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“I won’t tell a soul” (BSD Nakahara Chuuya x Reader #3. Complete!)

“Title: “I won’t tell anybody”/“誰にも言わない” Genre: Romance Rating: PG-13 for alcohol usage and mild violence/language and a kiss scene. /////>w<;; Reader-insert is written as femme and 20+ Plot: You meet Chuuya at a wine bar and over time, you become close. Your regular meetings become something you both enjoy so when Chuuya stops visiting for several weeks, you begin to worry… When you meet again, you learn the truth… But do you care? Mini Fic is written in 2nd person. title is reference to new Utada Hikaru single

CW: street harassment, physical violence

AKA Chuuya saves reader and you get a kiss/get together :3

Part 1 Here Part 2 Here

It’s well past last call when you leave.

You ended up staying until past closing and, perhaps out of a feeling of guilt, the mustachioed bartender decided not to kick you out.

Because his “feeling” had been wrong.

Chuuya hadn’t come.

The bartender had offered to call you a cab but you adamantly refused. You wanted a nice long walk in the cool night air, which would hopefully clear your senses a little. You don’t want to go to bed tonight thinking about Chuuya or you might just wake up crying.

Because this was the last night.

No more.

You needed to move on.

As you leave the bar, you see a group of men, a bunch of hoodlums by the look of it, gathered near the alleyway to your far right. One or two of them give you an appraising look (you wish your skirt were longer but you make no move to tug it down) and to your disgust, another whispers something into the ear of yet another of their companions, who suddenly leers at you.

Ugh.

You keep your eyes trained on the road ahead of you as you walk past them, hoping to get away with nothing more than a wolf whistle but alas, it is not to be. One of them, a man with a scar over his eye, calls out to you.

“Hey, hey you! Lady!”

You roll your eyes and ignore him. You hated running into creeps like this in the daytime as it was. Nighttime is so much worse.

Not to be deterred, he runs after you and stops and slows once he’s caught up.

“Haven’t we seen you before?” he asks, looking you up and down. You suddenly regret wearing heels. You don’t answer but he acts as if you have.

“Yeah, I remember you. You’re here at that bar every Friday, aren’t you? Always sitting there at the counter with that short fellow, the one with the fancy hat and the jacket draped over his shoulders. Chuuya-san, you called him, right?”

You keep walking and scowl when Chuuya’s name crosses his lips. Scum like this shouldn’t have the right to talk about Chuuya like that, much less exist in the same world as him. And how dare this man call Chuuya short when he wasn’t more than a few centimeters taller than either of you.

“Hey, Missy.”

He grabs your shoulder. His tone is suddenly menacing.

“I’m talking to you here.”

“Let go of me!” you snap, tearing your shoulder away.

You turn to walk in the opposite direction but his companions are blocking the way back. In fact, they’re blocking every possible escape route you have. You spin around in a circle, only to come face to face with the man who insists on speaking with you. He smiles and you curse.

“Shit…”

He raises his scarred eyebrow. He looks amused.

“There’s no need for language like that, Missy,” he says, his tone every bit as patronizing as it is threatening. “We just want to talk to you. You see, we’re looking for ‘Chuuya-san.’ Been looking for him, in fact, for a long, long time now and we’re hoping that you can maybe help us find him. You see, we owe him a favor…”

“Well, you’re talking to the wrong person,” you spit acidly, “I haven’t seen him for several months now and even if I wanted to help you find him–which I don’t–”

You voice cracks and you swallow heavily. You hate that you’ve become so upset but that’s what the mere mention of Chuuya’s name did to you tonight. You were really hoping the bartender was right and you were absolutely crushed when he wasn’t.

“I don’t even have his phone number.”

You throw your hands up into the air, as if to indicate that you’d given up.

“So why don’t you just let me go home and we’ll forget that this whole conversation ever happened?”

The man looks at you. Stunned. Then he starts laughing.

As one, his crew starts laughing at you as well and you feel your cheeks flush in sudden rage and embarrassment.

“Look at that, she just ordered me around, didn’t she?” the man chortles, turning to his companions as if he’d just told a very funny joke. “A real spitfire, aren’t you? And a looker to boot! No wonder he spends so much time with you.”

He snaps his fingers and at once, two of his men come forward and seize you by the arms. You try to fight them off but their arms are twice as thick as yours and you’re still a little tipsy from the wine.

“Why don’t you come with us, little Missy? We’d like to have a chat with you.”

“Hey!” you snap, “Get your hands off me!”

“See, your friend, Chuuya-san,” the man says, a note of humor sneaking into his voice as he copies the way you say Chuuya’s name. “He and that pesky Port Mafia he works for… have been making things difficult for us smaller gangs in Yokohama.”

His eyes narrow.

“Unnecessarily so.”

They start dragging you away. Your efforts to fight back seem meaningless. Panic rises in your throat. You should’ve taken the bartender’s offer of hailing a cab.

“Hey! Hey!!”

You struggle and fight harder but it’s no use.

“And our boss gets the feeling they’re going to be a lot more willing to negotiate with us,” the man continues, following you as you’re pulled backwards by the arms. “If we have a proper bargaining chip.”

His lip curls into that disgusting leer.

“Especially that midget. Can’t wait to see his face after he sees you missing a few fingers.”

You stiffen. Your eyes narrow.

“You asshole…” you growl.

You shoot him a piercing glare.

How dare he talk about Chuuya–your Chuuya–like that.

“Keep Chuuya’s name out of your fucking mouth,” you spit, “you piece of shit–”

He silences you with a slap across the face and you stumble. The men behind you keep holding you up. Your cheek stings.

“Stupid bitch.”

He laughs and the men laugh with him.

“We’ll see how brave you are after we cut you up.”

As you continue to struggle, they drag you into the alley.

Tears of helpless rage fill your eyes. This was stupid. You were stupid. You should’ve just stayed away like your coworker said.

Now these assholes were going to take you away, do who-knew-what to you, and because of your own foolishness, you would never get to see Chuuya again.

You bite your lip.

Chuuya…

You’re trying not to cry.

Help me…

Just then, a harsh voice cuts through the night. It’s quiet but it rings with authority.

And barely suppressed rage.

“Let go of her.”

You stop struggling immediately. You’d know that voice anywhere.

As one, you and the men gripping you by the arms turn to look down the alleyway, where you see a lone figure standing there at the very end of the street. He is a black shape outlined against the backdrop of the downtown streets, his dark clothes bathed in the harsh blue and red glow of signs made of neon lights. His face is in shadow, but…

The lone figure wears a fancy black hat and a jacket draped over both shoulders.

Chuuya.

“Chuuya-san…!”

Your breath hitches in your throat.

You want to say more. You want to call out to him, loud enough for him to actually hear but for some reason you cannot. Something’s wrong with him tonight. His very presence is unnerving and without knowing why, you begin to tremble.

“Well, look who’s here,” the man with the scar crows.

He takes a knife out of his pocket.

“Nakahara Chuuya. We’ve been looking for you. Come with us. Our boss needs to have a little talk with you. And if you don’t…”

He holds the knife at your throat. You hold your breath as it presses against your flesh.

“The Missy here gets it.”

Chuuya steps forward and out of the shadows and at once, you know why you’re suddenly afraid. You feel the men holding your arms falter.

There’s an odd red glow around Chuuya, around his entire outline. As he steps forward, his long black jacket begins to lift off his shoulders in an unseen wind, billowing around him like a cape. You think you hear something like a dull roar echoing throughout the alleyway and when Chuuya looks up, his gaze is fierce. His eyes burn like twin blue flames in the night.

