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♰ his parliament's on fire — dazai osamu

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖ KINKTOBER NO. 1 - nightclub owner!dazai

every man in yokohama has a long list of crimes they’d commit to be with you, but none quite as long as dazai’s.

contents. fem!reader, nsfw minors dni, port mafia boss!dazai, port mafia member!reader, bsd typical blood / violence, unprotected sex, established relationship, takes place before doa, dazai & reader are a lil unhinged bc they're in love, praise, soft dazai, riding dazai, sub reader, v slight breeding kink oops — 10.1k

The music shook your chest as you watched people head to the front of the club for a dance, a combination of those that were regulars, and those who were just desperate to blow their money on an evening in one of the finest night clubs in the country.

It had grown hot in the club, even for an autumn evening in Yokohoma. There were more people filling the tables than usual, standing only to swing their partners around on the dancefloor. A woman sung sultrily to the crowd, a song that you hadn’t heard in ages. Even for a Saturday, it was crowded, the capacity met, and then surpassed, packed to the brim as a group of foreign billionaires weaseled their way in by paying twice the entry fee.

You swirled your glass, sitting alone at the bar with your legs crossed, the tight, red dress rising up on your thighs. Beside you, a man was puffing a cigar, blowing the smoke back in your face so frequently that it took all your effort not to cough. Still, he paid you little attention, too enraptured by a skinny young woman that giggled every time he touched her arm.

A few more individuals made their way to the dancefloor, tracking unaccompanied dancers like prey, hopeful that they could score a partner for the evening. It was amusing, really, how often you’d seen some of the same men come back. They’d throw stacks of money on the table in a desperation to acquaint themselves with beautiful, upper-class women, even if they’d go home unhappy and broke.

Ice clinked against the sides of your glass as the last drop disappeared down your throat, warming you up for the rest of the evening. Already, you had caught the glimpse of several men in the club. But those who knew who you were knew to keep their distance, and they never tried to sneak more than a subtle glance in your direction.

Those who didn’t usually noticed nothing but your striking beauty and the allure of darkness that seemed to follow you. They were drawn to you easily, smiling at you like they were entitled to gawk at your appearance, like it would be criminal for anyone so beautiful to shield herself away from the world.

Rarely did that ever end well for them.

You handed your empty glass off to the bartender—a dear friend that you’d convinced to work for you at the club—and made your way over to the dance floor. The crowd parted for you with quick glances and slackened jaws, stumbling on their own feet to get out of your way. Once you passed, the world seemed to resume itself. Everyone continued about their business, averted their gaze, even if they were careful not to get too close to you.

Something about that made you smile.

For a while, you danced on your own, grinning carelessly to yourself as you twisted your hips, unbound yourself to the music and the alcohol that ran through your veins. It was a different kind of freedom, and though you’d once been wary of the watchful eyes, they no longer bothered you. You loved losing yourself in the rhythm, loved feeling transported to another realm.

The setlist for the evening included a few of your favorites, and you carried on until there was sweat on your forehead, a single bead trickling down your temple, one that you hastily wiped off. Breaths came to you more stiflingly, heaving inhales and exhales that paired with your thirst.

Finally, the tempo of the music slowed, just enough to snap you back into the present, and the energy zapped out of you as your mood darkened. The time of the evening had passed when you realized that it was no longer fun to dance alone.

You sighed, and with a frown, let your gaze trail across the room to find the cool brown eyes that you loved more than the music you spun in circles to. But Dazai was already in a conversation with someone else, tapping slender fingers against his glass full of amber liquid. He listened intently to a conversation between two men twice his age.

Beside him, Chuuya stood at the edge of the table like a loyal bloodhound, his arms crossed as he leaned back against the wall. You caught his eye instead and smiled to him, though not a single muscle in his face twitched. It seemed as though he was intent on keeping up the charade for the evening.

As much as you wanted to smile even more sweetly and taunt him mercilessly, you didn’t let yourself get too distracted. Instead, you refocused your sights on your other goal.

The stocky, tall man was right where Dazai said he’d be, sitting with a couple woman and a few empty glasses in front of him. He had a neatly trimmed, graying beard, sporting a watch that was, at least, a couple million yen.

You caught him watching you over the edge of the table, his smile slow as you bat your eyelashes at him, sauntering past him with a perfectly coy expression. Eyes lingered on the curves of your hips; the smooth skin of your legs revealed by the dress. The lust came in near waves off of him, thick and heavy as they reached you.

It made your job easier, the obvious attraction that they never tried to hide from you. You smiled to yourself, and felt a sense of satisfaction, despite his disgraceful leering.

The seats at the bar had been filled up when you returned, leaving no room for you and your new companion to retreat.

A younger regular, one with an overabundance of nerves and an awkward smile, spoke in hushed whispers to his friend, one that was dressed in a suit far too cheap to be in this club.

You tapped him on the shoulder, smiling at him in the way that had everyone bending over backwards for you. “Excuse me?”

He looked over, irritated for a fleeting second before realizing who it was that had approached him. Immediately, he was to his feet, stammering over a greeting while his friend gawked at him with incredulity.

“Sorry to bother you,” you said, softening your voice. “I was wondering if I could have those seats. I hate to—”

“No, no,” he said, practically shoving the other man away, pushing him out of the chair while he sputtered confused nonsense. “Take them! We’ll be out of your hair.”

You thanked them before placing yourself neatly back onto the stool you’d occupied before. It was far too easy.

The bartender sent you a knowing look, all too familiar with your games, before going back to mixing a drink.

Moments later, you felt the presence of another behind you, an overwhelming smell of tobacco and pine assaulting your senses. He was taller up close, taller than Dazai, at least, and older than you’d originally thought. Deep wrinkles weathered his skin, his eyes, and though there was still a hint of black in his dark hair, it was slowly being overtaken by the signs of a life that was twice as long as yours.

“Pretty dress.” That was the first thing he said to you, letting his eyes wander over your chest, lips curling into an ugly smirk. “It suits you nicely.”

You wouldn’t be won over so easily, so you merely smiled at him, nodding in thanks. Though, that had him coming on twice as strong, as if the simple eye contact that you’d made earlier had been a full invitation to fuck you. He took the seat next to you, signaling the bartender over.

“Let me buy you a drink,” he said, and though it was a kind proposition, it always made you laugh. You received a million free drinks from strangers here.

Still, you shrugged and let him, unsurprised that he knew what you’d been drinking earlier. It was a clear sign that he’d been watching you since before you even got up to dance.

“What’s your name?” 

“Should I give it away that easily?” Your voice was silky in your response, unimpressed, but luring him in, nonetheless.

He laughed, and offered you his own instead, Tanaka, as if you didn’t already know it. You’d been planning on springing him into this trap since the moment he’d arrived that evening. It was a target and a plan that had been set in motion for days.

His grin was uncomfortable, but he thought so highly of the way his lips curled, seemingly luring you in.

In reality, you weren’t sure how any woman could stand to get down on her knees for that.

Half an hour passed as you talked with him, preening under his endless string of compliments, wishing that you could string him on for a little bit longer. You enjoyed the words well enough, just another thing to stroke your ego, but the minute he moved closer, you inched away, placing distance between you before he could touch you.

It was obvious it frustrated him, but one look at the flash in his irises had you knowing that he enjoyed the chase.

He droned on, careless conversation about hobbies you didn’t want to understand, and though you smiled, pretending to be interested, your focus drifted to the table where Dazai sat.

His conversation had shifted to Chuuya, the two other men from earlier gone. It seemed strained between them, sharp words spoken as they glared at one another, visibly at odds about something.

Despite the clear dispute, anger cleared away from their expressions within seconds, Chuuya straightening like a board beside his boss once again.

Dazai looked up; it was less than a second that your eyes met, but your knees had weakened, heart stuttering in your chest as it skipped a pulse.

A soft exhale left you, and you longed for Dazai, craved the feeling of his strong palm on your skin, the kiss of his lips on your neck. You had half a mind to say fuck the mission and walk right over to the table and plant yourself on his lap.

It would certainly cause a scene, especially when there were so many new customers there who knew about Dazai but didn’t know about you.

Still, you knew Dazai wouldn’t object. He’d merely smile into your hair and curl his hand around your hip, continuing on with his conversation like nothing was out of the ordinary.

You looked away. If you were to make it through the rest of the night, you couldn’t get distracted by the beautiful man just feet away from you. “Sorry,” you said, turning back to Tanaka. “What were you saying?”

His interest in conversation had already waned, and he faced Dazai, displeased by the uptick of fascination within your expression. “Found someone more interesting already?”

You laughed, shaking your head as you pressed your palms into your thighs. You may have longed for Dazai, been so desperate that you couldn’t spare him another glimpse, but you could still play this role well. There couldn’t be another slip, every move had to be precise.

“I’m just curious,” you said, puckering your lips in a pout. “He looks important.”

Tanaka took a sip of his drink as you spoke, nearly spitting it back out when your sentence concluded. His eyes were hard, narrowing at the sight of Dazai just meters away, surrounded by a security of sorts, “You don’t know him?” He coughed.

You frowned, tilting your head. “Should I?”

“That’s Dazai Osamu. He owns this place.”

There was room for a theatrical pause. You took that moment to pretend to think. “Oh, of course. What a silly question,” you said, humming, and set your chin down on your hand to glance back over at the table of Port Mafia personnel. “I hear he owns a lot of things.” You tilted your head, gauging the man with siren eyes. “Is that true?”

Tanaka huffed, but he didn’t deny it, looking down at his two-million-yen watch like it was nothing more than a trinket. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t worry about him.” He seemed irritated, though he didn’t let it show, his voice the only indicator that you had upset him. “But I can tell you it sure gets hard to run a business in Yokohama when the Port Mafia owns half the city.”

You widened your eyes, leaning forward. “You’re telling me the Port Mafia owns this place?”

Tanaka laughed, loud and haughty, looking at you like you were just a poor idiot from the countryside, even if the dress you wore cost just as much as his entire suit put together. “Oh, hon, if only you knew.”

The condescending tone sent a screech through your entire body, momentarily halting any proper responses in your current act. But he was unfazed, already moving onto the next topic of conversation, telling you all about the business dealings that you’d known about from the long list of jobs within his file.

There was, truly, nothing about him that you hadn’t already dug up. It was boring you immensely, but you smiled on, nodding enthusiastically as he spun the most lackluster story you’d ever heard.

Dazai, across the room, stared at you as you conversed, clenching his jaw at the way the man eyed you, the gaze that scoured your body like you were nothing more than a piece of meat.

Oh, he would certainly enjoy tearing him apart later, even if he would be too easy of a case to break.  

“When are we leaving?”

Chuuya’s voice snapped him out of his onlooking, and Dazai leaned back in the chair, shedding the tension in his shoulders to resume a comfortable position.

“Not until they’re both in the car and I can confirm with Tachihara and Gin that she’s safe,” Dazai said, crossing his arms over the table. He couldn’t forget that there were others around him, those who would never say a word to him, but knew who he was, knew what he stood for. Even here, he couldn’t let his guard down.

“Safe?” Chuuya laughed, though it was without any humor. His irises flashed dangerously, steely grey darkening into a deep silver. “You trust that idiot not to lay a hand on her? He’s undressing her with his eyes.”

Chuuya seemed intent on irritating him that evening, as usual.

“I don’t trust anyone who comes here.” Dazai scowled. “Don’t be a fool.”

A moment of silence lapsed between them, and Dazai became sickened by the way the man was eyeing you. Though you took it all in stride, leaning just far enough away so his knee didn’t graze yours, and his palm didn’t brush against your own, it still lit a fire deep within him.

It was all the better, he supposed, to feel such deep hatred for his enemies. It made it easier to tear them apart without any guilt. 

“How long are you going to make her do this, huh?” Chuuya spoke up once more from beside him, his voice nothing more than a grumble as he whispered down to Dazai. “This charade you two are carrying on has lasted long enough. I mean, you’re whoring out your wife for fuck’s sake—”

Dazai reacted without a thought, despite not wanting to take his eyes off of you for even a second. He gritted his teeth and turned on Chuuya, his hand gripping the gun in his pocket, finger tight on the trigger. Enough of a warning for him to know how sincerely the simple comment irritated him.

“Don’t ever insinuate that I don’t love my wife, Chuuya, or it’ll be the last thing you ever say.” Dazai spat the words out carefully, just under his breath, holding Chuuya’s piercing gaze without blinking. “You may be a valuable asset to the Port Mafia, but I will not listen to your opinions on matters that don’t concern you.”

Chuuya stared, setting his jaw before turning away once more. The two of them looked back to where you were smiling, leading the other man out of the room, though still not touching, placing a respectable distance between you.

“I’m just surprised, Dazai.” Chuuya leaned back, crossing his arms as he titled his head, watching your figure fade into the shadows. “You love her so fiercely, and yet, you watch as this carries on time and time again. I don’t understand.”

Dazai stood from the booth, tucking the gun back into his waistbad, under his coat. He straightened his shoulders, inhaling deeply. “I think you’re underestimating her if you truly believe she doesn’t have a handle on the situation.” His hands slipped into his pockets as Chuuya followed, grumbling from just a few feet away. “Besides, I’ve never forced her into anything. It was her idea in the first place.”

“Why?”

Dazai sighed, though it was almost wistful, the mere thought of you enough to turn him into a lovesick fool. “Perhaps it is because there are many men that seem to think they can crawl into her bed so easily, and she enjoys their humiliation when they realize that they are so far beneath her.” Dazai shrugged, and smiled lightheartedly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Perhaps, she just wants to make everyone’s lives a little easier, including yours. You should thank her sometime.”

Tanaka sat beside you in the car, his hand lingering in the leather seat between his thigh and your own. Night had fallen deep across the city, the sky a navy through the haze of streetlights. Though it was nearing one o’clock in the morning, there were crowds of people out and about, lines at all of the much more affordable clubs in the area.

It hadn’t taken much to get him to come with you. You’d batted your eyelashes, smiled at him from under them, and told him you had a car waiting out back.

That was enough. When you’d pulled yourself down from the barstool, he’d followed after you, eyes blown wide as you’d begun leading him out of the room.

All it took was a dress that hugged your curves and a small grin, and he was in the car with a man that worked for you, heading to a building that your husband owned.

“Do you live far?” Tanaka asked, itching to put his hands on you, even though you’d convinced him to hold off until you got back to your room.

You placed your chin on the inside of your palm, glancing out the window at your own reflection. “Not too far.” You turned back to him, offering him a shy smile. “Why? Are you getting impatient?”

He grinned wolfishly. Your stomach churned anxiously at the sight of it, even when he was no match for you, nor all the other, powerful individuals that surrounded you. “I don’t think I need to answer that.”

Through the rearview mirror, Tachihara met your eyes, and they softened, just barely, silently showing his support from the front of the vehicle.

It was, in a way, a relief. You relaxed, regained a sense of composure, and let your ruby red lips spread over your teeth, cocking your head as Tanaka indulged himself in whatever fantasy was milling about in his mind. His eyes were cruel, though the darkness in them was nothing compared to what you were used to.

Idly, he made comments in your ear of all the things he wanted to do to you, his unpleasant breath tickling the skin there as you tried your best not to recoil. The smell of him was growing heavy in the car, overwhelming and nauseating. You sat even more stiffly, pressing Tanaka away with a palm to his chest as you giggled to yourself, pretending to enjoy his vulgar words.

Tachihara pulled the car around to the back of the building, letting the two of you out as he put it into park.

Any fool should’ve known where they were, what the dark building in the middle of the city stood for, but Tanaka was all too focused on you, intoxicated and inattentive. The mafia headquarters loomed overhead, dark, and unassuming, a triad of buildings stacked perfectly against one another.

“Thank you,” you said to Tachihara, winking at him as Tanaka turned his back, too disoriented to take in anything but the sight of you right before him.

The car drove away, then, and you were left to guide your guest into the building, towards the room that you had already planned to meet Dazai in. When you reached the elevator, Gin was waiting for you, dressed in female attire, this time, charading as a worker instead of the trained assassin that she truly was.

“Impressive building,” Tanaka said, as if not noticing all the obvious signs of the mafia base. “You must come from quite a wealthy family.”

You smiled at him over your shoulder, curious as to why he didn’t assume you’d come into the riches on your own. “I suppose you could say that.”

Gin opened the elevator, then began typing a message to her boss, alerting him of your arrival. Tachihara had taken the longest route back, giving Dazai just enough time to arrive home before you.

“Are you a renter?” he asked, staring as the numbers on the elevator increased, climbed higher while you went towards a floor that was only two below the penthouse.

“We own it.”

Tanaka turned towards you, eyes wide with surprise, perplexed even further by the alcohol running through his veins. “You didn’t say—”

Abruptly, he cut himself off. Whatever comment he was about to make was overshadowed by the fact that he’d met you at the Port Mafia’s night club. That was certainly no place for anyone that didn’t have a million yen to spare in their pockets.

Finally, the elevator dinged, and you relaxed at the sight of the familiar hall, the carpet that had recently been replaced, the paintings that you’d personally added, ones that had been purchased at an auction. There were traces of you everywhere, and though it belonged to many members of the mafia, it was, inherently, your home.

You grabbed Tanaka’s hand, realizing just how cold it was, wrinkled with calluses and dirtied nails. It took everything in you not to grimace as you pulled him towards the fourth door on the right, the one that had been used for every interrogation over the past two years.

It had become something of a holding cell for the mafia’s enemies, and most didn’t remain here long. You doubted that this man would be of any exception.

Tugging him along, you increased your speed, an invisible string guiding you right back to Dazai. He was your fiery beacon, and though you were still separated by walls, your heart thumped at being so near to him.

“Eager, are we?” Tanaka asked, and when he grinned in the lights, you realized how slimy it was, a hunger dripping off the edges of his yellowed teeth.

You smiled right back, but it was forceful, painful as it etched its way onto your cheeks. An itch started in the cracks of your palm, willing you to snatch it out of Tanaka’s hand and scrub it clean. Still, you held on, remembering that this was for the Port Mafia, this was for Dazai and everything you’d worked for over the years.Your determination increased tenfold. “It’s just around the corner.”

Finally, you reached the room where you knew Dazai would be waiting, and just like every other time you’d done this, every time you’d brought another willing victim into a den of wolves, you could finally relax.

You entered the room, not bothering to flip on any of the light switches. There was furniture, but it was dusty, bloody, and it would make it far too obvious that you were not leading Tanaka back to your bedroom. You didn’t want him turning tail too quickly, running when he discovered you had no intention of rolling around in the sheets with him.

He shut the door behind him with a quiet click, advancing on you like a hunter. It would’ve been threatening, intimidating perhaps, if you had not been able to sense Dazai on the other side of the wall. You knew that whatever control Tanaka thought he had on the situation had quickly evaporated, and it was only a false blanket of security that he’d wrapped himself up in.

“Can I get you anything? Maybe a drink?” you asked, stopping Tanaka with a flat palm to his chest, not allowing him to come any closer. “The alcohol in me is starting to wear off.”

He ignored your wishes entirely, upon you once more. One larger hand ripped yours from his chest, pulling you just another inch closer. “I’ve had enough tonight,” Tanaka said, teeth flashing in the dim starlight. “I’m dying to fuck you.”

You frowned, eyebrows wrinkling. “Well, I’d like a drink first.”

“I’m not in the mood.” He yanked on your hand again, and this time, you knew he’d kiss you, knew he’d plant the cracking pale lips of his own on yours. The thought of it made you ill.

Without thinking, you slung a fist across his face, a crunch sounding from his nose at the force of your hit. Blood trickled from one nostril, flowing in a fast stream over his lips, into his teeth.

He bent over, and you stood, straighter, staring over him as he cursed. The punch had been much more forceful than you’d intended.

“What the fuck.” He was angrier than before, and though his pain was immense, it did little to dissuade him. You kept your face hard, inching backwards as he stood tall, so much bigger than you’d remembered. It wouldn’t take much for him to lift you, throw you onto any surface he wanted.

You’d use your ability if you had to, kill the man if it was necessary, but that would mean the entire plan had gone to waste.

“You bitch—”

Without letting any fear cloud your face, you took a step back and bumped into something solid and warm. A cologne more familiar than Tanaka’s enveloped you in a safety net. 

The older man made it one step further, aggressively, before every ounce of determination waned from his eyes. He staggered, tripping over himself and stared back at the man that had slowly come up behind you. The one that was brushing soft fingertips between your shoulder blades, his steady breath tickling the crown of your head.

Dazai smiled, in a way that was so menacing that your heart thumped twice in its chest before resuming its natural melody. Tanaka took a step back, scrambling away, nearly tripping over himself in the process, eyes dilated in fear.

“You,” he breathed. “Dazai—” Tanaka didn’t finish his sentence, too stunned as he stared between the two of you. “What’s going on?”

Dazai stepped forward, letting his hands fall away from you as he cornered the newest addition to his long list of enemies. Already, you missed the warmth of Dazai’s touch, the security that came with his proximity.

Tanaka cowered before him, suddenly so small, weak under the breadth of Dazai’s power. A sense of twisted satisfaction curled within you, lightning up every pore under your cold skin.

“I believe you owe my wife an apology,” Dazai said, and his tone was even, hard, not a hint of amusement laced within the words. Tanaka’s eyes darted to you, where you stood with your arms loose at your sides, eyes softer, every inch of you more delicate now that Dazai was in the room. 

“Wife—” The word tumbled from his mouth before he could stop it, hesitant. “You said you didn’t know him. You asked me questions about him.”

You slid the ring back onto your finger, the one that you’d kept tucked away in the pocket of your bag. It glimmered in the beams of the moon, the diamond and rubies sparkling. “I can lie just as easily as a man can.” Crossing your arms, you sighed, and stared at Dazai’s taut back, the strained muscles in his shoulders as he stood over Tanaka. “You’re all so stupid sometimes. It only takes a simple question, and you never ask it. Anyone in that club could’ve told you who I am.”

