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Chuuya yelling at Dazai that of course his mentee got Tachihara pregnant and dipped (despite Tachihara explaining repeatedly that he was not in fact pregnant and Chuuya would’ve noticed if he was)

fic where the pm greatly misunderstand the baby atsushi hands tachihara -- both of whom r oblivious to this misunderstanding btw

pm member: whered u get that baby

gin:

pm member: no way???

tachihara: yea gins right the agencys weretiger gave it to me

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pm member 1: did u hear that tachihara-san and the agency's weretiger r lovers

pm member 3: i heard they're twice divorced and working towards another wedding

pm member 2: no no they're divorced but tachihara didnt pay child support so the weretiger told him to try and take care of their kid then

pm member 4: well i heard that they just got married

pm member 5: im pretty sure that they hooked up a while ago and the tiger disappeared, breaking tachihara's heart and then reappeared witht he baby and now there's a custody battle

anyway

theres a lot of rumors

plot twist tachihara and atsushi have to keep the baby becuz its grown attached while they find the babys actual family

ft. gin who knows but is spreading rumors

and aku who does nto know and is devastated his rival was stolen by that dumbass tachihara

and tachihara who's kind of confused why akutagawa-san is sending him glares but also kinda awed at how well akutagawa is taking care of the baby

and akutagawa again who's trying to prove to atsushi that he might not be the dad but he could be the dad that stepped up

and atsushi, who like tachihara, does not know about any of the rumors or about wtf is going on but now thinks akutagawa is interested in adopting and figures that if they dont find the babys family, at least akutagawa will take the baby

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Requested Tecchou with ribbon

And this because is goofy

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Tachibros first New Year

Summary: Shunzen takes five-month-old Michizo out for his first New Years. At the shrine, he stumbles upon Hayami, and they both try to keep their cool and feelings in check.

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Silly HD summer beach fic :D

Captain Fukuchi should not be allowed to drive, Tachihara decided. Maybe it was the fact that he usually traveled by missile or the fact that he always just slightly hungover, but frankly, it didn’t really matter to the teen. What mattered was that the jeep the captain had ‘borrowed’ from the base was currently parked in the middle of a public beach. And had three flat tires. And an empty gas tank. And he was pretty sure the breaks were malfunctioning.

It was an armored all-terrain vehicle.

If anything, it was almost impressive. If it weren’t for someone (read: Tachihara) using his ability to move the truck, it’d probably be crashed into the highway barricade. Being the only one who actually took and passed his driver’s exam, this all could’ve been avoided if they’d let him drive. But of course, the captain would never allow that since he was ‘on vacation’ and ‘supposed to be taking it easy, that’s an order!’

Which really just meant that now, he was A.) cranky B.) had sand in his hair and C.) had to deal with-

“Ta-chi-ha-ra~!”

Teruko.

The pink haired girl was standing before him, arms crossed. One foot was tapping impatiently on the sand. Though really, it was more of a ‘flapping’ noise than a tapping one, considering the hot pink flip flops she was wearing. And of course, no mildly irritating sound was missed by Jouno’s perceptive ears.

“Vice Captain, please keep that got awful slapping of cheap foam on sand to a minimum. You’re going to aggravate my senses and scare away my target.”

Tachihara blinked at that, shaking himself out of his thoughts. “Huh? Your target? I didn’t realize we were on a mission.“

He stepped forward, only to be stopped by a warm hand on his shoulder.

“This is something Jouno and I must do together. It is a training exercise meant to build patience and teamwork.”

The strongest Hunting Dog (in terms of physical strength, which didn’t matter nearly as much as intelligence, according to Jouno) was wearing a purple Hawaiian shirt. In his hands were two plastic buckets filled with water.

“No, you dimwit. I’m not building anything with you. You’re just carrying my supplies since you decided to nose in my business,” Jouno huffed.

“Oh.”

It wasn’t even noon and Tachihara could already feel a headache coming on. Excusing himself from what was almost certainly going to be another fight, he padded his way back to the jeep. He loved his family, really. But sometimes they made him want to drown himself. In alcohol.

And then the ocean.

“Hey! Where are you storming off to?! I wanna build a sandcastle! Tachihara, come back! You don’t just…”

Tuning out Teruko’s chirping, the teenager rummaged through his back that was tossed haphazardly in the front seat. He hadn’t brought much- just a yellow and white floaty, his speaker, and a snorkel. According to the old man, there was a small reef about a mile off the beach. If nothing else, it’d be good to get some training in on his off day.

He slung his bag over his shoulder before slamming the door shut behind him.

“Tachihara! Why’d you run away, huh?! I was trying to talk to you!”

Ah. Teruko had managed to escape from Jouno and Tecchou’s situationship. Good for her. Less good for him.

“Sorry, Vice Captain. I just…”

He gestured vaguely towards his bag.

