#<< dazai thirst tag now

[st4rd0lly]

mmmm… thinking about how dazai would randomly place you up on the countertop, standing between your legs before bringing your knees up your chest, kissing you throughout all of this and he presses his bulge against you before walking away

[beechbloom]

Dazai's love languages

Word count: 0,8k

Cw: mention of loved ones being lost, some angst

1. Quality time

Dazai knows that time is short. At any moment, the people in his life can be taken from him. Because of this, he truly takes the time to cherish the moments he shares with those he cares for. Going for a walk, visiting a bar or cafe, or just simply relaxing at home together. If it's time spent with a loved one, it's time well spent.

He'd practically be attached at the hip to a romantic partner. No matter what they're doing, where they're going, there's barely anything that would prevent Dazai from attempting to tag along. He has to be with them, of course. Because if he wasn't, he might miss their smile, their laugh, or some endearing little thing they'd do. They might need his protection too! Of course, Dazai has to come along. It's only logical.

2. Physical touch

He'd be all over a romantic partner — clinging to them at all times. Hugging them, tapping his lap to make them sit, sprawling across their lap on the couch, demanding kisses, holding their hand and swinging it back and forth as they walk. PDA galore.

If his s/o doesn't allow him the physical affection he craves, he'll sulk. "Come onnn. Just a little kiss, I promise!" He'd still try to respect it if his partner was truly uncomfortable with it. Buutt,, he'd be a little bit of a nuisance regardless. Announcing when he wants touch and being like "Oh, who will satisfy my thirst for physical affection? If you don't embrace me soon I might just get so desperate I'll hug Kunikida!"

Though, these actions don't necessarily hold the most weight. The moments that are more genuinely meant to convey his love to someone are typically less energetic. Sitting alone outside, sharing a comforting silence before he suddenly pulls them into him to lean on his shoulder. Or quietly reaching out to hold his s/o as they lay beside each other in the night. Them doing the same sort of things to him will also make him feel loved.

3. Acts of service

He isn't one to do this much himself. Though if he happens to hear his s/o mention they need something, and he finds himself at the store later that day, he could definitely pick it up for them.

If someone does an act of service for him however, it actually means quite a lot; more than he thought it would. Someone doing something for him, something he didn't even ask them to do — it feels as if they're acknowledging his humanity. That he too is a person that might need help every now and then. It's not something he expects from another person, so when it happens it can catch him off guard, bringing a warmth to his chest.

4. Words of affirmation

He's very good at giving compliments and smoothly making someone feel special. These compliments, however, rarely feel genuine on his part. He either does it to get something out of the person or to entertain himself or others. Of course, it can be to get a smile out of his loved one, but he doesn't really think much about the words spilling out of his lips in those moments. "You are the light of my life! My one and only! Beauty that compares to the gods!"

The jokey, energetic flare can also be dropped in favor of something that sounds more serious. "You can do it. I've seen you do it many times before, and you can do it again. You won't fail." But he will still feel detached from it, as if he's reading from a script. He wants to be real, to share true words of love, but it all feels so fake to him no matter what he says. It's much easier for him to pull his partner close, to hold them, and hope they understand.

Him receiving affirmation is also conflicting, unfortunately. Dazai isn’t used to it, and a lot of it really doesn’t reach him on an emotional level. It just feels like empty words being thrown at the walls he’s built up around him.

However, when those words do reach him, he feels it very strongly. It’s soft, fluttery, and makes him feel an unfamiliar warmth… and that almost scares him. He’s not sure how to handle it. The phoniness of his words becomes so blaringly obvious and ugly in comparison to theirs. He’s not sure he could give them anything real in return, not sure he deserves it.

5. Gift giving

Whilst he would appreciate getting gifts, it wouldn't instinctually register in his mind as something being done out of love for him. He received a gift, cool! Now he has a thing someone gave him! ...What should he do with it?

He also isn't a big gift giver himself. Sure, he might give a little something for a birthday or something, but he's not one to constaltly shower people in gifts. It's just not a love language that comes naturally to him at all.

[margarrivergod]

I’m bored so i’m here to recommend some of the brain rotting fics i’ve read recently(all on ao3):

BSD:

A Dolls House by Abyss_In_Wonderland_likes_sexy_cannibals

Rating: M

Warnings: NA

Description: “Chuuya and Dazai get trapped inside of an ability made sigil. Now there's a creepy lady telling them that in order to get out they need to complete five tests. If they don’t pass they’ll just stay there forever or die, but no biggie, right?”

this is a high favorite of mine, the author does a PHENOMENAL job at characterizing the characters, plus the story is *chefs kiss*🤌🏼 i pray that they’ll write more skk fics in the future!!

the liars house by burgundytshirt

Rating: M

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Description: “Dazai, Chuuya, and four others are trapped in a cursed house where you cannot lie—each time you lie, you lose an organ. In seven stages, they are asked deeply personal questions that need to be answered in order to escape. Welcome to The Liar’s House.”

Dare I say this is one of my favorite, if not my favorite, skk fanfic?!? Like holy shit this is SO GOOD! This is a translation of the original, which is in mandarin, but it’s 12/10 regardless!!

TGCF:

Thank You For The Venom by xoTsundoku

Rating: E

Warnings: Underage, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Description: Mu Qing is guarded and hollow after losing his mother but he's content in his darkness until he moves in with the Fengs, and a light pierces his comfortable solitude in the form of his soon-to-be stepbrother. Two people who can never be together fall in love.

There’s a tag that’s reads “pseudo incest” and idkw but i found it to be the funniest shit lmaoo. But in all hknestly I REALLY like this fic. I still reading it currently but i’m bulldozing through it. I also believe the author does an amazing job at characterization while tying them into a modern au

Bad Intentions by bizzybee

Rating: E

Warnings: NA

Description: “Despite their hatred for each other, renowned cook Feng Xin and first-timer Mu Qing co-judge an amateur cooking show with a strong following on social media. As filming wraps up, Feng Xin is set to go on an international tour for the release of his debut cookbook. Their public relations coordinators team up to devise a plan that will not only jumpstart sales of Feng Xin’s book, but also boost Mu Qing’s rising fame and satiate the thirst of their shared fans: They will accompany each other on the book tour. Together. As a couple for the cameras. Whether they'll kill or kiss each other first is anybody’s guess.”

This is the first fengqing fic I’ve completed and it will forever hold my heart it’s SO GOOD! My emotionally cknstipated boys thrown into a cooking au!

if you can’t summon the flames directly from hell, store bought is fine by buthgoth (GremlinGirl)

Rating: E

Warnings: NA

Description: “Shi Qingxuan gets more than he bargained for when he steals a candlestick from a mysterious magic shop's private collection. A haunted apartment may be the least of his concerns, however. The demon he awakened is ancient and hungry, and it seems Shi Qingxuan might be his new obsession.”

Have I mentioned how obsessed I am with butchgoth’s work?… YES! this is the first fic of theirs that i’ve read and one of my faves. If your a beefleef stan then PLS read this fic plus their others!

as if by destiny by debwriting

Rating: M

Warnings: NA

Descriptions: “Hua Cheng stumbles upon the mysterious Midnight Cafe. He enters for a much-needed meal, and stays for the enigmatic owner, Xie Lian.”

A cute hualian coffee shop au with a twist!

MDZS:

Back to Bite One by diamond bruise

Rating: E

Warnings: NA

Description: “or, lwj, wwx and a couple of lan disciples get stuck in a haunted manor”

this one is cute and a tad angsty (like i wanna ram my head in the wall cause y’all r dense lol) but nothing too serious imo

RAWR! is I Love You in dinosaur by FireAwayy

Rating: E

Warnings: NA

Description: “Xue Yang has spent a life running only to find himself as an animal wrangler at Jurassic Park. He spends his time managing previously extinct monsters, and loving every second of it. Until Xiao Xingchen shows up.”

i love this author i love this fic i love this author i love this fic i love this author i love this fic!!!! if i couldn’t make that clear enough

Furry Porn Costs Extra by Fireaway

Rating: E

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Description: “Lan Xichen is the CEO of one of the richest companies in the world. He's efficent, savvy, and altogether bored. Lan Wangji is a ruthlessly efficient police officer with the highest moral code of anyone who had ever donned the uniform. Jiang Cheng is living day to day, getting by with his art. And when that doesn't work, robbing people blind. Wei Wuxian is the thief who hides behind a guileless smile and his uncanny ability to simply vanish when needed. What happens when their lives intertwine with one another? Will they find the answers they're looking for, or will they end up losing more than they ever bargained for?”

If i didn’t make it clear enough this author writes lovely fics! this is my fav Xicheng fic to date, it has its serious plot plus the humor is spot on (there is no actual furry porn)

Thicker Than Water by athena_crikey

Rating: M

Warnings: NA

Descriptions: “A disaster, is Lan Zhan’s first impression as the bike squeals to a halt on the far side of Song Lan’s car. The man riding it – and he’s tall, and lanky, and sure-footed – hops off and locks it to the car’s back door. The back door of a police vehicle. He pulls his helmet off to reveal long, sweat-soaked hair with a shaggy undercut, bright grey eyes, and a smile that launches like an arrow straight through Lan Zhan’s chest. No, he thinks, watching this trainwreck of a man shimmy between the narrow space dividing Song Lan’s back bumper and the next car’s hood like he’s doing some kind of dance step. Absolutely not.”

I absolutely ADORE athena crikey and her work- ALL OF IT!! this one in particular is one of my favs- here we have a modern cultivation au with my fav neurodivergent duo

Every River, Every Stream by athena_crikey

Rating: E

Warnings: NA

Description: “Wei Ying, rookie architect and chronically unable to prioritize his love life, in a moment of madness turns out to be tested for compatibility with famous new entertainer Lan Zhan, struggling with the after-effects of chemo. Unexpectedly matched with a man on a very different career trajectory, he's presented with a litany of unappealing choices. Oh, and also love.”

Another work by dear ole athena. This was the first fic I’ve read of hers and it will forever be a strong favorite.

Post Mortem by Cataclysmic_Calamity

Rating: E

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Descriptions: “Life is a horror movie sometimes. You ignore all the warning signs. You end up standing there in the final scene, covered in blood, contemplating your life choices. Wei Ying is used to that. But it’s harder when you’re in love with your best friend.”

If you guys are heavy into the tgcf or mdzs fandom than you’ll know exactly who this author, Evie, is. She wrote NPAB and The Soul Remains, along with a bunch of other beautiful fics. BUT MY GOD THIS ONE!!! I never see anyone talk about Post Mortem and I will proudly say this is my fav Wangxian fic, and one of my favorite fics period. The story is wonderful, characters r well written, beautifully paced, plot is to die for(lol). She’s an amazing author all in all so check her work out if you haven’t!!

[yanderepuck]

EYYYYY WE'RE HERE AGAIN. You're probably wondering when I'll stop. And I'm wondering that too.

But this time it's Dazai that is asleep. Hehe. I'm also going to try to keep MC fairly gender neutral in this one specifically for @ikemendrew :) bc he just LOOOVES smut. Smooch smooch love you

You wake up in the middle of the night. Your hand reaches to the side of the bed, searching for a glass of water. You grab it and sit up and finish off the glass.

You hold it in your hands for a moment while looking at Dazai beside you. A naked Dazai at that. Him sleeping naked was definitely something you had to get used to, but now it would be weird otherwise.