He balked, considering his own ignorance, and followed your eyes back to Dazai, who had gone just a few steps behind you, to the small storage of top-shelf alcohol that you kept locked up in the room. “What is this about?” he asked, shaking his head to clear away his distress. “You’ve obviously brought me here for a reason. What is it?”

“I find it funny that you think you’re the one in control of the situation,” Dazai said, turning his back to fix himself a drink. He didn’t doubt that you would watch Tanaka for him with careful eyes. Even the smallest twitch of his eyebrows would be telling. “You don’t get to ask questions.”

“I haven’t done anything,” he said, and though his voice was hard, there was underlying panic. “I’ve stayed well out of the Mafia’s business, as promised—”

“Perhaps.” Dazai interrupted smoothly, coolly. “Our agreement wasn’t broken, per se. I just happen to think that working with outsiders is an act of much higher treason.”

Tanaka blinked, faltering. His jaw went slack, a mere second ticking before he replied. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t try to lie to me.” Dazai glanced over his shoulder, dark eyes narrowing. “I’m talking about Dostoevsky. The rats that are trying to take over my city.” He tsked, rolling the glass around on the counter, clinking it against the granite. Then, he popped a crystal bottle open, letting it fill a quarter of the glass.  “Such a shame. You’ve built quite a name for yourself in Yokohama. Is this really worth losing all that?”

Tanaka stuck both hands in his pocket, shaking his head vigorously. His fingers flexed against his sides. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know who that is, I’ve never crossed anyone by that name.”

Seeing an opportunity while Dazai’s back was turned, Tanaka began to pull out a pistol from his coat; one you had, stupidly, forgotten to check for. It seemed he doubted that you were a threat, and if he could just kill Dazai, you’d be an easy target.

You moved without thinking, making the single-step distance between you and Dazai. There was a gun relaxed at his waistband, and you stole it, knowing exactly where he kept it hidden. Before Tanaka could point his own at the head of your lover, you’d acted first, aiming Dazai’s gun, your jaw tense and back straight. “Put it down.”

Tanaka, caught off guard, locked his jaw, and his fingers twisted tighter around the handle of the gun, inching towards the trigger. For a moment, he contemplated, but even without knowing the thoughts in his mind, you could read his actions.

You wouldn’t give him the opportunity to do as he wanted. Instead, you fired your own gun, digging the bullet into his fingers, shattering them, blood spattering as Tanaka dropped the pistol to the floor in a ghoulish scream.

For a second more, he writhed in pain at your own hand, once again. You held your arm taut, before letting the gun drop to your side as Dazai hummed behind you. Tanaka had fallen to his knees, tears welling up, his vision glossy as he dropped the maimed hand to his thighs.

Dazai came up beside you, smiling at you, and brushed his fingers down your arm. Slowly, he took the gun, placing it back into his waistband, his touch electric on every centimeter of your skin. “You’ve handled it beautifully, my love.” Dazai squeezed your hand, tilting his head so dark hair cleared away from his eyes. “I can take it from here.”

You nodded, and though Dazai was, by no means, pushing you out of the room, he could see how exhausted you’d become by the whole ordeal. If you wanted to leave—and you did—he wouldn’t object.

“Will you be long?” you asked, just a whisper over Tanaka’s heavy breaths of pain.

Dazai laughed easily, his breath ghosting the bridge of your nose. “Akutagawa will be here soon.” A touch lingered on your hands for a minute longer before he pulled away completely. “Then, I’m yours for the rest of the night.”

It was already late, but you’d take whatever time you could get with Dazai, even if you were drained. You nodded, and he turned away, going back towards his enemy, pulling Tanaka up roughly by his collar. Dazai’s expression changed into a man you almost didn’t recognize, if it hadn’t been for the moments that you’d had to see him shift into the underworld’s fearsome demon.

You left the room, yawning, Dazai’s voice the last thing you heard before you shut the door silently.

“Now that you’ve learned your lesson, perhaps you’ll be more willing to tell me everything you know,” he said.

Despite Dazai promising to leave once Akutagawa arrived, he’d been gone for nearly two hours, with no indication that he’d be returning anytime soon.

You waited for him in the penthouse of the Port Mafia headquarters, the home you’d come to know well in the past few years. A glass of imported wine was beside you on the nightstand, resting between a book you’d been too tired to read before bed.

You sat up, unable to fall asleep, and chewed your lip thoughtfully. It seemed ridiculous, really, for you to already miss a man that you woke up next to and fell asleep beside every night.

Still, you couldn’t help the desperation in your chest, the need to see him, to brush the mask of the Port Mafia boss away so Osamu could take his place.  

You finished the wine, then headed towards the door. The room felt cold and lonely, and if Dazai wasn’t going to return soon, you’d just find someone else to bother on the lower levels of the building.

Though, just as you were about to slip on a pair of shoes, the door unlocked, swung on its hinges, and Dazai stepped through the threshold, a vision of gore and violence and every ounce the man you adored.

“Osamu,” you said, and even when you’d said his name a thousand times before, it still left your lips like a prayer. A smile formed, and you dropped your shoes, eyes sparkling, as you regarded the mess that he was in.

Dazai took one look at you and relaxed, shoulders falling as you closed the distance between the two of you. “Sorry it took so long, sweetheart,” he said, craning his taller frame down to kiss you.

You gripped the lapels of his coat, holding on tight as you pressed into him, deepening the kiss. Dazai’s bloody fingers cupped your cheeks, smearing red along your jaw, ruining your clean skin. Though, as you exhaled a sigh deep into his mouth, you couldn’t have cared less.

“I thought you said Akutagawa was going to take care of it?” you asked as Dazai released you, offering you a small, almost defeated smile.

He walked past you, towards the bathroom, feet dragging as he shrugged off his dark coat. Under the crisp top, his muscles were stiff, strained from all the stress. He wiped another hand over his face, doing little to clean up the mess of red that remained on his cheeks.

You followed him, trailing a few feet behind, feeling silly for wanting to cling to him so tightly. Yet, you couldn’t get enough of him, and you watched as Dazai remained silent, pausing in front of the mirror to regard his own appearance. He made a face in the glass as he gazed back into his own expression, sticking his hands under the faucet. The water ran in a steady stream, staining the sink a rose color as he scrubbed the blood from his fingers, his nails. There were parts of his bandages that had been soiled, and he ripped them right off, exposing pale wrists that hadn’t seen the sun in ages.

You mimicked his action, washing your hands in the second sink before scrubbing the blood from your face, clearing away the smear of maroon that he’d put there. The water shut off, briefly, and Dazai regarded you, frowning as you rid the evidence of his crime from yourself.

“I sent Akutagawa home.” Dazai finally answered your previous question and sighed, frustration evident. He stretched his hands over his head, the bones popping in one fell swoop. “Tanaka cracked right open; he really didn’t know anything.” He blinked at himself in the mirror once more, tidied his hair, then scowled. “He’s just a low man on the totem pole, and he paid for it with his life.”

Dazai seemed at odds with himself, and he drummed his nails against the countertop before patting his hands dry. The blood had been cleaned from his skin, and even though his hair was still unkempt, it was the only evidence that any wrongdoing had happened at all. Nothing but a speck of blood remained on his collar, the rest garnishing his coat instead.

You shifted, leaning against the counter. “Did you get anything out of him?”

“Names, a location.” Dazai clenched his jaw, fists tight at his sides. “He wasn’t lying, but who knows if they’re real or not. He could’ve been given fake locations. I’ve asked Ango to check on it.”

Dazai, once again, left you standing, contemplative, in the bathroom. You could hear him shuffle around in the other room; he released a small sound of relief as he stretched out his sore muscles.

When he’d finished moving around, you returned to the other room, and he was settled in the red armchair, legs spread out in front of him. Dazai rested his head against the back cushion, his eyes closed in serenity, a deep exhale expelling the tightness in his body.

It was almost a sight too serene to spoil.

“Do you want some space?” you asked, and though you’d always respect his wishes, that was the last thing you wanted to give him. You wanted to consume him completely, to press yourself against every crevice of his being and swallow him whole.

Dazai opened his eyes and blinked at you. Instead of replying, he smiled, slowly, and gestured to his thighs, sparing a glance at his knees.

Your heart pounded, launching its way up your throat, and you scrambled over yourself to crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs, the muscle strong beneath you.

Gently, he smiled at you, and brushed your hair over your shoulder to rub your neck. You let your arms rest on his shoulders, and slowly, you removed the bandage from his eye, hating whenever he tried to hide any part of himself from you.

You waited for him to protest, but he relented, and let you kiss his forehead, the very darkest parts of himself on display for you alone. It was hard not to collapse under the weight of your love for him.

You discarded the bandages, tossing them onto the table as Dazai tapped a pattern in the crevices of your skin.

For a moment, neither of you said a word. You noted every feature of his that you loved so dearly, and Dazai just watched you study him, tried hard not to smile against your lips when you kissed him.

If only he could see how beautiful he was, surely, he would understand that he deserved a life so much better than the one he’d been dealt. That someone with a smile brighter than a dying star shouldn’t have it taken away by years of endless anguish.

Finally, Dazai spoke, whispering your name in a tone he never used on any word but that one. “You don’t have to do this anymore if you don’t want to.”

“Hm?” you asked, tilting your head, so distracted by the endless galaxy within his eyes.

Dazai huffed, placing a possessive hand on your hip. His thumb grazed the bone and you shivered, smiling at him in confusion.

“Sweetheart, I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re obligated to do something just because you’re my wife.” He looked past you, an uncertainty beneath his words that he was ashamed of. “If you don’t want to take on any more assignments—"

“I told you already, Osamu,” you began, brushing the hair at the back of his neck that was hidden beneath the collar. “I don’t mind.”

“I know, but—” Dazai hesitated, his gaze steady on the doors behind you, the ones that led to your bedroom. Somehow, he seemed to think all the answers would be there, a script written out for him to recite to you. “Chuuya brought it up to me earlier. He said that I’m…” Dazai swallowed the words, shaking his head. “Look, it doesn’t matter. I just want you to promise me that you know if you want to stop, you can stop. Even if you wanted to quit the Port Mafia altogether, I’m happy to give you whatever you need.”

You smiled, kissing the wrinkle between his eyebrows in the hope that it would ease the anxiety in his expression. The tension was such an unusual thing for anyone but you to see, as Dazai had such trouble revealing his vulnerabilities to the world.

“I promise.” You swept your thumb over his lip, watching as it bounced right back into place, so soft and lovely. “I just don’t want to quit.” You leaned back on his lap, so you were able to see the entirety of his face.  

Dazai’s eyebrows drew together once more, putting that worry right back on his appearance, and a part of you hated that of all the things he had to be stressed about, it was something as silly as you not wanting to quit your job.

“Why?” Dazai asked, tilting his chin, searching the depths of your soul for an answer that would appease him. “I don’t understand. You hate them; you tell me you hate them every time they try and lay a finger on you.”

He wasn’t wrong, certainly not about something like that. You loathed that men looked at you like you were something that they could just steal away, like they were entitled to the subtle way that they brushed your hip in passing, caressed your back when they walked behind you.

You just didn’t hate everything about the work you’d been doing. After all, it was your idea.

“I just don’t want to,” you said, looking over his shoulder to the open curtains, the bright expanse of Yokohama laid out before you. Twinkling star lights from skyscrapers and the port in the distance. “It doesn’t matter.”

It was your home, your city, and it always would be. You wouldn’t let Dazai die, wouldn’t let anyone take him from you—including himself. You’d continue to do whatever it took to protect that. Whether or not you used your appearance to achieve those ends didn’t matter. When it was all said and done, Dazai’s enemies would be dead, and you’d still have him to come home to.

“It matters to me.”

You shook your head, chewing on your lip thoughtfully. There were a million different ways you could’ve explained it, but none that were intelligent. “It’s embarrassing, ‘samu.”

Dazai laughed, a genuine noise, and kissed your shoulder as you sighed, relaxing into him once more. “I can’t think of anything about you that could possibly be embarrassing.”

You held his gaze, wishing for him to relent, to just give up and let you have this one. Instead, he just smiled back patiently, hoping you’d reveal another part of yourself to him as he slowly traced your hard collarbone.

Those pools behind his eyes were too distracting, the thumb on your neck dangerously close to your throbbing pulse. You swallowed, letting him feel every movement as your throat bobbed up and down.

“I guess,” you said shyly, “I like it. I like leading on your enemies, letting them think that they could possibly have a chance with someone like me. I like the look on their faces when they realize they’ve been made a fool of, that the girl who they wanted so badly belongs so completely to the boss of the Port Mafia.”

Dazai studied you for a moment as you shrugged the revelation off, his deep brown eyes darting over every crevice of your face. “You want to make them jealous of me?”

“Maybe.” Your cheeks heated, and though you’d been together for years, loved him for even longer, you still shied under the weight of your own desire for him. “I don’t know. Maybe I just want them all to know that I’m as much the boss of the Port Mafia as you.” You wound your arms around his neck, anchoring yourself to him, the only person you’d ever need in the dangerous world. “They’re blind to their desire, and they refuse to see that I have complete control over them.” You smiled, lazily, fondly. “Don’t they know that this is my city, too?”

Dazai’s strength made an appearance then, and he gripped your cheeks, holding you with a spiraled mix of possession and affection. “It is,” he whispered, ghosting his lips across your own, “and I’d burn it all down before I let anyone take it from you.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest at his deepened tone, the seriousness that drew on his normally playful inflection. You grew hot, and a twist of desire started deep within you, spreading down easily, slowly turning your thoughts into a muddled mess.

“I know,” you said, trying to keep your words steady as Dazai drew lazy circles up and down your sides. “Everyone knows.” You met his eyes, soft, yet dark, clouded with a longing you weren’t unfamiliar to. “The woman who brought them to their knees is still nothing more than a simple fool for Osamu Dazai.” You inhaled drawing your fingers to his open collar, the crisp bandages around his chest. “What could they ever do to deserve that kind of devotion?”

Dazai waited, watched your smaller hand run across his neck, his smirk slowly growing on his lips. “I’m a lucky man, indeed,” he said, drawing the words out slow and lazily. He tipped your chin down to him, his smile displaying the almost sharpened points of his canines. Slender fingers caressed your hipbone, pressing you farther down onto his thigh.

You let out a small sound, not taking your eyes off of his as his expression grew wily, and the slip you wore slowly began to rise up your thighs, exposing the softer skin of your leg.

“I admit, I can’t stand that everyone in this city wants you so fucking bad.” Dazai sunk his lips to your neck, kissing the space between your shoulder and jaw. “But I can’t blame them. My beautiful angel.” He smiled under your jaw, gripping your hips harder, forcing you to drag against his thigh. A puff of air left your throat as Dazai grinned, spiking your arousal. “It’s for the best, isn’t it? I’ve ruined you for anyone else.”

Your eyes flashed; Dazai bounched his leg, just once, his eyes shining, every move calculated. He’d always known exactly how to touch you, and he’d never forget, never stop enjoying the way you jerked so easily under his palm, the way you were already trying to rub yourself against him.

“Osamu,” you began, desperate for just a moment of friction, to feel his rigid muscle drag against your cunt. You wanted him so badly that your heart stumbled over itself, all the love you held, locked up there and looking for a way out.

He made a sound of disapproval, holding you still with a tight grip on your hips. His fingers dug into the bone, but it did little to ease your aching need for him.

“See?” Dazai’s kisses were light as he whispered against the shell of your ear, the sound nothing more than a breath of air. “I barely have to touch you and you’re a whimpering mess.”

You swallowed, tugging at the hair at the base of his scalp, trying to remain steady, if only for him to give you what you wanted.

Dazai seemed to be in a generous mood, worn from the previous mission, and he was grinning lazily, two fingers slipping under your dress.

His grip loosened, and you shifted, letting him pull on the strap of your panties, drag them down your thighs, over your knees, to discard beside the chair. Already, there was evidence of your desire, a spot of wetness obvious against the red satin.

He let the garment hang between his fingers before he looked back at you, watching as it softly fell to the floor. “If only they knew how easy it was to get you wet,” he said, shrewdly, “they’d want you twice as much as they did before.”

You let out a soft whimper, trying to direct his beautiful hands back between your thighs. Though, Dazai kept his fingers away, and in an act of desperation, you pressed your forehead to his, conveying every ounce of your affection for him.

“Osamu,” you breathed, blinking into his warm irises, a shade of brown that had easily become your favorite. “I’m so crazy about you.” You kissed his cheeks, smearing your lip gloss all over the skin he’d just wiped clean. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night. Everyone in Yokohama watches me, but I ache for you.”

His eyes flashed, pleased, and he relented, nudging his thumb to the inner most part of your thigh. The smile was still mocking, but he gave you at least some relief; Dazai let you sink back down on his thigh, the pressure just enough to have you clawing your nails into his chest.

He kissed your nose, but kept you where you were, perched on the middle of his leg and much too far from his cock. “What would you ever do if I wasn’t here to take care of you, hm, darling?"

You softened; even if his gaze was taunting, there was utter devotion between his dilated pupils.

All those men who fell for your act may have been complete fools, but Dazai was even worse off than them: he was a fool in love.

“It’s so hard not to crawl into your arms every time you’re around,” you admitted, grabbing the buckle of his belt to undo it with a clank. The mere sound, the feel of the leather between your fingers, nearly had you salivating. “I’m stronger than a lot of men in Yokohama.” Your features contorted then, eyes vulnerable as you looked up at him through delicate lashes, no longer a vision of authority, but of someone who desperately wanted to be taken care of. “Not you, though.”

Dazai’s grip on you relaxed, and something in his eyes shifted, lips parting as an exhale left them. He said nothing as you removed the belt, and instead, let himself sink deeper into the cushion, bearing your weight.

Hastily, you pulled down the zipper of his slacks. The weight of his heavy cock in your hands was so familiar. You stroked him gently, watching for any reaction, and while his face remained steady, you could sense the change in his heartbeat.

“I don’t need you to be strong around me,” Dazai said. His voice had deepened, your name leaving his lips, raspy by the end of his sentence. “You can fall apart if you want to, my love.” His erection grew slowly in your palm, and he brought you closer, your bare, soaked cunt dragging against his thigh. “I’ll always be here to put you back together.”

You smiled, flushing as he hardened, his breath growing uneven. When you had him leaking within your palm, you shifted forward on your knees, grinning at his reddened cheeks. Dazai’s eyes drifted towards your chest, just inches from his face.  

Uncertain, you hesitated, even though you wanted him, needed him with every fiber of your being. It was an unfamiliar position. He could take control of the situation at any moment, but you weren’t usually the one looming over him.

“Osamu—”

“What?” he released with a sigh, and in one swift motion, lifted your hips so he was positioned at your entrance. “You walk around my nightclub in those dresses I buy you, force those pretty tits into other men’s faces, but now you’re too shy to fuck your husband?”

You made a face, knowing he was just trying to get a rise out of you, and if only to prove a point, you sunk down on him, your folds slick. Dazai slid into you easily, a sinful noise breaking the silence between you as he grinned. “I’ll f-fuck you,” you stuttered, swallowing under the heat of his watchful eyes. “It’s just…” Your words failed again as his cock went deeper in you, your focus entirely on your own pleasure.

“Just what?” He stopped you for a moment, planting you on his thighs, his cock still straining, filling you. Glaring, vibrating with need, you opened your eyes, lips parting as he whispered against your mouth “Finish your sentence, sweetheart.”  

“It’s not my fault, Osamu,” you said, on the edge of a whine, squirming within his hold. “I can’t help that they stare.”

He laughed, then, and it was just a brush against your swollen mouth, the one he kept coming back to. “They can stare all they want,” Dazai said, tilting your chin up. “As long as they know who you belong to.”

Finally, he let you go, his hands tracing the edges of your knees, and you started a slow, steady pace, gasping as you held onto his neck tightly. He bowed his head into your collarbone, and kissed you once, before leaning back lazily, watching you take and take and take.

“Doing so good, angel,” he said, watching you with such a passion that it was distracting, as he let his palms rest simply on your thighs. “You always look so pretty stuffed full of my cock, don’t you?”

“Feels so good,” you muttered.

“I know.” Dazai seemed too devilish with his dark hair fanned out against the red chair, grinning in a way that twisted up your insides, sweat beading down your forehead as you tried to reach your orgasm.

You were hot with his piercing gaze upon you, but he didn’t bother to move his hands, did nothing to even pretend like he was fazed. You sunk down faster, heart racing, as the muscles of your hips strained, burned. Already, you were growing tired, sleepy from a full evening, but still so desperate to come around him.

You leaned forward, trying to angle your body, gain some relief from the position. Though it did little, and instead you were left sighing in frustration, wishing that he would do anything, instead of just look at you with a lust blown smile.

With every moment, the pain began to grow, the ache in your legs far too much to give way to pleasure. You started back at Dazai, frustrated, eyes glossy with need.

Dazai laughed at you then; it wasn’t quite mocking, but it wasn’t kind either. “Don’t tell me you’re already tired.”

Frustrated and impatient as you dripped down your own thighs, you grabbed his throat, thrusting his head into the back of the chair.

Dazai, eyes wide with surprise, stopped smiling as you curled your hand around his neck, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“Are you just going to sit there, Osamu?” you said, your words high-pitched and desperate. “Or are you going to—”

The end of your sentence was cut off by him gripping the back of your hair, smashing your lips into his own. The hand on his neck fell away, drifting to the lapels of his bloodstained collar, as he brought you down hard on his cock, hitting a place deep inside you that you hadn’t been able to reach with your own strength.

Dazai’s fingertips left bruises on your skin as he devoured the inside of your mouth, bringing you down over and over, stretching your walls with each movement.

