#(Chuuya realising that Dazai looks good in his hat)

[dailynakaharachuuya]

Skktober day 10: Hats

[venomdol]

Bsd Characters as your boyfriend headcanons

Featuring: Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Akutagawa Rensuke, Atsushi Nakajima

Chuuya Nakahara

At first he kept denying it when he was falling for you.

When he finally realised it, bro went full gentlemen to you.

Would let you wear his coat whenever you're cold.

You sometimes braid his hair in the morning.

Of course he'd always act like he didn't like it

But he did.

Expect him coming to your door in the middle of the night to take you out on a motorcycle date.

Gets REALLY cheesy when drunk.

"Ngh... I'm the luckiest man in the entire world because of you..."

I recommend dating him. He's definitely a green flag.

Osamu Dazai

If he ever finds out he has a crush on you, he would not hide it.

Persistent as hell

And that's what led to you dating him.

Would actually keep all his problems to himself.

Like whenever you are worried about him, he'd always put a smile in front of you just to not get you worried.

Always talks about double suicide.

But like he would never actually have the heart to see you die because of him

Sweet nicknames like 'Belladonna' or 'princess'

Isn't really jealous about most things.

But if he sees a guy flirting with you or making you uncomfortable...

Yeah, things won't end well with the guy.

I don't really recommend him much, but I believe he'd be a good boyfriend.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

If he ever has a crush on you, he'd manipulate you to like date him.

Yandere tendencies .

Would prefer a submissive girl.

Even though he gives out yandere vibes, he's also pretty romantic at times.

Would let you wear his hat.

Kisses your neck while you're sitting on his lap.

Would teach you how to play the cello.

Says seductive things on russian to tease you.

"Я не могу поверить, что одного предложения достаточно, чтобы ты промок."

It's mostly hard to surprise him since he can always read your emotions.

Sorry, but I do not recommend it. He'd mostly manipulate you and stuff...

Akutagawa Rensuke

You were the first one to confess your feelings.

You guys give of 'She fell first, he fell harder'

Would be embarrassed in showing affection in public.

Pretty blunt when it comes to romance.

Would use cuddling as a way to releive stress.

Actually pretty possessive.

Will kill anyone who looks at you too long.

Would secretly like it if you praised him for something he did.

Again, he's extremely jealous and possessive.

Would act like he doesn't care about you.

But he actually does.

Has a soft spot for you.

Atsushi Nakajima

When you guys firts started dating he was VERY awkward.

"Uhm... should we hold hands?"

But got pretty used to it.

His favorite activity is definitely cuddling.

Can clean like a househusband.

Will love having you pet his hair.

Cheaper dates because he's broke.

He doesn't really get jealous since he can barely tell when someone is flirting.

Random surprise hugs.

Would actually cry if you say you love him.

Please give him lots of kisses.

Would accidently push you off the bed.

And take the blankets.

[user-zvs]

watching from a distance

pt 2

pt 1 here!

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IN WHICH you, chuuya and dazai have a threesome to teach you a lesson.

tw: threesome?, penetration (M), degradation, slapping, pet names, small mention of blood.

*when the smut starts play fashion by Britany Manson*

"I called chuuya here, hope you don-" Dazai chimed in remembrance. You shot up and stared at him with a confused and shocked expression.

"SO you knew where he was and still came? fuck you Dazai." you scoffed before realisation hit on what he said, making you rush to get dressed. "What are we rushing for?" Dazai said standing up.

"Chuuya will fucking kill us! we gotta-" You stated, before you could finished Chuuya kicked the room door open. You awkwardly smile as an attempt to make things better, didn't work. Chuuya walked straight towards you and looked you up and sighed in relief.

"Thank god you're safe, and you fuckface." The ginger directed his gazed to the taller man before shoving Dazai with full force. They fall ontop of eachother before chuuya socked him in the face.

SMUT AHEAD!

"Didn't I tell you t-" Chuuya barks before Dazai cut him off with a kiss that chuuya accepted. Dazai's hand groped Chuuya's ass as they broke from the kiss as Chuuya quickly removed his tops.

You yanked Chuuya off of Dazai, causing them to look at you in confusion.

"Since when were you gay?" You laughed as you watched him remove his pants. Your laughter stopped as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, shoving you onto the bed. You watch him pull his boxers down, his dick springing out.

One thing you and Dazai know about Chuuya is that he's got an amazing dick, from experience. "Open your legs, slut." He demands. Your legs spread through muscle memory, his hands go to grip your hips as your lower half dangles off the bed.

His dick slowly dives into your cunt, making you bite your lip. His hips moving at a slow yet pleasurable pace, You feel him pick up the pace and his grip more harsh.

Deep moans could be heard mixed into yours, Which was obviously Dazai. He stroked his dick as he watched you get fucked into oblivion, this pissed Chuuya off. He slapped your face with medium force, making your head turn as he gripped your jaw harshly.

"Look over there again, filthy whore." He groans. His hand moves from your jaw to your neck as his lips crash into yours, his thrust become sloppy. You moan into his mouth as he kissed you roughly and his grip on your body tightens. "Chuuya~" you whine, he pulls out and stokes his dick as he came on you. He was edging you on purpose, as a torture mechanism.

Chuuya places his hat on your head before Dazai grabbed him and made out with him. You watched as the two men made out, Dazai was jerking Chuuya off before bending him over.

Chuuya's head was in a pillow, Moaning as Dazai was slowly thrusting into his ass. Dazai slapped Chuuya's ass as he licked the blood off his lips, rubbing and groping Chuuya's ass.

You were turned on watching them fuck. You stuck out your hand far enough for Dazai's spit to land on it, which it did. Your hand went to your cunt, rubbing circles as Dazai watched you play with yourself. Chuuya's muffled moans mixed in with yours as your hand plunged into your sopping cunt.

"Come on, your darling girl wants to hear your pretty moans Chuuya. Good boy~" Dazai teased. He pulled Chuuya's hair, making Chuuya more visible. His moans and groans bounced off the walls.

"Fuck Dazai~" Chuuya groaned, his moans got slutier seeing you play with yourself wearing his hat. You creamed on your fingers and huffed, Chuuya signaled you to come closer.

You scooted closer, Chuuya's lips instantly went to your soaking pussy. His tounge swirled around your clit, spit and cum pooled around his chin as he licked away. Your back arched as your hand gripped his hair, you pathetically attempt to grind on his face.

"Ngh~ Chuuya faster~" You whined, the vibration of his moans send shivers up your spine. Eyes rolled back as his fingers start to thrust into you as he ate you out. You came on his face, his nose and lower covered in your fluids and Chuuya cums on the sheets as he quivers as the overstimulation.

Dazai pulls out and strokes himself, shooting ropes on Chuuya's thighs as Chuuya lied on his back. Dazai leans to make out with Chuuya, he tries to pull away but Chuuya bites his lips making him groan.

"I don't care we had a threesome, no more kissing my girlfriend." Chuuya warned, Dazai put his arm up before kissing Chuuyas cheek. The blood from his lip staining Chuuya's pale freckled cheek.

Chuuya leaned to kiss you, making you taste the blood of Dazai's pretty lips. You felt him bite your lip hard as well, making you draw blood.

"Don't think this'll become a normal thing dear." He said before lying down. You licked the blood before lying on your side. You kind of missed this, sleeping with Dazai and Chuuya.

"I love you." Chuuya whispered in your ear, making you giggle.

tags: @itzashlyn123 @cassymassy90000 @dazaisusedcumsock

IM PROUD OF THIS

[neontoad]

“Chuuya Is a Sore Loser” needs a special edition, Dazai thinks one day, a genius prank idea brewing in his head. He’s not gonna lie - he’s really proud of this plan. He’s the best strategist of the Port Mafia for a reason - and his talents span further than planning missions. 

Step one - install a hidden camera in Chuuya’s kitchen.

Step two - get Chuuya drunk on some shitty wine and watch him embarrass himself, every single bit of his drunken delirium caught on tape. 

Step three - send the video to everyone in the Port Mafia and have a good laugh. With the nature of the prank, he won’t even have to bother with printing the newsletter out. Saving trees AND humiliating the hat rack? 

Sounds like a perfect plan. 

Installing the camera is a piece of cake - Dazai had messed with Chuuya’s apartment so many times, that he’d probably be able to do it in the dark with his eyes closed. 

Luckily, Chuuya immediately agrees to Dazai’s proposal to come over with a bottle of wine, his text message read and answered within seconds. Silly slug - he makes it so easy. Too easy, even. 

Just to be sure the plan works out, Dazai shows up with two bottles. He knows Chuuya has a very low alcohol tolerance, but it’s better to be safe than sorry, right?

After the third glass, Chuuya’s cheeks get all red, a sure sign that he’s almost had a little bit too much. With his brows furrowed and speech slurred he already looks hilarious, but Dazai just knows it’s about to get even funnier. What is Chuuya going to do today? Dance to some obscure Eurodance music? Sing anime openings from the 90s? Tell some trashy story from his Sheep days?

Dazai has no idea and it makes him vibrate with excitement. He glances at the camera and pours some more wine into Chuuya’s glass. He takes a sip and puts the glass on the table with a loud thud. 

The show is about to start, Dazai thinks triumphantly. 

Chuuya makes a strange sound and Dazai giggles internally - seems like the Port Mafia will have the pleasure of seeing the “best” martial artist, the gravity manipulator Nakahara Chuuya throwing up all over his kitchen floor. Perfect. 

Another sound escapes Chuuya’s mouth. And another one. And another, until Dazai, to his horror, realises that Chuuya is sobbing, his shoulders jerking up and down, tears streaming down his red face as he desperately tries to wipe them away. 

“I have no one,” he wheezes through his tears. “They are all gone.”

