#but wanted to get a kunikida drawing done

[benetnvsch]

wanted to draw him with his hair down

[melliemell]

Pairing: Dazai x f!reader

Contents: NSFW, car sex (unfortunately for Kunikida), breath play, dazai levels of whining, but he always gets what he wants doesn't he, Approx. 1.5k words

“Don’t even think about it,” you breathed, grinding your hips against Dazai’s. His mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut as a moan left his lips before it turned into a strained laugh. Dazai guided your hand to his neck. He bit at your lower lip playfully, languid thrusts drawing out your pleasure with every deep stroke. 

“Pretty please?” Dazai whispered to your ear, his lazy smile widening as your fingers grazed the bandages he always wrapped himself in. “I’ll be a real good boy about it.”

“You’ve been anything but for the last half-hour,” you retorted. “I’ll think about it.”

Dazai pouted, his trademark gaze of innocence returning. He knew how to get what he wanted; even if it required you to play this game of fetch every time. Instead, you ground your hips down, enjoying the friction of him bottoming out in you.

The parking lot was empty this late, keeping your undertakings pleasantly obscured under the roof of your car. 

You weren’t meant to be here, precisely. 

Nor Kunikida’s car– it was supposed to be back hours ago. But then again Dazai was ever the opportunist; why waste a perfectly good vehicle when you’ve already used it the whole day to spy on a client? Might as well give yourself a treat for a job well done.

Dazai brushed your hair to the side, teeth sinking into your soft skin. You couldn’t move much, your hips straddling Dazai’s and the steering wheel digging into your back with his every thrust. He was keeping you in place, not giving much of any opportunity even as you wriggled and panted against his lips. 

Postponing your orgasm was becoming somewhat of a speciality of his, especially with how grumpy it got you the longer he played around. That was what he wanted, more often than not. Predicting your actions was easy, and knowing how far to push to reach your breaking point–

easier.

Then he might get what he wanted. 

Your hands drew him closer, your focus waning as the pressure built up again. You weren’t going to let Dazai ruin this one too. Maybe it counted as giving in or perhaps you felt like you were taking control this time, but…

Delicate fingers trailed around Dazai’s neck, making him shudder the moment he realised what you were up to. He wanted it, of course. As much as it annoyed you how desperate he would get only to have your hands wrap around his throat, the pressure building with every second.

You knew he liked the thrill of it. The suicidal maniac in him was ecstatic–playing with life like that. You on the other hand felt your worry building every time he so much as looked at you with that pleading gaze. It was only a play, no real harm behind it.

Plenty of people were into breath play, and yet…it felt different. 

It scared you, sometimes—just a bit.

“Change of heart?” Dazai’s eyes were hooded. He looked beautiful like this, flush all the way down his chest. His hand trailed up your thigh, gripping tightly.

“We make a deal?” you asked, arching forward. He was easy to bargain with, like this. “I do this, and you give me the best orgasm I’ve ever had? No half-assing here, Osamu.”

Dazai fluttered his lashes and his grin turned vicious. “I do as you please, oh great beauty of mine.” And you could only blink your eyes closed, hands wrapped around his neck in preparation.

Dazai raised you up suddenly, his cock slipping out of you.

“Wh-at?” you asked, grabbing into his shoulders for balance. 

“I’m a fast worker, what can I say?” Dazai smirked. 

His hand went to your entrance, drawing slow steady drags of his fingers against your wet pussy lips. The moment his fingers entered you, a shudder crawled up your spine. 

You weren’t sure where he was going with this. His fingers made quick work, moving within your walls and twisting to your sweet spot often enough to make you dizzy. You almost forgot what you were meant to do with your hands.

“Fuck,” you said, trying to force your attention back into focus. 

Dazai was looking at you, enjoying every second of it. 

A few more strokes and his hand pulled away, only for his cock to enter you again, sudden and filling. Your thighs clenched around him, breath coming ragged. The fingers now covered in your wetness went to skilfully move over your clit, thumb rocking back and forth in time with Dazai’s every thrust.

You had to remind yourself to breathe, eyes back to Dazai’s face. He was watching you, head thrown back as a smirk tilted his lips. You could have been a sight to see for all you knew.

But that didn’t bother you.

You reached up, tracing his jawline with both hands before going lower. Dazai’s whole focus was on you, every detail engraving itself in his mind as you wrapped your hands around his neck. 

Such delicate work under these circumstances wasn’t ideal. You felt Dazai try to swallow under your hands, the pressure barely there to distract him. But he knew this was only a warmup. It takes time for you to ease into it; this wasn’t the first time you were hesitant to do this.

Dazai’s cheeks reddened. Slowly, ever so slowly, your pressure increased, and you marvelled at the way Dazai moaned weakly from the sensation of literary being suffocated. 

Dazai’s eyes fluttered shut, head thrown back as his hold on you waist tightened.

He was beautiful like this, so vulnerable and entirely at your mercy. 

You tried to regulate, watching his every twitch and grunt for the air he lacked. You were bringing him to the brink only to relax just enough to get his bearings back together. 

Your legs were trembling from the strain, seeing as Dazai’s trust became sporadic, trying to force out as much of his strength into fucking you. Your lower belly tingled with your release which was steadily building up. 

Dazai’s thumb didn’t stop, his hand going down to your entrance to gather more of your wetness before coming back to stroke at your clit. You could barely breathe at this point.

Dazai looked at you, choked sounds falling from his open mouth even as his upper teeth bit into his lip. He was having the time of his life.

“Good boy.” You smiled, diving for a kiss as your hands squeezed firmer, swallowing Dazai’s whine as your tongue trailed inside his mouth. Saliva trickled down his chin, making him a bigger mess with every second.

You felt his legs spasm, the tension increasing. Your pussy clenched around him, just the way he liked before he was near.

You held him, not letting go even as his belly fluttered, twitching with every strain to push his orgasm forward. You forced him into the seat, Dazai’s neck bared prettily as you hovered over him, the sound of your kissing filling the air almost as much as his rapid trusts as he struggled to reach you. 

“Come on, pretty boy. I’ve got you,” you panted against Dazai’s lips.

Pleasure seeped in, not suddenly this time, but a steady buildup of more more more–and you were cumming, cunt fluttering around his cock enough to force Dazai’s eyes open, staring wide at the rooftop as a pitiful moan vibrated right from his chest. You felt his cock twitch inside you a moment later, his spent shooting inside you, warm and thick.

You only loosened your hold on him when you were sure he was coming down from the high. Dazai’s head lolled to the side, eyes still closed as he breathed hard between coughs for air. He looked utterly exhausted, his face pale with overstrain. He barely had the strength to move, let alone slip out of you. 

Not that you could help, flopping against his chest to breathe in his musky scent. The air around you was hot, almost foggy. Like in those sappy romance movies where the couple run away to their car to finally have some alone time.

Except this one wasn’t yours.

You pulled yourself back, reaching with a groan for your phone. 

“Whatcha doin’?” Dazai asked, kissing at your shoulder. He looked so pretty as he blinked at you, face serene. 

“Looking for a nearby car wash,” you said, forcing your eyes to the screen. 

A silence before Dazai’s hearty laugh filled the space. You looked at him, eyebrow raised. 

“Were you expecting something else?” 

“Not in the slightest,” Dazai said, clearing a tear from his eye. He still smiled when he said, “Kunikida sure has a great friend in you.”

“In both of us.” You leaned in for a quick peck. “Seeing as we’ll be splitting the bill.”

Dazai groaned but it didn’t sound as sincere as he would’ve liked. He pulled you in close, pouting all the while as you pretended not to notice him. He got his way this time around, it’s not like he had much to complain about. 

[lilsharkiie]

Hi! Do you want to draw little Sanji and Little Dazai I think they would be friends?

AHH of course!! I sort of just did whatever.. I hope you don't mind 🥺 If you had something more specific in mind I don't mind drawing something else though! I really love Dazai and Sanji! 🎀

I hope this is okay.. I sort of think Dazai would be on the older side, whereas Sanji would just be itty bitty. I'M JUST GONNA.. Babble about what I think they're interactions would he like. They're so cute..

Dazai would also ABSOLUTELY show Sanji cat videos. They'd spend just hours scrolling through YouTube and Dazai letting Sanji just go at it with kitty videos..

They'd probably bond over the fishiness, (Dazai the mackerel and Sanji with the all blue..)

Sanji would probably try and cook for him, because even if he's small he can't help but want others to be happy and fed.

Dazai would be the customer and Sanji would cook food for him (in his fake kitchen playset of course because OBVIOUSLY Nami has spoiled that boy to the moon and back) and Dazai puts on a whole show of eating the food.

Very dramatic, and eager to entertain those who are littler than him. (Though sometimes he gets itty bitty too and him and Sanji are tiny together!)

I'd like to think their caregivers (in my head Kuni is Dazai's caregiver, and Luffy is Sanji's) would get along to an extent.. But when you take into consideration Luffy's over the top nature and Kunikida's need for organization they might clash a little!!

But they'd still get along I think, because Luffy is good at getting people on his side!!

Bonding over their slightly emotionally unstable boys.. 🎀

All right I'm done, I hope this was what you had in mind anon!! 💝🥺

[intheticklecloset]

hii! i hope you’re doing well (and taking breaks in between these)

for the peppermint mocha,, what about kunikida + dazai ❤️🎅?

❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️

Breaks? What are breaks? 😅 No but really - I try to write only a couple of these a day not to burn myself out, but the real break will come when I'm done with them all. I'm hanging in there! In the meantime, enjoy! ^^

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“Hey, Kunikida!” Dazai chirped excitedly, drawing the bespectacled man’s attention.

“Dazai. What a surprise.”

Truly, it was no surprise at all. The brunette was notorious for following Kunikida around at this time of year, trying to scope out what kind of gifts he was buying for others rather than just wait for their annual office Christmas party to find out. Kunikida knew that if it were anyone else they’d probably think they were being sneaky, but Dazai knew how to be sneaky, so the fact that he’d caught on to him years ago told him the man wanted the blonde to know he was being followed. He wasn’t sure what kind of game this was, but considering this was the first time Dazai had actually approached him while following him around the shops, he suspected he wasn’t playing it the way the brunette wanted him to.

“Out gift shopping?” Dazai asked innocently, glancing at the stationery set in his colleague’s hands.

Kunikida grunted. “I’m sure you know this is the season for such a thing, so yes, it’s a fair assumption.”

“Who is that for?”

“Not you.”

“Aww, and here I was hoping to better my penmanship next year.” Dazai smirked. “You’re no fun, you know.”

Kunikida placed the stationery set back where he’d found it, picking up another one for inspection instead. “Just because you enjoy knowing what everyone will be getting for Christmas doesn’t mean everyone else does. I like to keep things a secret.”

Dazai pouted, reaching out to poke his friend in the ribs. “Come on, it’s not like I’ll tell everyone! Just let me know who the stationery is for?”

“You don’t need to know – hehey!” The blonde barely tamped down a chuckle when the brunette pinched his hip. He glanced around the shop nervously. They were alone right now, but get this suicidal freak going and there was no telling how long that would last. “Would you q-quihihit that? Dazai!”

The detective was grinning from ear to ear, a wicked glint in his eyes that Kunikida didn’t like at all. “Tell me! That’s all I want from you.”

“It’s not yohohohours! Isn’t that enohohough?” The blonde jerked his arm down protectively when he saw his friend aiming for a bad spot, but in his hassle to escape he ended up dropping the stationery entirely. Without thinking, he bent to retrieve it, and that’s when Dazai really struck.

“Who’s the stationery for, Kunikida? Hmmm?” he teased, poking and digging into his back and just below his armpit.

Kunikida jolted upright again, taking a few frantic steps back before finally caving. “All rihihihight, it’s for the prehehehehesident! Leave me alohohohone!”

“Ooh, you’re right – he does have a fondness for good stationery. What with all those important letters he has to send.” Dazai nodded sagely, then turned on his heel and rounded the corner of the aisle like he just remembered he had somewhere else to be. “Well, good luck with your shopping, Kunikida!”

The taller man picked up the fallen stationery with a roll of his eyes. Dazai could be an idiot sometimes, but he certainly kept the spirit of the holidays alive in his own special way.

[chuuyaspinkmotorcycle]

Day 7: Alcohol of @/Black00Cat’s (twt) SKKtober

Dazai knows the phases of Chuuya’s alcohol intake (see: Book 7 of Dazai Osamu’s Grievances against Nakahara Chuuya) like the back of his hand.

Can picture them so clearly that it’s a movie playing in his head, each detail highlighted in his mind’s eye.

And yet he never imagined a scenario like this in all his daydreams of how to kill Chuuya.

No, no, it seems Chuuya has accepted Dazai’s proposal of double suicide in the worst way possible.

The slug? On his unknown number of glasses of wine, absolutely plastered. And Dazai? He’s feeling his soul leave his body thanks to Chuuya, who has decided his preferred seat for the evening is Dazai’s lap.

The worst part? They’re out with their coworkers, a celebration for another joint mission done well. Woohoo…

“Chibi,” Dazai hisses into Chuuya’s ear for the nth time. He’s tried pushing his dog off — did not work, earned a punch — he’s tried squeezing Chuuya enough to annoy him — did not work, the brat got even more comfortable — and now he’s been pestering him to gain his attention.

Which, for the record, has not been working, much to Dazai’s, and everyone else’s, unfortunately growing horror.

Chuuya continues to blab to Yosano and Ranpo, the only ones not in a state of shock throughout this, giving them a plethora of gossip to talk (and tease) about later.

“How much did you let him drink?” Kouyou glares at Dazai, tone telling Dazai all he needs to know about how fucked he is for this.

“Me? Ane-san’s the one that usually stops him,” Dazai argues back. He steels himself as Chuuya shifts around before deciding his shoulder is the perfect pillow. Dazai’s just praying he’ll knock out soon.

Distantly, he registers Yosano and Ranpo whispering to each other but the threat of Kouyou takes his foremost attention.

She opens her mouth to say something, likely a threat in the form of death by sword, but Atsushi speaks up, voice hesitant.

“I mean, at least he’s not hurting anyone.”

Dazai rounds on Atsushi, mouthing ‘Me! He’s hurting me!’ — specifically his pride — at the boy.

Atsushi, the traitor, merely shrugs.

Dazai’s movement from earlier had roused Chuuya off his upper body, and soon a weak punch is thrown at his shoulder with a growl.

Drastic times call for drastic measures.

