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rachi-roo · 6 months

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loved your BSD fic involving Atsushi with a migraine! 🤍 I’d love to see how you’d write some Akutagawa whump 👀 just wanna see that stubborn frail man SUFFER—

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Bungou Stray Dogs: Breathe Easy.

⚠️WOOP! WOOP! WOOP! WHUMP ALERT! WHUMP ALEEERT!⚠️ Thank you SO much for saying so! I had fun writing that one, and this one, too! Whump just 😭👌 You know? I hope this one turns out to be your liking, buddy. As someone who has experienced some ATROCIOUS asthma attacks, I'm writing this purely from my worst experience. For the juicy whumps. XD

Summary: After a mission, Akutagawa suffers and asthma attack, and Chuuya races against time to find and save him!

Tw: Asthma symptoms, vomiting, CPR

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Chuuya's voice crackled through Akutagawas earpiece as he exited through the back door of a port yard wear house. "Meet up at the extraction point. We'll head to the meeting from there."

The cold sea air caught in Akutagawas throat as he stepped out the door, a cough getting stuck in his chest as he responded to Chuuya. "Y-Yes, mhm. I'll be there ihin- cough-!" He had just finished wiping out a gang of weapon smugglers, and for some reason, it left him more out of breath than usual.

He covered his mouth, breathing steadily through his nose.

Calm down. Calm down.

"Akutagawa?" Hearing his partner coughing wasn't unusual for Chuuya, but he had learned to tell when it was serious. "You good?"

The other cleared his throat, feeling his chest tighten slightly.

Don't panic. Breathe.

He tried to speak again, but all that came out was an aggressive string of dry coughing. He clutched his chest, desperately trying to will himself to breathe, but nothing worked. His chest grew tighter. His breath shortened by the second.

An asthma attack.

They always come on so quickly. One. Two. Three. Four. Seconds passed, he never had time to think. Panic set in as he felt his lungs ache, being robbed of oxygen as he coughed again, dry wrenching as he doubled over in pain.

I can't breathe.

He wheezed, leaning one arm on a wall for support, his hands starting to feel tingly with numbness. A cold sweat pooling on his forehead.

"Ch- gasp Chuya-!" He called desperately through his raspy voice. What else could he do? Chuuya was his lifeline right now.

"I'm on my way. Stay put. Have you got your inhaler?"

Of course he didn't. Carrying one of those around made him look more feeble than he already was. A foolish move, which he regretted every time.

He stumbled to his knees, heaving and gagging on another round of harsh coughing. A line of saliva falls from his mouth as he begged internally for a breath.

His stomach churned with the strain his body was under, throwing up aggressively on the concrete. The acidic sting in his throat worsened as he tried breathing in directly after. The smell stinging his eyes. He fumbled frantically with his Jabot, ripping it from his neck as if removing it would make some kind of difference.

Hurry. Please.

The human body can last thirty to one hundred and eighty seconds without oxygen before collapsing. Time was short. Akutagawa couldn't help the tears that started to stream down his cheeks, his eyes red and sore with the effort and strain of the coughing. Unable to get a deep enough breath, his vision started to fade as black shapes danced before him.

The pain was unbearable. He looked around for someone to help him. Anyone. Another wave of nausea hit, Akutagawas heaved, throwing up for a second time, almost choking on the acidic bodily contents.

I can't see.

"H-Help-!" He wheezed through his tears, barely louder than a whisper, almost completely blind by this point even with his eyes open.

His mind started to faulter. Hearing things that weren't there. A strange, booming sound echoed through his skull, his own heartbeat. Unbearably loud, blocking out the sound of Chuuyas words as he desperately tried to find him among the various giant buildings and machinery at the dock.

Hands numb. Chest throbbing. Throat burning. His body gave out, collapsing onto the ground, barely missing the pile of puke beside him as he rolled onto his back, wheezing and gasping for air. The ends of his coat, Rashōmon, thrashed and flailed as it also felt his panic and fear.

"Akutagawa! Answer me! Damn it, where are you?"

The only sound he could make was a strangled gagging as he lay flat, barely able to lift a finger as the numbness had spread. In only eighty seconds, the mighty and feared Akutagawa Ryūnosuke had been defeated by a cruel mistake placed upon him by his own genetics.

His body twitched, his lips starting turn a shade of blue only comparable to that of a corpse. The ground fell from beneath him, dropping him into an endless, cold abyss.

Silence...

"Akutagawa!" Finally, Chuuya found him, rushing to his side and immediately beginning chest compressions.

"Akutagawa! Come on, come on buddy-!" Mouth to mouth. Becoming Akutagawas lungs for him. "Wake up-!" Chuuya growled through gritted teeth, pressing on his chest again.

One, two, three, four, fi-

A sharp gasp suddenly ripped from the black clad boys throat as he jolted back to life. Wheezing and grabbing at whatever was in reach in a flustered panic.

"There we go, c'mon, sit up. Easy, eeeeasy." Chuuya cooed, helping the boy to sit up straight as he wiped the streaks of Akutagawas vomit from his own mouth. "Deeeep breaths. In... And out..."

In a daze, Akutagawa coughed again, cringing in pain as he swallowed as much air as possible. He leaned against Chuuyas chest, feeling exhausted, like he'd been asleep for hours.

"Where... Am I?..."

"Hey, look at me." Chuuya gently held his chin, looking at his face, wiping the sweat and tears from his cheeks. "Can you hear me?... Aku?" He used his nickname, hoping the familiarity would help ground him better. The other blinked vaccantly in response, struggling to keep his head upright as it lulled to the side.

"...Dazai?"

"Not quite." Chuuya sighed, looking at Akutagawas blue fingertips, realising just how close they came to a true tragedy. He frowned, feeling Akutagawas forehead, making him blink as the movement startled him.

"Look what you've done, dumb ass. You're burning up now."

"M'fine..." Akutagawa wheezed, leaning into Chuuyas chest, too fatigued to support his own bodyweight. "I'm... Jus' tired... Where's home?" He slurred, closing his eyes as they burned, stinging from the tears.

Chuuya huffed, shifting Akutagawa so he could carry him piggyback. "You'd better not throw up on me... And from now on, whether you like it or not, you're carrying an inhaler."

"Mhm..." Akutagawa had no memory of what happened once he stepped out of the wear house and stayed in bed for the next few days, sleeping off the fatigue and pains he endured. Safe to say, he was fairly embarrassed that such a situation was so easily avoided if he had just remembered his inhaler.

