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hi! I’ve already read yandere!Chuuya oneshot and I’m so delighted 🥵 Could you make the 2nd chapter where Reader-chan cheat on Chuuya with Dazai and her reaction after being caught will be like: „do you want to join to us”?? *I AM AN ANGSTY BITCH* Pleaaase 🥺

➤ genre: yandere, angst

➤ pairing: yan!chuuya x reader, dazai x reader

➤ warnings: yandere themes, manipulation, toxic relationship

➤ word count: 1.2k

➤ a/n: hello!! i finally got your request done sorry this took superrrr long 😿 but i hope this is what you had in mind ^.^

part one

What’s mine is... not mine?

Your beauty delights him. No, even the mere sight of any inch of you thrills him to his very bones.

Being with you — the light of his life — brings him happiness to no end. The way you accept his lavish gifts with no hesitance, the way you lap up his compliments like such a cute little pet, the way you agree to move in with him so willingly — he remembers it all. Such memories deserve to be put in a frame and hung up on the wall to remind you of just how lucky you are.

Of course, none of the ways he restricts you, strips you of your freedom — none of it registers in his head. Why should it? To Nakahara Chuuya everything he does is for you. To protect you, because he wants the best for you. None of this was borne out of his selfishness, no. It’s merely borne out of the opposite, out of his selflessness, or so it seems in his own head.

And this is what he’s thinking as he strolls out of the Port Mafia headquarters, an hour earlier than usual, to surprise you. You claimed to be feeling a little too exhausted from all the missions lately, and so had taken today off. You’ve been taking so many off days lately, were you getting sick? He ponders whether he should ask you to just quit the mafia altogether. Chuuya is loaded, he’d have enough to support the both of you after all. He dismisses the idea though, how could he know what you’re doing if you’re not working together with him in the same building, on the same missions? He’s having enough anxiety now as it is.

No, it’s fine, he convinces himself. He’d get to see you soon and all his worries would go away anyway.

But the sight that would greet him there is something he never anticipated, but also something he always feared the most.

When he reaches the penthouse, your smiling face brightens up even more as he enters the room. You get up from the couch and run up to him, wrapping your arms round his neck when you reach him. Your sweet, soft lips kiss him slowly, gently, reminding him of all that is good in the world.

That is what he expected.

Not this.

Not this fucking repulsive sight.

Chuuya can hear his heart pounding loudly in his ears, the blood is rushing up to his head. His fists are clenched by his side, one of them crushing the stems of the bouquet of flowers he holds, having intended to give them to you. His once calm blue eyes are taken over by white-hot rage.

There you are, sitting in the living room, eating fucking chocolate-covered strawberries — this reminds Chuuya of your little foodplay experiment, oh your smooth figure under his bare hands — wait, no, the redhead shakes the image away. That’s not his concern now. You are feeding it not to yourself, no, but to that guy, no, that monster.

The man he hates the most.

Touching the one thing Chuuya loves more than anything in this world.

Dazai is knelt on one knee on the floor in front of you, bandaged hands gliding over your thigh, sliding under your skirt, mouth accepting the strawberry from your fingers, his tongue slipping to actually lick your digits, a playful glint in his eyes.

“My belladonna, I bet you taste better than these strawberries,” he teases as he swallows it.

It’s so obvious that Chuuya’s there, and yet both of you are acting as though he isn’t, paying him absolutely no mind at all. And he can’t take it.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

He steps into the living room, ability on and glaring at Dazai. Of course, the brunette barely bats an eyelash. He’d never be scared, not of Chuuya. But what really gets the redhead? You aren’t either. Your face is the picture perfect show of tranquility mixed with a tinge of exasperation.

“Do you want to join us?”

Chuuya can hardly believe the words coming out of your mouth as you continue to feed the enemy, not an ounce of remorse in your eyes. What happened to his lovely, obedient princess?

Dazai is eating this entire situation up giddily. He loves this, Chuuya knows it. He loves stealing absolutely anything he can from him, and this time, he’s got his most precious possession — you. He doesn’t dare believe it, but it’s happening. Why are you with that bastard? After all he’s done to keep him away at first — how did it come to this? What has he done to deserve his precious darling cheat on him and with Dazai of all people?

“What’s wrong, Chuuya?” Dazai hums, positively relishing in his agony. The bastard sees through everything, Chuuya not excluded. And he knows just how bad the inside of his head is right now — in fact, he knows it all too well that he’s going to take advantage of it. After all, how can he not? He managed to painstakingly find you alone one day, a lucky chance it was that Chuuya happened to not be with you. Dazai had a feeling that something was off, and so you easily spilled all the beans to him, how Chuuya was too possessive and manipulative, his different methods of keeping you in check and how you forced yourself to take his bullshit.

Hurting a sweet, poor belladonna like that? Oh, Dazai is going to have the time of his life pushing it in the redhead’s face that he, once again, lost the fight. And he knows Chuuya will lose this fight, seeing as how he’s so easily losing control despite the fact that Dazai can neutralise his ability with just a touch.

But all that’s going on in Chuuya’s mind is revenge. If he can’t have you, no one can. And all he remembers before he blacks out is the lack of fear in your eyes as he charges toward you.

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He’s toxic — he substitutes fluidity and choice with control.

Those are the words echoing in his mind as he strains himself to get up. The house was an absolute mess, as it should. He’d lost control after all. But Chuuya didn’t care about the house, no. He cared about you — where were you?

Oh right, with the bastard. Chuuya didn’t even have any energy left to fuel his rage. All he could feel was his muscles screaming out for him to stay still, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. But he spots something tied to the coat rack — the only thing standing in the middle of the rubble. One of you must’ve put it there on purpose after he passed out.

Chuuya winces just thinking of you conspiring with Dazai. Fuck. But he winces even more when he sees the note attached to the rack, bandaged tightly, undoubtedly Dazai’s. ‘See you never. xoxo, not-your-princess’ it read, with a lipstick mark on the side. He clenched his jaw and fell back to the floor, the energy now properly depleted out of him.

The images of you flash in his mind. The fear that used to be in your eyes, the submissive whimpers you’d only let him hear, the good girl act you always performed for him. And Chuuya screamed with whatever energy he had left in him, realising that none of that would be his, because if anybody could stop Chuuya from getting to you, it would be Dazai. And it just had to be him.

Fuck.

And Chuuya knows why he’s still alive. He knows why Dazai saved him from being consumed by corruption — he wants the redhead alive; he wants him to watch as his princess lives happily with the wrong guy.

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