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bandaged-writer · 5 years ago

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hi!! since requests are open- can i have jealousy hcs for dazai, ranpo, tanizaki and chuuya with an s/o who’s friendly and doesnt really catch on to flirting? :0

Dazai Osamu

➤ Dazai doesn’t get jealous easily. He trusts you all the way to his bandages and knows how long it takes you to notice that someone is flirting with you. Before the two of you became a thing, Dazai had been excessively flirting with you only and always threw compliments your way such as “Ah, those earrings really compliment the color of your eyes, belladonna!” and you’d just say “I think so, too. Thanks,” before resuming your way of life. Yosano had to tell you that Dazai was looking at you with heart eyes, trying to score a date with you for 2 weeks at that time.

➤ He watches with an amused smirk when the person flirting with you starts getting frustrated. To Dazai, it’s just funny how the person becomes more desperate and the flirting becomes blatantly obvious, yet it’s like you’re immune unless it’s Dazai that does the flirting (yes, you got better at catching his advances). Eventually, Dazai will smoothly join the scene with his hand resting on your waist and pull you close to his side.

➤ “Thank you for looking after my belladonna while I had to use the bathroom, but we’re on a date. If you’d excuse us.”

➤ However, Dazai won’t pull the playful side if the person makes you uncomfortable or uses inappropriate pick-up lines. He knows you’re just too nice to tell the person to fuck off and would rather sit through the experience than potentially anger them.

➤ You can actually see the light in his eyes fading into nothing and his voice drops an entire octave. You’d only witnessed that side of Dazai one or two times, but you will never forget the goosebumps that covered your skin. “Put those paws of yours on her and you won’t see tomorrow come.”

➤ I can see Dazai getting somewhat jealous when it’s someone you have good chemistry with and/or if there’s some kind of romantic background; like someone you’d once gone out on a date with, was partner other and such. He’d stay attached to your side all the time, but not because he doesn’t trust you; he doesn’t trust that person.

➤ While you’re happily chatting away, Dazai is extra touchy in that situation. May it be his arm around your waist, his hand on your upper thigh or gently caressing your knee underneath the table while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Ngl, he wants to fluster you a bit, just enough for it to be visible or audible. Dazai is a little shit in that situation and wants to make the person feel uncomfortable enough to leave.

➤ “Dazai, you what-?!” You’d slap his arm and blush furiously.

➤ “I don’t like the way they looked at you, my love,” Dazai would say pouting once you’re home and proceeds to suck some purple bruises into the skin of your neck, so that they wouldn’t look at you twice, again.

➤ Can and will continue if you liked what he was doing.

Ranpo Edogawa

➤ That man protects his candy better than his own life and you’re no exception. Sharing ain’t caring and he sure as hell isn’t having it when someone flirts with who belongs to him.

➤ Unlike Dazai, he can’t just watch and immediately sweeps in to stop whatever the person was about to do with both of his arms around you or you behind him. Depends on how badly it rubs Ranpo the wrong way.

➤ Yes, Ranpo’s aware of your overly friendly side and appreciated it. Even flirting with you is fun, because it takes you some time to get it and when you do, it’s the most adorable thing. However, it’s definitely not adorable when someone else tries to gauge that reaction out of you. It’s only for Ranpo to witness.

➤ “Who the hell are you?” Ranpo would say in a tone that would give away that he’s definitely jealous but quickly sigh and stop the person from answering by waving them off. “Have you ever heard of rhetorical questions? Of course, I don’t want to know who you are.”

➤ The type to deny he’s jealous and be all whiny about your accusations until you stop teasing him about it, hold his hand and reassure him. “I really look up to you, Ranpo. My eyes are always on you,” and Ranpo would deadass lose it, because that’s what you said when it was your first time joining him for a murder case and he had told you to watch him.

➤ Gets soft real fast and admits that he just doesn’t like anyone else hitting on you, saying that jealousy is indeed a lame feeling that he’s not fond of. “But you’re beautiful so I can understand, but it’s still so meh.”

➤ Pls give him a forehead kiss. He treasures them so much more than kisses on the lips, cheek, neck, etc. To Ranpo, it’s like a pinky promise.

➤ Will proudly wrap an arm around your shoulder, pull you flush to his side and wanders off to the next ice-cream shop while making walking a bit hard. According to Ranpo, ice-cream cools down heated feelings (pun intended) and it’s a great place for him to show off who’s his.

➤ Can and will use his deduction skills on that person if they’re making you uncomfortable or trying inappropriate things on you. “Ah, I see. You’ve already harassed several people and had to go to the police. Wouldn’t it be a shame if you had to get actually arrested this time?”

➤ Has that proud and wicked smirk on his face when the person gets scared and makes a run for it. Ranpo will still report them though.

Tanizaki Junichiro

➤ Jealousy-wise, he’s something between Ranpo and Dazai. It really depends on the circumstances, how the person approaches you and all.

➤ If the person treats you with respect and kindness, Tanizaki will quickly inform them that you’re taken by him. He understands that you’re naturally friendly and figures that it’s also the vibe you give off, so he can’t blame anyone for finding that attractive. Tanizaki is just relieved that the person was kind enough to understand the position they were in and even wished the two of you a nice day/date.

➤ Still holds your hand a little bit tighter, though.

➤ “Wait, did you just get jealous?” It’d hit you out of nowhere once the scene replays in your head and Tanizaki would blush ever so slightly. Maybe he was a bit jealous, but not to a high extent. He’d rather call it protective. “Ah, [Name], it’s nothing like that, I promise.”

➤ Now, y’all have seen that man protecting his sister and he protects you just as much as Naomi. Once the person is creepy and fishy, it’s game over and it’s like a switch turned within him.

➤ When you get uncomfortable and feel bothered by whoever’s flirting with you, Tanizaki takes over faster than you could ask him for help. “I don’t care who you are or what you’re trying to achieve here, but bend even a hair of hers and you’ll severely regret it.” His eyes are dull, voice firm and serious as he gets his point across.

➤ Feels genuinely jealous when you seemingly ignore him for someone else, though. None of Tanizaki’s tries of joining the conversation are successful, not even him touching your hand or being a bit more touchy than usually gains your attention. It’s then that his voice sounds a little bit more lifeless and gains your observance. “[Name], weren’t we on a date?” You know you messed up.

➤ You kindly say goodbye to whoever’s flirting with you and ask Tanizaki what’s wrong - it’s just not his kind and easily flustered self

➤ “You seemed to be having fun with them, don’t you?”

➤ “Tanizaki, they were just being nice-”

➤ Give him the puppy eyes and everything is forgiven, though. Tanizaki could never, in his entire life, be genuinely mad at you. Yes, he might be upset that you ignored him for good 5 minutes straight, but that’s it.

Chuuya Nakahara

➤ Chuuya rarely gets jealous. He puts 110% of his faith and trust in you and knows that you do the same. A relationship that’s loyal to the bone.

➤ He can stand it for a little while when e.g. Tachihara is getting a little too friendly and touchy with you. Of course, you return the gesture, believing that he’s just being nice to you and not actually flirting. After all, no one but Chuuya had ever really flirted with you or so you believed.

➤ We all know that man’s temper is as short as his height, so it wouldn’t take long for him to snatch you away from Tachihara and dump a load of work on him. “Chuuya, what is all that work for?!” Tachihara would obviously complain, not quite understanding why all of a sudden he was assigned to pretty lame jobs. Chuuya just waves him off, pulling you into his side and temper tested. “You don’t flirt with taken people. If you do, you’ll simply have to carry the consequences.”

➤ Tachihara wasn’t aware you were in a relationship with Chuuya. After all, being an executive was a lot of work, he often came home late and your paths with Chuuya didn’t cross as often as you’d like, but y’all still make it work.

➤ At that moment, Chuuya makes an effort to see you more often during the day, have you closer by his side and let people know that you’re his and his alone. He’ll then bring you along to meetings, lets you sit on his lap when it’s just paperwork he has to finish for Mori and holds your hand at the mafia headquarters.

➤ It’s not like Chuuya has never held your hand. He just never thought of it as necessary and you never complained about it either, so he assumed it was okay.

➤ Chuuya introduces you to Kouyou, knowing that word will get around faster. Now, Kouyou isn’t a woman of gossip but she will assume that Mori is aware of the relationship Chuuya shares with you and casually goes “Chuuya’s partner is pretty cute, don’t you think so, Mori-san?” and Mori stops whatever he’s doing, “You mean like a..relationship?”

➤ Mori will spread word like wildfire. Elise scolds him.

➤ “Now everyone knows you’re mine, shrimp,” Chuuya pats your head and messes up your hair affectionately. You can’t help the huff slipping your lips and look up at him with a questioning look. “Big reaction for someone so small.”

➤ “cOME HERE, YOU LITTLE-”

➤ The next day everyone knows about your relationship with Chuuya and knows better than to hit on you. Not only did Mori run his mouth, but your neck was pretty colorful and Chuuya was extra cocky that day.

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bungou-stray-dingus · 4 years ago

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I’ve just read the head cannons of Chuuya and Dazai’s bebes and I love it 🥰 can you write how they’ll react when someone kidnapped their babies and how they would get them back? QwQ

A/N : I've been gone for so long and I'm so sorry. This request and many others have laid dormant in my ask box for many many months and I'm so sorry. I went through big depression kick, and I didn't write for a while. I ended up getting laid off from my job because of the rona, and everything just felt uncertain for a while and I honestly didn't really know what to do. I slowly got back into writing, starting off with my fanfiction just to get back into the swing of it, and now I'm ready to make y'all proud and finish all the requests! I'm sorry for making you all wait so long, and I want this request and all other requests that I answer to be amazing for all of you. So, here we go! -Hopefully (still) Your Favorite Dingus

T/W : angst; kidnapping; slight mention of blood;

Osamu Dazai

Kazue was the literal light of his life, aside from you... obviously. You and his son were the center of his entire universe, he would do anything for you and his son. He made that quite known, considering how spoiled your son was already. At three years old, Dazai had already managed to buy your son everything he did, and sometimes didn't need.

Your son was a lot like his dad in the way that he liked to run off often, having you worried sick in the middle of the grocery store of mall. Dazai would often find him at the gumball machines or the tiny change eating rides in the middle of the mall. Your son hated to be confined in his stroller, and Dazai agreed that strollers were awful contraptions and that your son should be allowed to walk around.

His views quickly changed when you were out shopping for groceries one afternoon. Dazai was at work, and trying to keep your son in the shopping cart proved to be impossible, so you had agreed to let him out of the cart as long as he stayed close to you and hold your hand. You promised to get him candy if he followed those two simple rules, but thanks to Dazais relaxed parenting, your son just assumed he'd get candy no matter what. (Thanks Dazai)

You had only let go of his hand for a second, kneeling down to grab something from the bottom shelf. The last thing you heard was the small cry of "Momma!" and when you shot up and turned around he was gone. Your heart sank as you dropped the item in your hand and ran to the front of the store, asking the employees if they had seen your son, showing them the pictures in your wallet, and all of them shook their head, only able to offer their sympathies to you.

Calling your husband was the hardest part, trying to keep your voice and your hands steady as you held your phone up to your ear. The employees had already called the police for you, and they were scouring the entire store trying to look for any clue as to where your son could be.

When you had managed to tell Dazai what happened, he was on his way to the store, he didn't waste any time at all. He was furious, and at first he took his anger out on you. "I thought you were watching him!" "How could you let this happen?!" "Why would you let him go!?" He was angry and he wasn't thinking straight, but as soon as he saw how his words affected you, he quickly pulled you into a hug, peppering the top of your head with kisses. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, darling. It's not your fault."

An officer brought over Kazue's stuffed kitty cat which was a gift from Fukuzawa. He had gotten it on his first birthday and refused to part with it, he brought it with him everywhere. The sight of the kitty cat not being held by Kazue made you throw up immediately, your mind jumping to the worst possible scenario. You heard Dazai grit his teeth, his arm was wrapped around you tightly, and his grip on your shirt tightened.

The two of you race to the Agency, every other case that they had been working on is dropped instantly. Desks are cleared and pushed together to draw out a map of the entirety of Yokohama. You're sitting on one of the couches in the office, Kazue's kitten clutched against your chest, your tears soaking the top of the plushy. The light in Dazais eyes has disappeared completely, he's stern, on edge. His voice is hard but you can hear it break occasionally at the end of his sentences, especially when he says his sons name.

Ranpo and Atsushi are the main people Dazai communicates with, his voice is mixed with the constant slamming of his fists on the desk when his emotions take over completely. "Where the hell is my son!?" He shouts as he drops his head into his hands. That's the only time he'll cry, his body shaking violently. You walk over and wrap your arms around him from behind, your chin resting on his shoulder as you both sob.

Everyone had been sitting around the office quietly watching you and Dazai have your moment. They all felt hopeless, especially when Dazai had initially went to Ranpo and he didn't seem to have a clue as to where Kazue was or who had taken him. "Why... Why would anyone take him? What's the reason? I want to know a reason!" Dazai shouted, his fists once again coming down on the desk. You pulled away quickly, giving him his space to lash out. He threw everything off the desk, his head dropping into his arms that were folded against the desk and letting out a scream.

His strength was being tested, he was breaking. It killed you to see him like this, you knew that there was nothing you could do to calm him. There was nothing worse that could ever happen to him, his son was everything to him. Kazue was the reason he had stopped attempting suicide, Kazue gave him a reason to stay alive, Kazue was his life line. Dazai loved his son with every fiber of his being, and right now he not only lost his son, he lost his reason for living. If anything were to happen to your son, if the worst case scenario was the actual case, you were sure that you would lose your husband as well.

All hope had seemed lost, the sun was quickly setting over the city. Everyone was emotionally exhausted. You were curled up on the couch, your head resting on Dazai's lap, his fingers massaging your scalp. "Please, get some rest darling. You need it." He whispered to you when he saw you slowly drift to sleep only to have your eyes open quickly. You felt bad for falling asleep, knowing that your son was out there somewhere without you or his father.

You handed Dazai the stuffed kitten before rolling over and trying to get comfortable. "Here, if anything comes up.. he's gonna need his Fuwa." You said sleepily, and you heard Dazai's chuckle, it sounded like he was being choked. He sniffled as he grabbed the kitten and brought it up to his face, silently crying into it.

Ranpo stood up from his chair and made his way over to the desk, pulling the map up off the floor and laying it flat on the desk. His eyes were wide open, the soft emerald green had long since turned as hard as the gem itself. Dazai shifted you off his lap and made his way over to Ranpo, stuffing Fuwa into his coat pocket. Atsushi followed him over and they both peered over Ranpo's shoulder, looking down at the map, following where Ranpo pointed with his fingers.

"The warehouse... next to the Port. Whoever it was quick enough to be gone before Y/N could notice, but he was still able to drop his cat. That means the person was on foot, so this person would have to be somewhere close to the store so a scene wouldn't be made, but somewhere they could hide him. They're most likely expecting us to show up, they want something in return, this is a ransom kidnapping." Ranpo said and Dazai nodded, trusting him with 100% of his being. He had to be right, but Dazai also knew how some ransom situations worked out. If it took too long...

"We have to go now." Dazai growled, and Ranpo nodded, Atsushi "hmph"ing in agreement. Kunikida stood up from his chair, joining the three of them by the door.

"None of you know how to drive. Let's go." Kunikida had a soft spot for Kazue, he wanted your son home safe as much as everyone else. (Even if he thought his father was a complete dunce.)

Everyone in the office agreed to stay with you just in case you woke up before the four of them got back, and with that they all ran out the door, hopping into Kunikida's car and speeding off towards the warehouse.

When they got there, they snuck up to the doors of the warehouse. Dazai leaned his head against the door, hoping to hear something, anything that would indicate that his son was in there. His heart was beating fast, and as much as he wanted to murder someone for stealing his son in the first place, he wanted to bring Kazue home with him, bring him back to you safe and sound more than anything else.

"Momma... Daddy..." He heard the soft whimpers of his son coming from the inside of the warehouse. It sounded like he was crying and Dazai to control his urge to kick down the door right then and there. He needed to be careful so that no harm would come to his son, but the sounds of his son softly crying had him seeing red. "Pwease..." He heard his son again and his heart shattered, the sound of his son pleading with his captor had him on the verge of an anger induced emotional breakdown.

Kunikida pulled the gun from the back of his pants and silently counted down from three before they pulled the door open. All four of them had guns, refusing to let Atsushi use his ability out of fear of hurting Kazue. There was one man in the corner of the room, a gun pointed at the head of your son as he smirked up at the four men. They all stopped dead in their tracks, dropping their guns to the ground and holding their hands up in the air. "Please, don't hurt him..." Dazai choked out, his eyes locking with his son in the corner.

"Took you all long enough to show up, thought you guys were detectives. He was becoming a pain in my ass, constantly crying, asking for his mommy and daddy and his Fuwa." The man chuckled as he cocked the gun back and pointed it back at your son. "Do you know why I'm doing this? Do you know?!" The guy shouted and Kazue cried out, his arms outstretched for Dazai.

He felt like he was going to collapse, the room was spinning, he had to compose himself though, he had to stay focused. He looked to Kunikida and Atsushi, hoping the plan would work out how they had said.

Kunikida quickly bent down and grabbed his gun off the floor, firing one shot at the arm of the man, making him drop the gun. Kazue let out a shrill scream and Dazai took this moment to run over and scoop him up off the floor, holding him close against his chest. The other three ran over to the man, Atsushi and Kunikida pinned him down on the ground as Ranpo cuffed his arms behind his back.

After the police took the man away they all made their way back to the Agency building, Dazai was in the back of the car holding Kazue on his lap, rocking him back and forth as his son fell asleep in his arms. The man had been one of the criminals they had captured before Kazue was even born. He had held an entire bank and its customers hostage, but had never actually killed someone, so he was let out on good behavior recently. He had been stalking Dazai, and he found out about you and Kazue and decided that he would have his revenge for the Agency ruining his life. None of them ever found out if the man would have actually hurt Kazue, and honestly, they didn't want to know, they were all just happy that he was unharmed.

