#i would like to shake dazai violently

[unanottexxx]

You can put one character in a jar and do whatever you want with them. Who are you choosing and what are you doing?

when we phrase it like putting them in a jar i either think about shaking a jar violently or building a terrarium type of thing in it for them to lay down and rest :) and there are plenty of characters whom i want to shake violently or let them rest sooo i can't pick one

but from a slightly different perspective, i'll choose hange from aot because for some reason i feel like they would be less freaked out about being in a jar and i think having a conversation with them would be so fun.

[oikasugayama]

what about a bsd chart for falling in love?

i can't help falling in love with you

Dazai is prone to falling in love at first sight. He sees a pretty girl, or a handsome guy, and does everything in his power to get their attention. It's different when you come along, though. You fly under his radar for a while; it's not that you're not his type, it's that he doesn't realize it at first. As he gets to know you he realizes more and more how much he likes talking to you; how attractive he thinks you are; how much he relishes in your attention. You know his reputation and try to steer clear of his charms, but you're not entirely successful. You vow not to tell him, though, because you don't want to get your heart broken. That makes the surprise of his confession all the more potent. It's proper, it's sincere, and it's real.

Akutagawa is more surprised than you are when he confesses. Love isn't something he thought he'd have the pleasure of experiencing. His life has been difficult, its been deadly, and its been dark, but meeting Atsushi made him more thoughtful and less violent, and then when he met you he felt like he was experiencing something brand new. It was exciting. It was confusing. It was beautiful. You liked him as well, of course, but you vowed not to tell him because you didn't think he had romantic interests and you didn't want to make him pull away from the little friendship you had developed. His confession is a pleasant surprise.

Poe falls in love easily. All it takes is someone being nice to him and showing interest in his writing, and he's done for. For you to regularly read his stories and genuinely praise and critique them, and for you to enjoy spending time with him even if it's spent doing nothing--it means the world to him. He confesses to you via poetry. He writes you a lovely dramatic poem about a lonely man who meets a person who brightens his world. It's obvious it's about you--his nervousness and shaking hands gives it away. You're so excited. You liked him too, a lot, but weren't sure if you should tell him yet. You're glad he took the decision out of your hands.

Nikolai and Fyodor are similar when it comes to love. They are best friends, after all (according to Nikolai anyway). They have a philosophy that some think is... wrong or outdated, but it works for them when they want to get you. It goes like this: they see you, they want you, they get you. Literally. Either of them would lure you in and capture you. He'll explain his grand love for you, and even if you escape, he'll find you again and again. He'll wear you down until you love him or it kills you. Whichever comes first.

Sigma, having only recently become a person, doesn't know what extreme emotions feel like. When he starts to fall in love with you, he thinks he's sick or dying because of the way his heart rate increases, and the way he gets shaky and nervous when you come around. He thinks you may be using an ability on him. He doesn't confront you right away, because he really doesn't want to think you'd hurt him--he really, really likes you otherwise. You're so kind and thoughtful and helpful. You don't use him and leave him like others in his life. Once he finally realizes that he's in love with you, it weighs heavily on his mind and stays there. Should he tell you? Do you feel the same? He needs to think on it a while longer...

Oda falls in love with someone very sweet and gentle. The world is a disturbing place with awful things happening every day, and you aren't nearly as aware of that as he is, and he wants to keep it that way. He wants to protect you. To take care of you. To provide for you. He knows he wont be able to do these things without connecting you to the dark part of the world that he works in, so he refrains from confessing. It's the best way to keep you safe. When you confess to him, though, he doesn't have the self-restraint to deny you. He warns you of the dangers, but tells you he wants out, and he'll get out for you. He makes a plan and you're part of it.

Atsushi having had such a dark and violent childhood is a late bloomer when it comes to love. All the other kids in the orphanage were basically his siblings, and he went straight to the ADA after leaving there, so until you come along he's never really had a crush on any real life person. He's thought people were pretty, sure, but that feeling was nothing compared to how his heart races and his knees wobble and his mouth wont cooperate with his brain any time you're around. It becomes extremely obvious to everyone that he has feelings for you, including you after a certain point, and you just think he's so damn sweet. You ask him out finally when you realize he likely wont ever be brave enough to ask you first. He nearly faints he's so excited, and nervous, when you bring it up.

Junichiro falls for someone soft and sweet and nervous after his previous relationship ends. He liked dating people bolder than him, but after a certain point it became too exhausting keeping up with that type of person please for the love of god don't tell everyone you're his sister like Naomi did. When he starts to fall for you, he's very upfront. He tells you he thinks he's falling, and you tell him back. He says he'll keep you updated after he has more time to think about it, and you say the same. You end up spending more and more time together, slowly creating an orbit around the two of you, making a space in your lives for each other. It happens so gradually and so on-pace with one another that it feels completely natural being with him.

Bram may not be the first to fall in love, but he does tell you he intends to court you before you ever reveal your feelings to him. He thinks you're pretty, and he likes when you're around, and you seem to like coming around since you're with him a lot, so he very casually tells you he would like to court you and you very happily accept his offer. He very, very quickly realizes you're something precious and special when he starts thinking about you romantically, and not long after beginning to date he tells you his feelings are very deep. It's a shock but a definite win for you.

Tachihara definitely thinks you're hot and he can tell that you like him--those Hunting Dog instincts and modifications are pretty handy--but he doesn't consider his own feelings for a long time. He leads you on, in fact, giving you attention to make you fawn over him, and then he acts cool like nothing happened, brushing you off and not making plans with you. When you try to move on, stop giving him attention, try to find someone else who's interested in you, he notices, and he hates it. It occurs to him then that he's jealous and he realizes aw fuck, I've gotta tell them how I feel.

Mushitaro is so prim and proper and charismatic--it's hard not to fall for him. You're friends for a long time without thinking much of him, but eventually one day you just realize and it starts bugging you. You may try to distance yourself to see if the feelings will go away, but they wont. While you're distant he misses you desperately and starts to puzzle together his own feelings. Eventually he comes to your house and confesses on your doorstep, saying he misses you and he cares about you so much and he at least needs to know why you're ignoring him. It feels dramatic and straight out of a rom-com.

Ranpo, as I've said before, knows as soon as you do, maybe even sooner, that you have feelings for him. Yours definitely develop before his, but he picks up on it quickly and decides that he wants to date you to see where it goes, and he makes the decision to stay with you long-term after only a couple of dates. There's no confession on your part given that he just knows, but from him the confession is sweet while still being matter-of-fact. "I've fallen for you, as I knew I would. Let's keep dating until we're sick of each other, 'kay?"

Mori lives a double life and you have no idea. If you knew he was the head of the Port Mafia there's no fucking way in hell you ever would have talked to him or gotten to know him or fallen for him or confessed to him, but you didn't know that. To you, Mori was the handsome man in a doctor's coat who came into your store every week. He chatted with you more and more each time he came in, and finally you were brave enough to give him your number, to text him, to ask him out to coffee. He say yes every time, going along with it, and only after you'd been casually dating for some time did he tell you who he really is and well, fuck, you were just about to tell him you were in love with him, so you've both got bombs to drop tonight.

Chuuya plays it so cool that you don't assume he has any sort of romantic feeling for you, but your mind is completely hung up on him to the point of you thinking that you need to be rejected already so you can move on. You tell him as much when you confess, trying to play it off as a joke when you say "dude, I think you're really hot, can you reject me so I'll stop wondering if I have a chance?" He laughs, smirks, and says "I don't think I will, actually. I'll take you to dinner tonight instead." You're flustered, unsure if he means it or not, but oh boy does he. The date goes really well, actually, and he asks to see you again, and scolds you for thinking he was out of your league. "I'm just a guy, I'm not that special."

Kunikida may seem high-strung, and yeah, he is, but there's something about him that just does it for you. Maybe it's that he's so responsible, maybe it's that he's incredibly kind and thoughtful, or maybe it's everything. You don't know, it's hard to explain, and explain you must because when you try to confess to him he asks you why and what did he do to deserve your attention? He ponders your confession for a few hours in private before he reaches out to you. You expect to be rejected, but he accepts your offer, saying you were a shock and he's trying to have a few more unexpected experiences.

Fukuzawa likes you as a person but refuses to acknowledge you romantically given your age gap. You have to confess before he'll think about you in that way. It doesn't go smoothly--you're very quickly but politely turned down. It doesn't make your crush go away, though, and you notice that Fukuzawa seems a bit skiddish around you. When you finally get fed up and ask him why he's been acting weird ever since you asked him out, he admits that he's been thinking about you a lot and thinks that maybe he made a hasty, incorrect choice the last time you spoke about this...

Ango may not be the first to fall in love in your relationship, but once he's in love he's obsessed with you. It all starts like any office romance with a new transfer from another department. He's told you're talented and promising, but he doesn't believe it until you start actually lightening his work load and making his job easier. When you start casually calling him cute and flirting with him, he doesn't know what to think. It's unprofessional, but it's also exciting and he doesn't exactly dislike the attention. When you're off the clock and ask him out on a proper date, he says yes with only minimal hesitation. It's the best decision he's ever made.

[jackiepackiee]

Oh hey there! This my first time requesting you!

I have a request for chuuya nakahara and dazai osamu. I wanna ask that how would he be a as a boyfriend to a s/o who could control electrons in the atmosphere.

For dazai its how would he confess to girl who he admires for a long time but is scared to lose her, but she confesses to him before he could?

Thank you very much and I love the rule about angst without a happy ending i mean cmon life is tough enough already we all are carrying emotional baggage in some way or the other 😭😭

Love you admin, take care! 💞💞

Trying this again because I finished and tumblr deleted it ALLLL

I love science!

𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 & 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈- 𝓃𝑜𝓅𝑒

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 / 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒

𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾

Will ask the most annoying questions

“Can you make your body a metallic bond so when you’re hit by an enemy, you’re malleable. Oh! Can you make the hatrack an ionic bond so I can make his charges line up and he’ll explode!”

“Dazai… No!

Yall meet a work

He teases you, goes on missions with you, pranks Kunikida with you

But it’s not until your ability goes haywire and you’re hurt one day that he realizes he likes you

From then on, he hugs you when your ability acts up

Nullifying you and getting a hug

A win win in his book

Little things change

He does his paperwork, doesn’t drink as much, teases you more, and makes less suicide attempts

Though, he can’t confess

You’re too good, he can’t ruin you with his depression and violent past

But, what if you say no?

He thinks it’s a lose lose

What a dumb thing for such a smart guy to think?

He finally decided to confess when Ranpo tells him that it’s a good idea

(Ranpo, the world's greatest detective, can obviously tell you like Dazai and he likes you. Why not be the wingman for the new it couple?)

“Dazai… the entire agency knows. And I’ll tell them for you… unless you get me a snack. Yknow, I’m no romance detective, but love is in the air.”

So… he brings you to the Port

Wins you a cute little teddy at a game slot

He’s about to confess

But… before he can speak

“Dazai, I like you!”

You like him. You. So incredibly intelligent, strong, kind? He’s smart, but would’ve never seen this coming

He noticed how the ocean twists

You ability acts up and is causing the hydrogen and oxygen to disconnect

You’re practically shaking with nerves

So… he hugs you

Not a kiss… he would never rush such a perfect moment

The ocean calms, you ability nullifies

Now that you’re dating, the question are WORSE

“Did you change the atoms in my brain so I love you?” “One, no. Two, that’s not how love works!”

Brags to everyone, even if it’s annoying

Just adores you

Thinks he could die happy

Although, he’d much rather live to love you

Makes sure that all your missions are local so he can get to you incase electrons start buzzing around

Calls you dumb things, stupid science jokes, it’s a headache

Overall, so smart but sooo stupid

𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶

Thinks you’re the coolest!

Likes to think your abilities are similar and you two have a connection

Also… a bit dumb

So he asks so many questions

What, he’s fascinated with you and he wants to know as much as he can

“Valence electrons? What?” “What do ya mean I can’t see em? Too small?”

Even if he’s technically the strongest in the entire Port Mafia, thinks you’re better

I mean, he can control gravity but you can manipulate matter!

Thinks that you’re a gift for all his years of hell and unluckiness

Even if you’re just a friend… for now

Never EVER lets you go on missions alone

Makes sure at least one of his trusted subordinates is with you

And if that can’t happen, he’ll make sure Mori gives Chuuya you’re a dangerous work

He’ll miss sleep to take your work, just so you’re safe

If you’re ever overwhelmed, he’ll float you off the ground

Makes sure that you can calm down

Maybe it’s the air higher up, maybe the scenery?

Or… maybe it’s his arms wrapped tight around you

He realizes during one of these moments how much he loves you

“Shh, it’s okay. You ability is stable and you’re safe.”

After asking Kouyou for advice, he’s ready to confess

Buys roses, wine, a jazz record, and a little stuffed animal

Knocks on your apartment when…

You open the door… looking stunning.

“Chuuya? What’re you doing here?”

A gorgeous red outfit, styled hair and makeup. He used his ability to float the gifts to the ceiling so you wouldn’t see.

“Oh… you look pret- I mean! You’re so dressed up.”

“Yeah… was about to leave.”

His heart sunk, although his cheeks warmed at the sight of you in such a beautiful outfit.

“Do you have a date?”

“Date? No, I don’t.”

What a relief!

“Well, what’s the occasion?”

“… I really like you Chuuya! I was gonna try and find you at work now!”

