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star-centric · 8 months
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I'm glad to see you have requests open! I read some of your stuff from your old blog and wanted to resend a request I made that you didn't get to. It's the one with Chuuya and his older sibling who joined the port mafia before him, but I was thinking this time they have amnesia that, surprisingly, wasn't because of the port mafia. Although, the mafia did take advantage of their amnesia by saying they were a part of the mafia the entire time with Dazai taking Chuuya's place as their baby brother. Chuuya would be so confused when he sees them walk into Mori's office after he meets Dazai and maybe even hurt when they don't recognize him and call Dazai their brother rather than him.
CHARACTERS: Chuuya and Older Sibling! Gender Neutral Reader
NOTE: okay can I say that I just love this idea??! This is probably one of the first times I write something that doesn’t have an outright happy ending :O I remember writing headcanons last year on Chuuya and his older sibling joining the PM- happy I get to write more on it!!
CW: strictly sibling/family relationship, bittersweet ending bjt possibly hopeful (?), small mentions of blood/violence since it’s Port Mafia, Chuuya and reader are reunited but not in the way he wants </3, gender neutral reader
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The look of confusion on your face made Chuuya’s stomach turn.
When he was led into this grand room by men in suits, he was only expecting to run into that one-eyed bastard and his boss.
He wasn’t expecting to finally see you.
You still looked the same- no missing limbs, no scars- you were here, you were really here. His feet had a mind of his own as he called your name and practically leapt towards you- but the look on your face made him pause.
Why weren’t you running towards him, smile wide and calling his name? Why weren’t you hugging him, eyes misty as you finally reunited with one another?
Why did you look so…lost?
“I’m sorry- have we met before?”
He glanced at Dazai, who stood with a blank stare. Was this his idea of a joke?
Did you not…remember him? No, that’s not right, that can’t be right-
“It’s Chuuya, I’m-“ he swallowed down the growing lump in his throat, trying to not have his crack. “I’m your brother, remember?”
Your confusion only grew more, eyebrows raised as your eyes flickered from his to Dazai and back to Chuuya. “I believe you have me mistaken for someone else-“
“No, I don’t!” He didn’t mean to raise his voice, but he was growing more and more uneasy with every word.
“Yes, you do.” You grew firm with your response.
“No I- don’t you remember? You have a brother- I’m your brother!”
“I know that I have a brother-“
Chuuya was about to release the breath he was holding, finally hoping to get some answers-
“But it’s not you.”
He felt like the world stopped.
“This is my brother.” You motioned to Dazai, who still stood with a blank stare before turning to a smirk.
Chuuya felt sick. His body felt heavy, like someone was using his own ability on him. A chilling feeling shot up his spine when he realized that you were being serious.
“See? I told you he was weird.” Dazai whispered not discreetly to you, keeping his eyes on Chuuya.
You were giving Dazai the same look that you would give him- scolding him and telling him to behave- stuff that you would tell Chuuya, your little brother, not him. Something wasn’t right.
“I’m just saying,” he grabbed at your arm, snuggling into it. His eyes narrowed at Chuuya,“I’ve always been your little brother, right?”
It was obvious that Dazai was trying to get a rise out of him- and it was working.
“What did you do to them?!” Chuuya seethed and lunged at him, ability activated. He brought his fist back, aiming directly at his face-
He wasn’t able to reach him before you intervened, grabbing his arm and squeezing it as a warning.
You were giving him the same, cold look you would give enemies. Not as the older sibling that loves him without a doubt, but as a enemy that needed to be taken care of.
It shattered him.
“That’s enough, all three of you.”
Mori spoke up from his desk, violet eyes scanning over you and Dazai before directly landing on Chuuya. His tone sounded light enough, but you stood down immediately, letting go and taking your place next to Dazai.
The look Chuuya was getting showed that his words were more than just a warning.
“Now then, (Y/N) and Dazai- why don’t you both head down to the target location and keep an eye on them until further instructions. I’ll brief Mr. Nakahara on everything myself.”
“Understood sir.” You nodded your head before your eyes landed on Chuuya- there wasn’t any malice in your eyes, but there was a sense of hesitation and uncertainty that couldn’t be hidden.
All Chuuya wanted to do was wake you both from this nightmare. Shake you back to your senses and hug you until neither one of you could breath.
But all he could do was watch you leave once more.
He felt powerless all over again.
The moment you turned your back and left with Dazai, he saw his only family disappear. The only person that would stay by his side, the only person that would look out for him as much as he did for you, the only person that he had left in his life that loves him, his older sibling- leave him. It wasn’t fair, it was suppose to be you and him always- yet he found himself alone in the room, you with someone that you believe was your brother, that wasn’t him.
