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awoogayanderes · 11 months

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BSD MEN WITH THEIR TOXIC TRAITS

➪ characters : osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, ryūnosuke akutagawa, fyodor dostoevsky, sigma, saigiku jouno

➪ other notes : i love writing silly angst with silly characters from my favorite silly anime / manga <3 non-edited

osamu dazai :

running away at any conflict with you

- whilst dazai has a lot of toxic traits and red flags, this issue is the biggest one by far

- running away is all dazai has left when it comes to arguing with you

- you’re someone he can’t lose, so instead he pushes everything under the rug, expecting it to go away

- you don’t dare mention his habit, but this fighting and forgetting habit has your hands tied together, not knowing what to do

- one minute you’re at each other’s throats, the next minute he’s gone, with uncomfortable silence choking you

- when you wake up, he’s hugging you tightly in the middle of his sleep as if your previous night’s encounter never existed

- he brings small bouquets of flowers to you when he comes back, wilting away once you get up and put them in a vase

- it’s almost a routine at this point, you fight, he leaves, you go to sleep angry, he comes back with flowers and lies next to you

- a relationship is staying with each other when things get difficult at times, but what happens when they leave you and come back into your arms with no other words said ?

chuuya nakahara :

over possessiveness and accusing of cheating

- this all roots from his previous betrayals where he thinks he’s found a family, only for it to be gone in a split second

- he’s a darling partner except that he can’t seem to trust you as much as he tries to

- ‘it’s just for precaution’ he says when he sends his men to be with you when you go out, it makes you feel weird having someone by you at all times

- if he ever gets the feeling that you’re being too friendly with a random waiter it always ends up with him accusing you of cheating on him

- you beg him to believe you when you say that you aren’t like the people he had in his life before, that you wouldn’t leave him

- he wants to trust you but when someone gets too close to you, it’s almost like a primal instinct to get you away from them

- he spoils you to no end but nothing materialistic compares to being alone without someone breathing down your neck

- it’s overwhelming not having time to yourself, always being surrounded by someone because they’re afraid to lose you

- you love him like a human so why does he love you like a trophy in fear of betrayal ?

ryūnosuke akutagawa :

lashing out at you for caring

- what else were you expecting when you started dating someone with so much trauma that he can only express with anger

- he doesn’t mean to lash out at you for no reason, he wants to make it work but instead of improving, his attitude continues to grow

- he doesn’t like you “nagging” at him to take better care of himself

- you know that there’s a big brick wall that stops you from reaching his heart but at what point is too much, too much

- when you nod at him after he screams at you, it almost angers him more because he thinks you aren’t listening even though you are, not wanting to argue back and cause more chaos

- there’s times where he makes up for his behavior, sometimes he picks a random flower from grass and gives it to you

- he doesn’t know why he gets so angry that you care for his wellbeing, isn’t that what couples normally do for each other

- it’s saddening seeing the own man you let into your life berate you for no reason

- it’s so hard to love someone who just seems to loathe you so much even with his small actions of caring

fyodor dostoyevsky :

seeing himself as your superior and seeing you as a pawn in his own game

- another man with a shitload of red flags and toxic traits, this one rising above them all

- he cares about you, he does ! but not in the way you’d like, he cares about you like how humans care about their pets

- sure he’d give you the world if he could, but he’d also give you up for his ideal world if it ever came down to that

- a relationship is a balance where each partner sees the other one as an equal, yeah not with fyodor it’s not

- you’ve proven your worth to him so many times for him to see you as the same as his level, instead it just makes you seem as a pawn under his control

- despite this, there are times where it almost seems that he cares about you like a person should, when you’re hanging onto his arm walking in a park humming quietly

- he indulges in your needs every so often, not before bringing you right back down to your place beneath him

- not even death would allow you to escape this cycle of rising and being kicked down

- why does he expect you to see him as the righteous hand of god when he sees you as a mere pawn ready to be sacrificed

sigma :

unintentionally guilt tripping you every time you get frustrated at him

- he’s been used so many times, his naivety is something he hates to the core, all he wants is someone to settle down with, a family

- he’s another sweetheart partner when you can push past the teary eyes and begging for you to not be mad at him and to not leave him

- his biggest fear is losing you, someone who doesn’t use him, he’d rather abandon his casino than end his relationship with you

- whilst he doesn’t realize, you notice his wording when he begs you to stay, often saying that he’s nothing without you, that he’d rather die than be without you

- maybe it’s heartwarming for the first few times but once it becomes a cycle you start to truly wonder if he’d actually go crazy without you or if it was all bluff

- even then, you can’t deny him when he guilts you into staying, he doesn’t know any better

- if you ever mention this to him, he’ll burst into tears, thinking you were breaking up with him, it takes hours trying to convince that you were here to stay

- it’s a repeating cycle he doesn’t notice and you can’t break for the sake of both of you

- love is a powerful thing, powerful enough to guilt you into staying with a man who loves you a bit too much

saigiku jouno :

putting his work above you at all costs

- he swore to protect those that need him, he’s not going to break that just for you

- you knew what you were getting into when you started dating the hunting dog, yet sadness can’t help but fill you when he misses important events with you

- after all you’ve been through with him, and not a single happy birthday text, not a single note for your anniversary, nothing

- he knows when you’re upset with him even if he can’t see your face, he can feel you rejecting his touch, and that’s when he reminds you of what he swore and what you agreed to

- it doesn’t help when he has his snarky attitude and almost mocking voice explaining to you why he can’t just walk out of a meeting

- despite this, he does love you, otherwise he wouldn’t waste his time on you, he loves that you still stick with him no matter what

- you really don’t ask for much, you understand his work and what he has to do, but he still thinks you make a big deal out of nothing

- as hypocritical as it sounds, he always expects you to be there for him even if he’s not

- you knew you were never going to be his first priority but it hurts so much more when he makes sure you know

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asimpforyagami · 3 days

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BSD MEN REACT TO YOU BAKING COOKIES FOR THEM AFTER A BAD DAY.

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★ FT. ─ dazai , chuuya , ranpo , akutagawa

!! TAGS ─ fluff, pure fluff, hurt/comfort, angst

"i know you had a bad day, so i made you cookies"

ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ.

It wasn't abnormal for someone like you to see Dazai cry. Nevertheless, it'd make him feel embarrassed, even pathetic for showing his emotions to you in such a way. And somewhere in his mind, he could see the faint looks of pity on your face every time he broke down, eyes glossy as he'd remember his old days at the Port Mafia with his perfect little friend group.

He was Osamu Dazai. He had experienced pain, loss, a few fleeting moments of joy, and so much. He had been through a lot. He did not need anyone's sympathy - even yours.

This day was, hence, nothing out of the ordinary. Dazai had trudged back home with heavy steps, dismissing your questions about his whereabouts and remarks about how drenched he got in the rain.

He had gone straight into the bathroom and locked himself in. It didn't matter how many years had passed since Oda's death. It would always feel like yesterday to him, so close yet so far away. It would always rip his heart out how if he had been there just a few moments earlier, he could never have had to watch his only friend die.

He sank to his knees near the wash basin and cried.

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There was a knock on the door. Dazai scrambled to his feet to open it. He was in the bedroom after another breakdown, locked away.

"Dazai?" he heard your soft voice from outside the door. His heart warmed up a little and he opened the door.

"I know you had a bad day," you said, holding out a plate of freshly baked cookies, "so I baked you cookies."

Dazai looked down at the plate for a moment, then looked back up at you. He felt numb. He felt disoriented. Slowly, he reached out to break one cookie with his fingers and ate it.

"This... this is amazing," he said quietly, tears blurring his vision, threatening to break him down once more.

"It's not much. They're only chocolate chip," you waved a hand off. "Do you like them?"

"Yeah," he replied in a breathy voice. "Yeah, I do."

His ruined day had been perfected by a mere batch of cookies. As you urged him to have more, he finally smiled.

How could someone be so kind?

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ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ.

Chuuya was no stranger to drinking and passing out on his couch only to be woken up by you late at night so that he could come to the bed and sleep comfortably there. He felt pathetic for using wine and alcohol as a means of coping with loneliness, especially after Dazai left the Port Mafia.

"Chuuya?" you whispered softly in his ear.

He stirred in his sleep, one hand hanging off the couch while empty bottles crowded on the floor.

"Chuuya."

His eyelids fluttered open, and with a groan, he shifted on the couch, his hand instinctively reaching for the bottle that lay within arm's reach.

But before he could grasp it, you gripped his hand gently.

"No," you said firmly.

He paused to look at you before rubbing his eyes with his other hand and sitting up.

"I baked you cookies," you murmured, sitting on the couch beside him.

It was only then that Chuuya noticed his favourite cookies decorating a plate that sat on the table in front of him. You leaned forward to grab two cookies, shoving one in your mouth and the other in his.

With his mouth stuffed with a cookie, he couldn't help but stare at you as the events of the entire day crashed onto him all at once. A tear slipped from his eye - of joy, admiration or sadness, he did not know. But as he stared lovingly at the way you playfully scolded him for not including you in the drinking session, your voice muffled from the food, there was only one thought that crossed his mind.

How could he ever be stupid enough to believe that he was lonely when he had you?

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ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ.

Ranpo was not the type to cry in front of people. With his child-like confidence, very few people had ever actually seen him in a vulnerable state.

So it was distressing when he realized you saw right through his fake smile. He felt like an idiot for not predicting that you would get to know about how upset he was after the President scolded him.

He lay on his bed. Even thinking was too tiring for him right now. His hair was all over his face, his head pressed against his pillow. There was a knock on the door, and he spoke in a quiet voice, "Come in."

You entered with a plate of cookies. They were shaped like little stars, each with a different flavour and colour. You set the plate next to the nightstand and gave him a soft smile.

"I know you had a bad day, so I baked you cookies."