You set the glass back where you got it and lay back down. After a few minutes of trying to fall back to sleep you realize thirst isn't the only reason why you woke up.

You're horny. So horny that it woke you up. You couldn't say this was the first time this has happened to you. You groan into the pillow and end up tossing and turning, trying to ignore what your body wants.

Eventually you are facing Dazai. His hair is a mess, he's lightly snoring. You sit up again with a thought going through your mind.

You move the blanket off of his body, exposing him down to his legs. Yep. He's fully naked alright.

With just one finger, you drag it from the tip of his cock to the base. Going up and down to see if you get a reaction.

Not much. So you start to rub his cock with your hand. Just enough to start to get him hard. You hear groans coming from him when you stop.

You quickly get your pants off. You were telling yourself that if he wasn't going to get hard quick then you would just go back to sleep. But the odds are in your favor.

You swing a leg over him, hovering over his erection. You look down at his sleeping face wondering how he can be so hot even in his sleep.

You lower yourself down slowly, letting yourself get adjusted to his size. You bite your lip to stop the moans. You don't want to wake him up, not yet at least.

With your hands on his abs you start rocking your hips.

"Ahh...Dazai~" you were nervous about doing this at first, but now that you are filled there's no going back. Your movements get rougher and you can't help but moan.

You feel him fully harden inside you and whine.

"Fuck, you make me feel so good."

Rocking your hips wasn't enough, you started to bounce on him. You wanted to keep it quiet but you came down harder and harder each time.

Dazai started to moan more. His body squirming a bit trying to figure out what is going on. You keep getting rougher, not feeling satisfied enough.

"Ungh.. Dazai ~"

You lean down to kiss him. Taking his hands in yours, you pin them to the bed. You come down on him harder.

You start to pant but you don't plan on slowing down. Hearing his soft moans makes you want to keep going. You rest your head in the crook of his neck.

You're getting close, you can feel it, you just need a little more.

"Let me help you with that."

You start to sit up when heading Dazai's groggy voice, but he thrusts up into you before you fully can.

You feel his hands slip out from under yours and onto your hips. He holds you down onto him as he keeps thrusting into you.

Your moans get louder. You go to sit up again so that you can look at him but he rolls you two over so that you're in your back now.

"What a great way to wake up."

He lifts one of your legs and thrusts into you harder.

Your moans turn into screams for a moment as you finally cum.

Dazai doesn't slow down as you start to pant, if anything he gets rougher. His hand on your hip squeezes you enough to bruise.

"Dazai!"

"Shh. You're going to wake everyone. You already woke me up so now I get to play with you until morning~"

~~

Tag list~

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[animatedarchives]

six <3 have a good day bb!!

HI BABEEE thank you so much i hope you had a good day make sure to get plenty of rest tonight okay!!! <3

6. favourite comment you’ve received

honestly there are sO MANY comments that i love and treasure so much but the first one that comes to mind right now is @amoroushero’s rb of a letter to her 🥺

when i first read it i was LITERALLY ON THE VERGE OF TEARS LOL because i feel like dazai is a very coMPLEX CHARACTER and i wasn’t sure how to write him and i was scared he was ooc. but lynn’s comment really reassured me and made me feel more confident in myself 🥺

i also didnt expect many people to read it either because the bsd fandom on here isn’t as big as hq and bnha so it just really caught me off guard and i think thats why i ended up getting so emotional HAHAHA :”)

ask game: fic writer asks!

[mrskurono]

I already sent one Aku thirst but I couldn’t resist sending you one more

Akutagawa with a sadistic mafia executive as a superior, aka, you. It took him a while to adjust after being exposed to Dazai’s spartan training, but he got used to your new methods real quick. He was fairly reluctant to obey to your rules and follow your orders because they were… so much more different than Dazai’s. But you’d already drilled it into his mind - your methods of training and discipline are worlds apart from Dazai. And Akutagawa knows now, not to question you. He learned that following your orders perfectly, without any complaints earned him lots of praise. And the complete opposite gave him hell. So he thrived to become what you thought, was the ideal killer. And over time, Akutagawa found himself gradually forgetting about Dazai, only living to hear those praises come out of your lips. For him, only for him. He took pride in the fact that he barely made any mistakes anymore, resulting in you taking your awarding system up a notch. A mission with a few mistakes now meant that he got to hump your leg. A mission with little to no mistakes meant that he could eat you out. A mission with absolutely no mistakes on his part meant that he got to fuck you. After a while of getting used to the new awarding system, Akutagawa grew haughty and careless, resulting in him fucking up on a mission so bad that the moment he set foot in the building, he found himself in your office, bare and on his knees. He looked down in shame as you took out the strap, and he let himself be plowed into the grimy floor as you abused his hole, denying him orgasm after orgasm until he was whining and sobbing for you to please let him cum. After a scolding and a few more thrust to his prostate, he found his wish granted, spraying himself and you with his pearly release, staining his pale body with thick, white ropes of cum. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he liked the punishment rather than the reward.

a/n: but what if, Akutagawa is so use to getting harsh bone breaking punishments that the idea of that coming from you breaks him. Even on the way to see you post mission. That he just, expects you to treat him like Dazai would and the moment the door clicks behind him Akutagawa fucking looses it full sub!space style ♡ tags: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, sub!space!Akutagawa, dacryphilia, anal fingering, mommy kink

Just the idea of upsetting you makes him loose it.

Akutagawa clutching his chest the very moment he realizes his mistake. Everything Dazai would do for his fuck ups closing in on him to the point he swears his choking, dying in fact. But there's no not reporting these things to the executives. You have to know. A fucked up mission still gets a report. One that you're going to read and one that Akutagawa is going to suffer the loss of all of mommy's attention from. So by the time he is called to see you. He's can't except the loss of all that praise and affection he's worked so hard for. He can't just loose it all. When you finally call him in, that's when he breaks.

Sobbing the second the door is closed behind him. And utter tearful, coughing mess. Snot dripping from his nose, brows pinched in woeful sorrow as he can't even form a sentence to apologize with. Tears streaming down his pale cheeks with the look of a frightened child on his face. Akutagawa isn't just groveling at your feet to forgive him. He's sunk so low into his ideas of what you'll do to him and say to him. That it's like looking at a snotty sobbing baby and not a twenty year old man.

There's no consoling him like this. And the way he hiccups and chokes on his own tears. You are rightfully pissed that he botched something so important. But alas with your mutt's tail between his legs it's hard to retain the punishment planned.

Akutagawa has seemed to punish himself enough with his anguish. When the order comes to come sit on your lap. He genuinely prepares for the worst.

It isn't until you have him splayed open on your lap. Feet propped up on your desk. Knuckles deep in him with the other hand tweaking his nipples does Akutagawa even for a brief moment stop sobbing about you hating him. And about loosing all of mommy's attention for his fuck up.

"No. You won't loose mommy. You'll just never be able to go on a mission without me ever again. Because you're my useless baby boy."

[chuuyrr]

ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — where love and poetry intertwine to create a tapestry of raw emotion and artistic expression. before you venture into this department of emotions, here are some rules to heed:

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ꫂ ၴႅၴ bungo stray dogs: dazai, chuuya, fyodor

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[jupiter-esque]

BSD Characters on Tik Tok

Atsushi : Probably either a silent viewer, occasionally leaves cute comments and never leaves a video without a like because he feels bad if he doesn't. Or if he's an avid tik too user he probably vlogs a lot, whether it's non-confidential ADA missions or just general life moments. Receives a lot of support and sweet comments, is very awkward with thirst comments and quite nervous if he replies to them. His viewers will abseloutly attack any hate comment so he tends to delete them, not only for his own feelings but their own safety lol. ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ

Dazai : Hand thirst traps, straight up. He knows he's good looking and the moment the tik tok comments start talking about his hands he's flaunting them like there's no tomorrow. Also does a lot of dark humour jokes and joins in a lot of Atsushi's blogs. Forces the ADA to do tik tok dances. He's got a lot of horny mfs in his comments section and replying to them is a favourite pastime of his, gets a piss out of it, definitely involves a heavy dose of double suicide in his replies but always manages to make them borderline romantic (ノ^_^)ノ

Ranpo : A lot of candy and dessert reviews in general, has Kenji film for him a lot. If he's on a non confidential case might show that as well, but no promises. At first he doesn't show his face all that much just because it's convenient and he's too lazy to properly angle himself but eventually a face reveal will come along at a certain following number. Again horny. People. In. the. Comments. But he's got sarcastic comments for days and he doesn't really care for the comments, not much interaction in the comment section. Doesn't tend to be actively posting a lot too.

Chuuya : Again, full on thirst traps.

'I know I'm hot so I'm going to show it off.'

Also has goes in his comments section but doesn't really interact as much as dazai. Gives fashion tips and choices sometimes. Has showed of his excessive hat collection. A lot of mirror videos and pulling off his gloves with his teeth. Istg this man 😩🤞. The port mafia is very wealthy and adding in chuuya's position in the mafia then he's definitely filthy rich so he does have a high quality camera to film his tik toks on. Posted a tik tok with dazai once and got pissed when it went super viral, his words were "Stupid, bandaged asshole."

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Akutagawa : Silent viewer. Has a lot of drafts for some reason as well and has accidentally posted some of them and they went a little viral so now he's dealing with a lot of horny people in his comments. Only follows Dazai on there and he's barely ever active unless Dazai posts. Tags Dazai a lot of random videos he sees with comments like

"This was funny."(ー_ー゛)

Dazai has tried teaching him a couple dances but it turned out so awkward he gave up.

Atsushi also tried to follow him out of kindness also because the accidentally posted drafts are hot but he got blocked.

Akutagawa still secretly follows him off of a separate spam account though-

Plus Higuchi spams him in the dms a lot with tik toks and random messages. Got blocked after a while too.

He has zero patience (^～^;)ゞ

[your-average-weeb-dealer]

Write the Dazai x reader. I dare you.

(Even tho I have never even watched bsd)

I am so sorry for the things you are about to read.

Filter the tag "rynes thirsts" if you are uncomfortable with posts like these!!

Warning(s): Fem! reader, oral sex (female receiving), fingering- uh- triggering shit at the end.

His wet tongue pressed flat against your clit as you wiggled and squirming under his touch. He kitten licked and kissed every part of your sapping wet cunt. His fingers explored the folds while he ate you out like you were his final meal. Gently grabbing your thighs, every now and again placing a light kiss to the soft flesh.

It seemed like he was enjoying himself- no- it really did. He moaned into every kiss and had started fingering you, his boney middle finger driving into you at a painfully slow pace.

“hmm, I want to die.” He stated, his face drooped with boredom. You just lay there- wtf?? What were you supposed to say to that??

He took his finger out of you as a pained whimper left you. Dazai licked your juices off his hands, groaning a little.

“Fuck, Belladonna, you taste heavenly” Turning on his heels, still shirtless, he walked out of your room. As you lay extremely confused.

You waited a few seconds, then a minute, then ten- until you heard the toaster pop. Confused as fuck, slipping out of bed and putting on one of your boyfriends hoodies. You limped over to the kitchen.

There you saw Dazai, shirtless, eating plain (burnt) toast with a bowl of orange juice- yes. A bowl of orange juice.

