#mr nakahara is one lucky man

[thisiswhereifall]

I just got back from Thailand!

I have been working on this before my trip and had to postpone it even if it's literally just a doodle.

Here's my take on Female!Dazai! Isn't she charming? I did not want to completely copy her male counterpart, and wanted her to be her own character (much like Hetalia to Nyotalia). I imagined her to be sexy but not the whore kind of sexy, hence the daring clothes. Wink wink

I feel like female!Dazai is a bit more mild-mannered, gentler, and more on the depressed side rather than the 'oh-hey-im-smiling-but-im-dead-inside' typical Osamu Dazai. She is less childish but is on the same level as being a prankster and on impulsiveness as male Dazai. Her mood swings are most likely harder to read. And yes, ladies and gentlemen, instead of the usual outright flirting like Male!Dazai does, I can imagine her to be much more smarter when it comes to the art of seduction. She is a girl who would definitely pretend to have an injured arm or something just to have a man carry her bags or use her feminine charms to get stuff for free. (See: Fire Emblem Three Houses: Hilda Goneril)

But I don't think she'd sleep around with people. Only with Chuuya

While male Dazai speaks harsh truth and is somewhat cruel with words, his female counterpart is cunning and flirty in terms of manipulation. She would tell Akutagawa that she's counting on him or that she believes in him just so he'd do whatever she wants instead of berating him for being useless. Lol. Sometimes it's true and she does believe in him

Although still angsty, she is definitely more in touch with feelings for Chuuya. Since she is more unstable than male Dazai, depressive episodes will usually lead to visiting Chuuya, the only one among the living world that knows her best.

Also, I hc that she has higher pain tolerance, since it's scientifically proven that females have higher pain tolerance than males lol.

[shadyteacup]

May i ask fanfiction with dazai osamu and chuuya nakahara where fem! Reader aka their s/o falls asleep ln them and then they become SUPER OVERPROTECTIVE like somebody is like: i can take that pretty lady so you can rest and then they take a merf gun or some kind of weapon or like does something and are like: TOUCH HER AND YOURE GONE

Hey, there! This was fun to write!

Tw: Some blood in Chuuya's part, but nothing gory..

Lemme know if this is what u wanted ;)

Dazai

Dazai was looking out of the window, observing the passing scenery. He loved train rides. They somehow calmed him. Observing the fast approaching trees and watching them zoom past, was a favorite pass time of his. You and Dazai had gone to visit a client in the neighboring city, and Dazai had insited on traveling via train.

Both of you were sitting side by side, shoulders touching, as you shared one ear bud each. You were playing the music today. Your choice in songs was quite diverse. You could vibe to chaotic metal, noisy edm, soft guitar songs and  famous classicals like Beethoven's Für Elise.

Today, you had decided to play soft songs. They had a calming effect. It was much needed too, as your mission had been quite tiring.

Dazai felt a weight on his shoulder. Moving his head to the side, he saw your sleeping face. Your cheek was smushed on his shoulder, and stray hair was strewn a over your nose and forehead.

He smiled softly at the adorable sight. He gently nuzzled his face on your head, craving your touch.

He was never so possessive and touchy before. You had completely changed him. Now, he couldn't stand being away from you for five minutes. He always needs to have some form of physical contact with you. It can be as simple as a touch of your shoulders, or your hand in his, or as elaborate as a bear hug, or a gentle kiss.

It was the rush hour, so you both had to share a booth. The man sitting opposite you both kept stealing glances at you. Dazai, ofcourse, noticed this. He decided to ignore it. He knew how beautiful you were. It was obvious that a beauty such as you would gather male attention. He had encountered so many men and women that had tried to woo you. But you had always stayed with him. You loved him, afterall. And he loved you. So he pretended to not have noticed the man's glances. Unfortunately, he can't control who should and shouldn't look at you.

"Nice woman you've got there, lad!"

The man spoke up. He was looking at Dazai, trying to get a reaction out of him.

Dazai merely glanced at him, giving him a look that said 'mind your business'.

The man shifted his full attention towards you.

