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hanemiso · 3 years

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Operation: Dairy For Dazai

>>>a dazai osamu x reader<<<

request: "omg i love your post about Dazai and his possibility of having lactose intolerance hahaha, i wish you could do a fanfic out from that"

a/n: um this is such a great idea??? this was so much fun to write omg i hope y'all like it! also i know dazai doesn't necessarily drink coffee with milk and sugar/creamer, but for the sake of the story he does! also sorry if the gif looks weird, i couldn't find his weird little run anywhere else.

synopsis: no one has seen dazai drink milk or consume dairy of any kind...it's up to the agency to figure out if dazai is lactose intoleralnt or not!

warnings: one swear word, dazai not being able to handle dairy

"hey atsushi, you ever notice that dazai doesn't consume dairy?"

"what do you mean, y/n?" atsushi asks, glancing up at you from the computer.

"think about it. have you ever seen dazai drink milk? eat cheese? buy ice cream?" you press on, raising your brows.

atsushi takes a second to think before responding with, "now that you mention it, no i haven't...why are you asking anyway?"

"i think dazai is lactose intolerant."

you now have atsushi's full attention as he rolls closer to your desk and furrows his brows. he looks around the room for the brunette you're talking about before turning back to you, "you think so? i don't know...maybe it's like a dietary thing."

you deadpan, "you really think the man who goes out of his way to try new attempts at committing suicide--the one who came into the office with a hallucinogenic mushroom from a random mountain--is concerned with his own nutrition?"

atsushi goes silent and nods his head in agreement.

"come on, atsushi. i mean, why would that be the one thing out of his entire diet that he'd choose to cut out?"

"that's true, i've seen the kinds of things he eats...but why is this something you're interested in?"

"because, atsushi, the thought of THE dazai osamu even having one slight weakness--and the fact that it very well may be dairy, of all things-- is amusing. you don't find it interesting? that he can survive things like bullet wounds and getting kidnapped without any problem, but a glass of milk could completely ruin him?"

atsushi was beginning to take interest in what you were talking about. you had a point, he couldn't deny that. they don't know much about dazai and his life as it is. just as it began clicking in his brain, kunikida walks over to your desk to tell you both to get back to work. at the sound of his footsteps, you turn towards him and before he can say anything at all, you ask him the same question as atsushi. kunikida has a smiliar reaction and response to atsushi, which just adds to the curiosity of dazai's possible dairy problem.

"i don't pay attention to that idiot's diet anyway, nor do i care." he says matter-of-factly.

anyone could tell that kunikida was slightly interested, just by the way he was continuing to linger by your desk as you continued talking about it with atsushi. soon enough, tanizaki had joined the conversation; then ranpo and kenji, and soon everyone in the agency other than fukuzawa. everyone was huddled around your desk, sharing memories of dazai's lack of dairy consumption. it was then decided that this theory of dazai being lactose intolerant would be put to the test when dazai returned to the office.

ranpo had come up with the idea, it wasn't too elaborate but a simple plan that could trick even the likes of dazai into drinking a glass of milk. during the discussion of dazai's dietary habits, it was also brought to everyone's attention by kunikida that it seems dazai doesn't have a high spice tolerance either. with that in mind, the plan was for the agency to have a joint dinner tonight, with curry on the menu tonight; spicy curry to be exact. dazai always flirts with you in the office, so it was your job to distract him by indulging in his pick-up lines and such. once he takes a bite and realizes it's too spicy for him, he'd try to find water to alleviate the pain, but coincidentally there is no water in sight. because of this, he'd be forced to drink the glass of milk you hand him. of course, if this didn't work, for dessert you'd give him a cup of coffee with milk and sugar (he uses non-dairy creamer in his coffee anyway).

you and kyouka set up a table to put the bowls of curry on, while atsushi and kunikida began bringing in the curry. tanizaki, naomi, and ranpo were in charge of getting the desserts to really sell the image of a nice gathering. kenji and yosano were in charge of tinkering with the water pipes to close off any possibility of access to water. this task was treated with such care, as any mission brought into the agency would be. each and every one of you were interested in learning about this side of dazai; are you going the extra mile for such a minuscule detail of someone's life? yes, but will it be amusing to find out the truth? also yes.

soon enough, dazai is spotted out the window. the truth is about to be revealed, and you are all nervous but excited.

"remember guys, act natural! operation: dairy for dazai starts now!" you exclaim quietly.

you can hear everyone take a deep breath and begin "talking" amongst themselves as dazai walks in. he stops in his tracks as he eyes the table holding all the bowls of curry and widens his eyes in surprise.

"oh? what's this?" he asks, gesturing to the table.

"y/n suggested having dinner in the agency tonight, so we got some curry and desserts." atsushi explains.

"have a bowl, dazai-kun." you smile at him as you hand him the bowl of spicy curry.

"ah, you're too nice, my belladonna!" he exclaims and grabs the bowl.

so far so good, you think.

you can feel the tension in the room as everyone waits for dazai to take a bite. the conversations carry on amongst people, but no one was truly paying attention to what was being said. the gazes of each member of the agency shifted to dazai as he raised the spoon up to his mouth. you could hear the sound of everyone in the room holding their breaths, even kunikida was sweating.

once the spoon had been placed in his mouth, everyone froze in place. you and atsushi tried to pretend to not be paying much attention to dazai, but it was so hard not to when all of a sudden he stopped chewing. you both slowly turn your head towards him and see his eyes go wide once again. he hurries to the nearest trashcan and spits out the spoonful, quickly turning and looking for a cup of water on the table.

"w-what's wrong, dazai-san?" atsushi asks, also sweating.

"h-hot! spicy curry! atsushi-kun, i need water! please!" dazai exclaims.

you run to the table and pretend to look for a cup of water before grabbing the glass of milk and hurrying towards dazai.

"sorry dazai-kun, i couldn't find any water, but i heard milk helps with the pain!" you hold out the glass of milk.

it feels like time stops as dazai sits there, breathing shallows breaths in attempts to stop the fire in his mouth, and contemplating whether he wants to try his luck with continuing to gasp for air or drinking the milk. he hates suffering, after all. in his mind, all that matters at this moment is extinguishing the flames dancing on his tongue. he grabs the glass, just as planned, and drinks a couple big gulps. everyone is now turned to him, asking if he's okay.

"i'm...fine." he says between pants.

now it was only a matter of time. the dinner continued as normal, but dazai wasn't as social as usual. he sat down with you and atsushi as you continued to talk about different missions.

"oh yeah, dazai-kun, do you remember--" you turn to look at him but realize he's staring at the ground intently as sweat beads on his face, "dazai?"

he blinks once and tries regaining his composure as he looks up at you with his usual smile, "yes, belladonna?"

"are you feeling alright?" you ask with concern laced in your voice.

"of course i am!" dazai tries to reply cheerily, but his bright tone is cut off by a rumbling in his stomach that makes his face twist.

he tries replacing his expression with a smile again, but it looks more pained as another low rumble emits from his body. at this point, everyone in the office is stealing glances. he looks back at the ground as his eyes widen yet again, and only two words are uttered before he takes off running to the bathroom:

"oh shit."

everyone stares at the door, processing what just happened. it was so silent, the only sound you could hear was dazai's rapid footsteps echoing down the hall.

"i knew it." you smirk a bit to yourself.

but your feeling of victory is brief as the horrid smell invades your nostrils. your poor co-workers get assaulted by the same stench, and you all are forced to evacuate.

operation: dairy for dazai was a success, but at what cost?

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BONUS: how chuuya found out about dazai's lactose intolerance

chuuya was the only person who knew of dazai's problem with dairy, but the way he found out was purely accidental and scarred him.

the event took place when they were 17, and they were both stopping for a drink at a local cafe after a mission. the mission wasn't too bad, but it was early in the morning and chuuya wanted coffee. dazai told him it would stunt his already lacking growth, so chuuya wasn't in the greatest mood; he never was around dazai.

"i wanna sit down so you can order for me!" dazai claps his hands together.

"hey! i don't wan-" chuuya begins to protest but dazai cuts him off while walking away.

"you know what i like!"

chuuya grumbles in annoyance as he heads to the counter and orders two drinks. in his fit of anger, he accidentally ordered two coffees with milk and sugar, but failed to notice as he brought the cups to the table dazai sat at. he narrows his eyes as he sets the cup down in front of dazai and sits across from him. chuuya stares out the window to try and tune out dazai when he hears dazai ask him something quietly.

"is there...milk in this?"

chuuya scoffs and replies, "what's wrong, can't handle a bit of milk?"

he was obviously joking, but the sound that emits from dazai's body in response makes him realize it was no joke. dazai quickly stands and runs to the bathroom while chuuya sits there in disbelief, but with the hope that the rest of the day won't be ruined because of it.

that was wishful thinking though, as they frequently had to stop at public restrooms on their way home and chuuya had to deal with the rancid odor that followed dazai as closely as his own shadow.

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 3 years

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I don't know if this counts as a comfort request, can you do a Chuuya and Dazai comfort request of them comforting/saving the reader from a abusive parent?

Yes, this is, of course, a comfort request, if it helps you feel better, than it counts. I’m sorry if this doesn't live up to expectations though, abuse is one of the few things I struggle with writing for personal reasons (don’t worry, it’s nothing physical, just a lot of mental strain loves), so it won’t be detailed or thoroughly explained, more hinted/briefly mentioned. Since the request was vague, I was unsure what kind you needed, so I went with what I’m more comfortable writing. With that out of the way, here are 2 small drabbles.

Saved from an abusive household (comfort fic) |Dazai, Chuuya x Reader|

Warning: Emotional and (maybe some hints to physical) abuse

Words- 1141 (combining both characters totals).

Dazai-

590 words

To say he was angry was an understatement. He never understood why his emotions were so, so uncontrolled when it came to you. He was hardly in terms that he may actually love you. With the wind blowing over your face, whipping through your hair, he couldn’t help it. Noticing every mark, the tears, everything. He noticed it despite how you acted like everything was fine. The hoarseness of your tone was too great a signal that, well, you had been crying longer than he had been standing here. Dazai wanted to know, no, he needed to know who had made you so upset. He felt, odd as it may sound, protective. He would never strike out against you or raise his voice. He’d never hurt you, not in any way. So the flinch you made when all he wanted was to cup your face, to whisper that he loved you, it hurt. He couldn’t keep his face from showing the shock. His eyes darting around for any other signs. Clearly, he’d noticed before, but you always rode it off.

Standing within the brutal rain, you watched Dazai with a clouded mind. There are… many ways that often go unnoticed to the public. While cuts are difficult to hide, the scars on the mind… are impossible to see. What is not shown on the surface is never seen. Anxiety, depression, social awkwardness, the flinch brought on by a loud noise or voice, the shaky trembles of hands when being scolded. Signs that go unnoticed, so as Dazai looked at you with eyes full of anger and pain, he waited until you flew to his chest and broke down. His hands never once left your back. His voice a mere whisper as he ran fingers and told you the best news of your life. “You can live with me. It isn’t much, but its, it’s better than going back there.” His voice held so much anger, disgust, and pain you thought he may drop you in bed, then run to kill the two who told you over and over how much they loved you, only to contradict themselves.

He did something along the lines of that. When you were asleep in an oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants far too long for your legs, he sipped from the agency-provided room, and well, he went straight to the place he knew you lived. It happened to be on your file in the agency. He didn’t bother knocking, but instead picked the front door lock with skilled ease, and underneath the clap of thunder and flash of white light, he slid inside. Dragging water into the room where two older adults lay. As if they didn't notice their child's absence. So pulling out his gun, he shot at a perfect angle. A direct middle between heads. He watched them scramble awake, only to see he was already gone within shadows. He played the part of a demon for you tonight. Raising their paranoia as far as he could, before appearing with a dramatic flash of lighting having calculated the right timing. He warns them if they ever tried to make themselves the victims, or if they set a pinky on your skin, he’d make their lives a living hell. After all, he was once Dazai Osamu, the demon prodigy, the youngest mafia executive. It wasn't a title he liked anymore, but he would admit returning to such a mentality for a bit would be alright, if it meant protecting you from pain.

Chuuya-

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Beneath the rays of moonlight showering through a ginger held you tightly in his arms. Tonight he played the part of the big spoon, cuddling you close to keep you safe. It was always like this in storms. His arms wrapped around you, running down your arms. His lips on top of your in passionate breaks here and there. The two shared wine and laughed away the storm. Every time you jumped, he dropped to kiss your shoulders and between your neck. He kept trying to comfort you with all he could. He never felt it was enough. Especially after the ones that were within seconds of another. The louder the tremble, the more you shook, so when four or five repeated in a row he worried. Sure, it was normal to be scared of storms, but you were scared of the noise in general. It was an issue he had hated because, well, we all know Chuuya likes to yell a lot. He never realized till he was actually angry with a coworker, the flinch you make is an expectation, like your bracing for something. That’s how he found out. The next morning, how you claimed to be too sick to go home. The way you wanted to stay with him on your week off. How you'd rather just keep working.

“I’ll kill them.” It wasn’t anger directed at you, and he kept his tone soft, despite how difficult it was. Behind his clenched teeth, dagger-like glare, and the snarl, he was positive he’d frightened you accidentally. “Let me kill ‘em.” He grumbled, shoving his gloves into pockets as he tried to reel in his temper. He doesn't give two shits if they are your parents. So telling him no is frustrating. Clearly, if they did this, if they could be cruel enough to make their child afraid, then they didn’t deserve somebody so forgiving and kind like you.

He let you stay the day with him. There was no way he’d make you go home. Not when he’d seen how terrified you were when he tried pushing you out the door. He’d cuddled and spoiled you rotten with gifts all day. And when you finally crashed, his lips tapped your forehead, and he was gone. Searching through records till he found the address. He was straight to the point, breaking a window with a nice kick. His feet heavy with gravity as he grabbed the collars of those two blind bastards. Yes, he knew he could make it worse. However, that would only happen if they were not afraid of him. An overprotective guard dog. Trust me, this is one loyal bastard you never want to cross. He couldn’t kill them, but he could hurt them. He could yell at the top of his lungs and shout in their ears. Send them in walls, maybe break a finger, or two. On his way out, when the couple stood shaking with fear, his head tilted back just enough to see the scene he’d made. “Hurt them again, and I won’t listen. You’re really lucky, my baby has a golden heart that forgives so easily." He half-expected them to call the cops, but he guessed that meant angering the mafia more. What could he say, he was a pretty well-known man.

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whorefordazai · 3 years

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can i humbly request oda cuddling w you bestie 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ tysm <\3

oda cuddling headcanons

ft. oda x gn! reader

genre: fluff, bit of crack

warnings: none

notes: i love this man, these were so comforting to write help omg 😭 but for some reason i feel like these needed more creativity :(( @hanazou i think u might like this hehe :0

i personally think he’d be a little shy and awkward at first. like he’s not exactly sure where to put his arms or how to touch you without scaring you away. so he just kinda lays there frozen like this🧍‍♂️

so you’ll have to make the first advancement, but fear not—he catches on pretty quickly !!

i think he’d mostly be the big spoon. sometimes your head will be rested on his chest while he reads a book :)

his fingers will mindlessly wander through your hair, sometimes he won’t even notice that he’s doing it. if you do something cute like bury your face deeper into his shoulder/neck—you’ve killed him (no pun intended 🏃🏼‍♀️)

but really he’ll just freeze and watch you hide in his neck in your sleep. then he’ll slowly wrap an arm around your waist and hold you tightly against him.

this man smells gooddd. mostly like pine and old bookstores, yk? sometimes curry

another cuddling position would be the two of you facing each other, limbs tangled, just your face buried in his chest and his chin resting on top of your head. he likes holding you in his arms and making you feel safe n protected <3

alright now for the crack 😋

cuddling often turns into tickle fights. lemme tell u how it starts off.

oda will simply be reading a book while laying on his stomach will his elbows propped up.

you take the the opportunity to ambush him—getting on top of him and sitting on his back.

“…what the—what’s happening?”

“shhh…it will all make sense soon 🌝”

and so you start to play with his hair, making teeny tiny little braids and pony tails. of course you won’t let him see, he’d probably never let you touch his hair again.

but he somehow grabs the mirror and freezes when he sees his own reflection.

“y/n.”

“…yes?”

“why do i look like the older man version of sakura 😶?”

he has an idea, and within two seconds, he’s on top of you. tickling your arms and waist.

apart from that, sometimes an unexpected cuddling position occurs once in a while.

sometimes while he’s on his stomach (asleep because he gets tired from work) you’ll slowly make your way to him on the bed and lay on top of his back.

he peeks an eye open. with a drowsy sleepy voice, he mumbles “we’re doing this again?”

you simply nod, too tired to speak. he sighs. “i have a better idea.”

that better idea is turning the both of you around so that you’re laying on top of his chest with his arms around your waist.

he actually doesn’t mind if you sit on his lap while he reads on his desk 😋 you’ll just gently nudge his shoulder, making him look up from his books. he takes in your sleepy appearance and drowsy eyes. he immediately knows what you want.

tapping his thigh, he makes room for you to come sit. once you do, his arms hold your whole body, making sure to secure you in a comforting hug.

either you fall asleep like that and he carries you back to the bed <3

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bittersweetmorality · 3 years

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— chuuya boyfriend headcannons (sfw & nsfw)+ drabble

☾ genre: SFW and NSFW Headcannons (NSFW section is marked-- 18+)

☾ pairing: Nakahara Chuuya x GN!reader (reader is given the name ‘mommy’ in the drabble)

☾ warnings: none for the SFW– general smut for the NSFW ??