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Hi! Can I ask an ikevamp request where the boys find MC's sketchbook and is filled with drawings and doodles of them? If all of the suitors is to much, then just do for Jean, Will, Theo, Mozart, Leo and Comte. Have a nice day! ^^

Bruh this is a genius idea @jeanstan . First of all thanks so much for this request and second of all of coarse I will do all the suitors. Why? Because I’m awesome. No I’m kidding, I’m literally the most clumsy, airheaded  person on this planet. Think brain fried Kaminari energy. Also I’m really sorry this took this long. Anywhooo let’s get into it shall we. Tags:      @nad-zeta​

Ilevamp suitors finding mc’s sketchbook

Comte

you where just chilling in his armchair and doodling him when sleep over took you and fell asleep

being the gentleman he is he picked you up and set you down on his bed tucking you in nicely

then he noticed your sketchbook on the armchair

not even mr. Perfect-guy can resist tacking a little peek at it

so  he just looked at the page that was already open

an there he saw a pretty good drawing of him

Comte to his brain: take a peek you said. it will be fine you said. why are you looking through it. you said.

yup he ended up going through your entire sketchbook

he then wrote a little thank you next to your most recent drawing and set it next to you.

when you saw his little note you blushed, but at least he liked it

Leonardo da sleepy

you where both just sitting in the library

you got a bit hungry so you left to get a snack but you accidentally left your notebook there

you know this guy has a thirst for knowledge and that includes figuring out what’s in your notebook

he will pick it up and flip it open expecting to see notes or random drawings

nope nope he sees a bunch of drawings of him with notes like * damn that smile owns my heart* or * UUUUUUH why is he so annoyingly adorable*

This guy has the biggest smirk plastered on his face. when you come back into the room

“ I didn’t know I was annoyingly adorable Cara mia”

cue you turning tomato red

Napoleon

you where sparring ( or where watching the boys spar whatever fits)

after a few rounds you decided to get a drink and offered to bring drinks for the boys too

Jean excused himself and went to the bathroom and Leon was left alone

now your sketchbook was already just on the ground next to your hoodie

he didn’t touch it ‘cause he’s nice, but now..

he decided to take a peek

and he saw a sketch of him sparring

he flipped through it and found more pictures

him sleeping, him laughing, him teaching the kids the best thing that would describe him in this moment that meme: mha heart mah soul

and you catch him with the notebook in his hands

he just walks up to you and hugs you

Isaac

little bean

he stumbles across it by accident, literally stumbles

you dropped it and he tripped on it

he’s like the f is this?

he picks it up and opens it

oh my Lord

he’s as red as an apple ( pun intended😏)

there are a bunch of doodles of him some where he’s holding Harry, some where it’s only him looking through his telescope or just off into the distance

you: Hey Isaac have you seen my...

Isaac: no I haven’t seen the notebook, idk about a notebook, what is a notebook even

poor boy

you just hug him and reassure him you’re not mad, when he mumbles an apology

Jean

precious bean yes Isaac, Jean and Vincent are all beans. COME @ ME

so you carried that notebook around everywhere you went and while he is not as attentive as Arthur he still noticed

so when you left your notebook in his bedroom after bringing him breakfast he couldn’t resist the urge to take a peek

when he sees a bunch of drawing of him he’s..torn

on one hand he’s moved and is actually happy that you drew him on the other he doesn’t understand why you would want to draw someone as impure as him akgkgakgskgfau LOVE HIM PLS

when you come back into the room you panic a little ‘cause he’s staring at it with a blank expression

but then he apologizes and your panic melt away

he ask you why you drew him and you if play the “because I love you” card he will be shocked and happy and confused and surprised...( the list is so long A decided it would be best to just ad an etc. over here)

you hug him and reassure him he is important and you love him

Arthur

ok so he knew that the sketchbook was important to you right of the bat

being the annoying sweet person he is he decides to pester you more then ever

“ Whatcha got there Luv?” “It’s my notebook” “Can I see what’s inside” *flashes a severely annoyed look* “Arthur this is the 7th time today and i have the same answer. No.” “ Oh come on doll it’s just a peak” “It is closed for a REASON!”

Yeah you might have snapped at him a little but his ho guy ain’t giving up

so of coarse when you leave your notebook in his room he will act like he didn’t notice until you leave and then he will scramble out of his chair and nab the notebook

he opens it expecting a diary or just a bunch of notes only to come face to face with a bunch of pictures of him

he’ll raise an eyebrow and keep looking until he finds a very beautiful and realistic drawing of him sleeping with Vic and he looses his shit

he’ll run to you and pull you back into the room to cuddle and tell you how much he loves you no he’s definitely not crying

you don’t get what’s happening until he tells you he saw your drawing and you will turn slightly pink but honestly you just can’t be mad

Mozart

ok so we all know that when he finds this notebook he’ll be stone-faced  

you ain’t getting no type of emotion out of this tsuntsun

that is until he’s in public

once he’s in his room oh boy

at first it’s just a hint of a smile, but it gets bigger and bigger until he’s smiling like a dork as he inspects your drawings

he’ll never admit it but the fact that you drew him really warmed his icy heart

he even finds one where he’s by a Christmas tree smiling and a little note next to it saying “I’ll make him smile like this one day”

he closes the book and puts on his stone face again and leaves his room

in the corridor he runs into you

“ Hey, Wolf?” “What do you want.” “Isn’t that my notebook?” “Yes it is.” “So why do you have it?” “....Inspiration.”

yup now he has that notebook with him on the piano and only let’s you get it back if you want to doddle in it some more

Theo

you where cooking in the kitchen, whipping up some pancakes for the brothers

Theo came in to complain that there wasn’t enough syrup on his pancake and you flashed him a death glare and told him to get some from the cupboard

as he grumbles to himself h notices your sketchbook  on the counter

and he proceeds to open it and go through it

he sees a bunch of pretty decent drawings of him and he’s surprised

he’ll act all tough but he’s really happy

“ Oi, Hondjie! What is this?” he shows you your most recent sketch. The one where he’s walking King with a faint smile on his lips.

you instantly go bright red

“ Put that down! You where not supposed to see that! There not good just put it down”

he’ll sigh and pull you into a hug

“ I like it”

Vincent

smol bean

you left it in his room and he just wanted to take a peek

and he opened it up and saw a punch of sketches of him

they even had notes like “uhh stop moving you hand” or “how can someone be this pure”

he’s moved

will go and find you and apologize for looking in your notebook and will tell you how cute your drawings are

all in all he’s a sweet little angel but like who expected  anything else

Dazai

funny how he can’t remember your name but can remember exactly were you hide the sketchbook when you can’t take it with you

yup this guy just went and took it

he has no shame

he flicked trough it and smiled to himself

the drawings where adorable and funny and he loved it

you strait up walk in on him with the sketchbook and he just smiled at you

you turn pink trying to explain why you drew them

buuuut he just twirls you around and pules you into his lap smiling and you go over the drawing together recalling happy memories  

Sebastian

did somebody say Sebastian appreciation hours

You can’t really hide anything from Sebas can you

you went out to get groceries and he was cleaning up around the mansion

you had left your notebook tucked behind one of the library shelves and as he was dusting he found it

he opened it not knowing it was your notebook

he realized soon enough though

he just starred at the pages full of drawings of him

you waked in and he just calmly put the notebook down

he asks why you drew him and you turn pink

as you try to formulate a coherent response he sighs and makes his way to you

he gently flicks your forehead and smiles

“I never said I didn’t like them”

Will

ok so lets talk about our dear yandere boy Will

you hang out a lot at his villa

usually you are accompanied by Vincent

but today he remembered he had a painting to finish and left

you offered to walk him to the gate and he gladly accepted

however you forgot your sketchbook on the dining table

William instantly noticed this and couldn’t help but take a peek

he’s shooketh

the drawing are so cute  he really likes them

you come in and he smiles at you

your kind of embarrassed because 1 you didn’t want him to see that and 2 he asked you if you could draw in front of him

“ The way thou hand moves across this paper mesmerizes me”

you turn bright red but your happy he likes it

[toloveawarlord]

Pt. 5

Characters: Alara, Jean, Comte, Napoleon

Tagging: @plumpblueberry​ @ihavenotfallenyet​ @lady-moonbroch​ @littlewitty ​ @ladyhavilliard​ @miss-wish-a-lot​ @sakura-1819​ @voltage-vixen​ @nad-zeta​ @stardust-dreamer13 @raymiazaki @thetwinkims @starry-starry-night24 (Please let me know if you want to tagged/untagged from this series)

A/N: This was meant to be a part of the 12 Days of Christmas but it's the end of march. Enjoy some Jean, Comte, and Napoleon fluff. Next chapter will be some Isaac and Dazai!

The dimly lit hallway stretched out almost endlessly. Each step taken was silent and cautious, bare feet on plush carpet. She’d thought they’d all be asleep, but one man was crouched by the large window. He looked to be in pain, clutching his shirt above his heart. “Are you okay, mister eye patch?”

His gaze flickered to her. “I am. Please do not concern yourself with me, little one.” The thirst plagued him terribly, but he would bear it without causing harm. Worrying about him shouldn’t be on her mind. She’d been through so much already in her short life.

Jean’s eye widened when her small hand swept under his bangs and touched his forehead.

“You’re warm.” Pale green irises swam with concern. “It’s not fun being sick, so you should sleep and feel better, okay?”

Was he being visited by an angel among humans? The pain was the likely cause of the image, but her gentle voice and tender touch was not of this world. “Yes, you are correct.”

Alara took his hand, tugging softly to prompt him to stand up, intent on seeing him to his bedroom. Like a marionette, Jean couldn’t refuse her guidance and let her lead him down the hallway until he announced which room was his.

“Oh! I’ll be right back!” And off she went before he’d gotten another word out.

Jean lowered his aching body down onto the edge of the bed. She did not belong in a place so dangerous, but the world itself was cruel. Was it his place to dictate where she might stay? His own struggle with being a vampire shouldn’t be the reason that the girl was taken away from somewhere she already found happiness in.

His door creaked, signaling her return. “Sebastian made me some earlier, and it made me feel better!” Between her hands was a mug with steam rising from the tea. She gingerly placed it on the nightstand. Once her hands were free, she whispered, “I put a little bit of sugar in it so it’s sweet, but don’t tell anyone!”

The butler had argued with her about how sugar wouldn’t help make her better.

She giggled at her secret, watching the soldier take a long sip. It did little to quench his thirst for blood, but it soothed his soul. He’d be cautious of her, keep his distance, but he couldn’t deny how seamlessly she’d fallen into place here within less than a few days.

“I’ll go now so you can sleep. Feel better, okay?”

A ray of pure heavenly light in this dark and gloomy world.

Tiredness couldn’t catch her. Instead of returning to her bedroom, the girl moved down the hallway, looking for any others who might be awake at this late hour. to her dismay, nearly all the doors were firmly closed with no signs of a resident being awake.

Save for one, cracked slightly and emitting warmth from the lit fireplace, drawing her in to peek through. Come sat in his chair with a stack of half sorted letters on the table beside him, scanning one before putting it on the disposal pile.

“You may come in, ma petite Cherie.”

Alara slipped in, a curious expression on her features. The fire crackled in the silence. “How did you know it was me?” She was sure that he hadn’t looked up at her. Unlike Oscar, speaking with him didn’t frighten her. His presence calming, overflowing with tenderness and care.

“You have the smallest steps of all who reside here,” he answered with a gentle smile. Comte absentmindedly wondered how she’d blossom here, having a home where she feared nothing, yearned for nothing.

And how she might bring together his residents. Unbeknownst to her, the girl was surrounded by the greatest men in history. Her education wouldn’t be lacking, being taught by them. And they would surely learn from her as well, even if they didn’t realize it.