Dazai takes another glance at the camera, immediately looking back at Chuuya. His eyes are red, his hair sticks to his wet cheeks, and the look in his eyes is eerily unnerving. It’s so raw that it looks like Chuuya can see right through him. Dazai opens his mouth but no sound leaves his mouth. What can he even say?

“I only have you, shitty Dazai,” Chuuya sobs. “You are the only person I have left. Don’t you leave me, too.”

The breakdown as well as the excessive amounts of wine seem to have drained Chuuya of the last of his energy. With his head on the kitchen table, he falls asleep, soft hiccups interrupting his even breathing. 

For a few minutes, Dazai sits still, watching Chuuya’s back go up and down, his wailing still ringing in his ears: “You are the only person I have left”.

He takes the camera and turns it off. 

Chuuya is way too heavy to be carried all the way to the bedroom, so Dazai lays him on the couch in the living room and covers him with a blanket. Tiptoeing around the kitchen, he cleans up, places a glass of water on the coffee table and quietly leaves. 

When Dazai gets home, he breaks the SD card in half. 

He doesn’t sleep that night.

The next day Chuuya doesn’t show up to work. The Port Mafia meetings are even more boring without him, and Dazai wonders if he should go and check on him. 

He doesn’t. 

Chuuya is back the following day. It’s as clear as a day that he tries his best to avoid Dazai, and when he can’t, he averts his gaze and doesn’t react to a single taunt Dazai throws at him. 

Naturally, Dazai comes to Chuuya’s apartment in the evening.

Usually, Chuuya throws something at him, or yells abuse, or kicks him down the stairs when Dazai breaks in. This time, Chuuya’s reaction makes Dazai’s blood freeze. 

“Leave me alone,” he whispers, his face full of horror and… shame?

Dazai takes a step forward.

“Leave me alone,” Chuuya stubbornly says again, stepping back. “Or I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

Unfazed by the empty threats, Dazai crosses the room and looks into Chuuya’s eyes. He can still see the flames hiding in them behind the crippling shame, and he has to admit that the raging fire looks gorgeous with icy blue, contradiction as bright as Chuuya himself. 

“Lea-”

Dazai cuts him short, wrapping his arms around Chuuya’s shoulders and pulling him close, instantly feeling the tension in Chuuya’s body disappear as he slowly raises his arms and wraps them around Dazai’s waist. 

He doesn’t know how long this moment lasts — it could be seconds. Minutes. Centuries. All he knows is that it’s more than enough time to say what he wants to say without using any words. 

Although… There is something that he’d like Chuuya to hear.  

Chuuya’s hair smells of peppermint, and when Dazai leans down to Chuuya’s ear, he thinks that it might easily become his new favourite smell.

“I’m not leaving you.”

Thank you for reading! Nezu on twt made the loveliest artwork for this little story, make sure to check it out!

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗘

Oneshot: Just one movie night with them [Dazai x reader x chuuya [pm era]] Genre: General fluff A/N: Cries →Masterlist

It was a calm and quiet evening at the Port Mafia, a rare occurrence considering the usual chaos that surrounded its parameter, but tonight, however, seemed to be a special night - a movie night. You had suggested the idea to Dazai and Chuuya, hoping that a peaceful evening together might bridge the gap between the two and that you three could hangout again.

The continuous missions had drained everyone out, and the best way to chill while having peace was having a movie night, or so you thought.

As dusk settled in, you found yourself in your own room, setting up a cozy movie-watching space. Pillows and blankets were across the floor, and a variety of snacks were artfully arranged on the coffee table which resisted at the side of the room. The room was dimly lit, creating an ambiance perfect for relaxation.

Dazai strolled in with his characteristic nonchalant grin, hands in his pockets. "Ah, my dear Y/N, what a splendid idea you've had. A movie night, how utterly delightful."

Chuuya followed shortly after, his hat slightly askew. He crossed his arms, eyeing the setup with a mix of curiosity and scepticism. "Hmph. You better not have chosen some sappy romance flick, or I'm out of here."

A sudden realisation hit Dazai and Chuuya as they both eyed each other, looking at you and then seeing each other again, as you stood akwardly with a bowl of popcorn in your arms waiting for the two to stop giving each other looks.

You chuckled, feeling a mix of nerves and questionability, as you break the silence, "Don't worry, Chuuya. I've picked a movie that I think we will enjoy."

Chuuya murmured something under his breath as he comes close to you, taking the bowl of popcorn you held, while he procedded to seat himself at the egde of the makeshift tent you made to watch the movie.

Nothing but silence engulfed the place as you sat down in the middle of the duo, Dazai on your right, and chuuya on your left.

As everything was finally settled down, you started the movie. Throughout the movie, you found yourself stealing glances at Dazai and Chuuya. Surprisingly, they seemed to be engaged, sharing amused smirks at the humorous moments.

A sudden jumpscare in the movie caused you to jump where you resisted, causing Dazai whose head laid on your lap sleeping to jolt awake.

Chuuya couldn't help but chuckle at the particularly scene, due to which, his drink came through his nose as you laughed your ass off, Dazai joining in, his laughter unexpectedly genuine. You smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment in having a good time even if just for this moment.

As the movie progressed, Dazai's attention seemed to drift toward you. He leaned in, his voice a low murmur only you could hear. "You really do have a way of making the ordinary seem extraordinary, Y/N"

Raising your eyebrow slightly, you whispered back, "Says the one who was asleep for like what? half the movie"

Chuuya, ever observant, shot a glance in your direction, his eyes narrowing playfully. "Hey, you two better not be having a secret conversation over there."

Dazai leaned back, feigning innocence. "Oh, Chuuya, just admiring Y/N's taste in movies."

"Says the one who sleeps throughout it"

You and Chuuya look at each other as you spoke at the same time, as Dazai held his stupid smile, before grabbing the bowl of popcorn from Chuuya only for Chuuya to hold it down with gravity.

You burst out in laughter as Dazai hits the floor, only to realise Dazai never touched the bowl, he slipped over the blanket you had laid at the floor.

As the movie neared its end, you couldn't help but notice the comfortable atmosphere that had settled in. Dazai's carefree charm and Chuuya's gruff exterior seemed to have mellowed in each other's presence.

You lay your head on Chuuya's shoulder, while Dazai tried to sleep on your lap, only for him to pull you away from Chuuya, and making you rest your head on his chest.

"What the fuck bastard-"

"uh ahu uh"

You removed yourself from Dazai's arm before you started to tickle him, and surprisingly, Dazai was a very tickable person.

You and Chuuya gave each other a silent nod, as you head Dazai's leg, while Chuuya held Dazai's arm, before throwing him on the bed and grabbing the nearest pillow, hitting Dazai with the most force you could do.

"That's-" smack "what" smack "you" smack "get" smack "for" "ruining" smack "my time"

The movie was long forgotten, until a loud shriek was heard, only for you three to turn your head towards the TV screen which played the movie.

The credits rolled, as you three stretched lazily. Chuuya shot you a rare smile. "Well, Y/N, I must admit, this wasn't a bad idea. Thanks."

Dazai chimed in, his smile equally genuine. "Indeed, , you've managed to create an evening of unexpected harmony. It would be perfect if you-"

"Shut the fuck up you maniac"

"Says the one who-"

As the night wound down, you felt a sense of contentment. Even if this movie night had never served as a purpose in bridging the gap between Dazai and Chuuya, you had your fun. And even if it didn't change everything, it was a memory you would always cherish - a night of laughter, bonding, and the start of something new.

"OH MY GOD DAZAI CHUUYA'S GONNA KILL YOU WHEN HE WAKES UP"

A/N 2: Tossing screaming while writing this oneshot cause holy shit this image of chuuya flashed my mind

A/N 3: Not the recent episode but also i have 0 proofread this

[yokohamapound]

HIHIHI

Can I request Chuuya and kunikida with a s/o who likes to braid or style their hair??🤭 I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT SM HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY(or night!!)

How did you know long-haired pretty boys are my weakness? :D

Characters: Kunikida Doppo, Nakahara Chuuya

Contents: gn!reader, brushy-brushy

Kunikida Doppo

Kunikida’s got an interesting style of hair, considering the amount of time and effort he puts into making sure he looks neat and clean all the time. You would think a long underside to his hair would be impractical, but he makes it work. 

I don’t think it’s in his list of attributes for an ideal spouse to enjoy brushing and styling his hair for him, but he was certainly pleasantly surprised the first time you approached him with a brush and a glint in your eye.

He’s so tall he has to sit on a chair while you stand behind him. He sits down patiently, resting his hands on his knees. Kunikida looks almost meditative as you tug the hairtie free and spread his hair across his shoulders. 

Kunikida closes his eyes as you work the comb through his hair, running your fingers after it. Not only does it feel good, it manages to slow his ever-marching thoughts down to a stroll.

He might be in constant pursuit of his ideals, but he knows when to stop and appreciate a moment. You taking time out of your day to lavish a little bit of care on him is definitely worth savouring. 

Because most of his hair is short, you’ll be somewhat limited in what you can do with it. You can mostly braid the long strands or put them in a ponytail, but he will dutifully wear whatever style you choose for him that day.

I’m afraid he may object to wearing hairclips. 

He likes those springy, phone-cord ties since they don’t pull on his hair, and the poor, gullible fool has worn a scrunchie to the office at your behest a few times. Dazai was most amused. 

Kunikida: “Shows what you know, Dazai. It decreases the risk of traction baldness in men.”

Dazai: “It also makes you look totally rad!” 

Nakahara Chuuya

Okay, you only need to take one look at Chuuya to realise he’s fussy about his hair. His style is…complicated, to say the least. As with the rest of his style, he’s definitely cultivated it to go along with his look. 

