#albatrossxreader

[jackiepackiee]

Hey hope I don't bump you at the wrong time ma dude.

Could you write general poly dating headcanons for the flags with a gender neutral reader? I have seen the stormbringer so dry like the Roman Empire at night🙏.

I hope it isn't uncomfortable, and you don't need to write it if you don't want to.

Have a splendid day sweetheart 💋

Okay, let’s pretend reader is 18 so everything actually makes sense. No adults with our Chuuya

𝐹𝓁𝒶𝑔𝓈 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒫𝑜𝓁𝓎

Ft. Pianoman, Lippmann, Albatross, Iceman, Doc, and Chuuya

For this to work you have to be in the port mafia

How else would you be so lucky to have met all these men?

And, they would never put a civilian in that much danger

Speaking of danger, good luck ever actually being in it

With these six, you may as well have your own arsenal of body guards willing to kill every enemy for your safety

That being said, they all go about your safety a bit differently

Pianoman likes to have you by his side at all times, since he doesn’t see much action. Expect to have him, a leader, tell others to beat up any threats while he spends his precious time with you. He doesn’t want you to see that violence

Albatross is an idiot. He likes to fight, and even more than that he likes to show off. And nothing is better than the holy trinity of showing off you to, keeping you safe, and earning your praise after a fight. He keeps you far away, duh. But he likes to know you’re watching him be the best boyfriend/bodyguard he can be.

Iceman is a secretive man. You will never see one of his jobs, ever. You won’t know a single name of a victim, a location, a time. He would hate for you to have to deal with any of the dark realities of his work. Expect to be sat all pretty in his office while he “takes care” of a man who’s been threatening to kill you.

Doc is your safety net. He isn’t a fighter, and is usually the one around helping the others heal after they defended you. But his job is gory, probably the most. He sees patients with all sorts of nasty injuries. So he keeps you in the part of the infirmary where the window shows to the ocean and the nice nurses talk with you. Away from the scary side he resigns in.

Lippmann is proud to have you around, and will be more bark and less bite. Not to say he won’t attack others, but he would much rather threaten them. Keeping you safe, while sitting getting to hold your waist instead of the hassle of beating up some guys. And his threats work, always. It scares you sometimes, but only a little.

Chuuya is the most protective. Despite being the youngest, he has the most fierce loyalty and would actively burn down an entire enemy base just to see you safe. He doesn’t care if you see him fight, since he knows you know he’s strong. (But he wouldn’t mind looking over to you during a battle just to see your adoring eyes at his skill)

Pianoman, who had just held you in his lap, plopped you down onto the wooden chair before shooting up. Walking to Albatross, who was wincing at the alcohol swap cleaning his wounds.

“What were you thinking?”

Pianoman snapped, and Doc gave him an annoyed glare.

“Yelling at Albatross isn’t going to help him heal.”

“Maybe he shouldn’t thought about that before bringing them into an active battle field!”

Albatross pushed Doc’s hand away from his bleeding wound, and stood up. Face to face with Pianoman.

“I knew they were safe! I’m not stupid, I would’ve known if-“

Before you could hear more of their argument, Lippmann, spun your chair to face him. Tilting your head up by your chin.

“Hey, how about a walk? Chuuya has been dying to go to that new arcade with you, now is a good time.”

Luckily, with such a large group you always had at least one knight in shining armor. Hating to see the boys fight, you left. Trusting them enough to know everything would be okay.

They are all a little different with affection, so every love language you may have is compatible!

Pianoman is a spoiler, always giving you everything you want. He is the most paid in the group, as the leader and the eldest. You want a new outfit? It’s yours. A inanimate dinner? He’s cleared his schedule. He’s a tease too, so expect this romance to be accompanied by a joke about your shy gratitude.

Albatross is a ray of sunshine. The one thing he likes to show to show in love is make your smile. He’s not always joking around, and knows when to be serious. Hard day at work? He’s taking you to the beach on his motorcycle. Fight with another flag? He’s buying you flowers. It’s not only his jokes and silly nature that make you laugh, but his loyalty to his love that warms your heart. Even if he tries to keep that side of him a secret.

Iceman is a classic man, and his love is no different. He wishes to make every moment special, since he knows time is never on anyone’s side. His idea of a perfect moment is the two of you in his apartment. Jazz music playing on some one-of-a-kind record, eating a meal he made, and you smiling and babbling about your day. He’s a domestic kind of guy, with a secret taste for peaceful romance.

Doc is a little clueless. From his time in America studying medicine, he’s seen a lot about romance. But he doesn’t know what is right. So, he does what he feels is best. Looks up ways in his textbooks to boost your serotonin! It’s nerdy, obviously, but it works. Little zoo dates, dinners that are surprisingly healthy yet delicious. He cares for your health, and subconsciously shows his love by taking care of you.

Lippmann is a romantic tease. He knows all about love, having played it in many movies. And enjoys physical contact the most. He enjoys showing you off, not as a prize but more as “I’m so lucky because my lover is the best and they chose to be with me.” He goes a little overboard sometimes… roses every other day can get a bit annoying. Trust me, he’s had a scolding from Doc about taking off the thorns after you pricked your finger.

Chuuya does whatever feels right. He’s shy, and his love is “puppy love.” But that doesn’t stop him, not at all. He wants to spend as much time with you as possible, and will follow you around like a puppy. He enjoys sharing his interests with you. Arcades dates are a must. Whenever he finds out something new about the world, even if it’s general knowledge, he tells you in excitement. Always expect him to deny his blush after giving you a hug or kiss. Speaking of, thank goodness he’s a natural at affection.

Overall? Your life will be pretty chaotic, with a million different dates each week. But know everyday with be filled with love.

And they all work together to make you the happiest.

[lovewithkarma]

Finding an boy in your room.

Ft : the flags (3/5) (pianoman, iceman, doc)

Tw this is very very short and it almost four am to 5am so this isn't edited and for doc part reader got wine

This is my first time writing here and for the flags😿

You are their child or child figure

Pianoman

♡ It was an lovely day, pianoman had the day off, so he was doing errands around Yokohama

♡ Perfect time to sneak In someone.

♡ So after sometime, you called him to come over.

♡ After the call he went straight to your house and y'all started to watch an long movie in your room

♡ After sometime, y'all got bored and started to get really touchy

♡ So touchy that you didn't hear the front door open or your room one.

♡ Mid way of you making out with an unknown boy.

♡ "(reader), it seems I misplaced my wallet, have you see-"

♡ Pianoman stood in stock but regain his composure.

♡ " (Reader)...Who is this (?)

♡ You saw the look in his eye and you knew you were gonna be grounded for an while.

