#*and i just noticed his hand his backwards

[miley1442111]

who did this to you?-a.hotchner

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a/n: i got nothin.

summary: aaron gets quite the surprise after a mission

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

warnings: general criminal minds topics, reader is hurt, talk of death and hospitals, happy ending

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Everything was so loud. Everyone was in Aaron’s ear but he tuned them out, too busy looking for you to notice the congratulations from the fellow officers and FBI agents alike. 

Where did you go? 

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You stood in the ladies bathroom, the pain finally catching up with you as the tears started pouring. You’d go to the hospital once you got back to Quantico. You knew you had multiple broken ribs, every breath becoming more and more difficult to take. You knew everyone would question your broken and bleeding nose. You knew Aaron would look at you with that same disappointed look he seemingly exclusively gives you. You wanted to sob every time he looked at you like that. Like you were a waste of his time and efforts, a waste of resources, a waste of space. 

You whimpered as you tried to stop the bleeding in your nose, the pain making yur entire body feel boiling hot. 

Knock knock. 

Fuck. 

“Yeah?” you coughed out.

You heard a sigh of relief. “You’re alright,” Aaron stated, his previous anxiety falling away. “Are you ready to go home?”

“Y-yeah,” you moved to open the door, but you’d moved too abruptly and it caused a sharp, excruciating pain to shoot through your entire chest, rendering you breathless, and helpless against the uncontrollable whine that left your mouth. Aaron’s body tensed and he tried the door handle, locked.  

“Y/n? Open the door,” he demanded, panic running through his voice. “Right now.”

“N-no,” you sobbed into your hands, every breath becoming more and more difficult.

“Y/n you have to open the door for me, I can’t help you if you don’t open this door, honey.”

“No! Just go away,” you called back. “I don’t want you to look at me like that,” you grumbled and he stilled the fiddling with the door handle he was doing.

“Like what honey?”

“Like you think I’m a waste of your time and space. Like you know how awful of a person I am.”

Aaron’s heart broke. He had been trying to resist his feelings for you for weeks, so he’d become distant. He never thought he’d been this mean. 

“I don’t think that Y/n,” he said softly. “Now, please open this door so I can help you.”

He heard the lock unlock and that was all he needed. He pushed the door open and there you were. Broken, bleeding nose, holding your side in agony as you sobbed. He pulled you into his arms tentatively, careful of your pains, but he looked at you with all the care in the world. 

“Who did this to you?” He asked. 

“Aaron... you did,” you sniffled. Aaron thought back to the confrontation with the unsub. He had to shoot you. You were wearing a vest, but you fell backwards, back and down about three feet. The realisation dawned on him and horror filled his features. 

“I am so sorry,” he whispered into your hair as you cried into his chest. He pressed soft kisses to your head to try and calm you down. “Where does it hurt?” He asked.

“My ribs. Some of them are broken- I think. And m-my nose.” 

His heart squeezed again. He had hurt you. He had caused this to happen. 

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered against your hair, emotions overcoming him. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you whispered. 

“No it’s not. I hurt you.” 

“You did-it was- it’s alright,’ you stuttered, trying to make this easier for him. “I- Can we go outside to the paramedics?” You asked. “I can’t breathe.”

He nodded furiously and slung one of your arms over his shoulders and practically carried you to the ambulance. 

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As you got checked out they decided you probably had a concussion as well, and that they wanted to keep you in the hospital overnight. 

“Can I come with you?” He asked sheepishly as you were getting strapped into the gurney. 

“Sure,” you shrugged, exhaustion and pain clouding everything. You just wanted to sleep. You just wanted everything to go away. 

Aaron sat with you in the ambulance, holding your hand. He was there when you flatlined too, apparently one of your broken ribs pierced a lung. 

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The heart monitor was flat as the paramedic beside him sprung into action, shouting at the driver to speed up. You were hooked up to machines and you were gone. For a whole 4 minutes. You were gone. 

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Aaron sat by your bedside with your hand in his as he prayed to a god he didn’t even believe in. As he asked for you to live. As he asked for you to live, and not hate him. 

He watched as your hands twitched and pressed the call button. They removed the breathing tube. You were alive. 

You were alive. 

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“I’m so sorry,” he sighed. “I never thought… I didn’t think it would hurt you that badly. I didn’t think you’d fall back. I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head in an attempt to make him stop apologising. 

“I love you,” he confessed. “I-I’m in love with you. A-and I thought it would be better to just… ignore it, and in turn, ignore you. I’m never disappointed in you. I think you’re amazing. Knowing that I’ll see you makes getting up every morning and going into that god-for-saken building worth it. Knowing that you’ll be there, it makes my life so much better. I’m so sorry that I ever made you feel like I didn’t like you, or that I didn’t value you. I do. I love you.”

You were wide-eyed and confused. You grabbed your phone to write out what you had to say, since you couldn’t talk. 

What the fuck?

Aaron laughed. “I love you.”

Aaron, you seriously did this when I can’t fucking talk and can barely move? 

He laughed harder and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a fan of dramatics.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled all the same. 

Come here. 

You patted the bed beside you and he shook his head. 

“You need to rest-”

“Aaron!” Your voice sounded groggy and painful. 

He lay beside you, his arms perched carefully around you as you both fell back to sleep.

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[princessbrunette]

john b would then accidentally go out wearing the hat and jj and pope would be flabbergasted

yeah he’d throw it on backwards over his head on a bad hair day, thinking he grabbed a different hat — and because it’s backwards no one would notice at first until he starts to walk ahead of jj and pope and they both just immediately slow down and stand still.

john b turns around impatiently, glancing between them.

“what?”

“uh… nice hat dude.” jj praises awkwardly. john b blinks at him before pulling it off, looking at it and then groaning, tipping his head back.

“okay, look i grabbed the wrong one — does it matter? we’re kinda pressed for time here.”

“just a tad inappropriate.” pope comments as they continue speed walking through the path to where they were headed.

“yeah, hey can i borrow it some time?” jj goes to reach for it but the brunette knocks his hand away.

“i don’t think you’ve got the facilities for that, jay.”

“excuse you, i got plenty goin’ on down there. where’d you get a hat like that anyway?”

#anon #john b prompt

[jinwoosungs]

{ 172 }

touch starved.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

were you slowly losing your mind-

or was sung jinwoo finding excuses to touch you?

he had always been the slightest bit cocky when conversing with all the other hunters that surrounded him, and you were no exception. during each conference that spoke about the various gates that began to appear all across the world, an almost bored expression would paint jinwoo’s features, his arms crossed over his chest while he haughtily boasted.

“there’s no need for concern. i assure you i can take them all on. just give me the coordinates and the gates will be no more within mere hours.”

hearing the undertone of sheer confidence within his voice made you nearly roll your eyes in response, but you retained your professional demeanor and sat with your lips tightly pursed.

after all, jinwoo was the pride and joy of his nation- no, of the world, with the chairman of the association bending over backwards to suit his every whim. sure, you acknowledged how powerful jinwoo was-

but that’s all jinwoo was to you.

a powerful hunter that made raids easier for lesser known hunters like you-

a mere means to an end.

you held no stars in your eyes for him like cha hae-in did.

you did not believe his strength warranted any special treatment from the chairman.

and you certainly believed that his metamorphosis from being known as weakest hunter in the world to now the strongest was bathed with complete and utter suspicion.

(but you digress.)

his cinderella story aside, jinwoo was just a man with whom you shared a mutual goal with. and truly, you couldn’t fault him too much for wishing to show off his prowess so long as he kept his word and fought to protect others (a feat he never once shied away from.)

your cheek was pressed against the palm of your hand, and you felt your eyebrows furrow at the sight of the half-empty conference room. it seemed as though the other members have left, leaving you alone with the infamous sung jinwoo himself.

you straighten up suddenly, looking awkwardly around the room only to realize that even the chairman had left. damn, were you so caught up in your reveries that you missed the meeting’s dismissal?

and why was jinwoo still here?

he meets your gaze and gives you a smile. “tired?”

you shake your head, ignoring the embarrassment that threatened to creep up on you. “you could say that… how long was i here in a daze?”

“hm, about 10 minutes since the conference ended.”

“then why are you still here, too?” you ask him in a cold manner, a hint of annoyance painting your features.

“i felt bad leaving you all alone here, so i stayed back.”

your eyes go wide, hearing the sincerity in his voice as you felt your heart clench just the tiniest bit in response. clearing your throat, you shove yourself away from the table and stood from your seat, running a hand across your hair to hide your awkwardness. “well, you didn’t need to… you should have gone home anyways…”

a rich chuckle was heard coming from behind you, with jinwoo’s casual footsteps heard getting closer to you. “but i felt bad leaving you behind.”

your mouth was open in a gape, turning around to see jinwoo still smiling down at you. you had many questions circling around your head, like how he could possibly notice you or why he even cared-

yet your words end up dying against your throat when he reaches out to touch at your face. the sensation of his large hand caressing at your cheek makes your heart sputter in response, skipping a few beats before racing within the confines of your chest.

jinwoo suddenly leans forward, giving you the perfect view of his face when he uses the pad of his thumb to swipe at something across your cheek.

“sorry, there was a lash that fell there.” jinwoo chuckles before giving you a wave goodbye, wishing you a goodnight as you slowly began to seethe when he walks away from you.

what even was that interaction?

did jinwoo act that way with all hunters of the opposite sex?

and just what truly prompted him to stay behind?

you end up shaking your head while letting out a groan, pressing the palm of your hands against your cheeks as you tried to fight back the heat that kept threatening to rise against your skin.

letting out a sigh, you finally left the association building, unaware of the way your shadow seemed to lengthen in response to your movements.