Oh woah… did he just die and go to heaven?

Gives you the sweetest kiss (It’s definitely his first)

Now that you’re dating, he spoils you

Remember how no one is allowed to put you in danger?

Before, he’d let other watch you

But now he’ll clear his day just for your safety

Tries to learn as much as he can about science so he can talk with you even more

“Damn it… electron sea? I thought we had seven seas already?”

Overall? Perfect 11/10

[mystwrites]

Carefree Laughter

Summary: Dazai instigates some shenanigans with Atsushi and Akutagawa the night before their big mission. Sometimes, it’s nice to just let loose and laugh

CW: Tickling (don’t like, don’t read)

A/N: I changed this prompt so many times throughout the past few months😅hope it’s good!

Despite this little “hang out”, Dazai’s real intention was to take Atsushi and Akutagawa on a week long mission, hoping their partnership would become more cooperative as they investigated this new case.

The two at first were against it, adamant that they didn’t need to do the mission. The one thing those two had in common despite being polar opposites was the fact that they both were stubborn.

However, both Mori and Fukuzawa approved Dazai’s request to take them on the mission, stamping a paper to prove the notion to the two. It now was a mandatory mission that would pay them extra and they couldn’t say no to a bit of money and Dazai, especially if he somehow convinced the bosses of each organization to agree.

Knowing the two would be at each other’s throats for most of the mission, Dazai’s first order of business was allowing them to hopefully relax around one another. His hope was to shake things loose and let them get comfortable around one another. He took them out to dinner, actually paying for the meal, took them to get ice cream and then headed back to his place for a “sleepover” but Akutagawa and Atsushi both thought it was Dazai’s method of forcing them to be together.

The two were tense, oh so tense as they all sat in Dazai’s living room, watching whatever shitty drama was on TV. Atsushi was pressed against Dazai’s side as Akutagawa glared at them. It was clear by how fidgety Atsushi was that he was nervous and Akutagawa was as well, albeit a bit more reserved and…angry looking.

Deciding it was time to instigate a little bit of chaos, Dazai turned to Atsushi whose eyes were glued on the TV. He then caused Atsushi to squeal and curled up on the couch, giggling as Dazai started shaking his shoulders violently.

He then grabbed Akutagawa and did the same, the Port Mafia executive letting out a squeak of shock as Dazai stood over him. Akutagawa didn’t laugh like Atsushi did, but was stunned into just staring at Dazai with big, confused eyes.

“Akutagawa kun, I suggest that you and Atsushi kun run as fast as you can from me.~” Dazai sang, the raven haired man’s eyes widening significantly as he watched Atsushi take off running towards the nearest room.

Footsteps thundered throughout the small living quarters, Dazai chasing Atsushi and Akutagawa. Every room they ran into, they left a few seconds later, Dazai only missing them or getting hit by pillows and shoved out of the way to allow the anticipation to grow.

Atsushi was very happy whenever Dazai instigated a playful chase or other silly shenanigans like assisting him in pranks around the office. However, Akutagawa clearly wasn’t used to any of this and a bit confused and slightly scared. To him, this could mean another training session.

Atsushi was the one who told him to just follow him and run. So Akutagawa did, running behind Atsushi and following the weretiger’s every move to create distance from their mentor.

“Akutagawa kun, do you know what will happen when I catch you?” Dazai asked, shifting his weight between both feet as he had a stare down with the two from across the kitchen table.

“Why would I?” Akutagawa asked, taking the break to catch his breath. “You’ve never acted like this with me before!”

“True.” Dazai said, shrugging. “Eh. Atsushi kun, wanna tell him what will happen?~”

Atsushi squealed as Dazai lunged at him, throwing himself over the table. “He’s going to tickle you if he catches you! Run while you can!!”

Shaking his head as Dazai fell off of the table and landed with a thud onto the floor, Akutagawa let out a cough and watched as Atsushi ran around, laughing and shrieking like a child.

“What a foolish person that weretiger is.” he thought, totally not in awe of how Atsushi’s smile and light, airy giggles made his cheeks warm slightly. “There’s never time for such antics. Not in the Port Mafia at least.”

Akutagawa closed his eyes for a split second to shake the thoughts off and opened them as quickly as possible when he heard Atsushi scream. As his eyes fell on Atsushi who had collapsed to the floor, he saw Dazai dragging the weretiger by his ankles over to the futon that lay in the center of the room.

“I’ve got the weretiger!!” Dazai cheered, lifting Atsushi up by the hips and swinging him around.

“DAZAI SAN!! PUT ME DOWN!!” Atsushi shrieked, finally getting placed gently onto the futon he set up in the middle of the room.

“And now you’re getting tickled!!” Dazai growled, raising his hands up and laughing as Atsushi screamed. “I haven’t even touched you yet!”

As Akutagawa observed the scene before him, Atsushi burst into hysterical giggles as Dazai sat on his waist, wiggling his fingers inches from his ticklish spots. When those ten wiggling fingers dropped down, the screams crescendoed, Atsushi now kicking his feet out wildly and rolling around as much as he could as Dazai squeezed a spot Akutagawa couldn’t see.

“There we go! Now you’re really laughing, Atsushi kun.~” Dazai cooed, laughing along as Atsushi weakly pushed his hands away.

It was rare to see Atsushi like this let alone hear him laughing so hard but it was…oddly sweet to hear. Akutagawa felt his cheeks heat up as he stood there, watching the scene before him, Dazai suddenly getting off Atsushi and grabbing the detective by the ankle when he kicked his back.

“OUCH! Are you kicking me?!~” Dazai asked, lying on top of Atsushi and wrestling with his legs. “Don’t kick me! That’s not nice!”

“IHIHIT’S YOUR FAHAHAULT! NO! DAZAI SAN NOT THERE!!” Atsushi shrieked, slapping Dazai’s shoulders with his hands. “AAIYYEEE NOT MY KNEES AHAHAHA!! HEHEHELP!! AKUTAGAWA! HEHEHELP ME PLEHEHEASE!!”

“Jeez! So sassy!” Dazai scoffed, continuing to squeeze the life out of poor Atsushi’s knees. “You gonna help him, Aku kun?~”

Unsure of how to react, Akutagawa stared at Dazai with big, pleading eyes, begging the man to tell him what to do. Dazai kept tickling Atsushi but gave him a nod, signaling that it was okay to have a little bit of fun.

Sighing, Akutagawa decided to jump in, attempting to attack Dazai only to suddenly get grabbed and pinned to the futon besides a laughing Atsushi. Gasping as he stared up at Dazai, Akutagawa let out a grunt and cupped his mouth, realizing Dazai was now trying to tickle his ribs.

“NNGGH!!” Akutagawa squeezed his eyes shut and pursed his lips, his arms tightly pressed against his sides as Dazai gently poked up and down his ribs.

“Trying to help your comrade?” Dazai asked, putting in more of an effort to break Akutagawa. “I applaud you, Aku kun. You’ve become more of a team player! I’m proud of you! However, now you must suffer the same fate as your partner!~”

Dazai’s fingers found a rather ticklish spot at Akutagawa’s highest ribs. Flailing about, Akutagawa sputtered. As Dazai continued to poke that spot, Akutagawa let out a cry before he finally broke, giggling like a child, unable to stop himself as Dazai’s fingers kneaded up and down his ribs.

Beside him, Atsushi was also laughing and Akutagawa wanted nothing more than to wipe that smile off Atsushi’s face. That was until he saw Atsushi was laughing with him, not at him. 

Dazai was also tickling him, gently skittering his fingers up and down his ribs. Atsushi also being tickled with Akutagawa made the whole ordeal a lot less humiliating for him. At least now, he could pester Atsushi about this newfound weakness.

The sensations were maddening and almost unbearable as Dazai used both hands to tickle Akutagawa once more. Dazai was now wiggling all his fingers under Akutagawa’s arms, forcing out a scream. Akutagawa couldn’t help but start to plead even if he didn’t really want Dazai to stop tickling him.

“D-Dahahazai sahan!!” he gasped, trying desperately to catch his breathe amidst his laughter as the bandaged man focused all his attention on him. “Dahahazai san plehehease!! Plehehehease sehenpai!! Ahahahaa!! Heheelp me, weheheretiger!”

“I’ll save you, Akutagawa!!” Atsushi shouted, grabbing Dazai’s sides and squeezing with everything he had. “Take this! And this! And this!!! Go! Free yourself, Akutagawa!!”

Dazai jumped and let out a squeak. As Atsushi squeezed his sides again, he laughed, squirming and trying to slap Atsushi away while keeping the two pinned beneath him. However, Dazai ultimately shoved Atsushi back down after deciding that the weretiger needed more tickles.

“Your bravery is admirable, Atsushi kun!I’m proud of both of you! Saving one another whenever the other is in trouble! thought you could tickle me too?” Dazai exclaimed, pulling Atsushi closer to a giggly Akutagawa. “However, your teamwork isn’t enough to defeat me!~”

“Uhuhuse Rahahashōmohohon!!” Atsushi shrieked, arching his back as Dazai tickled up and down his sides in rapid successions.

“I-Ihihi cahahan’t!!” Akutagawa cried, wheezing loudly as Dazai suddenly tickled his neck. “AAAHH! DAHAHAZAI SAAHAHAHAN!! DAZAI SEHENPAI!! PLEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEASE!!”

“What with all the names you’re calling me?” Dazai asked, feigning innocence as his fingers gently tickled every inch of Akutagawa’s neck. “What’s wrong, Aku kun?~”

“I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE!!” Akutagawa suddenly began to cough, wheezing as he tried to catch his breath.

Dazai immediately stopped, removing his fingers from Akutagawa’s neck. “Whoa! Oh yeah, I believe you when you say that. Breathe and take a break.“

Receiving a head pat, Akutagawa blushed slightly, unsure if he was surprised or just happy Dazai was giving him attention and treating him like he was treating Atsushi. Hearing the weretiger screaming with laughter, Akutagawa looked over and watched as Dazai held Atsushi’s hands and shirt up.

“NOOOHOHO!! NOT THAT!!” Atsushi howled, trying to free himself. “DOHOHON’T YOU DAHAHARE!!”

Dazai dared to do so and blew as hard as he could onto Atsushi’s belly, the white haired teen dissolving into a fit of laughter so hard he fell silent and squeaked like a mouse when he tried to regain his breathing.

“I love that belly laugh!” Dazai laughed, giving poor Atsushi another raspberry which forced a scream and high pitched cackles to escape. “Oh those giggles! They’re so precious! I’m sure Aku kun wants to hear more of your giggles too!~”

“NOHOHOHO!!! NOOO-AAAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHE DOESN’T!” Atsushi was now red in the face, his face showing nothing but pure happiness. “STOP DAHAHAZAI SAN!! PLEHEHEASE!! I’M GONNA DIHIHIE!!”

“Alright, last one. Is that okay?” Dazai asked, grinning as Atsushi nodded. “Alright, ready?~”

“Y-yehehes…AAAAIIYEEEHEHEHEE!!” Atsushi felt the raspberry but also felt hands on his sides lobster pinching up and down. “NONONONO! AHAHAHA STOP IT!! AHAHA!! STOP!!”

Now unable to laugh audibly, Atsushi waved his hands, signaling to Dazai that he had enough and couldn’t handle anymore tickling. His eyes were watery with tears of mirth, due to laughing himself absolutely silly.

Dazai laughed, ruffling Atsushi’s hair playfully. “You are so ticklish, Atsushi kun!~”

Akutagawa watched as the two shared a laugh and Atsushi earned a hug from Dazai. Feeling his jealousy bubble up, Akutagawa was about to walk away to control his anger when Dazai suddenly pounced on him, lifting his shirt up as much as he could.

“D-Dazai san!!” Akutagawa gasped, smiling nervously as the brunette lifted his shirt up to reveal his tummy. “W-wha…?!?”

“You didn’t think I’d leave you out, right?~” Dazai asked, inhaling loudly and placing his lips onto Akutagawa’s stomach.

“AAAAHAHHAA!!” Akutagawa couldn’t help but burst into laughter as Dazai blew a raspberry. “DAZAHAHAI SAHAHAN!! AHAHAHHA!!”

Now hysterical, Akutagawa kicked his feet out and pushed at Dazai’s shoulders, his cheeks a brighter shade of red than it was when he had watched Atsushi get tickled. Akutagawa curled up as much as he could, Dazai somehow managing to still stay in contact with his tummy.

“You also have a great laugh, Aku kun!~” Dazai teased, digging into Akutagawa’s hips. “Have you been hiding this laugh from me for all these years? It’s so cute! I just wanna hear more!~”

“NOOO!!” Akutagawa whined, cackling as Dazai continued squeezing his hips and giving his belly raspberries. “DAHAHAZAI SAHAHAN!!”

“What?” Dazai teased, skittering his fingers up and down Akutagawa’s sides. “What’s wrong?~”

All Akutagawa did was shake his head.

“Nothing’s wrong?~”

“NOHOHOHO!!”

“Alright, let’s continue then! I wanna hear you really laugh!~”

“NOOOO!! WAIT!! AHAHAHAAA!!”

Raspberry after raspberry was blown, Akutagawa laughing so hard he was unable to speak. After a fourth raspberry, he fell into yet another coughing fit, Dazai helping him sit up and patting his back as he hacked away.

“You okay, Ryuu kun?” Dazai asked, rubbing his back rather comfortingly as he continued coughing. “Oh my! Okay, okay! Relax, I’m done.”

