#rip akutagawa’s eyebrows

[ssaraexposs]

Let's focus on Akutagawa's reaction, when he first saw Byakko

[osachiyo]

✧˚ 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗 — dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, atsushi & tetchou .ೃ࿐

˚➶ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — female reader, n/sfw content (mdni), fluff + crack some of y'all will get second hand embarrassment, prolly the only thing i'll write about period sex, breaking the bed, spicy cunnilingus, accidental anal, reader hits her head in one of these but dw it's fine, overall just some silly stuff ! wc for each character is like 300-400 words long :) not proofread !

˚➶ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — i've been putting this off for too long 💀 anyways, happy reading and enjoy ! also is it tetchou or tecchou idfk how to spell this dude's name 😭

"Nghh - fuuck— you're s'good at this, angel—" Dazai moaned, encouraging you to bounce on him faster. He had you in reverse cowgirl— watching your ass bounce on his pelvis as you jumped up and down on his cock, desperately trying to chase that release you've been working for.

"Feels— feels so g-good!" You cried out, pretty nails digging into his thigh, making him let out a pornographic moan - which made you clench on him even more.

Dazai groaned, grabbing handfuls of your ass and spreading them apart to see the mouthwatering view of your cunt greedily swallowing his cock. That's when he saw little streaks of blood coating his cock - mixed with your slick and his precum... and he realized that you must be starting your period.

If Dazai was being completely honest - he didn't really care about the blood, and no way he was stopping right now— when you're riding him so deliciously and looking so fucking sexy while doing it - he'd be insane (like he isn't already) if he were to stop you now. Plus, he didn't want you to get embarrassed— no, that's the last thing he wanted.

He definitely told you after sex, though. He was like, "oh yeah, you're on your period, by the way." It kind of shocked you how casual he was about it - which he noticed, of course. He'd laugh at your bewildered face, chuckling as you ask him if he's not grossed out. He'd wave you off, "sweetheart, do you think i'm a boy? Trust me, a little bit of blood doesn't bother me."

You were about to reply when a cramp hit you straight in the guts - making you hiss out and curl into yourself in pain. Dazai frowned, quickly sitting next to you to brush your hair out of your face - "you alright, sweet girl?" You groaned in response, "mm - yeah, j-just these damn period cramps are killing me."

Dazai pretended to think for a bit, even rubbing his finger on his chin to add the extra effect, making you roll your eyes at his silly antics. he looked deep in thought for a moment until you heard him snapping his finger, pointing at you with a wink - "aha! I know exaaactly how to get rid of your cramps." Your eyebrows pinched together at his words, knowing it's gonna be something dumb.

"Let's go for another roun— oumph!" You threw a pillow at him, resulting him falling backwards on his butt. "I knew you were gonna say that!" You groaned, kicking your legs - snickering at the way he rubs his bottom. "Gosh, you are just the meanest, aren't you?" He whined - making you giggle, "oh? well, that would make you the horniest!"

"Hey! I was serious - it really works— oumph!"

You were currently face-down, ass-up on Chuuya's lavish bed— as he pushed your face further into the pillow, cunt greedily sucking his fat cock in. He didn't even bother with taking off your clothes— just ripping them and grumbling about buying you new ones when you went to protest.

"Argh— shhiiiit- takin' m-me s'well, babydoll," growling, he pulled you up by your hair - back against his chest and fuck, you could feel him in the deepest part of you - hammering inside of your puffy pussy while reaching a free hand to play with that tiny clit. "Chuuya— C-chuuya!" You squealed, face landing on the pillow with an "oof!" as he pushed you back against it. "S-shut it, fu—ck! 'yer so tight," he almost whimpered, hand untangling itself from your hair to pinch and tweak at your nipples - before landing a mean smack on your ass.

He was speeding up - almost at an inhuman pace, as the headboard continuously slammed against the wall. But the both of you failed to notice the cracking noise - too lost in the pleasure, before the bed came crashing down.

'fuck, you're doin' so good ba— whAT THE FUCK—?!" Chuuya screeched as you both fell on the floor along with the broken bed. "Shit - are you okay, baby?" He quickly checked you for any injuries— only to see that you were still dazed, your mouth agape and eyes glossed over— too cockdrunk to even process that the bed broke.

“Argh— fuck it,” he thought, just going back to pounding your cunt as if it didn’t just break down. Making his pretty girl gush all over him was way more important— and plus, he could easily buy another bed.

You scolded him after getting your back blown out. But he couldn’t care less, if he was being completely honest.

In reality, it actually turned him on even more— his new goal from now on is breaking the bed everytime while fucking - from the sheer force of it. So um.. goodluck walking..?

You were cuddled up on the couch with your boyfriend of 6 months, watching a cute movie when you suddenly felt something stiff poking against your ass— how cute, you thought - biting your lip as you ground back against him, earning a sharp gasp from Atsushi.

Things escalated from that to you being on top of him— fervently making out, shy fingers digging into the plush of your hips as you continued grinding on his dick— moaning into each other's mouths.

Eventually you ended up on your back, with Atsushi rutting into you fast and hard as you threw your head back. He was inexperienced— but you had to say, what he lacked in technique, he made up for in enthusiasm. His face was buried in your neck, letting out puffs of hot air as he suppressed the urge to bite down on your shoulder and mark you up— he didn't want to hurt or scare you off.

"Oh— god, 'sushi that feels so—" you moaned, lips parting as you silently begged for a kiss - to which he gladly complied. "Fuck— yes, s'good—!" Atsushi moaned, eyes rolling back slightly as you clamped down on him further, you were close and so was he.

But somehow, he managed to slip out of your tight cunt— making him whine and quickly try to push it back in, desperate to feel your warm walls around him again. He slipped in with some issues— it felt like you had gotten tighter but he didn't mind. Holy shit though, it felt so much warmer and tighter no— "OW OW—! ATSUSHI!"

He immediately jumped upon hearing your pained shriek, "what's wro—" "Pull out - right now!" You sneered, glaring at him as he complied. "That was the wrong hole— you idiot!" You scolded, but your gaze got softer when you saw him sulking - he didn't mean to hurt you!

"I- I'm so sorry— it just accidentally slipped out a-and then I tried to push it back in and—" he was speaking really fast, trying his best to explain himself before you put your hand up, palm against his chest.

"I get it— sorry for yelling at you," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you climbed onto his lap. He nodded, still sulking because he felt so guilty— god, he just can't do anything righ—

"Don't beat yourself up for it, okay? It wasn't your fault," you spoke as if you could read his mind, making him relax his tensed shoulders as he nodded.

..You two just decided to continue the movie and cuddle the night away.

Akutagawa had you backed up against some large shelves inside a storage room, while you two were on a mission. He'd normally prefer to have you somewhere else— somewhere more private and comfortable but you just had to be a damn tease the whole fucking day, and now he's finally got his hands on you.

"So— fucking— desperate—" each word that fell from his chapped lips were accompanied by a mean thrust, the tip of his cock brushing against that one spot inside of your walls. He had you completely trapped against the large set of shelves with rashōmon— leaving you with no ways to escape him. "Haah— d-did a little bending g-get you this worked u-up?" You added fuel to the fire— making his right eye twitch in annoyance, what a lousy mouth you had.

He said nothing, though— only speeding his pace up, as heavy breaths and pants left him— an unusual flush spread across his cheeks. "You really— shit!— d-don't know when to shut the fuck up," he growled, as a pale hand found your tits— slapping the jiggling fat before landing a harsh slap to each.

Your back arched with each pound of his hips into your gooey cunt— both of you feeling lightheaded from the pleasure circulating through your veins. So lightheaded in fact, you both somehow failed to notice the heavy book on top one of the shelves inching closer and closer towards the very edge— a small impact against the wood would most likely make it fall.

"oh— AkuOWW—!" And fall it did— right on top of your head before it bounced off and fell on the floor. You yelled in pain, the dull pain making you head throb. Akutagawa just...paused— eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn't know what to say— should he ask if you're okay? He's never been good at this stuff — so he just.. kinda... stood there and stared.

Made sure you're alright after he was over the initial shock, though — telling you that you should've seen it coming, earning him a few curses from you.

Tetchou had you spread on the couch, strong hands holding your thighs against your chest, giving him a perfect view of the soaked cunt he was about to devour.

"You look so pretty between my legs," you cooed, running your fingers through his burgundy locks. "Yeah? Well, I wish you could see my view, gorgeous girl," he spoke while nibbling the insides of your thighs— placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses wherever his lips could reach. His face was lightly flushed pink — your praises always made him hot and bothered, it encouraged him to do even better — make you feel even better.

A small moan caught in your throat when your boyfriend slowly peeled away the slick-soaked panties from your juicy cunt, pulling them down your legs before flinging them off somewhere. The cold night air hitting your bare sex made you try to clench your thighs back together — but to no avail, as Tetchou kept them apart firmly. He felt himself salivating at the sight of your exposed cunt — wanting to dive right in.

And dive right in he did, licking a fat stripe up your cunt, collecting your juices on his tongue before smearing them all over your clit, feeling your thighs shake and tummy clench at the stimulation. "Don't hold them back f'me," he let out a muffled grunt. "Your moans — don't hold 'em back," he clarified, before shamelessly shaking his head back and forth on your cunt — causing you to arch your back as your fingers tightened their grip on his hair.

"A-ah, Tetchou—" you threw your head back with a whine, trying to lift your hips up to grind into his mouth, to which he responded to by pushing you even further into the couch, "don't move," he panted, basically growling into your pussy. He couldn't help but hump into the couch — way too turned on by your pleasure.

It was all going great — amazing even, until you felt a light burn on your cunt, confusion lacing all your features. It didn't take long for the burning sensation to build up — the pleasure slowly disappearing, as discomfort kicked in.

"W-wait — Tetchou," you panted, trying to pull his head away from your aching (literally) cunt. Tetchou only growled in response, latching onto your pussy harder — you knew better than to interrupt him during a meal.

But it fucking burned! So you just yelled out, "it burns!" And felt him immediately pause — slowly lifting his head from the spot between your thighs and looking utterly confused, "what?"

"I — I don't know, but my pussy fucking burns," you snapped, worry laced all over your features.

Then suddenly, a look of realization mixed with mortification fills your boyfriend's face. You cocked an eyebrow at him, "what is it?"

"... I forgot I ate those... spicy noodles and... some of the sauce was probably still on my lips...."

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[merriclo]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and that’s. honestly all we really know?