“So pretty and desperate for me,” Dazai laughed, but he was breathless, his own tenacity crumbling from adoration. “Can’t do anything by yourself, can you, baby?” His kisses were sloppy as he dragged them across your neck, tongue grazing the sharp vein under your ear.

“No, but you said—” you were losing your breath and your words. “You said you’d take care of me. I don’t want to cum all on my own, ‘samu.”

Dazai groaned, his gaze drifting down to the space between your bodies, where you were sucking him back in, your own body aligned with your heart, never wanting to let him go.

“Fuck,” he said, slamming you back down on his thighs, his eyes hazy with love. “Of course I’ll take care of you.” One hand guided your hips as the other curled around your jaw, setting the pace with half his strength. “You’re my whole world.” His words stuttered, aching cock twitching inside you. “I’m nothing without you, understand?”

You nodded, but you weren’t quite thinking straight, the words a jumbled mess when they entered your mind. “I love you,” you said, gasping the end of his name. “I love you, Osamu, need more.”

Dazai breathed, just as heavily, softening as he regarded you. He’d always loved the look on your face as you came apart. “You take it so well,” he said eyelids fluttering over hazy eyes, and he kissed your forehead. You dragged your hands all over his chest, just wanting to touch any part of him. “Wish you could see yourself. You’re so beautiful.”

You groaned, pulling him closer, until there was nowhere left to go, surrounded completely by Dazai; the smell of him, the taste of him. “Say it back,” you muttered, “say you love me too.”

He choked on a laugh, and the lewd sounds of your wet arousal were loud as he came in and out of you. “I love you, angel, you know how much I love you.” Dazai kissed you, then, and your heart sped at how hoarse his voice had become, how easily it was for you to make the most powerful man in Yokohama fall apart at the seams. “You’ve got a pretty ring to prove it, don’t you? I don’t want anyone but you. I never will.”

“Come inside me.” Your eyes squeezed shut as his cock reached impossibly deep within you, stretching you, your legs shaking as you tried to ignore the dull ache within your tense muscles. Tears sprang to your eyes, coating your lashes; it was almost devastating how much you loved him. “Please. Feel so full, ‘samu.”

“Yeah?” He reached between you to play with your clit, and you were so close, crying out a broken moan as he touched you. “Need to remind everyone that you’re my girl, hm?” He knew just how you liked to be touched, how easy it was to get you to come when he fucked you like you needed. “Want me to put a baby in you next, sweetheart? Shit.” He curled his fingers, bruising your mouth as he stole the oxygen from your chest. “Everyone would know then, wouldn’t they? How could they doubt you’re mine when you’re carrying my child.”

You cried out, then, breaking, spasming around his cock as you fell onto his chest. Dazai said your name, kissed the top of your head, but you were too full of love for him. You breathed heavily as he brought you down once more, twitching against him from the ache in your sensitive cunt.

A moment later, Dazai jerked, then came inside you, spilling his warm cum against your folds, the white ropes dripping down your thighs, staining his dark, wrinkled slacks. Slowly, he pulled out of you, letting you rest on his chest as you breathed, your legs sore. A gentle touch ran up and down your spine as Dazai wrapped his arms tight around you, his cheek resting against the top of your head.

“God, you’re perfect,” Dazai said, and his voice sounded almost broken, devastatingly emotional. “You can’t ever leave me, okay, angel? I need you right here by my side.” Lips grazed your temple, so sweetly, gently. “What’s the point of all this if I can’t share it with you?”

You smiled, resting your head in the crook of his neck, eyes full of tears as you kissed him. “I’m not going anywhere, Osamu. I promise.”

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A debt, recurrent.

A sequel to A debt, repaid.

BSD Ogai Mori x fem!reader

NSFW 18+ MDNI

Authors Note: I had previously skirted around the idea of writing something that directly involved Elise, just because her existence is like— one of the major icky points of this character, but I had a request to do like a nanny!reader x mori, and I was like “how can I do this in cannon universe while making it make sense while also making sure it isn’t gross.” And this is what popped out. In this story, it is implied in this that Mori does not actively use Elise in any sexual activities, even though I have no idea if that’s been confirmed or denied in the manga/show. I just prefer the thought that he hasn’t. Makes me sleep better at night. That being said, I still don’t condone any actions associated with this character/the entire Lolita-loving trope, but being able to interact with things that have caused me trauma in the past in a Safe space makes me very horny happy. and I am so uncomfortably horny for this old man.

Word count: 5k

Synopsis: Mori needs to go to a meeting, and needs someone trustworthy to watch Elise. She chose you, much to your displeasure, and you spend the evening catering to her every whim. Mori returns home to find you in a vulnerable state, and who is he to refuse such a gift?

PLEASE READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING! DARK CONTENT WARNING! READ RESPONSIBLY!

CW: technically non-con somnophilia.(sexual actions while one party is asleep) Reader is into it, even though she tries to deny the fact that she is at first. Mori has very dark and possessive thoughts towards reader, reader doesn’t wake up until Mori is actively (p in v) fucking her. Touching, oral (fem receiving) fingering, very little vaginal prep, creampie, dirty talk. Mild aftercare, though it’s implied that he’s not actually done. ELISE IS NOT INVOLVED IN ANY NSFW CONTEXT, AND IS ACTIVELY TAKEN AWAY AND TUCKED INTO HER OWN BED BEFORE MORI DOES ANYTHING TO READER

You flinched at the sound of the door to the lounge swinging open, and very light footsteps accompanied by heavier, slower ones. 

You were just trying to have lunch with your coworkers, and you certainly weren’t expecting to interact with the boss today, or his… ability.

”hmm…” the little girl seemed to tap her foot in thought, and you kept your head down, though if you looked up and to the side, you could see her shoes in the corner of your vision. You could see his shoes too, standing directly behind her. 

“I want to play with… that one!” She said with a demanding tone that really grated your nerves. It’s not that you disliked children, you just despised spoiled brats, and Elise was notorious for being just so, which was exactly what Mori wanted from her, the sick bastard.

”Are you sure, my dear? That one has a bit of an attitude, I don’t know if she’d make the best playmate for you tonight.” 

Your heart sank into your stomach. There were only two women in the lounge today, yourself and another young recruit who was well known for keeping her nose down and following orders without question. 

Is it too late to throw yourself out a window? You're only on the fourth floor, it should be fine, right? 

“I said I want that one!” The girl, if you can even call her that, stomped her foot with furious impatience. “Did you not tell me I could have whatever I wanted today, Rintaro?” 

The boss of the port mafia sighed, the smile reading through his voice— you could hear it in his tone, though you refused to look up, still staring blankly at your sandwich as if you could disappear into it if you tried hard enough. 

“Yes, that I did, my darling.”

Mori called your name, making everyone in the lounge snap their gaze to you. 

If you weren’t so pissed off, you might’ve felt your cheeks heating up. 

You stood, setting your sandwich to the side as you made your way to stand in front of your boss, back straight and eyes forward. 

“Yes, boss.” 

“Come with me, I have an assignment for you today.” 

The entire walk to his office was silent, save for Elise whining about not wanting to see another tailor for another year. The girl seemed adamant about having enough dresses to last the rest of Mori’s life, and even threatened to cut that life short if he pushed her any further. 

Could she even do that? Could an ability kill its user? You almost hoped she would actually try it. 

When inside Mori’s office, he sat, gesturing for you to take the seat in front of his desk—which was strange, as most of the time his underlings would just stand to receive their orders. 

Elise just wandered off, sitting in the corner with her pencils and paper. 

“I’m going to be out for the rest of the day, well into the evening, and I need you to entertain Elise for me while I’m gone.” 

You knew this was coming, but it still felt like a lead brick was sitting in your stomach. 

“Why can’t you take her with you?” You hissed. 

“I’m going to neutral ground for a very important meeting, where the usage of abilities will be prohibited.” Mori rested his head on his folded hands, his dark eyes flickering between yours, face unreadable. 

“Then why can’t you just send her away?” You said, eyes flitting to the side as you kept your voice low, not wanting her to throw a fit because you were talking shit. “Just… release the ability, or whatever?” 

Mori smiled, his head tilting to the side. He reminded you of a venomous snake. Beautiful to look at, dangerous to let close. 

“It takes a lot of energy to reform her once she’s gone, you know. I have to be at peak condition in case of emergencies. Why else do you think I keep her around, give her a room on my floor of the building, and take her with me wherever I go?” 

Because you’re a fucking pervert. 

“Because you’re sick in the head, Rintaro!” Elise voiced your thoughts aloud, chucking a crayon across the room that smacked your boss directly in the side of his head with an audible thwack. 

Huh. Maybe the kid wasn’t so bad after all. 

He merely smiled, as if he was as happy as he could possibly be. 

“So you see, I need someone to watch over her, someone trustworthy, and entertaining.” He said, looking at you from beneath his long lashes. “And she just so happened to choose you.” 

“You think I know how to keep a kid occupied? I’m probably the least entertaining person on the fucking planet.” You hissed, white knuckling the arms of the chair. 

“I don't know,” he said, voice low and teasing. “I find you very entertaining.”

You certainly felt your face warm that time, and you couldn’t necessarily blame it on anger. You were pissed, sure, but it couldn’t be that hard, could it? 

“Fine.” You said, crossing your arms across your chest. “But you owe me.” 

He raises a sleek brow at you, as if surprised by your words. 

“I owe you?” He said, voice light and airy. Deceptive, poised. Ready to strike. “What makes you say that? Am I not your employer? Do you not take your orders from me, from those above you in rank, little one?” 

“Babysitting isn’t in my fuckin’ job description, asshole.” You hissed, somehow not afraid of the consequences. “So you owe me one.” 

What, do you think he’ll give you special treatment because you let him fuck you? 

Surprisingly, that almost seemed to be the case, as he merely relaxed back into his chair and smiled, his tired eyes roaming your body without a care in the world, as if you weren’t paying attention. 

“Very well. If I’m satisfied with Elises care, I’ll owe you one.” He said. 

Suddenly, his eyes turned very dark, his smile a tad more menacing. A snake in the grass, showing its colors. 

“However, if she is displeased with your performance, I’ll have to implement some kind of corrective action, yes?” 

You glanced off to the side, looking at where Elise was sat, scribbling on the paper in front of her like it wronged her somehow. 

“Deal.” You said. 

How hard can it be?

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Mori must've said something to the staff on his level, because once he left, Elise dragged you to a floor of the base that you’d only ever been to once before, and all the guards simply ignored your presence entirely. 

They opened doors for you and the girl, closing them behind you, but otherwise there was no acknowledgment that you might’ve been somewhere you weren’t supposed to be. Completely unlike the last time you snuck in here, having to wait until the guards were switching shifts to sneak in unnoticed. 

Elise was bratty, demanding, borderline unbearable. But you squared your shoulders and muscled through, just like you would any other job. 

After dragging you around aimlessly for what felt like hours— she wanted a tea party, but you had to follow the dress code to enter, as per her rules. Which means you had to drag her all the way down to your apartment so you could bring that stupid fucking dress you’d bought upstairs, changing into it in one of the many bathrooms lining the halls. 

Elise seemed satisfied though, and spent time putting little clips and bows in your hair, lining your wrists with bracelets and your neck with a couple little necklaces. 

She requested sweets, and real tea, though you weren’t entirely sure if you brewed it properly, but she didn’t complain, only sipped it from her pink tea set and poured her gigantic teddy bear another cup. 

“Do you really have to keep up the act even when he’s gone?” You asked, though you kept your voice small, as not to offend her. 

“I am what he desires me to be.” She simply said, eyes closed, prim and proper as she sipped her tea, like a little girl pretending to be a princess. 

“Were you always like this?” You asked, cringing a little. 

“No.” She said, huffing. “People change, but Rintaro’s always had a few screws loose, so it only makes sense.” Hearing her speak such words in such a tiny little voice almost made you giggle. 

”I suppose he’s lucky he has you, or he’d probably be in prison.” You rolled your eyes, then realized what you said, finally laughing a bit. “You know, for things besides being the boss of the port mafia.”

To your surprise, she let out a snort, sitting down her teacup as she giggled a bit. 

“I’d like to see him locked up.” She said, “He wouldn’t last a day in there without me!” 

That made you snort too, picturing your boss without all the luxuries of his rank was certainly amusing. 

Your sick curiosity got the better of you, and you weren’t sure if she would answer, but you really wanted a reason to hate Mori, to get over the strange, twisted feelings that had been brewing in the pit of your stomach, so you tried to ask anyway. 

“Has he ever…” 

Her eyes thinned, and it didn’t look entirely like anger, but she certainly wasn’t giggling anymore. 

“If your ability conjured the perfect knife to cut up strawberries for cake, would you turn around and try to use it to brush your hair?” She asked.

Your brow furrowed, trying to wrap your head around what she was saying. 

She rolled her eyes, scoffing at your confusion. “I am a weapon. Whatever form I take is irrelevant to my use. You would want your knife to suit your own personal ideals, would you not?” 

She didn’t outright answer the question, but you think you get the point. Considering your strange and mixed feelings towards your boss, it's probably best if the answer to that question remains an inferred ‘no.’ 

Such complex thoughts coming from such a tiny looking girl kind of made you laugh again though. 

“Enough talking!” She suddenly stood up, stomping her foot. “I want to watch a movie!” 

It turns out, she didn't want to watch a movie in her own room, or the living room, but instead demanded that you watch the movie with her in Mori’s room, which apparently had the “big big TV.” 

The sun was setting, and you were exhausted from following her every whim all afternoon and evening, so instead of getting flustered and trying to convince her the living room was a better idea, you just gave up, stripping off that stupid dress and chunky jewelry and crawling into the bed with her in your shorts and undershirt. 

You felt embarrassed crawling into his bed after what you’d done here weeks ago, but the sheets were different, and the blankets smelled fresh, so you could delude yourself into thinking it was an entirely different bed. 

She picked Spirited Away, saying she liked the ‘no face guy’, and how hungry he was. She giggled and said that the parents deserved to get turned into gross pigs for being so stupid in the first place, and that might’ve disturbed you if you weren’t so tired. 

The last thing you remember is the feeling of Elises head falling on your shoulder, and wondering what you did to get on her good side. She’s a nightmare. She actively terrorizes the other members of the Port mafia just for her own amusement, and she’s just falling asleep on your shoulder? Do abilities even need sleep? But sure enough, her breathing was even, and her eyes were closed. 

You smiled, realizing you can’t have done too shitty of a job if she was so relaxed. 

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When Mori peeks his head into Elise’s room and doesn’t see her sleeping form in her frilly pink bed, he worries a little. 

Not much, maybe mostly for you, in fear that she’d have you strung upside down and dangling from the roof somewhere in some midnight game to amuse her, but he’d told her to behave, so he hoped all was well. 

Mori thought that perhaps he should get out of this ridiculous suit and change before he goes looking for Elise, that meeting had been far too stifling, so he at least needs to hang up his jackets and get more comfortable before he can go on any longer. 

When he steps into his room, the first thing he notices is that his TV is on, its large screen illuminated with the ending credits of some cartoon, and then he looks into his bed, and his heart stops. 

Elise is cuddled up right next to you, snuggled in with your arm wrapping comfortably around her little waist as you both sleep peacefully beneath his luxurious blankets. 

The soft part of him wants to coo and take pictures to torment Elise with later. Another darker, more urgent part of him is eyeing you, your tiny, tiny shirt riding up your waist, your hair sprawled out on his pillows, a few stray bow clips still caught within, your arm around such a treasured piece of him— like you valued it just as much as he did. 

He eyes that frilly little number you wore for him those few weeks prior, just sprawled out, lying on his floor; and surmises that Elise must have demanded some kind of dress up game, the little tease. She probably did it just to annoy you, not thinking you’d actually have something to suit her criteria. 

He rounds to the side of the bed that Elise is on, carefully and slowly prying her from your hold. He very gently takes her down the halls to her own room, tucking her into bed. Any other night, he might have stayed, maybe woken her up to talk with her about her day, tease her a little about how good she must’ve been today, but he had far more pressing things to focus on, like the little one he’d left still sleeping away in his bed. 

After all, if you’d done a good enough job that Elise fell asleep comfortably in your arms, then he owed you one, didn’t he? 

Keeping his steps light, he made his way back to his bedroom, standing at the side of the bed to observe you once more. 

Your brow was soft, face passive and serene, so unlike your waking moments where all you seemed to do was stare ahead with that tortured look on your face— like you hated everything and everyone around you. 

How he craved to see you lost in yourself again, falling apart at his touch and untroubled by the burdens of your life. Having that kind of power over you sends his mind reeling, and ever since that last evening in this very room— his fingertips twitched at the mere mention of your name. 

The crushing desire to claim, to take and mold you into a perfect little doll, just for him— it was overwhelming.

But he resisted.

After all, it was that fiery spark that drew him to you in the first place. If he were to break you of it completely, that would ruin the entire appeal. 

Perhaps just in these private moments then, he’ll train you to let go slowly, but give you enough leash that you may still keep that delicious fight in you.

He saw the way your eyes trailed over him whenever he was in your presence, no doubt remembering the way he pulled you apart and pieced you back together over and over again that night. He knew you hadn’t been going to any of your little friends anymore, your evenings spent alone in your apartment, or so his people tell him. You still wanted him, that much was evident. 

So surely you wouldn’t mind if he helped himself? You seemed to be begging for it, placing yourself so sweetly on this silver platter of silk sheets, sweet and ripe for his taking. 

He removed his jackets and scarf, setting them on the desk chair before unbuttoning his dress shirt and crawling slowly into the bed behind you. 

You stirred slightly, making him pause, but you simply rolled onto your back, hand twitching against his pillow. 

“Heavy sleeper?” He whispered, a grin spreading like a wildfire in a dry field. “Or did my little darling just tire you out?” 

He lay on his side, still observing you like a hawk, watching for any change of breath or movements that may indicate your return to consciousness. 

He allowed himself to indulge a bit, dragging a fingertip up the soft skin of your stomach, raising your little shirt even further until it was tucked underneath your perfect breasts. He swirled the pad of his index finger along the center of your torso, watching the goosebumps raise as he circled around your navel softly. 

He dipped lower, toying with the hemline of those itty bitty shorts you were wearing, the spandex clinging to your form deliciously. 

He pushed the blankets down just a bit further, below your knees, not wanting the change in temperature to startle you awake if he removed it completely. 

He watched your eyebrows twitch ever so slightly as he ran his fingertips along your covered core, just a tease of a touch, simply for his own amusement. 

Then he pressed a bit harder, enjoying the little groan you let out. 

“Even in your sleep, you’re still so responsive.” He whispered, licking his lips. 

He brought his hand up to toy with the hemline of those shorts again, watching your stomach dip at the touch of his fingers slipping beneath. 

“I wonder if you’ll let me slip these off, hmm?” 

He slowly rose to kneel beside you, hooking his fingers into the sides of the spandex, shimmying them down slightly to gauge your reaction. 

You were as still as stone, breaths even and eyes closed, save the occasional twitch of your fingers. 

“So good for me,” he mused. 

He continued sliding them down your thighs, exposing you fully as he realized— much to his satisfaction— that you wore no panties underneath. 

He grinned at the slight glisten to your folds, stopping the pull of your shorts right above your knees to admire the sight for a moment. 

Still, you slept, completely unaware and unbothered. He slipped your legs free from the blankets, fairly certain that he could be a little less cautious than before, and pulled your shorts off completely. 

He sat your legs back down, a little more spread than before, and kneeled between them to admire you closer. He ran his hands up your delicious thighs, loving the way your skin prickled as he went. 

He saw the way your nipples perked beneath your shirt, smirking to himself as he pushed the little scrap of fabric further up your chest, exposing your breasts to him completely. 

“A little cold, are we darling?” He whispered, running a finger along one pert nipple. 

As much as he desired to toy with your breasts a bit further, he did not know how long this glorious window of uninterrupted play would last, and wanted to enjoy himself to the fullest while he was able. 

Pushing your thighs to spread completely for him, he laid down on his stomach to watch up close as he spread your folds, using his thumbs to pull you apart and gaze at the glistening treasure you kept so guarded from him. 

He gingerly lapped a firm strike from bottom to top, eyes watching your face for any changes as he savored your taste. 

“You taste just as delectable as I remember, little one.” He whispered against your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue and enjoying the sleepy little whines that poured from your throat, still lost in the throes of slumber. 

He indulged himself further, licking and suckling along your core and pressing his tongue shallowly into your little hole until you were absolutely dripping for him, his cock twitching at the way you whined softly in your sleep. 

He removed his gloves and tossed them aside, gingerly easing an index finger into your waiting hole, your juices easing the slide. 

In your sleep, you were so soft, so pliant. Your walls gave a little clench at the intrusion, but he was very amused at how unrestrained you were. He added a second finger, marveling at how easily they slid in, your walls so accommodating, so plush. 

“You know, darling,” he whispered, pulling back to kneel up and work his belt open, uncaring of the wetness along his fingers. “Like this, I don’t even think I need to work you open for me.” 

Unbuttoning his pants, he finally pulled his aching cock free of its confines, having been neglected from the very beginning in favor of the mental satisfaction of such activities. 

“I think you could take me just like this,” he said, stroking himself as he watched your chest rise and fall, unfettered, head resting beautifully on his pillows. 

He pulled a spare pillow from the opposite side of the bed, gently pulling up your lower half to place it under your ass, hoisting you up to a proper height. 

You squirmed, mumbled a bit as your eyes rolled beneath their lids, your hands twitching and thighs shifting. 

He paused for a moment, almost worried you’d wake before he got to the best part, but it really didn’t matter when you woke up, you’d be taking his cock so sweetly for him either way.

After you settled back down, he thumbed over your clit once more, enjoying the way your sex clenched and glistened for him. Stroking himself a moment longer, he finally gave in and leaned forward, rubbing the head of his cock along your folds, reveling in the way your wetness coated him. 

