#osamu fantasy au

[atsukashii]

vi. son's of the sea

✗ synopsis : imprisoned for a crime you did not commit you are hidden in a cage from the world. vowing to end the queen who dealt your life sentence, you bide your time in the dark waiting to strike. however, your early promised freedom comes on a whisper in the dark, taking the form of dark eyes, and grey wind swept hair carrying the scent of the sea.

✗ pairing : osamu miya x reader

✗ genre : pirate au, royalty reader, fantasy au mutual pining, fluff + a pinch of angst

✗ warnings : mature content : mentions of alcohol, language, death (mentioned)

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The world around you is hidden by various shades pinks and oranges as bright light hits your closed eyelids. The fact your body seems to rock ever so slightly is the first thing you notice. The second is the your bones seem to feel heavier and heavier with every movement. 

An uncomfortable throbbing in your back begins to dissolve any chance of returning to sleep. The pain only worsens the more you recognise its existence, and the thought of someone knocking you out again doesn't seem like a bad idea.

There's a soft thudding noise coming from somewhere near you, and the longer you lay rocking ever so slightly in almost perfect synchronisation to the noise does your mind go into alert mode.

Fighting away the lingering exhaustion to your eyelids, you finally blink awake finding yourself staring at a weathered wooden ceiling. It's worlds away from the cold grey stoned cell you'd seen every morning for months on end.

The cell.

Flashes of your escape surge your mind in rapid succession. The explosion, the jump. You'd somehow survived the drop and the swell of Blackwater Bay. And there amongst the rocks they had been waiting.

You can recall familiar swirling storm cloud eyes, the strength in his gaze as he told you to hold on to him. 'If ya let go you’ll fall and there’s not going to be anything I can do - you’ll die.'

Your bones had screamed at you as he moved, one hand free and the other clutching your thigh in such a tight grip you could almost still feel his fingers pressing into your skin.

And when he had stopped-

A ship.

Straining your head slightly to the right, the soft light becomes blinding forcing a hiss of pain from you as it seems to pierce your brain. A rough voice chuckles from out of sight, followed by a subtle scraping of metal the harsh light dims until it doesn’t make your head pound. 

“Apologies about the light, I thought you could do with some fresh air.” Something rings loud and blaring inside your head that says you should know this voice, possibly even fear it, but as you loll your head to face the stranger, you can’t bring yourself to be afraid. 

From behind a dark wooden desk with his back to a wall of closed curtains which sway slightly at the still open windows behind them, you take in the two toned male. His brown eyes, far too keen and observant, to the point it would instantly make one uneasy to be under that gaze. 

It was his face though that should have alarmed you. Not from the fact that he was a stunning male to look at, but the fact that it was branded on thousands of wanted posters across the five seas. It was one of the many that had been plastered to one of the walls in the Roost, but amongst the others crossed out with large marks of ink, the captains expressionless face had remained unmarked.

“I didn’t get to properly introduce myself last night upon your arrival.” His words shocked you slightly, not expecting his calm and approachable advance. The fact that you weren't sitting in another cell or chained to the bed shocked you even more. Because here you laid, on a bed that was too uncomfortable after sleeping on a straw mat for months, with a wanted pirate seated near you looking at you as if you weren't a stowaway on his ship.  

“My name is Kita Shinsuke, captain of this ship.” Court etiquette drilled into your brain since birth has you forcing your groaning bones to shift. The captain doesn’t say a word as you painfully shuffle yourself into a sitting position, only releasing a long held breath once your back settles against the headboard of the bed. 

“I’m Y/n.” Is all you say. You know that he is aware of just who he dragged half dead out of the ocean. For gods’ sake he had now made himself more an enemy of the empire by blasting a bloody hole in the side of the coastal wall of the Azure castle for you. There was no way this keen-eyed captain did not know just who you are, but still you’re not going to project your misguided formal ranks to anyone. 

“Just Y/n?” He asks with a knowing look. 

“Just Y/n.” You reply following a resounding nod. The captain only watches you for half a second more before leaning back casually on his chair. 

“Alright then.”

“I don’t know why you did it - but I am in debt to you.” You manage to get out through your hoarse voice. As if only now noticing it, Kita rises out of his chair, grabbing a silver tumbler and filling it with what you hope is water. 

“It was nothing but pure selfishness on my behalf.” He says, passing you the goblet which feels far too fancy to be drinking water from, but your aching throat has you reaching for it anyways. 

“As for the debt, there is something that I believe you may be able to assist me with.” He doesn’t say anything more as he suddenly steps back, leaning against the edge of his desk. 

His actions stir confusion in you, your brown furrowing. You'd expected him to clarify just what on earth that means, but hushed whispers break your silence. 

“Shut your ruttin mouth! Do yer want to piss ‘em off?” Comes a failed quiet hiss from the other side of the wooden door to the room. Your gaze volleys between the direction of the door and Kita, catching him rolling his eyes before moving back to the chair behind his desk. As if this were a completely normal situation. 

“Yeah because it’s my big mouth Atsumu that's going to wake em up.”

“That’s what I said, ain’t it!”

“You morons, you know that the captain’s in there and very much awake.” A third voice groans and you can't help but raise a brow as the door suddenly opens, causing two figures to tumble through the entrance and spilling onto the floor. It's the blonde head of hair of the two that draws your focus. 

Rubbing the back of his head with a sneer strewn across his stunning face, Atsumu Miya look's like he had stepped out of your memories. Sure, he was older by a lot, but the mischievous glint that glimmers in his brown eyes is the same. The moment he shift's on his knees, his head turning to you, that sneer morph's into the same confident smirk he had perfected as a child. 

“Don’t you lot know you should give sick people peace and quiet to heal?” Kita speaks, shifting his nonchalant expression to the duo on the floor who look seconds away from pointing fingers at who's at fault it was they were in the room at all. 

“I saw the state of her back yesterday and just wanted to check up on how she is doing is all.” Your gaze briefly leaves Atsumu's shining one as you glance at the other person on the floor. His voice calls at your memory more than his face, so it takes you a moment to realise he was the one who somehow had snuck into the Roost to warn you. 

He nods at you before grumbling, “Hitoshi Ginjima.” Not quite knowing if he was being blunt on purpose or if that was just him, you simply nod back. 

“And your excuse, Atsumu?” Their captain asks, and as you look back at your childhood friend you can’t help but smile slightly at his teasing grin. 

“Just blessin' the princess with my dashin' beauty.” There’s a groan from behind him and a smack to the back of the head sends him bowing over once more. 