“Y-yehes…” Akutagawa responded, lying back down. “I-I’m okay.”

Dazai smiled and gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Good. Now both of you need to rest. We will be leaving to meet with the client early in the morning, okay?”

“Okay!” the two replied, both saluting Dazai.

“By the way, Aku kun,” Dazai said, looking over his shoulder. “You should smile and laugh around us more often. You have a cute laugh. Wouldn’t you agree, Atsushi kun?~”

As Dazai walked to his room, Akutagawa looked to Atsushi and noticed the young detective blushing profusely. The comment Dazai made flustered Atsushi because yes, Akutagawa had a very sweet laugh which he found so endearing.

Deciding not to say anything that could instigate an argument, Akutagawa held his comments in and just rubbed the back of his neck as Atsushi walked past him to pull a blanket out of his bag. Soon, a comfortable silence fell upon the two as they began to set up their futons, deciding to start calling it a day.

The two actually ended up talking for a bit, their conversation being a normal one between two people who could possibly call one another friends. If their first meeting was under different circumstances, no mafia or ADA affiliations, they’d possibly be great friends right off the bat. Sharing a laugh at their love for cats, sweets and other things, they looked at one another, no hint of malicious intent in their eyes.

Dazai checked on them a few moments later, happy to see them lying on Atsushi’s futon, laughing and talking like friends would. Maybe by the time their mission is finished, they will be best friends…or maybe just cooperative partners he could call at any given time. Either way, Dazai was proud of Atsushi as well as Akutagawa’s progress.

As long as they keep challenging one another, they will surely grow and flourish into the dynamic duo Dazai knew they could be.

[a-random-weeb]

Can I request ADA Yandere Dazai with a ADA fem reader?

imagine Yandere!Dazai kidnaps fem!reader cause he had enough of stalking. Acting all friendly in the ADA with her, only for reader to act oblivious to his advanced to court her. Fem!reader waking up after being drug by the Dazai, laying on an unfamiliar bed, being chain. Dazai walks in explaining all his love for her. Suprise suprise, fem reader explain he doesn't have to kidnap her and she was willing on staying for Dazai and proving her love for him

you basically just wrote the whole thing for me LMAO

But heres your summery but ���longer✨ (Just like my di-)

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, Yandere themes, a littllllee NSFW mentions and I think that's it

Disclaimer: this is not romanticizing Yandere stuff, this is fanfiction and is never ok in real life

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It wasn't enough anymore. No, he needed more. Sure, he loved stalking you, watching you eat, sleep, game, whatever. He needed you to notice him, his affections, his love. Every day he watches you smiling and laughing with Kyouka, playing with Nanami, and having fun with people who aren't him. Every day he desperately tries to impress you, to make a move, but you always squirm around, looking away and leaving. He wish he knew why. He couldn't take it anymore, so he did what he had to do... He had to make sure he was the center of your attention.

Your eyes slowly flutter open, glancing around the monotonous room. Sun beams pour through the window, reflecting off the plain, white walls aswell as the hardwood floor. The flickering ceiling light and the soft, blue bed you lay on seem to be the only decor in the room. You try to sit up only to realize your wrists and ankles are restrained by chains. You try to stay silent as you attempt removing the chains from your limbs, hoping to not alert any unwanted attention to whoever brought you to this place. You find your efforts to be in vain, both removing the chains and being quiet, because you here footsteps approach the room.

"Hey Belladonna~" You watch as a hooded man enters the room. You can't hold your tears in as you violently thrust against the chains, attempting to break free.

"What the hell do you want?!" You scream, your eyebrows furrowing as big, salty tears stream down your face. The panic and fear overwhelm you as the anonymous man chuckles. He removes his black hoodie, revealing his true face.

"Dazai...?" Your eyes widden. Your emotions were all over the place now, anger, betrayal, confusion, anxiety, fear, panic... Too many emotions at once... He smirks at your squirming, "Why the long face dear?" You flinch as he approaches you, kissing your tears away, "I'm not gonna hurt you!"

"Get away from me-" he quickly covers your mouth with his palm.

"Shhhh, I'll explain everything." He smirks, but his face is tinted pink. "you see, I've liked you for quite some time. Everytime I went to flirt or make a move, you would avoid eye contact and leave. I've been stalking you, so I know you haven't noticed me... It's so cute when you touch yourself, or read smutty fanfiction at 3 AM, or laugh at a cat video. I can't get enough of you, so I had to take matters into my own hands... So I drugged you and kidnapped you, it was the only logical thing to do!" You think his actions were the opposite of logical.

"Dazai... do you know why I avoid eye contact and squirm?" He raises an eyebrow, shaking his head. You sigh, "It's because I love you idiot!" Dazai's whole face turns red, "Y-you what?"

"I love you!" And like that, your both blushing messes. Dazai would've never suspected that the reason for your avoidance of him was because you liked him! He looks overjoyed as he pecks your lips.

"So if I untie you, you won't try to run?" You shake your head, "You didn't have to kidnap me or tie me up! All you had to do was confess!" Dazai eagerly unties you, pulling you to his chest.

"I love you..." he whispers.

"I love you too..." You smash your lips against his, excited to live your new life with him.

[scriveyner]

so be good for goodness sake

Atsushi watched out of the corner of his eye as Ryuu-chan industriously dragged the kitchen chair over to where he was standing at the counter and climbed somberly up beside him. He continued to chop vegetables for a moment, before turning his head slightly toward Ryuu-chan, eyebrow lifted. “Yes?”

“I would like a pet,” Ryuu-chan said. “For Christmas.”

Atsushi didn’t stop his prep work. “You already have a pet, Ryuu-chan.”

Ryuu-chan folded his arms and frowned. “Acchan is too much work.”

Continue on AO3 or

Atsushi heard Akutagawa suck in a breath and start coughing in a vain attempt to smother a laugh. He glared over the sink into the main room, but Akutagawa kept his head down and hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking.

“I wasn’t talking about Acchan,” Atsushi said, and Ryuu-chan scrunched up his nose. “That’s not a nice thing to say about your brother. Besides,” he added, scraping the chopped vegetables into a bowl. “You both have a cat.”

“Oh.” Ryuu-chan held onto the top of the chair and considered this for a moment. “Can I at least trade Acchan for a velociraptor? Dazai-oji said Santa allows trade-ins.”

Akutagawa’s coughing grew more violent.

 Atsushi inhaled. “How do you think Acchan would feel if he knew you wanted to trade him in for another pet?”

“I’ll ask him.”

“Don’t—” Atsushi watched Ryuu-chan hop off the chair and bolt around the corner. He sighed and then pointed his knife at Akutagawa’s head from across the room. “Stop laughing.”

Acchan tore around the corner so hard he bounced off a cabinet, rattling the pans inside. “Is it true Ryuu-chan can trade me to SANTA? I want to fight a reindeer!!!”

Ryuu-chan followed him excitedly into the kitchen. “See, he doesn’t mind!”

Atsushi pushed one hand through his hair and sighed. “Why do you want to fight a reindeer, Acchan?”

“Dazai-oji said if I defeat a reindeer, I get its ability to fly! I want to fly like Chuuya-oji!”

Ryuu-chan gestured at Acchan with both hands. “See? ‘niisan wants to fly and I want a velociraptor. Everyone wins.”

“Yes,” Akutagawa said dryly from the main room, still seated but somehow having regained his composure. “Everybody wins.”

Both of the kids swiveled back to Atsushi, eyes wide and bright.

“First,” Atsushi said, “I’m going to call Santa and report that Dazai-oji has been telling lies again—”

Acchan grabbed him by the apron. “You can call Santa!?”

Ryuu-chan grabbed his other side. “I want to talk to Santa!”

“Tell him I’ll fight Donder, Chuuya-oji said he sounded weak!”

“DAD PRIVILEGE,” Atsushi roared, and they both stopped talking over each other, startled at the volume. “Then I’m going to tell him someone wants to trade in his brother and someone else wants to fight his reindeer.”

Acchan and Ryuu-chan froze, each still hanging off opposite sides of Atsushi’s apron.

“I don’t think Santa will consider either of those things very nice.”

Ryuu-chan and Acchan looked at each other and then released the apron. “Uh,” Acchan said, and Ryuu-chan caught his brother’s sleeve.

“I don’t want to trade Acchan in,” he said. “I’ve changed my mind.”

“Good.” Atsushi looked at Acchan.

“I still want to fight a reindeer,” Acchan said.

“Try again.”

“Uh…it doesn’t have to be Santa’s reindeer?”

Ryuu-chan leaned into him and whispered, “Only Santa’s reindeer can fly.”

“Oh.” Acchan frowned. “I guess…I don’t want to fight Santa’s reindeer.”

“Good enough.” Atsushi started to shoo them out of the kitchen and almost tripped over the chair Ryuu-chan drug in. “Please take the chair with you when you go.”

“I still want a velociraptor for Christmas,” Ryuu-chan added, his Rashomon lifting the chair slightly before him as he returned it to the table.

“Yeah, we’ll see,” Atsushi said, watching the kids disappear back toward their rooms. Hands on his hips, he looked back over at Akutagawa, who now had acquired a newspaper and was hiding behind it. “Thanks for the help.”

“I thought you handled that well.”

“I’m going to kill Dazai-san.”

“I would prefer to have dinner before you go on a homicidal rampage.”

Atsushi sighed and returned to the kitchen. “Maybe after dinner.”

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Atsushi stood beside the bunk bed as the kids readied for sleep. “I still can’t believe you’d give away your big brother forever, Ryuu-chan,” he said, shaking his head.

Ryuu-chan leaned over the edge of his bed, the battered old hedgehog plush that Akutagawa’s sister had given him tucked tight under one arm. “But it wouldn’t have been forever.”

Akutagawa was putting away the clean laundry, one ear clearly on the conversation. “Explain.”

“Well,” Ryuu-chan said, “Acchan would go with Santa and defeat a reindeer and learn how to fly, then he’d come home on his own and I’d get both a velociraptor and my brother. I wouldn’t have to choose.”

“Yeah!” Acchan said. “And I’d eat it, too!”

“You’re not allowed to eat Red!”

“What? No, I meant the reindeer.”

“Oh. You can eat all the reindeer; I don’t care about the reindeer.”

Acchan made a noise of triumph from the bottom bed. Atsushi leaned his elbow against the bunk and sighed. “Ryuu-chan, if he ate the reindeer, how would Santa get his presents to you?”

Ryuu-chan blinked owlishly. “Magic.”

“Flawless logic,” Akutagawa said. “I agree with our son, let’s trade Acchan to Santa, maybe he’ll learn some manners while he’s gone.”

“YES!” Acchan yelled, punching the air.

Atsushi glared at Akutagawa, who simply smirked at him. “Well I talked to Santa while you both were in the bath,” he said, still glaring at Akutagawa. “And the North Pole isn’t taking any returns this year, not just on brothers. So you’re out of luck.”

“Always next year,” Akutagawa said, laundry basket on his hip as he exited the room.

“Maybe I should inquire about trading in husbands,” Atsushi yelled after, and the boys giggled. “No more talk of trade-ins, I mean it. If Dazai-oji tells you anything else weird, tell me right away. Santa wants to know.”

Ryuu-chan frowned. “Dazai-oji said every Christmas tree is actually an alien who is waiting for us to fall asleep in front of it so it can eat us.”

“Oh my god,” Atsushi said with a large sigh.

Acchan pulled his covers up to his chin. “And Dazai-oji said that when you and Dad lock your door it means you’re smacking your swords together.”

Atsushi stared blankly at Acchan for a moment. Then he patted Acchan’s shoulder and said, “Good night, Acchan. Good night, Ryuu-chan.”

Their door had barely closed behind them when both kids heard Atsushi yell, “RYUUNOSUKE, I’M GOING TO KILL HIM.”

Ryuu-chan leaned over the top of his bunk. “Stupid,” he hissed at Acchan. “Dad doesn’t even own any swords; we couldn’t find them! That means Dazai-oji was lying about that!”

“Well, he asked,” Acchan said defensively. “What was I supposed to do, lie? Santa is listening.”

“You lied earlier when you said you didn’t want to fight a reindeer.”

“And you still want to trade me to Santa, so we’re even.”

They stared at each other for a moment, frowning. Their détente was broken by some muffled noises from downstairs, and the distinct, uncanny sound of their father laughing. “Ooh, it’s creepy when dad laughs like that,” Ryuu-chan said, now distracted.

Acchan snuggled under his covers. “Christmas trees don’t eat people.”

“Some trees do,” Ryuu-chan said with surety.

“But not Christmas trees.”

“Not Christmas trees,” Ryuu-chan agreed. “Goodnight ‘niisan.”

“I’d kick Donder’s butt.”

“Goodnight, ‘niisan.”

“Night.”

[cyber-night]

I now have an obsession with Fyodor so have him getting absolutely destroyed! :D. (Also I can't be fucked to indent, suffer.)

Content warnings: Fyodor is his own warning, OOC Fyodor, Violence, Dubcon, little prep, degradation (If I need to add more tell me but I think that's it.)

The funny thing about being in a relationship with Fyodor was that everyone knew him as domineering and cruel. So they expected that to carry over to the bedroom as well and in a way it did. Though not how most would expect.

