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luvfy0dor · 4 months

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Henlo

The dad Fyodor anon

Descending from the sky with a request on this fine…. Well it’s night technically but

Ok you get it

You said you write modern AU’s

I have a few in my brain but rn I’m gonna go with the clearest one

You know the kind of stuff I always request

How about Dazai modern au as a young father?

Just him being young (maybe like early 20’s or 19 or something but young, you can pick) and he has a partner. But his partner had become pregnant unexpectedly. And after a really rough and confusing 6 or 7 months, they eventually settle on staying together and his partner wanting to see the pregnancy through (tho they don’t know if they’re gonna keep the child)

Tho ultimately, when the child is born, and Dazai gets to actually hold them, it’s different. And they do decide to keep the child

So basically that happening and Dazai trying to get his life on track so he’s not an absolutely awful father

You can choose if the port mafia is still a thing in this or not if you want more drama

And if Dazai is trying to either get out or work more to be more responsible

And if he turns to Oda for help. And if he was originally considering asking Oda to raise the child because he’s afraid he couldn’t

Essentially just young dad Dazai trying his best

Btw if you’re interested in other kinds of AU requests just lemme know. And maybe I got some Fyodor ones in my brain….. 👀

Happy late holidays friend

“We are Young and We Don't Care ♡⁠˖” - Dad!Dazai x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Minimally proofread, Modern AU, reader is afab but gender neutral

Description; Dazai accidentally knocked up his partner, and even hours before the kid is born it's still a mystery whether or not him and his partner will keep it. But things can change, even within seconds.

A/n; Welcome back!!! This ask is cute, I hope I did it justice! Also feel free to drop the new Fyodor ideas ASAP please and thank you 😞🙏💯 Happy late holidays!!

★ Dazais immediate first thought would be to hand over the child to Oda, unsure of his fatherly abilities

★ The reality of fatherhood actually hits him when he holds the baby for the first time and he sobs.

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D/n - Daughters Name

Dazai sat at the bar, swirling the liquid in his glass around. Oda sat next to him, fidgeting with a scrap of paper he found in his pocket earlier that day. "So, what'd you wanna talk about?" He asks Dazai with a cocked eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're runnin' from responsibility again." Oda says, only half serious. Dazai sighs and chuckles quietly, turning to look at Oda. "You know me really well. My partner is pregnant, and I wanted to know if you could..." He trails off at the end, feeling a bit of guilt weighing on his heart. "Take it?" Oda finishes Dazais sentence, being met with a nod from the brunette man. "Yeah. I don't think that I'm ready to be a father, and I'm not leaving my partner, that would be shitty." His gaze wanders towards the windows, the sills covered in a thin veil of glistening snow while flakes fall from the clouds overhead.

"And why is that?" Oda turns his body to face his companion better while resting his head against his fist. "C'mon, you know I'm just not father material. I don't know how to take care of a kid, nor do I know how to bond with it." He tells. His right hand rests on his knee while the other grasps the short whiskey glass by the rim, the orange light from the candles cascading an incandescent glow onto his skin. His cheeks and nose are still slightly red from being exposed to the cold, winter chill of the dark city even though he had gotten inside five minutes ago. "You just sound unwilling to learn, if you ask me." Oda replies. His hand moves from his cheek to run his fingers through his shirt, ginger hair while his statement makes Dazai reflect for a moment. "I don't think I'm able to learn." Oda shakes his head immediately. "You're always able to learn. You just don't want to. I can teach you how to take care of a child, even if you'd still rather hand it over to me." He says, his stubble slightly pricking the back of his hand before he takes a sip of his drink. Dazai sighs with his shoulders slumped, but he eventually nods in agreement. His stubborn personality has a tendency to soften whenever it came to Oda.

Oda started giving Dazai lessons whenever he was able to on how to deal with children, especially newborns. He taught Dazai how to how to hold them correctly and how to swaddle them, amongst many other essential skills for having a child. It took Dazai a couple hundred tries to get the swaddling down, but he was a natural at the multi-tasking part. He could carry around one of Oda's kids in one arm and make a bottle with the other without problem. He was also pretty good with making children laugh, even without trying. Oda taught him how to bathe and change a newborn and told him when the child could have things other than formula or breast milk. He was doing a real good job at shaping Dazai up into a, at the very least, prepared father. Although with these acquired skills, he still had his doubts and second thoughts.

Even as he's sitting in the hospital room with you and all the medical staff, his stomach continues to turn with indecision. He's stuck in a daydream, to keep the child or not to keep the child, that was his only question in the moment. He was so far gone that he barely registered the sound of cries coming from the newborn, but when he did he immediately snapped back into reality. His eyes darted around the room looking for the baby until they landed on her, laying on your chest. Your smile was contagious and Dazai couldn't help but unexpectedly choke up at the sight of the baby. The way you softly shushed her and pet her head made his heart swell. He immediately stood up and reached over to caress her as well, biting back his tears of happiness. He didn't understand how something he considered giving away made him feel this way, so happy.

When the nurses took the baby for the physical assessment, he frowned and reached for your hand. "We're keeping her, I don't want to give her way." Dazai says to you, kissing your forehead. "You did so good." He mumbles against your skin. You thank him and lean back, exhaustion overcoming you. "Good, I'm happy you want to keep her, too." A small smile makes its way to your face. He returns it and stands with you while you wait for the nurses to bring the little girl back. His hand rests on your shoulder, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs. His eyes light up like no other when he sees the nurse bring your baby back and he almost immediately reaches his arms out to pick her up and take her. His breath hitches and he stares at her sleeping form, unaware of the tears in his eyes until one falls down his face and onto d/n's baby blanket. He bites his lip once again, making them all the rosier as he sniffles and leans down to kiss her forehead.

The sight makes your heart flutter; you really did think Dazai would want to give her away, but he clearly changed his mind. An even bigger smile creeps onto your face when you hear him whispering to her, his dark brown bangs falling infront of his face. "I love you so much! I'm so glad to have you here, you're gonna be daddy's little partner in crime, huh?" You couldn't help but giggle with happiness. You knew neither you nor Dazai would be the perfect parents, but he really seemed like he was gonna try his damnedest for you; for your daughter.

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manunelle · 2 years

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{Ikevamp} How many kids would they have? {Headcanon #1}

I’m finally continuing the masterlist that I organized months ago, so I decided to go with and Ikevamp prompt, since I hadn’t written anything for my vampire gay boys yet.

Just like in my Ikerev headcanons, each character has a different partner/MC, so the children exist in the same universe. I’ll be posting the other characters any day now, so please be patient. I hope y’all enjoy it!

Napoleon Bonaparte

One boy.

Literally the most sweet and polite child you will ever meet. MC and Napoleon did a really good job, thank god.

He’d look a lot like his dad, but his eyes resemble his mother’s.

Participates in Napoleon’s classes and gets along with the other kids. I imagine them treating him kind of like a little brother, haha.

Napoleon would always read to him before bed, and he always observed MC writing in her journal, so reading and writing became his favorite ways of spending time.

Sleeps easy and quickly, just like his daddy. However, unlike Napoleon, he’s an early riser.

Has frail health, so Napoleon and MC are always keeping an eye at him whenever he’s down.

He doesn’t seem like it, but he’s actually really touch starved. Enjoys headpats, hugs, kisses on the cheek, on the head, on the nose, as a child he would always snuck into his parents bed in the middle of the night just so he could feel their warmth and be safe between them.

Group that I picture him getting along with: Jean’s daughter, Mozart’s youngest daughter, Isaac’s son, Arthur’s son, Dazai’s daughter and Will’s daughter.

Leonardo da Vinci

One boy as well.

I think Leonardo would be reluctant to start a family with MC, since they don’t know if the child would be a human or a vampire. Just the idea of losing her to the unmerciful time is haunting, but losing a child? He doesn’t know if he will be able to move on after that.

That’s why I picture this child’s birth as something unexpected.

After a lot of talking and thinking, the couple decided to keep the baby.

The boy is a bit quiet and aloof, but only those that are close to him know how caring and sweet he can be.

Resembles MC in appearance, but with Leonardo’s amber eyes. Girls and boys are always gawking at him whenever he goes into town, but he never notices it.

His parents are always the ones that start affectionate hugs. He just doesn’t know how to start those.

Gets along well with le Comte. He’s like a second dad, and I think that’s sweet.

I think Leonardo’s negative view of his nature as a pureblood vampire condition would not be a good example for his child. Of course he has no intent of causing it and would probably blame himself even more for being the cause of it, but I think it would cause a lot of insecurities for his child.

He enjoys carpentry and sewing.

He can play the violin!

Just like Leo, can nap anywhere!

Group that I picture him getting along with: Will’s oldest son, Theo’s son, Vlad’s son.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

This man, lol.

In real life, Mozart had 6 children (not sure if they all survived childhood though). So, I can’t not picture how chaotic it would be for Ikevamp’s Wolf to have 6 children.

4 boys and 2 girls.

The order goes like this: Boy > Boy > Boy > Girl > Girl > Boy.

Except for his youngest daughter, they all play instruments.

His oldest son looks like him in both appearance and personality. However, I think he would be less uptight in some aspects, especially because he’s the oldest and he needs to be both caring and “strict” towards the youngest ones. Plays the piano.

The second son always has a calm smile on his face, looking around as if he knows exactly what he is doing in this world. Spoiler time: he doesn’t. Is really insecure about the way he looks, the way he acts, how people perceive him and how he should act around them. Despite looking calm and polite, he’s one of Wolf’s children that always starts fights with his siblings (usually with his older brother or his youngest). Plays the cello.

The third son is soooo sweet. Is the less problematic one in the Mozart residence. Is always smiling and trying to be supportive of his siblings, especially of the younger ones. Is a little scared of his older brothers, since they are always fighting and being chaotic. Plays the flute.

Mozart would never say it aloud, but his oldest daughter is his favorite. Her personality is just like his and her looks are a mix between Wolf and MC’s. Because she’s a bit arrogant and shy, she doesn’t have many friends. Is close to her sister, but because she doesn’t pay attention to what she says, has said something hurtful once or twice. Her oldest brother is her favorite, and she’s always bullying the third brother, so MC always has to interfere and even punish her sometimes (nothing physical, of course. MC is a good momma!) Plays the piano, just like the first son and her daddy.

His youngest daughter is a cheerful little thing. Is really sweet and considerate of other people’s feelings. She’s a little clumsy and a bit of an airhead, so her siblings and the kids at school are always picking on her. Of course she’s aware of what is going on, but pretends she doesn’t because she doesn’t want to trouble her parents. Her hobbies are singing and baking. Can’t play any instruments, and because of that she feels distant from the rest of her family.

His youngest son is a tsundere. He is always being teased by his siblings, so it’s pretty normal to hear him shouting around the house. He gets along the most with his second sister and prefers MC over Mozart. He’s really protective of these two. Besides his difficult personality, he’s really careful of what he says to other people and is really considerate of his family and friends’ feelings. He plays the tuba, which is one more reason for his siblings to tease him, because he looks even smaller whenever he holds the instrument.

#Ikemen Vampire #ikemen series #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon bonaparte #ikevamp leonardo da vinci #ikevamp wolfgang amadeus mozart #headcanons #my writing #kids #parenthood

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ethereal-blossom · 3 years

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May I request a scenario with dazai(and chuuya if you would like) where reader takes the boy to meet her family, wich turns out to be big, she has a lot of siblings and they all have quite a few children themselves and that there very consrervitive(they don’t outright hate the gays they just don’t understand them) there against abortion and in a climactic family dinner that gets very political and heated it’s revealed that reader had an abortion in high school.

I would think the line “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you I’m done with this family.” Would be perfect for it.

Please and thank you

a/n: one pro-choice dazai, one pro-choice chuuya and one reader who isn't going to take any bs anymore on your way! also, i hope you don't mind, but i did headcanons for chuuya since i feel like the scenario would be the same except for their reactions. i usually keep scenarios and headcanons separate, but this subject is worth it.

warning(s): swearing

with hands clenched into fists, dazai and you walked towards the house you had grown up in. in contrast to you, dazai's body posture radiated calmness. he showed no sign of worry, almost like you hadn't told him about your family and its old fashioned mindset. your lover was either an idiot or an admirable idiot.

"dazai, i don't think you quite understand what i meant when i said that my family is a lot, and not just in numbers. mentally and emotionally, they are a lot."

