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On Call. Pt.1
Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya Minors DNI
TW: clit play, lingerie, sexting, dirty talk, afab reader
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Dazai uses phone sex as one of the ways to tease you but keep you from getting what you want. Oh, this bastard has a good tongue. With absolute calmness, he can maintain a frank conversation with you for a long time period.
“I decided to find out how the day is going with the conqueror of my heart,” Osamu coos, left alone in the agency. “Just remembering how you arch your back under me last night. And your moans... Just angelic singing to my ears, and you know me, I'm picky in my choice of music.”
He knows that you are a little embarrassed by his words, but even the thoughts in your head will not allow to stop. Instead, the young man will continue to tease you.
“I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are when you're in seventh heaven. I’d be very happy to sit you on the table now, pull off your clothes and kiss your skin,” his voice becomes a little quieter, lowers by half an octave and takes on that very seductive husky that drives you crazy. “Get down on my knees in front of you and put my face to your pussy. I bet you already imagine it. Come on, bella, let me hear how wet you are.”
And you really obediently pull off your panties, spread your legs and run your fingers along your wet cunt, collecting moisture on it, hearing a satisfied humming from the other side. Dazai is glad to hear that you are so ready for him.
“I want you to wrap your legs around me while I sink my tongue inside.” You bite your lip, drawing circles around your clit, sometimes pressing on it. “Come on, love, let me hear your voice. Like our last night when I was so deep inside you.”
And you really can't hold back a moan. The bundle of nerves only becomes more sensitive, and every touch to it makes your body shiver a little. You put inside your fingers under his languid exhalation and start to move it. You squirm and shake, when all of a sudden...
“Oh, Belladonna, I have to go now, time waits for no one,” and Osamu leaves you alone with your arousal.
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When it comes to slutty phone calls, it's not Nakahara that starts it, it's your antics. One day, deciding to tease him, you send him a photo in the fitting room. You are wearing only a set of underwear and an innocent signature “Do you think it suits me?”. What a naughty girl are you. Chuuya takes some time to come up with the most compelling reason why he should leave the meeting room.
“What the hell are you doing?” The red-haired esper hisses through gritted teeth. No, your body does not embarrass him, he is used to your unsurpassed beauty, but the last thing he wants is for someone else to see it. You just innocently coo that you wanted to know his opinion, because “he should pull this underwear off you.”
Whatever you say, Chuuya has problems with self-control. He doesn't need too much to get turned on.
“You wanted to know my opinion, right?” Nakahara smirks unkindly, and you can feel it on your skin. Chills and a herd of goosebumps literally run through your neck. “My opinion is this: my naughty girl wants me to fuck her so that she can barely stands. Choose, doll: we’ll fuck on the table, on the couch, on the bed or on the floor? For such a trick, you will have to try very hard so that I let you cum.”
When he is on edge, you can say exactly and for sure only one thing: Chuuya doesn’t throw words into the wind. And the understanding that he may well take you from the doorway as soon as he comes home makes you bring your legs together. You are already turned on by how aggressive the redhead is in his expressions. And from his heavy breathing, only two things can be stated: he is now alone with himself, and he is trying to calm down his boner in order to recoup on you upon his return.
"So what, doll? I can't hear your answer,” Chuuya almost growls, squeezing his hard cock through the fabric of his tight pants. “Or do you want me to push you against the wall while I thrust into you from behind? The sooner you answer, the better for you.”
Looks like you're really in big trouble.
#My writing#bsd#bsd smut#bsd dazai#bsd x reader#bsd chuuya#Nakahara Chuuya#chuuya x reader#chuuya smut#OSAMU DAZAI#dazai x reader#dazai smut#bungo stray dogs#bungo stray dogs headcanons
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HAPPY 1k FOLLOWERS !!
Rules!!
ALSO THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!
1st: This is a different Event!
All of the fics will be based off songs from my playlist!
(MUSIC IS THERAPEUTIC!)
I will interpret the meaning and kinky them up and stuff!
You’ll be able to choose which character would fit the best with it! Most likely, it won’t be easy to choose so I’ll be making two versions with different characters each.
2nd: Here’s my no-no list!
M*ri and any minors
S3xual assault / R@pe
Any weird kinks (p1ss, sc@t, vom1t, hardcore stuff, etc.)
3rd: This is a nsfw Event only, but maybe, I’ll open up a sfw one after!
4th: Here’s my character list!
Chuuya Nakahara
Dazai Osamu
PM! Dazai Osamu (18 ofc)
Kunikida Doppo
Atsushi Nakajima
Akutagawa Ryūnosuke
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Nikolai Gogol
Ranpo Edogawa
Edgar Allen Poe
Tetchou Suehiro
Jouno Saigiku
Fukuzawa Yukichi
(THREE NEW CHARACTERS!)
5th: Requesting should go like this;
"Hi! I personally think that day four would really fit with Dazai! Could I request him with a afab!Reader please?"
And to make it better, I will genderbend SOME characters! But only for fem!/afab!Reader tho!
Also mention what gender the reader should be: fem!/afab!/gn!/amab!Reader (trying amab! too!)
6th: Please be patient.
Lately things have been fucking with me, so I may be a little slower or even take breaks! Writersblock can appear any time.
7th: Au's will and can be included, example; College!Au, Modern!Au, etc.
1st day:
"I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight.."
— You and your partner went out on a date, sitting in their car, you guys got heated while enjoying the moonlight..
Tags: making out, car sex,modern!au, soft sex, praise kink, pet names, etc.
2nd day:
"He had a cigarette with his number on it, (and) gave it over to me.."
— You boss called you to their office, wanting to 'talk' with you. But no need to worry, they just want to reward you for being good!
Tags: office!/normal!au, Office sex, teasing?, praise kink, pet names, etc.
3rd day:
"I hope, you’re ready, for what I’m about to do.."
— You/Your Partner notice your/they’re kinda feeling low today, so you/they decide to cheer them/you up a little!
Tags: Oral sex, normal!au, praise kink/degradation kink, pet names, stress relief, etc.
4th day:
"He tore my clothes right off, he ate my heart and then he ate my brain.."
— A incubus, who was in a need of energy, needed you, really bad. So you let him fill you up!
Tags: Monster fucking?, incubus!au, praise/degrading kink, breeding kink, petnames, rough sex, cream pie, overstimulation, etc.
5th day:
"I’m gonna fuck you up, fuck you until you ask me for more.."
— You went out to a party with your partner, but someone tried flirting with you! So they got a little jelly!
Tags: Jealous sex, normal/modern!au, rough sex, praise/degrading kink, teasing, overstimulation, petnames, etc.
6th day:
"Buckle up, tonight I’m gonna give it to you stronger. Heads up, we can go a little longer.."
— During 'it', you got a little carried away. You needed to cum, so you got a little rougher, which made them get more submissive..
Tags: Switch!Character, normal!au, fingering, teasing, taking control, hickeys, overstimulation, petnames, etc.
7th day:
"You’re dangerous, I’m loving it.."
— Your Partner/You are known to be the most dangerous person to Yokohama, but still, they/you can’t resist you/them..
Tags: Normal!au, marking, overstimulation?,slight breeding(?), petnames, etc.
8th day:
"As you recall, you know I love to show off.."
— Your Partner loves you very much, and they make sure you and everyone else knows, by showing you off. Bringing you gifts, kisses, cuddles and most importantly, making you feel good!
Tags: Modern!/Normal!au, passionate sex, overstimulation?, praising kink, foreplay, pet names, etc.
9th day:
"'Cause I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl.."
— Now the tables turned; someone was flirting with your partner?! You can’t help but feel jealous. You can decide, they could make you theirs or you’ll make them yours!
Tags: Jealous sex (2nd), modern!/normal!au, praising kink, pet names, overstimulation, teasing, etc.
10th day:
"Treat me like a slut, little bitch who loves to fuck.."
— You and your partner didn’t do it for a while, which had you sexually frustrated. So you were a brat, and how do you tame one? Easy, you fuck ‘em into oblivion!
Tags: Brat taming, rough sex, overstimulation/edging (u decide), (loving/degrading) pet names, etc.
Also, if you have any song-fic ideas feel free to request!
Maybe smth like this;
"So, I had a idea for another song fic! The song "she’s so nice" by nice guy where the reader is like really nice but (character) fucks them really rough and calls them their slut? Also the reader's an afab?"
(Yes, mention what gender you want)
So can’t wait for your requests!! :3
Again, we’ve come so far! I can’t believe I have 1k People who like my works, so thank you all so much!!
#chuuya smut#dazai smut#chuuya nakahara smut#bsd smut#bungo stray dogs smut#chuuya x reader#chuuya nakahara#dazai x reader#bsd chuuya#bsd dazai#kunikida smut#nikolai gogol smut#fyodor smut#ranpo smut#poe smut#tetchou smut#jouno saigiku smut#fukuzawa smut
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASE!!!!! tell me about your huhhhhh fem skk au .... actor dazai.. band chuuya. idk where the post went i think it was you, i beg, on my hands and knees i love them. plzplzplz (agree with ur tags btw me2:(( )
I AMMM THE PERSON WITH AUU THANK YOU FOR ENABLING MEEEEEE- ehem hi hallo i am yes hi sudhsudjs okay ya uhhhhh hm im not sure where to start from where left off- rant got long so under cut is more :>
but pretty much soukoku as an idol group til the photographer/aspireing writer oda somehow gets in a scandle and has his parental rights to his kids taken away. before was shared custody but now is.. not.
at this point dazai was already very ready to quit being an idol. so to try and cover up the oda scandal she leaks some pictures of her kissing some people earlier in her career and some mysterious ginger lady....... she also sets up a bomb under one of the agencys cars to really blow everything over.
chuuya is not happy with this. very not happy with this.
but, now she has the freedom to do whatever she wants with her music. so she gose full pop-punk rock<3<3<3<3 and also this is where stupid animatic make their way into my plan. remember the song black sheep cover by lady in schot pilgram, this is one song chuuya makes when she hits it off on her own. she also gets really popular when she moves to pop punk rock
okay dont actually have much else planned with this- just that 2-3 years later dazai publishes a book and its a crazy best seller. talking about the inner workings of the industry and is working on her next books. mabey publishes another in like a year. i am not fully sure timeline-
the dazai leaving the agensy and car bomb really give off breaking up vibes to chuuya til a hose soaked dazai is in front of her door. not even fake rain just blondie(kunikida) got mad at her plan and desided to try soaking the prick. i dont think they immediately start dating again, but they do at some point. and is secret dating ya.
dazai just shows up to some of chuuyas shows? its a running gag that dazai will somehow get on stage and fuck with chuuya. or mess with the lights. or just anything to make a lil ruckus. the media has no clue how dazai keeps ending up at them at the right place and right time.
so! one time 4-5-6 years after dazai leaves the company and a few years of them dating again, dazai sorta.. stops coming to the shows for a little? like seems to be super busy with new book or smth.
animatic timee
then on anniversary chuuya desides to sing one of her old songs. and dazai is sitting in the croud. and is so so much. at the end the light moves over to dazai in the croud as she walks tword the stage. then the lights shut off when shes on the stage. just those two, heres their dialog have thought up, will be little janky not best but im trying. pls change if want.
