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i want to see him screaming crying throwing up
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chuuya dazai and fyodor when reader tries to remove the hickies they gave reader the next day OHKYIGOAHSS
a/n: hiii everyone i have crawled out of my void to offer you this post !! ty to the anon who came up with this wonderful idea. i've missed posting omg and we somehow are so close to 3k despite my inactivity??? slay. shall open reqs again once we get there mwehehe
warnings: slight nsfw
(Chuuya, Dazai, Fyodor) When You Try to Remove Hickeys
Chuuya
he's gonna be the most chill about this tbh
it's your body and if you don't want ppl seeing that on you then that's ur choice!!
however
hiding them is one thing, but that doesn't mean he wants to see you removing them
so yknow that hack where you take a whisk and like,,,twist it over the mark to get rid of it?
yeah so you tried that...and it was actually working until chuuya barged into the room and demanded to know what you were doing
bro is not happy to see the hickies he'd proudly left on you last night being somehow removed by a WHISK
grabs that mf thing and throws it across the room
chuuya's not angry at you, more so frustrated and insecure?? cuz like why would u wanna get rid of them
he's lowkey gonna start pouting tbh. won't say anything else but will glare & give u silent treatment
won't stop until you admit the only reason u removed them is because it was too visible with your work uniform and u didn't want everyone staring smh
insist that he should give you more in areas that people won't see and there's no guarantee y'all won't be late to work <3
Dazai
oh lord
so dazai really loves to mark you up
and last night was no different. your neck was black and blue with hickies
deadass to the point where you nearly had a heart attack when you saw it in the morning
"how am i gonna go to work like this?!" you practically sob to him while he LAUGHS
his only advice is "then don't go" as if both of y'all don't need to have ur asses at the agency in 20 minutes
you check ur phone for the time and when u see this you panic and sprint to your shared bedroom
you try everything you can think of to cover them
first you hastily layer concealer on your neck, to no avail as the marks were too dark
then digging through ur closet for clothes with a high enough neckline to hide it, to which you found none
whole time dazai is leaning against the doorframe, watching ur meltdown with an amused expression
he approaches and helps u up from the floor where u had collapsed with all the clothes strewn around you ☹️
"allow me to pick out something for you to wear" ….oh god
u guys are beyond late at this point so you sigh and accept defeat, to which dazai picks a shirt that of course displays all the marks on your neck
you got lots of stares that day to say the least
Fyodor
surprisingly fyodor doesn't usually leave too many marks on you to begin with
he's got that old fashioned take where it's like "other people don't need to see that and be in our business" if u know what i mean
however, he is also a very possessive man
^so when he gets worked up and does leave hickeys on you, the last thing he wants to see is you trying to hide or remove them
which is exactly what he walked in on u doing today
you were trying the good old "rub an ice cube on it" hack before u had to work
now this mf thinks you have some hidden agenda as to why you wanted them gone
"are you seeing someone else" 💀💀
PLS u didn't realize he had been watching from the doorway and this scares u so bad u drop the ice cube down ur shirt
u start frantically trying to get it out of ur shirt while yelling at him like "i have to work, wtf are u talking about???"
u immediately stop tho when he storms up to u and grabs your face to make you look at him
his face is so cold and unreadable omg it's scary
his eyes shift to the marks on your neck as he traces over them with his fingers
"leave these alone" he says lowly, then adjusts the collar of your shirt so they are partially covered
neither of u will say anything more about it after that, but fyodor sends sigma to secretly follow u to work to make sure that's where ur really going 😓
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When You Ask Them To Be Tougher
Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor
Content: Nfsw
Dazai Osamu
Finally, both of you were tired and you were at home, but as if Dazai had enough energy, he climbed on top of you while you were lying on his bed. "Hmm..Bella.." He took your hands and spoke, "Pft I see you still have enough energy" He giggled at what you said and gave you a lot of kisses in the world. You knew what he wanted, of course you wanted it too, but he was always so gentle with you...like a glass that would break more than it should, but you always wanted him to treat you harder, but you never expressed it
You stopped him with your hand as he was already taking your underwear down from your leg. "Osamu..I need to say something.." the brunette, who looked confused, looked at you in surprise and the room fell into a long silence. "And? What is this? Is it something worth ruining the current atmosphere? " you couldn't speak "So you know..You're so kind to me..I'm so happy about it! I'm not saying I'm unhappy..just a little more.." dazai frowned "A little more?" You finally let out a deep breath, "I want you to be harder on me during sex”
Dazai's face didn't change, he looked serious. "Osamu?" You asked trying to break away from the silence. "Yes, my love, I understand." Dazai narrowed his eyes looking at you in a very obedient tone. You smiled at this and pulled him into a hot kiss. His hands went to your legs and he quickly untied the bra, which was the last remaining underwear on you, and threw it aside, leaving scars on your neck that will remain tomorrow. His fingers danced on your chest, while he was playing with one, he was sucking the other with bites with his mouth, then he slowly spread your legs
"Wow..a wet pussy already? Is this because of your request today?" He slowly leaned down to your ear and bit your ear. You felt his breath everywhere. "You are very naughty, aren't you? You are a naughty woman." You shivered as the cold air touched your pussy while he spread your legs with both hands. Dazai unzipped his zipper and you saw that he was already hard. This made your face blush. He slowly adjusted it towards you and gently put his head inside. It was the same as usual, but what was unexpected was that he suddenly pushed in. "Fuck, Osamu!" Your back arched quickly and you threw your head back screaming, "Nothing's Even Started Yet, 'Donna, Let Me Take This Chance You've Given Me”
Chuuya Nakahara
A shining red satin dress and blood-coloured wine on a beautiful dinner table. Everything that adorns this table is together, but for whom? Chuuya Nakahara Your boyfriend PM Leader finds less time for you just with this excuse, so you are angry with him, but is this the real reason for your anger? Not really... You always loved your night life... I also loved your fantasies in your sexual relationships, but it seemed like everything was too monotonous, everything was so simple and calm, you always wanted more from him, you had dreams, you dreamed dreams, but you never had the chance to tell him this
Tonight was a golden tray presented to you to give you that chance, you were going to do your best to seduce him, a thin red dress, black ankle high heels, a silver jewelery necklace, blow-dried hair, simple make-up and spicy perfume, everything was what suits you best, the doorbell rang and The sound of your heels echoed every time you walked on the parquet floors, each step became more exciting to see your lover's face. "Welcome, my love" You said to him in a flirty tone
his tired self seemed to recover quickly he chuckled "you look attractive darling...but all this preparation? are we waiting for someone?" you made a frown on your face "Not really...a special night" chuuya frowned "special?? I forgot an important day? that's impossible.." you giggled at his daze and shook your head no "It's a special night just to talk to you" He turned towards you while looking aside his jacket and hat. "hmm? What do you want to say?" You tried to look away in embarrassment but you had already made up your mind
"My love...I...I think our relationship, that is, our night life, has become a little simpler.." This sentence made Chuuya frown, "Do you mean it's become boring?" You tried to put it together quickly, "no no! Don't think like that...I'm just very towards me...I think you're being delicate" Chuuya caressed your hair and chuckled lightly. You didn't understand this and made an angry face. "What..what's so funny??" Your lover didn't speak and took you in his arms with an unexpected move. "H-hey!" you thought he was taking you to your bedroom but he placed you at the table with the wine "What are you doing??" Your boyfriend remained silent and slowly undressed you by placing kisses and bites on your neck. He slowly took the wine glass and dripped it from your neck to your breasts. "If You're So Shy, Then Let Me Handle İt, You Won't Be Able To Walk Tomorrow”
Fyodor Dostoyevski
Your relationship with your lover had been going on for a year, of course you had a night life, but... he didn't spare enough time for you, but even if he did, he acted very lightly. You knew him, he wasn't that type of person, but then why was he treating you like that? Your nights came to your mind... "My love, I need you... " your fingers crossed his chin as you spoke to him in a flirty tone "Hmm? You need me so much right now darling" whenever you asked him and he agreed it was only licks oral or fingering
You were tired of begging him, of course you didn't tell him openly, but you knew he wasn't stupid either, so why was he hesitant to touch you? Have you ever had real sex in your one-year relationship? suspicious...of course you didn't suspect him, you knew he wasn't cheating then why? Finally you were going to discuss this issue with him. You were really tired of complaining. You tied your hair up in a messy bun and wore a light black dress. Fyodor always came home on time, this was like his routine. Finally, at exactly 20.00 the door rang and finally
You saw your lover with beautiful long purple hair, she had tied her hair into a ponytail, her beautiful purple eyes gave you a quick sharp look "I didn't know you were waiting for me so eagerly" she let out a small breath and quickly walked in she doesn't seem to care much "Fyodor...please I want to talk to you you have to listen ?" Fyodor took off his jacket and put it on the coffee table, rolling his eyes and leaning into the comfortable chair. "What is the reason for this relentless conversation, darling? You seem nervous these days." His eyes followed you until you sat next to him. "Or is some bastard bothering you? Just tell me, I will get rid of him in the most painful way." " you placed your hands on his hand "no no! this is about you..I-I mean us"
You felt so nervous 'what if I break his trust?' you thought, "How long has it been since I last had a truly passionate night with you?...I mean..you love me but you act so gentle and untouchable towards me" Dostoyevsky raised his eyebrows in surprise and tilted his head slightly to the side. This was the first time you saw him make that face. It could have been "I.. I heard you liked such things a long time ago.." your eyes widened old memories came to your mind when you were talking to your friend and she asked you what kind of men you like and you said "Let him treat me like his goddess~~fufufu" the things you said teasingly are now got into trouble
“Oh..those were just things I said casually..” fyodor gently held your chin with his hand “just like that?” You slowly lowered your head and leaned towards his hand, Fyodor's tired eyes closed slightly and he giggled. His harmonious giggle embarrassed you and made you blush. His hands wandered over your black dress. "I understand, dear.. It's all just nonsense." He left bites on your neck and made you blush. He pulled you onto his lap and while you was waiting for him to gently take off the dress you was wearing, he caused you to tear it from your chest. "Ah..!" It caused an unexpected gasp as you took off your underwear and threw them to a corner of the room “So You've Been Lusting After Me For A Long Time, Darling...Today I'll Make Sure You Take İt All İn”
Enjoy!