"You... you did?" he whispered, his voice cracking as he slowly sat upright to look at you in the eyes.

"I tried. I don't know how they taste. I wanted you to be the first one to take a bite."

He nodded and you sat down on the floor, looking up at him and putting a cookie in his mouth gently. Ranpo opened his mouth and felt the savoury taste of your baking.

"I like it," he hummed.

"Really? Do you want me to make some more for you tomorrow?"

"You will?" his face brightened up genuinely. "I love you!"

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ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ.

Akutagawa was one to hide emotions from everyone. He did not like to let others think of him as human, but rather as a creature to be feared, and someone to be proud of to Dazai.

Since the night Dazai had been abducted and Akutagawa had interrogated him, the latter had been quiet. He was never to talk too much or overshare, but it could be sensed that something had hurt him deeply.

"Ryuu?" you said softly sitting down next to him.

"No," he looked away, shunning you out before you even got the chance to speak.

"I know you had a bad day," you smiled softly, "so I baked you cookies."

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye before his heart melted. You had the most beautiful look on your face, two hands supporting a plate of cookies. He had never told you what his favourite ones were, frankly he couldn't decide. Sweet things just weren't for him.

But these ones, the ones that you made just for him? These were his favourites. The ones you had made that showed how much you understood him.

At that point, he realized he did not have to change himself to gain the approval he desired in the past. He had already won in life the moment he met you.

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riiwrites · 4 months

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boyfriend!atsushi who…

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pre-boyfriend!atsushi who first meets you through dazai, finding out you were a trainee for their local cafe.

pre-boyfriend!atsushi who becomes star struck the moment he sees you, thinking you’re just so beautiful.

The bell chiming as the two men walked in signalled their arrival, also signalling you to turn around in instinct and to see your only loyal customer, Dazai Osamu with a boy who seemed to look younger than him. You turn around with a smile.

“Dazai-san.” You smile gently at the man, then your gaze falls on the slightly shorter boy - who’s eyes were wide and his bottom lip was trembling slightly.

“Ahhh, My favourite server!~” Dazai chimes rather loudly, grabbing the boy by the shoulder and pulling him infront of you. “I wanted to introduce you to somebody! This here is our newest member, Atsushi! I’ll let you two get acquainted~” He says with a devilish smirk as he walks over to the seating booth.

You look at the paleish boy with the tinted cheeks which were now heating up due to staring at you..and up so close too, he truly thought you were the most beautiful thing he ever saw.

“Oh my..are you alright?” You ask kindly, a look of concern painting your features as you reach the back of your hand out and press it against his cheek gently. “You’re burning up.”

He could only stand there with his lip trembling as he swallows a lump in his throat he didn’t even know existed until he acknowledged it. He looks off to the side to see Dazai giving him a little smirk as he then turns back to you.

“Y-yes, I’m..quite alright, thank you. Y-you’re really..pretty.” He admits, slapping his hand over his mouth as his eyes go wide once again before stammering.

“I-i mean- the place is pretty, the place you work at is pretty..!”

You can’t help but giggle at his corrections, nodding as you take his order and he goes to sit down.

Little does he know though, you knew what he had meant, and decided to take action.

pre-boyfriend!atsushi who goes back to Dazai with a grimace on his face, disappointed by how he made his first impression.

pre-boyfriend!atsushi who then notices a little sticky note on the bottom of his plate when he’s about to eat.

pre-boyfriend!atsushi whos face lights up in an instant when he sees your number on the post it, asking if he wants to meet sometime soon.

boyfriend!atsushi who uses emoticons and kaomojis when texting you, specifically the tiger and cat related ones. ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

boyfriend!atsushi who always ends his text messages off with a little heart <3 at the end because otherwise he’ll think he’s coming off too dry.

boyfriend!atsushi who asks how your day was at the end of the day and when you ask him he likes to give you a detailed description of what went down at his day at the agency.

boyfriend!atsushi who will ask you politely for pictures of your outfits, always saying “it’s fine if not!” but ofc you send them anyway <3

boyfriend!atsushi who compliments you consistently, but not the compliments like ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’ - the compliments like “cute” “pretty” “gorgeous” “beautiful” etc.

boyfriend!atsushi who saves every photo of you that you send him, saving his favourite one as his and other favourite as his homescreen.

boyfriend!atsushi who has too many favourite photos of you that he made a collage of all of them and now has it at his lock-screen <3

boyfriend!atsushi who finds things outside or in the agency and thinks of you, sending you a photo and message saying “this made me think of you :)”

boyfriend!atsushi who doesn’t actually go to dazai for dating advice, but goes to yosano.

boyfriend!atsushi who buys you plushies that remind him of you, in which you now have a whole collection.

boyfriend!atsushi who takes you out on dates such as walks around the park and streets, sight seeing and even the beach.

boyfriend!atsushi who lets kyouka come to the beach and on your walks at times and smiles when he sees you two smiling and walking together, you taking care of her bringing a smile to his face.

boyfriend!atsushi who let kyouka meet you first out of all the agency members except dazai, who you had already known for a while beforehand - and when kyouka tugs atsushis sleeve as they watch you leave after a long day together and she says she thinks you’re really pretty and she likes you alot, his heart warms and he smiles brightly.

boyfriend!atsushi who buries his face into your chest or shoulder whenever he’s upset or anxious, finding your scent and warmth calming to him.

boyfriend!atsushi who always apologises for every minor inconvenience, even though it’s not his fault.

boyfriend!atsushi who feels at ease when you stroke his hair and tell him nothing is his fault at all

boyfriend!atsushi who matches outfits with you

boyfriend!atsushi who gets anxious when you’re out at night alone, him then calling you to make sure you’re okay.

boyfriend!atsushi who fidgets with his fingers when you’re around because he still gets all nervous when he sees you. <3

boyfriend!atsushi who fiddles with your own fingers when you’re sitting on his lap

boyfriend!atsushi who lets you sit beside him and accompany him when he’s working.

boyfriend!atsushi who gets all nervous & blushy when somebody from the agency asks him how you two are doing, specifically ranpo or dazai because they tease him the most.

boyfriend!atsushi who gets angry when somebody bad mouths you or talks down on you like you’re some piece of dirt and stands up for you even if you’re not around.

boyfriend!atsushi who’s too scared to initiate or start any kind of pda or physical affection as he doesn’t wanna startle you or annoy you.

boyfriend!atsushi who you can read like an open book and give him what he secretly wants.

When Atsushi wants something from you, he doesn’t ask normally. Sure, when he’s asking you politely to send him pictures of yourself on text is easy, but that’s different, this is real life. You two were seated next to each-other during the agencies dinner party they had hosted in celebration of a tough case they had cracked in a matter of time, they all were excited to talk to you more as they had only briefly met you a few times during your business in the cafe but they could never properly greet you, so now was a great opportunity.

Not only that, but it was a great opportunity for Atsushi to show some PDA and affection for you, but every-time he gets to think of it, he gets queasy and has to look away from your sweet face for a moment.

Even though you hadn’t seen Atsushis facial expressions, you noticed it all too well. You noticed his fidgety hands he gets when he’s all nervous around you and especially his little glances at your hand which was placed on the table as you spoke to Yosano and Naomi about some unrelated topic over Kunikida scolding Dazai for flirting with the waitress that had came to their table.

When he was looking away, you smile at him as he turns back to see you staring right back at him. He smiles anxiously at you before asking. “Are you alright..? I know they can be a bit much..I-I’m sorry if it’s making you uncomfortable..-“

You cut him off short, leaning forward and speaking to him gently with a kind smile graced on your lips. “Take my hand.” You place your hand infront of him on the table, your palm facing upward as he looks at it, the heat returning once again to his cheeks as he looks back at you, bewildered as if you had actually read his mind.

“W-wha..?”

“Take my hand, love. It’s okay I promise.” You reassure him, to which his shaky lips then turn into a smile, taking your hand softly and placing them both in the middle of you two on the table. Nobody truly noticed except Kyouka until Ranpo had pointed it out rather loudly to everyone in the damn place, sighing dramatically before saying..

“Fiiiinally! Took you guys a while to take the hint and move onto phase two of the relationship! Phew, I truly do feel like the third wheel of this relationship when I can practically see Atsushi-kun sweating through his suit..” He rests his cheek on his palm as he says this as he turns to you two from afar, the table erupting into little giggles and laughs as they watch you giggle with them and Atsushi literally blossom into a red ripe tomato and he laughs nervously as he brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing it gently but also using it as protection to hide his face from everyone’s gaze and teasing.

boyfriend!atsushi who sometimes feels insecure about himself and his relationship with you, but you reassure him with your hands on his cheeks and pepper chaste kisses all over his face.

boyfriend!atsushi who has gained alot more confidence ever since he’s been with you, finding you to be one of the greatest prizes he’s ever won.

boyfriend!atsushi who finds peace with you, finding solace in your arms and comfort within your kind heart <3

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idle-daydreams · 2 months

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HEHEHE what a about possessive yandere starters. "Where do you think you're going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only" Dazai or Chuuya! Or Fyodor It's up to you! Thank you for taking my request I love your works!😌✨✨

I chose Fyodor because this prompt seems to fit him best. I hope its okay :)

Tw: Yandere, mentions of sexual assault and stalking, controlling behaviour

“Where do you think you're going dressed like that?”

You froze, hand still upon the doorknob. “Fyodor,” you said, stomach clenching. “I... was just going to the store for some stuff.”

Fyodor stepped out from the shadows of the living-room, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame. “Your body is for my eyes only,” he said in his flat voice. “Have you forgotten that, my love?”

Your stomach dipped again, almost painfully, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. Fyodor was extremely caring, but his concern could be overbearing at times. “I know that,” you said. “But, I mean, I’m not dressed inappropriately.”

“Are you not?”