When they walked through the door and you saw Kazue being cradled in Dazais arms you fell to your knees and cried. Tanizaki and Yosano had to help you stand up, and as soon as you found your footing you ran over to Dazai. "Hi Momma!"

Dazai now sternly enforced the stroller rule, he didn't want to go through anything like that ever again.

Chuuya Nakahara

Asa was his princess and you were his queen. But his daughter, oof, if anyone even looked at his daughter wrong for crying he would kill someone. Do not test Chuuya when it comes to his child. He would kiss the ground that she crawls on, he loves her so much.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think his office was a shrine dedicated to her and you. There were framed pictures of you and her, and sometimes the three of you hung on his wall, propped up on his desk and coffee table, pretty much any surface that could have pictures, they were covered.

She had just celebrated her first birthday, she was learning how to walk which Chuuya would not shut up about. If there was ever a moment to talk about his daughter he would. The Mafia members had all learned to just deal with it, knowing that if they looked agitated about the constant talk of his daughter they would either be demoted or have their asses kicked.

"Does she really have to start sleeping in her own room? She's got a crib in our room, I don't see the problem." Chuuya whispered to you from the couch as you made your way into the room opposite of yours and his. She had an entire nursery that was practically unused due to protective parenting. He really didn't see a reason in having her in a completely different room when it was so much easier to have her in yours and his room. If she woke up, he could get her immediately and get her back to sleep in the bed between the two of you.

When you came out of the bedroom you sat with him on the couch, his arm habitually wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer. He turned down the television so he could hear the monitor clearly. "If she gets too used to sleeping with us in our room, she'll never want to sleep in her own room. She's not that much further. You're spoiling her, honey." He groaned and you stifled your laughter, propping yourself up to press a quick peck to his cheek. "We should try to get some rest while she's sleeping. Come on."

The two of you laid in your bed, he held you close against his chest while you traced hearts against his bare chest with your finger. "I don't know why she has to sleep in her own room now though. She's only a year old. She's still my baby. I feel better having her close." He sighed, adjusting his free hand behind his head as he turned to look over at the video monitor, the corner of his lips twitching up slightly as he watched his daughter sleep peacefully in her crib.

"You're scared of her growing up. She's turned you into a big softy. You know, she's gonna keep growing."

"Don't say that. She's only one." He pulled his arm out from underneath you and ran his hands over his face. He hated thinking of her getting bigger, growing older. The thought of her not being the adorable, babbling baby that waddled over to the door whenever he walked in with open arms was enough to make him almost cry. ALMOST.

"You know... we can have more..." You said almost too seductively as you peppered kisses across his shoulders. It was supposed to be a joke, but he didn't take it as such. He wouldn't mind one or two more little princesses or princes teetering around the house.

The two of you thoroughly tired each other out, the night seemed to be going perfectly. Asa hadn't woken up yet, and this was the first time the two of you had been able to be intimate in that way since she had reached the eight month mark. You fully blamed Chuuya for that though, he had spoiled her so much, but he didn't seem to mind it at the time. Now he seemed to be convinced that having her in a separate room wasn't such a bad thing.

Everything was silent, the only sound was the crickets chirping outside and the occasional sound of a car passing by in the distance. That would shortly come to an end though, the sound of glass breaking and Asa's blood curdling scream coming from both the monitor and the room across the hall had jolted you and Chuuya from your peaceful slumber. You grabbed the monitor off the nightstand and Chuuya ordered you to stay in bed as he ran out of the room and into Asa's room. You knew though, it was too late as you saw the cloaked man who was holding your daughter jump out of the window just as the door flew open and Chuuya came into view on the screen.

"NO! Son of a BITCH!" His screeching voice was just as loud as your daughters cries had been and you dropped the monitor into your lap on the bed as the realization hit you. This wouldn't have happened if you had just listened to Chuuya, if you had let her sleep in your bedroom as she always had. He ran back into the room, flicking the lights on as he went over to the closet and quickly got dressed.

"This... this is my fault... if I would have listened..." You said, not able to face your him at all. He turned to face you, sighing as he tried to calm his nerves. He was already fully dressed, ready to hunt down and murder the asshole who had the nerve to take HIS daughter. He made his way around the bed to the side you were on, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you softly.

"Don't you even dare blame yourself. I'm gonna get her back. I need you to stay here though, I can't have you getting hurt." You knew what he meant. The way that he felt right now, this would probably turn into an all out war, and if you were in the wrong place at the wrong time you could end up injured. You nodded slowly, kissing him one last time before he ran out of the room and out the front door.

He barely gave the car time to start up before slamming his foot down on the gas pedal, peeling out of the parking spot and speeding down the street. His vision was blurry as the tears started to stream out of his eyes, he was only able to keep his composure long enough to hopefully make you feel better. Now that he was alone he had hurdled the thin line between lashing out and having a complete mental and emotional breakdown.

The only thing keeping him from getting into a severe car accident was knowing that he had to stay alive to save Asa. Although he couldn't see where he was going through his clouded vision, he had dedicated the route to muscle memory, and he could luckily see faint streaks of red and green lights indicating braking cars and traffic lights.

When he got to the headquarters he got some questionable stares from the guards, it was three o'clock in the morning, considerably late, or maybe early, to be coming into work. When they attempted to speak to him he couldn't even mumble out a "fuck off" through his sobs. He raced up the stairs, not having the patience to deal with waiting for the elevator to get him up to the floor he needed to be on.

He stormed into Mori's office, and, not unlike his boss, he found him sitting at his desk, his hands folded under his chin as he stared down at the papers in front of him. "They said you'd be on your way up. What's wrong Chuuya?" Mori asked, motioning to the armchair in front of his desk. Chuuya didn't want to sit though, so he strode over to the desk, slamming the note that had been left in Asa's room down in front of Mori. "What is this?" Mori asked, grabbing the note between his gloved fingers and unfolding it.

"He got my Asa. I'm gonna fucking kill him!" Chuuya screamed, remembering the words that had been carefully scripted out on the thick note paper.

"For the beautiful woman who was murdered by one of your own. I shall avenge her. An eye for an eye. -H"

He knew exactly who "H" was, and he knew exactly who the beautiful woman was that he was speaking of. What he didn't understand was why he would target his family, his daughter to get back at the Mafia for what had happened. Chuuya hadn't even taken part in the situation that had sparked this outcome, so it made absolutely no sense to him.

"Chuuya, you need to stay calm. Asa is loved dearly by everyone here, I will get together everyone needed to find her." Chuuya found his bosses strange sense of composure to be infuriatingly irritating.

"How could I possibly stay calm!?" Chuuya shouted, he wanted to lash out, he wanted to go off on someone, anyone.

"I would feel the same way if it was my darling Elise who had been taken." Mori said, but that was a mistake. Chuuya sighed, exasperated. He was pacing the floor, but when Mori had the audacity to utter those words, he punched the wall that he was closest to, leaving a large hole.

"She's your god damn ability! You wouldn't understand half of what I was feeling because this is my actual fucking DAUGHTER! So don't tell me I need to stay calm!" Chuuya screamed, the tears seemed to flow endlessly, staining his cheeks as they ran down to his chin, hanging on for only a second before splashing down onto the hard wood floors. Mori didn't argue back, he knew that Chuuya was emotionally unstable right now, so he just nodded in agreement.

"So what is it that you need me to do?" He asked, the phone already in his hand as his fingers hovered over the dial.

"Get everyone here..." Chuuya muttered before finally crashing down in the armchair. His sobs had eventually become choked off, and he was left shaking in the chair, his arms wrapped tightly around his chest as he tried to hold himself together.

Everyone had filed into the office, some of them looked agitated, others looked tired and pissed off that they had been woken up, but when they saw Chuuya's current state they knew that something was wrong. His usual smug, cocky smirk seemed to have been erased, the only emotion that was left to be read on his face was pain.

Chuuya didn't need to say much, no one needed a thorough explanation to jump into action. Asa was the one beacon of light that graced the walls of the Mafia headquarters whenever Chuuya brought her in. She had even managed to make Akutagawa crack a small smile when she had burped in Chuuya's face and then spit up on his freshly laundered coat.

Around five o'clock in the morning he got a call from you. He answered it quickly, and it broke his heart to hear how distraught you were. "H-Hi honey... It's almost time for her bottle. She'll need to eat soon, and she'll need to be changed, and and and... god, please tell me you've found her..." You were a mess, and he could only imagine how much harder it was for you to be there in your home, surrounded by all of her things but not her.

"Not yet... but I swear, I'm gonna bring her home to you, okay? Trust me." He needed you to trust him, because right now all hope seemed lost. There was no possible leads as to where the jackass could be keeping her, nobody knew where to find the guy.

"It's... It's so quiet... please bring her home." You whispered out between broken sobs, he heard you try to swallow back the lump that had been building in your throat. He could only nod, giving you a small hum as an answer.

After you had hung up, whispering out a solemn "I love you." Before ending the call he was right back at it. He was dead set on catching this guy today. Not only had he stolen away his daughter, but he had destroyed his wife, his love... This man had crossed a line and he was going to pay for it.

"Oi, Chuuya. Look, at the bottom of the note." Tachihara said, he had the note close up to his face, his eyes squinting as he focused on the tiny scrawling at the bottom of the page. Chuuya ran over and snatched the paper out of his hands, walking over to the large window to try to shine some light onto the paper and see the writing clearer.

"For fucks sake, they're coordinates! They were here the entire time!" Chuuya was seething now, this must have been a sick game to that man. Chuuya grabbed his coat off the back of the chair and headed for the door, but he was stopped by Mori who placed a hand on his chest.

"This might be a trap, how do you know it's not?" Mori said and there was a soft murmur of agreement from the group of people that were standing around.

"Does it matter!? She could be there and that's all that matters!" Chuuya screamed, the tears that threatened to spill were stinging his eyes. The fact that they thought he cared about his own safety as this moment was almost laughable, he would have laughed if his throat didn't feel like it was closing in on itself. "If you're so fucking worried than I'll take Akutagawa..." This is all his fault anyway, isn't it? Akutagawa was the one who had murdered the woman who he was avenging, so he might as well come along.

Chuuya pulled the coordinates up on his phone and it pinpointed a building that seemed on the map to be rundown and abandoned. A princess like Asa didn't belong in a place like that, it made him sick to even imagine his beautiful, precious daughter in such a desolate area. He growled as the directions read that it would take an hour and a half, maybe two hours to get there.

He would make it in half the time though. He could give a shit less about traffic rules, and if the cops even dared to try to stop him on his mission, the wrath of Hell and Chuuya would be brought down upon them. He sped down the streets, winding through traffic like it was nothing. He didn't speak a word to Akutagawa, and Akutagawa knew not to talk to him right now either. Chuuyas mind was a frenzy, a whirlwind of emotions. A mixture of anger, depression, rage, and heartache, and all of those emotions were just simmering.

The devil himself wouldn't be able to stomach what Chuuya planned on doing to the man who took his daughter from him.

He made it there in record time, the drive only took fifty five minutes, an hour tops to get there. The entire drive, Chuuya's eyes would glance in the windshield mirror, looking back at the empty car seat, hoping that it would soon be filled with his perfect little bundle of joy to be brought home.

Chuuya kicked the door in and his eyes immediately zeroed in on the trail of blood droplets on the floor. His heart sank while his stomach rose, he tried to control his dry heaving as horrid images and scenes filled his mind. "Remember his ability, it uses blood." Akutagawa said sternly, trying to keep Chuuya from losing it completely already.

They followed the trail up a case of stairs that seemed like a safety hazard, and Chuuya hated to think that his daughter was in this place at all. It wasn't safe enough for her to be in, she could get hurt at any point. This place needed to be demolished as soon as he got her out of here. He would do it himself if the city didn't want to.

The blood stopped in front of a door, and as soon as Chuuya heard the soft whimpering of his daughter behind the door he kicked it in. She was sitting in a small dingy playpen in the corner of the room, and Akutagawa had to hold Chuuya back to keep him from running straight for her.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? SHE'S RIGHT THERE!" Chuuya shouted, alerting his daughter to his presence. She pulled herself up on the rails of the playpen, stomping her feet to show him that she was becoming impatient.

"This might be the trap. We need to be careful." Akutagawa hissed, and Chuuya knew he was right. He sighed and peaked into the room, scanning it entirely to make sure it was empty before stepping in. Akutagawa followed close behind, Rashomon creating a shield around himself and Chuuya as they made their way over to Asa.

As soon as Chuuya got close enough he pulled her out of the playpen, holding her tight against his chest. He breathed her in, finding instant comfort in the smell of the all too familiar baby lotion and lavender shampoo that you used for her nightly baths. "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting, princess. My beautiful baby girl, daddy loves you so much." He cooed to her, but just as things seemed to be going flawlessly, a loud scream escaped her tiny rose petal lips.

A hail of what seemed like bullets were fired across the room, and one of them managed to hit her leg. Chuuya held onto his composure long enough to check her leg, it had just skimmed by, but it was enough to make her bleed and to make her cry. He was trembling, all of his emotions had formed into one cluster fuck of pure, unfiltered rage. He passed Asa over to Akutagawa and ordered him to leave the room through his teeth. Akutagawa didn't bother to argue, instead wrapping Rashomon around himself and Asa completely and running out of the room and down the stairs.

Chuuyas teeth were barred as the man stepped out from the darkest shadow of the room. He didn't have time to speak before Chuuya charged at him, tackling him to the ground and pummeling him with his bare hands, the force of his ability behind each and every punch would leave the man unrecognizable. He was going to kill him, he wanted to kill him, but the vibration of his phone in his pocket made him stop. He pulled his phone out and when he saw it was you it brought him back to reality, the reality that his daughter was waiting for him, and you were still at home waiting for him to bring her home.

He answered it, holding his phone between his ear and shoulder as he wiped the blood of the man off his hands. "Did you find her? Tell me you found her!" Your voice was hoarse, he knew that you hadn't stopped crying. He couldn't keep you waiting any longer, you deserved to hold Asa in your arms as well.

"We'll be home in an hour or two." He said, and it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders when he heard your sigh of relief at his words.

Two Months Later

Chuuya was propped up on the floor, his head resting in his open palm as he bounced Asa's plush horse across the floor, making the horse noises as he did so. The sound of Asa's laughter was music to his ears, and her wide smile was just as beautiful as she flaunted her newly sprouted bottom two teeth. She crawled across the floor towards Chuuya who quickly lifted her up in the air. "Airplane Asa coming in for the landing!" He said playfully as he lowered her down to her his face and pressed a quick kiss to her nose.

His head shot up as he heard the bedroom door open. You had your hands behind your back, and the wide smile that spread across your face when you saw him made his heart flutter. He sat up, his back against the couch now, Asa on his lap attempting to imitate her fathers horse sounds as she bounced the plush horse across her lap. "What's up, baby?" Chuuya asked, wondering what could possibly be behind your back.

You moved your hands to the front, holding the white stick between two fingers and smiling down at him. "Congratulations, daddy."

a/n : I hope you enjoyed my first request after my ridiculously long hiatus. Again, I apologize for being gone so long, but I can't wait to start working on all the requests that are in my inbox. I love you all!

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animepreferences · 5 years ago

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P R E F E R E N C E # 3 - D R U N K S H E N A N I G A N S

A K U T A G A W A

“If you ever return her to me in less than perfect condition again...Well, Y/N, wouldn’t really appreciate me finishing that statement. Just don’t let it happen again. Understood?” The seriousness that his face illustrated was even more frightening than the inflection in his voice. The two friends nodded in agreement, unable to muster up the words and courage to apologize again. Furthermore, they thought it might be better to not say anything at all at this point. Which is why after a few awkward seconds they began to back away slowly before scurrying down the porch, almost tripping over each other to get back in their car. Aku could hardly hide his chuckle as he turned to enter the house where he could hear you fumbling around in the kitchen. “Now, what am I supposed to do with you?” He muttered to himself, amusement flitting to his face. “I’m so hungry.” You pouted, arms crossed, lip jutted out. “Did your mean friends not even feed you?” Aku inquired, beginning to pull out a pan and fill it with water. “No. They took me straight home. They knew you’d probably be mad and they didn’t want to make matters worse by getting me home later. I think they’re frightened by you.” Akutagawa couldn’t help but to smirk at this, turning the heat on the stove as he began to prepare your very late dinner. “Smart friends. How does ramen sound? The carbs will be good for you, soak up some of that alcohol.” Aku explained, biting his lip to avoid the smile that was fighting it’s way through. You had curled yourself around his backside, your arms wrapping tight around his waist. He could feel your warm cheek pressing to his shoulder blade, your hot breath sending internal shivers down his spine. He was so thankful you couldn’t hear his thoughts, let alone see his face; he was completely smitten by you and it was particularly hard to control when you were acting like this. “Mmmm. Sounds good. Though, Aku, would you mind giving me a kiss first please?” He rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. Sober Y/N was never this forward. “Of course,” Turning around to embrace you in a tight hug, he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, electricity shooting all over his body in an invigorating frenzy. Your hands found their way to knot in his hair, his hands slipping to your lower back. Unlike most of your kisses that were typically very controlled and romantic, this one was wild and unpredictable. He almost let out a moan when you bit down on his lip, granting entrance for his tongue, your hand trailing down his chest slowly...“That’s enough for now.” Aku breathed, trying to recover from the whirlwind his head was currently in. “Woah,” you agreed, almost losing your footing as you stumbled backward. Aku was just in time to catch you in his arms, steadying you before leading you to a bar stool, forcing you to sit and rest. As he cooked your food, he couldn’t help but to thank the lucky stars that he could do this; that he could take care of you and be a good partner. It was a great feeling for him, being able to do this, knowing that he could be there for you when you needed. That is until he looked up and noticed you had already passed out there, head slumped in your arms. “You drunk little fox,” were his last words before draping a blanket over your shoulders while he finished cooking.