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

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

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

[keepcalmlovecai]

Their reaction's to you wearing their favourite lingerie ft. Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagwa x f! Reader

Some NSFW (Minors please do not interact)

-Dazai

His favourite lingerie on you would probably be something see-though maybe a thin material, so he can see all the features to your beautiful body like a thin short dress (That's barely covering your butt) or maybe just a bra and panties

Yeah, something like that and you're already on the bed

"My, my... Bella, why would you put something like this on? Don't you know what you do to me when you do something like this?" Dazai said his long fingers running up to your waist to your hip

You squirm from his touch looking up at him with those big sparkling innocent eyes, oh how he loved when you look at him like that, you already feel a bulge twitching near your panties

"I-I just wanted to see what would happen if I did, you said that you enjoy me wearing something like this so... I wanted to test that out"

He chuckled "Well I'll show you just how much you affect me" He then releases just a few of his bandages and wrapped it around your hands his eyes trailing up your body as he does so, mentally undress you

Just to say, that piece of clothing was a waste of money to say the least as Dazai pretty much ripped it to pieces 😊

-Akutagawa

I think this would suit more of my OC Sheya Yui you can read about her here: https://keepcalmlovecai.tumblr.com/post/755965118880382976/oc-introduction-sheya-yui

Anyways Akutagawa would like you wearing something cute and dark something that has a lot of accessories and overall just looks pretty on you like a lace lingerie set

Wear that and he'll be doing much more than coughing

You were waiting for Akutagawa to come back after a long day of work and sitting patiently on a couch. After a while the door creaked open to reveal your beloved Aku he looked at you his hands in his pockets his eyes eyeing you up and down, a subtle blush on his cheeks

You smiled at him, immediately going up to him and grabbing his arm gently pushing it in-between your cleavage

"Welcome back Aku!" You cheered, looking genuinely happy that he's finally home

He simply hummed, his body a bit stiff he quietly coughed a bit

"What is the meaning of this?" He raised an eyebrow out your revealing outfit, not complaining though

"Huh? I thought you like something like this... Is it too much?" You said, looking a bit disappointed, maybe it was too much...

"No." He said his voice a bit softer "It's perfect, perfect for you" He said leaning down to your face his eyes boring into yours, and before you could speak he captured in a passionate kiss wrapping his arms around your waist itching to feel the plushiness of your ass, but he just kept it on your waist for now...

-Chuuya

Chuuya likes elegance and fashion so bluntly speaking something sexy maybe like a hot red strap on or maybe something with patterns on it either way Chuuya gets turned on with whatever you wear

You walk into the bedroom where your darling Chuuya was scrolling on his phone before glancing up at you choking on imagery air you looked at him concerned

"Darlin just what are you wearing?" He said getting up from the bed and walking towards you

Before you can say anything, you're immediately on your knees pulled by the force of gravity and his gloved hand caressing your chin and the bulge in his pants casting a shadow over your face

You gulped but then again you saw this coming, "Oh it's just really hot in here y'know?" You could already hear him unzipping pants

"Hm, I see, well how about we make it even hotter?" He smirked down at you, ruffling your hair

Yep, that lingerie diffidently didn't go to waste unlike Dazai 😒

Part 2?

[theuntoldoriginsoftheportmafia]

Part Ⅴ Escape - Chapter 2.5

♘ A Detective Must Be Armed ♘

3,842 Words

Mori didn’t even bother trying to cover himself once he knew he was found out. “He is going to die sooner or later, Osamu, you must be ready for that. Why keep him from having a poetic death, from having the peace he so wants?”

“He can have that while he’s alive.”

“If he truly wanted it, he would’ve left it, left you, but no. He’s a coward, that’s why he doesn’t kill. Having an attachment to him will only drag you down. And it will get him killed, painfully, and you will lose him, and it will be your fault. He’ll never leave you, you’re using him. Let him go. Then he can be free.”

But Dazai is a selfish bastard. “No.”

“Alright then, have it as you wish.”

Two weeks later, Dazai has everything arranged. Burnt hats, drugged wine, a car bomb. All ready to go at a moment's notice. Secret files relating to the Tripartite Framework, the brainchild of a man named Nastume, the only piece missing, one to rule the day. This is what Dazai tells Oda when he takes him to a small coffee shop in Nerima, Tokyo’s 20th ward. They need to be far away where no one in the Port Mafia can listen in.

“This is good, but I don’t want you to do it for me, I want you to do it for yourself. You don’t really want to leave Nakahara-san, do you?” He looks concerned.

“I don’t know, I just . . .”

“And so suddenly, I thought you liked him a lot?”

“I do . . . but have you ever seen the statistics?”

“On what?”

“Teen relationships. They rarely last more than 2 years. It’s been a year. And I’m me, it’s a miracle we’ve made it this long. He’s just going to leave me sooner or later.”

“Where did you read something like that?”

“Very reliable sources.” Dazai proclaims, taking a suspiciously long sip of his coffee.

Oda raises an eyebrow, “If it has pop-up adverts, it doesn't count.”

“Hmph! Pop-up adverts don’t make the information any less correct.”

“Maybe, and perhaps that is true, but if anyone is the exception, it’s you and Nakahara-san. I don’t want you to leave a place where you’re happy just for my sake. And don’t you dare use me as an excuse for sabotaging your first happy relationship! I won’t have it.”

Dazai looks down, choosing to watch his reflection in his drink rather than face Oda’s piercing eyes. He’s much more observant than he gives himself credit for.

“The end is inevitable, Odasaku. Instead of suffering and crying about it, I’d like to help you fulfil your life’s dream. Isn’t that a good enough reason?”

Oda considers it, and seeing he won’t change the younger boy’s mind, he nods.

“Yes, on one condition.”

“Anything for Odasaku.”

“You bring the Akutagawas along with us.”

Dazai tenses, “Why? Ryuunosuke belongs with the mafia, it’s the only place for someone like him. What would we do with his gift, with his urge to kill?”

“The urge to kill that you gave him. You owe this to him, Dazai.”

“He had it long before me. He’s angry at the world and he needs a place to get out that anger.”

“Exactly, with this so-called detective agency you propose we can give him a safe place to actually work out some of his many issues.”

Dazai frowns. “He and I are different. I know neither right nor wrong, it’s all the same. He has a sense of morals and chooses to rip, tear, and kill anyhow. He’s too far gone for help or to be of any use to us.”

Oda continues, determined, persisting. “Admit it Dazai, you know you owe it to him. I understand if you don’t feel sorry, not even a little bit. I understand if you’d do all the same again if you could, but he’s just a boy, like you. Like I was. Don’t you wish I’d gotten another chance, a shot at something better? Something more. It may not seem like it to you, but after all my years, 16 is still a baby. He’s not done, we can still save him. I want to save him. Maybe because I think it’ll redeem me, and maybe that’s even more selfish than leaving him, but please Dazai. Help me. Help me do the right thing. The boy deserves a second chance, even if you don’t think that you do. Help me save him.”

Oda appeals to Dazai’s affection for him, and it’s working.

‘I’m selfish Odasaku, far more than you. Don’t even think of calling yourself that when I’m the one seriously considering leaving a child to the wolves. I want it to just be us, no one else, certainly not from the mafia. All they’d be is a liability.’

“And if I don’t.”

“Then he dies,” Oda says with finality, his normally lively blue eyes taking on a pensive shade of grey. “A gruesome death probably. You’re the only one who’s accepted him. He sees everything in you. You’re like a saviour to him. You can’t just undo that. When you’re gone, he’ll be eaten alive by a world that’s never wanted him.”

“Saviour?” Dazai scoffs, “I’m his abuser. I can’t help it. That’s how one gets better, by being ripped apart and reassembled again. It’s the same for any mafioso. I am successful because I have nothing left to lose or gain. Once I am gone from his life, he can be free, if he wants. Maybe he will still choose vengeance. Maybe he’ll fall behind in his training. Maybe that’s what you want. Maybe it will be better if he’s tamed his anger, but I promise you that he will never be tamed so long as he’s in my presence. He strives to improve, for more violence because of me. Happy people, people content with themselves do not kill. If you want him to be happy then you should want him as far from me as possible.”

“We should at least take Gin,” Oda says a little defeated, only poking at his food now. He knows Dazai has a point.

“No, their brother would never let them leave him. It’s both or neither.”

“Fair, but it has to be you asking, it won’t sound sincere otherwise.”

“ . . . Fine. I made you a promise. I intend to keep it. If this is what you want, I’ll ask, but you have to come with me, and if he doesn’t want to leave, we go alone.”

“Deal.”

-

The train ride back is quiet, the only event being a young spiky-haired boy knocking into Dazai and another young man, in a rush not to miss the train.

“Sorry, my big bro’s on here! I got lost and I can’t let him leave without me!”

A few minutes later a tall man with the same spiky hair brings back the boy to apologise to the people he disturbed, only to be waved away by the young blond man whom he knocked into Dazai. He scowls.

“I am studying. I have no time for your apologies, you’ve already put me a minute behind schedule.”

The big brother looks a bit shocked but says nothing, leading the boy away.

“What a big grumpy meanie!” Dazai hears the kid mutter.

-

They arrive back at the Port Mafia’s headquarters at 14:00. The afternoon is a stormy grey, the colour of Chuuya’s eyes. Dazai keeps his eyes on the ground. 

He and Oda find the siblings in the training room. They bow when they see Dazai, immediately wary.

“Akutagawa-kun, Gin-chan, do you like the Port Mafia? Honest answers only please~”

The siblings stare wide-eyed.

“W-what do you mean, Dazai-san?”

“I mean, do you truly enjoy your work here, how it makes you feel and what it does to others? Or are you only here because I brought you? If you answer yes to the former then my next question has no relevance.”

There’s a long beat of silence, a whole note, a measure, a song.

Dazai can see the questions in their eyes: ‘If we say no, will we be punished? Will it change how you treat us? Will it make you think us useless? Will you push us even harder? I’m not sure how much more I can take.’

“If you say yes, then you’ll never have to deal with me again.”

Oda looks at Dazai, shaking his head. Dazai knows exactly what he’s doing.

‘It’s a tempting offer . . . too tempting. There’s more to this. What isn’t he saying?’ Akutagawa narrows his eyes, thinking carefully over his answer. ‘I do like it here, it’s the closest thing to a home I’ll ever have after everything. I shouldn’t fear Dazai so much, he gave me all this. It’s ungrateful to want out, to fear for the life of my sibling, their purity. They can handle themselves doubting them is disrespectful but . . . I fear myself. I fear what I'll become without Dazai-san. I need a routine. I fear being weak. He is my solution. And I need him, what would I do without him. Without his training I’d be weak. I don’t want to be weak. I don’t want him to leave. My reliance on him is weak. He can’t! . . . But what do I say to make him stay that won’t make him think I’m whiny and useless? . . . Gin! Gin should get another chance at least. They’ll hate me for speaking on their behalf, but . . .'

So he puts on a show, stomping his foot. ‘I will make Dazai-san stay! I will. But can I go without Gin?’

In all his life Akutagawa Ryuunosuke has never been elegant. There is nothing elegant about him, from his birth to his running away and joining the mafia. He could have been, yes, he has that air about him, and his uncle, a scholar, surely would have taught him if he had gotten the chance, but he didn’t. So now, he stands in front of the man he most wants to think well of him, almost more than his own mother, unsure of what to say. What are the right words? 

When Gin starts to speak their brother cuts them off. “I hate it here! I cry every night! I want to be good, but I stay because of Gin. They love it here!”

The words come out so intense, like hot coals, but even louder than his shout is what goes unsaid. The silent cry rings out through the space. ‘They don’t need you, they don’t need to see you ever again, but I do. Stay away from them! This is all I know. Please don’t leave me!’

‘Jesus, he’s just a boy. . . . What did you do to him, Dazai?’ Oda looks to the young executive, worrying what he’ll do next.

Dazai strides forward, grabbing Akutagawa’s chin, finger pressing too hard. “My, my, Akutagawa, still just as poor at deception as the day I found you eating rats in those woods.”

“Dazai.” Oda says the name in vain.

