#Ryuu-chan

[sskk-squared]

[iwamimimimi]

[scriveyner]

so be good for goodness sake

Atsushi watched out of the corner of his eye as Ryuu-chan industriously dragged the kitchen chair over to where he was standing at the counter and climbed somberly up beside him. He continued to chop vegetables for a moment, before turning his head slightly toward Ryuu-chan, eyebrow lifted. “Yes?”

“I would like a pet,” Ryuu-chan said. “For Christmas.”

Atsushi didn’t stop his prep work. “You already have a pet, Ryuu-chan.”

Ryuu-chan folded his arms and frowned. “Acchan is too much work.”

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Atsushi heard Akutagawa suck in a breath and start coughing in a vain attempt to smother a laugh. He glared over the sink into the main room, but Akutagawa kept his head down and hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking.

“I wasn’t talking about Acchan,” Atsushi said, and Ryuu-chan scrunched up his nose. “That’s not a nice thing to say about your brother. Besides,” he added, scraping the chopped vegetables into a bowl. “You both have a cat.”

“Oh.” Ryuu-chan held onto the top of the chair and considered this for a moment. “Can I at least trade Acchan for a velociraptor? Dazai-oji said Santa allows trade-ins.”

Akutagawa’s coughing grew more violent.

 Atsushi inhaled. “How do you think Acchan would feel if he knew you wanted to trade him in for another pet?”

“I’ll ask him.”

“Don’t—” Atsushi watched Ryuu-chan hop off the chair and bolt around the corner. He sighed and then pointed his knife at Akutagawa’s head from across the room. “Stop laughing.”

Acchan tore around the corner so hard he bounced off a cabinet, rattling the pans inside. “Is it true Ryuu-chan can trade me to SANTA? I want to fight a reindeer!!!”

Ryuu-chan followed him excitedly into the kitchen. “See, he doesn’t mind!”

Atsushi pushed one hand through his hair and sighed. “Why do you want to fight a reindeer, Acchan?”

“Dazai-oji said if I defeat a reindeer, I get its ability to fly! I want to fly like Chuuya-oji!”

Ryuu-chan gestured at Acchan with both hands. “See? ‘niisan wants to fly and I want a velociraptor. Everyone wins.”

“Yes,” Akutagawa said dryly from the main room, still seated but somehow having regained his composure. “Everybody wins.”

Both of the kids swiveled back to Atsushi, eyes wide and bright.

“First,” Atsushi said, “I’m going to call Santa and report that Dazai-oji has been telling lies again—”

Acchan grabbed him by the apron. “You can call Santa!?”

Ryuu-chan grabbed his other side. “I want to talk to Santa!”

“Tell him I’ll fight Donder, Chuuya-oji said he sounded weak!”

“DAD PRIVILEGE,” Atsushi roared, and they both stopped talking over each other, startled at the volume. “Then I’m going to tell him someone wants to trade in his brother and someone else wants to fight his reindeer.”

Acchan and Ryuu-chan froze, each still hanging off opposite sides of Atsushi’s apron.

“I don’t think Santa will consider either of those things very nice.”

Ryuu-chan and Acchan looked at each other and then released the apron. “Uh,” Acchan said, and Ryuu-chan caught his brother’s sleeve.

“I don’t want to trade Acchan in,” he said. “I’ve changed my mind.”

“Good.” Atsushi looked at Acchan.

“I still want to fight a reindeer,” Acchan said.

“Try again.”

“Uh…it doesn’t have to be Santa’s reindeer?”

Ryuu-chan leaned into him and whispered, “Only Santa’s reindeer can fly.”

“Oh.” Acchan frowned. “I guess…I don’t want to fight Santa’s reindeer.”

“Good enough.” Atsushi started to shoo them out of the kitchen and almost tripped over the chair Ryuu-chan drug in. “Please take the chair with you when you go.”

“I still want a velociraptor for Christmas,” Ryuu-chan added, his Rashomon lifting the chair slightly before him as he returned it to the table.

“Yeah, we’ll see,” Atsushi said, watching the kids disappear back toward their rooms. Hands on his hips, he looked back over at Akutagawa, who now had acquired a newspaper and was hiding behind it. “Thanks for the help.”

“I thought you handled that well.”

“I’m going to kill Dazai-san.”

“I would prefer to have dinner before you go on a homicidal rampage.”

Atsushi sighed and returned to the kitchen. “Maybe after dinner.”

#

Atsushi stood beside the bunk bed as the kids readied for sleep. “I still can’t believe you’d give away your big brother forever, Ryuu-chan,” he said, shaking his head.

Ryuu-chan leaned over the edge of his bed, the battered old hedgehog plush that Akutagawa’s sister had given him tucked tight under one arm. “But it wouldn’t have been forever.”

Akutagawa was putting away the clean laundry, one ear clearly on the conversation. “Explain.”

“Well,” Ryuu-chan said, “Acchan would go with Santa and defeat a reindeer and learn how to fly, then he’d come home on his own and I’d get both a velociraptor and my brother. I wouldn’t have to choose.”

“Yeah!” Acchan said. “And I’d eat it, too!”

“You’re not allowed to eat Red!”

“What? No, I meant the reindeer.”

“Oh. You can eat all the reindeer; I don’t care about the reindeer.”

Acchan made a noise of triumph from the bottom bed. Atsushi leaned his elbow against the bunk and sighed. “Ryuu-chan, if he ate the reindeer, how would Santa get his presents to you?”

