#this took a bit but. CHUUYA AND BIRDS!!!

[justplaggin]

bsd wan 184: chuuya's great and mysterious stories – the secret friend

translation by me | do not repost outside of tumblr

[chocsra]

yknow tht chuuyas friend got killed during the dragon head conflicts, right?(source dead apple) yea, wht if reader was one of them. letter fics reader confessing her love to chuuya and him finding it after she died.

"Tainted With Sin, Weakness Comes From Love."

16! Chuuya x implied fem! reader

summary: chuuya finds your letters to him after your death in the dragon head conflict

content: angst, heavy mentions of death, swearing

There, the boy remained victorious.

Others would furrow their brows, feel their heart clench into an impending drop. The utter and impeccable fear of such a small body, a young boy who yearned for nothing but a reason - a purpose, holding such power. He was as if he was sculpted by a passionate artist, a woman who presented herself as a 'mother' - soft orange locks, the ever glow of his skin that never left his face, and a harmonic assortment of features, those features that made him special. A child who was stringed together like a melodic harp by a mother is every child, and that was Nakahara Chuuya. He too, was a child.

At least, he felt like one.

"Chuuya," A tall, ginger woman speaks solemnly, clasping her hands together elegantly, as always. "here - [Y/N]'s stuff." Kouyou passes a large cardboard box to the boy; items like notebooks, pens, photos, and sticky notes. It had only been 14 days after the Dragon Head Conflict, and yet, the world's lost all sense of art: skies have been less blue, birds more or so melodically sing mantras of sorrow, rather than blissful chirps. Maybe it was because of his comrades who died, maybe it's because you were one of them, or maybe, it's his brain using his frustration with the world against him. In this box, consider it pandora's box of humanity - perhaps the sight alone brightened the sky, awakened the birds. You existed, and so, he longs to feel your existence once more. Be it through letters.

Chuuya runs his fingers along a folder of letters you've written. He'll close his eyes and pretend it's your skin - he'll close his eyes and make out each indent of each thought, each question you held for the universe on that paper.

Dear Chuuya,

Happy Birthday! You finally turned 16, loser. You're all over the Port Mafia, you know? Double Black is so goddamn popular I've been approached by people I don't know asking if we're friends. So ahem, here are my birthday wishes for my boy best friend - the only one I share my gossip to that isn't a girl.

You get taller.

You find out what the hell happened before you were 8.

A girl would finally like you or something - rare, I know.

You finally get a dog. PLEASE shut up about it :)

Thank you for being my friend, even though you lose your shit when we play UNO with Albatross. Get good, kid.

Sincerely,

- [Y/N].

The redhead can practically feel himself scoffing, even though it was more like a chuckle, before sealing the letter once again; a small smile tugging on his lips even though he finds himself wiping a bit of tears from his cheeks.

"Why did it have to be you?.." Chuuya chuckles, swallowing thickly to cover the strain of tears spilling out. Crystal tears were never a threat to the boy - once again, such things like a heart doesn't suit him - yet, he finds it ironic. Maybe you had it all along.

The boy, molded by the hands of divinity, stringed together by an otherworldly being, was nothing divine. Nakahara Chuuya reigned from torture, yearned for retribution, and became an artist - one acquired dazzlingly with revenge. He took the vessel of himself he loathed and despised it with his entire being. Arahabaki was no divine being, nor a mother who lovingly caressed and loved with dainty hands. He was a monster, Chuuya was too. But from the rippling shackles he's restrained himself to, there was an angel, sacred and divine, who chided him for his hatred, his sorrows, his regrets. You too, knew how it was like to lose, to betray and be betrayed, and yet, you would never bring those to him again, but it seems once again, you've failed.

You were an angel, his angel, a light in the sky that he never failed to follow. And yet, you too fell from heaven's gate. Chuuya, who has been by your side for years, never dare touch you - Nakahara Chuuya may taint you with his sin, ruin the wings that guide him through the light. But shit, as an artist of revenge - he'll repaint it with regret.

To grow from a child, child of hatred to man of soul, touch will remold him to his feet. Rebuke his despondency. Chuuya regrets, for his only reminder of your skin was your life slipping through his fingers like ash.

To be Chuuya's angel was to lace his hair in between your words.

To be Chuuya's angel meant you were going to be immortalized.

To be Chuuya's angel meant that was only going to happen once he's lost you.

Yet he still flips the page.

Dear Chuuya,

I like you.

I thought love was foolish. A four letter word, and one syllable of absolute bullshit. Love is only a fixation in TV shows and movies. Love is a weakness, and contrary to popular belief - love cannot save you.

But you saved me. Countless of times.

The first being when I botched an assignment miserably. I was about to sacrifice myself before you kicked all the enemies' asses! You even took the blame for me.

The second was when I ate too much during a celebration and you had to bring me home safely.

The third was when you didn't say anything after I farted in a closed elevator.

Maybe you're stronger than love, then. You're Chuuya Nakahara, the strongest ability user in the world. But, even if I fell for you - it's not because of your strength, or protection. I genuinely like you, Nakahara Chuuya, not the strongest ability user, but the boy who sought a past, the boy who longs for a wine collection, the boy who cries watching dog movies, the boy who thinks chokers are a fashion statement.

Don't think because you define yourself as Arahabaki I will too. You're so much more than that.

But eh, who cares anyway, its not like you know how to read or write.

Love,

- [Y/N].

The boy who sought a past, felt himself shatter, because now he actually he had one. A best friend of his memories. An angel only in his dreams. A desire he could only do so much but reminisce. But contradictory to your previous statement, Nakahara Chuuya could read, even write now.

All because you taught him.

[l-love-writing]

Atsushi, Chuuya, Dazai and Odasaku meet someone who can turn into a crow. Headcanon

*Atsushi met this friend at the orphanage when he was very young. He found a wounded crow in the garden of the orphanage.

*Because Atsushi was a boy with a heart of gold, he took the crow and started healing its wing. Meanwhile, he realizes that crow understands what he says.

* Since he is a child, he does not care much and believes that crows are very intelligent.

*After the crow recovers, he leaves immediately, but begins to visit Atsushi from time to time.

*Later, his crow friend realizes that he also has the ability to turn into a tiger. In this way, his crow friend trusts him enough to show his human form.

*Years later, after Atsushi is kicked out of the orphanage, Atsushi's friend follows him. Because the crow had nothing else to do.

*Since Atsushi and his friend have similar abilities, he gets along quite well with his friend.

*In fact, Chuuya accidentally came across a crow while using his gravity ability. And of course, a human standing in the air was quite interesting for the crow.

*The crow followed him for hours. Even though Chuuya noticed this and tried to get rid of the crow, he could not escape from the bird's eye view.

*Then he stopped running away from the crow and let everything happen.The crow came to him and flew around him and then went away, chirping with his strange voice.

*Later, Chuuya was saved from the crow, but one day later, suddenly someone disturbed him and asked to be his friend.

*Chuuya refused at first, but no one can handle a crow's stubbornness. In this way, Chuuya becomes friends with this person.

*After talking for a while, he realized that they actually had a lot in common. That's why Chuuya felt like he found his new best friend.

*Within a few days, Chuuya realizes that this person is the crow that followed him days ago. Because his new friend wasn't trying to hide anything.

*At least things aren't bad enough for the two of them to fight.

*For Dazai, the situation is very different. That shiny jewel or bead on Dazai's clothing caught the crow's attention. The crow quickly flew towards Dazai to grab this shiny thing.

*When Dazai noticed the crow attacking towards him, he immediately retreated. In this way, the crow missed Dazai and the crow accidentally hit something.

*When Dazai saw this incident, he instantly laughed and made fun of it. However, this made the crow angry and it started attacking him.

*When the crow touched him to attack, he turned into a human thanks to Dazai's ability. Dazai then started to mock more.

*Even though their relationship started off badly, they somehow managed to meet and become friends.

*Odasaku met his friend in a very normal way. While sitting at a bar and drinking a drink, he started talking to the person next to him.

*The conversation with the person next to him was quite entertaining and interesting. He was exactly the kind of person Odasaku would love to chat with. So Odasaku continued chatting for minutes.

*Odasaku's soothing conversation with the person next to him was normal until the drinks arrived. After the drinks arrived, the person next to him used his ability to turn into a crow and started drinking the drink in his crow form.

* It was a bit of an awkward incident, but Odasaku said, "it's okay if he feels comfortable like that."

*Later, Odasaku befriended this person without caring about his quirks. Sometimes they met in bars or had short conversations while walking on the street.

*Odasaku usually tries not to talk about turning into a crow.

(Thank you to everyone who reads. I actually tried to make it gender neutral but it's hard for me. I have no idea how to do it, but thanks to those who read it anyway.)

[bloodbathofstars]

*leaves this snippet of my current wip here like a cat leaving a dead bird on your doorstep as a sign of affection, then dissapears*

(tw for sa trauma, pls dont read if triggered by that!!)

Chuuya’s eyes met hers, it felt as if she saw right through them, into her soul. She didn’t mind at all, it felt as if Chuuya had lived in her soul for far longer than she’d realized. Chuuya took a careful step closer to her, paying attention to her body language and any signs of discomfort. There were none. Still, Chuuya looked up at her and asked. “May I..?”

“Don’t touch me” she bit out fearfully, backing up against a wall. Her brain raced. His disgusting grin as he reached out to cover her mouth burned deep into her memory. He murmured sweet little nothings in an attempt to calm her down. “I’ll make sure you’ll like it” was the only thing she could make out before the loud ringing in her ears tuned everything out.

“Don’t touch me” she spit at her classmate, who, ever since finding out what had happened to her a week ago, had made it his mission to try to touch her at any given opportunity. He laughed menacingly. “Oh, but I’m sure you’ll like it!”

“Don’t touch me” she threatened the group therapist as soon as he moved in her general direction. He froze for a second before calmly explaining “I wasn’t going to.” She looked at him with with the same threatening gaze. She didn’t believe him.

“Please.. touch me.” she allowed. Chuuya didn’t need to hear that twice. She cupped Dazai’s jaw and with a firm grip pulled Dazai down to her level, before crashing her lips against hers. Normally she wouldn’t have anyone make her bend down for a kiss. But with Chuuya- she’d let her do anything to her. She wanted to worship every single inch of her body- make sure she knew how beautiful she was all over. She wanted to get down on her knees and pathetically beg her to stay forever.

[justsigma-bsd]

*He's sitting on the floor, in a fairy costume, playing with a dress up doll*

~ @yourheartanaorticworkofart (chuuya took him toy shopping)

*He's leaning in the doorway, a bit surprised because he's just back from work, but also smiling. He's got the bird plush hidden behind his back because he forgot to give it to him.*

[whathorselegs]

Drink it up 'til you've drowned for the WIP game

(also what type of dog is the pupper 👀)

This one has manga spoilers from chapter 113, so not for anime onlys.