Dazai never wanted it to really come to this but—

“Akutagawa-kun~” He throws his most charming (read: threatening) smile at the man.

Beside the raven-haired, Atsushi gets ready to tell Dazai off but a quiet ‘ahem’ draws his attention.

Akutagawa, with a glance at Chuuya, meets Dazai’s eyes to deliver “Unlike you, Dazai-san, I do value my life,” sealing the brunet’s fate.

All Dazai can do in his shock is mutter, “You’ve been hanging out with Atsushi-kun too much.”

Dazai chooses to ignore Atsushi’s protest of “Isn’t that our assignment?”, instead turning his attention to Kunikida—

who gives him the most adamant death stare with a shake of a head he’s ever gotten from the man.

Lovely.

“Yosano-sen—“

“The night’s still young! What do you guys say to a game~?” The doctor asks, the glint in her eye telling Dazai he is truly fucked.

“Mr. Fancy Hat~! Truth or dare?” And there’s no chance to even bribe Ranpo to help Dazai out before Chuuya is sitting up straight, determined to overcome his

“Dare.”

Maybe Dazai’s had too many to drink too because he’s unable to control his heartbeat in this moment.

“Kiss him.” Ranpo smirks.

Dazai isn’t able to protest with who exactly “him” is before lips are all over his, the taste of wine taking over all of his taste buds.

Thinking back on this night, he vaguely heard hollers and hoots and laughs. Presently, though, all he can hear is his heart in his ears as red hair takes over his vision.

He’s sure his face is red — and he really hopes he can blame it on the alcohol.

He can’t pull away — Chuuya’s making sure of that with the vice grip he has on his shoulders — and he can’t lean into it because these are his coworkers, for crying out loud.

As the need for air nears, some divine being out there must take pity on Dazai.

Chuuya pops off with a lick of his lips — that Dazai can’t help but stare at — and promptly passes out.

Dazai catches him from falling off without thinking. And before he can stop himself, he hisses out, “You’re so fucking dumb!”

The only reason he braves looking up is the stash of money that crosses the corner of his vision.

“I hate all of you.” He glares as he watches their bets pass around, Yosano and Ranpo the clear victors.

“No, you don’t,” Yosano replies back with a wink as she counts her earnings.

/No, I don’t,/ Dazai can’t help himself from thinking as his eyes wander back down to the sleeping beauty in his arms, completely out as he probably dreams about dogs, bringing a smile to Dazai’s face, even if drool is already threatening to drip onto his shoulder.

God, Dazai really is pathetically down-bad, isn’t he?

[zukkaoru]

lemon futon AND kunichuu + "THAT's who you were talking about?!" "look at who you're holding hands with!"

nikomushithaniel + "it could have ended differently" "i know."

beast souheki + "why?"

i offer you some silly fun times followed by ✨angst✨

lemon futon & kunichuu

“THAT’S who you were talking about?!” Katai demands, gesturing wildly with one hand. “Kunikida, that’s a Port Mafia executive!”

Chuuya rolls their eyes.

Kunikida bristles. “You’re concerned about me? Look at who you’re holding hands with!” This, he thinks, is a fair argument to make. Because Katai is holding hands with one Kajii Motojirou, the Port Mafia’s notorious lemon bomber, while Chuuya is a well-mannered, polite, individual who just happens to also work for the mafia. There’s a pretty big difference between the two, as far as Kunikida is concerned.

Needless to say, when Katai said he would be introducing his partner to Kunikida, he did not expect to see a familiar face. Definitely not mafia familiar.

“You hate the mafia,” Kunikida points out.

“So do you!”

“Well—”

“As far as I’m concerned,” Chuuya cuts in, “you’re both hypocrites. You two can argue all you want, but if this goes on for too much longer, Kajii and I are going to ditch you and go out ourselves.”

Kajii grins, maniacal and dangerous. Kunikida tenses.

But…he supposes Chuuya gets like that sometimes too. The wild, carefree, laughter. The wicked glint in their eyes. And while it scared Kunikida at first, it’s now one of the endless things about Chuuya that he finds indescribable beauty in.

So maybe he can trust Katai and give Kajii a chance.

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nikomushithaniel + “it could have ended differently” “i know”

“It could have ended differently,” Mushitarou spits out. It stings, like a knife to the gut; he says it like Nikolai doesn’t care. Like he hasn’t lost hours upon hours of sleep combing through his memories pointing out all of the moments he could have done something—anything—to change the ending.

“I know!” he snaps, hands clenched into fists at his side. Curled so tight his fingernails are drawing blood. He knows, he knows, he knows. They could have stopped Nathaniel, could have talked him out of it. They could have simply escaped with him in tow.

They could have done any number of things, but now—

Now, it’s too late.

It could have ended differently, but they both missed every opportunity to bring about the needed change, and now they’re left alone with the broken pieces. Nathaniel was the blood binding them together, and with him gone…

“Just get out of here,” Mushitarou orders. “I don’t ever want to see you again.”

Nikolai doesn’t argue. He just leaves.

-

beast souheki + “why?”

Ranpo didn’t go to the funeral.

He knew exactly where and when it happened, but the gathering was so small they would have instantly noticed an enemy in their midst. It wasn’t his place to intrude regardless. He never meant that much to Dazai.

Then again, no one did.

He refused to let himself care about anyone. And now he’s gone.

Ranpo sits in the wet grass, back against the headstone, face tilted towards the sky. Two weeks ago, they were in Dazai’s bed, back pressed against the mattress, teeth sinking into his skin. And now—

“Why?” they whisper.

No answer comes. The dead cannot speak. Ranpo knows this all too well.

The dead do nothing but leave you with unanswered questions and ghosts that you cannot shake.

Dazai never even fully removed his bandages when they were together. It meant nothing to him, and Ranpo knows this—has always known this, but—

The one thing he doesn’t know is why Dazai jumped. The one thing Ultra Deduction cannot help him figure out is Dazai’s motivation. Ranpo has tossed and turned for hours, rolling the question through his head in the middle of the night, but they always come up empty.

It doesn’t make sense.

They knew he wanted to die—knew he planned it out, down to the second.

But he would never explain why.

Now, he never will.

[alysonsmandwes]

BSDecember day 2! "Snow"

For this prompt I wanted to write something bc I don't know how to draw snow lol. I guess it goes beyond saying but this isn't meant to be a ship, it's just two kids who never got to experience childhood. Also forgot to mention it's not beta read, and English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

“Atsushiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” Dazai said, full of joy and emotion as he looked out the window. “Look at the snow! Isn’t it so beautiful?” He asked, gesturing towards the fluffy snowflakes falling outside the frosted glass.

Atsushi approached the window and looked through, noticing the ground around the agency, as well as the windowsills and ornamentation on the walls being gently covered with a thin layer of white. It was beautiful.

“I haven’t seen snow in a while…” he commented, his gaze softening and a small smile gracing his lips.

“Do you wanna go out and see the snow? I have a few ideas on how we could make the best of i-” Dazai was interrupted by a whack over the head from Kunikida, who used a heavy folder to kill Dazai’s ideas to go out and play. 

“Nonsense, you’re staying here.” Kunikida commented, his eyes narrowing at his companion.

“But Kunikidaaaaa!” Dazai whined. “I wanna-”

Another whack to the head shut him up immediately.

“No buts!” The blond man retorted firmly. “You always look for excuses to go out and avoid paperwork, leaving me with the whole load to myself! You’re doing paperwork and that’s final!” He commanded, and Dazai had no choice but to… whine and complain, which he did.

Atsushi observed the exchange between both companions and he rolled his eyes in slight amusement, before looking out the window once more, observing the light and fluffy snow falling to the ground.

Kunikida noticed Atsushi was looking out and, after letting out a heavy sigh, spoke up. “You can go out if you want, Atsushi, just make sure you finish everything you have to do before the end of the day.”

Atsushi tore his eyes away from the window and looked at Kunikida, surprise visible on his face.

“What?” Kunikida asked, arching an eyebrow and grunting, putting a folder down on his desk.

Atsushi chuckled and shook his head. “Nothing, thanks Kunikida.” he said, before getting up and walking out of the agency.

He walked down the stairs, his excitement palpable, and once he made it to the ground floor, he stumbled across Kyouka, who was coming back from an errand that she had been tasked with.

“Kyouka!” Atsushi exclaimed, approaching the young girl with a smile. “How was the errand?”

Kyouka looked up at him and nodded. “It was good.” she replied. “I got it done in time, but the weather started worsening and I just got back.”

Atsushi nodded in understanding, before grabbing his coat and draping it over his friend. “I’m glad it went well.”

Kyouka looked at him in confusion, but she didn’t refuse the coat. She was cold, after all, but what Atsushi asked right after made her dumbfounded.

“Want to look at the snow?” He offered, extending a hand out to her.

Kyouka seemed even more confused. Wasn’t he cold? And why would he want to look at the snow if he didn’t have a coat? “What?” she asked.

Atsushi chuckled a bit more. “I asked if you want to look at the snow! It’s been a while since I have seen it myself, and figured you’d like to look at it too.” He repeated his offer.

Kyouka nodded and walked alongside him, taking his hand in hers as they exited the front door and watched as the fluffy snowflakes covered the ground in white. People were out and about, coming back from shopping trips, playing in the snow, catching snowflakes, and doing many more things. Atsushi grabbed a handful of snow with his free hand and offered it to Kyouka. “Here, look at how it feels.”

Kyouka took the half melted snow into her hand and felt it, it was fluffy, obviously melting and cold. She was amused, how something so small like her hand could melt snow so quickly, and she watched as the cold droplets fell on the ground, which already had a few inches of snow and piling up. 

Atsushi observed her, before letting go of her hand. “Do you want to make mini snowmen?” he asked, squatting to grab some snow.

Kyouka nodded in delight, and copied Atsushi’s actions. 

After an hour or so, Kunikida exited the agency building, he was heading somewhere, but stopped in his tracks when he noticed Atsushi and Kyouka squatting right next to the agency’s building. He observed that they had made little snow sculptures, since the snow was not heavy enough to make snowmen the size of a person.

“What are you two doing?” he asked, looking closer at the little snow sculptures.

“The agency out of snow.” Kyouka replied, not looking at her superior and continuing.

Kunikida scanned the little sculptures, assuming the one with the chainsaw was Yosano, the one with the little hat was Kenji, the tall and short ones that were together were Fukuzawa and Ranpo, and so on. He stopped at one that clearly had glasses made out of twigs and a leaf on its “hand” was himself. He pointed at it. “Is that me?”

Kyouka nodded. “I made it myself.”

Kunikida adjusted his glasses and raised himself back up, hiding a smile with his hand, and once he composed himself, he walked away from the agency. “Remember to finish your paperwork like I asked.” he told his subordinates, as he walked away, and they watched him with a smile on their faces too.  @bsdecember

[mothsbrightflame]

holding hands with them!

synopsis! — what would holding hands with them be like? are the soft or calloused? warm or cold? accepting or begrudged?

✧ various!ada x gn!reader

warnings — these can be taken as either romantic or

platonic (but probably mostly romantic) ,

strictly platonic for both kenji & kyōka ,

fluff , brief mention of alcohol but nothing

crazy , fluff fluff tooth rotting fluff !!

words— 1,343 ( total ) , roughly 200 ( each )

note ; just an idea that hit me some time ago, idk why it took so long to write this lol. also some of these guys are def ooc so please ignore that, this was definitely self-indulgent

holding hands with atsushi is like having an awkward encounter with your crush in middle school.

don’t get me wrong, holding hands with atsushi is nothing short of sweet and endearing— he just lacks experience

palms sweaty, the weretiger exhibits hesitancy when he feels your own palm glide across his own

your hand is very warm, and inviting— which almost intimidates him. because of this, he settles for locking his fingers with your own ( maybe he’ll work up the courage to fully hold hands with you , one day )

sometimes, after a job well done, and the sun is settling behind the sky scrapers of yokohama city, he’s daring enough to intertwine pinkies with you as you traverse the sidewalks back to the office

oddly enough, whenever evening walks like this happen, you two always take the long way back

however, holding hands with dazai is like the burn of alcohol— you shouldn’t have it, but god does it feel so good.

whenever you hold hands with dazai, he doesn’t shy from it— normally

if he feels the slight twitch of your hand against his, a pinky brushing across his knuckles, he wastes no time in lacing his hand with yours. a cheeky grin plastered across his features

sometimes, he’ll put on a facade of being flustered, or shy, at your “bold gesture”— typical antics of osamu dazai

sometimes, when the sun is low and the office is quiet, and your hand just so happens to be resting upon the desk top; not occupied by a pen— you’ll feel dazai’s slightly chilled, and oddly soft, hand glide across the top of your hand and lace his fingers within your own

holding hands with dazai isn’t an action you can frequent with him often, however— he’s selective. however, the brush of his thumb across you cracked knuckles, or the way he seems to linger just a moment longer when it comes to you, doesn’t go unnoticed

holding hands with kunikida is fleeting. hardly ever lingering when it comes to him.

holding hands with kunikida is few and far between, rarely doing it for selfish desires

it could be a large palm splayed across your back, to push or pull you away from something. the gentle grace of his fingers across your knuckles to gain your attention

kunikida touches you, let alone holds your hand, to protect you. never to express gratitude or affection towards you

however, when the sun has dipped, and the office has become barren, you two will traverse down to cafe downstairs— which is shockingly still open

you’ll take a place beside him, beverages before you two, as he takes your hand in his underneath the table. dragging his nails along your palm to draw shapes into it, tracing the lines

holding hands with yosano is a chore, to put it frank. it leaves your head spinning and wanting more

yosano will hold your hand when she wants something, delicately grasping it as she places feather light kisses along your finger tips

you also can’t help but notice that her hands are oddly calloused, however you don’t expect less from the doctor

yosano surprisingly has lots of time on her hands, evident in the way she wrap her fingers around your wrist and demand you join her on one of her many shopping trips

and, over time, you’ve become her main partner in crime

normally, she would have whomever has joined her hold all her bags, but you noticed she’s started to hold more of her own stuff. taking your hand in hers and shoving it into the pocket of her uniform

holding hands with ranpo is… sticky? in feeling, but childish in nature

to be clear, yes; you do have to hold his hand like a child whenever you venture out in public with him— he’s very prone to getting lost or wandering

he swears up and down he washed his hands after chowing away at whatever sweets he provided for himself, however, when he reaches across his desk, fingers grabbing for yours— you highly doubt it

with ranpo’s complex, he definitely viewed himself on a different plane, and didn’t think he would succumb to the need of having or wanting to hold your hand

he’s oddly giddy, maybe even sheepish or curious when he feels you hesitantly meet his own hand. tapping his fingers along your knuckles

however, his favorite time to hold your hand is when a light drizzle overtakes yokohama on your way home from a job well done. and despite the chill from the rain, and being sopping wet when you get back, he’s at his happiest (and therefore warmest) when your hand is locked with his— swinging your arms ever so slightly

if holding hands with atsushi is like being in middle school, than holding hands with jun’ichirō is like a high school romance

honestly, nervous is an understatement whenever he feels your hand gesturing to him, or the slight grace of your fingertips across his knuckles— he knows you want to hold his hand, and honestly he’s petrified

being a member of the ADA doesn’t exactly leave room open for exploration of romantic relationships, to when’s he presented with this opportunity (you) he wants to seize it, and go by right by it

if the office isn’t busy, than he’ll link pinkies with you under the desk— you’ve convinced him it helps you work better

much like kunikida, he’ll use his hands to gain your attention on something. giving a tug at your sleeve to bring your attention to something, or maybe even wrap a hand around your wrist

however, his favorite time to hold your hand is when you come over to his place to hang out with him. seated before the little box TV, playing some stupid rom-com, his hand is completely wrapped around yours, tucked underneath the blanket as you lay your head against his shoulder

holding hands with kenji is like a whirlwind— honestly, who knew he was so excitable?