There was one good thing that came from this event, Dazai popped in for a visit. And he brought figs.

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Thanks for reading!!

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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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Oh yes please! Something where an enemy of the Port Mafia ambushes reader and leaves her for dead in an ally or something (but obviously Chuuya finds her and she doesn't actually die)

hello again my love, thank you for this! your wish is my command. (btw for context for anyone else who sees this this is the anon who sent me that one tumblr post!)

On the Verge

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: After being attacked by an enemy of the Port Mafia and left for dead, Chuuya finds you face down in an alleyway and takes care of you (and your attackers).

♡ wc: 2.4k

♡ cw: Violence (reader gets beat up by some meanie heads), injuries (black eye, sprained wrist, fractured rib, cuts, bruises and blood), mentions of death, reader passes out for a bit, swearing, reader uses fem pronouns and titles, mentions of murder, mentions of Mori Ougai. Lmk if I missed anything.

note: I've known for a while how this scenario would go in my head but...my brain didn't give me the words to put on the Tumblr. I'm sorry T-T apologies for errors, and apologies that this is so long, pls forgive me anon ily 🙏

You hadn't expected your death to come so soon, and yet like they always said, your life was flashing before your eyes- as was the fist of your attacker. Attackers, to be accurate; there were two of them, and they were both large. Usually if you were gonna hire a goon, they were either large, good with weapons or had a great ability. These two didn't appear to have any weapons or abilities.

As a mafioso, you'd come to learn that on a regular basis the line between life and death was rather thin. Of course, you didn't go on missions extremely often as an intelligence operator, but even then, simply going out on your own was a risk. Fortunately enough, you were dating Chuuya Nakahara. Most of the time you were rarely anywhere in public without him (or at least without another member), but there were times in which you didn't have a choice.

You had actually been instructed by several higher ups within the organisation to not go out on your own, even if you felt you had to. You didn't listen, though. You and Chuuya had been working on dismantling an organisation rivalling your own, and you were certain that you'd found one of their hideouts that were speckled throughout Yokohama. Unfortunately for you, you were completely right.

Your timing had been rather poor, considering two of their own, clad in their masks that acted as identification badges for members, were on their way to said hideout right when you were. Of course, there was an altercation; you'd been expecting something like that. But you were sure you could get out of there before anything bad happened. That hubris was probably the sole reason you were in your current position.

Laying down on the grimy cement of the alleyway which led to the hideout, bruised and beaten to what you felt to be within an inch of your life. You weren't necessarily used to sustaining serious injuries, even as a mafioso, but you were sure it wasn't good that your eyesight seemed to have deteriorated slowly over the few minutes you'd been on the ground. Not only that, but you felt as if your breathing was rather laborious as well.

You weren't sure if you were going to die, but it sure felt like it. You certainly didn't want to die; you were young, you had a stable career and a great boyfriend and everything was going well. There really couldn't have been a worse time to die, in fact. But as blood spilled from your mouth, and you realised how isolated the area you were in was, you realised that you probably were going to die right there, alone in a dirty alley.

You supposed that at least someone might find your body, and it couldn't be any worse than something like being tossed into the ocean-

"Y/N! Fuck, oh god..." That terrified voice belonged to Chuuya. He sped down the alleyway quicker than lightning, kneeling down to quickly examine you before taking you in his arms and squeezing you. "Oh my god, Y/N- are you alright?"

"...Chuuya..." you whispered, in relief. He was here. He was here now and you were gonna live. You suddenly realised how exhausted you truly were, and almost shut your eyes to sleep at that moment. But you needed to tell Chuuya what happened first, so you sat up as straight as you could in your weary state. "I-..."

Chuuya suddenly took your cheek in his gloved hand and directed your gaze towards him.

"Who did this to you?" He growled. His voice was quiet, but it was frothing with pure unfiltered fury. There was a slight waver in his dangerous tone. Your watery eyes glistened as you locked eyes with him, his stare ferocious. Beneath the thinly veiled wrath, however, you could sense worry. Chuuya was truly worried that you might die.

"...i-it was..." you took a deep, ragged breath. "...them, Chu-"

You suddenly wretched and fell back to the ground. Chuuya quickly caught you and pulled you into his arms as you coughed. A trickle of blood spilled from the edge of your lips. You let out a cry of pain as he tightened his grip on you, but he wasn't looking at you. He was staring into the distance, seemingly preoccupied with something else.

"...Ch-Chuu...ya?" You managed to get out. Your vision was slightly blurred, and your heart was pounding in your head. He cradled your head in his hand and cast his gaze back down to you.

"You're gonna be alright, honey. You're safe now, okay?" Chuuya reassured you gently, brushing some loose locks of hair from your dirty face. "You're gonna be just fine."

"Chuuya..." you repeated, weakly. "There were t-two of them...

"Breathe," he said quickly, though his eyes were still fiery. "Breathe, Y/N. What'd they look like?"

"...the masks, th-they....one of them had...uh, gree-" you interrupted yourself with a cough, feeling the metallic taste of blood fill your mouth. "Eyes, green eyes."

"Right. Do you remember anything else?"

"Uhm...dark cl-clothes, and...how did you find me?" You seemed to have forgotten the question he'd asked. Chuuya bit his lip with worry.

"You hadn't been returning anyone's calls so I came looking for you. I thought that you might have gone investigating so I came here as fast as I could." He told you. "My god, what were you thinking coming out here by yourself? I didn't want you to get hurt doing this!"

"S-sorry, I th..." Suddenly your head rolled back limply. You felt so tired. All you wanted to do was close your eyes and go to sleep.

"Wait, you need to stay awake!" He urged, tapping your hand. "You can't fall unconscious now- stay awake, alright?"

"Mm..."

"Y/N, you need to stay awake," Chuuya told you. "Hang in there, hon. We'll get you home and all better, alright?"

You made a sound of acknowledgement. Or, at least, you thought you did. Chuuya kept insisting that you stay awake as he got to his feet with you in his arms. You felt yourself being jostled around as he carried you away, but that was it. Everything was quiet, all of a sudden.

You couldn't remember the exact moment you fell unconscious, but you didn't feel like you'd been out that long before you had woken up. It was rather dim in the room you had woken up in, and you quickly realised you were in a bed. Your head was thumping. Your face stung.

"Y/N?" In surprise, you quickly turned to see Chuuya who was sitting on the side of the bed, having changed out of his work clothes. He suddenly let out a huge sigh. "Thank fuck..."