Ryuu-chan blinked owlishly. “Magic.”

“Flawless logic,” Akutagawa said. “I agree with our son, let’s trade Acchan to Santa, maybe he’ll learn some manners while he’s gone.”

“YES!” Acchan yelled, punching the air.

Atsushi glared at Akutagawa, who simply smirked at him. “Well I talked to Santa while you both were in the bath,” he said, still glaring at Akutagawa. “And the North Pole isn’t taking any returns this year, not just on brothers. So you’re out of luck.”

“Always next year,” Akutagawa said, laundry basket on his hip as he exited the room.

“Maybe I should inquire about trading in husbands,” Atsushi yelled after, and the boys giggled. “No more talk of trade-ins, I mean it. If Dazai-oji tells you anything else weird, tell me right away. Santa wants to know.”

Ryuu-chan frowned. “Dazai-oji said every Christmas tree is actually an alien who is waiting for us to fall asleep in front of it so it can eat us.”

“Oh my god,” Atsushi said with a large sigh.

Acchan pulled his covers up to his chin. “And Dazai-oji said that when you and Dad lock your door it means you’re smacking your swords together.”

Atsushi stared blankly at Acchan for a moment. Then he patted Acchan’s shoulder and said, “Good night, Acchan. Good night, Ryuu-chan.”

Their door had barely closed behind them when both kids heard Atsushi yell, “RYUUNOSUKE, I’M GOING TO KILL HIM.”

Ryuu-chan leaned over the top of his bunk. “Stupid,” he hissed at Acchan. “Dad doesn’t even own any swords; we couldn’t find them! That means Dazai-oji was lying about that!”

“Well, he asked,” Acchan said defensively. “What was I supposed to do, lie? Santa is listening.”

“You lied earlier when you said you didn’t want to fight a reindeer.”

“And you still want to trade me to Santa, so we’re even.”

They stared at each other for a moment, frowning. Their détente was broken by some muffled noises from downstairs, and the distinct, uncanny sound of their father laughing. “Ooh, it’s creepy when dad laughs like that,” Ryuu-chan said, now distracted.

Acchan snuggled under his covers. “Christmas trees don’t eat people.”

“Some trees do,” Ryuu-chan said with surety.

“But not Christmas trees.”

“Not Christmas trees,” Ryuu-chan agreed. “Goodnight ‘niisan.”

“I’d kick Donder’s butt.”

“Goodnight, ‘niisan.”

“Night.”

[batallasolari]

#WaifusYTendencias 0013 23 11 09 Ryuu chan de Toaru ossan no VRMMO katsudouki

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“Toaru Ossan no VRMMO Katsudouki” The Second Promo

The Toaru Ossan no VRMMO Katsudouki (A Certain Middle-Aged Man's VRMMO Activity Log) television anime adaptation's official website unveiled a second promotional video. The anime's debut is set for October 2023.

[trupowieszcz-moved]

i love this bird

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

i read the sskk squared fic and now im fiending for so much more sskk … this is sick

WOOO!!!🎉🎊WE GOT ANOTHER ONE!!!🎉🎊

*holds your hands and blinks up at you with my big green eyes* ok now you have to read every other bsd work by that same author, and follow iwamimimimi, and the sskk-squared page, and-

[bunnymajo]

Pa-pa-pa-parufait?!

[cure-yell-liker]

[sanny-chan5]

Happy B-day!! 24/12

Main: Chopper, Ryuu, Sylphin, Aru

Chopper, from OP

Ryuu, from SK

Sylphin, from Umaru

Aru, from Hitori Bocchi

Others: Alex (brother of Sylphin, Umaru), Haruka (Kagerou Days), Aki (Masamune-kun no Revenge)

Merry Christmas

[sskk-squared]

[iwamimimimi]

[hakuryuu]

ume is great at kido and shit at kido at the same time.....what is the truth..........i think they can do spells really well but aren't good at their kido-based zanpakuto because that's more about non-vocal/incantation-based control and they suck at that

[iwamimimimi]

the places we'll go

Akutagawa wasn’t certain where’d he taken the wrong turn, but it came up quickly. He glowered at an unfamiliar street full of pedestrians, hands in his pockets as he stalked forward, intent on a mission. It wasn’t like him to get lost, but he was distracted as he often was these days, ruminating on the most creative way to eviscerate that miserable self-healing weretiger.

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The autumn air was crisp, not quite cold yet; but most people around him were dressed in long sleeves or pants, bundling against the inevitable drop in temperature when the sun finally sank past the horizon. They paid him little mind, which he preferred; but something just seemed off. The city streets around him had transitioned into more housing than commercial, and he had little business on this side of town.

Akutagawa went to turn a corner, intending to double back the way he’d come when he was nearly run down by an errant child swinging a toy sword.

Rashomon rippled, irritated from his shoulders as Akutagawa stared, surprised, at what looked to be the spitting image of the weretiger, only in child form.

“Oops, sorry mister,” the child yelped without even looking at him, even as an all-too-familiar voice shouted from along the road, “Acchan! Watch where you’re swinging that-!”

Akutagawa turned, taken aback but already preparing a snide remark about the weretiger’s secret lovechild when he locked eyes with Atsushi and froze in place. The weretiger’s stride faltered as well as they stared at each other, the moment stretching interminably long as Akutagawa’s gaze flickered from Atsushi to the small dark-haired child whose hand he was holding, and then over to himself, holding the child’s other hand and looking just as startled.