Iceman

♡ As an hitman, he never really knew when he was going to be home

♡ One night he was taking extra long so you texted him

♡ "how long till your back?"

♡ "don't know"

♡ So obviously you took this as an chance to invite an boy over.

♡ You knew iceman wasn't going to be here till the late morning so why not?

♡...And you were right!

♡ y'all did whatever people do when the opposite genders comes to your house and successfully did whatever it was

♡ But the thing is that he (the boy) never left..

♡ So as y'all laid in bed cuddling (at 6am)

♡you saw your doorknob turning..

♡ Fuck.

♡ Every single time iceman works late he comes into your room to make sure your asleep and safe.

♡ How could you forget??

♡ Iceman stood there with his right arm on your doorknob and left hand holding an cigarette

♡ He stood there in an stoic face and takes an deep breath. He points to the boy and said:

♡"...You. Out now."

♡ The boy could already smell the blood on iceman and quickly went out your door

♡ "yes sir"

♡ The boy ran out of your house and iceman turned to look at him an then back at you.

♡ He inhaled his cigarette.

♡ "you're grounded."

Doc

♡ As an surgeon he worked many hours for the pm

♡ So it wasn't unusual for doc to come home late

♡ So naturally you invited an boy over

♡You guys were at first just hanging out

♡ But then it started to get really boring

♡ And you guys were already not there because of the wine you guys already drank

♡ So naturally y'all start to slur your words and well now y'all are mouth to mouth making out

♡ But the thing was that you were on couch.

♡ So when doc walked in, you aren't really surprised ( or you were too out if it from the wine)

♡ "... Fufufu what's this?"

♡you looked up to see doc smirking..

♡ fuck.

♡ The boy quickly leaves the house and doc didn't care to look

♡ he gives you the talk an few minutes after the boy leaves

[jackiepackiee]

Hi pooks do could you do romantic headcanons for the flags (anyone you'd like) with a reader that goes absolutely quiet after an argument, but it's not silent treatment, it's just that they've grown so used to it.(totally didn't base it on me, totally not.)

But only if you're comfortable with it of course!

Have a great day or night and take care.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝓁𝒶𝑔𝓈 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒬𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

Iceman

The terrifying thing about your arguments is that Iceman is not very talkative

Or expressive for that matter

So when you’re afraid of his reaction, and he doesn’t have any signs of obvious anger or sadness…

Well, it’s scary!

He’s a big guy

So the argument is going… alright

Bad of course, you’re fighting, but it’s not that bad

Until he makes this face

It’s a sorta of distance, anger that he never ever shows

And god, does it set your brain off

Although, only you know that

Because to everyone else, your face is blank and you’re completely silent

He is confused

I mean, that’s his job?!

To be rather stoic, not you!

His lover, he knows you

And he knows this isn’t normal for everyday behavior

The argument ends there

He’s too confused to speak

So… he figures you’re upset

And when he does, he pauses

Then, he hugs you

Pushing back his coat to have your arms wrap his waist

Covering you from the world

He doesn’t know what to do for you other than a hug

A kiss would be too much? And his voice is calming, however he fears that he’ll stumble his words and make things worse

So, a hug

He’ll be okay with silence, as long as you’re okay by the end of it

Pianoman

He’s a good arguer… unfortunately

His authority shows when he fights and it is QUICK to scare

He doesn’t intend this, but work has changed him

He is so used to dealing with men who’s entire job is full of gun shots and shouts being barked orders at

So he forgets that you’re his sweet lover, and can’t handle the very intense energy

If anything confuses him, it’s silence

I mean, the flags are LOUD

Albatross always joking with Doc, Chuuya telling them off. Lippmann practicing lines with Iceman on book

But his lover shouldn’t be silent

He sorta… freezes?

Finally realizes that you haven’t put a word in for the last 5 minutes

It’s just been… nothing

A blank stare, crossed arms, and a closed mouth

He felt bad with a deep feeling inside his chest

He gave you time, thinking you’d need it

He walked out awkwardly

And left you in the apartment

He goes for a drive, and comes back

When you’re still quiet, he decides action is needed

A kiss on your hand and up for arm

Ending on your lips followed by an “I’m sorry”

He pets your cheek, pulling you against him

It’ll be okay

He is VERY happy when you’re back to speaking

But for now… he can live with the silence you desire

Doc

He isn’t the argument type

But he works too hard!!

And you’re so concerned for him

I mean, he is sick himself so he shouldn’t be around others with a weakened immune system

He is stubborn and defensive, much to your dismay

And he isn’t easy to convince

Your concern over takes you

What once caused words to spill from your mouth at him, now made you silent

He thought you needed a second to think

Process your next sentence

But that next sentence never came

He stares at you, but stays silent too

Maybe this is the vibe now?

Forgive him, he’s more physical and not mental

It finally comes to him that you’re not going to talk

He stares at you for a while

Then he turns to his pocket

He gets… a lollipop?

He always gives his patients lollipops when they’re sad, you know this

So you take it with a weary hand

But… it’s so sweet!

By the time you finish it, you are feeling better

You may not speak for the rest of the night

But! You will feel better emotionally

Chuuya

Fights… well they happen

Serious fights are normal, especially for the double whammy of you two being teens and a couple

He tries his absolute best to not yell

But, his resolve is only so strong

He’s naturally loud

His words aren’t that mean, as he saves those for people he thinks deserve them

And you? He would never love a bad person

That doesn’t mean it isn’t hurtful

So… when his voice raises the way it does when he’s talking to an enemy, you freeze

No longer responding

He isn’t how he is with Dazai, not at all

He notices your change the SECOND you stopped

His heart stopped, thinking you’re scared of him!

That’s one of his biggest fears

He needs to you feel safe with him because you are safe

It doesn’t occur to him it’s the argument making you upset, and not him scaring you

You sad eyes look into him

Body vulnerable and shying away

“Hey… I didn’t mean it.”

He isn’t great with apologies, so this is a bit of a shot in the dark for him

And he isn’t sure why you’re quiet, but he hates it

Unless you ask, he won’t leave you alone for a SECOND

“I’m sorry.”

He sorta rambles out a bunch of words

But one string of them sticks out, the last one he says

“I love you.”

That was the first time he said that

He was so scared you feared him, he wanted to confess truth

And that was enough to let you speak again

Albatross

Alby isn’t exactly… emotionally mature

So when your arguments get truly serious instead of mock and banter, it’s a lot

His colder tone, sharp eyes

He obviously forgets how scary he is

There is a certain growl in the bass of his voice

So, for you it’s no surprise that you can no longer say anything

Words don’t even form

And he melts back into his old self

“Baby?”

