#WHY did he say it like that!! ''atsushi i'm going home to sleep come with me ��'' WHAT

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Someone's last crush didn't live up to the hype 😬

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hey I was wondering if you could do some siblings Headcanons with ADA(you can pick any members of ADA you don’t have to do all if you don’t want to 🩵)

Armed Detective Agency sibling edition!

I'm so sorry this took so long to make wjjwjeiej

I'm so sorry I keep forgetting about this

Spoilers to recent chapters(?)

Akiko Yosano

Probably the younger one.

100% talk shit about people and gossip a lot.

Go to the mall a lot and spoil you rotten sometimes.

Helps with your makeup if female.

Male, she would teach ya if you want!

Favorite beloved sibbing, she would worry a lot for you thought. He probably loses her shit if you two were spilled framing the Agency frame up.

Also, ranpo likes some brother to you in a sense.

You probably work with her as an assistant nurser.

If you ever hurt, she helps you on the easy side of her ability. :]

You survive this one only because she loves you a lot.

Would probably read you to sleep when younger.

She is great with comforting you since she is a doctor, after all. Makes you tea or stays near you if you want. She gives comforting words as she hugs you close and rubs your back.

10/10

Best gossip, buddy!

Atsushi Nakajima

Younger.

I say younger because you probably got kicked out the orphanage with him. Since they thought they might as well kill two birds with one stone.

When he ends up joining the Agency, then Koyo comes along spoils you both with his allowance even if you stay no. He wants you to have a better childhood than he had. As is willing to stand by that.

When he turned into a tiger around dazai, the tiger probably didn't even bat an eye in your direction. If I did it, just sniff you or tired to attack dazai more if he had your smaller form in your arms. Thinking you were being put in danger.

When the Agency frame up happened, he was losing it. Where did you go? Are you ok? When he did see you again, he probably almost crushed you tackling you like he did to Kunikida.

Respectfully, sleep in the closet. I don't know why just does it because he feels you should be treated right compared to him.

Small outings when he is not too busy with work.

I would see him keeping his sibbing around the agency not to babysit you but to keep you safe and younger. You can't work their as of yet. Way too young. Around the age of 10 or 9.

Comfort isn't one of his strong holds but would be there eig you wanted him there. He full on supports and loves you, and his shoulder would be there to cry on if you need it. All you have to do is just come to him, and he wouldn't turn you down.

9/10

does his best, and that's what's matters just. Don't die on him, ok?

Doppo Kunikida/kinda Fukuzawa, in a sense.

Mix. I can see him having a younger sibbing but at the same time Older and had moved on with their life.

A lot of things happen is his life already, making him busy. He might make phone calls on the weekends to you. You probably live around his family since he doesn't have much time from the agency to really fit a sibbing into his schedule. Like he does mean to come off like that, just a busy man.

Dead ass no one knew he had a sibbing till dazai read about it in his ideals.

The call very rarely comes home. Mabye Sometimes, on holidays, it would take off, but very rarely.

If you're older than him, then yes.

I would say he is very quiet about it. Like when he hugs Aya(?). He just hugged you close and gently patted your hair as you cried on him.

5/10

Would give him higher, but this man is more busy in the Agency for some time with his family, sorry. :[

Jun'ichirō Tanizaki & Naomi

Middle child.

Yup, I said it middle child treatment tbh/j na they drag you along everywhere.

You probably stick around them a lot because you have nothing better to do.

I strongly believe that when Naomi acts the way she does. Side eyes. Made Atsushi every confused on the whole family. Making Jun'ichirō worried as hell. Naomi takes you shopping a lot or to have a girl time with her. So yea, it just a chill with them.

During the frame up. You're with Naomi, so you're safe and ok.

Yes, you work with them, but like the role of Naomi, just a small time intern, but if you have an ability, you work with Jun'ichirō.

I would say it's deepening who is there. If the two of them are their they group hug, one is there, and there would hug you still till you feel better.

8/10

Would rate higher, but that whole sibbing thing....yea *holds up cross.*

Kenji Miyazawa

Yonger.

Talks about the farm a lot. Who would know kenji better than no other than you! His yonger sibbing.

You probably come to see the city or he comes home to the farm when he cans to see all the animals and his family.

I would say no only for the fact that someone has to help take care of the crops and animals back home.

I can see it going two says. Crying with you or hugging you and telling you it's ok as he sings you a melody to help calm you down more.

10/10

I can't say anything wrong he the best just doesn't come home lot. [[I'm a kenji stan]]

Kyōka Izumi

Hard since her family died, I see older and you were out at college or something, so you weren't home at the time to know what happened.

You send messages a lot to her, and since you can't drop out of college to go see her, it makes it hard. Try to make Vists during your break to see her.

You meet Atsushi, and well happy to know she is in good hands.

Probably not to work with her since you're in college to go live your life and dream job.

Pats your back as she sits next to you in silence. Since you don't see her a lot, she can't comfort you as you do to her.

9/10

Can't be there all the time for her as much as it hurts.

Osamu Dazai

Younger.

I see a younger sibbing only for the resson you probably would if been more easy hidden or unexpected since dark. Ark dazai would have kept you home. Present dazai would try to make amends for what he did and try to be the best big brother he can. After all it, the world vs. you two, it seems at times.

You live with him since he doesn't like anyone else around so he can actually relax.

Probably work with him, Kunikida pairs you two up since he can't stand dazai shit sometimes.

During the frame up, he was kinda losing his shit. He was happy when ango said you were with him. If anyone did dare hurt you. The whole scene with the ada kicking down doors. Yea, but imagine him just doing that himself.

He is not to best at comforting, but he would pull you close with his own somber look as he rubs your back telling you it's ok. That nothing will hurt you when he is around.

7/10

He keeps making f--king dad jokes all the time. But he is trying.

Ranpo Edogawa

Younger

Probably shit talk people with Yosano and dazai. You guys are living, working, and going out together.

He makes you carry him on his back. Don't worry he do it back with you. Just give him directions and maybe toss in some money to get snacks, and you got yourself a deal. He is the best brother since he doesn't want your guys' parents' desth being a big total on you. He did step up when they died to make sure you stayed safe.

9.5/10

I would say in comfort he would tell you it is not much to be crying over. But if you're really bad, he pulls you close and gets you to calm down first. Then, offer snacks the only time. (He actually shares a lot with you just in more private times)

He was worried the whole time paranoid and everything. Slight panic when he didn't see you. It was scary to see your brother practical not eat sweets or chips since he was so busy trying to keep the ada from not dieing.

Didn't share a piece of chocolate cake with you one time. But yeah, you guys get a father.

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Here is a skk fic im working on. Its a little strange because its the first one i did and i have it switching POVs so im sorry if thats annoying.

TWS- Men being queer, Being really sick, Throwing up, suicidal topics

Dazai POV:

"At-su-shiii.." 

I said looking at the boy who was sweating nervously. 

"Y..yes dazai san..?"

 Atsushi asked me.

 "Youuuu should do my paperwork for me!" 

I smiled widely at him. 

"Dazai san I have a life too you know. I can’t always do it for you.." 

Atsushi said, smiling warmly as he declined my request. 

"Very well..I guess I'll be here late.."

 I chuckle to myself as I do work for once in my life.. 

It was around midnight when I finished the stacks of paper I had let build up on my desk…

I sighed and stretched…That's when I felt a pain in my side.. 

It was probably nothing. I thought as I grabbed my things and closed up the office. 

As I walked home though I had a headache and I felt a bit warm.

 I assumed it was just the weather changing or seasonal allergies, nothing too bad…

But oh boy. Was I wrong.

3rd person POV:

As Dazai walked to work the next day he felt incredibly ill..the headache he hoped would go away after sleep did not. And he felt very hot, in fact he was so hot he didn't even grab his trenchcoat that he is almost never seen without. As he entered the agency he almost collapsed in his chair. Sitting down with a loud groan. "You good dazai?" 

Ranpo asked,  it came out a bit muffled as a lollipop was in his mouth. 

"Yes..Im okay" 

Dazai says resting his head on the edge of the desk. The desk was cold which made his warm head feel better.

"I should get doctor Yosano. You look like you need a check up." 

Kenji said, smiling as he jumped up and ran to the infirmary.

-20 minutes later-

Dazai had been sat at the cot as Yosano did a check up on him.

"Dazai. Why the hell did you come to work today with a temperature of 98°??"

"I'm just a little sick, it's fine." 

Dazai said, holding his chest tightly.

"Go home dazai. This is bad..I can drive you there but you're super ill." 

She said resting a hand on his shoulder. Dazai flinched back. 

"I’m fine. Yosano. I appreciate the care. But I don't need it. I'm just a bit sick. I will be fine." 

Dazai goes to stand up but quickly falls back onto the bed as his legs are too weak to hold him up.

"See. You're sick." 

"Just because I fell doesn't mean I'm sick." 

Dazai snapped back. He wasn't usually like this. But he just felt angry for no reason.. 

"Dazai. I'll have Atsushi walk you home.. I just remembered I have work.. And you're not fighting me on this. You're going home." 

Yosano said in a tone that gave even dazai chills. 

"Very well." 

He sighed upset. 

A few moments later he was walking with Atsushi. Leaning on him for support. 

"Are you sure you're alright Dazai-San?" 

Atsushi asked worry hinted in his tone

"Yes. I'm fine. I'm just a little sick.." 

Dazai said. Anger hinted in his voice. He wasn't sure where the anger was coming from but it was there..

Eventually dazai convinced Atsushi he would be alright. And that he could leave himself alone. Once dazai was alone however. He felt ill. He didn't know what he did that could have gotten him this sick. He thought back on the days. Maybe it was the water from that drowning attempt. Maybe it was the raw fish in the sushi he convinced Kunikida to buy. Maybe just maybe it was chibi. 

"I bet his terrible attitude has made me ill" 

Dazai said to himself resting on the cold tile floor to make his warm body feel better. 

He laid there for a while. Every time he tried to move he felt as if he was going to throw up. He didn't want to take any medications as he had too big of an ego for that. 

As his mind rambled he kept going back to the thought of chuuya. Maybe he would help… This thought caused dazai to laugh out loud which he regretted instantly as a pain filled his chest. The floor suddenly felt too hot to lay on. He pushed himself up and wobbled to the bathroom.

He sat next to the toilet, his knees to his chest as he hid his mouth in his arms trying not to throw up. He felt hot and cold at the same time. He wanted to just die already. This pain was unbearable. Not only that but everytime he breathed his stomach churned and cramped… 

"Ughh.."

He groaned.

"Fuck this hurts alot…"

He whined leaning his head into his arms. His sick fatigued body just wanted rest. Eventually he fell asleep laying on some bath mats in the bathroom.

-3 AM that morning-

He woke up to his stomach spinning. He felt himself gag. And start breathing heavily. He leaned over the toilet as he gagged. But nothing came out. His throat hurt as tears filled up the corners. He never cried. No matter the pain. But his sick body wouldn't let him hold back his emotions. Eventually after what seemed like forever he finally threw up.. he leaned over the toilet after still breathing heavily. He knew that he should tell someone he threw up. But he really didn't want pity right now. So he did the logical thing. 

Call the one person who couldn’t care less.

Nakahara Chuuya.

Chuuya POV: 

I was sitting on my bed mindlessly scrolling on my phone because…I wanted to. When A certain Mackerel called me. 

naturally like any good person would. 

I declined it.

 My day had been good, it's not gonna get worse.. I went back to scrolling then he called again….And again….And again…

"Jesus..what the hell does he even need?" 

I said as I stared at the ringing phone

"...."

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT SHITTY MACKEREL?!" 

I yelled as I answered the phone.

"H..Heyyyy Chi-" 

Dazai was cut off by a gag. Then I heard the sounds of throwing up.

"oh fuck. Gross." 

I said, holding my hand over my mouth. 

