#and Chuuya is incredibly shredded

[everdistantstars]

Dazai is pretty portable, I think

[scriveyner]

chase forever down 28/31

chase forever down | 28/31 | bungou stray dogs | 👿🐯 / sskk | #smarch 🔞| ~2600 words

Atsushi sat upright with his back against one of the few undamaged pillars, his arm over Akutagawa’s shoulders as he lay against him. Akutagawa was sleeping, head on Atsushi’s shoulder, and Atsushi’s ear was trained on his every breath, every gentle rise and fall of his chest. It was the Most Important Thing right now and he didn’t really care about anything else going on around him.

Continue on AO3 or:

Aslanov clearly had no subordinates because there was no further fighting. Just Dazai and Chuuya arguing softly in the distance while Chuuya bandaged up Reina. Eventually, though, Chuuya came to sit with them. He brought Atsushi some water that he didn’t think he wanted until he opened it and drained the entire bottle in several large gulps. It actually cleared his head a little and made him feel more like himself.

“What happened to Aslanov?” Atsushi asked because after Akutagawa fed from him and passed out, he realized there was just calamitous silence. “Where is she?”

Chuuya folded his arms and sighed. “You don’t want to know.”

Atsushi swallowed and looked down at the top of Akutagawa’s head. He set his jaw. “I do want to know,” he said, quiet and determined. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with the information just yet, but….

“You fucking ate her vile ass,” Reina said, wobbling over on a makeshift crutch. “Tore that bitch to shreds, it was incredible. I’ve never—” she realized Chuuya was glaring at her and making a cut-it-out motion, and she shrugged with the shoulder not employing a crutch. “Well. You took care of a major problem for me, at least.”

He stared into the distance for a long moment, eyes hard, and searching for even a shred of remorse. “Good,” he finally said, vehemently, and squeezed Akutagawa’s shoulder.

Chuuya gave Atsushi a sidelong look. “I may not know you that well,” he said, “but that really doesn’t sound like you, kid.”

“I don’t care.” Atsushi wouldn’t meet Chuuya’s eye. Throughout his life he had lost and lost and lost, and now when he finally gained he nearly lost again. Atsushi was beginning to realize that he would do some pretty horrible things to protect the people he loved. If he thought about it too much, it terrified him.

Losing Akutagawa terrified him more.

Dazai was the last to join them, having disappeared into what were apparently offices and living quarters on the far side of the warehouse. When he reappeared, he scooted over in a wheeled office chair liberated from one of said offices.

He’d rolled right through where the rain poured in from one of the many new holes the roof was sporting, so his hair and bandages were damp. Dazai looked just the same as normal now, no longer the pale shade of a creature he had been when Atsushi first stepped foot in the building. Atsushi watched him sail by on the wheeled office chair without expression.

Don’t swallow.

Atsushi licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Dazai-san,” he said. “Why…why did this work? I thought vampire blood was poison to another vampire.”

Dazai scooted back the way he’d come with exaggerated leg movements before rolling to a stop. He tilted his head, looking over at Akutagawa’s still form, and kept his face very carefully neutral. There was something behind his usually warm brown eyes that Atsushi rarely saw.

“Akutagawa-kun is a very young vampire,” Dazai said. “As his sire, my blood can still nourish and heal him.” He was silent again and then exhaled. “Make no mistake, though, it still shouldn’t have worked the way it did. And yet, it did work. Because of you.”

“Because of me?”

“Your tiger, more precisely.” Dazai pointed at Atsushi’s chest. “Your blood is in his belly, and your tiger’s healing ability with it. It tried its best to keep his body intact, and it did, long enough for my blood to get inside and do what was needed.” He shook his head a little. “It’s incredible because it really should not have worked.”

“They’re blood-bonded,” Reina said, and Dazai looked over at her, and then back to them.

“Yes,” he said. “They are two parts of a whole, now. Stronger than any I’ve seen, just this quickly too.” He propped his elbow on the back of the chair, putting his chin in his hand, and Atsushi felt pinned by his eyes again, scrutinized on an uncomfortable level. Then Dazai closed his eyes and grinned, and said in a sing-song voice, “just like us, Chu~uya~!”

“We are not fucking blood-bonded,” Chuuya said. “If you try to put your blood anywhere near me, I am hammering a stake through your eyes and into the floor, and setting you on fire for good measure.”

Dazai very clearly pouted, but Atsushi ignored him, looking down again at Akutagawa, feeling his heart beating in sync with his own. “So, what did Aslanov really want with you, Dazai-san? If she’d actually meant to kill you, she could have at any point before we got here.”

“Ah,” Dazai said. He waved his hand dismissively. “One of the Children of Judas needed me for some weird and nefarious as yet unexplained scheme. That about sums it up nicely, I think?”

“Dazai,” Chuuya said quietly. “If you don’t tell them, I will.”

Dazai’s somewhat-lighthearted expression shifted again, settling back into that same careful neutral. He met Chuuya’s eye for a long moment and then glanced at Reina before settling on Atsushi. “Atsushi-kun,” he said. “Akutagawa-kun is my kin. I sired him when he was near death, to save his life.” Atsushi remained quiet because he knew this much already. “But not only for that reason.”

He tilted his head, eyes shifting from warm brown to a glittering red. Now, in the gloom outside of the shipping crate, Atsushi could see it was an even more vivid red than Akutagawa’s, Dazai’s eyes like fresh-spilled blood. “I sired him so that he would one day kill my sire.”

“Why?” Atsushi asked.

Reina sat down heavily, and drew his attention, although Dazai did not look away from him. “A vampire cannot kill their own sire,” she said, staring directly at Dazai. “So you made your own kin, specifically to do so.” The expression on her face kept changing, eyes wide as she put together the pieces in front of Atsushi, who had so few of them himself. “But, if you’re a scion…” her eyes landed on Akutagawa. “He killed a pureblood?”

Dazai remained quiet.

“Someone really needs to explain this pureblood shit to me, because I keep hearing about it and no one tells me anything,” Atsushi said sharply.

“A pureblood,” Chuuya looked over at Dazai, who seemed content to let Chuuya take this, “is a vampire that was turned by the progenitor. The father of all vampires. They are the most powerful and oldest of vampires. Scions, like this shithead,” he kicked the wheelbase of Dazai’s chair, which made it turn slowly, rotating Dazai away from them, “were turned directly by a pureblood. Any vampire created by a scion on down are just normal, run-of-the-mill vampires.”

“Unless,” Dazai said, still no longer facing them, “they kill a pureblood. Then they inherit some of the pureblood’s power.” He scooted his feet on the floor, turning his seat back to face them.

Atsushi stared at Dazai. “So, Akutagawa isn’t a normal vampire?” Normal vampire would have been an oxymoron in his life a year ago, but he was long past that at this point.

“Nope!” Dazai’s voice was cheerful. “Not even a little bit normal, but you,” he pointed at Atsushi, “are not normal either, Atsushi-kun. Which is why you were so able to easily blood-bond with a pureblood-queller.”

It was all too much information, and Atsushi was achingly, unendingly tired. His head was throbbing right behind his eyes but he resisted dearly the urge to rub that spot. “Why do any of this, then?”

Dazai folded his arms over the back of the chair, leaning forward slightly. “Because, Atsushi-kun,” he said, grin as sharp as nails, eyes glowing again. “I’m going to kill the progenitor.”

=====

Akutagawa slept deeply. He didn’t wake when Atsushi carried him home on his back, nor when Atsushi stripped him and tucked him into their bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress for a while, watching Akutagawa sleep, his body slowly restoring itself.

There was a scar on his neck, all the way around. It was an angry red, but not as big as it had been. Atsushi swallowed hard and brushed his fingers over it, then closed his fist, nails biting into his palm. He’d nearly lost Akutagawa, and for what? Dazai’s feud with some elder vampire?

Akutagawa slept for nearly three whole days, waking only occasionally to feed off Atsushi, barely conscious of what he was doing. Atsushi let him do so with abandon, draining him to the point he was almost too light-headed to walk straight, although as soon as Akutagawa fed he would drop right back into the deepest of sleep.

Atsushi stayed by his side the entire time, ignoring his phone and knocks at the door. Chuuya barged in once, just to make certain they were alive, and he nearly had his own head knocked off for his trouble by startling Atsushi awake. Chuuya left groceries in the kitchen and quickly left them be.

Dazai had very much not told them why the Children of Judas were involved, and Atsushi hadn’t even realized until much later. It bothered him, as a lot of things did, but he let it be, keeping vigil by Akutagawa’s side on the off chance he woke and needed to feed.

On the eve of the fourth day he woke to a hand around his throat and a snarling mouth full of fangs in his face—which, after a moment, became a gentle caress and a deep, impassioned kiss.

Akutagawa drew back, staring down at Atsushi like he’d never seen anything like him before. Atsushi took Akutagawa’s face in both hands, pulling him down into another kiss, and another after that. “I missed you,” Atsushi said into his mouth, tears running down his face. “I thought I lost you, Ryuunosuke, I was so afraid, I thought—”

“Shh,” Akutagawa said and kissed him again.

Atsushi wanted, so much, right there in that moment and it was all held in his arms. There was so little separation between them, warm body on warm body, Akutagawa’s skin sliding against his own; hazy and out of his head Atsushi couldn’t even tell where he ended and Akutagawa began. Maybe it didn’t matter.

Akutagawa on his lap, back arched, hips moving languidly, back and forth; the two of them on their sides, Atsushi’s leg slung up over Akutagawa’s thigh, skin and face burning, panting little hitched breaths into the sweat sliding down the back of Akutagawa’s neck; Atsushi on his back, legs wrapped around the small of Akutagawa’s back, hands above his head and gripping the headboard so tight he distantly heard it crack…

Akutagawa’s mouth on his, crushed together, fangs and teeth and metal, the entire universe between them collapsed into something small, brilliant, infinitely dense, and threatening to burn them both to ash.

Atsushi found his anchor and was never, ever going to let it go.

=====

Akutagawa sat at the kitchen table while Atsushi made a valiant attempt at cooking. It wasn’t going well. Akutagawa stared at the blackened meat, clearly attempting to judge if it was worth saying anything or not, and Atsushi sighed. “Sorry,” he said. “I can go get some take-out or something if you prefer. I just…haven’t gotten used to the burners on your stove.”

“Oh, it’s the stove’s fault, huh,” Akutagawa said.

Atsushi nodded vigorously, and Akutagawa snorted before smiling fondly at the food laid out in front of him. Atsushi had done his best to make a decent repast, and when he looked up at Atsushi gratefully for a moment Atsushi saw a hint of the person he might have been without any of the terrible things that had happened to him. Atsushi smiled back.

They bathed together, and Akutagawa even deigned to let Atsushi wash his hair for him, as well as scrub his back. They rinsed and got into the tub together; there was barely enough room for them both but they sat opposite each other, water splashing out over the side.

Akutagawa pulled his knees to his chest, watching Atsushi for a while. “I died,” he said, finally. “Didn’t I?”

Atsushi swallowed and nodded, because of all places he didn’t expect to have this conversation in the bath. “Yes. Aslanov….” He trailed off, didn’t want to relive it even by speaking it. “Dazai-san saved you.”

“No,” Akutagawa said softly, “he didn’t.”

“It was his blood—”

“Atsushi, he was giving his blood to you.”