The scene causes a wave of nostalgia to course through you, having seen Atsumu been smacked over the back of his head by his twin and father countless times. Never hard enough to hurt, but just to admonish a child that saw it as acts of love.

“Get out the lot of you, she needs to rest and your ughly face isn’t helping Atsumu.” A stranger steps over Atsumu’s bowed figure as he cups the back of his head. The dark haired foreigner simply offers a incline of his head to his captain before walking to your bedside. With a hard gaze but somehow somewhat friendly smile, he nods to you. 

“My name is Ren Ōmimi, and I'm the doctor aboard this vessel.” He begins to explain. “You’ve got a nasty infection in the lacerations on your back. Luckily we got to it in time but you are incredibly lucky. Another few hours and you would be carrion.” His words bring a silence to the room causing the dull pain to spark to life once again. During your time in the Roost, not once had you thought you would be taken out by infection, instead the queen was constantly making sure your wounds were clean so you could suffer for longer. You'd thought that the guards would have gotten to you by then. Hearing just how close you were to the gaping jaws of death does nothing to you. You let the words slip away, not focusing on them as you look at the doctor.  

“You’ve been out for two days,” Ren says as if reading your mind. Tuning to his crewmates, he settles the two still on the floor with a glare. “Get out, I need to treat her wounds.” 

With a begrudging moan, Atsumu raises off the floor but the feral grin that covers his face as he steps out the door offers nothing but promised trouble. 

“I’ll bring you an ugly face that you’ll appreciate soon princess.” With those fleeting words, he’s gone. The captain following quickly on his heels, obviously wanting to give you some rare privacy. A luxury you'd gone without for so long it felt unnatural. 

“I apologise that we have no female’s on board that could help with this.” Ren says as you shuffle forwards. “It’ll be easier to treat it if you lie on your stomach”. It’s odd in a way, that the pirate doesn’t drill you with the same sneering leer that the guards had as you lay down on your stomach, pulling the back of your shirt up, revealing your back. 

 “It’s fine.” Compared to the people at the prison, this man was as innocent as a fly even if he had a dagger sheathed at his side. 

“Can I ask how this happened?” The crack of the whip is still as loud in your ears as it was just days ago. Without wanting to, your body instinctively inhales as a dulled spasm of pain shocks its way across your back, forking up to your shoulder and out towards your spine like splintered lightning as Ren coats the wounds with some sort of herb ointment. 

By the time the guards had finished with your punishment, you’d been able to almost feel each of the nine tails of the whip slowly digging away at your back. 

Not quiet knowing how to answer the question, you simply rest your cheek against your folded arms and shoot the pirate a look.  “A man’s pride is such a delicate thing.” 

Maybe you’d said it as a test, expecting a grunt of offended anger, however the low laugh that meets your ears instead surprises you.  “Having been in this kind of work for most of my life, I can agree with that.”

“Do you say that as a pirate, or a doctor?” You can’t help but ask, a small smile pulling to your lips despite the stinging pain of him working on your wounds. 

“Both.” Ren replies, a smile of his own forming as he finishes up. Reaching down to grab bandages off the back of the bed he speaks, “you wouldn't be surprised to know that men's pride gets more in the way when you’re trying to help them not die.” Not a surprise indeed. It’s not until he tells you to sit up so he can bandage you does his face begin to flush.

“I’ve got to bandage your wounds. I’m so sorry if this-” Maybe if you had been a different person, you may have hesitated. Rather, you shrug your shirt off, leaving your torso bare. To his credit, Ren’s eyes do not stray from his work on your spine, even as the bandage's wrapped around your chest and shoulder. 

“Even though you are the only female on this ship, I want to assure you of a few things before the captain releases the rest of the hounds on you.” Ren says once more, breaking the silence. 

“Everyone on this ship is aware of where you just escaped from, and we’re not naive enough to not understand that your experience there was anything but traumatic…” He manages to get out before finally taking a step back and holding your shirt out in front of you to grab as he still stands at your back. 

You continue to listen as you slip it back over your head. 

“Our captain is a man of honour, and all of us are too - even if there are a few questionable cases.” You have an idea that he’s talking about Atsumu. “I can guarantee that nothing will happen to you on this ship from the hands of one of our crew. Our captain would have their hands for such a thought.” Turning back around to face the tall man, you nod your head in thanks and wring your arms, immediately marvelling at the lightness of your limbs.

Without the dragging weight of the iron shackles, the movement feels almost wrong, looking at it feels wrong. Like there should be something there, that something is now missing. 

“Thank you.” You get out, not taking your eyes off your free hands until he speaks again.

“There’s no need, it's human decency.” Ren shrugs before levelling you with a look. “Your back is going to take a week, maybe more to heal properly - those cuts were very deep when I got to them, and it will leave a permanent scar.” This time it’s you that shrugs, flexing your wrists simply because the movement still feels strange. 

“I suppose I'll have a few of those,” Raising your hands until the red and still fresh scars around your wrists come into view. Without having to look down you know there will be matching ones on your ankles, but you’re not bothered by them. You’re just grateful that the bloody things are off. 

“I can give you some ointment to reduce scarring.” He offers, gathering the supplies left on the bed. 

“No it’s alright.” looking at your finally clean hands and arms, you can’t help but smile. “I don’t mind them.” Or the fact that you smell clean and not like piss - but you don’t voice the last part. 

Another soft knock sounds from the door, and it's the warm brown eyes of the captain’s that meet your gaze once more. 

“There’s not much, but it’s better than what you currently have.” Kita says in greeting as he slips through the door with a small neatly folded pile of fabric in his arms. It takes but a moment to realise they are for you, and another second to look down at the pathetic clothes you’re wearing. 

Brief embarrassment surges as you take in your bare legs and the very very large white long sleeve collared shirt that drowns your figure. These are not the clothes you jumped into the ocean in.

Flicking his doctor a nod of thanks as he passes, Kita looks back to you. 

“Your shirt was stuck to your wound so Ren had to cut it off you. And even if we wanted to save it for you - it reeked of piss.” He explains as if it solves everything. Taking the clothes and sitting down on the bed you furrow your brow. To be honest, you’re not all that bothered with the fact that at one point someone has seen you naked. They had to remove your clothes to get to the festering wound - it was life or death so it wasn’t that horrifying to think about for you. Yet you couldn’t help blurt out your curiosity. 

“May I ask who changed me?” 

The captain it seems was incredibly difficult to read. With a completely void expression you weren’t quite sure what to make of the silence that followed your question. Not until he turned his head towards the window, breaking your gaze and you saw the pink blush on the tips of his ears. Well, that would make it somewhat easier then. 

“That would be the sailing master on this vessel.” At your own blank expression, the captain's stoic face broke into a small smile. 