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Drink it up 'til you've drowned

Hosting masquerades such as these were also a part of his duty, though it was one he took more delight in. Dresses, skirts, coattails all danced along to the music in swirling harmony. The golds, silvers, inky blacks, sanguine reds and midnight blues his guests wore all meshed against each other blending into a glorious display that reminded him of birds of paradise. Occasionally guests would approach his way and shower him with gratitude. Bram would be a liar if he said he didn’t relish in it just a little.

Yes, nights like these, made all his struggles worth it.

That was until he saw him.

There, standing at the opposite end of the hall, glimpsed in the gaps between the crowd stood a ghost of Bram’s past. Fitting that his skeletal mask should resemble the ghastly face of death itself given how much of it this man had brought to Bram’s life.

Bram stalked forward without a word, his boots carrying him across the dance floor without giving it a second's thought. Despite his guests vying for his attention, Bram easily slipped between them, closing the gap between himself and the intruder. 

Closer now, Bram could see more of him. The fine fur-lined white kafta he wore was a stark change from the rags Bram had first seen him wearing. This suited him far more, the coat pulling in at the waistline and flaring out again towards the ground, like a twisted mockery of an eternal corpse bride. The dark tresses of his hair pulled out the way of the mask by two braids running along the sides of his head.

Though the mask covered most of his face, it stopped at the upper teeth of the skull, meaning Bram could see the delighted way Fyodor smiled at having so easily gotten his attention. That smile had a nauseating effect on Bram, his lips turned down in a sneer when he was finally close enough to touch the other man.

“You were not invited.” He stated plainly, trying to maintain some semblance of calm. He didn’t want Fyodor to know just how easily he got under his skin.

Fyodor’s smile never wavered, his hands coming to clasp behind his back, mocking innocence. “As far as I was aware this event was an open invitation, my dear Count.”

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So, uh, yes, this is FyoBram.

I have no defence, the reveal of Fyodor being immortal and getting himself chained up in Bram's dungeon did something to my brain chemistry, okay?

I wanted to write your classic toxic Gothic vampire/immortal hate courtship and then the plot twists in the manga just kept happening so, this fic ended up on a bit of a stand still for a minute.

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As for what breed of dog Chuuya's pupper is, it's a rescue so it's not a pedigree but I lean towards either the Kai Ken or the Japanese Terrier in terms of looks.

Which I know are completely different dogs! I'm just torn between big and fluffy or small and scrappy asdfgh

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

What kind of Pony (mlp) I think the BSD characters would be:

!Spoiler warning for a small spoiler for Chuuya’s backstory/Stormbringer!

TWs: Short and very slight mention of lab experiments on a person/pony, very short and slight mention of manipulation, Mori being Mori. Nothing is described in a very detailed way though.

 The first TW is a reference to Chuuya’s backstory/stormbringer and the other two are…Mori being Mori. I think you know how he is.

Dazai: Unicorn.( He would have become an Alicorn if he would have stayed with Mori and if he would have finished his training there.) He loves to watch Chuuya fly around. 

Chuuya: Alicorn (He was born as a unicorn and due to lab experiments on him he turned into an Alicorn. He can also use extremely powerful magic due to this but loses control over it if he uses too powerful spells.)

Kunikida: Unicorn

Nikolai: Earth Pony but he owns a magic coat. He wishes that he would be a pegasus instead so that he can fly freely over the clouds together with the birds whenever he wants. He feels stuck, being bound to the earth, unable to fly. 

Fyodor: Unicorn. Sometimes he uses his magic to let Nikolai float around whenever the other feels blue or even depressed.

Sigma: Earth Pony (Pegasus would suit too but he always references to himself as an “Ordinary man” in the manga so I think him being an Earth Pony would suit the best.)

Bram: Alicorn 

Atsushi: Unicorn but he turns into an Alicorn later (He’s the MC so I gave him Twilight Sparkle treatment.)

Akutagawa: Unicorn

Poe: Pegasus (Idk why it just sits right with me.) who possesses multiple magic books which he can use himself or a Unicorn.

Ranpo: Earth Pony

Mushitarou: Unicorn

Kenji: Earth Pony but he’s extremely strong

Shibusawa: Alicorn. I am very unsure about it because him being a Unicorn would suit too but he is canonically overpowered af with multiple abilities and with being half dragon due to his ability so I think an Alicorn would suit the best. Or he is simply a real dragon. 

Higuchi: Pegasus (Don’t ask why. It suits her really well in my mind.)

Gin: Unicorn

Tachihara: Unicorn

Lucy: Pegasus

Jouno: Unicorn

Tecchou: Pegasus 

Teruko: Unicorn

Lovecraft: He would be either a Mermare or some powerful entity who lives in the sea/is connected to it and only loosely resembles a pony or looks nothing like a pony at all but who can shapeshift into looking a bit more like a normal pony (something about him will always look eerie to other ponies even tho they can’t quite grab what’s off about him.). In his pony form he would be an Earth Pony who can use magic. 

Steinbeck: Earth Pony

Louisa: Unicorn

Fitzgerald: Unicorn

Mark: Pegasus or Earth Pony

Fukuzawa: Alicorn (Leader/King of the Kingdom where the ADA characters live. Takes a Princess Celestia kind of role to Atsushi.)

Yosano: Unicorn

Mori: Alicorn (Leader/King of the Kingdom where the PM characters live. Took a Princess Celestia kind of role to Dazai when he was younger but in a twisted and manipulating kind of way before Dazai ran away to the kingdom of Fukuzawa.)

Oda: Earth Pony

Ango: Unicorn

Hirotsu: Unicorn

Kouyou: Earth Pony who is connected to a powerful being (Golden Demon)

Kyouka: Unicorn or Pegasus who is also connected to a powerful being (Demon Snow)

Q (Yumeno): Earth Pony who is connected to a magic doll. 

Verlaine: He’s an Alicorn but just like Chuuya he is one due to lab experiments on him. He was born as a pegasus.

Arthur: Unicorn

Elise: She is currently a unicorn but she can become whatever Mori wants her to be. She is currently a unicorn since Yosano and Dazai are both unicorns and she resembles both of them as children/teens.

[sskk-ao3feed]

Milk, Sugar And... A Boyfriend?

by Phant0mc1de

Atsushi leaned against the fence as well, hitting his shopping bag against his legs and similarly looked off into the distance, observing as people went about their daily lives. After a moment he bit his lip and his face twisted into a look of concentration. Visibly mulling something over in his head. He took a breath inwards before speaking "So Chuuyas been bothering you about getting a partner right?" He looked over to Akutagawa to find him looking back at him sternly.

"That's what I just said isn't it?" Akutagawa snapped back.

"And Dazai won't stop bothering me about getting a date for Valentine's Day right?" he said slowly. Akutagawa's expression changed to one of mild confusion at this.

"O..k? What are you getting at, Jinko?"

"So what if" he paused for a moment "we pretended to date". Akutagawa stared at him with a blank expression, his mind seemingly needing a moment to load. "Like two birds in one stone you know?" the younger supplied nervously. His hands pulled the sleeves of his sweater.

The mafioso’s mind caught up with the situation and what was previously a blank stare turned into the most appalled facial expression he could muster up.

“Absolutely not.”

Words: 2235, Chapters: 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: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Port Mafia Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Slow Burn, soukoku mentioned, Enemies to Lovers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Sarcastic Atsushi, but it takes a hot minute for him to get there, Nakajima Atsushi Acts Like a Cat (Bungou Stray Dogs), My First AO3 Post, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke is Bad at Feelings (Bungou Stray Dogs), Grocery stores are mentioned one too many times, Nakahara Chuuya Being an Asshole (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu Being An Asshole (Bungou Stray Dogs), yeah both of them, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Explicit Language, mostly from Akutagawa, no beta we die like men, Good Sibling Akutagawa Gin

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48762952

[ye-local-simp]

[ S/O is the crying type of drunk]

[Dazai,Chuuya,Fyodor,Odasaku,Sigma,Poe,Ango]

Dazai:

-You went to the bar with your friends.

-At first, he thinks he said something to you and feels guilty when he picked you up from the bar.

-You were crying because you remembered a nightmare you had the other day.

-Teases you on the way home because of it.

-When you go home, you started to cry about how you didn't want to sleep.

-Despite the crying, you slept 5 minutes after crying.

-Dazai struggled to get you into bed but he got there in the end.

Chuuya:

-Normally, he would be the drunk one but today it was you who drank a lot for the occasion.

-When he walked home, he was worried when he saw droplets of water frequently exiting your eyes.

-You told him thay you were crying because you forgot to save your work and it got lost.

-He comforted you even though it was quite silly to cry about.

-You eventually passed out due to the alcohol and he took the pleasure in taking care you like how you do when he is drunk.

Fyodor:

-You both were drinking lots.

-You got drunk a lot earlier than he did, I mean this man's bloodstream is vodka.

-He knew that you couldn't handle a lot of alcohol like he can but he didn't know what to do when you started weeping.

-He had to leave the bar early and drag you home whilst you kept whining.

-He already found out the reason and it was because you remembered an embarrassing moment from your childhood.

-Eventually, you slept on the couch and he fell asleep sitting on your legs since you were being fussy.

Oda:

-You joined Dazai and Oda at the Lupin Bar.

-You didn't realise how much you were drinking until you saw the cups after 30 minutes of sitting there.

-Oda didn't notice until your head hit the table which startled him a bit.

-Got even more worried when he saw the empty bottles and you tearing up, he thought you were stressing a lot about something.

-You told him that it was because you thought chocolate was tree poop.

-He and Dazai started laughing.

-You thought they were bullying you until later.

-To this day, neither of you knew where you pulled that fact from.

Sigma:

-It would be in the Sky Casino after both of your shifts in his office.

-You drank more than him so you were drunk and he was fairly sober.

-He thought that there was something in the drink when you started crying.

-Apparently you were crying because you were so high up and a customer's pet bird might fall if it gets lost outside of the building.

-He was so confused.

-He then took you to your room so you could fight off the drunkeness.

Poe:

-You both would be at home and you would be drinking the gin you were recently gifted while he just drank wine as you both tried to make a Netflix and chill date somewhat fancy.

-All if a sudden, you were crying and this awkward man panicked since he doesn't know what to do in this situation.

-You cried because the paperwork you finished fell on a puddle. A month ago.

-He comforted you until you stopped crying and sobered enough to realise that you didn't make any sense.

Ango:

-You went to the Lupin bar with him but he offered to stay sober so that he could drive afterwards.

-You cried after 20 minutes of being there.

-He was concerned but assumed it was because you were drunk.

-Assumptions were proved correct because you were crying for literally no reason.