Atsushi shook his head sharply. “He wasn’t. He even told me not to swallow, and that you wouldn’t take it from him…” Now there was a seed of doubt, planted. Atsushi looked away, considering this, it didn’t make any sense. “He wasn’t,” he repeated, trying to convince himself as much as Akutagawa.

“What happened with Aslanov?”

Atsushi kept his gaze fixed on the side of the tub, watching the water splash gently over the edge. “Dazai-san told me everything,” he said. “About the progenitor and the purebloods and what you did.”

It was a successful derailment. Akutagawa stared at him levelly. “You already knew.”

“I knew you killed Dazai-san’s sire,” Atsushi said. “I didn’t know anything else about it.” He hugged his own knees to his chest defensively.

Akutagawa’s mouth barely twitched. “And…?”

“And what. It doesn’t change anything between us. We’re…” Atsushi knew his cheeks were cooked pink by the water, but still felt like his face flushed even darker. “We’re soulmates. It’ll take a lot more than you killing someone to make me walk away, at this point.” He paused to reflect on this. “That’s not a challenge, by the way. I would very much prefer you refrain from killing anyone unless they��re trying to kill you first.”

Akutagawa cocked his head. “And did you kill Aslanov?”

Caught, Atsushi looked away again. “My tiger did.”

“You did.”

He nodded.

Akutagawa took in a deep, long breath. Then he leaned forward, toward Atsushi, putting his palms on Atsushi’s knees. “I’m only going to say this once,” he said, “so I want you to listen very carefully.”

Atsushi looked at him.

“Thank you.”

Atsushi continued to stare at him as he settled back into the water. “Seriously?”

“Weretiger, you killed someone for me. My only regret is that I didn’t get to witness it myself.” He smiled. “I would suck your dick right now if you wanted.”

Atsushi folded his arms and looked away. “Can we not glorify it, please? It was my tiger, not me. There was no conscious thought involved that I’m aware. I don’t even remember it happening.” Fractured light, emotions so enormous he could no longer contain them…

“That only makes me happier. The vaunted weretiger goes feral and destroys a werewolf. For me.” Akutagawa looked very pleased as he settled fully back, bumping his knees into Atsushi’s. “How will your ADA fellows take that, I wonder?”

“With any luck, they won’t have to find out about it at all,” Atsushi said with a sigh.

Akutagawa raised his eyebrow, but Atsushi wouldn’t meet his eye. “Weretiger,” he said again, nudging his leg. This drew Atsushi’s gaze. “You chose to save my life,” Akutagawa said. “Thank you.”

“I thought you said you were only going to say it once?”

“You always seem to be the exception to everything,” Akutagawa closed his eyes, arms folded, but was smiling. “Might as well include this, as well.”

<< Chapter 27 || Start || Chapter 29 >>

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ALSO since you are a lover of The Chuuya ill do some pathetic subordinate au chuuya stuff too! I'll try to make this one shorter since the dazai one is such a monster.

I think hed kinda do the opposite thing that dazai does- not that he doesnt kiss your ass a LITTLE, he’ll definitely send a bunch of gifts to your house and rush to complete some of your work for you and write you love poems (that he never sends, too embarrassed. probably for the best. his prose tends to go from Suprisingly Sweet to Incredibly Creepy really fast.), but unlike dazai hes pretty attached to his reputation and thus doesn't wanna burn it away by sobbing for you until you finally cave and come hold him, as much as he might like to. to keep up his street cred while still getting you to trust him, he'll have to be more subtle. (he's not subtle at all everyone knows)

I could see his MO being to just kinda. put himself in your space as much as possible. surely, if he just hangs around you and doesnt insult you or anything like that you'll eventually realize hes not that bad? he'll even come and help you with your work, see! nice guy, really! please forget all the shit he used to say to you and that time he choke slammed you into a wall he won't do it again!

he finds himself really wanting to be useful to you. he was a pretty shitty superior, he'll admit that, but there has to be a way to make it up to you! if there's something you want, he'll get it for you. a task that needs doing, he'll complete it. a nuisance that needs to be dealt with, hes your guy. very easy for him to go to the traditional Ill Kill For You yan route here, anyone whose bad to you will know his WRATH. abusive relative? not anymore! cheating ex? bye bye! some fuck harassing you? gone! anyone who hurts his angel has to die, hes put you through enough already as it is.

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i love your wonderful brain my friend :>

cw: yandere themes, stalking, implied breaking in + murder

compared to dazai, chuuya's hit by guilt faster, and harder. it takes a great toll on him, but he abhors the idea of anyone knowing that he was feeling broken-hearted and remorseful over some lower-ranking member. so unlike dazai's public (and embarrassing) pleads for forgiveness and lovesickness, chuuya's far more...silent about it. sure, he makes sure you're receiving his gifts, lightens your workload, and watches out for you, even deciding to avenge you in many instances. he's aware of and has long accepted the fact that he will never be recognized for his efforts, never be thanked for his help and he definitely isn't going to win your favor with anything he does, but how can he leave you alone?

of course, everyone else knows. there's whispers amongst the members of black lizard that executive chuuya nakahara personally takes care of anyone who dares utter a single negative word about you, koyou has to deal with chuuya's numerous requests for advice, and even dazai knows that chuuya's become a lovesick little puppy (naturally, he fails to notice the irony).

it's a regular sight now, to see chuuya bent over and scribbling on a piece of paper, before groaning and ripping it to shreds. anyone who manages to put together the strips is able to see what looks to be multiple lines of poetry, quite eloquently written if not for the extreme emotions being expressed in them.

while he avoids meeting with you directly, chuuya can't help but linger. he waits around the corner from your home, hoping to catch a glimpse of you walking by. he stands by the pavement outside the bar you frequent, cigarette in hand, figuring out a way to bump into you and make it look accidental, hopes you'll stop if only to stare for a moment. at least he's not all in your face and annoying you to no end like someone is, and that should score him a few points, right?

and yes, he yearns to be of some use for you, wants to help you in any way possible so that you don't see him as a nuisance and throw him aside forever. and if helping you meant staying behind you and cleaning up, if helping meant exacting revenge in your name, or even if it meant staying out of your way, he'll do it without complaint.

[tiredesperdad]

This is probably a bit nitpicky, but I have way too many chuuya facts in my head so it keeps annoying me a little.

People keep calling chuuya a god/say he’s hosting the god arahabaki and that’s just not true. Like people in yokohama just thought that what caused the explosion in suribachi city was the god arahabaki because they couldn’t explain it otherwise. Chuuya believes it too since he doesn’t remember what happened that day and you don’t get more info at the end of fifteen/until stormbringer, so I can absolutely forgive anime/manga onlys for getting this wrong.

BUT (stormbringer spoilers under the cut)

I still see people using this rhetoric who seem to have also read stormbringer and that just doesn’t feel like. In stormbringer we learn that chuuya neither is a god nor hosts a god’s power, but that he is an “artificial” human being created in a lab that was infused with a singularity/an ability that can cause a singularity when he uses the formula which opens the gate. Plus the way I interpret the epilogue is that chuuya is actually the original, therefore a normal human being aside from his ability.

What I’m saying is, while chuuya has an incredible amount of power and singularities are powerful as fuck, he is not a god. I keep seeing theories that are saying that he is influenced by things differently because he is hosting a godly being or whatever and that’s just not true. I agree that his ability might influence things differently because singularities are not well understood, but he’s still just a human being. That’s why is body gets ripped to shreds every time he uses corruption. Because he has a normal human body and those unfortunately can’t withstand something as powerful as a singularity.

Idk, this post mostly was triggered by a couple of theories I read about chapter 101. I’m throwing no shade at anyone in particular, these are just my ramblings and I’m fully aware that not everybody has read the light novels.

[grymmnox]

weekly fic recs #4

here we go. think these are all bsd fics, except for one, which is a bsd crossover,, so. still a bsd fic. have fun

& = platonic, / = romantic

Oneshots

sweetness and a dash of msg; Oxalisalis - bsd

teen | 4.2k words | dazai & ranpo

summary:

Dazai has always found sympathy from others a little too saccharine, but Ranpo’s brand of astringent care might just be palatable enough for him to accept.

OR

Dazai has a habit of forgetting to eat. Ranpo’s solution is to drag him along on sweets excursions.

A Study in Mafia Black; eluvion - bsd

teen | 13.7k words | dazai & ranpo, ADA & dazai, background chuuya/dazai + poe/ranpo | READ TAGS

summary:

If he’s being honest, good and bad don’t matter so much to Ranpo as truth does. Good and bad are subjective, clouded with human error, and honestly, they’re quite boring. Mystery has always been more interesting than morality with the way each string weaves together, creating a tapestry of crime, blood and ash writing their own story. Dazai is still as much of a mystery as he was at first glance, and Ranpo is just as ready to pick apart the truth from whatever plays behind those eyes. Or; a friendship, of sorts, between the two smartest members of the Armed Detective Agency.

no one ever made us feel that much higher; mxlysar - bsd

mature | 13.7k words | poe/ranpoe | READ TAGS

summary:

Ranpo had run out of luck. He was known for his impeccable mission record, for being able to get by on wits alone. There was no such chance this time.

Hanging his head, Ranpo sank to the ground, accepting his rotten situation. He’d catch his breath before making his next move, to scour the city for the supplies necessary to make it back home. His current location allowed him the necessary time to formulate a plan (he wasn’t quite as fast as Dazai on this skill, but he easily held his own). Anyone with functioning sensibilities would take one look at him and turn away, danger written in every line of his being—humans were self-preserving, he expected no less.

At least, he did. Until someone decided to take any shred of that presumption and dump it into the dumpster reeking up his nostrils beside him.

(Or, Port Mafia executive Edogawa Ranpo encounters a mysterious American)

How To Obtain A Child And Husband Entirely By Accident; Insomnia_Productions - bsd

general audiences | 2.2k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

“Um… who are you?”

“I'm your dad, kid.”

“No you're not, shut the hell up, now leave forever and stay the fuck away from my son.”

· ~ ·

Or: Chuuya accidentally adopts a kid.

Pride and shame; athenaistired - bsd

mature | 7.7k words | chuuya/dazai, chuuya & dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

He was a canvas.

The first time he tried to draw with a kitchen blade across his skin he was only eight years old.

home (where my thoughts escape me); advanced_fanatic - bsd

not rated | 1.6k words | not typing all of these relationship tags; it’s basically fukuzawa & the ADA

summary:

Fukuzawa Yukichi never wanted children. Somehow, he ended up with nine anyway.

grim’s notes: part of a series! alas, i have yet to finish the series, but even just this fic is incredibly enjoyable

Touch; athenaistired - bsd

mature | 5.4k | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

"Nothing happened. Nothing happened. Nothing happened." Dazai whispered under his breath. The voices inside his head kept laughing at him, insulting him and mocking his being. There was nothing that he could do except cover his ears and sink further into the ground in hopes that something would swallow him whole.

Dazai fucking hated when people touched him.

stay soft; sugarfruitbat - bsd

teen | 11.3k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

“What the fuck.” Chuuya’s voice is flat and extremely loud in the silent room. It makes him feel a little – not bad, because he doesn’t care how the stupid fish feels, but... mean, when Dazai jumps about a foot in the air at the volume of his voice.

