#❥ ...or is it more painful to be the person who makes others wait | guild arc; dazai osamu

[witchyafterdark]

— Ominis Gaunt Headcanons; pt. 3

• The Pros and Cons of being with him •

This post has been sitting in my drafts for a very long time now, and was supposed to be the second installment of my previous post about Sebastian! Nevertheless, here it is. I've thought about this one a little bit harder than the other since it's my boy Ominis. All photos used are not mine, and all credits to their respective owners.

・❥・ PROS

He is the most empathetic, compassionate, thoughtful, and caring man you'll ever be with.

Most people need to be taught how to have compassion towards others, or that an example needed to be shown in order for them to learn. But with Ominis, this is something inborn. Empathy is nestled deep inside his bones, and it will be very difficult for anyone to make him act out of alignment from his true caring nature.

He is tremendously protective of you, and by extension, those you consider very close to you.

One of the many ways he demonstrates his devotion to you is by means of providing you with protection. Understandably, he knows that you aren't some damsel who needs help all the time. That's why he discreetly protects you when you need it the most; which are during the times you do not see the danger you're about to encounter, or are already in the midst of.

Quite ironic, he sees certain social situations leagues ahead of you, given his aristocratic upbringing, and can definitely read between the lines of people's intentions toward you. He will immediately step in — with practiced grace mixed with lethality — and eradicate any threat that looms over you before you even begin to notice anything amiss.

By extension, he is also very attuned to your emotional states, physical needs, and mental processes.

You wouldn't have to worry about being with someone who doesn't know how to understand you in ways you want to be understood because that couldn't be further from the truth with Ominis. One of the factors that make him a good partner is that he would actually get to know you before being with you. He took the time to learn your patterns and behaviors, and he genuinely studied you thoroughly in hopes of doing right by you.

Therefore, being in a relationship with him means he truly knows he can be a good match for you, as he doesn't want to waste both of your time. He understands when you're stressed, and would do anything in his power to alleviate your pains. And he knows when to step back and give you your personal space to figure things out by yourself.

Surprisingly, he has a mischievous and adventurous spirit in his heart, and he knows how to keep the fun alive between you two.

Being born blind, he has been told endlessly by his punitive family that he would most likely amount to nothing in his life without their illustrious influence and infamous reputation. But ever the rebel, Ominis wanted to prove to himself that their words hold no significance in his ability to live life to the fullest. To your pleasant surprise, he is much more lively and playful once you truly get to know him and he lets go of all his defenses! He isn't Anne and Sebastian's oldest friend for nothing; he knows a plethora of ways to rebel, bask in the moments of fun and adventure, and get into the occasional mischief to feed the need for a little adrenaline rush. Most people would probably consider him a boring and rigid person to be with, but he's just waiting for the right one to share the joy and happiness with.

Ominis is one of the bravest and most loyal people you'll ever get the chance to be with, whether for friendship or romantic relationship. You'll get to enjoy certain... perks of being with him. And he's more than willing to ensure your comfort and satisfaction as his partner.

Simply put, he has no qualms in waving his family name around to protect and preserve the peace around him — and that includes making sure you're safe, unbothered, and given the same special privileges as he has. Rest assured that once he made up his mind that he wants to be with you, you wouldn't have to worry if he's thinking of anybody else besides you. Everyone will know that he is yours, but most importantly, everyone will know you're his. and he's not embarrassed to say he is with you. In fact, he revels in it; albeit, more privately. While he does want people to know that he is off the market, he loathes the notion of people getting to know what goes on with your relationship with him. He's still a private person at the end of the day.

Behind closed doors, he is the most affectionate, touchy, and loving man you'll ever know.

Ominis is the kind of person that is sensitive to the energies of other people. He is sensitive like that, and for good reason. He can "read" the room perfectly without the need for sight. And so, he would definitely know simply by the sound of your heavy footsteps that you've had a tiring, rough day. Wordlessly, he would have the initiative to cook dinner for you, prepare you a hot bath, not forgetting to lay your night clothes on your bed, and caressing your hair to send you to sleep as you lay secure in his warm embrace at night. He also knows when you just need time alone to be by yourself, and tend to your own needs without him in the picture.

Nevertheless, you wouldn't even think of him as someone that needs to be "coached" into being a good partner — he has that naturally built into his personality.

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・❥・ CONS

Due to his unstable upbringing, he is actually the most possessive person you've ever met... worse that Sebastian.

It is known that Ominis is a very closed-off person. He is very difficult to win over, let alone befriend and to romance. When he was a child, every family connection his father had made was exploited to the bone. Those people would unwittingly feel honored to be acquainted to the Gaunts that they would most likely do anything to win their favor. Ominis' father once taught him that the people around him was supposed to obey him out of respect for their ancient, noble lineage.

Therefore, once Ominis lets you into his life, he unconsciously views you as his possession; someone that must remain in his life, unless he deems otherwise.

During arguments, he would not back down, and would sound punitive at times.

Having to fight for his life — quite literally — at the hands of his cruel family, Ominis has learned that using his words can equally be as destructive as combative magic. His usual sarcastic quips are one of his normal defense mechanisms. But if you're engaged in an argument with him, especially when he knows he is right, best believe he will not hold back. You will get your feelings and pride and dignity hurt. He will lay out the truth no holds barred. He will make you understand why he knows best, and that you should just listen.

After what happened during fifth year with Sebastian, he's had absolutely enough with giving people the benefit of the doubt. Once he made up his mind about a certain topic, good luck trying to change his mind now.

If you are rumored to have been getting closer to another man, best believe he will be taken care of as soon as possible. You won't see that man ever again. (He isn't a Gaunt for nothing).

As far as he's concerned, the only type of friends you need in your life are those he knows of; Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, and perhaps even Imelda Reyes. Sebastian can be part of your circle but even that he is wary of. But if he so hears about other men trying to be close to you (even as your relationship with him is already public knowledge), or you're in the process of entertaining the possibility of being with other men, he will get them out of the picture by the end of the week.

He is not afraid of twisting the truth, fabricating lies and offenses that those men seemingly committed, and falsifying being a witness to a breach of magical protocol just to send them on their merry way. You'll be confused as to how and why these men just keep on getting questioned by magical authorities but you'll be none the wiser about his involvement.

Speaking of, no matter how hard he tries to undo all the conditioning he was put through as a child, his Gaunt tendencies tend to rear its ugly head when he feels out of control, or threatened in any way.

This one is something he does not want you to know. It's one of his deepest, darkest secrets that he tries to bury underneath his caring and compassionate efforts of becoming a better man. Some days, it truly gets the best of him, especially when he perceives that he is not being taken seriously, or that things around him are getting out of control. Being someone without sight (that is also a Gaunt), having absolute control of his surroundings is something he needs to feel safe and secure. Without it, it's as if he is wandless — holding his hands up in front of him like when he was a helpless child.

And so, if he perceives petulance on your part, in spite of him exercising patience, he will resort to intimidation and manipulation. He doesn't need to exert physical force to make you understand exactly what he is capable of if you keep up with your actions.

(There's a reason why Dominis is a thing to begin with. People know he is capable of it!)

Once you're with him, there's no backing out. He won't allow it. You are his.

When you agreed to accept his courtship, he understood it as a mutual agreement that this is not something casual in nature. You are not with him to waste his time, as he wouldn't want to waste yours. The decision to court you was not made on a whim. He realizes the potential of a great and fruitful romantic partnership with you. Therefore, in his mind, you need to validate his assumptions about you. You need to prove that he was right about you.

Of course, he will subtly guide you through the stages of your relationship in order to fit his narrative as he intended. He will mold you to be the person of his dreams, and will give you whatever you want that is within his power. You'd do well to be grateful and acknowledge that through your cooperation.

And if you ever break his heart by being with someone else behind his back, he will make sure you will pay for it... one way or another.