Ch: "oh so right here-"
D: "Chuuya Nakahara. that first day i met you. that was begrudgingly one of the best days of my life. you were one of the best things in my life. you are one of the best things in my sorry life."
*the sprinklers to the concert all go off*
Ch: "DAZAI?!!?!"
D:"Remember that first arcade date? it was raining so hard we got instantly soaked. got sick for a week with our managers yelling at us. i hated it, but i hated it with you."
D:"or how we snuck out durring that one stop in paris? i was able to get that shitty corner store wine and a day old baguette and you smiled so wide. it was like the sun opened up in front of me."
D:"Mabey instead you could think of that one time, after that accident at that one fan meet. where you slowly unwound and rewound my bandages. kissing each little thing. had to drag you off before you tryed kissing every molecule of my arms."
Ch, wispering: "Osamu.."
D:"Chuuya Nakahara. i am sick of telling lies to the world. im sick of hiding how my eyes can light up hearing your snorts. im sick of hiding the butterflys in my stomach whenever we brush hands on the sidewalk. im sick of not being able to say and shout to the world im yours. so today, no more hiding."
by this point any audience people that stayed are using the flash on their cameras to take pictures, and dazai had bent down to one knee.
D:"Insted, how about we be Chuuya Nakahara-Dazai and Osamu Dazai-Nakahara? from today to death do us part, will you marry me?"
and yada yada ruegfuejhrbe okay yup not sure thats any good- half tempted to have chuuya take the knee here but i think she dose her own cute more private proposal for her engagement back. but yee thats all i got planned!! thank you so much for enabling me and pls pls pls if wanna talk more about this me dms are so so so so open and so is my ask box please begging
#<3<3<3#bsd#chuuya nakahara#dazai osamu#bungou stray dogs#bungou stray dogs chuuya#dazai x chuuya#bsd chuuya#fem chuuya#fem dazai#fem soukoku#dazai bsd#bsd dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#soukoku#ssk#bsd sskk#bsd soukoku#thank you again aaaaaa
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ABOUT ME ˘͈ᵕ˘͈🪐🌟🇲🇽💌🌌
ABT VIE ✮ i’m 17, bi, nb (she/they), infj, leo, mexican (my spanish isn’t the best😭) i’d love some friends, so don’t be afraid to interact with me!
LIKES ˖⃗ winter, sweets, music, baking, jewelry, flowers, beaches, outdoors, plushies, stars, space, food, milk tea, iced mochas, pasta, rain, men and women, sleeping, talking, my dog, spending money, foxes, + more
DISLIKES ˖⃗ the heat, mosquitoes, science, loud noises, earthquakes, overly spicy foods, tomatoes, bright lights, crowds, repeated noises, bugs, liars, rude people, + more
FAVS ˖⃗ itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, suna rintaro, sugawara koushi, akaashi keiji, ranpo edogawa, chuuya nakahara, choi yeonjun, miles morales, snorlax, scorbunny, sylveon, burpy (slugterra <3)
MUSIC ⛧ tyler the creator, clairo, gorillaz, TV girl, txt, beabadoobee, laufey, rocco, wave to earth, the smiths, los retros, the cure, grentperez, natalia lafourcade + others
OTHER ꩜ splatoon, jp/en project sekai, jp/en bandori, pokémon, slugterra, bllk, bsd, haikyuu,
CURRENT STATUS: in school and erm i wanna write more now but i have no idea what im doing anymore
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Omg!! You have so many fandoms?!1!1!!
Well HI HUN!!! 🩷🩷 if it’s okay, i would love to ask for a match up with Bungo Stray Dogs and Honkai stair rail!
About me: My name is Mera!
I go by She/her, (AFAB) and im Pansexual, although i usually lean towards men, though all my partners have been women!!
Im a Cancer zodiac, and im an INFJ!
Personality:
I have an rbf 🥹 people have told me so many times they are scared to approach me because they think i’ll be a bitch. Later they’ll tell me they love me though!! Pretty much an Ambivert. I’m super awkward and shy at first, and it ends up causing me to be short and blunt without meaning to!! but once I start talking? I never shut up!! I also tend to listen to things, and i try to help in anyway i can, although im not the best comforter. I also think my personality also can change depending on who i hang out with. If i hang out with more introverted people I’ll definitely be more outgoing, and talk to others! But if im with extroverted friends, i’ll tend to stay in my shell. I’m a pretty kind person, but also sensitive. I’d jump in front of a bullet for someone else though. Im a people-pleaser so what other people think of me, i really take into account. Once people get close to me though, i tend to be sassy and have “snarky” remarks, but in a joking way. If my friends have ever spoken out about if it makes them uncomfortable i will immediately stop. Honestly though, i can’t handle seeing someone else in pain- or crying. My heart will literally tear and i’ll start crying with them. I tend to be the “funny” friend- everyone usually laughs at my jokes, but i’ve been called the “mom” friend too, because i start to take into account what other people may need! Hair ties? I have A MILLION!! Advil? Dont worry!! I got some :)
I tend to surround myself with a lot of people also. I love to be in the spotlight (theatre kid alert..)
Hobbies:
Writing match ups !!, Drawing, Dance, Singing and musical theatre. I do Dance a lot and its also caused me to start caring more about myself! I sing all the time too- i take voice lessons :) I’m also a cosmetology student, so i LOVE to do hair, makeup, nails and fashion!! I love to talk about it too!! Theres so many interesting things people don’t know! I’m always listening to music though. The only genres i don’t really listen to is country and rap.
Likes: Honestly I like so many things, but i like sweets, people who give me attention, and i also like- love every color on the rainbow… i LOVE horror movies, and slashers. I love biology, and cos stuff! I might actually be able to go to dubai because of cosmetology :)
Dislikes: Rude people, people who are genuinely just bitchy for no reason. Not really much.
Love Languages: PHYSICAL TOUCH, is the biggest. Im super touch starved and i need someone to hold me!! Quality time too. They go hand in hand for me. Receiving gifts are the worst for me. Ill feel so guilty, but i love to give!
Ideal type: I dont really have an IDEAL type. Pair me with whoever!
Looks: if looks play into anything- i have pretty dark features. Although my skin is very light. Im a ghost in the winter. But whenever i get tanned, i usually have been told i look “Arab” which is a compliment. My hair is pretty much at a level 6, so its a dirty brownish color. I stopped wearing my glasses, but i have brown doe eyes! (If i was a certain “pretty” i’d be deer pretty.)
Im pretty short honestly. 5’1. I also love to wear heels though. I walk in them like its my second nature. My hair reaches around my shoulders, i usually Dont have it long, and i have curtain bangs!
Fun facts:
!! I speak different languages.
My parents are actually immigrants, and english wasn’t my first language lol!!
I major in pre law! So i plan to be a lawyer. - specifically medical malpractice because according to multiple nurses, “i have an eye for medicine.”
i hope this wasn’t too much-!!! 🥺💕 i hope you enjoy writing and matching!! Whenever you get the chance to do it, i’ll happy!!
Hii!!! Thank you so much for requesting!
Okay for the Bungo Stray Dogs request I do happen to see you with
Chuuya Nakahara!
I just feel you two would definitely have a sass off and it’ll 100% be a heated one
You two would also go on like shopping trips and give one another fashion tips (esp with chuuya and his odd obsession with hats/lh)
Though I do see it’ll take a while to allow Chuuya to let you touch him but once he does he’ll let you touch him. Like hugging him or even giving a lil kiss on the cheek.
Now for HSR
I do see you with
Argenti!
I do personally see you two dancing together in a ballroom and having genuine fun with one another
He would also 100% allow you do his makeup seeing that you enjoy it
He’ll also listen to your singing since he’ll think it’s beautiful and would listen to your fashion advice🩷
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content to follow orders leave behind your conscience abandon those who need you most convince yourself you’re noble but we both know it’s not so
#✧listen im not a fan of rwby#but fuck if the music doesnt slap-#anyways both of them are vibing and im *sweats*✧#✮ talk some more about me | music; nakahara chuuya#✮ but baby I was born to do the killing | musings; nakahara chuuya#✮ despite myself i do the stupidest things | bnha verse; nakahara chuuya#✮ oh ive gotten used to being haunted long ago; all i need to hears a simple hello | nakahara chuuya + shibusawa tatsuhiko; allquirked#✮ words can be a system of sickness | music; dazai osamu#✮ maybe im the evil; im the stain | musings; dazai osamu#✮ where was the substance of this thing called society | bnha verse; dazai osamu#✮ cause i told you my level of concern; but you walked by like you never heard | dazai osamu x nakahara chuuya; allquirked
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I just recently discovered ur blog and let me just say...*heart squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze* SO SOFT AND ADORABLE AND WHOLESOME I JUST LOVE *squeal* HOW SOFT EVERYTHING ISSSS AHHHHH... anyway i REALLY I'm thriving for Chuuya, Dazai, Atsushi reacting and what they will do discovering Y/N is pregnant^^
❥ BSD characters discovering that their s/o is pregnant
Includes Dazai, Chuuya and Atsushi
ᴀ/ɴ: AHHHH I AM GLAD YOU LIKE MY WORK LUV 🥺 I hope you enjoy this one as well 💘 also I tried changing from headcanons to a really small drabble here :D
Dazai Osamu:
Dazai never wondered about how tomorrow will play out, he never looked forward to it. He never thought about his future unless it ended with him taking his life away. He never thought he would be committed to live let alone to someone.
