#anything happens to him and I break dazai’s legs

[yaolmao]

I would do so many atrocities for this cat

[bobattea]

i would like to request a scenario for the bsd boys' (dazai, chuuya, atsushi and aku) reactions to their fem s/o having an intense orgasm. Like moaning loudly, squirming, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back (bonus points if they kiss her neck when she does)

Pairings: Akutagawa, Atsushi, Chuuya, Dazai and Fyodor (separate) x Fem!Reader Warnings: predator/prey, language, god complex, NSFW, praise, degradation, oral (F receiving), Edging, kinda rough? Word Count: 3575 A/N: I added Fyodor to this list also. I couldn't help myself :) I'm so sorry it took so long to write this it took me 3 days to write longer than I had liked but it sure was fun to write. I hope I did your request justice!

Akutagawa -

You took off in a sprint. Depending on how this night goes, you may or may not follow Akutagawa into a secluded area again. You avoid looking behind you, which would only slow you down.

“I’ll give you a head start, but you better run fast.” You recall the warning in his words and in the firm grip that he had on your arm. “Because once I've caught you, I’m going to fuck you.” His words replayed over and over in your head as you sprinted down the path, triggering a familiar feeling between your legs that was difficult to ignore. It was a quiet night; barely anyone else was around. Typical.

The more you ran, the more out of breath you became. The excitement and thrill were the only things keeping you going. He was going to catch up for sure, and if you had as much of a single break, you’d be a sitting duck, but you don't hear anything besides yourself panting with no clue as to where you are running or what Akutagawa has in store. As if on cue, Rashōmon had gotten ahold of your leg, dragging you back a short distance as Akutagawa walked at a steady pace in the direction you ran in. His gaze is no different from that of a predator stalking its prey, sending shivers down your spine the closer he gets to you.

“Was that the best you could do? I even gave you a head start.” His expression didn’t change as he pressed your face first against the wall and had his Rashōmon hold you in place. Akutagawa didn’t push you too hard; the last thing he wanted was to hurt your pretty face, but he did so with just enough impact to send a shock of excitement through your body. The rest was a haze until you felt the cold breeze on your bare skin and shreds of your clothes hit the floor. “I told you what would happen if I caught you.” Akutagawa bit your ear gently, then kissed your neck before burying his cock inside you. His nails dug into yours as he thrust into you at an unforgiving pace, leaving you no time to adjust to him.

“Fuck! Ryuu!” You squeeze your eyes shut, and your hands are balling into fists against the wall. Akutagawa brings his head closer to your neck and bites down again with a low groan. He quickens the pace, and his thrusts become harder. “T-too much!” He doesn't listen to your words; you just egg him on.

“So fucking tight. Gonna ruin you.” He groans into your ear as he lifts one of your legs up to fuck you even deeper, the tip hitting your cervix repeatedly. The cold air didn't bother you anymore; you were far too hot as you approached your orgasm. You couldn't form words, just babbling noises as you squeezed your eyes shut again and moaned loudly, finally cumming around his cock. Akutagawa came not long after; he held you in that position while you both came down from your high, nothing but heavy breathing as you both caught your breath. “You can have my coat to walk back in.” Akutagawa rests his head on your shoulder, still panting.

“As if I had a choice." You gave a short laugh; there was no way you were walking home naked, and it was highly doubtful he would let you either.

Atsushi -

Atsushi was inexperienced, to say the least. You had to teach him all sorts of things, except tonight. Tonight you have no idea what changed, but Atsushi would not let you say anything, and if you even try to utter any words that weren’t his name and how good he makes you feel, he dives his tongue into your pussy. He holds your hips down to the bed and licks at your wet cunt as if he’d been starved,your legs shaking and threatening to clamp around his head if it weren’t for his arms forcing your legs open.

“Atsushi~” you whimpered while his tongue worked wonders on your clit, sending shocks throughout your body. His arms snake around your thighs, dragging you even closer to him to stop you from rocking your hips on his face.

“Fuckkkk, you taste so good, baby. I can’t get enough.” He almost didn’t even sound like your Atsushi; he was way too confident. Maybe that’s not the word for it right now, but your mind is a mess, only able to focus on how good Astushi’s tongue feels against you. You can’t even get a single word besides his name and a few broken sentences. Your fingers make their way into his hair as you arch your back in pleasure, only for Atsushi to stop briefly. “Hands by your side, baby,” he says, moving his way up your body to come face-to-face with you. You do as he says and put your arms by your sides, then he engulfs you in a kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue. “That’s a good girl.” You whimper at his words; this definitely was not your Atsushi, but you weren’t complaining either.

Atsushi kisses his way back down your body, starting with your neck, then down the valley of your breasts and your stomach, then he hovers over your cunt. You can feel his warm breath against your wet folds, but he avoids it all together and goes to kiss and bite at your thighs.

“Atsushi~ god please," you’re stopped halfway through your plea when Atsushi buries his face again between your legs, working his tongue in and out of your pussy. “Fuck!” you moan, arching your back again, and you grip the bed sheets tightly. Who knew he would be so skilled with his tongue? Not even you could teach him this. Somewhere through the bliss, his tongue was replaced with two of his fingers, and he sucked on your clit.You could feel yourself pushing yourself into bed, feeling the wave of pleasure as Atssushi pumps his fingers in and out of you while flicking his tongue over your clit repeatedly.

He loved hearing your breathless moans as he brought you to your release. It's all because of how good he’s making you feel all by himself, not you telling him what to do. Your reactions to him—your legs shaking, your walls clenching around his fingers, and your face flushing all because of him— You buck your hips once more, letting yourself cum all over Atsushi’s fingers with a loud moan of his name, but even after, he still slowly moves his fingers in and out.

"Where did you learn that?” You ask between breaths as you lie on the bed. Atsushi removes his fingers from your cunt and once again makes his way up to look at you face-to-face.

“I’ll tell you later, but we aren't done yet.” He looks down at you softly, his eyes still filled with desire, as you look back up at him, still recovering from your orgasm.

Chuuya -

“You look so pretty like this doll.” Chuuya stood at the foot of the bed, admiring you naked in all your glory with a red rope around your wrists and attached to the headboard with a silky blindfold over your eyes. You can feel the bed dip beside you and Chuuya learning over you, his voice next to your ear. “I wish you could see just how beautiful you look.” He kisses your temple. You hear the rustling of clothes and his belt hitting the floor. You squirm in anticipation of what Chuuya has in store for you.

Chuuya grips your legs and brings his face close to one of your thighs, his breath giving you goosebumps over your skin. He kisses your thighs gently and moves up your body. He kisses your stomach all the way to your breasts. You arch your back, feeling his lips around your nipple and his tongue running over the sensitive bud while his hand pinches and plays with the other one before he gives the same attention to the other one. “So perfect for me.” He lets go and continues his journey up, kissing your collarbones and each side of your neck until he hits your ear again. “Perfect for me to ruin.” He sits up and looks at your face. Your lip caught between your lips, the blindfold was still secure around your eyes, and there was a slight shine on your skin from the sweat due to the foreplay earlier.

You were relying on sound and touch alone to figure out what Chuuya’s next move would be, but he was so quiet, and his damn ability made it nearly impossible until he gripped your hips and positioned himself in front of your entrance. Chuuya teased your cunt with his cock before slowly pushing it inside you. You both moaned, then he started moving in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. He was going to take his time with you.

“God, you were made for me, doll. Fit me so perfectly.” You moaned loudly and squirmed each time his cock hit deeper inside of you, your hands holding tightly onto the rope for something to touch if you couldn't hold onto Chuuya. With your legs wrapping around Chuuya’s waist to try pushing him closer to you, he started to pound into you harder, but keeping at a slow pace, and you got louder each time his name fell from your lips. The ropes were giving off a burning sensation around your wrists. Each harsh thrust Chuuya gave you—a mixture of pain and pleasure—had you hissing and moaning at the same time.

“More Chuuya, please.” You beg; you wish you could see Chuuya, your imagination doing nothing for you, wanting to see Chuuya fall apart while he watches you fall apart too. Chuuya smiled smugly; he could feel you tighten around him. Your hips were lifted off the bed as he started to quicken the pace, slamming into you roughly.

“I feel you, darlin'; you're so close.” Chuuya was meant to take his time with you, but your pussycat was just too good not to lose control. His slow, sensual plan for the night definitely took a turn into more raw and rough passion. “Squeezin’ me so tight, baby.” Chuuya tosses his head back; he was not far behind.

“Chuuya! I'm going to cum!” You shouted in pure bliss; he was hitting all the right spots; he knew your pussy so well.

“Not far behind you, doll.” The two of you chased your highs, your moans joining in unison as you both cum together. "Fuck, baby, I really have no control when it comes to you.” Chuuya leans down and kisses your forehead.

Dazai -

 'That sweet talking son of a bitch.’ You huff to yourself as you take your seat at your desk. His stupid idea was completely impractical, let alone utterly humiliating, and still you agreed. Dazai and his silver tongue—you could completely ruin his fun and just take it out now, and he would be none the wiser? Or maybe he knows you’ll do that? It's hard to outsmart Dazai. He knows you too well and speaks of the devil. He smiles warmly at you as he takes his seat across Kunikida and Atsushi. You watch as they all engage in conversation, waiting for Dazai to do something. How can he possibly think you’ll get any work done if you are on edge the whole day? Maybe that's his plan? To do nothing and keep you in a constant state of excitement and nervousness.

Then you see it. Dazai reaches for his pocket, and you can see the small black remote he hides under the table out of sight of Kunikida and Atsushi. You stare intently at the small black box in his hands. Your body tenses, waiting for the vibrations to start, but it doesn't happen. You can see the small, subtle smirk on his face as he listens to Atsushi. ‘Bastard’. He’s just playing with the remote in his hand, his thumb grazing over the button, threatening to push the very button that can ruin you within a second, and the thought of it is already making you wet. You were too caught up in your own thoughts to notice the three of them staring at you.