You looked away. At one time, you wouldn’t have given the black sweatshirt and leggings you were wearing a second thought, but ever since the accident you’d started to second-guess anything even remotely form-fitting. So your clothes tonight had been an active choice. “No,” you said defensively. “Lots of girls dress like this.”

“At home. Not when they go out alone after dark.”

“It’s fine,” you said, somewhat exasperated. “It’s still light out, and the store is like, ten minutes away.”

“But that outfit leaves too much to the imagination.”

“Its leggings and sweatshirt, not a string bikini,” you snapped.

Fyodor pursed his lips. Immediately, a stab of guilt ran through you. “I-I’m sorry,” you said quickly. “I just - Fyodor, I don’t like it when you tell me what to do. I’ve always worn these kinds of clothes, and it’s been fine.”

“Has it?” Fyodor moved towards you, eyes hooded in the dim light of the hallway. You stopped yourself from instinctively pulling back, reminding yourself that it was only your boyfriend. Fyodor brushed his cold fingers down your cheek, and an uncomfortable flush ran across your skin nevertheless.

“Tell me, which one of us gets catcalled when they go outside, my little dove?” he said. “Which one of us had a stalker following them around? Who got assaulted right around the time we first met?”

“That was different,” you stammered, wishing he could pull away as he leaned in even closer. He was tall and thin, barely there at times; yet at times like these he could be overpowering. “It was late at night then, and I - I should have been more careful, but-”

“But this time it is different, yes? Because it is ‘still light out’? Because it happened that way the other time, so it cannot possibly happen now?”

You jerked as he ran his fingers along the insides of your thighs, quickly and violently. “Fyodor!” you exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” He quickly flipped you over, pressing himself against your body until you could feel his manhood against your ass. Before you could react more than a startled gasp he stepped away, leaving you stumbling.

“I tell you what to do because you aren’t smart enough to be left on your own,” he said flatly. “What I did could be done by anyone, anywhere, at any time. Even at a nearly-empty convenience store while its still light out.”

“It won’t happen again,” you said, shaken by Fyodor’s callousness. “That guy is dead.”

“Yes, it is fortunate that he walked off a bridge and drowned after driving you into a breakdown.”

“I didn’t have a breakdown!”

“Really? You call that night you spent crying in my bed something else, then?” He grasped your chin in a pale hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Is it worth it, [Y/N]?” he asked softly. “Is it worth all of it just to defy me? The months of paranoia, having to abandon your job, your boyfriend, your life - will all of it be worth it just to wear an outfit? Because if you like the attention that much, as to twist my concern into something else, then I certainly will not help you should there be any consequences.”

Tears filled your eyes as you struggled to form an answer. You’d thought you were getting better, moving past the assault and the hellish nightmare of having to flee your home-town just to escape your stalker. But that niggling thought still lived at the back of your mind, the ever-present fear of being hunted again. Fyodor had been kind enough to help you out with settling in Yokohama, but you didn’t want to go through all of it again, and certainly not alone.

“... fine, I’ll change,” you said in a small voice.

“It will be better if you don’t go,” Fyodor said. “I planned to go get dinner anyway, so I will get you whatever you need.”

“That’s fine, thank you.”

“Ah, I’ve frightened my little bird.” Fyodor sighed, pressing his lips to the top of your head. You flinched, but forced yourself to lean in, reminding yourself once again Fyodor was your boyfriend. Who loved you more than anything in the world and had gone above and beyond just to prove it.

If only his touch felt kinder, instead of possessive.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, burying your face in his shoulder.

“I am sorry, my little dove. I did not mean to distress you.” He wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head. “But you have to remember, everything I do or say is to protect you. You need protection, after all. You do not know just how beautiful you are, just how unusual your pure soul is in this world of sinners. And your body is the temple of your perfection. So protect it from others, and keep it only for me.”

#yandere fyodor dostoevsky #yandere bsd #yandere fyodor #yandere imagines #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #yandere bungou stray dogs

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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!Double Blind!

Scenario: Chuuya’s subordinate gets hurt on a mission;what will he do to save them?

Pairing: chuuya x gn!reader

Genre: kinda angst?? Idk what to call this...

Type: oneshot

A/N: OH MY GOD THANK YOU TO THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THIS!!IM SO SORRY YOUR ASK DISAPPEARED BUT THANK GODD I READ IT BEFORE IT DID!!! I HOPE I DID YOUR IDEA JUSTICE! Please feel free to pop back in and lmk!

Gunfire rained down all around you as you lay on the ground,bleeding from your wounds.You applied pressure in an attempt to lessen the blood flow but it did little to stop the red liquid from oozing through the bulletholes.

You felt a hand slide under you and reposition you,holding you close to its owners heart and you immediately felt at peace.

You’d die in the arms of the one you loved; and that was enough.

“Chuuya...”you slurred out,your vision already turning patchy, “hey...”

He looked down at you,panic written all across his face;fear etched within his perfect pointed features.

“What the hell did you do asshole?!I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN POSITION!!!”

“Shhhh shhhh....” you say, the fog now thickening in your mind, “too loud...”

Chuuya scowled, “yeah no shitt?!”

And with that you went limp,he instinctively felt for a pulse and found it.a feint one,but a pulse nonetheless!

He picked you up effortlessly,and although he stood in the middle of a raging field of bullets cries and blood,no harm came to him,he was completely fine;his gravity manipulation having stopped all the bullets that threatened to hurt both you and him.

He looked to the horizon and saw the yokohama skyline.he then looked back to you and was almost amazed at how peaceful you looked,perhaps if he prayed then maybe you’d just magically wake up.

But chuuya nakahara wasn’t known to be lucky and so as his eyes drifted to the skyline of his beloved city,he knew what he had to do.

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The Armed Detective Agency was having a slow day to say the least,and with nothing but Dazai's schemings to entertain them,they were more bored than ever.

"Hey Atsushiiiii," dazai began,"what if the port mafia broke down our door now?????"

"id thank them for saving us from this boredomm!"replied atsushi as he face planted right into the table.

And right as if on cue-

“ WHERES DOCTOR YOSANO??” Came the voice of the fiery ginger mafioso as he came crashing through the window,unscathed as usual.

The entire agency staff looked shocked for a second,before they all jumped into action.

Atsushi activated his ability,kunikida clutched his notebook and pen,kyouka summoned demon snow,and dazai watched without moving a muscle.

Yosano stepped into the room just then,her skirt swishing elegantly as she held a chainsaw casually in her hands.

“You rang mister executive?”she said,a creepy smile donning her usually beautiful features.

Chuuya scowled at the lot of them,but even then he couldn’t hide his desperation.

His lack of action and a witty remark drew their attention to the body in his hands and the blood on his entire body,not his blood of course,but someone’s nonetheless

Yosano put her weapon down before calmly walking over to chuuya after ordering her colleagues to stand down.

“What happened?” She asked,analysing your wounds and searching for a pulse.

“We were ambushed...she was caught in the crossfire...”chuuya said,his voice faltering towards the end

Yosano found the pulse and nodded, “bring them in,i can help them.”

Chuuya complied with her request without question and followed her into her theater where he placed you on the operating table.

“I’ll call you in when she’s done.” Yosano said as she prepared to activate her ability

Chuuya left the theater and went back into the room which held the rest if the agency members.

He stood there awkwardly,ready to defend you and himself if they tried anything.

But all that happened was atsushi asking a question.

“Who are they?”

It was a simple question with a complicated answer,so chuuya simply said,

“Someone important”

Atsushi nodded at that. And sensing the conversation was over,didnt ask any more questions.

The rest of the agency left one by one to run errands and other things,and by the time yosano came back out it was just him and her.

“You got here just in time,” she said “ a second later and it’d have been too late.”

Chuuya,who was staring at the setting sun,turned to her and said, “thank you.you have no idea what you just did...you will be compensated for your efforts I promise,and before you say anything its not from the port mafia,it’s from me.”

Yosano tilted her head to the side.

This was truly peculiar.

But she knew how important a loved one could be,so she didn’t question him.

Chuuya released a heavy breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in.

“What’s their name”

“Y/n l/n” chuuya said, “and thanks to you,” he took a step in yosanos direction, “theyre still alive.”

Yosano couldnt exactly describe the look in chuuyas eyes in that moment, but it was a sort of a mix between,relief and the remnants of anxiety and fear.

She looked at her watch and saw how much time had passed.

“They’re ready now.”

Chuuya nodded before following her to the recovery room.

And there you were,all tucked in and completely fine.

“They still need to recover,but you can take them home in two hours” and with that she left the room.

Chuuya looked down at you and your peaceful self and felt right at home

“Never fucking do that again,you piece of shit.”

Was all he said.

You groaned a little before your eyes fluttered open and scanned your surroundings.

“Wher-” you started before he cut you off and answered all the questions racing through your mind.

“We’re in the ada’s recovery room,you were about to die so we brought you to be healed by their gifted doctor.”

He made it sound as if the decision to bring you there wasn’t completely his call,because you could never know how he felt about you.never.

You processed his statement with a hum.

“Thank you.”

He scowled once again and turned the other way.

“Don’t be fucking stupid again,or ill leave you to die.”

You both knew that wasn’t true,but neither of you said anything.

“I promise i wont,boss.” You said softly.the smile on your face looking like one that was sent from above.

He then started walking towards the door.

But before you could question him he said, “doctor yosano said you’ll be able to leave in two hours,I’ll send a car for you.”

You nodded at him And with that he left.

You loved chuuya nakahara with all your heart but you were just his subordinate, and he’d never feel the same way about you as you did about him...

After his departure,you lay back down to rest and just as usual,chuuya invaded your dreams.

And that night as he fell asleep,you invaded his.

