#bungo stray dogs whump

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Atsushi Whump | Bungo Stray Dogs

Ep.01 - Collapse, starving, panic x3, pinned, unconscious Ep.02 - Scared, sacrifice Ep.03 - Targeted, cornered, shot at, scared, leg devoured, bleeding out, unconscious Ep.04 - Scared, crying Ep.05 - Pushed Ep.06 - Manhandled, restrained, shot at Ep.07 - Gut-kicked Ep.08 - Trips, sliced x22, collapse, protective, passes out Ep.09 - Crying (broke), impaled, thrown, abducted Ep.10 - Dragged, thrown, pinned, pain, knocked down, stabbed x30, punched x2, unconscious Ep.12 - Trapped, grazed with blade, restrained Ep.17 - Stabbed x2, wound stepped on, imapled, collapse, surrounded, bleeding out, unconscious, scared (treatment), angry, flipped Ep.19 - Choked, mind controlled, eyes bleeding, mental breakdown, slapped, Gatsby confrontation, kicked x2, weak Ep.20 - Weak, hunted, held by the neck, unconscious, captured, restrained, imprisoned, parachute destroyed, caught in explosion, nearly passes out, (22:22) Ep.23 - Confrontation, knocked down x2, tripped, stabbed x2, choked Ep.24 - Knocked down, punched x2, briefly incapacitated, exhausted, trips [Flashback; waterboarded] Ep.31 - Trauma, scared Ep.37 - Knocked out of traincart, smashed, infected, trapped, restrained Ep.43 - Gut-hit with a log, dragged, stabbed x6, stuck Ep.48 - Tranquilized Ep.50 - Forhead shot, hanging Ep.51 - Collapses, unconscious Ep.52 - Leg sliced off, scared Ep.57 - Choked, knocked down Ep.58 - Knocked down with whipes, choked, age manipulation, unconscious, restrained Ep.59 - Weak, choked Ep.60 - Gut-punched, limbs torn off Ep.61 - Bit (offscreen)

Dead Apple - Movie

(20:00) Nightmare, jolted awake (34:40) Tackled out of car (44:30) Clawed x2 (51:00) Pain, confused (1:00:50) Flashback; tortured/electrocuted, meltdown (1:19:00) Thrown, kicked x2

[rachi-roo]

loved your BSD fic involving Atsushi with a migraine! 🤍 I’d love to see how you’d write some Akutagawa whump 👀 just wanna see that stubborn frail man SUFFER—

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Bungou Stray Dogs: Breathe Easy.

⚠️WOOP! WOOP! WOOP! WHUMP ALERT! WHUMP ALEEERT!⚠️ Thank you SO much for saying so! I had fun writing that one, and this one, too! Whump just 😭👌 You know? I hope this one turns out to be your liking, buddy. As someone who has experienced some ATROCIOUS asthma attacks, I'm writing this purely from my worst experience. For the juicy whumps. XD

Summary: After a mission, Akutagawa suffers and asthma attack, and Chuuya races against time to find and save him!

Tw: Asthma symptoms, vomiting, CPR

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Chuuya's voice crackled through Akutagawas earpiece as he exited through the back door of a port yard wear house. "Meet up at the extraction point. We'll head to the meeting from there."

The cold sea air caught in Akutagawas throat as he stepped out the door, a cough getting stuck in his chest as he responded to Chuuya. "Y-Yes, mhm. I'll be there ihin- cough-!" He had just finished wiping out a gang of weapon smugglers, and for some reason, it left him more out of breath than usual.

He covered his mouth, breathing steadily through his nose.

Calm down. Calm down.

"Akutagawa?" Hearing his partner coughing wasn't unusual for Chuuya, but he had learned to tell when it was serious. "You good?"

The other cleared his throat, feeling his chest tighten slightly.

Don't panic. Breathe.

He tried to speak again, but all that came out was an aggressive string of dry coughing. He clutched his chest, desperately trying to will himself to breathe, but nothing worked. His chest grew tighter. His breath shortened by the second.

An asthma attack.

They always come on so quickly. One. Two. Three. Four. Seconds passed, he never had time to think. Panic set in as he felt his lungs ache, being robbed of oxygen as he coughed again, dry wrenching as he doubled over in pain.

I can't breathe.

He wheezed, leaning one arm on a wall for support, his hands starting to feel tingly with numbness. A cold sweat pooling on his forehead.

"Ch- gasp Chuya-!" He called desperately through his raspy voice. What else could he do? Chuuya was his lifeline right now.

"I'm on my way. Stay put. Have you got your inhaler?"

Of course he didn't. Carrying one of those around made him look more feeble than he already was. A foolish move, which he regretted every time.

He stumbled to his knees, heaving and gagging on another round of harsh coughing. A line of saliva falls from his mouth as he begged internally for a breath.

His stomach churned with the strain his body was under, throwing up aggressively on the concrete. The acidic sting in his throat worsened as he tried breathing in directly after. The smell stinging his eyes. He fumbled frantically with his Jabot, ripping it from his neck as if removing it would make some kind of difference.

Hurry. Please.

The human body can last thirty to one hundred and eighty seconds without oxygen before collapsing. Time was short. Akutagawa couldn't help the tears that started to stream down his cheeks, his eyes red and sore with the effort and strain of the coughing. Unable to get a deep enough breath, his vision started to fade as black shapes danced before him.

The pain was unbearable. He looked around for someone to help him. Anyone. Another wave of nausea hit, Akutagawas heaved, throwing up for a second time, almost choking on the acidic bodily contents.

I can't see.

"H-Help-!" He wheezed through his tears, barely louder than a whisper, almost completely blind by this point even with his eyes open.