“Our navigator. A close friend of yours I believe.” It’s the amusement swimming in his dark gaze that has a blush burning across your cheeks. 

Did he mean Osamu? Oh gods… 

“Change your clothes and come out when you’re done. I’d like to introduce you to my crew now that you’re awake.” Were his parting words as he slipped back out of the door, finally leaving you utterly alone for the first time. 

Instead of immediately changing, you decide to take a quick snoop around the room. Not really looking for anything in particular, but simply getting familiar with your surroundings. 

Upon the desk near the bed, it’s piled high with various different items, coins, charts, leather back books that look so old and withered that if you were to pick it up it may crumble in your arms. 

The one thing that did catch your gaze was the wooden picture frame sitting next to the unlit lamp. Treading on silent feet, you round the desk until you can see it without disturbing anything on the desk. 

The image has you smiling for a reason you’re not sure of. You can immediately tell that the young boy perched on the lap of the old lady is the captain. But it's the expression of laughter and happiness covering their faces that has your heart clenching tightly in your chest. Kita couldn’t have been older than seven - close to how old you had been when your mother had passed. 

‘You are the embodiment of my heart walking outside of my body darling.’

Turning away from the picture, you trudge back to the bed and change. The white blouse is oversized yet comfortable, and the charcoal pants hugged your figure a bit too tightly - that would need to be rectified, but for now it was okay. The black weathered and beaten boots were slightly too big for your feet, so you were conscious of your steps as you opened the door, facing the captain once more. 

His gaze flickered over you in an assessing look, nothing more, before nodding. One day, you internally decide, I'm going to get a smile from this stoic man.

“If I didn’t know better, you could have passed for being a pirate.” He was a man of few words you were coming to realise as he turned and led you down the hall. 

‘Track your exits, your windows, where every person stands and where any liftable item is’ You could hear your fathers voice breathing down your neck. Back when you were a child, you had grumbled and groaned every time he came to oversee your lessons, lecturing you on things you’d heard countless times before. Now you wish you could hear him nag at you about etiquette or your stance or even your rats damned hair that never wanted to behave. 

The moment you both breach the external door, you wince again at the bright day light. You can't even remember the last time you stood in direct sunlight like this, so you take a moment to close your eyes and breathe in the air. The salinity of the breeze if familiar, but the lack of reeking fumes of your cell is a blessing. Exhaling, you block the full force of the sunshine from your face with your hand. Holy hells its bright.

You hear rather than see the scuffling of feet as you follow Kita’s back as he walks out onto the deck. When you manage to look up, a crowd of men stand in front of you, their gazes flicking between trying not to gawk at you in curiosity and to their captain who stands to in front of them. But as Kita clears his throat commanding their attention, there are more than a few admonished faces. 

Part of you knows that you should probably be looking at the captain as well, but your eyes become cemented on a man standing to the far left of the crowd, leaning against the ship railing with his arms crossed. 

There’s a soft breeze as the boat is moored, but it's still enough to whip his hair just enough to catch your eyes. His head is tilted towards the sky as if he is too just taing in the sunshine for the first time today. Your breath catches in your throat as he tilts his head back as Kita begins talking, but his eyes - those grey eyes - they immediately fall on you as if he knew exactly where you were. 

He’d always seemed to know where to find you when you were children so it wasn’t that much of a surprise. But now, seeing him in the bright sunlight, dressed in a dark grey shirt rolled up to his biceps, the front basically half undone showing his golden skin and the medallion hanging around his neck.

Osamu Miya was a man. 

It hits you just how far your youth is from you now. Gone was the scrawny boy you had known, with dreams of becoming the greatest swordsman in all the land to rival his father. 

Instead now here he stands, a pirate, the navigator of the Nine Tails. And you share the deck, no longer known as a princess, but a supposed murderer. 

There’s another cough by your side and you slide your gaze back to the rest of the crowd as Kita begins to make introductions. 

Apart from the twins, Ren, the captain and Ginjima, the rest of the faces held no familiarity. Kita’s first mate was the first to take a step forward and hold out his hand for you to shake. 

Aran Ojiro he had said, another quiet and seemingly level headed male, and an apparent opposite to many of the other men who were practically shoving each other out of the way to speak first until you were holding back on a laugh. 

The sound collapsed in your chest as gold eyes filled your vision. 

Him. Familiarity rang loud in your head as you looked at the man standing in the centre. You know him, you’re sure of it. As if reading your mind, Kita interrupts your train of thought. 

“Suna-”

“Rinatrou,” You finish, not realising you’ve said the words out loud until all eyes are on you once again. The attention normally wouldn’t phase you, but as you stare at the young man in front of you, it dawns on you just how vulnerable you are. Even with training your father had pushed you towards in your youth, you are still a woman on a boat full of wanted pirates.

I will not be afraid. Drawing courage from god knows where, you look level Suna with a blank stare.

“Your father was on the council underneath the king.”

“Yes.” His single word answer tugs at a string of anger buried just deep enough to glance over, and you find yourself wanting to snarl. 

“I passed him in the hall the day i was first dragged to the Roost.” Suna says nothing, simply listens as you let out your tangled thoughts. “He did nothing then, and every day since.” The men around you are so quiet that the only noise coming from the ship is the thudding of the waves lapping against it, and the creaking of the wooden mast as wind whips around the rolled up sails.  “He’s a piece of shit.”

“A fact that I am vividly aware of.” If he was half as much of a piece of shit as his father, you have no doubt that Kita would not have let him on his ship - no matter how much he may have needed his aid. You could hold no grudge against the boy you’d seen on and off in court since your childhood for the actions for his father. Because you knew first hand, that children are not always the same as their parents. Your brother and the current king are a prime example. 

The thought of Wakatoshi has you looking away from Suna, as if simply looking at him brought vivid images of your older brother to mind. What had he been told? That you had died? Or was he still unaware of your fate, thinking that the king's mother was simply taking you under her wing? 

“— could be.” Kita’s voice speaks quietly and you wouldn’t have picked up on it at all had there not been a gentle tap on your ankle. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see blonde hair and a smug grin and you fight the childish urge to kick him back. 

You may be grateful for Atsumu pulling you out of your spiralling thoughts, but you aren’t going to tell him that. Noticing your lack of attention, Kita simply turns your way and repeats what he said without a care in the world. 

“We’re looking for something, and I think you might be able to tell me where it could be.” You must look as lost as you feel after hearing that because Kita simply waves away his crew, telling them to return to whatever they were doing before leading you back inside. 