“That’s because I have small feet.” Her little arms stuck out for balance as she shifted to one leg, raising the other and wiggling her foot around for show. Her tinkling laughter sweeter than the melody playing through the gramophone.

Comte chuckled, setting the letter aside when she approached. “Do you like it here, Alara?” The answer so clearly written on her features as she bobbed her head, climbing up into the chair with his assistance.

The girl plopped into his lap, leaning her back against the armrest. “Yeah. There’s a lot of people here but they’re nice, not like the staff at my home.” Pale green irises reflected painful sorrow at the memory. “I miss my mama. It hurts when I think about her.”

“Yes, it hurts to lose someone you care so deeply for.”

The pureblood vampire lost his breath at the compassionate gaze directed up at him as Alara touched her small hand to his chest above his heart. He was completely exposed. All the pain and heartache he’d seen over his unnaturally long years were no longer hidden in the depths of his heart.

“You lost someone too.” Her voice quivering but resonating empathy.

Comte could rarely be called speechless. He’d traveled through waves of grief, braving many emotional storms over the centuries. Always alone. Always trudging forward to find some semblance of peace after the destruction of his heart and soul. Bringing together his residents had brought the vampire a sliver of light.

But she was a lighthouse in the darkest of storms. Calling him to the warmth and safety of the shore where perhaps the heaviness that weighed down upon him might be lifted.

“Being sad together is much better than being sad alone,” Alara said as her lips tugged upward into a melancholic smile. Water pooled in her eyes but never spilled. The aching pain of losing her mother, her home etched across every inch of her face and yet she smiled at him, trying to bring comfort to someone else.

The gracious and neutral Comte, the Comte who would strive to any lengths to keep his residents happy above all else, above his own desires and wants...

He had crumbled. Faltered.

Golden irises gazed down at the little girl in his lap. Would it be so unfounded to believe that fate had delivered her to him? To this house, far, far away from the place of pain that she’d once resided? He swept her raven hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Yes, I believe you’re right.”

For the first time he could remember, Comte wanted something of his own, regardless of how anyone else may feel about it.

The fire snapped and popped as the burnt logs shifted, echoing the lock around his heart clanking open, revealing a fierce desire to protect and nurture this sweet little girl. Her home must be here. Comte believed that to be the truest of all.

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Morning arrived and with it, renewed energy to explore the mansion and its grounds. Alara didn’t want to stray too far for fear of Oscar lurking. She was sure he’d return, to collect his property, to punish her with whatever his twisted mind conjured up, and to silence the only witness.

But she’d managed to wander outside far enough to sneak into the stables. Heat hung in the air, comfortable like a gentle hug. The sky was cloudless, a bright shade of blue that brought happiness to the soul. A wonderful day to be outside.

The bale of hay shifted under her weight as Alara struggled to reach the mane of the chestnut brown horse in the stall. They were big creatures, and startled as easy as she did, but she’d always liked them. Oscar hadn’t allowed her to be around his prized horses, lest she cause them injury, which would cost him money.

A silent snap of the rope holding the bale together caused the rectangle of hay to fall apart. Alara pitched backwards but didn’t hit the dirt floor. Instead, she found herself caught in a pair of arms. Her gaze lifted. “Mr. Eye-patch.”

“Are you injured?” Jean asked, setting her on her feet. He thought he should keep his distance, stay in his solitude as much as possible. But he’d awoke to a strange room. His but...

“Yes, you caught me after all!” She spun around to face him, green irises alight with delight. He didn’t look sickly as he did the previous night and that made her happy.

Jean held out the small canvas that he’d found on his nightstand when he’d awoken. “Is this your work?” The picture was a simple one; the sun barely fitting in the small rectangle with streaks of golden rays. It hardly fit in his bedroom.

But her smile answered before she started to speak.

“Vincent gave me some paints and I made it for you! Your room is empty, like the place I used to live in. Mama made me homemade paints from flowers, but these were real. The fancy kind.” She’d been most thrilled to be given all the painting materials. He’d gifted her brushes and canvases as well, promising to give her more when she ran out.

“I understand, but why? I’ve done nothing deserving of this.”

Her head tilted as she hummed in thought. Deserve was a word thrown at her daily during Oscar’s reprimands. She didn’t understand what it meant, but Alara did her best to put her thoughts into words. “The sun is bright, and happy. Even in an empty room, the sun can chase away the scary shadows. Mama gave me the sun... but I don’t need it anymore, so I gave it to you.”

Even if it was only a painting, a canvas with yellow paint smeared in a circle not so symmetrical, it brought about a sense of brightness. It was the kind of brightness that touched the soul, warm and vibrant. A gift given out of pure selflessness, with no desire for anything in return. A generous blessing.

“I see.” He’d intended to return it, but now he wanted nothing more than to cherish it for eternity. Truly, an angel had descended upon the mansion. Jean gently clutched the painting to his chest as if it were a lifeline. Danger lurked for her here as a human, gnawing at his resolve. He couldn’t, in good conscience, agree for her to remain here. “I thank you for the gift. Please be more careful when in the stables.”

Alara looked at the mess she’d created with a sheepish smile. “Oops.”

Her name was called from the distance. Sebastian in search of her. Jean wore a ghost of a smile as he motioned for her to go on. “I’ll see to this.”

“Thank you, Mr. Eye-patch!” The girl whirled around to seek out the butler still calling for her.

“Jean is my name.”

Pale green irises crinkled with her grin. The nickname one that might stick if not corrected. “Bye, Jean!” She waved enthusiastically before trotting off. Her spirits lifted knowing that he liked the painting she’d made.

Sebastian met her at the back door, tasking the girl with the hardest chore at this time of day. The sun reaching its peak signaled noon neared. One resident had yet to remove himself from bed, and the butler sent her to wake him.

“Napoleon...” Her voice barely a whisper, peeking up over the edge of the bed. She couldn’t see him, only a lump in the center of the bed. The former emperor cocooned in his bed. “Sebastian says it's time to get up, you can’t sleep all day, and... hmm, something about Isaac that I can’t remember. So, you have to get up, okay?”

But as she poked the comforter, there was no response.

Alara groaned softly, unsure of how to proceed. She’d never encountered an adult who couldn’t get themselves out of bed at a decent hour. What was one to do when they didn’t rouse? She climbed onto the edge of the bed to be closer and without hesitation, smacked her palm against the top of the lump, connecting with Napoleon’s head, receiving a muffled grunt.

One arm struck out from under the sheets and secured around her torso, dragging the girl into his clutches. Napoleon planted a kiss against her forehead, and then rolled onto his side to hug her to his body.

“Hey! I’m not sleepy!” She struggled to free herself amidst a fit of laughter but to no avail. He was much too strong for her to escape. “You’re weird!”

“Shh, it’s too early for such talk.” Napoleon responded through a yawn. He was quite surprised that Sebas had opted for sending in Alara to wake him up. A change of pace that wasn’t so bad. “Don’t you want to take a nap?”

Alara wiggled even more with her face smooshed into the white comforter. “It’s the middle of day, and I’m too big for naps.” At least, she believed it to be so. This time of day was when she was allowed outside for only an hour, and it couldn’t be wasted sleeping.

The demi-vampire chuckled, finally opening his emerald eyes. “The secret is that no one is too big for a nap. But if it’s noon, I suppose Isaac is awaiting me to accompany him to town.” He’d promised to go today, and he was a man of his word. Napoleon managed to untangle himself from the covers, brushing his hand through messy black locks.

“Why are you going into town?” This mansion was massive, and she couldn’t imagine it not possessing more than enough rooms to occupy oneself with almost anything. There was a library for reading, and a music room with a grand piano. The parlor even had a plethora of games.

He nearly invited her along. It would be beneficial for her to be around other children and having Isaac teach her as well. But with Oscar’s whereabouts unknown, Napoleon feared for her safety. Men like Oscar didn’t simply walk away. “Isaac and I have an engagement to attend.”

“Oh.”

“We won’t be away for too long, and I thought perhaps you might like Isaac to teach you.” If he made the outing sound boring, she would lose interest and wouldn’t become saddened that she couldn’t go. And it would be great practice for the shy physicist to work one on one with a child. Maybe it would assist in opening him up around the kids in town.

“Teach me what?” Alara didn’t have any education at her previous residence. Oscar wouldn’t allow her any tutors, and her mother hadn’t the time to even teach her to read or write.

“Isaac happens to be incredibly smart. He knows all sorts of things. I’m sure there’s plenty of interesting subjects you could learn. You could ask him about the stars.” Napoleon was sure the subject would intrigue her. All children had a fascination with the night sky. Stories of how wishing on them was lucky.

Her eyes sparkled at the idea. “Stars are really pretty! They twinkle and sometimes they move across the sky. There are patterns too! Some are really close together,” Alara pinched her index finger and thumb almost together as she spoke. She could easily see them through the barred window high up on the wall of her room.

“Those have names, and I can guarantee that Isaac knows them all.” He climbed from the bed to collect a change of clothes.

“When will he be back?” She couldn’t wait, bubbling with excitement to know more about the stars she adored so much. Alara nearly fell as she too left the comfortable bed, but she regained her balance just barely.

He chuckled at her excitement. “I suppose the sooner we leave, the sooner we’ll return. In the meantime, it’s lunch time, that is, if you’re hungry.” He easily took her mind off the anticipation for Isaac to return for the time being and shifted it to a more pressing matter.

Napoleon watched her race out of his room with an amused smile. It had only been a few days since her surprising arrival through the kitchen window, but she’d fallen into place without issue. Her fears showed clearly at times, but they were soon swept away, soothed out by her delight of being here. He was confident that no ill would befall her here.

None of them were capable of it.

Here, in this mansion, she’d surely thrive.

[nafeary]

Can I have some really short headcanons with MC spending time with the Ikevamp boys?

✧✎ A/N: Hiii sweets! As I’m dealing with pretty heavy topics right, both in life and writing (my cheating!mc headcanon, oh my), I decided to make this short fluffy one first. Make sure to drink water and to sleep well :))))

Also, these kept on getting longer (and longer and longer)... I dunno how that happened 🤷‍♀️

Napoleon Bonaparte

While you enjoyed accompanying the former emperor and Isaac to teach the children in town

Or going for tranquil evening strolls

Or watching him spar with Jean (HOT)

Both of your favourite past time by far was you waking him, and the cuddling that would always follow (among other... activities *wink wink*)

He’d nuzzle up against your neck, enklindling giggles from you as he protested about you wanting to help Sebastian with breakfast

You couldn’t bring yourself to care too much (sorry Sebas)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Music is the centre of his life; but so are you

He had to learn to give you the attention you deserved, and he’d often wonder if you were were truly content with sitting beside him as he played

You’d love to watch the genius in action, humming and singing along when you happen to recognize his songs

If you don’t already know, he’d teach you to play the piano and the violin

And despite being the ever strict instructor, you’d often catch his tranquil simper as his hands would ghost over your own

Leonardo Da Vinci

After all your chores would be completed, you’d hunt down the Renaissance man

Which would be quite time consuming, as he could be anywhere. Literally.