{ … }

ever since the day of the conference, you purposely avoided jinwoo.

admittedly, it wasn’t a difficult goal to accomplish, since you were a mere b-rank hunter. you were pretty much given lower leveled raids (raids that were completely ignored by all the rest of the powerful hunters). you raked in a decent amount of money with your findings and continued to live a pretty normal life in your one-bedroom apartment. in fact, you had become so used to the routine you had made that you all but forgot about jinwoo and the memory of his lingering touches.

but it seemed as though luck wasn’t on your side when you decided to head out on a particularly slow day, ready to run some errands-

only to become completely startled when jinwoo appeared directly in front of you.

his sudden appearance made your heart jump out of your chest, a choked and pathetic scream escaping from you as you tried to calm down your rapidly, palpitating heart. “what the hell, jinwoo?! you nearly gave me a heart attack…!”

jinwoo’s face remains expressionless, eyes glowing a subtle, purple hue when he takes your hand and forces you to follow him. “come with me.”

his strides were quick, and you could sense the annoyance wafting off of him when he tightens his grip around your wrist, leading you to someplace a bit more private within the bustling city of seoul.

finding an empty alleyway, he gently places your back against a concrete wall, trapping you against him when he places both hands above you. his handsome features were turned down in a scowl, and the intensity of his gaze made you look away in response.

with a grunt, he places a hand beneath your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze as his rich voice fills your ears, “why have you been avoiding me?”

you click your tongue, “don’t get so cocky. the world doesn’t revolve around you, jinwoo.”

“i know that.” jinwoo hissed while gripping at your chin in a tighter manner, “but that doesn’t make it hurt any less when you have become my world.”

your mind was spinning, and you felt your mouth open and close several times. what did he just say…? was he practically confessing to you?

“why do you care so much?” was your whispered reply, making jinwoo let out a huff in response.

he doesn’t answer you for several seconds, choosing instead to wrap his arms around your back to fully embrace you. your face was pressed against his chest when you heard him letting out a sigh, “indeed, that is a good question. why do i care?”

he spends a few moments, deliberating on what to say before speaking once more, “to be honest with you, i don’t know myself. i’ve always been so used to everyone falling to their knees for me, worshiping me.”

ah, there it was again, his cockiness and arrogance shining through as you tried to muster your strength and push your body away from him. but jinwoo was relentless in his embrace, simply tightening his arms around you to prevent you from escaping him.

“normally, i can take a hint and ignore those who have a dislike for me. i wouldn’t even bat an eye, but it’s different when the person doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

you gasp when jinwoo suddenly picks you up, wrapping his hands around your sides as he held you above the ground. your heart was pounding upon seeing the look of pain warping jinwoo’s handsome features. “so i kept observing you, wondering why in the hell you were so determined to disassociate yourself away from me. at first, i observed you as a mere means to try and interact with you, so i spent weeks taking note of your likes and dislikes… all while basking in your little quirks.”

jinwoo’s confession made your head spin, with each syllable that falls from his perfect lips becoming more passionate, “the more i watched you, the more i had this urge to get under your skin, to make you think of nothing but me-“

“and those feelings got warped into wanting to make you fall in love with me, so that you would never leave my side.”

shaky breaths were felt coming from your parted lips when jinwoo slowly brings you back down to him. “so i apologize, but my methods of trying to flirt with you made me become a bit touched starved for you.”

“touch starved?” you shakily repeat those words, earning a hum from jinwoo.

“what can i say? you’ve driven me completely insane, my love.”

and when he gently pulls your head down, forcing your parted lips to meet with his in a kiss, you felt something blossoming from deep within you. as if your heart had been awakened by such a simple touch, you delve your fingers into his hair and kissed jinwoo back with a fervor, earning a groan from him.

time had become meaningless to you, making you lose all track of it the moment jinwoo pulls away from the kiss first. a smirk paints his stupidly handsome features, and you had to stop yourself from smacking him the moment he playfully licks his lips at you.

knowing that he had somehow won, jinwoo puts you back down on the ground, steadying you when your knees threatened to give out. letting out a rich chuckle of your name, jinwoo places a kiss against your hair while wrapping an arm around your waist, leading you out of the alleyway and back into the city.

“hey, where are you taking me?” your words were filled with a feign annoyance as the breathy quality of your voice betrayed your true feelings (feelings that pertained to never wishing to leave his side and all that gross, mushy stuff you read about in romance novels.)

jinwoo gives you a cheeky grin, running a hand down your back while telling you, “i am going to take us out on a long overdue first date… so you better take responsibility for making me wait for so long, sarang.”

you forced yourself to look away from him, wishing to hide the grin that was quickly spreading across your features while clinging to his side-

perhaps you had become quite touch starved as well?

a.n. - and it’s back to fluff (/ω＼) my absolute favorite genre to write for!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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[mikobeautifulheart]

woohoo omg speaking of jjk imagine you touching THEIR weak spot... pls include yuuji, yuuta, toge along w other chars (if you're doing?) thank youu <3

Omg yessssss. *Also not proof read.

Okay I'm thinking I'll do Yuji, Megumi and a part 2 for , Yuta and Toge and make other parts for Gojo, Geto, Nanami maybe Sukuna you get it.

Their weak spot

INCLUDING: YUJI and MEGUMI

(Slightly suggestive if you know what I mean)

Yuji

The room was silent- to silent. The static of the TV buzzed in your ears along with the sound of Yuji's snoring.

He had come back exhausted from a mission and fell asleep next to you while watching a movie. You look over to see him totally knocked out- and that's when curiosity got the best of you.

He was wearing a thin white shirt, one that was most likely to be worn under his uniform so it was thinner then what you expected, but also a great opportunity.

Every time you guys had cuddled in the past he would seem to subtlety pull away when ever your hand got to close to the middle of his back. At first you didn't notice it but eventually the need to see what he was hiding got the best of you.

He turned onto his stomach; fool left his guard down, you thought.

With out a second thought you ran your finger up Yuji's spine sending visible shivers across his body. He shot up and stared at you in disbelief.

"Did you just-"

you nodded slowly.

"C'me here" He said, one hand holding your thigh down, the other reaching up and tickling you.

"Noooo Yuji please I didn't mean itttt" You squealed as he came to a sudden stop.

"Fuck- you turned me on." He said letting out frustrated sigh.

"I can fix that~"

Megumi

"Hey Megumi, I think I lost my charger around here somewhere, have you seen it?" You asked holding your dead phone.

"Hold on I think I might have accidently kicked it under the couch"

This was it, for to long have you let Megumi turn his back on you with out expecting an attack.

He got down on the floor, arm under the lounge feeling around for the charger, while you got up slowly on it truing to not burst out in laughter.

here goes nothing.

You reach your hand out and poke the back of his neck watching as he suddenly jumps up, hitting his head on the coffee table next to him.

"Ouch. Oh you are dead " He said standing up.

"Megumi. Now lets be rational here-" You said walking backwards not breaking eye contact.

"Oh yeah I'll be very rational, make sure the punishment fits the crime."

"Now think about this, about what your going to do" You said

"Thought long and hard about it"

Your back hit the wall making you jump slightly. You turned your head to see if there was anything you could use as a distraction to get away.

You turn your head back to feel a hot breath on your neck.

Not even a second you felt hands go around the back of your upper thighs and your feet leave the ground.

"Maybe next time you should think your actions through."

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

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[disasterbuck]

Oohhh for the prompts I'd love to see Buddie with the sidewalk rule 👀🥰

I'm so glad you chose the sidewalk rule because I had an idea for that one right after I reblogged the prompt post 😂

I hope you like it!! 💕

the sidewalk rule

established Buddie | 645 words

Buck was chatting away, his hands waving this way and that, and Eddie had a smile on his face as he walked beside him. They'd decided to walk down to the coffee shop on the corner of Buck's street together, to treat themselves after their long shift before Eddie had to leave to pick Chris up from school.

As he talked, Buck walked backwards in front of Eddie for a few steps before ending up on his other side.

"—and then it was introduced to England in like, the late 1700s," Buck was saying. How he'd gotten started on the history of dominoes, Eddie didn't know, but he definitely wasn't complaining. He could happily listen to Buck talk for hours about anything. "And it was all over the world by 1889! And although it originated in China, it's now way more popular in France and Belgium."

"And the Buckley-Diaz household," Eddie chimed in with a wink, referring to the set of dominoes Buck and Chris had been playing with for the past three weeks and making Buck blush.

While he was briefly distracted, Eddie gently took hold of Buck's wrist and guided him to the other side so that he was back on Eddie's left and Eddie was walking beside the road.

Buck frowned, then just continued talking about dominoes. But a few steps later, he cut across Eddie's path with a little spin so that he was back on Eddie's right.

With a scowl, Eddie stepped behind him and to the side, forcing Buck left. A giggle left Buck's lips and he ducked in to kiss Eddie quickly, distracting him, before taking the spot on the right again.

"Would you stop?" Eddie exclaimed, coming to a halt.

"Stop what?" Buck asked innocently, a bright grin on his face.

"You know what," Eddie said with a sigh. "Stop swapping sides!"

"Why?" Buck asked, a cheeky twinkle in his eyes.

"Because…" Eddie trailed off, feeling his face grow warm with embarrassment. A particularly fast car sped past and he automatically reached out to grab Buck's arm, pulling him further away from the road.

"I didn't know you knew the sidewalk rule," Buck teased.

"The what?" Eddie asked, baffled.

"The sidewalk rule," Buck repeated, as if saying it again would bring any further insight. Thankfully, seeing Eddie's face, he went on – "It's the idea that your boyfriend should walk on the side closest to the road to keep you safe from any hazards."

"I have never heard of that in my life," Eddie said, mouth twisting slightly in disgust. "It sounds misogynistic. And besides, we're both the boyfriend in this relationship."

"Sure," Buck said easily, giving a one-shoulder shrug. "But then, why exactly don't you want me walking on this side?"