"i figured."

"and you are not nervous?"

"depends. is there any reason for me to be?" dazai looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"definitely," and without elaborating any further, the two of you reached the door. gosh, why did your heart started to race by the thought of having to face your family? after taking a deep breath, you rang the door bell.

it didn't take long before one of your nieces opened the door. she spared a glance at dazai. "why is that man wearing bandages around his wrists? that's- not a good influence, y/n. shall i call for mom?"

your niece, only sixteen years old yet already influenced by the mindset of her mom, didn't even spare a glance at dazai after her judgement of him.

life didn't pay you enough for being a part of this family. however, you forced a smile on your face. "that wouldn't be necessary, cindy. this is dazai, my boyfriend. he'll meet aunt helen soon."

cindy's mouth twisted for a second. "all right then, our moms are in the living room. let's see what they... have to say."

dazai finally opened his mouth after he had observed the scenario. "how wonderful! i can't wait to meet them. they sound lovely."

you stared at dazai's face. no wonder dazai was good at what he does: he was an excellent liar, a master in pretending. did he have a bigger chance on surviving this dinner than you?

when you entered the living room, you were greeted with at least fifteen faces. instead of everybody sitting together, they were divided in groups of three. you first introduced dazai to the other two groups before you reached the latest group where your parents sat.

"y/n, it has been a while," your mom said. "so, what did you bring home this time?"

you were not even five seconds into the conversation and you already had to clench your teeth together. five seconds into the conversation and zero seconds of respect.

for dazai, it was easier. he bowed his head slightly and said: "it's a pleasure to meet you, parents of y/n. i am osamu dazai, your daughters boyfriend."

"what are those bandages around your wrists, boy? or your neck? did you get into an accident?" the judgmental edge in your dads voice couldn't be missed.

"oh well, life can be quite dangerous, can't it? especially if you're protecting the law, sir."

"well, i suppose that's good," your dad replied.

it didn't take long before dinner was ready. you were relieved that dazai was sitting next to you. at least that was something to hold on to. family dinners often proved how closed-minded your family was. and this time was no exception.

"so, dazai," aunt helen gave him a smile that was too tight to be considered friendly. " i just heard you saying that you protect the law. are you a lawyer?"

"i'm an agent."

one of your uncles replied. "really? do you have what it takes to shoot someone?"

"absolutely."

oh uncle, you had no idea.

your uncle started to laugh. "good, we need someone with guts to protect our country. men who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty."

"women can be agents, too." it flopped out before you knew it.

suddenly, a few more eyes were focused on you. aunt helen spoke first. "that's absurd, y/n. women are better off being housewives."

"that's your opinion," you replied.

"your aunt is right, y/n. women are meant to take care of their husband, the house and their children."

you looked at your mom. "no, we are not. i mean, what if two women fall in love and get married? they are not obligated-"

"don't be absurd, y/n!" another uncle added. "women falling in love with other women is just a phase."

"it's not!"

one of your younger cousins decided to talk about this matter too: "it's unnatural. only a man and a woman can end up falling in love."

the poor kid. "society is filled with people who are gay, bisexual, pansexual, queer-"

"enough, y/n." your dad slammed the table with his fist. "women's natural place is to be in the kitchen, serving their husband and their children. period. i don't want to hear anything about it anymore."

it was too late. you were all worked up now. totally forgotten that dazai was sitting right next to you, you said: "well, what if a woman doesn't want children? what if some women can't have children?"

cindy scoffed. "that's ridiculous. everybody wants children."

"that's not your choice to make," you gritted between your teeth.

cindy stared you deeply in the eyes. "because there is no option to choice from."

tears of frustration started to well up in your eyes. "who are you to say that someone doesn't have the choice. what if she gets pregnant and she can't effort it? are you still forcing her to have the baby?"

"yes, y/n. yes, i would."

you felt dazai's hand gripping your knee. in the corner of your eye, you saw dazai nodding. the eyes of your lover suddenly radiated warmth, which gave you the courage to finally say in front of your family: "even if i tell you that i got an abortion in high school?"

the room got filled with dramatic gasps, the sound of clattering cutlery, a few screams and your mom who fainted.

dazai's face started to show a small but satisfied smile. and that was the last straw. you stood up and raised your voice. "and that was my choice. not yours, not anyone's. my body, my choice. you have nothing to say about me. and you know what?" you started to point at your family. "fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck all of you. i'm done with this family."

with a sigh in which you let go of all the frustration, pain and stress this family brought to you, you said: "well, that was more satisfying than i thought it would be. great talk everybody, but dazai and i are going."

your lover stood up, too, and smiled widely. "of course, belladonna. ladies and gentlemen, the pleasure was all mine. on closer inspection, it was not. leaving seems like a fantastic plan, my love."

dazai followed you outside. suddenly, a rush of euphoria raced through your veins. you grabbed dazai's hand and started running. your lover started to dramatically shout for you to stop wasting both of your precious energy, but you just laughed.

"for the first time since a long time, i feel free."

dazai smiled. "exactly like i predicted."

okay, a few headcanons! for chuuya!

chuuya would definitely not be that calm.

dazai stayed calm because he had foreseen your outburst. besides, he's a pro in pretending in contrast to chuuya, who's a man of action, temper and someone who values honesty. but since you asked him to keep it down, he will. with lots of effort.

chuuya's face is redder than his hair after being surrounded by your family already after only five minutes.

especially if they start commenting about his ponytail. i can imagine your family being not so understanding about mental health (dazai's bandaged wrists) and men embracing some type of femininity (chuuya's long hair).

like dazai during the discussion, chuuya stays silent. chuuya knows this is not his fight to fight, but yours. even though his hands will glow red at least twice during the ignorant remarks of your family, he knows you got this.

literally shows death glares to anyone who is planning on making remarks about your abortion.

and then the biggest and proudest grin appears on his face once you stand up and call your family out.

"that's my girl"

#dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x y/n #chuuya headcanons #dazai x you #bsd headcanons #bsd hc #bsd scenarios

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shakey-hands · 3 years

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please please can we get fukuzawa awkwardly having to tell ranpo he’s dating reader and the two of them start fighting and reader is subjected to it??? 😍😍

haha yeah. first ask that imma answer, let me know if you guys want more. my asks are open for any (except mineta gross) mha, ouran, or bungo characters :)

{this one is gonna be done with she/her pronouns but if you ask for gender neutral or he/him or any other pronouns, i can do it}

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The clock struck two when Y/N looked at her phone, leg bouncing up and down in a way that always annoyed the people around her. Great. It was thirty minutes past their meeting time and her boyfriend still had not shown up with what she understood was his adopted son.

It had been a good plan. Meet on neutral territory, gas up (what Y/N assumed was) a teenage boy with a sweets addiction, and then break the news. Y/N was not sure why they needed to go through such lengthy troubles to inform her boyfriend’s son that they were dating. He was at least old enough to understand what dating was. And from what she had heard from Kunikida, Fukuzawa’s son had a very prominent dating life of his own. But Y/N trusted her boyfriend, no matter how many times he looked off into the distance with quiet wisdom that felt vague.

Y/N sipped her tea, realizing that caffeine would only worsen her anxiety. It didn’t matter how many times Fukuzawa and Kunikida tried to tell her that the meeting wouldn’t be a big deal and that the son would love her, she wasn’t so sure. He was working at the Armed Detective Agency and was good at what he did. At least those were Kunikida’s words as Y/N and him were quietly reading in the same room as they did on Saturday nights. While Y/N appreciated Kunikida for his straight forward/driven personality, he did not fare well in comforting her.

Which brought her to her boyfriend. His solid, piercing eyes would always soften as she talked about her day over their dinner dates and he would brush the back of his hand on her cheek in the moments they were alone with one another. While Y/N rarely noticed because she herself was too infatuated with him, Fukuzawa cared deeply for her after seven months of dating. Their last hurdle was introducing Y/N to Ranpo. Fukuzawa was not at all worried since Y/N had a knack for making sweets and made people feel as if they were special when she smiled at them. There was never a shortage of praise around her.

Y/N checked her phone again, hoping that an apology text would come through and she would not be left in the dark. That however was proving difficult. Fukuzawa was driving with Ranpo eating cotton candy in the passenger seat. He had to be bribed away from the sweets table Dazai had set up for some ungodly known reason to mess with Atsushi. It was embarrassing how long it took for Kunikida to pry Ranpo’s little grubby hands away from the snacks and then another amount of time for Fukuzawa to get Ranpo to put on his seatbelt.

It made Fukuzawa nervous that he was so late. He knew Y/N would be understanding, it was part of the reason he enjoyed her company so much. Knowing her, she would probably be bouncing her knee and staring down at the table, overthinking things. He, of course, was right.

As Fukuzawa was pulling into the parking lot, he spotted his girlfriend’s car. It was pristine, as always, and had a small cat paw sticker on the back left bumper. He smiled inwardly, realizing that he had been waiting for this. There was a future with Y/N and Fukuzawa couldn’t wait.

Ranpo still had yet to get out of the car, his glasses dangling from his shirt pocket and a light dusting of sugar crystals on his lips. He was pouting, of course. Kunikida did not pack enough snacks for the car ride, meaning Ranpo did not have the mental energy to get out of the car and go into whatever flop coffee shop the president insisted they go into. People were so stupid and Ranpo already just finished a case that was so obvious. The local police really needed to be more useful.

“Get out of the car,” Fukuzawa said, getting more and more agitated.

“No,” Ranpo said.

“Let’s go. I promise there will be sweets inside the shop.”

“So? There were sweets at the agency.”

Fukuzawa rolled his eyes, knowing Ranpo would sit in the car out of stubbornness. “Ranpo-”

“Yukichi?” A soft voice called out from the entrance of the cafe.

Fukuzawa turned to see Y/N standing right outside. She had a to-go cup of something hot in her hands, jacket sleeves pulled over her hands to stop the warmth from burning her skin. Even though it was overcast and windy, Y/N still seemed to have a certain glow about her that always took Fukuzawa’s breath away. She waved timidly, not knowing why he was awkwardly standing behind his parked car with a weird defensive stance. He nodded over to her, giving her a genuine smile before turning his head back to the car and glaring.

“Is everything okay?”

Y/N began to approach her boyfriend. The only other time she had seen her boyfriend have this stance was when she had bumped into some eyebrowless pale emo kid in an accident at the mall. Fukuzawa seemed to pick the weird fights, but she just smiled through it. His eyes held a certain annoyance the Y/N had not seen before. Her eyebrows furrowed as she took a step off the curb. Fukuzawa held out his hand, motioning her to not get closer. Y/N paused, unsure about his demeanor.

“Ranpo, don’t make me ask again.” Fukuzawa’s voice held a bass to it that Y/N had never heard before. She could only assume it was his dad voice that he has never had to use with her.

The window rolled down on the old car for just a crack. “I don’t remember a question being asked.”

The voice was whiny and slightly muffled, as if the speaker had sweets in his mouth. Fukuzawa rolled his eyes and put his hand on the glass. Y/N was slightly shocked by her boyfriend, but decided to let him do his thing. She was not a parent and the closest time she had ever been was when she had a babysitting gig decades ago when she was a teen. While she was interested in a family, she had neither the time nor mental capacity to follow through. So she stepped back onto the curb and took a sip of her tea, relishing in the warmth it provided.

“Ranpo, if you don’t get out of the damned car, there will be no sweets at the agency for a year.”

A clear threat had been made.

The door slammed into the car next to it, causing a dent that Fukuzawa watched form. Out from the passenger seat, a short man with a slight pout crawled out of the car. Definitely not the young teenager Y/N had been expecting. He was only slightly taller than Y/N and wore a cape. In fact, he looked like a full grown adult, maybe only ten years younger than Y/N. Her face said it all, though neither men were looking at her. They just stared one another down before Fukuzawa remembered his loving girlfriend stood awkwardly behind him. He motioned for her to come over.

Ranpo did not look impressed as he looked her up and down. Y/N looked too ordinary to know Fukuzawa in her jeans and plain jacket combo. Her shoes were dirty from all the yard work she had done throughout the years. As she got closer, Ranpo watched closely as Fukuzawa gently touched the small of her back before wrapping his arm around her waist. While Ranpo had never seen the President act like this, he did not care.