Dazai continues, his voice a soft sort of violence, a gently dangerous drawl in Akutagawa’s ear. “If you’re so pathetic at lying, just tell the truth. You want me to stay don’t you?”

Akutagawa makes no sound. In the 16-year-old’s eyes, Dazai sees someone even more familiar to him than himself. Mori Ougai. So human, so dark and twisted, a monster. Dazai strives to become inhuman and instead has become painfully, and brutally human, the worst kind. The kind that feels so deeply, the kind that feels so much, anger, rage, fear, (at himself), when all Dazai wants is to feel nothing at all.

He squeezes the boy’s chin until his finger quivers and his knuckles are white and Akutagawa’s eyes water. He hates himself. He hates that this boy has made him see himself, hates that he’s shown him that becoming inhuman is impossible. His reflection makes him nauseous.

He stops squeezing, hands aching and places his hands on Akutagawa’s shoulders instead, fighting the urge, the instinct he's not sure when he developed (inhuman things aren’t supposed to have instincts.) to dig his nails in.

“Why? Are you a masochist? Are you sick like me? Twisted like me? Have I done this to you? Why do you want me to stay when I only hurt you, push you, violently beat you with your own ability? If that's the case then you might be beyond saving, hmm?”

“Dazai.” But neither of the two hear Oda. Gin stares on without words. They’ve been training with Ozaki-san since they joined the mafia and have heard of Dazai’s tactics, but never seen them in person. 

‘Ozaki-san’s torture squad is one thing but this . . . Is this what my brother has endured silently for so long?’

Words are failing him again and Akutagawa hates it. “I-I . . . You taught me never to be weak . . . and without you . . . I am weak. I do not want to be weak!”

“Oh, so that’s it.” Dazai’s tone is empty. He knows and knows and knows.

“I want to train so I will not be weak, for that I need you.”

After a moment, Dazai says, “I’m glad you’ve finally admitted that. It seems you’ve finally unlocked your ambition. You’ve learnt the most important lesson. You are weak. You are from gutters, waste and ruin. You must have ambition, it is the only thing you have. Do not allow your sibling to take that away.”

“Dazai!”

“And you must never have pride. Pride limits your options, a mafioso must never have things he won’t do. Someone as lowly as you must learn how to get what you require any way you can, that includes begging, a skill you seem to suddenly have come upon. Begging does not make you weak, you cannot possibly get any weaker, it makes you cunning, and manipulative. Tell me Akutagawa-kun, . . . how does it feel to be as awful as me?”

Dazai drops his hands and walks to Gin. Akutagawa follows his movements with wide eyes. The words are cruel, Dazai knows, but he’s filled with so much hate, mostly for himself that the words bubble up like sticky tar.

‘This is what I wanted, isn’t it? So why does it feel so . . . heavy.’ Akutagawa finds his coat suddenly weighs a thousand pounds.

“Gin-chan, you don’t love it here, no?”

“I-” under the weight of Dazai’s gaze they have no choice but the truth. Just as it’s about to force its way painful up their throat, Oda smiles at them from behind Dazai. “I am lonely. I don’t know anyone but my brother. I don’t mind the training, and I do this because I am good at it, but I guess if I was good at something else then I would like that too. I would like some friends. I think I would like it more if I had friends and because this is probably all I’ll get to be good at since we’re all alone. I am loyal to the mafia, you don’t have to worry.”

(A/N: Not @ author-san with the Gin / Kyouka parallel. I had to edit this because I think I accidentally tagged someone when I was trying to refer to myself, the author, in a humourous way, so if I did sorry. This is sooo embarrasing 😳 ahhh social anxiety go brrr!)

In the face of their sincerity, their face painted by things they’ve had to do so young in life, the things they’ve lost, Dazai sees Chuuya. He wished Chuuya could’ve had something better. But Gin isn’t Chuuya, and helping them won’t help Chuuya. He struggles to find sympathy for them.

As he searches for the foreign feeling, everyone holds their breath. Fortunately, he is a better actor than Akutagawa. His deception makes him sick.

‘Like a pitcher plant, using sweet words to lure them in. At least Mori never lied about the awful side of things.’

He bends down, careful, too gentle and they’ll get spooked and scamper off into the darkness again. 

‘Oda should be doing this.’

“Are you afraid for your brother? What will become of him if I go? What he will do if I stay?”

Gin whispers out a small “Yes.”

“Hmm, then we have ourselves a conundrum. I cannot stay. I am bound by the dream of my friend, here, Odasaku-san, but I would hate to lose such a fine asset, one Mori-san hardly deserves.”

Gin looks wary, cringing away as Dazai describes her brother. Asset.

Dazai smiles, a patronising twist to his lips, but even that doesn’t hide the emptiness. “You see Mori is the one who set all of this up. He wants something called a special ability permit, and to get it he must prove his usefulness. The easiest way to do that was to eliminate mimic . . . using Odasaku, without a care for his or his children’s death. Luckily Oda survived, but that’s why we’re leaving. You may stay with the child slaughterer if you wish, it’s of no bearing to me. I’m sure I’ll find a fine replacement quickly enough.”

Both Akutagawas flinch at this. 

‘Leaving? Going where? Leaving us? To do what? Who will be his replacement!? Will we be replaced’ The eldest Akutagawa’s mind races.

“Leaving?” asks Gin, too stunned to make much sense of Dazai’s words.

“Yes, Dazai-san wishes to start a detective agency,” Oda explains, hoping to comfort the young teens who suddenly remind him so much of his orphans. “And he’s- I am asking you to be a part of it, a chance to get away from this dark, death-filled place.”

No one says a word. Oda grows more desperate as the silence stretches on.

When he speaks, his voice cracks with emotion, memories of childish laughter flash behind his closed lids, tears escaping and fleeing down his cheeks, “Please, come with us. I can’t let any more children die.”

“Well, there we have it! The perfect compromise, you get to leave the Port mafia but stay with me. Wonderful, isn’t it.” Dazai’s voice, akin to the hosts of those nauseating day-time game shows, is light but his expression is dark, gaze sharp enough to cut through Akutagawa and then some. “So, what do you say?”

Gin turns to their brother, knowing he will follow wherever they go, “I . . . must make this choice for you, brother. Dazai-san, if you are unhappy and my brother wishes to be where you are then I cannot allow myself to hold him back. I won’t. Ryuu, I am sorry. I know you think you’ve found a place here, so please forgive me, but I fear every day for your health and what Mother and Uncle will think of us when we reunite with them, so I will go. ”

The eldest Akutagawa stares at his sibling, the person who means the world to him. Looking into their eyes is as if a door to a long-forgotten world has been opened, light seeping through.

‘I had forgotten the possibility of ever seeing mother again. Is that what Gin was hanging onto all this time? . . . Hope? Is that what I am missing? But how can one have hope in a world like this? Gin was my world before the Port mafia was. I can be anywhere as long as they are happy. But can I trust this Oda-san to keep Dazai from hurting Gin? If this is what they want I have to, I have no choice but to follow. I must honour the promise I made to Uncle to protect my sibling. I will protect my sibling! For their sake . . . I will go.’

So holding a picture of Gin, healthy and smiling in his mind, he makes his choice. Not for Dazai, for his siblings.

“I will follow you anywhere, Dazai-san, no matter what! Even as you hurt me it only makes me stronger. I will not be weak, even if I have to beg for my last ounce of strength I will carry on under your teachings.”

‘Ugh, he’ll surely be a pain to get rid of. He’s going to follow me around like a puppy to keep me from thinking he only left because of Gin. I’d best leave him to Oda.’

“That’s it then. Pack. We leave at noon tomorrow?”

The siblings nod and scatter, their steps silent.

“Noon?” Oda asks when they’ve gone.

“Yes, in broad daylight Mori-san will have much greater difficulty sending his forces after us if he even bothers. But I don’t think he will. He knows how firm I am in my decisions. The only variable here is Nakahara-kun.”

“Nakahara-kun . . .” Oda is taken aback at the formal address of his senior’s (former?) boyfriend.

‘This must be his way of distancing himself, just as Ango-kun did. Poor kid. He can never have anything good, can he? Is all of this just pointless after all, what when bad fortune seems to follow him like a black cloud, forever chained to his side as if it doesn’t want to be with him either? An eternal bond that punishes both. Am I just setting us both up for failure by going along with this? I trust Dazai-san, of course, I do, but this may be beyond both of our control . . .’

Dazai shrugs noncommittally, pressing the button for the lift. “Yes. As predictable as he is, if he does decide to come after me himself, out of anger or . . . something else, then he could cause us quite a bit of trouble, giving away our location with his destructive tendencies at the very least.”

Oda offers no response, trying to think of the right thing to say in the odd situation, but Dazai continues anyway. “Ah . . . Nakahara-kun, always defying the odds.” he chuckles darkly, but with more humour than Oda has seen from him in the past week, “That’s why Ranpo finds him to be such a pain when he has to take an extra few seconds to account for all of Ch- Nakahara-kun’s potential actions. It sure would be nice to have Ranpo on hand, but alas he’d never betrayed The Silver Wolf.”

Oda listens silently as Dazai thinks aloud, a verbal display of crumbling love.

As the lift descends Dazai continues to ponder, “I wonder what Nakahara-kun will choose. Whatever he assumes will cause me the greatest pain, most likely. Vengeful dog. Attacking me or not following me at all. Either way, it hardly matters anymore. You needn’t worry Odasaku, I will have no second thoughts. There is nothing in the mafia for me anymore.”

“Nothing? What about the other executives, you’re close to them, right?”

“They’re all adults, they’ll be fine.”

“And Nakahara-san?”

“It’d be generous of me to call Nakahara-kun a fling, sure, it was fun to play with him, like a little toy dog but someone so short could never reach my heart.”

‘It’s barely been 14 days. All I heard from him was “Chuuya this” and “Chuuya that” for months before they got together, and after too. Who does “Mr. Demon-Prodigy” think he’s fooling?’

“And if he disagrees?”

“Don’t be stupid Odasaku. He feels the same as I do, and if not he will soon. I’ve made sure of it, can’t have him lingering around, that’s what the car bomb is for.”

‘There’s no winning this argument is there? Well, it’s not like Nakahara-san will come with us.’

The lift dings with finality and they step out, parting ways to make arrangements and pack their meagre belongings.

‘It’s as that old submarine captain in that movie said then, isn’t it? There’s no going back.’

[vjstudiosnumber2]

Three Months After November 8th…

{~:~}

Atsushi was sitting on the floor with a book in his hand, eyes switching from reading the words to checking on Akachan and Shiro, who were both asleep in the omega’s lap, and he would sigh in content every time. His sunset eyes never really left either of his pups, and he didn’t know whether or not to be embarrassed. Some of the other people from the Office, and even Kyouka have all said he was way too attentive to the twins. But the Office Manager had actually said he was just doing what any other Mother would do.

And this Manager, Enomoto Seifu, who had the ability of reading and controlling emotions, could tell that he was just protective, and scared.

And Atsushi was.

Now that Akachan and Shiro were born, what would happen next?

Not only his life as a parent, but his job, {Even if working here surprisingly made more money than he could ever make in a lifetime in Yokohama, not that he didn’t miss the city} and then his mind was wandering to a certain clothing manipulating Alpha, who was stationed in Port Mafia’s Yokohama.

He was not ready to tell him, but how long before he would be found out?

