#This screams “Dazai should have been mine”

[ohhcinnybuns]

Fyodor is so mad that his situationship went back to his ex-boyfriend and that they confessed in front of his salad in 4K UHD. The audacity, smh "Chuuya, all we’ve done is quarrel for 7 years, but now that I've think about it, there were moments when our hearts connected with each other..." "Chuuya. Come to your senses. Our fate will not end in a place like this. Because you and I are destined to—"

[coolyiooo]

BSD Men Begging/ Desperate To F*ck You

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗Warnings❗: biting, SMUT, MDNI, moaning, ,degrading, praise, public, quickie, groaning, whimpering, choking, over stimulation, begging, crying, masturbating, breeding kink, blowjob, etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

It was lunch time at the ADA. You and Dazai had the whole office to yourselves and right when everyone left, Dazai almost instantly threw himself on you.

The whole day all he could think about was you and nothing else. He's never felt this desperate and he doesn't know why, but all he knows is that he has to be inside you.

Without even greeting you with a hi, hello, how are you. He picked you up, laid you on your desk, kissing your neck and grinding his hips against you.

Startled, you asked " 'Samu what are you doing? We're still at work! Can't you wait till we get home?"

He bit your neck, making you yelp " I can't wait. I need you right here and now, Bella. All I've been thinking about is making you mine. Please I'll be quick, I promise" he begged while unbuttoning your shirt

You weren't sure if you should do it in the office where anybody could walk in at anytime, but you've never heard him beg like this nor be so desperate, it was making you flustered.

"F-fine, but you better be quick" He immediately unbutton his pants and slid your pants off, getting straight to the point.

He slid his fingers inside you fast, getting you ready to be stretched out by him. You moaned in surprise, and held him tightly from his fast fingers.

In a few minutes when he knew you were ready, he plunged his cock inside you, Both of you moaning.

He was shuddering from the warm feeling. He's been waiting for what seems like forever. Right away he thrusted into you at a fast pace, rocking the desk against the other desk loudly.

He was whimpering and moaning more than usual. He held onto your hips more tightly than ever, like you were gonna leave any second. He could feel himself already reaching his release, he really was so desperate for you.

"Mph- Mmn~ so good ah~! So fucking good~! Your so tight ah~ 'm gonna cum already~!"His eyes were shut tight and his eyebrows furrowed.

He would look like he was in pain if he wasn't moaning and whimpering so much. A bit of Drool was coming from the side of his mouth

When he opened his eyes, they looked like he's in heaven, like he's seeing stars. He looks down to where your both connected.

He can see his cock being drenched in your fluids and how your cunt consumes his shaft so hungrily. You could feel him throbbing inside you aggressively.

His head falls all the way back with his eyes closed "Yes~ I'm gonna cum! fuck, I've been waiting for this~ please, can I cum inside? Mmn~! I have to please, Bella~"

How could you say no when he's begging to you in whimpers? "Yes mmn~! cum inside me~" you moaned, clenching your hands on his shoulders.

He goes in and out of you at a desperate, sloppy pace. He really feels how your warm, wet pussy strokes his cock so perfectly.

He finds himself at his limit and shoots his hot cum deep inside your quivering cunt. Moaning so loudly as if he was screaming, forgetting that you were at a public place. Seeing him so desperate and pathetic made you cum with him.

Both of you twitching aggressively and being in pure bliss.You started calming down from your high's and catching y'all's breath. Your body still slightly twitching, when suddenly, Dazai rams his cock in and out of you at a fast pase.

Making you moan and dig your nails into his shoulder " 'S-Samu! Aah~!" You moaned

He whimpers out loud " 'm need more~ I can't stop moving- MNN~! I need to cum more~ your so irresistible ah~! Take responsibility Bella~"

💚RANPO💚

You had just came back from work to your shared apartment with Ranpo, putting your stuff on the table and taking off your shoes.

You wanted to go greet your boyfriend, so you walked to the bedroom, but then you started to hear lewd noises. You heard moaning and whimpering coming from the bedroom and all you could think about was 'is he... cheating on me?'.

With the thought in your head you barged in the room, about to cuss and scream at him, but all you saw was Ranpo and his hand on his cock. Ranpo looked at you with wide eyes, in shock and also embarrassment, his cheeks blushing red.

You both stared at each other in silence, then you heard Ranpo whimper as he began to stroke himself in front of you. He laid his head on the pillow as he let out loud, exaggerated moans as he stroke himself roughly.

"Ah~! Well don't just stand there and stare at me, sugar~ mmn~ I needed you all day and couldn't wait- Mmn~! Please help me~"

The sight and noises he brought to you was making you so wet, now he's got you needy too. You took off your clothes and got on top of him, taking his hand off his cock, and kissing him with full of lust, earning a satisfied sigh from Ranpo.

While you and Ranpo were kissing each other aggressively, he forced your hips to grind on his twitching cock, making him whimper. You could feel his cock rub against your clit, getting you wet and ready for him.

"Please~ I have to be inside you Mmn~ I can't take it anymore, sugar~"

Your body moved on its own and sank your hips onto his cock, both of you moaning from the intense pleasure. You began to jump on his cock at a fast pase, his hands gripping on to your thighs as he whimpered loudly.

"So good~! Just like that, sugar~ don't stop- AH~! MNN~ I want to cum so bad ah~ please don't stop~"

You could feel his cock throbbing aggressively inside you, only making you feel better and tightening around him.

"Yeah, sugar mmn~ oh yes~ yes, yes, yes! faster, sugar~"

He starts to thrust his hips upwards, to get more friction and to meet his climax, but for you he only reached deeper inside of you. Both of you moaned louder from the euphoric feeling and soon found yourselves at you limits.

Ranpo whimpered loudly as he shoots his cum In you, his eyes tight shut and back arching, his legs and hands trembling from his orgasm. You came with him, seeing stars and your cunt twitching on him.

As you were catching your breath he lazily thrusted his hips upwards again. You gasped in surprise when you could feel him getting hard again.

"More~ please more, sugar~ your so addicting~ please make me cum more~ don't stop~!"

💜FYODOR💜

You were talking to Nikolai, when suddenly, Fyodor opens the door abruptly. The loud noise startled you and Nikolai, but when you saw Fyodor coming towards you at a fast pase, it got you nervous.

Before you can say anything, he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to where ever he was going, making you almost trip. "F-Fedya, is everything ok?"

You look back at Nikolai who was smirking and raising his shoulders like he's saying 'i don't know'

Fyodor takes you to your bedroom and immediately starts to aggressively make out with you, slamming your back against the wall.

You were definitely taken aback, but you weren't complaining and gave into the kiss. Fyodor held your body passionately yet tightly, groaning into the kiss. You pulled away from the kiss, worried since this isn't usually how he'd act

"Fedya, is something wrong?"

He was breathing a bit heavily. He held your chin with two of his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes "Is it so wrong of me to want my love?"

He brought his lips to your neck "To touch.. to kiss.. to feel... To make love to? " He said kissing against your skin

He pulled himself away from your neck and tilted his head, looking at your eyes "get on your knees, moya lyubov" he said in a demanding yet quiet voice

You gulped and followed his orders, his dominance already making you wet. He pulled down his pants to reveal his desperate cock. He held the side of your head, looking down on you "suck, my dear"

You kissed and licked his cock, making him whimper quietly. You've never heard him whimper before, and it turned you on.

You welcomed his cock into your warm,sticky mouth. Going at a steady pase, but Fyodor held the back on your head and forced your head to deep throat him, startling and choking you. You instinctively put your hands on his thighs to hold yourself.

He tried to hide his moans and whimpers, but failed and let them out, making you so wet and aroused. You moaned on his cock, still choking on him, as tears ran down your cheeks. Seeing you become a mess in a short amount of time turned him on so much.

"MNN~! F-fuck~ your such a slut for my cock, my love~ your doing so well Aghh~! It hasn't even been five minutes- mph~!"

He fucks your mouth like it was your cunt and quickly found his climax, cumming deep down your throat. He shut his eyes closed, trying so hard to silence his whimper, but it felt so fucking good that he let it out. My god was his whimper so incomparable to every song you've ever heard. You almost came on the spot.

You swallowed every bit of his sticky cum "that's it. Swallow it, Myshka~" When he was done, he pulled his cock out of you. Giving you a chance to finally breath, coughing from the lack of oxygen.

He lifted your body up and raised one of your legs around his waist. Before you could process what was happening, he thrusted his cock in and out of you quickly. Both of you moaning from the sweet sensation.

You came immediately on his dick, already being so aroused when sucking him off.

"My, my, desperate, moya lyubov-? Mnn~! I want to fill you up so much as if I'm going to impregnate you~ hah~! I know you love your insides being claimed by me, Myshka~ don't act like you don't like it"

💙ATSUSHI💙

The second you got home to your shared apartment with Atsushi. He kissed your lips full of lust and passion. You were surprised, but of course you gave in.

You Wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, earning a moan from Atsushi. He pulls away from your lips and kisses your collarbone instead

"I need you so bad y/n~ P-please help me cum. I dont think I can hold on much longer~" he said in between kisses. The tone in his voice showed some embarrassment.

You responded to his request with a desperate kiss on the lips. Both of you moving towards the main room. Your body soon found itself laying on the couch and in between your legs was Atsushi.

His hands were gripping on your waist. He pulls away from your lips and pulls your pants down in a swift movement. As he sits up. He brings your hips to his face, putting your legs around his neck and right away starts eating you out.

You moaned out loud while, as fast as he can, makes you wet. You gripped on the couch cushions from the amazing feeling, his moans sending vibrations to your cunt and his tongue tasting every bit of your delicious pussy.

When Atsushi thought you're ready, he lowers your hips on his lap and straight away thrusts his throbbing cock inside you, moaning in satisfaction. You came right from the contact, since you were aroused from him eating you out, and Whimpered loudly.

He let you adjust to his size for a few seconds and roughly fucked your cunt. He went in and out of you at an inhuman speed, making the couch move and both of you moaning.

"F-fuck~! Mmn~! So g-g-good~! Can't t-think! Mmn~ Ah~! More~ faster~! Please y/n I'm so close hah~" he whimpered as his hands on your hips helped him go even faster.

You arch your back, almost going into overstimulation, while he presses one of his hands on your stomach. He could feel his dick sliding in and out of you and it turned him on so much. Knowing how he made you feel so good that you couldn't even form sentences also made him go over the edge.

"G-god your so fucking perfect~ Mmn~ g-gonna.. gonna cum~!" He moans before he squirts his cum into your womb with a deep thrust, making you cum with him.

Both of you whimper and grab a hold onto each other. He left his dick deep inside you while he was cumming. In a few seconds, he began to ram into your sensitive cunt again. His cock still shooting cum and only getting harder.

You moan In surprise "A-Atsushi~! W-wait- MMN~ TOO MUCH"

He whimpers loudly "Cant stop~ feels too good! Ah~ please~ I need you so bad mph- let me cum inside you more please MNN~ I want to rub inside you more~ f-fuck! you feel like heaven~"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You were quietly reading your book on the couch, when unexpectedly, Chuuya threw your book away from you.

You were confused and about to yell at him for throwing your book, but before you could say anything, he slammed his lips onto yours and kissed you.

His hands on your cheek and waist, this sudden affection making you fold into the kiss. You pulled him by the collar to bring his body more towards yours.

"I want you so much, doll~ please let me fuck you into oblivion~" he said before moving his lips to your neck.

You chuckled as you held the back of his head "You don't even have to ask, Chuuya."

He instantly laid your back on the couch and got in-between your legs, ripping your clothes off. His hand slowly moved down to your cunt just to find out you were already wet

"Heh seems like I'm not the only one desperate" you look away a bit embarrassed as he chuckles

"I think your already ready for me, doll~" he aligns his cock to your entrance and slowly slides his cock inside of you.

You and him moan from the connection and pleasure. He couldn't wait to make your body adjust to his size and immediately fucks your cunt at a fast speed.

You moan loudly as your pussy tightens around his cock, making him whimper.

"I wont stop until your covered in my cum Hah~!.. Till I fill you up with every drop mmn~ Until you've taste it.. Until every inch of you is claimed by me~" he moans

After hearing those words. You wrapped you legs around him, making him go inside you deeper, and tighten more around his cock.

He chuckled while groaning "F-fuck~ You like hearing that you little slut? Agh~ Your just my cum dumpster aren't you? F-fucking s-shit! Your trying to drain all of my cum aren't ya? AH~! Heh not like I'm complaining.. not one bit!"

You turned him on so much that you could see a bulge poking out on your stomach, created by his hard dick. You loved how desperate he was to be inside you, how he wanted to claim you so badly.

With one final, deep thrust, he cums inside your gummy walls, allowing you to cum on his cock. His head fell back with his mouth agape, eyebrows furrowed, and a loud whimper to escape.

Before he could finish cumming, he pulled out and stroke his cock with his hand to cum on your stomach. Seeing your whole body quiver from your orgasm made him able to cum more.

Both of you were now catching your breaths. After what felt like a minute and finally being able to breath normally.

Chuuya touched the cum he left on your stomach and brought it to your mouth, sticking his fingers inside it. You could taste his bitter cum on your tongue as you sucked on his fingers.

He smirks "Such a good little slut~ Cleaning the mess you made me do." He chuckles in amusement

"God, your so sexy. You make me want to go another round"

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Atsushi, Dazai, and Chuuya with an s/o who has a thread manipulation ability?

Atsushi

“What are you doing?” Atsushi asked as he saw [Y/N] in the breakroom. Their hand waving over what looked like a cape.

“Oh, this is Ranpo-sama’s. He asked me to fix it for him.” The holes in the fabric stitching together like new from their ability, Ties that Bind. “It got nicked on the last mission he went on and he’s been upset about it ever since.”

Atsushi smiled. “It’s nice of you to fix it for him.”

“It’s really no trouble.” Invisible threads spread out from [Y/N]’s back, almost like wings, to pick up some tea & biscuits on the counter and place them on the table. “A thing like this is nothing.”

Atsushi continued to smile. “I wish I had a more useful ability like this. Mine just seems to have the power to destroy.” At least that was how he felt sometimes.

“Don’t say that Atsushi, your powers provide you with the ability to protect.” [Y/N] told them, as they poured the tea themselves with their own two hands. “Every ability has its pros & cons. I won’t say that I’ve used my ability for the best purpose all the time.”

Atsushi never asks them about how they use their ability on missions. They don’t go together often, but he knows enough that the ‘pros & cons’ they are talking about usually means people get killed. “Don’t say that your abilities aren’t useful though.”

He smiled again and sat down at the table, in front of his poured tea. “Ok. I won’t.” He promised. Enjoying the rest of the afternoon with [Y/N].

Chuuya

Chuuya growled as his opponent mocked him again. “What’s the matter Port Mafia-san? Can’t hit a target you can’t catch?”

This guy, this idiot, had the ability to teleport anywhere he chose. Chuuya figured it must be short range, or at least an area in sight, since he hadn’t left the building yet. But it was just getting really annoying because he could catch him if he just brought the whole building down! But apparently he wasn’t allowed to do that….anymore.

���You Port Mafia goons are all brawn and no brains! You need to get up pretty early in the morning to get one past Monsieur--!” The idiot stopped talking, cutting off what Chuuya had to assume was an annoying introduction, when his arm was suddenly caught in a mass of silvery string.

“My, my, so loud…” The annoying man looked alarmed as he saw [Y/N] come out of the shadows. He wanted to tell him that he should be alarmed. But he had been so annoying that Chuuya didn’t want to help him. “You know my mother always told me that people who just keep talking, usually have nothing of value to add to the conversation at all.”

The annoying man smirked at their reply. “Nothing of value, eh? We’ll see about that!”

He teleported again. Trying to come up behind [Y/N] for some alleged clever attack, but found himself caught in another bundle of threads. When [Y/N] cooly looked over their shoulder at him, the idiot became visibly scared and teleported again. This time away, but again in another mass of threads.

This continued over & over with the idiot trying to teleport out of his situation. Panic and fear apparently making it impossible that he had already fallen into [Y/N]’s literal web. The more he tried to get out the worse it became. Until all that was left was a silvery white mask of threads, suspended in mid air by their attachments, and the idiots muffled screams.

“I could have had him.” Chuuya remarked when it was all over.

“I know you could have dear.” [Y/N] cooed. Trying to soothe his pout. “But, leadership is so stingy against property damage these days. This way is much easier.”

They linked arms with Chuuya and walked out with him. An associate team already there to collect. “Don’t let that idiot get out!” He ordered them. “Let him rot in there for all I care.”

“That’s my big strong guy!”

Dazai

Dazai wheezed as he came out of the river. His left arm still handcuffed, but broken off from his right, giving him the opportunity to push his wet hair out of his eyes. ‘Damnit’ He thought. ‘Failed again. I was sure the barrel trick would have worked this time.’