Eddie slid his hand down to Buck's, twisting their fingers together. He didn't want to tell Buck the truth; he didn't want Buck's bright and happy mood to be brought down. But…

"Because of Shannon," he said softly. "Because she… I know it doesn't make sense. We're in way more dangerous situations every day. And she wasn't on a sidewalk but on a crossing, so it was different—"

"Hey." Buck stepped right up into his space, cupping his face with his hands. "It's okay. It makes sense to me. If you want me to walk on the other side, I will."

"I do," Eddie admitted.

"Then I will," Buck said. Closing the distance between them, Buck kissed him softly and earnestly.

When they parted, Eddie was surprised to find that Buck had somehow turned them during the kiss without him noticing. He was once again standing between Buck and the road.

"Come on," Buck said, taking Eddie's hand in his and pulling him along the path.

Content, Eddie gently squeezed Buck's hand and listened as he went back to discussing the history of dominoes.

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[acotarxreader]

Songbird

Azriel X Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Synopsis: Azriel takes to the stage, slightly more than drunk and definitely slightly more than ready to tell the world how he feels about you.

A/N: A real silly goofy quick idea! Also I reread Storm Chaser recently and like idk did I write it half asleep so many funny lil mistakes, oh well!

P.S: When I was re reading this before posting I was thinking like is throwing the rattle out of the pram an Irish saying lol??? Anyways it's just like a child having a temper tantrum I guess.

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Azriel laughed over your shoulder at Cassian's insane story from his youth, sat in the poorly lit Ritas, with you standing between his legs, back flush to his chest. Mor began to reprimand the Illyrian gaining more laughs from you and Azriel at the show they put on. Your hands laid on Azriels thighs, supporting your weight, his fingers intertwining with yours before they snaked around your waist, pulling you back tighter into him. He rested his head on one of your shoulders and smiled at his two bickering friends. 

“Hey everyone, hey YN, you wanna dance?”

“You wanna take a long walk off a short pier Wells?” you sent your elbow backwards into Azriels clipped words gaining a groan from the Spymaster. 

“Ignore him Wells, maybe later” You gave a smile to the ego-bruised Fae as he sulked off back into the dance floor. You span to face Azriel, slipping from his grip. 

“Az, chill out” Your hands landed on his shoulders to steady his increasing annoyance. His gaze glanced from your soft eyes to your mouth and back again before you noticed. He couldn’t help but fall so hopelessly in love with his best friend. Cassian reached from behind you, an arm wrapping around your stomach as he pulled you back flush into him. 

“Yeah chill out Az sharing is caring” he laughed, lightly pecking your neck as you chuckled at the ticklish movement. His hand caught yours pulling you back, glaring at Cassian as he rolled his eyes. It was an unspoken rule that you were off limits, only making Cassian enjoy winding him up more. 

“Come on YNN, let's leave the Illyrian babies to throw their rattles out of the pram” Mor took you by the hand laughing as you both took to the dance floor like a ducks to water, Wells joining the two of you soon after. The sweet sound of the live band making the three of you so endlessly happy.

“Az, relax, that vein in your head is gonna explode, here have a drink” Cassian handed his full tumbler of whiskey over, Azriel downing it in one

“Woah, Az, steady on you don’t wa-”

“More” Azriel almost gritted out, his eyes piercing into the back of Wells’ head. Cassian passed another drink to him and it was gone just as quick.

“Look Az maybe this whole, ignoring feelings isn’t-”

“-More” his hand banged off the mahogany of the bartop, and the bartender quickly replaced the glass for another full one. This was repeated numerous times until Cassian wasn’t sure if he was impressed or deeply worried. 

“Az, you are definitely more whiskey than blood right now, let me get the bill- Az?” Cassian turned away from the bar to find an empty seat next to him. Before he could stop him, Azriel had found his way to the microphone on stage, rather unsteadily. 

“YN!” He shouted your name into the microphone, it howling back at him causing the crowd to flinch, the singer of the band stood to the side, more than a little afraid of Azriels stature. 

“YN? Where’s YNN? Oh! Hey there you are! Heeey” he was almost hanging off the microphone stand as the majority of Ritas landed their eyes on him. Mor and you laughed at the sight of the inebriated Illyrian but underneath the action made you nervous.

“Remember YNN-ie, remember when we we-re, Gods, like 20  and you push-ed me into the Sidra because- because I-I accidentally, allegedly, shredded your fav-ourite training leathers and then and then you realis-ed I was like drownin-g or something and you dove in and saaaved me” it was a barely understandable slur of a half story, but you nodded anyway, getting the gist of the story. The bar's eyes ran over you before returning to Azriel, you felt intensely uncomfortable under their gaze.

“Well I have fucki-ng loved you ever since then! And I fucking hate feelin-gs so yanno, screw you for that but anyway-” Cassian rushed onto the stage and tried to grab the microphone from Azriel's vice-grip strength.

“Cassy- Cass, I’ll hug y-ou later, go hug Nestaa, we all know you waaaant to-” Cassian stood back from his brother, shocked and embarrassed at the betrayal of trust, Nesta sinking deeply into a booth, covering her face in almost shame. 

“Yanno what Az, fine, go right ahead” he stormed off the stage leaving Azriel to his evening announcements. 

“Gods, Cassy I sai-d I’d hug you lat-er! So needy! Where was I…YN! Where’d she go? Oh there! Heres a son-g you can dance to, its called: I cherish our friendship so I won't tell you that I'd fuck you if you asked and I love you so fucking much” he cleared his throat before belting one horrendous note and then was tackled to the ground by Cassian, having decided he couldn't let Azriel sing, for everyone's sake more so than his own.

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Azriel stretched against his comforter, instantly awash with a pounding headache, preventing him from fully sitting up in the bed in his apartment. 

“Gods” he groaned, pulling the duvet over his eyes to shield them from the unforgiving Winter sun. 

“Good morning Songbird, pain relief tonic?” he peeked out to see you swimming in one of his nightshirts, a crystal clear glass of tonic in hand. One of his favourite sights in the world.

“Oh you wonderful creature” he took it eagerly sinking it faster than the alcohol last night. You watched him with a smile as his hand ran to a large bump marked with a cut on his forehead.

“Ah, a gift from Cass after he tackled you” you chuckled, sliding into the bed alongside him.

“What? I don’t remember that? Did he stay here last night?” confusion replaced the pain the tonic took away. 

“I slept downstairs, had to make sure you didn’t choke on your vomit, Cass had some explaining to do to Nesta so after he helped me carry you he went to the House of Wind”

“Right…” more questions than answers danced across Azriels thoughts. He rubbed the back of his head to find a similar bump decorating his skull.

“Yeah, Cass also did that one when he dropped you on the walk home, you tried to sing your little song again and that was his instinctive reaction” you laughed at the memory of the not-so-accidental drop.

“My little… Oh Gods! Someone kill me” he buried himself deep inside the duvet again, taking the empty glass with me, you just laughed again. 

“Does he hate me?” he said muffled through the sheets. 

“A little but I think he’s a bit grateful it broke the ice between them but I wouldn’t lead with that when you apologise” You smirked as he exhaled deeply through the linen.

“Do you hate me?” so small you almost missed it. 

“Would I have preferred it if you said you loved me not drunk and in front of everyone? Sure but I'll take what I get” You smiled as he slowly raised his eyes above the crest of the sheets.

“I’m really sorry”

“It's okay Az, I know saying those words isn't easy for you and maybe you would have never said them sober so-"

“-I love you YN, there, I said it sober”

“Well that doesn't count because you're probably still drunk from last night” you nudged him laughing, he smiled fully removing his face from beneath the sheets to look up at you “Thanks for looking after me”

“Thanks for saying I love you first”

“Thanks for not leaving me drown in Sidra river” you chuckled lightly, pushing yourself down in the bed so you could lie next to him, his hangover seeming to fully disappear at the action.

“You're welcome, I  should have really just let you though, it would have been easier in the long run” You laughed and he prodded you light in the ribs before you continued.

“I love you too Az, you're my best friend” Unease grew in Azriel at the words, he loved the start of the sentence but was ever so slightly crushed by the end.

“Umm YNN, It's more than just- I mean I love being your friend but I- what I'm trying to say is-” you cut him off with a sweet kiss, world melting together, the feeling you had both denied yourselves for centuries. 

“I know Az, I just wanted to see you squirm” You smiled into the kiss before he pushed back in faux offence. 

“Not cool, I'm going to sing for you now as punishment!”

“No no no no no I'm sorry no!” but it was too late, he was howling and you were laughing at a volume to match.

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#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #acomaf #acowar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel x oc #azriel acotar #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #azriel fic #cassian #acotar x reader #acotar x you #acotar x y/n #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #acotar fluff #azriel shadowsinger #shadowsinger x reader #sarah j maas #fanfic #smut

[dmwrites]

Scar passed by Grian’s fishing shack one day to see the man fishing again. His back to the land, a pole in his hand, the perfect picture of peace. It reminded Scar of fond memories in early game, fishing and chatting with his friends late into the night. Scar took a picture and went on his way.

It wasn’t until the evening, laying in bed and bringing up the picture to send to Grian that Scar noticed something was off. Grian wasn’t wearing his fisherman’s best; rather, he was in his permit office clothes, kaki pants and all! Scar chuckled- if he had noticed that at the time, he surely would have bugged Grian about some permit or another.

<you whispered to Grian: looks like someone forgot to clock out>

Scar sent the image and lay back in his bed. It wasn’t like Grian to be seen in his permit office clothes, but he understood the grip an obsession had on a man. But Scar made a note to visit Grian the following day, to poke some fun at his blunder.

The next day came, and Scar wheeled himself across the stretch of grass to Grian’s place. He slowed, then stopped, when he caught sight of Grian. Fishing. Right where he’d left the guy the day before. In the same office worker clothes.