But you came in and changed that for him.
First from strangers to friends, from friends to best friends, from best friends to lovers, from lovers to fiancé’s and from fiancés to husband and wife.
He never imagined being in a relationship with anyone yet here he was laying on the couch with you trapped in his arms while talking with a voice he always found music to the ears.
“Hey ‘samu..” your voice suddenly called out to him in a small tone while he tilted his head. Why did you get anxious suddenly? Did something happen? Why are you nervous? He couldn’t place his hand on whatever made you feel this way right now but nevertheless he wanted assure you.
He rubbed your back hoping it can give you a push forward and that you can tell him what’s on your beautiful mind. “...what do you think about having a baby?”
Oh. So that is what it’s about.
“It’s just a hypothetical question by the way!” you stuttered confirming his suspicions before he hugged you tightly and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I am pregnant ‘samu..” you ended with a smile. “Thank you...thank you, thank you..” he kept repeating the same words like a chorus that he memorized by heart.
Dazai was happy, his heart is full. He didn’t take a life now, he made one. He made one with you, his beautiful wife and his loving belladonna. Eyes getting teary, he smiled against your skin. He pulled back and connected your foreheads.
“God I love you more than anything.”
He said with a tone nothing less than sincere and passionate. Had you expected this reaction? A part of you told you that he won’t like it, but another told you he will be the best father he can be and won’t leave you.
And then the mood turned 180 degrees as Dazai turned to his goofy self and started screaming “WE ARE GONNA HAVE A BABY!” And that’s how he started his mission of telling everyone in the ADA about the wonderful news.
But despite his exterior, you both knew that he was genuinely happy with it and it’s not his clown mask that is supposed to convey his true happiness authentically. That’s why what’s under the mask and behind the walls is only preserved for you.
His belladonna, wife and mother of his children.
Chuuya Nakahara:
You felt somewhat confident and more assured about telling Chuuya about the two lines that changed your entire lives.
He had been having a baby fever lately, always glancing at the babies’ isle, sometimes trying to subtly make a baby laugh and feeling joyful when it does. It was another reason that made you know he is a wonderful father.
You heard the door of your house freak open with the usual “I am home!” of your dear husband. You smiled at the sound of his voice and felt a kiss on the top of your head. “How are you, dove?” He asked before hanging his coat and taking a seat beside you.
You giggled and assured him that you are okay then held his hand. “Chuu I wanna show you something.” You carefully let out, you had been planning this for a long time after all. He squeezed your hand ushering you to go on.
You got a box and placed it on the table. Chuuya started wondering if you got him a gift. Excitedly he looked at you then back at the box slowly pulling off the top of it. He pouted in confusion when he saw a pink shirt, nevertheless he took it out and saw the writing that said “Mama Chihuahua”
He blankly stared at the shirt and let out a mocking laugh “very funny, dove.” You encouraged him to keep looking and the next thing he got out was a blue shirt with “Papa Chihuahua” he furrowed his eyebrows starting to see a certain pattern.
He subconsciously hoped it was what his heart desired for some time now.
He lastly pulled out a yellow baby onesie with the writing “Baby Chihuahua” he then gripped the shirt tightly and looked at you in complete shock and disbelief. “Y/N you are-“ “ pregnant.” You ended with a soft grin.
Chuuya hugged you tightly and cheered, “HAHA YES FINALLY I HAVE BEEN WANTING THIS!” He started peppering kisses all over your face and chuckling, it truly fulfilled what his heart has been longing for.
Chuuya held your hand and kissed the ring on your finger and vowed once again but for a different person “I swear on my life that I will protect you and our baby from everything and anything.”
His eyes held a certain look of stern and honesty. Chuuya was always a loyal man to anyone who shows that they deserve it and he was one to keep his promises.
And until now he had kept himself true to his vows, and he won’t hesitate or fail to be true to the one he made just now.
Atsushi Nakajima:
(Atsushi is aged up to 23 cause I am not letting you guys be teenage parents at 18 👩🦲)
Atsushi was always good with kids. It honestly reassured you that whenever you guys will have a child then it will be easy and nice for them to interact.
Despite rambling a lot about how kids are adorable and how he wants to squish their cheeks, He has never asked you if you ever wanted a child or suggested having one. Not that you were expecting him to since he does get shy quite often.
Even after 5 years of being together and being married just last year, kisses from your turn his face into a pink hue. Truly a lot of milestones have been placed in your relationship and you two enjoyed every single one of them.
Today however was a new milestone.
As soon as his eyes landed on the pregnancy test you forgot on the sink of your shared bathroom last night, he got overwhelmed. He held the test shaking and slid to the ground.
You are pregnant.
Happy tears flooded his yes as a smile cracked so wide reaching his eyes, Atsushi was strong when needed but right now he wanted to show even to no one just how happy two dashes made him be.
He stood up slowly not to wake you up and kneeled down to your bed. He kissed the top of your head, wiping his tears so they don’t fall on your face and wearily whispered “thank you...”
He held your body tenderly and a smile never leaving his face as he kept talking to your tummy hoping that even now his baby would hear him and know that his dad is already ready to welcome him with open arms.
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Stuck on Repeat
Just some self-indulgent writing to help me get this shit outta my brain. Sorry-
Genre: Fluff, Comfort
Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader
Synopsis: Chuuya comforting you during a strange burn-out session with your music.
The ceiling seemed strangely vast now. Laying flat on the floor, your eyes traced the four corners of the room. Headphones blasting your favorite song as you blankly attempted to recall how you had ended up like this.
It wasn’t supposed to go down like this at least. The strange loneliness after dinner settled in the pit of your stomach and merely ingested the bitterness in your thoughts. A soft exhale escaped your lips as you closed your eyes slowly.
It was briefly peaceful listening to the sound of the rhythm beat against your ears. The music was blasting at a volume you normally wouldn’t have set it at. If turning it up would make the intrusive thoughts fade away then you didn’t mind losing your hearing altogether.
Same song.
Same beat.
Same lyrics.
Over and over and over. Stuck on repeat and dancing in your brain. There was no rhyme or rhythm to your own cataclysmic thoughts. Just a sort of empty pit in your stomach that seemingly churned when you thought about doing anything else.
“What are you doing on the floor?” The voice of your lover spurred your eyes back open and you looked up at him with a slight grin. You reached over to your phone for a second, pausing your music to hear him clearly.
“Just… tired is all,” you replied. The smile didn’t reciprocate the look in your eyes. He stared down at the way you seemed to pale by just talking at him.
There was a slight pause as he took in the situation. “Get up off the floor first, you idiot.” The smile flickered for a second and you were abruptly pulled up and into his arms.
Briefly, you hated the way his embrace felt at that moment. You could have toughened it out if he had let your song go on another minute or two. At least, that’s what you told yourself.
His arms brought you over to the couch where you suddenly found yourself resting on his chest. Fingers trailing through your hair and softly massaging your scalp. Okay, maybe you couldn’t have toughened it out.
He was silent, letting you process your position. Eyes distractedly zoning out to state at the random collection of books on the coffee table. You noted that he wasn’t wearing his gloves. He never seemed to wear them when these moments came around.
“I have to finish the laundry… and start that one assignment…” Another pause. “I need to deliver that report and go shopping tomorrow… I have a lot of things to do, Chuuya.”
He kissed the top of your head, continuing to stroke your hair as gently as possible. “You’re burning out. Just relax for now.” Your eyes unfocused. They zoned out still on the books, not interested in anything having to do with the man you lay on.
You let out a shuddery exhale before closing your eyes again. Chuuya smiled softly at your relaxed appearance. He readjusted your headphones once more before reaching over to your phone to click the play button.
Same song.
Same beat.
Same lyrics.
Over and over and over. Stuck on repeat and dancing in your brain while Chuuya’s heartbeat played in the background.
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-lipstick on your cigarette
pairing: chuuya nakahara x f!reader
word count: 1.4k words
contains: brainrot content, chuuya being a flirt
a/n: brainrot hours go brrrrrr also excuse this not being proofread i am drinking wine
usually, you enjoyed going to parties. usually, you enjoyed squeezing and melding with the bodies of dancing people, feeling the loud bass of the music over the stereos in your chest, and of course, drinking from the mystery punch that your friends always made.
but that was back then when your boyfriend was around to do all those things with you. dressing up for this party felt like a chore and every single thing you used to love about parties annoyed you to no end. you regretted being swayed by your friends to come when you clearly didn’t feel like it so after grabbing a beer from the kitchen, you retired to the balcony of the house on the third floor. for a while, you relished in being alone, feeling the beer warm you pleasantly against the cool, night air, until someone came in and ruined the quiet.
“mind if i join you?”
you turned around at the voice and found a man, with red bright red hair, a dark brown fedora, and wearing a leather jacket and black, skinny jeans, leaning against the doorway. in one hand, he carried a half-empty bottle of wine and a paper cup. you shrugged, as if to say ‘be my guest’ and took a swig out of the rest of your beer. the man walked up and leaned against the balcony railing next to you.
“so, you alone?” he asked. you let out a sigh, instantly pegging him as someone who was here to pick up girls.
“no, i came with my pet hamster,” you snorted.
“hah, never heard that one before,” the man laughed. “sorry, just wanted to talk. not really here to flirt with you if that’s not what you want,” he said, backing off just a bit. “well, unless you want me to,” he smirked.
“charmed,” you smiled, feeling a bit better now that things had been cleared up. and now that you could see him up close, you didn’t really mind talking to such an attractive man at a party.
