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aquaritos · 1 year
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⠀،🏩٫⠀girl magnetic.. ˒˒
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MY LITTLE PATIENT
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Warnings: yandere themes, drugging, aphrodisiacs, n/sfw | gn reader, no usages of y/n |
➔Notes: Another small drabble♡
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➔YANDERE!DOCTOR diagnoses you wrong and then gives you medicine that will make you more docile towards them purposefully and make you carve their presence, even allowing you to get more checkups than a regular patient. After all, you are their favorite.
➔YANDERE!DOCTOR is handsy. Their hands always wander away when your full-body examination (it is 100% needed), squeezing and groping your skin, which is so soft and fits perfectly into their hands. It almost feels like you are melting into them?
➔YANDERE!DOCTOR is asking you questions to make sure that their favorite patient is healthy.
"Does it hurt?"
"Are you sensitive?"
"Does this feel good?"
"Are you close? "
➔YANDERE!DOCTOR gives you aphrodisiacs and then act all innocent when you come to them all hot and needy telling them that you feel sick and weird with your soft squishy thighs (which they like to squeeze very much) pressing together, attempting to create a little friction that could help (but they are the only one who could assist you of course)
➔YANDERE!DOCTOR adores their little patient, so they help with your problem. Their long fingers hold you down and reliving your pain at the same time, laughing when your body starts twitching and letting out whines and moans.
➔YANDERE!DOCTOR keeps your release and underwear, saying it's to make sure something like this won't happen again (it will)
➔YANDERE!DOCTOR always welcomes you in their office- just be careful you might see a dead body (who might or might not have been bothering you at work). They are quick to hide the body and shield your adorable eyeballs from the gruesome image before you.
➔YANDERE!DOCTOR tells you after a check-up that you'll need to stay here for the night so they can monitor you since you have been more fragile and weak these days...Do you want to go home after the 23rd day? But sweetheart, you are home♡
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MOIRA, DOTTORE, SHOKO, HARPER, NATASHA, BAIZHU, LEORIO, YOSANO, TSUCHIGOMORI, DANNY
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osachiyo · 8 months
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"YOU CRYIN'?"
PAIRING -‘๑’- characters of various fandoms x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS -‘๑’- dacryphilia, spanking, pussy slapping, tit slapping, rough sex, pain play, hair pulling, degradation etc
AUTHOR'S NOTE -‘๑’- who doesn't love some pretty criers? ♡ btw cock can be read as strap on!
MINORS DNI
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They love to hear your pretty cries of pleasure- or pain as you write beneath them. Your body covered in goosebumps as their hand cracks down on your tits, make the soft flesh jiggle. They grin mischeviously as you whine, thrusting into you faster. Your body bouncing up with each harsh thrust of their hips, smacking against your sore thighs. Their hands dig into your hips so hard that it hurts.
"You cryin' already, pretty girl? I'm not even halfway done with you, little slut." Their laughter echoes throughout the room, almost drowned out by the loud noises of their hips smacking against your ass, the soft fat jiggling and bouncing with each hard thrust. You can't do much in this situation, their strength completely overpowering yours making you just lay there and take it. They dont care if it hurts, they know you fucking love it by the way your cute pussy gushes around their cock. Fat tears rolls down your swollen and hot cheeks as you grip the sheets, babbling out shit neither you or your partner can understand. Their name is the only coherent thought you can think at the moment as they drag their cock out of your pulsing walls with a breathy moan, running a hand through their sweat soaked hair, smirking down at your ruined state. They don't even give you a moment to breath- almost immediately thrusting back into your sloppy cunt while their hand comes down harshly against your plush ass, snickering when you jump at the sudden pain, sobbing out their name and little curses.
"So cute, aren't ya? It's pathetic how I can turn you into a crying mess just by shoving my cock into your messy little hole. Fuck- yeah clench around me just like that.."
You're almost out of it when- smack! Your lovers hand slaps your clit harshly, the delicate bud throbbing at the painful pleasure as you squeal out, trying to run from them- but they hold you in place firmly, almost laughing at your pitiful attempt at trying to escape.
"I'm going to fucking ruin you."
♡LUCIFER, mammon on bad days, satan, solomon, blade, kafka, SCARAMOUCHE, CHILDE, xiao, ARLECCHINO, dottore, AL-HAITHAM, cyno, abyss aether & lumine, YAE MIKO, NIKOLAI, YOSANO, ranpo, dazai, gojo, geto, toji, mahito, NAHOYA, draken, HANMA, SANZUUUUU, SUKUNA & any of your faves♡
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Then we have those who are the pretty criers. They sniffle and rub their teary eyes while you push your head impossibly deeper into their sex, sucking on it for dear life. You hum and you lick it so sensually, all while looking them straight in the eye. Your hand reaches up to twist and pull at their sensitive nipple, making them jolt and whimper. Your run your tongue up and down their sex, then moving your head to bite their thighs hard, leaving teeth marks over the delicate skin. You swear you see their eyes roll back into their skull when you dive your head back into the special spot between their shaky legs.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!- it's feels so- so good! keep going, please- oh-"
They get cut off when you flick your tongue up and down their sensitive spot, their head thrown back as their release spurts all over your pretty face, coating you in their glossy cum.
"No more- please! I-I'll die! You'll milk me dry- oh fuck!"
♡LEVIATHAN, mammon, kazuha, gorou, aether, amber, venti, atsushi, POE, mushitaro, SIGMA, JOUNO, itadori, yuuta, TAKEMICHI, chifuyu, kazutora, takuya & your faves♡
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©sachiyoh— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡
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cheriiyaya · 3 months
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ In all the time you've know dazai, he's just never let himself near you...
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Contents: dazai x fem!reader, NOT PROOFREAD, touch starved and emotionally constipated dazai my beloved, hurt/comfort, descriptions of blood and injuries, dazai can't take care of himself for shit, established relationship, use of pet names, lil angst, dazai gets injured, reader and dazai aren't to far in their relationship, slight religious imagery near the end, just yeah
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ W/C: ~2k
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ A/N: yeah this DEF probably lost the poll but i had such a good idea for it so im doin' it >~&lt; @chuuyrr and @ruanais my lovelies here u go <3
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When you heard dazai had gotten injured, you were sent into a worried frenzy. Yosano tried her best to reassure you, consoling you with the fact that his condition was stable as you clung onto her. Thankfully his wounds weren't that bad as to warrant a hospital visit, so he was sent home right on time.
It didn't matter to you that you technically didn't live with him yet- you'd only been with him for a month or so-you stuck next to him and went to his dorm that day with him, even as he told you it was no worry.
"It's really nothing, I'm fine." The way he chuckled out the words sounded strained, like it was a plea of sorts. You shook your head, holding out your hands for the keys. He glanced at your outstretched palm and chuckled. "Why, it seems you doesn't even trust me to open my own door." He pouted but placed the key to his dorm door in your hand.
"I do, I just wanna take care of you." You slid the key into the lock, twisted it, and opened the door and stepped inside. Dazai followed in quietly.
"...You really don-" You shot him a look and he quickly stopped himself from saying more, a sheepish smile on his face. As he entered his dorm you went behind him and pulled off his tan coat and flung it on a chair. As you did so, you noticed...
"Is that blood? oh my god osamu-" he cut you off with a short kiss to the lips, chuckling a bit as he pulls back.
"Love, it's old blood I'll be fine. Just lemme clean up, 'kay?" Those reassurances did nothing to soothe your worries. There was ruby-red stains of blood on his shirt right by his left shoulder blade and the visible bandages on his neck and wrists had a smattering of blood on them. Noticing your worried look dazai curled a finger under your chin, pressing his lips softly to your forehead as he smoothed down fly-aways in your hair. "don't worry." And with the lingering words of that whisper against your ear he went into the washroom, closing the door with a soft click behind him.
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You don't know how long he took in the washroom, but either way you found yourself standing in front of the door, listening carefully at the shuffle of shoes scuffling on the floor and light sighs that dazai would emit. It sounded like he was fine, but you couldn't escape that lingering feeling in the back of your mind.
So you knocked, very gently against the wooden door.
"...osamu? You alright? You've been in there awhile." Silence, the a voice from the other side responded.
"Yes, I'm fine, don't worry about it." there was an edge in his voice, one that caused you to tense in worry.
"are you sure?" more silence followed you slightly panicked voice.
"yes, love I'm fine so plea-" a muffled hiss of pain was heard, then a sharp intake of breath. "...please don't worry." his voice was quiet, as if he knew you wouldn't listen.
"Do you want me to come it?" You couldn't hide the shake in your voice. after a minute or two of no response, you debated in your head whether or not you should just go in and check on him.
the door creaked open and you carefully stepped inside, gently calling out his name. dazai turned and looked at you, leaning against the counter shirtless and the bandages that usually serve as almost a protective skin loosely wrapped around him. Your heart dropped when you saw the open gash on his left shoulder blade, dripping sticky mahogany down his back. He smiled crookedly, a smile that made your heart throb in fear and worry.
"...I swear, it's not as bad as it looks. It just opened a little..." He trailed off, taking in a shaky breath as he saw your expression. "Don't look at me like that." You took careful steps before him, prying your eyes off the wound on his back.
"that needs to be stitched up. Let me do it."
"do you even know how to?" He chuckled a bit.
"Yosano taught me how to stitch up a wound once." You opened the cabinet under the sink. "Do you have a suturing kit?" dazai shook his head. you sighed, reaching in and moving around some rolls of bandages and such until you found a small container with needles and a roll of dental floss. you bent the needle into an arch-like shape, carefully emptying out the container of needles-far enough out on the counter that you knew none of the needles would fall onto the floor- and filled it with steaming water before dropping the arched needle into the water.
"Dental floss? You're gonna stitch me up with dental floss?" dazai chuckled.
"Mhm. It has less of a chance of breaking than regular thread." You washed your hands and fished out the needle, threaded the floss through it's eye before looking back up at dazai. "Can I...?" You motioned to the loose bandages on his torso and he slowly nodded.
You went behind him, pulling away and unravelling the sullied bandages and letting them drop onto the floor. Now that his entire torso was bare, you saw not only the gash, but multiple scars that ranged from tiny cuts to gunshot wound scars to long gashes. Swallowing, you wetted a towel and cleaned the blood off the wound and his back.
"Okay, I'm gonna stitch it up now..." Dazai hummed and offered a small smile.
"Oh yeah? be gentle if you're gonna kill me-you know I hate pain." You pierced the needle through his skin, feeling dazai's back tense and hearing him release a pained hiss. "Ow! Bella' that hurts!" He whined and you clicked your tongue, pulling out the needle and pushing it back it.
"stop whining." You couldn't help but smile even as you scolded him. You stitched up his wound and somewhere along the way his whines died into short grunts and hisses of pain whenever the needle pieced flesh and tissue and whenever it left.
"Stay here, alright?" You didn't wait for a response before leaving the bathroom and returning with a clean white button up. When you came back, dazai was trying to bandage himself up but you could tell that with an injury like that, it wasn't easy to. You set the button up down on the counter and gently pried the roll of cotton from him, looking up at him. "Let me. Please osamu." He hesitated before sighing, reaching out to cup your cheek in his hand.
"Alright..." He let his thumb brush against your cheekbone before letting it drop to his side. "After all, how could I deny my lovely girl when she asks so nicely for something?" He joked and you felt your lips curl into a smile.
"...there's that pretty smile." He said softly as you began to unfurl the roll. You wrapped it around his arms, probing him by asking if it was too tight-to which he always responded that it was "perfect". As you wrapped him up in spools of cotton you noticed how he unwillingly shivered each time your fingers grazed his skin, how he'd tense as your knuckles pressed against raised, scarred skin.
"Do you not like it when I touch you?" You murmured, pausing as you awaited a response.
"Why would you think that?' He smiles at you, cocking his head to the side.
"Just...nevermind." You began to wrap him again, but his voice stopped you.
"C'mon, what's wrong?" He turns around to face you, smiling a bit. "I wanna know what's going on in my darling's pretty little head." He poked you in between your eyebrow and you whined in response.
"It's just...You always flinch or just find some way to stop me whenever I touch you." It's true-dazai would always find some way to escape even the most innocent of your touches yet he was always fine with showering you with his sweet affection.
He chuckled, cupping your face up and he kissed the area he poked.
"I dunno what you're talking about, love." You rolled your eyes, poking his shoulder, and huffing out a soft "turn around", which he complied to and you continued wrapping his up as you spoke.
"Don't lie to me, you know damn well you do." You stopped bandaging him when you reached a particular scar on his shoulder. "Why do you do it?" You lightly traced the tip of your finger down the scar, causing him to tense up and try to move away. You squeezed his bicep as he tried to escape your touch. "Stay, please." He chuckled, turning his head to face you to say something before you cut him off with pressing your lips softly against the scar.
"Darling please-"
"I've been saying the same thing over and over again, and you haven't listen to me. Now you will listen to me." You pressed another kiss to the nape of his neck, rubbing comforting circles into his shoulder with your thumb.
"Please tell me why you keep hiding yourself from me." You whispered against his neck, the warm air of your breath raising goosebumps along his skin.
"I just...bella'." He sighed, looking at you through the mirror. Once he saw your expression, that pained expression on his darling girl's face he just had to say it, the words couldn't stay in.
"...I don't deserve you." That was it. The answer was simple and curt, yet it left a gaping hole in your heart and thousands of questions.
You were silent as you finished wrapping him up.
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You wanted to make him happy, you really did.
So why did he feel undeserving of you?
You thought of it as you watched dazai lay on his futon, staring blankly at the ceiling after refusing to eat. You crouched beside him and sat on the floor, brushing his messy, dark bangs out of his eyes.
"Osamu? Can...can I stay the night with you?" You swallowed, your voice quieter than you would've liked. He nodded and you hesitated before laying beside him. "Move a bit."
You curled up beside him, feeling him tense up again before tentatively putting a hand a hand on your back. Dazai's eyes widen as he watched you sit up, hovering over him with a pained expression.
"...'donna?"
"Why don't you think you deserve me?" You trailed your fingers down his face, tracing every single one of his beautiful features as they contort into a sad smile.
"You want to know? It's because you're a delicate, pure thing and such things do not suit a blackened heart like mine."
"why not?"
"Because, my dear. You're an angel."
"And you're not?" You brushed your fingers through his hair. "Even if you weren't, the devil himself was once god's most favored angel."
He chuckled softly, leaning his head further into the pillow. "Ah, love, you have such a way with words; I don't suppose you could find a way to poison me with them?" You sighed and cupped his face, tilting it up before brushing your lips and fingers over every place and every curve of his features.
"Don't. Relax. Let me give you what you deserve." You whispered against his skin that had taken a pink-hue under your care. You kissed every part of his face and neck you could reach, peppering his skin with traces of love. Once there was no more room to fill with love, you moved to kiss every crease and scar of his calloused, blood-drenched hands as if to cleanse them of sin. His lips caught yours in a tender kiss, lithe fingers sliding into your hair and pulling you down to him. You left multitudes of promises with him, burying deep into his heart with every breath that the two of you took.
Dazai Osamu was yours, he'd always been. You were dazai osamu's, you'd always been.
Just like adam, you'd pluck the forbidden fruit if he asked you to simply because of the foolish thing called love. Even if you'd get cast away into hell you knew that he was the sought-after paradise-
Even if he didn't believe so.
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©Cheriiyaya 2024
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wizardfrog69 · 1 year
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Hi! I’m wondering about what bsd characters would sacrifice the world for their s/o and who would sacrifice their s/o for the world. What’s your opinions on it?? You can choose the characters!!
I have no idea if you meant it as a question or a request but I'm writing it as one because the concept interests me. Thank you for the question tho :)
'•.¸♡ sacrifice ♡¸.•'
Gn!reader
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Feat. Fukuzawa, Yosano, Atsushi, Dazai, Ranpo, Katai, Mori, Chuuya, Kōyō, Akutagawa, Higuchi, Oda, Ango, Francis, Poe, Nathaniel, Fyodor, Mushitaro, Nikolai, Sigma, Tetchō
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They have gone through so much, the only thing they want is to just settle down with their loved one and have nothing bother them. They sacrifice the world to just be able to spend the day with their s/o not having to bother with the world around them.
Fukuzawa, Yosano, Atsushi, Katai, Chuuya, Higuchi, Oda, Ango, Francis, Nathaniel, Mushitaro, Sigma, Tetchō.
They love you, yes they love you very much but given the opportunity to potentially have a grasp at the world or at reality, they would do anything even if it means letting you go, it pains them to do so but what are they supposed to do? It is their only chance of gaining what they have so longed after for such a long time.
Dazai, Mori, Kōyō, Akutagawa, Fyodor, Nikolai.
