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Dazai is fairly certain he has a few broken ribs, but that’s not an unfamiliar feeling.

He resists the urge to run his hand over that spot on his chest. It’s sore and painful even completely untouched. He’s already gotten used to taking shallow breaths, anything deeper than that makes him cough, makes him only feel worse.

But he won’t see a doctor. He never does.

“I’ll take care of the report. You should go home,” Kunikida tells him. Dazai’s not used to the concern in his voice. They’ve been out all night and day on this case, which isn’t too unusual for them, but Dazai’s exhaustion has hit him much harder this time. It’s visible enough that Kunikida is concerned, but Dazai doesn’t think he has any idea about the condition of his ribs. “Might not be a bad idea to have Yosano check you over before you go, though.”

“She’s in Osaka, isn’t she?” Dazai asks, vaguely remembering the discussion from the night before. He yawns, the motion from his chest proving to be rather painful, but he hides it well from his partner, he thinks.

“She’ll be back tomorrow night,” Ranpo tells the two of them, always secretly listening. He looks like he’s actually busy with something at the moment, typing away on a computer.

“I’ll take you to a doctor, then,” Kunikida insists, setting his stack of reports down on the desk and rummaging through his bag for his keys.

“Nah, that’s alright. I think I’ll just go home, I feel fine,” Dazai insists, regardless of his true situation. Kunikida saw him get hit. He was thrown against a staircase during an altercation against someone who didn’t have a gift, and while Dazai can usually hold his own in a fight, there’s not much he can do against someone highly skilled in physical combat and nothing else.

“Are you sure? You got thrown pretty hard,” Kunikida says with a disapproving frown, setting his bag down.

“Yeah, yeah. It’ll probably just bruise,” Dazai says. He didn’t bring anything with him to work today other than a messenger bag, so he picks that up, and leaves his coat hanging over his chair. It’s far too hot for that today.

“If you’re sure. I’ll take you home, at least,” Kunikida insists, but Dazai waves him off before he can continue his search for his keys.

“I’ve got errands to run. I’ll do ‘em on my way home,” Dazai says. He knows Kunikida will stay here even though he’s scheduled to go home as well. He would rather get his work done than put it off.

Kunikida sighs and waves a hand as Dazai heads for the exit.

…

“He has a few broken ribs,” Ranpo says.

Kunikida lifts his head, eyes darting in Ranpo’s direction. It’s been a few minutes since Dazai left. Ranpo doesn’t elaborate, and he’s not quite sure how Ranpo could gather that just from looking at him.

“Are you sure?” Kunikida asks.

Ranpo lifts a brow. “Am I sure?”

“How do you know?” he asks.

“The way he was breathing. It’s causing him pain,” Ranpo explains as if it was obvious. “And he was hunched over by a few degrees. It’s more painful if he stands with good posture, but also when he sits down. He didn’t put his coat back on either, probably not worth it with the pain he’s in. It’s definitely his ribs.”

“Why the hell would he tell me he’s fine?” Kunikida grumbles with a heavy sigh. He can feel a headache coming on. Dazai is so incredibly -

“Well, I’m not a relationship counselor, I’m a detective. So, can’t help you there,” Ranpo shrugs.

Kunikida resists the urge to throw something at him.

…

Chuuya’s fancy penthouse it is, Dazai decides as he boards the subway.

His chest is starting to hurt a bit more. Going from standing up to sitting is slightly more painful, so he decides he’ll stand on the train instead and hold onto something at waist level to avoid unnecessary pain. He thinks he should text Chuuya that he’s heading over there, but he ends up in his own head, distracted by miscellaneous thoughts and advertisements in his view.

He almost misses the stop.

He feels his phone buzzing in his pocket, but he knows it’s Kunikida, and he doesn’t feel like answering. He’s sure Ranpo knows, he’s sure he’s told Kunikida, and answering the phone would certainly mean being harped on for not looking after his health.

Dazai understands his concern, he really does, but he’s fine. As long as he can still breathe, he would rather not see a doctor if he doesn’t have to.

The evening’s rush hour has started to calm down, thankfully. Dazai’s not sure he could handle being stuffed in a train car with that many people, especially now, but he gets out of the station unscathed and only has to endure a few minutes of walking to Chuuya’s penthouse. There’s a moment where he almost turns back around, but he’s already paid the train fare. Might as well finish what he started.

He digs through his bag for the key card he has to get to Chuuya’s floor, and he only manages to find it just when he makes it to the building. The elevator opens for him, and he ascends a few floors up to make it to Chuuya’s place. He takes in a few breaths, disappointed to find it hasn’t gotten any easier to breathe. Thankfully, Chuuya’s not as observant as his coworkers.

The elevator opens right to Chuuya’s living room after he's prompted once more to scan the key card. Normally, anyone else would have to be let in by him, but Dazai has stolen this extra key card of his to make it easier for him to get it. He doesn’t care for the extra steps.

He’s grinning when the elevator door opens to Chuuya almost half-dressed and sitting on his couch with a glass of wine, wide-eyed and not very happy to see company.

“Did you steal my fuckin’ key card again, Mackerel?” Chuuya grumbles, standing up from his spot on the couch to take his remote and pause the TV. He’s watching some brainless reality TV like he usually does, that’s no surprise, but Dazai’s at the point where he wouldn’t even mind watching it with him.

“You should wear that more often,” Dazai hums as he hangs his bag on Chuuya’s silly hat rack, something he knows Chuuya hates, but has given up reprimanding Dazai for. He sees Chuuya’s face redden a little at that comment. It’s an almost-too-small tank top he’s wearing with a baggy pair of sweatpants, but he’s got some nice-looking arms. He likes seeing them.

“You always scare the crap out of me when you show up like this,” Chuuya groans, obviously trying to change the subject. “I told you to text me when you’re coming.”

“Wanted to surprise you,” Dazai jokes, but he’s lost the energy to put any sort of teasing tone into his voice. He trudges over to the couch to sit down, slower than he normally would and carefully as he sinks down, trying to avoid making any grunts to show he’s still in pain.

Chuuya, though, isn’t as stupid as Dazai thinks he is. “You okay?”

Dazai’s still staring at his arms. “Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Stop looking at me like I have a pair of tits. You’re gross,” Chuuya grumbles, marching over to the kitchen. Dazai pouts, staring at the still-paused television, with no will or energy to get up to unpause it himself.

“Slug, can you unpause it?” Dazai asks, turning his head to watch Chuuya, who has taken his phone from the kitchen counter and sat at the bar, typing away.

“Do it yourself,” Chuuya huffs. “You want somethin' to eat?”

“‘M okay,” Dazai says. He should probably eat, but he’s never really hungry.

“I’m ordering food anyway. You like Chinese food, right?” Chuuya asks.

“Uh-huh,” Dazai nods, turning his head back to stare at the television, which has already moved to the idle screen. Dazai thinks he was watching a singing competition show, which isn’t nearly as bad as his usual choices.

Dazai sinks back into the couch and manages to snake one of the throw blankets over himself, feeling a little cold. He hears Chuuya muttering in the kitchen, always weirdly polite when he’s on the phone, ordering much more than the two of them could finish together.

He breathes in and breathes out a few times, realizing that not only is it not getting better, it almost feels worse. He’s having to take more shallow breaths. Maybe it would be a good idea to at least let Chuuya know, just in case Dazai suddenly can’t breathe anymore, but he’s certain Chuuya won’t handle news of broken ribs very well.

Chuuya returns with a shirt and pajama pants that Dazai left here ages ago, because obviously nothing Chuuya owns will fit Dazai’s tall frame. He lays the clothes over the side of the couch and clicks his tongue when Dazai’s eyes drift over to him.

“You look exhausted,” Chuuya murmurs.

“‘M fine. How long till the food gets here? I’m hungry,” Dazai huffs.

“Now you’re hungry, huh? Geez," Chuuya mutters to himself. "Change into these before you get on my bed.”

Dazai is well aware that he's not allowed to wear outside clothes in Chuuya’s bed and resists the urge to make a comment about the more serious topic of Chuuya's undiagnosed OCD in favor of getting closer to time in a bed. Chuuya's mattress is fantastic. Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy mattresses that give him the most rested sleep of his life. Maybe he can lay down for a little before the food gets here. He just needs to relax, he’s fine.

Chuuya starts to wander off again.

“Slug,” Dazai whines. “What are you doing now?”

“I needa do laundry. You wanna help, or keep up your freeloader lifestyle?” Chuuya calls as he walks off. Dazai doesn’t have the energy to shout back at him. Dazai realizes he didn’t make any solid plans at all to hang out with Chuuya, and that the latter has things he needs to do too, but he wishes he would use his absorbent amounts of money to hire someone to do his laundry for him.

Dazai, instead, starts to change into the clothes Chuuya brought out for him. The sweat pants are easy to slide on as he’s sitting down. It doesn’t hurt his chest too much at all. Taking off his collared shirt and vest isn’t too difficult either, he doesn’t have to pull anything over his head with the buttons, but he realizes he’ll have to with the shirt.

He puts that off, realizing he needs to change out his bandages, too. What a pain in the ass.

“Slug,” Dazai murmurs as he approaches Chuuya’s laundry room. He’s wearing a cardigan all of a sudden. Chuuya always puts something on as soon as it comes out of the dryer, he likes how warm it is. It’s cute. “Do you have bandages I can use anywhere?”

Chuuya finishes folding up a shirt before he looks at Dazai peering in the doorway, his eyes drifting down to his bandages. Dazai suddenly feels nauseous. He knows Chuuya has seen his skin without the bandages, he knows Chuuya doesn’t care, but he hates it. He hates it so much it makes him feel sick.

“Dazai, you know that I don’t -”

Chuuya stops when his eyes meet Dazai’s expression, probably on track to say something about how he doesn’t care about what’s underneath his bandages, but Dazai doesn’t want to have that conversation right now. He just wants to change the bandages so he’s clean enough to lay in Chuuya’s bed.

“There’s some left in the bathroom next to my bedroom. Second highest shelf on the right,” Chuuya says quietly, turning his attention back to folding his remaining articles of clothing.

Dazai wanders over to Chuuya’s bedroom with the shirt he’s supposed to put on folded over his arm, and he locks the door behind him, even with the knowledge that Chuuya can open it whenever he wants.