He walks over to you… and pokes your cheek

Something that always makes you giggle

But no, not even a smile

Internally, he’s freaking out

So, he walks to the kitchen

He gets little note pads and a pen

He asks you to write down anything

How are you feeling?

Is your throat suddenly hurt?

Can you talk, but don’t wanna?

After each, he gives you a cheek kiss

As a sort of reward for communicating

Finally, he picks you up and whisks you to bed

You’ll be okay in the morning, especially with his cuddling

Lippmann

Lippmann is not the type to get into arguments

He is silver tongued and he knows it

It’s quite literally his job at the port mafia

So when you do fight, he’s a bit unhinged

Since the topic has to be very specific or important

If he knows one thing, it’s how to interpret words

Loads of different types of speaking, tone, speed

He’s a master of speech

So silence?

He is confused

How is he supposed to work with this?

And that makes him realize, “I shouldn’t think of my love as another port mafia case. I need to be genuine”

And his real talent comes out

He gives you time

Before simply pulling you with him to the couch

He puts on a movie, and turns the cold silence to something comfortable and warm

What a guy

[jackiepackiee]

Hello, I hope you're having a splendid day!

If your requests are open may I ask for the flags x single parent reader romantic headcanons? I've seen the other one with the mad scientist and I just found it so amazing!

But of course, only if you are comfortable, I don't want to pressure you.

I shall say my good byes now as I have to leave.

Take care of yourself and rest.

Goodbye.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓼 𝔁 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Warnings- parent struggles

Type - headcanons

Of course I added Chuuya.

Albatross -

Did someone say the fun dad?

He admires how responsible you are

Quite literally watches in awe at anything you do

Making a snack? Wow. Hushing your kid from crying? He’s shocked by your skill

Your kid likes cars? He will have an entire lot for them.

Trains? Look, now the port mafia has a and it’s trained named after your kid

Almost like a brother, sorry

He’s immature and has never been around kids

So so gentle however

He’s not dumb, just eccentric after all

You’ll definitely walk in on him covered in paint by your kid, laughing and letting it happen

Tea parties? Tea parties.

7/10, congrats, you have a second kid

Pianoman -

Thinks the absolute highest of you

Will never pry on what happened to the biological parent

But if they hurt you? He’s pulling piano strings

The kid is babied, no matter the age

He’s a leader, and a protecter

The port mafia doesn’t even know you have one

He likes a quiet personal life

No nanny’s, he will clear his schedule if needed

It’s his kid now, and he’s ready to try his best

Smart man, makes sure to let you get plenty of rest

Knows it must’ve been hard being alone

So he wants you to recover from however long you missed the rest you’ve needed

You kid wants a new toy? He will counterfeit money and buy hundreds

9/10, a great dad

Lippmann -

Why the hell is your kid suddenly speaking other languages?

It’s Lippmann. He’s too smart and will make sure to compliment you in French, or Spanish, or German

Your kid becomes so well mannered

“Look, daddy is on TV!”

It’s always fun to have a movie night and watch his newest film

Your kid is an actor now, yeah

Expect many private shows staring your lover and your child

His favorite? Princess/prince with him as the knight

Such an incredible comforter to both you and your child

You’re stressed? He’ll make sure you’re okay while also dealing with whatever’s freaking you out

10/10, just perfect

Iceman -

So goddamn gentle

Your heart will melt, watch out

He’s soft spoken and it must be magic at how well he can console your kids whines

You may know of his work, but only what he does

Not the victims, days, times, anything

But you kid? Doesn’t know a single thing

“My daddy is a superhero”

Yeah, depends on who you ask

He is technically killing bad guys (bad guys to the pm that is)

When you lay down your kid he’ll pull you to the kitchen and play a record

Slow dancing and lifting you up with immense ease

9/10, you may have death of a overheated heart

Doc -

…kinda awkward

He is good with kids, of course

All his years in med school? He had to have seen some children

He’s shy with you, but not shocked you have a kid

Will never judge you, not for a second

Makes sure your body has healed correctly

Back pains from pregnancy (if you are the mom)? You don’t know how but he will heal it

Your kid is like a walking dictionary, muttering words that would only make sense to a surgeon

For a doctor, it’s ironic how much he offers candy to them

“Be good and you’ll get a lollipop from daddy.”

7/10, your kid is always healthy, but he’s a bit childish too

Chuuya -

if you’re a teen parent he won’t care

Supports you and your child with his new pm check

Remember that one wan episode when he said that he would spoil a puppy if he had one?

That’s how he is with your kid and you

You want to take the kid to a new amusement park but the lines are too long for the kid to wait?

He will rent the entire thing, boy has connections

A lot of the sheep were young, so he is good with kids

Won’t be great as a role model, but an amazing protector

Nothing will ever hurt you or the child

If you want, he will definitely let you move in

Warning, the house will be filled with toys that the two of you won’t know what to do with

Overall 7/10 his heart is in the right place but he’s so young

[jackiepackiee]

“May I have this dance?”

Chuuya x reader

(ft. The Flags)

Warnings - none

Type - Fluff

Word Count - 798

A song for you by Donny Hathaway. The slow jazz filled every inch of the old world pool hall, seducing the ears of every resident that found themselves inside. There were only seven, but that's how it always was. Every other night, when no missions were to be had. Albatross, drinking some fruit-based cocktail while teasing Chuuya. The latter gritting his teeth at his friend, although any passersby would think he hates him. Iceman enjoyed the music, as well as Doc as he both sipped on some heavy whisky. Pianoman and Lippmann were in a very intense game of pool, tied the entire run. Then, you. Changing the record to some more up beat jazz.

“We should dance! Doesn’t that sound fun?” You had always been rather energetic with a bit of alcohol in your system. It’s not like this place had a limit or carded anyone.

Lippmann looked up at you, a bit surprised. “Dance? Since when did you dance?”

“Since forever! Come on~ I love dancing, it’s only natural.” She explained.

On the other end of the hall Albatross teased Chuuya’s hair, before whispering into his ear.

“Go dance with her, you know you wanna~”

You didn’t realize this teasing, thinking Chuuya’s red cheeks were only from some overly expensive wine. Little did you know he hadn’t had a sip all night.

“No way! Anyways she’s talking to Lippmann, I don’t wanna bother her.” Chuuya said, pushing away Albatross. Not enough to hurt him of course.

Lippmann was having the same idea, no way he’d pass the opportunity up to play matchmaker.

“Very well then. Hmm, I’m not sure… you shouldn’t dance with Doc, wouldn’t wanna knock over his IV.”

Pianoman joined in, putting his pool stick down.

“And not Iceman, he’s a whole lot bigger than you with all that muscle.”

Pianoman said, easily concealing his playfulness.