☾ w/c: 1,978 words

☾ a/n: hey lol :D as a certified chuuya fucker, i just had to. i literally have like three other chuuya drafts that i’m currently working on. hopefully they turn out like i want and i can post them bc :| the chuuya tag is starving. anyway i hope i can populate it just a tad. thanks for reading bugs !

— SFW

lemme start off by saying that he will treat yo ass RIGHT. ON MY MOMMA.

not to bring his trauma into this already but :| my man has major abandonment issues. he will not do anything to jeopardize your relationship, and he honestly just values your happiness above anything else

you just know how much he cares about the fellow members of the mafia– even though they don’t requite the same amount of love that he gives them, he still loves them wholeheartedly

even dazai

little shit

his love language is definitely touch and gift-giving. no i don’t accept criticism because i’m right

you’re telling me he wouldn’t absolutely spoil you with expensive gifts ?? mans is a mafia executive– he’s making hella bank, and he is spending it all on you

he’s also definitely a pretty clingy significant other, but good luck trying to get him to admit that :|

his life is… well… yaknow

there’s always a lot going on there..... he’s stresst

he wants nothing more than to just hold you in his arms after a long day-- especially if he just came back from a hard day at work

times like this are when he’s most clingy-- he feels like he almost lost you, and now he never wants to let you go

many, many times he’s fallen asleep like this; you’re basically suffocating in his grip as his eyelids flutter closed, either on the couch or your bed

but of course you’re not going to complain

and he’s so glad you don’t

he’s also the type to almost never explicitly say that he loves you at first, it’s simply not something that comes naturally to him

instead he indulges in his love languages profusely, and he just hopes you get the message

he’s also afraid that you’ll leave him if he says something like that, so for a long time he doesn’t :(

so when you come home to a bottle of expensive wine wrapped in an exquisite red ribbon, you know he just wants to tell you how much he loves you

eventually, of course he’s comfortable with you enough to say it, and it comes completely natural

and since he’s such a romantic, he says it every morning when you wake up, and before you go to bed without fail

he’s definitely the type to show you off too

like, as he’s having a conversation with someone, he’ll suddenly get really loud when talking about you so everyone within a three-mile radius can hear

“well, you see i would go out drinking with you tonight, but i actually have a date. with my partner. you know them, right? here’s a picture i took of them a few days ago, just look a-”

also: biggest hype man

you could open a jar of jam and he’d be like “holy shit, you go babe”

nakahara chuuya kiss me rn challenge

anyway, basically he’ll love and support you no matter what

like truly you’re like a walking ray of sunshine to him

anyway !!!! DATES !!!!!!!

dates with chuuya are planned. always.

like i SAID he’s a hopeless ROMANTIC MY GOD

he absolutely loves picking you up at your doorstep and taking you for a ride around town on his motorcycle

speaking of which, your arms wrapping around his middle and squeezing him tight as he drives the bike is literally his favorite thing in the world. oh my god you’re going to make him melt

and i know for a fact your first kiss with him was after he dropped you off at your door when your first date was at its end

it was almost completely perfect honestly, except when your faces were just mere inches from one another, his hat bumped into your forehead and fell to the ground

baby was so embarrassed-- he went bright red and picked up his hat, basically shielding his face

he just wanted the date to be completely perfect– and it was!! until that happened

but obviously you just let out a light giggle and pulled him against you, and he quickly closed the gap between your lips

also, chuuya sleeps in

he sleeps a lot <33

that being said he loves lazy mornings

it’s well past 11, but you’re still laying in his arms– who is he to get up?? and disturb the peace??????

he will not.

also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i can’t even emphasize this enough, but please comb your fingers through his hair

there’s a chance he might melt into a puddle on the spot and never recover but still

on the rare occasion where he’s the little spoon--

(which, speaking of which, @dazai-centric has a headcannon that chuuya always insists on being the big spoon no matter what, but on rare occasions he lets himself be wrapped up in your arms and THEY’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.)

anyway, so on this rare occasion

where his head is basically buried in the junction between your shoulder and your neck, and you just rake your fingers through his hair softly

he dead. dead as hell.

and ERRRRM. kisses with him are just……… wow…………

naturally, he always wants to be the best at everything-- it’s just his personality

and kisses are no exception

he has to be the BEST

and he is

so, kisses are always so passionate and rough

okay hold on maybe this should go under the NSFW category 😐

ANYWAY!!!! 19472946/10 boyfriend

— NSFW

so rough sex is very common for y’all 😁

he likes to take his frustrations out from the day like this, and honestly you don’t complain

he definitely has a high sex drive so 😁

obviously you have an established safe-word and talk about everything before anything transpires because the LAST thing he wants is to hurt you in any way

but if you ask him to spank you he is definitely not gunna say no <3 chuuya said spanking kink

speaking of kinks

bondage xoxo

this goes both ways— he likes to tie your wrists to the headboard with rope and tie your legs down if you’re okay with it

for him, he likes his wrists cuffed to the bed

but he definitely doesn’t like all of his power stripped away by having him completely tied up

also he loves eye contact

that’s why missionary and mating press are his favorite positions <3

he likes to grab you by the jaw and make you look at him when he’s fucking you

“hey, hey, princess what did we say? if you want to cum, look me in the eyes when i fuck you, yeah?”

he loves praise and degradation equally

but if you’re degrading him don’t go too far :((

degrade slightly him while he’s on the bottom and he’s putty in your hands

now, if you praise him while he’s on top, get ready to not be able to walk for the next 3-5 business days because that’ll feed his ego a LOOOT

and he’ll just get lost in the moment because he loves you....... so much

he degrades you slightly, but only during foreplay

he calls you his little slut, or his whore

“aw, so wet for me and we’re barely getting started, doll. such a little whore, aren’t you?”

when you actually get into it, it’s all praise from him

he wants you to know how important you are to him, how good you feel and just everything on his mind

he loses his filter in the moment awn god

“so fucking perfect, i only want you. you’re mine. god, you feel so fucking good.”

he loves to hear you too-- it really feeds his ego

but sometimes if he’s really had a rough day, he’ll make you gag on his finger or wrap his hand around your neck

he doesn’t squeeze too hard nor genuinely make you gag, he just likes the way your eyes are barely able to meet his because he’s making you feel so good

but ANYWAY pet names are a MUST with him

he calls you doll, sweetheart, princess, baby, dove, doll

basically every sweet name under the sun during sex

he likes you to call him sir 😁

this man has no shame when it comes to noise

like absolutely none

since he’s possessive, he wants people to know he’s fucking you, and how good he feels because of you

no one else can make him feel that way and he wants everyone to know

so he’s LOOOUUUDD,,,, especially in your ear

he likes leaning down and moaning in your ear, just to get a reaction out of you

he makes fun of you for it later on, and you have his full permission to smack that smug little smirk off his face

but the amount of times you had to stop mid-way because y’all got knocks on your door from your neighbours 😐 they’re so sick of y’all

on average, you have sex at least 4 times a week

that’s not including quickies tho

did i mention that chuuya loves quickies <3

especially when it’s in his office and he fucks you on his desk

and because he doesn’t care who hears him-- you bet your ass the entire Port Mafia has heard you

he likes to go down on you for quickies more than actual sex, and he will respectfully never decline a blowjob

because he’s a gentleman

anyway

sorry to any of y’all who have a breeding kink,,, but chuuya definitely does not

he’s so afraid of having kids

moving on

onto sub!chuuya

did somebody say SWITCH 🤨☝️

chuuya did <3

now for a long time he doesn’t really let his submissive side out because,,, it’s a really vulnerable part of him yaknow?

but after a while, and after he’s completely trusted you to take care of him like that

oh boy

bottom bitch <3

still loud as HELL

except it’s less of moaning and more of whining

he’s such a whiner

and a brat

mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink mo

also i don’t really know how else to describe it but-- if you force him to look you in the eyes and use a stern tone

..........dead. dead as hell.

now take this drabble as a tribute to sub!chuuya

“and why should i listen to you? what are you gunna do?” chuuya furrowed his brows at you, as if he was challenging you.

“aw, baby,” you leaned down from your position of straddling him, caging his head between your arms. “you still have so much to say even though your hands are handcuffed to the bed. so bold, aren’t you?” you stroked his lower lip gently, and he whimpered lowly in response.

suddenly, you sat up, getting into a position to prepare to get up off of him completely, “but, you’re right. what am i going to do? i guess i’ll just leave you here for the rest of the night. go-”

“WAIT!! NO- I-” he bit his lip to stop any more words from escaping him.

“’wait’? is there something you wanna say, baby?” your legs trapped his once again.

“... please.”

he averted your gaze, and you reached down to grip his jaw sternly, moving his head to face you completely.

“please what?”

no answer.

“you know i can’t read your mind, baby. you’re going to have to use your w-”

“please fuck me.” the words tumbled out of his mouth, almost too quickly to even be audible, still, your lips shifted into a gentle smile.

but you weren’t completely content with him yet.

“and what’s my name?”

“...mommy.”

“and you want mommy to fuck you, is that right?”

“...yes. please...”

you planted a passionate kiss onto his lips, and upon breaking it, you shifted closer to his ear.

“well, i can’t say no since you asked so nicely, now can i?”

masterlist

#chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #chuuya x you #chuuya scenarios #bsd imagines #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd smut #chuuya imagines #chuuya fluff

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hanazou · 3 years

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matching onesies with him.

Books : Dazai | Chuuya | Oda

Shelf : Mixed

Genre : Fluff, domestic

Note : I did this of my own accord because I am, in fact, a softie

Dazai Osamu

This clingy crackhead.

Dazai will be the first to come up with the idea. It's actually a random one and he asked it so spontaneously, he doesn't expect you to actually say yes.

"Sure, why not?" You agreed.

He's both surprised and elated, and he didn't hide this reaction at all.

"Oh, darling!" He wrapped a hug around your neck. "You always revive my heart with your love!"

You both will be enthusiastic about picking the onesies and agree to surf the net instead of looking from shop to shop since Dazai is under the supervision of a certain angry Kunikida

It almost feels like babysitting. Not that you hate it right? Should you get an identical pair with different sizes? Or complementary ones?

Dazai will call the customer service to ask if they have black crow onesies since crows represent death in some cultures. The response is obviously no and it's obvious that the customer service was confused.

"That's a shame," Dazai whined disappointedly, shoulders dropping. "Wouldn't it be both cute and poetic if we had a double suicide while wearing matching crow onesie? Two achievements in one!"

At that point you wouldn't even be surprised anymore. You will just take the phone away from him to apologise and thank the customer service. You have to convince Dazai that you won't find a onesie of that kind

"Wait, don't tell me," You stared at him. "The reason you want to get onesies is just to wear a matching crow pair?"

"Is it?" He grinned mischievously. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but I just want to match with you."

Other ADA members will wonder what you and Dazai were doing, Kunikida the most. He isn't exactly curious, more like suspicious. What's that good-for-nothing Dazai up to now?

Eventually you find a pair of identical ones. Kind of rare designs too! Guess what?

Crabs! In red! The little eyes on the hood!

It will take less than a week for the onesies to arrive in a small box. When it does Dazai will pull out a cutter so energetically Atsushi will think he's going to pull a suicide attempt with it

"AAH! Dazai-san! No!"

Nothing will happen aside from Dazai stabbing the box (while making sure he doesn't cut the onesies inside. he's good with blades, ex Port Mafia and all)

The crab pincers for your hands are soft like mittens and so smooth???? Imagine sweaterpaws but with crab pincer mittens (!!)

It will take everything in you to stop Dazai from wearing it that instant since a client Fukuzawa talked about will be coming. You will need Atsushi's help to take it off him but let's not talk about it

Both of Dazai's legs are already in the onesie too..

It seems like Kyouka wants one. Yosano and Naomi will tell Atsushi to buy the girl one and match with her

When Dazai and you go home together, he will be so excited to wear the onesies immediately. Dazai will be light on his feet.

And when you finally put yours on? Pictures. Dazai will take lots of pictures of you. You're a piece of art and he wants pictures so he can recall the image anytime

"Oh, dearest~ How is it possible for you to be so cute?" He began his dramatic poses, a hand over his head while spinning like a ballet dancer.

You both will take a lot of couple pictures.

"Love, you are so adorable I want to eat you!"

"Is it me who's cute or the crab?" You teased back.

When Dazai makes a troubled expression to answer your question, you will have to pinch him 💢

If you can cook crab soup, wouldn't it be funny to make and eat one with Dazai while wearing crab onesies? He will be so clingy when you do it, like an old school married couple; when you cook, he'll be bugging you while hugging from behind. It feels cozy, don't blame him

You have to be keen with your eyes so you won't miss Dazai secretly pouring ajinomoto to the soup. Get him a healthier diet, I'm begging you.

"Look, the crab is red like us." He pointed at the soup. "And like your face when I do this." He took advantage of you turning your head to peck your cheek.

He will also pinch your nose with his pincer mitten. "Boop!" It's a challenge. Boop his nose back.

You think he's already as clingy as he can be, huh? Wrong. You are absolutely wrong. If he previously sticks around you like a magnet, this time he's glued to you.

Even in the shared living space, he won't let you go. Is it the softness of the onesie under his touch, the warmth, or your cuteness? Well, it's all of them. What then?

Snuggles.

You both cuddle together in the futon until falling asleep together. You feel twice as warm.

He's the big spoon, let him feel the smoothness of the onesie while feeling your heat. And for once, the double suicide joke stopped for the rest of day. That's how much this impacts him, and you're proud of him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Matching with Chuuhuahua in a onesie? You lucky fella.

You have to be the one initiating it with Chuuya. Baby boy will be like "Eeh?" at first. He's not against it at all but more like, confused. The request is out of the blue

"Come on, why not?" You tilt your head. "It will feel so soft to cuddle with?"

That's it, that's the spell for him to agree

Mans is a Port Mafia executive, you can't go out from shop to shop in a mall to get your onesie with his schedule, so you have to settle with online shopping with this guy too

Only when he has time to spare from beating up people

You will sit together on a couch at the headquarters once Chuuya and you don't have missions. It's a good chance to relax and unwind together too

Chuuya knows best where to find clothes, including onesies. There are so many options! Dinosaurs, frogs, bears, Sanrio characters, Doraemon, Pikachu, Line characters, pandas, unicorns, penguins!! (I should stop fantasizing Chuuya in each of them)

Chuuya will act cool and chill about it at first, but he actually got invested in choosing and thankfully he isn't a crackhead unlike a certain someone

He has a good fashion sense I don't accept criticism, and this side of him will jump out while both of you scroll the catalogue. He nails both street wear and mafia outfits daily, so you can bet he'd pick the best onesies for you both

"This one doesn't suit you," He moved to the next option. "These are the only colours available? Pass.", "What's with the unnecessarily long tail?", "Oh maybe this? Wait, I don't like the stripes."

Of course, he will listen to your opinion too but since you feel he's better at this, you just either nod or shake your head with him

You have to be careful with your words when picking the size (this is much more valid if you're taller) or he'll go "I'm not that short!"

Kouyou and Mori (+ Elise) will catch you both on the couch together while browsing, comfy and all, and Kouyou asked what you two were doing. Chuuya's face will be as red as wine.

When you want to explain, his gloved hand will cover your mouth and he frantically shakes his head, screaming "Don't!" silently.

But alas, while you want to tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed of, Kouyou will take the phone from your hand with a curious grin and a "What's this~?"

Chuuya will just accept fate at that point, growling to himself and all

Kouyou and Mori won't expect to see a catalogue of onesies, apparently. The "Huh," on their faces are hilarious, and Mori will be instantly inspired to get a full set for his Elise-chan, much to her distaste.

While Mori and Elise are going at it, Kouyou will actually share her opinions. Chuuya will crawl out from his burrow of embarrassment and listen to her with you.

"Rather than identical ones, these would be much better. They have variety." Kouyou said. And you both will agree. You both have been eyeing a specific pair anyway

You both will decide to get complementary ones! Chuuya's will be a brown teddy and yours a white bunny! (Try googling Line's Brown and Cony, they're cute you won't regret it) Kouyou will totally agree with the decision.

When the package arrives, both of you will open it together. Chuuya's eyes for clothes are never wrong, the quality is immaculate. So warm and smooth, not a seam out of place.

Imagine the blush on Chuuya's face when you put on the white bunny onesie. The bunny ears on the hood! The fluffiness! His flustered face!

He will be slightly hesitant to put his own on, but when he does, you swear you can die from the cuteness. Want to see more cuteness? Tease him about it, and maybe he'll tickle you down until you're too breathless to tease him.

Chuuya doesn't want to say it explicitly but it does feel really comfortable, it's suitable for winters too.

As usual, Chuuya will be the big spoon. You will melt into his warmth and the smoothness of his onesie, and you can tell he's enjoying it too, from the way he'll drag his hand all over you to feel the smooth fabric

"It's a good thing we listened to ane-san's suggestion, hm?" You asked. "I didn't exactly like the matching penguin pairs."

