#Chuuya x oc

[dazaiizm]

❥ celestial ˚₊·

✦ ┆ featuring: texts of married + parent chuuya nakahara && olivia saotome (plus some hints of osaluma)

✦ ┆ notes from chuuya's angel: this gave me severe baby fever 😭 also you can consider this to be canon to my chuuya fic despite me not working out the official ending yet (but they will get together trust <33)

[anonymousewrites]

There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-One

Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader

Chuuya Nakahara x Fem! OC

Chapter Twenty-One: Tripolar Singularity

MANGA SPOILERS PLEASE HEED THIS WARNING

Summary: The aftermath of fighting Fukuchi and Fyodor is not the end of the battle against evil.

           Thump!

            Sigma’s limp body hit the ground, and Chuuya shrugged.

            “Nothing,” he said.

            “Huh. Maybe he’s just sleep deprived?” said Dazai, obviously not serious.

            Chuuya rolled his eyes. “You’d think that would keep him zonked after being dropped fifteen times? If that is the case, we should just let the poor bastard get some shut-eye.

            “I really wanted to know what he and Dostoevsky chatted about,” said Dazai.

            “Maybe he’s being forced asleep by an ability?” suggested Chuuya.

            “If that were the case, he’d have woken up the second I touched him,” said Dazai.

            “Just quit your worrying,” said Chuuya. “That anemic son of a bitch kicked the bucket. You saw it with your own eyes.”

            “You’re right.” Dazai furrowed his brow. “I just don’t get it. Why hasn’t he woken up yet?” It disquieted him. He had ensured Fyodor died, but…something felt off. Fyodor had been angry and caught off guard, but that was nearly impossible. Dazai had beaten him, but what if he had failsafe? What if there was something more going on?

            He flopped to the ground and rolled around in frustration, thinking it over. If he had overlooked something—a rare occurrence but possible against a man as intelligent as him—then (Y/N) would once again be in danger, and Dazai couldn’t let that happen.

            “Quit that habit of rolling all over the ground whenever you’re worrying,” said Chuuya. “It’s annoying to look at, Dazai. What are you still brooding over? Sure, we don’t know why Sigma won’t wake up—”

            Dazai paused. “I know exactly why he isn’t waking up.”

            “Huh?” Chuuya furrowed his brow.

            “He’s overloaded with information,” said Dazai. “After taking in an excessive amount of memory data in through an ability, one loses consciousness, as to give their brain time to sort through it all. I was told something similar happened to (Y/N).” He frowned as he continued to go through his own thoughts. “Could that mean Dostoevsky purposefully let Sigma read his memories? Now just why would he—” He froze. His eyes widened. He sat up. Wild panic flew through his mind.

            “In order to mask his ability?” said Dazai, breathless. “It’s possible the ability the ability he showed off at the end of the “Mutual Destruction” incident and threatened (Y/N) with was a fake. He likely prepared one of Hawthorne’s blood bullets beforehand then transferred the blood to the soldier he touched, destroying him from the inside.

            “However, that just made us cautious of the possibility of his ability’s activation condition being ‘touch.’ That’s exactly why my plan was all distanced. Hence, taking out the helicopter all in order to defeat him without making direct contact. If that’s not the case, what’s the real activation condition?” Dazai searched through every interaction with Fyodor and arrived at the helicopter. He remembered Fyodor final words as the helicopter fell towards him.

            Angelic light.

            Dazai's eyes widened in horror. Fyodor had smiled as he spoke.

            He jumped to his feet and ran for the exit.

            “Wha—? Hey, where are you going, dumbass?!” shouted Chuuya. Dazai hadn’t explained anything.

            “We have to check Dostoevsky’s corpse!” said Dazai, more alarmed than Chuuya had ever seen him.

            A shiver ran down Chuuya’s spine, and he ran out after Dazai. Before he had a chance to lift the helicopter with his ability, Dazai had pushed rubble aside and found the corpse proper—one arm missing, just as before. Dazai grabbed the other arm and pulled the body out.

            Chuuya just squatted and watched. “Now here’s a rare sight. It’s not often I get to see you sweat.” He looked at the body. “There you have it. He bit the dust. Hard.”

            “Is that so?” Dazai pushed the body over, and his heart dropped. “Then who the hell is this?” It was not Fyodor’s face that stared unseeing at the sky.