He puts up a couple of token complaints the first time you start trying to brush his hair, but it doesn’t take him long to realise he enjoys it. The feeling of your fingers running across his scalp is damn near enough to send him falling asleep. 

Chuuya does feel a little twitchy about you sitting behind him. Not because he doesn’t trust you—it’s those hard-earned street rat/mafioso instincts, but he gets over it. 

Sorry, you won’t be putting any cute bobbles or barrettes in his hair, but you might get away with a couple of black bobby pins here and there. He might not even notice if they’re round the back. 

He used to tie his hair in a little ponytail at the nape of his neck but I’m happy to tell you he also looks great with a high ponytail. Although he does wonder why so many people are staring at his neck now—is his choker crooked? Sadly, he won’t wear it for long because it interferes with his hat. 

Yeah, he’ll let you braid the long bit that falls over his shoulder, and he’ll punch the lights out of anyone who has anything to say about it. 

Expect lots of sarcastic comments, though.

“What am, your stylin’ head?”

“If you pull it, I’m smackin’ your ass with the brush, dollface.”

[starlightshadowsworld]

Moonlit blues

Based on my post about Chuuya meeting Atsushi as a kid, both them being apart of the Sheep until Chuuya left to join the Mafia.

Thinking Atsushi had been killed.

Dazai grinned bouncing into Chuuya's apartment "Heeey Chuuuuyyya~!" What can he say, he was bored and Chuuya was good for free entertainment.

"Go away asshole!"

That made Dazai pause, the wording was normal but the delivery was off. Not to mention that Chuuya's voice was hoarse.

Like he'd been crying.

Following his voice to his room, Dazai looked at the sight before him. The lights were off, the moon enveloping the room in a bright glow.

Chuuya had his back to him, facing the window.

There was a bottle of wine in his hand, his hat was on his bedside and was holding what looked like a picture frame in his other hand.

"Chuuya?" Dazai frowns, he's never seen Chuuya look so... Vulnerable.

Even when the other was being interrogated by Mori and imobolised by cubes, he had been as cocky and sharp as ever.

Now? Now he looked so fragile that Dazai was afraid a gust of wind could shatter him.

"I said go away!" Choked up Chuuya, turning to face him. Dazai had seen Chuuya's face turn red on many occasion.

He was easy to fluster and anger, Chuuya wore his emotions on his sleeve more often than not.

But Dazai had never seen him cry.

He decided he hated it, hated seeing Chuuya look so hurt and upset.

Gently, Dazai reached out and brushed his tears with his thumb. Looking his partner in the eye "who did this to you?" He didn't care who, he'd kill them a thousand times.

Chuuya let out a mix of a chuckle and a sob.

"It's my fault."

Dazai highly doubted that but let him talk. Sitting beside him as he did so. Chuuya took a deep breathe, trying to compose himself.

"Do you remember the day we met?" Dazai nodded, he would remember that day for the rest of his life. "I was with the Sheep, and they were like family to me.

They took me in when I had nothing... But their was someone there who was like, no he was my little brother."

Chuuya paused, drinking some of his wine before carrying on. "He was 9 when I met him, skinny little shrimp." It said a lot about the situation that Dazai didn't tease him for calling someone else a shrimp.

"He stole my lunch, didn't even realise it at first." Snorted Chuuya, amusement in his eyes that danced with greif. "Must've been terrified when he realised." Said Dazai.

Chuuya nodded "oh yeah, he said sorry so many times until I split it with him. From there we were best friends."

He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "Got him into the Sheep so I could protect him." Chuuya looks down at the photo "lotta good that did" he mumbles.

Dazai squeezed his shoulder in comfort and Chuuya rested his head against his shoulder. "I don't regret joining the Port Mafia" the I unsaid 'I don't regret meeting you' hung in the air between them.

"But" coaxed Dazai.

"But, because of it they killed him." Finished Chuuya, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks.

Dazai often questioned whether he had a heart. He almost wished he didn't because watching Chuuya's break, made his shatter.

This kid had meant a lot to him, still did.

Part of him wanted to ask, to know more about the kid and what had happened. To get every last piece of information about him.

The rest of him pushed that aside and held his partner in his arms.

All that mattered to Dazai right now was Chuuya.

"The moon, reminds me of him so...." Says Chuuya quietly, looking at the moon and to the photograph that he showed Dazai.

Dazai looked at it, seeing a boy with snow white hair and a single black streak. His eyes were bright yellow and purple.

The boys clothes were ones Dazai knew at once had belonged to Chuuya, hanging off his slender frame.

But what truly got his attention was his smile that was nothing but warm and kind.

"Funny thing is... He protected me just as much I took care of him." Said Chuuya softly, "

Dazai could see that. He sent a promise to the skies, hoping it reached the boy wherever he was.

So that he could rest easy knowing Chuuya was being taken care of.

Chuuya met his gaza like he'd read his mind, rolling his eyes fondly.

"If you really wanna thank him, use his name. It's Atsushi, Atsushi Nakajima."

Dazai grinned, pretending to write it down and delighting at the snort he got in response.

Rest easy Atsushi Nakajima, I've got him from here.

And that would be their tradition, to spend the full moon together so that Chuuya didn't have to deal with it alone.

Unfortunately, Atsushi never got the message. Because unknown to both he was very much alive.

[tklpilled]

again and again and again

i.

not to brag, but dazai is good at a lot of things. he won’t quite say he’s the best at it all, but he’s nearly an executive for a reason. dazai takes great pleasure in the fact that, at the top of the list of “things he’s exceptionally great at”, annoying chuuya nakahara is first. he’s always coming up with more ways to mess with him, and you can’t blame him—chuuya gets so pissed and it’s so fun to make him mad. often, these things involve stealing chuuya’s things, like his hat or the belongings that dazai can find around the redhead’s apartment when he’s not there. 

a new idea pops into his mind one day, one that he’s rather excited to try out. he’s seen chuuya’s friends jab him in the side as he flinches and shoves them off, a smile tugging at his lips before it’s taken over by a scowl. dazai can’t not take notice of it. it’s the perfect idea, really; chuuya gets annoyed and dazai gets to torture him. 

“chuuya!” he coos, throwing his arms around his shorter partner. 

“get off of me,” chuuya grumbles, pushing at his arms, but dazai holds on tighter.

“chibi’s so mean,” whines dazai, dramatically burying his face in chuuya’s shoulder. he brings his arms down to chuuya’s waist, giving it a few squeezes and trying to play it off as an accident. he’s just experimenting, after all.

chuuya jumps, but has no other reaction. “go away.”

well, that won’t work. dazai gives up on subtlety—not that he had much to begin with—and wriggles his fingers into chuuya’s sides, above his hips.

chuuya squeals this time, hands shooting down to grab dazai’s wrists. “wh-whahat the hehehell?”

so chuuya really is ticklish. this will be very fun.

he wanders up to chuuya’s ribs, kneading into them, and since chuuya is trapped in his arms he has no choice but to just laugh. 

dazai is still pressed into his shoulder. “poor chuuya,” he hums. “you’re so giggly, it can’t be good. maybe i should tickle all the giggles out of you.”

chuuya squeaks, sounding all high pitched now. “shihihit, stop ihit! i’ll k-kill y—dazahai!”

dazai smirks, digging his thumbs into the soft parts of chuuya’s hips, earning loud cackles as chuuya squirms desperately in his grasp. 

“i swehehehear!” wails chuuya, but whatever he’s swearing is lost to a stream of snorts and wild laughter. 

“cute,” dazai murmurs.

“hah?”

ah. he didn’t mean to say that aloud—hell, when did he start thinking that at all?

he squeezes chuuya’s hips again in the hopes that he’ll forget about it. 

ii.

it isn’t that dazai never noticed before; with all of his staring, how could he not? but it’s only in the summer, when he and chuuya are spending a bit of time in the sun, that he decides to point them out. they’re becoming more obvious.

“chuuya has freckles.”

chuuya glares up at him. “yeah? what about them?”

dazai doesn’t answer him, just continues voicing his thoughts. “lots of them.” they’re scattered all over chuuya’s cheeks and across the bridge of his nose, and although he can’t see them now dazai knows that they trail down to his shoulders. 

he gets the urge to touch them.

“hey, asshole! what are you—”

dazai reaches out, cupping chuuya’s face in his hand and running the tip of his thumb over the freckles on his cheeks. chuuya falters and falls silent, and dazai feels the warmth in his face beneath his hand before he sees it turn red. he’s not sure why chuuya’s blushing. 

“b-bastard. cut it out,” chuuya stammers, looking to the ground after a few moments of eye contact. dazai doesn’t want to stop, though. he keeps tracing chuuya’s cheek, and he’s not doing anything to keep him there but chuuya doesn’t make a move to get away. they’re so close, dazai realises, when did their faces get so close? 

“that tickles, asshole,” chuuya mumbles. dazai says nothing, but he curls his fingers where they rest at his jawline. chuuya scrunches his shoulder up, flashing the sweetest smile dazai’s ever seen. it’s gone in an instant, but in that instant dazai has decided he wants to see more. he lightly tickles across chuuya’s neck and there’s that dumb smile again, this time paired with even sweeter giggles and it makes dazai’s chest swell. 

chuuya manages to last a couple minutes before he finally grabs dazai’s hand and pulls it away. he glares at dazai, still smiling, still holding his hand—they’re holding hands, and it’s making dazai feel warm.

he’s quick to pull his hand out of chuuya’s grip.

iii.

dazai doesn’t really have a past to speak of. he met a member of the mafia, joined said mafia, and now he’s here. that’s all anyone needs to know and that’s all that really matters, because there wasn’t much of anything before that. so, between his lack of human interaction before and now being a dangerous mafioso, no one is affectionate with him and no one ever has been for as long as he can remember. there’s chuuya, but that’s less affection and more dazai clinging to him to be annoying; there’s nothing more to it than that.

point is, dazai doesn’t receive any physical touch and he never has. so when chuuya asked if he was ticklish, he didn’t mean to lie. 

he just didn’t know.