He was crushed. He was devastated, hurt, and downright pissed. Pissed that you didn’t remember him, pissed that that bastard was playing pretend and laughing like it was a joke, pissed at the mafia- pissed at everything.
He didn’t hide his frustration, gritting his teeth and glaring down at the door. His nails were digging into the palm of his hands while his new boss did nothing but smirk at the sight of his aggression.
“It’s obvious that you care for them, no?”
Chuuya didn’t turn his head towards him, only turning his eyes to the ground, baring his teeth. “…did you do this?”
Mori sighed, mock sympathy seeping from his tone, “Well Dazai took such a liking to them- who am I to break up such a loving bond?”
He would have struck him- he would have struck him to the ground, giving him what he deserves, make him pay for what he did to you, then make him feel the full force of his gravity as Chuuya stood over him. He would have did that and more-
But all he could do was bite his tongue as his shoulders trembled in anger.
“Would you do anything for them, Chuuya?”
He whipped his head towards Mori, who no longer had a playful expression. His eyes were serious as he waited for Chuuya’s response, whose own eyes went wide.
He then narrowed his eyes, feeling suspicious of his question, but answering carefully. “I would.”
Mori hummed, toying with his surgical knife. “I see.” He seemed pleased with his answer. “Well then, I have some information regarding (Y/N)- moreso with their…special condition.”
Chuuya held his breath, a million questions flying through his head, the burning one on the tip of his tongue-
“We weren’t the ones to cause their amnesia, and I’m not sure if there’s a way to find out what did- but there is a way to regain their memories.”
Mori was gauging his reaction, testing him- it was all too obvious what he was doing- but Chuuya couldn’t hide the fact that there was a way to get you back- the old you, the real you. He would do anything to get you back-
But he wasn’t an idiot to forget that he’s signing a deal with the Devil either.
Chuuya took a breath, before narrowing his eyes, “…what do I need to do?”
The smirk came back on Mori’s face, “Swear your loyalty to the Port Mafia, and crush anyone that stands in our way.“
There was no turning back- but if it was for your sake, he would accept. He had no other choice in his eyes.
He got down on one knee and pledged his loyalty, the words leaving his lips genuinely but leaving a bitter taste in mouth.
But it was a needed sacrifice it if it means getting you back.
“Excellent.” He clapped his hands together, a ditzy smile on his face as he returned to his playfulness. “Glad to have you on board- now for your first mission, you’ll be meeting Dazai and (Y/N) in Yokohama. I believe you’re still familiar with this organization called the Sheep…”
As Mori droned on, Chuuya thought about his true mission- getting you back.
And he will do anything to make sure he succeeds.
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hannaswritingblog · 1 year
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Imagine: being Mr. Gold’s daughter and sneaking into his potion making room where you get hurt
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Requested by anon [x]
Initially meant to be a ficlet - transition to an imagine explained here. Thank you for understanding.
As his only daughter, you've always been the apple of your father's eye. You know he deeply cares about you and would do anything to make sure you're safe.
Sometimes keeping you safe means setting boundaries though. There are things you're not supposed to see - some of them hiding in your own house. You often come across doors that just won't open or questions that your father will never answer.
Living like this your whole life, you got used to it pretty quickly. But as you grow into your teens, your understandable curiosity grows with you. That's why you don't pass up the chance to explore your father's potions room when one day you find its door open.
Initially, you don't even mean to go through his stuff, you just want to look around. Yet, before you know it, your hands reach for one of the bottles standing on the table. The second you grab it, you get startled by the sound of the creaking door, followed by Mr. Gold's voice:
'What are you doing here, Y/N?'
You can feel the bottle slipping out of your hand. When you're trying to catch it, it breaks; you can feel glass shards cutting into your skin and liquid pouring down your fingers.
'I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!' you say in a trembling voice.
'It's okay,' your father responds. 'Just calm down.'
He quickly goes to treat your wounds. Once he's done, he orders you to go to your room and stay there until you feel better.
'But I already feel good,' you insist. 'It's just a hand. You don't have to worry about me.'
'Of course I do,' he says. 'I'm your father after all. I'll always worry about you.'
'I'm sorry I went into that room. I was curious and...'
'Sh... You don't have to explain yourself, I'm not mad at you. Now get some rest.'
You finally surrender and lay yourself comfortably on your bed. You can feel your dad's presence in your bedroom until you fall asleep.
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The weirdest form of amatonormativity is people thinking that being close to a family member implies incest.  These people need to evaluate their view of relationships and work through what ever lead them to this point. There is something wrong with them that they need to improve.