This isn’t the same Chuuya who’d flirted with you at the bar.

This man is something else.

He continues towards you.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Chuuya snarls, his teeth bared.

When his foot hits the pavement, it cracks underfoot. Rubble rises into the air all around him, glowing red like the aura around Chuuya’s body.

“Get.”

Another step forward. The pavement breaks yet again. It’s as if Chuuya’s weight has increased threefold when he took that second step towards you.

“Your.”

The roaring sound grows louder. More rubble rises into the air.

“Filthy.”

Chuuya’s footsteps grow heavier. He’s now leaving craters in his wake. You don’t understand how it’s happening but the rubble is now orbiting around his body like the rings of a planet.

“Hands.”

The men loosen their hold on you but they haven’t let go. Chuuya sees this and his eyes seem to glow more fiercely in the dark. He looks utterly terrifying.

“Off.”

Chuuya grabs a handful of the rubble around him and draws his hand back. He steps into a pool of dim red light and his body looks like it’s bathed in blood.

“My woman.”

He takes out a stone, flips it into the air like a coin and flicks it with his thumb.

You don’t even see it move.

There’s just a brief whistling sound and a crack.

The arm of the scarred man–the arm holding a knife to your throat–explodes in a shower of blood. Some of it splatters the front of your dress. You’re so shocked, you don’t even scream.

The man next to you, however, does.

He lets out a howl of pain, clutching his ruined arm and dropping to the his knees, his knife clattering uselessly to the ground in front of you. He’s crying and screaming about his arm, blood gushing from the stump of his elbow and into the street. The puddle inches towards your shoes.

The men holding you drop your arms and tear off into the night–the entire crew goes running back towards the street, leaving you in the middle of the alleyway between them and Chuuya.

Chuuya’s bright blue eyes narrow and he repeats his earlier movement, flicking several more stones towards the men in the alleyway with deadly precision. One by one, the men drop to the ground, their screams cut short. The last one is quicker on his feet than his companions and is just about to round the corner when Chuuya crouches down and leaps into the air.

You watch in awe, turning to follow his movements as he soars over you, gracefully arcing through the sky, his body suddenly as light as a feather. The stones follow him, continuing to orbit around him in a ring like a miniature belt of asteroids. With one flick of his wrist, several rocket towards the man who’s almost made it into the street. You turn your face away as you hear the dull, wet squelching of the stones tearing through his body, splattering his organs on the nearby buildings and sidewalk.

The man next to you is still crying and clutching his arm. He rushes past you, desperate to escape.

You can’t see Chuuya, but you know where he is.

You start towards his location but within moments, he’s in the sky again. You whirl around to see him several paces behind you, standing before the man whose arm he destroyed.

He grabs the man by the throat and slams him against the wall. Cracks appear in the drywall behind his body. Miraculously, he doesn’t pass out.

“You tell your boss,” Chuuya hisses, his tone low and menacing, “that if you try this shit again, I’ll send what’s left of his cronies back to him in a fucking bento box.”

He slams the man against the wall again.

“If you’ve got business with me or with the Port Mafia, then it stays with us. You got that?”

The man nods, tears streaming down his face.

Chuuya lets go of him at last and he crumples to the ground in a heap.

Scowling, Chuuya turns to you at last, the glow in his blue eyes suddenly fading as the red-tinted aura around him dissipates. Behind him, the scarred man scrambles to his feet and scampers off into the night.

“Chuuya–” you start but he is in no mood to let you finish.

“You,” Chuuya growls, stalking forward. “What were you doing out here so late at night? Are you an idiot? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

You’re stunned. After all this time, he’s angry?

“I came looking for you,” you protest, equally bewildered and hurt by the sheer anger in his voice. “I haven’t seen you in so long and–and you never gave me a single way to find you–Chuuya, I–”

“Why would you do that?!” he roars, slamming his fist against the wall.

No crater appears, but the drywall cracks.

Chuuya grits his teeth. He seems to have difficulty looking at you. He drops his gaze and the brim of his hat falls over his eyes, obscuring his face. Bits of drywall crumble down around his gloved hand. His fist is shaking.

“Why would you try to find me?” he asks, his voice hushed.

He’s asking you this? Why is he asking you this?

“Because…”

Your hands clench into fists when Chuuya does not not look up.

Fuck.

You bite your lip, hard, so that you don’t cry.

After all this time, he won’t even look at you? After everything you’ve been through? After all this??

“You really don’t get it?” you ask quietly, holding back those hot, bitter tears.

Chuuya doesn’t answer. Still doesn’t look up.

Why won’t he look at you?

It makes you angry. Angrier than you’ve been in years. You want to scream.

“You want to know why I came looking for you?” you ask bitterly.

Chuuya inclines his head slightly, which you take to be a nod. Pissed, you take a step towards him.

“It’s because I missed you, you fucking dumbass!”

Chuuya twitches violently.

He looks up, a mixture of shock and wonder clearly visible in the depths of his deep blue eyes. He looks mesmerized by you.

He’s not moving so you take another step towards him, suddenly feeling like you’re approaching a skittish alley cat. You hold out your hands when you speak.

“Don’t you understand, Chuuya-san? I wanted to see you. I wanted to see you so bad.”

You don’t care that he just maimed or even killed several people in front of you, that he has power beyond imagining and could turn his Gift on you if he so wished. He killed those men to save you.

To you, he was still Chuuya-san.

He was your Chuuya.

“I came looking for you… because you never even said goodbye. I didn’t have your phone number, or address. I don’t even know where you work or what your last name is. Chuuya, I had no way of contacting you.”

“That was the whole point,” Chuuya interrupts but you talk over him.

“So when I heard you might be here tonight,” you say, loud enough that he has to stop talking. “I had to come. I had to, you understand?”

Chuuya falls silent. His expression is contemplative, with an undercurrent of pain. His deep blue eyes are fully focused on you.

It was the same face he made the night he left the bar all those months ago.

“Chuuya-san…”

You swallow, ready to ask the question you’re afraid to hear the answer to.

“Didn’t you want to see me, too?”

But Chuuya doesn’t answer. Hot pinpricks sting your eyes. Shit. You’re going to cry.

“I see,” you say stiffly.

You gather your jacket more tightly about your body, preparing to leave.

“Sorry to have bothered you.”

You’re about to turn around and go when you see Chuuya’s fist tightening. With a start, you see his jaw tensing up. He’s gritting his teeth too. But he still doesn’t speak. You sigh.

“Goodbye,” you whisper. “Chuuya–”

“Wait.”

Chuuya rushes forward and before you can finish speaking, he’s gathered you in his arms in a fierce hug. His grip on you is so tight that you can hardly breathe.

“I did,” he whispers.

His voice is so small you can barely hear it.

“I wanted to see you too.”

“Chuuya-san…”

“The barkeep told me everything,” he growls. “He told me that you’ve been coming here almost every Friday night at our usual time. That you’ve been looking for me.”

He rests his chin on your shoulder and you reach up to comfort him. You gently pat his back.

“And waiting.”

“Chuuya-san.”

You swallow thickly.

“Tell me the truth. Why didn’t you want me looking for you? Are you…?”

You feel his arms around you tensing. He knows what you’re about to ask.

“Are you really with the Port Mafia?”

For a long, heavy moment, Chuuya doesn’t answer. But when he does, his voice sounds slightly hoarse.