Smirking, he leaned ahead a bit, trying to get a closer look at you.

"You wouldn't mind being a good boy, and sharing this lovely lady, would you?"

That was it. Dazai snapped.

The man felt a cool sensation below his jaw. He looked down to find himself face-to-face with the barrel of a gun. His eyes widened, and he gulped.

Dazai leaned forward, ensuring that you weren't disturbed, and spoke near the man's ear.

"Leave before I feed your brain to the stray dogs."

His low, dangerous voice, and murderous gaze was more than enough for the man to stumble out of the booth, and run away.

The slight movement and the man's scared apologies and 'Please don't kill me's stirred you awake. You blinked, looking at Dazai.

"What happened?"

He smiled at you, shaking head, and planting a kiss on your forehead.

"Nothing, love. Needed to take care of a pest. Everything's alright."

You look at him, confused, but nod your head anyway.

"Ok."

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Osamu :)"

Chuuya

"That's the last of them."

You say as you kick a man on the head, knocking him out.

Chuuya walks over to you, admiring the large number of men you had successfully neutralized.

"That's...amazing, love."

He pecks your lips.

You try to shove him away.

"I'm all bloody, Chuu!"

He grins, hugging you.

"So am I!"

You giggled, giving in and wrapping your arms around his waist. You and Chuuya had been tasked to take down an organization that was meddling in the Mafia's affairs. When you both got to the location, you realized that there were many more men than they had anticipated. It didn't matter, though, as both of you were extremely skilled at combat, and had strong abilities. It was tiring, nonetheless.

"You did such a great job, Y/N. I'm so proud of you."

Chuuya said as he kissed the top of your head. You were the most badass woman he had ever come across, and he was smitten. Your fearlessness and bravery always drives him mad. He loves it when you take control of the situation, and effortlessly drop your enemies to the ground. Swag practically flowed through your veins.

But everybody has a soft side, and he was the lucky guy who got to experience yours.

When you didn't answer back, he looked down, only to hear soft snores.

'Did she fall asleep? While standing up?'

"Y/N?"

He says softly, only to hear no response. He chuckled at your adorable form, and picked you up, bridal style.

He began making his way out of the now ruined building, avoiding the rubble and the multiple bodies strewn across the floor. He could have flown out of here, but he was too tired to use his ability.

On his way out, he encountered a woman. She seemed to belong to the organization. If he remembered correctly, she was one of their founders. He hadn't seen her in the place, so maybe she just arrived to the scene.

"Well, well, well! Look what we have here!" She said, taking a step closer and peering at you.

"What a beauty! Bet she'd look much prettier on my bed. Don't you think so, Mr. Executive?"

Chuuya snapped. He activate his ability. The woman felt a sharp object on her neck. Chuuya had used his ability to hold a dagger to her neck. Multiple blades floated in the air, a red glow surrounding them, as they aimed themselves at the woman.

She chuckled.

"Don't get me wrong, dear! You took everything from me. I deserve a good time, don't you think?"

Her smug smirk was wiped off her face when a teeth shattering punch shook her face. Chuuya stood before her, his blue eyes piercing into her with malice and poison.

She stumbled back into the wall, falling on the ground.

He walked up to her, grabbing her hair and forcing her bleeding face to meet his gaze.

"You want a good time?!! I'll show you how great a time you can have in the dungeons!"

She spat out blood.

Chuuya bent down to her level.

"I'll make you beg for death when I'm done with you."

He knocked her out, calling for backup to take her into lockup.

He looked back to see you sleeping soundly inspite of the ruckus he had just caused. He had used his ability to keep you floating safely in the air, and allowing him to move and strike the disgusting woman.

He smiled at you.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you, darling."

He said, softly kissing your forehead.

[simpforchuchu]

hello ! plz chuuya nakahara with a shy, and kind russian ada s/o(she's the bestfriend of dazai) , she has long soft light blond hair(almost like platinum), a very pale skin and purple eyes thank chuu ! 🇷🇺💖

Chuuya x kind Russian reader

a/n: Hi ! I really love Russian people so much and in love with your accent ahahha Seeing someone writing to me from Russia made me so happy.Sending love from Turkey to you and your country, i hope you like it 🥰🥰

Requests are open, if you want me to write something, just let me know 😊

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

The weather was sunny, it was a beautiful day. It was quite hot but not annoying. When you came to Japan from your country, you were very happy because you longed for such hot days, you were enjoying the sun.