“not ticklish my ass,” huffs chuuya as he pins dazai’s wrists to the bed with one hand, the other clawing at his ribs.

“chuuya!” is all dazai can cry out, because the sensations are clouding his mind too much to come up with anything proper. he’s almost convinced to stop tickling chuuya so much if it’s this embarrassing—but the keyword here is almost. the more sensible side of him wants to tickle chuuya even more now, knowing just how embarrassing it is. “it—” dazai turns and hides his face in his arm. “ihit tihihickles!”

he knows it’s stupid to say, even before chuuya snorts at it, but all he can focus on is how bad it is. he didn’t think it would make him feel so helpless. it’s not even just the tickling, either; that’s most of it, but the fact that chuuya is pinning his wrists, kneeling over him, looking at him with such a flustering smirk—dazai can’t form a coherent thought no matter how hard he tries.

he’s given up trying to deny his feelings. instead, he’s moved on to ignoring them. it works well most of the time, but. fuck. 

“chuuya—sohomewhere ehehelse!” he pleads, tugging weakly at his arms. chuuya laughs, but he’s nice enough to move away from his ribs. his kindness doesn’t last, though, because he moves to dazai’s stomach and it’s somehow worse.

he’s giggling now, all stupid and childlike. he hates it. “st-stohohop!” he wails, and chuuya does.

“i was only getting started,” sighs chuuya as he releases dazai’s hands, but he doesn’t let him up, staying where he is.

dazai wraps his arms around his torso protectively. “y-yohou—i don’t have stamina like you do.”

chuuya grins. “maybe i should tickle you more. build up your tolerance.”

dazai can feel heat creeping down his neck as he shoves chuuya off and sits up. “i’ll kill you,” he says, but the next time chuuya tries to tickle him, he lets him.

iv.

chuuya is drunk.

again.

his tolerance is absolute shit for how much wine he buys. dazai’s learned to deal with it by now. it isn’t too bad, his speech slightly slurred and cheeks flushed, but not much more. dazai’s dealt with worse. 

he’s managed to drag chuuya back to his apartment, and he’s now trying to convince him to sleep. he knows chuuya’s schedule now, and he has to work the next night. he’s been trying to explain this for a few minutes now but chuuya is still very much awake.

dazai can’t help but sigh. he’s dealt with chuuya when he was passed out, cleaning the blood and dirt off of him after corruption and bandaging him up—and despite his size, chuuya is heavy when he’s unconscious. it was still easier than this is turning out to be.

he eventually decides he’s had enough and grabs chuuya by the waist, preparing to take him to his bed by force. chuuya squeaks, and it’s so cute it almost makes dazai forget about the reason why he does it in the first place.

“chibi’s still ticklish,” he murmurs mostly to himself, tightening his hold around chuuya and pressing his fingers into his sides. chuuya gasps and squirms and bursts into happy giggles and oh, wow, dazai thinks his heart might explode. he rests his chin on chuuya’s head and lets chuuya laugh into his chest and it reminds him of when they were sixteen.

“mmmph—dahazai!” chuuya whines.

dazai smiles, although chuuya can’t see. “maybe if you’d listened to me.”

chuuya only whines more at that but nothing else. dazai figured out early on that chuuya never hated when he tickled him; he’s observant, and chuuya wasn’t very good at hiding it anyway. he supposes some things never change.

“fihine, i-i’ll go, dammit! yohou’re such an—hic—ahasshole!” 

dazai lets up at that. tickling him would be a good way to tire him out to make sure he actually goes to bed, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm him. chuuya’s nearly passed out now anyways, so dazai drags him to bed with little cooperation. chuuya is asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

dazai smiles fondly. chuuya’s always looked so peaceful when he sleeps. when he’s awake he’s always on edge, or at least has the hint of a scowl, but now there’s not a trace of any of that. dazai has the horribly overwhelming urge to kiss him.

he brushes chuuya’s hair out of the way and softly presses his lips to his forehead, hoping that chuuya really is asleep or at least that he’ll forget it by morning.

[twentytworoses]

SHIN SOUKOKU HOGWARTS AU

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Slytherin, but the hat teased that he could also be a good Gryffindor. This resulted into an argument with the hat about how wrong it is.

Akutagawa is ecstatic when he finds that he's in the same house as Dazai

Akutagawa has a black snake named Rashoumon and he's adorable.

He's been nicknamed "Dazai's shadow" and looks too happy to have it.

One of the big mysteries in Hogwarts is whether Akutagawa is a vampire or not (someone even started a betting pool around it)

Akutagawa is a year older than Atsushi, but two years younger than Dazai.

This poor boy gets pushed around by Dazai a lot, and does his homework for him

Akutagawa is a half-blood, but still occupies pureblood supremacy beliefs. He despises how his blood has been tainted with dirty non-magical.

His prejudice against muggles really stemmed from the mistreatment he and his sibling faced in the orphanage before they ran away.

Akutagawa used to hate Chuuya, mostly because of his half-blood status, but now he begrudgingly respects him for his talents (in actuality, he's just envious that Chuuya is so close to Dazai)

His sibling, Gin, is nonbinary and goes in neutral pronouns and gladly lets them burrow his spare male uniform when they want to.

Nakajima Atsushi

Gryffindor. Atsushi freaked out when he heard the Sorting's hat voice and spent the majority of the sorting questioning how the voice in his head got deeper.

Lucy Montgomery, a redhead he met in the train, went into Gryffindor and Izumi Kyouka, a quiet girl that Atsushi asked to sit with in a compartment, went into Slytherin.

Lucy and Kyouka are presidents of the "Protect Atsushi" club.

Atsushi is raised by his muggle uncle. He doesn't know much about his parents other than they died in a car accident.

On his first day, Atsushi finds someone's legs pulled up, body half submerged in the Black Lake. He thought it was a dead body at first, before he noticed that it was still moving. Immediately, he jumped right in.

("Tsk," the weird boy sneers, "Another failed attempt." Atsushi freezes when the boy turns to him, noticing how utterly displeased he looks. He tenses, preparing for a litany of apologies and arms getting ready to guard him from an attack. It doesn't come, and only finds the boy now staring at him with a guarded expression.)

Atsushi later learns the Slytherin's name is Dazai Osamu, and he wasn't going for a swim like he thought.

("Dazai Osamu?" Kyouka's stoic face falters into a darkened gaze. "Don't consort yourself with the likes of him. He's bad news.")

Atsushi doesn't understand Kyouka's warnings. Dazai doesn't seem dangerous.

After that Lake incident, Dazai talks to Atsushi like they've known each other for years. Lucy is confused. Kyouka is glaring at Dazai. A pale boy in the Slytherin table is glaring at Atsushi meanwhile Atsushi? He's just tired.

MORE SHIN SOUKOKU

Look, Atsushi should've known something is wrong the moment Dazai said he'll help Atsushi with his homework. Because the person who arrived isn't Dazai at all.

("What are you doing here?" "I should be the one asking that! Dazai-san said he'll help me with Charms—" "Dazai said that to me too!" There's a long pause, before they realize what was happening.)

Turns out Akutagawa is bad at Charms, but good at Transfiguration. The exact opposite of Atsushi. They made a mutually beneficial agreement that they'll get along for this one day. Just this day.

Of course it didn't happen, because Atsushi and Akutagawa keep getting into situations together that they can't get out. Which Atsushi realises are all orchestrated by Dazai.

Atsushi is a big fan of Chuuya's flying the first time he watched a game. Shyly, he asks Chuuya to teach him and the redhead obliges. Atsushi is rusty, but he's determined to learn.

Atsushi finds out that Akutagawa had a bad childhood, and it doesn't excuse his behavior at all, but he could understand where his hate for muggles came from.

For the record, Akutagawa and Atsushi aren't similar at all. They aren't so shut up, Dazai.

Akutagawa sees the bruises on Atsushi and figures out why Atsushi prefers to stay in Hogwarts at Christmas.

When Atsushi gets an ugly figurine of a tiger with a letter 'it looks like you' under his desk, he doesn't comment on how the handwriting is very similar to someone he knows.

Jinko is now a prominent nickname and Atsushi hates it. He likes it.

Atsushi no longer talks about the time he took the hit of a dangerous spell for Akutagawa in a fight. He ended up in the hospital wing for a week, and he'd never seen the Slytherin so quiet before. It's a sore topic.

Nothing changes between them after the incident. That's what they want to believe.

"They're really close, huh?" Chuuya muses, watching the Slytherin and Gryffindor argue. Amazed at how they could still be so loud for this long without straining their voices.

Dazai wipes an imaginary tear off his eye. "They remind me of our younger years."

If you want to read the Soukoku Hogwarts Au, here's the link. I might do Fyodor and Nikolai next.

[kittydripuwu]

Headcanons for Chuuya and Dazai of them meeting and falling in love with a pickpocket female (Y/N).

Chuuya/Dazai probably meet her after (Y/N) steals their wallets, and after they realize what happened Chuuya/Dazai then chase after her.

But after getting back their wallets, (Y/N) steals something else from them (Chuuya = his hat, Dazai = his suicide book) and runs off again, with a 😜 look on her face.

thank u for the request! hope you like it <3

dazai and chuuya with a pickpocket female hcs

words - 379

warnings - none

genre - fluff/crack

dazai osamu

- will be confused at first when you steal his wallet

- theres a good chance he wont even realise its u

- but if u aint quick enough

- you'll get chased

- until your legs physically cannot carry u anymore

- dont think u can escape from him cause u cant, hes too smart and knows every quick route and alley in the city a little too well

- ngl he'd probably be a little annoyed about the wallet thing at first

- he'll be like okay?? why tho??