Whether they choose you or the world the outcome will be the same either way. For them you are their world. They have nothing else going for them, they love you and wouldn't trade you for the world, letting you go feels like letting go of a part of themselves.
Atsushi, Ranpo, Higuchi, Ango, Francis, Poe, Sigma.
༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻
Have a wonderful day/night and sleep tight :)
-love, Az
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yu6mi · 7 months
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MATCHMAKER!
₊˚⊹♡ Includes: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya.
sypnosis: you're so sweet! planning the perfect date just for them and your friend. you're trying so hard to find their perfect match... sadly, he's way too head over heels for you.
A/N: so sorry for any grammar errors!! english is not my first language and tumblr is not making this any easier for me:( I used a grammar checker just in case tho! also, this originally had tecchou bc he's THE loml but I forgot what I had planned for him HAHA
Dazai Osamu
Dazai is usually a very hard person to read. During his days of working for the Port Mafia, he was taught how to mask his emotions and cover any sight of vulnerability. Protecting himself from enemies during fights with other organizations that searched for any sign of insecurity and uncertainty in his work.
But right now, his face was priceless. His eyes were almost as big as a plate, widened in astonishment. His mouth, agape with surprise, showed all of his conflicting emotions inside of his facade— a cute, small blush could be seen in his cheeks as his hands, who were prepared to coo at you and pinch your cheeks, had no idea what to do right now. Slowly finding their way deep inside his trenchcoat's pockets.
A hushed laugh erupts from behind him. Ranpo and Yosano have their hands on their own lips, trying to muffle the sounds of amusement that so desperately wanted to get away. Can you blame them? The scene was really enjoyable for them. Were you really that oblivious or did you just wanted to reject him softly?
He was so, so sure you were going to ask him out. It was a bit funny.
A breathy, nervous laugh escapes him before he coughs awkwardly, trying to stop his heart from exploding with feelings. "I— I'm sorry... Could you repeat that, please?" He inquiries, tilting his head just slighly. Taking out one of his hands to caress his bandaged neck.
You make a small nod with your head, a pretty smile on your face. Though, he believes every expression you make is gorgerous. "I asked if you were free this Saturday." You repeat. "My friend would like to start meeting new people and I thought you two would be the perfect match!"
He knew about his reputation. A pretty face and a charming personality made it easy for him to get into any woman's bed. But you thought that, despise all that womanizer actitude, he was great!
As you talked and rambled about how good of a couple he and that mysterious friend of yours would be, he couldn't help but grimace. His hard try of maintaining a friendly, unbothered expression was becoming harder. If only you knew that he only wanted you— ah, should he just tell you that he's not interested...?
But you have such a cute expression on your face! He can't just take it away... He doesn't know what to do right now. You look so excited with the idea of matchmaking, trying to make two hearts meet each other. Though, unaware that his is already taken by yours. Fluttering with everything you do.
"So?" He comes back from his thoughts as you gently grip his coat. Your smile is so contagious and sweet. Warmth spreading through his face as his fingers twitch from your hold. "What do you say?"
You're being so cruel right now... He doesn't want to disappoint you, but he can't bring himself to go on a date with someone who isn't you. His dark orbs look around the agency in search of a way to get himself out of this situation. Atsushi slighly tensed by the way their eyes made eye contact. And yet, he just turned around when Ranpo called for his assistance. Ignoring the silent plea for help.
"Ah... Well, I don't know..." Dazai began, looking at your face with a gentle, apologetic smile and a way too soft tone of voice. "I have a pile of paperwork that I haven't checked on for a long time. Kunikida will probably—"
"I already did them for you!"
His face and shoulders fall again, he really can't say no to you, can he?
Nakahara Chuuya
"What?"
Chuuya blinked. Then blinked again, as if registering the question at his own pace. The pretty red on his cheeks was slowly disappearing, as if the surprise of your suggestion had erased any sight of his intoxication. "You... want me to what?"
A cute, small giggle erupts from you at that. One of your manicured hands covers your mouth to stop your smile from growing, while the other holds a glass of some fine wine. Chuuya's eyes are narrowed, observing the blush on your cheeks. Would it be weird if he said he wanted to bite them?
Your giggles slowly decrease. "It's okay if you don't want to," You say, slowly taking another sip of your wine as you interlock eyes with him. "I won't force you. I know you're a busy man." The last part of your words contains a teasing tone, almost like you're trying to playfully provoke him.
An exasperated sigh comes from him, his gaze averting between his glass of wine and your face. "It's not that..." He mumbles, frowning slighly at the words he wants to say but can't.
It's not a secret that Nakahara Chuuya is a very loyal man, something precious in a relationship. That's why you thought he would be a great match for your friend, insisting that he should go on a few dates with her to get to know her better. You were sure she would be his type! Or maybe it was really just the alcohol talking.
"Do you wanna see pictures of her?" You say as you set the wine on the table, your hand that was holding it now has your phone on it. Tapping your password and going through your photos.
Chuuya takes his time observing your face, you're doing this on purpose, right? You must be. Planning a date for him and some random girl. He blushes slightly when you move closer to him; your shoulder touches his, and suddenly, he feels way too warm.
"She's pretty, isn't she?" You say happily, showing a picture where you and your friend are smilling brighly. Yet, he can only focus on you. Your lips look so soft with every word your spill, your cheeks are pink from the wine, and your eyes seem like they have the whole galaxy in them.
He doubts he's ever seen someone as pretty as you.
Chuuya would stare at you for all the eternity and just admire everything about you. He would never get bored.
He smiles. "Yeah, gorgerous."
He only notices what he did when you laugh like a highschool girl. Your smile is way bigger now, and Chuuya knows that he can't say no.
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diagonal-queen · 1 year
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HELLO LOVELY! I saw your tank top thingy and am now inclined to request this. Could you do a fem. s/o that wears nightgowns to bed for dazai, ranpo, and fyodor? bonus points if you add your favorite characters :)
Now im not talking about those skimpy, lacy, lingerie ones. nono, im talking about the long vintage ones. kinda like in peter pan, what wendy was wearing, but white. think cottage-core vibes.
https://www.etsy.com/listing/955248247/vintage-white-women-long-nightgown-lace
you don't have to do this if you dont want to! but just remember, have fun! and stay hydrated! ❤️
GOOD DAY!! This is a very interesting req anon! I quite like it! I’d be lying if I said I never wanted one of these nightgowns that you’re referring to lmao. They’re just so graceful and pretty 💖💖 also you're very sweet thank you!
Reader who sleeps in a nightgown
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♡ pairing: Dazai Osamu, Ranpo Edogawa, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Mykola Hohol, Edgar Allan Poe x fem!Reader
♡ synopsis: How do these boys react to a reader who wears a nightgown to sleep?
♡ cw: A couple of naughty words, suggestive behaviour (goddamnit Dazai and Fyodor specifically)
note: You said I could add faves so I threw Mykola and Poe in there for the funsies (was gonna put Oda too but I could not think of anything for this poor guy I'm sorry) 🌸 Apologies for errors, hope you enjoy :)
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Dazai:
At first he probably teases you and says you look like a curtain or a ghost or something T-T
But he's not a complete jerk. He does think you look like an angel and he tells you as much eventually (I feel like he would lowkey be into old-fashioned romantic stuff sometimes especially if it involves you wearing a pretty nightgown <3)
Constantly quizzing you on how you're able to comfortably wear something like this to sleep because to him it looks kind of uncomfortable? When you try to tell him that it's fine and you think it looks pretty he drops the subject but lowkey still worries about it
Plays with your sleeves or the skirt of the nightgown while he's lying next to you
From then on if you guys ever watch old fashioned movies ft. women who wear similar nightgowns, he always points it out. He's like 'That's like the one you have! You look better in it though'
He's a charmer for sure this guy
Though he does think you look lovely, he is still a bit of a pervert. It's rather possible Dazai might try to feel you up through the nightgown. Damnit Dazai
Ranpo:
Ranpo is honestly probably a little confused at first. Like this is the 21st century, why are you wearing this?
THAT BEING SAID he is actually rather happy to sleep with you while you're wearing an old-fashioned nightgown. It's like being wrapped in your own little silky blanket!
He fiddles with it when he's bored and rubs his face against it just because he's kinda weird like that (lovingly)
Probably asks Yosano/Fukuzawa about it because let's be real, as smart as Ranpo is he doesn't understand why you would wanna cover yourself in so much fabric when you go to sleep (autistic things 2.0 <3)
Otherwise he does think you look very elegant. He also thinks it's cute that you care so much about always looking nice even if you're just hanging out in bed with him
But at the same time he's like 'Well how are you supposed to eat snacks in bed if you're wearing something that isn't supposed to get dirty??/??????????'
Actually does make an effort to not get any crumbs on you though because he knows that you care about your nightgowns <3
Fyodor:
He already thinks of you as an angel- so why not look like one too?
Fyodor is relatively old fashioned (at least in my head), so he's happy with what you've chosen to wear. It's mature and modest, but it's also so ~pretty~ that he can't keep his hands off you
Somewhere in his fucked up little brain spouts a twinge of possessiveness because you're just so enchanting and you look so innocent! Why should anyone else get to see you in your undergarments (even though it's basically a dress)? They shouldn't, end of story
Tbh he probably gets turned on if he thinks about it too long -_-
Fyodor sometimes likes to fondly watch you while you're sleeping, so the nightgown really adds cuteness points for him
He's always praising you for looking beautiful even in your sleep- probably compares you to Sleeping Beauty because he's messed up like that <3
He always holds you gently while you two sleep and presses soft kisses to your neck because that's like the only part of you he can access lol
Overall he acts very calm but is lowkey just a little TOO into it
Mykola:
Mykola is so dramatic about it. He's like 'MY EYES HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY AN ETHEREAL BEAUTY FROM THE HEAVENS' or something else dumb like that
But the thing is, he actually means that. He's just very theatre kid-esque in his delivery which makes it seem like a mockery lol
He just thinks you look so cute! He spins you in his arms and pinches your cheeks
Asks you to give him a couple twirls in the same way that your mother does when you're trying on a new outfit
I believe that 'yangoliatka' is a term of endearment in Ukrainian that means 'angel'? If so then he would ABSOLUTELY call you that (I'm so sorry if that's wrong- I don't speak Ukrainian T-T)
Picks you up bridal style 'to practice' because you kinda do look vaguely like a bride. When you get shy he just laughs (menace behaviour)
You know those noir films with those really drawn out but trying-to-be-romantic sex scenes (where the girl inevitably wears one of those fancy nightgowns?) Yeah he'd try to recreate one of those because he thinks it's funny
Poe:
Yeah uh. He was absolutely the one who bought it for you in the first place.
He's just an old-school romantic boy and thought you would look beautiful in a nightgown! (spoiler: he was right)
Poe thinks you are ethereal, gorgeous, stunning, exquisite, graceful, elegant, ravishing, all of the above
In short he's totally enamoured with you and lets you know how beautiful you look even though you are wearing pyjamas
He's a gentleman and asks if you're alright with him cuddling you in case he creases it or something (plus he's also very much content to just sit beside you and admire you)
His heart is beating so fast as he pulls you into his arms because in his head is probably some insane paranoia about how perfect you are and how unworthy he is or something
He probably starts spilling all this poetic prose about how you outshine all of the beautiful women in history (y'know like Aphrodite, Cleopatra, Helen, and also Annabel and Lenore duhh)
He will be buying you more of these in different colours and styles for sure
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Before anyone comes at me- yes I am doing the asks out of order. Sometimes ideas come to me much faster for one prompt than they do for the other, but I promise I am doing my best to complete all of them. Also imagine being Poe’s sugar baby awhhh maybe I should write it
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rusmii · 5 months
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Hey I love your works! Could I request Chuuya and Dazai head cannons with a s/o who struggles with seizures/epilepsy after suffering an injury? I’m craving some hurt/comfort fluff so bad 😩
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☁️🫧🦢 luv, let me take care of you
dazai, chuuya x fem!reader
╰ back to navi
syp: after a traumatic brain injury, you have developed permanent epilepsy and seizures. how will they take care of you?
tw//: seizures + epilepsy, medication and other medical stuff mentioned, violence
♡: i'm glad you enjoy my works😚! here's some dessert for you
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"don't move." he says
this was the first time you've actually seen dazai so serious over your well-being
well, that was worded wrong. he cares about you, he does deeply, but was it ever as serious as when he almost thought he lost you?
how it started was when the two of you were assigned a mission. it was a simple one, but for some reason, there was some misinformation that caused the mission to go south
dazai watched as the ability user used its brute strength to pick you up by the head and start throwing you to the ground like a hammer
dazai screamed, begged and pleaded for them to stop
yk it's serious when the dazai osamu begs with his face in the ground
but the sound of your bones breaking didn't stop and he was out of options
his voice was horase from screaming so loud, and he knew that negotiating wasn't an option, so he lay there helplessly as he heard his beloved die
he swore that as soon as this was over, they'd pay.
the saying that dazai's enemies' misfortune was being his enemies wasn't just some silly mafia rumor after all
just remembering the events of that day shook him to his core. usually, he didn't care as much as the others would, but the situation was different
the situation was you
he waited anxiously outside yosano's door, the other agency members always bringing him meals and water to drink, always asking him to use the bathroom because he just wouldn't do it
they all showed the same anxious expression as well. you were an agency member, part of the family
so when yosano came out and announced that she has stabilized you; everyone was prancing in relief
dazai shoved her out of the way to see you, and his heart broke at the bandages wrapped around your head
it reminded him of his mafia days so when he approached you, he was quickly slapped away by yosano who warned him that you have suffered the most injury on your head
so he couldn't be too loud or noisy around you for the first week or two
and came the present day, where you were completely fine; save for the fact that you did have some permanent damage, but it didn't stop you from doing your daily activities
yosano had prescribed you pain meds and medication for your seizures
"dazai, i'm fine," you sigh as he attempts to pick you up bridal style to carry you to the bathroom, "no, really! stop.." you get out of his grip before he could really lift you into the air, and you could hear the worry in his voice, "belladonna, you're hurting," he tried to reason with you. "i was hurting, osamu. i'm fine, really! it's just a minor inconvenience that happened because i wasn't careful." you reassure him, but he wasn't having any of it. "gah! what's wrong with you!? stop treating me like i'm glass osamu." you push his arms away and he stares at you, "but-" — "but what?!" you snap, you didn't mean to. you knew he was only trying to care for you or at least learning how to. "samu, speak to me." you lean forward, and he bit his lip, "im just.." he pauses hesitantly before resuming, "scared ill lose you.." he finishes, and your eyes soften as you gently take his hands into yours, "osamu, i'll never leave you. till the ends of the universe will i stay by your side. that's a promise."
he looks at you with glistened eyes, "you promise?"
"i promise-" your body started twitching, and you could hear the calm but panicked voice of dazai, "breathe with me, you're alright, i'm here." he whispers in your ear as he cradles you. you gripped onto him aa your mouth parts, unable to speak. "look at me [name], it's alright, don't panic, it'll pass." a few minutes went by and soon you managed to compose yourself. you and dazai stared at each other for a moment before you sighed and lifted your arms, "you're right, carry me to the bathroom!"
he carefully scoops you up into his arms and walks to the bathroom, "as my princess wishes!"
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tbh chuuya is pretty similar to dazai when it comes to worrying over you
the only difference is that he worries constantly over you, with both of your lines of work being in the port mafia
"is the damage serious?"