"Sorry chibi.." 

He coughed as he spoke. 

"You sound like shit." 

I say holding my stomach with one hand. 

"Yeah. I couldn't tell…Anyway. You should. Come over and help me out..Please." 

Dazai said. He sounded like he meant it. But I bet he was just fucking with me.

"Sorry. You're sick. You deal with it. Goodbye." 

I said hanging up, not listening to him.

I sat there for a few minutes staring at the end call screen. I thought about his voice. The sounds. Everything sounded legit…Maybe he was sick…No that's not possible, Dazai never gets sick that badly. Besides, he would've called someone more important. Like the agency..Or I don't know. Not me. He knows I dont give a shit. I mean. It’s not like I'm actually gonna go help. He doesn't deserve it. He left me alone. Why should I help?

3rd person POV:

Dazai sat on the floor of the bathroom. The same spot he had been for the past 8 hours. When there was a knock at his door. He forced himself up using the bathtub as support as he slowly walked to the front door. 

He slowly cracked it. And there stood a ginger. Short as can be looking as grumpy as ever. He opened the door more still Leaning on it for full support. 

"Hey there chibi…" 

Dazai said in a hoarse voice.

"Move you suicidal Maniac."

Chuuya said walking past dazai. He went straight to the kitchen and grabbed something. Dazai sat at the couch and leaned on the armrest.

A few moments later chuuya came back with some water and a container of medicine. 

"Take it you fucking fish." 

He said holding the water cup and pills in front of dazai. 

"No..I don't need them." 

Chuuya stared at the man who just threw up on a call not even 30 minutes ago. 

"Dazai just take the fucking medication. It will help I swear."

Chuuya said, holding the pills closer to dazai's face. 

"No. I don't need them. I told you I'll be okay without them."

Dazai said, looking away from the ginger with a pouty face. Chuuya sighed in anger. 

"Fine" 

Chuuya said, taking a gulp of water and putting the pills in his mouth. He had to be quick so they didn’t disintegrate in the water. 

He grabbed Dazai by the chin, forcing his face to look at him. Then with no explanation kissed dazai. Dazai made a small grunt which was enough to get chuuya to get the pills in dazai's mouth. Dazai swallowed and pulled back breathing heavily. 

"Ugh. Fuck you. It would've been easier if you took them normally." 

Chuuya said, crossing his arms and walking back to the kitchen. 

Dazai just sat there confused and a bit warm although he was sure he had broken the fever…

Chuuya stayed in the kitchen screaming at himself on the inside. He had no idea why the hell he kissed dazai. He tried convincing himself it wasn't a kiss it was merely a mouth to mouth like lifeguards do. He needed to help so that's why he did that. <I know what you are, chuuya>. Chuuya heard dazai groan and walked back over to him. 

"Why are you making so much noise..Just die slowly." 

Chuuya said sitting on the couch a few spots away separating the two.

"Gee thanks chibi."

Dazai said, leaning back on the sofa. 

"What's wrong with you anyway P.O.S?" 

Chuuya asked, looking at the unnaturally super pale brunette. 

"I'm sick, what else shorty?" Dazai said looking at him dead faced then going back to holding his stomach. Chuuya stared at the brunette then scoffed looking away. 

“Your an ass you know that” 

He grumbled. Dazai coughed and gave a weak smile.

“Yeah I know”

Chuuya looked at Dazai. He watched the brunette shiver. 

“Are you cold?”

Chuuya asked, looking at him with a raised brow. Dazai was holding his chest shivering.

“No, I'm okay.” 

Dazai lied holding himself tightly. Chuuya stared at the brunette. He sighed and moved closer to the taller one holding him tightly in a warm embrace. Dazai’s eyes widened as the ginger held him. 

“What the hell are you doing chibi?!”

He said trying to move but his fatigued body combined with the Chuuya tight hold on him, He couldn't. 

“Shut up mackerel. You are freezing. So stop being a little bitch and stay here.”

Chuuya grumbled leaning back holding the taller one’s back while Dazai laid there on his chest shivering. 

Dazai POV:

I laid there on Chibi's chest listening to his heartbeat. As much as I hated it. It was warm… Ugh this slug is gonna get it when I feel better.

“You slug this is gay” 

“Shut the fuck up.”

I grumbled something then went back to listen to his heart beat. It was a good distraction from my stomach hurting. 

Eventually I fell asleep…

-One hour later-

I woke up still cuddled with Chuuya. Who seemed to be still asleep. I managed to get up without waking him. Which wasn't hard cause he was such a deep sleeper. I walked to the bathroom. And looked in the mirror. My hair had been a mess, it was all disheveled and greasy. My face looked paler than usual, I had sunken cheekbones and My eye bags were far worse than they usually are. I turned the faucet on and put warm water on my face. I looked back up at the mirror. 

Chuuya POV:

I woke up to a loud crashing sound from the bathroom. I shot up from the couch and noticed Dazai wasn't sitting there. 

“That shitty mackerel.” 

I grumbled walking to the bathroom. I tried to open the door but it was locked, 

“Hey open the door Dazai.” 

I said jiggling the handle. There was just silence back.

“Dazai im not fucking joking open the door.”

I said forcefully trying to open it. 

“DAZAI OPEN THE DOOR”

I yelled banging on the door again. 

Still no answer. I stood there conflicted. Do I leave him alone or do I try to open it.. 

"This bitch better be dying or I'm gonna be pissed."

I grumbled kicking the door, It flew open. And I saw Dazai leaning over the bathtub. He had a pair of scissors in his hand and bandages were on the floor. 

"...." 

I stood there. Shaking. I stared at him, my legs not moving. Finally my legs let me move. I ran over pulling him into my lap. As I did this I saw blood on his head. With cuts all on his wrists. He was breathing. Barely.

"Dazai..What the fuck." 

I said, still shaking. I held him tight to my chest. Eventually after I gathered myself I sat him up against the wall. And grabbed some bandages laying on the floor. I wrapped them along his arms and around his head. 

"Chibi?" 

He muttered, opening his eyes to me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" 

I said holding his face with my hands.

“I didn't mean to fall…”

He said looking at me with a sly smile. It was definitely faked.

“FALL? THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M WORRIED ABOUT DUMBASS.”

I yelled, holding him tighter.

"Do you know how fucking worried I was?! And I'm never worried about you."

I yelled, holding his face tight. He just stared at me. With those stupid brown eyes.

"I'm sorry Chuuya."

He said resting his hands on mine. I scoffed. 

"It's gonna take a lot more than an apology." 

I said narrowing my eyes at him

"To bad im sick I had just the idea"

He said with a sly smile. I stared at him unphased 

"I hate you. Now take your medicine." I said picking him up as if he was a wet cat. He squirmed a bit. I ignored it. 

"Take it." 

I said handing it to him. After twenty minutes of arguing he took the medicine. He fell asleep shortly after. I sighed as I looked at the bandages on his body.

“Stupid mackerel.”

I mumbled holding him close.

3rd person POV:

Chuuyas phone rang for the 5th time. He finally woke up and answered it.

“What.”

He grumbled as dazai rested on him.

“You havent shown up to work in 3 days what the fuck!? Where are you?!””

A worried yet angry female yelled. Chuuyas eyes widened.

“3 days?! Shit has it really been that long….” 

He mumbled.

“Sorry Kouyou.. I've been helping a friend out….”

He sighed, rubbing his head.

“You? Help someone?”

She scoffed. 

“I’ll let Mori know you're busy for the rest of the day. But you Have to come in soon.”

She sighs hanging up. Chuuya put his phone away and rested against the couch. 

“Those detectives are probably worried…Maybe I should call them…”

He muttered. Suddenly a knock was heard at the door. He looked at dazai and carefully moved him. He walked over to the door yawning. He cracked open the door so only a bit of his face was seen.

“Hello? Dazai-San?”

A voice said shakily. Chuuya opened the door.

“Dazai is resting. What can I do for you atsushi?”

He says looking at him with a small smile on his face. Atsushi gasped a bit, probably surprised that a port mafia executive was there. But he relaxed a bit and smiled. 

“Hello Chuuya-San.”

He said with a small bow.

“What do you need, kid?”

“I was just checking on Dazai-San, he hasn't answered any calls. And he hasn't showed up to work..”

He mumbled rubbing the back of his head nervously.

“Yeah..He got pretty sick. But he is doing better..”

Chuuya said, looking the weretiger up and down.

“Oh! That's great!”

He smiled a big smile causing chuuya to chuckle. Thinking of last night. That was not a “Great” Experience. But he didn't want to worry the tiger.

“Indeed. I would let you in. But I would have to check with dazai and he is still asleep.”

Chuuya gives a small smile. Just then a hand wrapped around his waist (atsushi couldn't see)

“Hello atsushi”

A weak voice came from dazai who had rested his chin on chuuyas shoulder. 

“Dazai?!”

Atsushi and Chuuya said in surprise. 

“Why aren't you sleeping…”

Chuuya said, side eyeing him.

“Cause I don't wanna,”

He said with a sly smile before directing his attention to Atsushi.

“Hello ‘sushi”

He smiles weakly

“Hello Dazai! Are you feeling better?”

“I am thank you.”

Dazai smiles, tightening his grip on Chuuyas waist earning a small grunt from Chuuya who tried to hide it as a cough.

“Well I brought you some soup if you want some”

He smiled while holding it out to Chuuya and Dazai.

“Ah thank you Atsushi”

Chuuya smiled while taking the soup. They all said goodbye and closed the door. 

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Executive Dazai

(A/N: R.I.P. me trying to write comedy! Also sorry for any typos sometimes I miss things. Anyway let's gooo)

Under cut due to length (4,154 words)

Atsushi's P.O.V

"Gah! Where is that slacker!?" I hear Kunikida-san mumbling from his desk. He holds a stack of reports, and I walk over to offer to help fill some.

He sees me, an angry look in his eyes. I know it isn't for me but it's still intimidating. "Yah, Atsushi-kun!" I can't help jumping at his raised voice.

"Y-yes Kunikida-san?"

"Have you seen Dazai recently?" His phrasing is formal as usual but his tone is full of all the anger and frustration and exasperation that comes from working with the suicidal detective.

"No . . . you don't think something's happened to him, do you?"

He huffs, adjusting his eyeglasses and crosses something out in his notebook. (There goes his schedule.) "No, I'm sure that he is fine, but these reports need to be filled."

"Oh, okay then. I can just do Dazai-san's report for now."

"You are too kind Atsushi, you shouldn't enable him."

"Well, I-I . . . I just want to help out is all."

Kunikida-san shakes his head but lets me take the reports.

—-------- Three Days later —-------

It's been a week since anyone has heard anything from Dazai-san. I trust Kunikida-san, but I'm starting to get worried for my mentor. Kunikida-san is not worried . . . he's FURIOUS!!!

At first he ignored it, saying that that fool can do whatever the hell he wants and it's no matter to him, but the paperwork is piling up and most of the other members who've finished all of their work, paper or otherwise, are on vacation this week.

Yosano is going to some spa resort with one of her friends.

Ranpo is going to Disney World with Poe.

Kenji is visiting his grandparents back in his hometown, for the summer festival. He promised to bring back the biggest watermelon he can find.

The Tanazakis are going camping.

Kunikida doesn't know how to take breaks.

I'm helping him because I have nowhere to go and not enough money even if I did have somewhere to go. -^T-T^-

Dazai-san is nowhere to be seen.

"Have you just tried calling Dazai-san?"

"You think he picks up?" I can tell his question is a rhetorical one.

"He- he hung up on you? But . . .?"

"He has no respect, the useless fool."

"Oh." I don't really know what I should say to that. "You know Kunikida-san, maybe, you could just go to his house or something."

His head perks up, "Ah yes, Atsushi-kun! That is a great idea! Why didn't I think of that?" He adjusts his glasses and I smile at the praise. Kunikida's face falls. "But we don't have his address."

