#traumatizing chuuya again

[unicornpopcorn14]

Skk angst scenarios that live in my head rent free but I have no courage/time to write them as a full fic (Part 1):

Tw: (temporary) character death, detailed description of wounds, bit of gore, blood, and anguish overall...

Link to the fic on ao3 at the bottomless pit that is this post! :D

Teen skk, where Dazai gets a nasty blow during a mission, the kind that hurls his body a couple of feet in the air until gets abruptly stopped by an object.

But it's not something Chuuya hasn't seen him withstand before. In fact, Chuuya had met Dazai that way, sending his weak ass flying before he or Hirotsu had a chance to blink. So he ignores the wailing urge to go check and focuses on taking care of their powerful enemy.

Until he does go check, reaching his passed out partner in careful strides in case he's faking it like the bastard has last time, and his knees fail him.

Dazai isn't breathing.

Dazai... isn't alive.

And Chuuya would be damned to let him get his way so fucking easily.

He gets on with perforning cpr before his mind can even register what's going on. One set, two, three...

Fifty...

Dazai, clearly, is a stubborn fucking bastard, clinging to death with his nails and teeth now that he'd tasted its alleviation. Chuuya is going to snatch his relief no matter what, he's not gonna let him win, he's not, he won't-

Arahabaki stirs inside, howling curses without fear now that his tamer is out of the picture. Chuuya can't handle it-

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"

He wants nothing more than to feel No Longer human again...

This turned into a full fic without my consent ┐⁠(⁠￣v￣⁠)⁠┌ enjoyyy~

Also, tysm to @kauenelikha for beta-ing this!! <33

Part 2.1→

[sableeira]

every time I see a new hoshikawa artwork this need grows exponentially

[mania-sama]

"Maybe I won't lose all of my friends in the next universe..."

The next universe:

... "...but I was there. What did you mean you were alone?"

[ettaevie]

"I told you why I let you into the group, right?...You looked like you wanted to destroy everything in your path, burn it all to the ground in revenge. Still do."

Currently rereading Stormbringer and this line from Phantom Piano Man to Chuuya is once again living rent free in my mind.

Like just the thought of Piano Man seeing hurt, volatile, freshly betrayed 15 year old Chuuya wanting to raze everything to the ground and thinking "Yeah, the solution here is to invite him into my family and show him kindness"...They make me SICK

[lotus-pear]

what if ur current fav character wore ur childhood fav character's outfit

CHUUYA WEARING MADOKAS DRESS FROM PMMM LMFAO😭😭😭 wish i could draw that but idk how to draw dresses anymore since ive spent six months drawing men in trench coats AND ALSO i don't remember how she looks i think there were hair ribbons and i remember her wearing pink but that's abt it :(((

[chiara-hotel]

If you got Kidnapped Characters: Blade, Chuuya & Arlecchino

- Would turn the universe upside down to find you

- Blade would find out from a coworker when they return from a mission without you-depending on who it is Blade might threaten to slash them on the spot

- After the threats hes off, none of the Stellaron Hunters could find him at the base-Kafka's confident he went to go fetch you though

- If need be, Silver wolf could get him information on the targets and such since its not exactly his strong suit

- Once he finds out who did this they're dead on sight

- He has such a soft spot for you-murdering all of those who dare cross him and then he rushes towards you, still covered in blood

- When you finally reunite you can tell that hes obviously worried-no matter how much he may deny it

- After that, he becomes incredibly clingy-not leaving you alone for a second

- Blade also gets more physical with you showing more affection, more cuddles

- Most likely a rival mafia or gang would be the one to kidnap you-threaten to scratch you up a bit in exchange for info, money, etc.

- But Chuuya has the resources to find you-Money and Power

- So, in less than 7 hours you are found

- He'll send in his subordinates to kill everyone in sight and then his priority is finding you

- Depending on who kidnapped you he would take their leader back to the base to torture and spill information out of him

- Meanwhile he'll spoil you with cuddles, kisses, snacks, anything to make it up to you after such a traumatic experience

- Now once again she does have the status to easily eliminate a target

- With how well known she is within the fatui, usually you aren't harmed

- Now if you were kidnapped it would be from someone who didn't know who you're dating and who Arlecchino was

- They probably wanted money but death was granted to them instead

- Arlecchino immediately searches out for you, she has help from some of the other Fatui harbingers as well as her team and the house of the hearth (though she tries to keep them out of trouble)

- After the event she would plan a small date night for you-nothing too big

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[lightreader1]

Fanfic idea - Chuuya the Chihuahua 

Prompt: Chuuya gets turned into a tiny dog and gets picked up by Atsushi

Actual idea-

The idea is simple Chuuya during a fight accidentally gets hit with a skill that turns him into a dog. 

He ends up getting kinda beat up and the skill user escapes so he can’t just kill the guy and go back to normal. 

And Chuuya of course hates every f-ing second  of this because he knows the quickest way to get this solved is to go to Dazai. 

So Chuuya the fluffy, red and white, and super injured looking Chihuahua limps his fluffy butt to where he thinks the agency is. All the while growling like the tiny pissed off doggo he is and still holding his hat in his tiny jaws. 

That it is until he faints due to his injuries.

He awakens sore and feeling like shit but warmer. Oh look at that there is a cute guy who had seemed to taken care of his injuries and is giving himself some rice and chicken. 

And Atsushi, sweet Atsushi just want to make sure that the doggo is healthy and okay but not wanting to traumatize the poor dog with Yosano. 

I just love the idea of Atsushi just carrying around Chuuya, while Chuuya (who’s pride has taken a huge hit) actually enjoy’s being in this guys arms, being kissed, and so on. 

Of course Chuuya tries his best not to take advantage of Atsushi in this situation. 

But this does make when Atsushi takes him to the agency to get his health checked more awkward. 

Cause I can imagine that as soon as Chuuya see’s Dazai he just runs after him so he can go back to being human again. 

Of course once Chuuya turns back Dazai immediately makes fun of him for actually being a tiny dog. 

While Chuuya super pissed and flustered goes over to apologize to Atsushi and maybe asks him out on a date.

[violetbutterflix]

Kinktober masterlist here!

2.Vampire Chuuya:

Warnings: biting, marking, light bondage, and fem!reader

Summary: As a vampire hunter, it’s your duty to protect civilians from danger—especially from bloodthirsty vampires that rise with the night. It’s your job to capture the most wanted vampire in the village, not the other way around.

You are on night duty, walking through the forest to ensure no intruders enter the village. It’s so quiet that you can hear your own breath, along with the familiar sounds of the forest animals. Normally, this wouldn’t bother you, but after a traumatic experience you've had in the past, you’ve learned never to let your guard down. Suddenly, you can feel predatory eyes watching you, waiting for the right moment to attack.

Instinctively, you turn around and find a figure dangerously close. The dim moonlight illuminates his face just enough to reveal his features. It’s another vampire—one whose face you’ve seen on wanted posters. He carries a high bounty, making him the top target for other vampire hunters. Without hesitation, you draw your pistol and shoot.

Usually you would give a warning, but not this time. Chuuya dodges the silver bullet effortlessly and then raises a leg to hit you in the side of the face. You deflect the attack with your arm, forcing him to retreat and jump back. With some distance, you raise your pistol again and aim at him a second time.

“I will not miss this time.” You threaten, your cold ice eyes sharply fixed on him.

Now that you have a better look at him, you have to admit. He looks very handsome with soft ginger hair, probably the one with the most attractive vampire you’ve encountered in all of your years hunting them down. The trim of his fedora hat covers his eyes, giving him that mysterious aura that makes you want to discover more about his identity.

"Another damn vampire hunter in my territory. You must have a death wish." Chuuya ignores your threat, cracking his knuckles twice, each time with a loud sound. With a wide smirk, he says, "Good, I was bored as hell anyway. Do me a favor: don't die too fast.”

You shoot again, directly at him. He doesn't even try to dodge as he charges toward you. There's no way your bullet can miss—you're sure of it. So where is it?

Your eyes widen when you see the bullet clenched between his white teeth. Instinctively, your free hand reacts, throwing a punch at his face. His quick movements allow him to easily escape your strike, but you manage to brush against his hair. Then Chuuya vanishes into thin air.

Now you understand why his bounty is so high—not many vampires can teleport like that. He clearly has far better combat skills than the others you've killed before. Before you can figure out where he’s gone, an arm wraps around your neck from behind. You twist your head, aiming your pistol at his chest, and shoot again. But he raises his leg, kicking the pistol out of your grasp. The silver bullet misses his heart, hitting the side of his chest instead. His suit tears, revealing a small trail of blood.

His arm tightens around you, making it hard for you to breathe. His free gloved hand holds both of your wrists behind your back as he pins you against a nearby tree. “You seem to forget that we vampires get stronger at night, huh?”

“Fuck you vampire…” You curse, trying to escape his tight grip, but unfortunately, you can't. His arm leaves your neck, reaching into your pocket. Then you feel something against your wrists, a hard material holding them in place. Is Chuuya using your own rope to tie you up?

“A feisty one, huh?” he smirks, softly whispering as he nibbles the shell of your ear. Your threats mean nothing to him; they're rather amusing.“You better watch your words. You’re under my control.”