“Have a nice little sail?” Dazai looked up the bank to see [Y/N] standing there. Pristine and infatuating as ever, but with that icky face they made when he tried one of these stunts. “Did you at least ask the shopkeeper this time before you stole his barrel?”

“He didn’t seem to mind.” Dazai replied as he walked up the bank. Sore, but alive. Like he hadn’t been punished enough for being alive. “I take it this is you then? My plan was surely fool proof this time.”

“Then it obviously wouldn’t work since you are a fool.”

They were avoiding the question, which gave Dazai all the information he needed to know. Of course it had been them.

Ties that Bind. A thread manipulation technique that had incredible defensive and offensive capabilities. Virtually limitless from distance. Practically indestructible bindings. And one other very special technique.

‘Threads’ were not only bestowed upon [Y/N] in the literal sense. They were also metaphorical. Through their ability they could connect and manipulate the secret threads of life between people for their own gain. Relationships. Consciousness. Memories. And yes, even, the intangible thread of life force. If they put their mind to it.

“Why won’t you just let me die?” Dazai asked them. He wasn’t begging. He was still too proud to beg for death. “It must be a terrible drain keeping my thread intact all this time.”

“Don’t act all pious by pretending it would be my benefit to let you die. If I can stop your idiocy, for as long as I can, I will.” They turned to walk away, and of course Dazai followed. He’d already tried to kill himself once today. He didn’t like a double show. “Where would I be without you, Dazai? You just plan to leave me alone?”

“I offered to have you come with me, but you refused.” He replied. Shrugging his shoulders like he’d asked them to come with him to a café, not the other side. “I even offered to let you choose how. Or to use your ability. Being bound together for all eternity by your invisible threads sounds like a wonderful way to go!”

[Y/N] hmphed. “I don’t want to die like you Dazai. I know I can’t stop it forever. But I don’t want to speed it along.”

The tall brunette shrugged at that. Respecting their decision. “I suppose, for now, I can’t either. With you keeping my thread whole, I guess I’ll have to stick around longer.”

“Is it really that horrible living Dazai?”

He wanted to tell them yes but…when he looked into their eyes, all he could think of was, “no. I guess not horrible.”

[silawastaken]

I love seeing people compare music to their favourite characters and go like 'oh yeah this verse might be this character... and then this one is the other one... and then this little bit here is them both honestly. Or something like that' because I HAVE gone through every taylor swift song on evermore and folklore and compared it to skk. Sorry to be autistic on the writing account, but this is a fanfic writing account and I'm writing my second novel length fic about them so what did you expect.

folklore/evermore are very canon skk, and verge into fanon and some songs are the reason for very specific head canons, or some of the ways I write the way they perceive each other. 1989... DON'T GET ME STARTED OMFG HAVE YOU EVER LISTENED TO BLANK SPACE? I THINK IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO NOT HAVE AND OMG IT'S SO SKK CODED LIKE WTF. I HAVE VERY FIRM OPINIONS ABOUT WHICH LYRICS ARE THEIRS. Also the vault tracks literally exist what more do you want from me. 'i think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting' okay dazai pack it up you did that already, beast exists. 'i call my mom sister she said that it was for the best remind myself the more i gave you'd want me less' yeah yeah chuuya we know he left you get over it, it wasn't personal(think that line could go for either of them but the other line 'the way you faded till i left' feels more Dazai personally). Plus suburban legends. For personal reasons I struggle to listen to song without SPIRALING FUCK YOU THAT ONE PERSON SEHDHSSJNS but very skk as well 'we were born to be national treasures' is very soulmates of them. And out of the woods screams them in fanfic when they try to get better. Red, straight away all too well. They both remember it all too well. All too well skk cover with switching vocals anyone? The last time. The one with gary lightbody. Underrated song, is my favourite on that album, and SO THEM. 'this is the last time you tell me ive got it wrong, this is the last time i wont hurt you anymore' because they're fated to be together and are constantly drawn to each other and yet keep HURTING EACH OTHER RAGH. also 'we are never getting back together' is pretty funny and nice when applied to them. also state of grace. any taylor song with a mild drop of religious imagery is them cause yeah. but 'i never saw you coming, and I'll never be the same'... okay pack it up, we don't have time for your yearning. 'you were never a saint' (dazai abt chuuya) 'and i loved in shades of wrong' (bc hes toxic and doesnt know how to healthily like people) 'we learned to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts' (bc they continue anyway and stick it out, living with the pain of being bad for each other because of how deeply they care). I almost do. Dazai after leaving. moving on to more religion, holy ground. 'for the first time i had something to lose' 'and i guess we fell apart in the usual way, and the storys got dust on every page' AAAAAA IT'S THEM. Can't really speak on debut- but I've listened to our song and picture to burn and if picture to burn isn't a vengeful chuuya idk what is. BOY OH BOY SPEAK NOW.

excuse me. one moment.

Mine- literally a skk au

Sparks fly- 'the way you move is like a rainstorm and im a house full of cards, you're the kind of reckless that should send me running' that entire verse screams dazai's fascination with corrupted chuuya, and the whole song is well yeah

back to december- dazai when they reunite just trust me on it just trust me on it. the repetition was intentional, that's how serious i am. 'i go back to december all the time' 'I got back to december to make it all right'

speak now- might just be me but it really makes me think of teen skk in fanfic harbouring urges to ruin the others relationship for 'some reason. I don't know, seeing him with her just... irks me'.

the story of us- first verse is chuuya, second verse is dazai, and the third is them both because they're LOSERS and they LOVE EACH OTHER and FUCK I'm CRYING NOW. 'id tell you i miss you but i don't know how' EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BASTARD.

enchanted- self explanatory. for more context, i really think it's from dazai's pov in this case, could probably be both, but dazai fell first and harder so it's really like god he's been in love ever since he got kicked into that wall he wants him around forever. He held Chuuya's hand in the fight with rimbaud and then had all those close moments in the manga and went home to lie on his bed kicking his feet and giggling don't lie. (god im still crying this isn't helping)

better than revenge- they're both pretty vengeful idk it makes me think of iwsynttr for some reason

haunted- chuuya pov. 'i thought i had you figured out, something's gone terribly wrong' 'stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had' they're so sad, but the general idea of chuuya thinking he has figured out dazai and knowing how he thinks and then dazai just leaves suddenly and he's like 'Wow! I thought i knew you. How do i forget this'. 'wont finish what you started' bringing chuuya into the mafia then leaving it.

last kiss- 'you told me you love me so why did you go away' chuuya pov again oh god it hurts why am i doing this to myself? 'never imagined we'd end like this, your name, forever the name on my lips' yep yep ow.

LONG LIVE.- LISTEN. TO. THE. SONG. AND TELL ME IT'S NOT DAZAI AND CHUUYA. I COULD DO A WHOLE ANALYSIS ON JUST THIS SONG. 'promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye...please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine, long live the walls we crashed through, i had the time of my life with you' FUCK IT'S DAZAI AN HE'S IN LOVE WITH CHUUYA AND DOESNT KNOW ODAS GONNA DIE YET, JUST THINKS HE DOESNT GET TO KEEP ANYTHING HE WANTS. FUUUUUCK. THEY'RE IN LOVE AND DAZAI WANTS IT REMEMBERED PLEASE I'M SO SAD.

anyway, i can't pretend I'm normal about skk anymore i haven't even covered fearless, reputation, lover or midnights please somebody encourage me to actually write full things dedicated to each album and the most fitting songs from said albums please i'll do it and plus i need to actually gather proof for my autism diagnosis appointment so this would be a good way to to that probably. anyway yeah this'll never make it out my drafts lol

[cowboylikesubai]

bsd characters as taylor swift lyrics pt.1

lemme know if they were accurate 😚

atushi:

i've been the archer / i've been the prey... / who could ever leave me darling? / but who could stay-?

akutagawa:

and now that i'm grown, i'm scared of ghosts/ memories feel like weapons / and now that i know, i wish you left me wondering

i can't let this go/ i fight with you in my sleep the wound won't close/ stained glass windows in my mind/ i regret you all the time...

chuuya:

and I can go anywhere I want / anywhere I want, just not home / and you can aim for my heart, go for blood / but you would still miss me in your bones

dazai:

i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i'll watch as you're leaving/ cause you got tired of my scheming/ it's me, hi, i'm the problems it's me

kunikida:

you're not my homeland anymore / so what am I defending now? / you were my town / now I'm in exile, seein' you out / i think I've seen this film before

kyoka:

from sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes / i gave my blood sweat and tears for this

i looked around in a blood-soaked gown and i saw something they can't take away / cause there were pages turned when the bridges burned

kenji:

cause he was sunshine i was midnight rain / he wanted it comfortable i wanted that pain / he wanted a bride i was making my own name, chasing that fame / he stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight rain

^^^the manga readers know what i'm on about lol

yosano:

dear john, i see it all now that you're gone.../ don't you think ninenteen's (eleven) too young to be played by your dark twisted games / when i loved you so?

ranpo:

power went to my head and I couldn't stop / ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off / and here I sit alone behind walls of regret / falling down like promises that I never kept

and I feel like my castle's crumbling down / and I watch all my bridges burn to the ground / and you don't want to know me, I will just let you down / you don't wanna know me now

tanazaki:

they told me all of my cages were mental / so I got wasted like all my potential / and my words shoot to kill when I'm mad / i have a lot of regrets about that

koyo:

ladies always rise above / ladies know what people want / someone sweet and kind and fun / the lady simply had enough..../ while he was doing lines, and crossing all of mine / someone told his white collar crimes...to the FBI

higuchi:

and they called off the circus, burned the disco down / when they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns / I'm still on that tightrope / I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me

gin:

now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon / with your boots beneath my bed / forever is the sweetest con.

tachihara:

i never trust a narcissist / but they love me / so I play 'em like a violin and I make it look oh so easy / 'cause for every lie I tell them / they tell me three

^^ again, iykyk

fukuzawa:

cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped-up jeans got to rule the world / long live all the walls we crashed through / i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you / and bring on all the pretenders / one day, we will be remembered.

should i do a part 2???

[imagineanime2022]

Little Lady

Chuya Nakahara X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1757

Requested: Anon

Request: Original Request

There was no one else around, it was late and the woman was now being followed by a group of men, she didn’t know what they wanted from her but it was only a matter of time before they got physical. “Hey! Stop running, there's nowhere for you to go!” One of them called out but she didn’t stop and that was when they all seemed to move forward in sync attempting to grab her and she screamed, the men closest to her fell to the floor unconscious and the others were flung back by the force as she fell to the floor. Someone touched her shoulder gently and she flinched as she moved away from them. “Hey it’s okay, we’re from the ADA, we’re just here to help.” The man said, as she looked at the two men behind her she realised that they were from the ADA, she had heard of them before but they both seemed shocked as she looked at them. “Come on, we have somewhere that you can stay until the morning.” “Will I be able to talk to you in the morning?” She asked. “Of course.” The man answered.

The next morning after introductions were done a meeting was held to make sure that everyone had the same information “This woman is Hibiki, she was hired to look for someone’s brother, during this investigation she found connections between his disappearance and the recent murders, the ones that we have been investigating.” Kunikida explained. “Why not go to the police with this information?” Junichiro asked as he looked at her. “I did but they pointed me in the direction of you, I just didn’t expect to be attacked before I was able to talk to all of you.” Hibiki answered. “That’s why I am asking you to protect me, while I do my work, I don’t want you to do my work for me just protect me while I finish mine.” They all looked between each other, seeming to be gauging all of their reactions, trust and want to take on the request but only one of them spoke. “Did you work for the police?” Dazai asked. “For about 2 years.” She nodded. “Well you’ve really capture my attention, what are your thoughts on a double suicide?” Dazai asked, the others could see how uncomfortable she was getting, Kunikida stepped forward smacking him in the back of his head with his book before starting to lecture him on how to properly treat a woman. “Is this normal?” You asked. “Very.” Atsushi answered, waiting for the interaction to end.

Mori had called a meeting with his executives, the ones he wanted involved in this new plan “there are rumours of a cult in Yokohama, a woman that is brainwashing people and when that doesn’t work killing them to keep the secret.” Mori explained “what do you know about this?” “I’ve heard a few rumours, nothing that would be worth pursuing.” Koyo admitted. “It’s the same for me, nothing that can be pursued.” Chuya confirmed, Mori’s eyes moved to you standing quietly and keeping to yourself, he could see that there was something going through your head. “(Y/N)?” He asked. “Sorry, one of my men reported something that sounded similar while they were selling weapons but nothing more than a disturbance.” You answered and he nodded. “Well lucky for all of you the ADA have been busy bees again and they have someone that I think we can use.” Mori said. “Who?” Chuya asked. “A woman called Hibiki. She’ll be the perfect bait.” Mori decided. “So you want to go to war with the ADA?” Chuya asked. “No we’ll start with kidnapping the woman, if they want a war then we will deal with it afterwards.” Mori waved them off. “Akutaawa has already gone to get her, he should be back soon.”

Akutagawa should have known that this wouldn’t have been straightforward, it was the ADA after all but this fight was becoming tedious after knocking out the doctor, the illusionist and the ideal man, he was sick of fighting but of all of the men still standing, the weretiger was going to be the most annoying “what does the mafia want with her?” Atsushi asked. “None of your business were-tiger.” He answered as he knocked him away for what seemed like the 100th time, Atsushi was predictable and Akutagawa was getting tired of the fighting, he aimed Rashumon at one of the unconscious members “give me the girl or I’ll kill every person who can’t defend themselves.” “You can’t do that!” Atsushi yelled, Akutagawa rolled his eyes as Rashumon slashed straight across the tiger's face. “I can do whatever I want, are you going to stop me Tiger?” He asked before anyone could answer if there was a sharp noise that sent Akutagawa flying, they all looked back to find Hibiki standing in front of Kunikida. “That power…” Kunikida muttered as he pushed himself into a sitting position. “My ability means that my voice can break anything, I don’t like using it, I actually hate it.” She explained. “Why?” Kunikida asked. “It’s easy to lose control of it, you saw it last night, I’ve accidentally hurt people because I’ve lost control.” She admitted. “We’ll help you.” Kunikida said. “If we can get through this.” She agreed. “Akatugawa failed to bring the Hibiki back.” Mori said as he looked at you. “So you are going to go and get her.” “Me?” You asked “do you want me to take Chuya or Koyo?” You asked. “No just you.” Mori answered. “Are you sure?” You asked. “You are more than capable.” He said as he pointed to the door “bring back that woman.”

It had been three weeks since Akutagawa attacked the ADA, Hibiki had gotten very close to Kunikida, Dazai had been watching her closely, however today was the day everything was about to change again, Niaomi had the black envelope and she was the one that opened it.

Bring Hibiki to the dock on the east side of Yokohama, anytime within the next three days otherwise we will come to take her.

Niaomi called everyone over to read the note and she all gathered “who sent it?” Junichiro asked. “It doesn’t say.” Niaomi answered. “It must be some kind of trick.” Kunikida muttered as he looked at the letter. “No I don’t think so, given the fact that Akutagawa was here only 5 weeks ago it would be easy to say that this is the mafia’s doing.” Ranpo said as he looked at the letter before picking it up. “This message is short, there's no threats or orders, it’s written like an invitation, they are confident in what they are going to do, whoever sent this is dangerous or reckless.” The room descended into chaos. “I know who sent this.” Dazai said as he leaned forward his elbow rested on the desk he was sitting behind “(Y/N).” “The guy from the mafia?” Kunikida asked. “She’s not just some guy, first off she’s a girl, she and executive, I saw her on mission before she always sent a message like that, to give the victim the choice to choose their fate but know that once she told to get you, she’ll hunt you like a bloodhound, she gets every person that she’s told to.” Dazai explained as he looked at the door “so I hope you’re good at running if you don’t intend on answering that.” “You're just going to let her have me? Please don’t let her take me.” Hibiki cried. “I won’t let her take you, I'll protect you.” Kunikida said. “Will you?” Dazai asked as Atsushi stood sensing the incoming argument, he stood between the two. “Let’s all just think about this, we know that the Mafia is persistent, so we aren’t going to get away from them, let’s make a plan.” Atsushi suggested. “If you're going to fight her, then do it head on, be honest or be angry but do not lie to her, you will lose if you do.” Dazai said before he stood up “oh and she hates the police so maybe keep your past occupation a secret if she doesn’t already know.” “Wait-” “There was a time when we were younger, the police tried to get to her a few times and when they were honest she often gave them what they wanted but most of the time they were trying to trick her and she killed them mercilessly and that was when we were younger, she’s had time to perfect her methods and honestly I was wary of her then, it would be smart for us to be scared of her now.” Dazai finally said before leaving.

We will not be handing over Hibiki and we will not let you take her, if you come to your office ready to fight then we will fight you, we intend to protect her no matter what.