Entering the room that you were in before, you begin to realise it’s the captain's quarters. Kita doesn’t give you much time to stew over it as he rounds his desk, pushing things aside until you realise that the top of it is not made of wood, but a large map. 

A very old one, with cream withered paper, ripped and missing some of the corners, yet somehow it seems brand new at the same time. But more than the fact it is possibly the largest map you’ve seen, you realise you’ve seen part of it before. 

“It includes the Dead Isles.” You point out, leaning over the desk, looking at the archipelago of islands far off the coast of Hyogo. 

“It includes all the Dead Isles.” Kita corrects, making you tear your eyes off the paper and look at him. 

The Dead Isles archipelago didn’t appear on many maps, because no one had been able to completely cartograph the archipelago. The shallow reefs, razor sharp rocks and rumoured monsters of the deep, many people who had tried had died. And what land they had found was barren, unable to provide fertile fields for the people to farm - they had forgotten about much of the world and hence named the Dead Isles. 

“You mean to tell me that this is a complete and accurate map of one of the great mysteries of the known world.” You ask, not quite believing what he was saying. 

“It’s not one hundred percent accurate.” Osamu’s voice is like a whisper in the wind, and you find yourself utterly unable to do anything but watch as he shifts next to you, pointing a finger on the small cluster of Islands. Those grey eyes like swirling storm clouds shift to you, drawing you in until you feel like you’re standing in the middle of that hurricane where everything is still and quiet. 

Standing in the eye of a storm, that's how it feels when looking at the navigator.

“I wanted you to look at it and to see if anything looks familiar to you.” Kita finishes, dragging you back to reality and the task at hand. Anything familiar... its a map, of course its familiar. With furrowed brows you look over the map once more. What were they hoping for you to find? 

Nothing about the islands or their placement seemed to stand out to you. With a defeated sigh you let your eyes roam over the rest of it. About to voice your failure, you see the beautifully drawn design around the map. Many of the maps and charts you perused as a child were part of heavy tomes, artfully designed to be more appealing to the eye than factual. 

Parts of the map were similar to those, with depictions of the sun and moon, sea monsters spoken about in folktales and myths told to get children to behave, and constellations scattered around the border. 

It was one of those constellations that seemed to call out to you, as if there was a hand on your shoulder, urging you to look at it more. As if to say This one, can you see it?

You wouldn’t need that gut feeling to know that it was important. No it was the constellation that you had been obsessed with since you were but a child. A trident, with a crown of stars above the teeth.

You knew that constellation, that story. One that was passed down from person to person from your mothers people. A people from the Broken Islands that had all but died out, their myths and gods with them. 

So why on earth did they have that constellation on here?

Kita is already looking at you when you glance up for confirmation. And the light in his eyes tells you that you’ve just confirmed what he had thought. You know what he hoped you would. Did this have to do with the Kaimana constellation or its myth? Or could it be something more. 

Your brain whirls as you realise that this may be more complicated than simply looking at a map. That this may have to do with the entire hidden history your mother had known but was unable to fully share with you - and if he was riding on getting any major information from you he is going to be severely disappointed at your lack of knowledge. 

“You recognise the constellation.” Atsumu stated, sitting in the chair beside his captain, leaning back on two legs, but looking at you as if it weren’t a question that you might recognise, but a predetermined fact. 

 “I do, I read about it as a child.” You see the look Osamu shoots you out of the corner of your eye. One that calls you a rutting liar at the withheld truth of just how obsessed you had been with the story behind it. It’s Kita’s expression that has you explaining yourself. 

“My mother was from a small island tribe in the Broken Islands. They didn’t really have a written history, but instead their history and stories were passed down from generation to generation.” You start, looking back down at the map again.  “She died when I was a child, so much of that knowledge was lost with her. She had always said I’d needed to be older to hear some of the stories. Afterwards, I searched the royal archives for anything I didn’t know, or asked my father. But the books in there held only shadows of their knowledge.” 

Once again, you turn to the captain and finally stand up straight. “If it is information you want from me, I’m sorry but I don't think i'll be of much use to your cause.” 

“So far I you have been.” Kita points out before reaching into his coat pocket.  “Years ago I obtained an amulet. The night of your brother's coronation, we only infiltrated the event to make a trade deal.” Something in your chest aches at his words. You know, deep down you do, that the night you’d seen Osamu again hadn’t been out of pure curiosity on his behalf. Albeit you hadn’t known he was a pirate, you’d been blinded by the shock that he was there and alive to think of much else. So you shouldn’t be hurt by the truth, but yet here you are, your heart throbbing in time with the subdued pain in your back.

“Osamu said that you have far more knowledge of the ancient constellations and their meanings than he does. And considering much of what I have been told of them are obscenely contradictory to what they are now known as, I want someone who’s more knowledgeable on it than a simple ‘have read in passing’ hunch.”

“Why?” You ask before your brain has to chance to overthink whether asking outright is the right thing to do. What on earth are they looking for that may possibly have something to do with long lost constellations and stories. 

“I traded the life of my enemy’s first mate to get this back after it was stolen from me, because somehow, I just know that it’s important.” The captain’s voice was resolute as he pulled something out of his pocket, brandishing it on the desk for them all to see. 

There it is. 

The thick golden chain looks as if it was freshly polished, without a single scratch or mark upon it. At the bottom of the linked metal lies a large circular amulet. The branded large sea dragon wrapped almost around itself, its eyes embellished with two small sapphires has your heart dropping into your stomach. 

It’s back. 

When you were seven, you’d been diving off the main dock trying to find coastal clam shells when you’d gotten your foot stuck in some leftover fishing net that some of the fishermen had lazily just dumped under the wharf. You remember the panic, the fear as your chest burned from lack of oxygen. You’d struggled to see as you tried to hack away with your small fishing knife at the rope. You remember the black dots dancing in your vision, your heart thundering inside your skull until it was all that you could hear. 

Your body reacts the same as you look into the small sparkling eyes of the sea dragon. Its just as beautiful as it always had, the gemstone eyes just as hypnotic as when you’d looked at it, slowly falling asleep as a child. 

“Where-” your voice sounds foreign to you as it breaks. “Where did you get this?” With trembling fingers, you let your fingers brush over the metal. It’s so cold in comparison to the warmth you were used to, from hours and hours of resting against one's skin. 

“Why?” Maybe it’s the lack of explanation, or the blaring curiosity that has the small ember of anger flickering inside you from earlier exploding into a fiery rage. Maybe it's the fact that it is here, still in one piece that has your anguish burning to life. Or maybe, it’s because you are staring at the proof that this, this scrap piece of metal is here and she isn’t. “Because that,” You’re pathetic broken tone completely eclipsed by your fury as you shove a shaking finger at the amulet. “-was around my mothers neck when she was pushed out to sea on her funeral pyre.”