Doc leaned into the trio of you, Lippmann, and Pianoman.

“And not Albatross, I’d bet he has two left feet.”

You.. you were not understanding what this was leading to. But still giggled at Doc’s little joke. Luckily Albatross couldn’t hear.

“Well, then who? You, Lippmann?”

Did she have to be so dense?

“No! I mean uh- I’m not very good at dancing, and neither is Pianoman!” Lippmann tried to turn it on Chuuya.

“But Pianoman, I’ve seen you dance on a mission before?” She spoke, curious as to why it was said he couldn’t dance. He shook his head, lying for a good cause.

Albatross walked over before she could ask any more questions, Chuuya in tow.

“You know, Chuuya could dance with you! Isn’t that right?”

She perked up, happy someone would dance with her. She smiled, and he melted. How could he ever say no to her?

“Sure… will you dance with me?”

He asked, gentlemanly as he always was with her.

Iceman, quiet as he always was, was still listening. He picked a record, it was from New Orleans. Jazzy and fast pace, probably from the 1930’s. He knew she loved this style. Swing dancing… Chuuya was in for an absolute treat, as well as the rest of the flags. Since they knew damn well he’d be faking it till he made it.

“Of course I’ll dance with you! Let’s go!”

She took his gloved hand in hers. It was surprisingly soft leather, though the real hand would be much nicer to hold and feel. Even if neither would admit it.

“You ready, Chuu?” God, his heart would give out if she called him that nickname ever again. But, he wouldn’t complain. What a lovely way to die that would be. Damn it, he got distracted.

“Chuuya? Ready?”

She was so patient.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Umm.. what do I do?”

She laughed, not in a mean way. It was cute, that’s what he thought anyway.

“Sorry sorry.. we can start with the basics. Okay, hands in mine.”

He took her hands. Unbeknownst to her, the flags gave him grins and thumbs up. “Your nails… They are painted red. That’s my favorite color, they’re lovely.”

“It is? Well isn’t that perfect, and thank you.”

She started to sway to the music. He followed suit, thanking his past self for learning how to keep rhythm.

“Can I spin you?”

She agreed, spinning while holding his hand. She was smiling, eyes beaming while looking into his. Was she?… she had her doubts before, but she definitely loved him.

Iceman, with his knowledge of records, changed the music to play a slower song. Meaning Chuuya could hold her close. He did not need five wingmen.

He pulled her closer by the waist.

“The music slowed down, so we should too.”

“Since when did you know about dance?~”

He made a faux annoyed expression.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Part two?

[jackiepackiee]

Can you do flags with a VERY insecure reader

𝐹𝓁𝒶𝑔𝓈 𝓍 𝐼𝓃𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓇𝑒! 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - 𝓂𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

Apologies that some are shorter than others

Chuuya

Shows his care with tough love

He is well aware the life you both lead is dangerous, and you must be ready

So expect training

It’s not that you’re weak, it’s that he wants you to have confidence in your skills

He is a cocky person, but he cares for you more than his image

He’ll never admit it, but he’ll purposely lose a fight against you just to boost your confidence

Now, he’s the only one allowed to show this tough nature

Anyone else will be a goner

You’re out on a mission, and the enemy is taunting you?

Before he was just gonna take them out quick, but now he’ll have a little fun beating this one up

If you’re dating? He’s always there for you

You’re having a sleepover, and you’re awkwardly standing in the doorframe

“What are ya doing?”

He asked, and used his gravity to pull you into his bed. Making sure to not knock over the array of snacks and the movie laptop

You plopped onto the bed, and moved away

“Sorry…”

“The hell are you sorry for?”

He pushes the bag of your fav candy to you

“I… I dunno.”

“Well you’re gonna have something to be sorry for soon.”

“Huh?!”

“Get over here so we can watch this movie before I get bored!”

The perfect cure for your insecurities?

Chuuya Nakahara

Lippmann

If I’m being honest? He will make you feel worse at first

It’s not at all his fault of course and he doesn’t mean to

But he is just so damn perfect and I t’s hard to “compare to him”

So his most important lesson to you in to teach you that you are yourself

Not compared to him, but instead an attachment to him

A partner and a lover

And that if he’s so special, you must be even more superior for him to have chosen you

He’s the port mafias communicator after all, so he can make you believe whatever he likes

This is not manipulation of malice intent, but instead his only means of making you see yourself for your true value

“Love, what are you staring in the mirror for?”

“Oh… it’s nothing.”

“I would appreciate the truth.”

“This dress is most unflattering…”

“On you? It’s magnifying your beauty.”

He’s an amazing liar, though you see right through him

Of course you do, you’re his lover

So you know every compliment is genuine

Albatross

Oh boy… it’s not that he ignores it

But it’s more that he doesn’t understand why you feel that way

You’re so perfect? A loving, beautiful, and kind person

Patient enough to care for him so you being insecure confuses him

He loves to show you off, thinking the best therapy is experience

And at first? It’s embarrassing

Making you feel foolish with everyone’s eyes on you until he has one of his genius moments and tells you to

“look into there eyes. They adore you.”

Believe it or not, it’s a master plan

Take you to the most expensive parties in Yokohama and showing you off

The attention is hard, but he is sure to comfort you in your embarrassment

“Oh come on, you looked like an angel! One more time, that’s all I ask.”

And his pleading is charming. So magically that next time ticks something

It makes you realize that the eyes on you are of adoration

And jealousy that Albatross has you… wow, what a confidence booster

Although, if the eyes get too much looking to him may be the worst idea

His adoration isn’t just in his eyes, but his whole body. Pouring from him

It seems silly, but he’s not a high ranking mafiaoso for nothing

Iceman

The gentle king himself will be there, even if he’s sorta in the shadows

He’s VERY preceptive and knows what is going on with everybody around him

So the second you get a bad feeling, perhaps after passing a reflective window?

He’ll go to the flower shop down the street and drop them off at your desk

He’s not a talker, and probably won’t be able to comfort you

But actions are his forte

If someone made rude comments however?

And they made you upset?

They’re gone. It’s quick and clean

He isn’t one to show his partner off, but he has this silent care

Not overly touchy, but he likes to maybe keep a hand around you while out

He’s proud to be with you, he just doesn’t show it

Like the good man he is, he’s confused by such things as you saying “I’m stupid” or “I look terrible today”

Because… no you don’t?

He’s seen thousands of people, and some look a lot worse than you do? So how would you be considered bad?

But he won’t comment on it

Just like he is with Chuuya, he’s hesitant to do things incase it’ll further escalate the situation

Pianoman

This fun leader will make you feel better in the short and long term

He’s the type of man to always have a smile on his face

And obviously he’s gonna smile when he sees you!