            Everything fell into horrible place.

            “During the prison break race, Dostoevsky was frantic. He was frantic because death at my hand or by poison wouldn’t do it. What he needed was to be killed by a vampire.” Dazai narrowed his eyes.

            “Huh?” said Chuuya, eyes widened.

            “I get it now. His entire plan. It all leads to…the worst possible scenario.” And Dazai had allowed it to happen. He had put everything he cared about, the world, (Y/N) in harm’s way. He jumped to his feet. “I have to tell Ranpo immediately!”

            “Hey, hold it, explain!” said Chuuya, following him.

            “His ability’s activation condition! It isn’t touch!” shouted Dazai as he ran. “Dostoevsky’s ability, it activates when he’s killed!”

            “The hell’s that supposed to mean? Speak Japanese, please!” snapped Chuuya.

            “A vampire killed Dostoevsky!  But he didn’t do it of his own volition!” Dazai’s eyes were wide open as he ran. “He was just a puppet being controlled. Nothing but his fingertip. The vampire piloting the helicopter was just the same as a gun or blade. Nothing but a tool. The one with the intent, the one who actually killed Dostoevsky…was Bram Stoker!”

            The man horribly close to (Y/N).

            “The reason his corpse turned into a different person, the reason he docilely submitted to being locked away across the world, there’s only one explanation!” said Dazai. “Dostoevsky’s ability is to subsume the person that killed as ‘the next Dostoevsky!’ ”

            Dazai had led Fyodor right to (Y/N), the woman he loved.

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            (Y/N) and Akira lay on the ground, unconscious. Slowly, Akira managed to raise her head, holding her wounds tightly as she bled. She groaned and looked around to analyze the current situation. Fukuchi was sitting and stared at the body of his friend-turned-fanatical-villain, Fukuchi. (Y/N) was groaning and blinking her eyes open in an attempt to regain consciousness after the battle. Behind them, Bram had arrived on the airport runway with Aya at his side. He gazed at Fukuchi.

            “My archenemy—” He groaned and stumbled. “I see…”

            “What’s the matter, Bra-chan?” asked Aya.

            “My princess,” said Bram. He turned and pushed her back in alarm. “Run far from here!” He cried out and grabbed his face as his skin split open. Like a snake shedding its scales, Bram’s skin and hair fell away to reveal anemically-pale skin like that of the vampire’s, but now black hair fell from his head. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as sharp, cruel eyes blinked open.

            Fyodor stood before the group with a smirk. His gaze instantly leveled on (Y/N). “Why, good morning, Angel,” he said.

            Fukuzawa grabbed his sword, but Fyodor drew the sword that had once been implanted in Bram and pointed it at Akira. “I’d advise you not to move. I won’t hesitate to kill her.”

            “Fuck you,” sneered Akira. “Do it.”

            “No—” (Y/N) coughed and tasted the iron tang of blood in her mouth.

            “I suppose it doesn’t much matter what you decide,” said Fyodor, shifting his foot towards Fukuchi’s body.

            “Stop him—”

            (Y/N)’s warning was too late, and before Fukuzawa could decide to attack—not that he would allow Akira to die, he wouldn’t even kill Fukuchi himself, which Fyodor had used to his advantage—Fyodor kicked Fukuchi’s sword into his hand.

            “I do apologize for the following discomfort, Angel. But it is for your own good,” said Fyodor with the disgustingly possessive look in his eyes. He flipped the swords around in his hands.

            “Stop him!” shouted Ranpo, running across the airport. “Don’t let Dostoevsky stab her with that blade!”

            Fyodor smirked and struck. (Y/N) let out a cry as both swords hit her, and a green light welled up from the wound. Fyodor watched with immense satisfaction.

            “In my right, the Divine Blade, Ame-no-Gozen. In my left, the Holy Sword, Soluz Levni.” Fyodor watched the light grow to a blinding brightness. “Two heavenly blades and an angelic being bring froth unto this land, a miracle.”

            Ranpo ran forward, helpless to stop what Fyodor had begun. He had brought three “extremes” together—the space-time sword, said to have a god dwelling within it, the forced combination of ability and body, the Holy Cross Sword, and the ability to control and strength all that the holder surveys, There’s a Will; There’s a Way.