Two dark, slanted eyes meet Chuuya’s over the fold of Dazai’s arms across his knees. It’s only thanks to years of working in the dark that Chuuya’s eyes can adjust well enough to even see him.

“Chuuya’s loud.” Dazai mumbles.

“There’s an intruder in my house at three in the morning, I think I’m allowed to be loud about it.”

--

or, dazai comes to chuuya during a bad mental state, with a bit of "i didn't know where else to go" trope mixed in <3

those marks we never spoke of; starfolds - bsd

teen | 3.8k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

Everything that could possibly go wrong during their first official mission together as partners goes wrong. Stuck in a cabin in the middle of the forest, they're both wet and muddy and Chuuya is so pissed he's going to have to strip a barely conscious Dazai to make sure he doesn't freeze.

He's not prepared for the amount of bandages Dazai is hiding under his clothes.

This is a boundary Chuuya is not prepared to cross. He doesn't know Dazai, no matter how much they yell and gripe at each other.

This is beyond private and something he's not allowed to see.

Who Needs Money Anyway? (Spoiler Alert: It’s Us); fandomsandshit - bsd

teen | 7.9k | not typing these out; the entire ada bonding w/ each other

summary:

Their funding has been cut.

Akiko stares blankly at the sheet Haruno is holding out to her, hands sweaty and shaky, and resists the urge to scream.

It’s been a long time coming. As much as she hates to admit it, Akiko is honestly surprised it took this long for them to lose some of it; what with the monthly shootings, consistent suicide attempts and general shenanigans of the Agency members.

But how on earth are they going to make enough money now?

---------- (modern-ish au where the ada causes too much property damage for proper funding, and so yosano leads them into the wonderful world of twitch streaming to make money)

Complete Fics

I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio; ElectricSplatter - bsd

mature | 10 chapters | 256.7k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

“Four months from now will be the seven year anniversary of when you and Osamu Dazai released your hugely successful first and only album Double Black and its diamond single Corruption. After performing with Dazai earlier this year, are you planning anything special to celebrate?”

“Corruption is insanely overrated, and I would prefer to never hear Dazai’s voice for the rest of my fucking life.”

light a match, leave the past, burn the ships (and don’t you look back); Seito - bsd

teen | 15 chapters | 33k words | unrequited chuuya/dazai

summary:

“Do you think you would ever leave the Port Mafia?”

“Haa? What the fuck is that kind of question?”

A question was asked, an answer was given, and choices were made. Sometimes love wasn’t enough.

Sometimes it was about learning to let go.

You Have Cat to be Kitten Me; quinnlocke - bsd

teen | 5 chapters | 11.1k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

A wayward curse results in the ADA turning into animals, the only cure is to reveal a deep secret.

Dazai thinks he's got it all under control, until an orange cat with a talent for gravity manipulation decides to make an appearance.

Secret-Revealers Club!; Allegory_for_Hatred - bsd

not rated | 9 chapters | 25.5k words | ranpo & yosano | READ TAGS

summary:

5 times Ranpo tries to make Dazai reveal his secret, and the 1 time it works

or,

What's under Dazai's bandages? Ranpo intends to find out!

grim’s notes: really not sure what to describe this fic as. crack and angst. crangst?

corpse of a would-be suicide; seneca_milestone17 - bsd

teen | 17 chapters | 32.1k words | dazai & oda, ADA & dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

“He could only consider me as the living corpse of a would-be suicide, a person dead to shame, an idiot ghost.” ― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human The Book is unforgiving in its grip and it is neither merciful nor cruel in its methods.

For something to change, it must follow the laws of karma – for something to happen, a sacrifice must be made.

Oda Sakunosuke is that something.

Dazai Osamu is that sacrifice.

But what happens when the Book refuses to let go?

Incomplete Fics

deer in the headlights; doingthewritethings - bsd

mature | 2/3 chapters | 6.7k words | dazai & everyone, chuuya & dazai, dazai & kunikida | READ TAGS

summary:

Before he can respond, everyone grows silent. Kunikida follows their gazes over to a small form in the corner that rubs its eyes and groans melodramatically.

or, the one where an Ability reveals something Dazai would rather hide, and his friends try to pick up the pieces.

grim’s notes: hasn’t been updated in 2 years; the author has responded to recent comments though, and hasn’t stated it’s discontinued or abandoned. no guarantee it’ll update, obviously.

where the tides take us; kempine - bsd/mha crossover

mature | 10/? chapters | 79.2k words | chuuya/dazai, chuuya & shinsou, aizawa & shinsou | READ TAGS

summary:

Dazai seems to be back to his usual I-love-giving-Chuuya-a-headache self, and thus, loudly and proudly declares: “I have two guesses as to where we have been transported!” he pauses purely for the dramatics and just stares at Chuuya smugly, “wouldn’t you like to hear them, chibi?”

Chuuya rubs the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes tightly, “Just spit it out, bastard.”

“So rude,” the mackerel whines at him, at which he can just groan desperately. However, the gods smile at him from the skies above, through the tiny break of sunshine in the sea of clouds, and Dazai finally gets to the point. “We have either travelled to the future, or we were transported to an alternate universe. I am more inclined to believe the first one.”

Or: Chuuya and Dazai work out their relationship while being chased by a hero or two.

grim’s notes: hasn’t been updated in a year or so. dunno if it ever will be, as i’m not the author. still enjoyable nonetheless

hhhhhhhhhhhhhgabsdanf l i am tired. spent far too long onthis, as per usual. maybe i should just start typing them out as the week goes along,, that’d probably be smarter, really.

anyways, if any links are broken or whatever, feel free to tell me. i’ll do my best to fix them.

[naberiuz]

Did you know male cats have spines on their dicks?

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"Do you have spines on your dick?"

He tries very hard to maintain a straight face as the jinko lifts his head slowly, revealing a very confused expression.

“What?” Atsushi blurts out, eyebrows pulling downward in bewilderment. “Why would you even—where did you even get that idea?”

Or: Akutagawa just really, really wants them to move to third base. He resorts to using a weird biological fact against Atsushi.

Starting note:

Hey guys. Biology student here. 100% not inventing this shit up. Male felines have dick spines because for some reason the females don't ovulate without getting their VJs shredded, which is why they're so fucking loud when having sex. That's a dramatized answer, but you get the point.

Akutagawa will be calling Atsushi "jinko" a lot in this fic, because imo I don't think Akutagawa refers to him using his real name even when it's just on his mind. They would have to be on Level 20 of romantic relationship before Akutagawa finally calls him by name. Not that you don't guys probably already know, but jinko = weretiger.

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Fun fact: Did you know male cats have spines on their penises?

Akutagawa’s thumb freezes on his phone screen. He very nearly barks out a laugh which he hastily covers up by clearing his throat. Higuchi looks at him in question, looking ready to ask him the reason but Akutagawa just gives her a shake of his head.

Barbed penises? That’s interesting. He thinks to himself as he scrolls down, amused by the new discovery. There’s really only one person in mind who counts somewhat as a feline, and it’s none other than the jinko.

The jinko, whom he has been having an interesting relationship lately.

The arrangement Dazai set for them had been highly appalling at first, but no one can deny that they were indeed more powerful together. Which somehow led to the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency's cooperative relationship, for the first time ever. And by "cooperative" it means that he and the jinko don’t attempt to kill each other every meeting and are willing enough to work together (reluctantly) on joint missions.

Which then further led to this and that. Heated arguments turned to annoyed banters, which turned to almost comfortable silences.

Which then turned to fierce make-out sessions, apparently. Post mission make-out sessions and grinding against each other in back alleys, specifically.

It is incredibly absurd, he admits readily to himself. Absurd in the way that of all the people he’d be doing such things, it had to be jinko, the supposed object of his hatred. But also, it was absurd in that it had been so easy. It’s almost as a natural part of their relationship now, ending missions with the jinko stalking over to him and slotting their mouths together, shredded clothes and bloody overcoats be damned.

And well speaking of dick spines, he doubts that the jinko has them at all given their past excursions. But it would be a real problem if he actually did, though highly unlikely, because well…

It’s been 3 months and they still haven’t done anything on the down low. And Akutagawa is quickly becoming…impatient.

The scenery outside the car windows freezes in place, signalling their destination. Higuchi immediately fumbles to open the door to her side and rounds the car in record time to open Akutagawa’s.

“Senpai! We’re here!”

Akutagawa steps out of the black vehicle, trying very hard not to give Higuchi a full-on irritated face. He's always been annoyed Higuchi for her unnecessary actions, but he’s learned a long time ago that nothing he would say would ever faze her.

He gives their destination a cursory glance; a shipping dock near Osanbashi. Large enough to house multiple freights but small enough not to be considered as major, thereby making it perfect for contraband trade. One of these freight containers is not like the others.

“Senpai, Chuuya-san’s instructions were to either eliminate or capture the foreign syndicate’s ability users. We do not need to track down their upper brass as he thinks the Boss might make arrangements with their leader to be absorbed into the Port Mafia—”

“I know, Higuchi.” Akutagawa cuts her off firmly, trying to let her know that she does not need to reiterate everything to him every single damn time, he’s her superior for god’s sake. But all he gets is an enthusiastic “Yes! As expected from senpai!”.

He almost rolls his eyes, if not for the sudden cough that comes up from his chest. The sounds of his coughing were drowned out by the sound of another vehicle arriving on the scene. The car doors open, and out comes a bespectacled blond man sporting a ponytail, notebook in hand, and from the other side comes out…jinko.

Higuchi is immediately on guard beside him, but Akutagawa cracks up a smirk from behind the hand covering his mouth, gaze locked in with intense violet-yellow eyes.

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“The Armed Detective Agency isn’t here to share your goal of eliminating the syndicate’s ability users. We are only here to gather intel about the syndicate’s top brass. We believe one of their leaders is connected to one of our ongoing cases.” Kunikida Doppo recites without looking up from his notebook, scribbling furiously with veins popping out on his forehead. “That damn Dazai messing up my schedule! The stupid bandage wasting machine was supposed to accompany Atsushi here but the idiot really chose this time to escape to god knows where…”

Akutagawa perks up at the mention of his former mentor’s name, surprised and crushed at the same time to know that he could have been here. If Dazai-san were here, I would have used this chance to finally prove myself worthy… Across him, Atsushi raises an eyebrow at his reaction to which Akutagawa pointedly ignores. Behind them, Higuchi is scanning the shipping dock with her binoculars.

“….anyway we don’t need your armed grunts to come rushing in.” Kunikida continues after his mini rant, gesturing to the multiple black cars parked around the vicinity. “I’d rather keep the element of surprise. And we do not have the slightest clue about the abilities of our opponents, which is worrying considering that the agency and the abilities division has nothing on record.”

“Hm. Pathetic.” Akutagawa grunts out. Kunikida’s eyebrow twitches, but he presses on.

“It is unfortunate. What we do know is that while the ability users are here guarding their cargo, their top brass is probably somewhere else. We will need to extricate information from one of their ability users regarding their leaders’ details. Will you be able to cooperate with us on that?”

“Do what you want. Just don’t get in my way.” Akutagawa replies, but he’s not looking at the blond man. Atsushi glares back, looking as if he wanted to say the same thing to him.

