yknow tht chuuyas friend got killed during the dragon head conflicts, right?(source dead apple) yea, wht if reader was one of them. letter fics reader confessing her love to chuuya and him finding it after she died.
"Tainted With Sin, Weakness Comes From Love."
16! Chuuya x implied fem! reader
summary: chuuya finds your letters to him after your death in the dragon head conflict
content: angst, heavy mentions of death, swearing
There, the boy remained victorious.
Others would furrow their brows, feel their heart clench into an impending drop. The utter and impeccable fear of such a small body, a young boy who yearned for nothing but a reason - a purpose, holding such power. He was as if he was sculpted by a passionate artist, a woman who presented herself as a 'mother' - soft orange locks, the ever glow of his skin that never left his face, and a harmonic assortment of features, those features that made him special. A child who was stringed together like a melodic harp by a mother is every child, and that was Nakahara Chuuya. He too, was a child.
At least, he felt like one.
"Chuuya," A tall, ginger woman speaks solemnly, clasping her hands together elegantly, as always. "here - [Y/N]'s stuff." Kouyou passes a large cardboard box to the boy; items like notebooks, pens, photos, and sticky notes. It had only been 14 days after the Dragon Head Conflict, and yet, the world's lost all sense of art: skies have been less blue, birds more or so melodically sing mantras of sorrow, rather than blissful chirps. Maybe it was because of his comrades who died, maybe it's because you were one of them, or maybe, it's his brain using his frustration with the world against him. In this box, consider it pandora's box of humanity - perhaps the sight alone brightened the sky, awakened the birds. You existed, and so, he longs to feel your existence once more. Be it through letters.
Chuuya runs his fingers along a folder of letters you've written. He'll close his eyes and pretend it's your skin - he'll close his eyes and make out each indent of each thought, each question you held for the universe on that paper.
Dear Chuuya,
Happy Birthday! You finally turned 16, loser. You're all over the Port Mafia, you know? Double Black is so goddamn popular I've been approached by people I don't know asking if we're friends. So ahem, here are my birthday wishes for my boy best friend - the only one I share my gossip to that isn't a girl.
You get taller.
You find out what the hell happened before you were 8.
A girl would finally like you or something - rare, I know.
You finally get a dog. PLEASE shut up about it :)
Thank you for being my friend, even though you lose your shit when we play UNO with Albatross. Get good, kid.
Sincerely,
- [Y/N].
The redhead can practically feel himself scoffing, even though it was more like a chuckle, before sealing the letter once again; a small smile tugging on his lips even though he finds himself wiping a bit of tears from his cheeks.
"Why did it have to be you?.." Chuuya chuckles, swallowing thickly to cover the strain of tears spilling out. Crystal tears were never a threat to the boy - once again, such things like a heart doesn't suit him - yet, he finds it ironic. Maybe you had it all along.
The boy, molded by the hands of divinity, stringed together by an otherworldly being, was nothing divine. Nakahara Chuuya reigned from torture, yearned for retribution, and became an artist - one acquired dazzlingly with revenge. He took the vessel of himself he loathed and despised it with his entire being. Arahabaki was no divine being, nor a mother who lovingly caressed and loved with dainty hands. He was a monster, Chuuya was too. But from the rippling shackles he's restrained himself to, there was an angel, sacred and divine, who chided him for his hatred, his sorrows, his regrets. You too, knew how it was like to lose, to betray and be betrayed, and yet, you would never bring those to him again, but it seems once again, you've failed.
You were an angel, his angel, a light in the sky that he never failed to follow. And yet, you too fell from heaven's gate. Chuuya, who has been by your side for years, never dare touch you - Nakahara Chuuya may taint you with his sin, ruin the wings that guide him through the light. But shit, as an artist of revenge - he'll repaint it with regret.
To grow from a child, child of hatred to man of soul, touch will remold him to his feet. Rebuke his despondency. Chuuya regrets, for his only reminder of your skin was your life slipping through his fingers like ash.
To be Chuuya's angel was to lace his hair in between your words.
To be Chuuya's angel meant you were going to be immortalized.
To be Chuuya's angel meant that was only going to happen once he's lost you.
Yet he still flips the page.
Dear Chuuya,
I like you.
I thought love was foolish. A four letter word, and one syllable of absolute bullshit. Love is only a fixation in TV shows and movies. Love is a weakness, and contrary to popular belief - love cannot save you.