            They united, and the power unleashed bathed the world in energy they could not overcome. Akira let out a cry for her best friend, her sister, but she could not see (Y/N) through the green light. The force of the energy shoved her back. Fukuzawa grabbed her and Aya and held them as the light rushed over them.

            The tripolar singularity was unleashed.

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            (Y/N) felt pure energy coursing through her, and the edges of her vision darkened. In fact, her thoughts seemed to be fleeing her. She was growing smaller, smaller, smaller…

            Within (Y/N), something twisted and twisted until it broke. (Y/N)’s eyes closed, and amidst all the light, darkness swallowed them whole.

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            The light faded, and Akira, Aya, and Fukuzawa raised their heads. Their eyes widened. A crater stood where (Y/N) had lain. Torii—gates—stood around the crater, and green energy still sparked out within it.

            “Now, would you look at that. Spectacular,” said Fyodor, standing at the edge of the crater.

            “What the hell did you do?” snapped Akira, trying to move forward, but the injuries were still too much and hadn’t healed. “Where’s (Y/N)?! How the hell are you here?!”

            “Bram Stoker is dead,” said Fyodor with a smirk. “And I endured quite the hardship to obtain the echoes of him in death.” He lifted his hand to reveal One Order.

            “No—” Fukuzawa’s eyes widened.

            “Yes,” said Fyodor. “ ‘One Order.’ A weapon allowing its wielder to control all of their subordinates as they please. This body belongs—or, well, belonged—to Bram Stoker, the King of the Vampires. If I were to use One Order within this body, who would I be able to control?”

            Aya’s eyes widened. “You’d be able to control all of the vampires across the world…?”

            “That’s what all this was for?!” snapped Akira. “The Decay of the Angel, Fukuchi, all of it—you just wanted to take over the world like any common fucking villain?”

            Fyodor smirked. “I am hardly common.”

            Behind him, a beacon of light erupted from the crater. They watched it arc up before floating down to stand behind Fyodor. The light faded to reveal a figure. Fukuzawa’s eyes widened, and Akira’s lungs constricted into a horrified gasp.

            It was (Y/N). Her gaze was empty, and she wore a long, white kimono. As it fluttered around her in the wind, the light hit it to reveal a green shine. A veil floated over here yes with three dots on it. The sword at her side glinted dangerously in the light. (Y/N) looked divine and dangerous.

            “(Y/N),” breathed Akira, heartbroken.

            “Not quite,” said Fyodor. “This is a divine being, far being your…mortal existence.” He gazed adoringly at (Y/N), and Akira was disgusted. “With the Holy Cross sword’s power to combine ability and body, a tripartite fusion occurred between (Y/N) (L/N), the Divine Blade Ame-no-Gozen, and the Holy Sword itself. Then, (Y/N)’s ability combined with Ame-no-Gozen, her gift strengthened by the sword in turn giving it strength, letting hundredfold elevation of power approach infinity. The abilities gave way to a singularity. (Y/N)—an angel trapped in a mortal body—can now become who she was meant to be. She possesses truly godlike power.” Fyodor raised his hand to show a black mark on his palm. “And a goddess answers her devout follower’s prayers.” He smiled with a worshipful expression, but it was a mask in front of his cruelty and manipulation. “With the seal of the Holy Sword, she will answer my call and my call alone.”

            Fyodor took a knee and held (Y/N)’s hand reverently in his hand. He kissed the back gently before looking up at (Y/N). “My lady, my angel, my goddess of order and justice. Mine.”

[thatkarleesidraws]

Ugh, they make me sick…

OCxCanon!

No hate on Ann please! >:(

[universesweetheart]

Washed Up (Chuuya x Reader)

Just look at him! So cute, I just wanna love him up!! 

Anygays Nice to meet y’all I’m Mars. I really hope you liked this and I am open to requests because I want to start posting on here. 

We basically wash his hair and pamper him because he’s best boy and he freaking deserves it! I love this short king so much, all the kisses to him. P.s we have the same height.

Bye now - Mars ♡

Chuuya stares at your naked body with a flushed face, honestly when did he get so lucky. All the words you were saying lost to his ears until you snapped your fingers a couple of times.

“Where did you go?” You tease and offers him your hand, “Come on get out your clothes and in here” smiling sweetly at him.