"Really? I thought everyone lived in the dorms?"

"No, not Dazai. For all I know he sleeps on a futon under a big tree in some park."

"Whaaa!"

"Or a shack, maybe a garbage bin, I bet he finds that nice and cosy."

"Dazai-san is homeless!" I say, not believing the words.

Kunikida-san only laughs, "Pffft! That idiot is richer than all of us, of course he has a home. I just don't know where it is. Well . . . it wouldn't be surprising if he just chooses to be homeless though. I wonder . . ." He opens his laptop, searching for a list of known street vagrants/beggars in Yokohama.

"Damn! Nothing. Now where could that bastard possibly live?"

We're both very invested at this point so we dig up the company employee records, thankfully Kunikida-san insists on keeping neat, meticulous ones. 

"Oh, look at this. An address not far from here."

"Let's go." Kunikida-san is already out the door, he looks ready to beat the crap out of Dazai-san when we find him.

—

We pull up at the small olive green house. It doesn't look like where someone rich would live but it looks cosy (certainly more so than a bin).

Kunikida-san jumps out of the car and starts pounding on the door. "Dazai, open up you sorry brat! We know you're in there! Come out RIGHT THIS INSTANT SO I CAN BEAT YOU WITH MY NOTEBOOK!!!" I can practically see the idealist's veins bulging.

The door opens and out steps . . . an old lady.

Kunikida-san and I both flush tomato red with embarrassment. 

"Well, hello. Aren't you two girls pretty? I don't have my wallet just now. If you'll give me a moment to get it, I'd be happy to buy some cookies from you." She disappears back into the house leaving Kunikida-san and I confused.

"Wha-"

She comes back smiling at Kunikida-san, "So what types of cookies do you two ladies have today?"

"Um actually ma'am, we're not Girl Guides*."

(A/N: *Girl Scouting was first introduced to Japan by Miss Muriel Greenstreet, a British missionary teacher, in 1919. The Movement gradually spread and in 1920 took the name Nihon Joshi Hododan (Girl Guides of Japan))

"Oh." she looks disappointed, "Well that's alright, how may I help you."

"For starters, my colleague and I are both very sorry for causing such a ruckus earlier. We thought someone else was dwelling here. We're looking for that person, a man named Dazai Osamu. We believe he used to live here."

"Oh, Dazai-san. Ah, yes he and his husband were such nice people. They helped me set up the house after I bought it from them. I always wonder what's happened to them."

Neither of us understand her words. Kunikida-san finally breaks the silence. "His . . . husband?"

"Oh yes, a lovely boy. Strangest hair I've ever seen but a great kid. They said they were buying a bigger house somewhere less crowded. Just out of the city I think, I always told them that there was nothing much there, lot's of crime, but they were determined. Something to be said about youth, I suppose." She smiles fondly, as if thinking of her own children.

We're both shocked at this news but we can't exactly question her.

"Thank you, for your help ma'am, if you know the exact name of the place could you please write it down."

"Oh yes, sure thing. Nothing bad has happened to them, right?"

Kunikida-san hesitates, "No."

"Oh good." she says handing him the piece of paper. He nods and we both bow, he sticks the paper in his notebook.

"Good day ma'am." I tell her and she waves sweetly.

—

When we're back in the car I sigh. "Well that was . . . unexpected. I had no idea Dazai-san liked men. You wouldn't know the way he flirts with that waitress downstairs, I wonder if his husband minds. Gosh, I still can't believe Dazai-san is married." I know I'm rambling but Kunikida-san doesn't tell me to shut up. He must be as surprised as I am. "Is his name even Dazai. Is that his birth name or did he change it after marriage. I wonder if they have children."

Kunikida-san shrugs, looking down at the paper with the name of the neighbourhood that the old woman gave us. He slams the brakes and several people honk at us. 

"What is it, Kunikida-san?"

"This address. It's in Port Mafia territory."

"Oh well, aren't there a few neighbourhoods on that side of the city? I'm sure it's just a coincidence, I mean he moved there a long time ago so he probably didn't know at the time. Maybe they didn't have that territory yet."

Kunikida-san's voice is a whisper as people swerve angrily around us. "It's right in the heart. Only about a 15 minutes drive from the Mafia's Headquarters."

"Oh. Well the house was probably built before the Mafia headquarters so he must not have known when he bought it, right?" I say not believing myself as I fight to think of a reasonable explanation to this bizarre situation, "What should we do?"

"We are detectives. we must investigate further." He says determinedly.

"Alright." I gulp at the thought of entering the notorious Mafia's territory. What if we run into Akutagawa? The thought makes me shiver and my leg prickles with the memory of the pain when the Rashoumon user sliced it clean off.

—

I keep my gaze out the window, watching the scenery slowly darken, watching houses become warehouses and industrial buildings as we travel further into Mafia territory. 

No one's tried to stop us . . . yet.

Thankfully Kunikida-san's car is rather inconspicuous. He parks it behind an abandoned warehouse and gets out. I follow his lead, but there's nothing to see besides storage facilities and factories

"Kunikida-san?" I ask nervously, a disturbing thought occurring to me, "you don't think that Dazai-san lives in a Port Mafia warehouse do you?" 

"It does seem like the thing one would do if they had a death wish," I almost squeak in fear but then I remember our surroundings.

Determined Kunikida-san keeps walking. Eventually we leave the area where most of the storage facilities are. There's an overgrown lot, but it looks somehow purposeful, like the wildflowers were planted and then allowed to grow this way.

We walk a bit through the tall flowers and then see it. A wearhouse, only it's fancier. It has nice glass windows with modern looking flower boxes and the corrugated steel siding is painted an even matte black, no grime or rust in sight. 

The shades are down but I can tell that lights are on because a warm yellow glow seeps out from them into the night. Above the original warehouse the owners have built an addition that looks like those modern homes you see in fancy magazines. A small white box not big enough to be a house on its own but still bigger than my dorm back at the agency. But the shades are down there too, so I can't see inside.

There's a garage just a little away from the house with tire tracks that suggest it's used often, but there are three individual tire tracks. One set from a car and one from what appears to be half a car. A motorbike? Dazai-san doesn't use one, maybe his mystery husband does?

"Is this really the only house around, Kunikida-san?"

"Yes I believe so." He says as we walk closer. 

Then, I see a noose rigged on a post in the front yard, and I know this must be Dazai-san's home.

At this point we're both tired and even Kunikida-san doesn't seem to have the energy to be angry at Dazai-san. Also it's such a nice calming house that it's hard to be angry here, although I'm sure Kunikida-san will find the will to be angry as soon as Dazai-san opens the door.

The door is nice, with a seasonal wreath of pine tree clippings and dried fall leaves and a lamp. The doormat says "Welcome"in big lettering with a tiny "(Just kidding, fuck off)" at the bottom, both in fancy cursive script.

Kunikida-san knocks, there's no answer. He knocks again, still nothing. Then once more, we hear two male voices, one Dazai-san's and another sounding familiar but distorted, then there's footsteps.

Dazai-san opens the door, wearing only a jumper and trousers, looking strange without his usual outfit. "Oh, it's you. I'm almost offended that you didn't notice my absence until now. I guess this proves you really don't need me for the paperwork. However it is a lot quieter here than at the office." He turns to me, the smug grin off his face replaced with a soft smile, clearly to spite Kunikida-san, "Sorry for keeping you waiting at the door, Atsushi-kun. Chibi didn't want to let me go."

"Chibi." I question, I think I've heard the name somewhere . . . but where?

"Ah, yes, my husband. He is rather short, you see, my very own dog."

"Do-" I start to ask about the nickname, but I'm cut off.

"I h-he-he'TSHIii-e'shiewww *sniff* heard that you bastard! *cough, cough, cough*" A congested voice from upstairs echoes. I swear for some reason that it's familiar. But why, it couldn't possibly be?

Dazai-san looks personally offended, "My love, you need to rest. You mustn't over exert yourself." he calls up the staircase. There's more footsteps and someone stomps down the staircase (I swear I can feel the ground beneath me shake just a little), coming into view slowly. His face is covered by the hood of a hoodie and a mask.

"I. Amb. Fucgkig. Fide." now that their closer I can tell that the voice is male, his words muffled as he barely conceals coughs into his elbow. Standing next to each other I can see what Dazai-san meant, his husband at full height comes only just above his shoulder.

"Hmm, Chibi doesn't sound fine." The worry is clear in Dazai-san's voice as he puts a hand on his husband's forehead. It's strange to see him being so caring and gentle like this.

Dazai-san's husband sniffs indignantly. "I'mb fide edough to kick your sorry ass!" His sickly tone and the way he sways on his feet contradict his words. 

Again I feel as if I recognized his voice but that isn't possible because I've never met him before. I mean, maybe I've seen him at the supermarket before and just didn't notice but it seems unlikely because I don't think I can afford the fancy supermarkets that people who live in this kind of house can shop at. I shop at the corner store. -^T-T^- (Your donations are very much welcome).

(A/N: Send our favourite -^weretiger^- boi some ¥en in the comments pls, so he can shop at a real supermarket lol. He's trying his best! Also if any of Chuuya's dialogue appears misspelt that's because I'm trying to show he is heavily congested. It probably just looks like I can't type, but I'm trying.)

Dazai-san puts his arm around his husband's waist to steady him. "You still have a temperature love, I really must insist that you go back to bed. I'll be there as soon as I deal with these visitors."

At the word visitors Dazai-san's husband looks up at us. I can see his face a bit more now just a sliver of fair faintly freckles skin and a set of piercing blue eyes. A foreigner? He speaks Japanese very well, he must have been here a long time. 

I wonder where he's originally from. Somewhere in Europe maybe? The United Kingdom, France, Germany, it can't be Holand because Dutch people are tall.

"Oh. It's you two. The detegdives." He says it with an amount of disdain in his voice that sounds rather unwarranted given that he's never even met us before. "Kindly, ged out ob by house." Despite the stuffiness of his voice it still scares me. I can see the threat in his eyes. It's almost . . . familiar. I know I have seen this look somewhere, but where? How did he know we're detectives, does Dazai-San talk about us at home? I guess it makes sense.

"Ah, yes." I can tell from Kunikida-san's voice that he feels the fear too, "We'll leave as soon as Dazai here tells us what he's been doing cutting work for the past week."

"A week! Preposterous!" Dazai-san exclaims, "It's only been three days."

"That's almost a full work week you FOOL!" Kunikida-san is close to exploding again. I really hope this doesn't escalate, I'd hate to leave a bad impression on Dazai-san's husband.

"Anyways, this is a lovely house you have. It must be scary though, living so close to Mafia territory." I ask hoping to redirect the conversation away from animosity and get some answers from Dazai-san. I think he can tell what I'm doing.

"Thank you for the compliments Atsushi-kun, I'm glad you like it." His politeness confuses me at first then I realise he must be teasing Kunikida-san. "But no actually, we feel very safe living here." He's gigling as he says it.

"Really?" I can't hide my surprise.

Dazai-san hmms in affirmation, he's about to say more when his husband shivers.

"Is Chibi cold?"

His husband says nothing.

"Yes, it is very cold, you shouldn't be so close to the open door, you'll only make your cold worse."

The husband looks like he wants to protest but retreats into the house anyways.

Dazai-san turns back to Kunikida-san and I.

"It really isn't a good idea to be letting all the warm air out, why don't you two come inside. Atsushi, would you like something warm to drink?" Dazai-san's voice drips with teasing sweetness and I don't miss how he disregarded Kunikida in his offer of refreshments.

"Um, I'm okay."

Dazai-san gives me a look, he knows me too well. "I promise you it's no trouble at all, I'm making Chibi and myself tea as well."

"Thank you."

He shuts the door behind us and we walk through the open floor to the kitchen counter where Dazai-san's husband is sitting.