“Y/n? You there?” Atsushi looks at you with concern. You blink a few times, and you briefly look at Dazai, who’s wearing a dark smirk behind Kunikida and Atsushi.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You clear your throat, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Kunikida looks at you with a disappointed look for not listening to him in the first place.

“I was saying we have a meeting with a client at..." You could no longer hear Kunikida’s voice. The only thing you could register in that moment were the vibrations deep in your pussy. You gripped the table, your knuckles turning white as you pressed your legs together automatically. Your eyes were wide when you realized that he had pressed the button. Biting back a moan, you tried tuning Kunikida back in, but it was no use. “Y/n! Are you even listening to  me?"The vibrator stopped, and you took a shaky breath.

"Yeah, I heard you. Sorry.” You force a smile, trying to play it off. Kunikida sighed but went back to his work, realizing he'd just be wasting more of his precious time on you if you weren't going to listen. You too went back to work after finally composing yourself, but you were still on edge because of Dazai, but holy hell did it feel good.

Eventually you had forgotten all about it, getting too engrossed in your work, and you had managed to meet with the client Kunikida had mentioned earlier. Your day was just starting until those vibrations started again out of nowhere. Your back arched and your hand slammed on the table as you took a sharp inhale at the pleasurable feeling, and you pressed your legs together again for some kind of friction. You noticed all eyes on you as soon as you did that, including Dazai, who had such an evil grin on his face. Your face turned pink out of embarrassment.

“S-sorry…cramps” You lie nervously, then try to go back to work, but Dazai doesn't turn the vibrator off; he keeps it going. Your hand is now subtly trying to cover your mouth as you try to prevent yourself from moaning, and your thighs are once again pressing and rubbing together for some kind of release. Dazai kept this up for the majority of the day, and somehow each time he knew when you would be close, he would just stop.

It was finally the end of the tortuous day, and you were the last one in the office, packing up your things. Then it started again, and thank God no one was around because you let out a moan that you had been holding in while you gripped the table again, bending over to steady yourself. Your legs felt like they could give out on you.

“You’ve been holding that one all day.” You can hear the amusement in his voice as he presses himself up behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder.”

“Dazai…Please” You moan louder; you just want him to stop leaving you on the edge of your orgasm. Dazai’s arms snake around your waist, his right hand traveling down the waistband of your skirt and passing your pants to rub circles on your clit.

“So wet," he murmurs into your ear, applying a little bit of pressure to your clit as he slowly continues to rub circles on it while the vibrator is still going. “And we haven't even gotten to the good part yet.” You let out a whimper as he kisses your neck.

"Dazai, please, let me cum.” Your voice was desperate, and your head rested on his shoulder as he continued to kiss and nibble at your neck. His fingers move a little faster on your aching clit, he just needs to say the words, and you’ll cum right then and there, but he keeps dragging it out, and you're nothing but a moaning mess. Your legs can't even hold you up with how shakey they are as you approach your orgasm.

“You can, Bella; you deserve that much.” He smirks as he presses his lips against your cheek as he helps guide you through your orgasm. The hand that isn't abusing your sensitive bundle of nerves went to his pocket to retrieve the little remote Dazai has become well acquainted with throughout the day.

“Dazai!” Letting out a strangled moan and biting your lip in pure bliss as you came around the vibrator that's been in your cunt all day. Dazai stops rubbing your clit and turns off the vibrator. Your chest is heaving, and a thin layer of sweat has formed on your forehead.

“That’s it, and like I said, that was only the beginning."

Fyodor -

Fyodor never looks at you, and if he does, he looks at you like you’re the dirt beneath his boot. Only on rare occasions like this would he ever look at you, however. Fyodor's gaze barely left the monitors that are stationed behind you. He was acting as if you weren’t bouncing yourself on his cock, his seemingly bored expression never changing, but he wasn't bored. No, not at all. Ignoring you was his way of encouraging you to try harder at getting his attention. You want Fyodor to look at you? To praise you? To grant you a mind-blowing orgasm? You’re going to have to try harder than that, and Fyodor is a patient man with an impressive amount of self-control, which you hate.

You’re struggling, to say the least. Your breathless moans fill the silence of the room as you continue to fuck yourself with Fyodor’s cock, rocking your hips as much as you can before bouncing up and down again, but it just wasn’t the same. Your head falls onto his shoulder as your hands grip his arms, trying to chase your orgasm. You momentarily stop just to catch your breath to go again; doing this yourself was agonisingly painful. You just want Fyodor to take control of you right now so that you don't have to do it alone.

Fyodor knows you're struggling, and he finally looks at you. His gaze is one of amusement and pity at how pathetic you look, trying and failing at chasing your own orgasm like the slut you are without his help.

“Look at you, Myshka—you can’t even do something so simple by yourself.” He smirks as he strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. His hands trail down to your hips as he holds you in place before thrusting into you. You throw your head back and cry out as he thrusts himself deeper into you, your nails digging into his shoulders that are definitely going to leave marks. “You truly are pathetic, aren't you?” Fyodor will never praise you, no matter what you do. You know that now.

“Oh God!  Fyodor!” You moan loudly and throw your head back as he continues to thrust into you, now fully in control of the pace, only half listening to the degrading things he’s saying to you as if they aren't true.

“That’s right, Myshka, I’m your god.” He holds your chin so that you’re looking at him. He wants to watch you completely fall apart on his cock. Fyodor continued to control your movements; they were fast-paced, leaving you barely a chance to catch your breath. “Eyes on me.” His tone is commanding yet almost condescending, as if you can’t even do that on your own.

“M’gonna cum. Fuck!” You scream as pleasure washes over you as your walls squeeze his cock.

“That’s right, let everyone hear just how good your ‘god’ makes you feel.” He whispers in your ear as you chase your high. Your nails dig deeper into his shoulder, breaking the skin and leaving crescent moon shapes at this point as you finally cum.

Your head rests on his shoulder as you catch your breath coming down from your high. You feel his hand grip your chin gently, making you look at him. Fyodor still has that look on his face—that you’re pathetic and worthless.

“There, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" He smirked down at you, his head tilted, then let go of your chin before looking back at the monitors again. You don't move; he didn’t ask, nor did he move you himself. So you sit there with his cock still embedded inside of you and your head back on his shoulder as you relax. He looked at you. The only time he will ever look at you, even for a few short minutes, is when his cock is buried in your cunt with nothing but degrading words spilling from his mouth. A few minutes later, you stay still, now fully calmed down. You feel his hand on your hair, and you expect him to grab a fist full for him to drag you off of him and toss you to the side like you meant nothing, but instead he strokes your head gently. “You did well, Myshka.”

[invidiia]

Which yanderes are not afraid of breaking your bones, either as a lesson or from the moment they capture you to make sure you never try escaping?

bone breakin' - yandere BSD - kolyakisses

includes ; jouno saigiku, fyodor dostoevsky, chuuya nakahara, ryuunosuke akutagawa, osamu dazai

warnings ; yandere characters, bone breaking, kidnapped reader, mention of cutting off limbs at dazai's part

note ; HEY ANON IDK IF THIS WAS A QUESTION OR REQUEST BUT EITHER WAY ITS A POST!! ANYWAY I LVOE THSI QUESITONEHDHE

i think that jouno would most definitely break your bones in advance, so that you never try to leave. he will likely break one of your legs first.

fyodor would warn you and tell you that he would most definitely break every bone in your body if you so much as try to leave. of course, he wouldn't really do that unless he had to, just as a warning. but he will absolutely break your legs, and he might just break your ankle first so that you don't get any ideas.

chuuya will break your ankle. he won't do it immediately, but he'll do it the moment you try to leave. he'll sit there with you while tears drip down your face, petting your hair and telling you he had to. don't worry, though - it won't happen again after this.

akutagawa will break both of your legs if you try to escape from him. no, he doesn't care if it hurts! you were going to leave him after everything he'd done for you. he killed people for you, and that's how you repay him? let's see how you like not being able to walk without him.

it all depends. agency!dazai is the least likely to break anything. he has a work reputation, doesn't he? the others likely know you, and if you broke anything, they'd know that, too. best to punish you with something other than broken bones. if this is port mafia!dazai, then you're totally fucked. he doesn't care - he'll take your whole arm off if he thinks he needs to. just don't get on his bad side there.

[shadyteacup]

I don’t know if you take requests but I just binge read your stuff so could I request a Soukoku Drabble it can be whatever you want as long as it’s fluff thank you have a nice day/night. Don’t force yourself to do this if you don’t want to or have no inspiration. <3

Hehe thanks for the request! This helped me break out of my writers block<3

Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara || Fluff

My Way Or The Highway

Dazai winced as his eyes were blinded by harsh, laser like beams.

He groaned and made his displeasure very evident, too.

“Ouch! My eyes have been burned!”

He covered both his eyes with his palms, wiggling dramatically in his bed.

A certain ginger sighed at the window, him being the culprit of the brunettes misery.

“Shut up, idiot.”

Chuuya further pulled the curtain apart, making Dazai gasp in horror.

“How could you do this to me?!”, he said, finally peeking from under his palms to give Chuuya a devastated look of betrayal.

Chuuya stood with his hands folded, giving Dazai a deadpan look.

“You need to get up and wash your stinky ass.”

Chuuya pulled at Dazai’s blanket, making the tall man shriek as the cold morning air hit his comfortably warm body.

Dazai rolled around on the bed, trying to find an ounce of warmth to curl into.

Chuuya, clearly irritated, decided to forcefully pull the manchild out of bed.

They both had work to do, and Chuuya hated being late.

He tried to yank Dazai’s feet, but Dazai’s limbs were flailing everywhere.

“Aaaa! Chuuya is kidnapping me!”, Dazai yelled, continuing his mindless wiggling on the bed.

Chuuya leaped at his leg again, only to be accidentally kicked in the head.

That was his breaking point.