Time sped up, and everyone was in motion. “Acchan!” Atsushi roared, and the small version of himself turned, clearly startled by the tone, and finally looked up at Akutagawa, eyes wide.

“Dad?” he said, confused.

He caught the movement from the corner of his eye as his other self scooped the second child into his arms; Akutagawa turned to face them, coat spinning out behind him as Rashomon exploded from his coat in defensive tendrils. Before he could react one entire enormous tiger landed on him, taking him to the ground, teeth bared to his face.

Rashomon stabbed into the great white beast, through limbs and sides, drenching them both in blood but its weight was enormous, he couldn’t free himself from beneath its paws.

Blood splattered past his face and onto the concrete, and he felt his ribs crack under the weight of the enormous white tiger; he tried still to dislodge him—however, not even Rashomon deterred him, the growl echoing in his chest, hot breath blasting through his hair.

Black pulled at the edges of his vision; from the left he saw himself, holding the dark-haired child who looked like them both; this other him put his hand on the tiger’s bloody shoulder and said something softly.

Akutagawa coughed wetly, unable to parse the words through the blood rushing in his ears, and finally succumbed to the darkness pulling him under.

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Everything fucking hurt.

Akutagawa took a deep breath, took note of two cracked ribs that complained horrifically, and assessed before he even opened his eyes. He wasn’t restrained; heard no soft hum of medical equipment, and figured if he was dead, he wouldn’t hurt so goddamn much. Finally he opened his eyes and discovered, to his surprise, he was laid out on a couch, tattered black trench coat laid over him like a blanket.

Two pairs of eyes, one set dark gray and the other achingly familiar violet-gold, were peeking over the back of the couch at him. When the two sets of eyes realized that they had been spotted, both disappeared and two pairs of footsteps went thudding away, out of sight. “Dad, dad, dad!!!”

Akutagawa pushed himself upright, coat sliding off. He was shirtless, bandages wrapped securely around his chest—presumably to help with the cracked ribs—but they were not so tight as to restrict his already labored breathing. He pulled his coat around his shoulders as he sat up, Rashomon’s presence an immediate comfort, and the only thing familiar in this moment—until a second, enormous, red-eyed black Rashomon head hove over him from behind the couch.

He turned and saw himself, the two miniature versions of himself and the weretiger hiding safely behind his legs. Akutagawa stared at the children, perplexed, for a moment more, before raising his gaze and meeting his double’s eye.

The other Akutagawa said, “Upstairs, both of you. Now.”

“What?” the tiny Atsushi said. “No! I want to know—”

“You heard your father,” the weretiger’s voice came from out of sight, and after another long look at Akutagawa, both children slunk away.

Akutagawa took a deep breath, heart thudding in his chest like he’d run a marathon. “What the hell is going on,” he croaked, throat and mouth dry as the desert. “Who the hell are you?”

“I think that would be plainly obvious,” his double said shortly. “What’s less obvious is what you are doing here.”

The weretiger entered the room then; he was wearing different clothes from before but otherwise looked completely undamaged. His gait was strange, too; different from what Akutagawa was accustomed to, and it took him a moment to recognize it was that this Atsushi moved with an easy confidence. He wasn’t even bothered that Akutagawa was sitting here. He wasn’t seen as a threat.

Akutagawa hated him.

Atsushi was carrying a tray with tea on it, he set it on the low table in front of Akutagawa. “I made tea,” he announced unnecessarily. Akutagawa did not move, continuing to stare at his own twin, silent. Atsushi slid up beside his other self, but Akutagawa noted he did not present his back once. “Do you remember this happening?” he asked the man he stood beside in a low voice; as if Akutagawa could not hear them speak from this proximity.

His twin shook his head once, sharply, not taking his eyes off Akutagawa. “Not at all.”

“Do you think an ability…?”

“Why are you conversing so casually with the weretiger?” Akutagawa snapped suddenly, eyes alight, interrupting their conversation. “What is he even doing here, and who are those children?”

Atsushi stepped forward, eyes flashing with something he’d never seen in his own weretiger’s eyes. “I’m here because I’m meant to be,” he said, sharply. “The children are not your concern, don’t speak of them.”

“Weretiger,” his other self murmured, admonishing, and Atsushi tilted his head slightly in acknowledgment but didn’t look back.

“He tried to kill me in front of them,” he said, anger brimming brightly in his voice. “They’re going to be sleeping in our bed for a week.”

“Your what?”

Akutagawa watched his other self catch the weretiger’s elbow and pull him back. His touch was clearly a familiar comfort, not even a hair adversarial. It felt wrong to even see it, and Akutagawa shuddered, pulling his coat tighter over his shoulders. “If he’s me,” the other Akutagawa said, voice soft and firm, “he’s not stupid, Atsushi. Go sit with the kids, they need reassurance. Let me talk to him.”

Atsushi sputtered and looked between Akutagawa and his double. The look he shot Akutagawa was one he was familiar with and Rashomon acted without guidance, rippling in a red tinge from his shoulders, prepared for a fight.

Instead of engaging, though, Atsushi looked away. He took a breath, looked the other Akutagawa in the eye, and then walked back the way the children had disappeared. His twin watched Atsushi leave, and when he turned back to face Akutagawa his face was dark.

“You had best come up with a reason for me not to take your head for threatening my family,” his other self said in a low, cold tone.