"more than serious.." mori says as he hands chuuya some prescibe pills, "make sure she takes these for the first for weeks."
and ever since that, chuuya has been on your ass, making sure that you took your medication every day
despite your being becoming well, he still couldn't shake the memory out. it struck him in the core
the two of you were overseas as per request of the boss
he trusted that chuuya and his men would get the work done in no time, you worked under him as well so you got to go along too
not a lot of people knew of your relationship with chuuya, only assuming what it is since the two of you are always seen together
since it was an overseas trip to the americas, you packed your made space in your luggage for anything you might buy over there
soon you all arrived to new york to settle some minor conflict between the port mafia and the growing organization there
it was a simple run on the mill plan, get in; beat their ass, take anything they'd consider valuable, and get out
so then the plan was put into action, it started out great like every other plan but one of the grunts slipped up and died, causing a massive uproar
the port mafia and the organization began to fight, chuuya, being the strongest out of everyone had been surrounded by their most strongest
you on the other hand had engaged in an shooting fight with another girl
you were shot in the leg before you shot her in the stomach. as a last attempt to take you down with her she shot up to one of the hanging crates and before you knew it, you were crushed under the heavy weight
chuuya at first didn't notice your injury but when he began to realize your absence on the field he looked around
he screamed your name as he had a rush of adrenaline, kicking down his enemies as he ran over to you
he called for backup and quickly took you outside to where the port mafias medics were at
after a while, you woke up to a very pissed off chuuya who told you that you should've let him handle all the fighting if you couldn't handle it
since you had just woken up you were feeling a little snappy
and for the next two weeks, the two of you weren't really on talking terms
just him making sure you take your medication, until you were finally struck with a seizure
what a scary first experience that was
"what's wrong?" chuuya asks, he was holding out a glass of water and two pills in his other hand. "nothings wrong." you replied dryly, still staring down at your phone. you could hear the annoyed sigh that came out of chuuyas mouth, "well, clearly something is." you didn't answer and that was starting to get on his nerves. chuuya hasn't been feeling like himself lately, he felt like absolute shit. you two had an argument that should've ended weeks ago but here you both were, still finding things to snap at. and worse of all, he couldn't protect you like how he promised he would. "look," he says, he just wanted your fight to be over with and he'd be damn if you pass away without him apologizing, "im sorry for what i said the other day. i know you're capable, i'm just..." he didn't know how to put it into words, so he stood there for a minute, "just, wish i could've done more for you."
this time it was your turn to sigh, "chuuya," you called out to him, you turned off your phone to pay attention to him, "you already do more than enough for me." you took the water and pills from him, digesting the two. "...don't be angry at yourself." it was if you read his mind, "im not." — "you are." — "..." he remained quiet as he slowly sat on the edge of the bed. "i am..." he says quitely.
when you didn't answer him, he kept going, "i know that i struggle with being vulnerable with myself around others, but if it's with you.." he stops to look at you, but his eyes widen in shock. he stood up as he watched your figure tremble under the sheets, "hey! what the hell! what the fuck?! [name]?!" he nearly shouts, he dialed mori's number as he cradled your body against his. when mori picked up he was speaking a mantra, mori had to tell him to shut up and stop panicking as it would worsen your seizure. "seizure?" he mumbles, "yes seizure, chuuya-kun. make sure she has water near her when she comes to." he told chuuya to keep him on speaker, instructing him on what to do.
"hey, it's alright, [name] i'm here..." he whispers, "is she alright?" — "i think." and when you came to, you felt warmth, "roll her on her side." you heard someone that wasn't chuuya say, and you were rolled on your side as drool came out of your mouth. "[name], you with me?" chuuya asks you softly, and you hum. "thank god- okay, um, boss is coming over tomorrow morning to give you different medicine, okay?" he kisses your temple.
"feeling okay?" he asks, "mhm, yeah.." you mutter, you felt a little out of it but he was there to ground you.
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cerebralinvasion · 1 year
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Hiii! I have a BSD request! Its a bot dark but its related to something that Ive been working through lately. Can you do as many bsd characters as you can reacting to their S/O getting emotional on their birthday because they "didn't think they would make it this far"? Like they struggled with severe depression and suicidal thoughts/SH in their childhood and honestly didn't expect to make it to the age they are now? Its almost my birthday and I've been struggling with the same thing so i wanted some fluff with my favorite characters to help me through it! :) thank you so much!
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trigger warnings: mentions of past self harm, depression, and suicidal ideation (reader no longer struggles with those things for the most part)
characters: fyodor, nikolai, dazai, ranpo, yosano, poe, chuuya, jouno, akutagawa
notes: ack sorry this took so long D: i know it’s probably long past your birthday by the time i get this out, but i wish you a happy birthday and i hope you enjoy anyways :))
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fyodor
♡ fyodor being fyodor knows exactly what you’re feeling
♡ he understands perfectly why you’re getting emotional and reacting the way you are
♡ and he doesn’t judge you for it in the slightest, he thinks that the way you feel is perfectly valid
♡ he’s just not sure exactly how he should approach the issue or how he can actually help you
♡ but he really does want you to feel well
♡ it’s likely he’d wait for a calm moment between the two of you when there’s not much else going on
♡ something like enjoying a cup of tea together during the morning
♡ he’ll very very subtly poke at the topic and wait for you to explain it all yourself
♡ and once you do he’ll take that chance to comfort you now that you’ve brought it up
♡ “there’s no need for tears, alright? the past is is past and you’re here and well now. that’s what matters. no matter what you thought, you did make it this far.”
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nikolai
♡ nikolai is able to tell what’s up when you’re getting upset, even if you try to hide it
♡ but he’s not too keen on making you feel bad or being too blunt when it comes to this
♡ so he mainly tries to focus on distracting you and giving you the best birthday he can
♡ lots of surprises and things for you to enjoy, stuff that makes you personally happy
♡ he kind of pretends to be oblivious to the fact that you’re down for the most part
♡ because he doesn’t want to accidentally make you feel like your emotions are dampening the mood
♡ because they’re not!! your feelings are perfectly valid to him
♡ so instead he only subtly touches on the topic near the end of the day once everything begins to settle down.
♡ “hmmm… you had a good time today, right? so it’s a good thing you’re still around! and as long as i can see your smile then all is right!”
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dazai
♡ yeah dazai definitely gets the feeling
♡ but also… it’s dazai
♡ don’t get me wrong, he wants to be able to comfort you and make you feel better
♡ but he just… doesn’t know how
♡ he doesn’t need you to explain or tell him what’s wrong
♡ he already knows
♡ and he’ll probably try to make you feel better by diverting your attention
♡ making a big show of celebrating your birthday, giving you gifts and trying to make it the best birthday he can
♡ he wants to celebrate not only your birthday but the fact that you actually made it this far, even if you didn’t think you could
♡ so his cheesy over the top words proclaring him to be ‘completely at your service for the day’ and all the effort he put in to cater your birthday to you
♡ is kind of his way of telling you that he’s proud, and that he thinks you deserve to celebrate
♡ it’s not until later that night does dazai express his feelings directly
♡ when you’re both half asleep and holding each other under the blankets
♡ “i’m so happy you’re still here to celebrate. i hope you had fun today. and i want us to do this again.”
♡ again… that’s right
♡ he wants to make sure he can celebrate your birthday again
♡ and again, and again after that
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ranpo
♡ despite his skills as a detective, ranpo can be pretty oblivious
♡ but he knows that somethings up, even if he doesn’t know what
♡ and he doesn’t like that! it’s your birthday! and you’re his partner!
♡ he thinks you really deserve to be happy and have a good day
♡ and he thinks that beating around the bush won’t help you feel better
♡ so while he will initially wait for you to tell him yourself
♡ if he decides your taking to long, he’ll just jumpstart the conversation
♡ so he very bluntly asks what’s wrong with you
♡ it might’ve come off as rude if you didn’t know him better, but you can tell he genuinely wants to know
♡ when you do tell him he’s kind of like ‘oh’
♡ and he sits there quietly for a little while
♡ because he doesn’t exactly know what to say
♡ it’s not often that he cares about being sensitive with others feelings and being careful about making them happy
♡ but when it’s you, he puts in a lot more effort to watch his words
♡ he thinks a lot more before he speaks, because he really does care about how you feel
♡ “you didn’t think you’d make it this far, but you did, didn’t you? you’ve made it through.” he pauses for a second before beginning to speak in a quieter tone. “and you’re going to keep making it through. so don’t be sad anymore… please?”
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yosano
♡ oh my god
♡ what’s this?
♡ a single person in this list that actually has good communication skills?? impossible.
♡ but for real, yosano doesn’t beat around the bush
♡ the second she gets an inkling that you’re not doing well, she brings up the topic
♡ in an actual normal way
♡ she’s not overly blunt to the point of rude, but she’s also not skittish around the topic
♡ a soft ‘are you alright?’ with a concerned glance to you
♡ when you do explain she’s very understanding
♡ while she may not specialize in psychology, it’s still something she has some basic knowledge of
♡ so even though she can’t say she’s experienced the same feelings you have, she very much so understands them
♡ “and yet you’ve persevered despite the circumstances. i know it hasn’t been easy, but you did it anyways. it took a lot of strength and i believe that’s more than enough cause to celebrate. because you deserve a wonderful birthday and many more.”
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poe
♡ poe is really nervous about accidentally making you more upset when it comes to this
♡ he really wants to make you happy! and he hates seeing you sad
♡ but he just doesn’t know what to do, and is really scared of doing the wrong thing
♡ so he tries to be cautious
♡ being extra soft with you and making sure not to say anything that could touch a sensitive subject, for the most part
♡ though at some point, one of you is gonna give
♡ whether it’s you finally confessing to him about the way you’d feeling
♡ or it’s him just getting to worried seeing you so down
♡ whoever brought it up, when you do begin to explain he’s very quiet, encouraging you to speak your mind without interruption before he responds
♡ “i’m so sorry to hear you feel that way…if you ever need my help, please let me know. i really do care about you and i don’t know what i would do if you ever needed me and i wasn’t there for you.”
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chuuya
♡ chuuya loves you a lot it’s true!
♡ but he definitely doesn’t notice you feeling down at first
♡ it’s not that he doesn’t care! he cares about you so so much
♡ it’s just that, he’s not very… observant
♡ he pays attention, yes, but he’s not the very best at reading people
♡ he might be able to tell that somethings up, but he won’t be able to figure out what exactly is wrong unless you tell him
♡ so as soon as you do explain why you’ve been down it instantly clicks for him
♡ and he feels like a dumbass for not getting it sooner
♡ he makes sure to let you know how genuinely proud he is of you
♡ and how happy he is that you made it to where you are today
♡ “you’re so strong, i hope you know that. i’m so proud of you. i’m so lucky you’re alive.”
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jouno
♡ unlike chuuya, jouno is very observant, especially when it comes to you
♡ so he was able to tell what was wrong
♡ especially since he was aware of your history with both self harm and suicidal thoughts before now
♡ does this mean he knows how to talk to you about it?
♡ absolutely not i’m so sorry
♡ while jouno is very much used to observing and being aware of how others felt, due to their heartbeat
♡ he’s not at all used to actually caring the way he does when it comes to you
♡ so he’s not exactly sure how to genuinely make you feel better, but that’s not to say he doesn’t try
♡ “you don’t have to explain anything if you don’t want to. but if you need to talk i’m here to listen, yeah?”
♡ like he said, he’ll listen if you’d like to talk
♡ but if you’d rather not have a discussion he understands that as well
♡ if you don’t feel like talking about it, his method of cheering you up would probably involve distraction
♡ telling you interesting facts and stuff to get your mind off of it
♡ because while he’s not the best at filling a conversation with comforting words he is decently adept when it comes to small talk and casual chatter
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akutagawa
♡ akutagawa is not a man who understands emotions very well
♡ not his own and certainly not others
♡ but if there’s one thing he knows it’s that he wants you to be happy
♡ and he’s worried because he doesn’t know how to do that
♡ but he really really wants to, more than anything
♡ he doesn’t know how to approach the topic
♡ even if he can tell you’re upset, he fears if he brings it up, he may make it worse
♡ so it’ll be up to you to tell him plainly how you feel
♡ “i… i can’t say that i will know how to help you when you feel this way, but i can say that i will always be on your side. and if you ever need it, i am always here to listen. i’m glad that you’re still around.”
♡ it’s quiet and mumbled, his words unsure and shaky
♡ he isn’t used to talking from the heart like this
♡ but every word is true
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kiatheinsomniac · 2 months
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇-𝐔𝐏!*˚ .♡⋆ˊˎ -
𓆩♡𓆪 a Valentine's gift for you! Considering the success it had last year, I'm bringing back Valentine's match-ups for 2024 to set you up on a date with one of your favs! 𓆩♡𓆪 (edited rules as I didn't get the same sort of engagement as last year that I had expected)
。・:*˚:✧。how does it work?
♡ similar to ships, you send me a description of yourself (sexuality, personality, hobbies, likes/dislikes) and a fandom (or multiple fandoms!) of your choice from the list below. ♡ I'll tell you who would ask you to be their Valentine and why as well as the date they would take you on! ♡ like last year, the event will be run on a "first come, first serve basis" ♡ you can enter by sending your information to my ask box! ♡ please keep in mind that entries are one per person and not one per blog. This is to make it fair.
♡ enter now to receive a Valentine's date!
・❥・꒰ CLOSES 7TH FEB. ꒱ ・❥・꒰ 0 SLOTS LEFT. ꒱
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。・:*˚:✧。fandom list:
𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃:
✧ I will write for literally anyone
𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋:
✧ Any of the Dimitrescus, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐖 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘:
✧ Elliott, Sebastian
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓:
✧ Alhaitham, Baizhu, Beidou, Cyno, Dehya, Diluc, Dottore, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lisa, Neuvillette, Ningguang, Pantalone, Raiden Ei, Scaramouche, Thoma, Tighnari, Xiao, Yae Miko, Zhongli (more will be added as I progress in the game ♡)
𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐍:
✧ Any of the ainur/ elves, Aragorn, Faramir, Haleth
𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀:
✧ Alucard, Carmilla, Hector, Striga
𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄:
✧ Howl
𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒:
✧ Tomoe
𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑:
✧ Sebastian, Undertaker, Snake, Ash/Angela, Charles Grey
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒:
✧ Dominique, Johann, Noé, Olivier, Vanitas
𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓:
✧ Sherlock Holmes, William James Moriarty
𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒:
✧ Akiko Yosano, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Golgo. Osamu Dazai, Sigma, Yukichi Fukuzawa
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋:
✧ Loki
𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:
✧ Brother Day
𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍:
✧ Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen
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mncxbe · 8 months
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Please Ignore this if you aren't taking requests rn, but I had an Idea, Like how would Fukuzawa, Oda, etc react if you would accidentally call them Dad? If you want you can add other characters by accidentally calling them brother or sister :3 (omg imagine Yosano)
Omg yes that's so good. Sorry it took so long to write this piece I'm currently a bit busy at work but I finally managed. I hope you like it♡
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𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝑶𝒅𝒂, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐, 𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡
𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂
he is so so surprised when you accidently call him "dad"
oh boy he tries to keep it cool to keep up appearances, but as soon as he's alone he smiles so much
he's so happy that you see him like that
will remember your words for longer than you expected
A wave of fear washed over you when Dazai informed you that the president has just summoned you in his office. It wasn't like you did anything bad, yet you couldn't help but wonder why he wanted to see you.
"Mr. President?" you asked in a hushed voice as you stepped into his office with your head bowed. "You wanted to see me."
"Ah, Y/N, yes. Please take a seat" said the silver haired man as he motioned you towards a cushioned pillow on the ground. "Would you like some tea?"
You mumbled a small 'mhm' before sitting on the mat. "So why did you want to see me, sir? Did I do something?"
Your tried to hide your anxiety but the tone of your voice betrayed you. Fukuzawa lifted his gaze from the tea he was pouring, his ocean eyes narrowing at you.
"Why would you assume you did something wrong?" he inquired.
"Well..." you stuttered "You don't usually ask me to come to your office so I figured that I messed something up."
A heavy silence fell between the two of you; you could even hear your own racing heartbeat. But then Fukuzawa's lips curled into a gentle smile.
"Oh, Y/N. I just wanted to congratulate you for doing such a great job. Your work is invaluable to our organization and I wanted to personally thank you for your contribution."
The relief you felt upon hearing his praise could hardly be put into words; your lips stretched into a gleeful smile as you bowed your head.
"Thank you sir. I'm honoured to be a member of this agency and I really cannot express how happy I am that my hard work pays off, dad. I promise I won't disappoint you and-"
The look of surprise on Fukuzawa's face made you stop in dead in your tracks. What was wrong? You asked yourself as you went over your speech in your mind. And then you realized that you had just called him dad.
"Oh God I'm sorry, sir. I didn't think when I said that"
Fukuzawa's expression softened as he handed you your cup of tea; steam curling on its surface like grape vines.
"Don't worry about it" he said reassuringly "I don't mind it."
The two of you quietly sipped your sweet tea before he let you return to work. After you shut the door, Fukuzawa finally allowed himself to externalize the sheer amount of happiness he felt. There was nothing he loved more than being able to take care of the Agency's members, and the fact that you considered him a father figure was proof that he was doing a good job.
𝑶𝒅𝒂
he smiles so gently♡
if you get embarassed he pets your head and reassures you that it's alright
Oda's really proud of himself; from then on he always brings you curry at work
It was only eight months ago that the Port Mafia decided to recruit you as an assistant. Your job was pretty basic: compling reports for different missions and sorting paperwork but you loved it since it allowed you to meet almost all higher ups in the organization.
This is how you ended up getting acquainted with Oda. Although he was around seven years older than you, he was surprisingly high spirited and young at heart and unlike other members of the Mafia he was always kind to you. Oda would often swing by the dusty underground room that acted as your office and ask how you day was, bringing you snacks and tea.