D A Z A I

“Careful, my love.” Dazai chided softly, his arms reaching to steady you after he threw an oversize t-shirt on the bed for you, as you fumbled to get your heels off. “Allow me,” He smiled politely, lifting you gracefully so that you were sitting promptly on the bed now. You both had just gotten home from a celebration party with the agency and you had ingested one too many glasses of champagne. “There you go,” He sighed, chucking your shoes behind him before massaging your swollen ankles. He never really understood why you wore such poor choices in shoes when they hurt you the way they did, but he couldn’t deny how irresistible your legs looked when you wore them. Then again, you looked irresistible all of the time to him. “Dazaiiiiiiiii, help!” you whined, scratching at your back trying to unzip your own dress. It took Dazai a moment to pick up on your endeavors, the soft kisses he was peppering on your ankles halting. “Of course, yes.” Dazai obliged, scurrying from the ground to join you on the bed. Slowly unzipping the back of your dress, Dazai tried his best to be a perfect gentlemen, failing miserably as he took in your nude back, clad in only your matching bra and panty set, lust twinkling in his eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat, letting out an exhale as he stared at the ceiling desperately trying to distract himself. ‘She’s drunk, she’s drunk, she’s drunk’, Dazai chanted to himself internally, trying his best not to touch what he so badly wanted to. “Much better.” You stated, standing to your feet, allowing the dress to drop around your ankles, leaving you nude right before his eyes. “Yes, indeed.” He bit his lip, his brain clouded when you walked over to him on the bed and straddled him. Fingers running through his shaggy locks, you leaned in and began to kiss him on the mouth with vehemence and passion. Dazai was shocked at your newfound confident nature, but wasn’t about to argue it as he reciprocated with the same fire and energy. Arms wrapping around your waist, he pulled you even closer deepening the kiss as he slipped his tongue in your mouth while you were attempting to catch your own breath. Untangling your fingers from his hair, your hands reached to unclaspe your bra clumsily. That’s when it all clicked for him. His head had been so full of excitement, that it took him a quick second to remember what was really happening. He could taste the alcohol on your breath, see the disconnect in your eyes; you weren’t all there. This was wrong. “Belladonna, I love you and I typically love when you try to undress yourself, but this isn’t right. You’re not all here at the moment unfortunately and I can’t in good concience do anything with you without your full, sober consent.” He spoke slowly so you would understand, but you only let out a huge puff of unsastisfied air in response. “This is me giving you my consent,” You leaned in for a kiss, but Dazai intercepted kissing your forehead instead, forcing your arms up as he tugged the oversized t-shirt over your head. “Y/N. You know we can’t.” Dazai reasoned, pulling the covers back as he pat the open space beside him. “But I can hold you until you fall asleep? How does that sound?” His words were like melting honey. How could you deny that even if you were drunk? You were never one to turn down Dazai cuddles. Collapsing against his chest, you let out a small ‘hmph’ in a disatisfied pout, trying to ignore how good his arms felt around your body. “I know I’m no fun, but I love you very much.” He said after a moment. You had attempted to say it back, but the drunkness was already taking over and you were already growing very tired. He laughed at your attempt nonetheless and smoothed your hair back lovingly. “You sure are a riot when you drink.” Were his last words before allowing him to fall asleep with you happily in his arms.

C H U U Y A

You had gone completely silent. Chuuya thought you had simply fallen asleep because typically car rides did that for you when you were drunk. Furthermore, he didn’t think much of it. That is until he heard the sniffling. And the fidgeting. And the ragged breathing. “Y/F/N.” He would say calmly, sneaking a glance over your way. He could already tell just by looking at you that you were trying to hide your face from him. You were an emotional drunk and you were definitely crying. “Y/N. Look at me,” He would demand, grabbing your hand in his and kissing your knuckles gently. Chuuya had witnessed this on so many occasions that he had grown desensitized to your overdramatic actions while under the influence. In fact, it was one of his favorite things to talk and joke about the next day because he knew it was simply just the alcohol taking its toll. That didn’t mean, however, he still wasn’t going to bust his ass to at least try and cheer you up. Your smile was priceless to him after all. “Baby, why are you crying?” He would sigh as you finally peaked at him through your hair. “Because I just-I just-I just love you so much, Chuuya!” You would gasp in between hysterical sobs, your crying becoming progressively louder as you threw your fists over your eyes. “You don’t even know how hot you are, it’s awful. I just want to kiss your stupid face all of the time.” You wailed miserably. Chuuya was quiet for a moment and then suddenly he broke out into a loud guffaw. Were you seriously crying over how much you loved him? And how hot you thought he was? Oh, how he was going to LOVE to remind you of this in the morning. Mortified wouldn’t even begin to touch on it. “And now you’re-you’re laughing at me! Do you not love me back anymore? That would suck a lot.” This made him laugh even harder, though he was making a genuine effort to calm down to comfort you even if you were being ridiculous. “My sweet, silly, beautiful girl. If only you knew how much I really loved you. Words cannot even begin to make a dent on the love I have for your very drunken self.” The car came to a halt as he pulled up to your shared apartment, turning to look at you with complete sincerity. “Why are you laughing then?” You would ask timidly, your tears now drying against your puffy cheeks. “Because It’s funny to me that you would even have to consider asking me if I still love you. I will always love you till my last breath and so on. Of course, I love you. I’ll scream it and wake up the entire neighbor hood if you want me to,” He offered opening his car door and slamming it before coming to the passenger side to get you. When you didn’t budge, he cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Well, aren’t you going to tell the neighbors?” He rolled his eyes, lifting up your unwiling body as he kicked the door shut with his foot. Oh, how he loved his very stubborn girlfriend. “I really do love you Y/N. More than I’ve ever loved anything in my life.” He soothed you, kissing the space in between your eyes as he walked you through the threshold of your apartment. “I love you Chuuya.”

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send-allmyloving · 5 years ago

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Hey there! I looove your blog and I was hoping if you can write a jealous (S/o) with Chuuya back when he was a sheep member? How Yuan keeps wrapping her arms around his every time she sees them two together alone?

Hi hiiii this is cute! Thank you for the ask! And thank you so much for the support 💕

Chuuya with s/o who is jealous of Yuan

You and Chuuya had met up in the arcade once again, like every other Friday night. Although you were a mafia member along with Dazai, you had made acquaintance with Chuuya during one of your missions, and despite his instant disapproval of your friend, he was quite literally entranced by your presence the first time he saw you; he just had to know more about you.

And so here you were, both of you being the best of friends, playing your usual round of games together, in which you would... usually win, much to Chuuya’s displeasure.

“Come ON! That’s cheating!!” Chuuya yelled, frustratedly slamming his fists onto the controls while you cackled delightedly at his defeat.

“Sorry Chuu~ the world works in wondrous ways, and unfortunately, it’s on my side this time!” You feigned a disappointed sigh before smirking triumphantly in his face.

He groaned, face-planting onto the controls. You snickered and got up from your seat, springing onto his back while continuing to tease him in a sing-song voice.

“Oh shut up (Name)! I swear I was gonna win that won, I just got.. distracted!” Chuuya grumbled, slightly shoving you off his back.

“Sure you were, whatever helps you sleep at night Chuuya,” you grinned, poking his forehead.

“Ok that’s it--” the redhead started, before standing up to scoop you up in his arms as you yelped.

“Oi! Nakahara! Put me down right this instant!” You demanded, slapping his chest.

“No can do, bud. You brought this on yourself. Now prepare yourself for...” he started to lean in, pursing his lips as he “threatened” to kiss you.

“Ack!! Get away!” You screeched as you batted at his face, Chuuya victoriously laughing at your disgust.

“You’re a dick” you said, glaring at him before proceeding to fake a gag in feigned disgust at his previous actions.

“You know it!” he jeered, still holding you up in his arms. “But ya know... I would have crushed you into the ground if you were Dazai. Consider yourself lucky.”

“Shut up.”

“Chuuya-senpai!” A foreign voice called out. You both froze, looking at each other with widened eyes. You struggled out of his grasp before you both turned and faced two other members of the Sheep, whom you had no idea about. But your annoyance grew when you turned your attention to the source of the obnoxious voice-- a young girl with loose pink hair, part of it pinned up to the side in a circle. Yuan. She was quite an annoyance for you and Chuuya, always coming and linking an arm around his when she saw you alone together, sending a menacing glance your way. As much as Chuuya and you were friends, and as much as you knew it would be just another inconvenience to develop that relationship into something more, and especially with a member of the Sheep, of all other organizations, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit....

Jealous.

Another boy, around Chuuya’s age and slightly taller, with silver-blue hair followed behind.

“Yuan? What are you and Shirase doing here?” Chuuya asked, clearly looking annoyed that you two had been interrupted.

“You’ve been disappearing pretty frequently, we wanted to know if you were up to anything suspicious,” the boy, Shirase, said matter-of-factly. His eyes move to you. “Who’re they? A mafioso?”

Chuuya looked back at you, a glow of sympathy in his blue eyes. “They're just a friend,” tearing his eyes off of you only to look back at the Sheep members standing before him. “What’s it to you if I’m off with someone else, having fun?” he snapped, clear irritation present in his rough voice.

“But Chuuya-senpai~ We just wanna make sure you’re not messing around with anybody who might hurt you!” Yuan whined, shoving herself in between you and the redhead to cling onto his arm.

That again. God, she was so annoying.

Chuuya looked down at her, exasperated “How are they gonna hurt me? Did you forget about my power or something?”

“I don’t mean that silly... I meant... traitors, you know? People who backstab you?” Yuan said slyly, giving you a once-over, repulsion evident in her eyes. Chuuya raised his eyes to you, eyes widening as he saw your troubled expression.

That girl... what a bitch.

You cleared your throat, trying to seem unbothered by her subtle advances as you looked away, hands tightened into fists inside your coat pocket.

“(Name)-san? (Name)-san~ Where are you?” another voice called out, this one more playful and definitely familiar.

“Dazai-san?” You rose your eyes in surprise at his presence as you saw him scan around the arcade. His eyes found yours, and a smile danced upon his face as he strode towards you.

“Oh? Are we having a little standoff over here? Chuuya~ Are you causing trouble for our dear (Name)-san?”

“Shut up, shitty Dazai. I didn’t expect these guys to come here,” Chuuya snapped, subtly shrugging Yuan off his arm.

“It’s fine, Dazai. Let’s go,” you said sharply, yanking the sleeve of Dazai’s shirt as you marched out of the arcade.

“Oh-- (Name)-san? Wha--” Dazai didn’t get to finish his sentence before getting pulled away from the group.

And Chuuya... was seething with rage.

Why the hell did he have to have his moment ruined by a bunch of buffoons, and then see his best friend (and crush) walk out on him arm in arm with his enemy? Was the world seriously against him today?

Chuuya sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. Now he had to worry about how the hell he was going to apologize to you.

“What is your problem you guys? Can’t I have a little time to myself to be with my friend? I already have an entire mission for us to take care of, for fuck’s sake!” Chuuya snarled, glowering at the both of them.

“But Chuuya--” Yuan started, a perplexed expression written onto her face as she looked on at him.

“Just shut up, both of you!” Chuuya yelled, storming out of the arcade.

You and Dazai were sitting on the terrace of the Mafia headquarters. You had thrown your coat into your room out of anger, but Dazai had offered you to come up to the terrace with him to accompany his smoke break, and you had accepted in an attempt to get your mind off of today, and... you had left your coat. So here you were, slightly shivering from the chilly Yokohama air as you sat alongside Dazai, watching him blow puffs of cigarette smoke out of his mouth.

“Cold?” Dazai asked, curious brown eyes finding yours as he casually threw his coat around your shoulders before leaning back against the wall once more.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, pulling the coat further around you as you stared absentmindedly at your toes.

“So what’s up?” Dazai asked, tapping out the ashes against the concrete, adjusting his position so he was looking at you.

“...You already know,” you sighed, turning to face him. “I just... that girl fucking bothers me. I don’t know what she has against me but... here we are, I guess.”

“Tell me about it,” Dazai sighed, lighting a new cigarette. “As much as I hate the chibi, it pisses me off seeing how much they use him to their advantage. So fucking greedy....” He leaned his head far back so it touched the wall behind him, looking up at the setting sky as it turned from orange to pink.

“It’s not just that, Dazai,” you gave him a look. He looked back at you, and the realization hit him. He smirked.

“So why don’t you just tell chibi-san that you’re jealous?”

“Shut the hell up,” you groaned, punching him in the arm.

“Ow! Was I wrong though?!” he whined, rubbing his sore arm. You packed a good punch when you felt like it. “But seriously, when are you just gonna tell him how you feel? It’s really obvious how much you like him, you know.”

You exhaled, bringing a hand to your head to massage your temples. “I seriously don’t know anymore. But you’re right. I should just... cut to the chase and tell him straight up.”

Dazai smiled. He ruffled your hair. “That’s what I like to hear! So when are you gonna tell him?”

You shrugged. “At our next visit?”

He scoffed. “Come on (Name)-san. Do you really think he’s gonna think you both are gonna meet up as usual after what went down today?”

You bit your lip. “I mean... you’re right but... ugh, I don’t know!” you groaned, head thudding back against the wall. “How am I gonna ask him to just... meet me tomorrow?”

Dazai chuckled. “Hey, you’re friends with me. I’ve got you covered,” he said, grinning as he gestured to his phone. “I’ll text him where to meet you, and you just go there. Got it?”

You let out a heavy sigh, resting your head on your knees. “Fine. Whatever you say, Dazai.”

Chuuya was relieved, yet panting as he walked up to the steps of the Port Mafia headquarters. He had to resolve things with you as soon as he could, and if that meant literally putting his life on the line by possibly trespassing into a criminal organization's lair? Then so be it. He’d do anything for you. He was... dare he say it, sort of in love with you, if he was being honest. But anyway, he knew it wasn’t like you were going to like him back. You had Dazai. That should be enough for you, right?

But even so, he didn’t want to lose you no matter what. You were the only true friend that he ever had, and he didn’t want to lose the only person he ever actually cared about.

So he was just about to crash down the locked entrance before he saw a familiar figure wandering past the front of the headquarters.

It was you.

The next moments were all a blur. One moment he was at the entrance, and the next he was holding you in his arms oh so tightly.

And you were in so much shock you could barely move.

“(Name),” he whispered, burying his nose into your hair and inhaling your comforting scent.

“Chuu...?”

He swallowed, pulling back to look at you, his sapphire eyes on the brink of tears.

You stared back at him, your eyes softening. "I... I was going to meet you tomorrow--"

“I’m really sorry about today. I never thought of you as someone who would stab me in the back, I trust you so much and you mean so much to me and I--”

“--Chuuya--”

“--just don’t want to lose you, you’re literally the only person I ever actually cared for and I just... I just don’t know what--”

“--Chuuya--”

He couldn’t bring himself to stop. The words plummeted out of his mouth like a waterfall.

“--I’d do without you, please please don’t be mad at me I’m so fucking sorry and I know it’s shitty and you don’t have to forgive me but just please--”

“Chuuya!” You cupped his cheeks, pulling him out of his tangent and forcing him to look into your gorgeous eyes. “Listen to me! This isn’t your fault. I just... yeah, that girl was a bitch to me and all, but it’s not your fault, okay? And even with that... I was jealous. I just got mad at her and all and I stormed off, I should be the one to say sorry to you,” you said softly, stroking his cheek and taking off one of your hands to brush the strands of ginger hair that had fallen into his face.

Chuuya’s eyes widened. Was this...?

“I wouldn’t have dreamed of leaving you anyway. I...” you took a deep breath, “I’m in love with you, Chuuya. I’ve felt so strongly for you since the start. And you probably don’t feel the same but... I would never want to lose you over something so stupid and silly as this, okay? I’ll always be at your side,” you whispered to him, smiling warmly, a few teardrops clustering around your lashes.

Chuuya tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you closer than ever. He dipped his nose to yours, lips brushing against yours in a soft kiss. He pulled back only slightly, your breaths mingling together, the kiss still lingering on your lips. He tasted like candy.

“I love you too, (Name). So much...” he murmured, kissing your head as one hand wandered to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Come with me,” you said, looking deep into his blue eyes. “I want to be with you more. And... I know those people you’re with aren’t making you happy, Chuu. I want you to be happy... and I want you to be safe. So...” you leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss against his nose. “Come with me.”

He smiled softly down at you, squeezing your hand in reassurance.

“I will.”

// I hope you enjoy this anon! Sorry that it’s soooo long lololol I had to think out this plot sdjfdjsksfd

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midnight-strays · 5 years ago

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His Fault (Part Two)

Knee; meet stomach. Fist; meet jaw. Do try to get along. You could feel bile rising up in your throat, but not wanting to lose what you had eaten, you swallowed, leaving a burning sensation in the back of your throat and a bad taste in your mouth that was quickly overtaken by the taste of blood. “You fucked everything up again. That’s all you ever do these days,” the man standing over you sneered, kicking your arms out from under you so your upper body would drop to the ground without the support. Just managing to save your face from the concrete by landing on your elbow, your glared up at him. “If I hadn’t done it, everyone would have died. Yourself included,” you explained yourself, spitting blood onto the floor, getting a little onto his shoe. Growling, you were suddenly sent backwards by a powerful kick to the face. It was a miracle that nothing was broken. “Now listen here you little bitch. I call the shots around here and you will fucking respect me. It is your fault the mission failed, your fault that you’re beaten on the ground now so shut up and take it.”

