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nagi seishiro — drabble.

his eyes open halfway at the shuffling beside him. he finds you tucking yourself in his embrace, tucking your head under his chin. you hold him closer as he mumbles, "you're here...what time is it?" he doesn't reach for his phone. putting an arm around you instead. you murmer something about not going to school.

he doesn't question you, shutting his eyes close, he doesn't mind skipping a day or two. humming as he gets more comfortable, kissing the crown of your head as he rasps, "what a dream."

"hm?"

"don't wanna wake up soon...or ever."

you're too sleepy to understand. he's probably too sleepy to make sense.

"best dream ever."

"seishiro."

"hm?"

"you're not dreaming."

"shuddap."

"it's not a dream. im real."

"don't make fun of me."

you almost gave up of paying attention to his words till he said: "you'd never let me hold you like this." his voice is a mixture of whiny and tired, growing inaudible by the end. "let me do while i can."

you think you caught up what he said. you think you're not that sleepy enough to not do this.

he opens his eyes halfway again as you pull yourself out of his hold. holding his face in your hands, you lock your eyes in his till you notice his sleep flying out of the window in seconds. and you place multiple kissys all over his face, making him stammer at the sudden action. his heart skips a few beats, feels butterflies flood his stomach and he thinks his face is red by now. but you don't notice as you already tuck yourself back onto his hold after having him flustered like that, you say:

"it's just a dream."

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❥︎ Biker Racer uu Chuuya who rides a Yamaha YZF-R1 or a Ducati Streetfighter V4 S. It's custom made! Its black with red as an accent color. There is lightning red decals on the side and the signiture red orb of his ability.

❥︎ Chuuya enjoys taking the flight route. He often goes off road to cut off his opponents.

❥︎ He decicates each win to you! Every time his bike crosses the finish line, the first thing he does is point at you. Then he flashes you his famous smirk before celebrating

❥︎ He takes you late night riding in his bike. He loves feeling you against him. Sometimes he would go fast just to feel you squeeze his torso. You have all the backpack privilege.

❥︎ He has a custom helmet made just for you. It has your name in his signature red. It matches with his!

❥︎ All the money he wins through the race, he puts it in a bank account dedicated for your use. You hold the card <33 And he tells you to spend as much as you want

For @hidden-oracle cause I caused this. But also this is not the post I was talking about tehe

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CHAPTER FOUR WAS SO GOOD UGHH literally the only fanfic I have ever loved so much and wait for updates like this. Am so excited for the next one!!!

On the topic of finally opening requests, I was wondering if I could ask for head-canons of what a relationship with Seishiro and a female reader would be like. If we want to be specific, maybe related to the fanfic? Like, how you would imagine their relationship would have been like back when they were still in high school, young and with Nagi’s past soccer career and all. Don’t feel pressured to write this, and good luck with everything!😽😽

── DATING NAGI!

Synopsis: Headcanons about having Seishiro Nagi as your boyfriend.

Event Masterlist

Pairing: Nagi x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Content Warnings: none really, just generally fluffy and silly

A/N: AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON i hope you like where i go w the story in the future!! and hehe now that we’re in the past arc of peregrine you will actually get to see all of the nitty gritty details of their relationship in the fic itself so i won’t spoil it 🤫 but i love nagi ofc so i’ve added some general headcanons on what i think he would be like as a bf

Additional: part of my 500 follower event! see the event description and rules to make a request of your own.

no matter how the two of you get together, reo is somehow involved LMAOAOAO like bro is ALWAYS at the scene of the crime in some way shape or form just because i don’t think nagi would really pick up on the fact that he has a crush on you without outside intervention

it would also definitely be a jump scare when he confesses!! you would have zero idea it’s coming because he literally hasn’t changed how he acts towards you whatsoever

canonically he doesn’t really interact with a lot of people or have a lot of friends and he’s not aggressive with romance so i just don’t think he’d really know what the appropriate method of telling someone you like them is

would probably say some shit like “reo says i have a crush on you” and would be so nonchalant about it meanwhile you’re like “???” because you did not even realize he knew your name and also why is reo being brought up

i honestly think he would not be a bad boyfriend. yes he is lazy and unmotivated but he does what he needs to do and if something is important to him he generally puts in effort for it

that’s another reason why it would take him foreverrr to ask you out — he would have to like you enough that he realizes he does in fact want to have a relationship with you even if it is a hassle

he doesn’t have social media though so don’t expect there to be an official announcement that you guys are together or anything like that HAHA

he would probably forget to tell anyone that the two of you are dating and it’s not because he’s ashamed of you or is trying to hide you or anything he literally just does not care what other people think and would prefer not to talk them if possible so it never comes up

you’ll show up to an event with him and everyone’s like “omg nagi who is this” and he’s like “this is my girlfriend” and someone (probably otoya tbh) is like “since when have you had a girlfriend” and he’s like “it’s been two years 😐”

i think he would be fire at insulting people just because of how many video games he plays…that man has seen some of the worst sides of humanity

the world is lucky he’s a pacifist and avoids conflict because he has some vile stuff stored away (i will never be over him asking barou if he practiced kneeling because he’s about to make him his servant)

this particular quality makes him the BEST person to talk shit with

he’s not a gossipy boyfriend in the sense that he doesn’t have anything juicy of his own to contribute to the conversation but i’m pretty sure he mentioned he watches dramas at one point so you know he’s locked tf in if you need to complain abt someone

he will sit there and be so invested in the tea…def would not give any useful advice but he will make fun of anyone bothering you so you still end up feeling better

i don’t think he would get jealous honestly

the thought of you cheating on him doesn’t cross his mind at all because why would he date someone he didn’t trust fully???

i would say he expects the same from you because he would but at the same time he voluntarily talks to one (1) other person besides you and that’s reo so the opportunity for you to be jealous just wouldn’t even crop up

definitely super clingy and cuddly

loves being babied too

according to epnagi he has this whole automatic system in his apartment to clean and do laundry and i think he’d be fine if you appropriate that so no more cleaning!! but you will have to cook because that man literally only eats fruit jellies

genuinely how is he so built and not dying of malnutrition SKJFDSHKJ

he probably is terrible at coming up with date ideas so it’s up to you to plan things

again it’s not malicious i think for him just spending time with you is his ideal date!! like he doesn’t see the point in getting dressed up and going somewhere fancy when you could just eat at home and be comfortable together

but if it’s an important day or you tell him that you want him to suggest something for once, he WILL go all out (which means calling reo for advice and doing what he tells him to)

overall communication is key with him. he’s not particularly sensitive or in tune with other people’s emotions so being passive aggressive or expecting him to read your mind will honestly just end up making your mood worse because he will not pick up on the fact that something is wrong

but if you tell him what you want him to change he will happily do it!! he just needs to be told very clearly if you’re upset or need him to do something different

honestly it would be very refreshing. there are zero games with nagi and he doesn’t really try to hide anything — what you see is what you get 100% of the time

overall 10/10 would date idc haters dni he’s a sweetheart and he’s doing his best

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I have a fic called "Down, boy!" inspired by a brain rot me and my Moot had. And I want to continue it with another character! So you choose ♡♡

[ethereal-moonglitter]

I have a fic called "Down, boy!" inspired by a brain rot me and my Moot had. And I want to continue it with another character! So you choose ♡♡

[ethereal-moonglitter]

I have a fic called "Down, boy!" inspired by a brain rot me and my Moot had. And I want to continue it with another character! So you choose ♡♡

[ethereal-moonglitter]

I have a fic called "Down, boy!" inspired by a brain rot me and my Moot had. And I want to continue it with another character! So you choose ♡♡

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Blue lock men and their soulmate aus

This piece is for the Soulmate au writing collab! All writers are free to join <3 Just check out this post. (here)

Characters included: Sae Itoshi, Rin Itsohi, and Isagi Yoichi (I'll add more characters if people like it)

Through every lifetime, it is you I seek, a whispered longing my soul speaks.

Sae Itoshi - Colors upon first touch

❥︎ Pre-spain! Sae was excited to see who his soulmate was. He always wanted to see colors. He wondered if he would be better at football if he does.

❥︎ He absolutely adores the concept of someone waiting for him. Someone who will complete him.

❥︎ After this trip to Spain though? Things changed. He thinks the whole thing is stupid. Why bother go to lengths to find someone anyway?

❥︎ His only goal is to be the best in football. Soulmates are just distractions. He didn't need that at all!

❥︎ His would was colorless, as it had always been, why would he desire to see color when he can see just fine?

❥︎ Sometimes he finds himself wondering if he is able to find his. Especially since Rin found his first. (that damn brat)

❥︎ Sae was curious, yes. But he never tried looking or genuinely care about it because he has football.

❥︎ He didn't want to meet his soulmate... Or so he thought.

Right after the U-20 Japan vs. Blue Lock match, Sae Itoshi couldn't deny the surprise twisting in his chest. Losing to a bunch of rookies? Unbelievable. He scoffed, shaking his head as he stepped out of the locker room. If those rookies had managed to get past him, then he needed to train harder. That was all there was to it.

Lost in thought, he barely noticed when he collided with someone. But then—everything shifted. His dull, monochrome world flickered—no, exploded—into color. He gasped softly at the sudden appearance of color. The dull world he lived in suddenly appeared alive, it felt worth living for.

His gaze snapped around, sharp and searching. Who was it? Who the hell just bumped into him? He had to find them. Now. Because whether he liked it or not, he knew exactly what had just happened.

He’d found his soulmate.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of you—just as lost, scanning the crowd. His pulse slowed, the noise around him fading into nothing. For a moment, it was just the two of you, locked in place like the universe had forced a pause.

His lips curled into the faintest smirk.

"Tch. Found you… you brat."

Rin Itoshi - Dream walking

❥︎ He really didn't understand the importance of soulmates, even when he was younger.

❥︎ He saw how his brother used to fantasize about finding his soulmate. And at first, he too wanted to meet them. But as he grew older, he also found it to be a distraction.

❥︎ He thought he didn't have one at first. Cause he can see color, unlike his brother.

❥︎ It was until he turned 15 did it start happening. He fell asleep once day then he saw you. Well... somewhat of you.

❥︎ He can see you! But once he wakes up, he forgets what you look like. And people say that was normal. That you forget what they look like when you wake up but once you see them you know.

❥︎ He was standoff-ish at first. When you first appeared, he didn't bother talking to you. You were a distraction!

❥︎ But slowly, he finds himself genuinely enjoying your company and he feels as if he is falling in love with the human blob in his dreams

❥︎ Then he blurted out that he was having a huge match. That they should met there. He didn't think they would actually agree.

"I have a match soon. You should come," Rin said, his tone flat, almost like it didn’t matter.

"Come? To where?" you asked, stepping closer. The two of you stood in your usual spot—a football field, because of course, even in his sleep, football was the only thing on his mind.

"You know my name. Just come," he replied, as if that was enough explanation.

You couldn’t help but laugh. But before you could say anything else—

He jolted awake. Dammit... You were so slow to answer.