-He then took you home whilst you slept in the car.

[kunikinnie]

chuuya wants to forget

BSD: Love is War? 100 Followers Event Genre: fluff, pining Word count: 1135 Warnings: mentions of alcohol, some swearing Synopsis: He may have had a little too much to drink last night a/n: I had a different idea in mind for this prompt but this song made me change me mind lol. also agh I'm really nervous abt this one but hey let's post it anyway :')

Soft rays of sunlight peeked through the gaps between velvet curtains and birds whistled happily. The otherwise pleasant morning was disturbed only by the writhing figure on the bed.

Whys and whines came from underneath the white sheets, only beginning to get louder as memories from the previous night came crashing down.

Chuuya pulled down the blanket revealing his flushed and hungover face. His eyes were glued to the ceiling as the collision with reality almost literally left him frozen in time. Was he really not dreaming? Wasn't this all just a lie? For the nth time, he reread Hirotsu's last text.

You should thank Y/N for being very patient with you last night.

He groaned. It wasn't a dream after all. How the heck will he be able to face you after that?!

Nothing beats an entire night of drinking after a difficult mission was successfully completed. Chuuya brought out his better selection of vintages for the occasion and was happily drinking away with his usual guardian company: Hirotsu.

“Bartender, a glass of water for the young man please.”

“Hey, I’m n-not drunk yet.”

The older man rolled his eyes at the redhead’s slurred comment. It’s no secret that he often drank alcohol beyond the amount his body could handle, and tonight was no exception. In fact, not an hour had passed since they sat in the bar but he was already heavily intoxicated. Thankfully though, he was in a pleasant mood – something that was rare for a drunk Chuuya.

Hirotsu lit another cigarette as he let himself relax a bit. There were only a few other people in the room, mostly low-ranking members who were already familiar with the executive’s tendencies. Yet something in him told him that it would not be quite the relaxing night one may assume from the setup.

True enough, you showed up.

“Hirotsu-san! What a surprise to see you here,” you grinned. “Came to unwind after a long week?”

“I suppose you could say that.” Internally, he had hoped you would leave as quickly as you came. It’s not that he disliked you or anything – quite the opposite in fact – but he just knew that you staying any longer would spell trouble for Chuuya and indirectly to Hirotsu himself. If you only had any idea how much effort it took to keep your image of the younger man intact-

Said man was already hunched on the table, face flat on the surface. Hirotsu only hoped he had already passed out.

“Oh? Is that Chuuya-san?”

Only a small grunt was heard as his head turned slightly.

“...is he always like this?”

No amount of deflection can save him now. “Not always, but frequently. Too frequently.”

The two of you began to make casual conversation about exploits here and there, work related or not. It was a bit embarrassing on Chuuya’s end to be treated as some sort of deadweight between two people chatting away, but at least he wouldn’t have made a fool of himself, Hirotsu thought.

Unfortunately, he spoke too soon.

“Why’re-“ Chuuya struggled to maintain a sober tone. “Why’re ya here, Y/N?”

“To relax, of course. But I’m glad to meet you here. I rarely see you, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah. I miss you too.” He took another sip of wine – well, gulp is perhaps more accurate. His reply caught you off-guard, but you tried not to think of it much since you knew he was beyond drunk.

“Don’t you miss me, Y/N?”

“Wha- I mean, I g-guess I do...”

He chuckled. “That’s good.”

The way he spoke was so different from what you were used to. His voice was much lower and his tongue rolled off so smoothly. It was strange and you knew full well that it was the alcohol talking.

You shot a glance at Hirotsu who simply shrugged.

Without hesitation Chuuya began to pour another glass of wine and drank it all in one go in spite of the older man’s effort to stop him.

“Ahh, that *hic* hit the spot.”

Again he filled his glass with more wine, drank it, and filled his glass once more. You were beyond worried for both his brain and his liver with the amount he was drinking. Will he be alright?

They say there are several types of drunk people. Regardless of whatever method of categorization you may think of, it was only on that night that you witnessed that Chuuya was all of those combined in one single drinking session.

For example, the angry drunk.

“Burn in hell, mackerel!”

Flirty drunk.

“Have I ever told you that you’re smokin’ hot?”

Sad drunk.

“Y-you won’t leave me, right, Y/N?”

Happy drunk.

“Saranghae, baby~”

And last but not the least, “sober” drunk.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” His head was resting on your chest. At that point he was already beyond salvation and didn’t even have the strength to sit up, so you did your best to make sure he didn’t collapse onto the floor.

“It’s okay. Please drink some water, at least.”

“I know this is stupid but-“ Chuuya attempted to raise his head to meet your eyes, but the alcohol forbade him from trying. You gently readjusted him in spite of the difficulty in balancing him. His body was just so limp.

“I like you, Y/N. A lot. For too long – way too long.”

Your eyes widened. Those were words you’ve been wanting to hear from him, but you didn’t expect it to be like this. “Y-you’re just drunk. Please drink some water.“

“I’m drunk, yeah, but I’m no liar.”

His voice was softer than it had ever been. His face was still buried in your chest but you could still imagine the sincerity in his eyes. Was he really...?

“So hard- it’s been so hard to hide it.” He laughed to himself in a pitiful manner. “Why did I have to... like this... you deserve more than that-“

He quickly passed out after that.

Now that the Chuuya of the current time has caught up to the last memory of the night, mistakes all so painfully apparent and undeniable, the desire to somewhat rectify the situation brought him out of bed.

The alcohol and embarrassment still stung, but he just couldn’t stay still.

If only he woke up without remembering anything at all, this might have been less agonizing. But then that would mean he wouldn’t be able to know just exactly what reckless shit he did to you (you might not have ever told him even if he asked) and apologize properly for it.

Of course, he’d confess to you properly too.

Not now, though. A hungover confession isn’t that much better than a drunk one, but at least he could prepare everything he wished to say to you.

All that was left was to wait.

[tender-rosiey]

Can I request for Chuuya (and Dazai and Akutugawa if you are feeling up to it) with a sweet fem!s/o who notices they have been really stressed out lately so she takes them to spend the day at the amusement park or the zoo to get them to have fun and try to relax a bit? If not, that is okay but thank you for reading this anyways!

❥ BSD characters with a sweet s/o who takes them to the zoo

❥— Includes Dazai, Chuuya and Akutagawa

ᴀ/ɴ: I hope you like this dear and have a wonderful day! 🥺💘

Dazai Osamu:

It’s really rare that Dazai gets stressed

Which is exactly why it got you concerned :(

He was one to put in consideration every step he took and knew what it will bring upon him

So knowing that

What made him stressed must’ve been bad

So you took the liberty to try and make his day better

Made him his favorite snacks and packed them in a bag in case he gets hungry there

Why not just eat from there?

After tasting your cooking, the great Dazai swore to never eat anything that you didn’t cook while you are with him and still able to cook him something

Now back to comforting the brunette

When he came back home, he looked really bothered

my baby 🥺

“OSAMU!”

You called sweetly and he couldn’t help but smile softly

It always made his day coming back to you

He gave you the usual after work hug but then noticed you are dressed up

“What for, belladonna?”

When you beam at him and told him you both were going to the zoo, he got confused

So as you guys were walking there hand in hand, he asked you about it

Imagine how he felt when you told him that you noticed he looked stressed so you thought cute animals might brighten up his mood

Despite having a cute tiger in work already but ok

Man felt cared for and just wanted hug you right on the spot

But of course pride is a thing and he didn’t want you to know just how much of an effect you have on him so he just laughed it off and ruffled your hair 🙄

You guys are like babies in the zoo

Dazai tried freeing the birds

And the tigers

“THEY DESERVE THEIR FREEDOM!”

“STOP KIDNAPPING ATSUSHI’S SIBLINGS AND LOCKING THEM UP!”

Whenever you are awestruck by a cute animal, he would just stare at you lovingly

He is so whipped for you

And when you guys settle to eat some food, he just melts from happiness as he eats what you made him

Brightens up a lot when he sees it’s his favorites 🥺

“Ranpo would be jealous of this delicacy-“

“DID SOMEONE SAY FOOD?!”

*insert you screeching while dazai is flexing the food he is eating*

On the way home he kissed your hand and thanked you

“Honestly, I appreciate it a lot that you thought of making me feel better; thank you.”

Chuuya Nakahara:

Another king that was stressed

The mafia is hard work how can you blame him?

You being the wonderful and amazing s/o you are

Decided that you will help him by making him go out with you somewhere

Now Chuuya adores your baking even more than Dazai adores your cooking

Literally is a sucker for it

MELTS I TELL WHEN YOU BAKE FOR HIM

So like so, you baked him his favorites

Yes I believe Chuuya loves pastries 🥮

Maybe specifically cupcake :0

I CAN JUST SEE IT STOP

Anyways you packed them and got them ready for the zoo trip

It’s second nature to Chuuya to come cuddle you whenever he feels particularly bothered or disturbed

So when he came home he did not expect his dove to be all dolled up with a bright smile waiting for him

His first thought was “did I forget an event?”

He was worried he didn’t remember something important that got you to dress up or him like this :(

But you reassured him that there isn’t anything and that you just wanted to lighten up his mood by going on a date to the zoo

He just hugged you and muttered about how cruel you are and how much he loves you

He tries to hide his blush by that tho

Dont get fooled Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

So you guys go there and it’s all cool, right?

No

Absolutely not

A pigeon had to pee on him

Which led to a tantrum by said human

“HOW DARE IT DO THAT TO ME?!”

So there goes his jacket

Thankfully it alone

You continued the date normally afterwards <3

He was just totally in love with what you baked him

“Aw Y/N this is so good oml-“

“This is heaven-“

“Please never stop baking them-“

I am starting to think the date is between him and the pastries now

You can go home now bby

JK JK

When you guys got home y’all cuddled and he kept thanking you for caring for him and peppering your face with kisses

I am so soft for Chuuya 🥺

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke:

*flashbacks to the first date scenario*

Hehe

So aku is grumpy

Very grumpy

What do we do with a grumpy aku?

We hug it and take it somewhere it will release the grumpiness in

Specifically the zoo

Why?

I will elaborate on that later on ;)

He comes home mad cause work has been shit and Atsushi is getting in his nerves like he always does

(ง'̀-'́)ง

Gets so confused when he sees you dressed up but blushes lightly and hides face

“What are you dressed up for, dummy?”

Freaking tsundere

You tell him because you noticed he is stressed and he is touched

The akutagawa type of touched

His heart swelling for you

Shaddup gin said in wan that aku is sensitive

But what he appears to be is unbothered and just ruffled your hair with a very small “...thank you.”

YAY SO YOU GO THERE

what’s the first thing out previously grumpy baby does?