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So, do the pros outweigh the cons for you?

[atsulovee]

✧ ─ · · KINKTOBER DAY ONE !! · · ─ ✧

I'm a screamer, baby!

Wooden horse - Dazai x Fem!Reader x Chuuya ➻❥ content warnings: Soukoku is torturing the reader, but it's nothing particularly graphic or painful. Non-con to dub-con. no penetration (sorry folks). uhh Dazai is a MASSIVE jerk so slut shaming and degradation. oral (m! receiving), ruined (f!) orgasm ➻❥ word count: 3.4k ➻❥ notes: HOOOO BOY kinktober day one!! let's hope i can keep this going!

"Your body moves instinctively, trying to get away from the man who coiled himself around you only to make yourself bite back a whimper as pain shoots through the bundle of nerves between your legs. “God- Fuck.” You hiss, sight blurred with unshed tears. The wood rubbed so painfully against your cunt, but you just knew that Dazai was right, for better or for worse. You were getting wet."

“You know, I really didn’t want to torture someone so cute. Ah, but life is unfair, isn’t it?” His boyish laugh cut through the air, interweaving with the thick tension of the basement. He stood over you, blocking what little light there was from hitting your eyes. The man in front of you didn't look very old, maybe around eighteen, but his eyes sunk deep like that of a soldier who watched hundreds of men die. “Oh well. You know what to do, Chuuya.”

You couldn’t move. You had woken up deep in the bowels of some building unfamiliar to you. It’s warm, wherever you are. Uncomfortably so. The air is thick and hard to breathe, as if you were trapped in a room with a thousand other people. Your head ached and a deep, lethargic pain drummed through your limbs. Even through pulsing and blurring vision, you saw a soft orange light off in the distance. Then, the stench of old blood followed. The smell is wretched and it’s deep, as if corpses have been permeating in this room for centuries.

It's only then, at the call of his name, that your attention gets drawn to the third person in the room. Notably shorter than the one closest to you, he leans against the wall with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. Chuuya looks up as if only beginning to pay attention when spoken to.

“Chuuya!” Dazai- as he had introduced himself a few moments ago- chides with a laugh. A sharp and shrill noise more similar to the bark of a hyena or the sob of a child. “Don’t tell me you weren’t listening? Dogs are supposed to be loyal, you know!”

“Shut it, bastard!” Chuuya snaps as he yanks the lit cigarette from his lips, the smoke billowing out from the corners as it loops through the air. “For all your stupid talk about me being the dog, you sure do a lot of yapping yourself, Dazai!”

Chuuya pushes himself up from the wall, cigarette being dropped to the floor and snubbed out beneath his boot. Soon, Dazai isn't alone in towering over your bound form. In the momentary reprieve of their spat, your eyes fall downward to your binds. Only in your panties, the rope is free to gnaw into your exposed flesh as it holds your hands behind your back and your shins to the back of your thighs.

“Now, now…” Dazai coos, wagging his finger at Chuuya. “We have an interrogation to conduct, dear Chuuya! We can't leave a guest waiting, after all.” Faster than you can blink, their attention is back onto you. Nails dig into the fat of your cheeks as Dazai forces your head up so your eyes meet his. “You haven’t been very cooperative so far, so we’ll have to take more drastic means, okay?” His voice drawls, curling at the end into something sickeningly sweet. “Chuuya.”

This time, Chuuya moves without hesitation. Strong arms hoist you up, throwing you over his shoulder. It takes one nod from Dazai to send Chuuya walking in the correct direction. No longer blinded by the light seeping in from above, your eyes take a moment to adjust to the lingering darkness of the rest of the room. Blackness hid in the corners like ink spilled on parchment, thick and oppressive. Momentarily, all you could see were the vague shapes of whatever was in the room. As Chuuya stepped forward, you were able to see everything clearly. Nearby was a cart. Simple, sleek, and unassuming. But then you saw the glint of metal. On that cart were a large variety of knives and blades. From a small scalpel to a cleaver. Pliers, nail guns, and even drills. 

“No-!” You stumble over your words, voice gravelly and foreign to your ears as mindless pleads spill from your lips. Your head throbbed and ached like you had been beat over the head. The panic that had yet to come to you before started to ebb into your body. Slowly, it drew itself away like the ocean just prior to a tsunami before coming back tenfold, clawing and tearing its way through your body. “Don’t-!”

A quickened heart rate made the throbbing in your head worsen, pounding like the thrums of an earthquake. Limbs that trembled in the ropes that tried to hold them still. A cold sweat that made your pathetic form shine beneath the hazy light above as Chuuya effortlessly took you with him. Still, even through your adrenaline, your body remained too weak to do so much as squirm in his arms.

“Easy now.” Dazai’s once harsh expression fades into something similarly sinister, though it tries to mask itself. His toothy grin is just a little too sharp and just a little too wide. “Don’t make this any harder for yourself.” 

When Chuuya stopped walking, you couldn’t see what he had led you to at first. You weren’t sure you really wanted to. Though, as it always seemed to, your morbid curiosity won as you slowly lifted your head to look around Chuuya’s side. Dazai stood next to the device like a giddy child excited to present their arts and crafts project, as macabre as that image may be. Whatever it was, it didn’t look like it’d be a pleasant experience. A wooden contraption, meeting in the middle to form a point, through the tip had been rounded ever so slightly. 

“This beauty here is-!” Dazai starts, and though you can’t see Chuuya’s face, you are able to feel the irritation in his tense body. “A wooden horse! Made by the Spanish, likely to punish those who didn’t follow Christianity. They’d force the victim to sit on this bad boy, tie weights to their feet and have them just endure the pain of their genitals being crushed against the wood!” Dazai smiles, much similar to that of a gameshow host. At your increasingly petrified look, Dazai laughs once more. “Luckily for you, this one doesn’t have spikes! Chuuya, if you’d do the honor.”

Now that Dazai is done with his happy-go-lucky farce, Chuuya hauls you over his shoulder once more and settles you over the top of the wooden horse. Though not necessarily agonizing, the rub of the hardwood against your pelvis was deeply uncomfortable, especially as it had the entire weight of your body working against you with nothing but the thin material of your panties to protect your cunt. 

You shift awkwardly, wincing as your weight shifts away from your clit, instead letting the dulled tip rub awkwardly between your lips. “I-I don’t…” Sweat beads at your forehead. With your legs bound and your arms tied behind your back, every one of your limbs was useless to you. Each breath, each shudder kept shifting your weight, moving the pressure from your clit to your labia. 

It’s that slow type of pain, one that starts as a discomfort until it makes your heart race and you have to take in sharp gasps of air. Seconds pass, each one letting the discomfort bloom into something sharp and stabbing.

“Now, now…” Dazai slinks up to your side, his grin never falling from his face as his hands settle on your waist. “I’m sure a girl like you should be used to something hard rubbing up against you…” He snickers, degrading words falling from his lips like poison. “I mean, I’m just surprised you can still feel anything down there, with how many men I’m sure you’ve let bend you over…”

When Chuuya smacks him over the head, Dazai just whines, the hit not deterring him in the slightest as bandaged hands snake up your torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His hands are cold, letting your uncomfortably warm body jump at the sharp contrast as they cup your tits. “What? Come on, Chuuya…! She’s getting wet and she’s making cute noises! She likes it, don’t you, girl?”

A pitiful whine escapes your lips as his nimble fingers tug at your sensitive nipples. Your back arches, desperate to get away from him, but unable to escape his grasp. Dazai’s hot breath brushes against your ear as his eye trails from your chest to your face. Cold air brushed against your exposed skin, only to get wafted away with his warm breath. “That’s right… Good girl… Does it hurt? Good.” Dazai coos into your ear as frustrated tears well up in your eyes. 