You came to Japan to see your best friend. Your best friend, whom you met in a suicide attempt in the city where you came to study at university 2 years ago...

Osamu Dazai...

He was a strange man, but you loved him very much. You didn't have the ability like him, but he taught you to protect yourself, though you didn't have to be afraid of anything when he was around.

It was another day when Dazai talked about his futile suicide attempts and stupid flirt tactics. Moreover, he did not neglect to annoy you. You were laughing at most of them, but he was talking too much.

You were generally pretty sweet and calm, but when you were with Dazai, you didn't need to be so polite.

"Osamu, if you keep talking about any more stupid suicide attempts, I'm going to kill you"

Dazai walked in front of you with a smile and looked at you and started walking towards you without looking back.

"Ah, 'y/n' chan, I always knew you were such a kind hearted person."

You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

Just then, you looked at him in shock when Dazai carelessly bumped into someone while walking on the beach. Both men had fallen to the ground, you immediately bent over them and extended your hand.

"Hey! Are you okay? Um... how about you sir?"

They both got up from the ground grumbling, shaking themselves, and the man they bumped into started shouting.

"You waste of bandages! Look ahead! And what are you doing here!"

You looked at the man in the hat shouting in surprise and were even more surprised to see Dazai laughing

"Chuuya, you should know that the beaches are open to everyone. Besides, you were the one who hit me"

"What?"

Is it Chuuya? This was the man Dazai kept talking about. He was the Nakahara Chuuya he hated so much. They were so focused on their fight with each other that they forgot about you.

After yelling at each other for a while and even grabbing Chuuya Dazai's collar, you quickly jumped in.

"Mr. Nakahara, please forgive Dazai. He's just… oh never mind, we're just apologizing. Please let us go"

You knew Chuuya was a mafia, you were a little scared of him and he looked very angry right now.

Chuuya looked at the blond-haired, pale-skinned, purple-eyed young girl beside him who was calling out to him and calmed down.

Her voice was so gentle and peaceful that even his hatred for Dazai wasn't enough to kill him this time.

Chuuya let go of his collar and put his hands in his pockets. He muttered to himself.

"What could such a beautiful and sweet woman do with Dazai? God, this bastard is so lucky."

A few steps were taken and he called out

"Oi, stupid Dazai. You finally found a beautiful woman to commit suicide with you, congratulations."

Dazai laughed and shook his head as your cheeks turned red at Chuuya's words.

"'Y/n' is a friend who is too precious to let her die with me, but you can die if you want to"

Chuuya rolled his eyes as he continued walking and turned around to give you one last look.

You were still looking at him, confused by what was going on.

"Hey Dazai, he's not like you're talking about at all."

Dazai smiled and put his arm around your shoulder

"I know, dumber.."

[aarcanechaoss]

Cursed… what?

Okay a take 2 at a tester because I didn’t really like that first one @slowlyfoulenthusiast tagging you again hope you don’t mind

Chuuya had no words. Really how does one react to having four college students demand to see you when you have absolutely no clue who they are. The short man stood agape as the proclaimed main trio argued about something meaningless. The fourth noticed him almost immediately and stepped forward.

The first thing Chuuya noticed about them- besides the random argument and the fact that they barely look twenty- was the uniform. Dark blue uniforms. The boys seemingly had some freedom with their uniform, one of them had what looked like a red hood sticking out while they other’s was very plain looking. The girls looked more like school girls- which was throwing the mafioso for a loop, one with stockings and a knee length skirt while the other wore a shorter skirt with near knee height laced boots- their tops being the same. The ginger blinked in confusion- who the hell are these people in his office?

“Chuuya Nakahara yes?” The one in the short skirt asked… she sounded bored?

“That’s me- and you four are?”