He starts to peel off the bandages, and he winces at the side of the deep purple bruise blooming over his ribs. That doesn’t look good at all. He doesn’t usually bruise like that. He runs his fingers over the spot, shivering at how his skin feels under the touch of his hand. He’s not sure any of that is real. He thinks he might have a fever. He’s overly sensitive to touch when he’s running a temperature, even at his own hands. But whether or not the fever is from his possible damaged ribs or just exhaustion, he won’t know until later, probably.

He lazily washes his face and runs a damp washcloth over his upper body, anywhere that’s reachable and doesn’t hurt to get to, before he dries off with a dry towel. He should probably shower, but he definitely can’t do that without it hurting right now. He does, however, hold that wet washcloth up to his face. It feels so good. He wonders if ducking his face into a sink filled with water would feel better than this. Maybe he’d drown while he’s at it, too.

But Chuuya’s sink is too low. He’d have to bend over a ton and that would hurt too much. He’s not in the business for a painful suicide.

He starts to wrap his arms back up, deciding to only wrap his neck and arms, and letting the t-shirt do the rest of the covering. He can’t lift up enough to get high on his chest, and it’s too much twisting around his body. He stares down the t-shirt that he’s set on the counter with a deep sigh. He just needs to rip it off like a bandaid. Pull it over his head. It can’t hurt too bad if he’s fast.

Only, it does. It hurts so much that he can’t even pull it over his head. He lowers his arms back down and whines, throwing his head back against the door. It’s so bad that it’s making him nauseous, although he’s not sure if he was feeling sick before that. His chest rattles when he takes in a breath, and he spits phlegm into the sink.

Bad sign.

"What's takin' so long?" Chuuya puffs from outside the door. Dazai almost jumps. He didn’t think he was in here for all that long, but apparently long enough. Dammit, if he opens the door and asks for help, Chuuya will see the bruise on his chest. But it’ll hurt too much to cover it, and then he’ll take even longer.

"Chuuya needs to help me put this on," he murmurs as he unlocks the door, the shirt still pulled up to the sleeves.

"What's wrong, you sore? I have ones that button from the front, if that's easier," Chuuya says, walking off to the closet before he even sees Dazai. “You guys do some crazy stuff today?”

“I got thrown against the stairs,” Dazai groans, leaning against the door frame from the inside, Chuuya’s footsteps approaching again. His arm comes in through the crack of the door with a shirt that buttons from the front, thank god, and his arm disappears once Dazai takes the shirt. He narrowly avoided a confrontation.

“Ow. You get hurt bad?” Chuuya asks, staying outside the door as Dazai shuts it again.

“No, just…sore, like you said,” Dazai manages with a little pained groan as he slips his arms through the sleeves, buttoning the front of the shirt.

“Good. That shit can really suck,” Chuuya huffs. “Actually, I saw Akutagawa curb-stomp a guy on a staircase the other day. Seriously brutal.”

Good to know Akutagawa hasn’t lost any of his violent tendencies, but he finds himself shivering at the idea of curb-stomping someone. Strange how much things have changed. Maybe it's just because of how he feels right now.

Once Dazai finishes buttoning up the shirt, he trudges over to Chuuya’s bedroom, deciding he’ll just lie down for a while as they wait for their food, but the nausea that’s starting to settle in his stomach is making him want to pass up the idea of food.

Dazai decides to just lay down on his side. Chuuya almost wanders out of the room, but he stops and turns around once he’s realized Dazai is lying down. He frowns.

"My tummy hurts," he mumbles.

"You probably haven't eaten all damn day,” Chuuya huffs. Dazai can’t deny that. He’s pretty sure he didn’t eat anything more than a snack yesterday, either, but he won’t admit it to Chuuya. He just whines to himself. “But I’ll get you some Pepto or something if it’ll help you feel better.”

Dazai isn’t sure that will do much for him, but Chuuya is already off to the kitchen before Dazai has anything to say about it. He forces himself to sit up, up and off Chuuya’s too-comfy mattress before he lays a hand on his chest. A deep breath almost has him in tears, he’s wincing so hard that the moment makes it hurt more. It feels like a knife is stuck between his ribs and he thinks if he takes a breath like that again, he’ll throw up. Not a good sign, even worse with how swimmy his head feels once it’s off the mattress.

Chuuya returns with a little medicine cup full of Pepto Bismol and Dazai doesn’t even have the energy to give him a reassuring smile, because it’s obvious that Chuuya is concerned, no matter how much he tries to hide it. His eye twitches as he approaches him, and he reaches a hand up to his cheek. Dammit.

"Shit, Dazai," Chuuya murmurs as he pulls his hand back. "Why the hell are you so hot?"

Dazai wants to make a joke, it's such a good opportunity to, but he can't. He feels awful. He’s considering making himself throw up, but he knows that’s not even remotely related to the root of his problem.

"Tell me what happened," Chuuya growls.

"It's just a few broken ribs," Dazai says quietly, but he’s finding it to be quite painful to even speak right now. He brings his hand back up to his chest.

“I’m calling one of our doctors over,” Chuuya hisses as he sets the cup of medicine on the nightstand.

Dazai freezes at the mere suggestion of that.

“No, Chuuya. Please,” he says, his breath hitching halfway through. His brain is flooded with awful things he doesn’t want to consider. “They’ll report to Mori.”

Chuuya stops in his tracks, his shoulders dropping at the last word Dazai speaks.

Dazai knows he's being paranoid. Realistically, Mori can't get to him anymore. Chuuya would never let him, he doesn't think anyone would, but none of them know the half of what Mori did to him. He would gladly use any opportunity to treat his body like a cadaver, wouldn’t he? Even now?

Even if he wouldn’t, Dazai is so paranoid about it that he’s losing his composure, and that's the problem.

He leans over the bed and gags into his hand, fully expecting to throw up, but it’s just saliva that’s pooled in his mouth. He keeps his hand under his mouth just in case, but now the nausea is pushed to the back of his mind, his brain focused on how much his current posture is hurting his lungs.

“Shit, hey. I won’t call our doctors,” Chuuya murmurs quietly, a gentle but cautious hand landing on Dazai’s shoulder. “Well…what about that doctor at your agency? Can’t she help you?”

“She’s in Osaka,” Dazai recalls. He winces at the concern in Chuuya’s voice. “I’m…I’m fine.”

“Fucking hell, Dazai, you’re not fine,” Chuuya huffs. His voice shakes. Dazai should have known that Chuuya is just as protective as Kunikida, if not worse. He can’t kind from any of them. “I’ll just - I’ll take you to a hospital.”

“You can’t just walk into a hospital, Chuuya," Dazai laughs dryly. He shivers at the thought of going to a hospital, but it’s a far better idea than being found by Mori. It doesn’t make him gag, at least.

“I don’t fucking give a fuck,” Chuuya growls. “You know how serious broken ribs can get, especially if you already have a fucking fever. You’ve probably got an infection. Why the hell would they just let you go home?”

Dazai wants to tell him that they let him go home because he didn't tell anyone he was injured. He doesn't like bothering them if he doesn't have to, and honestly, he prefers to avoid medical treatment of any kind altogether if he can. He was just trying to see how long he could go avoiding it.

"I'm gonna call a taxi and take you downstairs," Chuuya breathes out, turning on his heel and heading back for the kitchen to find his phone.

Dazai is left with his own brain, which is incredibly dangerous. He groans from the pain he’s in, and he’s trying not to think too hard about needing to go to a hospital. Maybe they can just sedate him before they do anything. He’d much prefer that. Is that an option?

He lays down on his side and curls up into a ball, but he doesn’t feel any better, it’s getting harder to breathe and that nauseous feeling won’t go away either, and it comes back with a vengeance. He forces his head up because he knows something is going to come up out of his throat, and he does feel a tiny bit guilty about getting it on Chuuya’s bed, but he can’t avoid it.

Dazai can't breathe. He's not entirely sure what he's coughing up. Foam, phlegm, vomit, maybe some blood, maybe a little bit of everything. He's seen Akutagawa do this on several occasions, actually, but he's never experienced it himself, so he's almost certain this has something to do with his lungs. Maybe the broken shards of his ribcage have poked holes into his lungs.

Oh god, he really can't breathe.

Chuuya's talking to him, but he can't hear a word. He hears his own name, he thinks, but all he can focus on is the sharp, unbelievable pain in his chest.

…

“It sounds to me like he has a lung infection, Dazai,” Mori says to him, expectant. He was waiting for Dazai to agree, to hand his subordinate over and let Mori take care of the rest. But even at seventeen, Dazai was smart enough to know Mori’s true intentions.

“Oh yeah? You’re a doctor now?” Dazai jokes. He’s stalling, only in Mori’s office to take a book or two out of his library that Hirotsu mentioned he needed for something he was working on. Akutagawa is outside the office, waiting. He’s coughing every now and then, coughs that really don’t sound good and that Dazai is well aware of, but he won’t hand him over to Mori.

“Come now, Dazai. Don’t let your subordinates suffer on account of your stubborn nature,” Mori teases.

“I’m not letting anyone suffer, Mori. A little cough never killed anyone,” Dazai says back, mocking that same teasing tone as he pulls out the last book he needs, but when he turns around, he realizes Mori had plans of his own. Elise was busy opening the door to the office and taking Akutagawa’s arm to lead him inside.

Akutagawa looks to Dazai, unsure of what’s going on, what he’s been brought in for, and Dazai is frozen. Dazai has been trying to limit their contact as much as humanly possible, and Mori seems to have become aware of that.

“My, don’t you look awful. How long have you had this cough for?” Mori asks him as Elise drags him closer, but Akutagawa resists the closer he’s brought into Mori’s frame of view. Dazai shakes. He’s been looking for a way to have Akutagawa seen by a doctor that Mori wouldn’t know about, but it’s nearly impossible. It’s something he’s been trying to do for himself, too, and he still hasn’t figured out how to do it. How to get one step ahead of Mori.

“Don’t answer him. We’re leaving,” Dazai growls, glaring at Akutagawa so he knows he’s serious, and Akutagawa shrinks back, still dead silent. Dazai takes Elise’s arm to pull her off of Dazai, and she disappears as soon as they make contact.

“Dazai, really? That wasn’t very nice of you,” Mori huffs. “It’s cruel of you to let your subordinates suffer. You know I would never want that for you, don’t you?”

Dazai takes Akutagawa’s arm and pulls him toward the exit, ignoring Mori’s words. Akutagawa is rightfully confused, but Dazai doesn’t need him to have any more information than he already does. He closes the door behind the two of them, and Akutagawa pulls his arm up to cough into his elbow. Dazai hears his chest rattle. He’s undoubtedly got a fever, too.