Fyodor had come home stressed and pissed off. Something about Dazai and the ADA, it didn't matter what did matter was the way he grabbed you to kiss you. It was rough and angry. You returned the with an equal amount of wrath. It eventually turned into a wrestling match. One that you easily won due to Fyodor's weak and frail constitution.

You had him by his pretty black hair with his wrists in your other hand. He snarls at you, trying to bite. Turning him around roughly and slaming him over the nearest surface gets you vitriol filled cures thrown at you. "Stay fucking still damn it." Fyodor kicks out at you trying to get you off making you lift him and slam him back down harder knocking the air out of his lungs making him more pliant.

Once he reluctantly stills a bit, you waste no time in ripping his pants and underwear off, paying no mind to his writhing and cursing for you to hury up. You grant him his wish shoving two fingers violently into him dry and fucking them in and out roughly. He's still loose from when you fucked him this morning. He thrashes in your grasp as you undo your pants just enough to force yourself into his empty hole making cry out.

He's given no time to recover as you aim for his prostate abusing it till swears turn in to desperate begging "It's alright I've got you my little slut. I know you need me to break you down. That's what you needed isn't it?" Fyodor whines and then nods shakely before licking his lips to speak "Harder please God, harder... need it to hu- *Ah* hurt!"

It was sweet in a pathetic way, he can never just ask you to fuck him like you hate him he has to make it a game otherwise his dumb little mind gets all twisted. That being said you indulge him and take a fist full of his hair shoving his face into the counter putting your weight on his body as you fuck him harder. It doesn't take much longer for him to cum. You follow not long after. Running your hands soothingly under his shirt over his sides as his body trembles in the aftermath.

[merriclo]

i know he’s a controversial character, but one thing i truly hope we see before BSD ends is a backstory for Jun’ichirō Tanizaki. it’s been said many times before and by many other people, but it really is one of the points i want to understand more.

obviously, both of the Tanizakis are rather mysterious in the grand scheme of things, with no backstory aside from being students, and.. this weird excerpt from the Untold Origins light novel.

(context: the members of the Agency are discussing ideas for Atsushi’s entrance exam.)

“Democratically, huh?” Yosano raised an eyebrow. “How about we do the same thing we did for Tanizaki? How’s that?”

Yosano glanced in Tanizaki’s direction, and he instantly turned pale, shaking his head.

“I—I don’t ever…want to be reminded of that again.”

When Tanizaki was new, he had to pass what could be called a very harsh entrance exam. However, it was so harsh that all of Tanizaki’s memories of that day ended up buried deep in his subconscious. Remembering what happened would only bring underlying trauma up to the surface.

his entrance exam was so harsh and genuinely traumatizing that any and all memories of it were pushed into the deep recesses of his own mind.

and, granted, a harsh entrance exam isn’t exactly new for the Agency. Kyouka barely didn’t die, Atsushi fully thought he was, and Dazai’s was over an act of domestic terrorism. but none of them were so traumatized that their own mind refused to acknowledge it. and despite all of this, Jun’ichirō describes himself as more of an assistant at the Agency, not an actual detective.

he’s also able to?? casually fly a helicopter??? it makes sense, given his natural aptitude for reconnaissance and stealth missions (see: his ability Light Snow, his adaptability, and his skill as an actor.) he’s not exactly confident in his flying skills (literally being called the “wimpiest in the east” by the manga,) but he’s good enough to be trusted with discreetly flying Atsushi up to the Moby Dick, a risky and essential part of the plan to take down The Guild.

we know that Jun’ichirō is a competent and useful member of the Agency, and it’s clear that the others think so as well. but he’s constantly putting himself down, describing himself as average and using his own supposed mediocrity as a way to make Atsushi feel better about himself.

his fears and self-doubt seem to nearly vanish entirely, however, when someone he cares for is put in harms way. we see this first when Naomi is shot by Higuchi, and later on when he hears of how Atsushi attacked Naomi and Haruno while under Yumeno’s ability. it’s also displayed when he manages to almost assassinate Mori during the Cannibalism Arc (a moment that is not talked about enough as it should be.) and, most recently, we see him freak out after the death of Kunikida, threatening to rip an actual God limb from limb.

this is also seen heavily in the Beast universe. (minor Beast spoilers ahead!! skip this paragraph if you don’t want them!!) Jun’ichirō is the first to fully support Akutagawa’s pursuit of his sister, and even tells him to abandon all morals and forget about his place in the Agency should his sister’s life ever be threatened. he’s also the one who follows Akutagawa into the Port Mafia headquarters, and the one to guard Kyōka’s unconscious body while he waits for Demon Snow to potentially assassinate her. Jun’ichirō even says “[Akutagawa] and I are similar.” after seeing all of his violent outbursts and reckless behavior.

his moral code is genuinely fascinating to me: he won’t hesitate to act in a way that’s commonly seen as immoral, so long as it preserves the Agency. he’ll stop at nothing to ensure the safety of those he loves, not even at his own death. considering this, in terms of reputation and completing their overall goal, Jun’ichirō is honestly kind of a liability to the Agency.

and that’s. honestly all we really know?

it seems like a lot, especially when i’ve rambled on for this long, but it’s really just five things: he has a sister, he was a student before he was a member of the Agency, his entrance exam was incredibly traumatic, he has self-confidence issues, and his morals are rather gray. again, five things.

almost every other member of the Agency has an extensive backstory. Kunikida’s is still rather unknown, but even then we have a good idea of what he was doing prior to Atsushi joining the Agency.

we know nothing about Jun’ichirō. i really do hope that we get to learn about his entrance exam, as well as what made him, and his sister by proxy, the way they are.

[suneslvr]

Okay, thank you!! 🤗 So, may I please request headcanons of a fem!reader who is dating Dazai, Chuuya and Ranpo (polyamory)? 🥺

(yan)!poly hcss w/ dazai, chuuya, & ranpo

warningss; yandere themes, mentions of kidnapping, obsidians; poly hcs with (ranpo, chuuya, and dazai x f!reader). notes; not proofread ;<. this is the yandere version but I will make the non!yandere version laterr

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I honestly feel this is one of the funniest matchups ever, but it would suck for you.

All three of them are extremely smart and that would make it extremely hard to escape.

I don't think they will live together but you'll either take turns between the three of them or you'll live in your own private apartment, and they come and visit you.

If it's the second one, then it would probably be strongly protected and even though you'll be by yourself they'll make sure you can't leave.

Obviously, you're going to get teased a lot, mostly by dazai and ranpo but sometimes by chuuya as well.

dazai is the type to defend you against ranpo and chuuya even though he does it more, ranpo doesn't really care but chuuya sometimes gets mad and that starts arguments between the two.

You probably like ranpo a little more only because during chuuyas and dazais argument, you can find some comfort in him.

Though he is still very mean. Ranpo loves to test you and play games with you. even if you already succumbed to stockholm syndrome, he will still test your love for them.

these tests would consist of various questions or sometimes even games.

for example, he would either hire someone to call you and pretend to be someone who can help you, just for ranpo to be listening in on the call.

Dazai is the least delusional out of the trio, with ranpo coming second and chuuya coming last.

even though dazai isnt as delusional, he wholeheartedly believes that you belong to him, and you should love him as much as he does.

ranpo is only delusional when you psychically deny him, as it would hurt him too much to know that you hate him so much that you wouldn't even let him push your hair back.

Chuuya on the other hand will be delusional until you say you hate him and try to murder him; he will always trick himself until believing that you don't hate him.

If you ever try to escape on the other hand, even though he doesn't want too, chuuya has the most violent punishments out of the three.

he hates hurting you, but he also is a firm believer that if your hurt enough once, he doesn't have to do it again.

dazai is the type to threaten you the first time and make it seem likes hes joking than when you actually try to escape the threat won't seem so empty. He'll tell you that if you ever tried to escape, he'll break your legs and never let you leave the house, but during this he'll be giggling. when you do try to escape, when he finds you, you'll wake with two broken legs, and he'll be laughing about how you won't be able to try to leave now.

Ranpo is the type of guy who shows you murder cases including all of the gory details, he loves your scared expressions and how you shake for days after. If you still try to escape, he'll be more hurt than anything and would let dazai and chuuya punish you while he calms down,

in general, this is like the worst-case scenario, the only thing worse would be a fyodor, mori, and nikolai poly relationship...

requests are encouraged <3

[wildflowerteas]

first half of our tsp ch15 reactions!!

i make such a big deal of sitting down to respond to these it's so. i have a fresh pot of tea ( Japanese sweet potato and chestnut with black sugar and some cookies, but that's beside the point ) and my hair is washed and my paper outlines are done and i can devote all my attention to giggling at my laptop screen like a freak. okay lets do this STARTING WITH SKK. and Orphydice. Because to love is to turn around. God . . . i really hope my insanity about dazai's suicidality in this fic shows. it's so complicated that it's got my brain going around in circles--at the start of the fic he's just burning through life and his job for mori, hoping that once everything is resolved and the people he loves are safe, he can kill himself as punishment for everything that he's done. but then he meets Chuuya, and suddenly he can feel good and useful for a reason and in a way that isn't so violent, and living for the sake of feeling that is enticing. but at the same time, he keeps pushing, slipping up, losing control, killing, and saying things that are almost incriminating because he wants Chuuya to know him and wants to see what he'll do when he does.

"falling for it just the way he's supposed to" (^_^)

TALS THESTJHGSA! THE TheTJSHJJA Yes they haven't said I Love You out loud yet because even though they're very clearly far gone, that would be too real for the both of them

Gun and No Badge . . . yeah. He was wearing his badge when he went home with Chuuya that first night. ALSO YEAH I realized as I was writing that this is the second New Year's kiss I've written??? how did we end up here . . .

sskk * explodes into red mist**

Woah picking up on the accent mention???? yes. Atsushi's gotten better at it, and at assimilating, but his first language is Japanese like Kouyou. The fact that you know nothing about TSP Atsushi is 100% intentional. even within the story, he's unknown to almost everyone. he's the golden boy at the precinct but there have been no mentions of his previous education, his time at the academy, or where he grew up ( beyond what he mentions himself in his POV ). The character that knows him best, and who he's revealed the most to is actually Mori if you can believe it. Most of the other characters are content to tell him things because of his open nature, and they don't even notice that the conversation is one-way until after it's over.

THE CROSSWORD. CRAZY. YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON TO NOTICE THAT. Yes...it's a gambling term. And the opposite is 'All on Black'

'fic author made for me' . . . (￣▽￣*)ゞ blushing and giggling and kicking my feet. WAIT WHYAM I GETTING CURSED?

that party image is exactly what it feels like when i see that I've been name-dropped in the discord gc.

i left the way they ended the night of new year's up to interpretation, because anything could have happened, really. they could have snuck off and left their dates behind to be in each other's company ( kouyou and yosano were bound to meet, anyway, considering Dazai's payment for her coming with him to the party was drinks at the Double Black -- which is coming up soon!! ). Or they could have gone back to the party, Dazai trying to shake off the feeling of having forgotten about something important, too caught up in the relief of having convinced Chuuya of his innocence. they really are unsalvageable, and were bound to end up like this regardless.

"you're an angel." was 100% intentional and you will be seeing it again because I'm insane

'I feel like the party was some fucked up fever dream' <- EXACTLY HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO FEEL. THATS WHY I STARTED THE NEXT SKK SCENE ON A CLASSIC ‘WAKING UP' MOMENT. OOHHH MY GOD THANK GOODNESS.

aha . .. ha..

anyway.

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fancyfeathers]

Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Fourteen Bells of Notre Dame

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Victor had listened to Ango’s plan a lot more patiently than Chuuya had been. Was he really about to do this? Victor had promised himself a long time ago that he would never again use his ability to such violent extremes, why would he give that up now? Chuuya could easily handle this mission, if you could call it that, alone. Not to mention it would be putting Victor in extreme danger that he may have no way of getting out of. To put it simply, to accept would be suicide.

“I-I…” Victor shuttered on his words as he attempted to get them out. Speaking up had never been his strong suit unless completely aggravated in which he had no real control over his emotions. “I won’t do it.”

Dead silence fell over the room, even from others who weren’t in this conversation but listening in. Ango looked over at the architect with a raised eyebrow. “What do you mean you won’t do it? You are aware by not doing this you will be risking ties with the society and this division and perhaps the government as a wh-“

“I don’t care!” Victor snapped, his mind going back to all those years ago. On the rooftop of the Notre Dome, after his brother had passed on and he had went from the unloved child to the replacement. He ran to the church in search of safety, of sanctuary. His father had followed him, chased him to the roof, and then with the bells of the Notre Dome Victor used his own ability on his own father. He remembers the blood, so much blood, and those words, the wicked shall not go unpunished. Victor’s mind was elsewhere as he continued again, his eyes filled with tears, ready to burst at the seams. “I-I can’t, I won’t use my ability like that… not again. To ask me to is just wicked.”

“Pull your self together.” Chuuya rolled his eyes at the terrified man. “Are you really just going to-“

“Shut up!” Victor interrupted yet again, now he was ticked off. “You have no idea what that ability, has done! For anyone to die that was is so cruel. I know you don’t care about that but I do!” 

Victor grabbed his coat from his seat and stopped towards to the door, both rushed and panicked, wanting to get out of here. He glanced over at the two men at the table and shakes his head and instead of saying good bye or anything polite farewell he only says…

“And the wicked shall not go unpunished.”