You and Chuuya have been dating for almost a year now and it has been one hell of a ride. He was such an amazing lover, always so kind and caring and you felt the need to overcompensate to pay him back. He spent too much money on you. At this point you were convinced he just had a shopping addiction and was using you as an excuse.

You sat down in the bathtub, smiling as you remembered how he teased you for choosing the last pink bath bomb earlier.

Chuuya strips eagerly and steps into the bathtub and sits down between your legs, resting his back against your chest and allowing his head to fall onto your shoulders.

“Chuu-“

“Just let me stay like this for 5 seconds darling” he whispered and when your eyes fell upon his face, he had his eyes closed and a slight smile on his face.

The urge to kiss him was too strong to resist so that’s what you did, you kissed him on the tip of his nose. The action seemed to take Chuuya by surprise as his eyes shot open and stared at you.

“Giving into an impulsive thought, you didn’t even look that cute” You defended yourself and he laughed and sat up. “Oh please you know you love me”

“I will think about that and get back to you within 3 to 5 business days” You teased and wet his hair, applying some shampoo to your hands and rubbing them together, “Tell me if I’m being too rough” Applies the shampoo to his wet hair and massages his scalp gently.

He lets out a soft sigh and lowers himself again onto your chest, the back of his head smashing against your breast. “feels nice” he comments shutting his eyes and resting his hands on your legs.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now or else I’ll pull your hair”

“Don’t mind, like that” He smiled with his eyes stilled close basking in his little moment of victory.

You rolled your eyes even though he can’t see, “I can’t stand you”

“I’ll make you levitate then” he cuts back clearly liking this back to back banter the two of you are sharing right now.

“I’ll rub shampoo in your eyes” You whip, clearly enjoying this more than you’d like to admit. “Does it feel alright?” Still massaging his scalp, you gently stroke your fingers through his hair.

“Doin’ fine love”

Rinsing out the shampoo and adding conditioner to his hair you continue massaging it in. The silence in the room being comfortable and relaxing. If it wasn’t for his hands gently stroking your thighs you would have assumed he fell asleep.

“Like doing this for you” you comment as you wash out the conditioner, “want to pamper you a lot you work so hard” at this point you’re whispering. For why? You don’t know, your walls aren’t thin because surely one of your neighbors would have filed a noise complaint already with the way Chuuya have you some days or rather… some nights.

Chuuya only hums, clearly relaxed and enjoying this, you lean down and kisses his forehead, “when I adopt my pup I’m not spoiling you like this anymore” you can’t help but want to rile him up. His reactions are always so cute. You and Chuuya talked about getting a puppy together. You both thought it would be a good idea to have a little fluff ball running around the apartment.

“You’d neglect me over a dog? And here I thought you loved me” he says dramatically placing his palm over his chest.

“I do love you but I just know I’ll love my baby more” you giggle when he opens his eyes and looks up at you with a scowl on his face. “I’ll go down to the pet shop and tell them we’ve changed our minds.”

You stare at him with wide eyes, “You wouldn’t dare” Logically you know he wouldn’t. That man was smitten for you, he would never do something like that when he knows how happy it’ll make you.

“Promise to never ever ever stop pampering me?” he smiles sweetly like he wasn’t threatening to take away your, yet to be adopted, child.

“Now you’re just exploiting me” you turn your face away and whisper a small ‘fine’.

“Didn’t quite hear that, some water must have gotten into my ears” he chuckles, “I said fine you bastard” you bend down and kiss his lips feeling him smile against you before kissing you back, “Fine I will continue to spoil you rotten you big softie”

“I will drown you in this tub” Chuuya threatens.

“Love you too sweet cheeks” you bite his right cheek playfully.

[elvestoneanzelote1]

May I please have a yandere chuuya x pm!moon please (info on her is on my blog)

𝘈:𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵! 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘖𝘤 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝘗𝘮! 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 (𝘰𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳) 𝘹 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘕𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢.

𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵.

Her smile was like the crescent moon which is a sight to behold.

Her green eye can be compared to the jade. Maybe more precious than that of the jewel.

One may find her height intimating. Yet at the same time who can adjust their height either way. Besides she walks in such grace that criticism are like compliments and adding up to her beauty.

Her ability is also worth a praise.

A very scary ability which... This can also be the reason why she and the gravity manipulator Chuuya Nakahara get along in the first place.

At first he to be truth intimitated to approach her.