His other gloved hand travels to your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. He aggressively pulls the fabric down to your back, revealing your clear, glowing skin under the moonlight. His hand moves to your face, covering your eyes as he tilts your head. You feel his tongue on your skin, trailing from your shoulder to your neck, as if he’s savoring a delicious five star dish before him.

He opens his mouth, revealing long, sharp fangs before sinking them deep into your flesh. You groan in pain as he drinks your blood hungrily, as though he's been starved for centuries, and your blood is the only thing that can quench his thirst. It’s like a drug to him, making him crave more until he's completely overdosed. His legs in between yours, knee slowly rubbing against your crotch.

You feel absolutely disgusted by him sucking your blood and by allowing yourself to be this vulnerable. And you're even more disgusted with yourself for enjoying it, taking some form of pleasure despite the pain.

“You wanted this, don't you doll?” Chuuya teases, kissing the area that he has bitten on your neck. “You think I haven't seen how you always try to chase after me these months like a desperate little slut? Now look at you; you're here and looking at me with those pretty eyes of yours.”

You hiss, not denying his assumption. “Like what?”

His lips move down to your exposed shoulder, dropping small kisses. “Like you want to be eaten.” He bites you again, harder than before. You can feel his fangs pierce deeper, almost reaching your bones.

You let out a moan, the sound echoing through the silent forest. Chuuya laughs when he hears such a cute noise. His hand trails down to your chin, tilting your head as his thumb traces your lower lip. He then places a forceful kiss on your lips, biting your lower lip. You kiss him back, giving him a taste of his own medicine, as your tongues fight against each other, neither of you willing to give in during this heated moment. His knee separates from your crotch, replacing with his growing bulge inside. You can feel how big it is. Your panties get wetter every second.

He pulls away, causing a strand of saliva to form between your wet tongue and his. “Fuck, doll, I think I’m starting to like you now.” His mouth returns to assault your skin, biting you until you're covered in his marks, claiming his territory. You are his joy, his prized possession in life.

"You're mine. The only one who gets to see you like this and take your blood is me. Understood?”

You don't object to his claim, only nodding as you moan. You need him badly, your body craving for him to fuck you however he wants—to be at his mercy. He understands that too. “So fucking wet for me already? How cute.”

Eagerly, he pulls down your pants to your ankle and your panties in a swift motion; his own pants and boxers fall down right after. Both of his hands are now settled on your ass, spreading your cheeks as he puts his free huge cock in the middle.

“The night is still young, so let's get the fun started, pretty doll.”

@thewickedjazzy

[cocktailjjrs]

Don't mind my language but.... THE FUCK IS THIS!!!!

This chapter was NUTSSSS.... I have no idea what will happen now that Dostoevsky has evoked/created/instigated(????) a tripolar singularity... We know normal singularities are like a doom that befell the earth, this one might just end it all if not taken care of soon.

The highlight of this chapter.... We got Dostoevsky's ability, which is terrifying to say the least...

Because, how the FUCK is he supposed to be killed!!!!

At this rate, he might actually be acquainted with Jesus and i won't be surprised!

Then there is this-

This actually looks traumatizing... And horrifying...

(On that note: RIP Bram, you'll be missed)

The shocked look on everyone's face and the smug smile on Dostoevsky's makes this situation worse... it's all going according to his plan

Even Ranpo was stressed, which we've seen sooo rarely

and again that SMILE!!! He sure is enjoying this

Plus, now that Dostoevsky's in Yokohama, that means he is far away from Meursault... that also implies Dazai and Chuuya (and sigma) will be fine and ALIVE till the end of this conflict atleast (can't say the same about the one's in Yokohama)

Becauseeeee, boy!!! Dazai looks so stressed and he is still INJURED! They both need a long long vacation (alive!)

But while writing this i realised we still have Gogol there in Meursault, so no one's still completely safe i guess.

The endless possibilities of how it can go from here!!!

Ohh, i loved this chapter!!!

[dollipearl]

SELF LOVE

synopsis; It happened during a mission that should’ve been routine.

Chuuya Nakahara was facing off against a powerful ability user threatening to tear Yokohama apart. When negotiations failed and the situation turned critical, he made the only choice he could—he activated Corruption.

But something went wrong.

Dazai wasn’t there to nullify it this time. Chuuya pushed past his limits, forcing control through sheer will. Gravitational energy spiraled out wildly, warping the air, shattering concrete. Space itself began to twist.

Then came the sound—a deafening, unnatural crack—as if the sky itself had split open. Above him, a rift yawned wide, glowing with violent, violet light.

He barely had time to curse before it pulled him in.

You watched him quietly as he leaned back in the passenger seat, jaw tight, hands braced on his knees like the earth might drop out from under him at any second.

He wasn’t saying anything, but you could see the tension building behind his eyes. Every breath was just a little too controlled. His shoulders weren’t moving. Like if he let go for even a second, he might fly apart at the seams.

You could almost see it behind his eyes—the gears turning at impossible speed, struggling to compute a reality that didn’t play by the rules he was familiar with anymore.

“Okay,” you said gently, “you want proof?”

His eyes flicked toward you. Wary. Guarded.

You held up a hand in surrender. “Not fanart. I’m not gonna traumatize you. Just… factual stuff. The wiki page, maybe?”

He didn’t respond, but he didn’t object either.

You pulled out your phone, opened the page—“Chuuya Nakahara—Bungou Stray Dogs”, and handed it to him carefully—like you were offering a live grenade. “It’s… not perfect, but it covers the basics. Plot summaries. Affiliations. Timeline stuff.”

He took it slowly, fingers brushing yours—cold and tense.

The wiki page loaded. Character profile, stats, affiliations, quotes. An image from the anime sat right at the top—him, scowling mid-battle, gravity swirling around him in arcs of crimson.

He stared at it for a long time. Long enough that the screen dimmed and you had to reach your hand out to tap it again.

You didn’t interrupt. Didn’t speak.

Outside, the parking lot buzzed faintly under the streetlights, a passing breeze stirring dry leaves along the pavement. But inside the car, the silence was close. Thick.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as his expression shifted—barely—but enough for you to catch it. Brows pulling together, lips pressing into a tight line. He scrolled through the article slowly, and you saw his thumb pause at lines like “Port Mafia Executive”, “Corruption: A high-risk ability that destroys Chuuya’s rationality in exchange for immense power”, and “Often paired with…”—he stopped there for a long second—“…Osamu Dazai.”

Then he exhaled.

It wasn’t dramatic. Just quiet. Like all the weight of what he’d read settled in his chest, and he finally stopped trying to fight it.

He tossed the phone gently in your direction, and you fumbled to catch it, startled. It landed half in your lap, screen down.

Chuuya leaned back in the seat again, head tipping against the window, one hand coming up to drag through his hair, elbow resting against the door, gaze fixed out the window. He didn’t look angry. He didn’t even look shocked anymore.

He just looked… breathless. Like the weight of this world had finally caught up and settled on his chest.

His voice, when it came, was faint. Strained. “It’s real.”

You nodded, not that he was looking at you. “Yeah. It is.”

“I’m not supposed to exist here.” His hand tightened slightly over his knee. “Everything I know… it’s fiction… Here at least it is.”

You stared at him for a moment, unsure what to say. What could you say?

You didn’t have an answer for that. Not a good one, anyway.

So you reached back into your bag and picked up the can of cola you’d bought for yourself. It was still cold. Unopened.

You held it out to him without a word.

He glanced over, eyebrows pulling slightly.

“I figured,” you said quietly. “Caffeine helps me when I’m losing my grip. Sugar too. And the cold carbonation is grounding in a weird way.”

He stared at the can, then back at you.

For a moment, you didn’t think he’d take it. But then he did—without a comment—and stared at the label for a second too long.

You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until the soft crack-hiss of the tab broke the silence. He took a slow sip, expression unreadable, then lowered it to rest against his knee.

“Thanks,” he muttered, voice rough.

It wasn’t much. But it was the first thing he’d said in minutes.

You gave him a small smile. “You’re welcome.”

Neither of you said anything else right away.

Another sip. His hands weren’t trembling, but they were close. Still tense. Still braced like gravity might flip upside down again any second.

You looked at him—not the character on your screen, not the anime version, but the man sitting in your passenger seat, real and rattled and lost.

“…You’re not alone,” you said, quiet. “We’ll figure this out.”

He didn’t answer.

The cola fizzed quietly in his hand. The sky deepened from indigo to black. And the world kept turning—slow and strange and a little sideways—with a fictional man sitting in your passenger seat, trying to remember how to breathe.

The silence stretched again, thick enough to wrap around your throat. Chuuya didn’t speak, just sat there, the can of cola loose in his hand, eyes still pinned to the dark parking lot beyond the windshield.

You cleared your throat. “So… home?”

No response.

“Home,” you repeated, a little softer. “We’ll go home.”

That got a reaction.

He glanced at you, eyes shadowed but not quite as sharp as before. Then gave a single, almost imperceptible nod.

It was enough.

You exhaled like you’d been holding your breath for years. “Cool. Great. Okay.”

You turned the key in the ignition, shifting the car into gear and pulling slowly out of the lot. The glow of the streetlights faded behind you as you merged onto the quiet road, headlights carving a path through the dusk.