“Don’t ever go to him for any of this. Understand? I don’t care what he says,” Dazai bites, audibly frustrated and maybe a little scared, but Akutaagwa can’t pick up on the second half.

“I know,” Akutagawa answers, voice hoarse, “you’ve told me already.”

“Just making sure you listened. You’re not very good at that.” Dazai huffs, leading him down the corridor and back to the elevator.

Akutagawa looks like he’s ready to retort that claim, but he starts coughing again, into his hand, this time - blood and foam coating his palm, visibly startling him, too. He needs to see a doctor, he might even need to go to a hospital, Dazai doesn’t know the extent of his infection at all, but this isn’t normal.

Akutagawa trips when they pass the threshold of the elevator, clearly his head isn’t where it’s supposed to be - he catches himself on his hands and knees and the coughing only gets worse, bright red blood splattering on the marble elevator floor. He takes in shaky and unsteady breaths in between. Dazai just spends a few seconds staring. What the hell is he supposed to do about this?

Akutagawa collapses completely after one heavy breath seems to take all of his remaining energy out of him, and Dazai only thinks about how lucky he is that this happened here, and not in front of Mori. He just stares at his shaking form as they descend the building, and Dazai needs to have a game plan of what to do once they reach the bottom.

“Dazai,” Akutagawa barely manages to breathe out, making a pathetic attempt to get off of the floor, only to crash back down into it. Dazai kneels down beside him. He can’t even carry Akutagawa. Who does he call? What does he do?

“I know. Give me a few hours to figure it out,” Dazai murmurs.

Anyone but Mori. Akutagawa can’t go through what Dazai went through.

…

When Dazai wakes up, he’s stuck in a hospital room, the sterile smell of it all only reminding him how nauseous he is.

He imagines he’s been asleep for quite a while, but he doesn’t feel well-rested at all. He’s never felt that way after a hospital visit. It’s the pain medications they pump him full of, he thinks - they’re the only reason he’s slept at all, probably.

But he can breathe a little easier. There’s a mask over his nose and mouth, probably not a good sign.

There’s a nurse in the room with him, looking surprised to see his eyes meeting hers. She says something to him but Dazai doesn’t have any idea what she’s saying. The mask she’s wearing makes it impossible to even guess. She seems to jot down his vital signs before she scurries out of the room.

He realizes what she was saying to him when Chuuya comes trailing in through the door, his hair tucked into a beanie that doesn't suit him and wearing a hoodie, a black mask and a pair of fake glasses.

If Dazai had the energy to laugh right now, he would probably do it until he couldn’t breathe anymore. Chuuya doesn’t look all that ridiculous, it’s a decent disguise in practice, but it’s hilarious all the same. Only because Dazai knows Chuuya.

A shaky hand of his reaches up to pull down the mask, and Chuuya almost pulls it back over his face once he’s at Dazai’s bedside, but the nurse gives a little nod. She says something to him before she leaves the room, but the sound is muffled.

Chuuya’s voice, though, is as clear as a bell.

“You look like shit,” Chuuya mumbles, brushing his hair back and out of his face, pulling off his own mask once the nurse is out of the room. Not the first thing Dazai wants to hear when he wakes up, but it’s Chuuya.

“You look stupid,” Dazai retorts, his voice so hoarse it almost sounds like he’s lost it completely. He wants to clear his throat, but has a feeling that won’t make him feel any better.

Chuuya grumbles something under his breath before he pulls off the beanie and pushes the glasses up on top of his head, and Dazai’s never been so glad to see that annoyingly bright colored hair before. He’s really kind of gorgeous. Maybe it’s the drugs making him think that.

"I'm sorry I left you," Chuuya murmurs, reaching over to squeeze the hand that’s free from an IV. "I know you hate places like this."

Dazai's a little unsure of what to say. Chuuya's not the type to get so candid with him, and while Dazai truly does despise being in hospitals, he doesn't remember ever telling Chuuya that directly. Then again, his memory of the past has been hazy. He doesn't even remember much of anything after losing his breath on Chuuya's bedroom. For all he knows, Chuuya could have been with him the whole time.

"I'm an adult now, you know," Dazai teases, flashing a weak smile.

Chuuya rolls his eyes. "Not what I'm talking about. But whatever."

"It's fine, slug," Dazai tells him. It’s not nearly as bad of a fear as it used to be for him. He knows that sometimes it’s unavoidable. He knows he doesn't have to worry about Mori anymore, at least not while in the care of the Armed Detective Agency.

“You scared the shit out of me. Seriously,” Chuuya mumbles. “You’re staying with me for a while once you’re discharged.”

“I have to go back to work,” Dazai whispers. Sure, it’s not the working part he’s concerned with, but he really should pop in every now and then at the very least, so that they know he’s alive. Before Kunikida decides to end his life prematurely.

“Since when you do give a shit about that?" Chuuya groans, squeezing his hand a little tighter. "They're the reason you're in this mess in the first place, aren’t they?”

Dazai’s stomach drops at the notion, because that’s really not the truth. He simply lied to them, just like he lied to Chuuya. It’s what he always does. It has nothing to do with any of them.

They probably would've taken good care of him, too.

“Mm…I think you've got it all wrong, little Slug,” Dazai says, feeling himself start to doze off again. He's exhausted and doesn't particularly feel like explaining any of that to him, even though he's sure Chuuya would at least consider it.

“Don't call me little, you ass,” Chuuya grumbles, squeezing his hand a little tighter, “I'm taking you back to my apartment once you're discharged. End of story.”

Dazai's eyelids start to feel heavy, and he doesn't fight Chuuya's demand. He can always sneak out if he needs to.

But maybe he'll be okay with Chuuya looking after him, for a while.

…

A week later, Dazai thinks he's well enough to slip out of Chuuya's apartment early one morning, to pop into the Agency.

“Healing well from your broken ribs, Dazai?” Ranpo says as he happens to wander past him just as soon as Dazai enters the building.

“Can't keep any secrets from you, can I, Ranpo?” Dazai says, only sounding a little nervous because he can feel Kunikida glaring at him all the way from his desk. It seems the two of them are the only ones here so far, like usual. At least Atsushi isn't here to witness Dazai's inevitable death at Kunikida's hands.

“You know I don't normally air out everything you try to hide, but Kunikida already wants to kill you,” Ranpo says casually on his way back to his desk. “Figured it doesn't matter what I say.”

“Morning, Kunikida,” Dazai says as cheerfully as he can, but Kunikida has already hurled a pretty heavy report collection his way, one that Dazai's head just narrowly misses. He brings his heads up to his face in surrender.

“Don't morning me, Dazai. Where the hell have you been? Obviously you were injured, and I haven’t heard from you in over a week -”

“Aww, Kunikida, were you worried about me?” Dazai teases. His eyes dart over to Ranpo blissfully ignoring everything happening before him, wondering why he didn't give Kunikida his whereabouts when he could have easily figured out where he's been hiding. He just smiles, though. Ranpo keeps hidden what Dazai doesn't want everyone to know about.

“I'm one more incident away from putting a tracker in that damn bolo tie,” Kunikida grumbles, somehow managing to get past his anger and sit back down in his chair. He grumbles something that Dazai doesn't quite understand. He feels safe enough to approach his own desk, and sit across from Kunikida.

“What was that?” Dazai asks, tilting his head.

“Are you okay?” Kunikida says, straightening up a stack of reports on his desks with a heavy huff.

“I'm okay,” Dazai says with a half smile. “No need to worry your pretty little head about me, Kunikida. You know the universe won't let me die.”

“That's not the point, Dazai,” Kunikida grumbles, almost reminiscent of a comment Chuuya made to him at the hospital. These two always insist on worrying over him. “Tell me next time you're hurt. At least send me a damn text so I know you're not bleeding out in a ditch somewhere.”

“Well, I could be, regardless of the contents of whatever text I might send you,” Dazai teases, and Kunikida looks like he might throw the pen he's holding right at Dazai's head, but he refrains.

“Get to work. You still need to finish that report,” Kunikida grumbles, tossing him a blue folder.

“I thought you said you'd finish it for me,” Dazai says, lifting up his head as the door opens, revealing Atsushi and Kyoka, both looking surprised to see him. Atsushi rushes past everyone else as Dazai smiles at him.

“No, you pissed me off. I started it, you do the rest,” Kunikida sighs just before Atsushi sits beside him and starts a string of worried questions and assumptions that Dazai only half listens to, only watches his eyes. Chuuya really does have them wrong, they would never want him in that situation.

Chuuya would definitely like Atsushi, with how much he likes Akutagawa. He might even get along with Kunikida. Chuuya joining them for dinner sometime is some faraway ridiculous fantasy that he could only ever see Oda suggesting, and he just smiles to himself.

“Are you even listening?” Atsushi sighs.

“Sorry, sorry,” Dazai says. “Start over?”

#request from ao3 <3 #my fanfictions #hope u guys like it sorry for the break 💔 #skk #chuuya #dazai #soukoku #chuuya x dazai #kunikidazai #kunikida #akutagawa #mori #ranpo #sickfic #injury #whump #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #illness #sick #ao3 #vomiting #ptsd #medical trauma #fanfics

[rosemary-morgan]

FFXV - HC’s about your pregnancy and how the boys would take care of you

Female Reader

I have some cute ideas in mind 🖤 Let your dearest boy take care of you 💋 I want to thank everyone who read and support my stuff.

A big thank you to my dear friend @fangirl-ramblings​ 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

(Pictures/GIF are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google/tumblr)  

Characters: Prompto, Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis, Gladio and Ignis

Warning: Pregnant reader, some argument, mention of love making

A little reminder: Requests are open 😋

Prompto:

⦁When you tell Prompto about your pregnancy, he is overjoyed! He can't stop kissing you, he even cries because he is so happy! And you cry with him.

⦁He immediately tells the good news to his friends and they of course rejoice with him. It will not be easy to choose a godfather for the child.

⦁He thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Seeing you like this, with your beautiful round belly, makes him very happy. A part of him lives in you now.

⦁Prompto is so excited! He is already buying so many things for the unborn child. Clothes, toys and books of fairy tales, so he can read them to his child every night.

⦁Prompto gets you everything you feel like. No matter how crazy your cravings are, he would willingly drive hundreds of miles to see you happy. Even in the middle of the night he will get you your favorite ice cream if you ask for it.

⦁He will protect you and the little one with his life.