You stared down at the ground, jaw aching terribly and bound to be bruising already. ‘Your fault’. It wasn’t your fault. You heard the door open and from the corner of your eyes, you saw a familiar pair of boots. Chuuya. ‘Your fault’. No- he left you. You didn’t tell him to leave, you didn’t hint for him to leave. He just left. Chuuya stood there quietly, watching on in silence to see what you would do. He needed to speak to you, but he was not to interfere with these beatings. Mori forbade it. ‘Your fault’. It wasn’t your fault Chuuya wasn’t allowed to help you. It was his fault. ‘Your fault’. You lifted your head, finally looking up at the ginger man who stood about five meters away from you and his eyes held a simple question. ‘What are you going to do about it?’

“I fucking hate him! Why did he have to come here?! Why can’t he just kill himself already?” You cried out, pulling at your hair while Chuuya adjusted his hat on his head, then brushing off any dirt on his jacket from when he dropped it on the ground. By now, Dazai was definitely long gone, getting the information he needed. “I don’t want to suffer anymore Chuuya. He’s ruined my life. I was fucking happy and he had to go and fuck everything up!” You sobbed, wiping your eyes desperately to rid of your tears. Stepping up to you, Chuuya gave his jacket one last shake before setting it over your shoulders. “He’s here because he can be. You suffer because you allow it. So, what are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do about it? This couldn’t continue on like this. If it continued, it would only end in two similar ways. They’d kill you or you’d kill yourself. You weren’t going to allow this to continue. You couldn’t allow this to continue. Your thoughts were cut off as a boot jabbed into your stomach out of the blue. You tried to suck in a breath out of surprise- you had really been that lost in thought- only to choke and for your lunch to finally come up and spill onto the floor. Not as much as you had thought though. You managed to keep the rest down but trembled pathetically all the same.

You glance back up at Chuuya who had taken a step back and held a grimace on his face. You could practically read his mind. ‘Ew’. Yeah, you felt that way too. You were pretty sure your throat was slowly decaying thanks to how often you threw up these days. Maybe you should just stop eating? No… No! No, this wasn’t going to continue, remember? You were going to make it all stop. “Get up.” It would all be over soon. You were strong. You would make your status known again. You would return to your rightful place on the Port Mafia food chain. “I said get up!”

Swallowing, you slowly pushed yourself up, earning pathetic ‘praise’ for doing so. You brought your hand up, using the back of your hand to wipe away the spit, blood and vomit on your lips before turning around to face those beating you. You watched as they looked you up and down, struggling to stand up straight, looking weaker than ever and unaware- oh so unaware- of what was running through your head. “You fucked up the mission. Anything you want to say about that now bitch?”

You swallowed again and forced yourself to straighten up. Your back cracked, both painfully and satisfyingly as you stood up straight and without warning, a smirk grew on your face. Not a playful smirk, a dangerous one. A warning. Chuuya, who had moved to watch from a better angle, saw this smirk of yours, and for the first time in four years, he felt hope for you swell in his heart. ‘That’s it. Just like that,’ he thought to himself, leaning against the wall with a smirk of his own. This was going to be good. This was going to be oh so entertaining, watching you put these bastards back in their place and take on your title again. Port Mafia Executive (Y/N) (L/N). Mori never took that title from you, you disowned it. You refused to hold it while you were being beaten like this. You were being beaten because you fell into despair. You fell into despair because of him and now you were going to take back what was yours. Your title, your strength, your pride. It would all come back today.

“Get on your knees,” you finally spoke, smirk growing as you saw their eyes widen a little in surprise as your instruction. As if they were about to obey you. You were a traitor. A weak link. Oh, but you hadn’t betrayed them. No one had been betrayed worse than you. “Get on your fucking knees,” you repeated, but still, they failed to listen to you. Oh well, their loss. You rose your shaky hands, pinching your gloves at the fingertips and pulling them off, chucking them to the side. With every move you made, no matter how slow or how shaky, it sent a shiver up Chuuya’s spine. This is why he wanted you. This is why Dazai should have never gotten you and why you should have chosen him instead. You were fierce, a force to be reckoned with. And if you were the type to lose control, you could very well break every bone in their bodies. Luckily, despite your shattered mental state, he didn’t have to worry about you going over bored. You were weak from the beatings. You wouldn’t have the strength to go that far. Just far enough to put them in their places. He hoped.

“I… am your superior. I am the one in charge. I’m the one who makes all the calls here and I’m the one who told you to get on your fucking knees!” Your voice steadily rose and as you spoke, you stepped closer to the towering men. They weren’t afraid, but they were stunned. They were trying to process what was happening. Everyone knew who you were, what you were capable of, but it seemed people had forgotten while you were in your sad pit of grief. With your subordinates not moving to protect themselves or hurt you, you reeled your arm back, clenched your fist and even without using your ability, Black Mirror, you sent the man before you stumbling back with a powerful punch to the jaw. Your ability would have been useless here, it needed to be activated during the beatings to fully counter them with your own hit later. It didn’t matter anyway. You just needed your own raw strength to do this. You wouldn’t do it any other way.

Chuuya watched on as you beat the three men into submission. He watched as you stumbled from aching legs but made others fall onto their arses from the sheer strength of your hits. After the mackerel left, you never stopped training. You trained harder. You trained harder but never seemed to grow stronger because you were allowing yourself to be punished for something that wasn’t your fault. He watched as you kicked a subordinate across the room, a sickening crack bouncing off the walls after your boot made contact with his jaw. No one got back up. They all sat or laid there, beaten worse than you were. A clear message to everyone else. You were not to be fucked with any longer.

“Get on your knees,” you ordered one last time, lowly this time, watching as all three, slowly moved to kneel before you, giving in. You had won. You were an executive. You weren’t going to take their shit anymore. If they wanted to live, they had to listen. They had to obey. “Good boys,” you praised, leaning down to pick your gloves back up before looking over to your dear friend who started to slowly clap his hands. “I was wondering when you were finally going to do that. Good thing I came to speak to you today then,” he claimed with a grin, that raspy voice of his beckoning you closer as you pulled your gloves on over your bruised knuckles.

“Yeah, well, whatever you need to tell me, it can be done over dinner. Your treat. I’m freakin starving,” you claimed, rubbing your aching shoulder. Damn you were sore. From both beatings. You looked forward to that ever lasting ache in your ribs to finally fade away, for the taste of bile to not reach your tongue until it was justified. You looked forward to the expression on your boss’ face when you walked into his office next, wearing both your pride and title. Chuuya let out a laugh, straightening his hat and nodding his head in agreement.

“I’ve been trying to take you out for dinner for years. I don’t think that’d be a problem.”

#chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #his fault #his fault part two #dazai #chuuya #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #bsd #bungou stray dogs #scenario #bsd x reader #reader is strong #reader doesn’t need a man

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dapper-ships-herself · 5 years ago

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First kisses aren't always so sweet

I know I said the next thing I was going to write would be one of those two scenarios I posted about, but then this came to me last night and I wrote it in a fury, so that's where we're at.

A Gilahara (Chuuya and ADA! Gillian) piece.

Warning from some description of violence and blood, if that bothers ya.

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Dust stuck to Chuuya’s lungs, the jacket sleeve he held to his face doing little to keep it out. Rubble crumbled beneath his shoes, glass crunching with each step.

“Damn.” He cursed. He didn’t know where anyone else was right now, all he knew was that thing and its handlers had sure done a number on this place.

A colossus, summoned and brought to life by that damn Mary Shelley and her cult of freaks. What a mess.

He heard a cough up ahead, and his head snapped in its direction. A figure could just barely be seen through the haze. Instinctively, his body went into a ready stance, poised to launch himself at the potential enemy. It was only as they drew closer that he realized who it was, and he instantly relaxed.

Gillian, with her fluffy, brown hair matted with dirt, and black smudged along her face and clothes, the cloth also ripped in some places. Despite that, despite their surroundings and the obvious hell she’d just been through, when she saw him at the same moment he registered her, she smiled. “Hey Chu-tan, fancy meeting you here.” Her voice sounded hoarse from the dust in the air, but it still sounded like music to him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” His question was rough, but in actuality he was so relieved to see her he felt like he could just run right to her and crush her against himself. His feet stay rooted though, because that relief is mixed in with the absolute terror of realizing she’s here, where that thing is still lurking somewhere.

“Same as you,” She says “I’m trying to fix this.”

He grits his teeth. “No offense, Gillian, but I just watched what it’s capable of; there’s no way you can beat it.” So get away from it.

“I won’t know unless I try. And does that mean you’re gonna stop it? Because you seem to be no better off than I am right now.”

It was true he’d seen better days. His own body was covered practically head to toe in grime, his suit ripped and covered in flecks of blood that had mixed with the dirt to form a gross muck. Still, he stood straight, hopping down from the raised bunch of concrete he’d been on to stride towards her. “What’s your plan, then, huh? How are you going to stop it? Your voice? I doubt even your ability is enough to calm that thing down.”

“Look at what it did to this place; imagine what it’ll do to the city if it’s not taken care of here.”

He stopped mere inches from her, his eyes boring into hers. He saw fear deep within the blue, but it was wrapped in a thick iron determination that didn’t falter even under his hard stare. It wasn’t that he thought she was weak, he knew the strength hidden in her small body, knew the force of nature her voice could be. Thinking about her going against that thing, though; even she… “It’ll crush you.”

“What’s your plan, then? Do you even have one?” She crossed her arms defiantly, her gaze not leaving his once.

His scowl deepened. He had an idea, all right, but it was stupid. He’d been mulling over his options just before she’d shown up. He knew how extreme the situation was, but the consequences just didn’t seem worth it. There was certainly some other way to stop that thing from reaching the city, something that wouldn’t come at such a great cost to himself. That was before he knew she was here. Here, in this place and ready to throw herself in its path if it meant saving even one person. A rumble in the distance reached them.

“My ability,” he started. He saw her expression shift with the change in his voice, confusion blossoming at the flat acceptance it’d taken on, all anger and frustration drained away in a second. He seemed calm. “has another aspect to it. A true form, capable of crushing an opponent in seconds, leaving nothing in my way. All I need to do is let lose all my inhibitions and I will be unstoppable. It’ll be more than enough to stop her Frankenstein.”

“What?” She whispered “If you have something like that, then why…” some realization sparked in her eyes, and they widened slightly. “What does it cost you? Moves like that always cost something. My own scream leaves me emotionless and robotic for hours, what does this true form do to you?”

“It’s called corruption, and that lack of inhibition means that once I activate it I can’t stop it. Corruption will keep fighting even after everything around me is crumbled, and it’ll sap away my strength until it uses me up entirely.”

“No… No, how could you ever use such a dangerous ability if it destroys you? There’s no way- Dazai. You and him used to be partners, didn’t you? His ability would stop yours before it could do permanent damage.”

“That’s right.” He nodded watching her work it out.

“But he’s miles from here! He’s back in the city, we have no way to even contact him if there was a way he could get here in time!” the fear buried in her eyes was starting to leak out, as she realized what Chuuya had already decided. “You can’t.” Her whispered voice broke, and then the panic made it rise again. “If you do that then you’ll-“

His hand came up to grip the back of her head, pulling her towards him at the same time he surged forward. He kissed her, deep and rushed, pouring more words than he could ever say into the action. The open palm of his other hand rested on her back, helping to push her body further into his. He wanted to feel as much of her as he could while he had the chance. He was acutely aware of her own hands wrapping around him to grab at his shoulders, and of the tears he could taste mixing with the flavor of her lips. Who did they belong to?

He made himself pull back, and only allowed himself a moment to rest his forehead against hers, before pulling away. His coat whipped up around him as he turned his back and walked quickly away from her.

“Chu-tan. Chu-tan, wait!” She called behind him. He refused to look, even as he heard her footsteps trying to catch up.

His ability activated around him, and with a single leap he was far above the ground, heading in the direction of the noise the thing made.

“Chuuya!” She screamed, raw and loud. It still sounded like sweet music to him, as it faded into the distance.

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The earth was shattered beneath him. Cracked and splattered with gore. Pieces of that thing littered the ground, its blood mingling with that of the people who’d controlled it.

He loved it.

Manic giggles peeled from his throat. With each wild swing of his arms, more balls of dark energy flew from his palms and tore apart his surroundings.

This was bliss. Pure carnage, unobstructed chaos, ruin beneath his feet. He threw his head back and full on cackled. Blood flew from his lips into the air.

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Her feet pounded against the ground, desperate pants sounding from her as she ran.

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A spray of dust flew into his face. Not that it mattered. Stone cracked and blew away at his touch, and he laughed at it, his wide eyes not really seeing it. All he cared about was destruction, all he saw was red.

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She stumbled, and her palm was sliced by a sharp chunk of rock. She payed it no attention, not stopping in her race.

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He threw another black ball, stumbling forward from the momentum, nearly falling over before catching himself. His arms hung limp before him. His laughter didn’t stop, but it was heavy now.

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She could hear the rumbling so close now, a random crashing that shook the ground and made her steps unsteady.

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Blood trickled from his eyes like crimson tears. It came from his nose, from his mouth, from his ears, turning his face into a red mess.

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She could see him. He stood hunched over in the midst of his wreckage, rippling with energy and a crazed look in his eyes. Angry red and black lines covered his skin like great wounds cracking him apart.

Gillian pushed forward, skidding over scattered rock, jumping over the deep fissures marring the ground. He was still so far away.

She couldn’t help it; his name flew from her lips in a desperate cry. “Chuuya!”

His head swiveled to face her. His smile twitched for a moment, before spreading even wider than before. Finally, something new and whole he could break.

He was in front of her in a blur, his bare hands snatching her by the neck in the same second and lifting her from the ground. She gave a strangled cry as her windpipe was crushed.

“Ch-Chuu-ya…” She forced out. He squeezed harder.

She strained to look down at him, into his crazed eyes that watched her struggle with glee. His fingers dug into her throat, bruising the skin.

Still though, still her eyes softened from fear to utter gentleness. “Chu…-tan. I know… you’re still there.”

Her shaking hand came up to rest against his pale cheek. She reached deep within herself, grabbing hold of every bit of power she could muster in that state, and poured it all into her command. “Come back, Chu-tan, please.”

He shuddered, the silvery purple aura coming from Gillian washing over his body. His grip loosened slightly, and her breathing became easier. With more breath, her voice became stronger, and she spoke again. Her voice echoing and ethereal, ringing through the open space.

“I know you can do it, Chu-tan. You are not lost to this power. Do you hear me? Turn off corruption, come back.” Her soothing voice flooded him, clashing against the chaos within him, mixing and roiling. The darkness raged, rearing and spitting and clawing, but the light just embraced it. The marks on his skin started to flake off and drift away in wisps of smoke. He stumbled forward, her feet thumping back to the floor, his grip on her neck a weak squeeze. Her other hand cupped his face as well, her thumbs wiping away the new clear tears cutting a path through the blood.

“Come back to me.” She said. With the grip on her throat gone, her power ripped through the sourness she could feel and made her voice come out strong and sure.

His legs buckled, and he fell forward, taking both of them to the ground. The marks of corruption faded and flew away, his eyes losing their wild energy and falling closed as the exhaustion immediately lulled him to sleep before he’d even finished falling.

Gillian landed on her butt, and caught Chuuya against herself, his head resting against her chest. She gasped for breath, her mouth tasted of iron and her throat was raw and pained from a combination of being choked and forcing so much power out like that. The will of corruption was strong, she could feel the mindless chaos fighting back against her, but there was no way she was going to have submitted to it. Not when it was threatening to take Chuuya.

She looked down at the dirty mop of hair she could see and closed her eyes in relief, a few tears squeezing out. She wrapped her arms around his slumbering form and buried her face against his hair, not caring that he smelled like grime and ruin. “It’s alright now, Chu-tan. We’re both alright.” Despite everything, despite the pain she was in, she smiled, warm and real.

#self ship #self shipper #self ship community #self shipping #fictional other #f/o #self ship fic #self insert #dapper writes #gilahara

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misstinfoilhat · 5 years ago

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The Boy in the Belfry, part 14. A Bungou Stray Dogs fic

It was another week before Dazai was lucid and able to stay awake long enough to actually answer a couple of the many questions that Kunikida had written down in his book of Ideals (without scowling at the chair at his bedside and accusing it of judging him- Dazai really didn't react well to being medicated), while Fukuzawa lingered in the back. Ranpo was there too, as an observer and had gotten the task of calling out Dazai if he tried to bluff. Atsushi was there mostly as moral support.

Dazai sat propped up by pillows, wearing a metal back-brace, and his leg had finally been properly dressed in a hard cast. His head was bandaged after a couple of stitches to the back of the head, and Yosano had tried her best to replicate how he wore his other, usual, bandages.

Old wounds, new wrappings.

Dazai sported his trademark crooked smile as Kunikida stared him down, waiting for the answer to his first question; what the fuck?

Dazai scoffed. "Yeah, I know, right?"

He rolled his eyes wryly and shrugged his shoulders as mundane as could be.

"Leave it to Dazai to be kidnapped by an old demented paranoid schizophrenic preacher," Dasai tsk'ed and shook his head in such disappointment of himself.

Dazai's inability to take anything seriously enraged Kunikida more than he could put his words to, but he had to keep his temper under control if he wanted to avoid being kicked out of the room by Dazai's doctors, and keeping his ass from being kicked by Chuuya (or Atsushi for that matter, who was staring at him warningly).

Kunikida's dissatisfaction with him was clear as day, which Dazai obviously had expected.

"Stupid questions get stupid answers," he concluded, reaching his tongue out.

"To be fair, it was a pretty... vague question," Ranpo added carefully.

"Don't you have some glasses to polish?" Kunikida snapped back, receiving a mournful look from Ranpo, being reminded of the grave loss he had experienced when he couldn't figure out what was going on with Dazai.

"Kunikida..." Fukuzawa warned.

"I'm calm!"

…

"Okay, I'm not calm."

He took a deep breath and held it for ten seconds as he walked a couple of laps around the room.

"Dazai-kun, there's really no need to withhold any information anymore. We already know more than I know you would like us to... The only thing we really need to know is why," Fukuzawa said calmly.