For a while, there was only the soft hum of the engine and the occasional whisper of tires against pavement.

Then you spoke again, keeping your tone casual. “I guess I should… introduce myself. Y’know. Since you should know what to call the person carting you through the suburbs in a shitty Honda.”

Chuuya didn’t look over, but you felt the tiniest shift in his posture. Listening.

You reached into your bag, pulled out your lanyard, and held it out toward him. “That’s me. I work in marketing. Thrilling, I know.”

He took it, his fingers brushing yours briefly as he studied the plastic ID card. Photo. Name. Laminate edges dulled from use. Office logo in the corner.

Then, to your horror, he pinched it lightly between his fingers and bent it.

BENT IT.

“Don’t—!” you yelped, swerving slightly in your lane. “Please don’t break that! That’s how I clock in!”

Chuuya arched a brow, unbothered. “Just making sure it’s not fake.”

You flailed a bit with one hand, keeping the other on the wheel. “Okay, yes, fair, I guess, but please! I can’t afford to explain to HR why my badge got folded like origami.”

He didn’t answer. He flexed the card once more—gently this time—then handed it back. “Feels cheap.”

“That’s just capitalism, babe,” you muttered, reattaching it to your bag with a glare.

You glanced at him. “You always test everything that way?”

“I was dropped into another universe,” he said dryly. “Can’t be too careful.”

“…Touché.”

You returned your focus to the road. Streetlights swept overhead, one after another. You didn’t know what tomorrow was going to look like. Hell, you didn’t even know how tonight was going to end.

But for now, there was quiet. A strange kind of peace between two people from entirely different worlds, sharing a car, a soda, and the slow realization that reality had cracked—and neither of you were alone in it.

The drive continued in companionable silence, the occasional streetlamp washing the interior of the car in soft yellow light. Chuuya didn’t speak, but you could feel his eyes moving—watching everything. The roads. The cars. The lights. The way the world looked here, unfamiliar and not his.

The roads grew quieter as you drove further from the main streets, tires crunching over a brick-paved lane as you pulled into a quieter area. Ahead, the soft glow of streetlights lit a neat row of low-rise buildings—further ahead, the streetlights replaced by the softer glow of warm porch bulbs and garden path LEDs.

Chuuya leaned slightly toward the window, watching the neighborhood shift from storefronts and traffic to rows of clean, modern buildings lined with trimmed hedges and small trees.

It was… well-maintained. Peaceful. Almost eerily so.

You turned into a gated entrance, the black security barrier lifting automatically after your license plate was scanned. Chuuya’s brow furrowed as you drove past it, into a neat grid of low-rise apartment buildings and winding internal streets.

Chuuya sat up straighter, eyes narrowing. “What the hell was that?”

You smiled a little. “License plate scanner.”

He looked at the mechanism like it had just insulted him. “It scans your car? Where the hell are we?”

You smiled faintly. “It’s a company-provided complex. Perks of corporate burnout culture.”

He glanced at you, unamused. “This is a company housing area?”

“Yeah. Weird, right? HR calls it a ‘lifestyle.’ I call it cult-adjacent, but hey, the rent’s subsidized.”

His gaze lingered on the slowly swinging gate, then swept across the buildings as you drove through. “What is this place?”

“It’s a closed community. Mostly apartment units,” you said, making a turn and slowing down as you neared the back row of buildings. “There are a few families, some bachelors, couples. My company owns part of the complex. They set aside apartments for a few of us—especially people from out of town, or if you’re here on a work visa.”

He raised an eyebrow. “All of this is company-provided?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s got decent security, central AC, good water pressure. You’d be surprised how rare that is around here.”

You turned into a narrow parking lane and eased the car into a spot tucked under one of the building’s overhangs. As the engine cut, the world fell into a soft, suburban hush—just the faint hum of crickets and the far-off sound of someone’s TV echoing through a cracked window.

Chuuya looked around slowly, head tilted as he took it all in. His expression was unreadable—part curiosity, part caution. You could almost see the questions forming behind his eyes.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and stretched a little. “Welcome to my humble, corporate-sponsored abode.”

He gave you a look—half skeptical, half impressed. “It’s clean. Controlled. Looks like the kind of place the Mafia would’ve used for surveillance ops.”

You snorted. “Please don’t say that. The old lady in 4B already gives me weird looks.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re awfully calm about bringing a stranger home.”

You snorted softly, popping open the driver’s door. “You threatened to crush my car with gravity and read your own wiki page. I think we’re past ‘stranger’ territory.”

You were just about to reach for the door handle when you paused, side-eyeing the man still lounging in your passenger seat—boots crossed at the ankle, fedora tilted low like this was a noir film and not your painfully average apartment parking lot.

“Nope,” you said flatly, turning back toward him. “Take it off.”

Chuuya blinked, head tilting slow and skeptical. “Excuse me?”

You pointed at his coat. Then his hat. “That. All of that. Leave it in the car.”

He didn’t budge. “Why?”

“Because I’ve got retired dentists, tired moms, and nosy aunties living on every floor,” you said, gripping the steering wheel like it might save you from the divine judgment. “If they see you dressed like the boss of a mafia romance loitering around me, I’m never going to live it down.”

He arched a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching. “So?”

“So,” you exhaled, “I like my peace. And my neighbors already think I’m weird. I don’t need them assuming you’re some kind of… mysterious one-night stand I picked up at a biker bar.”

That earned a twitch of his mouth. Not quite a smile, but close enough to be one.

“I’m serious,” you added, tapping the steering wheel for emphasis, “I do not want Gloria from 1C knocking on my door tomorrow morning asking if I’m ‘dating someone with edge.’ Again.”

There was a silence. Then Chuuya actually huffed a short laugh, teeth barely visible. “You’ve done this before?”

“No,” you said, deadpan. “But I’ve brought a childhood plush from home before and still haven’t lived it down.”

He looked like he was enjoying this far too much.

“Oh—and one more thing,” you point at him like a warning, “Don’t flirt with anyone’s wife.”

He stared. “Why the hell would I do that?”

“I don’t know, your face does a lot of the work,” you muttered. “But if someone flirts with you—which they will—don’t encourage it. I’m serious.”

“Duly noted.”

“I’m just saying,” you went on, trying to sound firm while already picturing the fallout, “I cannot have Karen from 3A dumping her husband because you smirk at her in the elevator.”

With a sigh that said he was humoring you, he rolls his eyes but finally—finally—reached up to shrug off the long black coat. He moved with the ease, folding it precisely in his lap before setting it gently in the backseat. The hat followed, revealing tousled strawberry-blond hair that caught in the warm glow of the streetlight.

Without the dramatic silhouette of hat and coat, he looked a little less like a mafia executive  and a little more like someone who simply... didn’t belong here.

You offered a crooked half-smile. “Thank you for dressing down for the suburbs.”

“Mm.” He leaned back and tucked the coat and hat into the back seat with meticulous care. “You owe me.”

“Totally. I’ll pay you in leftover curry and three streaming services’ worth of terrible shows.”

He gave you a look like he wasn’t sure whether that was a threat or a bribe.

Then he opened the door and stepped out, the movement smooth, controlled—like even gravity answered to him on instinct. You followed, locking the car behind you with a quick beep.

Somewhere above, a curtain rustled. A faint shift in the shadows on a second-floor balcony.

Of course.

You didn’t look up. You refused to give whoever was watching the satisfaction.

“Let’s get inside,” you muttered. “Before someone actually asks if you’re my one-night stand.”

Chuuya, now hands in his pockets, tossed you a sideways look. “Wouldn’t be the worst cover.”

You both stepped away from the car, his coat and hat now neatly tucked in the backseat. Chuuya fell into step beside you, hands shoved into his pockets, gaze flicking across the apartment buildings like he was scouting for snipers. Or perhaps just mentally filing away exits and weak points. Old habits die hard.

You pushed open the building’s side entrance, and the soft click of the door closing behind you felt louder than it should in the near-empty lobby. 

Inside, the hallway was dim, fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead. Neutral beige walls, framed mass-printed artwork, and the faint scent of lemon cleaner. You could practically feel Chuuya judging the interior design.

“This place reminds me of a holding cell,” he muttered under his breath.

You gave him a sidelong glance. “Thanks, I’ll be sure to pass your compliments to the building manager.”

The elevator let out a ding as it arrived, doors parting with a mechanical sigh. You stepped in first, pressing the button for the fourth floor. Chuuya followed, arms crossed, expression unreadable as the elevator began its slow ascent.

For a while, there was only silence, the soft hum of machinery filling the space. You caught your own reflection in the mirrored wall—hair slightly windblown, collar off-center, and a man from a fictional universe standing just behind you, looking like the cover of a light novel and very, very real.

The elevator jolted to a stop. Another ding.

You stepped out quickly, trying not to let the nervous energy buzz through your movements. Chuuya’s steps echoed softly behind you as you led him down the hallway—past a welcome mat that said Live, Laugh, Love, past a door with a wreath made of fake sunflowers, past a suspiciously strong smell of curry wafting from 4C.

Finally, you stopped at your door.

It wasn’t anything special. Neutral grey, the unit number in faux-gold lettering, a wooden shoe rack leaning beside it.

Home.