“i’m chuuya, by the way. chuuya nakahara,” he introduced himself, reaching a gloved hand out for you to shake.
“y/n. y/n l/n,” you shook it.
“so, what’s got you so down?” he asked. “if you don’t mind me asking.”
“just not really feeling this place is all,” you shrugged. “i mean, i like parties but, it’s not quite fun when your friend who brought you is getting to third base in the master bedroom and your ex is out there with some new girl beside him.”
“well, if it’s any comfort, the guy who’s with your friend is probably going to forget about her the next morning,” chuuya said.
“that makes me feel a teensy bit better,” you chuckled.
“other than that, i’m afraid i only know alcohol as the one solution to all problems,” he grinned, pouring wine out into the paper cup he had and offering it to you. you weren’t really one to accept drinks from strangers but you didn’t really sense anything malicious from him.
“you know, i’m actually not that into wine,” you said after taking a sip. “it’s just... sour grape juice.”
“sour grape juice that gets you drunk,” chuuya pointed out.
“you get drunk from wine? pssh, lightweight,” you snorted.
“shut up, it’s 12.5% alcohol,” chuuya muttered sourly. seeing his expression made you laugh even harder. “glad to see you smile for once.”
“you’ve only known me for a few minutes.”
“yeah, but i already figured you looked prettier when you smiled,” he said, smirking at the apparent embarrassment on your face.
“are you always like this?”
“sometimes i show a magic trick or two,” chuuya shrugged.
“is that an innuendo or something?” you raised an eyebrow.
“pshh, no way,” he shook his head. “want me to show ya?”
“sure,” you shrugged, turning to face him. chuuya reached into his pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes, and took one out before handing it to you.
“put a mark on it. you could put a pen mark or anything to identify it,” he said. “i have a pen on hand if you want.”
“hmm,” you looked at the cigarette, turning it this way and that, before lifting it to your lips and placing a kiss on the side of the white paper, leaving a red lipstick mark.
“no one’s ever did that before,” chuuya shook his head and chuckled, taking the cigarette from you.
“and no one’s ever shown me a magic trick before,” you smirked. chuuya took out a one-dollar bill from his pocket and wrapped it tightly around the cigarette. then, he reached into his pocket again and pulled out a lighter.
“watch closely, alright?” he said. he lit the very end of the cigarette and blew on the flame until it grew and burned through the whole thing, leaving only ash in his hands. chuuya closed his fist and blew the ash over the balcony. the entire time, you couldn’t help but admire the lines and contours of his face and how his red hair framed the sides of his cheeks.
“and now....” chuuya smirked, reaching a hand behind your ear before pulling out a cigarette with a flick of his wrist. he rolled it to the side, revealing your red lipstick mark along its side.
“whoa.” you clapped your hands and chuuya bowed.
“that’s always a favorite,” he grinned, looking down at the cigarette before sliding it back into the packet.
“keeping a souvenir?” you said, nodding your head at the cigarette.
“i usually smoke these right away but... i have a feeling this one’s worth keeping,” chuuya said. you bit your lip. even though it was your idea to mark the cigarette with your lipstick as a way to flirt with him, there was something thrilling about someone as attractive as chuuya keeping it.
except, you didn’t really feel that thrill for long when you spotted your ex out of the corner of your eye inside the house. your blood ran cold when you saw the other girl who he had his arm wrapped around.
“shit,” you cursed, turning away when you realized that he spotted you.
“what’s wrong?” chuuya frowned, looking over inside the house.
“well, it’s the very guy i was hoping to avoid,” you gritted your teeth.
“ah, the one who looks like he had his face slammed by a door?”
“the very one.” you watched chuuya narrow his eyes in distate at the sight of your ex.
“is it weird that i already hate him?”
“hah, wish i had that instinct,” you laughed bitterly. chuuya took a step closer to you, leaning your head closer to yours. you felt your face flush at how close he was.
“let’s mess with him,” he smirked.
“h-how?” you asked, even though you already knew what he was thinking of.
“kiss me.”
you didn’t even need to be told twice. you grabbed at his shirt collar and pulled chuuya close to you. his lips were surprisingly soft and they moved effortlessly against yours, deepening the kiss. he tasted just like the wine you just drank and smelled like a mixture of cigarette smoke and men’s cologne. neither of you had the mind to pull away any time soon, even though you were certain your ex had already seen you and left. but how could you pull away when chuuya had his hands around your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin and daring you to even leave.
when you finally parted, you were both breathless and panting for air. the way chuuya looked at you with half-lidded eyes that hinted at something more brought a chill down your spine.
“you have... a little something there,” you cleared your throat, gesturing at chuuya’s lips which had your red lipstick smeared on it.
“yeah? you do too,” he said. before you could even react, chuuya licked his thumb and wiped at the sides of your mouth.
“i think that did the trick too,” you grinned, turning to find that your ex was no longer around. you only wished you could see the look on his face with you in the arms of someone else. someone undoubtedly more attractive than him.
“glad i could be of assistance,” chuuya bowed again. “now, i do believe you owe me for that kiss. and the magic trick.”
“oh yeah?” you raised an eyebrow. “and what would that be?”
“your company for the rest of the night,” chuuya smirked.
“only if it’s someplace better than this party,” you said.
“well, i have a motorcycle and an appropriate amount of alcohol in my system,” chuuya said, wrapping an arm around your waist. “just say the word and i’ll take us there.”
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— fangs dipped in wine
characters: chuuya nakahara, you
info: vampire au, lowkey suggestive, 2.3k
a/n: let's all pretend for a hot second bram stoker was an actual author in bsd and that instead of abilities, there are vampires<3 I'll probably do a p2 to this in a timeskip way so itll b more fun yay,,
Several days ago, it was just an idea. A laughing matter. A ‘what-if’ to build scenarios on and giggle.
Several days ago, it was night time too, the taste of alcohol fresh, her laugh right beneath your ear, it was warm, and bubbly and there was a sense of direction, a certainty.
Several days ago your friend hadn’t suddenly announced dropping out and moving out of the shared apartment you two had yet. Maybe she had been considering for a while now but in that very moment, it hadn’t happened yet, your world wasn’t upside down.
“Just imagine!-“ her breath fawned over your ear, glasses clinking against one another. “So I’m talking to this guy, right? Like music stuff, and movies, and all. No feelings whatsoever,” you found it hard not to roll your eyes and was met with a shove. “Not like that!” she protested. “He tells me about his boyfriend, I even helped him plan a surprise party once.”
“You cannot know if he’s faking…” you remember saying, in that knowing tone, smooth like silk and lecturing. “Yea whatever. Anyways! Get this:” placing the glass down in concentration that was foreign to her, you were intrigued.
“They don’t have vampires.”
“No way.” Slowing taking another sip from your drink, it sounded like a fantasy almost. Sure, there were rumors of not every country having vampires but it was numbered, there were so little, and the vampires? They were ever present.
“So he says: ‘Hey, aren’t they all rich peeps always wanting fresh blood? What if you have lots of blood already, and make a deal? You can trick them to pay you loads for it and you’d not even have to have them near your neck!’-“ she paused to let out a bark, you’re sure she’s been doing it since she first saw the message.
“And-“ another pause, to shed a tear, “and he says, ‘and if the vampire is hot? Bonus points! They got those fancy houses, you’d no longer pay rent either.’” The mocking of the voice comes to an end. “Can you believe? A deal, with a Vampire of all people! And he says rent fixed!”
You had to admit, for someone who claims to not met any vampires, it sounded charming on paper, but in Yokahoma?, not so much. At a moment of weakness, you looked at one another, daring, and next, breaking into a fit of laughter and downing the glass in one gulp.
How many days has it been since that night? Five? Maybe seven? It was long enough to miss her presence now, but too short to be threatened by the landlord.
One night you’re at your favorite pub with your dearest friend downing drink after drink. You can remember the stars in the sky that night, you thought it was just your brain imagining it, as well as the crescent moon hanging so delicately.
And next thing you know, you’ve just left this bar, despite the temperature it was cold on your bones, and here stands the redhead, his breath fawning over your neck, mouth open, but not to tell a story for the laughs.
He didn’t bother to hide the fangs and you didn’t bother to leave the place.
An idea you called stupid few nights ago just happened to make sense in that sad sulking state. And then he had to appear, with a glass of expensive wine, locks covering his face just fine, a vest that fits his body perfectly and fangs shining under the dim lights of the bar.
“Oh-kay, that’s enough.” You push his face off with your palm in one go. The ‘thump’ of his hat falling on the floor and the yelp coming from his lips fill the air.
“You’re no fun.” he pouts as he picks up his hat.
“So, how we’re doing this? And no, you cannot drink straight from my neck!” you finish before he can raise a finger.
A moment of silence follows the two of you, it’s a nice place. Expensive looking furniture though it’s more like a house from a catalogue than a home. Still, impressive –he, ‘what was his name again?’, definitely has a taste. The empty crystal glasses sit on the table, next to the bottle, a candle close to burning out completely flickers its flame lazily as your eyes wander.
Your gaze moves onto his sapphire eyes then, watching your every move and breath carefully, but not patiently. You can hear him vibrate with every molecule in his body, trying so hard not to lunge forward or speak up, maybe grab your arm and pull you back towards his chest.
“So? Hello?..” you drag the the ‘o’ and wave a hand in front of his face, “Anyone home?”
Like someone hypnotized stepping out of a trance at a snap of fingers, he jolts, pupils narrow, then widen and focus on your face. “Ah, sorry-“ he starts walking away.
Then he fakes a cough, as if you didn’t catch him staring already… Just how the hell did you find this guy in a city filled with vampires?
He stops, turns back, reaches for your hand and you let him. “Did you drink the wine?” he walks a step ahead, still hand in hand.
“If you ask me one more time, I’ll start suspecting you added some sort of drug.” This seems to get to him, obvious from the way he almost trips on his foot and turns back in a hurry, both hands up in defense and shaking his head like crazy.