“What are you going to do now?” Chuya asked from his place leaning against your desk, you looked at the letter and sighed. “They still have time to change their mind.” You shrugged. “You think that they are going to change their mind?” Chuya asked. “(Y/N).” Koyo called as she walked into the office, both of them looking over at her “have you taken Hibiki yet?” “No.” You answered. “Good, give me some time, I would like to investigate her further first.” She said. “Investigate her?” Chuya asked. “There’s something wrong with all of this, we don’t know anything about her, if Mori wants to take her that’s fine but I would like to know a little more about her incase we need the information.” Koyo explained. “That’s fine, it seems that the ADA wants to play a little while, so I’ll keep them busy while you look, let me know when you're done so I can finish this.” You said and she nodded before turning to leave your office as you relaxed back in your chair. “How long before he shows up?” Chuya asked. “Dazai?” You asked. “A while yet, he’ll want to see the hunt. If Koyo is suspicious of that girl then he is too and he’ll find out what she’s hiding before deciding whether he’s going to help or hurt her chances.” “You think too highly of him.” Chuya muttered before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Remember to get some rest.” but you both knew that you wouldn’t be doing that.

Request Here!!

[rainbowsalt0412]

Osamu Dazai And The Dark Era - Epilogue

The conflict came to an end, and the city returned to normal. On the surface, the city was no different from before. The economy was good, people woke up and went to sleep, and the bustling days and violent nights continued on. Society and its underbelly appeared unchanged.

***

A light propeller aircraft glided through the skies over the coastline. There were only a few people on board.

"We'll be arriving at our destination for the next mission in about an hour," a young man in a suit said from the passenger seat.

"All right."

In the reclining chair by the window sat a man with round glasses. In his hands were a few pieces of paper that he was diligently staring at.

"...Agent Sakaguchi, is that a picture of the next target?" the young man in the suit asked.

Ango, the man with round glasses, stuffed the picture away in his jacket pocket in a fluster so that his colleague wouldn't see.

"No, it's nothing. Just a personal photo of mine."

After putting the picture away, Ango turned his gaze to the world outside the window, wistfully looking down at the city below.

***

Several shadows sprinted through the Yokohama Settlement's underground aqueduct. Three Mimic stragglers had escaped to the dark channels. They survived because they had not been on the front lines during the battle at the Western-style building.

A dark cloth stretched out like a blade from behind and sliced one of the soldiers in half. The other two turned around and unloaded their submachine guns. Gunfire lit up the aqueduct, cutting through the darkness.

"...That won't work against me."

A boy in an overcoat appeared behind them. His black coat danced through the narrow passageway as if it were alive, tearing up the remaining soldiers one after another.

"I need to get stronger—I must reach greater heights! Until he recognizes me, I will lose to neither military soldiers, nor guns, nor even skill users! I will lose to no one! So take a good look! Behold!" Akutagawa shouted as he sped up the dance of death. His woeful screams were absorbed into the Yokohama night.

***

In the middle of a verdant mountain trail atop a hill overlooking Yokohama was a cemetery with a view of the ocean. There were many new graves lined up—among them a small white burial marker without a name.

Dazai stood before the burial marker, dressed in black mourning clothes and holding a bouquet of white flowers.

"......"

He squinted as the strong sea breeze suddenly gusted past. The white flowers fluttered in the wind.

"I'll leave this photo here."

He took out a picture and placed it before the burial marker. Frozen in time were the smiles of those three men.

"I really wish you could've tried that hard tofu I made..."

Dazai closed his eyes, then stood absolutely still, rooted to the spot.

***

The blue Mafia headquarters building towered over the center of Yokohama's most prime real estate. On the top floor of the building was an office. Ougai sat at his desk, resting his chin on his hand.

"'Nihil admirari—help the man mentioned above without hesitation in the face of any and all trials'... Hmph."

Numerous documents were scattered over his desk—loss reports of Mafia-ruled territory. On top of the clutter was the Silver Oracle that Ougai had once written. It had been recovered from the Western-style building after the conflict had ceased.

He listlessly picked up the document and stared at it. The subordinate standing to his side spoke up.

"Boss, it has already been two weeks since our executive Dazai went missing. We should probably gather all the executives for a meeting to decide his successor..."

"Yes... I suppose so," Ougai replied indifferently while creasing the document in his hands. "We won't have a meeting. I'm going to leave Dazai's spot open."

Ougai stared at the scattered reports on his desk. The organization had received an item of great value, something that more than made up for the total pecuniary damage and loss of talented subordinates. That included Dazai's disappearance as well. Logically speaking, the results couldn't have been better. Everything was going according to plan.

Ougai folded the document into a misshapen paper airplane. Then, with his chin still resting on his hand, he threw it. The deformed plane almost immediately crashed into the floor.

"Things sure are going to get boring around here..."

***

Colorful electric signs lighted the streets of Yokohama's entertainment district. The area was always bustling with people even through the dead of night.

Inside a certain pub that had an orange lantern hanging out front, there sat a large man with white hair, completely alone.

It was a popular pub for cheap drinks. The man drank out of a sake cup with a sour expression.

"I can't believe the top dog from the Home Affairs Ministry is drinking alone at a cheap pub like this... Must be lonely, Chief Taneda."

Taneda looked up in surprise to find a young man sitting across from him.

"You're—"

"Allow me to pour you a drink."

The cheerful gentleman, Dazai, tilted the sake bottle and poured the chief some alcohol. After knocking it back in one gulp, Taneda shot Dazai a sharp glance.

"I've seen your face in our reports more times than I can count. You're a regular on the blacklist... So how'd you know I was here?"

"I can figure out most things if I look into them." Dazai beamed with a shrug.

"You're supposed to be missing... What brings you here?"

"I'm looking for a new job. Do you have any recommendations?"

Chief Taneda stared at Dazai in shock, but Dazai just innocently grinned.

"I find that hard to believe. There's a long list of things I'd like to ask you..." Taneda scratched his chin with a finger. "Are you interested in the Special Division for Unusual Powers? If that's the case—"

"You'd lose your job if I did that." Dazai wryly smirked. "I don't like places with lots of rules."

"Then what kind of job are you looking for?"

"One where I can help people," Dazai replied without a moment's delay. Chief Taneda crossed his arms and stared at Dazai in silence.

"Your record is too filthy. You'd need to lie low underground for a good two years to clean up. But, well...first, how about you answer a few questions? I've got an idea that could work."

"I'm listening."

"It's an armed agency made up of skill users. It's kind of a legal gray area, but they take on and solve troublesome tasks that the military and city police can't. Their president is a sensible guy. It might be just what you're looking for."

Dazai nodded before closing his eyes as if he was contemplating something important. He opened his eyes again, full of determination, and asked:

"What's the name of the organization?"

"Their name? The company's name is..."

***

[intheticklecloset]

You Can Follow If You Want (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Primary Universe

Summary: A chance meeting between Akutagawa and Atsushi leads to an awkward evening spent together and an opportunity for Atsushi to put some of Dazai's intel to the test.

A/N: MORE SHIN SOUKOKU I LOVE THESE BOYS <3 <3

I'm kind of gradually building up a storyline here, so this particular fic is more character interaction than actual tickles, but Akutagawa definitely gets his tickles, don't worry! And I plan to write much more in the future. >:)

Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,135

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Akutagawa had dimples.

That was the only thing Atsushi could focus on as he sat on top of his rival, fingers deep in his ribs, drawing out the loudest, shriekiest laughter he’d ever heard in his life from the last man on Earth he ever thought he’d hear it from.

“Weretiger!” the Port Mafia member screamed, thrashing uselessly on the ground, head tipped back as throes of laughter flew past his lips. “I’ll kill you!”

Perhaps a bit of context would be helpful.

Over a month ago, Dazai had secretly arranged for Akutagawa and Atsushi to meet in a secluded location so that the former could take out some of his frustration on the latter without actually hurting or killing him. What had started as a standard skirmish had turned into a one-sided tickle attack that left Atsushi pleading for mercy but also – strangely – happier than he’d felt in a long time. Of course, he’d gotten after Dazai for what he’d done and Akutagawa had warned him not to waste his time like that again, but then Atsushi’s boss offered him an apology by way of information.

Akutagawa, he told Atsushi, was excruciatingly ticklish himself. That was the exact word Dazai used. Excruciating. Atsushi stored the information away but was positive he’d never use it unless he was ready to die, but then…

“Can I not walk the streets of Yokohama without running into you of all pathetic creatures?” Akutagawa snapped, startling Atsushi into whirling around. He’d had no idea the man was even behind him.

“I’m sorry we both live here,” Atsushi replied with a frown. “But you know, you could have just walked away if you hated to see me that much. I wouldn’t have known.”

“If I have to suffer from your presence, you should have to suffer from mine.”

Atsushi scowled but kept his mouth shut.

Akutagawa glanced at his grocery bag. “Business?”

“Do you really care?” The weretiger grumbled, but seeing his rival’s cold stare, he sighed. “No, I’m running some personal errands since I have the afternoon off. What are you doing here? You out on business?”

“I am doing nothing at all. That is how a day off should be spent.”

“Uh-huh.” So he had some time on his hands, too. Atsushi glanced at his bag, then toward the direction he’d been walking, then back at Akutagawa. Despite their differences and their bickering and fighting, Dazai really was trying to get the two of them to be friends. Or at least…not at each other’s throats all the time. Atsushi decided to take inspiration from that as he asked, “Do you, uh…do you like ice cream?”

Akutagawa stared at him. “What?”

“It’s not a hard question. Jeez.”

“Why are you asking it?”

Atsushi took a breath. “Because I was on my way to an ice cream parlor to cool off. I’m just asking if you want to come with me. That’s all.”

Akutagawa looked like no one had ever asked him if he wanted ice cream before in his entire life and he wasn’t sure how to process it.

“Well, I’m going,” Atsushi said, turning. “You can follow if you want. If not, I’m sure I’ll fight you later.”

He was several steps away and positive he wouldn’t see the man again until they were beating each other to a pulp, but to his immense surprise, Akutagawa entered his periphery, walking along beside him with a scowl.

Well. There was that.

An hour later they’d finished cooling off and headed back outside, silently making their way back to their respective organizations along the same path until their ways would inevitably split. Their ice cream outing had been awkward, to say the least. There hadn’t been much talking, but Atsushi had learned that apparently Akutagawa was a chocolate guy.

“I hate you,” the Port Mafia member said now as they walked.

Atsushi glanced at him, a little thrown by the comment but not surprised by it. “Yes, I know.”

“For years I struggled to gain Dazai’s attention and affection, yet you walked into his life and snatched it all up as if it were nothing. I hate you for that.”

Dazai’s affection? “It’s not like I was trying to take that from you. I didn’t even know you yet.”

“And here we are now, walking home together as if we’re friends because Dazai seems to think we should be.” Akutagawa glanced at Atsushi and raised a challenging brow. “Am I not correct?”

“I mean…yeah, that is why I invited you out, I guess.”

“Ludicrous.”

Atsushi sighed. “Are you trying to build up to a fight? Because I have no problem with just going into some back alley and duking it out if it’ll help you feel better.”

“Feel better?” The dark-haired man’s eyes went wild and he grabbed Atsushi by the tie, making him stumble forward. “Nothing will make me feel better. Dazai has made his choice, and it’s not me. That is why I must kill you.”

Atsushi knew they were attracting some stares at this point, but trying to resist would only make Akutagawa angrier, so he didn’t move. “If you want his…affection so much, why don’t you switch sides? Join the Agency?”

“That was poor word choice on my part.” Akutagawa shoved him away, turning his back to him. “Never mind, weretiger. The point is, I hate you. You will die by my hand. I swear it.”

Atsushi glanced around them and noticed a small park nearby with no one in it, and before he could think twice about it, he snatched Akutagawa by the shirt front and started dragging him towards it, ignoring his protests.

Once there, he dropped his grocery bag on the grass. It was more open and far less crowded; almost no one was about in this part of town, so they had relative privacy. “Come at me.”

“Excuse me?”

“You want to fight me, don’t you? Go ahead.”

The dark-haired man shoved his hands in his pockets. “If I’d wanted to fight you, I’d have initiated contact that way rather than saying hello earlier.”

“You call getting after me for being in a public space a ‘hello’?”

Akutagawa didn’t reply. The detective didn’t know what to do. All he knew was that the man before him was clearly bothered, or he wouldn’t have spoken to him the way he did just now. There was tension between them as always, but this time it felt different. More open. More vulnerable, somehow. Something had to give; some kind of steam had to be blown off. But how?

Without another word, Atsushi crouched onto the ground and shifted his legs into their tiger form, making them faster and more powerful, ready to spring forward at a moment’s notice.

Akutagawa’s brows lifted in the tiniest hint of surprise. “You plan to do battle with me in a public setting? I didn’t think you had it in you, weretiger.”

“I don’t think this will take long,” Atsushi told him, and lunged.

Rashomon blocked his initial attacks, but fighting against the Port Mafia on the regular had helped Atsushi learn and adapt to some things quicker than before. He shifted his left hand into a tiger’s paw, slicing through the ribbons of Akutagawa’s ability like paper, and finally tackled the man down to the ground, pinning him there.

Akutagawa glared up at him. “Now what? Do you intend to cut me down, or did you merely wish to feel powerful against me for a moment of time?”

Atsushi bared his teeth before realizing himself and covering up with his still-human right hand, but the dark-haired man only smirked, seeming to find his feral display amusing.

He’d been smirked at by Akutagawa so many times he couldn’t even count anymore. But something about seeing yet another one in that moment, after all that buildup, after they’d just gone to get ice cream together…to Atsushi, it was less of a haughty gesture and more of a hint of what could be hiding underneath if he found the courage to dig a little deeper.

Excruciating.

“I’m sorry about this,” Atsushi said, but he suddenly found he had to know. He wanted to know. How bad was it, really?

Akutagawa looked confused for a split second before Atsushi’s hand found his side and squeezed. Then his eyes flew open wide and a shriek split the air between them, a spasm shooting through his body out of his control. All of a sudden, the Port Mafia’s Hellhound didn’t look like the usual angry, bloodthirsty enemy Atsushi had come to know this past year.

“Weretiger,” he said in a strained whisper, “get off of me. Now.”

Instead, Atsushi squeezed his side again, fingers digging into the soft flesh repeatedly, and Akutagawa’s face split into the biggest smile he’d ever seen.

And he had dimples.

“Holy crap,” Atsushi marveled, still pinning him down, still tickling softly. “Dazai was right.”

At the sound of his former mentor’s name, Akutagawa growled. “Dazai.”

The weretiger quickly began scribbling all over, testing his sides and stomach and ribs, watching in astonishment as his rival crumbled beneath him like a Jenga tower tipping over, his beaming smile giving way to soft, reluctant giggles and eventually actual, honest-to-god laughter that was deep and raspy and – Atsushi realized with a start – addicting.

“Stohohop!” the dark-haired man managed, squirming uselessly beneath the weight of Atsushi’s heightened strength, gripping his arms so hard it was starting to hurt. “Weretiger, relehehehease me at once!”

Atsushi hesitated. Part of him knew he probably should stop; this had to be embarrassing for a man like Akutagawa, but at the same time, he wanted to know if he could make him plead like this, even just a little.

He traveled back to his ribs and dug in with a little more fervor, and suddenly Akutagawa was throwing his head back, laughter exploding out of him louder than ever before, a few shrieks breaking up the cascade of hysteria.

“Weretiger!” the Port Mafia member screamed. “I’ll kill you!”

And that – Atsushi knew, without a doubt – was his cue to let him go.

Akutagawa sucked in a huge gulp of air and summoned Rashomon to force Atsushi away from him, having regained enough thought process to focus on using his ability. He rolled over and coughed into the grass, then lifted his head to glare at the detective.

Well, I’m dead, Atsushi thought.

“You,” Akutagawa snarled, lunging forward to grab him by the throat with his bare hands. “I should rip you to shreds right here and now.”

Atsushi stiffened and grasped his wrists defensively, prepared to fight. He saw the wild, angry look in his rival’s eyes and gulped nervously, but the longer he looked, the more he saw something else, too. Something more vulnerable yet again.

“W-Why don’t you?” he asked. He couldn’t help it.

“Because I will not be the first to break my word.”

“You know…you’re the one who told me not to apologize for reacting. You said it was only natural.”

Akutagawa squeezed his throat harder for just a moment, making him gasp, making him hurry his words.

“I won’t tell,” Atsushi promised. “Dazai told me, but I won’t tell anyone else. I swear.”

“I know.” The darker man loosened his grip slightly, but his glare didn’t lose any of its vigor. “Why did you do it? First ice cream, then…this. Why, weretiger? What are you trying to do?”

Atsushi let himself relax. “Nothing. Really. Just…trying not to kill you, and trying not to die, I guess. The ice cream was good, wasn’t it?”

“Shut up.”

“Can you take your hands off my throat?”