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thevoidstaredback · 22 days

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Morally Grey in a World of Black and White

"Every villain is a hero in their own mind." -Tom Hiddleston

Face down in the dirt was not an ideal way to wake up at all. Chuuya would argue that there were a million other ways an places to wake up that were better than face down in the dirt. One such example would be in a bed, maybe on his side, in a hotel. The best case would let him know where he was. As it now stood, he had no idea where the hell he was.

Normally, in a situation such as this, the logical thing to do would be to get a proper bearings and stock of the situation at hand. Gathering intel should be top priority. How one goes about doing that varies from situation to situation. However, a groan on Chuuya's left had him turning to see what was going on.

Also face down in the dirt, a few feet away, was a kid he'd never met before, but that didn't stop him from recognising him. The kid had a very monochrome colour palette for being a part of the Armed Detective Agency. Chuuya had seen the kid's picture before because of the bounty that had been on his head, and he'd seen an illusion of him at the hospital not even a week ago, but he'd never met the kid. Jinko, for that was what he knew the kid to be called, was Dazai's new protegee. Was that a good thing? Probably not, but that also lead him to hold high expectations of the kid. He was being taught by Dazai Osamu, so the kid had to be at least as skilled as Akutagawa had been when he was under Dazai!

Much like a cat, the kid stretched out on the grass as if basking in the sun before he stiffened and looked over at Chuuya. He didn't make a sound.

Chuuya smirked smugly, "Have a nice nap, Jinko?"

The kid flinched ever so slightly at something before shaking his head, "Where..?"

"No idea."

"Hm." The two let the silence take over again. They'd never interacted before now, so they didn't have much to go off of.

A quick scan of the area alerted the two to no other human presences. There didn't seem to be any animals either. It was weird. Not weird in the way that Yokohama could bost, but weird in the way that there was probably something happening around them that they couldn't figure out yet. It was kind of like the feeling that they both got when Dazai was scheming, but this was somehow worse.

Still holding the distance between themselves, the two made no move to face each other. Chuuya quietly noted the use of common sense in the detective. They'd been enemies not a week ago, but they were the only familiar thing around. Better to have their backs to each other than to the unknown around them.

Jinko hissed something that Chuuya couldn't quite make out before he was pulling him into the tree line. "What the hell?" Chuuya glared.

Jinko shushed him before whispering, "Someone's coming." And wasn't that just swell. Though, Chuuya had to admit that the kid had good instincts. He hadn't even heard anyone coming yet!

A few minutes of hiding in the bushes, there was a break in the plants opposite where the two hid and a kid with - was that green? - green hair stumbled into the clearing. They were obviously injured, but not bleeding. Honestly, they didn't look like a threat at all. As they fell to the ground and pulled out a notebook, they were seeming less like a potential threat and more like and injured bunny.

If Chuuya was confidant in his intel on the ADA, then he knew that the kid beside him would not let this injured bunny be.

Predictably, the were-tiger left the bushes to talk to the kid. Unpredictably, he kept his distance and seemed guarded in a way he hadn't been before. Was it because this green haired kid was a new variable in a new equation? Probably, but that didn't make sense. Jinko was guarded against the kid like he was ready to run, but he'd left his back open to Chuuya, a known enemy.

Enemy wasn't the right word. The Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency had a truce, but it was shaky at best. It would take a while for all parties to get out of the headspace of what was basically an attack on sight order. Hostile was a better word to use when describing their current relationship.

"Hey," the were-tiger said, his voice soft but his stance was ready for a fight.

The green haired kid startled and looked up at the grey haired kid with wide eyes. They looked ready to run and cry at the same time. It was pathetic. It would get them killed in Yokohama.

"Hey," the were-tiger tried again, this time he lowered himself to the ground with his hands up in surrender. It was a compromising position should he need to fight or run. Chuuya shook his head. Maybe Dazia wasn't doing a good job teaching the kid. "I'm a bit lost, could you help me?"

The kid relaxed a bit when Jinko didn't come any closer to him. "Y-yeah. You're in Musutafu in the Chubu Prefecture of Japan."

That...was not where Chuuya last remembered being. He was fairly certain that that wasn't were Jinko last remembered being, either. The situation just got a bit more complicated.

To Jinko's credit, he took the information in stride. "Huh. Cool. I've never been here before," he said, "Could you tell me more about it?"

The green haired kid was almost completely relaxed now and Jinko risked scooting closer. The kid made no move to get away, so Chuuya made himself comfortable. He had the feeling this was going to be a long conversation.

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Atsushi really wanted to wake up from whatever not-dream he was having now. He was certain that he'd fallen asleep in the closet last night after bid Kyoka a good night. So how in world had he gotten here?! And with Nakahara-san of all people! He was glad that the Port Mafia Executive hadn't attacked him when his back was turned. He was also a bit relieved to realize that they were both confused about what was going on.

The kid with green - honest to god, the kid had green hair! - hair was helpful, if not skittish. Not that Atsushi could blame them. Though, they were very forthcoming with information, so that was a good thing. It was a good thing that could get them killed in Yokohama.

Nakahara-san had stayed hidden in the bushes while he talked to the kid. He was glad for that. He'd never officially met Nakahara-san, but he'd heard stories from Dazai and whisper's in dark alleyways. Nakahara-san was a force to be reckoned with and Atsushi was beyond glad that they weren't currently trying to kill or otherwise maim each other.

To Atsushi, Nakahara-san was an intimidating person. He couldn't imagine how this kid would feel should the man come out of hiding suddenly.

Either way, he was gathering information from his only current source. He found out where they were, what time it was, a basic layout of the surrounding area, and some landmarks to look for. Most of it was tourist stuff, but it would be useful to him nonetheless. He wasn't anywhere near being a good detective and was still technically an intern at the Agency, but he'd read enough books as a kid - when he could - and asked Kunikida enough questions to know a bit of what he was doing.

He also was given some extra information that he hadn't been after. The kid's - male, he'd realized and quietly confirmed - name was Midoriya and he was in his final year before high school. Smart of the kid to not give away his first name. It was a Friday and schools in the Chubu prefecture had just let out for the weekend.

"I better get going," Midoriya gathered his things and stood up. Atsushi did so as well. "My mom will be wondering where I am soon.

"I understand," Atsushi smiled. He really didn't, but that would only bring up uncomfortable questions that he didn't really have enough training to lie his way through. "Have a safe trip home."

"I will, thank you, Nakajima-san," the kid bowed, "You as well!" Then he was gone.

It was quiet for a minute before the bushes behind him rustled. He didn't bother turning around because he knew who was at his back. Was this a good show of trust? He'd find out in a minute.

"Nice job, were-tiger." Nakahara-san walked closer to him, "I guess they are teachin' ya something at the ADA."

Now is when he turned to face the Port Mafia Executive. "Thanks, Nakahara-san."

The man raised an eyebrow. "How'd ya know my name?"

He shrugged minutely to feign indifference. "Dazai-san likes to talk when he's procrastinating."

Nakahara-san huffed a laugh, "Yeah, that sounds about right."

Another bout of quiet overtook them as the sun set. Finally, Atsushi said, "We're a bit away from home."

"Yeah."

Yokohama was their home. They worked against each other in the past, and are likely to in the future, but Yokohama was their home. It was their place to protect and serve in their own ways. Yokohama was also an independent city-state. It's boarders had been closed long before they'd even been born. Based on what Midoriya had said, they were very much outside of Yokohama. They didn't know what could get them killed here.

"Have you ever been outside the boarders?" Atsushi asked. He suddenly felt very small as he wrapped his arms around his torso and sunk into himself a bit.

"Never." Nakahara-san answered. He suddenly didn't seem as imposing as before.

"Oh."

Part 2

#atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x bnha #bsd x mha #class 1a #heros #villains #izuku midoriya #moral grey area #what even are morals?#what even is this?#sometimes I just have to get things out of my head #enjoy this crossover #I really need to stop making new things when I haven't even finished my old things

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himimosa · 8 months

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nightmare

warnings: a little angst but more like hurt-comfort, spoilers(?) from latest chapters (not exactly any spoilers but of course don't read if you don't want to learn what might happen)

this is how i am coping with latest chapters guys, i am sorry...

All you could sense was a terrifying noise. and red red RED... The fear inside you was almost primal, like a survival instinct. Your brain was screaming at you to run, the common sense of terror in humankind when they meet something much more powerful than them... Something more mystic, dark... And god-like...

All the cells inside your body were craving to escape, but your soul couldn't let that happen... Not when the man who you loved was being destroyed by the said God right in front of your eyes...

You tried to reach for him, but he was so far for you to hold... You were trying to scream, only to realize you didn't have a voice. You started to feel hot, so hot. And while you watching the man you love was vanishing, the heat become unbearable-

You woke up with a deep inhale and jumped upright in your bed. This was the most horrifying dream you ever had. You were trying to get calm by taking deep breaths but you were not doing so well...

The body next to you moved slightly. Then the light turned on, and you saw Chuuya's sleepy face

"Babe? Is everything alright?"

You couldn't help but hug him tightly, burying your face into his chest. Chuuya froze for a second only to hug you tighter right after "Y/N, listen to me... It was only a dream. You are with me, you are fine..."

When he pulled back and looked at you, his heart was crushed by your expression. Your eyes were red as blood and you were trembling with fear. You opened your mouth to talk, then you realized your mouth was so dry...

Chuuya noticed that and poured a glass of water from the jug on the commode for you: "Here, take some water.." He helped you to drink since you were still shaky... He waited patiently for you to catch your breath before you spoke slowly: "You were dying..."

Chuuya squeezed your hand lightly "You can feel this right? This is real. I am here... "

You nodded your head, then you continued "...but Chuuya... it was so... terrifying... someone forced you... to use the corruption... you were not yourself, your body dissolved-" you choked on your words and started to cry harder with remembering the details...

