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waterfallofspace · 1 year

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53 and 55 for d/azai and ch/uuya (the sick one 👁👁) perhaps please if you would like… <3

Thank you so much for the ask/request!! These have been so fun hahaha~~ I did get just a touch angsty/fever heavy towards the end, so hopefully that's alright, I promise it's not super serious! I also did want to include a little french, and while I did take it in school, I remember less than nothing, soooo this is all thanks to google, therefore I apologize for anything inconsistent/incorrect! [ Putain de merde = Holy shit ] [ À tes souhaits = Bless you ] [ Merde = Shit ] [ Je dois = I've got to ] 2.1k words, prompts 53 and 55, story under the cut! ~Part Two/Continuation Post Here~ 53. "Bless you?" 55. "You sound awful." (References to mild violence, high fevers, and swearing just in case anyone doesn't like any of those!)

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Dazai is nothing if not observant. There is hardly a single detail in any given encounter he hasn’t seen, or predicted. Which is why he finds it almost insulting that people always insist on ‘hiding things’ from him. Especially his former partner.

‘Chuuya still seems to believe, incorrectly and against all odds, that I won’t notice if somethings wrong. Something such as the cough he was suppressing that was shaking his frail little form. Or the pink tint around his nose. The nose he couldn’t stop touching throughout our encounter.’

This is how Dazai came to be leaning against a wall outside a pharmacy. And if it just so happens to be the pharmacy a certain hat-adorned Mafioso frequents, wouldn’t that be a strange coincidence. ‘Any minute now, don’t keep me waiting- Ah. Here we go~.’

Chuuya steps out of the store, a gloved hand pinching his rapidly trembling nose. ‘He must have been trying not to sneeze the whole time he was in the store. Aw~! That’s just adorable. It’s practically famous within the Port Mafia that our dear Chibi can’t hold back to save his little, tiny, life. Well, time to announce myself!’ Dazai smirks, pushing off the wall and stepping into Chuuya’s line of sight.

“Chuuuuuya~! What a surprise, running into you here!”

“heH’EK- fuck!”

“Uh, bless you?”

“Damn it you idiot, you scared it away.”

Dazai lets his mouth twitch, a smile threatening to break through at the look of annoyance on Chuuya’s face, nose practically twitching with unreleased tickles. He snapped his hand away from his face the second he saw Dazai, but they both know he’s just itching to bring it back up, pun intended. ‘Oh this will be even more fun then I’d foreseen.’

“S- scared away the sneeze..? Is even Chuuya’s nose easily startled?”

“Eh?! I- You- oh whatever. What the fuck ar- hahEHhh… hePT-!huhh… Damn it- What are you doing here, Dazai?”

It’s practically a growl, and Dazai doesn’t miss the way Chuuya’s hand twitches as he presses it firmly into a fist against his side. ‘You wanna rub so badly, don’t you? I wonder how long you’ll be able to hold out. Judging by that glaze coating your eyes, I’d say not long, but hey, I out of anyone know how stubborn you can be. Shall we test your resolve, Chuuya~?’

“I was just passing through this part of town, and happened to notice the sky starting to look a tad cloudy, so I figured I’d duck under a nice dry roof! Just so happens to be of a pharmacy- say, what is Chuuya doing in a pharmacy anyways?”

“Nothing.”

“Wow, you bought a bag just for nothing? Seems a bit of a waste.”

Chuuya’s eyes roll, teeth clenching as he snarls, both of them knowing that any other time, he would have aimed a punch at Dazai for that. 'And we both know why you didn't. Little preoccupied there, Chuuya?' Dazai studies him carefully, noticing the way his mouth is starting to twitch right along with his nose, the itch seemingly spreading across his whole face.

“I bought some pain medication, alright? I get hurt a lot in this job, and I was running low.”

“Doesn’t the Port Mafia supply the good stuff? Why settle for cheap store bought?”

“I- I jus- Why do you even care! Doesn’t the ‘great Dazai’ have better things to do?”

“Awe~ You think I’m great? Chuuya~ you flatter me!”

Chuuya opens his mouth to retort, but what falls out instead of a cough that he quickly attempts to suppress, ducking into his hand and spinning on his heel, away from Dazai. ‘It’s a futile effort, I can still clearly see your body shaking. I think you know that.’

“Oh Chuuya, are you not feeling well?”

“Sh- huHh-! Really? Of all the times to come bahhHh- back… hePT’NNSHH’oo-! hAh’IZZSHHAA-! heHh… AhHH-! ahH’YZZSHH’iuh-!”

“Bless you.”

“Shut up, bandage factory. J- just leave me alone, I have things to do.”

Dazai notices the roughness of Chuuya’s voice as he lowers it, adding a growl in an attempt to make it seem intentional. ‘You must be feeling worse than I thought, a couple sneezes and a cough shouldn’t be enough to wreck your throat. Unless, of course, you’ve been doing it non-stop for days.’

“Well my schedule is completely clear, so I think I’ll just hang out with Chuuya for awhile! Where are we going next?”

“There is absolutely not a ‘we’. I am going back to my apartment. Alone.”

“Aw- come on, don’t be like that!”

“Ge- hehHh… get lost… hH’KZZZSHH’iuh-! Fucking… Ehh’knGSHH’aa-!”

“Double blessings for the double sneeze! Keep up the doubles and you’ll start sounding like me.”

“A fate worse than death, truly.”

Dazai clutches his chest, an arm draping across his face in mock hurt, making sure to keep one eye trained on the shorter man. ‘He’s practically trembling. It’s chilly out, but not enough for that reaction, especially not for someone like him. It’s most likely a fever, but it could just be exhaustion. I’ll need an excuse to get in close to check.’

“You wound me!”

“I’d certainly like to. hah’gNNShh’aa-! hh’ETZZSHH’iuh-!”

“Quite a threat, if only you could back it up. Alas, I fear this illness has reduced you to the level of a mere goon. Certainly not an executive in the elite Port Mafia.”

The words work exactly how he’d planned, a closed fist hitting Dazai squarely in the chest as the shorter man lunges at him, giving Dazai every opportunity to let his hand brush against Chuuya’s forehead. ‘He’s burning up. With the clouds gathering faster than I’d foreseen, I’d better get him off the street and fast, otherwise we’re looking at an outcome I’d rather avoid.’ A grunt breaks free from Dazai’s throat as Chuuya finishes the attack with a kick right to his gut.

“That feel like a sick man’s blow? Didn’t think so. D- damn it… hAhhHh-!”

Dazai pauses, leaning back against the wall to watch the show unfold. Chuuya has a gloved hand gripping his nose once more, eyes starting to gloss over as they lose focus. His hand is trembling, eyes starting to water. ‘Tsk tsk. We both know you can’t hold this back, are you really going to break your nose in an attempt to? Sorry, I just can’t have that.’

“Even Akutagawa can punch harder than that, Chuuya.”

“Eh?!”

Chuuya’s eyes snap to him, his hand wavers, and just like that, Dazai knows he’s won. The loss in focus, even for a second, is enough to give Chuuya’s nose the upper hand, its twitching visible from between the cracks in his fingers. ‘Checkmate.’

“ih’KNXT’chh-!”

Dazai bites back a wince at the way the stifle seems to scrape at Chuuya’s throat, a hiss escaping through his clenched teeth as his breath catches once more. ‘Bad idea, Chuuya. You know that’s just gonna make you-’

“eH’KnGT’chhh-! inGT’chh-! GNT’chh-! heHh… dTnxxgt’chhh-! hH’KNgT’choo-! hEH’INGSHH’AA-!”

‘And there it is.’

“You gon-”

“AAISHHH’OO-! ATSHH’AA-! hH’INGSHH’AA-! heh’ASSHH’iuh-!”

“-gonna live, Chuuya?”

“hNGGSHH’OO-! Shut- nnMMGSHHH’AA-! Shut up- hH’INMSHHH’IUH-! S- slug… heAhh-!”

A deep chest soaked cough starts pouring out between the sneezes, rattling Chuuya to his bones, and sending chills down Dazai’s back. He nearly flinches as Chuuya falls against the wall, using it to study him as the wet coughs shake through his lungs. He manages to catch his breath, tears freely flowing down his cheeks, just to have it sucked out of him again as another round of sneezing starts up.

“hEH’NNGSHH’AA-! eh’KETSCHhh’iuh-! heP’TZZSHH’aa-! Putain de merde!”

“Doing french, are we? Well then, À tes souhaits, Chibi.”

“Whatev-”

The hoarse quality of Chuuya’s voice, barely above a whisper causes them both to pause, a wince escaping across Dazai’s features before he can mask it. Chuuya’s eyes widen, the panic in them seeming to seep into Dazai’s very soul. They stand for a minute, eyes locked, before Chuuya straightens his into a glare once more.

“You sound awful.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m just saying. You should really have taken some medicine for that.”

“That.. was the plan.. before you.. interrupted me..”

Dazai can’t help but grimace at the harsh whisper, Chuuya attempting to lower his voice to a growl to make it sound intentional, but they both know no one’s buying it. ‘I really need to get him home and get him to take some medication. If he gets caught in the rain like this, it’ll be bad.’

Making sure to catch Chuuya’s eye, Dazai lets his hand slip into his pocket, pulling a dose of medication out, the kind you won’t find at any pharmacy. He smirks at the flash of desire that Chuuya doesn’t manage to hide.

“Whoops, guess that one’s my bad. In that case, this will just have to go to waste, I suppose. Since you have your own, and I was so rudely uninvited to your apartment.”

“You.. can’t be uninvited.. to something you.. weren’t invited to.. in the first place.. hH’RSHH’AA-! oww…”

They both flinch at the sneeze, Dazai letting his concentration slip for just a second. However, a second is all Chuuya needs, planting a roundhouse kick on Dazai’s arm as he snatches the vial, taking a swig before sticking it in his own pocket. Dazai raises an eyebrow at this, cheshire smile painted across his face, but a hint of something much more genuine in his eyes.

“What aggression Chuuya! You should really try some anger management classes to get that rage under control.”

“I didn’t have.. anger issues.. until I had the misfortune.. of meeting you..”

“Oh yes~. You were just a ray of sunshine when I first met you! Definitely no thinly repressed rage bubbling just below the surface that boiled over every time anything happened.”

“Oi.. are you trying.. to get punched again.. jackass..? eH’KtSHH’iuh-! Christ.. hASHHH’AA-!”

“Save your energy, you’ll need it. And besides, I’ve taken quite enough of a beating today.”

Chuuya doesn’t respond, ‘Electing to save your voice too, are you? Smart, given how quickly it’s fading’ but he does give Dazai a nasty look, raising his hand to scrub at his nose once more. Dazai feels a swell of concern in his chest at how unashamed his former partner has grown about his rapidly increasing symptoms. ‘The medicine should kick in within the hour… but I doubt you’ll make it home on your own before then.’

“huh’KKSHH’AA-! hEIYYSHHH’iuh-! nNGT’chh-! eh’INGT’chhh-! M- merde… Je d- dois… ehH’hEZZSHH’aihh-!”

A hand is casually raised as Chuuya attempts to cover, aiming for his shoulder with a hazy look that isn’t like him. ‘Damn it, I was hoping to avoid this outcome-’ Dazai manages to think, getting cut off, just as he foresaw, as Chuuya collapses into himself. A strong grasp catches the smaller man, Dazai letting out a huff at the weight suddenly in his arms.

“Easy there, still with me?”

A weak nod is his response, the glassy nature of Chuuya’s eyes suggesting the fever has grown worse. Touching his forehead, Dazai winces again at the heat, ‘Definitely gotten worse. The game is over, I’m taking you home now.’ Without a word, he lifts Chuuya into his arms, not missing the grunt he gets in response.

“You can fight me, and risk falling on your face, or you can just let me help you.”

Chuuya growls, but lets his eyes flutter shut, ducking away from Dazai and into his shoulder as another set of exhausted sneezes tears out of him.

“heh’nNKjschh’uhh-! ah’mmKNschh’uhh-! hehHhh-! hEH’IZZSHH’iuhh-! Guhh..”

“Bless you. Can you stand, or shall I carry you?”

Dazai easily dodges the fist aimed his way, but doesn’t miss the way Chuuya shakes at the force of his own weight. Without a word, he moves Chuuya’s arm back over his shoulders, letting the man lean against him. There’s a certain level of unease when someone’s relying on you to walk, and yet, with the two of them, this is an all-too-familiar sensation.