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The Infamous Chuuya-SSKK Car Ride
Two. Fucking. Hours.
Akutagawa and Atsushi have been arguing for two hours almost non-stop and there's still an hour to go in the trip. If you had asked Chuuya before he climbed into this four-wheeled prison what the most annoying thing on Earth was, he would've said without hesitation that it was dealing with Dazai. That was a more innocent time, a time before life had decided to punish him for his every felony, misdemeanor, and wasted gallon of milk. He wasn't sure if these apparently nuclear-powered bickering machines being confined to the backseat was better or worse for him. Probably better; at least one half of the invective wasn't being spewed directly into his left ear.
As much as he wanted to blame a member of the Armed Detective Agency for all of his misery, he was disappointed to say that it had been his subordinate and fellow mafioso who started this. Granted it hadn't taken much to get the weretiger to dive down to Akutagawa's level, but he was just trying to make conversation, asking if Chuuya listened to much music. Honestly, the gravity manipulator would've been delighted to spend a three-hour car ride talking about music, even with an ADA member. It was kind of nice that the kid had reached for some common ground between them. Akutagawa really hadn't needed to cut Chuuya off before he had a chance to answer by saying, "No one cares, weretiger." That one admittedly rude remark had sealed Chuuya's fate for the rest of the ride out to the countryside. Thanks, Aku.
"You better not get in my way when we get there, weretiger. The Port Mafia doesn't need Least Beneath the Moonlight."
"I guess I'll leave the job to Brash-ōmon, then. Get over yourself."
How are they still coming up with new insults? Chuuya hadn't even had the energy to tell them to shut the fuck up passed the 35-minute mark, about 25 minutes after his throat started to hurt from trying to match their combined volume. It was like they didn't even hear him. They were in their own little world together.
That was what he'd been warned about, though, wasn't it? Akutagawa and the tiger boy had… tension. He had heard about it from Dazai, but hadn't given it much thought. After all, why would he bother listening to anything that mummy's asshole says off the battlefield? He would happily throw Dazai off a building if he wasn't sure it would make that freak even happier than it would make Chuuya. Something about this train of thought makes Chuuya feel like a hypocrite for some reason. Where was he?
"At least I don't dip my bangs in Wite-Out!"
"Your impoverished ass could only afford one bang!"
Oh right, this thick fog of something making itself at home in Chuuya's backseat and inside his pounding skull. He had thought it was just a joke or an exaggeration, but this much passion for each other? Could all of that really just be simple hate? No, this doesn't really feel like hate. But if they don't hate each other why tell themselves that they do? That's so self-destructive. They should just confront their feelings like adults. Even if those feelings aren't romantic they could still find themselves good friends, they have a lot in common. At least they'd stop making their sexual tension or whatever everyone else's problem.
Why does Chuuya feel like a hypocrite again?
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Chuuya stares into the rear-view mirror. The new Double Black had practically passed out five minutes into the drive to Yokohama. Not surprising after the mission had turned out to be far more complicated then they had anticipated. He wasn't complaining, he really couldn't deal with another three hours of angry sound waves bouncing around an enclosed space. Truthfully, they'd earned the rest. Even when the situation was going to shit they'd worked well together. Atsushi kept Akutagawa's mind on the civilians while Akutagawa's support kept Atsushi calm and focused. Chuuya sees now why Dazai put them together, not that Chuuya would ever openly tell the man he was right.
So he'd let the pair sleep, only debating whether he should wake them up after the blessedly silent car had crossed the Yokohama city limit. He had glanced into the mirror and caught sight of something that made him suddenly redirect as much attention as he safely could to it. The Sun had set halfway through the drive so he had had to wait for the car to pass the next street light to get a good look at it, and sure enough he saw exactly what he thought he had. At some point in the drive Atsushi and Akutagawa had leaned into each other while they slept. Atsushi's head was now resting on Akutagawa's shoulder while the mafioso's head rested on top of the weretiger's. Chuuya smiled. Definitely not hate.
As the car nears the ADA office, where Atsushi was to be dropped off, Chuuya pulls into a gas station with a new mission in mind. After he puts the car in park he takes out his phone and hopes that fatigue keeps the pair asleep and unaware while he does what needs to be done. He gambles on using the flash and wins a nice, clear picture that's going to absolutely make his fucking day the next time Akutagawa decides to make him sit through another "that goddamn foolish weretiger" rant. But was it really fair to make just Akutagawa suffer when Atsushi was about as responsible for Chuuya's three-hour ordeal earlier? No. And isn't the ADA all about that justice shit?
Chuuya opens his text thread with Dazai, taps his thumbs to the screen a few times, and hands down Atsushi's sentence with the push of 'Send'. He only has to wait a few seconds before the weretiger's irritating superior responds.
Mackerel (21:04): Oh my god, thank you so much for this! How useful my dog is becoming!
You (21:04): I seriously can't do this with you right now, Dazai. Those little bastards almost wiped me out on the way to the mission. They argued the entire time. I'm fucking tired.
Mackerel (21:05): Impressive, isn't it?
"Impressive" was one way of putting it. "Never gonna happen again" was another.
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hiii! how about ~any bsd characters of your choice~ when they make you cry for the first time during an argument? (maybe they say something mean, weaponize your insecurities, tell you to shut up (yeah, i'm sensitive to this heh), won't listen to you, etc)
yayyy any of my choice!!! that means my faves dazai and nikolai <3 love u anon
cw: intimacy ? "fuck" is used multiple times, u call urself an escort
A soft breath left your lips as you stared at your ceiling. Without even looking at the clock, you were sure it read some time past 12. You had quite a late night, even just the thought causing you to feel tired again. Closing your eyes tightly, you buried your face into your pillow, turning over in bed to do so.
The movement is followed by a deep chuckle from beside you, causing your eyes to snap open in surprise for a moment. There he is: the man who kept you up.
"Oh, you're still here." You spoke before thinking, the words coming out of your mouth as merely an observation.
"Ouch," he smirked, his hand reaching out to gently brush some hair from your face. "Good morning. Or should I say good afternoon, hm?"
"Um, sure. Thanks for last night, I suppose." Is that what he's waiting on? Acknowledgment? You pull the covers further up, making to sure cover as much of your torso as you can.
Your ex boyfriend only smirked, fingers trailing down your body just above the thick blankets. He propped his head up on one hand, elbow sinking slightly into your mattress. The way the afternoon sun danced between his brown curls made you think of last night, and how nice it felt to grip his soft hair once again. The thought makes you sigh, turning away from him to gaze at the ceiling once more.
"Hey, so, um, I gotta get ready. I have plans later..." you trail off, hoping he'll take the hint. Your ex has always been smart, especially socially - he'll understand.
And he does, for the most part, but he doesn't care. "Kicking me out already? The day just started. I thought you'd at least offer me a bowl of cereal before sending me away." His tone is teasing, the same smug smirk sitting prettily on his lips. "What are your plans, then? Anything I can tag along for?"
The incredulous look on your face gives away your confusion. "What..? No. Hey, thanks again for last night, but this is where we part. You got what you wanted, didn't you?"
He pouts at your words before sitting up. "Yeah, fine. I got what I wanted. Didn't realize this was just a fuck for you."
"Are you saying for you this was more?" You asked genuinely.
"No, I just thought it might have been more for you," he replies dismissively. Standing up, he begins pulling on his pants. "Have fun on your date, then."
You nod, unaware of his trap as you reply genuinely. "Thanks, I'll try."
He pauses, one leg in his pant leg and the other hovering just above it. "So you are prepping for a date."
Looking at him curiously, you nod. "Mhm, yeah. I was chatting with someone on Tinder. Figured I shouldn't go running to my ex whenever I need a good fuck."
He scoffs. "You think you can get a good fuck anywhere else?"
"That's what I'm tryna find out. Put on your pants, please."
"I guess it's my fault then, hm?" His eyes narrowed at you, giving nothing away as he remained frustrated and angry.
"...Fault for what?" You were confused, unaware as to what he was hinting at.
Your ex grits his teeth, feeling annoyed at your obliviousness. "For thinking we might actually get back together."
His words left you stunned for a moment, watching in silence he pulled his pants on the rest of the way. With a rather solemn expression, he shook his head in defeat and put his shirt on quickly. "There's my answer, then," he murmured, more to himself than you as he turned to leave.
Anger coursed through your body. How dare he play the hurt victim now? "Hey, fuck you!" You shouted without thinking. What a colossal asshole! "The night I broke up with you, you told me you never even liked me in the first place! And now what, you suddenly wanna 'rekindle what we had?' What did we have, Dazai? Please, enlighten me, because I find myself remembering that our whole relationship was just you talking down to me and treating me like some second-rate escort! I'm sorry for wanting more," you unloaded. Every thought that had been bouncing around in your head moved out of the way as you admitted what had been eating at you during the year of your relationship together. "It was our one year anniversary, you know, when I finally called it quits. Did you even remember?"
He didn't; of course not. You could just tell by his continued silence and the way he glanced away.
Tears brimmed your eyes. The only thing worse than his condescending remarks was the silence. You couldn't stand his quiet behavior, even when you were together - it screamed pity, and that's the last thing you wanted from someone who always knew what to say. "Get the fuck out of my house." You flopped back against your bed, burying your face into a soft pillow for the second time since waking up less than 10 minutes ago.
