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[kentocalls]

soulless sukuna ryomen author note: red string of fate!au, sukuna does not have a string, technically it should be stringless!sukuna but it’s not the same as soulless!sukuna so pls let me have this. i probably won’t write ever again

Soulless!Sukuna who is sure you’ve lost your mind when he finds you on his balcony, trying to slip your heels onto his expensive outdoor coffee table. He admires the skin peaking through that awfully conservative outfit, watches you sit and lean back dangerously, the city wind making hair hair dance, a shiver crawling up your neck. He’s not intrigued.

Soulless!Sukuna lights his cigarette and pretends you aren’t there. Pretends he doesn’t feel your eyes on him, assessing. Mind vaguely shuffling through what he remembers about you; something in your file mentioned part of the job you hold is analytics? Whatever. It’s not like he kept tabs on you for a year due to interest. You’re simply a very easy piece to fuck up Gojo Satori’s empire with. That’s it.

Soulless!Sukuna who takes his sweet time smoking, enjoying the ambience below him, his street is kept clean and quiet out of sheer fear of his wrath. Those who know, understand it's best to not bother the king of the city with anything stupid. His mind wanders back to you, realizing that you’re not invited to his celebration, how the fuck did you get past his security? He’s not going to ask, he doesn’t care. You’re not a threat.

Soulless!Sukuna who saunters over it’s to use his crystal ash tray, to keep his balcony clean, it’s not to admire your silhouette lit up by city lights. It’s not to make you acknowledge his presence, it’s not to pull you out of scary thoughts, it’s not to catch your eye and watch how you hold your breath.

Soulless!Sukuna who understands the look when he gets it. After all, Sukuna doesn’t have a soul tie. Has no blessed love or scared attachment or whatever the fuck people say it is. He’s the first in years to be born without one, happy to have one less complication given the kind of work he builds his fortune on. Makes him a fantastic one night stand, makes it easy for him to walk away. Nothing to tug him back to bed in the morning.

Soulless!Sukuna who isn’t captivated by the twinkle in your eye, whose fingers don’t itch to touch, whose hand doesn’t want to pull you in close. A taste, he doesn’t need.

Soulless!Sukuna who watches you shiver, serves you right for sneaking into his place unprepared. Clearly you’re bold enough to seek him out, you have his attention now. He's not lingering, he owns the fucking place, he can stay out on his balcony for as long as he wants. You, however, need to say whatever the fuck it is you’re here to say.

Soulless!Sukuna who almost misses your “Thought you’d have better security, being an important figure and all…” you exhale, ready to see if the ever infamous Sukuna is going to chew you like you’ve seen him do before. Your soultie despises the very ground he walks on, refuse to do business within miles of his establishments. He would be so fucking furious at you being here, perfectly content in his presence. He is dangerous, he should feel that way to you but he doesn’t.

Soulless!Sukuna walks in close, the cigarette smoke clinging to his skin alongside something spicy. He leans in, face bored, eyes trailing past your shoulder, down to the road below his luxurious apartment. His voice serious, right in your ear “Don’t have time for games, fall off someone else’s balcony.”

You pout. The most dangerous man in the city is less than 10 inches from your face and you pout at him. “Not gonna fall unless you push me.”

That gets a smirk from him, “Tempting, might want to see the face Gojo Satoru would make when his pretty mate is splattered on asphalt.”

Soulless!Sukuna likes when you hum as you lean further back, despite himself Sukuna is drawn closer, and arm tempted to pull you to his chest, keep you safe from the edge. He doesn’t need another detective on his ass about another murder he didn’t commit.

“You might make things easier for Satoru, the complication simply disappears, the guard tailing me provides photos of us on this balcony, moments before my demise and you’re back in court. Paying your stupid expensive lawyer all over again No, my death wouldn't drive him insane, he'd just use to his advantage.” Now he hums.

“Want to know what actually drives soul ties mad?”

Soulless!Sukuna whose seen what rejection of a soul tie does, knows you're not as calm, collected, and in control as you appear. He’s not nice, he’s indulged enough, should probably push you off the balcony to prove a point. He knows soul ties is an insanity, it’s a weakness. He has and will continue to exploit. You’ve snuck into the tigers den completely unprepared. Oh, the things he can do, should do, will do.