His mind started to faulter. Hearing things that weren't there. A strange, booming sound echoed through his skull, his own heartbeat. Unbearably loud, blocking out the sound of Chuuyas words as he desperately tried to find him among the various giant buildings and machinery at the dock.

Hands numb. Chest throbbing. Throat burning. His body gave out, collapsing onto the ground, barely missing the pile of puke beside him as he rolled onto his back, wheezing and gasping for air. The ends of his coat, Rashōmon, thrashed and flailed as it also felt his panic and fear.

"Akutagawa! Answer me! Damn it, where are you?"

The only sound he could make was a strangled gagging as he lay flat, barely able to lift a finger as the numbness had spread. In only eighty seconds, the mighty and feared Akutagawa Ryūnosuke had been defeated by a cruel mistake placed upon him by his own genetics.

His body twitched, his lips starting turn a shade of blue only comparable to that of a corpse. The ground fell from beneath him, dropping him into an endless, cold abyss.

Silence...

"Akutagawa!" Finally, Chuuya found him, rushing to his side and immediately beginning chest compressions.

"Akutagawa! Come on, come on buddy-!" Mouth to mouth. Becoming Akutagawas lungs for him. "Wake up-!" Chuuya growled through gritted teeth, pressing on his chest again.

One, two, three, four, fi-

A sharp gasp suddenly ripped from the black clad boys throat as he jolted back to life. Wheezing and grabbing at whatever was in reach in a flustered panic.

"There we go, c'mon, sit up. Easy, eeeeasy." Chuuya cooed, helping the boy to sit up straight as he wiped the streaks of Akutagawas vomit from his own mouth. "Deeeep breaths. In... And out..."

In a daze, Akutagawa coughed again, cringing in pain as he swallowed as much air as possible. He leaned against Chuuyas chest, feeling exhausted, like he'd been asleep for hours.

"Where... Am I?..."

"Hey, look at me." Chuuya gently held his chin, looking at his face, wiping the sweat and tears from his cheeks. "Can you hear me?... Aku?" He used his nickname, hoping the familiarity would help ground him better. The other blinked vaccantly in response, struggling to keep his head upright as it lulled to the side.

"...Dazai?"

"Not quite." Chuuya sighed, looking at Akutagawas blue fingertips, realising just how close they came to a true tragedy. He frowned, feeling Akutagawas forehead, making him blink as the movement startled him.

"Look what you've done, dumb ass. You're burning up now."

"M'fine..." Akutagawa wheezed, leaning into Chuuyas chest, too fatigued to support his own bodyweight. "I'm... Jus' tired... Where's home?" He slurred, closing his eyes as they burned, stinging from the tears.

Chuuya huffed, shifting Akutagawa so he could carry him piggyback. "You'd better not throw up on me... And from now on, whether you like it or not, you're carrying an inhaler."

"Mhm..." Akutagawa had no memory of what happened once he stepped out of the wear house and stayed in bed for the next few days, sleeping off the fatigue and pains he endured. Safe to say, he was fairly embarrassed that such a situation was so easily avoided if he had just remembered his inhaler.

There was one good thing that came from this event, Dazai popped in for a visit. And he brought figs.

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Thanks for reading!!

[the-bloody-sadist]

Figured I’d never finish this so you guys can have Nikolai bathing with the dead 🚶‍♂️MERRY CHRISTMAS IG??

[sickficideas]

ranpo fainting in the new chapter today 🥰

[taking-whats-not-yours]

anyway, shoutout to the BSD fans who grab clips of characters getting injured, your contributions to the whump community are very extremely appreciated.

[diagonal-queen]

Oh yes please! Something where an enemy of the Port Mafia ambushes reader and leaves her for dead in an ally or something (but obviously Chuuya finds her and she doesn't actually die)

hello again my love, thank you for this! your wish is my command. (btw for context for anyone else who sees this this is the anon who sent me that one tumblr post!)

On the Verge

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: After being attacked by an enemy of the Port Mafia and left for dead, Chuuya finds you face down in an alleyway and takes care of you (and your attackers).

♡ wc: 2.4k

♡ cw: Violence (reader gets beat up by some meanie heads), injuries (black eye, sprained wrist, fractured rib, cuts, bruises and blood), mentions of death, reader passes out for a bit, swearing, reader uses fem pronouns and titles, mentions of murder, mentions of Mori Ougai. Lmk if I missed anything.

note: I've known for a while how this scenario would go in my head but...my brain didn't give me the words to put on the Tumblr. I'm sorry T-T apologies for errors, and apologies that this is so long, pls forgive me anon ily 🙏

You hadn't expected your death to come so soon, and yet like they always said, your life was flashing before your eyes- as was the fist of your attacker. Attackers, to be accurate; there were two of them, and they were both large. Usually if you were gonna hire a goon, they were either large, good with weapons or had a great ability. These two didn't appear to have any weapons or abilities.

As a mafioso, you'd come to learn that on a regular basis the line between life and death was rather thin. Of course, you didn't go on missions extremely often as an intelligence operator, but even then, simply going out on your own was a risk. Fortunately enough, you were dating Chuuya Nakahara. Most of the time you were rarely anywhere in public without him (or at least without another member), but there were times in which you didn't have a choice.

You had actually been instructed by several higher ups within the organisation to not go out on your own, even if you felt you had to. You didn't listen, though. You and Chuuya had been working on dismantling an organisation rivalling your own, and you were certain that you'd found one of their hideouts that were speckled throughout Yokohama. Unfortunately for you, you were completely right.

Your timing had been rather poor, considering two of their own, clad in their masks that acted as identification badges for members, were on their way to said hideout right when you were. Of course, there was an altercation; you'd been expecting something like that. But you were sure you could get out of there before anything bad happened. That hubris was probably the sole reason you were in your current position.