The sound of his feet pattering away is unheard by you, barely able to hear anything over the ringing in your head. As silently as you can, you sob into your pillow, feeling hurt and used by your stupid ex boyfriend.
Nikolai, in his crusade for emotional freedom, sometimes found himself treating you in a way that was less than ideal. He liked starting arguments with you, “proving” he didn’t love you as much as he clearly did and definitely wasn’t willing to do anything you asked. It was always over small things, like who made dinner (he’d get mad if you made it since he wanted to treat you or get mad that he’d have to make it since he always does) or how you hogged the blankets at night. Because of this, you usually overlooked it — you understand that it’s his way of proving his freedom and it never devolved into anything more.
Until today, that is. You could hardly remember what the argument was originally about, but he just kept pushing…
“Nikolai, I don’t even know what I did wrong.” Tears were starting to gather in your eyes, making them puffy and glazed over. The more he raised his voice, the more you shrunk in on yourself.
“That’s the problem! How could you not know?!” He took a step closer, towering over you with his large frame.
It was almost hard to breathe, panic coursing through your veins as you suddenly pushed him away with every ounce of strength you had. Silence coursed between the two of you, air tense and uncomfortable. Your tears finally spill once you notice how your hands are shaking. Fine, if he wanted to be free, then far be it from you to stop him.
Wiping your cheeks, you weakly reply, “Get out of my apartment.”
The white haired man paused, waiting to see if you meant it. You didn’t, not really, but it’s embarrassing to admit that when you gaze at your fearfully shaking hands. This isn’t how a boyfriend should treat his partner.
“Please, Nikolai…” You’d fold, you always did, so you resorted to begging while you still had the courage.
That courage wavers fully as his hands rested on your hips, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “It’s my fault, baby,” he whispers. “Let me make it up to you. I’ll get you flowers, and we can order your favorite takeout and have a picnic in the living room while watching your favorite movie…” His thumbs brushed the fresh tears away before both hands grabbed yours. “The last thing I want is for my dove to be scared of me, I swear. I love you more than anything, you’re all I want,” he presses soft kisses against your knuckles, “please, just let me stay...”
You fold.
thank you for this bc i have been ITCHING to write for nikolai my wife my girlfriend my lover (I HAVENT WRITTEN FOR HIM B4 SORRY)
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KUNICHUU RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS IF I CAN ASK . THEY MAKE ME SKITTER AROUND IN MY ENCLOSURE I NEED MORE CONTENTTTTTTT I need to draw them too but ehhh BUT GAH. KUNICHUU SWEEP
Kunichuu makes me so angry because THERE'S LITTLE TO NO CANON INTERACTIONS LIKE WHAT. THEY WOULD HAVE SO MUCH CHEMISTRY. THEY WOULD BE UNSTOPPABLE.
Okay, where should I start
Kunikida would start having a very low opinion on Chuuya since he's an Executive of the Port Mafia, y'know, an organization that kills, tortures, practices extortion among other very illegal activities; but then he would slowly realize that Chuuya, believe it or not, has a strong moral code, that he doesn't see his subordinates as numbers, that he would only kill for the job and doesn't actually enjoy the act of taking a life, and he would at least respect his humanity (and respect the fact that he could stand Dazai for three whole years)
Chuuya, on the other hand, would see Kunikida as a naive, idealistic "hero" wannabe, someone weak that doesn't realize how horrible the world is and tries to be all high and mighty towards any criminal; his view changes a bit when he sees how much of himself he's ready to give up for his partners, and that Doppo doesn't ignore the horrible realty he lives in but instead tries to FIGHT against it, aiming for being the best person he can be even IN SPITE of the world working against his morals and ideas
As a duo, they're both incredibly proficient physical fighters, even without abilities; they tend to have a more nonsense attitude that their piers, making them both some of the more responsible in their respective jobs; they're both surprisingly very in touch with their emotions, feeling free to cry, to scream, to laugh; they wear their heart on their sleeve, and have eyes that burn with passion and vitality, which would make communication between them very easy, and they could find understanding in the others company
Dazai contrasts and complements them both, but Doppo and Chuuya multiply each other strengths, and I think that's a beautiful dynamic that we should se more of
This was supposed to be a short answer since I'm really bad at expressing myself with words, but alas I had more to say than I realized lol
Thanks for the ask!
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if chuuya was raised by dr N, how do you think he would’ve changed?
What an interesting and difficult question
I'm assuming this is from a "what if Chuuya hadn't been taken out of the lab at all"? Where as professor N's project subject, N would have been his "guardian"?
All the Chuuyas we know were pretty similar: the little boy in his village who tried to beat up an older kid because he insulted his parents, the famined kid who had the guts to call out to another kid to know if you could eat the thing he was holding, the relunctant "king" of the Sheep, the Flags' angry little guy, the Port Mafia's top fighter and executive, Dazai's partner. The main points that kept true through all that, even before and after the lab, were that Chuuya fights, Chuuya cares, and Chuuya has an attitude.
I think these are all part of his core personality and will keep true no matter what happens. If he stops displaying these traits, it's because he's hiding them, or he's broken.
If N was smart, he'd give Chuuya a noble goal to latch onto. Getting Chuuya on your side is more efficient than forcing him to cooperate, and in the context that Project Arahabaki's objective was to effectively create a human weapon to be deployed at will, it's a lot more sustainable to have that weapon be proactive.
Chuuya's main driving force has always been defending other people, so something along the lines of saying he could be a hero, a protector, that he could help make people safe with his powers, should be good. Of course, he has to care about the people he's defending for this to be effective, so that first. If N wanted to be his trusted guardian for easier handling, he would need to be the first person Chuuya cares about by being a decent enough "parent" (you bet he'd call himself Chuuya's father for "creating him") who seems to want what's good for Chuuya. If you help Chuuya, he'll bound himself to you forever, no matter what.
With all that, I think that a Chuuya whose nature was exploited for control by N (or whoever N puts him in the hands of) wouldn't be too different from Chuuya the Sheep King or Chuuya the PM executive, just with a lot more propaganda put in his head and maybe worse self-sacrificial tendancies. I don't think the lab would have been a one-and-done thing if he'd stayed under their "care", so I feel the frequent check up, test, etc., while not necessarily evil, paired with him being a glorified weapon, would be damaging in the long run by taking away his ability to say no. At that point, the only thing he has left is his choice to go all out, to be the first in line, and to not care what happens as long as he succeeded in protecting everyone in the end. He's been made to care, and he has nowhere else to go.
Basically, take Chuuya, but instead of "I do what I can to protect everyone", it's "I do what I'm told because I want to protect everyone". Maybe, one day, the Sheep and/or SB history will repeat themselves as Chuuya learns something or meets someone he shouldn't have, or questions his origins. You decide.
I'll leave you with this short one-shot by Musical_Fandom of a young Chuuya, who stayed in the lab, being handed to Fukuchi as a Hunting Dog candidate, because I think that Chuuya meeting Fukuchi at a formative age is a fantastic idea to explore in this context.
#giggles and kicks my feet while thinking about slightly canon divergeant AUs#bsd#bsd chuuya#bsd nakahara chuuya#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#professor N#storm bringer#apparently i talk sometimes#ask answered
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You try to pull "I'm pregnant" prank on them!
Involves: Dazai, Atsushi, Kunikida, Ranpo
Synopsis: You were bored out of your mind, so why not play a prank on them?
Warning: Slightly suggestive?, not proof read
Dazai ❣
After Dazai came back home from work. He found you sitting on the couch, he came and hugged you from behind. But you just got away from him and look at him with a serious face.
"Dazai we need to talk" you said looking him dead in the eye.
"What happened Bella? Is something wrong?" he looked concerned.
"I'm pregnant"
"What!" He was shocked hearing your sudden declaration but he soon figured out what you were trying to pull. So he decided to play along. He picked you up and start swinging you around in a happy burst.
"Bella I can't believe I'm going to be father! So will it be a boy or girl? Well it doesn't matter cause either way we'll love the baby!" Now you were starting to feel bad after seeing his reaction not knowing how to tell him that you were just trying to pull a prank.
"Oh and we should also pick names, no wait first we should also inform others." He picked up his phone to call others before you stopped him.
"Wait dazai I...."
"Hmm what happened Bella, do you want to say something?" he noticed you panicking a bit and he was enjoying every second of it.
" I'm sorry I was just joking. I didn't thought that you would take it so seriously." Dazai burst out laughing seeing your guilty face. and you were just confused.
"I know what you were trying to pull bella, so I just went along with you." Now you felt stupid for even trying to prank him. Then he leaned closer to ear and whispered.
"But that doesn't mean we can't try to get you pregnant~"
Atsushi ❣
It was late in the evening. You both just had dinner and Atsushi was helping you clean up. He was washing the dishes while you were cleaning the dining table.
"Atsushi I'm pregnant." you said casually cleaning the table.
"Oh you're pregnant, Wait! What!" The dish dropped from his hand as he realized what you just said, His face turned red as tomato.
" I...I am so sorry, I didn't think it would happen. We'll just figure something out so please don't panic."
"Atsushi I am not the one who's panicking it's you."
"No I...I just don't know, I'm really sorry just please don't be angry at me." You couldn't help but giggle a bit seeing him so flustered. So you just told him that you were joking or else he might get a panic attack.
"Hey hey calm down It was just a prank." He just blushed heavily from the embarrassment.
"I'm sorry I didn't meant to scare you like that." After that you had to calm him down and felt bad for pranking him.
"I was not scared it's just that we are still young so not now but later when we more stable umm maybe then err only if you want to then we can umm have, err baby." This time you were the one who blushed as you nodded agreeing to him.
Kunikida ❣
It was morning, he was leaving for agency after having breakfast. When you suddenly stopped him saying you had something important to tell him.
"What is it? please make it quick I am already 10 minutes late from my schedule."
