#to the people who recognise which song is the title from ily hehe

[misslaevna]

Hello!!! Can I request a scenario where reader cheats on character. And they physically/emotionally harm reader. Then it all turns out to be a set up. So reader was forced to 'cheat' or something bad would've happened.

Characters:Fyodor,Chuuya and dazai.

Please feel free to add anymore characters!

Please and thank you!

𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓈?

a/n: I hope I interpreted this right, hope you'll enjoy it! ♡ characters: Fyodor, Chuuya, Dazai trigger warning: physical and emotional abuse - proceed with caution masterlist & requesting

Fyodor

It felt so cold.

Not that the room’s temperature was low in particular, in fact - it was fairly warm, and the fireplace crackling filled the space with both visual and auditory ambiance. 

But that knife against your throat made you freeze in the chair you were sitting on.

You felt the blade firmly being pressed against your skin, while a hand forced your chin up, making Fyodor’s glimmering, violet eyes unable to avoid.

He let out a soft chuckle while he softly tilted his head to the side, as if he’s not even seeing you as a human, let alone his significant other - more like livestock he’s examining. Something worthless, something faulty, an imperfect product.

‘So how long were you planning on waiting to tell me?’ he asked, so casually, so lightheartedly, as he pressed the knife a little more into your skin - it stung you, it made you almost choke on the lump in your throat, however, blood wasn’t drawn… yet.

You knew exactly what he’s talking about. For a moment, you wondered; does he know that if you didn’t go along with what that man wanted, he wouldn’t be possessing the confidential files on Europe’s top ability users? Let alone the documents - had you not given yourself to that other guy, you would’ve risked so much more. You would’ve risked Fyodor’s whereabouts, the mission, the information, even your own life - although that was the thing you cared the least about.

‘Fyodor, I… had… to…’ you mumbled. You tried to speak up as much as you could, to hide your shaky voice and mask the actual terror you’re feeling right now. 

No matter how close you were with Fyodor, deep down, he still scared you - he always did. 

‘It was… the… the only way….’ you forced the words out of your mouth.

Fyodor shook his head, clicking his tongue, ‘You sinned, my little mouse.’ 

His piercing, violet gaze felt like a hundred needles stinging into your eyes - you could swear his eyes stung even more than the knife he was pressing to your neck. His violence filled eyes met with your terrified ones as tears slowly started to roll down your face. 

‘Had you taken my guidance, this would not have happened.’ he said in a calm voice, referring to your little incident before you headed out to gather information - more specifically, that you did not consult him beforehand. 

In your mind, you forged the perfect plan, you had it figured out to the smallest detail - or so you have thought. In hindsight, all you wanted was to just stop yourself from even heading out and let Fyodor handle it.

Fyodor wasn’t saying anything. He was just staring at you, soaking in the sight of you crying vulnerably, and staring up to him - not that you had the choice to look somewhere else. Your suffering to him was what water to someone wandering the desert for days to no end - and Fyodor was very thirsty.

He chuckled in amusement - you knew that chuckle way too well. 

Your tears heavily blurred your vision, but still, the smirk on Fyodor’s face was crystal clear. 

After moments which seemed like forever, he leaned down to you, now his eyes at an even level with yours.

You let out a small whimper in fear. 

He finally opened his mouth, not raising his voice above the level of a faint whisper.

‘Repent.’

Chuuya

You groaned in pain, raising a hand to a spot on your head that pounded like it’s about to explode. You noticed pretty soon that your hand and arm is giving you trouble as well - with every little movement, pain shot through your entire body, making it unbearably painful to move. 

Your senses were still a bit dull, but you were certain you’re hearing a familiar voice sobbing not far from you. 

You fixed your eyes on the man sitting on the couch - with one shaky hand he was holding a phone, and with another he was gripping his hat so tight that it was a miracle he didn’t tear it apart. 

You tried to let go of the wall and make your way over Chuuya, however that only resulted in you falling down on your knees again - you were aching with such a deep, piercing pain both physically and mentally that it felt more like a boulder pushing you down on the floor, making it impossible for you to get up once again.

You remembered a lot of yelling and screaming, and a lamp shuttering on the floor. Books flying everywhere, then a large thud, and then everything going blurry, and then well… you regaining consciousness with an unbearable, sharp pain.

The soft thud you made when you fell back to your knees drew Chuuya’s attention to you. 

‘Y/n? Y/n?! Are you okay? Are you hurt?! Fuck. Oh my god. Fuck!’ Chuuya yelled, while he was next to you in an instant.

You carelessly raised your shoulders. You felt so humiliated. 

‘What’s that?’ you asked silently, eyeing the phone in Chuuya’s hand - from what you could make out, it was an incredibly long paragraph of text, from no other than Dazai.

‘... he told me everything.’ he muttered, staring at the ground. 

‘Everything?’

Chuuya nodded.

‘Yeah. He walked me through what happened last night when he ran into you. He… said the same thing as you did. About that dickhead trying to get it with you. And if he doesn’t kiss you in front of him, god knows what could’ve happened…’

You stared at Chuuya’s deep, teary blue eyes - even with little to no strength, you tried to empathize with him, you tried to feel the pain he was going though; but yours was much greater to allow you to do that.