“I am.”

As he speaks, you can feel his grip around you tightening, his arms wrapping more securely around your shoulders and waist, as if letting go of you would mean letting go of you for good.

“Chuuya-san…”

Your fingers slowly curl into fists against his chest and the expensive fabric of his jacket wrinkles beneath your touch.

“My full name is Nakahara Chuuya,” he whispers against your hair. “And I’m not just any member of the Port Mafia. I’m one of the executives.”

Involuntarily, you stiffen and the instant he feels your fingers twitch against his chest, Chuuya groans.

“I knew this would happen. I knew it would. Fuck.”

His arms loosen and unfold from around you. He’s pulling away.

But before he can, you reach out.

“Wait, Chuuya! Don’t go!”

You grab fistfuls of his jacket and pull on it to stop him from leaving. You bury your face in his shoulder and he stops short. You feel his sharp intake of breath.

“Please,” you whisper. “Don’t leave again.”

“H-hey…”

Chuuya’s voice is flustered and unsteady. But he doesn’t move away.

“I kept thinking about it, you know…” you mumble, closing your eyes as you feel Chuuya’s black-gloved hand smoothing down your hair.

“About the way you look when you’re sitting there at the bar with me. The way you laugh when we talk. The way you look at me when we’re together. You were wonderful. Chuuya-san… You’re not a bad person, I know you’re not.”

“But I’m not a good guy,” Chuuya insists.

He drops his hand. Now he’s just standing there as you continue to cling to him. You lift your head and look right into his eyes, which widen in sudden surprise.

“I don’t care whether Chuuya-san is a good guy or a bad guy!” you exclaim. “All I know is… I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as your smile.”

Chuuya stiffens. You can barely feel him breathing.

“You…” he starts, and the emotion in his voice is enough to bring tears to your eyes. “You really think that?”

You nod vigorously.

“Yes. Yes, I do. I think about you all the time… Chuuya.”

I care about you…

He wraps his arms around you and, wordlessly, you do the same. For a moment, you just stand there together, locked in a silent embrace in the middle of this dark, bloodstained alleyway. You nestle your face against the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He smells like the subtle musk and spice of an expensive cologne, like roses and gun smoke and something more, something uniquely Chuuya…

Finally he speaks.

“I can’t leave the Port Mafia, you know,” he says in an undertone, his fingers stroking through your hair.

“I know.”

In response, you hold him tighter. There’s a subtle wrenching in your gut, but you won’t let go.

“I’m not asking you to. It’s fine.”

“This isn’t going to be the last time this happens,” Chuuya protests, “You could get hurt.”

“I said it’s okay,” you insist. “Just…”

You swallow with some difficulty. You know what you’re asking and you know how selfish it is… but you can’t let go of him.

“Just let me stay by your side.”

You press yourself further into him. His body is warm, still humming with some kind of energy, but beneath that well-fitted vest, you can feel his heart beating against yours.

“Please.”

Time passes. You stay like this for what feels like hours but you aren’t willing to let go. Neither, it seems, is Chuuya. Finally, he sighs.

“I knew you were special from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he says, a hint of a chuckle in his voice. You can feel the low rumble of his silent laughter travel through his compact frame and despite your worry, you feel better.

“I just didn’t realize,” Chuuya murmurs, “that ‘special’ meant ‘crazy.’“

“If I’m crazy,” you laugh, “then it’s only because I’ve gone crazy for you.”

The words are out of your mouth before you even realize what you’ve said and upon hearing you, Chuuya lets out a bark of a laugh.

“You,” he cackles, “you really are something, you know that?”

His laughter fading, Chuuya loosens his hold on you. He lets you pull back just enough so that he can see your face but not enough that you can move out of his arms–not that you want to. Even in the dim lighting in this dingy alleyway, Chuuya looks so beautiful up close. His deep blue eyes gleam brightly as they stare into yours and without thinking about it, you lean in and press a quick kiss to his lips.

And then Chuuya smiles. Really smiles.

His grin is toothy and somewhat lopsided with obvious delight, and yet, his expression still doesn’t lose any of that cool, self-assured energy you’ve come to associate with Chuuya and only Chuuya.

You smile back. Your body grows warm.

Yes. This is the smile you wanted to see. The smile you’d missed so much for the last few months that it nearly killed you to think that you might not see it again. But right now, Chuuya’s smile is different. Good different.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him looking quite so happy before.

“Chuuya…”

Wordlessly, you wrap your arms around his shoulders as one of his hands slides down to your waist. Chuuya places two black-gloved fingers beneath your chin and tilts your face towards his.

“Makes sense that you would be something special,” he whispers, his breath warm against your lips. “You are mine, after all.”

You close your eyes and the distance between you disappears. Chuuya’s lips are soft and sweet as they move against yours and you feel your breath hitch in your throat as his tongue ghosts over your upper lip. He feels so good and you cling to him as he deepens the kiss, pressing your body to his so tightly, you half wonder if you might be crushed by his strength.

But you like it.

You like the feel of his arms around your body, the way he grips you so tightly that his fingers dimple your flesh, the way he tastes–no wine could ever be as intoxicating as the man called Nakahara Chuuya…

When you come up for air at last, you’re both breathless.

”Wow,” Chuuya breathes, sounding just as dazed as you feel, “You’re… You’re a really good kisser…”

“So are you,” is all you manage to gasp before he dives back in for more.

As the moon rises high in the sky above you, you part at last, flushed and giddy and dizzy with joy. Chuuya takes your hand and leads you out of the alleyway, back to the bar you thought was closed.

He raps on the door with one black-gloved hand, the other tightly gripping yours, and turns back to shoot you that signature cocky grin when that same mustachioed bartender opens the door at last.

“I think it’s time we call you that cab,” Chuuya laughs as he pulls you inside the warmth of the empty room. “But I’ll meet you here again tomorrow, okay? Same time as usual.”

You nod. You’re smiling so hard it almost hurts but you’re just so happy…!

“It’s a date,” you say, to which Chuuya’s grin grows only wider. “So don’t go blowing me off this time.”

Laughing, he tugs you back towards him and presses another kiss to your lips, his grin returning as soon as he pulls away. His blue eyes shine like a bright, cloudless sky.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, holding you close. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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dfaelin · 4 years

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Allegiance

(dark era Dazai x reader x Chuuya)

Captured by the Port Mafia’s top henchmen, they take this opportunity to mess with you. (lmao this was actually quite fun to write, i’ll make this a 3 part series so make sure watch for the next part coming by the end of this week!) Enjoy

Pt 2 here

Warnings: NSFW, smut, drug use & age gap(?) *reader is 18 and they are both in their twenties*

“Fuckkkkkk”

Experimentally, you poked at your ribs and flinched at the dull throb. You had been careless, too arrogant, too reckless. Your mentor’s cold voice echoes in your brain like an incessant buzz that never seems to leave you alone. “Well, where is he now?” You mutter dryly under your breath, one hand braced against the wall to support your weight, other hand removing the safety on your pistol as you strained to listen for any traces of noise around you.

Maybe you had been too reckless.

Ignoring the headset’s commands when you pulled ahead alone to ambush Port Mafia’s gravity user, he was the biggest obstacle between your group’s climb to success. Tonight’s plan was supposed to be a one-sided victory.

Except he wasn’t alone. None other than Osamu Dazai had shown up mid fight leaving you powerless and on the run.

You doubt the pistol would do much to stop them, but it was a comforting weight in your hands.