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The U-20 Japan vs. Blue Lock match hadn’t started yet. But that didn’t mean Rin would stop training. Not yet. He was in the gym, body tense with focus, warming up for the game ahead. He barely noticed anything else. It was just him and his equipment. But then..

"Hello"

A voice. One he knew. One that had engraved itself in his mind whether he was awake or asleep. He knew that voice from anywhere.

"So this is where you’ve been?"

His muscles locked up mid-movement. His breath caught. He knew that voice. He’d always known it. He slowly put down the weights he was holding. And slowly, he turned.

And this time, it wasn’t some blurry, half-forgotten figure in the back of his mind. It wasn't some human blob that he can't for the life of him make out the details. It was you. Like really you.

"You’re here," he muttered, almost like he didn’t believe it.

Yoichi Isagi - First words tattoo

❥︎ One day he woke up with a "Oh my god? Your eyes are so pretty" written on his wrist.

❥︎ His first reaction was to fangirl, cause what? the first thing his soulmate says to him is he is so pretty? What?

❥︎ If his soulmate finds him pretty, that means they'll have smth good right? Oh please let that be!

❥︎ Next, he finds himself staring at anyone and everyone, hoping to find that one person that finds his eyes pretty.

❥︎ When he was in middle school, he made sure that everyone can see his eyes! He wants to find his love as soon as possible.

❥︎ But once he entered Blue lock? he practically forgot about it. Suddenly his entire attention was driven away..

❥︎ He was so focused on his career that his desire to find his soulmate lessened. He needed to be the best striker!

❥︎ He was so focused in fact that even in his break, he was thinking about football when..

Isagi was on his way to hang out with his friends, finally getting a rare chance to rest and relax without the pressure of constant competition. He let out a small sigh of relief, enjoying the thought of just unwinding for once.

But, as usual, football was still on his mind. His thoughts drifted to the practice match he had later—strategies, plays, how he could improve. So lost in thought, he barely paid attention to his surroundings.

That was until he walked straight into someone.

Snapped out of his daze, Isagi blinked as he locked eyes with the person in front of him. They stared at each other for a moment. The stranger seemed so entranced by his eyes for some reason. But then the stranger suddenly blurted out, "Oh my god, your eyes are so pretty."

Isagi stiffened, caught completely off guard. "Hah?" His mind scrambled for a response—why was that the first thing they said? He blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what the stranger had said

Then it clicked.

His expression shifted as realization dawned. His eyes widened slightly before a small grin tugged at his lips. "It’s you!"

Time and time again, I fall into your embrace, No fate nor distance can ever erase.

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Down, boy!

A Dazai and Chuuya (separate) x Fem! reader

Author's note: I hit the idea from @hidden-oracle ! Ori and I were brain rotting about our selfship and she sent me a picture of that viral "Down boy!" image so here we are <3

One might assume he holds all the power—that he is the master. That his lover is wrapped around his little finger, hanging onto his every word, ready to obey without question. His charm is unmatched, he has had people on their knees. He had people begging for a smidge of his attention. After all, his strength is legendary, his presence commands both fear and awe. He stands unrivaled, untamed. How could someone like him ever be conquered?

The very thought is absurd. It’s impossible! A man so terrifying, so ruthless as him. And yet…

Yet that is far from the truth. The power does not rest in his hands but in hers. His lovely queen, the only one who can bring him to his knees with nothing more than a glance, a whispered word. The world may see a monster, feared and revered, but in her presence, he is something else entirely. A man so devoted, eager, so hers. And oh, how he loves to follow her every whim, to give himself over to the only one who could ever truly own him.

➤ Dazai Osamu

Old habits are hard to forget.

Violence is in his being as much as blood is. It’s a part of who Dazai Osamu is, of who he has become. It’s what he is known for. He didn’t become the youngest executive for nothing. Death follows him everywhere, a lingering shadow he can never quite escape. Even now, as a member of the Armed Detective Agency, his body still remembers the rhythm of battle, the instinct to strike first, to eliminate threats without hesitation. The path of bloodshed he once walked is not so easily left behind.

Sometimes, that past claws its way to the surface, unbidden, leading to moments of discomfort. The awkward pauses when his reactions are just a little too sharp, a little too lethal. Even when the agency is forced to collaborate with the Port Mafia? The ghosts of his old life press in even closer. Because no matter how much he tries to change, one truth remains. The darkness never really leaves him.

Especially now, with his beautiful girlfriend watching. He shouldn’t slack off, not when her gaze was on him, sharp and expectant. He could feel it, burning into him like a silent challenge, urging him to put on a show. And really, how could he deny her that? He glanced at her briefly, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips. Just a little distraction, nothing more. But his opponent was quick, seizing the opportunity.

The strike came fast. The stranger was using a knife. It was efficient, practiced, lethal, aimed in between for his ribs, pircing the lung. The strike would've left anyone gasping for air. But to Dazai, it might as well have been moving in slow motion. His body reacted before his mind even needed to register the danger. With an effortless shift of his weight, he sidestepped, letting the attack slice through empty space as though he had never been there at all. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he rolled his shoulders, shaking off the moment as if it were nothing more than an inconvenience.

“Tsk, tsk,” he mused, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Taking advantage of a distracted man? How cruel.”

The enemy grew restless, fists tightening before launching another attack—this time a punch, wild and desperate. But alas, Dazai was faster. A smirk played at the brunette’s lips as he leaned back just enough for the strike to miss.

“Is that all? Really?” His voice was light, almost disappointed. “I was hoping for a bit of a challenge, you know.”

His opponent barely had time to react before he moved. Dazai was quick, precise, with no wasted effort. Fingers found a wrist mid-strike, twisting just enough to throw them off balance. Then, with a well-placed tug, Dazai sent them stumbling forward, effortlessly turning their own momentum against them. Dazai leaned in, his grip deceptively gentle as he murmured,

“Come on, you can do better than that, can’t you? I have to impress my girl, and you’re making this too easy.”

His tone was teasing, playful even, but his eyes—sharp and calculating—betrayed the truth. He was in control. He always was.

The opponent gritted their teeth, desperation creeping into their movements as they struggled to break free. But Dazai had already seen it coming. With a subtle shift, he applied just the right amount of pressure, forcing them to adjust their stance. And in that instant, his foot swept out in a fluid, effortless motion, delivering a precise kick to the back of their knee.

They collapsed forward, crashing onto the cold, unforgiving floor before they could even process what had happened.

“Oops,” Dazai chuckled, tilting his head with a mock look of sympathy. “Looks like you’re a little off balance there, bud.”

The enemy’s fingers twitched, scrambling for a hidden blade—a last, desperate attempt to turn the tide. With a sharp, reckless jerk, they thrust it toward Dazai’s hand, aiming to cripple him with the speed and ferocity of a cornered animal.

But Dazai had already anticipated it. He was always five steps ahead.

Before the blade could even graze his skin, he withdrew his hand with infuriating ease, as if he had simply grown bored of the fight altogether. The failed strike carried too much momentum, and the knife plunged deep into their own shoulder. A sharp, agonized yelp tore from their lips.

“Too slow,” Dazai mused, his voice dripping with amusement.

In one fluid motion, he plucked the blade from their trembling grip, twirling it between his fingers as if testing its weight. Then, with a lazy flick of his wrist, he pressed the cold steel against their throat, his smirk widening ever so slightly.

His opponent froze, breath hitching. The fight was already over. They both knew it.

Hidden in the shadows, she watched with intent. She had seen this side of him before, the effortless way he danced between mischief and menace, predator and charmer. But she also knew what he was thinking. She couldn’t let him kill the suspect, especially not with the rest of the agency watching. They also needed the suspect to find out where the missing children were.

Stepping forward, her voice rang out: “Down, boy.”

Dazai’s smirk widened at the sound of her footsteps. The sound effortlessly drawing his focus away from the trembling fool beneath his blade.

His grip on the knife neither tightened nor loosened, just lingered, as if savoring the moment. Weighing his options. But in the end, he knew that he could never disobey his lovely queen.

"Woof~!"

Her soft laughter sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Being so obedient today, Samu," she mused, stepping closer.

"Only because you asked so nicely, bella," he teased, voice low and honeyed.

With a dramatic sigh, he shifted to the side, giving her space as she moved in. He knew exactly what was coming, and as always, he was happy to let her take the lead. With practiced ease, she reached down, securing the suspect in handcuffs, her touch firm.

Dazai watched her work, his smirk never fading. Oh, how he adored her like this. Unable to resist, his fingers slipped toward her thigh, grazing her soft skin, savoring the warmth beneath his touch. The moment was too perfect to ignore. But as much as she enjoyed his touch, now was not the time. She shot him a warning glare, sharp and precise. “Hands off, we’re working, Samu,”

Dazai chuckled, tilting his head with a lazy grin. "You know, I just can’t help myself~" he mused, his voice playful. "Seeing you take charge like that? Ah~ it’s almost too much….. so breathtakingly alluring. My love, how do you expect me to behave when you’re this irresistible?"

Chuuya's under the cut!

➤ Chuuya Nakahara

Being a Port Mafia executive was a hell of a lot more work than anyone gave it credit for.

Paperwork stacked up like a mountain, mission after mission piling on top of each other. It was exhausting, monotonous, and downright boring. Honestly, Chuuya Nakahara would rather be doing anything else—like lounging around with his girlfriend, enjoying some peace and quiet.

But noooooo, here they were, stuck helping the damn Armed Detective Agency track down lost kids. Lost kids. Of all the things they could be doing, this was the one that required his attention? And of course, Dazai had to be involved! Making everything ten times more ridiculous than it needed to be.

Can they be any more useless? Dazai especially.

The two of them were walking into the abandoned warehouse that the Agency told them to go to. The creaking of the old wooden floorboards echoing through the eerie silence. The air was thick with dust, the scent of rust and mildew hanging in the air. The dim light filtering through cracked windows did little to reveal what was hidden in the shadows. What the hell were they even looking for here?

"Stay close," Chuuya muttered, his eyes scanning the dim, dusty warehouse for any sign of movement. The Agency had given them little to go on—just that it was urgent. Typical. They were useless anyway, they just had to pull the Port Mafia into it

Without thinking, he reached for her wrist, his fingers closing around it. To anyone unfamiliar with them, it might have seemed rough, the grip firm and commanding. But to her, the way his thumb gently caressed the soft skin of her wrist spoke volumes. It was possessive, protective, yet tender, a silent promise that no matter what happened next, he wouldn’t let anything touch her.

A shift in the shadows caught his attention, and without hesitation, he pushed his girlfriend back gently, positioning himself between her and the potential threat. He wasn’t going to risk her getting hurt—especially not over something as stupid as a damn undercover mission.

The figure stepped into the light, a sneer playing at the corners of their lips, revealing the glint of a weapon in their hand. The stranger clearly didn’t want them here. They said nothing, just waiting for the two fo them to make their move.