Your body moves instinctively, trying to get away from the man who coiled himself around you only to make yourself bite back a whimper as pain shoots through the bundle of nerves between your legs. “God- Fuck.” You hiss, sight blurred with unshed tears. The wood rubbed so painfully against your cunt, but you just knew that Dazai was right, for better or for worse. You were getting wet.

“A masochist, huh?” Dazai purrs, sounding far too excited at the revelation. “Good… That makes things easier for us, then.” 

Chuuya stood off to the side, his eyes affixed to the ground as the scene played out before him. He wasn’t uncomfortable with torture, hasn’t been for some time at the very least. Chuuya had watched over Dazai’s interrogations dozens of times before- watched nails get ripped off, sinews torn, teeth pulled out. But, something about this specific situation felt…weird to him. Dazai’s a creep, Chuuya reasons in his head. He can’t really be surprised that Dazai’s taking the opportunity to assault a pretty girl. 

Still, Chuuya chose to watch until his eye caught Dazai’s once more. Often, the two of them didn’t need words to communicate, so Chuuya knew what Dazai wanted immediately.

When Chuuya’s hands rested on your waist, Dazai’s lecherous grin widened. He rested his chin on your shoulder as he tugged at your puffy nipples, watching Chuuya’s cheeks flush as he grinds your hips against the wooden horse harder.

This time, you couldn’t suppress your wail. It felt like your nerves were being electrocuted, a strong buzzing, burning feeling bullied its way up your spine, singeing every atom in its wake. 

“There we go, Chuuya. Usually, you’re more excited to take part in our interrogations.” Dazai sighs, making his partner grit his teeth.

“Shut it, fuckface. This isn’t shit.” Your clit feels like it’s getting rubbed raw, your pelvis hitting the wood painfully.

“Oh yeah? Chuuya isn’t getting all hot and bothered, watching a cute girl writhe and moan in pain?” His nails dig into your nipples, the overstimulating feelings making tears well up in your eyes. “ ‘Cause you know what I think? I think Chuuya is getting off on this just as much as this cutie is.”

Chuuya snarls like a rabid dog, though he doesn’t respond to the provocation further than sinking his nails into the fat of your hips- surely leaving crescent-shaped bruises for the next day. “Just- fuck.” The redhead hisses, meeting your eyes for the first time that night. “Just tell the fucker everything you know and this’ll all be over, okay?”

Your head swam, earlier with the drumming pain of being knocked unconscious and now with sharp agony as you gasp, desperate for any reprieve. “I-I don’t-!” Your breath comes to you in sharp strikes, lungs heaving as you try to inhale. Everything feels muddied as you try desperately to sort through your words. “I don’t know anything, really-!”

Dazai sighs, rough bandages scratching along your exposed flesh. “You want to extend this, huh?” He sighs. “Poor thing can’t think straight, even when she isn’t getting fucked. It’s a little pathetic, really. This is nothing, and you’re already blubbering like a child?” Your breath catches in your throat and your whole body is shaking pitifully, and his wide smirk borders on uncanny as his nails dig into your soft chest, threatening to draw blood. “Or maybe you’re crying because you like it? Is that it? Have you been fucked so much that even being tortured feels good to you?”

“No! God, fuck!” You hiss, whines and cries spilling from your lips uselessly as Chuuya continues working your hips against the wood. The worst, most humiliating part is that you can feel your core throb with each push and pull of your hips. Dazai is right, you hiccup. You’re being tortured by the Port Mafia for information you just don’t know and you like it.

Your pitiful noises are shut up by Dazai as he slides two of his fingers into your mouth, pressing down on the back of your tongue, making you gag around them. “There we go. Nice and quiet. Now, listen to me. Whether you know it or not, you’re privy to some sensitive information.” Still hovering over your shoulder, he nudges your cheek with his as he whispers into your ear. “You stumbled across one of our enemies' dealings last night and we just need to know exactly what you saw. It’s really not that hard, darling. Either you tell us what we want to know, or we hand you over to that ratty little street gang and who knows what they’d do to a pretty thing like you.”

Your tears threaten to fall as he takes his fingers out of your mouth, the spit connecting them to their lips with a thin string as the movement makes you gag. “Damn it!” You sob, the saliva slipping past your lips. “I don’t know! I didn’t see anything!” 

This time, Chuuya is the one to sigh- Dazai’s playful frustrations seemingly seeping over to the other man as well. Since the moment Dazai had ordered him, Chuuya’s hands had not stopped grinding your cunt against the wooden structure, making sure he aimed for the most sensitive area. “We don’t have all day, girl.” Chuuya hisses as you sputter.

“Now even Chuuya is getting fed up with you… He’s right, though. We could leave you here while we both go do more important things.” Dazai hums, keeping a watchful eye on Chuuya. “Leave your poor little clit swollen and needy, so desperate for relief for hours. All you have to do is remember just a few tiny details for us. It’s really not that hard, pretty girl.”

And then, the thought of being left alone with this stabbing pain that eats through your pelvis and vulva, is finally what makes the dam break. You wail, wrenching your head to the side as tears fall down your cheeks. Heart wrenching sobs echo through the Port Mafia’s basement not for the first time and certainly very far from the last. No matter how hard you try to formulate sentences, pleas and ‘I don’t know’s spill from you like a broken record.  Because you really don’t know. You didn’t go walking around at night, you didn’t walk across some shady drug dealing or arms exchange! From the moment you woke up here, you’ve had no clue what either of these men are talking about!

As you can’t see his face, Dazai doesn’t even bother faking his facial expression as he does with his tone of voice. He looks overjoyed with the tears that run down your cheeks, smudging whatever makeup you may have been wearing the night prior. His dark eyes gleam with something sadistic- something so downright vile that even Chuuya pauses his movements for a second. 

“Fine. Chuuya, you know what to do.” He lets go of you, slinking around Chuuya’s side and grabbing onto his shoulders to whisper in the redhead’s ear. “If she doesn’t remember, we’ll have to make her remember. I know you like watching her squirm just as much as I do.” He smirks, his eyes falling to the tent in Chuuya’s pants. “Maybe she’ll decide to talk after you make her take care of the little problem she caused.” Dazai snickers to himself, making Chuuya fluster and growl at him. 

“Fucking bastard…” Chuuya mumbles to himself, finally letting go of your hips and allowing the momentary reprieve before his nails dig into your scalp instead. Using his hand, he forces you to bend at an awkward angle with your body still being supported by the wooden horse but your head being nearly eye level with his crotch. The aching of your spine is enough to muffle the noise of his belt coming undone until it’s far too late. 

His dick is pretty, maybe about five and a half inches, but God, is it thick. The tip is red and already weeping precum, letting it pearl and drip down the bottom. You’re given only a few seconds to gawk before Chuuya hooks his gloved thumb into your mouth and pulls your jaw open.

His length is just enough to prod at the back of your tongue each time he pulls your head toward him. Chapped lips wrap around the tip easily, though they begin to strain ever so slightly as you hit the thickest part of the spit slicked cock. Chuuya doesn't care much as his fingers dig into your hair, pushing his hips flush against your face and into your hot throat. Your hands, bound behind your back, strain and clench instinctively but are unable to break from the rope. Chuuya’s strong hands bring your head back and forth, mercilessly letting you sputter and choke on his cock. All the while, he stares down at your tear streaked cheeks, muttering and cursing Dazai beneath his breath.

“Hah…” Dazai puffs out, his own cheeks heating up at the sight. “What a brute Chuuya is, treating a lady like that…” His teasing words only serve to aggravate Chuuya further, making him fuck your throat even rougher. That, of course, is exactly what Dazai wanted to see. Slowly, his hand comes to wrap around your throat, squeezing just so he could feel the way Chuuya’s length forced you to choke. 