Tonight’s not a bad night to die. You think bitterly, looking up to the moon hanging sombrely overhead. Already, you knew your group wouldn’t send anyone to help rescue you, you had deliberately defied orders from higher ups and why lose manpower just to rescue a single member? Maybe they would?

Your ability was definitely on par with Chuuya in terms of destructive power and they essentially held you as the trump card to defeat the Port Mafia.

But even trump cards have to be played correctly to win.

“There you are!” a voice behind sends you skittering. Fuck, you definitely didn’t hear him coming.

It takes you several moments to identify the voice as Dazai, the infamous ability nullifier and cause of your defeat in the battle against Chuuya. Quickly, you roam the surroundings for the said red haired man but he was surprisingly nowhere in sight.

Pain blossoms across your ribs at the sudden movement and the pistol in your hand wavers when you try to stabilise to get a good aim. A hearty chuckle can be heard as Dazai looks upon your pathetic attempts.

Hands in pockets, he saunters forward as if taking a stroll in a park and not with a gun pointed at his face. Up close, he seems even more intimidating. You know the underlying muscle hidden in his slender figure; his shadow is a fearsome sight nipping at his heels. It makes him look all the more menacing, like spreading darkness that threatens to snare you in its grasp.

“Don’t waste your bullets,” He calls out cheerily. “You’re going to miss!” There is a grin carved into his face, he took joy in tormenting you.

You know he’s right but it doesn’t stop you from pulling the trigger and the bullet ricochets past him, hitting the walls with a dull clang of metal. All the while, he doesn’t even flinch and you stumble backwards in a desperate attempt to put any form of distance between the two of you.

The mere thought of him touching you made your breath quicken. How powerless you had felt as your ability drained away from you. You rely too much on your ability. Once again, your mentor’s voice echoes in your brain.

His voice in your head spurs on a haze of fury, fury to proof him wrong. You were not just a brat that relied too much on her abilities.

With a deep breath you pointed the gun at him again, willing your hands to steady and your breaths to slow. The gun recoils as bullets fly loose, hurtling straight to that smirking face.

For a moment, you relish in the small taste of victory when his face morphs into something that resembles shock until a red, glowing hand grabs those same bullets out of the air and they shrivel like plastic.

Chuuya Nakahara opens his palm and the bullets clink to the ground. You can see the red aura around him grow fiercer, casting the alleyway in a red hue that amplifies his presence. As much as you wanted to fight, his mere presence sends goosebumps up your arms.

His hat is dishevelled from the stomp you gave it, coat slightly torn in places but as those blue eye turn to you, it’s instinctive, he’s still in a condition good enough to beat you.

Dazai and Chuuya together. A formidable duo that’s near unstoppable.

It’s time to run.

Without a backwards glance you take off down the alleyway, legs pumping like hell and your lungs burning at the exertion. The memory of Chuuya’s fearsome ability fresh on your mind as it fuels your strides. Behind you, there is a similar pattern of heavy footsteps running after you.

Risking a backwards glance, you see both men sprinting after you. Chuuya is noticeably faster, with his ability powering each step as the ground splinters into dust under his feet. You swallowed hard when he darts closer; this was it. It’s getting hard to hear anything except the sounds of your haggard breathing and the wind whistling in your ears as your shirt billows with every slowing step.

In an attempt to slow him down, you kick down the trashcans lining the alley hoping to at least stall him. To your dismay, he seems to run even faster, the insistent crush of metal bending under his shoes like a cruel reminder of this horrible nightmare.

Please, you beg whatever cursed god watching over your grimy life streaking down the alleyway. Please.

It doesn’t take him long to catch up, a hand slams you into the wall and the side of your face connects against concrete. Even through the adrenaline, the pain is jarringly bright and sharp enough that black spots dot your vision. The darned pistol flutters out of your grip before you can even take aim.

Growling, you summoned your ability and return the favour with an aimed punch to his face but your fist meets air, grazing the side of his cheek. Instead, your met with his cocky grin, “You’ve gotten sloppy.” He chides and his knee meets your stomach, making you double over against the wall.

“No shit I would have beaten your ass just now,” You spit, ignoring the pain that now seems to radiate from every part of your battered body. Once again you lunge towards him, lightning crackling across your arms but he sidesteps your attack and a heavy force crashes onto your back sending you sprawled across the floor. Try as you might, your weary limbs refuse to move. One trembling hand attempt to push your body up but collapses as hot white pain erupts across your nerves, you bite back a rising sob that threatens to spill out.

You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

Coughing, you can barely crack open your eyelids. The coppery tang of blood is evident in your mouth when you swallow, your body had reached its limit.

Chuuya seems to sense your defeat as he crouches besides you. “I would have been beaten,” he admits, “Too bad you picked a wrong timing.”

You don’t offer a reply, instead focusing on getting air into your lungs. Even breathing felt like inhaling liquid fire. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had beaten you this badly. Gods it was humiliating and it hurts.

Everything hurt like shit.

Chuuya reaches forward and surprisingly gentle fingers brush your hair out of your eyes so he can take a good look at your face. Your defiant gaze meets his, for a moment he’s taken aback at how young you looked. You couldn’t be more than 18 or 17, even as you were utterly under his mercy, bright eyes were filled with hatred. Lips stained bloody red and bare arms covered in fresh cuts from the scuffle, it was impressive how long you had lasted against the both of them.

“Don’t. Touch me.” You manage to rasp, summoning the last strains of your willpower and lightning flickers in an effort to keep his hand away. It forces the red-haired man to draw back. Even gravity couldn’t pin down electricity.

“Now, now” A hand snares your wrist and you feel it. The unwanted sensation of your ability slipping away from your grasp as the white glow fades away. “Play nice.” Dazai is on your other side, lips twisted in a smile, his only uncovered eye glinting with unspoken emotion.

“What were they even thinking?” he said mockingly. “Sending a little girl to fight the two of us.”

Too tired to retort his sharp tongue, you closed your eyes in defeat. “Please, just kill me.” Somehow, you felt eerily calm.

“Gladly,” a voice responds though you’re unsure whether it was Dazai or Chuuya. The quiet clink of a gun being reloaded and then the cold kiss of metal on the side of your neck. At least they were kind enough to give you a quick painless death.

I lost.

Somehow, the last thing you felt was a pair of arms lifting you up as darkness dragged your mind down its murky waves.

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“Oi,” a loud voice yells at the right side of your ear, yanking you out of the sea of consciousness. Or was it your left? It hard to distinguish reality from dream with the way your head was spinning. “Wake up little kid.”

Blearily, you forced yourself awake. Out of habit, one hand comes up to rub your sore eyes but it stops short in a loud clang. A metal cuff was connected from your wrist to the wall.

Its then the full severity of your situation hits you. Four limbs chained up so tightly that the slightest movement made the chains clang noisily. Dazai is close enough that you could feel his clothes brushing your bare skin, the musky smell of cologne clings to his skin. The room you’re in is dimly lit, with only a single lightbulb in the corner that does nothing to illuminate your surroundings.

Immediately, you try to break free. Electricity rises to your skin, responding to your desperation, threatening to bubble over and explode across your body as you can feel it build up. Promptly, a finger from Dazai lands on your neck and your ability dissipates as quick as it arrived.