“Good. Okay, now here’s the plan…”

---

Suffice to say, the fight was greatly disappointing. The ability users turned out to be just two scared brothers, probably younger than 12. They were kidnapped by the syndicate from their family in Germany, and were given instructions to deter anyone who takes an interest on the cargo. The only action they got were the couple dozen of foreign armed goons who flanked the cargo ship, which was obviously a piece of cake for the combined prowess of Rashoumon and Beast Beneath the Moonlight.

The ability users weren’t even particularly troublesome; their ability, Grimm Fairytale could create grotesque versions of a person’s fantasies but only if both brothers were holding each of a target’s hands. Kunikida handled them well by addressing them gently, accompanied by some coaxing from Higuchi (a sight that was a bit disconcerting), and the brothers easily squealed their leaders’ details. Well as much as two scared children could possibly know, which was still apparently more than enough for one of the detectives in the agency to pinpoint the identities and locations of the syndicate's leaders.

“Okay. Alright. I’ll see you again at the office tomorrow. Yes. Take care, Kunikida-san!” Behind him, Atsushi ends his call. Higuchi had been forced to accompany the Grimm brothers, mostly because they wouldn’t let go of her pant legs. Akutagawa had waved her off, saying something about ordering her to accompany Kunikida to bring the children to a safehouse. He figures the mission counts as a success on Port Mafia’s end.

He feels an arm curl around his waist from behind, startling him mid-cough. He stiffens reflexively and he’s quick to clutch on the jinko’s forearm with both hands, nails digging into pale skin.

“You do that one more time and I will seriously kill you, jinko.”

Atsushi sighs, turning him around so they were face to face. “As if you haven't been doing that all this time." Atsushi mumbles, eyes not meeting Akutagawa's but rather at his lips. He leans in, and Akutagawa's eyes flutter closed.

They kiss languidly, arms around each other's waists, their similar heights providing them ease. Their tongues dance with no real rush, feeling completely relaxed in each other's embrace. Akutagawa notes something new every time they do this. How the jinko likes to pinch his hands on Akutagawa's waist, or how he likes it when he pulls at his bottom lip with his teeth. Atsushi pulls him flush to his chest, deepening their kiss and Akutagawa lets him, placing both hands on the jinko's shoulders-

Somewhere behind them, one of the goons groans in pain. They pull apart reluctantly, sharing one look before peeking behind to check for the source of the noise. Akutagawa briefly considers stabbing the goon with Rashoumon, if not for the hand that pushes at his shoulder.

"Let's just get out of here."

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They're walking along a desolate street, which was unsurprising at this time of the night. Beside him, Atsushi is wearing his spare shoes, but his shirt was tattered on the sleeves, a consequence of his man-tiger form. What a highly incovenient ability, and yet Dazai-san thinks you are better...

He knows an alley is coming up ahead, having memorized all of Yokohama's ins and outs. He wastes no time to grab at the jinko's arm and pulls him there. Atsushi tries to close in on him, going for another kiss when Akutagawa beats him to it, pushing him against the wall.

They're rougher with each other this time, more biting and angry moans spilling from their mouths as they push and pull against each other. He pulls at the hair on the base of Atsushi's neck and pulls their faces away, teeth latching his mouth on the side of the jinko's neck.

"You know..." Atsushi starts to say in between shaky breaths. "I'm starting to think making out in dirty alleys is a kink of yours."

Akutagawa huffs at that and pulls away to glare at Atsushi, not liking the comment. "Why, jinko? You think you can bring me somewhere fancy?" Atsushi smiles, dumbfounding Akutagawa for a moment. His stomach definitely did not do a flip after seeing that expression targeted at him.

"Only if you're paying." Atsushi replies as he promptly wrapping his arms around Akutagawa's waist to change their position. He lets himself be maneuvered, the back of his head hitting the wall behind him gently. Atsushi nips at his ear before leaving feather-light kisses down his neck, which Akutagawa obligingly cranes to the side, a satisfied sigh coming out from his nose. Atsushi’s arms presses them closer, chest-to-chest, Akutagawa’s torso bending back slightly.

Their crotches rub at each other at the action, hard-ons rubbing ever so slightly and—

Speaking of hard-ons…

He's not sure what comes over to him, but he pushes slightly at Atsushi's shoulders.

“Jinko.” Akutagawa breathes out. Atsushi lets out a vaguely annoyed hum, lips still continuing their ministrations at his throat. Akutagawa blurts out the question anyway.

“Do you have spines on your dick?”

...

...

...

A few moments of silence pass by, Atsushi suddenly freezing from the open mouthed kiss he was leaving on Akutagawa’s neck.

He tries very hard to maintain a straight face as the jinko lifts his head slowly, revealing a very confused expression.

“What?” Atsushi blurts out, eyebrows pulling downward in bewilderment. “Why would you even—where did you even get that idea?” He says quickly, taking a small step backwards and giving his own crotch a glance before snapping up to meet Akutagawa’s deadpan expression.

“I read earlier that male cats have spines on their penises. Is that true for you?” Akutagawa replies easily, one corner of his mouth twitching up. Atsushi’s face instantly flushes a shade of pink in front of him, mouth falling open in shock.

“I am not a cat!” Atsushi splutters, to which Akutagawa just raises an (invisible) eyebrow at.

“Well I am…s-sort of, but no, I mean!” Atsushi’s hands flail around for a bit before continuing. “No, I don’t have them! Why would you think that?” He finishes off lamely, crossing his arms while glaring at the dark-haired man.

Akutagawa lets out a hmph, though he sounds more amused that annoyed. He gives the other an unconvinced expression to rile him up further. “How unfortunate. To think you’ve been living like this all this time. Pitiful and pathetic.”

“I really don’t! Seriously!" Atsushi replies heatedly, taking the bait. "I don’t understand why you’d think that when we’ve been doing…” Atsushi trails off, glancing away. The redness from his cheek has spread all the way to his ears, making him look equal parts ashamed and angry.

“Oh really, jinko?” Akutagawa replies challengingly, a new glint in his eyes. He’s met with a violet-yellow glare.

“Prove it then.”

Akutagawa watches his reaction, a self-satisfied smirk on his own face, knowing his words will do something to the jinko.

The effect was almost immediate. Atsushi grits his teeth in annoyance before closing in on Akutagawa’s space in a fit of embarrassed rage. The sudden movement forces Akutagawa to step back and crash into the wall behind him, bracing for an impromptu fight-

But then Atsushi grabs at his wrist and places his hand firmly on his crotch.

"S-so? why don’t you see for yourself?" Atsushi says, face a mere centimeters away from his own. The effect of his glare ruined by the blush on his cheeks. Akutagawa's mouth hangs open in surprise, eyes wide, trying to think of a reply to the jinko’s sudden boldness.

Nothing comes out. Slowly he absorbs the intent behind the jinko's move, moving his gaze downwards. He can’t see much other than the dark fabric of the jinko’s pants and his own pale hand.

He presses harder and rubs tentatively on the sizeable tent underneath his palm. Atsushi swallows audibly, eyes closing and mouth falling open in relief. His still hasn’t let up on his hold on Akutagawa’s wrist, hand curling a little tighter as he grinds back slightly.

Inwardly, Akutagawa could not believe his luck, biting his lower lip as he watches Atsushi use his wrist as leverage. To think that jinko finally pushed things forward between them… He leans forward to press a kiss on Atsushi’s jaw, letting the jinko grind himself on his palm.

“I don’t know about seeing, jinko…” He breathes out, the air from his mouth fanning Atsushi’s pale hair. “Since I’m only feeling you.” He says to the other's ear, giving him a particularly hard rub to make his point clear, making Atushi's breath hitch.

His other hand reaches up to rest on the jinko's belt buckle, trying to give him a hint. Atsushi gets it immediately, pulling away from his shoulder. His hands shake a bit as he fumbles at the metal, pulling off the leather and hastily popping the button on his trousers. Akutagawa watches him work, mouth getting dryer in anticipation. He pushes a hand up at Atsushi's shirt to see him more clearly, resting his hands on his navel and feeling the lean muscles underneath. Atsushi's hands come up to rest on Akutagawa's waist the moment he pops the button open.

As they stand there, underneath the pale half-moon, Atsushi's trousers gaping wide at the front, the very obvious tent on his boxers out in the open for Akutagawa to see, he can't help but think to himself: Fucking finally.

One of his hand plays at the hem of the jinko's boxers while the other cups his hard-on appreciatively. Atsushi lets out a shaky moan, hands moving to nudge Akutagawa's coat open to rest on Akutagawa's hips. He thumbs at the hem of the other's slacks, trying to tell him the same thing.

Akutagawa ignores the action for the time-being, his bony fingers hooking on the hem of the jinko's boxers and dragging it down slowly. Atsushi lets out a hiss as his dick pops out from his boxers, the chill night air hitting his sensitive skin. He hides his face on Akutagawa's shoulder to stifle his obvious embarrassment.

Akutagawa huffs amusedly. The jinko has nothing to be embarrassed about, he thinks as he wraps a hand around the shaft and presses his thumb on the slit, spreading the precum around the head. He notes the differences between them, how the jinko feels thicker than his own, although they are similar in length. The thought annoys him just a tiny bit, feeling more pleased and excited at the fact that they have finally reached this far. He digs his thumb harder on the slit, prompting a high-pitched keen from Atsushi.

"Jinko. Look at me." He says softly. Atsushi's head rises, shy violet-yellow eyes meeting Akutagawa's grey ones. He feels himself get lost in the jinko's gaze as he gives him slow strokes, watching in appreciation as Atsushi moans, back bowing slightly in pleasure.

Atsushi lets him stroke a couple times, his cock coating the other's hand with more precum. His eyes slide back to Akutagawa's still clothed erection, and he feels a small ruge of irritation. Gritting his teeth, he straightens up, fully intent on bringing the other man on the same level. He grasps on the other's hand to halt his movements. The other man complies, but the grip never leaves his cock.

"I want to see you too." Atsushi breathes out, tugging insistently on the other man's trousers. Akutagawa lets out a soft hmph, his other hand coming between them to pop his own button open one-handedly. He pulls the zipper down and moves to reach the hem of his briefs, but the jinko beats him to it. Atsushi eagerly yanks his underwear down and wastes no time to envelope Akutagawa's cock in his fist, prompting a grunt from the dark-haired man.

Atsushi stares, wide-eyed and pleased, giving the other a few experimental strokes. Akutagawa flushes despite himself, exhaling with relief and feeling delighted that the jinko likes what he sees. Don't stare like it's your first time to see one... He strokes Atushi again, this time with more speed, before the jinko could say something about their dicks.

"Ah! Damn it, Akutagawa..." Atsushi groans but mirrors the action, matching Akutagawa's pace. He leans in to suck at the area under Akutagawa's jaw and leaves a small mark, listening closely to the other man's soft mewls and gasps.

A hand comes up behind his head to pull at his hair, but not enough force to pull him away from leaving kisses on the other man's neck. He snakes a hand up underneath Akutagawa's shirt in response, thumb grazing over the indents of his ribs before finding a pert nub. He toys with it using his thumb, Akutagawa letting out a surprised moan at the action.

"You-ah...what do you think you're doing-ngh" Akutagawa sighs out in between moans, and Atsushi quickly becomes attached to the sound of the other man losing his composure. He toys harder on the nipple, liking the way Akutagawa bit his lip in pleasure. Akutagawa picks up the pace on Atsushi's cock in retaliation, determined to make the jinko unravel first. Atsushi groans, long and low by his ear, making him shiver from the back of his eyes and all the way down his back. Atsushi picks his pace up as well, at the same time he drives his tongue inside Akutagawa's open mouth.