Akutagawa considered a moment. He retracted his hands and let Atsushi fall away from him. They regarded each other for a long time, sitting in the grass just a few feet away from one another.

“Not a word of this to anyone.”

“I promise.”

“And tell Dazai to quit sending you into these stupid situations. If he wants to see me humiliated so badly, he can do it himself.”

“Dazai didn’t send me today—” Atsushi was cut off by Akutagawa’s hand over his mouth. He blinked in surprise.

Akutagawa stared at him. “I hate you.”

At this, the weretiger couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled his head back so he could speak again. “Yes, I know, Akutagawa.” He got to his feet and went to retrieve his grocery bag. “The sun’s going down. Want to keep walking together, or are you sick of me today?”

“Did you not just hear me? I said I hate you. I’m sick of you all the time.”

“Well, I’m going.” Atsushi turned and gave him a tiny smile, feeling a strange truce settle between them in this moment. “You can follow if you want.”

[kachuuyaa]

hi! for your event, maybe dazai!reader x childe?

not sure if it was done or if the requests are still open, im quite confused–

also, congratulations! :D

a/n: now ik teyvat has to be prepared for this duo bc… (now dont blame me if the quality isn't as great i was in an angry mood when i wrote this)

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DAZAI!READER X CHILDE

Dying in Yokohama was not in your schedule, especially overestimating your own ability as the enemy managed to wipe you out-- wipe all of you out, to be precise. Before succumbing to your fate, you managed to catch a glimpse of an enraged Atsushi, and you let out a smile. You still can’t believe you died there. Well, at least, you earned what you had craved the most, however, there was a lingering feeling of despair as you woke up on the rocky ground. Was this the afterlife? Feeling a twinge of pain in your head, you concluded otherwise. Despite your longing for death, you can’t seem to get a true grasp of what it is after, can’t you? It left you wandering aimlessly for a few months before you picked yourself up to familiarize yourself with this strange atmosphere. So, it was really fate, was it not? A few years later left you with more information than needed, and, well, that didn’t make you change yourself. Albeit lonely, it was the same to you either way. You had made yourself known a few months back, both a sensation to those unwanted and wanted, as a mysterious yet eccentric fellow walked the streets of Fontaine, with a knack for suicide. All words from various people you’ve come across passed you off as unnatural and bizarre. Your words inlaced with peculiarity send the public in a trance, some never taking their eyes off of you. You were intoxicating, despite the numerous screams in their heads telling them to stop listening to you. But, alas, they can’t. You were too captivating, due to your mysteriousness and your mystifying aura, they couldn’t help but list you as one of their own instead of a danger to their nation. It was all part of your plan, anyway. It was predictable that they would follow through, as naive as this nation was. 

It was then when you traveled to the land of snow that was your presence unwanted, mostly due to the charms that came naturally as you spoke to the citizens. The Tsaritsa’s forces disliked it, however, they have also fallen victim to the facade you presented them. Some citizens have taken it upon themselves to report your inexplicable behavior and obsession regarding suicide with another, as you simply smiled and uttered a compliment back to them. Your teasing nature makes it hard to like you, as it was shown as you were held captive in the mines the Fatui had organized. As much as they wanted to report about how well the interrogation held against you had been going, their threats and their empty words directed at you never made you waver, as you sat there with a malignant smile on your face as you stared at your hands bounded by handcuffs. As soon as Childe stepped into the mines, he knew the aura was different, that they had captured an extraordinary person. Feeling giddy, he skipped to the room you were situated in. as he opened the door, he was greeted with unconscious bodies seemingly from the Fatui, blood splattered across the walls as you sat in your chair, hands no longer bounded to the cuffs they made you wear. He simply stood there, awaiting your statement, the intoxicating scent of iron filling his lungs. Instead, you ran over to him and asked him for his hand in a double suicide, to which he responded by grasping your hands even harder, uttering that you two should have a duel to the death instead. You laughed sardonically, shaking your head as you accepted his offer. 

It took weeks for him to persuade you to join the Fatui, despite the numerous beatings you gave him every time you two duel. So, due to his persistence, and a plan in your mind, you accepted. It goes without saying that the subordinates of the Harbingers feared your presence, more so if you had asked them for their hand in suicide with you. Despite your questionable behavior, you were insufferable. Just like Childe, however, without the lust for battle. As you strolled across the Zapolyarny palace with nasty looks from passersby, making you stick your tongue out in response. The reason for this-- is, well, obviously, your lazy and unproductive nature you retained back when you were still a detective. It was no lie that you were an important asset, however, with your carefree yet sinister aura, you were more than an enigma bestowed upon Teyvat (if you ever were actually from Teyvat, even they didn’t know). Most days, if you were with nobody and had nothing to do unless you decided not to do anything, you simply thought about Yokohama. Atsushi, Kunikida, Chuuya… where is that hatrack anyway? You were certain he’d die without you. It was only fair if they landed in a universe entirely different than what they lived in before, yet the thought that you all were distributed in another world, doomed to roam the foreign soil with remnants of your past life never pleased you. You just wanted to die and have a good afterlife. Seems that God never intended you to have anything peaceful, oh, well, might as well be good to him. 

You rose up the ranks quicker than any of the Harbingers could have ever imagined. Scaramouche, in particular, was in disdain for another Harbinger to be presented in their ranks. That didn’t bother you, as you stuck your tongue out and smiled at his infuriated reaction. He has a special face, one that you’d love to see darken and pissed. Reminds you of a certain redhead. Your bluntness and your smug nature didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the Harbingers, the Tsaritsa even had been taken back by your responses. Even when threatened by weapons, you did not flinch, simply staring at everybody around you with a smile dripping with honey and enthrallment, eyes swirling with Machiavellian intent, making it seem like daggers to those who you caught in your peripheral vision. It scared them, and it amused you. The topic in question was your power, despite your age, it seemed your skills had been better than average, maybe even better than an allogene. As they assessed your battle prowess, they saw a blue light emitting from your palm, and whatever attack they used against you with a power of a Vision, had been wiped. In a battle with you, they had to rely on physical prowess alone. It was confusing, the Harbingers befuddled at your abilities. That was when Dottore hypothesized your ability. A single smirk was what you responded with, showcasing the beauty of your ability that was called No Longer Human. A simple ability, yet the most terrifying one they have ever witnessed. It was from then on that were you were promoted to a Harbinger, and once the word has gone out, you were equally as terrifying as the Tsaritsa herself. Although, your head would be displayed if you ever said that out loud. 

Childe, witnessing your promotion, jogged over to you and begged for a spar. He hasn’t seen your ability once during your spar, so he opted to think that you were visionless. You accepted, with a calculating gaze thrown at him, and he gave it his all, telling you to use your weird ability. You did, and well, you won. You toyed with him for a while, like a puppet on strings, fit for your amusement and even if he knew, he never stopped. Although your pain was much more bold and effective, it was one more intoxicating. He never stopped, and if he wanted to, he can’t. Childe was simply a puppet for your amusement, the weapon of the Tsaritsa and the bane of the Harbingers (next to Scaramouche), yet to you, he knew you saw him as something more. You found his fondness for his family quite cute, yet it annoyed you at the very least. Once you were given an individual mission, you used Childe’s connections to weave your way through your plans and act it out. It was immoral, how you never found a problem with toying with anybody, yet it made you feel indifferent. Sympathy never came to you as quickly as malicious plans do, so why bother? 

It was as clear as day, the day you saw Childe more than a co-worker, something you never felt-- something incredibly powerful, as the last time you felt such a vigorous pang on your chest was the snarl Chuuya sent you. It was genuine, fury and hatred swirling in his eyes, muttering curses profusely as he trudged over to you in an attempt to reason out with you, yet his words morphed into punches as your eyes flashed with an indescribable emotion. Your eyes widened upon seeing Childe, with azure eyes gleaming with life and with love (or was it hope? You didn’t know), gracefully taking your hand and asking you in a double suicide. You laughed, a sound incredibly genuine and you laughed at his face, taking his face and pulling him to you, a movement so sudden you two dropped down on your office floor, and started to kiss his forehead while accepting his proposal profusely. It was then, you knew, that whatever humanity you had lost and had gained all your years walking in the foreign soil of Teyvat, was now restored when a maniac with a love for battle had fought every single vein, every single nerve that prohibited him from reaching your heart. It took him his own blood, his own morals, his own humanity as a Harbinger to ever believe himself when his heart had started playing its own melody. And when he saw you cradle his face ever so gently, he knew that despite your acrimonious and conceited persona was a zone so dark and transparent, that it only took his soul to reach what you truly were. A love incorporating immorality, sorrow, and greed, a love poisoned and corrupted, and you knew, that love so venomous would only be tolerable with those who love each other as virulent.

© kachuuyaa

[universallychaoticpan]

Out with a bang, return on a whisper.

Dazai x reader

PLEASE: if you read any an of mine, let this be one. This contains dark themes (sh, si, etc,) as well as unhealthy/co-dependent relationship dynamics. If these are not things you can cope with healthily at this time, please don't read this. Perhaps I'm over reacting, but I would rather be safe. This will be here if you come back, or if you don't. All my love;

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He wasn't quite sure how to help you; your skin was raw and bloodstained and messy, your eyes red and half closed, fist curled around the neck of a bottle. You weren't supossed to be there; not on the floor of his bedroom. Not after everything. But there you were, sitting in your own mess and tracking it in behind you.

You smelled of blood and regret; you felt it too stinging and quiet even when he crouched in front of you, taking your head between his hands, you shuddered at the feeling of the bandages where his skin should have been.

"I want to feel you."

Five words, so soft, carrying the memory of when they had once been a sweet invitation for him to fall open upon you. Now, they sent his mind into overdrive.

"You need help."

He was frantic now, frantic and scared, of you, or himself he didn't know. He rushed back and forth, your eyes lazily following him, calling his name from a million miles away-

"Osamu."

And his eyes were on you once more. You stood, wincing as fresh blood began to run down you in rivers, taking his hands as he studied you. It was almost cold, the way you regarded one another, there in the dark, unhealthily intoxicating as you fell into each other again and again.

It always happened just like this, with your mouth so close to his: the last second where you could still make the choice to turn back.

"I don't want help. Not now."

It was clear what you meant; you didn't want help. You wanted him.

And when you said that, he forgot the reasons, the way he always did, all the reasons you had left the burning house of your love behind. He forgot the stupid way he'd tried, the foolish way you had tried, to salvage that love.

He forgot when he pulled the bottle from the floor, tasting you on the glass as whatever cheap booze was inside burned his throat all the way down. He didn't know what it was and he didn't care; who would? His reward for the cave in of his resolve was right in front of him, in shreds and tatters and admitting everything. So he forgot.

He forgot as he watched you do the same, your old truces broken and your new ones sealed as you swallowed, again and again as he slammed his mouth to yours.

He drank your voice, you swallowed every feeling, all of it slipping away as your hand began to pull at every piece of fabric, everything between you as the warmth of another person melted away whatever regret had begun to bury itself inside you.

You screamed out your displeasure under him; you sobbed and pretended it was ecstasy and he let you lie, indulging in you as you realized neither of you had the strength to pull away.

But when it was over, you could almost convince yourself it was alright; he closed his arms around you, sensing your plea for him to not leave you alone. You pressed a kiss that felt like love to his chest, a silent thank you as you sat in the darkness. No words, no apologies, and no promises. That was all you could offer: safety from every making the choice to stay, or leaving and staying gone.

You indulged with no consequence, pulled yourself to the edge and painted over your scars as you caused new ones to bloom like spring over the canvas of skin you would soothe with your hand.

You kept returning to your story: the one with two authors, ink and blood curving through letters and words until the ending was clear.

You'd always go out with a bang;

you'd always return on a whisper.

[eclipixels]

Saving Kaneki from going on that date with Rize

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The first time I had met him was at the school library. He had stumbled into my life, quite literally stumbled. He had tripped and fallen on top of me, knocking over most of the books from the fantasy section.

There he was, all shy with shining silver eyes and dark hair. He groaned and rubbed his head before immediately standing up and apologising, running back to an orange haired boy whom I assumed was his friend.

The next day, a Monday, it was going back to classes again. Most people were taking a break from everything and just going out since it was the weekend but I stayed in and read some fanfiction to release some stress. Dazai is good and all but sometimes you just need a brain break from all the high vocabulary and just read some cheesy love story written by a delusional 16 year old.

I had arrived to class early since it's nice when it's all silent and nobody is here. I sighed before taking out my textbooks and reading Sen Takatsuki's newest novel. I rested my chin on my palm as I engrossed myself into the pages of the book.

Suddenly, I noticed something from the corner of my eye, there was someone else here. It didn't take long for me to realize that it was the boy from the library yesterday.

He had 2 cups of coffee in his hand with one nervously held out towards me. I was a bit shocked since nobody had ever done a gesture like that to me before so I froze for a second before accepting the warm beverage.

"I'm really sorry I ran into you yesterday, I really didn't mean to, it was an accident and I didn't know where I was going, and um, I'm Kaneki Ken."

"It's alright. I didn't mind and you didn't have to get me this but thank you." I smiled politely.

"You're welcome and it really was no trouble. It's the least I could do to excuse my clumsiness." He shyly spoke.

"Would you like to sit down?" I asked as I noticed he was still standing in front of me.

"O-oh sure!" His eyes widened. He sat down next to me and pulled out his textbooks, mimicking the actions I had done prior to him arriving.

"Hey, is that Takatsuki's newest novel? How'd you get that? I didn't think it'd be out 'till next week!" The smile that lit up his face was something I'd never get used to and unbeknownst to me, would be the one I would slowly fall in love with.

"Oh, most shops have already had them shipped to them and are keeping them in storage until next week. A bookstore owner I know really well managed to sneak one out for me." I explained.

"Aw, no way! You're so lucky! Do you mind if I borrow it? I promise I'll give it back to you by tomorrow!" He exclaimed and I can swear I think I saw sparkles in his eyes.

"Um, Here, you can take it now since I finished it earlier in the morning." I handed the book to him.

Thus was the start of our friendship. Even though he was often busy with school more than me, (since he took more complex classes) he still had time to spend with me. It'd be small things from sitting silently next to me and doing his school work while I read any book that he had recommended to just going out for ice cream together in a nearby park.

Everyday he would seem to bring me a beverage whether it'd be my favorite coffee or something else. If he couldn't meet with me, he'd always have it delivered to my doorstep. It became a tradition for us.

Soon enough, I had met the orange haired boy that I had seen with Kaneki the day that I first met him and not long after had we also become friends.

Somehow, Hide and Kaneki managed to get me out of my apartment and took me out to get lunch with them. The three of us had become quite close.

Although I enjoyed my friendship with both of them, it had seemed that I had fallen in love with the dark haired boy and might I say fallen really hard. Like, cupid got drunk and shot me in the back, sending me flying into Kaneki's heart, face first into his adorableness.

His eyes told stories that I found familiarity in. It held the same gleam of a painful past, the same feeling I found in mine. It didn't take long for me to accept the fact that I had drowned myself in his aura, becoming truly, madly deep in love with Kaneki Ken.

Unfortunately Hide had figured this out and of course he tried to get me to confess and after what felt like centuries of persuading, he finally got me to go and confess.

Well, that was before now. Now, he had come to me with pitiful eyes, telling me that Kaneki had fallen for a shy, purple haired woman that he had met in a coffee shop, and that he had asked her out on a bit of a date, and that she had said yes. I couldn't process what was even coming out of his mouth.

Kaneki asking out a stranger? Impossible–

–But.. after awhile I looked up at Hide and saw that he still had the same downcast look on his face. I knew then that he wasn't lying, and that he was serious. I guess that Kaneki does not feel the same way I do. we'll, obviously he didn't. I felt myself go numb as I was being pulled into a hug by Hide but I didn't respond. He kept apologizing over and over again, telling me that Kaneki is an idiot to have chosen a stranger over the the girl who was there for him through the difficult times and shared almost everything with each other but, in my eyes, I was just the girl who was foolishly in love with a boy who would never look at her the way she looked at him.

Hide went on about how Kaneki must have been crazy not to like me back, and that kaneki and I were perfect for one another, and that Kaneki was just making a mistake but everything that came out of his mouth just felt like lies that only reminded me more and more of the reality, stomping harder on my already shattered heart.

Hide decided to take me to get some food to cheer me up. It wouldn't work but I accepted his kind request since I can at least try to get my mind off of it.

"Don't worry about it, Y/n! We're gonna have the bestest day you've ever experienced!" Hide exclaimed determined.

"Give it your best shot." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Just wait and see Y/n, it'll be fun. Now let's go!" Hide shouted.

Once we had arrived, Hide's face looked distraught and he immediately said we should go somewhere else. I found that very weird and out of the ordinary for him. That's when I noticed him staring at something and I followed his gaze only to be met with the shattering view.

"Oh." I muttered.

"That's why" he let out a sigh. "I'm sorry." He apologized.