- he'll get it back and not think anything of it

- bUT

- when he sees you do it again but with something different this time

- aka his suicide book

- he'll be all like "you're on" and will go on a whole ass mission to get it back

- his suicide book is important. we all know that.

- "a good book is always good no matter how many time you read it" he'll say when he gets it back

- he'll find it so cute and just <33333

- will start carrying around random things for u to take on purpose

- he'll tackle u down in some alleyway and get it back

- ur gonna have some fun in that alleyway

- he aint gonna let you leave without paying for what you did

- eventually it just becomes a game the two of you play together

- he's also good at it so prepare for ur stuff to be stolen too <3

chuuya nakahara

- probably also wont realise until he wants to buy wine and BOOM wallet gone

- he will hunt whoever did it

- will be prepared to beat tf outta them but when he sees its you he'll just <3_<3

- he will make u float in the air until u give it back if u refuse to

- youll be like "HEY! PUT ME DOWN!!" with the angriest expression >:( PLZ so cute aw

- and he'll just be like "nope"

- he can stand there and use gravity manipulation for as long as he has to

- eventually you'll give it back

- but chuuya babe, dont think this is the end of it

- you'll steal his hat next and wear it

- will find you again and will be pretty angry and frustrated with his stuff constantly being taken

- but when he sees you wearing his hat AW

- will fall in love right there

- honestly he'll probably also make it a game with you eventually

- but he gets an unfair advantage

- aka gravity manipulation

- one touch and ur in the air honey

- if u start takin his coat or clothes and wearing them tho

- he wont even stop you cause its cute

- dont take his wine tho cuz he will use corruption.

[chil2de]

Hi just wondering if you’d ever consider writing for chuuya from bungo stray dogs and nishinoya from haikyuu. I love them both so much and you’re my favourite author and I’d really love to see how you’d write for them if you’re up for it

sorry @ all my other fandoms it’s literally the way i dropped everything to write this LMFAO

hiya!! i’m sosos happy this came through i remember a while back a lovely anon requested dazai from bsd and i completely forgot about it so aaaa!! so sorry if you’re reading this that anon! but nevertheless! i really, really adore chuuya and this is in fact my first time writing for bsd and chuuya for that matter. i’m so flattered anonie, thank you <3 i hope i done him justice :) p.s: i got a little bit carried away and was planning to post nishinoya in this one too but.. yeah. be sure to look out for him cause i’ll post a separate piece for yuu! enjoy.

nsfw content below! if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer here before proceeding. thank you!

a note: logically, this fanfic makes no sense because chuuya doesn’t wear his sexy vest + hat outfit until after dazai has left the port mafia so... don’t think about logic, k? (i think so anyway? it’s been a while)

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there’s a clink of ice dragging against glass that chimes through the air. inside the glass seems to be a transparent liquid of sorts, leading anyone of the ordinary to believe that it may at least be vodka. in actuality, it’s just lemon flavoured water with some ice. it’s not like anyone would pick up his drink to take a sip anyway-

“oh? it’s not vodka? ehhhhh, are you trying to look cool, chuuya?” dazai takes a bold swig of the beverage before setting it back down onto the coaster. he bears a large grin that stretches from ear to ear, eyes lightly fluttered shut as he hums sardonically. there’s a spring in his step as he traverses beside chuuya and hops himself up onto the window, legs dangling and ankles fluttering.

“what the hell do you want?” chuuya barks, eyebrows creasing in disgust.

“what do i want? hm. like right now? you know.. i could probably go for some coffee right now! a cappucino? no- maybe latte? oh, wait, what about a flat white-“

“dazai.” chuuya hisses, spinning around from his chair to face him.

“seriously. cut the bullshit. why are you here, huh? i’m not having a tea party with you, so if you’re here to waste my time, leave.”

“ugh, you’re always so to the point. a little smalltalk and banter never killed anyone.”

“it killed my brain cells. spit it out.”

“chuuuyaaa~ you’re so meaaaan!”

there’s a scowl that chuuya pierces through dazai so heavily to the point where the latter is forced to drop his foxy act.

“we’re taking a woman in for questioning. she refuses to stay anywhere that’s not a proper bedroom, said that she’s more than willing to comply otherwise.”

“pffft, what a fucking stuck-up princess. so what? you’re sticking me with her?”

“believe me, you’ll thank me. i can’t take her. i’m out on a job in a few.”

“i’d never thank you but alright. i just have to keep an eye on her until tomorrow?”

“even you won’t be able to screw this up.” dazai remarks as he slides off the window, straightening himself before beelining towards the door.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean? you tryna say something?”

“uh-huh. anyways! see you later.”

as dazai heads outside, he takes one last glance at chuuya from over his shoulder.

“alsooo, can you keep the noise down to a minimum? everyone knows your name here already-“

“shut up!”

“yeah, okay~”

the door quietly shuts with a thud and chuuya leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling for a while.

within a couple of moments, he notices the shuffling of footsteps outside his room. instead of looking like a moron who fell asleep with his eyes open, he swings around to his desk and continues to gloss over the details of his next job.

an unfamiliar feminine voice rings out from behind him, causing his interest to peak.

“oh, um, thank you!” you awkwardly bow to the guards? the uh, big scary people with guns? (probably guards) who escorted you up to the room. you take a step inside and let out a small squeak before the door behind you shuts.

and locks.

“eh?”

“what’s with the ‘eh?’” chuuya snorts, not making the effort to turn to face you just yet. he goes to take a sip of his drink and wrinkles his face in disdain when he realises the being that tarnished it beforehand. using his right hand, he crosses over his left and effortlessly pours the beverage out the window. you only gawk at him with utter confusion. couldn’t he have just gotten up to go to the kitchen or something? do they even have a kitchen?

you conclude that standing around stiffly and eyeing the man at the desk isn’t a good look on you, so you move towards the bed. sure you said you wanted an actual room, but, you didn’t think it would be someone else’s.

��may i?” you motion towards the bed. chuuya briefly flickers his attention to you in his peripherals.

“sure.”

you scoot onto his bed, making yourself comfortable. you slide your back up against the wall, leaning yourself into the wall on your right as well. you decide to glance out the window, counting by the different coloured cars in hopes for either time to pass or the mafioso man to offer you some form of entertainment. maybe a book? oh, shit, uno cards? can you even imagine playing uno with him? this guy would flip his desk before the first round’s finished.

you laugh to yourself, and within a split second, you immediately lament your existence.

“what’s so funny?” chuuya implores, setting his pen down. you haven’t even turned yet and you can feel his gaze burning holes into you.

“nothing.” you blurt out.

his sigh fills the room as he picks up his chair before setting it down beside you. chuuya slumps down with his legs spread apart, torso cradling the back of his chair.

his slender and bony hand reaches out, ice cold fingertips from his beverage send you into a state of alarm as he clasps your chin before yanking your head to face him.

“i don’t tolerate bullshit. quite frankly, i won’t repeat myself to you.”

“the least you can do after strolling in here like a prestigious brat is listen to me. i don’t know what shit you pulled to get involved with the port mafia but-“

chuuya grazes his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down. he peers down at your teeth and the beginning of the pink in your mouth.

“what were you snorting about?“

there’s a desire that fuels your extremities and every nerve in your body. you don’t know why, but fuck, this man makes you wanna act like an intolerant brat. and you think, what’s the harm? if you’re gonna get picked apart by the port mafia, you might as well start early.

and bonus points? he’s hot as shit.

“that’s none of your business, is it?” you grin over his finger, valiantly lapping and curling your tongue before circling the muscle over the tip of his thumb.

chuuya screws his face at you. his eyebrows furrow in turmoil at the blatant disrespect and the corners of his lips crinkle in distaste. your eyes lock with his deep blue orbs and you smirk at the arousal that glosses over them.

chuuya uncurls his hand from your chin before easily kicking aside his chair. it goes clattering halfway across the room.

“down on your knees.” chuuya snaps, tone deep and laced with danger. you oblige, scooting off the bed as fast as humanly possible before settling down onto your knees.

you eye chuuya as he grabs ahold of his belt. he’s extremely short, for one, so you can see why he’d ask you to sit like this. he’s slender, but not underweight. there’s obvious implications of built muscles along his body, especially his thighs and arms. there’s something about the black fingerless gloves that rock against his smooth and pale skin that makes your stomach stir.

“what are you staring at?” he hisses before tossing aside his belt.

“isn’t that obvious?” you remark, licking your lips.

chuuya flashes you a smirk before zipping his fly open. using his gloved dominant hand, he decorates your face by slapping his thick dick against your cheek. his cock is piping hot against your face. you swallow with anxiety when his size is made apparent to you. he’s got a girth that’s wider than average, with a length of around 7 inches. maybe 8? you’re not exactly sure. you lick your lips at the deep red tones that flush his pretty cock.

“i’ll wipe that shitty attitude clean off your face. you’re reminding me of that dumbass clown.”

“eh? an ex or something? you’re bisexual? that’s freaking amazing! happy pride mont-“

“shut the fuck up. you spew way too much.” chuuya barks before shoving his cock down your throat mid-sentence. you gag and sputter around his length, fuelling his ego.

he grabs ahold a fistful from the back of your head, using your strands to roughly pick you up and back onto his cock. your wrists scramble to his hips and you try to push him back, to whimper that it’s too much and too sudden for you.