That in of itself is a confidence booster and makes you much happier

He’s so welcoming to you every time you greet one another

And it makes your presence feel wanted, which it is

He isn’t going to fact your insecurities one on one

He isn’t an idiot, and knows that is he tries to tackle that issue he’ll be in over his head

He’s not a therapist, but he’s a comforter and someone you can rely on

Now… let’s say someone says something bad about you?

That piano wire is cutting something… if you know what I’m getting at

Now if you feel as if you look bad?

He disagrees, but nonetheless buys you very nice clothes and makeup (if you want)

He uses his counterfeit money, so skies the limit!!

Good luck even thinking about yourself when his dad jokes are always taking up your mind

Doc

Will say to himself “I’m a physical doctor… I’m a physical doctor” to stop himself from interfering at first

He would hate to accidentally mess up your mind even more

He knows you’d hate it if he knew how insecure you were

But it’s not his fault you’re not good at hiding it

So he stands by

Little acts of kindness on bad days

Flowers that have no allergens, fruit to make you feel healthy physically

But he can’t do this forever

Watch you suffer in your own head

So he steps in quietly

He’s not a main attraction type of guy

So he’ll help from the sides

And when you suddenly feel better about yourself?

Just know Doc is stitching up some patient while being proud of you for beating stupid thoughts

[jackiepackiee]

Hey princess

(oh god that's weird.)

I have seen that your request are open (or my delusional ass is lying to me)

So could I request like any of the flags x reader that's like ummmmm... Like a mad Scientific that explodes almost everything they touch?

Take your own time honey buns and take care or else the boogie man will get you❤️💋

-arrozamarilloAnon🍚

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚡 𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Warnings - explosions?

Type - headcanons

Made this platonic cause I didn’t know 🙏

Albatross -

Duo made in hell

How is all of Yokohama not gone?

Will ask you to add some crazy shit to his vehicles

Say no, please

Will very much enjoy watching your creations

And enjoys watching them blow up even more

“Can you make me part robot? Pleaseeee?” “No.”

Probably the worst best on having as a lab assistant

Will try and steal some chemicals

6/10, entertaining but not safe

Pianoman -

Will yell at you

If you’re ever caught being reckless? (Which you always are)

He will drag you away from whatever you’re working on and scold you

He isn’t leader of the flags for nothing

And no, he isn’t scared of you

He’s scared for you

Bombs, explosives, chemicals, all very dangerous

And he cares about you

6/10, great person but you won’t be having fun

Lippmann -

Such a menace

Will try and mess with people on missions with you

Threats became a whole lot easier

“Listen to me or my scientist friend will use you as a lad rat.”

As for bombs? A little scared

Don’t you dare ruin that perfect face with smoke from the explosion

But, he will cheer you on from afar

7/10, good but not extraordinary

Doc -

Twin!

Who better than this crazy scientist to be a duo with the port mafias best (or worst) scientist

Saying worst depending on what your skill is used for

Doc’s goal is to save lives, and what’s better than some of the victims of you?

Mafia enemies only of course

As for the explosions? He won’t be present

Already has enough health issues, and smoke isn’t his thing

All in all 9/10 for a partner in crime

Iceman -

Concerned

He’s a gentle, precise man

Tries to keep his life clean even during work

And having you around blowing up every other object? It’s a handful

He’ll never say anything mean

Only out of concern will he use this big muscles and drag you away from another experiment

“No, you’re going to blow your hand off.”

8/10, great for safety

Chuuya 16! -

Thinks it’s the coolest thing to watch explosions

“Blow this up! Woah! Again, again!”

He’s still a teen, of course watching a dumb of buildings get destroyed is awesome

But… still a little scared

You’re a scientist, and his past with them aren’t great

Rest assured that you’ll grow on him, everybody does

Always wants to team up

Using his gravity manipulation you can be right next to a bomb and he’ll protect you from any scrap metal that may fly away

8/10, very childish when seeing explosions (it’s cute) 

[jackiepackiee]

BSD FANS PLEASE REQUEST

[jackiepackiee]

𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝒮𝐵 𝟣𝟨 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 - 𝒾𝓃𝒿𝓊𝓇𝓎, 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 / 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉

If this post doesn’t blow up I will make this angst no comfort 😐

A single gunshot.

Silence…

Then a name, a call, a pleading scream.

“Chuuya!”

Nothing.

—————————————————————————

A mission, one that was supposed to be simple. Most missions were for Chuuya, using his ability and pure strength let him have total control. He was assigned it by Mori the night before, little background was taken. He knew it was a chance raid on a company that owed money to the port mafia. And what better than his lovely best friend crush to accompany him on an ambush?

Mori, somehow, allowed Chuuya to take you with him. Sure, you can fight, but it’s not like you needed to be there for the job. More like Chuuya needed you there for company.

In and out, grab and go.

An abandoned and crime ridden section of the city held the vault of the enemy. Millions of yen, dollars, pesos. These guys clearly were international, but not tough enough for the port mafia.

The lead up, the break in, and the stealing went smoothly. Chuuya and you, thick as thieves. Him making small comments he just knew would make you laugh. Even if it was a mission, he wanted to see his favorite person smile.

He pretended to be super rich, flashing the bills from the safe and speaking in a deep voice.

“Oh come on, you know that was funny!”

“No… it wasn’t”

“Then why are you laughing”

Unfortunately, one of the bills gave him a papercut. He acted tough, of course, but you saw right through him. Gently grabbing his hand and helping.

“Come on, you don’t gotta do this…”

“Shush, you need help. I know it hurts, so don’t lie to me.”

“I-“

“No lying.”

“It hurts…” Good thing you didn’t ask about his blushing cheeks. He definitely would’ve lied all the way to his grave to not admit your help was flustering him.

Chuuya, contrary to belief of most of his colleagues, was not used to the common injuries that happened everyday in such a dangerous workforce. A high pain tolerance doesn’t do too much in the face of a gunshot or stab wound.

With his ability, bullets and knifes never usually reached him, often being manipulated back to its original holder. Glowing redder than the blood that would spill out of the fresh wounds he’d create.

So when a stray slug came whirling at the two of you on your way out of the enemy’s warehouse, his ability wasn’t activated on account of his safety. He was much more focused on your banter.

Shocking you as well. Before you even heard the ring, his face contorted in pain. Alarms blared in your head.

His lung was hit, his fucking lung. It was obvious by his gasping and gurgling. Labored breaths covered by choking on blood filling his room for oxygen.

He had fallen down at your feet, turning himself over and looking up at you. Only one eye was open, the other squinting in pain. His hair was getting sticky, blood coating his usual black suit and small ponytail.

Your mind had two thoughts, and two thoughts alone.