"Great," Chuuya muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Just what I needed today."

He didn’t wait for the enemy to make a move. In one blink fo an eye, his ability, Upon the Tainted Sorrow or gravity-manipulation, swirling to life around him. The air grew heavy as the room seemed to constrict, pulling the very weight of the enemy toward him.

"Stay out of this, okay?" Chuuya added, voice low and sharp as he glanced back at his lover. "I’ll handle it."

She didn’t mind taking a step back. As much as she loves the action, it was nice having to relax. She knew that Chuuya won’t let her join anyway. She made sure she was a good ways away but she kept her guard up incase anything happens.

The enemy hesitated for a moment, clearly underestimating the red head. It was the last mistake they’d ever make. Chuuya grinned, the thrill of the fight lighting up his veins.

The two were in a stale mate, just staring, sizing each other up. Chuuya’s eyes narrowed as his fingers flexed, already manipulating the gravity around him. His opponent, a tall figure cloaked in shadow, sneered back, their hands glowing with an ethereal energy as they conjured a shimmering shield around themselves.

"You're in my world now," Chuuya muttered, his voice low and menacing as the power surged around him, his signature gravity manipulation pulsing through the air. A dangerous glint sparkled in his eyes, and the ground beneath his feet trembled as he prepared to strike. Chuuya lunged forward, floating using his ability. He then quickly switched, increasing his gravity, as he went in for a punch.

His opponent smirked, raising their arms as a translucent barrier appeared between them and Chuuya. The shield shimmered like glass, catching the light as it expanded, blocking Chuuya's punch but Chuuya wasn’t deterred.

He swung his hand sharply to the side, still using increased gravity to harden his punches. The air around them thickened, the ground beneath the enemy’s feet warping, pushing down on them with crushing force. The opponent’s shield flickered and bent as the pressure mounted, but they quickly raised their arms higher, creating another layer of defense.

Chuuya grinned, his confidence never wavering. "You really think that’ll save you?"

With a snap of his fingers, the gravity around the opponent spiked, sending them hurtling toward the ceiling. The shield cracked under the immense pressure, but it held for just a moment longer—long enough for Chuuya to close the distance. He dashed forward, his movements fast and fluid, and with a swift kick, he launched himself into the air, using the distorted gravity to propel him upward. His opponent’s shield flared as they desperately pushed back against the gravity, trying to maintain their defense. But Chuuya was faster.

He grabbed the edge of the shield with one hand and twisted the gravity around it. The shield bent under the pressure, splintering like brittle glass. In that same instant, he shot a surge of gravity downward, slamming his opponent to the ground with a bone-shaking thud. The opponent struggled to get up, their shield flickering, weakened but not entirely destroyed. "You’re resilient, I’ll give you that," Chuuya taunted, landing gracefully beside them. "But you ain’t beating me,”

With another snap of his fingers, the gravity reversed, yanking his opponent’s body into the air. They gasped, arms flailing, struggling to summon another shield. But Chuuya wasn’t about to give them the time. He snapped his fingers again, and the gravity came crashing down, sending his opponent slamming to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Chuuya grinned darkly as he increased the gravity around his opponent, forcing them to their knees. "How about we end this, yeah? Can’t keep my girl waiting." His voice dripped with impatience, the power swirling around him as he prepared to finish it.

After all, when you’re an executive for the Port Mafia, mercy isn’t exactly on the menu.

“Down, boy!”

Chuuya’s gaze snapped away from the kneeling man, irritation flaring as he turned to face his lover. He blinked a few times, trying to process what the hell she just said. “What the hell did you say to me?” he asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

She met his gaze, her expression unwavering. “Did I stutter?”

The silence between them stretched for a moment as Chuuya stood there, eyeing her with a mix of frustration and something else—something he couldn’t quite place. Finally, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, ma’am,” he muttered, his tone reluctantly submissive.

“That's What I thought.”

“You're annoying,” He scoffed. Which caused her to laugh. “You love me though.”

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Down, boy!

A Dazai and Chuuya (separate) x Fem! reader

Author's note: I hit the idea from @hidden-oracle ! Ori and I were brain rotting about our selfship and she sent me a picture of that viral "Down boy!" image so here we are <3

One might assume he holds all the power—that he is the master. That his lover is wrapped around his little finger, hanging onto his every word, ready to obey without question. His charm is unmatched, he has had people on their knees. He had people begging for a smidge of his attention. After all, his strength is legendary, his presence commands both fear and awe. He stands unrivaled, untamed. How could someone like him ever be conquered?

The very thought is absurd. It’s impossible! A man so terrifying, so ruthless as him. And yet…

Yet that is far from the truth. The power does not rest in his hands but in hers. His lovely queen, the only one who can bring him to his knees with nothing more than a glance, a whispered word. The world may see a monster, feared and revered, but in her presence, he is something else entirely. A man so devoted, eager, so hers. And oh, how he loves to follow her every whim, to give himself over to the only one who could ever truly own him.

➤ Dazai Osamu

Old habits are hard to forget.

Violence is in his being as much as blood is. It’s a part of who Dazai Osamu is, of who he has become. It’s what he is known for. He didn’t become the youngest executive for nothing. Death follows him everywhere, a lingering shadow he can never quite escape. Even now, as a member of the Armed Detective Agency, his body still remembers the rhythm of battle, the instinct to strike first, to eliminate threats without hesitation. The path of bloodshed he once walked is not so easily left behind.

Sometimes, that past claws its way to the surface, unbidden, leading to moments of discomfort. The awkward pauses when his reactions are just a little too sharp, a little too lethal. Even when the agency is forced to collaborate with the Port Mafia? The ghosts of his old life press in even closer. Because no matter how much he tries to change, one truth remains. The darkness never really leaves him.

Especially now, with his beautiful girlfriend watching. He shouldn’t slack off, not when her gaze was on him, sharp and expectant. He could feel it, burning into him like a silent challenge, urging him to put on a show. And really, how could he deny her that? He glanced at her briefly, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips. Just a little distraction, nothing more. But his opponent was quick, seizing the opportunity.

The strike came fast. The stranger was using a knife. It was efficient, practiced, lethal, aimed in between for his ribs, pircing the lung. The strike would've left anyone gasping for air. But to Dazai, it might as well have been moving in slow motion. His body reacted before his mind even needed to register the danger. With an effortless shift of his weight, he sidestepped, letting the attack slice through empty space as though he had never been there at all. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he rolled his shoulders, shaking off the moment as if it were nothing more than an inconvenience.

“Tsk, tsk,” he mused, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Taking advantage of a distracted man? How cruel.”

The enemy grew restless, fists tightening before launching another attack—this time a punch, wild and desperate. But alas, Dazai was faster. A smirk played at the brunette’s lips as he leaned back just enough for the strike to miss.

“Is that all? Really?” His voice was light, almost disappointed. “I was hoping for a bit of a challenge, you know.”

His opponent barely had time to react before he moved. Dazai was quick, precise, with no wasted effort. Fingers found a wrist mid-strike, twisting just enough to throw them off balance. Then, with a well-placed tug, Dazai sent them stumbling forward, effortlessly turning their own momentum against them. Dazai leaned in, his grip deceptively gentle as he murmured,

“Come on, you can do better than that, can’t you? I have to impress my girl, and you’re making this too easy.”

His tone was teasing, playful even, but his eyes—sharp and calculating—betrayed the truth. He was in control. He always was.

The opponent gritted their teeth, desperation creeping into their movements as they struggled to break free. But Dazai had already seen it coming. With a subtle shift, he applied just the right amount of pressure, forcing them to adjust their stance. And in that instant, his foot swept out in a fluid, effortless motion, delivering a precise kick to the back of their knee.

They collapsed forward, crashing onto the cold, unforgiving floor before they could even process what had happened.

“Oops,” Dazai chuckled, tilting his head with a mock look of sympathy. “Looks like you’re a little off balance there, bud.”

The enemy’s fingers twitched, scrambling for a hidden blade—a last, desperate attempt to turn the tide. With a sharp, reckless jerk, they thrust it toward Dazai’s hand, aiming to cripple him with the speed and ferocity of a cornered animal.

But Dazai had already anticipated it. He was always five steps ahead.

Before the blade could even graze his skin, he withdrew his hand with infuriating ease, as if he had simply grown bored of the fight altogether. The failed strike carried too much momentum, and the knife plunged deep into their own shoulder. A sharp, agonized yelp tore from their lips.

“Too slow,” Dazai mused, his voice dripping with amusement.

In one fluid motion, he plucked the blade from their trembling grip, twirling it between his fingers as if testing its weight. Then, with a lazy flick of his wrist, he pressed the cold steel against their throat, his smirk widening ever so slightly.

His opponent froze, breath hitching. The fight was already over. They both knew it.

Hidden in the shadows, she watched with intent. She had seen this side of him before, the effortless way he danced between mischief and menace, predator and charmer. But she also knew what he was thinking. She couldn’t let him kill the suspect, especially not with the rest of the agency watching. They also needed the suspect to find out where the missing children were.

Stepping forward, her voice rang out: “Down, boy.”

Dazai’s smirk widened at the sound of her footsteps. The sound effortlessly drawing his focus away from the trembling fool beneath his blade.

His grip on the knife neither tightened nor loosened, just lingered, as if savoring the moment. Weighing his options. But in the end, he knew that he could never disobey his lovely queen.

"Woof~!"

Her soft laughter sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Being so obedient today, Samu," she mused, stepping closer.

"Only because you asked so nicely, bella," he teased, voice low and honeyed.

With a dramatic sigh, he shifted to the side, giving her space as she moved in. He knew exactly what was coming, and as always, he was happy to let her take the lead. With practiced ease, she reached down, securing the suspect in handcuffs, her touch firm.

Dazai watched her work, his smirk never fading. Oh, how he adored her like this. Unable to resist, his fingers slipped toward her thigh, grazing her soft skin, savoring the warmth beneath his touch. The moment was too perfect to ignore. But as much as she enjoyed his touch, now was not the time. She shot him a warning glare, sharp and precise. “Hands off, we’re working, Samu,”

Dazai chuckled, tilting his head with a lazy grin. "You know, I just can’t help myself~" he mused, his voice playful. "Seeing you take charge like that? Ah~ it’s almost too much….. so breathtakingly alluring. My love, how do you expect me to behave when you’re this irresistible?"

Chuuya's under the cut!

➤ Chuuya Nakahara

Being a Port Mafia executive was a hell of a lot more work than anyone gave it credit for.

Paperwork stacked up like a mountain, mission after mission piling on top of each other. It was exhausting, monotonous, and downright boring. Honestly, Chuuya Nakahara would rather be doing anything else—like lounging around with his girlfriend, enjoying some peace and quiet.

But noooooo, here they were, stuck helping the damn Armed Detective Agency track down lost kids. Lost kids. Of all the things they could be doing, this was the one that required his attention? And of course, Dazai had to be involved! Making everything ten times more ridiculous than it needed to be.