“Why are you with the enemy?”

“The weretiger has never been our enemy,” his other self walked forward, looking down at Akutagawa with eyes that seemed lighter than his own. “I don’t care if you’ve figured that out for yourself or not; but as I have no memory of this encounter that means you are not my past.” He slid his hands into his pockets and leaned forward, threat written all over his face. “Which also means it will cause my life no harm if I were to allow yours to end.”

Akutagawa rose from the couch, facing his twin, Rashomon looming large from his coat and matching the threat display with one of his own. “Try it,” he urged, voice hoarse. “Shall we fight here, make a mess of this nice little home where you’re kept like a pet?”

His twin’s eyes grew hard. His own Rashomon almost overrode the impulse to do precisely that, but he stood firm. “If you are manifested from an ability, or are here because of one, it will simply take Dazai-san to reverse it,” he said finally. “You don’t want to be here, and we don’t want you here. Can’t we find an accord until this is resolved?”

It was a reasonable enough request, although Akutagawa wasn’t particularly interested in complying. “An accord,” he repeated. “I have no need to agree to anything with you, or with anyone. What benefit do I have to an accord with you?”

“The benefit,” Akutagawa’s twin said, slowly, enunciating, “is that I keep my husband from tearing out your throat for even the shadow of the threat you just posed to our children.”

“You’ve gone soft to not do it yourself,” Akutagawa hissed, Rashomon darting forward to engage—but that tendril was severed by a black as night Rashomon blade; almost faster than he could see. Startled, he took a step back, legs banging into the coffee table and spilling the tea across the tray. 

The other Akutagawa covered the distance between them, coming around the couch quickly. He got his hand in Akutagawa’s coat and their abilities thrummed together. Akutagawa froze, electricity prickling his skin, but his twin didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.

“Make no mistake,” he hissed, “I do not cower behind my weretiger. But I made him a vow, and I keep my word.”

They stared, eye to eye, breathing hard—and then his twin released him, took a step back, and folded his arms. He exhaled a shaky breath before meeting Akutagawa’s eye again. “Besides,” he said, the ghost of a smirk appearing. “I know you do not appreciate it now, but there is something delightful about him covered in someone else’s blood.”

The two Akutagawas stared at each other silently for a long moment as he turned the option over in his head. Finally, Akutagawa folded his arms and looked away. “An accord,” he said. “You shall answer any questions I have, and I shall not bring harm to the children?”

His other self nodded, pose mirrored, arms folded.

The quicker he got out of this absurd situation, the better. “Fine then,” he said. “You have your accord. Take me to Dazai-san.”

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This request turned out to be more complicated than he anticipated. “Dazai-san’s phone is off,” Atsushi said, seated across from Akutagawa on the couch and holding his phone in front of him with one hand, irritation plainly evident in his voice. “Again.”

“Chuuya-san just got back from France,” his twin said from across the room. He was standing at the table, supervising the two children working on homework. They kept sneaking furtive glances at Akutagawa, and then looking back to their father. “What did you expect?”

“How is it he’s never around when we need him?”

“Dazai-oji is going to be at the party tonight,” the small version of himself said, his gaze darting from Akutagawa to Atsushi. “We’re still going…right?”

“Absolutely not,” Atsushi said, distracted, at the same time that the other Akutagawa said, “of course we are.”

They crossed gazes, amusingly, and Akutagawa took a sip of his tea, watching the silent conversation composed entirely of glares. Finally, Atsushi sighed, looked back at his phone, and said, “Yes, we’re still going.”

“Party?” Akutagawa enquired, although he didn’t properly care, the question was disruptive enough that it amused him. His tiny self’s head came up immediately.

“It’s a Halloween party,” he said enthusiastically before he could be shushed. “I’m going to be a detective, like father!”

Akutagawa raised an eyebrow. “Ryuu-chan,” Atsushi said in a warning tone, but then the other child’s head came up, holding his pencil in his hand like a weapon.

“And I’m gonna be Zorro! Did you see my sword?”

“Acchan—!”

“I’m gonna show him my sword!” Before he could be interrupted or stopped, the small version of Atsushi went straight over the table and dashed around the corner, striped tail trailing out behind him. Bewildered, Akutagawa looked over to Atsushi, who now had his head in both hands.

Akutagawa wasn’t certain how to phrase the question he wanted to ask, which rarely stopped but before he could the tiny Atsushi known as Acchan had returned, a familiar toy rapier in his hand. He bounded over the back of the couch with ease and sat next to Akutagawa fearlessly, proudly wielding his toy.

Atsushi’s head shot up, and he could see his other self start to move from out of the corner of his eye; as if he intended to remove the child from Akutagawa’s proximity. “See?” Acchan said, showing off the weapon. “It makes a whippy noise if you swing it around real fast but isn’t pointy at all!”

“I…see,” Akutagawa said, dryly, uncertain how to handle this.

“Acchan,” his twin said sharply, and Acchan’s enthusiasm wilted slightly. “If you wish to go to the party this evening, your homework must be completed.”

“Okay,” he mumbled, sliding off the couch cushion and retreating back to the table, sword still in hand.

“Where…?” That wasn’t the question he wanted to ask. Akutagawa inclined his head toward the table, as his other self leaned over and answered a question from Ryuu-chan. “How?”