With one hand supporting himself in the bed beside your waist, and the other guiding his cock, he finally, finally pushed against your entrance, groaning at the warmth parting so deliciously for him, wrapping him in your hot and pliant embrace. 

He was right, your walls graciously sucked him in, still snug, but the lack of preparation didn’t seem to matter. As he pushed further into your welcoming softness, he shifted, placing his hands beside your head to lean down and press open mouth kisses along your neck, sucking marks in plain sight, where everyone could see. 

He wanted to own you. He technically did— given his rank compared to yours, but he wanted more. He wanted to consume you entirely. 

He didn’t care anymore, in fact, he wanted you to wake now, to wake to the feeling of him inside you, fucking into you like you were his to do with as he pleased. 

With a rough snap of his hips and a nibble beneath your ear, he finally pushed in fully, his hips slapping against yours. 

You gasped, eyes finally popping open as your head rose from the pillow, a rough moan ripping from your throat as he started a rough and steady pace. 

“There she is,” he groaned in your ear. “How nice of you to finally join us.” 

Your walls clenched tight around him, your eyes wide as you pressed against his shoulders in a half hearted attempt to push him away. 

“B-boss?!” You stuttered, your brow furrowing in confusion, in worry. “What are you— Mori!” 

You moaned as he grabbed your thighs, pressing them into your chest as he threw your calves over his shoulders. The motion left your little white socked feet dangling uselessly behind his head as he brutally angled each thrust against your g-spot. 

Your hands moved to grip at the loose shirt hanging by his collarbones, fingernails digging in but not hitting his pale skin. He almost wanted to shift positions to remove his shirt, maybe let you rake those blunt nails down his back so he too could wear marks of this moment. 

But the way your eyes rolled back and you pushed your head to the side was too good, it was like you were trying to hide from him, hide how much you loved this. 

“Where are you trying to run, little darling?” He breathed, a wicked smile ghosting along your cheek as you flinched, biting back moans that made your lips bruise. 

“I… why are you—“ you couldn’t form proper words, let alone a sentence, and he shuddered at how far gone you already were, your mind still blurry from your slumber, body reacting to him so beautifully. 

“You were so pretty in my bed, laid out for me like a little treat.” He bit at the sensitive flesh of your throat, groaning when you squeezed around him. “I simply am just taking a bite of what’s mine.” 

You cried out at that, squirming under him as he felt your walls twitch and tremble, your slick forming a ring around the base of his cock, the filthy, slick sounds making his head spin. 

“That’s what you are, isn’t it?” He said, bringing a hand to your face to force you to look up at him, your big doe eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. “That's what you desire to be? Mine?” 

You bit your lip, and he could feel you tense, trying to stave off your orgasm, as if he would ever not succeed in making you cum. 

“Say it,” he hissed, thumbing your bottom lip from between your teeth. “Tell me what you are, hmm?” 

His hips continued to slam into you, and he could feel himself nearing his own limit, but he knew you were right there— right at the precipice. 

You were so stubborn, and oh how he loved that about you. How he throbbed when you shook your head, refusing to speak even though you clung so tightly to him, even though he could feel your walls pulsing with the need to release. 

“Tell me.” He nearly growled, his pace never faltering despite the burn of his own orgasm being held back. “Who do you belong to?” 

You looked like you were going to deny him once more, but he saw that sparkle of need in your eyes, so he wrapped his hand around your throat, applying delicious pressure at the sides, restricting the blood flow to your pretty little head. 

He was reminded of how small you were like this. How easy it would be to snap your little neck if you were an adversary. Instead he was delighted when your eyes rolled back once more as he growled down at you. 

“Who do you belong to?” 

He released his hold, and you gasped as your walls fluttered, your release crashing into you like a train, moaning and babbling up at him in your pleasure. 

“Mori! I’m yours! I’m yours— I wanna be yours, I wanna belong to you—!” 

He groaned, letting himself go as you continued your babbling, feeling his cock twitch against your still fluttering walls, the pressure of you squeezing him so tightly was almost unbearable. 

“That’s it,” he moaned. “Mine, all mine.” 

He felt himself tip over the edge and leaned down to bite at your throat again. 

“Now take what I give you, take it all.” 

You cried out as he spilled into you, his hips finally stuttering with each pulse of his hot cum into your cunt. You gripped him tightly, keening as he panted in your ear. 

When he was finally done, you fell back, arms spread wide as you stared lazily up at the ceiling. 

“Did you enjoy your evening?” He grinned, pulling his softening cock from your leaking core, enjoying the way a little dollop of his cum oozed at your entrance. 

“You’re a fucking asshole.” You groaned, throwing an arm over your face. 

He tucked himself back into his pants as he chuckled. 

“After all that you still have the energy to be so acrimonious?” He teased, getting up to retrieve a cloth from the en suite. 

“You’d be pissed off too if someone woke you up by shoving their cock in you!” You shouted from your place on the bed, clearly spoiled rotten from the last time he fucked you, knowing full well that he intends to clean you up before letting you sleep. 

He rolled his eyes to the side as he made his way back to you, waving his hand dismissively to tease you. “I wouldn’t be pissed, per se. Perhaps a bit startled, maybe murderous, maybe indulgent. Depends on how nice the cock is.” 

He grinned as he watched you get flustered, tugging your shirt down and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Salacious, depraved, idiot old man.” You grumbled, and he laughed. 

“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy yourself, little one?” he leaned down to wipe the sweat and juices between your thighs, and watched with keen eyes as you relaxed, letting his cum pool out of you and onto the waiting cloth. 

His spent cock twitched in interest, and he flashed his eyes back to your face, gauging your reactions. 

You were red, still indignantly looking at the ceiling as he cleaned you up. 

“I’m not saying that, don’t put words in my mouth.” You said, pouting like a spoiled rotten child.

Oh, how he enjoyed you. He was going to soak in every second of your time. He wouldn’t let you run away again and pretend like this wasn’t happening, like you didn’t want him. No, you were stuck this time. 

His cock swelled again, watching you grumble and pout. 

“You’re right, darling.” He said, pulling away to undo his pants once more, reveling in the way you chewed on your swollen lips, your thighs clenching together. “I have better things I can put in your mouth.” 

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[lvrgirlrey]

𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐵𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓉𝓈 ⋆⁺₊❅.

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: your friends-with-benefits, chuuya nakahara, is jealous after he overheard you talking about a recent hookup you had with a man that wasn’t him. he decides to teach you who’s better.

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: MDNI ~1.7k, afab gn!reader x hard dom!chuuya, unprotected intimacy (remember guys, wrap it before you tap it!), p in v, oral (m receiving), spanking, hair pulling, fingering, belt as handcuffs, basically the usual nsfw stuff.

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hi guys!!! yes it has been a whole week since i posted and i am so so so sorry :,c i’m starting community college now and i’ve been busy getting my classes in order but now im confident that i have some time to post now :D maybe ill try for 2-3 a week but i procrastinate a lot so idk but we’ll see! hope you guys enjoy this bc i don’t think it’s the best xp

it had been a while since you started working for the port mafia. you have finally started getting comfortable with everyone, a little too comfortable with a certain someone.

you had begun hooking up with chuuya nakahara, the handsome executive who took a liking to you since you first joined, for a few months now and everything seemed to be going smoothly, until yesterday afternoon.

the topic of hookups had come up in conversation with the other port mafia members. you told them about a recent hookup with a guy you met at a bar- this caught chuuya’s attention. you felt his gaze from across the room, staring you down like a lion stalking its prey as you continued to go on about the guy from the bar.

the other members could feel the tension rising as you went on, yet you were completely unaware of chuuya’s fueling anger bubbling up inside him.

later that day, you had been called to chuuya’s office for reasons unknown. you couldn’t think of a reason he’d be calling you to meet with him; he knows better than to attempt to sleep with you while at work.

head reeling with thoughts of the worst possible outcomes, you hurriedly made your way to his office.

opening the door, you could smell the faint aroma of wine. knowing him, he was probably already drunk from only a glass. “drinking already? and without me? how cruel of you, chuu.” you knew how much he hated getting called that.

he only responded with a heavy sigh, glancing at you without a word. “you okay? you left like an hour ago and i hadn’t seen or heard of you until now.” you were worried, he never like this unless something really pissed him off. walking behind his chair, you attempted to wrap your arms around his neck but he stood up and pushed you away.

“you seriously don’t know what you did?” he huffed, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. what had you done? you couldn’t recall a single thing this week, let alone today, that you had done to upset him like this.

“what are you talking about? i don’t think i’ve done anything.” you sighed, sitting in his seat to feel his warmth. “you don’t remember? you were talking about fucking another guy while i was right there!” he startled you, you’ve never heard his voice like this, bitter and filled with jealousy.

“why do you care about that anyway? it was a one-night stand and i barely remember the guy’s name. besides, you and i aren’t dating. the only ‘coupley’ thing we do is hook up.” you were getting irritated, why does he care if you hook up with other guys or not?

“because clearly you don’t care about me enough to not go ‘round fucking any other assholes besides me!” this had you reeling in anger. he was basically accusing you of being a slut who opens her legs to anything with a dick. “excuse me? if you had a problem with me sleeping with other guys, you should’ve told me and i would’ve stopped! plus, you were the one who said you just wanted to be fuck-buddies

“well i regret saying that because you’re right, i do have a problem with you sleeping with other guys.” he turned so you wouldn’t see his face, pink from embarrassment. you couldn’t help but laugh. the chuuya nakahara, one of the most feared men in yokohama, is standing in front of you, embarrassed because he let his true feelings out.

“what’s so funny?” his voice had cracked, only causing you to laugh even harder at the sight of him. “why are you so mad? we could become exclusive if you really wanted to.” wiping the tears from your eyes, your stood up from his chair and made your way over to him. you embraced him in a gentle hug. “i can be all yours if you wanted me to.” you whispered into his ear, feeling him tremble beneath your hot breath.

“maybe there’s a way you could make this up to me.” he smirked while placing gentle kisses on your neck. before you could respond, he pulled your head back into an aggressive kiss, feeling the anger pour out of him from it. you tasted the sweet flavor of wine on his soft lips.

“chuu- chuuya? not here, i don’t want to get caught and get in trouble with mori.” you panted as he released you from the kiss. “i don’t believe he would care. the other members have done worse so this would be the least of his worries.” he looked at you with the lust of a thousand animals, there was no way you would convince him to leave and go to his apartment.

suddenly, his lips were on yours again. he pushed you up against the nearest wall, trying to get as close as possible. he wasted no time pulling down your skirt and was surprised to see you had already soaked through your cotton panties.

“so wet for me already, doll?” he teased, sticking a hand down your fluid soaked underwear to feel the wetness for himself. a loud moan escaped your mouth before he used his hand to cover it completely, “you said you didn’t want to get caught, didn’t you? so stay quiet for me unless you want mori hearing you scream my name.” he fully removed your panties before continuing to play with your warmth. he drew circles around your clit, causing you to almost release a deep moan that would’ve been heard around the whole office.

just as quickly as he started, he stopped abruptly, causing you to try and cling to him for more pleasure. he slowly went up and down your folds, making it feel like torture. instantly, he stuck a finger inside you, curling it in such a way that it perfectly hit the right spot. you try not to scream at the sudden pleasure but you couldn’t help but allow some soft moans to escape your mouth.

he commanded you to get on your knees and you do so. as you helped him take off his pants, he uses his belt as makeshift handcuffs. “chuuya, what are you doing?” you were shocked at his aggressiveness. “making sure you don’t leave. i gotta make sure you’re satisfied enough after this so you won’t go and fuck other guys.” he smirked as you looked up at him, annoyance visibly on your face.

you could feel his hard length from underneath his boxers, his impressive size still shocks you even after seeing it dozens of times. you curled your fingers around his waistband, his rock hard cock hitting your cheek.

chuuya laughed at the sight. he could finish just by looking at you like this. his cock leaked of pre cum. a deep, guttural moan left his mouth after you traced your tongue up from the base to the tip. “f-fuck baby. don’t tease me, just hurry up and take it.” those were the last words you heard before he forced your mouth over his dick and down to the base, your nose touching his abdomen.

choking and moaning from the sudden lack of air, you wrapped your lips around his length while he forced your head up and down. “damn, you feel s-so good.” he whispered softly as tears began to well up in your eyes.

you couldn’t help but choke on his size. he was already close, you could tell. but before he could finish, he pulled your mouth off of himself and pulled you up by your arm. he dragged you over to his desk and bent you over it, slapping your ass in the process.

he nearly ripped off your panties with how aggressive he was being, like an absolute wild animal. you could feel him moving himself up and down your slit, tearing you before positioning himself against your hole.

“you ready? i’m not gonna hold back.” even if you couldn’t see him, you knew he had a cheeky smirk on his face as he said that. “that’s hard to believe. i don’t think you have it in you to not hold back on me.” his smirk was replaced with annoyance. as punishment, he pushed into with great force. the sudden pain and pleasure made you scream as chuuya gripped you hips with both hands and forced them down on his cock.

he forcefully continued to push his length into your hole. he was hitting your sweet spot every time, causing you to quickly inch towards an orgasm. he let go of your hips with one hand and violently pulled at a fistful of your hair.

you arched your back to his chest as he leaned over you, marking your neck and shoulders with sloppy hickeys. you were reaching your climax. “chuu- mmh! chuuya i’m c-close!” the pleasure was too much, you were going to cum all over chuuya’s cock.

“that’s right, baby. cum a-all over me.” he whispered into your ear, letting go of your hair to circle around your clit. you couldn’t take it anymore.

“cumming! i’m cumming!” the tight know in your stomach broke and before you knew it, your fluids came out and covered chuuya’s dick. you rode out your high as his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier as his climax came. you could feel his hot load coating your walls in white.

he slowly pulled out of you, his cock covered in his cum and your fluids. “told you i wouldn’t hold back.” he continued to tease as he removed his belt from your wrists. you tried to stand to get your skirt back but your legs were numb and you collapsed.

“relax doll, i’ll get it for you.” he placed you on his chair as he went over to grab your skit as you put on your soaked panties. “if you hadn’t been so rough i would’ve been able to walk.” you rolled your eyes at him.

“well i had to teach you a lesson for fucking another guy.” you scoffed at that while he helped you get dressed so no one at the office would suspect anything. “well i now know that no one is better than you, chuu.” you proclaimed, knowing he would get annoyed at his nickname. “don’t call me that, unless you want me to teach you another lesson.”

again, not my best work but hope you guys all thoroughly enjoyed it either way! love u guys lots ^3^

[chuulyssa]

★ TAGS ─ dazai x reader, pm!dazai, dom!dazai, sub!reader has an ability (what it is is up to you), oral (m receiving), spanking, degradation, bondage, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, begging, edging

thinking about getting recruited by the youngest and greatest executive in the history of the port mafia. how excited yet nervous you'd be as you entered osamu dazai's training room, eyes wandering over the peeled walls covered in blood and marks from the bullets of various guns. how he'd assure you that it was nothing with a light kiss on your hand.

how he'd smile before giving you the harshest training one could imagine. one that'd leave you weak to your knees, yet never covered in injuries. how he'd degrade you every time your breath felt heavy, and you were about to pass out. "oh, you're tired already? perhaps you need a little motivation?" he'd say before spanking you as if you were a toddler, and you'd cry out because it was so blissful, yet so wrong.

how he'd order you to shut up and suck him when you went wrong, throat gagging over his thick and hard dick. "dirty little slut, can't even handle training a little ability. in the port mafia you're either used or thrown away." tears would well in your eyes and you'd try to nod, his big cock shoved all the way into your mouth.

but then he'd tie you up with his bandages to the wall and make you use your ability to free yourself, fucking you with his slender fingers and making you beg to come, edging you relentlessly. he'd laugh harshly at how pathetic you looked, calling you a needy bitch. "be a good girl and get out of there, and i may think about letting you come."

you didn't have to know that his touch ceased your ability, did you? so you'd kick around in the air and concentrate on your ability all you could, but the feeling of his cock now inside you would be too much for you to handle, fogging your brain completely, and he'd spank your ass even harder.

it hurt, but you had agreed to this, hadn't you? he had warned you when he had met you for the first time that this was going to be dangerous, and the training would be merciless. you had wanted this from the start, and you couldn't back away now, could you?

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FULL VERSION COMING SOON (if i'm not lazy)

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter AU Crossover ideas. BEAST Edition

Part: [I] [II] [III] [IV] [V] [VI] [VII] [VIII]

🐅 BEAST! Atsushi Nakajima is lurking around Teyvat, hunting people, who have hurt you. White Reaper of Port Mafia will tear them to shreds.

He guards the house in his tiger form. He and OG! Atsushi will let you cuddle with their tiger forms to sleep.

🥋BEAST! Akutagawa Ryunosuke, together with Adam Frankenstein, are on rescue duty. He helps to safe people, who has helped you.

He will make hammock for you from his Rashomon.

🕴️BEAST! Gin Akutagawa is dealing with archiving documents from Teyvat. She is making notes, filling in holes in Information about Teyvat.

She is discussing news with you. She stays near, keeping you company.

📖 BEAST! Oda Sakunosuke is helping rescue people, who have helped you.

He is reading you bits of his book. Offered to write something only for you.

📝 BEAST! Dazai is helping OG! Dazai and Fyodor in planning revenge on Teyvat's people. His plans are more bloody and destructive.

He is staying close to you. He is silent, for the most part. Yet, he is ready to fight anyone, who have made you feel uncomfortable.

⛓️ BEAST! Chuuya Nakahara, together with OG! Chuuya and Paul Verlaine tearing through Teyvat's land with their abilities. BEAST! Chuuya is more ruthless. He will destroy towns, if it becomes necessary.

He is protecting you. He won't let anyone, who could put even the smallest frown on your face near you.

🧑‍⚕️BEAST! Mori Ougai is helping to look after saved people and after kids. He is silent around you, he doesn't want to scare you.

He is hugging you every time you feel scared. He will be there, let you cry on his shoulder.

👩‍⚕️BEAST! Elise is helping BEAST! Mori. She is making sure, that everyone will feel comfortable in new world.

She is taking care of you. She will bring you food and small presents. Everything, to make you feel better.

🌨️👿 BEAST! Kuyoka Izumi is hunting people, who have hurt you. Citizens, treasure horders, Fatui. Everyone will pay for their crimes.

She is bringing you goods from Teyvat. Paintings, tableware, silk... Anything, she can get her hands on.

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Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy @whisperingwinters

[lokabrenna-writes]

Soukoku headcannons because they have taken over my life

(Remember how I said I don’t write romance? Guess there’s a first time of everything •v•)

Port Mafia

Dazai fell first and harder

They have matching rings they got from the arcade and wore them all the time until they eventually broke. The rings were bound to break eventually considering how many battles they had been through, but they didn’t break during a battle. The duo were arguing about who knows what for the millionth time and the rings just snapped. They looked down at the pieces of plastic that had hit the floor in silence for a few minutes. (“If Chuuya wanted a divorce he could’ve just said so.” “Shut up and go win us new ones.”)

They both have specific items they steal from each other whenever they’re going to be separated for some time (separate missions, hospital stays, etc.). Chuuya will steal Dazai’s black hoodie that has what looks like lightning strike decals on the sides of the sleeves. Dazai will steal Chuuya’s white blanket that has what is supposed to be a slug and a mackerel messily stitched in one of the corners from when Chuuya was first learning how to embroider. They always make sure to return it without the other noticing when they get back from wherever they were so the item will smell like the other when it’s time for the duo to be separated again. Of course, both know the other takes said items, but neither say anything.

They paint each other’s nails every now and then. Black is they’re default color but they’ve also tried various nude/pink shades, blues, reds, and some glitters.

They’ve both attempted eyeliner (liquid and pencil) and failed. Both ended up with the liner all over their eyelids, but that didn’t stop either of them from laughing at the other.

They were each other’s first kiss. It was 2 in the morning and they were watching a movie. Since they can never agree on what to watch, they have a bowl with random numbers in it and whichever number is pulled is what they type in on the tv. Tonight some romance movie had been selected. Neither were particularly interested but they watched anyways (mainly to see whose movie plot prediction was right). Chuuya was growing sleepy towards the end. Sleep never came easy to Dazai so he let his mind wonder why the kiss scene at the end was always made out to be this grand moment. He turned to Chuuya who had laid his head to rest on his shoulder. He tucked his finger under Chuuya’s chin to tilt his head up and connected their lips. It was quick, not nearly as drawn out as the one playing on the screen. Yes, they both liked dramatics but it’s important to not over do it. They both hummed as they broke apart. It was pleasant, but it was not firework worthy as the movies had made it seem. Chuuya rested his head again, this time in the crook of Dazai’s neck rather than the edge of his shoulder before saying “Next time put some chapstick on. Get the strawberry one.”

Dazai finds children to be annoying, but he doesn’t exactly like or dislike them. Chuuya adores children and finds them to be endearing. To Dazai, there is very little in this world that can make him laugh as children falling. He's not necessarily laughing because the child may or may not be hurt, but more so at the face they make when they're processing what happened and then start crying. Chuuya yells at him despite this explanation.

The first and last time they said "I love you" was the night Dazai left. Before placing the bomb under Chuuya's car, Dazai had used his spare key to enter Chuuya's apartment to take his car keys. An extra precaution to ensure Chuuya wasn't caught in the explosion. He was supposed to be in and out, but he couldn't resist checking on Chuuya one last time. He peeked into the bedroom to find Chuuya already fast asleep. He walked over and watched him for a bit, knowing it would be a long time before he would be able to do so again in peace. He reached in his pocket and applied the strawberry chapstick to his lips before leaning down to connect their lips. Chuuya stirred at the contact and even though he cracked his eyes open, it was clear his mind was still very much asleep. Dazai pulled back after a few seconds and placed the chapstick along with his spare apartment key on Chuuya's bedside table. He briefly debated on leave a note before deciding he had already been in the apartment for too long. The last thing he wanted was to make it seem like Chuuya knew of his departure beforehand. "I love you," Dazai said in a quiet voice. It took more in him to actually get the words out then he cares to admit. "I love you so much. Forgive me for what I'm about to do, especially to your car, but this is for the best." These words came out more broken then he intended, but he hopes he got his point across. "I love you too," Chuuya mumbled out, eyes shut and snuggling deeper into his pillow. Dazai would come to cherish the moment the second he stepped out of the apartment. Chuuya does not remember it, but believed those three words to have been merely apart of his dream.