Can they be any more useless? Dazai especially.

The two of them were walking into the abandoned warehouse that the Agency told them to go to. The creaking of the old wooden floorboards echoing through the eerie silence. The air was thick with dust, the scent of rust and mildew hanging in the air. The dim light filtering through cracked windows did little to reveal what was hidden in the shadows. What the hell were they even looking for here?

"Stay close," Chuuya muttered, his eyes scanning the dim, dusty warehouse for any sign of movement. The Agency had given them little to go on—just that it was urgent. Typical. They were useless anyway, they just had to pull the Port Mafia into it

Without thinking, he reached for her wrist, his fingers closing around it. To anyone unfamiliar with them, it might have seemed rough, the grip firm and commanding. But to her, the way his thumb gently caressed the soft skin of her wrist spoke volumes. It was possessive, protective, yet tender, a silent promise that no matter what happened next, he wouldn’t let anything touch her.

A shift in the shadows caught his attention, and without hesitation, he pushed his girlfriend back gently, positioning himself between her and the potential threat. He wasn’t going to risk her getting hurt—especially not over something as stupid as a damn undercover mission.

The figure stepped into the light, a sneer playing at the corners of their lips, revealing the glint of a weapon in their hand. The stranger clearly didn’t want them here. They said nothing, just waiting for the two fo them to make their move.

"Great," Chuuya muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Just what I needed today."

He didn’t wait for the enemy to make a move. In one blink fo an eye, his ability, Upon the Tainted Sorrow or gravity-manipulation, swirling to life around him. The air grew heavy as the room seemed to constrict, pulling the very weight of the enemy toward him.

"Stay out of this, okay?" Chuuya added, voice low and sharp as he glanced back at his lover. "I’ll handle it."

She didn’t mind taking a step back. As much as she loves the action, it was nice having to relax. She knew that Chuuya won’t let her join anyway. She made sure she was a good ways away but she kept her guard up incase anything happens.

The enemy hesitated for a moment, clearly underestimating the red head. It was the last mistake they’d ever make. Chuuya grinned, the thrill of the fight lighting up his veins.

The two were in a stale mate, just staring, sizing each other up. Chuuya’s eyes narrowed as his fingers flexed, already manipulating the gravity around him. His opponent, a tall figure cloaked in shadow, sneered back, their hands glowing with an ethereal energy as they conjured a shimmering shield around themselves.

"You're in my world now," Chuuya muttered, his voice low and menacing as the power surged around him, his signature gravity manipulation pulsing through the air. A dangerous glint sparkled in his eyes, and the ground beneath his feet trembled as he prepared to strike. Chuuya lunged forward, floating using his ability. He then quickly switched, increasing his gravity, as he went in for a punch.

His opponent smirked, raising their arms as a translucent barrier appeared between them and Chuuya. The shield shimmered like glass, catching the light as it expanded, blocking Chuuya's punch but Chuuya wasn’t deterred.

He swung his hand sharply to the side, still using increased gravity to harden his punches. The air around them thickened, the ground beneath the enemy’s feet warping, pushing down on them with crushing force. The opponent’s shield flickered and bent as the pressure mounted, but they quickly raised their arms higher, creating another layer of defense.

Chuuya grinned, his confidence never wavering. "You really think that’ll save you?"

With a snap of his fingers, the gravity around the opponent spiked, sending them hurtling toward the ceiling. The shield cracked under the immense pressure, but it held for just a moment longer—long enough for Chuuya to close the distance. He dashed forward, his movements fast and fluid, and with a swift kick, he launched himself into the air, using the distorted gravity to propel him upward. His opponent’s shield flared as they desperately pushed back against the gravity, trying to maintain their defense. But Chuuya was faster.

He grabbed the edge of the shield with one hand and twisted the gravity around it. The shield bent under the pressure, splintering like brittle glass. In that same instant, he shot a surge of gravity downward, slamming his opponent to the ground with a bone-shaking thud. The opponent struggled to get up, their shield flickering, weakened but not entirely destroyed. "You’re resilient, I’ll give you that," Chuuya taunted, landing gracefully beside them. "But you ain’t beating me,”

With another snap of his fingers, the gravity reversed, yanking his opponent’s body into the air. They gasped, arms flailing, struggling to summon another shield. But Chuuya wasn’t about to give them the time. He snapped his fingers again, and the gravity came crashing down, sending his opponent slamming to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Chuuya grinned darkly as he increased the gravity around his opponent, forcing them to their knees. "How about we end this, yeah? Can’t keep my girl waiting." His voice dripped with impatience, the power swirling around him as he prepared to finish it.

After all, when you’re an executive for the Port Mafia, mercy isn’t exactly on the menu.

“Down, boy!”

Chuuya’s gaze snapped away from the kneeling man, irritation flaring as he turned to face his lover. He blinked a few times, trying to process what the hell she just said. “What the hell did you say to me?” he asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

She met his gaze, her expression unwavering. “Did I stutter?”

The silence between them stretched for a moment as Chuuya stood there, eyeing her with a mix of frustration and something else—something he couldn’t quite place. Finally, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, ma’am,” he muttered, his tone reluctantly submissive.

“That's What I thought.”

“You're annoying,” He scoffed. Which caused her to laugh. “You love me though.”

[ethereal-moonglitter]

┊ ┊ ┊. ➶ ˚ 

┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✧ 

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁ 

☁ 

Down, boy!

A Dazai and Chuuya (separate) x Fem! reader

Author's note: I hit the idea from @hidden-oracle ! Ori and I were brain rotting about our selfship and she sent me a picture of that viral "Down boy!" image so here we are <3

One might assume he holds all the power—that he is the master. That his lover is wrapped around his little finger, hanging onto his every word, ready to obey without question. His charm is unmatched, he has had people on their knees. He had people begging for a smidge of his attention. After all, his strength is legendary, his presence commands both fear and awe. He stands unrivaled, untamed. How could someone like him ever be conquered?

The very thought is absurd. It’s impossible! A man so terrifying, so ruthless as him. And yet…

Yet that is far from the truth. The power does not rest in his hands but in hers. His lovely queen, the only one who can bring him to his knees with nothing more than a glance, a whispered word. The world may see a monster, feared and revered, but in her presence, he is something else entirely. A man so devoted, eager, so hers. And oh, how he loves to follow her every whim, to give himself over to the only one who could ever truly own him.

➤ Dazai Osamu

Old habits are hard to forget.

Violence is in his being as much as blood is. It’s a part of who Dazai Osamu is, of who he has become. It’s what he is known for. He didn’t become the youngest executive for nothing. Death follows him everywhere, a lingering shadow he can never quite escape. Even now, as a member of the Armed Detective Agency, his body still remembers the rhythm of battle, the instinct to strike first, to eliminate threats without hesitation. The path of bloodshed he once walked is not so easily left behind.

Sometimes, that past claws its way to the surface, unbidden, leading to moments of discomfort. The awkward pauses when his reactions are just a little too sharp, a little too lethal. Even when the agency is forced to collaborate with the Port Mafia? The ghosts of his old life press in even closer. Because no matter how much he tries to change, one truth remains. The darkness never really leaves him.

Especially now, with his beautiful girlfriend watching. He shouldn’t slack off, not when her gaze was on him, sharp and expectant. He could feel it, burning into him like a silent challenge, urging him to put on a show. And really, how could he deny her that? He glanced at her briefly, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips. Just a little distraction, nothing more. But his opponent was quick, seizing the opportunity.

The strike came fast. The stranger was using a knife. It was efficient, practiced, lethal, aimed in between for his ribs, pircing the lung. The strike would've left anyone gasping for air. But to Dazai, it might as well have been moving in slow motion. His body reacted before his mind even needed to register the danger. With an effortless shift of his weight, he sidestepped, letting the attack slice through empty space as though he had never been there at all. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he rolled his shoulders, shaking off the moment as if it were nothing more than an inconvenience.

“Tsk, tsk,” he mused, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Taking advantage of a distracted man? How cruel.”

The enemy grew restless, fists tightening before launching another attack—this time a punch, wild and desperate. But alas, Dazai was faster. A smirk played at the brunette’s lips as he leaned back just enough for the strike to miss.

“Is that all? Really?” His voice was light, almost disappointed. “I was hoping for a bit of a challenge, you know.”

His opponent barely had time to react before he moved. Dazai was quick, precise, with no wasted effort. Fingers found a wrist mid-strike, twisting just enough to throw them off balance. Then, with a well-placed tug, Dazai sent them stumbling forward, effortlessly turning their own momentum against them. Dazai leaned in, his grip deceptively gentle as he murmured,

“Come on, you can do better than that, can’t you? I have to impress my girl, and you’re making this too easy.”

His tone was teasing, playful even, but his eyes—sharp and calculating—betrayed the truth. He was in control. He always was.

The opponent gritted their teeth, desperation creeping into their movements as they struggled to break free. But Dazai had already seen it coming. With a subtle shift, he applied just the right amount of pressure, forcing them to adjust their stance. And in that instant, his foot swept out in a fluid, effortless motion, delivering a precise kick to the back of their knee.

They collapsed forward, crashing onto the cold, unforgiving floor before they could even process what had happened.

“Oops,” Dazai chuckled, tilting his head with a mock look of sympathy. “Looks like you’re a little off balance there, bud.”

The enemy’s fingers twitched, scrambling for a hidden blade—a last, desperate attempt to turn the tide. With a sharp, reckless jerk, they thrust it toward Dazai’s hand, aiming to cripple him with the speed and ferocity of a cornered animal.

But Dazai had already anticipated it. He was always five steps ahead.

Before the blade could even graze his skin, he withdrew his hand with infuriating ease, as if he had simply grown bored of the fight altogether. The failed strike carried too much momentum, and the knife plunged deep into their own shoulder. A sharp, agonized yelp tore from their lips.

“Too slow,” Dazai mused, his voice dripping with amusement.

In one fluid motion, he plucked the blade from their trembling grip, twirling it between his fingers as if testing its weight. Then, with a lazy flick of his wrist, he pressed the cold steel against their throat, his smirk widening ever so slightly.

His opponent froze, breath hitching. The fight was already over. They both knew it.

Hidden in the shadows, she watched with intent. She had seen this side of him before, the effortless way he danced between mischief and menace, predator and charmer. But she also knew what he was thinking. She couldn’t let him kill the suspect, especially not with the rest of the agency watching. They also needed the suspect to find out where the missing children were.

Stepping forward, her voice rang out: “Down, boy.”

Dazai’s smirk widened at the sound of her footsteps. The sound effortlessly drawing his focus away from the trembling fool beneath his blade.

His grip on the knife neither tightened nor loosened, just lingered, as if savoring the moment. Weighing his options. But in the end, he knew that he could never disobey his lovely queen.

"Woof~!"

Her soft laughter sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Being so obedient today, Samu," she mused, stepping closer.

"Only because you asked so nicely, bella," he teased, voice low and honeyed.