Laying down on the grimy cement of the alleyway which led to the hideout, bruised and beaten to what you felt to be within an inch of your life. You weren't necessarily used to sustaining serious injuries, even as a mafioso, but you were sure it wasn't good that your eyesight seemed to have deteriorated slowly over the few minutes you'd been on the ground. Not only that, but you felt as if your breathing was rather laborious as well.

You weren't sure if you were going to die, but it sure felt like it. You certainly didn't want to die; you were young, you had a stable career and a great boyfriend and everything was going well. There really couldn't have been a worse time to die, in fact. But as blood spilled from your mouth, and you realised how isolated the area you were in was, you realised that you probably were going to die right there, alone in a dirty alley.

You supposed that at least someone might find your body, and it couldn't be any worse than something like being tossed into the ocean-

"Y/N! Fuck, oh god..." That terrified voice belonged to Chuuya. He sped down the alleyway quicker than lightning, kneeling down to quickly examine you before taking you in his arms and squeezing you. "Oh my god, Y/N- are you alright?"

"...Chuuya..." you whispered, in relief. He was here. He was here now and you were gonna live. You suddenly realised how exhausted you truly were, and almost shut your eyes to sleep at that moment. But you needed to tell Chuuya what happened first, so you sat up as straight as you could in your weary state. "I-..."

Chuuya suddenly took your cheek in his gloved hand and directed your gaze towards him.

"Who did this to you?" He growled. His voice was quiet, but it was frothing with pure unfiltered fury. There was a slight waver in his dangerous tone. Your watery eyes glistened as you locked eyes with him, his stare ferocious. Beneath the thinly veiled wrath, however, you could sense worry. Chuuya was truly worried that you might die.

"...i-it was..." you took a deep, ragged breath. "...them, Chu-"

You suddenly wretched and fell back to the ground. Chuuya quickly caught you and pulled you into his arms as you coughed. A trickle of blood spilled from the edge of your lips. You let out a cry of pain as he tightened his grip on you, but he wasn't looking at you. He was staring into the distance, seemingly preoccupied with something else.

"...Ch-Chuu...ya?" You managed to get out. Your vision was slightly blurred, and your heart was pounding in your head. He cradled your head in his hand and cast his gaze back down to you.

"You're gonna be alright, honey. You're safe now, okay?" Chuuya reassured you gently, brushing some loose locks of hair from your dirty face. "You're gonna be just fine."

"Chuuya..." you repeated, weakly. "There were t-two of them...

"Breathe," he said quickly, though his eyes were still fiery. "Breathe, Y/N. What'd they look like?"

"...the masks, th-they....one of them had...uh, gree-" you interrupted yourself with a cough, feeling the metallic taste of blood fill your mouth. "Eyes, green eyes."

"Right. Do you remember anything else?"

"Uhm...dark cl-clothes, and...how did you find me?" You seemed to have forgotten the question he'd asked. Chuuya bit his lip with worry.

"You hadn't been returning anyone's calls so I came looking for you. I thought that you might have gone investigating so I came here as fast as I could." He told you. "My god, what were you thinking coming out here by yourself? I didn't want you to get hurt doing this!"

"S-sorry, I th..." Suddenly your head rolled back limply. You felt so tired. All you wanted to do was close your eyes and go to sleep.

"Wait, you need to stay awake!" He urged, tapping your hand. "You can't fall unconscious now- stay awake, alright?"

"Mm..."

"Y/N, you need to stay awake," Chuuya told you. "Hang in there, hon. We'll get you home and all better, alright?"

You made a sound of acknowledgement. Or, at least, you thought you did. Chuuya kept insisting that you stay awake as he got to his feet with you in his arms. You felt yourself being jostled around as he carried you away, but that was it. Everything was quiet, all of a sudden.

You couldn't remember the exact moment you fell unconscious, but you didn't feel like you'd been out that long before you had woken up. It was rather dim in the room you had woken up in, and you quickly realised you were in a bed. Your head was thumping. Your face stung.

"Y/N?" In surprise, you quickly turned to see Chuuya who was sitting on the side of the bed, having changed out of his work clothes. He suddenly let out a huge sigh. "Thank fuck..."

"Chuuya?"

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked, leaning over to caress your cheek. "You were pretty bloody earlier. Anything hurt? Any aches anywhere?"

"I..." Admittedly, you were slightly overwhelmed by the questions. You felt extremely lethargic and you couldn't see too well. You lifted your left hand to reach out for him, before noticing that it was wrapped up in bandages. "...wait, I don't think..."

"Don't worry, it's not broken," he told you. You furrowed your eyebrows before glancing around the room, quickly recognising it as your own. You were in the middle of the bed you shared with Chuuya, a few pillows propping you up into a semi-upright position. One of them, a fluffy one that you used when you got sick, was positioned behind your head.

"...we're home?"

"Yeah. It's a little late, though," Chuuya chuckled. "About four in the morning."

"Wh- four in the morning?!" You turned to face the window, only to see the sky a deep shade of blue, tinted with orange in preparation for the sunrise. "Oh my god. Why haven't you slept, Chuuya?!"

"I was too worried to sleep," he answered. "Besides, I'm pumped up on adrenaline anyway."

"Adrenaline?" You frowned. "You weren't that concerned about me, were you?"

"'Course I was! You're my girlfriend. I'm always gonna be worried when you get hurt, Y/N." Chuuya said earnestly. "I don't care how long I have to stay up as long as it means you're alright."

You tilted your head at him, unable to suppress your smile at his sweet sentiment. Still, though, you felt a little guilty for prompting him to forfeit his much needed rest.

"That's so cute, babe. But you must have taken a nap or something since I passed out, right? I mean, it was like...mid-evening. What were you up to that whole time?" You asked, curiously. Chuuya had seemed so upset when he'd found you, and now he was completely fine, if not a little anxious as anyone would expect him to be. Chuuya lifted his leg onto the bed in order to be able to face you better, then began his explanation.