"Chuuya?"

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked, leaning over to caress your cheek. "You were pretty bloody earlier. Anything hurt? Any aches anywhere?"

"I..." Admittedly, you were slightly overwhelmed by the questions. You felt extremely lethargic and you couldn't see too well. You lifted your left hand to reach out for him, before noticing that it was wrapped up in bandages. "...wait, I don't think..."

"Don't worry, it's not broken," he told you. You furrowed your eyebrows before glancing around the room, quickly recognising it as your own. You were in the middle of the bed you shared with Chuuya, a few pillows propping you up into a semi-upright position. One of them, a fluffy one that you used when you got sick, was positioned behind your head.

"...we're home?"

"Yeah. It's a little late, though," Chuuya chuckled. "About four in the morning."

"Wh- four in the morning?!" You turned to face the window, only to see the sky a deep shade of blue, tinted with orange in preparation for the sunrise. "Oh my god. Why haven't you slept, Chuuya?!"

"I was too worried to sleep," he answered. "Besides, I'm pumped up on adrenaline anyway."

"Adrenaline?" You frowned. "You weren't that concerned about me, were you?"

"'Course I was! You're my girlfriend. I'm always gonna be worried when you get hurt, Y/N." Chuuya said earnestly. "I don't care how long I have to stay up as long as it means you're alright."

You tilted your head at him, unable to suppress your smile at his sweet sentiment. Still, though, you felt a little guilty for prompting him to forfeit his much needed rest.

"That's so cute, babe. But you must have taken a nap or something since I passed out, right? I mean, it was like...mid-evening. What were you up to that whole time?" You asked, curiously. Chuuya had seemed so upset when he'd found you, and now he was completely fine, if not a little anxious as anyone would expect him to be. Chuuya lifted his leg onto the bed in order to be able to face you better, then began his explanation.

"Well, first of all, I had to make sure you were alive. I brought you home as quick as I could- somehow none of your bones were broken, but you're all bruised up, winded, I'm pretty sure one of your ribs is fractured, and your wrist was sprained. I put some ice on it earlier before I bandaged it up."

"Right...thanks, Chuu." You lifted your hand and examined it. You and Chuuya were always patching one another up, but most of the time it was a lot more light-hearted and domestic. You knew your left eye had to have taken a hit too- it was rather swollen and you couldn't really see too well from it. You could also feel a faint but very present sting in all the small cuts you had earned earlier.

"You were unconscious, so I cleaned you up and changed you into your pyjamas, and locked you in here while I went back out. I didn't really wanna leave you alone or anything, but I couldn't really just call up one of the others to bring them here, y'know?"

"That's why we need a guard dog, Chuuya," you remarked, making him smile. "But...you went back out? To buy something?" You asked, under the innocent assumption that Chuuya had gone emergency shopping for chicken soup or something of the sort, to treat your poor state.

"Hm? No. I went to find those pricks that left you like that. And I killed them," he said, bluntly. Your eyes widened.

"Wh- you did? How'd you find them?"

"I had help from Kouyou," he answered, and you gave him a nod. "You and I were actually pretty close to closing our investigation. Her input was pretty useful, though- we probably should have asked her advice from the start. We cracked it pretty quick and I got the go-ahead from the boss, and so a squad and I took 'em out almost immediately."

"Is that right?" You asked, impressed. "Well, I'm glad our late nights and all that were worth it. I thought they'd have been a more formidable opponent, though..."

"Yeah, sure. If they hadn't messed with you, maybe they would've been. But I was pissed, especially when I found the guys who beat you up. I'd have let you have the kills but, y'know...you were asleep and shit. So I handled it for you, promised Boss a report by this afternoon, and came back here to see if you were still alright." You blinked at his explanation, incredulously.

"That's...a lot, in a few hours. He gave you until this afternoon?"

"This one operation was pretty impromptu, and you were out of commission. He knew I had to take care of you afterwards, even if you did manage to get out with only a black eye and a fucked up rib and wrist," Chuuya answered, glancing down at your bandaged hand. "Plus, I didn't get any of the details of the attack from you so I couldn't provide that information. He's gonna wanna see you as soon as you're well enough."

"Right...yeah, should've expected," you heaved, shifting in the bed. "The Port Mafia's pretty brutal, huh?"

"Hah...yeah, you're right. But I don't think that's really bad, right?"

"I guess it certainly helps when your boyfriend is a gravity wielder..." you nodded, with a smile. "Are you alright, though? Did you get hurt or anything?"

"Pfft, barely." He shook his head. "I'm fine. I was just worried about you, so I'm glad that you're alright." Chuuya took your hand in his and ran his thumb over your knuckles. "Do you need anything? Hungry?"

"No, babe, it's fucking four in the morning. You need to go to sleep. You're gonna collapse at any minute!" You insisted, taking his hand in your own. Searing pain shot through your arm and you recoiled, scrunching up your face. "Ow! Shit..."

"You alright?" He hastily picked up your forearm which lay limp over the blanket and gave it a very slight rub. "You're probably not gonna be able to use it for a while..."

"Fuck," you cursed. "Well, I guess it could've been way worse. You know what would really make me feel better right now, though?"

"What's that, love?"

"If you got into bed with me and we went to sleep," you answered, patting the spot beside you. "C'mon, Chuu. I mean it. You gotta sleep now, alright?"

Chuuya rolled his eyes, but still climbed under the blanket as you moved aside to leave him some room. You watched as he adjusted the pillows behind you, making it easier for the two of you to sleep there together.

"You feeling okay? Everything comfortable?" He asked.

"Yep! I feel just fine. Aside from the bodily injuries, I mean."

"Aw, honey..." he cooed, bringing you into his arms slowly and loosely so as to not cause any chest pain, and then planting a kiss on your forehead. "Sorry I didn't get there sooner."

"It's not your fault, Chuuya!" You said, softly. "I'm just glad it's all over with now."

"That is a relief, yeah," he agreed. "You don't have anything to worry about anymore."

"Mm..." You hummed, your faces close. "Thanks for fixing me up, Chuuya. Means a lot."

"It's nothin', really. I'd do it a thousand times over if I needed to. Just...don't go out on your own to that place again, alright? I hate seeing you get hurt."