“Let’s get you home, partner. The medication will kick in soon.”

“Not.. your partn-”

“Save your voice, it’s physically painful for me to listen to you. I can feel my own throat starting to ache.”

A dirty look is shot his way before Chuuya’s eyes flutter shut once more, not even bothering to turn his head away, instead aiming the sneezes towards the ground in front of them. Dazai grimaces, not from the possibility of germs, instead, entirely from the concern that washes through him at the lack of shame.

“heH’DTZSHH’AA-! AIISHH’oo-! ehh’gnSHHH’iuh-!”

“Bless you.”

“Save.. your breath.. stupid Dazai..”

“Hey, at least you still have that temper! I’d be really worried if that was gone.”

“Just.. take me home..”

Dazai lets a smile wash over his face, a warmth replacing the panic in his chest as Chuuya leans into his touch as they start the journey. ‘I’ll keep you safe, partner. Leave it to me.’

Without a word spoken between them, he knows he was heard and understood, just as he understands the response.

‘I trust you.’

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you for the requestttt this was so fun to write #hopefully its okay that its a bit angsty haha #i dont think its TOO bad but i was just in that mood when writing #also i might possibly do a follow up with what happens once they get there #if anyones interested!! or even just if IM interested haha #but if anyone bothers to read this and wants to see that let me know and ill do it~~#snz #snzkink #b/sd #c/huuya #d/azai #s/oukoku #they are my beloveds so id be thrilled to write more for them

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shippaidan · 2 years

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no one says that they are afraid of love as beautifully as you do

>>chapter: four >>pairings: chuuya x fem!reader | dazai x fem!reader >>genre: a little bit of angst with some comfort, fluff >>status: ongoing >>words: 1,8k >>cw: spoilers, she/her pronouns for reader, swearing, mentions of alcohol, one (!) canon-typical mention of suicide plans, as always a lot of reflections and "what if"s , but mostly fluff (or as fluffy as I could get)

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HOPE.

That night, the scent of approaching spring was lingering in the air.

Their synchronized footsteps echoed through the walls of the nearly empty mafia headquarters. It was really late. In a good mood they were returning from a meeting with the boss, who once again praised them for another successful mission.

"Damn, what a great day." She raised her arms high above head, stretching her slightly sore joints. "And by the way, you did amazing today, Chuuya."

"Said the one who did almost all the work." He rolled his eyes with a smile on his lips. "You didn't even need me for anything. If this keeps up, Mori's going to start sending you out solo."

"Please no, don't even say that. I really like going on missions with you. Solo won't be the same."

"Yeah, same here. You're actually the best partner I've ever had."

"Oh stop it! You'll make me blush." She joked actually abashed, waving her hand. She still didn't always know how to take the praise that was constantly coming out of his mouth, but he lived for her reactions and definitely had no intention of stopping. He had to make up for all these years after all.

"I would definitely pay to see that. A powerful mafia executive with blushing cheeks? Priceless.”

"Shut up!" Their soft laughter carried down the long corridors, as she slapped him lightly on the shoulder, shaking her head.

Things began to slowly come together. Everyday life took on vibrant colors again, and hope once again found refuge in her heart. She was more happy to get out of bed in the morning, the sunrise spent with coffee in her hand no longer stirred unnecessary memories, and she preferred to spend her evenings with a good book than a glass of alcohol. She felt as if she had finally come back to life.

However, she would not be able to do it without a man right next to her. His very presence helped her to move forward. And everything was slowly getting better.

"Why don't we grab a drink? My treat. I’m dying for some whiskey to be honest." She suggested, getting into his black car. Chuuya sent her a doubtful look, turning on the engine.

"Yeah, sure. Great idea. Alcohol is exactly what you need right now." The exaggerated sarcasm could be sensed a mile away. "Better think about what we're going to order. I don't want to spend an hour choosing a restaurant like last time."

"No way! You pick the food tonight, I'm picking the movie. We take turns." She reminded him, but at the same time turned on her phone in search of restaurants open at this hour, while Chuuya focused his gaze on the road.

"You fucking cheater. You picked the movie last time, and I ordered Chinese." Chuuya glanced at her in disbelief, slightly offended. "It was that weird vampire thriller. The one with the guy who was turned into a vampire and dragged into a game of life and death, remember? He drowned at the end."

"Oh yeah, It was a really good movie."

"Well it was good, I admit. But now it's my turn."

"Yeah, whatever." She rolled her eyes and dismissed the man with a wave of her hand. "You're going to pick some shit again anyway."

"Wow okay. First of all, rude. Second of all, I have incredible taste in movies, don't even try to deny it. That last one I picked was just a minor slip up."

"Yeah, right. Incredible taste in movies my ass. The only movies you ever want to watch are the mafia ones."

"Because they're good!"

"Dude, your life is one big mafia movie, don't you get tired of it?"

"Never."

Their light-hearted banter has become her new reality. So did sleepovers, breakfasts together, movie nights and going out to dinner when there happened to be a shorter day at work. Their daily routines already included the other person completely and they couldn't imagine it any other way.

Almost every morning, moments before sunrise, she was the one who would get up first. With a quiet step, she would go to the kitchen and prepare two coffees, knowing that Chuuya would get up soon after her. She would take one of the mugs and, as usual, go out on the balcony to watch the slowly awakening city. Waiting for him to join her in this morning ritual.

Even now, there still were moments when she thought about the past. She did not wallow in despair over it, but simply reminisced. Her mind couldn't stop painting those familiar brown eyes, as beautiful as they always were. Those eyes which with their ice-cold stare looked only for any sign of danger or a place to hide. She still remembered so clearly, how they were never focused on her, always somewhere else. Even in his embrace, she could never feel the soothing warmth radiating from his body. Always icy cold, just like his words and gaze, always uncertain, always harsh like the darkness of night. Maybe Dazai was not human after all.

Maybe Dazai was the winter. Gently drifting snow on Christmas Eve morning, adorning the eyelashes and hearts of rejoicing people. A child's joy at the thought of making a snowman and a snowball fight on a pleasant day. But at the same time, a blast of harsh frost, right after the setting of the sun. An unforgiving frost that seemed to cut the skin with ice grains. A terrifying snowstorm, ready to destroy everything in its path without regard for the consequences. Frostbitting the hands and chasing everyone away to take shelter in a warm house. Yeah, maybe he was not human, maybe he really was winter after all?

But if that was the case, why did his presence remind her so much of humanity? Why did he at times lift his mask and allow her to see his wounded soul? If he was not human, then why was there a piercing despair in his eyes? The kind of despair that could only appear in the eyes of a painfully human martyr hurt by the shards of a cracking fate and broken promises?

In the days when she had him by her side, she had not dwelt on the subject. She accepted him completely, embracing his crumbled pieces and trying to ease the pain at least a little. And in return, he showed her what it meant to have a home. A place where you can always come back, where you are fully accepted. He gave her the sense of belonging that she had so longed for all her life.

Perhaps it was because of his martyrdom that she felt so comfortable in his company. Without judging each other, they lived from day to day, hoping that during one of them they would see something more in this travesty called life. Secretly sent glances during mafia meetings, that only the two of them could understand. Nights covered in booze where their throats would get sore from shouting the words of songs. Walks along the riverbank and plans for the perfect suicide. Training together, going out for drinks, playing for hours in the arcade. Those were the good times.

But those pleasant moments were mingled with thorns driven into her heart whenever Dazai grew cold again. When his words evasively pushed her away, when he excluded her from his life and once again tried to solve everything alone, as the pain overwhelmed him and drowned him in the depths of hopelessness. He always wanted to be alone whenever the coldness was about to return again. The kind of coldness that no other human could survive. Or at least shouldn't have to survive.

He was so freezing, how had she not noticed that before? Maybe she was blinded by her own emptiness, or maybe she only noticed it the moment she had gone from frigid air to a heat she hadn't known until now. Maybe Dazai was frozen only in comparison to Chuuya's warmth.

Thousands of "what ifs" swirled around her and sometimes she liked to imagine different scenarios of her life. What if she had been a different person those many months ago? Would Dazai have considered staying in the mafia then? What if she had found out about Oda's death before Dazai? Would she be able to stop him? What if she had dropped everything and gone looking for him? Would she find him? And even if she did, what would she do? Was there anything she could have done differently? And honestly, was she really supposed to stop him? Would it be a good decision?

One thing she was absolutely sure of. If by some miracle it turned out that she could have stopped Dazai after all, she probably wouldn't want to know about it now. She can't turn back time and change the story. What's done is done. And that's it. So she left the past behind and moved on. Of course, some memories still paint a smile on her face and that will probably never change. At the end of the day, he was the first person to show her happiness. However, she wasn't longing for that anymore.

She built her life anew. Learned to see the positive in this turn of events. After all, if their story had played out differently, she would have missed the amazing moments that are now called everyday life.

And life at Chuuya's side was a little brighter. A little warmer. She felt so unimaginably human with him that sometimes she forgot what it was like to be a void. They floated together around the sufferings of life, in their worst moments looking only at each other. Never looking away. Always lifting each other up when fate crushed their shoulders and brought them to their knees. They were each other's safe haven. The only good thing in this merciless life.

Every moment had meaning. Dancing together in the middle of the kitchen in slippers and worn pajamas, waiting for the microwave popcorn to finish popping. Singing favorite songs from musicals with the obligatory overdramatic acting. Buying two coffees instead of one. On free weekends, which didn't happen very often, going to their favorite rented cottage and spending quality time in silence, surrounded by the serenity of nature. This was her new reality, one she once not even dared to dream of. Full of hope and a beautiful promise for the future.

If Dazai was the harsh cold of a winter night, Chuuya was the scent of spring lingering in the morning breeze.

And she realized that spring might be her favourite season.

a/n woow, a happy chapter? I really wonder what will happen in the next one....

also, thank you so much for so many notes on this series! I may plan something as a "thank you" soon, so stay tuned! see you in the next one, loves!

#dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bsd headcanons #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #dazai x you #chuuya x you #bsd angst #bungou stray dogs angst #dazai angst #chuuya angst #bsd series #xen|series

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xenia-cenia · 3 years

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New Hope - Platonic Q x Fem!Reader

A/N- this little bastard child is my kid now. i love them so much and will keep them safe. this doesnt have any editing btw just me wanting to keep this murder baby safe. please give them happiness like kyouka gets. please let someone show them love. p l ease?

Ability: Can ampilfy others abilites via touch

Trigger/Content Warnings: semi-angst, spoilers for the 3-way war, kidnapping, blood, swearing, torture, self-harm mention (its Q)

Word Count: 1,152

Request: NOPE

Summary: to ‘love’ is to be alive and luckily, love comes in many different ways.

Run.

The only thought that prolled you further through the woods. Branches tugged on your pants and ripped the seams. You were tired, you were bleeding, and if you stopped you were dead.

Run faster, idiot!

It was just supposed to be a nice stroll. A walk to relieve the stress you’d been feeling since the fighting started. Hell, why was the Mafia even involved in this? Why were they targeting you?

You bit your tongue, ignoring the metallic taste filling your mouth, and looked behind you. For a moment, you felt calm. You were in the middle of who-knows-where, theres no way the Guild could find you here. Right? Right.

With a deep breath, you let your shaky legs give out and collapsed onto the dirt. If you could just find your damn phone, you could call Chuuya and he’d get you out of here. Just like he always does. Haphazardly turning your pockets inside out did nothing more than increase your heart rate.

Stuck in the woods being chased by two strangers from an enemy organization was bad enough. Not being able to find your phone just made it worse.

“Fuck!” You punched a nearby tree, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Looking for this?” A smug voice startled you. Your eyes widened as you took heavy breaths. No. No, this is impossible. “(Y/N), you really did give us a good chase.”

“Nothing about it was good.” A mournful voice responded, “All I want to do is go home.”

“Ah, jeez, Lovecraft! We shouldn’t make our guest feel unwelcome... right?”

“What?” You piped in.

“Hey there friend,” the blond man took off his hat and pushed it against his chest, “Would you be so kind to come with us?”

“Fuck off.”

He frowned, “And here I thought we’d have a nice chat. Well, whatever. This way is more fun, anyway.”