After all, he had missed his six month deadline.

Atsushi sighed, his head ache increasing as he continued his brain-storm, when Akachan yawned, causing him to freeze, hold his breath, before curling into his thigh, lightly bumping her head into her brother’s forehead, causing Shiro to stir, before curling towards her. Atsushi smiled, and he sighed in content, just as the door opened, revealing Kyouka, who had gone to get something at the other side of town at the Mail Center.

“Hey, welcome home!” He said, and Kyouka instantly smiled back, and walked over to the coffee table.

“Sorry I’m late. Miss Seifu wanted me to check out a supposed burglar case over there while I was there.”

“That’s alright. I’m just glad you got back safe. What’s that envelope?”

Kyouka froze, having slipped the envelope into her kimono, hoping Atsushi wouldn’t notice.

She gripped the letter, before smiling.

“Just spam. Nothing important.”

Atsushi raised an eyebrow, before chuckling, and shrugging his shoulders.

“Alright. I’ll go put these two down in their cradles and I’ll reheat some dinner for you, yeah?”

“...Yes please.” They both smiled, before Atsushi picked up both Shiro and Akachan carefully, making sure not to wake them, and heading up stairs towards his room.

Kyouka smiled at the staircase, before glaring down at the envelope with a golden seal and began to rip it apart in a small rage.

“At least someone from the ADA sent it instead of him finding our address…”

{~:~}

Higuchi thought Akutagawa was losing it.

She noticed that he had first acted like a frightened child anytime the ADA were mentioned, then he acted like a kicked dog, then he was obsessed with finding the Weretiger, who had apparently moved away from Yokohama, before disappearing for a whole two months, and now he was back.

And he was far worse then before.

He was barely keeping himself from being irritated at anyone and everyone, including Gin, who seemed to be just as shocked as her, and began to work himself to the bone, and now, currently, there was a million empty envelopes scattered about his desk, a large bottle of whiskey next to his arm. He was so far away it seemed.

“Akutagawa sir… Is there something wrong?” She had asked earlier in the week, and had earned a large enough cut that it needed stitches.

He has answered:

“Shut up, don’t talk to me about if there’s something wrong! Leave me be!” 

Higuchi didn’t say anything, not even when he took a fifty second drink to take a long swig of the whiskey, and then proceeded to continue trying to write whatever he wanted to send to whoever had caused this kind of turmoil.

Although Higuchi had a good idea who it was.

She was standing in the corner, watching his struggle, before asking.

“Sir, are there any new missions we need to conquer?” 

At first, it seemed Akutagawa hadn’t even heard her question, and she stood quietly, looking at the floor, before she perked up at his soft, almost desperate voice as he answered:

“No… There are none for us… I’ll call you back if that changes…” 

Never had Higuchi’s heart broke at her Boss’ voice, but this changed that.

So she left.

She walking down the hall, finger pressed into her chin, before her beta senses caught the Alpha’s scent behind her. She turned to Chuuya Nakahara, who had just returned from a long trip somewhere near Nagano, and greeted him with a bow.

“Good evening Mr. Chuuya.”

Chuuya seemed to not have noticed her until then, looking up from his phone, and gave a friendly but superior smile.

“Hello Higuchi. No new mission tonight huh?”

“No sir.”

Chuuya nodded, and wished her a good night, about to pass her when she called out to him again.

“Mr. Chuuya! There’s something I need to speak to you about! It’s important!”

Chuuya stopped, before turning back to her with a bewildered look on his face, before tilting his head towards his office not far ahead.

Eventually, they both were seated, him behind his desk, her in the guest seat, and Higuchi tried to find the right choice of words, pressing her hands into her lap and biting her lip nervously.

“So, Higuchi… What is the problem?” Chuuya asked.

Higuchi blinked, before saying.

“Mr. Chuuya… There’s something wrong with Mr. Akutagawa…”

“Well, what is it?” He tried to keep his calm cool, trying to not attack her verbally, seeing her worried state sending him on edge.

“...He’s…”

{~:~}

Six Months After November 8th…

Atsushi was almost enjoying the attention that his other fellow agents were giving his babies, who were playing with little baby blocks in Miss Seifu’s office, which was separated from the rest of the office with a large pane of glass. He watched as some of the females cooed, and the others all were laughing at how adorable Akachan and Shiro were.

Kyouka had been sent to Yokohama for the day, and so without her help, Miss Seifu had agreed to watch them for a few hours before lunch. She was already a babysitter at heart, having taken care of little children when she was younger, so she was the perfect choice other than Kyouka.

Plus, the twins liked her as well.

Atsushi was signing off a paper for the aftermath of a case when he heard a large wail coming from the office, and something inside panicked.

He was up and through the door, despite the fact someone had said that Akachan was such a crybaby in an adored manner, and he was sure they were right when they said he worried to much. 

Akachan had fallen over, and had started to wail like one of those fire trucks, and he could only sigh as Miss Seifu, who had been at the desk before this was next to her with a light laugh. Atsushi walked over slowly and laughed too, before taking his baby into his arms, causing her cries to turn into sniffles as she snuggled closer into the crook of the Weretiger’s neck.

“She’s upset she couldn’t get back up.” He laughed softly, looking to Shiro, who looked on with big curious winter sunset eyes, and sighed in content.

Miss Seifu smiled as Atsushi ruffled Shiro’s hair, with his free hand, and she knew he was better than before.

At least she wouldn’t have to worry about his mental health anymore, he wasn’t as bad as he was during pregnancy.

He was happy, even if a bit lonely.

{~:~} 

Chuuya knew it was bad when he entered Akutagawa’s office and had not found him after his conversation with Higuchi.

When he had called Gin, she had answered that he had not come home when he got off work. So Chuuya was left to find Akutagawa’s location through the data base of Port Mafia, quickly finding him somewhere odd.

Akutagawa wasn’t the type to stalk of his own accord. 

Chuuya had found him, despite the many hour difference walking to the ADA from the base, and quickly saw Akutagawa simply standing away in the shadows. He had a flask at his belt, since when did the Alpha drink?

When had he gotten a high tolerance?

Akutagawa was taking small swigs every now and then, and seemed to be waiting for someone to cross the street from the ADA building.

“ He has been acting weird since the news of the Weretiger being transferred from the ADA… “

“So that’s what this is about…”

But the reaction seemed more from the Alpha than Akutagawa himself, and Chuuya, remembering that the Weretiger was an Omega, wondered if that was also a problem.

Chuuya was careful in approaching Akutagawa, who noticed him when he came from his blindside, causing Rashouman to growl from his shoulder. Chuuya lifted his hands, hoping not to cause something unnecessary, such as a full on battle between Rashouman and Upon The Tainted Sorrow in the middle of the street of Yokohama, right in front of the ADA’s right side no less.

“Whoa there Akutagawa. It’s just me.”

Akutagawa didn’t lower his guard, just seemed to become stiff and swiftly stopped the growls of his black beast by returning her back into his clothing.

“I’m sorry sir…” He took a second, trying not to slur, before asking, failing at that very task he assigned himself.

“...I… What are you… Doing… Here?” Chuuya shook his head and approached Akutagawa’s side, hands in his pockets as he simply shrugged.

“Your sister and Higuchi were worried about you. They decided I’m the best candidate to help you with whatever’s going on inside your head.”

Akutagawa scowled, went to refuse when Chuuya asked, making any snarky remark that he had died on the tip of his tongue.

“Your problems got something to do with a certain Weretiger, correct?” 

It went silent, even more silent despite when Akutagawa simply took another swig from his flask and passed it to Chuuya. 

They both watched the ADA building with quiet gazes, before Chuuya turned to Akutagawa again.

“What has got you so irritated about the Weretiger that you’ve decided to take up drinking as a hobby?”

The other didn’t say anything right away, didn’t look away from the ADA.

Akutagawa could only think of one thing. The cries of an Omega, the hurtful feeling of letting the Alpha take full control, of the pleasure coursing through his veins as he corrupted Atsushi. His hand gripped the fabric of his pockets, glaring into the brick of the ADA building. He was disgusting. It was disgusting.

Letting himself take the Weretiger like that.

He only wanted to kill him, but now he had only wished to hear that the Weretiger had accepted his apologies, to all the letters he would leave for Kyouka to pick up.

For something comforting to the sin he hadn’t meant to commit.

“I raped the Weretiger. During his heat…”

Chuuya blinked, before looking at Akutagawa in shock, seeing the regret in the other Alpha’s eyes.

The silver eyes looked blue.

“The alpha just…Took over… Wanted to take care of the Omega… And… It just happened…. It wasn’t supposed to…”

Chuuya blinked a few more times, before turning back to the building.

“Think about it this way Akutagawa…”

Silence filled as Akutagawa stared at Chuuya, listening to his next words carefully.

“It’s likely… That someone as perceptive as him will know how you feel….” Akutagawa stared at him for a moment longer, before turning up to the sky instead, following the sudden change in Chuuya’s gaze.

He didn’t feel angry about the Alpha, he didn’t want to tell him to forgive the Alpha or himself.

It made him feel just a bit better.

“I certainly hope so… The Weretiger can be pretty useless when it comes to using that part of his brain.

“  All you care about is killing whatever or whoever is in front of you!  ”

He closed his eyes, before turning back to the stars of pure gray.

He could only hope.

He could only hope that the Weretiger could move on, unlike him.

He wished to move on…

But sometimes, the only thing a person can do is drink themselves to oblivion, far worse than Chuuya ever could…

{~:~}

Atsushi felt his heart skip a few beats at the sight of his new partner, a tall green/brown haired Alpha that was now seated next to him. After Kyouka had decided to partner up with one of the other girls in Office, one he knew she had taken a liking too, an Omega at that, Tagami Machiko, he was partnered up with one of the Alphas that had gone over seas for an investigation.

Akiyuki Nosaka smiled at him when he entered the room, followed with the question of him being Atsushi Nakajima, and his heart fluttered.

And it didn’t stop.

[vjstudios]

{DOLOR PT 3: A!Akutagawa X O!Atsushi}

Three Months After November 8th…

{~:~}

Atsushi was sitting on the floor with a book in his hand, eyes switching from reading the words to checking on Akachan and Shiro, who were both asleep in the omega’s lap, and he would sigh in content every time. His sunset eyes never really left either of his pups, and he didn’t know whether or not to be embarrassed. Some of the other people from the Office, and even Kyouka have all said he was way too attentive to the twins. But the Office Manager had actually said he was just doing what any other Mother would do.

And this Manager, Enomoto Seifu, who had the ability of reading and controlling emotions, could tell that he was just protective, and scared.

And Atsushi was.

Now that Akachan and Shiro were born, what would happen next?

Not only his life as a parent, but his job, {Even if working here surprisingly made more money than he could ever make in a lifetime in Yokohama, not that he didn’t miss the city} and then his mind was wandering to a certain clothing manipulating Alpha, who was stationed in Port Mafia’s Yokohama.

He was not ready to tell him, but how long before he would be found out?

After all, he had missed his six month deadline.

Atsushi sighed, his head ache increasing as he continued his brain-storm, when Akachan yawned, causing him to freeze, hold his breath, before curling into his thigh, lightly bumping her head into her brother’s forehead, causing Shiro to stir, before curling towards her. Atsushi smiled, and he sighed in content, just as the door opened, revealing Kyouka, who had gone to get something at the other side of town at the Mail Center.