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noelledeltarune · 7 months
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EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt
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stars-and-birds · 1 year
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Dana’s last ‘fuck you’ to Disney
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He/they collector
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Genderqueer/bi-gender papa king
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TWO girlfriend kisses
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Onscreen mlm kiss
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Implied aladarius
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a happy ending to the bi/enby couple
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A happy ending to the aro/ace character
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Death to the white Christian puritain
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communistkenobi · 7 months
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whenever right wing people talk about “parental rights” they are talking about property rights. they are arguing for further political and legal enshrinement of their children as their literal actual property
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thepeacefulgarden · 9 months
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inkskinned · 5 months
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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!
they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.
they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.
you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.
but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.
where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.
and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?
doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.
but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.
what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.
just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?
your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.
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star-centric · 6 months
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I'm glad to hear you liked the older Nakahara prompt I sent! Hope you don't mind if I send another, I really like this idea as well. I was thinking of the aftermath of Chuuya learning about his siblings' amnesia and thought what if: Dazai got attached to Chuuya's sibling during the time they were together the same way he started to care for Oda and Ango in the future, basically genuinely seeing them as an older sibling. So now, he's constantly bickering back and forth with Chuuya (not that it's any different from Canon) like brothers and arguing over who's the favorite little brother. I say this because Chuuya's sibling would probably start to see him as a younger brother again, but in a sort of "I already have one baby brother, what's one more?" Type of way. They don't remember that he's their actual brother and think he's mistaken them for his actual sibling. They still think Dazai is their brother. I mean this in a funny way. They complain to Kouyou all the time about their "Little brothers who are constantly fighting"
CHARACTERS: Chuuya Nakahara and Older Sibling!Reader
NOTE: I guess this would count as a “sequel” (?) to this post, but that part doesn’t need to be read to understand this!
CW: strictly platonic/familial relationship, fluff, a teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint but it’s barely noticeable, mild language
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“What am I going to do Kouyou?”
“I don’t think there is anything you could do.”
You sighed, already tempted to let your head fall on the table. You felt annoyed, confused, and more importantly- tired. Even when they weren’t around, you could still hear their arguments in your head.
You knew that Dazai and Chuuya had…friction between them. It wasn’t weird that they argue- you just didn’t think it would happen so much. It was tolerable at first, but now it’s getting to the point that you’re wondering what you did to deserve this. They may be two of the deadliest assets to the Port Mafia, but they’re still kids- and your little brothers.
“I mean, their fights don’t even make sense half of the time!” You whined. “I know that they’re teens and it’s bound to happen, but every single day? Don’t I deserve a break from this madness too?”
All Kouyou could do is chuckle and sip on her tea. You wish you could be relaxed like she was, even if she was being entertained by your pain at the moment.
“Of course you do- but I don’t think there’s any way for them to get along willingly outside of missions.”
“They can’t even get along during missions.” Which was true. The mission would be complete and you would come back with what was needed, but Dazai and Chuuya would still bump heads. Sometimes you wondered if your targets were grateful that they would be unconscious if it meant not having to listen to literal teens argue about whatever- you were a little jealous.
“They don’t realize how similar they are to each other- same with their goals revolving around you.”
“Which would be what?”
Kouyou was about to answer when you both heard a smash. Then yelling that was indiscernible at first until-
“See? That’s why I’m the favorite brother!”
“Like hell you are- you’re not even their brother!”
“That’s not what they think.”
You groaned while Kouyou watched on Dazai and Chuuya walked in, glaring at one another.
“Seems like that’s my cue to leave.”
“Wait Kouyou please-“
“I’ll stop by another time when you won’t be so…preoccupied. Have fun!” And with that, she walked off, heels clicking down the hall even with the growing yelling nearing your ears.
Dazai and Chuuya were already at each others throat, ready to hurl out more insults when you finally had enough.
You placed a hand on top of their hands, instantly silencing them.
If you didn’t care for them, you would probably both have them on the floor writhing in pain, showing the same mercy that you showed your enemies- which was none.
But you really did care for them- both of them.
“Hey, didn’t I say you two need to start being nicer to each other?”
“You can’t expect me to be nice to that dog-“
“And you can’t expect me to be nice to that bastard!”
You sighed- don’t know why you expected a different outcome.
“You’re both my favorites- so can you please stop now?”
You ruffled their locks, hearing them grumble under their breaths. You rolled your eyes- they can be so dramatic.
“You’re both my brothers, and nothing is going to change that.”
Chuuya snuck away from your touch, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. You’ve both come a long way from your initial meeting, and while there were some rockiness in the beginning, your relationship had gotten significantly better.
You really did see Chuuya as a brother.
But every time you said that, he would always look so…sad. So defeated, so bitter.
“I’m going to report to the boss.”
He sucked his teeth and walked away, not giving you a chance to stop him.
You thought you messed up any chance of a bond at first, but he gravitated towards you like nothing- so what was the issue? Even with Dazai trying to grab your attention, you couldn’t shake off your worriness.