The sound of slick sliding between their hands resounds through the alley, making Akutagawa feel both self-conscious and hot at the same time. He responds eagerly to the kiss, tongues moving together in a heated dance before pulling back to gasp for air. The sounds of his moans become louder, but he's too far gone in his pleasure to remember to keep his voice down.

"Akutagawa..ah..." Atsushi gasps his name in between breathy moans, his other arm reaching around Akutagawa to pull them closer. He wraps his hand tighter on the other man's cock and gives firmer strokes, his pace never letting up. Akutagawa's eyes pinch closed at the action and lets out a long keen from gritted teeth, and Atsushi very nearly comes from the sight. He holds himself back, determined to make the experience last a little longer. He leaves more kisses on Akutagawa's jaw, his neck, his collarbone, thoroughly enjoying the sounds coming out from their mouths and from the hands between them.

"I'm close...ah...are you too?" He says breathlessly, whispering directly to the other's ear. Akutagawa shivers and nods shakily, not trusting his own voice. Atsushi almost feels disappointed from the other's refusal to open his mouth, but he's distracted by Akutagawa covering his hand with his own, blunt fingernails digging on Atsushi's knuckles.

A few more hard strokes from the jinko's hand and the pleasure spikes all the way up for Akutagawa who throws his head back in bliss, a dull pain spreading from his head as he hits the wall behind him. He's moaning, long and drawn out, voice breaking with trembling lips. The sight triggers something in Atsushi, quickly forcing him to follow with his own orgasm mere seconds later. His groan is muffled as he bites particularly hard on Akutagawa's neck, eyes closed and his torso bowing so far forward into Akutagawa's chest that he bends him at an uncomfortable angle.

They catch their breath, hands coated by the other's cum. Atsushi adjusts so he's resting his head on Akutagawa's shoulder instead, aware of the strain he put on Akutagawa's back.  The other man lays flat on the wall, eyes still closed with gasping breaths falling out of his mouth.

After a few minutes of coming down from their high, Atsushi pulls back and steps away shakingly. Atsushi watches as Akutagawa tucks himself in and fishes for something in his coat pocket, pulling out a handkerchief which he wordlessly uses to wipe his hands clean of cum. Atsushi blushes at the sight and hastily tucks himself back in his boxers, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Akutagawa reaches for his hand the moment he pulls the button closed, using the same handkerchief to wipe off the mess. Atsushi mumbles out a small 'thanks' before moving to insert his belt back in the buckle, genuinely appreciative for the other man's initiative.

A small awkward silence fills the air as they both finish fixing themselves up. Atsushi fidgets on his feet, unsure of what to say after their tryst. Across him, Akutagawa feels pleased and relieved that they have finally done it.

"Well..." Akutagawa is the first to break the silence, letting out a small cough before continuing. "I guess I'm relieved to find out you don't have them."

Atsushi rolls his eyes, but there's a small smile on his face. He turns around to leave.

So the jinko doesn't have spines on his dick after all.

But that wasn't the point, really. Akutagawa thinks to himself, satisfied, before stepping out of the alley with the jinko.

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Ending note:

Handjobs only lol. Mostly because I don’t think Akutagawa can give a blowjob without coughing every 10 seconds, which would have been a real mood killer.

Re:handkerchief. I just think Akutagawa is a neat guy, you know? And neat guys normally have hankies on them. Idk, it's probably the frilly blouse which made me think this way.

Grimm Brothers as in Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, who collected and wrote German fairytales including Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel, Snow White, and Cinderella. Plot twist? They’re actually VERY FAR from Disney’s versions, with many of their stories containing disturbing content. For some weird reason Disney decided to turn them into rainbows and sparkles.

This is the first fic for a trilogy I'm writing. Hehe. Oh and this is the first time I have written smut.  *finger guns* That's right, this is what 21 year old nerds do. I am proud of myself.

[crow-writes-stuff]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dazai Osamu & Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Whumptober 2020, Power Outage, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Caring Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Even if he doesn't admit it, Chuuya-Typical Swearing Series: Part 7 of Soukoku Whumptober 2020 Summary:

An ability user causes a sudden power outage. Dazai and Kunikida go to investigate and meet Chuuya, who's in a rough shape.

Ao3

The lights go out. Dazai blinks into the sudden darkness. Huh.

He sighs as he hears Kunikida get up. He really shouldn't have let himself get pulled into an allnighter. After a bit of rustling and some annoyed muttering, he hears the telltale click of a flashlight being turned on. Except there is still no light. "What the-?" That's Kunikida. "I made sure the batteries are at full capacity." Dazai yawns audibly. "Maybe you made a mistake?"

Before his partner can answer, they hear tires screeching on the street outside, followed by a crash. Dazai gets up and hurries to the window, lightly touching the furniture around him to find his way. Kunikida is right behind him.

The street is dark. Completly. No street light, no car lights, no moon. The latter can be explained by it being a new moon this night. And the street lights are also no surprise, considering the power outage. But the car lights are worrying. Because Dazai can still hear the cars moving.

"This isn't natural," Kunikida states and finds Dazai's arm. They make their way out of the office, down the stairs and onto the street. People seem to finally have come to their senses, as most cars have by now at least stopped moving. There are some specks of light. Lighters appear to still be working. Taking this information, Kunikida produces his notebook and soon hands Dazai one. It's of the wind-resistant kind. Smart. Both of them now equipped with their tiny flames they head over to the crash site.

"Is anyone hurt?" Kunikida asks the gathered people. "Nah, we slowed down thankfully," answers a man, waving them off. "Don't get how all the lights turned off though." "We're investigating that." They are? Oh, well. Probably.

Dazai takes another look around. Sure enough, he notices something. "Kunikida." His partner turns around, immediately seeing it too. Far, far down the street, the lights are turning back on. "I think it's moving." "An ability user?" Dazai nods. He starts into the opposite direction of the returning lights.

Kunikida is right behind him. Sometimes, they catch glimpses of light in front of them, but every time it's gone almost immediately.

"Looks like our friend isn't moving much faster than us." "But they are moving. We should hurry up. We don't know if they have a goal in mind or if this is just a random attack." Dazai hums. "At least we have an idea of their ability's radius."

There is a sudden flash of light in tune with the sound of an explosion. Then another one. And another one.

They barely exchange looks before speeding up towards the source. Soon enough, they hear yelling. And laughter. Laughter, that Dazai unfortunately recognizes.

"Stop throwing your bombs around! We're supposed to make light, not ruin the whole place!" "I am making light! Can you not see what my beautiful lemon bombs are accomplishing?" The unmistakable figure of Kajii finally comes into view. He's accompanied by a clearly agitated Tachihara. There is the beginning of a small bonfire near them, but they clearly got... distracted. Tachihara is currently shaking Kajii by the coat lapels, while the other laughs.

Dazai sighs. Another bomb gets thrown. It explodes while still in the air, not doing any damage. Dazai sighs again.

The mafia members finally notice them. Tachihara has one gun trained on each of them without a moment of hesitation. Dazai lifts his arms with a lazy smile. "Don't worry, we're not here for you. We're just trying to find the one responsible for the outage." "Really?" Tachihara looks sceptical but lowers his hands. "We've got some guys on it too. Don't get in their way." He indicates for them to move on. "Of course," Dazai smiles and pulls Kunikida with him. The explosions soon return.

"That went smoother than expected," Dazai says once they've gained some distance. "And we can assume that the Port Mafia isn't responsible for this." Dazai shrugs. "I didn't expect them to be. This endangers the city after all." Kunikida hums thoughtfully.

The lights stop moving away eventually. They're on the outskirts of the city by now. It doesn't take long to find the building that seems to be in the centre of it all.

Gunfire.

They duck behind a container, Kunikida pulling out a pistol.

There is a loud crash, and the shooting stops.

Kunikida nods towards the entrance. They have almost reached it, when the door suddenly flies open, followed by three men. They land heavily on the ground and don't get up. Exchanging a quick look, Dazai looks into the building. It's a warehouse. Filled with a distinct red glow. And a lot of bodies.

"Where is the fucker?" Dazai makes a face. If he wasn't sure before, he is now.

Still cautious, Kunikida creeps into the room, Dazai following behind.

Chuuya is standing amidst the bodies, holding one of them up with one hand. The red glow makes it hard to see any details, but whoever the person is, they seem to be shaking their head. Chuuya clicks his tongue and throws them to the side. Directly towards Dazai and Kunikida. They only just manage to jump out of the way.

"Watch it," Dazai complains, causing Chuuya to snap towards them. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Dazai shrugs. Kunikida isn't lowering his gun, he notes. "Same thing as you, I presume."

Chuuya stays silent for a moment before shaking his head. "Fine. But I'm the one that gets their head." "We won't let you kill them if we have another choice," Kunikida interjects. Chuuya stares at him, before pressing out: "We'll see about that."

They have finally stepped close enough to really see Chuuya. The receding glow of his ability helps. Dazai whistles. "Wow, what happened to you?"

Chuuya looks rough. His coat is shredded at multiple points, his pants ripped as well. And he's bleeding. There is blood on his temple, matting some hair to his face. Another wound is on his upper thigh, more are scattered across his arms. Dazai swallows down any possible emotion.

"None of your fucking business." Chuuya turns away. "Let's just find that asshole."

It doesn't take them long. Since Chuuya has already taken out most of the people around, finding the one quivering man hiding in a closet isn't difficult. He falls to his knees immediately when they open it. "I'm so sorry! Please don't kill me, please! I'm sorry!" He continues rambling apologies and pleads for his life as Chuuya steps forward and picks him up by the collar.

"I'll tell you everything you want! Please don't hurt me!"

Kunikida steps towards them, ready to intervene, but Dazai holds him back. For now. "Who hired you?" Chuuya asks through gritted teeth. The man is sobbing at this point. "I don't know their names, but they're based in Yokosuka! I can give you everything I have if you let me live!" Chuuya seems to consider it. Before he can say anything though, the man continues: "I didn't want you dead, I swear! But they said it's the only way and they'd kill me if I didn't cooperate."

That's interesting.

There is a brief flash of disgust on his face before Chuuya literally throws the man into Kunikida's arms. The rambling turns towards thanking him over and over. It's incredibly annoying. Dazai is glad when Kunikida manages to shut the man up.

When they leave the warehouse, the street lights have turned back on. While Kunikida calls someone from the Agency to pick them up, Dazai turns to Chuuya. "So, they were out to get you, huh?", he says in a cheerful voice.

Chuuya sighs, leaning against a wall. "I was driving. Shit turned dark while I was in a curve and they immediately started shooting." Dazai hums. "They must have planned this for quite some time."

Silence stretches between them. Finally, Chuuya pushes away from the wall. "Are you going to tell who he's working for?" Dazai considers it. He should say no. The Port Mafia doesn't take kindly to attacks like this. But this is Chuuya.

He nods. "When we find out." Chuuya stares at him. "You already know, don't you?" "I have my suspicions. But it would be foolish to attack only based on that." Chuuya rolls his eyes. "Whatever. I'm leaving."

Dazai hums. "You should probably get that checked out." He gestures to his own head. "Wouldn't do if you lost the few brain cells you have." "Fuck off." The familiar red glow returns and Chuuya pushes himself off the ground. Dazai watches him until he's out of sight.