“What the- Grian!” Scar rolled up and tapped Grian on the back. He was kind of weirdly wet. Scar wiped his hand on his shirt. “I’d like to discuss getting another permit, please.”

Scar chuckled at his joke, but Grian remained still, fishing bobber floating in the water. He didn’t say anything, just jerked his head slightly to acknowledge Scar’s prescience.

“G, buddy, you can’t just be abandoning all of your life for fishing, no matter how much you love it. Have you even slept? Eaten? You definitely haven’t taken a shower, I can smell you from over here, woof!”

Grian still said nothing. The bobber went under the water, but Grian just watched it. Scar waited, but the thing just eventually came back to the surface, unaffected. Scar frowned, unnerved by Grian’s silence. He wasn’t shifting and giggling like he did when playing a prank.

“Here, at least let me get you some food.” Scar said. “You have some cooked fish in the barrels over here, if I remember correctly. Not that I go through your things or steal food, I just- what on earth?”

Scar opened up a barrel to find it filled with a deep red material, like the inside of a fish or other animal. It wasn’t packaged or anything, just out in the open. It glistened with some kind of liquid, and there were definite shapes deep within the substance. Scar blinked rapidly.

“G, what on earth are you keeping in here? You creepy little man.”

Scar heard heavy, slapping footsteps behind him, and he wheeled around to confront him, but stopped mid-breath. Grian was standing behind him, and Scar’s words failed him as he took a proper look at him for the first time in days. Grian’s face was sagging, his black eyes sunk back in his head, drooping even more then usual. His skin looked shiny and discolored, and his mouth was hung open listlessly.

“G, you know Halloween isn’t for another few months now.” Scar said nervously. “But the costume looks great! Can’t even tell what you are. I think I’m going to go now… goodbye!”

Scar took off, and he could have sworn that Grian had reached for him as he did. Scar did a big loop in the sky and headed to the big lighthouse across the river. Maybe their neighbor, Gem, had some answers. She seemed in on his hyjinks often enough.

“Gem! Gem! Have you noticed that something weird is going on with Grian?” Scar landed next to Gem, who was painting something on the side of the lighthouse.

“Gem?”

Gem turned around to face Scar, moving her body to face his in a way that looked deeply heavy and cumbersome. Her eyes were distant, greyer then usual. His fingers were covered in a thick, translucent slime. She opened her mouth and let out an awful, gargling sound, and Scar watched two pink tendril looking things appear at the back of her mouth, coming up her throat. Scar wheeled backwards with a shout as his brain struggled to process what he was seeing. It wasn’t tendrils he was looking at, but thick, slimy antennae.

Gem lurched forward, but Scar didn’t wait around to find out why. He wheeled backwards off the lighthouse and deployed his elytra. He spammed rockets until he hit the side of his train, and scrambled in the engine car. Down in his maze of a storage room, back so far that he himself wasn’t sure how to leave, he sat, shaking, trying and failing to not picture the snail coming out of Gem’s throat.

Thats what it was, what it had to be. The antenna was far to familiar to Scar, who had been plagued by those sneaky snails before. He’d wondered where they’d gone, and it seemed he finally had some semblance of an answer. He thought of the red matter in Grian’s barrels, and his stomach lurched. He closed his eyes, but the darkness brought on horrors of his own, of being taken out piece by piece and being worn as a meat puppet. He shuddered, and wondered how long until he would be like them. The snails seemed to like messing with him, after all.

#body horror tw #goodtimeswithscar #grian #geminitay #hc10 #this is. not well written I just had to get it out

[five-rivers]

Another continuation of my poll fic; the previous part is here.

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“Hello?” called Danny.  “Is anyone there?  Hello?”

There was no answer except a further flicker of light, more distant.  

Danny touched his tongue to his lips briefly, then marked his place in the intake book using one of the blank cards.  He slid out of the chair and off his stack of books to stand.  The cold wood and iron of the floor made him rethink that and he floated up.  It was better that way, anyway, in terms of vantage point.

He approached the gap between shelves.  “Hello?”  

Looking out into the passageway beyond, the light seemed to wrap around and layer over itself with different levels of brightness.  Danny looked back at his own trail of brilliance, saw where it faded, saw where it was fresh and new.  This other trail, it looked like someone had walked this way multiple times.  Going in circles, maybe?

He floated upward, trying for a better vantage point and jostled a set of what looked like windchimes, long triangular metal rods covered in tiny symbols gathered together under domes.  They jingled and jangled musically in the muffling silence of the library.  He stilled them with one hand.

There was movement out of the corner of his eye and turned.  There, just before the passageway bent around a particularly precarious collection of papers, floated a ghost.  

It was a very strange ghost.  It glowed like a small sun, and if Danny’s eyes hadn’t been changed by his own alteration, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to look at it.  It had long, long ears, shaped mostly like a bat’s but furred like a cat’s.  Their eyes, too, were catlike, slitted.  It had wings, and at their ends they were thin and flat, like a moth’s or butterfly’s, but they were fluffy with fur and feathers near their bases, and there was something birdlike about their structure there as well.  Its body was relatively small, and looked soft, although it wasn’t nearly as small as Danny currently was.  Danny couldn’t tell if the ghost was male or female or something else entirely.

But perhaps the strangest thing of all was the pervasive sense of silence it carried with it.  

In any case, Danny saw no golden thread, and some of the other features - like the light - seemed to match with the aids offered to guests.  Only, like.  A lot of them.  All at once.  Meaning they must’ve gotten lost a whole bunch of times, even if Danny couldn’t see any visitor badges on them.

“Um, hi,” said Danny.  “I noticed, um.  Are you lost?  The attendant should be coming before too long.”

The faintest of breezes tickled the back of his neck and he looked behind him, to the other end of the passage.  There was another almost identical ghost hovering there.  

“Um.”  Danny was, perhaps, getting just a little nervous about the silent staring.  

More light.  Yet another similar ghost floated at the opposite entry to the card catalog space.  And–

Danny moved backwards, into more open space as the area brightened further and more luminous, winged ghosts floated into view or poked heads up over shelves and other barriers.  

“Danny,” said Mom.  

“Not now,” said Danny.  He blinked.  

Next thing he knew, fingers were brushing his throat.  He flinched backwards and away.  Fast.  Either naturally so, or via alteration.  Or, if they weren’t visitors, maybe because of a home-field advantage or disadvantage on Danny’s part.  Some places did that, and he hadn’t been here long enough to determine if this was one of them.  

“I don’t want to fight,” he said.  Or tried to say.  He went through the motions, but his voice made no sound.  He made no sound, period, not even the sound of his tongue tapping against the roof of his mouth.  

He’d been silenced.  Not good.  That meant that not only could he not negotiate, he couldn’t call for help.  

He was left with limited options, and limited time to choose between them.  Luckily, those same battle-born reflexes and reactions that were inconvenient elsewhere served him well now and gave him the chance to choose.  

He could fight.  The librarians would be unhappy.  It was against the rules that the receptionist had given to him, and likely to damage the books and card catalog, so he’d probably be kicked out.  But, if he fought, he was sure he’d win, even with these numbers, and that would be safer than his other options.  He couldn’t imagine that this many people ganging up on someone who looked like they were five meant well.  

He could flee.  He would almost certainly get lost, but that was a lesser crime than damaging the card catalog.  Whether or not he’d get caught… well, he had about the same amount of experience running as fighting, but he usually wasn’t running from a group this large in unfamiliar territory and facing unfamiliar powers.  These silent ghosts could have further unpleasant abilities.  

He could freeze.  Literally.  He could build a shell of ice and ghost shields up around himself and hunker down until he either thought of a better plan or the attendant came back.  That might put the attendant in danger, but Danny didn’t know if it would be more danger than if he just ran away.  Anything other than fighting and winning decisively meant that these people would still be around.  But if they were meant to be here… if the attendant could negotiate with them or authorize a fight…

Too much speculation.  He had the space of a breath in which to act.  Less. 

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay 2024 #dannymay 2024 day 19: iron #pollfic #poll fic #choose your own adventure #kingdom of fish

[tinycoded360]

Firefighter part 2

Here it is! I hope you all enjoy! Tag list of those I thought would like to be tagged; if you don't want to be, just let me know, and I won't do it again. @voraciousvore @gtzel @empressxmachina

Lucy’s tiny hands trembled as she gripped the metal bars of her enclosure, her breaths shallow and uneven. She let out a huff of frustration, her eyes scanning the rodent cage that Mike had so thoughtlessly placed her in. It was no larger than a shoebox to someone of normal size, but to Lucy, it was a prison. A latched gate at the front of the cage meant to keep unwanted critters out—or, in her case, trapped.

The thick latch barely budged under her four-inch frame. She gritted her teeth, throwing her whole weight against the unyielding barrier. "Come on, come on," she grunted through clenched jaws.

With a cry of frustration, Lucy collapsed backward, wincing as her shoulder slammed against the hard floor. A dull ache radiated down her arm now. "Useless," she muttered, glaring up at the door that towered above her. She wouldn't be getting out tonight. Exhaustion crept over her as she curled up in the corner, shivering against the cold that permeated the cage.

Lucy awoke early the next morning, her back sore and muscles stiff from a night spent on the hard cage floor. She paced the confines of her tiny prison, trying to psych herself up.

"You can do this," she muttered under her breath. "Don't let him intimidate you just because he's huge."

She steeled herself, ready to give Mike a piece of her mind when he showed up. She would not be cowed or treated like a pet!

But all of Lucy's courage evaporated when the giant lumbered into the kitchen, still half-asleep and scratching his messy hair. He was just so massive compared to her four-inch frame, like a lumbering bear next to a mouse.

"Morning already?" Mike yawned loudly, oblivious to the storm brewing inside the tiny girl.