“where’s that cocky big girl attitude gone now? you can’t suck a dick? almost makes me feel bad for you.”

you whine and spill muffled complaints but it only fuels him further. it sets chuuya’s veins ablaze, controlling you like this.

you weren’t even sure it would be possible, but he manages to brush his tip against the back of your throat. your vision blurs, tears streaming out from your gag reflex. your nose runs and you can only sniffle constantly. drool and saliva envelopes the underside of his shaft, leaving your chin and some of your neck soaked. you wrinkle and wince your nose at the small stubble that’s slowly beginning to grow back near his base. through your tear stained lashes, you look up at chuuya like the good girl you are, lips wrapped around his dick and all.

“oh you god damn kinky bitch” he hisses out through a whine, features melting in compassion.

in that moment, recollection flashes in his eyes. he slides himself out, and a loud wet slurp fills the room. through your blurry vision and fit of coughing, chuuya grabs the long abandoned chair, spinning the back support until it lands the right way. he takes a seat, cock painfully erect and glistening in the deep orange sunset light.

his slender and pretty long fingers curl in a “come here” motion. his other hand leans into his jaw and he bears a smug grin. the harsh lighting from outside pours in so that only half of his face is visible, even then, you can still make out the fact that he’s about to absolutely fucking ruin you.

“ride me.”

[leonawriter]

My Personal Takes on Stormbringer:

Without a full and accurate translation to go through in one sitting, it’s still hard to get a handle on things properly. That said, thank you to everyone who’s working on it. 

Now.

(please note all quotes are my memory of translations I have read, and are not verbatim.)

-Asagiri, please, you do not need to make so many coding analogies with regards to Chuuya and Verlaine. They don’t work.

-It often feels - not just in this book but also in 55 Minutes, where there are tight restrictions on a time travel ability - that Asagiri limits abilities based on how scientifically accurate they are. However, this doesn’t make sense! why should it! Literature should be an expression of freedom. There should be rules - the same way the Page has rules - but in the sense of Magic A is Magic A. You make up the rules and then you don’t break them in future. Why have Kunikida able to create something with a mass heavier than a piece of paper out of a page of his notebook, but then say you can’t do [x/y/z] because it’s scientifically unviable?

-I have no issue with how skk treat each other. they are chaos teens. let them be. like... this is the beginning of their actual trust. they’re also in the mafia, and in a dark time in their lives. it’s fine. (it isn’t, but at the same time, it kinda is.)

-I feel like Chuuya taking things from other people and making that thing “his” fits him as a character? he had nothing before, so when you have nothing, all you have is what people give you. If someone gives him a bike, then that bike is his now. He has to learn to look after it, love it, and respect it, and he’ll remember that friend by it. Same goes for pretty much anything else. Also, it’s a show of how well Chuuya adapts to things, and what things he chooses to pick up.

-The hat. I do not like how the hat was treated. Making it into the key that helps Chuuya be able to activate Corruption cheapens the meaning and weight of having been given the hat as a memento of the first person who told him to live as a human being. Why not have the hat be a reminder of his humanity in a purely sentimental way? I’m going to ignore anything canon about this and just say it’s sentimental. Which, like, it could have been a safety blanket type thing, not pseudo-science.

-The coding in Chuuya’s body is a bit... of a reach? How do you put that in there? I don’t get it. Just say that there’s a possibility he might die if he uses Corruption, or that he’ll never become “Chuuya” again. That he’d lose himself utterly. The log history can be either on a chip (insert Dazai making “lost dog, if found return to the mafia” jokes here) or on something else that could easily be destroyed during the course of the story (or not).

-Dazai living in the shipping container reads to me like an extreme version of “I do not want to be found I do not want to be helped I am worthless trash and what’s the point in having an actual home if I plan on dying any day anyway.” Verlaine asks what drove him there, and Dazai says “you” and tbh that offers up so many questions (like, was the shipping container thing recent, was it temporary, or what). There’s the possibility that Dazai doesn’t always live there, because otherwise he’d suffer from hypothermia and get pneumonia in the winter! But above all, Mori had nothing to do with this. He was probably terrified to go too close in case he got killed. Stop saying Dazai lives here because “poor baby was abused :(” that sure was not it.

-Dazai goes all this way - plotting for ages, since before the beginning of the book, having been number one on Verlaine’s hit list, just to get the truth about Chuuya’s humanity and to preserve it - because “I want to see Chuuya suffer as a human being” is him saying he doesn’t want to see Chuuya become like him, or inhuman, because that’s not Chuuya. (dude, there ain’t a straight explanation for this...)

-following on from the previous, Dazai refusing to just let things be the moment he realises that it’d mean double suiciding with Chuuya. I personally see that as a shippy moment because Dazai had already given up on Chuuya being alive (if I read the translation right) and in that case, dying would just be letting go. But Mori says “yeah but I don’t think he’s dead yet?” and that, along with the “double suicide” thing, makes Dazai go “absolutely NOT.”

OK a related thing - as far as I remember, when IRL Dazai attempted double suicide, right up until his actual death it would result in either a failure or... his partner dying and him surviving. The cold potential of this happening in BSD if Dazai had just given up reminded me of that.

-Regardless of my thoughts on how it was handled, Stormbringer reinforced my previous ideas about how Chuuya basically IS Arahabaki. It also suggests that Arahabaki was more of a sentient ability than a true “god” but... that’s fine. For me, all I cared about was that all those “Arahabaki is an evil being that is constantly trying to take over Chuuya and Corruption is Arahabaki being let out” takes are not true. It’s... basically Chuuya taking the lid off his power. I joked at one point that Corruption is Chuuya going “I’m so pissed off I’m gonna kick the door open and throw away the key” and Dazai going “go for it babe, I got your key.”

-Rimbaud and Verlaine are... very complicated characters? They’re not easy to get a handle on. I sometimes find myself liking them and sometimes find myself disliking them, and that’s something that’ll be easier when I have a full translation available - and one of Fifteen. Rimbaud was held back by seeing Chuuya, at first, as nothing more than an empty vessel to Arahabaki’s power, while Verlaine was so taken over by grief without understanding how to handle that, that he became a monster up until the end of the story. Neither of them were good people. That said, their relationship to each other? It’s very complicated and reminds me of their IRL selves to a point but without the skeevy nature and without it going so far, so kudos to that.

-Adam. Knowing his creator was a ten year old girl makes so much sense when you look at the things he says and does. He doesn’t get so much. He’s very logical, but doesn’t understand that a game of billiards isn't as much of an icebreaker as he thinks it should be. Surprised by bubble gum. Games like “strange things humans do” are very much like the word games kids play in the car. 

-Verlaine being the fifth executive was something I did not predict at all, whatsoever, and I can’t stop thinking about it. Like... how did he get to that point. Only so much can be said in a few paragraphs (it seems) of “this is [x] number of years in the future where Chuuya’s an executive now.” 

The last we see of him, he’s overcome by grief, hatless, and he seems to have only just realised how much he wished he could return what Rimbaud gave to him. (Ironically, by being able to grieve like that, it shows that he is capable of what he thinks he can’t do - same as Dazai.)

But how does he become an executive? Do they come to him slowly at first, and they gradually build up trust? Does he stay in contact with Chuuya? Do they see each other properly as brothers now, or not? I can’t help but feel that as it’s a long time - six years, in fact - between Stormbringer and canon, some bond of trust must have been built. The mafia protects Verlaine from the authorities and from the outside world just the same as Kouyou says that she wants to do for Kyouka, and the same as they’re there for Chuuya, too. So. A Verlaine who trains the mafia’s best assassins not because he’s forced into it, but because he feels the same loneliness as Chuuya, and finds that it helps? A Verlaine who learns slowly that he can care about more people than just Rimbaud and Chuuya? Holy shit yes please. A Verlaine who is loyal and protective and who you should be glad is in a (probably) gilded prison of the mafia’s basement, because otherwise he would actually do so many things to those who would harm his family.

Let’s just say - if I think of Arahabaki as a guardian or protector god who is just plain destructive because it can’t help that, then Chuuya and Verlaine looking and acting in similar ways because they share that same “parent” in a sense, makes sense. They are no longer just Arahabaki, they’re “Chuuya” and “Verlaine” - but they also share traits such as “Papa Wolf” and “lonely” and “violent,” among others.

-At least twice, pre-Soukoku Dazai and Chuuya refer to how they’re constantly thinking of each other. No, they don’t mean in positive ways, but they’re chaos teens and it’s still strong emotion. Chuuya mentions how he’s thought of at least 190 ways to punish Dazai for the things that he does (which also implies how their relationship is equal, and Dazai doesn’t call all the shots, and doesn’t get away with everything scot-free), and Dazai says that Verlaine can’t possibly win against him, because Dazai “spends all of his time, waking and sleeping, thinking of ways to annoy and harass Chuuya,” (quote not perfect.) 

We also have Chuuya having Dazai appear to him first in his hallucinations, which I see as Chuuya’s inner Dazai-voice saying all the worst things, and ironically not actually saying or meaning things that would get across what real Dazai would want him to feel; in other words, that’s Chuuya’s view of him, or his mind searching for the one person he’d believe it to realistically come from.

As well, Dazai saying “there’s no way Chuuya could be an artificially constructed personality, because no one could create a personality that I [hate/that annoys me] so much.” Which, like... sure... you tell yourself that, kid...

Basically, they’re all the kinds of things that teenagers who don’t really get how strong feelings like these work yet, who are still figuring themselves (and their orientations, probably) out, would say if they don’t even like that other person that much, but they’re still attracted to them. A strong “why does it have to be THEM?” haha. And yet, as others have pointed out, Chuuya seems more on the oblivious side than Dazai, since as said, Dazai goes to all this effort and seems fond (but only when Chuuya’s not looking, dumbass) but Chuuya just... doesn’t get it.