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic!”, the red head yelled, finally losing his patience.

“Can’t you act fucking mature for once?!”

Dazai suddenly stopped his flailing, and froze. He looked up at Chuuya with wide eyes, not having expected him to raise his voice.

Chuuya immediately felt guilt stab his heart as he realised what he had done, and felt even worse when he saw the slow build up of tears in Dazai’s eyes.

“Shit shit shit, I’m so sorry love..”

He hurriedly climbed onto the bed and hugged Dazai. Dazai smushed his face into the crook of Chuuya’s neck, sniffling timidly.

Chuuya felt immense pain as he heard Dazai cry softly, and weaved his fingers in Dazai’s soft brown locks to comfort him.

“I’m so sorry. I know you were just being silly, I was so angry for nothing.”

Chuuya went on to explain everything that had happened at work yesterday and how he was frustrated and tired, and maybe that’s why he suddenly yelled at Dazai.

“I know that this is not a valid reason in any way, but I just thought that you should know.. And that I wasn’t mad because of you, and-“

Dazai listened to the ginger ramble on, guilt evident in the tone of his voice. He smirked into his hair, away from Chuuya’s view as he realised that he really had his lovely chibi wrapped around his finger.

Dazai suddenly flipped the both of them, surprising Chuuya as his back hit the mattress.

“What the-“

Dazai hovered over the ginger, a smirk evident on his smug face.

“This is going to be your apology, chibi.”, he said, eyeing Chuuya’s wide ocean eyes, and admiring the slight blush on his freckled cheeks.

Dazai traced a finger along Chuuya’s lips, making them involuntarily part. He invaded the gingers mouth, lightly pressing down on his tongue, reigniting memories from the night before, making Chuuya blush a deep shade of red.

Dazai chuckled, “Your face matches your hair.”

Chuuya looked away, embarrassed. His breathing deepened in anticipation. If this was how he had to apologise, then he’d yell at the brunette everyday, he thought.

Suddenly, Dazai collapsed on top of him, getting comfortable before snoring.

Chuuya was left stunned.

“Did.. did you do all that just to get more sleep?!”

Chuuya’s shocked question was met with sound snores and a hidden cheeky smirk.

Chuuya sighed as he, too, got comfortable.

There was no way he could do anything that his tall idiot didn’t want to do.

I guess I’m going to have to skip work today, he thought, smiling fondly at the brunette sleeping on his chest.

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[yandere-romanticaa]

Dealing with anything outside of the agency was just not your forte. Being stuck to your desk 24/7 hardly helped either but desperate times called for desperate measures so you turned to the only thing that felt familiar. To any sane person, turning to the mafia was an act of absolute lunacy but you were scared and in desperate need of protection and frankly, you didn't want to stress out your coworkers more than you already did. You knew that if you told them the extent of your fear and worries that they would drop everything they were doing and would assist you immediately but ... So much has happened these past few months. It wouldn't be fair to burden them. The mafia was your only option, if they'd have you.

Oddly enough you were welcomed with open arms and by an executive of all people.

There he sat across you in all his mighty glory, a cup of blood red wine on the table, legs crossed and the usual smirk you had come to expect from the ginger man. Despite being in a rival agency, Chuuya was always oddly curt towards you, maybe even downright polite. Well, that was his usual attitude towards strangers (unless he was being provoked that is) but with you it felt... Different. Did you like it? You didn't know. But that didn't matter at this point in time.

"I didn't think you'd come so openly to us." said Chuuya smugly, never once breaking eye contact with you. Feeling yourself tense up you opened your mouth to say something but he interrupted you instead.

"It's alright babe, I know a poor soul when I see one."

Wow, he was oddly intuitive. Uncrossing his legs Chuuya slightly lowered himself, possibly to grab the glass of wine that lay dormant on the table. With a sharp breath you finally spoke up:

"I'm being followed and I no longer feel safe in my own skin anymore. I don't want to bother anyone at the agency but I can't defend myself either so..."

Raising his finger in the air he promptly silenced you.

"So, what you're saying is that you want us to take the fall for whatever happens to you?"

Crap you didn't even bother thinking about the implications. A sudden wave of nausea hit you like a truck but it soon was magically replaced by confusion as the executive started to laugh.

"I'm kidding. I can be funny too, when I want to be."

You couldn't help but to break out into a tiny smile yourself, albeit a very crooked one. Chuuya didn't seem to mind though. You suddenly felt something warm on the top of your hand and you came to the realization that it was most likely Chuuya's hand. You felt his fingers trace various patterns across the soft flesh, like he was trying to get you to talk more, maybe even to soothe you?

You honestly weren't too sure.

His eyes shined with conviction, like a man on a mission. "Tell you the truth, I don't mind you coming here." he said gently. An odd feeling of warmth filled your chest as you blushed but Chuuya didn't allow you the luxury of turning your head.

"Look me in the eye when you speak to me, please. That's all I want."

Was he always so gentle? The Chuuya you knew was brash, loud and, and...

And like magic, he was suddenly next to you, both of your wrists trapped in a tight grip. Feeling his hot breath fan your face you almost felt like squealing but your stupid brain immediately went into overdrive, causing you to say the absolute worst possible thing.

"Dazai-"

"Dazai?"

Shit. Shit, shit, he was going to crush you -

Chuuya was beyond vocal with his distaste for the suicidal maniac and you always understood his reasoning.

But you were a fool and Dazai was charming. It was a very common occurrence for him to flirt with you in the office, to hold you close like this. Dazai was always light and airy, he would be gone almost as fast as he came.

It was fascinating how Chuuya was the complete opposite.

His presence was heavy and the way his eyes glared daggers at you almost made you regret your decision coming here. However, instead of numb pain or a sharp impact you were met with only softness as you could feel him climbing on top of you, your head and back making contact with the soft couch in the process.

"You are here with me and you have the nerve to say that bastards name?"

If he said anything else besides that, you wouldn't know. After all, how could you focus when the mafioso held you so tight but oh so sweetly, almost like a flower you were to scared to drop. You saw his lips move but you couldn't hear any noises that came out of them. For the tiniest second, you imagined what would be like to kiss him, to kiss the fiery man that hovered above you, to taste the bitter wine on his delectable lips.

Your fantasies soon crashed and burned the moment Chuuya said:

"You really should consider leaving the Agency and join us, y'know."

He... He can't be serious. He was joking, you were sure of it. Confusion was written all over your face but Chuuya's stayed the same, no cracks whatsoever. He tsked, his left eye twitching ever so lightly.

"Those detectives can't keep you safe, obviously. But, the Port Mafia can, I can. I can give you anything and everything, just say the word and it is yours."

His words echoed loudly inside your mind and you gaped like a fish, looking at literally anywhere that wasn't him.

Well, what will you do?

The choice is yours.

ENDING 1. (you leave the ADA) // ENDING 2. (you stay in the ADA)

[chuuyaswifeandhoe]

You shouldn't trust your shadow

Pairing: Chuuya x femreader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mention of death

Not proof read

Third part of the series: I Not today; II If only

“NO!!!”

“Yes”. 

Both voices spoke at the same time. You sighed but didn't say anything else, waiting for Mori to decide what was going to happen next. Chuuya on the other hand was fuming. He didn't want to have a conjoined mission with you. No, actually scratch that, he didn't want to have you here, in this room, in this life. Well, you certainly did not expect him to be excited about the change of events, but your plan was working. Mori putting you two together was just the cherry on top and made you almost happy. Obviously, you weren't going to disobey an order from your direct boss. 

You came home from the mission two days ago, had two days off and you were called in an urgent meeting. Opening the door of Mori's office your eyes met the back of your ex-lover. For a few seconds, a wave of emotions hit you, questioning if it was a good idea to be there, eyes widening. But you put your icy mask back on “You called, Boss?”. 

Chuuya was annoyed at the fact that Mori wanted him to be paired with a new recruit. It didn't matter how good she was and what an outstanding evolution this girl had. He couldn't find any information about you, it was like you vanished, so his mind was worrying just about this problem. Dazai only knew that you visited the apartment you both lived in at every six-month mark of the break up then disappeared without a trace. But he didn't expect to hear your voice here. No, it couldn't be, it was just a coincidence, it was just a similar one. His heart clenched in his chest and suddenly it was hard to breathe. He slowly glanced over his shoulder to see the person who spoke, praying all existing Gods that his mind played a trick on him and just mistook your voice. And then he saw you. For the first time in a long time, he saw his beloved and his heart shattered all over again like the day he had to break up with you. Big blue eyes scanned over your features, taking in the scars over your legs, the deathly stare you were carrying, the emotionless voice. Even though he was sure Y/N was in front of him, it was like he did not recognize you. Where was the light in your eyes, your kind smile, and just that warmth you had in yourself? 

“Shadow, you'll be paired with executive Nakahara for the following missions. Do you have any complaints?’’

‘’ No, boss.’’ your voice was empty, with no emotions, no cracking, you almost surprised yourself.

‘’Wait a minute boss, this…’’ It was the first time the executive’s voice cracked and he lost his composure. He did not want to do this. Have a mission with you? No, this must be a nightmare, you couldn’t be in the mafia, your place was not there!

‘’Yes, Chuuya-kun? Do you have any concerns?’’

‘’You said she was a new joiner boss, I don’t want to babysit during the missions. I don’t think she’s trained enough to have missions with me or any other executive for that matter.’’

‘’Oh, is that so? I must admit, she is indeed a new joiner compared to any other assets of the mafia, but you have near you one of our finest assassins Chuuya-kun’’.

You saw how his eyes widened in shock, a smile almost appearing on your lips. You hoped it hurt him to his core. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

‘’Chuuya-kun, I see that you still have some doubts about it. Why don’t you see how the next mission goes, then, if you are not satisfied with Shadow’s abilities, I’ll not pressure you two to work together.’’

Chuuya groaned in exasperation but then just accepted his fate. There was no point in arguing with Mori and maybe making the situation even worse than it already is.