As he set about making his coffee. She stood motionless, watching Mike drop heavily into a chair, his presence dominating the small space. He wrapped his hands around the steaming mug and brought it to his lips, his gaze settling on the cage – on her.

"Damn, what's this?" Mike's voice rumbled through the room as his brow furrowed, noticing the mottled bruise coloring her shoulder.

The room seemed to lurch as Mike's hand reached towards her, the cage door swinging open with ease under his touch. "How did you even get hurt?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern and confusion.

Panic surged through Lucy as his fingers, thick as tree trunks compared to her fragile form, enclosed around her, lifting her from the cage. The world tilted, and suddenly, she was airborne, face-to-face with the giant who held her fate between his fingertips.

"Mi-Mike..." Her protest died in her throat, swallowed by the overwhelming fear of being so completely at his mercy.

Lucy's tiny body trembled as she was suspended before Mike's massive visage. His eyes were bigger than her whole head, and they studied her intently. She flinched as one thick finger gently probed her bruised arm.

"Looks like you're more breakable than I thought," Mike muttered, almost to himself. "We'll get you a proper setup soon."

The condescension in his tone was the last straw. Lucy's fear gave way to a fiery surge of defiance. "Oh, geez, don't bother, that cage right there was a five-star experience!" she spat out, each word laced with scorn. "I was cold, the floor was hard and there was nowhere to take a whiz!"

Mike's eyes widened slightly, taken aback by her outburst. He exhaled slowly, the warm puff of his breath washing over her like a polluted breeze.

"I'm sorry, that was thoughtless of me," he said gently. "After breakfast, we'll go to the pet store. You can pick out something better."

"You think I want another cage?" Lucy yelled, incensed. "I don't need a cage at all! I'm not a pet!"

Mike's expression turned somber, a shadow of doubt passing over his features. "I'm just doing what's best for you! I don't think you'll be safe if you free roam." He looked away, troubled by the situation, by her resistance, or perhaps by his own doubts about what he was doing.

Lucy's tiny chest heaved with each breath, her voice escalating to a piercing pitch that belied her minuscule stature. "No, no, no, look—I've survived 20 years without you in my life; I don't want to be locked up!"

Mike's jaw clenched, his eyes a stormy sea of frustration as they bore down into Lucy's defiant gaze. "You're being ungrateful about this; I saved your life!" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, his irritation clear, yet his ears seemed deaf to the desperate plea in her tone.

"Saving me doesn't mean you own me," Lucy shot back.

Mike's brow furrowed, a silent admission that her words struck deeper than expected. But then Mike's expression hardened, the lines of his face setting like concrete as he towered above her. "I'm done with this conversation," he declared, the finality in his tone leaving no room for argument. Without waiting for her reply, he deposited her into the pocket of his boxer shorts.

"Hey!" she protested, the fabric walls of her new prison muffling her outcry. She pushed against the cotton expanse.

Ignoring her, Mike strode across the kitchen, the motion causing Lucy to sway precariously. The scent of his soap mixed with the smell of that was undeniably Mike clung to the material.

The sizzle of bacon meeting the hot pan reached Lucy's ears, followed by the crackle of eggs as they were added to the mix.

"Keep it together, Lucy," she whispered, drawing a slow, steadying breath. Her fingers, nimble and practiced, grasped the hunting knife handle strapped to her thigh.

She inserted the blade into the cotton with surgical precision, feeling the resistance before it gave way, thread by thread. Sawing gently, she carved an escape route, mindful of Mike’s movements as he turned from the stove to retrieve something from the fridge.

The hole grew wider, a window to freedom. And then, with the grace of an acrobat, she eased herself through the gap, dangling momentarily. Her legs swung free, searching for purchase in the air.

"Here goes nothing." With a gulp, she released her hold on the torn fabric, plummeting downward in a controlled fall.

The ground rushed up to meet her, but she rolled with the impact, muscles absorbing the shock. Her triumph was short-lived; the bellow from above signaled that Mike had caught a glimpse of her daring descent.

"Lucy!" His voice boomed, laden with betrayal and concern.

She didn't hesitate, darting across the tiled floor with the speed that only desperate adrenaline could fuel. Mike's shadow loomed, his hands like clumsy cranes swooping down to snatch her back.

"Damn it, Lucy, stop!"

Her world narrowed to the safe wedge of darkness between the counter and fridge. She slipped into the crevice just as his fingers grazed her back.

"Please, come out. We can talk about this!"

Lucy pressed herself further into the shadows. She was no pet, no doll to be tucked away in a grown man's pocket.

"Talk? Like you listened before?" Her voice was a defiant hiss, a serpent ready to strike. "I'm not coming out."

"Lucy, I just want to—"

"Save it!"

Mike sighed heavily, "Fine, Lucy," he muttered, though his voice boomed like distant thunder. "Stay there if you want."

It wasn't until the front door closed with a finality that echoed through the empty space that she dared to move.

Creeping out from her sanctuary, Lucy's gaze landed on the plate left on the floor. It was a feast by any borrower's standards, piled high with bacon and eggs, steam still curling up from the freshly cooked meal. Her stomach growled.

"Thinks he can bribe me with breakfast," she scoffed quietly, eyes narrowing as she approached the offering with suspicion etched into her features.

Yet, as she poked at the eggs, she found no sign of tampering. Just the rich aroma of yolk and the savory tang of bacon.

"Ugh, damn it," she grumbled, giving in to her hunger. Biting into the bacon, the crunch was satisfyingly loud in her ears. Next, she tore off a piece of egg with her hands.

With her belly full, Lucy pondered her next move. Part of her wanted to flee this place and never look back. But the indignity of how Mike had treated her still burned. She wouldn't let him get away with it that easily.

No, she would stay right here, in the walls and crevices of Mike's home. She'd show him just how capable she was of caring for herself. And maybe she'd play a trick or two just to teach him a lesson about caging up borrowers.

Lucy smiled to herself. This could be fun. With that, she slipped into a nearby vent, ready to begin her new life of borrowing and pranking. Mike had no idea what was coming.

Sneaking through the vents and walls, Lucy scoped out the perfect spots to set up her new home. She located places to store food, make a cozy sleeping area, and peek into the rooms without being seen.

As she explored, Lucy daydreamed about the mischief she could cause. Filling Mike's shoes with thumbtacks would serve him right for trying to lock her up.

Lucy knew she'd have to be careful, though. Mike was aware of her presence now. He would likely set traps or try to catch her if given the chance. But Lucy was confident in her abilities. After all, she had survived on her own much longer than this giant had even known she existed.

Setting up shop here would let her prove she didn't need Mike's "help." And it would be satisfying to show him just how capable she was. With a determined grin, Lucy began making this place her new home. She was ready for this fun challenge of outsmarting the human at his own game.

Author: I imagine this turns into a friendlier version of Tom and Jerry. Lucy pulls pranks on Mike and avoids capture, and Mike tries to capture her safely. Eventually, as time passes, they become friends. Mike sees that he didn't treat her right to begin with. He feels bad, so he starts to leave peace offerings to her.

#Firefighter #firefighter story #my writing #giant man #tiny lady #borrowers #talk some sense into the man lucy #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t #g/t community #g/t writers #giant tiny #g/t writing community #possessive giant #Lucy is gonna be a menace

[aftermathfanfic]

He slowly approached her, sitting down beside her. They sat in silence, neither of them wanting to talk about the last adventure. Truthfully, Dewey didn’t really know how to talk about it. This wasn’t just inter-family drama and misunderstanding, it was… failure. Dewey didn’t know how else to describe it. It felt like they had failed.