[pennyellee]

CHAPTER I - absquatulate

LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

chapter warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, yandere, kidnapping, mentions of God, graphic violence, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, angst, betrayal, mentions of death

word count: 2,11K

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

m.list CHAPTER II

absquatulate (v.) to leave without saying goodbye

October 1938

Her feet ached, the shoes she wore were mercilessly biting into her skin, and the clothes clung uncomfortably to her body. She couldn’t slow down though. Y/N was determined to push herself a little further to cross the borders of Luen’s territory in north side of Korea. She didn't exactly know what would happen next, nor did she care at this point. The vision of freedom kept her sane. Little did she know, fate had a different plan in store for her.

Tears of happiness streamed down her cheeks as she finally found herself beyond the imaginary border. She made it to South part of Korea — the port city Incheon, next, a ferry to Jeju Island. Y/N was moving down the coastline for days, and she feels more than happy to be nearing her final destination.

The moment of joy was short-lived as the sound of barking dogs and distant screams echoed behind her. Wiping her tears quickly, she looked around the area in a rush. A small old building caught her eye, serving as a warehouse of some sort. It was her only option. Casting one last glance behind her, she made a split-second decision and hurried towards the building.

Inside the building, the air was even colder than outside. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to warm up.

Suddenly, a loud thump reverberated through the air, freezing her in place. Instead of moving away from the source of the sound and seeking safety, an inexplicable force drew her closer. Y/N took small steps closer and closer to the voices that grew louder with each passing second. So far, she had guided her steps wisely. This next step, however, would prove to be a grave mistake. With just a slight twist of events, her fate would be forever altered by one hundred and eighty degrees. If only her curiosity and naivety haven’t gotten the best of her, her path could have been entirely different. Or would it?

One movement, one glance, one flutter of butterfly wings and her fate was sealed. Time stood still as she found herself gazing fearfully into his dark eyes. Y/N hadn't even noticed the red-tinged blood staining his white shirt or the loaded gun clutched tightly in his hand. She simply stared, paralysed by fear. It felt like an eternity to her, but it had only been seconds since she hadn't been careful before tripping over the empty wooden boxes revealing to everyone in the room that there was an uninvited guest.

She could hear the man standing nearby reloading his gun. Snapping out of her daze, she turned and fled, as if she had never stopped running. The cool night air lashed against her face as she sprinted with all her might, making her way towards the harbour. There were no more voices heard behind her. Y/N cautiously looked around, finding no trace of anyone following her, allowing herself to have a flicker of hope.

A shadowy figure appeared from behind a corner, blocking her path. It was one of the soldiers, armed and dangerous. Her heart raced as she searched for a way out. ‘This cannot be,’ she thought. The soldier was quick to close the distance between them, the command was loud and clear. “Bring back alive.”

The poor soul, who had only yearned for freedom, remained oblivious to the fact that her life was not in immediate danger. In the heat of the moment, she collected her courage and pushed the soldier forcefully against the wall with all her might. It took him a moment to collect himself as he had hit his head pretty hard. Y/N did not hesitate though. Her eyes spotted a rock earlier which was now in her possession — brought it up and smashed it against his head. Only after she realised what has just happened. She knew he might be dead and for this very sin, she will have to pay. But there was no time for regrets now. She took off running again.

Had she managed to escape? That remained to be seen. Hungry, thirsty, and chilled to the bone, she stepped onto the small ferry, placing one foot on its creaking board. Y/N paid for the journey with the golden hairpin that held her dark locks together. As the wind danced in her hair and frost began to paint her face, a kind-hearted passenger offered her a blanket, which she gratefully wrapped around herself while she watched the disappearing land, full of lights. In the distance, she thought she caught a glimpse of a figure dressed in black on the pier. Paying little attention to it, she unknowingly continued down a treacherous path.

Not far away, a man leaned against a car whose engine had only recently gone cold, asking.

“Shall we follow her sajangnim?”

“There is no need for that,” the man’s words hung in the air. As if he knew exactly that fate would lead her back to him.

She reached the other shore shortly before dawn. Though hazy memories guided her, she vaguely recalled the path she was meant to take. The last time she was on this island, she was barely fourteen years old. Yet, her feet seemed to instinctively remember the way.

She stood before the gate of a grand mansion, comparable in size to the one she had grown up in. Slowly, she opened it and slipped inside. There were no soldiers to be seen guarding the mansion.‘Strange,’ she thought to herself.

Slowly she walked to the door and grasped the large metal knocker in her hands, rapped it three times. The door swung open, revealing a middle-aged woman holding a small boy in her arms.

“Y/N?” the short-haired lady addressed her.

“I know I shouldn't be here, Daiyu, but I have nowhere to go right now,” she said with tears in her eyes and a lump in her throat. Daiyu opened the door more and let her younger cousin in. Placing the little boy in a wooden chair, Daiyu prepared tea, mindful of the chilly temperatures outside.

“What happened Y/N? Does Uncle know you're here?” She asked when she finally sat down next to her. There was a pleasant warmth inside that radiated from the lit fireplace.

“No, no one knows I’m gone” she admitted.

“That's not good at all Y/N, do you want to end up with a bullet in your head?!”

“I’d rather that than take my freedom by marrying that brute”

“You know damn well you won't get it,” she told her younger cousin. She knew what she was going through, but she couldn't help her.

“Auntie told me to come here once—” her voice faded away when she realised the sorrow within her. “—Maybe if Chan-yeol...” She didn't even have time to finish before the sound of a slamming door reverberated through the room, shaking Y/N to her core.

“What in God’s name is she doing here!” The voice echoed, filled with anger and disbelief once he saw her sitting in his kitchen. Y/N turned to face the source of the voice, her cousin's husband towering over her, his eyes blazing with fury. “Chan-yeol...my mother sent her here. She needs help,” Daiyu attempted to explain and pleaded for Y/N’s safety, but Chan-yeol’s response was cold and hostile.

“Our help? Amazing, now they’re going to kill us too!” he bellowed, his face turning a bright shade of red. Treason wasn’t tolerated among the Wang clan. By running away Y/N knew very well that she cannot come back if she doesn’t want to die.

Y/N began to realize the gravity of her situation, but she knew that it was too late. “They won’t kill you, just please get me to the west. I’ll help myself from there, Chan-yeol please,” she pleaded, falling to her knees in front of him. Y/N was not ready to die.

Chan-yeol’s expression softened for a moment, but it quickly turned to one of anger and frustration. “Daiyu, come with me,” he ordered, his voice cold and hard. Daiyu looked at Y/N with a mixture of sympathy and regret before following her husband out of the room. Y/N was left alone, her heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. She knew that her fate was now in the hands of her cousin’s husband, and she could only hope that he would have mercy on her.

Her feet carried her front and back while she was listening to muffled screams and thuds from behind the closed door. Suddenly, everything went silent, and a tearful Daiyu came out of the door. “Don’t worry Y/N, everything will be as it should be,” she said, her words laced with a bittersweet comfort.

Overwhelmed with relief, Y/N believed she would finally be free. Daiyu poured the tea she had set the water on earlier. She smiled at her through her tears and watched her drink it. The poor girl had no idea what was yet to come. Slowly, her eyes closed, and she fell into dreamland as Daiyu sat beside her and cried.

“You knew this will happen sooner or later, Daiyu. We cannot disobey him.” Chan-yeol said as he picked Y/N up in his arms and carried her away from his wife’s sight.

“This was your mother’s wish. Honour it.”

Never in her worst dreams would Daiyu have thought she would sacrifice her blood to protect the clan she despised with the same amount as Y/N.

The crackling of wood in the blazing fireplace brought Y/N back to consciousness. Slowly, she widened her teary eyes and looked around the room, which was unfamiliar to her. Tall windows, obscured by long curtains that prevented her from looking out, darkened the entire room. The only source of light was the blazing fireplace and an oil lamp set on the bedside table. She sat her body down on the bed.

Y/N was no longer clad in her bright red qipao dress, but she was wearing a nightgown that wasn't hers. Nothing in this room belonged to her. She grasped the oil lamp in her hands and, with a small gasp, took her first steps toward the large door on the other side of the room.

Everything was sort of strange, the house looked Korean with some touches of Western furniture. For a moment she thought Chan-yeol had made it, and she was somewhere in a far-off land in a safe house.

She pushed the door open and carefully slipped out. Y/N found herself in a hall that was darker than night. The walls were littered with black and white framed photos and several doors. The petite Chinese woman walked slowly down the hallway, shining her light on the paintings. She didn't recognise most of the people, family portraits from generation to generation, until she came to the last one.

It was him, with his dark eyes and the long scar across, her own filled with fear. The lamp fell from her hands and her feet carried her unknowingly where. She rammed full force into several doors and wandered until she found the exit. Y/N looked around the area in every direction but there was no escape route anywhere. Abruptly, she turned back to face where she came from. She had an uneasy feeling inside her. As if someone was watching her. But she didn’t see anyone anywhere.

It was only the cold drops of rain falling on her shoulders which made her look up, revealing the reason for her inner unease. She saw him standing up there like a king, a God, looking directly into her eyes. His hands rested on the wooden balcony railing, smiling. The smile concealed darkness within. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the ground.

“No more fleeing away, my little butterfly,” his voice echoed in the air, and a feeling of satisfaction settled across his body.

I N T E R L O G U E

“Everything is going according to the plan, kkangpae. She came here” Said the man, holding the phone to his ear. His wife looking at him with tears.

“I understand,” said Chan-yeol, ending the call, and locking eyes with his wife. “Don’t cry Dayiu, you know this is the best for her.” He sighed.

“That is very easy for you to say, it’s not your life that is about to change.” She collected herself, ready to leave the room. “You managed,” said he.

“But you weren’t the head of syndicate Chan-yeol—” she began. “You know, I made my peace within this marriage, but I’m sure she won’t take it laying down.” Chan-yeol pursed his lips in annoyance.

“I wish I could know my mother’s reasoning for this ordeal, but it’s too late for that.” Said Daiyu, finalising her words and leaving the room at once.

to be continued

author’s note: AAAAAAA! The first chapter is here. This is just a little beginning and I promise that a lot more is going to come and be unveiled ♥ Excuse any ridiculous mistake I made, I just recently got back to writing and it's not beta read. If you want to be added to the taglist, don't be shy and lemme know. Dm's and asks are always open ♥ I'll try to adjust everything and you prolly will get second chapter soonish too.

I'm also not expert on chinese, korean and japanese culture, but I tried to research everything realistic I wanted to add to the story. Nonetheless, take it as a fiction.

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[knockyasocksoff2022]

BSD Skillswap HCs

I'm going to write some one-shots for these later.

PORT MAFIA

MORI

Scared when Elise disappears

Wondering where the hell she went

Thinks he’s sick or has been poisoned

(because when his energy is drained it’s hard to keep her around)

Can suddenly feel all of his subordinated abilities.

CoNfUsEd

Then he realises that he had Fukuzawa’s ability 

But wait, they’re the wrong ones

And then Chuuya comes to him ranting about how a sleezy mackerel did something to him

and it all makes sense

CHUUYA 

I know that transferring a God from one vessel to another is prob hella complex

Just don’t think too hard about it

It’s the ~ magic ~ of  ~ L O V E

falling from mid-air

No longer feeling the thrum of Arahabaki

Bro finally gets a break from the constant ache to cause destruction.

He takes off his gloves

But puts them right back on when he realises what that means

He doesn’t want to go around nullifying people’s abilities accidently

KAJII

Getting blown up by one of his bombs and it hurts him

But then he heals really quickly in a flurry of butterflies

Surprisingly, very calm

Does a quick scientific method to  figure out what the hell happened

Scared for Akiko when he realises 

because he does in fact have a crush on her

He worries she’ll get hurt or hurt someone else

He starts running to the Agency

AKUTAGAWA

Rashoumon goes in the middle of a fight

A fight with Atsushi, no less

Then suddenly he’s a tiger

He pAnIcS

He’s trying to hide the pAnIc

It’s not working

They’re both terrified

And trying they're very desperate best not to show the other that they are

They keep fighting

“Cuz damn if I don’t keep my promises

I said I’d fight you

So I will!”

Also, I’m extra mad at you for whatever you did!

“B-but I didn’t do anything!”

"DaMn JiNkO, you’re so incompetent you can’t even hold onto your own ability."

“Hey! We both switched, don't act like you’re better than me!”

“Think of it like Rashoumon . . . but in reverse. Byakko isn’t a gun or spear, but a massive shield!”

“You gave this . . . thing a name?”

“Yeah, so what? She may be an ability, but she deserves a name, just like Elise.”

TACHIHARA

He’s sparing with Gin when he suddenly flickers out of sight

He sees the snow but Gin doesn’t

He immediately recognises Tanizkai’s ability

“How could I forget it after he almost decapitated our entire organisation?”

But why tf would I have suddenly got Tanizaki’s ability

“And do I still have mine?”

Then he starts figuring it out

He uses it to his advantage during the sparring match

Because he figures I can’t solve this right now 

so I might as well make the best of it

He thinks there’s a cool kind of power in knowing your invisible

“You can do basically anything you want!”

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

FUKUZAWA

Gets jump scared when Elise appears in his office

So confused

She’s like “I’m yours now.”

He’s like “nO, you are NOT.”

“Of course I am, you do love Stupid Rintarou, don’t you?”

“Y-yes . . .? Normally I’d say so without question, but I have a bad feeling about where this is going.”

She explains what happened, because as an ability she has an understanding of it

He’s a little shaken

But he likes her so he becomes chill with it

He does know however that his employees won’t be chill with loosing their abilities

He hides Elise in his office with a colouring book he had bought for her

Constantly reminding himself that this is temporary

“I’m a grown man with employees working under me, I must remain calm”

He actually loves Elise, even if he doesn’t spoil her as visibly as Mori does

As soon as the ADA realises (yet the employees still haven’t realised who some of them have swapped with and what it means 😉) he’s like “I’ve got to call O- Mori-dono”

“Why?” They’re all immediately suspicious

“To let him know this is not in any way our doing of course.”

“Oh, yes, of course.”

He and Mori are like “I was just about to call you!”

“Ougai, come get your feral child!”

“Yes, I’d like her back as much as you, but shockingly, we have larger problems.

He tells him that the PM members have the ADA members abilities

dun Dun DUN!!!

DAZAI

Knows what’s going on at once

He’s thrilled!

“I can fly!”

“I can jump off the roof and scare the crap out of Atsushi!”

“Oh wait, but now I can't jump to my death anymore, stupid automatic activation ability.”

But he’s always worried for Chuuya

b/c Chuuya is used to having his ability

He doesn’t want Chuuya to be hurt

He also thinks it’s funny as hell

Because he’s a little shit

He wants them to all get their original abilities back

But he FULLY intends to take advantage of this while he can

Chuuya calls him like “WTF did you do to me mackerel!”

Then Mori explains and Chuuya calls Dazai to rant about how he “can’t believe a piece of garbage like “shitty” Dazai is my soulmate!”

KUNIKIDA

After he sees everyone’s ability is messed up he tries to make something with his book but it doesn’t work

He wonders who he swapped with because he doesn't feel any different

He starts trying to do other abilities (reminds me of that once scene where he’s buy Atsushi’s bedside after the fight on the ship and he’s trying to show Atsushi that he’s calm and ready for anything and is doing martial arts to the air or whatever) and none of them work

Then he gives up and decides he should ask around if any of his underground sources know what’s going on

He’s trying to call it and the phone is doing stuff without him touching it

He’s like OHHHH

 . . . shite

Goes to get check up on katai before he loses his mind of boredom and sadness without his computer skills

KATAI

He never uses paper so he doesn’t notice he’s gained a new ability

But he does notice that his computer has stopped listening to him

He’s confused and distraught

He thinks he’s lost the only quality of his that matters

But he’s far too emotional and lazy to inquire so he just starts to mope in depression

Luckily Kunikida is there within 30 minutes to “save” him

AKIKO

She doesn’t notice until she has to treat Tanizaki 

b/c he stabbed himself by mistake when he magnetised a scissor to him

He explained it that he just dropped it

b/c he didn’t want to admit what happened b/c he was to freaked out

She starts dismembering him when and then realises😬😰😶

Oof size large

Tanizaki starts panicking and unintentionally flinging her metal tools everywhere, injuring both of them.

Yosano immediately knows he swapped with Tachihara but has no time to be amused

They speedrun like every ability to figure out who she swapped with

“Try levitating something!”

“Here touch Tanizaki, see if it makes him stop!”

In the end, it’s Kajii who comes to them because he likes Yosano and wants her to be safe.

So he shows up just in time and Yosano shows him how to heal her and Tanizaki.

ATSUSHI

Suddenly he’s no longer a tiger, but a human

And tendrils are coming out of his clothes

He’s scared because he can’t regenerate now

And he’s scared for Aku 

b/c Aku doesn’t know how to defend himself using the tiger

He wants to stop fighting

But at the same time, he pushes to his highest potential (it makes him exhilarated, and maybe something else . . .) because he knows Aku will just regenerate

Aku’s teaching how to use Rashoumon while they’re fighting

“Not like that, idiot!”

“It requires finesse!”

“As base a creature as you doesn’t deserve her*!”

*rashoumon is a referred to with s female somewhere in the manga/light novels I think

“Slice with the edge, imbecile!”

“Don’t use your body weight, you brute! Let Rashoumon do it for you!”

“How can’t you grasp something so simple!”

“Stab, not slash, you stupid oaf! And send tendrils out remotely. You don’t have enough technical skill for that, weretiger. Your specialities lie in brute strength and maximum destruction. Use that! Don’t try and fight with your weakness, deliberately doing so sets you up for failure. Only a fool sets himself up for failure. Don’t be a fool, weretiger!”

They’re still arguing to cover their fear

Yeah, it’s really just them showing off how well they know each other

Eventually, the others find them.

KYOUKA

doesn’t notice at first

Then Kenji comes in and male blond Demon Snow is trailing behind him

He’s completely unaware

It’s so cute

Kyouka doesn't want to tell him 

so she experimentally lifts Kuni’s desk 

and when she can easily do so, Kenji’s like “Wow, you’re so strong Kyouka!”

She’s like “Yeah *_* We swapped abilities.”

He turns around and notices

He loves Demon Snow

Kyouka kind of wants to give it to him

Even though it’s the last piece of her mother, it still brings painful memories

He tells her she should keep it.

All smiles

“It was your Mum’s gift to YOU. You can use her to help others and make her your own. Just please, give her a chance, for me okay.”

[riiwrites]

beauty & the beast

{ port mafia boss dazai x female reader }

{ this story of mine has no correlation to beast, although the idea of pm boss dazai was originally inspired from it }

{ read the official summary -> here }

— contents

i. what a beauty you are

ii. miserable man

iii. a wolf in sheep’s clothing

iv. a sign of gratitude

v. the war of worlds

vi. solace in the night

vii. a birthday to remember

viii. it’s just three words

ix. a kind soul doesn’t deserve torment

x. you know where to find me..

xi. ..and i know where to look.

[scaredpigeons]

A debt, repaid.

If you’d like, please read the sequel, A debt, recurrent.

BSD Ogai Mori x fem!reader

NSFW 18+ MDNI

Authors note: I do not under any circumstances condone the actions of this character. But I’ve realized that being able to interact with things that have caused me trauma in a fictional and safe space makes me incredibly horny. He’s so icky. And I’m so uncomfortably horny for him.

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: after he saves your life, you decide to offer the boss of the port mafia something he can’t refuse.

CW: consensual seggs, reader wears Lolita style outfit—but thats as far as I take it with that. Calls Mori a pervert a bunch. Oral over the panties, heavy on the dirty talk, groping. Reader is described as smaller than Mori, use of nicknames (darling, little one, pet.) pussyjob, cumming on the v and panties, just general nasty shit. Please read responsibly.

The leader of the port mafia doesn’t often enter his bedroom to find surprises. He prefers things to be well within his control, and you were far beyond it, much to his simultaneous pleasure and displeasure. 

“I—“ he starts, not expecting you to be sitting in his bed, not expecting you to be wearing… that. 

“Before you even start,” you cut him off. “If you take this too far, say some nasty perverted shit like I know you want to, I’ll leave immediately, but not before kicking you in the balls for good measure, boss or not.” 

He looks at you, dressed in a puffy pink dress— far too short with many frills and bows. His eyes wandered to your legs, tucked up under you and squeezed into stockings that ended at mid thigh, the lace white and delicate. Your hair was— oh your hair was in pigtails, with pretty pink bows and he knew exactly what you were trying to do. 

“What is it you’re doing, exactly?” He asks anyway, teasing you. 

You had the gall to look embarrassed, and he found himself thinking that you would look rather innocent and demure if it weren’t for that mouth of yours. 

“You… I hate owing favors to people, and I still haven’t repaid you for saving my life.” You looked down at your hands, twiddling with a frill on your dress, and oh, how he wanted to ruin you. 

“But what do you give the man who has everything when you have nothing?” You said, a bit smaller than before. You were shrinking. It seemed you thought he was displeased. 

“Yes, what do you give the man who has everything?” He stepped closer to the bed, removing his coat before throwing it on the chair beside him. “You decided on offering up… yourself?” 