You would try to get him to tell you what’s wrong, but he would just play it off like it’s nothing. The way his eyes looked just now told you a different story.
It bothered you that you couldn’t decipher what was eating at him. Your head would throb in frustration the harder you tried to dived into it. It was like an itch that you couldn’t scratch, the one thing that would linger on your mind each day.
It was like you were forgetting something.
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Deep down, FNAF movie Vanessa and Michael are siblings
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incognitopolls · 4 months
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In this hypothetical, assume the wants and needs of all individuals are met, including location, accessibility, features, etc. Vote according to your preference for human companions, not pets.
Feel free to share your thoughts on the reasons & the people you'd want to live with!
We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.
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5ftboy · 8 months
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Conrad Schintz; newsie, Justin's best friend, and butterfly.
BONUS:
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peanutseagle · 7 months
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their friendship is very precious to me
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Trope blender strikes again!
Since the formation of the Justice League Dark to deal with supernatural threats, Diana had been acting as the team's 'Superman' for lack of a better term.
It was, however, not a position she was entirely suited to, as ironically enough when engaging supernatural threats she was better suited to the same role that Batman played in the Justice League, engaging with superior training, tactics and specialised tools while also acting as battlefield tactical command.
With the lack of any other candidates however, she made do. But not for long.
Thanks to a wandering little girl, Diana had gained a new cousin and uncle who were refreshingly free of the hubris of the Greek pantheon, as well as an unexpected (and terrifying) meeting with her Grandfather who was far different from the stories, she supposed death and a few millennia would calm someone down. She was pleased however to add some paternal family members she could enjoy calm moments with.
Her Uncle was willing to help, however his backlog from the previous King in addition to the repairs and ongoing negotiations for reparations with the United States government made her feel guilt for placing further demands on him.
Her younger cousin however was more than happy to "get out of the house", her Father's comments about the expansiveness of a TARDIS castle completely ignored.
Ellie was already training with her old friend Pandora (So many happy reunions) so Diana was more than willing to take her to Themascerya for an initiation to the Sisterhood of Amazon's. Danny was ecstatic that his daughter was making friends.
Now Ellie as Banshee is JLD's front line fighter and Diana is the tactician, a dynamic duo of their own. Diana is so proud of her little cousin.
Which is why today was very..... Strange.
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Basically the JLD have to head to the Watchtower for some threat, Ellie is super pumped because SPACE and Diana is excited to take her smol bean cousin to the Watchtower for the first time.
Batman and Co arrive and Drama TM occurs because "Holy shit that little girl looks like a Talia with blue eyes", Damian starts accusing and mouthing off, Ellie freaks because her Dad has warned her about the League of Assassins, so she freaks and bails.
Diana is explaining who Ellie is, how they're related when Uncanny Valley Danny in human form comes out of a portal in his "Royal Casual" work attire. Loose jeans,button up with vest, fluffy slippers with a coffee mug in hand. He's facing Diana, paying 0 attention to who else is there beyond "cool space station".
"Hey niece, why is my daughter running through my castle screaming about killer birds?"
"Ah, I believe she is referring to Robin being a former member of the League of Assassins." Diana replies.
Batman and the rest of the Justice League are tense, assessing this possible ally who RADIATES power and death. Anyone affected by death can feel it like static in their teeth during a lightning storm. Those who have been into the Lazarus Pits feel safe yet the overwhelming urge to KNEEL BEFORE YOUR KING.
"Well shit, someone actually escaped from the Fruit Loop Supreme? Anyone who gets away from my asshole grandfather is alright by me." Danny replies as he turns to look at the various heros, taking a sip from his mug.
"Danyal?" A faint hopeful whisper as Damian takes his mask off to look at his Brother (HOW, HOW? HE LOST HIM HE'S HERE HOW?) His dead twin somehow here and changed so much.
*Slurp*
"Well shit, didn't expect this."
This entire time Bruce's brain is making crunching noises.
It's not the extra son that's apparently God of the Afterlives. It's not the granddaughter.
Diana is his son's niece. Bruce had sex with his grand niece. Barbara is right, he needs therapy.
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silvermoon424 · 8 months
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I'm so fucking sick of amatonormativity dude. Someone on Reddit left a comment that was basically like "the majority of people need a romantic relationship to be happy, it's how we're wired" and I responded saying that I disagreed and that more and more people (especially women) are finding fulfillment in other relationships and are happy being single.
I got heavily downvoted.
Of course most people like being in a committed relationship, but you don't have to be aromantic or asexual to enjoy being single. Maybe more people would like being single if we as a culture stopped pushing the narrative (especially on women) that being single is lonely, horrible, and depressing and that you need a romantic partner to be a complete person.
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