"I'm pregnant" you said with a serious tone looking straight at him.
" What! no wait you're pregnant? Are you sure"? he tried to remain calm despite his initial shock and bewilderment.
"Yes of course I'm sure I am pregnant!" you said firmly. He just remained shocked and blushed for a while before recollecting himself.
"Okay! I'm sorry this happened but don't worry I'll take responsibility. First let's go to a hospital we should get you check-up." You just couldn't control your laugh anymore and burst into a fit of laughter. Kunikida just got really confused at your sudden behavior.
"Ha ha ha I'm sorry it's your reaction is just funny and I was just joking" you couldn't help but giggle at his take to the situation. His face turned red again but this time from anger.
" You! you what kind of jest are you doing? It's all because you've been friends with dazai for so long! Are you starting to get his non sensical habits too?" After that you got a long lecture on why you shouldn't be doing such pranks.
Ranpo ❣
You both were sitting in the cafe below agency when you suddenly got this idea to prank him.
"Hey Ranpo! I'm pregnant." you said waiting for his reply but he just looked at you a bored expression.
" Y'know it's not funny." You asked him what?
" I know what you're trying to do and it's not funny. I know you're not pregnant. " He figured out what you were thinking before you even said anything.
"How are you so sure that I am not pregnant I mean there could still be a chance? "
" You're right! There could be a chance. But you and I, both very well know that you are not pregnant. Atleast not yet." he smirked as he left, Leaving you flustered at your own absurdity.
A/N- Should I make a part 2 with other characters? Tell me if you want me to do some specific character!
#bungo stray dogs#bsd#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungou stray dogs#bsd x you#bungo stray dogs dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#dazai fluff#bsd atsushi#atsushi nakajima#bungou stray dogs atsushi#kunikida doppo#bsd kunikida#bungou stray dogs kunikida#ranpo edogawa#ranpo x reader#bungou stray dogs ranpo#bsd ranpo#bsd fanfic#bsd fic#amber's fic
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unfinished soukoku oneshot :) (let me know if i should finish it lol)
1.4k words, hurt/comfort, touch starvation + touch aversion “What the hell did you do?” The redhead snapped, finding himself frustratingly frozen in place. Despite their mask, the assassin seemed to smirk. “It takes a bit to set in. Don’t let anyone touch you, unless you want to have even more blood on your hands.” Panic and confusion took twin positions in the forefront of Chuuya’s mind. “The hell does that mean, you crazy bastard?” Their smirk widened, hand slipping off of Chuuya’s wrist. “Don’t worry, you’ll survive it. I’ll let you put the rest together.” or, Chuuya gets hit by an ability that will kill anyone who touches him. This isn't a problem until a mission requires Corruption.
It all began on a joint mission between the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency.
Of course, it was Chuuya and Dazai who were selected for the task. It seemed like the universe, and the people at their respective organizations seemed outright determined to place the two in close proximity whenever possible.
Most times, they both played up a practiced annoyance at having to even set eyes on one another, sending harsh quips back and forth in a public and dramatic fashion. It felt normal to the both of them, in a way that nothing else had in a long time.
The mission was excruciatingly simple. Perhaps that is what makes how desperately wrong it went all the more difficult to comprehend.
Everything was going smoothly, between the lack of any alarms being raised and a successful kidnapping of a certain powerful figure-- there was even a clear escape route. Until, of course, Dazai decided to peek around the man’s office.
“Idiot!” Chuuya had stage-whispered, still occupied with keeping their target from trying to escape. “We need to get going, there’s no time for your stupid ass to go snooping.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dazai replied, languidly coming to rest his arm on the desk and leaning over with a taunting smirk. “You’re almost as particular with your plans as Kunikida.”
For some reason, Chuuya had gripped harder onto the arm of the man they were intending to kidnap, enough to make him let out a muffled cry of pain into the duct tape over his mouth.
“Let’s just go,” The redhead had ground out through his teeth. “Come on, bastard. I’m sure you can handle not being a selfish ass one damn time.”
Not sensing the change in Chuuya’s demeanor, or perhaps just choosing to ignore it altogether, Dazai had continued a lazy stroll around the office, pulling file cabinets open and leafing absently through the papers held within them.
“We have plenty of time,” The detective had said, waving a hand at Chuuya in a gesture that could only be described as dismissive. “Feel free to go on without me, now that the mission’s completed. I’ll go back to the Agency later.”
Without thinking, Chuuya had scoffed aloud. When he spoke, it was as though his every word were a blade dipped in venom. “Great to know you’re still the same old Dazai.”
The words themselves wouldn’t have been enough to give the brunette even a moment of pause. No, it wasn’t until the end of the sentence that Dazai even really registered what his former partner was saying. Something in the way the redhead said Dazai’s name like it was a curse, like it was something that disgusted him to even say, had set something heavy with hurt and anger in Dazai’s chest.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Dazai had straightened, setting the papers down and taking a step towards where Chuuya was by the window.
Chuuya, being fractionally more insightful than Dazai, had realized that somewhere along the course of the conversation, their mostly-playful bickering had dissolved into something more serious, something harsh and angry that they hadn’t fallen into since Dazai had left the Port Mafia.
That didn’t mean he was going to stop.
“It means,” He said through gritted teeth. “That even though you’ve run off to play pretend and try to be the ‘good guy,’ you’re still the same exact asshole that I knew.”
Dazai’s gaze sharpened, and if it were directed at anyone other than Chuuya, it would have struck a lightning bolt of fear through whoever was unfortunate enough to be met with it.
That won’t work on me, dumbass, Chuuya thought, but did not say. Nothing you can threaten me with will ever hurt more than when you left.
“Why are you doing this?” The brunette asked, not quite hiding the way his fists clenched in his jacket pockets.
Because I want to hear you talk again. Even if it’s to shout at me and call me a hundred terrible things, I would tear the world down to hear your voice for just a moment longer.
“Just trying to make you pause and actually look at yourself for a minute,” Chuuya says instead, forgetting all about the hostage and the mission and any semblance of discretion. “Making sure you’re not deluding yourself into thinking you’ve changed even a little bit.”
A stab of something pierces Chuuya’s chest at the way Dazai’s expression shuts down, the way the angry light behind his eyes falls further and further away, growing colder and duller until it’s gone.
And suddenly, Chuuya is faced with the same dead eyes that Dazai had worn every day of his life when he was still with the Port Mafia.
In truth, the redhead had been painfully aware of how much Dazai had changed since joining the Armed Detective Agency. How he had been more lively, easier to talk to, and seemed to maybe have a trace of happiness behind the cold shell Chuuya had always known the brunette to be.
It wasn’t until all that was gone in an instant that Dazai’s former partner realized just how much had changed.
“Maybe you’re right.” Dazai said. Not an accusation, nor a question. More of an observation, something forged in neutrality and designed to pierce Chuuya’s heart.
I did this. He realized, all notions of continuing this argument leaving his mind at once.
“Maybe I am.” The words tasted like poison on his tongue, coppery like the nail he felt himself hammering into the coffin where their partnership rested.
Dazai nodded, and that was when all hell broke loose.
All at once, the hostage had taken advantage of Chuuya’s brief moment of vulnerability to wrench himself from the man’s strong grip, rolling onto the floor and making his way under the desk. On instinct, Chuuya lunged for him, only to find himself stopped by a harsh, unforgiving hand wrapping around his wrist and pulling him back.
His mouth opened to snap at Dazai, because who else would dare distract him from their mission? The word died in his throat when he was met with a masked face disconcertingly close to his.
“Who the fuck are you?” Chuuya gritted out, trying futilely to wrench his wrist out of their grip.
After a tilt of their head, they whispered a few words that were muffled by their mask, and suddenly an overwhelming dread whited out Chuuya’s mind.
“What the hell did you do?” The redhead snapped, finding himself frustratingly frozen in place.
Despite their mask, the assassin seemed to smirk. “It takes a bit to set in. Don’t let anyone touch you, unless you want to have even more blood on your hands.”
Panic and confusion took twin positions in the forefront of Chuuya’s mind. “The hell does that mean, you crazy bastard?”
Their smirk widened, hand slipping off of Chuuya’s wrist. “Don’t worry, you’ll survive it. I’ll let you put the rest together.”
Chuuya still couldn’t move.
…
When next he came to, it was to the familiar feeling of being in a moving car. His eyes fluttered open slowly, lightheadedness bringing a strange cotton-like feeling to his mind.
“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Dazai’s voice came floating through the car, barely loud enough for Chuuya to even comprehend. “Care to explain what happened in there?”
“Not r’ly.” The redhead muttered, curling himself towards the window.
“Not an option.” Dazai shot back.
Why is he pushing this? Chuuya thought miserably, head pounding as he pressed his temple against the window.
“Because,” Come the answer, and oh, Chuuya said that out loud. “You froze up when that assassin got you, and promptly passed out as soon as they left.”
Before the redhead can even attempt to formulate an answer, the detective cuts him off.
“And every time I tried to carry you out, you flinched and started pleading that I don’t touch you.”
Fuck. There went Chuuya’s chances of hiding this particular incident.
“Explain.” Dazai’s tone left no room for argument.
“Fucker hit me with ‘n ab’lity,” The redhead tried to explain with his leaden tongue.”Said nob’dy could touch me.”
There was a pause. “And you just took their word for it?”
“F’ck off, Dazai,” Chuuya really didn’t have the energy to deal with his former partner being disappointed in him. “No point risk’ng it.”
There was a pause, and for a moment Chuuya let himself believe that maybe Dazai had actually respected his judgment and let something go for once.
“I’ll research abilities that have restrictions on touch,” Is what the detective says when he eventually does speak. “We’ll get you out of this, Chuuya.”
Chuuya doesn’t think he’s being too delusional when he hears a promise woven into the words.