kenji was like the little brother you never got to have, and so you relished in moments like this

you let him snag hold of your shirt sleeve, or index finger, to drag you along the mall court. and sure, he was damn near pulling your finger out of its socket, but the stars in his eyes made it forgivable

he also likes to compare your guy’s hands— like a lot. he’s younger than you, so the fact that his hands are only slight larger than yours, and more calloused, fascinates him

kenji will never not pass up the opportunity to hold hands with you, he adores the security and platonic love you give him whenever you do— ruffling his hair affectionately, older sibling-like teasing

in a way, kenji feels like he’s always protecting everyone else— because of his inhumane super strength. so the reverse in roles, to be protected by you, is a nice change in pace

holding hands with kyōka is, interesting, to say the least. but never uncomfortable

one could argue that kyōka has only known violence all her life, a fear that was only concocted more in her instincts within her time spent in the port mafia

so when your hand around hers is gentle, soft, and warm— she doesn’t know what to do with herself

the first time you held her hand was when she tried to cross the street and you held her back. leaving her stunned as you scolded her for being so reckless (I guess gentle touches and being worried over were two new things she learned that day)

after that, she made it a mission of sorts to feel your hand hold hers in such a gentle manner, but was unsure of how to go about it

kyōka doesn’t exactly hold your hand, mostly cling to your clothes or your sleeves or pant-leg whenever you’re talking to someone, or standing around. it’s not exactly hand holding, but you find it endearing nonetheless. you’ll work up to it one day.

© 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙨𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 , 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 , 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 !

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BSD characters as parents PT2

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A.n: it's updated now as well with pt1 and pt3!! Images from BSD manga

Okay here's the part 2, cause this fandom is hungry for fluff and happiness-

(This is kinda long- so only two characters for today)

Characters: Akutagawa and Atsushi

Warnings: PTSD mentioned, k!lling mentioned, please dni if you are uncomfortable by these mentioned warnings.

Akutagawa:

Marriage or not? Both is possible with this man (and every other Mafia member, cause yk-)

If it's not from a marriage, there's a chance he wouldn't care at first but then his neglected self would push him to take care of the baby. If it's from a marriage, he would love the baby from the start.

Akutagawa would also be scared to accidentally harm his child. If his child is a boy, he can be a little more serious with him. He would remind him himself tbh. But not too serious, he wants them to be strong and not be harm by others, he would see himself in his son and he would a bit more carefull to not to neglect him. If it's a girl, he would still be serious with them, but a bit less then if child was a boy, I think if the child was a girl, she would remind him of Gin and he couldn't be too serious with her.

He would constantly praise them for the things they done: did the child finish their food? That's his good girl/boy, did they draw something and showed him? That's the best drawing he seen till now. He would say how proud he is of them.

He would be scared to disappoint or neglect his child, he don't want to be like Dazai (I think I remember it canon that Akutagawa hates Dazai but still wants his approval. I hope I didn't understand this part wrong and everyone understand this)

Not to say He probably has a good amount of money at the side, he can treat his child like a prince/princess.

Aunt Gin? She is the caring and loving aunt there. I see, she would be like the child's big sister. The number one play friend and babysitter. She even let them put make up on her.

Higuchi adores the child. She is ready to take them everywhere if they want, they want to see their papa? Higuchi would bring them to Akutagawa in an instant. She is their one of the first play friends and also their babysitter if Gin's not there.

Dazai would be happy to see that Akutagawa isn't following his path, I can see he would protect Akutagawa's child from afar.

When Atsushi learn about the child he is also their play friend with Kyouka. Atsushi also try to harm Akutagawa less in fights, he don't want to make the child sad by how hurt Akutagawa was.

I saw in mayoi cards that his ability sometimes acts on its own? Let's count this as canon, then his ability is the biggest fan of the child. It's like a golden retriever near the child. It's their biggest guardian and protector yet also their first ever friend. Even Akutagawa would be shocked how his ability adored his child he won't admit but his lips curled upwards when he first saw his ability nuzzling to his child for pets and hugs

He wouldn't want his child to get hurt so, he would want them in good side. But he won't be too disappointed if they end up in Mafia as well.

He is in a dilemma with that point..

He both wants them near him and don't, he wants them near him cause that way he can be sure to protect them. But he also doesn't wants them near him cause it would cause them to get targeted by many people and could use harm..

Overall he is protective yet proud fathers who gives the praise and care he didn't get to his child..

Atsushi:

Its from either from a Marriage or he adopted an orphan left to his door/he found in streets. He probably doesn't like one time things and won't do anything like that

He would be always on his toes to not to hurt the child, Kyouka, Dazai, and Kunikida would be the ones who assure him that he won't hurt the child and that he is a good father.

He would be the most gentle among any character in BSD. He has PTSD (or c-ptsd, I hope I spelled this right) so he is scared he might done anything to harm his child.

It doesn't matter the gender, he is the careful and gentle dad type.

He doesn't want to be seen in his ability by his child. He would have nightmares about how he lost control and attack his child or harm them. First Kyouka would comfort him then Dazai and Kunikida would be the ones that reassure him

He just needs some comfort and reassurance, he thought he was useless, doesn't deserve things, and always blamed himself. He even thought he couldn't take care of the child at one point

Not to mention he would use his money to give Kyouka better childhood and make his child happy, yet he would start saving money as well by Kunikida's advices for his child's future

Kyouka is the play friend and always near his child while Kenji is with them as well, he trusts Kyouka with his child and she is very happy inside for that, Kyouka would also be their big sister and kenji would have a big brother like relationship with Atsushi's child. Dazai is the happy uncle who like to play with the child. Dazai, like in Akutagawa's part, protect Atsushi's child in secret

Kunikida is the responsibile uncle, who babysits the child alongside with Kyouka and Kenji. He would take Kenji, Kyouka and Atsushi's child to eat tike to time.

When Akutagawa learns about Atsushi's child, he sometimes ends fights early. He would also try to harm Atsushi less, and if he meet with the child one day? Let's imagine the child got lost in crowd (not like Kyouka or others let that happen) and he accidentally bump into them. He wouldn't know what to do at first, he would try to comfort the child if they are crying then place them on his shoulders and look for jinko. He wouldn't show it but he was kinda scared about hurting the child and regardless of the gender, the child remind him of his sister.

Atsushi wants his child be in good side no matter what, he doesn't want them to get in harm's way or harm people.

He would be very proud of them and maybe even cry if his child decided to save people like others in ADA. He was still scared inside but his pride came up more-. If his child decides to get on the bad side: He honestly would blame himself mostly if his child decide to get involved with mafia. He would felt like he failed them and failed as a father. He would feel useless again.

Overall he wants his child to be safe and happy no matter what while he didn't had good examples in his past, he rises them to be like people in ADA: kind, helpful, caring and most importantly.. a good person...

A.N: that's characters for today!

[tacky-optic]

Had a question about who our favorite Zenigata partner is in a server I'm in and now I can't stop thinking about them. Tis the zaza sickness.

anyway here's literally all of the characters Zenigata's been partnered with that i could find (within reason). if anyone wants to elaborate on any of these guys (cough yata cough) please feel free to go absolutely ham. *(obligatory spoiler warning for a whole lotta lupin specials, waow-- notably zenigata keibu since that's probably the most unwatched of everything i cover. but if youre here im guessing youre as unfortunately well-versed as i am so LETS FRIGGIN GET INTO IT)

Starting off nice n' mellow. I'm pretty neutral on Yata, tbh. I just think he's neat and it's easy enough to write him and not much else. I've rambled about him being a stand-in for the viewer before, but overall i just don't have all that many thoughts on the guy (seriously someone please do yata). ironic considering he's hands-down the most prevalent sidekick to date, but alas. head remains empty.

MARIYA. Mariya my girlie oh how i love thee. finally, someone with a Gimmick on par with Mr. my-sword-can-cut-anything. Plus she's super sweet and smart and sharp and just an all-around endearing character. AND SHE'S DIFFERENT!! she's tagging along with Zenigata of her OWN FREE WILL like gurl what are you THINKING. there isn't a shred of coherent interview material to draw from this man, especially about Lupin. The dynamic they end up developing is on point, though!! Zenigata's initial total miscall of it aside, It's just plain ol' wholesome. If Yata's his surrogate son than Mariya's obviously his daughter. No shot in hell they don't at least keep in contact after the special's done. plus her snapping a pic of him every time he eats shit is peak comedy journalism

MOTHAFUCKIN' MELON COP!! an absolutely magical reefer-smokin' shitbag, especially in the edgy Tokyopop translation. He's a great foil to our otherwise serious(ly neurotic) manga Zenigata. Not to mention the combative potential with a down the line Melon.... ough. A more toned-down "newer part"-esque Zeni getting slapped with an extremely smug and insistent reminder of his angstlord past is such a delicious concept to me. i will be using this guy extensively in that exact way one of these days-- he's too fun not to.

a bit of a sidenote but i've gotta point fingers at gray jacket again (can't recommend it enough) for having my favorite melon depiction in fic; walther recently had him show up in their fic secondhand vanity as well (which i also can't recommend enough), so needless to say i think he has some fun potential.

Sakuraba and Kunikida from the live-action show get honorable mentions, obviously. They're both so different yet learn so much from Zenigata all the same. As far as reacting to the inspector goes, they're the ideal Yatas (again i am so so sorry yata-- surely someone will do you justice). Even though they aren't technically "new" to the force they're new to the Zenigata Shenanigans, and that is where the entertainment factor is. Sakuraba's the traditionalist keibu method-doubter whereas Kunikida's this mousey blue around the gills fella, and over their respective case file appearances, they both gain faith in/learn confidence from Zenigata, respectively. It really is a great bit of development to watch play out.

I'm gonna count The Guys™️ as a collective group/formless mass with maybe one of the Guyest of Guys as Zenigata's right hand Guy, like that one dude in Cagliostro. Apparently the name he's given in one of the dubs is Sam?? That's neat. Sam's neat. for anyone interested in some homework, here's the link to the highly informative lupin forum thread i found that out from: [x]

But yeah the Guys! Right from the start, Zenigata having this army of inexplicably and absurdly loyal cops was always a fun trope and i love to see 'em whenever they show up. I had this idea ages ago for this fake documentary-style miniseries based around them-- all the usual Lupin nonsense goes on in the background while we get a peek at the typically unseen shenanigans happening on the law-bearing side. Getting assigned to the lupin taskforce is probably seen as some kind of punishment, but that just makes the camaraderie all the more tight-knit. There'd be some behind-the-scenes Zenigata/how he interacts with them, what they get up to on their own whack case assignments when they're in a Lupin sighting lull.... hell maybe we even learn why they're all so damn loyal to this one supposedly hyper-independent guy. I think it'd be fun but maybe that's just the Zenigata hopeful in me. Surely he's capable of building some semblance of rapport with the fine group of folks he drags around the world with him....

Let's just rip the band-aid off-- I dislike Oscar with a burning passion. which is weird, right? because i like Melon Cop, the dude who's totally cool with straight-up cold-blooded judge/jury/executioner-style murder. I dunno dude the obsessive daddy kink simping's just too feckin' weird for me. i checked the hell out so fast. If the goal was to make Oscar extremely disquieting, they friggin' did it. Granted he was written to be a bit whack from the start, and getting raised(?)/mentored by THAT Zenigata would irreversibly mess anyone up. I get that the fucked up-ness is part of the appeal, but man. How anyone can gravitate towards Oscar without heavily modifying his whole deal escapes me.

I've seen him written tolerably in fic maybe... twice? He's in gray jacket (there it is again!) and SMRO (needs no introduction nor explanation), so obligatory kudos to anyone who can wrangle [gestures vaguely at all of that].

Vicky though. Vicky Flannigan from Island of Assassins is so goddamn funny. Still can't believe they took one of the most badass Zenigata character designs and actively went out of their way to make him bedridden. I've seen folks call him "Proto-Yata" and. Yeah. Can't argue. He's a glorified babysitter, if anything, and the only reason he's even remotely effective is because he (accidentally) broke both of Zenigata's legs. Funniest shit istg

ICPO LADIES!!! They're cute. Designs could be better but it's Babylon yknow. Despite being an admittedly fun romp, the special has its obvious.... uh. issues. product of its time and all that. iykyk. anyway LADIES. They're competent. They take No Shit from Zenigata. The random little crush that comes out of nowhere between Chinjao and Goemon is cute as hell. Plus, I've seen some pretty rockin' fandom redesigns floating around.... wouldn't mind in the slightest if they made a comeback.

I'm gonna lump all of the Betrayers into one category: Emily O'Brien from Angel Tactics, Kazami from Fuma Conspiracy, and Terry Crown from Alcatraz Connection. Never expected the "Zenigata's partner is the bad guy!!1" trope would be so prevalent, but it tracks in retrospect. It's a neat enough idea-- bummer they never seemed to nail it down, though.

The only reason O'Brien is so predictable is because she's so goddamn unlikable. There's hardly any screentime of them working together and in every single scene, the incompetency just feels so blatantly intentional its almost offensive lmao. Zero surprise in the slightest when she showed her true colors-- just mild annoyance, which tracks for the whole special tbh. Only worthwhile parts are the beginning and the end, and absolutely none of that has anything to to with O'Brien.