"Well, first of all, I had to make sure you were alive. I brought you home as quick as I could- somehow none of your bones were broken, but you're all bruised up, winded, I'm pretty sure one of your ribs is fractured, and your wrist was sprained. I put some ice on it earlier before I bandaged it up."

"Right...thanks, Chuu." You lifted your hand and examined it. You and Chuuya were always patching one another up, but most of the time it was a lot more light-hearted and domestic. You knew your left eye had to have taken a hit too- it was rather swollen and you couldn't really see too well from it. You could also feel a faint but very present sting in all the small cuts you had earned earlier.

"You were unconscious, so I cleaned you up and changed you into your pyjamas, and locked you in here while I went back out. I didn't really wanna leave you alone or anything, but I couldn't really just call up one of the others to bring them here, y'know?"

"That's why we need a guard dog, Chuuya," you remarked, making him smile. "But...you went back out? To buy something?" You asked, under the innocent assumption that Chuuya had gone emergency shopping for chicken soup or something of the sort, to treat your poor state.

"Hm? No. I went to find those pricks that left you like that. And I killed them," he said, bluntly. Your eyes widened.

"Wh- you did? How'd you find them?"

"I had help from Kouyou," he answered, and you gave him a nod. "You and I were actually pretty close to closing our investigation. Her input was pretty useful, though- we probably should have asked her advice from the start. We cracked it pretty quick and I got the go-ahead from the boss, and so a squad and I took 'em out almost immediately."

"Is that right?" You asked, impressed. "Well, I'm glad our late nights and all that were worth it. I thought they'd have been a more formidable opponent, though..."

"Yeah, sure. If they hadn't messed with you, maybe they would've been. But I was pissed, especially when I found the guys who beat you up. I'd have let you have the kills but, y'know...you were asleep and shit. So I handled it for you, promised Boss a report by this afternoon, and came back here to see if you were still alright." You blinked at his explanation, incredulously.

"That's...a lot, in a few hours. He gave you until this afternoon?"

"This one operation was pretty impromptu, and you were out of commission. He knew I had to take care of you afterwards, even if you did manage to get out with only a black eye and a fucked up rib and wrist," Chuuya answered, glancing down at your bandaged hand. "Plus, I didn't get any of the details of the attack from you so I couldn't provide that information. He's gonna wanna see you as soon as you're well enough."

"Right...yeah, should've expected," you heaved, shifting in the bed. "The Port Mafia's pretty brutal, huh?"

"Hah...yeah, you're right. But I don't think that's really bad, right?"

"I guess it certainly helps when your boyfriend is a gravity wielder..." you nodded, with a smile. "Are you alright, though? Did you get hurt or anything?"

"Pfft, barely." He shook his head. "I'm fine. I was just worried about you, so I'm glad that you're alright." Chuuya took your hand in his and ran his thumb over your knuckles. "Do you need anything? Hungry?"

"No, babe, it's fucking four in the morning. You need to go to sleep. You're gonna collapse at any minute!" You insisted, taking his hand in your own. Searing pain shot through your arm and you recoiled, scrunching up your face. "Ow! Shit..."

"You alright?" He hastily picked up your forearm which lay limp over the blanket and gave it a very slight rub. "You're probably not gonna be able to use it for a while..."

"Fuck," you cursed. "Well, I guess it could've been way worse. You know what would really make me feel better right now, though?"

"What's that, love?"

"If you got into bed with me and we went to sleep," you answered, patting the spot beside you. "C'mon, Chuu. I mean it. You gotta sleep now, alright?"

Chuuya rolled his eyes, but still climbed under the blanket as you moved aside to leave him some room. You watched as he adjusted the pillows behind you, making it easier for the two of you to sleep there together.

"You feeling okay? Everything comfortable?" He asked.

"Yep! I feel just fine. Aside from the bodily injuries, I mean."

"Aw, honey..." he cooed, bringing you into his arms slowly and loosely so as to not cause any chest pain, and then planting a kiss on your forehead. "Sorry I didn't get there sooner."

"It's not your fault, Chuuya!" You said, softly. "I'm just glad it's all over with now."

"That is a relief, yeah," he agreed. "You don't have anything to worry about anymore."

"Mm..." You hummed, your faces close. "Thanks for fixing me up, Chuuya. Means a lot."

"It's nothin', really. I'd do it a thousand times over if I needed to. Just...don't go out on your own to that place again, alright? I hate seeing you get hurt."

"...yeah, I got it," you answered, playing with his red hair with your unaffected hand and joking, "Next time, I'll just bring you with me."

never written whump fic before so i hope it's okay 🌸 (does this even technically count??) i want someone to take care of me the way chuuya takes care of y/n <3 don't get me wrong i love taking care of people! it's just that maybe it would be nice to be the one who's being taken care of for a change yk 🤧

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Nakahara Chuuya (Anime: Bungou Stray Dogs)

Character Whump details under the cut

Personality: Strong, confidant (overconfidant), easily angered by the right triggers (his ex-partner Dazai), loyal to a fault, can be surprised or manipulated. Defiant whumpee

Whump? Kidnapped as a young child to be a government experiment. Implanted with a highly destructive Ability, and lost all memories prior to around 8. Found and used by a gang as their protector, until the Mafia manipulated the gang (his found family) into betraying him. Stabbed by his best friend, he was given the ultimatum to join the Mafia or watch his gang die. He joined the Mafia, convinced himself it was of his own free will, and now places his trust in the Boss who says precisely what Chuuya wants to hear in order to gain his loyalty. Chuuya's true form of his Ability, Corruption, is an extremely powerful berserker-style rage, manipulating gravity and black holes. It also eats his body apart from the inside, destroying his organs. Once started, Chuuya loses control and cannot stop until he dies. The only solution is the very person who engineered his entry into the Mafia - his new partner, Dazai, who can nullify Abilities. After Chuuya's Ability is stopped, he collapses, unable to move. Foreign agents have tried to come after Chuuya for his Ability twice - one attempted to kill him at 15, the other murdered almost everyone close to him at 16 in an effort to get Chuuya to abandon join him. At 17, another rogue Ability user violently killed all of Chuuya's new friends, and at 18, Dazai defected from the Mafia, leaving Chuuya without a way to use his destructive power - half of what he is capable of, a defunct weapon. Lots of physical whump, angst. Dazai shows he still cares for Chuuya by letting Chuuya rest on his lap after Corruption, and even taking care of his prized hat.