#ao3#fanfiction#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#dazai osamu#nakahara chuuya#soukoku#dazai x chuuya#chuuya x dazai#soukoku fanfiction#soukoku fanfic#bsd fanfic#bsd fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#lmk if i should finish this because it's literally just exposition rn LMAO
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There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-One
Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader
Chuuya Nakahara x Fem! OC
Chapter Twenty-One: Tripolar Singularity
MANGA SPOILERS PLEASE HEED THIS WARNING
Summary: The aftermath of fighting Fukuchi and Fyodor is not the end of the battle against evil.
Thump!
Sigma’s limp body hit the ground, and Chuuya shrugged.
“Nothing,” he said.
“Huh. Maybe he’s just sleep deprived?” said Dazai, obviously not serious.
Chuuya rolled his eyes. “You’d think that would keep him zonked after being dropped fifteen times? If that is the case, we should just let the poor bastard get some shut-eye.
“I really wanted to know what he and Dostoevsky chatted about,” said Dazai.
“Maybe he’s being forced asleep by an ability?” suggested Chuuya.
“If that were the case, he’d have woken up the second I touched him,” said Dazai.
“Just quit your worrying,” said Chuuya. “That anemic son of a bitch kicked the bucket. You saw it with your own eyes.”
“You’re right.” Dazai furrowed his brow. “I just don’t get it. Why hasn’t he woken up yet?” It disquieted him. He had ensured Fyodor died, but…something felt off. Fyodor had been angry and caught off guard, but that was nearly impossible. Dazai had beaten him, but what if he had failsafe? What if there was something more going on?
He flopped to the ground and rolled around in frustration, thinking it over. If he had overlooked something—a rare occurrence but possible against a man as intelligent as him—then (Y/N) would once again be in danger, and Dazai couldn’t let that happen.
“Quit that habit of rolling all over the ground whenever you’re worrying,” said Chuuya. “It’s annoying to look at, Dazai. What are you still brooding over? Sure, we don’t know why Sigma won’t wake up—”
Dazai paused. “I know exactly why he isn’t waking up.”
“Huh?” Chuuya furrowed his brow.
“He’s overloaded with information,” said Dazai. “After taking in an excessive amount of memory data in through an ability, one loses consciousness, as to give their brain time to sort through it all. I was told something similar happened to (Y/N).” He frowned as he continued to go through his own thoughts. “Could that mean Dostoevsky purposefully let Sigma read his memories? Now just why would he—” He froze. His eyes widened. He sat up. Wild panic flew through his mind.
“In order to mask his ability?” said Dazai, breathless. “It’s possible the ability the ability he showed off at the end of the “Mutual Destruction” incident and threatened (Y/N) with was a fake. He likely prepared one of Hawthorne’s blood bullets beforehand then transferred the blood to the soldier he touched, destroying him from the inside.
“However, that just made us cautious of the possibility of his ability’s activation condition being ‘touch.’ That’s exactly why my plan was all distanced. Hence, taking out the helicopter all in order to defeat him without making direct contact. If that’s not the case, what’s the real activation condition?” Dazai searched through every interaction with Fyodor and arrived at the helicopter. He remembered Fyodor final words as the helicopter fell towards him.
Angelic light.
Dazai's eyes widened in horror. Fyodor had smiled as he spoke.
He jumped to his feet and ran for the exit.
“Wha—? Hey, where are you going, dumbass?!” shouted Chuuya. Dazai hadn’t explained anything.
“We have to check Dostoevsky’s corpse!” said Dazai, more alarmed than Chuuya had ever seen him.
A shiver ran down Chuuya’s spine, and he ran out after Dazai. Before he had a chance to lift the helicopter with his ability, Dazai had pushed rubble aside and found the corpse proper—one arm missing, just as before. Dazai grabbed the other arm and pulled the body out.
Chuuya just squatted and watched. “Now here’s a rare sight. It’s not often I get to see you sweat.” He looked at the body. “There you have it. He bit the dust. Hard.”
“Is that so?” Dazai pushed the body over, and his heart dropped. “Then who the hell is this?” It was not Fyodor’s face that stared unseeing at the sky.
Everything fell into horrible place.
“During the prison break race, Dostoevsky was frantic. He was frantic because death at my hand or by poison wouldn’t do it. What he needed was to be killed by a vampire.” Dazai narrowed his eyes.
“Huh?” said Chuuya, eyes widened.
“I get it now. His entire plan. It all leads to…the worst possible scenario.” And Dazai had allowed it to happen. He had put everything he cared about, the world, (Y/N) in harm’s way. He jumped to his feet. “I have to tell Ranpo immediately!”
“Hey, hold it, explain!” said Chuuya, following him.
“His ability’s activation condition! It isn’t touch!” shouted Dazai as he ran. “Dostoevsky’s ability, it activates when he’s killed!”
“The hell’s that supposed to mean? Speak Japanese, please!” snapped Chuuya.
“A vampire killed Dostoevsky! But he didn’t do it of his own volition!” Dazai’s eyes were wide open as he ran. “He was just a puppet being controlled. Nothing but his fingertip. The vampire piloting the helicopter was just the same as a gun or blade. Nothing but a tool. The one with the intent, the one who actually killed Dostoevsky…was Bram Stoker!”
The man horribly close to (Y/N).
“The reason his corpse turned into a different person, the reason he docilely submitted to being locked away across the world, there’s only one explanation!” said Dazai. “Dostoevsky’s ability is to subsume the person that killed as ‘the next Dostoevsky!’ ”
Dazai had led Fyodor right to (Y/N), the woman he loved.
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(Y/N) and Akira lay on the ground, unconscious. Slowly, Akira managed to raise her head, holding her wounds tightly as she bled. She groaned and looked around to analyze the current situation. Fukuchi was sitting and stared at the body of his friend-turned-fanatical-villain, Fukuchi. (Y/N) was groaning and blinking her eyes open in an attempt to regain consciousness after the battle. Behind them, Bram had arrived on the airport runway with Aya at his side. He gazed at Fukuchi.
“My archenemy—” He groaned and stumbled. “I see…”
“What’s the matter, Bra-chan?” asked Aya.
“My princess,” said Bram. He turned and pushed her back in alarm. “Run far from here!” He cried out and grabbed his face as his skin split open. Like a snake shedding its scales, Bram’s skin and hair fell away to reveal anemically-pale skin like that of the vampire’s, but now black hair fell from his head. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as sharp, cruel eyes blinked open.
Fyodor stood before the group with a smirk. His gaze instantly leveled on (Y/N). “Why, good morning, Angel,” he said.
Fukuzawa grabbed his sword, but Fyodor drew the sword that had once been implanted in Bram and pointed it at Akira. “I’d advise you not to move. I won’t hesitate to kill her.”
“Fuck you,” sneered Akira. “Do it.”
“No—” (Y/N) coughed and tasted the iron tang of blood in her mouth.
“I suppose it doesn’t much matter what you decide,” said Fyodor, shifting his foot towards Fukuchi’s body.
“Stop him—”
(Y/N)’s warning was too late, and before Fukuzawa could decide to attack—not that he would allow Akira to die, he wouldn’t even kill Fukuchi himself, which Fyodor had used to his advantage—Fyodor kicked Fukuchi’s sword into his hand.
“I do apologize for the following discomfort, Angel. But it is for your own good,” said Fyodor with the disgustingly possessive look in his eyes. He flipped the swords around in his hands.
“Stop him!” shouted Ranpo, running across the airport. “Don’t let Dostoevsky stab her with that blade!”
Fyodor smirked and struck. (Y/N) let out a cry as both swords hit her, and a green light welled up from the wound. Fyodor watched with immense satisfaction.
“In my right, the Divine Blade, Ame-no-Gozen. In my left, the Holy Sword, Soluz Levni.” Fyodor watched the light grow to a blinding brightness. “Two heavenly blades and an angelic being bring froth unto this land, a miracle.”
Ranpo ran forward, helpless to stop what Fyodor had begun. He had brought three “extremes” together—the space-time sword, said to have a god dwelling within it, the forced combination of ability and body, the Holy Cross Sword, and the ability to control and strength all that the holder surveys, There’s a Will; There’s a Way.
They united, and the power unleashed bathed the world in energy they could not overcome. Akira let out a cry for her best friend, her sister, but she could not see (Y/N) through the green light. The force of the energy shoved her back. Fukuzawa grabbed her and Aya and held them as the light rushed over them.
The tripolar singularity was unleashed.
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(Y/N) felt pure energy coursing through her, and the edges of her vision darkened. In fact, her thoughts seemed to be fleeing her. She was growing smaller, smaller, smaller…
Within (Y/N), something twisted and twisted until it broke. (Y/N)’s eyes closed, and amidst all the light, darkness swallowed them whole.
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The light faded, and Akira, Aya, and Fukuzawa raised their heads. Their eyes widened. A crater stood where (Y/N) had lain. Torii—gates—stood around the crater, and green energy still sparked out within it.
“Now, would you look at that. Spectacular,” said Fyodor, standing at the edge of the crater.
“What the hell did you do?” snapped Akira, trying to move forward, but the injuries were still too much and hadn’t healed. “Where’s (Y/N)?! How the hell are you here?!”
“Bram Stoker is dead,” said Fyodor with a smirk. “And I endured quite the hardship to obtain the echoes of him in death.” He lifted his hand to reveal One Order.
“No—” Fukuzawa’s eyes widened.
“Yes,” said Fyodor. “ ‘One Order.’ A weapon allowing its wielder to control all of their subordinates as they please. This body belongs—or, well, belonged—to Bram Stoker, the King of the Vampires. If I were to use One Order within this body, who would I be able to control?”
Aya’s eyes widened. “You’d be able to control all of the vampires across the world…?”
“That’s what all this was for?!” snapped Akira. “The Decay of the Angel, Fukuchi, all of it—you just wanted to take over the world like any common fucking villain?”