“Calm down,” he says and you laugh. A sharp bark of laughter full of spite and anger. “You expect me to calm down while I’m tied down like a fucking animal?” voice rising in both panic and anger, what happened to a painless death? You couldn’t help the way your shoulders start to shake, the chains around your wrists jangle in response to your trembling. The sound is harsh and unwelcome, you wanted to scream. To cover your ears and block out that horrible sound.

“What-what do you want.” Your breath hitches, the finger still resting on your neck doesn’t do much to help soothe your fraying nerves. Struggling, you attempt to build up a brave façade but the thought of all the despicable things they would do to you was overwhelming. Especially now that you were left alone with Dazai, the rumours of his preferred methods of torture begin to resurface. He was a cold-blooded killer at such a young age, there were whispers.

Whispers of how he felt nothing.

At this point you find yourself wishing it was Chuuya who was here.

“You should’ve killed me.” You snarl and fixed your eyes on the yellow bulb, refusing to make any eye contact. Dazai smiles, his finger sensing your racing pulse that betrays the confidence that you portray.

Surprisingly, your body doesn’t ache like before. In fact, it looked like they had bandaged your injuries which explained the fresh clean shirt you were wearing.

“Let’s start with simple questions alright?” Dazai croons and you flinch away from his hot breath fanning the side of your face, he’s closes enough to count every glistening eyelash on your bright eyes. Close enough that you could feel each exhale on your mouth. “How old are you exactly?”

You open your mouth to speak but his sudden grip on your wrists presses in warningly against your sore bones. “The truth.” He adds, for several moments his grip crushes your wrist and you nearly let the lie slip out your tongue.

“Eighteen.”

“Which gang do you belong to?”

A scowl graces your face. “You know that already.”

“Doesn’t kill you to say it does it?” You feel your shirt being yanked upwards so your stomach is exposed.

You know what he’s looking at, the symbol branded harshly on your skin. A memory rises into your mind, the first time you had gotten it. Hot red iron pressed onto the side of your stomach but you refused to cry out. Biting your lip so hard that you could feel your lip split open as your mentor watched on with his hands crossed behind his back. Fingernails casting red crescent moons on your palms. (You kept them as short as possible since that day) As you finally stumbled away, the blackened symbol of a soaring crow forever seared on your body.

You remember him smiling for the first time. “Your part of us now.” He gives you an approving pat on the shoulder. “Welcome.”

By now, it has faded to resemble a tattoo but the small rise of burnt skin is a clear indication of how you gotten the mark. “Well.” Dazai said and you feel a cold finger trace across the curling lines. “I didn’t think they were cruel enough to brand a little kid.”

“It’s not a brand,” You snarl, voice dripping with venom. “It’s our symbol.” Even now, your voice holds traces of stubborn pride and loyalty.

Your blind loyalty is amusing, he nearly snorts in laughter at your words. What kind of gang brands their members?

You feel your shirt drop back down to cover your stomach and you nearly sigh in relief. His hand is now gripped on your hip bone. “Let’s do it shall we?”

His unusually casual remark sends your heart thundering.

“Do what?” Your voice comes out small and meek.

A syringe appears from the depths of his pocket, the light is enough that you can spy a clear liquid sloshing around inside it. “Don’t,” you turn away in desperation as he draws closer. “Please.” You sob and try to look into his eyes, trying to summon any sort of pity in those brown eyes. Firm hands grip your chin so your forced to look upwards into his amused gaze as you feel the sting of the needle pierce your skin.

“I’m not a monster,” he chuckles at your fearful gaze and you slump forward as the syringe is emptied. “Just a little fun for us both” He lets out a sharp exhale, “I can’t control myself if you continue to look like that.”

“So shy now,” Dazai murmurs. His feather light fingers caress your hip. “You shouldn’t be shy - you’re beautiful. Quite a perfect specimen dare I say, and of course we can’t let you go to waste.”

“After all, little girls need to be punished.”

Your fists clenched, breath quivering with ever skate of touch that seems to get bolder. You looked away as he leans in closer, you couldn’t bear to see yourself reflected in his warped gaze. “Shouldn’t you have better things to do than torment an eighteen-year-old?” the tremble in your voice merely makes him even more eager to pounce.

“Oh no,” Dazai practically purred. The drug should be taking effect now, the feeling of your skin underneath his calloused fingers was soft, so tender and smooth under his touch, pure of any filth, too pure for you to be working in this underground world. Daringly, he tightens his grip and is greeted with a stifled gasp. Every bit of you is tender, unresisting.

His hand shifts upwards, from your back to the scar, skimming across your taunt stomach until his entire palm is pressed on your chest, the way you trembled under him was absolutely delicious. Hands slid along your soft skin, caressing your hips, along the thighs. Each touch was a reminder that he was defiling you, but your brain was too muddled to care anymore.

You could literally feel the drug coursing down your veins, it distorts your senses as his eyes seemed to glow. Exhilaration tugs your lips upwards and Dazai is more than happy to welcome this new side of you.

By the time he reached your heaving breasts, you are writhing. Sweat tracing down the sides of our neck and soft whimpers escaping your lips as you try to trash his grip off your body. “The syringe.” You managed to sputter; a knee worms its way between your legs so your spread open, with far less effort that you care to admit.

“Just a dose of aphrodisiac to make you docile,” he hums a mindless tune when realisation settles in your murky eyes already half swamped with lust.

“I’ve wanted to have my fun with you since I saw your picture, little lightning girl.” One slender hand traces your exposed collarbones and you arched into the touch.

“Questions can be asked later.”

Never in your life had you been this desperate for skin-to-skin contact.

Dazai’s large form has all but covered your petite body under his. The rough scrape of his coat on your uncovered skin sends goose bumps down your skin. It’s thrilling, the way he towers over you, how he could do anything he wanted.

And right now all he wanted was you.

You feel familiar hands twist your chin to face his taller form and his lips meet yours with such ferocity that your knees would have buckled if not for the chains holding you up. Just like him, it was so full of authority and utterly dominating as his heavy tongue invades your mouth in a hot battle. You can feel him smirk against your lips when you allow his tongue entrance into your mouth.

“I need…. please,” you let out a whine, so needy and desperate that it rings across the chamber. He chuckles at your petulant behaviour, gods you should be glaring at him, you should be fighting!

Instead there you are, straining against the chains with the largest puppy eyes as unnatural heat pools towards your core and you can feel yourself getting wetter under his hungry gazes drinking in every inch of you. Dazai’s knee between your legs prevents you from rubbing your thighs together for any sort of friction.

As if sensing your thoughts, he shifts his knee upwards to press on your core.

“Please,” you gasp again, “I won’t try to escape.” Plump lips press together in a pout.

There is a rumble from Dazai’s chest at your adorable plea and the sudden absence of his heat makes you squirm but immediately you feel your restraints vanish as he unlocks the cuffs.

The key clings on the ground and you all but lunge to the man. Dazai indulged you, hands sliding down to cup your ass as he presses you flush against his chest. His touch seemed to quell the trembling of your body but you wanted more, needed more. Briefly, you feel him squeeze your ass as he sets you down.

“Strip.”

You shudder at the tone in his voice and knew better than to disobey. His gaze darkens visibly when you discard your shorts, a dark shade at your panties indicates your arousal. Arms reaching upwards as you practically tore the shirt apart in an effort to rid it. Now standing in only your underwear, he can feel a sizzling coil in him curl in pleasure at your exposed body.

Maybe he should feel guilty, Mori’s drug had worked so well, all traces of your defiance had vanished leaving you a whimpering mess. Your pupils blown wide with desire, long lashes fluttering with every sultry blink and those kissable lips practically begging to be devoured.