“Ranpo, I would like you to meet-”

Ranpo yawned loudly. “She’s way too old for me. Almost to hag status.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. She began to stumble over her words, not knowing how to respond. Fukuzawa’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe that Ranpo would even think he was trying to set them up. Ranpo made a disgusted face.

“No offense lady, but you don’t even look fun. Like all you do is sit in the dark and contemplate the excitement of frostingless yellow cake.”

How do you respond to that?

Y/N looked down, not sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. She was suddenly thankful for the sudden gust of wind that burned her cheeks, a sign that snow was rolling in. Who insults like that? The little sniffle that Y/N let out set Fukuzawa back into the present instead of the daydream he had slipped into where Ranpo got his ass beat.

“You can’t talk to her like that,” Fukuzawa said sternly. “And she’s not here for you.”

“Obviously. She could never handle the Greatest Detective.”

“No!” Fukuzawa said, tightening his grip on her waist. “I wanted you two to meet because we’ve been dating for a while and I thought it was finally time for you two to meet.”

Ranpo suddenly scoffed dramatically. Once. Twice. Three times. “And here I thought we agreed never to keep secrets! And all this time you’ve been giving your praise to someone else!”

Fukuzawa looked at the small man incredulously. “I’m allowed to date, Ranpo.”

“Not really!” Ranpo exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air. Those who were passing by continuously glanced, wondering why they were arguing so loudly in a public space. “How gross is that! You’re like centuries old!”

“Look, I just thought you’d want to be in the know. If I had known you’d throw a tantrum, I would have just waited until after we were married.”

In that moment, Ranpo and Y/N spoke simultaneously:

“Tantrum?!”

“Married!?”

“Oh I’ll show you a tantrum!”

Ranpo pushed the old car to make it move back and forth in its parked place before beginning to punch the glass. There was no real power behind his throws, so there were soft thumps being emitted. Next he started to kick the tires, also without power behind his movements. He truly had transformed into a toddler, making the people walking by walk a little faster. He came off as some random crazy person on the street rather than an acclaimed detective.

Fukuzawa didn’t know where to look until a warm soft hand held his cheek, guiding his eyes towards Y/N’s. She smiled softly, ignoring Ranpo as he began to get physical. Her smile caused a chain reaction in Fukuzawa’s heart, making him resist the urge to get down on one knee at that very instance. He did have the ring adding weight to his pocket. She kissed his forehead, making him awkwardly bend down as she chuckled against his skin.

“You want to marry me?”

Fukuzawa blushed slightly. “In due time, of course.”

She chuckled again and nodded. “Of course.”

“I’m not calling her mom!”

#bungo stray dogs #fukuzawa yukichi #fukuzawa x reader #ranpo

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hamliet · 3 years

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What Does It Mean to Save?

I keep seeing it said that Deku, Ochaco, and Shouto will “save” Shigaraki, Himiko, and Dabi, but that there will be no redemption and/or no survival for them. I’m truly not trying to vague these posts and everyone is entitled to their opinion, but literary criticism is fundamentally responsive so I’m writing this anyways.

I personally think that’s not BNHA’s definition of saving nor of redemption. So here, have a deep dive into literary tropes related to redemption, genre, and character arcs as they pertain to BNHA and the question of: what does it mean to save Shigaraki, Touya, and Himiko?

Before we begin, let me say that while we might be personally uncomfortable with redemption (there’s a redemption arc in BNHA I am personally quite uncomfortable with), that doesn’t inherently mean the narrative won’t go there. The key principle I’m operating on here is BNHA’s message that heroes save people. It’s held up as the highest ideal.

So let’s talk redemption in BNHA-verse. With this guy, whose redemption arc I dislike in principle but accept as part of the story so don’t come for me stans and/or antis. I’m analyzing because it shows us what redemption means in BNHA-verse, whether or not that is satisfying to you personally as it fits/does not fit with your own morality/philosophy.

If Endeavor can be redeemed and live, and he’s Bakugou’s negative foil, I highly doubt Shigaraki and Deku as well as Touya and Shouto and Ochaco and Himiko will be any different. Why? Because Enji is an adult character. The others--well, Himiko’s age we don’t know, but we do know that Shigaraki and Dabi are technically adults. But does the story consider them adults?

(It doesn’t.)

Child-coded characters are generally more likely to survive a redemption, which I’ll explain more later. First I have to define what I mean by child-coding, because I DO NOT mean this in the way it’s often (mis)used in fandom wank. Child-coding is a real thing, but it is not done to infantilize and it has nothing to do with shipping.

Child coding frames the character as a child for a few narrative purposes to convey a story’s theme or purpose. For example, if it’s a coming of age story coding a character as a child even if they legally are not emphasizes their journey to an understanding of self-actualization, or a true understanding of self with self-awareness and an understanding of self-value. An example of an adult coded as a child is The Kite Runner, wherein Amir is a legal adult for half the story, even married for fifteen years so we’re talking 30s-40s, but he does not truly become an adult until he returns to his homeland and takes responsibility for a childhood sin. In Attack on Titan, the main characters are now nineteen, but are still struggling to take responsibility as adults and have only started doing so now that their mentors/parental figures have started dying.

Along those lines, in any kind of story, you can code a character as a child of someone, regardless of biological relationship, to convey the type of relationship they have (usually a mentor one). For an example of this, see Bungo Stray Dogs’ Dazai and Akutagawa. Despite their two year age difference, Dazai recruited him to the mafia, abandoned him, and Akutagawa desperately seeks his approval. Usually in these stories a character will “overcome” their parental figure. This can be done through overcoming their need for the parental figure’s approval in stories where the parental figure is kindly (such as in Harry Potter, when in the final book Harry, Ron, and Hermione leave the Weasleys to find the Horcruxes despite Mrs. Weasley’s please) or through like, killing/stopping/leaving the parental figure when they are abusive (see fairy tales like Rapunzel and Cinderella). The parental link to self-actualization is because it is childlike (and a part of actual psychology that is reflected in literature) to see yourself as a part of your parent; self-actualized person would see yourself as a distinct person from your parent, but also acknowledge the ways in which they’ve shaped you.

So, how do you code a character as a child? BNHA isn’t subtle about it, because Horikoshi seldom is subtle about anything. The villain trio are all coded as children.

Shigaraki Tomura:

Who cannot achieve self-actualization so long as AFO has access to his body, as he’s literally trying to possess him. He’s trying, but it’s not gonna work because Shigaraki can’t keep AFO and become an adult at the same time. It’s a choice the narrative is setting up: your dream of destroying, or your freedom? (To get the latter, he’ll probably have to destroy AFO).

Todoroki Touya, who is repeatedly emphasized as a small child when compared to his siblings, and yes, I know he’s now tall. Specifically he’s spotlighted as the child of Endeavor:

And he’s the least self-actualized one in a lot of ways, contradicting himself constantly. I’m not Endeavor, DUH! But these are Endeavor’s flames! He’s gonna have to choose one or the other, because the tragic irony is that the more he takes out his rage on those around him, the more like Endeavor he becomes.

And Toga Himiko (who might well literally be a legal child), who is actually the most self-actualized one thus far, because she rejects Curious’s child insistence (Curious holds her in a Pieta pose, based on Michelangelo’s statue wherein Mary holds a deceased Christ):

She’s still got, like, a way to go though:

Because Himiko also wants to be like the people she loves to the point where she loses her own identity in them, which is er, not self-actualization. So she’ll have to choose whether or not she really wants to be like the people she loves or whether she wants to live her own way, which she herself tells us how that would end (death):

Deku said it himself: it’s good to focus on what someone is doing now. And look, I have issues with this statement and how it’s framed. I’ve talked about it at length and it was doomed to fail because Shouto himself told us long ago that it was annoying to hear a righteous speech by a stranger when you hadn’t gone through the same, plus Endeavor kinda failed by choosing being a hero over a dad here. But, the principle is that if the past doesn’t preclude Endeavor from seeking a better self, why would it preclude three characters coded as children, one of whom is literally somewhat the product of Endeavor’s sins? BNHA doesn’t think the past keeps someone from a better future.

So what about Dabi’s counterpoint, which is indeed valid? Well, redemption doesn’t mean the past forgets, either. It’s complicated and nuanced, and we can debate how well Horikoshi strikes this nuance (it’s got its flaws), and admittedly I don’t know how this will go down in the future. But it is asking Endeavor: how do you redeem yourself to the people you’ve hurt? And we have Endeavor asking this question to Touya’s shrine. I mean, the foreshadowing is obvious. Endeavor has to redeem himself by trying to save Touya. However, it will still probably come down to Shouto to save Touya.

For our three villains, it’s a little harder to predict... well, sort of. For Shigaraki it’s extremely obvious: he has to help take down AFO. Dabi probably has to do something to help his family (siblings probably), but it’s vague. Toga needs help and not condemnation, but presumably she’ll help Ochaco with something.

So, is this redemption? I’d define it as redemption in the eyes of the narrative. To address what makes a redemption is another essay unto itself, but if we bring in the oft-compared Star Wars example: did Darth Vader get a redemption? Did Ben Solo? Everyone says yes to both. However, only Luke witnesses Vader’s redemption, and only Rey Ben Solo’s. So the rest of the galaxy? Doesn’t think so. When I say they’ll be redeemed, I’m defining it as their role in the eyes of the narrative, not whether or not society will accept them or even whether their victims will forgive them (of note, in canonical novels, Leia never forgave Darth Vader despite learning he was her father and obviously knowing Luke’s account of his redemption was true).

So, redemption in a narrative doesn’t mean all of society has to forgive and accept them. Dabi has still like, murdered 30 people--many of whom were thugs, but he himself acknowledges they didn’t deserve to die. Additionally, he himself also acknowledges that the families left behind--their feelings matter:

But why does that mean they have to die? Why even does it mean they have to languish in prison forever? (If there’s even a safe prison at the end of BNHA which I kinda have doubts about.) Heroes have also killed: see Hawks as Exhibit A. In fact, some people want revenge on the heroes precisely because they arrested or killed their loved ones (jail isn’t held up as a rehabilitative place in BNHA’s world. In most countries it isn’t in real life, either, but again that’s for another essay). So why don’t the League’s feelings on Twice’s death matter just as much as the feelings of unnamed and unseen (and thereby less important narratively) characters?

Additionally, regarding death... the villains routinely get called on their death wishes. Himiko’s determination to decide how/when she dies is called out because this is right before Twice overcomes his trauma to save her, and the next arc they appear in is when Twice dies trying to save her again. Dabi’s suicide wish keeps him from getting close to others, and it keeps getting thwarted. Shigaraki’s obsession with destruction and death is clearly not a good thing, and his rejection of his family’s desire for them to join him in death this past arc is growth.

In other words: what Dabi said and what Snatch said about families and how they feel matter for the villains too. The villains are their own weird found family (Dabi as the deadbeat prodigal brother of both his families). Their deaths--Magne’s and Twice’s thus far, and I’m not ruling out further deaths in the future--affect the others. People’s feelings on losing loved ones matter. The villains are people, as Himiko said herself this arc:

Their feelings about each other matter:

How would Touya dying affect the Todorokis? At least they saved him spiritually, I guess, but that’s absolutely lame narratively, and if you have Enji eventually do a sacrifice to save Dabi (pretty likely, even if I personally think Enji will survive said sacrifice) then what’s the point of Dabi dying? How would Himiko dying affect society? As a martyr like Curious wanted her to be, even a redeemed one? A tragic warning story? What even is the point of Ochaco saving her if that’s the case? If Shigaraki dies, well, who would mourn besides Deku? How would Shigaraki dying affect the surviving members of the league? He just couldn’t be saved physically?

It’s not impossible some of this happens, but it doesn’t seem like great writing, especially with panels like, oh, these that show us BNHA’s perspective on death:

Sacrificing something is a type of death that occurs in stories; this should happen in a redemption arc, which is why I’ve been saying Enji needs to sacrifice his hero reputation to help save Touya and even then it’ll still be Shouto imo who does the saving. But physical death?

If you want further analysis of the latter two panels and how they relate to the ending, see here.