“Run. Find help.”

Even as he begs you to go, you picked him up. Thankfully, he’s incredibly light. Only bothering factor was the blood that stained all of you. Not for the fact of the gore, for the fact that it was his.

“No, gah, I’ll be fine. Go.”

“Fuck I will.”

—————————————————————————

Alive, he was alive. Healthy? You weren’t sure.

You’d found Doc at the old world pool hall, playing billiards with everyone else. Rushing in with a now unconscious Chuuya laying dead weight in your arms.

Having Iceman rip him from your hold and cradle him to the nearest makeshift “operating table.”

As for your memory beyond that point, it was clouded.

All that stayed clear was… traumatic. Having to stab into his lung with a dull scalpel and hold open the wound as the blood drained from his lung cavity. It soaked into the velvet of the pool table.

Doc obviously made the cut, but only your fingers could hold the wound open to drain the lung without being too large or small.

He could breathe, though his consciousness was gone and his blood coated the floor to the ceiling.

Now it had been days and he was on some random floor of a port mafia skyscraper. You couldn’t even visit. And it was just your luck that Doc wasn’t his doctor so no updates could be given to you or the flags.

The others had been kind, of course. But it was all getting too much.

—————————————————————————

“Albatross, where are we going?”

Your arms were wrapped around your friend’s waist as you left Yokohama. He told you it was gonna be fun, but nothing else.

So after about 30 minutes the engine died down and he very gently took your arms off his sides. He wasn’t normally the gentle type…

It was a cliffside, running out of the woods with a small patch that the moonlight hit. The trees were tall, and the world felt so far away.

“You like it?”

They both sat near the edge, grass as a cushion for their exhausted forms.

“Why did you take me here?”

He froze a bit, then gained back his normal energy.

“I just wanted to show you this place. There's so much noise in the city, but here you can find peace. I wanted to share this place with you."

…

“I don’t need to be comforted, Alby.”

No smiles were shared anymore.

“I know that… but I- well I dunno.”

“You’re a good person, a good friend. You shouldn’t waste time to sleep doing something for me.”

His face turned to you incredulously.

"How could the thought of making you happy be a waste of time?" Albatross tilted his head. "I just want to spend time with you. Is that so wrong to you?"

You looked away, down to your thighs that were plush against the fuzzy grass. Water crashing into rocks below.

Eyes trained on the splash, each drop of water a hundred feet down. Stones unmoving, taking each hit.

“So you admit it.”

“Huh?”

“You did do this to make me happy.”

“That’s not what this is about.”

“Stop pitying me.”

"Pity? What are you on about?" Albatross scoffed, shaking his head and facing the horizon. “Is that how you see the world... and our friendship?"

“No, but that’s how I see this moment. You would’ve have gone out of your way if Chuuya hadn’t gotten hurt on that mission. I haven’t seen him for days!”

Albatross looked toward you, then away. Quiet in tone.

"You're right. I would have stayed home if Chuuya wasn't seriously injured. But you’re alone! I can't stand to see you upset. It breaks my heart to see you in such a state. So-“

You voice overtakes the air. Not even the crash of the sea in all its rage could be heard.

“No! Just no! I hate this! I hate how all of you look at me like I’m fragile! All the flags, hell Pianoman sent me a fucking bouquet! I don’t need flowers or some nice scenery… I need chuuya… and I hate that.”

The waves took over the scene again. The salt and water. Your head tilted back, moon dictating the void.

Breath in, breath out.

“Is he gonna be okay, Alby?”

…

“I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For…?”

A phone call rang out… his head whipped to the bag still on the motorcycle. It was yours. With little stitches of cute colors and patches of your favorite things.

By the time he looked back, you had vanished.

“Fuck… what the fuck!”

Had you fallen? Jesus, you must’ve. Jumped? No way, not you, never you.

Tripping over his feet, he stood. No body seen falling, no shaking bushes to show movement. He ran to the bag, fumbling the phone to find who called you.

“Chuuya Nakahara <3”

Vocalmail appeared.

Chuuya- “You didn’t answer my call but I’m okay… They are discharging me now. Call me back.”

An immediate call came to Chuuya.

“Hello?”

“Chuuya! God, I can’t-“

“Albatross? You’re not-“

“They’re gone!”

“Gone?”

“I don’t know! Gone, dead, missing. Just gone!”

“…what?”

—————————————————————————

You hadn’t been seen for twenty minutes, but it’s all that it took for Chuuya to rip out his IV and run to the HQ. Instructing Albatross to gather each Flag. He needed his most trusted colleagues…

“What the HELL happened?”

“Chuuya, let him go…”

“No! Fuck you Lippmann. Where are they Albatross, you son of a-“

“Enough!”

He let albatross go, walking to the corner. The six gathered in a meeting room. Only Pianoman had the balls to speak with the enraged Chuuya.

“Chuuya, if they’re gone…”

“They aren’t gone… no. You’re wrong.”

“Chuuya.”

“It’s the enemies fault. It’s my fault too. I got shot, and they must’ve been scared. Maybe someone took them! Or pushed them, you can’t see a body from that cliff view. I wasn’t there, I couldn’t save them. Albatross looked away and… and.”

“Chuuya! No, enough of that. What do you want to do?”

Every chair, every tile, every table and painting down to every atom around him glowed red. Floating. His answer was obvious.

“Find whoever did this a get revenge. Kill. Them. All.”

—————————————————————————

There was no talking him out of this. He’d go to the ends of the earth for you. For your honor, safety, happiness. Hell, what he’d to just to confirm what happened.

This side of Yokohama is dirty. Thick with construction. The night was no longer as young as it had been when you had gone, but no light glowed beside the moon. No sign of the sun, daybreak was far.

Alleyways covered the group.

The gingers footsteps broke the pavement with each step. He knew where the enemy was, and he knew damn well he’d massacre the place.

On the off chance they hurt you. He hadn’t confirmed it, although nothing was stopping this storm inside now.

When he entered the building… it was silent? Bodyguards nowhere to be seen.

Not only that, but the next door had blood pooled under the frame.

“We will stay here and make sure it’s secure. Keep moving, Chuuya.”

Now alone, he ventured through the building. But not a single noise! Fuck, had they abandoned the place?

Bodies were limp on the floor, he paid no mind. They weren’t gonna help him find you. It didn’t even cross his mind to wonder happened.

Almost reaching the back he finally heard a sign of life. Or death? A gunshot.

Through the next door.

Pitter pattering of rain knocked the metal, inviting him to open the door. Whatever was on the other side was alive.

Another gunshot, who the hell was outside?

He blew the door off with a single kick, into the outside.