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The door was unlocked once more and you and Gaston looked up to see Fyodor standing there. You two had come up with a plan at this point, now you just needed to put it into motion. According to Gaston’s hypothesis Fyodor was going to take Gaston somewhere and when he did Gaston would use his ability to reach into Fyodor’s pocket without him knowing and kick it under the door to you, you would then run and either find Dazai who Gaston suspected to be a hidden ally or get contact to the outside. 

To Gaston’s hypothesis everything went to plan, so far. You now find yourself running down the hall of Mukurotoride, hopefully Gaston would keep Fyodor distracted. You could hear you own heart thumping in your ears, your own heavy breaths in your lungs, you needed to figure a a way to stop all of this. You had managed to descend a few floors, but had no idea how many more floors there were to the ground, it felt like stairs to hell, never ending. You ran down these stairs and suddenly you felt two hands on your back, pushing you.

You tumbled down the stairs and you twisted your body around as to not end up landing on your neck and snapping it. You landed on your wrist and you heard a clear snap and you screamed, your vision going blurry and white. You pushed yourself on your good arm to sit up and you saw, in blurry and pained vision, a blue tinted version of you.

Your heart stopped, it was your ability.

This was not in the plan.

The physicalized ability came running at you, reaching a hand out for your throat, but luckily you rolled out of the way just in time. Gaston said that your ability was only a mental one, not physical, so with that it should be just as strong as you. Before your ability could recover, you pushed yourself to your feet  and grabbed the knife Gaston had slipped you earlier, it was either kill or be killed now.

Swing after swing, punch after punch, the fight went on. Sure you had a knife but your ability had two working hands, one of your own was clearly broken with the odd angle and the swollen flesh. This fight felt like it was only getting harder and you didn’t have forever. As you staggered back to catch your breath you tried to remember that self defense lesson Alexandre gave you, what did he say?

You watched as your ability raised its fist, ready to swing down onto your head, and that’s when you remembered. You quickly raised your good arm to block the attack.

Block

Then you spun in, grabbing your ability’s wrist with you good hand while you still held the knife and swung you bad arm underneath its armpit.

Grab

Then with all your strength you bent over, pulling you along. You swung it over your back so it landed right on the floor, right at you feet.

Pull

You firmed your grip up on the knife you held before raising it up and stabbing your ability right in the forehead, right in the gem, right where you had stabbed Gaston’s ability. You watched as the gem shattered and the manifestation of your ability disappeared. You stood there, gasping for breath for a minute before falling to the ground, exhausted and in pain. You closed your eyes, looking for some rest in the pain, but finding none. Your pain drowned out everything in the world at this moment, including the sound of footsteps approaching you. You did not even know someone was there until you felt a hand brushing back your hair out of your face. Your eyes opened in an instant to see, kneeling before you, Dazai, in his fine white suit. You wanted to scowl, slap him, scream, do something, but you found that you just didn’t have the energy.

“That was impressive.” He cooed, running his hand along your cheek. “Who taught you that maneuver? Your doctor or maybe the architect?”

You didn’t respond you were to exhausted. You just managed to get out. “It broke my wrist.”

“There, there, I’ll patch you up., beautiful. After all it’s a shame to see a princess in such pain.” Dazai hummed and nodded before getting you to sit up and lean against the wall. You could only watch as he rolled up his sleeve to remove some of his own bandages, your vision was to blurred in searing pain to see what was underneath. He took your wrist and planted a small kiss on the inside of the broken joint so that your palm grazed his cheek, his made you wince but you really did not have the energy for much else. He took the fruit knife that you had used to destroy the abilities and used it as a brace for your wrist and began wrapping the bandages around it.

“After I’m done, I have your stuff Fyodor took from you, your phone and gun. Listen carefully, I’m going to give them to you and the you are going to get out or this sky rise. Once you’re out of Yokohama, find your friend Victor and give him what else is in the bag and he is going to activate his ability on it.” He speaks as he finishes wrapping your wrist up. He takes a leather bag he was carrying and hands it to you. “Don’t stop running until you’re out of the city, understand darling?”

You nodded and picked up the bag with your good hand and swung it over your shoulder. You stood up with Dazai’s help and you began your way down the hall before pausing and glancing over your shoulder at the brunette man. “One question, please?”

“Hm?”

“Why help us? Gaston predicted you might, but why?” 

Dazai chuckled and shrugged, as if the answer was obvious to him. “Well I can’t let Fyodor have everything can I? Plus I like people in this city too much to loose them.”

You listened to his words and thought for a moment and turned around away from him and began walking once more while you spoke. “I don’t understand you, and I don’t think I even will, Dazai.”

“Well if it helps, I’m starting to not be able to understand you anymore, (Name). Maybe you are becoming a mystery yourself, the final problem I get to solve.”

“Good luck with that...” You reply, waving him off. You keep on walking, soon turning into running and you soon find yourself out of Mukurotoride and on the abandoned streets of Yokohama. To no one specific you finish your sentence you spoke to Dazai, but now he wasn’t in front of you to hear you admit this “…because I don’t even understand me.”

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It took the better part of an hour to get out of central Yokohama and rest of it navigating the fog to get out of the thick cloud. You were a coughing fit by the time you got out but before you, you saw the outside world, untouched from what was going on inside. There was some sort of police barricade and people lined out outside of it, waiting to see if someone would come out of it, you were exactly what they were waiting for. You were immediately approached by several officers, asking you what was going on, you ignored their questions and simply replied. “I need to make a call please, give me a moment.”

You had to insist on this for many minutes before they finally let you sit in the back of one of the cars to dial up Victor. He answered not to long after, voice shaking. “(Name)?! Is that you? What’s going on? Are you alright?”

“Yes, Victor, I’m alright, but I need you to listen.” You urged, trying to calm the panicked man down on the phone. “I made it out of the fog, but I need to meet with you as soon as possible. I think the one of the members of the military police where I’m at, will be willing to drive me. Can you send me your address?”

“Y-yes, I’m at a government building, not to far outside of Yokohama, a bunch of people are here, looking for family and what not. I can meet you outside the building.” Victor responded. “Dr. Stevenson and Alexandre shouldn’t be to far behind me, they’re on their way here as well from Tokyo.”

“I’ll meet you there Victor, stay safe.”

“You as well, (Name).”

Not to long after hanging up you had found an officer who was willing to drive you and let’s just say she certainly understood the assignment when you said you needed to get there as quickly as possible.

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Now in Shibusawa’s collection room, three men stood, Gaston whose wrist was being held by Fyodor, and Dazai. As the two other men spoke, Gaston’s eyes darted around at all the gems, abilities, lining the wall. Gaston sighed, closed his eyes, and tucked his free hand in his pocket. 

“Dazai, I hate to interrupt, but when is the show going to begin? I hope our stars are ready.” Gaston spoke with a slight smirk, clearly onto Dazai’s plan with you and Victor, maybe he was this entire time. This comment drew a raised eyebrow from Fyodor as he looked over at his darling who continued on. “As the composers, we have given them the music, now they but only need to sing along, do they not?”

Fyodor looked at Gaston, a slight curious expression worn on his face. “What show? Has my ангел музыки been playing a song without me.”

“Only time will tell, Fyodor. Only time will tell.” Gaston spoke, slipping his wrist from Fyodor’s grasp so he could tuck his other hand into his pocket. “Now, excuse my interruption, please continue.”

Gaston turned his back towards the two, his eyes continuing to look upon the crystal covered walls. There was a reason the European Union had asked the composer to deal with Fyodor, after all it was rare to find someone who could play the tune the composer wished for them to play. Gaston was playing them all, puppeteering Fyodor, Dazai, and Shibusawa, making them dance unknowingly.

Gaston watched out of the corner of his eyes, Fyodor hand Dazai two crystals from the wall, abilities. Dazai took them and his disabling ability was activated.  All the crystals shattered, Dazai would only need to touch them and-

There was a wet stabbing noise from behind Gaston, right on time. Gaston turned around to see Shibusawa holding a knife, a fruit knife like he had given you, in Dazai’s back. Gaston watched the scene before him, any minute now you would be arriving where Victor was and you would give him the final piece to end all of this. Gaston wasn’t listening to what any of them were saying, in his head he was counting down the seconds till the certain closed on this performance he had created. Gaston turned to see Fyodor approaching Shibusawa, reaching into his coat to pull out something but it wasn’t there. A shocked expression came across Fyodor’s face as soft clapping came from Gaston.

“Bravo, Bravo, Monsieurs. You both truly acted along perfectly.” Gaston said, laughter emerging from his throat. “But that’s just it, that’s all you are, actors. It is the composer pulling the strings.”

“You hand us in the palm of your hand all along, didn’t you?” Fyodor asked, turning to face his darling.

“Of course I did, I knew about the poisoned apple, everything. I knew my and (Name)’s abilities would come after us, so I gave her the fruit knife. I knew you were about to take out that skull so I swiped it once I regained my ability and gave it to Dazai, and Dazai gave to to (Name) after she regained her ability. Currently what is happening now is that (Name) should be arriving at a meet up point with Monsieur Victor Hugo and once he uses his ability on it that’s when we hit the finale of this performance, this is the point of no return.” Gaston took a stride forward, his hand reaching up to push up his glasses. “Now, Fyodor I trust you are familiar with theological study, now what will happen when the dead sing to the bells of Notre-Dame?”

“I see…” Fyodor chuckles and shakes his head. “You truly know how to write a play, your audience didn’t even realize it was a show till it was done.”

Through the glass of the room the sun began to show, morning has come. Gaston sighed with a smile, feeling the sunlight his face. “A new day appears, ending the tale of your poor balladeers.”

As he spoke, across the city you had met with Victor, you reached into your bag and took out the skull, the same one Gaston had swiped from Fyodor. Then you asked it, asking him to use his ability. A look of horror came across his face as his took it, his hands shaking so much they threatened to drop it. 

“I wish we could leave you a moral, like a trinket you hold in your palm.” Gaston spoke, beginning to activate his ability. He looked at Shibusawa with a wide smile. “But here is a riddle to guess if you can…”

Something you said to Victor made him gather the courage to take the skull in his hands firmly and with a faint glow, activate his ability. At that same time, Shibusawa screamed in pain, a loud ringing pulsing in his head, like it threatened to shatter it like glass.

Gaston had turned completely translucent as the collection room around them began to crumble like ruins. “What makes a monster and what makes a man?”

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Now Victor stood in front of you, tears falling down his face, and where the skull once was in his hands sat only ash. This mind was elsewhere, back to that night on the roof of Notre Dame. He collapsed to his knees in front of you, sobbing. “(Name), w-what have I-I done? P-please forgive me.” 

Something about this broke your heart, you know something about his ability that made him so terrified. Something in his past broke him. You sat down on the ground next to him, letting him rest his read on your shoulder. You reached up and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him as he sobbed. “You don’t need to apologize to me, Victor. I… I may not know what has happened to you but I know you’ve been hurt and you don’t apologize for pain.”

“But I’ve hurt others, I don’t deserve love… I’m a monster!” He sobs on, words barely audible.

“Do you know what makes a monster and what makes a man?” You asked but he only shook his head. You smiled and lifted up his head with one hand and with the other you took your sleeve and wiped away his tears. “I do, a monster is some who wants to cause harm intentionally, someone who seeks malice on others. The men behind this all, they are monsters. Victor, you are a man, since I’ve known you all you have wanted is the best for everyone around you and you deserve love more than anyone alive. Life without a warming love is but a dry wheel, creaking and grating as it turns, but you have shown me beauty in your actions, words, and creations, it’s almost like heaven’s light.”

“You are too kind to me, (Name). You give me more than I deserve.” He spoke, not making eye contact but a small smile coming across his face. “I just hope that someday I can make myself move on and see that… maybe I’m made of something stronger than stone.”

“I know you will, Victor. I know you will.” You sighed and looked back to the fog covered city off in the distance. “Now we have to hope everyone else back in there is stronger than stone.”

[cease-this]

Smile

For the anon that requested the ler flags fic!! I had so much fun writing this (i also finished stormbringer today and i’m not doing well!)

warnings: Teaming up, swearing!!

‼️‼️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC. IF YOURE NOT INTO THAT THEN SCROLL‼️‼️

It all started with Piano man. Stupid piano man. 

"Say, iceman, how come you never smile?" The question wasn't unwarranted, in its own right. It was true, Iceman really didn't smile. Not often, and when he did, they were small. Not wide grins like albatross or sly smirks like piano man. Just. Small ones. Though this not to say they weren't quite charming. 

"I do." The man raised an eyebrow in counter. 

"No you don't."

"Certainly not enough." Another member's attention was caught by the situation. Lippman. "You have such a charming smile, you should show it more!" 

One slender finger prodded at the stoic man's cheek. It caused a slight upturn in the corners of his lips before he quickly pressed it down. 

"Playing hard to get, eh?" A third voice entered the conversation. It belonged to albatross. He was grinning. "You guys thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Of course." 

"Mhm." Piped a fourth voice from the crowd, belonging to Doc. And then, suddenly, all four men pounced on the fifth, attacking him with a series of prods and skitters around his torso. He couldn't help but laugh. 

Chuuya flushed. The ginger had been watching the whole thing go down from a couch opposing that of the one Iceman sat on. Playful battle cries and "get him!"s came from the crowd as they attacked. It reminded Chuuya of the first time he'd been tickled. Of course it was Dazai, who else would it have been? Chuuya recalled when the brunette had burst into his apartment on a whim, much to Chuuya's protest, and pinned him down to test whether or not it would work. And, well, it did. Very well. Chuuya sank into the cushions of the couch as he watched the encounter. 