If they hadn’t, that girl would still be alive.

~~~

Chanda waited in the agriculture plot of Quackmore Public, leaning against the shed wall with her hands in her pockets. Classes had just started, if she remembered the school’s timetable correctly, and there was nobody around. Not yet.

Her eyes scanned the bushels and bushes of the plot, an amateur farm about four yards across either side. Still, Chanda felt a pang of envy at it – her school certainly didn’t have anything like this.

Finally, she spotted her target, entering in through the back gate of the plot. He was a large pig boy, only a couple of years older than her, dressed in a green polo and brown shorts. His gaze was down at his phone as he walked through the plot, only looking up to notice her when he was a few feet away.

Once he did, he froze.

“Oh, God.” He muttered, taking a step back from her.

“Hey, Rhind.” Chanda greeted him. She cocked her head at him. “How’s the hand?”

The pig moved his right hand behind him, almost subconsciously. “…Fine.” Rhind replied warily. He watched her suspiciously. “…What do you want?”

Chanda was silent for a moment. She watched the older boy stew in his nervousness for a bit longer, then remarked, “I heard you were dealing again.”

“…I share a blunt or two with friends, sure. What of it?”

“Did Drake give that to you?”

“Oh, come… what, did he send you?” Rhind groaned, taking another step back. “I don’t work with you guys anymore, give me a break!”

Chanda almost cursed. Rhind wasn’t working for Doofus. He wouldn’t know anything about the statuette, or anything about his operations.

But he might know something else, she quickly realised. Deciding to play into his anxiety, Chanda stepped off the wall and approached him, asking in a low voice, “Why would he have sent me, Rhind?”

“You tell me! You’ve met the guy, anything can set him off!”

Chanda took another step forward. “Maybe he’s concerned about where you’re getting your goods from.”

“What? Wh-what do you mean?” Rhind spluttered as he stumbled backwards.

“His stash, idiot. He seems to think that’s where you’re getting your stuff.”

“Aw, come- You think I’m dumb enough to steal from that creep? He’s the one constantly spying on people, he should know it wasn’t me!”

“What wasn’t you?”

“Whatever it is you’re coming to me for!”

Chanda got right up in his face, cornering him against a row of overgrown tomato bushes. “…A couple pounds of our stuff went missing.” She lied, making herself sound as threatening as possible. “You sure you don’t know anything about that?”

“I don’t even know where he keeps his stash!” Rhind argued. “How would I steal from it?”

“You could’ve found out. You might have asked one of the other guys, cut him into it.”

“None of the other guys know where it is either! We only ever got it directly from him, he knows that!”

Chanda narrowed her eyes at him, letting him stand there, sweating nervously. After a moment, she backed down, realising he was telling the truth. Rhind breathed a sigh of relief as she let him relax a little.

“You don’t know anyone else who could have stolen it?” She questioned him, hoping to get a name out of him at least.

Unfortunately, Rhind shook his head. “No-one would be crazy enough.” He told her. “Not after what happened to Ryan.”

“Ryan?”

“…Ryan Goodfeather? The guy who got beat up by a bunch of Beagle Boys?”

Chanda vaguely remembered hearing something about that. She hadn’t paid much attention at the time, though. “What about him?” She asked.

Now Rhind was looking suspicious. “The kids who jumped him worked for Doofus, didn’t they?”

Chanda stared at him. “…Where’d you hear that?” She demanded.

“Ryan said so. He tried to steal something from Doofus, so he sic’d those guys on him. What, you didn’t hear about that?”

Chanda didn’t answer, staring into the middle distance.

“Right… you weren’t at the hospital. Too busy with your mom, or whatever.” He snorted, sounding amused. “Doofus never told you that he was in with the biggest gang in Duckburg?”

“…He probably didn’t want to scare me off.” Chanda muttered.

“Yeah, no kidding. I mean, a bunch of us quit when he heard that. No amount of money is worth working for those guys.” He folded his arms, shrugging. “I mean, it’s not that surprising if you think about it. The guy’s in the same crowd as Glomgold, Beaks… all those psychos.”

“No. It isn’t.”

Rhind looked down at her. “You want my advice? You should look at keeping your distance from that stuff too.” He suggested. “I know your mom’s important and all, but Doofus is in the middle of the Duckburg crazies. It’s dangerous shit.”

Chanda glared back up at him. “I didn’t ask for your advice.” She shot back. “And don’t go telling anyone about that Beagle Boy stuff. Like you said, dangerous shit.”

“…Sure. Whatever.” Rhind shrugged again. “So… can I go now?”

Chanda sighed reluctantly, then jerked her head towards the school proper. Rhind quickly took the hint, jogging away from her without looking back.

Chanda sighed, walking back to the shed and leaning against it. That hadn’t been a complete waste. Rhind might not have known where Doofus’s stash was, but it sounded like this Goodfeather guy did, or at least knew how to steal from him. She just needed to find him, pay him a visit, and find out what he knew. Still, this stuff about the Beagle Boys…

She shoved her hands deep into her jacket pockets, swallowing hard. Fighting high school bullies was one thing. Fighting the Beagle Boys was entirely another.

She felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She took it out and held it up, looking at who was calling her.

Green Dickhead, it read.

Chanda frowned, then answered it. “Hey.” She murmured into the phone.

“Did you tell anyone?”

“What?”

“Did you tell anyone?” Louie repeated aggressively.

“Oh, well, hello to you too.” Chanda muttered.

“Just give me a straight answer!” Louie hissed.

“No, I haven’t told anyone!” Chanda snapped. “How fucking stupid do you think I am?”

“Really? Because Doofus knows!”

“…What?”

“He knows! He called me last night to collect on my side of our ‘bargain’, and he knew that we were trying to get back at him! He’s known-!”

Chanda shut her eyes tight, letting her hand fall loosely to her side. He already knew. They’d failed before they even started. Frustratedly, she punched the shed wall behind her, gritting her teeth and holding back a string of curses. Reluctantly, she brought the phone back up to her ear.

“…or if he’s just… fuckin’ psychic, but he knew!” Louie rambled as she returned to the call. “And I know that I haven’t told anyone, so… like, you haven’t accidentally let it sleep to anyone who could’ve told him? Anyone at all?”

“No. Nobody.” Chanda replied. “He must’ve had someone spying on us back at the bus stop.”

“Not possible. We were alone back there. He had to have heard from someone, or-” He cut off briefly, then continued “-or he’s gone to the Karmic Court, and they’ve told him-!”

“Calm down.” Chanda told him forcefully. “You’re panicking.”

“If you had been through the crap that this asshole has put me through, then you’d be panicking too!” Louie snarled.

“Just focus!” Chanda commanded him. “Look… what did he say to you? Is your deal with him off?”

Louie scoffed. “Deal. Sure. Let’s call it that.” He sighed. “No… I managed to talk him into giving me an extra week. But whatever we do to get out of this, it has to be before then! Because if we give him time to prepare, then we’re screwed!”

“Okay.” Chanda said evenly. “So… what does this change for our plan?”

That seemed to give Louie pause. “…Nothing, I guess.” He admitted.

“Then stop panicking. All this means is that we need to be more careful.”

“Right… yeah.”

Chanda frowned. He sounded pained for some reason. “You alright?” She asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Just pulled something during while I was out adventuring. You know how it is.” Louie replied. “Or… I guess you wouldn’t. Whatever. Did you manage to catch any info on your end?”

“…Kind of. The guy I told you about, he doesn’t know anything. But he let slip someone who might.”

“Another one of his dealers?”

“Yeah. He tried to steal something from Doofus and got himself beat up for it. Chances are good that he was stealing from Doofus’s stash.”

“Perfect. Get a location from him, and whatever we find, we use it as leverage.”

“Assuming that he hasn’t moved it somewhere else.”

“That sounds like negative thinking to me.” Louie remarked. Chanda could hear the smirk in his voice. “You gotta be positive when it comes to planning, trust me.”

“…He… also told me something else.” Chanda added after a moment’s hesitation.

“What?”

“He said that Doofus gets his drugs from the Beagle Boys.”

“…What?”

“Apparently they’re the ones who jumped the second guy.”

“Oh my God, that’s great!” Louie said excitedly.

“…How?” Chanda asked worriedly.

“Gang connections? That’s excellent blackmail material! If we find proof of that, give it over to the cops, we could shut his operation for good! He’d be powerless!”

“He could easily tell the cops that he was being coerced by them!” Chanda argued.

“Won’t matter. Either way, he loses the drugs. He can’t exactly frame me for dealing if he’s got nothing to frame me with, can he?”

“I- okay, can- can you picture something for me?” Chanda said anxiously. “Let’s say we do that. And let’s say it shuts him down. He’s going to be pissed at us, right? He’s going to be pissed at me!”

“So?”

“He knows my mother’s name, dickhead!” Chanda snarled. “He knows where I live! He’ll tell the Beagle Boys, they’ll blame me, and they’ll come after my mother!”

“If he gets caught, the Beagle Boys aren’t going to give a crap what he says.” Louie rebutted. “But, fine. After we bring Doofus down, I can make sure your family’s safe. I know some people.” When Chanda didn’t respond, he added, “He’ll try to get back at you no matter how we go about this, Chanda.”

Chanda sighed, replying reluctantly, “Fine… what’s your next move, then? That Bosman guy, right?”

“Not anymore.” Louie replied. “He was bit a gamble anyway, and we don’t have time to be taking chances. But his brother – well, adopted brother – he technically works for my uncle. If anyone knows anything about Doofus’s operations, it’ll be him.”

“…Alright.” Chanda replied. “Let me know what you find out.”

“Yeah, you too. Be seeing you.”

Chanda put her phone back in her pocket, hanging up. She sighed, looking around to see if anyone could see her, then turned to leave the agriculture plot.

~~~

Whenever Webby got upset when they were younger, Dewey would be able to find Webby hiding in the mansion’s ventilation system, tucked away where nobody would find her except him. He always knew where she was hiding, and he always knew how to comfort her. He vividly remembered one time where he managed to make her laugh, her giggling reverberating off the steel walls of the vent duct and all across the house.

They were too big to hide in the vents now, obviously. She got stuck in a vent shaft when she was thirteen, and neither of them had attempted to crawl back in ever since. It had taken Dewey a while to figure out the new spot she would go when she wanted to be alone.

Alarmingly, she had chosen the roof.

That was where he found her now. He pushed up the rooftop trapdoor to find her sitting on the west wing roof, watching the sun setting on the horizon. Her back was turned to him.

He slowly approached her, sitting down beside her. They sat in silence, neither of them wanting to talk about the last adventure. Truthfully, Dewey didn’t really know how to talk about it. This wasn’t just inter-family drama and misunderstanding, it was… failure. Dewey didn’t know how else to describe it. It felt like they had failed.

If they hadn’t, that girl would still be alive.

“…Do…” Webby started to say, her voice tight. “…Do you think she had a sister?”

Dewey looked at her. Her eyes were red. She looked like she hadn’t slept at all last night.

He turned back to the sunset. “…I dunno.” He mumbled. He hadn’t seen the girl’s family. He knew that Scrooge had contacted the local authorities when they had emerged from the dungeon, but beyond that, he was in the dark.

Webby pulled her knees up to her chest. “I… I feel awful about it, but… I don’t remember her name.” She choked out. She looked at Dewey, almost begging him with her next question. “…Do you remember…?”

“Filomena.” Dewey replied, staring down at the city below them. “Her name was Filomena.”

Webby wiped her eyes, mumbling, “We- we should do something. To remember her.”

“Like what?”

“…I dunno. Just… something.”

“…We could send her family something.” Dewey suggested. “Or do something for them.”

“…Yeah.” Webby nodded. “Yeah… something from all of us.”

Dewey twiddled his thumbs, not sure how to transition to the topic he came up here to talk about. “Um… listen, Huey told us something that happened while we were gone, um… apparently he was, like, interrogated by this FBI agent about something…”

Webby looked up at him. “What?” She gasped in disbelief.