"Yeah, this isn't bad at all." Chuuya admitted, snuggling his chin into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm."

Oda Sakunosuke

First off I'm Odasaku's lover before I'm anything else.

When the weather gets cold, it's your idea to get onesies for the kids. They could use some cute onesies to sleep in.

Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, Odasaku will have time to spare to go shopping with you. Being the handyman of Port Mafia has its good sides, after all.

The atmosphere is identical to a date! You both meet up at evening after work, have a simple dinner first, then start the shopping. Shopping for the kids' onesies with him makes you feel like a parent doesn't it?

Odasaku and you will make sure not to pick flimsy, thin, or rough ones. Only the best for the kids. Both of you put your keen eyes to use, examining every considered piece

Odasaku and you will definitely discuss whether to get five identical or different ones. After considering that the kids have different personalities, choosing different pieces will sound more ideal. You both will grant them the liberty of picking themselves.

"We just have to make sure they don't fight over it." Odasaku said.

Lion, dinosaur, piglet, panda, and penguin. That's what you both will choose!

Odasaku is a man who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, so you relied on his eyes when it comes to him. You will see love and sincerity. He picks each piece with careful consideration.

The store clerk will throw an unexpected (yet clichéd shoujo) question at you both. "You picked such good choices. We have sets for adults too, why not match with your children?"

Odasaku and you will widen your eyes. First of all, parents? And match? Both of you stare at each other in confusion. Should you get two get a pair for yourselves?

"Why not?" Odasaku eventually said.

Odasaku's will be a brown dog and yours a white cat (remember that one official art of Odasaku with puppy ears? <3)

Odasaku and you will immediately visit the kids and give them their onesies. Their excitement in picking one for their own made you smile, and you can see the joy in Odasaku's eyes when the kids thanked him and you. He doesn't smile, but you don't need him to just to know he's glad his children love your pick. The way he pats their heads already speaks volumes of love.

Thankfully no kid wrestled to get what they want. You were especially concerned Kousuke will compete with someone

Odasaku will bring a secondhand polaroid he once bought at Yokohama's flea market to take pictures of the kids. You will herd the children to gather for the picture while Odasaku looked for the right angle in the other side of the room.

"Why don't you stay there for the picture too?" Odasaku asked you, half of his face behind the camera.

You kneel behind the kids and put your hands on Sakura and Yuu's shoulders, the ones who stood on the far left and right. That much is enough to warm Odasaku's heart, but when you too, smile for the camera, he freezes for a while to take the sight with his eyes

The picture comes out nicely. You will end up convincing Odasaku to take more but with him in it, together, all seven of you. You would need the curry diner owner's help to take the picture

"Sakunosuke, smile, will you?" You held his shoulder while you both kneeled behind the kids for the picture. He would be a little stunned

He smiles, but it was faint. Nevertheless, you recognise the content in his eyes in the photo, and it's enough.

When it's just the two of you in the living quarters, you will have to remind Odasaku that he too, bought a onesie. He will gladly put it on him since you look so eager, he's curious how it feels too

Your heart stops when he put on the hood with the puppy ears. You will have to fight back the urge to attack him with cuddles right there and then when his confused and innocent face matches the onesie so much!

"You're adorable," You smiled half teasingly, taking in the look of confused Odasaku who looked down at his onesie. The weight of the material felt right, it's like a cozy blanket.

"Try to put yours on," He says. When you did, his heart also missed a beat. The kitten ears on your head! The pure snowy white on you!

Odasaku is a bear hugger and when he hugs you, his embrace will feel tighter than usual. It's no surprise, he likes you and cats, and the way you interacted with the kids that day played tricks on his heart. You hug him back and ruffle his head while he mumbles his thank-you's at you

That night's sleep will be filled with nothing but cuddles of love and adoration. Yes, Odasaku is the big spoon, but you will also hold his arms tighter around you as you both drift into the night, chatting about life.

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chuuyasknife · 3 years

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random relationship hcs to start my acc :) (slight nsfw) dazai, chuuya, and aku

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dazai osamu

he would probably be really nervous about messing it up

but after awhile he’ll probably be really clingy

big spoon !!

loves soft dates like picnics or stargazing

would def die from happiness if you made him a playlist

would literally tell EVERYONE about you in a 50 min radius

even tho he hates to admit it he loves you playing with his hair

like if he’s ever stressed out about work or something just play with his hair

will do anything to make you happy

if your ever upset, call him and he’ll literally be there asap

he gives really good hugs 🥺🥺

likes to hold hands 25/8

i feel like he would have a godly voice so he sings you asleep !!

switch

likes teasing you (in more ways then one 😏)

calls you love, or like a random nickname he gave you

loves hugging you from behind

it makes you blush and he thinks it’s so cute

your his reason to live and he's not afraid to tell you

you always make sure he’s ok mentally and isnt overworking himself

he makes your your ok in return

if something is wrong then he’ll let you rant and tries to give you advice

will just hold you if you need him too

your like the only person he atually opens up too

chuuya nakahara

probably flirted with you by buying you expensive wine

not really into pa but when you guys are alone 😳

he’ll probably shower you in kisses

thinks consent is sexy (it is 🥵)

he’s a switch

he’s literally the best person to vent too

he may not know how to help you but he’ll definitely try

and if theres nothing he can do then he’ll just hold you

you guys probably have a fish or something

if you both work in the pm then he never lets you go on dangerous missions by yourself

like if he can’t go with you then he’ll send some of his subordinates to watch over you

if something does happen to you then he’ll kill everyone 😃

probably gets mad at you for almost dying even tho it’s not your fault

but then after he always feels bad and gives you whatever you want

you’ve gotten used to his fits and helps him calm down after

he always feels bad when he yells at you

he most likely wouldn’t keep his job secret because he takes great pride in it

you probably never would have thought he could have the job he does

probably has a knife kink

and if you do too??

your literally the one

he probably doesn’t really care about marriage but if your into it?

you’ll have a HUGE wedding cus this bitch is loaded

he’d probably invite dazai and most of the pm

if your family comes then you’ll both make up a whole story to cover up what he (or both of you) really do

the honeymoon doe 🥵✋

prepare to not walk for a couple days 😃👍

akutagawa ryuunosuke

i literally love this scene sm-

anyways

he was probably completely oblivious to your feelings at first

but when you told him straight up he was like “oh….why”

after you convinced him that your weren’t trying to take advantage of him or anything you too started dating

it took him awhile to get used to you touching him (like hugs and stuff like that)

but when he did he’ll never let go of your hand

like he gets anxious if your not holding his hand

probably has attachment issues and needs a lot of reassurance that your not gonna leave him

he’s really soft :,)

like chuuya he makes sure your save at all times

but if you have an ability then he trust that you’ll be ok

he probably has a praise kink

and gets really flustered with you compliment him

but don’t let that fool you, he’s definitely a top

probably draws blood when he kisses you

that’s hot sorry i-

if you ever upset he’d probably freeze up not knowing what to do

but after he thinks about it he lets you know he’s there for you

he’s the best person to vent or rant to

he’d just give you kisses and hugs, along with some advice if your want it

if not then he’ll just cradle you

when his coughing gets bad you’ll try to help him by calming him down and giving him his meds

if it gets bad enough, you call the pm for help

you make sure he takes a few days off even if he doesn’t want to

you try to put away some time for you two to have self care time

you have your own apartment but basically live with him and gin

HIS WHOLE APARTMENT IS FILLED WITH PLANTS

PLANTS E V E R Y W H E R E

it’s honestly so cute

he also has an aquarium with cool bugs

and a butterfly garden

and an ant farm

just a lot of bugs and plants

he even named them all

probably likes frogs too

oh and you both take days off to go to tea houses that have cool trinkets and stuff

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#anime #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs headcanons #dazai headcanons #chuuya nakahara #chuuya headcanons #akutagawa #bsd #bsd x reader #if this looks bad i'm sorry-#fanfic #slight smut #kinky lol #Spotify

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maryniss · 3 years

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The Match Is Still Going

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Summary: 2 times Chuuya dyed Dazai's hair and one time he didn't.

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Chuuya Nakahara

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara

Tags: Fluff; Kinda?; idk - Freeform; 5 Times; its actually three times; 2 times + one bonus cause i had no idea; Hair Dyeing

Notes: this. i wanted to finish this for so long. but now the fic is here and im not really proud of it. but it s ok cause yeah. idk. enjoy anyway byebye i.

Chuuya decided to dye Dazai the second that insufferable man dared to make fun of Chuuya’s hair color. That meaning Chuuya decided to dye Dazai thirty minutes after meeting him.

Knowing him now, he was surprised that he didn’t say anything earlier. But, as fifteen year-old Chuuya was sneaking into his new partner’s apartment -soundlessly, not that it mattered, ‘cause Dazai was sleeping like he was dead (some people’ wishes just can’t come true)

Chuuya snickered under his breath as he tip-toed into Dazai’s bedroom. The brown-haired man (not for long, though) was snoring loudly and the only thing Chuuya could think about was that ad he had seen on TV, about how to stop your husband from snoring excessively, or something like that. It was probably an ad for nose spray.

Verixil! And all the problems are gone! Sleep tight!

Chuuya shook his head and he looked at the objects in his hands. A tube of red hair dye, a brush and a towel. Did he know what to do with those?

No.

Did that stop him?

Also no.

Chuuya opened the lid of the tube and he poured some substance into his gloved hands (plastic hands, of course, he would never ruin his gloves only for that) and as he squeezed hard, the tube made a sound like a fart and Chuuya stopped. Dazai didn’t even react, but the redhead was tense and his didn’t breathe, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing did, so he just poured some more and then he took a wavy strand of Dazai’s hair and scrubbed the dye onto it until it was slick. He did two more strands and then he got bored and just put the whole thing onto Dazai’s scalp, not caring what the dyes was going to stain.

He then left and closed the door behind him, going to bed in his own apartment.

He slept well and he woke up even better. Dazai was screaming and he was trying to wash his hair, to make the ugly, neon orange color go away. Chuuya rolled on the floor with laughter and his sides started to hurt. The dye was spread uneven and parts of Dazai’s hair had now the color of poop.

He won this time.

1-0 for Chuuya.

***

Actually, let’s make that 1-1 because Dazai also dyed Chuuya’s hair purple the very next night and there were no words to describe how ugly it looked. Even if there were none, Dazai still found some and Chuuya also found words to describe how ugly Dazai looked.

Koyo took a photo, even neither of them wanted to.

They still keep the phot in their drawer. None of them admits it.

***

ii.

Chuuya was walking down the street and he was in a bad mood. No particular reason. He just felt down and he didn’t have any plans to even try to make himself look happy. What was the point? There was no one who cared anyways. It had been like that since he was little. And then there was a period when there really was someone who asked if he was ok; if he said he was not, then that someone would just nod and walk away. But, it was something…

Chuuya stopped and he looked at the barber on the other side of the road. A slim and tall silhouette disappeared inside right before Chuuya could actually tell that it was Dazai. The redhead rolled his eyes (out of habit) and he tucked his hands in his pockets and continued to walk. He wanted that coffee right now or he felt he would die. A common feeling that Chuuya was sick of. The coffee was going to solve everything…

His feet did not take him to the closest café, instead he entered the barber shop. The bell rang, but Dazai didn’t even bat an eye.

“So only a quick cut, right?” asked the barber, a small man wearing thick glasses, their lenses yellow. He was smiling and the air around him was cheer-full.

“Yeah, only a quick cut, and if you could show me how to make a hole through my skull painlessly while you are there, it would be great.

A French melody started playing and Chuuya rolled his eyes and smiled. The room was quiet but Dazai was practically radiating and the barber looked at him with an uncertain look.

“Uhm, I guess I could? But not painlessly, though.” Dazai sighed and closed his eyes.

“No, it’s ok. I’ll try elsewhere.” Both of them seemed to forget that Chuuya was there. But, suddenly, the hairdresser looked up and he was probably on his way to say “Can I help you?”, but Chuuya quickly put a finger to his lips and the man shut his mouth.

The people that just entered were dangerous; he could feel it. So, he just did what everyone would do: “I am going to bring my scissors and we can start.” Dazai didn’t say anything.

The man run to another room and closed the door. Chuuya lifted himself up a little bit and floated where Dazai was, looking in the mirror in front of him

He could now recognize the melody that was playing? How could he not? It was `La vie en rose` by Edith Piaf. Koyo was obsessed with this one some time ago when she was dumped by a cute barista from the coffee shop across the Port Mafia’s office.

Dazai’s eyes were closed and he seemed to be sleeping. Chuuya looked around and then he saw it: a botte full of a light-green hair dye, looking very much like wasabi. He didn’t hesitate and he took a spoonful of it.

Dazai snored. Chuuya put the substance gently onto Dazai’s scalp and spread it with his fingers. The brown-haired man (whose hair color was once red and also poop-like) opened his eyes and looked up at Chuuya.

They both stared into each other’s eyes for twenty-three seconds. Chuuya had counted it. He then smiled and left, Dazai looking dumfounded. He then looked into the mirror and saw the mess on his hair or that his hair was. He sat up quickly and went after Chuuya.

But the redhead was gone. And “La vie en rose” was pouring on the street and in the hot summer day and it seemed somewhat romantic.

Dazai would kill Chuuya the next time he would see him. There was no other chance now for the small man; he was obliged to commit a double suicide with Dazai.

2-1 for Chuuya.

iii.

Because Chuuya knew Dazai. That’s why he didn’t respond all of his messages that begged him to come over. Because he knew that Dazai was probably drunk.

What he didn’t expect was for Dazai to actually come to his apartment, knocking insistently at his door and shouting some nonsense. Chuuya tried to ignore him, but he forgot one crucial detail: he did give Dazai a copy of his keys, so, when Dazai entered in the bathroom where Chuuya was soaking in the tub, drinking some wine, the only thing the small man could do was to curse at his foolishness.

He shouted and cursed and almost spilled the wine, but Dazai didn’t move: he only sat there with a big smile plastered onto his doll face, and Chuuya was creeped out of his mind. He could only ignore him and that’s what he did.

It had been a hard day in the Port Mafia, ok? That’s why he fell asleep in the bath tub, with Dazai watching him intently.

He let his guard down and when he woke up, the apartment was empty. But his hair was a wonderful, delicate, simply beautiful, what more could we say, tone of blue, only strands of it still being that red Chuuya was so proud of.

***

Only later did he find the photo of them when they were smaller, glued to his bathroom mirror. He smiled and he when he flipped it over, he saw only saw a ‘2-2’.

If you look at it from another point, it could mean something else; Chuuya knew and his heart let itself sink in that sensation for a bit.

2-2 and match is still going.

They are still chasing after each other, trying to always be the best. Both of them know that they are unstoppable when they are together. They knew and they didn’t care because in their world, that is smaller than it seems, the arbiter hadn’t blown in the whistle yet.

Notes: Cause they love each other duh please stop being so dumb

#bungou stray dogs #soukoku #Dazai Osamu #chuuya nakara #dazai x chuuya #skk fic #bsd fic #AO3 fic #fluff #bsd fluff

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chronic-claire-universe · 3 years

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Love and Shame: Daily Administrations

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Tenth Chapter of Chuuya Nakahara’s journey through parenthood.

Warnings: None, Fluff.

A.N: post-time skip, Akiko is 3 years old.

23:45 signs the clock in your nighstand, your husband turns to you and asks "Y/N, do you think we will able to have another one?". Since Akiko grew up and started to go to kindergarten, you and Chuuya tried to give her a sibling, but last months have been effortless, your period arrived everytime and you were starting to give up. Your life was already fulfilled with happiness and everything you could ask for, but you and Chuuya both thought that it would be better for Akiko to have a sibling to grow up with. "Chuuya, I'm tired, we will think about it. Tomorrow is Saturday and after Akiko's training, she'll be with Yosano and Atsushi, we will sort it out this time, I'm sure!" Chuuya spoons you and kiss your neck "You're right, goodnight my love".

The morning after what wakes you up is your daughter screaming and jumping in the bed with Hermes "Mooom, Daddy time to train!! I'm hungry, and Hermes wants to eat too!" a meowl heard right after confirmes Akiko's words "Ok ok princess, I'm getting up. Let's prepare pancakes for you today. What do you think about it?" Chuuya says messing his daughter bedhead. "Mom, get up is late! Daddy prepares us breakfast" you groan and fortunately Chuuya speaks "Let's go, mommy still need to sleep a little". Sweet scent wakes up your nostrils, you stirr up and go downstairs completely messed up "Good morning love" Chuuya says kissing you on the lips "Ewwww mom daddy, gross!" your daughter says while eating her giant pancake. You sit down touchin your back and cutting your pancake you start to feel a bit odd, "Y/N is everything fine? You look so pale" you smile to him taking a piece of pancake and say "Don't worry, just some backpain, guess I exaggerated on last mission".