A root shot from the ground, grabbing your wrist and twisting it backward. You yelled in pain and kicked at the root, attempting to pry it away from your wrist.

“You’re not one of those... moralists. You know why I’m doing this, right?” He shrugged and walked closer to you. “See, I have a family I care for. I really don’t give a damn what happens here.”

You glared at him, trying to clear the fear and pain from your eyes, and spit in his face.

“Ah...” He wiped the spit off and smiled widely, “Lovecraft, just don’t kill her.”

The tall gangly man approached you, his sunken eyes considering you with an eerie carelessness. Each step closer the more things you noticed. The subtle rattle of his bones, how he seemed to be making a concious effort to stop his arms from detatching. He leaned next to you and as you stared into his pitch black eyes, you had only one thought.

I am so fucked.

When you woke from a terrible slumber, you were sitting on a chair with vines keeping you in place and one hand uncomfortably outstretched in front of you.

The room was blurry for a moment. You heard talking, but all you could focus on was your discomfort. Where were you? What happened? As your vision began to clear, you spotted a distinic and familiar hair style.

“Q?” You spoke in a groggy voice.

The child snapped their head up, struggling against the cross position they were in. They didn’t say a word, only holding back tears and attempting to keep their eyes on you.

“Q, it-it’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.” You forced a comforting smile, “The Boss is probably making arrangents to save us right no-”

“Nobodies coming for you.” A familiar spoke. You hadn’t noticed him sitting happily on a nearby staircase, twirling his hat between his fingers, “And even if they did, it’d be too late.”

“Shut up.” You growled at him.

He feigned surprise, “Oh, (Y/N), you’re so cruel. How could you treat me like this when we’re teammates?”

“Like I’d ever work with you.” You punctuated your sentiment with a loud scoff and roll of your eyes.

“But- (Y/N), you already are.” He quickly closed the distance between the two of you and touched his finger against your palm. “Ding!”

For a moment, you were confused. But before you could think of a taunting comment, Q filled with room with screams and sobs.

“Wha-What the hell?!” You exclaimed and tried to move your hand away from his, “They’re just a kid!”

“A kid betrayed by god, himself.” He refused to make eye contact with you.

“Let go of me! Stop it! Yo-you can’t do this!”

“Why not?” His voice was dark, “They’re feeling the pain of every branch, root and flower in Yokohama. All they need to do is use their ability and it’ll stop.”

“You fucking liar!” You yelled.

“Liar?” He looked at you. “By amplifying my ability, you’re making this worse. If I’m a liar, than you’re a no-good rotten traitor.”

You stared in terror at Qs quivering form, hoping for a miracle. Some sort of proof that somebody is coming to help.

But nobody came.

For multiple days you and Q cowered in the basement, you trying to comfort Q as they came closer and closer to giving in and the blond man occasionally showing up to grab your outstretched hand to put Q in more pain.

You were sleep deprived. You were furious. You were desperate. You were running out of hope.

And while seeing your facade of hope flicker, Q gave in. Moments after, the vines encasing the two of you retreated into the floor giving you time to grab Q before they hit the ground.

“Did you...?”

They nodded, their voice scratchy after constant crying, “I just wanted it to stop.”

“I know, I know...” you pulled them close and ran your finger through your hair.

“I’m sorry.” They clutched your shoulder and collapsed into your touch, “I’m sorry.”

“We need to get out of here. Do you feel okay enough to walk?” They shook their head, and you nodded. “That’s alright. I can carry you.” You went to stand, but the clutched your shirt tighter and whimpered softly. With a sad smile, you decided it couldn’t be so bad as to stay like this for a little while.

Not very long after, Q fell asleep. You softly rolled up their sleeves and removed any wire or blades wrapped around their arms, chucking them to the side. Slowly, you stood making sure Qs head was comfortably resting on your shoulder, and you trudged up the stairs.

As you saw the sunlight, Q began to stir in your arms. You looked at them and felt a whisper of pride.

“I’ll keep you safe, Yumeno.” You spoke, “I’ll prove to you that no god has betrayed you. You’re going to be okay.”

Their eyes fluttered open, “Promise?”

You laughed softly, “On my life.”

#not even sure what to tag this as #platonic x reader #ADOPTING A CHILD GOES RIGHT #MURDER BABY????#platonic q x reader #platonic kyusaku yumeno x reader #platonic bsd x reader #yumeno kyusaku bsd #*kissies their forehead* its okay to be scared and im so proud of you youre so brave #is this possibly me projecting onto this murder baby? maybe. will that stop me? nope #please send me q in sibling dynamics #please #i am begging

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bittersweetmorality · 3 years

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OMG CAN U PLS WRITE A SUB CHUUYA SMUT I BEG

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE BABIE!! sub chuuya is my favorite chuuya 😋😋 sorry this took so long !! i was actually admitted to the hospital and .. YUH so i haven't been able to do literally anything for a bit. but ! i back. also i was listening to the Mitski cover of Let's Get Married the entire time i wrote this ANYWAY i hope u enjoy ^_^

— i'm going to take such good care of you, baby~ pt. 1

☾ pairing: sub!chuuya x GN!Reader (f!bodied reader in the next part, but no pronouns specified in either)

☾ summary: chuuya wants you to take care of him

☾ warnings: very suggestive themes, but no explicit smut (yet), making out, i think that's it

☾ a/n: HIHI Y'ALL. i'm currently writing the second part and it's basically finished, i just thought the only way to pace this fic out was by separating it into two part-- idk why it just seemed off to me if it wasn't. BUT ANYWAY ! SECOND PART OUT VERY VERY SOON !!! and it's literally filthy like ... lord have mercy

☾ w/c: 1,358

| PART TWO |

the entire evening, chuuya was barely being subtle about his feelings— his desire. light touches on your thigh that lasted a little too long not to arouse suspicion, kisses that lingered farther than they should’ve, and the dark look in his eyes as his gaze drank your figure.

even the most oblivious person could tell what was going on— chuuya was never one to hide his feelings, anyway. even at an extravagant event like the annual port mafia gala, he still managed to show enough PDA to make anyone uncomfortable.

pressing you against him on the dance floor, trying his best to subtly (but failing miserably) grind against you, bringing his face down to your neck.

“chuuya!” you yelped, as he nipped a small mark against your collarbone. “i told you, we’re leaving soon, can’t you calm down for just another 10 minutes?”

you weren’t against PDA— of course not. you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be his girlfriend. but, you just wished that he would be professional for this one night and hold himself together so you didn’t have to shield your eyes from the stares of mafia members.

“aw, are you flustered?” his movements were slightly sloppy from his light alcohol consumption, and you could feel his smirk against your skin. you scoffed, placing your hands on his shoulders and pushing ever so slightly for him to look you in the eyes.

he didn’t move an inch.

“no. i’m not flustered, chuuya,” you tried again, with more force this time. “i just—“ again. he still didn’t budge.

with a huff, and your patience running dangerously thin, you grabbed his chin harshly. his eyes instantly met yours, big and full of surprise.

“we’re going. now.” your voice wasn’t loud, but it would be nothing if not powerful; stern.

you had his undivided attention now.

he blinked dumbly a few times before snapping back to reality, and doing his best to regain some semblance of composure “ahem— the gala doesn’t end for another half an hour, babe. we’re in no rush, are we~” he moved in to steal another kiss, his eyes dark and his hands lingering.

your jaw tensed, and your grip on him even rougher now, “did you hear what i said? now.” you nothing but growled lowly in his ear.

you swear you could hear his breath hitch in his throat, but at that moment your frustration ran far too high to find the means to care. you grabbed his hand, speeding to the front hostess, and giving her a half-hearted ‘thank you,’ as she returned your fancy dress-coats.

as the two of you rode back to your shared apartment, the tension in the air could be sliced with a knife. you noticed that way the red-head seemed to shrink in the passenger seat; but most certainly not out of fear. intimidated was the better word— and as if he wanted to know what you were going to do next.

you’ve never acted like this before, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it.

“chuuya, baby, why didn’t you listen to me when I told you to tone it down?” you questioned. your tone wasn’t completely calmed down yet, but it was significantly more gentle than at the event.

he scoffed, “can’t help it when you dressed up like that, doll~” he attempted at teasing you and taking more control, despite his inner dilemma.

something about the way he thought he always had complete control just made you want to ruin him. you just gave him a small smile, planting a small kiss on his cheek and saying nothing else.

by the end of the night, you just knew you would make sure he listened to every command you gave him.

for the remainder of the way home, you barely gave him any attention, simply turning on your music and keeping your focus on the road. his neediness didn’t subside; if anything, it only got more heated. he still had one hand on your thigh, stroking lightly and squeezing occasionally, whispering sweet nothings like, ‘can’t wait to get you home,’ and ‘want you so bad.’

you couldn’t agree more.

finally unlocking the front door and stepping in, you were instantly met with a messy kiss from chuuya, his arms beginning to snake around your waist.

oh god, was your patience running thin with him tonight.

you grabbed him by both of his wrists, pinning them by the sides of his head and looking him straight in the eyes, “you should know by now, you’re not calling the shots tonight, baby.”

chuuya was never one to give up quickly, you knew. it wasn’t going to be easy to get him to submit to you, but damnit, you were going to make this man beg on his knees for you to fuck him.

he groaned into your mouth as you kissed him roughly, gently poking your tongue out to brush against his pink lips in question. instead, his lips sealed immediately, breaking away from your kiss and looking into your eyes with a dark gaze.

oh, you knew this would be difficult.

“let go of my hands,” he growled.

“or what? what’re you gonna do about it, sweetheart?” you cooed in his ear. you could feel his muscles tense under your hold as if he was about to break out, but you quickly moved in retaliation. You caged him in with your body and bringing your knee up to brush against his growing bulge. “hm... you want me to let go, but it seems like you’re enjoying this just as much as i am, sweetheart~”

his brow quirked upward, the way it does when he doesn’t know what to say for himself. his body was betraying him. without realizing it, he was finally able to submit to you— throughout the entire evening, the butterflies in the pit of his stomach were purely anticipation.

anticipation for what you were going to do to him.

yet, he still attempted to break out of your hold, feeling the strain in your hold. he was much stronger than you-- you both were well aware of this. if he really wanted to break out and take control, he could. of course, you wouldn't let this remain unspoken between you.

"something the matter, hun?~ you want your hands free?" you whisper, letting your voice run low and your breath fan against his ear, "hm? if you want it so bad, then do it. you know i wouldn't stop you~"

you gave him his time, never rushing him to make the final decision, you wanted chuuya to as comfortable and content with everything.

suddenly, you felt the tension in his wrists go limp. you expected to feel reluctance radiating from him, in his eyes, in his actions. instead, you were met with his blue eyes, big and round and trusting. he relaxed into you.

he was yours.

you chuckled lowly in his ear, basking in your victory for a short moment before beginning to lead him to your shared bedroom. you wanted to make sure the entire experience was perfect,

just for him.

suddenly, you felt a light tug against the fingers wrapped around your hand, ever so slight that if you weren't giving him your undivided attention, you may have missed it.

you looked back at your boyfriend, immediately being able to pinpoint his nervousness.

"hey... chuuya, baby," you whisper, cupping his face gently. "if you don't want to do this, that's okay. hm? i promise, okay?"

he moved his gaze up to meet your eyes earnestly.

"take care of me... please," he said under his breath.

your heart swelled at his words. you knew just how much courage it took for him to say it, and how much trust he had in you for him to mean it.

"oh, honey... don't you worry..." you coo, pulling him flush against you, chest-to-chest. despite his nervous appearance, you could feel his arousal press up against you-- straining against his slacks. oh, he definitely wanted this.

"i'm going to take such good care of you, baby~"

masterlist

#chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya drabble #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya x y/n #bsd imagines #bsd fanfic #bsd x you #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bsd smau #morality.reqs

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sirenascales · 3 years

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-> double black [part five] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

The killer is revealed! What surprises are in store? [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

2,420 words

warning: mentions of domestic violence and rape, violence and straight up murder

note: here we go... this is the second to last chapter :) hope you all enjoy reading! no smut again lol

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"This place... is creepy as hell," I mumbled under my breath, glancing curiously over at Dazai as we climbed out of the car and started walking towards the large abandoned factory. "Are you sure this is where Ranpo told us to go?"