"...yeah, I got it," you answered, playing with his red hair with your unaffected hand and joking, "Next time, I'll just bring you with me."

never written whump fic before so i hope it's okay 🌸 (does this even technically count??) i want someone to take care of me the way chuuya takes care of y/n <3 don't get me wrong i love taking care of people! it's just that maybe it would be nice to be the one who's being taken care of for a change yk 🤧

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfic #bsd fanfiction #bungo stray dogs fanfiction #x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #bsd fluff #bsd whump #whump fic

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fyodorkitkat · 2 months

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The next chapter is posted 🙏💜 (my last chapter update I forgot that I made Chapter 1 a prologue, sorry for the confusion. This is a new chapter from Fyodor’s perspective!)

Relationships: Fyodor Dostoyevsky/Nakahara Chuuya

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death (past)

Additional Tags: BSD Beast AU, but I've changed some things and taken some liberties, Immortals, Immortals AU, Whump, Aftermath of Torture, whumpee Chuuya, caretaker fyodor, unnamed whumper - Freeform, Chuuya gets whumped by the government. Again., past soukoku, Graphic Descriptions of Torture, Dehumanization, Graphic Descriptions of Injuries, Mental Anguish, Past Character Death, Spoilers for BSD Beast, but mostly the ending and the additional scenes from the movie adaptation, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Bad Caretaker, because Fyodor does not know wtf he is doing, it takes him some time to figure it out, Unhealthy Relationships, Immurement, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Discussion, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, no beta we die like beastzai, Confinement, Solitary Confinement, Restraints, chemical restraints, Gratuitous Violence, Lobotomy, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

(Inspired by the Beast universe and the additional scenes in the movie adaptation.)

Fyodor's goal has yet to come to fruition, but thankfully, he's been blessed with a long life, leaving him plenty of time to seek out a solution to the world's sin in service to his God. But the death of that Port Mafia boss, Dazai Osamu, has thrown a wrench into his understanding of the universe. Returning to Yokohama after coming up empty through his travels trying to find answers to some of his questions, he takes a walk through a park and comes across something interesting.

#bsd fic #bsd whump #bsd fyoya #bsd fyodor #bsd chuuya #bsd #cw whump #cw torture #cw violence #dead dove do not eat

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quarter-past-eleven · 11 months

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Fic Rec

Bungou Stray Dogs Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya Words: 17,490

Dazai ends up in a coma after his most serious suicide attempt yet. He has left three letters, one of them being for Chuuya.

Sitting at the bedside of his comatose body, Chuuya tries to understand.

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Dazai is falling. In the orange glow of sunrise, the waves of his hair are fanning around him, and his dark eye is wide with fear and shock, his hand outstretched towards Chuuya.

Chuuya is not even thinking anymore. All he can see is that hand reaching for him as he launches off against the balustrade and falls after him.

He uses his ability to make himself heavier, his own drop faster, his hand reaching for Dazai right back.

It's only when he catches Dazai in his arms, holding his head tight against his own shoulder and trying to fly back up that he remembers; this won't work.

He must have been really out of his mind to have forgotten it at all.

One of my favourite parts (there are too many)

"You fucking idiot," Chuuya says, shoulders shaking in laughter with a near-hysteria, his eyes stinging, looking up at the comatose boy. This bastard is lying here because he didn't feel human or alive enough to live. The entire fucking letter, he talks about how he feels nothing and he isn't human, and yet...

The letter is drenched with feeling. Chuuya can identify ten different emotions in it, feels them all himself viscerally as if they were phantoms of his own, right alongside the Dazai that was writing this letter.

#fic recs #dazaibsd #dazai needs a hug #bsd whump #bsd #soukoku #bsd fanfic #ao3 #bsd fluff #bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs

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poewritesgayshit · 6 months

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☾⋆⁺﹐i saw a dead rat | fyodor/sigma ﹐📔

words: 2k

summary:

Sigma gets shot twice while trying to break up a gunfight. Exhausted and in pain, he decides to tend to his own wounds. However, he didn't expect Fyodor to be waiting on him.

content warnings:

drugging in conjunction with dubcon/noncon

wound abuse/improper wound care/fingers and tongues where they shouldn't be

whumpee sigma and creepy whumper fyodor

ao3 link below!

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noose-lion · 2 years

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Temper, Temper

Fandom: Bsd

Pairing: none, platonic Dazai & Atsushi

It's familiar, the click of a gun as it's cocked. A sound Dazai has heard hundreds of times before, from both sides of the weapon. It's somewhere the detective always seems to find himself.

Right now though, Dazai would rather be anywhere else. Anywhere that isn't a fairly abandoned shipping yard by the port, with an armed assailant that currently has the upper hand.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

From his place face down on the ground, an unfortunate landing after being shoved, he twists his head to watch Atsushi freeze at the sight of the gun Dazai is sure is pointed at his back. His assailant chuckles, an easy, victorious sound. "Got you now, damn gifted. You wouldn't want your friend here getting hurt would you? Well, more than it already is."

It stings, being called an it , really it does. But it's not the first time he's been called that and it's quite a mild insult considering the hundreds of other biting words he's been subjected to. It's nothing to Dazai, but Atsushi's expression upon hearing the word, one of grief and bad memories, sparks an old feeling of rage in Dazai's gut.

"Don't call him that!" Atsushi barks, truly angry and caring little for the assailant's upper hand.

Dazai is impressed.

The gun-wielding man at his back laughs and Dazai can imagine the way he must look, head thrown back in malicious glee. He's hit with a sudden craving to rip the man's throat open with his teeth, a left over intrusive urge from his younger days. Dazai can't think of a good enough reason to feel bad about it.

A knee drops onto his back, knocking the air from his lungs as the assailant cuts his own laughter off with sudden ferocity. "No."

Atsushi growls, actually growls, a deep rumbling sound. He sounds like a hungry beast. Dazai wants to say something but he can't get the air in his lungs to do so.

"Tell me where the rest of you freaks are holed up, and I'll consider not killing this one."

Atsushi's angry snarl falters, growl petering off. Dazai meets his eye best he can and glares.

Do not tell this bitch a damn thing.

Atsushi didn't need Dazai's reminder, he doesn't even hesitate to firmly respond with a simple. "Never."

Dazai is struck with a sudden pride for the boy, though he is a bit distracted by the gun being pressed to the back of his head. The detective bites back a pained yelp as his assailant grabs him by the back of the neck and yanks his head up. The knee in his back forces him to an odd angle, he can feel the pull in his spine and the bullet graze wound across his side aches with the stretch, the muzzle of the gun is pressed harshly against his temple.

"Wanna run that by me again."

Dazai is finding this guy less and less amusing.