A word from a voucher: Favorite whump moment: age 15 arc when Chuuya and Dazai are fighting off a foreign agent attempting to kill Chuuya to steal his Ability. Chuuya's attacks are initially ineffective, and the agent reaches up and breaks or dislocated Chuuya's leg. His scream is just ❤️❤️❤️. Unfortunately the hurt doesn't last long.

Character submitted by: @forthetaintedsorrow-whump

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Forced to Kneel

BTHB: Forced to Kneel/Bow

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Synopsis: Captured by some bizarre cult, Atsushi has terrible flashbacks to his life before the Agency.

CW: captivity, forced to kneel, mild cult stuff, some blood

Atsushi swayed a little on his feet, dizzy with fear. His blood thundered in his veins. The hooded figures surrounding him stood silent, but their presence crowded in on him, stealing the breath from his lungs.

Familiar. It was all so horribly familiar. Flashes of memories skittered across his mind like lightning: a dim, cold church; stern faces glowering down at him; harsh voices berating him for being himself--

A pair of heavy hands forced Atushi to his knees. A low, unfeeling voice breathed in his ear: “On your knees, wretch.” He shivered, keeping his head low, not daring to look at the figure seated on the raised dais before him.

“So this is the boy.” The voice echoed down from the throne, sending icy chills up Atsushi’s spine. He shivered again, unable to keep himself from trembling. The heavy hands pressed down harder, holding him in place, digging into his shoulders with a painful grip. He gritted his teeth against the incoming wave of shame and fear. His nerves shouted at him to run, fight, do something other than kneel like some kind of worthless slave, but his mind felt foggy, and his body wouldn’t move.

The figure seated on the throne raised its head. Atsushi dared to look for just a moment. He got a glimpse of a face: a young woman, his cheeks thin and her skin pale. And her eyes. They met his for no more than a second before he looked away, but their emptiness chilled him to the bone. So empty. The lifeless, dead eyes of a living corpse.

“And he can shift? You have witnessed his transformation?”

“Not directly, my lady, but we know he—” With a hoarse cry the man holding him jerked violently back as if struck in the face. A subtle wave of shock rippled through the rest of the hooded figures; the man staggered in their midst, a hand clamped over his neck. Blood seeped through his fingers. He glanced at the young girl with wild, horrified eyes, and Atsushi dared a swift glance at the girl once again. She was standing in front of the throne, her right hand outstretched, her index finger raised slightly, her eyes still dead.

Atsushi couldn’t breathe. Who was this girl? What kind of terrible power could she possibly have, to make a man bleed like that?

“That is not enough. If you were faithful to me, you would know that.” She advanced a step down, closer to where Atsushi still knelt, motionless. “You, boy. Transform for me.”

Transform…what kind of messed-up group was this? What did they want from him? He couldn’t transform now. He had to save his strength to rescue Dazai—

“Do it!” the girl hissed, and her voice swelled to fill the room. “Do it, or you will be punished!”

Punishment. It was so horribly familiar.

Atushi couldn’t stop himself from obeying. Part of his mind retreated into itself; the flashbacks started again, painfully vivid, sickening even; he couldn’t stop them, he couldn’t stop himself—

“Atsushi!”

Dazai’s voice.

He was still alive. He was there.

And Atsushi had to help him.

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[cepheusgalaxy]

I finished Bungo Stray Dogs

And I remembered why I don't finish things

GOSH THE EMOTIONAL HIT AT THE END GOT ME SCREAMING HERE

BECAUSE IT CAME OUT OF F U C K I N G N O W H E R E

LIKE WTF??????

Fukuzawa was there, sad because his childhood friend died and everything, and I was already not expecting that his final goal was to fucking start world peace or whatever (i honestly find his methods questionable) and then he tried destroying the One Order, couldn't and Ranpo comes closer and says something in the lines of "You can't... That's the 'curse' you inflicted upon yourself." And then he cries, I cry, you cry, the ending theme ends with me singing along and thinking "well that was an enjoyable ride, I'd go again, pretty gay if you want my opinion," and BUM, the narrator goes:

"Two hours later:"

And guess what, crazy moon god is there attacking Atsushi our boy, Akutagawa comes in and saves him--his design got an U P D A T E and nobody warned me--and they're like "heh, seems like we've gotta finish that tale Fukichi bitch started right" and Atsushi's like "But just the two of us?" and I'm like "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE TWO OF YOU" and Akutagawa is like "Heh,

do we need anything else?"

And then they fucking GO and it explodes and I'm like WHAT THE FUCK and then the fucking thing just pops

"This is not the end."

I need a minute

[poewritesgayshit]

☾⋆⁺﹐i saw a dead rat | fyodor/sigma ﹐📔

words: 2k

summary:

Sigma gets shot twice while trying to break up a gunfight. Exhausted and in pain, he decides to tend to his own wounds. However, he didn't expect Fyodor to be waiting on him.

content warnings:

drugging in conjunction with dubcon/noncon

wound abuse/improper wound care/fingers and tongues where they shouldn't be

whumpee sigma and creepy whumper fyodor

ao3 link below!