‘‘Fine, Boss.’’

‘’You’ll receive the file for your next mission later this day. Don’t disappoint me’’.

You just bowed your head and turned on your heels, getting out of the office. You heard Chuuya’s steps right behind you, but you were set on getting away from him as soon as possible. He followed you for a while, not wanting to approach you so close to Mori’s office, so when he pulled you back by the left shoulder, your reflexes kicked in and your right hand reached for the dagger you were keeping inside your coat and put it next to his throat, now fully facing him. His eyes were big, he did not expect such a reaction, for sure.

‘’WHAT THE HELL Y/N!!?’’

You squinted your eyes at him and pushed the blade into his skin.

‘’My name is Shadow and you’ll address me as such. Y/N is dead.’’  You saw his expression change from angry to surprised, then sorrowful. He was conflicted, you could see the hurt in his eyes, how the joy of finding you was transforming into regret, in sadness. Ah, you had him exactly where you wanted. But it was not enough. You would destroy him the way he did to you. Break every fiber of his being, until life is no longer an option. 

‘’ I’m sorry…’’ These were the only words that left his lips. His voice cracked like he wanted to tell you so many things but he couldn’t. You just looked at him with a blank expression, making him so desperate for answers. He breath deeply and continued ‘’Why… why the mafia?’’

‘’An eye for an eye, a broken soul to break another. Your actions have consequences Nakahara-san. That’s why.’’ you kept your voice cold, trying so hard to mask the anger and the way you just wanted to scream at him for what he did. For how he humiliated you, how he broke you.

‘’I’m sorry, I was a fool. That’s not what I wanted, I just wanted you to move on. I did not know if I would come alive from that mission and you being associated with me would’ve just made you a target.’’ The only thing you were hearing were cheap excuses.

‘’Next time you try to touch me without my consent Nakahara-san, the dagger will not stop just to bruise your neck, understood?’’ You slowly retracted your arm and placed the dagger back in his spot. You did not have anything else to tell him. You already made a choice and his apologies will not change your mind. ‘’We’re colleagues from now on, I’ll do my part of the job, you do yours, executive Nakahara. Don’t get in my business and I’ll not get into yours. And don’t get in my way, I have no mercy towards anyone for that matter. I'm not and will not be in the light anymore. I chose for myself to step in the dark, to understand your motives, but the only thing I got is that you were a coward. People are not born with the fear of the dark but they learn to fear it. Don't trust the night, don't trust the dark, and mostly, you shouldn’t trust your shadow Nakahara-san’’

‘’So you expect me to just get used to this? To you being one of the most skilled assassins? And how the hell did that even happen? You are not able to kill!’’ Chuuya’s voice was getting louder, he wanted answers. No, he wanted redemption for both him and you. You were not a cold killer in his eyes. You were his ray of sunshine, everyone's ray of sunshine. You had bo place roaming in the shadows. He wanted to delete your smug smirk when you were saying your new name. You did not belong in the dark, lurking in the shadows of evil.

‘’ Everyone can kill with the right motivation, Chu.’’ You saw his expression change again at the use of his old nickname. But being in the same phrase as the word kill made his stomach revolve. ‘’ I expect you not to trust me or my words and I expect you to act professional. Whatever assumption you have about me is based on an old version of myself who was killed one year and a half ago in our apartment.‘’

‘’Y/N you can’t be serious. I can’t, this is madness. You’re not… you were not capable of murder. You were supposed to stay away from this blood-coded life’’ He was in denial and he was bargaining for his sanity.  ‘’You should be happy and involved in whatever activity but not in the Mafia.’’

You stayed silent for some seconds. Then, before turning around and walking away from him you left him one last message.

‘’You should learn to fear your Shadow, Nakahara-san’’

Chuuya remained petrified on the spot. How could all this happen? He pondered your last words and it only made it worse. Your message was loud and clear, going on repeat in his head, like the last thought before an imminent death: ‘’You should learn to fear me’’. 

[qifreyrepublic]

ahh hiii! I saw your blog and was wondering if I could request a yandere!Chuuya x Male!Reader whose love language is d3@th thr3@t$??? I was thinking maybe the reader was perfectly fine with the yandere tendencies and has a weird way of flirting. It’s perfectly fine if not :]

example:

“Chuuya, I will take an apple and shove it in your mouth before lighting you on fire and burning you alive.”

Man has killer ribs (literally)

Note; Zero idea when you asked this! And my sincerest apologies for not answering, I perhaps... Forgot this account existed, per se... Also, DEFINITELY OOC, I wrote this T almost 12am and did not go over for spelling errors, nor did I put s lot of effort into the writing... I promise to rewrite this in the future.

Pairing; Yan!Chuuya x Threatening!Male Reader

TRIGGER WARNING; Death threats, possible relationship toxicity, death jokes. (Do NOT reinact anything depicted in this writing.)

DO NOT REUPLOAD!!!

"Doll... Can you pass me the wine?"

Chuuya said with an exasperated sigh, his hands moving up to undo his waist coat, allowing it to drop to the floor with a soft-- 'thump.' Before be reached down and scooped up the fabric from the floor.

"Oh yeah? How about I do ya' another favor and shove it so far up your ass that it comes out your mouth and you become s wine fountain? Well, you might as well be! You drink that shit so much I'm surprised you haven't turned red!"

M/N said with an overly sarcastic tone; His legs were thrown lazily over the side of the couch, allowing them to dangle down while his h/c cascaded against the soft, velvety, red couch cushions.

"Besides, Chuuya! You have legs that work! Use them. Unless you want to end up like that one agency member... Cuntikida? Kunikooda? Kunkidoouh? Something or another."

*With a soft eye roll, Chuuya reached into the wine cabinet himself and pulled out the fanciest and strongest wine he could find; The bottle's glass was a deep maroon color which constrasted against the gold accents that surrounded the label and cork.

With a gentle pop, the bottle was opened, followed behind was the sound of a gentle pour of liquid rushing down into a glass.

"Don't tell me that mackerel Dazai tried to break in to find you."

*A huff escaped the h/c male's lips as he tossed his phone to the side, allowing the device to land onto the glass coffee table with a thud.*

"And what if he did, leprechaun? What are you going to do about it? Use your powers and cross the fucking rainbow to beat his ass?"

*M/N said with a scoff before throwing his legs to the side, allowing him to sit up properly.*

"Besides, you won't even let me leave this place! It's only natural to be bitchy you stupid ass ginger! What? Are you lacking braincekss to-- Hey! Chuuya!"

*M/N yelped, squirming about as Chuuya had grabbed him by the back of the shirt before pulling him up and holding him in the air as if he were a wet cat.*

"What you need to do is learn how to behave, doll. Maybe then I would be more lenient about letting you leave without being under my supervision."

*The ginger said before walking towards the bedroom and dropping the male into the bad and slipping into the man's lap, straddling him in the bed while his gloved hand either held a wine bottle or was tracing the jaw line of th male beneath him.

"Besides... You know what happened the last time you misbehaved, doll."

Chuuya said as he took a sip of his wine before placing a kiss to the man's cheek; His eyes sneakily stealing glances at the chain that was still connected to the bed.*

"Whatever! This is why you failed go become the better Ed-Sheeran you Ayano ripoff!!"

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"Would you shut up already?"

"I hope your motorcycle crashes next time you're out and you die!"

[sips-tea-cutely]

Bathing together for the first time

osamu dazai, chūya nakahara

cw: a lil nsfw, implied sh (osamu), maki strayed off topic and ranted…

@your--local--freak

#Osamu Dazai

despite how flirtatious he is usually, i think he’d only do this really later into the relationship (1 1/2 year?) it’s something dazai considers pretty intimate and we all know how dazai is with intimacy…

would be more into showers? honestly, he doesn’t have a bias. it isn’t cause he’s rushing to work or anything it’s just that a shower has more freedom to tug at your waist and maybe even a quickie before work 🫶

the first time would be after a long mission. after meeting him at cafe uzumaki, you noticed how whiny and exhausted the brunette was. “haah… my legs are like spaghetti~… darling, please carry me~” he groans. arriving home, he flops on the dining table while you start to prepare a bath for him— going all out too; bath salts, aromatherapy candles, im so jealous </33

dragging a whiny detective who is, not to mention 5’9 is not an easy task. “i was re- eh? is—is this for me?!” he exclaimed. “well, yea it’s not like im showing you a bath i made for myself…” you whisper sarcastically, stealing a giggle from the detective. “hm, do you know what would make me the happiest? if you[!] joined me <3. don’t blush like that, you’ve seen me naked plenty of times” he teasingly frowned.

getting into the bath with you, he dips his whole body in, almost as if he’s trying to drown himself… just kidding, dear~! quietly snickering, he moves back up so that most of his chest is visible, dozens of scars on his shoulders and a prominent slash on his stomach, despite knowing him for years over, it is now you realize how truly little you know about him.

“darling! did no one tell you it’s rude to stare? my…” he grumbles lightheartedly before laughing. his laughs soon die out though once he realizes you aren’t laughing. imagine the mafia prodigy’s shock when you wrapped yourself tightly around him while lightly tracing the faded wounds collected over the years.

laying his head to rest on the bath’s counter, his senses are filled with the overwhelming scent of lavender while his heart tightens in fear and comfort. nothing like this has ever happened to dazai, what should he do in such a situation like this? despite his fear of being loved, this was just to resplendent to avoid, he needed more of these affections, more from you.

despite how scared of love he is, he wants more, call him greedy, call him selfish— all that matters is that you’ll be there to love him just as he will the same

#Chuuya Nakahara

he’d suggest pretty early in on the relationship (after 2-4 weeks of living together). he’s relatively open to anything romantic since well, it’s you! you’re just too lovely to say no to <3

prefers baths! of course, he wouldn’t turn down showering with you either, considering his line of work, any kind of affection is better than nothing. however, he does find baths together much more romantic especially if some slow jazz is playing

ok in the first bullet, i lied. he didn’t really suggest per se, but was pushed into a corner tbh. he came back home quite late and didn’t hear his 4 different alarms ringing and by the time he woke up— shit, it’s already 10! if he didn’t come in by 11:30, mori would probably kick his ass back and forth </33

ah! you were just preparing for your shift as well, mind if he… slides into your shower? wink wink 🤭🤭

he quickly explained his situation to you and being a lovely s/o, agreed <33. honestly rushed it since he was late and all but it was kinda hot seeing steam rush out of the shower as water poured on you both, his silky hair damp as his slim fingers run through them…

later in the day, he felt rlly bad since he’s a sucker for romance and that was just… not it. during his lunch break he went out to a belgian store near his favorite bar and bought some chocolates as well as a bouquet of white orchids, the flowers of apology (totally didn’t choose a for a family member flower to foreshadow marriage thats so wack….)