"Get off of me!" Cried the victim of the attack gruffly as he began to fight the others off. After a minute or two of fighting, the attackers retreated while snickering to themselves. A feeling of dread filled Chuuya's stomach. He hoped they just wouldn't notice how red he was or the way he was practically sunk into the couch. 

"You good?" Chuuya flinched violently. The ginger hadn't realized Albatross had made his way over to him. The strawberry blonde man wore a proud grin from the previous attack. 

"Yeah, fine." Chuuya responded in his totally not defensive or suspicious tone. Albatross raised an eyebrow. 

"You sure? Because you seem red."

"He does, doesn't he?" Chuuya flinched again as he heard Piano man's voice from behind. 

"Jesus fuck stop sneakin up on me like that!"

"Why?" Chuuya flinched again as a third voice entered the mix with a soft, silk smooth chuckle. Its owner lifted up a strand of Chuuya's hair. "Does it make you nervous?~" 

Butterflies felt like they overtook Chuuya's stomach as the attention was focused on him suddenly. This was just like how they were talking to Iceman before they—

"AH! What the hell!?" Chuuya yelped out. A fourth had appeared. The previous victim, speak of the devil, had come up behind him, replacing Piano man and grabbing both Chuuya's wrists. He pulled them upwards. "Iceman, let me go!" 

"His face is getting redder." Observed Doc as he approached as well. This was not good. Not good at all. He couldn't even repress a squeak as a finger, he didn't know who's, prodded in between his ribs. A chorus of cooes and fond looks erupted around him. He felt his cheeks go warmer.

"G-go to hell, all of you!" He tried to sound intimidating and glare, but he could seem to shake the shy, giddy feeling in his stomach. "Let me go!"

"Talk about doesn't smile enough." Spoke the sly voice of Piano man behind him to his right. Chuuya's eyes widened as he felt the blondes' fingers begin to scratch under his arms. "You're always grumpy about something."

Chuuya's breath caught in his throat. The touch was.. different from that of Dazai. It was sort of slow, and the calluses on piano man's fingers made it feel different to the soft fingers of the brunette. Chuuya was quick to hold his breath, turning his head to hide in his arm. "St–op."

"Now look who's playing hard to get~" Giggled the sweet voice of Lippman. Chuuya felt another touch, against his neck this time. Lippmann's fingers were soft and manicured, and his well kept fingernails grew out a little past the tips of his fingers. Said fingers lightly glided along Chuuya's neck, drifting up and fluttering behind his ears. This caused a squeak from the ginger boy. He buried his face further into the sleeve of his arm. 

These reactions almost shocked the group. Had the intimidating gravity manipulator, the ex king of the sheep, really just squeaked like that from a little touch on his neck? Well now they just had to keep going. 

"Lemme have a crack at it." Grinned the strawberry blond sat next to him. Albatross had a knack for finding people's ticklish spots in seconds, sort of the way Iceman knew when someone was using an ability around him. He shooed away the other hands, looking Chuuya up and down before grinning even wider. Both his hands reached for Chuuya's hips. 

"Piss off!" Growled the ginger, suddenly fighting much harder. Both his legs swung up, kicking at Albatross's chest, doing anything in his power to keep the other away from his hips. Piano man swiftly grabbed Chuuya's ankles to keep him still as he swore and threatened. 

"I think you may have struck gold." Snickered the blonde man holding Chuuya down. 

A shriek erupted from the slender boy's lips as Albatross reached the spot, thumbs digging into the soft muscle right above his hip. He tried everything in his power to pull down his arms. Butterflies swarmed around his stomach as giggles fell from his lips now. They were bright and squeaky, not the kind you would expect from an individual such as Chuuya. He could've sworn even Iceman cooed in aww at the noise. "SToHOP IT StoP it plEHEaSe!" 

Each member of the group was starstruck by the reaction. Nobody predicted the mafiosos laugh to be so, well, cute. Two fingers hooked around Chuuya's jawline, pulling his face from its hiding place. 

"Such a pretty smile, you should be on tv, Chuuya." Cooed Lippmann. Fingernails lightly traced and fluttered around Chuuya's neck and behind his ears, ever so gently. It caused little squeaks to escape. "Awhh he's so squeaky~"

"How about here?"

"NO!" Chuuya yelped out in protest as Piano man's fingers skittered up behind his knees. His legs quickly shot up to his chest defensively. Piano man snickered softly. 

"Here, Doc, I'll hold his ankles, you get him."

The dark haired man nodded. It wasn't hard to grab onto Chuuya's ankles again. As much as the boy tried to fight, he was preoccupied being brought to stitches by the other two. Even more so when the dark haired man's fingers crawled up behind his knees. Though his fingernails were blunt, they still served their purpose Very well.

Chuuya's head shook back and forth. This was torture, each feeling was electric and made his skin jump. And the way they kept cooing and teasing him didn't help matters. But the worst part was he didn't. Hate it. As embarrassing as it was, it was kind of nice feeling so close with his friends. Close enough to where they would touch him, and clearly weren't all that scared of him, unlike the sheep. It felt. Nice. 

"AAAH OKAY STOPSTOPSTOP—!" The moment they heard the words, they all backed off. Iceman released his wrists which quickly came down. He curled his knees up to his chest. Chuuya fought to regain his breath and, for a moment, he was scared. Nervous that he'd scared them off by yelling like that. But upon opening his eyes, he found nothing but fond smirks and smiles down at him. He glared. "All of you, dead to me." 

The words earned a laugh from the crowd, as well as some fond hair ruffles as they went back to their seats, talking as usual. Chuuya, behind his knees, smiled a little. 

Maybe he could be comfortable here after all. 

[fishshybusiness]

Casino Yokohama (pt. 1)

Synopsis : The ADA, PM and the Guild try to outgun, outsmart, outplan each other (season 2 timeline) in trying to get a new bioweapon.

Category : bluefin tuna (extensive fanfiction with multiple parts)

Casino shenanigans, heist hijinks and undercover tomfoolery ensue.

“Ah…it’s so tiring…”

Atsushi sighed as the familiar complaint came whining from the reception area as he walked past. Arms piled high with documents and a packet of milk bread balanced on top of this leaning tower of paper, he turned his head precariously, glancing at the brunet currently lying on the couch. Dazai’s eyes were closed, a slight frown on his face as he grumbled against the stream of warm morning sunshine streaming through the windows, bandaged arm dangling on the floor. As usual, he was lounging about in the morning after breakfast, refusing to do the paperwork assigned to him.

“...Dazai-san, it’s only 9 in the morning.”

“Exactly! Do you know how exhausting it is to be running around the whole city last night with no beauty sleep and then having to drag myself here? How am I supposed to find a pretty woman to die with if I can’t look my best?” He pouted, opening an eye to stare at Atsushi.

“Sure, man…” Atsushi replied awkwardly. He never knew what to say to his mentor's quips, finding that shutting them down as quickly as possible usually allowed him to walk away scratch-free. He continued walking towards Kunikida’s desk and set the tower of documents down, avoiding the barrage of arm motions. The blond man was furiously typing away at his computer, trying to cross-examine the witness accounts and the police reports at the same time while writing the report. Geez, the amount of tabs open on his computer is starting to blur into one singular bar… Atsushi thought to himself, grimacing slightly. Kunikida let out a grunt in acknowledgement of the documents, hands flying at the keys. It was still impressive to Atsushi no matter how many times he had seen it before, the way Kunikida managed to multi-task so efficiently and keep to his tight schedule. 

Wait, wait. Focus. He had more tasks.

Sort through the eyewitness documents…check.

Deliver the requested documents to Kunikida…check.

Collect the mail from the mailbox…

‘Ah, right. The mailbox…’ he sighs, descending down in the clunky, old-fashioned elevator as it groaned and shuddered towards the first floor lobby again. Unlocking the letterbox with a set of keys he got from the clerk, he shuffles through the various papers and envelopes. Advertisements, advertisements, hometown letter for Kenji, advertisements, letter from the president, advertisements-

Atsushi blinked, and shuffled the papers back to the letter. Sure enough, the president’s neat handwriting was, surprisingly, scrawled on the front - “Confidential instructions - To the Armed Detective Agency.” He frowned slightly, making his way to the elevator. His stomach started twisting uncomfortably at the thought of the letter’s contents - what could it possibly be? The president had recently gone on a business trip overseas, but he could have just sent them all a text. Or an email, which Atsushi thought was more of his style. Why a letter, of all things? Was it that important? Or maybe…

“Would it kill you to get up and organise your workspace? It’s so messy that calling it a homeless shack would be insulting to the homeless!” Kunikida’s brash voice erupted from within the office. Ah, here we go again… Atsushi sighed inwardly as he walked into the office, seeing Kunikida shaking Dazai violently by the collar as the other ADA members watched, amused but not surprised. The brunet let him, head jerking back and forth like a bobble-head toy, a goofy grin on his face. “Ah~ I’ll do it later…or maybe tomorrow…or the day after…or maybe you could do it for me instead, Kunikida-kun! Since you’ve already set time aside for this, why not do something more useful and organise it instead of bullying me~” Dazai drawled, still grinning, which only aggravated the blond even more - his shaking turned even more violent, making Atsushi's own neck hurt just by watching. He handed Kenji's letter to the young farm boy before approaching the pair. 

“Hey, um, sorry to interrupt…” Atsushi attempted to chime in, raising the president’s letter at the squabbling duo.

“WHAT?!” Kunikida bellowed at him, whipping his head around to face him.

“AHHH-! It’s- nothing! The mail - um- there was a letter- the president wrote us a letter-! Pleasedon'thurtme-” Atsushi stammered as he melted under his stern gaze. Kunikida blinked, adjusting his glasses and dropping Dazai’s collar, letting him slump back into his chair. “A letter from the president, huh? Now what could that be about…” He mused, taking the letter and opening it, tearing it open flawlessly along the lines and sifting a crisp white letter out.

"To the members of the Armed Detective Agency,” Kunikida began reading.

“I have received intel on a new kind of weapon that, if fallen into the hands of either the Port Mafia or the Guild, will cause severe implications for not only us but other ability users as well. It is a type of ability-nullifying drug, dubbed ‘Lapis Lazuli’ for its blue colour. It is currently in the hands of a lone operative who seeks to sell it off to the winner of a poker tournament at the West End Casino between three players, around midnight on the 4th, as a black briefcase containing ten darts of the drug.

I request your help in preventing this from happening. We cannot let this dangerous weapon fall into the hands of our enemies, nor can we let it loose into the market, where they can easily get it. As such, my dear members, one of you must enter as one of the three players at the table and win the case.

I will advise further instructions on what to do with the case on a later date.

Good luck. Signed,

Fukuzawa Yukichi"

The office settled into tense silence as Kunikida finished reading the letter.

“Well, it seems that there's finally a chance that I am no longer unmatched in my ability,” Dazai chuckled, leaning back in his seat. Everyone took a collective sigh at his comment, easing the tension somewhat. “How can anyone…liquify Dazai’s ability? That doesn't sound very probable,” Jun'ichiro mused, hand on his chin, his face screwed up in thought. “Maybe there's a scientific explanation for that,” Yosano offered as she leaned on the back of his chair. “Maybe Ranpo can deduce it!” Kenji suggested cheerfully. Other members started adding their own theories.

Atsushi lapsed into his own thoughts as the others chimed into the discussion. So someone had somehow managed to create a drug capable of erasing abilities. But were the effects permanent? And what if he was the one who got jabbed? The tiger that he had fought so vehemently against in the past, the strength and abilities it granted him in battle, the thing that both vilified and redeemed him…would it all just be gone? Was there a chance that he would lose it forever? Atsushi frowned slightly at the thought. He didn’t know what to feel or think about it - losing the tiger. Especially now that he could control it, thanks to the president’s ability. It had felt like the start of something new, a new chapter in his life where he could turn things around, an opportunity to reconcile with the thing from the miserableness of his childhood, a new chance to start fresh with his newfound friends.

Friends…

Would they disappear too? Dazai-san, Kunikida-san, Yosano-sensei, Ranpo-kun, Kenji-kun, Jun’ichiro-san, Naomi-chan, Fukuzawa-san…Kyouka-chan. All of his friends…his newfound family. The people who had helped to pull him out of the dark pit that he had wallowed in for years, the people who finally made him feel like he belonged somewhere . Without their abilities, could they still find purpose? 

“Hold it.” Kunkida’s stern tone cut through the chatter, silencing it at once. Atsushi jerked slightly, roused from his spiraling thoughts. “We can offer theories all we want, but that doesn't solve the issue at hand. We need someone to enter this poker tournament, and most importantly, win it. The president wants us to keep it safe until his return, which is another challenge in itself, but…” Kunikida sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. So, who's good at poker?”