⦁When fears and worries rob you of your sleep, Prompto will tell you with that sweet voice of his, that everything will be fine. You will hear words full of love that will make your heart laugh again.

⦁He will probably freak out if you get hurt or catch some illness. He will take good care of you, but overacting sometimes.

⦁On the nights when you are in his arms, he is even more tender and loving than he already is. He loves you and the little one in your belly. Sometimes he sings to his child. Softly and in a gentle voice, while he lovingly looks at you and caressing your belly.

Nyx Ulric:

⦁ Your pregnancy is not planned at all and you are afraid to tell him that you are expecting a his child.

⦁ Nyx is speechless at first and just stares at you with wide eyes. You don't know what's going on in his head and what he's thinking about, and that makes you very nervous. Does he want this child? Is he going to freak out now?

⦁ Your anxiety grows as no reaction comes from Nyx. But when he sees your tears and the sad expression on your face, he wakes up from his trance. He can't stand to see you so sad and immediately wraps you in his arms "Hey, hey... it's alright. It's okay."

⦁ Nyx is very loving and also understanding. He loves you more than anything. As time goes by, Nyx becomes more and more excited that you are expecting a child from him. A little being that grows inside you. A greater gift you could not offer him.

⦁ However, he is concerned about whether he can provide you and the baby with the life you deserve. He will do anything to make you happy.

⦁ His worries are great, but when he sees you, full of joy and also full of love, he forgets his fears. In you he has met his soul mate.

⦁ Your nights are full of love and passion. Nyx shows you how beautiful you are and how much he desires you.

⦁ Nyx and you become even closer.

⦁ Nyx will no longer risk his life so recklessly, for he has a great responsibility. He chooses his missions carefully and is highly concentrated.

⦁ He informs himself about pregnancy, gets books and guidebooks, so that he is prepared for the coming weeks and months. He supports you where he can, because he knows that pregnancy is not an easy thing.

⦁ When your baby is born, he doesn't leave your side and when he finally sees this sweet little creature, his beautiful blue eyes shimmer with tears. "I love you. Both of you", he says as he strokes your hair and kisses you full of love.

Cor Leonis:

⦁ You have been trying to have a child for a long time, but it doesn't happen so easily for you.

⦁ The more time goes by and you don't succeed, the more unhappy you are about it. It is your greatest wish, but Cor also wishes to start a family.

⦁ You start to doubt yourself and are afraid that Cor might leave you. Even though you know deep inside that he would never do that. He loves you and wants to share his life with you.

⦁ But one day, when you think all hope is lost a small miracle happens, You can hardly believe it, but it happened!

⦁ Cor can hardly believe it when he comes home and you give him this beautiful news.

⦁ You kiss each other in tears, Cor showers you with kisses. He can't put into words how happy he is. Lovingly he embraces your face, looks at you with tears and smiles. "I love you, Y/N."

⦁ He lifts you in his arms and takes you to the bedroom where he loves you with passion. It's a long night of you making love. You lose all sense of time, because you are in your own world, forgetting everything around you...

⦁ Cor works less to be there for you.

⦁ You take many walks in nature and when you are not feeling well, he lovingly takes care of you.

⦁ You love his kisses on your belly, you like the way he looks at you; full of love and affection. You have found the man to spend the rest of your life with

Gladio:

⦁ Gladio is completely shocked at first. This was not planned at all! He literally panics!

⦁ He becomes louder, asks you how this is supposed to work? Because as I said, it was not planned at all! He thinks he is completely unsuitable as a father. He has other obligations and can not also take care of a child!

⦁ His extremely negative reaction shocks you. You try to calm him down, but Gladio is much too upset.

⦁ "This shouldn't have happened! Damn it, Y/N!" He doesn't think about what he's saying "What are you doing to me, Y/N?!"

⦁ After that sentence, you can't hold back your tears and Gladio sees that too. He sees your shocked expression and immediately regrets his words. But we know how stubborn he can be and he doesn't even apologize to you at first.

⦁ He leaves the apartment, because he first needs a clear head. He must gain distance from you in order not to hurt you even more. Gladio really regrets his words, but he needs to be alone for now.

⦁ His friend Ignis manages to calm him down and give him some advice. As a result, Gladio calms down and his feelings don't take over his mind. Rational thinking is now the order of the day.

⦁ Gladio really loves you very much and he wants to be there for you.

⦁ When he comes home and finds you crying in your shared bed, it breaks his heart. He asks you for forgiveness and holds you tightly in his arms. "I am so sorry. Please, forgive me. Please, Y/N..."

⦁ He knew what an idiot he had been and deeply regrets it.

⦁ Gladio is very gentle and affectionate in dealing with you. He treats you as if you were made of glass.

⦁ And if anyone is rude or rough with you, oh, God have mercy on them! He becomes overprotective.

⦁ He shows a lot of understanding when your hormones go crazy.

⦁ Lying in his lap, he strokes your hair and is so happy about the course his life has taken.

Ignis:

⦁ When you tell Ignis the happy news, he is overjoyed! You made him the proudest man in the world. His beautiful wife brings new life into the world! Who would not be happy and proud?

⦁ You both knew from the beginning that you wanted children. You didn't want to wait long to have them and now you are going to be very young parents.

⦁ Ignis takes care of you as if you were the greatest treasure on earth. Well, he did that before, but now his protective instinct has also become stronger.

⦁ Ignis cooks you meals that are healthy, but also very tasty! So no boring dishes, just really fancy things!

⦁ Ignis knows that you are going through a special time and that you need every support, and you will get it from him. He does most of the housework because he doesn’t want you to overwork yourself.

⦁ He will prepare baths for you, with fragrant oils, and petals of flowers. And while you take a bath, he admires you, caressing your belly, while he keeps looking at you gently. Full of love.

⦁ He often makes trips with you. Your favorite destination is Galdin Quay. There you spend passionate nights together.

⦁ Sometimes, you sit on the beach at night and look at the stars in the sky. You talk about your future. These evenings will remain in your memory for a long time, because they are very special.

#final fantasy fandom #final fantasy #final fantasy xv #love #romance #my fanfictions #female reader #prompto argentum #ff15 prompto #prompto x reader #y/n reader #nyx ulric #nyx ulric x reader #cor leonis #cor leonis x reader #ignis x reader #ignis scienta #ffxv ignis #ffxv imagines #final fantasy gladiolus #ffxv gladio #gladio x reader #headcanons #writers on tumblr #pregnancy #soft boys #taking care #caring

[thlayli-ra]

Happy birthday Punk!

(This is a double celebration as Valets of WWE now has over 3k hits. Thank you all so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️)

#cm punk #christian cage #seth rollins #dean ambrose #cody rhodes #ted dibiase jr #evan bourne #matt sydal #valetverse au #drawing scenes from my fanfictions #my fanfictions #my artwork #Thlayli-writes #wrestling fanart #Thlayli-art

[zeroducks-2]

Oka okay okay hear me out though. Eobard taking advantage of the 'grace period' before Barry gets superpowers to touch and hold and kiss him at superspeed. Not just because he can't keep his hands off if Barry at the best of times, but because these are the only times when he can touch him gently without fear of rejection.

Sometimes Barry wakes up feeling warmer, more rested, like someone held him through a nightmare. Sometimes when his hair is too long the locks fall onto his face, and a moment later they're slicked back on his head just like that, not bothering him anymore. Sometimes he's deep in thoughts and the briefest feeling of a touch on his chin turns his head just so, enough to show him that he was about to walk down a small staircase and risked to trip and fall.

Just sometimes. Other times things break around him for no apparent reason, he has such terrible dreams and they feel so real that he's terrified of sleeping. He loses important things even if he's sure he noted down where he put them, he gets bruised and cut onto seemingly thin air.

But sometimes his cheeks turn inexplicably warm when the wind blows cold enough to risk cutting off his nose, and he forgot his scarf. Sometimes he naps on his work and wakes up with a jacket draped on him. Some days he feels so alone and it's hard to cope, but there are moments where he could swear there's the lingering impression of arms tight around his chest, and something soft on his lips.

#brb going insane #eobarry #that stalker #also a zippy thot #my fanfictions

[zarasu]

Chapter 14 of To Conquer an Emperor in which Shen Yuan speedruns his sexuality crisis and hears a little too much.

#svsss #bingyuan #luo binghe #shen yuan #my fanfictions #to conquer an emperor

[alixgracchus]

15 Jaytim!

“Doesn’t mean anything,” Jason shrugs, looking anywhere but in Tim’s direction.

He knows what awaits him anyway: he’s arms crossed, looking deeply unimpressed.

“I’m going to reformulate my question since you’re clearly lost some brain cells in yesterday’s fight: why are you giving me a ring?”

Jason brusquely shrugs.

“If you don’t want it I’m taking it back,” he grumbles, reaching for the small box, but Tim jumps on it like a tiger.

“Ah, ah, ah! You can’t take back a gift!”

“Then just fucking accept it and shut the fuck up!”

“I’m just curious! You just give me a ring out of the blue and I’m supposed to shrug it off?!”

“Yeah!”

“Well fuck you!”

“No, fuck you!”

Jason tries to swat him on the head and Tim gracefully dodges him, crouching down. He smashes his face in Jason’s hip, nuzzling his crotch as Jason tries to knee him in the face. Tim makes him lose his balance, and they find themselves sprawled on the floor. Tim cages him with his body, sitting astride on his hips as he holds his wrists prisoner above Jason’s head.

“How about I show you what kind of ring I want for you?” Tim whispers wickedly, and Jason shudders with arousal.

#jaytim #jason todd #tim drake #red robin #red hood #dcu #mine dcu #my fanfictions #to post

[juneviews]

The King and His Detractor

Show: Not Me

Ships: Sean/White ; Dan/Yok ; Eugene/Namo ; Gram/Nuch ; Todd/Black ; Gram/Black ; Black/Eugene

Summary:  After an assassination attempt on Prince Black's life as he was ascending the throne, Prince White is forced to take his place, and inherits his Royal bodyguards, Sean and Yok. As he becomes King and is forced to marry his brother's fiancee, Lady Eugene, White suddenly discovers how corrupt the Royal world is. What he doesn't know, though, is that the very bodyguard that swore to protect him with his life, is actually plotting his demise.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical ; Ayutthaya Period ; Political ; Mystery ;  Slow Burn ; Tension ; Royalty ; Polyamory

a historical retelling of not me???? I GOT U BB <3 this will be my longest, most ambitious fic ever, so safe to say I’m coming back to ao3 with a bang :’) hope you enjoy!