After a few months his visits became something natural and at times, when you were absorbed in your work, you didn't fully acknowledge his presence.
"Hi, Y/N. How's your day going?" asked the brunette as he shut the wooden door, causing a cloud of dust to rise from the floor.
"Jesus" he coughed "You really need to clean this place one day"
"Yea, I know. I just cannot find a damn broom in this entire building. Oh and I'm good thanks for asking. What about you?" you replied, typing away on your laptop. The keys on the computer board clicked faintly as you quickly ran your digits over them.
Your comment made Oda chuckle lightly "Well, my day's fine too. I'm gonna go on a mission later but I wanted to bring you lunch first" he said as he placed a cardboard box on your desk.
"Oh, thanks dad" you babbled out, still not taking your eyes off of the glowing screen.
It was only when the man let out a hoarse laughter that you actually snapped out of your trance.
"Did you just call me dad?" he asked in a playful voice, causing your face to heat up.
"Uh... Did I? I guess I did" you said in attempt to play it off. "Do you mind it?"
"Of course not, Y/N. It's really nice to know that you see me as a father figure."
For a few seconds your gaze held his and you could see the joy sparkling in his eyes; he was giddy, like a kid in a candy store.
The wholesome moment was however abruptly interrupted by a blink; you had just received another e mail from your boss, asking you to go over some old documents from the archive.
"Uuh this work just never ends!" you cried out, throwing your hands in the air in a desperate gesture.
Oda only chuckled at your outburst, his smile widening. "Well then I'll leave you to it, but don't forget to eat something too"
"I won't. Thanks Oda and good luck on the mission"
The man lazily waved at you before stepping out of the room, a gentle smile making its way to his lips. She called me dad. He kept chanting those words to himself throughout the whole day, his heart swelling with unbounded pride and joy.
𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐
sweet baby, he already knew that you saw him as a brother, but actually calling him that makes him smile so much
he pinches your cheeks till they're red, good luck getting rid of him now
as someone who never actually had a family until he met Fukuzawa, having someone else see him as an older brother is such an honour
from then on, Ranpo shares more of his sweets with you
You've been working at the Detective Agency for a couple of months now and Ranpo was your mentor. He had found you one day at a crime scene, hovering over the body with an inquisitive look on your face.
"Sirs, it may look like this man committed suicide but based on the angle the blade was tilted at I can rule it a homicide. There's no way he could've held the knife like that" you announced confidently as one of the police officers dragged you away from the corpse.
You were hectically swinging your arms and legs in attempt to free yourself. "I'm telling you, it wasn't suicide. You're jumping to conclusions."
"Shut up, brat" spat the vexed policeman as he showed you past the yellow tape that restricted the perimeter. "You better not cross the line again unless you wanna end up in jail. This is your last warning" he said before walking away from you.
You huffed in annoyance, turning on your heels when you suddenly bumped into the young detective.
"You're quite observant, young lady" he said in his usual jovial voice. "Tell me, how old are you?"
"Seventeen..." you mumbled, your eyes narrowing at him "And who are you?"
The young man chuckled as a wide smile made its way to his lips. "I'm Ranpo Edogawa, the world greatest detective. And you, miss, are in great luck. I want to rectruit you as my apprentice."
From then on you accompanied Ranpo to crime scenes and solved countless cases together, the friendship between you growing stronger by the day.
One Monday evening as you returned to the office from a crime site, you enthusiastically pulled Ranpo in for a hug.
"Thanks, nii-chan. This was my biggest case so far and I couldn't have solved it without you." you beamed.
For a brief moment the detective was awestruck; he was accustomed to your sudden affections, but it was the first time you've ever called him big bro.
As if sensing his bewilderment you quickly pulled away from him, a deep shade of pink tinting your cheeks as you fumbled for words.
"I'm sorry Ranpo I don't know why I said that."
The detective regained his composure, flashing you his signature smirk "Hey, hey don't worry, Y/N" he said gently as he caressed the crown of your head. "You can always count on your big bro. Let's go get some sweets now, ok? My treat."
You nodded eagerly and began walking towards the closest convenience store; Ranpo stood behind, his emerald eyes following your movements. A warm feeling, which was most likely a blend of love and pride, bloomed in his chest as he watched you open the glassy door of the shop.
"You coming?" you yelled at him in attempt to cover the sound of the incoming traffic and he quickly followed you. The door closed behind him with a thud as you entered the shop.
𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐
she blushes so much but she's so happy
much like Ranpo she's deeply moved when she hears your words
expect her to take you on more shopping sprees
"Keep up, Y/N. We still have a few more shops to check out" said the woman with a wide grin on her face as she entered yet another store.
It was the beginning of summer and almost all boutiques had clothes on sale, which meant that your colleague ought to take you on one of her infamous shopping sprees. Since you only started your job only a few months ago, you couldn't afford most of the ellegant garments displayed in the shop windows, so you simply resolved to carrying around Yosano's bags.
"Naa girly wait for me" you whined as you struggled to balance the shiny box Yosano just handed you.
The woman, seemingly ignoring your complaints, walked to a nearby mannequin and scanned the dress it was wearing with narrowed eyes.
"Tell me, Y/N. Do you like this?" she asked in a contemplative voice.
You considered the dress for a moment before speaking; it was truly gorgeous, a black piece adorned with intricate purple and pink patters which looked like curls of smoke.
"It's very beautiful, Akiko. You'd look great in it."
Your friend sighed, her head dropping to the side as her violet eyes met yours "That wasn't the question, Y/N. I asked if you like it."
You were taken aback by her blunt words but quickly nodded, earning a smile from the woman.
"Good. Then try it on" she said, taking a clothes hanger from a nearby rack.
You didn't bother to hide your excitement as you rushed to the changing rooms and slipped into the dress; and it fit you like a glove, perfectly hugging all your curves. With excitement burning in your eyes, you stepped out of the dressing room.
"Soo what do you think?" you asked your friend, performing a twirl.
"Oyy you look so hot girl" she cheered "Wear this to the next event we go to and you'll sweep everyone off their feet."
"I highly doubt that" you giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Plus I can't afford it anyway"
"Nonsense! I'm buying it for you" announced the woman with a proud smile on her face.
"But I can't accept it, Aki. It's way too-"
Yosano cut you short with a swift motion of her hand "Then consider it a birthday gift. You're turning 20 next month right?"
An ecstatic smile made it's way to your lips as you hugged her. "Thanks, nee chan" you whispered, your arms snaking around her neck.
Upon hearing your words Yosano's face turned a light shade of pink but she wasted no time to slip her hands around your torso, pulling you closer to her. Happiness bubbled up inside her when she felt you giggle agaist her shoulder.
"Anytime, Y/N" she smiled back
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circinuus · 1 year
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can you make dazai blush?
0.6k words. gn! reader
❥ inspired by this video, and here's my honest reaction; possibly ooc dazai
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dazai, who is eloquent in his words and smooth in his gestures; a ladies' man with looks that are easy in the eyes and a voice pleasant to the ear.
dazai, who eyes you curiously when you first step into the agency, wet behind the ears, timid at kunikida's instructions and atsushi's reassuring words.
dazai, who finds the way you stumble your words very endearing, who finds the way the apples of your cheeks heat in crimson adorable whenever he reaches for your hand and starts a soliloquy about how you're just like a beautiful flower.
dazai, who pauses before waving a woeful hand when you return his grasp with a more secure and worried squeeze after he gives you an offer on a lover's suicide. your silent worry and reprimand do not cease even with kunikida's and atsushi's notions that such is just how the agency is.
dazai, who started looking forward to going to the agency every morning, wondering what expression you'll make today. will you bashfully scrunch up your nose if he compliments how your eyes sparkle like the evening tsurumi river that failed to drown him? or how your hands are as soft as the petals of a foxglove? will your eyebrows crease in frazzled concern if he eats that poisonous shroom again?
dazai, who frowns and is against the idea of you going for a fieldwork near yokohama port—more than he expected he will be.
dazai, whose face freezes and tongue paralyzed when you stop him after work one evening, in your arms is a bouquet of fresh blue hydrangeas. "thank you for being such a good senior," you said with heartfelt gratitude. dazai thinks of the possibility of you mistaking him for kunikida, or yosano, or atsushi, or other people from the agency. the possibility is unlikely.
dazai, who usually brushes off or basks in compliments that come his way, but is now stuck in perplexed blinks when you told him about how kind he is, the white stray cat still cradled in his arms and occasionally licking his cheek.
dazai, who is a suave man—accepting honmei chocolates here and there with practiced ease—only to pause in a hesitant, surprised, expression when you hand him a store-packaged box of chocolates. a giri chocolate, he realizes, before covering everything with his usual fanfare and tease.
dazai, who couldn't pinpoint his small exhale is out of relief or disappointment.
dazai, who now doesn't know what to do with you because he is scared of catching feelings, and you catching feelings for him.
dazai, whose, for the first time in forever, mind got thrown off balance and blood rushing to his cheeks when you absent-mindedly drop an innocent comment before the day ends, your eyes still solemnly set on the reports you devoutly type out.
"i'm going to give my honmei chocolate and confess my love to you after work."
"eh?"
"are you free after work?"
"mm."
"be prepared then."
"okay."
"why is your face red?"
dazai, who now sits straight trails off a chuckle. his fingers subtly tighten on his complete suicide book as he raises it closer to his face.
"wasn't that basically a confession?"
and you, who are finally freed from the shackle of fatigued absentmindedness and gasp in morbid realization, face bursting to a million shades of rose.
"ah!"
"please forget i said that-"
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this is basically the sunshine x the flirt turned to a mess--because of genuine affection. fic writers, i beg you to consider this concept: a blushing and flustered dazai, a thread 🤡
♡ @ashthemadwriter
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ikolaiigh · 7 months
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Poor Unfortunate Souls
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𝑻𝑾/𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺..Prince!Chuuya, The little mermaid AU, drowning, thunderstorms, injuries, romantic tension, strangers to lovers, Mermaid!Reader, Fantasy Violence, Pet names, both Chuuya and reader are disgustingly in love,Reader and chuuya are down bad for each other, Love at First Sight, Idiots in Love, Reader is called 'Princess' and later on 'Queen', Weddings, Songfic.
𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: Prince!Chuuya Nakahara x Mermaid!Reader
𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort.
𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: The ocean was wide, yet everything was very much the same for you, that is until you save a human prince from a shipwreck. Despite only having met once for a short period, the two Royals become infatuated with each other, The human wanting to know who saved them and you resolve to do whatever it takes to become part of his world.
𝘈/𝘕: here we are yet again! I never expected the support that received from the last one so thank you! I appreciate it sm <33 I had some difficulty in starting this chapter but I finished it off! Btw Yosano's dialog was based on the song "She's in Love" from the Broadway version! Yet again I thank @yuugen-benni for helping me out, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! ♡
-For "Poor Unfortunate Souls" Listen to Jonas's brother's version or annapantsu! Since it fits better with the ambiance and everything, the fanart is by nixnyr.
Under The Sea - Poor Unfortunate Souls - Next..
"𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞." -𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐧
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Watching through the eyes of the merman's, a man concealed in the shadows of a dimly lit cave couldn't contain his malevolent delight. His sinister chuckle reverberated through the cavern as he reveled in his fortunate discovery.
"Well, well, well... Isn't this just too easy?" he mused, a twisted grin spreading across his face. His eyes narrowed with a wicked glint as he observed the trembling merfolk, their shrimp-like forms quivering in fear before him.
"But it's not just any love, is it?" he continued, his voice dripping with malicious amusement. "No, no, no. This young mermaid has fallen for a human—a prince, to be precise. Oh, how adorably naive!"
As his purple eyes gleamed with malevolence, the man reveled in the thought of the chaos he could sow. His dark intentions fueled his sadistic pleasure."I can already picture it," he mused, his smirk growing more pronounced. "The king, oh, he will be furious when he discovers his precious daughter is smitten with a mere human. The scandal, the outrage—it will be exquisite."
His attention then shifted, considering a more nefarious plan. "The king's daughter would make the perfect addition to my flourishing garden," he whispered, casting a sinister gaze upon the cursed merfolk at the entrance of the cave.
In the depths of his depravity, he relished the thought of ensnaring the young princess, both to taunt her father and to satisfy his twisted desires. The man's demeanor exuded a chilling mix of cruelty and madness, promising nothing but darkness and despair for those caught in his snare.
Days after your encounter with the prince, you found yourself lying on your bed, a blissful smile gracing your face. Thoughts of the prince consumed your mind—, His beautiful smile, the way he held your hand, the twinkle of his mismatched eyes in the sunlight, and the way his laughter filled you with butterflies—it was all you could think about. Lost in your thoughts, you were pulled back to reality when your sister, Yosano, called for you.
"[Name]! Come out, you've been there all morning," Yosano called out impatiently, assuming you had once again snuck away.
Emerging from behind the curtain, you swam out with a contented smile still playing on your lips. Ignoring Yosano's shocked expression, you swam past her and settled next to Ranpo, glancing at your reflection in the mirror as you gently smoothed your hair, still humming a sweet tune.
Higuchi and Ranpo exchanged glances, then turned to Yosano, silently seeking an explanation. Taken aback, she replied to their unspoken question, her astonishment mirroring theirs. Once again, their eyes shifted to you, observing your actions as you fixed your hair, plucked a flower from a coral, and inhaled its fragrance. You playfully toyed with its petals while swimming away from the mirror, making you accidentally bump into your father.
"Morning, Dad," you greeted him cheerfully, placing the flower in his hair. With a final smile, you left the room, your lovesick aura still intact as you resumed humming.
"Oh, she's got it bad," Ranpo grimaced, watching you disappear from the room, aware of the reason behind your lovesickness.
"What? What's going on?" Fukuzawa asked, his gaze shifting from his son to the space where you had departed.
"Isn't it obvious?" Higuchi smiled, her eyes following your path. She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy, she couldn't help but wish it were her instead.
"I must say! The girl is swimming in circles, chasing around her tail! [Name] is clearly in love!" Yosano chimed in, smirking as she adjusted the butterfly pin on her head. She wondered who had captured your heart.
"[Name]? In love?" Fukuzawa's disbelief was evident. Out of all his children, you seemed the least likely to fall for someone else. He removed the flower from his hair, smiling softly.
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You swam gracefully through the crystal-clear waters, the shimmering sunlight dancing on your fins as you ventured deeper. Sigma followed close behind, his fins twitching. Finding a comfortable rock near a vibrant coral reef adorned with a myriad of blooming flowers, you settled yourself down. Gently, you plucked a delicate blossom, savoring the soft caress of its petals against your fingertips, your infectious grin never wavered, displaying your joy.
Sigma swam back and forth beside you, his fins twitching with anxiety. His voice carried a hint of concern as he spoke, "Okay, so far, I don't think the King knows."
"But keeping something like this a secret won't be easy for long," Sigma remarked, spitting out a stray petal that had found its way into his mouth. He shot you an annoyed glare, clearly displeased.Meanwhile, you propped yourself up on your elbows, enjoying the view above Sigma. You playfully tucked a pink flower behind your ear, and your smile remained unwavering.
"He loves me," you whispered, gently caressing the petals of the flower in your hand. You plucked another petal, a mischievous glint in your eyes.
"Hmm, he loves me not," you scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully. Annoyance tinged your tail's movements, but as you picked the last petal, realization washed over you.
"He loves me!" you giggled, cradling the petal against your chest. Kicking your tail playfully, you turned over, lying on your back with an ear-to-ear grin. "I knew it!"
"[Name], stop talking crazy!" Sigma lectured, swimming towards your side, concern etched on his face as he rested his hands on his waist.
"I gotta see him again, Tonight! Dazai knows where he lives." You got up and started to swim away but Sigma grabbed your tail fin.
"Princess, please!" Sigma pleaded, swimming along with you, attempting to stop your impulsive rambling. "Will you get your head out of the clouds and back in the water where it belongs?"
"I'll swim up to his castle, and then Atsushi will splash around to get his attention, then we'll go-" you excitedly continued, completely ignoring Sigma's advice
"Down here is your home!" Sigma groaned in frustration, positioning himself in front of you, determined to bring you back to reality.
"[Name], listen to me, The human world, it's a mess, life under the seaIs better than anything they got up there," Sigma implored, a reassuring smile on his face as he gently guided you to sit back down on the enchanting reef. As you settled comfortably on the rock, he positioned himself in front of you, making sure to maintain eye contact, his concern mixed with genuine affection.
"The seaweed is always greener, in somebody else's lake," Sigma sang, his voice resonating through the underwater depths. As he looked around, he noticed that your attention wasn't focused on him, determined to captivate you, he gracefully swam towards you, his movements fluid and mesmerizing. With gentle precision, his fingers delicately caught your chin, directing your gaze toward him.