Soulless!Sukuna who cares nothing about personal space, pulls you close, hands burning where they touch skin. “Don’t care.” Lips centimeters from your own. “What do I get out of it? What can you give me?” You don’t cower, you don’t pull back like others have done before, his hands might move higher, one may find the back of your neck and squeezes. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but it isn’t “Whatever you want.”

[marvinswriting]

an episode

prompt: “It… it wasn’t ever healthy for me, was it?” Janis talking about the plastics :) oh ho ho bear said give us hurt comfort now

Janis thought she was getting better. Key would being thought.

She was lucky enough to have someone as patient as Damian to deal with her. To look past how fucked up she was. 

A sudden movement could trigger a whole episode. Somebody moving too fast leads to Janis flinching which leads to her profusely apologizing which means she often gets worked up. 

But Damian didn't mind. Over the years he learned the warning signs and what to do when it happens.

Don't touch, stay quiet, keep her grounded.

She didn't deserve Damian. 

It's been months since shes had an episode. She was fucking high school senior. She should be over middle school.

Yet here she was, hugging her jacket tight around her on a fucking cafeteria table. 

It was after school and the cafeteria was empty aside from her Cady and Damian. 

She had been sitting with her back to Damian and his hand brushed against her on accident. 

It was such a little thing.

Shes had worse and been fine.

So why did this trigger it?

She was vaguely aware of Cady call her name. Damian shushed her.

His tone was firm but hushed. It was an expression that only really came out during times like this. Janis hadn't heard it in years. 

"I'm sorry." Janis said quietly. It wasn't an apology out of fear like in the past. She just felt genuinely shitty for ruining her friend's day. 

She shook out her arms, letting her jacket return loosely around her.

"Can I touch you now?" Damian asked from behind her. 

"Yes." Janis stated firmly. She was fine, this was fine, everything was-

She still flinched a little as Damian brought up his hand.

He paid no mind, as Janis hoisted herself onto his palm. 

"Hey, Cady- I think I'm gonna go take Janis for some fresh air outside. Can you wait here?"

Cady waved them off. "I've got mathletes in five anyway. Bye, you two."

"Bye." Janis said softly.

Damian pushed the doors to the courtyard open with his free hand. He sat at one of the benches, placing Janis on the armrest carefully.

"What happened?"

Janis shrugged. "I don't know. I was doing so well."

"And you still are," Damian reassured her. "This was the first time in months. You used to get them every day. One episode doesn't erase years of improvement."

Janis hadn't thought of it that way. Of course, she hadn't. Leave it to Damian to put it in a good perspective. 

"Right." Janis pulled herself to the edge of the armchair, dangling her feet over the edge, facing Damian. 

The boy who changed her life drastically for the better. Thanks to Damian, Janis knew what true friendship felt like. It wasn't a 'You borrow one of my shirts so I borrow two of yours' or a 'we can be friends until everyone's got their backs turned'. It was genuine. 

So far from the relationships, she had as a plastic. 

“It… it wasn’t ever healthy for me, was it?” She asked, looking up to Damian.

He tilted his head slightly, silently prompting for more info. 

"Being plastic," Janis explained. "I remember, in the beginning, they were such good friends. Everything was tits. But looking back- it was never not toxic. It was-" Her voice trailed off but Damian understood what she was saying.

He tsked looking down at her with the concerned face she hadn't seen in years. The one where you could tell all he wanted to do was scoop Janis up in a hug and protect her from the world, but he resisted, knowing Janis wasn't feeling touchy. It took a lot of self-control from Damian with him being the big teddy bear he was. 

Janis smiled to herself. "Hug?"

Damian seemed more relieved then she did at this question. "Of course, dear." 

Through the years, Damian had turned being scooped up from a fear of getting hurt to a feeling of comfort. 

In the past, getting grabbed randomly or scooped up without her being ready meant bad things. It meant pain. Fear.

But as they sat in the courtyard, Damian gently pressing Janis to his chest, she felt safe and secure. Here, she was protected and loved. 

"Thank you, Damian." She whispered, knowing he couldn't hear. He did so much for her. He loved her and she loved him.

While the plastics were never good for her, Damian definitely was. 

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