"This really is a very nice house." I say because I can't think of anything else that wouldn't be considered rude.

Dazai-san's husband groans, "Why'd you led themb comb indside? Tha kid is gibing bme a headache."

Dazai-san pats his head affectionately, "Aw is Chibi pouting?"

His husband growls, or tries to but it comes out as a cough.

Dazai-san continues, "I let them in because it's the polite thing to do. Don't worry, I know dogs have no manners."

Dazai-san's husband huffs in annoyance I can tell isn't completely genuine. The interaction seems familiar, personal and I feel like I'm intruding so I look away.

When I turn I see the stand where the coats are kept.

It's a perfectly normal hatstand with seven "branches". The highest holds a long, tan trench coat, the second highest holds another trench coat, shorter than Dazai-san's and black with brown lapels . . . and hooked on top of the stand is an equally familiar black hat with brown trim.

This outfit I'd know anywhere even with the rest missing. The sight itself strikes fear into my heart, if the outfit is here it's owner must not be very far off. I scan the room making sure the mafia Executive won't suddenly appear and attack.

"Atsushi-kun!"

"What?" I ask, just registering that dazai-san has been calling my name.

"Your tea is ready. Is something the matter?"

"Why do you have Executive Nakahara-san's coat and hat? Did you steal them from him or something, because you should probably give them back, I bet he's mad. And since you live so close to the Port Mafia and all . . ." the sentence dies in my mouth when I notice the expression dazai-san wears.

He stares at me for a moment, cocking his head in a cat-like manner, and then he bursts out laughing.

"Dazai-san! How can you laugh, Executive Nakahara-san might really hurt you!" I try to emphasise the exact level of danger that my mentor has put himself in but he doesn't seem to get it.

Dazai-san's husband is laughing as well at this point but it trunks into vicious coughing and draws all our attention away from the predicament for a moment. 

"Be gentle with your throat, love, you have such a pretty voice."

When Dazai-san's husband recovers his breath he turns around to me with a look of incredulity. "Is dis kid jogkig?" Dazai-san's husband somehow still manages to sound sarcastic even through the congestion.

"I don't think so, my love, have your tea."

"I deed wine if I'm godda dead with dis shid."

Dazai-san shakes his head stubbornly, "Nu-uh! No alcohol for sick Chibis."

"Ugh, den ged themb oud, I wand to sleeb."

"Aww, but we haven't even told them yet."

Dazai-san's husband frowns.

"Come on, I'll give you a massage if you stay up just a bit more, hmm?"

"Fide!"

"Umm, told us what, Dazai-san? What about Executive Nakahra's coat and hat?"

He looks at me like he's forgotten we were here but it's obviously an act.

"Oh, yes, that. I didn't steal it, and it's actually Executive Dazai now."

"Wha-" my brain short circuits

Kunikida seems to process this faster than I do.

"You've joined the Port Mafia? Why!? How long have you been a double agent!?" Kunikida tries to lunge for Dazai-san but he's on the ground before I can blink. I see the surprise in dazai's eyes, he hadn't been expecting this.

I try to slow my thoughts down so I can fully observe the situation.

Dazai-san's husband stands with his foot on Kunikida-san's chest, the hood of his sweatshirt fallen down displaying his bright red hair with its unique cut. These features I'd know anywhere. Kunikida-san's eyes bulge practically out of their socket, he sputters under the weight of the man.

I scream in delayed reaction to the Gravity Manipulator's sudden appearance. Everyone turns to face me, they all look down so I do too, My feet and hands have turned into paws from the shock.

Even Executive Nakahara looks startled.

"Well, that was unexpected, but my love, you're still ill, now is hardly the time for fighting."

My love? What is going on here? 

Executive Nakahara steps away, leaning heavily on Dazai-san Kunikida-san scrambles to his feet, notebook brandishing out in front of him like a sword.

"What are you doing here?"

"He lives here," Dazai-san says simply, "He's Executive Dazai, not me. Don't you worry Kunikida, my loyalties are still firm. I am loyal to Chuuya, not the Port Mafia."

Kunikida-san looks ready to blow up so I ask the obvious next question.

"Why is Naka- Chuuya-san using your last name, is he trying to make a fake identity?"

No, Chuuya took my last name. Such a thieving chibi!" my mentor laughs, "Actually, I gave it to him."

Kunikida-san's eyes roll back in his head and he falls to the floor with a dull thud.

I start to go over to him but my mentor waves his hand dismissively, "Leave him there."

"You debanded I tage it, you basdard!" the Mafai executive corrects, sounding sicker than ever.

My mentor ignores his words, planting a kiss over on top of his head. "Anyway, there are many ways these things are decided in same gender marriages but since I'm taller than Chibi it was only logical that he take my name."

The Executive all but growls. It all falls into place, I should've known. Dazai-san always calls Chhuya-san Chibi when we have to work with the Port Mafia on missions. I feel stupid, it should have been obvious as soon as I saw the blue eyes and red hair.

"And to answer your original question, that is why his coat is here. We don't feel unsafe here because everyone is afraid of us, also the added convenience of being close to Chibi's job."

"Why are they afraid of you Dazai-san?" as the question comes out I wonder if I should clarify who I'm directing the question to.

"Oh, I used to be in the Port Mafia."

"WHATTT!!!???" these words have snapped Kunikida-san out of his unconscious spell

"Ah, the idealist finally awakens. I hope your little fainting spell hasn't messed up your schedule too badly." Dazai-san mocks

Kunikida-san struggles to get himself upright, his face as red as when "Well, Mafia or no, where have you been for the past week."

"Three days" Dazai-san corrects again.

Kunikida-san clenches his notebook tighter as if he's imagining strangling his collage, I think he might be.

"Isn't it obvious?" dazai-san asks the room

Neither Kunikida-san nor I answer.

"My beloved Chibi here has come down with a most nasty cold. I could hardly leave him home alone to suffer in this state, now could I?" He massages Chuuya's shoulders as he asks the rhetorical question. I can see the executive starting to sink into sleep.

He looks so harmless and I really do feel badly for him. 

"I see, we're– I'm sorry for intruding. I, uh, hope you feel better Chuuya-san."

"Thank you, Atsushi-kun–" dazai-san is cut off by footsteps on the stairs, small and light, not at all like Chuuya's aggressive stomp.

"Father? Papa?" A small boy stands on the landing leaning sleepily against the railing. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are large hazel orbs of innocence. He can't be older than five. He holds a toy slingshot and it's aimed right at me.

"My, my, what is Saku-chan doing up so late?" Dazai-san coos sweetly at the boy who comes down the stairs, slingshot still aimed, ready to fire. His father laughs, "Put that down, this is Atsushi-kun, he just stopped by for a visit."

"Oh. Sowy 'sushi" His sleep-induced slur and baby talk make the words utterly adorable.

"It's fine." I tell the young boy.

"Is Kyu-chan awake as well?"

"No." 

"Oh that's good, I'd hate for all this yelling to hurt their ears."

He turns back to me, laughing as he catches the sleeping executive as he slips to the floor. "Thank you for visiting Atsushi, but I'm afraid we're all a bit tired this late at night."

Dazai-san's sudden manners take me by surprise. "Oh, of course, Kunikida and I shouldn't overstay our welcome. You four?" Dazai-san nods in confirmation, "have a very good night."

"And you as well."

I nod, taking the hand of a dazed Kunikida-san and leading him out of the door. Tonight was certainly interesting. 

(A/N: Sorry about this ending I was having loads of trouble with it. It isn't as intense as I would've liked on the relationship reveal part. I guess my brain was just in fluff mode, but I'm not upset about the way this turned out, I guess. I may edit later. If you like it pls let me know. Also for clarification Soukoku has two kids, Sakunosuke (named after Oda) and Q is also their kid in this fic.)

[hanazou]

matching onesies with him.

Books : Dazai | Chuuya | Oda

Shelf : Mixed

Genre : Fluff, domestic

Note : I did this of my own accord because I am, in fact, a softie

Dazai Osamu

This clingy crackhead.

Dazai will be the first to come up with the idea. It's actually a random one and he asked it so spontaneously, he doesn't expect you to actually say yes.

"Sure, why not?" You agreed.

He's both surprised and elated, and he didn't hide this reaction at all.

"Oh, darling!" He wrapped a hug around your neck. "You always revive my heart with your love!"

You both will be enthusiastic about picking the onesies and agree to surf the net instead of looking from shop to shop since Dazai is under the supervision of a certain angry Kunikida

It almost feels like babysitting. Not that you hate it right? Should you get an identical pair with different sizes? Or complementary ones?

Dazai will call the customer service to ask if they have black crow onesies since crows represent death in some cultures. The response is obviously no and it's obvious that the customer service was confused.

"That's a shame," Dazai whined disappointedly, shoulders dropping. "Wouldn't it be both cute and poetic if we had a double suicide while wearing matching crow onesie? Two achievements in one!"

At that point you wouldn't even be surprised anymore. You will just take the phone away from him to apologise and thank the customer service. You have to convince Dazai that you won't find a onesie of that kind

"Wait, don't tell me," You stared at him. "The reason you want to get onesies is just to wear a matching crow pair?"

"Is it?" He grinned mischievously. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but I just want to match with you."

Other ADA members will wonder what you and Dazai were doing, Kunikida the most. He isn't exactly curious, more like suspicious. What's that good-for-nothing Dazai up to now?

Eventually you find a pair of identical ones. Kind of rare designs too! Guess what?

Crabs! In red! The little eyes on the hood!

It will take less than a week for the onesies to arrive in a small box. When it does Dazai will pull out a cutter so energetically Atsushi will think he's going to pull a suicide attempt with it

"AAH! Dazai-san! No!"

Nothing will happen aside from Dazai stabbing the box (while making sure he doesn't cut the onesies inside. he's good with blades, ex Port Mafia and all)

The crab pincers for your hands are soft like mittens and so smooth???? Imagine sweaterpaws but with crab pincer mittens (!!)

It will take everything in you to stop Dazai from wearing it that instant since a client Fukuzawa talked about will be coming. You will need Atsushi's help to take it off him but let's not talk about it

Both of Dazai's legs are already in the onesie too..

It seems like Kyouka wants one. Yosano and Naomi will tell Atsushi to buy the girl one and match with her

When Dazai and you go home together, he will be so excited to wear the onesies immediately. Dazai will be light on his feet.

And when you finally put yours on? Pictures. Dazai will take lots of pictures of you. You're a piece of art and he wants pictures so he can recall the image anytime

"Oh, dearest~ How is it possible for you to be so cute?" He began his dramatic poses, a hand over his head while spinning like a ballet dancer.

You both will take a lot of couple pictures.

"Love, you are so adorable I want to eat you!"

"Is it me who's cute or the crab?" You teased back.

When Dazai makes a troubled expression to answer your question, you will have to pinch him 💢

If you can cook crab soup, wouldn't it be funny to make and eat one with Dazai while wearing crab onesies? He will be so clingy when you do it, like an old school married couple; when you cook, he'll be bugging you while hugging from behind. It feels cozy, don't blame him

You have to be keen with your eyes so you won't miss Dazai secretly pouring ajinomoto to the soup. Get him a healthier diet, I'm begging you.

"Look, the crab is red like us." He pointed at the soup. "And like your face when I do this." He took advantage of you turning your head to peck your cheek.

He will also pinch your nose with his pincer mitten. "Boop!" It's a challenge. Boop his nose back.

You think he's already as clingy as he can be, huh? Wrong. You are absolutely wrong. If he previously sticks around you like a magnet, this time he's glued to you.

Even in the shared living space, he won't let you go. Is it the softness of the onesie under his touch, the warmth, or your cuteness? Well, it's all of them. What then?

Snuggles.

You both cuddle together in the futon until falling asleep together. You feel twice as warm.