With a sigh, he turns towards Kunikida. His partner is watching him. "He'll be fine." Dazai blinks. "I'm not worried about him." Kunikida raises an eyebrow. "Sure." He thankfully changes the topic: "Yosano will be here soon."

Dazai nods and returns to the wall Chuuya was just leaning on. Of course, he's not worried. Chuuya's harder to kill than most people Dazai has met in his life. He still hopes Chuuya gets his head checked out. Just in case.

[living-in-the-state-of-dreaming]

Hi! I recently read your Yandere Chuuya oneshot and loved it! Spot on my dude! Anyway I'd like to request some yandere headcannons for Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, and Akutagawa...How would they react to a pregnant s/o attempting to escape captivity? (She hasn't told him she is pregnant and that's why she's trying to escape)

I’m. So. Sorry for the wait with this. x_x I’ve never written something to do with pregnancy before so this was more than a little challenging to write but I sincerely hope that it was worth the wait. 

Also if some of the mentioned people in these requests have longer parts then the others I’m very sorry. x_x I’m not trying to trick you out of anything.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Akutagawa is unquestionably merciless and cold when it comes to most things. However, the anger that comes to him when he returns home and finds you trying to escape him will cause him to be enraged. 

He will without a doubt grab you by the collar of whatever you are wearing or a few strands of your hair and drag you back into the room while your cries of pain fall on deaf ears if he’s not wearing his trademark coat. Though if he is wearing his coat then expect to be quickly grabbed by Rashomon, dragged back into the room and pinned to the bed while Ryunosuke simply stares at you with cold eyes that are burning with the silent rage and he will not have Rashomon release you until you explain yourself. 

Though he may appear composed in truth he is absolutely livid that you tried to escape him, and even if he doesn’t say as much it will be in his voice and eyes. Had he not given you everything? Everything that he had done had been for you and yet you try to escape? Perhaps he had been far too lenient with you or maybe he had been simply fooled by how you were behaving that he had allowed you to be unrestrained. After all, he had so far neglected using the chains, the collar, and the handcuffs but if you were going to continue to be stubborn and resist then he would have no choice. 

One of the many punishments was about to come your way since betrayal or things like this were never something that Akutagawa was very forgiving of, especially when it came to you. Losing you was something he would never allow. However, when the words leave your lips with fear twinged and pleading eyes Akutagawa’s thoughts come to a complete stop and for just a moment his eyes widen in stunned skeptic shock. 

Silence. For a long moment that is all, you’re met with. 

Pregnant? You were pregnant with his- His Child? 

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He’s completely taken aback and unsure what to make of this news and even skeptical, as for a moment the thought that you were only saying such things to avoid your impending punishment comes to him, but the look in your eyes tells him otherwise. Both guilt and regret quickly come to him at how harsh he had been with his aforementioned treatment of you while the two words crawl up his throat and to the tip of his tongue.

Along with this guilt and regret that he has comes anxiety of what that entails and this is one that troubles him greatly. The thoughts of whether or not he is ready to be a father come and stay in his mind constantly since while he has experience with looking after Gin, a baby was a completely different matter and one that he isn’t entirely sure that he’s ready for.

After learning this Akutagawa will take time for himself, leading him to leave the room but not before locking it behind him. During this time he will use this time alone to process the news and you will likely not see him for a few hours or more.

When you do see him in the morning Akutagawa’s uncertainty will still be with him but his demeanor towards you will have changed. He will be more careful towards you and more awkward around you and this is something that is very easily seen when he brings you breakfast the next morning and his body language will seem stiffer. It will only be when you give him reassuring words or touches that he will visibly relax, before just sitting there with you for a while.

Sometimes his eyes will just drift to your stomach and his eyes will just stay on your stomach for a while, while his eyes unconsciously and noticeably soften. If you notice this and tease him about it; his cheeks will darken with an embarrassed blush and he’ll quickly look away, and while he won’t deny it he won’t confirm it either.

Akutagawa will undoubtedly grow even more protective and possessive over you the longer this news sets in, this is something that both he and Atsushi have in common. However, while Atsushi is like a tiger protecting its mate from any danger that poses a threat to them; Akutagawa is like a wolf, baring its fangs and viciously tearing apart any who dare try touching his mate. The fangs will come in the form of the glares that will be seen in his eyes if anyone tries anything with you while you are on an outing; whether it be just a walk through the park at night or to a doctors appointment and it goes without saying that whoever's dumb enough to try to lay a hand on you with ill intent; will be met by those vicious claws in the form of Rashomon, as they tear the fool to shreds without hesitation.

This is something the poor doctor who takes your appointments is not exempt from either, especially if this doctor happens to be a male. The entire time that doctor is giving you a checkup and checking the progress and health of the baby Aktuagawa’s eyes will be watching his every move and if his hands linger a little too long for his liking, his eyes will shift into a glare which will make the poor guy noticeably flinch. Honestly just see a female doctor it’s better for everyone that way. 

Atsushi Nakajima

Atsushi’s response to you trying to escape will be a mixture of self-hatred and desperation. This mix is only pushed on by his obsessive desire and need that he feels to protect you. It goes without saying that Atsushi has never felt much self-worth, he knows that you could do far better than him and that he doesn’t deserve you but at the same time he knows how horrible and cruel this world is, but that will not stop the tears from coming to and from his eyes as he begs you to stay; while he only just holds himself back from grabbing you and holding you to him to keep you from leaving him behind. There are so many people outside that could hurt you or worse! People exactly like the port mafia and he only wants to keep you safe! Isn’t it normal to want to protect the one you love?? You love him too so why won’t you let him??

Along with this mixture is confusion. Why? Why are you trying to escape? You were safe with him, he loved you so much and he’d happily give you anything. He’d wait on you hand and foot if you so desired. He’d do anything for the person who had made him feel wanted and loved for the first time in his life.

Silence would come to Atsushi as he sits next to you having locked the front door upon entering it again and this confusion and frustration will push and pull at him to ask and to demand why you tried to leave. 

When the confession comes from your lips Atushi will be stunned into silence like Akutagawa and for a moment he will just look at you with his lips parted in a small o. In that silence he will be trying to read your expression almost to see if you were lying but then again he knows you wouldn’t lie about something so big, he knew you, that wasn’t like you. 

Pregnant? W-With his baby? You were pregnant with his baby? 

Hearing this will cause his confusion to come to him again, first beginning with why would you want to leave if you were pregnant before the other questions came to his head. Was he ready to be a father??? The very thought made his head spin with confusion and concern. The aspect of being someone's father had never been something that Atsuhi had ever considered. What if he messed up? What if he wasn’t good enough as a father to the child? What if-?? All of these questions that spin around in his head will be joined by the most pressing question. What if this child inherited his ability? 

However at the end of all this one thing seems to reassure him and that’s the fierce will he had to protect you except now it isn’t just you who he wants to protect, but the child inside of you too. Even if the aspect of being a father scares him beyond belief and the possibilities that he would be a horrible father makes him incredibly nervous and worried he knows that there is nothing he can do except try. Despite this worry though, there are no words for how happy he is to learn this.

After he learns of your pregnancy Atsushi’s protectiveness of you will only increase. He is a tiger after all and tigers are always protective over their mates, especially when they’re pregnant with their cubs, however, his obsession with you causes him to be a little overbearing at times to the point where it’s close to smothering, even when you both go out for your appointments. 

Chances are that he will call into the Agency a few times from the desire and need he has to be near you and make sure that you are always comfortable, but when he is at work and on the job Atsushi’s thoughts will be on you constantly.

When at home there’s nothing that Atsushi enjoys more than being curled up next to you on the couch while you are snuggled up in a blanket that he had earlier got you while you either watch TV or just a movie that you wanted to watch. At first he was shy and extremely embarrassed to ask if he could rub your stomach; but after asking a few times even after you said yes it will become second nature to Atsushi and when the baby kicks Atsushi will be unable to keep from gazing at your stomach with both love, awe and amazement at the thought of a child made from the two of you is growing inside of you right now.

Don’t be surprised if you both end up falling asleep with his hand still on your stomach, while his free arm which had transformed into that of a tigers is wrapped around you; the action will seem tender and loving but it will also be to keep you from escaping should you even attempt to do so again.

Osamu Dazai

Given just how perceptive Dazai is it’s very bold of you to even assume that you can hide anything from Dazai, much less the fact that you are pregnant with his child. 

Out of the four of them, it’s extremely likely that Dazai would have already picked up on the signs and put the pieces together, leading him to come to the conclusion himself before you even tell him

On one side he’s hurt that you’d feel the need to hide this from him, but the other is also understanding especially since you hadn’t exactly come into this relationship willingly. 

He’ll continue to act oblivious to this fact and play it off as if everything is normal but every so often he’ll ask you while dropping little hints but never coming right out and saying it, which will lead you to guess if he knows constantly to yourself.

While he does this conflict will be occurring in himself as well. Having children had never been something that he had never considered or really thought about after all his wish was to one day leave this mortal coil and the person he desires to do just that with one day was you. Yet now you were pregnant with his child. This makes him feel conflicted as he does not want to leave this child alone to fend for themselves should he follow through with his desires; as he knows just how cruel this world can be, especially if you have to go through that by yourself. 

Maybe this child could be another source of light and warmth for him just like you are to him. A means for him to find some hope in this world that in the past has given him nothing but darkness, one that he still fights within himself and at times comes to the surface, like his obsession with you.

These thoughts continue to go around in his head as he makes his way home after finally being allowed to come home to you, however when he finds the door unlocked and you nowhere in sight one big torrent of emotions go through him beginning from worry, to panic to fear and then a rage that’s followed by the desire to make whoever took you wish they were dead; only to draw out their suffering before ending their miserable lives for daring to even attempt to take you from him. 

However, as he takes more things into account such as the lack of signs of a struggle and the lack of evidence that leads to that, Dazai comes to another realization. One that will fill him with disappointment and hurt but his anger will not fade. You’d left on your own accord, though he isn’t too worried, he’d find you. He’d always find you and the fact that he knew you down the last detail including your thought process and where you’d likely be it doesn’t take long until he does. 

Once he finds you he’ll greet you with a perfectly innocent smile but one look in his eyes lets you know that that’s just a visage and it’s not long after that he informs you that he knew. He knew everything all along. 

As much as he would love to give you one of his very creative punishments he doesn’t want to harm your child in any way and so he lets you off easily and by the look in his eyes when you get home you know to consider yourself lucky.

While he won’t keep you restrained after your little stunt Dazai’s watch over you will become more intense, and every time you go to an appointment, he is always there; playing the role as the perfect and friendly boyfriend to everyone around you, including the doctor. Should you act hesitant to the point where you begin to draw suspicion from the doctor; the look that he’ll send you for just a moment when no one is looking and the dark curl of a smirk that will appear as an all too familiar warning will quickly change your behavior like a switch as you know full well what awaits if you choose to stir Dazai’s temper. 

However, on a lighter note Dazai’s affectionate, tender and loving side will come out more and he’ll feel relieved at no longer having to act oblivious to the fact that his darling is pregnant. He’ll happily call in sick under the notion that you aren’t feeling well that morning and he has to take care of you but he’ll do this just so he can spend more alone time with you.