Atsushi is growling again, probably upset at how Dazai is being manhandled. The were-tiger hisses through gritted teeth. "No."

The poor thing is worried for Dazai, but fortunately won't spill the location. He's smart enough to know the assailant won't kill Dazai when Dazai is the only thing keeping Atsushi from attacking. Without an ability, being a dumbass with a gun isn't enough to stop a regenerating man-eating tiger.

Dazai grins at Atsushi (his teeth blood stained from an earlier punch to the face he'd received) and winks, the other looks torn between exasperation and tentative relief. "I feel a bit disappointed I'm the one you're torturing and you haven't even asked me one question."

The man laughs. "You call this torture?!"

His laugh sounds nervous to Dazai, the detective can feel a familiar smirk crack across his face. He can smell the proverbial blood in the water and he can't help but become giddy.

Ah. I might be just a tad bit punch drunk.

"No. I don't, but I'm sure you intended it to be."

The hand at his nape tightens, Dazai smirk sharpens. He has the verbal upper hand, the hunter with a set snare. Cool metal presses deeper into his temple.

He needs that gun pointed away from his head.

"You're a mouthy little bitch."

"And you're a lousy hostage taker."

Said hostage taker squeezes the back of his neck tight enough that Dazai's seeing stars. The gun is pulled away, only to bash him across the back of his head. Another growl escapes Atsushi.

Dazai clicks his tongue with a pained wince. "Temper, temper."

An angry grunt and Dazai's face is being slammed into the ground. Pain blooms through his jaw and he groans in response, he can practically feel the bruise forming.

"One more word out of you and I swear I'll blow your brains out!"

"Really?" Dazai lets a nearly hopeful lilt, "You'd do that just for me? How wonderful!"

"You're not taking this threat seriously!" It's a livid confrontation, but his captor sounds uncomfortable as most are when faced with Dazai's willingness to die.

And now, Dazai is starting to have fun. The detective chances another look at his pseudo apprentice, he seems worried. Perhaps Dazai is having too much fun.

His next response is said without the mocking tone. "You just don't seem to come across that threatening."

Dazai is watching Atsushi, he sees the grimace that the boy bites back. In any other situation it'd be a full on face palm. The man at his back is much more willing to express his great displeasure in Dazai's lack of fearful reactions.

He hears the gunshot boom in his ear before he can register the pain in his shoulder. It fucking hurts. Dazai groans in pain, forhead thudding into the ground.

"You shot him!" Atsushi shouts this with a renewed rage, his body shifting into a more feline form.

"Yeah? Well he's not fucking dead is he? And if you want him to stay that way Whiskers, you'll tell me the hidey-hole you freaks are hiding in."

As he makes his demand, his assailant knees him in the side, right in his scraped up side. The detective's pained cry is the metaphorical piece of straw that breaks the camel's back, Atsushi deciding he longer has patience for the man holding the two of them hostage. As a full tiger, Atsushi lunges forward, knocking the man off of Dazai.

There's a series of angry curses and the gun goes off, but Atsushi catches the bullet in an oversized paw, shaking the sting out in order to continue his defensive assault.

Dazai struggles to sit up, the hole through his shoulder wracking his body with pain. He's breathing harshly through gritted teeth, hand grabbing at his wound as an instinctual response to stem the bleeding.

Atsushi is shifted back to his half-form, their once captor gunless, pinned to the ground reminiscent of the way he had Dazai.

"Get you're paws off me-"

"Shut. Up." Atsushi snarls as he slams the man's face into the ground in a rare moment of violence. The boy is pissed.

The man is no longer struggling, and for a brief moment Dazai is sure Atsushi killed him. It's a short lived worry, the man's chest moves up on down in uneven breaths, and Dazai feels relief that Atsushi hadn't crossed that line.

The world spins.

Oh. I've lost to much blood.

Dazai blinks.

He's on his back. Atsushi is leaning over him, his face twisted in fear. Dazai trys to smile, trys to reassure him. He doesn't think it works.

"Dazai, we have to get you to Yosano."

"Nah, little tiger. I'm fine."

"No Dazai. No you're not."

Atsushi voice is quite, subdued, he's straining and Dazai thinks he might be holding back tears. Squinting, he's able to see that the boy's eyes are wet.

This feels familiar. Wrong, like he's not quite in the right place, but familiar.

Its- It's like-

A seagull squawks from where it's probably flying over the harbor, the familiarity shatters.

Atsushi slips an arm beneath his knees and another around his back, easily lifting him. He's strong. That too is familiar, but different then what he felt at first. Dazai groans softly as he's picked up, the movement pulling at his wounds. He's sure he's bleeding all down Atsushi's white shirt.

Dazai can feel as his eyelids grow heavier, as each slow blink becomes harder and harder to open back up. Atsushi has taken off in a run, jolting Dazai slightly with every stride. The tiger's heart beats frantically against his ear, he's trying to speak to Dazai, voice strained with panic and exertion. His eyelids continue to grow heavier.

Tired. So very very-

Dazai slips into unconsciousness as Atsushi continues to plead with him to keep his eyes open.

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He knows he's been caught. Ranpo knew the moment he entered that clinic that the doctor who ran it wasn't as dumb as every other adult, not as smart as him of course but smart enough to uncover the truth behind his sudden pregnancy.

It took a long time to convince the President that he wanted their relationship, that he wanted him. He had to break him down with good behavior, sweet words, and if he could get away with it, chaste kisses to any part of the man within access.

Once Yukichi had given in, Ranpo only needed to bide his time.

He only did what he did because he was scared, he would reason with himself every night, this was the only way to make sure that the President would never leave him. Yukichi would take responsibility for what he did, what he turned Ranpo into.

"I have an idea of what you did but Fukuzawa-dono deserves to hear it from your lips."

"I.. I put a hole.."

"you..?," Yukichi stumbles, pulling the doctor with him.

Ranpo hunches further, face covered in shadows. Shame. He is the perfect picture of shame.

Mori sighs. He isn't a stranger to these types, humans that would do anything to chain someone else to them.

"Lay down on the cot, Ranpo-kun," the doctor directs the teen, "I'll return Fukuzawa-dono to you in just a moment."

The boy nods as the President is dragged by his arm out of the room, the man's face stuck in disbelief.

He only did what he had to do. This was the only way.

He repeats those broken words to himself in an attempt to drown out the two men's argument down the hall, the door doing its best to muffle their words.

it was the only way.