He's the big spoon, let him feel the smoothness of the onesie while feeling your heat. And for once, the double suicide joke stopped for the rest of day. That's how much this impacts him, and you're proud of him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Matching with Chuuhuahua in a onesie? You lucky fella.

You have to be the one initiating it with Chuuya. Baby boy will be like "Eeh?" at first. He's not against it at all but more like, confused. The request is out of the blue

"Come on, why not?" You tilt your head. "It will feel so soft to cuddle with?"

That's it, that's the spell for him to agree

Mans is a Port Mafia executive, you can't go out from shop to shop in a mall to get your onesie with his schedule, so you have to settle with online shopping with this guy too

Only when he has time to spare from beating up people

You will sit together on a couch at the headquarters once Chuuya and you don't have missions. It's a good chance to relax and unwind together too

Chuuya knows best where to find clothes, including onesies. There are so many options! Dinosaurs, frogs, bears, Sanrio characters, Doraemon, Pikachu, Line characters, pandas, unicorns, penguins!! (I should stop fantasizing Chuuya in each of them)

Chuuya will act cool and chill about it at first, but he actually got invested in choosing and thankfully he isn't a crackhead unlike a certain someone

He has a good fashion sense I don't accept criticism, and this side of him will jump out while both of you scroll the catalogue. He nails both street wear and mafia outfits daily, so you can bet he'd pick the best onesies for you both

"This one doesn't suit you," He moved to the next option. "These are the only colours available? Pass.", "What's with the unnecessarily long tail?", "Oh maybe this? Wait, I don't like the stripes."

Of course, he will listen to your opinion too but since you feel he's better at this, you just either nod or shake your head with him

You have to be careful with your words when picking the size (this is much more valid if you're taller) or he'll go "I'm not that short!"

Kouyou and Mori (+ Elise) will catch you both on the couch together while browsing, comfy and all, and Kouyou asked what you two were doing. Chuuya's face will be as red as wine.

When you want to explain, his gloved hand will cover your mouth and he frantically shakes his head, screaming "Don't!" silently.

But alas, while you want to tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed of, Kouyou will take the phone from your hand with a curious grin and a "What's this~?"

Chuuya will just accept fate at that point, growling to himself and all

Kouyou and Mori won't expect to see a catalogue of onesies, apparently. The "Huh," on their faces are hilarious, and Mori will be instantly inspired to get a full set for his Elise-chan, much to her distaste.

While Mori and Elise are going at it, Kouyou will actually share her opinions. Chuuya will crawl out from his burrow of embarrassment and listen to her with you.

"Rather than identical ones, these would be much better. They have variety." Kouyou said. And you both will agree. You both have been eyeing a specific pair anyway

You both will decide to get complementary ones! Chuuya's will be a brown teddy and yours a white bunny! (Try googling Line's Brown and Cony, they're cute you won't regret it) Kouyou will totally agree with the decision.

When the package arrives, both of you will open it together. Chuuya's eyes for clothes are never wrong, the quality is immaculate. So warm and smooth, not a seam out of place.

Imagine the blush on Chuuya's face when you put on the white bunny onesie. The bunny ears on the hood! The fluffiness! His flustered face!

He will be slightly hesitant to put his own on, but when he does, you swear you can die from the cuteness. Want to see more cuteness? Tease him about it, and maybe he'll tickle you down until you're too breathless to tease him.

Chuuya doesn't want to say it explicitly but it does feel really comfortable, it's suitable for winters too.

As usual, Chuuya will be the big spoon. You will melt into his warmth and the smoothness of his onesie, and you can tell he's enjoying it too, from the way he'll drag his hand all over you to feel the smooth fabric

"It's a good thing we listened to ane-san's suggestion, hm?" You asked. "I didn't exactly like the matching penguin pairs."

"Yeah, this isn't bad at all." Chuuya admitted, snuggling his chin into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm."

Oda Sakunosuke

First off I'm Odasaku's lover before I'm anything else.

When the weather gets cold, it's your idea to get onesies for the kids. They could use some cute onesies to sleep in.

Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, Odasaku will have time to spare to go shopping with you. Being the handyman of Port Mafia has its good sides, after all.

The atmosphere is identical to a date! You both meet up at evening after work, have a simple dinner first, then start the shopping. Shopping for the kids' onesies with him makes you feel like a parent doesn't it?

Odasaku and you will make sure not to pick flimsy, thin, or rough ones. Only the best for the kids. Both of you put your keen eyes to use, examining every considered piece

Odasaku and you will definitely discuss whether to get five identical or different ones. After considering that the kids have different personalities, choosing different pieces will sound more ideal. You both will grant them the liberty of picking themselves.

"We just have to make sure they don't fight over it." Odasaku said.

Lion, dinosaur, piglet, panda, and penguin. That's what you both will choose!

Odasaku is a man who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, so you relied on his eyes when it comes to him. You will see love and sincerity. He picks each piece with careful consideration.

The store clerk will throw an unexpected (yet clichéd shoujo) question at you both. "You picked such good choices. We have sets for adults too, why not match with your children?"

Odasaku and you will widen your eyes. First of all, parents? And match? Both of you stare at each other in confusion. Should you get two get a pair for yourselves?

"Why not?" Odasaku eventually said.

Odasaku's will be a brown dog and yours a white cat (remember that one official art of Odasaku with puppy ears? <3)

Odasaku and you will immediately visit the kids and give them their onesies. Their excitement in picking one for their own made you smile, and you can see the joy in Odasaku's eyes when the kids thanked him and you. He doesn't smile, but you don't need him to just to know he's glad his children love your pick. The way he pats their heads already speaks volumes of love.

Thankfully no kid wrestled to get what they want. You were especially concerned Kousuke will compete with someone

Odasaku will bring a secondhand polaroid he once bought at Yokohama's flea market to take pictures of the kids. You will herd the children to gather for the picture while Odasaku looked for the right angle in the other side of the room.

"Why don't you stay there for the picture too?" Odasaku asked you, half of his face behind the camera.

You kneel behind the kids and put your hands on Sakura and Yuu's shoulders, the ones who stood on the far left and right. That much is enough to warm Odasaku's heart, but when you too, smile for the camera, he freezes for a while to take the sight with his eyes

The picture comes out nicely. You will end up convincing Odasaku to take more but with him in it, together, all seven of you. You would need the curry diner owner's help to take the picture

"Sakunosuke, smile, will you?" You held his shoulder while you both kneeled behind the kids for the picture. He would be a little stunned

He smiles, but it was faint. Nevertheless, you recognise the content in his eyes in the photo, and it's enough.

When it's just the two of you in the living quarters, you will have to remind Odasaku that he too, bought a onesie. He will gladly put it on him since you look so eager, he's curious how it feels too

Your heart stops when he put on the hood with the puppy ears. You will have to fight back the urge to attack him with cuddles right there and then when his confused and innocent face matches the onesie so much!

"You're adorable," You smiled half teasingly, taking in the look of confused Odasaku who looked down at his onesie. The weight of the material felt right, it's like a cozy blanket.

"Try to put yours on," He says. When you did, his heart also missed a beat. The kitten ears on your head! The pure snowy white on you!

Odasaku is a bear hugger and when he hugs you, his embrace will feel tighter than usual. It's no surprise, he likes you and cats, and the way you interacted with the kids that day played tricks on his heart. You hug him back and ruffle his head while he mumbles his thank-you's at you

That night's sleep will be filled with nothing but cuddles of love and adoration. Yes, Odasaku is the big spoon, but you will also hold his arms tighter around you as you both drift into the night, chatting about life.

[yahoodarling]

Atsushi X Male Mafia!Reader

Please do not read or interact if you are uncomfortable with this or are not 18+

Warning: Dark content, gore, Mafia, mentions of torture, murder, mental instability, noncon, and orphans(damn those orphans grrgrgrr)

An old post from my old account on a writing platform. If you recognise this, no you don't. Also! Status update! My irl friend found my page... Fuck.

Atsushi POV

Pain. I was sore. The floor beneath me had never felt so cold and hard as this. The marks on my back stung, my bones ached, tears building up in my eyes in the empty, foul smellimg room of my own blood and suffering. 'I'm hungry' I couldnt help think in a moment of silence in my mind. Suddenly, my beaten back felt relief, relief in the form of gentle taps of wet cloth against the open wounds.

"Hey hey, are you awake? Are you dead? That's no fun then." A voice entered my ears, waking me up from my minds haze. Hesitantly I replied, my voice strained from the crying and shouting I emmited just a few minutes ago. "Y-yea, I'm awake." I say back to the voice slowly trying to sit up to see whom the owner was. A boy sat before me, eyes looking dead at me in concern and mild interest.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?"

(Y/n), a boy just a few years older than myself. An orphan who was sent here after his parents were arrested for abuse and possession and trade of drugs.

"The Mister was very harsh on you. Did you do something wrong?"

"No, I don't know. I dont know why, I-" tears began to build in my eyes again Why? Why why why why why...

My body was in pain, I was cold on the floor, half dead for reasons I don't know, thats a lie. I know why, because i-

"YOU ARE WORTHLESS!"

"GO DIE IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE!"

"USLESS GOOD FOR NOTHING!"

"beacuse I'm a worthless monster..."

He looked at me in utter confusion, eyes seeming to not understand what I just said. "Well I dont think thats it, but you dont need to worry anymore! I'm allowed here beind the church so every time I see you here I'll come help you okay?" After that it was silence, he quietly and delicately dressing my wounds with the soiled rag.

For the next few years it continued. The beatings, the insults, the pain. I only got to see him after those beatings, he had moved to another dorm so the only time I had to talk to him was while he dressed my wounds, eyes seeming eager to spend the time together almost seeming like he wanted me to be in pain just so that he could treat me, it was scary how eager he was to help but that was better then no help at all. So for years it continued till I was 14, then it stopped. I was on the floor again, cold, in pain and alone.

Your POV

Present

I closed my eyes as I let off a tired yawn, sleep crusting at the edges of my droopy eyes. Of course I was the one sent out to 'negotiate' with a neighbouring cities mafia. I exited the railway train, tired of the boring mission I was sent out on and had to spend 2 months away on.

"Oi, jackass." I looked back towards the voice, short structure, orange hair and pressed suit met my eyes. "I was told to fetch you like a damn babysitter incase you decided to run off with another man again or something" he huffed, clearly unamused and irritated for the waste of time. I simply shrugged off my fellow executives comment and made my way back to my 'beloved home', the Port Mafia.

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"So a lot has happened?" I say sitting across from the Boss, Mori. I had just been fulled in on what had happened between the were tiger and some foreign bastards called 'The Guild' after I gave my report of what happened on my mission.

"Yes yes. I'm so glad to have you back~" my questionable boss sang in joy. "I have so much work for you to do"

"Sure you do" I answered back, standing up to leave and cracking my hands to get ready for my next, soon to be bloody, 'negotiation'.

(L/n)(Y/n)

Ability: Motionless Art

Can stun a person for a desired amount of time if they physically touch the victim with the added contact of a form of paint.

Carries a small container of paint paste.

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"This is lovely." I sigh in sarcasm, walking down the cities streets. I had another mission, hunt down and interrogate the man whom was accused of leaking information from the Port Mafia to The Guild. The Port Mafia didnt take well to traitors so who best to send off to greet him than myself, the leading 'negotiator' of the organization. The one that took note, watched and soon took over from my last mentor, the late Osamu Dazai. After he left I was the next best inline for the job, my ability coming in handy a lot of the time. Stun my hostage, take them to my 'conversation closet' and from there do all I please with out the irritation of a frantically moving body beneath me. My favorite part of my job? The after care. Cleaning off the blood and looking back at the satisfactory wonds left on the barely conscious bodies, stitching up and almost loving them in some twisted way before they were sent off to be killed after we got what we wanted. Its that after care that was so important to me. Why? Hmm... Probably reminds me of my times with Atsus-... shi...