Your lack of energy due to your pregnancy will be something that he will take complete advantage of and a majority of these moments will be spent wrapped in Dazai’s embrace as he holds you close to him and cuddles you. He’s not the best cook and is usually lazy but if you ask him to cook you up something easy like instant ramen a well as bring you a glass of orange juice he’ll happily do that for you while making himself up a cup of instant ramen himself, before getting back into bed with you and enjoying his ramen there while you both just relax and enjoy tv. After all, since he’s been dosing your food with that sleeping medicine that he plucked off the shelf on the hospital; due to using his skilled hands why wouldn’t he enjoy every moment without worry.

Chuuya Nakahara

Please for the love of cheese give the Bitter lil Espresso kids. He really wants them, especially with his darling.

If there is ever a moment where his darling is around kids and those gentle and warm smiles come to their expression while they interact with them; a warm feeling will settle in his chest and it will only push on this desire to have them with you someday.

However when you begin to be constantly sick this warm feeling that had started in his chest once again as he found himself thinking back on it to himself will quickly change to concern. At first, he’ll think it’s just a stomach virus that’s going around but then he notices how strange your so-called virus was. You were throwing up constantly. 

As the pieces click together the longer this continues he’ll feel like this is way too good to be true, making him skeptical at first. Chuuya will ask you if you were alright in spite of knowing the answer as a means to push and encourage you to tell him but when you choose not to tell him and instead just give him an excuse that you think is believable others he’ll leave it alone for the time being and just wait until you decide to tell him yourself. 

However, while he is at work his thoughts will be all over the place from the prospect of possibly being a father and then shifting to the possibility that he was just overthinking this and blowing it out of proportion. Sure he wanted kids but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have his doubts and worries, having a parent who's in the Port Mafia wasn’t exactly the ideal parent for any child after all. Still, the thought of having a family with you is and has always been something that Chuuya has secretly wished for, but this is something that he will never admit to anyone but you.

After being cooped up inside with meetings and documents all day all Chuuya wanted was to go home and relax with you, in fact, the thought of seeing you made a soft smile grace his expression for just a moment, the smile he would only ever reserve for you. However, he comes home to find you have not only broken the window but were trying to escape out of it his blood runs cold as the smile completely leaves his expression. 

Fucking hell he thought you were over this! Instantly Chuuya will make a b line for you, grabbing ahold of your arm and pulling you back inside while being very careful not to injure you on the glass. Both hurt and seething from anger Chuuya will be seething inside as he’ll look at you with only barely held back anger in his eyes. If you don’t give him an honest answer then and there his anger will flare to the point where his ability will activate all while his grip stays on the wrist that he had pulled you back inside with. He won’t hurt you but he will use it to hold you down if you insist on being stubborn and not tell him the truth. 

When you do and the answer that a part of him already knew comes to his ears Chuuya’s eyes widen for just a moment before his eyes soften, so you were pregnant. He knew it. All the signs had pointed to that after all, but still, if you were pregnant then why the hell were you trying to leave him? He knew that your relationship wasn’t exactly healthy but everything he’d done had been for you, this was all to protect you, he loved you down to his very marrow and yet you still tried escaping? Again? After all this time?

Due to how hurt he feels over this it will lead Chuuya to become cold towards you for the rest of the night, and should you try to earn his trust again he will be a little bit suspicious at first but soon he’ll begin to relax, after all as much as you hurt him by trying to escape, he could never hate or stay mad at you for too long, those smiles and touches that you gave him made it near impossible for him to and soon enough things will return to ‘normal’ as his warm and passionate side will surface once more. 

Gentle kisses on your cheek and forehead while you sit on his lap while he enjoys a glass of wine on the sofa as you watch tv will be like heaven to him, but not quite as much as knowing that you, his queen were pregnant with his child. Even if he is busy at work he will always make time for you, if you want him to pick up something for you be it food, drink or other things he’ll get it for you on his way home or he’ll stop in when he has time for the purpose of giving you what you asked for and if it’s for an appointment to cheek up on the baby Chuuya will always ensure that he is able to make it to them.

[somegremlin-archive]

★ ༺ HC - Emotional Trauma regarding Dazai  ༻ ★

「 ★ 」   ⋮    Ａ Ｎ Ａ Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ａ．   ⋮  ━━   Yumeno's   feelings   towards   Dazai   are   incredibly   complicated   and   the   trauma   that   Dazai   caused   to   them   are   practically   impossible   to   move   on   from;   ESPECIALLY   in   their   current   circumstances.

                 In   being   discovered   by   the   Port   Mafia,   Dazai   was   the   first   person   that   Yumeno   met   (   the   second   being   Mori   ).   With   the   abuse   that   had   been   inflicted   onto   them   the   past   few   years   of   their   life,   Dazai   was   quite   literally   the   first   person   to   show   Yumeno   any   shred   of   kindness.   With   Chuuya   mainly   being   around      Kouyou,   Yumeno   mainly   grew   up   alongside   Dazai.

                As   Dazai   was   the   first   person   to   ACTUALLY   show   Yumeno   kindness,   Yumeno   became   extremely   attached.   It   was   to   be   EXPECTED   from   a   small   child;   especially   when   there   weren't   really   any   other   children   (   aside   from   Elise   )   in   the   Port   Mafia.   The   two   of   them   were   practically   INSEPARABLE   and   Yumeno   quite   frankly   idolized   Dazai.   Heck,   Yumeno   even   put   a   bandage   around   their   doll's   head   to   imitate   how   Dazai   looks.

                That   is,   until   the   ABUSE   started.

                In   the   Port   Mafia,   there   was   no   time   for   something   as   fickle   as   family   and   friends.   No,   it   was   kill   or   be   killed.   And   it   was   FRIGHTENING   how   quickly   and   how   easily   Dazai   adjusted   to   that   sort   of   life   and   how   willing   he   was   to   spread   that   sickening   philosophy   to   those   around   him.   Many   a   person   fell   victim   to   Dazai's   grotesque   and   horrific   training   methods   and   his   verbal   and   psychological   abuse   ...   and   of   course,   even   Yumeno   was   no   different.

                Sure,   Yumeno   might   have   learned   some   things   ...   but   was   it   really   worth   the   extensive   abuse   and   trauma   to   a   CHILD   ?

                To   the   Port   Mafia   and   to   Dazai,   it   was.

                And   the   problem   with   Yumeno   was   ...   it   didn't   matter   what   happened.   It   didn't   matter   if   he   was   left   shaking,   bruised,   bloody,   beaten,   and   crying.   It   didn't   matter   how   Dazai   treated   them.   Because   '   Dazai   -   oniichan   '   was   his   big   brother   that   LOVED   them   and   they   LOVED   dear   '   Dazai   -   oniichan   ',   right   ?

                It   wasn't   until   later   years,   it   wasn't   towards   the   end   that   Yumeno   began   to   have   their   doubts.   Did   Dazai   -   oniichan   REALLY   love   them   ?   Was   that   monster   that   hurt   them   and   beat   them   up   and   made   them   cry   REALLY   Dazai   -   oniichan   ?

                But   even   then,   Yumeno   tried   to   push   those   so   -   called   intrusive   feelings   behind   and   tried   to   rationalize   it   that   it   must   have   been   THEM   in   the   wrong.   That   they   had   to   get   used   to   the   Port   Mafia   life   and   that   in   reality,   THEY   were   the   ones   disappointing   Dazai   -oniichan.

                And   then   ...   it   happened.   When   a   mafia   member   hit   Yumeno   hard   enough   on   the   head   on   Dazai's   command.   The   hit   didn't   necessarily   make   Yumeno   remember   everything   about   their   past   but   ...

                ...   They   just   felt   this   OVERWHELMING   feeling   that   this   was   how   they've   been   treated   their   entire   life.   That   all   their   life,   they'd   been   nothing   but   a   TOY   for   people's   amusement.   That   all   their   life,   people   only   wanted   to   make   them   SUFFER.

                THEY   HAD   ENOUGH.

                When   they   finally,   FINALLY   realized   that   the   treatment   they   had   endured   for   so   long   was   WRONG,   they   unleashed   that   cursed,   dangerous   ability   they   didn't   even   realize   they   had   in an   effort   to   PROTECT   THEMSELF.

                And   guess   who   robbed   them   of   their   ability   to   protect   themself   ?

                Guess   who   sentenced   them   down   to   literal   hell   ?

                DAZAI.

                Even   after   the   incident,   the   abuse   continued;   except   this   time,   Dazai   was   not   only   hurting   them,   a   single   touch   was   ENOUGH   to   render   them   completely   vulnerable   to   the   abuse.   And   when   it   was   done   ...   they   were   left   alone   in   the   jail   cell.

                In   an   environment   that's   as   cold   and   isolating   and   mind   numbing   as   a   JAIL   CELL,   there's   nothing   to   do   but   to   dwell   on   the   abuse   and   how   awful   you   were   treated.   There's   nothing   you   CAN   do   but   to   be   angry   and   to   be   hurt   and   to   let   it   replay   again   and   again   and   again   and   again   and   AGAIN   AND   AGAIN   

                And   yet,   there   is   also   fixation   on   the   good   times,   those   times   when   they   were   young   and   when   they   were   able   to   cling   to   dear   '   Dazai   -   oniisan   '   and   feel   safe   and   secure.   With   such   two   conflicting   traumas   in   your   head,   you   can   only   let   it   ravage   your   mind   as   you  think   WHYDIDYOUDOTHATWHYDIDYOUDOTHATWHYDIDYOUDOTHAT

                In   the   present   day,   Yumeno   does   DEFINITELY   hate   Dazai.   Yumeno   does   want   Dazai   DEAD   for   all   the   trauma   and   all   the   pain   that   he   inflicted.   And   yet,   there's   also   mental   and   emotional   conflict.   A   part   of   them   that   they   consider   '   twisted   and   messed   up   '   and   that   they   wish   they   could   just   rip   out   of   their   mind   STILL   CARES   about   Dazai   and   would   most   certainly   eat   up   any   praise   Dazai   gave   them.

                TLDR,   it's   kind   of   like   Akutgawa's   mindset   but   worse.

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, DENJI. 🌓

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: garth Age: 25 Pronouns: he/him, xe/xem, it/its, she/her ooc contact: sumetal (tumblr), heinously (twitter) other characters in xc: chuuya nakahara / bungou stray dogs, megumi fushiguro / jujutsu kaisen, futaba sakura / persona 5, caster (merlin) / fate grand order

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

Name: denji. Age: 17. Pronouns: he/him, it/its. Series: chainsaw man. canon point: chapter 142. app triggers: gratuitous violence/gore, exploitation/manipulation, (child) abuse, grooming, harm/death to minors, suicide, sexual content

personality: Those who meet Denji would probably characterize him based on the distinctive, outward personality he projects: he is stupid, brash, and loud. He is rude, naive, and childish. He is unable to conceptualize smaller details, focusing entirely on the bigger picture because he just simply isn’t smart enough to pick anything apart. Denji is a selfish and impulsive person, violent and deranged when it comes to killing devils, and he’s the type to jump into action- usually with his fists flying- instead of talking or thinking it through. Because of this, Denji is the type of young man who desperately seeks gratification of any kind, and he’s willing to go a long way or to even debase and humiliate himself for attention.