Once you succeeded in your mission, you’d sit beside wherever he decided to sleep this time (sometimes with one of your heads resting on the other’s lap) and you’d talk. As simple as that

You were, of course, aware of the scientist’s unquenchable thirst for knowledge, and you were more than glad to tell him about everything you knew about your time in detail

In return, he’d find a way to charge your phone, as you always expressed the desire to show him actual pictures of your old life

Curious boi is impressed

Arthur Conan Doyle

If his girlfriend were to be a social butterfly, you’d probably enjoy tagging along with the third wheel Theo to their regular bars, sharing embarrassing anecdotes of each other

Both of you could often be seen taking Vic for a walk, and Arthur would, no fail, try to get your attention away from the dog acting as his love rival

You could only roll your eyes at his histeronic behavior as he pulled you close, hiding his flaming cheeks at your teasing

If you tend to be more quiet loving, you’d indulge in some alone time in his room [goddammit, not that type of indulging]. As you listened to his calming puffs or air, he’d sometimes ask you to read some of his drafts

Whatever the case was, it would always end with Arthur sweetly pecking your purses lips, a smile gracing his handsome face

Vincent Van Gogh

Wanderlust is a mutual feeling you two shared, and Theodorus had to come to terms with the fact that you two could disappear for hours to end

As soon as you two would find a stunning location, he’d unpack his painting supplies while asking you questions about your old life

You two preferred to stay until the sun would retire for the moon to reign, so that the artist’s canvas had the chance to dry

Sebas would always prepare some snacks for you two upon Comte’s suggestion (because Sugar Daddy takes care of his kids)

As the picnic blanket lay beneath you two, Vincent would pull you close, basking in the serene serenity of your embrace

Thedorus Van Gogh

Baking!

Whether you know or don’t know (in which case Sebastian would gladly help you out) how to cook, the others would find the resident couple in the kitchen as Theo judged your pastries

Of course, he might be mean about it, but that was just apart of him that you’ve learnt to live with; after all, you weren’t perfect either

You discovered that he preferred his sweets... well, sweet, so you have grown used to making two batches of every dough/custard/anything, really: one for you and the other residents, and one solely for him

He’d sometimes saunter behind you, swiftly swiping some saccharine cream onto his finger from a bowl you were currently using. Before you could utter your protests, he’d paint your lips with it, a smirk parading across his cheeks

Successfully shutting you up with a tooth rottingly sweet kiss, he’d say, “Your creations are quite delicious, wouldn’t you agree, knabbletje?” [Would you look at that, Food Play!Theo has returned]

Your knee joints were seemingly replaced by the jelly chilling in the basement

Dazai Osamu

When he’d require inspiration for his novels (or simply felt trapped in his own misery), he’d find himself looking across the vast expanse of le Comte’s land

And somehow, he’d find you more than often amongst the flowers, waving at him to join you

He’d assist you as you cared for the flowers, watching your lithe and nimble hands as they practically danced across the fields

A few butterflies would appear, and he somehow had the ability to make them land on his finger as he explained each of their meanings, explanations spanning from eastern culture to Native American even

You’re always so fixed on the little butterflies resting on him, the writer can’t help himself but kiss your forehead, the subsequent crimson staining your face eliciting such a calm expression from him that you can’t help but smile at his joy

Isaac Newton

As you were both more than busy during the day, you’d vacate your time as the first stars speckled the horizon, Isaac busying himself with mapping the stars

You’d sometimes ask him to teach you, but you tended to zone out as the lectures became more and more scientific and “can you please repeat that in English”-like

Despite the ire lining his voice when he noticed your blank stare, his pouting made it rather apparent that he didn’t mind

He’d scoff whenever you’d start with astrology. “But you’re determined, just like a Capricorn.” “That doesn’t mean anything.”

As more and more stars would appear, you’d catch yourselves gaze more into each other’s eyes than the sky, alabaster rays illumining your loving eyes

His research would be entirely forgotten as your head rested upon his shoulder, liking the prospect of your figurative weight resting on him

Jean d’Arc

You want to watch him spar

Soft boi doesn’t want you to watch him spar

You want to try using his foil

Soft boi doesn’t want you to try using his foil

More than adamant about not revealing his dark side (you couldn’t care less, him sparing was hot but you didn’t know how to bring that up)

As such, you’d ask him to go shopping with you, arguing that his presence would act as the perfect protection

Foolproof way to persuade the stoic soldier: Volume I

You’d enjoy spending time with him in quiet cafes, enjoying him struggle to contain his expressions of content upon trying all the delicacies

Stone on the outside, panic in the inside when you decided to lower yourself onto his lap, telling him that no one could see you two (soldier life did not prepare him for his flirty amour)

William Shakespeare

Stabbing is his favourite past time

To Theo’s disgust, whenever you and and his broer would visit THE creep, he’d often return alone, relying your wish of staying at his mansion for a little while longer

He’d be besotted by all the stories you relayed to him, all the anecdotes of modern life

As you saw his latest works, you were glad he wasn’t using the residents for his drama anymore

He also liked dancing with you, in the moment the clock would hit midnight. As you would both sway beneath the moon’s embrace, he had never felt more at peace

Comte de Saint-Germain

Sugar Daddy likes buying you stuff, that’s it. That’s the headcanon

Jk, but he genuinely enjoys the prospect of shopping clothes with you

He’d even draft some on his own (I mean, have you seen his fashion style? Yes babayyy). If you were a fan of design, you’d both make outfits for one another

Would buy you the best silk if you wanted it... would buy you holo fabric from the future if you wanted it

After your shopping would be done, you’d walk along the Seine, reminiscing about the times none of you have gotten to life in

He enjoyed having you in his office, allowing you to vent about noble ladies that thought they could do as they please and parade around your man

As your ire left your ears fuming, he’d muse how scrumptiously adorable your jealousy it

He’d probably lift you ontop his desk to show you that you had absolutely nothing to fear— if you get what I mean ;)

...What are you talking about? I wasn’t talking about that 🙄. He’d simply show you all the designs you’ve made together smh

Sebastian

Vampires were goddamn lucky creatures. They, unlike him, didn’t have to deal with those horrid muscle cramps

However, his pain was more than familiar to you. Thus, one evening, you proposed as you prepared for bed if he’d like a massage from you

It would... sometimes lead to other acts, but that’s a story for another time 🙃

...I- that’s- I was talking about him massaging her... I should probably omit these insinuations

Now, you’d also spent time by adjusting your (and Dazai’s) favourite Japanese dishes with ingredients the 19th century France granted

This would oftentimes lead to questionable results, but you two would laugh it off with mirth enjoying your company

I am physically unable to write a Theo without foodplay, or Dazai without angsty undertones

[op-peccatori]

per sempre tuo (M) | IkeVamp Leonardo

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Leonardo da Vinci/Fem!Reader 

Rating: Explicit/18+/NSFW

Word Count: 4400

Summary: Your lover has many different sides, and you adore every single one of them.

per sempre tuo: forever yours

a/n: Finally. This is just some unnecessarily long fluffy smut to cope with finishing his route. Yes, I did listen to Italian music for this and yes, I did cry at some of the lyrics. I recommend the first 2 (A Te and Magnolia) if you wanna give it a listen~ AND, for Thirst Purposes, I’ve installed a reading nook in Leonardo’s room.

I had a tough time with the title, trying to pick which was more appropriate, per sempre tuo or tuo per sempre, but I went with the former...

(warnings/tags under the cut)

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, no plot, extreme cheesiness, some minor spoilers for Leo’s route

You’re not sure what wakes you–the gentle thrum of the rain outside the windows, or the familiar, sweet scent wafting over to you.

Slipping out from underneath the comforting mantle of slumber, you shiver and curl up sleepily.  

Or maybe it was the cold, the hint of autumn chill brushing warm skin as you turn over with a groan to find your usual bedmate missing. With a quick search of the disorderly room, you blink at the way your head throbs and squint at Leonardo. He’s curled up in his little reading nook, with the window cracked open, and you watch as he–cigarillo held between sanguine smudged fingers–sucks in a mouthful of smoke. It spills from his lips in slow, curling wisps after a few seconds. 

Further inspection reveals a notebook resting on his lap, an unbuttoned shirt, and chestnut strands pulled back into a short, messy ponytail that does unfair things to your libido. You don’t sit up just yet, content to let your eyes run over him as you try to recall the events of last night. 

Dinner had, as always, been a warm, chaotic affair. You remember being unable–and unwilling because it had been a while since you had indulged–to turn down Comte’s offer of wine. You remember the slow buzz creeping through your veins as you laughed at Arthur and Theo’s bickering, the droopy look on Sebastian’s face as it snuck up on him too, and the endearing flush on Isaac’s cheeks, unsure if it was wine-induced or if it was the result of Dazai’s teasing. 

A flush fills your own cheeks as you remember Leonardo’s warm gaze and soft lips, telling you to have fun as he left to have a quick chat with his old friend.

You remember accepting another glassful of the beverage, and you remember Sebas walking you to your room–which doesn’t explain why you’re in Leonardo’s bed instead of your own. It’s a bit like staring into murky water, trying to identify what lurks beneath the surface, and it slipping away just when you’re on the verge of discovery.

You refocus on his still figure.

Leonardo is, at his core, a man of action. With an eager mind, hands that itch to reach for something or the other–a book, drawing tools, things to repair, and ever since you came into his life, you. 

Jack of all trades, master of nearly all. 

Watching him at any time is fascinating; it’s hard to take your eyes off of him, you’re always eager to watch him in motion. And then there are the times where he’s quiet.

You hadn’t realized it at first, but it’s clearer right now as you observe him silently. He’s more subdued when it rains. It had been different when the two of you had been caught out in that sudden shower, but even now, the restlessness seems to have withdrawn, leaving placidity in its wake. 

He loves his naps, but the way he’s curled up next to the window, listless, eyes unfocused–he looks almost lonely. 

“Buongiorno.” Your startled gaze meets his, the cool gold of his eyes heating as they catch you staring. He turns his head to face you, his upturned mouth and the little crinkles in the corner of his eyes sending warmth fluttering through you even from across the room. “Slept well?” 

“Mm, I think so.” A yawn catches you off guard, quickly covered up by the back of your hand. You stretch languidly, feeling your muscles release, before you sit up, reaching for the top of your head to pat down flyaways. Your dress from the previous day is draped over the back of a chair, prompting a quick startled glance down at your body. You’re in one of Leonardo’s shirts; with a grateful sigh, you reach for the glass of water he somehow managed to make space for on his crowded bedside table. “I feel like I did.”

With the way he perks up, you wonder if he’s been waiting for you to wake up and play with him. The thought amuses you for a moment; sometimes, he really does act like a cat. You meet his eyes again, and he looks curious, putting out his cigarillo in a little ashtray on the windowsill. He’s always curious about what’s going through your head. 

“I hope you do. You were out cold,” Leonardo replies after a moment’s pause, before something sly crawls into his tone, the mischief glittering in his eyes putting you on guard. “I’d say you slept like the dead, but your snoring could’ve actually woken them up instead.” 

You barely avoid choking on the cool drink, gulping down a mouthful of it as you glare at him as dangerously as you can. It only serves to widen his smile. 

“Lies.”

“Nope. It was cute, though. I like it when you snore.” 

“When I-how often do I do it?” Your voice is shriller than you would like, and he, being the infuriating man that he is, starts laughing. 

“No need to get so worked up, cara mia,” he soothes, closing his notebook and placing it on a shelf behind him. He reaches for a damp cloth, wiping his hands clean, and closes the window.  “Come here, you look cold over there.” He looks colder. 