His gaze wanders downwards in a lazy trail where your thighs are quivering, toes curled inwards to stifle the heat pooling in your core. Even from a distance, he could smell your feminine scent wafting over. Such a minx was hiding beneath your hardened personality. It pleased him to see this pathetic side of yours.

Screw that. He didn’t feel a single ounce of guiltiness.

Mirroring your actions, he removes his coat. Rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt to reveal toned arms as he strides towards you. His pants were getting way too tight for comfort.

He yearned to take his time. To draw out those lewd sounds from you until you couldn’t move before, he would fuck you senseless. But for now, he would satisfy with his cock buried balls deep in that soaking cunt.

“I thought I said strip?” He thunders, voice cracking with authority “Hands on the wall.”

Obediently, you turn around, palms braced on the wall as you heard the shuffling of a belt being unbuckled and the zipper pulled downwards. Each sound amplified by the silence of the room merely makes your breath hitch in anticipation.

Dazai lets out a low hiss as his cock springs free, the cool air provides relief to his throbbing aching cock. The sight of your pump ass bared willingly for his use made him grin in sick delight, he definitely made the right choice of dropping by to visit Chuuya last night.

You feel fingers rub your pussy through the flimsy material and it sends a tingling jolt of pleasure straight up. “Dazai.” The whimper leaves your lips before you know it.

“Since you’ve been such a good girl,” In an instant, your panties are hooked downwards and a pair of fingers plunged deep into your soaking cunt. He stretches your hole open and the sensation makes you roll your eyes back. Was it three fingers now? You weren’t even sure. His fingers were so much bigger, thicker than your own as they filled you.

You were wet, so fucking wet he could hear the slick sounds of your fluids as he thrusts in and out, making sure to curl his fingers inwards as he sets a relentless pace that has you gasping. Involuntarily, you began to buck into his fingers in a pitiful attempt to quell the hunger in you.

Fuck, were you riding his fingers?

Dazai wonders if he can even fit in you, with the ways your walls are practically clamping down on his fingers as your moans fill the room. The thought makes him harder than he thought was possible.

Your moans turn into pleas as he withdraws his fingers, your bra is torn free and you turn around to gaze at him.

He nearly comes at your gaze, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes, a deep blush paints your cheeks and the smell of your cunt all over his fingers. Your hair is artfully tousled as you continued to look at him with those large pleading eyes.

“Dazai.” He shudders from the way his name rolls off your tongue like honey. Call him crazy but he wanted to record that sound and play it on loop over and over again until he was drunk on you, drunk on your very presence. It would have struck him as innocent if it weren’t for the fact that your cunt is practically pressed eagerly on his erection.

Dazai extends his hand to your face, fingers trace your now swollen lips and you open them eagerly. For a moment he closes his eyes, your tongue drags a slow trail up his fingers as you can taste yourself on them. Your saliva mixes with your own fluids and they way your pretty lips are taking his fingers he cannot wait for them to be wrapped around his cock instead.

He makes a mental note to thank Mori.

Blunt nails sink into your hips as he lines himself against your entrance. Slowly, he slides the tip of his cock against your juices and the contact alone sends a jolt of pleasure through your body.

Gently, well as gently as he could manage with his wavering self-control, he slides the head into your cunt. He can’t help the low growl. It’s an animalistic sound, too full with lust at the feeling of your heat around his cock. The tears fall when he enters you, an undeniable mixture of both pain and pleasure as he stretches you.

You shuddered, feeling Dazai rock himself deeper into you. Fingers scrabble against the wall as you let out a low-pitched whine of discomfort. “Shhhh,” you feel his heated breath puffing on your ear, the feeling of his shirt on your bare back as he leans forward. “It won’t hurt anymore.” His voice was somehow a tone deeper; the husky tone alone makes you even wetter.

Of course, the bastard was still clothed.

As he leans forward his cock pushes slowly into your cunt until he’s fully in. God, it was all he could do to stay still, let you adjust to his size. Your hot walls were practically sucking him in, your stuttering gasps were a clear indication that you hadn’t been ready. But how could he resist when you looked at him that way? You had been so adorable, just wanting to be filled up.

He recalls your body tight suit and the delicious roll of muscles when you fought him. The sight of your blood blooming the colour of budding roses across smooth skin was ethereal.

Even with his cock only buried in you, you had to pant in ragged breaths. He was large, so large and heavy. Tears blurred your vision when you feel him throb in you. “I’m going to start moving now,” he said and began to move in slow deep strokes deep in your cunt. Each languid stroke of his cock seemed to kiss your cervix with how lengthy he was.

The relief it provided was beginning to overpower the stinging discomfort as you were met with a thrilling tension every time his cock connected in that pleasurable spot in you. With your fluids coating his dick, it was all too easy to slide in you faster and faster bringing forth a string of sweet moans from your open mouth.

Dazai grunts, a finger reaching up to rub your clit rewards him with a loud cry from your sensitive body. He sneers, still maintaining the relentless pace of his cock slamming you. “Not so powerful, now aren’t you? Just another little girl begging for my cock.” You can feel his belt rubbing against your calves as his powerful hips slam into you. The irresistible heat of your cunt hugging his cock is making it hard for him to hold back the urge to just wreck you for his own satisfaction.

“Ngh-no.” You manage to gasp over the sounds of his skin slapping yours. The thought of Dazai making you cum was undesirable but with the way his fingers flicking your clit sent another pleasurable wave down your body and his cock pumping in you. You could feel yourself being pushed over the edge with every motion.

You doubt that you are even capable of speech with the way he’s abusing your cunt. Nimble fingers continue to rub wickedly at your clit, propelling you further into ecstasy, his length curved so perfectly inside you. Each plunge of his sinful hips brushed against your sensitive spot, stroking the flames of your pleasure higher and higher.

For a moment, you could see white spots exploding across your vision as you cried out your orgasm. Back arched into his chest, his cock still pumping furiously into you when you come. Dazai growled at the way you clamped down on him and you felt his pace change into a sloppier gait as your walls practically milked him dry. The pressure of your pussy pulsing around his cock is intoxicating, so fucking good.

“Such a good girl huh, taking me all the way like this.” You could only shiver in response, still recovering from your euphoric high. All sense seemed to be gone as Dazai fucked your limp body like a beast, only intent on bringing about his own orgasm.

Strong arms wrapped you against his heaving chest so you were pulled up in an awkward position, but he didn’t seem to mind as his dick plunged even deeper than possible. With the new position, you feel his haggard breathings even louder against the side of your neck, teeth sink into the side of your neck hard enough to draw blood, eliciting a cry of pain from you. A free hand reaches up to roll your stiff nipples between his fingers, the soft weight of your breasts sends him insane.

How could a single person be so tempting? Holding your naked body still as he gave a few more jerky thrusts. “Fuck, ye-yeah.”

He pumped his cum into you, cock twitching as you felt a warm gush of liquid flood your trembling cunt. His iron grip kept you from moving, forcing you to take in every last drop of his semen.

Finally, he felt his cock soften as he drew out, relishing the way his cum was dripping out your cute little cunt. Tiredly you slump against his chest, too worn out to form a coherent sentence. Your head still muddled from the drug he had sneaked into your body as Dazai wraps his arms around your smaller body, drawing you close. He felt amazing, you felt amazing.

It had been such a long time since he had a good fuck, already he could envision all the different ways he would torment your sensitive little body, to hear those kittenish mewls you would make when under his mercy.