We already have another villain who will definitely die redemptively (Kurogiri--an adult coded character--because he’s already, like, dead), and Spinner and Mr. Compress aren’t coded as kids so I hold them with anxiety towards the end. But again, this isn’t me being ageist or saying this is the way things ought to be in fiction or real life: it’s me looking at writing tropes and saying that child-coded characters tend to survive their redemptions. See: Zuko. Why? Because the death of children or child-coded characters is a tragedy. When a child-coded character dies redemptively it doesn’t feel like a happy ending and if framed as such, it’s often criticized for bad writing (see: Ben Solo). Curious even called this out in her fight with Himiko. I would hope Horikoshi doesn’t end the story being like yeah Curious was right that’s the best use of Himiko’s/Dabi’s/Shigaraki’s arcs:

Additionally, as for the believability of a character getting a new chance after so much destruction and murder... well, it’s kinda a thing in shonen and even in seinen? For better or for worse, it’s a thing. We have Vegeta in Dragon Ball Z and Kaneki Ken in Tokyo Ghoul (Kaneki, by the way, is absolutely an inspiration for Shigaraki). We can debate how well-written these redemptions are (I personally have been quite critical of Kaneki’s despite wanting it to happen narratively), but it can be done. BNHA’s Japan especially isn’t as harsh a world as Tokyo Ghoul’s Japan, so it would make even more sense for something like Kaneki’s ending.

The reality is that the cycle of revenge via hurting people and then leaving hurting families and loved ones has to stop somewhere. Someone has to be the bigger person and step up and be like “naw.” That’s heroic. That’s brave. That’s sacrificial itself. Justice itself doesn’t really exist in its purest form without mercy.

There’s another genre-reason I don’t see death or jail as likely (I could see, like, maybe a mental health ward like Rei’s? But it’s too soon to speculate).

If saving is considered a good thing for the story, if it’s truly the highest ideal, then saving someone should be rewarded by the narrative. The characters who save should have a positive result to show us this a good thing.

This is why it doesn’t work for the heroes’ end journey to be accepting that some people cannot be saved. The notion of just accepting that you cannot do something, you cannot save everyone, you cannot, cannot, cannot, is called out as a flaw of society. Determination, on the other hand, is rewarded.

We see it with Deku as well as with Mirio.

So, what if they save them and the redeemed characters then go on to sacrifice themselves in their redemption and die (come to the same end)? If saving changes absolutely nothing for the saved person, if it’s too late for the saved from themselves to change and/or do anything that matters besides die, then the narrative theme of saving as important is left unemphasized at best and undermined at worst. Simple intrinsic knowledge that the kids “did the right thing” doesn’t cut it for a story with so much focus on physical saving when the kids are already doing the right thing; moral struggles about whether to choose to be good aren’t really Deku, Ochaco, or Shouto’s arcs. It works for Aizawa’s arc with Kurogiri, but not for the kiddos. If BNHA was more of a philosophical/spiritual text, that would indeed make sense, but it is not. Genre-wise, BNHA is a fantastical superhero optimistic story, not a gritty real-world set drama.

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leonardhoee · 3 years

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Ikevamp Boys In Vegas

Leonardo:

Ok Leo wouldn’t really be into the expensive nightlife part of Vegas. He’d probably like the old bars and pubs in downtown Vegas where all the original casinos are. He’d also like to explore the nearby mining ghost downs (Rhyolite Ghost Town). (He’d also take everyone to the ghost tours of those places at night). He would probably just wake up and leave the hotel and when all the others wake up they can’t find him but don’t really question it since they probably expected him to go off exploring on his own. He would also go to the Neon Graveyard and Madame Tussaud’s + any other cool art display with Vincent and Theo. He would take MC to the gondolas in the Venetian hotel. They would also go to the Ceaser’s Palace mall and just run around there for hours looking at different stores and get lost. He’d like the Avengers Exhibit and he’d try to make some of the things he saw there. (There was also a Da Vinci exhibit that MC would definitely take him to see). One time Leo and Dazai were smoking together at a fancy rooftop bar and ended up sharing a blunt with Snoop Dogg. Both of them wake up the next day thinking it was a fever dream. (Listen I just really think Leo and Snoop Dogg would be good friends. They are basically the same person)

Arthur:

He would immediately go to an expensive rooftop bar to flirt with women (If MC isn't part of this). His favorite places would be the strip clubs and bars (he drags Theo with him). He and Comte go to a Burlesque club together. He got kicked out of a bar once because he was unknowingly hitting on someone’s wife. This boy would also take Theo Gucci shopping with him. The two of them will probably get into several bar fights and either get kicked out or arrested. (Comte bails them out). He would take pictures with every showgirl he meets and gets Theo in on some of them (Theo is just standing there glaring at the camera with his arms crossed). He loved going to the Pitbull concert, wants to be called Mr. Worldwide now but no one will call him that. He would also go to Casinos and somehow win big to impress MC. Security is keeping an eye on him.

Comte:

One of the chillest ones on the trip. He just goes to fancy restaurants and watches Cirque Du Soliel shows. Every time you see him he just has a glass of expensive wine. He takes Leo to clubs with him, even though they just sit by the bar the whole time having a drinking competition. Comte also runs into Arthur at a Burlesque club. (This man would be into burlesque you can’t tell me otherwise). He mostly just manages everyone’s schedule, helps them book tickets for whatever they want to do, and occasionally bails people out. Also goes to Italian restaurants with Leo (because Vegas has the best Italian food I’ve ever had ong) What? No ofc its not a date. He buys MC a new dress and leaves it on her bed with a note telling her to be ready by 6 and takes her to an exclusive restaurant in a limo. He goes all out for their date.

Shakespeare:

Bruh he would absolutely LOVE all the different shows. The whole environment that THRIVES off entertainment. This would be his dream city. He would somehow get backstage for a Variety show and help them add scenes and dance numbers. He’d come back with so many ideas for his own plays. He would also follow around some of the wilder residents to see if they do something he can include in his plays. I also believe he’d somehow find the most romantic places to take MC if she was there with them. He would also be interested in the Mob Museum and the mafia history. He would LOVE Criss Angel’s Mindfreak show (No I’m not just saying that because I love it too)

Napoleon:

I think he would like exploring the various hotels more than going out clubbing. Let’s be honest, Comte would get the super expensive suites so Napoleon would just be sleeping in half the day. He would use it as a chance to unwind and would take full advantage of the room service and spas. He would go to the pool with MC and Sebastian. I can see him being everyone’s designated photographer and bag holder. If MC wants to go somewhere he would come with her to make sure she gets there safely (The amount of creepy old men who have stared at me when I walk through casinos is gross).

Vincent:

He and Theo would definitely go to the Neon Graveyard with Leo. They would also love seeing the abstract art pieces and murals that are all over downtown Las Vegas. He would be so amazed seeing the seasonal decorations in the Bellagio hotel. MC would take him to the Van Gogh art gallery so he and Theo could see how successful his art has become. He also like exploring the hotel with everyone and going to the pool to relax. He would take amazing pictures of MC and make an album for her. One time he was walking to a show with everyone when a few showgirls asked if he wanted to take a picture. And being the absolute angel he is, he told them how beautiful they are and just had the most wholesome heart- stealing interaction with them.

Theo:

He would go to old bars and pubs with Leo and Arthur in downtown Vegas (They got into a bar fight that Leo helped them hide from Comte). Arthur would drag him to various clubs but I think he would have an overall artistic appreciation for Burlesque. I think he’d be happy to see that artistic expression isn't being censored anymore like it was in his time. MC would take him and Vincent to the Van Gogh exhibit. He would also love the different murals and abstract art that's all over downtown Las Vegas. MC would buy him one of those glass art sculptures and he would be all “oh Hondje brought me a toy?” but he would actually be super touched and would blush when she gave it to him. Arthur would also drag him into taking pictures with various showgirls and then would get jealous when Theo gets more attention from them (even though Theo isn’t a big fan of it).

Isaac:

Isaac would go to all the different museum exhibits with Leo, MC, and the Van Gogh. He would also enjoy the Avengers Exhibit because of all the crazy technology and scientific concepts used in creating it. He would also go to the spas with Napoleon and MC because that boy needs to relax himself. I think most of the time he would either stick with Leo, Napoleon or MC because Vegas is... a lot and he might get overwhelmed. Arthur would rope him into taking a picture with the Showgirls and he would be flustered for the rest of the day. He mostly just gets dragged into whatever activities the others are doing.

Dazai:

Dazai would love all the different comedy shows. He would also be exploring the hotels but instead of finding the spa he would find the most random hidden storage areas and rooms of the hotel. By the end of the trip he would somehow know the whole hotel inside out. One time he went missing and no one could find them until he came down the elevator with this rich elderly couple who gave him a tour of their whole VIP floor. He would also go out to bars with Leo in the middle of the night and they’d come back and just smoke together on the balcony. He would find the best obscure dessert places in the whole city and somehow make friends with a celebrity that he met purely by accident. (He just shows up to lunch with Pitbull one day and he’s like “yeah I just met him in the bathroom”. MC and Sebastian are s h o o k)

Mozart:

Mozart would be very interested in seeing the street musicians and how they're able to play songs from everyday objects.He, Comte, and MC go shopping together and then they’d go to exclusive lounges together. He gets dragged to clubs by everyone but god forbid he gets touched by a sweaty person dancing, he will LOOSE IT. He gives pointers to the DJs and he actually likes listening to different genres of music. (Funny story, one time my dad went to a club in Vegas where Calvin Harris was DJing and he gave him tips on how to mix songs. He had no idea who Calvin Harris was). Mozart loves the spa and huge bathrooms, hates casinos since he thinks they're noisy and filthy. He goes to the mall and buys expensive skincare items.

Jean:

Poor boy is so lost. Just like Isaac he kind of gets dragged everywhere. He likes going to the lounges with MC and Mozart but most of the time he will just want to enjoy the hotel room alone. MC doesn't want him to be alone the whole time so she takes him to see the Bellagio decorations and takes adorable candid pictures of him while he's there. He is amazed at how they were able to create something like that. He’s also amazed at the fountain show that MC takes him to at night. Mozart and MC take Jean with them when they goes shopping and he buys Jean some nice things (because he DESERVES IT). Would avoid clubs at all costs and if he somehow gets dragged there by everyone he leaves the first chance he gets.

Sebastian:

Like Shakespeare, Sebastian also follows around the residents, seeing how they react to such a new environment. He takes notes on all their activities and exchanges info with Shakespeare. He made all the reservations and keeps track of everyone’s itinerary. He is the only other person who knows about Arthur and Theo’s bar fight because Leo told him in exchange for modern cigarettes. He was so excited when Napoleon asked him to join him in their spa trip. Most of the time Sebastian goes with Comte and Napoleon to their activities. He would also love seeing some of the historical exhibits, like the Titanic and Ancient Egypt ones in the Luxor hotel. He’s mainly just happy to have enough free time to write as much info in his book as he wants.

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chailoserr · 3 years

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𝗕𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗢𝗱𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘂’𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗰𝘀

• You two would do curry eating competitions to see who could take the EXTREME SPOICE

• You are either an absolute GOD at taking the spice or you’re a “w h y i s it s p i c y” and ‘needs milk or will die’ loser at taking the spice, I don’t make the rules

• Look at this man and TELL ME he wouldn’t tell you bedtime stories every. single. night. you can’t, because he absolutely would

• He’d even let you tell him a bedtime story too

• Tickle fights, obviously

• Sometimes he’d let Dazai come over and visit you and lord knows that would turn out to be a complete disaster

• “I’m not gonna let Uncle Dazai come over anymore if you keep trying to sneak bleach in your water bottle. I’ll just have Uncle Ango babysit you”

• “Nooooo, I once saw him doing math homework for FUN”

• “Wouldn’t that benefit you in the long run?”