“Wh- No- No, no no! It’s nothing like that- I-“ if he didn’t look so embarrassed, you’d even say he looks flustered. His rambling stops when you snort and decide to take pity on the guy.
“Relax I was just joking.” His shoulder drop in relief. “Besides, if you put anything, it’d have kicked in by now.”
“Ah, yeah, right…” he looks down, to his right, and that’s when you see the velvet couch there. He extends his hand, in an offering manner and follows you right after.
Reaching for a pocket in his vest, he whispers to himself, you barely hear. “I just like the taste of wine in blood...”
“Weird, not what I expected, but could be worse. I’ll take it.”
Another silence follows, he avoids your gaze while your eyes never leave his eyes fumbling with his vest and cape. Maybe it’s like one of those cape like jackets, certainly matches the vibe he carries.
Under the shivering candle light, he looks so different from the bold smug suave guy who brimmed with confidence, flashed his teeth like nothing, as if the world belongs to him and anything that does not care for him simply does not exist.
And now with the same face, sits besides you someone else, eyes cast down, hands fumbling, there’s comfort in knowing this is as awkward for you as for him.
(You wonder for a second if there’s something you can do to clear the atmosphere.)
“Maybe you should be having another glass instead of asking me.” You try to say nonchalantly and it takes him a second to get what you mean. Then he smiles, and the hint of a small giggle comes out and his body seems to calm down.
“Give me your hand.” He holds out his, the palm facing the ceiling. “Well? This is the easiest way to do it without leaving permanent marks.” He sounds irritated.
“Or noticeable.” You say and he repeats, a little impatient.
Giving him your less dominant hand, you eye the dagger for as long as you can. When the cold blade meets your palm, you can barely feel its weight.
“Okay, I’ll be honest here.” He stops midway, the dagger in the air. You raise an eyebrow, signaling him to continue. “I’ve never done… this before.”
“So- uh- whatever’s the standart payment, or the whole, you know,” he waves the hand holding the dagger in the air “etiquette for this.” He sounds to be relaxing with each word. And with him, so do you. Then comes back that familiar confidence from the earlier, decorated with a hint of threat and a dare. “Just- Don’t ever try to scam or fool me.”
And goes away the determined face, replaced with surprise, as you start laughing loud, one hand over your stomach.
“Look, listen-“ you stop as you’ve begun. “Chuuya.” He fills the gap for you.
“Listen, Chuuya.” You test his name on your lips. “I’m a broke college student who can get kicked out of their flat any day now. Crossing a vampire is the last thing on my list, trust me.”
Eyes soften, a genuine smile blooms and the silence to follow isn’t heavy anymore.
When he slashes the dagger over your hand, it doesn’t sting. The blood soon reaches the surface, red thick liquid glistening in the candle’s flame, ‘life’ it says.
This is what they want, why they want it, drink it, kill for it.
Hidden in the blood, is life, with all it has seen and will see, warm, moving, trusting.
You watch in a daze as he brings your hand to his mouth. Cold lips make content with your skin, how cold and lifeless they feel against you, you see in clear contrast. The sinking of teeth doesn’t come, you don’t flinch. You can tell he’s making an effort not to bite too hard into your giving hand. Drinking the blood slowly, trying to contain himself from getting greedy, there’s no sound in the air except for your loud heartbeat, echoing in your ear and fastening with each move of his back.
The glimpse of a smile you catch in this scene before you tells, he can hear it too, and probably relish in it.
With each flicker of the flame, his lips start to feel warmer and soon he straightens up. Not a single speck of blood on his frame, he offers you the same smug smile from earlier.
Blood makes place for itself on his face, like roses blooming under the sun. His skin gains color, you didn’t notice just how dull and gray he was up until now. Life spreads so fast in his limbs, soon you can feel his warmth near you, in the air, in your hand, on the spot your knees touch. Once the base color is done, pink decorates his cheeks faintly, most likely an after effect of all that wine.
Maybe if he intervened his fingers with yours, it’d feel warmer, and in a weird way, safer.
Watching your eyes on him with amusement in his crystal ones, he seems to enjoy this, that is until his eyes focus on a spot of yours and cannot stop examining every other spot, every single pore, mark, hair and color you have, memories you carry.
The flicker of the light blends in, the warmth pulls the two of you in, time feels gone, like it never existed, maybe nothing every existed except for the two of you sitting before each other.
A sudden crash, from the outside and the magic is gone with a snap.
Noticing your hands, you pull it back to your chest fast.
His goes back to his head and he looks away, anther shy smile on his face.
“What- How should we proceed next?” he breaks the silence first, attempting to gather back a sense of seriousness to his voice. In a way, he should too, this is technically business, isn’t it?
Glancing at your palm, you open and close it few times. Not a speck of pain is there.
“Once every week maybe? If that’s alright. Although we may cancel few weeks, you never know what comes up last minute.”
The dagger nowhere in sight, probably returned to a pocket of his already, he looks pleased with your reply. “Sounds good to me.”
Without further ado, you get up to look for the door you first walked in.
“Wait!-“ he follows in a hurry, almost slipping, again, and trying to find something in his jacket.
Go you! For forgetting why you agreed to a vampire’s house in the first place. “Is- uh- is this alright? Or is it so little? We never discussed payment, y’know.” He holds out a lot more than you expected, but then again, vampires live for thousands of years. He must have quite the amount lying around somewhere after all.
Unsure what to do with the money he slips into your hand, you meet his eyes. “That’s… more than enough actually. Thanks.”
He rests one hand on hip, taking in your surprised face. “Don’t mention it. I’ve got plenty.” Touching your elbow lightly, he guides you to the door, dragging his feet. By the time you reach the door, he makes no move to open it, not that it was ever locked in the first place.
Turning of the knob, you take a step ahead, motions limited on both sides; dragging, waiting for something to happen, something to be said, for the air to be broken.
By the time you’re one foot outside, he clears his throat with a fake cough, covering his mouth. “Same time, same place, next week?” his gaze cast on the floor, stealing glances to see what you will do next.
You turn to him with a smile. “Works for me.” And tilt your head “but what if one of us cannot find the other?”
“Oh I’ll find you alright.” He chuckles with a grin. Truly a sight to sell the whole vampire image he got going, even if he hadn’t been one.
Feet standing next to each other, you’re out now, furrowing your eyebrows with a look of disapproval to match his grin, unimpressed.
“You sound like a creep. Don’t do it again.”
And with it, you turn your back to him, already on your way. The ginger left behind, an unfinished “okay” hanging on his lips, eyes focused on your form, swallowed by the shadows, waiting for the next night to be spent with you, already impatient.
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I'm not sure if you write for AUs, but a reader in the same high school as the BSD characters would be fun! Maybe some S/O headcanons for Aku, Atsu, Dazai and Chuuya?
[This was so much fun to write :D]
Highschool AU
Akutagawa Ryuunosuke:
Theatre kid, but also the dark and mysterious loner.
He acts like he doesn’t care much about anything, least of all academics, but he actually works quite hard.
Repeatedly gets into trouble with authority, but since he’s fairly gifted at nearly everything, they let it slide
Refuses to believe that, though, because he holds himself to stupidly high standards. What’s the point of just being good at something? He has to be the best.
If you’re interested in him, you’re going to have to be the one to broach the subject, because there’s no way in hell he’d ever do it, even if he reciprocates.
When him and his s/o first start dating, people give them weird looks in the hallways. The resident mysterious loner? In a relationship? It’s the talk everywhere for quite a while.
You would have to walk him a little through the motions of being in a relationship. Suggest date ideas, drag him to a movie, stay up late texting him, and wouldn’t be long before he picks up and starts reciprocating these gestures.
He’s a little clueless, but he means well, please be patient with my dark floofy babey
He’s too intimidating for anyone else to approach him, anyway, but even so, he treats his s/o like they’re the only person that matters in the world.
Atsushi Nakajima:
Probably the most normal of them all xD
Teachers adore him, classmates look up to him, and his friends love him beyond measure. He’s just so sweet that you can’t help but like him.
Very helpful. Will agree to crash tutor you the night before exam if you ask him to.
Probably on the track team too.
His friends mean a lot to him, and he’s very amicable to everyone in general. The kind of person to invite you to his cafeteria table if he sees you sitting alone.
Gifted at athletics as well as academics, but gets flustered and politely denies if somebody praises him for it.
It’s not effortless, though. He works very hard for everything he has achieved.
Will crush on you from afar for months on end before his friends finally get fed up and physically push him to you.
“E-eh? I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to bump into you like that. I just…I wanted…uhhh wouldyouliketoogooutwithmesometime!?”
Is over the moon when you say yes, and even more so when the two of you progress into a relationship.
The sweetest boyfriend ever. If you tell him you’ve had a bad day, he will turn up outside your door with chocolates and cozy up to watch some sappy feel-good movie to make you feel better.
He is nice, but that doesn’t mean he will ever tolerate anyone talking shit about you or your relationship with him. Do not test him.
Dazai Osamu:
Resident popular bastard. You cannot convince me otherwise.
Also double-times as the class clown sometimes. Being constantly sleep-deprived and having no self-preservation instincts definitely proves helpful for that.
Verrry popular with the ladies, but doesn’t stick with one for too long.
Also gets into trouble with authority a lot, but manages to smooth-talk his way out of it.
Plus, he’s so effortlessly gifted at everything he tries that it makes him kind of indispensable. Academics, sports, art, music, extra-curriculars, you name it, this dude has got it nailed. The school cannot afford to put him in too much trouble.
However, just because he’s a prodigy doesn’t mean he actually cares much about any of it. The only things Dazai cares about is amusing himself enough so that he doesn’t kill himself for one more day.
Has a secret affinity for classic literature and poetry, but hates the teacher.
Doesn’t pay attention in class and never studies for any of the exams but still manages to ace every single one of them, somehow.
The kind of person to throw paper balls at the teacher during class because he’s bored.
Gets along with most people, but has a small, intimate circle of friends he really cares about.