***

An hour later after a good lunch and the conference room was still filled with squabbling - no one could settle on who should go. Amidst it all was Dazai, who gleefully egged on the arguments for his own amusement, watching in delight as Kunikida and Yosano butted heads over who was the best choice. Ranpo sat in his chair, watching the scene lazily with a bored expression while munching on his second bag of chips next to Kenji, who was helping to clear out the snack cabinet. Kyouka observed silently, sitting perfectly upright next to an impassioned Yosano, who was leaning against the table and hurling arguments at the man opposite her. Jun'ichiro listened intently with a frown, crossing his arms as Naomi dozed on his shoulder. Atsushi leaned to his left, avoiding the table-slamming and angry pointing by Kunikida, whose flurry of actions could take his head off with how violent it was. Man…at this rate we’ll never get anything done if those two don’t get past this impasse… He thought gloomily, glancing disapprovingly at Dazai and his shit-eating grin. If only he could interject into the maelstrom of voices happening-

“Kunikida-kun has such a good point, but I doubt that he could actually pull off a successful crossdressing if the situation called for it. Yosano-sensei on the other hand…” Dazai pretended to muse out loud, his voice carrying above the din.

Before the squabbling duo could react to his obvious bait, Jun'ichiro sighed loudly, finally speaking up. “Okay, I’ve had enough! We've been quarrelling away for the past hour and we haven’t even settled the one thing that Fukuzawa-san wanted us to settle! Can we just- I don't know, vote?” He finished exasperatedly. Yosano crossed her arms, huffing as she conceded silently to Jun’ichiro’s suggestion. Kunikida adjusted his glasses, face reddened. “I- yes, Jun'ichiro brings up a good point. Arguing senselessly like this is not only inefficient but will also bring us nowhere. We should…” he grunted, adjusting his tie, “we should vote. Yes.” He turned away for a moment, coughing awkwardly.

A vote, huh? But who should I vote for? Atsushi pondered, glancing around. There were many viable options - Kunikida would use the most logical way to achieve victory with his smarts and efficiency as an ex math tutor, while Yosano was good at using intellect and intimidation and could scare (or fight) her way to victory. Dazai was good at strategizing, negotiation and planning, as did Ranpo with his deducing ability. Both of them could win by sheer outmaneuvering alone…the choice seemed obvious to him, but he didn't want to accidentally piss off anyone as well, considering that he was relatively new and making an enemy so early on was just a terrible idea in general. Atsushi's face fell as he felt the familiar sense of dread building up in his stomach. 

Agh, why is life so tough?

Dazai took the lapse in silence to speak up again, raising a hand into the air. “Alright, let the voting commence! Drawing out of our small pool of poker players, we have…” he paused dramatically, “Kunikida-kun, Yosano-sensei, Ranpo-kun-”

“But I don’t wanna…” Ranpo whined.

“-and me. Cast your votes! Voting for Kunikida…”

Kenji raised his crumb-covered hand hesitatingly, glancing around the room with wide eyes. Dazai raised his other arm in voting before putting it down.

“...alright, now Yosano-sensei..”

Naomi raised both hers and Jun’ichiro’s.

“...good. Ranpo-kun…”

Kyouka swiftly put up a hand, her face deadpan. Kunikida begrudgingly raised his, and Yosano, still looking a little miffed, raised hers slightly, not looking Kunikida in the eye. 

“...and finally, the suave, the charming, the master player of poker - me!”

No one raised their hands.

Dazai scoffed in mock offence. “Hmph, well, I guess it takes a genius to see a genius. What a shame the world has devolved into such catastrophe-!” He sighed dramatically, shaking his head and leaning back in his seat.

Atsushi slowly raised his hand, keeping his head low.

Dazai immediately perked up, practically leaping up onto the table as he gushed, "Oh-! I guess there is hope in the world after all, Atsushi-kun! How wondeful that you are able to recognise my genius-" 

Kunikida cleared his throat loudly, shooting a pointed glare at him. “Ahem. The tally is as such : Me, two. Yosano-sensei, two. Ranpo-kun, three. Dazai…one,” Kunkida announced, reading off his notebook. So what now? Were they going to send Yosano and Kunikida with Ranpo to play? Atsushi exhaled, already mentally exhausted by everything that happened. All he wanted to do was just go home and take a big fat nap. Maybe after a delicious lunch at the cafe downstairs, and a nice walk around the flower garden to digest…that would have been so much lovelier, and he could get back to work right away after that. He sighed inwardly at his own wistful thinking, looking on as Dazai and Ranpo seemed to be exchanging nods and “uh-huh”s with each other. They must be doing their secret telepathy technique again, he thought. Everyone stared at the duo, who continued to throw half-comments and unfinished sentences at each other - their preferred method of ‘strategising’.

They stopped after a good 5 minutes of “yes, but…” and “ah, also…”, presenting an intricate plan for the upcoming poker game with Yosano as the main player and Ranpo as the backup (much to his complaints). By the time they had finished explaining, refining and arguing, the office was already bathed in the warm honey-coloured light of the setting sun, and the traffic outside was considerably heavier with hordes of people heading home. The members were dismissed for the day, everyone heading home except the clerks and Kunikida, who stretched and dropped back into his desk, shuffling some paper around. Atsushi, noticing that he wasn’t streaming to the door like the others, lagged behind to ask.

“Aren’t you heading home, Kunikida-san?”

The blond man sighed heavily. “No, I’m finishing up whatever Dazai didn’t do last week, and preparing some information for tomorrow’s tasks. Don’t worry about me; it’s all in my meticulously planned schedule. Go home and rest, brat,” he replied wearily, turning on his computer and beginning to type. Man, he works harder than a corporate slave, huh… Atsushi thought, smiling worriedly. What wouldn't I give for that sort of dedication... Just as he was about to reply, he felt a small but firm tug on his sleeve, turning to see Kyouka pulling him gently towards the door, a determined expression on her face. “You promised to try that new cafe down the street with me,” she stated quietly, steely eyes piercing into him.

“Ah, right…well, lead the way. Bye, Kunkida-san, don’t stay up too late!” Atsushi called out to the blond as he walked to the door. Kunikida responded with a noncommittal grunt, nodding slightly.

What a day it has been, Atsushi thought to himself as they entered the elevator. 

He quietly listened to the conversation in the elevator as it trundled down. Dazai was asking about everyone’s plans for the evening, to which Yosano replied with a sigh, saying that she planned to indulge a little in a glass of wine since “it was the weekend anyways.” Kenji and Ranpo were going snack-shopping and dinner after at Jun’ichiro and Naomi’s place, where Jun’ichiro was cooking. Atsushi smiled slightly as he listened, his heart filled with the budding sense of warmth, an unfamiliar feeling that he was still getting used to. He wished moments like these lasted longer. It felt…nice. 

“And what about our two newest recruits?” Dazai asked, turning his attention to the aforementioned two standing quietly at the corner. Four pairs of eyes turned and stared at them curiously, with Ranpo busy finishing up a snack. “Erm, well, I’m bringing Kyouka-chan to the new cafe down the street. Cafe Usagi, I think,” Atsushi replied. “Ah, how lovely. I heard they have very adorable bunny-shaped cakes. I’m sure dear Kyouka-chan will enjoy them,” Yosano remarked, smiling gently. Kyouka blinked at the sudden attention, suddenly shyer than before. She nodded, averting eye contact, just as the elevator doors creaked open. 

“Well, then. See you next week, everybody,” Dazai smiled as he waved everyone off from the lobby of the building. Outside, the rain was pouring down moderately, the almost-rhythmic sound of it hitting the pavement calming, the smell of petrichor wafting through the cold air. One by one, the Agency members departed, having taken out their umbrellas and raincoats. Soon, it was just Atsushi, Kyouka and Dazai standing at the lobby. 

“What are you going to do, Dazai-san?” Atsushi enquired as he opened his umbrella, watching as Kyouka opened her own bunny-eared one that he had gotten her last week. “Nothing much, I suppose. Visit a bar, maybe,” he shrugs, slipping his hands into his coat pockets. “Well, enjoy your dinner, Atsushi-kun, Kyouka-chan! Let’s not think about work anymore until next week!” Dazai exhaled, a more genuine smile on his face. 

Atsushi broke out into a smile too. 

“You too, Dazai-san.”

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1. Is writing cathartic or stressful for you?

that depends i think ksdhfhs cus it sure can be stressful as hell, especially when i get stuck in a section or on a fic that i WANT to write but CAN'T so i'll just be annoyed and frustrated glaring at my screen

but i think in GENERAL it tends to be pretty cathartic! i really enjoy writing and it can help me sort through thoughts and emotions, or experience ones i hadn't faced before, and it can be relaxing to just let the words flow from my head and into my hands :D maybe that's why i have such a fucking high wpm whenever i sprint-

9. Are there any fics you’d love to see but don’t want to write yourself? What are they?

i'm violently shaking my fists at half of the ideas and bs drafts in my writing channel on discord.

currently, the ones i'm thinking i really want to read but don't have the energy to try and write are:

the 11 Birthdays AU; based on the book 11 Birthdays by Wendy Mass, a timeloop fic where both Dazai and Chuuya are trapped repeating a day but it takes a few repeats for them to realize they aren't alone. the idea appeals to me for them because in the book, the day repeating is a response to the broken relationship between the two main characters, and it's only through working out their issues (and iirc, fixing the broken pots/plants they had) that the timeloop ends. is it a book for like 9 year olds? yep! and i was that old when i read it! but i still love the concept of it.

any fic with Omega!Chuuya having a kid with Dazai before he leaves the mafia; ok i lied bc i am writing one of these but its, as always, gonna take a while and i REALLY JUST WISH I COULD READ ONE ALREADY without having to put in all this effort ;;;;

and finally, really any fics with Chuuya as the PM boss; i love the concept so much please i need more of this i will sob and cry and maybe beg.

15. Which fic that you’ve written relates to you and your personal life the most?

ok so i had to think about this and i went looking back at my published fics on ao3 and like. niche af answer but "Waiting on the World to Change" was quite literally written for this!! writing it out so soon after i had cut my hair for the first time in like 8 years was so cathartic and being able to express some of the frustration towards others pushing me to keep my long hair simply because they liked it or they didn't think i would suit shorter hair and just finally being able to say "fuck it, i think this is whats best for me. and it will grow back. and i will face my choices."

other than that, i sort of relate to parts of "LVOE." as far as the narration, not so much the contents, but i don't tend to write a whole lot from my own experience any more askdfhshdf oh also "TBJAE" has a lot of my own personal experience as well sprinkled in there :3

[ fic ask game!! ]

[narrators-journal]

could you do beast atsushi and og atsushi swap universes?? (i wanna see what beast atsushi would do in the original!)

This took forever because I was originally going to make this a scenario, but I realized it would need an entire fic to satisfyingly explore without needing to post three different parts upon request like that Chuuya ask lol. So, headcanons!

Beast

The first source of confusion would come from the daily routine.

Beast Atsushi works for the Mafia, so he'd naturally go to the headquarters to start his day. Which is naturally a shock to Mori.

For Beast, it'd be an absolute shock of terror.

He relies on a mix of a prong collar and Dazai's power for security, so he very much would not stay at Mori's mafia.

He'd go to find Dazai, fearing retribution for being late or missing possible jobs.

Which, in turn, would confuse the ADA and normal Dazai, because Atsushi shows up late, shaking, and begging for forgiveness and flinching from Dazai.

All around, Beast Atsushi would be utterly confused and scared to be in a new universe like the original.

He'd be utterly terrified of Dazai, and initially hostile to the ADA, he wouldn't cope well.

Normal Atsushi

Unlike Beast, Atsushi would figure it out right away. He runs less on autopilot, so he'd notice right away that he isn't in his usual home.

He wouldn't go into 'work', he'd go straight to the ADA as soon as he realizes the change.

However, that doesn't mean Atsushi wouldn't be insanely confused at finding such a radically different group of employees working at the ADA.

Especially since he recognizes so many of them, but they just aren't right.

As for the new ADA, they'd be on edge and hostile from the start towards him. Since their version of him is kind of unhinged and violent.

Atsushi would honestly have a breakdown at that.

He tries so hard to not be a monster, to leave that dark part of himself behind, but here are his friends earing him for that very same issue. He'd be miserable

[scriveyner]

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It was daylight when Atsushi woke to dark hair tickling his nose. He snuffled and managed not to sneeze, glancing down to see Ryuu-chan curled under his arm, against his chest. He shifted just slightly and felt the covers shuffle before he realized that Acchan, too, was in bed with him; somewhere under the covers and wrapped around one of Atsushi’s legs.

Continue on AO3 or

So, he was well and truly stuck for the moment.

“Good morning,” Akutagawa said softly, and Atsushi looked over at him, sitting up in the bed with his back to the headboard and completely unencumbered by sleeping children. Akutagawa had clearly been up a while, although his hair was still bed-tousled; he was actually wearing his reading glasses as he scrolled a tablet.

Atsushi’s heart fluttered with how soft he looked at the moment, but if he said anything about the reading glasses Akutagawa would immediately take them off. “Good morning to you too,” Atsushi responded in the same soft tone. “How did this happen?” He knew they were tucked into their own bed last night because Ryuu-chan couldn’t decide which side he wanted to sleep on.

Speaking of, Ryuu-chan shifted, roused by his voice, and rolled his head, yawning huge. “Ah, there’s one,” Atsushi said.

Ryuu-chan pulled himself into a sitting position and yawned again, blinking sleepily as he looked around the room. After a moment, he zeroed in on Akutagawa and crawled over to him, so Akutagawa raised his arm as Ryuu-chan leaned against him, folded his arms, and dozed off again.

Akutagawa put his arm around Ryuu-chan and sighed, amused, before he looked back to Atsushi, eyebrow raised.