#thats this story complete #kind of short #but im not known for having long works so :p #there are two separate timelines from this story #both involve ranpo carrying the baby #timeline one ranpo miscarries #timeline two ranpo has a (somewhat) successful pregnancy #this is entirely dependent on whether mori agrees to fukuzawa's earlier suggestion #which gives us fukur4nmor1 #really theres a lot going on #bsd whump #pregnancy whump #whump #somnus' workshop

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Will it be possible for you to do another fic like 'Chained to the wall' but switch aku with chuuya👀

👀… yes.

I am really quenching the Chuuya x Ichiyo thirst this week aren’t I? And that’s okay because I love them too.

I went full crazy doctor this time so warning he gets quite touchy with Higuchi

Chuuya could feel his heart leap into his chest moment he awoke and couldn’t feel that familiar thrumming in his veins. Felt his breath stop when he noticed the tight chains binding him in an extremely uncomfortable chair.

“Nakahara?” The red head whipped his head up, eyes wide as he spots Higuchi bound similarly. There was a large difference between him being bound and her however… he at least had all his clothes.

“Higuchi!” He gasps. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Head hurts.” She whimpers quietly and his heart hurts at the sight.

“Son of a bitch.” He snaps, trying to tug at the chains that held him down… the chains that blocked him from feeling his ability, from feeling Arahabiki.

“Now, now don’t get so testy boy.” A familiar voice laughs. His blue eyes widen as he turns his head towards the voice. “You remember me don’t you? You were my only successful experiment after all.”

“Doctor Ebiru.” Chuuya growls.

“You do remember me Experiment A5158.” The doctor grins, evil and venomous all at once. “Your pretty friend here put up quite the fight… didn’t you girl? I had to drug her up a little but… I did have to give her quite the dose for it to be effective.”

His rubber gloved hand grasped at her chin, her head rolling with the movement as she tried to move away. She groaned as he added force to her jaw, making Higuchi look at the doctor.

“Fuck you.” She slurs and Chuuya almost laughs at the expression the doctor has as she does.

“Perhaps I need to put this bitch in her place… what do you think Chuuya?” Doctor Ebiru grins again and Chuuya feels his veins fill with ice.

But he doesn’t answer, afraid of what he could mean.

“She is very pretty… and her blood tests did give me some interesting results.”

“What does that mean?” Chuuya spat.

“Hmm.” The doctor hums. “I don’t think I’ll tell you just yet.”

And then everything went black again.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Next time Chuuya awoke he found Higuchi shivering atop of a medical bed, her long legs on full display for the Mafia executive to see and even more with her shirt parted over her stomach. But she was staring at him in worry, not for herself but for him… it made him feel so sick.

What was the doctor planning to do?

“Welcome back A5158.” He smiles that almost saccharine grin that sickens Chuuya to his core. He hated being called by his tag, hated this man with a passion… hated that Higuchi was bound to a medical table with only the worst of ideas coming to mind.

“Let her go.” He growls.

“No.” Doctor Ebiru says. “I quite like my new play thing here. She’s quite… pliable.”

His gloved hand landed a sharp slap to her exposed thigh and she flinched.

“Maybe pliable isn’t the best word but.. I could make her just like you couldn’t I?”

“Don’t fucking touch her.” Chuuya yells.

“Or what A5158? I’ve restrained you both with ability suppressors- your aren’t getting out.”

“I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Will you now? How noble, finally ridding yourself of your worst nightmare… me.”

Higuchi remained silent but Chuuya could tell she was fully aware now, the drugs either having left her system somehow or simple wore off- he’d have to ask her about that later. His eyes scanned her, looking for injury but he could only see so much. She was sweating though and she looked paler than before.

“Looking for a reason are we?” Doctor Ebiru laughs. “No physical wounds yet but… my research had brought me to an interesting piece of information. Would you like to know what that is A5158?”

Chuuya glared at him, and if looks could kill Doctor Ebiru would be six-feet under by now.

“I’ll tell you anyway. Do you know what mithridatism is?” Chuuya’s brow rose. “A tolerance to poison acquired by taking gradually increased doses of it… seems this pretty little one can tolerate quite a few of the heavier ones considering how fast my drugs left her system.”

Chuuya feels a bloom of pride in his chest as he watches Higuchi level a glare at the man, and a spike of fear over her having possibly poisoned herself over time.

“She’s a very interesting creature you know? Or perhaps you do… it does seem like I caught you both quite off guard in that park.” He chuckles. “I had originally brought you here just to see how you were doing… ask a few questions about the mafia, tell you how I’d been abandoned by the government even after creating a success like yourself. Maybe now I’ll play with her instead… see what else she can do?”

His hand traverses her thigh, raising before meeting her exposed stomach. She flinches again, glare dark and terrifying.

“And oh… I almost didn’t put suppressors on her… do you know how hard it is to find information on her? I just had to know who she was when I captured you both. When I saw her with you A5158, I just had to know more.”

Chuuya’s mouth goes dry. He was insane… Chuuya thought he was crazy before but now… now he was downright psycho.

“Now… let’s answer a few questions Chuuya, and while you do that, you can watch as I try and make her scream.”

~~*~~*~~*~~

She wasn’t screaming. She wasn’t making a sound as the doctor poked and prodded at her. She wouldn’t do anything but take it regardless of the pain she could see in Chuuya’s blue eyes as he fought off his own anger. She could only wince or scrunch her nose as the scalpel trailed over her legs and stomach.

“Hmm patient doesn’t seem to have any healing abilities.” The doctor said, a recording device sat between her feet, listening to everything from Chuuya’s anger to the doctors comments. “Patient’s blood seems healthy too- good girl.”

That made her feel sick, the way his hands would squeeze her thigh like she’d done something good. As Chuuya went to snap at him again she watched as the doctor slapped a hand over his face and tutted. Grasping a piece of tape he quickly covered Chuuya’s mouth. She felt her heart rate increase at that.

Chuuya hadn’t even answered any of his questions, and certainly wouldn’t be any time soon with tape covering his mouth.

“Did you know-” the doctor starts. “Ability users have a particular genome in which holds all the genetic information on their ability?” And he seemed so proud about that knowledge of his.

“Yes.” She muttered and sadly that seemed to be the right answer as he squeezed her thigh again.

“Very good.” He said. “A5158 here has two separate genomes. One for his ability and one for Arahabiki… he truly is my favourite experiment.”

There was a dreamy sigh that followed that statement that Higuchi didn’t like and Chuuya’s muted exclamations only made that dislike worse.