Before me was an older, healthier version of the boy I knew and loved so long ago who was the one to first get me into my crazy obsession of pain and care. My past orphan friend Atsushi Nakajima. Lob sided grey hair cut, cute fitting suit and still pure eyes which were widen in shock to the view infront of them, of me. Of course I had to note the person next to him. My ex-mentor, Dazai, a less bandaged and more smiley version of himself who seemed shocked at first and then relax.

"Oh, what a surprise. Nice to see you again~" the suicidal bastard sang. "Has Mori-San been putting you through a lot of work lately? I haven't seen you in ages. That little sadistic side of you must be so filled if you've been that busy to miss out on all the fun the Port Mafia, Armed Detective Agency AND Guild have been up to recently." He began to gently laugh and then turn to a still frozen Atsushi.

"Oh right! You haven't met my new little mentee yet? This is Atsushi, or as you know him as, the WereTiger. Atsushi, this is (l/n)(y/n) the most insensitive, sadistic, inhuman persecuter in the Port Mafia, my ex-mentee and also general man whore of Yokohama." Swallowing my bottled emotions of 4years I looked away from my past joy and at Dazai, "Thanks for the compliment considering you were the one to raise me like this"

"Me? Oh no that sadistic side of yours has always been there. You see Atsushi, when (l/n)-. Huh what's wrong?"

Atsushi was standing on the side streets, tears littering his sweet face and eyes quivering in confusion, guilt and pain. I couldn't help it, it was a habit of mine. I see someone in pain and I care for them, enjoying every moment of it.

I had Atsushi in my arms, embracing him in a tight hug and holding his head close to my chest as he let out tears staining my shirt in his misery of finding out what his friend had become. Dazai of course had tried to stop me getting close to him in fear I was going to attack him but the way I held on, held on to the only person who got me through that hell of an orphanage with our small conversations and 'bonding' times, could clearly convincnce anyone I meant not harm. Why would I want to? I was always there to help him recover, it was embranded into my very soul. He was the only person I could never hurt...right?

"(Y/n)...(Y/n)" he cried, finally saying something "Is it really you? It can't be. All those awful things Dazai said, they couldnt belong to you. Not the person who helped me for so long. Not the person who held to my limp body so carefully. No, that can't be you." Clutching my sides tighter, "After so long... I don't want to see you like that!"

I stood still, no tears escaping my eyes no matter how much it hurt. "I never knew. I never knew you were the WereTiger. I never knew I'd see you again. I never wanted to see you again because I knew that if i did it mean you had put yourself in danger somehow. Why? Why are you here? Why you. You were meant to get out and have a life you lived, a safe one with a happy job and happy friends. I'm so sorry you had to find out about me like this... Atsushi, I still love you." I continued to nuzzle my face into his soft hair, surrounding myself into his warmth and scent. This was the love I had been looking for for so long. After leaving Atsushi at the orphanage the only pleasure I felt was that of inflicting harm and then treating said harm. I had indulged myself in many men and women looking for some form of happiness other than sick pleasure, but I had always been like that. Even when I met Atsushi when we were kids, the satisfaction I got when treating him was the only joy I had in that place and it seemed that thanks to that the only way I could ever feel sane love was by being in the company of my best childhood friend, Atsushi Nakajima.

"Atsushi... I can presume you know (l/n)?" Dazai finally chipped in after watching from a distance. Atsushi stirred, lifting his red eyed tear stained face from my chest to look at Dazai. "Yes-yes" he croaked," he's my guardian angel, my best friend, my... My only hope in the darkness and hell of the orphanage. He's my first love even if he is an 'imotionless monster'. I want to-"

Dazai stood serious and dead emotionless, a face I knew well.

"He's wanted dead by more than just the Special Division of Ability Users. This man has done evil even someone like me would think twice of. You may of had a bond in your past but now, this man is nothing but a torture loving mess of what once was a human. He may still show compassion to you, but to others, you might as well be screaming to a wall. Atsushi, leave, go back to the office. Remember him as you did before and forget about this whole encounter."

Atsushi began to shake, clinging on for dear life to my shirt as he shut his eyes in misery and confusion. "No, NO! We- we can help him. Like we did Kyouko. Kyouko killed people too but we accepted her. She changed. We can help him too!"

At this point I had to grab hold of his shoulder, he had said enough delusions. "I can't. I enjoy being in the mafia. After what happened, after I was sent there, it was the only place I could hurt and heal as I pleased. Our encounters at the orphanage, I'm not going to lie, I loved seeing you like that, messed and broken, someone below me whom I could fix all up and then feel such satisfaction. After doing that for so long it just became a built in desire of mine, the only exception was that I wasnt the one who harmed you. I didnt cause that pain, only treated it. So unlike my victims, to you I can only help, not hurt, its like an invisible wall preventing me from causing any misery or pain. So many ways, so many ways I could throw you back into that position of agaony but intensified to a humans limit, yet, your the only one I couldnt do that to. The only things I have in my life are you and the process of pain and pleasure. Since I cant have you due to my reputation all I can fall back onto is the Mafia." I smiled as he looked at me in shock and heartbreak, no wonder though.

Dazai had to come back into the conversation, control it as he always did, "Atsushi, let go. You see what I mean. Someone like him can't be cured by just happy vibes. I know that as a fact. He has to be contained. Someone like him can only cause more twisted pain. Remember who you are! You are Atsushi Nakajima! Member of the Armed Detective Agency!"

And with that Atsushi was taken out of my arms and pulled to the side tears beginning to dry on his face. Instead Dazai stood before me, intense look in his eyes threatening my very existence.

"Well Atsushi, I hope to never see you again. All I can ask is this. Leave the Armed Detective Agency. Leave Yokohama. Leave this life and find a better one beacuse if you stay... You'll break my wish and leave me in more pain everytime I see your face." With that I began to walk away, crying figure behind me as it slouched into Dazais arms.

I still have work to do, pleasure to explore and blood to spill.

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I arched my back in pleasure, pain freaking havoc in my regions as the body above me panted like a wild animal. Hopping like a crazed bunny that couldnt help chasing after false pleasure, one my mind and emotions ignored but body craved.

"H-hey, (fake name), s-slow down i-" cutting him off I just threw myself in him harder, crushing my thighs on his sensitive hole, no doubt causing shock and discomfort to run through him.

"Ha-ha, Atsushi~"

Him on the ground, blood smeared across his face and limbs bending like flimsy straws. Tears and drool flowing across his delicate lips. Face twisted in agony and looking at me for relief.

"Yes, yes come to me. Only me."

Gently holding his broken body and stroking the stray hairs away from his face. The blood slowly pooling beneath him as he melts into my touch. An outside noise disrupt my thoughts

"Oi! The fuck you just called! Get off me!" The man on me tried to shake me off. Grabbing my red paint container from my clothes drapped on the bed I quickly grasped the males arm smeering the paste and activating my ability and having his body rendered motionless. I then twisted him so he fell to the hard hotel bed, repositioning myself above him and continued my deeds, grabbing a pocket knife from another pocket and slitting the mans chest before as I sat above, still abusing his insides. A male beneath me, seething in pain and yet unable to move. After that, the only thing I could do was continue my delusional thoughts.

"Atsushi... Atsushi... Haah. Let me- l-let me be... The one to, to hold you."

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I sat at my desk waiting for news or anything interesting to happen. It was times like these that really made me hate myself. What am I here for? The violence? The protection? The promotions? Nope, only the tourturing pleasure waiting for me. A knock was heard at my small office, located in a small room to the side of my interrogation room. Signaling for him to come in a member walked up to me, letter in hand as he held it out for me.

"It is a letter directed to you from the Armed Detective Agency. I've notified the Boss about it and he says that you can choose how to proceed. That is all." And the black suited man left. Opening it I was met with delicate hand written letters, innocent and sweet like one you would find in a love confession, but oh how it contrasted.

"Dear (l/n)(Y/n)

Ah, my late mentee. It seems fate really has it out for both you and my precious Atsushi. You see, after your encounter he doesnt seem to radiat that precious side of him anymore and rather has been stuck in thought for what I know are usless hopes and dreams twisted in guilt and confusion. It hurts to see my adorable mentee like this so, being the amazing person I am I have found a solution to both problems that have occurred! One being Atsushi's depression and two being your very existence. I know you, you do not care for the Port Mafia, only the free access to distorted bodies to tend to. Your loyalty to others is as strong as your mercy. And for that ive found a way to give you that hope and love you crave, and not from meaningless strangers but rather your precious Atsushi. The Special Division of Ability Users want you contained, I sent a little memo to them requesting a rather cosy cell for you~ how kind of me. A small house, furnished, ready to cater to your needs at anytime of course it has its confinements. Its blocked in. No access to open sky or land, but you are a highly dangerous criminal its only expected. What makes this all better is that dear Atsushi can visit you all he wishes~ Just a quick drive away. Knowing him he'd likely visit you any chance given. " I could tell the letter suddenly stopped with the fake warm emotion, now going into an all too real serious stop.

"I'm playing with your weakness here (l/n). You know It. I know you. Its time you delved into other forms of pleasure and love, maybe even happiness if you truly care for Atsushi.

Sincerely, Dazai Osamu"

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I stood across from the stunned figure, blood seeping into the floor below. This was fine, this undying pleasure of mine. Slowly I walked up to the seated victim whom had told all that was needed to be heard, now he was mine to do with as i wished. The unidentifide males face soon twisted in haze the blood and loose flaps of skin now hanging from Atsushi. His small figure and adorable eyes pleeing for help and relief like all those many years back at the orphanage. This face, this adorable face. I had to love it, look after it. Treat it and heal it from all the nasty wounds made by the Orphan Mister. I had to hold his body afterwards, comfort Atsushi from the pain. Embrace him and the dysfunctional being I was.

You don't take the offer in this ending. I think it suits it more. I do have a happy ending where you do accept Dazais offer but really, your here for dark content, who needs resolution and happiness?

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part three] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A man is murdered and things get interesting as the investigation starts. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

2,981 words

note: no smut in this one hehe, but things are gonna get fun. enjoy!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"Hey... are you okay?" Kenji asked me a few days later, noticing the scowl on my face and realizing that I had been tapping my nail on my desk repeatedly for the last fifteen minutes. "You seem... pissed?"

I grunted, closing my eyes and slowly taking a deep breath. "I'm okay, Kenji. Just having a bad day." The others shared looks with each other, but chose not to pry. The frown on my face never left, my fists clenched as my blood continued to boil.

Then that all went away, when I felt a gentle hand against the back of my neck. I looked over at Dazai, who had lazily rolled himself in his chair over to me. He grinned. "I could see the steam coming from your ears!"

His hand never left my neck, moving until his fingers loosely wrapped around the column of my throat. Strangely enough, my anger had completely gone away when he touched me, and it felt nice to finally breathe. "With the day I'm having..." I sighed, the whole world seemingly melting away, Dazai's thumb stroking along my jaw.

Kunikida was clearly unimpressed, the man gritting his teeth. Atsushi looked shocked, his face tinged red while Ranpo and Kenji just touched their own necks gently.

"Does she like to get choked?"

"Who knows, man."

"Hey, I know what will make you feel better," Dazai suggested and I tilted my head, waiting for him to continue. He leaned in and would have kissed me if it weren't for a book smacking right into the side of Dazai's head.

"Do that on your own time! We have a schedule!" Kunikida fumed while I quickly turned around to cover my face, simply to muffle down my obnoxious laughter.

"Oh, dude!"

"Kunikida! What was that for!"

"Public indecency!"

Dazai rubbed his head, whining from the pain while I just giggled behind my hands. Dazai almost looked betrayed at me laughing at him and I just shrugged my shoulders. "Hey, that's what you get for trying to play grab ass."