Dazai's smile didn't stir, but there was something sad that shadowed over the usual twinkle in his eyes and dulled them considerably. He chuckled, but there was nothing humorous in it.

"Yeah, I-" he tried.

Something in him wanted to tell them everything. At least everything he knew or could remember. He really wanted to... be understood. He wanted them to know why he was the way he was. Why he couldn't express his feelings, because, it wasn't that he didn't want to express himself, he just didn't know how to.

Every emotion that once possibly had come naturally to him, he had been stripped off before he could even remember.

No crying, no laughing, no smiling, no anger, no sadness, no happiness, no weakness, no fear, no love, no hope.

His stomach started to feel queasy and he realized that he had been glaring at his feet for way too long. They were all looking at him, With the expressions, he knew was 'worried', which, they probably could feel for real.

All the while, he was still smiling, which was the wrong expression,

He mentally swift through his "emotional library" and tried to fit the situation to his facial expression, but it was all too much and his stomach was feeling bilious and the feelings that he did have, that he had no control over, completely overturned him as his heart started to race and the bile was halfway up his throat. Panic. A feeling that turned physical, that he couldn't wean, only hide.

What happened next, he didn't know if was a blessing or a curse.

But vomiting, he didn't need to fake. That came naturally.

He threw up all over the bed, panting with raspy breaths in a mix of discomfort and pain between the dry-heaves, as Atsushi tried to keep a straight face while stroking his back and Fukuzawa ordered Kunikida to do- something- Dazai didn't hear, didn't care, as Kunikida ran out of the room.

...

The following hour went by with a bath and a change of rooms. Dazai was reminded of how much of a pain in the ass it was to get clean with a cast on, and he tried his hardest not to react to the way the male nurse who was helping him watched his bare skin as he undressed the bile-covered bandages with that compassionate and surprised look they always got.

He was so, so sick of it. Wished he could crawl out of his skin, shed it like a snake, and rid himself of it once and for all.

All the fuzz had made him tired, as well as the strong pain medication he had gotten when they had to move him around as much as they had to. His co-workers had left, but he knew they'd be back tomorrow to try again to get the answers they wanted, probably armed with barf bags.

Dazai didn't know how he was going to be able to tell them, rubbing his face with frustration, as he heard a strange knock on the window.

It could only be one person, as his new room was on the fifth floor.

Dazai's bed was placed next to the window by his own request, and he pulled the curtain away and cracked the window open, letting Chuuya manipulate the gravity to pull the security lock open himself and climbing in.

"There's a perfectly fine door over there, you know," Dazai said tiredly.

"The receptionist told me visiting hours were over," Chuuya answered nonchalantly and very carefully crawled over the bed- to not repeat the disastrous 'butt-to-fracture action’ he had caused a couple of weeks ago.

"Also, you know I have a love for the dramatics."

Dazai smiled, for real. Chuuya could sometimes bring that out of him, which he appreciated.

It made him think...

"Chuuya, I need to ask you something."

"No Dazai, the hospital gown doesn't make your ass look fat," he sighed jokingly, looking in the mirror that was placed over a sink on the other side of the room, fixing a couple of stray hairs that had gotten loose from his pony-tail on his way up the side of the hospital.

"I know. I have a bony ass. You've told me," Dazai said exasperated. Maybe Chuuya wasn't the right person to talk about this with after all.

Chuuya seemed to sense Dazai's tension and regretted his ill-timed joke.

"I'm sorry," he said and turned back to Dazai. "Are you okay? Kunikida-san messaged me about the incident with your... stomach contents."

Dazai's lips twisted into a slightly curved smile. "You and Kunikida-san seem to message each other a lot recently," he commented, acting hurt.

"Yeah, well, it's hard to have joint custody of a twenty-two-year-old."

Chuuya placed a chair next to Dazai's bed and sat down.

"So, Dazai-chan," he said softly in a slightly higher pitch, as if he was talking to a child, receiving a tired smile from Dazai, and returning the smile calmly.

"What's going on?" he said, changed back to normal. Or, maybe a bit nicer than his normal, normal.

Dazai seemed to search for his words.

"I think- I think you are my oldest friend," he started. Chuuya's arched an eyebrow.

"I also think that, except for Mori, you're the person who knows the most about me, and... the stuff that has happened, you know, before..."

Chuuya nodded, unable to look Dazai in the eyes, knowing that Dazai probably looked the other way too. When Dazai didn't continue, Chuuya assumed he was stuck.

"Kunikida also told me that you blanked out..." he told him, realizing without much effort that there had to be a connection between Dazai's sudden sentimental statements and the events that had unfolded earlier that day.

"Yeah, I guess I did. Chu... I-I don't know why it happened. I actually wanted to tell them everything. Is that weird?" He looked on the other with genuinely questioning eyes.

"If you're referring to blanking out to the point that you puke- yeah, a bit. But, about letting your friends know what's been going on with you? No. Not at all. I think it'd be good for you to tell them."

"I couldn't. It felt like it got caught in my throat and when I finally got it unstuck- it came out as bile."

Chuuya sneered. "Well, I guess the imagery is pretty accurate."

Dazai only hummed in response, and leaned back in the bed, watching the city outside of his room.

They sat like that in silence for a little while, both reflecting on the years that had led up to this moment, where they were finally able to sit by each other's side as friends again, somewhat fucked up and complicated friends, but, there was nothing that wasn't fucked up and complicated with anything in their lives.

"Maybe you could write it down," Chuuya suddenly suggested.

"Huh?" Dazai turned to face him again, confused and weary.

"Write it down, what you want to tell them. If you're not comfortable with saying it... without spraying it," Chuuya looked way too smug about his own joke, "then maybe you'll be able to write it down."

Dazai grimaced. "I'm on a sick-leave for another 6 to 8 weeks. I don't want to write a report. Also, you know my handwriting looks like chicken-scratches."

"Yeah, you don't have to remind me. I'm sure you remember who wrote all of our hand-written reports for three years. But, it's not going to be like a report. It might actually put some weight off your back, and you only have to write what you want to write. I can bring you your laptop tomorrow."

Dazai thought about it for a second. Then, he looked back up at Chuuya with an undecipherable smile and gave a faint nod.

"Yeah, that's- that's actually a good idea." ...

The next day, before lunch, Fukuzawa was a little surprised to find an email from Dazai in his inbox. Even though the title said "DO YOU WANT TO INCREASE YOUR PENIS SIZE BY 51%?! WE HAVE AN INSANE OFFER FOR YOU!!!" he decided to open it. His anti-virus program was pretty air-tight, after all.

Also, he knew Dazai.

I am sorry about yesterday. I can't seem to actually talk about this whole mess, even if I kinda want to. So, I'm going to try to write it all down instead. Please tell Atsushi that I truly am sorry for puking on his shirt, and to Kyouka, who probably had to clean it. And to you, Fukuzawa-senpai, if you're insecure about the size of your penis.

(Fukuzawa edited this part out of the email before printing it out).

I don't know my father's real name. I've only ever called him Father. Neither do I know my mother's real name, but my father told me to call her Yariman -Slut.

She died when I was eight. I also had two older sisters, which both died before I was born. Father only wanted a son. They are buried with my mother under unmarked graves in the Shinja graveyard, I've never known where.

Much of the events of my early life are not relevant to the case. I might be ready to share some of it with you someday, but not today. What is relevant, is that Father's ability is called A Sinners Chagrin. As you might have guessed, it's the ability to make anyone's greatest fear appear before them. He spent most of my childhood making sure that my greatest fear was of God. Which it was, for a long time. A child's mind is easy to corrupt, and his ability started in the form of a generic boogyman and slowly turned in to my own depiction of God. After that, he was able to prove all his horrifying tales of what God would do to me, as he manipulated his ability to do just that.

(Fukuzawa: I ask that you are the only one who reads this next paragraph and that you remove it before anyone else can read it).

I'm sure the question all of you are dying to know the answer to, is how he was able to use his ability on me, and I'm afraid that the answer isn't as exciting or spectacular as you might think. It's simply because I'm afraid. And when I'm afraid, my body shuts down and disassociates, which apparently leaves me open for attack. I have never experienced it with anyone else but Father, but then again, he is the only one that has ever made me truly scared. Except for myself, apparently- considering the latest form of Father's ability. No idea how that happened... Nope. Guess that one will remain a mystery.

As you probably understand, this is information that leaves me in a pretty vulnerable position if fallen into the wrong hands, which is why I ask that no one else reads it.

(…)

(Baha! I just explained to Fukuzawa why Father's ability works on me and asked him to delete it before any of you scavengers can read it, suckaaaas)!

I guess where to go next is how I came about to join the Port Mafia. I have my suspicions that there is a little more to the story than I know for sure, but anything other then what I can actually recall will be speculations.

As Father was able to make 'God' appear by using me, he started to do exclusive performances to the elite of the extremist Christian societies around Japan. You all saw what the man had become- a deranged and utterly useless preacher that actually believed his ability to be a miracle, but he didn't start that way. He was a con-man. He knew what he was doing from the day he started doing it.

Sure, some of the pure insanity was there from the start (runs in the family I guess- so don't come for me), he did kill his wife and two daughters after all. I'm not an expert on family dynamics or anything, but I'm pretty sure that that is a kind of thing that isn't supposed to happen in the stereotypical nuclear family.

Anyway, the former main physician- turned boss of the Port Mafia, Ougai Mori, somehow got a whiff of Father, and decided to arrange a showcase of his "ability to make God appear" in front of the former boss, with the pretense of recruiting him. I was ten at the time and had recently started to develop some issues with Father's ramblings of how there was nothing worse than the wrath of God, which I guess somehow had been a pretty big part of my entire life at the time.

We did our usual shtick, and, I screwed up. I had no fear of his 'God' anymore, but I did have a great fear of him. Father.

The pain he had caused me was very real and very much caused by him and him alone. So, that was who showed himself that day, and ruined everything for him.

I don't know what happened the next hours. I have no recollection of it what so ever until I awoke in the belfry the next day and let myself drop to the ground.

I have never tried to hide my wish of dying. This was the day I first tried actively to make that happen. The day I decided that I wanted it to happen by my own hands.

As I am writing this, it won't come as a surprise to any of you that I failed. Whatever happened the next couple of days are as defuse to me as what happened the hours before. I woke up in Mori's care and stayed there for a very long time. He told me during that time, that I did not need to worry about Father anymore, and later told me that he was dead. Clearly, he was wrong.

One thing that both Father and Mori both had in common, was the fact that their goal was to make me unable to feel anything. Not physically (far from it), but emotionally. This is the reason I am writing this. Because as much as (this is hard for me to even write) I know I have overcome, the part of real emotion is one thing that I can not...

I'm sorry. I just don't know. I can't.

(Chuuya is threatening me with releasing a video of me while I was going through puberty online if I don't leave that last part, and I just realized that severe self-consciousness is a feeling I have gotten back).

The Port Mafia trained me to be a numb pawn purely made for withstanding torture without giving in, and killing. That is my design. What I am. Or was. I don't know.

That leaves me to address what happened the night I was injured, when this whole mess started.

During the night (I actually do sleep sometimes), a letter was slid through the crack under the door of my room at the dorms. If you want to see it, you can, but in short terms, it said that he was back, and wanted me to come back to him. I don't know what made me go- the feeling of terror I guess (another feeling I guess still lingers). So I did. I was instructed to go to the belfry, so I also did. I blacked out, and I didn't understand what had actually happened until that day we were all in Shinja. He had used his power, and as it took the form of myself at ten years old- I did get scared. I didn't think it was real, which was my mistake.

I told everyone that I was pushed off the tower, which I was, technically. I pushed myself off. I don't know if that counts as another suicide attempt, but that is what happened.

…leave it to Dazai to be a suicidal maniac while trying to survive an attempted murder on himself, committed by himself.

And I think you all kinda know what's been going on after that. Except that- yeah, I did know what Mori was planning. I also knew that Chuuya was in on it. But don't tell Chuuya.

(Chuuya just hit me).

(and he told me not to write that, so I did). Fuck you, Chuuya.

I'm going to finish this off with a request that the contents of this letter are never to be read out loud.

Whoever within the Agency that wants to read it can read it, but after that, it is to be burned and never spoken of again. I don't want to know who reads it, and I don't want to see traces of its content in any of your eyes. I'm still shitty-Dazai, bandage-waisting-device, the office slacker and an annoying piece of shit.

I hope this answers all of your questions, Kunikida. This is the best answer I could make of 'what the fuck?'

Within the next hour that Kunikida read Dazai's letter, he stood by his bedside. Dazai was apprehensive, as the stern man walked steadily to his side.

The first time Kunikida actually believed that Dazai relaxed, was the first time he ever hugged him. "Dazai, you are so, so, so wrong. You feel plenty. I know you don't understand it, but you do. You are a good human being."

Somehow, Dazai did believe it. Even if it wasn't true, really. But, if Kunikida believed it- he wouldn't prove him otherwise.

#bungou stray dogs #boy in the belfry #part 14 #fanfic #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #kunikida doppo

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no-longer-tainted · 5 years ago

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WIP Week 2019 [Day 6]

Question: What is your favorite comment you’re received on any of your fan works (WIP or Complete)?

It’s not an actual comment or anything but I’m always happy if people like what I wrote specially for them! <3 I’m always super nervous about that ;w;

Your Most Popular WIP

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Shipping: Soukoku [Chuuya Nakahara x Osamu Dazai] Notes: My most popular online WIP is my School AU “Between Lies and Love” but offline it is the Civilian Chuuya x Mafia Boss Dazai AU. I once wrote a chapter 1 for the story I planned! [WIP: 18th Sep. 2018]

Shifting the two small bags from one hand to the other, Chuuya left the convenience store. He held his free hand in front of his face to protect it from the autumn sun shining right into his eyes. An old lady entered the shop while he stood in front of the entrance and he greeted her with a friendly smile. She responded with a nod and then she was out of sight. Starting his way home, he stepped forwards. Luckily the way was short, he would not even need ten minutes home, because he hated letting his daughter alone at home.

Chuuya passed a few other stores and looked through the shop windows before he turned into a lost alleyway to shortcut his way home. The moment, he wanted to walk around the corner, to get back to the main street, Chuuya bumped against someone else. He stumbled a step backwards, his hand holding his hat and looked up. "I'm-", he wanted to apologize but he stopped when he felt the murderous glare on him.

"Where are you looking, you bitch?" His gaze wandered over Chuuya and the man was at least two heads taller than him and behind him where two other guys with a similar building. All three were staring at Chuuya and then their eyes suddenly lightened up in a way, Chuuya couldn't describe, when they looked at each other.

"Boss, I think he-" The only blond one under the men spoke up but before he could finish his sentence, he laid straight on the floor, a man with black hair and a completely black outfit standing him, pressing his face down on the street with his booted food.

After that, another man appeared in the alleyway and looked around, seemingly to analyze the situation they were in. His hair was brown and he was wearing all black too. Then his gaze fell on Chuuya and a smile appeared on his face but that didn't quite catch his eye - the other one was covered under bandages. Chuuya looked straight back at him when the man started to speak with a really soft voice. "You should leave for the best."

The man who arrived a few seconds before him grabbed his arm and wanted to pull him out of the alleyway but Chuuya snatched out of the grip. "He is right, leave this place." His voice sounded less patient with Chuuya and his glare was his dark eyes sent chills down his spine because he never saw someone looking so angry at him for literally no reason.

"You two are pretty full of yourselves," Chuuya said and dodged a fist from the man he bumped into a few moments ago and with a smooth movement, he threw him over his shoulders, his bags clashing against his own body. "It's a three on three if I join you." He put the two groceries bag aside and rolled the sleeves of his sweatshirt jacket up like he was doing that as an everyday duty.

The other two men of his spontaneous formed group are exchanging looks but the moment the brown-haired man shrugged his shoulders, the other one exhaled exasperated and rolled his eyes. He didn't seem amused about him joining the battle but the other man probably had the upper hand about decisions between them.

It wasn't like the other three men gave them any other opportunities to discuss their further on-goings because the blond one, having now a bloody and bruised nose, attacked the black-haired man and was complaining about how he could dare to destroy his beautiful face and he would definitely pay for it.

"Don't stay in the way, Chibi~" The brunette said, laying one hand on his shoulder. With a feathery jump and his hands in his pockets, he kicked the until now unharmed third man right into his face and tossed him against the wall.

"Hah, as if!" Chuuya exclaimed and jumped over Dazai's shoulder by supporting himself on his shoulder with one arm and knocking out the one man he bumped into by kicking both of his feet in his face probably breaking one or two of his teeth. He himself landed elegantly like a kitten on his feed in a crouching position. Behind his back, the black-haired man punched the third one on the ground before he was able to attack Chuuya from behind.

The one the bandaged man had kicked, got up from the ground and ran towards Chuuya and the other man. His attacks were easy to dodge for Chuuya but the other one got his fist right into his face. Chuuya snickered and let the enemy trip over his long leg. "So? Who's standing in the way, huh?" Chuuya teased him with a smirk on his face.

"Don't be so cocky just because you broke a few teeth out of him," he answered and held his cheek with his hand. He rubbed over it and spout a few pained groans. "That was nothing."

Chuuya only shrugged his shoulders as an answer and turning his back to him. "You have to know." With fast movements, he ran towards one of the enemies and hit one of them with his fist. Through his blood ran only adrenaline at the moment - it almost felt like fighting back then in his High School days. "Look out!"

Hearing the shouting of Mister Angry Boy, Chuuya turned around only to dodge a thrown brick last second. Though, Chuuya lost his momentum and fell backwards on his butt. "Ohw." He rubbed the aching area and with a back-flip, he got up from the dirty ground, dusting off his hands and pants. The bandaged man laughed. "Clumsy, aren't we?"

A slight blush appeared on his cheeks and he clicked with his tongue. "At least I don't need ten kilometer bandages."