"Yep~ He's usually never wrong, so there must be something here we can find~" Dazai sang, nonchalantly walking inside the factory. I sighed deeply and quickly followed him, shivering at the creepy aura it gave off.

"Ugh, does somebody really hide out here? It's giving me the creeps," I whined, hugging myself and rubbing my hands up and down my arms.

"What if there are ghosts here?" Dazai wondered and I shuddered deeply, fear striking my heart at the mere thought.

"Don't say that!"

"Will you two shut up?" A third voice spoke up and my eyes widened in surprise.

"Chuuya? What are you doing here? And... who's that?"

In the middle of the factory, Chuuya stood before a man tied up to a single chair, a linen bag over his head. Chuuya had a deep frown on his face, obviously extremely irritated with something.

"Wh-who is that?! Please, help me!" The man begged, howling in pain when Chuuya kicked him in the stomach.

"Shut the hell up!"

"Is that the one?" Dazai asked and Chuuya nodded. I looked at them in confusion.

"The one... what?"

"This," Chuuya started. "Is the one that's been stealing from the Port Mafia for well over a year. Along with that bastard Taichi."

My jaw fell open in shock, not expecting that at all. "Wh-what do you mean stealing?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. Taichi was in charge of moving product and bringing back the cash from the Northern area of the city. He's been getting his hands in the product, selling them little by little on the side to line his pockets." Chuuya seemed to grow angrier and angrier by the second as he explained. "We've been investigating that thief for three months and we finally pieced it together. Thanks to you." Chuuya's angry gaze is now on me and I feel my heart drop to the ground.

"What do you mean? Me?" I stuttered, looking over to the man as he began to struggle in his chair. He rocked from side to side, pleading loudly for his life.

"Please, let me go!"

There was a large bang! followed by a scream as Chuuya swiftly brought out a handgun, shooting the man right in the head. I was the one who screamed.

"I hate disloyalty," Chuuya spat, his voice cold. His equally icy glare narrowed on Dazai, who didn't even react to the man being killed, unlike myself. My now shaking hands were clamped over my mouth, in shock by what I've just witnessed.

"So tell me," Chuuya began, now turning to face me. "How is it that you knew that Taichi was meeting a drug dealer... the dead man at your feet specifically?" He didn't even give me a chance to answer before he continued. "How did you know that? Were you there?"

I rapidly shook my head, heart thudding in my chest. "No!" I exclaimed, taking a step back.

"Really? Taichi was killed in the South. That wasn't his area, and he wasn't even assigned to move the product. Hasn't been for months since the investigation started." Chuuya's voice was even, and it sent shivers down my spine. I took another step back. "Well? Explain yourself."

I gulped, absolute fear coursing through my body. I could feel the sweat slide down my temple and. "W-well, I overheard him talking about what he does for you. So! I just assumed..."

Chuuya scoffed, laughing dryly. "Plausible, yes." He dug into his coat's inner pocket and I gasped sharply when he held up my knife. I was stunned, thinking I had lost it, but Chuuya had it all along. Suddenly, that day I went to visit him in his office ran through my head, and I realized that was when I last saw my knife. Fuck.

I felt a sense of dread wash over me.

"I know you take excellent care of this knife, clean it regularly. Except for the blood in the hilt."

"And the bloody clothes I found under the sink in your bathroom," Dazai finally spoke up and I gasped sharply. "You probably should have thrown those clothes away before you had me sleep over. You know I like to snoop," He continued on as I clenched my shaking fists. Dazai circled around so he and Chuuya now stood before me, tall and intimidating. "You're the killer, aren't you? Actually, you don't have to answer that. We already know that you are."

I didn't say anything, my lips pulled in a thin line as I stared at the ground. I started to breathe a bit heavily, heart pounding and my blood boiling with the anger and rage I tried to keep at bay from the moments I wake up in the morning to the time I go to sleep at night.

"Well?" Chuuya yelled, growling. "Aren't you gonna say anything?! You killed him!"

I lifted my head up, and the two men looked genuinely surprised at the look in my face, eyes dark and narrow and full of anger. I was seething, but I couldn't help the sick, twisted smile that grew on my face. "And what if I did?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "Hell hath no fury, right?"

Suddenly, there was an almost inhuman shriek as a figure jumped out from behind the men, knife brandished and slicing right at Dazai. Dazai luckily dodged it, the figure landing on its feet before standing tall. Dazai and Chuuya are both shocked, as they now stared at the perfect clone of myself. The clone didn't give Dazai any time to process, running towards him again and slicing almost wildly with the knife in hand.

"My, what a turn of events!" Dazai exclaimed a bit excitedly, taking in my clone's features. She looked exactly like me, except she looked more wild, her face contorted into one full of rage, anger and anguish with a seemingly endless stream of tears pouring down her face. Her movements were erratic, cries leaving her mouth as she lunged for the attack.

Meanwhile, I had engaged in a fight with Chuuya, but even I could immediately tell just how outmatched I was and that I had no hopes of beating him. Still, I threw a punch at him, able to get him right in his cheek, but he quickly retaliated with a harsh kick to my side. I cried out in pain, clutching my side.

"Are you crazy," Chuuya hissed. "Ability user or not, I'm one of the best martial artists in the Port Mafia! You're not beating me!" He dodged yet another of my punches, jumping back before he kicked me again right on my torso. I grunted in pain, falling on one knee.

"I'm afraid I don't like you," Dazai told my clone as he ducked down to dodge a wild swing. He quickly shot up, successfully headbutting the clone. She cried out in pain, covering her face with her hands as she fell back, Dazai reaching out to grab one of her wrists. As soon as he did so, she disappeared, his ability coming into effect. He let out a tired whew! dusting his hands off before turning to the fight between Chuuya and I.

Even if Chuuya did outmatch me, I tried to keep fighting him, until he suddenly grabbed me and threw me hard on the ground. I gasped, the wind knocked out of me. "Fuck!" I cursed, struggling to breathe as I tried to stand up. I am forced right back on my knees, a hand pressing on my neck. My anger disappeared, and by then, I knew that it was Dazai.

Now that all my anger, and fury was gone, all I had left was the immeasurable despair that settled in my chest, tears now freely sliding down my cheeks. I couldn't stop my sobbing, feeling the two men's wide eyes on me.

"He was beating her!" I cried out, just desperate for them to hear me out before they passed their judgements on me. "Taichi... was beating Keiko and... I never knew! She's been my best friend ever since I moved here and I never had a clue! Not one! Until that day she called me.. when I was at your place," I glanced at Dazai, lip quivering as I struggled to continue. "I went home and when she came over... I knew something was wrong I... then she took off her clothes and there wasn't an inch of her skin below her neck that wasn't covered in bruises I-"

I choked up, covering my face as I started to sob uncontrollably, the pain of once seeing my friend who was so full of life, looking like a scared, beaten animal as she stood before me. As I cried, Dazai and Chuuya looked at each other, just stunned beyond words.

"I knew..." I spoke up after a moment. "That one of these days, he would actually kill her. That's why she was so afraid to leave him. He was already beating her, and raping her, what would stop him from killing her if she defied him?! Huh?!" Even with Dazai still holding onto the back of my neck, I started to grow angry. "So, I killed him. I killed him before he could have a chance to kill her!" I then stared at Chuuya in his blue eyes. "And I'll do it again."

"After Taichi dropped Keiko off at my apartment, I snuck out through the emergency stairwell and back exit to follow him. The building is old, so I knew there were no cameras."

I carefully kept the hood of my hoodie over my head as I followed Taichi from a distance, a determined look on my face, one that said that I will not stop.

I soon followed him into the alleyway, where I hid behind a dumpster and watched him do his drug deal. He was grinning and laughing, acting smug and it was honestly fucking disgusting.

"I waited until he was completely alone before confronting him. He didn't expect to see me at all."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Taichi demanded, glaring at me. He wasn't that nice, friendly guy he played himself to be anymore. "What the fuck are you doing in Port Mafia business?"

"I honestly don't give a fuck about the Port Mafia. I do give a fuck about Keiko, and you're going to stay the fuck away from her."

He just stared at me, before he threw his head back and laughed loudly. "Okay... okay, stupid bitch. That was kind of funny. Just go back home before--"

"And before he could finish his sentence, my clone stabbed him right in his back."

I watched Taichi fall to the ground, my clone falling on top of him, shrieking as she stabbed him over and over again in a rage filled flurry. There was blood everywhere, some even spraying on my clothes as I watched.

Then, I stepped closer, pulling out my knife and landing one more final blow right in his chest, killing him.

"And he was as good as dead."

"... was Keiko in on this?"

Keiko opened the door to my apartment, letting me rush inside before closing and locking the door. She turned to look at me, eyes wide as she took in the blood on my clothes.

"Did... did you..." she stuttered softly, and I nodded.

"He's dead."

Keiko burst into tears.

"You know the answer to that already."

I was sitting on the ground now, head hung low as I stared at my hands. "I killed someone," I said softly, eyes burning with tears as I clenched my fists. "But when it comes to the people I love... I will do it again. So," I turned to Dazai. "Turn me into the police." I then turned to Chuuya. "Or just shoot me in the fucking head. I'm not strong enough against either of you... I just ask that you keep Keiko out of this. She has suffered far too much already."

I kept my head down, Chuuya and Dazai standing above me. Chuuya had a displeased look on his face, though Dazai's expression looked a bit forlorn.

"You'd do anything to protect your friends," Dazai stated and I looked up at him, looking broken, and small. Dazai gritted his teeth, frowning deeply.

"This is so fucked up," Chuuya grumbled, his mind moving at a mile a second as he rubbed his temples. Taichi was as good as dead anyways, seeing as him stealing from the Port Mafia was punishable by death. So what the hell is he supposed to do now? Chuuya growled in frustration.

"Did you guys..." I started, voice small as a thought plagued my mind. "...know all along...?" I bit my lip, keeping my gaze on the floor. "And when we-"

"It's not what you think," Dazai spoke up, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "You were just sloppy. But I don't blame you for panicking, bella."

"I knew as soon as you brought up the drug deal," Chuuya spoke up and I scoffed, laughing at my own stupidity. "I just wanted to fuck you 'cause of that dress."

Dazai snorted while I couldn't help the short laugh that escaped my mouth despite the situation. I shook my head, sighing deeply. I just decided to accept their answer, as this wasn't the right time to dwell upon my insecurities. I glanced over to the dead body of Taichi's accomplice, thinking he was probably going to die by the Port Mafia's hand anyway.

Dazai followed my gaze, tilting his head a bit as he tapped his chin. "There is no DNA evidence," Dazai recalled and Chuuya narrowed his eyes at him.

"Yeah, so?" he replied, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

"So," Dazai started, glancing over at me still on the ground. "There is no proof of her involvement. Man, just what will I tell the Boss now?!" Dazai threw his hands up dramatically, Chuuya's eye twitching in annoyance.

Still, the Executive kept his mouth shut, taking in the meaning of Dazai's words. Then, he looked over at me, blue eyes staring me down before his lips twitched upwards a bit.

"Oh yeah... I won the race."

-End

tags in replies!!

#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #yeehaw!!!

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straycat-writes · 4 years

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Hello! Requests are open right? This is my first time requesting something so I'm sorry if I made a mistake👉👈 Can you do a scenario or HCs on Chuuya with a female s/o where they just cuddle? fluff please like, extra fluff🥺 thankyou!

love beyond forever (nakahara chuuya)

When out and about with you, he tries to keep PDA to a minimum. He’s a tough, mafia executive, he has an image to uphold, goddamnit.

Behind the safety of your own home, however, things are different.

“Chuuya?”

“Yes, doll?”

“Come lay with me,” you smile at him, patting the space beside you on the bed.

He was fresh out of the shower, wearing only sweatpants and drying his hair with a white towel. It was a good thing it was late at night and you were too tired to look at him properly because shirtless Chuuya is a surefire to set fire to your fragile self-restraint and sanity. Sometimes, you swear he does this stuff on purpose.

Instead of being surprised by your words, however, he just returned them with a gentle smile. “Of course.”

It had been a long day for both of you, and staying away from each other for long periods of time always tends to make both of you restless, so you were grateful for whatever quiet moments of intimacy you did get to share with him.

He slid into bed under the covers beside you, and you immediately leaned against him with a contented smile.

“Long day?” He murmured, caressing your hair slowly.

“Mhm,” you looked up at him with a sleepy, doe-eyed expression. “I missed you.”