With a dramatic sigh, he shifted to the side, giving her space as she moved in. He knew exactly what was coming, and as always, he was happy to let her take the lead. With practiced ease, she reached down, securing the suspect in handcuffs, her touch firm.

Dazai watched her work, his smirk never fading. Oh, how he adored her like this. Unable to resist, his fingers slipped toward her thigh, grazing her soft skin, savoring the warmth beneath his touch. The moment was too perfect to ignore. But as much as she enjoyed his touch, now was not the time. She shot him a warning glare, sharp and precise. “Hands off, we’re working, Samu,”

Dazai chuckled, tilting his head with a lazy grin. "You know, I just can’t help myself~" he mused, his voice playful. "Seeing you take charge like that? Ah~ it’s almost too much….. so breathtakingly alluring. My love, how do you expect me to behave when you’re this irresistible?"

Chuuya's under the cut!

➤ Chuuya Nakahara

Being a Port Mafia executive was a hell of a lot more work than anyone gave it credit for.

Paperwork stacked up like a mountain, mission after mission piling on top of each other. It was exhausting, monotonous, and downright boring. Honestly, Chuuya Nakahara would rather be doing anything else—like lounging around with his girlfriend, enjoying some peace and quiet.

But noooooo, here they were, stuck helping the damn Armed Detective Agency track down lost kids. Lost kids. Of all the things they could be doing, this was the one that required his attention? And of course, Dazai had to be involved! Making everything ten times more ridiculous than it needed to be.

Can they be any more useless? Dazai especially.

The two of them were walking into the abandoned warehouse that the Agency told them to go to. The creaking of the old wooden floorboards echoing through the eerie silence. The air was thick with dust, the scent of rust and mildew hanging in the air. The dim light filtering through cracked windows did little to reveal what was hidden in the shadows. What the hell were they even looking for here?

"Stay close," Chuuya muttered, his eyes scanning the dim, dusty warehouse for any sign of movement. The Agency had given them little to go on—just that it was urgent. Typical. They were useless anyway, they just had to pull the Port Mafia into it

Without thinking, he reached for her wrist, his fingers closing around it. To anyone unfamiliar with them, it might have seemed rough, the grip firm and commanding. But to her, the way his thumb gently caressed the soft skin of her wrist spoke volumes. It was possessive, protective, yet tender, a silent promise that no matter what happened next, he wouldn’t let anything touch her.

A shift in the shadows caught his attention, and without hesitation, he pushed his girlfriend back gently, positioning himself between her and the potential threat. He wasn’t going to risk her getting hurt—especially not over something as stupid as a damn undercover mission.

The figure stepped into the light, a sneer playing at the corners of their lips, revealing the glint of a weapon in their hand. The stranger clearly didn’t want them here. They said nothing, just waiting for the two fo them to make their move.

"Great," Chuuya muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Just what I needed today."

He didn’t wait for the enemy to make a move. In one blink fo an eye, his ability, Upon the Tainted Sorrow or gravity-manipulation, swirling to life around him. The air grew heavy as the room seemed to constrict, pulling the very weight of the enemy toward him.

"Stay out of this, okay?" Chuuya added, voice low and sharp as he glanced back at his lover. "I’ll handle it."

She didn’t mind taking a step back. As much as she loves the action, it was nice having to relax. She knew that Chuuya won’t let her join anyway. She made sure she was a good ways away but she kept her guard up incase anything happens.

The enemy hesitated for a moment, clearly underestimating the red head. It was the last mistake they’d ever make. Chuuya grinned, the thrill of the fight lighting up his veins.

The two were in a stale mate, just staring, sizing each other up. Chuuya’s eyes narrowed as his fingers flexed, already manipulating the gravity around him. His opponent, a tall figure cloaked in shadow, sneered back, their hands glowing with an ethereal energy as they conjured a shimmering shield around themselves.

"You're in my world now," Chuuya muttered, his voice low and menacing as the power surged around him, his signature gravity manipulation pulsing through the air. A dangerous glint sparkled in his eyes, and the ground beneath his feet trembled as he prepared to strike. Chuuya lunged forward, floating using his ability. He then quickly switched, increasing his gravity, as he went in for a punch.

His opponent smirked, raising their arms as a translucent barrier appeared between them and Chuuya. The shield shimmered like glass, catching the light as it expanded, blocking Chuuya's punch but Chuuya wasn’t deterred.

He swung his hand sharply to the side, still using increased gravity to harden his punches. The air around them thickened, the ground beneath the enemy’s feet warping, pushing down on them with crushing force. The opponent’s shield flickered and bent as the pressure mounted, but they quickly raised their arms higher, creating another layer of defense.

Chuuya grinned, his confidence never wavering. "You really think that’ll save you?"

With a snap of his fingers, the gravity around the opponent spiked, sending them hurtling toward the ceiling. The shield cracked under the immense pressure, but it held for just a moment longer—long enough for Chuuya to close the distance. He dashed forward, his movements fast and fluid, and with a swift kick, he launched himself into the air, using the distorted gravity to propel him upward. His opponent’s shield flared as they desperately pushed back against the gravity, trying to maintain their defense. But Chuuya was faster.

He grabbed the edge of the shield with one hand and twisted the gravity around it. The shield bent under the pressure, splintering like brittle glass. In that same instant, he shot a surge of gravity downward, slamming his opponent to the ground with a bone-shaking thud. The opponent struggled to get up, their shield flickering, weakened but not entirely destroyed. "You’re resilient, I’ll give you that," Chuuya taunted, landing gracefully beside them. "But you ain’t beating me,”

With another snap of his fingers, the gravity reversed, yanking his opponent’s body into the air. They gasped, arms flailing, struggling to summon another shield. But Chuuya wasn’t about to give them the time. He snapped his fingers again, and the gravity came crashing down, sending his opponent slamming to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Chuuya grinned darkly as he increased the gravity around his opponent, forcing them to their knees. "How about we end this, yeah? Can’t keep my girl waiting." His voice dripped with impatience, the power swirling around him as he prepared to finish it.

After all, when you’re an executive for the Port Mafia, mercy isn’t exactly on the menu.

“Down, boy!”

Chuuya’s gaze snapped away from the kneeling man, irritation flaring as he turned to face his lover. He blinked a few times, trying to process what the hell she just said. “What the hell did you say to me?” he asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

She met his gaze, her expression unwavering. “Did I stutter?”

The silence between them stretched for a moment as Chuuya stood there, eyeing her with a mix of frustration and something else—something he couldn’t quite place. Finally, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, ma’am,” he muttered, his tone reluctantly submissive.

“That's What I thought.”

“You're annoying,” He scoffed. Which caused her to laugh. “You love me though.”

[ethereal-moonglitter]

┊ ┊ ┊. ➶ ˚ 

┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✧ 

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁ 

☁ 

Down, boy!

A Dazai and Chuuya (separate) x Fem! reader

Author's note: I hit the idea from @hidden-oracle ! Ori and I were brain rotting about our selfship and she sent me a picture of that viral "Down boy!" image so here we are <3

One might assume he holds all the power—that he is the master. That his lover is wrapped around his little finger, hanging onto his every word, ready to obey without question. His charm is unmatched, he has had people on their knees. He had people begging for a smidge of his attention. After all, his strength is legendary, his presence commands both fear and awe. He stands unrivaled, untamed. How could someone like him ever be conquered?

The very thought is absurd. It’s impossible! A man so terrifying, so ruthless as him. And yet…

Yet that is far from the truth. The power does not rest in his hands but in hers. His lovely queen, the only one who can bring him to his knees with nothing more than a glance, a whispered word. The world may see a monster, feared and revered, but in her presence, he is something else entirely. A man so devoted, eager, so hers. And oh, how he loves to follow her every whim, to give himself over to the only one who could ever truly own him.

➤ Dazai Osamu

Old habits are hard to forget.

Violence is in his being as much as blood is. It’s a part of who Dazai Osamu is, of who he has become. It’s what he is known for. He didn’t become the youngest executive for nothing. Death follows him everywhere, a lingering shadow he can never quite escape. Even now, as a member of the Armed Detective Agency, his body still remembers the rhythm of battle, the instinct to strike first, to eliminate threats without hesitation. The path of bloodshed he once walked is not so easily left behind.

Sometimes, that past claws its way to the surface, unbidden, leading to moments of discomfort. The awkward pauses when his reactions are just a little too sharp, a little too lethal. Even when the agency is forced to collaborate with the Port Mafia? The ghosts of his old life press in even closer. Because no matter how much he tries to change, one truth remains. The darkness never really leaves him.

Especially now, with his beautiful girlfriend watching. He shouldn’t slack off, not when her gaze was on him, sharp and expectant. He could feel it, burning into him like a silent challenge, urging him to put on a show. And really, how could he deny her that? He glanced at her briefly, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips. Just a little distraction, nothing more. But his opponent was quick, seizing the opportunity.

The strike came fast. The stranger was using a knife. It was efficient, practiced, lethal, aimed in between for his ribs, pircing the lung. The strike would've left anyone gasping for air. But to Dazai, it might as well have been moving in slow motion. His body reacted before his mind even needed to register the danger. With an effortless shift of his weight, he sidestepped, letting the attack slice through empty space as though he had never been there at all. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he rolled his shoulders, shaking off the moment as if it were nothing more than an inconvenience.

“Tsk, tsk,” he mused, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Taking advantage of a distracted man? How cruel.”

The enemy grew restless, fists tightening before launching another attack—this time a punch, wild and desperate. But alas, Dazai was faster. A smirk played at the brunette’s lips as he leaned back just enough for the strike to miss.

“Is that all? Really?” His voice was light, almost disappointed. “I was hoping for a bit of a challenge, you know.”

His opponent barely had time to react before he moved. Dazai was quick, precise, with no wasted effort. Fingers found a wrist mid-strike, twisting just enough to throw them off balance. Then, with a well-placed tug, Dazai sent them stumbling forward, effortlessly turning their own momentum against them. Dazai leaned in, his grip deceptively gentle as he murmured,

“Come on, you can do better than that, can’t you? I have to impress my girl, and you’re making this too easy.”

His tone was teasing, playful even, but his eyes—sharp and calculating—betrayed the truth. He was in control. He always was.

The opponent gritted their teeth, desperation creeping into their movements as they struggled to break free. But Dazai had already seen it coming. With a subtle shift, he applied just the right amount of pressure, forcing them to adjust their stance. And in that instant, his foot swept out in a fluid, effortless motion, delivering a precise kick to the back of their knee.

They collapsed forward, crashing onto the cold, unforgiving floor before they could even process what had happened.

“Oops,” Dazai chuckled, tilting his head with a mock look of sympathy. “Looks like you’re a little off balance there, bud.”

The enemy’s fingers twitched, scrambling for a hidden blade—a last, desperate attempt to turn the tide. With a sharp, reckless jerk, they thrust it toward Dazai’s hand, aiming to cripple him with the speed and ferocity of a cornered animal.

But Dazai had already anticipated it. He was always five steps ahead.