It took them a few more kicks and punches before these three idiots were beaten and weren't able to get up from the ground, groaning from pain of there broken bones. They looked miserable and a look on his watch told Chuuya, the fight didn't take long, just a few minutes. He dusted his clothes off and turned towards the other two. "Though-" He turned around to the place he expected his groceries to be but the bandaged man - with the black-haired man behind him - already gave him the bags. "Thank you." He took them with a huffy movement. "I'll have to go."

Only turning around, when he felt the grip of the other man around his wrist.

“What's your name?"

Confused, Chuuya looked at him and raised an eyebrow at him and the smile irritated him even more. "Nakahara. Nakahara Chuuya," he introduced himself and when the grip around his wrist loosened, he let his arm sink down. It wouldn't hurt when these two men knew about his name, the chances that he would meet them again were pretty much against zero anyway.

"It was nice to meet you, Chuuya~" The man said and the way he drew every single syllable of his name gave Chuuya goosebumps. "Right, Akutagawa-kun?" Akutagawa just glared at Chuuya and didn't respond in any way.

"Yeah, yeah- whatever you say, Mister Bandage." Chuuya shook his head while rolling his eyes and was about to leave the alleyway. He had really no interest in getting caught by the police for the brawl and he left his daughter alone at home for more time than he was comfortable with. "I really have to leave, I hope you clean that shit up here."

“We do." Akutagawa snapped and went to the dead looking bodies, kicking them with his feet like they were worthless trash. "There was no reason for you to interfere anyway."

"It's not like I expect a thank you." Chuuya rolled his eyes and turned towards the bandaged man. "Just to make things complete. What's your name?", Chuuya asked a little curious which men chased through the town to beat a group of punks up. Of course, he was aware of his help without asking for any reasons but he didn't help especially them out rather he wouldn't come out without fighting.

"Dazai," he answered and his lips still formed this stupid unreadable smile.

"Then- whatever you do with them- Have fun?" Without waiting for an answer, Chuuya left the alleyway and sped his steps up to get home fast. He only went groceries shopping because he needed some stuff for his daughter otherwise he wouldn't even have left the apartment on his day off.

It didn't take long until he was in his own four walls again and put away the things that survived the fight. A few things, like the eggs he bought for his dinner, didn't survive. After he had put the few things away, he walked into his daughter's small room. "Little princess, I'm home," he greeted her and listened. She was still asleep so Chuuya just walked in with the light of the hall to not wake her up.

Her chubby, light red cheeks, the light orange hair, still thin and short. Her pink babygrow with cute sheep on it he bought for her first birthday a few weeks ago - all made her so adorable and Chuuya smiled at her. She was all the trouble worth.

The growl of his stomach made Chuuya realize that he should eat something because he didn't eat since hours. A look on his phone told him it was dinner time anyway. He sighed, gave Aya a kiss on her forehead and left her room. It wouldn't take long until she would wake up to get her food too.

On his way to the kitchen he answered a message from his friend Tachihara and in the kitchen he put on the playlist of his favorite rock band while doing dishes and turning on the rice cooker. After what had happened, Chuuya wasn't in the mood to cook so he would go simple with rice and stir-fried vegetables.

The moment he put his plate down on the table, he heard Aya's cry. It took him only a few seconds to get next to her bed and take her out of it to comfort her. "Sssh- Everything is fine, little princess," he whispered while he rocked her in his arms. He hummed her favorite melody and until she calmed down.

Aya grabbed Chuuya's longer hair strands with her short, thick fingers and put them into her mouth, drooling on them.

"They aren't food, Aya." Cautiously he put his hand around his own hair and freed it from the biting with her small baby teeth. "What does my little princess wish to eat?", he asked her and put his hair behind his shoulder before Aya was able to grab them again. As an answer, he only got cooing and giggling sounds. "So you want some vegetables from your papa?" When the little girl hid her face on Chuuya's neck, he put his hand in her hair and ruffled her short locks, smiling.

With his daughter in his arms, Chuuya left the room and entered the kitchen. While his stomach growled for food, he put Aya in her high chair, belted her up and prepared some food she was able to eat with her fingers like she loved doing over the last two weeks. A lot of it landed on herself but it was a really cute picture when she grabbed the food and put it into her mouth while her eyes shone like the sun itself. Chuuya took a few photos of her with his phone before he started to eat next to her.

If he overlooked the fight he had today, he really had a peaceful life he couldn't complain about. Of course, there was no place for a lot of luxury with having to take care of a one-year-old child and being a single-parent but he loved her with all he had and would give up everything for her.

#wipweek #wipweek2019 #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #chuuya nakahara #osamu dazai #civilian chuuya x portmafia boss dazai #bsd fic #soukoku fic

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uraharasandals · 6 years ago

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Victor / Hunger Games AU

A self-indulgent hunger games au that no one asked for, again :p. I just finished reading the series (again) and realised there was a lot of stuff I didn’t catch up on the first time I did. So I wrote this, because it just seemed so accurate and sheds light on both series. Hopefully this also sheds light on Chuuya and Kouyou’s relationship and other relationships as well. (also inspired by a hunger games series on ao3; The Long Road Home)

Title: Victor

Word count: 1533

Chuuya, Kouyou (other side relationships)

Character study

As soon as the wretched trumpets blared to signify a victory, Kouyou could’ve collapsed right there and then, out of happiness and sheer exhaustion.

Another victor. Finally a tribute from Eight, a male tribute.

She stared at her victor on the screen, trying to ignore the blood in his hands, bewildered expression on his face, and a cut down his leg, a steady flow of blood on skin and soaking the makeshift bandage wrapped around it, and instead focused on his bright orange curls, almost as dark as hers but not quite, a shade lighter, the ends singed off by the fire just used by the Gamemakers to flush out the tributes, but nonetheless more intact than the rest of him combined.

A hand on her shoulder made her jump, almost rousing her animalistic instincts to kill. Almost. But instead she forced herself to be calm, and turned around to look into the amused glint in Mori Ougai’s red eyes.

“Congratulations.” District Two. He had seen her through her four years of mentoring, all four years of fresh pain and numbness and being forced to obey Snow’s commands. The first four years were the worst; all of them had told her that and invited her into their circle, the circle of young and attractive and talented victors who were either identified as threats or viewed as potential escorts, lovely and charming as they are. And she had accepted. Being with friends had made her feel better, much better, and for the first time since the Games had ended, Kouyou was able to sleep without nightmares prowling her dreams.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, but Mori allowed Kouyou’s eyes to linger on his and search them. Normally, she wouldn’t even doubt his words, but Two was extremely protective of their tributes, and her victor just killed Mori’s boy. She looked at those dangerous red eyes carefully, but any trace of hostility or anger directed towards her was carefully concealed or not even there at all. Of course. Despite that, Kouyou allowed a small smile to grace her lips. “Thank you.”

“Go and see him.” She turned to face Fukuzawa Yukichi, mentor from Seven. “He’ll need you.”

“Wear something nice too,” Yosano added. “You’ll never know who you encounter.”

“Well, Kouyou anee-san looks fabulous anyways, so I don’t think it really matters.” Dazai from Two swiveled around in his chair, drawl evident in his tone. She wondered why Two had two male mentors this year, but then again Dazai had won just last year. Maybe they wanted new, fresh faces in the scene.

“And aren’t you flattering as always.” Kouyou threw back a smirk at him, but shrugged on her vibrant outer kimono anyways, and walked out with one last thankful smile at the room.

As she made her way down the endless grey-blue corridors with the aid of one guards, the giddiness in her disappeared, and was replaced with dread, and anxiety.

What was she going to tell him? About the so-called ‘deals’ between the President and the victors, that they obey him or else? Her little victor was attractive, and there was no doubt that some patrons had fixated their eyes on him, which would make Snow have something to control him with. Unless he was strong enough to make it through, which she now had slivers of doubt about.

Winning the Games did not make someone a victor. It just made the Victors wish they were dead, were the ones who were killed in the arena, because life after the games, promising as they were at first sight, was just a big huge continuation of the Games themselves. The only difference was what needed to survive. In the arena, you just kill. Outside, everything was so much more complicated. Kouyou sighed, and drew her coat closer to her body to somewhat stop the shivering.

“We’re here,” The guard announced, leading her through a door looking like a part of the wall, which slid open soundlessly.

Kouyou had took a deep breath before entering, but nothing would’ve prepared her for the boy, collapsed on the ground, still with the bewildered expression and now a vacant look in his eyes, dried blood still on his limbs. The wound on his leg was patched up roughly, but she could clearly see that wasn’t enough, and it was this sight that snapped her back into action.

“Didn’t anyone heal him?” She fixed a glare on the guard standing emotionless in the room.

“He refused to budge, madam. None of the anesthetics helped.” The man replied, and Kouyou understood the tourniquet now.

At that, she knew it was her job to do, and quick, because he was in danger of losing a limb, and bit her lip to stop the hurt and guilt inside her from welling up and spilling out, before kneeling down in front of the boy and taking his trembling hands in hers, perfectly manicured with smooth pale skin. Kouyou tried not to notice the obvious Capitol-like quality of her hands as compared to his rough ones, worn due to work and his days in Eight, now bloodied with the dry red of his fellow tributes, but it was there, obvious and glaring at her, and for the first time, she started doubting whether she was really worthy of representing District Eight.

At that, the boy jerked up. and as if noticing his surroundings for the first time, murmured, almost a whisper and like a lost child, “I want to go home.”

Kouyou was thankful for the lack of cameras here, because this certainly wasn’t something a Victor should be saying, and it certainly wouldn’t be wise to do this either, to be comforted by an older mentor who barely survived her own Games, but for now it didn’t matter. There would be a time for her to tell him everything and teach him, but slowly, carefully. Because now that she had seen this vulnerable side of him, knew also the strength and extent of things that would push him over the edge, and how much Snow could and would use against him. The man himself would probably know as well, having eyes and ears everywhere, and Kouyou found herself dreading whether he could stand straight with the burden of the world on his shoulders.

But he could. And he would. And he must. She had seen the restraint shown when his friends clung to him during the goodbyes said before the train pulled away, and the way he held himself together, the shreds and pieces of himself left after his fellow tribute was torn apart by mutts. She had seen the cold and grim determination in his eyes, heading to the arena and forcing himself to his feet after the Careers - four of them - had decided to make a punching bag out of him after they’ve caught him. Yes, the boy in front of her is a survivor, only with a fragile heart.

The word brought her up short. Didn’t all Victors have fragile hearts? Because otherwise, how could Snow have had taken hold of the ones they love most, and force them into the endless and cruel cycle of being bought and sold? Because otherwise, how could some of them end up drinking their lives out of a bottle or dependent on the sweet relief of morphling? All of this was left unspoken on Kouyou’s lips, and for a moment, she didn’t want to tell him all of that. But she had to. Just like the others before her, she had the role of a mentor and advisor, and had to take up the responsibility of telling them the truth, no better how horrifying and bitter. They deserve that much, at the very least.

So, for that moment, Kouyou allowed all the unspoken words and many more to pass through the silence, unspoken, but there, and instead look into his expectant eyes and said, gently, “And we will. We will return home as victors, Chuuya, you and I.”

His eyes widened, blue wide blown but with a silver of light. “Really?” Uncertainty, but with hope. Kouyou willed herself to stay calm and in control, and to tell him one more lie.

“Safe and sound,” She promised. As if overwhelmed by relief, Chuuya promptly collapsed, exhaustion sending him straight into her arms.

Instantly, arms, foreign and appearing out of nowhere, belonging surely to the Capitol doctors waiting for him to be subdued, reached for Chuuya’s limp form, and she let them, despite the gnawing fear of him never returning. But after all, they need a Victor.

Sighing, she rose, and turned back to the guard who brought her here, and followed him out of the room, now the floor caked with blood and Chuuya and everything else, and back to the band of mentors who either would be heading back in preparation for Post-Games affairs, or knocking back a bottle, but nonetheless where she belonged. Few would congratulate her, but the handful few would be enough.

As she walked, Kouyou finally felt the immense relief flooding her at the sight of her victor’s return. Welcome back, Chuuya.

#Chuuya #kouyou #character study #bsd #bungou stray dogs #relationship study #au #hunger games au

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ticklygiggles · 8 years ago

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Birthday boy

A/N: HELLO EVERYONE! So, low-key i’m still on my hiatus, HOWEVER, on April 29 was Chuuya’s birthday, so i was like “FUCK I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING!!”, But in between my low inspiration and homework, you have this fic two days later!

I hope you enjoooyyy iiitttt. I don’t know why when i try to write a drabble it comes out like a long ass fic *sigh*

Soukoku.

Summary: Chuuya likes presents.

words: 1996 (UNDER THE CUT!)

Chuuya sighed before opening his eyes slowly, getting use to the sun light filtering through the window. Once his eyes were open and his senses a little bit more awake, the first thing he was aware of was the sound and feeling of a warm breathing against his bare spine and right under his shoulder blades, the next thing was arms wrapped securely around his waist and legs intertwined with his own.

Chuuya smiled, covering his face with his hands as soon as his cheeks started to turn slightly pink and his heart started to beat like a high school girl’s while watching at his crush from apart. That comparison was stupid, firstly because his heart was beating even faster than when you see your crush, and secondly, because he was wrapped in the arms of his actual crush.

He spreads his fingers a little, seeing the wall through the spaces in between, when he felt movements behind him and heard the rustling of the blankets. A soft sigh filled the room and Chuuya fought back a shiver when he felt butterflies kisses being pampered up his spine. Goosebumps raising on his skin when he felt the tingly sensations of messy hair brushing against his back.

“Morning”, he finally felt a soft kiss on the back of his neck, making heat spread from where the kiss was left, all the way down to the tips of his toes.

“Good morning”, Chuuya answers, now covering his hot cheeks.

“Happy birthday”, another kiss, this time on the side to his neck, right above the pulse. Chuuya arched his back against the warm body behind him.

“Thank you”, he answers again and smiles when he feels the arms around his middle tightening a little. He instinctively search for the larger hands and intertwines their fingers together.

“I didn’t get you a present”, it sounded like an apology and it also felt like it when yet another kiss was pressed behind his ear, right on top of that soft spot, making him shiver slightly. A soft smile pulling at Chuuya’s mouth.

“I don’t need a present”, he says, shrugging a little, a sleepy giggle slipping out of his mouth as his companion kisses from Chuuya’s neck towards his shoulder

“I knew you would say that, so that’s why I did get you something”, Chuuya narrowed his eyes before slowly turning around to face his lover.

Face to face and noses almost touching, Chuuya looked straight into Dazai’s sleepy chocolate eyes and he couldn’t help but smile and raise an eyebrow seeing that perfect smirk on his boyfriend’s lips.

“Hello there”, he was greeted by a kiss on the forehead.

“Hi”, Chuuya says, his arms wrapping around Dazai’s middle as Dazai’s wrap around Chuuya’s. “Did you get me something for my birthday?”, Dazai nods and Chuuya can’t stop the excitement running through his veins. “What is it? Can I have it now?”

“Well calm down there, pumpkin”, Chuuya puffs his cheeks. “It’s barely 8 in the morning, can’t you stay right here with me for a little more?”

“Well you threw the subject of a present so you must want to give it to me now”, Chuuya says like a matter of fact and Dazai can’t actually say no to that statement. So when his answer is only silence, Chuuya smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. “So?”

“Hmmm… well… I think I changed my mind about it”, Dazai says, sticking his tongue out a little.

“What? C'mon, Dazaaaaaaai”, Chuuya whined, kicking his legs under the blankets, making a little tantrum. “Just give it to meeeeee, please!”

Dazai chuckled. “How old are you? Three?”

“If I say yes you’ll give it to me?”

“No”, Chuuya whined again, squirming harder against Dazai. “It ain’t matter how much you whine like a baby, I’ll not give it to you”

Chuuya stills, pouting and looking up at that smug smile on Dazai’s face. Of course Dazai would give Chuuya his present, he bought it for him after all, but it is fun to torture him a little bit, however, Dazai felt his smile fading away as soon as Chuuya’s lips started to stretch into a wide and sassy smirk, making him gulp and nervousness piling up on his gut.

“What?”, Dazai asks, not exactly wanting to hear the answer. His mind quickly flying all over the place, thinking all the possible answers.

“If you do not want to give it to me, then I'll force you to”, Chuuya chuckled seeing Dazai gulping and slowly unwrapping Chuuya’s body. “Last chance. Give it to me now?”

“Eh… no?”, the stubborn will always be a stubborn. “Fuck!”, Dazai shrieked, letting out a surprised bark of laughter when Chuuya shot his hands up, right under Dazai’s arms. “Wahahait!”

“Why are you laughing, Dazai?”, Chuuya teases. “I’m not doing anything, am I?”, Dazai shakes his head, biting his lower lip down to supress his embarrassing giggles. “So?”

“Ch-Chuuya!”, Dazai whined, trying to squirm away. “Thihis is stupid! Can’t you fucking wait for like one hour?!”, he tried to sound pissed, but his wide goofy smile was not helping him one bit.

“No I can’t”, Chuuya answers and with that he starts to wiggle his fingers on Dazai’s armpits, digging and massaging his fingers on the skin, making Dazai shriek and clamp his arms to his sides, laughing like crazy.

“Fuck, Chuuya!”, Dazai laughs, squirming this way and that to escape the playful torture.

“Now now, Dazai”, Chuuya taunts. “You can’t be mean with me to day. It’s my birthday! You should give me love!”

“You gehehet angry when I gihihive you lov-ah! Dohohon’t!”, Dazai jumped when Chuuya started to rub ticklish circles right in the middle of his armpits, making him arch his back.

“Well… maybe not today~”, Chuuya didn’t want to tired up Dazai so soon, so he pulled his hands out from underneath Dazai’s arms and he giggles, trying to protect himself.