But you saved me. Countless of times.
The first being when I botched an assignment miserably. I was about to sacrifice myself before you kicked all the enemies' asses! You even took the blame for me.
The second was when I ate too much during a celebration and you had to bring me home safely.
The third was when you didn't say anything after I farted in a closed elevator.
Maybe you're stronger than love, then. You're Chuuya Nakahara, the strongest ability user in the world. But, even if I fell for you - it's not because of your strength, or protection. I genuinely like you, Nakahara Chuuya, not the strongest ability user, but the boy who sought a past, the boy who longs for a wine collection, the boy who cries watching dog movies, the boy who thinks chokers are a fashion statement.
Don't think because you define yourself as Arahabaki I will too. You're so much more than that.
But eh, who cares anyway, its not like you know how to read or write.
Love,
- [Y/N].
The boy who sought a past, felt himself shatter, because now he actually he had one. A best friend of his memories. An angel only in his dreams. A desire he could only do so much but reminisce. But contradictory to your previous statement, Nakahara Chuuya could read, even write now.
All because you taught him.
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Hihihi omg... is it alright if I request headcanons (can be romantic or platonic, I don't mind) for Stormbringer!Chuuya with a female or gender neutral reader? 16!Chuuya is so underrated and I just wanna hold him and comfort him owueuajjhsjdha but please remember to take your time with this request :) ❤ I love your writing! <3
I would die for stormbringer Chuuya
𝟣𝟨!𝒮𝐵!𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇
𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - 𝓃𝑜𝓅𝑒
𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈
@silverbladexyz request
Gonna start by saying this is before the events of stormbringer so the flags aren’t dead (I can’t handle it 😭)
He has so much love to give
The type to not really know if there is love in this world, but he’s sure there is because he has so much in his heart to give
And that’s for you!
He’s still a teenage boy, sometimes nervous
You are definitely his first kiss, first love, first everything
And because of this, he holds you on a pedestal above everyone
Shy compliments, only really being bold when he’s ditzy on some foreign wine
Gentle kisses, he is absolutely terrified of harming you
Will brush your hair, kiss your cheek, clip your nails, then cuddle you
Arms wrapped so softly, but it’s still such a strong hold
This strength is great for danger
“Wear what you want, I can fight”
If anyone ever seriously bothered you, he’ll comfort you first and take care of them second
His loyalty is unmatched
Not “sorry, I have a girl.” It’s “No. I have a girl, go away.”
But that harshness melts away the second he sees you. After losing so much, he likes to have you in his sights
He trust all of the flags to care for you
Knowing his friends would never cause you harm in the slightest way
Speaking of, it was most likely Albatross that pushed him to confess.
Over a bet on pool, loser had to listen to the winner. The flags, being wingmen, made Chuuya finally confess.
He had no excuse not to, he was already head over heels
You aren’t a bet, mind you. It’s simply it was the push he needed to do what he was planning for what felt like forever
Assuming you met in the port mafia, he won’t talk much on his past
His new past, the sheep. He likes to stay quiet.
He will never admit it, but because you’re around the same age as the sheep members he sometimes feels as if you’ll leave in betrayal
The best way to comfort him is taking out his little ponytail and playing with his hair
And his… earlier past. Not even he knows the full truth. It’s unlikely he’ll tell you much for many reasons
One, he doesn’t wanna scare you away. Two, he’s scared you’ll think he isn’t human too. Three, he wants you safe and uninvolved. And four, it’s hard to talk about for him
But, of course you do find out. He was terrified for your reaction
So when you said you loved him all the same, he couldn’t just about died. Swearing he saw an angel
That is the first time you see him cry. The stress, fear, confusion, dehumanization. It’s too much, he breaks
You take him in your arms and pet his hair like you always do. A gentle kiss and reassurance works wonders for him.
On a lighter note… GET A PUPPY
Mention you’re the mom and he’s the dad, he’ll melt like ice in the sun
A big dog definitely, something that could probably jump over the two of you.
At 16 he runs the gemstone black market for the port mafia, so expect the most expensive jewels on your neck and wrists.
Anniversary, birthday, holiday, or just a random weekday. Doesn’t matter
Only a year in the port mafia and he’s already rich, so what’s it to him?
Over all, he’s never been in love before. Be gentle and honest. He doesn’t need much, just you.
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