Besides being in the same organization. He didn't felt in love at first. He isn't one to be that but he did felt attracted to her.

Her hair that sways with the wind as she walk graciously in the sunglight with her umbrella covering for her from sunlight despite her using a hat.

The more time he knows more about her the more he want to be... No know her more.

He felt envious of his partner Dazai as he brought a smile on her face. Their relationship... Was sweet. After all he help her in ability control which in fact he himself have no control of his own ability either.

The most beneficial was Mori but we don't talk about him here now do we?

And besides.

It was worth it.

These patience he held to hold her hand.

The patience to slowly let her open up.

The patience... Was agonizing precisely cut the hearth of his.

But now he have her...

He is with her now.

None matters.

His reward has always... Been the sweetest till today.

"Chuuya... You seems at daze did something occurred?" Moon asked him while his arms around her waist hugging her closer as he hummed in thought.

"I'm just reminiscing"

"About?"

"That how much we have come through" he said as he twirl her strand of hair on his finger and smile softly while kissing it.

"I suppose we did came along way"

"Yeah..." He said as he lean up towards her as she lean down to him.

As tender as the kiss was Chuuya can't help but smirk as his eye on the corner took notice of the certain brown eyes that seems to widen and have a conflicted look.

"I will never let you go... Moon" he whispered to himself after breaking from the kiss as she looked at him confused yet Chuuya just smiled in satisfaction while in the corner of his eye watching the brunette that had left the cafe.

It doesn't bother him if someone watches them and the fact the cafe already is booked.

Oh the satisfaction for him to see his ex partner and moon's ex boyfriend.

To be past by and saw them from the window pane.

It was worth it to take the seat beside the window pane after all...

He won her heart now and he will not let anyone come in between them.

She is with him and that's all it matter... And nothing else matter in his eyes.

Nothing

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A:n- that's all! Take care good night/morning I hope it was up to your liking.

[suukidraw]

Soooo I ended making an oc comic strip ig, am terrible at panelling and I didn’t wanna do bg, I do better next time :,,,)

[nouveauxamoris]

having a girlfriend is really ruining chuuya’s reputation

RBS APPRECIATED!

[ashialitbear]

Just love ♥️🌹

[dazaiizm]

❥ cigarettes after sex ˚₊·

✦ ┆ featuring: chuuya nakahara && fumiko hayashi

✦ ┆ content warning: bsd oc, chuuya nakahara x oc, suggestive content (mentions of bite marks / back scratches / finger imprints) && cigarette usage.

✦ ┆ notes from chuuya's angel: gonna be honest, i kind of self projected into this (<//3) but fumichu are very precious to me and this will help me get inspiration to write for my bsd book on wattpad :))

as the moon shone down on the sprawling city of tokyo, chuuya stood on the balcony of his apartment, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he watched the twinkling lights of the cityscape come to life. the faint sounds of traffic and distant chatter filled the evening air as he took slow drags from his cigarette, the calming routine a moment of respite in the midst of the bustling metropolis below.

the sight of the city below, with its towering skyscrapers and neon signs, was a reminder to chuuya of the heartbeat of tokyo, a place where dreams were made and lost amidst the ceaseless motion of the urban landscape. as the smoke from his cigarette curled lazily into the night sky, chuuya felt a sense of peace wash over him.

every time he moved his cigarette holding hand towards his mouth for another inhale of nicotine, the deep claw marks in his back opened up slightly as a reminder of the events that happened before. as much as the tar in his body was giving him some serenity, nothing could compare to his angel that treated him and his marked up body with all the affection she could give. thinking back on it, chuuya hoped that he was able to give fumiko the same thing to.

turning back to look through the glass door that reveals the inside of his bedroom, chuuya puffed out the smoke slowly as he eyed a sleeping fumiko, who had matching bite marks on her neck and finger marks imprinted on her soft arms. he never liked seeing fumiko come back from missions covered in bruises or blood (especially since he knows how much she hates getting dirty), but knowing the marks on her right now came from nothing but his undying love for her made him feel at ease.

just the sight of her was able to put chuuya in a state of euphoria, nevertheless when he has a cigarette in his hand. if fumiko asked him to get rid of every cigarette packet he carried on him, he would do it in a heartbeat. she was his true nicotine, his true reason for making him feel as though he was actually a human. because the feelings she gave him were able to bring anyone back to earth, even if someone like chuuya felt like he was from a different dimension sometimes.