When you wrapped an arm around him, you could feel him shiver slightly under your touch. You tightened your hold, nuzzling into his neck. He smelled like pines and citrus shampoo and himself, so much that it made you dizzy.

“I love you,” you whispered against his collarbone, “so much.”

If you hadn’t been so close to him, you wouldn’t have been able to pick up on the way he stilled momentarily, as if almost forgetting to breathe. Then he relaxed and pulled you closer in his arms, breathing in deeply into your hair. “I love you too.”

You don’t need fancy words from him—though, contrary to what people might believe, Chuuya is extremely good at waxing poetics when he wants to—in fact, you’ve never needed him to say anything at all. Just the fact that he’s here, in your arms, heart right next to your ear where you can hear its comforting thump-thump is enough for you. But Chuuya always makes it a point to let you know that he cares. Perhaps because ever since he was a child, nobody ever let him know that they cared.

He is always the one caring for everyone. The thought feels like a knife driving through your heart.

And so, you say it to him again. “I love you.”

Over and over again. Against his cheek, against his collarbone, against the corner of his lips. I love you, I love you, I love you. You repeat it like a prayer, a revered hymn that you will never let go out of existence.

He had once told you that he would love you till the day he died. Even mentioning the notion of him dying had distressed you greatly, and you had frowned and immediately put a hand on his mouth to shut him up. He had laughed. “Everybody dies someday, sweetheart.”

“Not you. You don’t get to die,” you had huffed, then mumbled, “At least... not before me.”

“Fine, then. I will die exactly a second after you do, and mark my words, that one second that I would spend without you would be the most excruciating second of my life.”

You had started crying at that, and right then there, had vowed that if Nakahara Chuuya was going to love you till the day he died, then you would love him even after that. You would love him into the afterlife, across space and time, across the universe, right into other realities. You would find him and love him in every time, every universe, and you would not let a day pass by when you don’t let him know that. Never again.

The last thing you feel is the soft touch of his lips right on top your head, before sleep finally takes you, and wrapped up in the covers, in his arms, in him, you feel warm.

#nakahara chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #drabble

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maryniss · 3 years

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Wine, Kids and Italian Rock

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Summary: Chuuya and Maneskin. That’s it.

Relationships: Dazai Osamu X Nakahara Chuuya

Tags: Fluff, Maneskin, Soukoku adopted Child, dazai and chuuya are amazing dads

Notes: embarrassed myself further on here too, you know

Because a glass of wine and some good music could solve everything; Chuuya didn’t think so, he knew it from experience. He threw the keys from his apartment somewhere far away; he will regret it later, but at that moment it didn’t really seem to be something important. He took his coat off and this time he was more careful with it and gently laid it down onto the couch from his big living room. He sighed and massaged his temples before dropping to one knee and pulling out a bottle of wine from his drawer and a glass.

“Dada!”

A small voice rang through the apartment and Chuuya’s first reaction was to hide the wine, but it was too late. The little devil saw it first.

“Dada, dada, drinking juice again? Why you can and I can’t? You always say I am going to get a stomachache.” Chuuya rose to his feet and put the glass and the bottle down onto the small table. He then ruffled the girl’s dark hair; his girl’s hair because now it was his, his child and he couldn’t be happier. The little one smiled showing her small teeth and Chuuya shivered. Little kids sure were terrifying and he would love to not experience if they could protect themselves or not.

“No, honey, this is different, uhm… When you grow up, you will also be able to drink without getting stomachaches.” The little girl pouted as he filled his glass.

The sun has long been gone from the sky and now that he was thinking… Klara should have also been in bed for some time. He sighed and put the glass back onto the table and took the little girl into his arms. She giggled and Chuuya smiled.

“Where is your papa, dear?” The girl looked away and Chuuya looked in the direction of the bedroom knowingly.

“He has fallen asleep again, didn’t he?” Klara still didn’t look at him, but she nodded, almost as if she was terrified her papa would get in trouble if she got his secret out. Chuuya kissed Karla on the cheek and let her down from his arms.

“And wouldn’t you also like to go to sleep?” Klara shook her head, but before she could say anything else Chuuya whoosh-ed her to go to bed, gently pushing her from behind.

“Darling, go and then dada will come too.” But the girl was still as a stone and Chuuya was still afraid of her sharp-like teeth. He groaned and he then gave up. Chuuya put his hands on his shoulders and looked authoritatively at Klara that only beamed at him, a golden aura surrounding her.

Chuuya’s heart melted at the sight. Chuuya’s heart ached at the sight.

“Ok, but you won’t stay much longer…”

“Dada! Dada!” Chuuya sipped from his glass of wine and closed his eyes.

“Yes, love?”

“Papa told me…” Klara leaned over and whispered into Chuuya’s ear something even the moon and the stars that could be seen from Chuuya’s apartment were curious about. After the girl finished what he had to say, Chuuya lazily opened his eyes and smirked and now the moon and the stars were even more curious.

“So that’s what he said?” Klara nodded energetically, fidgeting somehow nervously with her small hands.

“He told me that you would get angry if I told you about this, but I couldn’t resist, Dada!”

Chuuya smiled because he was too tired to actually do something else. His mind was filled with the blurry images of younger versions of both him and Dazai, drunk or high, or maybe both, dancing almost naked on the tables of a bar in Paris, swimming together under the shy moon, images of them smiling and then….

‘That bastard.’

Chuuya hmph-ed and he leaned back on the sofa.

“I could never get angry at you, honey. I really love you so you know,” murmured he. His conscience was telling him to not go to sleep, to not leave a child alone in an apartment with an open wine bottle, to not let his child alone in an apartment with an open wine bottle…

But he was so sleepy! So tired, his eyelids felt dry and he didn’t want anything more than to keep them closed forever.

“Dada, dada, let’s dance together!” The next thing Chuuya knew, he was on the floor and Klara was throwing small punches at him, surprisingly strong ones for a three year old kid.

“Only the will I go to sleep, Dada! Come on, come on!” shouted she as she tried to pull Chuuya up onto his feet. Chuuya was feeling dizzy and he got up with a lot of effort, his eyes hazy, sleep still lingering onto his persona.

“But, sweetie…” he yawned and he dragged his feet to where his daughter was leading him. “ Sweetie, dada is tired… FUCK!” Chuuya slapped his mouth as soon as that word left his mouth. He made a pact with Klara; if he would ever to swear, then he would have to put a dollar into a bank account that it would later be hers. Chuuya hadn’t paid very much attention when the girl asked him about it; and now he totally regretted it.

He also had to keep his promise. How would it look if he didn’t? Every father wanted to be the hero of their children, every father wanted to be the best in their eyes.

But how could Chuuya not swear when the fucking keys literally stabbed hit foot?? When he threw his key, he knew he would regret it.

Now he did. With all of his heart. And every nerve in his body that stopped him from throwing the key out of the window.

“Dada…” Klara looked at him disappointed and his heart squeezed. He then hurried his daughter in the living room.

“So, you wanted to dance?” Klara didn’t forgot, of course the little devil didn’t, but she decided to save her father some face and screamed:

“Yes! Let’s dance, Dada!” Chuuya smiled and sighed; he escaped a disaster.

“Ok the, let’s see… Ah, yeah perfect!” He smiled as the music filled the room.

Did Dazai sleep right in the room next to him? Did Chuuya care? Maybe. Did he turn the volume at max? Yes.

Klara seemed to be enjoying the music, smiling and dancing clumsily, clearly not familiar with the genre. But she was still laughing and she still was Chuuya’s daughter and he hoped moments like these could last forever and he hoped that she would never grow up and he hoped she will come back to him like this, he hoped that she will forever be his daughter and maybe while Chuuya watched her trying to dance, a tear slipped from his eye. Maybe, because he was facing the moon backwards and no one could ever know.

His heart was already a dark sea.

“Darling, come here!” shouted Chuuya over the music as Klara jumped into his arms. He spun around with her and she giggled and Chuuya laughed whole heartedly. He took her small hand into his and looked into her eyes and sang and screamed at the same time.

Sono fuori di testa, ma diverso da loro E tu sei fuori di testa, ma diversa da loro Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro

Klara also screamed something incorrigible and she almost bumped her head into Chuuya’s.

“Turn that off!” Chuuya looked over to see Dazai standing in the door, his arms crossed to his chest, his hair still ruffled from his early sleep.

‘Cute.’

Chuuya only smirked mischievously at him and bent his knees, imitating a guitar and screaming some random Italian phrases with Klara still into his arms. The girl laughed and sometimes hiccupped and Dazai’s heart ached so bad that he thought he might just claw it out from his chest.

His two universes; so pathetic; he couldn’t believe that his world really was so small. He was disappointed in himself. He was loving himself for what he was.

Chuuya was flying a little bit above the ground now, completely lost, completely disconnected from the world.

The song came to an end and he sat down with Klara still into his arms. The girl had fallen asleep somehow. Dazai moved to take her into his arms.

“I’m going to put her into bed.” He tried to push away the images of a younger Chuuya and a younger he fooling into a bar from Paris, he tried to push away the thought of them swimming together and he didn’t succeed.

Chuuya was sweaty and exhausted and he gladly handed over the little devil.

“Go and take a shower,” whispered Dazai as he walked with Klara into his arms towards the bedroom. “Also your taste in music is shit.” Chuuya laughed and then a long silence followed.

“Pour me a glass of wine and wait for me.”

Because a glass of wine and some good music could solve everything; Chuuya didn’t think so, he knew it from experience.

Notes: yes they did fuck on maneskin songs that night

#chuuya nakara #Dazai Osamu #soukoku #bsd fic

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animepreferences · 4 years

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P R E F E R E N C E #4 - U N P R E T T Y

A K U T A G A W A

“You can’t just keep running away from me.” You would finally break the deafening silence, your hand grasping onto his wrist preventing him from walking away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Akutagawa would argue stubbornly, ripping his hand away from you. “This. This is exactly what I’m talking about. The second things get uncomfortable, you leave me. You leave me here to worry, to fret, to make myself sick over whether or not you’re safe.” Towards the end of your statement, your voice would grow thick with emotion, the tears betraying you as they rushed to the surface of your eyes. You didn’t like arguing with him. You didn’t like spending your limited time being upset with one another, but this was necessary. Communication was necessary. “I’m going crazy, Aku. Just please. Please let me in and then maybe I could understand, maybe I could help. I just feel like you’re holding me captive here,” Akutagawa would let out a dark, humorless snort as he would turn around to stare at you menacingly. “Captive? Prisoner? Worry? What you don’t understand is that I’m trying to keep you safe. There is a big fat target on my back at all times, Y/N. And because you’re stupid enough to associate with me, that means there’s one on your back as well. Do you have any idea how much I worry about you? How often I rack my brain trying to assure that your safety comes first?” His words were laced with desperation, his hard exterior crumbling before your eyes as you watched him deteriorate. This was the first time he had really let his guard down to tell you all this. “Aku, I can take care of myself—“

“I don’t think you understand that you are my life now, Y/N. I will protect you at all costs. I will do whatever it takes. You-You don’t see the monsters I see everyday, you don’t know of how ugly this world really is. The only reason why I know is because I am the ugly and the evil.” Dropping his head in his hands, your mouth would drop. How could he say that about himself? “You are not ugly and evil. You’re good. Your heart is warm, and your soul is pure. You’ve just been through a lot and have some wounds to heal and that’s why I’m here.” Lifting his chin with your thumb and forefinger, you would be surprised by the tears that trickled down his cheeks. “I just wish you knew how much you mean to me. I’m not doing all of this to make you feel imprisoned, I’m just trying to protect you.” He would sniffle, tortured eyes locking on your own. “I know you are. I’m sorry for getting upset with you. I just need an explanation as to why all of this is necessary, Aku, you understand, correct?” You would ask, watching as he nodded his head slowly. “I just don’t want to lose you.” He would whisper softly, his eyes darting away from yours that were filled with compassion and understand that he just felt he didn’t deserve. “You’re never gonna lose me.” Were your last words before you pressed your lips to his, electricity radiating through both of your body’s.