“Shit-” Chuuya takes in a sharp breath through his teeth. “Don’t you dare let go, jackass. That feels perfect.” He groans as he feels his balls tighten up, releasing a gushing load of cum into your throat. As you choke, you can only let out a muffled groan as you go dizzy at the pressure and deprivation of air. You swallow Chuuya’s thick cum, desperately trying to not heave as the white ropes fight their way down your esophagus. “Good… Good fuckin’ girl. You’re perfect, take it. Just like that…”

As he pulls away, leaving you to cough up everything Chuuya spilled down your throat, you’re pitifully aware of the longing ache between your legs left untouched and unsatisfied. It felt like all the veins in your head were pounding with such force that they were about to burst. All the air in your lungs seemed to evade you, leaving you breathless despite the oxygen that surrounds you. 

Your back aches and your clit has been rubbed raw against your underwear. Though, even that torment doesn’t seem enough for Dazai because the moment Chuuya lets go of your hair, Dazai swoops in like a vulture. He pulls your head back just enough that you’re able to meet his eyes once more.

“There we go… Wasn’t so bad, was it, darling? Even if you didn’t get to finish. Though, I’m sure-” He dabs the sweat off of your forehead. “You’d like for this to all be over. So I’ll say this one final time. What. Do. You. Know?” His voice drops, the echo of the dingy basement adding a certain inhuman quality to it, making his voice sound like it was ringing out of hell itself. 

“I don’t—” you hiccup. “I du-dunno what to tell you—I dunno what you want—” Your tired, bleary eyes blink at him, any indignant spirit you may have had long since disappeared.  “I really don’t know what you’re talking about!” Your voice cracks, thick with unshed tears. 

“Hmm. Maybe we really do have the wrong person after all.” Dazai considers it after a moment, voice painfully playful and nonchalant. Dazai drops your head as he turns to look at Chuuya, whose face is still flushed as he tucks his soft dick back into his pants. “I mean, if that’s the case… Then this whole interrogation has been a total bust, huh?”

Chuuya sighs when Dazai gives him another look. Briefly, Chuuya looks at you oddly, eyes brimming with a type of compassion that seemed impossible for someone who had just helped assault you. Even then, as he avoids your eyes, he picks you up and drops you back to the floor.

You grunt, relieved of the pain between your legs, even though the back of your head smacks against the concrete as a result. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Dazai starts, hovering over you like he had done just thirty minutes ago. “This has been fun, really. But we don't need anymore from you if you really don’t have anything to tell us.”

Two clicks of metal, a bang, and everything goes dark.

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22. Rengoku Kyojuro.

I don't think man can dance. I firmly believe in my heart he has all the intentions and passion in the world but he's stiff as a board with two left feet. Unlike his grace when fighting, he never really had much opportunity to learn or practice dancing, so I imagine he wouldn't be very experienced. Reader doesn't care though, they love him that way. And he loves them, will take any and every opportunity to hold them and make them smile even if he looks and feels a little silly (and vice versa!!!).

So they dance (reader's skills tbd, honestly doesn't matter). One person convinces the other, maybe as a way to cheer them up, who is who doesn't matter. It can be anywhere. Their home on their own. At a festival. Their wedding. Modern AU anything.

It's cute, it's warm, it's all smiles and blushy cheeks and bright eyes as your fingers interlace, swaying and turning.... Pure, easy intimacy. Fluff and/or hurt/comfort at its best. I just want to give this man as much domestic happiness as possible, he deserved so much more.

Wait that's actually so cute and yeah he deserves the whole world man.

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

❥note ;; I don't know if you meant you wanted it as a modern one, but this will be like a festival type thing, and Rengoku is upset because he doesn't know how to convey his feelings for you. So you give him a little push. Also heads up, he survived the mugen train arc, but was really hurt. ❥contents//tw ;; honestly none, maybe a few curses, kisses? // not proofread

"Dance with me."

Kyojuro and you had always had a complicated past. After the whole mission he had with who you found out was an upper moon demon. You felt terrible. You noticed how he became slightly distant towards you and you were determined to figure it out.

There was a festival in the nearest town later in the evening and everyone was going. Mitsuri had told you he was going to be there as well. This was what you needed.

Having trouble even going up to him or talk to him the past two weeks have been rough. So you needed to catch him off guard.

You dressed in a fiery red kimono with a white bow tied around your waist. You also wore a red charm in your hair, which was tied up neatly. Thanks to the help of Shinobu.

You entered the town and looked around in awe. The sun was setting and the lights were simmering ever so slightly. This place was beautiful.

Remembering why you were here you decided to look around the food stalls for the flame hashira. He seemed stressed, like he was running from something. You heard from Shinobu that as soon as he was able to walk, he was practicing and back fighting again.

This left you a bit unsettled, you hoped you could talk some sense into him. Especially since Shinobu also mentioned he had hurt himself countless times while training. He shouldn't be pushing himself. And it pained you to even think about him doing so.

You walked around for a little longer before you see his bright hair poking out in one of the restaurants. He sat with Tengen and his wives.

He smiled. Oh his smile. You couldn't help but smile too. It was always so bright and filled with emotion. You walked over.

"Hey! Uzui's and Kyojuro." Kyojuro immedietly avoided you and moved around in his seat, as if he was anxious.

"Well, I think my wives and I will be going to get some drinks!" Tengen stood up, lighting tapping your back in encouragement. Whispering low enough for you to hear.

"Take care of him okay?" He helped his wives and went on his way.

You took Tengen's seat, which was in front of Kyojuro.

"Kyojuro?" You looked at him. He was looking down at the food, which he picked at. Something unlike him.

"Are you doing alright? You haven't really talked to me the past couple weeks." You brought up. It pained you to see he seemed to not want to be around you.

"I'm fine." Frowning at his response you stole one of his california rolls. "Hey-"

"What's up with you." Narrowing your eyes at the owl eyed man. He finally looked up at you and held eye contact. His fire like eyes, sparked.

"Nothing is wrong I ju-" He seemed bothered so you cut him off.

"Walk with me?" You stood up and held your hand. The music around the town was loud, but not too loud. It was perfect. A walk could do you both good.

He looks up at you and smiles. He couldn't help it. He missed you. Even in fear of his own thoughts, he missed your smile, your laugh, and the way your eyes lit up any room you walked into.

"Absolutely." He interlocks his hand with yours.

And so the two of you were walking, hands connected in silence. Even if there was no conversation between him and you. You felt at ease. You missed this too. But you couldn't help but still feel off. The way he wasn't smiling as much, and just looking off into space. As if you were not there.

You looked around the town. People were laughing and dancing. You had an idea.

"Kyojuro!" You jumped in front of him, startling him. "Dance with me?" You looked at him and he brought a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing awkwardly.

"I haven't danced in a long time."

"Come onnn." You tug at his hand and bring him towards where the others were waltzing.

The music was slow. Pulling Kyojuro closer, placing a hand in his once more. Lacing your fingers with his own. Another hand rested on his shoulder. He looked lost as he held his free hand up.

"Uhm.."

You laughed. And he watched. You threw your head back slightly before looking back at him. Taking his free hand you place it on your waist. A light pink dusted his cheeks. "You hold here okay?"

He stood awkwardly and stiff. You noticed this and couldn't help but smile at him. He was usually so chill and flowing with his movements. Yet he couldn't dance?

"You seem stiff hot stuff." You joked around earning a soft chuckle to erupt from him. "I never learned how to dance like this." He admitted shamefully.

Even if he didn't, he loved being close to you again. You've shared hugs before, but this felt different. In a good way.

"Oops, my apologies!" A man had bumped into Kyojuro causing him to stumble closer to you and tighten his grip. A warm feeling rose in your chest and your cheeks felt aflame.

You giggled softly before moving slowly. "Follow my lead."