When he first starts dating you, most people don’t even bat an eye, because this is Dazai Osamu. He has a new girl hanging off his arm every week, let’s see how long this one lasts. Which is why they’re so surprised when it has been months and he’s still so hopelessly, head over heels in love with you.
Being taken does not decrease the amount of female attention he gets, and although he still revels in it and has fun making you jealous sometimes, at the end of the day, he only really has eyes for you.
“I have a plan, belladonna. Let’s commit double-suicide in front of everyone on our graduation day!”
Nakahara Chuuya:
Quite popular with everyone, and why wouldn’t he be? He’s beautiful, rich, and throws the best and wildest parties.
He is rich, but not arrogant. You might think he’s a jock, but that’s not actually true either. He is extremely good at sports and athletics, but refuses to actually join any of the teams.
Quite serious about his academics. He has got his eye on all of the ivy league colleges.
He’s actually very smart, but that gets overlooked in lieu of all his other qualities.
Scores fairly good in almost everything, but his best subject is physics. He is a literal genius at that.
Will reluctantly agree if you ask him to tutor you.
He doesn’t actively start fights, but he never backs down from one either. You have to be an absolute idiot to provoke him, because he is strong and will not hesitate to break your face and hand your ass back to you.
Is the crush of almost all the girls in his year, plus some more.
Who can blame them, though? Have you seen him??
Is ridiculously good at playing the guitar, but hardly anyone knows about that.
Not actually that much into dating, but the first time he lays eyes on you, he’s dumbstruck. You have him completely whipped, and you haven’t even talked to him yet.
He will muddle through his head for days on end, trying to come up with the best way to ask you out. He wants to be very suave and gentlemanly and completely sweep you off your feet.
Ends up a nervous mess when he actually tries.
“So, uhm, would you – uh – would you maybe go out with me sometime?”
Cue his sigh of relief when you reply with, “I’d love to.”
He’s gruff and intimidating with everyone else, but very sweet with you. Will even watch cheesy romance movies with you if you pester him enough.
Flowers bouquets and sneaking you out at midnight for bike rides
You are sure to incite the rage and animosity of many girls if you do start to date him. Not to worry, though. He would defend you against any and everyone, because you are the one he cares about, not any of them.
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Please practice them a lot. I don't want to be the victim of your jokes and pickup lines anymore /j
And indeed, now thinking back to it, Lippmann's violin bowing sometimes didn't match the piece. I asked Silver about it, but I didn't expect her to give me such a long list on what Lippmann had done wrong and how he could've fixed it. I'm thinking of making Lippmann actually learn the violin.
Oh, and that reminds me. I was listening to the radio this morning when they played a Chopin piece. The only thing is, they transcribed it from piano to an orchestra. I don't know how to feel about it; it still sounded beautiful, but would this sort of thing be considered 'sacrilegious'? lmao this actually happened this morning
... That joke made me want to sever my head from my body, frankly speaking. You're lucky I considered not to tell Lippmann. But do that anymore and I might actually use piano wires to decapacitate myself.
I had to force Silver to take a break; aka threatening to pull out her piano wires if she didn't stop practising. She didn't seem very happy, but she understood that it was for her benefit. It still didn't stop her from slapping me though.
Oh? You were too distracted by Lippmann's charm that you forgot your own pickup line? No worries. I'll just tell Lippmann that that was your pickup line. He did look kind of red in the face on that night of the movie though. I wonder if it was because of the heat.
But please don't fake your death and fly to Paris. Otherwise, I'm telling Lippmann about all your corny jokes and pickup lines and how sometimes you felt 'hot' around him.
Although I do want you to meet our newest member. His name is Nakahara Chuuya; ever heard of him before?
-🎹
P.S. I asked Silver about it. She seemed a bit surprised, but she said that it was because I had a 'crush'. I'm not that dense to not know what that means. It means that I have formed an attraction to someone, am I right? When I found out the meaning of it, I did become a bit red. Silver looked a bit sad though...
warnings. slight mention/ spoiler of fifteen novel
i won't count on myself if i were you, brother. i'm not done making everyone the victim of my jokes and lines/ lmao j
and oof, sending prayers for lippmann. silver can be ruthless when it comes to music and fine arts/ lmao j..right? making lippmann learn the violin sounds like a superb idea. he and i can have courses together you guys can be novice musician buddies!
for the chopin you heard on the radio, hmm i'm not sure. i don't mind orchestra adaptations, but i also don't have enough insight to comment on that. pray tell, does it really count as sacrilegious? we should ask silver later.
HA! but i see you didn't, in fact, decapitate yourself, brother/ oml i hope im not jinxing anything- please don't be shy to tell me if you want more. i want to start giving the same jokes to lippmann and everyone else, but my gut feeling is telling me not to. hm, weird.
oh dear, a slap? both of you are beginning to remind me to an old couple having a love quarrel. though one can't have true love without some quarrels, i suppose. so you're good. point being, it's relieving to know silver finally got deserved rest.
i-
that's actually a very good idea. maybe i should call you genius man from now on. thank you, i can't owe you more than this. but tell lippmann or a single soul about my predicament, brother, and i might strangle you with those definitely-not-piano-wires-but-other-type-of-wires myself (affectionate). /lmaoo
nakahara chuuya? i'm not sure, but i did overhear some of your men talk about this newsletter saying "chuuya's a sore loser." i wonder if it's the same chuuya. poor guy, maybe some of my jokes can cheer him up, maybe.
p.s. oh no. oh no no no no. as expected of my brother, you're too cunning to be that dense, good. but still, i've read enough romance novels to see where this is going, at least i think so. i'm not a "crush" expert, but i'd say you should take her on a date sometime.
so i tried to look further about chuuya in the fifteen novel, and i snorted lmao dazai is a menace
#i made pianoman's sister lowkey annoying lmaoo she sounds like she might get along with elise#also ayo chuuya got introduced i wonder if things will go downhill- unless?👀#[mail]#[rp with silver]
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Highschool Prom HCs
Characters: Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, and Atsushi Nakajima
A/N: This is my first take in writing so pardon me if there are any errors present in this post. Feedback is not necessary but will be further appreciated.
Ryunosuke Akutagawa
If you actually do think that it's your time to dance with Akutagawa, well then you're wrong. The only person he'd dance with is sister, periodt.
But if you do get him for a dance, you're in for smooth moves. This boy will sway you on the dance floor, not caring for the other dancers saying "it's their problem not ours".
*Queue intense blushing in your part*
*Queue the surprise of some students knowing that that one emo kid took someone to prom*
He's excellent at dancing to classical music and jazz. He holds you dearly as you move through the music, admiring each and every of your features though he wouldn't say that out loud.
Though he will accidentally slip up at times which takes you aback since you didn’t expect it to happen.
"You're actually pretty good at this. I didn't know you were great at dancing."
"U-um s-senpai, what again?"
*Queue intense blushing on both sides*
Right after dancing, he'd sulk off a corner with his sister, engaging small talk with some of the mafia team.
Actually one of Prom King contestants but he wouldn't join. To him the only way to make Dazai notice him is through showing off physical strength. Explains why he excels mostly in Gym.
Actually gets to eat a lot for once. He also may or may not compete with Chuuya on a drinking contest though he'd definitely lose.
Nakahara Chuuya
At first you were very intimidated and thought he was really pissy. After all, you're dancing with the school's best basketball player. But it turns out that he's actually a sweet and protective guy.
Kinda tsundere but sweet in general.
Dancing with him is a sweet ride for he will compliment your moves and hold you dearly. He's very open to complimenting your physique and your moves.
"Eh, why didn't you tell me you knew how to dance? You're actually very great, I like it."
Oh imagine the look of surprise present on his fangirls’ faces.
If any of his obsessive fangirls actually target you for being on the center of his attention, he will protect you no matter what. Though he knows he offended someone, you are his number 1 priority.
He'd pop a few jokes and laugh with you as he slowly gets drunk from a whole bottle of wine.
Would be seen hanging around with Akutagawa, Tachihara and Kaiji. As well as some Professors like Mori and Kouyou.
Another of the competitive Prom King contestants. Didn’t win though due to the influx of Dazai’s fangirls.
Don't let him near Dazai or he might start a fight. Putting them together is worse than WW1.
Dazai Osamu
Very flirtatious and loud. The moment he asked you to dance with him, you already knew the amount of chaos he’d create though he didn’t let you reply, taking your hands into his immediately.
Unlike the other two, he’s very rash at dancing. If he could, he would probably force the orchestra to play disco music. And his dancing style? Oh he’s nothing but a tornado.
Between you two, you’re the lead at dancing since he is an unprofessional mess.
He’s actually sweet. Just... annoying.
“Y/N YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL I WISH TO DIE WITH YOU RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW!”
He will comment on how beautiful you are, telling you that you are a Goddess really loudly for others to hear, leaving you nothing but a tomato red face and more stuttering. But you know he’s being genuine when he lowers his voice.
Prom King. His handsome face led him to have a rain of somewhat mental fangirls (including Akutagawa himself) but it’s not like he cares.
Just like Chuuya, you’re safety is his priority and he wouldn’t care if he offends a paparazzi trying to bash you.
Is mostly seen hanging out and trying to annoy Kunikida, the mathematics quizzer, and Chuuya.
Atsushi Nakajima
Soft boi does not know how to ask you out so he asked help from Kyouka-chan. The result is you sweating nervously while Kyouka threatens you with a cutter she secretly brings everyday in her pocket.
*Insert traumatized noises*
He’s very careful with his moves while dancing with you. The least he could do is copy the moves of the people around him which means that you have to lead him. He’s also very shy and he couldn’t throw a compliment without stuttering and blushing.
He’s very smiley and soft please protect him-
Is mostly seen with Dazai, Kunikida, Kyouka, and the other members of the ADA team.
He will eat all the chazukes present in the party, periodt.
He’d usually converse with you about your passions, what you want to be in the future, among others.
“Y/N, I was curious, what do you want to be in the future?”
“Oh me? Hmm... I want to be a doctor. I want to work with Yosano san and help the sick.”