D A Z A I

“I can see so much going on in that head of yours.” You would smooth the wrinkles between his furrowed brows, your fingertips gently tracing down his face. “And yet, you continue to selfishly keep me out. Quit leaving me in the dark, Dazai. Please let me know the real you.” Your pleading words would cause him to wince, his eyes clamping shut in pain. You wanted to know the real him, but were you prepared? Prepared to know who he really was? Prepared to know what he’d done? Prepared to know that he himself was a killer? “There are things that are better unheard and unsaid sometimes.” Turning back to his desk, his face white as a ghost, you would stare at him first in shock then with anger. “You know what? Enough.” Slamming his laptop closed and pushing the papers off the desk in a blinding rage, you would swing his chair around so that he was forced to look at you. “I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of not being able to help you. Enough of watching the pain in your eyes knowing there’s not a damn thing I can do to help you recover from the things that you have seen. I want to help you. I don’t care if you think I’ll see you differently, I don’t care if you expose me to something that you don’t think I’m prepared for, all I care about is you and you alone. And I’m exhausted of trying to read between the lines. I’m not Rampo, Dazai. You need to free yourself at once and tell me before it’s too late because I swear to god if I have to be the one that buries you six feet under, I’m going to piss on your grave.” These were words he had never knew you were capable of saying, the harshness intertwined with the urgency showing him that you were no longer going to endure being left in the dark. It was words he never wanted to hear, but words he needed to. Words to know that you meant business for once and for all. Dropping before you to his knees, he would clutch your slacks with his fists, tears racking through his body as he hid his face in your knees. “D-Dazai...”You would say in surprise never seeing him before in this state. Hands finding your way to his head, your fingers would stroke through his shaggy locks desperately trying to calm him but it wouldn’t let out. Soon, you would join him on the ground where he would tell you his story without breaking eye contact the entire time, fearful the moment he looked away you would have time to perceive him as the monster he knew he was. “You are a different person now, my love. Nothing will ever change what you mean to me. Your heart is pure.” You would utter, pulling him to your chest as you comforted his tortured soul. It was not too often Dazai allowed you to coddle him as he always enjoyed the feeling of coddling you, but this time he was too tired to fight it. Relaxing into your arms, he would let out a sigh, his eyes closing as he drank in your sweet aroma. “Don’t ever leave me Y/F/N. I really think my reason to exist would cease completely the day you were to walk away.” Pressing his head against your heart, he would sigh peacefully at the soft thuds, thankful he had you in his life. “I will never leave, Osamu Dazai. Not ever.”

C H U U Y A

“What is wrong with you?” His words would be calm, though it would be blatantly obvious that a storm was brewing behind his words, the anger building with each syllable. “You always asks me what’s wrong, what’s going on, if I’m okay when you should really be asking yourself that. What’s wrong with you, Y/N? Are you really so mentally unhinged that you would really allow yourself to stay with someone who’s main purpose in life is to serve the Port Mafia to kill and to be a weapon? Do you really even hear yourself sometimes?” His words were cruel, his temper unyielding as he stared spitefully back at you hoping to warrant some kind of reaction. Much to his dismay, however, you would simply just stand there, staring back at him blankly. “Are you even listening to me? Y/N, I don’t understand how someone as intelligent as you could really choose to be so stupid. I am one of the most powerful people in this affiliation and with power comes danger, yet you stick around. You’re so idiotic and naive,” You could hear the desperation in his voice as you continued to stare at him, your eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “That is quite enough, Chuuya.” Taking a step towards him, he would gulp at the calmness in your eyes. How were you not even flinching at his words? “You may frighten everyone else, but you don’t for a second frighten me. I know who you are. I know what I was signing up for the moment I fell in love with you and learned the truth. I am not stupid. I am not dumb. I am not idiotic. I am not naive. Which is why I can see what you’re doing: you’re trying to push me away because YOU are the one that is scared. But you have met your match, Chuuya-San. Because I am just as stubborn as you and I will never allow you to push me away. So, do your worse. Hurt me. Tear me apart. Damage me. You won’t do anything to make me leave you; to make me love you less.” He would stare at you, mouth parted in horror, eyes scintillating with complete fear. Very few had ever been willing to stand up to him like this; to put him in his place with little difficulty. Among these people you were the least intimidating and yet, he had never once felt the need to relinquish so much in his life. He had messed with the wrong person. “Y/N, I—“ He would choke before taking a step toward you, his face unreadable to most. You, however, could see the desperation hiding under those cold features. He didn’t mean it, of course he didn’t. He was only scared, you knew this. He needed you, arguably more than you needed him. Approaching him, you would grab his head and crush it to your chest giving him a tight, sincere embrace. Body melting into you, Chuuya would fight the tears that brimmed to your eyes. You were thankful he couldn’t see yours. “I’m sorry, Y/F/N. I don’t deserve you.” He would utter, lifting his head to meet your own wet eyes. Kissing away your rolling tears, he would pause as you began to shake your head. “That’s when we get into trouble, Chuuya. Can’t you just understand that we deserve each other? That we’re both lucky to love one another?” This would make him smile, as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “We are very fortunate, indeed.”

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mpregwrites · 5 years

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Pop That Lock

rated: g/soft t for swearing words: 2302

@soukokuweek day one: “trial and error”

***

The only thing that kept Chuuya from launching his phone full-force against the nearest wall was the fact that he was a reasonable person who could control his temper when dealing with shithead Dazai and all of his stupid ass shit. Definitely not because he did that exact thing last week and had to make a very embarrassing trip to the service provider with the barely-recognizable smashed remains of an iPhone X that probably deserved better. He refused to go back for at least the next month or they were going to start worrying about him and his tendency to go through thousand dollar phones every couple of months at best.

There was still a pressing matter at hand: Kouyou’s birthday party. He had already requested leave for the rest of the day starting at noon but that didn’t do anything to mitigate the issue of Dazai most definitely showing up just to ruin it, and Kouyou deserved better. In the past year or so he had installed seven more deadbolts on his apartment door and started locking them at random in the vain hopes that it might deter Dazai from just breaking in whenever the hell he felt like it, but Dazai’s lockpicking abilities were second to none in the worst way. He could put up with having his furniture moved two inches to the left but he drew the line at crashing Kouyou’s birthday party.

He tapped his foot quickly on the ground, arms crossed over his chest. There had to be some way to keep Dazai from showing up uninvited and eating all the crab. It was rude to keep excusing himself from the festivities to re-lock the door every couple of minutes, not to mention how fucking annoying that would be. Sometimes it felt like Dazai hadn’t really outgrown all of his 16-year-old mischief.

Regrettably, though, Chuuya was far too mature these days to match all of Dazai’s nonsense blow-for-blow, and he was fresh out of teenagers to ask for tips and tricks. Maybe he could hire one for the night—

He smacked himself in the forehead. The answer was staring him in the face the whole time.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he opened his contact list and pressed ‘call’ on Mori’s contact info, not even bothering to hide the mania of the grin cracking across his face as it rang. Gin only raised an eyebrow at him before going back to sharpening her knife with extreme prejudice, because Gin only knew how to do things with extreme prejudice and Chuuya appreciated such an honest and straightforward approach to life.

Finally, Mori answered the phone. “Hello, Chuuya-kun. Did you need something?”

“Apologies for bothering you, Boss,” he replied, bowing slightly even though Mori couldn’t see it. “I have a, uh… peculiar request to make of you pertaining to the festivities tonight.”

“Oh? I’m intrigued.”

Chuuya shifted the phone from one ear to the other so he could grab his wallet out of his pocket and rifle through the bills in the fold. “In the interests of keeping unscrupulous characters from disturbing said festivities, I was wondering if it would be okay for me to borrow a certain asset for the night.”

Mori chuckled, amused. “They’ve been in a bit of a mood lately, you know. Are you sure you can handle that?”

“I’m sure.”

“Alright, then. I leave them in your capable hands.” And with that, Mori hung up, leaving Chuuya with a rising giddiness under his skin that thrummed warmly. Kouyou was going to have a fantastic birthday party because he was finally, finally going to be able to outsmart Dazai after ten years of knowing each other and a lot of mortifying losses taken.

Everything was going perfectly.

***

Q removed one earbud from their ear and looked Chuuya up and down from where they were perched on their bed. “I don’t want to, though.”

So things maybe weren’t going perfectly, but Chuuya wasn’t going to admit defeat to a fucking teenager. He ground his teeth together tightly and counted backwards from ten in Japanese, then French, then Russian, Italian, Spanish, and eventually English before he felt like he could open his mouth without screaming obscenities. “You will notice that it wasn’t a request and I specifically phrased it as such to avoid confusion, Kyuusaku.”

They rolled their eyes and a vein started throbbing in Chuuya’s forehead. After the heavy traumatization they received during the entire Guild bullshit three years prior it had been decided that maybe locking them up like an animal wasn’t exactly welcoming to the development of a healthy mental state, so Chuuya and Kouyou both lobbied for at least humane treatment. They were given their own room and the periodic ability to head out into the dregs of normal society, provided they behaved and were accompanied by several mafiosi.

Unfortunately, this also meant that they had the chance to develop a personality, and mixed in with the dangerous cocktail of hormones running through their pubescent veins, it meant they were kind of a snarky shithead. God, he hated dealing with teenagers.

“What do I even get out of this?” Q asked, reclining back onto their elbows and crossing their legs at their ankles. “It sounds boring with no payoff. No thanks! I’ll just read manga here instead.”

More than he hated dealing with teenagers, he hated dealing with mouthy teenagers with zero work ethic, and—holy fuck, 16-year-old Q was just a repackaged version of Dazai at 15. Chuuya wanted to scream.

“Look,” Chuuya said, trying to level with Q as best as he knew how. “I’ll give you $500 and a PS Vita with three games of your choice if you just sit by the front door and flip locks all night. A monkey could do this.”

“Then hire a monkey to do it.”

“I’m trying.”

Q frowned. “I said it sounds boring and I don’t want to do it. It’s not worth the effort.”

“I’ll give you an extra $100 for every time Dazai gets frustrated and swears.”

They sat up straight, pulling their legs in to sit cross-legged on the bed. “I guess… it doesn’t sound that bad when you put it like that.” Q tapped a finger on their chin thoughtfully, humming a long tone that only got longer the more Chuuya’s foot started involuntarily tapping out of irritation. “Okay, fine. I’ll do it. But I want one of the new Vita models. None of the crappy older ones. And let me use your Amazon Prime account to order figures.”

Chuuya sighed. “Deal.”

***

Dazai whistled a happy little tune to himself as he walked by the doorman and the person manning the front desk of Chuuya’s apartment building, waving at them. They waved back. All was right in the world.

The elevator ride was the longest part of the job every single time he came here, and he was running fashionably late to his already fashionably late lockpicking session. His lockpick set bounced against his leg in his jacket pocket as he shifted from side to side to stretch out his back for the crouching hell he was about to endure. Soon enough, the elevator slowed to a stop, dinged, and the doors opened.

Chuuya’s apartment was more than one apartment. The hat rack decided years ago that one apartment wasn’t enough for him, so he bought half a floor’s worth of apartments and had it remodeled into one massive living space, complete with multiple bedrooms for guests, an entertainment center, a full library, two different kitchens, more bathrooms than any person with one ass could ever need, and several other luxuries he definitely didn’t need. He liked to throw his fancy executive paycheck around as much as he could, and it was kind of cute.

He also refused to give Dazai a spare key to it, not that it ever stopped him. Eating all of his crackers and leaving crumbs on the couch was part of the experience of their relationship, after all.

The party was clearly a rager from what he could hear from behind the closed door. Surveying the eight deadbolts between him and Chuuya’s home cooking and absurdly expensive alcohol collection, he whipped out his lockpicking set and got to work.

The first bolt gave easily, and the next two weren’t locked. The third was, as was the fourth, but the fifth wasn’t set. The sixth and eighth were, the seventh not. It was easy enough to fiddle with the picks to get them open, and all in all it took less than ten minutes to get through all eight. He stood up, brushed himself off, and then grabbed the handle and turned it.

Or, well, he tried turning it. It didn’t budge.

He stared at his hand, still around the doorknob, and said, “What the fuck.”

***

Senbonzakura faded out and Fukagyaku Replace started up, but Q had their other ear trained on the door. Every time they heard a lock click out of place, they would either lock it back up or lock one of the ones that hadn’t been locked. It was mindless work, but at least they were going to get free food out of it once the party was over on top of the other agreed-upon spoils.

They heard Dazai swear again outside the door and added another tally to their list.