After a rich breakfast and house cleaning you go to your garden and you start to train together, Chuuya placed some Dazai's cutouts to train Akiko to shot her ability "Remember Red Princess, if you shot uncle Dazai in his head, daddy gonna give you a reward", your daughter shots a powerful hit but it landed on his crotch. You can't help but laugh and Chuuya says "It's ok, remember if some guys bother you at school you can hit them there and they will be KO right after!". Akiko giggles and turns to you saying "Mom I want to train with you, come here!" so you throw a weak shot to her and say " Block it!", your daughter struggles but in the end with Chuuya help she stops it "Mom, Mom look! I stopped it!" but what she sees is you laied in the porch "I guess mommy is tired today, let's get her to bed". You wake up 3 hours later, just in time to bring Akiko to the agency, "Y/N, are you ok? I can take Akiko on my own. Rest up" Chuuya says smiling "No no it's ok, I have to ask something to Yosano. Can you go for groceries, I want to prepare something special for dinner?" Chuuya nodds and starts to leave home clothes and let out his red hairs from ponytail "Sure, I take a bath and go straight away. See you later". Arriving at Agency Akiko starts to run and says "Auntieee, Atsu ni-chaann!" Yosano arrives and takes her in between her arms "Hey princess, how was your training, did you shot uncle Dazai with dad?" Dazai pouts from afar and Akiko replies "Yes, I even stopped one of mom's shot but she was too tired so I played with Hermes the rest of the time" Yosano looks at you and says "Go to say hello to uncle Dazai and Atsushi, I'll come back". Yosano takes your hand and bring you to her studio "Y/N, I presume you need something?" you smile and say "You always know everything, but you're right. I think I need some tests, could you do it please?" Yosano smiles, after some hours watching your daughter playing with Atsushi and Dazai, she gestures you to come. "Congratulations!" she says hugging you tightly, you smile and say "I knew it", "Any idea how to tell Chuuya?" Yosano asks, you smile and say "Yes, time to go. See you on Monday" you winked and take your daughter. Arriving at home you find a note written "My love, I'm running late, sorry. Boss called me for a task. I will be home before dinner!", you kiss the note "Ook Red Princess, today is an important day, let's prepare dinner for us and Hermes!". Evening arrived and when you hear the gate opening you run upstairs with your daughter and say something to her, Chuuya opens the homedoor welcomed by a delicious smell and says "Y/N, princess, Hermes!" the only one who reply is the cat who stirres up and meow to him, tiny steps are heard and Akiko arrives in front of her father and says with her hands behind her back "Daddy, I have something for you" Chuuya smiles and says "What is it princess?", meanwhile you come downstairs and watch from afar "Mommy said that I don't need this anymore because I'm grown up and someone will need it in 9 months" Chuuya looks at her fedora, the one you gave her for your wedding. He looked at her and then at you "Y/N? Is it real?" you smile and go to hug him and say "It is, I discovered it today. I love you" Chuuya starts to kiss you and thank you caressing your flat stomach but your daughter interrupts your moment "Ahhh I want to know too! Mom, Dad!" she commands and jumps, protesting. Chuuya smiles and says, taking and putting her tiny hand on your stomach "Hey princess, you're gonna be a big sister. Someone is growing in mommy's belly and we will meet them in a little while", Akiko pouts and says "When daddy? I want to train with them and have tea all together" you near to embrace your husband and your daughter and say "Soon princess, don't worry. We will train all together when they will be older!". Chuuya finds himself being emotional and starts to cry "Daddy? Why are you crying? Aren't you happy?", tears persist on his blue eyes and he replies "Yes I am, I'm so happy to have both of you. I love you" and then put the tiny fedora on Akiko's head and says "It's true, this is too much little for you! Tomorrow we go shopping!" , another day to add to the unforgettable ones.

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #nakahara chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya fluff #chuuya x pregnant reader #bsd fandom #bsd anime #bsd fanfic #dad chuuya #sexy daddy

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daffodildazaiwrites · 4 years

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can i pls request poly hcs for chuuya/reader/dazai bc i love them very much and also i just wanna date them both. perhaps just like “how they met” + cute relationship hcs if that’s ok!! nsfw is optional! Thank u so much ^^

THIS IS SUCH A GREAT REQUEST! Thank you so much anon! Also since I felt like it would be easier to establish a relationship like that I took the liberty of making the reader a part of the Port Mafia. It just seemed easier then to write reader as a part of the agency, I hope you enjoy, this was super fun to write!!!! Also I love writing poly relationships so feel free to requests more!

also ofc im writing nsfw it’s a shame that you even considered that i might not lol

Warning: Explicit sinful content at the end

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Your relationship with Chuuya was already well established on the day you met Dazai. Your relationship with Chuuya was of being flirty friends that always came to the edge of being something more. You weren’t going to lie, after working with the red head for so long you had developed a minor crush.

Meeting Dazai for the first time was one of the most confusing instances that happened to you. First of all, for someone who was imprisoned by the Port Mafia he had quite the mouth on him and second you’ve never witnessed Chuuya act so irrationally annoyed at someone before. At least someone other than you.

You’ve heard many stories about Dazai Osamu before, especially from Chuuya. You’ve expected the man to, at least, look more threatening. But after the interrogation began you noticed where his true weapon layed, his mind. That same weapon was the reason why you were so mesmerized by him. You could never admit this to Chuuya though. Dazai was the enemy and from the seeming of it, Chuuya absolutely despised him.

Dazai, noticing your lingering stares and open body language, was quick to engage in conversation. He was much more flirtatious then you anticipated and to be honest, it kind of worked. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you looked the other way. Dazai wasn’t the only one to notice your reaction.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?”

Meanwhile Chuuya was the embodiment of mixed emotions. Seeing Dazai after so long made him want to kick his face in to the wall and hug him. He was highly confused about the latter. But his rage grew when Dazai shamelessly flirted with you and that it worked????? he was appalled.

He never acted on it but he kind of figured you had a crush on him but apparently you also are head over heels about Dazai? He took in a deep breath. He might’ve over exaggerate the second part a bit.

After the encounter, Dazai visited both you and Chuuya frequently and as time passed it was harder and harder to consider Dazai as the enemy. Even Chuuya didn’t seem surprised anymore that the man just showed up in your shared apartment. After a certain hour the two of you grew accustomed to hear a knock at the window.

The only issue was that Dazai and Chuuya fought all the time. It was tiring for you. Especially when their competitiveness over you grew, you felt like a toy that was trying to be shared among two toddlers.

The first sudden realization that you might have feelings for the two men you have grown accustomed to is when Chuuya blatantly told you that he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be with Dazai and that he would understand. You couldn’t be with either of them because you had fallen for them both.

Chuuya is relieved when you don’t choose. Even if he wanted you happiness he couldn't bare the idea of losing two people he cared about. He could still argue that he hated Dazai with a fiery passion but he would be fooling no one.

Dazai is the first one to suggest a poly relationship as the three of you were lounging on the couch. Your head resting on Dazai’s lap as your legs rested on Chuuya’s. With confusion both you and Chuuya stared at him. You’ve heard the term before but you had no idea how it would work.

When Dazai explained the fundamentals of a poly relationship, you’re relieved. There was nothing wrong with you. You weren’t selfish or insatiable. Dazai’s proposition felt like a blessing and eased your troubled heart.

Chuuya on the underhand, still felt confused. He felt that trouble and heartbreak was inevitable in such a relationship. Especially because he had convinced himself Dazai was only suggestion such a thing for your sake. It wasn’t hard to see how you felt about the both of them so to him, it seemed like Dazai was just trying to spare your feelings. When your sparkling eyes landed on Chuuya, he felt as if he had to say yes, for your sake at least.

Dazai eased Chuuya’s mind when he admitted that he cared for the both of you and that he simply didn’t want to choose. He also added that they practically lived together anyway. This was enough to convince Chuuya but due to Dazai being a part of the Armed Detective Agency they had to keep it a secret. Dazai had no problem with this but both you and Chuuya weren’t really known to be good at being secretive. You were just too impulsive. Besides what if they had to attack the agency, what then?

But then again, none of you wanted to back down, therefore your relationship began.

General Relationship:

Dazai is a brat. He wants everything to go according to his plans. The fact that he’s very good at reading the both of you makes it easy for him to get his way. He doesn’t mind playing minor tricks or manipulation tactics to get you and Chuuya to do stuff you don’t originally want to do. It’s exhausting to constantly trying to understand if Dazai was genuine or just wanted you to do something. Chuuya suggested that he should just kick him in the face as a punishment but you preferred to actually communicate. The two of you sit Dazai down and tell him how awful you and Chuuya had been feeling. He’s shocked at first because he had no idea the issue had gotten that big, but he’s quick to apologize.

You and Chuuya mostly do the cooking. In fact you’re not going to even take credit, Chuuya is the actual one who cooks. You’re usually there more as an assistant. Since Dazai, for the sake of keeping the relationship off grid, comes home late the meals are usually prepared and waiting for him. Also Dazai tried to cook once, the kitchen caught on fire so Chuuya forbade him to cook ever again.

Dazai tends to tease the both of you a lot. Whenever the mafia and agency clashes in some way, he says the most inappropriate things and it flusters both of you. In fact, you saw the whole agency looking at Dazai with utter confusion and discomfort whenever he opened his mouth near the two of you. Chuuya ended up strangling Dazai when he got home and honestly, you let it go on more than necessary.

Unfortunately, since the relationship is secret you can’t really go on outside dates. The three of you stay indoors and your dates would usually consists of binging movies or reading books. The three of you decided to go out on full moons only. Chuuya would prepare a basket filled with you and Dazai’s favorites and would go on a moonlit picnic.

Chuuya is the jealous one. He hates when anyone so much as glances at you or Dazai. Of course, Dazai loves to play it up a bit especially if he KNOWS Chuuya can’t say anything or else he’ll be in trouble. In the end both you and Dazai shower the redhead with extra affection when the three of you are at home or else he’ll be super cranky for a week.

Dazai and Chuuya are both very open with their affection. They love to shower you with kisses and hugs. Chuuya especially. Since you and Chuuya work together it’s more easy for him to hold you hand or hug you from behind in the day time. Even if he would never admit it Dazai does get jealous because you two get to spend more time together while in the meanwhile he has to jump through hoops to see the two of you.

Chuuya smokes when he’s stressed and basically WW3 begins in the house. The two of you hate the smell and want him to stop.

“It’s just one smoke. It’s not like I smoke all the time.”

“SMOKING KILLS!”

“OH MY GOD IT’S JUST ONE SMOKE, I’M STRESSED!”

“DON’T TRY THAT CRAP ON ME WE WORK AT THE SAME PLACE!”

“Look you ALWAYS leave an empty carton of milk in the fridge and don’t get me started on Dazai!”

“What do I do?!”

“IT’S LIKE YOU DON’T EVEN TRY TO AIM WHEN YOU GO TO THE TOILET!”

When the three of you drink, usually wine, you and Dazai’s favorite thing is to get Chuuya drunk. He gets super clingy and affectionate and downright adorable when he’s drunk. Even with Dazai, Chuuya doesn’t hesitate to sit on his lap and give him a sloppy kiss and mumble how much he likes him. Then he starts to cry because he just loves the two of you so much and in the end he ALWAYS falls asleep on either yours or Dazai’s lap.

The fact that Chuuya and Dazai are absolute troublemakers you worry constantly. Even if you can keep an eye on Chuuya and make him not fight literally everyone that he sees, there’s really no telling what Dazai is up to. It gets to such a point that you end up crying in secret because the constant fear of losing either of them is just too much for you. When the two men learn of this they console you and decide to come up with a system where Dazai notifies them in every three hours by any means necessary. If he can, he also tries to texts more often.

While you and Chuuya love to cuddle, Dazai isn’t that much of a fan. Despite that he would entertain the two of you by wrapping his long arms and legs around both of you when you go to bed. You would usually be in the middle whilst Chuuya would be the little spoon. On days where Dazai came back especially late, he would find the two of you huddled up together. His heart would melt at the sight and after giving you and Chuuya a peck on the forehead, he would settle in, pulling you both closer to his body.

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Chuuya is the most nervous one among the three of you. Considering his former relationship with Dazai it’s hard for him to let himself be so vulnerable in front of the other. Much to Chuuya’s surprise, Dazai is patient with him and doesn’t do anything that might make him uncomfortable, he does love to tease Chuuya though. At this point teasing his loved ones is pretty much Dazai’s drug. As time passes Chuuya starts to trusts Dazai with his body and needs.

Dazai just screams dominant energy to you and you’re not mistaken. He would make you beg for his cock and tease you until you started to hump the nearest pillow with saliva dribbling down your mouth. He would want a show to say the least. He would tie Chuuya to a chair with his cock out and ready, then he would fuck you right in front of him, teasing Chuuya as he had his way with you. Asking Chuuya if the view was good, if he liked what he was doing to you, if he wanted to join them. He was also a fan of trying new things and toys as long as the two of you were okay with it.

Chuuya on the other hand was gentle as gentle could be. He would litter your flushed skin with soft kisses and make you feel like a true goddess. He would like to tease you in his own way. Chuuya would have his way with you in a slow and steady pace, sucking, licking and kissing every inch of your body. In the end you would writhe underneath him, begging him to put his cock in you and just fuck you already.

Seeing the two men for the first time together makes your cunt drip with want immediately. Dazai is quite tender with Chuuya and the way he slowly works him open with his long fingers and then fucks him is a huge turn on for you. The sight of Chuuya being filled with Dazai’s cock to the brim and the sweet noises of his moaning made you lose control. Your body would move on its own as you nestled yourself between Chuuya’s legs and sucked his hard cock.

When Dazai and Chuuya get together you are pretty much guaranteed to see stars. You love being filled up by both ends and feeling the two men you absolutely adore inside of you. Dazai would fuck you as you sucked on Chuuya’s cock. Both men groaning and moaning as they had their way with you. Being the one who has no self control Chuuya would wrap your hair around his fingers and started to blatantly fuck your mouth. You would the tip of his cock deep in your throat as you swallowed around him. Not liking to be ignored Dazai would snap his hips faster and harder, making you moan around Chuuya’s length. Your inner walls would clench around Dazai’s cock as you came. The two men would follow suit, both of them filling you up with their delicious cum to the brim.

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nolongerwrites · 4 years

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Chuuya with a small s/o (around kyokas high). I think peolpe would react funny if they see them both together *cough dazai cough*. She cant really fight but she is very good with words, like she is sassy and sometimes even a bit mean to people who makes fun of them.

Giiiiiirl I’m 4’11 and people always make fun of me when I’m with around taller people 😂 that’s why I’m such an asshole irl lmao

Chuuya x short F! Reader

꧂chuuya was 5’3, you were 4’10/4’11

꧂short couples for the win ✊🏻

꧂he loved that you were the perfect size for cuddling and carrying around 💖

꧂He also really loved the attitude you carried around with you. Often times people made fun of you for being so tiny despite being in your early twenties, and you didn’t take any kind of shit from them.

꧂chuuya knew damn well you couldn’t fight too well and your mouth often got you into a lot of trouble. More than once he’s had to come and save you before you really got your ass beat

꧂and then they would make fun of you both for being short. Then it was you trying to pry chuuya off of other people before he killed them

꧂you had a strange way of using your words. Everyone knew damn well that no matter what kind of argument was going on that you were going to win it, or you either had them cowering in the corner rethinking life decisions

꧂once again, your mouth always got you into some sort of mess. But on more than one occasion you did have some pretty heartwarming or nice things to say

꧂Chuuya often came to you after a long day, and you would cuddle him on the couch as you combed your fingers through his hair offering words of wisdom and encouragement.

꧂one time Dazai saw you both on the street while out running arrands, and he couldn’t help but pester him about how cute you both were. He laughed and joked about how you both looked like a couple of middle school sweet hearts

꧂Chuuya lost it. You had to chased him down for hours but eventually your tiny legs couldn’t run any longer and you gave up. He met you back at your apartment in tatters and bruises saying he got in it with Dazai

꧂after a few light punches from you, he apologized and you thanked him for sticking up for you even if it wasn’t necessary

꧂at the end of every day chuuya loved being the big spoon. He loved to hold you close to his body and bury his nose in your hair. You were perfect

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs headcanons #nakahara chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya x y/n #chuuya nakahara headcanons

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Hello, may I ask for a scenario or headcanons for dazai and chuuya with a drunk s/o who got horny and now wants to get her boyfriend in bed, but they know its right now just because of the alcohol? Maybe she is really firlty and really touches! Maybe she gives them some inspirations what they could do togehter..😏 I just tought that would be really funny and fluffy! Sorry for my english, I'm not really good with it😅

i'm not going to lie when i say i was kinda shocked the time i saw this but THANK U FOR SENDING IT IN RAWR~ i feel you because english is not really my forte either HAHAHA BUT I’LL TRY MY BEST!💖

𝙙𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙨/𝙤

𝙙𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞 𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪

let's be real, we expect dazai to be the sly one in this circumstances but N O ! !

this man knew you have this side of yours when you are drunk but never seen it before.

that's why when he got back from a tag mission with kunikida, dazai was a little surprised to see your bawling your eyes out to your best friend, kenji who was just laughing at you.

WAAAHHH!! KENJI HE DOESN'T WANT TO DO IT WITH ME ANY MORE!! AM I NOT ENOUGH??"