Flip off the tigers and cuss them out

Especially the white one

“HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT JINKO?! MY LOVER IS TRYING TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER WHILE YOUR ASS IS SINGLE!”

Insert Atsushi sneezing 🤧

Other than that he respects the animals

He waved at the ducks 🦆

Aw

When you guys get food he eats like a baby and rests his head on your shoulder

The walk back home is full of comfortable silence

Aside from him glaring at those who look at you funny

Back home he kisses the top of your head and mutters another thanks

before you are dragged to your shared bedroom for hugs

copyright © 2020 tender-rosiey

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

[theodora3022]

Claim (Yandere Chuuya Nakahara)

Pairing: Yandere! Chuuya Nakahara X Fem reader

Summary: You have the courage to mock Dazai when he flirts with you casually, different from almost every other woman Dazai throws himself on. Seeing his nemesis being stepped on brings Chuuya great joy, which escalates to him taking a special interest in you.

Notes: So...If you read my BNHA fics you should know I have a thing for wind superpowers, so reader is going to have a wind ability in here as well. Be gone if you have problems with that. My first take on BSD, on Chuuya nevertheless... Hopefully this does not flop. I thought about writing Kunikida for this one, but I just could not get Chuuya’s smirk off my mind (Along with Fyodor’s but that is for another day) Also this is self indulgent as hell, so be warned. I’m not satifised with the final result, as some parts feels a bit forced...But there you have it. 

Word count: 2.8k 

Warnings: Drugging, coercion, mention of knife and blood, implied non con  at the end

You were sitting beside a floor window of a café when Chuuya first saw you, when he was on his way to get some beer. At first, it was not you that drawn his attention, it was that guy on the opposite end of the coffee table.

Osamu Dazai. Also known as the bane of Chuuya Nakahara’s existence and his greatest adversary. Out womanizing again, he never changes. He was about to ignore those shady behaviours and just carry on, until he hears how you are attacking Dazai with your words.

“Dazai, please. I bet you said that to every woman you met.” Slowly stirring your hot beverage, you smirk as you took a little sip. “It is a miracle how you got this far unscathed.” You seem to see right through Dazai, how clever. Now Chuuya have to hear how this can go down. His own drink can wait, this little comedy show is more worthwhile.

“But beautiful! Your eyes shine like the brightest stars, I just cannot let that go unappreciated.” “If you are so found of shining things, I can get you a pack of glitter to stare at. I would actually appreciate it if you stop staring right into my eyes, thank you.” This is a mistake, you thought. You thought Dazai was just being a good Senpai when he invites you to join him for a quick coffee at lunch. And of course being the naïve new recruit, you said yes without hesitation.

A pack of glitter? Oh dear. Out of all those years Chuuya has known Dazai, he had never seen the brunette getting such a good roast. Placing a hand over his mouth to muffle his chuckles, Chuuya is beyond amused. Most women would be too busy swooning over that pretty face, but you did not even flinch and insulted him just like that. You got some sass!  That is the first time the mafia executive had taken a formal notice of you. You are indeed a fair woman, no wonder Dazai would choose to hit on you.

He does vaguely recall recently hearing about the ADA obtaining a new recruit. A young woman with a wind ability. But you are far more interesting then that. “This has been pleasant, but I think it is time to head back to the office.” When Kunikida told you Dazai can be a handful yesterday, you did not expect this is how you would find out. You stopped him from taking out his wallet, shaking your head: “Dazai. I will pay for myself. Besides, you are in enough debt as you are now. See you back at the agency.”

Not even Chuuya can make Dazai appear this defeated, this discouraged. Just who are you exactly? Forget the beer, Chuuya needs to know all about you at once. 

Reading through your file back at the headquarters, your info is enough to make even Chuuya raise his eyebrows a couple of times.

You can command any gas to your will? That is a rare gift, even the Port Mafia had yet to secure that. Too bad you are on the wrong side, Chuuya can just think of so many ways of using your ability to its full potential. The file was put back to the storage, sure. But you had impressed him back at that café and peaked his interests. It would be hard to make him unsee Dazai being humiliated. But you did not linger on his mind much after. 

However, that would not be lasting too long. Chuuya was shocked to hear some of the members has died in dark alleys of yokohoma, apparently from lack of oxygen, but without any traces of choking or even a cut. Mori even called him to the office to discuss about this.

Pictures of you, in causal and business attire lay across the expensive office desk. You were smiling in all of them, although that smile does not look like an amused one to Chuuya now.

“Do you recognize this woman?”

How can Chuuya forget about you? The woman who gave him the best comedy show, who stomped on Dazai’s philanderer ways so mercilessly. “A new recruit of ADA. Her air control abilities must have enabled her to suck the oxygen particles out of human bodies. It also gives her the ability to levitate and an incredible speed, which is such a headache. Even Akutagawa cannot seem to finish her.”

What a little troublemaker you are. Consider Chuuya motivated. He knows you are strong, but not anyone can escape from Akutagawa. Where is the fun without a little challenge?

“I will go. My abilities would allow me to get the job done.” Heck, this once he would get something Dazai cannot have! In this mini game, at least, Chuuya would be the winner. 

“Chuuya, you seem awfully enthusiastic about this. May I ask why that is?” Stroking Elise’s hair, Mori carefully observe the young man’s expressions. “She has the guts to insult Dazai, should be a fun one. I do not plan to kill her, however. That would be such a waste.”

“Yes, that would be most ideal. Her ability would be a valueble asset, here’s some drugs if she is being too difficult.”

Oh but you are so much more then the wielder of a powerful ability to Chuuya.

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Work has been a pain in the ass lately, so on your afternoon off, you choose to take a walk along the water in the park. Everything looks so peaceful, children running amok, couples holding hands, the sound of the birds chirping, all sounds so natural and calming. You let out a sigh of relief as you settled on a bench beside a tree and closed your eyes, breathing in the forest scent, still sleep deprived from the nightmares.

Although you only killed those gangsters to defend a civilian, you regret it somewhat afterwards. You expected revenge, but not from someone like Akutagawa? You can only remove the target’s oxygen from their bodies when you are standing still and concentrated, never while fleeing for your life. If it is not for your unparalleled speed, you were sure one of those dark spikes is going to be your ultimate demise. It was too close for your liking. Before you were always able to leave safely with your ability, but this time you barely made it.

Dozing off in a park while the Port Mafia is on your trail? Chuuya would advise against that. 

However, he would say he much prefer this compliant, soft look on your face compare your sarcastic, confident grin towards Dazai. Dark circles under your eyes? Have you been having sleeping problems? Looks like the little hero is not as brave as she lets on.

Now, he needs to be careful. Even though you look as harmless as a little bunny now, Chuuya can still recall the last expressions his deceased subordinates made. Dying from oxygen loss surely does not look pleasant. While the file said you can only use that special method once per week, Chuuya cannot leave any room for errors. 

Ah, it seems you had carelessly dropped your handkerchief on the ground. You did not seem to notice. As if you want him to come near. Who is he to decline a lady’s invitations?

Sensing his approach, you jumped out the bench and distanced yourself from Chuuya. Always on your guard, this should be interesting. Instead of kept closing in the distance, Chuuya bend down and picked up your handkerchief. “Did you drop this?”

See, you were overreacting! He is only trying to tell you that you dropped something. Feeling the guilt of mistaking him for an assassin churns in your stomach, you put up an apologetic smile: “My apologies, sir.  And thank you very much.” Yet you cannot shake off the feeling of you saw him before. Is he a government official? Or perhaps a store clerk? It would be rude if you actually do know him. Yes, you definitely seen his handsome face somewhere. Reaching out to his outstretched hand, you tried to retrieve your handkerchief. But as you take the little square cloth into your hand, his slim but firm fingers snapped around your wrist like handcuffs, seizing you with a smug smirk on his face. “Let go of me, Sir. You wouldn’t want me to use my ability on you.” 

Your gaze turned cold as the winter snow, as if you are willing to punch him in the face then and there. 

A good chance to observe your ability in action. How can Chuuya miss this opportunity? You tried to wiggle out of his grasp while activating your winds, but to your horror, it does not seem to have any effect on Chuuya. Sure, his hat and hair are flowing because of the strong wind, but he has not moved a single inch, still clenching your left wrist in his hand, lips still curling upwards. Turning to your second solution: bringing rocks to hit him until unconsciousness. Why wouldn’t the rocks move? Just who is this man? “Are you with the Port Mafia?”

That took you long enough. Chuuya let out a sinister chuckle, pulls you into his embrace with ease. Locking his right arm around your waist, he whispers beside your ear: “Of course, cutie. And you just walked straight into my trap. Now, it is best if you do not move, I would hate for this knife to leave a scar on your fragile little neck.” Feeling a thin, cold blade pressed against your throat, threatening to cut into your skin, you nervously gulped. Who is he exactly? You should have memorized the faces of the big names of the mafia-

Your ability is impressive. Even Chuuya has to admit that much. If it were not for the reinforced gravity he applied on himself, he would be on the other side of the park by now. Such a shame you are working for that little agency. Crap. You finally remember. Cursing sleep depravation under your breath, you recall where you had seen his face: the files back in the agency. One of the executives, Chuuya Nakahara, with the powers of manipulating gravity. That is why your winds cannot push him away. Just how did you end up with an executive’s knife pressing against your throat? 

Under ideal circumstances, you would order the oxygen particles to stay away from this man, but that ability could only be used once per week. You have not recharged enough, and the fact that you are not in best condition does not help either. 

“Now, you got two options, sweet. First, you can try to get away, and it would not end pretty.” Chuuya laughs he feels you shiver, clearly frightened by the idea of your blood spilling out like a fountain once he slices open your throat. Your resistance has pathetic impacts on him, but you have to at least try. You have been neglecting your physical training because you often rely on that extraordinary speed your ability grants you. However, that also means you are helpless in close up situations such as present. Not so confident now, aren’t you? “Second, pay a visit to our headquarters. The boss would like an audience with you.” You certainly do not want to fall into the hands of the port mafia. However, there are civilians in the park. They did not seem to notice how Chuuya is holding you at knifepoint.  Letting yourself, an ADA agent die here would mean the agency’s reputation is done for. Getting yourself killed in broad daylight, in a public place no less! How incompetent. Looks like the only option is to go with him, for now. “Fine. I will go with you.” “Smart choice. But I would expect no less from an intelligent woman like you.” He carefully removed the knife, and just when you were about to relax and think of a retaliate method, you felt a sharp pain on your left arm. A syringe. Just what did he injected you? Watching you fall onto the ground by your knees, barely able to lift a finger due to the sedation drugs, brings him a strange sense of contentment. Chuuya does not consider himself as a sadist by any means, but after seeing how you treated Dazai, shining with confidence and smugness, only made this submissive version of you so much more satisfactory. “Do not look at me like that, dear (y/n). Just a little insurance that you would not leave without permission. I hope you understand.” You do not, but that does not concern him. Swooping you up effortlessly, Chuuya carries your weak body out of the park, straight to a van that awaits there for a long time.

