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thewickedjazzy · 5 months ago

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⌞𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰⌝

Part II : 𝙏𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚

Pairings: mafia boss!Chuuya x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, super fluff, mention of death, mention of other dimensions, mention of panic attack, mention of cheating, mention of blood, bsd beast spoilers ahead, Let me know if I forgot any!

Author's note: Guess who's back? This part is actually my favourite. It portrays a lot of human emotions. Also, this AU is heavily inspired by bsd beast, so a tw to my fellow dazai kinnes. I'm sorry :(. Hope you enjoy it Xx.

↠Part I

Word count : 6.8k

In an alternate universe, the same pale moonlight bathed the streets of Yokohama. The night was a deep, biting cold as Y/N's shaky breath turned to mist with each exhale, lingering in the air for just a moment before dissipating into the dark. She moved with urgency, her steps quickening as she neared the apartment she shared with Daiki—her boyfriend of two years.

Y/N was no ordinary woman; she was Chuuya Nakahara’s right hand, the most feared member of the Port Mafia. An elegant maneater with a reputation that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals, she wielded a powerful ability that made all the mafia members think thrice before talking to her. Her presence alone commanded respect and fear in equal measure, and her beauty was a dangerous allure that concealed the deadly strength beneath.

Yet, as she neared the penthouse, her mind was consumed with thoughts that had nothing to do with power or the underworld she ruled so effortlessly.

Her mind was a whirlwind of denial and disbelief, the echo of doubt gnawing at the edges of her thoughts. This can’t be right, she told herself. Daiki wouldn’t cheat on me. He wouldn’t.

But the morning’s events replayed in her mind, the scene etched vividly into her memory. She had been at her favorite clothing store, browsing through the latest arrivals, the scent of new fabric and soft music soothing her senses. As she approached the cashier to pay, her attention was drawn to a woman nearby, holding up a dress and laughing into her phone. The woman was middle-aged, her voice carrying a tone of flirtatious teasing as she moved closer to the cashier.

Y/N hadn’t meant to listen, but the woman’s words cut through the air like a knife. "Oh, stop it, Daiki. We went two rounds yesterday. Isn’t that enough, babe?"

She froze in place, her heart skipping a beat. Daiki? The name hit her like a jolt of electricity. It was too much of a coincidence, but maybe—just maybe—there was another man with the same name. Her mind clung to that fragile hope, even as her gaze instinctively shifted to the woman’s hand.

And then she saw it—the credit card the woman was holding. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the familiar design, the embossed letters spelling out a name she knew too well. Daiki’s card.

A wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm her, but she forced herself to stay calm, to complete her transaction and leave the store without drawing attention. The woman’s laughter still echoed in her ears, each note twisting the knife deeper into her heart.

Now, as Y/N approached the penthouse's apartment, her hand cold from the freezing air as she unlocked the door, pushing it open with a sense of dread. The apartment was quiet, the soft hum of the refrigerator the only sound. She felt a cold, calculated calm settle over her. She knew what she needed to do.

Y/N changed into her usual red silk robe, the fabric cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of her emotions. She poured herself a drink, the amber liquid steadying her nerves as she waited in the dimly lit living room. The silence of the apartment was deafening, every tick of the clock amplifying the tension that hung in the air.

Hours passed before the sound of a key turning in the lock signaled Daiki’s arrival. She didn’t move, her posture relaxed as she sat in the armchair, one leg crossed over the other, the drink held delicately in her hand. She watched as Daiki entered, oblivious at first to the storm he was walking into.

"Y/N, you’re home early," he said, closing the door behind him and setting his bag down. "Everything okay?"

Y/N took a slow sip of her drink, letting the silence stretch between them before she finally spoke. "Daiki," she began, her voice smooth and controlled, "I had an interesting morning today."

He froze, the unease in his eyes growing. "Oh? What happened?"

She swirled the liquid in her glass, her gaze never leaving his. "I was at the store, buying a few things. And I overheard a woman on the phone, talking to someone named Daiki. She was laughing, calling him ‘babe,’ talking about how they went ‘two rounds’ yesterday." Her tone remained calm, almost conversational, but the undercurrent of danger was unmistakable. "Then, I saw the credit card she was holding. It was yours."

Daiki’s face drained of color, his confident facade crumbling under the weight of her words. He opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand, stopping him before he could stammer out a lie.

"Don’t," she warned, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "I want the truth, Daiki. How long has this been going on?"

He hesitated, knowing there was no escape, no room for deceit. "Six months," he admitted, his voice trembling. "It’s been six months."

Y/N felt the sting of his confession, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, her expression one of detached curiosity. "Six months," she repeated, her tone laced with a hint of mockery. "And you thought I wouldn’t find out? You thought you could keep lying to me, coming home to me every night, and I’d just go on believing everything was fine?"

Daiki flinched, the realization of his mistake written all over his face. "Y/N, I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I just…"

"You just what?" Y/N cut him off, her eyes narrowing. "Got bored? Wanted something new and exciting? Tell me, Daiki, did you think of me at all during these last six months? Or was I just the convenient one—the one you could always come back to when you were done with your little adventures?"

Daiki lowered his gaze to the wooden floor, " It was a mistake...I didn't- "

Y/N's scoff cut him off, "A mistake is when you leave the food out of the refrigerator overnight. But cheating? For months? No, it takes too much... too much lying, sneaking around, and screwing around to be a mistake."

He swallowed hard, his guilt evident. "It wasn’t like that," he pleaded, but the desperation in his voice only fueled her anger.

"Then what was it like?" she demanded, her calm exterior cracking just enough to let her fury shine through. "Tell me, Daiki, how does it feel to know that you’ve lost everything—because that’s what’s happened. You’ve lost me."

Daiki took a step toward her, but she remained unmoved, her gaze icy. "Don’t come any closer," she warned, her voice cold and commanding. "You’re not going to talk your way out of this. We’re done."

The finality in her tone left no room for argument. Daiki stopped in his tracks, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He looked at her, a mixture of regret and sorrow in his eyes, but she was unmoved. She had made her decision, and there was no going back.

"Pack your things," she said calmly, setting her glass down on the table beside her. "And be gone by morning. I don’t want to see you again."

With those words, she rose from the chair, her movements graceful and deliberate. She walked past him without a second glance, heading to the bedroom where she would lock the door behind her, shutting out the man who had betrayed her so deeply.

As she closed the door, Y/N leaned against it for a moment, the reality of what had just happened washing over her. The calm she had maintained began to slip away, replaced by the ache of betrayal and the hollow emptiness left in its wake. But she refused to let herself crumble. Not yet. Not when there was still so much to be done.

The next morning, Y/N arrived at the Port Mafia headquarters, her usual poise and grace firmly in place, though beneath it all, a hollow ache had settled in her chest. She moved through her tasks mechanically, her mind a whirlwind of betrayal and sadness that she tried desperately to push away.

Chuuya watched her from across the room, his sharp eyes missing nothing. He had known her for years, had seen her in battle, had watched her navigate the treacherous waters of their world with a confidence that few could match. But today, something was different. Her movements were precise, but lacked the usual fluidity; her gaze was distant, as if she were somewhere else entirely.

When the meeting ended, Chuuya lingered, his concern deepening as she made to leave without a word. "Y/N," he called out, his voice cutting through the quiet.

She paused, turning to face him. "Yes, boss?"

He approached her, his expression serious. "You’re not yourself today. What happened?"

Y/N hesitated, the truth heavy on her tongue. But Chuuya’s steady gaze, his unspoken support, broke through her defences. "I found out Daiki’s been cheating on me," She confessed, her voice strained. "For six months."

Chuuya’s eyes darkened with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. "That bastard."

"I don’t want to talk about it," Y/N said quickly, not wanting to dwell on the pain. "I just want to work."

But Chuuya wasn’t willing to let it go so easily. "You deserve better," he said softly, the intensity of his feelings clear in his voice. "Don’t let him take anything more from you."

Y/N met his gaze, and for a moment, the weight of her hurt eased, replaced by a warmth she hadn’t expected. "Thank you, boss," she murmured, her voice slightly above a whisper.

As she turned to leave, Chuuya’s voice stopped her once more. "Remember, Y/N—whatever happens, I’ve got your back."

She nodded, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips despite the pain still lingering in her heart. "I know," she said, and with that, she walked away, her steps a little lighter, knowing she wasn’t alone.

Chuuya Nakahara had not always been the leader of the Port Mafia. There was a time when he served under Dazai Osamu, the enigmatic and powerful boss whose ability to nullify others’ abilities had been a cornerstone of the mafia’s strength. But Dazai was more than just a boss to Chuuya; even though he used to despise Dazai's carefree attitude, nevertheless he still considered him as a friend, a partner who understood the burden of Chuuya’s cursed power—Arahabaki, the god of destruction that lived within him.

Dazai’s ability, No Longer Human, was the only thing that could stop Chuuya’s corruption form—a state of near-unlimited power that came with a steep price: the loss of his humanity. In his corruption form, Chuuya became a force of destruction, but without Dazai to nullify his power, he risked being consumed by it completely.

When Dazai died, Chuuya was left with a void that no one could fill. The responsibility of leading the Port Mafia fell to him, and with it, the fear of what might happen if his corruption ever went unchecked. But there was one person who could offer a solution—Y/N.

Y/N’s ability, 'Malevolent Marionette', was unlike anything Chuuya had ever encountered. By touching someone, she could create a replica of them—a puppet under her control. But it wasn’t just any puppet; it was a copy that mirrored the original in every way, down to their abilities. And if she destroyed the puppet, the original would suffer the same fate.

Before Dazai’s death, Chuuya and Y/N had trained together, testing the limits of her ability. The goal was simple yet terrifying: to see if she could create a replica of Chuuya’s corruption form and destroy it, thereby breaking the cycle of destruction without killing him. It was a risky, dangerous experiment, one that required absolute trust between them.