There was Kaneki, across the street with a tall long purple haired girl who I assumed was the girl who he asked out.

"What do you mean? That doesn't matter to me. Let's just go inside anyway." I lied straight through my teeth, doing my best to seem unbothered by it.

"Are you sure? You don't seem like you're okay." Hide asked with worried eyes, concern evident on his face.

"No no, I'm fine" but my tone contradicted my words.

"Look y/n, you're hurt and upset but you don't have to force yourself to do this-" Hide gripped my shoulder only to be interrupted by my voice.

"I said it's okay, Hide. C'mon, I can handle this." I smiled.

I don't know why I'm doing this but it can't get any worse, can it?

Shit.. yes, yes it can and it's happening right now.

Kaneki sees us and makes his way over. His expression was shocked to say the least.

"Y/n? What're you doing here?" Kaneki asked.

"Oh um, Hide and I just decided to get some food." I stumbled the words out.

"..with Hide?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yea." I pressed my lips together and rocked on my heels.

"Huh, interesting." He hummed. "Are you two out on a date?" His expression changed to bitter.

"Wait what? No way." I laughed, actually finding it funny he would think that. Even Hide snickered.

"oh.." He muttered.

"So, who's that?" I chocked out, referring to the violet haired girl.

"This is Rize." He introduced.

"Well it was nice to meet you! Excuse me I have to go now." I ran to the bathroom. Fuuuuuck that was so embarrassing. I wanna cry and scream at the same time.

I could overhear Hide and Kaneki still talking. I focused to hear a bit clearer and I immediately clasped my hands over my mouth as I heard Hide passive aggressively say, "Have fun on your date while y/n and I hang out and have fun all day. Bye Ken!"

Hide huffed before sitting down next to me. "Someone looks pissed." I mumbled.

"Who wouldn't I be pissed? God, he's so fucking dense. This is like when your two favorite characters who you ship don't end up together and one of them ends up with some other bitch." He ran his hand through his hair sighing.

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"You'd scold me if I told you so I'm not telling you. Ugh, I can't believe I'm best friends with such a-" I stopped him mid sentence.

"Let it go, Hide." I put a hand on his shoulder.

"I won't talk about it anymore but I'm not letting it go." He huffed.

"Whatever but, did you notice something weird about her?" I asked.

"Uh, not really. What do you mean by weird?" He asked.

"Bro, I swear there's something fucking weird about that girl!" I exclaimed.

"She doesn't seem weird.. I just think he's ways out of her league." He explained.

"No no, there's just something.. I don't know. She gives off weird vibes." I stirred the straw in my drink.

"Hm, are you sure you aren't acting like this because.." Hide trailed off, smirking.

"I just care about him, it's not about how I feel and- stuff for him, y'know? It's not about that. I'm just worried about him." I expressed my concerns trying to not include my feelings into the equation.

"Call it whatever you want but you're jealous." He snickered.

"I've got an idea!" I exclaimed.

"Oh no-" He widened his eyes.

"I'll go with them!" I said.

"I don't think they'd let you." He furrowed his brows.

"I'll just sit at another table so they won't see me."

"Don't-"

"I PROMISE I won't ever do it again. Just this one time and if everything goes ok I'll never do it again." I put my hands together before Hide sighed in response.

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I sat at a table far away from them but enough for me to see. They were talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

Kaneki was mostly likely rambling on about his favorite books. He's so cute when he makes those little gestures. Honestly, he could talk about where hot dogs come from and I'd still drool over how adorable he is.

Seggsy lesbian bitch- I mean Rize on the other hand was just doing the debby ryan and not even eating anything. That's kinda suspicious. Is she a vampire or something? Holy shit what if she's a ghoul?!

I almost didn't notice them leaving but I somehow catched up to where they were going. It was already a but dark out. They came to a stop and Kaneki was blushing furiously.

Wait..

Oh no

They leaned in..

Are they going to kiss? I don't think I can bear to watch that.

What happened next almost gave me a heart attack. She opened her mouth and was about to bite his shoulder. My fight or flight response immediately activated and before I knew it, I grabbed Kaneki's hand and ran.. His eyes widened in pure shock.

From the corner of my eye, I could see in the reflection of weird tentacles coming out of her as she wailed and chased after us. I didn't notice at first but soon enough I felt the blood trickle down my leg.

She managed to cut my leg. I wasn't that good at running and the gash made it even worse. I felt my legs giving out and I collapsed onto the concrete sidewalk. Everything felt kind of foggy and I barely remember what's even happening right now but I could feel that Kaneki somehow managed to carry me on his back and he ran to the nearest public area.

"Y/n! You're bleeding! We need to get you to the hospital right now!" Kaneki said as he frantically looked for his phone.

"Are you okay? Did she bite you?" I asked.

"No, I'm fine! You're the one hurt right now! Why are you worrying about me?" I could see the fear and concern in his eyes. For some reason I felt guilty for it but I felt warm inside knowing he cared.

"I'll be fine, it's just a cut. She was going to eat you! What was going to happen if she did?" I squeezed his hand.

"I'm okay now, aren't I? Thanks to you." He smiled, wiping away splattered blood from my cheek.

"You're welcome, Kaneki-san"

"I called Hide to come so he can help take you to the hospital to get your wound treated." He assured me.

"Its not a big deal." I tried to pretend I wasn't in extreme pain.

"It is" He sternly voiced.

"It's not" I spoke with the same tone.

"Don't argue back. I owe it to you after you saved my life."

"Fine but only because you said so."

After we arrived at the hospital, the doctor said it was just a small gnash, nothing severe. They patched me up and Kaneki insisted on coming along with me.

"You didn't have to come with me, Ken. I can manage on my own." I said as we entered my apartment.

"Oh and also, what're you doing?" I asked as he tugged on my jacket trying to get it off which he somehow managed to do.

"Y/n, you're my friend and you saved my life, I already told you I owe you." He sighed hanging up our coats.

"A friend, huh?" I smiled sadly. Back to pain it was again. Heartbreak isn't a hobby for me, it's a lifestyle. :')

"Y-yeah, well you're my friend aren't you?" He peered at me with doe eyes.

"Kaneki I really need to tell you something." I blurted.

"What is it?" He gulped.

"I.." I started but choked up.

"Uh?" He stepped closer. Dammit why is this so difficult.

"I love you." I whispered averting my eyes away. I couldn't dare to look at his face. After a moment of silence I looked up to see.. nobody? Where'd he go?

"Kaneki?? Where are you?" I shouted. Did he leave? Wow, couldn't he at least say it that he doesn't like me. I suddenly tripped over something and fell onto the floor, thankfully on top of a rug.

I groaned feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen from landing on something underneath. I slowly get up and look to see Kaneki. Kaneki. On the floor. wut.

"Eh? What the-???" I yelled in confusion. "Why are you on the God damn floor??" I frantically shouted.

"And are you crying? And texting Hide?" I ask seeing his lit up phone screen.

"N-no" He sniffled, turning his head so I couldn't see.

"Why are you crying, though?" I raised an eyebrow, wiping his tears with my thumb.

"It's just that I never thought you'd ever like me. Do you know h-how long I've had feelings for you?" He teared up even more.

"Why are you getting emotional?" I held his hand tighter.

"Oh my bananas y/n, I'm crying tears of joy! I'm so happy you like me back! I just thought you'd never like me back, that's why I went out with Rize to try and forget these feelings." He looked away from me with pink tinted cheeks feeling shameful.

"Kaneki! Why didn't you say anything?" I scolded light heartedly.

"You know I'm shy. How come you didn't?" He scrunched his nose.  Adorable.

"Well I was! In fact I was planning on confessing on the day you asked that girl out" I glanced down while frowning, having a sour taste in my mouth.

"Y/n.. do you want to go out on a date with me?" He looked up at me.

"Of course I do and I wanted to be the one to ask!" I crossed my arms.

"Beat you to it." He smiled.

"Can I at least pick the date?" I asked.

"Errr sure but I want to go on a book date 'cause Hide said they're lame and I wanna prove him wrong." He narrowed his eyes.

"Sure." I sigh.

"Thank you, Y/n!" He launched himself at me, hugging me tightly.

"What for?" I laughed hugging him back.

"For saving me and for agreeing to going on a date with me" He whispered.

"I didn't have a choice when it came to liking you though, how could I not?" I replied back.

"May we.. stay like this." He requested while staring up at me with sparking glossy doe eyes. I gazed at his soft pink face and planted a cheste kiss on his cheek causing his breath to hitch.

The moment was innocent, delicate and serene... until Kaneki's phone dinged with a notification of a text from Hide. Y/n made a mental note to ask what he texted Hide behind her couch while Kaneki made a mental note to ask how the hell did she show up at the right moment when Rize tried to eat him.

—But only Hide knows the answer to those questions 💅

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

Mizumono

Chapter 4 of The Wrath of the Lamb

Pairing: Hannibal!Fyodor x gn!Will!Reader

Genres: horror, angst, psychological thriller, splash of comedy

Word count: 5.2k (there is a cut)

Warnings: death, blood, murder, violence, alcohol, slight paranoia, mentions of murder and gore, angst

Notes: * - referring to the average height an airplane flies, which is 11 kilometers/36,000 feet. I've also included English translations under the French dialogue!

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Leaning on his desk, Dr. Dostoyevsky was writing to Yukichi Fukuzawa, cordially inviting him to dinner at the end of the week. The smooth flow of the fountain pen left behind stunning calligraphy. As he finished the invitation, he recalled part of a conversation he had with you a few nights prior.

“You should give him what he wants.” you turned to him.

“Give him The Demon.” he sighed.

Putting the invitation into an envelope, he felt soft twinges of worry make their way through his chest. Fyodor was not comfortable with the unknown, he found pleasure in planning and preparing. While you had formulated a plan with him, he was not necessarily going to be your puppet. There would be certain things he had to plan on his own.

“Dr. Fyodor Dostoyevsky requests the pleasure of my company for dinner.” Fukuzawa looked up at you, spread out in the seat across from him. You had already begun dissociating into your appointment with Fyodor the night before, no longer hearing his words.

“You sit in that chair, Y/n, as you have so many times before.”

Silence sat in the room, the only sound was the ticking of his clock.

“It holds among its molecules the vibrations of all our conversations ever held in its presence.”

“All the exchanges, the petty irritations, deadly revelations, flat announcements of disaster.” You adjusted your hands, tilting your head while doing so.

“The grunts of poetry and life. Everything we’ve ever said. Listen. What do you hear?”

Whispering voices sounded through the space around you. “A melody.”

“We’re orchestrations of carbon. You and me.”

A smirk found its way to your face, “And Yukichi.”

He returned the sentiment, “And Yukichi. All our destinies flying and swimming in blood and emptiness.”

You looked away as he tilted his head.

“Everybody’s settling in for dinner.” you spoke bitterly.

Fukuzawa’s voice lulled you out of your state as he spoke about the plan.

“I’m wearing a wire. I have sharp shooters on the roofs of neighbouring houses with lines of sight to all of the windows.”

“He’ll try to kill you in the kitchen. For convenience. Make it easier to prepare the tartar.” you looked away from his smiling figure. You flashed back to the same appointment once more, bouncing between then and now.

“Yukichi won’t be easy to kill. He’ll be armed. He’s strong, well-trained. We can’t hesitate.”

Fukuzawa’s voice sounded in the room, “Fyodor thinks you are his person in the room. I think you’re mine.”

“When a fox hears a rabbit scream, he comes running. But not to help. When you hear Yukichi scream, why will you come running? When the moment comes…” Fyodor sat perched in the chair across from you.

“When the moment comes…” Fukuzawa began,

“Will you do what needs to be done?” their voices echoed each other, as they merged in front of your eyes.

You responded, both then to Dostoyevsky and now to Fukuzawa, “Oh yes.”

—

You had checked out of your motel room about a week ago, and have been staying in your home since. It was a farmhouse of average size, surrounded by woods and filled with stray dogs that you’ve taken in. During your stay in the motel, you had your colleagues stop by and feed them on the occasions where you could not, much to Dazai’s dismay.

Walking to your front porch, you increased your speed as you heard your dogs barking and growling. Climbing the steps, you saw Francis sitting in your rocking chair. A smile was plastered onto his dirty face, clouded eyes staring at you, a fly resting on his right cheek.

“How’ve you been, Y/n?”

Your eyes held a ferocity to them as you grabbed the hunting rifle by the front door. You held it as Fitzgerald pointed past you and to the forest. You could see a creature make its way out of the forest. It had deep black skin, almost appearing as black latex. It had large antlers, appearing to be those of a stag, along with pale white eyes. Francis gestured for the creature to come closer, and with that it bolted in your direction. You quickly raised your rifle and shot it seven times, mostly in the head. As it fell, you turned to look back at Francis, but he had since disappeared.

Slowly walking down the steps of your front porch, you approached the creature. It had the exact same build as Fitzgerald, and even the same facial structure. Leaning down next to it, you realized that it was the same creature you have been seeing when you hallucinate, and even during random times at night. Your breathing got heavier as the creature began stirring. Stumbling backward, you frantically tried to get away from the beast. It had now risen fully, and was crawling toward you. You had gotten closer to your rifle, so you grabbed it and hit the human-stag over the head. As you did, it soon vanished itself.

Your breathing calmed down as you inched your way to your front porch. Your dogs whined as you sat on the top step, head in your hands as you tried to pull yourself together.

—

The next morning, you were sitting outside of the FBI headquarters with a certain ginger reporter. You had lost some of the contempt you held for Mr. Twain over time, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get on your nerves sometimes.

“I’m going to enjoy my resurrection. Nothing sells better than a revival story.” he said, legs crossed and tone lofty.

“I wouldn’t count us as survivors just yet, Mark.” you responded, almost sulking on your side of the bench.

“Counting me as a survivor? I started as a cancer editor at a supermarket tabloid.” Mark spoke ironically.

“Cancer is a very lucrative subject.”

“Ain’t that the truth. ‘New Cures for Cancer’, ‘Cancer Miracle Cure’.”

“We’re all desperate for a little hope.” There was a long pause before you continued speaking, “I want to ask you to do something for me, Mark. Or rather, don’t.”

He waited.

“Don’t write about Grace. You can write about me. You can write about Fyodor. But, leave Grace alone?”

“You really don’t know if you’re going to survive him, do you?” Mark asked softly.

“Just let her rest in peace.” you whispered.

—

Later that morning, you went to Dr. Dostoyevsky’s house to help him protect his patient’s.

He was standing on the mezzanine in his office, papers were floating in the air as he dropped files and books with his patient’s information and his notes. You were standing on the ground floor by his desk, and you caught one of the large books he threw down. Flipping through the pages, you noticed your name appear a few times.

“These are your notes on me.” you said, looking up at the doctor.

Fyodor looked down sideways from the edge of the mezzanine and responded, “I’m sure they are.” He sighed, and continued to go through the books in his hand, dropping down any about the patients.

You grabbed another large book and walked to the navy loveseat by the fire, where you had several other books stacked up. You threw the book containing his notes on you into the fire, watching your clock drawing burn. Fyodor brought a few more books over to your stacks and opened up one bound in brown leather.

“Won’t your patients need these after you’re gone?” you questioned.

“The FBI will pour over my notes if I left them intact. I will spare my patients the scrutiny. I’m dismantling who I was and moving it brick by brick.” he threw more papers into the fire.

You grabbed another file, and took your place beside him.

“When we’re gone from this life, Yukichi Fukuzawa and the FBI behind us, I will always have this place.” he turned and smiled at the room.

“In your memory palace?” you asked, still holding the file.

“My palace is vast… even by medieval standards. The foyer is the Norman Chapel in Palermo. Severe, beautiful, and timeless. With a single reminder of mortality. A skull, graven on the floor.” he turned to you, then back to the fire.

“All I need is… a stream.” you returned some papers back to the loveseat.

“In those moments where you can’t overcome your surroundings, you can make it all go away.”

“Put my head back, close my eyes, wade into the quiet of the stream.” you smiled softly at him.

You both watched the files burning for a moment, adding in a few more.

“If I am ever apprehended, my memory palace will serve as more than a mnemonic system. I will live there.” he walked back to the loveseat.

“Could you be happy there?” you slowly made your way next to him.

“All the palace chambers are not lovely, light and bright. In the walls of our hearts and brains, danger waits. There are holes in the floor of the mind.”

You moved to stand in front of him, organizing more files.

Fyodor has always had a keen sense of smell, and he began to smell a particular scent off of your back. Closing his eyes, and honing in on it, he saw locks of ginger, and then Mark’s face. He turned to stare and scowl at you, as simply stood and burned more of his files.

—

Dr. Yosano laid in bed, wrapped in her silk black sheets.

“In the few jerky seconds of sleep I do get, all I see is dark, swarming behind my eyelids. I dream darkness comes into me. It comes and it is insidious. Up my nose, into my ears. I feel poisoned.” she spoke from across the table in the elegant, muted break room.