“I am cold,” you mumble, embarrassment still hot on your skin, but you can’t resist his beckoning fingers and climb out of bed quickly, the hem of his shirt falling to the middle of your bare thighs. Picking your way across the room as deftly as you can, a low hiss escapes you as you end up stepping on what looks like a puzzle piece. 

He reaches for you with a sheepish smile, gathering you up in his arms before settling back against the wall, reaching down to rub the sole of your foot tenderly. 

“Sorry about that,” he murmurs, his calm voice warm, raspy gravel, reaching down to the very depths of you; wrapped up in his embrace, his heat seeping through the layers of cloth between your skin, you can’t help but melt into him with a soft hum. With your head cradled against his chest, you peer out the window. The skies are a solemn grey, but the flowers are there to make up for it, looking brighter in the light shower as they reach toward the heavy clouds.

You mull over his words for a moment, worry filling your heart, pressing your lips to the side of his neck before tilting your head back to look at him. “Is that why you were awake? You couldn’t sleep because of me?” 

At your words, he looks close to laughter, the corners of his lips quirked, but he fails miserably and presses it to your scrunched up brow. “I’ve slept through a lot worse, so no.” 

You study his expression for a moment longer, gauging the sincerity in his eyes, before you nod. Wondering what kind of stories are behind those soft words. “Oh. Also, did I pass out at the dining table? Because I don’t remember getting back to your room…”

“No, you didn’t. Last I saw you there, you were wide awake, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh that loudly. But by the time I got back, you’d already gone up to your room. ” Confusion creeps in, and Leonardo chases it away with a swift peck to your scrunched nose. “We should get you drunk more often.”  

You think back to dinner, and while it’s all a bit blurry you do remember having fun.

“So, I didn’t do anything embarrassing?” His fingers skim down your arm to tangle with your fingers, bringing them up so he can press his lips to the back of your hand. 

“Hmm. I think we have different opinions on what makes something ‘embarrassing’.” You stare at him until he grins again, sudden and wicked. “Don’t you remember singing for us?”

You resist the urge to jump out the window. “Oh no.”

“It was lovely,” he insists, chuckling when you swat him. 

“I can barely sing when I’m sober, and my drunken version has been likened to the screeching of a cat.”

“I don’t agree at all. I enjoyed it quite a bit.” 

“Of course you enjoyed it.” Feeling quite faint from the force of your despair, you attempt to escape his hold only for him to tighten it, pressing you back into him. You pull, he pushes. He pulls, you push. Your brief tussle ends with you sitting back against his chest, curled up between his legs, and a shiver running up your spine when you feel his lips on your neck.

“I did. Let’s see–I loved how free you looked, the way your hair escaped your neat little braid, the way you throw your head back when your laughter seizes you. The way you smiled at me, with your flushed cheeks and smiling eyes, reaching for me as if you never wish to be parted from me again. I loved it all.” His breath falls hotly on your skin and you’re frozen in his embrace, your heart holding onto every word that rolls off his silver tongue. “There was just one little problem.”

Your first attempt to speak dies in your throat. You wet your lips and try again, eyes sliding shut as he presses a burning, open-mouthed kiss beneath your jaw. “What was it?” 

Leonardo hums, lips forging a path up to your ear. “I wasn’t the only one to see all of that.” 

Fingers trace the jut of your collarbone, slow and inquisitive, as you work through the implications of his words. “I doubt anyone would see it the way you do.” 

“In this, cuore mio, you’re completely wrong. Not only do they see what I do, they covet. They envy. I don’t blame them for it, you’re a blessing one can only dream to have, but it still…” 

“But still?” 

He nips at the shell of your ear, hand smoothing across your abdomen, and your breath grows heavy. 

“It makes a part of me want to hide you away, away from their longing eyes. I would never do that, but a man still feels the need to stake his claim, yeah?” His hand dips under your shirt, tracing incomprehensible patterns on your skin, the calloused pads of his fingers skimming the skin beneath your breasts. “The entire time I was speaking with ‘Comte’ I was thinking of what beautiful side of you would be revealed next.” 

Your next words are carried on a breathless whisper.

“What did you do?” And you feel the way his lips, pressed to your temple, curl up. “What happened after that?” 

“Heh. Nothing.” He bites at the plump flesh of your cheek, light and playful even as his hand drifts up to cup one breast. Something is lodged in your throat and it feels like it might be your heart. “You did all the work for me.” 

It must’ve been something embarrassing, because you know the way he tugs at a nipple, rolling it between nimble fingers, is more of a distraction. The knowledge doesn’t stop your stomach from clenching with anticipation. “What did I do?”

“Nothing as bad as you’re imagining. I went looking for you, you see,” Leonardo licks up the length of your neck, kissing his way across your skin. Your fingers dig into the firm flesh of his thigh, holding onto the cloth as he sucks red, blooming marks. “But you weren’t in your room. Gave me quite a fright. I found you soon enough, though; stumbling through the halls, trying to find your way to your darling Leo’s room.” 

“I don’t remember that at all…”

His other hand cups your sex, heel pressing in with purpose as your head tips back, lips parting. “Don’t think anybody’s ever been that happy to see me. It was quite a kiss. Did I mention I had a few of the others looking for you too?” 

Leonardo’s palm slips further down, caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh, his cheek brushing yours when you try to look at him. He helps you turn around, leaving you kneeling between his legs, his fingers brushing your cheeks before he cups them and pulls you into a sweet kiss. The taste of his thin cigar spills rich on your tongue, the proof of his arousal brushing against your knee, but he seems content to just kiss you, tongue curling around yours, making a satisfied little sound low in his throat.

Desire burns low in your belly and you pull away with a gasp, forehead dipping to press against his.

With eyes dancing with fervour, he doesn’t look so lonely anymore. You worry, sometimes, that you won’t be able to reach him, that your worlds are too different. He’s a living legend who seems so out of everyone’s league it’s almost funny. 

But he’s also Leo: easygoing and warm, when all he wants is to curl up in your arms, to kiss you, and run his hands all over you, a dragon curling and rubbing itself all over its greatest treasure. When he just soaks up every bit of affection you offer him like a starving sponge.

The flat of his palm meets the soft flesh of your rear with a low smack, pulling you out of your musing. 

“I think that’s really e-embarrassing.” 

Such a demanding old cat, you think. Always wanting to hoard your attention. You should save that one; he gets, quite subtly, but adorably huffy when you say that. You’ve seen his quiet, simmering anger over the big things, but it brings you an odd sort of joy when he gets playfully mad at you over the little things. When instead of shrugging it off, he pouts until you’ve peppered enough kisses all over his face. 

He pinches your stinging flesh.

“Don’t agree. Story’s not over, though. So, then I brought you back here, but you decided to be a bad girl and torture your helpless compagno.” His hands slip up your shirt to cup your breasts, your back arching when his thumbs brush over tightening nipples.

“I’m not sure h-helpless is a word I would ever use to de-describe you.” Desire begins to pool between your legs, your head dropping back when he rolls the peaks between his forefingers and thumbs. You slip the shirt over your head, much to his approval and he doesn’t hesitate before leaning in for a taste, his next words spoken into your skin.

“No, you wouldn’t, would you? But when the love of your life kisses you so sweetly, tasting like rich wine, with her hand on your cock–” He sucks a taut nipple into his mouth, working his mouth roughly as you moan and weave trembling fingers through his hair. “And you have to tuck her into bed because she’s drunk, and spend the rest of the night trying to think of the most disgusting things you’ve seen in your life? One can only wonder what circle of hell invented this.” 

“I-“ your skin burns at the thought of you trying to drunkenly seduce him, and you sit back on your heels with ears burning hotly. “I’m sorry.” 

“Me too. You put up a real tough fight, nearly convinced me…the places my mind went…” Leonardo sighs and slips a leg between your thighs, laughing when you squirm at the firm muscle of his thigh pressing into your sex. “Yeah? You wanna know?” 

“Did I really do that?” It comes to you in one single sentence, and the memory of Leonardo’s body pinned beneath you. 

“I just want to feel you. Please?”

Strong hands grip your hips and pull you forward, the friction robbing you of all coherence for a second. “I very nearly prayed.” 

You can’t help but laugh at that, planting soft kisses on both his cheeks, reaching for the collar of his shirt to pull him closer. “I’m really sorry.”

“Mm.” The pleased possessiveness in his eyes always takes your breath away, and the way he sighs and relaxes at your touch makes your heart thump in delight. It always ends up this way; a quiet moment spent with hands running over warm skin, the muscles of his chest firm under your fingers, your spine stretching as his palm slides along the length of it. “I’ll allow you to make up for it.”

“Yeah?” Your lips brush over his, and you breathe in the sweet scent lingering in his breath. Your hand slides down his solid abdomen, coming to rest on the waistband of his pants. “What do you need me to do?” 

With a small hum, his darkened eyes fixated on yours, clever fingers brush your breasts, your sex, and in a move that makes your breath hitch in your throat, they wander over to your rear, between plump flesh–and you immediately consider if what you’ll need is available or if you’ll have to run down to the kitchen. 

Leonardo kisses his way across your cheek, soft and sweet, lips warming your ear. “Smile for me.”

You blink as he pulls back to grin boyishly at you, feeling your brow twitch as your head drops to his shoulder. “You make me feel like a horny pervert.”

“Aren’t you?”

The sound you make is childish, near whiny in tone as you attempt to jump off his lap and flee to the safety of his bed. An admirable attempt, but one that is foiled right away by his arms wrapping around you. “Hey, don’t run from me.” 

“Leave me to my shame, Leo.” He pulls you close, chest pressing to chest, and your lips quiver at the feeling of your breasts against his muscle, and the way he tries to look stern but his affection just softens it until you want to eat him up. 

“You’re so pretty, Leo. Sometimes I wanna just eat you up.”

Dear Lord. Drunk you is shameless. 

“No shame in wanting your lover, cara mia,” Leonardo coos, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I want you just as badly, in every single way, all the time. Il mio cuore è tutto per te,” he murmurs, pulling your hips down to meet his, your mouth watering at the hard ridge of his erection. 

“I don’t see you making a fool of yourself,” you breathe, rolling your hips into his, thrill unfurling within you when he growls throatily. 

“If you saw what goes on in my head, you would run.” His voice is a power unto itself, growing deeper, going straight to your pussy. You reach for the fly of his pants, unbuttoning it swiftly and tugging at them until he lifts his hips with a thick chuckle. 

“Never. I’m far braver than that, and much too in love,” you declare, yanking the fabric down his thighs, taking a moment to admire the thick muscle defining them. 

“And you say I’m the smooth talker.” You crawl up the length of his long legs, his keen eyes raking over you, swaying breasts calling his hands to them like fleshy magnets. “Come to me, cara mia. I’ve been waiting too long to get my hands on you.” 

The head of his hard cock pokes at your thigh when you settle over his lap, his legs spread out. It begins to leak with a few pumps from you, and your eyes flit between the beads of his precome and the way his lashes flutter with each movement of your hand. 

“I don’t think I can wait too long,” he groans. “I was hard most of the night. Wanted you so bad.” 

“Sorry, baby.” You press your lips to his chastely, again and again until his other hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, keeping you there. Rough fingers reach your entrance, collecting drops of your arousal before pushing in. A wicked grin stretches across your mouth, matching his own. 

“Ah, I don’t think you’re up for waiting either.” Shuffling on your knees, you guide the head of his cock to your entrance, slack-jawed as you sink onto it. 

“...Fuck, Leo.” 