“Don’t look at me like that, I told you that you were right last night already.” A foot smacked into his upper thigh, dangerously close to sensitive areas, and Atsushi got an elbow under himself and lifted the bedspread. “Acchan.”

Acchan had burrowed completely down to the foot of the bed, his head tucked against Atsushi’s ankle. He didn’t move at either Atsushi’s voice or the covers shifting, but the moment Atsushi’s fingers brushed the bare bottoms of his feet he kicked and laughed, tail thrashing.

“That’s two,” Atsushi said, just as Acchan’s flailing foot nailed him directly in the groin.

Akutagawa watched as Atsushi wordlessly curled up, rolled, and fell right out of the bed.

The lump tangled in the remaining covers was clearly Acchan; he wormed his way back out, and sat up on his knees, the covers still over his head and blinking comically. “Dad?”

Akutagawa turned his face away, shoulders shaking violently, and free hand clamped tight over his mouth, refusing to make a single sound.

“Chuuya-oji!” Acchan stood up on his chair and waved excitedly. The chair wobbled dramatically, and a Rashomon tendril snaked under the table and surreptitiously steadied it. Chuuya high-fived Acchan and put both his hands on the back of the chair, stabilizing it.

“Good morning, Chuuya-san,” Akutagawa said, having not moved an inch. “Dazai-san isn’t with you? Acchan, sit down.”

Acchan dropped back into a seated position immediately and began looking around for Dazai. Ryuu-chan kicked his legs off his own chair, trying to be cool like his father but vibrating in excitement.

“He’s,” Chuuya gestured vaguely back the way he came. “We’ll find him eventually. Maybe in a concrete mixer.” Chuuya clicked his tongue. “Kids are here. Anyway. Who’s excited about the amusement park?”

“Jeez,” Atsushi said, returning to the table with a tray of food from the breakfast bar. “I could hear that response from clear across the floor.” Acchan, up on his knees, leaned over the table and snatched a strip of bacon from Atsushi’s plate—but before it could disappear down his gullet, Chuuya swiped it from his fingers and started crunching on it.

Acchan looked at his hand in surprise, and then up at Chuuya. “Chuuya-oji, that was mine!”

“Correction, it was mine,” Atsushi said and turned his plate so the remainder of the bacon was closer to Akutagawa than Acchan. “You were cut off.”

A delicate Rashomon tendril snuck over to the plate and plucked a piece of potato, and Atsushi gave his husband a look. “What was that about ability use in public, again?”

“So speaks the weretiger, who was showing off his tiger stripes to everyone who was looking his way yesterday.”

Ryuu-chan waved his hand at Chuuya, who leaned over his chair. “They’re grouchy,” he said with a serious expression.

Chuuya snickered. “Plans haven’t changed. Text us in the morning and we’ll meet up at the park.”

Akutagawa nodded his head. “And if anything happens, please let us know.”

“Of course.” Chuuya had his hands on the back of either chair, and he leaned between them. “Whoever finds Dazai-oji first gets to say a bad word!”

Ryuu-chan and Acchan looked at each other, and then they both looked up at Chuuya. “Fuck!” they chorused in unison.

Atsushi choked on his omelet.

Chuuya took one look at the red ripples coming off Akutagawa and scooped both children under his arms. “You’ve got your shit, right?” he said, and Ryuu-chan’s Rashomon snagged their backpacks off the ground, under the table. “Later!”

Atsushi was still coughing when Chuuya bolted, a kid under each arm and their backpacks dangling from Rashomon's tendrils. Acchan, hanging loosely, waved. “Bye!”

“They do not learn such language from me,” Akutagawa said harshly, Rashomon still not entirely settled. Atsushi, still coughing, took a long drink of water, considered his options, and decided not to even bother with a counterpoint.

He finished off his plate in record time. “Now what?” he asked since they were childless and free for the day.

Akutagawa said, “I can’t believe you even have to ask.”

=====

Atsushi laughed breathlessly as Akutagawa kissed his neck again. They’d barely made it through the door to the room; he’d kicked it closed behind them with maybe a hair of excessive force, but Akutagawa was going to pop a button off his shirt trying to wrestle it off Atsushi in the entranceway. “Ryuu, Ryuu—” he said, and Akutagawa bit him. “Ow!”

“Oughta mark you up,” Akutagawa growled against his skin. “Show everyone you belong to me…”

He was cut off by Atsushi wrapping his arms around Akutagawa’s chest and easily picking him up off the ground. Instead of protesting this move Akutagawa swung his legs up and wrapped them around Atsushi’s hips, arms over his shoulders, and leaning in to kiss him again.

Atsushi managed not to stumble over the luggage carrying Akutagawa over to their bed; he dropped Akutagawa onto the mattress as gracefully as he could from their position, and crawled atop him, picking up right where they left off kissing.

Akutagawa laughed wildly as Atsushi kissed down his neck, nuzzling against his skin and pulling down the collar of the plain shirt he was wearing to kiss along the bony ridge of his collarbone, before he pushed himself up on one hand, chest heaving.

“Fuck,” Atsushi groaned, realizing that they hadn’t bothered to pack anything appropriate because he didn’t expect five minutes without the kids, never mind an entire day. “We don’t have any—”

Akutagawa shifted underneath him, grunted, and pulled a small bag from the hotel gift shop from his pocket. “Two steps behind as always, weretiger,” he said with a sharp grin, and Atsushi unbunched the crumpled bag and looked at the package of lubrication and condoms with relief.

“God, I love you so much,” he said and leaned down to kiss Akutagawa again.

“If you loved me, you would already be naked,” Akutagawa growled against his mouth, and Atsushi bit his bottom lip, eyes glinting.

“On it.” He wriggled out of his half-open tropical-patterned shirt. “Thank you for not actually destroying my shirt, by the way.”

“Stop talking.”

Atsushi snorted, thumb in the waistband of his shorts; he watched Akutagawa’s attention focus there, as he tugged it down just enough to show the paler skin the sun had yet to see. “Like that?” he asked, and Akutagawa’s eyes dilated almost on cue. He pulled the waistband down further, showing the full cut of his hip and the root of his cock teasingly.

Akutagawa wet his lips, not taking his eyes off the display. “I thought I told you to shut up.”

“Maybe,” Atsushi leaned his weight on one hand, holding himself over Akutagawa, his eyes catching the sunlight streaming in through the open blinds, “you haven’t done enough to shut me up, yet.”

Akutagawa ran his hand up Atsushi’s bare chest, sliding it up over his shoulder, and gripped the back of his neck firmly before pulling him down into another deep, desperate kiss.

=====

“Shit, I hope those are gone by tomorrow,” Atsushi said, neck twisted as he stared at the shredded remains of his shoulder blades in the mirror by the bathroom. Akutagawa didn’t bother to lift his head from the bed, still lying stretched out on his side, the sunlight glittering off the sweat on his skin. “You didn’t have to be so violent.”

“Yes, I did,” Akutagawa drawled lazily, eyes closed as he basked in the sunlight, deeply content. He only moved when he felt the mattress bow down, and that was just to twist his head and give Atsushi a fond, sated look. “See what all those bikini-clad airheads think now,” he sniffed, and Atsushi shook his head and sighed.

“You are so jealous,” he murmured, brushing his hand through Akutagawa’s hair. “Do you really think I’m interested in any of them for even a second?”

“No.” Akutagawa’s eyes had drifted closed again. Atsushi honestly wouldn’t have been that surprised if he started purring. “But I don’t like that they think they even have a chance.”

“Hai, hai,” Atsushi hummed. “So…were you wanting to head out to the beach? Or maybe hit the pool instead, since we don’t have to keep track of the kids and they have an open bar?”

“Or,” Akutagawa said, “we could have round two.”

Atsushi shifted his weight, climbing back onto the bed properly. “Round two it is,” he murmured, kissing the back of Akutagawa’s neck as he slid over him, and Akutagawa stretched all the way out underneath him, eyes still closed and grin all sharp edges.

Round two unsurprisingly turned to round three, and they missed lunch. They also forgot to hang up the ‘do not disturb’ sign, as Atsushi realized, balls deep, and the room’s door opened while someone called, “Housekeeping!”

Rashomon never moved so fast.

“Sorry!” Atsushi called as the tendril dropped the sign on the knob and slammed the door in the housekeeper’s face. He buried his flaming red face against Akutagawa’s back and Akutagawa huffed in annoyance but that, unsurprisingly, brought an end to the sex.

“What are we going to do for dinner?” Atsushi asked as they browsed some of the shops that lined the touristy pavilion connected to the resort. “I didn’t think to bring anything nice for any of the upscale places.”

“I doubt they care very much, here,” Akutagawa said, checking the price on a light-colored, floral print dress. Atsushi lingered by the dress rack as Akutagawa picked it off the hanger. “Do you think Gin will like this?”

“That print looks a little loud for her tastes, maybe the one with the blue.”

Akutagawa nodded and exchanged the dresses, looking critically at the cut of the one with the blue floral print. He looked up when he realized Atsushi was smiling softly and narrowed his eyes. “You are thinking about saying something I may stab you for.”

“Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

“To not be stabbed.”

“Well, that, and the other thing.” Atsushi picked out a stuffed bear wearing a floral print shirt with a similar pattern to the dress that Akutagawa was still holding. “Higuchi-san?”

“I suppose. Will it even fit in our luggage?”

“We’ll make it work.” Atsushi browsed a few other souvenirs for their coworkers, relieved of having to even bother figuring out to bring home some form of alcohol for Chuuya. They made their purchases and, on the way back to the room Atsushi caught the most delicious scent of meat being roasted and they ended up having a nice, uncluttered meal at an open-air grill and barbeque.

“It’s no surprise where Acchan gets his atrocious table manners,” Akutagawa said, wiping sauce from Atsushi’s cheek with his thumb. Atsushi’s eyes went half-lidded, and he lipped at Akutagawa’s thumb before he drew back.

Atsushi’s phone vibrated on the table, breaking the mood—and their eye contact. Atsushi glanced down at it and then did a double-take, swiping open the messaging app. Akutagawa sat back in his chair, taking a sip of his bourbon while Atsushi scanned the message. “Everything good?”

He pursed his lips. “Chuuya-san said: ignore whatever Dazai says, everything is fine, don’t worry.” He looked up at Akutagawa. “Did Dazai-san text you?”

Akutagawa frowned in response and shifted, removing his own phone from his pocket and flipping it open before shaking his head. “No, he did not.”

“Didn’t text me either. Do you think everything’s okay?”

“If it wasn’t, Chuuya-san wouldn’t bother to text until he was done handling it.”

“True.” Atsushi frowned at his phone again and finally texted back

Is everything okay?

shits good don't worry dazai just being a little bitch as usual did he txt u

No.

ah okay really don't worry its all good I've got this handled we'll see u tmr

Chuuya then sent a picture of Ryuu-chan on his shoulders, and Acchan held under his arms, legs dangling like a long cat, while Chuuya floated in the air by a mascot statue. Atsushi snorted and showed Akutagawa the photo, and Akutagawa put his chin in his hand and smiled.

“They look like they’re having a good time.”

“What do you think happened?” Atsushi put his phone back, face-down, on the table. Akutagawa shrugged and clinked the ice in his drink thoughtfully.

“Acchan probably did a runner on Dazai-san, if I had to guess.” He took a long sip of his bourbon. “Too bad they’re too old for leash training at this point.”

“Surprised that’s the thing that’s stopping you,” Atsushi said, and Akutagawa laughed.

“You wouldn’t?”

“For Acchan? Never. Ryuu-chan at least has some sense in his head.”

“That is a rather backwards way of praising my intelligence, but I will take the compliment as it stands.” He raised his glass. “We’ll get Acchan there, you turned out pretty good, after all?”

Atsushi laughed and clinked his own whiskey glass into Akutagawa’s. “Only pretty good?”

“Very pretty, very good.”

“Getting your back blown out three times in a row has really loosened that tight grip on compliments you usually keep.” Akutagawa flushed and took another drink, and Atsushi nudged his chair with a foot. “Feels like my birthday.”

“Yes, well. I have to keep a little more in reserve than the traditional blow job.”

After dinner, they dropped their packages in the hotel room and took a walk along the beach as the sun sank into the horizon. It wasn’t as jam-packed now, most having drifted toward food and the live music being played in the pavilion, but they still passed a fair few families packing up for the day.

“Should we head back?” Atsushi asked, standing ankle-deep in the warm surf and watching a beach volleyball game being played by some athletic teenagers.

“Why?” Akutagawa asked lazily, still holding his hand. “Unless you wanted to retire early…”

Atsushi laughed, and leaned in toward him. “You’d really be up for another round?”

“Mm. Perhaps I could be convinced.”

By the time they wandered back in the direction of the resort, the stars were out. The music grew louder now, something catchy that Atsushi didn’t really recognize. They walked along some dimly lit garden paths where they could still hear the concert, muffled in the distance, and looked over the cascades of flowering bushes slowly closing up for the night.

When Akutagawa was distracted, Atsushi leaned in and plucked a very pretty, five-petaled flower from a bush. The petals were gradients of yellow, pink, and white; and Akutagawa turned his head, surprised, when Atsushi brushed his hair back and placed it over his ear. “What—?”

“It suits you,” Atsushi said, beaming, and was very pleased when Akutagawa’s cheeks went as pink as the tones in the flower. Atsushi kissed him, holding his hands, both of them standing under the twinkling strings of fairy lights stretched over the gardens and thought, contentedly, how could life get any better than this?

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