"You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake," Sigma said, his expression filled with concern. Yet, in response to his seriousness, you couldn't help but smirk ever so slightly, intrigued by his words.
"Just look at the world around you, right here on the ocean floor," Sigma encouraged, his voice filled with conviction. In a graceful motion, he took hold of your hand, twirling you in a joyous dance beneath the waves.
"Such wonderful things surround you. What more is you lookin' for?" Sigma sang, his eyes fixed on you, his voice brimming with joy. At that moment, as if responding to the magic of the ocean, a couple of fish appeared, swirling gracefully around the two of you. Their vibrant colors and playful antics brought joy to your heart, and you couldn't help but giggle as one of the fish playfully planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.
"Under the sea, under the sea," Sigma exclaimed as he deftly gathered his two-toned hair and expertly tied it into a neat bun. With his preparations complete, he began gracefully swimming around you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Darling, it's better, down where it's wetter. Take it from me," Sigma sang, his grin widening as he took your hand and guided you towards his magnificent casino. As you swam together, the vibrant corals painted a mesmerizing tapestry around you, captivating your senses. But it was the sight of the grand casino logo that truly caught your attention.
"Up on the shore, they work all day, Out in the sun they slave away," Sigma dramatized, playfully draping an arm across his face. You couldn't help but chuckle, appreciating his theatrical flair. Sigma glanced back at you, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.
"While we devotin', Full time to floatin' Under the sea," Sigma sang, his voice filled with joyous melodies. Together, you ventured inside the casino, mesmerized by the kaleidoscope of colors that adorned the interior. Merfolk patrons, immersed in the thrill of games, lined the area, while a lively band played on the stage. Sigma swam towards the stage, where a spirited ginger merman skillfully played the drums—Tachihara.
"Down here all the fish is happy, As off through the waves they roll," Sigma sang in harmony with Tachihara's rhythmic beats. As you watched their performance, captivated by the infectious energy, you noticed a playful dolphin gracefully swimming in elegant circles around the perimeter of the casino.
"The fish on the land ain't happy, They sad 'cause they in their bowl," Sigma mused with a hint of mock sympathy, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. Tachihara's grin widened, the camaraderie between them evident as they continued to sing and play.
"But fish in the bowl is lucky, They in for a worser fate," Sigma sang, his voice carrying a touch of irony. With a playful twinkle in his eyes, he swam towards you, gently guiding you to a chair before darting back to the stage. As you settled into your seat, your gaze wandered around the casino, and a smirk tugged at your lips when you noticed a merman losing a bet, his crestfallen expression momentarily amusing you.
"One day when the boss get hungry, Guess who's gon' be on the plate?" Tachihara and Sigma sang in perfect harmony, their voices blending seamlessly. The infectious rhythm and energy of the song ignited a wave of excitement, causing the merfolk in the vicinity to join in, swaying and dancing to the beat.
"Oh, no, under the sea, under the sea," Sigma continued, his grin playful and contagious as he swam in playful circles around Tachihara. Their synchronized movements and lively energy filled the space, causing their fins to twitch with joy.
"Nobody beat us, Fry us and eat us,In fricassee," Sigma declared, his words filled with confidence. As you reveled in the enchanting atmosphere, your attention turned to a cluster of colorful flowers nearby. Tenderly, you reached out to caress one of them, only to discover that it was not a mere bloom but a delightful seahorse. Surprise flashed across your face, and at that moment, more seahorses emerged, swimming in playful circles around you, eliciting joyous giggles from your lips.
"We're what the land folks love to cook, But under the sea, we're off the hook," Sigma sang with infectious enthusiasm, his voice brimming with energy as he danced to the lively beat. However, his joy was momentarily interrupted when his tail became entangled in a net. He shot a disgusted glance at it before skillfully freeing himself and casting the net aside.
"Here, we've got no troubles, life is just bubbles, under the sea," Sigma sang with a radiant smile, his voice resonating with pure joy. The infectious energy of the music drew more merfolk and fish to the stage, creating a vibrant gathering of singing and dancing. Sigma gracefully swam back to the stage, joining the spirited performance with his mesmerizing presence.
"Since life is so sweet here, we've got the beat here, naturally," Sigma continued to sing, his voice infused with a sense of bliss. As you watched him dance to the rhythm, a gentle smile tugged at your lips, realizing that you had never seen him so genuinely carefree and immersed in the moment.
"Even the sturgeon and the ray, they feel the urge and join the play," Sigma sang, his eyes scanning the crowd as he noticed that the majority of merfolk had succumbed to the infectious rhythm, surrendering themselves to the pure delight of the music. Among them, you recognized Tecchou and Teruko, skillfully playing their respective instruments—a flute and a harp. Their melodies blended seamlessly with Sigma's voice, creating a magical harmony that resonated throughout the Casino's haven.
"We've got the spirit, you've got to hear it," Sigma exclaimed with boundless energy, his body still moving in sync with the lively rhythm. Atsushi unexpectedly emerged from the crowd, a smile illuminating his face as he gracefully weaved through the singing fish. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto you, and a mischievous glimmer sparked in his eyes as he quickened his pace. Skillfully navigating through the sea of merfolk, he attempted to maintain a semblance of discretion.
However, his attempts to be inconspicuous were short-lived, as a playful string unexpectedly snared him, entangling him in a dance with the fish who had captured him. Atsushi squirmed and wriggled, determined to break free from their impromptu hold. With a burst of agility, he skillfully maneuvered himself out of the rope's clutches, a triumphant grin on his face. With a whisper that only you could hear, he beckoned you to follow him, and you both silently slipped away, leaving Sigma unaware of your departure.
"Under the sea," Sigma began singing once more, turning around to search for you, only to find that you were no longer by his side. A sigh escaped his lips, a hint of disappointment mingled with his annoyance.
"Somebody's got to nail her tail to the ground," Sigma grumbled, a touch of annoyance coloring his voice. Determined to ensure the satisfaction of his customers, he left the stage behind, venturing into the casino to offer his assistance. However, before he could attend to any concerns, a small seahorse swiftly swam toward him.
"Your Highness! Your Highness!" A tiny seahorse called out, urgently seeking Sigma's attention. Startled, Sigma turned his focus to the seahorse, concern etching his features.
"Whoa, hey, what's the matter?" Sigma inquired, his voice filled with genuine worry, while the seahorse took a moment to catch its breath after its swift swim.
"I've been searching high and low for you. I bear an urgent message from the king. He insists on seeing you immediately! It's regarding [Name]," the seahorse relayed, its words laced with a sense of urgency. Without wasting another moment, the seahorse swiftly darted away, leaving Sigma to grapple with a growing sense of apprehension.
"He knows," Sigma muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, a gasp escaping his lips. Panic washed over him, evident in his wide eyes and the furrowed lines on his forehead.
"Hey, let's see now. Oh, who could the lucky mermaid or merman be?" Fukuzawa's infectious laughter filled the air as he playfully twirled a vibrant flower in his hands. With a composed demeanor, he straightened himself upon noticing Sigma's arrival at the doorway.
"Come in, Sigma," Fukuzawa beckoned, his smile ever-present. The merman took a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing thoughts, before stepping forward to stand before the regal throne.
"I mustn't overreact. I must remain calm," Sigma whispered to himself, trying to find solace in his own words. He took a deep breath, attempting to steady his trembling fins, and responded to Fukuzawa in a voice that betrayed his inner turmoil.
"Yes?" Sigma's voice wavered, the sound escaping in a squeaky tone that revealed his unease. His face flushed, caught between anxiety and embarrassment, as he addressed the regal presence before him. "Yes, Your Majesty?"
"Sigma, I'm concerned about [Name]," Fukuzawa voiced his worries, unaware of the hidden turmoil within Sigma. "She's been daydreaming, humming to herself... Surely you've noticed, hmm?"
"Oh, well, I—" Sigma began, his words faltering and his fins trembling involuntarily. He strained to maintain his posture and replied with a shaky voice, trying to regain control.
"Sigma," Fukuzawa's voice called him back to attention, his gaze now fixed on the uneasy merman.
"Your Highness?" Sigma replied, his voice barely above a whisper, betraying his turmoil.
"I know you've been keeping something from me," Fukuzawa stated, motioning for Sigma to come closer. Nervously, Sigma ascended the steps and positioned himself in front of the majestic throne.
"Keeping something?" Sigma mumbled, a forced, nervous grin plastered across his face as he willed his trembling tail to still. The strain of his anxiety threatened to consume him, like an impending tidal wave crashing against his resolve.
"About [Name]?" Fukuzawa pressed his smile both knowing and playful. His trident pointed toward Sigma in a teasing manner.
"[Name?]" Sigma uttered hesitantly, his anxiety mounting. He maintained the façade of a smile, but his insides churned with apprehension.
"In love?" Fukuzawa pressed, his smile both knowing and playful. His trident pointed toward Sigma in a teasing manner.
"I... I tried to stop her, sir!" Sigma blurted out, his words tumbling forth in a rush of nerves. He desperately clung to the armrest of the throne, seeking support amid the mounting pressure. "She wouldn't listen! I told her to stay away from humans! They are bad! They are trouble! They—"
"Humans?" Fukuzawa interjected, his voice filled with an unexpected intensity. Rising from his throne, he glared at Sigma, a mix of anger and concern surfacing in his features. "What about humans?"
"Humans?" Sigma chuckled nervously, his words faltering as he instinctively began to retreat, his voice laced with a nervous ramble. "Who said anything about humans?"
And in that instant, Sigma realized he had made a grave mistake—one that would have extreme consequences.
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"Can't you just tell me, Atsushi...?" you asked softly, a slight frown creasing your forehead. Curiosity piqued within you, longing to discover what awaited inside the grotto.
"It's a surprise!" Atsushi beamed, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked at you. Leading the way, he guided you to the entrance of the grotto, anticipation building with each step.
"Well, now close your eyes!" Atsushi declared, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. With a resigned sigh, you complied, though an urge to peek tempted you. Atsushi, sensing your intent, quickly covered your eyes with his hand, ensuring the surprise remained intact. Together, you ventured further into the cave, the sound of the rock sliding back into place echoing faintly behind you, signaling your arrival at the designated spot.
"Okay, open them!" Atsushi exclaimed, standing before you. Eagerly complying, you slowly unveiled your eyes, and as the delicate beam of light from above illuminated the cave, your eyes widened with surprise. There, right in front of you, was the statue of Chuuya—the very statue salvaged from the wreckage of the ship that fateful night. Nearly true to size, it captured Chuuya's essence, portraying him as the embodiment of determination and heroism, though his signature smile was absent.
"Atsushi, you're the best!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your joy. A bright smile adorned your face as you enveloped your friend in a heartfelt hug, grateful for the gesture.Drawing closer to the statue, you reached out, your hand gently cupping Chuuya's concrete cheek, feeling the coolness of the material beneath your touch. Though his pose may have been exaggerated and his hair fixed somewhat uncomfortably, there was an undeniable beauty in the way the statue portrayed Chuuya.
"Why, Chuuya, run away with you?" you giggled playfully, your voice echoing through the cavern. You leaned your head on the statue's shoulder, a gesture filled with whimsy. "Oh, this is all so, so sudden,"
"Don't you think you're getting a bit...you know...worked up?" Atsushi interjected, his face contorting into a slight grimace. He observed you closely, concern etched across his features until he sensed a presence looming behind him.
"Can you blame me? He is perfect," you replied dreamily, completely absorbed in admiring the statue of Chuuya. Caught up in the moment, you twirled around with laughter, momentarily forgetting your surroundings. But as your gaze shifted, a sudden change in your expression signaled a shift in the atmosphere. Your laughter faded as you locked eyes with your father, standing sternly in the shadows, a disapproving glare fixed upon you. Atsushi instinctively swam to your side, sensing the tension in the air. Meanwhile, Sigma lingered behind your father, unable to face you.
"Father?" you called out, your voice laced with a mixture of shock and fear, as the weight of his disapproving presence settled upon you.
"I consider myself to be a reasonable king," Fukuzawa spoke in a low, chilling tone that sent shivers down your spine. Instinctively, you unconsciously swam back a bit, a reflexive response to the intensity in his voice. "I set certain rules, and I expect those rules to be obeyed."
"But—" you pleaded, desperation seeping into your voice, only to be swiftly silenced.
"Is it true you rescued a Prince from drowning? A human Prince!" Fukuzawa's voice dripped with fury as he swam towards you, his anger palpable."Dad, I had to—" you exclaimed, attempting to reason with him, but your father's icy glare silenced you.
"Contact between two species is strictly forbidden! You know that! Everyone knows that!" Fukuzawa's tone turned cold, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with you.
"He would have died!" you chided incredulously, your voice filled with disbelief. The shock settled in, realizing that your own father, the protector of all merfolk, expected you to let someone die in such a cruel manner.
"One less human to worry about!" Fukuzawa spat, his words seething with anger as he glared at you.
"I'm sorry that I don't want to be a murderer like you," you sneered, your voice laden with anger and contempt. Atsushi and Sigma looked on in shock as the words escaped your lips, taken aback by the sudden shift in your demeanor. Defiantly, you approached your father, unflinchingly meeting his fury with a cold glare of your own as you continued, "Do you think I don't know about all the atrocities your guards were sent to commit? You try to protect me and hide your past, but you keep making the same mistakes."
"And besides, you don't even know him!" you yelled, your anger seething. Huffs of frustration punctuated your words as you maintained a fierce gaze, refusing to back down. Atsushi and Sigma stood in stunned silence, their eyes widening in disbelief as you unleashed your pent-up frustration.
"Know him?! All humans are equal! They are born to destroy! They're incapable of any feeling!" Fukuzawa's voice thundered with anger, his glare intense as he shouted. The force of his words reverberated through the chamber, a display of his growing fury.
"Father, I love him!" you yelled back, your anger matching his intensity as you locked eyes with him. But as the words left your lips, a shockwave of realization rippled through you, the weight of your admission hitting you with full force.
"Have you lost your mind?! He's a human! You're a mermaid!" Fukuzawa's disbelief resonated in his voice, his gaze fixed upon you, searching for any sign of reason.
"Guess what? I don't care," you stated firmly, your anger burning bright as you held your head high, facing your father.
"So help me, [Name]! I am going to get through to you," the king declared, his voice laced with frustration and determination. Raising his trident, the weapon shimmered brightly in his grip as he pointed it toward a nearby globe. With a surge of power, the globe shattered into countless pieces, scattered by the force unleashed by his trident.
"NO!" you screamed at your father, the anguish of your voice echoing through the chamber. Atsushi swiftly moved to your side, wrapping his arms around you, offering solace as tears finally spilled from your eyes, uncontrollable and full of pain.
Fukuzawa continued to wield his trident, his wrath unrelenting. Pointing it in another direction, he unleashed bolts of power, obliterating more of the treasures you had accumulated throughout the years—The artifacts, accumulated throughout your lifetime, shattered into fragments or melted away, losing their form and essence.
"Dad, please!" you implored, your voice cracking with desperation, but your father remained silent, relentless in his assault on your cherished belongings. The bolts of energy continued to rain down upon your treasures. Sigma watched in terror at the destruction, while Atsushi, his face filled with concern, struggled to hold you tightly in his arms.
"Dad, please! Don't!" you yelled with desperation, breaking free from Atsushi's grasp. You swam frantically, attempting to reach your father, desperately trying to stop his arms as they pointed the trident towards the statue of Chuuya. The bolt of energy hit its mark directly causing the statue to crumble from within, reduced to a mere cloud of dust and tiny, crumbly pieces that floated aimlessly through the cove.
Staring at the remnants of the statue, you swam towards it, your eyes fixated on the spot where it once stood. It was a symbol of your deepest longings, now shattered and lost in an instant. Overwhelmed with grief, you fell to the ground, crying, your palms tightly covering your eyes as sobs wracked through your throat.
Fukuzawa extended a hand towards you, his expression softening, but he stopped himself mid-air and walked away. Sigma observed Fukuzawa's departure, then turned his attention back to you, swimming closer with a guilt-ridden look on his face.
"[Name], I—" Sigma began softly, his voice filled with remorse, but before he could say more, you interjected with a venomous tone.
"Just go away!" you gritted through your teeth, your anger seething as you rushed out your words, your face still hidden deep within the palms of your hands. You knew that if you looked up, you would unleash your frustrations on Sigma, screaming in fury, your tail flicked with disdain.
Sigma winced visibly, his arm lowering from its intended reach towards you. He glanced briefly at Atsushi, who appeared conflicted but understood that overwhelming you with his presence at that moment would only worsen things. Slowly, Sigma swam out of the cave, with Atsushi following closely behind, leaving you to confront your emotions on your own.