“We have all been poisoned.” you say darkly.

“You saw what no one else could.” she stated.

“All it took was the traumatic.”

“We’re still in the thick of it.”

“We’re getting through the worst of it.” you said gently.

Yosano leaned forward. “You’ve set some sort of trap and you are goading Fyodor into it. How can you be sure he is not goading you?”

Your smile and exhale communicated frustration and sadness as you responded, “I can’t.”

A tear slowly made its way down her cheek and onto the table as she smiled somberly.

—

That night you were once again at Fyodor’s, but this time for dinner. Tonight he was serving Entrecôte Lyonnaise.

“Do you know what an imago is, Y/n?” he asked, looking over at you.

“It’s a flying insect.” you stated.

“It’s the last stage of a transformation.” Fyodor informed.

“When you become who you will be?”

“It’s also a term from the dead religion of psychoanalysis. An imago is the image of a loved one, buried in the unconscious, carried with us all of our lives.”

“An ideal.”

“The concept of an ideal… I have a concept of you, just as you have a concept of me.” he turned to you.

“Neither of us ideal.” you grimly joked.

The room sat quietly for a moment, only filled with the crackling of the lit fireplace.

“Both of us are too curious about too many things for any ideals.” He sighed softly. “Is it ideal that Yukichi die?”

“It’s necessary. What happens to Yukichi has been preordained.” you decided.

Fyodor watched you take a sip of wine with a faint smile on his face.

“We could disappear now. Tonight.” he offered. You looked at him with confusion in your eyes.

He continued speaking, “Feed your dogs, leave a note for Akiko and never see her or Yukichi again. It’s almost polite.”

“Then this would be our last supper.” you smiled at him.

“Of this life.” he said. “We’ll serve lamb.”

“Sacrificial.” you stated.

“I don’t need a sacrifice. Do you?”

“I need him to know. If I confess to Yukichi Fukuzawa right now…”

“I would forgive you. If Yukichi were to tell you all is forgiven, would you accept his forgiveness?”

“Yukichi isn’t offering forgiveness. He wants… justice. He wants to see you, see who you are. See what I’ve become. He wants the truth.” you spoke low and slowly.

“Tell the truth, then. And all its consequences.” Fyodor took a small sip of wine, and it barely touched his lips.

—

Sōseki Natsume rounded the corner in a jet black suit, frustration clear in his walk. Entering Fukuzawa’s office he began speaking,

“This is entrapment, Yukichi.”

Fukuzawa responded, “You can’t entrap someone into committing premeditated murder.”

“Yes, you can. You’re doing it. You conspired to violate Dr. Dostoyevsky’s property and personal rights. And for the record, the only one involved in this investigation we can confirm actually having killed someone is Y/n L/n.” Natsume spoke with an accusatory tone.

“It was self defense.” Fukuzawa looked to the side.

“Fyodor Dostoyevsky is being induced to commit murder by an undercover FBI informant. This is outrageous government conduct. You would never get a conviction. You’re not thinking clearly, Yukichi.” Natsume said slowly.

“We are as close as we are ever going to get to catching this man.” Fukuzawa’s voice rose.

“I understand that your partner is very ill. You’re distracted. After an inquiry, I’m putting you on forced compassionate leave.”

Fukuzawa glared at Natsume and the two guards before carefully setting his gun on the desk, and handing his badge to Natsume. He then walked through and out of the headquarters, flanked by the two guards.

~

“This is just staggering.” Natsume spoke, looking up at Yosano through his glasses.

“What are you going to do about Fyodor Dostoyevsky?” she asked, standing on the opposite side of Fukuzawa’s desk.

“What Yukichi should have done. We’ve frozen his passport and we’re getting a search warrant.”

“Fyodor already opened his doors to the FBI, there won’t be physical evidence. The only way to catch him is in the act.” Yosano tried to communicate.

“Are you saying we should have let Yukichi hang himself? And everyone else in his department?” Natsume asked, removing his glasses.

“No. But Y/n and Yukichi are still your best chance to catch Fyodor.”

“This… Lovecraft that Y/n L/n killed in self defense… he was mutilated.” Natsume showed Yosano the photos of the body from the file on the desk. His body was joined with the remains of an aquatic dinosaur. “At a certain point, self defense stops. Y/n L/n didn’t stop. Yukichi Fukuzawa sanctioned this and then hid it from us.”

“I have to believe that Y/n was trying to maintain their cover identity.”

“Reality doesn’t go away because you stop believing in it. It’s stubborn like that. The reality of this situation is that Yukichi Fukuzawa misused the power of his office.”

“Mr. Natsume, they are desperate.” Yosano said, leaning forward on the desk.

“They are breaking the law. I’m bringing them up on charges.” He began gathering the files on the desk.

“They are not going to stop.”

“That is why they are being brought into custody.”

“Yukichi knows what you’ll find. He knows what you have to do. That will not stop him from doing what he has to do.”

At Fukuzawa’s house, he kissed his partner’s forehead, then touched them together. A minute later, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

—

You were standing in the living room of your farmhouse when your phone started ringing.

“Hello?” you said.

“It’s Akiko. Is Fyodor with you?” she asked.

“No, why?” you wondered, tone becoming more serious.

“They’ve issued a warrant for your arrest, Y/n. For acting as an accessory to entrapment,” she began, restraining her emotions.

You sighed, but your next sentence was interrupted by the cacophony of your dogs barking.

“And for the murder of H.P. Lovecraft.”

You noticed a black car race down your street.

“They’re going to arrest Yukichi as well.”

You stalked to the window, phone still to your ear as you noticed the car sneak closer.

“Y/n?” Yosano asked, hoping you were still on the line.

“Goodbye, Akiko.” you stated, hanging up the phone.

You spotted about three or four more cars approaching your house. You quickly crouched down to the floor and grabbed your gun from the drawer of your desk. Turning and getting a coat by the door, you left out of the back door of your house.

—

Elsewhere, Fyodor was rolling up the sleeves of his striped white dress shirt, and calmly slicing carrots. His phone started ringing, so he put down the knife and strolled to grab his home phone.

“Hello?” he asked, making his way back to the cutting board.

“They’re coming.” you said from the other end of the line.

Fyodor looked up almost arrogantly, as if one would when accepting a challenge, then he hung up.

~

Fyodor brought his blade down onto the lamb meat and began cutting. Fukuzawa walked through the hall with his usual stern look. Fyodor slightly turned his head to the right as he felt Fukuzawa enter the room.

“Hello, Yukichi. You’re early.” he greeted.

“I couldn’t wait to get here.” he smiled.

Fyodor turned the knife set toward Fukuzawa. “Would you care to sous-chef?”

“I want to thank you for your friendship, Fyodor.” Fukuzawa said.

Fyodor nodded, “The most beautiful quality of a true friendship is to understand them. Be understood with absolute clarity.” He placed his knife on top of a bowl of chopped lettuce.

“And this is… the clearest moment of our friendship.” Fukuzawa spoke, as he reached to grab his gun.

Fyodor noticed immediately, and reached for his knife. As the gun exited Fukuzawa’s blazer, Fyodor threw the knife, which impaled Fukuzawa’s left hand and caused him to drop the gun. Fyodor jumped over the island as Fukuzawa pulled out the knife. Fyodor ducked as Fukuzawa tried to slash him. He continued dodging his slashes, before catching Fukuzawa’s right arm. He elbowed his forearm, causing Fukuzawa to drop the knife. Yukichi countered Dostoyevsky’s move with a left hook, but Fyodor quickly blocked it, causing them to grab onto each other. Fyodor stepped onto the gun, and slid it under the counter and out of reach. They spun in an attempt to cause imbalance or shake the other off, and Fukuzawa kicked Fyodor’s leg, pulling free enough to release himself from Fyodor’s grip. He then grabbed Fyodor around the waist and charged him into a glass cupboard.

When Fyodor’s feet hit the ground, he tried to punch Fukuzawa in the face, but he dodged and followed with a right-handed punch which Fyodor blocked. Fukuzawa’s left hook followed before Fyodor could prepare himself and he took the blow to his abdomen. Reeling from the force, Fukuzawa was able to grab hold and throw Fyodor to the counter, however, he took advantage of this and grabbed a tea kettle, which he used to strike Fukuzawa across the head. He stumbled, but managed to stay standing and take ahold of Fyodor from the back and throw him into the wooden floor cupboards. As they both watched one another, Fukuzawa’s face appeared determined to finish the fight while Fyodor appeared tired and uncertain. Fukuzawa moved in quickly, with another left jab at Fyodor's side which he took hold of to counter with his own left fist. It landed squarely on Fukuzawa's jaw but he stood firm, striking Fyodor back.

Fukuzawa went for another right blow, but Fyodor blocked it with his left arm, and twisted Fukuzawa’s right arm into a bar. Before he could continue, Fukuzawa pushed his hand against Fyodor's shoulder and threw him against the cupboard but Fyodor grabbed his arm, then released it to send a solid blow to Fukuzawa's side. Now partially shaken off, Fyodor brought around another blow aimed for Fukuzawa's head. He blocked it and grabbed at Fyodor's shirt more firmly, but he spun Fukuzawa behind him and body slammed him into the cupboard. Fyodor’s look had been a ruse.

Outside of Fyodor’s home, was Dr. Akiko Yosano. Her umbrella was up and protecting her from the rain and she neared his front door. As she got closer however, she noticed the front door was ajar, and alarm quickly appeared on her features.

Back inside Fyodor's home, said man was now turning an apron over in his hands, waiting for the right moment to strike again. Fukuzawa gained hold of a knife, however, and lunged at Fyodor with it. He misses, but slashes again and Fyodor moves aside. He sliced once more but Fyodor countered his move, throwing the apron around Fukuzawa’s forearm and kneeing him in the elbow. The knife flies free, and Fukuzawa swung with a left hit that Fyodor blocked with determined ease now that the blade was gone. Fyodor came back with a left hook and Fukuzawa fell straight to the ground. As he attempted to get up, Fyodor followed and slammed the fridge door open against his face.

On the small front porch, Yosano decides to enter the home. She lowered her umbrella and heard the grunts, huffs, and slams of the fight in the kitchen.

Fyodor took advantage of Fukuzawa’s downtime and grabbed another knife from the set. He spun it deftly and turned to Fukuzawa, who had risen with his tie wrapped around his wounded hand, now ready to throw both left and right punches. Fyodor dodged and took ahold of Fukuzawa’s right arm, heaving him down onto the counter to stab him. Fukuzawa quickly grabbed a wooden cutting board, though, and the knife stabbed the board instead. Fyodor used two hands to try and force the knife and board closer to Fukuzawa’s throat.

Yosano stands in the entryway, and pulls her phone out of her coat pocket. She dialed the emergency line and reported gunshots as she pulled a pistol out of her purse.

Fukuzawa had Fyodor in a chokehold and threw him onto the floor. Before Fyodor could get up Fukuzawa grabbed him by the back of the collar, lifted up his head, and threw a punch.

Yosano entered Fyodor’s open doorway.

Fukuzawa had Fyodor over his back now, using his tie as a snare around Fyodor’s neck. He yelled as Fyodor gasped and struggled to breath, or so he had led Fukuzawa to believe. Unbeknownst to him, Fyodor had his fingers in the way of the pressure. As Fyodor went limp, Fukuzawa caught his breath. Fyodor calmly searched the floor for a shard of glass without Fukuzawa noticing, then he drove a piece heavily into the side of Fukuzawa's neck.

Fukuzawa gasped in shock and held his wound. He stumbled backward as Fyodor released the tie with a peaceful look of triumph. Fukuzawa entered the pantry and slammed the door behind him, holding it closed with his body. Fyodor, now armed with two knives, walked back and rushed forward, ramming the door with his full strength. Fukuzawa repositioned himself on the floor to better guard himself, but the door opens a sliver and he makes eye contact with Fyodor’s murderous gaze. He runs at the door again, but Fukuzawa closed it in the nick of time.

Yosano rounded the corner with her gun drawn, ready to assess the damage. Fyodor leaped at the pantry door once more, trying to break it down.

“Fyodor!” Yosano yelled.

He paused and turned toward her. His hair was disheveled and he had blood stains all over his face, shirt, and body.

“Where is Yukichi?” she whispered.

“In the pantry.” he returned her whisper.

They stared each other down.

“I was hoping you and I wouldn’t have to say goodbye. Nothing seen… nor said. You may have found that rude.” he said, huffing every couple of words.

He began to walk towards her and she shouted for him to stop. He did.

“I was so blind.” she uttered.

“In your defense, I worked very hard to blind you. You can stay blind. You can hide from this. Walk away, I’ll make no plans to call on you, but if you stay, I will kill you.” he breathed heavily after each sentence.

Yosano breathed deeply through her teeth.

“Be blind, Akiko. Don’t be brave.”

Yosano gritted her teeth and pulled the trigger… but a bullet never flew and a shot never sounded. She continued pulling the trigger until the barrel completed a round. She slowly backed away from Fyodor as she did so.

“I took your bullets.” he stated, to which Yosano whimpered in fear.

Fyodor rapidly walked toward her as she turned and ran upstairs. He left his knives on a table by the stairs. He calmly made his way up the stairs and Yosano continued running. She entered Fyodor’s bedroom, locking the door behind her and reloading her gun. Fyodor stood outside of the door, and Yosano pointed her gun at the door. She shoots two bullets through the bedroom door as a warning. A figure passes by the holes, and she shoots one more. Out of the corner of her eye however, she noticed a figure walk out of the shadows. Turning and pointing her gun at the figure, she lowers it as she notices who it is.

“Grace?” she whispered.

“I’m so sorry.” she sniveled.

Yosano gasped in shock as Grace pushed her out of the window. Glass shards flew as Yosano’s body made the plunge from the second floor.

~

It appeared as though the angels were weeping over Yosano’s demise. The raindrops had a shine to them as they cascaded from the sky and onto Yosano’s weak and bloody body. Her breath was shaky as she heard a car pull up behind her.

You practically jumped out of the taxi, adjusting your coat and walking across the street. Once you noticed Yosano’s body, however, you quickly ran and kneeled at her side. Blood was falling out of her mouth and down her cheeks as you grabbed at various places on her body in a frenzy. She was twitching in shock as you removed your coat and placed it over her body. Grabbing your phone you called for ERT.

“Jack is inside. Go.” Yosano slowly gasped out.

You grabbed your gun, and reluctantly left her in the rain.

~

Inside the pantry, Fukuzawa was rapidly losing blood. Still gripping his wound, he shakily reached into his pocket to grab his phone. Gasping, he began dialing.

~

You had your gun in a ready position, making your way through Dr. Dostoyevsky’s house drenched in rain. You walked through the dining room and into the kitchen. You noticed blood spilling out from behind the pantry door. Footsteps sounded from behind you and you slowly turned around. Standing there was Grace Fitzgerald. Alive. Flesh and bone and blood. She was crying, strands of her blonde hair sticking to her face from sweat. You lowered your gun.

“Grace?” you asked, breaths shaky.

“I didn’t know what else to do, so… I just did what he told me. “ she shook and cried as she spoke.

“Where is he?” you questioned.

You heard a small shuffle behind you, and immediately knew who it was. You let a beat of silence pass before you shakily told Fyodor, “Y- you were supposed… to leave.”

Turning to him, you noticed a somber sincerity in his eyes.

“We couldn’t leave without you.” he said.

You stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, sharing a feeling of clarity, before Fyodor sighed. He lifted his left hand and caressed the side of your face, slowly moving his hand to rest on the side of your neck. He plunged a linoleum knife into your abdomen as you let out a shocked, painful noise. Grace gasped as Fyodor plunged the knife deeper. You convulsed as you grabbed onto Fyodor’s left arm. He removed the knife and pulled you into his arms, holding you in a tight embrace. He moved his left hand in a repetitive petting motion; an attempt to soothe you.

“Time did reverse the teacup that I shattered there to come together. The place was made for Grace and your world. Do you understand?” he asked, tone oddly light. You shook your head no.

“The place was made for all of us, together.”

You continued gasping as your blood began dropping onto the floor. He held your chin and neck in his left hand.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

You fell to the floor, grasping your wound and leaning yourself against the nearby cupboards, sputtering. Fyodor stood over you, speaking,

“I have let you know me. See me. I gave you a rare gift. But you didn’t want it.” he spoke bitterly.

“Didn’t I?” you gasped out.

“You would deny me my life.”

“N-no. No. Not your life, no.”

He sighed, “Do you believe you could change me, the way I’ve changed you?”

“I already did.” you said, trying to smile.

“Fate and circumstance have returned us to this moment… when the teacup shatters.”

You looked up at him, disdain in your eyes.

“I forgive you, Y/n. Will you forgive me?”

“Don-, don’t…, no, no.”

You continued sputtering ‘no’ as Fyodor turned to Grace.