Before the blade could even graze his skin, he withdrew his hand with infuriating ease, as if he had simply grown bored of the fight altogether. The failed strike carried too much momentum, and the knife plunged deep into their own shoulder. A sharp, agonized yelp tore from their lips.

“Too slow,” Dazai mused, his voice dripping with amusement.

In one fluid motion, he plucked the blade from their trembling grip, twirling it between his fingers as if testing its weight. Then, with a lazy flick of his wrist, he pressed the cold steel against their throat, his smirk widening ever so slightly.

His opponent froze, breath hitching. The fight was already over. They both knew it.

Hidden in the shadows, she watched with intent. She had seen this side of him before, the effortless way he danced between mischief and menace, predator and charmer. But she also knew what he was thinking. She couldn’t let him kill the suspect, especially not with the rest of the agency watching. They also needed the suspect to find out where the missing children were.

Stepping forward, her voice rang out: “Down, boy.”

Dazai’s smirk widened at the sound of her footsteps. The sound effortlessly drawing his focus away from the trembling fool beneath his blade.

His grip on the knife neither tightened nor loosened, just lingered, as if savoring the moment. Weighing his options. But in the end, he knew that he could never disobey his lovely queen.

"Woof~!"

Her soft laughter sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Being so obedient today, Samu," she mused, stepping closer.

"Only because you asked so nicely, bella," he teased, voice low and honeyed.

With a dramatic sigh, he shifted to the side, giving her space as she moved in. He knew exactly what was coming, and as always, he was happy to let her take the lead. With practiced ease, she reached down, securing the suspect in handcuffs, her touch firm.

Dazai watched her work, his smirk never fading. Oh, how he adored her like this. Unable to resist, his fingers slipped toward her thigh, grazing her soft skin, savoring the warmth beneath his touch. The moment was too perfect to ignore. But as much as she enjoyed his touch, now was not the time. She shot him a warning glare, sharp and precise. “Hands off, we’re working, Samu,”

Dazai chuckled, tilting his head with a lazy grin. "You know, I just can’t help myself~" he mused, his voice playful. "Seeing you take charge like that? Ah~ it’s almost too much….. so breathtakingly alluring. My love, how do you expect me to behave when you’re this irresistible?"

Chuuya's under the cut!

➤ Chuuya Nakahara

Being a Port Mafia executive was a hell of a lot more work than anyone gave it credit for.

Paperwork stacked up like a mountain, mission after mission piling on top of each other. It was exhausting, monotonous, and downright boring. Honestly, Chuuya Nakahara would rather be doing anything else—like lounging around with his girlfriend, enjoying some peace and quiet.

But noooooo, here they were, stuck helping the damn Armed Detective Agency track down lost kids. Lost kids. Of all the things they could be doing, this was the one that required his attention? And of course, Dazai had to be involved! Making everything ten times more ridiculous than it needed to be.

Can they be any more useless? Dazai especially.

The two of them were walking into the abandoned warehouse that the Agency told them to go to. The creaking of the old wooden floorboards echoing through the eerie silence. The air was thick with dust, the scent of rust and mildew hanging in the air. The dim light filtering through cracked windows did little to reveal what was hidden in the shadows. What the hell were they even looking for here?

"Stay close," Chuuya muttered, his eyes scanning the dim, dusty warehouse for any sign of movement. The Agency had given them little to go on—just that it was urgent. Typical. They were useless anyway, they just had to pull the Port Mafia into it

Without thinking, he reached for her wrist, his fingers closing around it. To anyone unfamiliar with them, it might have seemed rough, the grip firm and commanding. But to her, the way his thumb gently caressed the soft skin of her wrist spoke volumes. It was possessive, protective, yet tender, a silent promise that no matter what happened next, he wouldn’t let anything touch her.

A shift in the shadows caught his attention, and without hesitation, he pushed his girlfriend back gently, positioning himself between her and the potential threat. He wasn’t going to risk her getting hurt—especially not over something as stupid as a damn undercover mission.

The figure stepped into the light, a sneer playing at the corners of their lips, revealing the glint of a weapon in their hand. The stranger clearly didn’t want them here. They said nothing, just waiting for the two fo them to make their move.

"Great," Chuuya muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Just what I needed today."

He didn’t wait for the enemy to make a move. In one blink fo an eye, his ability, Upon the Tainted Sorrow or gravity-manipulation, swirling to life around him. The air grew heavy as the room seemed to constrict, pulling the very weight of the enemy toward him.

"Stay out of this, okay?" Chuuya added, voice low and sharp as he glanced back at his lover. "I’ll handle it."

She didn’t mind taking a step back. As much as she loves the action, it was nice having to relax. She knew that Chuuya won’t let her join anyway. She made sure she was a good ways away but she kept her guard up incase anything happens.

The enemy hesitated for a moment, clearly underestimating the red head. It was the last mistake they’d ever make. Chuuya grinned, the thrill of the fight lighting up his veins.

The two were in a stale mate, just staring, sizing each other up. Chuuya’s eyes narrowed as his fingers flexed, already manipulating the gravity around him. His opponent, a tall figure cloaked in shadow, sneered back, their hands glowing with an ethereal energy as they conjured a shimmering shield around themselves.

"You're in my world now," Chuuya muttered, his voice low and menacing as the power surged around him, his signature gravity manipulation pulsing through the air. A dangerous glint sparkled in his eyes, and the ground beneath his feet trembled as he prepared to strike. Chuuya lunged forward, floating using his ability. He then quickly switched, increasing his gravity, as he went in for a punch.

His opponent smirked, raising their arms as a translucent barrier appeared between them and Chuuya. The shield shimmered like glass, catching the light as it expanded, blocking Chuuya's punch but Chuuya wasn’t deterred.

He swung his hand sharply to the side, still using increased gravity to harden his punches. The air around them thickened, the ground beneath the enemy’s feet warping, pushing down on them with crushing force. The opponent’s shield flickered and bent as the pressure mounted, but they quickly raised their arms higher, creating another layer of defense.

Chuuya grinned, his confidence never wavering. "You really think that’ll save you?"

With a snap of his fingers, the gravity around the opponent spiked, sending them hurtling toward the ceiling. The shield cracked under the immense pressure, but it held for just a moment longer—long enough for Chuuya to close the distance. He dashed forward, his movements fast and fluid, and with a swift kick, he launched himself into the air, using the distorted gravity to propel him upward. His opponent’s shield flared as they desperately pushed back against the gravity, trying to maintain their defense. But Chuuya was faster.

He grabbed the edge of the shield with one hand and twisted the gravity around it. The shield bent under the pressure, splintering like brittle glass. In that same instant, he shot a surge of gravity downward, slamming his opponent to the ground with a bone-shaking thud. The opponent struggled to get up, their shield flickering, weakened but not entirely destroyed. "You’re resilient, I’ll give you that," Chuuya taunted, landing gracefully beside them. "But you ain’t beating me,”

With another snap of his fingers, the gravity reversed, yanking his opponent’s body into the air. They gasped, arms flailing, struggling to summon another shield. But Chuuya wasn’t about to give them the time. He snapped his fingers again, and the gravity came crashing down, sending his opponent slamming to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Chuuya grinned darkly as he increased the gravity around his opponent, forcing them to their knees. "How about we end this, yeah? Can’t keep my girl waiting." His voice dripped with impatience, the power swirling around him as he prepared to finish it.

After all, when you’re an executive for the Port Mafia, mercy isn’t exactly on the menu.

“Down, boy!”

Chuuya’s gaze snapped away from the kneeling man, irritation flaring as he turned to face his lover. He blinked a few times, trying to process what the hell she just said. “What the hell did you say to me?” he asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

She met his gaze, her expression unwavering. “Did I stutter?”

The silence between them stretched for a moment as Chuuya stood there, eyeing her with a mix of frustration and something else—something he couldn’t quite place. Finally, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, ma’am,” he muttered, his tone reluctantly submissive.

“That's What I thought.”

“You're annoying,” He scoffed. Which caused her to laugh. “You love me though.”

[ethereal-moonglitter]

game character!reader AU | general headcanons

About: In another parallel universe somewhere, Sylus, Zayne, Xavier, Caleb and Rafayel are just the common people who have the fattest crush on you, game character. Warnings: fem!reader. Author's note: I post it again (click to see an original post) because one reader asked me to do it recently. Unfortunately, I still have a lot of requests and I'm going to do a milestone event. So I haven't enough time to create a new writing blog as I promised. But, my dears, if you like this story and would like to request something about it or ramble, please feel free to request! Besides, I was thinking of doing their reaction to Nightly Rendezvous card, let me know if you're interested or share your ideas about their reaction!

Sylus

"Ahhh, why I am such a loser?!"

The sudden shout coming from the office made Sylus wince. It was Luke and Kieran, his subordinates, who neglected their duties again. Instead of work for the good of Onychinus Group, they were concerned about a video game.

"Should I reduce your salary?", Sylus loomed large around them. "Maybe then you can stop playing games instead of working"

"This is the last time!"

"We won't do it again, boss!"

Sylus raised his eyebrows skeptically. "You said that an hour ago. Besides, what's so interesting about this game?"

Oh, how wrong he was when he asked about it. The eyes of Luke and Kieran lighted up with excitement. They were eager to tell about this addictive game, Love and Deepspace, that won the hearts of people around the world. They dragged their boss down to hell.

"And today a new chapter was released! We unlocked a new character, (y/n)! She's our new favorite and we were trying to get her limited 5 star card, but, ugh, we suck at it", Kieran ranted.

"I can't believe! Boss, your presence brings good luck! I got (y/n)'s limited card!", screamed Luke and showed Sylus his phone screen.

There were you. And you were... hot. No, this simple word couldn't describe you. You were ethereal. Queen.

Sylus's eyes winded uncontrollably as he looked at you. It was the day when Sylus downloaded the game and… really got into it.

• You're Dragon Queen in a previous life and the head of 109 Zone, the Queen of underground world in this life. And you are the Queen of Sylus's heart. Oh, dear, falling in love with a game character was the last thing Sylus expected of his life. But can we blame him? No one resist your charms. • Sylus pretends that he's a very casual player who plays only when he wants to play. Hint: he wants to play every day. Especially he loves to open up the quality time menu to work or train with you. • He doesn't like MC at all. Like the creators, why? He wants to be your badass boss of Onychinus, not this wholesome boy. He secretly dreams about the day you will be aware of his existence. Or, at least, he wants to create not only MC appearance, but also his personality. • Being the boss of Onychinus Group, a very influential company that is engaged in the delivery of fruits and other... things, means that Sylus is a very reach person. And he is more than ready to invest all his own personal finances into you, his queen. All limited cards, the most beautiful and expensive clothes, Sylus has it all. How else? His queen deserves the best. • To clarify the situation, Sylus isn't interested in game and in other love interests. All he wants is you. Sometimes he asks Luke and Kieran in a voluntary-compulsory manner to read the chapters without you to unlock your chapters. • This is the reason why he has the max affinity level with you. And almost 0 with other love interests. • He is so whipped, oh. Luke and Kieran cringe every time they see him playing Love and Deepspace, because he looks at his screen with such of love and adoration as his fingers brushes against the cold surface gently. "Good evening, my queen", he whispers and kisses his screen. After this Luke and Kieran will never peep.