“Your genome is strange too sweets… but I cannot seem to figure it out. Your cannot heal yet you can take drugs and poison like a champ… perhaps… perhaps if it is life threatening.” The glee in his voice sent a shiver down her spine.

Higuchi felt it more so than saw it as a sharp pain spread through her stomach. A gasp left her lips faster than she could cover it.

She looked down.

He’d stabbed her. Doctor Ebiru had run what looks like a butchers knife right through her abdomen before stabbing again, and again. Her stomach, her thighs, her arms, her stomach again and again. It hurt.

Still she didn’t yield, she didn’t scream- even with his wild psychotic smile, his laugh more terrifying than before.

She turned towards Chuuya who struggled in his chains, eyes wide and voiced muted, trying to scream out her name as a tear left her eye.

Then came the screams.

They weren’t her screams.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Chuuya has never been gladder in his life for Akutagawa and the Black Lizard showing up right as the doctor went to slam the knife into her again.

He could see she was in pain, see that she was fighting with herself not to scream and it hurt, it hurt so bad to see her suffer.

It didn’t hurt watching Rashomon slam the doctor across the room. In fact that was the most satisfying thing he’d ever seen (besides when he knocks Dazai on his ass).

Gin and Tachihara pulled at his restraints and ripped the tape from his mouth, blue eyes blazing with anger.

“I’m going to kill that mother fucker” He growled.

And all the doctor did was laugh.

“Fuck.” He heard Hirotsu swear as he looked at Higuchi, a mess of blood and open wounds that Chuuya hoped to god would heal.

He hoped she wouldn’t die.

Hirotsu was quick to remove her restraints as fast as possible and press gauze that the doctor had strewn around.

Chuuya saw Gin’s eyes widen and Akutagawa’s fists clenched as he bound the doctor with Rashomon. What hurt the most was the fear in Tachihara’s eyes when he spotted her.

“Big sis?” He asked as he almost fell reaching Hirotsu’s side, he grasped her hand tightly. “Hey, don’t go falling asleep on me huh?”

“I’m very much awake.” She grit out. “And very much in fucking pain.”

Chuuya wanted to laugh, she was willing herself past the pain, willing herself to be strong.

“Doctor Ebiru.” Chuuya growled as he stepped towards the maniac doctor. The man who made him like he is today.

“A5158.” He said back. “Will the pretty thing live?”

Chuuya doesn’t even bother with his ability as he slams his fist into the older man’s face. Rashomon held tight, keeping him from dodging every hit Chuuya gave. Chuuya’s gloves began to tear with each hit, his knuckles turning red at that.

Then a hand on his arm and he froze. Higuchi shook her head and pulled his fist back and he couldn’t stop himself from following her. He saw the scalpel in her hand and wondered what she had planned.

She sliced into her hand without a flinch and held it towards the doctor.

“You want to know what my ability can do?” She asks. “Before Chuuya takes you to your gave?”

Doctor Ebiru gave a smile, blood soaked his teeth, his nose utterly smashed almost beyond recognition. She pressed her hand to his mouth and Chuuya watched, the Black Lizard watched as he began to shake. He began to cough and whimper with each drop of blood she poured into his mouth.

Then he screamed and that scream was followed by blood and what seemed to be petals. Chuuya thinks that instead this might be the best thing he’s ever seen as he sweeps Ichiyo into a bridal carry. The gauze wraps would not last long and she would lose even more blood.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Chuuya had stayed outside of the medic wings doors the entire time she was in surgery. Internal and external damage from the stabbing and overwhelming amounts of drugs and poison (regardless of her seeming immunity to them) were found the second they’d begun examination.

The Black Lizard was there to. Angry that they hadn’t been there in time but relived Chuuya had no wounds and relived that Higuchi would be okay.

Mori stepped from the room a few hours later with a grim look on his face- no Elise in sight.

“She’ll be okay. Relieved of duty for a while but okay.” He said angrily. “Chuuya you and I will need to discuss Doctor Ebiru’s punishment later.”

“But-”

“But right now all of you are going home. She’ll be here in the morning, awake, alive and well.” And didn’t that seem like a prayer from the boss himself.

He was right though, she was awake, alive, and well by the time he’d come back the next day. Sore but she was okay, she would heal. Chuuya swore to himself he wouldn’t let that happen again, swore he would keep her safe, his own safety he damned.

“You’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that.” She jokes weakly.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He said grasping her non-wounded hand in his, pressing a chaste but comforting kiss to it.

“I’m glad he didn’t hurt you.” She said.

“But you got hurt instead because of his sick games… I knew he was crazy but this-” Chuuya said jaw tensing with each word.

“I’m here though aren’t I?” She says squeezing his hand back. “I’ll heal my physical wounds but the mental wounds he put on you will never go away.”

He couldn’t argue against that.

“Once I’m healed how about we grab some drinks?” She questions.

“You asking me on a date Commander?” He jokes, a grin now present on his lips.

“Depends on your answer Executive.”

“Well then… my answer is yes.”

#bsd #bsd angst #bsd whump #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs #Bungou stray dogs angst #Bungou stray dogs whump #Bungou stray dogs smut

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the-bloody-sadist · 4 months

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Figured I’d never finish this so you guys can have Nikolai bathing with the dead 🚶‍♂️MERRY CHRISTMAS IG??

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rachi-roo · 1 year

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Bungo Stray Dogs: Under the weather

There was a plot to this, but unfortunately, my motivation died before I got to fulfil it 😭 Hope this still fills some whumpy needs!

Summary: Whump fic. Atsushi is in a really bad way at the agency, things going from bad to worse one second after the other.

Tw: Migraine symptoms, mentions of blood, mentions of syringe

22/02/23

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Atsushi was slumped at his desk in the ADA, he wasn't feeling great. He had woken up with a headache that morning and it hadn't gotten any better after taking some painkillers and enough water to drown a fish.

He groaned, pressing his forehead into the cold tabletop, trying to find some kind of relief from the throbbing.

The rest of the Armed Detective Agency members were discussing the next plan for the day. Nothing serious luckily, just the chore of grocery shopping for the agency. Ranpo had been selected for the trip today.

"Awwww, I don't wanna." The clever-clog boy grumbled.

Daza grinned. "You can take Atsushi with you! I'm sure he'd love to go, you can scope out the new pick-n-mix they've got! Hey, Atsushi?" He turned to the tiger, frowning at what he saw. Atsushi had his eyes shut, his hands holding his head as it rested on the desk.