You unlocked it with a soft click and turned the handle, nudging it open, and the faint smell of home greeted you—a mixture of coffee, and something faintly floral from the small diffuser on the kitchen counter.

“Here we are,” you said, stepping inside and flicking on the light. “It’s not much, but it’s—”

Chuuya stepped in behind you.

You paused.

He didn’t say anything. Just looked around slowly, taking in the place—the tiny kitchen area, the coat rack, the scuffed but clean couch, and the stack of delivery menus on the counter. He looked utterly out of place, and somehow still managed to make the space look too small for him.

You shut the door behind him.

“Home,” you said again, quieter this time.

next part.

[anticidic]

skk wing au (with some fantasy elements thrown in)

that's it that's the post

I don't have any intricate lore other than giving them butterfly wings and maybe having the wings evolve/change over time as they grow up and experience life, for better or for worse

Dazai having clipped/broken wings that lose their color to muted shades of white, gray, black in his younger years because he grew up having to fend for himself and wandered the forest in search of people like him but they're few and far in-between. the first time he grows his wings it's painful, traumatic, and has him jumping in the river in the middle of the winter to take the edge off the constant itch between his shoulder blades

the first time he sees Chuuya, it's late at night between the trees and Dazai's the one drawn to him because Chuuya's wings at the time had a faint glow to them. he was like a firefly. Chuuya's sitting in a tree gazing at the moon when Dazai approaches and offers the spot next to him, but Dazai has to climb the tree because he still has a broken wing that hasn't regrown yet. it's then that he sees Chuuya has black wings with red rims and a pattern on them that looks like eyes staring back every time he flutters them, and Dazai fell for the illusion, but he's fascinated

over time as Dazai's wings regrow, they regrow with color and become more vibrant. they grow in deep blue like the sky on a clear day and have almost a shimmer to them when the light hits right. Chuuya's the one who notices the changes first; Dazai feels the changes, but he never bothers to look at his wings

and when Dazai can finally fly again, he's the one to offer Chuuya a seat next to himself on a tree to enjoy the changing seasons and the pink that colors some of the trees in the forest beyond. he suddenly notices just how drenched the world is in color—though it's always been there, waiting for him—and he's seeing it firsthand instead of feeling like he's looking in from the outside

there are days where it rains and they cannot fly, and days where it snows or lightning strikes, but Dazai ventures out of the forest at Chuuya's insistence and realizes how tiny the life he made for himself was. The sun's directly upon them, and Dazai sees Chuuya's wings in orange and shades of brighter red. they look like the wings of a monarch butterfly

were Chuuya's wings always that color and Dazai didn't notice? or did they change too? he doesn't know, but they're beautiful

[ashleyh713fanfics]

Dazai X Odasaku's Little Sister Ch24

(PSA: This story contains an original character. That being said, it also has relationship building along with real life development and character studies. If that interests you please don’t let that deter you from reading. It’s worth it, I promise)

Chapter 23: "I'll Fight For You, Every Time"

Summary: Racing against the clock, Chuuya and a Odasaku's wounded little sister form an unlikely bond, as the ginger haired mafioso realizes that maybe having someone to fight for him wasn’t all bad after all. Meanwhile Dazai races to her side, terrified of being too late yet again to save the one person that meant his entire world.

Warnings: pm!sixteen year old chuuya, manipulation, small bit of stabbing, talks of Odasaku's death, grumpy angry chuuya for real here, chuuya is suffering and we all love it (poor boy), sad Chuuya, mentions of killing and assassins, murder, morally grey complex characters, self destruction, sad boy Dazai, traumatized Dazai, Mentions of Dazai's *cough cough* toxic hobbies like unaliving, lovesick Dazai.

(This is chapter twenty-four of my fanfic "Timeless" which is now on A03. I'll link the master list below so you can get the full story. Asagao's ability is to stop time for up to six seconds.)

Master List Here- To Start from Ch1 <3

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Work Count: 7k

Chapter 24:

"I'll Fight For You, Always"

When Dazai arrived back to Japan after his grueling and closed off mission from the outside world, the boy had felt his mind clear of the unmistakable fog that had plagued his psyche ever since that drunk night. 

Mori’s plan had worked, in a way. 

The mission was designed for one thing, to keep him focused and occupied, to push away any semblance of thought of irreverent matters far down inside a box the boy could never reach. 

It wasn’t new either.

He had used this tactic many times before, when life was a bit too hard, when he wanted to not think about his own inadiques and flaws. 

When he wanted an escape because death wasn’t an option after a failed attempt. 

In fact, the boss was the one that had first introduced the toxic coping mechanism to the boy, the first time it ever being used was when he found that Dazai had tried to shove a multitude of pills down his fifteen year old throat a couple days after he had met the struggling child. 

Of course for Mori, Dazai dying would’ve disrupted his plans to be his only witness to the murder of the previous boss. So the man did everything he could to keep the boy alive. 

And that’s how the submerged method of total and complete isolation from the problem became introduced. 

And Dazai had taken to it quite well, all things considered. A perfectly crafted distraction always seemed to do the trick, and least for a little while. That, and it was also a win win for the boss as it caused his favorite demon prodigy to complete even the most complex and gruesomest of tasks in his name.

Dazai wasn’t an idiot though, he knew he was being used in some capacity for Mori’s sick and twisted plans for the mafia, but because it benefited him as well he never opposed to the idea, getting quite comfortable with the idea of forgetting and shoving the most unpressent stuff down in his chest to focus on a problems he could fix. 

Because murder, torture, embazzelment, commiting the most huenius crimes known to man was far easier to stomach then the twisted uncertainly of life and his own feelings. 

Dazai then sighed to himself, getting off the port mafia issued plane before stretching his limbs, the phantom blood on his hands from a couple hours before completely negating whatever issues he was having in the outside world. 

He felt cleansed of it, still living in the haze, like a twisted baptism of his own humanity, lost in the mindset of the supposed demon prodigy and nothing like the weak boy that he hated named Dazai Osamu. 

Yet, the second he turned his phone back on, it started to get bombarded by hundreds of missed calls, each of them lighting up his screen like a blatant alarm to his own dissociation. 

That was weird. Sure, usually he got a couple missed messages but this? 

This seemed excessive. 

Frowning at the sight, Dazai tempted turning the phone back off to keep his placid and self induced calm before the object started to ring again, like it had sensed the heat between his palm. 

And since the boy couldn’t resist the raising curiosity, he answered.  “What?” 

Almost immediately a very familiar voice echoed into his ears, bringing back the repressed memories in Bar Lupin every time he heard his voice. 

Ango. 

And he was livid. “Dazai! You better explain yourself right now before I send the entire government on the doors of the port mafia, and don’t think I’m kidding because I already have them lined up and waiting.” 

Pausing in confusion, Dazai soaked in his strange words before replying. “Damn, that’s quite a threat, Ango. Any reason why you’re inciting war right now? And why you called me a million times? I’m a very busy man, you know.” 

Ango was not having it though, considering he had been trying to reach the boy for the last three hours non stop. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know what you’re doing, where you are. And Dazai so god help me if anything happens to her I will..” 

At that, Dazai’s eyes widened, his head snapping up with newfound seriousness as he felt his stomach start to drop. What did Ango just say? Surely he misheard. “Wait wait wait, back up. Happens to who? You’re not making sense there, Ango.”

Ango’s voice came back like a bullet, shocking the boy’s system and shattering the haze that he had so carefully cultivated with that mission. “Who else would I mean? Asagao! Her phone’s location is in port mafia territory.” 

Suddenly, a blaze of red, a fiery auburn swept across his vision. Her haunting yet empty icy blue eyes with a hint of turquoise, the constellations of freckles across her skin.

Like a ghost, an apparition, everything came back full force, waking him from the dream of disillusion he was in. 

Every uncertain and insecure feeling came pouring out of the box that he had shoved down into the abyss, the very idea of her consuming him completely like he had been pulled back under the water to drown with an anchor of pure iron. 

Asagao. 

Odasakus’s little sister, his Asagao.

He then mentally slapped himself immediately. No, not his. Why did he think that? He wiped the possessive thoughts from his mind to focus on the disturbing and horrifying facts. 

She was in port mafia territory. 

The most dangerous place for her in the entire world. No, that couldn’t be. She wouldn’t be there. She had no reason to be. Why would she go there when she knew the risks and the dangers? 

Feeling all semblance of breath escape from his lungs, Dazai’s fingers clutched onto his phone impossibly tight, his knuckles turning white from the force as he managed to ask in a charged whisper. “What did you just say?”

Ango didn’t truly understand the danger though, still thinking his old friend was responsible. “Don’t act surprised. You’re the only one that would be twisted enough to take her there. Did you not listen to any of my warnings?” 

Dazai felt his head spin, his mind filled with hundreds of possibilities and thoughts of what could be possibly happening to her inside the mafia. The air is silent, like noose around his neck. 

But this time, the suffocation wasn’t welcome. 

Because Ango was right. He would’ve brought her there if she was any other person. He wouldn’t have cared about her safety or the danger it posed. But she wasn’t just anyone, she was the most important person in this life. 

She was his everything. 

Knowing he had to say something, the boy slowly spoke, his voice strained on every syllable. “Ango..I haven’t been in port mafia territory. I was out of the country on a job. I didn’t take her there.”