• “The homework wasn’t even mine”

• Yea I’m convinced that Ango just has random sheets of math homework on him at all times that he does for fun, BUT MOVING FORWARD

• If Dazai were to babysit you, he’d bring Chuuya and the two idiots would be like, smacking each other with fruit roll ups

• Oda would come home to Dazai trying to stick his head in the oven, Chuuya asleep on a table with drawings all over his face, and you’re just in a sugar coma bc Dazai and Chuuya just don’t know how to feed kids

• Oda gives the best hugs, you cannot tell me otherwise, he PERFECTED hugs. It’s the equivalent of being wrapped in a big, warm blanket like you’re a sushi roll

• Not only does he make you the cutest bento boxes, but he buys you the cutest bento box, and puts a sweet little note with your lunch along with something sweet like daifuku or pockies

• He literally cannot say no to you when you ask for a stuffed animal, so this results in your entire bed being 75% stuffed animal, 20% blanket, and 5% you because of course you have to sleep with ALL of your stuffed animals to make them feel loved

• When you ask for a kiss goodnight, you also ask him to kiss all 75% of your stuffed animals, and he does🥺

• If he comes home with a boo boo, you give it a kith and put a cute little bandaid on it, like Dora shit or sum

• Dazai thinks the bandaids are quite fashionable

• If you wanted a certain toy, this man would absolutely search every store and get up as early as possible to find it

• You’d write him little books for him to read, with pictures and everything, and you’d staple the pages together so it could be just like a real book

• He would LOVE it and would actually go into detail about what he liked about it

• I feel like he would ruffle your hair or pat your head as a sign of affection

• Ya know field days that schools make you participate in? Well it would n e v e r be boring, he’d bring Dazai and Ango with him and they’d just watch you from the sidelines

• Dazai would death glare at ANY child that came within a five feet vicinity of you and give you advice on how to win

• Oda would encourage you and keep snacks ready for you like a normal dad

• Ango would be the type of person to judge the other kids’ families and use the information he’s gathered to help you win

• “That bitch Bethany from two rounds ago’s mom isn’t wearing her ring today and wore 200 dollar Sephora lipstick to this event. Her parents will be divorced by the summer, now’s your chance to convince her that she’s to blame, good luck, sport”

• When you got older, Oda would help you get ready for things like school dances

• He would literally master every hairstyle just to make sure your hair looked perfect

• For tux/dress shopping, the two of you would definitely try on ✨fancy✨ clothes in a fun little montage

• Either that, or he drags Dazai and Ango along and they sit outside the dressing room with paper and markers and rate your fit when you come out

• Aaaaand my brain is tired, but yes, oDADsaku deserves father of the year, what a man

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd odasaku #bsd dazai #bsd headcanons #bsd ango

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bungou-stray-dingus · 4 years

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I’ve just read the head cannons of Chuuya and Dazai’s bebes and I love it 🥰 can you write how they’ll react when someone kidnapped their babies and how they would get them back? QwQ

A/N : I've been gone for so long and I'm so sorry. This request and many others have laid dormant in my ask box for many many months and I'm so sorry. I went through big depression kick, and I didn't write for a while. I ended up getting laid off from my job because of the rona, and everything just felt uncertain for a while and I honestly didn't really know what to do. I slowly got back into writing, starting off with my fanfiction just to get back into the swing of it, and now I'm ready to make y'all proud and finish all the requests! I'm sorry for making you all wait so long, and I want this request and all other requests that I answer to be amazing for all of you. So, here we go! -Hopefully (still) Your Favorite Dingus

T/W : angst; kidnapping; slight mention of blood;

Osamu Dazai

Kazue was the literal light of his life, aside from you... obviously. You and his son were the center of his entire universe, he would do anything for you and his son. He made that quite known, considering how spoiled your son was already. At three years old, Dazai had already managed to buy your son everything he did, and sometimes didn't need.

Your son was a lot like his dad in the way that he liked to run off often, having you worried sick in the middle of the grocery store of mall. Dazai would often find him at the gumball machines or the tiny change eating rides in the middle of the mall. Your son hated to be confined in his stroller, and Dazai agreed that strollers were awful contraptions and that your son should be allowed to walk around.

His views quickly changed when you were out shopping for groceries one afternoon. Dazai was at work, and trying to keep your son in the shopping cart proved to be impossible, so you had agreed to let him out of the cart as long as he stayed close to you and hold your hand. You promised to get him candy if he followed those two simple rules, but thanks to Dazais relaxed parenting, your son just assumed he'd get candy no matter what. (Thanks Dazai)

You had only let go of his hand for a second, kneeling down to grab something from the bottom shelf. The last thing you heard was the small cry of "Momma!" and when you shot up and turned around he was gone. Your heart sank as you dropped the item in your hand and ran to the front of the store, asking the employees if they had seen your son, showing them the pictures in your wallet, and all of them shook their head, only able to offer their sympathies to you.

Calling your husband was the hardest part, trying to keep your voice and your hands steady as you held your phone up to your ear. The employees had already called the police for you, and they were scouring the entire store trying to look for any clue as to where your son could be.

When you had managed to tell Dazai what happened, he was on his way to the store, he didn't waste any time at all. He was furious, and at first he took his anger out on you. "I thought you were watching him!" "How could you let this happen?!" "Why would you let him go!?" He was angry and he wasn't thinking straight, but as soon as he saw how his words affected you, he quickly pulled you into a hug, peppering the top of your head with kisses. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, darling. It's not your fault."

An officer brought over Kazue's stuffed kitty cat which was a gift from Fukuzawa. He had gotten it on his first birthday and refused to part with it, he brought it with him everywhere. The sight of the kitty cat not being held by Kazue made you throw up immediately, your mind jumping to the worst possible scenario. You heard Dazai grit his teeth, his arm was wrapped around you tightly, and his grip on your shirt tightened.

The two of you race to the Agency, every other case that they had been working on is dropped instantly. Desks are cleared and pushed together to draw out a map of the entirety of Yokohama. You're sitting on one of the couches in the office, Kazue's kitten clutched against your chest, your tears soaking the top of the plushy. The light in Dazais eyes has disappeared completely, he's stern, on edge. His voice is hard but you can hear it break occasionally at the end of his sentences, especially when he says his sons name.

Ranpo and Atsushi are the main people Dazai communicates with, his voice is mixed with the constant slamming of his fists on the desk when his emotions take over completely. "Where the hell is my son!?" He shouts as he drops his head into his hands. That's the only time he'll cry, his body shaking violently. You walk over and wrap your arms around him from behind, your chin resting on his shoulder as you both sob.

Everyone had been sitting around the office quietly watching you and Dazai have your moment. They all felt hopeless, especially when Dazai had initially went to Ranpo and he didn't seem to have a clue as to where Kazue was or who had taken him. "Why... Why would anyone take him? What's the reason? I want to know a reason!" Dazai shouted, his fists once again coming down on the desk. You pulled away quickly, giving him his space to lash out. He threw everything off the desk, his head dropping into his arms that were folded against the desk and letting out a scream.

His strength was being tested, he was breaking. It killed you to see him like this, you knew that there was nothing you could do to calm him. There was nothing worse that could ever happen to him, his son was everything to him. Kazue was the reason he had stopped attempting suicide, Kazue gave him a reason to stay alive, Kazue was his life line. Dazai loved his son with every fiber of his being, and right now he not only lost his son, he lost his reason for living. If anything were to happen to your son, if the worst case scenario was the actual case, you were sure that you would lose your husband as well.

All hope had seemed lost, the sun was quickly setting over the city. Everyone was emotionally exhausted. You were curled up on the couch, your head resting on Dazai's lap, his fingers massaging your scalp. "Please, get some rest darling. You need it." He whispered to you when he saw you slowly drift to sleep only to have your eyes open quickly. You felt bad for falling asleep, knowing that your son was out there somewhere without you or his father.

You handed Dazai the stuffed kitten before rolling over and trying to get comfortable. "Here, if anything comes up.. he's gonna need his Fuwa." You said sleepily, and you heard Dazai's chuckle, it sounded like he was being choked. He sniffled as he grabbed the kitten and brought it up to his face, silently crying into it.

Ranpo stood up from his chair and made his way over to the desk, pulling the map up off the floor and laying it flat on the desk. His eyes were wide open, the soft emerald green had long since turned as hard as the gem itself. Dazai shifted you off his lap and made his way over to Ranpo, stuffing Fuwa into his coat pocket. Atsushi followed him over and they both peered over Ranpo's shoulder, looking down at the map, following where Ranpo pointed with his fingers.

"The warehouse... next to the Port. Whoever it was quick enough to be gone before Y/N could notice, but he was still able to drop his cat. That means the person was on foot, so this person would have to be somewhere close to the store so a scene wouldn't be made, but somewhere they could hide him. They're most likely expecting us to show up, they want something in return, this is a ransom kidnapping." Ranpo said and Dazai nodded, trusting him with 100% of his being. He had to be right, but Dazai also knew how some ransom situations worked out. If it took too long...

"We have to go now." Dazai growled, and Ranpo nodded, Atsushi "hmph"ing in agreement. Kunikida stood up from his chair, joining the three of them by the door.

"None of you know how to drive. Let's go." Kunikida had a soft spot for Kazue, he wanted your son home safe as much as everyone else. (Even if he thought his father was a complete dunce.)

Everyone in the office agreed to stay with you just in case you woke up before the four of them got back, and with that they all ran out the door, hopping into Kunikida's car and speeding off towards the warehouse.

When they got there, they snuck up to the doors of the warehouse. Dazai leaned his head against the door, hoping to hear something, anything that would indicate that his son was in there. His heart was beating fast, and as much as he wanted to murder someone for stealing his son in the first place, he wanted to bring Kazue home with him, bring him back to you safe and sound more than anything else.

"Momma... Daddy..." He heard the soft whimpers of his son coming from the inside of the warehouse. It sounded like he was crying and Dazai to control his urge to kick down the door right then and there. He needed to be careful so that no harm would come to his son, but the sounds of his son softly crying had him seeing red. "Pwease..." He heard his son again and his heart shattered, the sound of his son pleading with his captor had him on the verge of an anger induced emotional breakdown.

Kunikida pulled the gun from the back of his pants and silently counted down from three before they pulled the door open. All four of them had guns, refusing to let Atsushi use his ability out of fear of hurting Kazue. There was one man in the corner of the room, a gun pointed at the head of your son as he smirked up at the four men. They all stopped dead in their tracks, dropping their guns to the ground and holding their hands up in the air. "Please, don't hurt him..." Dazai choked out, his eyes locking with his son in the corner.

"Took you all long enough to show up, thought you guys were detectives. He was becoming a pain in my ass, constantly crying, asking for his mommy and daddy and his Fuwa." The man chuckled as he cocked the gun back and pointed it back at your son. "Do you know why I'm doing this? Do you know?!" The guy shouted and Kazue cried out, his arms outstretched for Dazai.

He felt like he was going to collapse, the room was spinning, he had to compose himself though, he had to stay focused. He looked to Kunikida and Atsushi, hoping the plan would work out how they had said.

Kunikida quickly bent down and grabbed his gun off the floor, firing one shot at the arm of the man, making him drop the gun. Kazue let out a shrill scream and Dazai took this moment to run over and scoop him up off the floor, holding him close against his chest. The other three ran over to the man, Atsushi and Kunikida pinned him down on the ground as Ranpo cuffed his arms behind his back.

After the police took the man away they all made their way back to the Agency building, Dazai was in the back of the car holding Kazue on his lap, rocking him back and forth as his son fell asleep in his arms. The man had been one of the criminals they had captured before Kazue was even born. He had held an entire bank and its customers hostage, but had never actually killed someone, so he was let out on good behavior recently. He had been stalking Dazai, and he found out about you and Kazue and decided that he would have his revenge for the Agency ruining his life. None of them ever found out if the man would have actually hurt Kazue, and honestly, they didn't want to know, they were all just happy that he was unharmed.

When they walked through the door and you saw Kazue being cradled in Dazais arms you fell to your knees and cried. Tanizaki and Yosano had to help you stand up, and as soon as you found your footing you ran over to Dazai. "Hi Momma!"

Dazai now sternly enforced the stroller rule, he didn't want to go through anything like that ever again.

Chuuya Nakahara

Asa was his princess and you were his queen. But his daughter, oof, if anyone even looked at his daughter wrong for crying he would kill someone. Do not test Chuuya when it comes to his child. He would kiss the ground that she crawls on, he loves her so much.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think his office was a shrine dedicated to her and you. There were framed pictures of you and her, and sometimes the three of you hung on his wall, propped up on his desk and coffee table, pretty much any surface that could have pictures, they were covered.

She had just celebrated her first birthday, she was learning how to walk which Chuuya would not shut up about. If there was ever a moment to talk about his daughter he would. The Mafia members had all learned to just deal with it, knowing that if they looked agitated about the constant talk of his daughter they would either be demoted or have their asses kicked.

"Does she really have to start sleeping in her own room? She's got a crib in our room, I don't see the problem." Chuuya whispered to you from the couch as you made your way into the room opposite of yours and his. She had an entire nursery that was practically unused due to protective parenting. He really didn't see a reason in having her in a completely different room when it was so much easier to have her in yours and his room. If she woke up, he could get her immediately and get her back to sleep in the bed between the two of you.