Chuuya’s eyes were locked on Y/N, a mix of skepticism and trust evident in his gaze.

“Alright, Y/N. You’re sure you can handle this? I don’t want to end up wrecking the whole place.”

Y/N gave him a steady look, “I’ve trained for this, Chuuya. I’m confident in my ability.”

Dazai, standing with his usual relaxed demeanor, glanced between them with a hint of a smirk. “Just make sure to not repeat what happened. Last time you nearly brought the entire building down."

Chuuya scoffed crossing his arms and shooting him a death glare. “Like I need you to remind me. I’m perfectly aware of the risks.”

Dazai’s grin widened. “Just making sure. You know how you can be.”

Chuuya’s eyes narrowed. “And you know how you can be. Always acting like this is some kind of joke.”

“Come on, Chuuya,” Dazai said with an exaggerated sigh. “It’s not every day we get to see you in a vulnerable state. I’m just here to make sure things don’t get out of hand.”

" Shut your mouth! " Chuuya grumbled, his irritation barely concealed as he sighed again taking off his leather gloves, “O’ grantors of dark disgrace,” he incanted, his voice resonating with an eerie gravitas, “do not wake me up again.”

In an instant, Chuuya’s corruption form took over, his body transforming into a terrifying visage of dark energy and raw power. the marks of Arahabaki on his body seem to burn his skin like hell and rip apart his flesh to blood.

Dazai’s ability was their safeguard, ready to nullify the dangerous corruption if Y/N’s replica wasn’t enough.

Y/N took her position, her focus unwavering as she approached him. She extended her hand managing to touch him, the air around her shimmering with the power of her ability. Her goal was to create a replica of Chuuya’s corruption form—a copy that would mimic the original’s abilities but could be destroyed without harming Chuuya himself.

As the replica began to take shape, Chuuya’s corruption form roared with fury, as Y/N was pushed to the ground but her focus still remained as the replica of Chuuya’s corruption form fully materialized, a dark twin of the original, its power radiating with a terrifying intensity. Y/N maneuvered carefully, her control over the replica precise as she prepared to destroy it.

Dazai watched with a keen eye, ready to intervene if necessary. “Remember, Y/N,” he said calmly, “the key is to separate his consciousness from the corruption.”

"Ugh, shut up, boss... I can do this," Y/N growled as she focused on the replica. She could feel the pressure mounting, the weight of responsibility heavy on her shoulders.

In a sudden burst of light, the replica began to disintegrate, its form unraveling into wisps of dark energy that evaporated into nothingness.

As the light faded, she collapsed to the ground, her body trembling from the exertion. A warm trickle ran down from her nose—blood, a sign that she had pushed herself too far. But she had done it.

Chuuya, now freed from the grasp of his corruption form, staggered backward, his legs giving out beneath him. His breathing was ragged, each breath a struggle as he tried to gather his strength. Finally, with a groan, he collapsed to the floor, his usual appearance restored. He glanced over at Y/N, his expression a mix of relief and exhaustion.

"Fuck... that was...unexpected yet quick." he managed to rasp out, his breaths shallow and uneven. He barely had time to register what had happened before he succumbed to his exhaustion, slipping into unconsciousness.

Y/N, despite her own fatigue, couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his words. She pushed herself up, her legs shaky, and made her way over to where Chuuya lay. Gently, she knelt beside him, her fingers brushing lightly over his face, smoothing back his disheveled hair. There was something tender in the way she touched him.

Dazai, who had been watching the entire scene unfold with his usual detached amusement, approached them both, his smirk widening into a grin. "You’re one hell of a woman, Y/N," he remarked, his tone laced with admiration as he knelt beside her.

Together, they lifted Chuuya’s unconscious form, each of them bearing the weight of the man they had both come to care for in their own ways. As they began to carry him out of the training room, the tension that had filled the air slowly dissipated, replaced by a quiet, shared understanding.

They succeeded. Time and time again, Y/N managed to create a replica of Arahabaki, separating the god’s consciousness from Chuuya’s own. And each time, when she destroyed the replica, Chuuya returned to his normal state, free from the corruption that threatened to consume him.

In those moments, Chuuya entrusted Y/N with his life, and she never once let him down. The bond they formed through those trials was unbreakable, forged in the crucible of life and death.

Now, as Chuuya watched Y/N walk away, he couldn’t help but think of those moments—the times when they had fought side by side, each trusting the other with everything they had. He owed her more than he could ever repay, and the thought of her in pain filled him with a deep, protective instinct.

Y/N might have been betrayed by Daiki, but Chuuya would never betray her. He would stand by her, as she had always stood by him, through the trials and tribulations that came with their dangerous lives.

The day went by just as usual as her shift came to its end she went back to her penthouse, pushing open the door to her apartment that she once shared with Daiki.

The silence of the space pressing in on her as she stepped inside, it's the first night without him. She leaned back against the door, her fingers lingering on the lock for a moment before she turned it, shutting out the world behind her. The ache in her chest hadn’t lessened, but she refused to let it show. But since she's in the solitude of her own home, she felt comfortable to let it out just for a bit.

She moved through the apartment with mechanical precision, slipping out of her clothes and into a burgundy nightgown. The fabric was soft against her skin, but it brought little comfort. Her mind was still spinning, replaying the events of the day over and over, each memory like a fresh wound.

Pouring herself a glass of wine, Y/N made her way to the living room. The city lights outside her window cast a dim glow across the space, but it did nothing to lift the heaviness in her heart. She settled onto the couch, the glass of wine in her hand, and reached for the remote.

She flicked through her music library until she found what she was looking for—Lost on You by LP. The opening chords filled the room, the haunting melody wrapping around her like a shroud. Y/N closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her, each note resonating with the sorrow she had been holding back.

As the song played on, Y/N felt the tears she had been fighting all day begin to well up. She tried to hold them back, tried to maintain the composure that had seen her through so much. But here, alone in the dark, there was no reason to pretend. The first tear slipped down her cheek, followed by another, and then another, until she was crying in earnest, the weight of the day’s revelations finally breaking through her defenses.

Her mascara streaked her face, black tears mingling with the clear ones as they fell. She took a sip of her wine, the bitter taste matching the bitterness in her heart, and let herself cry. The music swelled around her, LP’s voice echoing her pain, and for a moment, she allowed herself to be vulnerable.

It was then that she heard it—a knock at the door, faint at first, then louder. Y/N froze, her breath catching in her throat as she wiped at her eyes, smearing the mascara further. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and the idea of facing someone in her current state made her hesitate. But the knocking continued, insistent, and finally, she rose from the couch, setting her glass down with a shaky hand.

Chuuya stood on the other side, his eyes swept over her, taking in the burgundy nightgown she wore and the tracks of mascara staining her cheeks. Despite the sadness in her eyes, there was a fierce beauty about her that made his breath catch.

“Chuuya?” Y/N’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion.

He gave her a small, almost hesitant smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I heard the music from the hallway,” he said, his tone light, but his gaze serious. “It’s pretty loud, you know. Also...LP? Seriously?”

Y/N managed a weak chuckle, though it was more of a broken sound than anything else. She looked down at herself, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way she wasn’t used to. "It’s fitting for the mood."

He chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "Yeah, I can see that."

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone to show up.." She says with a crack in her voice.

Chuuya shook his head, his expression softening further. “You don’t have to apologize.” He paused, searching her eyes. “Can I come in?”

For a moment, Y/N hesitated. Letting Chuuya in meant letting him see her like this, letting him into the part of her life she usually kept hidden behind walls of strength and control. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw nothing but concern, nothing but a genuine desire to be there for her.

She stepped aside, opening the door wider. “Of course.”

Chuuya entered, closing the door gently behind him. The music was still playing, LP’s voice a backdrop to the quiet tension between them. He glanced around the apartment, noting the half-empty bottle of wine on the table, the discarded clothes on the floor, the general disarray that was so unlike her.

Y/N made her way back to the couch, sinking down onto it with a sigh. She picked up her glass, taking another sip as she tried to steady herself. Chuuya followed her, sitting down beside her, his presence a comforting warmth against the chill in her heart.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The music played on, filling the silence with its melancholy melody. Finally, Chuuya broke the silence, his voice gentle. “Hey… I’m sorry.”

She glanced at him, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. “For what?”

“For what he did to you,” Chuuya replied, his voice tinged with anger. “You didn’t deserve that. You deserve so much more.”

Y/N looked away, her gaze fixed on the glass in her hand. “I don’t know what I deserve anymore,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “I thought I had everything figured out. I thought… I thought he loved me.”

Chuuya’s hand found hers, his touch warm and grounding. “He’s a fool,” he said firmly. “A complete idiot for not seeing what he had.”

She felt a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over, but she swallowed them back, not wanting to break down again. “Thank you, Chuuya,” she whispered. “I… I just don’t know how to move on from this.”

He squeezed her hand gently, his voice low and steady. “You don’t have to figure it out right now. Just take it one step at a time. And know that you don’t have to do it alone.”

Y/N finally looked at him, her eyes searching his for something she couldn’t quite name. In that moment, she saw the depth of his care for her, the strength of the bond they had built over years of fighting side by side. It wasn’t just about loyalty or duty—it was something more, something that neither of them had ever put into words.

“Why are you here, Chuuya?” she asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.

"I was worried about you. I had to check on you." Chuuya said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that soothed her frayed nerves.

"You didnt have to." She says softly her voice barely above a whisper.

" Oh shut up!" A faint smile curved his lips, though there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Chuuya watched her silently taking in the sight of her hurting, of her trying to drown her pain in wine, ignited something deep within him—a fierce protectiveness, mingled with an ache that he had tried to suppress for so long. It ate at him, knowing that someone else had caused her this pain. He felt a primal urge to make things right. She was supposed to be safe and cherished, not suffering from the betrayal of someone so unworthy.