"now, now (n/n) maybe dazai-san is just b- oh there he is!"

the happy blonde pat his colleague on the shoulder before skipping out of the house, leaving the two of you alone

this is when dazai knew something interesting was going to happen

and you did not disappoint!

once the front door was shut closed, the bandaged man found himself on the ground with you straddling his hips, a small pout present on your face.

he was like "mY BELLADONNA WHATS WRONG??" and you just replied with "I WANNA DO IT" while start kissing his neck leaving marks and touching dazai teasingly from his chest until dazai jr.👀

he said "no way you are drunk, sober belladonna would kill me 👁👄👁" and tried to push you away but somehow a drunk must not be underestimated

before you could even kiss, dazai gave you a rare genuine smile before kissing your forehead making you sober from his gentle touch and curled up on his lap, as if searching for his warmth.

“oshamuuuuu!!” dazai hummed as he ran his fingers through your (h/c) locks as you both lie on your shared bed, cuddling with each other.

since he didn’t want to take advantage of you, the walking bandaged man suggested to cuddle instead, him being the big spoon and you as the small spoon.

“yes belladonna?? do you need anything?? a kiss or you know...” you gave him a glare making him sit up and raised his hands in the air in surrender.

“ok just kidding don’t glare at me like that. you woe my glass heart.” you huffed and turn around, obviously hinting the male that he done something wrong.

dazai just let out a chuckle before giving you a back hug and whispered ‘i love you’ as you both drifted off to sleep

𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖

you thought dazai was shocked?? this little angry emoji here is going to freak out i am so telling you HAHAHA

he knew you have an average alcohol tolerance so every time you went out, chuuya was the always wasted one and you on the other hand, would be assisting him until you two got back to your shared apartment

when mori and kouyou told him to go home early because apparently they noticed that you had a bad day and went home with gin accompanying you.

by the time chuuya entered the apartment, boi he was shock to see gin running away from you as you two scream at each other

"GINNN WHERE DID I GO WRONG??? AM I UGLY?? AM I REPLACABLE??"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING YOU ARE MORE THAN THAT!!

"THEN WHY DON'T HE MAKE A MOVE?? I WANNA DO IT WITH HIM!"

never in her life she was so grateful when she saw the port mafia executive standing there shocked, gin took this as a chance to grab her things and run out of the house after mumbling a sorry to chuuya

this man doesn't know how to handle a drunk you because he was already struggling with the non drunk you because of your craziness and now this??

you let out a happy cheer whe you saw your cute angry emoji boyfriend and gave him a koala hug, thanks to his quick reflex he caught you just in time

and then he asked you "what happened my love??" then you were like "LETS HAVE SEX!"

and boi did he almost chocked on his saliva when you said that + almost passing out when you started pecking his ears rawr

expect that ths baby would be out of his mind until he snap back into reality when you boop his nose for no reason at all

"hehe chuuya you are like an angry strawberry~"

"sh-shut up or no cuddles!"

then you started whining, flailing your arms every where making chuuya let out a whine of his own, finally telling you to pick - "if we do it i won't cuddle with you in one week."

"(n/n) stop squirming around. i thought you want you want to cuddle?" the male groan as you indeed started squirming for some reasons.

you looked up to him (yes you are the small spoon.) with your signature puppy dog eyes , pouting at him angrily making chuuya raised an eyebrow at your actions.

"you haven't done it yet!"

"but we agreed to cuddl-"

"no no no!" you angrily pound your fists on his chest, which didn't really affect him at all. "ok i give up, what is it??" he asked you while pulling you closer to him. from his point of view, he could see how cute you look with that soft pink blush on your cheeks and how you tried avoiding his gaze.

"(n/n) i am waiting."

"you haven't gave me your welcome home kiss yet..." you fiddle with your fingers and gave him another look that send his heart go boom boom💖.

"...you are so cute, i'm so lucky to have you." the executive let out a low chuckle before giving you a kiss on your lips, whispering 'goodnight my love' as the two of you fall asleep in each others arms.

i hope you guys like it! feel free to send your request if you want more 👉👈 might post guidelines latur rawr

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs fluff #dazai #dazai osamu x reader #chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd headcanons #x reader #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs hc #bsd hc

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carrotcouple · 4 years

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The Grass Is Always Greener When You Love Me Deeper, Darling (AO3)

Happy Birthday to my wifey @rest-in-bees! You mean the entire world to me! Thank you for being by my side for the past three years! I wrote you crack and fluff with no angst!

The days have been calm, boring even. Everything goes perfectly. He wakes up, answers the multiple messages from Gin, Chuuya, Dazai and Higuchi on his phone, occasionally he has one or two messages from Atsushi, but those are usually random. He goes to the Port Mafia and does his work for the day, steals, destroys, lies and sometimes spills blood on Mori’s orders. Higuchi is always by his side making things as smooth and easy as possible for him. They’ve changed over the years, the two of them. They’ve settled in a friendship and partnership that makes it easy to interact. Of course, things are very different with the weird push and pull that Gin and Higuchi have been doing and the space between them that has gotten smaller and smaller with every interaction.

Ryuunosuke supposes he will have to talk to Gin about that soon.

In other words, Ryuunosuke is very bored.

Nothing exciting is happening, aside from coming back home to have pistachio shells strewn all over his bed like rose petals, courtesy of Dazai.

It’s not that Ryuunosuke is dissatisfied. He’s very pleased with how things have settled down and as he’s changed over the years, he finds this stability very calming.

Too calming actually.

He’s aching for a fight, for some kind of drama, for his heart to beat so hard he would be able to hear it in his ears and feel it in his fingertips.

The rush that he used to feel back when he first met Atsushi is gone.

That’s not to say that he doesn’t feel it. He does feel it every now and then when he has to fight a particularly annoying group of idiots or when he meets Atsushi and his brain teeters on switching to fight or flight mode. He doesn’t get why though.

Of course, Gin has noticed his restlessness by now and is joining Dazai in his attempts to make Ryuunosuke’s life a little more exciting. Now Ryuunosuke wakes up to life like wax statues of the grudge in his room and he’s this close to murdering both Dazai and Gin.

Luckily, with Rashoumon always with him, Ryuunosuke doesn’t fear anything other than Dazai when he has that no good grin on his face. So those wax statues are promptly and stoically disposed of.

If his neighbors screamed in terror at the sight of the grudge in the dumpster...well...that has nothing to do with him.

Anyways, Ryuunosuke is still bored and slouches on the sofas in the longue of one of the Port Mafia buildings. Higuchi tries to cheer him up with baked goods and rumors of underground wars they might have to quell.

It is on one such day, as Higuchi is trying to shove a document on the history of a Yokohama drug trafficking into his face, that Ryuunosuke receives that fateful phone call from Chuuya.

“Chuuya san,” Ryuunosuke picks up the phone immediately. He has a certain respect for the man. His fighting prowess is like no one else’s and he can put up with Dazai, in fact even push the man around himself sometimes. That deserved respect.

“Akutagawa! I need your help!” Chuuya shouts into the phone.

And Ryuunosuke’s heart goes thump, thump.

Chuuya needing his help. That doesn’t happen everyday. Chuuya tends to finish all of his missions flawlessly with no help at all. To ask Ryuunosuke for help, it has to be something very serious, something that can relieve Ryuunosuke’s boredom.

“What do you need?” Ryuunosuke is already dashing out of the longue, Higuchi shouting after him.

“I need you to go somewhere,” Chuuya is shouting and Ryuunosuke can hear the rush of air, meaning that Chuuya is flying.

“I can get anywhere immediately with Rashoumon,” Ryuunosuke says.

“OK, do you remember the alley behind Agni Cafe?” Chuuya asks and honestly, how could Ryuunosuke forget that alley, the place where he first met Atsushi and had made Rashoumon bite his leg clean off?

“I’m right near there, actually,” Ryuunosuke says, moving as fast as he can. It doesn’t take long to see the alley and practically dive towards it.

“Right, when you get there you’ll see-” Chuuya is still flying and still shouting and Ryuunosuke slides into the alley and prepares for a fight, “-three kids that aren’t from around here, are lost and need to be escorted safely back to wherever they need to go!”

Ryuunosuke nearly spits up a lung.

There are indeed three kids, two boys and one girl. They look like they’re maybe seven years old. They’re wearing backpacks and holding hands. Ryuunosuke almost drops his phone. The three children look up at him and Ryuunosuke has to resist the urge to leave immediately.

“Chuuya san,” Ryuunosuke says slowly.

“You have to do it OK?” Chuuya shouts. “I would do it, but I’m on the trail of a bunch of cockroaches!”

“But I-” Ryuunosuke is desperate.

“No excuses! Bye!” And the call cuts. Ryuunosuke pulls his phone away from his ear to stare at it in pure disbelief. Why would Chuuya call him to escort a bunch of kids when he could have called maybe Atsushi?

“Ah! It’s the oniichan with the black fancy coat that Chuuya niisan talked about!” The little girl brightens up and the two boys instantly start clamouring in excitement.

“Did you see him fly?”

“He wasn’t flying!”

“Yes, he was!”

If this is some plot of Dazai’s that Chuuya has been talked into helping out with, Ryuunosuke is going to gruesomely murder his former mentor.

------o------

When Atsushi walks into the cafe, he is stunned at the number of flower vases crowding the shop. It doesn’t seem that out of place for a cafe, but Atsushi has been frequenting this shop for four years now and they’ve never had so many flowers. Lucy, his best friend, is behind the counter and muttering to herself. She looks up at him and nods. Atsushi quickly takes a seat.

Lucy knows what he likes.

The flowers aren’t flashy or too fragrant. They’re all small bouquets of forget-me-nots and gardenias. They’re lucky that none of the customers that visit the cafe are allergic to pollen or have asthma, otherwise Atsushi is sure the Master would have never allowed the flowers to be put up.

Was the shop trying to change the aesthetic?

“Here,” Lucy puts a coffee and a brownie with ice cream down in front of him. Then she slides into the seat across from him, holding a tall pink lemonade for herself.

“So, what’s...with all the flowers?” Atsushi asks. Lucy sighs heavily and takes a long sip of her lemonade. There are no customers, so she is free to just sit with him.

“That’s what I want to know,” Lucy says.

“Lucy chan has a secret admirer,” Youko chuckles from the counter and Atsushi glances at the poor lady that Dazai has asked to strangle him one too many times. Then he looks back at Lucy who has her face buried in her hands.

“Ah…” Atsushi says in understanding. Now the choice of flowers make perfect sense.

“Please,” Lucy says into her hands, “tell her not to waste her salary on me,”

“What are you talking about?” Atsushi asks, leaning back and eating a spoonful of brownie and ice cream. “She does what she wants.”

“But this is too much!” Lucy looks up.

“It’s not like she’s asking you out,” Atsushi says.

“That’s the problem! If she was asking me out, I could reject her!” Lucy snaps.

“What’s the big deal? Just accept it. She doesn’t listen to anyone. And anyways, it’s not like you’re against it.” Atsushi shrugs at his best friend and Lucy mumbles something into the wood of the table.

“How has your day been so far?” Lucy asks, trying to change the subject. Atsushi takes pity on her and accepts her feeble attempt.

“Stopped a bomber with Kenji kun. The guy was trying to imitate Kaji Motojirou from the Port Mafia,” Atsushi explains. “Then I discovered Dazai san has been stealing things from my kitchen? Kunikida san beat him up for me.”

“Sounds like him,” Lucy nods.

“But what I can’t understand is why he seems to be stealing pointless things,” Atsushi tells her.

“Such as?” Lucy asks.

“The broken and rusted spatula Kyouka was going to attempt to use for something, burnt out candles, unshelling all of our pistachios and taking the shells only and other various things of the sort. To the point where Kyouka and I didn’t even realize things were missing until we thought about it.” Atsushi shrugs.

“Speak of the devil,” Lucy mutters as the door opens and Dazai sings out a greeting and behind him comes Kyouka.

“These are a lot of flowers!” Dazai comments. “Are they for me?”

“You wish,” Lucy rolls her eyes.

“Ah, your coldness is blinding,” Dazai fake swoons and Kyouka frowns behind him. Then Dazai takes Lucy’s hand and Kyouka instantly smacks him on the back of his head.

“Ouch! Kyouka chan!” Dazai whines.

“Dazai san, do us a favor and leave us alone,” Atsushi deadpans. “Your advances are wasted on someone who is just about as gay as I am.”

“It’s fine. Dealing with him is equal to dealing with an idiot,” Lucy says. Dazai fake swoons again and Atsushi is tempted to call Chuuya and let Dazai listen to him scream at him. Kyouka smacks Dazai again and turns to Lucy.

“Are you OK?” she asks and Lucy flinches and turns red.

“Yes,” Lucy nods. “I am fine,”

“We only came to get something for Ranpo san before he heads out for his case,” Kyouka says. “We will be on our way soon,” she dips her head towards Lucy and then drags Dazai by the back of his coat to the counter where Dazai’s attention immediately switches to Youko who takes what he says in stride and quickly prepares what Kyouka orders.

“Someone’s staring,” Atsushi hums into his coffee cup.

“Shut up,” Lucy bites out.

Atsushi just shrugs and finishes up his brownie.

Kyouka ends up dragging Dazai out who waves enthusiastically and then his eyes zero in on Atsushi, a wild grin spreading across his face. A shiver crawls up Atsushi’s spine and he immediately feels the urge to check every single thing he owns and also make sure everyone he knows is not being faced with something unexpected.

And then the cafe door shuts.

“Lucy, please, if I die, my belongings go to you and Kyouka,” Atsushi blurts.

“What the fuck?” Lucy asks, her eyes judging him.

“And also, the stash of fancy high class tea I never use goes to Akutagawa,” Atsushi continues, absolutely terrified. With very good reason, Atsushi believes. The last time Dazai had smiled like that at someone, it had been Chuuya and Atsushi had watched Chuuya nearly destroy their office after he learned that Dazai had somehow changed his name on several of his official documents to ‘Dazai Chuuya’.

Well, they did actually get married after that debacle.

But still! What’s terrifying is terrifying!

“Speaking of Akutagawa…” Lucy trails off. “How is wooing him going?”

“I’m sorry?” Atsushi chokes out. Being shocked is a horrible move. One of Lucy’s absolutely maniacal grins stretches across her lips and Atsushi shivers.

------o------

Gin, Ryuunosuke believes, was an incredibly well behaved child. When they crawled in the streets searching for food, she never complained, even when her stomach grumbled loudly, she would hold onto his tattered shirt silently. When he got into fights, Gin would never let herself get caught, she would crawl into shelter if the fight was too much for her, or she would flawlessly lessen his opponents. When he would have to go somewhere, she would wait for him. When they couldn’t sleep on cold nights, she only smiled in absolute delight as he used Rashoumon for puppet shows to take her mind away from the cold. She never strayed from his side.

Ryuunosuke was horribly naive to think that all children could be like Gin.

It’s only been two minutes and he’s already lost sight of one of the boys.

This makes the other two start wailing and shrieking in absolute distress. Ryuunosuke wants to yell at them to shut up for maybe five seconds so he can at least attempt to remember the last time he saw the little devil. But they’re attracting enough attention as it is. He doesn’t want to have to deal with people trying to call the police on him for trying to make a bunch of little brats stop crying.

“Keiji kun!” The little girl starts screaming hysterically and then she starts to run off. Ryuunosuke nearly has an aneurysm.

“Wait right there!” He snaps a little harsher than he needs to be, but he can’t help it. His only experience with children are Gin, Elise and Q. The girl freezes, but miraculously shuts up, turning to look at him with wide tear filled eyes. The boy that is still standing near Ryuunosuke looks up at him with similarly tear filled eyes, except now he looks scared.

Fuck.

Ryuunosuke takes a deep breath.

Calm down, think of them as Gin. Think of them as Gin. What would Atsushi do in a situation like this?

“If you run off, we’ll also have to search for you,” Ryuunosuke says slowly, nearly gritting out every word through his teeth. “That’s why we should look for…” Ryuunosuke pauses. He doesn’t know the name of the child they just lost.

“Keiji kun,” the boy next to Ryuunosuke supplies helpfully.

“We’ll look for Keiji kun together,” Ryuunosuke says. The little girl brightens up and she immediately dashes back to Ryuunosuke, grabbing his hand with her tiny one. Ryuunosuke flinches, pulling away from her grip instantly. She stares up at him with confused eyes.

She doesn’t understand.

Ryuunosuke’s hands are littered in scars and callouses. He’s broken his hands time and time again to live. To live like a murderer. He shouldn’t be holding hands with a little girl who had no idea how much blood is on his hands. The only person aside from Gin willing to hold his hand is Atsushi when they’re helping each other stumble away from a finished fight.

“My name is Nana!” she beams, her tearstained face transforming. She grabs at his hand again, and this time, her grip is as tight as a child her age can make it.

“I-I’m Koutarou!” The boy next to Ryuunosuke says. He doesn’t reach for his hand, thankfully. Instead, his fingers latch onto Ryuunosuke’s coat.

“Oniichan, what’s your name?” Nana asks him.

Everyone knows that Akutagawa Ryuunosuke is a mass murderer.

“Ryuunosuke,” Ryuunosuke huffs. They aren’t going to meet him ever again, so it isn’t a problem.

“Ryuu niichan!” The two of them chirp at the same time, their eyes sparkling.