[goodwhump-temp]

Akutagawa Whump | Bungo Stray Dogs

Ep.03 - Knocked back into wall Ep.06 - Bullet grazed, electrocuted Ep.10 - Punched x2, [Flashback; kicked, verbally abused] Ep.11 - Bandaged, unconscious (Jaw fractured, muscles ruptured, first degree burns), abducted Ep.15 - Punched, shot in the leg, carried, gut-punched, unconscious Ep.18 - Restrained, bleeding from prior injury, shot x10 Ep.23 - Punched, briefly incapacitated, kicked, collapse Ep.24 - Knocked down, gut-kicked, passes out Ep.35 - Nearly stabbed (12:30) Ep.36 - Bullet grazed, pushed, briefly incapacitated, collapse, infected (nausea/fever) Ep.37 - Blown off tracks, trapped Ep.47 - Ambushed Ep.53 - Knocked into wall x2, arm broken, collapses, confesses lung issues, impaled, neck sliced Ep.54 - Bleeding out, unconscious, off-screen funeral Ep.60 - Atsushi/vamp confrontation, arm broken

Dead Apple - Movie

(35:00) Knocked down (46:00) Hanging above lava (1:16:50) Knocked back, knocked into wall, knocked down

[rachi-roo]

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Bungo Stray Dogs: Under the weather

There was a plot to this, but unfortunately, my motivation died before I got to fulfil it 😭 Hope this still fills some whumpy needs!

Summary: Whump fic. Atsushi is in a really bad way at the agency, things going from bad to worse one second after the other.

Tw: Migraine symptoms, mentions of blood, mentions of syringe

22/02/23

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Atsushi was slumped at his desk in the ADA, he wasn't feeling great. He had woken up with a headache that morning and it hadn't gotten any better after taking some painkillers and enough water to drown a fish.

He groaned, pressing his forehead into the cold tabletop, trying to find some kind of relief from the throbbing.

The rest of the Armed Detective Agency members were discussing the next plan for the day. Nothing serious luckily, just the chore of grocery shopping for the agency. Ranpo had been selected for the trip today.

"Awwww, I don't wanna." The clever-clog boy grumbled.

Daza grinned. "You can take Atsushi with you! I'm sure he'd love to go, you can scope out the new pick-n-mix they've got! Hey, Atsushi?" He turned to the tiger, frowning at what he saw. Atsushi had his eyes shut, his hands holding his head as it rested on the desk.

"Atsushi? Helloooo?" Dazai poked the boy's cheek a few times to stir him.

Atsushi lifted his head, squinting at the change in brightness compared to his closed eyes. His head felt heavy on his shoulders, the pain in his skull sharpening as he looked up at Dazai.

"Yeah?" He rubbed his eye.

"Are you alright? You look a little peaky."

"I'm okay. It's just a headache." Atsushi smiled. He was lying. He felt awful. But how can he show weakness in front of his fellow gifted agents? It would be embarrassing.

"Hmm... Well, if you're sure." Dazai wasn't sold, but he didn't want to pressure the boy. Atsushi gave him a reassuring smile, even though he was feeling worse by the second. His skin was heating up. Sweat was starting to pool on his forehead and palms. The happy chatter of his friends was like a hammer to the head. Beating down on his skull.

Ranpo put an arm around Atsushi's shoulders, grinning. "Right! Me and you buddy, let's go snag us some candy!" He beamed, unaware of how much pain he was causing the boy. He wasn't even shouting but it felt like he was screaming in Atsushi's ear.

"Right. Yeah, candy." He put on a brave face as he stood from his desk, the movement sent a rush of nausea up his throat as he steadied himself, holding his stomach for a moment as he breathed deeply.

'Deep breaths, Atsushi. Deep breaths.' He thought to himself, loosening his tie as it slowly seemed to tighten around his neck. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut before sighing and following Ranpo out the door.

"I'm gonna try the new gummy gators! They come in all kinds of yummy flavours. I heard there's a watermelon one." Ranpo chattered on to himself as he made his way down the flight of stairs. Atsushi was struggling.

Every step he took down the staircase made his whole body ache. Heavy. He was having trouble with the placement of his feet, almost missing a step as his vision started to double, then triple and phase back into one. The thud of his boots on the wooden stairs echoed in his brain. The pain growing and shrinking in waves.

"Right, Atsushi?" Ranpo continued, unaware that he hadn't been listening.

"Uh-Huh..." He panted, bringing a hand to wipe his forehead, the sweat starting to dampen his hair. Why were there so many stairs?

Ranpo reached the bottom with a skip in his step, heading out the door with a grin. Atsushi huffed, following him outside. He froze once he stepped outside, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as the sun glared down blindingly. It was painful to keep his eyes open.

He held his head, the ringing in his ears got louder, pins digging into his skull every time a vehicle drove past. The blurry faces of the civilians passing by were frightening, like shadows, mannequins or faceless monsters. He pulled on his sweat-drenched shirt as it clung to him feeling suffocated by the fabric.

"Ranpo- I-I can't do this." He wheezed, too quiet for Ranpo to hear, feeling his body shudder. "Ranpo-" He held his head, tears filling his eyes. "Help- Ranpo, h-help me. Anybody..." His eyes rolled in his head as his body gave up. He collapsed in a heap, his head hitting the concrete harshly as he fell.

Ranpo paused, hearing the familiar sound of a body hitting the ground. "Atsushi? Uh! Atsushi?!" He rushed to his side, turning the boy on his back. There was a cut on his forehead and the tip of his nose was scratched up. "Atsushi?! Hey, Atsushi, can you hear me?" He patted the boy's cheek, checking his pulse.