Y/N’s eyes were locked on the glass in her hands, her fingers tracing the rim absentmindedly. After a while she reached for her phone as she scrolled through her social media accounts, her hands trembling as she navigated to Daiki’s profile. Her intention was simple—block him, sever the last connection to the pain he had caused her. But as she refreshed the page, her heart dropped when she saw a new post.

There, in stark contrast to her own anguish, was Daiki, smiling broadly next to the woman he had been cheating on her with. They were holding up their hands, showing off engagement rings that gleamed with an almost mocking brilliance. The caption was a blur of words that Y/N couldn’t even bring herself to read.

Y/N’s vision blurred with fresh tears, and her hands began to tremble uncontrollably. The room seemed to spin around her as panic surged through her. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she struggled to process the sight of them celebrating a future she had once imagined for herself.

Chuuya, still seated beside her, noticed the sudden change in her demeanor immediately. He turned his head just in time to see the post on her screen. His expression darkened with fury, but his primary concern was Y/N’s distress. He reached out, his voice urgent and soothing. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

Her hands shook letting her phone drop off, she clutched her hands to her chest, her breaths coming in frantic, uneven bursts. “I—I can’t… I can’t breathe…”

Chuuya immediately moved closer, his concern intensifying. He guided her to lean back against the couch, trying to calm her. “Look at me, Y/N. Focus on me. Breathe with me, okay?”

He took slow, deep breaths, trying to match his breathing with hers to help regulate her panic. “Inhale deeply through your nose… hold it for a second… and then exhale slowly through your mouth.”

Y/N’s vision was clouded by tears, her body trembling uncontrollably. “It’s too much… I can’t…”

Without hesitation, he pulled her to sit up again and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “Shh, it’s okay. Just breathe, Y/N. I’m here.”

She buried her face in his chest, her sobs coming out in choked, disjointed gasps. “How… how could he?” she muttered between breaths, her voice barely coherent. “How could he do this to me?”

Chuuya gently rubbed her back, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her temple in an attempt to soothe her. “Hey, dont think about this now. Breathe 'kay?”

Y/N’s breaths remained erratic, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she clung to Chuuya. The pain in her eyes was a stark contrast to his calm demeanor, but his steady presence seemed to anchor her amidst the turmoil.

Chuuya kept his voice soft and reassuring, his hand gently stroking her back. “You’re safe here. Focus on me 'kay? Inhale through your nose… hold it… now exhale slowly.”

He continued the breathing exercise, his own breaths deep and measured, hoping to guide her through the panic. His heart ached seeing her so distraught, and every tremor of her body felt like a piercing ache through his own.

Y/N’s sobs began to lessen, though she still trembled in his arms. “Why does it hurt so much?” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Chuuya’s grip tightened around her, his tone filled with a protective intensity. “Because you loved him, and he betrayed that love. It’s okay to hurt. But you’re strong, and you’ll get through this. You have to believe that.”

Her breathing started to steady as she focused on his words and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. “Thank you, Chuuya,” she murmured, her voice muffled against him. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Chuuya gently kissed her temple again, his voice firm but tender. “You’ll never have to find out. I'm here. I’ll stay with you through this, and I’ll help you get through it, 'kay?”

Y/N nodded weakly, her grip on Chuuya’s shirt loosening as her breathing grew more even. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice still fragile but steadier.

He gently stroked her hair, offering her the silent comfort of his presence. The tears that had been pouring from her eyes now slowed to a trickle, her breathing gradually returning to a more regular rhythm.

Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes still red and puffy but holding a glimmer of embarrassment. " This is embarrassing... I never break down in front of anyone... not even Daiki. "

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his gaze steady. “ You don't have to be embarrassed dumbass." He couldn’t help but smile softly as he saw her let out a faint chuckle. “We all have our inner battles and struggles.”

She smiled and rested her head on his chest, taking deep breaths. Chuuya wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she found solace in his steady presence.

Chuuya's days revolved around Y/N in a comforting routine. Despite his position as the mafia boss, he made sure to take time each morning to prepare her favorite coffee, carefully brewing it just the way she liked. He would also bake her the special cookies she adored, often leaving them on her desk with a note that read, “For the most amazing right-hand.”

Y/N appreciated these gestures deeply. Even though her stoic exterior rarely cracked, the little things Chuuya did never failed to make her smile and blush. She kept these feelings to herself, unsure if he reciprocated her affection. It was clear he cared for her deeply, but whether it was the same kind of love she felt remained a mystery.

Three months had passed since Daiki’s betrayal, and though Y/N had made significant progress in healing, her heart could not ignore the way Chuuya’s unwavering care and support had become a cornerstone of her recovery. Unbeknownst to her, Chuuya had taken his own actions to ensure Daiki’s suffering, sending the Black Lizard to ruin Daiki and his new fiancée's engagement party as a silent retribution. But he kept this from Y/N, choosing to focus on her well-being rather than the vengeance he sought.

It was a usual Friday evening as Chuuya and Y/N were seated in his office, their usual conversation flowing easily. The office was a haven of tranquility, away from the chaos of the outside world. Chuuya leaned back in his chair, watching Y/N with a soft smile as she recounted a particularly amusing incident from their recent mission.

Suddenly, the door to his office burst open, and Akutagawa rushed in, panting heavily. His usual calm demeanor was replaced by visible panic. “Boss! Y/N! There’s something happening in Yokohama. It’s—”

Hirotsu took a deep breath, struggling to regain his composure. “It’s a tripolar singularity. We’ve never seen anything like it. It’s causing massive destruction in the city center.”

Chuuya’s expression shifted instantly from calm to intense focus. “A singularity? What the hell is going on in Yokohama?”

“It appeared out of nowhere,” Hirotsu explained, his voice tight with urgency. “It’s unleashing some kind of beast or force. The situation is escalating rapidly.”

Y/N stood up, her expression shifting to one of determination. “Fuck! We need to deal with this now. If it’s causing that much destruction, only us can handle it.”

Chuuya nodded, his gaze meeting Y/N’s with a fierce resolve. “You’re right. We need to act quickly. Hirtosu-san, assemble the Black Lizard and get to the heart of the disturbance. Do not engage!! Just wait for us, we will join you shortly.”

Hirotsu nodded sharply, already turning to leave. “Understood, Boss. We’ll move out immediately.”

Y/N exhaled, rubbing her temple. “I have a bad feeling about this…”

As Y/N and Chuuya made their way through the chaos, the sight that greeted them at the center of the disturbance was unlike anything they had ever encountered. The tripolar singularity loomed ominously in the air, casting an eerie light over the battlefield. Amid the swirling energy and debris stood the divine creature—a figure cloaked in an otherworldly aura, partially hidden by a white sheet adorned with black symbols, and fabric ribbons fluttering in the wind. The creature’s face was obscured, and its presence radiated a chilling lack of emotion.

Y/N's heart sank as she took in the scene before her. The Black Lizard lay scattered and bleeding, their faces twisted in pain and shock. The sheer devastation was overwhelming, and the sight of their fallen comrades brought tears of frustration to her eyes.

"No way-" Her voice cracked struggling to maintain her composure.

Chuuya’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. He turned to Y/N, his expression serious. “I need you to focus. We’re going to have to act quickly if we’re going to have any chance of stopping this.”

He was already formulating a plan, but it was a risky one. Chuuya knew that the creature was not just any opponent—it was a force of nature, and their usual strategies might not be enough. He needed to buy Y/N the time she required to confront the creature directly.

“Y/N,” Chuuya began, his voice steady despite the danger. “I’m going to draw its attention away from you. You’ll need to get close enough to touch it and use your ability.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about? We need a better plan than that!”

“I don’t have time to explain every detail,” Chuuya said firmly, his expression resolute. “Trust me. Just be ready to act when I give the signal.”

Before Y/N could protest further, Chuuya took a deep breath and made a decision that he knew could be fatal.

With a determined look, he stepped forward and muttered the incantation he knew all too well, “O' grantors of dark disgrace. Do not wake me up again.”

Immediately, he began to transform into his corruption form. The familiar surge of power and dark energy enveloped him, and the change was instantaneous. His eyes burned with an intense, fiery white glow, and his presence became both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Y/N’s heart raced as she watched him, realizing what he was about to do. “No, Chuuya, don’t—”

But it was too late. Chuuya was already moving towards the creature, his corruption form radiating a menacing energy. He engaged the divine being, drawing its focus away from Y/N by shooting black holes towards him. The creature seemed momentarily intrigued by the sudden, overwhelming presence, shifting its attention toward Chuuya.

As the battle intensified, Y/N knew she had to act quickly. She could see Chuuya’s determination clear as day. With a heavy heart and tears blurring her vision, she prepared herself to use her ability. She focused on the creature, gathering her strength and steeling her resolve. Chuuya was putting everything on the line for her, and she couldn’t let him down, maybe if she acted fast enough she could save him. Only if she can master her ability and manage to create two replicas at the same time. But it was impossible, even if she wanted to put it into test, she couldn't move all the way and touch Chuuya before destroying the creature, he'd kill them both.

The battle raged on, the creature’s power clashing with Chuuya’s corrupted form. Y/N moved with urgency, dodging debris and managing to touch the creature, using her ability to create a replica of the divine being. She had to destroy it before Arahabaki takes over Chuuya completely. Every second felt like an eternity as she concentrated on her task, hoping that Chuuya’s gamble would not end in tragedy.

Y/N’s heart raced as she struggled with the replica of the tripolar singularity. Its strength was overwhelming, and for a moment, it seemed like it might overpower her. But she focused, channeling all her energy and resolve into destroying it. With a final surge of power, she shattered the replica into pieces, the divine being vanishing in a burst of light.