Kazami just has that chump secondary villain face y'know. Again, a bit on the nose how obnoxiously dorkish he is-- but them playing up him putting on his glasses so Fujiko can recognize him got a little laugh outta me, ngl. He served his purpose, plain and simple.

I'll never know whether Crown was predictable or not because I stumbled across ""Evil Columbo"" before I watched Alcatraz, but despite the spoiler I can at least say he isn't lame as shit. Pre-reveal, he's probably the closest we'll get to a taste of what Melon might be like in modern Lupin media. He's your run-of-the-mill corrupt sleazebag detective-- steals evidence, generally doesn't give a fuck, takes cheap jabs at Zenigata-- but their final standoff is what puts him above Kazami for me. Just a real melodramatic overdramatic moment of Zenigata Zenigata-ing his heart out.

Welcome to the ELDERLY MEN CATEGORY, OORAH. The old guy from Twilight Gemini, Kogoro Akechi from the pilot, and George McFly from First Contact. I could track down Gemini old guy's name, but I hand-to-god couldn't care less. The only worth a damn thing Gemini's given me is that one jigzeni screenshot, so we're just gonna move on to the next two.

Not much of Akechi, huh. He only shows up in the pilot and doesn't do anything of note besides be someone for Lupin to disguise himself as. Dare i say Goemon was a more effective ally to Zenigata than Akechi...? yeah sure, why not. Goemon's a zeni sidekick. i'll die on that hill. anyway I believe he's also a reference to a pre-existing character...? like Lupin, Goemon, and Zenigata are. All in all its probably for the best that he didn't make it to part 1.

Finally, the only old guy that actually has aspects to talk about. I actually really like McFly and the role he plays in First Contact; it isn't Zenigata learning from whoever his partner may be, but McFly learning from Zenigata. He's a jaded, on-the-verge-of-retirement type that thinks he's seen all the force has to offer, but here comes this young (is he considered "young" in this?? early, maybe) freak-ass foreigner cop with a vendetta he's practically frothing at the mouth to rectify. Neither of them are exactly enthused to be working together, but McFly sticks around anyway and learns to see past a lot of Zenigata's first impression baggage; the tenacity, the passion, the genuineness of it all. Not only does he want to make real change, but the crazy bastard can actually friggin' do it. ...Or at the very least make a sizable dent.

Zenigata sincerely adheres to the idea of what a cop's supposed to be, fundamentally, and not what a "cop" actually is, as a vague collective occupational concept. Zenigata has a genuine effect on McFly-- enough to make him just the slightest bit less soured by the end of it all. It's a nice sentiment; that no matter where you are in life, ideas can still change. It's a small arc that flies beneath the radar of everything else, but i noticed it. I FRIGGIN' NOTICED IT, MAN

tl;dr Zenigata's a lonely guy, sure, but he doesn't have to be.

That should cover all of the significant parts/specials/movies, but if i missed anyone (any notable episodes? manga?) lemme know. Either way, it's nice finally having 'em all in one place.

[spiritedscorpio]

hello!! I hope you're having a good morning/afternoon/evening!! May I request Fukuzawa Yukichi with a gn!s/o who's just a really sleepy person. Like if they're not working or training they're often seen napping somewhere. If you can, can they also be a sword-wielder like him? Thank you!! Feel free to delete this if you want to!

Sleepy

Pairing: Fukuzawa Yukichi x gn! sleepy reader A/n: Hi! I really like your idea and I hope you're having a good day as well <3

Two years ago you were part of a spy organization, and were one of the higher ups. Many people can be easily deceived so with your sweet and innocent appearance, you could easily get the jump on enemies and get their information. You didn't have an ability however you were skilled with a kodachi which was useful in being discrete since it prevented you from engaging in wide range battles that no doubt would draw attention.

Everything was fine until a few months ago when you were framed as a rat in the organization and ordered to be executed. Your superior approached you when you were alone and him having an ability, gave him the upper hand. By the end of the fight you had taken a lot of damage and were left on the ground to bleed out to death. Lucky for you, a certain silver haired boy came by and couldn't resist saving you. He brought you to the agency and had Yosano treat you.

When you woke up you were bombarded by Dazai's rambling and questions, not even giving you a chance to respond. Once he noticed this, Fukuzawa told him to let you rest. He left as well however before going he left you with water and a book in case you got bored. He returned a few hours later and asked you about yourself and what had just happened. Since you were out of work and the agency could always use more members that specialize in combat, he offered you a position. You hesitantly accepted since you would likely be targeted again if you went off on your own however didn't know what it would be like working there.

It turned out that the job was actually enjoyable, the pay was good and the people there were... interesting to say the least. They all had there own distinct personalities and you found that you got along well with everyone, especially the president. You both used swords so he would frequently spar against you since it would be good practice for him and you could learn how to hold your own better in more intense battles, especially those that were over larger areas. He was actually a bit surprised at how good you were and even suggested that you spar more often. You didn't need all the extra practice-- he just enjoyed being around you and wasn't sure how to spend time with you outside of a work setting. Later that day he found a stack of paperwork on your desk that you still hadn't attended to and you were nowhere to be found.

"Have you seen y/n?" Fukuzawa asked.

“Uh, yes” Kunikida looked up from his computer. “I believe they were on the couch a while ago”

He went to the lounging area and found you curled up and sound asleep. “They’re probably just tired from all the extra training” he thought to himself.

Because of that and the fact that you looked so peaceful, he decided to let you sleep. An hour or so later you woke up and immediately remembered that you didn’t finish the paperwork. You scrambled back to your desk and got to work, refusing to stop until you were done. When the evening rolled around, all the other agency members had left and you were just about finished.

“You’re still here?” Fukuzawa asked you as he was leaving the building.

“Yeah, I promised I would get this done for you earlier so I wanted to get it done as soon as possible”

“Don’t worry about it, you’re clearly overworking yourself since you fell asleep earlier”

“I know but I just need to get one more thing-“ he cut you off by placing his hand on yours. “Y/n you’ve already been doing outstanding work here”

“Thank you!” You smiled up at him.

“And since you’ve been working so hard I was wondering if you’d like to go see the cherry blossoms... with me”

“Like a date?” You asked bluntly so you wouldn’t get your expectations up for no reason.

He paused for a moment. “Yes... if you’re okay with that please don't feel pressured”

“I’d love to! How about tomorrow after work?”

“Yes that works” he said in his usual tone however you noticed a faint shade of pink on his cheeks”

When your date came around you were lucky enough to have the area pretty uncrowded. Once you sat down, there was a brief period of silence before you began talking about work and life in general. Since there were few people around it was quiet and that combined with the approaching darkness of the night was lulling you to sleep. Fukuzawa was talking so you tried your best to stay awake but eventually you fell asleep.

He didn’t notice right away. “Yes so I’ve always loved cherry blossoms. My mother actually-“ He was interrupted by your head falling forward and onto his shoulder, waking you up.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I promise your not boring at all!” You went on and on, hoping he’d believe you. “It’s just really relaxing here and your voice is too so I just fell asleep”

“Are you alright? Have you been getting enough rest?” He seemed more concerned about your health than anything.

“Yeah for the most part! I’ve always been like this, I used to fall asleep all the time back when I was in school” You sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck.

“Well it’s nice to know you’re actually enjoying yourself”

“I still feel bad so how about...” You paused to think. “How about we meet at our usual cafe before work tomorrow? My treat”

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to bother”

You waved your hands as an act to dismiss his concern. “It’s not a bother, I want to hang out with you more!

“Well in that case I’d love to”

Soon you decided to leave since it was getting late however he still walked you to your apartment. “Sorry for the whole sleep thing again” You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“N-no worries” He said, slightly flustered.

You said your goodbyes and you headed into your apartment, going to bed as soon as you could. The next morning you put a little more effort into your appearance than normal, you made sure your hair was absolutely perfect and you wore the clothes you thought you looked the best in. When you arrived at the café he wasn’t there yet since you headed there extra earlier. He promptly arrived at 8 am, the time you agreed upon. In order to grab his attention you raised your hand and waved.

He quickly saw you and sat down across from you. “Hello y/n, I hope I didn’t keep you too long”

“Don’t worry I just got here, besides I didn’t want to keep you waiting”

He took a moment to look at the menu before looking back at you. “You look very nice today”

“Thanks” you muttered quietly. “You do too, as usual” You internally face-palmed at your comment.

An awkward silence fell over you but it was broken when the barista came to your table. “Hi, what can I get you two?”

“I’ll have a cappuccino” You looked over at the grey-haired male.

“Just a cup of coffee, black please”

“Very good, I’ll get your drinks to you shortly” she said before walking away from your table.

In no more than 5 minutes, you received your drinks and began chatting. You ended up talking a lot about your weapons, since they were pretty similar. Despite his usual stern expression, you quickly learned that he was very sweet and kind. You left the café about half an hour later and walked to the agency together.

Fukuzawa cleared his throat before speaking. “Um y/n I’ve really enjoyed the time we’ve spent together and you’re truly a great positive influence on both myself and the agency so I was wondering if...” You looked up at him with a slightly confused expression on your face. “You’d be my partner” He continued, holding his breath as he waited for your response.

“Of course I will!” You exclaimed as you hugged his side, a warm smile spreading on his face.

The two of you had been dating for about a year now and everything was going great. He was incredibly respectful and caring, never pushing any boundaries. Something he quickly learned when you starting dating was that you really were telling the truth when you said you’re naturally really sleepy. There were several times where he found you asleep at your desk or randomly throughout the day when you came over to his apartment. Since you still managed to get things done on time he never reprimanded your behavior, especially since a few of the other members were no better at times. After noticing that you regularly fell asleep around noon, Dazai decided to pull a prank on you. He grabbed a marker and quietly walked up to you before lightly drawing on your face, trying not to wake you.

“What are you doing now?” Atsushi asked worriedly.

Kunikida angrily typed away at his computer. “Not doing his work, that’s for damn sure”

“Aw c’mon! Is it fair that they get to sleep while we have to work?” He continued to draw on your face, dismissing the others concern.

“The president doesn’t mind so let them be” Atsushi sighed, returning his attention back to his work.

The brunette drew an animal nose on you as well as a weird pair of eyebrows. You remained asleep while he did this until Ranpo busted through the door. “I’m back!” He shouted, likely returning from picking up snacks.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked while in a tired state when you saw a marker in your face.

“Oh nothing...” he trailed off, moving back to his desk space.

You grabbed your phone and used it to look at yourself. “Ugh, you’re such a jerk” You groaned as you went to wash your face.

“Hey, at least it’s non-toxic” Dazai said between laughs. His unnecessarily loud laughter caused another argument between him and Kunikida, drawing the attention of the president. “What’s going on out here?”

“Dazai drew on me while I was sleeping!” You complained when you returned, drying your face off with a towel”

“Come with me, you can nap in my office” He extended his arm towards you, gesturing for you to follow him”

“Hah!” You stuck your tongue out at the brunette, a rather childish action despite you being older than him.

He slumped in his chair, muttering “Teachers pet”

You forced yourself to do a little extra work before giving into your tiredness to show that you appreciated your partners gesture. Eventually you curled up on the couch in his office and drifted off to sleep. When he finished answering some emails, he went to sit down next to you. He gently ran his fingers through your hair and a smile spread across your face as you unconsciously leaned into the touch. The sight was quite pleasing to him as your behavior reminded him of a cat which he found adorable. He soon left your side to get his laptop so he could continue to sit with you.

Even though you weren’t awake, you couldn’t be happier. You had found an amazing boyfriend and job as well. Your work was actually enjoyable now and better for your body. Your previous boss didn’t tolerate your napping at all so you had to be drinking coffee and energy drinks constantly. Since you would nap so much during the day, you often had to catch up on a few things late at night so Fukuzawa often told you to rest, wanting you to be as healthy as possible. He himself was extremely grateful for you as well. Due to his age he wasn’t very hopeful when it came to romance. It seemed that your stars aligned or something— regardless of what it was, you thanked your lucky stars that you met each other.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

here you go beloved ilyyyy <3

"you need to take care of yourself." + yosano & kunikida

"you don't talk much." + kyouka & elise

"why are you asking for my help?" + tachihara & kenji

"your facial features are in all the right places." + steincraft

we can ignore how this is, like, four months late lol anyways ilyyy, thank you for the silly prompts <333

"you need to take care of yourself." + yosano & kunikida

“you need to take care of yourself.”

yosano snorts, popping the last of the rice ball kenji managed to grab in her mouth. she doesn’t bite into it, she lets it slowly dissolve, savouring every bit of the flavour. who knows when the next time she’ll get to eat is? “doing my best.”

kunikida hums, shuffling his position against the tree. “you’ve done a lot of healing today.”

“yup.”

and now kunikida sighs, dragging a hand down his face. “you can’t take care of other people if you don’t take care of yourself.”

her fists clench in her lap. “i know that.” she glances around the clearing where kenji, kyouka, and jun’ichirou are asleep. both kenji and kyouka are using one of jun’ichirou’s thighs as a pillow, and he has his arms draped over them.

it’s sweet how he can’t stop being a big brother, even in sleep.

“they’re just kids, kunikida.”

“i know.”

her gaze flits to him. “you’re just a kid.”

he is. and so are dazai and atsushi and naomi and haruno. she, fukuzawa, and ranpo are the only full fledged adults at the agency.

twenty-two isn’t very old. she would know, she was twenty-two once.

it’s only been three years since she was, yet it feels like an eternity has passed. she is not the same person she was when she was twenty-two.

-

"you don't talk much." + kyouka & elise

“you don’t talk much.”

Kyouka blinks at her, slowly.

Elise huffs and stomps her foot, turning to Tachihara. “Why isn’t she talking?”

“Uhhhh…it’s, uh, kind of complicated?” Tachihara stumbles through his words, keeping his eyes trained on Elise. He doesn’t like looking at Kyouka. It just makes him sad. Isn’t she the kind of person Tachihara swore to protect as a Hunting Dog?

But Elise is unrelenting.

“Complicated how?”

Tachihara wishes he were anywhere but here, doing anything but babysitting. Why is it always him? “She’s kinda… not really supposed to talk much, I guess? Like, she’ll get in trouble if she talks a lot.”

Ugh, the more he speaks, the more he wants to bash his head against the wall.

Elise hums, giving Kyouka a once over.