“Woah... That’s really great Y/N chan! If you ask me, I want to be yours-”
Would laugh at your jokes while watching the competition and cheering for Dazai.
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AU where Chuuya attends a very important ball in the 19th century.
He has a partner for dancing, but he doesn't really like him. He still respects him and goes along for his family's image.
At some point he goes outside, to the ball room's balcony. It's nighttime, and there's no one around. He can hear people talk and dance in the ballroom, the music slightly muffled because of the closed doors.
He then hears someone open the doors that lead to the balcony, and he looks behind himself, expecting it to be his dance partner.
He sees a very handsome brunet, in expensive white clothes that suit him just perfectly.
They look at each other without saying anything for a while.
''Ah, I'm sorry. Do you mind if I join you for a while ?"
''No, come." Chuuya answered, looking at the view again.
The handsome brunet approached the redhead and stood next to him, putting his elbows on the balcony's handrail. He looked at the view too, and everything was peaceful.
"I apologize, but may I know your name ?"
"Nakahara Chuuya. And yours ?"
"Dazai Osamu. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Chuuya slightly smiled. He then looked at the other man.
"What are you doing here ? Don't you have a partner ?"
"I can ask you the same thing, darling. A beauty like you shouldn't be alone."
"Oh jeez." the redhead laughed. "I don't really like my dance partner. My parents would like me to marry him, but we just don't match at all."
"Same thing here. They want me to marry a girl for economical reasons and to unite our families, but I don't like it. If only she was as cute as you..."
''Ah, idiot !"
Needless to say, the politeness and good manners flew away between them. They bickered, laughed, and learnt many things about each other. It was so casual, and Chuuya was having so much more fun right now than when he was dancing with his partner.
They were matching. Weirdly enough, they were matching so damn well. But it had to come to an end.
''We should go back, or they'll get worried." Chuuya sighed.
''Probably. But I really don't want to."
Aaaand I'll write what's next on ao3 soon haha sorry
03/03 : Done !
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No Way to Say [Part Two] Path [Osamu Dazai or Nakahara Chuuya]
The stage illuminates as you stroll up towards the microphone; the private crowd grows quiet as the live band plays their instruments in a romantic way that warms your heart. On cue, you begin to sing. This performance means a lot to you, but more importantly, it means a lot to Mori.
In the crowd are a black-market kingpin and his lackeys. To celebrate his birthday, the faction – their name is no concern to you – hired you to perform. And as an idol, your manager graciously accepted. Some grown men love to watch teens dance around on stage and sing; it’s disgusting, but the boss of the unnamed faction is paying you a lot of money, so you don’t mind.
Swaying your hips, you hold the microphone close and sing into it. There is no one in the crowd that you recognize, but you know the Port Mafia has your back.
It has taken you two years of hard work to reach this point, and in the aftermath of the Dragon’s Head Conflict, it is up to you to clean up the remnants of the various organizations that escaped during the 88 days of bloodshed that plagued Yokohama. You are pleased that after tonight you no longer have to be a part of the assault group anymore. For weeks Mori has been hinting at a promotion, perhaps even a position as an Executive. You are so relieved.
As the song ends and the music dies down to a low hum, you clear your sore throat. The crowd shows their appreciation; you grin and soak up the applause.
Your ability activates, and you lean the microphone close to your lips. “You want to kill yourselves for me, don’t you?”
The room goes quiet, but a sudden gunshot rings out, then another as the private group begins to pick themselves off; some of them have to be creative, but you don’t stay long to see. In the chaos of the situation, you slip from the stage and out a door leading to the back of the private bar where a small unit of armed men and women are waiting. They rush into the bar, but you ignore them. Ryuurou is somewhere close; you are sure.
You see a black car near the curb, and a sigh of exhaustion leaves you. It’s early in the night, but you are both hungry and exhausted. Perhaps the driver will take you to Chinatown for lunch. Opening the door, you climb in and widen your eyes as Chuuya greets you.
“Chuuya-sensei?! What are you doing here?” You ask.
He grins. “I thought we could celebrate.”
Celebrate? What is there to celebrate? Did he mean the mission? You hum and close the door.
“I suppose if you have time, we can grab lunch,” you suggest.
Chuuya nods. “Where do you want to go?”
“Driver, take us to Chinatown,” you order.
The driver begins to drive away from the club, and you hear Chuuya snort.
“Of all the places to choose from, you want to go to Chinatown. And in that, get up,” he mentions as he gives you a look over.
Your face heats up in embarrassment. There was no time to change; your uniform from the bar was all you had.
“I have a craving for steamed buns and Sanma-men,” you retort with a laugh. “And you are one to talk. Look at what you are wearing.”
Chuuya grunts and narrows his brows.
“Is there something wrong with what I’m wearing?” He asks.
He’s a bit insecure about his looks; you have no idea why.
“You look good to me,” you admit.
He hums. “I do?”
You nod and stare out the window; your face warms up as you notice the grin Chuuya gives you. On instinct, you touch the choker around your neck in remembrance. It was an entry gift from Chuuya on the day you joined; Dazai gave you one too, as he and Chuuya looked over you, but the tie wouldn’t suit your current attire, so you left it along with your uniform with Kouyou – your manager.
For the remainder of the ride, you sit in silence until the driver takes the car to Chinatown and parks. You and Chuuya exit the vehicle and walk down the busy street until he spots a restaurant that sells steamed buns. He leads you inside, and you sit across from him at a table; a frosted divider is at your back, obstructing your view of the other patrons. Before long, a waitress comes and takes your orders, then gives you some privacy.
You hum in delight. “I’ve been craving steamed buns all morning. Thank you, sensei.”
Chuuya snorts. “I see that. And don’t thank me; you’re paying your bill.”
“But I love when you treat me,” you whine in protest.
He grunts and turns his gorgeous blue eyes away. “Yeah, well, you eat more than I can afford.”
You know that is a lie.
Chuuya looks at you and grins. “I heard Mori is considering making you an Executive. Then you won’t have to mooch off me.”
The waitress returns with your drink, and you hum as you take a drink. You already know. Kouyou mentioned it to you. “I don’t think I deserve it, though.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit,” Chuuya snaps.
You widen your eyes, waiting for an explanation.
“I swear you are too modest; this path doesn’t suit you,” he mentions.
You agree; killing people doesn’t suit you. At least as an Executive, you wouldn’t have to dirty your hands as much.
Perhaps Mori will let me focus on my career as an idol for a while, you say to no one.
“And as an Executive, you might even get the chance to work with me,” Chuuya mentions.
Your face heats up. Does Chuuya want that?
You barely have time to spend with him or Dazai, for that matter. Not since their promotions.
“Do you want to see more of me, sensei?” You ask.
Chuuya opens his mouth, but instead of answering, he narrows his eyes and growls at something behind you.
“I’m sorry,” a familiar voice says. “Am I interrupting?”
You look over your shoulder, seeing Dazai standing beside the divider. Before you can ask a question, Chuuya slams his hands on the table and stands up.
“What in the hell are you doing here?” He asks.
Dazai ignores him and sits beside you. “You never change, do you? But why is the parasite here? Don’t tell me he’s stalking you, Miss Idol.”
Chuuya doesn’t think it’s funny, but you laugh.
“Sensei wanted to celebrate the completion of my mission with me, and there is no better place than Chinatown,” you answer back.
Dazai puckers a brow. “He still makes you call him sensei? I never knew how perverted Chuuya could be.”
He hums and places his hand on his chin. “In that case, you’d better call me Senpai then.”
“Now, who’s being a pervert,” Chuuya growls.
You laugh. Chuuya was in charge of training you when you first joined the Port Mafia. He taught you to fight – or to hold your own. And since he was your teacher, you started referring to him as so. Dazai, on the other hand, watched from afar, but you never grew tired of their company or their constant bickering.
“Do you want to join us, senpai?” You ask with a grin.
Dazai shakes his head. “I don’t have the time, unfortunately. And I came here to speak with you about something, Miss Idol.”
“So, you did know we were here,” Chuuya mentions.
You look at Dazai in concern. Is there something wrong?
His eyes are serious. “Escort me outside.”
You hum in confusion, but you agree nonetheless, standing from the table; Dazai does the same and leads you from the restaurant. You stand beside him outside and raise a brow as he stares out at the street in despair. You reach out and take his hand, but he jerks it away in alarm.
“Dazai?”
The said man grabs your hand and grins.
“Do you think you could use your skill on me?” he asks.
You pucker a brow. Dazai wants you to use your ability on him?
“I want to forget something,” Dazai mentions.
Your eyes widen. The desperate look on his face scares you.
“I-I can, but even if I did, you’d never really forget it. The memory would only come back in time. It might cause you more pain,” you explain.
Dazai sighs and squeezes your hand. “You truly are a good person. This job doesn’t suit you.”
Chuuya said the same.
“I have no other choice,” you utter.
You gasp in surprise as Dazai brings you into an embrace.
“Dazai I––”
He quietens you.
“He’s watching us,” Dazai mentions.
Who? Does he mean Chuuya?
“Listen to me,” he whispers. “I’m leaving the Port Mafia soon, and I want you to come with me.”
Is he serious? There is no reason for him to joke about something like this. But why?
“I don’t understand. We can’t leave,” you utter.
He shakes his head. “I know a way out. And Mori won’t touch you.”
Is this a test?
“You’re cruel,” you mention.
How can he do this to you? Did Mori put him up to it?
“My loyal––”
Dazai eases you back. His expression is so sincere.
“Is to whoever you want it to be,” he declares.
This is real. Dazai is telling the truth.
He leans in, and for a moment, you assume that he is going to kiss you, but Chuuya comes through the entrance and snatches Dazai by the collar, shaking him like a doll.
“What in the hell is wrong with you?” Chuuya snaps.
Dazai pushes his hands away. “I was saying goodnight. Are you jealous? Perhaps you want to kiss her too.”
Your face heats up. Dazai is messing with Chuuya; he has to be.
Chuuya ignores him and gives you a curious look.
“Did you want to kiss this waste of space?” he asks.
Your eyes widen. What kind of question is that?