Leonardo draws you into another kiss, teeth sinking into your lip when you clench him tightly. His hands squeeze your thighs and, in a display of strength that honest to god has your pussy fluttering, he lifts onto his knees with ease, your legs coming to wrap around his hips. With his tongue still licking into your mouth, he pulls you half off his cock before jerking you back down and slamming his hips into yours. He swallows every moan, every cry, every wrecked sound that climbs up your throat. 

“You feel so good, cara mia. So perfect. And you’re all mine,” he growls into your skin, his thrusts relentless, intent on taking you apart. He presses you back into the bookshelf, and your heart pounds in your chest when he adjusts his grip on your thighs, pushing them back and hooking your calves over his broad shoulders.

The next, merciless slide of his length into you has your eyes rolling back. It’s only in this, when it comes to sex and your pleasure that Leonardo can push you in different, filthy ways until you’re left shaking. Your voice climbs in pitch with every rough thrust, your hands scrambling for purchase on a shelf behind you. 

“There, oh, there, please, k-keep doing that,” you sob, blinking back tears as you look up at him pleadingly, burning hotter at the sharp, consuming desire you see. He presses what feels like impossibly closer, the burning in your thighs strong but the drag of his skin against your bundle of nerves overwhelming. 

“Come for me, ___,” he groans, a wicked smile ghosting across his lips, allowing you a glimpse of fanged teeth and you see stars. Your back arches, head thumping against wood; your walls clamp down, and a hiss leaves his lips as you break in his arms. He slows his pace, fucking you through it, lips chasing away the tears spilling over. 

Forehead pressed to his shoulder, chest heaving, mind and body more jelly than flesh–his cock is still heavy in you, and an involuntary whimper sounds deep in your throat when you look up at him. He kisses you gently.

And with all his gentle affection, he pulls you off of his length and sets you down in front of the window, back arched and ass out, the glass cool against your sweaty cheek. You hiss softly when he slides in again, your breath fogging up the glass, his front curled over your back. Brushing away damp strands, he plants open-mouthed kisses on the nape of your neck, your shoulders. Twining your hair around his fist, other hand steady on your hip–he angles his hips and thrusts deep. 

You had been sure you didn’t have it in you to make even the slightest noise, but your body disagrees in the form of a low keen, your aching cunt swallowing him greedily. 

“That’s my good girl,” Leonardo exhales, his pace turning swifter and harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin providing an erotic contrast to the soothing rain. “Sorry for being so greedy but…” His fingers find your swollen clit and heat coils in your belly. “...I want one more.”

Denying him, your own pleasure at that, is not something within your capacity.

He muffles a guttural groan in your skin, nearly rutting into you as you wail, loud and wanton, unravelling once more. His pace stutters and liquid heat fills you in thick spurts. You turn your head, weak but wanting, to welcome his lips on yours.

Cracking the window open once more, you curl up against his body, his heat more than enough to shield you from the cold. You brush his hair away from his face, his having slipped free in the frenzy of desire. He rubs your lower back gently, covering you with his still-warm shirt, reclining against the bookshelf; you think you almost hear him purr his contentment. 

“Wait, where’s Lumière?” You’ve seen no sign of him, and the thought relieves you a little.

“Following Sebas around, last I saw him,” he mumbles, nosing at the skin behind your ear. You’re both so sweaty, but you wonder if you can make it to Le Thermae without running into any curious residents. “Also, cara mia, there was something I wanted to ask you.” 

“Mm?”

“I talked to Comte about it, and he’s agreed so you don’t need to worry about that. If you’re okay with it, I wanted to take a little trip.” You look at him and he pokes your cheek, but there’s no missing the hopeful look in those eyes. 

“Just us?”

“Just us. I want you all to myself,” he tells you, smug smirk and cockiness, before it softens into a tiny smile. “I had some work, back in Italy. Thought I could take you, show you around since we’d have the chance. Only if you’d like to, of course.”

“I’d love to.” Your immediate response is, quite embarrassingly, teary eyes and an enthusiastic kiss. Pulling back, you raise a brow. “Only if I’d like to? You mean you wouldn’t have wrapped me up in my sleep and taken me along anyway?”

“As you cute as you look when you’re grumpy,” he laughs at the narrowing of your glittering eyes, “the journey would be far more pleasant if you’re happy, no?”

“But I’m always happy when I’m with you,” you point out, foxy smile in place. The fuzzy feeling in your heart feels close to spilling over when he hugs you closer, but you still catch the way the tips of his ears flush. He holds you close as if wanting to imprint the feeling of your body against his, to sear your love onto his heart, to inhale the scent of you and trap it in his lungs–before the day comes when he will no longer have the chance to.

You turn away from the sadness and bury your face in his chest.

“Y-yeah, well. It’s time you got to eat some of the best food in the world.”

Now is the time for love, and you plan to give him so much, to paint him in the colours of your adoration, devotion and passion–that loneliness will not dare touch him for a long, long time.

Thank you for reading~ 

Translation:

il mio cuore è tutto per te: my heart is all for you

cuore mio: my heart 

per sempre tuo: forever yours (tuo is masculine singular possessive, tua is feminine singular possessive)  

[crow-writes-stuff]

Liability

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom:  Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya

Characters: Nakahara Chuuya,  Dazai Osamu

Additional Tags: Whumptober 2020, i hope this counts as whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Self-Doubt, Fever, Prompts:, Waking up Restrained, Shackled, Soukoku | Double Black (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dark Era (Bungou Stray Dogs), Swearing

Summary: Chuuya wakes up shackled in a cell. He only knows that he passed out after using Corruption. Where is Dazai? Something is wrong.

Word Count: 3576

Ao3

Something is wrong. It takes Chuuya a while to clear his head from the heavy fog of unconsciousness and comprehend what exactly. He can't move his arms. No, actually he can't move at all. His arms are just the first thing he notices because they are shackled above his head, his hands hanging limply in their restraints. The rest of his body isn't fairing any better. His ankles are bound with heavy chains, digging into his pale skin. He wants to move them, but nothing happens. His head is too heavy to move around, but he appears to be in some sort of cell. It's dimly lit from somewhere behind him.

He groans as more sensation returns to his body, and he is hit with a wave of pain and nausea. What happened?

Corruption. Right. He and Dazai had been on a mission, and Chuuya had to use Corruption to take out their enemies. That at least explains why he feels like shit. What it doesn't explain is how he ended up here, shackled in a cell. Dazai usually makes sure they're both safe after a fight. Where is Dazai? A bolt of panic shoots through Chuuya, and he manages to look around the cell. He's definitely alone. Fuck. He has to get out of here somehow. He tries again to move his arms but except them starting to shake with exhaustion nothing happens. He soon gives up, head still heavy. This sucks. At least he's still wearing his clothes and the room isn't that cold. His situation could be worse.

His thoughts become more sluggish by the minute, and he gives up trying to hold his head up in any way. Dazai is probably fine. The bastard doesn't die even when he actively tries. Chuuya stops struggling to remain conscious. He'll deal with everything when he can actually stay awake for more than a few minutes.

When he wakes again, his cell is entirely dark. Chuuya can't even make out his legs against the concrete floor. At least he can feel them. Even though that feeling is mostly pain. The chains are still heavy around his ankles, and he's glad their not tight enough to cut off circulation. He has enough other problems already. For one, his throat feels like sandpaper every time he tries to swallow. Chuuya has no idea how long it's been since he had something to drink. But while it hurts, he's not too worried about dehydration. Surely, his captors wouldn't have gone through all the trouble of chaining him up just to let him die of thirst. If they wanted him dead, he would already be. Food currently isn't much of a concern as well. This shortly after using Corruption, he wouldn't be able to keep anything solid down anyway. He's honestly glad that he hasn't vomited all over himself. Not yet, at least. The nausea is still very much present. He tries to breathe through it and concentrate on other things. For example, figuring out where he is, who chained him up here, and how to get out. For once, Chuuya really wishes Dazai was here. He probably would already have picked the locks on their chains, all the way making fun of Chuuya for not being able to do it himself.

Chuuya groans both in frustration and pain. Fuck everything about this. He tries again to move his arms and actually manages to wiggle them a little. It makes the chains holding them up clink quietly, but nothing helpful comes from it. Next, he wants to move his legs but only manages his toes for now. He's still too fucking weak.

Chuuya sighs and resigns himself to his fate for now. There is no harm in trying to get a bit more sleep. It'll help him recover faster, and once there is some light again, he might actually be able to come up with a plan. Or maybe by the time he wakes up, the Port Mafia will already be here to get him out. One can dream, right?

A smarting kick in the ribs rips his dreams straight out of him. Chuuya wakes with a swear, needing a moment to orient himself before he looks up at the person responsible for the newly blooming pain in his side. "What the fuck." His voice is barely more than a rasp, and it hurts to speak at all. The guy towering over him is wearing all black, including a ski mask that obscures his face. Well, that immediately gives Chuuya a bit of hope. They don't want him to know who they are in case he gets out. The man is carrying a bottle in his left hand. Chuuya really hopes that it contains some water and is meant for him. Thankfully the man crouches down next to him and holds the bottle to his lips, tilting it upwards. The moment the liquid hits his chapped lips, Chuuya forgets how pathetic he must look, greedily drinking the cold water. Swallowing still hurts, but he's more than willing to put up with it. Much too fast, the bottle is empty and taken away from him. Without a word, the man stands and turns to leave. "Wait!" Chuuya rasps out. He needs information, damn it. "Who the fuck are you? What do you want with me?" The man only glances back at him and then leaves anyway, locking the cell door behind him. Chuuya swears after him.

When he can no longer hear anything outside his cell, Chuuya sighs. At least he's not as thirsty anymore. And the sleep did help a bit in regaining his strength, even if he still feels too weak. He looks around his cell again. Not only the floor is made of the concrete, so are the walls. His cell door is made out of grey metal. The room is lit by a small window above his head, and Chuuya has to strain himself to see it at all. By the looks of it, it's too small for him to get through even if managed to reach it. Except himself and the chains binding him in place, the cell is empty. Speaking of chains, Chuuya finally looks up at the shackles around his wrists. His skin has already turned red underneath them, standing out against the paleness of his arms. He tries to make his hand as small as possible to slip them off, but it soon proves impossible. He would need to break his thumps, and he's not about to do that right now. Maybe once he's really desperate.

Chuuya takes a deep breath and tries to activate his ability. Searing hot pain shoots through him. His vision goes from white to black in an instant, and an oppressive silence fills his ears.

When his senses return, he can hear someone's heavy, shuddering breaths. It takes him a moment to realise that they're his own. He's shivering despite the room not being that cold. He can also taste metal, and judging by the pain he bit his tongue just now. He desperately wants to spit, but he's afraid his aim won't be good enough. He'd only get blood all over his shirt, and he's already covered in sweat, no need to make it worse. He swallows instead, making his stomach squirm uneasily.

All in all that could have turned out better. Chuuya sighs. Everything hurts, he's shaking, and he still has no idea what to do about this situation. He leans his head back against the wall and winces when the change in position aggravates his smarting muscles even more. He feels so fucking weak. He hates it.

He's weak and useless, and the fact that he had hoped someone would save him is proof of that. Stupid Dazai wouldn't need someone else to get him out of a situation like this. Chuuya probably isn't even worth the effort of being saved. After all, it wouldn't be the first time he's been abandoned. Just shows how worthless he really is to the people around him. He probably deserves it. It's the punishment for what he is; Not human enough for people to care, not monster enough to be useful.