with one last inhale and puff, the grey smoke cleared out in a heartbeat as chuuya shoved the cigarette into the ash tray on the table beside him. '3:43 AM' was what was read on the clock and that was a perfect time for chuuya to lay in bed again with his beloved. truth be told, he regretted leaving to have a smoke break since when he came back to the bed, he could see the goosebumps on fumiko's body that sadly wasn't covered up enough to warm her up.

but that's alright. chuuya was here now, fully able to give fumiko the same kind of warmth she always gave him by resting her head on his chest and gently pecking her forehead a couple of times. regardless if she was asleep or not, chuuya refuses to sleep himself without muttering a small yet adoring "i love you".

[anonymousewrites]

There's a Will; There's a Way Halloween Special 2024

Dazai Osamu x Reader

Chuuya Nakahara x OC

Halloween Special

Mouse Note: Happy Halloween to all! I hope for more chapters to come soon, we'll see!

            “Happy Halloween, everyone!” greeted (Y/N) as more people walked into her apartment—and Dazai’s at this point (they had basically moved in together at this point).

            “Happy Halloween,” said Atsushi, smiling. He had dressed up as a werecat, and Akutagawa stood beside him in a priest costume.

            (Y/N) smiled at both. She had stopped thinking it strange that Akutagawa always accompanied Atsushi to these sorts of things. Honestly, they came as a pair these days.

            “You look really nice,” said Atsushi.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Thank you.” She was a fairy, complete with the flowery green dress and the crystallized wings attached to her back.

            “She always looks nice,” said Dazai, appearing behind (Y/N) and throwing his arms around her.

            (Y/N) smiled and covered his hands with her own to complete the hug even with him behind her. Dazai had on long blue and purple robes—a wizard. (He had to go as something magical to fit with (Y/N), after all).

            “Thank you, my dear,” said (Y/N), turning their head and kissing his cheek.

            Dazai grinned widely, proud of getting the affection.

            “Hi, Dazai,” said Atsushi, smiling.

            “Hello, Dazai,” said Akutagawa.

            “Hey, Atsushi,” said Dazai.

            (Y/N) frowned and pinched his hand.

            “Hello, Akutagawa,” said Dazai. He pouted at (Y/N), but she just raised a brow. When she was around, Dazai wasn’t allowed to play his games with Akutagawa when the boy tired to get his attention.

            Akutagawa brightened at being acknowledged.

            “You two can help yourselves to any candy or drinks you want,” said (Y/N). “We’ve got music, too, but I don’t know if you guys like dancing that much.”

            “Thank you,” said Atsushi, smiling.

            “Yes, thank you, Miss (Y/N),” said Akutagawa. He didn’t want to be rude to Dazai’s girlfriend.

            “Of course,” said (Y/N). “And just call me (Y/N), Akutagawa.” She watched the two boys walk farther into the apartment. “I wonder what’s going on with them. They’ve gotten close.”

            “They’re like Chuuya and I, a talented fighting force,” said Dazai, shrugging.

            “Uhuh, so they’re definitely…into one another?” said (Y/N). “Like you and Chuuya?”

            “…I never told you that,” said Dazai.

            “Everyone who meets you knows you two at least had some messy feelings,” teased (Y/N).

            “You don’t care?” said Dazai.

            “You’re not the type to cheat, so no,” said (Y/N). “Plus, Chuuya is cute.”

            “Hey,” whined Dazai.

            (Y/N) laughed. “I can say that about Akira, who Chuuya is interested in, and you have to agree with that.”

            “Fair enough,” sighed Dazai. He paused. “You and Akira—”

            “We definitely had a moment, but it was more just fun. We’re not interested in each other in that way,” said (Y/N). “You know that.” She laughed. “At this point, you and Akira need to kiss, and Chuuya and I need to kiss, and then we’ve completed the square.”

            “You’re spending too much time with Akira,” said Dazai, chuckling. “That sounds like her idea.”

            “There’s a reason we get along,” said (Y/N), turning around in his arms. She nodded to the kitchen. “But you don’t need to worry, look over there.”

            Dazai glanced over and grinned.

            Chuuya, dressed as a werewolf, stood with Akira, dressed as a vampire. Chuuya was trying desperately not to look at the cleavage showing in her low-cut dress, but with Akira in heels, Chuuya’s…shorter stature meant his eye-level was precisely there.