“Can we maybe not do this?” you ask with a sigh.
Dazai hums and tosses a wave at you. “Give some thought about what I said.”
He walks away and leaves you alone with Chuuya again. The said man groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I hate him,” he growls.
You stare out at the street in a daze. What are you to do? The answer should be easy; your salvation rests with Dazai. But you don’t want to leave Chuuya either.
It shouldn’t be this damn hard, you say to no one.
A hand on your shoulder tears you from your thoughts and you look at Chuuya in alarm.
He narrows his eyes. “Come on. Your steam buns are going to get cold.”
You nod and reach out to him, but he slips away as he goes back inside.
Who do I follow?
Your salvation or your livelihood? Dazai or Chuuya?
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princess au ft. chuuya nakahara
Title: Untitled Princess AU
Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x Fem!Reader
Warnings/Genre: Fluff and light angst. One of the awful aristocrats makes a comment about you eating too much, forbidden love *gasp*
Word Count: 1,754
Author’s Note: Hiii! Here it is, the princess au I keep hyping up. It’s actually decent, I won’t lie to you, so I hope you enjoy it! 16 year old me was the biggest weeb (I still am rip), so there is a Kamisama Kiss reference in here I’m cringing but I promise it’s not bad!! Please hmu with your bodyguard!chuuya brainrot to feed my lonlieness when you’re finished reading :)
She reached across the table to select a raspberry pastry, her fingers brushing against the red-head’s as they left her side. He visibly tensed, but she ignored it, along with the minute pang she felt in her chest. The dessert was flaky and crumbly in her fingers, it’s deep, striking red jelly oozing through the cracks in the glazed surface.
“My oh my, are you stuffing your face with delights again? How unsavory.” The person in question twisted her head, hiding her scarlet stained gloves behind her back.
“Lady Nikolina!” She elicited a wry smile from the woman, whose cold eyes disapprovingly darted to her out of view fingers.
“You really ought to think about that figure of yours more. Before you know it, you could be a cream puff! Suitors want slim ladies, dear, not large ones.” A strike of crimson striped her smooth cheeks and she nodded.
“Of course, My Lady.” The princess could practically see her devoted bodyguard’s seething gaze, he always had disliked Lady Nikolina, after all. The protectiveness radiating off of him was comforting, and soon the blush she beheld wasn’t being caused by the snobbish Marquiess before her.
“Speaking of suitors-”
“Actually, my apologies, Nikolina, but I’m afraid I’ve got a dance coming up, and I can’t possibly wait. We shall have to continue this lovely little talk at a later date.” Casting the woman a charming smile, she scurried off, pulling Chuuya along with her. He immediately split their hands.
“Princess.” Their gazes met, his swirling pools of cerulean reprimanding her without a single spoken word, but she got the message, and it burned another hole into her soul.
He couldn’t be with her.
He didn’t want to be with her.
Tears prickled her lashes like raindrops, but she pushed them back, refusing to show vulnerability amongst a crowd of powerful politicians and kings. She could see his hues soften, and then harden merely seconds later, his hand habitually reaching to adjust his hat. His familiar mouth looked so inviting, his orbs safe and comforting, but they were not hers.
When she had admitted her flaming affection to him, she had been sure that he had reciprocated those passionate emotions winding around her heart, but he had swiftly shut her down, all of the fleeting touches and lingering bouts of eye contact dissipating like boiling water, vanishing like a ship at sea, breaking like her fragile heart.
Sweeping her scarlet skirts up into her hands, she traversed the expanse of the ballroom, waving politely to trading partners and their stunning wives, nearly tripping over her golden heels if it weren’t for her companion’s lightning reflexes. A murmured ‘thank you’ kissed her lips, but she was quick to continue walking, her dance card heavy in her pocket.
“Princess! It’s almost time for our dance! Wherever have you been?”
“Lord Mizuki. I was conversing with the lovely Lady Nikolina, I’m afraid.”
“Ah. And what positively thrilling topic did you discuss this time?” A laugh escaped her lips as she gazed up at the snow-headed boy.
“My less than attractive addiction to the cook’s tarts, per usual.” Mizuki's emerald colored eyes followed her every moment as she chuckled at her previous encounter; he held his ivory hand out to her.
“Let’s dance, shall we?” The only person she wanted to dance with was Chuuya, but she obliged, letting her dainty palm rest against his. To say she was shocked when he reached forward and urgently grabbed her forearm was an understatement.
“Chuu...ya?” He immediately released her.
“You better come back right after.” She huffed, swiveling her gaze away from his alluring eyes and letting her suitor tug her away.
He swept her out to the dance floor with grace and agility, weaving through the herds of human beings like a serpent, one hand resting on her corseted waist. Once the waltz had begun, he twirled her and moved her with ease, his grace and royal privilege shining through like the golden sun. His firm grip on the curve of her body was relaxing and coaxing, as if catching her hesitance and disliking for the ordeal.
“My lady, what was that all about with your… bodyguard, is it? I’ve heard he is quite extraordinary.” She let her eyes flutter up to meet his, mind breezing towards Chuuya’s form, his strong arms and beautiful hues.
“You are correct, Lord Mizuki, Chuuya is quite effective. He has his faults, for example, his extreme impatience and impossibly short tempered, but I’ve known him since I was a child.” She looked fondly over at his tense form, narrowed eyes and locked jaw. “He is awfully protective.”
“As I can see.” She averted her eyes back to her dance partner, whose own were sharp and limpid, staring directly at the opposing man.
“Mizuki… you’ve stopped dancing.”
“Ah! Yes, my bad, pardon me, Princess.” He quickly got back into the flow, keeping in sync with the plethora of other couples.
Once the music had faded out, she curtsied slightly towards her companion, immediately leaving the marble beneath her feet and heading towards the sidelines. Rather than immediately treading back towards her designated “lap dog”, a plan formulated in her brilliant mind, one she wouldn’t have been able to pull off with the ability user around.
Hues flicking to Chuuya’s position (he was clearly searching for her), she scurried towards the back stairway, grabbing Lady Nikolina’s garish hat directly off of her head as a disguise. Swinging her hips in the Marquiess’ fashion, she easily traversed the velvet carpeted steps, gloved hand delicately running up the glass railing, tracing each intricate design and emblem. Lady Nikolina’s rooms were just down the hall, so she presumed that if she headed left she could discreetly loop around without causing a commotion. Chuuya wouldn’t risk a confrontation with Nikolina even if he suspected it was the princess. She flicked her hands towards the guard discriminatingly, as a sort of greeting so he knew where she was headed off to, which she hoped he assumed was her chambers. Refraining from viewing the astounding paintings of her heritage lining the towering walls and sky-breaking ceiling, she stepped forward with urgency, gold slippers clicking on the obsidian beneath her feet. She could practically feel freedom in her hands, the balcony merely meters away, she could feel the cool autumn air piercing her lungs, the comforting hum of crickets and light gabber of guests still entering her father’s party.
The shining glass french doors were open in moments, and she spun in euphoria; no more pining suitors, no more reprimanding love interests, no more chastising Marquesses; her plan had been utterly foolproof. Except for one little detail.
Just as she had gotten used to her balcony experience, the entryway slammed open again, a deep, familiar voice slicing through the silence like a bomb, loud and uncontrollable.
“Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doing out here?! Running away like that? Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to recognize you with someone else’s hat on?!” She gulped bracing herself for the lecture to come. “You’re such a stubborn little shit. First you insist on wearing that absurdly fancy dress, then you decide to waltz with that sly snake Mizuki, and for some reason you still have the nerve to sneak away from the ball- from me!” His glare could kill the fluffiest of bunny rabbits, but it didn’t faze her.
“Well, maybe you should stop being a prick about your actions! I could care less whether you held my hand, you idiot!” She thrust her arms down to her sides. “And what does my dress or Lord Mizuki have anything to do with this?! Are you just jealous or something?!” A low growl rose from his throat like the impending rumble of distant thunder, but she was unperturbed. “I’m not stupid, Chuu! I know you feel just the same way I do! I’ve known you for years, you dumbass!” A wisp of hair tumbled in front of her eyes, shielding the building tears from the man. They rebelliously streaked down her rosy cheeks moments later anyway, like rain pouring from (e/c) clouds. She swore she heard a relenting sigh puff out into the silence, but her own quiet whimpers made her unsure of his intentions. Abruptly, one lithe arm looped around her waist tugging her in, his head balancing on top her hers and consequently sending her glittering tiara tumbling to the floor.
“Listen up, [Name].” She felt a bout of dizziness waft over her as she breathed in his addictive scent of cologne and wine, her corset suddenly felt wound too tightly, and she couldn’t breathe.
“Chuuya…”
“You’re a princess. I’m your bodyguard. You are supposed to be married off to a wealthy prince, not your me.”
“I don’t care.”
“See? That’s the problem. I care because my job is on the line.” Craning her head up, she met her eyes with his shockingly blue ones, pleading from the depths of her heart.
“You’d choose your job over me?” He grumbled, fixing his hat.
“You are my job, dumbass.” Continuing to look up at him through her lashes, she tossed the bait.
“Are you saying you don’t want to lose me?” Hook. Line. Sinker. He peered back at her, a light flush across his cheeks. His gaze never left her, and they sat in a forcefield of quiet for five minutes before she made a move, leaning forward into his space. Allowing her lids to flitter closed, she met his lips boldly, the warmth from him enveloping her entire being, drawing her in, and he managed to kiss back, soon becoming more passionate than her. Hands flying to her waist, he tugged her flush against him, her arms winding around his neck and plunging into the forest of orange that topped his head.
“[Name]...” He murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. His longing was simple to spot in his deep, flaming smooches against her lips, and she was feeling the same emotions course through her. He loved her. She loved him. They had known since they had both realized it within themselves.
She was the first to draw away, and he immediately tried to capture her lips again, but she held him back, smiling slightly. The snarky remark lingering on her tongue melted away when she met his eyes, her heart swelling at his adoring expression.
“You’re right,” He murmured gruffly, keeping her close. “I do love you.”
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