“An ability,” Atsushi said, correctly interpreting his confusion. “Ranpo-san said it seemed like they were us, brought from another reality. When Dazai-san dispelled the ability, they stayed. So, Ryuu and I…” he shot an undisguised, fond look at the other Akutagawa that made his skin crawl, “we decided to raise them. Make sure they grew up safe and protected from anyone who’d try to use our abilities to do harm.”

Akutagawa turned this over in his head for a moment. He could at least see the weretiger doing this, but himself? Ridiculousness. “And you didn’t at least change their names?”

When the weretiger shrugged at him, he snorted. “Incredible that I would be so taken by you, do you have nothing but fluff between your ears?”

“You’re the one who put a ring on it,” Atsushi said smartly, holding up his left hand, but was distracted when his phone vibrated on his lap. “Oh, good news at least. Dazai-san will be at the party. They just might be late.”

“What’s the over/under on the appropriateness of his costume this year?”

“I don’t take bets with you; we share a bank account.” Atsushi glanced up at Akutagawa, who was watching the conversation with detached interest. “Last year Dazai-san came wearing only bandages,” he explained, and then shook his head. “Most people at least wear shorts under the bandages if they’re dressing as a mummy….”

“Most people also don’t attempt to fling themselves out the fifth-floor window when left to their own devices and the liquor unattended.”

“This is also true.” Atsushi scrolled through his phone for a second, clearly looking for proof that Akutagawa did not request but then got distracted, pulling up a picture and showing the phone to Akutagawa. It was a picture of the children, wearing their school uniforms and standing in front of a gate, looking proud of themselves.

Akutagawa stared at the picture and then looked at Atsushi, who was clearly beaming; and felt a weird twinge. He sat back in his seat, arms folded.

“I’m hungry,” Acchan complained from the table. “When are we gonna eat?”

Atsushi looked across the room at the other Akutagawa, and they did that silent communication thing again. “I forgot,” Atsushi said. “We were supposed to pick up groceries after we were done costume shopping.”

“I mean,” the other Akutagawa said, hands on the back of Ryuu-chan’s chair. “Things did take a turn on us.”

There was a pause, and Acchan said in the most dramatic, horrified, I’m dying voice a child had ever mustered, “No dinner!?”

=====

Akutagawa remained seated on the couch while his twin ordered dinner, Acchan circling his legs like a cat that hadn’t been fed in days. “He would eat us out of house and home if we let him,” Atsushi commented, noticing Akutagawa watching Acchan. “He’s never had sleep for dinner, though he tries to make you believe otherwise.”

That strange twinge again. Akutagawa looked at Atsushi, who was also watching Acchan, a fond, amused look on his face. Acchan had stopped circling Akutagawa, grabbed his toy rapier off the table, and zig-zagged it through the air.

It was, Akutagawa hated to admit, fascinating to watch this dynamic. As much as he loathed the weretiger he could respect that they at least worked well together, but to see that teamwork employed in something as mundane as wrangling kids to clean up for dinner was…something he’d never imagined.

Atsushi walked past, shouting something to the other Akutagawa, who was out of earshot through the kitchen. Now alone, Ryuu-chan took the opportunity to sneak over, staring at Akutagawa all the while.

Akutagawa stared down at this tiny version of himself; well-fed, in clean clothes, groomed and healthy. A proper childhood lay ahead of him, and he felt a small spark of envy for this child.

“Who are you?” Ryuu-chan asked him solemnly, grey eyes sharp.

Akutagawa stared imperiously down at him, but the child didn’t flinch from his gaze. He instead studied Akutagawa closely. “You look just like me and Dad,” he said. “But you’re not his brother, and you have the same ability as us. No one has the exact same ability.”

Akutagawa’s mouth quirked. “So who is it you think I am then, boy?”

“You’re me,” Ryuu-chan said it with no hesitation, a frown on his face while he contemplated this. “But you’re mean, and you made dad bleed.” His green sweater rippled with color, his own Rashomon rising from its threads, and his tiny face twisted, eyes flashing with just a hint of red. “Don’t hurt Dad again.”

“Ryuu-chan!” An enormous black Rashomon head plucked Ryuu-chan up by the sweater, scruffing him like a kitten. His green Rashomon collapsed into his clothing immediately, abashed. “Leave him alone,” his twin said severely, and Ryuu-chan darted another look at Akutagawa before nodding obediently.

Dinner was chaotic and loud, a spectacle all on its own. Akutagawa remained on the couch and observed from afar, a barely touched plate sitting by his knee on the table as he watched the family eat together at the table.

If he so wanted, he could strike at them easily, unguarded as they were. Atsushi’s back was to him, distracted by arguing with the other version of himself. He was more concerned with making sure Acchan didn’t inhale all the food before anyone else had their fair share of the portions; Atsushi said something in aggravation and his twin laughed. It was free and joyful and as unguarded as anything else happening at the moment.

He could strike at them, but he found he didn’t want to.

Akutagawa looked away, down at the portion of food on his plate he hadn’t touched. Atsushi had handed it off to him casually, unafraid, more concerned with the children than their uninvited guest. He despised the weretiger immensely but couldn’t bring himself to act upon it. He had struck an accord with himself, and like the man said he kept to his word. It was the fact that he didn’t want to that disquieted him the most.

Acchan had finished his vacuum cleaner impersonation and emptied the boxes of leftovers and now zeroed in on Akutagawa’s plate. He bounced over to the couch, put his hands on Akutagawa’s knee, and said, “If you’re done, I’ll take your plate!”