When you came out of the bedroom you sat with him on the couch, his arm habitually wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer. He turned down the television so he could hear the monitor clearly. "If she gets too used to sleeping with us in our room, she'll never want to sleep in her own room. She's not that much further. You're spoiling her, honey." He groaned and you stifled your laughter, propping yourself up to press a quick peck to his cheek. "We should try to get some rest while she's sleeping. Come on."

The two of you laid in your bed, he held you close against his chest while you traced hearts against his bare chest with your finger. "I don't know why she has to sleep in her own room now though. She's only a year old. She's still my baby. I feel better having her close." He sighed, adjusting his free hand behind his head as he turned to look over at the video monitor, the corner of his lips twitching up slightly as he watched his daughter sleep peacefully in her crib.

"You're scared of her growing up. She's turned you into a big softy. You know, she's gonna keep growing."

"Don't say that. She's only one." He pulled his arm out from underneath you and ran his hands over his face. He hated thinking of her getting bigger, growing older. The thought of her not being the adorable, babbling baby that waddled over to the door whenever he walked in with open arms was enough to make him almost cry. ALMOST.

"You know... we can have more..." You said almost too seductively as you peppered kisses across his shoulders. It was supposed to be a joke, but he didn't take it as such. He wouldn't mind one or two more little princesses or princes teetering around the house.

The two of you thoroughly tired each other out, the night seemed to be going perfectly. Asa hadn't woken up yet, and this was the first time the two of you had been able to be intimate in that way since she had reached the eight month mark. You fully blamed Chuuya for that though, he had spoiled her so much, but he didn't seem to mind it at the time. Now he seemed to be convinced that having her in a separate room wasn't such a bad thing.

Everything was silent, the only sound was the crickets chirping outside and the occasional sound of a car passing by in the distance. That would shortly come to an end though, the sound of glass breaking and Asa's blood curdling scream coming from both the monitor and the room across the hall had jolted you and Chuuya from your peaceful slumber. You grabbed the monitor off the nightstand and Chuuya ordered you to stay in bed as he ran out of the room and into Asa's room. You knew though, it was too late as you saw the cloaked man who was holding your daughter jump out of the window just as the door flew open and Chuuya came into view on the screen.

"NO! Son of a BITCH!" His screeching voice was just as loud as your daughters cries had been and you dropped the monitor into your lap on the bed as the realization hit you. This wouldn't have happened if you had just listened to Chuuya, if you had let her sleep in your bedroom as she always had. He ran back into the room, flicking the lights on as he went over to the closet and quickly got dressed.

"This... this is my fault... if I would have listened..." You said, not able to face your him at all. He turned to face you, sighing as he tried to calm his nerves. He was already fully dressed, ready to hunt down and murder the asshole who had the nerve to take HIS daughter. He made his way around the bed to the side you were on, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you softly.

"Don't you even dare blame yourself. I'm gonna get her back. I need you to stay here though, I can't have you getting hurt." You knew what he meant. The way that he felt right now, this would probably turn into an all out war, and if you were in the wrong place at the wrong time you could end up injured. You nodded slowly, kissing him one last time before he ran out of the room and out the front door.

He barely gave the car time to start up before slamming his foot down on the gas pedal, peeling out of the parking spot and speeding down the street. His vision was blurry as the tears started to stream out of his eyes, he was only able to keep his composure long enough to hopefully make you feel better. Now that he was alone he had hurdled the thin line between lashing out and having a complete mental and emotional breakdown.

The only thing keeping him from getting into a severe car accident was knowing that he had to stay alive to save Asa. Although he couldn't see where he was going through his clouded vision, he had dedicated the route to muscle memory, and he could luckily see faint streaks of red and green lights indicating braking cars and traffic lights.

When he got to the headquarters he got some questionable stares from the guards, it was three o'clock in the morning, considerably late, or maybe early, to be coming into work. When they attempted to speak to him he couldn't even mumble out a "fuck off" through his sobs. He raced up the stairs, not having the patience to deal with waiting for the elevator to get him up to the floor he needed to be on.

He stormed into Mori's office, and, not unlike his boss, he found him sitting at his desk, his hands folded under his chin as he stared down at the papers in front of him. "They said you'd be on your way up. What's wrong Chuuya?" Mori asked, motioning to the armchair in front of his desk. Chuuya didn't want to sit though, so he strode over to the desk, slamming the note that had been left in Asa's room down in front of Mori. "What is this?" Mori asked, grabbing the note between his gloved fingers and unfolding it.

"He got my Asa. I'm gonna fucking kill him!" Chuuya screamed, remembering the words that had been carefully scripted out on the thick note paper.

"For the beautiful woman who was murdered by one of your own. I shall avenge her. An eye for an eye. -H"

He knew exactly who "H" was, and he knew exactly who the beautiful woman was that he was speaking of. What he didn't understand was why he would target his family, his daughter to get back at the Mafia for what had happened. Chuuya hadn't even taken part in the situation that had sparked this outcome, so it made absolutely no sense to him.

"Chuuya, you need to stay calm. Asa is loved dearly by everyone here, I will get together everyone needed to find her." Chuuya found his bosses strange sense of composure to be infuriatingly irritating.

"How could I possibly stay calm!?" Chuuya shouted, he wanted to lash out, he wanted to go off on someone, anyone.

"I would feel the same way if it was my darling Elise who had been taken." Mori said, but that was a mistake. Chuuya sighed, exasperated. He was pacing the floor, but when Mori had the audacity to utter those words, he punched the wall that he was closest to, leaving a large hole.

"She's your god damn ability! You wouldn't understand half of what I was feeling because this is my actual fucking DAUGHTER! So don't tell me I need to stay calm!" Chuuya screamed, the tears seemed to flow endlessly, staining his cheeks as they ran down to his chin, hanging on for only a second before splashing down onto the hard wood floors. Mori didn't argue back, he knew that Chuuya was emotionally unstable right now, so he just nodded in agreement.

"So what is it that you need me to do?" He asked, the phone already in his hand as his fingers hovered over the dial.

"Get everyone here..." Chuuya muttered before finally crashing down in the armchair. His sobs had eventually become choked off, and he was left shaking in the chair, his arms wrapped tightly around his chest as he tried to hold himself together.

Everyone had filed into the office, some of them looked agitated, others looked tired and pissed off that they had been woken up, but when they saw Chuuya's current state they knew that something was wrong. His usual smug, cocky smirk seemed to have been erased, the only emotion that was left to be read on his face was pain.

Chuuya didn't need to say much, no one needed a thorough explanation to jump into action. Asa was the one beacon of light that graced the walls of the Mafia headquarters whenever Chuuya brought her in. She had even managed to make Akutagawa crack a small smile when she had burped in Chuuya's face and then spit up on his freshly laundered coat.

Around five o'clock in the morning he got a call from you. He answered it quickly, and it broke his heart to hear how distraught you were. "H-Hi honey... It's almost time for her bottle. She'll need to eat soon, and she'll need to be changed, and and and... god, please tell me you've found her..." You were a mess, and he could only imagine how much harder it was for you to be there in your home, surrounded by all of her things but not her.

"Not yet... but I swear, I'm gonna bring her home to you, okay? Trust me." He needed you to trust him, because right now all hope seemed lost. There was no possible leads as to where the jackass could be keeping her, nobody knew where to find the guy.

"It's... It's so quiet... please bring her home." You whispered out between broken sobs, he heard you try to swallow back the lump that had been building in your throat. He could only nod, giving you a small hum as an answer.

After you had hung up, whispering out a solemn "I love you." Before ending the call he was right back at it. He was dead set on catching this guy today. Not only had he stolen away his daughter, but he had destroyed his wife, his love... This man had crossed a line and he was going to pay for it.

"Oi, Chuuya. Look, at the bottom of the note." Tachihara said, he had the note close up to his face, his eyes squinting as he focused on the tiny scrawling at the bottom of the page. Chuuya ran over and snatched the paper out of his hands, walking over to the large window to try to shine some light onto the paper and see the writing clearer.

"For fucks sake, they're coordinates! They were here the entire time!" Chuuya was seething now, this must have been a sick game to that man. Chuuya grabbed his coat off the back of the chair and headed for the door, but he was stopped by Mori who placed a hand on his chest.

"This might be a trap, how do you know it's not?" Mori said and there was a soft murmur of agreement from the group of people that were standing around.

"Does it matter!? She could be there and that's all that matters!" Chuuya screamed, the tears that threatened to spill were stinging his eyes. The fact that they thought he cared about his own safety as this moment was almost laughable, he would have laughed if his throat didn't feel like it was closing in on itself. "If you're so fucking worried than I'll take Akutagawa..." This is all his fault anyway, isn't it? Akutagawa was the one who had murdered the woman who he was avenging, so he might as well come along.

Chuuya pulled the coordinates up on his phone and it pinpointed a building that seemed on the map to be rundown and abandoned. A princess like Asa didn't belong in a place like that, it made him sick to even imagine his beautiful, precious daughter in such a desolate area. He growled as the directions read that it would take an hour and a half, maybe two hours to get there.

He would make it in half the time though. He could give a shit less about traffic rules, and if the cops even dared to try to stop him on his mission, the wrath of Hell and Chuuya would be brought down upon them. He sped down the streets, winding through traffic like it was nothing. He didn't speak a word to Akutagawa, and Akutagawa knew not to talk to him right now either. Chuuyas mind was a frenzy, a whirlwind of emotions. A mixture of anger, depression, rage, and heartache, and all of those emotions were just simmering.

The devil himself wouldn't be able to stomach what Chuuya planned on doing to the man who took his daughter from him.

He made it there in record time, the drive only took fifty five minutes, an hour tops to get there. The entire drive, Chuuya's eyes would glance in the windshield mirror, looking back at the empty car seat, hoping that it would soon be filled with his perfect little bundle of joy to be brought home.

Chuuya kicked the door in and his eyes immediately zeroed in on the trail of blood droplets on the floor. His heart sank while his stomach rose, he tried to control his dry heaving as horrid images and scenes filled his mind. "Remember his ability, it uses blood." Akutagawa said sternly, trying to keep Chuuya from losing it completely already.

They followed the trail up a case of stairs that seemed like a safety hazard, and Chuuya hated to think that his daughter was in this place at all. It wasn't safe enough for her to be in, she could get hurt at any point. This place needed to be demolished as soon as he got her out of here. He would do it himself if the city didn't want to.

The blood stopped in front of a door, and as soon as Chuuya heard the soft whimpering of his daughter behind the door he kicked it in. She was sitting in a small dingy playpen in the corner of the room, and Akutagawa had to hold Chuuya back to keep him from running straight for her.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? SHE'S RIGHT THERE!" Chuuya shouted, alerting his daughter to his presence. She pulled herself up on the rails of the playpen, stomping her feet to show him that she was becoming impatient.

"This might be the trap. We need to be careful." Akutagawa hissed, and Chuuya knew he was right. He sighed and peaked into the room, scanning it entirely to make sure it was empty before stepping in. Akutagawa followed close behind, Rashomon creating a shield around himself and Chuuya as they made their way over to Asa.

As soon as Chuuya got close enough he pulled her out of the playpen, holding her tight against his chest. He breathed her in, finding instant comfort in the smell of the all too familiar baby lotion and lavender shampoo that you used for her nightly baths. "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting, princess. My beautiful baby girl, daddy loves you so much." He cooed to her, but just as things seemed to be going flawlessly, a loud scream escaped her tiny rose petal lips.

A hail of what seemed like bullets were fired across the room, and one of them managed to hit her leg. Chuuya held onto his composure long enough to check her leg, it had just skimmed by, but it was enough to make her bleed and to make her cry. He was trembling, all of his emotions had formed into one cluster fuck of pure, unfiltered rage. He passed Asa over to Akutagawa and ordered him to leave the room through his teeth. Akutagawa didn't bother to argue, instead wrapping Rashomon around himself and Asa completely and running out of the room and down the stairs.

Chuuyas teeth were barred as the man stepped out from the darkest shadow of the room. He didn't have time to speak before Chuuya charged at him, tackling him to the ground and pummeling him with his bare hands, the force of his ability behind each and every punch would leave the man unrecognizable. He was going to kill him, he wanted to kill him, but the vibration of his phone in his pocket made him stop. He pulled his phone out and when he saw it was you it brought him back to reality, the reality that his daughter was waiting for him, and you were still at home waiting for him to bring her home.