As you continued to sob at the bottom of your grotto, believing yourself to be alone, a pair of eyes stared intently at your form. They had been waiting for this moment, knowing it was their chance to intervene. Slowly emerging from hiding, the two merman swam in circles around you, their presence palpable.
"Poor child," one of the mermen sneered, casting a disdainful gaze upon you, while his companion nodded in feigned sympathy.
"Poor sweet thing," the white-haired merman cooed deceptively, his voice laced with faux concern. His cold red eyes bore into you as he circled, his intent unmistakable.
"She has a very serious issue..." the jet-black-haired one remarked, his gaze still fixed upon you, his smirk betraying a sense of amusement. The two of them continued their circling, an air of mischief surrounding them.
"If only there was something we could do..." the white-haired merman spoke again, his tone dripping with insincere sadness, his eyes fixed on you, analyzing your reaction. He then positioned himself closer to his eel-like companion, their presence becoming more imposing.
"But there is something..." the jet-black merman chimed in gleefully, his yellow eyes twinkling mischievously. He shot a knowing glance at his companion, a wide grin etched upon his face.
"Who... Who are you two?" you demanded, your anger simmering as you furrowed your brow, your guard firmly in place.
"Do not be frightened..." Shibusawa smiled sweetly, his red eyes piercing as he stood in front of you, his gaze unwavering. Meanwhile, Mushitarou slithered around you like a cat, sneering in a taunting manner.
"We represent someone who can help you," Mushitarou smiled, his voice layered with sinister undertones. Annoyed by his intrusion, you glared back, your patience wearing thin, you watched as he left to rejoin Shibusawa, his tail lifting your chin in a mocking gesture.
"Someone who can make all your dreams come true. Just imagine it—a reunion with your prince," they said in unison, their smiles widening as they spoke.
"I don't get it," you said, a mix of confusion and intrigue crossing your features, the idea of someone offering a solution to your heart's desires captivating your attention.
"Fyodor possesses great powers," Shibusawa revealed, a dark chuckle escaping him as he flashed a sinister grin, drawing closer to your face, his eyes locked with yours.
"The sea demon...?" you asked, anxiety creeping into your voice as you regarded both of them. "I couldn't..."
You contemplated the offer presented to you, grappling with a surge of desperation that you had never experienced before. The thought of being with Chuuya without the constant worry of the demon's tricks enticed you, even if only for a fleeting moment.
"No. Get out of here. Leave me alone!" you declared, your eyes narrowed in defiance as you turned away from them, determined to resist their tempting offer.
"Very well then... it was merely a suggestion..." Shibusawa's voice trailed off as he swam away, a smug smile adorning his face. Mushitarou followed suit, his expression one of disdain.
Yet, as you gazed upon the stone profile of Chuuya, your heart shattered. Deep within, you contemplated the risks, the dangers, and the price you might pay for just a fleeting moment with Chuuya. Even if it meant sacrificing your own well-being, your desperate longing compelled you.
"Wait!" you yelled out, your voice filled with uncertainty and a hint of desperation.
"Yes...?" Shibusawa responded, his voice taking on a menacing tone, a dark grin spreading across his face as he addressed you, relishing in the opportunity that had presented itself.
"Guide me to him," you firmly ordered, your gaze unwavering as you looked at both Shibusawa and Mushitarou.
"Then follow me, Your Highness," Shibusawa responded with a sickly sweet smile, his voice laced with malice as he locked eyes with you.
Somewhere amidst the reef, Sigma and Atsushi continued to swim in circles, unaware of the unfolding events.
"I didn't mean to tell," Sigma swore, guilt evident in his voice as his tail twitched anxiously. "It was an accident!"
"I know, Sigma," Atsushi replied, sadness etched across his features as he kicked a pebble with his tail. He looked up and noticed you swimming alongside the two mermen. Locking eyes with Sigma, they shared a silent understanding before swiftly swimming toward your figure.
"[Name]!" Sigma called out, swimming closer to you. "Where are you going?!"
"I'm going to see Fyodor," you responded bluntly, your tone resolute and your frown firmly set. It was clear that you had no intention of changing your mind or heeding any objections.
"What?! [Name], no! Fyodor is dangerous, he's a demon!" Sigma exclaimed, worry etched across his features as he tried to reach out to you. However, you shot him a glare that spoke volumes, silently warning him not to interfere.
"Why don't you go tell my father?" you retorted sharply, your gaze lingering on Sigma for a moment before you turned away, resolute in your decision. "You're good at that."
Sigma and Atsushi exchanged helpless glances as they watched you swim away, their expressions a mixture of concern and frustration. They had tried to reason with you, to protect you from the dangers that awaited, but their words seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Sensing the urgency of the situation, Sigma gestured for Atsushi to follow him, silently communicating their shared determination to keep you safe.
The merman, Shibusawa, led you deeper into the dark and foreboding depths of the sea bottom. The once vibrant surroundings gave way to an eerie and desolate landscape, where random spirals of lilac smoke erupted from the ground. Sigma and Atsushi followed cautiously, maintaining a distance but remaining determined to protect you.
As you approached the entrance of what appeared to be a cave, a wave of hesitation washed over you. The cave bore a disfigured creature's shape, its open mouth adorned with menacing fangs and teeth, as if ready to snatch away anyone foolish enough to venture inside.
"Come this way," Shibusawa beckoned sweetly, his voice laced with that same sinister smirk that sent chills down your spine.
Swallowing hard, you mustered your courage and followed them into the depths of the tunnel. Inside, the walls were adorned with thousands of small, rotten-looking creatures, their twisted bodies reaching out towards you in a tormenting manner. Their crooked heads, with big sad yellow eyes that seemed burdened with knowledge, emitted haunting wails that echoed throughout the cavern. It was an eerie sight that made your skin crawl.
Suddenly, one of the creatures grabbed onto your arm, its grip surprisingly strong. Panic welled up within you as you fought desperately to free yourself from its grasp, the struggle intensifying with each passing moment.
"Come in, child. It's rude to linger in doorways, you know?" a voice echoed from within the cave, its tone laced with a hauntingly alluring melody. Once you managed to break free from the creature's grasp, you cautiously proceeded further, your gaze sweeping the surroundings. Finally, you caught sight of a figure seated on a throne made of bones, his eyes glowing with an eerie purple hue, fixed intently upon you
"One might question your upbringing," the man said, still looking down at you from his imposing throne. With graceful movements, his tentacles, colored in an eerie blend of black and purple, aided him as he swam toward you. A slight smirk adorned his face, and you couldn't help but notice the cross pendant hanging around his neck as he stood before you.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, your majesty," he said with a charming smile, reaching out to take your chin, displaying a self-assured demeanor.
"You must be the sea demon, right?" you asked hesitantly, managing to free yourself from Fyodor's grip with a quick and subtle movement. You tried to maintain a straight face, concealing your nervousness.
"It seems that my fame runs across the ocean," Fyodor chuckled amusedly, his gaze never wavering from your form as he circled you, attempting to get a better look. Stopping behind you, he continued, "Yes, that's me. I believe you already know my name."
"But enough with the introductions, let's cut to the chase," Fyodor said, his voice smooth as silk. He tightened his grip on you with one of his tentacles, pulling you closer to his face.
"You're here because you have a thing for a human, a prince no less. Not that I blame you," Fyodor chuckled amusedly, his purple eyes gleaming with malevolence. He grabbed your cheeks with his hand, whispering to you in a voice heavy with an accent, "He's quite the catch, my dear. If I were you, I wouldn't want to miss this proposition that I have."
"And what proposition do you speak of? They say I have to be wary of you," you retorted hastily, breaking free from his hold, trying to maintain a straight posture and serious demeanor, though a light blush adorned your cheek at the mention of Chuuya.
"Who says that? Your father? You know that the only thing he does is lie to you, didn't you notice?" Fyodor's tone dripped with insincere amusement as he taunted you. In the corner of his eye, he noticed your widened eyes and saddened expression, which only seemed to amuse him further.
"And I propose to make you human," Fyodor continued, his voice oozing with a sinister charm. "After all, I'm the only one who can grant you that transformation."
"Can you do that?" You asked, scoffing while maintaining a suspicious glare at him. Fyodor responded with an amused laugh, looking at you like a predator would eye its prey.
"My dear, Precious Shell, that's what I do. Otherwise, my fame wouldn't be that of a Demon," Fyodor said with a sneer, his purple eyes gleaming with mischief. His purplish tentacles wrapped around your arms, pulling you closer to him, enveloping you in his presence.
"I admit that in the past I've been nasty," Fyodor remarked with an amused glint in his eyes, his gaze locked onto your scowl. Shibusawa and Mushitarou lingered behind Fyodor, both wearing mischievous grins. He shifted his attention to them momentarily before resuming, "They weren't kidding when they called me kinda strange."
"But you'll find that nowadays, I've mended all my ways," Fyodor declared, a sneer tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned in closer to your face. Mushitarou's laughter at his words earned him a sharp glare from Shibusawa.
"Repented, seen the light, and made a change," Fyodor chuckled softly, his amusement evident as he drew you nearer to him, causing your muscles to tense involuntarily.
"And I fortunately know a little secret. It's a talent that I've always possessed," Fyodor whispered with his hand playfully concealing his mouth, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic edge as his grin widened. Your response was a defiant glare that matched his intense gaze.
"And dear lady, please don't laugh, I use it on behalf," Fyodor's voice took on a dark undertone as he abruptly released his grip on you. He strode towards a nearby cauldron adorned with paintings of various merfolk. With deliberate movements, he dipped his fingers in black ink and began to sketch on the wall. You watched him, perplexed and uneasy.
"Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed" Fyodor's tone oozed with sarcasm as he glanced back at you. Stepping aside from the painting, he provided a clear view of what he had drawn. To your dismay, the artwork depicted you with an expression of profound misery. His purplish tentacles rested languidly on the cauldron's rim, and his grin was equal parts eerie and mocking.
"Pathetic," Mushitarou and Shibusawa whispered to you, their voices carrying a sadistic gleam that matched the wickedness in their eyes. You felt disturbed by the drawing, your unease evident, while Fyodor's laughter filled the air in response.
"Poor unfortunate souls, in pain, in need," Fyodor's voice took on a dramatic, raspy quality as he spoke. The cauldron before him exploded in a burst of mystical energy, materializing two of his drawings into life. One depicted a sorrowful merman, the other a melancholic mermaid.
"This one's longing to be thinner," Fyodor pointed out, his gaze directed at the mermaid with an empty expression on her face. Shifting his attention, he indicated the merman, who wore an expression of lovesickness. Fyodor continued with a sinister edge, "That one wants to get the girl."
"And do I help them? Yes, indeed!" Fyodor's grin widened as he spoke. With a flourish of his hand, he granted the mermaid a transformed appearance, while the merman's features grew handsome and captivating. The two figures locked eyes, their happiness palpable as they were finally reunited. Yet, the merman's expression twisted into a maniacal smile, he seized a knife and brutally ended the mermaid's life.
"Those poor unfortunate souls, so sad, so true," Fyodor's voice resonated, his gaze locked onto your horrified expression. In a sudden motion, one of his tentacles snaked out and grabbed you, causing you to startle and let out a yelp.
"They come flocking to me, crying, 'Will you help us, pretty please?'" Fyodor's tone was eerie as he circled you, his movements reminiscent of a predator closing in on its prey. Despite being held by his tentacle, you felt an unsettling shiver run down your spine.
"And I help them! Yes, I do!" Fyodor's grin widened, his fingers pressing into your shoulders as he forcefully guided you to a corner of the room. As your back met the wall, you couldn't help but notice the once-blank walls now adorned with handprints and twisted shadows, each with a disfigured smile. Your expression fell, a mixture of fear and realization flooding your senses.
"Now, it's happened once or twice, someone couldn't pay the price," Fyodor's words rang out as he plucked a skull from a shelf, holding it aloft while casting a look of faint disgust upon it.
"And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals," Fyodor's voice dripped with a malevolent amusement, his words laced with a sinister edge. Your gaze shifted around your surroundings, taking in the grim tableau that surrounded you. Souls and handprints adorned the walls, painted in foreboding black, each visage etched with an aura of unending misery. Your discomfort grew with every glance.
"Yes, I've had the odd complaint, but on the whole, I've been a saint," Fyodor's tone adopted a falsely sympathetic note, his words laden with insincerity. The skull he'd held was discarded, and with a predatory grin, he swam closer to you.
"To those poor unfortunate souls," Fyodor's amusement was evident as he spoke. Without warning, his tentacles coiled around you once more, their grip unyielding as he dragged you towards the looming cauldron.
"So here's the deal: I'll whip up a little potion to make you human for three days. Got that? Three days," Fyodor's voice held a calculating edge, his words carrying an air of unnerving certainty. The tentacles that held you seemed to tighten slightly, adding to your discomfort.
"Now listen, this is important: before the sun sets on the third day, you've got to get ol' princey to fall in love with you," Fyodor's smirk seemed to stretch wider, his eyes gleaming with mischief that sent a shiver down your spine. You shifted uneasily, feeling the weight of his gaze like a physical touch, you couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that you were merely a pawn in his grand game.
"That is, he's got to kiss you; not just any kiss, this kiss of True Love. If he does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day, you'll remain human permanently!" Fyodor's laughter echoed around you, and his glance held a glint of mischief. Your thoughts whirred, a blend of discomfort and contemplation clouding your expression.
"But, if he doesn't, you turn back into a mermaid, and you'll belong to me" Fyodor's tone took a chilling turn, his cold glare accompanied by a sadistic smile that sent a shiver down your spine. Dread pooled in the pit of your stomach as his statement sent a shiver down your spine. The unease within you deepened as you grappled with the gravity of his words.
"Well, my dear, it's only fair that I disclose one more detail," Fyodor's voice took on a sinister undertone, his amusement still lingering as he focused on you.
"I'm going to take something precious from you, your siren voice," he continued, his tone dripping with cold satisfaction. As his words settled in the air, his gaze flicked to the cross pendant hanging around his neck.
"But don't fret. I'll keep it safe," Fyodor's grin twisted into something that bordered on eerie reassurance. His tentacles swirled as if in a macabre dance, and his purple eyes held an unsettling glint as he contemplated the course of events that were about to unfold.
"We got a deal?" Fyodor's words dripped with amusement as he observed your pensive expression. His tentacles rested against the cauldron's edge, the glint of malevolence in his purple eyes was hard to ignore.
"I... I don't know," you stammered hesitantly, uncertainty tainting your words. Fyodor's chuckle, though small, seemed to reverberate within the air, his gaze still fixed upon you as he released his grip, allowing you a moment to process the weight of the decision before you.
"Life's full of tough choices, in'it?" Fyodor quipped, his tone infused with a certain dark amusement as he watched your inner struggle unfold before him.
"No, this is wrong. I can't do this," you finally uttered, your realization hitting you like a tidal wave. The gravity of what you were about to embark on sank in, and it clashed violently with your morals and values. In that moment, a surge of courage fueled your actions, propelling you to swim away from Fyodor.
"Fine then, forget about the world above. Go back home to daddy and never leave again," Fyodor's words dripped with a sneer, his tone laced with disdain. The barbed comment made you come to a halt in your tracks, the memory of chuuya and your father's actions rushing back to the forefront of your mind. You turned back to face Fyodor, conflicted emotions swirling within you.
"But even if I accept, without my voice, how can I—" you started, your words tinged with a blend of uncertainty and anxiety. Your gaze met Fyodor's, and your tail swished restlessly in the water, mirroring the unease that coursed through your being. The prospect of the sacrifice you were about to make weighed heavily on your mind, overshadowing the hope that flickered within you.
"Everything will be fine, my dear shell. You are a mermaid, a being of inhuman beauty and seductive presence. You don't have to say anything," Fyodor's voice, dripping with a blend of assurance and manipulation, sought to sway your doubts. He spoke of your allure as a mermaid, attempting to diminish the importance of your voice in the human world. You bristled at the condescension, unable to shake off the feeling that you were being trapped in his web of manipulation.
"Besides, the men up there don't like a lot of blabber," Fyodor interjected with an enigmatic smile, cutting off your train of thought. The dismissal of your voice and its significance stung, and you felt a mixture of frustration and indignation.
"They think a girl who gossips is a bore!" Fyodor's amusement was evident as he continued, his words playing on your hurt expression. The irony of his statement wasn't lost on you, the manipulation of your perception becoming clearer with each passing moment.
"Yes, on land, it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word," Fyodor's voice carried a sense of calculated charm, a persuasive attempt to guide your perspective. His enigmatic smile persisted, masking his true intentions behind a veneer of authority.