Chuuya wrapped his arms around you again, he started to pat your hair while he was talking with a hushing and soft tone: "Babe... you know this is not likely right?.. There is an oxygen-waste-mackerel who wouldn't let me go apeshit like that.."

You took a deep breath. "..but Chuuya... Dazai was already dead in my dream... he was shot from his head, laying there in blood... when you used the corruption, he wasn't there to stop you..."

You didn't want to say the worst part of your dream for some reason. That part of your dream made you sick, where Chuuya acted like he got possessed by something, and shot Dazai with a gun himself...

Chuuya thought for a minute before speaking again "Not likely... Do you believe and trust me, darling? I know that waste of bandages more than I know anyone else... He is like a little cockroach, even if you cut his head, he would find a way to come back... I know your dream is not likely to happen, you know why?" he asked. You looked at him with your still teary eyes "Because I have you two on my back... I know you wouldn't let anything like that happen to me, you would protect me... Isn't that right?"

You nodded slowly, and Chuuya gave a kiss on your temple.

"God knows, that bastard would rather kill me by his own hands rather than leave me to die by my power " he chuckled. You smiled too. You were feeling a little more relieved than before.

"..Chuuya. Promise to me.. to be even more careful..." you mumbled. Chuuya smiled at your request. He took your hand and kissed the inside of your palm "I promise... Now sleep well darling... I promise I will be right beside you when you wake up, as always" he whispered.

You closed your eyes to have a beautiful dream that was enough to make you forget the old one...

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zenphiaaa · 7 months

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Rare (Chuuya Nakahara)

Chuuya x Informat!Gen!Reader

<> You were an informat for the mafia

<> Information in exchange for protection was the contract you signed with the mafia

<> You never dared to ask questions of the information they were after...don't ever question the mafia it never ends well

<> So the two of you don't actually meet until an outside enemy realizes just how important you are to the mafia

<> The only people who were allowed to know your identity were very limited

<> Not even Chuuya or Dazai when he was in the mafia knew of you

<> So imagine Chuuy's surprise when his next mission is to retrieve you back safe and sound

<> He stared at the photo of you with a fluttering in his chest making his cheeks turn a bright pink unknowingly

<> You were the most beautiful person he had ever saw

<> Now while he was getting ready to go on the resuce mission, you were freaking out

<> Getting kidnapped wasn't on your bucket list but here you were, tied to a chair in a dark room

<> How cliche

<> You couldn't see who your capture was, the voice that kept talking to you never stepped out of the shadows

<> It was certainly odd tho, they haven't touched you yet

<> You were unharmed which meant that back up would be arriving shortly

<> Unless you were acting like prey to whoever was meant to be your savior

And it turns out your instincts were correct. The moment an unfamiliar sound was heard throughout the building, your capture took off without a second thought. You wanted to roll your eyes but you figured this was the chance to make a run for it. You slam your shoes harshly onto the ground twice before a blade slides out from the back of your shoe.

You carefully cut the rope off your body and steadily got to your feet. Removing the blade from your shoe, you then started to move out of the room. You pressed your body up against the door and peered over the opening to check the hallway.

You quickly dashed out to the hallway and kept your body firmly against the wall as you quietly moved to the edge of the hallway. Your breathing quieted as you peaked your head out nd your breath picked up. A figure was shown choking out your kidnapper with a harsh snarl on the figures face. Feeling taken back you duck back into the hallway and let your body fall to the floor.

From what you could tell the figure was from the mafia. You don't know any other organization that could just casually choke someone out. Then again, this whole week has been one full of surprises. Right now you couldn't tell if you trusted your gut or your head.

After the gurgling sounds stopped, you held your breath as those footsteps slowly made their way towards you. Feeling the blade in your hand, you picked yourself up and pressed yourself close to the wall with the blade in your hand, ready.

It was a good thing that those in the mafia had quick reflexes. Your eyes widen in horror as the mafia executive (Chuuya your mind helpfully supplied) looks at your attack with disinterest.

"Mori doesn't train you guys? Geez no wonder you got kidnapped! You think this small peice of crap is enough to stop anyone?" Chuyya spoke with a harshness as he glared at the blade that was still in your hands.

You gasp at him not knowing how to respond. "I'm more of a blackmailer than a fighter." You awkardly smiled.

Chuuya snorts as he let go of your arm and carefully took the blade away from you, "That's why Mori keeps you so close to him right?"

"Oh yeah, I know way too much stuff about him." You laugh.

Chuuya feels his heart skip a beat as he quietly watches you gather yourself. Your photo couldn't compare to the actual beauty that stood before him. Chuuya gluped as he ran his sweaty hands over his pants.

"You good? Your acting like you got poisioned or something." You teased the excutive.

"It's nothin." Chuuya whispered, his face flushed red. You hummed but decided to let it go. "Let' go, Mori wants to talk with you." Chuuya continues as he gently grabs a hold of your hand to guide you out of the building. You let out a quiet sigh but follwoed nevertheless.

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kentocidal · 9 months

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chuuya and “i dont need help and i dont need you either” bc i want to see u suffer <3333 /jjj

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you sat silently in his apartment, a fingernail clinking rapidly against the side of a sweating highball glass filled with melting ice and dark liquor. you had broken in after not hearing from him for a week, not being able to get ahold of anybody close to him in yokohama at all. you couldn’t find him, and it was eating you alive.

you knew it wasn’t wise to break into someone’s home, especially not chuuya’s, especially after he had already thrown you out and kicked you away like an unwanted puppy many times throughout your long history with him.

ever since you tried to get closer to him when you were both young and lost and part of the sheep, he had this hatred for you. something angry and jealous of your smiling face and your ability to care for him. he always shoved you away in favor of going through life on his own. he had stopped speaking to you altogether when you followed him to the port mafia, but eventually gave up on avoiding your kindness and allowed you small crumbs of hope.

leaving you in the dark about his position was customary. leaving you in the dark for a week without any news was a red flag.

you grunted as you knocked back the rest of the liquor in your glass and made a face at the taste. he always had a palate different than yours.

you shifted in your seat to get onto your feet, but instead lurched forward when you heard the front door click open. on instinct, you felt for the gun at your hip and aimed, breath hitching.

instead of some sort of danger or infiltration, it was just chuuya, battered and bruised, his own gun raised towards you, as if he had expected someone to break in.

you lowered your pistol first. “where have you been?”

“how did you get in here?!”

“bedroom window, far right side. you should get better locks.”

“you should stop breaking into people’s apartments!”

“i was worried about you!” he had a point, frankly. you shouldn’t be breaking into people’s apartments to conduct wellness checks. but as part of the port mafia, not only was that your job, it was chuuya’s too.

chuuya clicked his teeth and kicked the door shut, walking over to the island to drop his own gun down onto the granite and take his hat off.

“you’re bleeding, idiot.” you reached out a hand towards his face, only to have it be slapped away by chuuya’s gloves one.

“thank you, captain obvious. i’m fine. leave before i call the police on you for breaking and entering.”

“we both know you can’t do that, firstly,” you sighed watching the way his hands shook as he moved a bar stool closer to him, “and secondly, you had to have expected that i would come looking for you.”

“i did, and i’m mad i was right.” he snapped right back at you, glaring, taking one step and then collapsing heavily into the bar stool like his body was made of lead. you flinched.

“where were you?”

“on a mission. out. busy.” he snarled, reaching across the island for your glass of melting ice and pressing it to his cheek. “will you leave now?”

“no.” you gritted your teeth, doubling down in that stubborn way that made chuuya’s heart squeeze. “you look about ready to pass out. i can’t leave you like this.”

“why are you always so annoying? this is ridiculous! you broke into my apartment, you’re always up my ass trying to coddle me and be something to me that you’re not.” he put the glass down so heavily on the island you thought it was going to shatter. “you’re always doing this — getting yourself so worked up over me and getting in my way. when will you take a hint and back off? i don’t need help, and i don’t need you.”

you take in a soft breath as he says the words to you, knowing that your hurt is written all over your face. he makes a choked sound before gritting his teeth and turning away. “just get out, will you? this is so annoying.”

you bite your lip to stop it from wobbling as you get to your feet and exit out into the hallway via the door this time, shutting it softly behind you. maybe you had always known that chuuya would continue to push you away when all you wanted, at the very least, was to be his friend.

chuuya just couldn’t accept a companionship. he looked at the glass on the table and picked it up, lining his lips with the smudges on the glass to drink the watered down mixture at the bottom, longing for a leftover taste of you he would never find.

#chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #chuuya.txt #angst.txt #els.txt #software update 1.0.0 #event.txt #woodrow.txt

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kaeyx · 2 months

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no thoughts just the idea of d!beastzai sniffling and whimpering while you’re cuddling, you thought he had fallen asleep (he doesn’t actually sleep but you don’t need to know that) so you ask him what’s wrong and he tells you that he had such a horrible nightmare of you leaving him ! :( poor thing, you must understand that he’s just needy like that. the real mystery is whether or not the fear is actual real, but the tears are most definitely not. so he thinks of what any logical being would do to make sure their most loved person ever is still real and not just another dream again? of course he fucks you silly, he’s got to know you’re there and he definitely feels it too

nd some d!beast chuuya crumbs… he’s definitely there because beastzai spends all his time with you now, they’re here as a pair and no you can’t get rid of either of them. i think he would try to figure out why beastzai is so obsessed with you !! not of jealousy but pure curiosity, it’s been a long while since he’s been this interested in anyone, let alone a human… but then he ends up getting obsessed with you too in the process. sorry not sorry <3 they’re already crazy about each other of course they would be crazy about you too !! d!beast chuuya tries to be more discreet about him, he tells off beastzai for being so clingy all the damn time but whenever you’re out doing something and for whatever reason he can’t be there? he’s going through your clothes, he’s smelling them and he’s jerking off. he lays on your bed too, just anything that reminds him of you he’ll take !! and if beastzai’s not with you, then he’s joining d!beast chuuya and teasing him and they’re just both waiting till you get home so that d!beast chuuya can get his frustrations out on BOTH of you. besides they think a punishment should be in order how dare you go where they can’t follow ?

if you thought d!beastzai would leave you a complete mess with your eyes rolled back and your body just taking everything, imagine how both of them would be like. don’t worry too much about their dicks not fitting, they’re demons ! they can shapeshift. if they want to :) but at least you’ll never be not full

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I'm going INSANE over this one thanku..... Beastzai likes to snooze during the day so he can watch over you at night, touching your face gently and stroking your hair, grabbing you and pulling you into him for cuddles. And yes sometimes if he wants extra attention he'll fake having a nightmare and cry, clinging to you and telling you he'll never let you go. And of course one thing leads to another and his hands grip you nice and hard to make sure you really don't go, rubbing his cheek against your head and sliding his claws under your clothes...