‘came back on break. wtf is this [insert picture]’ ‘oh i felt bad abt this morning… might not be able 2 go in during ur break tho ig…’ ‘omg how abt u join me later then and make it up to me? 🥰’ ‘[…] so im thinking ill come home a quarter to 11’

despite the conversation, he really did mean everything. having a dangerous job and not to mention constantly putting you in danger is a red flag, the least he could’ve done was be the ideal boyfriend to you, right? no, it’s time to stop thinking like that. love isn’t walking on eggshells with spikes on them; love is unconditional and loyal, it loves no matter the flaws or imperfections. and, god if that isn’t the most romantic thing in the world… 💖

[sickficideas]

🦴 for chuuya pleaseee :)

Sick or Treat!

Thank you anon I love writing chuuya💖💖💖💖 this was a fun opportunity for a little skk angst i hope you like it!!

🦴 (Injury) - Dazai/Chuuya

“Don't make me blindfold you,” Dazai says with an annoyed sigh, but Chuuya can't even be bothered to bite back at him. It hurts so bad that he can hardly breathe.

“Are they - they're coming?” Chuuya breathes out, biting into his lip to distract from the unbelievable pain in his leg.

“I hope so. I definitely can't splint this myself,” Dazai says very casually, considering the situation. Chuuya doesn't know exactly how bad the break in his thigh is, but he can certainly feel it. He thinks he might die if Dazai tries to even touch it, let alone splint it.

“It's - it's bad, huh?” Chuuya chokes out, throwing his head back and biting holes into his lip just from the slightest accidental movement. This sort of thing normally doesn't happen when he uses Corruption, he's not sure what went wrong this time - and even worse, he's dealing with all of the side effects that using Corruption comes with, too, on top of the white-hot pain. He's losing his touch.

His muscles feel like they're burning underneath his skin. He's almost certain he's got a raging fever already, it's clouding his thoughts and already making him forget what's happened.

“Hey, are you listening?” Dazai says, and Chuuya realizes he's been speaking to him the whole time. He's forgotten what he was just thinking about, all he can focus on is the excruciating feeling in his thigh, and he decides he has to see it. He lifts his head, just a little to peer over at the injury. There's a lot more blood than he was expecting, but something off-white poking out amidst it all.

The bone is sticking out. Holy shit, that's his bone.

He can't even begin to attempt to hold back the rush of vomit that comes up his throat. He leans over to the side to throw up, choking and sputtering and just for a few seconds before he feels a hand on his back to steady him. God, he's never done well with this sort of thing, and certainly not if it's himself. His ears feel like they're stuffed with cotton and the way it's disorienting him only makes him more nauseous, somehow. He moans and grits his teeth, spitting up the rest of the acid in his mouth.

“They'll be here soon,” Dazai tells him. Chuuya barely hears him. He wants to go home. He doesn't feel good. Every time he uses Corruption he wishes to never do it again, and especially right now. Dazai's hand moves to his chest to lay him back down into the grass, and Chuuya's head luls to the side, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. He groans quietly. He thinks he's losing consciousness, but he tries to fight it.

“Stay with me, Slug,” Dazai says, his hand suddenly on his chin, turning it so he's facing up, and Chuuya tries to force his eyes open. He's right. He's probably bleeding a lot, that's gotta be part of the reason he feels so awful, but the way the pain in his leg has started to numb should probably make him worry. He's suddenly feeling Dazai squeeze his hand, though. “What're you doing this weekend?”

Chuuya recognizes that Dazai's simply trying to keep him conscious, but he wants to believe that maybe he's asking him on a date. He wants to chuckle at the idea, but his chest hurts and his face burns, he doesn't want to move.

The pain suddenly shoots down his thigh again, and he screams, the sound strangled in his throat, and his nausea comes back in full force, too - he definitely would have choked on the vomit rising in his throat if Dazai hadn't turned him on his side to choke up whatever is left in his stomach into the grass, only inches away from his face. He groans and pants over it, wishing more than anything for this to be over.

His cheeks feel like they're on fire, he feels far too many things in his face, his eyes are teary, his throat burns, he's covered in sweat and dirt and blood and he just wants to dunk his head underwater in a warm bath and curl up in his clean sheets and sleep through all of his alarms.

He wishes Dazai still had time to stick around and take care of him. He'd do anything for it, but he'd never admit it.

“Take me home,” Chuuya murmurs quietly once he's gently rolled back on his back. His head is starting to swim, that's always a sign that he's close to losing consciousness.

“I will,” Dazai tells him. Chuuya didn't realize his hand was still gripped tight around his, he squeezes it so hard that it takes his mind off the way his whole body feels right now. “As long as you don't puke on me.”

Chuuya's vaguely aware of a cheeky smile on his face that makes him want to roll his eyes, but he won't. He keeps his focus on Dazai's face, and everything around him is starting to fade out. It's a shame, Dazai kind of looked nice for once, with the night sky as a backdrop. “You're…you'd prob’ly be in't'that, freak…”

“Don't pass out,” Dazai tells him sternly, his expression suddenly changing, Chuuya realizing both of his hands are tight on his. He's trying, he really is, but he's run out of strength. His brain needs to shut down. “Chuuya, stay awake.”

“Take care a'me,” Chuuya barely manages. He wouldn't be surprised if the words never made it out, but Dazai says something to him that he can't hear anymore. He doesn't have any clue if he's agreeing or making some lame excuse, but at least Chuuya tried, right?

His eyelids betray him, and he loses sight of Dazai's eyes. They'd better be there the next time that he opens them.

[ryuvnosuke]

22 with beast sskk

you can find it in ao3 too!

To adapt is to survive. Atsushi knows this. He can’t remember a moment in his life when he hasn’t clung tooth and nail to any slight chance of survival.

The room is completely dark. In the corner he catches a glimpse of the silhouette of a dead man, his only visible eye fixed on him, his red scarf standing out in the shadows.

The ghost of Osamu Dazai rests in the back of his memory. From time to time he makes an appearance in his field of vision, sporting the same appearance he wore the last time he saw him. Atsushi, trying to muster enough strength to look away, tells himself that he had to adapt to worse.

He tries to let that be a consolation. It isn’t.

He straightens up on the futon, inhaling deeply, and remembers all the times Mori advised him to be honest with him. Something about him being a doctor, something about being there to help him. Atsushi is very sorry for him, if his good intentions are genuine, but he’s had enough of people trying to help him.

Akutagawa stirs at his side, wrinkling his nose, but gives no sign of waking up. There is a short pause before Atsushi manages to get up.

You shouldn’t be here, he hears in his head, and the voice sounds strangely improper, strangely familiar. Atsushi doesn’t manage to hold back the urge to look in the direction of where Dazai was standing.

He’s still there.

It’s funny, really, that he insists on telling him things he already knows. Of course he shouldn’t be here. He has thought about it before. He has told Akutagawa, too, who does nothing but belittle any attempt Atsushi makes to put some distance between them. With every backward step he tries to take, Akutagawa pulls him back, and he fails to put all his energy into the tug-of-war. He’d like to pretend it’s simple resignation, but he doesn’t want to pull away, not really, even if he knows it’s dangerous. Even if he knows he has a beast living under his skin, a tiger always bloodthirsty, always hungry for enemy flesh—and when you’ve lived defensively all your life, anyone can be an enemy.

He watches Akutagawa’s sleeping figure. The other’s futon is just inches away from his own. He remembers when he saw Akutagawa again, months after it was all over, how he thought that the effort he had made to make the meeting possible was nothing more than the whim of someone who was trying to be good, but hadn’t quite figured out how.

And yet.

He creeps in the direction of the kitchen. The apartment assigned to Akutagawa by the Agency is small, Atsushi doesn’t have many places to run away to, and he doesn’t want to risk going out for air and running into a member of the Agency. It’s unlikely, considering it’s the middle of the night, but he’s never been known for his good luck. The last thing he needs right now is another human presence. He doesn’t think he could be cordial even if he tried, and the only one who knows how to tolerate his nervous outbursts is the one in this room. Serves him right, moreover, for insisting on having him here.

He sits down on the floor in a corner and hugs his legs. He counts the seconds by following the ticking clock and makes a point of ignoring the knife rack resting on the counter. He brings a hand to his neck instead, fingers stroking part of the huge scar that covers the area where his collar used to be.

Tick-tock. There is a rustle of clothes.

Tick-tock. He can’t see it, but it feels as if Dazai has decided to sit next to him.

Actually, Dazai has never left his side.

“What are you doing?”

He lifts his head with a jolt and tenses. He doesn’t know what he expected to find. He doesn’t know why he expected anything instead of Akutagawa, if Akutagawa is the only reasonable option.

He doesn’t respond. Akutagawa kneels in front of him, wearing his pajamas, not bothering to put on his coat. The image breaks Atsushi’s heart a little. I’m dangerous, he thinks. I could eat you alive.

He’s not sure what he would do if that were to happen—if he were to lose consciousness and, upon awakening, all that remains of Akutagawa is the blood on his hands and portions of his body, muscle and bone everywhere.