"And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?" Fyodor's words, delivered with a twisted sort of wisdom, seemed to coax you into questioning the value of your voice. The weight of his manipulation was tangible in the water around you, a current of influence attempting to sweep away your convictions. Yet, even as doubt crept in, you found yourself reflecting on the meaningful connections you had forged with individuals who appreciated the authenticity of your words.
"They're not all that impressed with conversation," Fyodor's words continued to weave their spell, his tone dripping with a deceptive allure that aimed to weaken your resolve. His enigmatic smile held an unsettling power, as if he was manipulating not just your thoughts, but the very fabric of reality around you.
"True gentlemen avoid it when they can," Fyodor's assertion seemed like a carefully constructed narrative, a seductive distortion of truth that sought to undermine the value of communication itself. Yet, the threads of truth were interwoven with his lies. You recalled the times when words were empty, when conversations held no depth, and you realized that not all interactions were genuine or valuable.
"But they dote and swoon and fawn On ladies who withdraw," Fyodor's words dripped with a mixture of mockery and disdain, his sneer conveying his distorted view of the world above. His tentacles once again coiled around you, their grip tight and unyielding. You watched warily as he dipped his hand into the black ink, a shiver coursing down your spine as you anticipated his next move.
"It's she who holds her tongue who gets a man," Fyodor's amusement rang out, his chuckle embodying the twisted satisfaction he derived from distorting reality. The ink-stained hand reached for your face, drawing an ominous X over your mouth. The gesture robbed you of your voice, silencing you in the most literal sense. A sense of powerless frustration welled within you, your glare at Fyodor a testament to the anger that churned beneath the surface.
As if his actions weren't enough, two shadowed figures emerged, winding themselves around your neck with a cruel grip that constricted your airway. The sensation of choking, both literal and metaphorical, tightened its hold on you, further amplifying your vulnerability in the face of Fyodor's manipulation.
"Poor unfortunate souls," Fyodor's voice resonated, his tone laced with a blend of triumph and malevolence. The situation had unfolded exactly as he had orchestrated, and the satisfaction gleamed in his eyes.
"Go ahead! Make your choice!" Fyodor's words carried an eerie command, his enigmatic smile growing even wider. The weight of your decision, the gravity of the sacrifice he had compelled you to consider, bore down upon you. The struggle between your desire for freedom and the overwhelming pressure of his manipulation cast a tumultuous sea of doubt within your mind.
"I'm a very busy person, and I haven't got all day," Fyodor's cold assertion hung in the water, a stark reminder of the urgency he imposed upon you. His demeanor remained calculating, his words an unspoken threat that compelled you to act on his terms. As the cauldron's magic conjured an image of Chuuya, your attention was captured by the fleeting vision. You found yourself drawn to the representation of his presence, your hands instinctively reaching out to touch the water's surface, a smile graced your lips, a reflection of the warmth that Chuuya's memory invoked within you.
"It won't cost much. Just your voice!" Fyodor's tone dropped with a sense of foreboding, his words a chilling contrast to the image of Chuuya. And in a cruel twist, the image shattered, the shards of the vision dissipating into the water, leaving you with a deep ache of loss and the stark realization of the sinister price Fyodor demanded.
"Those poor unfortunate souls, so sad, so true," Fyodor's chuckle cut through the tension, a dark amusement dancing in his eyes as he gazed at you. The weight of your situation intensified, the realization that your interactions with him were tied to your longing to see Chuuya again. It was a desperate gamble, a last resort to break free from the shackles of your father's commands.
In the shadows, Sigma caught sight of your interaction and hurriedly swam towards you, an intent to intervene etched on his face. However, before he could reach you, Shibusawa's swift action silenced him. A dagger at his throat froze Sigma in his tracks.
"Take a gulp, take a breath, go ahead, Sign the scroll, " Fyodor's taunting voice accompanied your every heartbeat, urging you forward into this pact. The weight of his manipulative words, the gravity of the choice you were about to make, settled upon your shoulders like an anchor. As if in a trance, you found yourself moving closer to the bowl of black paint and the ominous scroll.
With a steady hand, you reached for the quill and signed the scroll, the ink absorbing your agreement with a sense of finality. The implications of this act reverberated through your thoughts, a swell of uncertainty mingling with the spark of defiance that burned within you. Sigma and Atsushi watched with horrified expressions. Their eyes reflected a mixture of disbelief and concern, you lowered the quill and your signature marked the scroll.
"Mushitarou and Shibusawa, now I've got her, boys," Fyodor's triumphant declaration cut through the charged atmosphere, his voice dripping with a sense of victory as he turned to his accomplices. The sinister duo exchanged a knowing glance, a shared sense of accomplishment passing between them.
"The boss is on a roll! This poor unfortunate soul," Fyodor's triumphant words resounded with a self-satisfied grin, his gloating demeanor enveloping the space like a malevolent aura. The finality of your decision, the ink-stained contract you had signed, played directly into his hands, and he relished in the power he now held over you, he then positioned himself in front of the cauldron and burst with mystical energy, the cauldron erupted in an explosion of vibrant colors and swirling currents. causing you to flinch instinctively.
"Beluga, sevruga, come winds of the Caspian Sea," Fyodor's voice resonated with a chant that carried an eerie cadence. The air around him seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy as he extended his grip to the cauldron. As he invoked the incantation, the cauldron responded with a surge of power. An explosion of blue magic erupted from its depths, its brilliance illuminating the water around you.
"Larengix glaucitis, et max laryngitis, La voce to me," Fyodor's incantation flowed from his lips, the arcane words weaving a spell that resonated with ancient power. The very water seemed to respond, the currents shifting and swirling around him as he continued to manipulate the cauldron's magic. incantation took hold, a profound transformation occurred. The blue magic that had been circulating between you and Fyodor began to shift, its hue morphing into a vivid shade of green.
"Now, sing," Fyodor's command sliced through the water, his tone cold and demanding. The very currents seemed to still, the atmosphere charged with an electric tension as he fixed his gaze upon you. The spell he had woven, the contract you had sealed, demanded its price—one that was intricately tied to the very essence of who you were.
As you sang, your voice held a haunting beauty, the notes resonating with the emotions that had led you to this point. But with each passing moment, you felt something inexplicable happening. Your voice began to waver, its strength faltering as if it was being drawn away from you. Panic seized your chest, the realization of what was happening sending shockwaves through your senses.
"Keep singing!" Fyodor's demand was sharp, a command that compelled you forward even as you felt your voice slipping away from you. Desperation and fear swelled within you, and you put a trembling hand over your throat, your efforts to hold onto your voice proving futile. Your eyes widened in disbelief as you watched your voice, the essence of who you were, coalesce into a tangible form and move toward Fyodor, now belonged to him.
As your voice completed its journey to Fyodor, a transformation began to unfold within you. doubt crept in like a shadow, causing uncertainty to dance across your thoughts. Your tail, once a graceful extension of your being, began to split and morph, forming human legs in their place, a surge of searing pain coursed through your body, ripping a scream from your lips. Your arched back quivered as the sensation intensified, your mermaid tail igniting with an agonizing burn.
A cry tore through the water as your body convulsed in response to the excruciating transformation. Gasping, choking, your senses were overwhelmed, and your vision blurred with the turmoil of the shift. The familiar strength of your tail, the embodiment of your existence, was replaced by the searing unfamiliarity of two human legs.
Your body instinctively fought against this sudden change, and panic surged within you as your limbs flailed. Desperation drove you to attempt swimming with your new legs, but the sensation was foreign and awkward, and your efforts only seemed to drag you deeper into the water.
In your moment of struggle, Sigma and Atsushi sprang into action. Sigma's strong grip closed around your arms, his determination propelling you forward, while Atsushi positioned himself at your back, his presence urging you onward. Together, their support propelled you towards the surface, their combined efforts a lifeline in your disoriented state.
With a burst of effort, you erupted from the water's embrace, your hair splaying out in a watery arc before gravity tugged it back. The taste of air was a heady relief, even as coughs wracked your frame, water expelled from your lungs in violent bursts. The surface world stretched before you, both a new beginning and an unfamiliar challenge.
Your legs thrashed in the water as you tried to regain your bearings, your movements mirroring those of a newborn creature finding its footing. The disorientation tugged at you, leaving your body sinking slightly, but Sigma swiftly emerged from the water, extending his arms to offer you support. Clinging to him, you continued to cough, your throat burning from the water's intrusion.
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Sigma and Atsushi were both panting, the exertion of their efforts evident in their labored breaths. Your body drained from the transformation and the struggle that followed, lay on a sun-soaked rock, your hair cascading like a curtain in front of your face. Weariness clung to you, your energy spent from the ordeal that had brought you to this new reality.
Gingerly brushing your hair away from your face, the fatigue momentarily taking a backseat to curiosity, you were met with an astonishing sight. Before you lay a pair of legs, an appendage you had only dreamed of possessing. Tentatively, you lifted one of the legs, wiggling your toes experimentally in the water. The surprise in your gaze mingled with the lingering exhaustion, but as the reality of the transformation settled in, a radiant smile bloomed on your lips.
As you explored the sensations of your legs, a voice, both familiar and teasing, cut through the air. Turning your head, your gaze met the figure of Dazai, who had arrived on the scene. His arrival was punctuated by his signature irreverence.
"Oh, look what the catfish dragged in! You look different," Dazai's playful quip rang out, his eyes dancing with mischief as he observed your transformed state. Your smile widened at the sound of his voice, your fatigue momentarily forgotten in the wake of his arrival. Dazai's presence had a way of lightening the mood.
"Wait, don't tell me, it's your hair, huh? You've been using the dinglehopper," Dazai's voice dripped with mock astonishment, his eyebrows raised in faux surprise, he rested his arms against your legs. His comment was so absurd that it drew an involuntary chuckle from you. Shaking your head in response, you couldn't help but be amused by Dazai's obliviousness.
"She got legs, you idiot," Sigma's frustrated exclamation cut through the playful atmosphere, his exasperation evident as he addressed the oblivious merman. Dazai, in response, feigned shock as he lifted his arms away from your legs, a comically exaggerated expression on his face.
Seizing the opportunity, you gingerly removed the strands of seaweed that had been playfully covering your feet, revealing your transformed legs. With a mixture of curiosity and determination, you slowly rose to your feet. The motion was met with a tremor that rippled through your legs, a reminder of their unfamiliarity.
"How many times have I told you that I don't like it when you call me names?" Dazai's tone carried a hint of annoyance as he addressed Sigma, his frustration palpable. He shot the merman a side glare, a clear signal of his displeasure. In response, Sigma huffed dismissively and rolled his eyes. You attempted to move, but your legs wavered beneath you, and the ground slipped from beneath your feet. The wobble turned into a stumble, and before you knew it, your legs gave way entirely, causing you to descend to the water with a thud.
"She's been turned into a human. She's gotta make the prince fall in love with him, and he's gotta kiss her," Atsushi explained, rolling his eyes at the ongoing bickering between Dazai and Sigma. Amid their chatter, you attempted to stand up once again but you struggled, your body was still adapting to the unfamiliar sensation of having legs.
"And she's only got three days. Just look at her. On legs! On human legs! My nerves are shot. This is a catastrophe! What would her father say? I'll tell you what her father will say—he's gonna kill himself a merman, that's what Fukuzawa will say!" Sigma's voice echoed with annoyance, his irritation palpable as he glared at Dazai. His annoyance was palpable as he glanced at you, concern for your well-being intermingled with his irritation.
"I'm gonna march myself straight home right now and tell him just like I should've done the minute…" Sigma's frustration was palpable, his voice trailing off as he turned to leave. But you acted swiftly, grabbing his arm and shaking your head vehemently to dissuade him.
"… and don't you shake your head at me, young lady," Sigma retorted his tone a mix of frustration and concern. He seemed torn, caught between his desire to protect you and his exasperation with the situation.
"Maybe there's still time. If we could get that demon to give you back your voice, you could go home with all the normal fish, and just be… just be…" Sigma's voice softened as he looked into your eyes, his gaze faltering when he saw the heartbroken expression on your face.
"… just be miserable for the rest of your life," Sigma sighed, his frustration evident as he buried his face in his hands. He let out a small exasperated click of his tongue before directing his gaze back toward you.
"All right, all right. I'll try to help you find that prince," Sigma relented, his annoyance giving way to reluctant determination. The spark of hope that ignited in your eyes was enough to soften his resolve, and as you hugged him, a small, genuine smile formed on his lips.
"What a soft fish I'm turning out to be," Sigma sighed, a wistful smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. His self-deprecating tone held a touch of humor and fondness for the situation he found himself in. He then felt a sudden splash of water, and his gaze snapped to Dazai with a glare, his frustration evident.
"Now, Belladonna, if you wanna be human, you gotta dress like one! Now come on," Dazai grinned mischievously, his tone filled with excitement. He grabbed a piece of cloth and some ropes, his gaze shifting towards you. Confusion clouded your expression as you watched him, uncertain about his intentions.
Chuuya strolled along the shoreline, his steps heavy with frustration, a flute held tightly in his hand. His expression was a canvas of vexation, mirroring the emotions swirling within him. Beside him, Albatross, suddenly exhibited a burst of energy, leaping and barking with fervor. The dog's insistent movements caught Chuuya's attention, prompting him to glance down.
"Whoa, what's got you all riled up, mutt?" Chuuya questioned his voice a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Albatross continued his animated display, gesturing and tugging at Chuuya, urging him to follow a path that led further away from the shoreline. With an amused chuckle, Chuuya relented to the canine's persistent insistence, surrendering to Albatross's determination.
"You look stunning, now that's what I call a siren," Dazai's voice rang out with a grin, accompanied by a wolf whistle that echoed through the air. Your attire was a drape artfully wrapped around your waist, the ensemble exuding an undeniable allure. Nearby, Atsushi's gaze scanned you from head to toe before he let out a resigned sigh.
Amid this moment, a familiar bark sliced through the air, drawing everyone's attention. The sound grew louder, accompanied by the rush of paws approaching rapidly.
Albatross dashed towards you, his excitement is evident as he closed the distance. Uncertain of what to expect, you instinctively sought refuge behind a nearby rock, attempting to shield yourself from the unknown. The dog's energetic arrival brought him close to you, and as he looked back in amazement, a sense of familiarity washed over you. Then, a voice—a voice you had heard before, repeating a scene from when you had first encountered him on that ship.
For a fleeting moment, your knees threatened to give way, yet, you steadied yourself, trying to regain your composure. And there, just as you had imagined, Chuuya appeared, reuniting with his beloved pet. His eyes, a mismatched pair of captivating hues, flicked up, meeting yours. A pause—an unmistakable moment of surprise—and the unspoken question hung in the air. Had he recognized you? The intensity of his gaze left you wondering.
"Are you okay?" Chuuya's concerned voice reached your ears as he approached you, his steps measured. Your gaze remained locked onto his face, and a rapid nod accompanied your smile, expressing both relief and reassurance. His answering grin was a small yet genuine one, a sign of his understanding and approval.
"I'm sorry if he scared you, he's harmless, just a bit hyperactive sometimes" Chuuya's voice reached you, laced with a chuckle. His attempt to alleviate any concerns regarding his exuberant canine companion was evident, his gaze subtly avoiding your eyes. In response, you dared to step a bit closer, your presence invoking a flicker of surprise on Chuuya's features. With a soft smile, you acknowledged him.
“Have I met you before? You seem very familiar to me,” Chuuya's question, uttered with a mix of puzzlement and intrigue, hung in the air. The sensation of recognition gnawed at him, leaving a lingering feeling that he just couldn't shake.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" Chuuya's voice cut through the air, his gaze fixed on you with a sense of recognition. In response, you offered a subtle nod, a spark of familiarity mirrored in his smile. As his fingers intertwined with yours, a gentle warmth spread through your hand. Albatross nestled against Chuuya's leg, as he looked between you and his owner excitedly.
"We have! you're the one I've been looking for, What's your name?" Chuuya's grin was both welcoming and inquisitive, his eyes studying your features as if trying to unravel a memory. You opened your mouth to reply, eager to share your name, but to your surprise, no sound escaped your lips. Instead, you found yourself mouthing the words, your touch instinctively moving to your neck in a gesture that sought to convey the absence of your voice.
"What's wrong? What is it?" Chuuya's voice was a soft caress, his concern painted across his features as he regarded you with gentle eyes. In response to his inquiry, your hand instinctively moved to your throat, a silent indication that you were grappling with the inability to speak.