You left him craving for more, like a hungry man placed before a buffet. Perhaps this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

It was oddly reassuring to have his warmth on your body. One hand reaches up to swipe your hair off your forehead. “You did such a good job.” You hear him croon, delight is evident in his voice. He can’t seem to keep his hands to himself, they fluttered all over your body, fixing your hair, threading his fingers in yours.

“Shut up.”

“Well,” he drawls, tone oozing with cockiness “Did you enjoy the show Chuuya?”

What?

Instinctively you follow his gaze upwards to a small camera tucked away neatly in the corner. Oh God, he had been watching all this time?

At your startled wide-eyed gaze, Dazai grins. “I bet he can’t wait for his turn, can he?”

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Bungou Stray Dogs Wan!

The following is the most up-to-date list of all the Bungou Stray Dogs Wan! chapters!

[LAST UPDATED: JUNE 18, 2020]

This list is subject to change. I will be updating it from here on out!

@slugtranslation-bsd and @shinjuu-is-never-lonely are currently translating! Slug is doing it from the beginning, and Shinjuu is picking up the more recent chapters! Please check their blogs for the latest updates!

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BUNGOU STRAY DOGS WAN !! CHAPTER 60 (PART 1 & 2)

IT’S BEEN 3 WEEKS !!! I UPLOADED IT !!! ok then, this time is about port mafia picnic together and something happened to Chuuya’s… ?? and Akutagawa really precious here !!! > <

on next weeks onward (unknown till when) I really free so I can make a progress to my eisuke episode 0 then eisuke masquerade card translation…!!!

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THE WICCAN REDE

The Wiccan Rede is a statement that provides the key moral system in your Path. It’s important to acknowledge, in any discussion about the Rede that this is simply a guideline. There is a significant amount of variance from one path to the next and even from one individual to another. There is a good deal of room for interpretation and personal alteration. Many Wiccans even choose to claim the shorter rendition which reads simply as such:

SHORT VERSION

“Eight words the Rede fulfill, ‘And it harm none, do what ye will.”

“An” is an unnecessarily archaic way of saying “as long as” or “if.” It’s intended to be conditional. If this happens, that happens. It’s a “cause-and-effect” statement. It implies that “doing no harm” is transitory, because it is a condition that might, or might not, be present. If you are doing no harm, then you can do what you will.

I would argue that “doing no harm, ever” is simply not possible. Have you ever eaten a steak? The cow was butchered and you consumed it. How about a celery stick? That plant was destroyed for your sustenance. It’s not realistic to believe that one can live life and do no harm; just that one should go out of one’s way to minimize harm!

A Wiccan should do their best not to cause harm; and that means that we should do our best to consider the effects of everything we do; magickally or otherwise. Moral decisions should then be made according to what is going to cause the least harm, including to ourselves.

FULL VERSION (Angelfire Rendition)

“Being known as the counsel of the Wise Ones: Bide the Wiccan laws ye must, in perfect love and perfect trust. Live and let live, fairly take and fairly give. Cast the Circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.

To bind the spell every time, let the spell be spake in rhyme. Light of eye and soft of touch, speak ye little, listen much. Honor the Old Ones in deed and name, Let love and light be our guides again. Deosil go by the waxing Moon, sing and dance the Wiccan rune. Widdershins go when the moon doth wane, and the Werewolf howls by the dread Wolfsbane.

When the Lady’s Moon is new, kiss thy hand to Her times two. When the Moon rides at Her peak then your heart’s desire seek. Heed the Northwind’s mighty gale; lock the door and trim the sail.

When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss thee on the mouth. When the wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast. When the West wind blows o'er thee, departed spirits restless be.

Nine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them quick a’ burn them slow. Birch in the fire goes, To represent what the Lady knows. Oak in the forest towers with might, In the fire it brings the God’s insight. Rowan is a tree of power, Causing life and magick to flower. Willows at the waterside stand, Ready to help us to the Summerland.

Hawthorn is burned to purify, And to draw faerie to your eye. Hazel-the tree of wisdom and learning, Adds its strength to the bright fire burning. White are the flowers of Apple tree, That brings us fruits of fertility. Grapes grow upon the vine, Giving us both joy and wine. Fir does mark the evergreen, To represent immortality seen. Elder is the Lady’s tree, Burn it not or cursed you’ll be.

Four times the Major Sabbats mark, In the light and in the dark. As the old year starts to wane, The new begins, it’s now Samhain. When the time for Imbolg shows, Watch for flowers through the snows. When the wheel begins to turn, Soon the Beltaine fires will burn. As the wheel turns to Lammas night, Power is brought to magick rite. Four times the Minor Sabbats fall, Use the Sun to mark them all.

When the wheel has turned to Yule, Light the log the Horned One rules. In the spring, when night equals day, Time for Ostara to come our way. When the Sun has reached it’s height, Time for Oak and Holly to fight. Harvesting comes to one and all, When the Autumn Equinox does fall. Heed the flower, bush, and tree , By the Lady blessed you’ll be. Where the rippling waters go, Cast a stone, the truth you’ll know. When you have and hold a need, Harken not to others greed. With a fool no season spend, Nor be counted as his friend. Merry Meet and Merry Part, Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.

Mind the Three-fold Law you should, Three times bad and three times good. When misfortune is enow, Wear the star upon your brow. In love you must be ever true, Unless your love is false to you.

Eight words the Rede fulfill, ‘And it harm none, do what ye will.’“

BREAKING IT DOWN

Now isn’t that a mouthful! Believe it or not, each line has its own special meaning, which of course is up for personal interpretation from the individual. Here are some examples from Angelfire to get you started in your studies.

“Bide the Wiccan Laws ye must, In perfect Love and perfect Trust.” Basically, this refers to Perfect Love and Trust in the Divine, not necessarily in a human person. Remember, all Wiccans are human first, and they will have the same faults and shortcomings as everyone else. Honor them for their knowledge and experience, but don’t expect them to be saints! “Live and let all else live, Fairly take and fairly give.” Pretty self-explanatory… “Cast the Circle thrice about, To keep unwelcome spirits out.” This refers to casting the circle first with your athame, sword, staff, or whatever tool you use, then casting again around fully with salt & water, then a third casting is done with the Incense. (Not necessarily in that order - it goes by tradition) “To bind the spell every time, Let the spell be spake in rhyme.” This refers to your "younger self” or subconscious mind, which hears and reacts more quickly and more fully to rhymes and chants. It also makes it fun for your inner child, and this will enhance your magickal workings.

“Light of eye and soft of touch, Speak ye little, listen much.” “Light of eye” is an injunction against staring forcefully at another, and comes from the “evil eye”. Be gentle in both your gaze and touch. Avoid violence! The second line has always been sage advice. “Honor the Old Ones in deed and name, Let love and light be our guides again.” Similar to "Honor thy father and mother” but this means anyone elder, not just family. Somehow politeness is being lost in today’s society. “Deosil go by the waxing moon, Sing and dance the Wiccan rune.”

"Deosil” means clock-wise, or sun-wise, and the waxing moon is from New Moon to just before the Full Moon, while the moon is “filling out. This is the time to ask for what you want to have joyful in your life. "Rune” is another name for spell, but specifically a rhymed, chanted, spell working. This is evolved from the use of a single rune (such as today are used for divination) to represent the person’s desire.