And oh my god Beast Chuuya. Oh my god. As soon as Dazai starts disappearing he's immediately suspicious, and it takes him maybe 5 minutes to figure out where he is and drop in to watch. He's very wary of you even if you're a human, god knows what you could be really up to. He observes the two of you from afar a lot, even when Dazai is railing you (and ignores that it makes him hard). One time when Dazai isn't there he drops in and questions directly, picking you up by your neck and questioning you until he's satisfied. You're understandably terrified, but after you calm down and talk to him properly he knows you're not going to be a threat to him or Dazai. And that's when he settles for "just" stalking you, he wants to know what has Dazai so interested.

He picks through your clothes and belongings, sometimes while you're in the house, looks at you with interest whenever Dazai traps you in his lap and questions him about you while you squirm and try to get away. Dazai hands you off to Chuuya sometimes to let him see why he's so interested, telling him to go ahead and feel how tiny and soft you are while you yell indignantly and tell him to stop talking like you're not there. Chuuya likes your spark even if his first instinct is to crush your skull for speaking to Dazai like that, and eventually he learns to get over it a little and stop jumping in so much.

Also yes, they're both clingy bastards. Sometimes you have to put your foot down and not bring them with you, even if they've shapeshifted into more human forms and don't look like monsters. Sometimes you need to lock yourself in a bathroom stall and take five minutes to breathe, without Dazai trying to get his claws under your shirt. You know they'll make up for lost time as soon as you're back though, they're needy.

#dazai.bsd #chuuya.bsd #demon!beast!dazai #demon!beast!chuuya #i like to think they Could make their dicks smaller but instead they choose to make you stretchier somehow #just bc they think it's cute to watch your stomach bulge #🎀 anon #beastzai.bsd #beastchuu.bsd

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“You made me miserable and I still loved you.” and/or “Please ruin yourself for me and I’ll watch in adoration as I fall apart as well.”

It was bullshit, that you could feel someone’s eyes on your back. That’s what Chuuya always said. There was no instinct or gut feeling that could protect you better than vigilance, and anyone who told you otherwise was lying to you.

Unless, Chuuya would sometimes add, it came to the Boss.

It was freakish, the way that Chuuya’s back would begin to crawl with icy spiders climbing up from the base of his spine, only for him to look behind himself and see Dazai staring him up and down.

Usually, Chuuya just glared. This would make Dazai’s empty grin go from toothless to fanged, but his eyes, blank and without emotion, never changed.

But now it was different.

“What?” Chuuya growled, leaning backwards in his chair, balancing on just two legs as he swirled a glass of wine. His feet were up on the desk, and he may have been ever-so-slightly intoxicated. “Got something you’re looking at?”

Without missing a beat, Dazai just said, “You’re beautiful, did you know that?”

Chuuya full-body flinched, even though Dazai had only said a few words- Dazai had done much worse without Chuuya reacting as badly. It was just that kindness tended to be sharp on Dazai’s tongue.

Not sure what Dazai’s game was, Chuuya sneered. “Yeah. Sure. Me being half-drunk on wine and anger is beautiful to you.”

“But it’s because of me, no?” Dazai stood up and circled around Chuuya’s desk. He did his best to not stare at him as he circled, but his eyes followed the trail of the man’s scarf as he stalked along. “I think that’s beautiful.”

Chuuya scoffed. “I’m ruining my liver, for you, you idiot.” As he spoke, Dazai found his way to the front of Chuuya’s desk, smiling with his teeth hidden and his eyes smooth. “You find that beautiful?”

Dazai placed both hands on the desk and leaned in. His eyes were wide, almost buggish. “Please ruin yourself for me, and I’ll watch in adoration.”

That was it. Chuuya picked up a pen and threw it like a dart at Dazai’s chest, and he fell apart. Into thin air.

Chuuya took his feet off of Dazai’s old desk and sighed. He would come back.

He always did.

#reaper art #prompts #I TOOK SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND #BUTI HAD A VISION #angst war

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fleurdeminuitflower · 8 months

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A promise

When Atsushi wakes up, he is instantly moving. Sitting up, head turning to his left and hand instinctively reaching out to the man laying on his side.

“Don't.” Atsushi stops, retreating his hand immediately and opening his mouth. “Don't apologize either.”

Atsushi closes his mouth, feeling heat creeping up to his face. He clears his throat and moves, ready to leave the bed.

“Who said you could leave?”

Atsushi sighs, plopping down into bed with all the resignation that only an Alpha trying to please a difficult Omega could feel. Yet, difficult is an understatement.

Seconds go by and just before Atsushi decides hell try going back to sleep, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke speaks again.

“I'm hungry.”

A part of Atsushi wants to scream. Another one, far larger, is pleased that the Omega is asking for his help.

“Vanilla or chocolate?” Atsushi asks and, as expected, Akutagawa doesn’t answer him. “Both it is, then,” Atsushi slips out of the bed, not bothering to cover his nakedness. Every single piece of clothing he owns when coming into Akutagawa´s home ends up as a part of the Omega´s nest so Atsushi didn’t take long before showing up with as light attire as possible. “I'll be back in a minute,” he lets Akutagawa know before quickly opening the door, stepping onto the corridor and closing it behind his back. He waits, just in case, and jogs towards the kitchenette.

A quick glance at the clock surprises Atsushi. Only five hours left already? If he had his cellphone, he would text Kyoka to let her know he's alive. Maybe even call her, though not very likely. The last time he tried, Ranpo overheard.

Atsushi shakes his head and moves to the cabinet Akutagawa's sister, Gin, instructed him to use the very first time he ever stepped into her and her older brother's apartment. It was supposed to take place in a special room provided by the Port Mafia, but, according to Nakahara Chuuya, Akutagawa's omega had refused to stay put.

There's a little handwritten note that reads “Thank you!” stuck to the plastic of the carefully wrapped cupcakes and Atsushi can’t help but laugh. For such a vicious killer, Gin is certainly a well-educated individual.

Atsushi looks for a tray and carefully arranges four cupcakes. Three made of chocolate and a vanilla one. He also puts three bottles of cinnamon tea and - freezes. The tiger ears pop out at the top of his head and they flatten out, the left one flaps once.

In a blink of an eye, Atsushi is standing in front of the wooden door of Akutagawa's nest room. He swallows hard and knocks once.

There is a beat of silence and Atsushi duck right on time - Rashomon passing right where his head had been a second later. As if dancing, Atsushi moves to the right, to the left, to the right again and jumps, effectively avoiding every and each attempt of Akutagawa to stab him. Once Atsushi is sure the Omega is done with his little tantrum, he opens the door to find grey eyes shooting daggers at him.

“Hey, Ryuu,” Atsushi says and he holds up the tray between his hands. “Got you chocolate, vanilla and tea.” Akutagawa squints. “It's cinnamon.” Akutagawa lifts his chin. “Yes, I'll feed you.”

Akutagawa stays silent, and, after what Atsushi feels like an eternity, Rashomon goes back to Akutagawa's coat.

“Thank you,” sighs Atsushi, slowly approaching the bed. Every single step he takes is studied by Akutagawa´s eyes as if the mafioso was waiting for the slightest hint of hostility. But he finds none, as per usual. Still, Akutagawa doesn’t relax, not even while taking the first bite of the chocolate cupcake his sister so diligently baked for him - and for the Alpha. “Is it good?”

Akutawaga shoots Atsushi a look that is clearly meant as a “mind your own business” yet he nods once, a barely perceptible movement that has Atsushi humming and smiling. If Akutagawa wasn’t eating, he would have scoffed. Gin made the food, not the weretiger. What right does the Armed Detective Agency member have to look so pleased with himself?

The chocolate cupcake is gone and Akutagawa reaches for the vanilla one, just for his fingers to come to a halt right before touching the treat. He exhales, doubling down to ease the pain for the second wave of - “Ghk.” Pain.

“It’s too soon,” Atsushi whispers, a note of panic that has Akutagawa’s Omega tensing up by reflex. When a hand touches his cheek, however, Akutagawa leans into it instead of flinching away. Atsushi’s thumb traces a circle on his cheek that has an immediate soothing effect. “You’re going to be okay,” there’s no panic in his voice anymore; instead, an edge of protectiveness that has Akutagawa revolting and his Omega melting.

Atsushi manoeuvres Akutagawa carefully so he’s resting on his back. Before he can move away to put the tray away, however, Akutagawa holds him firmly by the wrist, staring at his golden eyes. There are no words uttered, yet Atsushi understands. So, he uses his tail to make sure the bottle doesn’t fall and spill and opens it, filling his cheeks with the warm liquid and leaning to press his lips against Akutagawa’s.

It takes a second before the Omega parts his lips, allowing the tea to pass from Atsushi’s mouth to Akutagawa’s. A mix of tea and saliva drags from the corners of Akutagawa’s lips as the kiss intensifies. Atsushi is still trying to find a way to put the tray safely at least on the floor, when the last drops of tea are gone and Akutagawa pushes his tongue against his, a low grumble coming from the back of his throat, Atsushi stops caring.