‘Y/n, I- I didn’t mean to hurt you, I-...’ Chuuya stuttered. The consequences of his actions hit him like lightning when he received the text message from Dazai reassuring him that there’s nothing between you and him and you love Chuuya and Chuuya only - Chuuya’s temper got the better of him.

He carefully placed his hands around you, paying special attention to your bruises, the blue and purple marks his violence left on you. 

‘I-I’ll take care of you baby. I… Jesus fucking Christ…’ he muttered, trying to help you to get up.

You let yourself be pulled up from the ground and be guided to the bathroom to get yourself cleaned by a sobbing, shaking Chuuya.

The ache in your body felt a bit better by now, although with difficulty, you could move around a little - but the feelings didn’t seem to want to return just yet to you.

As if the moment he slammed you to the wall, all your sadness, anger, frustration and hatred just evaporated, and there’s nothing left but an empty shell of something you used to be.

Dazai

It’s day 4 of no contact with your boyfriend. 

If looks could set a phone on fire, yours would’ve definitely made yours go up in flames - you’ve been practically staring at it, anticipating the moment when it’s finally gonna buzz with a notification from Dazai. He should be contacting you soon, shouldn’t he?

He did say he will be back - why would he lie to you? He just said he needs a little time and it’s going to be okay. 

At that point, you couldn’t decide which is more unbearable: the knot in your stomach, the lump in your throat, or your thoughts which were eating your sanity away piece by piece.

He didn’t say that it’s over, none of you established that this would be the end of your relationship, so he’s still your boyfriend, right? He’s still your lovely, caring Dazai, isn’t he? He still loves you… he must still love you, or he would’ve said if it was otherwise…

… wouldn’t he?

That night kept replaying in your head over and over.

That night where you pressed your lips onto someone else’s. 

Your consciousness started tearing you apart as soon as it happened - you didn’t do it because you wanted to be unfaithful, you never meant to dishonor your relationship and most of all, Dazai. But what else could you have done? 

You tried to ignore the blackmail for months, until… you just couldn’t. Until he actually threatened to expose Dazai’s dark past relating to the mafia. You had no choice but to give in, one meetup and it would be over and you could go back to how everything was before, without all the anxiety and paranoia.

Your breathing was a mess; you were laying in bed, trying to at least breathe in a little oxygen so you wouldn’t pass out from bawling your eyes out. You tightened your grip around one of Dazai’s shirts, lifting it to your nose, trying to take in some of his smell, or at least what was left on it on that piece of clothing. 

It wasn’t one of those crying sessions where your emotions flowed out and eventually you were left relieved; it was the kind of crying where no sound left your mouth, where only tears rolled down your face while it felt like with every messy breath, you exhale a fragment of your very soul. 

Suddenly, your phone started buzzing; you hastily checked who could be calling you now, in the middle of the night. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw that it was Dazai finally reaching out to you. You took a deep breath as a last resort to regulate your breathing and to gather yourself before you answered.

‘Honey?’ you asked, with your heart beating in your throat.

Silence.

‘D-Dazai?’ you asked again after he didn’t say anything for a minute. Instead of feeling scared, worry started to creep its way into your mind.

‘Sorry, I’m here, y/n.’ he said in the most casual tone, as if he was just calling you on a regular afternoon to check up on you. 

Suddenly, you heard another voice from the phone - one you couldn’t recognise, one that felt like a huge knife being struck into your heart.

‘Could you make that call a bit later?’

It was a voice of a woman.

‘Where are you…?’ you muttered, trying to keep your voice as stable as you could - unsuccessfully. 

‘Sorry, sorry. I’ll be hanging up.’ Dazai apologized - but not to you. 

‘I’ll be in touch later, y/n. Good night.’ he said, this time finally to you.

‘No, no Dazai, wai-’

Before you could finish, he hung up.

His suspicious phone call left you even more scarred, even more damaged than before - you almost wished he never called at all, that you would rather he just disappeared and never talked to you again. 

Your silent sobs, as if a bomb, exploded into you wailing, screaming with tears into Dazai’s shirt, letting all your self-hatred be absorbed by the fabric that you were covering your face with. 

You couldn’t and you didn’t want to believe he was out with a woman, doing god knows what, god knows where - how could he do this? Was this revenge? Why did he call you in the first place?

Why was he torturing you like this?

Your whole body tensed up, from your flowing tears, you could barely see a thing - it was one of those moments where life just didn’t feel real, where it all felt like some horrifying nightmare you would love to wake up from. 

With all your anger, you threw your phone against the wall - breaking the screen to absolute pieces, but you just couldn’t care about that at that moment. 

At least he can’t contact you. At least you can’t know what he’s doing. 

You hugged your knees, trying to comfort yourself as much as you could, trying to convince yourself that this is still just a bad situation you two will endure and get over, and this is not the end; that he’s still your Dazai.

However, as much as you tried to suppress it, something in your gut was telling you the opposite.

And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you felt like that something in your gut is right.

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and a little remedy to heal the emotional damage:

Chuuya hugging you

Fyodor hugging you