"You can't speak?" Chuuya's question hung in the air, a mixture of understanding and surprise lacing his tone. In reply, you nodded, your expression carrying a tinge of sadness. A sigh of frustration escaped Chuuya's lips but his soft gaze met your eyes.
"Then you couldn't be who I thought," Chuuya grumbled, your frustration evident as you blew your hair from your face. But then your smile returned, a glimmer of determination in your eyes. Leaning over the rock where you'd been sitting, your hands began crafting signs in the air.
“Your breath?” Chuuya's confusion was palpable, his brows knitting together. Swiftly, you made a dismissive gesture, reiterating your earlier signal, followed by a sweeping motion that simulated swimming.
“You need help?” Chuuya's question hung in the air, met with your increasingly animated movements. As your urgency grew, you leaned too far and nearly toppled over, but Chuuya's swift reflexes prevented your fall, a grunt escaping him as he caught you just in time.
“Woah, careful!” Chuuya's worry-laden voice cut through the air, and as his arms encircled you, your cheeks flushed with warmth. The sudden realization that you were now in his embrace caught you off guard, momentarily halting your movements as he helped lift you to your feet.
“You really must have been through something,” Chuuya's soft words brought you back to the present, his concern etched in his features. His reassuring smile provided a comforting anchor as you tuned into his presence.
“Don’t worry! I’ll help you,” Chuuya's declaration resounded with determination as you found your footing once more. With one arm draped over his shoulders, you leaned on him for support, acknowledging the trembling in your legs.
A grin played on your lips as you cast a glance over your shoulder, catching the signs of approval and smiles from Atsushi and Dazai while Sigma's panicked eyes watched your form. With Chuuya by your side, you began to walk, your legs trembling slightly but finding stability in his presence.
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𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻...
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chuuyasheaven · 1 year
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Heya! Happy valentines day darling ♡ I'm here for the event if that's ok :D
So I'd like Dazai + "5: I know you can take it, baby.” "10: You taste so fuckin' sweet, y'know that?” and "11: You're mine, and I'm only yours. Got it?”" (basically 5, 10 and 11) with a breeding kink? I mean, not to get the reader pregnant, just to come inside you know heheheheh~
And also, would you make it semi public? Add some excitement but they don't get caught. It can happen anywhere you have in mind :)
Thanks and also, no pressure!! ♡
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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: 5, 10, 11!
“i know you can take it, baby.”
“You taste fuckin' sweet, y'know that?”
“You're mine and I'm only yours, got it?”
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dazai is a little jelly and takes you right in the agency while the others are having lunch! <3
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fem!Reader, Jealous!Dazai, Pussy eating, Petnames, Semi-Public Sex (but they won't get caught)
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: When i tell you i gasped. YOU?! AREN'T YOU LIKE MORE POPULAR THAN ME??? But yeah, thanks for the prompts! Have a nice day, Ash!!
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“Hey, bella, wanna skip this mission together?” Dazai asked with a grin on a face, waiting for your response.
“Yeah, she won't because she'll accompany me on my mission.”, Ranpo replied.
“Ranpo's right, I'll have to come with him, but we'll be back before lunch, Dazai! So no worries.” you backed up Ranpo's statement.
“Can't they just send Atsushi with you? He'll probably be more than happy to do so.” Dazai said, Kunikida joined the conversation.
“Well, Atsushi won't because he's already with Kyouka and Yosano. Since you would reject the mission, like always, we'd figured that [Name] would do fine.”, Dazai just looked at all three of you with a defeated face, but didn't carry the conversation on.
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“[Name]! There you are, it's almost lunch yʼknow?!” Dazai asked with a playful pout, which you responded to.
“Yeah, i know. But Ranpo just wanted some candy and i treated him some sweets, if that's okay. We also talked for a while and forgot the time..” you explained.
Dazai couldn't help but to feel a little jealous, you couldn't blame him though!
“So, [Name], wanna come downstairs with me? The others must be arriving right now.”, just as you wanted to answer, Dazai did already for you.
“Sorry, but she's already having lunch with me up here! You can go downstairs though, they're probably waiting, Ranpo.”
You would've lied if you said Dazai's tone didn't sound like a small amount of Jealousy.
“Well, alright! Have fun, you both.”
As Ranpo left, you turned to Dazai with a confused face. “Why did you tell him that? I could've answered, y'know?”
“Bella, i know you would say the exact thing, but let's forget about that, shall we?”, as you wanted to reply, Dazai came closer to you.
“Let's forget about the fact that you ditched me for Ranpo,” He straddled you in your chair, having his knee in between your thighs.
Now whispering in your ear-
“but don't you ever forget the fact that, you're mine and I'm only yours, got it?” you could feel his smirk, as Dazai went further down reaching your neck.
Feeling his hot breath against your neck, he left some kisses there. These kisses turned into small bites.
You slowly felt yourself getting more aroused by the second.
“Dazai, w-we can't do it here..the others might-”, Dazai interrupted you, “See us? Let them, they should see that i don't share, bella.”,
Was he serious?
How did he go from playful to jealous and possessive? Not gonna lie though, it turned you on. Also him just taking you now, with the possibility that someone could walk in, made this even more exciting.
“Hey, Bella,” Dazai spoke to interrupt your racing thoughts, “your soaking up my knee, are you really turned on by this? If that's so, let's step this up, shall we?”, you wondered what he meant by that, just for him to get off of you.
As Dazai repositioned, your breath hitched slightly, as you felt Dazai's against your clothed core. He took off your panties and hid them under the desk.
Now that your cunt is free from your soaked panties, Dazai started making out with your pussy.
You let out a quick, loud moan, covering your mouth after and blushing. He did even better by seeing that reaction. Dazai tried making you loose some noise.
“You taste so fuckin' sweet, y'know that? That's such a sweet treat not even Ranpo could handle, right?” he slightly teased.
Still no sound from you, Dazai moved his free hand to rub on your clit, adding more pleasure.
This is where you lost it.
“Ah! D-dazai this is to much..c-can't take it!-”, You moaned, thinking he'll actually slow down a little, oh how you were mistaken.
You just got a quick chuckle from him.
“I know you can take it, baby. Besides, whenever i do this it made you cum quicker, we have to hurry up before they come back, bella.” Dazai replied.
When he finished the sentence, he added more pressure onto your clit, which made the coil in your stomach almost burst.
Just as he gave your cunt one good lick, it snapped, you finally came.
Dazai licked up the remaining juices and handed you your soaked panties from earlier.
This saw Dazai as a good time to tease, “Guess you have to walk around in those, bella. Just a reminder that you belong to me, right?”
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THE END WAS SO LAZY- But i hope you like it! Also I forgot abt the breeding kink- just noticed!
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luffyvace · 3 months
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RANPO X LAZY MALE READER!!
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Enjoy lovely readers! for these are the headcanons that won the poll!!♡
ranpo with a lazy male reader..an interesting topic
definitely. Especially since ranpo himself, is lazy
you two (dazai making it a trio) are the ultimate lazy duo
you guys never get work done outside your skills
maybe not even then
unless it serious y’all basically eat snacks all day and well…lazy around :)
Ranpo will only share some of his snacks with you
partly because your his lazy buddy and partly because your his boyfriend
even if you get your own if he runs out or sees one of his favorite snacks he’ll steal some of yours
To which you often move away from him to get him to stop
also don’t bother storing your snacks in your locker he’ll figure out the lock combo and eat them
bonus points if you break in his locker and steal his
at this point it’s a ‘would be romantic if you weren’t stealing it from each other’ war of buying each other snacks
also meaning you buy all his favorites and store it in your locker, knowing he’s gonna steal it, and he does the same for you
fukuzawa and yosano are used to you two’s antics of not wanting to do anything but kunikida just can’t take it
he thinks he might even go insane
actually this time
atsushi wouldn’t mind as much if your work load didn’t get dumped off on him
or if he didn’t have to clean up after you and ranpo’s snack mess
..
okay maybe atsushi is a little annoyed..
On the bright side you get lots of cuddles with ranpo
he’s the little spoon
likes to rest his head on your chest
wants to hear your heartbeat so he can fall asleep
your only complaint is that he gets snack and chocolate stains all over your shirt
even worse since your too lazy to do laundry
Oh well
if you wanna be the little spoon ranpo will whine and complain
“awhhhhh but m/nnnnnnn I’m so comfyyyyy”
you both keep persisting until you fall asleep
that cycle repeats every time you cuddle
even if he were to say yes you’d be too lazy to move
you’d likely end up just falling back asleep
ranpo would still get his way as the little spoon in the end
if you two live together oh boy you either call someone to do everything for you (kunikida)
or wait until said kunikida comes over,
turns on mom mode,
and scolds you while cleaning up + making dinner
it’s constant battles between who will do what
about literally anything too
”noooooo ranpo you do the laundryyyyy”
”but m/nnnnnnn I’m the worlds greatest detectiveeee, don’t you think I deserve spoiling??”
”you do but I’m too lazyyyy 😞”
”wowwwww so that’s how you feel about your boyfriend?? Your great detective??”
you: rolls over goes to sleep
”m/nnnnnn!! Get uppp! I did the laundry last timeeeeee!”
you, muttering before dozing off to sleep: “liarrr…”
ranpo pouts, flips over and goes to sleep as well
the laundry never got done 😋
honestly….how do I write these headcanons?!
you two are so lazy..! Nothing gets done!!
your dates are all in doors
there’s no cleaning
barely cooking
what do I say?!
I already covered physical affection too 🤦‍♀️
🧍‍♀️
stop being so lazy this is putting strife on me too!!
now I see how kunikida and atsushi feels..
what are we gonna do with you two..🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️
Wellllll…ranpo likely gives lazy kisses
theyre a bit long and not much effort is put into them, but love sure is
same with you!!
you two often give each other slow and gentle kisses while lazying around in bed<3
so cute!!💗
if you could ever get ranpo to cook somehow it may not taste good considering he doesn’t cook a whole lot..
your the same, except you get to choose whether your good or not
..laundry?
you rewear your same favorite clothes and ranpo pretty much does too
ranpo has worn your clothes before, claiming its his when you clearly remember buying it
you figured out it was yours but he was too lazy to take it off
“Awhhhh but m/nnnnn it took so much energy to get it onnnn”
”what?! I was planning on wearing that today!!”
”awhhh can’t you wear it tomorrow and I wear it today?!”
”only if you promise to wash it!”
”awhhhhhh!! 😞—
but I’m so lazy m/nnn”
he sits on the edge of the bed pouting
to which you take the opportunity to yank off the clothes he stole from you
”HEYY!! It took forever to get this on!! Don’t take it off!”
”it’s not yours! And if you don’t wanna wash it, you can’t wear it!”
”okay! okay! I’ll wash it! I’ll wash it!”
”good!” you: walks off to the car ”wait m/nn!! Come back! help me put it back on!!”
just for the record when you got back home it didn’t get washed
it got disregarded on the floor for a cuddles and kisses date on your bed
(yes your dates take place in your bed)
it takes forever for you two to arrive at work
your late more often than not
especially when debates about who has to drive happens
which is where kunikida steps in…again
he scolds you both for being too lazy to even move your hands and feet to get to a job which is very important because it brings in money that feeds you and..blah blah blah blah blah….
(you don’t even remember the rest you tuned out)
I honestly couldn’t choose as to whose more lazy between you two so I’ll let you do it
but in the case that your lazy and can still get some things done,
your really just burnt out not lazy yet it gets labeled as that
your tired from working and doing daily activities
especially if you have a cramped schedule like kunikida
well, maybe not like kunikida, just really packed
(No one can out-schedule that man I know it)
either way you likely do more cooking and a little bit more cleaning than ranpo
If your muscles are sore ranpo will give you a massage but your both laying down-
LOL
he might hire a professional chiropractor for a big event like your anniversary
also I feel ranpo’s love language would be quality time and physical touch
quality time because he just genuinely likes being around his boyfriend
it’s free and he feels good spending time with the one he loves?? Why not??
physical touch because it’s simply a easy and effective way for him to display his love to you
he probably leans more towards kisses in private
hand holding is his go two in public (mostly when he’s not eating snacks at the moment because he needs his hands to stuff his face—and so do you)
hugs/cuddles can go either way :)
Ngl the ada members find it cute when they see you two all snuggled up on the couch after eating a bunch of snacks
even if you two get on their nerve a bit, they can’t deny it’s truly adorable♡
thank you all so much for voting on my poll once again!!
I appreciate you all and deeply hope you enjoyed these headcanons!!!
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'•.¸♡ love song ♡¸.•'
Basically when they hear their s/o sing to themselves.
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Feat. Fukuzawa, Yosano, Atsushi, Kunikida, Kenji, Kyōka, Dazai, Ranpo, Higuchi, Oda, Poe, Fyodor, Natsume
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Yukichi Fukuzawa:
Fukuzawa had just gotten back from a long do in the office to see you happily humming and softly singing to yourself.
Fukuzawa stood in the door frame for a second before going up to you and giving you a kiss on your forehead as a greeting.
He really liked hearing you sing and only wished you could do it more often.
Akiko Yosano:
Yosano woke up with a headache from the late night you two spent drinking and having fun.
Some how you weren't in bed but were making breakfast while humming to yourself occasionally breaking the hum to sing to yourself.
Seeing your girlfriend walk over to you made you stop singing but she told you to continue as she gave you a hug placing her head on your back while you kept making French toasts.
Atsushi Nakajima:
You were typing away on your laptop with your earphones/headphones on softly singing the song you were listening to when Atsushi walked in.
He didn't want to disturb you but he enjoyed your singing so much that he stayed a while but when you looked up to see if Atsushi was standing there he ran away.
Doppo Kunikida:
Kunikida hates distractions especially when he's working away but oddly enough he doesn't mind it when you hum a song to yourself, singing a few words here and there.
He will continue working and acting as if he cannot hear you but secretly he enjoys listening to your humming.
Kenji Miyazawa(platonic):
When Kenji hears you singing he will listen to you happily and ask you what you were singing afterwards.
He might mention a song some of the villagers used to sing when he was in the village.
Kyōka Izumi(platonic):
She'll compliment your singing abilities and ask you to sing to her her favourite song or something.
She'll be very happy if you sing to her.
Osamu Dazai:
You were cleaning while singing to yourself and moving your body as if in a dance, not noticing Dazai staring at you while sitting in a chair.
You turn around and almost let out a yelp before turning your head in embarrassment, you could feel your face getting warm and you heard a light chuckle come from Dazai.
He was amused by your quick and cute reaction when you saw him, he didn't help you clean though.
Ranpo Edogawa:
Ranpo was in a sweets shop looking at all sorts of candy while you stood outside petting a cat who lay in the spring sun.
You were humming a sweet melody to the cat as it slept the day away, enjoying your soft touch and the warm sun.
You heard someone clear their throat loudly behind you, while you turned your head to see who it was the cat had run away. The person who scared the cat away was Ranpo.
'Can we leave now?' He asked although it sounded more like a whiny demand than anything.
While at home he asked you if you could do what you did with the cat: pet his head while singing to him.
Ichiyō Higuchi:
The moment she heard your voice sing she knew she was in love.
She would try to be as close to you while you sang as possible but not too close so you wouldn't see her.
When you stop singing (weather you know she's there or not) she'll tell you how cute you were and how you should sing to her every night.
Sakunosuke Oda:
Oda has opened the door to your shared apartment to the smell of curry and the sound of your voice softly singing and humming.
He stood in the hallway taking off his coat slowly from feeling exhausted and from wanting to stay there and listen to your voice.
Once he took off his coat and shoes he walked up to you and gave you a tired hug from behind and asked when the meal was going to be finished before giving you a kiss.
Edgar Allan Poe:
Poe was in his study writing away with Karl chilling near by. He was feeling a bit lonely since you left somewhere for a while and Karl wasn't too interested in spending his time with Poe.
Karl's head perked up and ran away towards the front leaving Poe all alone. He lay his forehead on his desk in defeat. He soon heard a soft melody being sang, enjoying your singing he sat with his head still down, being lost in your melody.
When he heard the door open his head quickly jerked up to see you standing with a smile, he smiled his awkward smile back at you.
Fyodor Dostoevsky:
You over heard Fyodor playing and the song got stuck in your head.
Fyodor told you he'd be gone for a while so you decided to read a book for a while when the song made its way to you and was stuck in your head again, you started humming the song hoping it
Sōseki Natsume:
He sneaks into the room in his cute little kitty form and continues to listen while taking a light nap somewhere in the corner.
When you find and stop singing he'll notice even if he in asleep.
His cute little kitty head will look up to see why you stopped until he realises it's 'cause of him.
He won't think much of it and go along with his day.
༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻
Sorry to all the people who follow me for Sigma, this time you don't get him.
Why does lavender have to be toxic for cats :(
-Az
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