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[ardeidae-e]

skk but its fantasy au

Dazai belongs to the winter court, he's human. Chuuya belongs to the autumn court, he's fae. They are both princes. bam

the brain worms attacked me and @pepper-steam-milkshake so uh maybe there is a fanfic on the way

(btw these are the simplified, animation friendly versions, i do plan to do detailed, cooler ones later)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #soukoku #bsd skk #skk #i have like 5 different aus for these fuckers #help me god #fantasy au #my art

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CROWN

🗝Prompt: Even if he had to suffer for eternity, he would make you wear the crown.

🗝Pairing: Dazai Osamu x fem!reader

🗝A/N: I giggled writing this, although its been a long time since i ever wrote royalty au, i hope you like reading this. [p.s no proofread so if you see a update later, its prob me rewriting this]

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your figure laid on Dazai's lap as the soft wind blew, the flowers around the garden fragrancing the area. It was the relaxing hour in the afternoon and the royal staff seemed to be wandering off, relaxing the peaceful time. You open your eyes as you stare at Dazai, who was staring at you for quite a long time, before you shift a little, having your head placed more comfortable in his lap.

"Did you sleep well your highness?" Dazai asked amused, before gently brushing off the grass that was stuck in your hair. Previously, you and Dazai seemed to wander off in the royal gardens, taking place at the corner away from the maids and gardeners, before playing and scattering the collected leaves in the shade. The activity tired you, and Dazai insisted that it would be better to cool down a bit, only for you to dose off on his lap.

"Yeah, I did" You said, before picking yourself up, only to sit beside him, your back at the bark of the tree, and your head on his shoulder, "It was the most comfortable lap I ever slept on"

Dazai chuck at you response, before stating, "If you get caught, I might loss my job again"

"Don't worry that wouldn't happen."

"Aww, is princess worried about me?" Dazai said, before picking out a wild flower that seemed to grow in between the grass, examining it.

"Ofcourse, I cant loss my favorite servant again you know?"

There was a moment of silence between you too. The seasonal birds seemed to chirping in joy, drinking from the waterbeds laid in the garden, maids rushing towards the castle, indicating they were off to prepare for lunch.

Sighing, you pick yourself up, much to Dazai's dismay, dusting off your dress which seemed to be covered in tiny grass like hay before telling Dazai you were off to the building.

Without a second to spare, you move forward a little, only to see your brother walking near. Frightened by his authority, you turn your heels back towards Dazai, who was still sitting under the tree, eyes closed.

Higher your authority in the hierarchy of the world, lesser will the bond of relationship with others and family will go. Even if you were the eldest in the family, you were treated with nothing but a political tool.

As your brother approaches, a cold shiver runs down your spine. You both were never in good terms anyways. He was the crowned prince, the heir to this kingdom, and you were just a mere pawn who would be wed off anytime soon.

You take a step back, seeking refuge in the familiarity of Dazai's presence. Your brother, noticing your retreat, smirks knowingly.

"Well, well, if it isn't our dear princess slumming it in the garden with a servant," he sneers, his words dripping with nothing but hatred.

Dazai remains seated under the tree, eyes still closed as if oblivious to the approaching matter. Your brother's words cut deep, a painful reminder of the society that bind you. Despite being the eldest, your role in the family was reduced to a mere pawn and you could do nothing but endure his rotten words.

With a forced smile, you reply, "Just enjoying the fresh air, brother. No harm in that, is there?"

His expression darkens, and he steps closer, the air thickening with his unspoken authority. "Remember your place, dear sister. We have responsibilities to uphold, and you jeopardize everything with your foolish antics."

Oh how you wish to choke him.

"Being familiar with the servants of the castle only means to acknowledge the loyalty-"

Your brother scoffs, dismissing you with a wave of his hand. "A servant's loyalty is hardly a concern. Remember your station Y/N."

Your brother's gaze shifted from you to Dazai, his eyes narrowing in disapproval. "And who is this?" he inquired with a tone that dripped with arrogance.

Dazai, unflinching, looked up at your brother before standing, bowing down, "I am at the service of the princess, your majesty the crown prince."

Dazai knew how you felt. The burning urge to slaughter the man in front of him was rising, only if he had a sword. Dazai had been forever around you. The way you got your treatment from your family was worst then a relationship between a noble and a beggar and he couldnt help but embrace you every time you come running towards him. You never lacked in anything, but all you needed was authority,  and even if he had to suffer for eternity, he would make you wear the crown.

The tension in the air was thick as your brother's gaze bore into Dazai. You felt a shiver run down your spine, however, to your surprise, your brother simply scoffed and continued on his way, leaving you and Dazai in the garden.

As your brother walks away, you're left standing in the garden, torn between duty and desire. Before you could apologize Dazai for your brother's rudeness, Dazai bows down gracefully, taking your hand into his, "You know Y/N? It doesn't matter if it takes me to kill the royalty for you, because I would do anything for you to wear the crown," he says, his voice unwavering.

"Wha-What do you mean by that Dazai- Kill? Crown?"

"If a Lady wants the crown, then a lady deserves it, this humble servant is ready to kill them in your command" Dazai replies, before he kisses your forehead and leaving you, in the middle of the garden, standing alone. The gravity of Dazai's words hung in the air, challenging the rigid structure of royalty and hierarchy. 

The words hung around you like the memories of the past, because did you wanted the crown?

Even you didn't know. 

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[bleachification]

⸻ CHAPTER FIVE; ALL MEN ARE EQUAL

pairing: dazai x f!reader (fantasy au)

warnings: mentions/themes of depression

chapter list: this is CHAPTER FIVE of a multi-chapter fic series. PLEASE read the chapters below (in order) before this one or you will be very lost!!

prologue

one

two

three

four

word count: 3.5k

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Back in your homeland, at the Imperial Palace, the largest constructed facilities are ones of sport and training. Sharpened swords and polished armour take the place of bookshelves on bedroom walls, and the practice of scripture is seldom found. Higher education, though no less important than warfare, is strictly limited to scriveners, court officials, and the professional erudites of your father’s choosing. In the face of current conflicts, most of your father’s people are far more absorbed in military affairs and bureaucracy than arithmetics, the sciences and the humanities.

Although, when it came to you, it was like a switch went off and all those sentiments were turned upside down. 

By a certain age, your tutelage switched from scholarly knowledge to that of etiquette and what he referred to as ‘womanly affairs’. Those usually consisted of things like sewing, music, and art classes. The only one you ever enjoyed was the horseback lessons. 