“Here for business.” The plain uniformed boy said. Chuuya raised a brow. “Yeah Emi it’s definitely him.”

“Do I get to know who you are?” Chuuya asked impatiently. The tension was worse than him holding himself back from killing Dazai.

“Yuji Itadori.” The one with red said- what’s up with the weird marks.

“Nobara Kugisaki Mr Nakahara.” The one in stockings said… was that a hammer at her side?

“Megumi Fushiguro.” Ah nice zero care- reminds him of someone.

“Emiko Mutō. Emi is fine.” Short skirt said.

“Anyway Mr Nakahara-“ Yuji started.

“Long story short we are from a technical college that deals in special…. Abilities and yes we are aware of the many people in this city who have some interesting ones but yours is a- problem.” Short skirt- Emi said.

“A little harsh Emi.” The pink and black haired boy said.

“I’m a problem? For college students?”

“Not you particularly but Arahabaki is becoming a bigger problem since the situation with The Guild.” Nobara. Chuuya’s eyes widened-

“How do you?”

“Are you under the impression that being inside you is some kind of ability?” Megumi asked.

“More like a curse.” Chuuya tutted. “I can’t remember anything from when I become it and it’s not like I wanted it.”

“How did you get Arahbibi?” Yuji asked loudly.

“Idiot it’s Arahabiki!” Megumi growled.

“The government…” Chuuya said slowly. He was becoming aware that these students knew something about Arahabiki that he should. “What do you know about it?”

“The- government? We don’t have a Yokohama branch- Yuji call Gojo now.” Emi said quickly pushing the dual haired boy towards the corner to call their sensei.

“Okay. A curse is probably the best description for it.” Nobara begins.

“What you have in you is a cursed spirit, you are lucky to not be dead.” Megumi said.

Chuuya blinked. Then he blinked again. Then he laughed. Was this a prank?

“What is this? A prank? Did Tachihara do something? Gin? What-“

“This is very serious. We managed to find you after a lot of digging and you aren’t the only one with cursed energy overflowing here in Yokohama. We are telling you this because spirits like these can kill you- take Yuji for example he’s something similar, myself as well. We aren’t dead because of something rare but you on the other hand no offence aren’t anything special in regards to Jujutsu.” Emi said briskly. Chuuya frowned- she was serious, they all were.

“Tell you guys what. Give me information on Arahabiki and I’ll do whatever you need while I. Yokohama. I’m willing to strike a deal over this ridiculous story.” Chuuya conceded.

The quartet grew grim.

“We accept that.” Nobara said. “Wait for our sensei to answer Yuji… then we can talk.”

[ranposlittle]

Stockholm Syndrome

Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

A/N: Just something for Mr. Fancy Hat! Full disclosure tho, I don't think badly of Chuuya. Everything I wrote is just for the sake of the story. Please don't attack me, Chuuya fans! ⊙﹏⊙ Based on this song! Enjoy! 💕

(( TW: Mentions of violence, Abduction ))

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You carefully placed your spoon on the bowl after slurping the last bit of the rich soup. Your stomach feels warm and satisfied from today's meal. Your fingers fiddled on the bowl's rim as your mind debated whether to feed the curiosity burning a hole through you for a while now.

"What's your name?" You finally asked, your voice echoing in the small room. You gave him a gentle smile.

The man in question is leaning on the wall beside your bed, his dark clothes blending in with the shadows but the vibrancy of his wavy hair competes with the hot summer sun.

He's been very nice to you ever since you met him. He would give you good food and water, and would guard you until you're finished. He would even deliver tea and cakes during the afternoons. He provided you with fresh pair of clothes and towels so you can shower. And the one you can't forget the most, he's the one who wrapped you in a blanket when you were shaking on your first night, gripped by the trauma of just being abducted. He rubbed your shoulders and assured you that you'll be fine. He also apologized for shoving a gun in your face and threatening to kill you, it was just for effect he said.

His figure slowly became a beacon of light for you. Your mental turmoil thrown outside the frames of your mind as soon as you see him. His voice soothing your worries away from thinking about what would come next.