A shorter summary of my thoughts and feelings?

Chuuya suffers, but is ultimately happier for it no matter whether he’s one of the clones or whether he’s the original (it’s arguable either way, and I don’t mind either way) as he’s still Chuuya. His bond with the mafia is also stronger than so many people think it is. They’re literally his adopted family. Even if he chose to leave, he’d still see them as family. I can’t see him leaving. He’s just... they’re family... don’t tear them apart...

The skk is strong, no matter what people say, because this is the start and it’s the end of their first year in the mafia and it’s not supposed to be a healthy time, for fuck’s sake. They’re both all sorts of messed up. They’re allowed to be. This is a time when that’s kinda the point of the book. But yeah, the trust and the bond is real.

Verlaine. I am now fascinated by Verlaine. I was so sure before the spoilers and translations came out that I’d hate him. I no longer do. He confuses me but I NEED TO KNOW MORE. 

[miyochan]

hiii its been a while teehee so i was wondering if you can do some headcannons with chuuya, akutagawa and mori when they fall inlove/took interest in a girl but they work at the ADA?? thank you!! hope you enjoy writing this one!!

Hey lovely! Its so nice to see you again. I'm sry for the part with aku. I hope you still like them and that you request something again!❤

🍷Chuuya🍷

🖤so you didnt had a ability and worked at the ada as assistent

🖤you mostly did paperwork or had some talk with custumers

🖤but sometimes you did go with the other members to deliver some stuff

🖤just like you did that day

🖤you were with dazai and atsuhsi on your way to some people who needed help and your were there to note everything down

🖤what you didnt expected was that some people were attacking you and under them was a redhead

🖤he seemed to know dazai and they talked back and forth while atsushi was protecting you

🖤that was until sushi was slamed against a wall a few meters away from you and hell were you scared

🖤some guys came and grabbed you and took you of

🖤to your luck you actually had a teaser and used them on the guy so that he did let go of you and you could run and hide

🖤you didnt expected to found the man with the hat in a alley bleeding heavely

🖤looks like the others did come too from the ada and could actually hurt him

🖤he started sreaming some mean stuff at you but you didnt care and walked slowly to him and kneeld down beside you

🖤"what the hell go away from me you-"

🖤"hold still! If I wont treat it you might die!"

🖤suprisingly he hold still and you but some bandages around his wound

🖤you always had  stuff like this with you

🖤he didnt say anything and didnt winced one time in pain

🖤he just let you do your thing

🖤but you did talk to him about everything that came in your head and also about your love to wine

🖤that was when he started to talk with you too and even after you were done you both talked about about wine

🖤after some time you got a message if you are okay and went back

🖤you didnt now how but he found out your number and you both started texting and talking more often

🖤you even meet up and drunk some wine

🖤you slowly did realised that you really like him and before you could think about it he asked you out

🖤so you both were in a sceret relationship

🖤only dazai and ranpo did find out but didnt say something about you

🖤you both never talked about work or anything that had something to do about that

🖤(you did talk about dazai because it was funny to make fun of the sucide guy)

🖤the relationship was complicated but it dir work and the time you spend together was perfect and happy

🖤you didnt go with on mission you was knowing he was there and the same was for him

🖤in conclusion it did work and you both made eachothers life better

🖤(even if you sometimes asked eachothers if they want to switch sides ups)

🔪Mori🔪

🖤you didnt drirectly worked at the ada

🖤you were their infromant

🖤you always did a good job and your way to get information was always trough flirting

🖤it always worked

🖤you were really pretty and did now your way with words and your body language to get what you wanted

🖤you never really had much to do with the mafia

🖤the informations you should get were always about smaller gangs or rich dirty people

🖤so you didnt trought much when a man asked you if you saw his daughter

🖤you were a bit confused but he seemed so helpless that you decided to help him

🖤so you both went searching for a few hours and talked about stuff while doing that

🖤nothing to private from both of your sides

🖤when you finally found the girl it was allready night and you just wanted to go home even if you had to say you enjoyed the talk with the stranger

🖤well some people from a gang came towards you all with knives and they sayd something along the line that they want money

🖤you both let out a sigh and before the guys could say another word they did fall to the floor

🖤you just stared at the man who killed them all with a simpel scalpel in confusion

🖤he only smiled at you and that was when it click

🖤"Only a harmless doctor I see.."

🖤"If course, thank you for the help for my dear elise."

🖤you just nooded and went your way

🖤of course mori did find out everything about you he could and he was suprised that you worked with the ada

🖤he was a bit disappointed because your company was really nice and you could also fight

🖤so he did contact you again and just showed of in front of you

🖤of course by the time now you were knowing who this man wars and you have to say it did suprise you a bit

🖤netherless he wanted you to work for the mafia and of course he decelined at first

🖤until he told you the money your would earn

🖤so you did quit all you conevtions to the ada and went to the port

🖤mori often called you in his office just to talk with you about random stuff and sometimes deeper meanings

🖤you found yourself smiling more often around him and he did the same too

🖤so you both just decided you were dating from now on

🖤you really liked the people in the mafia and elise

🖤when you saw the ada you just ignored them but you also never told anyone their secrets not even mori

🖤after all you were still a infromant

🖤it was just now that you worked with the mafia and dated their leader

👻Akutagawa👻

🖤sorry but I have no idea how this should work

🖤the moment he saw you with the ada you had rashomon on you

🖤there would'nt be any way how to get to know you any better

🖤i'm so sorry but I really have no idea

🖤maybe if you both would know eachother before you work at the ada

🖤but the moment you tell him that you want to work for the ada you are death for him

🖤sorry

I hope you liked them. If you found any errors in my grammar, you are welcome to correct me!❤

[hottest-mf-that-has-ever-existed]

Chuuya-san.

Author's note: Please excuse any mischaracterization or inaccuracies as this is my first time ever writing fanfiction and I did it in 2 hours without breaks at 5 am.

Written from Akutagawa's pov, Chuuya's pronouns in this are he/they, Gin's - she/they. I hc that Aku is agender but you can read them however you'd like as it's written from 2nd person! All of the relationships are platonic but if you wish to interpret them differently feel free to do so! (except for Gin and Aku, they are siblings.) Dazai is only mentioned.

This is weirdly focused on Chuuya but I am a Chuuya simp so thats fine ❤

CW: some references to canon abuse

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Chuuya Nakahara had a pretty small build for a person in their early 20's, they were only 5'3" tall to be exact, but he felt larger than life whenever they entered a room, air instantly buzzing with overwhelming energy that instantly made you feel excited or on edge for what's to come with his arrival depending on the situation.

You knew that Chuuya would never intentionally hurt anyone who is innocent and had nothing to do with the thing or situation that had pissed him off but sometimes it was truly terrifying, feeling the anger (and sometimes even grief after missions with tons of casualties, you never understood how can the executive mourn disposable people he didn't even know) rolling off of them in waves, consuming everything. It was the effect that they had on others. The mafia life taught to become emotionless in order to become stronger and better but Chuuya used his feelings as a deadly weapon instead.

You couldn't help but admire it even if you couldn't relate at all. Your own emotions always felt like they consumed you in a way you couldn't control which made you feel weak. It felt truly pitiful to be this way, to be overwhelmed by something as simple as that. You guessed Dazai never really got it out of you. The only thought you can form about this matter is that you are a lost cause. Pathetic. No matter how hard you try, never enough.

Chuuya wasn't like you. Chuuya was strong and kind to his subordinates to the best of his ability. You wished you could keep your temper in check. You wished you weren't so violent for no reason but you couldn't help it. Violence has seeped into your very soul and bones a long time ago, never leaving. You wished Higuchi would finally stop worshipping you for her own good. It made you feel uncomfortable, the way she reminded you of yourself while you still longed for Dazai's approval. They say that pain only makes you stronger but you only felt worse and worse after every bullet or kick that came.

Chuuya was far more kinder, you appreciated it even if you didn't really know how to accept it but tried you best. It's hard to accept nice things when you've never had them before. It makes the past more painful, when you realise how truly bad it was.

You and Gin knew that from first hand experience. It was hard to suddenly have a far better life. You both still mainly visited thrift stores to buy clothes for yourself as you did in the very beginning after joining Port Mafia because having this much money still seems unreal and going to expensive stores for yourself seemed scary even if you knew that it wouldn't impact your finances. Old habits die hard, you guess.

Chuuya liked to drag you both to high end stores though so you just buyed expensive gifts for each other because it felt easier, to give to them than to spend it for yourself. Chuuya always seemed a bit sad in the beginning when they realised that you hadn't bought anything for yourself but he didn't push it which you were thankful for. They still made sure to let you know that they immensely appreciated the gifts and the time you spent with them. It made you feel nice, knowing that you can make someone you care about somewhat happy. Chuuya bought gifts for both of you too as he had figured out you wouldn't get anything unless someone gifted it to you. Now it was a fun unspoken game between you all, noticing what the other was eyeing and then buying it. Or sometimes just noticing something the person would like, you all had gotten really good at guessing or knowing exactly what to get.

You often bought Chuuya expensive wine and pretty hats while Gin really liked flowy dresses and fun accessories. Gin in turn got you tea and beautiful, handmade tea sets that you couldn't get enough of even if you didn't get to use them much with how busy you were. Chuuya often travelled so they got you tons of interesting antique stuff from different places, you especially liked the calligraphy. He also has gotten you some of your favourite clothing pieces, they had an eye for that kind of stuff. Your most favourite was a black long dress that reached to your ankles. It made you feel really pretty whenever you twirled in it.