Ryuunosuke is going to kill something.

“No,” Ryuunosuke breathes out through clenched teeth, telling himself to think of Gin. Think of Gin. “You will only call me oniichan.”

“OK!” Both of them are undeterred by the sudden spike in his bloodlust. When he was asking for things to get interesting, this wasn’t what he was asking for.

“Now, let’s go find...Keiji kun,” he says and the three of them retrace their steps back to where they started from. They find him soon enough, pressed against the glass of a confectionery shop. He’s getting the glass dirty with his grubby fingers and his nose.

“Keiji kun!” Nana and Koutarou shout happily at the same time. He turns to look at them and smiles.

“Oh! Koutarou kun! Nana chan! Oniichan!” he says, like nothing’s wrong.

“What do you mean ‘oh’?” Ryuunosuke snaps before he can stop himself. Keiji’s eyes widen. Eh, well, he’s already started, so he might as well go the full mile. “Do you realize what could have happened to you? You got separated from your guardian in Yokohama. Do I need to enlighten you on how dangerous this city is?” He’s the most frustrated that he actually had to go looking for a child that wasn’t concerned in the least by the fact that he had gotten separated from his group while Ryuunosuke had to deal with his two hysterical friends.

Keiji’s nose starts to wrinkle and Ryuunosuke watches his eyes go shiny.

Oh for the love of God.

“Oniichan is right!” Nana comes to the rescue, sounding very stern, like she wasn’t trying to go her own way two minutes ago. “Teacher always tells us that we’re supposed to keep an eye on each other and hold hands! Keiji kun let go of my hand!” Nana says matter of factly and then holds out her hand to Keiji who seems to try to hold back his tears as he takes Nana’s hand.

“Now,” Ryuunosuke says, already exhausted. “Let’s go to the nearest police box.”

------o------

“Now, now,” Lucy leans forward and onto her elbows, her chin resting on the back of the folded hands. Atsushi hates that smile on her face. “Why don’t you tell me how your relationship with Akutagawa has been developing?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Atsushi splutters, he can feel the heat in his face. He’s probably blushing up a storm and Lucy just sits there, staring at him with that knowing look on her face.

“Atsushi, you do know that you’re a terrible liar, right?” Lucy asks him.

“I know,” Atsushi hisses. “Just…” he slams his face onto the table, “I don’t think that many people have noticed…”

“Everyone has, Atsushi,” Lucy leans back, sipping on her lemonade. Oh how the tables have turned. “Everyone except for Akutagawa himself.”

“That’s because this is just me realizing he’s attractive, OK?” Atsushi snaps. “I don’t have a crush on him yet! I’ve just realized he looks nice!”

“And he’s your type,” Lucy stirs her lemonade.

“And he’s my type!” Atsushi exclaims reluctantly. “But, that doesn’t mean I want to date him or something!”

“By the way, isn’t that him right there?” Lucy asks, suddenly looking out of the window curiously.

“Huh?” Atsushi turns to look and almost chokes on his coffee. Lucy is right. Akutagawa is walking quite a bit of distance from the cafe and he’s holding the hands of three small children. Atsushi slams his hands down on top of the table as he shoots up to his feet. “No way!” Atsushi hisses, pressing his hands and face against the shop window in absolute horror. “Why is he with three kids?”

“Maybe he’s kidnapping them?” Lucy says, watching in disinterest.

“Why?!” Atsushi screeches.

“I mean, doesn’t the Port Mafia pick homeless kids off the street?” Lucy asks him.

“They do! But!” Atsushi practically flattens his face against the cafe window. “Those kids don’t look homeless?”

“And what are you going to do about it?” Lucy raises an eyebrow at him. Atsushi glanced back at her for a second and then realizes Akutagawa is going to leave his sight in a bit.

“I’m going to follow him and stop him if I need to!” Atsushi declares. Before Lucy can say another word, Atsushi has leapt over his seat and dashed out the door. He hears her calling his name but he’s too busy wondering how to fend Akutagawa off without involving the children.

But first and foremost, Atsushi has to find out what Akutagawa is up to. So he slips into ‘stealth mode’, as Dazai likes to call it. It’s something Dazai took him two whole years to teach. Atsushi has perfected it now and can slip up behind Kunikida easily. The downside of using this in public is that people around him often fail to notice he’s there and accidentally bump into him. So now Atsushi has to maneuver his way around perfectly and quietly while keeping an eye on Akutagawa from an appropriate distance.

And then one of the boys spots a shop on the side and stops, stepping away from Akutagawa. Akutagawa doesn’t realize it at first but he freezes the next second and spins around, murderous intent on his face.

“Keiji kun!” he barks. The child attempting to become one with a glass display flinches and turns to look at Akutagawa. Atsushi may or may not have used his tiger vision to keep an eye on things properly. And he watches the little boy tremble. This calls for Atsushi to interfere!

“I’m sorry, Oniichan!” The boy wails and immediately rushes forwards to take the hand of the little girl holding Akutagawa’s hand. The little girl frowns.

“We just told Keiji kun not to wander!” The girl pouts. Akutagawa sighs like everything in the world is testing his patience and then rolls his eyes.

“Let’s go,” he says.

So Atsushi may not have moved from his hiding spot. But things were looking really interesting and he has not yet determined that Akutagawa was going to harm the children. So Atsushi follows silently. Watching Akutagawa holding the hands of two children is making his heart do weird things in his chest.

Atsushi has only followed them for another thirty seconds when the little girl screeches in absolute delight, lets go of Akutagawa’s hand and dashes towards a toy shop with anime character design posters on the front.

“Hey!” Akutagawa snaps. “Nana chan!” The little girl is too lost in her own world to even hear him. Atsushi hears a familiar crackle and his heart leaps in his chest.

No way, even Akutagawa should know better right?

Rashoumon extends from Akutagawa’s coat and Atsushi dashes forward. Only to stop when Rashoumon merely curls around the strap of the girl’s backpack and tugs her slightly backwards, halting her in place. Rashoumon slithers out and grabs the backpacks of the two boys as well.

“I should have done this first,” Akutagawa groans.

“Woah! What is this oniichan?” The little girl asks in absolute delight, forgetting the shop she had been looking at earlier.

“It’s my gift, Rashoumon,” Akutagawa says, rubbing his forehead. Luckily, no one has actually noticed Akutagawa using Rashoumon. Akutagawa is kind of well-known after all, Atsushi muses.

“Gift?” one of the little boys lights up.

“My mom says that people with gifts are scary,” the other boy says.

“That’s not wrong,” Akutagawa says. “But that’s not completely true either.”

Oh? Atsushi leans forward in interest. Is Akutagawa of all people giving three children a Gifted People 101?

“Just like how there are good people and bad people, some people use their gifts for good things and some people use them for bad things as well,” Akutagawa grimaces at this, probably thinking of all the gifted in the Port Mafia. Atsushi doesn’t blame him. They are a prime example after all. And the detectives in the Agency also worked on their own moral system. “I know someone who has a very strong and dangerous gift, but he can also do wonderful things with that gift.”

Atsushi flushes, was he talking about Chuuya?

“Really?” The little girl asks, patting the tendril of Rashoumon attached to her backpack.

“Yes,” Akutagawa says. “Now can we please finally make some progress towards the nearest police box?” He sounds like all of his patience has left him and he’s keeping himself from ditching these children with what little willpower he has.

Wait, police box?

Atsushi’s heart does a clearly unhealthy and unnatural flip inside his chest.

Akutagawa was helping a bunch of lost children! What the heck?

Atsushi shakes his head, turns towards the wall of the building he’s been hiding against and slams his face into the bricks.

I know he’s your type, but you have to get a hold of yourself!

He can almost see Dazai, Chuuya, Lucy, Kyouka and Ranpo laughing at him in the back of his mind and he slams his face into the building a couple more times, ignoring the looks people are giving him. Excuse him, it’s not like it’s his fault that gifted people all seem to have something wrong in the head. He is clearly gifted, so it’s a given that he’s a little insane. Yes.

“Alright, let’s go back to following them,” Atsushi turns back towards Akutagawa and the children, only to see they’re gone. “Ah! I lost them!” Atsushi cries out. But they were heading towards the nearest police box so Atsushi knows which direction they’re heading. Atsushi quickly rushes in the direction of the police box, wondering why it didn’t occur to Akutagawa to leave the children at the Detective Agency.

And Atsushi is so focused on heading towards the police box, he almost misses the fact that Akutagawa has moved to the side. Or rather, the children have. They’re crowding around an ice cream stand, absolutely sparkling. Akutagawa looks disgusted.

“We need to leave,” Akutagawa hisses.

“Oniichan! Buy us ice cream!”

“Ice cream!”

“Ice cream! Ice cream!”

Akutagawa looks up to glare at the ice cream vendor, like it’s his fault for existing at all in that one place that distracted the children and Atsushi stifles a laugh as the vendor yelps in terror. Atsushi has been on the receiving end of worse glares from the mafioso. The look Akutagawa is giving the vendor is just very displeased, not I will murder you if you so much as move your mouth, so Atsushi isn’t very concerned.

If anything the displeased look is kind of sexy, Atsushi reasons.

“Stop!” Atsushi whisper-shrieks to himself and slaps his hands against his face. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” Atsushi slaps his face repeatedly, once again ignoring the looks people around him are giving him. “Don’t give Dazai san and Lucy more reasons to torment you!”

But he is sexy! Atsushi’s mind betrays him.

“I know!” Atsushi snaps, pinching his cheeks and daring his mind to betray him again.

“OK, fine, what flavors do you want?” Akutagawa gives up and takes out his wallet. The three children at Akutagawa’s feet brighten like the sun and rush to hug him. Akutagawa looks absolutely horrified. Atsushi will have to see what kind of look Akutagawa would give him if he hugs him.

“He’ll probably kill you,” Atsushi mutters.

“Are you their older brother?” the vendor has the gall to ask Akutagawa.

“I have a younger sister, but she is much more behaved than these three,” Akutagawa deadpans.

The vendor chuckles very awkwardly and hands the children their ice cream as Akutagawa glares at him. Akutagawa pays him, looking like he would rather rip out his own liver than hand over money for some flimsy frozen flavored cream.

Atsushi may be a little in love.

“Excuse me?” Atsushi asks himself incredulously.

Oh god, he thinks he may be a little in love.

Why?

Two years of reluctant partnership and two years of a strange kind of friendship and one month of realizing Akutagawa is his type and Atsushi is in love?

Does that even make sense?

Of course it doesn’t. Atsushi must be overthinking things.

“Let’s go,” Akutagawa says and he looks like he’s said that enough times to hate saying it. Just as he says this, one of the boys steps forward, trip and falls over, ice cream and all.

“Koutarou kun!” The two other children cry out. The boy sits up, looking stunned with butterscotch ice cream all over his uniform and dirt on his forehead. For a moment he looks like he’s about to burst into a crying fit of distress, when the bit of Rashoumon that’s attached to his backpack lifts him up and to his feet.

Atsushi watches in absolute awe as Akutagawa bends over examining the boy’s knees and then sighs like the most inconvenienced person in the world and uses Rashoumon to clean the front of the boy’s uniform and rub the dirt off the boy’s forehead.

“Don’t cry from something that small. I will buy you another ice cream so watch where you’re going next time,” Akutagawa says. Then he stands up and turns around to glare venomously at the ice cream vendor. “You should know what I need right?” Akutagawa asks flatly.

“Yes!” The vendor cries out, scrambling to get another cone of butterscotch ice cream. He hands the cone over to the little boy and the child smiles brightly despite the redness around his eyes.

“Oniichan! We won’t get distracted anymore!” The girl tells Akutagawa.

“That would be prefered,” Akutagawa says and Atsushi can tell Akutagawa doesn’t believe the little girl at all. But surprisingly, the rest of the trip to the police box is uneventful. With Rashoumon attached to the children’s bags and Akutagawa’s flat look that says ‘no’, they arrive in no time.

“There’s the police box, oniichan!” The children tug on Akutagawa’s clothes.

“I know,” Akutagawa says. “I can’t go there, so the three of you will have to go there by yourselves. Don’t get distracted, I’ll be watching you.”

After all, Akutagawa is still wanted. Sure, the Port Mafia has helped with keeping the city safe from outside threats, but they still are the living and breathing darkness that dwells in the night. Atsushi feels a little sad about that. It makes it significantly harder if he wants to invite the other on a date.

Atsushi doesn’t even bother fighting his own mind at this point.

“OK…” the children look upset.

“Oniichan,” the child that had said that gifts were scary and had also dropped his ice cream looks up at Akutagawa, “who is that person you were talking about earlier? The one with the dangerous gift?” Akutagawa frowns and then makes a face like he’s eating something sour.

“He’s...my partner...you could say...but that’s not important! Go to the police box!” Akutagawa snaps.

Atsushi’s entire face is on fire.

If I don’t ask him out on a date right now, I will make Kyouka stab me.

------o------

Nana, Koutarou and Keiji cling to his coat, looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes that Ryuunosuke is sure would be devastating if he isn’t more enamoured by chilling, glow-in-the-dark, tiger eyes.

“Run along now,” Ryuunosuke nudges them with Rashoumon. Nana tears up and then hugs his leg.

“I will come back to see you again, oniichan!” she says tearfully. The boys clamour in agreement.

“Please don’t,” Ryuunosuke deadpans. They don’t hear him. They hold each other’s hands and then rush towards the police box. Ryuunosuke watches them slip into the police box and sighs. “Not like you guys will ever actually manage to see me again.” Ryuunosuke turns around.

“Now, you don’t know that,” Atsushi says. Ryuunosuke nearly stabs him with Rashoumon in surprise. Atsushi’s face is red. Ryuunosuke suddenly realizes what’s going on. He nearly turns purple from the pure indignation.

“How long have you been here?” Ryuunosuke bites out. Depending on his answer he might stab him less.

“Since you passed the Detective Agency,” Atsushi says, rubbing the back of his head.

So Atsushi is now dead to me, OK.

Ryuunosuke wonders where would be a quiet and unpopulated place where he might make Atsushi suffer for everything he has seen and heard. Ryuunosuke hadn’t even planned on letting Gin know that he was babysitting a bunch of kids. Was this actually what Chuuya had been aiming for? Was this really planned by Dazai? But before he can make up his mind, Atsushi opens his mouth.

“C-can I get you something?” Atsushi blurts. Ryuunosuke stares at him blankly. What is he talking about? “Like...uh...dinner? Tea? Ice cream?” Atsushi looks like a nervous wreck and Ryuunosuke has only seen him like that a few times.

“Why?” Ryuunosuke asks. Atsushi balks and immediately seems to look for a way out before curling his hands into fists and muttering something about Kyouka stabbing things.

“Because I want to?” Atsushi says. “I want to get something. For you. Specifically you.”

This is a date. He’s asking me out on a date. Oh.

Ryuunosuke can kill him on another day actually. And he can pay back Chuuya and Dazai later. Going on a date with Atsushi sounds fairly exciting in it’s own way.

“Dinner,” Ryuunosuke says. “I’m paying.”

Atsushi squawks.

“But I asked you out!” Atsushi says incredulously.

“I don’t think you can afford the place I want to go to, Jinko,” Ryuunosuke shrugs. “Come with me.” He starts walking and after a moment of staring at Ryuunosuke in bafflement, Atsushi rushes forward to walk beside him.

“Oh thank God, I thought I would have to give you reasons as to why I was asking you out,” Atsushi breathes out a sigh of relief.

“You have reasons listed? Let’s hear them,” Ryuunosuke says.

“I can’t!” Atsushi turns scarlet. A flattering color, actually. Ryuunosuke turns to look at Atsushi and then hooks fingers under his chin. The color of Atsushi’s face turns darker.

“Well, you better prepare yourself, because you’re not going to go home until you tell me them to me,” Ryuunosuke says, mostly because the look on Atsushi’s face is so highly entertaining. He looks like he’s going to combust. Ryuunosuke’s lips twist into a smirk, deciding to really go to the end. “You better remember that you are the one that asked me out on a date, Atsushi,”

Ryuunosuke watches Atsushi’s entire brain fry in that one moment and he walks away, chuckling to himself. Atsushi is standing frozen, looking like Ryuunosuke gave him permanent brain damage.

“Are you coming or not?” Ryuunosuke asks.

“I am!” Atsushi snaps out of it and rushes after Ryuunosuke.

Maybe Ryuunosuke will actually have to thank Dazai.

------o------

A/N - Phew! Writing fourteen pages of crack and fluff with no angst? It required quite the effort from me! Especially cause I always randomly slip in angst without even realizing it! Every single time I slipped in angst while writing this, I smacked myself and rewrote it. In case it wasn't obvious, the flowers in the cafe are from Kyouka. My wifey and I discussed the idea of Aku using Rashoumon as a backpack leash earlier this year, which birthed this fic. The fic title is from Michela's 'Chameleon'!

#sunny writes #bungou stray dogs #shin soukoku #akutagawa ryuunosuke #nakajima atsushi #akuatsu #i actually wrote fourteen pages of NO ANGST YOU GUYS #akutagawa's patience is tested #atsushi has gay panic

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joeys-piano · 4 years

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Answering an Ask from @feu-eau. I’m having to answer your thingy through a text post because I don’t want to hassle your ask because Tumblr will mess up a lot of formatting when I do.