Although he stepped on your toes a couple times, and lost rhythm, you had fun.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, swaying slowly to the music. "Why did you ignore me for so long...?"

He stayed silent for a minute. "I felt weak." You frowned and cocked your head back to look at him. E/c eyes meeting his own blood orange ones.

The music suddenly speeds up a bit and the two of you start turning. Holding eye contact. "You are not weak." Mumbling out before turning your head down to watch his feet, careful to avoid his missing steps.

"I could have died Y/n." A great sentence to shove a knife through your heart. Your eyes tear up. Grateful you looked down. "But you didn't, you were strong enough."

"Barely." A wave of awkward silence fell.

"I missed you." You mumble. He removes your laced hands to bring it up under your chin, pulling you back to look into his eyes. It hurt him to see your eyes so watery and glossed over.

"I'm sorry." He mutters. "I just didn't know how to come to you, I was scared. What if I'm too weak to protect you one day?"

You melted. "Kyojuro.."

"Fuck." He loved the way his name rolled of your tongue, how it rang in his ears.

"I just love you so much Y/n. I want to be by your side, to protect you.. but what if I can't? What if you get hurt." You swore you could hear your heartbeat in your ears from his confession.

He was nervous, but he was telling you. Scared of rejection, for he could be too weak for you.

"I love you too Kyojuro. You are not weak, we'll fight together. We'll do lots together, on the days you are weak I will be stronger. For you." You smiled, tears threatening to spill. He deserved so much, you could never understand if anyone ever hated this man. He was the warmest, kindest, and selfless man you have ever met.

His thumb wiped the tears and he pulled you into a hug. His arms wrapped tightly around you. By now the two of you had stopped spinning around, just swaying slowly back and forth.

"I missed you too and I'm terribly sorry I couldn't have much confidence to approach you." His hand rubbed up and down your back.

"I forgive you. But please, don't ever do that again. It hurt to see you smile with others." He heart ached at your words, he regretted ever doing what he did. "I promise."

You look into his eyes and he leans down. His breath softly hitting your lips. You closed your eyes, awaiting a kiss.

Nothing. You crack open one eye and realize he's admiring you. "Kyojuro if you don't kiss me right now-" He cut you off the moment he knew he could kiss you. The kiss felt meaningful, it was soft and in sync, unlike the dance the two of you shared. His lips were rough, not too rough. Yours were soft. He wish he had done this sooner, but oh was the wait worth it.

The feel you melting into his arms, into his lips. He smiled and pulled back. "I love you."

"You suck at dancing by the way."

[lumiconic]

♪ — I WOULD BE YOURS

❥ summary: they love you so much it hurts

❥  characters: yoimiya ; childe ; eula ; ei ; thoma

❥  content: some angst but mostly fluff, gn reader

❥  note: this is part two to "could you be mine"! i hope it's an enjoyable sequel that measures up to the first :)

♪ YOIMIYA

she tells you everything without you needing to ask and always leaves no room for doubt with her exaggerated motions and loud, happily singsong voice that sounds somehow sweet to your ears; an enthusiastically offkey songbird with so much to say, of course you'd listen even with her terrible method of telling you things where she has to work backward and circle around and add in details that might not have happened so she can keep your attention.

she's bizarrely afraid of that captivated expression disappearing from your face and lifting your head from where you rest your chin on your hands eagerly, nevertheless she has no reason to worry since you'd listen to her explain anything, there's just something about the way she talks that makes you think she could narrate paint drying and keep up that cheerfully excited rambling with such a unique tone to it that it has you paying attention for hours.

you could never put it into words, that quality that sounds so emphatically real to you, but she is just an amazing person in every way that you want to know more about, forever be closer to. her hands are a mess of jumbled memories, chipped black polish swiped cheerfully and messily on her bitten down nails, colorful ink staining her fingertips, cuts and burns littering her skin.

every mark harbors a story behind it that she can't wait to tell, bubbling over with excitement when she sees or hears or tastes something new. she's incurably unruly and you know all too well, of course you're likely to get in trouble when she's around, but when she offers her hand with a hopeful smile you take it without hesitating, without even room for thought, because maybe someday you could be another story of hers with a beautiful ring on her finger.

♪ CHILDE

he has never presumed to understand you the way he grins smugly at the traveler and his fellow harbingers, his blue eyes blinking slowly with a mocking surety as if to say he knows everything from only a single glance, he knows that there is much more to you than he is gathering from one look in your direction and it piques his curiosity with a dangerous, pounding heartbeat that usually only accompanies his first step into a battle that he is gleefully and blissfully unsure of his victory in. that feeling almost always instantly disappears -- the common treasure hoarder or hilichurl is no match for a war machine like him -- but here it remains, months after your first meeting.

the way he feels when he's with you is odd; it's a troubling sensation that breaches admiration and falls into another category he has never assumed to approach before, anxiety inducing in its novelty, but this is almost more of a blessing than a curse because he thrives on novelties and strange things he's never seen before, a new and unforeseen challenge. he wants you to think of him the same way, wishes so dearly that you were as filled with persistent desire to understand, to know everything about each other.

he treasures time spent with you, almost painful intensity charging the air between you every time you exchange a fleeting glance, he's a charmer and a trickster and his smiles are as bright to everyone else as they are to you though the emotion behind them stretches infinitely on. you think maybe you can see the glimmer of a secret he wants to share with you sometimes in the depths of his eyes that seem to watch you with such adoration when he thinks you're not looking, but that's just an incorrect assumption of his because you can always feel his arrogant and still somehow tentative gaze on your back.

and it's predictable and understandable, he is who he is and you like him anyway, maybe even love him, so bring it on! he'll crush this challenge like he does everything else. everyone knows he never loses -- even in a matter of the heart, he's sure he'll be able to win and earn your affections somehow, because he cares too much to fail, after all, and he'll do it all with a smile on his face because this competition, this time by your side, warring an unknown battle that you aren't even fighting in, is as precious as the prize.

♪ EULA

she doesn't have to treasure spare praise and comments she may never hear again close to her chest, the idea that another person would willingly offer her a compliment and a throwaway word of kindness that meant so much to her even if it was nothing to the giver, because you have so much to offer her, and so freely, too. it's almost shocking, and she has to counter your gentle, soft sweetness with sputtering and halfhearted promises of revenge.

and every time the words slip out she has a moment of nausea and her heart dropping because she's sure this is the time where you'll leave just like everyone else when they saw how truly confused and attached she was to her bizarre, aggressive turns of phrase that were like a shield -- and yet you stay, with only a look of pure understanding and kindness in your eyes, and it makes her feel terrifyingly weak and yet she somehow adores it and adores you, the person who has endless patience to offer her and she could never word properly what it means.

so she tries her best to spell it out in gestures that a person who knew any less about her would never truly see, but you do. it's impossible to explain how she feels, why this means so much to her when it's an easy gift, easy thing to anyone else in her home land that defines itself by freedom and breaking chains that tie you down, but it was her who never was able to simply be herself for fear of punishment. and it's more than you could ever understand, that feeling of finally belonging somewhere.

being a source of happiness for someone else who loves her, actually really loves her, is something she'd give anything in the world for even only vanishing moments of. even if she can never say it properly, her pale face floods with color every time you say anything that even vaguely encapsulates how you feel towards her. your love is just powerful enough that it all comes across in even one word that she finally can stop clinging onto memories in a way that even she knew was pathetic, you have so much to spare and she hopes to someday repay you in full but for now she only blushes bright red and silently offers her gratitude to fate for bringing the two of you together.