Seeing For the Tainted Sorrow in action was thrilling, it felt like your blood was singing at the raw display of power, the control with which Chuuya manipulated the gravity never ceased to amaze no matter how many times you worked with him on the same field or sometimes regrettably watched from the sidelines for whatever reason. Sometimes it was because you were too injured to go on, other times it was because Chuuya needed space to deal with it alone without hurting anyone from your side.

You hated being useless, always striving to prove yourself, whenever it be Dazai, Chuuya, the Port Mafia, yourself, or still Dazai even after he left. Thinking about it left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You tried to let go of your obsession multiple times over the years while he was gone from your life but he had left too much big of an impact to erase. You felt like you could never escape so you just stopped trying to fight it and are still fighting for his approval even if the weretiger said you had already gained it. You wished you could believe it but there was just too much pain, the wound never closing even after that single time Dazai did finally acknowledge you.

Gin despised him for what he'd done to you even if they tried to conceal it to the best her ability. Instead they tried to spend as much time with you as possible which was nice, you loved spending time with your sibling whenever it be "forcibly" shopping with Chuuya or just eating dinner at your house (sometimes also with Chuuya as they seemed to love worming himself into your lives. You didn't mind and hoped they knew that too as you weren't too good at showing it). You often wore the black dress Chuuya bought during dinners with him as they always seemed to look happy whenever you wore anything that they had gifted. Gin really liked the joy Chuuya brought in your home and you couldn't help but secretly agree. It kinda felt like you finally had your own little family even if you felt like you didn't deserve any of it.

Sometimes you all even hanged out with the Black Lizard at the headquarters during lunchbreak. They were a rowdy crowd but it was still pleasant to see people that cared about Gin and Chuuya. It made it feel like there maybe is something good in this cold, unforgiving world.

end.

[peachycalpis]

A Tale of Two Teachers (BSD)

The Teacher AU nobody asked for, now with added extras guaranteed to put a smile on your face :)

Pairing: Dazai Osamu / Nakahara Chuuya Words: 8734; Rating: T  Summary: Chuuya is a high school physics teacher and Dazai is a maths teacher. And me? Why, I'm just their student, watching my teachers fall in love right in front of my nose. Notes: Translated with permission from 不談戀愛談老師 -------- Hello. Thank you for coming to listen to the inconsequential story of two of my most beloved teachers. First, I’ll introduce to you the best teacher of my entire high school career, and my favourite teacher ever. I first met Nakahara-sensei when I was a first-year in high school. He was my physics teacher. Everything about him was simply amazing. He was superb, put-together, competent, and just generally all-around fantastic, both in and out of his capacity as a teacher. To be honest, I must have been a saint, or saved the world, or done something amazing in my last life to have gotten him as my teacher. I thank my lucky stars every day that I've managed to have the good fortune of having had him in my life, honestly. Although I’ve just talked him up like I was being paid to advertise him, I wasn’t like this at all when he first came to teach our class. This is not entirely my fault. Rather, the blame lies with Nakahara-sensei. Imagine this: if you saw a young man barely old enough to have graduated from university with the prettiest doll face (even prettier than most girls in our class, I daresay), wearing a three-piece suit that clung to him so seamlessly you knew it was tailored, with a formal-looking hat atop his head, and looking like the scion of British aristocracy who’d transferred here from his swanky boarding school, nobody would have believed he was here to teach, let alone taken him seriously as a teacher. Our class was still abuzz with the whispered speculations about this “new transfer student” when the bell rang and he strode into our classroom with a self-assured air, shrugged off his hat and his coat, and wrote the four characters 中 (naka)  原   (hara) 中 (chuu) 也 (ya) cleanly on the board. His kanji penmanship was impeccable, like everything else about him, and we were still reeling from the shock of the audacity of this “student” in seizing centre stage when he tossed his head back and turned away from the blackboard to give the class a small smile. In that single instant every girl in our class literally imploded and went to heaven. When asked to recount that experience, they’d all agreed that in that instant they had felt as if they had been impregnated by the sheer force of his charming bad boy grin. Yes, he was that fucking pretty. Oh, my previous description is a bit off, by the way. We couldn’t see him clearly at first hovering at our door, so he gave off the impression of being a hottie, what with that narrow tapered waist and those legs that went on forever (the envy of the entire class). But once he entered the classroom and smiled at us, we all fell into shocked silence, because this was not just a hottie. This young man was the hottie. One can never hope to truly count how many young innocent hearts had surrendered to that smile that besieged and disarmed their every defence. Even I, even though I consider myself with a mind of steel, even I had my heart in my throat when I saw him. 

The “student” only waved his hand at us to quiet us down and call for our attention. He made a simple self-introduction, saying that he would be our physics teacher. Our class fell into shocked silence, before erupting into fifty different conversations at once. This hot young male supermodel would be teaching us physics? You had to be fucking kidding us. I’d sooner believe it if you had said he was a new transfer student, look at his clean-shaven face! 

Our class fell into a sort of uneasy hush after that. We were originally elated to have a new hot classmate, but to have said hot classmate as your teacher was a little different. Yes, he was certainly off the charts attractive, but being hot didn’t magically pay bills or teach well. For a while there had even been rumours that he’d only managed to bag this teaching job this young by doing some dirty deal with the principal, and for some time we looked down on him. He must have gotten in through some back-door, or he’d must have known someone on the School Board. Or so we thought. 

But the truth always prevails, and gives you a good knocking between the ears. The undeniable truth hit us like a sack of bricks. Nakahara-sensei was a brilliant teacher. When he taught our class for the first time, our jaws all hung slack with surprise. Who would have known such an elegant, refined man like him would have had such a lively temperament in him, and that temper and dry humour would in turn manifest in particularly interesting and engaging classes? He had none of the nervousness of a fresh-grad teacher, but was assertive, self-possessed and poised. 

Who would have thought that crappy physics equations could have been embellished like so? A simple law on force and motion led to animated retellings of Newton’s life stories from centuries ago, as Nakahara-sensei poked fun at that “friendless nerd Issac who wrote all about the laws of attraction but couldn’t attract anybody.” Every lesson was not only a physics class but a history lecture, a stand-up comedy, and a trivia game show. He could explain the hardest questions without breaking a sweat and he didn’t even stutter when the high-achieving students in the class challenged him on his solutions. The students all called him a god of physics behind his back, because when students brought up hard questions they couldn’t do in class, Nakahara-sensei would have already uttered the answer in seconds while the bookworms and math nerds were still waiting for Wolfram Alpha to load and compute the photo of the question. He did not teach wrong concepts or terminologies and he could explain questions properly and simply, in a way that everyone understood. 

It was at this point that our class realised exactly how brilliant he was. What a package! Not only did he have a face and brains like that, he even had a superb sense of humour and a great personality. Although he was quite strict and serious in class, he would always laugh at your jokes, no matter how cheesy, and return a few well-meaning jabs that made you feel appreciated, ensnaring you in his charm. He’d be smiling at you unbeknownst to himself when he did that, and it was this effortless magnetism that was the most lethal to the budding young hearts in our class. We were enraptured and spellbound by his scintillating wit; every class felt as exhilarating like a shot of a much-needed drug. We were transfixed to the point that the class next door saw him as some sort of evil cult leader.

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[bsd-fitzgerald-appreciation]

Hi! I'm new to your blog and just wanted to let you know that I absolutely love your writing! It's just so easy-flowing and beautiful 💖 And if you're still doing the seasonal aesthetics, could I please get one for Chuuya with autumn?

Thank you so much ;-;

She giggled, her hand balled up in front of her mouth in a coy gesture, moving to her temple to protect the harsh wind from hitting her face. Feeling the gust now blowing his hair to catch his eyeline, the realisation struck as he watched his hat blow off into the busy road.

A lorry drove by, completely crushing the fabric material into no more than a flattened disk, trying to push itself back into position like memory foam. Picking it up, he cursed the weather under with breath as he dusted the object off and tried to salvage what he could of the situation. The maroon silk folded back into a wrinkled mess around a hemmed peach ribbon, black velvet pouring out of the headspace, only just latching on.

“I’ll buy you a new one. There are always sales on around this time...” Y/n smiled, ruffling his hair up, “So don’t be so upset.” A huff escaping him, he threw it like a frisbee to the floor, glancing back to his girlfriend as she laced her fingers into his other hand, that fist now relaxing against her smooth skin.

“Yeah yeah...” He spoke, smoothing his hair back, keeping the gloves leather on his forehead lingering to stop the throbbing sensation that came with losing a piece of sentimentality.

***

“This will be your new partner. Y/n L/n, please.” Mori gestured for her to step forward. Flecks of gold danced off of stray strands of hair as light was reflected from the sun. A cheery smile, almost infectious seemed to grow more intent on forming an impression as her coat, so large it looked like it would drop from her shoulders, swayed with torso as it turned.

“I see you’ve found someone to replace Dazai.”

Heading out of the office with taps of his soles diffracting from him, they moulded into another’s as they followed in suit. Feeling a breeze suddenly hit his temples and sweep through his hair, he looked back to see the same smiling face now filled with an emotion he never could picture.

“I’m not replacing anyone Mr. Nakahara.” She spoke, her tone blunt. That same smile was brought to her features as she threw the hat back to him. “Got that!” An aroma of dahlia caught his nose as she fluttered in front.

***

“You could never replace him.”

“Hm?” Confusion took place in her mind as she tried to think of what event he could be leading off of.

“You’re your own person with your own mind, good and bad.” A pout he received made him rethink that last clause. “Mostly good. Just because you fit within another’s role doesn’t mean you are that person, nor should you be compared.”

What surprised her was the hug she received. Her hands went up to wrap around his neck, more scorching than any scarf, but so much more gentle.

“Besides, it would be unfair to compare anyone to you.”