            “They’re still working things out?” said Dazai.

            “If that means not communicating feelings but flirting incessantly whenever they’re near each other, then yes,” laughed (Y/N). “But neither is like that with anyone else, so it’s pretty clearly a relationship to everyone else, if a bit messy.”

            “I’m going to hold this over his head,” said Dazai, grinning.

            “I’ve still told you no,” said (Y/N).

            “But it would be so much fun,” said Dazai.

            “You have enough on Chuuya already, I’m sure,” teased (Y/N).

            “Fair enough,” said Dazai, grinning. “I’m assuming you also have things on Akira since you’re so close?”

            “Oh, yeah,” said (Y/N). “I know way too much about her.” She laughed. “But she knows the same amount about me.”

            “Anything scandalous?” said Dazai, smirking.

            “How dare you ask me that?” said (Y/N), pretending to gasp. “I’m a lady.”

            “I’m sure,” said Dazai, his hands dropping to her waist. “But you’re my lady.”

            “Am I?” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Of course,” said Dazai. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

            “I like that trade,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “I do, too.” Dazai leaned in and kissed her.

            (Y/N) let him drag her closer and kissed him return. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips.

            “I love you, too,” said Dazai.

            These were the moments that mattered the most—the small ones. The domestic ones. The times where (Y/N) and Dazai were just together and happy with their family and friends around them.

Taglist:

@snowy-violet

[thatkarleesidraws]

Friendly reminder to go and create some stupid OC x Canon sketches! 😡🫵🏽

Full page beyond the cut ❤️

[suukidraw]

[nouveauxamoris]

unfinished chuunao things </3 girls who rave together make out together or smthn like that idk

rbs appreciated!

[colleitheglidingchampionofsumeru]

Okay just seen with kianna and chuuya

And the rest is up to you

Sorry my brain has one brain cell right now but what I think you meant or mean by my understanding is Kianna amd Chuuya seen together (hopefully that is what you mean) but yup u-u I shall do dis request

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Chuuya Nakahara x Kianna

Chuuya is seen with Kianna

Warings:cuss words,k!lling,murder

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Kianna and Chuuya were out walking around when someone saw them they looked at the two until Chuuya noticed he grabbed Kianna's hand and walked away fast about a few days later Chuuya and Kianna were on a mission together after what happened in the mission which they had to take someone back to the base they had the person but than the sane person as before saw the two again Chuuya thought it was weird he used his ability to have the guy they needed to float up and grabbed Kianna's hand again and dragged her away but the guy kept seeing them together Chuuya got pissed than walked up to the guy and said "who are you and what are you doing?" the guy backed up than said "we keep- seeing each other sorry" Chuuya than said "better not think of doing anything" than walked away and we'll the guy saw them sometimes but not all the time

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Sorry it is sort -w- I didn't know much about the request so

[nunezs-stuff]

Hello I have a request (if you want to)

And that request is do you think you can do a Dazai Osamu and Chuuya Nakahara x Millie Ōgai? And how they will be in a relationship with her? you can find more about her on my page (shouldn't be that far down) and if you do the request can it be sfw?

Sfw:

He is angry about with the boss did to her but he can't betray him for reasons

But he'll never mention the boss to her and understands her trust issues

But if she wants something he'll get it for her

Something to eat

Tell him what it is and he'll get it for you

Want to talk

He's all ears

He never mentions work nor the boss to her never and knowing what the boss did to her he doesn't want to remind her of those memories and push him away

He's definitely the type to spoil the crap out of her

He doesn't like that she works for the armed detective agency but he understands

Wouldn't force her to do anything that she isn't comfortable with

He left for his own reasons as well so he doesn't mention the boss either unless to make a joke or into insult him

Honestly prefers to go on missions with her

When it's Valentine's Day he brings her chocolates and flowers

Might think about asking her to commit suicide with him

But he'll wait until it's the day they are both broken and see no reason to live

What's going on walks with her and will hold her hand understands her trust issues

Definitely the type to cheer her up

[anonymousewrites]

There's a Will; There's a Way Pride Special 2024

Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader

Chuuya Nakahara x Fem! OC

Pride Special 2024

            “You almost ready, Dazai?” asked (Y/N) as she finished styling her hair and left the room.