The air turned silent again, causing the government agent to shutter a horrifying breath through the phone. “Then who…oh god, you don’t think Mori..” 

Yet before he could finish, Dazai took off running, off the jet bridge of the private jet towards the territory of the port mafia, all logic and composure gone completely in place of an erratic heart and panicked breath. 

Because if Mori had her, if he had somehow found out about her existence, about being a hellhound, an elite assassin, the last of her kind, Dazai would tear the entire world down to bring her back. 

It was Odasaku’s wish after all, for her to never be involved in such a place but a part of him hated that the thought only briefly crossed his mind. 

No, his best friend's promise was a mere flicker to his own all consuming thoughts and selfish desires. 

His feet moved not because of his dead friends’ desires but his own. Maybe that showed how far gone the boy truly was for her but he didn’t have the time or the breath to care. No, he just needed to get to her, to make sure she was safe. 

Barely hearing Ango voice through the phone he clutched in his hand, Dazai didn’t give a response, the sound muffled like it was underwater in his own ears. “Dazai? Hey, Dazai!” 

Nothing mattered, nothing else but her. 

After a couple minutes he seemed to register the voice before just barely ordering out for her sake. “Send me the location. I’m bringing her back.” 

Hanging up the phone without another word, Dazai looked down at the phone waiting for the text only to see a message from Asagao herself at the bottom of Ango’s frantic ones, his reeling mind pausing for a moment before he opened it with shaking fingers. 

From: Asa-chan

Miss you Samu. Come back soon. 

The words on the screen, they were both a balm and venom to his soul, easing him and shaking him with dread in each syllable as Dazai took a shuddering breath, closing his eyes to put the phone up to his forehead and press it against the skin of his bandages. 

And behind his eyelids, memories, horrible memories and feelings crashed into him, of Odasaku’s lifeless eyes, of him reaching out to him and only catching air, of being too late to save the one person that mattered to him in the world. 

No. 

She would be safe. She had to be. 

Dazai wasn’t a positive kid but for once in his life he clung to naive optimism, to the hope that his desire for her to be unscathed would be enough to make it true. Because for him, there was no other option. 

To be left alone, to not see her again, to be too late like last time..

The doubt started to creep in once more before Dazai’s phone buzzed with the location Ango had before he shook the negative from his mind in order to keep running once more. 

He would not lose her like Odasaku, he would not fail her like he did to his best friend. 

Dazai couldn't be too late again, he just..couldn’t. 

Time moved impossibly slow as Chuuya tried to take in the surroundings around him. His ears were ringing with the residue of the earlier panic from his own insecurities as the world continued to turn regardless. 

His senses then awakened little by little, noticing the tiny details first. The brisk chill in the air from the air conditioning vents next to him, the sound of an ongoing fight somewhere below him, and the sight of red, an unmistakable auburn in front of him as she guarded his body and heart from harm. 

Feeling the dryness of his mouth, the boy’s gaze then flickered down to the crimson reminder slowly painting her side and soaking her white shirt. 

That’s right. She was stabbed. 

She willingly got stabbed in order to protect him. 

Even after he yelled at her, pushed her away and said the cruelest things to her. Even though he self destructed beyond repair and sent her running like everyone else in his life, she was still here. 

What an idiot. An absolute, self proclaimed idiot. He didn’t deserve that. 

And the things she just said, how’d she’d protect him, didn’t she have any self respect? Why didn’t she run away like everyone else? Why was she still standing in front of him with a bloody side, proclaiming to earn his friendship? 

Shirase on the other hand looked both parts annoyed and confused by the declaration, not knowing who this girl was that had suddenly appeared like magic between their personal matters. “Protected? By who, a little girl like you? Don’t make me laugh. Stay out of this before you get yourself killed.” 

Asa only narrowed her eyes though, not moving an inch. “You heard me. If you want to get to him, you’ll have to go through me.” 

The old Sheep member blinked in disbelief at her audacity before his lips curved into a cruel smile, taking a step forward to answer her challenge. Obviously not taking her seriously. “Alright, I can arrange that..” 

Racing forward towards the two, Chuuya’s eyes widened, sensing the impending danger as he willed his muscles to move out of their stunned state. “A-Asa..” 

But before he could finish her name, Asagao easily dodged Shirase’s sloppy punch, grabbing his arm before kicking the boy in the stomach forcibly causing him to gasp and wheeze out a breath of surprise before crumbling to his hands and knees, not expecting such a heavy hit. 

Yet that was the flaw with Shirase, always arrogant but always biting off more than he could chew. Not that he’d ever admit that himself of course. 

Gritting his teeth in frustration, the boy then swiped the discarded knife from the ground that he brought to stab Chuuya before swinging it upwards with speed towards Asagao’s neck only for her to quickly grab his wrist before he was able to hit skin. 

And with the blade inches from the neck, Shirase tried to push it closer only for Asa to use her own strength to keep it in the same exact position as the boy cursed. “You little..you don't know what you’re dealing with.” 

Leaning closer, Shirase then gazed at her wounded side before he resorted to his most coveted skill, brushing against her ear as he whispered cruelly. “Give it up girl, that blade you stupidity stood in front of and got stabbed with was laced with rat poison. You have about ten minutes before you’re done for, so I’d just give up..” 

He hoped the shock would be enough for her strength to diminish even slightly in order to shove the blade fully into the neck and be done with it. Being faced with the idea of death was shocking for anyone, especially one with a time limit like her. 

Yet that’s when he heard the auburn haired girl..laugh? 

The sound was jarring in itself, causing the boy to snap his head back to look at her only to find her smiling and laughing at his suggestion like he hadn’t just played the part of her grim reaper. It was kind of unnerving. 

Smiling a bit wider, her lips then turned predatory before leaning closer to him, her voice confident and cocky. “Bold of you to assume I need ten minutes to beat you.” 

And just like that, the trick he had attempted to use on this small girl had backfired, ricocheted in his face as he felt his own hand loosen in surprise and shock and her statement.

This girl, she had used his own cheat against him. 

Asagao then smirked, sensing his loss on the blade before she fully pulled the sharp edge away from her neck, twisting his wrist in an unnatural direction as Shirase yelped and dropped the blade onto the floor unwillingly and kicked him down.

Watching his defeat on the floor for a moment, how he pathetically stayed on his hands and knees like a coward, Asa then turned back to Chuuya before giving him an unbothered smile like nothing had happened. 

And Chuuya was stunned, looking down at the defeated and humiliated Shirase before turning back to her. He was so angry at her. So incredibly angry that she did something so stupid, so moronic like put herself in front of a blade for him. 

Yet, when he spoke there was no anger to be found. “You’re..such an idiot.” 

Asa only smiled at that, used to the insult. “Funny, I’ve been told that before.” 

Shaking his head in exasperation, normally Chuuya would’ve found her response an annoyance, but given the circumstance, he felt his eyes soften with newfound vulunabitly. What was this stupid ass girl doing to him? 

She was getting under his skin like no one had done before. 

The two then paused when they heard Shirase’s voice ring out through the entire space, laced with hate and disdain as he struggled back to his feet from Asa’s beating. “All of you, eliminate Chuuya. I want him dead!” 

Chuuya and Asagao then look down at the remaining GCC members as they all turn towards the gingered haired boy, taking the order to kill Chuuya to heart as they start to move all at once as the boy cursed. “Shit..they’re serious about this..” 

Shirase watched the sight with sick amusement, his voice boarding on manic as he clung to the railing to watch his enemies' demise. “What are you going to do now, little girl? Think you can take on my whole army just to save worthless little Chuuya?” 

Frowning at his words, Chuuya then looked down at the impending fight, his knuckles white from how tightly he was clenching his fists. 

He wanted to tell Asagao to run, to let him handle it like he always does but the words didn't come as he glared at the incoming armed GSS members. 

Yet that’s when Asa simply reached her hands up before wrapping her fingers around the large round framed glasses on her face before pulling them down and lifting them out to Chuuya. “Chu Chu, hold these for me please.” 

The boy looked down at the carefully folded glasses in confusion, his hands reaching up to take them with a mutter. “What are you doing?”

The girl only smiles though, keeping her eyes closed as she turns back to Shirase. “I know they make you uncomfortable so you don’t have to look.” 

Then, ever so slowly the girl opens her eyes as Shirase’s entire face turns pale at the sight, the dead, lifeless, hollow emptiness of them seeping into the kid’s soul and making him shutter almost instantly. 

Taking a step back, Shirase’s voice trembles. “W-What..you’re a..a..”

Yet she only stood still, watching the boy’s reaction as he gazed upon something from his nightmares, something that caused his entire body to shake and tremble just from the very sight. She was aware of what he wanted to say, what he thought she was. 

And Asa couldn’t deny it either. That word, that singular word that she had tried to run from, she knew it fit her better then she ever wanted it to. It was the perfect word for her, for a girl who felt nothing about death, who could pull the trigger on thousands of innocent lives and never spare a single thought. 

But maybe if it could help Chuuya, if it could save his life, maybe admitting it now wasn’t so bad. Because if this was the only thing she could do for him, the only thing she could be that would benefit him in any way, then so be it. 

Parting her lips, she then finished her thought for him, speaking the forbidden words she always denied in order to make them true for the sake of the boy in front of her. “A monster? Yeah, I suppose so.”