“Hey, welcome home!” He said, and Kyouka instantly smiled back, and walked over to the coffee table.

“Sorry I’m late. Miss Seifu wanted me to check out a supposed burglar case over there while I was there.”

“That’s alright. I’m just glad you got back safe. What’s that envelope?”

Kyouka froze, having slipped the envelope into her kimono, hoping Atsushi wouldn’t notice.

She gripped the letter, before smiling.

“Just spam. Nothing important.”

Atsushi raised an eyebrow, before chuckling, and shrugging his shoulders.

“Alright. I’ll go put these two down in their cradles and I’ll reheat some dinner for you, yeah?”

“...Yes please.” They both smiled, before Atsushi picked up both Shiro and Akachan carefully, making sure not to wake them, and heading up stairs towards his room.

Kyouka smiled at the staircase, before glaring down at the envelope with a golden seal and began to rip it apart in a small rage.

“At least someone from the ADA sent it instead of him finding our address…”

{~:~}

Higuchi thought Akutagawa was losing it.

She noticed that he had first acted like a frightened child anytime the ADA were mentioned, then he acted like a kicked dog, then he was obsessed with finding the Weretiger, who had apparently moved away from Yokohama, before disappearing for a whole two months, and now he was back.

And he was far worse then before.

He was barely keeping himself from being irritated at anyone and everyone, including Gin, who seemed to be just as shocked as her, and began to work himself to the bone, and now, currently, there was a million empty envelopes scattered about his desk, a large bottle of whiskey next to his arm. He was so far away it seemed.

“Akutagawa sir… Is there something wrong?” She had asked earlier in the week, and had earned a large enough cut that it needed stitches.

He has answered:

“Shut up, don’t talk to me about if there’s something wrong! Leave me be!” 

Higuchi didn’t say anything, not even when he took a fifty second drink to take a long swig of the whiskey, and then proceeded to continue trying to write whatever he wanted to send to whoever had caused this kind of turmoil.

Although Higuchi had a good idea who it was.

She was standing in the corner, watching his struggle, before asking.

“Sir, are there any new missions we need to conquer?” 

At first, it seemed Akutagawa hadn’t even heard her question, and she stood quietly, looking at the floor, before she perked up at his soft, almost desperate voice as he answered:

“No… There are none for us… I’ll call you back if that changes…” 

Never had Higuchi’s heart broke at her Boss’ voice, but this changed that.

So she left.

She walking down the hall, finger pressed into her chin, before her beta senses caught the Alpha’s scent behind her. She turned to Chuuya Nakahara, who had just returned from a long trip somewhere near Nagano, and greeted him with a bow.

“Good evening Mr. Chuuya.”

Chuuya seemed to not have noticed her until then, looking up from his phone, and gave a friendly but superior smile.

“Hello Higuchi. No new mission tonight huh?”

“No sir.”

Chuuya nodded, and wished her a good night, about to pass her when she called out to him again.

“Mr. Chuuya! There’s something I need to speak to you about! It’s important!”

Chuuya stopped, before turning back to her with a bewildered look on his face, before tilting his head towards his office not far ahead.

Eventually, they both were seated, him behind his desk, her in the guest seat, and Higuchi tried to find the right choice of words, pressing her hands into her lap and biting her lip nervously.

“So, Higuchi… What is the problem?” Chuuya asked.

Higuchi blinked, before saying.

“Mr. Chuuya… There’s something wrong with Mr. Akutagawa…”

“Well, what is it?” He tried to keep his calm cool, trying to not attack her verbally, seeing her worried state sending him on edge.

“...He’s…”

{~:~}

Six Months After November 8th…

Atsushi was almost enjoying the attention that his other fellow agents were giving his babies, who were playing with little baby blocks in Miss Seifu’s office, which was separated from the rest of the office with a large pane of glass. He watched as some of the females cooed, and the others all were laughing at how adorable Akachan and Shiro were.

Kyouka had been sent to Yokohama for the day, and so without her help, Miss Seifu had agreed to watch them for a few hours before lunch. She was already a babysitter at heart, having taken care of little children when she was younger, so she was the perfect choice other than Kyouka.

Plus, the twins liked her as well.

Atsushi was signing off a paper for the aftermath of a case when he heard a large wail coming from the office, and something inside panicked.

He was up and through the door, despite the fact someone had said that Akachan was such a crybaby in an adored manner, and he was sure they were right when they said he worried to much. 

Akachan had fallen over, and had started to wail like one of those fire trucks, and he could only sigh as Miss Seifu, who had been at the desk before this was next to her with a light laugh. Atsushi walked over slowly and laughed too, before taking his baby into his arms, causing her cries to turn into sniffles as she snuggled closer into the crook of the Weretiger’s neck.

“She’s upset she couldn’t get back up.” He laughed softly, looking to Shiro, who looked on with big curious winter sunset eyes, and sighed in content.

Miss Seifu smiled as Atsushi ruffled Shiro’s hair, with his free hand, and she knew he was better than before.

At least she wouldn’t have to worry about his mental health anymore, he wasn’t as bad as he was during pregnancy.

He was happy, even if a bit lonely.

{~:~} 

Chuuya knew it was bad when he entered Akutagawa’s office and had not found him after his conversation with Higuchi.

When he had called Gin, she had answered that he had not come home when he got off work. So Chuuya was left to find Akutagawa’s location through the data base of Port Mafia, quickly finding him somewhere odd.

Akutagawa wasn’t the type to stalk of his own accord. 

Chuuya had found him, despite the many hour difference walking to the ADA from the base, and quickly saw Akutagawa simply standing away in the shadows. He had a flask at his belt, since when did the Alpha drink?

When had he gotten a high tolerance?

Akutagawa was taking small swigs every now and then, and seemed to be waiting for someone to cross the street from the ADA building.

“ He has been acting weird since the news of the Weretiger being transferred from the ADA… “

“So that’s what this is about…”

But the reaction seemed more from the Alpha than Akutagawa himself, and Chuuya, remembering that the Weretiger was an Omega, wondered if that was also a problem.

Chuuya was careful in approaching Akutagawa, who noticed him when he came from his blindside, causing Rashouman to growl from his shoulder. Chuuya lifted his hands, hoping not to cause something unnecessary, such as a full on battle between Rashouman and Upon The Tainted Sorrow in the middle of the street of Yokohama, right in front of the ADA’s right side no less.

“Whoa there Akutagawa. It’s just me.”

Akutagawa didn’t lower his guard, just seemed to become stiff and swiftly stopped the growls of his black beast by returning her back into his clothing.

“I’m sorry sir…” He took a second, trying not to slur, before asking, failing at that very task he assigned himself.

“...I… What are you… Doing… Here?” Chuuya shook his head and approached Akutagawa’s side, hands in his pockets as he simply shrugged.

“Your sister and Higuchi were worried about you. They decided I’m the best candidate to help you with whatever’s going on inside your head.”

Akutagawa scowled, went to refuse when Chuuya asked, making any snarky remark that he had died on the tip of his tongue.

“Your problems got something to do with a certain Weretiger, correct?” 

It went silent, even more silent despite when Akutagawa simply took another swig from his flask and passed it to Chuuya. 

They both watched the ADA building with quiet gazes, before Chuuya turned to Akutagawa again.

“What has got you so irritated about the Weretiger that you’ve decided to take up drinking as a hobby?”

The other didn’t say anything right away, didn’t look away from the ADA.

Akutagawa could only think of one thing. The cries of an Omega, the hurtful feeling of letting the Alpha take full control, of the pleasure coursing through his veins as he corrupted Atsushi. His hand gripped the fabric of his pockets, glaring into the brick of the ADA building. He was disgusting. It was disgusting.

Letting himself take the Weretiger like that.

He only wanted to kill him, but now he had only wished to hear that the Weretiger had accepted his apologies, to all the letters he would leave for Kyouka to pick up.

For something comforting to the sin he hadn’t meant to commit.

“I raped the Weretiger. During his heat…”

Chuuya blinked, before looking at Akutagawa in shock, seeing the regret in the other Alpha’s eyes.

The silver eyes looked blue.

“The alpha just…Took over… Wanted to take care of the Omega… And… It just happened…. It wasn’t supposed to…”

Chuuya blinked a few more times, before turning back to the building.

“Think about it this way Akutagawa…”

Silence filled as Akutagawa stared at Chuuya, listening to his next words carefully.

“It’s likely… That someone as perceptive as him will know how you feel….” Akutagawa stared at him for a moment longer, before turning up to the sky instead, following the sudden change in Chuuya’s gaze.

He didn’t feel angry about the Alpha, he didn’t want to tell him to forgive the Alpha or himself.

It made him feel just a bit better.

“I certainly hope so… The Weretiger can be pretty useless when it comes to using that part of his brain.

“  All you care about is killing whatever or whoever is in front of you!  ”

He closed his eyes, before turning back to the stars of pure gray.

He could only hope.

He could only hope that the Weretiger could move on, unlike him.

He wished to move on…

But sometimes, the only thing a person can do is drink themselves to oblivion, far worse than Chuuya ever could…

{~:~}

Atsushi felt his heart skip a few beats at the sight of his new partner, a tall green/brown haired Alpha that was now seated next to him. After Kyouka had decided to partner up with one of the other girls in Office, one he knew she had taken a liking too, an Omega at that, Tagami Machiko, he was partnered up with one of the Alphas that had gone over seas for an investigation.

Akiyuki Nosaka smiled at him when he entered the room, followed with the question of him being Atsushi Nakajima, and his heart fluttered.

And it didn’t stop.

[marichild]

uhhhh I went insane and wrote. a drabble(?) about it. shifted timelines to post cannibalism arc and I already have a plot ish in my head but yeah atsushi isn't actually dead because I may cry trying to write that. it'd break me.

Atsushi isn't breathing.

"Shit," Ryuunosuke breathes out, "shit, shit, Jinko—"

There's blood and Atsushi's left arm and right leg are missing and he's so sickly pale, paler than Ryuunosuke; panic makes his head spin and he clutches Atsushi closer, tilting his head to check his pulse.

"Shit, shit, shit," he repeats, willing Rashoumon not to pull back lest he drop Atsushi from his trembling arms, shaking so much he can't believe it, "shit, Jinko, wake up, wake up, you're not supposed to die yet, not yet—"

It's there. Faint, so faint, he almost misses it, wingbeats fluttering to nothing, but it's there, and it doesn't do anything to dissipate the panic clinging to his lungs because it's fading fast—

more interactions with kuni and dazai once he gets atsushi to the ada under cut!

tw mild mental health stuff (mentions of a psychotic episode)

"I thought you'd want Atsushi to die," Kunikida says after a long moment. "Haven't you been hellbent on killing him this entire time?"

Ryuunosuke's eyes narrow. "What are you trying to say, detective?" he growls. "Are you insinuating that I'd kill the weretiger in an unfair fight? Or are you saying that I'm here to go against my boss's orders?"

"You did do this," Kunikida returns, just as heated.

Rashoumon springs out, arching toward Kunikida's throat. "How dare you—"

"Now, now," Dazai cuts in, one hand darting out to stop Rashoumon in its tracks, and Ryuunosuke flinches back, mind a flurry of shield shield shield before he remembers, "you're disobeying Mori-san's orders now, Akutagawa-kun. Cooperation won't work if you kill our second-in-command."