            “Yep!” said Dazai cheerfully.

            (Y/N) deadpanned when she saw him. He was wearing a t-shirt, which was unusual for him, but the more immediately concerning part was the phrase “Bi and ready to die” printed on the tee. “Really, dear?”

            “What, don’t you like it?” asked Dazai brightly. “I’m ready for Pride!”

            “And for death, apparently,” sighed (Y/N).

            “Well, it would be an interesting article for the newspaper. ‘Local Bisexual Killed and was Prepared for It,’ ” he described playfully.

            “No dying at Pride, Dazai,” said (Y/N) sternly.

            Dazai sighed dramatically. “Fiiine, but only because you look so pretty that I can’t bear to look away!”

            (Y/N) turned pink. She was wearing a pink headband, a white shirt with a yellow vest overtop, and a blue skirt. With the colors combined, she was the pan flag, fitting for the occasion.

            “Thanks,” she said, still flustered by how forward Dazai was with compliments.

            Snickering at her embarrassment, Dazai held her hand and leaned forward. “Anything for you, love.” He gazed her a quick peck on the lips as someone knocked on the door.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Akira and Chuuya are here!” She hurried to the door and opened it to see her best friend and her boyfriend.

            “Great, you’re ready!” said Akira, hugging (Y/N) tightly and walking straight in. She stilled sported ripped jeans and combat boots, but today she had on a crop top with the words “Bisexual and still out of your league” emblazed in rainbow on the front. “I thought we’d be waiting forever.”

            (Y/N) laughed. “I’m never that late, Akira.”

            “Have you met your boyfriend?” teased Akira.

            “Hey!” chirped Dazai.

            “She’s right, you know,” said Chuuya, walking in after Akira. He leveled a look at Dazai. “You were always late on missions.” He had on his usual button up, vest, and harness, but the vest had a bisexual pride pin attached to it indicating his sexuality for Yokohama Pride.

            Dazai huffed and whined. “You three always gang up on me.”

            (Y/N) chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, dear, your tardiness doesn’t affect my love for you.”

            “Lucky me,” said Dazai teasingly.

            “You are the lucky one. Treat them right or someone will steal them~” said Akira in playful warning.

            Chuuya deadpanned. “You’re literally dating me.”

            Akira shrugged. “(Y/N)’s amazing. Besides, you can have Dazai then.”

            “Oh, well, thank you for your consideration,” said Chuuya sarcastically.

            “I’d much rather have (Y/N)!” declared Dazai.

            “Good attitude to have,” said Akira.

            Chuuya and (Y/N) sighed. Their partners were both so dramatic and got along much too easily to not cause chaos.

            “Are they flirting with you or each other?” muttered Chuuya.

            “Could be either. Watch out, they might start flirting with you,” said (Y/N) with a light chuckle.

            “They’re much more likely to insult me,” said Chuuya.

            (Y/N) laughed and smiled. “That they are. But I’m pretty sure that’s how Akira and Dazai show their love.”

            “Oh, great for us,” said Chuuya sarcastically, but still good-natured.

            “I know right? Pretty soon they’ll start dating each other and leave us to ourselves,” joked (Y/N). She clapped her hands and stepped between Akira and Dazai, somehow already planning a prank to pull on Mori if they managed to slip away during the event today.

            “Alright, you two,” said (Y/N). “Save the flirting for later, we’ve got places to be. Yosano and Ranpo are already there, and we do not want to leave those two alone for too long. Poor Poe will be overrun by them dragging him around.”

            Akira brightened. “How have Ranpo and Poe been doing?”

            “Ranpo gets all the candy and mystery stories he wants because Poe can’t say no to him,” said (Y/N) in amusement.

            Akira laughed. “Of course. Let’s get going to meet up with Akiko. I think the three of us should getting matching wlw pins since we are the complete set of lesbian, bisexual, and pansexual.” She offered her arm to (Y/N). “Shall we?”

            (Y/N) chuckled but linked her arm. “We shall.”

            Chuuya and Dazai watched Akira and (Y/N) walk off. “I think they’re the more likely ones to run away into the sunset together,” said Dazai.

            Chuuya rolled his eyes. “And leave me with you? Then I’ll be the one trying to die.”

            Dazai gasped in faux-betrayal as Chuuya walked out the door. “Chuuya! How mean!”