She dashed toward Chuuya, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight that met her eyes was devastating—Chuuya’s corruption form had taken a tremendous toll on his body. No wonder that his inner organs were damaged by now, he was barely holding on. Tears streamed down her face as she touched him, creating a replica of his Arahabaki form. She destroyed it with all her strength, hoping it would be enough.

But it was too late. The damage was done. Chuuya’s body lay on the ground, blood pooling around him. Y/N’s vision blurred with tears, and her own strength began to falter from the strain of overusing her ability. She cradled Chuuya’s face, her voice trembling as she tried to comfort him.

"No no no no no" she shook her head tears streaming down soaking her cheeks , her voice breaking, “Chuuya, you’re going to make it. You have to hold on.”

Chuuya’s hand weakly reached up to touch her cheek, “Y/N… you did well,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I—” He struggled to continue, his strength fading. “I’ve loved you… for so long... I'm sorry it was the only way to save you—”

The confession was barely audible, but it cut through the chaos like a knife. Tears poured freely from Y/N’s eyes as she held him close, her heart aching with the weight of his words and the gravity of the moment. Chuuya’s hand fell from her face, his strength giving out. He closed his eyes, his breathing slowing until it ceased.

A guttural scream tore from Y/N’s throat, a raw expression of grief and despair. She had lost him—everything she had fought for, everything she had loved. Her world shattered around her as she clung to him, her heartbroken cries echoing through the devastation.

Y/N’s world spun as she lost consciousness, the weight of her grief and the toll of her powers overwhelming her. The last thing she felt was the cold, lifeless form of Chuuya in her arms, the pain of his absence like a searing wound in her heart.

Minutes later, she stirred, the oppressive darkness of the battlefield replaced by a blinding light. Groaning softly, she tried to open her eyes, only to be met with an overwhelming radiance that made her eyes squint painfully. Slowly, she adjusted, her blurred vision focusing on the sight of Chuuya’s lifeless body still resting in her arms. Her tears began to flow anew, each drop a testament to the depth of her sorrow.

The light grew more intense, and she noticed a rift opening before her, a swirling vortex that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy. The rift beckoned, its ethereal glow contrasting sharply with the stark reality of Chuuya’s death.

With trembling hands, Y/N placed a soft, lingering kiss on Chuuya’s cold forehead, her heart breaking with each tender touch. “Goodbye, boss,” she whispered through her tears, her voice choked with grief. "I'll always love you."

She gently laid his body down, her fingers brushing his hair one last time as she prepared to step through the rift. The light beckoned her, a beacon in the midst of her despair. Taking a deep breath, she slowly walked through it, her body and mind exhausted from the emotional and physical toll. Why is she doing this? She has no idea, but if this rift is connected to the tripolar singularity by any means, then she'll finally figure things out.

The world around her seemed to warp and shift, and she found herself emerging into a new, unfamiliar realm. It was a lush, verdant forest bathed in soft, dappled moonlight. The air was filled with the soothing sounds of nature, a stark contrast to the devastation she had just witnessed.

As she moved through the rift, her eyes fell upon a figure standing in the clearing. It was him—Chuuya. He was dressed in slightly different attire, but it was unmistakably him. He stood there, his gaze locked onto her, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him. Her legs felt weak, her emotions swirling in a storm of confusion and hope.

"Boss?" they both exclaimed simultaneously, their voices echoing the confusion and recognition that filled their hearts.

A/N: Ayo!! I can't express how much fun it was to write this part. I am silently crying over Chuuya's death, but it is for the plot 🙂‍↕️. I'll post part three next week fingers crossed that the angst will be over by then cause my heart is shattered.

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underthetree845 · 1 year ago

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His Lady

Chuuya/fem pm! Reader Cws: pm fem! reader, mutual pining, getting together, alcohol tw, jealous chuuya, fluff, pent up emotions, light angst (little argument), reader is high up in the port mafia, reader flirts to get information (briefly), new years party, let me know if I missed anything! About 3.5k words Summary: What was being built up finally spills over at the new years eve party all the higher ups in the port mafia have to attend. A/n: So happy late new years I guess! I don't know I wanted to try a little something. Chuuya is so hard to figure out how to write- I did my best though! Black hearts divider credit // Red hearts divider credit.

You strode up to the grand staircase clad in your pretty crimson dress, the one gifted to you exactly one week prior. He told you that the shade would match his suit lining and tie. You didn’t question why he thought the two of you should match, but it proved impossible to stop thinking about leading up to the event. The boss’s sudden calling for an end of the year bash at the most luxurious banquet hall in town was suspicious to say the least, but with how often every executive and subordinate in the port mafia felt overworked, no one could find it in themselves to care.

As a high-ranking member yourself, Mori had you preview the profiles of some of the guests that would be attending. You were sure your superiors were swamped with even more. The presence of an executive alone provided a statement. Who they chose to mingle with, who they pointedly ignored.

Just as you were about to head inside, a familiar voice sounded from behind you. The word fell from his lips before he could stop it. “Damn,” he murmured. You spun around on instinct, and were met with the stormy blue pair of eyes you had grown so fond of; somehow all the more dazzling under the light of the moon.

“Chuuya,” you breathed, taking the time to soak in his appearance. Just as promised, his tie, suit lining, and even the handkerchief peeking out of his pocket were a deep scarlet. The way his gray vest hugged his body complemented his frame in a way that made your stomach do backflips. For once, Chuuya decided to step out into the world without the familiar pork pie that usually sat atop his head. It was a true blessing whenever you got to admire the way his hair fell to frame his face so artfully; what you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through it.

Your breath hitched when you noticed the way his eyes raked over your form, and you had to clear your throat once for the man to blink back to reality. You could have sworn that the faintest tint of red adorned his cheeks. “...Could you be any more gorgeous?” Chuuya let out a low chuckle and suddenly you felt your face go hot. “I- uh-” you stammered for a moment before clearing your throat a second time, “Come on, let’s head inside, people are expecting us.” you turned and approached the entryway. Chuuya followed closely behind you, sharing a nod with the servant who held the door open. The hall was littered with specs of gold; spotlights, balloons, and crystalline chandeliers distorting light and scattering it around the room. Round, black-clothed tables formed the perimeter, each with a warm oil lamp sitting comfortably at its center. Expensive-looking tapestries hung between tall marble pillars against every wall, only further complementing the gold-traced designs etched into the molding. Servers wearing black bow ties and suits fluttered from table to table like honey bees in a garden, eager to serve their purpose with a near endless list of tasks. Your heels tapped lightly against the polished floor as you made your way inside, trying not to gape at the extravagant orchestra that played in the far corner.

A long balcony wrapped around the perimeter of the room above your head with doors along the outer wall. It hung over a portion of the tables, shrouding them in shadow and contrasting greatly with the way the center of the hall was illuminated to create a slightly elevated dance floor. Clear glass made up almost the entirety of the walls above the balcony, creating a translucent dome that surely made for a very pretty picture on such a night. You and Chuuya found your way to a vacant table and it wasn’t long before you were approached by a waiter who requested that you provide your drink and food orders for the evening. “This place is breathtaking,” you commented, eyes still scanning over the venue. “I wanna know how much of our goddamn budget the boss spent on this,” Chuuya clicked his tongue and crossed his arms. He leaned back in his seat and you gave him a sympathetic smile. He sighed as he felt his resolve crumble away. It didn’t take long for your drinks to arrive. “S’ there anything you were looking forward to tonight?” Chuuya asked lightly, swirling around the wine in his newly-acquired glass before taking a sip. You paused for a moment. “...You mean, other than the huge New Years Eve bash being thrown by the mafia in, like, literally the most high class place I’ve ever stepped foot in?” “I mean, what were you hoping to get out of the evening?” Chuuya mused, “How’re you hoping to end this year?” Well.

“Oh… I’m not really sure. Honestly it’s pretty nice already to get to enjoy this place,” you smiled bashfully, bringing the rim of the wine glass to come into contact with your lips. Slowly, your head tilted back, allowing the chilled liquid to slide down your throat. The Dolcetto was rich and sweet, refreshing and left an herbal tang on your tongue. Appreciating the complexities of wine had gotten easier since meeting Chuuya. “I know of a few more places like this, if you’re interested,” Chuuya offered nonchalantly, “I could always use some company.” Your head snapped in his direction. “...Seriously? You would?” he couldn’t help but admire the small glimmer in your eyes. “Yeah, if it’d make you smile like that, I’d do it every week,” he replied with a grin. You leaned back in your seat with a new thrum of excitement in your chest. “What about you, Chu?” you inquired curiously, “Were you hoping for anything special tonight?” Now it was Chuuya’s turn to pause. The longer he looked at you, the harder it was to deny the growing ache in his chest. Being around you was one the thing he had always been waiting for yet he never knew he needed. He wanted to be able to come home to you after a long day. To show you how much you meant to him. To open his eyes and have you be the first thing coming into his focus on a Saturday morning, knowing that neither of you have to get out of bed. He would take you anywhere your heart desired, hand you the world on a silver platter if he could. “To be honest Y/n,” he started, “the best part of tonight is-” “Ah, to meet you at last, Mr. Nakahara!” a lively voice sounded from your left. It belonged to a stout man, maybe a few centimeters taller than Chuuya, who gripped onto the lapel of his suit with both thumbs and stood with one leg out. The executive looked over to study him for a moment. “Oh,” you saw Chuuya’s eyes flicker with recognition, “Mr. Penrod, I’ve heard a lot about you.” He put on one of his business smiles and stood from the table as you watched with intrigue. Atop Penrod’s head sat a suspiciously lopsided fluff of black hair, mostly brushed back in an effort to emulate elegance. Penrod’s eyes flickered from yours back to Chuuya’s and his expression changed. “Ah, forgive me madam,” he turned to you with a slight bow, “Would you allow me the pleasure of knowing your name?” “Ah, it’s L/n Y/n, and the pleasure is all mine,” you stood with a polite curve of your lips and shared a handshake with the man, which he prolonged for a moment longer than what would have been entirely comfortable. “Mr. Mori just sent me your way, Mr. Nakahara sir,” Penrod brought his hands together with an amiable grin, “I believe there are certain matters of due time for us to discuss.” It was clear who he intended to share the discussion with and who he did not. Not that it really bothered you; he wasn’t on the profile list Mori gave you anyway. “Would you mind if I stole you away from your lady for a brief time?” “‘Course not,” Chuuya replied, turning to you for a moment, “You don’t mind, do you, Y/n?” “I- no, not at all,” your voice wavered slightly. Chuuya nodded. Your eyes trailed the pair until they disappeared into the crowd, and you slumped back in your seat. The flutter in your chest was impossible to suppress. There was a single thought running through your mind: Why didn’t Chuuya correct him?