Xavier

"Look! That's young master Xavier! Ah, he is so handsome~"

"I heard that he's the young master of this Philo Clan, the most powerful family in our country".

"Really? But he is kinda... weird. He doesn't interact with anyone, he spends most of his time playing with his phone or sleeping. We are the classmates, so I know what I'm saying".

Xavier could hear the voices even over the music played on his earphones. But he wasn't interested because all he wanted was to get home as soon as he can, hole up in his room and play Love and Deepspace.

Xavier wanted to see you. He needed you. You, his guiding star, his princess, his favorite Love and Deepspace character. The only one reason Xavier wakes up in the morning.

Even though his home was always full of people, Xavier has always felt like he was alone in life. His parents were always busy, they were only interested in him as a future head of Philo Clan. But no one has wanted him, just Xavier. That's why he closed himself and started spending his time alone practicing fencing, listening to music and playing video games.

Love and Deepspace was just another video game. And Xavier didn't expect much of it. But then you appeared and he was smitten with you, a princess of Philos with saint powers. For the first time in his life, Xavier stayed up all night. He just couldn't stop playing, he wanted to find out more about you.

You are a ray of light in darkness of his life. His life, his body, his soul, all this belongs to you.

• First of all, Xavier is very possessive player. He is jealous of another players, even of MC! Yes, of course, his MC looks just like him and his name is Xavier too, but he is still not him. Not that he makes trouble or something like this, but the fact that you are not aware of his existence makes Xavier sooo disappointed. Not to mention that there are so many players that love you and post a lot of posts about you. Xavier tries to avoid it, because he feels that seeing you with another player or MC breaks his heart. • He'd lose his mind if he sees your NSFW pictures with another MC. He is about to call his hacker friend Jeremiah and ask to hack the account and delete all pictures. • Xavier is your the most loyal and devoted player. He plays only for you, he doesn't interested in other love interests. He reads only main story and your cards. Especially he likes quality time and ASMR, because these options make Xavier feel that you see him, not MC. • One more person, who very much wants you to be aware of his existence. He sleeps a lot because he can meet you in his dreams and he wished upon a falling stars to meet you in his next life. • He has completed reading all your bonds, memories and myths, maxed his affinity with you and acquired all your memories. He sleeps to the sound of your voice, he loves to talk to you, not to mention that he has so many your favorite voice lines and pictures, oh, that's crazy. Xavier is down bad. • Once a month the creators of Love and Deepspace receive an anonymous donation. It's an astronomical amount. And your birthday now is literally a national holiday followed by a fireworks, your face on all the posters, buildings and TV.

Caleb

Caleb grew up in the children's house and was adopted into a family. Despite a difficult childhood, Caleb was fine because you were with him. You always helped him fighting difficulties and cheered him up whenever Caleb was in a bad mood. You, his favorite character of Love and Deepspace.

At first, Caleb was skeptical of this video game. But his classmates and friends were obsessed by Love and Deepspace, so Caleb was just dragged into this. Why not, after all, it's just a game, he thought. Oh, this naive boy...

Honestly, the main love interests did not interest Caleb. He just read the main story and then you appeared. You were MC's childhood friend who grew up the children's house with him. And Caleb couldn't help but fell for you.

Then you died. In this chapter. Caleb was so disappointed, he nearly crashed his phone and stopped playing for a while. Until his friends shared with him the amazing news, Love and Deepspace reveal a new love interest, you.

Oh, how happy Caleb was! He opened Love and Deepspace after a few months break and started playing again. He completed the all chapters in a day just to unlock your story.

And as soon as you appeared again, Caleb became obsessed with you, cool and badass colonel who has a softest spot for MC.

• Caleb is a little... toxic player. He wants you to be only his and he also doesn't like the way you are so popular. Not that Caleb is jealous of other players, but... He is better than they all, right? He wants to love and protect you and treat you how you deserve to be treated. That's why every time Caleb sees the players say something disrespectful he goes crazy. No mercy, he will destroy them all. • Caleb is so disappointed that there are so many good cards and events without you. Like why? He aggressively waits for more your content and he completed reading all your bonds, memories and myths. • Like the others, Caleb absolutely isn't interested in other love interests. Sometimes he finds them annoying because they distract MC from you. MC (him, Caleb) and you are the couple made in heaven, they should always be together. Not to mention that there wasn't enough your content, so why the creators continue to add other love interests in your story. That's not fair! • He wants to become an astronaut and find you one day. Because maybe you're exist somewhere far away in space. And Caleb will get into a spaceship and go in search of you. • Oh, Caleb is obsessed. Like he collects your merch, you voice lines, your arts, your fanfics, your pictures, literally everything. He wants to surround yourself with you. He trains every day with you, sometimes he keeps the quality time open throughout the day. Caleb just wants to spend every minute with you.

Rafayel

"Mister Rafayel, you're famous artist, tell our readers what inspires you?", asked him interviewer.

"My muse, of course", confidently replied Rafayel.

"Oh! Tell us more about her, please! Who is she?!", interviewer wasn't able to hide his excitement.

"It's...", Rafayel paused, the interviewer held his breath preparing for a sensation. His eyes wide with excitement. "... a secret", Rafayel winked at camera. Interviewer sighed in frustration.

Yes, you were his muse. Mistress of a Deep Sea, an ethereal Siren, his Goddess, you the character of a video game, Love and Deepspace.

If someone told Rafayel a year ago, that he'll fall in love in a fictional girl, he'd probably wouldn't believe them. But it happened a few month ago when he heard your unearthly voice for the first time. Rafayel had the worst art block ever. He stumbled down the street in search of inspiration.

And then he heard you... You, a beautiful siren, hummed quietly to yourself from the big screen. Rafayel forgot how to breathe, because, ugh, it was the first time he saw someone so beautiful.

Rafayel downloaded the game and started playing on the same day. He became so absorbed so he forgot to sleep and eat. His manager, Tomas, found Rafayel a two days later with bruises under his eyes as he played Love and Deepspace with breathless interest.

You brought him back to life. You inspired him. Because of you Rafayel created many paintings. And each of them dedicated to you, his muse.

• Rafayel maintains a blog about you called (y/n)shusband. But he mostly posts your arts he did himself. This blog is very popular, because his arts are just so perfect. Rafayel truly believes that the animation of game does not convey all your beauty. So he does an ethereal arts of you. • He loves playing with photo booth. He spent a fortune on the clothes for you and his MC to make an aesthetic photos. You and his MC are the most beautiful pair in the world of Love and Deepspace fans. • Even though Rafayel does his best to stay cool when he plays Love and Deepspace, he fails every time. Thomas can tell that Rafayel is playing his favorite game, because his ears and cheeks are so red. He smiles like a lovesick fool while watching your cards. The way Rafayel tries to hide it is very fun. Ah, he is just head over heels. Can we blame him? Of course no. • Rafayel doesn't care about other love interests. You're his precious Siren, he doesn't want to waste his time on someone else. • He goes crazy because he. wants. to. hear. your. singing. Your voice is so ethereal, you're a siren, but he has never head your singing. Rafayel is ready to snap, crackle and pop every time he reads just a description of your singing without your voice line. • Poor Thomas has to remind Rafayel about his work and deadlines. Otherwise he forgets about it.

Zayne

"Greyson, come here", Yvonne called him waving her hand. "Look, doctor Zayne smiles as he looks at his phone. Maybe he got a girlfriend?"

Grayson peers cautiously into the room. His colleague was right. Their cold and distant Zayne had the softest smile on his face. He sighed dreamingly and murmured: "Thank you, (y/n)".

Then he turned off the phone. Greyson and Yvonne ran away, afraid of being discovered. But they were gagging to found out who (y/n) is. They didn't know that the answer was simple. You were a game character Zayne had a fattest crush on. A secret crush, of course.

Even though Zayne doesn't seem like this, but he likes to play video games in his spare time. Of course he was interested in a new game, Love and Deepspace, it promised to be interesting. Especially because one of the characters was a healer. But Zayne didn't expect that he would have got it bad for a game character, you.

You were a healer who worked in a hospital. Your personality, your beauty, your dedication, all of this made Zayne fall in love with you. Yes, that was silly, but he couldn't do anything. He was in love. Once and for all.

• Even though Zayne is interested in story he is very loyal. If he wants to see something like myth to learn more about the plot, he just watches it on YouTube. He isn't interested in other love interests at all though. He is hopelessly in love with you. • What are you doing with his heart? Every time Zayne looks at you his heart beats like crazy and he has the butterflies in his stomach. He never expected that a crush on a game character can be so deep and intense. • Zayne adores the calendar reminders option. Every time he sees "It's time to work doctor Zayne! Have a good day!", Zayne loses his mind and feels that he's ready to move mountains. • He is very chill about your fans, another players and this stuff, Zayne just cherishes these moments the two of you share. This is his little world. • Zayne is very busy so he hasn't a lot of time to play, but he open the game every day before running and opens quality time to work together. The way you are always with him warms his heart.

[ethereal-moonglitter]

rin itoshi writes love letters to you in his email drafts but deletes them knowing he’ll never have the courage to send them to you

[ethereal-moonglitter]

Head empty only

Rin Itoshi learning about your habits and the little things you do because he looks at you a little too much. He will never admit it though. He always knows what's wrong because you do that little thing and it pisses him off that he knows.

Like he hates that he knows whenever you are sad or nervous cause what the ever living fuck is he gonna do?? SO he just awkwardly holds your hand if you fiddle with your fingers or he puts his hand on your knee if you keep bouncing it.

He even buys fidgets if you're the type that can't stay still or chew on things to calm down.

And he won't admit that he bought it for you ‼️‼️

Rin :((

[ethereal-moonglitter]

Pouty Nagi

Nagi Seishiro x gn reader

Word count: 1.2k

Pouty nagi won the poll! Feedback is greatly appreciated since this is my first time writing for Blue lock. Also ifk what happened the drabble became a oneshot

"Uhhh.... Sei, sweetheart, what are you doing?"

You look down at your lap to see your boyfriend, Nagi Seishiro. His head was on your knee as his hands rested on your thigh. He looked at you silently for a while. He looked like a puppy begging for attention as he was positioned like this. "You've been working on that for hours now," He said, pouting, his voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. He shifted his position, his hands now resting under his chin, and his gaze fixed on you with a little more insistence. "Look at me," he murmured, almost whining.

That elicited a soft laugh from you. You couldn’t help it, he was adorable. "I'm looking at you."

He huffed at your response, a little more irritated than before, and gently smacked your thigh. It wasn’t hard, but there was an edge to it. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate your witty reply. "Don’t act coy. You know what I mean," he muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly. His voice had that familiar mix of annoyance and sulkiness, a tone that was so uniquely his.