You never imagined, not even in your wildest dreams, that you would be in the Port Mafia’s headquarters like this. Being carried through corridor after corridor ,by one of their executives like a doll, although not by your own free will. Guards everywhere, almost at every turn point. Maybe you can break one of the windows and fly out? Alas, that would not possible if all you can generate is little breezes due to your present condition. 

“Do not worry, (y/n).” Feeling your body tense up, Chuuya choose to reassure you, or at least try to. “If simple murder was my objective, you would be dead in that park.” 

There are worse things then death. You really did mess up this time. You do not even want to imagine what they could do to you. 

“Enter.”

Placing you gently on the carpted floor, like a fragile china artifact, Chuuya bowed to the man behind the desk. “I brought (y/n) here, as you requested.” A cloved finger lifts your chin up, forcing you too look up into his eyes. You did not flinch, instead you stared back with unveil anger burning in your (e/c) eyes. 

“Quite a feisty one. Would you like to join us? Your wind ability completely outclasses my other assassins. That speed and that special method! Truly impressive. You should not waste your talents in that agency. The Port Mafia could offer you more.”

Using the little strength you had left, you got away from the mafia’s boss’s reach and shook your head: “I would rather die a gruesome death then working for you. If you want to kill me, you can do it now.” 

“Then, I suppose we need to change our method of negotiation-” Great, you can already feel those cold torture instruments.

“I can handle it.” To your surprise, Chuuya stopped the man from saying any more. 

The older man looks to his subordinate with curious eyes. “Chuuya? Are you sure? Wouldn’t it be better to leave this to our experts?” 

“Leave it to me, boss. She would be compliant within a week, I can guarantee.” Why would he want to trouble himself with this? Well, he merely wants to claim what Dazai cannot, as simple as that. 

“As you wish, then. As long as you do not break her beyond repair, she is all yours.”

You want to shout, to scream that you are not some object to be hand over, but you just do not have the energy to do so. There is not much you can do beside being a silent observer on the ground. 

Instead of a torture chamber, Chuuya took you to his personal quarters in the Mafia base. Perhaps he wants to do this the tender way? Sway you with high salary or numerous other perks of working in this mafia? 

It is when he thrown you on the bed, straddling over your helpless form, tearing your clothes off mercilessly, you realize how wrong you were.

“You look so good under me, where you belong.” He did not even bother to unbutton your blouse, just ripped the fine fabric off swiftly, grinning at your horrified expressions. “Come on, do not look so scared. This is not like you. Where is your fierce spirts when you insult Dazai?” Has he been stalking you? How could he-

“Ah, no matter. That jerk tried to win you over, but it is me who would get you.You would forget all about him when you are busy screaming my name later. Do you think you can handle my torture methods, dear (y/n)? Gods, you are beautiful. No wonder why Dazai would be head over heels for you.” 

How you bit your lip to supress your tears, trying to cover your chest for some modesty, only made his lust increase drastically. This time, Chuuya can finally be proud of his accomplishment: claiming a prize Dazai can never possibly won.

[dazedbydazai]

Can I have some fluff 👉👈 Dazai, Chuu, and Atsushi spending their off day with their baby while (S/o) is out for work

Aw this was so cute to write! (๑>ᴗ<๑) Thank you for requesting~ I made hcs for each of them. I hope this is what you had in mind ^^

➳ Dazai Osamu

Okay, so Dazai wouldn't know what to do at first. He'd be so flustered and maybe a lil bit scared because he's bad with kids

But since it's your baby, and they really resemble you a lot, he'd be calm about it and he'd learn how to be a good dad step by step

When it was his first time to be alone with your baby, he'd go over the list you made of things that Dazai should and shouldn't do

He was operating like a machine and going by the book - feed, burp, change, play, nap, and repeat

But after a couple more times that he spent alone with your baby, he found something common that they liked

Dazai would read children's books and even act them out since he loved hearing and seeing your baby laugh

He'd make funny faces and blow raspberries on your baby's tummy

Sooner or later he found a good and effective way of taking care of them

They'll start off by playing or watching cartoons on the tv

Dazai would try to explain what was happening but he'd end up just laughing since your baby really wasn't paying attention and was just sucking on their thumb

When it's time to eat, Dazai would turn the tv off so they could focus on the food and finish it all

Dazai finds it amusing that your baby takes after the both of you. They're really calm and concentrated when doing things - especially eating

Your baby loves to eat anything and Dazai's heart would always jump for joy when he sees your baby do a little dance when the food is yummy

Another thing that Dazai loves is when your baby reaches up for him

"Da Da" "Up"

Two or three simple words that makes Dazai's heart do a flip

Imagine your baby's hands in the air, silently wishing for Dazai to carry them

Of course Dazai would take them in his arms immediately. He would rock them back and forth and walk them over to the window to gaze at the birds flying or anything interesting that caught Dazai's attention

Also, when your baby is a little bit older, Dazai would take them on walks in the park

It may be difficult for Dazai to bend down all the time but he'd always let your baby try and walk as he keeps a hand on them for safety

Now, when it's time for bed, Dazai would always read a bedtime story to your baby, regardless if they can already understand it or not

He'll use his left hand to gently pat your baby to sleep while his right hand holds the book up for him to read

Sometimes, he'd find himself getting sleepy as well, either from exhaustion or because the bedtime story was effective

And when you arrive home, you'll see them curled up in bed, Dazai's arm protectively placed over your baby's head in case they roll around and bump their head on the wall

You'd quietly approach them and place a blanket over their bodies

"You did a great job, Dazai," You would whisper as you kiss his temple

"You too," Dazai would respond as he reaches up to pat your hair. "Now go get changed and climb in bed. We missed you so much."

➳ Nakahara Chuuya

So I think Chuuya would be fairly good with kids

He loves playing with your baby but at the same time he gets scared to touch them

It's like there's a sign that says: Fragile. Handle with care.

which is true since it is a baby after all

But Chuuya would get over his fear as soon as your baby wraps their hand around Chuuya's finger

His eyes? Would literally turn into hearts

He adores your baby so much

Chuuya loves the attention and he would instantly melt at your baby's cuteness

He would always carry them in his arms and swing from side to side especially when he knows your baby is about to cry

An effective way of making your baby laugh would be him throwing them up in the air

You'd always scold Chuuya for it, afraid that he might drop your baby, but Chuuya guarantees you that he won't

And he doesn't

Sometimes he uses his ability to let them fly in the air but only for a few seconds

He's always careful around your baby and always checks if they're okay or not

Now, when it's time to eat, Chuuya finds it difficult to feed your baby or let them finish all their food

Your baby took after Chuuya so they were really active and likes to play around a lot

It was easier when you're around because your baby listens to you really well

But with Chuuya, your baby knows that he likes to have fun and play

wow your baby is smart

So Chuuya thought that the best way for your baby to eat was if Chuuya gave them a reward

And usually the reward would be something sweet. Like a tiny piece of chocolate or even ice cream

But you don't like this method so Chuuya would have to say, "Don't tell this to your mom, okay?"

And your baby would just nod (if they even understand what Chuuya was saying)

Overall, Chuuya is a great dad

He manages to balance the good and bad

He could be strict if he wants

But usually he would just give in because he couldn't resist your baby's cute pout and pleading eyes

Chuuya always wants to make them happy

And he'd do anything to protect his family

Even if they often play around, at the end of the day Chuuya would effectively calm your baby down and put them to sleep by singing or humming a lullaby

You'd walk in on them as Chuuya carries your baby in his arms

"Already asleep?" You ask as you look at the time

"Well, we had a lot of fun today," Chuuya smiles as he walks over to you. "Welcome home."

You'd kiss them both on the cheeks as Chuuya transfers your baby into your arms

"Get some rest, Chuuya. You must be exhausted after running around all day," You giggle softly

"Yeah. But it's okay," Chuuya smiles. "Just seeing our baby smile is enough to lift my spirits."

➳ Nakajima Atsushi

I gotta say,

Atsushi is a PRO

He loves babies and he's great with kids

So when he finally has one? And they highly resemble his s/o? He's absolutely ecstatic!

He loves to take care of your baby

But the only problem that he has is that your baby always cries whenever you leave them to go to work

His heart would always break at the sound of your baby's cries partnered with the huge teardrops that would fall on their face

The first time they were left alone, your baby cried for almost an hour

And the only thing that stopped them was when Atsushi accidentally shifted his right arm

The huge tiger claw and strange white fur was so foreign that it made your baby quiet

Atsushi thought that he scared them and was about to apologize a hundred times when he saw the slight glint in your baby's eyes

Your baby reached a hand out and opened and closed their fist

Atsushi held out his arm carefully and when your baby touched his fur, they smiled

Atsushi sighed in relief and since then he would shift to his tiger form just to see your baby smile or to stop them from crying

He was so glad that they weren't afraid of him or his tiger form god it would break his heart if they were

Feeding your baby wasn't much of a problem since Atsushi always made such delicious food

You learned how to cook together and it definitely suited your baby's taste buds

Atsushi was always happy when your baby finished their food and did their little happy dance

He would praise them and pat their head for doing a good job

He would also give them little treats here and there but nothing too sweet - mostly fruits since your baby loves bananas and blueberries

When your baby's old enough to walk, Atsushi is always chasing them around

They love to play hide and seek or tag

Sometimes you would scold them because they'd be all sweaty and tired but the smiles on their faces would make you drop the subject

Atsushi loves spending time with your baby

He showers them with love and affection 24/7

He wants to give them all the nice things this world could offer

He wants to make them feel safe all the time

"I love you so much," You heard him whisper as he put your baby to sleep in the crib. He kissed their forehead and pulled the blanket over their chest and then made his way over to you

"Thank you," He told you as he hugged you

"For what?" You smile as you hug him back

"For everything," Atsushi kissed your forehead. "Now I've got two bundles of sunshine in my life."

[xxxsoukokuxxx]

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13. taking care of them when they’re sick

Bungo Stray Dogs, Chuya Nakahara x reader

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Spring was an amazing time of the year. Flowers blooming, birds chirping and everything anew. It was serene and beautiful, nothing could ruin it. Or at least that’s what you thought. 

The pollen in the air effected your sinuses. It was rather annoying was the least you could say. Constantly sneezing made you feel dizzy and as if your head was spinning. Almost as if you were drunk.

When Chuya got home that day from work, he noticed you weren’t doing well. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked you out of concern. You had done everything that needed to be done in a day despite your condition and this worried him even more. You only replied saying that you’re fine and that it’s just your sinuses that are troubling you. 