“Chuuya, let me wake up completely fi-i-hihihisrt! Wait!”, Chuuya’s nimble fingers quickly started to squeeze Dazai’s sides, right above the waist and under the ribs, where he knows lays yet another very ticklish spot.

Dazai jumps and squirms around, trying to jump away from Chuuya’s finger. However, Chuuya is fast to chase him, his tickly movements not failing to make him laugh without break.

He easily follows Dazai around the bed until he’s finally sitting top of Dazai’s hips, and tickling each individual rib on each side of Dazai’s ribcage, making him throw his head back, one of his arms trying to cover up his ribs and his free hand pushing one of Chuuya’s shoulders.

“Ch-Chuuya!”, Dazai snorts, wrapping his arms around himself to block Chuuya’s fingers. “It’s too ehehearly!”,

Chuuya giggles along Dazai. “It’s your fault! I just want to know what did you ger for me!”

“C-can’t you w-wahahait?”, he insists.

“Nope. Tell me now!”, Dazai shakes his head, squeaking when Chuuya stops and he tries to hold his hands. “Don’t make me do it, Dazai”, he warns and Dazai shrieks.

“Chuuya! D-don’t try to ruin your- no! No plehehease not there!”, Chuuya starts to wiggle his fingers on Dazai’s neck, the latter shrieks and scrunches up his shoulders, trying to block Chuuya’s fingers, but only locking them in place.

Dazai can’t laugh as fast as Chuuya tickles him and soon enough his snorting around his hysterical laughter while Chuuya keeps wiggling his fingers right where he knows Dazai is the most sensitive.

Dazai’s face is bright red, his mouth wide open in a big smile and his nose scrunching up a little bit, there’s a trail of saliva falling from the corner of his mouth and he hilariously tries to stop it by absorbing it between his laughter. Regardless, he can’t absorb back the tears falling from the corners of his eyes. It’s an adorable sight that Chuuya usually doesn’t get to see since he’s always in the receiving end, so he took his time to relish every feature on Dazai’s face as his fingers moved upwards towards Dazai’s throat, making him laugh louder.

“Say Dazai, are you ready to show me that gift?”, Chuuya asks when Dazai’s laughter becomes breathy and almost silent. “Or should I resort to the nibbling?”, Dazai shakes his head

“No plehehease!”, he begs. “I’ll give it to you! I prohohomise!”

Chuuya stops right away, letting Dazai catch his breath and as a few residual giggles keep flowing out of him. When he finally opened

His eyes, the first thing he sees is an awaiting Chuuya, eyes wide in excitement and white pearls flashing at him. Dazai almost had a heart attack.

“Jeez, Chuuya”, he sighs, massaging his neck to get rid of the slightly tingly sensations. “That you like being tickled doesn’t mean I do like it aswell”.

Chuuya ignores the blush spreading on his cheeks and squints his eyes at that smirk on Dazai’s lips. “Oh shut it, you do like it”, he softly hits Dazai in the chest. “Now give me my present”.

Dazai chuckles and places his hands on Chuuya’s waist, making him tense a little, but he only pushes him off to the side making Chuuya giggle as he sits up in the bed, watching Dazai bend over the bed and take out something from underneath.

Chuuya soon has a blue box with a white ribbon on his lap, his eyes lighting up as he looks up at Dazai to see he can open it now. Dazai nods and Chuuya is fast to unwrap the box and see what’s inside.

“It’s hat!”, he says excitedly, pulling it out of the box and looking at it with wide eyes.

“Since your other hat got damaged after that mission I thought-”, Dazai cleared his throat, his cheeks burning up as he looks away from Chuuya’s face. “I thought you’d like to have another one”

“And it looks exactly like mine!”, he puts the hat on. “And it fits me better!”

“You look very stunn-ack!”, Dazai fears for his dear life as Chuuya launches at him, arms wrapping around his neck into a tight embrace. “Chuuya?”

“Thank you, Dazai”, Chuuya whispers, leaving a kiss ob Dazai’s cheek. “I love it very much. Thank you!”, Chuuya chuckles when Dazai’s cheeks start to heat up again.

“There’s- there’s something more”

“Oh. Really?”, Chuuya sits back on his spot and looks inside the box, taking out a few paper rectangles, stapled at one of the sides.

“Those- those are coupons. 50 coupons, to be exact. You can only use each one once, but there’s no limit of coupons by the day”, Dazai bites his bottom lip, looking at Chuuya inspecting the coupons and finally ripping one and lending it to Dazai.

“I would like to use this one right now”, Dazai takes it with trembling hands and once he reads it he rip it in a half.

“Anything for the birthday boy”, Dazai leans in and presses his lips on Chuuya’s, blindy putting the hat and the rest of the coupons inside of the box and pushing it aside to finally make Chuuya lay down on the bed, their kiss starting to heat up.

“I haven’t washed my teeth”, Chuuya says, covering his mouth in between the kiss.

Dazai looks at him, raising an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”

“What? I don’t want you t- ahaha wait!”, Chuuya shrieks, arching his back off the bed as Dazai starts to squeeze his waist, throwing him into a fit of loud laughter. “Dahahahazai!”

“You just wasted one coupon just because of that?”, Chuuya shakes his head, too busy laughing his head off to reply with a sassy comment. “You need to be punished, Chu-Chuu~”, Dazai leans and kisses the corner of Chuuya’s smiling mouth. “Happy birthday, Chuuya. I love you”.

Chuuya will make sure to say ‘I love you too’, as soon as Dazai stops trying to kill him with waist tickles. He’s definately having the best birthday ever, and it’s barely 9 am.

#Bungou stray dogs #soukoku #Nakahara Chuuya #Dazai Osamu #tickle fic #ticklish!Dazai #ticklish!Chuuya #mia's things #HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY BOOOOW #Y*

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lenin-it-to-win-it · 8 years ago

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“Once I believed love poems were foolish, yet now I do nothing but dream about love”

Summary: after a single drunken kiss blossoms into a wonderful relationship, Chuuya reflects on how his love for Akutagawa has grown since the day they first met.

Notes: okay so the beginning part of this is kind of a direct sequel to my first chuuaku fic, but if you havent read that, all you really need to know is that Chuuya got drunk and spent the night at Akutagawa’s apartment and they kissed, and Akutagawa is pining after him because he doesn’t think Chuuya really cares about him. also this was meant for rarepair week day five, so sorry this is a day late, ive been super busy and wasn’t able to finish on time oops! still, its here now and I hope you all enjoy it!

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It had been almost a week since Akutagawa had let Chuuya spend the night in his apartment. Akutagawa had hoped the memories would burn less brightly in time, that, swept up in the endless deluge of missions that characterized mafia life, he wouldn’t have time to recall how gentle Chuuya’s hands been, the warmth of his small body under the blankets, or the sweet sensation of those soft lips on his.

To the contrary, Akutagawa found himself thinking of Chuuya more and more as the days passed. He began drifting off mid-mission with a finger pressed to his lips, forgetting where he was for a moment as he pictured Chuuya sitting on his counter, laughing and drinking hot chocolate. Even when Akutagawa returned to the present and destroyed his enemies, he did so with a look of dreamy distraction on his usually taciturn face.

At home, he was even quieter than usual, staring in silence at the couch, the counter, the sink Chuuya had touched. Akutagawa laid in his bed for hours, wondering how it was possible to feel so cold when mere days ago he had felt so warm when he laid beside Chuuya. He buried his nose in the sheets and sniffed deeply, but he found only his own empty scent. Missing Chuuya, Akutagawa thought, felt rather like mourning someone who was still alive.

If Gin noticed a change in Akutagawa, she didn’t say. However, she did take to bringing him cups of tea when he was lying in bed, always giving his hand a quick squeeze before leaving without a word. The tea grew cold on the bedside table, untouched, until Gin swept in with another cup, beginning the cycle anew.

Then, one day-

“Executive Nakahara-san.”

Akutagawa glanced up from the papers he had been pretending to read so quickly he almost gave himself whiplash. He, along with the other members of the Black Lizard Squad, were gathered in a mafia warehouse going over the briefing of their latest mission, when Hirotsu called attention to the little executive leaning in the doorway.

Chuuya’s pose in the doorway- an arm raised above his head, back slightly arched, one slender leg thrust out, hips slung to the side- was so seductive that Akutagawa could not help but wonder if Chuuya had practiced it ahead of time. The thought of Chuuya rehearsing in a doorway at home, scowling and jotting down notes about whether or not his arm was raised high enough to lift the bottom of his shirt just enough to expose a glimpse of his smooth yet muscled torso, would almost have made Akutagawa smile if the mere sight of Chuuya hadn’t sent his heart into a panic.

“So, Black Lizard Squad, eh? Long time, no see.” Chuuya looked around the room, his eyes seeming to skip over Akutagawa. “Well, I’ve got some good news for you- your mission for the day’s been taken care of.”

Akutagawa stared at Chuuya with wide, hungry eyes shining with desperation. Fortunately, Chuuya seemed to be looking at anything but Akutagawa’s face. Akutagawa clenched his hands into fists, not even noticing the slight sting as his fingernails bit into his palms. Why wasn’t Chuuya looking at him? Was he embarrassed? Akutagawa’s heart sank. Of course he was embarrassed; that’s all their kiss was to Chuuya- an embarrassment, a mistake, a moment of drunken indiscretion.

“You’re all free to go for the day,” said Chuuya with a careless wave of one gloved hand. Suddenly, his eyes latched onto Akutagawa, and a small smirk crossed his face. “Except for you, Akutagawa,” he said, his voice a low, sultry purr. “I have a special mission for you.”

The other members of the Black Lizard filed out in silence. Gin flashed a quick glance at Akutagawa over her shoulder. Even though she was wearing a mask, Akutagawa could tell she was smiling. He glared at Gin, but she just raised an eyebrow at him and left.

Once everyone else had gone, Chuuya crossed the room, slowly at first, his footsteps falling in time with Akutagawa’s pounding heartbeat. Then, without warning, Chuuya threw himself the last couple steps, leaping at Akutagawa and pinning him against the wall, plastering kisses on every inch of his face. “Damn it, Aku,” he breathed between kisses. “I’ve missed you these past few days.”

Akutagawa was too stunned to react. When he finally found his voice, it was breathless and faint. “You- you missed me?”

Chuuya laughed, incredulous. “Missed you? You’re all I’ve been able to think about! Every time I remember how you I felt when you held me, I-” Chuuya cut himself off, blushing. He offered Akutagawa a small, almost shy smile. “Yeah, I missed you.”

Akutagawa thought he had never seen Chuuya look as beautiful as he did in that moment, a soft smile on his face, cheeks slightly flushed, blue eyes shining with a clean, pure radiance as they drank in Akutagawa’s face. Looking Chuuya in the eyes was like staring at the sun: Akutagawa could only manage short bursts and sideways glances before his eyes started watering. It was too much, too strange to be the focus of such warm, luminous eyes. Akutagawa didn’t know what Chuuya saw in him, but he knew there was nothing within him worthy of such light.

“Aku, what’s the matter?” Chuuya asked. He lifted one hand to stroke Akutagawa’s cheek, then let it fall, taking a step back. “It seemed like you were into me before. But, then again,” he added, grimacing. “I was drunk off my ass and could’ve misread the hell out of the situation.” He clenched and unclenched his hands. “This might not have been the best idea,” he admitted. Pause. “This might have actually been a really fucking stupid idea.” Chuuya sighed, staring at the ground. “Shit, Aku, I’m sorr-”

Akutagawa stepped forward and pulled Chuuya into a crushing embrace. “Don’t apologize.” Without meaning to, the words came out as a snarl. He paused and took a deep breath, hoping Chuuya couldn’t feel his heart pounding. “I-” Akutagawa swallowed, then coughed. “I-I liked it when you were kissing me,” he whispered, his words pouring out in a rush.

Chuuya’s face blossomed into a smile so wide Akutagawa wondered if his cheeks hurt. “Great, then we proceed as planned!” Chuuya took Akutagawa’s hand and pulled him forward, practically sprinting out the door. “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Where are we going?” Akutagawa asked, as if the answer would have changed anything. Chuuya could have led Akutagawa into a pit of poisonous vipers and he would have followed gladly as long as they were holding hands.

“Oh, you’ll see,” Chuuya replied with a cryptic smile, whipping car keys out of his pocket and spinning them around his finger.

After a particularly enthusiastic twirl, the keys slid off Chuuya’s finger, but with a slight motion of his hand, they came flying back as if tethered to him by an invisible string. Akutagawa’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the keys soaring through the air, tracing a graceful arc as fluid and elegant as the brushstrokes of a master calligrapher. Even Chuuya’s ability was so beautiful. . .

Akutagawa coughed, using his free hand to cover his mouth. “Your ability, Nakahara-san,” he began, glancing at Chuuya’s face momentarily before dropping his gaze, embarrassed. “It’s very. . . efficient.”

Chuuya smirked. “Thanks.” He gave Akutagawa’s hand a quick squeeze. “You’re looking really efficent today yourself, Aku.”

Akutagawa blushed and scowled at the ground. “I look the way I always do.”

“Gorgeous?” Chuuya suggested. “Stunning? Breath-taking? The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life?”

The blush on Akutagawa’s cheeks darkened. “Don’t- don’t say things like that.”

“Babe, you’re blushing.” Chuuya smiled, caressing Akutagawa’s cheek. “I’m gonna keep saying things like that until the end of time,” he promised. Chuuya held Akutagawa’s face in his hands and tilted his head to the side for a moment, studying Akutagawa’s eyes. Before Akutagawa knew what had happened, soft lips pressed against his, pulling away almost as quickly. Far too quickly. “I’ll tell you how beautiful you are over and over,” Chuuya whispered, taking Akutagawa’s hands and squeezing them. “I’ll tell you so many times, you’ll get sick of hearing it.”

Akutagawa gazed into Chuuya’s eyes, blue and sparkling with infinite possibilities, like the clear sky above the haze of the city. What Chuuya saw in his ashen eyes, Akutagawa would never know. All Akutagawa knew was that, no matter how many times he heard of it, he could never get tired of Chuuya calling him beautiful.

***

Akutagawa was breathtaking.

They had been dating for months, but Chuuya still couldn’t seem to get over it, especially when Akutagawa seemed to grow more beautiful by the day. Akutagawa’s eyes never failed to captivate Chuuya; the softness that stole into them when he thought no one was looking melted Chuuya’s heart, and he never tired of realizing how his eyes were gray, not as steel is gray- firm and cold, unrelenting- but gray as mist is gray in the mornings, delicate and ephemeral. Akutagawa had always struck Chuuya that way, as if he could vanish at any moment.

Chuuya could still remember the first day they met. Dazai, of course, had dragged that poor boy straight to mafia headquarters without so much as offering him a change of clothes- he was still wearing an assortment of rags collected on the streets, as well as Dazai’s own black coat- or a bite to eat, and Akutagawa trembled with every step. Chuuya imagined the boy’s bones rattling beneath his skin, collapsing in on themselves whenever he stood still. The boy hardly spared a glance at Chuuya, enraptured with Dazai as he was, but for the brief moment their eyes met, Chuuya saw a flash of the helpless creature he had been before Kouyou had taken him in, mired in a burning, feral anger.

Dazai had seen that anger, too, Chuuya knew, and he would mold it into a weapon. He would turn the fractured pieces of this boy’s shattered-glass heart into knives, into shrapnel, and the fragile boy struggling to stay on his feet would become a ticking time bomb, living only to destroy.

And so Chuuya waited for him. He loitered outside headquarters long after Kouyou was expecting him home, until Dazai strode through the doors- cocky bastard, always strutting around like he owned the place- with his new protege lagging several paces behind him, coughing hard enough to make Chuuya wince in sympathy. Chuuya marched up to Dazai, glaring. “Where are you taking him?”

Dazai’s visible eye widened. “Who?” He glanced at the boy, dismissing the idea that he could matter in any way with a wave of his hand. “Oh, him.”

“Does he have a name?” Chuuya asked, crossing his arms.

Dazai stared at the boy for a moment and shrugged. “Do you, boy?”

The boy’s face fell; Chuuya gathered that he had probably told Dazai his name earlier, and the bastard was pretending to have forgotten. Chuuya’s full lips pressed together in a thin line, and he decided to go especially hard on Dazai the next time they were training together. Chuuya was so caught up in ways he would punish Dazai that he almost didn’t hear the boy’s name.

“Akutagawa.”

“Akutagawa-kun,” Chuuya said, smiling. “Nice to meet you, I’m Nakahara Chuuya.”

Akutagawa did not reply; he kept his gray eyes fixated on Dazai’s back.

“So, where are you taking Akutagawa-kun?” Chuuya asked a second time.

“Nowhere.” Dazai gave a careless shrug. “I don’t know why he’s following me, anyway,” he added, raising his voice slightly. “Mori-san said he could join the mafia; he’s on his own now.” Dazai turned to Akutagawa with a sickly sweet smile and made his voice mockingly warm. “You’re a big boy now, aren’t you, Akutagawa-kun?” he cooed. “Or do you need me to be your mommy?” he asked, his voice snapping right back into its usual coldness.

“Well, whose subordinate is he?” Chuuya asked, his voice rising. “I’m sure whoever’s in charge of him would-” “Mine.” Dazai studied his grotesquely long fingers. “He’s mine.”

“And you don’t even have a place for him to stay the night?” Chuuya cried, scandalized. “If I had subordinates, I’d at least try to take care of them!”

“That’s why precisely why you don’t have subordinates, Chuuya,” Dazai cut in coldly. “And why you never will.” Dazai swept off, leaving his partner and his new subordinate behind in the looming shadow of mafia headquarters.

After shouting a few choice curses at Dazai’s retreating figure, Chuuya turned to Akutagawa. “Sorry about that, Akutagawa-kun,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair “He’s my partner, and kind of an asshole, as you’ve probably figured out for yourself.”

Akutagawa coughed, saying nothing.