Feu’s Ask: For the shippy ask; how about a classic? Soukoku

When did I start shipping them, if I did Probably, January 2019? I think I started watching Bungou Stray Dogs last year in January and around that time, I transitioned from Detroit: Become Human to the BSD fandom. Coincidentally, there was a Soukoku Fluff Event Week happening so my first content for the fandom was for this ship.

Now that I think about it, maybe I joined the fandom in February because the whole fluff thing would work for Valentines’ instead. I don’t really know. I’m honest when I tell y’all that I only shipped them because I saw a lot of other people ship them and because I didn’t really have any ships at the time, Soukoku became my first one for BSD. I’ve grown a lot in a year and I know things a little better now. I don’t actively ship Chuuya and Dazai together; but since those two are so abundant on Tumblr and Twitter and AO3, I find stuff for them regardless if I’m looking for them.

So the long answer is that I don’t actively look for this pairing, this pairing comes to me, and I just share with y’all some really cool arts, gifs, cosplays, AMVs, fanfic, and everything else that I enjoyed viewing.

My Thoughts Like I mentioned above, I’m not an active fan for this ship. However, I do enjoy some content. Since the pairing that I do like doesn’t get as much new content regularly, there have been weekends where I just go into the Soukoku tag on AO3 and just read any and all fics that catch my attention. I’ve found really good ones and found new writers that I want to support, I’ve found stories that aren't to my taste but I know I’m not the target audience, I’ve found fics that I admire a lot, I’ve found fics that make me question if I enjoy a certain tag or not, and miscellaneous from there.

Because of the nature of Soukoku and the appeal behind it, there’s always going to be new content for it and it’ll almost always be one of the first things you encounter from the BSD fandom if you’re an outsider and are looking in. It’s just there. There’s an abundance of it. It’s like any other fandom you find yourself in. There’s going to be a really big ship and there’s going to be an abundance of it. One benefit I get from Soukoku is that although I’m mildly interested in it, that abundance of material and the sheer variety of it helps to temporarily fill in a void that’s either hard or impossible for me to fill from my favorite pairing.

Sometimes I want to consume a piece of fan content for my favorite pairing, but it’s not there. One of the benefits of a large ship is that undoubtedly, it’s there. Or otherwise, it’s going to be there. So whenever I’m twiddling my thumbs and waiting for new content for Odazai or other smaller ships and rarepairs that I do enjoy, I temporarily fill in the void with Soukoku. It’s like -- and pardon the example -- Soukoku is a bag of chips or complementary peanuts or buns that you snack on until you get what what you’re waiting for. Satisfies for a while until you can sink your teeth into what you really want. That’s how I interact with Soukoku.

What Makes Me Happy About Them I don’t know. I do enjoy that there’s history between them and that they could read each other like an open book. Chuuya and Dazai are familiar with each other, they’ve worked together, and are probably intimately aware of each other’s strengths and flaws. To some extent.

I do enjoy some of the rare easy-going moments that we get from both of them, where there’s some reminiscent vibe going on even if it’s in a teasing manner to rile a certain someone. For the most part, I’m not sure what makes me happy about them.

What Makes Me Sad About Them Again, I don’t really know. I guess if I had to give an answer, what disheartens me a bit is how we lost a potential of what could’ve been. Not sure how to explain that and not meaning it in a romantic light, but the way Dazai left the Mafia and severed ties with almost everyone there, I feel like there may’ve been a shift or even an apology between him and Chuuya that’s now lost. To say that they could’ve been friends is stretching it, but I feel that there may’ve been a development behind the scenes that could’ve manifested as something akin to friendship. Not exactly friendship, but something along a similar vein since they joined the Mafia for identically different reasons and they’re more alike than you’d initially notice.

Character composition-wise, that similarity is really hard to see. But I spent some time thinking about it for the past 7 months and I think if I were to peel every layer of their beings like an onion, I know I will find a similarity that connects them very deeply to one another and it’s very, very loosely referenced or seen in the Fifteen arc before the thread gets lost from there. Again, I don’t think it’s romantic. But it’s something and that something could’ve been realized if Dazai didn’t leave the Mafia. But considering what happened at the end of Dark Era, Dazai saw it as his best option to leave and so he did.

Things Done in Fanfic That Annoys Me Chuuya is often written in a really strange way. He’s hotheaded and acts before he thinks, but that doesn’t mean he’s stupid or clueless. He would’ve been dead a long time ago if he was either or Hell forbid, both. With an ability like For the Tainted Sorrow, you know Chuuya’s mind is whizzing around, calculating trajectory and physics, so he knows how much power to put behind his attacks to get what he wants to achieve. When your ability is a force of nature, you wield it differently and you strategize your offense and defense differently. There’s a lot of thinking going on, and I really don’t buy it when Chuuya’s made out to be dumb.

Things I Do Look For in Fanfic General pacing, how does the story flow, how does the writer approach the topic or endgame of their fic, does characterization feel believable, does the story engage my imagination, etc… I like reading how writers approach emotional intimacy between Chuuya and Dazai and how they approach the unresolved tension between them.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Odazai all the way, baby. For Chuuya, I’d be comfortable if he ended up with Yosano, Kunikida, or even Akutgawa.

My happily ever after for them: Chuuya waking up after using Corruption and realizing that Dazai did take care of him when he was out cold. He wakes up in a familiar bed somewhere in a hospital or an infirmary. His clothes are folded neatly on a chair and the patient gown he’s wearing is soft and doesn’t itch his skin. Chuuya’s sore. He’s always sore after using Corruption, but he can feel that this sore will remain for a long time after he leaves and rehabilitates so he can be back on the field. His mouth is unbearably dry. Before Chuuya could stir, someone is already pouring him a cup of water and is helping him sit up so he can drink. It’s Dazai and he tips the cup slowly so that Chuuya can drink at his own pace.

Dazai isn’t known for his bedside manner. If anything, he’s known for his complete disregard of it. But seeing him here, Chuuya’s a little thankful for it. He doesn’t ask why Dazai’s here. The man’s not going to give him a straight answer anyway. When Chuuay lies down to rest some more, he’s aware that Dazai will be here for a while. Since he’s quiet, Chuuya doesn’t mind.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Dazai is the little-tall spoon who’s aversed to touch but sometimes, he can tolerate being hugged by Chuuya for a little while. Chuuya is the big-short spoon that gives Dazai a little hug to remind him that he’s human and that he’s here.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Listening to the strum of a guitar while Chuuya hums a song he caught on the radio and Dazai’s leaning against him, feeling the music slowly permeate through his skin and gives him something to hang onto during those slow moments caught between them.

#Joey Speaks

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thesilverhunt3r · 4 years

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Title: Ace-in-the-Hole

Summary: Dazai had spent time searching for Chuuya once he hadn't found his partner with the Sheep. Nothing was different in this timeline, except for Chuuya not being in Japan-everyone else was where they should be. Dazai-centric, Book!Dazai, AU.

Link to story on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21651634

Warning-typical Dazai mentions of suicide

"Thinkin' that they've won

It's only just begun

When I go into that ground

I won't go quietly, I'm bringin' my crown

And when I go into that ground

Oh, they gotta bury me, bury me face down."

-Bury me facedown, Grandson

The Book always existed in some form, or another. It went from being slate to papyrus, papyrus to wood pulp. It changed from one single scene to one page half-full of writing to one book of mostly empty pages.

A powerful object having existed for so long, would it be all that odd if it became sentient? If it became human. . . yet not? It took centuries for it to learn how to. Seven years ago, wood pulp, the white pages still in the Book, turned to skin, to flesh, blood, to muscle, to bone. It, he, took the name Osamu Dazai.

XXX

Yokohama, Japan

Dazai tugged on the man's sleeve.

Mori peered down at his young patient, curious. "Dazai-kun?"

"You're not a normal doctor, are you."

An indulgent smile spread on Mori's face. This was not his first time getting barraged with observations by the child. He hummmed. "I guess it depends what you mean by 'normal'."

"I'm not normal either," Dazai bluntly revealed.

"No, you're not," Mori agreed. "But it's better for no one to know about that. It's safer. Okay?"

"Okay," Dazai agreed. Somehow, he knew Mori was right. That he had tried to be open about not being normal. . . and it never worked out.

XXX

Dazai liked his dreams.

He dreamt of many people.

Mori was the only one he had met yet. But he would meet the rest, he knew it. There was Ane-san, Ango-kun, Odasaku, and Chuuya who usually were in the Port Mafia. And then there was Kunikida-kun, Atsushi-kun, Yosano-san, Ranpo-kun, Fukuzawa-san, Kenji-kun, and Kyouka-chan in the Armed Detective Agency.

Dazai will go the usual route for this world, the most common one. He doesn't see why not to? Odasaku is a good friend, even if Dazai hadn't met him yet, and his advice always helps.

XXX

Two years later

"Dazai-kun. No," Mori ordered as he pulled the rope away.

Dazai whined. "But I want it."

"For?"

Dazai looked at the ground as he admitted, "I wanted to try hanging myself."

Mori cuffed Dazai on the head. "No," he sternly insisted.

"Okay."

Mori sighed, crouching down so that he could look his ward straight in the eye.

"You are not allowed to try to kill yourself, Dazai-kun."

"Yes, Mori-san," Dazai murmured. He didn't want to live, he had no reason to.

XXX

Six years later

Suribachigai City, Yokohama, Japan

Dazai was the Boss's, Mori's, witness to the former Boss's death. Being in the Port Mafia, he noticed Randou, or Rimbaud, was missing first. Then a year passed, there were no sightings of the old Boss nor Chuuya. It wasn't the normal timeline, that was for sure.

"Who are you?"

Dazai looked meaningfully at the boy's blue bracelet. His brown hair shifted with him, covering one of his eyes. "You're part of the Sheep, right?"

The boy bristled defensively. "Yeah, so what?"

Dazai pressed closer, grabbing hold of the other boy's collar. "Do you know a guy named Chuuya? Red hair, angry, short?"

"No?" The boy went stiff. His hand strayed towards his knife. He was ready to attack Dazai, but he wasn't lying.

Dazai sighed. He forced a grin on his face and let go. He waved goodbye as he walked away. "Thanks for the help."

XXX

Unknown City, France

Chuuya, a young teenager with red hair, put his hands in his pockets. He looked like a thug, albeit a thug with good fashion sense.

"What do you want to eat?" A man stood next to him, Rimbaud. He had long black hair.

Chuuya cast a look at his guardian. "How about something warm?"

Rimbaud huffed a laugh. "Alright. That sounds good." Despite the warmth of the summer day, he was bundled up in a coat, scarf, and earmuffs. He was always cold.

The two bought some soup from a street vendor. It was hearty and rich, full of vegetables.

Rimbaud blew on a spoonful of his soup.

Chuuya tapped Rimbaud's shoulder, having to stand on his tiptoes slightly because of the height difference. "I think those guys over there want to 'talk' to us."

"Well, they shall have to wait until we are finished," Rimbaud calmly responded.

Chuuya sighed. "Let's hope they're not stupid enough to interrupt us, I guess," he grumbled.

They were.

Chuuya had his hand up. A bullet hovered in front of his hand, encased in a red glow.

Rimbaud tilted the bowl up and drank the leftover broth. He finished and turned to the men in black suits. "Would you like to explain why you attacked us? Or shall we return in kind?"

XXX

Three years later

Yokohama, Japan

Dazai sprawled himself out on the bench. He let a leg dangle over the edge. He shifted, trying to find a position where the wooden slates didn't dig into his back.

He had just left the Port Mafia, so he had two years to kill before joining the Armed Detective Agency.

Dazai had spent time searching for Chuuya once he hadn't found his partner with the Sheep. Nothing was different in this timeline, except for Chuuya not being in Japan-everyone else was where they should be. And now that Dazai had crossed off Japan as a possibility and was free to travel to other countries, where should he start?

Dazai hummed. He always enjoyed choosing where to travel. There wasn't much to worry about, he had time to explore. He brushed away the tangent thought. That wasn't what he should be doing right now.

Of course, there was the distinct possibility of Chuuya not being alive, not existing in this world. But Suribachigai City had been created, so Chuuya had been in Japan, he did exist. Just as unusual, Rimbaud had never become part of the Port Mafia, nor had Dazai seen Verlaine. Both of the men were from France. Dazai grinned, lazily put his hands behind his head. Looked like he had his first lead.

XXX

Charleville-Mézières, France

Dazai smiled as he propped an elbow on the bar, leaning closer. He gave off a warm, amiable air. "What's so dangerous about a shrimp?"

The man harrumphed. "He may be small, but he could beat anyone in this place with a hand behind his back and a glass of wine in the other hand." He gestured with his own glass, emphasizing his confidence with the loudness of a drunk.

Dazai laughed slightly. He perched his chin on his hand. "He does sound dangerous," he admitted. His lips curled up, "Despite his size."

The man's friend interjected. "I almost wish Chuuya was here to see you poking fun at him. You'd find yourself in hell before you could blink."

Dazai let his grin turn into a slight smirk. He couldn't help it, with success so close. "Chuuya, huh?"

The man's friend swore. He had a yellow scarf around his neck that he tugged at nervously. "Just forget I said that."

"What, he doesn't like people knowing his name?"

The two men shifted uneasily.

Dazai almost sighed. "How about this, tell me his last name so that I know who he is. I'll avoid him wholeheartedly," he promised. He had the childish urge to cross his fingers under the bar counter, where the two men couldn't see his hand.

The man snorted. "You talk big, but you're a coward?" He called out.

"I prefer, someone with common sense," Dazai joked.

The man slapped Dazai in the back, rattling the younger's man shoulders. "Alright, I like the mouth on you, kid. The guy is Chuuya Nakahara, hangs around downtown, avoid him all you can."

"Noted," Dazai chirped. "Thanks for the advice."

Jackpot.

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Dazai had the general location. He scoped out the bars and waited until the next night. He had to go over the La Meuse several times, because of how the river annoyingly crisscrossed the city-it honestly got a bit repetitive.

His chosen bar was the one with the best wine reviews, of course.

Dazai scanned the place for redheads. Bingo. He raised an eyebrow at the lack of Chuuya's tacky hat- Rimbaud still wasn't dead. Dazai slid into the stool beside Chuuya and ordered a whiskey, not really paying attention to the type much. He was getting it more to blend in, than for the taste.

Chuuya sat straight-backed on the stool, albeit leaning backwards a bit. He had an ankle crossed over his knee. He looked to be the definition of someone at home in their regular bar.

"Hello," Dazai greeted in Japanese.

Chuuya's eyes moved towards Dazai, blue eyes that puzzled at the unknown man beside him. His stance didn't change at all.

"What's a shrimp like you drinking? Are you sure you're not underaged?"

Chuuya snarled at the insult. He shrugged it off as much as he could. "And who the h*ll are you?"

Dazai grinned, happily volunteering, "Osamu Dazai."

"Chuuya Nakahara," Chuuya grumbled in reply.

"You're a slug. You've probably been here for a while and you've barely touched it." Dazai gestured to Chuuya's still largely full glass.

Chuuya glared at Dazai. "And you're a mackerel floating in the sky," the odd insult fell off his tongue with ease. He picked up his glass and downed half in one go.

Dazai laughed. He slumped forward, letting his elbows hit the counter softly. He shook with laughter, hiding his face between his arms.

Chuuya's face was red, partly from alcohol and partly from embarrassment. That was a stupid insult and that was a valid response-he didn't know how to counter that. He angrily took another sip of his wine. "Shut up."

Dazai continued to laugh.

Chuuya frowned in confusion. The whole conversation felt like a well worn groove that he had slipped into automatically. But he'd never met Dazai before-he knew that.

XXX

Dazai hadn't seen the rat sneaking into the town. He regretted that.

He clutched at the hole in his chest, trying to keep conscious long enough to hear them.

"I came to offer you a job."

"What kind of job?"

Dazai heard as he bled out onto the floor in the secret hallway. He bit back a whimper at the pain. So that was Dostoyevsky's game-the Russian was after an ace. Once Dostoyevsky became Chuuya's employer, he would have Chuuya's loyalty.

Dazai only could process murmurs of brief snatches of the two's conversation.

"I would-"

". . . not a problem, I assure you."

". . . to go there?"

". . . days. . . . Fees are. . . ."

". . . of course, we have a deal."

"Good."

Dazai's consciousness started to fade, along with the sound of their footsteps.

Dazai had played dead for long enough. He pulled himself onto his hands and knees. He choked blood, along with the bullet that had punctured through his heart.

He staggered upright, pressing a bloodied hand to the stone. The tilted sense of balance he was experiencing was matched by his mental state, a confused mess that was barely still working. He left rusted looking hand prints as he shuffled his way through the tunnel, the blood flaked off his palm.

Wet blood still trailed down his mouth and chest. His clothes were stained. There were advantages to wearing black, like the blood on your clothes not making you look like a serial killer or barely surviving-really should be dead by now-victim when out in public.

He opened the secret door to the tunnel. All that was left was an empty room.

Dazai's eyes narrowed in anger. He had played a game with Dostoyevsky and lost devastatingly. Usually, he saw things coming and gained something useful. This time? Nothing. He'd been blind sided. This world was so different yet so familiar that he had ignored the possibility of differences.