He however didn’t buy it and scooped you up from where you were doing some chore and went to the bedroom. “Chuya!? At least tell me you’re going to do that!” He chuckled, “But you’re so stubborn, you need to rest now, I know you’r e not okay.” You gave up, you didn’t want to argue with him, you were too tired for that, and besides, some rest did sound appealing.

Chuya placed in bed and covered you in a blanket. “Get some rest now, don’t worry about anything else.” he said kissing your head. You smiled and closed your eyes. He left closing the door behind him.

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You woke up hours later, you felt a tad bit better but your head felt heavy. Perhaps all that sneezing really got to you. You took off the blanket and went to the kitchen where Chuya was. He was almost done making dinner, oh what a life saver it is that both of you can cook.

“Y/n, I see you’re up, but you should go back to bed and relax, I’ve got making dinner under control.” he said with a smirk. The irony is that when he finished that sentence he nearly topple over the frying pan he was using. He laughed nervously afterwards. You giggled, “Okay then.” and you made our way back to the bedroom.

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After a while he comes into the room with your dinner, you smiled at him. “Right, after you have your dinner, you need to take some meds.” “...Chu...it’s not that serious.” you pouted. “If you are unwell it is my priority to get you well again. So you just have to take some medicine for your sneezing.” “Okay.” you gave up just out of tiredness.

He waited for you to finish and he went to get the meds needed to get you better. You were hoping you guys had a tablet that you can just swallow but much to your dismay he pulled out a bottle with syrup in it from a cabinet. You grimaced but knew it was necessary.

The redhead opened the bottle and poured the bitter substance onto a spoon, “Open up sweetheart.” “...” you braced yourself because you knew it would make you better (unlike Dazai). You shivered at how bitter it was, “There, that was okay right?” “...” “Y/n?”

“Remind me next time to get the tablet instead of this crap.” He laughed as you said this with a straight face and put the medicine away. Chuya got into bed with you and didn’t have any worries since it isn’t contagious, he pulled you close to him and layed your head on his chest. “Rest now dear, you need it.” he said as he gave you a loving kiss atop your head. You snuggled closer to him and fell asleep quickly due to the medicine’s effect. He rubbed your back which helped all the more.

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Notes: Hey anon. Thanks. I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it any more hurt/comfort and that this is okay. I’m trying to get all the requests done by 4:00 am latest so I hope you understand that I’ve been really busy. I wish you have A Very Merry Christmas

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ah I reaaaally liked the post!Thank you so muuuuch!Actually if you are comfortable to write chuuya,dazai and mori with their lovely s/o who is jealous 🥺💗

Chuuya

It didn’t matter how much he told you he loved you, how much he doted over you, how much he absolutely adored you, none of that mattered.

You trusted him with your life and your heart, and you knew he would never purposely hurt you or try to upset you. It’s not like he talked to those girls at the bar to piss you off, he didn’t exactly know how charming he was when he flashed that smile to them and they almost fell off the barstool after swooning.

Even if he didn’t know, that didn’t mean that you weren’t upset about it. Especially when the females that weren’t able to keep their hands to themselves were skimpily clad in the most revealing short dresses with a neckline so low that they might as well just be wearing a bra out in public. Sure, he’d brush their hands away or move back before they were even able to brush their heavily manicured fingers across his chest or face. It didn’t seem to make you feel any better though.

You’d stand off to the side and watch what was going on, your whole body trembling with agitation, a pang of nausea would hit every time he’d smile at them or when the girl would lean too close, her lips barely brushing against his ear. That’s when he’d excuse himself, swigging back the last of his wine before getting up, his eyes scanning the room until he found you standing against the wall next to the door.

“Are you not having fun?” He asked when he finally made it through the crowd of people standing around. You shrugged, staring down at your feet. “Do you want to go home?”

“You can stay here. I’m sure those girls at the bar are waiting for you.” Your eyes shot over to where they were sitting, staring over in yours and Chuuya’s direction.

“Them?” He looked over to them, his nose scrunching up in disgust. “They are nothing compared to you.”

“You didn’t seem to mind them trying to touch you.” You mumbled, your eyes not moving from the girls, their eyes were like daggers, thrown straight towards you.

“I guess you couldn’t hear me telling them to stop. You couldn’t hear me telling them that I have a girlfriend. You don’t need to be jealous of them, babe.” He tucked a lose strand of hair behind your ear. You bit your cheek, finally pulling your eyes away from the girls to look at him.

“I’m not jealous.” You grumbled, and he could only laugh, draping his arm over your shoulder as he lead you out the door into the busy streets of Yokohama.

“I don’t mind. You’re quite sexy when you get all worked up. I guess I’ll just have to ease your mind when we get home.”

Dazai

No matter how many times it happened, you still couldn’t keep yourself from becoming agitated when the girls around the city flocked to YOUR boyfriend. It was even worse when they seemed to completely ignore the fact that you were holding his hand, walking right next to him, they still circled around him, flourishing him with compliments of how attractive he was, how he would look great without all those clothes on, how he should come back to their place, handing him their phone numbers... they just didn’t seem to care.

He and you were strolling through the park one afternoon, it was mid-spring, finally warm enough to take walks and enjoy the sun. You were enjoying the time you had with him, you missed him terribly when he was at work, and he was finally able to spend an entire day with you. Everything was perfect, at least it was, until you heard the first shrill voice call out his name. Then, everyone came running. They broke your hold on his hand, completely blocking him from your view.

Usually you would stand around and wait for them to go away, but this was just too much. You shouldn’t have to fight for the attention of your own boyfriend, thats ridiculous. So you started walking, if he wanted to waste the one day you had together appeasing his fans than that’s up to him, but you wouldn’t let a perfect day go to waste, you can enjoy it by yourself.

You found a nice spot, it was pretty secluded, and you set your purse down on the ground and laid your head down on it, staring up at the sky where fluffy white clouds drifted by. The only sound was the slight breeze rustling the leaves of the trees and the occasional bird chirping and.... “Y/N! Sweetheart!?” Dazai.

You sat up and saw him running up the slight incline toward you. He was panting by the time he made it to where you were sitting. “I’ve been looking for you. Why did you leave me?” He said between heavy breaths.

“I didn’t want to get in the way of your fan base.” You were picking strands of grass out of the ground, wrapping them around your finger before tossing them to the side.

He sighed before plopping down on the ground next to you, grabbing your hand and placing it on his lap. “You’re upset.”

“You noticed?” You snapped. “This was supposed to be our day, Dazai.”

“It still is our day.” He ran his thumb over your knuckles, trying to calm you.

“I don’t want to share you with them.” You looked up to him, your bottom lip jutted out.

“You’re so jealous, I could just kiss you.” He gave you a cheeky smile and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I am not jealous. I just don’t like them.” You mumbled, pulling your hand out from under his.

“You’re definitely jealous.” He crooned the words, poking your cheeks as he said it.

“Shush.” You grumbled and he placed his hands on your cheeks, making you look at him. He chuckled at your annoyed look before kissing you.

“My precious little princess, what am I going to do with you?” He whispered, you felt the breath of his words against your lips.

“You could kiss me again....”

He pulled you onto his lap, his kiss was harder this time, he was all yours. If any of those girls were around right now, they wouldn’t dare to bother him.

Mori

The moon sat high in the sky, illuminating the city below. It was a perfect night, one that was supposed to be spent out at dinner with Mori. Instead you were in his office, babysitting Elise. He was out with a client, a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair that ran down her back in gorgeous waves. She always wore pencil skirts that accentuated her slender long legs. She made you so self conscious, and he had been spending a lot of time with her recently, always leaving you at headquarters too late, you were asleep by the time he came back.

“Y/N you’re not playing right!” Elises shrill voice pulled you from your self deprecating thoughts. You shook your head and put on a fake smile for her.

“Sorry Elise, alright, do it again.” You were playing charades, and she was obviously acting like a ballerina, but she hated when you answered right on the first try so you threw out random wrong answers just to keep her happy.

The large office door swung open and Mori walked in, a wide smile on his face when he saw his two favorite girls getting along. “Look at this beautiful ballerina!” He called out and Elise ran to his open arms.

“How was your meeting?” You asked and he looked so smug, you hated that you didn’t know what was going on.

“It went great, the client is satisfied and my work is done.” He said, holding Elises hand as he walked toward you. “How was your evening with my dear Elise?”

“It was great, Elise is satisfied and my work is done.” You mocked him, his eyes glinted with a hint of anger at your tone. You pushed yourself up off the floor and grabbed your bag off his desk. “I’ll be heading out now. Goodnight Elise. Mori.” You nodded in his direction, making your way to the door.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him, his grip was tight, but not painful. “Is there a problem?” He asked, his voice low and slightly menacing. It sent a shiver through your body. You never understood why people were scared of him, but now you could see it.

“No. I just want to go home.” You muttered, and he pulled you against him, his hand holding your head against his chest.

“I don’t like lying, dear. You know that.” The words were spoken through his teeth. He didn’t like when you wasted his time over stupid little things.

“Your client....”

“Yes, what about her?” His teeth were unclenched but you could still hear the agitation in his voice.

“She’s so pretty and you spend so much time with her and what if you like her more than me because she’s prettier than me and I’m just me and boring and not perfect like she is.” The words ran out of your mouth like a waterfall. He took a step back so he could look at you, holding you at arms length. He was shaking his head, a low chuckle escaped his lips.

“My jealous kitten, you make me feel so special that you’d get upset about such minuscule things. You have no reason though. You’re my only girl.” He said, running his hands up and down your arms.

“HEEEEEY!” Elises voice rang through the room and Mori turned to look at her sheepishly.

“I’m sorry Elise, dear. You’re my girl too.” She huffed and went back to drawing. He sighed and turned back to face you, his smile was warmer now, it reached his eyes. “But you, you’ll always be my girl. Always.”

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Day 3 for Freefall! Part 2 of Welcome to Paprika ^^ it’s longer than part 1, so the story ends up with a total of 8,122 words, it’s crazy!

A lot more ChuuAtsu moments in there, some softness at the end, hope you guys like it! Dazai and Akutagawa appear as well, their relationship is tensed (see me ignoring cannon and choosing the better life for the dark boy!), tiny appearance of Kunikida and Yosano too.

This part is less dark than the first one, there’s a little bit of inverstigating going on, some weird dream stuff as well, hopefully you’ll enjoy the ending!

It’s on AO3!

Welcome to Paprika - Part 2: The Only Way Out

              “-And why would I team up with him, exactly?

              -Come on, Dazai, you used to work together back then! If not to help them, you could at least do it for Atsushi…” Kunikida turned to Atsushi’s sleeping figure lying on the bed: his face was crossed by a deep frown, whimpers escaping his mouth from time to time.