I purposely ignored Dazai's pouty face for the rest of the day, the man clearly upset that he didn't get to kiss me. I shook my head, glaring at him from across the office while threateningly pointing my pen at him.

"Work, dammit."

"I don't wanna! Bella, don't be so mean!"

I fixed him another glare before going back to my work, finishing up the final report for the last case we were on. After going through and making sure it was perfect, I saved and emailed it to the President, just as the door to the office slammed opened.

"He's gone!"

"Keiko?! What the he- Keiko, what's wrong?"

I stood up from my desk, my best friend standing before me in a frazzled state. She looked extremely distressed, tears falling down her face. I rushed to her, the woman collapsing into my arms as we both fell to our knees.

"He's gone!" she exclaimed before she started to sob into my chest. "He's gone! He's gone! He's gone!"

"Keiko..." I looked up at the others with wide eyes, them looking on with alarm. I turned back to Keiko, rubbing on her back as she continued to sob.

Taichi was killed. He was found in an alleyway with multiple stab wounds. Keiko had received a call from the police after his identity was discovered, the detectives revealing the tragic news to her.

"I'm so sorry, Keiko..." I said to her softly, sitting with her in one of the small areas of the office, separated by simple dividers. "... how the hell did this happen? We just saw him last night when he dropped you off at my place..."

Keiko had finished crying, but the terrible sadness in her eyes was a clear indication of how devastated she was. I clenched my fists, feeling my anger from earlier building up again.

"I'm going to have to make my statement," Keiko said softly, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Do you want me to go with you to the station?" I asked and she shook her head.

"No... it's okay..."

"The thing is, you are also one of the last people to see him alive," Kunikida spoke up, standing by with Dazai and Atsushi. "You'll have to give your account too..."

Sighing deeply, I absentmindedly reached under my skirt, pausing when I didn't feel my knife against my thigh where it usually was. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head to myself before I went back to rubbing on Keiko's back in an attempt to comfort her.

Soon, Keiko and I left the Agency and headed on over to the police station. We gave our accounts of the night before when we last saw Taichi, us talking separately with a different agent.

"Now you know, Mr. Kamiya was in the Port Mafia," the agent said and I nodded. "And they have quite a bit of history with your little organization."

I didn't like the condescending tone in his voice, but I kept my cool. "Of course, but none of us have anything to do with this man's murder, and you have no evidence proving otherwise."

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Well, this is all we need. You're free to go."

I nodded before quietly making my way out of the interview room. I met with Keiko, who looked like she had been crying again and I pulled her into a comforting hug. "It's okay. This will be over soon."

Later on, I found myself back at the Agency, Keiko choosing to go home, despite my protests. My head was buried in my arms, not moving as I felt someone put their hand on my head, lightly scratching my scalp.

"Looks like the police will keep on investigating Taichi's murder," Dazai said and I peeked one eye out to find him leaning against my desk. "Thing is, I'm sure the Port Mafia will also be conducting their own investigation. Ohh, this is gonna get interesting~"

"So is it better if we stay out of this, then?" I asked, sitting up in my chair. "I mean, unless we're asked... we don't have to touch this."

Dazai regarded me for a moment, a mysterious smile growing on his face before he just threw his hands up nonchalantly. "I get it, you were friends with the guy."

"Not really," I corrected him immediately. "Keiko is my friend."

"Ohhhhh," Dazai just hummed, tapping his forefinger on his chin. "Well anywho, the police are gonna have their hands full if the Port Mafia really gets involved! It wouldn't hurt to help, right?"

I hesitated, a small smile soon growing on my face as I nodded. "Sure. Let's start tomorrow."

"How about tonight instead?!" Dazai asked with a cheerful smile while I just glared at him angrily, the two of us now standing in the middle of the crime scene.

"Why do I even bother believing a word you say?" I hissed at him, attempting to kick the man but he quickly side stepped me. I gritted my teeth. "Ugh, plus it's already dark, Dazai. It's gonna be harder to find any evidence." Indeed, the only light we were getting was from the full moon up ahead, and the shitty lights above the side door of one of the buildings. "Are we even allowed to be here?"

Dazai simply nodded his head. "Of course, we were assigned to this case, afterall."

"... you told me the police were keeping it," I said, eyebrows twitching in annoyance. Was he serious?!

Dazai just smiled and threw his hands up. "Guess I was mistaken," he hummed and I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples.

"Okay so... what now?" I asked, finally looking around the crime scene. It was obviously taped off and Taichi's body was removed. All there was left was a giant stain of blood, which I now looked at with a worried face.

"Just by the nature of the crime alone, we can easily say it was a crime of passion. If this was a local gang or rival, he would have been shot, or even jumped and beaten to death. Official word is, he was stabbed over sixty times," Dazai explained, standing beside me and staring at the blood. "There is no sign of the murder weapon, no other physical evidence besides Taichi's dead body and blood. We'll have to wait for forensics to give us their final word, but I can tell... this might not be so easy to crack."

I nodded solemnly, my fists clenched tightly.

"Or... will it?"

I took in a deep breath before turning and sending Dazai a sheepish smile. "Well, we got our work cut out for us, huh."

Dazai chuckled softly. "Yeah, but that's what makes it fun."

"So Dazai," I started, crossing my arms over my chest. "I have a question."

"I may have an answer."

"Have you ever killed anyone before?"

Silence followed after my question and I turned to look at the man. His hands were in his pockets, a weird smile on his face. "I have. Quite a few."

For some reason, the answer didn't shock me as much as it probably should. "How do you sleep at night?"

More silence, before Dazai stood before me. I looked up at him, heart thudding when I saw that same dim look in his eyes. His lips curled up and he leaned in, making me hold my breath as he whispered.

"Like a baby."

My breath hitched in my throat, eyes going wide. I licked my lips nervously, nodding my head slowly. "I see..." Just... wow.

"You know, I could have gone without seeing your ugly face, Dazai."

A look of distaste grew on Dazai's face as the newcomer came sauntering up to us. He wore black, a familiar hat resting upon a familiar head of red hair. Blue eyes stared daggers into my coworker, mouth curled into a displeased snarl.

"Ah, Chuuya! It is a small world, after all," Dazai sang, the glare in his eyes not meeting the jovial tone of his voice.

Chuuya scoffed. "I thought you'd be fucking dead by now, but of course, you always love to piss me off."

"'Cause it's so much fun!"

The two men clearly didn't like each other, but that was the least of my concerns. All I could do was stare at Chuuya in shock. Of course, Taichi was one of his subordinates, he would want to find out who his killer was and get retribution. That was just how the Port Mafia worked.

I gulped, carefully trying to back away from the two. They could stand there and bicker with each other all they want. I had to get out of here before-

"Oh wait, meet my new friend!" Dazai wrapped his arm around my neck, wrestling me to his side effortlessly as I tried to break free. He knew I was trying to escape and made sure that didn't happen.

"Hey, let me go!" I hissed, not pleased with being pulled into a damn chokehold.

"Not until you meet my old friend!"

Chuuya growled. "We're not friends, damn traitor!"

Traitor? I grew confused, eyebrows pinched even as I fought against Dazai's hold. Chuuya narrowed his eyes when he finally got a good look at me.

"Hey... do I know you?"

Crap. "Uh..." I laughed sheepishly, Dazai now confused as he looked back and forth between the two of us.

"You know each other?"

"W-well..."

"We met a few months ago," Chuuya spoke up, his eyes widening in realization before his eyes narrowed and he snarled.  "Knew you couldn't be trusted."

"Wait!" I exclaimed, making it out of Dazai's hold and holding my hands up to Chuuya. "I swear... I didn't even know about the ADA when we met. It was just as I said that night, I lost my job and was there to drink my pain away."

"Tch," Chuuya sounded, his eyes still narrowed. "And now you work with this traitorous bastard. Lucky you."

There was that word again.

"What do you mean by traitor?" I asked, at the same time Dazai spoke up.

"How the hell do you two know each other?"

Chuuya scoffed. "I fucked her."

I squeaked, Dazai's eyebrows raising.

"Interesting. I'm fucking her too."

I squeaked again, waving my hands wildly before either man could respond. "D-don't we have a murder to solve, huh?!"

It fell on deaf ears, the two men staring each other down, all before their eyes were on me and my trembling form.

"You know... I feel like we've been here before, Chuuya."

Said man snorted. "When you fucked my girls?"

"Like you haven't fucked mine?"

Okay, now I was confused. "Um... I don't understand..."

"Oh yeah!" Dazai exclaimed a bit too cheerfully, putting a hand on Chuuya's shoulder, earning a withering glare. "Chuuya and I go way back. Were the best of friends."

"No we weren't."

"We were partners! The best there was!"

"... tch."

Partners? What the hell did Dazai mean by partners? I looked between the two men, lips formed in a thin line. Then, the answer struck and my mouth fell open in shock. There was no fucking way... Dazai? I swallowed thickly, shaking my head for this was not the time or place to be thinking about this.

"Okay... I can only imagine just how deep this shit goes," I started, the men looking at me curiously. "But we have a murder to solve. Whatever... this," I gestured my hand between the two of them. "Is... it can wait. Y'all can make out or whatever later."

That was my attempt at breaking whatever tension there was, but I was the only one cackling when Dazai and Chuuya immediately protested.

"I will kill you!"

"That is not funny, bella!"

"Ugggh, I don't have the time for this. I should have known that the ADA would be investigating this, and that just pisses me off. You two should just stay out of my way," Chuuya said, hands in his coat pocket. "Though you... word is that you were one of the lasts who saw Taichi alive."

My heart dropped when Chuuya looked at me and I frowned. "And I told the police that I saw him when he dropped Keiko off at my apartment. There are cameras in the lobby that will show that I never left the apartment. We even ordered food in."

"Fuck. And there is no other evidence right now. No weapon, no hints of DNA. It's like the killer just vanished," Chuuya said to himself and I glanced at Dazai, seeing the amused look on his face.

"What if it was an ability user?" Dazai suggested. Chuuya gritted his teeth.

"Shut up! I don't need your help!"

"Really? Are you sure?" Dazai taunted the red head, quickly ducking when Chuuya swung his foot in a wide kick. Dazai didn't get hit, but the wall behind him took the damage, large cracks forming on the surface. I swallowed thickly. Just how strong was Chuuya?

"H-hey," I started nervously, foolishly getting between the two men before they could start a fight. "We're after the same goal, right? Why don't we just... work together?" The fierce glares I got made me shrink. "O-o-or! Or not! That's fine! Just don't fight!"

"Bella is right... fighting is so beneath me," Dazai said wistfully and I sighed deeply.

"Dazai, I'm being serious. This man was my best friend's boyfriend. I want to find his killer too."

"Just stay out of it," Chuuya growled. "This has nothing to do with either of you. The Port Mafia will handle this."

"Let's make it a race then." Both Chuuya and I were dumbfounded as we looked at Dazai, waiting for him to continue. "A competition to see who figures this out, the ADA or the Port Mafia."

"Dazai... what the hell?" I asked in disbelief, Chuuya stepped closer to him.

"What's the prize?"

Dazai smirked, raising a bandaged hand and pointing right to me. "Our bella."

My jaw dropped. "You're fucking kidding me?"

"No," Dazai answered rather seriously. "I'm not."

Chuuya is strangely quiet, his unreadable eyes now trained on me. I fidgeted under his gaze, looking away to find Dazai staring at me all the same. I shivered. I hated this; hated being part of such a stupid competition as a prize, and I hated that I fucking loved it. I screwed my eyes shut.

"Deal," Chuuya finally said and I gasped when I felt his familiar leather clad fingers cup my face, him moving my head to make me look at him. "Gotta say, I didn't expect to see you again, but I'm glad our paths have crossed a second time." I became extremely flustered and Chuuya smirked. "Tell me, Dazai. What was it like having my sloppy seconds?"