All that he was holding crashed onto the stairs exit. Shocked, confused, relieved. Never had he felt so many human emotions at once.

There you were, beautifully violent. The enemy scattered around you. Rain washing blood off your skin, staining the pavement in a stream of red. God, you were alive. And so damn strong.

Like an angel, glowing in the moon above all death. Above everything, just as he had seen you everyday.

Eyes sharper than a hawks were yours. Allowing a gun to follow your eye line. And right in between that new eye line was him. Chuuya Nakahara, staring down the barrel of your nine.

Arms dropped, allowing wide eyes to take in your features. No longer blocked by the gun, he stared.

…

“You’re alive?!” “You’re alive?!”

Both of you spoke at the same time. And it was an incredible feeling of relief.

“I thought they killed you so I-“ “I thought they killed you so I-“

“Thank god… Thank god!”

A hug? Never had something made him feel better. No wine or music or fight. You. Just you.

“What the hell are you doing here?! This isn’t safe.”

“Chuu… I thought they killed you! So I came here to get revenge… but I had to leave the flags out of it. It’s so dangerous, and what if they insisted on coming with me and got hurt?”

“You’re such a dumbass… too damn kind for me.”

“I’m just so happy you’re alive. Wait, am I hurting you? You just got shot!”

You pulled away:

“No, don’t let go. Stay here, right here.”

Arms pulled you tighter into the hug before you could retreat.

“Why are you here?”

“Would you believe me if I said the same reason as you? But I didn’t fake my death at least…”

You made a faux annoyed face, “punching” his chest.

“Hey! Not fair. It was-“

“You’re so beautiful.”

Eyes full of adoration looked at you. All of you.

“Excuse me?”

“It took me almost losing you to know I can’t be scared. Can I?”

He tilted your chin to the perfect angle for a kiss. Rain soaked the two of you, his hair sticking to his neck and cheeks. Never had be looked so irresistible.

Your lips met, with more passion that rivaled the strength of the waves he thought he had lost you to.

“Never let me go, never.”

“I promise.”

—————————————————————————

Not proofread <3

[myluckymoon]

This is Soo cute

𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝒮𝐵 𝟣𝟨 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 - 𝒾𝓃𝒿𝓊𝓇𝓎, 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 / 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉

If this post doesn’t blow up I will make this angst no comfort 😐

A single gunshot.

Silence…

Then a name, a call, a pleading scream.

“Chuuya!”

Nothing.

—————————————————————————

A mission, one that was supposed to be simple. Most missions were for Chuuya, using his ability and pure strength let him have total control. He was assigned it by Mori the night before, little background was taken. He knew it was a chance raid on a company that owed money to the port mafia. And what better than his lovely best friend crush to accompany him on an ambush?

Mori, somehow, allowed Chuuya to take you with him. Sure, you can fight, but it’s not like you needed to be there for the job. More like Chuuya needed you there for company.

In and out, grab and go.

An abandoned and crime ridden section of the city held the vault of the enemy. Millions of yen, dollars, pesos. These guys clearly were international, but not tough enough for the port mafia.

The lead up, the break in, and the stealing went smoothly. Chuuya and you, thick as thieves. Him making small comments he just knew would make you laugh. Even if it was a mission, he wanted to see his favorite person smile.

He pretended to be super rich, flashing the bills from the safe and speaking in a deep voice.

“Oh come on, you know that was funny!”

“No… it wasn’t”

“Then why are you laughing”

Unfortunately, one of the bills gave him a papercut. He acted tough, of course, but you saw right through him. Gently grabbing his hand and helping.

“Come on, you don’t gotta do this…”

“Shush, you need help. I know it hurts, so don’t lie to me.”

“I-“

“No lying.”

“It hurts…” Good thing you didn’t ask about his blushing cheeks. He definitely would’ve lied all the way to his grave to not admit your help was flustering him.

Chuuya, contrary to belief of most of his colleagues, was not used to the common injuries that happened everyday in such a dangerous workforce. A high pain tolerance doesn’t do too much in the face of a gunshot or stab wound.

With his ability, bullets and knifes never usually reached him, often being manipulated back to its original holder. Glowing redder than the blood that would spill out of the fresh wounds he’d create.

So when a stray slug came whirling at the two of you on your way out of the enemy’s warehouse, his ability wasn’t activated on account of his safety. He was much more focused on your banter.

Shocking you as well. Before you even heard the ring, his face contorted in pain. Alarms blared in your head.

His lung was hit, his fucking lung. It was obvious by his gasping and gurgling. Labored breaths covered by choking on blood filling his room for oxygen.

He had fallen down at your feet, turning himself over and looking up at you. Only one eye was open, the other squinting in pain. His hair was getting sticky, blood coating his usual black suit and small ponytail.

Your mind had two thoughts, and two thoughts alone.

“Run. Find help.”

Even as he begs you to go, you picked him up. Thankfully, he’s incredibly light. Only bothering factor was the blood that stained all of you. Not for the fact of the gore, for the fact that it was his.

“No, gah, I’ll be fine. Go.”

“Fuck I will.”

—————————————————————————

Alive, he was alive. Healthy? You weren’t sure.

You’d found Doc at the old world pool hall, playing billiards with everyone else. Rushing in with a now unconscious Chuuya laying dead weight in your arms.

Having Iceman rip him from your hold and cradle him to the nearest makeshift “operating table.”

As for your memory beyond that point, it was clouded.

All that stayed clear was… traumatic. Having to stab into his lung with a dull scalpel and hold open the wound as the blood drained from his lung cavity. It soaked into the velvet of the pool table.

Doc obviously made the cut, but only your fingers could hold the wound open to drain the lung without being too large or small.

He could breathe, though his consciousness was gone and his blood coated the floor to the ceiling.

Now it had been days and he was on some random floor of a port mafia skyscraper. You couldn’t even visit. And it was just your luck that Doc wasn’t his doctor so no updates could be given to you or the flags.

The others had been kind, of course. But it was all getting too much.

—————————————————————————

“Albatross, where are we going?”

Your arms were wrapped around your friend’s waist as you left Yokohama. He told you it was gonna be fun, but nothing else.

So after about 30 minutes the engine died down and he very gently took your arms off his sides. He wasn’t normally the gentle type…

It was a cliffside, running out of the woods with a small patch that the moonlight hit. The trees were tall, and the world felt so far away.

“You like it?”

They both sat near the edge, grass as a cushion for their exhausted forms.

“Why did you take me here?”

He froze a bit, then gained back his normal energy.

“I just wanted to show you this place. There's so much noise in the city, but here you can find peace. I wanted to share this place with you."

…

“I don’t need to be comforted, Alby.”

No smiles were shared anymore.

“I know that… but I- well I dunno.”