“But she’s the only person here around my age other than Q, and I’m not allowed anywhere near them!”

She dons her invisible tiara and points at Kyouka. “I demand you talk to me!”

Again, Kyouka just blinks.

Elise practically has steam coming from her ears, and he knows that, if he doesn’t redirect this conversation now, Elise will throw a tantrum, and it will be his fault.

“Hey, uh, why don’t you show her what we came here to do?”

Elise perks up instantly. “Okay, Kyouka-chan. I wanted to color but Tachi-san is bad at it!” She ignores his indignant squawk and takes a bag of colored pens and a notebook out of her bag. She tears a couple pages out of the notebook and passes them to Kyouka through the bars of her cell.

It takes a couple seconds for Kyouka to realize they’re actually for her, that it isn’t some kind of a trick.

A shaky, timid hand grasps the papers tightly, crinkling the edges.

She stares at the paper with wide eyes and only looks up when Elise pokes her with some of the pens. The edges of her lips twitch faintly, and Tachihara is sure that’s the closest she’s come to smiling while being with the mafia.

As Tachihara reaches for a paper, Elise slaps his hand away. “Tachi-san! I have a new drawing partner! Now sit still!” She turns to Kyouka who appears to be watching with bated breath. “Let’s play dress-up with Tachi-san. We’re gonna draw him, but in silly costumes because he doesn’t know how to dress himself.”

“Hey!” His pride takes a hit as he realizes it's hard not to be offended by a children’s fashion critiques.

He’s about to respond with something kind of snarky but not so snarky that Elise tells Mori and he gets on his a.ss when he hears it.

A soft, barely audible giggle.

He and Elise simultaneously whip their heads around to Kyouka, who has already begun drawing.

Holy s.hit—that was a real giggle.

Elise instantly gets down to business and begins furiously scribbling on the paper, but Tachihara is still looking at Kyouka.

Her normally dark, tired eyes seem a bit brighter. They even crinkle at the edges! She still isn’t fully smiling, but her lips are the slightest bit wider than just a minute ago.

-

"why are you asking for my help?" + tachihara & kenji

“why are you asking for my help?”

kenji grins up at him with irritating happiness oozing out of him. “cause you and nii-san are really good friends!”

tachihara raises a brow. “you’re older brother? what, back at your farm?”

kenji just giggles. “no! jun! he said that i could call him nii-san!”

oh, jun’ichirou. tachihara stifles a snort. really good friends, that’s funny. the best way to describe someone he makes out with on a daily basis. “okay,” he drawls, “so what do you want me to do, exactly?”

“well, nii-san’s birthday is next week, and nee-chan wants to throw him a party, so we need someone to distract him.”

ah, ‘nee-chan’ must be naomi.

“she said you could come to the party, too, but only if you help, and that it would make nii-san really happy.”

kenji stared at him with big eyes and the most genuine smile tachihara’s ever seen. jeez, they really went all out, sending the kid to ask him. the stupid agency, thinking he wouldn’t do it.

he pretends to think about it for a minute, pursing his lips and staring off in the distance. finally, he shrugs. “i guess i can do it,” he sighs, “but only ‘cause you asked so nicely.”

“oh, thank you!” kenji leaps forward and wraps tachihara up in a really tight hug.

yeesh, he forgot the kid with the super strength was the hugger.

-

"your facial features are in all the right places." + steincraft

lovecraft plops their hands on john’s face and squeezes his cheeks. “your facial features,” they breathe, the words slurring together a little, like they’re out of breath (they aren’t—they’re just really tired), “are in all the right places.”

they squish him a little more because it’s cute and john’s smiling beneath his puffed-out lips. they lean forward, still squishing, and knock their forehead against john’s. “pretty…” they mumble.

john wraps his arms around their neck, twirling their hair with his pinky. it’s a nice feeling. very soothing. very sleep-inducing. lovecraft nestles closer, practically inhaling john’s hair.

“thanks, babe,” john giggles, but it comes out more like nonsense than actual words. “yours are, too.”

lovecraft doesn’t feel like moving their arms from john’s face, so they let their tentacles loose use them to hug him back.

“i’m… ‘m like you.”

john’s head vibrates a little as they mumble. it’s a funny sensation, kinda tingly, but they like it.

they think john tries to say it back, but everything that comes out of his mouth is indecipherable at this point, so they just kinda lean into john until they both collapse and they can fall asleep on the ground together.

[aghost-writer]

Between Pages

Chapter 5

This is a Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x Female Reader Fic!

MDNI!!

The agency office was unusually quiet that morning as Y/N wandered in, uncertain of her purpose there but oddly drawn back to its chaotic warmth. She didn’t know if it was the lingering curiosity or the strange comfort that had seeped into her heart after yesterday’s events. Either way, she couldn’t deny the small thrill that twisted through her as she glanced around the room, her eyes landing on Dazai lying casually across the couch.

Before she could say a word, he noticed her and reached out with a lazy smile, patting the space beside him. She hesitated, but with a small shrug, she walked over and sat beside him. In one smooth, graceful motion, Dazai slid down so his head rested comfortably in her lap, his eyes glinting up at her with that familiar mischievous light.

“You’ve finally come back to me, my dear belladonna,” he sighed dramatically, clutching his hand to his chest. “I have finally found a reason to live!”

Y/N blinked down at him, suppressing the smile that tugged at her lips. “Oh? And what exactly might that reason be?”

His face softened, though the mischief never left his eyes. “Did I say ‘to live’? No, I have found the reason I am still alive!” He paused for effect, his eyes locking onto hers with intense sincerity. “I’ve lived to this day, so I could commit double suicide together with you.”

She rolled her eyes, a small chuckle escaping her. “Dazai, if you want to do that, you’re going to have to do it alone.”

He gasped, pressing a hand to his heart in mock horror. “Double suicide can’t be done alone! That defeats the purpose, you know.”

Before she could answer, the waitress walked by, raising an eyebrow at Dazai. “By the way, Mr. Dazai, how’s your life insurance coverage? Is it up to date?”

Dazai straightened up slightly, the lazy glint in his eyes sharpening with sudden curiosity. “I’ll tell you anything! But why ask about that?”

The waitress leaned in, her tone saccharine sweet. “Oh, let me tell you why… You’ve racked up quite a tab. It must be paid back. A good insurance policy would do just that.”

Dazai grinned, unphased. “Ah, your vitality is so blinding. I can’t think straight!”

“Ah,” Y/N chimed in, raising a playful brow. “So you’re one of those types who avoid paying for things by playing dead?”

Dazai shrugged, his smile widening. “One must survive somehow, my dear.” He turned back to the waitress, adopting a pleading expression. “Your decisiveness is even more blinding than your vitality!”

Y/N just shook her head, amusement flickering through her as Dazai continued to deflect any suggestion of responsibility, his antics drawing laughter and eye rolls from the others. She couldn’t help but feel an odd sense of belonging amidst the lively exchange, a warmth growing in her chest that was as unfamiliar as it was exhilarating.

But that feeling was shattered when a sharp noise cut through the agency’s peaceful morning—a heavy knock on the door that turned into a forceful bang. The office stilled, everyone’s attention snapping toward the entrance.

Without warning, the door flew open, and in strode a group of figures dressed in black. Their presence was ominous, their faces impassive as they stepped inside, guns glinting ominously in their hands.

Kunikida shot to his feet, eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the intruders. “The Port Mafia’s Black Lizard! What are you doing here?”

One of the Black Lizard operatives, standing at the front, offered a sardonic smile. “Apologies, detectives. We must have forgotten to make an appointment. And we even forgot to knock.”

His mock politeness was laced with threat, and it was clear that diplomacy wasn’t on the agenda today. “Our work here will be done soon,” he continued, voice low and laced with menace.

“Get out, you good-for-nothing!” Kunikida shouted, moving to shield the others as the Black Lizard operatives raised their weapons. Tension crackled through the room as everyone prepared to engage.

But in the next instant, Dazai’s demeanor shifted. With a fluid motion, he rolled off Y/N’s lap, reaching out to pull her down beside him as the sounds of gunfire erupted around them. His hand gripped her shoulder firmly, pulling her behind the couch, his body shielding hers as they crouched low to avoid the incoming onslaught.

The sounds of fighting surrounded them—shouts, gunfire, and the crashing of overturned furniture. Y/N’s heart thundered as she pressed against the couch, Dazai’s steady presence keeping her grounded amid the chaos. She glanced up, catching a rare seriousness in his expression, his gaze fixed and intent as he calculated their best course of action.

“Stay low,” he murmured, barely audible over the din. His hand rested reassuringly on her shoulder, his calmness somehow infectious despite the danger swirling around them. She nodded, gripping the fabric of her skirt to keep her hands from trembling.

Meanwhile, Kunikida, Yosano, and the others leaped into action, their abilities coming to life with deadly precision as they faced off against the Black Lizard. Kenji’s raw strength and Yosano’s fierce medical expertise combined seamlessly, overwhelming their opponents with sheer skill and force. It was a stunning display, a reminder of just how formidable the agency truly was.

As Y/N stayed crouched behind the couch, she glanced over at Dazai, who watched the chaos unfold with a glint of amusement in his eyes, as if this were all just another game to him. Despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of safety with him so close. He wasn’t just protecting her—he was offering her a glimpse into his world, a world that was dangerous, unpredictable, and strangely thrilling.

The fighting died down as quickly as it had begun, the last of the Black Lizard operatives retreating under the relentless force of the agency’s defense. Kunikida gave a final shout, sending the remaining operatives scrambling out the door, defeated.

Y/N released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, her muscles relaxing as the danger ebbed away. Dazai glanced down at her, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He still had one arm protectively around her shoulders, his presence both comforting and oddly exhilarating.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked, his voice soft and teasing.

She raised an eyebrow, allowing herself a small smile. “Says the man who’s apparently too alive to pay his debts.”

He laughed, the sound low and warm, and for a moment, she could almost forget the chaos that had just erupted around them. But as he stood, his hand lingered a moment longer on her shoulder, his gaze lingering on hers with that familiar, unreadable glint.

“Perhaps,” he said thoughtfully, “I’ve finally found something worth staying alive for.” And with that, he helped her to her feet, leaving her with a swirl of emotions she couldn’t quite place as the rest of the agency regrouped around them.

As the dust settled in the agency, the atmosphere buzzed with a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion. The chaos from the Black Lizard attack had left its mark: overturned chairs, scattered papers, and a lingering tension in the air. Y/N stood to the side, her heart still racing from the encounter, as she watched the members of the Armed Detective Agency spring into action. Their movements were quick and efficient, each person taking on their role with a practiced ease that reminded her of the unpredictability of this world she had stepped into.

Despite the thrill of the encounter still coursing through her veins, a shadow of worry flickered in her mind, a stark reminder of how close she had come to danger. She had felt safe with Dazai and the others, but the reality of the situation gnawed at her thoughts. The stakes were high, and she couldn’t help but wonder how long she could navigate this life without getting hurt.

“Hey,” a familiar voice broke through her thoughts, and Y/N turned to see Ranpo approaching, his trademark green coat swaying slightly as he walked. His usually carefree demeanor seemed muted, a hint of concern lining his features as he drew closer. She offered him a smile, the warmth genuine but tinged with an unease she couldn't shake.

“Hi, Ranpo,” Y/N replied, forcing the calmness she felt on the outside to reflect in her voice. “How are you holding up?”

He paused, his piercing gaze assessing her for a moment. Y/N felt the weight of his scrutiny, an uncomfortable reminder of just how close she had been to real danger. She was still getting used to this world, and moments like this were stark reminders of the risks involved. She held her breath, anticipating his reaction.

“You shouldn’t have been here during all that,” Ranpo said, his voice steady but laced with an underlying tension. “You could have gotten hurt. Or worse.”

Y/N opened her mouth to defend herself, to explain that she had felt safe with Dazai and the others, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she nodded, acknowledging his concern. “I know. But I… I’m okay.”

Ranpo studied her for a moment longer, the silence thick with unspoken words. Then, with a sigh, he stepped closer, reaching out to take her hand in his. The sudden warmth of his grip sent a jolt through her, and she looked up at him in surprise. The gesture was simple yet intimate, eliciting curious glances from the others who were busy tidying up the office.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Ranpo said, his tone shifting slightly as he began to lead her away from the chaos. His grip was firm but gentle, his fingers intertwining with hers in a way that made her heart flutter unexpectedly. She could feel the weight of the others’ gazes on them, but no one voiced any comments, merely exchanging knowing looks.

“Where are we going?” she asked, glancing back at the agency. There was still so much to be done, and a part of her felt guilty for leaving. 

“On a job,” he replied casually, as if that explained everything. Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “A job? With you?”

“Yes, with me. Don’t worry about the details; they’ll be revealed in time.” He pulled her gently toward the door, his expression serious yet enigmatic. “I’ll come pick you up in two hours.”

“What kind of job is it?” she pressed, curiosity piqued. She had always wanted to see how Ranpo operated in his element, the renowned detective she had read about in the stories. But the lack of details only heightened her interest, knowing how meticulous he was in his planning.

“Just trust me,” he said, glancing back at her with a hint of a smile. “I promise you’ll find it interesting.”

Before she could respond, he ushered her out of the office, his grip still firm around her hand as they stepped into the bright, bustling streets of Yokohama. The air was filled with the sounds of the city: the honking of cars, the chatter of people, and the distant clinking of cups from nearby cafés. For a moment, Y/N felt a sense of normalcy wash over her, a contrast to the chaos they had just experienced.

“Ranpo…” she began, hesitant to voice her concerns but unable to hold back. “What if something happens? I mean, what if it’s dangerous?”

He paused, turning to face her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. “That’s why I’ll be with you. I’ll make sure you’re safe.” His voice softened slightly, as if trying to soothe her fears. “I know what I’m doing, and I wouldn’t take you along if I didn’t think you could handle it.”

Y/N felt a flutter of excitement mixed with apprehension. She had wanted to be a part of this world, to experience it firsthand, but the thought of potential danger still loomed large in her mind. “Okay,” she finally replied, squeezing his hand. “I trust you.”

“Good,” Ranpo said, a satisfied grin breaking across his face as they stepped onto the sidewalk. “Now go home, get ready, and be prepared for anything.”

With that, he released her hand reluctantly, lingering just a moment longer than necessary before stepping back. Y/N felt a strange sense of loss without his warmth, but she knew she had to go back to her apartment and prepare for whatever awaited her.