Using her time stop ability, Asagao then disappeared from the railing completely before Chuuya blinked to see her on the bottom floor, ready to face a horde of fully armed soldiers just for his sake. 

He watched the way the men tensed at the sight of her eyes, the same way he reacted when he first saw them. How they trembled, how they clutched their weapons a bit together and gazed at her like some sort of unchained beast or a demon. 

Lifting her hand towards the men, Asa’s voice turned mocking. “I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again. You want to get to Chuuya? Then you’ll have to get through me. Now, who's first?” 

The air turns silent, no one moving as she then glances at the clock, counting the minutes in her head. 

Shirase said she had ten minutes before the rat poison took effect and shut down her body. Two minutes had passed since then which meant she had had eight minutes to take these guys down before she was in trouble. 

And yes, to a normal person that would be more than mildly concerning, but to Asa it made her lips curve into a devious smile of anticipation, already feeling the slight spark of adrenaline coating her veins and making her hands twitch. 

Challenge accepted. 

Then without waiting for the men to act first, Asagao raced towards the group, her analytical eyes catching everyone of their movements as she worked on disarming and taking down them one at a time. 

The nearby Flags all felt their mouths drop at her boldness, seeing her fearlessly dive into an uneven fight as Albatross whistled and gripped his machete tighter. “Damn, look at little Red go! Come on, we can’t let her do all the work!”

Lippman smiles at the idea, reaching into his jacket before pulling out two machine pistols to join the fray. “I agree, let’s be the handsome knights and help our princess out!’

Piano Man nodded in agreement, unwinding the lethal wire from his weapon before giving the group the signal to charge forward. “Yes, let’s show the kid why we’re one of the most lethal groups in the port mafia. For Chuuya.” 

Albatross cheers, swinging his machete up as he shouts. “For Chuuya!” 

The group agreed as they broke through the chaos only for Chuuya himself to look down at the clashing of weapons and sounds of gunfire with stunned silence.

Not just Asa but everyone, they were fighting for him. Risking their lives just for him.

 It was almost too good to be true, like some sort of dream or illusion. But it was a real, it was happening right before his eyes. 

No more was he alone, fighting in the woods all by himself, screaming for help to no avail. No longer was he mentally and physically slumped against the edge of that cliff and bleeding out from his own failures. 

He had finally found it, a family. 

Someone to care about him. 

Someone that would fight for him no matter what. 

Raising her head, Asa then looked up at Chuuya from above before lifting her hand out of him, a cheerful tone in her voice even though she was in the middle of a fight. “Hey Chu Chu! Come on down here. I wanna see how you fight! Let’s take them together!” 

And normally he’d dismiss such a request, normally he’d shrug it off. But somehow, he found himself using his gravity manipulation to stop off the balcony and land right next to her, the red glow around him a sign of his intent. 

Asagao’s smile widens at the sight, turning back to the men before the two kids leap into action together, their movements both lethal and precise as they start to take down the GSS one by one. 

Together. 

And as he throws punches and dodges, he can’t help but notice how in control Asagao is in her fight, how she seems to be able to predict her enemies next movement like nothing. It was incredibly scary but now that he looked at it up close he couldn’t help but admire it too. She truly was a one woman army, a force to be reckoned with. 

Chuuya then paused when he felt a fist come towards him while he was watching the girl, cursing as he put his hand up to block only to feel another hand grip his wrist firmly as the boy watched the man’s punch slow down to an unanimated halt. 

His brows screwed in confusion, snapping his head to the owner of the hand only to find Asagao smiling at him.

 Wait, she used her time stop ability on him? That’s why he didn’t get punched. 

Watching, the girl then winked at him before pulling his body with her quickly, her steps moving him to the back of the armed men and letting go as Chuuya watched the world reanimate and the man throw a punch to nothing but air. 

He stood stunned at the action, slowly realizing the power Asagao held within her ability. Sure, he knew she was strong, he knew that her time stop ability was terrifying in its own right but seeing it from an outside perspective and seeing it used firsthand was something else entirely. 

So much so, Chuuya looked down at his hand before an amused smile crossed his lips. He was never one for partners or teammates before. He was never one for relieving on another to sink or swim but her ability, together it felt powerful and new. 

Snapping his hand up, the boy jumped back into the fight, swinging and kicking and using his gravity ability like before, except when Asagao lifted out of her hand to him, this time he took it. 

 He took it every single time. 

And as the fight went on, the two started to become more in sync with each other. He felt his body move towards hers, using her time stop ability in tandem with his gravity ability to disappear and reappear in and out of reality with her help. 

The two were unstoppable, in a way he never imagined before, leaning on each other and using their own strengths to negate their weaknesses. He had never relied on anyone before but relying on her, it felt nice. 

Meanwhile, Asa was having the time of her life, the drug of the fight coursing through her as her lips turned more and more dark, a sharp laugh escaping her lips as she tore through the men to knock them unconscious.

This is what she was made for after all, what she was conditioned to do, what her trainers and the leaders of the hellhound assassin organization made her into, a weapon of unspeakable force, and every second she could feel the programming coursing through her veins. 

The desire to destroy, to tear apart everything around her and take joy in it. To allow the drug of her own adrenaline to seep into her skin and make her absolutely unstoppable. 

Her mind was blurred, tunneled into nothing but fighting. 

Analyzing the situation around her, she allowed her eyes to take in every detail, every sight and sound and smell of the entire space to catalog it and use it to her own advantage

Everything was so loud and so quiet all at once, willing her to keep moving, to keep going until all of them were down and out of the way. 

Giving another sharp laugh, Asa vaguely felt her internal organs start to shut down from the poison coursing through her system before quickly glancing to the clock and continuing the minutes. 

Three minutes left before her body gave out. 

And quite honestly, she probably should’ve slowed down, should’ve stopped her body from moving so much so the wound didn’t open any further but that thought was far in the back of her mind, overtaken by her engrained function to fight, by the drug of her own psyche.  

She knew once her body slowed it would be over, so she made sure to give one hell of a fight before then. 

Chuuya’s safety was paramount. 

Iceman watched the fight through his own battle, gaging the animalistic way she moved, the hurricane of force she was before he felt his blood run cold as she wiped her head to the side and he saw a small tattoo on the back of her neck. 

No, not a tattoo. 

The color and the lines were different. It wasn’t painted ink on the skin. 

No, it was embedded into the skin.

 It was a brand.

A brand with the letter H curved in tiny markings, like someone had sheared the iron tip to the girl's skin. 

The assassin stared at the small symbol with disbelief, knowing exactly where it had come from. 

Sure, not many knew of the marks given that it was a lost organization but for a hitman like Iceman, he had seen that brand on the necks of a couple people in his time, all of them on mindless killing machines without the capacity of emotion. 

Snapping his head back up to Asa to see her fight, Iceman’s mind started to connect the pieces. The familiar brutalistic way she was fighting, her dull corpse-like eyes, the way she was tearing through the men with a sick twisted smile on her face..he had seen it before, in an organization that he thought was lost completely. 

One he had hoped was lost anyway. 

There was no mistaking it. That brand, her fighting, he knew immediately. “Hellhound..” 

But as he continued to watch her, it wasn’t the violence that made him continue to stare but rather, her restraint. 

Because every hellhound he had met in this life never had a lick of restraint. They killed with no mercy, no emotion and no understanding. They were more like attack dogs than anything, taking in the words of their masters and following them with no question. 

Assassins like them, they didn’t know how to stop, nor did they want to in any capacity. 

But watching Asagao, from an outside perspective it looked like she was out of control, some sort of unleashed monster that couldn’t control their own actions and maybe that was true to some extent. 

Yet he had known hellhounds before and she..she was not acting like one.

These men, she wasn’t killing any of them even when she so clearly could. If anything, she seemed to be playing around with them rather than finding the shortest way to end the fight once and for all. 

Which wasn’t like the normal attack dog she should’ve been. 

That’s when he noticed her shaking hand, controlled with speechless restraint for her true desires, her true programming. It was probably taking everything within her not to just massacree everything in her path and yet she was holding so strong. 

And Iceman couldn’t help but be in awe of it. To see one without a master, without orders and yet able to hold onto their own mind and desires in the way that she did. 

It was nearly impossible, and yet here she was all the same. 

So much so the man could help but think back to their conversation earlier tonight. He was right, she had killed before. She probably had killed hundreds of times before but right now, now she was choosing not to. 

And that was absolutely astonishing in every way imaginable. 

A hellhound that didn’t kill. How odd that was. 

As the minutes ticked down, Asa felt her body betray her more and more as she fought through to the inevitable shut down she would face once she stopped moving, everyone else obvious to the internal danger inside her own veins. 

And when the last armed man fell, her wild eyes snapped up to look around the room for more threats only to be met with silence. They had done it, they had taken down the entire GSS force on their own. 

Chuuya huffed out a breath, still riding the high from the fight as he glanced at Asa with an amused smile for their unexpected partnership. He couldn’t believe how well they worked together, how impressive her ability matched with hers. 

Feeling his heart pound with empowering adrenaline, he then watched as Asa turned to him with a similar smile before speaking softly. “Did we do it? There’s no more?” 