For a second, betrayal rips through Ryuunosuke, as familiar as it is sour. Why would Dazai-san protect that man? And then he remembers, Dazai-san's loyalties are different. As it has been for four years.

"I didn't kill the weretiger on purpose," he says, surprised by how ragged he sounds. "That's not—we had an agreement. I wouldn't violate that. I wouldn't ever try to."

"He's not dead, Akutagawa-kun," Dazai draws back, settling onto the couch with his legs crossed again. "Yosano-san was able to heal him. That's her ability, remember?"

Ryuunosuke doesn't understand why his legs nearly give out with relief. "Huh?" he manages. Dazai's mouth curls, vaguely amused as always. "He's not—?"

"The problem is that he isn't waking up," Kunikida says, now standing a healthy distance away from them both. "His body is physically fine now. The tiger regrew his arm and leg too. We think it has to do with his mental state."

"His mental state?"

"Atsushi-kun was in the hospital for a psychotic episode a week ago," Dazai says. "He hasn't fully recovered. That, and the blunt force trauma, is probably what's keeping him down."

"Psychotic...?"

"He has a rough history," Dazai tells him. "It's not my place to divulge the details, but his short life has been miserable. He's had a good few months here at the Agency, but only a few months of reprieve could happen before his demons caught up to him."

The first thing Ryuunosuke thinks is, is that why you prefer him to me? and he has to tamp it down, because that's hardly the most important thing, it's all too clear that Dazai simply doesn't have Ryuunosuke down as a priority anymore even if he hates it. And then, "how old is the weretiger?"

"My, you don't even know that?" Dazai actually looks amused now, mouth curled, eyebrows raised, eyes twinkling. Hot shame flushes Ryuunosuke's skin. "Atsushi's eighteen years old."

Shit, is Ryuunosuke's only coherent thought. That's—barely two years younger than Ryuunosuke, but—he's young. He'd just assumed Atsushi looked young, but eighteen is a life hardly lived. Psychotic episodes? What causes such—?

"I'd have thought you'd make it your business to know as much as you could," Dazai says. "Isn't he your rival, Akutagawa-kun?"

Truthfully, Ryuunosuke couldn't handle looking into Atsushi. Learning something about Dazai's new subordinate, his new protege, beyond what's necessary—rage and hate and despair claw so thickly up his throat when he thinks about it, a chorus of unfair unfair unfair why you why you why you ringing in his ears.

He's not Dazai. He's not Chuuya. He's not like them, obsessively nitpicking details about his rival, finding tricks and secrets to play with—no, he'd take on Atsushi headfirst, in a fair fight of strength and willpower. Except, except, right now—

"Will he wake?" he asks, struggling to breathe. He shouldn't be so bothered. He's killed a hundred men and a hundred more for pettier reasons. For reasons not much less shallower than violence, plain and simple. Yet, when it's Nakajima Atsushi, who he promised a fair fight, who he's lent his power twice—

that's p much all I got :d might make it into a full fic eventually!!!

Waking up to a nightmare (colored ver)

[sskk-ao3feed]

Young Love or Whatever Euphemism We Use for Insanity

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ExYR4gs by SlovoRic Even absorbed in the detective novel he’s been reading as a treat for completing his business assignment, Atsushi still notices a man come up to his table. It’d be hard not to; in a black, ripped at the bottom long trench coat like some kind of noir villain and movement elegantly jagged, the man practically screams for attention. A vintage- or historical, maybe? It’s got a cravat- white shirt, a whole bunch of chains, overplucked eyebrows and eye bags likely exaggerated with makeup, the man clinks a tall latte with caramel drizzle and marshmallows against the mosaic tabletop. What’s his deal? Atsushi looks up from his reading with a small smile, cocking his head. “Your hair.” The man says in lue of an introduction, because he’s clearly not sane, “I couldn’t help but take notice. It’s ridiculous. Please accept this coffee as my condolences for looking like that.” Such an odd encounter, no doubt, would lead to a no less odd relationship. Words: 4187, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: a whole bunch of other characters are mentioned but these are the ones with speaking roles, tagging is stinky and icky pass it on, Haircuts, First Meetings, Coffee, Out of Character, Stalking, Kidnapping, chuuya is so nice in this i love him, Nakajima Atsushi-centric (Bungou Stray Dogs), is this at all coherent? fuck no, i banged it all out in one day what do you expect, soft, Fluff, Getting to Know Each Other, uhhhhhh, god help me cause idk either, Creepy Fluff, this was an attempt at humour at the beginning but then it sorta wasn't anymore, this also has crack-ish undertones, Getting Together read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ExYR4gs

[collidewithgalaxies]

i have some Thoughts, headcanons if you will, about some bsd characters

Kunikida:

he wakes up at the crack of dawn

takes meticulous care of his appearance (absolute king of self care)

he watches self-help videos as much as he can. it’s his version of instagram

same with self-help podcasts

he has like, 10 pairs of the same glasses. (think iida but a little toned down)

HE ALWAYS MAKES SURE HIS SOCKS ARE MATCHING.

100% jogs in the morning (and he stretches beforehand, the bastard)

would be lowkey really good at dancing, but since he doesn’t consider that an ideal part of life, he’s never tried it.

refuses to get drunk around dazai

dad friend AND designated driver

Dazai:

most definitely does not wake up at the ass-crack of dawn

probably rolls out of bed at 8:30 and walks into the agency at 8:59

wants to sleep in a coffin once, just bc he thought it would be funny

epitome of “i woke up like this” whether the “this” was good or bad

nobody knows if he eats breakfast or not, but he does drink a lot of coffee

buys burner phones occasionally just to harass talk to chuuya

he eats an obscene amount of junk food though. kunikida is impressed that he’s still alive

consistently tries to get kunikida drunk (it’s a goal of his)

goes to sleep sometime between midnight and 4 am

Atsushi:

sets four different alarms every morning, sleeps through three and rushes through his morning routine, only to arrive at the agency 15 minutes early

he has a solid half hour of the day dedicated to wondering if Akutagawa is in need of some form of therapy

(he has decided the answer is yes, but will never tell him)

is the only person who actually answers dazai’s “emergency calls”

he reads his horoscope in the morning

he checks everyone else’s too

actively avoids listening to tschaikovsky’s ‘waltz of the flowers’ from the nutcracker suite

he tries to go to bed at 11 pm but never does, and occasionally takes walks late at night

once saw akutagawa at the laundromat at 2 am. he’s still not sure if it was a dream or not.

Akutagawa:

unironically wants to sleep in a coffin “because Dazai-san said he wanted to!”

will never tell anyone about that though

he wonders who Chuuya keeps getting calls from (it’s Dazai on a burner phone)

also actively avoids listening to tschaikovsky’s ‘waltz of the flowers’ from the nutcracker suite

has been known to lash out with rashoumon when abruptly woken up

will also never admit to needing some form of therapy

nobody (except gin) really knows where he lives, not even higuchi

nobody really knows if/when he eats or sleeps

he’s known as the ‘grumpy goth’ at the laundromat, and goes there only at 2 am

Chuuya:

constantly complaining about getting random calls from dazai. (he doesn’t outright say dazai, but he knows it’s him)

always says he’ll change his number, but never will

he feeds stray cats early in the morning

goes to sleep at 10 pm, and wakes up at 6:30

very deep sleeper, sometimes he wakes up on the ceiling because he activates his ability in his sleep

secretly doesn’t hate being short

he’s the mom friend (think pm onsen drama cd type mom friend)

is super meticulous about his shoes, and will buy the nicest ones he can find

wonders why akutagawa is so grumpy, and why he always skips ‘waltz of the flowers’ whenever it comes on

[svnflowery]

the three times you made akutagawa blush, and the one time he acted on it — akutagawa ryuunosuke

akutagawa x gn!reader (feat. a wild gin appearance)

genre: fluff

warnings: mention of a changing room in the third one

a/n: *kicks your door down* I AM HERE YET AGAIN BRINGING YOU AKU CONTENT— okay, but i hope you like this one. we rarely get to see canon soft aku, so i'm scared of making him ooc... pls dont diss me. i hope u like this and hopefully it brings you comfort! <3

i.

the pitter-patter of the rain droplets kissing the window of your living room made for a nice background noise while you made some hot chocolate, humming softly to yourself one of the songs akutagawa had showed you the other day.

said boy was sitting on the couch, head resting against the glass and eyes closed. smiling at the sight you put extra marshmallows on his cup, knowing he loved the sweets despite him denying it every time someone else asked him about it. you put the two mugs on the windowsill, tapping your lover on the knee so he would wake up from his little nap. the sight of his cup as he woke up made him groan, remembering gin's cheeky smile when she gave it to him —the corny pun making akutagawa raise an eyebrow but he took it nonetheless— causing you to snicker while you took a blanket from the top of the sofa, sitting close to akutagawa and wrapping you two in a little blanket coccoon.

you spent the afternoon like that, forgetting about your empty mugs after a while and cuddling closer to your boyfriend, kissing him softly from his neck up until his cheek, biting it jokingly and making him jerk with a horrified expression and a deep blush resting on his pale face. after a while, you suddenly rose your head from its resting position on akutagawa's chest.

"look, aku, it's us." you giggled childishly.

"i told you to drop the nickname, you dummy..."

you pointed at the window with your chin, ignoring his comment.

there on the fog that had formed on the glass you had drawn two stick figures, —one with a little blob on its back— and a heart between them. "it's us" you grinned, looking at him. he didn't know what to say, suddenly overwhelmed with a tightness in his chest he couldn't describe. you always managed to catch him off guard, and he couldn't help but shove your head to his chest as he sniffled quietly. "you're so stupidly adorable" he muttered, and you couldn't stop the joyful giggle that came out of you, tightening your grip around his middle with your heart singing the loudest love serenades to him.

ii.

there was a distant thundering as you walked down the streets of yokohama, hand intertwined with your boyfriend's, sheltered in his coat's pocket. he was holding the umbrella while you talked his ear off, gesticulating animatedly with your free hand. he was wearing the scarf you had given him previously, the red contrasting beautifully against his black signature coat.

"i insist"

"i'm fine, you will get co—"

he got interrupted by your hands around his neck, making him blush at the sudden proximity. taking advantage of his little flustered shock, you quickly fastened your scarf comfortably around his neck. "i can manage a little cold" you smiled at him, taking his pink, soft cheek on your hand, "but you have a lung illness, aku. let me look out for my beloved, yeah?" he nodded, a bit dumbfounded, as you resumed your walk. he stayed silent after that, fighting the tears threatening to spill, for he had never been shown such thoughtfulness, especially regarding his illness. you never failed to make him feel cared for, instead of pitied like people usually did. his hold on your hand tightened, but you didn't notice.

"do you wanna stop and get something to drink? it looks like it might stop raining soon. we could wait it out!" you asked, pointing at the sky to further prove your point. akutagawa nodded with a little smile, noticing your reddened nose and giving it a quick, featherly kiss. blinking, the warmth spread to your whole face, a sudden shyness invading you.

iii.

"i'm not sure about this—"

"hurry up, i wanna see!"