***

Three hours of hosting later, Kouyou was pleasantly tipsy and ready to go home. The consensus among the rest of the guests was much the same, and they all thanked Chuuya in turn as he escorted them to the door, undoing all the locks in one swift motion and letting them out. When the last of them had left, he stood in the threshold and looked down.

On the floor outside the apartment, Dazai sat with his knees to his chest and a pout on his face. It was equal parts hilarious and adorable. Chuuya kicked him with the toe of his house slipper. “Get up, asshole. There’s leftovers.”

“I think I’ll just sit out here until I die of starvation instead,” Dazai replied, the pout infecting even his voice. “Since you clearly don’t want me around. This is a pretty cruel method of torture, even for you.”

“In case you’ve forgotten, you were the torture specialist, Demon Prodigy,” Chuuya said back flatly, kicking Dazai again. “Stop pouting and get in here already and fucking eat something. I’ve gotta get Cinderella back before midnight.”

“I don’t want to now. McDonald’s wouldn’t treat me like this.”

Chuuya snorted, leaning back into the apartment to address Q from where they were still sitting on the stool they had been provided at the start of the party, one earbud in as they played Snake on the shitty Nokia flip phone Mori allowed them to have. “Honor system, but how much do I owe you for this one?”

Q pursed their lips and did some quick mental math. “Well, you said $100 every time he swore, so with the $500 you started with… $2000?”

“I’ll make it $3000 because he’s pouting like a goddamn child.” He pulled out his wallet and selected the appropriate amount of cash before handing it to Q. “Go ahead and grab some food before I take you back to headquarters. You’ve earned it.”

Almost immediately after the words came out of Chuuya’s mouth, Q vacated their seat with enviable speed and scurried over to the spread of leftovers on the dining room table, loading a plate up with everything they could see. With that problem out of the way, it was time to get his stupid manchild of an ex-partner to stop throwing a silent fit on the floor outside his apartment.

He put his hand on the top of Dazai’s hair and gave it an affectionate ruffle he would deny until his last breath. “I made crab. Just the way you like it.”

Dazai looked up at Chuuya, the angle accentuating the way his bottom lip was dramatically sticking out. He sniffed. “I guess if you make it up to me with a romantic dinner I can get over the pain you’ve caused my poor heart.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get in here, stupid.”

***

Q stuffed another bread roll into their mouth, glancing back and forth between Chuuya—his mouth so impressively turned down into a frown it was a wonder his lips hadn’t fallen off yet—and Dazai—currently holding his fork so tight it was threatening to bend in his hand—while chewing. They swallowed. “Are you guys gonna eat?”

“You know, Chuuya,” Dazai said, icicles forming on the words, “when I say ‘romantic dinner,’ it usually means just the two of us.”

“I don’t think they could pick up a hint if you dropped it right at their feet and literally fucking pointed at it, Dazai.”

They took another bite of the roll and chewed slower this time, more deliberately. They were pretty sure there was some kind of tension in the room over something, but knowing Dazai and Chuuya it could easily have been over just about anything under the sun. It wasn’t worth worrying about it, not when there was so much food ready to be eaten. And why would they eat in the living room when there was a perfectly good table begging to be dined on?

Chuuya put his face in his hands and sighed deeply. Dazai’s top lip twitched violently.

After about five minutes of that, Q swallowed, drank half a glass of water, and pointed at Dazai’s plate before saying, “Do you want that or not?”

The fork finally gave out.

#bsd #soukoku #soukokuweek19

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leonawriter · 5 years

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Leave A Message After The Tone

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Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters: Chuuya/Dazai

Summary: Chuuya tries to call Dazai after the incident with Shibusawa, only to find that getting through is much harder than it really should be.

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The first time Chuuya tried to call Dazai after the whole thing with the dragon and the so-called ability user suicides, Dazai didn't pick up.

Then again, Chuuya had just got back home after a job, and by the time he'd got his hands on his phone, he was half drunk (okay, more than half drunk). He'd called the number he could still remember so damn well without even thinking, ready to talk Dazai's head off, even if he did have to deal with the comebacks he'd not be able to come up with decent answers to.

The phone had rung. And kept ringing. Eventually, a voice told him that the call had gone to voicemail.

Chuuya remembers having dropped his head on his desk, wondering why he'd bothered, and part of his being able to remember so well is that there's a slight bruise that he's going to blame on something somehow having caught him off guard on the job, because it'd be humiliating to admit he'd just done it to himself.

...

The second time Chuuya attempts to call, he's paced across the length of the floor of his living room several times, phone open on Dazai's number, and he's completely sober.

He doesn't know why he's so filled with nerves. He's never exactly needed to psyche himself up to talk to one shitty Mackerel before, after all - what difference is there? There isn't any, right?

His hand doesn't shake, because he isn't anxious, and he isn't afraid of what it might mean if the waste of bandages just ignores him again, after all they'd been through, all he'd done, again-

It's easier when he's drunk and angry. When he's sober, and when they're not face to face, it's harder to keep it up. That's a rather violent way of waking Snow White, he remembers, the words only just caught words through the fading haze of Corruption.

His finger accidentally brushes the Call button, and he swears, because now the phone's ringing, and ringing, and...

It's just going to keep going to voicemail again, the bitter voice in the back of his mind said.

Chuuya hears a click, a lot of noise - both voices and movement - and Dazai's saying Oops, bad timing!, and then...

Gone, again.

Chuuya sighs, and wonders why he'd expected anything different.

...

The third time Chuuya calls Dazai's number, he's exhausted, and his fingers find the number more by muscle memory than anything, and the call timer says that well over a minute's passed since the call had gone through, and he's just been staring at it like some dumb idiot.

Then again, it's not like Dazai's said anything either. It's enough that he's left wondering, really, if Dazai'd just left the phone on and swanned off somewhere, assuming Chuuya was going to say whatever he needed to into thin air.

He's tempted to just walk away himself. Cancel the call himself. Walk off, go have a glass of wine, go the fuck to bed, because hell knows he needs to sleep even if his sleep's been rudely interrupted with dreams of Dazai not waking up, his hands covered in Dazai's blood instead of his own, from when he'd seen that white coat of his, which Chuuya had no idea where it'd come from, come off. A knife in the back, then, and he knew (from being on the other end of the knife, more than enough times) how fatal that could be.

The familiar-yet-wrong sensation of feeling too big for his skin had faded after a few days, but there was something that felt as though it hadn't abated, something that hadn't yet slotted into place.

Just because Dazai wanted death like most people wanted to fall in love, didn't mean that Chuuya had to be okay with that particular brand of idiocy. It'd pissed him off years ago, and it still pissed him off now.

He groaned, caught between resignation and frustration, unable to move to figure out what he wanted.

"...Chuuya?"

He starts at the quiet voice that doesn't have any of the usual masks on it; just the differences from before that he was starting to see as Dazai's new version of 'normal', a normal that Chuuya couldn't help but still feel angry over.

It had only taken a complete betrayal of his trust, after all.

"Huh," he says, and wishes his voice didn't sound quite that flat, because-

"Is something wrong, Chuuya?"

Dazai could always tell.

"I tried calling," he says, figuring that the truth would work best. No use pretending, after all. "Almost thought you'd decided to start ignoring everything again."

Me, is unspoken. Ignoring me.

There's a blank pause, just long enough to start to irritate, and then there's the sound of Dazai tutting, like he's that damn tiger kid who's been bringing in so much trouble.

"Ah, but I was busy," Dazai says, and there's that teasing tone of voice again, more alive than it ever was in the mafia, patronising and playful. "Besides! Chuuya was hardly in any danger, or-"

"What? I've got to be risking my neck for you to actually answer my damn calls now, is that it?" He snaps out, without thinking, because if Dazai's going to talk like that then he's not going to take shit. And then he groans, again, because that's not how the call was supposed to go, not what he'd wanted back when he'd first called, all those days ago. Over a week, now.

"...No," Dazai says, and if Chuuya weren't so off balance himself (and it's always Dazai who does that to him, isn't it) then he'd notice something off about his voice. "The Agency's been busy since Shibusawa, however, and I knew that if it was that important, Chuuya wouldn't have stopped at just one call, but would have been annoying until I picked up."

Something about the way that Dazai said the Agency's been busy since Shibusawa resonated with how the mafia had hardly been having an easy time of things either. Apparently, a fair few idiots had thought that just because most of the mafia had disappeared and the rest were busy, they could take advantage of somehow not being killed by their own abilities and making trouble for themselves.

None of which he was actually going to outright say - it was one thing to talk, as if they weren't enemies, but another thing to sell out exactly what the mafia was up to for Dazai to pass the information along.

"Just... fuck, Dazai. That happened." He runs a hand through his hair, almost knocking his hat to the floor if he hadn't caught it and wound up staring at it instead. The words are humans not all frames for deeper experiences flit through his mind, and he scowls. Most humans can't shove a fucking building down a dragon's throat. And yet...

"It did." For a moment, Dazai sounds almost serious again, almost like he's reading his damn mind. But the serious tone doesn't last. "And Chuuya should know that I didn't really expect that second attempt at being Snow White's Prince Charming, but who am I to deny a-"

"Sh- shut up! You were the one who-"

It was hard to do more than just splutter and he could feel the way his face was going red, and he could hear Dazai laughing, and the worst thing was, he wasn't sure any longer if he wanted to punch his face in for it, or something else, because Dazai sounded happy, just like he could remember him looking happy while they were waiting for the fog to lift, as though there was no way things could go wrong, and everything was just how he wanted it, Chuuya's presence included.

The kiss had been short, and maybe he could have thought he'd just been lured into it for future blackmail, if it weren't for the slight expression it'd been so easy to convince himself must have been something his imagination had conjured up; a split second of surprise, not even that, but vulnerability, on Dazai's face.

Vulnerable. Dazai. Maybe the world had been ending in more ways than one. Maybe being dead for as long as that had done something to his head.

Dazai's laughter fades away, and they fall back into silence - not a companionable one, but that awkward one that happens when you just don't know what the hell to say to each other.

He puts his hat back on, and looks away from the phone, out of the window and into the Yokohama night. A night that they'd allowed to be possible.

"We should talk," he says, and what he should say next should be something along the lines of "it's not gonna work", or "don't think this is gonna change anything" - but he'd never just done as he was supposed to, not when it came to Dazai, and not when he was hearing startled noises from the other end of the phone.

"Chuuya, I..."

The sound of Dazai not knowing what to say is like an angelic choir to Chuuya's ears, and he could listen to it every day for the rest of his life. He can just imagine the look on Dazai's face - eyes wide, mouth open, just like some shitty Mackerel that'd been fished out of the river one too many times. He just wishes he could see it in person.

"And next time, either you pick up, or you can call me, got it?"

"Somehow, Chuuya makes that sound like a threat."

Dazai can't see the sharp smile he's wearing, but he'd bet that he can guess it's there anyway. It is a threat - but not one of the ones they're used to trading, where they throw words like knives and knives like knives, because both are the same thing anyway, to people like them, who've been saying next chance you've got, go die in a ditch since they met, but instead...

"What, as if that's ever stopped you before?"

He ends the call.

Prove to me that meant something. Prove it to me, Dazai.

...

He gets the call several days later, in the middle of a job, while he's hanging off the ceiling, and he could swear the bastard knew just how bad his timing was, but at the same time, it was as though the thing that had been still out of place had comfortably settled.

...

AN: In Dazai's defence, he didn't actually mean to leave Chuuya hanging up until then, because he had, in fact, actually been busy, and unable to really answer. And also, just as importantly, Dazai and emotions are not good friends on the best of days, and this requires a fair bit of accepting that yes, emotions are indeed involved, and he has to deal with them.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd stuff #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #soukoku #Leona fic #post-Dead Apple #alcohol mentions

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Hello~can i request a chuuyaxdazai where dazai loses his memorys , wakes up at the ADA but doesent know who they are. And when they explain thing to him he wouldnt belive he would be able to leave the maffia or chuuya so he goes to chuuya's. :33 angsty but pls? Thank you!!!

Hi dear!

I’ve written this yesterday at 3AM since I’m stressed&depressed (ha ha, they rhyme), hoping to use my emotions in a more positive way. The result? Now I’m sad because I believe this isn’t that good, I feel like I’ve failed at conveying the right emotions. I apologize since this is the best I managed to come up with, and I hope you’ll enjoy even just a tiny bit.