“See you soon, Y/N,” he called over his shoulder as he turned to head back toward the agency, his green coat flaring slightly as he walked. She watched him go, her heart racing with anticipation and nerves.

As she made her way back to her apartment, the sights and sounds of the city buzzed around her, but her mind was consumed with thoughts of the job that lay ahead. There was an electric thrill coursing through her, a mix of excitement and anxiety that bubbled beneath her calm exterior. The reality of her situation settled in: she was stepping deeper into a world filled with danger and uncertainty. 

But with each step, she felt a resolve building within her. She had chosen this path, and despite the swirling emotions, there was no turning back now. The thrill of being a part of the Armed Detective Agency, of working alongside Ranpo and the others, was intoxicating. But beneath that excitement lay a thread of uncertainty, a reminder of the dangers that lurked in this world she had only just begun to explore.

As she reached her apartment building, she glanced up at the sky, a sense of determination blooming in her chest. This was just the beginning, and she was ready for whatever came next.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden light through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency. The aftermath of the chaotic clash with the Port Mafia was still evident, with scattered papers, overturned chairs, and the remnants of their hurried battle left behind. Kunikida was at the front, diligently working to restore order, his brow furrowed in concentration as he picked up debris and organized the mess. Dazai leaned casually against the wall, an amused yet bored expression on his face as he watched the others scramble around him. Meanwhile, Atsushi was busily picking up debris, glancing at his colleagues now and then, his brow furrowed in concern.

Ranpo lounged in a nearby chair, twirling a pencil between his fingers, his eyes darting from one person to another with a mischievous glint. The atmosphere was a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation, and it seemed to tug at him in a way that made him restless. “You know,” he began, breaking the silence that hung over the room, “we really should do something about Y/N.”

Kunikida looked up, pausing his work as he furrowed his brow in confusion. “What do you mean? She’s not even a member. Why would we need to do anything about her?”

“Because she’s important,” Ranpo replied, leaning forward in his chair, the pencil still twirling in his grasp. “I mean it. She may not officially be part of the agency, but she’s been here through all of this. She’s seen what we can do, and she’s proven herself to be more resilient than most civilians.”

Dazai straightened, tilting his head in curiosity, his interest piqued. “I’ll admit, she does have an interesting way of handling stress. It’s almost…endearing.” He chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “But how can we really rely on someone who hasn’t been tested in the field?”

Ranpo rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by Dazai’s flippant attitude. “That’s just it! We can’t expect her to thrive if we keep her at arm’s length. She needs to feel like she belongs, and we can’t do that if we don’t introduce her to the rest of the team.”

“Still, she’s just an outsider,” Kunikida replied, a frown deepening on his face. “We’ve only known her for a short time. She could leave at any moment.”

“Or she could choose to stay,” Ranpo shot back, a hint of urgency creeping into his voice. “You should have seen her during the fight. She kept her cool when most people would have panicked. I’m telling you, we need her around. She could be the glue that holds this agency together.”

Dazai chuckled softly, his eyes glimmering with mischief as he leaned closer, clearly enjoying the discussion. “The glue, huh? I didn’t know we needed glue. I thought we were more of a ‘chaotic bonding agent’ kind of organization.” He paused for dramatic effect. “But in all seriousness, I think we can give her a warm welcome. I could introduce her to the others. I mean, we’re practically best friends at this point, aren’t we?”

Kunikida shot Dazai a look, half-amused, half-exasperated. “You make it sound like we’ve known her forever. It’s only been a few days.”

“Exactly!” Dazai said, waving a hand dismissively. “That’s enough time to form a bond, don’t you think? I mean, she’s already got me wrapped around her finger.” His tone was teasing, but there was sincerity beneath it. “Seriously, though, she deserves a chance. We can’t leave her isolated just because she hasn’t officially joined us yet.”

“Fine, but we need to be careful,” Kunikida conceded, a reluctant sigh escaping his lips. “We don’t want to overwhelm her. We’ve seen what can happen when someone is thrust into our chaotic lives without any preparation.”

Atsushi nodded, glancing over at Ranpo, who still appeared unfazed by the chaos around them. “So, how do we do this? Just call her over and hope for the best?”

“We don’t need to go overboard,” Ranpo replied, tapping the pencil against the table thoughtfully. “Just introduce her gradually. Maybe let her observe how we work and interact with one another before we throw her into the deep end.”

“Sounds reasonable,” Dazai said, shrugging. “I’ll take her to the kitchen. That’s where everyone tends to gather, anyway. Besides, everyone loves food, right? It’ll be a casual environment.”

Kunikida nodded, a hint of relief crossing his features. “Alright, then. We’ll ease her into it. But make sure she understands that this isn’t just a game. Our lives are at stake every day.”

“Leave it to me,” Dazai said, a playful smirk returning to his face. “I can charm her into understanding the seriousness of our work.”

“Let’s hope you don’t charm her into leaving,” Kunikida muttered, shaking his head in exasperation. 

Ranpo grinned, his eyes shining with mischief. “As long as she stays, that’s all that matters. She might even surprise us with her skills and insights. I’m not joking when I say she could be key to our survival as an agency.”

“Then we better get her involved sooner rather than later,” Kunikida replied, nodding in agreement. “I’ll let her know she’s welcome to join us, but we need to take it one step at a time.”

With that, the group returned to their tasks, the tension easing as they found a common goal in bringing Y/N into their fold. Ranpo leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face, confident that with Y/N’s presence, the Armed Detective Agency would not only survive but thrive. 

Dazai glanced over at Ranpo, his expression thoughtful. “You really think she’ll be the glue that holds us together, huh?”

“Absolutely,” Ranpo replied, his voice unwavering. “Just watch.”

As the afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor, the camaraderie between the members began to feel a little stronger. The idea of Y/N becoming a part of their family ignited a new sense of purpose among them, each member quietly considering how to welcome her into their chaotic world. 

Kunikida took a moment to straighten a stack of papers, his mind racing with thoughts of how best to approach Y/N. He didn’t want to scare her away, but he also recognized the value she could bring to their team. He glanced over at Atsushi, who was diligently working beside him, and caught the younger man’s hopeful gaze.

“Do you think she’ll really want to join us?” Atsushi asked, his voice barely above a whisper as if afraid of jinxing the idea.

“I hope so,” Kunikida replied, straightening his glasses. “She seems to have a good head on her shoulders. It’s just a matter of showing her that we’re a family, albeit a dysfunctional one.”

“Yeah, and maybe she can help us with our next case,” Atsushi suggested, his eyes lighting up at the prospect.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Kunikida cautioned with a smile. “First, we need to make her feel welcome. Then we’ll see what she’s capable of.”

As the members of the agency continued their tasks, each one of them started to think about how to make Y/N feel like she belonged. The chaotic energy that usually filled the agency began to morph into something more supportive, as if they were all rallying around a common cause. 

Ranpo’s mischievous smile lingered, a silent promise that the best was yet to come. Y/N was about to step into a world filled with danger, intrigue, and camaraderie, and they were determined to make sure she felt right at home in their peculiar family. 

With renewed purpose, they continued to clean, their thoughts drifting toward Y/N and the possibilities that lay ahead. The sun sank lower in the sky, painting the world in hues of orange and pink as they all worked together, the laughter and chatter slowly returning, readying themselves for whatever awaited them when Y/N joined their ranks.

Y/N sat in her modest apartment, the soft hum of the city filtering in through the open window. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Despite the beauty of the evening, a knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach. The invitation from Ranpo lingered in her mind, echoing like a whisper that refused to fade away.

Should I really go? she thought, biting her lip as she glanced at the clock. Ranpo had said he would come to pick her up in two hours, and the thought of stepping back into the chaos of the Armed Detective Agency sent a wave of uncertainty crashing over her.

What if she messed everything up? She had already witnessed their world of danger and intrigue firsthand, but that didn’t mean she was equipped to handle it. She had no special ability—no supernatural talent to rely on. Her only skill seemed to be her ability to maintain her composure amidst the chaos, and even that felt insufficient. What if I ruin the story? What if I change things in a way I can’t take back?

Y/N sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. She had stumbled into this world by accident, and while the characters and their stories had once been mere figments of her imagination, now they felt achingly real. She remembered her first encounter with Dazai, the easy charm he exuded, and how he had made her feel like she was part of something extraordinary. Then there was Ranpo, with his playful yet sharp intellect, reminding her of the unique bond they seemed to share. But could she truly belong here?

What if I become a liability? Y/N had spent her life quietly admiring these characters from afar, never imagining she would find herself tangled in their lives. She didn’t want to intrude on their story or disrupt the delicate balance they had achieved.

A soft knock on the door pulled her from her spiraling thoughts. Y/N’s heart raced as she stood up, glancing at the clock again. It was time. With a deep breath, she opened the door to find Ranpo standing there, his characteristic grin in place, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ready for an adventure?” he asked, his voice playful as he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.

Y/N hesitated, her heart fluttering. “Uh, I’m not sure if—”

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” he interrupted, a twinkle of excitement dancing in his gaze. “You’re going to love it. Plus, I promise to protect you from any danger.”

She couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, but the weight of her uncertainty lingered. “I don’t have any abilities, Ranpo. What if I mess up? What if I can’t help?”

“Exactly!” he exclaimed, his grin widening. “You’re not expected to fight or anything. Just being there is enough. Trust me, sometimes having someone who can see things from a different perspective can be more valuable than any ability.”

Y/N felt her heart sink at his words. While it was nice to think she could offer something valuable, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her presence would only complicate matters. “I don’t want to disrupt anything. I’ve only just gotten here, and I don’t want to change anything.”

Ranpo’s expression softened, his gaze steady. “Y/N, it’s not about changing things. It’s about being a part of something bigger. We can work together, and besides, I’m curious to see how you think. You’re not just some bystander; you’ve got insights that could help us.”

She bit her lip, feeling the heat of his sincerity wash over her. It was tempting to imagine herself as part of this world, to step beyond the confines of her apartment and dive into the chaos she had only ever observed from a distance. But the risk of everything going wrong still loomed large in her mind.

“I appreciate that you believe in me,” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper, “but I really don’t want to mess up your story.”

Ranpo took a step closer, his demeanor shifting from playful to earnest. “What story are you worried about? Yours? Ours? The beauty of a story is that it’s always evolving. You can’t break it; you can only add to it. Look at it this way: you’re writing your own chapter. How about giving it a chance?”

His words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. Y/N felt her resolve beginning to waver as she searched his face for a hint of doubt. But all she found was genuine belief—a reflection of her own hidden desires. She wanted to explore, to learn, to see what adventures awaited her.

Taking a deep breath, she finally nodded, a small smile breaking through her earlier apprehension. “Alright. I’ll go.”

Ranpo’s face lit up with excitement, and before she could change her mind, he took her hand in his. “Great! Let’s go then! I promise it’ll be an adventure you won’t forget.”

As they stepped out into the bustling streets of Yokohama, Y/N felt a mix of nerves and exhilaration coursing through her. The city was alive with energy, and the vibrant colors and sounds enveloped her. She didn’t know what awaited her in this unfamiliar territory, but with Ranpo by her side, perhaps she could navigate the uncertainty. After all, every great story began with a leap of faith.

As they walked, Ranpo filled the air with chatter, his enthusiasm infectious. “You’re going to love the agency. It’s not just about solving cases; it’s about the people. Each one of us brings something unique to the table, and I think you’ll fit right in.”

Y/N listened intently, her nerves gradually calming as she absorbed his words. “What’s it like working there? Is it always this chaotic?”

Ranpo laughed, a bright sound that danced in the air. “Pretty much! But that’s what makes it fun. You never know what’s going to happen next. One day, we’re solving a mystery, and the next, we might find ourselves in the middle of a life-or-death situation.”

Her heart raced at the thought, both thrilling and terrifying. “And you do this every day?”

“Pretty much,” he said, his grin never fading. “But that’s why it’s important to have people you can rely on. We’re a family, even if it’s a dysfunctional one.”

Y/N felt a warmth spreading in her chest at his words. Family. It was a concept she had longed for, and the idea of being a part of this unique group was beginning to feel less daunting and more exciting.

As they approached the Armed Detective Agency, she felt her pulse quicken, a mix of anticipation and dread swirling within her. The tall building loomed ahead, its presence commanding and imposing.

“Ready?” Ranpo asked, pausing at the entrance.

Y/N took a deep breath, letting the moment settle in her heart. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

With that, they stepped inside, and Y/N felt the weight of her doubts begin to lift. Perhaps she was not just an observer in this story but a participant. And as the door closed behind them, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was finally becoming a part of the narrative she had always adored.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Kaleidoscope || Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

A/n: this is a sequel to Thine Own Self Be True. I got the inspiration to write it after watching season 4, though it doesn't take place during this timeline. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): mutual breakup, confusion, sadness, hurt/comfort, female reader, make-up sex, rough sex, teasing, mild jealousy, slight public sex, special skill use, and aftercare.

No Minors Allowed!!

At moments like this, you realize that your relationship with Akutgawa is not meant to be. Taboo for obvious reasons, you consider yourself an irrational dupe for meeting with him in secret for so long, especially when unpredictable scenarios pit him against you. 

A yellow aura engulfs your hands as you activate your special skill, To Thine Own Self Be True, sending a crescent-shaped beam at the man in question. His Rashoumon halts the attack, eating at the space around it until it vanishes, but it doesn't matter. This is a decoy.

Atsushi rushes him from the side, using his Beast Beneath the Moonlight skill to manifest his forearms and legs. You continue to pelt Akutagawa with aura beams, dodging shadow-like tendrils as the ombre-haired mafioso keeps you at a distance. He knows your capabilities; he knows that if you touch him, you can turn the tides of battle in your favor. 

Not quite like before, humorously.

It had been your power that got you into the mess that you were in with him; whatever this relationship was. Had it been one time; one time that you had kissed him or one time that you had fucked him, then maybe it wouldn't be like this. 

But it was. 

Springing into a backflip, you dodge another tendril but in doing so, you miss his assistant, Higuchi sneaking up on you. She fires at you with a pistol, which hits the asphalt near you to your annoyance. You have no time to deal with her. Indeed, Atsushi doesn't need your help, but to avoid an unexpected incident with the Black-Fanged Hellhound, you intend to draw his attention toward you. 

With your aura, you manifest a shield to protect you from the bullets, but unexpectedly, a force hits you so hard in the side, it sends you off your feet, knocking the breath from your lungs. 

You hear Atsushi shout your name, but you aren't able to respond, being wracked with coughs. 

What just happened? 