But thankfully, your father’s one track mind meant you were never discovered for—or suspected of—possessing further-education books and studying politics, diplomacy, and military tactics on the days general schooling lessons were cancelled. It is why you find yourself in the royal library, hours before you are due to meet Dazai for dinner. 

Hundreds, if not thousands, of marble shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling. Each one is stacked, end-to-end, with leather bound tomes and tea-stained manuscripts. There is a fireplace in the right corner, carved from blackened stone and crackling with warmth. Around it sits a pair of dark-green, thickly-cushioned armchairs, along with a matching sofa that is wide enough to fit at least four people. 

You walk further in and are greeted with four arched windows spanning the length and height of the space, each one clear as the summer sea. You squint, momentarily blinded by a sudden passing ray of sunlight. Birds are chirping underneath the morning sky, and branches of a looming willow tree sway in front of the left-most window. You take in the sprawling garden view; a labyrinthine maze of hedges take up the centre, and a large assortment of decorations speckle the grounds. Smaller fountains, rainbow flower beds, and iron-wrought benches are only a few of what you can see. 

You look around a bit more, noting the study tables anchored to the floor and the winding staircase that leads to the open-plan second floor. The library is well-kept, as shown by the pots holding blooming flowers along the window sills, but the dust lining the shelves indicates that no one has used the archives in a long time. You wonder why—it is the first and only comforting place that you have found in the cold, lonely palace. 

You make your way down the stacks before a section catches your eye.

A Comprehensive Guide on Abilities and a Meta Analysis on their Structural Archetypes; 

The Scholar’s Circle’s Codex on Yokohama’s Political Affairs;

North vs. South: A Dynastic Tale of Continental History. 

You grab all three and almost lose your balance from the weight of each text. More and more books are added to the pile in your arms until you can no longer see straight ahead. 

With a huff, you drop the mountain of pending research onto an oak-stained study table and quickly get to work. 

Hours pass, the concept of time long faded as you lose yourself in the world of preternatural powers, warring states, and the cluttered institutions that make up the Kingdom in its most present form. 

The striking differences between Yokohama and the Northern Empire are more vast than you had ever imagined. It's a stark contrast—governance, industry, arts, religion and everything else you've come across so far. Not a single commonality to be found.

“How has…? But wouldn’t the roots originate from the dark ages? Let’s see…” you mumble, talking to no one in particular. 

“Have you found a specially interesting read?” A particular person asks. 

You fall out of your seat in surprise. 

“General!” You squeak, reeling from his sudden appearance. 

The mild-mannered Fukuzawa gives you a gentle smile and moves to help you up. He hooks two large arms under your own and lifts you back onto your chair. The scene reminds you of a mother cat picking its kitten up by the scruff of its neck.

You drop your head onto the table in embarrassment, refusing to make eye contact until, hopefully, a meteor comes falling onto earth and crushes you to death. 

“Good morning, General,” you mutter. 

“Hmm.”

You peek up at him with one eye. “What?”

“It is five in the evening,” he replies, bemused. 

“What?!” You bolt up, shame long forgotten. 

It takes you a second to realize how orange the library is, cast in the hues from the setting sun. 

You drag a hand over your face, rubbing the fatigue from your eyes. “Shit, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten.”

Fukuzawa raises a brow. 

“What? You’ve never heard a noble cuss before?” 

He taps his chin. “I can’t say I have. You truly are a breath of fresh air, Your Highness.”

You grin. “As are you, General. And please…”

He listens, head tilting in curiosity. 

“It is [name]. We are friends, are we not?” Your false sincerity coats your words like a second skin.  

The sun dips far below the horizon, robbing the world of its light. You take in the storm clouds in the distance, absentmindedly wondering if the Empire would experience the same downpour later in the night. 

Fukuzawa ponders your question for a moment longer before answering. “We are, but I am also your subordinate, so I am afraid I must decline.”

“And if it is an order?”

Fukuzawa’s eyes sparkle. “Then I am under aristocratic obligation to comply.”

In a tone laced with authority and bemusement, you proclaim: “I, acting Monarch of Yokohama, hereby order General Yukichi Fukuzawa to act beyond propriety and address me by given name only. No titles, no fancy designations. Just [name].” 

“As long as you are willing to grant me that same honor, [name].”

You grin. “See? Isn’t that so much better, Yukichi?”

The General only laughs and turns to take a seat across from you. The armour he dons makes a clanging noise as he settles himself. Patches of dirt litter the surface of the metal while other areas sport minor indents—likely from the force of a blade's flat or hilt. 

“Did that hurt?” You nod towards the largest dip in the steel. 

He looks down at his left side, around the area between his upper ribs. “Couldn’t even feel it.”

“Of course not,” you wave, returning your attention back to the pages. 

“I see you are interested in…” Fukuzawa leans over the table, peering at the emboldened titles of each tome. “Yokohama politics, history, and culture?”

“The pen is mightier than the sword, as they say,” you muse. “And a bright mind is far mightier than those stumbling blind in the darkness of their own ignorance.”

“I do wish more members of the court shared that sentiment. It would certainly make my migraines less frequent.” 

You faintly recall the term from a book you finished earlier. “The… inner court?”

“The very same. A parliamentary round table of aristocrats and representatives, headed by the Four Noble Houses.”

“The Four Noble Houses? You mean…” You cringe, an unpleasant memory resurfacing. 

Fukuzawa’s eyes gleam with amusement. “Ah, yes. I recall a certain purple-faced duke drenched in the colours of His Majesty’s most favoured cabernet sauvignon.”

You smile sheepishly. “I messed up, didn’t I?”

“Formally? Yes.”

You groan and drop your head in your hands.

Fukuzawa lays a palm on your shoulder and gives you a gentle pat. 

“But reasonably? Absolutely not. He deserved ten times worse than what he got.”

“Someone needed to stand up to him,” you point out. 

“Sadly, there are not many people who can.”

You sigh at that and go back to your research. The moment you set your eyes back on the book, the pages in front of you begin to blur and mesh into a whirlpool of ink. 

“Maybe it is time for a break…” you murmur. 

Fukuzawa leans forward and studies your fatigued expression. 

“What have you learned so far?”

You snort. “You mean other than our sordid history? The decades of hatred and conflict brewing between our countries?”

“Ah, yes. Besides that fun little facet of our politics.”

You run through the miles of information you had just absorbed, each little bit coming together piece by piece to paint a very clear picture of the modern world—one where mystic abilities, gods of old, and monsters coexist in disharmony. 