Fyodor smirked. “I am hardly common.”
Behind him, a beacon of light erupted from the crater. They watched it arc up before floating down to stand behind Fyodor. The light faded to reveal a figure. Fukuzawa’s eyes widened, and Akira’s lungs constricted into a horrified gasp.
It was (Y/N). Her gaze was empty, and she wore a long, white kimono. As it fluttered around her in the wind, the light hit it to reveal a green shine. A veil floated over here yes with three dots on it. The sword at her side glinted dangerously in the light. (Y/N) looked divine and dangerous.
“(Y/N),” breathed Akira, heartbroken.
“Not quite,” said Fyodor. “This is a divine being, far being your…mortal existence.” He gazed adoringly at (Y/N), and Akira was disgusted. “With the Holy Cross sword’s power to combine ability and body, a tripartite fusion occurred between (Y/N) (L/N), the Divine Blade Ame-no-Gozen, and the Holy Sword itself. Then, (Y/N)’s ability combined with Ame-no-Gozen, her gift strengthened by the sword in turn giving it strength, letting hundredfold elevation of power approach infinity. The abilities gave way to a singularity. (Y/N)—an angel trapped in a mortal body—can now become who she was meant to be. She possesses truly godlike power.” Fyodor raised his hand to show a black mark on his palm. “And a goddess answers her devout follower’s prayers.” He smiled with a worshipful expression, but it was a mask in front of his cruelty and manipulation. “With the seal of the Holy Sword, she will answer my call and my call alone.”
Fyodor took a knee and held (Y/N)’s hand reverently in his hand. He kissed the back gently before looking up at (Y/N). “My lady, my angel, my goddess of order and justice. Mine.”
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I was wondering if I could request Dazai (possibly Chuuya too, seperate) taking care of a sick s/o? gn please! Take ur time and take care of urself! <33
taking care of a sick s/o
ft dazai, chuuya. 0.7k words
gn!reader
❥ hi nonnie! tysm for the request and the sweet message ♡ if you're not feeling well, i hope you'll get well soon! sorry this one isn't too good, i need to practice writing more
"Dazai, get awayy-"
Your protest was cut by your miserable sneeze, before further drowned in your lover's long whine.
Hell hath no fury like flu during fall, you concluded. And seeing your currently pouting beloved, it seems that it's not that less of a nightmare for him too. Food and medicines are down. Yet, the body pains and subtle headaches still linger.
Dazai had noticed the way you slump at your desk. Hidden among the piles of abysmal paperwork was you sighing and kneading your temple to quell a grating pain that wasn't supposed to be there. Dazai had noticed this; the lack of enthusiasm and vigor in your ever-refreshing smile. And that was all it takes for him to take you by the hand and throw some well-crafted excuse to Kunikida, dragging you back to your shared abode.
That was a few hours ago.
"Shouldn't you be back at the agency?"
"And leave you alone?" he gasps, partly offended at how you inch away from his kiss. "My flower, what if you're dying from your cold?"
'Oh! we can finally have a double suicide!' he said. 'But death by sickness is nasty,' he then deflates. Despite his vocal laments, they soon fade to nothing but a white noise as your mind drifts to the pile of unfinished works and reports, eyes blank from the haze of your worry and malady.
"A frown doesn't suit you, belladonna," soft fingers rest on your head, and suddenly you are conscious of the creases forming on your brow and the taut arch on your lips.
"Shh, it's okay," his whispers flows to your ears like a lilting tune. Your eyes find their way to his, and swirling in his eyes is a sentiment so foreign. So latched with raw, genuine concern, ripped off all the playful and mischievous glint you wished you weren't the reason for such disconsolate eyes.
"Dazai-"
"Rest." he presses a kiss on your eyelid. Your words soon die in a blissful sigh, too tired and too content to propose another protest.
With his gentle strokes, the angry storm of uneasiness and sickly discomfort dull, and sweet lull of sleep finally embraces you.
You much rather not let your lovable waste of bandage catch your cold. But alas, you are only human. And what can a mere human do when they feel their lover's warmth engulfing their being? So loving and solicitous; you are helpless under his touch.
Besides, you owe him as much for making him this worried.
Chuuya frowns as he observes the thermometer.
"I should call the doctor back."
"Love, please," the thick blanket he draped over you slightly shifts. "He was just here."
'It's just a silly cold, anyway,' a huff escapes your sore throat. But Chuuya isn't all convinced. A deep furrow nestled itself on his brow, and for a second you think he's mad. Maybe it has something to do with you passing out in his office just now; something about fatigue and seasonal flu, the doctor just said.
The mafioso heaves a long sigh before moving closer to sit at the edge of your bed.
"(Name), y'know how much you made me worry?"
"I had the medicines already. I should be fine." you sniff, red-nosed and voice strained.
"But.. sorry."
"Hey, hey, sweetheart, it's not your fault" he is quick to shush you, fingers moving to rub circles on your hand. "I should've taken care of you better."
"You know it's not your fault," you interlace your hands together. They fit so well, you smile. And from Chuuya's chuckle, he seems to notice your sentiment.
"You're such a sweet thing, aren't you, doll?" he presses a loving kiss on your knuckles. Now you weren't sure it was him or the flu that was burning your cheeks.
"Rest up and don't worry your pretty head." He gives your hand a final reassuring squeeze. "I'll take care of everything,"
Chuuya moves to smooth your blanket, tucking you in for the night. And yes, he resists the urge to press a goodnight kiss on your lips, as much as he doesn't want to wait until your flu goes away. But you can feel the comfort of his hands never leaving yours throughout the night.
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Dazai's a jerk when he's sick.
From last year's Sicktember prompts.
Chuuya's Perspective:
Something slams into me and I jolt awake. I sit up and look around but the room is dark and the only other person around is my partner, and he’s fast asleep. Damn brat must’ve kicked me!
The clock says there’s still an hour before I need to be awake, but once I’ve been woken I don’t fall easily asleep again so I might as well get ready, while I can still have my coffee in peace before Osamu wakes up.
Before I can finish it though my stomach starts growling fiercely. Normally as soon as we get up Osamu starts making breakfast, but today he’s still asleep.
Huffing I walk back into our bedroom to wake my husband, I do feel a little bit guilty for waking him early but I need food.
I shake his shoulders, but he stays perfectly still. I do it again, but still nothing. It’s strange, because of his insomnia, he’s always easy to wake up.
Finally, I resort to yanking the covers off. He wakes immediately.
“WHAT?” His voice positively drips with annoyance and anger, he glares daggers at me. It catches me off guard and I don’t answer. “Oh, so you just woke me up for nothing, is that it?” He takes the duvet from the floor and begins to lay back down.
At last, I unfreeze, whatever guilt I had before gone, “Hey! Asshole, wake up, I need breakfast, and you owe me because you kicked me out of bed!” The words come out harsh, my tone matching his.
“I don’t care.” is all he says his eyes not even open.
We go back and forth for a while before I end up dragging him out of bed and into the kitchen.
“I can’t cook, it’s too cold in here.”
“It is not! It’s 22 degrees, you’re fine, now please hurry up, I’m starving.”
“I’m not hungry, why should I cook if I’m not going to eat?”
“Osamu, stop being a lazy bastard, we’re going to be late.” The words are exasperated more than angry.
“Hmph!”
With a sigh that sounds suspiciously like the word slug, he starts cooking. Breakfast takes way longer than usual and is a little burnt but I’m hungry so it’ll do. True to his word, Osamu doesn’t eat with me, opting instead to go back to bed. Maybe whatever grumpy monster possessed him this morning will have left his body when I wake him up next.
While he sleeps I dress and ready myself for work, when I look presentable I go to poke the beast.
-
I thought he might be less of a demon after a bit more sleep but, apparently not.
When I shake him this time he wakes immediately.
“Can’t even a dumb Chibi like you see that I’m trying to sleep!”
“What did you just say?” annoyance boils under my skin, I don’t want to do this again.
“I said you’re dumb,” he says curling back up.
I yank away the duvet and extra blanket he added, “Say that again, I dare you?”
“Chibi is dumb, as in stupid, and clearly has hearing problems, now go away and let me sleep!” His voice is cold, it ticks me off.
“You have to wake up. You have a job you know. I mean I don’t know how they haven’t fired you yet, but you at least need to go in.”
“Leave me alone, Chuuya.” his tone is the same one I use when I’m warning an enemy not to try me. What’s with him today? I mean, he’s always kind of a disrespectful dick but, damn.
I make my tone just as cutting, “Well I can’t leave you here, you’ll probably burn down the house and kill yourself or something. Now get up and get dressed, you’re late.”
“I said LEAVE ME ALONE, CHUUYA!!!” his voice sounds like a roar, so loud it scares me.
“Jesus, Osamu, what’s with you today, it’s unlike you to be this shitty? You know what, don’t answer, it’s fine. I don’t even care, go to sleep and die, that’ll make me really happy. I’m going to go to work like a contributing member of society.” and with that I walk out, locking the door behind me.
—
When I get back the house is completely silent, Osamu must be out in the river or wherever he plans to stage his latest attempt on his life. My words from this morning come back to me, I told him he should just die. . . . No, he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t take that seriously. He knows how much I love him, right? It’s fine, he knows I didn’t mean it. The self-assurance doesn’t work very well.
I start to get up to go look for him when I hear loud coughing and then a thud of something human-sized hitting the floor. I run towards the origin of the sound, our bedroom, and throw open the door.
Osamu lays on the floor, on his back, looking rather disoriented. He must’ve coughed so hard he fell.
“Huh?” he sees me, “Oh, Chuuya, how long have you been here, are you going to help me, or not?” His voice is still bitter but the scratchiness of it cuts down the intimidation factor. . . and then he breaks into a coughing fit, and it doesn’t stop the coughing continues and continues a seemingly endless supply of wet hacking coughs bursting out of him so quickly it even looks painful.