              “-I know, I know… I just don’t wanna investigate with that feral dog-

              -DAZAI! You do not have a choice! Now stop complaining and go before I kick you out!” Kunikida yelled at his fellow detective, raising his leg up menacingly.

              Dazai eventually complied and left the agency’s infirmary with a grumpy look on his face. He knew he had to be amiable and work with the Port Mafia for his junior’s sake, but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it, above all when he had to team up with his former junior, Akutagawa. He stumped out of the building, grumbling unintelligibly.

              “- This doesn’t make me happy either, Dazai.” A dark figure was leaning against the wall, head hanging low, hands in pockets, dark eyes almost burning holes thought the taller man’s back.

              “-Already here, I see. Let’s get going then.” Dazai started walking ahead, not once turning back to look at the younger man walking behind him. They went on for some time, nothing breaking the awkward silence except for Akutagawa’s occasional shallow coughs.

              Atsushi and Chuuya had been found three days ago, passed out a couple streets away from each other. No traces of fighting had been found around; it didn’t seem like they had met or had struggled against an opponent. They both had been taken to the detective agency to be taken care of by Yosano. Medical checkups had come back normal; the two just seemed to have fallen asleep there, outside in the middle of the day. The only logical reason for their state would be that they were both attacked by an ability user without their knowledge. Dazai had tried to use his own ability on them, without success. Atsushi seemed to have reacted to it somehow as he had stirred in his sleep when Dazai had touched him and tried to talk to him, but he had no way to know if the young man had really heard him or not. It had thus been decided that the Detective Agency and the Port Mafia would be working together on the case. Dazai had been chosen for obvious reasons: he was Atsushi’s mentor and knew enough of the mafia members to be able to work with them without too much hassle. Akutagawa had volunteered to be the mafia’s investigator, wanting to help saving his friend and new mentor Chuuya.

              Long gone were the days when Akutagawa revered Dazai like a god. After the man had left the mafia, Akutagawa had felt more betrayed than could be explained, having lost the person who was holding his life together. Things had deteriorated quickly, madness almost taking over him. Luckily, Chuuya had been there for him in those difficult times, helping him regain his confidence and understand the toxicity of his and Dazai’s previous relationship. The young man owed so much to the mafia executive; he now had found a chance to repay him for all the support he had given him. And so here they were, ex-mentor and ex-junior, trying to work together again despite all that had happened, to help the people they held dear now.

              “-So… You’re Chuuya, right?” Atsushi was still standing a few centimeters away from the smaller man, his eyes to the ground, fingers awkwardly fidgeting in front of him.

              “-Yeah… Atsushi?” The tiger lifted his head, locking his eyes into the Mafioso’s azure gaze. He nodded slowly, confirming his name to the man. The way it sounded in his voice was soothing somehow. “You’re the tiger Akutagawa was after, right?”

              “-Oh, hum… yes…” he rubbed his neck nervously. This man knew who he was, yet he didn’t know anything about him, except for the fact that Dazai didn’t seem to like him much, judging by the tone of his voice when he had called him a midget earlier. “And who… I’m sorry for asking, but who are you?

              “-I guess that dimwit Dazai doesn’t talk much about his past in the mafia, huh?” Atsushi shook his head. “We were partners back in the days, but that’s all in the past.” He let out a sigh, relief and annoyance mixing in his exhale.

              Chuuya turned around, trying to assess the space behind him to find a better position. As he did so, his hands brushed against Atsushi’s, still awkwardly folded in front of him. The slight caress felt warm against his skin, the first time he had been able to feel touch since he’d woken up in this nightmare. His head turned around quickly, meeting the tiger’s stunning eyes. The young man looked flustered, his cheeks colored with a hint of pink.

              “-Did you… did you feel that?” Chuuya’s voice left his lips in a whisper. Atsushi nodded again, not sure of how to react. He hadn’t felt a single thing for so long, this mere contact had sent electricity fly up his arm through his entire body. Without thinking, he grabbed the red-head’s hand, squeezing it between his fingers. The warmth was so calming, so tangible, both of them forgot for an instant the dire situation they were stuck in.

              Finally realizing what was happening, Chuuya cleared his throat, bringing the two of them back to reality. They let go of each other’s hands hastily and the Mafioso turned his back to Atsushi again, this time hiding the blush that was creeping up his own face. What was he doing, seriously? They stood there, awkward silence filling up the entire cave they were hiding in. After a long time, Atsushi was the one to break the silence:

              “-So… You know how this man said we were stuck in dreams? Do you think we could change what’s happening?” Chuuya looked back at him again, an eyebrow raised at the young man’s questions.

              “-What do you mean?

              -Well, you know, sometimes when you’re asleep you can tell that you are dreaming, and then you can manipulate the dream, like make things appear or disappear… you know?” Atsushi tilted his head to the side, hoping Chuuya would understand what he meant.

              The Mafioso felt his heart skipping a beat at the cute gesture and turned away from him once more. He stayed deep in thoughts for a moment, processing what the detective had just said. He could understand the logic behind it, but Tsutsui had told them they were stuck in other people’s dreams, so the chances of his theory actually working seemed pretty slim. He could still try something out; they had nothing to lose anyway. He placed his hands on the cave’s wall in front of him and pushed hard, but nothing moved. He tried again on the other sides, without success.

              “-I don’t think it’s worki-

              -Let’s try together!” Atsushi placed himself next to Chuuya, their shoulders touching. He took a look at him and started counting down from three. At zero, they both pushed with all their might. At first, nothing happened, but as they put more thoughts and power into what they were doing, the walls started moving back slowly. They exchanged triumphant smiles and kept on pushing. This was just a small victory but it still meant a lot; if they kept on working together, they could find a way out of this nightmarish place.

              Dazai and Akutagawa were back in the area their friends had been found, looking around for clues that could help them understand what had happened. Nothing had been spotted when the two were discovered, and three days had passed since then, but they didn’t have a lead and had to start their investigation somewhere. They scrutinized the floor for some time without success again. Akutagawa was running impatient; he didn’t want this case to drag on, he had a man to save and another to get rid of. He looked up to the sky; night was about to fall, orange and purple blending together in between skyscrapers. As his gaze fell on the tall buildings surrounding them, an idea developed in his mind. He looked around for a ladder or external stairs, but having found none, he decided to go up one of the buildings using his ability. He summoned Rashoumon and climbed up a wall, the ability’s teeth digging holes between the bricks. Dazai looked at him and understood without a word, looking around for a way to have a bird's-eye view of the area. He eventually caught up to the broody man five minutes later; the sun was completely out of view, the sky turning a deep shade of blue, moon shining softly behind clouds. Akutagawa pointed at the floor under them: they finally had their clue. Where Chuuya’s and Atsushi’s sleeping body had been found was shining a silvery powder, glittering in the moonlight. It was mimicking the shape of the two men and a small trail of it was going from one silhouette to the other.

              The two men looked at each other and went back to the ground. They could still make out the presence of the strange powder on the floor, its shimmer in the moonlight visible only from certain angles. They took out some samples of it, not daring to touch the substance with their bare hands. It seemed to have the consistency of beach sand, but the color had something magical to it, almost dream-like. They decided to stop here for the day: they though it preferable to analyze the substance first before doing anything reckless. They went back to their respective headquarters, each with a sample of the powder to analyze, and with the agreement of meeting again the next day to compare their findings.

              Not a lot of words had been exchanged during their outing today, but thanks to this discovery the tension seemed to have decreased a little. Akutagawa would still tense at the sound of his ex-mentor’s voice, but he had managed to stay calm despite the proximity of the man. He didn’t necessarily look forward to the next day, but if the case kept on progressing like this it would be over soon and he wouldn’t have to see Dazai again.

              They were both on the floor, facing each other. They had managed to free up enough space to sit down comfortably. The storm was still raging outside, the beast was still waiting for them to go out; it was not as insistent as it was at first, not trying to force its way inside anymore, but it was pacing in front of the cave, wings flapping menacingly from time to time. Atsushi was looking at the ground, trying to avoid looking at the cave’s entrance; Chuuya had his gaze directed towards the tiger, his eyes unfocused, his mind deep in thoughts. They had managed to manipulate this world a little; they had struggled a bit but the results were apparent. Now all they needed to do was to find ideas to break out of here, to find their way out.

              “-Hey, Atsushi? You said we could make thing appear in dreams, right? How about we try to summon an object here?

              -What kind of objet are you thinking about?

              -Hm… maybe some shovels? I don’t think we could manage anything bigger; it was hard enough to push the walls for a couple meters…” Atsushi stood up and walked to Chuuya, grabbing his hands to help him up. “Or any other object that could help us find a way out of here.”

              “-I have an idea… instead of making shovels appear and dig a hole, we could like… try to jump and think about the floor breaking and opening on a room close to the exit… what do you think?” Atsushi tilted his head to the side again. Chuuya’s face heated up; this man was too cute for words and his way of thinking was so imaginative, he didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. He shook his head violently; now was not the moment to get distracted by this kind of things. His hand was still in Atsushi’s; he tugged at it a little but the tiger didn’t let go. Chuuya looked up at him, dazzling eyes fixing him questioningly. The Mafioso let out a sigh, annoyed look on his face: he didn’t like what Atsushi was doing to him.

              “-Fine, let’s try that. How do you wanna do it?

              -Well… We just have to think about the next dream, jump together and it should appear, right? So… Let’s just imagine it’s a nice dream that doesn’t want to eat us or anything, and then jump…” Chuuya nodded and looked back at Atsushi who grabbed his other hand tight. “Ready? Three, two, ooone… JUMP!” The two of them rose in the air and Chuuya couldn’t help but close his eyes.

              After some time without feeling anything, he opened them again only to realize they were floating. A look of complete fascination was plastered on Atsushi’s face. The red-head looked around and immediately understood why: clouds of all colors and shapes were puffing around them, looking just like cotton candy, tiny birds and butterflies were flying next to them, feathers and wings sometimes caressing their cheeks. When they reached the ground, the world was even more marvelous: baby pink and tender green hills were rising here and there, a clear stream of water gliding in between, mythical creatures were jumping around, griffins looking at the two men peacefully, unicorns grazing by their sides. Happy laughter could be heard coming from far off.

              Atsushi’s eyes were wide open, taking in the landscape, liking it calmness compared to what they had seen before. A gentle smile was gracing his lips.

              “-This looks like-

              -A kid’s dream.” Chuuya’s harsh voice interrupted him. “That bastard.” The red-head fists clenched strongly, his face was contorted by anger.

              “-Wait, do you mean that…

              -Yeah, some poor kid fell victim to that sicko’s ability.” Atsushi’s eyes fell to the ground, all traces of happiness gone from his face. He could feel the sting of tears in his eyes. He had been so happy to see such a cute place, it had given him a bit of hope, but the potential explanations behind the presence of this dream world were horrific, he was almost feeling nauseous.