“Yeah, but Huey thinks that he was just trying to use him to get at Uncle Scrooge, or some-”

“What? What does- why?”

“I dunno. I dunno. The whole thing’s weird.”

Webby stared at him, beak agape. She turned to stare off at the horizon, stunned into silence.

“We, uh… told May and June.” Dewey added. “Well, Huey’s told them, and-”

“We saved the world!” Webby cried, throwing her hands up in a sudden burst of anger. “We beat Magica! Lunaris! F.O.W.L.! Who is this guy to treat us like criminals?”

“…Yeah. Yeah, it’s messed up.”

“My dad hasn’t done anything wrong!” Webby declared furiously. “Nothing! Whoever this agent is, he can go to hell!”

Dewey flinched. Webby didn’t swear often, and he knew to be careful whenever she did. He let her seethe quietly for a few moments before he said, “…The adults haven’t told us yet. But they’ll probably tell us that we’ll need to be careful, or that we need to lay low, or something. And with everything that happened at Galinha, they’ll also tell us…”

“…That we’re gonna stop adventuring again.” Webby finished for him.

“…Yeah. At least until they figure out what’s going on.”

“Great.” Webby muttered miserably.

“…Well, we won’t be going to school this week, at least.” Dewey added, trying to sound positive. “That’s something, right?”

“…Yeah. It’s something.”