You merely rolled your eyes and patted his head, which seemed to placate him temporarily. Your hands comb through his hair rhythmically. He closed his eyes as you scratched his scalp. And he practically melted at your touch, his body going slack in contentment. His bliss didn’t last long, though. As soon as your hand slowly stopped, he opened his eyes again, staring at you blankly for a while.

With a little sigh, he shifted his approach. He sat beside you, the smallest bit of space left between the two of you, just in case you didn’t want it. He looked at you longingly, his pout still evident on his face. He wasn’t quite touching you, but the way his gaze lingered on you clearly said it all—pay attention to me.

And still, nothing.

He sighed louder this time, leaning back on the couch in a mockingly dramatic way, like you were making him work for this attention. He started watching what you were doing, but his eyes drifted away after a while. You were so boring for focusing on that instead of him. Eventually, he shifted again, this time lying his head on your shoulder with a deep sigh. His weight was heavier now, but his touch was light, barely there. It was like he was testing you.

You could feel the irritation building in him, his frustration palpable. He wanted your attention, and you were taking too long. He tilted his head, chin resting on your shoulder now. As he yawned, his arms stretched lazily, and his fingers brushed against your arm. A subtle attempt at a touch. Then, his hand found its way to your side, his fingers grazing just lightly, the touch unmistakably trying to get your attention.

You immediately knew what he was doing, but instead of responding, you decided to keep working, dragging out the moment a little longer.

His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Why aren’t you giving him the attention he deserves? You’d acknowledged his existence! It wasn’t fair. His nose scrunched up slightly, clearly frustrated with the fact that he had to go through all these little motions for something so simple. Somthing he should always be getting—your attention.

He huffed again, louder this time, and then finally let the words slip out in a semi-irritated, semi-sarcastic tone. "You're really ignoring me now, huh?"

This definitely caught your attention. "What makes you say that?" You asked, finally taking a good look at him.

He rolled his eyes, as if the answer was obvious. "Well, you’re looking at that thing more than me, so I guess I’m not even worth looking at." He pointed to the thing you were working on. Was he jealous? Or needy? You can’t tell. Either way, you had a very pouty and sulky Nagi.

You chuckled softly. You definitely should take a break, and cuddles do seem like a great solution for the headache from working. "Alright, alright. You have my attention now," You said as you turned to wrap your arms around him.

Before you could even react, his face was already on your chest. He hastily wrapped his arms around your waist and huffed, his voice laced with a pout. "Finally, geez. It’s like I don’t even exist when you're focused on other things."

You laughed softly, but he didn’t seem to appreciate your amusement. He buried his face further into your chest, as if trying to hide his sulking expression. You could feel his breathing deepen, like he was taking in the comfort of the moment. His arms tightened slightly around your waist, and you heard the faintest whine come from him.

"You're annoying." he murmured into your shirt, his voice muffled. "You’re supposed to be paying attention to me. I hate when you get all focused on work. I mean, I'm right here." He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his eyes still a little narrowed in irritation, but there was something soft underneath it. A quiet vulnerability that you knew Nagi rarely showed. "I just want to be with you, okay?"

His tone softened, but the pout never left his lips. You ran your fingers through his hair again, and this time, he leaned into the touch, his body relaxing completely.

"I know, Sei," you whispered, feeling a sense of warmth fill you as you hugged him closer. "But you know I need to get this done. It's not because I don't want to be with you." You kissed the top of his head, your voice gentle and coaxing him to calm down.

He huffed, but it was lighter this time, a trace of his usual playfulness returning. "I guess I’ll just have to remind you which is more important?" He lifted his head just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze mischievous, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I won’t let you get away with this for long."

You couldn’t help but smile at his determination, even though you knew he was being a little dramatic. "Okay, okay, you win," you said with a sigh, half-exasperated, half-amused. You moved whatever it was you were working on to another table. It was hard to deny him. "You have my full attention now, love, Happy?"

He nodded sagely, a grin finally spreading across his face. "Very," he said with an exaggerated sigh of relief, like he’d just won a battle. His arms tightened again around you, and this time you didn’t mind, letting him pull you closer.

For a few moments, you both just stayed there in the quiet, your fingers absently running through his hair while his face was tucked into your chest. You could feel him relax more with each passing second, the tension from before slowly melting away.

But of course, Nagi wasn’t going to stay still for long.

"Now that I have you," he murmured, shifting a little so his face was nestled against your neck. "Can we do something more fun? You know... like a movie or something?" He yawned dramatically, clearly wanting to shift your focus elsewhere. A slight mischievous appeared on his face. "I’ve been a good boy now, so I deserve it, right?"

You chuckled, already knowing what was coming. "Fine, fine, you’ve earned it."

"Finally," he said with a satisfied grin, closing his eyes as he let his weight fall more comfortably against you. "I knew you'd see it my way."

It was hard not to indulge him when he was so persistent and so utterly adorable in his own, Nagi-like way.

[ethereal-moonglitter]

Blue lock men and their soulmate aus

This piece is for the Soulmate au writing collab! All writers are free to join <3 Just check out this post. (here)

Characters included: Sae Itoshi, Rin Itsohi, and Isagi Yoichi (I'll add more characters if people like it)

Through every lifetime, it is you I seek, a whispered longing my soul speaks.

Sae Itoshi - Colors upon first touch

❥︎ Pre-spain! Sae was excited to see who his soulmate was. He always wanted to see colors. He wondered if he would be better at football if he does.

❥︎ He absolutely adores the concept of someone waiting for him. Someone who will complete him.

❥︎ After this trip to Spain though? Things changed. He thinks the whole thing is stupid. Why bother go to lengths to find someone anyway?

❥︎ His only goal is to be the best in football. Soulmates are just distractions. He didn't need that at all!

❥︎ His would was colorless, as it had always been, why would he desire to see color when he can see just fine?

❥︎ Sometimes he finds himself wondering if he is able to find his. Especially since Rin found his first. (that damn brat)

❥︎ Sae was curious, yes. But he never tried looking or genuinely care about it because he has football.

❥︎ He didn't want to meet his soulmate... Or so he thought.

Right after the U-20 Japan vs. Blue Lock match, Sae Itoshi couldn't deny the surprise twisting in his chest. Losing to a bunch of rookies? Unbelievable. He scoffed, shaking his head as he stepped out of the locker room. If those rookies had managed to get past him, then he needed to train harder. That was all there was to it.

Lost in thought, he barely noticed when he collided with someone. But then—everything shifted. His dull, monochrome world flickered—no, exploded—into color. He gasped softly at the sudden appearance of color. The dull world he lived in suddenly appeared alive, it felt worth living for.

His gaze snapped around, sharp and searching. Who was it? Who the hell just bumped into him? He had to find them. Now. Because whether he liked it or not, he knew exactly what had just happened.

He’d found his soulmate.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of you—just as lost, scanning the crowd. His pulse slowed, the noise around him fading into nothing. For a moment, it was just the two of you, locked in place like the universe had forced a pause.

His lips curled into the faintest smirk.

"Tch. Found you… you brat."

Rin Itoshi - Dream walking

❥︎ He really didn't understand the importance of soulmates, even when he was younger.

❥︎ He saw how his brother used to fantasize about finding his soulmate. And at first, he too wanted to meet them. But as he grew older, he also found it to be a distraction.

❥︎ He thought he didn't have one at first. Cause he can see color, unlike his brother.

❥︎ It was until he turned 15 did it start happening. He fell asleep once day then he saw you. Well... somewhat of you.

❥︎ He can see you! But once he wakes up, he forgets what you look like. And people say that was normal. That you forget what they look like when you wake up but once you see them you know.

❥︎ He was standoff-ish at first. When you first appeared, he didn't bother talking to you. You were a distraction!

❥︎ But slowly, he finds himself genuinely enjoying your company and he feels as if he is falling in love with the human blob in his dreams

❥︎ Then he blurted out that he was having a huge match. That they should met there. He didn't think they would actually agree.

"I have a match soon. You should come," Rin said, his tone flat, almost like it didn’t matter.

"Come? To where?" you asked, stepping closer. The two of you stood in your usual spot—a football field, because of course, even in his sleep, football was the only thing on his mind.

"You know my name. Just come," he replied, as if that was enough explanation.

You couldn’t help but laugh. But before you could say anything else—

He jolted awake. Dammit... You were so slow to answer.

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The U-20 Japan vs. Blue Lock match hadn’t started yet. But that didn’t mean Rin would stop training. Not yet. He was in the gym, body tense with focus, warming up for the game ahead. He barely noticed anything else. It was just him and his equipment. But then..

"Hello"

A voice. One he knew. One that had engraved itself in his mind whether he was awake or asleep. He knew that voice from anywhere.

"So this is where you’ve been?"

His muscles locked up mid-movement. His breath caught. He knew that voice. He’d always known it. He slowly put down the weights he was holding. And slowly, he turned.

And this time, it wasn’t some blurry, half-forgotten figure in the back of his mind. It wasn't some human blob that he can't for the life of him make out the details. It was you. Like really you.

"You’re here," he muttered, almost like he didn’t believe it.

Yoichi Isagi - First words tattoo

❥︎ One day he woke up with a "Oh my god? Your eyes are so pretty" written on his wrist.

❥︎ His first reaction was to fangirl, cause what? the first thing his soulmate says to him is he is so pretty? What?

❥︎ If his soulmate finds him pretty, that means they'll have smth good right? Oh please let that be!

❥︎ Next, he finds himself staring at anyone and everyone, hoping to find that one person that finds his eyes pretty.

❥︎ When he was in middle school, he made sure that everyone can see his eyes! He wants to find his love as soon as possible.

❥︎ But once he entered Blue lock? he practically forgot about it. Suddenly his entire attention was driven away..

❥︎ He was so focused on his career that his desire to find his soulmate lessened. He needed to be the best striker!

❥︎ He was so focused in fact that even in his break, he was thinking about football when..

Isagi was on his way to hang out with his friends, finally getting a rare chance to rest and relax without the pressure of constant competition. He let out a small sigh of relief, enjoying the thought of just unwinding for once.

But, as usual, football was still on his mind. His thoughts drifted to the practice match he had later—strategies, plays, how he could improve. So lost in thought, he barely paid attention to his surroundings.

That was until he walked straight into someone.

Snapped out of his daze, Isagi blinked as he locked eyes with the person in front of him. They stared at each other for a moment. The stranger seemed so entranced by his eyes for some reason. But then the stranger suddenly blurted out, "Oh my god, your eyes are so pretty."

Isagi stiffened, caught completely off guard. "Hah?" His mind scrambled for a response—why was that the first thing they said? He blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what the stranger had said

Then it clicked.

His expression shifted as realization dawned. His eyes widened slightly before a small grin tugged at his lips. "It’s you!"

Time and time again, I fall into your embrace, No fate nor distance can ever erase.