Akutagawa is not his enemy. Does the tiger know it, or for it any wound received is worthy of compensation? Does the tiger know of remorse and forgiveness, if Atsushi has excused every wound he has ever given him? Does it understand, or for it someone who is an enemy once is an enemy forever?

He lowers his gaze. He digs his nails into his neck and scratches, searching for even the slightest hint of the pain he was used to, that kept the tiger in line. He looks at the knives on the counter. He bites the tip of his tongue.

Akutagawa reaches up with one hand to take the other’s and pulls it away from his neck, and with the other he strokes the scar area so gently that Atsushi, despite his reservations, melts under his touch.

(He remembers the night he removed the collar with Akutagawa’s help.

It was bloody, uncomfortable, tragic. Atsushi feared he would lose control and kill him. Akutagawa trusted him not to do so, as if he was more than just a boy with a beast living inside him that he often fails to keep under control. As if he was worthy of his trust, after all.

It was painful and it was unrewarding. He didn’t rejoice in his newfound ability to make decisions for himself, didn’t rejoice that he no longer had to deal with the constant effort—put it back on, he would say, and Akutagawa would watch the collar as if debating whether he should listen to him. Put it back on. Put it back on. Put it back—

He didn't, though. He gave it to him—I'm not harming you any more. Looking at the collar, Atsushi knew he didn't really want it back.

That didn't make him regret the choice any less.)

He has not harmed Akutagawa or anyone else, as far as he knows. Sometimes he fears falling asleep at night and waking up in an unfamiliar place with the metallic taste of blood permeating his mouth. Sometimes he dreams that he bites off Akutagawa’s throat and he smiles before he dies.

It hasn’t been many nights since he took off the collar. It’s been even fewer nights since he lets Akutagawa convince him to sleep outside the closet when he comes to spend the night here.

It’s not the first night Akutagawa has woken up in the wee hours of the morning only to find him in misery.

“’M sorry,” he mumbles, closing his eyes.

Akutagawa hums. “What woke you up?”

To wake up he should have fallen asleep first, but he decides to answer:

“I thought I saw—I thought there was something there.”

Akutagawa strokes the skin of his neck with his thumb. It’s a barely perceptible gesture, but it’s enough to make him relax a little.

“What thing?” he asks.

Atsushi hesitates whether answering would be reasonable, whether that part of himself is worth exposing. Dazai’s presence is so strong in his life that it colors every decision he makes, every word he says, and Akutagawa has enough to bear because of him. Because of both of them.

“Someone,” he whispers. “They’re not there, though. I know they’re not.”

He opens his eyes and meets Akutagawa’s gaze fixed on him. He purses his lips, sighing, as Akutagawa continues to caress his skin tenderly, as if he deserves anything but brutality, as if he’s worthy of having a safe space like this by his side.

Akutagawa is too forgiving.

"Was it him?" he supposes.

Of course. Who else could be haunting him, if not Dazai himself? Who else?

Atsushi shrinks back a little, nodding, and clings to his own legs.

Akutagawa brings his other hand up and puts it against his cheek. His expression remains blank except for the slight frown, concern present in his gaze.

He relaxes his expression immediately, pulling his hand away from Atsushi’s neck to place it on his other cheek, and holds his face firmly between both hands.

“You’re alright now. You’re safe. You’re aware of that, aren’t you?”

He’s still trying to convince himself of the truth of those words. He fears that he will never be safe, as long as he has a tiger making its abode under his skin.

Right now, though...

“Yeah,” he whispers softly, losing himself in Akutagawa’s eyes. 

He tilts his head slightly, sighing to relax. Dazai is still there, somewhere, but he focuses on Akutagawa. Akutagawa, who is real, is there. Akutagawa, who trusts him enough to fall asleep next to him even when they’ve only recently started being cordial with each other, much less recently stopped fighting every time one opens his mouth. Akutagawa, who could’ve chosen to only see him as an enemy, but has decided he deserves the chance to be something more.

Atsushi has yet to convince himself that he’s right.

“Yeah. I know.”

[riseofamoonycake]

So, it was one of my older stories, but I really love it (because I felt really intrigued by the thought of Death visiting Dazai, please, PLEASE), even with its mistakes and more. It was made for a challenge and for a friend, so I chose to keep the title I gave at that time (referring to the prompt I had).

Shadow

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x Death!female reader

Warnings: mention of death, suicide

The shades of the early morning are steeped in darkness: the night takes a long time to leave, it stretches lazily over the roofs of the houses and lingers for another minute, surprising those who look up at the sky and find it filled with stars.

People seem to obey the same enchantment that does not want to dissolve the blackness, and in the streets one encounters only shadows and quick footsteps, flashes of presences and voices among those who recognize and greet each other: beyond the usual sounds of Yokohama which wakes up and takes charge of a new day, nothing disturbs the peace.

For his part, Dazai accepts it as if it were a balm, giving a hint of a smile in return. It is early to reach the Agency, but sleep has abandoned him mercilessly and the walls of the rooms have made him impatient, so as to push him to leave them behind to experience that suspended time before dawn. As often happens, his legs lead him to Oda’s tomb: but as soon as he sees the tombstone, the young man understands that he won’t reserve his usual words for it, that for that time his stop will be very short ― or maybe not?

He turns with false nonchalance, the back of his neck starting to tingle under the gaze of someone breathing in the black pools of shadow; but he does not perceive anything dangerous around him, only the flow of the daily rhythm of the city ― with a small variation, which has not yet shown herself.

«He was a kind man… he should have more friends to pay him a visit.»

Osamu gives a small jump as he feels that clear voice, the song of a nightingale, slide down his back in a caress; turning again, he sees your elegant figure advancing in his direction. The distance and the darkness hide your features, but not the bright smile and the many flowers you hold in your hands.

«The important thing is: they are those who were really close to him», Dazai replies as he nods at you, responding to your raised hand. Now that you are closer, it is possible to notice the beauty of your hair and skin, perhaps even too perfect; under it not veins but silver threads, and a slight sensation of cold.

«Right, right. However, you are quite quiet today.» You place the flowers on Oda’s grave and then raise your (e/c) gaze towards Dazai, who is content to observe you without responding. Even though you are as marvelous as a vision, he feels the urge to move away from your presence as soon as possible, but only to run towards you after a few moments; and he remains silent even when you take his hand, regardless of convention and as if you have always known him ― you have ― , and squeeze it tightly. «You know, sometimes I think you could hear him laughing now. You are doing so much to be the man he wanted to see… don’t think you are going unnoticed.»

Osamu doesn’t reply even then, while an answer emerges in his mind; but for the moment he keeps it to himself, and without thinking twice he returns your hold and smiles affably. «And despite these words, you are new to Yokohama, right?»

«Yes and no. Is that enough of an answer for you?»

«Aaahh, I’d love to make you visit the city…»

You laugh, a tinkling of bells. «I can do it anyway, don’t worry! No matter how many times you see it, Yokohama is always different.»

The dark-haired man nods in turn, narrowing his eyes. «Souls are never the same, on the other hand. And even if you are here, with me, all around and beyond the ocean their path ends, deviates or changes anyway.»

At those words you blow forcefully, and what remains of the darkness thins out: day breaks and the light comes, and immediately the afternoon rushes in and transforms the shadows according to the dance of the hours. Time flees, but you two remain; lowering his voice, Osamu observes you in those eyes that many fear, then he gets closer to your face. «An end without pain, the way I like it», he murmurs, without releasing the hand he still holds and stroking it slowly, «… if the Shadow of Life accepts prayers.»

«I didn’t come for this, Dazai Osamu», you reply with the same tone with which an adult rebukes a rebellious child, and then smile, «you still have to guide and protect the lives of those who risk getting lost. It is what you promised a friend... it is what he expects from you.» The grip loosens, you place that same hand on the man’s head and rivers of images, memories, impulses flow from it. «Don’t chase me too hard, it is not your time.»

«I can’t promise you, if many times you are the only answer to what I ask.»

«But here we need you, and someone will have a future only if you stay. Don’t make that face, you know it is like that!»

«… You’re not how people like to describe you, Lady Death.»

«I am implacable, but I respect Life: both She and I assume the right value only when we are given adequate time… and you are not listening to me.»

Dazai bursts into a short laugh, then sits on the ground and waits for you to do the same. The afternoon has frozen in a long twilight and beneath it he takes your hand again. «You didn’t come to take me away with you and you might as well be a dream of mine… and you seem like pleasant company. What can I do to keep you?»

Your smile is sharp, as if there were a scythe instead.

«Why did you come, Lady?»

«You didn’t really listen to me, then!»

«But you are already ready to leave…»

While he watches that fearful smile widen more and more, the dark-haired man feels a force foreign to him descend on his body and push him to the ground, right into your arms. «Did I say I had to leave quickly?», you whisper like a siren as you lean on and sigh into the young man’s mouth, and the world prepares to forget Osamu Dazai ― only you know for how long.

«Whatever you want to do to me, don’t make me suffer, please», he moans, raising his hands in a sort of supplication and burying in your hair, while he feels his heart slow down and your fingers loosen buttons, knots, tensions, even sadness. It won’t take him away, no, but for a few moments the emptiness inside him won’t echo so loudly. At least he hopes so.

«I won’t give you any pain», you reply with a caress on the lips, then grab him by the shoulders and hug him tightly, «and I hope that in the end you are less closed off than this, at least with me. Let it not be said that Death feels nothing towards those who follow her.» You hear no response: your icy kiss comes first to lock his mouth, and the world sinks in your will.