Dewey could tell it hadn’t made her any happier.

~~~

Dinner was silent for the most part. They ate stew and mashed potatoes, with half the family on one side, half on the other, and Scrooge at the head. Neither Louie nor June were at the table, still recovering from their injuries, and though they were the only ones absent, the table still felt empty without them.

Towards the end of dinner, Scrooge cleared his throat, directing everyone’s attention to him. “Everyone, listen…” He sighed, a weary expression on his face. “I know there’s enough on our consciences as it is, but… something happened while we were away.”

“The FBI thing.” May spoke up, sullenly mixing her stew with her potato. “Huey told us.”

Scrooge didn’t look surprised. “Aye… and I know the man who accosted him. This ‘Agent Nickel’, he barged into my office the day after we got back from those Phoenician ruins. I didn’t think much of him at the time, but it seems he was more persistent than I thought.”

Huey frowned. “What did he ask you about?”

“About the cloak we nabbed from those two bull-headed gods. Thought it was some kind of weapon.” Scrooge replied, taking another sip of his stew. “Then he made some allusions that he knew about the Other Bin, spat out some half-baked threats, and went on his way.”

“Allusions mean that he knows the Other Bin exists, but he can’t prove it.” Mrs Beakley interjected, her stew half-finished. “We need to ensure that we keep it that way.”

“Why do they even care?” Dewey questioned, his beak half-full of food. “Isn’t the stuff in the Other Bin, like, super dangerous?”

“Ha! That’s exactly why they care!” Della laughed sardonically. Twirling her spoon in the air as she talked, she ranted, “They think we’re sitting on a stockpile of magic superweapons, and they want all that for themselves! It’s all these guys care about!”

“I thought all these particular guys cared about was taking down mob bosses.” Donald remarked confusedly.

“Eh, they all report to the same bigwigs.” Della countered dismissively.

“More importantly, what they want is control.” Scrooge spoke up. “Ever since I first made a name for myself, I’ve had to put up with pretentious politicians and lecherous legislators, all after the same thing! My fortune, my treasures, and in the past thirty years, my land! My ownership of the land Duckburg sits on means that it’s free from the nonsense thrown around by the government, and those gerrymanderers over in Washington know it!”

He slammed his fist into the table, his voice becoming a growl. “This desperate grab at the Other Bin is just their latest attempt to whittle me down! They’ll use it to prop up some- some trumped-up charge against me and from there, they’ll move to rip Duckburg out from under us!”

Daisy put a spoonful of stew into her beak mournfully. “Funny.” She remarked. “You’d think they’d have a bit more gratitude towards the family that saved the world.”

“Bah!” Scrooge leant over his food as he said viciously, “These people don’t know the meanin’ of gratitude!”

Up until this point, Webby had been staring silently down at her bowl of untouched stew, her expression flat and unhappy. At Scrooge’s words, however, she straightened up, and turned to look at him, fierce determination in her eyes. “What do we do?” She asked.

Scrooge leant back, taking a long exhale. “Nothin’. They’re waitin’ for us to give them an excuse to seize the Other Bin. If we don’t do anythin’ reckless, they’ll never get that excuse, and eventually, they’ll have to move on.” He looked at her and added regretfully, “Which means, unfortunately… we’ll have to take a break from adventurin’ for a while.”

The answer wasn’t unexpected for any of them. But Webby still argued, “We can’t just wait for them to give up!”

“This is the federal government we’re up against.” Beakley told her sternly. “These aren’t foes we can fight in a grand climatic battle.”

“Why not? That’s how we defeated FOWL!”

“FOWL didn’t have the entire United States government behind it.” Daisy pointed out. “We have to deal with this the same way we deal with the media – keep our heads down, don’t do anything controversial, and don’t talk about anything they can use against us.”

“Which sucks. We know it sucks.” Della told them. “But it’s temporary.”

Webby didn’t reply. The frustration on her face was palpable.

“…My friends texted me a few hours ago.” Huey said in a quiet voice, prompting everyone to turn to him. “They want to know why I wasn’t at school today.”

“Oh…” Donald murmured sympathetically.

“I haven’t answered them yet.” Huey added. “I don’t really know what to tell them…”

Scrooge looked around at the other adults, and sighed regretfully. “…You can’t tell them what happened in Portugal, lad. Not with this FBI nonsense…”

“Then what do I tell them?” Huey asked desperately. “They’ll know if I lie to them, I-!”

“Just tell them that Louie and June got injured in the last adventure, and we’re just staying with them while they’re recovering.” Daisy told him. “You don’t have to be specific about it. If they press you, just tell them you’re not comfortable talking about it.”

“…Alright.” Huey agreed reluctantly. “It still feels dishonest.”

Dewey looked down at his food, staring into the mixture of meat and potato as he came to a realisation – he hadn’t gone to baseball practice today.

The first practice with Trent Bosman.

He didn’t mention it during dinner, playing it as cool as he could, but once he was back in his room, he grabbed his phone and immediately went to his messages. He wouldn’t have missed this training session for the world, and his friends knew that. His absence alone would have told them something was wrong.

Sure enough, the first message he saw on his phone was from Pete, the team’s best catcher: Hey man, it read. How come you weren’t at school today? You sick?

Dewey hesitated, then began to type out his response.

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales aftermath #fanfiction #ducktales #huey duck #dt17 huey #louie duck #dt17 louie #dewey duck #dt17 dewey #webby vanderquack #dt17 webby #may duck #june duck #donald duck #della duck #scrooge mcduck #bentina beakley #daisy duck

[ithelicorice]

🎾🦝 taso tennis

#yatogami fuma #uproar!! #holostars #I was listening to his song a lot back when I was practicing! #if you notice his earrings are backwards no you dont #I can’t just flip the canvas !! he’s left handed !! #my art

[yut-art]

Adventreebark- win/lose

um yeah they died in this one sorry 🤷‍♀️

#adventreebark2022 #treebark #treebarkweek #treebark week #tw blood #tw death #yut art tag #adventreebark #if anyone noticed Ren's hand is backwards just pretend I did it on purpose he uhh his wrist got broken in the battle it wasn't a mistake - #3lshipping #trafficshipping #3rd life shipping

[baku-usagi]

@breadedsinner i can draw man tiddy but not pancake or pan or spatula :C you win some you lose some

#blackwall #pancakes #romantic #ohgod his hand is backwards i just noticed #fuckkk #anyway

[ticenchantedtoc]

i'd like to see Pierre!

Perfect timing! I just finished a doodle of his cursed form:

I want to draw more of him at normal size (and in his normal outfit) too and maybe smth of him with Belle to actually show that size difference, but this is what I have for now!

#beauty and the beast #batb 1991 #my ocs #tic tocs #tic enchanted art #Pierre de Champagne #I only just noticed his left hand is on backwards I'm gonna go fix that lol

[stranger-chichka]

#el made contact with the demogordon -> the gate opened #mike went to california and vecna made contact with crissy -> the gate opened #but i don’t feel good about these scenes at all #i needed screenshots of brenner and mike giving el flowers for one of my posts and noticed this #as soon as argyle mentions mike’s sister we see the man who looks just like brenner on the background #right after that we’re shown el and the whole situation us called ‘awkward’ #i decided to google the origin of the word and it was definitely worth it #because ‘awkward’ came from late middle english in the sense ‘the wrong way round/upside down’ #UPSIDE DOWN #‘awk’ means ‘backwards’ or ‘clumsy’ in middle english #‘you’re going backwards eleven’ #and if i’m not mistaken el was called clumsy by one of the numbers #WTF???? #and and and both el’s drawing from s1 and will’s painting that he holds in his hands are on el’s right #is it smth intentional??? what was the reason???? #byler #anti milkvan #stranger things #mike wheeler #martin brenner

[sttoru]

sukunas fav concubine being bullied by the other concubines?? maybe they push her into the fountain 👀👀👀

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. being bullied because you’re sukuna’s favorite concubine is nothing out of the ordinary. when sukuna finally notices the harassment you’re going through, he doesn’t hold back.

wc. 2.2k-ish

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff, angst (hurt to comfort). heian era. bullying. one mention of d.ecapitation. vile language. reader gets called ‘brat’. beta reading? what’s that

“she’s got nothing going on for her,” “right? i don’t get what he sees in her,” “tch—he’s only using her for her body anyway,” “duhh. he can’t be pleased by her looks. i mean, she’s really ugly. i bet he thinks of her as just ‘nother hole to use. . .”

and the shushed gossips continue. the concubines hanging around the garden have noticed your arrival, though do nothing to stop badmouthing you. they couldn’t care less if you hear what they say.

you’re used to it by now. you’ve adjusted to this life of yours as one of sukuna’s concubines. his favourite at that—which automatically makes you a victim of verbal (and sometimes physical) harassment. the other women in the ruthless sorcerer’s harem can’t stand you.

your eyes are glued to the path you’re walking on. your lady-in-waiting doesn’t utter a single word as well, holding her head low as she follows behind you. you know that the concubines will immediately pick on you if you make eye contact with one of them.

it’s moments like these where you actually miss sukuna. his intimidating presence and (in)direct threats would immediately make the others fall silent. you wouldn’t have to hear them call you nasty names.

though, unlucky you, sukuna’s out on business. uraume is left as a temporary supervisor of the entire estate. to make sure nothing goes wrong. despite all of that, you still find yourself in an unfortunate predicament.

“hey. we’re talking to you,” a female voice rings from behind you. it isn’t your lady-in-waiting, but the brown-haired woman whom you recognise as one of sukuna’s concubines. her name. . . you can’t recall.

she forcefully pushes your shoulder with two fingers. you stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the material of your kimono. you look down at the hem and notice a subtle muddy stain on the cloth now that you’ve accidentally stepped on it.

you curse the woman out under your breath. the kimono is one of your favorites since sukuna had it made and tailored to suit your taste.

“my apologies,” you mumble politely. you do not wish to make a scene as much as you want to defend yourself. not in front of those poor servants who are simply minding their business and tending to the garden.

the lady scoffs. another one joins. soon, four of them surround you, leaving you no place to escape the situation. with every step you take back, they take one forward. it’s intimidating, though you try to make it seem like you’re not afraid of their words.

“tell me,” the blonde one speaks up and her hand trails up your arm. she twirls a strand of your hair around her index finger before harshly tugging at it. you wince, but she doesn’t budge, “tell me what sukuna sees in a worthless slut like you.”

it’s about sukuna every time. you’re getting sick of the way they treat you because of something you can’t control. you don’t know why he favors you out of all the other women at his service. the way you’re treated because of something that you cannot change is getting frustrating.

the brown-haired woman follows the other lady. she pushes you until the back of your shoe bumps against the edge of a fountain. the grande fountain in the yard that you always love to admire.

the tugs at your hair get stronger. your patience is wearing thin. you take some time to reply to the other concubines, hoping to silence them for now.

you look up at the group surrounding you—a grin tugging at your lips as you decide to taunt them. you scoff, “hah. you cannot blame me for satisfying my lord better than all of you could do together.”

audible gasps sound from the group of concubines. they can’t believe you had the audacity to talk back and be disrespectful about it. the comment you made clearly struck a nerve. or in this case multiple.

“oh, you slut!” the blonde one shrieks, clearly more than upset by your doubts about her services as a concubine. in a flash of rage, she gives you a firm push, sending you backwards until you fall into the fountain with a loud splash.

your lady-in-waiting is the one gasping this time. she looks at you with great worry in her eyes, not knowing if she needs to go fetch uraume or not. she doesn’t have much say in the matter either way.

you’re humiliated by this. you can feel the water seep into the robes of your kimono, staining the beloved material. your hair is wet as well, the water droplets falling off the ends of your locks.

“pah, you look pathetic,” one of the lower ranking concubines chimes in—giggling at the unfortunate situation you got yourself in. the others follow with their own high pitched laughs, “serves you right.”

you don’t even know what you should do. your body feels heavy because of the water wetting your clothes. your nails drag along the fountain’s surface, trying to compose yourself before you do anything irrational.

you grit your teeth and take a deep breath. you’re shaking, both because of the cold settling over your body as well as the anger simmering inside of you. you open your mouth to say something, only to be interrupted.

by someone you didn’t expect to see any time soon.

“enough.”

the deep tone sends chills down your spine. the volume of the male voice nearly shakes the ground. it’s powerful, dominant and quite aggressive. as if the owner of the voice is pissed. no, more than that.

the group of concubines freeze, not even daring to turn around and face the unexpected visitor. you notice your lady-in-waiting immediately falling to her knees, bowing at the man whom you know very well.

“my lord,” you stammer out, being the first to speak up and address him. you’re surprised to see sukuna back this early from his business trip. he normally stays away from the estate for days on end.

sukuna’s footsteps are heavy. his strides are menacingly slow. the aura surrounding him makes the others shake—one concubine being smart enough to bow to him. the king of curses is not one to be messed with, especially when he’s angry.

“tsk. have you lost all your respect while i was gone?” sukuna growls, seeing how the group of concubines are frozen in place with fearful expressions on their faces. the fact that they’re not bowing before him worsens his temper, “kneel.”

he raises one hand and they all knew what was going to happen. you squeal and shut your eyes, hearing that familiar and dooming sound of slashes around you. it doesn’t sound like they’ve hit anything, so you peek through your eyelashes.

you see how the group of women have dropped to their knees the instant sukuna raised his hand in that specific manner. everyone knew just what that meant; death to anyone who’s got their head held high in his presence.

you’ve all seen enough people get decapitated by that same action to know that the sorcerer was not playing around.

sukuna scoffs. he walks up towards you, ignoring the pleas of the other concubines that are begging for his forgiveness. his bottom set of eyes look down at them with disdain before focusing on your figure again.

he silently stands still at the edge of the fountain. his large frame looms over you and you find yourself struggling to get up from the water to bow at him as well. you keep your eyes on your lap, “i’m sorry, my lord.”

sukuna hisses at your apology. a warning for you to shut your mouth. you’re apologising when it’s not your fault and that irritates him more than anything. two of his strong arms reach down to pick you up from your vulnerable position.

the king of curses hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. he’s not bothered by the fact that you’re dripping wet. in fact, both of his left arms wrap around your torso in attempt to warm you up.

“stay. you’ll all be dealt with accordingly when i return,” sukuna harshly orders your aggressors as he turns around and walks away from the group. he carries you in his arms, not sparing a single glance at his concubines.

he doesn’t even care that he stepped on one of the women’s hands as he passed by. the high pitched shriek only serves to annoy him, which you notice by the way he squeezes your waist in response.

it’s silent between you two for a bit. sukuna steps inside of the estate, his ominous aura making you hesistant to speak. you decide to stay quiet for the sake of keeping the peace. for now.

sukuna’s breathing is a little heavy. he’s trying not to lash out or say anything hurtful. he doesn’t like raising his voice at you—but sometimes he feels like he needs to. especially when you land in situations like those.

“how long has this been going on?” sukuna asks through a heavy sigh. his red eyes are focused on the end of the hallway, where his chambers lay. the veins in his neck look like they could pop out any second now, “and don’t you dare fuckin’ lie to me, y’hear?”

you gulp. you’ve never been so nervous to answer him, ever. you attempt to respond, “uhm, for quite a while, my lord.”

sukuna breathes in sharply at the revelation. the fact that you did not specify your answer only made him think that it’s worse than you’re making it out to be. he stops in his tracks, two hands on your waist as he forces you to face him.

your body dangles in the air as sukuna makes you look at him from up close, showing you that dangerous look in his eyes. you do not dare to avert your gaze from his as he speaks.

“you should’ve told me the moment they started disrespecting you like that,” sukuna grunts. another big hand grabs your jaw firmly, squeezing your cheeks together. you whine as it hurt a little. he scoffs and releases your jaw with a light push, “pathetic.”

you feel your body get thrown into your original position once more. your head is upside down and your legs hang limply over his shoulder. you try to defend yourself in a quiet tone, “i thought you were too busy. i didn’t want to bother you with such unimportant matters.”

it’s true. as much as you wanted to tell sukuna about the mistreatment you were receiving, you knew how busy he was attending to more urgent business. you didn’t want to annoy him with your own problems that you could easily solve.

if only you could stand up for yourself.

“nonsense,” sukuna raises his voice in a moment of weakness, though remembers that you’ve probably been through enough for the day. he doesn’t need to add to that by treating you like shit as well.

he simply sighs it off, “unimportant, huh? ‘s that how you think i view you?”

you raise an eyebrow at sukuna’s last sentence. you’re at a loss for words. you know sukuna values you more than any of his other concubines—it’s the main reason you’re getting bullied for—yet you never heard him speak to you in such a surprisingly soft way.

almost like he’s disappointed that you don’t realise the extent of his favoritsm. he cares about you more than you actually think he does.

“i-i’m sorry, my lord,” you stutter. you really do not have a clue about what to say. all you can do is apologise as you’re left overthinking that one little sentence he said.

“what a brat,” sukuna quickly regains his usual stoic and stern composure. he reaches his chambers and enters his personal bathroom before putting you down on your feet. he looks down at your short stature, feeling the warmth of your body leave his skin once you’re separated.

sukuna watches you shiver. he wants to get angry at you for not telling him about anything that’s been going on while he’s not present, though he simply cannot at the moment.

he’ll let you off the hook for now. but, he’s surely going to give you your own special scolding after he’s taken care of the other concubines. the man grabs a large towel from nearby and messily wraps it around your upper body.

sukuna turns around to walk out of his bathroom, looking over his shoulder once more, “get dressed into something else before you catch a cold.”

he calls for a couple servants to tend to you while he’s away to take care of those deviant concubines. sukuna watches the three maids rush to your service, preparing you a new set of clothes as well as trying to dry you off.

his gaze lingers on you for more than is necessary, his jaw clenching at the sight of you trembling from the low temperatures you’re experiencing. sukuna’s going to make sure those other women pay for what they’ve done to you.

he leaves the bathroom after that, though not without leaving you an order to follow;

“you’re staying in my chambers tonight.”

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk angst #sukuna fluff #sukuna angst