One hour left. Lipstick stained the rim of your wine glass, and your second and your third. A plate of appetizers sat mockingly on the table, long since left to go cold. Taking one more glance at the empty seat to your right, you decided that waiting any longer would prove to be a waste of your time. You caught several stares as you made your way through the sea of people, eyes filtering the crowd for any face you could recognize. At last, you spotted a man standing at the bar with sharp blue eyes and blonde hair straight as a pin. It has been slicked back, and he appeared to have a habit of running his right hand through it every so often. You let out a sigh, put on your best sugary grin, and strode over to tap the shoulder of the man’s navy suit. He turned his head, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes studied the contours of your body and face before a suave smile settled on his lips. The feeling that formed in the pit of your stomach was so different from the one you got when Chuuya looked at you that way. The man’s name, as you pretended not to know as he introduced himself, was Yamamoto Taishi. He was twenty six years old, a recent graduate of the finest college of finance and business relations in the country, the youngest son of the chairman of banking relations in Japan, and, as you quickly discovered, stupidly easy to win over. All it took was a few feathery touches up his arm, batting your eyelashes, taking one step closer, and you had him on the barstool next to you, babbling away in intricate detail about all the deals he was to handle alongside his father with flushed cheeks and breath that reeked of whisky. Little did you know, a certain redhead across the room was having trouble not shattering his own whiskey glass to pieces at the sight. The way Yamamoto looked at you made his stomach turn unpleasantly. Calm down dammit, Chuuya told himself, It means nothing. You know that. “Isn’t that something, Mr. Nakahara?” a gentleman’s voice sounded from his left, and Chuuya snapped back to the conversation he no longer cared to be engaged in. “Without a doubt,” he voiced smoothly, “Actually, I wouldn’t mind hearing more. Do you think you could elaborate on the last part of what you said?” “Of course, back to-” Miyazaki started again. Or Minamoto, or Mitsuba, or whoever the hell the guy introduced himself as.

Chuuya found himself unable to care as his gaze trailed back over to your form. He grit his teeth at the way the blonde man next to you seemed to be leaning closer and closer with every passing second. The moment the man decided to rest his hand on your thigh, what remained of Chuuya’s patience dissipated in a matter of seconds. Murmuring something about excusing himself to the restroom, Chuuya abandoned his glass on a nearby table and tried to calm the stinging feeling under his skin as he swiftly approached the scene. Thirty minutes left. “Ah, there you are, Darlin’, I was looking for you,” you recognized his voice instantly; before you could even process what he said, you felt his gloved hand snake around your waist to rest low on your hip. Chuuya’s cologne invaded your senses when his form leaned into yours, your heart giving an involuntary stutter. He eyed down the man still sitting in front of you; you’d be embarrassed to admit that you forgot the blonde existed for a moment. Retracting his grip from your thigh, Yamamoto leaned one elbow on the bar and upturned his chin to give Chuuya a sneer. “And who are you supposed to be? You’re kind of intruding.” “Yeah, Chuuya, what exactly are you doing?” you questioned. He ignored the implication in your tone. “You shouldn’t be fooling around with guys like this,” Chuuya turned his head to look at you and you struggled to place the emotion in his eyes, “you’re out of their league.” Yamamoto’s frown deepened. “And just who are you to claim that? The way I see it everyone gets a fair shot,” he retorted. “I’d just rather have my lady not waste her time on…” Chuuya gave the man a once over, “a man so clearly lacking the ability to treat her the way she deserves.” “You didn’t answer my ques-” Yamamoto tried to object again but Chuuya cut him off. “Anyway, we’d better get going, don’t you think so, Gorgeous?” Chuuya grinned at you, and you found your protests weak as he slid his hand down to grasp yours and lead you somewhere the air was quieter.

The hidden staircase had been cut from a gray granite; it spiraled left as you ascended. You barely got to take in the view of the ball from above before Chuuya swung a door open that led you outside. Twenty minutes left. The cool air on your skin did little to quell the heat bubbling underneath. You swore to yourself that you would refuse to leave the balcony until the executive gave you some clear answers.

Chuuya released your hand from his grasp but kept walking until he reached the polished railing overlooking the city and port of Yokohama. He leaned against it with a sigh, looking out onto the horizon as a thick silence filled the air.

“So, will you explain, or do I have to ask?” you started slowly, stepping up to meet him. He turned to look at you, his eyes deep and filled with thought. “What’s there to explain?” he sighed, turning to face you and leaning his hip against the railing, “Last time I checked, you’re not an idiot.” “That’s-” you let out a breath, “that’s besides the point. It’s still something that should be said.” “What is?” Chuuya’s grip on the railing tightened. “Why you acted like that with Taishi back there,” you attempted to prod, “I was just trying to squeeze information out of him. You know that, you were doing the exact same thing.” “Oh, so you’re on a first name basis with the gentleman now?” Chuuya scoffed slightly and you rolled your eyes. “First of all he insisted that I call him that, and second of all, buttering him up was the easiest way to get him to start telling me what I needed to know. Which I would have found out a lot more of, by the way, if someone hadn’t interrupted.” “I’d hardly call what you and I were doing ‘the same thing,’” Chuuya murmured, and you furrowed your brow. “And why not? The boss gave you a list too, right?” you placed a hand on your hip, “Profiles, attendees, individuals in possession of valuable assets. Yamamoto is quite the blabbermouth when he’s eager to show off.” “Freakin’ hell, I wasn’t the one...” Chuuya gestured to nothing, “gettin’ handsy with some goddamn court brat! From what I could tell there was a lot more than just an informational exchange going on there.” “Why does that bother you, Chuuya?” you took a step closer, “You still haven’t answered my question.” Lowering his eyebrows, Chuuya brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, and let out a sigh before crossing his arms. “You want me to spell it out for you or somethin’?” he looked at you again, defensiveness subtle in his tone. “Yes, Chuuya! That’s what I’ve been asking,” you replied, your eyes steady. Ten minutes left. “You want me to explain why I hate seeing you flirt around with other guys like that?” he scoffed slightly, annoyance bleeding into his voice. You noted the way he said 'other.' “I wasn’t flirting, that wasn’t real, you know that!” you insisted, but the man just continued. “You want me to explain why I can’t bear to see you making eyes n’ shit like that? Why I wish I could just keep you close?” Chuuya’s voice raised in volume. “For someone so direct you sure are being elusive about this, Chuuya,” you implored the man. “You want me to explain why I wanted to make sure we would match tonight? Why I bought you that dress that you look so… goddamn perfect in…” Chuuya clenched his jaw. “It’s because I want you to myself. It kills me that I can't tell if you care, and it kills me that I can’t seem to control myself around you.” “Chu, you-” you were about to cut him off but his fuse reached a boiling point. “I can’t control the fact that I love you, okay, Y/n?” he shouted slightly, “I…” he trailed off, and a deafening silence hung in the air. The flush that creeped into Chuuya’s cheeks rivaled the red of his hair. Five minutes left. Muttering a few curses under his breath, Chuuya turned to face the city lights down below, sliding his hands into his pockets.

Chuuya had been drawn to you like a moth to flame. It wasn't right, your relationship was supposed to be professional, with you technically being one of his subordinates and all. Murder and death were common in the field you both worked in. His affection for you scared him. After all, what good things are meant to last? He wanted to protect you, he'd never forgive himself if he let such a beautiful soul be ripped from the world. Chuuya found that you were strong, kind, and no matter how many times you insisted otherwise, so much braver than he could ever be. He adored the way you always fuss over his injuries after a mission, even if it was the tiniest bruise. You deserved all the good things the world had to offer, and a small selfish part of himself hoped you could find it in him.

The man glanced your way and let out a sigh to find that you hadn’t moved from your position. “Listen… Y/n,” his voice was steady and quiet, “I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to…” “So…” you started, and Chuuya held his breath, “you were jealous?” Chuuya let out a few sputters and turned to face you again. Only then did he notice the tinted color of your cheeks. The way you clutched a fist to your chest and looked at him like no one and nothing else existed in the whole world. The smallest hint of hope flickered in your expression, and his heart did a backflip. “I… guess you could call it that,” he admitted with uncharacteristic hesitancy. It took a moment for you to voice your response. “...I would be jealous too,” you muttered, and although Chuuya caught what you said he asked you to repeat yourself. “What was that?” he took a step forward, blinking a few times. You took a deep breath. “If I saw someone flirting with you- or if I saw you ‘making eyes’ at someone else… I would get jealous too…” you felt heat crawl up your neck at your declaration. Chuuya looked at you like your head was on backwards. “And why is that?” his voice carried softly, neither of you taking notice of the muffled sound of voices counting down from inside. “Because I love you too Chu…” you spoke quietly but he still caught it. You could hear your heart pumping in your ears. Just as Chuuya was about to spill out a reply, a startling boom sounded from your left. You turned your head and sucked in a breath at the display. Eruptions of colored fire danced around each other in the night sky. They echoed through the air, creating ethereal reflections in the water off in the distance.