#not me #not me the series #seanwhite #danyok #eugenenamo #gramnuch #toddblack #gramblack #blackeugene #my fanfictions #ao3 #not me fanfiction #bypiningbisexuals

[lion-hearted-wolf]

SnowBaird Week Day 2 - Myth/Folklore @snowbairdweek

"Maybe you were drunk. It happens, especially on leave days." Coriolanus Snow threw his friend a glance, a sort of ironically polite invitation to accept defeat. Sejanus ignored it and went on, shaking his head in a fit of stubborness. "No, I saw her. For real. She was a small creature, with her hair down. Just a little taller than the blonde girl who sings here, with that band of musicians. At first I thought she was running from someone, so I stopped to ask her if she needed help… but when she turned around I saw she was barefoot. And, I don't know, she just didn't look human. Not only she wasn't wearing shoes, but she didn't even have a jacket to cover herself, or a cloak. She was just wearing a white tunic. And it's winter." "And after that? What did she do?" As much as he tried to mantain a tone shifting between detached and ironic, curiosity was beginning to get the better of Coriolanus. It wasn't even the first time he'd heard such tales, but usually they were told by the elders to children from Twelve. Or they would pass from mouth to mouth during evenings of revelry with comrades in arms, when the ones born and raised in the District would laughingly recount the legends they were terrified of as children. Fairy tales, of course. No less, no more. But hearing them from Sejanus Plinth, who had lived in Capitol for years, had a whole different effect. "She didn't blink. She looked at me, ran behind a tree and disappeared. Like she never existed."

. "Green Dew Drops" -> SnowBaird Myth!AU in progress [follow my AO3 for more!]

#snobairdweek #myth AU #snowbaird AU #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #snowbaird #my moodboards #my fanfictions

[fanfictionroxs]

Story time!

The most scary thing that Sean has ever seen or heard in his life is Black and White doing the stereotypical 'finish each other's sentences/being in sync' twin thing.

They stopped doing it at a very young age because they understood that it annoyed their parents (screw them), but the brothers never lost that ability of knowing each other's exact move.

The first time Black and White do this, they're all in the garage and the twins had teamed up to mess with Yok whose eyes got progressively larger with each word passing from their mouths. He had been teasing them about how different they were and "are you both even twins? It's not how tv dictates twins should be"

And Black and White had turned to look at each other, their heads turning back to Yok, lips stretching into the same creepy smile and everyone in the garage felt a shiver go down their spine as Black opened his mouth.

"You see Yok-" he said

"-It's not that we can't do it-" White continued.

"-it's just that we don't want to-" Black shrugged.

"-we're our own person-" the twins chimed together.

"-but mostly it's scary for people-" they continued.

"-I mean look at you-" White

"- you look like you're about to wet yourself-" Black

"-and that makes us very happy-" they fucking synched again!

"-which honestly White said was mean-"

"- and Phi agrees of course-"

"-no, I don't-"

"-Yes, you do-"

Black cut off the back and forth to glare at White who raised an eyebrow.

Yok grabbed Gumpa's sleeve.

"Hia, I'm scared!"

"Are we sure we have a problem with being mean to people?" Black fake whispered to White. Sean saw a smirk go up his boyfriend's face who replied, "I don't know, Phi. It is quite fun."

And Black's lips widened into a matching smirk, the brothers gazing at each other with evil mischief (more like sadistic glee) and Sean felt Gram shiver alongside him.

Yeah maybe it was better Black and White weren't the stereotypical twin types. They seemed to become less Black and White and more Grey and Grey.

#black and white pothiyakorn #not me sean #not me yok #not me gumpa #not me gram #not me black #not me white #thai bl #thai drama #not me the series #asianlgbtqdramas #my fanfictions #my writings #funny #crack fics #twin shenanigans #black and white letting out their inner gremlins #gun atthaphan #offgun #seanwhite

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

Warning : Mild swearing. Mention of past violence and homophobia. Short description of wounds. Whump.

Geralt and Jaskier are taken prisoner and have a rough time but they have a little moment to chat a little bit. Geralt will learn a thing or two.

This came out of my mind after some conversations and some whiteboard stuff haha. This is a whumpy story but with a lot of sweetness too. Unapologetically geraskier 😅

#geraskier #my fics #my fanfictions #whump the bard #whump geralt too

[awakefor48hours]

A Little Bit of Luck

[Fanfiction.net] || [AO3]

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug & Avatar the Last Airbender Warnings: None Characters: Marinette Dupain Cheng, Azula Relationships: Azula/Marinette (Azulanette) Additional Tags: gods AU, oneshot, (that could change), lesbian Azula, bisexual Marinette

Summary: After being overwhelmed with the hardships of being a goddess, Ladybug leaves her old life behind to live as a human on earth.

Welcome everyone to the second ever Azulanette fanfiction. I thought of this one during one of my shifts and then started writing it at 2 in the morning. I hope you all enjoy it.

Ever since the beginning of existence, Ladybug, the goddess of luck and creation, has always been popular among humans. Humans always seemed to be in need of luck and that meant they would often pray to her for any number of reasons. Reasons that could range from health, good finances, winning a war, confessing to a crush, or winning a silly game between friends. She loved the attention because it made her feel important to the humans. Even as a bonus, prayers and offerings gave gods their powers and this constant stream of attention made her the most powerful god in the Pantheon.

However, as humanity grew so did the number of prayers. Practically ever second, Ladybug's head would be filled with millions of voices praying to her and it started to become overwhelming. There were so many prayers that would flood her mind that she began to struggle figuring out which voice in her head belonged to whom (including her own). She did everything in her power to keep up with prayers but one day it just became too much for her so she just stopped answering completely.

Once she stopped answering, humans stopped praying to her exponentially and it was a big change to adjust. When the amount of prayers lessened, she started to feel more like a mortal than a goddess. This had never happened to any god before, even the minor gods had a powerful presence so for her godly nature to be almost completely suppressed was completely unheard of in the Pantheon.

Some of the other gods had tried to convince her to start answering prayers again but she didn't want to. As she thought of what she could do with her new life, she realized she could do something that no other god could do before. She could live on earth.

So that's what she did.

Leaving her home to live on earth was a hard decision, she didn't know if she could go back, whether or not she could die, she didn't even know what her new life would be like. Since the presence of a god is too powerful for mortals to look at, none of them could ever appear on earth. But now things were different. As she walked among the crowds, you wouldn't be able to spot her.

Adjusting to the changes in her life were hard at first. If she had to guess her own age, she assumed herself to be 14 years old. She didn't know how much she could do at age but what she did know is that she needed food, water, shelter, and money. Right as she thought of that, she noticed that she was getting hungry, a new sensation.

She didn't know what she could do for food but that's when the smell of croissants suddenly hit her nose. It smelled delicious and followed the source at a bakery. When she read the sign of the bakery, she realized she was in France but that didn't matter right now. She was hungry and this bakery, The Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie, had croissants.

She walked in the bakery and for a moment, she forgot she wasn't on the Pantheon anymore. There were so many pastries all over the place and they all smelled heavenly but she didn't want to be too greedy. One should be enough so she grabbed one serving of macaroons and brought them to the cashier. The cashier was a woman with blue hair and the one she assumed to be Sabine.

When asking for payment, she handed over a piece of gold, hoping it was enough but that's when she was given a strange look. "Do you have any actual money to pay for this?"

"I... don't." Suddenly she felt embarrassed, gold was the only money she had with her. She doesn't know the the first thing about modern monetary items. "This is all I have left."

"'All you have left?' Wait, do you have any money or even a home?"

"No."

Everything from there quickly became history. She still didn't understand fully what Tom and Sabine, rather her new parents did, but after doing a lot of paperwork, they were now a family and she was able to start a new life but not as a Ladybug, as Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

The more time she spent on earth, the more she loved it. She went to school, made friends, and got eat many pastries curtsy of living with bakers. But if there was one thing that never left her, it was her love of creation. Even though it was nice to eat pastries, she loved making pastries. Soon after, she found her true passion in fashion. Creating art that people could wear with a smile made her smile. It was difficult and she did stab herself plenty of times but it was always rewarding.

If there was one thing that she could never fully get used to, it was walking. She couldn't figure out what it was but there was something about walking that she could never master.

The more time she spent on earth, the more she felt distanced from her past. She loved the feelings earth gave her, the way her skin would age, the idea of her life potentially ending... sometimes at least. She wasn't like everyone else, her soul was different and would probably perish different. Death would just be a concept she wouldn't dwell on.

If there was one thing she couldn't distance herself from were the voices, voices so quiet they were like whispers, in the back of her mind. People praying, desperate for any amount of good luck. She felt guilty for doing it but she always ignored them.

It's not like she's the only god though. She had no way to confirm this but she heard that the god of bad luck, Cat Noir, was doing pretty good ever since Marinette quit. It made sense, if people couldn't wish good luck for themselves, they could wish bad luck for their enemies. Cat Noir has always loved the spotlight too, so her absence is probably working in his favor. Being Marinette Dupain-Cheng was her life now and nothing could make her want to look back.

At least, that's what she thought until one fateful night.

Marinette didn't know what to make of dating apps. They were different than what she was used to but after a few failed attempts, she found someone she was content with and thought might be good to spend time with them. They talked for a while and after a week, they decided that their first date should be at a restaurant.

When the date happened, it went well. He was a very nice person and Marinette could see herself spending more time with him. The food was nice and the desserts were great. But one round of dessert wasn't enough for Marinette, she loved getting seconds or thirds. Her appetite for sweets has changed much since she started living on earth but she was still the great sweet tooth for a reason.

She excused herself from the table, walked over to the bar, and asked for a strawberry sundae. It was a small sundae to end off the date. While waiting for her waiter to make the sundae, Marinette's eyes drifted to the person next to her. She was a woman about her age, with black hair, yellow eyes, red shirt, black jacket, and black pants. She was just about done eating her ice cream but before she finished, she pulled a matchbox out of her jacket pocket.

"I don't mean to be rude but I don't think we're allowed to smoke in her-" Marinette was stopped dead in her tracks when she saw that the match wasn't for a cigarette. Instead, the second she lit it, she dropped it in her ice cream. The smell that the smoke emitted filled Marinette's nose happily.

Wait a minute… she might not know earth the best but even she knew that she shouldn't be able to smell anything. Was this woman… no way, there's no way she was doing what she thought she was doing. Then again, it wouldn't hurt to ask. "I'm sorry to butt in but what are you doing?"