“You’re a good person, a good friend. You shouldn’t waste time to sleep doing something for me.”

His face turned to you incredulously.

"How could the thought of making you happy be a waste of time?" Albatross tilted his head. "I just want to spend time with you. Is that so wrong to you?"

You looked away, down to your thighs that were plush against the fuzzy grass. Water crashing into rocks below.

Eyes trained on the splash, each drop of water a hundred feet down. Stones unmoving, taking each hit.

“So you admit it.”

“Huh?”

“You did do this to make me happy.”

“That’s not what this is about.”

“Stop pitying me.”

"Pity? What are you on about?" Albatross scoffed, shaking his head and facing the horizon. “Is that how you see the world... and our friendship?"

“No, but that’s how I see this moment. You would’ve have gone out of your way if Chuuya hadn’t gotten hurt on that mission. I haven’t seen him for days!”

Albatross looked toward you, then away. Quiet in tone.

"You're right. I would have stayed home if Chuuya wasn't seriously injured. But you’re alone! I can't stand to see you upset. It breaks my heart to see you in such a state. So-“

You voice overtakes the air. Not even the crash of the sea in all its rage could be heard.

“No! Just no! I hate this! I hate how all of you look at me like I’m fragile! All the flags, hell Pianoman sent me a fucking bouquet! I don’t need flowers or some nice scenery… I need chuuya… and I hate that.”

The waves took over the scene again. The salt and water. Your head tilted back, moon dictating the void.

Breath in, breath out.

“Is he gonna be okay, Alby?”

…

“I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For…?”

A phone call rang out… his head whipped to the bag still on the motorcycle. It was yours. With little stitches of cute colors and patches of your favorite things.

By the time he looked back, you had vanished.

“Fuck… what the fuck!”

Had you fallen? Jesus, you must’ve. Jumped? No way, not you, never you.

Tripping over his feet, he stood. No body seen falling, no shaking bushes to show movement. He ran to the bag, fumbling the phone to find who called you.

“Chuuya Nakahara <3”

Vocalmail appeared.

Chuuya- “You didn’t answer my call but I’m okay… They are discharging me now. Call me back.”

An immediate call came to Chuuya.

“Hello?”

“Chuuya! God, I can’t-“

“Albatross? You’re not-“

“They’re gone!”

“Gone?”

“I don’t know! Gone, dead, missing. Just gone!”

“…what?”

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You hadn’t been seen for twenty minutes, but it’s all that it took for Chuuya to rip out his IV and run to the HQ. Instructing Albatross to gather each Flag. He needed his most trusted colleagues…

“What the HELL happened?”

“Chuuya, let him go…”

“No! Fuck you Lippmann. Where are they Albatross, you son of a-“

“Enough!”

He let albatross go, walking to the corner. The six gathered in a meeting room. Only Pianoman had the balls to speak with the enraged Chuuya.

“Chuuya, if they’re gone…”

“They aren’t gone… no. You’re wrong.”

“Chuuya.”

“It’s the enemies fault. It’s my fault too. I got shot, and they must’ve been scared. Maybe someone took them! Or pushed them, you can’t see a body from that cliff view. I wasn’t there, I couldn’t save them. Albatross looked away and… and.”

“Chuuya! No, enough of that. What do you want to do?”

Every chair, every tile, every table and painting down to every atom around him glowed red. Floating. His answer was obvious.

“Find whoever did this a get revenge. Kill. Them. All.”

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There was no talking him out of this. He’d go to the ends of the earth for you. For your honor, safety, happiness. Hell, what he’d to just to confirm what happened.

This side of Yokohama is dirty. Thick with construction. The night was no longer as young as it had been when you had gone, but no light glowed beside the moon. No sign of the sun, daybreak was far.

Alleyways covered the group.

The gingers footsteps broke the pavement with each step. He knew where the enemy was, and he knew damn well he’d massacre the place.

On the off chance they hurt you. He hadn’t confirmed it, although nothing was stopping this storm inside now.

When he entered the building… it was silent? Bodyguards nowhere to be seen.

Not only that, but the next door had blood pooled under the frame.

“We will stay here and make sure it’s secure. Keep moving, Chuuya.”

Now alone, he ventured through the building. But not a single noise! Fuck, had they abandoned the place?

Bodies were limp on the floor, he paid no mind. They weren’t gonna help him find you. It didn’t even cross his mind to wonder happened.

Almost reaching the back he finally heard a sign of life. Or death? A gunshot.

Through the next door.

Pitter pattering of rain knocked the metal, inviting him to open the door. Whatever was on the other side was alive.

Another gunshot, who the hell was outside?

He blew the door off with a single kick, into the outside.

All that he was holding crashed onto the stairs exit. Shocked, confused, relieved. Never had he felt so many human emotions at once.

There you were, beautifully violent. The enemy scattered around you. Rain washing blood off your skin, staining the pavement in a stream of red. God, you were alive. And so damn strong.

Like an angel, glowing in the moon above all death. Above everything, just as he had seen you everyday.

Eyes sharper than a hawks were yours. Allowing a gun to follow your eye line. And right in between that new eye line was him. Chuuya Nakahara, staring down the barrel of your nine.

Arms dropped, allowing wide eyes to take in your features. No longer blocked by the gun, he stared.

…

“You’re alive?!” “You’re alive?!”

Both of you spoke at the same time. And it was an incredible feeling of relief.

“I thought they killed you so I-“ “I thought they killed you so I-“

“Thank god… Thank god!”

A hug? Never had something made him feel better. No wine or music or fight. You. Just you.

“What the hell are you doing here?! This isn’t safe.”

“Chuu… I thought they killed you! So I came here to get revenge… but I had to leave the flags out of it. It’s so dangerous, and what if they insisted on coming with me and got hurt?”

“You’re such a dumbass… too damn kind for me.”

“I’m just so happy you’re alive. Wait, am I hurting you? You just got shot!”

You pulled away:

“No, don’t let go. Stay here, right here.”

Arms pulled you tighter into the hug before you could retreat.

“Why are you here?”

“Would you believe me if I said the same reason as you? But I didn’t fake my death at least…”

You made a faux annoyed face, “punching” his chest.

“Hey! Not fair. It was-“

“You’re so beautiful.”

Eyes full of adoration looked at you. All of you.

“Excuse me?”

“It took me almost losing you to know I can’t be scared. Can I?”

He tilted your chin to the perfect angle for a kiss. Rain soaked the two of you, his hair sticking to his neck and cheeks. Never had be looked so irresistible.

Your lips met, with more passion that rivaled the strength of the waves he thought he had lost you to.

“Never let me go, never.”

“I promise.”

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Not proofread <3