♪ EI

"eternity" is a fragile promise, a fleeting wisp of a word that is so easy to speak and so hard to grasp and truly enact as her cold, unchanging will across an entire nation. she cups it in her hands like a shining firefly that will disappear if she looks away for too long; treasuring this wholehearted motivation that stems from such an awful place, the memory sitting within her chest like a heavy stone that weighs upon her at all times.

this is her safety, her security, her grounding point that she can fall back upon when she wonders for barely a trifling second why she is causing all this suffering. she knows the truth, knows the reputation that inazuma gathers throughout the other nations as being ruled by a tyrant with an iron fist who selfishly refuses to care for her subjects, and she understands that with unspeakable pain that she buries far beneath her wooden and unchanging tone. if she allows herself to think for more than a moment -- to resonate even briefly with the people she loves so much she imprisons -- the whole masquerade comes crashing down.

it's your laughing expression that brings such a happy feeling and warmth to replace that sensation, the infinite cold accompanying her infinite lightning redundantly, walking hand in hand down a road alone with rain pelting down on her back. on this path that she set herself on, that she sees no way off now and understands the only way is forward, she sees your reluctance to join her; the way your eyes graze over the stormy sky and she sees the flash in your gaze, the sudden understanding of her present situation, and she closes her eyes until the skies brighten and you appear holding a bouquet of flowers and wearing a bright smile with your hand outstretched.

she doesn't get it; fundamentally you couldn't be more different, the solitary archon who stands alone for her own personal reasons that she hesitates to explain to any ordinary mortal like you -- and yet, she has to tell you the truth, because you ask so often and so genuinely and she wants you to see her truly even if you are the only person in the world to do so because somehow you always saw the best in her and it's her guilty pleasure to know that someone still thinks her amazing, someone still believes in her as the benevolent goddess she was, someone can hold her tight through this seemingly never ending darkness of her own creation, and she wants that person to be you.

♪ THOMA

you fell in love with him at first sight, just like the rest of the hundreds of people who were lucky enough to encounter him even once during their entire lifetimes, finally understanding what it means to be struck dumb by how beautiful someone is. the shallow adoration that many held close to their chests, wishing wholeheartedly to be able to see him again although they knew in truth that it would never work, was nowhere to be found; for he too knew from the start, from the first time his emerald gaze fell upon your face, that the image of you would never again vanish completely from his mind.

it's a new and curious feeling for him, being able to understand that this warm emotion that plagues him whenever he thinks of you is something called 'love'; he has always known of it but not known it, and here he is now with you. he is lucky enough to know that you love him, telling him in so many words, and with the swell of a choking feeling in his chest, the heat that flushes his face red, he doesn't even have to say it for you to know, he can tell you easily in all but out-loud words that he reciprocates in full.

he is somehow unbearably beautiful to you, a shining example of all that's good in the world, a person who you consider to be truly perfect, almost too wonderful to truly exist and with boundless positivity and kindness that is shockingly genuine, just being around him brings a smile to your face because he always seems so earnestly happy, resolutely loving everything about the world around him with somehow infinite generosity and happiness.

little do you know that his unfailing sweetness and gentle demeanor is partially a result of his desire for you to see him as someone you can trust, someone who will always be on your side no matter what, because it's true, he'd give anything for you in an instant. and his thoughtless and unflappable optimism to adore the whole world and all that's in it, the way his eyes seem to view everything through rose colored lenses, is because of you; you're in this world, and with all its flaws he can't help but love everything and wear that endless smile because you are the best thing he knows, the best thing he will ever know, and you make everything seem brighter.

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[athyathye]

The one push that made them fall for you

♡☆(Chifuyu, Ran and Baji)☆♡

Author's note 📝: I dunno the idea came and I just had to write it JEHDHDH its getting so close to hell week for me

Warnings ⚠️: a twinge of violence, maybe some curses and more~

Chifuyu :

❥ What could have made dear Chifuyu so smiley in the early morning? He was shining so brightly that it made most of them annoyed just by seeing his shiny skin.

❥ The dumb smile on his face couldn’t be wiped even when angry accidentally poured hot coffee on his pants and when baji purposefully tripped him, making him land on the cold hard dirty ground.

❥ This dude was out of it and the others didn’t know what the hell they were supposed to do.

❥ Have you guessed why though? It’s not because of his cat, nor was it the new chapter of the romance manga he’s been reading.

❥ Chifuyu had been crushing on you since the moment he laid eyes on the small cat keychain that looked oddly like his cat.

Walking through the school corridors with a bored look on his face, Chifuyu looked around for something to entertain him or just to find something that could catch his attention so that he wouldn’t actually pull through with skipping school.

But he didn’t have to wait any further, because something that would have his sole attention as well as affection for the next sixty, maybe eighty years or so was coming to give his door a knocking of a lifetime.

*Bang!*

Papers were scattered everywhere like how feathers would come out of a pillow used to hit someone. A yelp invaded his sense of hearing. Yes, I meant “knocking” literally. A soft body landed on him, but nonetheless the cold hard tiles behind him was what he expected, what he braced himself from.

Only for his head to be cushioned by a hand. A scene he was so familiar with because of the romance mangas except it happened to him in real life and reversed.

“I’m so sorry! Oh my, Sorry! Really really sorry! I’m in a rush” Before he could even reach out to you or even say something, you had already picked up the papers and rushed like the speed of light.

Still quite unable to move from the powerful impact he rolled to his side as he clutched his stomach. Though the moment his vision cleared he found a small keychain that absolutely melted his heart.

‘...She’s definitely the owner' Chifuyu thought to himself as he then sat up. He clutched the keychain before going on a journey to find the mystery girl. Not that he wanted too! It was just because he wanted to give you back your keychain like the good person he was! Totally not because he was curious, no sir.

He wasn’t the least bit curious about your shampoo that made your hair feel like the soft silk fabric from Mitsuya’s favorite shop. Nor was he curious about your perfume that made his nose twitch and made him feel like a pervert for breathing the air greedily after you left.

He was not at all-

“Ah.” Who made that noise?

A few corners later Chifuyu was met with a figure near the trash can. He could tell it was you even without the papers you were so preciously cradling earlier. It was because of the inimitateable way you gracefully moved even when walking.

To answer my previous question, it was both of you. He gasped from seeing your figure so easily and you gasped from being startled by a shadow looming over you. Slowly, you turned around. Your hair spinning with you as you turned.

A word that I could describe Chifuyu right now would be...bewitched. ‘F*cking pretty. What the- she’s breathtaking’ He thought as he glanced away with blushing cheeks. Surely anyone would agree with him if he said that, I mean look at you!

Way to go y/n! You made him fall for you at first sight!

Ran :

❥ You were already dating this boy when he fell for you. As much as it pains me, this man is a h*e. He’s a wh*re.

❥ Trust me when I say this dude only dated you for self-gratification. His ego boosted every time he pulled someone from any of the genders. You should have done what his name is the moment he came looking for you as his new prey.

❥ Ran is his name and playing with people was his game, what can I say? His dad’s probably the one to blame.

❥ But you had a perfectly good reason to accept his courtship though. From all the girls he’d dated, you were the only one he poured effort into. Other people, who were familiar with people like them, said the same thing whenever they’d meet you.

❥ Because of that, it actually fooled you into thinking he actually loved you...thankfully you were no pushover.

3 knocks on the door were heard, followed by 3 more stomps. It was Ran’s hidden message of telling you that he was by the door. Whistles began to leave your ears from the intense heat of your head. You had just finished ranting to your friends who told you that Ran truly was cheating.

Enraged by how he thought of you as a plaything. You grabbed a knife from your utensils drawer. Yes, I mean a knife. Ran was outside the door, with a single red rose that he routinely gave you as usual.

He was smiling carefreely, Rindou had just warned him of how ‘crazy’ one of the girls he was dating was. But he didn’t know which nor did he actually believe him. Now you, actually he was quite fond of you.

You could easily make yourself comfortable with him, knew how to play along with his jokes no matter how crazy it was and were also smart enough to know the dangers of being with him unlike his other flings who constantly threw themselves at him.