              “-We need to find a way out of here, fast!” Chuuya only groaned as an answer; his whole body was shaking with anger.

              The two of them used the jumping method again and again, crossing a lot of different places, some more normal than others, some more childish than others. They kept on going without having any idea of how long it was taking them, seemingly never finding the end of this nightmarish world.

              Akutagawa was sitting on the sofa in the agency’s reception area, waiting for Dazai to arrive; the man was, as was his habit, late. All the other detectives were carefully avoid the Mafioso, the somber look on his face not enticing them to start a conversation. Dazai eventually appeared, hands in his pocket, humming a song with a radiant smile on his face. The smile turned into a frown as he spotted Akutagawa in the office.

              “-Akutagawa, you’re here early.

              -I only want this investigation to be over as quickly as possible.” His hands pushed deeper in his pockets, his whole body tensing. “Have you seen the results?

              -Yes, it was some sort of sleeping powder, right? Looks like we’re fighting against the Sandman.” Akutagawa raised an eyebrow at the name. He couldn’t believe Dazai was making jokes in such a situation.

              “-Some of my subordinates are looking for information on any ability user who can manipulate sand.

              -Good, good… but you can tell them there’s no need to look further into that.” A smirk tugged at Dazai’s lips. “Someone in the government owed me a favor, so they snooped around a little for me.” In reality, he’d had to beg Ango for a favor, but he would never admit that to anyone. The government agent, understanding the urgency of the situation, had agreed to help him, with the condition that Dazai now owed him a huge favor. The man hated finding himself in these kinds of situations, but he hadn’t found a faster way to help Atsushi.

              The detective plunged a hand in his coat, took out a file and threw it on the table in front of Akutagawa. He kept on talking while the Mafioso was reading through the record.

              “-Tsutsui Yasutaka, 32, born in Osaka. His ability is called Paprika; it creates a parallel world that feeds on people’s dreams and nightmares, those stuck in this world are slowly consumed by it. He awoke his ability at the age of 5, when he trapped three of his school friends in his world. He’s been monitored by the Special Ability Department since then and has been in and out of their cells for years. It seems he had recently escaped the high security facility he was held at by trapping the guard in his other world and stealing their keys. Nothing else of interest in the file.”

              Akutagawa looked up at Dazai, puzzled look on his face.

              “-What do you mean, ‘nothing else of interest’? Doesn’t it say how to get Chuuya and the weretiger to wake up?” Dazai’s eyes darkened at the question.

              “-There are no known survivors. All those taken by Tsutsui have remained in Paprika, never to be seen again.”

              The atmosphere around the men seemed to freeze, the air filling with dread, chilling them to the bones. How would they save the two men sleeping in the infirmary when their odds of survival were so low? For all they knew, that Tsutsui was also in this parallel world, untouchable. The silence in the office was heavy, all the people present dwelling on grim thoughts. Everybody was tensed; even Dazai had abandoned his usual carefree and cheerful attitude. A sudden set of screams broke them out of their hopelessness.

              “-That’s it, I have enough!” Chuuya let himself fall to the floor. They had jumped through dozens of different dreams, and nothing seemed to change: they were still stuck in this terrible place.

              “-We should think of another way…

              -Well my brain’s run out of ideas, but feel free to do whatever you want!” Chuuya snapped at Atsushi, but regretted it right away. It wasn’t the young man’s fault; he was only trying to help. He took off his hat and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Sorry about that, I’m just… I can’t stand this place anymore.

              -I know, it’s the same for me. I’m sure we’ll come up with something.” Atsushi’s voice was soothing and the red-head closed his eyes and rubbed his face with his hands. He felt the warmth of the weretiger appearing next to him and a gentle hand coming to rest on his shoulder. He leaned into the touch, his body pressing against the other’s. They stayed like this for some time, taking comfort into the each other, appreciating the warm tingles taking over their bodies.

              Chuuya eventually registered the repetitive, clicking sound around them. He opened his eyes, only to see feminine legs, all clad in tights, their feet wrapped in fancy-looking heels, walking everywhere. There were hundreds, thousands of them, these legs without owners, just walking, the click clack of their heels ceaseless. The sound was barely there, but now that he had heard it he couldn’t ignore it anymore, just like the hand of a clock ticking the seconds away. He bent his knees up towards his chest and put his arms over them, hiding his face and ears to protect himself from the annoying sound, but without success: the click clack were omnipresent, unavoidable.

              “-Atsushi, if you have an idea, you should let me know now, I think I’m gonna get crazy if I have to listen to those heels for another minute.

              -I’m trying, Chuuya, I’m trying…” The tiger couldn’t help the little hint of panic slipping in his voice: his own ears were being assaulted by the sound too, and his mind didn’t seem to find a single viable plan. He jumped up on his feet, ready to start pacing to help his mind a little, but as he stood up completely, his whole body froze. Maybe he had found the solution after all.

              “-Chuuya!” The other man looked up at him, confused by the sudden burst of the silver-haired man in front of him. “Do you ever have these moments when you’re asleep, and you feel like you’re falling and then BANG! you’re awake? I think that’s what we have to do!”

              The Mafioso couldn’t help but smile at Atsushi’s behavior. He stood up as well facing the weretiger, trying to ignore the legs as much as he could.

              “-What do you suggest then? We’ve been doing some falling befo-

              -No, we were jumping. Now I’m talking about letting ourselves fall, without controlling what we’re doing.” The fire in his eyes was raging with determination, he knew he had found their way out, it had to be or he would just give up entirely.

              “-Okay, I get it, I’ll try. Your idea has to work, otherwise…” He didn’t need to finish his sentence for Atsushi to understand what he meant: the Mafioso was at his limit too, this would be their last attempt before surrendering completely.

              They both stood next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, Chuuya’s left hand tightly wrapped around Atsushi’s right one. They had their eyes closed, trying to ready themselves for what was coming. Atsushi’s voice rose, trembling a little:

              “-Remember, you have to imagine yourself falling, as if you had jumped from the roof of a high building.” He let out a shaky sigh, his fingers tightening around Chuuya’s. “Okay… three… two… one… now.” The last words left his lips in a whisper.

              They both went backward and felt the strange pull of gravity taking a hold of them; they hadn’t felt this sensation since they had first opened their eyes in this place. The wind was ruffling their hair, whistling in their ears. They opened their eyes again to see the city stretching under them; they were high in the sky, flying between the clouds. They locked eyes again, finding reassurance in the other’s gaze. This was it; there was nothing to stop their freefall now.

              They fell for a couple minutes, gravity pulling them with all its mighty force. As the ground was approaching, Atsushi realized they were above the detective agency, quite far from the place he thought he had been before being taken away from the real world. The ground was approaching faster and faster, and panic was taking over them. They were about to crash on the building without being able to do anything, their abilities still refusing to activate. They grabbed each other’s arms firmly, trying to find a tiny thread of reassurance in the gesture. As the roof of the agency’s building came in their field of view, they screamed each other’s name, letting out all their fear before blacking out.

              “-YAAAAAAAA!

              -SHIIIIIIIIIII!”

              Chuuya and Atsushi both woke up with a start, sitting on their beds in a panic. They breathed heavily, the air sweetly burning their lungs; they felt like they were reborn. A door opened and Dazai and Akutagawa came in, alerted by the screams they had just heard. Chuuya jumped out of his bed, ignoring the two men, and rushed to Atsushi, who only had time to sit on his bed before the red-head tackled him in a bone-breaking hug.

              “-We’re alive, we’re ALIVE!” Hot tears of relief were running down his cheeks, falling down Atsushi’s neck. He could feel the tiger’s tears on his skin as well. Atsushi’s chest convulsed a few times before a laugh of pure happiness escaped his lips, his arms embracing the small Mafioso. They had made it out alive, they were back in the real world.

              All their senses seemed enhanced, everything was overwhelming; the touch of the other’s body, their smell, the warmth of their skin, the softness of their hair; they could feel everything at the same time as if they had never felt anything before. They couldn’t let go of each other; they needed to feel these sensations now just as they needed to breathe air to live. However, the sound of someone clearing their throat brought them back to reality.

              “-I’m sorry to interrupt this heartwarming reunion, but it seems like we have a visitor.” Dazai was standing at Atsushi’s bed, wicked smile on his face, his left hand holding a weirdly dressed man by the collar: Tsutsui. The man looked confused and lost, he was muttering under his breath:

              “-I-I don’t understand, this was never supposed to happen. No one’s ever escaped before. How… how… How did that happen?” A never ending stream of questions was falling from the man’s mouth; he didn’t seem to register the world around him anymore.

              Dazai and Akutagawa tried to interrogate him but the man wouldn’t say a thing, too busy trying to understand what had happened: he looked like he had lost his mind. Chuuya and Atsushi couldn’t leave each other’s side, still shaken up by what they’ve been through and by the return of their senses. The other detectives decided to give them some time alone to process the events they had just gone through, which the pair was thankful for. Eventually, government envoys came to retrieve Tsutsui. He was still in a dazed as military men forced him in an armored car, not taking in what was happening to him. The car slowly drove away; it was now time for the Detective Agency and Mafia’s joint investigation to end.

              Chuuya and Atsushi were lying in one bed, in each other’s arms. They didn’t know how they ended up in this position but they didn’t really care: the warmth between them was calming, it seemed like it could melt all their bad memories away. A soft knock on the door shook them out of their sweet lethargy. Yosano entered and quickly closed the door behind her, apparently trying to prevent other people from coming in.

              “-Hi, you two. I’m glad you made it back alive. Now… I’m sorry to tell you this, but you have to go back at being enemies. Red-head! Your grumpy friend’s waiting for you. Hurry up, I hate having him around!” Yosano’s authoritative tone made Chuuya jump up and off the bed. He walked passed her to the door and grabbed the handle. He took a last glance at Atsushi, their eyes meeting one last time. He would miss this magically colored gaze. He let out a sigh and opened the door, leaving with his head high. Akutagawa ran to him and took him out of the agency, back to the Port Mafia’s headquarters.

              Atsushi stayed in bed for some time. He didn’t feel like doing anything, loneliness taking over him since Chuuya had left. He would sigh a lot, eyes fixed at the door. Eventually, Yosano passed her head from behind the wooden screen next to Atsushi’s bed.

              “-Atsushi, would you stop sighing so much? You sound like a young girl whose fiancé has just left for the war. I’m sure you’ll see your red-head again!” At these words, Atsushi’s entire face turned red. He stuttered a little, hand waving in front of him.

              “-I-I-I have n-no idea what you’re t-talking about!” He hid his face in the covers, hearing Yosano walking away with a chuckle. Deep down, he hoped she was right.