"just shush and come out already!"

akutagawa put his face on his hands, sighing deeply.

he was currently on a changing booth, hiding from your and gin's curious eyes behind the courtains. you three had gone shopping, much to akutagawa's dismay, as kouyou had semi-forced the port mafia to attend yokohama's summer festival, insisting on everyone wearing traditional clothing to get the full experience.

he could already feel you both starting to rush him again, so he just ripped the courtain open, wanting to get this over with. he crossed his arms and looked to the side, huffing.

"handsome as expected!"

"you look amazing!"

he grunted, finally looking at you both, the tip of his ears quickly reddening at the praising words he would never get used to hearing.

after him it was gin's turn, and he looked with soft eyes as you drowned his little sister in compliments, the poor girl a stuttering mess as you held her hands and twirled her around. "you're gonna be the star of the festival!" you exclaimed, attracting some attention to you both and almost making gin pass out from all the attention.

gin excused herself after that, going to get some water to calm herself (and to hide from the other costumer's eyes, who were amazed at her beauty) while you changed into your chosen piece of garment. it fit you well, and you felt beautiful in it, smiling at your reflection. as you came out, you saw akutagawa's eyes comically widening as he covered his face with a poor attempt of a cough, not-really-sneakily looking you up and down before adverting his gaze.

"so?" you twirled slowly, showing him the fit, and posing a bit awkwardly at the end. "what do you think?"

he muttered something but you couldn't hear it since he was covering his mouth, so you came closer to him, asking to repeat it again.

"i-i said you look. you look. um..." he stuttered trying to come up with the right words, making you giggle as you pecked his nose. "i take it as you like it, then" you whispered teasingly, but before you could stand up, he grabbed your face a bit roughly and kissed you, clumsily bumping his nose with yours, breaking apart with shaking hands. "you— you look stunning" he said, looking so deeply into your eyes that you had to break apart, covering your face. "u-uh. thank you, aku." it came out as a squeal for he had caught you completely out of guard with such a rare blatant public display of affection. you two looked really cute, though, and from the corner of your eye you could see gin standing there, giving you a thumbs up.

[inamagicalhallucination]

on akutagawa's side

akutagawa, quietly: i need to talk to you two

hirotsu: it must be important since you've locked us in your office

gin:

akutagawa: gin already knows but i wanted to formally invite you both to my... wedding.

hirotsu:

hirotsu, tearing up: wedding? i would be honored-

higuchi and tachihara listening through the door:

higuchi: senpai is getting MARRIED to WHO????

tachihara: big bro must have wanted to surprise us with the invitation!!! im gonna go pick out a suit

higuchi: you think so?? well i guess i will find it to be happy for him... since it clearly means a lot... i just wish i knew who...

tachihara: you're joking right? its obviously the agency's weretiger

higuchi: literally yesterday senpai said he'd rip him to shreds

tachihara: cuz he sent him a cute picture

higuchi: how do you know this

tachihara: gin tells me stuff

higuchi:

tachihara: and plus you should be the first to know - you have everything about big bro memorized

higuchi:

higuchi: well admittedly my attention lately... has...

chuuya, popping up: did i hear you guys talking about MARRAIGE

tachihara: big bro aku's getting hitched!!!

chuuya: WHAT

chuuya: AND HE DIDN'T TELL ME

chuuya: HOW DARE- WAIT

chuuya, pulling out a piece of paper that has nothing but gps coordinates, a date, and time and a "be there": do you think this was my invitation?

tachihara: looks like a threat tbh

on atsushi's side:

atsushi, standing on a table: everyone i have an announcement

the ada:

kunikida: is this more important than the mission we are discussing that requires the ENTIRE ada

atsushi: well-

fukuzawa, who was told prior because dad privileges: yes. it is.

kunikida: oh-

junichiro: oh my god

junichiro: you're dying aren't you-

naomi: WHAT?

yosano: atsushi, make your way straight to my office and i'll fix-

atsushi: i am NOT dying!!

junichiro: he's turning traitor for that eyebrow less bastard AKUTAGAWA. i knew we should have killed him!!

kyouka: :( atsushi if you go to the mafia, i will follow. but im not happy about it

dazai: atsushi i refuse to allow you to tranfer-

kunikida: do not think that you can leave without a two week notice.

ranpo, who knows but for ranpo reasons: atsushi mori is stinky why would you work for him

atsushi: im NOT joining the mafia

junichiro: oh my god you're-

atsushi: NO STOP IT

atsushi: im getting married!!!

ada:

ada:

junichiro: OH MY GOD YOU AND AKUTAGAWA???

atsushi: yes!!

junichiro: IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU I'VE ALWAYS LIKED HIM

ada:

ranpo: i already knew this btw and im also all ready to go wedding cake shopping with you

yosano: i'll start preparing to set up a medical tent as soon as you give us the location

fukuzawa: i have to practice my walk

naomi: do you have a suit yet??? we can go shopping together- wait show me your ring

dazai: AS ATSUSHI'S FATHER

atsushi: you're not my dad

dazai: AND THE HUSBAND OF ATSUSHI'S OTHER FATHER

kunikida: i hope you arent alluding to me

dazai: I DESERVE TO WALK HIM DOWN THE AISLE

kenji: i thought dad's did that!!

kyouka: and president is the only one here who has a number 1 dad mug!

dazai: AND OBVIOUSLY I'LL BE THE BEST MAN

kunikida: now WAIT JUST ONE MOMENT-

kyouka: i think i should be the best man

naomi: well personally i think i should be-

atsushi, whispering to ranpo: after this can you explain to me what a best man is and why president needs to practice his walk

ranpo: if you pay me

atsushi: extra wedding cake just for you

ranpo: okay!!

sskk wedding but the ada gets in a fist fight over each role

who's walking atsushi down the aisle

who's the best men and who r the groomsmen

ushers (?)

sskk wedding but the pm get in a fist fight but akutagawa was only going to invite gin and chuuya and maybe higuchi and hirotsu and now he feels awkward

[ifellintothestyx]

I keep thinking about that moment when Akutagawa called Atsushi "stupid".

"Stupid" which could be changed to "Idiot" and then translated to "Baka" in the anime (I'm not sure. For the sake of this post, just think about it).

So, one thought led to another:

In the aftermath of the Dracula virus, the ex-infected Port Mafia members are resting in a large infirmary. It's open for the ADA to enter and leave freely, since the building was damaged in the battle and no one wanted to cover up the huge hole in the wall. Yosano was also needed there to help tend to the wounded and check the conditions of the cured mafiosos, and she refused to do so without a member of the Agency at her side.

Akutagawa was the first to wake, which was surprising since he was turned first. He felt well-rested, like he never had before. He was always pushing himself to the limits after all, just to gain his approval. He did not have time for relaxing activities, and the only reason he slept at all was because his sister was a terrifying force of nature when she was worried.

Gin! Akutagawa immediately sat up, concern for his sister bubbling up. Vague memories of her at his side surfaced, her face contorted unnaturally in a way that sent chills down his spine from just remembering. His sister wasn't supposed to look like that. She looked terrifying at work, but at home, where it was just the two of them, the soft kindness on her face spoke louder than her pretty voice.

He was ready to bolt up from the bed to see her, when a familiar boy stepped into view.

Jinko looked exhausted at first. There were bags under his eyes, and some of the naivety in them that Akutagawa first found revolting was gone. He looked like he'd been through hell. He's starting to look like me.

When their gazes met, the relief that spread across the younger's face surprised him. It was quickly covered up as Jinko walked forward, but he could still see traces of it in the golden hue of his eyes.

"You're awake," Jinko breathed.

"Naturally. What did you expect?" Akutagawa replied, raising an eyebrow.

Jinko looked annoyed at first, then amused, and then he snorted. "I'm-I'm not sure, but, uh, are you–pfft–raising an eyebrow right now?"

Akutagawa immediately activated Rashoumon, the black demonic cloth piercing the ground beside Jinko. To his satisfaction, a brief squeak left Jinko's mouth as he stepped away.

Didn't I give away my coat?

Akutagawa's eyes widened as he reached behind his shoulder to grasp at the familiar leather. He had only just realized the coat was there, the familiar weight of it as natural as... well, not breathing, but maybe the constant ache of his lungs.

Which, now that he thought about it, was gone.

His hand trailed down to his chest, gripping the front of his shirt as he took in the first deep breath of his life without feeling the rattle in his lungs and the strong urge to cough. The feeling was so foreign, so nice, but strange, all the same, and for one bizarre moment, he wished he had his sickness back. Then, he realized he didn't have to die.

He didn't have to die anymore.

He didn't have to leave Gin, and Higuchi, and Tachihara, and Hirotsu-san, and Chuuya-san.

He didn't have to die.

"The Dracula virus, when it revived you, seemed to have fixed your lung problem," Jinko explained as he took a seat next to him. "When Yosano-sensei healed you, the effects stayed."

Akutagawa couldn't speak for a shock-filled minute. When he recovered, he turned to Jinko.

"Where is my sister?" He asked sharply. Funny, how he hadn't noticed the change in his voice before.

He realized that Jinko probably didn't know he had a sister, and opened his mouth to clarify, when Jinko snapped his fingers.

"Oh! Gin-san! Don't worry, she's here. She's just asleep," he said in a reassuring tone. "She and the others are recovering quickly. Yosano-sensei said they might wake up later in the day."

The relief of knowing his sister and his friends are all safe drowned out the strong urge to ask him how he knew Gin was his sister.

They sat in silence for a moment. Akutagawa was never good at small talk, but he could feel the tension hanging between them. The last time they had seen each other, Akutagawa been speaking through the pain in his throat, telling him to save himself. Jinko had reached out to save him, a fruitless act, but the honest concern and fear for his life had left him feeling... somewhat satisfied. Because Jinko was good, and kind, and the light that so many others seemed to rally behind and follow, and it both pleased and scared him somehow that his kindness extended to him.

"You know," Jinko started, "your last words were pretty dramatic."

Akutagawa scowled at him. "What do you mean, dramatic?" He ignored the shakiness of Jinko's voice when he said last words.

"'Idiot. Hurry up and go'," Jinko recited. The words sounded as if they were spoken more than once. Akutagawa decided not to think about the implication behind that.

"Well, you are stupid," Akutagawa said bluntly. Jinko rolled his eyes.

"How many days has it been?" Akutagawa asked.

"Three days since the last fight," Jinko answered. "Unfortunately, Fuck-you—I mean, Fukuchi escaped, but now that the Hunting Dogs are helping us, we might be able to corner him soon."

Discontentment, frustration, and anger rose up within him. That bastard isn't dead yet? And why were those Hunting Dogs helping them?

"To be honest, they aren't so bad," Jinko said. "They were just doing their jobs, after all, and Tecchou-san and Teruko-san were actually pretty nice, if you ignore Teruko-san's ranting about how she'll rip out the tendons of the rest of the Decay of Angels. Jouno-san, though, he apologized once, to both Yosano and Kunikida, then decided he was too good for any of us to speak with him. Only Dazai-san seemed to be the one getting through to him, honestly."

Tecchou? Teruko? Jouno? Who the hell were they?

"Dazai-san is back?" Akutagawa asked, shocked. He decided to ask about the other three later.

"Yes. His charges were mysteriously dropped, and now he's been pestering Jouno-san about the Hunting Dogs' methods for an hour now. Tecchou-san says he's impressed at how Jouno-san managed to keep himself from shooting him." Jinko sighed in a world-weary way.