“How many times have I told you, don’t call me that when we’re off duty! It makes me feel old!”

One amber eye twitched slightly as he repressed the urge to roll them. “Sorry, Teruko. Force of habit.”

And also, when they first met, she’d practically ordered him to use her proper title. Then again, he’d also been a twelve year old prisoner, so maybe it felt different.

“Anyhoo…what’re ya up to? Because I can’t take any more dudes pining over each other and you’re embarrassingly single.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem!”

She continued to stare at him expectantly.

Drat.

“I’m going to check out a reef that gramps mentioned,” he mumbled, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t give me that look! It ain’t a trap or nothing. He didn’t even mention it cuz I told him we were comin’ here. It was actually a fact from a book big sis Higuchi gave big bro Akutagawa. But he didn’t want it, so he pawned it off to the old man ages ago. Actually-“

“Tachihara.”

He stopped, eyes wide. “Uh, yeah…?”

“…nothing. I think a swim would be good for you actually. Clear your head.”

“…um, I’m confused. I thought you wanted to build a sandcastle…?”

“We’ll do it after! Now go, you stupid dummy!”

She shoved him towards the water with unnatural strength. It actually hurt a bit, though part of it was definitely that he tripped over Tecchou’s now-discarded buckets. Discarded, of course, because he was now racing Jouno down the beach.

“So much for their mission, I guess,” Tachihara mumbled as he walked.

A glance back at Teruko confirmed she was no longer interested in him, instead pestering Captain Fukuchi, who was struggling with a beach chair and umbrella combo.

The one he’d been fighting with since they crashed on- er, parked on- the beach.

With a shrug, Tachihara figured he should make use of his recently awarded freedom.

So much for the strongest military squad.

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Truly, Tachihara was grateful for the peaceful swim, because as soon as he’d returned, it was back to the chaos.

Teruko had demanded he team up with her for a sandcastle contest with the others. Tecchou and Jouno, back from what was apparently a fishing trip, were teamed up as well.

“You dunce! We don’t need a weight room for the sand army to train! That’s why I built the moat! I don’t have to see it to know what you’re planning!”

“Our sandmen deserve the opportunity to study the blade, regardless of their make or background.”

“What sand people?! We didn’t built any sand people?!”

Unlike the duo who were once again bickering like an old married couple, Tachihara was more than happy to just follow orders. Fukuchi, on a team of his own, was struggling to even get a single tower to stay standing until, finally, Teruko had ditched her own teammate (Tachihara) and gone to help the enemy (Fukuchi). Not that Tachihara was bitter or anything.

“Captain! You need to use water! Otherwise it’ll crumble!”

“Captain, stop! You’re flooding it!”

“Hey Captain, this isn’t water, it’s sake!”

…maybe he was better off on his own.

After the sandcastle contest, if it could even really be called a contest, Fukuchi and Tecchou set up a portable grill to cook the fish. Well, it was primarily Fukuchi doing the cooking and Tecchou slicing up the fish.

Not because Tecchou couldn’t cook, but because it would require Jouno also in the makeshift kitchen complaining about his choice of condiment.

Still, the grilled fish was refreshing in Tachihara’s stomach. He wasn’t picky on the best of days- he’d lived on the streets after all- but he was considerably less so after swimming around four miles and then being forced to win a sandcastle contest.

Bellies full of fish and beer (and to Tachihara’s embarrassment, a juice box Tecchou had brought for him since he couldn’t legally drink), the five curled up on the beach blanket Teruko had packed.

The Hunting Dogs were loud, obnoxious, a bit funny smelling at times…but they were still his family.

Tachihara yawned, pulling his towel around his shoulders. He was faintly aware of a large hand brushing through his hair as he closed his eyes. Part of him wished they could stay like this forever.

But of course, nothing is that simple for ability users.

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no bsd couple has more gender swag than tachigin i fear happy pride month to them

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Happy Father’s Day…?

Sigh

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no i will not sir. . . i will stay unlocked in

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AHHH BABY BOY HES SO SILLY

Let's go to summer!

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Sigh

Smth I wish the fandom discussed more is Tachihara and Akutagawa’s dynamic. Sure we don’t have a lot of them but at the end of the day Tachihara has a dead older brother and Akutagawa plays the role of an older brother figure in his life whether either of them like it or not because naturally Akutagawa is just an older sibling figure and someone who passive (aggressively) cares about the people around him in a brotherly, aggressive way

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They got hoodies and scrunchies

Tachihara fighting to don't get bald

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IM BACK

sorry yall exams have been kicking my butt

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my number one special guy ( ft. chuuya and senju ) i don’t talk much about it publicly on the internet but my friends know how deep the michizo tachihara brain worm is in me . #1 oshi

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ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇꜱ

★ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ

★ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Tachihara Michizou

★ ᴀᴜ: Canon (N/A)

★ ᴄᴡ: Blindness, Post-Trauma Rehabilitation, Disability Recovery

★ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Following the war with Fukuchi (and Fyodor), Tachihara's struggling to adapt to his newfound blindness. Mori's solution? Sending Tachihara to physical therapy with you, a CVRT who specialises in post-disability functionality.

★ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: This bot took a lot more testing because I couldn't get the bot to keep him as blind. Hopefully, the various mentions of blind do the trick.

★ ʟɪɴᴋꜱ: ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.ᴀɪ ʙᴏᴛ | ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ | ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ

★ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

After the war ended — if one could call the chaos they survived a "war" — the dust settled over Yokohama like ash from a long-burning fire. Ame-no-Gozen was defeated. Fyodor's plan had unravelled. And in the uneasy silence that followed, Tachihara found himself standing at a crossroad, staring into nothing.

Literally.

The last blow from Fukuchi left more than bruises and lasting aches. Yosano's Ability, precise and unrelenting, had stitched him back together as best as it could, but even she could not repair what was already gone. The light never returned.

He had tried, at first, to return to the Black Lizards. To walk among his comrades as if nothing had changed. But nothing was the same.

They walked on eggshells around him. His senses, once honed to a blade's edge, now betrayed him at every corner, every step, every whisper he couldn't locate. Eventually, he asked to leave. Mori, ever precise and calculating, approved the transfer to somewhere quieter: the armoury, paperwork, inventory.

It should've been fine. It wasn't. Mori's intervention wasn't any better: Vision Rehab.

"I don't need this," Tachihara growled, arms crossed, body slouched in the small, sun-warm room on the third floor of a lesser-used Mafia building — also known as {{user}}'s office. His ears perked in disdain at the sound of a Braille slate and stylus clacking against the wood table in front of him, the same sound he's heard everyday in the early-afternoon for the last two months.

He glowered at the quick retort {{user}} offered, that Tachihara said that every time. He did, but what of it? If it was true, why not proclaim it to the heavens?

"Mori just wants me out of the way." He grumbled, brows pinching in resignation. The traitorous voice in the back of his head told him that if Mori wanted him out of the way, he had a far more permanent and efficient option.

When his CVRT opened their mouth to speak, Tachihara was quick to cut them off, already memorising their quotes. He wasn't a kid, he didn't need to be told that:

"I think I'm trying to run before learning how to walk again. Yeah yeah, I get it." What a stupid saying. He was blind, not crippled. He had a feeling {{user}} would attribute them closely.

With a frustrated sigh, Tachihara knocked the slate off the desk with a full sweep of his arm.

"I was a soldier. I've fought all kinds of things. And now I can't even find my own damn toothbrush." Bitter. Yeah, he was pretty bitter. He quite enjoyed looking at things. They made the smog of Yokohama more bearable.

But now? He couldn't read, he couldn't tell the colour of his own underwear, he couldn't cook without being a hazard — God bless Gin and Hirotsu for coming over more than they needed to.

Tachihara's ears perked at the sound of {{user}} bending down to retrieve the slate and glowered when he heard it be set back down in front of him. He heard the familiar tap of their finger on the slate, a silent beckoning for him to learn at least a word. One word.

Two months into this and he still couldn't even spell his name.

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happy pride to the hunting dogs and us hd fans!!!!

i know i barely post them but i'd never break my pride shitpost streak at the very least... hehe... anyway! this is very self-indulgent, what are your guyses hcs for them?

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And his phone.

Tachihara refs for fic writers

(Aka some of his belongings I’ve found in case you want to be able to visualize them while writing!)

1.) his motorbike

It’s green with a box and a camo pouch on the back

2.) his earbuds

They’re just basic but they’re bright red which I think is super cute :)

3.) casual wear

He’s been shown wearing just a letterman jacket with (cuffed) jeans and sneakers. And also that’s hoodie which looks cozy.

4.) he’s an iPad kid

He has an iPad plugged in on his desk that’s getting texts from the hd

5.) food taste

In addition to the notorious kiwi pastry, he’s been shown eating a few different desserts, including a parfait and a donut with his coffee. In the above picture, he’s eating instant noodles. His cafe card also shows Hirotsu giving him spaghetti, and Chuuya mentions that when they went to the pub, he was focused on just shoving food into his mouth lmao

6.) his guns

They’ve been portrayed as both black and grey. He’s also been shown to work on them himself, so I like to imagine he does his own cleaning and maintenance for them!

7.) raincoat

The raincoat on the mannequin might actually belong to him since (according to Harukawa’s comments on the possible vol 17 covers) he’s shown wearing it. It’s also supposed to be military green instead of blue, hence why they instantly assumed it was the 5th hunting dog.

Bonus:

I can’t include pics bc photo limit, but a lot of his mayoi cards have him with different colored earrings/necklaces/bracelets. So he definitely likes jewelry (the fact that most of it is metal probably helps)!

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