He answered it, holding his phone between his ear and shoulder as he wiped the blood of the man off his hands. "Did you find her? Tell me you found her!" Your voice was hoarse, he knew that you hadn't stopped crying. He couldn't keep you waiting any longer, you deserved to hold Asa in your arms as well.

"We'll be home in an hour or two." He said, and it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders when he heard your sigh of relief at his words.

Two Months Later

Chuuya was propped up on the floor, his head resting in his open palm as he bounced Asa's plush horse across the floor, making the horse noises as he did so. The sound of Asa's laughter was music to his ears, and her wide smile was just as beautiful as she flaunted her newly sprouted bottom two teeth. She crawled across the floor towards Chuuya who quickly lifted her up in the air. "Airplane Asa coming in for the landing!" He said playfully as he lowered her down to her his face and pressed a quick kiss to her nose.

His head shot up as he heard the bedroom door open. You had your hands behind your back, and the wide smile that spread across your face when you saw him made his heart flutter. He sat up, his back against the couch now, Asa on his lap attempting to imitate her fathers horse sounds as she bounced the plush horse across her lap. "What's up, baby?" Chuuya asked, wondering what could possibly be behind your back.

You moved your hands to the front, holding the white stick between two fingers and smiling down at him. "Congratulations, daddy."

a/n : I hope you enjoyed my first request after my ridiculously long hiatus. Again, I apologize for being gone so long, but I can't wait to start working on all the requests that are in my inbox. I love you all!

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luvfy0dor · 7 months

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Henlo

You already know who this is….

And I did love your most recent piece

There was a lot to cover in the request but I think you did it nicely

A lot of pieces I see with parent Dazai have him being really excited. And while I think that’s cute and if he’s more mentally healthy it could be possible, the current Dazai doesn’t seem like the type to me personally. He has a LOT to reconcile with if his partner is keeping the child. But he does have potential. And caring isn’t necessarily the problem, which I think you captured well

But he definitely has insecurities about not being adequate or emotionally present enough as a parent, so I think the babysitting comment would hit him hard for several reasons. One, it’s insulting. And two, plays into his insecurities

-U already know it, the blog’s one and only, Dad Fyodor anon

P.S. I think I’m enjoying dramatic entrances too much lol. And of course, you can expect more in the future

Bro i love your dramatic entrances they make it easy for me to tell it's you. I agree with literally everything you said in your initial ask, you hit every nail directly on the head to me and I tried doing it justice!

There is definitely that like,,, emotional turmoil for lack of better word when it comes to raising a kid.

I'll be waiting for your next dramatic entrance lol, they always make my day

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #ask #ask reply #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs dazai #dazai bungou stray dogs

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orphic-osamu · 4 years

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How about pm! dazai and a reader who's mori's daughter? doesn't matter if it's scenario or hcs/nsfw or sfw. feel free to go wild, sushi

— DAZAI OSAMU —

pm!dazai

one day little reader decides to join her dad on a work day

and ooh la la who’s that fine piece of man right there

our darling reader will not know who the fuck and how powerful he is

lmao dazai being confused as fuck as to why someone was suddenly hitting on him

dazai: “whomst and why the fuck—“

then he learns you’re mori’s daughter

and he thinks that’s why you’re so fearless

but no, turns out you’re just clueless

so dazai takes it into his own hands to tell you that he really isn’t the nicest murderer out there

“so? geez, dazai-san. my dad’s a mafia boss.”

somehow he finds that hot??

it starts out w him seeing you as someone worth thirsting over and fucking ykno

but as he gets to kno you, he sees your personality and character and just

whew

reader-san is the best thing to exist in this world

asking you out was a little bit of a hard choice

bc its mori’s daughter guys, cmon

but while he’s just thinking you just ykno

“oi dazai, go on a date w me.”

dazai is suddenly attracted to you 48284838 times more

i feel like pm! dazai wouldn’t be big on PDA

it’ll just be there

just the aura around the both of you that you’re both taken by each other

however,,

he loves being vv clingy in chuuya’s face

he’ll whine and put on a baby voice

tug at your sleeves and hug you

all of that just to piss off chuuya

going on dates are hard bc he’s always sent out for “errands”

but if you really want to, you’ll have to ask mori

use that chance card sparingly though

anniversaries, birthdays etc. he’ll most likely have the day off

if not, he’ll finish killing his job quickly to celebrate w you

pm!dazai looks like he’d be rough w kissing and such

butt

there are times when he just wants to hold you and kiss you w feelings

that’s his way of saying ‘i love you’

i think dazai would be afraid of just saying it out loud bc he believes you’ll disappear if he does

lmao me

when you’re not looking, he’ll be gazing at you w eyes that say “you’re too good to be true”

probably would use you as a shield from chuuya

‘til you flip it around on him and scold him for teasing the ginger

eventually you’ll reach the stage in your relationship where he trusts you enough to change his bandages for him

kiss his scars/wounds pls he’ll love you even more

you’re running to the store every two days for more bandages 🥴

dazai would not want you to join the mafia

bc he holds hope that someday you two can escape from that environment and start as new people

oof?

his suicidal tendencies will tone down a bit and even if he does attempt

they never work. why?

bc deep down he doesn’t want to die w you in his life

BONUS: Chuuya’s promise

“Chuuya.”

It was after a dangerous mission, causing mutiple injuries and a possible death if they hadn’t been so careful. Dazai’s tone was almost devoid of any emotion, startling the redhead. His partner was hardly serious, and when he was, it usually meant something bad. The rose colored wine swirled as he fumbled with the glass.

“Can you promise me something?”

The gravity user scowled, “I’m not doing your dirty work.”

“If anything happens to me, keep her safe.”

“Oi, Dazai, stop being so—”

“Please.”

Dazai’s bandages came loose as he gripped the other tightly. Looking into his eyes, Chuuya saw the fear and desperation.

And swirling in the pools of his chocolate brown orbs, was his overwhelming love for you.

idk the bonus was shit im sorry 😭😭 i finally did it sensei!! 💃💃💃 i feel like its all over the place 😖 m sorry

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sortaotaku · 3 years

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Happy New Years! 🎉

Ikevam New Year’s Set Stories

2021 Super Awesome Set

I wanted to share because I understand the paywall is probably too much for a lot of people. It’s a pretty informal overview of the stories though~

Boys Talk - Team Abnormal

Shakespeare, Le Comte, Jean

Setting: Thermae

Le Comte asks why Shakespeare is looking gloomier than normal. Shakespeare says he feels a bit weird about a sarcastic comment Arthur made about the three of them (Shakespeare, Le Comte, Jean) being abnormal.

Le Comte: I guess he means we’re deviants. Idk where he got that from.

He comments that Shakespeare likes to tease people and wonders what to do with him.

Jean: You two are most definitely deviants

Them: Wha?

Le Comte calls his comment unnecessarily cruel. Shakespeare defends himself and says unlike Le Comte he’s a gentleman

Le Comte is like LOL I feel like you added an insult in there

Jean: It’s best you hear the truth bc you’re in denial. You’ve been buying <your name here/MC> dresses a lot. Are you sure it’s not just bc you like dressing her up?

Le Comte: What else am I supposed to do? She looks ravishing in everything. I’m not doing anything except sitting and watching in the dressing room.

Shakespeare: A grown man enjoying dressing up a girl like a doll sounds pretty deviant to me

Jean: Yep. He’s the most deviant one.

Le Comte: Judging from the content of your plays I think you’re worse than me.

Shakespeare: My writing isn’t necessarily representative of my desires

Jean comments about how Shakespeare has been inviting MC over to his villa a lot.

Le Comte comments that he quite likes Jeans fixation on MC and Jean tells him to shuddup.

Shakespeare also says he isn’t doing anything weird. He says he blindfolded and cuffed her for research purposes.

Jean: Hold on, I’ll come back with my sword.

Le Comte: Don’t run around the mansion naked and angry. Return to the water now.

Shakespeare states that Jean is upset by trivial matters. Basically “tough luck, that’s life”

Le Comte: Yeah, be more open-minded

Jean: I must destroy the world then

Shakespeare asks if he had any weird encounters and Le Comte says he’s basically been a recluse

Jean admits to giving MC a boost on his shoulders, but... He was shocked because her thighs were pressed against his cheeks and they were soft.

Shakespeare: How are you insult us when you had her pressing her thighs against your face? You’re the worst deviant one.

Le Comte is basically like LOL and Jean is kinda baffled.

End

Boys Talk - Battle Against Desires

Theo, Napoleon, Mozart

Setting: Thermae

Mozart calls the two of them sighing in sync annoying

They do it again and state they’re tired

Mozart comments that this is rare considering how adept they are at dealing with the more eccentric residents

They’re both like “That’s it!”

Napoleon is like that’s what everyone says. Everyone thinks I’m sensible

Theo: Yeah, I thought common sense is something everyone should have. We just look overly sensible because everyone lacks it.

Napoleon is like how about we just toss that (sense) out, I’m sick of it.

Theo: Yeah, I’m going to do whatever I want

Mozart: Hold on, if you do that you’ll lose sight of yourselves.

Mozart (Internally): They say it’s the most dangerous when people go off the rails. These two keep order. I must stop them.

Mozart adds that everyone didn’t start out selfish. He asks if they’re sure if something else isn’t making them this way.

Napoleon says its a problem that MC sees them as so sensible.

Mozart is like: 🤨 Why?

Napoleon says that everything is wrong. She lies around in the common area asleep and apparently sleep undresses. (Half way, that is)

Mozart: Yea sounds about right... Wait what? Don’t tell me you...

Napoleon: Obviously I buttoned her up and tucker her in so she wouldn’t catch a cold.

Mozart: Are you her mom?

Theo: I get that! I would do that too.

Napoleon: Theo~ 🥰

Mozart: Can you guys not hug in the bath? Anyways what about Theo?

Theo: I went in for a bath and MC was in there stark naked bc she mixed up the time.

Mozart: Yea, she’s ditzy sometimes. Don’t tell me you...

Theo: Obviously I simultaneously tossed her my own towel and quickly turned around.

Mozart: Are you her dad?

Napoleon: I get that! I would do that too.

Napoleon~ ❤️❤️❤️

Mozart: Stahp hugging in the bath... So you’re saying you don’t feel free to express your desires bc you’re seen as too sensible?

Them: Yea

Mozart: That’s easy to fix. Just act on your desires. It’s important to be true to your feelings. I just do what I want.

Napoleon: Easier said than done. Women find it even more frightening when a “safe” man comes onto them more than normal men. They feel violation AND disappointment because of the breaking of expectations.

Theo: And you’ll lose trust that you cannot recover.

Mozart: That sounds oddly convincing from you two.

They sigh heavily again. Mozart smiles a bit and comments that he must warn MC to be careful from now on and encourages them to cheer up.

End

Boys Talk - Imagination Station

Dazai, Arthur, Isaac

Setting: Thermae

Dazai talks about how great a bath after a good drink is. Arthur agrees and asks Isaac what he thinks. (Note: Don’t go into a huge hot bath while drunk)

Isaac: STAHP TOUCHING ME YOU TWO! Why did you guys insist we bathe together?

Dazai: It’s a good way to get to know each other.

Arthur: Yep, we know each other well but there are no limits on luvbbb ❤️

Isaac: If this is your love I have some doubts...

Arthur + Dazai: Lalalala~~~ 🎶

Arthur: Isn’t it funny how alcohol loosens inhibitions? I’d love to get naughty with MC

Isaac: Don’t you dare touch her!

Dazai: I find it questionable too.

Isaac: Dazai?

Dazai: Women get uncomfortable with sudden moves. You haveta do “that”

Isaac: huh?

Them: I-mAg-I-nA-tIoN!

Isaac: 🤨huh???

Arthur: Lemme explain. We’re writers. We think up scenarios for a living.

Isaac: ?

Arthur: GOSH. We can do anything we want. In our minds. In vivid detail.

Dazai: Ai-kun is confused still, we must invite him into our minds

Arthur: Good idea! Naughty story time!

Isaac: Hold on—

Arthur and Dazai cook up an Isaac x MC smut headcanon in which Dazai still calls her “Toshiko”

Isaac didn’t even notice at first and commented that it makes sense Mc was drowsy because she’s a hard worker. He gets embarrassed when he figures out and the other two are like LOLLL 😂😂😂, we love your reactions!