It took him a while to get you, but he knew for a fact you were worth it. Probably not the one, but still. He closed his eyes once he heard footsteps, a smile was unconsciously forming on his face though he didn’t know. The door opened. “Hey-”

“Are you kidding me!? Do I look easy to you!?”

Oh wow. A knife was pointed at his neck...how *gulp* exciting.

“W-what are you talking about?” He acted like he didn’t know a thing that it almost made you barf. He may have perfected his mannerisms but the eyes could never lie. You wouldn’t admit it, but you spent a good time just staring at his cool violet eyes.

He raised both of his hands up as his facial expression turned alarmed as soon as he saw the genuine rage in your eyes. It was the first time that he actually thought

‘Man...I might really die...I’m scared but why the hell am I kinda turned on-’ You never trembled, not even once as you held your weapon. Move your hand a little more and you would surely create a wound.

He saw the way you looked at him like he was the scummiest scum of the earth, and maybe he was. But dang did you actually make hate look hot. As he was fantasizing in his mind, you managed to cool down your nerves.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Do you feel like a king? Huh? Go die.” Were your last words to him, covered in spite. You slammed the door on his face and he spent a good few seconds just staring at the wooden door.

He stood dazed before it finally hit him. ‘Yup, this is the one. I’d be damned if I let you go now.’ He vowed to get you back even if that was the last thing he’d do. He could tell he was blushing, but gosh, he couldn’t forget the look you gave him as you slammed the door, out of his mind.

Before he could leave he heard a window opening.

“Hey *ssh*le! This is yours right?” You held up a guitar, the guitar that he used to serenade you in the early parts of your relationship. ‘Wait f*ck, no that’s rindou’s-’ “What am i gonna do with this huh!? Are you gonna sing for another tramp!? Yeah!? Then have it!” You threw the guitar out of your room.

As the sound of something breaking just a few steps in front of him. Ran was sure he was crazy, why? Cause he found you hotter and hotter by the second.

Baji :

❥ Oh boy. Managing to leash this one, how did you do it? Nevermind.

❥ You know what they call him now? A dog even worse than Sanzu. Mikey swears, you were all that was in Baji’s mouth. He didn’t know what the capital city of America is but he knew about the exact time and date you were born.

❥ One look from other people and they would all say the same collective response to his gaze on you. A gaze that said he was addicted to drugs.

❥ And that drug was you. From your sweet smiles that pop out whenever he’d crack a joke about how dumb he was or the sound of your laughter that would ring whenever he did something remotely idiotic on purpose though he makes it look natural.

❥ Everything revolved around you and you didn’t know whether you should be flattered or be concerned about his...obsession¿ towards you.

“Nothing is stopping me from beating the hell out of ya’ b*stard. You should have thought twice before leaking our plans.” Baji said with delirium in his dark eyes. A smile was present, the kind that was always present during his most brutal moments.

Mikey and the others looked away from him, surely nothing could stop him if he said so, so why even bother trying in the first place? Plus, the guy did leak their info for some pocket money. It wasn’t really a loss in Mikey’s opinion.

“No! I’m sorry! I promise! I’m loyal to my dying breath just let me defe- eugh!” He was hit with a punch he had no way of dodging.

“Who let you talk?” Baji uttered spitefully, shaking his aching hand. Though it didn’t really affect him, he hated two-faced people who rely on the shadows to hide their grimy hands. He never wanted a person like this on his side anyways, so might as well enjoy giving a warning to others.

“Excuse me? Is Keisuke Baji here?” ‘damn.’ Everybody who had Baji as a friend cursed as soon as they heard you. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t like they hated you. But Baji just has a tendency to…

“Y/n! You’re here? Wanna see me beat up a traitor! I punch real good I promise” The rest of the founding members facepalmed. He waved his hands around like an idiot as if to get your attention. But instead of greeting him with a smile like you usually do, he was met with a frown.

He held the boy by his shirt’s collar, As your smile dropped his dropped too. He glanced at the boy in confusion, the boy looking back at him with a gaze that said he was even more confused. Then as if a light bulb lit up at the top of his head, Baji opened his mouth to speak.

“Ah! No violence! Got it!” He threw the boy away before making his way towards you, almost skipping before he stopped in front of you.

“Did you perhaps forget?” “Forget what?” “ !!! you were the one who invited me to a date...yet you’re the one who forgot” You pouted, the aura around turning dejected as Baji did his best to cheer you up.

“N- not at all! Psh- Who forgot!? Certainly not me” He tried to persuade, glancing at the others with clenched teeth to show that he was blaming them. To which Mikey just stared back, just as unamused and Chifuyu flicked the bird at him.

“Should we go now? I’m sure we can still find something to do, the night’s young!” He grabbed your wrist, urging you to run with him to the place he had in mind.

Seemed like bad luck was on his side today as the rain started to pour. He gave you his jacket to save you, but even that was now soaked. He looked really embarrassed and though you would’ve comforted him, he didn’t realize you were wearing heels. And that he made you run in them.

Taking them off, you faced Baji with a smile. A contrast to his slightly worried gaze. Though it didn’t seem like much he had his hand above you to stop any drop of rain from coming in contact with your eyes.

“I don’t really mind if you fight. You can still do it, I’m not stopping you. Just don’t let anyone hit you or your pretty face” Your hand grazed his cheek before pulling his hand away from your head.

You took it in your hand as Baji looked at you like you were truly an angel he didn’t deserve.

“Marry me.”

“Right now? Um...no.”

“Then in the future!”

“...I’ll think about it…”

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AN: idk if this is last part

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→ female!reader

2 months.

2 agonizing long months since Niragi, your dad and uncle disappeared.

The police closed their case in less than 24 hours after being filed by you, reasoned out that their were no traces of them being kidnapped or murdered.

You felt like giving up as the people who mattered to you left you, until the world decided to test you by placing you in a new world or dimension. Still in your office clothes, you wandered around the city to look for some answers.

But in this world, they were too ignorant to help you, pushing a newbie like you in the first game you played to die first. But slowly, you learned how to manage on your own, just like what your father told you - "One day wel'll part ways and you should know how to manage on your own."

During a Clubs game, there was one player who was kind enough to be your ally - Usagi. Sharing the same feeling and sentiments of how suddenly your father's disappeared and felt as if the world weighed on the both of you. Unsure if ever they'll come back, dead or alive.

"Are you gonna play tonight?" Usagi asks. You nodded your head eagerly, tying your long hair in a neat ponytail.

"Eh? But didn't you played last night?" Usagi asks once more, sitting down on the makeshift couch she made besides you, eyes widening at the cards in your hands - 8 of Hearts, 7 of Clubs, 10 of Diamonds, 5 of Hearts and Ace of Spades.

"All for my father and uncle, remember?" You said, softly sighing before safely tucking them away inside your bag.

When the night falls, Usagi and you walked towards the city proper, making assumptions by judging the facade of each arena on what suit of card would players be playing inside. You were getting picky on which game to play and you knew Usagi was getting tired, apologizing for it, you both entered an apartment complex that had a lot of players waiting by the entrance already.

Your eyes scanned on the faces of each player before stopping and staring at one person, who stared right back at you.

"Dad?" You softly whispered ask. One by one the other players left to enter inside, leaving you and your dad alone. Briskly walking and flung your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"So this is where you've been" You whispered, tears running down your cheeks as he hugged you much tighter.

"Meet me here when the game ends" He says but before he could walk away, you held his arm tightly.

"Are you walking away? Let me stick with you!" You begged, staring at your father with your eyes blood shot. It pained Aguni to see you crying but with a nod of his head it made you stop.

As the game started, you listened to your father analyze the tagger's body and movements. Before he could make any move, he told you to look for the safezone, handing you a pistol that he brought with him.