[imagineanime2022]

Kidnapped

Chuya Nakahara X Fem!Reader Osamu Dazai (Platonic) X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1749

Requested: Anon

Request: Original Request

Warning: Injury, Kidnapping, manipulation

Ango knew that you looked like the man that they were looking for but claiming that you were his daughter was a little far fetched for him, he had spent a lot of time with you, Oda and Dazai and he honestly didn’t want to have to kidnap you if it wasn’t necessary. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to convince them to leave you be. He picked up a picture that you had all taken the bar, Oda sitting on your right side, he was on your left sandwiched between you and Dazai who held the camera out, you both looked so happy there and then there was another picture it was just the two of you and he smiled, a sad smile as guilt overtook him.

Ango jumped at the sound of a knock at the door, he looked at the door, if he answered the door, he could get you a message that the agents wouldn’t see but he wasn’t strong enough for that either instead he called out to you “the doors open!” He heard you walk into the house and find him in the living room in front of his desk. “I need some info.” You said Chuya and I have a mission.” He didn’t say anything and you looked at him “are you okay?” Before he could answer you were both surrounded by government agents. You jumped to protect him and when you were close enough to him he sighed. “I’m sorry.” He said softly before pulling the taser out of his pocket and jabbing you with it, you fell to the floor but he could still see the shock on your face as you moved forward one of the soldiers shot a bullet straight through your hand. You punched him and threw him into the other soldier before disarming one of them and grabbing the gun before you could do anything else. You felt something hit you in the back of the head repeatedly.

Ango dove forward catching the soldier's arm before he could bring the metal bat down on your head again “stop! We need her alive.” Ango scolded him, you tried to move catching all their attention and another soldier shot you in the leg “stop playing with her! Cuff her, we need to get out of here before her partner comes looking for her, we won’t be able to beat him or Dazai.”

Dazai sighed as he got off the phone with Oda, he was okay now all he needed was to make sure that you were okay, he knew that you had gone on a mission with Chuya so you were safer with him but he still needed to warn you about Ango before you got back. He just had to hope nothing happened to you before then.

You woke up in a cell, your eyes finding the chain on the door, you moved forward realising that your wounds had been bandaged, she reached out her hands to touch the chain “don’t do that, you won’t be able to use your ability to break out of that cell, it’s electrified.” He explained. “Why did you betray us?” You asked. “I’m sorry your father betrayed the government first.” He answered as if that would explain everything, your eyes widened. “Have you been with them the whole time?” You asked, he turned his eyes away from you before he answered. “Yes.” He answered, you shook your head and disbelief, he was your brother or at least he felt like one. “They’re going to kill you in 2 months, your ability is too dangerous to allow you to fall into enemy hands. But if you tell us where your Dad’s body is, they’ll let you go.” “Even if I told you, they’d still kill me.” You argued. “I;m only trying to do what’s right,” Ango said and you looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Yes, because stealing an innocent man's body is right.” You nodded, he looked shocked almost as if he hadn’t thought about the finer details, so instead of arguing with you further, he turned and left you alone in your cell, you walked to the back sliding down to sit with your back against the wall, eyes trained on the door ready for the next visitor.

3 weeks had passed and you still hadn’t told them what they wanted to know, they had assigned you a guard that brought you food and water but for the most part you refused to eat “you should eat more than just soup.” The guard encouraged you as she walked in and slid your food towards you, she’d been nothing but kind to you so you looked at her and smiled. “You shouldn’t come into work tomorrow, something bad is going to happen.” You said. “Are you planning something? Please don’t do anything stupid kid.” She pleaded as she stood up, the conversation was too low for any speakers or cameras to pick up.

Dazai had been keeping a close eye on Oda making sure that he was safe, he had tried calling you and was becoming suspicious about you not answering his calls, he looked up as someone walked into his office. Chuya “Chuya! I didn’t think you’d have time for me now that you were in love…” Dazai teased but Chuys didn’t say anything back instead he looked up at the executive. “Have you seen (Y/N)?” He asked “she didn’t show up for the mission, she hasn’t answered any calls for 3 weeks.” “When was the last time that you saw her?” Dazai asked. “She went to get information on the target.” Chuya answered, Dazai’s eyes widened. “From who?” He asked. “That cellar rat that you're all friends with.” Chuya answered. damn it! He had been so focused on Oda that he hadn’t given you proper protection and Ango had managed to get to you. “Dazai. Dazai!” Dazai took a deep breath. “(Y/N) has been kidnaped, Ango is working for the government. I assume when she went to get the information, she was taken.” Dazai explained. “What?” Chuya asked a snarl escaping him as his fist clenched. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go get her!”

A soldier passed you your food and you looked at the soup on the tray you, picked it up and over the past 3 weeks you had been experimenting with timing and what alerted the guards, it seemed that the chain itself wasn’t connected to the main electrics, so this time you tip the soup over the chain short circuiting the chain before grabbing it, it was easy to break considering the rust that had accumulated over the time that you had been experimenting. Picking up the knife on the tray you stuck it into the lock between the top and the keyhole and pressed down, the door swung open setting off the alarm, you run, one of the soldiers following you, you still had the chain in your hand, you swung it back wrapping the chain around her neck and pulling harshly you weren’t expecting it but you heard the snap of their neck and turned back to see them crumbled on the floor, you carefully sunk around the corner faced with the door that you assumed that they had put all of your things, you opened the door and frowned as you were faced with another soldier, you moved forward before he could do anything headbutting the man a few times, eventually he fell in a heap and you moved around the room collected everything that you had been taken with.

You emerged from the room and they were waiting for you, you dove behind a wall as they started shooting you grabbed one of you bombs arming it and throwing it out towards them setting it off when it was clear of you, you looked around and saw a window, you groaned but you only option was to jump, you knew that you weren’t going to be able to use your ability, so you were just going to have to tuck and roll and hope for the best, so that was what you did. You groaned as you stood and recovered from the jump you had no time to check for injuries instead you pushed yourself forward you needed to get back to the base before getting to you.

“Do you have a plan to help her?” Chuya asked. “I don’t know what they want her for…” Dazai muttered as he pressed the first knuckle of his index finger to his lip, before either of them could say anything more the door to the office was pushed open, Chuya was quick to realise who it was and despite his small stature he supported your weight. “Ango…Ango…” You tried to talk but given the fact that they could both see the many wounds that covered your body it was no surprise that you passed out. Chuya carried you to the infirmary while Dazai reported back to Mori.

When you woke up you were happy to see the Port Mafia infirmary “Hey are you okay?” It was Chuya who asked, your head moved until you were able to look at him and nodded softly. “Ango was the one that took me, he had soldiers there and they wanted to kill me.” You explained and he looked at them, they both looked confused. Dazai was about to ask you about something but Mori walked in. “I would like to talk to (Y/N) alone,” He said as he walked towards the bed and Chuys stood and left, Dazai lingered at the door “the executives are having a meeting with the government officials about Oda maybe you should attend to.” Dazai left and Mori sit down where he was, he glanced down for a second fiddling with something before finally looking at you. “Did they ask about your father’s body?” He asked. You nodded “can you tell me where your father’s body is?” You shook your head again and he just nodded in response “I have one last thing to ask you.” “Of course sir.” You answered. “Do not help Oda, no matter what… If you do, I might have to hand you to the government myself.” He said and you looked at him. “Is something going to happen to Oda?” You asked. “Focus on yourself… And help your boss.” He ordered as he stood up to leave.

Request Here!!

[monstersqueen]

Ok, two slight differences between the anime and the book for dark era :

when dazai tries to explain that no, really, he wasn't trying to get the mimic soldier to kill him, it was just acting !!! really ! Anime version:

vs the book :

“Sorry to shock you like that.” Noticing my gaze, Dazai scratched the side of his head and grinned. “Pretty realistic acting, right? I knew from the start that he would miss. The imprint from the sniper rifle was on his left cheek, meaning that was the side he used to shoot. In other words, he’s left-handed, but he was holding the pistol in his right hand. So he was going to shoot with his nondominant hand, he could barely even stand on those wobbly legs, and to make matters worse, he was using that old-fashioned gun. The only way he would have hit me was if he pressed the muzzle against my body.”

I didn’t say anything. I just stared at Dazai as he explained with a smile.

“All I had to do was talk to him to buy some time until his arm got tired. If I slowly walked toward him, he wouldn’t be able to shoot straight away. The rest was in your hands, Odasaku. I knew you would do something. Pretty logical, right?”

“Yeah.”

That was all I said. I didn’t have anything else to add. Had our ranks or relations been any different, I probably would’ve punched him right then. However, I am me, and there was nothing I could do to him.

break up scene, as ango expresses the wish to drink with them again, anime version :

vs the book :

“Dazai, Odasaku, I am no different. As part of an underground organization whose duties must be kept secret, as a skill user who hunts other skill users, I have been engulfed in the darkness of the government for too long. I shall never walk in the light again.” Ango looked at us and continued, “If there ever comes a time when the Division and the Mafia no longer exist…if we’re ever freed from the confines of our work…do you think we can drink here again like this?”

“Don’t say any more, Ango,” a voice said nearby. It was my voice. “Just don’t.”

(the difference being that in the book, he lets ango finish his thoughts before sending him away, while in the anime he doesn't let him say too much)

Anyway, let's talk about the anime first, because it makes the interesting point about odasaku that he will stop his friends from trying to use words to hide a wound too deep to be healed that way. there's a parallel that can be made here between dazai and ango, where dazai is using words to sketch a pretty story to hide the ugly truth of how little he wants to live, how ready he is to die, and ango is using words to paint the picture of beautiful but impossible future where they can be together again; and in both cases odasaku stop them, before ango can express his dream, before dazai can keep going further in his lies. He doesn't let them try to patch what is an open, nearly infected wound with useless words that do nothing but hide how cruel reality is.

Which fits, since when odasaku decides to try and heal a soul-deep, infected wound, he uses his words to rip it open and expose the truth of it : (you get the book quote because i am NOT watching this scene)

“You won’t find it,” Odasaku said in almost a whisper. Dazai stared at him.

“You should know that. Whether you’re on the side that takes lives or the side that saves them, nothing beyond your own expectations will happen. Nothing in this world can fill the hole that is your loneliness. You will wander the darkness for eternity.”