Nodding back, the boy answered with pride. “Yeah, we did it.” 

He then watched as the girl’s shoulders slumped with relief, the adrenaline slowly draining from her body as her hands began to tremble as her sides.”Ah, good..”

Chuuya noticed the shake right away, his eyes turning in concern before he watched the seemingly indestructible Asagao fall to her knees before crumbling to the side as her body hit the floor right before his eyes. 

The sight caused the boy’s world to completely freeze, a gasp of horror in his chest as he raced towards her, falling to his knees to meet her as he rolled her body so she was laying on her back. “A-Asagao?! What the hell...what’s wrong..?” 

Letting out a slight laugh turned wheeze she looked up at him with hazy eyes, her skin turning deathly pale by the second. “H-Hey..this is awkward huh? Seems like that blade had..rat poison on it..haha..funny right?” 

At her words, Chuuya’s eyes widened with horror. Rat poison? She was poisoned this entire time and still fought like that? 

He was on the edge of being livid for her stupid decision and terrified for what it meant. “A-And you didn’t say anything?!” 

Asa gave another weak laugh at that. “I didn’t wanna kill the vibe, you know? This is kinda a downer..am I right…? Besides, I was super cool back there, wasn’t I?” 

Letting out a choked breath, Chuuya’s hands fell to the ground as he soaked in her words. She didn’t want to bring down the vibe? She was poisoned and she didn’t say anything because it would’ve been what? An inconvenience? 

Damn it, why wasn’t she more selfish? 

The ginger boy then shook his head before answering back, his voice wavering with unkempt emotion. “You idiot..yeah you were really cool..but that doesn’t mean you can die on me either..”

Asa smiled at that, her response less strong than before, like she was fading out of consciousness by the second. “Ah, I wouldn’t dare..that would really kill the vibe for sure..besides…I haven’t earned the title..of being your friend yet..”

At that, his heart twisted with an ugly sense of reality and guilt. That’s all she cared about? Being his friend? Damn it, he wrote her off so easily before, called her a psycho and freak when all she wanted was something so simple, so god damn simple, and he couldn’t even give her that. 

He was an idiot, a goddamn idiot. She didn’t have to come here tonight, she didn’t have to help him when he asked her and all she asked for in exchange was for his friendship. It was so childish, so like her. 

Standing in front of a blade, hiding evidence just so she could spend more time with him, Chuuya started to realize the extent of how far she would go just to not be lonely anymore. 

No, it wasn’t just that. 

It showed how far she would go for him . 

He was so selfish, thinking of his own past and insecurities, thinking she was going to betray him and make fun of him like Dazai, like everyone else in his life. 

But now he saw her, he saw the extent of her heart. 

Damn it, he felt like the worst person in the entire world, watching the consequences of his own actions. “You..you didn’t have to earn anything..I was being an ass before..” 

It was foolish really, to think she had to earn anything, especially anything to do with him. He had hurt her so badly earlier, saying that no one would ever love her truly. 

Fuck, she even said it herself that she didn’t believe it was possible for her to be loved, didn’t she? And instead of denying it he had fed her mind into thinking it was really true. 

He was then broken out of his own self loathing when he saw Asagao’s eyes start to flutter closed, causing the boy to immediately panic and shake her shoulders.

 No, this couldn’t be happening. “H-Hey..hey hey hey no no don’t you dare do that. Wake up. You better fucking wake up or I’m gonna kick your ass. You hear me? You didn’t have to earn my friendship, you don’t have to earn anything. Just don’t…please don’t…” 

Seeing her grow paler by the second, Chuuya felt absolutely useless, his hands shaking as he pleaded in his mind for her to wake up, to be okay, to piss him off a million times more. 

He had to tell her that they were friends, best friends. 

That her one foolish and singular wish had come true. 

Just then, the doors to the room burst open, causing Chuuya’s head to snap up only to lock eyes with a very familiar head of messy brown hair, the boy’s unbandaged eye wild and erratic as he entered the space. 

And for the first time in his life, Chuuya was glad he had appeared. “Dazai..” 

Dazai’s shoulders tensed at the scene, immediately locking onto the scene before him before running as fast as he could to kneel beside the pale Asagao. “A-Asa..? No no no Asa..” 

With trembling hands he reached for her body only to pull away and find blood on his palm from the wound in her side as Dazai felt his heart shatter inside his chest, a sick sense of deja vu crashing into him like a tidal wave of destruction. 

Odasaku! 

He heard a voice, a memory of his past self, screaming a name, doing the same motions as before, the past and the present mixing together. 

Don’t go, please..!

His voice again, another memory, another stab to his chest. Panic coursed through his veins, suffocating him, making it hard to breathe, to see, to think.

You can’t, not like this..

It was the same, the blood on his palms, just like Odasaku, she was laying the same way, oh god she was bleeding just like him. She was going to..going to…

Yet that’s when he heard her voice, her beautiful, breathtaking voice break through his spiral as he gasped and immediately locked eyes with her hollow ones. “S-Samu..?”

Almost immediately, he clung to her, like the lifeline she was to him. “Y-Yeah, It’s me. Hey, love.” 

She smiled weakly in response, looking up at him before speaking above a whisper. “You’re back.” 

Nodding in reply, Dazai forced a smile to his own lips, not wanting to worry her with his own unraveling. “Y-Yeah I’m back..I came back..” 

He then felt her fragile fingers reach for the hem of his mafia jacket, grabbing it with as much strength she could muster before she spoke, soft and sweet. “I missed you.”

Widening his eyes, Dazai looked down at the sight before he felt his heart squeeze inside him to a painful level. She always knew how to make him unravel, whether she realized it or not. “M-Me too, love. I missed you too.” 

Asa then seemed to notice the distress on his face, her hand reaching up before lightly pressing it against the bandages of his eye, careful not to touch the skin which only made him crumble more with how considerate she was, even now. 

Brushing her fingers across the gauze, she looked up at him with apology. “I’m sorry Samu..I’m probably bringing up some bad..memories for you..like this..huh?” 

Dazai inhaled sharply at that. She was right, the way she was positioned, the blood on his palms, even the placement of his hand was bringing back awful memories of the moment he watched his best friend die. 

And looking at her like this, it felt like he was watching another Oda disappear from him before his very eyes. 

So he chose not to answer her question, shaking his head with a gentle hush. “I..that doesn’t matter..don’t speak..save your energy.” 

Asa seemed to notice the inner emotions of his words though, she always did, her hand brushing against his bandaged eye again before forcing her voice to come out stronger. “It’s okay Samu..I’m not gonna die...I’ve been trained..to detox poison..fast..that’s why I..took the hit..for Chu Chu..”

She was trying to reassure him. This girl, she had poison in her system, she was probably bleeding out and all she thought about was him. It made Dazai whimper in reminder of how perfect, how selfless she truly was. 

Always thinking about him, about that slug, but never herself.

Asagao’s lips then curved into a gentle smile once more before he felt her hand move from the safety of the gauze on his eye to his cheek, touching the skin and making his body shutter at the intimate foreign feeling.

Locking eyes with him, she finished gently.  “...I won’t leave you alone. Promise.” 

Dazai’s breath hitched at that, hearing exactly what he needed to in that moment as his own hand reached up and gently wrapped around her wrist, anchoring him to her both mentally and physically. 

Then closing his eyes, he locked her words away deep within himself, willing them to be true, because he knew he would be broken if they weren’t. “I’ll hold you to that.” 

Nodding in response, Asa’s eyes then fluttered once more. “I’m gonna...rest now..don’t freak out..I’m okay..”

A sharp sense of fear coursed through him at the action but he nodded regardless, trusting her promise to be okay, to not leave him in this horrible awful world alone. “Y-Yeah, okay, love. Get some rest..” 

Sensing he wasn’t going to panic, Asagao’s hand grew limp in his hold, her head lulling to the side as she finally fell unconscious, Dazai’s fingers feeling her pulse for a reminder of her promise before he gently placed her arm back onto her chest. 

The boy then turned silent, looking down at her, his body moving on his own as he leaned forward, over her before pressing a soft light kiss on her forehead, so gentle, like a butterflies wing or a whisper of a breeze, but it was there all the same. 

To him it was a gesture, a thank you for being alive, for not being too late. 

And for Chuuya watching, the mafioso couldn’t help but widen his eyes. He had never seen Dazai be so kind, so gentle before. Asagao said that their relationship was only in name but looking at his partner now, it certainly didn’t look like that was true. 

Because right now, Dazai was gazing at Asa like she was the most precious thing in the entire universe. 

Although that’s when the bandaged boy slowly stood up before turning to Chuuya, his eyes void of any of the care he showed previously, knowing that his partner was the one that had put her in this kind of danger. “Take her.” 

The executive's voice was so cold and icy like a lethal venom as Chuuya felt his nerves bunch up with guilt for his actions. “W-What?” 

Dazai only narrowed his eyes though, clearly not in the mood for explanations. “Take her. She needs to go to the hospital. You brought her here, you’ll make sure she’s safe. Or else.”

His words weren't a suggestion or an ask. No, they were a threat, a statement of absolute truth. Chuuya was going to help Asagao, he was going to make up for his mistake or else there would be hell to pay. 