“Widdershins go when the moon doth wane, and the Werewolf howls by the dread Wolfsbane.” Now “widdershins” is counter clockwise, and the waning moon is after the full moon, when it is “dwindling.” This is the time to get rid of unwanted habits, weight, bad feelings, or anything you wish to be rid of. “Baneful” comes from “banish” and that’s what it means. “When the Lady’s moon is new, Kiss the hand to Her times two.” It was the custom in days gone before to send kisses to the New Moon. It must have been a very wide spread custom as I have seen references to the Inquisition warning people that those who did it would be closely watched for signs of heresy and witchcraft! “When the moon rides at Her peak, Then your heart’s desire seek.” This of course is the Full Moon, and the time when the magick of the Moon is at full power. “Heed the North winds’ mighty gale, Lock the door and trim the sail.” These next four verses are “wind wisdom” and refer to the times when the wind comes from the four directions, and also refers to the four seasons. The North wind is well known for the winter storms it brings. Lock everything up tight!

“When the wind comes from the South, Love will kiss thee on the mouth.” The warm southern wind brings Springtime, when young fancies turn to romance. “When the Wind blows from the East, Expect the new and set the feast.” The second line refers to the tendency the East wind has to bring changes, and unexpected visitors. “When the West wind blows o'er thee, Departed spirits restless be.” The West is the direction that the souls of those passing on to the Summerland will take. (I suppose they have to work harder when the wind is against them!) “Nine woods in the Cauldron go, Burn them quick a’ burn them slow.”

Nine woods are placed in the Beltain fires and each one is significant. “Birch in the fire goes, To represent what the Lady knows. Oak in the forest towers with might, In the fire it brings the God’s insight. Rowan is a tree of power, Causing life and magick to flower. Willows at the waterside stand, Ready to help us to the Summerland. Hawthorn is burned to purify, And to draw faerie to your eye. Hazel-the tree of wisdom and learning, Adds its strength to the bright fire burning. White are the flowers of Apple tree, That brings us fruits of fertility. Grapes grow upon the vine, Giving us both joy and wine. Fir does mark the evergreen, To represent immortality seen. Elder is the Lady’s tree, Burn it not or cursed you’ll be.” Count them, Elder is the 10th tree, and the Balefire only gets Nine. This is a warning to those who would burn the elder, and refers to the English elder, but I don’t burn the American one either. “Four times the Major Sabbats mark, In the light and in the dark.” The eight Sabbats are divided in two: the Major and Minor Sabbats. The Major Sabbats are: Samhain, Imbolc, Beltane, and Lammas. “As the old year starts to wane, The new begins, it’s now Samhain.” For many Wiccans, Samhain marks the New Year and is the most important Sabbat. It’s the time to remember the ancestors, and the time to celebrate the harvest and all that has been accomplished over the year. “When the time for Imbolg shows, Watch for flowers through the snows.” Imbolg, is a preparation for spring. At Imbolg, Wiccans clean and organize their living environments, as well as their minds and hearts, in preparation for the upcoming season of growth. It’s a time to shake off the doldrums of late winter and light the fires of creativity and inspiration. “When the wheel begins to turn, Soon the Beltaine fires will burn.” Beltane is the time of the marriage and union of the Goddess as Mother Earth and the God of the Greenwood. It is an ancient fertility festival marking the beginning of the planting cycle. The festival was to ensure a good growing season and a bountiful harvest. Beltane is light-hearted and joyful. “As the wheel turns to Lammas night, Power is brought to magick rite.” For the ancient Pagans, Lammas was a time of both hope and fear. They held hope for a bountiful harvest and abundant food, but they feared that the harvest wouldn’t be large enough and that the cold months would be filled with struggle and deprivation. At Lammas, modern Wiccans also face their fears, concentrate on developing their own abilities, and take steps to protect themselves and their homes.

“Four times the Minor Sabbats fall, Use the Sun to mark them all.” Now these Sabbats are called “Minor” simply because they happen at the start of the season, when the sun is just entering the Fixed Astrological signs of the four seasons. All of the Sabbats are considered “solar, meaning that they are calculated by the sun. These Minor Sabbats include Yule, Ostara, Litha, and Mabon. “When the wheel has turned to Yule, Light the log the Horned One rules.” Yule is the longest night and the shortest day of the year. Some Wiccans consider Yule to be either the year’s beginning or the end. This is the time to celebrate the return of the light. Yule is the solar turning of the tides, and the newborn Sun offers a fresh start and, literally, a new day. It’s a time of renewal and hope. “In the spring, when night equals day, Time for Ostara to come our way.” Winter is now over. Light is increasing. The day and night are equal in length at the equinox. Spring has arrived or is coming soon. Ostara is the time of fertility, birth, and renewal. The ice is thawing, and the growing season for plants and animals begins. Growth is the theme of the day.

“When the Sun has reached it’s height, Time for Oak and Holly to fight.” Litha is the longest day and the shortest night of the year. Light triumphs, but will now begin to fade into darkness as autumn approaches. The crops are planted and growing. The woods and forests have reached their peak fullness. This is the time of abundance for wildlife, including people! The holiday is joyous. “Harvesting comes to one and all, When the Autumn Equinox does fall.” At Mabon, the day and the night are equal in length, in sublime balance. For many locations, Mabon coincides with the final harvest of grain, fruits, and vegetables. Mabon, also called Harvest Home, is the time of thanksgiving. The beauty and bounty of summer gives way to the desolation of winter, and the darkness overtakes the light.

“Heed the flower, bush, and tree, By the Lady blessed you’ll be.” All life is Sacred to the Goddess, and proper respect should be shown for the sacrifice of Her Creatures and Plants so that we may eat and survive. “Where the rippling waters go Cast a stone, the truth you’ll know.” This is referring to a water divination, where one tosses a pebble into the surface of still water to watch the ripples and divine the future. “When you have and hold a need, Harken not to others greed.” One should not do magick out of greed, but out of need. So if someone offers you money to do a spell for them, what is your motivation? And what is theirs? Do you want to attract dependent people to you who could possibly put so many demands on your energy that you have no time for yourself? This one is thought provoking, isn’t it? “With a fool no season spend, Nor be counted as his friend.” Or in other words, people know you by the company you keep…. “Merry Meet and Merry Part, Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.” Also self explanatory… we’re all pretty happy to see one another, and open expressions of affection are encouraged. “Mind The Threefold Law you should, Three times bad and three times good.” The Threefold Law is a religious tenet held by some Wiccans that states that whatever energy a person puts out into the world, be it positive or negative, will be returned to that person three times. “When misfortune is enow, Wear the star upon your brow.” In this form, it means to open your third eye and listen to your higher self/Spirit Guide/Guardian Angel whenever you find yourself in difficulties. “In love you must be ever true, Unless your love is false to you.” A witch does not give her or his word lightly… and a vow of true love is also not spoken lightly. However, if your lover is untrue to you they have already broken vows with you. “Eight words the Rede fulfill, ‘And it harm none, do what ye will.’” This is the law by which most Wiccans live, with harm to none.

WHAT’S YOUR RENDITION?

As mentioned before, in any discussion about the Rede, this is simply a starter’s guideline. There is a significant amount of variance from one Path to the next and even from one individual to another. It’s all about your personal beliefs, your key moral system in your Path. There is a good deal of room for interpretation and personal alteration. With that being said, I want to know your personal Rede! Do you use a pre-written traditional Rede or your own Rede? Leave a comment or reblog with your own version (if you’d like to share) and (if you have the time) what it means to you!

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