“Have at,” Akutagawa said, and Acchan sprung upon it. Atsushi sighed and got up from the table, and Akutagawa looked at him. “Tell me, are you a bottomless pit as well, weretiger?”

“He is,” his twin confirmed. “He just hides it better. Can’t keep anything in the refrigerator overnight, it’ll be gone by morning.”

“Hey,” Atsushi said, insulted. “I have better self-control than that.”

“Do you?” both Akutagawa and his twin said at the same time, and they looked at each other, surprised—his twin exhaled in amusement, while Akutagawa was horrified.

Atsushi ignored them both, touching the top of Acchan’s head. “If you’re so intent on cleaning everyone’s plates, Acchan, you get to do the dishes tonight.”

“Mwha?” Acchan’s dejection was muffled by his mouth full of bread.

“I can wash dishes,” Akutagawa said before he caught himself. Atsushi looked at him, startled, but Acchan put both his hands in the air, victorious.

“Yes! Thank you, ‘niisan!” Acchan ran his plate into the kitchen and disappeared up the stairs, presumably to get changed into his costume.

Akutagawa awkwardly stood in the kitchen with his twin, still entirely confused as to why he volunteered for this. He didn’t end up doing the washing but drying instead, while Atsushi stepped away to supervise the children changing into their costumes.

“Is it always like this?” he asked finally, tone strangely subdued. He didn’t know what this was, but when he looked up from drying the plate in his hands it was to his own face, looking softly amused.

“Never a dull moment,” his twin said, with a fond tinge to his tone that Akutagawa didn’t recognize, as he’d never used it. He rinsed another plate and handed it to Akutagawa. “I hope one day you’ll find your own peace, with the weretiger or otherwise. It is hard to achieve, but it’s worth it.”

Akutagawa shook his head, still drying the plate and refusing to look at him. “It’s nothing someone like me deserves.”

“Maybe not.” Akutagawa’s other self turned off the faucet, draining the sink. “But those kids deserve safety and security. I can’t atone for everything I’ve done, but I can be a better person for them.”

Akutagawa finished drying the drinkware as his twin left to go change as well, leaving him alone in their house for the first time since he’d arrived. Akutagawa lined the cups on the counter and stared at them for a moment; four different cups, two hardy plastic and two dinged but well-used glasses.

He looked around the kitchen, at the appliances and cupboards; scuffs and dents, a small chunk of plaster missing from the drywall around child-height, a faded scorch mark on the wall behind the stove.

Then he folded the dishtowel he’d been using for drying over the edge of the sink and returned to the main room.

Acchan was already there waiting, in a cape and a mask on his face, wearing a large-brimmed hat with a rakish tilt. “Look,” he said, drawing his toy sword from the red sash around his waist and flicking it around in the air, before jumping on the couch.

Rashomon reacted before Akutagawa did; but instead of tendrils darting out to skewer, they were blunted, batting at the toy sword, giving Acchan something to fence. “Acchan!” Atsushi yelled, seeing Rashomon’s movement—but halted just around the corner, a hat in both hands. Akutagawa looked at him impassively, allowing Rashomon to collapse back into his coat, and Atsushi squeezed the hat, giving Akutagawa a long look.

“Dad, you’re yelling a lot tonight,” Acchan said, one hand on the back of the couch, feet firmly on the cushions.

“Yeah, well, you know you’re not supposed to jump on the furniture,” Atsushi said, waving the Stetson at him like he was a misbehaving farm animal. “Come on, leave him alone, we’re almost ready.”

“But ‘niisan doesn’t have a costume,” Acchan protested.

“I do,” Akutagawa said dryly. When Acchan looked back at him, eyes wide, Akutagawa tugged on his collar, making it stand up properly. “I’m a mafioso.”

“Chuuya-oji is a mafioso,” Acchan said dismissively. “That’s not a costume.” Atsushi choked, covering his mouth with one hand to not laugh out loud and ignoring Akutagawa’s glare as he moved past. “Oh! I know!”

Acchan disappeared back the way he’d come as Ryuu-chan and his father emerged from the stairwell. Ryuu-chan was wearing an Inverness cape and a deerstalker, clutching a comically large magnifying glass; while Akutagawa’s twin was wearing a dark cape with purple lining over regular clothing and a tall, soft-looking floppy hat with a wide brim.

“Wizard?” Akutagawa asked, and Ryuu-chan shook his head negatively.

“Father’s a witch,” he said forcefully, and his twin gave Akutagawa a pained look, having clearly been through this many times.

Acchan tumbled down the stairs behind them, a blur of motion and holding aloft something in one hand. “Here, here!” he said, waving it before Akutagawa could identify the object. “You can be a vampire since you look like one already!”

The other Akutagawa covered his mouth and started coughing obnoxiously loud, clearly trying to stifle straight-up laughter. Akutagawa ignored him as Acchan deposited the item, now revealed to be a set of flimsy plastic fangs, into Akutagawa’s open hand.

“You know,” he said, pointing at his twin, “he used to dress like me.”

Acchan turned to his father, eyes wide. “Really?”

“Well, duh,” Ryuu-chan said. “We have pictures, ‘niisan.”

This response did not in fact help clear up the other Akutagawa’s coughing fit. Atsushi reappeared, now wearing the cowboy hat he’d been carrying and looking a goddamn ridiculous sight in his fringed vest and chaps. “You okay?” he asked, clearly concerned at the other Akutagawa’s coughing fit, and touched the small of his back. His twin nodded, finally getting his reaction under control.