And though it seemed like Dazai wanted to say much more to the kid, it was obvious Asa’s well being was top priority, causing Chuuya to gently pick up Asagao in his arms without complaint. “What are you going to do?”

The demon prodigy then reached for his gun, taking it out as he held it by its side, his voice void of any feeling before pointing it towards the unconscious men that Chuuya and Asa had fought. “Go.”

Tightening his hold of Asa in his arms, Chuuya got the message immediately.

 Dazai was going to kill all of the men, all of the people that had dared to point a gun at her. And though he wanted to argue, the boy knew that Dazai’s wraith could not be quelled so easily. 

So Chuuya went off running, crandling Asa in his arms as he heard the lingering gun shots with each step, hoping and praying for her to hang on. 

For his best friend to be alright. 

[soukokumychildren]

Dazai dying in Beast this, Dazai dying in beast that. Okay but what if he DOESN’T die? The few timelines where Chuuya saves him? He’s never the same, traumatized, somehow the world doesn’t break from the books standpoint and he never leaves Dazai’s side again? What if?? C’mon people!

[buttonmillipede]

‼️RANT‼️

TW: porn, sa, rape, pedo, this is a commentary.

Im so tired of the Bsd fandom. Like i like it sometimes, i won’t deny that, but there is too much porn 😭😭.

I want family fond, fluff, anything! I want teen reader who acts too much like a bsd character when they were their age. I want a teen reader in the beast au whos Dazai right hand like how Dazai was Moris right hand. I want dad/mom bsd parent. I want teen reader taking the place as the new demon prodigy, i want intelligent reader. I want child of Chuuya or Dazai meeting someone who is just like Chuuya or Dazai. (Idk how to explain well but here you go. Ex: Child of Chuuya meets someone who acts just like Dazai when Chuuya met Dazai, or child of Dazai gets body slammed by someone who acts like Chuuya). I want a sassy child reader. I WANT PLOT. PLEASE IM BEGGING, IM SO BORED OF JUST READING PORN AFTER PORN CAUSE THERES NOTHING ELSE. ITS SO DRY IN HERE. IF YOUR GONNA MAKE PORN, MAKE IT INTERESTING. I DON’T WANT TO SEE DADDY DAZAI, THAT MAN IS NOT A DADDY!! HES A MANIPULATIVE TWINK. At this point its not even nice to read it. I can just hear my pussy shrivel up and die every time i stumble across smut or lemon or whatever people call it nowadays. (Side note non-con, pedo shit, etc is way too normalized in this fandom.)

Edit: i just want to add im not against porn. Do whatever you want, i can’t control you. What im so upset about is the fact it’s only porn. I can’t find a x reader (Platonic or Romantic) without it being anime characters raw dogging it, in a way that’s so out of character for them. I just want more variety.

Edit 2: I’m being overdramatic as a joke. I don’t like complaining without adding things that will make me giggle. Sorry I didn’t make that clear. If you don’t agree with my opinion scroll away, this wasn’t made to start any fights. This is just mindless ranting about what bugged me at the moment. Please don’t give me solutions, or try to treat me like I’m stupid. I already know what solutions to take, and I’m already taking them. I also want to add again: I DON’T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH PORN. DO NOT DEBATE WITH ME ABOUT IT.

Edit: Ya’ll are porn addicts. This is a commentary, it’s my opinion. Mindless rambling. But the way im seeing people get straight up attacked for saying it’s weird how much “Dark Romance” there is, is gross. Im lucky to have only a few try to fight me. Obviously I want to add, Im not talking about consenting adults. Im talking about yandere (Yandere is debatable, if it’s executed well), rape, sa, pedo. I find it disgusting. I understand if you’re using it as a tool for comfort but I also understand most of the time it’s not healthy. if therapist specifically tells you to use it as a tool of comfort go ahead but don’t share that to the internet. If not, do not do it. That comfort in your brain isn’t actually comfort its desensitization and desensitization can lead to more traumatic and horrible experiences. Anyways my conclusion is: Porn, no matter what form it is, is just as addictive. If you find something you don’t like scroll, if you keep getting that something then block. If you see something not okay then report, block, then scroll.

(Edit: I don’t exactly agree with my point about porn anymore. I don’t care anymore if someone is addicted to it or overuses it. But, I do still stand by my point about the normalization of non con thats not even written because it brings comfort, just written to get off too.)

[lukeria314]

What an odd thing to say…

Are you sure you’re accusing right person of pedophilia and violence? Let’s break down his life step by step, focusing on his interactions with children and discussing the so-called “abuse cycle” where he allegedly played the role of the initiator.

The first child who fell into his hands was Akiko Yosano, a girl whose ability was valuable to the state during the Great War. Mori did not view her as a person but as a useful ability user. “Thou Shalt Not Die”—the power to heal those on the brink of death—was exactly what the government needed during the war. They wanted eternal soldiers, and Mori exploited that.

Mori Ougai cherishes Yokohama. He considers the city his home and believes no one should disturb its peace. Even so, this does not justify his exploitation of a young girl and the soul-shattering actions he committed. Mori seeks advantage in everyone—that is a fact. But let’s set that aside. Deep down, he would have wanted to care for and cherish Yosano as if she were his own daughter if given the chance. This is evidenced by the fact that Elise was modeled after Yosano: a capricious, little girl who craves attention and is always indulged by Mori. He even admits to Yosano that he finds it hard to refuse her. Additionally, his words about “his Yosano” carried a protective tone. A little girl among a group of grown men—it’s common for fathers to express similar sentiments when in “protective mode” (let’s call it that).

Later, when he wanted to recruit her into the Mafia, her abilities were, once again, his primary concern. This is further supported by “Storm Bringer”, where it’s explicitly stated that mafia members were forced to seek treatment at state hospitals for severe injuries and that Doc was their prized possession. Doc, whom Albatross was so desperate to save. Still, this does not change the fact that Mori cares for Elise the way he wishes he could have cared for Yosano—or any other child. In private with Elise, he doesn’t need to act like the terrifying, authoritative mafia boss. Through Elise, he expresses the emotions he cannot show publicly. Children are his solace. Caring for them is his deepest desire.

Do you honestly believe that joke about younger children wasn’t just a jest shared with Koyo Ozaki? Amusing.

Osamu Dazai—a boy Mori Ougai saved from suicide. People say Mori tormented him and drove him to such a state. But it was Mori who saved him. He tried to pull Dazai out of his despair. The boy came to him already damaged, traumatized long before Mori found him in the river. As always, Mori saw an opportunity and used the boy, whose life was hanging by a thread, in a plan Dazai himself helped formulate and actively participated in. Mori didn’t force him into it. He offered a deal. There was no cycle of abuse initiated.

Chuuya Nakahara was a small obstacle, and a deal was proposed to him as well—a harsh one, but Chuuya accepted it. Later, Chuuya willingly bowed to Mori, without any deals, choosing on his own to become his subordinate. Mori is one of the people who helped Chuuya find his parents’ home, told him about the pencil scar, and went out of his way to gather all that information for him.

Yumeno is a particularly difficult case. A child born with such a horrifying ability needed to be restrained. They ended up in the Mafia’s hands, where their power could be controlled and made useful. Yumeno’s ability is good for little else besides chaos.

In the “BEAST” universe, we finally see a happy Mori. Ougai becomes the new director of an orphanage, and the children there are incredibly happy. Even the manga conveys the difference in atmosphere. Under the previous director, everything was gloomy and dark. When Mori arrives, the background suddenly turns white, and the curtains add a sense of lightness to the space. It finally feels like a place where both the children and Ougai can breathe freely—where he is exactly where he belongs.

“And until then—I am your father.” Do you think these are the words of a true pedophile and child abuser?

[leaderofthemafia]

#001

Dear Diary,

Dr. Roux @patiencepleaseyouwillbeonhold told me two weeks ago that I should keep a diary, but then the planning and execution of the pajama party intervened, along with a salmonella infection. Dr. Roux believes that keeping a diary might help me process my past experiences better. It all started so harmlessly…

I realize that I've repressed a lot of things and that these memories will likely resurface over time. Nevertheless, I think it’s important to start somewhere.

Maybe I should start small: Harper @phonebleedout drank grape juice today and thought it was wine. He reminded me of Chuuya when he was younger, as he boldly held the wine glass with the juice. By the way… I just noticed that Harper and my therapist have the same last name.

Also, an anon robbed me of my ability for 24 hours, which is why Elise is gone. I find that quite traumatic. Hirotsu @fallingcamelliapetals then went with me to buy a doll. I generally find dolls creepy, but I actually liked this one. To be honest, the whole store was creepy to me and stirred up unpleasant memories. I'm just afraid that I might have reacted too harshly when I told Hirotsu that I was scared of the store. After all, he only had my best interests at heart.

Overall, I’m surprised that I’m able to open my heart again so quickly. I don't know why, but when he spent the first night at my place, I felt so secure. I fell asleep quite fast. Somehow, I still get butterflies in my stomach when I think about how nice it is to lie beside him and feel his warmth. His deep, calming voice soothes my mind, and I become completely weak when he holds me in his arms and kisses me. His kisses even make me feel a bit drunk. I get dizzy and my heart races. Even now, as I write these lines, I can feel my whole body warming up. Damn… I need a kiss… now…