The absence of Rashoumon bombarding you from all sides makes you wonder if Akutagawa had struck you down. 

Sitting up, you realize it's true. The wide-eyed expression on his face catches your attention and for a moment you are shocked. He can't be concerned, can he?

No. It's not in his nature.

You stand up, gripping your side in pain. There's no harm done; it's a battlefield after all. But the unexpected look on Akutagawa's face sticks in your head even when the fight concludes.

–

Resting at your desk in the comfort of the agency, you tap your finger against your knee as you wait for Kunikida to report in. 

The job, on your end, had been a success. Rampo had deduced that the client would be hunted by the Port Mafia after the poor soul had an unfortunate run-in with them that they managed once to escape. And as usual, he had been right.

You and Atsushi were put on bodyguard duty, a cover for the real plan, which was to confront the Port Mafia as Kunikida drove the client to a safe house. Once he was out of their reach, the confrontation between Akutgawa and Higuchi came to an end, and the 4 parted ways. 

The sound of the door opening draws your attention to the far side of the room as Atsushi enters, giving you a welcoming smile. His long belt swishes behind him as saunters over to his desk and sits down.

"Kunikida is within the city limits," he mentions. 

You hum, resting your cheek against your fist. 

"So our mission was a complete success. That's good to hear."

You hope that Mori doesn't scold Akutagawa too much for failing to catch the agency's client. Or worse. As much as you don't want him to get in trouble, there isn't much you can do. 

"Are you OK?" Atsushi asks in concern. "That hit you took earlier looked bad."

"I'm fine, other than a few scraps. My armor kept me from taking the full force of Rashoumon," you retort.

You are certain there will be bruises on you tomorrow, however. 

"It's nothing to concern Yosano over," you add with a grin.

Atsushi nods in understanding. It's silent after this. You scroll through your laptop searching the recent news updates until you feel your phone vibrate in the pocket of your uniform. Taking it out, you steal a peek at the screen to see that you have a message from Ombre. 

Ryuu. 

An air of excitement consumes you.

We need to talk. 

This can't be good. 

Sending him a quick response, you ask him to meet you at your apartment, then you put away the phone and return to your laptop. 

–

The remainder of the afternoon passes by somewhat fast. You sit patiently in the cab, enjoying the ride across Yokohama to your apartment the best you can. 

This talk Akutagawa mentioned is weighing down on you. No conversation starting with 'we need to talk' ends well. But it's expected. 

I knew this would never last. 

You consider messaging him, telling him that you understand; save him the trouble of coming over, but a part of you wants to see him one last time. The thought makes your stomach churn, but you do your best to ignore it.

Once the cab stops in front of your apartment building, you pay the driver and walk in. As expected, Akutagawa is waiting by your door. Tightening your jaw, you unlock it, letting him in.

"I'd offer you some tea but–"

"How is your side?" Akutagawa asks, interrupting you. 

A soft smile pulls at your lips. 

"It's bruised as expected." To tease him, you pull up the corner of your shirt just a bit, showing off your skin. "Do you want to see it?"

Akutagawa averts his eyes; his cheeks flush in response but he does not comment on it. 

"Ryuu," you utter. "I get it. We talked about this before and I understand we can't keep doing this."

He glances at you.

"Then you know what I have to say.."

"Yeah…I mean I've heard it before. But it's in the past for a reason," you explain. 

Sauntering over to the couch, you sit down. 

"I do like you, Ryuu, but our work is always going to put us in a position like earlier. And as much as I enjoyed it - whatever it was - you're right," you add. 

Akutagawa clears the gap and offers you his hand; his eyes avert to the floor. You know what he wants, and to keep things platonic, you link your pinkie around his. An orange aura connects you to him as you activate your special skill. 

Puzzlement… pangs of sadness. 

You hum. It's strange to feel sadness from a man such as Akutagawa, especially when it comes to you, but it's nice.

"It's mutual," you utter, releasing him. "Thank you."

With nothing left to say, you watch him turn and walk out the door. Your life feels a little more empty now.

–

The month slowly passes by and your focus remains solely on work. Every minor job that reaches the agency you take. It keeps you busy, but you don't mind.

You find it hard to keep Akutagawa from your thoughts, transiting from seeing him once or twice a week to none at all. But it's strangely tolerable. And ironically, the agency has not had a run-in with the Port Mafia since the mutual agreement.

Things are slowly turning back to normal, however, there is a hole in your life that you can't quite fill. 

Your laptop alerts you when it's your turn; the piece Dazai moves is dangerously close to your king, putting you in check. You hold back a groan knowing that Kunikida will scold you both if he finds out you are wasting time with Dazai playing online shogi when there is paperwork to do. 

Tick, tock. A message in the corner of the screen reads followed by an emoji of a croc. 

How cute. You grin and make your move, saving your king.

Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, you type back. 

Dazai replies with a laughing emoji and then quickly makes a move. You frown in response. How is he so good at this? As you contemplate your next move, a message that nearly takes your breath away pops up on the screen. 

How is Akutgawa-kun? 🤎

You feel like a deflated balloon. You indeed can lie and act like you have no idea who Akutagawa is, but there's no lying to Dazai; he knows better.

How did you find out? 

You came into the office last month wearing the same white button-down I saw him in the previous day. He replies. 

Your face turns red. Dazai is extremely perceptive. Moving your piece first you take an uneasy breath before typing back.

We aren't seeing each other anymore. It's in the past. 

Shame, Dazai comments. He's less of a grump. 

You can't help but grin. 

It can't be helped. 

With a single move, one you didn't see, Dazai puts you in checkmate. 

Can't it? 

What does he mean? You sit back in your chair in defeat. It can't be helped. You attempt to ask him how, but a sudden vibration from your pocket alerts you of a message. 

Meet me at the restaurant near the ocean. You know the one. 

You raise a brow. The number is unknown but you know the restaurant in which they speak; it's the same one you had met Akutagawa at with Atsushi. 

Is it him? You don't understand why he wouldn't use the previous number you have programmed into your phone, but perhaps there is a reason. They could also very well be a member of the Port Mafia. 

I'll be there, you reply. 

Perhaps Atsushi won't mind standing by again.

–

You stare in awe at the beautiful woman sitting in front of you. Her long wavy black hair falls down her back, a contrast to the knee-length white dress that she's wearing. You've never seen her before. How she knows you concerns you. 

A waitress brings her a cup of tea, in addition to your beverage, before she turns her attention to you.

"You brought the weretiger with you," she mentions softly. "He's sitting a block away from here and no doubt you have him on call in case this turns out to be a trap." 

Who is she? Her assumption is right. Your phone rests on your lap with your finger over the button. 

"Is it a trap?" You ask.

"No. I have no orders to go after you," the woman answers. 

She takes a drink of her tea and hums. 

"Then what reason do you have to call me out here?" You ask. "This meeting is a bit suspicious considering I have no idea who you are."

"I'm here because of my brother," she mentions. 

You raise a brow in question. Then, as if you are struck by lightning, you put two and two together.

"Ryuu? He never… never told me he had a sister."

Her eyes brighten; eyes that look like his. 

"It's as I thought. I've seen him with you before. But how long?"

"After the incident with Shibusawa," you admit. 

It doesn't surprise you that he didn't tell his sister. 

"Sorry, but… it's obvious you know my name. Should I not learn yours if we're going to speak so personally?" You ask. 

"It's Gin," she replies. 

You hide your smile behind your drink. 

"I wanted to know what you know about him," Gin mentions. 

That's a good question. 

"Not much obviously, or else I would have known that Ryuu has a sister," you admit. The conversation puts you at ease, but your finger remains over the button. "I know he likes tea and I found out the hard way that he doesn't like baths. And… I know about his lung disease - he told me that much. 

You frown at the last comment. A warmth spreads across your face.

"You know his skill's weakness," Gin points out.

"And he knows mine," you retort. 

He had divulged that information to you the first time you spoke with him, in exchange for information about your special skill.

"But you've never exploited it," Gin presses. 

Is she concerned that you will use it against him? As strong as his Rashoumon is, it has its disadvantages.

“My Rashoumon eats through all in its path, even space itself. However, its space-rupturing capabilities need time to activate, so guns and fire can harm me,” he had explained. “Use it to your advantage.”

You hum and run your finger along the glass's rim.

"I could. He told me to use the information to my advantage. But I have no intention to."

Gin doesn't buy it; you can see it in her eyes.

Raising your free hand, you offer it to her. 

"If it puts you at ease, I can show you that I mean it. Though I can assure you, there's no reason for me to exploit him. I do…care for Ryuu."

Staring at you a moment, Gin sighs and lifts her teacup to her mouth. 

"I believe you."

You're grateful. As unexpected as this encounter is, you are enjoying it. 

"You know, I bought a cute tea set with cats on them for Ryuu a few months back since he complained about drinking tea from a mug and he left without taking them," you mention. Warmth spreads across your face as you realize how ignorant you feel for bringing this up. "If he wants them, he can have them. I don't have much use for them."

"I think you should keep them. He would only complain again if you didn't have any at your apartment," Gin utters with a soft smile.

You have no words. It isn't like you don't want to see Akutagawa again; to kiss and tease him, but you can't. Mori would exploit him. Both of you know more than anyone, which makes it hard that those who know, have a stronger opinion on it.

We both agreed… it's over. 

You plan to honor that agreement. 

–

"I heard good things about it," you retort with a smile. It's much easier than you had expected to balance your cell phone against your shoulder with groceries in your arms. "But listen…Atsushi I'm almost home. I have a few things to put up."

"Do you want to go with us? Naomi and Jun'ichirō are going too." Atsushi asks on the other end. 

Technically you had bought groceries for an easy lunch, but you don't mind not having to cook. 

"I might," you mention, turning the corner to the hall you live down. 

As you do, you are greeted by an unexpected sight. The ombre-haired mafioso you hadn't spoken to in over 2 months stands against the wall next to your apartment door. His empty gray eyes turn to you as you slowly approach. 

"I'll um… call you back later with my answer Atsushi," you utter.

Not able to get your keys, you offer the bags in your less dominant arm to him, thankful when he takes them albeit to his annoyance. You hang up your phone and open the door, allowing him to enter before you saunter in, shutting the door behind you.

"Kitchen please," you state. 

Setting the groceries on the counter, you take an uneasy breath and turn your eyes to him. 

"What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Gin spoke to you," Akutagawa mentioned. 

It had been a while, but it was true. You nod to confirm. 

"About what?" He asks. 

"Boys and slumber parties," you joke.

Akutagawa glares at you, making you snort in response. 

"We spoke about you as if you needed to ask," you mention. To keep your nerves in check, you start to put away the groceries. "It wasn't a work conversation and based on your question I assume Gin didn't tell you the entire thing, so I won't repeat what she asked me."

With a sigh, you lean against the counter. 

"What are you doing here, Ryuu? I don't believe for one bit you came to talk about your sister. She seems to be on good terms with you, so I'm sure she'd tell you about our conversation if you were to ask her."

Offering his hand, you smile and link your pinkie with his. An orange glow surrounds both of you and a mix of nervousness and confusion floods your senses; the former from you. 

"You're confused… about this… about our situation."

"I don't have time for these feelings," Akutagawa mentions. Anger spills into the mix. "They're a distraction; a head full of adoration is irrational."

You separate your hand from his, not liking the intense emotion pouring off him. 

"We agreed, Ryuu. I don't–"

"It's more of a distraction when we're apart," he interrupts. 

Your face heats up in embarrassment. 

"I know… but it can't be helped."

Can't it?

Dazai's words had popped into your head so quickly that it made your body shake with nerves.

"Fucking Dazai," you utter with a snort. 

Akutagawa widens his eyes.

"Dazai-san knows?"

"Did you think he wouldn't notice? He…asked why it couldn't be helped. But honestly, I don't know. The agreement was mutual because of the steaks, but when we first met, I knew how much trouble this could cause us, but I ignored it," you explain.

You felt ignorant for even saying any of this. Love is irrational, especially on the battlefield, but you sort of liked being with him, even if it was only once or twice a week.

"I… didn't feel lonely."

You close the gap and hesitantly reach for his hands, activating your skill. A wave of contentment rolls off him, so you continue, wrapping your arms around him. 

"Every time I touch you, it's like a kaleidoscope," you mention. Your hands slide up his back; one continues up until your fingers thread into his hair. "So many colors… It's stunning."

Akutagawa shivers in response.

"It would be easier just to kill you."

"And you can certainly try once you've made good on the promise you made to Atsushi," you remind him with a grin. 

What feels like jealousy permeates the air at the mention of the weretiger's name.

"You were on the phone with him when you walked up," Akutagawa mentions. His warm breath tickles your neck. 

"Making plans for lunch as work associates sometimes do," you state with a grin. "You should try it sometime."

Akutagawa hums. 

"I don't need friends."

You snort in response. Of course, he doesn't. You'd feel terrible if you weren't hugged up against his chest.

"You've gone out to lunch with me before," you mention. "Am I to believe we aren't friends?"

"Your jokes are tiring," Akutagawa states with a sigh. 

He knows you have a point. You lean back and grin at him. 

"I can make so many lewd comments."

An absence of emotions from him concerns you. 

"Don't struggle," Akutagawa orders. 

An electric red aura surrounds him and before you can react, two shadow-like tendrils wrap around your wrists. You don't struggle as they lift your arms above your head. 

"I thought we agreed that you'd warn me."

"Don't struggle is a clear warning," Akutagawa merely points out.

You narrow your eyes teasingly.

"That's such a mafioso thing to–"

Closing the gap, he presses his lips against yours. It's surprisingly gentle for a bloodthirsty killer and brief. You sigh as he parts; the sensation lingers, provoking a gleeful smile from you.

"You're not letting me touch you for some reason. Do you not want to show me how you feel, Ryuu?"

Akutagawa grunts in response and averts his eyes to the floor, but the light hue of red on his pale skin is noticeable. 

You feel the tendrils around your wrists pull your arms down and toward the counter. At first, you aren't sure what he's doing but moving of your own free will, you realize he's leaning you over the counter with your arms out in front, touching the wall. 

Heat licks at your skin and your nipples harden in arousal. Is he set on fucking you in your kitchen? It's honestly been a while. You're eager but also nervous. This sensation reminds you of the first time you and Akutagawa fucked; the excitement and the hormones. It makes you more eager than ever to have him this close to you again. 