They seemed to have decided that Akutagawa posed them no threat, as they walked in front of him. Rashomon had emerged from his twin’s cape, loosely wrapped around Acchan’s chest like a harness since he wasn’t interested in holding hands, and instead ran ahead, sword at the ready.

Atsushi and the other Akutagawa walked hand in hand, and Ryuu-chan held Atsushi’s other hand. They looked just like any family out for Halloween; dressed up in costumes and keeping track of excited kids, and they were holding hands. Akutagawa kept staring at that casual touch and wondering why it made his throat ache.

It didn’t matter why it made his throat ache.

They’d meet Dazai-san at this party, Dazai-san would negate this ability that was affecting him, and he would be home. It would soon be over, and this weird little family could go on and he could forget this ever happened, ascribe it to a bad dream, and move on with his life.

Akutagawa stopped walking.

Neither Atsushi nor the other Akutagawa seemed to realize, talking quietly with each other, in their own little world. Ryuu-chan noticed, though—he looked over his shoulder at Akutagawa, but didn’t say anything to his father. He waved his free hand, and Akutagawa found himself raising his own hand in acknowledgment, as the small family turned the corner and walked out of sight.

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The park that overlooked the bay wasn’t that busy after dark, which was fine. It was Halloween, there were events all over the city, it kept people busy and indoors, out of this frigid night air. Akutagawa folded his arms and looked out across the water, waves choppy.

He didn’t know what he wanted, now. He wanted none of this, but the way it felt like the first clean breath of air after drowning for so long kept haunting him. This wasn’t meant for someone like him, it never would be.

Akutagawa sat on a park bench and wondered if his absence had finally been noticed. Would they look for him? Or had he already been forgotten, the fragment of another life already lost?

He folded his arms, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.

=====

“Did you sleep out here?”

Akutagawa opened his gummy eyes to see Atsushi standing in front of him, looking disgusted. He had both his hands on his hips and that accursed belt was jaunted out at an angle as if it were telegraphing its wearer’s emotions. Akutagawa blinked at him and scowled, then turned his head and coughed.

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion on my accommodations, weretiger,” he said, folding his arms again.

“Yeah, and I thought you weren’t a bum that slept on the streets,” Atsushi snapped back. “What the hell are you doing out here, anyway?” He paused, the irritation dropping from his voice for a moment, the concern he carried for others emerging. “Is everything…okay?”

Akutagawa’s eyes darted to his hands, but he was wearing his fingerless gloves. Akutagawa exhaled and slid forward on the bench, standing and refusing to let show how stiff he was. “I just had the strangest dream, is all,” he said. “It was a peaceful world. You weren’t in it.”

“Oh ha ha,” Atsushi said, but there was still concern in his golden-violet eyes. “Are you sure that you’re okay, Akutagawa?”

Akutagawa slid his hands into his pockets and managed to maintain his neutral expression when one touched a set of plastic fangs. Surprised, he curled his hand around them and rubbed his thumb over the blunted plastic point of a tooth, before letting out a vocal scoff.

“Don’t waste your concern on me,” he said, tilting his head back. “There are more important things for you to worry about, weretiger.”

Akutagawa glanced out at the pink-grey skies over the water, hand still clasped tight around the plastic toy, and headed home.

[erosauriarts]

SSKK^2 As Teens [Headcanons]

Outfits: 

Acchan wears a lot of J-pop fashion - athletic wear. Open and easy to move in. The designs are simple, but with his brother’s help, he makes his clothes his own. 

Ryuuchan paints little designs on his clothes - some of which are inside jokes that not even Atsushi and Aku know. 

Acchan likes it when no one knows what his designs mean, and he flaunts his custom sweater/shirt around. 

He wears crocs. Unironically. He likes he can kick them off whenever to climb anything he wants. Everyone hates them, but they can’t handle it when he tries to go find them.

If he can get away with it, he’d wear clashing patterns.

He’s destructive to pants in specific- he goes through them quite a bit. Atsushi can’t get him to stop.

Ryuu-chan is very simple. He likes self-expression and to look smart. He tends to wear layers, and Acchan encourages colorful jackets for Rashomon. He gets told he dresses too old for his age; to his reply is ‘yuh.’

He likes it when his outfit’s pallets match. He will test color theory on some outfits, but rather they’d just match them. 

He likes it when his jacket is darker than his shirt.

Though he makes designs for Acchan, he doesn’t really like wearing graphic tee/sweaters. 

~More Headcanons and Context ~

Haircuts:

Acchan watches a lot of TV - some of which are 80s TV. HE REALLY WANTED A MULLET. He kept telling everyone he was going to grow one, but Atsushi was insistent he didn’t. Aku stepped in to let him know that hair is important to a kid’s self esteem. Surrendering his rejection; Acchan is allowed to grow out his mullet. He doesn’t brush his hair, so he tends to look like he’s been electrocuted. 

Ryuuchan grew his hair like Chuuya's [mostly to try it out]. Unlike his brother, he cares for his hair really well. He prefers to pull it back to keep it from getting in his mouth. His hair has never passed his shoulders, and he’s ok with that. [It grows too fast, so he gets major cuts periodically. It returns to the length after a few months.