Because of this,to most it would appear that Denji has an incredibly low sense of self-worth and self-esteem. A street mutt only worth as much as he can be useful, Denji desperately seeks validation and attention, both negative and positive, in an effort to force people not to abandon or forget him. He is extremely emotionally compromised- rather from his abusive and poverty-ridden childhood or Makima’s grooming as a teen- and craves recognition and love more than anything, but because he is so damaged, he struggles to realize when people are using and abusing him compared to those who actually care, taking what he can get for any shred of affection.

However, Denji also has a grand wealth of empathy and kindness inside of him, despite his outwardly nasty personality and his broken core. He does not like hurting or killing other people, and will go out of his way to save others if he can. Though he assumes many of his motivations are for gratification, Denji often does kind things because he knows they are the right thing to do or because he cannot stand to see suffering. He greatly fears losing his empathy or his emotions, and wants to retain his humanity despite his status as a half-devil.

He is a good boy.

something your muse struggles with:

His heart. Denji is so emotionally damaged he is desperate for attention, putting himself into bad situations or humiliating himself for the sake of any shred of attention or notice.

His naivety. With no formal education, Denji does not have awareness or knowledge on many common things that others might, making him come across as ignorant or unintelligent.

His personality. Because of a critical lack of socialization in his youth, Denji is brash and loud and hard to get along with. He does not censor himself or his thoughts.

your muse’s greatest strength:

His empathy. Denji has a kind and soft heart despite his outwardly nasty personality. He will jump in to try and save even a stray cat in the middle of a fray.

His strength. Even in his human form, training with the PSDH has made Denji incredibly strong and capable in hand-to-hand combat.

His smarts(?). Though not the most… typically smart kid, Denji is more than capable of thinking of clever and out-of-the-box solutions to his problems.

history / background:

Born the child of an abusive, alcoholic father who accrued hundreds of thousands of dollars in debts to the yakuza, Denji was forced to kill the man as a youth out of self-defence, and the memory was locked away deep in his mind due to the trauma; ruled as a suicide so they could still continue to exploit the money, the yakuza began to blackmail Denji even as a young boy in order to gain their money back from the poverty-stricken child.

Because of this, Denji was forced to sell his own body parts under the black market and to take on odd jobs in order to accrue the money for the yakuza so they would not slaughter him. During this time, he made friends with a dog-like devil who he named Pochita, and the two became fast friends. At this time, Pochita was Denji’s only companion.

After Denji begins to hunt devils for money for the yakuza, the yakuza decide to sacrifice Denji for their master- the zombie devil- and he is murdered; his bond with Pochita reaches even after his death, however, and Pochita sacrifices himself to make a contract to become Denji’s new heart, reincarnating the young boy as the chainsaw devil, and he uses his newfound powers- and newfound life- to begin slaying several more devils that threatened humanity.

Makima, a devil hunter, forces Denji to join the Public Safety Devil Hunters, a government-sanctioned devil hunting organization, and begins to groom him both as her subordinate and as her victim. The abused young boy, whether because of his emotional compromisation or because of his inability to realize when someone is manipulating him, falls deeply in love with the older woman, fueling Makima’s behavior and enabling her to have nigh full control over almost every aspect of Denji’s life within the PSDH.

It is during this time that Denji meets Power and Aki, devil hunters also under the PSDH, with whom he starts a steady and tumultuous familial relationship under Makima’s supervision. The three of them continually slay devils and experience triumphs and defeats, all with Denji hoping that if he is able to finally defeat the gun devil, Makima will grant any one wish he desires.

During a fight with the doll devil, Power and Aki are unwittingly sent to hell for a brief period, causing Aki to lose an arm and regressing Power’s mental state to an extreme, fluctuating case of severe PTSD attacks. Denji and Aki are forced to take time to care for her nearly 24/7, and because of this- and his fear of losing his younger siblings- Aki requests that neither he nor Power and Denji take part in the extermination of the powerful gun devil.

However, due to Makima’s grooming, Denji is convinced to continue on with the mission, and with Power in tow, Aki regretfully accepts that the three of them will all join in on the gun devil extermination.

Unbeknownst to Denji, Makima- exposed as the devil of control- orchestrates the appearance of the gun devil in Japan, where it causes a monumental amount of catastrophic destruction and death. Aki, having fallen under the ‘spell’ of control, is forced to give his body as a sacrifice to the gun devil by Makima, and Denji is forced to slaughter his own older brother figure in order to stop the gun devil from destroying the entire country.

After the fight ends, Power and Denji find that Aki left them a large amount of money, of which they use to buy a new apartment, video games, and food.

And Makima, watching Denji’s spiral, conspires to control her obedient dog’s life even further.

powers / abilities:    -Chainsaw. When the cord on his chest is pulled, Denji is able to sprout and rev chainsaws from his limbs and head. Doing so causes his body to physically split and burst where the saws are revealed, and they are ‘powered’ by blood.

inherent abilities:    -Half-devil. As a half-devil, Denji sports a greatly enhanced speed, stamina, strength, and endurance. Additionally, he can be healed- even from grievous or deadly wounds- when he drinks blood.

items / weapons:    -N/A.

starting ability: N/A.

starting item: N/A.

extra: i will be severely toning down denji’s more outwardly sexual desires, and instead will be turning that into a more neutral craving for attention in general

discord id: a beautiful star#2132

Passcode: i will protect him with my life.

[goddamnitdazai]

only.

{one shot} {platonic odazai} {drabble} tw: mentions of suicide, depression. 

               Too bright.                His fingers stretch over white infiltrating the comfort of shadows he’d allow to swallow him. Dry, grainy fuzz tickles his throat as his lips purse together in vehemence. Daylight drags itself up crinkled sheets. The combination of whisky and stale cigarettes catches in his throat—at some point he should have opened a window. Dazai remains on his back; one hand serving as a barrier between his reddened eyes and the protruding sunlight.                He should get up—he should have gotten up the night before. His teeth are coated in bitter saliva and the remaining numbing drip of cocaine. In his dream he’d begun decaying. Waking up to skin, though dry and caked with ash, was a bit disappointing. The mattress curves to his spine as he settles himself against the pillow, turning from the sunlight. Pitch black meets his gaze; nothing keeps his eyes closed despite the immense pain throbbing in the back of his skull.                 Sleep felt too far from his grasp, somehow the simplest of solutions became an incredibly daunting task for his mind to comprehend. A complexity that he kept to himself; why bother explaining the bags under his eyes when nobody asked? It shredded him, like paper, little pieces at a time left scattered in the wind until he would up here. His disappearances didn’t prompt a single question.                  Annoyance, perhaps. From his temperamental fuck of a partner who he’d left with all the paper work. Rarely did Chuuya believe it was not always entirely on purpose—but that didn’t matter much. Mori could be irritated at times with his actions, but there was a ceaseless revolving door of questions answered with more questions that merely led to Dazai being instructed to leave. Mori chuckled a lot when he didn’t feel like dealing with Dazai’s antics—his temperament was as calm as the sea before a storm. But, Mori never came looking for him either.                 They never asked; never bothered; just let him be. A drift on his own caught in the tides. At some point he’d wash ashore again, sparkling new with taunts and jokes and a belly full of whisky. None of the in between mattered.                  Dazai notes the brown glass pathway leading from the kitchen to his bed. Beer bottles—some cheap ass brand he bought at the gas station—it explained the blood on his sheets and the burning pain each time he clenched his right hand. Dark strands splay over his forehead and stick to the skin. Sweat pools a the back of his neck. The stroke of cold metal under his thumb contrasts the heat radiating from his head to his toes.                  He never liked the taste of it. Though the odd shape felt intriguing against his teeth, and he had an unrelenting urge to bite down on it as if it were candy. Sometimes he’d poke his tongue at the hole in the barrel. Lying with his cheek pressed into the pillow made it easier for the gun to rest between his teeth. The weight of it felt doubled, and he let his hand fall flat against the mattress fingers still curled over the trigger.                   His phone clatters against an empty whisky glass. Dazai glances at it curiously, the faint memory of wanting it to shut the fuck up comes back in fragments. He laughs at himself. Apparently, dunking your phone in an empty whisky glass did nothing to stop incoming calls. Lights reflect as it rotates against crystal.                    Odasaku.                  He could simply pull the trigger, but Dazai figures it would be rude to ditch Odasaku two nights in a row.

[dancing-dazai]

hii!! i was wondering if you could write scenarios about dazai, akutagawa, and chuuya crying a lot and their female s/o calming them down and comfortig them? angstangstangstangstangst

*chanting* angstangstanGSTANGSTANGSTANGST

Can do! 

Oh btw the female s/o in this is you because that’s how i role, sorry if that’s not what you wanted~ guess that just means you’ll have to leave more requests until i get it right, eh? ;) 

Dazai

Dazai’s tears are silent. Despite his loud, boisterous persona during the day, Dazai can be incredibly reserved at times and it’s only once in a blue moon that he’ll ever dare to open up to you. 

Some nights you’ll find him sat on the window sill of your living room at three in the morning, one leg drawn up to his chest while the other hangs lamely beneath him. Tears drip down his cheeks as he stares at the ground below with a dead expression, completely deaf to the world and trapped in the darkness of his own mind. The best way to comfort him is to gently turn his cheek away from the glass and hold his face in your hands, kissing his forehead before slowly pulling him back to bed. Make sure he gets plenty of cuddles and don’t mention the fact that you know he had a nightmare. 

Akutagawa

Akutagawa’s tears are loud. He feels the burning rage that builds within him and summons Rashoumon almost on impulse, tearing through anything and everything he can find to compensate for his despair. 

To comfort him you have to be patient and wait – wait until his throat is raw from screaming and wait for Rashoumon to eventually wear itself out. You know it’s safe when Aku drops like a stone to his knees; he still attempts to growl in frustration under his breath, tries to regain that shred of dignity he lost all those years ago, but all that can be heard instead is the dry, scraping cough of a young man who’s lived through far too much for his age. You walk over to him calmly when you know it’s over and gently wrap an arm around his shoulder, helping him limp over to the nearby couch where he continues to break down on your shoulder. 

Chuuya 

Much like Dazai, Chuuya’s tears are borne from his nightmares and when you don’t know what to look for, they are easy to miss. The only telltale giveaway is the trembling of his shoulders and the way he curls in on himself at the softest of touches. 

Chuuya is probably the most difficult to comfort of all. His stubborn, short-tempered nature leads him to growl at words of sympathy, slap away caresses of gentle fingers and snap “I don’t need your help!” at anyone who even dares to pity him. Sadly, even you. Chuuya’s sorrow is rooted so deeply within himself that sometimes it can take hours to dig up, and other times you can do nothing but watch as Chuuya loses himself to his nightmares; nightmares of Corruption, his childhood, and every other horrific thing he’s seen throughout his career in the Mafia.

However, nothing is impossible. If you rescue him from a nightmare by gently shaking him awake, those cerulean blue eyes will eventually open for you – and so will the flood gates. He gasps in embarrassment as he realises he’s crying and shuffles backwards to the other side of the bed, using one arm to hide the tears as his chest heaves painfully. But with a lot of coaxing and a lot of patience, you can get him to come back to you, and he’ll let you hold him protectively in your arms as he sobs quietly into your neck. The best way to comfort him is to run your fingers through his hair and tell him how strong he is, how brave he is for making it this far, until his breathing evens out and you both end up drifting off to sleep.