I rub his back, my anger long forgotten.
When the fit finally ends his nose is runny and he scrubs it on his sleeve. I can practically feel the heat from his pale body by just being next to him, but I put my hand on his forehead anyway. He’s burning.
Guilt sweeps through me, when I shook him and when I yanked him out of bed he’d felt warm but I’d assumed that it was just from the blankets.
“You’re sick.”
“No, really?” he croaks
“Come on, let’s get you something for that cough.”
“No, I don’t wanna move.”
“Fine. What have you taken today? Have you even eaten anything today?”
“You think I’ve been able to get out of bed like this?” his sarcasm remains strong even as his voice slowly crackles out.
I ignore it, knowing an argument is the last thing he needs right now. “Okay, I’ll take it that’s a no. Well, you need medicine as quickly as possible so, I know it isn’t really ‘sick person food’ but can you eat some tonkatsu? It’s all we have in the fridge, and you gotta eat something before I give you medicine. Your stomach’s okay, right?”
He nods, I think his voice must be completely gone now.
He pokes at the breading of the pork, slightly soggy from being in the fridge, and pouts, shoving it away.
“Well, sorry, Your Royal Highness, shopping day is tomorrow and I didn’t have much to work with.” I huff, trying not to get annoyed.
With a scowl, he pulls the plate back towards him and begins to peel the breading off.
-
When he’s finally finished, (I swear he ate so slowly just to annoy me, his hatred for medicine aside) he pouts again.
“You’ve gotta take this. You’re warm as hell, this isn’t just something you can sleep off.”
He shakes his head. His voice is long gone, but I can read his lips: “Nu-uh.”
“Yuh-huh. Open up. And don’t you dare act like this is the most disgusting thing you’ve tasted, I‘ve seen you eat year-old canned crab.”
He narrows his eyes, testing me. At last, he huffs, nodding sharply and holding up a finger. One.
“Yeah, just one big sip. I’ll make coffee after, kay.”
He takes the cup, sniffs it then mock gags.
“Arse.”
-
Five minutes of convincing later, the cup is empty. I groan, my anklebone sore from sitting on the hardwood floor like that for so long.
“You’re a jerk when you’re sick, you know that.”
He nods again, then waves me off towards the kitchen, muttering, “Coffee.”
-
When I return he’s fast asleep.
I can’t help but laugh. “Jerk,” I whisper to no one.
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Maybe I'm just grasping at straws here being in denial about Kunikida's significance to the story of BSD, but I do believe the theories that he might have some connection to "The Book" hold a bit more weight than what I think most BSD fans realize. For two main reasons.
The first reason being the obvious, his ability functions incredibly similar to how we know "The Book" functions. Whatever is written down becomes reality.
of course if you want to get technical about translations, this is what they say in Japanese
Ranpo's English translation is fairly accurate, but what Katsura says is more like "You materialize objects you write in this notebook"
Small side tangent, when talking about "The Book" I often see the word 現実 (reality) being translated into meaning "truth" which is not entirely wrong but can be very misleading. I feel like most people see the word truth and think "truth/lies" when its not that kind of truth. Its more accurate to translate it as reality.
Actually if we're getting into it, another clear distinction to why this isn't "truth" as in "truth/lies", the inverse of 現実 is 理想 (Ideal)... which is interesting to say the least.
But back to the topic at hand, even if the two powers are described differently in Japanese its still a similarity that exists and even Japanese fans have noticed. There's a JP analysis that someone made in 2022 about Kunikida/The Book that I think is interesting, I'll link it here
From what I see, their main reason for thinking the two are different is that the power level is different, being Dazai can nullify objects created by The Matchless Poet, but nothing happened when he touched Sigma. However they do seem to say that the structural similarities between The Matchless Poet and "The Book" can't be ignored.
Now the regulations on Kunikida's ability vs "The Book" are distinct, however its hard to say how much of Kunikida's restrictions are caused by Fukuzawa. Fukuzawa's ability adjusts the power output of people's abilities and allows for them to change the activation requirements. For example, Kenji goes from being an unstoppable force of nature when he's angry, to being just superhuman levels of strong when he's hungry.
Its hard to estimate just how much restrictions Kunikida puts on his own ability, but considering he's one of the only characters who actively avoids relying on his ability, prefers to fight with martial arts, and even teaches Atsushi to fight without his ability, its easy to assume he could be purposely making his ability only mildly convenient in order to avoid over reliance on it. This also aligns with how his Ideals notebooks are limited edition with only 100 copies of it being made a year, he'd prefer to save them as much as possible.
I've seen one or two people claim on other sites that Kuni's ability likely isn't being suppressed by Fukuzawa, but this isn't true since there's evidence to support that he's the reason Fuku learned he had an ability in the first place.
We know this should be the time when Kunikida first joined because the outfit he's wearing is specific, he's only been shown wearing that black striped vest before Dazai joined. Also Ranpo and Yosano's outfits also line up.
I'm getting sidetracked, moving on.
The second reason I think that adds weight to Kunikida's ability likely being more significant than we realize is his ability name.
Kunikida is the only ability user so far who's ability name is not a reference to any work the IRL author wrote and instead taken from the IRL author himself, that being a pen name Kunikida used.
The only other "ability" that's not named in reference to real work the author wrote is Super Deduction, which we all know isn't an ability at all.
A decent amount of people are sometimes under the impression that his ability name is in reference to his works that are called "Doppo poetry", I'm just gonna dis-spell those ideas right now with this image of what the anime Guidebook says about his ability
"能力名の「独歩吟客」はいくつもある独歩のペンネームのーつ"
Rough translation: “The name of his ability “Doppo Ginkaku” comes from one of Doppo’s many pen names”
None of what I said is 100% hard proof of anything, its just something to think about.
While I don't believe in those theories that are like "what if this character IS THE BOOK", I don't think the topics I brought up should be ignored either, they feel too intentional to not be potentially significant, and Kunikida is looking to be the last character of the ADA we're gonna learn about his life pre-Agency since we only know he's been friend with Katai for 10 years.
I think his ability uniqueness, and how he actively doesn't want to talk about his past, would be a bigger topic of discussions and theories if he was a more popular character. Sadly we do not live in that timeline.
Also disclaimer, I am not fluent in Japanese, I did ask my friends who are actually decent in Japanese questions but if I mistranslated anything that is why. I also have not read every single piece of BSD content available, nor do I have access to all the raw Japanese content.
If I missed anything important, or said something wrong please let me know! Or if you have anything you want to add I'd absolutely love to read it and have a discussion.
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When You Catch Them Satisfying Themselves
Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai, Jouno
Content: Nsfw
Dazai Osamu
Sent alone on a private business trip, when you boarded the plane for the return trip, you picked up the phone and sighed as you read the longing messages your boyfriend sent you
You decide to send him a lewd photo of you and then turn off your phone you could imagine it would piss him off You came home soon after, it was 00.00. You unlocked the door and you entered the house and saw that the light in your bedroom that you hoped was off was on under the door
You opened the door slightly and saw osamu your boyfriend standing back and forth with his hands on his dick
"Is my beautiful boyfriend satisfying himself by looking at my photo? How needy" You spoke with a grin on your face, his eyes quickly turning to your voice, his beloved girlfriend leaned against the door and watched him
“Bella? I didn't know you loved watching me so much, but instead of watching, how about you come and sit on my lap and satisfy me?”
Chuuya Nakahara
It was a long day, your boyfriend was at his office and you were busy doing the files your boss gave you, but your boyfriend hadn't been out of the office for a long time, once he came back with the excuse of "I'm going home"
When he came back, he was locked in his office again, your curiosity took over you, what was it that kept him in his room like that? You took your steps towards his office, you tried to sneak a peek through the misted windows of the door, but when you couldn't see it, you opened the door slightly
Your boyfriend was stroking himself in your underwear, your ears turned red when you saw it, You rubbed your legs together "Chuuya-san?", she put her hat on her rapidly flushing face "Are you watching me s/o!?" He spoke in an angry shy voice
"I should ask what my underwear is looking for in you" There was silence for a while, chuuya took the hat off his face "Since you're so curious.." he averted his eyes with a slight cough, then stared straight at you
"I need you more than ı wanted"
Ranpo Edogawa
Your boyfriend was acting very attached today, he kept coming up to you and saying "aaahh I need you~” You had to ignore him, kunikida's eyes were constantly on you "S/o...why are you ignoring me.." he squinted his eyes
"Baby please wait until home you're being so impatient" you gave him a slight warning, you didn't see ranpo around after you said that
Kunikida came up to you and asked "Have you seen Ranpo around? We need him for a mission" You shook your head when Kunikida asked that "Let me know if you see him," said the blond man, and then you searched around to look for him, when you heard a faint but heavy breathing sound, you turned your eyes to the burgundy door where the sound came from
You put your head against the door and try to understand the sound, the deep breathing sound "Fuck you s/o.."him self-talk turned you on and at the same time made you feel embarrassed
Ranpo hadn't had a chance to take his hands off his dick when you suddenly opened the door, "Oh finally you're here.." his eyes gleamed with joy, but he didn't get up from his chair
you can give me my reward for making me wait long enough today~
Fyodor Dostoyevski
you were at work your boss was at the same time your boyfriend was at his usual office and you threw him a few pictures of you in the shower to turn him on
Then you went about your business, but because you were wondering what had happened to him, you decided to listen to him by his door, but there was no sound from inside. "Fyodor??" You went in and looked around but there was no one inside, so he left his office? Why? Duty?
You wandered around and asked everyone, "Where's the boss?" And you got the same answer from everyone "We didn't see it" where did this man disappear all of a sudden?