I gasped sharply with Dazai only laughing darkly, suddenly feeling his presence behind me. "Can't say it was too bad..." he answered and I just completely clocked out, breath hitching as I felt a bit embarrassed. And turned on. They knew exactly what to say to get me riled up.

"Okay, I'm leaving! It's late and I still haven't eaten dinner yet! Bye!" I was frantic trying to rush away from them as fast as I could. I didn't even turn back when Dazai called after me.

"See you tomorrow, bella!" Dazai chuckled softly, watching me disappear, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"A race? Really?" Chuuya asked incredulously, eyes piercing as he stared at his old partner.

"It will just make this all the more fun," Dazai hummed.

"You're a bastard," Chuuya scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Just stay out of my way. Taichi getting himself killed just ruined the investigation we had on him."

"Oh?" Dazai raised his eyebrows, amused. "Was he being a naughty boy?"

"Shut the fuck up, Dazai."

-End

I have this headcanon that Dazai and Chuuya definitely stole each other's girls and even shared them and had threesomes when they were partners and ya'll CANNOT tell me otherwise.

[lamnwar]

Thanks for the tag Vesper my love 💕 your writing is exquisite! this looks fun to do so here it goes hihi

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) then share it. Then tag ten people. (Sorry I'm not doing that, I can't think of ten accounts 😭)

Fair warning: some of these are issued from my NSFW work and may be suggestive/sexual content. These works will be in red.

1. Dragon Girl // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

The virgin skin of your chest being marked so beautifully – the dragon head in the valley of your breast, its wings cupping them – it is a lot to take in. But once you do, you have to smile.

2. Clueless Little You // Akashi Seijuro x gn! Reader

And he promised, with a kiss, that he would stay by your side like he always did.

3. It just makes sense // Kagami Taiga x gn! Reader

It only makes sense, that he’s come to sleep by your side for other reasons too – because he’s wanted to cook diner for the two of you, and he’s ended up enjoying himself so much that the prospect of going back to his empty home made him want to stay longer with you.

4. Thursday Nights // Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem! Reader

"You're so so pretty."

Here you are, mere centimetres away from him.

"You're one to talk, can't believe such a gorgeous boy is all mine."

5. You're Something // Midorima Shintarō x Fem! Reader

And then, there are those hands, big and strong, yet so soft as you remember the way his fingers felt next yours. You can’t tell if what is happening to you is making you hate him more, but it surely drives you crazy.

6. Fine Line // Aomine Daiki x gn! Reader

“Shit, y/n, how can you even ask if I’m fine being your best friend?” he says, voice low in your ear. “I love you but you’re one huge dumbass. I’ve been making moves for months, so again, how can you ask if I’m ok with just being your best friend?”

7. Never Again // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

He looks at you; without a doubt, he trusts your words, yet he can’t help feeling the way he does. The mere prospect of a breakup has left him all shook up, and he’s spent all day trying to recover from that – in vain.

8. Summer Rains // Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem! Reader

"Go take a warm shower and then we'll take a nap, how about that?"

You can feel tears pool up.

"I'd like that" you say, voice shaking.

9. Speak Up // Murasakibara Atsushi x Fem! Reader

He looks at you, raised eyebrows. Well, if this doesn’t make the situation a whole lot more entertaining to him…

“Eh… you want me to get the truth out of you, huh?”

10. Up to Expectations // Hyūga Junpei x Fem! Reader x Kiyoshi Teppei

You immediately obey, part of you wondering why so – is it because you feel like you have no right to stop your filthy activity now that you’ve got caught, or is it because you are somehow turned on by the words of your captain?

Again, I can't think of anyone to tag but if you write, this might be fun for you too! 🥰

Ten Random Lines Tag

Thank you so much for the tag @sillyliterature ~!

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I'm gonna split this randomly between published and unpublished fics~

empty hourglass (Fire Emblem, Ikesoren)

The light from the fire dances on Ike’s face, highlighting his features in a striking way. Soren barely pushes down the urge to reach out and touch him. That would cross a line; he’s better off watching from the sidelines, only watching, wanting but not acting.

2. 'til the stars evaporate (Mass Effect, Shrios)

The salty water climbs up her throat, and she keeps one hand free with all her might. Thane’s hand closes around hers, and she stares up into his face, her own deep fear mirrored in his features. This can’t be it, it can’t, she fought so hard to get here, she can’t be saying goodbye to him again, not like this, not now-

3. Home (No.6, Nezushi)

“He’s coming back.” Shion speaks before Inukashi can. They have to look at him to confirm that it’s actually Shion speaking; the voice sounded much too calm to be coming from him. Shouldn’t you be upset? they want to ask.

4. Wire (Fire Emblem 3 Houses, Edeleth)

“El,” says Byleth, “we’re married . It’s hardly embarrassing to dream about your own wife .”

As quickly as that, the blush is back again. “Byleth, please.”

“I can’t help it. You make it so easy.” Byleth finally stops laughing, though a broad grin still lingers on her face, warm and inviting. Edelgard steps over and puts a hand on her waist.

5. Thalassophobia (Mass Effect, Shepley, gift fic for my partner)

EDI considers for a moment. "I see. I will alter my programming to reflect this new knowledge. Thank you, Lieutenant Commander Williams."

"Sure thing," says Ashley. The two of them stand side by side for a moment before she adds: "And you don't need to add the title every time. We're crewmates."

6. Chasing Daylight (Fire Emblem 3 Houses, Black Eagles genfic)

In the dock, Edelgard and Byleth hit the floor side by side. Edelgard pulled the helmet off her head and took a deep breath. She was still alive, and so was Byleth - somehow, they’d made it. Now all they had to do was survive going through the center of a black hole.

7. Nowhere Bound, chapter 2 (Dragon Age, Hawkebela)

“Things have been in constant motion these past three days. Sailing this ship has kept us all busy.”

“You can say that again,” she says. “I think Isabela actually likes making us run around like this.”

Fenris snorts. “I agree.”

8. Like a page from a storybook (Miraculous Ladybug, Ladrien)

“It’s an honor, Prince Adrien.”

“Likewise, Lady…?” Prince Adrien’s eyes twinkled as he waited for her to give him her name. Ladybug panicked.

“Bug.”

“Lady Bug?”

“Yes, that’s right."

9. And you twist the knife (13 Sentinels, MeguTomi)

Above it all, one thing, one name keeps floating to the surface, haunting her like a bad dream that doesn't fade with the daylight:

Tomi.

Tomi, who had been her best and only friend for so long. Who, in spite of all the loss they'd both experienced, had never turned away from who she is or what she believes in. That's the Tomi that Megumi has betrayed.

10. distant ripples (Mass Effect, Shrios)

"I miss you," she says out loud, shattering the silence for just a moment. The weight of her own words settles on her shoulders. "I miss you so, so much."

Tagging: @jotarowan @megatraven @vespersposts @missydiabolical @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul @flatescardos @ahhhnorealnamesallowed and anyone else who feels like doing this, feel free to say I tagged you :D

[umisabaku]

Hi I know you're super busy right now (I cried so hard at the end of In These Filthy Halls and I'm so ridiculously pumped for the MasaYou fic you have no idea) but I was wondering if there was anymore of the Muramuro fairy tale au fic in the works? Murasakaibara and children together is the best combination.

Himuro makes sure to put on a show when he cooksdinner—with very theatrical sauce pouring and stirring and detailedpresentation of food. Both Murasakibara and Kyabetsu watch, wide-eyed andsolemn, the entire time and they have matched ravenous appetites when theydevour dinner. Clearly, table manners are not important in the demon’shousehold.

“Did you like it?” Himuro asks with a smile,after every crumb of food has disappeared.

“It was amazing!” Kyabetsu saysenthusiastically, around the same time Murasakibara scowls and says, “It wasfine.”

Kyabetsu takes her cue from her father and turnsback to regard Himuro with more detached manner. “It was fine,” she sayscoolly. “And you will make it again tomorrow.”

“I would love to make it again tomorrow,” Himurosays, and his eyes rest on Murasakibara. “That is, if I am staying for anotherday.”

Kyabetsu whips her head towards her father,suddenly very alarmed at the thought that Himuro might not be staying,and while she doesn’t plead on Himuro’s behalf, her eyes are full of dismay andwoe.

“Murochin can stay and cook,” Murasakibaragrumbles, like he is bestowing a very great favor upon Himuro.

“Thank you, Atsushi, I’d be delighted,” Himurosays.

*

That is how they spend their nights. Himurocooks, and Murasakibara allows him to stay for another day, and then another.Himuro makes a point to always confirm that his presence is wanted, largelybecause he likes hearing that Murasakibara does, in fact, want his presence.

Himuro senses, also, that it is fairlysignificant that Murasakibara allows him to stay. If Himuro had to guess, hewould hazard that Murasakibara does not trust a lot of people, and he would notlet someone stay near his daughter if he didn’t have a lot of faith in them.

It seems like a very momentous thing indeed whenMurasakibara heads out of the tower and willingly leaves Himuro alone withKyabetsu.

“Don’t you ever go with him?” Himuro inquires.

Kyabetsu sighs and looks down at her shoes. “I could.He said I could come if I wanted to. I’m not a prisoner, youknow.”

“The thought never occurred to me,” Himuro says, although he is lying.

Kyabetsu scowls at him, like she knows he’slying. “I’m not. I just don’t want to leave. I have everything Iwant, right here in my tower.”

Himuro tries to imagine this, and he can’t. Whenhe was a child, all he ever wanted to do was escape.

It’s pretty much all he does now.

“Why don’t you want to leave the tower,Kyabetsu?”

She just tilts her head. “Why don’t you?”

Himuro has to admit, he really doesn’t know.

*

When Kyabetsu sleeps, he spends his nightstalking to Murasakibara. He tells himself it’s because he’s trying to discoverthe Beast’s secret to his intricate spellcraft, but after awhile he knows thatcan’t be true. (Murasakibara is not hiding anything from him: “I think of aspell, and I do it. It’s not hard, Murochin.” He just happens to be one ofthose rare geniuses that doesn’t need years of study or intense training formagic; it comes to him as easy as breathing).

After a few weeks in the tower he realizes it’sthe longest he’s ever spent in one place, after he first set out away from hishome town. He lives in a tower with a tall, attractive man, and a small child,and when that finally dawns on him he’s a little appalled by how domestic itall is.

“Atsushi, does it bother you that I am here?” heasks one night, perhaps because he wants Murasakibara to say yes, he isa bother. He wants the excuse to leave.

“Murochin isn’t a bother,” Murasakibara says.And Himuro is glad to hear that but also frustrated; there isn’t anything forhim here, there’s no reason why he should stay.

Then Murasakibara reaches out and touches hishand, and Himuro meets his gaze, surprised. Murasakibara has never willinglytouched him before.

“Murochin isn’t a bother,” Murasakibara saysagain, only his eyes are heavy with focus, and Himuro has never been looked atso intently before.

“Oh,” Himuro says. And then the only thingreally for him to do is to lean in, closer to touch.

A/N: Aahhh, thank you friend, anon-friends! I amso sorry for how long this update has taken me. With each new request I trulymeant to provide an update and then felt increasingly guilty when it didn’thappen. I still want to finish this story! I’m very glad there are still peoplewho want to read the rest of this story!! There’s like, two more parts afterthis? Three at the most? I will try to be more prompt. Thanks again!! Parts OneTwo Three Four

[sushi-atsushilover]

Fyodor is like that one girl who when her last crush didn't turn out very well resorts to try and date someone close to the crush e.g their sibling or bestie. If you think about it, he wanted Dazai to be his "other half", but Dazai couldn't manage to be his other half so now he's targeting Atsushi aka his subordinate and also his friend. Fyodor is officially the stereotypical mean girl except he's smart unlike all the bimbos.

Someone's last crush didn't live up to the hype 😬