‘Abilities’ as you have come to know them, are practically non-existent among the lower caste in the Northern Empire. The only ones who wield them are of noble blood, aside from the rare few commoners—unfortunate individuals who would be executed for merely holding power outside of their status. Even then, barely anyone manifests one. In recent years, the only ability-user you know of is Chuuya.  

In Yokohama, these powers are respected, admired, and much more plentiful. In your textual observations, it is noted that the military and governing leaders are chosen for their abilities. 

“Hm… what is yours?”

 You are curious. What sort of fate-bending, death-defying power could this seasoned warrior have?

“Mine?”

“Your ability. You must have one, being the head of such an elite corps.”

“My ability…” he pauses. 

You raised a teasing brow. “What? You’re not going to tell me?”

“Just considering the risks of doing so. You have proven yourself to be both smart and deceitful. A deadly combination.”

“Are you saying you don’t trust me?” You place a hand on your chest in mock offence, scoffing in indignation. 

Fukuzawa laughs—that familiar smooth rumble that you have come to find placating. “Would I be wise to?”

“Of course not.” You wave a dismissive hand. “But you should tell me anyway because I am curious and stubborn and will likely find out on my own regardless.”

The general’s gaze is filled with a kind of warmth that is unknown to you, only interrupted by a flicker of a melancholy that twists his expression momentarily." It happens so fast you almost mistake it for a trick of the light.

“You remind me so much of her…” He mumbles under his breath so softly you pass it off as a whisper of the wind. “Very well. I will tell you.”

The sun has all but disappeared from the horizon, the shimmering moon slipping in its place. The dark, glittering night falls onto Fukuzawa’s features beautifully, making  him seem a little more weathered and a little less mundane as he explains his decidedly non-mundane powers. 

“It allows me to control my soldiers’ own abilities. I am able to manipulate their capabilities, help navigate their potential, and expand the boundaries of what they can do. That is my ability,” he explains. 

You mull over Fukuzawa’s words, a bit surprised at the nature of it all. The powerfully built military veteran looks at you like he knows what you are thinking—knows that you are confused on why someone with his battle prowess has such a passive skill. 

“You forget, Your Highness, that before I am a warrior, I am first and foremost a leader. Without my men, I am nothing, and without me, many of those men would not have survived until now,” he states. He says it like a fact, and perhaps in some ways, it is. It makes more sense the longer you think on it, his ability is almost perfectly suited to his position. You wonder what yours would be if you manifested one. What about Dazai? Would his ability reflect bloodthirst and coldness? Or would it be the opposite of what you know him as?

You make a mental note to come back to that question later, and direct your attention back to the conversation at hand. 

“[Name],” you correct.

Fukuzawa blinks. “Sorry?”

“You called me ‘Your Highness’ just now.”

“I apologize. Force of habit,” he drops his head in a slight bow and the moonlight streaming through the open windows reflects off his gray hair, transforming it into a silver mane. 

Fukuzawa apologizes to you a lot, like a father fumbling for words in front of his newborn, careful not to be anything but kind. If anything, you find it endearing. As well as a little… disappointing. 

“General.”

Fukuzawa’s smile drops at your change in tone. The worry in his eyes is clear. “Is something wrong?”

You give him a small smile, a tad tense. “No. Not really. Though, I would like to ask you something. Would you humour me?”

“Of course. I will answer anything within reason,” he reassures. 

You rest your cheek against your palm, curiosity and wariness burning bright. 

“Why are you so kind to me? I know how this country views the Empire—views me. I am not blind to the scornful glances nor hidden insults thrown around. I am numb to them. But you… Kunikida… that peculiar doctor as well, you are all much too cordial with a sworn enemy. Is it pity? Some misplaced sense of duty? Or perhaps it is all fake and you are all laughing behind my back as we speak.”

Silence spreads through the empty library, the only noises are the crackling of the fireplace and the gentle swishes of the willow branch behind you. The only thing you hear is your pulse thrumming against your skull.

If Fukuzawa is taken aback by your bluntness, he does not show it. Despite only knowing you for this short period of time, he is probably already used to your brusque manner of speech. He folds his hands in front of him and leans backward, taking some time to come up with a suitable answer. You can practically see the gears turning in that head of his. 

A few moments pass before he finally speaks in a serious, yet gentle, voice.

“Do you think yourself undeserving of our respect?”

You shake your head and answer: “Not at all. I am only surprised you would willingly impart it to me.”

“I cannot speak on Sir Kunikida or Dr. Yosano’s behalf—although, I imagine they share the same thoughts—but I am kind to you because it is common sense. I am kind to you because I am honoured to serve under your reign,” Fukuzawa assures. His expression softens. “I am truly sorry about the harassment you have had to endure. I will do my best to keep them in check, but if it happens again, do not be afraid to use your status. You are their ruler. Do not let them forget it.”

A lump forms in your throat and you force yourself to swallow it down. The support eases your heart, but the anxiety does not fully disappear, nor does the cold tingle of resentment in your chest. They probably never will. For now, you will accept his words, but with caution, as you are still very much in enemy territory. You will need to lead with your mind to survive, not your heart.  

And Fukuzawa? The gentle general is merely a stepping stone, not a friend. 

“I… am grateful. Tha—”

“General Fukuzawa!” In a very familiar fashion, the doors to the library burst open to reveal a man, effectively cutting you off. 

Kunikida stands beneath the frame, face alarmingly red and breaths coming out in short, laboured puffs. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Fukuzawa grimacing. 

“What. Are. You. Doing. Here?.” The minister spits out each word with barely contained anger—more accusation than actual question. 

“Chief Minister.” Fukuzawa bows and slowly inches himself towards the door, closer and closer to the fuming blonde. “I see you are… upset.”

Kunikida’s eye twitches. “Upset? Upset?!” His voice hits an impressive octave and you briefly wonder if he’s ever considered a career in opera. He certainly has the knack for it. 

“I—” 

“The outdoor arena is on fire.”

The general clears his throat. 

“Right. I did tell them not to try out those new techniques without me around, though His Majesty’s soldiers were never ones to adhere to the rules.”

“A black hole opened up in the ceiling and swallowed three stable boys. They were… fully nude when they fell out an hour later.”

Fukuzawa blinks. 

“That’s… new.”

“You have five seconds,” Kunikida says flatly. 

“Well. Duty calls. I shall have to put out some fires… er… literally.” Fukuzawa makes his way to the open doors and is about to leave when he adds: “Have a wonderful  night, [name].”

“Good luck,” you laugh. 

He gives you a small wave before disappearing down the hall. 

You turn your attention to Kunikida who is now slightly less red, though still glowing a nice shade of pink. 

“Good evening, Chief Minister. To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask. 