A gasp ripped from Atsushi's chest as he woke again, he was dazed, both from the headache he was suffering from and the impact of the fall, he brought an arm over his eyes, sheltering from the sun's dagger like rays. "O-Ow..."

"Hey, hey buddy. It's okay, just talk to me. What's wrong?"

"My head... It's pounding..." He curled up, holding his head. "M' burning... Everything aches... I feel sick... Where am I?"

Ranpo nodded, instantly piecing together the symptoms. "Migraine. We gotta get you inside. Can you stand? Hey, hey!" Ranpo panicked seeing Atsushi's eyes roll again. He was slipping in and out of consciousness.

"Oh crap- Dazai!"

Atsushi phased in and out of reality for a moment, unsure of what was going on, where he was or who was talking to him. Someone, holding him, cradling him as they moved. Where were they going? Now he's laying down. A bed?

He looked down, suddenly his shirt was gone. When did that happen? Who did it? there were ice packs wrapped in flannels tucked under his armpits to help bring his temperature down. Everything was blurry, there were voices but the ringing just wouldn't stop.

The next time he was aware, someone had cleaned and bandaged the cut on his forehead, also making sure the scrape on his nose was clean. The disinfectant smell made him gag.

"Atsushi, hey, it's me buddy. I need you to drink this for me. Okay?" A tall figure stood over him and supported the back of his head, tilting it forwards before holding a cup to his lips.

"Mh, no-" In his dazed state Atsushi didn't know what was happening, he was scared. He tightened his lips, trying to lean away.

"Hey, hey, come on." The voice soothed, holding him steady. "Please, It'll help you feel better. That's it." It was Dazai, he gently coaxed Atsushi to drink the medical solution. Just water with a Triptan dissolved into it.

"Good boy. That's it. You just get some sleep." Dazai cooed, softly resting Atsushi's head back onto the pillow. He took the boy's hand, gently massaging his Hegu nerve. A spot between the base of the thumb and index finger that's known for relieving headache and migraine pain. Atsushi's heavy eyelids slipped shut, forcing a few more tears to roll down his cheeks, still awake but unable to understand what was happening around him.

Dazai sighed, gently pressing a cold flannel against Atsushi's forehead and cheeks, cooling his flushed face. "I should have noticed this sooner..." He mumbled, looking over at Kunikida as he laid out the next round of medications for the boy, Yosano was unfortunately out of town so it was left to him to deal with.

"You did see it, but Atsushi said he was fine. He's a grown-up and you shouldn't feel responsible that this has happened. No one is really at fault, it's just how the situation has played out." He blonde explained, approaching with a syringe. "Morphine. It'll help him rest properly." He took Atsushi's hand, administering the drug into his arm.

The pinch from the needle made Atsushi flinch slightly but that was all. In mere moments he was out like a light and his breathing finally levelled out. Dazai stayed with him all day, keeping him cool and comfortable as he slept.

It was Dazai who brought him here. So he would be the one who takes care of him when he needs most. "I got you, little tiger."

[the-bloody-sadist]

Soft Murder husbands Fyolai 🤭

[sickficideas]

thinking about chapter 36 Akutagawa passing out from exhaustion after finally receiving some acknowledgement from Dazai lol and I was just thinking about everything that lead up to that. We learned in chapter 21 that he's still healing from serious injuries he received from Atsushi in chapter 13, and their fight against Fitzgerald made it very clear that Akutagawa can't physically handle using tenma tengai ⬇️

So the fact that he used it repeatedly in an already extremely physically demanding fight on TOP OF the fact that he was still suffering from very serious prior injuries on his self admitted fragile body...😭 it's a miracle he didn't pass put sooner but his body finally gave in after he heard something he needed to hear😭😭

[gunebuggieswriting]

Whumptober Day One: Safety Net | Swooning | "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Bring Me Back Before I Collapse

[AO3]

Bungo Stray Dogs, Chuuya-Centric, Dehumanizing Thoughts, Mild Self-Deprecating Thoughts, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Words: 1576

Chuuya slowly slid off his gloves, the thin layer of fabric holding back a power not meant for a human body. It was a good thing he wasn't human, or at least, wasn't created to be human. The tingling of the powers he has grown to both loath and appreciate spread through his arms and throughout his body. The dark red marks swirling as they grew, his humanity fading.

The eyes that warily watched the transformation hazed over, no longer focused on something as trivial as what he truly was. As he wasn't human, no man would ever be capable of holding something as dangerous as he did. Their bodies would break, the inhuman traits of a god not supposed to belong to some mortal.

That's why Chuuya couldn't be human. He wasn't born one. He was a barely conscious formation of chaos, poorly imitating what a human was. It was pitiful how well he tricked people, how many truly believed he was just like them.

If only.

Finally, after what was only seconds which felt like minutes to Chuuya as he desperately clinged onto his last strings of control, he was a god again. Somewhat anyways, he was more of a fragile container holding a god, one ready to burst at any moment. Arahabaki would cause him to crack, but the little of what was left of Chuuya held onto himself.

Every time his muscles threatened to snap, Arahabaki not knowing the limitation of them, Chuuya would hold them together by pure will alone. Every time a bone would break, Arahabaki would ignore it, having never felt pain. Chuuya would scream out in agony, only to be relieved whenever the god finally took some energy to heal it back in seconds, not wanting it to get in it's way anymore. Every time his chest would constrict, the blood welling inside him, Arahabaki not caring how much a simple human body could handle, Chuuya would force it down.

He wouldn't let the body break beyond any kind of repair, even if it wasn't him. No matter how far back Arahabaki pushed him, he'd push back, if only to stretch out the time his humanity could last. Until Dazai could touch him, bringing him back to the real world, where he was Chuuya again.