The woman with black hair looked up from her bowl of ice cream and looked at her. "I'm just doing a burnt offering. I know that this isn't the proper way to do it but there aren't any ceremonial bonfires nearby so this match will have to do."

A burnt offering? That was unbelievable, even back in her heyday, Marinette would probably get a hundred burnt offerings per year. But she pushed her feelings aside to let the realization sink in. She didn't want to make assumptions so she had to ask. "Which god are you burning that for?"

"Ladybug."

In that moment, Marinette felt her throat go completely dry. She hadn't heard her-that name in years but hearing it now felt… wrong, almost like a stranger's. That should've been the end of the conversation but she didn't know what possessed her to say this but she ended up telling her "I don't think you should bother with Ladybug. I heard she hasn't answered a prayer in years."

"Try centuries--" has it really been that long? "And I know." If she knew then why keep making burnt offerings? "I just admire her. From what I've heard, Ladybug disappeared from the Pantheon almost 11 years now. I just thought that was so cool because if someone like her could run away from her old life, what's stopping me? So I did, I ran away from my horrible father and never looked back. For the past 10 years, I give Ladybug burnt offerings as a thanks for helping me. I know she likes sweets the best, so I try to get as many as them as possible."

Marinette felt her cheeks heat up. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. By choosing to be human, she gave someone hope to leave their past life. She gave her offerings and thinking about it now, the smell of croissants that led to her parents' bakery was probably this woman.

Marinette buried her head into the counter right as the waiter came back. "Here's your sundae." She grabbed the sundae bowl but didn't move. She wanted to know more about this woman, then again, her date was waiting for her. So maybe… "If you could pray to Ladybug for one thing, knowing she would answer, what would you ask for?"

"What?"

"I'm... also devoted to Ladybug and I'm just curious."

They both stayed quiet for a second. Marinette understood her silence. In her eyes, Marinette was just a stranger and knowing the things humans would pray for, it could be pretty personal.

She was about to walk away until she answered. "I would pray for good luck for finding my brother. Ever since I left, I haven't kept track of him, but I want to see him again… even if it's just one more time."

"That's a good prayer."

Marinette walked back to her table setting down her sundae but before she sat down, she immediately excused herself. "I have to use the restroom." Marinette turned around and walked to the restrooms before her date could answer. Once she was in, she immediately walked into a stall and locked it. She stood upright then did her best to shake off her nerves. She was about to break her centuries long silence but no one could know. She took a breath and focused on the woman at the bar.

If she wanted to see her brother again, then she will see her brother again.

Ladybug, rather Marinette, took one last breath before sending her luck. She mentally followed the lingering scent of ice cream and found the woman. Now that she found her, she could send her luck but since her powers were so weak, it would probably be better to give an object on her luck. She first thought to make an article of clothing like her shirt lucky but she decided otherwise because she didn't know how often she wore that shirt and seeing as how weak her powers were, the effects couldn't last more than a week.

It would be for the best if the luck worked instantly as to not worry about the effects wearing off. That's when it hit her, her cellphone. Cellphones were complex and Marinette hoped that it could be used to her benefit. She imbued her cellphone with luck.

Once she finished sending her power, she almost fell. She didn't even know if it would work but that woman was the first person to give her a burnt offering in centuries, no millennia, and she inadvertently gave her a new home. She had to thank her in some way. She finally stood up, washed her hands, and went back to her table.

When Marinette sat back down, she tried to focus on the date but she couldn't. She constantly fought the heaviness in her head, didn't hear a word her partner said, and couldn't even keep eating her sundae. It didn't take a detective to notice the complete change in her demeanor and after a few minutes her date asked "do you wanna go home? You seem kinda tired."

She didn't want to go home. She did want this to be their night out but she knew that staying out for any longer would probably end with her face down directly in her sundae bowl. "Yeah, I think that would probably be for the best. Do you think we should pick this up next Saturday?"

"Yeah, next Saturday sounds fine."

Azula didn't even know why she shared her prayer. Ladybug devotee or not, they were strangers. It's not like she could take it back now though. A few minutes later, she was able to pay for her food but right as she was about to stand up, she heard her phone buzz. Who would even be texting her?

She looked at the message and she immediately felt the air leave her lungs. At first she thought she was dreaming but she read over the message again and her eyes weren't tricking her.

The message that said: Hi Mai! This is Zuko, I just got a new phone and this is my new number. The next message that went through was said: oops, sorry wrong number.

Azula stared at her phone in disbelief. Just a second ago (or maybe even an hour ago), she didn't even know where to start on looking for Zuko now here he was.

Her hands shook as she held her phone tightly in her hands, almost as if she was afraid it would fall to pieces if she didn't grab on tight enough. What was she supposed to say? Hi? Actually, that wasn't a bad decision, hi was simple, not even she could mess it up.

Her thumbs went back and forth on the keyboard several times before she fully wrote her message. Despite how much effort she put into writing it, she managed to send a message that said: Zuko, this is sister. Can I talk to you?

Azula looked up and right as she did, she made direct eye contact with the Ladybug devotee from earlier. She noticeably weaker was leaving with someone she assumed was her date. It was strange but Azula couldn't help but ask herself if that devotee and Ladybug had something to do with this.

Dozens of rewrites and edits and here we are with the second ever azulanette fic in the world. I'll be honest, I did get a little impatient on some parts but I'm so happy to get more azulanette stuff into the world, it's a bit of an uphill battle trying to write for these two seeing as how they're from completely universes but I am unrelenting.

Also, I don't know if I should make this a proper AU or do other things. I'm still experimenting with azulanette and I don't even have a strong internal idea of how they'd interact. I was able to make a post about my thoughts on this topic (anon I hope you're reading this) but taking a moment to connect everything together cohesively is difficult (also I have a job and it's homophobic for not letting me just play on my phone and think of azulanette fics) but once again, I am unrelenting.

As a final note, if you're wondering about the current status of the ladynette fic, I'm sorry, I haven't forgotten about it, but for reasons I'm not going to get into, I'm just not emotional ready to get back into it. I know that's a weird thing to say about a crack fic but if I'm going to write it, I want it to be good.

#crack ship #azulanette #azula #marinette dupain cheng #azula x marinette #marinette x azula #my fanfictions

[sickficideas]

endearing bastard || suegiku sickfic

ao3! 2.9k - please refer to the tags in the link for content + warnings! sicktember 2023, day 10: “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

“Tecchou,” Jouno starts with a heavy sigh.

Every sign he’s observed in the first five minutes of meeting Tecchou this morning has pointed to proof that his fellow Hunting Dog has come to work with some kind of illness. Unsteady breaths, gurgling from his stomach, groans quiet enough for only Jouno to hear.

“Yes?” Tecchou starts. They’re both an hour early. Completely unnecessarily, really. Jouno started showing up five minutes early to their meetings, and out of pettiness, Tecchou being showing up ten minutes before him. And now, they’ve done it so many times that they’ve reached an hour.

“Go home. You’re sick,” Jouno grumbles. He really doesn’t want to argue with him. Tecchou is stubborn and difficult to reason with. It’s hard to get a lot of things through that thick skull of his.

"But we have to report to the captain today," Tecchou murmurs. So he’s not denying that he’s sick. That’s good, he thinks, but it might be bad that he’s sick enough to know he can’t hide it from Jouno.

"I'll report to him. The only place you're going to is the pharmacy."

Jouno lands a hand on Tecchou’s arm and snakes it down to his wrist before he starts pulling him in the direction of the exit from where they stand in one of the halls on the first floor of the building. Tecchou’s arm is warm. The heat is already radiating through the sleeve.

Tecchou only makes it a few steps before he stubbornly plants his feet on the floor. Stubbornness aside, he’s physically much stronger than Jouno. Jouno couldn’t deadweight carry someone like Tecchou even if his life depended on it.

"Do you really think you're in any condition to work today? Be serious," Jouno huffs. He'd really like to get that through Tecchou's thick skull, but he doesn't seem to understand it at all. He uses his teeth to pull off his glove, and brings his hand back up to Tecchou's forehead, gently pressing his palm against his skin. He's much warmer there as opposed to his arm. If he had to guess, that's at least a hundred-and-one fever, and the way his stomach is gurgling isn't a good sign either.

"But you've come to work sick before, Jouno," Tecchou eventually says, his voice a little softer than normal.

Jouno groans. He should have known that argument was coming. He slides his glove back on. "So you think that because I do it, that it's okay for you to? If I jumped off a cliff, would you?"

"Depending on the circumstance -"

"Oh my god, shut up. We're taking you to the pharmacy. End of story," Jouno huffs, his hand snaking back down to find Tecchou's. This time, he interlocks their fingers, and starts to pull him back down the hall. "And then you're going to stay at home and rest."

“What about the captain?” Tecchou mumbles, not sounding very on board with this plan, but at least he’s following Jouno.

“I’ll call Teruko and fill her in. You call a cab.”

And so, they do just that. Tecchou stands outside as he calls a cab, and Jouno asks his phone to call Teruko, who responds just as annoyed as he would expect her to. He assures her that no, it’s no disrespect to captain Fukuchi, that Tecchou is truly ill and Jouno is simply escorting him home.

“Are you taking him home to his place? Or yours?” Teruko asks, just as Jouno was planning on hanging up.

He pauses. He feels his ear start to get hot, wondering if maybe she’s onto something. “Why does that matter?”

“Just curious,” she says rather mischievously. “Bye-bye, Jouno.”

“Bye, Teruko,” he grumbles with uncertainty as he steps out of the building, hearing the taxi cab approach from the distance.

“Why do you need to come with me?” Tecchou asks as Jouno steps in line beside him.

“Because I don’t trust you to take care of yourself,” Jouno says, and for some reason, that stops any additional questions from Tecchou. The two of them climb in the taxi cab, and Jouno requests they be taken near the shopping district near where their apartments are, to the nearest pharmacy. The driver apparently nods, quietly pointed out to Jouno by Tecchou.

Tecchou is quiet for most of that ride, but the gurgling sounds of his stomach don’t seem to be getting any better. They coincide with the irregular nature of his breathing, and that makes it clear enough that Tecchou is nauseous. Jouno wonders if he’s had anything to eat, or if this is a symptom of his illness. Probably the latter.

“Flu?” Jouno asks.

“Not sure,” Tecchou says quietly, almost embarrassed, but he seems to recognize that Jouno will not take silence for an answer. “Maybe.”