He always hated losing, especially with strategies, regardless of whether it was Mori or Dostoyevsky. Dazai had lost-lost arguably his most important piece in one stupid move-and that was unacceptable. Possible paths to victory and revenge streaked through his mind.

Dazai hummed. He would make Dostoyevsky regret what he did. A grin etched itself onto his face as he exited the room.

XXX

Around a year and a half later

Yokohama, Japan

"Hello, Kunikida-kun," Dazai chirped as he strolled into his office. Time for his current, favorite past time: teasing his Agency partner. "How's your schedule going?"

Kunikida stood up. The hold on his notebook tightened. "It was going wonderfully, Dazai. Until you didn't show up for work for three hours," he scolded.

Dazai shrugged, unrepentant. He proceeded to sprawl out on one of the office's couches.

He dreamed, with a smile on his face.

XXX

Lyon, France

Chuuya put another piece of split oak wood in the fire. The fire cracked and popped, accepting the fuel eagerly.

"So, how have you been?" Rimbaud asked.

"Well," Chuuya simply summed up.

"How has the job with that Russian been?"

Chuuya shrugged. "It's been alright." He turned the question around, looking over his shoulder. "How have you been?"

"Good. I took a trip to Italy during winter. It was nice." Rimbaud smiled. "Coffee?"

Chuuya got up. He brushed off the wood dust that had made it on his hands and knees. "Sure."

Rimbaud poured out two cups, both were a crimson. "Any cream or sugar?" He always took his coffee black.

"I'll do mine. You don't have to." Chuuya grabbed a spoon from the kitchen drawer.

"Alright." Rimbaud sat near the fireplace.

Chuuya dumped in creamer. He stirred in his sugar as he went to sit on the floor beside his former guardian. "I still don't know how you can drink tar."

Rimabaud gestured towards Chuuya's cup. "Would you like some coffee with your milk?"

Chuuya snorted. The spoon clinked against the side of his cup.

Rimbaud sighed. "It's been a while."

"Yeah. Glad to be back, if only for a little bit."

"Are you sure this has nothing to do with your job?"

"Yes," Chuuya immediately said.

Rimbaud watched the younger man patiently.

Chuuya ran a hand through his bangs. "I may have some doubts about things," he admitted.

XXX

Yokohama, Japan

Dazai was cheerful and open. Yet Dazai was. . . vaguely secretive at the same time, the type of person one could trust with secrets, but would always be the type of person to keep unknown secrets of all shapes and sizes.

Yosano reached for Dazai's wrist on instinct-his bandages had become loose. It was only when she had the medical clamp in her hand that she realized Dazai had grown stiff, that he was looking at her warily. Oh, Dazai, tried to restrain his flinch and the urge to run, but Yosano noticed.

Yosano promptly ignored him, busying herself with the bandages. She didn't take them off, instead she grabbed Dazai's other hand and put it where she wanted. With something to keep the bandages further down in place, she shifted the loose bandages to where they should be. She still saw the skin underneath.

Dazai smiled as he slipped the clamp from her hand with ease. "Thank you," he said.

Yosano shook herself out of her thoughts. "Of course." She had expected scars. But why the h*ll had they looked like kanji?

Things like that lead them to question just how open their coworker was with them. Was Dazai only keeping a few things close to his chest? Were the things he told them simply a false bottom in an abyss? Merely an act to keep them from asking the important questions? They had no idea, but they suspected there was far more about Dazai they didn't know than knew.

XXX

Approximately a year later

Yokohama, Japan

The tiger had a secondary attribute. It acted like a compass, pulling its host towards the Book. That was why Atsushi always ended up near Dazai. But obviously, Dazai didn't need to find the Book. No, Dazai needed to find the pen, or stylus.

And how was he going to get that?

Dazai sighed. He had sort of forgotten the first step of how to put his overly complicated revenge plan in motion.

Let's see. He had the Book, himself. He had Atsushi as of two day ago. . .and that was about it. But the Book was useless without the pen and he didn't know how to get Atsushi to find the pen for him.

Atsushi was a compass? How accurate was he?

Dazai pulled out his phone. "Hey, Atsushi-kun. Where are you?"

"At the dorms, why?"

"Close your eyes, turn around three times and point in a direction."

"Dazai-san? Okay?"

Dazai heard Atsushi moving around.

"Umm, I'm pointing at my kitchen?"

"That'd be West," towards Dazai's apartment, where he was.

"Umm, Dazai-san? What's going on?"

Dazai grinned. "Thanks for the help." He paused, mulling over how to rope his apprentice into helping him. "Actually, Atsushi-kun, I'm going to send you on a series of tasks tomorrow. To help you sharpen your detective skills, of course."

"Uhh, okay?" Atsushi stammered out, unsure.

"Great."

XXX

Dazai took a train out of the city the next day.

If Atsushi was like a compass, Dazai was a magnet. If Dazai was in Yokohama, he would interfere with things, like a magnet held against the facepiece of a compass, he would disrupt the tiger's ability.

Dazai was the Book and the tiger was drawn to him. It would make sense for the pen to have some sort of draw for the tiger as well, albeit lesser.

Time to send Atsushi on the weirdest scavenger hunt ever.

XXX

Two hours later

"So what is it supposed to look like?" Atsushi asked.

Dazai had his phone between his ear and shoulder. He had started playing a game part of the way through, muting the volume so that Atsushi wouldn't hear. "What'd you find?"

"Uhh, a pen? Black, steel nib?"

Dazai was surprised his half-baked plan of Atsushi playing a bastardized version of hot-cold had worked. "You found it," he cheered. "Good job."

"Dazai-san, you didn't have me do all of this just so you could find a pen you lost, right?"

Dazai almost laughed-in a way, Atsushi was right. "No, no," he assured. "It's very important."

XXX

Dazai sat up. He winced at the pain in his chest. He could heal himself back to perfect health, but that would be suspicious. He was supposed to be human. Humans didn't walk off gunshots. Well, unless Yosano used her ability.

A vase of flowers sat on the bedside table. Dazai scooted himself to the edge of his bed. He shot another glance towards the door-no one was there-the nurse shouldn't be back for another half-hour.

He stuck his hand in the vase. Dazai felt the edge of a plastic bag near the bottom and took it out. Water dripped from the bag. He opened it and withdrew a black pen. He put the bag on the table.

He tapped the fountain pen against his wrist, considering. What exactly should he write and where?

His arms and torso were completely covered in writing, everything from Japanese and Swahili to English and Russian.

He pulled up his pant leg and unwrapped a section of the bandages.

He brushed his fingers over three black lines that curled around his ankle.

He uncapped the pen and set the nib against his skin. He made slow movements, trying to make the kanji as small as possible. The black ink stung. His handwriting was as scratchy as ever, he idly noted.

He didn't kill Dostoyevsky. Doing something directly and costly like that-part of skillfully using the Book is to create great change through small things because that has a much smaller punishment-he did something else. He wished to speak with something, so that he could Amir a deal with it.

When Osamu Dazai goes to sleep on October 14th, tonight, he will talk to Arahabaki.

He gritted his teeth, holding back the scream that rose in his throat. The ink burned, sinking into his skin.

XXX

When Chuuya was first formed, he ended Arahabaki's rampage with his iron will, caging the snarling being in the mind they shared. Chuuya was stronger mentally; therefore, Arahabaki could not force his way into control of the body. But Arahabaki had access to the non-human parts of them, Corruption and the Beyond.

Dazai called out into the darkness. "Hello?" He hummed. "Hello, Arahabaki," he sang, skipping forward.

The darkness shifted. A small red fire appeared-an eye opened. A black snout appeared.

"Arahabaki, there you are," Dazai cheerfully said. He did not look concerned at all with the dangerous being.

A large beast of black flame stalked fully out of the dark. It was vaguely wolf shaped. Two red eyes made of fire peered at Dazai.

Dazai's grin widened. "I have a proposition for you." His spine curved as he slouched, showing off his nonchalant air.

Arahabaki moved closer. It was wary. It knew what Dazai was, who Dazai was.

"I want you to kill Dostoyevsky. You want control of Chuuya's body." Dazai put his hands in his pocket. He ignored the uncomfortable heat around him.

Arahabaki cocked its head. It opened its maw and spoke, "How?" It's voice was charcoal, dry and dark.

"Simple. Overwhelm Chuuya with memories." Dazai used a hand to gesture around as he spoke, as if to say it was easy.

"Memories," Arahabaki replied, skeptical.

"Yes, memories. You know of the other Chuuyas, but this Chuuya doesn't. If you overwhelm him with thousands of years of memories from other worlds? His mind won't be able to process it and you can take over." Dazai shrugged. "All you have to do for me, is kill Fyodor Dostoyevsky when I say the phrase 'do not wake me again' and you can walk away in Chuuya's body," Dazai promised. He held out a hand, more of a symbolic gesture than anything else, an invitation. "Do we have a deal?"

Arahabaki inclined its head.

Dazai gave a close-eyed smile. "Wonderful." It didn't matter that Arahabaki would try to kill him after taking care of Dostoyevsky.

Chuuya was now the perfect sleeper agent.

XXX

A year later

St. Petersburg, Russia

The melody echoed softly through the halls. It was melancholic, fitting what Chuuya was feeling far too well.

Chuuya pushed the door open. He let his shoes hit the floor in a staccato rhythm.

Dostoyevsky almost paused as he looked up from his cello. He absently reminded his fingers to keep playing.

Chuuya Nakahara's ocean blue eyes had hardened into cold ice. A black fedora with a silver chain sat firmly on his head, a momento. "I'll do it."

Dostoyevsky nodded. He looked down, back towards his cello to hide the chilling smirk that spread across his face. Honestly, he should have done this sooner.

XXX

Yokohama, Japan

A thought struck Kunikida. "What's Dostoyevsky even after?" He muttered.

The question was loud enough for everyone in the office to head.

Atsushi tilted his head. "I never thought about that."

Dazai's mouth went dry. He plastered a smile on his face. "The Book." His coworkers looked at him.

Kenji looked the most openly confused. "The Book?"

"An object that can change reality," Ranpo explained. He was sitting on his desk, legs lazily swinging back and forth.

"Ohhh," Kenji replied. "Okay."

"Dazai-san, what is Dostoyevsky planning to do with the Book?" Atsushi

Dazai chuckled. "Something along the lines of, kill all of the Gifted?" His tone grew slightly sardonic. "He never really took the chance to clarify."

Kunikida's knuckles went white. If he didn't keep his nails impeccably short, he would be leaving indentations on the cover of his notebook.

"That sick b*stard," Yosano flatly commented.

Atsushi was pale. He looked as if all of the color in his face had vanished, leaving behind a whitewashed ghost.

Kyouka grabbed Atsushi's hand, a reassuring presence.

Ranpo moved his gaze slowly around the room-he looked at the Agency, at the ability members around him, his co-workers. Him, a normal human that did not possess any ability no matter how much they all lied. Ranpo stared at the lolipop he had unwrapped. He wrapped it back up-he had lost his appetite for sweets.

XXX

The large office room was empty. The only thing worth the visit for anyone normal would have been the view out the window of the sun low on the horizon, coloring the clouds purple, red, and pink. The sky was a baby blue, a contrast to the cobalt blue bay and metal grey buildings beneath.

Dostoyevsky held the pen in his hands. It was a trap, but that didn't matter. He ignored the beautiful view in front of him in favor of turning over the pen in his hands. He admired the smooth metal nib and the comfortable weight of the black barrel. It was the real thing, the Book's stylus.

"Checked the other floors. No one there," Chuuya reported. He stayed by the door.

"Good. Now, Dazai, would you come out already?" Dostoyevsky cast a cursory glance around the room.

There was a chuckle from the ceiling. A white tile slid aside. Dazai dropped to the floor, gracefully straightening up. He pulled out a pistol, pointing it at Dostoyevsky.

Dostoyevsky sighed. "Are we really doing this? We both know how it goes."

A red dot appeared on Dazai's chest. He shrugged.

A red dot appeared on Dostoyevsky's side and the back of Chuua's back.

"This is still nonsense," Dostoyevsky dryly said.

A squad of Dostoyevsky's men burst into the room. They were covered in bulletproof armor.

Dazai smiled as pointed out, "You accuse me of nonsense than just pile on more." He pulled the magazine out of his pistol, letting them both fall to the ground.

Dostoyevsky's expression turned wry. "I decided to try. Turnabout is fair play, after all."

"What, should I get a swat team to break in the office window next?" Dazai cheerfully suggested.

The two masterminds smiles turned a mix of apathy and slight giddiness. There were few people, no one else really, who could surprise and understand them.

"So what's your actual plan?" Dostoyevsky asked. Dazai wouldn't give Dostoyevsky the pen for nothing in return.

Dazai sighed. Mocking disappointment was blatant in his tone. "You walked into a trap of mine with no idea?"

"You did it a year ago. I decided to return the favor," Dostoyevsky mocked back. He had walked into a trap. But he had taken Chuuya, he deemed that a big enough protection for anything Dazai could throw at him.

Dazai hummed, looking at Chuuya. "You did a good job of getting in his head," he praised. "But I planted my agent a bit, well, deeper." His grin stretched into something monstrous. "Do not wake me again."

Arahabaki hid in the recesses of Chuuya's mind. It did not trickle the images and sensations into Chuuya's mind. It made a hole in the dike and let the flood pour in. It slipped into control during Chuuya's confusion. It breathed for the first time in sixteen years. It unsheathed it's knife and hurtled across the room to it's closest target, the squad of Dostoyevsky's men.

Dostoyevsky held a hand up and pointed out the window. He had directed his man to take out Dazai's snipers. The red dots disappeared. Shots cracked out, the glass did nothing to muffle the sounds.

One might have wrongly assumed that bullet proof meant knife proof. It did not. Dazai and Dostoyevsky watched as Arahabaki took its time to tear apart Dostoyevsky's men, playing with them. Stray bullets from the squad embedded themselves in the walls, cracking and breaking off pieces of the wood paneling.

Chuuya stopped moving. He was surrounded by carnage, blood and flesh scattered around him in a similar manner to how confetti and glitter ended up everywhere without one intending it. He wiped one of his bloody gloves off on his dress slacks and picked up one of the squad's guns. He seemed ready to fight again, either with Dazai or the snipers outside.

Dostoyevsky turned back to Dazai, looking sincerely discontented. "That was what you were banking on? Shame it didn't work."

Dazai shrugged. He knew that Arahabaki couldn't permanently take over control unless Chuuya handed it over.

Dostoyevsky was shot in the back of the head, specifically his cerebellum. He fell forward, blood dripping down the back of his neck.

The flood of memories changed Chuuya's mind. It wore away rock and tore away dirt. The ill conceived notions about Dostoyevsky were substituted for knowledge of his plans and the lows the mastermind had gone to. The loyalty to Dostoyevsky was combated by a thousand memories of people. Chuuya cared about and trusted. Chuuya was not simply this world's Chuuya anymore-he was all of the other Chuuya's. Each one that worked in the Port Mafia, Armed Detective Agency, and Japanese government. Each one that had killed and sacrificed for the city of Yokohama and the people that lived there.

Dazai grins. "Good to have you back, partner."

"Yeah, yeah. Glad to be back, a*shole."

A/N

Tl;dr Dazai wants his best friend back and Dostoyevsky dead. He is 100% willing to change reality for that to happen.

To explain Dazai's plan: it wasn't having Arahabaki kill Dostoyevsky-it was having Chuuya do it. The way to get Chuuya to do it was to have Chuuya gain the memories of the other hims. Basically, four years of being Dostoyevsky's subordinate and Dazai's enemy versus thousands of years worth of memories of him being Dostoyevsky's enemy, Dazai's partner, being in the Port Mafia, Ada, government, always working against Dostoyevsky, always loving Yokohama the place Dostoyevsky always seemed hellbent on destroying. Basically, Dazai kind of switched out this universe's Chuuya for canon Chuuya (except armed with meta knowledge).

My favorite part of this is definitely Dazai's solution to finding the pen.

Dazai: "Welp, guess I'm going to send Atsushi on a city wide hot-cold game and hope it pans out."

And for some reason, it works.

-Silver

Notes:

A/N

Tl;dr Dazai wants his best friend back and Dostoyevsky dead. He is 100% willing to change reality for that to happen.

To explain Dazai's plan: it wasn't having Arahabaki kill Dostoyevsky-it was having Chuuya do it. The way to get Chuuya to do it was to have Chuuya gain the memories of the other hims. Basically, four years of being Dostoyevsky's subordinate and Dazai's enemy versus thousands of years worth of memories of him being Dostoyevsky's enemy, Dazai's partner, being in the Port Mafia, ADA, government, always working against Dostoyevsky, always loving Yokohama the place Dostoyevsky always seemed hellbent on destroying. Basically, Dazai kind of switched out this universe's Chuuya for canon Chuuya (except armed with meta knowledge).

My favorite part of this is definitely Dazai's solution to finding the pen. Dazai: "Welp, guess I'm going to send Atsushi on a city wide hot-cold game and hope it pans out." And for some reason, it works.

Shoutout to my betas, TKDGirl17 on ff.net and Solitaire_Dreams on Ao3.

-Silver

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