I’m not sure I’ve portrayed their personalities well enough, especially sixteen!Dazai. I tried, but I warn you about possible OOC.

Thank you for your patience and warm support,

Have a nice day!

Soukoku (DazaixChuuya), Angst, Temporary Memory Loss, Mentions of the past, Heartbreak, Sixteen!Dazai

Shattered

It wasn’t true.

It was just a lie. A prank. Some ability user messing with him. A trap.

It has to be.

“Dazai-san? Dazai-san!” a young boy with white hair and an irregular haircut screamed relieve, “He’s awake! Kunikida-san! Ranpo-san! Everyone!”

A worried man with a rectangular pair of glasses rushed to his side as he tried to straighten; every inch of his body hurt. A bed? No, a couch. But…where?

“Dazai! How are you?”

Why was he touching him?

A cold smile was all he could muster in his conditions.

“I apologize for my rudeness, who are you?”

Dazai would have never left Port Mafia. He would have never joined a pathetic Detective Agency and played babysitter. He would have never…

He caught sight of his reflection in a shop window and halted. With wide, horrified eyes, he lifted a hand and hesitantly touched the glass, tracing the silhouette of his own face.

It was so wrong.

He was so…adult. Old. Mellowed.

In his features, he saw an unknown softness that scared him.

Shaking his head, he stepped back and resumed running. There was only one person he could trust, one person he could run to.

“Dazai-san, please don’t joke!” The young one muttered, incredulous. He had to be his age.

The man with the strange hat and a lollipop in the mouth tilted his head.

“I’m afraid he’s not joking…” he hummed, “How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

Dazai was sixteen.

Sixteen and the younger executive in Port Mafia.

Sixteen and part of the deadly Soukoku.

Sixteen and dumbly in love.

“Probably an ability or a trauma…we should wait for Yosano, she’s the only one who could help him.”

Trauma? Helping him?

Those fuckers were just messing up with him. He didn’t remember what he was doing before, but he probably had been on a mission that had ended badly, with him unconscious and drugged. Well, not even that bad, considering he had managed to knock out one of his capturers and escape.

They were probably on his trail, but in a few minutes, he would be safe and ready for the counterattack. They were going to regret their stupid attempt. They didn’t know who they were challenging.

As soon as he stepped into Port Mafia’s territory, they started firing on him.

“What the hell?!” he growled, jumping out of the firing line and taking cover behind a wall.

What were they doing? Hadn’t they recognized him? He was going to personally punish them later.

He took a breath, incredulous something so shitty was happening to him, and stepped out again, keeping his hands in the air.

He raised an eyebrow, in a mocking expression.

The men stopped shooting and exchanged a perplexed glance. Two of them left their hidings and carefully walked to him.

Dazai didn’t recognize them…ah, they had to be new recruits! That’s why they had shot him!

He sighed, “They should instruct you better.”

He strolled peacefully towards them.

“Ya~hoo! I’ve managed to return! If they’ve sent someone to save me, call them back,” he grinned, “I managed on my own.”

The men pointed the guns to his chest.

“What are you doing here?”

“Do you want to die?”

Eh? What was going on?

“Ah? Are you new perhaps?” Dazai blinked, amused, “You should remember at least the faces of your executives, people could get mad at you otherwise! I’m Daza-”

“DAZAI-SAN!”

Shit.

Dazai clicked his tongue and turned to face his pursuers. Wow, the kid was already on his feet, even after receiving one of his blows. Impressive.

“DAZAI! STOP! THEY’RE GOING TO KILL YOU!”

“You are still going on with that stupid story?” Dazai muttered under his breath, before snapping his fingers.

“Shoot them.”

The Mafia’ men didn’t move.

Dazai frowned at them.

“Eh? What’s happened to your enthusiasm? You were happily shooting me, but you won’t kill the enemy?”

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“It must be a mind trick or something…”

“DAZAI-SAN PLEASE LET US EXPLAIN!”

One of them pointed the muzzle of the gun to his forehead. Atsushi and Kunikida halted horrified.

“Are you serious?” Dazai blinked. It’s not that he feared for his life but he felt lost.

What was happening? Nothing made sense, a foreign sense of fear filled him for the first time in years, and he felt like drowning. It had to be a nightm-

“OI DAZAI, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

The two armed men swiftly stepped out of the way, letting him go.

That voice washed immediately Dazai’s anxiety away.

With a mocking grin, he let out petulant, “Chuuya-kun! Have you come to…

…save me”

As he turned, the words remained stuck in his throat.

Same stupid hat, childish and annoyed pout, red hair and shining blue eyes.

But he wasn’t Chuuya.

He wasn’t his partner.

He wasn’t his Chuuya.

Before he could even react, the man dashed forward at inhuman speed and aimed a kick at his head.

Dazai ducked by a hair but lost the balance and fell on the ground. The shock had hacked his brain.

“Why are you old too?” he stuttered.

“Ah?” Chuuya roared, swinging his leg again.

Dazai had to roll to avoid a mean hit.

“CHUUYA-SAN PLEASE STOP! IT’S NOT THAT DAZAI!”

Chuuya had already grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him up. He brought back the clenched fist and aimed to the face.

But he stopped. Few centimeters from Dazai’s nose, he stopped.

Not because of Atsushi’s words, no. It was the light in his eyes.

Lost. Confused. Betrayed.

A cold hand clenched his heart.

An unwanted memory flashed in front of his eyes.

With a jerk, he let him go, and stepped back,

He glared at the two members of Port Mafia and the ones from the Detective Agency.

“What’s going on? Why is he trespassing?” He asked, eyeing suspiciously the unusually unresponsive Dazai.

“We tried to shoot him, sir! But he said we were crazy, sir!”

“Trespassing?” Dazai blurted, shocked.

Atsushi and Kunikida stopped, keeping a safe distance from them.

“We don’t know exactly what happened, but someone has screwed up his mind. More than usual,” Kunikida explained, fixing his glasses.

“His mind?”

“He has lost his recent memories,” Atsushi added, “He thinks he’s sixteen.”

“I don’t think, I am sixteen. And whatever is happening, you’re all going to pay for this,” Dazai threatened like a petulant teenager, a wicked smile on his lips.

“Six-sixteen…?” Something broke in Chuuya. He lowered once again his eyes on him.

Sixteen.

Their golden year.

“Ah, Soukoku? Isn’t it a nice name, Chuuya-kun?”

“Why should I care, suicidal freak!”

“Don’t lie! I know your maiden heart thinks it’s cool, Chu-chu!”

“I swear I’ll fucking kill you!”

“I only do double suicides! Are you volunteering? I’d love you to!”

Sixteen.

When he had been appointed executive.

“Now I can’t bully my Chuuya-kun anymore! If you hadn’t rightfully gained it, I would officially complain!”

“Oi Shitty- Wait, was that a compliment?”

“Thank you for noticing. Can I have a reward now?”

Sixteen.

A year before their first kiss.

“Ah? Is that blush, Chuuya-kun?”

“Shut it or I’m gonna kill you!”

“Is it because I look hot in this suit? Or because I’m pining you to the wall?”

“Dazai-”

“You know why I’m pining you, at least?”

“I’ve stopped trying to understand your wicked mind.”

“Then, let me show it to you…”

Only two years before the betrayal.

Before everything crumbled down.

“…and I don’t know why you did it, but I’m impressed, and it has been a good prank, can we call it off now? Chu-chu are you even listening?”

Chuuya blinked, shaking his head to drown the memories once again.

He met Dazai’s eyes as the man waited to have attention. A gaze filled with complicity, teasing and that subtle, almost invisible affection.

“Don’t look at me like that.” The harsh words escaped his mouth before he could even think them.

“Chu-” Dazai tried to take his hand, but the man swatted his away.

“Stop it,” he continued, coldly, “What they are saying it’s true. You’re not stupid, I know you’ve realized there’s something wrong. That’s it: They’re right. No prank or similar shit.”

“It’s not funny,” Dazai hissed, a hint of nervousness in the voice, as he stood up.

But Chuuya wasn’t even looking at him. His eyes were empty, the words just an echo.

“No, it isn’t, but it’s the truth. When you were eighteen, Odasaku was killed. The next day, you left Port Mafia. You bombed my car.”

“What’re you saying?” Dazai paled, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“At twenty, the Armed Detective Agency found you. You joined them and started fighting against Port Mafia.”

“STOP IT!” Dazai yelled, helplessly. Atsushi and Kunikida looked away, but Chuuya didn’t even flinch. “I’d have never done that! That’s a lie! What are you lying for?”

“It’s the truth, stop bitching,” Chuuya replied flatly, “It’ already pathetic enough having to bring it up again.”

“I-”

“You know it is, you know it. Don’t you fucking lie to me.”

Dazai froze, feeling like the land under his feet had crumbled and he was falling into a bottomless pit of darkness.

Because Chuuya was right. He knew. Somewhere, maybe in his lost memories, he knew it was true.

But that didn’t make it possible, it didn’t give it sense.

How could he have ever done that?

“…why?” A broken whisper.

Chuuya covered his eyes with a hand as he threw back the head and let out a hollow laughter.

“You ask me? Shouldn’t I be the one demanding explanations? I was the one betrayed, you know?”

A stab to Dazai’s heart.

“I must have said something-”

“You needed a different life. You needed a more meaningful one, a free, warm life. A life better than the one we shared,” Chuuya bitterly replied, trying to keep his voice steady. He didn’t want to go through that. Not again. He wasn’t sure he could survive it another time.

Dazai helplessly stared at him, without any word to say, any solution to fix things.

He didn’t know what had changed, he didn’t know why he had done that. But he was there now, trying to keep his shattered heart together.

“I-I need the- I-” he tried to smile, “Come on Chuuya, you know me, I’m Mafia through and through. Being with the good guys? Don’t you remember how we’ve met? Something must be wrong. Let me stay, I’ll fix everything.”

He stepped closer to his former partner, and Chuuya made the mistake of meeting his eyes.

Ah, that look again.

Hopeful and alluring, ready to do everything to stay with him.

Chuuya inhaled sharply and forcefully hardened his own heart.

“Bring him back,” he muttered to Kunikida, “I’ll let you go for this time.” Without a second glance, he turned on his heels and walked away, followed by the guards.

“What? Chuuya! No!”

Kunikida tried to grab Dazai’s arm, but the man pushed him to the ground. Desperately, he lunged and grabbed Chuuya by the shoulder, forcibly turning him.

“Daz-“

The man pressed his lips against his.

Chuuya froze, his mind shortcutting and his heart imploding at once.

Emotions he thought he had killed long ago took over him.

Those lips were so familiar, soft, teasing and possessive. His body recognized the way those arms circled his waist and adapted perfectly to his shape. The rough fingers through his hair. The furious beating of that heart against his chest.

He remembered everything with excruciating vividness. Everything.

Dazai let him go, keeping their foreheads against each other.

“…I don’t know what happened,” he whispered, out of breath, “But I love you right now, I love you.”

And everything in Chuuya’s shattered to pieces.

Because he could see it. After years of denying and trying to forget, of regretting, of yearning…he was seeing that love once again. As if nothing had ever changed.

Dazai did love him.

But it was late.

“I know you did,” he whispered back, raising a hand to cup his cheek, “I knew.” He couldn’t help but show a trembling smile.

Something akin to hope shone in Dazai’s eyes.

“But this is nothing more than the shadow of a sweet memory, and you’ll soon remember why. I’m sorry, Osamu.”

“Ch-”

Chuuya hit him hard, a single blow.

The final stab to his own heart.

Dazai dropped unconscious into his trembling arms.

Immediately, Atsushi and Kunikida rushed to take him.

No one of them said a word, but they respectfully nodded as a thank you and quickly lifted Dazai’s body on their shoulders.

Without moving of an inch, Chuuya watched them walk away until they disappeared from his sight.

“You can go. Not a word. Or I’ll kill you personally.”

The men literally vanished.

Chuuya remained there alone, staring at the dark, thundering sky until the rained started falling.

Only then, with drops mercifully streaming down his face, he let the tears fall.1

#soukoku #Nakahara Chuuya #Dazai Osamu #dazai x chuuya #bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya #dazai #sixteen!dazai #angst #shattered #possible ooc #sad #depressing #mentions of the past #temporary loss of memory #heartbreaking

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