You flinched, shrinking in on yourself once more and balling your hands into little fists. 

“Listen, I know I’m a little old for your preferences, you fucking pervert, but this is all I could—“ 

He cuts you off with a hand to your chin, and he marvels at how your eyes glisten, wide with confusion as he smiles down at you. 

“Assumptions, assumptions.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth at you, shaking his head. His thumb trails up against your bottom lip, loving the smear of the gloss you applied there. 

“Such fire for such a tiny little thing. Even in the face of exorbitant danger, you’re still letting such filthy words spill from such a pretty little mouth.” 

He tilted your head up, making the curve of your throat available to his gaze. 

“Yes. This will do very nicely, how thoughtful of you to cater to my perversion.” 

He’s mocking you, and from the sight of your face reddening, you’re very aware of that fact. 

“Well? What did you have planned, pet?” He asks, tilting his head with a devilish smile. 

You mumbled, unable to meet his gaze. Oh, how he loved how shy you were getting now that your actions were finally catching up to you. 

“Hmm? Speak up, little one.” 

“I was going to offer to… suck you off. I guess.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“How impersonal, darling. And here I thought you wanted to repay me?” 

You gawked, trying to rip your head from his grasp. 

“Listen, asshole. I think that’s more than enough to—“ you yelped as he tackled you to the bed, pulling you on top of him and making you straddle his chest in what felt like one smooth motion. 

You squeaked, flushing even darker as he ran his hands up your thighs, pushing up the dress and smoothing his hands around your waist as he squeezed, smiling up at you. 

“M-mori, I—“ 

“Do humor a perverted old man, won't you?” He leans forwards, making you squirm as he brings his face to the apex of your thighs, taking a deep inhale against the lace covering your core. “Ah, how I love the look of lace on your skin, little one.” 

He licks along the fabric, making you bite down on your lip to silence yourself as he fondled you. You’d come into this expecting to get him off and leave, owing him nothing. 

But this? 

“B-boss.” 

He looks up at you, eyes twinkling in the moonlight streaming through the curtains. You thought he looked more youthful in this moment, something was brighter in his eyes. It scared and aroused you at the same time. 

But then his smirk was back, and the lines around his eyes grew more prominent, and you were once again reminded that this man was likely old enough to have fathered you. 

“Say my name again, pet. Not my title. I thought we decided to take a more personal approach?”” 

“M-mori.” You whimpered as he ran his nose along the fabric covering your clit. This fucker was hitting every sensitive spot without giving them the attention they were crying out for, and you were afraid that you were going to soak through your panties and embarrass yourself. 

He licks the fabric then, making you keen and writhe in his grasp. He lets you suffer with the muted stimulation and pushes deeper, tonging along your covered core with vigor. 

You squirm, grabbing at his wrists in an attempt to steady yourself, but he just flips you over, now hovering above you. 

He wraps his hands gently around your throat, not squeezing, but it's a jarring reminder of just who this man is, what he’s capable of. 

“Shall I continue, little one?” He smirks, so cocky, so egotistical you want to kick him. 

But god, if you aren’t wet. 

You nod, unable to meet his eyes. 

He squeezes his hands slightly, leaning more of his weight into them. 

“Say it.” He demands, still smiling. 

You feel like you want to deny him, want to kick and scream and tell him to fuck off, but you can’t. Strangely, you’re enjoying this, enjoying being under him, enjoying the look in his eyes. 

He saved your life, you owed him, but this suddenly felt like much more than the repaying of a life debt. 

“Please,” you whispered as you met his eyes. “Keep… keep going.” 

“And spoken so politely, too.” Mori said, taking his hands away from your throat. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying yourself.” 

You grumbled, folding your arms across your chest. 

“Keep pouting like that and I’ll find better use for those lips.” He said, sounding stern enough to have a tinge of fear course down your spine. 

He pulled your arms away, leaning down over you to pull on the bodice of your dress, mouthing at your neck. 

“So obedient,” he said, moving to your collarbones, tugging the dress down further to expose the swell of your breasts. “So charming. You make such a good pet. So entertaining for me.” 

You squirmed as your breasts popped free from the offending fabric, and his hot mouth came to claim them. 

He continued to tease you as he suckled on your taut nipples, making you moan and writhe in his hands. 

“You know, I’m glad I was the one who found you, who killed those men who were holding you captive.” He said between nibbles and sucks. “I got to see the satisfaction in your eyes as my scalpel cut into their throats.”

“Boss, please—“ 

He moved lower, kissing over the fabric of your pretty little dress. Over your stomach, down to your thighs, kissing the skin that was popping out from those tight, tight stockings. 

“And I hate to think how wasted your kindness would be if it were one of my subordinates who saved you,” he smirked, licking the hemline of your lace panties as he stared up at you, holding your gaze. “Would you have repaid them the same way? If it were Chuuya? What about Akutagawa? What about the lower ranking scraps of the mafia? Would you be so kind to them, too?” 

“No!” You shook your head, finally, finally starting to fall into the headspace he had been pushing you towards. He could see the tears forming in your eyes and he so desperately wanted to lick them up. “No, no. It’s just…” 

“Just… just what?” He hovered over your core, eyeing you darkly, watching you slip and fall. 

“Just… just you, just for you, sir.” 

He smiled, exhaling deeply against you. “Just for me.” 

He pulled back suddenly, making you whine as he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it off the bed. 

“What is it, darling? What do you need from me?” He teased, wanting to see how far you’d go. 

Much to his pleasure, you lifted your dress further, your thighs squirming and rubbing together so lusciously that he caught himself licking his lips like an animal. 

“Please… sir. Please touch me.” You sounded so small, so broken with desire and it stoked the fire burning inside him. 

He unbuckled his belt, watching your eyes follow the movement as he pulled himself free, stroking along his length as he watched you.

“I’ll give you what you want, darling. Don’t worry.” 

You squeaked as he brought a hand down to lift your panties, shifting forward to run his cock along your folds as he let the fabric fall back down to cover the both of you, though with his size, it only really covered part of him. 

He threw his head back a bit as he thrusted himself along you, feeling your wetness coat the bottom of him, while the lace of your panties rubbed against the rest. 

You moaned so unabashedly as he pushed the hot head of his cock through your folds, running delicious pressure against your clit. 

“There you go,” he breathed. “Such a good girl for me. So soft.” 

You squirmed, but he could tell you were doing your best to stay as still as possible. He hoisted your legs up, still fucking along the outside of you without reservation, thoroughly enjoying himself despite not being inside you yet. 

“M-Mori- its,” you choked, eyes blowing wide. “I’m gonna—“

“So pent up that you’re already there, pet?” He smirked, watching your eyes roll back as he kept the pressure, kept running his thick cock against you. 

And you came, oh did you ever cum. He watched as your body twitched and writhed, and he had to hold your legs tighter to keep you from slipping away. 

You moaned without shame now, crying out to him in your pleasure as he just kept going. 

“Good girl, so good. Keep taking it.” He could feel himself getting closer, the dual sensations of your slick folds and the lace panties were just too much, the visuals of you beneath him like this were too much. 

“Look at you,” he said rather breathlessly. Your hair was mussed, dress bunched below your tits and above your stomach, the white lace doing nothing against the wetness the both of you had created. You looked good enough to devour. 

“I’m going to cum all over this little pussy, all over these pretty little panties, and you’re going to sit in them while I decide what else I’m going to do with you.” 

You whined as his thrusts stuttered. 

“Oh yes. I'm far from done with you,” he breathed, leaning closer as he neared the edge. “So fucking good, so good for me.” 

You keened, another smaller, duller orgasm overtaking your shaking frame. That was what threw him over the edge, and he pulled back, lifting up the lace to stroke himself all over your wet folds, painting them in white. 

You twitched as he finished, body jolting in the aftershocks as he placed the panties back down over you, smearing his mess along the lace. 

“Wait here a moment, darling.” He said, pulling his belt free and tucking himself back into his pants. “I’ll go get us some water.” 

“You’re… not gonna get a cloth?” You mumbled, still in a daze. 

“Whatever for?” He said, standing from the bed. 

“To, you know, clean me up?” 

He smiled brightly, tilting his head and closing his eyes in what was surely a mocking gesture. 

“Certainly not. I told you, you’re going to sit there while I decide what comes next.” 

——————————————————————

The sequel piece, A debt, recurrent is now available. Dark content warning. Enjoy!

[sylacris]

— “rather melodramatic, aren’t you?”

alternatively: “always your heart will be aching for my presence. You will see the moon, and it’ll remind you of me, of us, of what we used to be and could��ve been” / you were tasked to kill dazai osamu and yet…

dazai osamu x gn! reader

content: mild angst, smoking, a gun, dazai-typical suicide mentions, may be ooc, not proofread. inspired by: dangerously yours episode 1: masquerade.

wc: 1.5k words

a/n: nothing beats coming back to tumblr just to drop something i wrote on a whim. will i be consistently posting? if my motivation doesn't go away -v-

Dazai Osamu knew his past would catch up to him one day.

Not only associating, but being a high-ranking official in the Port Mafia is a time in his life that he not only refuses to come back to but perhaps even actively haunts him incessantly in those dark drunken nights and smoke-filled lungs. On those nights alone, he only has the company of sake bottles and memories of the past—both good and bad.

He knows that he'll never be a good person—not what Odasaku wanted him to be, at least—yet he tries; he always has been trying.

But there comes a time when it seems as if trying isn't enough and repentance will be the only solution—perhaps even his death would be worth more good than all of the good he's done combined.

And repentance he shall receive as his lover stands right in front of him with a cold glare that exudes such burning rage, an anger that could've made him falter even the slightest if only he wasn't looking forward to such a death in the back of his mind.

With a smirk that never seemed to disappear, Dazai reaches out of his pocket, making them raise their guard with a glare and a finger on the trigger. "Mind if I have a smoke?" He doesn't even wait for a reply before pulling out the cigarette and lighter from his pockets.

"You can do anything you please, Dazai," you grunt.

Dazai puts the cigarette between his lips; he really is so carefree, even in the face of an enemy, though perhaps he sees you less as an enemy and still as his love.

Glaring at the unfazed man that stood before you, you sighed. This was for your people; kill the demon prodigy; that was your assignment. There was no way you were going to back down after months of getting to this point.

"But that doesn't mean I won't finish my mission here once and for all. You won't get away this time, demon prodigy."

After hearing his former title in the mafia, Dazai's eyes seem to darken, and there is a slight furrow in his eyebrows before he composes himself once more.

He lights the cigarette, inhaling the smoke before puffing it out. With a sigh, the man looks at you, ever so calm, even at gunpoint. and states in a matter-of-fact tone, "You can't pull the trigger, Bella." You knew he could always perceive you like an open book; it was something he could always do.

"You can't pull it because you love me," he says, looking at you directly.

"Isn't that why you're taking your sweet time?" Dazai lightly taunted, taking another swing at the cigarette before throwing it to the ground.

"Who said I ever loved you to begin with?" you defended.

He took a step forward, placing his hands inside the pockets of his pants. "So all the times we spent together were nothing to you, Belladonna?" he frowned, yet something in his tone made you think he was looking down on you—or rather, almost not taking this situation as seriously as you are.

"Of course it was; that would be obvious to you already, no?" you bite back, yet Dazai had such audacity to only smile at your hostility. which ignited your anger even more: "I never loved you, and you never loved me; I know you were just using me; you deceived me; don't give me your pitiful excuses, Dazai."

Another step forward, and you backed away. "I never loved you?" He repeats what you said, almost as if he's stopping himself from laughing at your statement, as if you said something so horribly inaccurate that Dazai merely perceives it as a joke.

"I mean exactly what I said," you replied, only earning a chuckle from the man.

"You say I never loved you, yet you are the only person I've ever wholly entrusted my heart to; you say I never loved you when even though I knew about this plot of yours, I still stuck around." As each second passes, Dazai moves closer to you, which makes you alarmed, only gripping the gun harder than it should be, knuckles almost turning white.

You warned, "Stay back!"

Yet Dazai's brave; he knows how to get what he wants, and he wanted you.

"Don't you wonder what was going on in my mind every time we were together, knowing you had ulterior motives to get closer to me, yet I still accepted you wholly, for what can i do when what my brain says is not what my heart wanted to follow?" Dazai sighs, shaking his head.

"I don't care; I don't care about you! Everything I've worked hard for has led up to this; don't try and stop me, Dazai." Empty threats leave your mouth as Dazai seems to ignore your mild distress.

"Oh Bella. If only you knew just how much of a fumbling mess you've made me. You took my heart, yet I would gladly let you take more of me as you pleased. You've made a fool out of me, yet I'd play the jester in your story if it meant it would satisfy you."

"You tricked me into loving you!" you shouted through gritted teeth and a clenched fist, not thinking properly in your state as your eyes whip around to find something, anything, perhaps an escape route but

"Were you not the one who approached me with the intention of stealing my heart?" Dazai retorts. He always knew how to keep your eyes on him, and now that the gap between the two of you is gone, it almost feels like you are suffocating from how close he is and how much adrenaline is in your veins.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"My, Bella, if you were resolute on doing this then you would've shot me minutes ago. But look at where we are now. A point blank shot yet no bullets being fired at me," Dazai teases, placing his hand on top of the gun you held up, "quite a situation we have here, yes?"

You remained silent, dropping the gun on the floor as your hands shake from how hard you've clenched them, carving moons on your palms as you avoid Dazai's eyes, sorting your mind. You needed to kill him; that was what you'd been working for for so long. However, in a few words and touches, he already had you around his finger yet again.

And God, was it so annoying.

"You're so still; your face is like ice—what are you thinking?" He's gotten close enough to where he reaches to cup your face, as your shaky hands really couldn't muster the courage to shoot him as he says.

A held exhale leaves you: "What does anything you have to say matter, Dazai?" You bit your tongue before looking down: "If I fail now, everything that I've worked for and everything that I've been raised to do up until now would be… useless." You mutter as he merely observes you.

"What can a breaking heart do if it is left to choose between what it has known for so long and what it wants to love now?"

Dazai smiles at you with pity as he traces your jawline before tilting your head up to meet his eyes. They looked at you as if you were the night sky. Dazai has always given you such a soft look in your time together, directed only at you, and you would be lying if you said your stomach wasn't filled with butterflies—though whether it's from the adrenaline or from his lovelorn acts, you'd never know.

"Well, then I'll give you a choice, darling," Dazai starts.

"Shoot me and complete your mission. No one has to know of this ordeal, and you get to leave scot-free back to your organization." He pauses.

"However, when the time comes, you will find moonlit nights strangely empty because, when you call my name through them, there will be no answer. Always, your heart will be aching for my presence. You will see the moon, and it'll remind you of me, of us, of what we used to be and could've been."

"I don't-" 

"Shh, I'm not done yet, Bella," he lightly warns, placing his index finger on his lips and chuckling before continuing on.

"Or, you could choose to follow me, stay as my lover, and join the Armed Detective Agency. If anyone from where you came from looks for you, we will do everything in our power to protect you. You have been interested in what we do in the agency; not only that, you are an ability user too, no?"

You gulped, biting on the inside of your cheeks as you pursed your lips at his question before giving an answer: "Yes, both of those are correct."

Dazai gives you a closed-eye smile and says, "Your eyes would have such a shine in them whenever I talked about the agency on our little dates. I bet they'd like you."

Your thoughts couldn't help but imagine what it would be like with the agency. You lightly smile at such a statement, and if Dazai picked up on it, which you assume he did, which he always does, unsurprisingly, he chose not to comment on it.

"So, Belladonna, what will your choice be?"

[serialadoptersbracket]

Round 2, Match 1: Ogai Mori vs. Pascal

Submitted kids:

Ogai Mori: Uhhhh let’s go with Dazai and Chuuya. It gets complicated to figure out the adoption status of everyone else

Pascal: Village children

Propaganda under the cut!

Ogai Mori:

"Alright so Mori is a shady criminal underworld doctor who’s out here treating /looking after the sick boss of the Port Mafia. During this time he runs into this kid who tried to kill himself and treats him (because he’s a doctor and that’s what he does). This kid (Dazai) is HIGHLY suicidal and will Not Stop trying to kill himself. So Mori’s like “ok stick with me real quick” and takes him to visit the mafia boss. While they’re there Mori kills the boss and tells Dazai that’s he’s the only witness and the story they’ll tell is that the boss died of natural causes and made Mori his heir.

So the plan works and now Mori’s the mafia boss, plus he’s looking after this very suicidal teen on the side. Meanwhile someone (Chuuya) is out there single-handedly destroying the entire mafia. So Mori looks into it on his own and goes “oh that’s a teenager! Around the same age as my boy! Imma capture him and force them to be friends! :)” So he does, but they (Chuuya and Dazai) HATE each other. Absolutely despise each other’s very existence. So Mori’s like “well if I force them to work together forever, then they’ll HAVE to get along!!”

Anyway his two boys become the most powerful duo in the canon lore of this animanga.

Eventually Dazai leaves the mafia because his friend dies while doing mafia work. Very tragic, Mori still talks to him like he’s his estranged son that he wants a relationship with. Mori and Chuuya don’t interact much in the main manga but in all the bonus material he’s definitely very parental to him. Specifically the aquarium side story from mayoi— sure that was a job but iirc he kept telling Chuuya to relax and just enjoy going on a fun aquarium trip."

Pascal:

"not putting all of his lore here bc of the pg-13 rule but he's this robot who is the sweetest guy imaginable, he is pretty smart cares a lot for his kids (again, cant get TOO into that but he is v/ protective of them) and also is a pacifist who rlly just peace between the androids & machines even tho thats pretty fucking difficult (he even is an ally to the android resistance and trades w/ them frequently!)

from his unit data (because im Bad at describing things lol):

""A pacifist machine lifeform that despises conflict and strives endlessly for peace with humanity. This unit possesses incredible intelligence, as well as a deep interest in the history of both humans and machines."""

[intheticklecloset]

Hiya friend!! I always love your little seasonal menu items it’s such a cute and fun idea and they’re GREAT

May I get a skk blueberry lemonade with baseball please? 🫐⚾️ (I also absolutely love baseball, I’m personally very biased towards catchers💛)

skk with lee chuuya preferably. either going to a game or OR hear me out: PM v ADA baseball game to idk strengthen the alliance or something

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

The PM vs ADA baseball game idea was SO SMART??? I absolutely had to go with that one - and I love how it turned out! 😂 Thank you for the brilliant idea!

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“Hah! See that, Dazai? I made it to first base!” Dazai smirked at Chuuya, whose cheeks instantly matched his hair as he grumbled, “All right, all right. Shut up.”

When their respective bosses had decided to have an exhibition baseball game “just for fun” before the local teams started hogging the practice fields, neither side really knew what to make of the idea. Still, they’d all grudgingly come out to play…and to their surprise, found they were actually having a lot of fun, some minor scuffles and incidents aside, of course.

“I’m surprised you swung at all,” Dazai commented as he watched Higuchi come out from the Port Mafia’s dugout to bat. “You’re so small your strike zone is practically nonexistent. You could have just taken the walk.”

“Fuck off,” Chuuya snapped, shoving at him lightly before taking a foot off the bag and turning his gaze back to the game.

“You’re not going to lead?”

“Not with you playing first baseman.”

“Oh, come on, what do you think I’m gonna do?” Dazai chuckled, shoving at him lightly. “You’ll need all the help you can get to make it to second base, chibi~”

Chuuya shot him a withering stare, though his blush was not lost on the detective. “Shut up.”

“Go on,” the brunette teased, poking the mafioso’s side. “Just a step or two.”

“Don’t,” Chuuya grunted, trying to cover up a snicker. Then he yelped and instinctively tried to shimmy away as Dazai pinched him with more insistence. “Asshole, I have to get back on the bag before your guy pitches again – let me back!”

Dazai conceded and allowed him to tag the base again before Tanizaki wound up for his next pitch, but as soon as that was done, he wiggled a finger into Chuuya’s hip, forcing him off the base again with a slew of giggles.

“Dahahahahazai!” Chuuya watched as Higuchi swung and missed, fighting his way back to the base even as the detective abandoned his glove, grabbed onto his ribs, and started tickling with purpose. “Ahahahahaha, fuhuhuhuhuhuck, stop it! We’re in the mihihihihiddle of something – Dazai!”

Another couple of pitches later, Higuchi struck out, ending the half inning. Chuuya sagged in relief when Dazai let him go, then caught himself and shouted, “Just wait until you make it to third base, bastard! I’ll show you!”

Then he realized what he’d said, and how loud he’d said it, and he slapped a hand over his mouth as if it could take the words back.

On his way past him to get his glove for the outfield, Akutagawa muttered, “Keep your private lives to yourselves, sir.”

Dazai laughed hysterically the entire way back to the Armed Detective Agency’s dugout.

[cinnamonm00n]

Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice

Dazai x reader

Slight trigger warning: heavily suggestive content, nothing too explicit really happens tho

Third person P. O. V.

A pair of arms reached upwards. Cutting a shadow through the stream of sunlight coming through the windows, while yawns omitted from a h/c head of hair.

A tired girl yawning to her hearts content in the middle of the Port Mafia building.

All of this behavior soon leading her to succumb to her exhaustion by leaning on a wall and sliding down to the floor. Nestling into a comfortable sitting position on it.

The skin of her eyelids gently met as her consciousness dove into fog and slumber.

Her body relaxed slowly against the wall of the empty hallway. Her aching muscles melting into her bones with relief from the oncoming sleep.

"Oh, Y/N-nn!" breezed through the silence.

Her eyes shot open.

Y/N looked over at the direction of the voice, which she now recognized as her boyfriend who was now smirking at her exhausted state. 

"My dearest! Just the person I was looking for!"

"What is it now, Dazai? I'm tired..."

Y/N cracked her knuckles to keep her form awake as she waited for the reply.

Dazai just giggled.