But look. I didn't think much of the difference in the break up scene at first, but combined with the difference in the first scene (where odasaku doesn't stop dazai in the book, doesn't comment, doesn't let out that he understands how much dazai is bullshitting everyone here), it's. making me think this scene too should be read differently in the book. Especially since he DOES stop dazai from talking in the first scene, just earlier, and in a subtle way that doesn't show in the anime :

Dazai didn’t immediately answer. He simply narrowed his eyes and stared quietly off into space.

“It’s still too early to come to any conclusion.” Dazai chose his words carefully. “Ango might have stolen this gun from them. Or they might have even planted it in his room to frame him. This might not even be a gun but a sign. It—”

“I get it. You’re absolutely right,” I said, cutting him off. “There’s still not enough information to go by. I’ll look into the gun. Thanks again for coming all the way out here.”

“Odasaku—”

Dazai started to say something, but I cut him off again.

“I really appreciate your help, but I should look into things a bit more. I’ll contact you if I find out anything.”

Dazai stared at me in silence, his gaze tinged with discontent. I looked away. A grim feeling came over me, as if I were submerged up to my head in a jet-black, heavy liquid that would drown me if I got too involved in this case.

(emphasis mine) (i could have made the quote shorter, but i got caught by dazai in this scene as well as odasaku's own mounting horror)

This time, odasaku cuts off dazai - because odasaku is not ready to face the truth.

I think that makes the whole thing very different from the anime, but i'm not sure how, except that the analysis from the anime doesn't fit the book. (which doesn't help my quest to actually understand odasaku...)

(about this scene - the order changed too. the anime ends on dazai's asking odasaku to find/take care of ango, while that happens between dazai's explanation and the mimic soldier getting up in the book. which make the final point of this scene very different too - in the anime, we end on odasaku and dazai talking about ango, though not openly, while the book ends the scene on : "Dazai’s expression as he placed a finger on his forehead and approached the enemy—that of a child about to burst into tears—remained burned into my eyes." those are different vibes)

Anyway ! on a dazai-related observation, i'd like to point out that dazai is wrong in this scene about ango. in fact, dazai is going to keep being wrong about what is actually going on until he sees the black enveloppe in mori's hands. that's. an important point to keep in mind !

[hanakotheghost]

SFW KuniChuZai HCS

just my little funky head canons I have for these beloved bastards because they need love to.

Dazai is banned from Cooking or even touching the stove, he burnt water one time.

Chuuya takes Kunikida and Dazai on really expensive dates for absolutely no reason. (He also really likes when they just sit at home watching TV or something)

Dazai is always little spoon, no matter what. Most he'll change to is middle spoon.

Kunikida's told nobody about them, Chuuya's told Hirotsu (He was drunk) and Kouyou (Because he always does). Dazai casually mentioned it to Atsushi one time because he knows nobody will believe Atsushi if he said anything. (He messes with the poor boy)

Dazai likes braiding the other twos hair while they sleep. The first time he did it Chuuya panicked and accidently kicked him.

Dazai breaks dishes every time he tries to help clean them (Even when they have a dish washer he somehow manages it).

Chuuya has a safe for all sharp objects he hides away from Dazai (He changes its spot every night)

Dazai and Kunikida were together first then Chuuya joined in because pretty ginger who could kill us both? *lipbite*

Kunikida and Chuuya like really hot showers and Dazai likes freezing ones. (The other two judge him silently, and by silently I mean Kunikida keeps Chuuya from commenting on it)

They adopted Aya.

Kyouka accidently found Chuuya picking Kunikida (Little rat bastard Dazai snuck off) from work one time and thought Kunikida was being kidnapped so she stabbed Chuuyas leg. (She felt bad after being told what was really happening)

Kunikida thinks the others don't notice that he's a bit nicer to Dazai after they got together but they do. It's painfully obvious even to Dazai.

[tis-i-spookie-pie]

Bungou Stray Dog Days

Where Atsushi’s financially-motivated quest for aloe vera for “Mr. Chuuya” continues…

Atsushi: *bursting through the door* “DAZAI! I NEED ALOE VERA IMMEDIATELY—“

Dazai is sitting on his bed surrounding by piles upon piles of… aloe vera..?

Dazai: “Oh Atsushi, thank goodness you’re here! It’s an emergency!”

Atsushi: “W-what? Is this why everywhere is sold out of aloe vera?”

Dazai: “That’s not important right now! Look at my precious face!”

Atsushi squints at Dazai’s face and notices a nearly unnoticeable tiny red mark…

Atsushi: “Did you get slapped recently?”

Dazai: *dramatically* “No!”

Atsushi: “Did you get bit by a bug?”

Dazai: *more dramatically* “No!”

Atsushi: “Um, what happened?”

Dazai: *even more dramatically* “I-I… I got horrendously sunburnt! Look at how terrible it is! Ouchie! It stings~! It burns~! I need all the aloe vera I can get my hands on!”

Atsushi: “It’s barely noticeable…”

Dazai: “Atsushi, you wound me! You and your non-sunburnt face wouldn’t understand the pain this brings me! How am I supposed to convince a beautiful woman to commit—“

Atsushi spaces out as Dazai begins to ramble and remembers his mission… Just a few bottles and Mr. Chuuya will pay him anything…

Dazai: “— Don’t you understand?!”

Atsushi: “… Sure.”

Silence has never been this loud as Atsushi holds eye contact with Dazai. He slowly reaches his hand out and begins to bend down…

Dazai: “A-Atsushi, you wouldn’t dare!”

Atsushi scoops up as many bottles as he can carry and ferociously sprints out of the room, activating his tiger legs for agility…

Dazai sprints after him as his cries about his “poor face” turn into full-blown sobbing…

Akutagawa: *from outside Chuuya’s door* “You know, I’ll never judge you, Chuuya.

Chuuya: “Akutagawa, my boy, it’s not— ouch! It’s n-not that serious…”

Akutagawa: “I would never run away when you need help like that damn Jinko—“

Atsushi: *from the end of the hallway* “MR.CHUUYA! IT’S ATSUSHI! P-PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR BEFORE I ACCIDENTALLY BREAK IT! I CAN’T SLOW DOWN!”

Akutagawa: “JINKO!”

Chuuya: *cracking open the door* “What—“

Chuuya sees a sobbing Dazai chasing Atsushi and running faster than he’s ever seen him run, even faster than when they were escaping enemy organizations back in their mafia days…

Chuuya: “HURRY! DON’T LET THAT B*STARD CATCH UP!”

Atsushi: “HAAA!”

Atsushi dive bombs into Chuuya’s room as he slams the door behind him. He did it. His mission was a success..!

Chuuya: “Atsushi! I couldn’t be more proud of you! Thank you a thousand times over! How much do you want for—“

Suddenly Chuuya’s door bursts open. In the doorway stands an enraged Akutagawa as Chuuya rushes to hide under his bed. Chuuya can’t let Akutagawa see him like this…

Akutagawa: “JINKOOO! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MAKE DAZAI CRY!”

Dazai: *sobbing* “I didn’t want to resort to this Atsushi, but my poor face can’t take it!”

Atsushi: “I-I didn’t do anything—“

Akutagawa: *activating Rashomon* “GET BACK HERE YOU DAMN JINKO!”

Atsushi: “I JUST WANTED MONEY—!”

*Note: This is a direct continuation of part 6 of this series…

Bungou Stray Dog Days - part 7

[chuuyanakaahara]

me? writing act of faith? i'm just as surprised as you

“Surprised you woke up, is all,” Ranpo hums, running his nail along the side of the mug in front of him; not drinking it, simply… acknowledging that it exists in the space in front of him. “Dazai seems quite fond of you.”

“The mackerel is quite fond of death, too,” Chuuya snickers. Sleep lays heavy against his skin, makes him want to lean into the man beneath him. “What gains his affections either dies of whatever infection he’s got on ‘im or wishes it did.”

“Quite cynical, aren’t you?” Ranpo asks, tilting his eyes to the side; the most striking thing about the bizarre man are his eyes, bright, glowing green, all-knowing and illuminating.

He reminds Chuuya of a boy he used to know, when he was young and still running with the Sheep.

(The boy in his memory had those same eyes, and he had more of a country drawl than Ranpo does; he told Chuuya that he was destined to tragedy but he would be quite the show for everyone around him, and Chuuya still hasn’t proven that boy wrong, ten or so years down the line.)

“Something of the sort,” Chuuya hums. His first instinct is to shrug, but he can’t do that without moving the mackerel and he’s already trying his damnedest to untangle their legs without doing so. “And you can’t sleep, why? Scared?” “Scared of what? There isn’t anything to be scared of when I know what’s going to happen.”

“You act like you’ve never been surprised in your life.”

Ranpo, on the other hand, with no one near him other than the sleeping man that Chuuya really thinks is atypical, even for an American, shrugs without care. “I’ve been surprised plenty. It just isn’t usual.”

“Not by logic or anything of the sort,” Chuuya continues, if only because Ranpo isn’t the type of book that is easy to read. Ranpo is the type of person to understand the honest truth behind anything: Chuuya did, after all, have to spend his sweet time in that book with the guy.

If Chuuya had to guess, he’d say it is the people that confuse Ranpo. Not in the same way they confuse Chuuya, but rather the way that humans must be something akin to a series of code that doesn’t make sense unless lined up perfectly to a guy like him.

He also wouldn’t be surprised if Ranpo was unable to do basic math.

“Let me guess - you’re the type to swing first and ask questions later?” Ranpo asks without missing a beat, raising a judgmental brow.

Chuuya tsks. He wonders what Dazai has told this Agency of his, he wonders if they know that Chuuya is not simply the brawn. Dazai is a genius, yes, a prodigy, but he’s never able to account for the simple things, the emotional, fallible side of people that make them bend or break under pressure in ways that he never could. “I swing where it matters, ask questions where it matters too.”