It’s not easy to take Akutagawa’s coat away when all the Omega seems to care about is keeping Atsushi as close as possible. However, Atsushi manages with the help of the tiger’s tail, a firm hold on Akutagawa’s wrists and subjecting himself to a few very hard bites on the neck.

Akutagawa’s fangs are not even half as sharp as Atsushi’s, yet the damage they inflict it’s such, Atsushi has wondered many times if, perhaps, some of his past vampirism remained, despite all of Yosano’s declarations back at the Armed Detective Agency.

Teeth sink right on Atsushi’s Adam’s apple and he hisses, hearing a low chuckle.

“Not funny,” Atsushi accuses, frowning down at the Omega, fingers pressing harder around the other’s wrists. “Jerk.”

“Fool,” Akutagawa growls yet he’s smirking, fully aware of the effect that particular word still has on the Alpha. “Don’t you dare do that again.”

Atsushi’s confusion turns into understanding in a split second and his face flushes a bright red. Akutagawa clicks his tongue and huffs.

“I-”

“Shush,” Akutagawa hisses and lowers his gaze. Atsushi’s face flushes harder. “What are you waiting for? An invitation?”

“And if I am?” Atsushi answers without thinking, gaining a stare and a raised eyebrow.

The silence that follows his statement is painful, yet short-lived.

Not even the soft, barely audible chuckle that comes out of Akutagawa’s lips is enough to erase Atsushi’s embarrassment.

“You idiot,” Akutagawa says, face crisping and going slack again. “You imbecile… “ Atsushi opens his mouth. “You utter gigantic fool.” Akutagawa sighs. “Why did you come here in the first place?”

“Because!” Atsushi says way too loud, realisation hitting him like a truck and knocking the air out of his lungs. Akutagawa doesn’t help by gripping his hips firmly with his too-pale, too-smooth, too-edible legs. “Because…” Atsushi whispers… “of an invitation…”

Akutagawa hums, allowing his head to drop and sink into his pillow.

“I hate you,” Atsushi whispers, free hand moving to push at Akutagawa’s sunken belly, eyes laser-focused on Akutagawa’s face. “You’re the worst.”

Akutagawa hums again, not bothered in the slightest.

“And yet,” Akutagawa says, and Atsushi sees it - the amusement, the triumphant sparkle on those eyes normally void of emotions that are not anger. “You still keep coming back.”

“Shut up,” Atsushi commands yet Akutagawa doesn’t listen.

“Mh… No, I don’t think I will.” Atsushi’s cold fingers sink further into Akutagawa’s stomach. “Go ahead,” he keeps going, a smirk on his face. “Get tiger claws out. Stab me,” his eyes turn dark, his whole body throbs - the Omega is taking control. “Make me bleed, Alpha.”

Atsushi leans, pushing his forehead against Akutagawa’s.

“Beg for it.”

The Omega laughs and kisses him.

Inside Akutagawa is hot, tight and so very comfortable - Atsushi still hasn’t found a better way to describe it. Comfortable, when talking about sex, shouldn’t sound so gross, but it does. At least to his own ears. He hasn’t discussed his lack of proper terminology with anyone else - the only candidates are Dazai, Tanizaki and, dear Lord, Kunikida. He’s got no options, so he’ll have to keep suffering alone.

"Weretiger," and talking about suffering, Akutagawa is back, if the flushed face is anything to go by. "What did I say?"

Atsushi pouts, to Akutagawa’s infinite annoyance.

"Give me back my coat," the mafioso hisses. "I'm going to-hah!" Furious grey eyes glare at golden ones. "Don't move when I'm talking!"

"You were threatening me," Atsushi says, thrusting again and Akutagawa bites back a moan. Atsushi sticks his tongue out at him, amused, but doesn't move again. "You can't have your coat. You'll hurt me."

"You'll heal," Akutagawa says matter-of-factly.

"That's not the point!"

"The marks I made are already gone," Akutagawa huffs and Atsushi almost could argue the Omega sounds disappointed. "Make yourself useful and fetch-ngh..." A new full-body throb has Akutagawa’s insides squeezing Atsushi's cock out of the blue, causing the Alpha to gasp and release his grip on the Omega's wrists. Akutagawa immediately reaches for the edge of his coat, hand being captured in the nick of time.

Atsushi growls, low and dangerous, and makes a point of intertwining his fingers with Akutagawa’s so he doesn't try anything again. When the free hand comes to hold a fist of his white hair and pull it, Atsushi allows it.

"Disgusting," Akutagawa snarls, pulling harder. Atsushi tilts his head, closing his eyes for a moment, enjoying the tingling in his scalp, and his tail swings. "Stop enjoying it!"

"Or what?" Atsushi asks and he opens his eyes. A smirk pulls at the corner of his lips and he grins, fangs at full display. "You'll spank me, Ryuu?"

"Don't-" There goes Atsushi once again, interrupting the older man with a sharp thrust. "Were-" And another one. "Sto-mhm!" And a third one.

Atsushi sets a slow pace, eyes trained on Akutagawa’s, noticing the slow yet steady change in them - up until his hair is freed and fingernails dig into his shoulder instead, pale legs press harder, wanting him as deep as possible.

"Alpha," the Omega purrs, inviting. "Alpha, come closer." Atsushi does, barely registering the pain of fangs against his neck – again. There's a wet tongue cleaning the blood, and then the teeth are biting again and the tongue and Atsushi thrusts harder, getting deeper bites in return.

The few-and-far-between drops of blood that made their way to Akutagawa’s nest won't please the Omega, but it's his own fault so Atsushi wills himself to stop thinking about it, focusing instead on chasing the other’s orgasm.

Holding onto his side, Atsushi digs his fingers into the sweaty skin.

"So good," he murmurs. "Feels amazing-mh..." the lower part of his belly is on fire. "Ah... Ryuu..."

"Hnh-hah! Ah! Atsush-Ah-Ats-!" It's still the Omega the one in control. If only... "Weretiger!"

Atsushi's dick throbs inside of Akutagawa and his pace quickens, as well as deepens. Akutagawa is trying to break Atsushi’s hand with the force he's holding it with and Atsushi is so close.

Akutagawa comes with a scream he barely manages to quiet down with the help of his own hand and then it's Atsushi's turn, burying himself balls deep inside the Omega and emptying himself inside, knot inflating, effectively locking them together.

The cupcakes are a lost case, but at least there are the bottles of tea.

Alpha and Omega drink in silence. Akutagawa finishes first, looking a little too proud of his accomplishment. Atsushi tries and fails to hide his laughter.

Again, Akutagawa launches for his coat and Atsushi holds him by the waist, a soft whine escapes his lips at the pull the movement causes below their waists. Akutagawa stops moving and settles to crossing his arms.

"Give it a rest, please. I'm not letting you stab me for free."

"Ha. One would have thought my body would have been payment enough."

Atsushi covers his face with his hands.

"That's not what I meant and you know it!"

Once the knot starts deflating and Atsushi is able to pull out, hunger overtakes him. He couldn't even enjoy a single bite of his cupcake. It's not fair at all...

"Go fetch yourself a snack, weretiger," Akutagawa moves a hand to usher him away. Atsushi squints at him. "I can't stand the grumble of that stomach of yours."

Atsushi only hesitates for a second before nodding and standing up from the bed. There's a high-pitched cry that comes from behind him. Curious golden eyes look back, finding avoidant grey eyes and deep flushed cheeks.

"Was that-"

"No," Akutagawa denies from the get-go. "Hurry up and go away!"

Atsushi is so tempted to tease the Omega, but his hunger is stronger so he bites his tongue and nods again. Before jumping out the bed, however, he makes sure to take Rashomon with him, to Akutagawa's fury that Atsushi pointedly ignores.

Atsushi is putting on the long coat as soon as he closes the door behind him with the help of his tail.

The kitchenette welcomes him with some fruit that Atsushi eagerly chews on.

Three more hours to go, Atsushi realises, looking at the clock and nodding to himself. How the time flies when you're trying your best not to be stabbed. He snickers, stretching his arms until he hears a well-deserved pop and rolls his neck.

Atsushi turns to take a look at the kitchenette, half an apple in hand and he tilts his head, flinching when a knife passes flying by right next to his ear.

"Wha!" He turns on the heels of his feet, finding a very naked Akutagawa leaning against the threshold of the door, another knife in hand.

"Why?!"

Akutagawa looks at him, eyes back to the lack of emotion state.

"You're taking too long."

"If you miss me just say so!"

Akutagawa points at him with the knife and Atsushi yelps. "Don't flatter yourself, weretiger."

"You just tried to stab me again!"

"You'll heal."

"Again, that's not the point!"

Snarling, Akutagawa throws the knife to his right. Its edge pierces through the wall and gets stuck there. Atsushi blinks at it and back to Akutagawa.

"I'm telling your sister."

"Tell her," Akutagawa smirks, pushing himself away from the threshold and turning on his heels, walking back to his nest room. "I'll gladly see her rip you a new one for letting me play with sharp objects while in heat."

"Fuck you, Akutagawa!" Atsushi calls after him.

The most genuine laugh Atsushi has ever heard coming from Akutagawa's lips reverberates on the walls and goes straight to Atsushi's cock.

Atsushi hears a door close and he bites on the rest of his apple angrily.

Just you wait, asshole, he thinks, moving to the sink to wash his hands. When I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk for a week.

#sskk #bungou stray dogs #bsd #nakajima atsushi #shin soukoku #atsushi nakajima #rashomon #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #omegaverse

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starlightshadowsworld · 5 months

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Atsushi joins the Sheep

Atsushi knocked on the door, walking in once he was allowed to enter. Shirase was sat down in his office, gesturing for Atsushi to take the seat beside him.