“Grace, come to me.” he held out his hand, and she took it. She stood in front of him, and Fyodor brought his blade to her neck.

“No! No, no!” you pleaded, gulping down the pain.

You cried in despair as Fyodor slit her throat right in front of you… some of her blood splashing onto your face. She gasped in pain and shock as you turned your head away. She collapsed at your feet as you tried to adjust your body to be closer to her’s. Fyodor leaned down, looking into your eyes.

“You can make it all go away. Put your head back. Close your eyes. Wade into the quiet of the stream.”

He stood upright, and left the room. As you laid in a puddle of your shared blood, you looked to Grace’s body. Her gasps of pain and death filled the room alongside yours. As you lay dying, you gained a new clarity.

He knew we were onto him. He knew that we were going to arrest him. It seems that I’ll never be able to understand the depths of his mind and his planning.

You reached to grab onto Grace, frantically trying to stop her bleeding. It seemed she was already dead.

~

As Fyodor exited his home, he felt a flurry of emotions, all too difficult to name. He leaned his head up toward the sky, allowing the angels to cleanse him with the rain. He stood like that for a long moment, before bringing his left hand slowly down his face.

~

Inside the pantry Fukuzawa was holding his phone to his ear, on the verge of falling unconscious.

“Hello? Yukichi?” his partner asked.

They got no response.

Meanwhile outside, Fyodor leaned down to grab your coat off of Yosano’s body, shrugging it on as he walked away from the bloodbath.

—

About 11 kilometers* up in the sky, an Air France plane was flying by.

“Jus d’orange? Eau? Champagne?” the flight attendant asked.

“Orange juice? Water? Champagne?”

She continued walking down the aisle, repeating the question.

“Je voudrais du champagne, s’il vous plaît.” a smooth voice replied.

“I would like champagne, please.”

The flight attendant leaned down, letting the black-haired man grab the champagne glass.

“Merci.”

“Thank you.”

The attendant nodded, turning to the man’s traveling companion.

“Monsieur?”

“Sir?”

“Non merci.” the man with dual-colored hair spoke.

“No, thank you.”

They smiled at each other as the black-haired man took a sip of his champagne and closed his eyes.

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please check my first post ,read the rules then request a prompt with the character you want! :D

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◆prompts◆

↬NSFW

-"girl,i took your flower!"

-"fuck the reservation! why would I want food when I can have you?"

-"I ripped your close off in my dream last night…"

-"I wonder how your hands would feel like,wrapped around my cock?"

-"can I peg you?"

-"its getting hot in here,i think we shout take our clothes off"

-"smile baby,were on camera"

-"im going to fuck you until youre screaming my name"

-"more baby,i want more"

-"whos your daddy now?" (readers becomes the dom for the first time)

↬SFW/Fluff/Crack

-"babe,i think you should change your last name to mine"

-"I didn't expect the kiss to taste like dried fish…" (when they accidentaly kiss your pet)

-"I hugged them today! im not going to take a shower"

-"have you ever dreamed about me?"

-"can you just shut up and kiss me already?"

-"im gonna cut your dick off when I get outta here!" (when youre giving birth to his child lmao)

-"wanna make out?" (meeting them for the first time)

-when they find you in their clothes,trying to imitate them

-"im not going to let you go,not yet"

-kissing them in the middle of an argument

-"this is your daddy,so if he ever tells you that he was cool back then,you can see that hes lying" when you take a recording of them before your baby is born.

↬Angst

-"I told you to knock first!"

-"I never said that I loved you"

-"How long have you been standing there..?"

-"I hate how my house still smells like you."

-"I see that you moved on"

-"I wish you were here right now…"

-"what are you talking about? y/n died years ago"

-"Ive never told this to anyone befor,but I don't have much time left"

-"I was supposed to be him…" (when they see you with someone else…)

-"youre such a fucking liar! you told me you would stay with me forever!" (when they visit your grave for the first time…)

Event MasterList!

⇝Prompt 6 (SFW) with Dazai

⇝Prompt 10 (SFW) with Chuuya & Kunikida

⇝Prompt 8 (SFW) with Vanitas & Atsushi

⇝Prompt 7 (SFW) with Atsushi

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Dazai Osamu character breakdown as I understand him

Meaning that this might be inaccurate and your opinion and visage of him might differ from mine, which is just fine. We perceive the world and the people around us through our experiences and expectations. I'm curious to know how you guys see a complex character like Dazai, just please respect everyone's opinions.

Warning: Manga plot mentions, s2 spoilers, BEAST light novel spoilers, Dazai Osamu

Dazai Osamu was introduced into the scene of Bungou Stray Dogs at 14 when Mori found him.

Even at that young age, Dazai had suicidal tendencies and had been wrapped in bandages similarly as he is in the present. Already dealing with too much trauma for a child his age, the fire is fuelled as he was forced to bear witness to the death of the Port Mafia boss at the hands of Mori, the person that took him under his wing. To use him; which was becoming very apparent to Osamu if he hadn't been aware since the start. Now, I'm not saying that death of the previous boss left a particular scar on Samu, he even agrees with it and is something he himself would have done. But that that is the scene that bore fruit of the following quotes:

"Or could it be that you're afraid, Mori-san? That one day i will slit your throat and take over as the boss?"

followed by

"Everyone seems suspicious to those who have an axe to grind."

This tells us right away that he can tell what type of person you are just from the way you perceive your surroundings, which is logical, but not something many think too deep into.

Even less who have their evaluations of others on point like he does. And he has to, since Dazai's plan is always to understand his allies, his enemies, possible allies and possible enemies. He also takes into account important neutral parties that can still, in one way or another, affect the outcome of his plans or decide to align with one side out of common interest. After comes realising the main goals, along with side achievements (just in case some of those maim his allies or ruin the future plans he made) of every party. Taking in their morals and motivation, and being familiar with the ground the confrontation will happen on, he now has the view of the whole chess board and it's pieces in his head. He moves his allies in the right places, knowing how they'll react in the situation to come, and awaits the enemies with open fire arms. He was tought to think like that. At all times. Mori made sure of it. You know how specialists never really stop thinking in their areas of expertise, like doctors, for example, will naturally notice people's posture and look for scoliosis or whatever? How your foot hits the floor, if you're walking straight, your knees and shoulders, etc. Same for Dazai. His brain maps out person's expressions, reactions, choices, personality, etc. in great detail. I'm pretty sure he has eidetic memory, if his conversations in manga with Fyodor are anything to go by.

Another thing his brain does is think of worst possible outcomes.

Not in a fear of what if things go wrong, but as a possible route. He uses it to determine how big of a threat the opposing force is and what steps they'll have to take to achieve that. Knowing that, he'll know how to intercept them. Also, like everything else, it's not something he can control since we're talking about thought process here and that's just how his brain works. Can't magically turn that off. It's especially annoying to him when he's genuinely enjoying himself with, let's say, ADA members and then his brain goes brrr.

•"A lot happened recently and we're a torn in many people's eyes." *Tanizaki and Atsushi drinking punch* "There's a possibility, while a small one, about 8% at this very moment, but as time goes on will increase, that an organisation outside of Yokohama decided we're an unavoidable threat and poisoned the drinks. Don't drink that. Nothing will happen, they'll wake up tomorrow in pristine condition don't drink th-"

Yeah, i feel bad for him too.

He has PTSD and insomnia, besides the hectic brain,

so he's not getting proper amount of rest. Actually, he drinks almost every night by himself at home. Pretty sure it's canon as well, because if you search for a picture of him in his room, you'll see him surrounded by multiple bottles. Two of the PTSD symptoms are hallucinations and night terrors (no, that is not the same as a nightmare). What people usually do is use opium to cause hallucinations in a safe environment so that there's little chance of them happening uncontrolled. He's probably using alcohol to numb himself while he's reminiscing, since if he does still have hallucinations after years having passed by (which isn't impossible), they're probably few and far between. Not saying there's no chance he isn't using opium. He would know where to get what he needs, after all.

Osamu's haunted by his own actions as well, not just by trauma caused to him.

At an uncountable amount of occasions, he found himself looking into a mirror and not really comprehending his image. It was like dissociation. Looking through a fog at what's supposed to be your carbon copy, but not knowing all of your features perfectly, so whatever you're seeing could only be an impostor, yet you're not sure because that would take comprehending physical proof of your life to the fullest and how it works and he just... can't. He can but he doesn't want to. He already knows he's despicable and broken, doesn't really feel the need to see just how much. He can't, for all his perfect memory, remember the faces of the people he has killed. He hadn't even seen all of them, but he was responsible for their demise. Causing havoc and misfortune in general through other crimes besides murder as well. We've seen his expression when he listened in on Atsushi talking to Kyouka over the earpiece how the 35 deaths don't matter anymore. He knows they do and he knows that the change of heart won't justify what he's they've done. Ango thought him to value each life. But he also knows that even murderers can change and become good. Oda did that. It's also what's keeping him in the agency.

When Oda died, his last words mentioned that Dazai doesn't care about good or bad and that was correct for Dazai Osamu back then. I genuinely think that his present self does mind the difference.

He believes in necessary evil and will do dark shit to get the good outcome he's envisioned.

He doesn't separate outlaws and lawful people, however.

He knows that generally speaking, the line is thin and easy to cross and that many were born or forced into the situations they are. Those that fight the life thrown at them are an exception, not a rule. That's also why he likes Atsushi, probably the main reason. The boy has every right to hate the world and yet. Dazai is envious, he doesn't really have the same capacity.

I want now to talk about why does Dazai Osamu do what Dazai Osamu does.

The reason he attempts suicide, joined the mafia, made friends at all, is because for all his intelligence and observations, ability to understand others, he doesn't really understand himself.

He doesn't understand his worth. He doesn't understand his purpose. In all of that confusion, he finds no reason to live. He laughs but can't get the high, he bruises but can't fully heal. In all of the things people find happiness in he can't feel joy from. He is emotionally stunted. He thinks too logically. He doesn't understand actions out of emotions because to him, it doesn't make sense. Emotions cloud your mind and when you're not thinking straight, you make mistakes. Plain and simple. He just accepts it, that most people simply cannot control themselves and prefer lashing out instead of methodical approach. All the better for him, he has leverage. Even when he does act on impulse, which is incredibly rare and not as explosive and dramatic, his brain rationalises it as to why his actions were a good way to go. And if his reaction was one that bore fruit, than it was a tactical one.

"If you place yourself somewhere close to raw emotions, where you're exposed to raw violence and death, instinct and desire, you can brush against man's true nature. I though that way i could find a reason to live somehow."

From this, i can tell that he was hoping that, in a situation where he's pushed far enough, he'd realise what's important to him, what he wants to protect or destroy, what's one thing he wouldn't want to leave unsettled before dying. What is that one thing he'd regret dying before achieving? What should he fight death for. What is worth living on for? To him, it doesn't matter if that something is good or evil as long as he gets to keep it in his life.

It seems he hadn't found it exactly, but is satisfied with what he has for now, in the agency, to just keep going. But he still tries to commit suicide, hoping that one day, when the clear picture of the world around him is fading away, when he's becoming light headed from the lack of oxygen, when he's loosing control over his body and thoughts don't seem to flow well, there will be one thing, anyone, screaming at him to fight it. New day new chances. It didn't happen today, better luck tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomo-.

Now, like Mori, Dazai feels the need to, at all times, be in control of the situation. Including people.

That means no one, but perhaps Ranpo due to his own abnormal intellect, is aware of their own role. They know their mission, but they're not expecting to be given that particular one because they'll come across an obstacle they would react to in a way that would satisfy Osamu's plans.

Dazai Osamu is more of a chemist, than a chess player, if you ask me.

Throwing different people into the mix, under different conditions at different times and is noting down their reactions in safe surrounding if possible, so that when the time calls for it, he'll be able to make a perfect concoction for the predicament. A chemist and his substances; A chess player and his pawns; A puppeteer and his puppets. Now, Dazai is meticulous and never rash, but like everyone else (except effin Lovecraft what is he even) he's only human and he bleeds when he falls down and humans aren't perfect. He isn't always right. That means he makes mistakes. The issue with big shot players that control the board is that, when they fall down, everyone on their side crashes and burns as well. So the day Dazai fucks up everyone else will follow because of lack of insight on their part that's completely out of their control. All it takes is for him to underestimate or overestimate one person and chaos ensues. There is no such thing as happy little accidents small mistakes for someone like him. I have crippling anxiety and a sole thought that one hiccup could blow up in everyone's face... damn. I would try committing suicide myself. But it's his fault, he brought upon himself an obligation and pressure like that. To be fair, it was Mori that drilled that type of thinking where no one should know what you plan because they can't ruin what they don't know If they turn against you, they can't stop you.

For his own sake, and everyone else's, Dazai needs to learn how to show his cards and share the burden.

Again, going back to the emotionally stunted guy that has commitment issues (where he either can't commit or can't let go) trope.

He never outright does something good for someone where people would acknowledge it, he uses his underhanded tactics here as well.

He casually makes himself look like a bad guy, an asshole, to conveniently move attention from the inner turmoil a person is struggling with to a present problem at hand that they can fix and let their frustrations out on. But he hopes that, one day, someone just might notice his intentions for what they are and do the unspeakable- see through him.

"I'm a very private person. You don't ask, i don't tell."

Yes, and your whole existence is just a huge cry for help. He wants to be asked. He's begging for attention. A specific type of attention. One that will see him without making him feel imposed on. One that will understand his sins without making a big deal out of it. Accept him as a person he is, makes him feel like one as well. Makes him feel alive. Makes him feel... period.

The day he finds that thing is the day he completely turns his life around and fully dedicates to it. It's where the part of not being able to let go commitment issue ensues.

Since Oda's death he's been secretly keeping an eye out on possible ways to bring him back. If you've read Beast AU you know that when Dazai gets his hands on the book, he'll create a universe where Oda doesn't die. Should he find an ability user that can bring back the dead, just tell him what it will take, he's ready to destroy his own soul for it and if that isn't enough, well, he'll have no hesitation ruining theirs. After all, BEAST!Dazai Osamu never actually met Odasaku, he just had the memories he'd gotten from his canon self and that was enough for him to do everything he did.

He's incredibly selfish and has a weird come in but the door is a wall dynamic he rolls with in his self imposed solitude.

It's like the walls of the space in my brain are ugly and terrifying, so i closed off the entrance to keep myself in. I'm doing you a favour but please break the wall down and tell me it's okay to come out i don't want to be here-

Happy little thoughts woah woah yeah~

That's what i got from what I've seen of him. I may have missed some things, some things might prove to be wrong as the series progress further, but yeah.

There is, however, one more thing i want to put out here. Since Dazai was already like this before Mori found him, that begs to question as to why? What happened to him?

Now, since the characters are based on real people, is it crazy to say that Dazai Osamu has had a horrible childhood because of his father? Real life Dazai was terrified of his dad and was very intimidated by him. He always tried to stay in his good graces out of fear of punishment. Neither of his parents felt like a parent to him, actually. His father didn't care and his mother was often ill, but did care for him when she could. Both of them died eventually.

This could be the plot Kafka based Dazai's background on, but we'll have to wait and see.

[popopretty]

Hi! Sorry to bother you! First, thank you for all your hard work with the translations !! I would like to ask if is there any information about Chuuya's wings and the rings around him in the last chapter of Stormbringer when he decides to use Corruption? I want to draw the scene but I'm not sure about the details. Thank you if you answer! Love your blog <3

Hi,

Sorry it took so long for me to answer this. I saw the ask but couldn’t find time during the week to check the novel to get the answer. In the end, I decided that I would just translate a small part before and after that scene so you can get a better overview for your art. I am sorry if you have got the answers from someone else already. Also, this part has a short inner convo between Chuuya and Verlaine that I like a lot so I do want more people to read it :)

Feel free to retranslate if you want. Please note that I am not native in either Japanese nor English and may make some mistakes though. Thank you so much.

SPOILERS AHEAD

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Chuuya was floating in the sky, lonely, with his whole body bleeding.

His body was almost at its limit. Because on top of Guivre’s attacks, the powerful gravity that he generated was too much for a delicate human body to withstand. Bruises, dislocations, torn muscles, and broken bones. He was literally just using gravity to support his body and somehow maintain a decent shape.

That figure was more lonely than anyone else in this world.

Those eyes moved. They turned to another lonely figure - The Demonic Beast Guivre.

Chuuya fell forward. And just like that, he accelerated forward. He leaped into the air and plunged into Guivre’s chest as if he was being sucked in by it. He hit it. 

The attack went through the gravitational guard of the beast’s outer skin, and reached the turbidity of time inside. A violent dark wave immediately rushed in and snatched Chuuya’s body away, trying to tear it into pieces.

Arahabaki roared. He squeezed his two hands, creating a black hole. It rotated, and after swallowing up the muddy stream, became huge and brought out a giant photon sphere. The two gigantic forces voided each other one after another. A storm of heat, vacuum and time raged around Chuuya.