After a long silence, Jinko spoke up again. "My name is Nakajima Atsushi."

Akutagawa blinked. "You have an actual name?"

Jinko looked irritated. "Of course I have an actual name! Did you really think I was named Jinko at the orphanage?!"

Akutagawa nodded. "Fine. You have a name. But, unless you defeat me in our battle a few months from now, I will refer to you as Jinko."

"Don't."

"Nakajinko Atsushi, then."

"I–No!"

Just then, a hilarious thought crossed Akutagawa's mind.

"Bakajinko Atsushi."

"I'm going to kill you."

"Been there, done that."

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“You can’t take too much,” Dazai hummed, brushing his gloved hand slowly through Atsushi’s hair. “Look at the shape he’s in.” The weretiger lay, cheek pressed to Dazai’s thigh, expression distant. He wasn’t present, wouldn’t be for a while yet, and Dazai’s fingers trailed down his neck to rub over the still-bleeding holes. Dusky red blossomed on the white material, and Dazai touched the tainted fingers to his lips, intimately familiar with the scent of Atsushi’s blood.

Akutagawa sat on his knees, back straight and attention fully on Dazai, despite the displeased expression on his features. There was still blood on his chin, Atsushi’s blood, and Dazai could smell it in Akutagawa’s veins from here. “He can’t be turned,” Dazai said sharply, resting his hand in Atsushi’s hair. “He belongs to the moon.”

“He belongs to me,” Akutagawa said sharply, and Dazai’s eyebrow arched. Akutagawa’s hands were in fists on his knees; arms shaking but head held high.

“Does he now.” Dazai caught Atsushi’s chin, twisted his head slightly. Atsushi was limp, let himself be manhandled without complaint. “I think we should ask him, Akutagawa-kun. What do you think Atsushi-kun is going to say to such a bold pronouncement?”

Akutagawa did not respond, simmering quietly—and Dazai laughed, though there was no mirth in his voice. He brushed his hand down Atsushi’s neck again, tilted over him as his palm covered his shoulder, brushed down his arm. “Who is it that you belong to, I wonder?” he hummed, directed at Atsushi, still in his twilight state. “My coarse and undisciplined fledgling? Or perhaps…” He slid his hand under Atsushi’s head, lifted him up enough so that Dazai’s tongue could lave over the puncture wounds.

It happened faster than the growl that erupted from Akutagawa’s throat at the tender attention; Dazai’s head was snapped back by Atsushi’s palm, he rolled backward and away, out of Dazai’s reach.

This resulted in an actual laugh from Dazai, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth and watching Atsushi slink on all fours to Akutagawa, who still sat in the same position. With much effort Akutagawa lifted his hand and cradled Atsushi’s face; and Atsushi leaned in close, touched his forehead to Akutagawa’s, closed his eyes.

With a voice that should not have been as clear as it was, Atsushi spoke. “I should rip out your throat, Dazai-san.”

“Mm.” Dazai touched two fingers to his throat. “You could certainly try, Atsushi-kun. I won’t stop you.”

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P R E F E R E N C E # 7 - I N S E C U R E



D A Z A I

“To be honest, I don’t love myself.” Your voice would tremble, your eyes closing as you admitted your deepest darkest secret to the love of your life. “I hate everything from my face, to my body, to even my personality sometimes. I feel as if I am constantly putting up a good, convincing facade for you and for everyone else that I love, but the truth is sometimes I’m not strong enough to pretend. A lot of the time I’m downright exhausted.” Dazai would listen to you carefully, thumb rubbing reassuring circles into the palm of your hand. Never once would his eyes leave yours; it was important to him that you knew he was listening. “How can someone like you even love a girl like me?” You would utter, a tear rolling down your cheek miserably. Hand reaching up to brush it away, Dazai would catch your wrist mid reach and lean forward to kiss your tear away himself. “Don’t utter another word.” Dazai would suck in a sharp inhale, staring at you wordlessly. For once, Dazai would be speechless. How could you say such a thing about yourself? Dazai did NOT like it. Not. One. Bit. “I won’t allow you to say such hurtful things to yourself. Y/N, you are beautiful.” Stroking your face with diligence and perceptiveness, Dazai would drink in every last detail as if it were the very last time he would be seeing you. “Every.” Kiss. “Last.” Kiss. “Bit.” Kiss. “Of.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “I love that face. Those eyes, that button nose, those soft lips.” Brushing his fingers over your face, he would lift your chin to give you a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love that body. Those collarbones, those curves, especially those-“

“Dazai.” You would giggle, grabbing his hands that were just about to cup around your breasts. “Sorry, love. Got a little carried away.” He would laugh sheepishly, happy though to see your smiling face. “Most importantly though, I love that heart of yours. I love your willingness to help others, your patience, your understanding, your compassion. You may not think you are perfect, and you may not love yourself, but please know that I do. I love every last inch of you up until I take my very last breath.” Head dipping down to press against your heart, Dazai would let out a thankful sigh at the erratic thumps. He loved when he could hear your heart pound quickly knowing that it was for him and him alone. “Dazai...” You would whisper with difficulty controlling your breathing. “I love you.” Lifting his head to meet yours, your lips would mold against each other in the most pristine way. “I love you, my perfect, beautiful girl.”

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C H U U Y A

“Why are you looking at yourself like that?” Chuuya would ask innocently, eyebrows knitting together as he watched you examine yourself in the mirror. “Nothing looks good.” You would mutter, ripping the dress off of you as you sunk to your knees, tears flooding quickly to your eyes. “Nothing ever looks good on me. I’m-I’m hideous.” Choking out the words, your head would bury in your hands, shame filling you to the brim. Chuuya would be shocked. No, not shocked. Horrified. Absolutely, positively horrified. Why would you even think such a thing? Why would you even associate yourself with the word ‘hideous’? You of all people? “Y/N...” Chuuya would gape, unable to fully comprehend what he was feeling. Was it sadness? Was it shock? Was it horror? “Don’t. Don’t lie to me, Chuuya. I’m hideous and you know it.” You would say spitefully, shaking your head. With this statement, Chuuya would finally know exactly what it was he was feeling: anger. It was anger. “Stop it. You, stop this right this instance.” Pulling your limp body up by your armpits, he would turn you to face the mirror a little aggressively, his face grave with sincerity. “You tell me what you think is so hideous and I’ll tell you why you are wrong.” Chuuya insisted, going behind you to lift your head so you were forced to stare at your reflection. “Everything.” You would mumble stubbornly, choosing to avert your eyes to his reflection instead. “Everything? Everything, Y/N?” Chuuya would take a deep breath to control his emotions, his eyes closing as a way to ground himself. “So, you mean to tell me that you’re insecure about your face? Your beautiful face? The face that makes my heart melt? Those eyes that I could stare into for hours on end and not even have the slightest of urges to move?” Running his fingers over your cheekbones from behind, he would smile as a blush crept to your cheeks. “Don’t even get me started on that blush of yours. If I could make you blush everyday for the rest of my life I would be the luckiest man to live.” Pinching your right cheek lovingly, he would kiss the top of your head. You were beginning to smile, he could feel the weight of the world slowly lifting from your shoulders and it made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. “And you mean to tell me your body is hideous? This body? These shoulders, this chest, these dips and curves that I love oh so much? Y/N, it goes without mentioning how much I love this body of yours. God, do you even have the slightest idea how you make me feel just by looking the way you do? I’m lucky...I’m so fucking lucky.” Kissing from your neck, to your shoulders, to your collarbone you would let out a soft moan as Chuuya focused in on your soft spot, making deep bruises with his mouth. “Y/N, will you allow me to show you just how beautiful I think you are?” Chuuya would inquire, words hot against your exposed skin. Who were you to say no? Nodding your head weakly, you would let out a small squeak when Chuuya was suddenly lifting you from behind, carrying you to your bedroom eager to show you just how much he loved you hoping in return you would love yourself just as much.

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A K U T A G A W A

He would be furious. Unequivocally, irreversibly furious. What did you mean you thought you weren’t pretty? What did you mean you were insecure about everything down to the last, nitty-gritty detail? Surely, you were joking with him. Surely, you were giving him a hard time? But that look in your eye...That broken look in your eye told him otherwise. You truly meant what you said. “I can feel your anger.” You would sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder in a comforting way. “But you mustn’t blame yourself, Aku. I’ve always been like this. Before you, with you, after you-“

“You’re wrong.” That statement would rub him the wrong way, his eyes connecting with yours with a vehement passion you’d never quite seen before in your life. “Wrong because there will be no me without you. Wrong because if it’s the last thing I do, you will never have to feel insecure while we’re together. It is my sole purpose to make you feel loved, to make you feel like you’re the most beautiful person in the world and until you feel that way I will have failed you. And I don’t ever want to fail you, Y/N.” Aku would never once break the eye contact he held with you, knowing that the second he could your eyes might wonder allowing yourself to think those self-destructing thoughts once again. And that was simply unacceptable. “I promise you, Y/N, if it is the last thing I do, I will make you look at yourself the same way I look at you. I promise.” Pulling you in for a passionate kiss, a surge of electricity would pulse through your entire body, your body becoming weak under his dominant touch. Instantly, his tongue would lick at your lips before forcing its way through to wrestle with your own. The kiss would be unruly, but determined to make the point it was desperately trying to prove. Furthermore, just as Aku would have wanted, you would have crumbled to dust beneath him as he kissed you with the passion of a thousand suns, simply showing you no mercy. “Jump.” He would growl as his arms hooked beneath you, lifting you so you were forced to straddle his body. After a few intense moments of kissing you with no let up, you would finally pull away from him, head disoriented, breathing ragged and wild. “I love you so much, Y/N. And I’m so, so sorry I have failed you.” Akutagawa would whisper, lips pressing to your forehead as you still continued to fight for your breath, your eyes wild with lust. “You will never let me down, Aku. I love you so very much.” Pressing your forehead against his, Aku would sigh eyes connecting with yours instinctively. He would make you see. Even if it was the last thing he did.

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BSD Characters As Shit Me And My Friends Have Said, Part Two

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Ranpo: stfu (dazai) you cant watch dora with me

Yosano: I’m 99% sure my History teacher just said “Look at all those homos!” like damn no need to call me out

Dazai: Ť̈́̐H̢ͯ͋Ä҉̝̖͔T͗̈͜ ̇̋̔Iͬ̎ͧSͭͮ̅ ̔̊̓NͫͥͪO͂̓̃T͌͌͜ ͊͌̚F̢͙͊Û̂̈C̷͊̑K̆͆ͥI͙͛͢Nͦ̀͛Gͮ͏̗ ͦ̓ͨMͮ͒ͪḮ͑̍Lͭ̈́̀Kͯͪ̓

Chuuya: @(dazai) thats what your head’s gonna look like after i kick your skull in.

Kyouka?: cutely eats jolley rancher while deadass sobbing

Kenji: Do cows have eyebrows?

Atsushi: when i told (dazai-san) that apparently someone’s baby stopped breathing he responded with “RIP that baby ayyyyy”

Kunikida: Please do not message and/or call (Dazai). He needs to get his work done and if you message him it will distract him and he will never get anything turned in. 

Higuchi: he’s surpassed daddy- he’s father.

Gin: yum yellow bone marrow

Akutagawa: We’re all just skin bags filled with meat and shit.