"Guess what!"

She closed her eyes again.

"What?" 

"Mori has another mission for you!" 

"ANOTHER ONE!? " with this the once closed eyes now snapped open in disbelief. 

"Oh, relax my belladonna, it's nothing difficult. You'll just be helping me out" Dazai's hand swung around lazily as he talked. 

"Ooh, The Great Dazai Osamu needs help!" a smirk decorated these words "And what that help, may inquire? If my humble self is worthy of knowing such a thing. "

Playfulness now evaporated from Dazai's words.

"I'll need your ability for this."

You got up from the floor, feeling your spine straighten with focus. Raising an eyebrow you asked him to continue.

"You see, another organization leader has been causing quite a troublesome time for us. And if a fly becomes too much of a pest, you know what that requires..."

Dazai's fingers slid across his throat. 

"Alright... Why do you need me then?" 

An empty smile followed from Dazai.

"This man is known to frequent bars with live music and since your hypnosis requires you to sing in order for it to work you're perfect for the job!" 

A wrinkle collects at the skin of your nose "And you'll just stand of to the side and enjoy the view?!" 

"My, my Belladonna why such cruel accusations?!" he clutched his chest dramatically. Peaking an eye only to see you're unimpressed face. Dazai quickly turned serious again.

"I don't think this man know just how much trouble he's caused us." He stepped forward closer to the window, his back now turned to you.

"Henceforth I'll torture him long enough for him to not only regret messing with the Port Mafia..." the brown in his eyes stared to burn a shade of red under the sunlight "But regret the day he was born"

The coat over his shoulder swished as he turned to look at you.

"So will you make my job easier and lure him in for me?"

"You know I will..." you stiffened at the sight of pure intimidation dripping off him.

"Dazai, my love... You are terrifying!"

Blinking away the red his eyes now looked doe like.

"Don't look so scared. I'm only scary when I need to be" he moved closer, chapped lips pressing a kiss to your cheek and a cold hand caressing your side.

"Shall we go for it then?"

Dazai now asked, the palm on your side now sliding to intertwine his fingers with yours.

"First get me some coffee so I can actually function" Y/N's head rested on his shoulder. 

This caused a chuckle from Dazai ,,Anything you need, belladonna~"

- || - 

You ended up getting your coffe. 

Now sipping on it you followed Dazai's confident steps echoing on the pavment.

"To wich bar are we headed to again?" Y/N asked over her cup. 

"It's a small underground place. Only exclusively rich people frequent it" smirking he grabbed your hand, spinning you around "And you, are their ravishing young star for tonight~"

Warmth sizzeled to your cheeks.

"H-hold up are we talking about the The Lucky Clover?" 

Dazai raised an eyebrow "Why yes, how did you know?" 

"When I go undercover, I hear a lot of people talk about it" you swig from your cup again "A lot of shit goes down in there..."

The streets got darker and smaller, a city's omen of approaching the more dangerous of its areas.

"By the way, where will you be while I do my part?" 

"Inside of course, can't miss the show! You know I love it when you sing~"

Reader P. O. V

"Here you go, Belladonna. "

Dazai gave me a bag and some papers. 

"You know the plan?" 

"Show special attention, activate ability, take him back, leave the rest to you" I recite absentmindedly, looking over the papers with my fake identity. 

"Bravo!" he pecked my lips "Break a leg in there~" 

"With these heels you picked out I just might" I laugh as I walk through the backstage door.

- || - 

I go inside. Getting past the bouncer with the fake ID, I was now following him to my dress room. 

"We're here" he opened the door "You have 10 minutes to curtain"

I nod. 

Once he was gone all it took was one swift click and the door was locked. I started looking over the rest of the papers Dazai gave me. 

My eyes dart over at my ID again "Really Dazai?! Rose?"

Putting the paper with my fake name down my attention turns to the photo of the man I'm supposed to hypnotize.

"Blonde and fat. Great!" 

I then hear knocking. 

Quickly I hide the papers, and look at the door. 

"Five minutes, Rose!". As the voice on the other side disappeared, I got up to change. 

First I took my fake ID papers and dissolved them in water to bits letting them flow down the drain. I clean up the sink with a glove, wich I shoved in the foot of my heel. 

My chest grew lighter once I got rid of the evidence so I grabbed the dress from the bag. 

Once I saw it I understood why Dazai wanted to stay and watch.

"Dazai... You asshole!" slithered through my teeth as I got outside, met with the reflection in the hall mirror. 

The dress fit me perfectly.

Third person P. O. V

The packed bar was pitch black with an occasional neon light throwing a shy resonance here and there. 

Dazai was seated in a back booth, the one unbandaged eye firmly on the large blonde man drinking in the front with a woman at his hip. 

What bliss, he had no idea what was coming for him. 

Thinking this Dazai took his attention off him to focus on the drink in his hand. As he began to swirl it gently, the stage began to rise to life and the chatter around him died down.

Stage lights with a feather light glow reveled the form a singer in a long red dress, Y/N. 

Dazai's eyebrow disappeared in his hair, smirking as he leaned closer enjoying the view of the red fabric wrapped around his girlfriend, a long cut in the dress reveling her leg and the black choker on her neck. 

He knew she would look good, but none of his predictions said this good! 

Her voice then began to fog up the room. 

The slow beats crawling up to the guests, warmly wrapping around them. Followed by Y/N's vocal cords glimmering in the smooth flow, pulling the listeners in. 

Dazai hooded his eye, his hands felt coldly empty. Not matching to the hungry warmth within him, only spreading further as Y/N continued to sing. 

It was very soon that he needed to cross his legs. 

Reader P. O. V

My eyes felt heavy. One of the side affects to my ability. It makes it hard to see. 

I kept on singing, my focus on the blonde man in the front. Watching as the grip on the waist on the woman next to him lessened and her jealous gaze on me.  

"Laides and gentlemen, we got him" I happily think. 

I move my hand in a slow motion, letting my voice drop to whisper. Keeping my eyes on the man. 

"Let him get impatient" I turned my gaze away from him "I'll then go down and make eye contact. Let the hypnosis do the rest"

My plan was going smoothly, during the low notes I used the opportunity and went into the crowd. 

I grabbed the man's chin gently, forcing him to look at me. 

Then my vision flashed, turning completely blurry but my mind sharpening in on my thoughts. 

"Get up. Excuse yourself and meet me in the dressing room number 12." I sent to his thoughts. 

I walked away, transitioning into a faster tempo. 

Somewhere behind me his footsteps echoed from the creaky flooring.

"Success!"

Fuller of energy I end with a high note, bowing to the eager eyes. Causing a large enough commotion for Dazai to sneek out. 

  - || -

I had decided to keep the guests busy with another song as a treat, giving Dazai more time to catch the man so we can take him to the Port Mafia. 

As soon as the music went quiet my feet rushed me off stage and back to my room. 

Leaning on the door I saw Dazai. 

"You done?" I ask.

He nodded.

His arms snaked around me to wich I look at him, confused. 

"Who knew red looked so good on you, my belladonna~"

I twine my fingers with his brown locks.

"Surprisingly enough, I look good in many things but you're just hard to surprise"

His grip on my waist tightened.

"Oh, I am hard! But for something else~"

God damn this man! 

He pulled me close for a kiss, his fingers holding my chin. Other hand slithering to the cut in my dress.

"We have a job to do Dazai!" I whisper

"You're no fun..." his lips grazed my ear. 

Mine shaped into a smirk.

"Let's get this over with and I'll show you just how fun I can be~"I enter the dressing room, leaving him behind.

Third person P. O. V

Dazai was walking down the hall, rubbing his wrists. Satisfied with a job he had just done well.

Only there was another thing he wanted to be satisfied for doing well.

Speeding up, his footsteps now brought him over to his office door.

Behind them he found Y/N, sitting on his desk starting to write a report about their job.

Still wearing the dress.

"Belladonna. "

Smoked out his mouth. She looked at him, opening her own to speak only for Dazai to cut off any sound by kissing her.

Her hands went straight to his hair, pulling it gently.

Reader P. O. V

Dazai's fingers timbered on my skin, leaving a trail of heat as they went up and down my thigh.

I was surprised.

The teasing and sadistic Dazai was now needy and gentle.

He stared to nibble on my ear as his breath tickled my neck. Pulling me closer his hips started to buck into mine causing a gasp from me. 

"Look at what you've done~" his mouth slid down my neck, avoiding any deeper touch. 

"There were so many things I wanted to do, but you just had to make me this desperate~" 

"Not a single regret"

I pull him close by the hair

"Osamu~"

Third person P. O. V

At his name, Dazai snapped. Pushing everything off the table he started leaving hickeys on Y/N as he was pulling the dress of her. 

Grunts and moans scraping from his chest. 

"Dazai-san!" came from the door. 

"Fuck" Dazai thought. 

"The executive meting is starting" 

Dazai looked you in the eyes again "I'll come soon".

Once the footsteps were heared far from the door Y/N spoke. 

"You really shouldn't miss anymore meetings, you know?"

He giggled lustfully "Oh Belladonna, you didn't pay attention..." Dazai pulled you close again

"I told him I was going to cum soon, then I'll go~"

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

We will protect you. Part V

Self-Aware! Port Mafia x GN! Reader

Description: Day two of Charity Fair. Today's plan was simple. Meet your uncle and aunt, wait, until Port Mafia deal with them, go to the café, work your shift, while Port Mafia deal with the rest of Stalker's accomplices.

But one phone call destroy the plan.

Time for Port Mafia to meet your extended family.

Part IV

Warning: OOC, Bad relatives, Relatives are bad people. Slight body horror, Some of Reader's relatives despise them for not caring about partner's gender and being okay with poly relationship, mentions of bullying, mentions of public humiliation, English is my second language.

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You were going through the familiar town.

Winter winds flew through dark, empty streets.

Sharp snowflakes and wings make it hard to see.

Thick snow, that covered the ground, make it impossible to run. And almost impossible to walk.

Especially to you.

You were shorter. You were younger.

Kid again.

The same age when that happened.

Simple kid going down empty streets.

Not in an empty town.

You feel their gazes on you.

They were looking through the dark.

Children. Your former classmates. With mutilated grins, ripped out ears and empty eye sockets. Pointing at the giant house on the top of the hill.

"[Y/N], you should be there..."

Adults. Their parents, teachers, workers.

With mutilated grins, ripped off ears and empty eye sockets, they circled you, whispering.

"[Y/N]... Go back, [Y/N], your home is waiting..."

And you tried to run.

You try to go as fast, as you can.

Far, from this town, far from this place.

From that place, on the top of the hill. A huge, black, shadow, that wanted to swallow you whole...

And bring you to monsters, that lived inside...

You ran. And ran.

You stayed in one place.

Children and adults swarmed you.

They hold you up and carried towards that place.

Right before it, they stopped.

It didn't cast a normal shadow.

Instead of a shadow, the black goo, that smelled like rotting meat, splashed at the steps of that place.

The crowd threw you forward. Right into the goo.

Goo swallows your legs and start moving up your body.

You can't scream. You can't cry.

Black waves closed over your head.

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You didn't scream, when you woke up. You didn't cry and simply let out a sigh. You were used to the nightmares.

Despite having the last nightmare, that was related to... that event, a few months ago, before BSD Gang appeared in your apartment, you still remember not to shout or cry. These nightmares became a familiar horror through the years.

You keep your eyes closed, listening to what happened around.

Nothing was happening. Your room was quiet. If you cared enough and keep your ears open, you, probably, would hear some noises from the corridor.

But your room was quiet. You open your eyes.

You were alone in bed. But, after a quick check, you discovered, that the bed was still warm.

Koyouu and Mori woke up not long ago. You cast a quick glance towards the clock on the wall.

"8:30 am? Still have plenty of time..." mumble you and bury yourself deeper in blankets. You closed your eyes again and decide to sleep more. Maybe, this time, you won't have nightmares.

Besides, if BSD Cast needs you, they will wake you up.

For the second time you woke up because of the smell of coffee, sounds of footsteps and warm breath against your cheek. A pair of moist lips planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You opened your eyes and turned your head.

Nikolai's eyes were shiny and full of poorly hidden tenderness. His braid was loose, that made his hair look a little bit shaggy.

Kolya run his hand through your hair.

"Morning, My Sweet Birdy" whispered he. You yawn, close your eyes again, and worm yourself deeper into the plush covers. You don't want to get up.

You tried to ignore Kolya's hands, that were still running through your hair.

"Come on, Birdy, time to get up." Another whisper, followed by a kiss in the ear. You didn't react. Mostly. You couldn't help, but smile.

Kolya's petting became more and more insistent. You didn't budge.

Kolya stopped playing with your hair. You heard sounds of steps.

The next moment, something heavy fell on you, squeezing you in a hug, and started tickling you.

Laughing like crazy, you try to get free from Kolya's grasp, but his grip was stronger. His fingers tickle your sides.

"K-Kolya! Please... Enough!" plead you through laughter. Kolya only squeeze you harder.

"No, don't think so!" grinned him. "You look too cute right now."

His right hand started ticking your belly, while left hand continue to tickle your side.

"I give up! I am awake, I am awake!" laughed you. Kolya huffed, and, after tickling you for a few moments, finally, let you go.

You were laying on your back, breathing heavily. Kolya was still laying on top of you.

"Let's get you up" he helped you to sit on the bed. While you were stretching, he picked up a little tray he brought with him. On the tray there were two coffee mugs, a creamer and bowl of sugar. Gogol placed the tray on your bedside table, and gave one of the mugs to you.

Dark, almost black beverage was hot. You could feel the heat through the mug.

"Thanks, Kolya," mumbles you, adding cream. Kolya skipped cream part, but add two spoons of sugar.

"You are welcome, [Y/N]"

You take a generous sip of coffee. Marvelous, truly marvelous.

You two enjoyed your coffee in a silence.

The remaining of your nightmare faded away.

_____

After a good hot cup of coffee, good, long, steaming-hot shower and fresh comfy pair of clothes later, you were ready to fight the world. And have breakfast.

You went downstairs to the first floor, to the dining room.

The table was already full, Nikolai, who left your room after he finished his coffee, waved at you, beckoning you to sit between him and Akutagawa.

You loudly say 'Good morning' and, after receiving sixty-seven 'Good mornings' in return (In response to John's, who was sitting on the other side of Gogol, silent question Kolya shrugged and said, that he liked to said good morning to Birdy and will do it again, if chance arise), take offered sit.

Immediately, a plate was put before you.

Full of hashbrowns, crème fraîche¹ and berries.

The mug of black tea was put before you shortly after.

You nodded gratefully to Verlaine (he was the one, who get up from his seat to put your food before you) and pricked the first hashbrown on your fork.

____

Most of the breakfast passed peacefully. You started a conversation with Akutagawa siblings about your school days, carefully avoiding some topics you don't want to discuss right now.

Yet you waited for the eruption.

Eruption, that was caused by Sigma.

Man finished his coffee and call for you.

"[Y/N], I have been wondering about something..."

You turned your head in his direction and smiled.

"Yes, Sigma?"

Sigma looked at his palms, then back at you.

"A few months ago, you said, that you don't have a home, because your relatives don't want to see you. Yet, you seemed happy, when you get the message from your aunt, before..." Sigma squirmed, not wanting to say 'helped the stalker'. "Why were you happy?"

You spoke carefully.

"I hoped, that they wanted to extend an olive branch." it was partly true. BSD Cast helped you with your self-esteem. Now you wanted to change your life. To change your relationship with your family. "Besides, Uncle Justin and Aunt Angela are... were... are... on a fence about my decision, that leads to my family blacklisting me. But, there are relatives, that I don't want to talk to ever again."

Complete truth. You mentally prayed that Sigma wouldn't ask any more questions.

Sigma spoke again.

"[Y/N], all this month ago, you promised to tell us about, what happened when you were a child..."

You didn't let him finish, before putting your mug down.

"Not today." Your voice was hard as steel. You felt gazes of the others on you. You feel guilty.

'In their world they weren't allowed to keep secrets, their lives were open book to millions of strangers. And here I am, keeping a secret from them. An important secret.'

You stare at your mug. Your mouth felt dry.

"Remember, that I mentioned inheritance and old hotel yesterday?" you asked without addressing anyone in particular.

"Yes" Sigma answered, while others nodded.

Okay, good. Now you must say more.

"The hotel in question belong to my family. By my father's side. They have a rule in inheriting it. Older child from the generation will get it. Gender doesn't matter, only the right of firstborn matters. And... I am next in line in inheriting it... That abandoned building... Building, where something terrible happened, back, when I was a child..."

The room was silent. You feel, that they want to ask more. But, they saw your expression. You will choose, when to talk and what to say.

"Before me, it belonged to my uncle." You forced yourself to speak. "And, after his death, it will belong to me."

Because, I became a firstborn

You sip your tea. You need to calm down. This time, Francis spoke.

"And they wanted to have a hotel to themselves, right? Can't you sigh the ownership to them?"

You shook your head.

"I can, but it's not the problem, that I will be the owner" it is also the problem, I just learned to ignore it "The problem is what I am planning to do with the hotel."

You sighed, looked at the distance. At the baby blue curtains on the window.

she had ribbon the same color as that curtains

"The moment I inherit the hotel... I will go to that old town and burn the damned, wretched place. Then will sell the land and give all money I earn from the deal to the charity organizations."

The room was still silent. Francis perks up.

"Interesting businesses plan, [Y/N]. Want me to research the charity organizations to make sure, that they can be trusted?"

John reached to your hand and squeeze it.

"And I can take a look at people, who you want to sell land to. So they can be trusted."

No questions. No one tried to make you change your mind. That's how your family should have reacted back then. Especially, because they knew about your reasons. Reasons, that were hidden from BSD Cast.

You shook your head.

"Maybe, later, when time came."

You take a bite from one of the two remaining hasnbrowns.

You feel, how your mood became worse. Okay, you need a distraction. Or conclude this talk. After swallowing the hashbrown, you spoke again.

"I am still not ready about what happened in the past. But! I will answer three 'yes/no' questions about it."

You must learn to trust people. Don't carry your burdens alone.

You heard Ayatsuji's calm voice.

"Has anyone died?"

"Yes"

Ranpo's tone was careful.

"Was it your family member?"

"Yes"

A final question came from Sigma. He looked apologetic.

"They were the only victim?"

"No"

'According to every existed moral, there were only one victim. In the eyes of the law, there were at least two.'

You return to your breakfast, showing, that you don't want to talk about it anymore.

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The rest of the breakfast were mostly silent, but not uncomfortable.

After a few minutes of silence, you cracked a few jokes and assured BSD Cast, that you will be fine and nothing terrible has happened.

One by one, BSD Cast finished eating breakfast and leave the dinning room to do something else.

Soon, only Port Mafia members and you remained in the Dining room.

It was time to discuss today's plan.

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You drank the rest of your tea, trying not to pay attention to the arguing Mori and Fitzgerald. The reason, they were fighting?

'Who should punish who'

You didn't even start the discussion, when Francis returned and started arguing with Mori.

"And I tell you, that it would be better, if we take care of the manager!" Fitzgerald still sounds patient, but, you could tell, that, he doesn't have much patience left. "He is helping Stalker for money, and who is better to punish him, then The Guild?"

Mori's eyes narrowed, his voice sounded lower, than usual.

"Port Mafia is capable enough to deal with him. And with anyone, who dares to assist Stalker."

Fitzgerald raised an eyebrow.

"And will they be alive after what Port Mafia do to them? Tell me, Boss of Port Mafia, will you send" suddenly, Fitzgerald closed his mouth and whispered something under his breath. Then he continues talking, "Akutagawa to the police station? We all knew, how good it will end."

Akutagawa, who was sitting near you, glare at Fitzgerald. Before you had to deal with Rashomon, you put your hand on Akutagawa's head and start to ruffle his hair. Akutagawa stopped glaring at Fitzgerald. You heard a quiet rumble, and you feel Rashomon headbutting your free hand.

You decide to stop drinking tea and pat Akutagawa and Rashomon instead.

On the background, Francis and Mori still were arguing.

"And what do you want to do, Mister Buisnessesmen? Pay Burke, so he will stop helping Stalker?" Mori rolled his eyes. Fitzgerald's eye twitch.

Okay, you should probably get involved. You stand up and removed your hands from Akutagawa and Rashomon.

"Can I..." before you can finish, you felt, how Akutagawa gently grab your right hand and placed it back on his head. Rashomon headbutted your left arm.

Fine, you can talk and give pats at the same time.

"Can I ask something?" Francis and Mori stop arguing and looked at you. You asked Mori.

"Ougai, I am curious, who is going after whom?"

Francis wanted to say something, but you stopped him with your gaze. Mori began to speak.

"Well, I was thinking about sending Rimbaud-kun and Verlaine-kun to the university, so they can deal with professors..."

You giggle nervously. There are many single professors and assistants in your university. And, asking two handsome Frenchmen to go there, might lead to some interesting results.

You remembered your professor of French literature. Mr. Charron was very fond of the works of Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rambaud (though even his lectures on them were so boring that you tried your best not to fall asleep). Professor Charron also liked the authors in question. Little impish side of you wanted to introduce him to your Verlaine and Rimbaud.

"...Kajii-kun, Hirotsu-san and Akutagawa-kun will deal with manager..."

Okay... It's... concerning. You don't feel any sympathy towards the person, who sold you for money, but, it seems, Port Mafia took it too personal.

You feel, how Akutagawa tensed, so, you start scratching his head, instead of petting. It calmed him down.

"...Oda-kun will be your personal guardian for today..."

You are more, than fine with this idea.

"...Elise-chan, Karma-kun, Q and I will deal with your aunt and uncle..."

Okay... something feels wrong...

"...And Flags will deal with your cousin."

You imagine Tory against Flags. Five against one. One of them is a hit man. You glance at Iceman. It seems, that he also didn't like that idea. All Flags look like they don't like the idea.