"Atsushi? Helloooo?" Dazai poked the boy's cheek a few times to stir him.

Atsushi lifted his head, squinting at the change in brightness compared to his closed eyes. His head felt heavy on his shoulders, the pain in his skull sharpening as he looked up at Dazai.

"Yeah?" He rubbed his eye.

"Are you alright? You look a little peaky."

"I'm okay. It's just a headache." Atsushi smiled. He was lying. He felt awful. But how can he show weakness in front of his fellow gifted agents? It would be embarrassing.

"Hmm... Well, if you're sure." Dazai wasn't sold, but he didn't want to pressure the boy. Atsushi gave him a reassuring smile, even though he was feeling worse by the second. His skin was heating up. Sweat was starting to pool on his forehead and palms. The happy chatter of his friends was like a hammer to the head. Beating down on his skull.

Ranpo put an arm around Atsushi's shoulders, grinning. "Right! Me and you buddy, let's go snag us some candy!" He beamed, unaware of how much pain he was causing the boy. He wasn't even shouting but it felt like he was screaming in Atsushi's ear.

"Right. Yeah, candy." He put on a brave face as he stood from his desk, the movement sent a rush of nausea up his throat as he steadied himself, holding his stomach for a moment as he breathed deeply.

'Deep breaths, Atsushi. Deep breaths.' He thought to himself, loosening his tie as it slowly seemed to tighten around his neck. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut before sighing and following Ranpo out the door.

"I'm gonna try the new gummy gators! They come in all kinds of yummy flavours. I heard there's a watermelon one." Ranpo chattered on to himself as he made his way down the flight of stairs. Atsushi was struggling.

Every step he took down the staircase made his whole body ache. Heavy. He was having trouble with the placement of his feet, almost missing a step as his vision started to double, then triple and phase back into one. The thud of his boots on the wooden stairs echoed in his brain. The pain growing and shrinking in waves.

"Right, Atsushi?" Ranpo continued, unaware that he hadn't been listening.

"Uh-Huh..." He panted, bringing a hand to wipe his forehead, the sweat starting to dampen his hair. Why were there so many stairs?

Ranpo reached the bottom with a skip in his step, heading out the door with a grin. Atsushi huffed, following him outside. He froze once he stepped outside, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as the sun glared down blindingly. It was painful to keep his eyes open.

He held his head, the ringing in his ears got louder, pins digging into his skull every time a vehicle drove past. The blurry faces of the civilians passing by were frightening, like shadows, mannequins or faceless monsters. He pulled on his sweat-drenched shirt as it clung to him feeling suffocated by the fabric.

"Ranpo- I-I can't do this." He wheezed, too quiet for Ranpo to hear, feeling his body shudder. "Ranpo-" He held his head, tears filling his eyes. "Help- Ranpo, h-help me. Anybody..." His eyes rolled in his head as his body gave up. He collapsed in a heap, his head hitting the concrete harshly as he fell.

Ranpo paused, hearing the familiar sound of a body hitting the ground. "Atsushi? Uh! Atsushi?!" He rushed to his side, turning the boy on his back. There was a cut on his forehead and the tip of his nose was scratched up. "Atsushi?! Hey, Atsushi, can you hear me?" He patted the boy's cheek, checking his pulse.

A gasp ripped from Atsushi's chest as he woke again, he was dazed, both from the headache he was suffering from and the impact of the fall, he brought an arm over his eyes, sheltering from the sun's dagger like rays. "O-Ow..."

"Hey, hey buddy. It's okay, just talk to me. What's wrong?"

"My head... It's pounding..." He curled up, holding his head. "M' burning... Everything aches... I feel sick... Where am I?"

Ranpo nodded, instantly piecing together the symptoms. "Migraine. We gotta get you inside. Can you stand? Hey, hey!" Ranpo panicked seeing Atsushi's eyes roll again. He was slipping in and out of consciousness.

"Oh crap- Dazai!"

Atsushi phased in and out of reality for a moment, unsure of what was going on, where he was or who was talking to him. Someone, holding him, cradling him as they moved. Where were they going? Now he's laying down. A bed?

He looked down, suddenly his shirt was gone. When did that happen? Who did it? there were ice packs wrapped in flannels tucked under his armpits to help bring his temperature down. Everything was blurry, there were voices but the ringing just wouldn't stop.

The next time he was aware, someone had cleaned and bandaged the cut on his forehead, also making sure the scrape on his nose was clean. The disinfectant smell made him gag.

"Atsushi, hey, it's me buddy. I need you to drink this for me. Okay?" A tall figure stood over him and supported the back of his head, tilting it forwards before holding a cup to his lips.

"Mh, no-" In his dazed state Atsushi didn't know what was happening, he was scared. He tightened his lips, trying to lean away.

"Hey, hey, come on." The voice soothed, holding him steady. "Please, It'll help you feel better. That's it." It was Dazai, he gently coaxed Atsushi to drink the medical solution. Just water with a Triptan dissolved into it.

"Good boy. That's it. You just get some sleep." Dazai cooed, softly resting Atsushi's head back onto the pillow. He took the boy's hand, gently massaging his Hegu nerve. A spot between the base of the thumb and index finger that's known for relieving headache and migraine pain. Atsushi's heavy eyelids slipped shut, forcing a few more tears to roll down his cheeks, still awake but unable to understand what was happening around him.

Dazai sighed, gently pressing a cold flannel against Atsushi's forehead and cheeks, cooling his flushed face. "I should have noticed this sooner..." He mumbled, looking over at Kunikida as he laid out the next round of medications for the boy, Yosano was unfortunately out of town so it was left to him to deal with.

"You did see it, but Atsushi said he was fine. He's a grown-up and you shouldn't feel responsible that this has happened. No one is really at fault, it's just how the situation has played out." He blonde explained, approaching with a syringe. "Morphine. It'll help him rest properly." He took Atsushi's hand, administering the drug into his arm.

The pinch from the needle made Atsushi flinch slightly but that was all. In mere moments he was out like a light and his breathing finally levelled out. Dazai stayed with him all day, keeping him cool and comfortable as he slept.

It was Dazai who brought him here. So he would be the one who takes care of him when he needs most. "I got you, little tiger."

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs ranpo #bungo stray dogs atsushi #bsd whump #bungo stray dogs whump #BSD Atsushi whump #rachi roo #atsushi nakajima #nakajima atsushi #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #ranpo edogawa #edogawa ranpo #migraine #tw whump #sick fic #bsd sick fic

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