Chuuya extended a hand to Akutagawa. “You can stay with me for the next couple days, until you figure this whole thing out,” he said with a welcoming smile. “I’m sure Ane-san won’t mind.”

Akutagawa’s eyes narrowed. “Your sister?”

Chuuya nodded. “Yeah. I haven’t talked to her yet, but once I explain the situation, she’ll let you stay.”

“I have a sister, too.” Akutagawa spoke so quietly, Chuuya had to lean in to hear what he was saying. “I would not mind sleeping on the streets a few nights longer, but if a space in your home could be spared for her-”

Chuuya put his hand on Akutagawa’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, giving Akutagawa his most reassuring smile. “I’ll take good care of you.” Akutagawa coughed, neither agreeing or disagreeing, but his eyes were clouded with doubt. Still, he turned to a nearby bush and nodded, and an equally thin and ragged child rolled out of the foilage, holding a twig like a knife. “Gin,” said Akutagawa. “He’s letting us spend the night with him.”

Gin nodded in silence, giving no response when Chuuya tried to introduce himself.

“Tough crowd,” Chuuya muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets and leading the way to Kouyou’s apartment.

Kouyou was less than pleased when Chuuya returned home more than an hour late with a couple of street orphans in a tow, but, just as Chuuya had predicted, she did not turn them away and, somewhat grudgingly, said they could stay for up to a week.

Chuuya had the next day off, and Akutagawa would not be given his first mission until evening, so they had an entire day to spend together. Although Akutagawa seemed content to lie in bed until his meeting with Dazai, Chuuya had other plans.

Chuuya had gotten up far earlier than usual to cook up a simple breakfast, making sure to set a plate aside for Kouyou; she had already left, but perhaps she would be hungry when she returned. Chuuya carried plates to each of the Akutagawa siblings. Gin woke up the moment she smelled food, devouring everything without pausing to taste a bite, but Akutagawa merely scowled and turned over, trying to go back to sleep.

Chuuya put a firm hand on Akutagawa’s bony shoulder. “Hey, you should eat something,” he said, setting the plate on the ground.

“I don’t need your charity,” Akutagawa snarled over his rumbling stomach.

Chuuya bristled. “And I don’t need your bitch-ass attitude, but I’m getting it anyway. Besides,” he added, inspired. “How do you think your meeting with Dazai’s gonna go if you collapse with hunger on the way there?” Akutagawa’s eyes widened at the mention of Dazai, and he began grudgingly picking at the food Chuuya had prepared for him.

“Thank you,” Gin murmured to Chuuya once Akutagawa left to go to the bathroom. “And Ryuu says thanks, too, but he won’t say it out loud.”

“That’s okay,” said Chuuya, feeling the beginnings of a smile on his face. “I’m not doing this because I want to be thanked.”

Later that day, Chuuya took Akutagawa shopping, convincing him that Dazai would much prefer it if he arrived at their meeting in actual clothes rather than rags when Akutagawa tried to protest. Akutagawa sulked as Chuuya presented him with various outfits, denying all of them seemingly out of spite, until finally settling on a white dress shirt with ruffles on the bottom. Then, catching sight of Chuuya smiling in the dressing room mirror, glowered at his reflection.

“I don’t like this shirt,” Akutagawa declared as they approached the register, clutching the shirt close to his chest. “But I dislike shopping with you even more. I’m only doing this to keep you from prolonging my suffering.”

Chuuya just laughed and paid for the shirt, as well as a pair of black pants and matching black dress shoes. At the last minute, after noting how Akutagawa took to the ruffled shirt, he threw a white cravat onto the pile as well.

They returned to Kouyou’s apartment so Akutagawa could change before his meeting with Dazai, and when he stepped out of the room, dressed in the clothes Chuuya had bought for him as well as Dazai’s black jacket, Chuuya’s breath caught in his throat.

“You look-”

Akutagawa glared at Chuuya, daring him to finish that statement.

Chuuya blushed “-warm. You look- you look really warm in those clothes. A lot warmer than you did in that old stuff, anyway.”

Beautiful.

That was what Chuuya wanted to say, what he meant from the bottom of his heart, and Akutagawa’s beauty only increased when he held still long enough for Chuuya to straighten the cravat around his neck, stiffening when Chuuya’s fingertips brushed against his skin. Akutagawa gasped slightly, then tried to cover it up with a cough.

Chuuya had found Akutagawa beautiful from the day they met, back when he was a ragged, rageful boy full of bitterness. He had seen the softness in his eyes when he spoke of his sister, the shadow of a smile in his face when he first put on that ruffled shirt, heard his gasp when Chuuya first touched him- he wasn’t used to being touched so gently, to hands meeting his skin with anything other than cruel intentions- and saw beauty.

Chuuya never could have predicted how deeply he would grow to love Akutagawa; now, he could never imagine who he would be if he didn’t love Akutagawa. Chuuya loved Akutagawa with all of his heart, and he was determined to shower Akutagawa in affection, to drown him in love until he had no choice but to accept that he was worthy of it. He wanted Akutagawa to know a love as faithful and constant as sunrise, so that a gentle touch did not startle him but felt natural, so that he no longer stiffened under Chuuya’s touch, but melted into it.

Chuuya wanted to love Akutagawa until he felt as beautiful as he was.

And now, Akutagawa was beautiful because he allowed himself to be. Akutagawa allowed Chuuya to brush his hair until it was soft as silk and shone like starlight, allowed Chuuya to gently massage lotion into his dry, aching hands, allowed Chuuya to cook not only breakfast for him but to offer food whenever he was hungry, always making an effort to stomach at least a couple bites of whatever Chuuya had made. Akutagawa allowed himself to be cared for, and his willingness to be loved made him more beautiful still.

***

“Ryuu. . .” said Chuuya, sing-song, as he held Akutagawa’s face in his hands. Akutagawa had not reacted when Chuuya crawled on top of him, but he gasped when Chuuya nuzzled his face into Akutagawa’s neck and left a trail of soft kisses leading to his collarbone. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“Yes, you. Every day.”

Chuuya laughed, pulling back for a moment just so he could lean down and kiss Akutagawa again. “That’s good, baby. You deserve it.”

#bungou stray dogs #chuuaku #rarepair week day five #here come dat fic o shit waddup

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little-red-beret · 8 years ago

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Hello~ can i request for Dazai who doesent notice his own fever but when the agency point it out he is heading home... Still after a while(with his condition goten worst) he realise he wasnt sick without chuuya for years... So after all he goest to chuya. Of corse he doesent want to help first but after seeing how bad dazai's condition is he will help him. After all they are still boyfriends~ >

A/N: I work in degrees celsius!

It all started because Dazai hadn’t put his coat on when walking to work. It was fine until winter set in, hard and fast, but subtle enough that Dazai didn’t notice and continued not wearing his coat. By the middle of November, Dazai still hadn’t noticed, nor did he notice when the weather finally caught up to his immune system. “Dazai, aren’t you going to wear your coat? It’s fourteen degrees outside.” Kunikida pointed out, clearly judging Dazai for his regrettable decisions.

Dazai gave Kunikida a blank look. For one, he hadn’t even realised it was that cold. Second, it didn’t even feel that cold. “No, I’m not going to wear my coat.” Dazai replied as they rode the elevator down to the exit of the detective agency. Kunikida continued to judge Dazai, eyes boring into him, squinting in concentration. Just as Dazai was beginning to grow uncomfortable, Kunikida brought a hand up to Dazai’s forehead and frowned in concern.

“Dazai, you have a fever.” Kunikida reported, still watching him cautiously. “Well, that’s a great reason to not wear a coat outside!” Dazai chirped. “It’s definitely too hot for a coat now!” “What were you thinking!? It’s late November!” Kunikida cried, snatching Dazai’s coat and draping it over his shoulders. “If you don’t wear your coat now, your temperature will just get even hotter to counteract the cold!”

Although it was indeed too hot for a coat right now, Dazai let it sit on his shoulders to settle Kunikida. He would take it off once he was out of sight. When the elevator doors slid open, Dazai sighed in relief as a rush of cool air embraced him. Beside him, Kunikida shivered. “Go straight home and get some rest. And call Yosano-San if it gets worse.” Kunikida ordered before stepping out and walking in the opposite direction of Dazai to go home. Dazai watched him go, a tiny grin of amusement creeping across his face. Kunikida had strange ways of expressing concern.

Dazai strolled leisurely down the street, breathing the cool winter air and wishing it snowed more in Yokohama. He tried to think about anything but his high temperature, made worse by the coat he had forgotten to take off his shoulders. He wondered what he should have for dinner. Sick people usually ate soups, but it was too hot for those. Maybe he would just watch TV when he got home until he fell asleep. He had no idea what to do with himself anymore.

Something was wrong. Something deeper than his high temperature, or the buzz of dizziness building in his head. His fever definitely wasn’t what was wrong. There was something missing from this fever…. a person. One who had always been by his side in these times of need.

Fifteen minutes later, Dazai was ringing the doorbell to Nakahara Chuya’s apartment over and over again at a ridiculously fast pace. When he thought he’d have gotten his attention, Dazai lowered himself to the ground, sprawled out and closed his eyes. If he didn’t look like he was dead, Chuya would probably leave him out there in the cold.

Sure enough, the door swung open. “I heard you the first…. Dazai!? What happened to you!?” Dazai felt Chuya’s hand on his forehead, and heard a small, sharp intake of breath. The next thing he felt was two small hands grabbing his arms and dragging him across the floor and into a room that was not much cooler than a furnace. Dazai moaned and squirmed out of his coat, along with many other layers of clothing. “KEEP YOUR PANTS ON OR I’LL THROW YOU OUTSIDE!” Chuya panicked, swatting frantically at Dazai’s hands.

“Chuya…. it’s so hot….” “It’s winter! Why are you here?” Chuya demanded, checking Dazai’s pockets and all his discarded clothing for weapons. “I’m sick, and something was missing.” Dazai muttered airily. “Common sense? Your will to live? Maybe, I don’t know, a cold bath??” Chuya replied derisively. “You, Chuya…. you always look after me when I’m sick.” “Mori made me look after you!!” Dazai begged to differ. After all, Mori definitely hadn’t made Chuya bring him inside just then. But this arguing was tiring, and Dazai wanted a place to rest that wasn’t the floor.

He slowly stood up, but a rush of dizziness sent Dazai stumbling into Chuya, who caught him and steadied him. “I really don’t have time for you right now. Just go and lay down and don’t get in my way.” Chuya sighed, before slowly helping Dazai to the couch and bringing him an ice pack, a glass of water and some medication. He placed a thermometer into Dazai’s mouth and read the temperature curiously. “Damn,” Chuya muttered thoughtfully. “That’s really high, but it’s not high enough to be fatal. It won’t even get you into a hospital.” “Will you stay by my side, Chuya….?” Dazai asked weakly, clutching at Chuya’s arm with the small amount of strength he could muster.

Chuya snatched his arm and the thermometer back. “Go to sleep. You need rest. Lots of rest.” Chuya ordered, and patted the ice pack on Dazai’s head in some sort of distant form of affection. He rose from the couch, but Dazai grabbed his hand again. “Please don’t leave me….” Dazai begged. “this feels so strange…. I’m shivering…. but I’m also sweating…..” Chuya sighed and sat back down beside Dazai. “You’ve had fevers before. You should know this is a normal part of it.” “Not for a long time….” Dazai corrected sleepily. “This is my first fever…. since I left the Port Mafia….”“Hey, you’re right.” Chuya remarked. “Maybe you’re taking better care of yourself.”

Dazai giggled weakly. Jumping into rivers and admiring roof beams was still a part of his daily activities. He had caught plenty of colds, this was just his first fever. It had almost been his first fever without Chuya. It was still painful remembering his days in the Port Mafia because it reminded him of Oda, but the memories of Chuya looking after him when he was sick would always be ones he could smile at (or laugh at if it was the time he accidentally threw up all over Chuya).

“Thanks for looking after me again….” Dazai mumbled. “You kind of threw yourself at my doorstep.” Chuya protested stubbornly, but then he added “And I thought you were about to die.” “So you do care about me….” He smiled weakly, eyes slipping shut as he drifted off to sleep wrapped in a veil of pleasant memories and the beginnings of delirium. The last thing he heard was the faint protests of Chuya assuring Dazai that he didn’t care about him and he didn’t want him to die outside his apartment. And after all they had been through together, as the invincible Soukoku, Dazai didn’t believe a word of it.

#sickfic #sick #fever #dizzy #dizziness #bungou stray dogs #osamu dazai #nakahara chuuya #chuya nakahara #soukoku #double black

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drink-n-watch · 6 years ago

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Up until an hour ago, I still didn’t know if I would be doing a seasonal roundup post tonight. Cutting it real cose, I know. Actually, I was pretty sure I would. I figured I’d get home, watch a few episodes of anime and start the consuming process of hunting down every current season episode review I can find, when faith threw a wrench in the works.

You know how these things go. You got your plans all settled and somehow you end up doing something completely different. Whether it’s instantly dropping everything you were going to do because a show you’ve been waiting for forever has finally come back, or whether it’s somehow ending up working for a criminal organization you had sworn to destroy. Life is just quirky that way sometimes. There will be episode 1 spoilers.

I have a bad happy feeling about this…

I like Bungo Stray Dogs quite a bit. I’m a fan of Bones as well. But even I will admit that the series has its ups and downs. It’s often more fun than anything else. Like smart or thought provoking or powerful. But at it’s best, it’s pretty tremendous.

For me, that “best”, happens to be the opening arc of season 2 (the Dark Era arc). This handful of episodes show the full technical and artistic potential of Bungo Stray Dogs and I was really hoping we would see more of that in season 3….Well it seems someone out there took me literally!

well this is dark…

First though, let me just say I had forgotten how pretty Bungo Stray Dogs is. Season 3 did not get any sort of visible animation boost but it’s simply not needed. The colors are so rich and saturated, the lines crisp. The slightly angular designs remain both traditionally attractive and eye catching, while looking great in movement. And boy was there a lot of movement. Fantastically animated mouvement. I also particularly liked the soundtrack this episode. It was playful and unusual.

So yeah…Bones knows how to put together an anime. Big surprise! I guess if you haven’t seen the episode, you can be comforted by the fact that Bones still knows how to make an anime! YAY! The only element that may put some viewers off, is that much like Dead Apples, faces clearly disappear as soon as there’s a little distance. I had figured this as a cost cutting initiative but I’m not so sure anymore. It may be a design choice. I’m only saying this because I was disappointed to note it at first, but by the middle of the episode, I kind of liked the effect. It had an artsy feel to it and made you appreciate the full body of the charac…this sounds so pervy, I don’t mean it that way guys…

no really, it was just bad wording…

When I say someone out there took me literally, I mean that this first season 3 episode mirrors last season’s opener. Once again we are brought back in time to when Dazai was still part of the Port Mafia. Further back in fact as Mori has just seized he leadership and is trying to establish control, with a teenage Dazai by his side.

In the meantime, a young upstart with a powerful gift of controlling gravity is out to destroy the mafia for the ravages the previous boss has wrecked on the city. This fifteen year old Chuuya is brash and violent, and also deeply cares about the people in his town as well as those that chose to follow him. He dislikes being called a leader and minimizes his abilities calling himself simply lucky to have been born with a good gift.

it’s usually the other way around, no?

Flashbacks to the youths of popular characters is a pretty easy way to please the fans. Well, I’m not complaining! Not to mention that Dazai and Chuuya are excellent candidates. Chuuya is rarely seen in the previous seasons but has a lot of presence and viewers were dying to find out more. He was also the breakout character of the movie Dead Apples so it’s a great time to put him front and center.

The young emotionless Dazai is also interesting. His past is still fairly mysterious and yet so important to the context of the plot that whatever clues we get are precious. And then there’s Mori. One of my favourite characters. His simple presence is a wild card in any scene and opens up so many narrative possibilities. And he’s just fun. Like Sherlock Holmes but evil. You know, more evil…

I meant it as a compliment..um…sir…

The plot brings everyone together through a weird little twist. Apparently, the old boss Mori prematurely retired seems to be back from the dead and slightly miffed. Well t least there have been sightings but it’s hard to tell. There are also whispers of ancient kamis turning rage into black flames. Of course, a logical man like Mori is unlikely to fall for that but still, coincidences are wrackin up and it bears a little investigation.

Who better than two 15 year old boys who are constantly bickering. One oddly yet not really suicidal and the other openly hostile. Smart move Mori. But we all know Mori sensei has his reasons, he always has his reasons, he’s just not going to share them with us yet!

the kami in question….

It was a good first episode. It set up both the action and the potential mystery quite well. I do want to know whether people are coming back from the dead or whether something else is at play here. I also want to know what this Arahabaki is. How did a young Chuuya go from despising the Port Mafia and swearing to murder every member, to joining them? Where is Elise? The questions are all set up nicely with just enough meat on the bone to wet your appetite.

But it was hardly perfect. It was quite exposition heavy and had it not concentrated on more charismatic characters, it would probably have tipped right into tedious. The episode felt the need to reestablish a lot of the foundations of the story so we once again saw Mori’s coup in detail. The characters sort of explained their personalities to each other out loud, clearly and only for the audience’s sake. It was a bit graceless. And with so much to establish, it ended up being very dialogue heavy.

you can’t really see him but the guy behind Chuuya is Rimbaud. I use to love him as a kid and still cherish some very early edition books of his poems. I should read some of Chuuya’s poetry as well

All and all though, I’m quite happy with this start. I think it shows good potential and I can’t wait to see where it leads!

Did you guys watch the first episode? did you like it?

I really liked this scene composition. It’s better when there all standing straight but this line was funnier.

Of course I have more pics! I wouldn’t leave you guys hanging!

Bungo Stray Dogs 3 -1 : Change of Plans Up until an hour ago, I still didn't know if I would be doing a seasonal roundup post tonight.

#action #anime #blonde bishie #Bungo Stray Dogs #episodic #supernatural

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