To be fair, only Oda and Mori seems okay with this plan.

Something really was wrong.

You meet Mori's patient gaze. It seems, he wanted to hear your opinion.

"Have no reason to say 'no' to this idea..." nodded you. Mori looked triumphantly at Francis. "Especially, if you tell me the real plan."

Mori's eyes sparkled with amusement.Mori's eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Are you sure, you don't want to follow this plan?"

You shook your head. Mori simply smiled and cleaned his throat.

"Plan is simple. You are going to stay near Oda-kun and Natsume-sensei, until we deal with Stalker's accomplices. We will decide on a spot, who should punish whom. And, of course, no five against one."

Okay, this one sounds better. You nodded.

"This is acceptable. Sorry, Francis," you look at Fitzgerald. "But, it seems, The Guild can sit it through"

Fitzgerald wanted to say something, but a dreadful familiar sound interrupted him.

RIIIING! RIIIING!

The library phone was ringing.

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You answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"[Y/N]? It's me, [C/N]. I want to tell you... Please, don't hate me. I did it for you. One day, you will thank me for that." your cousin ended the call, before you could ask any questions.

You blinked.

'What just happened?'

"[Y/N]? Do you have any ideas, what is happening?"

You turned around, noticing Verlaine, who stepped inside the library and walked closer to you. You shook your head.

"Not the slightest. [C/N]... She isn't a bad person. She can be a little bit inconsiderate, but her heart in the right place. But, she can be overdramatic." You glance at the stuck speaker button and the cracked table. "So, if she thinks, that I could hate her for something she did, it probably isn't that bad."

Verlaine didn't look convinced, but he didn't press further. Verlaine offers his hand to you.

"Well then, let's go, choose, who will go with you to the meeting with your uncle and aunt."

But, before you can take Verlaine's hand, your cellphone vibrated. You got a message.

You took it and open the chat app.

You read the message. You felt shivers running down your spine. You start sweating.

'[C/N]... You little abomination....'

You felt an urge to destroy something. You threw your cellphone on the floor and, if it wasn't for Paul's reaction, it would shatter against the floor. You rushed into the depths of the library. Verlaine followed you.

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"Paul! Let me go, I want to eliminate this thing!"

You glared at the library phone. You were holding Real-live Gogol bronze burst up above your head, and if it wasn't for Verlaine's grip, you would destroy the damn phone with it.

Paul pulled you closer to his chest.

"No, [Y/N], I won't. Calm down!"

BSD Gang gathered in the library after hearing the noise. And they saw you, who was rushing towards the table with the telephone, holding a bronze bust of Real-life Gogol above your head and screaming “I gave you life, I will also kill you²", Verlaine, who, somehow, could barely keeping up with you, and Chuuya, who was running towards two of you.

"I will do it! I will go to [C/N]'s house and fight her with Dostoevsky!"

"Are you talking about bronze burst, books, or me?" Fyodor raised an eyebrow, looking at you and Verlaine.

"YES!"

You felt, how burst became heavier. You looked up, noticing, that Verlaine was using his ability on it, trying to make you drop it.

'Gang and their shamanism with game files. Was it really necessary for them to completely return Verlaine’s old ability?'

Nevertheless, he is won. You growl through teeth.

"I am calm."

And you do put burst on the table.

You were breathing heavily. You close your eyes, country from one to ten.

"[Y/N]? What was that performance was for?" Fukuchi looked you up and down.

You try your best not to growl.

"Paul, please, can you read the message I just got. And please, remember, that there are kids here."

Paul, who still was pressing you against his chest with one arm, took your phone from his pocket and opened the message app.

"[Y/N] [L/N]. I am deeply disappointed at you. You live in a sin, become a wh... bad person. Jumping from bed to bed, without care of their age or gender... [C/N] told us about you, sinful sl... bad person... How dare you to destroy all my hard work I did for you, when you were at school and showed first sighs of a sin? You are in need of salvation. You must meet us in "Sakura" restaurant. Your aunts and uncles, grandfather and I will be waiting. Your grandmother, Bella Blackwood. P.S.: I have already talked with the café manager, you will not come to work today"

You rub your temples. Your voice sounded hoarse.

"Change of plans. All Port Mafia will go with me to a family meeting. I won't deal with this serpentarium by my own."

"But... What about other accomplises?" asked Elise, taking a step back. She was worried about your reaction.

You point at Fitzgerald.

"Be happy, Francis. The Guild will deal with Mr. Manager."

"Okay, what's the new plan?" Asked Mori, taking a step forward.

"To shock my 'dear' relatives" huffed you.

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"When I was a teen, I started exploring... To whom I am attracted to. I didn't do more, then kisses and hugs. And I learned two things. I don't care about my partner's gender. And... I am not against poly relationship. Everything was fine. Until my relatives learned about it. We are not talking about blood relatives, my grandmother is my uncle's mother, and he simply married my father's sister. She goes to my school. And shamed me for being a greedy, lustful creature."

You were sitting on the passenger sit, looking at the window. You were remembering the talk you had with BSD Cast earlier. Piano Man, who was driving, send soft gazes at your direction.

"All chances of having a normal school life were destroyed. Mom and Father couldn't enroll me in different school. And I was bullied. To the point of being beaten. Became a perfect scapegoat. For my classmates, I was the cheater and the pervert."

Car pulled over near "Sakura" restaurant.

"And on every family meeting, I was shamed by her and her family for my preferences. For loving everyone. For being fine with having multiple partners."

Piano Man turned towards you.

"Are you ready?"

You nodded and stepped outside from the car.

Piano Man wasn't coming. He and the rest of the Flags have some buisnesses to attend to. You try to learn more, but they said, it was a secret.

You also insisted on Hirotsu and kids staying at home. Elise, Kyuusaku and Karma shouldn't meet your relatives and you really don't need rumours about you and Hirotsu. It wasn't the case, he treats you as his grandchild, but, you knew your relatives. In worst case scenario there would be rumours involving kids. And, you would be lucky, if the rumours were only about secret biological children.

Despite that, you still have enough helpers for today.

This time, you won't be put down. You will show your 'family', that you are not a weakling anymore. You have friends. And confidence.

The rest of the Port Mafia cars were already here. They were waiting for you on a 'Sakura' restaurant parking lot.

You caught up with them and allowed Oda to take your arm. All of you, twelve people, including you, headed towards the main entrance of the restaurant.

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'Sakura' restaurants was a small place. Cheep, with bad food that tried too hard to look Japanese style.

You tried food from here once.

When it finally stopped trying to chew it's from inside you, you swore on your future grave, that, if in future you will face a choice 'Either eat food from 'Sakura' or eat grass', you will eat grass.

'Sakura' survived because of one thing. They let people rent their building, to hold banquet and bring their own food and drinks.

Despite being small, the restaurant was beautiful.

And that's what your relatives did right now.

Bought their own food and rent the place.

The moment you and Port Mafia walked inside the restaurant will forever be one of your happiest memories.

Because of the shocked faces of your relatives, who saw you all.

Your aunts and uncles (not blood related ones) looked at you with horror. They even forget to feel disgusted.

Uncle Justin and aunt Angela already looked uncomfortable. But now? They look like they ate a whole orchid full of rotten apples.

Grandfather Bernard gave Koyouu a dirty look. He was practically undressing her with his gaze.

And Grandmother Bella looked like a fish out of the water. She was opening and closing her mouth, and her eyes looked like they were ready to pop out.

You did your best, widest, fakest smiles and walked towards your relatives, opening your arms for a hug.

"Family! I missed you all so much! Let me hug you all!"

Your relatives backed away from you so synchronously. If you didn’t know better, you would swear, they were rehearsing it for many times.

You tilted your head, giving your family an innocent look.

"What's the matter? I promise, I give great hugs. My dear... Friends have been practicing with me." You looked over your shoulder at Port Mafia. They were trying not to laugh. "Unfortunately, only a small part of them can attend this family gathering with me."

You mentally praised yourself for asking Mori and others wear their 'classic' outfits. You wanted to empress your relatives. But not to make them acsept you. No, to make them forget your looks and name and never ask to meet you again. Ever.

Grandmother Bella finally found her voice.

"[Y/N]... I... I... How... Many... Age..."

You let out a fake giggle.

"We will tell you everything. When our small brunch will start. So, shall we?"

Grandmother Bella nodded, still shocked.

She thought, that they will shame you and you will be quiet.

She didn't expect that you will have someone with you.

All of you sat at the table.

On one side - your relatives.

On the opposite side - you and Port Mafia.

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Oda doesn't like banquets. He doesn't like fancy food, that was served here.

But, for you, he was ready to sit through it.

He and you were sitting in near each other. You didn't take any offered food. There were a possibility, that Uncle Justin and Aunt Angela will try to drug you to give to Stalker, so, you decided to play is safe.

Slowly, your relatives start talking. After ten minutes silence of staring at Port Mafia and you.

Right now, one of the aunts (you didn't care about her name, you hardly remember her), was terrorizing Oda.

"So, Oda... right?" she mumbles. "What did you find in [Y/N]? They are quite... average"

You rolled your eyes. Again, they talked about you, like you weren't here.

It would work, if you were a lonely child.

Oda answered without second thought.

"They are cute, they are perfect, they are the real treasure."

And you knew, that he is serious. You felt your face burning up. You still didn't use to receive compliments that offed.

Meanwhile, Oda gave you a side hug and kissed your temple.

"And don't tell me I am wrong, Novel Luck. Or I will remind you, how perfect you are later. Besides." Oda looked towards your aunt (you knew her name, she must have one...). "They are good with kids. Help me to raise mine."

Your aunt Questioning Oda baked away from your table, dropping the chair, few plates and people, who sat close to her.

"Kids... You have kids... And with [Y/N]..."

She turned around and hurry away from you and from the restaurant, shouting.

"They choose a man with kids as their partner! They are gone! Promiscuous!"

You huffed. One out, still more to go.

Oda scratch his neck. He whispered, so only you can hear him.

"That was fast."

You nodded. Also whispered.

"Mhm. Most of them are too simple-minded."

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Oda glance at you with the corner of his eye. He was serious about you. You are cute, nice and kind.

A small smile appears on Oda's face.

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"Charge, my army! We will defeat our Candy Kingdom from Sour Knight!" Sakura pointed at Oda, who was wearing a cardboard helmet, holding a cardboard sword and try to look scary.

He was the Sour Knight, who wanted to make candies from Candy Kingdom sour and gross.

Sakura was wearing a small crown made of cardboard that was decorated with paper candies.

She was Candy Princess, who tried to save the kingdom from the knight.

General Katsumi, Archer Kousuke, Magus Shinji, Barbarian Yu and Thief you were an army of Candy Kingdom.

All of you charge at Oda.

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"The victory of Candy Kingdom had its price. Sour Knight was chased away. But he took prisoner. Thief [Y/N] were captured by Sour Knight. Oh, our poor comrade, we can't even come-pere-hend of what torture they will go through, until we manage to save them." Sakura was ready to cry.

Oda, who was sitting under the tree, has you pressed against his chest. He was holding you tight, not letting you go.

"So, little thief, what torture should you face?" whispered Oda into your ear. "Should I tie you up and use you as a cuddle pillow? Or, should I tickle you?"

You didn't answer. The game, warm weather and warm Oda make you sleepy. You mumble something and start snoring.

Oda chuckled at that.

_______

Your relatives looked even more shocked. They lose one ally. And they still didn't start to shame you for your life.

And fleeting aunt's insult didn't do much.

You noticed, how your relatives looked at each other, then at Port Mafia.

Uncle Moonshine (not real name, but, you remember, that few years ago he tried to make his own alcohol) spoke next.

"Hey! Ginger with bandage! What you are doing for living? Something Illegal?"

Tachihara glare at him.

"I am working as a security guard."

Uncle Illegal Alcohol looked at Tachihara with disgust.

"And what are you guarding? Some sort of drug den? Where you met this one." He pointed at you.

You could feel, that Port Mafia members, probably, have a synchronized thought. Black notebook with write letters on it are opened, and they are writing down names of your relatives.

Uncle Illegal Alcohol, didn't notice Tachihara's glare and continue talking.

"They are a useless sinner. Scum, real scum. Who leached themselves into people..."

For the rest of their lives your family could not explain, how the metal chair with your uncle, who was still sitting on it, hung in the air and crashed into the wall.

_____

Tachihara was very close to the edge.

He can't believe that someone can treat people that bad.

He had his own share of bad relatives, but, at least, he had his brother.

You didn't have anyone, until they arrived.

______

You two were in the garden, planting hyacinths.

The day was warm and perfect for gardening.

You water the flower you just planted.

"Have you ever heard the myth about Hyacinth?"

Tachihara shakes his head, planting a second flower next to yours.

"Hyacinth was one of the Apollo's lovers. He was remarkably beautiful. One day, when they were playing the game of quoits³, Apollo accidentally killed Hyacinth. The flowers hyacinths appeared from Hyacinth's blood." your voice was soft, while you were recoiling an old myth.

A small grin appeared on Tachihara's face.

"Are all myth from this world are that tragic?"

You planted next flower.

"Well, I can tell you more myths, if you want. And you will decide by yourself."

Tachihara was ready to listen.

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"Tachihara... Can you, please, stop?" whispered Higuichi, who was sitting near him. Tachihara shook his head.

Only now he realized, that he still was using his ability and was using metal chair with Uncle Alcohol to destroy your relatives cars.

What was interesting, that Tachihara wasn't even looking at your uncle or moving at all. He was just starting at the distance, while some of your relatives try to save their cars.

______

After chair was stopped and few more relatives leave the restaurant, going into the nearest machine workshop, trying to undo the damage.

Yet, you still had more relatives to go through.

The table became silent again. No one spoke.

Until Mori started talking.

"I... We don't care, what you think about [Y/N]. We love [Y/N]. They are a good person."

And Aunt Angela spoke.

She was furious. She and Justin, supposed to be here alone with you. They supposed to give you to a nice person, who agreed to keep you with them, until you will be proclaimed MIA and their daughter will inherit the hotel. But, somehow, her in-laws learned about your horrible lifestyle, and decide to interfere!

Angela's plan was destroyed.

She needed the hotel. She needed it.

She hates you. For planing to get rid of the hotel. For planning to get rid of the money, you will get.

And now, she takes a better look at you. Your clothes looked expensive. You lived better, then she and her family.

Angela slammed both of her hands against the table.

"[Y/N] are a useless scum, who only thinks about themselves. They could easily forget about the past. But, instead, they behave like a baby."

And her family agreed. The flood of insults flow on your head.

But you were silent.

Dead silence.

And all Port Mafia members frowned.

_____

Gin and you were sitting on the windowsill, covered with one blanket, and watched the rain raging outside the window.

Both of you had big mugs in your hands, full of hot tea.

You were in peace. You were happy and comfortable.

_______

Kouyou feel nervous for the first time in many years. You just offered her to cuddle tonight.

She knew, that, after something happened between you and Fyodor, you became more open in showing your affection.

There weren't a single day when you didn't cuddle with someone. She does understand, that one day, you will ask for cuddles from her.

And she didn't want to hurt you.

Your first cuddles were clumsy, a tiny bit awkward.

But very warm.

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Mori, Elise and you were on a shopping trip. Mori already had six bags in his hands and wasn't planning to stop on it.

And you were so shy. Afraid of having money spent on you. One time, you confessed, that you thought, that you don't deserve to have a lavish lifestyle.

Well, Mori had plenty of time to change your mind.

He will spoil you as much as he needs, to make you see, that you deserved good things.

______

Kajii and you were in a theater. You were watching an opera.

Music, voices, costumes.... Everything was great.

And, for Kajii, the greatest thing was the fact, that you are sitting near him, enjoying the performance together.

_____

Higuichi and you were playing cards.

Without stakes or anything similar.

Just a friendly match full of laughter and shared stories.

_____

Akutagawa felt your hand on his head. It's been a few hours since they got into your world.

"Akutagawa, you don't need to accept it, but, let me tell you, that I see you as a really strong person. Both in skills. And personality. I am glad, that I met you."

Your hand left his head. And on a whim, Ryunosuke grabbed it and put it back.

You didn't hesitate to continue petting him.

_____

Rimbaud was choosing wines.

He wanted to keep some in the basement.

You were with him. Just to keep him company.

Near you, Rimbaud feel warm.

You were real, warm and simply precious.

_______

You were carried by Rimbaud to the car.

The shouting match, that happened between your relatives and Port Mafia, can be heard from the parking lot.

"WE FOUND [Y/N] AND WE WON'T RETURN THEM! DON'T EVEN CALL US! BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!" Chuuya was really loud.

Some fists were thrown.

Some reputations were destroyed.

Grandfather Bernard thought, that women were weak and useless. That they could never do anything right.

Gin proved him wrong. Gin not only knock him off with one punch, she threw him in a garbage bin.

And stole his phone, found some dirt on him (very inappropriate messages about females of any age) and send screenshots to his colleagues and post them on his socials.

"Never talk to them. Never go near them."

She didn't want anyone to hurt you ever again.

_____

Grandmother Bella was unfortunate enough to stumble into Akutagawa.

Rashomon did a good enough job as a pair of scissors. And Akutagawa was good at stealing.

Now Grandmother Bella was almost bald, and her chat, where she discussed dirty rumors about her closest friends with her relatives, were now sent to the discussed friends. And they were honorable members of the society.

______

You didn't see, when Uncle Justin and Aunt Angela left.

You didn't notice, that Chuuya and Verlaine followed them.

_____

Chuuya was sitting before you. It was his turn to really introduce himself. And he was ready for you to question his humanity.

You only take his hand in his.

"Chuuya, as one human to another, let me tell you something. If someone start calling you less, then a human, punch them."

Chuuya grinned, squeezing your hand.

________

You looked small, compared to Verlaine. Maybe, he tried to intimidate you. To make you call him monster.

You cupped his face.

"Verlaine, can I braid your hair. I have heard about branding techniques I want to try. You will be even more of the handsome man you already are."

And embrace. King of Assassins was hugging a simple human.

King of Assassin was showing human emotions.

____

You returned home in the evening.

Because Grandmother Bella did arrange you an unplanned day of rest, you decide to enjoy it and not return to the café.

Instead, you and Port Mafia take a walk in the park, have dinner in an Italian restaurant and return home.

Flags were already here. They looked really happy. Actually, everyone, who stayed home, looked happy.

"Did something nice happened, when we were away?" asked you.

Instead of answering, Lippman take your hand and drag you behind him.

"You can say so. Come on, let's have a movie marathon! All of us, together."

You have no reasons to say no.

______

The operation room in a basement was dark.

Until the door was opened, and some people walked inside, turning on the lights.

Yosano, Lovecraft, Dazai, Fyodor, Goncharov and Gogol were looking at the prisoners.

At robber, who still were kept here....

At Aunt Angela, who Chuuya kidnapped earlier today...

At Uncle Justin, who was kidnapped by Verlaine...

And at Stalker, who were kidnapped by Flags from the hospital today...

Their Dear Guiding Light asked not to kill anyone... But, they didn't mention anything about torture.

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¹ Crème fraîche - a dairy product, a soured cream

² Direct quote from "Taras Bulba" by Gogol.

³ Quoits - a traditional game which involves the throwing of metal, rope or rubber rings over a set distance, usually to land over or near a spike (sometimes called a hob, mott or pin).

[that-one-raccoon]

aaaaa pls dont mind me popping into ur inbox but OMG OMG WHAT R UR THOUGHTS ON THE NEW COIL CHAPTER ODBSHSHDHDBDB

pls i LOVE SNAPE IN THIS KSHSHDGDGS he's practically adopted dazai by now in my mind ahahah and spleen should just gtfo no one wants him here, also i love how the whole gang is determined to protect dazai from spleen djsbshsh and snape too!! and honestly the loyalty club is being too nice to lockhart he doesn't deserve to be included in the basilisk killers 🙄 (i wonder what dazai will do abt tom riddle's diary? iirc dazai actually had the diary with him when he went into the chamber, what if snape finds it?)

YES HELLO HI

The new chapter was amazing ah!!!

i was really curious for how Lockhart would be dealt with in difference with the canon since no one had a broken wand, and, while i think lockhart deserves wayyyy worse, i find it hilarious he has to share the "glory" with dazai lmaoooo deserved 🙄

lockhart v the kids was great man i loved the tension and the realization of "oh shit he wants to kill dazai"

i was half expecting dazai to grab a fang or something not the whole ass head 😭😭

dazai's night mare :((

Oh, Dazai thought. They're trying to clear my name? The realization felt distant and fuzzy. Dazai rubbed at his face. His hands were a red blur, lacking any distinction. Don't do that, he wanted to tell them, but his mouth was busy breathing and his head feeling stuffed with cotton. I'm the villain. I know I am.

noooo babyyyyy noooo

But it suddenly felt a lot less awful. He sighed into Snape's chest, too tired to fuss much more than a whining, "not doing much for the Dad Snape allegations."

no he is not and we love him for it ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Oh. Good. Dazai felt himself relax almost instantly. Blaise would take care of the talking, and Snape would take care of him. I'm... Dazai was too tired to argue his own mind, so the thought slipped by unencumbered. I'm safe. And safe meant he could finally let go. And sleep. That night, Dazai dreamt of honey.

AAALDJSLFKLNLKNDALADH AHHHHH

riddle! right! obviously riddle can't possess him through the diary, but wth is he gonna do with it????? oh im so curious!!

no but my anxiety is through the roof because we have TWO CHAPTERS LEFT and 1) pompherey may or may not wake up soon; 2) despite killing the basilisk, people aren't gonna forget about quirrell anytime soon; 3) DOE and Kouyou (my beloved ♡); 4) and, oh right, Mori is the Port Mafia Boss now

im so hyped for next wednesday ♡♡!!!