Yes, he may have pointed a gun in your face and threatened to kill you multiple times after that, whenever they'll force you to make a video or a call begging your gang to surrender to the Port Mafia, but he would always apologize afterwards. He would even tend to your wounds when he does actually physically hurt you. All accidental and nothing major in your opinion, just little cuts and bruises for the times you fight back. You shouldn't have fought in the first place anyway is what you would tell yourself. He slapped you once out of anger, and you think he looked so cute when he went to your room to say sorry.

You believe him, of course. After all, how bad can he be if he takes care of you like this? You're convinced that he's only doing this because his boss ordered him to and he'll get in trouble if he won't obey. His acts of kindness, however, is what you believe to be the real him.

You empathize with him. You do know how it's like to have a boss and you're lucky that your boss is your own father. You can't imagine how hard he must find this kind of work. There were several times where you get the urge to reach out and stroke his hair or pull him into a hug. You want to express how thankful you are to him for taking care of you. Hell, maybe even tell him how beautiful you think he is.

You know they'll be coming to find you soon. You're their boss's daughter, after all. But lately, you've been thinking a lot about staying. Frankly, you don't ever want to leave. You're getting used to your room and your everyday routine here. You're getting used to the food, the temperature of the water when you shower and of course, the man's immaculate presence.

You honestly think that this man treated you so much better while in captivity than how you've ever been treated before. Back home, you are mostly ignored and alone. No one really cares about you or how you are or what you do. Compared to how it is back there, you feel pampered here. There's truly no other place you'd ever want to go. It wouldn't be too bad if you'll just stay by his side, right?

"Chuuya," he answered, his bright eyes glistened as they landed on you. "Yeah. The one you guys call the 'gravity manipulator', Chuuya."

Your smile widened. You felt your heart grew bigger and floated like an oversized balloon inside your chest, full of affection and fascination for this man. Legends about him and his ability really do circulate around the group and you feel such an honor to be worthy of his time and presence.

You have fallen for him, you finally admitted to yourself, but that isn't really a surprise. After all, no one can win against gravity.

[thisiswhereifall]

Maybe it's because Dazai dresses like a homeless person, or maybe it was a bad idea to suddenly want to start a family in the middle of a probably-temporary-but-hopefully-permanent-truce, but Chuuya, in all of his humanity, found yet another reason to fight for the peace of their city.

Still, Nakahara Chuuya, feared Port Mafia Executive, vessel to Arahabaki The God Of Calamity, Lord of Destruction, The Chaotic, and gravity manipulator, would never, in what little logic he has left (because he swears he loses more brain cells the more he spends time with his goddamn mackerel wife) entrust choosing his baby girl's clothes to Dazai Osamu, master manipulator, damned mackerel, Youngest Mafia Executive in all of History, and most importantly, wife to Nakahara Chuuya.

Although it had been a pain in the ass -- everything involving Dazai is a pain to all body parts -- to convince her not to throw away the hat, she finally gave in -- a miracle, really, because Dazai Osamu never gives in - but not before whining and complaining about her daughter getting bald spots at such a young age or staying the same height for all eternity.

("No, you bastard, we are not making her walk around town wearing fucking bandages, fuck--")

("But, Chuuya! I don't want my little sweetie's brains to be swallowed by such a tacky hat!")

Needless to say, it wasn't easy even years ago, back when Dazai would spend all their nights crying, the anxiety of not being able to be a good mother, not human enough to have kids of her own, would crash into her brain like waves threatening to drown her before she could even throw herself down a nearby river. Chuuya had to make extra efforts to make his beloved feel even more beloved than she already is.

After all, Dazai sucked at staying alive, but it only took another life to be living inside her to keep her from attempting to throw away hers.

And she survived. They survived the nine months together, and both of them had never felt so human and so domestic.

Also, Kunikida made a mental note to keep the kid safe and healthy when both parents do something stupid like they always do, assuming that said kid won't grow up doing stupid things, as well.

And Chuuya will never admit it, but he dotes so much on his two girls, he cries when the uwu is too strong.