“Happy New Years, Gorgeous,” Chuuya’s tender gaze never left your face. You turned back to look at him, and in that moment, with the way the moon and fireworks illuminated your form, he swore the sight before him was the most breathtaking view of his entire life. A light breeze blew by, the echoing explosions from the fireworks somehow fading into the distance. He glanced down at your lips and, even if ever so slightly began to lean in. A fuzzy feeling started in your chest as you closed the gap. His lips were warm, you’d never grow tired of the way he held you, kissed you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. You murmured softly after you pulled away, gentleness laced in your expression. “Happy New Years, Chu.”

A/n: Thank you for reading! I hope you can find many things that make you smile this year ^^

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tinyperson00 · 3 months ago

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total time: 19 hours, 51 minutes

I had this idea in my head since I first heard this song, so since I’ve had free time lately I decided to finally made my vision into reality! anyway, hope you enjoy my hard work :3

Lemme know if anyone would be interested in me doing more of these in the future as well!

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#bored #avoiding sleep #cute #drawing #animatic #digital art #bsd #bsd animatic #bungo stray dogs #bungo sd #bsd dazai #pm dazai #dazai osamu #dazai angst #bsd angst #port mafia #bsd fanart #over and over

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honeyscara · 8 months ago

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❝ Comforting him ❞ –Chuuya.N

Synopsis: comforting him after dazai leaves the port mafia

"Dazai has left the port mafia"

Your heart sank as you heard those words. Did he really leave? Did he really betray the port mafia? You never expected him out of everyone to leave. All sorts of thoughts flooded your mind but you were more worried about Chuuya. He wouldn't take this well. Even though they argued and fought, you knew Chuuya still cared about Dazai to some extent. Dazai was the one who recruited Chuuya into the port mafia in the first place. You rushed out of your office and went to see Chuuya at his place.

As you stood outside his apartment you contemplated if you should check on him or not. Why were you even worried? It's not like you guys were dating or anything. You and Chuuya were close but not as much as him and Dazai. You hesitated before knocking on his door. No response. You tried again and this time it opened to reveal a very dishevelled-looking chuuya. His hair was all messed up, sticking out in every direction. He looked like he had been drinking.

"Why are you here?" He asked, sounding rather annoyed but he still let you inside his apartment and walked over to his couch.

"I was worried..." You say as you follow him.

There was a half-empty bottle of wine on the table. Chuuya sighs deeply as he sits down on the couch.

"You don't have to worry about me." He mumbled and picked up the wine bottle.

"about dazai leaving.." you started but he cut you off

"I don't want to talk about that idiot" he snapped and took a sip from the bottle.

You frowned but decided to ignore it and sat on the couch next to him.

"I know you're upset.." you say as you fidget with your fingers, feeling somewhat awkward.

"I don't care about that asshole...he left the port mafia, he left you and me..," he said as he took another sip from his bottle. Your frown deepens as he continues to drink.

"chuuya stop drinking" you said and grabbed the bottle from him. The ginger glared at you but didn't fight back.

"you're drunk" you added as you kept the bottle back on the table.

Chuuya leaned back on the couch and he sighed. You decided to get some water for him so you stood up but he pulled you down.

"don't leave, just..stay here," Chuuya said and he wrapped an arm around you. Your eyes widened as he pulled you onto his lap. He was drunk. His face was so close to yours. You could feel his warm breath against you. You swallowed thickly.

"chuuya...." You whispered trying to pry his hand off of your waist. But his grip only tightened.

"don't go" he pleaded

"chuuya I was going to get water for-" Before you could say anything he cut you off

"No I don't need anything..just you" he said and rested his head in the crook of your neck.

Your heart raced as he nuzzled into your skin. You felt your blush spread all over your face but you couldn’t help it. He was being too cuddly. This wasn't like chuuya at all. You chalked it up to him just being drunk because of all the wine he had.

#chuuya nakahara #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #port mafia #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungou stray dogs dazai #chuuya fluff #honeyscara works #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya angst #chuuya comfort

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awoogayanderes · 1 year ago

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chapter three : knowing the dead

➪ sypnosis : taking care of an old man everyday forces you to create a connection with him

➪ other notes : this chapter still doesn’t contain dazai but i really want this to be like a slowburn ?? i know that’s not the right term BUT I WANNA TAKE MY TIME WITH THIS STORY, like i want y/n to actually have relationships with other people, not just dazai yk ?

➪ warnings : from this point foward, y/n will be classified as a girl ?? but i’ll try my best to not use pronouns as much, i apologize for those i’ve caused an inconvenience, THE OLD PM BOSS IS VERY OOC !!!!

➪ prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

two weeks had passed since your dinner with mori, he wasn’t lying about working for the port mafia leader. “who is that,” the old man pointed at you, coughing. “ah this is my daughter,” mori says, gripping your shoulders from behind, a way to tell you to play along with his words. “i’m y/n, sir, i’m here to serve and protect your health as best as i can,” it was something you had rehearsed with mori for days.

the first day you took care of the old man was just getting to know his likes and dislikes, what he needed and what he didn’t need. on the second day, you started learning his routine, from the time he wakes up to every time he needs to go to the restroom. the third day was the hardest, he started throwing tantrums. perhaps it was the fact that you had to be his 24/7 nurse, giving him no alone time.

by the end of the first week, the boss had threatened you 38 times. you weren’t affected by them, knowing that they were empty threats. you almost felt pity for him, if it weren’t for the fact that he has created havoc for everyone. by the end of the second week, the old man grew quiet, he didn’t complain when you washed him with a rag or when you took his blood for testing.

mori told you not to form any type of relationship with him, you imagined it was so you wouldn’t go against his previous plan. by the end of the month, the boss was still quiet. going against the doctor’s orders, you started a conversation. “sir, is everything okay ?” you asked, changing the cold cloth on his head. “how much longer do i have,” he quietly asks.

that was the first time he spoke with calmness, like the two of you were equals. “eh ?” you confusingly asked. “how much time do i have until i die,” the old man raised his voice louder, frustrated you didn’t understand him. you stayed quiet, did he actually deserve to know his remaining time left alive ? “i don’t know,” you calmly said. “you don’t fear lying to the most dangerous man in yokohama,”

as he said that, you sighed. he wouldn’t allow that answer, he wanted the truth. “five months at most, that is if i continue to care for you and with the doctor checking up on you every week,” you told him. even if he was an evil man, there was a part of you that softened when you saw his slightly widened eyes for a split second. “what an interesting child you are,” he says before slowly turning around in bed.

by the end of the second month, the old man started accepted your daily care. he started to speak more, most of it was him rambling about the medical practices you did and how it wasn’t like this when he was younger. you wondered if he spoke like this because he didn’t have much time left, and you were the only one who was forced to listen to him.

every wednesday and sunday, mori would come in and check up on the boss’s status. “is that man really your father ?” the old man asks when the doctor leaves the room after a checkup. “huh ? oh, um yes,” you say, being caught off guard. “then who is your mother ?” he asks. you didn’t expect him to ask anything about yourself, mori didn’t plan this out with you.

“i don’t know,” you say, despite it being technically true…it managed to make you nervous. “hmm,” the old man hummed, thankfully you were busy doing something so he wouldn’t be able to see your face. “did you have any children sir,” you ask, changing the conversation. “i suppose it wouldn’t hurt telling you, yes, i had a daughter,” the boss says, coughing into a cloth you gave him.

you knew he told you because no one would believe you if you ever told anyone, they wouldn’t believe a 13 year old speaking about the port mafia. “you remind me of her,” the old man suddenly says. you couldn’t help but smile, even if it was a cruel man saying this. “where is she now ?” you ask. “dead,” the boss responds. “she was always hiding something, like you currently are,” your eyes lock.

for the few seconds you interlocked eyes, you looked into his soul. there was pure turmoil and anger. was it really okay to kill ? was it really okay to kill someone who deserved it even if they have a past they didn’t speak about ? was it okay to follow someone’s orders just because they’ve kept you alive ? was it actually okay for you to know that mori would kill the boss, whilst also caring for him ?

#written by terra #sincerely terra #bsd #bsd manga #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga spoilers #bsd x reader #bsd anime #bsd spoilers #bsd mori #dazai bsd #bsd port mafia #bsd mori ougai #bsd fic #port mafia #port mafia angst #i hate how ooc pm boss is

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nori-draws-sometimes · 6 months ago

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beast angst beast angst beast angst (i haven't even read it yet)

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bae04xx · 3 months ago

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mentions of self harm, angst, toxic, dark, yandere

also not proof read lol

dazai leaving the port mafia was simultaneously the best thing and worst thing that i had ever experienced.

when i thought of dazai, memories corrupted my brain like mould growing onto the walls of an abandoned house, spreading it’s diseased spores onto any of the pristine, cream surface it could find- tainting it forever. he was a sick, deranged man. someone who death followed his every move, trailing so closely behind him that it nipped at his own heels. his mind was a complex place, something that couldn’t be deciphered by even the most intelligent scholars, no amount of studying could ever lead you any closer to the enigma that was dazai. any attempts at understanding him would just leave you running in circles, breathless and disoriented; while he stood proud as always, the same prideful smirk on his face as he watched you fall further into insanity.

my first introduction with dazai left me feeling more confused than i ever recalled being, blissfully unaware that this would be the beginning of my end. i watched him from chuuya’s side, as he spoke in what felt like tongues, every word precise and calculated as chuuya and him battled it out. the first words i had said to him forever engrained in my mind- when the brunette man, who i now wished had remained a stranger, had restrained chuuya i ran to his side.