A hand touches your ass, but briefly as the mafioso removes your phone from your back pocket. He then slides his arms around your waist, pressing his warm body against yours as he undoes the button on your uniform and shimmies the fabric down your legs. You are left in nothing but your underwear; the cool breeze from your ceiling fan nips at your cheeks, making you shiver. 

A series of low taps catches your attention and before you can figure out the noise, Akutagawa leans in again and sets your phone on the counter where you can see the screen. To your horror, Atsushi's name and number are showing.

"W-what are you doing?" You ask.

"You never gave the weretiger an answer," Akutagawa answers. 

He leans forward and presses the call button to your dismay, putting it on speakerphone. As you wait for Atsushi to pick up, Akutagawa slips his hand between your thighs and into your underwear, spreading your outer lips. He slowly rubs small slow circles around your clit. You moan in response, but it's cut short as Atsushi's unsuspecting voice comes over the line. 

What is Akutagawa thinking? Does he seriously want Atsushi to hear this? He insisted that you give your coworker an answer. Is he mad?

"H-hey, sorry for taking so long," you utter. Your hips arch as the slow torturous pace he sets makes your body shiver. "I'm a bit tied up with housework so I'm not going to be able to make it."

"That's fine. Maybe–"

The sound of someone struggling to get the phone from him floods the line and you take a moment to hum as Akutagawa quickens his pace. Waves of pleasure roll from your core to the tips of your toes. 

"What do you mean you aren't coming?" Naomi's curious voice asks over the line.

She has no idea how lewd her question sounds to you at the moment. 

"I h-have housework," you retort. An embarrassed warmth spreads across your face. 

"You can do that later," Naomi argues. "Come out and eat with us."

You absolutely can't and there is no way you can tell her that a dangerous mafioso is fingering you in your kitchen. 

"Rain check," you utter. "I can't–" 

"Is something wrong? Atsushi says your breathing sounds rushed," Naomi interrupts. 

Of course, he can hear you struggling. Those tiger senses are no joke; Akutagawa knows this. 

A sudden gasp makes you widen your eyes.

"Are you having your monthly?" Naomi whispers. 

You almost snort. 

"Yeah, Nomi. I'm in a bit of pain."

This is a complete lie. Your body is a trembling wreck from the slow pleasure creeping across your sensitive nerves. It's almost too much. 

"No worries then," the dark-haired girl states. "I'll cover for you. Just get some rest."

"T-thank you. I owe you one," you utter in relief. 

When the call ends, you take a deep breath, resting your heated face on the counter. 

"You're evil."

"Were you not aware?" Akutagawa asks. 

To your annoyance, he removes his hand from your pussy, but the moment you hear the sound of his zipper, your skin breaks out in goosebumps. You spread your legs eagerly. 

Not having to wait long, you hum as your underwear is pulled down. Akutagawa trails his fingers up your thigh and between your legs, spreading you once again. A sigh of relief pours from your parted lips as the head of his cock enters you, thrusting deep a second later. 

Surges of pleasure tickle your sensitive nerves as the mafioso grasps your hips, starting gently. It's when you arch your ass into him, does he quicken the pace, pressing you against the counter with every thrust.

You moan in response, but it's much too fast for you. 

"Slow down."

It doesn't hurt, but you don't necessarily want to come so soon; you want to enjoy him a bit more. But Akutagawa doesn't seem to care. Something is fueling him. His pace seems almost possessive, almost like he's making a point. You wonder if perhaps the interaction with Atsushi put him in this mood. 

"You're not the jealous type, are you, Ryuu?" You ask, aware of how dangerous this question is. 

Fingers slide into your hair at the base of your neck, trailing up midway. You groan as Akutagawa grasps the laces between his fingers and leans your head back. The hold on your wrists thankfully releases and you can rest your arms, keeping them at your side as he presses you against his chest. 

"You accuse me of being jealous. Of whom? The weretiger?" 

A hand slips between your legs, stimulating your clit for a second time. Your body arches in response. 

"I w-wasn't going to give names." 

His hand between your thighs pauses, earning a groan from you; his thrusts are deliberately slow. You rest a hand over him, activating your power. Mixed with the arousal is a strong sense of jealousy, as you had expected.

"What do you have to be jealous about?" you ask. "I've only ever wanted you."

To emphasize your point, you allow him a peek at your aura. He sighs in response and circles your clit; you move your fingers in unison with his, turning up your eyes as the sensation in your core grows.

Akutagawa's pace quickens, but it's not as possessive as before. Paired with the stimulation to your clit, his thrusts feel remarkable; just enough so that you are thrown completely over your limit and into an intense orgasm. 

Your hips arch and your body tenses to the waves of pleasure that roll over you, shooting down to your toes. For a moment you lean against Akutagawa, out of your mind, and slowly coming down, until he prompts you to lie against the table. Lewd wet noises permeate the air as his thrusts drive deep and hard into your sensitive core. You reach and grasp his hand at your waist, using your ability once again. 

The intense desperation and need pouring from him makes your walls tighten. 

"I missed this. I needed you so bad," you sob. 

Akutagawa pulls back, removing his cock from you, and covers your ass and thighs in his warm cum. It's almost as if your words had a desired effect on him; almost as though he enjoys being told how much he's needed. He's too–

A fit of coughs brings you into reality. You know Akutagawa doesn't like to be pitied, but every time you hear him struggle to breathe, you feel helpless and uneasy. 

"I can… make you some tea if you want," you mention, turning to face him. 

Akutagawa shakes his head and then removes his hand. 

"I'll make it."

You nod in understanding. He doesn't need you to comfort him. 

"The tins are in the cabinet where they've always been."

Leaving him for a moment, you go into the bathroom to pee and clean up. Once you are refreshed, you return to the kitchen where you had left Akutagawa, seeing him judging the tea set you bought for him. 

"Next time you can buy your own," you retort.

"Next time? Have you not had enough?" He asks. 

You snort and grab a drink from the fridge. 

"Of you? No. My ignorance knows no bounds."

Akutagawa hums. 

"Likewise."

"We may have to hurt one another one day by continuing down this path. That's a tough pill to swallow," you mention.

There's no doubt in your mind that Mori will eventually figure it out. But will he ask Akutagawa to kill you? There's no benefit from your death that the Port Mafia might exploit, so perhaps not, but you can't see him accepting it as the Agency might. 

"It's going to be rough," you utter. 

"I was under the assumption you liked it that way," Akutagawa states. 

Your face heats up. For once you have nothing to say. Lewd statements coming from him are strange.

"I'll admit, that was kind of hot."

He hums. 

"This isn't going to end well."

"At least we can say we tried," you utter with a snort. 

Closing the gap, you hesitantly slide your arm around him, hugging him from behind. His body remains tense but he doesn't make a move to reject you. 

"I missed you."

The ombre-haired mafioso sighs. 

"Likewise."

It's all the confirmation that you need. Whatever time brings, at least you know Akutagawa will face it with you. 

[itzmoonies]

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Making a BSD characters (without drawing bc I suck at it) based on real authors : Victor Hugo !

I NEED him in bsd. He fought for human rights, for the abolition of the death penalty, for poor people, for children who were forced to work young, for women and single moms (who were treated as h0es if their husband left them)… He stood up to the king and wasn't afraid to say it. He even asked for a painter to represent Napoleon (the king) as a fearful bird fleeing from Victor Hugo.

- Victor Hugo would join the ADA, and this is for sure. But first, he won't be a very nice person… Not necessarily in the port mafia, but probably in some things as bad. Because before being so kind and courageous, Victor Hugo was far-right, so he agreed with what Napoleon said. But he changed and he became a nicer person, and he helped many people.

- In the BSD universe, Victor changed after seeing someone dying in front of him. A little boy named Gavroche (Gavroche is a little boy in one of his books). Gavroche was singing the song "It's Voltaire's fault", before dying. It was something that changed the way Victor saw things, and he decided that no one deserved this. (This is not how the IRL Victor Hugo changed)

- He's someone very brave and courageous. He's not scared of dying or whatever.

- He will be in his twenties

- He will try to teach Kyoka and Atsushi things. Like maths, science ect. The IRL Victor Hugo wanted the education to be free, so it won't be surprising if he teaches kids that couldn't have access to school/education.

- He always hums the song Gavroche sang before he died.

- He will TOTALLY be against Mori, he will hate him for sure. He can't support these types of people.

- He will be serious and calm, but he will always have a gentle smile on his face.

- He will, randomly, buy things for the people in need (food, drink ect…)

- He will love creating little stories in his head, and he will share them with Ranpo and Yosano.

- His ability would be "Wretched" (One of his most famous books.) This will allow him to curse someone. (Because the people in this book have very very bad life. Jean Valjean, Fantine… They're not cursed, but it felt like they were.)

- He will get along with Kunikida and Fukuzawa

- Victor will remind Dazai of Oda

- He will totally be called bby by the fandom-

- His birthday is the 26th of February

-“Life is just one long loss of everything you love.”

- He will make a lot of effort to be forgiven about his past. He, himself, is ashamed of himself for what he has done.

- He's for human's right.

- He will drink coffee in the morning because he's not a morning person.

I'll think I'll do more later about other authors I want in BSD, because there are a lot of them that I want.

Anyways, bye bye

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[teacrying]

Headcanons for the feels✨

Fandoms(in order): BSD, Haikyuu, Genshin Impact

Characters: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu , Fukuzawa Yukichi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kita Shinsuke, Hinata Shoyo, Arataki Itto, Kaedahara Kazuha, Cyno, Dainsleif

Contains: fluff

A/N: in my opinion these are pitiful lmao

BSD:

When you are feeling down Atsushi is no longer a cat, he becomes the best golden retriever boy you can find. I’m talking he will almost drop everything. He will constantly send you funny or cute videos, pictures, and messages. If he can he’d try to call you or even visit you when in break. When he finally comes home for the day you bet your ass he’d have some of your favorite snacks and meal along with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. They might not be your favorites but he did try and that is what makes you melt into a puddle. Cuddles you to sleep, partially for you and partially to make himself feel better.

Chuuya hates tears, or at least he hates crying in front of others and seeing you cry. He would rather step on a lake full of broken glass than have to see you cry. He goes through an array of emotions when he does see you cry, luckily his brain works fast and his face only shifts minimally so you don’t notice. He comforts you and wipes away the tears while asking what’s wrong hoping it wasn’t someone who had hurt you, and if it were that he could personally visit them when he’s already out working. While comforting you and getting the details, or lack of details sometimes, he gathers all the comfort items he has in his grasp. A nice glass of wine here, a cozy blanket there, topped off with an order from your favorite restaurant and your favorite movie playing on the tv. He will only relax once you are done crying and starting to perk up.

Yukichi understands people the most but that doesn’t mean he likes it. He is ok with feelings but he hates seeing his loved ones anything but happy or relaxed. I personally believe if he sees this in public his comfort will be more subtle because he doesn’t like initiating PDA but it’s an entirely different beast behind closed doors. Massages, a warm bath, your favorite meal that he prepared. Truly a king.

Dazai will do the most. Like, he’d test the waters with asking for a double suicide but the second it makes you upset he will be smothering you in kisses and hugs. He draws you goofy images and you I’ll send you cute little messages throughout the day. He will convince Atsushi and Kunikida to do the last remaining bits of work he has to leave early to get a few things for a pampering night ahead. He has the food, the flowers, the goofiness, and most of all the love. He manages to find some pictures from before he met you and told you the stories behind them.

Haikyuu:

Iwaizumi will pull you into his lap and just let you sit there cuddling into him with an arm around you while he does his own thing, usually work. He likes to have you in the room with him at the least but having you touching him soothes both of you the most. He will either cook a warm meal or get takeout for the both of you. He makes sure you do all the necessary things before bed to continue snuggles.

Kita would go out his way to pick some flowers himself to give them to you. He’d then make you something that his granny would make him when he’s down. He’d prefer if you were helping but would understand if you just wanted to be near him while making the food. He’d talk about his day and how the farm dog was extra helpful, he knew that would give him a little shift in your mood and maybe even your face shift into a small smile. He would 100% love bathing together. Seeing you physically relax makes him feel so much better that he can even start to describe.

Hinata is concerned and he shows it. He will do whatever in his power to get you to feel better. He will tell stories and even show you some funny pictures, usually of Kageyama looking constipated while he tries to smile. The ultimate golden retriever boyfriend. Would go out out of his way to just carry you because he can and will baby his baby. If he was out of the country or city he would be on the phone as much as possible along with sending pictures and even getting some of his teammates he knows you know to talk to you and send you silly pictures of Shoyo in practice, the more cursed the better!

Genshin Impact:

Itto will try everything from talk to you to tell you about his recent escapades to even lift random things, including you, to make you giggle! I feel like this man can only make one dish really well while others only taste decent and he will use this to his advantage. He will bring Granny Oni over too, she’s his secret weapon to help lift moods! Despite her being his secret weapon she also is doing it at his expense by telling baby Itto stories! He will pick flowers for you, doesn’t matter what type he will give you whatever one thinks would be enhanced by simply being near you.

Kazuha will play you songs or even sing. I think out of all these characters he’s most in tune with the emotions of those he holds dear. If you need him just to be near he knows before you say anything. If you want to talk he will start slowly by asking simple things like what you would like to eat and then ease into how you feel. Another King. Will let you play with his hair! Anything he can give you he will and does frequently. Loves to do crafts with you!!! His favorites are origami because sometimes you might need help and he loves to show you how.

Cyno might react one of two ways… he might go slightly rigid with annoyance if it were someone who made you feel this way but would get the detail fully before he goes out and settles it. BUT he might also just go rigid with awkwardness, he probably doesn’t have much interactions with many emotionally outside of work but he’s also a quick learner and talks to Tighnari for some help and find it’s easy to ease you once he’s confident in doing so. He likes holding your hand and rubbing gentle circles on it with his thumb while you talk about it. He’s a good listener and sometimes that’s the best but as I said he is a quick learner and will learn that sometimes talking isn’t what’s needed and it’s just his presence while you do your own things.

Dainsleif, my king. He is good at understanding and recognizing feelings, though he hates dealing with everyone but your feelings. He firmly believes honesty is the best policy even when it might not be the best to use right away. Helps get your thoughts in check and understands that his bluntness might not be the best but he slowly eases up on it. Likes to have you on his lap during the wind down of your day before bed. He is another person who would pick flowers but he knows flower language and tends to stay in the same zone with the flowers he picks. He is already getting takeout for the both of you when he picks the flowers. Before bed but after the in lap wind down he likes to pamper you by getting a bath ready for just you but he is willing to stay in the bathroom and either read to you or tell you stories.