Chuuya closes his stinging eyes; he's not gonna cry. He isn't that pathetic. It's too much of an effort to open his eyes again, so he leaves them closed. If he dies here, it won't make much of a difference anyway.

This time he thankfully isn't woken by a kick in the ribs. Instead, he hears muffled noise outside his cell. He can't make out anything concrete, his ears feeling like their stuffed with cotton. He wants to shake his head to clear them up, but the roaring pain behind his temples stops him short. With unfocused eyes, he watches as the door is opened and a black-clad figure steps inside. They seem to be smaller than the man from before, but Chuuya isn't sure. Has the cell always been this foggy? The person kneels down in front of him, and Chuuya really hopes they brought him some water again. They're not wearing a mask this time. Huh. He's pretty sure that's a bad sign, but he isn't sure why anymore. Instead of giving him something to drink, cold fingers touch the side of his face. They gently force him to look up, and he winces. The person frowns, and for the first time, they seem familiar somehow. They appear to only have one eye, now that he's looking. Why is he thinking of fish suddenly? The person let's go of his face and stands back up. No water for him then. Chuuya sighs and closes his eyes. It's exhausting trying to stay awake right now.

Suddenly, he can feel his left arm slowly being lowered to his side. Where did the shackles go? His right arm is already following suit when he manages to open his eyes again. The person is still here, unshackling him. Chuuya doesn't understand the purpose of this but he sure as hell isn't complaining. The chain around his right ankle is removed, and he catches a glimpse of bandaged wrists under the black coat.

Chuuya groans and Dazai looks at him again. "So you're not dead", he teases, unlocking the last of Chuuya's bonds. Instead of waiting for an answer, Dazai moves to his side. "You've got quite the fever going," he informs with a cheerful voice, "Do you think you can walk?" "Sure," Chuuya mumbles. He isn't sure at all, but he already feels the other sling an arm around his waist. Dazai puts Chuuya's right arm around his shoulders and is surprisingly careful while pulling them both to their feet. Chuuya immediately loses his balance and would have fallen, hadn't Dazai been prepared for it. After a moment, Chuuya manages to stand at least somewhat steadily, while heavily leaning on Dazai for support. He's already shaking with the effort, and Dazai does not make it easier by commenting: "How is Chibi so heavy when he's so small?" Chuuya doesn't even have the strength to get mad at him. All his efforts are focused on not falling over. Pathetic. Dazai doesn't tease him further. Instead, he takes one step forward, gently pulling Chuuya with him. Much slower than either of them would have prefered they make it to the door.

Once they're finally there, Dazai opens it, careful to continuously support Chuuya's weight. They're greeted by an impassive looking Hirotsu, obviously standing guard. A new wave of shame rolls over Chuuya. They really had to rescue him. Hirotsu nods at Dazai and then looks at Chuuya, who in turn is staring at the floor. It's too much effort to lift his head anyway.

"Is he injured?" Hirotsu asks, and Chuuya can feel Dazai shift beside him. "I didn't see anything serious. I'm more concerned about the fever." They do realise Chuuya can hear them, right? Not that he feels like talking right now, but still. Everything hurts, and he would prefer just lying down. Of course, he knows that they need to get out of here first, wherever here is. His ears still feel like they're stuffed with cotton and it's easy to drown out the others' talking. He only starts actively listening again when Hirotsu says: "I can carry him." Wait, what? Chuuya can walk! Sure, he would have already fallen over if it wasn't for Dazai, but that doesn't mean he needs to be carried. He's not a child anymore. Perhaps the others might have actually believed him, had he been able to say any of that aloud. Instead, he only manages a low groan of protest as he's shifted on Hirotsu's back. When he stands back up, Chuuya sighs. Whatever. This takes a lot less effort.

They start walking, and Chuuya notices that Dazai doesn't leave his side. He's still obviously on the lookout for potential enemies but never gets more than two steps distance between them. Chuuya doubts anything is going to catch Dazai by surprise around here. He leans his head against Hirotsu's shoulder and closes his eyes. The others don't need him at the moment anyway. And he's so tired.

This time when Chuuya wakes up, he's not sitting in his cell. The room is brightly lit, and he has to squint to make out anything. He's lying in a bed with a thick white blanket covering his body, and his head is slightly propped up with a pillow. Chuuya flinches at the IV drip connected to his left arm. Before he can do anything about it though, someone takes hold of his other arm. He jerks his head around to see the offender and immediately regrets the action. Blinding white pain shoots through him as he screws his eyes shut. Fuck.

Chuuya only opens them again when the pain begins to recede. He finally manages to look to his right. Dazai is sitting next to the bed in a chair, a book propped open in his lap. He is still holding onto Chuuya's arm. Judging by the dark bags under his eyes, he didn't get much sleep. Chuuya wonders why.

"So the Chibi is finally awake," Dazai grins mockingly, but it looks weird. Chuuya can't quite pinpoint why. He just glares at Dazai, not entirely trusting his own voice. The IV may supply him with fluids, but his throat still hurts. "Don't pull that out," Dazai points to said IV and finally removes his hand from Chuuya's arm. The spot suddenly feels colder than before and Chuuya shivers. He's cold in general, he notices, despite the thick blanket covering him. Dazai leans back in his chair with a sigh. He doesn't just seem tired, he looks exhausted. Chuuya looks at him questioningly, and he thankfully takes the hint. "You only recently came down from a 42-degree fever." Oh. That's probably not great. "Since we didn't know how long it had already been that high when we found you," Dazai continues, "the doctors were worried about brain damage." Yeah, definitely not great. "I told them there wasn't much brain to be damaged, but no one listened to me," Dazai shrugs, earning himself another glare. "Even the boss himself came down to take a look at you." Chuuya makes a face that causes Dazai to let out a soft snort. "Don't worry, he only made sure you'd survive without lasting damage and left again." Well, that only makes it marginally better.

Chuuya rests his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes. He's still so tired. Weird, considering that he already slept so much these past days. "Sleep," he hears Dazai say as he drifts off, "I'll stay."

Dazai is asleep in his chair when Chuuya wakes up again. His head feels clearer this time. He's still in pain, and the IV makes him feel queasy, but he at least manages to look around properly. The room is small and definitely belongs to the larger medical unit the Port Mafia runs. It's sparsely furnished with a hospital bed, a chair and a small table next to it. Chuuya eyes the glass of water on it, but it's out of his reach, and he doesn't want to wake up Dazai. He looks like he needs the sleep. Chuuya would feel selfish if he's the only one that gets to rest at least a little.

With a quiet sigh, he settles back down for the wait. To his surprise, it doesn't take long for Dazai to open his eyes again, immediately landing on him. A short-lived smile sneaks across his face when he notices Chuuya awake. Chuuya looks at the glass of water again and motions with his hand as much as he can. Thankfully, Dazai gets the hint and actually props his head up so Chuuya can drink. Once he has drained the glass, his throat feels a little less like sandpaper and more like something you'd find on an actual human being.

Dazai sits back down, and Chuuya clears his throat carefully before attempting to speak: "So what happened?" Dazai's expression darkens. "What do you remember?" Chuuya shrugs, causing a new flare of pain. He winces and waits for it to calm down before answering: "We were on a mission, I used Corruption, and then I woke up in that cell." He gets interrupted by a short coughing fit, causing Dazai to frown. "Dunno how long I was there but eventually you turned up, and now I'm here." "You were gone for three days," Dazai starts. Chuuya stares at him in surprise. That's somehow both longer than he thought and shorter than it felt. "We would have found you sooner if I-" Dazai stops and shakes his head, still frowning. "It's my fault they got you in the first place," he finally says, clearly angry with himself. This is unusual. Chuuya's not sure he ever heard Dazai admit fault this openly. "When I stopped you, I thought all enemies were dead," he breathes in, "but I was wrong." That explains it. Dazai's angry because they didn't complete the mission. Chuuya almost laughs at himself for thinking for even a moment that it could have been because he got hurt. "They ambushed us after you passed out. I think they wanted to take us both but prioritised you after I caused them too much trouble." Chuuya almost wishes he could have seen that. Dazai's not precisely the hands-on type when it comes to fighting, but he's still a cunning bastard. "They threw me out of their truck-" "You're okay?" Chuuya can't help but interrupt. It's not like he cares, though. Dazai, of course, laughs at him: "Aw, is Chuuya worried for me?" "Fuck off," he answers and looks away. Stupid Dazai. He just wanted to know the reason for his rescue taking so long. That's all.

"Yeah, I'm alright," Dazai continues, softer somehow, "I hit my head a bit, and I had no way of contacting anyone in the beginning. When I finally managed to reach Hirotsu, we had lost your trace. Took me almost two days to find their hideout and come up with a plan." That explains it. Chuuya's still glad Dazai was actually looking for him. It probably would have taken even longer otherwise. "We took out the last of the enemies, and I found you in your cosy little cell." Chuuya snorts. Incredibly cosy, yes. "I don't know what I expected, but you really looked like shit." "Thanks," Chuuya rasps, already thirsty again. Dazai moves almost immediately to refill the glass and help him drink. It's a bit weird, but Chuuya won't complain.

Once they're both settled again, Dazai continues: "I mean, you always look like shit after using Corruption, but you usually recover from that pretty quickly." Yeah, when he's at home and can properly rest. "Your wrists were infected, but that wasn't that serious. You also have two broken ribs. The most concerning was the fever, though. It caused you to dehydrate as well." Oh, so he should have been worried about that. "I don't think you even recognised me when I came in. I was talking to you, but you only reacted when I had already taken off the cuffs. Hirotsu and I got you out and back here as quickly as possible." Right. He remembers getting out of the cell with Dazai.

Chuuya contemplates if he should thank Dazai for the rescue when the other suddenly grabs hold of his arm again. Intense dark eyes stare directly at him. "I will not let something like this happen ever again," Dazai says with such dark determination, Chuuya believes him in an instant. He nods, taken aback by the sudden declaration. Dazai lets go of his arm and stands up. "I'll let the doctor know you're awake." "Wait," Chuuya says before he can stop himself. Dazai turns back to him, and Chuuya does his best to avoid his eyes. "I, uh... I don't blame you for what happened. And thanks. For getting me out of there." Dazai actually smiles at him and reaches for his hand. He gives it a quick squeeze before letting go again. "Of course, partner. After all," he grins, "I'd rather you die due to your own stupidity." Chuuya groans and lets his head fall into the pillow. "Fuck off, stupid mackerel." Dazai keeps grinning as he makes his way towards the door. "Anytime, slug."

[scalpel-mom-mori]

I am partially alive

Hello, yes, tis I at long last. My name is Peaches, and I am the mod here. I am pleased to announce that my darling @sword-dad-fukuzawa has been active for a few weeks now, and will be more active than I. For those that need me, I am ative 3:30 to 4:30 PST on Tuesdays.

Since I have no content planned, send me asks which I may or may not  answer in character- no thirst or ships please, and hate is not appreciated. I will try to queue content at some point but no promises.

As for Mori’s character, I do not condone pedophilia. If you are a MAP/ pedophile, I will be the first report you.

Tags:

Chuuya: gravity boy

Dazai: tw: dazai (yes, dazai is a legitimate trigger warning)

Fukuzawa: sword dad

Mod stuff/ administrative stuff: Mod peaches

Trigger warnings will always be tagged. Let me know if you need a trigger tagged!

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