“let go of him- please!” i screamed, a guttural sound emerging from my mouth as chuuya struggled, his ability failing him. i looked up at dazai, genuine fear coursing through my body, the emotion shuddering down every nerve inside of me as i watched the boy i admired so dearly be at a disadvantage. fear was an ugly emotion, it was associated with weakness, the very thing i strived so hard to overcome. i had been running from fear my whole life, constantly dodging any attack from the feeling as my bleeding feet dragged me over the broken glass of the city’s pavement- my world was a constant marathon, forever escaping my worst fear which was quickly catching up to me. i wouldn’t be weak.

“aw, how sweet,” his voice was thick, sultry as i watched his deep brown eyes observe me, like a predator to prey. i could feel his stare enclosing on me, leaving me incapable of my eyes moving away from his own, stuck captured in that dark, endless void of his. the intense emotion that radiated off of me felt like a full course meal to dazai, and he was a starving man. to be as successful as dazai was, came with it’s price. he was lifeless, emotions were just an accessory he decorated himself with when appropriate. his mind didn’t brim with worry just as mine did, his mind wasn’t constantly racing just as mine did, his eyes didn’t swirl with that hope i held so dearly. and that captivated him. the life that seeped out of me, was something he could never truly have himself, his soul wasn’t radiating light- in fact it was was the opposite, a bottomless black hole, sallowing any sort of life he could get his hands on. the stark contrast between dazai and i drew him ever so interested to me.

his stare made me feel at a complete unease, like i was inches away from being eaten alive, bones and all, my ripe flesh only created to be torn by dazai’s jaded teeth, my heart made to be held so tightly that the life i held was to be squeezed out, gushing all over him in a violent show of love. because dazai couldn’t love, he wasn’t capable. he wanted to own, watch me cower beneath him, submit myself to him as he tried to take my soul for his own.

and so the chase began.

i followed chuuya into the port mafia, after all he was all i had. having been recruited into the sheep by him, he saw me for my potential, and i would forever be in his debt for that. i wasn’t as strong as chuuya, in fact no where near, my ability allowed me to teleport, whether that be me, or others, or items. while i could be of use to the mafia, i would be no good in violent matters unless trained. so dazai volunteered.

dazai was completely enraptured by me. i was like nothing he had ever encountered before, to him it was as though he was in a zoo- watching a wild animal behind thick layers of glass, desperate to break the barriers and take it for himself. my mind hadn’t grown bitter by life’s harsh blows, nor soured like aged milk in a sunny day. i was bright, bursting with the element of life as it radiated off of my figure like the moon- a singular bright light, gleaming into the ever growing darkness of the night sky, revealing the beauty of the stars that hid under the cloak of black. dazai wanted to be star, he yearned to be a star. chuuya got to be a star, admired and honoured by me, held in the most prestigious regard in my heart. he wanted it to be his turn.

i took notice of dazai’s treatment of me, how it opposed the way he was with akutagawa. he was so soft with me, so gentle- yet while he was training akutagawa, he acted as though he was a devil living amoung humans, camouflaged by flesh and blood, with each hard blow and harsh comment his mask came closer to peeling off, revealing the monster beneath. but when his gaze met mine, the costume seemed to build its way back up with such haste that it was almost like it had never had a crack in it.

i had never expected training with dazai, one of the most feared men in yokohama, a port mafia executive, a cold blooded killer, to feel so right. his soft lingering touches made my heart swell in all the best places. butterflies grew in my stomach with every warmth breathe that fanned against the skin of my neck, his longing stares that made the blush so easily coat my cheeks. not once did he hurt me, despite how he was supposed to be training me in fighting, he never laid a harmful finger on me- only leaning my body into the correct positions, his hands roaming my skin as he corrected my stance so carefully.

“y/n, arms up, tense for me,” his body was pressed against my back, feeling his budge nudging against the curve of my ass, his head rested in the crook of my neck as he lifted my arms into a fighting stance- everything about it was so erotic, so addicting. to me, this was love, the blossom of the heart’s leading emotion beginning to bloom, as i prepared for it to flower into a gorgeous rose- dazai taking his rightful place in my heart. but to dazai, this was obsession, this was him, determined to take the thing he was desperate for, life. he wanted to feel the life that seeped out of me, take my soul and carve it out of me, keeping my flesh for his own personal use- and merge our hearts together, he needed to feel, and that meant taking me for himself because that would be the closest he could ever get to that.

“of course, dazai,” my voice is breathless as i attempt to clear my mind of dazai, the thoughts shooting straight down to my already gushing core. i know dazai can sense this, from the smirk that i feel pressing against my skin, his teeth nipping at my skin softly, sending a sigh echoing out of my mouth.

“i think you’re too distracted to carry on training, belladonna,” his sultry voice remarks in my ear, removing his hands from my wrists to my waist, his fingertips clawing at the plush of my skin. if he had his way he would rip the organ that coated my muscles off there and then, snapping my bones as he searched my corpse for any remaining light that burst from me.

“how about we call it quits for today, hm?”

“yes.. please.” i managed to drawl out, my eyes glazing over as i lost myself to my thoughts, mind corrupted by a mixture of love and lust that swarmed inside of me.

that night had changed the course of my life, eternally claiming me as dazai’s property. from then on, i was no longer the lost puppy i had been, but now groomed and trained into being his loyal lap dog. no touch was ever enough for him, he had gotten addicted to the sensation of my skin, the pheromones that clung to me, the way my eyes gleamed with admiration when i looked up at him, inflating his ego with every breath i took. i lived to serve, his manipulation breaking through the tough bone of my skull, infecting my brain with every charming word that seeped from him, clouding my thoughts with dazai, and dazai only. the respect i had once held for chuuya had diminished over the course of me and dazai’s paths intertwining, having been convinced that dazai was the only person i needed- he was my god, and i was a loyal worshipper willing to kiss every inch of his heavenly form, like a lost soul searching for redemption. dazai wanted us to be one singular form, one being with the mixture of two souls- my endless care for him made his ego only inflate ten fold.

the closest he had ever felt to me was when i ran the silver blade against my angelic skin, untainted by any wounds or scarring, just pure, just like me. watching the crimson liquid that leaked out of the knife’s wake made his mouth water, the strained whimpers that escaped my mouth giving him a rush of pleasure. he ran his fingertips against the fresh wound, digging them deeply into the muscles that were usually protected, an animal like sound emerging from my lips, eyes wide as my nerves felt like there were on fire, signalling to my brain that danger was present- that i needed to escape. but dazai would never do anything to hurt me? he loved me? this was all apart of his love, his suffocating, endless love. he returned the favour, leaving fresh cuts on his on wrists after his fingers left my body, a crazed smile marking his face as he watched our blood intertwine, mixing and confirming us as one being. we bled the same, even our bodily fluids couldn’t avoid each other, attracted to us the same way our brains forced us together. we were meant to be, in every aspect possible.

my original role in the port mafia had now been long forgotten. it had faded away right before my eyes, and i hadn’t even realised, too consumed by dazai’s love to focus on anything but him. my heart belonged to him, it might’ve well had his name carved into it, each valve only coughed out blood so i could continue to serve him, he was my purpose. he was slowly stripping the life he had longed for from me, slowly but surely, he was coming close to taking my essence as his own. yet he felt no different, as he watched the light fade from me, it hadn’t changed him- he didn’t experience the joy he had been awaiting, only the same dark void he had always been captured in. every passing minute i spent with dazai was bliss, every callous word, every charming apology, every possessive touch- comforted my lost mind, slowly slipping away into dazai’s lifeless black hole. i was an addict, chasing the high of love. i searched for dazai’s approval, the run made me insane- but at least i was running for a different reason. no longer was i escaping weakness, i now had something to chase, someone to follow. i wasn’t mindlessly searching anymore, i had a goal, a destiny to fulfil.

before i knew it, i had been torn apart by dazai, ripped into intricate pieces and splayed out on a table, bright lights decorated the mixture of my body parts that decorated the white room. i was no longer human, a replica of dazai. he had driven me crazy, lifeless and empty. yet his obsession never wavered- constantly studying me, looking for answers on why this had happened. he couldn’t comprehend that it was his fault, that this was the result of his actions. i was clearly defected, and he would search for a cure to fix me, he wanted to yearn for my life again, but he had already stolen it. and let the substance he was so desperate for slip through his hands like sand in the strong ocean’s breeze. his obsession too strong to understand the true nature of the situation.

clarity.

he felt clarity.

he finally understood the weight of what he had done, it took oda dying for him to realise the lives that he had taken were unnecessary, something he no longer wanted to continue, for his friend’s sake. while he didn’t stop me from breathing, dazai knew he had ended my life as i knew it, changed me in a way that couldn’t be reversed, i was forever stuck as a ghost, a body without a working mind. he had trained me to be a doll, controlled by an outside force- himself. and there was no changing that, my once lively brain had already lost it’s spark, the one he was so desperate to steal.

his disappearance broke me in ways i didn’t know i was capable of, i believed i had already been ruined, incapable of being pushed down any further into the hell i was living, but as always, i was wrong. i was consumed by sin, dazai was my god- what was i if not a pawn, what was i without him, my love, my everything, my world. the freedom that rattled my brittle bones made me brace for the impact of them breaking, splitting and shattering inside the warmth of my innards. yet it never came. the nausea that squirmed like a fly trapped in a spider’s web never produced anything. not even the burning bile that torn apart my throat left me, i was alone. truly alone. but free. the tears that scorched against my skin wouldn’t stop flowing, as my teeth bared at nothing, snarling like a madman as my instincts took over, preparing to protect myself from the unknown, the fear of being alone that dazai had instilled in me. i would never truly be safe without him, yet the was the cause of all of my pain. i should be grateful he’s gone, i should be celebrating- chasing after my life that i had been forced to forget. but now, i had only myself to cradle, to squeeze my own heart as the pain racked through me, just as dazai had done.