Chuuya was watching that in his faint and disappearing consciousness. When he opened the “gate”, he had already handed over the control of his body to Arahabaki. The only thing he could do was to observe the battle. But even that consciousness was nothing more than a spark of light that seemed to be fading away in the midst of the clash between the God and the Demon that was beyond human comprehension.

The black space let out a scream. It sounded like the voice of someone crying out. The voice of the loneliest someone on earth. A voice that seemed to be lost in the black torrent of hatred. But with the energy being consumed by Arahabaki’s photon sphere, that voice finally reached Chuuya’s ears.

“End this already.”, said the voice.

“This beast speaks for my emotions. Why giving birth to me, when I should never have been born in the first place? I am a pitiful soul who holds onto a question that has no answers, hating on my own existence and only getting a sense of my own life by means of assassination.”

“End it, brother. With your own two hands. End this lonely soul who couldn’t believe in this world, who couldn’t believe in human, like you.”

“I know.” Chuuya replied in his consciousness that was about to be blown away.

“You couldn’t bear the loneliness. That’s why you came to Japan. But that is not a bad thing. It’s just that your roll of dice happened to come out bad. It just happened that your dice came up with the lonely “one”, and mine came up differently. I got a side that was blessed with friends. That’s all. Even if our positions were reversed, it would not have been strange at all.”

“Moreover, it’s not just hatred that you have. You actually doesn’t want to hate. That’s why you showed me your memories. You showed me the way to destroy the Demonic Beast of Guivre. Isn’t that right, Verlaine?”

Beyond the storm of the swirling dark torrent, someone’s light was glowing like a shooting star.

Chuuya’s “gate” opened further. The rotating black hole grew even bigger. The photon sphere was now huge enough to overwhelm the space. From Chuuya’s back, a black gravity “control stick” emerged, one on each side. Those were the tails of the beast of Arahabaki. The manifestation of the divine beast burning in black. But it looked just like a pair of wings sprouting from Chuuya’s back.

“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

Chuuya, now with the wings, shouted and raised his two hands upward. With that as a signal, the rotating black hole suddenly became huge. The photon sphere shone like a supernova, and cut the body of the giant beast in half from the inside.

The flattened and crushed black hole which was even larger than the giant beast, together with the photon sphere that was circling and shining around it; they lit up the Yokohama’s night and burnt deeply into the eyes of people.

“That is Arahabaki... Chuuya’s real form?” Dazai who was watching this from the ground, muttered in a voice that sounded like he was delirious from the heat.

Chuuya’s raised arms. The horizontal photon sphere that illuminated the ground. The burning black wings on that back. Chuuya’s face with his eyes closed. The incarnation of a raging God. The black divine beast. 

The Demonic Beast collapsed and was suck into that photon sphere. That was like a process of a positive infinity being cancelled out by a negative infinity. The huge body broke down, its flesh turned into snow-like particles and drifted down to the centre of the photon sphere like gently dancing powder. With the flow of time inside the high gravity area being slower, from the outside, the destruction appeared to be terribly slow, even graceful.

The giant beast was not crying. It just opened its mouth and stood still silently as if accepting its fate. The photon sphere generated from its body engulfed its chest and its waist, then its arms and its legs, and finally shallowed its head. There was not a single sound. A tranquil disappearance. The death of a terribly quiet night that somehow went so well with the moonlight.

Eventually, even the photon sphere reached the end of its life. The rotating black hole collapsed while emitting heat rays. The smaller it become, the more heat it generated, and finally the black hole itself became a giant ball of light containing heat rays. It became a second sun, illuminating the night before finally quietly and gently disappearing.  

After losing his strength, Chuuya drifted in the air for a few seconds, then lost the black wings on his back and slowly fell.

Dazai caught his body.

From the spot where Dazai touched, the nullification skill was activated.　The self-contradictory skill supporting the energy of the singular point receded, and the output of the singular point decreased. Eventually, it converged and the "gate” closed. The red imprints disappeared from Chuya’s whole body. Eventually, the gravitational field disappeared and the complete silence was restored.

“Good job, Chuuya.“ Dazai chuckled, looking at the Chuuya he was holding in his arms. "I forgot to bring my ink pen, so I’ll spare you from having your face scribbled.”

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

Too late | Dazai x reader |

Too late | Mafia Dazai / dazai x fem!reader |

( A very shitty attempt at a song-fic. )

Warnings- toxic relationship (minor mentions of abuse?), death

A brunette sat on the cement. The tan folds of his coat fluttering out behind him. The wind brushed his hair from his face, it stung his eyes and brushed his skin with bitter cold air. His fingers dripped the brightest shade of crimson. His eyes had dilated and shook with shock and fear. The skin his hands desperately held, already losing its warmth. Lips stained the color, as well as the outfit that resembled his own. Those blood-stained lips coughed final words before letting go. How, how had this happened? Why had he never predicted this? Why would you ever do this?

He knew those answers like he knew his own crimes. After all, how could he forget? He’d been the reason you fell, he’d only denied it for years.

The sun fell softly along the stone. A boy, no older than 15, walked along the stone edge of a bridge. His brown locks flying within the wind whilst he adjusted the bandage over his left eye. He paid no mind to you, even as you walked behind him. Your feet carried you on the safer ground, next to the edge. It was common to find the two of them like this. You were always with him, whenever you could be at least. He never seemed to notice you were there; You didn’t mind it though. The rare moments where he did suddenly ask you questions were enough. Rushing to close the distance between you and him, you caught a glance of his eyes darted to the side. He was looking at you, the single eye that showed seemed puzzled, before he parted his lips to talk to you; His arms opened at the same time. Skipping around steps, he smiled, “Hey, why are you still following me, woman? Don’t you have a better hobby than stalking me?” so he did notice you at times.

Flustered you froze before chuckling with a light hum. “No, not really Dazai-san. I think you're interesting! You're the only one I can't read.” you were referring to your ability. It wasn’t much, so you weren't too high up in the ranks. You could read thoughts, see their feelings in the form of aura, and manipulate that aura. So far, you could make people freeze up and lose themself in an overdose of emotions. Also known as individual illusions created by their auras; things only they could see. It was hard to believe you were even in the mafia. Your bubbly appearance and lack of interest in killing made you look harmless. You never killed, but when you worked with another they sure had an opening to kill.

Dazai leaned down so he leveled with you. “I wonder, have you ever thought of using that ability to induce such outrageous depression, one acts on it?” blushing you took several steps back shaking your head.

“N-no, sir! I d-don’t think I could do that. Well, if Dazai-san really wanted me to, I-I could try it for him!” What were you saying? Knowing this demon prodigy, you’d probably end up not meeting the expectation and ending up punished. Though, would that be so bad?

He puffed his cheeks out, jumping from the edge to land in front of you. With a half-smile, he flicked your forehead. “You keep doing the opposite of what I predict. I really can’t get a read on you.” turning away you covered your face.

“I-is that a compliment?” you mumbled, looking through your fingers. He shrugged, jumping back to the ledge. His eyes lost their glimmer as he looked down. He seemed to be judging the distance; With a heavy sigh, he looked back to the sky.

“If only this was a little higher. I think falling into the water and dying right away, without the pain of falling to the ground, would be okay. I’d drown unconscious, how peaceful that would be.” you didn’t respond as he turned and began walking again.

~

Year after year you walked by his side, growing with him. Slowly that bubbly gaze began to fade ever so slightly. The fun-filled times like the day on the bridge no longer existed.

My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost

Standing next to the demon prodigy you stretched out your hand with a sigh. “Ability: vortex of emotions.” from the shadows you worked alongside him. The enemy's hands reached their head. A perching scream echoing as they turned their gun to themselves. Looking to the side your eyes met the brunettes; They were colder than they were a year ago. Sighing, he raised his pistol and shot. He pushed past you, and you followed numbly.

I need to feel something, 'cause I'm still so far from home

Entering the box he called his home, his hands grabbed your waist pulling you towards him. His fingers lifting your chin. The flutter of your heart pounded against your chest, the closer his face came to yours. “You really should stop following me everywhere. If you won’t at least try to kill.”

Cross your heart and hope to die. Promise me you'll never leave my side

Nodding as he released you, he sat at his desk. “Mori won’t be happy that we clocked out so early.” he leaned back groaning. “Found a new suicide method? I don’t want to deal with his annoying voice tomorrow!” his older persona slipped through. The light in his eyes spread before it disappeared with your silence. Yet despite that, there was a caring hint to his posture. The way his hands moved softly, how he traced your bow. How he exhaled with a sigh when you closed the door

Show me what I can't see when the spark in your eyes is gone

~

Another year went by with a soft ease. You stood in Mori's office, a blank expression on your face. You were sure you were dead. Messing up like this, letting somebody get away. You were shaking, unsure why your breaths still rang. The doors opened to the brunette mafioso. Dressed in all black, a short ginger walked at his side. The way your emotions suddenly changed was unnoticed by everybody but Dazai. His eyes set in glares as you looked away. Your heart raced, why was it you still felt like this? He treated you as a pawn, yet you still ached to kiss him. Mori blamed your failure on Dazai’s lack of discipline with you. “I’ve been more than lenient with how she follows you around. If this happens again, it will be you who pays the price Dazai.'' Why did this have to happen in front of the ginger? His eyes looked at you with sympathy. It was weird to see such a thing. Dazai rolled his eyes stepping closer to the ginger as his eyes darted to you. Puffing your cheeks out you looked away.

Once you were in his office, he practically pulled you by the ear. Pushing you to the floor with his frustration. “I don’t understand why I keep you around! All you seem to do is put me in situations that bore me to death!”

You've got me on my knees I'm your one man cult

You looked up with begging eyes. “Please, I’m sorry Dazai-san! Please forgive me! I’ll do better! Please don’t leave me.” he was the first person to ever make you feel real emotions. Fear, excitement, lust, love, heartache, despair. He gave it all to you.

Cross my heart and hope to die Promise you I'll never leave your side

It was an unexpected look, an unexpected plea. His eyes showed excitement. “There, there’s the reason! You can’t stop doing the opposite of my expectations, every time I think you’ll do something, you manage to shock me, even in this kind of situation! I wonder, would you commit suicide if I died? It would be so unexpected!” his voice was full of wonder as he lifted your chin using the front of his foot.

Looking at him he smirked. He'd known, all along, about your feelings. He teased you all the time, but maybe he could finally get an expected reaction from you. It would be possible to toy with you. Maybe then he’d be satisfied with you. “Would you ever be only mine? Something only for my eyes?” with wide eyes you nodded.

Cause I'm telling you you're all I need I promise you you're all I see

With a smile, you brought your hands to press against your chest. With a desperate smile, your eyes filled with that childish light from when you were 15. “Even if I'm only being used for your satisfaction, it would be all I need! You're the only one for me." Once more he was shocked by the response. Nearly losing the balance he had, his hand reached to his face a soft snicker leaving his lips.

“You’re utterly helpless.” he hummed, removing his foot from under your chin. “Come here darling~” he was certainly stressed today. A little fun wouldn’t hurt, right? “Tell me you’ll never leave.” he hummed holding your chin within his fingers. The blush on your cheeks darkening in your complexion.

'Cause I'm telling you you're all I need I'll never leave

His lips met yours. Shivering you closed your eyes, letting a tear fall. You wished he truly loved you back.

~

Another year passed, you stayed by him no matter what he did. He was crueler than ever. He often left you at night to go hang out in a bar. Those nights were lonely but a ginger often peeped in to see you. “You look like hell.” he would always tell you how messed up you looked. “Why do you stay by him?”

The images passed by your head. The boy you fell in love with. The young 15-year-old. The one with a smile that would show itself here and there. The young boy who jokes around, the carefree one. You picture the feeling of his fingers over yours. Cold yet so warm in those years.

So you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand

“I love him.” you hummed watching the male drop a bottle of wine in your lap. He walked out leaving the gift. He knew you understood how cruel he was. He had never really pitied anybody before but you… you were something he pitied. A demon prodigy's toy, your relationship was nothing more than toxic.

I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell And you can throw me to the flames

Sipping on the wine you drank yourself drunk. “I love him… he loves me. I love him. He loves me, I know he does. I’ve seen some softness in those harsh eyes.” you wiped the tears looking up to the ceiling. What had you gotten yourself into? Why did your heart have to play you like this?

I will follow you, I will follow you

~

He stood looking so conflicted, broken, and unsure. It wasn’t the first time you saw him without the bandages but it was the first time your dull lifeless eyes saw him this vulnerable. “Figures, you do follow me everywhere.” his voice was blank of anything; You could no longer read his voice.

Come sink into me and let me breathe you in

It was true, you needed him, so of course you followed him everywhere. “Go, we’re done! I’m not going back! This is all Mori's fault! He’d be alive if it weren't for inviting that damn organization here!” he was upset, yet he seemed so confused. Like a child, he had no grip on what he was feeling. Was he angry, grieving, sad? He couldn’t tell.

You ran to him wrapping arms around him. “I will go with you! I will follow you!”

I'll be your gravity, you be my oxygen.

You'd hold him down during this pain. You’d help him achieve whatever it was that he needed. “Even if it is death, I will not leave.”

So dig two graves 'cause when you die I swear I'll be leaving by your side

With a soft sigh, he pushed you away. “That changes nothing, follow if you have to but I never loved you.” you backed away smiling you curtsied.

“I know Dazai, I know you never did and never could. You are a demon prodigy, one that can’t understand his own feelings. I wish I could help, but your gift cancels mine out.” your voice was sweet as honey, but he shed you no more glances as he walked away. Following him, you sighed.

~

Two years later your empty eyes sat at an agency desk, you'd bought an outfit to match his. Those feelings refused to leave you even after all this time. They surged more than ever. He was like his 15-year-old self again, different but at least there was life in his eyes. He laughed and flirted just as he did those years ago.

So you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand

You looked to the cafe waitress’s hand, then your own. How you wished to be her. You stood up, walking out and to the office of the agency, sitting in your chair, Kyouka walked up to you. She once had your eyes. Dull, lifeless, broken, but then Atsushi seemed to save her. “Do you love him?” she asked tilting her head as you looked from your phone to her, you sighed.

“Yes, but I'll suffer for life over this. I had my chance and now it’s gone.”

I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell

She set down a small piece of paper. “I found this.'' She tried to give you a smile that wasn’t pity. They often asked why you always looked so disturbed. Maybe it was the fact you were really all alone now?

And you can throw me to the flames

A tear dropped from your eye. Something, a feeling you hadn’t had in so long. It was worth it, these empty dull years. “A tossed away letter to apologize.” you held it to your chest.

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I will follow you so you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand

You found yourself alone on a mission. This was assigned to both you and Dazai, but he had other things he wanted to be doing. Neither of you knew how dangerous this was. He had not batted an eye at this mission. It was simple, a simple recovery mission. A ransom kidnapping, simple in and out. You could handle it without being seen. You ached for the warmth of his hand. A little light lifted your eyes as you stepped into the building.

When his fingers opened his phone accepting the call, he nearly fell over dead. The mission you were attending wasn’t a retrieval; It was a set-up. Despite how careful he'd been, somebody had found out about you. More so his past with you. His mind was too focused on you to think of who let it slip.

I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell And you can throw me to the flames

Dazai pushed past the doors too late. This was his fault, all of this. The loss of your true self.

I will follow you, I will follow you I will follow you, I will follow you

You'd always said you would follow him. It was always like that. He had taken years to figure out why he never ignored or let you go. He was selfish, he had grown attached. Ango and Oda had even offered the thought. The thought that, maybe in this heart; swallowed by black, he loved you.

It was his turn to feel desperate as he dropped down. The blood flowing from your stomach in spurts.

So you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand

He held your hand in his while also trying to keep the bleeding down. “I’ll get help! Just hang on, we just need Yosano!” it was the first time your heart slowed like this; The first time you could read him like a book.

I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell And you can throw me to the flames

Your hand was growing cold, your breathing staggered. You looked to be in so much pain. “No, I won't be that long. You should leave, you don’t love me so…” your voice trailed off as your head tilted to look at his cheeks. Tears… there were tears.

He shook his head pressing your hand to his forehead. “I will follow you.”

Your eyes widened as a light chuckle left your lips, “I will follow you.” you hummed, as the crimson left your lips. He was forced to watch you die in his arms. There was one final look on your face. A giant smile, a real smile on your lips. “I love you Osa…��� then, you were gone.

Another, another friend in his arms, dead. No, you are more than a friend. “I… I love you.” he’d never said those words, and it didn’t matter now. There was no going back. He held you to him, cold and motionless.

Somebody from the mafia had done this. Somebody would probably be Mori… he’d dropped this low before, it wouldn’t shock him if he were trying to drive Dazai to murder again; To get him kicked from the light.

For you, for the wish left by Oda, he wouldn’t let himself fall that low. He’d be strong.