Only one place came to mind, Fyodor's computer room in the private basement, a room with only you and the card in his hand, but you weren't even sure where it was because you didn't need it at all You followed the stairs down to the basement and finally saw the room that was barely visible in the dark, with the white lights visible from underneath, you realized that there was Fyodor in the room
You tried to listen to him, you could even hear the sound of his hand, while his breathing sounds were also melodic to your ears, behind the door, the sound of which made your legs tremble after You opened the door, fyodor's purple eyes opened in surprise
"Oh? Dear, I see you're already wet listening to me, why don't you come and please us both?"
Nikolai Gogol
Your eyes followed your self-satisfied boyfriend on the phone looking at photos he took of you before Your body trembled as you continued to watch her from the closet where you were hiding, it all started when you wanted to surprise your boyfriend
But things didn't go well as soon as your boyfriend came into the room, he sat on the chair angrily and called your name "Fuck you, why aren't you at home.. you deprive me of yourself so much"he said. you started watching him through the gap in your closet with very little light
He cursed a lot with your name and that was enough to turn you on he was stroking himself with his hands, you took away the thoughts, but in the end there was a rustling sound from the closet
Your boyfriend quickly stopped himself but didn't turn around, just chuckled
"That's enough play, my love, I have to fuck you now"
Jouno Saigiku
You sat on his lap and took him to heaven with a deep kiss, his hair stained with your slightly messy lipstick, his messy tired face greets you, you rubbed in him lap, causing him to smirk and scowl "You playing with me?" You chuckled and left bites on his neck
The ringing sound of the phone was exactly what you wanted. You picked up the phone while you was on his lap and found out you had a mission, of course it didn't matter, but it wasn't something you wouldn't do to piss him off
You quickly got up from his lap, causing him to be horrified "What are you doing??" He asked in a light but tense tone, "I've got work to do, baby we'll do it next time" and you got ready and left you didn't even care what he said
An hour passed and you came back home "Oh fuck!" You were startled by the voice and you walked into your bedroom and found him satisfied with your boyfriend's hand on his head and his head tilted back
It was a great pleasure for you to see your lover like that. You brought your hand to your lips "Ahh my dear darling, what's the problem? Are you trying to satisfy yourself without me?"
He slowly straightened up, watching his every move, his hand went to his white hair and he laughed nervously
"Oh? What's that heartbeat? Are you enjoying it? Then you're going to enjoy me fucking you"
Enjoy!
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hello! I hope you are having an amazing day <333 if not troublesome, can I request Dazai, Chuuya and Ranpo taking care of a sick s/o? also if not alr taken, can I be 🌺 anon ? *\(^o^)/*
Sneeze for good luck
Headcanon: where your boyfriend takes care of your sick self ft Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting. Tysm anon for the request! Hope this doesn't disappoint you :) do request more if you wish!!
Dazai:
Both of you are sick. But here's the catch, You are physical sick and he is mentally sick.
How did you get sick if you ask me? Some stupid Idea arose inside your brain to eat ice in winters.
Guess who's sick and sneezing? YOU
My guy just came back from work to see his Belladonna sneezing and coughing
He would totally make fun of your situation
“Why belladonna,” he would say, audibly gasping “ couldn't you wait for me? We both could have had a ice eating challenge”
But nevertheless, he will just smile a little seeing you sneeze.
He will cling on you. Even if you are high on fever.
"Dazai, get away I am sick" "Well! that makes a perfect scenario to die of hyperpyrexia"
BRO!?? LIKE THE VOCAB HE WILL USE??
"Y/N my sweet belladonna, drink this, acetaminophen, it will help with your fever" "How do you even know this?"
"Drink it" "No" BRO DRINK IT YOU ARE SICK!
He will give you a lot of cuddles, which may result in something
"I didn't even recover well and you are high on fever"
Nevertheless you had to call Kunikida to bring medicines and food for you both.
Chuuya:
Well, for once we know how rich he is.
He will suggest you take to the best doctors to cure your sickness. But....you just want your boyfriend's care tbh.
What's the sickness you say? Well, you decided it was fun to overdrink one of his most expensive wines along with expired chips just because you won against puny teenagers in Roblox Piggy.
Bro was angry at first, but we all know how much of a sweetheart he is, so he just sighed and forgave you well maybe he just might have stopped buying you Roblox for another month
He would go on a panik mode, whenever you puck in the bathroom
If you own majestic long hair, He would be the one holding it as you vomit.
“Maybe I shouldn't have drank that much” “Maybe you should start learning the art of common sense.”
We all know he would deny not being in the same room as you, but in the end you and him will be in the bed, cuddling together.
He would make sure you intake stomach friendly food and check your temperature once in a while.
He even takes off work for a week just to heal you back up.
“Chuuya hug me” “No your sick” “🥺🥺”
Dw, you made sure he hugs you (that is you not letting him go by hugging him from the back.)
Ranpo:
I don't even know where to start. But it did end with him being independent for the first time.
It was like you were a single mother of an ADHD kid, and you happened to be sick.
“Y/N Why are you sick?” Like sir how would anyone even reply to that?
“Y/N!! I am hungry!” “Take the chips from the cabinet Ranpo”
When he opens his majestic ‘closed glued most of the time’ eyes, he in fact sees you are sick.
Baby boy just hugs you and apologies for disturbing you.
Look at him! He tried to cook Candies?
Yeah he didn't risk cooking after that.
“Y/N, don't worry you will be fine! These coughs and sneeze are for good luck ^-^” “Yeah” Coughs x♾️
You had to force him to buy medicines at the pharmacy, because well, no one will be awake at the middle of 2am when you are cosplaying as Akutagawa
“Mr. Pharmacy guy, Can I get those Vicks candies?” “You mean these cough drops?” “Yes” “I am not paid enough to handle these teenagers”
He anyways Naruto runs back home to find you asleep. (Guess you really didn't depend on him huh?)
Well you did get a lot of headpats from Ranpo, but we all know he would just maintain a distance from you knowing you are asleep.
Anon: can I be 🌺 anon ? Absolutely! Glad to have you on board as the first emoji anon 💗
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Part 1: Tea
Part 2: Frindship
Ending 2: Red lycoris
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White lilies
Platonic!Yandere!Atsushi x Child!Fem!Reader x Platonic!Yandere!Dazai
"I can't believe you did this on purpose, for my sake..."
Covering his face with his hands, Atsushi didn't even look at you, but from his reddened ear tips, you could tell that he was experiencing very strong emotions right now. And all because of you. When he was kicked out from orphanage, you voluntarily go with him.
"Well, actually, you were the only one who protected and helped me in the orphanage, and I just can't cope there without you, so you shouldn't make a selfless act out of it. But I don't know what we should do now either..."
"I'll rob someone!"
A sudden offer made you giggle because you knew he couldn't do something like that.
"Okay... Then I'll go through the trash cans, in case you don't succeed... Let's meet at that battered building then."
"Alright."
Atsushi smiled at you, mentally glad that you weren't angry or judging him for that cruel offer to rob someone. However, now he was very worried that he wouldn't be able to fulfill what was said and, frankly, he would like to rummage in the trash with you, but now he can't give a back. If you can find food and he can find money, then you can spend the night in a nicer place than on the street.
If you only knew that Atsushi would run into Dazai...
"I don't think it's a good idea to wait for the tiger here..."
"Why is that?"
"Because Y/n and I agreed to meet here and it would be bad if..."
"Atsushi, stop. I'll take care of everything."
Or rather, he have already taken care of it.
Footsteps sounded. The detective immediately slammed the book shut, and the boy shuddered. Atsushi wanted to shout for you to run away, but Dazai stopped him, gesturing for silence and staying put. Osamu left, leaving the boy shivering with thrill, fear and cold. He's waiting for the detective to bring you or give you a place to hide tonight. However, instead, he hears a crash and your cry calling to run.
This was tiger understands Atsushi. He would have run away, but the fear for your life is greater than for his own. He's the bait, he brought the tiger. It's all his fault and not yours. Approaching the place, the boy begins to get angrier at himself, tears run down his face. And with every step he hears more and more clearly the roar of an angry tiger.
Dazai jumped out at you from behind, hugging you tightly, he didn't let you move an inch. He put so much effort into hiding you from the mafia, from Mori, even faked your death to discourage the underground organization from looking for you, that now he simply couldn't believe that his whole plan had come true.
"Y/n, my sister."
Dazai buries his nose in your hair, saying something about how much he missed you and how glad it's over. You only think about Atsushi and the mafia that Dazai is in. He'll kill him if he finds out about tiger. Abruptly, you hit the detective on the jaw with your own head. Out of surprise, he lets you go and you stumble dropping some junk.
"Atsushi run!"
A white tiger with a loud roar jumped out right in front of you and looked at Dazai with predatory eyes, covering you with his body.
"And you're faster than I thought. But why don't you attack?"
The animal didn't move, only growled harder, calling for a stop.
"Did you really decide to go on the defensive to protect my Y/n from me?"
The animal's patience is over. The white fur of the tiger stood on end, the pupils, covered with a veil of hatred and anger, narrowed even more, and drool poured out of the gaping mouth. You and Dazai knew that tiger would lose. The tiger is the embodiment of an ability, a useless weapon that doesn't work on Dazai.
You had to do something. You didn't want to lose either Atsushi, who constantly supported you and was by your side, or tiger, who made a rustle on other children and in the orphanage was able to become not only the shadow of his user, but yours too. At the same time, neither the tiger nor, of course, Atsushi have ever wounded anyone. That's probably why both of you stayed at the orphanage for so long.
"Ability: no longer human."
"Wait!"
Too late. The tiger disappeared, leaving its user disarmed. Dazai smiled at you with his kindest smile. He doesn't see anything bad in Atsushi that could harm you, on the contrary, this boy can become very useful if the mafia finds out about you. He just needs a little training. And as for your good attitude towards him, now then Dazai is in the agency, he has every chance to return it.
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