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Happy new years everyone

#dazai osamu #dazai angst #oda sakunosuke #dazai and odasaku have my heart😭#dazai fanart #port mafia dazai #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai bsd #odasaku bsd #dazai bungou stray dogs

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every dead-end street

bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): spoilers for bsd, slight hurt/angst, fluff ending

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai osamu

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: every dead-end street led you straight to him, or in which you, the scarlet witch of the port mafia, fall in love with dazai osamu despite everything.

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): all of the girls you loved before

since then, nothing has changed for you. in fact you always found yourself at a dead-end street.

even if your position as the harbinger of chaos and the scarlet witch of the port mafia, together with your talents and gifts have shaped you into who you are.

all you could see was darkness, pitch black, a bitter ending, but only until you met someone with whom you could share that darkness.

dazai osamu—the demon prodigy and the port mafia's youngest executive, having already held such a position at such a young age.

a young boy who has veiled himself in darkness, living a life of death and carnage, similar to how you have lived your life since then, but his blood was thicker and deeper, fully black, whereas yours was still red.

you've always known about him because of the prestigious rank he holds, which is far greater than yours, and the whispers and gossip about him. you weren't deaf or blind.

mori constantly talked about him whenever he could, and given your ability to see into people's thoughts and read minds, you had long seen through that mask of his; of how much more of a demon he is than a human, and of how little he cared about life and morality.

you were well aware of how twisted and cruel dazai was, as well as the innumerable hearts and bones he had broken with sadistic scrutiny.

and yet, you just found it odd how someone like dazai appears to be none of those things at all whenever he came to visit you in your little office, which was either to whine and complain to you about his partner, nakahara chuuya, or mori.

"here again for the third time today?"

you furrowed your brow, looking up from the materials you were reading as you hover in mid-air, your red psionics raising you along with some papers in the air, "you do realize i'm busy, right?"

"of course i'm here again, and i know that! that hat rack is annoying!" dazai grumbled childishly with folded arms and a pout, "are you sure you can't hex him just a little bit with those wiggly-woos of yours, [name]-chan?"

"no," you replied, now focusing on the documents you had with you as well as some other data and no longer gazing at dazai, "you know damn well my ability isn't for fun."

"not even if i give you my black card?" dazai smirked evilly as he waved his card, "don't you want to see the chibi suffer as much as i do?"

you twitched your fingers, taking the black card he was holding out to you with your red psionics, to which dazai's face brightened up, only for it to scrunch up as he let out a little "ow!" when you flicked the black card to his face along with a crumpled up paper.

given dazai's reputation, which you were aware of, you just ignored him. you merely stayed kind yet also aloof with him, which was difficult given how he kept coming back to you again and again, especially late at night, and often he would stay.

"do you even sleep at all?" asked the boy dressed in black and bandages as he entered your place this time, which was not far from your office in the headquarters, to find you still working on something despite the fact that it was late.

"if i was, then i would be asleep right now, genius," you groaned as you shook your head and interlaced your fingers, tugging at his hair with your red psionics.

"ow! you're such a meanie, [name]-chan!" dazai grumbled as he massaged his hair, "and here i was with drinks for two. you know, sometimes i wish i could nullify your "wiggly-woos" just because."

"quit whining and just sit down," you chuckled as you patted the empty seat on your sofa next to you, which he softly smiled at and sat down as he showed you the plastic bag of ice cold beers and food he had.

you two would then drink, eat, and talk about whatever came to mind, whether it was about your assignments, random thoughts on things like stars and plants, dazai's rants and complaints about his partner, chuuya, and his subordinates being idiots, and his failed attempts to get with other girls.

but then, dazai would already be gone when you woke up in the morning, may it be when you're on the sofa or in your own bed.

and eventually, dazai did stop coming back to you at the age of eighteen, and it was fairly literally speaking, given how he left the port mafia some time after sakaguchi ango's defection and the death of oda sakunosuke.

another dead-end street for you again.

you didn't care, and you wished you didn't, especially when you see him resurface in public as a member of the armed detective agency, not as the demon prodigy or a port mafia executive.

it was very amusing to say the least how quickly dazai seemed to turn over a new leaf, but in reality, you know you can do the same because you can alter reality if you so desire given your talent.

but, unlike dazai, you chose to remain in the midst of the slaughter, death, and the deepest depths of your heart, while he basked in the light that he seemed to have discovered and was now chasing following those happenings two years ago.

indeed, seeing dazai interact with his colleagues and be a lot more comedic and now intent on finding a lover to do an attempt with, you weren't exactly surprised given the amount of women he had but has left crying before, hence chuuya's previous comment of him being an enemy of women, even way back when he was still in the port mafia.

but then again, you didn't care, and shouldn't.

all those times dazai would stay late at night with you in your office, just talking to you about whatever, occasionally with the flirting and poking fun of your wiggly-woos, or whenever you were assigned together by mori, or even the times when you snuck out together from the mafia, holding hands, and killing time like the teenagers you guys were supposed to he.

you just couldn’t love dazai even if your heart said otherwise and hoped that he could have asked you to come with him that day before he left, and if he really did love you, he would have come back for you too, right?

you haven't had a drink in ginza, tokyo in over two years. you weren't a big drinker, but tonight felt like a good time. as you went down the flight of steps, you were greeted by a quiet, inconspicuous badger's nest packed with a counter, stools, empty bottles stacked up against the wall, taciturn regulars, and a bartender wearing a scarlet vest.

"ah, [surname]-sama. it's been a while. will you have the usual?" the bartender inquired as you sat down on one of the stools.

"i told you, just [name] would be fine," you chuckled quietly, shaking your head as your gaze flitted to the bartender, "but yes, the usual, please."

"very well, [name]-san."

you observed the bartender nod and make your drink. you sighed to yourself as you removed your red coat and bundled it nicely on your lap, clasping your fists together and resting your chin on your knuckles with your elbows placed on the bar table.

"looks like you never changed your taste for drinks at all," a familiar voice said, followed by the clinking of ice against glass as the seat beside you was occupied.

you didn't dare turn your head but a small smile tugged on your lips, "are you waiting for someone?"

he is silent for a moment before a smile pulls on his lips, a smile that didn't appear to change, just like your drink preferences didn't.

"yeah, you."

a surprised expression writes across your face, but it immediately fades. after a brief moment of chewing your bottom lip, you finally turned your head and stared at dazai osamu for what seemed like an eternity.

there he was again, there in front of you, dressed in a long brown coat instead of black, his black tie replaced with a bolo tie, and the rest of his garments a much lighter brown color, similar to oda sakunosuke.

dazai was no longer eighteen just like you, much taller than you, and had already lost the bandages and dark film over his eyes, though it was still there if you looked and dug deep enough with your ability as the scarlet witch.

"why?" you questioned, tilting your head and staring deeply into his eyes.

"because i want you to leave the mafia," dazai explained almost immediately before downing his beer, "you don't belong there."

"of course, i don't," you said, a little amused by his statements, "i know that very well."

"so, why stay there?" dazai asked, still maintaining eye-contact with you as the bartender placed down your drink in front of him.

"because i have nowhere to go, and besides, it's for the better," you stated as you stared down at your cocktail with a small sigh.

"but you can change that," dazai muttered.

"you need something from me, don't you?" you shook your head, a faint crimson glow apparent in your [color] eyes as you sipped your drink, "name it already. you know i don't like beating around the bush, dazai."

"i do need something from you," dazai said in a matter of factly manner, "i need you."

"how many women have you asked that question with, dazai?" you laughed, shaking your head, "i bet all of the girls you loved before are laughing."

"i'm not asking to die with you. i want to be with you, [surname] [name]."

"but why only now? what took you so long?"

"well, i'm asking now aren't i?"

following that exchange, there was silence between the two of you. you both held your breath while staring at each other, peering into each other's souls.

"i love you, and, yes, i know. i should have asked you to run away with me way back then," dazai said in a softer tone now, his hand slowly reaching yours, him giving it a squeeze when you don't pull it back, "and you're wrong. you're the only one i've ever loved like this at all and came back to. this, i swear upon my life."

you knew you and dazai were parallel lines, with the same past, and perhaps the stars did align tonight as they intertwined.

love. it's a foreign word to you.

with losing people being something that has always been a part of you like a curse, your fate of never knowing love was sealed the moment you lost your parents to a bombing, followed by your twin brother, and it was a curse you welcomed with open arms—a dead-street that you always seem to find yourself going into.

so you basked in the darkness of the lack of love, loneliness, blood, and death that has surrounded and been a part of you since you were a child, even more so when the port mafia took you in, particularly mori ougai given your ability to manipulate reality and psionic energy—a weapon he could harness for the port mafia's own good and cause chaos and destruction upon its enemies.

but this time, everything was different.

all you could hear and see in dazai's mind were memories he had of you, all of it from his perspective, from the moment he met you through the times you spent together before he left, and lastly, you being with him now, right to this minute.

it was right there; love, and every dead-end street led him straight to you, just as it had done for you.

you closed your eyes after witnessing everything, reliving it all with the power you were cursed and graced with, and sighed, a smile tugging on your lips, "i would have said yes if you had just asked me, dazai."

i love you more. that's what it actually was in between those lines you uttered, and catching that on, dazai's brown eyes twinkled with hope.

"i'm sorry to have kept you waiting, my love," he said softly with an even more tender and endearing smile, "but i'm here now, here to stay and get you out of there, okay?"

[ author's notes ! this wasn't a request but something that i wrote while listening to taylor swift's lover album in the middle of the night, particularly all of the girls you loved before, along with cruel summer and afterglow.

tbh, i think my writing for this one is kinda messy ngl, but hopefully it's okay-ish, because i kinda didn't know exactly what i was going for, but lmk what ya'll think (_ _ ") ... !!! ]

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