“How long have you been sick for?” Jouno asks him.

“Two…two or three days, maybe,” Tecchou says.

“And it’s worse today?” Jouno asks. He hasn't seen him the last few days. Tecchou had a few days off while Jouno was working with Tachihara on a Port Mafia related matter.

“Yes,” Tecchou admits.

Jouno doesn’t understand him. Maybe it’s because of how being ill messes with his senses, but he would never want to endure multiple says of being ill without seeing a doctor, or taking some kind of medication. Tecchou is really far too stubborn for his own good.

“If it’s a flu, we’ll get you some flu medication and see how it goes. If you feel worse tomorrow I’m taking you to the doctor,” Jouno says sternly, making sure that Tecchou knows his intentions from the beginning.

“Okay,” Tecchou answers dejectedly.

It’s quiet for the rest of that ride, until they reach the pharmacy in the city.

Jouno and Tecchou enter inside, and Jouno realizes too late they’ve forgotten to change out of their outfits judging by the whispers of police, military and other such things from the staff and patrons. Jouno doesn’t mind too much, it often gains him more respect on account of his disability, but Tecchou doesn’t like using his status to his advantage.

They walk a few steps forward, and before Jouno can ask Tecchou to lead him to where he needs to be, he stops behind him.

"Do you think there's a restroom here?" Tecchou asks quietly.

"Probably in the back,” Jouno says before Tecchou’s footsteps trail away, and he realizes he’s on his own. He doesn’t like doing things like this. There are certain things that his hearing is incredibly helpful for, and this is not one of them. He’s certainly more suited for combat and investigative work, not navigating a pharmacy.

He doesn’t like asking for help, but he’ll do it for Tecchou.

He follows the sounds of the register - the drawers opening and closing, beeps from scanning items, and heavy foot traffic, and he stands himself at the front as the last patron exits the store.

“Excuse me,” he says sternly. “I’m looking for a good flu medication.”

A woman starts to speak. “Oh, yes, sir. There’s a few options down in the isle behind - “

“I’m blind,” he tells her before she can give any further directions.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I’ll go find one for you, sir,” she says, stepping out from behind the register.

“That’s fine. I’ll wait here,” he says as she scurries off to one of the many isles behind him. He starts to hear whispers from some others behind the counter, comments about a blind soldier, and things he would rather tune out. Jouno can usually count on Tecchou to argue back, even when it's not his place to. He can hear him in his head. You have no right to say things like that. Please mind your own business.

He smiles to himself. He’s ridiculous, really.

He hears Tecchou’s footsteps get closer. His stride is very distinct. He carries himself well, but even today, Jouno can tell he's getting sluggish. He tries to listen for other signs, but the scurried footsteps of the cashier return, and she steps behind the cashier.

“Here you are, sir. Is this for you? Or - ”

“Thank you. It’s not for me. I can have him read the instructions himself,” Jouno says, gesturing with his head toward Tecchou as the woman scans the medication.

They're out of the pharmacy before long and Tecchou leans against the outside of the building after he finishes his call for a cab.

“Did you ask someone for help?” Tecchou asks. He sounds surprised.

“Don’t act like I can’t do it myself. It would have just taken me longer," Jouno insists. He'd like to not admit that it would have been virtually impossible to pick out a medication without already being familiar with how each and every container is shaped, and how the pills sound in the bottles. He only recognizes what's in his own collection at home.

Tecchou almost responds, but he's interrupted by a quiet groan, and stifles a near silent burp into his fist.

"Did you throw up?" Jouno asks him, realizing he missed something. "In the bathroom?"

"Mhm," he mumbles.

Jouno sighs. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Tecchou is quiet for a few moments, like he's confused. "I just told you."

"I know that. Just…" Jouno sighs again. He finds himself doing that incredibly often around Tecchou. Jouno, personally, hates throwing up. He doesn't understand how Tecchou shrugs it off to easily. "Tecchou, you can't come to work when you're feeling this bad. It's not good for you or anyone else."

"Okay."

"Okay?" Jouno raises a brow.

"I won't do it again," Tecchou elaborates. "I just didn't want to disappoint you."

"Tecchou, you're not…" Jouno groans. He wonders if there's any point convincing him otherwise. "Let's go home. You should rest."

Tecchou confuses him. He’s so weirdly competitive, but then in moments like these, he shows that weakness. That he’s only trying to compete with Jouno to prove himself, for some odd reason.

“I can go home by myself. It doesn’t make sense to trouble you," Tecchou insists.

“Don’t be stupid. I'm telling the driver to take you to my place and I’ll take care of you,” Jouno says as if it’s the only viable option.

“Why?” Tecchou asks.

“What do you mean, why?” Jouno thinks he's more confused than Tecchou is.

“Why do you want to? What difference does it make?” Tecchou asks. It sounds like a genuine question. Like he’s confused about it.

“You’ve done it for me,” Jouno says. "And, I…you know."

He can practically hear Tecchou tilt his head.

"Ugh, don't make me say it," Jouno grumbles.

"I can't read your mind, Jouno," Tecchou reminds him. He almost sounds like he’s teasing. He’s getting harder and harder to read, these days.

"I care about you, idiot," Jouno huffs, feeling his ears heat up before he turns his head away, making sure Tecchou won’t be able to see his reddening face. "Where's that damn cab?"

Tecchou is quiet after that, and the short taxi ride back, too.

They make it to Jouno's apartment without incident.

He holds his key card up to the door handle and he lets the two of them inside. Jouno won’t mind a little day off, and he’s sure Tecchou could use it, too, especially while he’s unwell.

“You can change. I’m sure I have something that fits you in my closet. Just hang up your uniform on the coat rack, and don’t forget it like you did last time,” Jouno says as he wanders off to his bedroom. He’s pretty certain that he has some of Tecchou’s clothes in his closet. He remembers finding unfamiliar clothing in his laundry the other week.

He finds one of his old shirts and a pair of sweatpants just as Tecchou shuffles into the bedroom, and Jouno tosses them over to him as he sits down on the bed. Jouno’s still deciding on what he wants to wear, but he doesn’t hear Tecchou making any effort to get changed.

"Jouno," Tecchou starts.

"What is it?" Jouno sighs. He hopes he doesn’t have a complaint about the outfit choice. It’s not like they’re going somewhere.

"I'm sorry," Tecchou says quietly.

Jouno lowers his arms and turns around. “If any of this were actually a problem for me, I would have ignored you at headquarters and made you deal with it yourself, Tecchou.”

Tecchou doesn’t have anything to say to that. He’s concerned about his behavior. Maybe his fever is just throwing him off kilter or something, or maybe Jouno just hasn’t seen how he acts when he’s not feeling well. He busies himself with hanging up his own uniform, not caring much that he’s changing right in front of Tecchou. He’s seen him do it before.

“Are you changed?” Jouno asks as he slips a shirt on. He hears Tecchou hum something sounding like a yes. “Read the instructions on the medication. You should go ahead and take a dose.”

“Can I wait a minute?” Tecchou asks.

“Why?” Jouno huffs. He pauses for a second, before he realizes the sounds coming from Tecchou’s stomach are a bit too wild for his liking. “Are you about to throw up?”

“I think so,” he murmurs.

“Well then get to the bathroom, you idiot,” Jouno sighs, not bothering with his sweatpants in that moment, taking Tecchou’s wrist and leading him to the bathroom.

Tecchou gets ahead of him with a pained groan as he drops onto his knees in front of the toilet, and before Jouno can even kneel down beside him, he hears him gag and choke before he brings up a mouthful or two of vomit, splashing into the toiler water below. Jouno hates that sound, and normally he wouldn’t stay with anyone through something like this - it’s far too much auditory stimulation for someone like him, but he feels guilty leaving Tecchou alone when he’s feeling so unwell.

He has a pretty strong stomach most of the time. He can drink without suffering hangovers, he can eat those ridiculous food combinations without having to deal with so much as a tummyache, and he never seems to deal with headaches or migraines like Jouno does. He’s not used to feeling miserable like this. He doesn’t show it easily, but Jouno can hear the little whines and whimpers from the back of his throat, moans of discomfort as he lets the drool pooling in his mouth drip into the toilet.

“Maybe this is what you get for eating crap all of the time,” Jouno teases as he rubs his back, a little unnerved by how warm his skin is feeling.

Jouno thinks that he really doesn’t feel good. He doubts it has anything to do with Tecchou’s strange diet habits, because he’s running a fever and he doesn’t even have the energy to put up with Jouno’s teasing. He tries to hide a burp by closing his mouth but it’s accompanied by a gag that he can’t hold back, and he throws up again. He sighs to himself and Jouno feels him lean forward and lay his head down on the toilet seat.

“Hey,” he starts, sneaking a hand under his shirt as he leans against him to rub circles into his slightly bloated tummy. “You shouldn’t lay there. Let’s go to bed.”

“I don’t want to get up,” Tecchou murmurs quietly, spitting out a wad of saliva.

“I’ll help you,” Jouno insists. He can’t carry Tecchou, he’s sure of that, but the least he can do is provide him some support. “Do you think you’re done for now?”

“Mhm,” Tecchou murmurs. “Can you…can you keep a trash bin by your bed?”

“I can do that,” Jouno agrees. That tells him Tecchou must not feel much better after that. Maybe he’ll really have to take him to the doctor sooner rather than later. He hates that he feels like this.

Tecchou groans as he forces himself up off the floor, evidently much more fatigued and weak than he was initially letting on. Jouno’s glad he managed to convince him to come here, he doesn’t want to think about what would have happened if he stayed at work.

Jouno takes his arm and leads him back to his bedroom, and the latter crawls into bed and under the covers without needing to be told, thankfully. Maybe he’ll give him some time for his stomach to settle before he makes him take any medication. It doesn’t make sense to do that while he’s feeling so nauseous.

Jouno sets the trash bin on the nightstand beside where Tecchou has claimed a spot, and climbs into bed beside him with a deep sigh. His hand snakes around until he finds the hem of Tecchou’s shirt, and he lays it over his tummy, continuing to rub gentle circles into his warm skin.

"I can still hear your stomach gurgling," Jouno tells him quietly. "Do you still feel nauseous?"

Tecchou hums something, but that's all Jouno hears. That’s impressive, Jouno can usually tell what he’s saying no matter what.

"What was that?" Jouno asks.

Tecchou's quiet, now. Jouno almost says it again, before he hears a quiet snore. Tecchou has always been quick to fall asleep, and especially now.