On your way to the fourth floor, you heard loud thudding sounds, following the source you found a door slightly opened. Slowly opening it, a man with dyed blonde hair and hoodie suddenly hovered on your top as gun shots were fired.

"I don't go around saving others, consider yourself lucky" He says before getting off you, going back inside the room to take a peak. Glancing at the ticking time on your phone, there was not much left, and it made you anxious. Not ready to die after being reunited with your dad minutes ago.

Unconsciously gripping on the man's hoodie sleeve, you expected for the explosion to come, but it never did. Your eyes opened and immediately ran out of the room.

"Dad! Dad!" You yelled, looking for him until you caught sight of his pants and boots on the first floor, standing above the tagger.

"Dad!" You said, panting as you handed him the pistol back. "If you're here, then does that mean uncle Takeru is here too?"

Aguni nodded his head, his walkie talkie suddenly ringing before he took it out.

"Return to the Beach" The person on the other end said. The name alone made you remember of the host club Takeru worked in, Beach. Clearly remembering how he talked so fondly and passionate about his line of work.

"Did you have any place here?"

You nodded your head slowly. "I made a friend here, kind enough to let me stay with her."

"Grab your stuff there, I'll drive" Without saying anything, you followed him out. You weren't so sure how cars are able to function in this place, but you didn't questioned about it. As you returned to the building you and Usagi hid, you took your backpack and left a note before running down the stairs and climbing back to the car.

It was a long ride, wherever your dad was driving you to, looking out the window, you caught a glimpse of a hotel that was brightly lit, red spray paint etched the words "Beach".

Parking the car, you noticed a few people sitting by the hood of another car, holding guns in their hands. Aguni noticed your hesitation to come out of the car, and silently he spoke, "you're safe here"

The militants, as your dad called them, were fairly nice to you. Offering to guard and accompany you around the new place you're in, noticing a few people tense at the sight of them and giving you confused looks.

"Oi, who do you have over there?"

You knew who that voice belonged to, and it became clear to you that he was transported into this world as well. Turning around, you came face to face with Niragi, a rifle slinging on his shoulder.

"Y/N..."

Dropping the bag in your hand, you ran up to him and immediately pulled you closer to him, hugging you tightly in his arms. Tears fell down on your tired eyes, slipping through your cheeks and staining his black and white shirt.

With his nose buried in your hair, Niragi's inhaled the sweet scent he loves, heart racing as he couldn't believe that you're here. But you being in this place made his life purpose change. Suddenly, he remembered the reputation he had built himself here and almost dropped you on the floor.

"I gotta go" He said, walking away. You were confused about his sudden behavior, one moment he was happy and now leaving you alone. Staring at his back figure as he walks away, you wondered to yourself, was he really happy to see you?

[yoonia]

❥ Replies for “slow dancing ● chapter vii”

@freyawreya:

Crying its hitting all the feels!! Can't believe JK would do that he just so good 😫 😩 OC better make Joon go thru hell before getting together cuz he needs to feel the pain 😤😤 Cant wait for the next chpt

Forgive me for making you cry. As I have mentioned, Namjoon won’t have it easy lol

@blushingatyou​​:

Ngl I teared up. Truly hurting for jk and oc. At the end of the day jk made the right choice: they are soulmates, literally bound to each other. I know Namjoon and oc still don’t know each other very well so he might be a bit distant just to be kind, but I still don’t know how to feel about the way he interacts with oc. I’m sorta glad he’s giving her space tho. I’ll be tuning in for the next chapter!

This is so true. Both of them barely know each other. They never got the chance to thanks to Namjoon himself tho. We’ll see how things go on the next chapter as they now have the chance to get to know each other a bit better (without JK distracting them lol) 

@yhern05​​:

😭😭😭😭

I’m right here with you 😭😭

@piecesofapril11​​:

Omg I want Jk back. That was too painful. And Namjoon sounds like an insensitive jerk. Like I know they’re soulmates but she really loves JK. Give her some time dude.

Okay I should not say jerk. I take that back. But Namjoon is being possessive.

Yes, that comment from Namjoon was a bit out of place and untimely placed. but he has his reasons for it. we’ll see more into Namjoon and Jungkook’s thoughts on the next one :) 

@sumzysworld​:

I was most terrified of how you'd handle this transition...trust me when it brought tears to my eyes

Is it wrong if I’m enjoying how emotional everyone is getting? lmao I wasn’t sure how this chapter was going to turn out but this was needed, so here we are T^T

@havetaeminforbreakfast​:

The chapter we've all been waiting for 😭😭😭😭 idk if I'm sad or... I'M DEVASTATED

I suppose we all have been waiting for this to happen 😭 I don’t think anyone was truly ready tho

@shaybeans​​:

I don't know who am i rooting for... Being in love is so intense.. it's more powerful than "s.o you're meant to be with".. hopefully, joon will show some good personality traits cuz damn he sounds like a villain, and i seriously don't think OC would be happy with him like this.. sorry i was just speaking my mind.. i really love all your writing.. and i decided to be an active reader and leave a comment hehe.. now I'm going to work heartbroken from this chapter/j

ah I’m so sorry, I hope you were able to focus at work after this one. I guess we haven’t seen what is going on with Namjoon and what he was thinking. I agree that being in love feels more intense and we’ve seen how OC was with JK. We’ll just have to see how OC is going to deal being left with Namjoon now :) 

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Soulmate Nayeon

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— Soulmate

/ˈsōl ˌmāt/

noun

— One person ideally suited to another, who can always make you smile, Who shares your hopes, dreams and passions. Unity of persons destined to be together, two bodies, one soul.

— Backstory

— In a world full of soulmates unknown to each other, Nayeon was one of the few lucky ones who were chosen to have a means of connection to their soulmate. Hers was quite different from the others though. The others had special marks that were identical to their soulmate, sometimes the others could see colors when they were near their soulmate. But Nayeon was a different case. Her connection was related to music.

— Ever since Nayeon's Childhood, she was able to hear songs and someone singing in her head. And it was confusing to her. Who was this person? Was it all just a product of her imagination?? This went on everyday of her life. She sang along most of the time, she and the voice created so many duets and such beautiful harmonies, but when she reached adulthood, the singing became less. She still heard songs and singing from time to time, but not as often as before. It's as if something happened to the voice, it just vanished, and when it did reappear, it sounded full of rage, pain, and sorrow.

— Nayeon couldn't sit by and just wait for the voice to make an appearance again. She went looking for answers, and she did get answers from a simple fortune teller. The voice that Nayeon always heard was her soulmate. And that she shouldn't be worried, her soulmate just had a change of life. But he was still alive and well. But Nayeon got more than what she was searching for. The fortune teller said she'd meet her soulmate in a certain cafè. Which is what led Nayeon to keep waiting for him when she could.

— About Nayeon

— Her full name is Im Nayeon, and her nickname is Nayeonie.

— She's 5'4.

— She works as a theater actress and a part time designer.

— She's really sweet and can be clingy when she's comfortable with you (especially if you're her soulmate.)

— She loves inviting her friends to her theater performances.

— Absolutely loves and adores music and acting, will most definitely sing you to sleep every night.

— Is able and will compose songs for you on every occasion that takes place. Valentines, birthdays, anniversaries, you name it.

— Reminders

— For nsfw settings, Nayeon is a sub lean switch. She will only dom if she's comfortable with you.

— Her safeword is Aria, please respect it and she will respect yours.

— Nayeon will not participate in anything involving, piss or feet.

— Before doing nsfw please state your age, minors will not be allowed to do nsfw.

— How to activate

— Message Nayeon first with your Name, age, if you'd like nsfw or not, kinks, hard no's, safeword and a plot.

— To deactivate, message Nayeon [STOP] and admin will confirm before terminating your chat. You cannot get her back once terminated.

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