Atsushi took his seat, waiting for the older boy to speak first.

"You aware of your next mission?" Asked Shirase, handing him a drink. "Yes sir" said Atsushi, Shirase chuckled "come on, 'sir' your making me sound old."

Atsushi knew better though, Shirase loved the Sheep as his own siblings. But he didn't take kindly to his authority being questioned.

"Tell me, have you ever heard of someone called Osamu Dazai?"

Atsushi frowned, wracking his brain but the name wasn't one he recognised.

"No sir, should I?"

He hoped he hadn't forgotten something useful. Shirase studied him for a few seconds before shaking his head.

"No, but given you're heading to Yokohama he's someone to keep an eye out for.

Though we haven't been able to find much on him. Not even a photograph. It's like the bastard vanished into thin air." Shirase said amused but clearly annoyed.

"If I may ask... Who is he?" Asked Atsushi, bracing himself incase this was one of those times Shirase gave into his anger.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Fortunately he didn't. Shirase hummed, looking at Atsushi carefully. "Do you remember how Nakahara betrayed us?"

He said it so nonchalantly but that didn't stop Atsushi from wincing. It was an unspoken rule in the Sheep that no one was to mention Chuuya's name.

Ever.

Even now Shirase said the former kings name with thinly veiled disgust.

"Yes sir, he betrayed us to join the Port Mafia." Said Atsushi, carefully avoiding his older brothers name. Knowing he'd choke up or worse cry saying his name, even now.

Irritation swelled up inside of him, why did he have to care so much for the man who betrayed them all?

Atsushi didn't realise that anger showed on his face, usually he had a better grasp on his emotions. The King's guard couldn't be a cry baby afterall, but he couldn't hide his emotions when it came to Chuuya.

Shirase, seeing Atsushi's anger towards Chuuya smiled momentarily. Before becoming serious. "Dazai was with Nakahara at the arcade, he's the one who bought Nakahara into the Port Mafia."

Atsushi's blood ran cold.

... That man... That man was the one who lured his brother away?

Atsushi had always wondered why Chuuya betrayed them. Though he knew better than to voice such questions.

It made sense that it had been a Port Mafia member to lure him away, perhaps promising Chuuya a life of luxury away from the slums of Suribachi city.

It didn't make it hurt any less.

"I see, do you want me to take him out?" Asked Atsushi, his voice growing cold. Shirase looked on with pride before shaking his head.

"No, we shall not concern ourselves with the past. I only tell you so you'll keep an eye out. Yokohama is, as you are aware Port Mafia territory."

Atsushi was aware, he had been surprised when Shirase wanted him to go. But he wasn't about to question orders now.

"I am, I will remain vigilant."

In a flash a dagger was aimed at Atsushi's throat.

Atsushi didn't so much as flinch, his gaze was lowered. And while all his instincts screamed at him to fight, he did not.

"That man might know of you... How do I know he won't lure you away? That you won't betray us too?" Asked Shirase, voice as cold as the blade.

"The Port Mafia has nothing to offer me. If you think I'll betray the Sheep, cut me down." Said Atsushi. He knew Shirase could, the blade in his hand wasn't just any blade.

Atsushi could regenerate from practically anything, but fire was not one of them. He still had the scars from the hot poker at the Orphanage.

The blade in Shirase's hand was one that could heat up instantly. Atsushi could already feel the warmth against his neck.

It was one of the few things that if Atsushi was wounded, would not allow him to regenerate from.

If Shirase wanted him dead, he could do it easily and Atsushi wouldn't stop him.

The King of the Sheep smiled approvingly, retracting the blade. "I know you won't, you'll do me proud like you always do Atsushi." He ruffled Atsushi's hair, Atsushi let himself leaned into the touch and relax.

Shirase smiled, getting up and stretching. "You head out tomorrow so be sure to eat enough to keep up your strength. Come on, I'm starving." He grinned and Atsushi smiled back.

He thought of Dazai, the mysterious man, of the Port Mafia. The anger in his veins stilled at the thought of possibly seeing Chuuya again.

He hated the hope that rose in his chest, stamping it out harshly. Chuuya had made his choice and Atsushi had made his.

Seeing him again would only cement that they were enemies. No matter how much Atsushi wished otherwise.

He rubbed on his neck where the blade had laid, Atsushi was loyal to his King and to Sheep's organisation.

No one, not even Osamu Dazai could turn him away from them.

#Atsushi joins the Sheep #atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #bungou stray dogs #Bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu

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idle-daydreams · 2 months

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I don't mind i don't think you take my crazy request anyway like i said before i just want Yandere Demon Chuuya X Female Demon reader because i just want wholesome yandere story so it not a point that you don't follow my request.

Also you don't have to sorry about thing you don't uncomfortable to do, it wasn't you fault.

[A.N.: Hi! Hope you like this!]

Tw: Yandere, implied imprisonment.

“So, what do you think?”

You looked around at the snow covered garden, gleaming silver in the moonlight. It was an ethereal scene, made all the more beautiful by the massive red roses peeking through the snow-covered bushes.

“... roses in winter,” you said, your breath coming out in white puffs. Slowly, you stepped out into the garden, pulling your shawl tighter about yourself. Chuuya was so paranoid about you catching a chill that he almost never let you out, so it was nice to feel the cold on your face.

“I know you like gardening,” Chuuya said, fiddling with the bindings around his torso as he fell into step beside you. He hadn’t bothered to dress warmly, yet he didn’t seem cold. “Figured you’d like to get out of the room.”

You didn’t answer, too mesmerized by the riot of color against the monochromatic backdrop of the garden. You wandered over to the nearest bush, tracing a petal as soft as... well, a rose-petal.

“How are they alive?” you asked. “Is it magic? Can you even do something like that?”

“Oh yeah. Turns out I can.” He shifted in place, looking less like the mighty demon lord that he was and more like a nervous schoolboy. “You do like ‘em, right? I know you planted them outside your... old place.”

“I did.” Ignoring the pang in your heart at the mention of home - there was no point to it, after all - you peered closely at the roses. They were exquisite, each bloom as large as your fist. The garden was alive with their fragrance, almost a testament to their existence. “They all died, though,” you admitted. “You seem to have a better green thumb than I do.”

“Oh no, I didn’t plant them,” Chuuya said. “I got some servants to do it. I just make sure that the roses don’t wither away in the cold. So you can mess about with them all you want without worryin’ about ‘em dying.”

So basically just play about with them like a child.

The words rose to your lips, a retort you would have once made without a second thought. But now, they faded away before the anticipation in Chuuya’s eyes. He truly had made an effort, taken more of an interest in you than anyone ever had your whole life. You pursed your lips, then smiled. “Thank you. The garden is lovely. I like it very much.”

“You do?” Chuuya beamed. “Great!”

You jumped as he threw his arms around you, capturing your lips with his own. You stiffened, pulling away instinctively, but Chuuya’s arms were like a vice, gripping you as tightly as he continued to kiss you in a passionate frenzy. You finally allowed yourself to melt in his arms, eyes fluttering shut as your hands moved to his shoulders of your own accord. When he finally pulled away you blinked, breathless. Chuuya grinned back, equally red-faced.

“I’m glad you like ‘em,” he said.

Your face heated up. “Be careful,” you said weakly, picking at a stray bloom pressed between your bodies. “We’re hurting it.”

“Ah, shit. Sorry.” Chuuya pulled away a little, and you gladly followed suit, pretending to care for the flowers to put some space between you two. Your mind whirled with being with him around him; he was so entirely handsome it was hard to remember at times that he was a demon.

Chuuya, however, leaned forward, cocking his head to peer at your face. “Don’t hide from me,” he said. “They’re still nothing compared to you. You’re the prettiest flower here, [Y/N].”

“Ah.” You lowered your head even more, trying to hide just how flustered you were. “That’s not - you’re too kind. I can’t believe you did all this.”

“Why not? Anything for you.”

“No, I mean - all this.” You waved your arms around. “All this. It’s... very thoughtful.”

Chuuya pouted. “You think I can’t be thoughtful?”

“No, no,” you said quickly. “That’s not what I meant. But... you are a demon, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, so?”

“You don’t-” You tried to pull your foot in your mouth- “act like it.”

To your relief, Chuuya chuckled. “What’s a demon supposed to act like?” he said.” You want me to be all crazy and violent?” He leaned in with a smirk. “Aren’t I wild enough for you?”

You cursed yourself for the erratic pounding of your heart. “I meant, still, demons are supposed to be, you know, demonic and all that.”

“I know.” He sobered up a little, looking somewhat abashed. “I try to hold myself to a higher standard than the others. Some of the other demons can be awful.”

“Will I be safe around them?”

“Like hell am I sharing you with anyone!”

You raised a brow. “So you intend to keep me locked away forever?”

“If I have to,” he said immediately. “I’m not risking anything happening to you.”

Your heart withered a little at this, the reality of your situation rearing its ugly head again. Chuuya seemed to notice your disappointment, for he squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. Don’t worry, [Y/N],” he said. “It won’t come to that, I promise. I know how difficult it is for you right now, but I’ll make sure everything is fine in the end I promise I’ll make things better. You just have to trust me.”

“I just don’t want to live like this,” you whispered, not meeting his gaze. “I can’t live alone.”

“You’re not alone,” he said. “You have me. You’ll always have me. I promise you; things will get better. I’ll make them better. At one time you hated me, right? And now you don’t anymore.”

That much was true enough. You didn’t hate Chuuya anymore. You didn’t love him - you weren’t sure what you felt about him - but your initial resentment had faded.

Maybe, just maybe, there was something there. Like roses blooming in a frozen garden, your love had begun in twisted circumstances, but maybe it could survive.

Maybe, one day, it could even become something real.

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