Right then, with no control of his own, he wasn't Chuuya. It was almost like being a puppet on strings, or having an out of body experience. He could feel how damaging Arahabaki was, how uncaring the literal incarnation of destruction was. Everything he saw was a blur at best, glimpses of what his eyes would be receiving, were they his own at the moment. The other senses, that were normally his, were all dulled to him. The best way he could think of to describe the feeling was what he felt while dreaming. Nothing seemed real at moments, his true consciousness floating in a dark void while a different being pretended to be him in a fabrication of own flesh.

He hated it. It reminded him of everything wrong with him.

This would go on for who knows how long. In this state he couldn't keep track of time, seconds prolonging to hours while hours could become seconds. It may be from how Arahabaki itself didn't have a concept of time, having always simply existed, not needing to care for time. It was another trait of those inhuman, as humans constructed time, something so important to them in every moment of their life. It started when they were born, counting the time till they died. Arahabaki was immortal, he found nothing valuable in keeping tabs on some fable such as "time".

Chuuya always tried to know what day it was, what month it was, what year it was, and so on. Sometimes he would sit back and watch a clock, not growing bored of how the seconds seemed to pass slower as he carefully observed them. It made him feel human, though others would look at him with concern or confusion, further digging into his consciousness of how no matter what he did, he wasn't human.

He suddenly felt his fist hit something hard, snapping him away from his drifting consciousness, keeping him from truly slipping. He should be trying harder, to fight back Arahabaki, but it was hard whenever he knew it was impossible.

Before he could delve back into that void, allowing time to pass unknowingly as he felt his body slowly fall apart, he was brought back.

Dazai. Dazai was there.

He knew he would be of course, after all, Dazai had planned everything, Chuuya knew he had to. If he believed he didn’t, he wouldn't have ever used corruption, though there was no way the egotistical self acclaimed genius wouldn't have. Especially if he was going all in on it.

He could breathe again, using his own lungs to take a greedy gulp of air, instead of the inconsistent drag that Arahabaki did in order to keep causing mayhem. The first thing he heard was Dazai's teasing voice, and the sight of him holding up a few of his fingers, asking for Chuuya to tell him how many he was holding up. He barked out an insult or two, Dazai's amused voice grating further on his nerves. Then he was brought into their situation, all of his senses overwhelmingly swamping him at once. Everything hurt and every fiber of his being was exhausted, so he didn't fight too much whenever Dazai kept him held down. It was embarrassing, but the excuse of the fog kept him from spouting every curse he knew to the one above him.

He also didn't want to fight Arahabaki, or his ability as most called it. He already dealt with the thing enough that night, so he allowed the hand on his head to stay there.

Moments later he and Dazai had moved to the wall, and although Chuuya didn't have to lay down in order for Dazai to keep a hold of him, he didn't have the strength to sit up. He would need at least a few more minutes in order to properly move his body to lean on the concrete behind him instead of Dazai, so he gave up on it until then.

Chuuya also didn't mind how Dazai's hand began to run through his hair, the small tugs from whenever the other ran into a tangle grounding him to reality. If his mind wasn't so foggy he may have tried to shuffle away, not wanting his head to be resting on the lap of his enemy. At that moment they felt like partners again, something he hasn't called Dazai in a long time.

Not that he'd want to, Dazai was usually insufferable. The Dazai right then was a rare sight, a look of calmness and melancholy he wasn't used to. He knew that it was actually Dazai deep in his own thoughts, as looking into his eyes showed a film of the other being distracted. He knew it was from the man thinking of every possibility, coming up with contingencies for all of them. Chuuya didn't know how Dazai's head didn't explode, or how he could act like an idiot most of the time despite his intelligence.

It made Dazai seem inhuman, something Chuuya took comfort in. If somebody who was born human could be so distanced and detached to everything thought of about humans, surely he could be a bit different as well and be seen as human. It may not change what he knows, how he feels, but he could continue to fool others. That was enough. To be treated as a human was enough.

That's why whenever Dazai left, leaving Chuuya with some dumb remark on the situation, he didn't bite back with a snide comment of his own. He rolled his eyes and slowly sat himself up against the wall. He'd feel sore for a while, but he had enough strength to no longer need Dazai, not that the man would stay after the fog cleared, as he thought himself as no longer needed there. It didn't matter to Chuuya, far too tired to do anything but stare up at the cleared sky.

It was only when he heard footsteps that he slipped his gloves back on, pulling a leg up to be ready to fight. He may be at a severe disadvantage but that didn't mean he'd give up without a fight. A second later he recognized the footsteps and relaxed by a small margin, glad that they belonged to a member of his own. Akutagawa had arrived, and Dazai must have told him where Chuuya was. It was a good thing, because as much as Chuuya hated to admit it, he would not be making it back to his place on his own.

Using the help of the younger man, he eventually made it to his living quarters. He was barely able to make it to his bed before he collapsed, the soft blankets and foam mattress a pleasant contrast to his stiff muscles. He more so passed out than fell asleep, the fading sensation of a hand going through his hair and reminding him that he was still there, that he was human and not some god playing as one, putting him to ease as he let his consciousness slip once more.

He was grateful for the lack of dreams that night.

[sussyfactory]

Medical stuff tw

Fyodor and Dazai are both the sickly aesthetic but in different ways

Fyodor is much more victorian child sickly. The weakness is constantly eating away at them, but there is little else to do than pray to Christ, and maybe head off to a warmer area for a while.

Vs Dazai who has a much more modern sickly. Hospitals, IVs, needles, all wrapped up with corruption and lies.

Basically Fyodor is peacefully laying in bed while a maid rests a cool towel on their head and Dazai is curling up on a hospital bed and trying to pull their IV out.