“I’ll take you to the doctor if you don’t feel any better after your nap,” Jouno says, sinking his head into his pillow, scooting a little closer to Tecchou, keeping his hand where it is. He hopes he can soothe him a little, even while he’s falling asleep. “Sleep well, Tecchou.”

Tecchou snores in response, and Jouno’s annoyed by the way the corners of his own lips start to turn upward.

Stupid endearing bastard.

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[rosemary-morgan]

Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 7) 18+

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Summary: Where happiness is, the devil is not far away. And he sends his demons to torment those who have found happiness...

Warning: Trigger Warning! Rape! Read at your own risk! Huge angst alert!

Words: 1574 

Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 7) 18+

It was very late at night and you were still lying wide awake in your bed. Outside it was storming and raining like crazy. It was always uncomfortable for you when thunderstorms were coming; you just felt uncomfortable. Every time it rumbled, you winced, and you could never understand how some people could see that as relaxation. Javier was such a person who could fall asleep very well during thunderstorms. 

Javier had been gone for a week now and of course, you missed him. But on the other hand, you were very proud of him, because he worked really hard to earn his money and to start a new life together you needed every cent. The dress you had made for Mrs. Hantoon had brought you good money and she had been so enthusiastic about your work that she had told her friends all about your skills and you could be sure to get more requests soon.

Since there was no point in tossing and turning in bed to find sleep, you get yourself up out of bed. You turn on the light by lighting an oil lamp, and put on your robe before leaving the bedroom. You felt the need to eat something small. Sometimes hunger came at night and you couldn't do anything to get rid of that feeling; or rather, you didn't want to do anything about it. What was wrong with satisfying your hunger? You still had some oatmeal cookies in the tin and you were looking forward to enjoying them with a cup of tea. You were a bit surprised when you saw a burning oil lamp on the dining table. Have you forgotten about it? This was not typical for you, but on the other hand you were alone in this house. 

However, you noticed a strange smell that you could not inhale at all and a strange feeling came over you immediately. 

You carefully placed the oil lamp in your hand on the table and carefully observed your surroundings. Something told you to leave this house immediately, but it was already too late.

You stopped, transfixed, when suddenly dark voices spoke to you and the shadows slowly formed into two men. Two strange men you had never seen before. Instantly you recoil and the only thought you have right now is the shotgun hanging on the wall that was within your reach. But you knew you had to be careful because these strangers were also armed and you would have a bullet between your eyes faster than you would reach your shotgun.

"What are you doing in my house?"

"We're just here for Mister Escuella."

"Javier? What business do you have with my man?"

They both laughed. They were the same men who had watched Javier and you from a safe distance some time ago. Cole was waiting outside for his men. Javier was not the priority right now; Angel Eyes wanted you, for  he knew that Javier would come to him once you were his prisoner. Still, he wouldn't make it quite so easy for Javier to find you...

"There is someone, including us, who has unfinished business with Javier. To find you here is a great pleasure for us."

"You better go now."

But the men were not intimidated by you, they were more amused at your attempt to force them out of the house.

"We don't take orders from women."

Henry, the big, robust man who looked like a bear, approached you and you could smell strong alcohol on his breath coming out of his mouth. You instantly felt sick.

"Sam, go to Cole. I'll be with you in a minute with this fine woman."

"What, you want her all to yourself?"

"Get the fuck out of here! I will fuck this whore's pretty pussy good! I've got priority! You can have her afterwards!"

"No!" you scream at the men in panic and horror. 

"Now go!"

Reluctantly, Sam left, unable to argue his case as he was last in the gang hierarchy and so he had no choice but to listen to Henry and reluctantly left the house.

You didn't care what would happen if you reached for your shotgun now, because you wouldn't let those bastards violate you! But Henry immediately reached for you, lifting you up as if you weighed nothing. He sets you down on the dining table and you instantly fight back as he pushes himself between your legs. He wastes no time in pushing your nightgown over your legs. Immediately you hit him and scratched his face, which made him very angry. Without warning he hit you in the face, pressing your entire body on the wooden table and you scream aloud. 

"Don't touch me! NO!"

You were scared and you panicked, because this man would rape you and there was nothing you could do about it.

"Hold still, little bitch!"

Another slap and the pain almost made you go numb.

"No... no..."

As he forcefully penetrated you, you screamed in pain and you couldn't believe what just was happening. This man was brutal and your whole body stiffened. He got what he wanted, yet you tried to escape him, but he kept pulling you back against him. 

"You dirty bastard! Stop it!"

You instantly remembered the oil lamp that was placed on the table, just a few centimeters away from you and you tried to reach for it, over and over again, but with each of his brutal thrusts you were pulled towards him again.

"Yes, you like that, don't you?! Does Javier fuck you that well?! Whore!"

You manage to grab the oil lamp and hit him right in the face with it, whereupon your tormentor cries out in pain, because you just burned half his face. The one moment where he lets go of you is enough for you to get your shotgun and you didn't hesitate, but you knew it wasn't loaded. Still, you managed to intimidate him with it. He remained standing on the spot as you threatened him with a look of rage.

"Get out of here, you bastard. Or I'll blow your brain to pieces!"

But everything was about to go wrong for you tonight because,  in the next moment, another man entered your home. It was Cole and immediately you aimed at him too, but he wasn't so easily to fool. 

"Miss." 

He took off his hat at the greeting and you could only shake your head as this behavior was absolutely inappropriate and ridiculous.

"Henry, what did you do to that lady?"

"What?! That fucking whore! Look at my face! I'll kill her!"

"You will do nothing of the sort. Calm down."

Cole was calm, relaxed. He was a man who was cold, who had no compassion for others. He always did a job cleanly and without detours.

"Miss, put the gun down before I'm forced to shoot you."

"GET OUT! YOU BASTARDS! OR I'LL KILL YOU BOTH!"

"We both know your shotgun isn't loaded."

Cole was very sure of himself. He pulled off his fine leather glove as he approached you and you knew you wouldn't get out of this desperate situation...

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"Javier, thank you for your help. You did a fantastic job!"

"Thank you, Mister Hazard."

"George. Just call me George."

The man's sympathetic smile was infectious and made Javier return it. He really couldn't have picked a better boss. 

It was just before sunset when the two men took another walk down to the lake.

"Ah, I could use a good beer right about now. How about you, Javier?"

"Yeah, sounds good!"

"Let's head on over to Billy's then."

Javier and George enjoyed the sunset for a moment longer. It was quiet and peaceful around them. 

"George?"

Javier gazed out into the lake, also looking at the sky, which was turning the most beautiful shades of red as the sun slowly set. Leaning against the wooden railing, he relaxed.

"Huh?"

"I still wanted to thank you."

George didn't know why or for what, so he looked at him a little confused at first.

"For what, Javier?"

"For clearing my head. But also for taking me in, giving me a chance to start a new life."

But George just smiled and grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it softly.

"Don't mention it, Javier."

Real life was just beginning for Javier and you, and he would do anything so you could have a happy life, too. And who knew if you wouldn't become parents again? The desire was deeply rooted in Javier, but that was a very sensitive subject for both of you...

It was still dark when Javier saddled his horse in the early morning hours and started his journey home. He wanted to be with you as soon as possible. With a smile on his lips, he thought of you and he couldn't wait to hold you in his arms. It occurred to him that he could get you another gift, because he had earned really well for his last job and he wanted to make you happy. Maybe a big bouquet of red roses? And something sweet to go with it? And another beautiful necklace? In Blackwater he would surely find what he was looking for in jewelry! Javier smiled a little, because he simply enjoyed making you happy. He would have some time to think of something nice. 

Javier didn't even suspect what terrible thing had happened...

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[eiramew]

My (half) piece for the @deathloopzine ! The companion character study can be found here 

 And you can get a wonderful zine for free by clicking on the zine account pinned post :)

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[zeroducks-2]

Jason stared and wanted. They were on their fifteenth shot of vodka, but Tim showed no sign of slowing down. Not that Jay complained. That meant he could bond over shit talking Bruce and be near Tim. He had admitted to himself a few years ago that what he felt for his replacement wasn’t jealousy, nor rivalry. Tim was laughing again, doubling over the table, his hands brushing Jason’s. Jason found himself gripped by yearning again.

Tim relished his time with Jason. He had had a puppy crush on the guy ever since he saw those strong thighs at the ripe old age of fifteen. To have Jason come to him for drinks and bad mouthing Bruce was the stuff of Tim’s dream. Oh, he knew Jason didn’t fall nor desire guys like him. He had no illusion about that. He enjoyed what bond he could have with the young man. Tim was drunk out of his mind but he didn’t care anymore. He was with Jason and he could touch him and oh, he wanted to kiss him so badly.

They ended up in the alley next to the bar, devouring each other’s mouth and letting their hands wander down.

boy do I love when these two are Down Bad, these two stupid idiots ashglfnfvfjf

Thank you so much Jelly this was so cute and hot :') exactly what I wanted!

Here have another little bit! slightly nsfw under the cut ♥

«Are you... hm...» Jason has the kid up against the wall, legs wrapped around his hips. He's small. He isn't supposed to be so small, strong as he is. «Are you okay...?» Tim is breathing hard because of the alcohol and whatever else is coloring his cheeks. He squirms, and again Jason can tell he's not erect. Jason leans in and caresses his cheek, reaches forward for another kiss; it's slow and it's soft and Tim melts into it, making a sound as he grabs Jason's jacket with both hands. «I'm okay.» He whispers on his lips, voice hooded by want, and fuck he looks so handsome. Jason swallows thick and feels himself grow harder, nudging the kid's leg with his tip. «Then what...?» He asks, tracing Tim's face with the knuckles. Maybe they should go somewhere else, they're in a dirty backalley and they might actually be seen. Jason doesn't care, but maybe Tim does? The kid makes a little sound and takes Jason's hand, presses it onto his crotch through the fabric of his pants, and kisses him again with flustered urgency as his face goes on fire. And Jason palms it, feels every corner of it with his thumb, presses down in circles. By the time the kiss breaks he's smirking to a winded, flustered Tim, gently flicking on his clit albeit still through his jeans. «I see.» He rumbles pleasantly, leaning down to leave small kisses on his neck as he starts working his jeans open.

#Jaytim #my asks #trans Tim Drake #my fanfictions #light smut under the cut so be mindful! #thank you Jellyjel ♥♥

[zarasu]

To Conquer an Emperor, snippet of Chapter 13! Should be out in a few days or so!

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