Isaac: You’re saying you spend your days thinking about lewd stories of MC?

Them: No.

Arthur: We could imagine but the real thing is a whole different thing.

Dazai: The real thing trumps fantasy.

Isaac: So you were trolling me?

Them: Yes.

Isaac: You’re the worst!

Them: Rofl

End

Boys Talk - A Steamy Nighttime

Leonardo, Vincent, Sebastian

Setting: Thermae

Leonardo: A bath sure is nice!

The other two: ...

Leonardo: Why so quiet?

Vincent: I don’t think MC registers me and Sebastian as men. (Correct. You are indeed an angel and not a mortal man)

Leonardo: Why?

Vincent recalls how he was sunbathing with MC and she commented how he was comforting like a little brother

Leonardo: Pride must’ve been hurt by that. Sebas?

Sebastian: Similar. She said I was like her dad.

Leonardo: Dad-zoned, huh (*This isn’t my own abridging of the story, he actually said that) It’s not as bad as you think. Its proof MC is comfortable, that’s important.

Vincent and Sebastian says that : They want to be seen and treated as reliable men

Leonardo (internally): I’m pretty sure she sees them as men though. If I’m too serious about this, they’ll try too hard. The best thing is to make them laugh

Leonardo: You must get comfortable around women. If you get too self conscious things get weird right?

Sebastian: I see. How?

Leonardo: Prof Leonardo shall teach you. This is classified so don’t share

Them: We Promise.

Leonardo: Did you know a women’s breast is as soft as the inside of their arms. Start there with the inner arm

Vincent: Brilliant. What do we say after

Sebastian: Practice on me master Vincent

Vincent: Your arm is hard

Sebastian: I’m actually swole. (He says quite muscular)

Leonardo: You weren’t supposed to take this seriously

Vincent: Will you give more tips? I wanna get closer to MC

Sebastian: Please teach us professor Leonardo

Leonardo (internally): I didn’t expect this... They’re so pure. I can’t let them down.

Leonardo: When someone licks their lips it means they want you to kiss them, so watch out.

Vincent: You’re a genius! Arthur does that all the time! But I won’t do that since it will startle MC if I suddenly kiss her.

Sebastian: Start with the forehead/cheek

Vincent: Anything else?

Leonardo: Playing with hair = Wants affection

Sebastian: Isaac does that a lot, but he DOES crave affection. I gotta watch out for that.

Leonardo: Listen. I didn’t expect this...

Them: Teach us more!

Leonardo: 😓

End

A/N

Sorry it’s late. Distracted my Animal Crossing. You can find 2020’s set in my previous post or under the “2020 New Years Set” tag.

#cybird #ikemen vampire #ikevam #2021 new years set

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hanazou · 3 years

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ok so i’m not super super familiar with everything about oda but we gotta rip a bandaid off here ☹️.. my au is that one of his children survive SOMEHOW (maybe the child is YN just for it to make sense) idk how i haven’t really really thought about it but dazai keeps in touch with them. during all the years they have trained themselves to fight and they want revenge for what happened to their dad and siblings. lots of fights with dazai like “why aren’t you angry? why won’t you do something?? i thought he was your friend.” i personally always assume (u kno i love him but...) that their hate would be directed at mori (bc i’m still unsure if he kinda caused it?? lol i have my moments.. ☹️☹️) something along those lines ?? 😳

also i don’t mind is anyone takes this idea if anyone’s inspired by it 🤩🤩

thoughts? mz. oda expert 😳

Odasaku's Child Revenge!AU

being called "mz. oda" got me like:

okay so I'll assume you're talking about an AU in which Oda and most of his kids somehow die,, yeah let's assume that.

Okay so here's my interpretation and imagination 💞

I think the key and the backbone of the AU will be Child's relationship with Dazai that develops from blame, anger, and hatred, to reluctant acceptance through unavoidable bonding, and eventually having Dazai as the "uncle". The first stage is rooted from Child's inability to accept (aka in denial stage) and since the burden of survivor guilt is too heavy, they had to pass the blame to someone else. Since the nasty Gide is too dead to be blamed, Dazai will be the target of Child's unresolved trauma. It makes sense considering Dazai's intelligence and connection with the higher ups of the mafia yet he fails to save his only friend, Oda.

Dazai is the perfect emotional punching bag.

I'm certain the journey will be rocky for both Child and Dazai because we all know Dazai isn't the most emotionally available nor competent to sort things about without resorting to escapism, so he'll voluntarily take the blame or even offer himself, which is NOT good for both parties;; Child's trauma will never solved and Dazai spirals deeper into madness and depression. Even if Child knew about Dazai’s struggles, they won't have the room to accept both Dazai and their own burdens at once--its too overwhelming for them. And honestly, who can blame them?

Ultimately, Ango has to step in somehow. He's a key character in the AU where Oda dies and despite not justifying his actions, he'll tell Child how Mori is the mastermind of this. Whether or not Child pursues a revengeful journey depends on how they are as a character, but Mori's nasty, evil, and irritating f*ckery will be known.

Only when things are compartmentalised in Child's head and heart would they be able to properly mourn and grieve for Oda and their siblings, and this is the part where Dazai can actually lend a hand since he's an adult.

I think this AU has potential for a deep and intricate Dazai x Reader. it doesn't have to be romantic but their emotional well being depends on each other. Child helps Dazai become more in touch with his emotions and Dazai helps Child sort things out in their life.

#I COULD MAKE A WHOLE NOVEL OF THIS OMG #I GOT CARRIED AWAY AAAHH #LIVER WE SHOULD PUT A COPYRIGHT ON THIS‼️#[🎀] — beloved. poeshoe.#Dead!AU

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ethereal-blossom · 3 years

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chuuya & akutagawa

part two of this request: dazai & kunikida on a mission while their toddler gets a high fever.

chuuya word count: 723

akutagawa word count: 728

the sound of bullets were overwhelming, so overwhelming that chuuya didn’t hear his phone ringing. the port mafia executive was surrounded with a red glow and had an arrogant smirk on his face. this upcoming organisation would be dust in a few hours. yes, they were a threat big enough for the port mafia to execute them, but they could never keep up with port mafia executive nakahara chuuya and his ability: the tainted sorrow.

“good job, men” chuuya told his subordinates afterwards. he reached with one hand in his pocket. the port mafia executive did expect a few missed phone calls, yet he didn’t expect one third to be you. why did it feel like you had been desperate to reach him? suddenly, chuuya’s blood seemed to freeze and turn into ice. the numbness spread to his fingers,yet his thumb could still press on the call back button. the phone rang over once, twice, third- meanwhile your husband couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario.

chuuya’s list of enemies only extended in his mind when he tried to call you back for the fourth time. the thought of his wife and daughter being in danger made the ice in his veins defrost and turn into boiling blood. if anyone had dared to cause his family any harm-

an explosion was caused by chuuya’s ability.

it was useless. you didn’t pick up the phone. your husband then realized you had left a few voice mails. he listened to the last one: “chuuya, damn it, i know you’re busy, but please, pick up the phone. her fever is decreasing though, but she’s asking for you.”

fever? chuuya didn’t waste any second and listened to your previous voice mails. they all explained that his daughter had a high fever.

the port mafia member had been planning to treat his subordinates with some wine after the victory. after that he would have gone to the boss and celebrated it with him.

however, plans changed. chuuya’s priority right now was his family: the beautiful woman he married and the lovely daughter they had.

chuuya felt his phone ring when he was on his way to home. he immediately picked up the phone without sparing the screen a glance. the port mafia member immediately recognized your voice. he couldn’t wait till you finished your sentence and asked: “y/n! how is she?”

you noticed the panic in your husbands voice. “chuuya, everything is okay. i called because the fever is decreasing. i’m taking care of her. where are you?”

“i’m home in five minutes. damn it! i should have checked my phone. i’m such a dumb ass.”

“funny that you think i’m married with a dumb ass. it’s not your fault, chuuya. you were working. i don’t want you to get distracted when you do that. i was just- panicking a little.”

your words didn’t make chuuya forgive himself. he stayed silent for a while, cursing at himself, and then announced he was walking to the front door. the first thing your husband did was looking for his daughter when he reached inside.

he found her in her bedroom. the eyes of his daughter were closed, but that didn’t stop chuuya from hugging his little girl. chuuya felt her forehead with his hand and stated she indeed was warmer than usual. “i’m sorry i wasn’t there, princess.”

“daddy?” her eyes flickered a little. she called his name again, only this time it was a statement.

“i’m here, my little princess. i’m here.” chuuya sat next to his daughter and put her upper body on his one. the toddler snuggled into her fathers chest and fell asleep again.

you observed the scenario that was happening in front of your eyes. although chuuya still seemed tense, the anxiety was slowly leaving his body. nevertheless the anxiety was still playing tricks with his mind. and so you walked towards him, sat beside him and stroked his hair. “such an amazing father.”

“oi, i’m not. an amazing dad would have picked up the damn phone.”

“and yet you immediately rushed home when you got the news, leaving your job waiting.” chuuya didn’t know how to respond to that. so, he turned to his daughter and took in her features- features of you and him.

two girls he cherished the most.

akutagawa went rogue during the mission, what wasn’t a surprise. the man trusted his own strength and believed that he was strong enough to accomplish this mission on his own. he didn’t need anybody. no, he only needed to prove himself. it was for this reason that akutagawa ignored the phone vibrating in his jacket. the port mafia member had no time to be scolded at for going solo.

it took akutagawa an hour to succeed and afterwards he coughed in his hand. the mission had asked more energy of him than he had expected to. akutagawa grabbed his phone out of his pocket to report to his boss, but his eyes widened when he saw that all those missed phone calls were from you. akutagawa didn’t try to show it, tried to build a wall around his feelings, yet his hand slightly started to shake. he had expected that it were other members who tried to scold him for following his own plan instead of his wife. akutagawa wanted to be prepared before he called you, so he checked the voicemails you had left behind.

his boy got high fever.

akutagawa was used to health problems, after all, he had his lungs. how big could this be? however, the stress in your voice was obvious. the port mafia member was ready to go back to work, but froze midway in his step. no, this panic of yours wasn’t how you usually reacted, not to forget his boy was only a toddler, much weaker than him.

akutagawa got a determined frown on his face and turned around, heading towards his family instead.

the port mafia member had contacted his boss along the way. he explained that the mission was fulfilled and that his family called for him. mori didn’t try to stop the man. he was all too familiar with the headstrong akutagawa.

meanwhile the anxiety clammed around akutagawa’s heart, yet he tried to keep that anxiety hidden behind a calm face. nevertheless the trained eye could see how his eyes were wider than usual and how his body was more tense.

you knew your husband was coming home and so you weren’t surprised when he stood in front of you in all of his calmness. you put your arms around akutagawa’s body. he didn’t return the hug. instead he lowered his head and let it rest on your shoulders. it were small gestures like this that made akutagawa feel comfortable into showing affection.

“where is he?” akutagawa asked. you lead him towards the bedroom. your son lied peacefully asleep in his parents bed.

“i gave him paracetamol, made sure he drank something and i’ve been checking in on him. he should be fine. i’m sorry if i made you worry.”

“it’s fine. i should be the one apologizing. i’m sorry for not picking up the phone sooner. i should have done that instead of focusing on the mission.”

you walked towards your husband and rested your head on his shoulder. “hmm, let me guess: you followed your own guts again. how could i be mad about that? that’s just one of the many reasons why i fell in love with you, silly.”

blushes appeared on your husbands cheeks and you smiled. your hand followed the port mafia members spine, making him feel recognized. “i’m going to grab the thermometer, so we can check his temperature again for when he wakes up.” you said, figuring out akutagawa wanted some alone time with his son to fully show the concern your husband must have felt.

and you were right. akutagawa stared at his son for a few seconds after you left the room. then he walked over to the bed and sat down. his hand slowly brushed his little boys face. akutagawa’s eyes widened when his son grabbed his hand and held it tight. the dads face became soft. his features finally relaxed and he lied next to his child, doing nothing except staring intensely at him.

akutagawa maybe wasn’t the best with his emotions, but he could feel love. the love he felt for his family was something he thought he could never feel. yet it was there, present in his chest.

the day that someone would hurt his family was a day feared by anyone, for akutagawa would proof how strong he was towards his enemies.

#chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #chuuya x you #akutagawa x you #bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #akutagawa ryunosuke

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