Academics:

Acchan is either really good at school or fails hard. He has a natural understanding to patterns and repetition but if school requires critical thinking; he panics and answers like “fish” on a math test. If there is a formula to the school work - he will blossom. He’s also been asked to join sports groups because he is the fastest runner in his class. Atsushi encouraged it until Acchan played soccer and kicked the ball so hard with the tiger that he had to pull him from sports that required kicking or throwing. [Atsushi was mostly worried for other kids' safety]

Ryuu-chan is attached to creative classes, though he does really well in all his closes. He, however, gets stressed with the school starts to bring up university.  He gets in his head and tends to over study and get exhausted on test day. 

Personality:

Acchan is really sweet to everyone he comes across. He tends to come home late from school because he gets stopped to do a series of heavy labor requests for the neighbors. He’s also very hungry and asks for food for payment. He comes home with snacks everyday. He’s well spoken if he is interested in a particular subject but when him and his brother fights over hypotheticals - all intelligence leaves.

Ryuu-chan is pretty reserved - though not socially avoidant. He’s too polite [engrained bc of Atsushi] and tends to do everything everyone asks. Unlike his brother, Ryuu-chan gets asked to do complicated tasks. Old people also really like talking to him, and it often feels like they seek him out to talk to him. He tends to dip if his social battery gets too much.

Context:

@sskk-squared

[samutoru]

bestfriend's brother — ryuunosuke akutagawa x reader

warnings : smut, p in v sex, creampie, exhibitionism (?), voyeurism, petnames, friends to lovers

pairing : akutagawa x reader

story below the cut ! minors dni (or do)

synopsis: your bestfriend, gin, always knew you liked her brother. on the day she invited you over, she gets "permission" from akutagawa allowing you to sleep in his room for the night.

"onee-chan!" gin called out as she walked towards her kitchen counter and hovered over it to see if her brother was coming.

"i have a friend coming over tonight, i was wondering if you'd let her sleep in your bed for the night since your going to be on a job until tomorrow," gin asked as she gave him the biggest puppy eyes akutagawa had ever seen.

"who's coming over?"

"y/n"

after he heard your name, he automatically said yes. no other words needed to convince him to let you use his bed. he had definitely folded like a samsung galaxy flip phone. he had the most biggest crush on you and you were so oblivious to it. he never really showed his feelings towards you, but he would always act differnt around you and treat you better than others.

"really?! thank you!!"

akutagawa unexpectedly came home in the middle of the night since he finished his job early. he expected to see you sleeping when he walked into his room but you were in your underwear and in a tanktop, your legs were hanging off his bed and you were scrolling on your phone.

the moment he saw your bare ass, he got hard and his dick began to twitch in his pants.

"oh, hey akutagawa!" you waved, as he just nodded back at you. next thing you knew you were being spread apart for him, moaning his name.

"that's it, you're doing so good for me darling," He praises as he thrusted his fingers into you, making you ruin his sheets.

"you're so wet for me," He smirked, "You're taking it so well princess,"

"are you sure this is a good idea?" You asked, looking into his eyes as you grabbed his hair to the pleasure he was giving you.

"you're the one who "snuck" into my bed. don't complain about it now, just enjoy it my love, but not a little too much because gin is in the room nextdoor,"

I don't think we're gonna stay as friends after tonight.

"be a good girl and behave for me okay?" he whispers as he pushes himself in you. his cock wasn't as big as you thought it would be, it was smaller than you originally had thought, but it was hella fucking thick. his cock was exactly made for you, hitting every single spot inside you that you didn't know that you had, and it filled you up so good.

You were feeling the thrill of Gin catching you guys having sex, the thought of her seeing you two doing it was horrifying to even think about, but at the same time you loved it.

"Your sister would kill me if she caught us doing this," You moaned out trying to focus on what words you were trying to slur out but you were too fucked out to even focus on anything but the pleasure he was giving you in between your legs.

"You're such a good girl, you're all for me," akutagawa groaned as you nodded, trying to stay as quiet as you could, but he was so deep inside of you. His hand going over your mouth to help you quiet down.

His hand was over your mouth, rashoumon was keeping your hips down onto the bed, and he was fucking you relentlessly making you only focus on what was going on in between your legs.

He thrusted into you once more, making you moan into his hand. He picked up his pace making you tremble beneath him. You were grabbing anything you could at this point. His hair, his bedsheets, his back, just anything that was within your reach.

"Fuck," He groaned, "I'm gonna cum," He said as he picked up his pace in his thrusts. His thrusts were getting sloppier and messier, and you were feeling that sensation in your stomach wanting to become undone.

"Ryuu, please,"

"Do it inside,"

"That's a good idea, I really don't wanna ruin my bedsheets," He praised as he was fastening his pace, his mouth sucking on one of your breasts and his hand playing with the other. His mouth travled to your neck, attempting to leave owner marks on you.

"F-fuck—" he moaned, "You're so pretty for me princess," He praised again, letting out his warm seed inside of you, with you moaning out his name as loud as you could.

His body fell next to right next to yours, there was sweat on his forehead and his head was in the crook of your neck. "I hope you know that I have a crush on you,"

"I do too," You breathed out as you turned to him to kiss his forehead.

Bonus ! —

As soon as Gin heard you two from the hallway as she was getting herself a drink, she immediately put on her headphones to cancel out your moans and akutagawa's groans.

she texted her groupchat with tachihara, higuchi, and chuuya in it, saying "I told you guys they would hook up with eachother by the end of the night," following along with a voice message of you moaning out akutagawa's name.