“I am here to bring you to dinner service. Perhaps you have forgotten? You seem to be engrossed in our literary offerings,” he answers plainly. 

Kunikida stays standing, but has walked further into the room, hands clasped behind him as he studies the books you chose with furrowed eyebrows. 

“I enjoy reading. Is that such a crime?”

“I am only surprised you were able to find this place. After His Majesty banned entry, most just ignore it as they pass by.”

You cock your head to the right. “I was curious about that. Why? It is a beautiful library—a sunlit treasure trove of knowledge. I would imagine most people would be clawing at the doors for just a glance, yet it is as barren and untravelled as the deserts in the West,” you muse.

 Your curiosity is only a mild interest until Kunikida’s gaze sharply turns away from yours, blatantly avoiding your poking and prodding. His averted eyes cause what little inquisitiveness you had just felt to balloon into a wave of eager investigation. 

“Kunikida.”

He adjusts his glasses and nervously glances at his timepiece. “We are going to be late if—”

“Kunikida.”

He sighs, relenting. 

“If nobody uses this place, why is it so well kept? There are no dirt patches or cobwebs, but the dust between pages suggests that no one has opened them for many years. ”

“If I were to make an educated guess…” Kunikida stops for a moment to think. “I would wager that His Majesty misses what it used to be, and is only trying to preserve the last of that magic. Though the memories here are much too vivid and much too painful for him to come back to.”

What it used to be… 

A flicker of something… a fleeting feeling… No. A memory. At the very back of your mind—

“But I do not think he will continue to do so.”

It vanishes, and you fall back to reality, grasping at nothing and nowhere. 

You shake yourself out of your daze, a bit peeved at the interruption, but curious all the same. 

“Do what? Preserve this place? You believe he will let it just… crumble to ruins?”

Kunikida takes a seat and folds his gloved hands together. The lines on his forehead appear as he tenses, preparing his next words with careful precision. He works his jaw, tension releasing and forming with each movement, as if he is warring internally, fighting to either let the words out or keep it in. 

You hope he chooses the former. The more information, the better. 

His expression settles and a stern look replaces his calm visage. Whatever he has to say must be serious.

You catch yourself tapping the side of your thigh anxiously under the table and clamp your fingers down on your leg… hard. Your father did always say that a royal must be poised and perfect, and he made it extremely clear that such emotions were to be erased and forgotten. 

And if they weren’t… 

A chill runs down your spine at the memories.

“I am well aware that you are, and pardon my candor, untrustworthy.”

You almost snort. Not the first time you’ve heard that and it certainly won’t be the last.

Kunikida continues. “But I believe it is only right to tell you as His Majesty’s spouse. King Dazai is… he is…” Kunikida pauses as he fumbles for the right word. 

A clock ticks. Kunikida settles on a phrase. 

“Unwell. A disease of the mind and heart that has stolen his will. He is here only to serve a purpose and that purpose is not to live out the rest of his life. He exists, but for years now he has not been… here. Almost as if one wrong move and the line His Majesty balances upon disappears and takes him with it.”

Time slows. The air thickens. Are you breathing?

“Slowly but surely, he is fading away,” Kunikida pauses and swallows as he tries to work out his next words. 

“Some days I believe he is better. Most days I do not allow myself to indulge in such a lie.”

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[baeshijima]

anyway since my hq!! hyperfixation has reared its head around once more, i shall remind u all of one thing:

iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer (+ argentina player oikawa tooru)

#sophie's idle chatter #...........my brain chemistry went through a complete and utter overhaul when the timeskip happened in the manga #ESP WAKATOSHI LIKE OURGHGKD #AND OFC WASHIO TATSUKI AND ONIGIRI MIYA OSAMU #and the whole iwaizumi and wakatoshi meet up in usa.... sobs.... and when iwa sent their selfie to oikawa.... sobs again.... #i love hq!! its genuinely such a comfort anime/manga for me like good lord #my pinterest made me cry seeing them in the timeskip again... #but also some of the official arts reminded me of the x reader longfic + au fics i planned years ago #i think i still have the canon longfic + fantasy au longfic notes... ourgh... maybe its time to go back to my hq!! writer era....

[asterlae]

Some fem soukoku from sketchbook

Maybe I'll re-do the last one when I go back to drawing in pc

#my art #soukoku #fem soukoku #genderbend #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #in some i dont really have to relay entirely in my sketchbook #bc my dogs doesn't really needs me to stay with her 24/7 #but Im still nerveous about leaving her alone since shes starting to be very energetic again #anyways have some lesbians #this is my way of trying to distance a little from the huge hyperfixation that was trigun #im still going to continue the fantasy Au bc I like that AU #im bad at taking photos

[generouskittentidalwave]

OH BOY WHAT IS THIS? ART? APPEARING ON MY BLOG? YES IT IS TRUE.

Yes for those who are not aware I do, in fact, make art! ^^

I loved @canisbeanz Astro boy mlp au and the designs created for it so I decided to make fan art of Astro getting his cutiemark during the scene of the show where he figures out what his purpose is, as that is how ponies in mlp get their cutiemark! :]

Little guy was just brought into the world and he already earned his cutiemark, good for him!

I hope you like it @canisbeanz! And have a wonderful day everyone! :D

#astro boy #astro boy 2003 #astro boy fanart #astro boy au #osamu tezuka #sci fi show #sci fi series #sci fi art #sci fi #sci fi and fantasy #mlp #mlp g4 #mlp g4 fanart #my little pony fanart #mlp fim #mlp friendship is magic #my little pony g4 #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp fanart #mlp fim fanart #my little pony au #mlp g4 au #mlp au #mlp fim au #fantasy #anime tv show #anime shows #anime series #anime #anime and manga

[ninapi]

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Premise: The last option to overcome the illness that holds you was very much uncertain. A place only known to be a myth became your last chance to survive. Welcome to the fox village, a place full of mystical beings, a place to finally call home, a place where love knocks in more than one door at the same time and choosing which to open might as well change your life forever.

Word Count: 4129

Note: Welcome to the second half of my fantasy story, to understand what’s going on you would need to at least read the chapter 0 of the first part (link here). ✨

Chapter 0: The lost girl

Not the owls nor the bakenekos were able to find a cure to the bird disease that held you captive, your friends from the Tengu clan were succumbing to despair as your condition worsened every day that went by.

After discarding the other possible options, the only one left was to embark in an ill fated quest with not much of a success rate on your own, your decision aggravating your beloved friends and earning you a one way ticket to the land of the unknown.

The way from the east side of the forest down south was a treacherous path, you were told this by many, but you didn’t expect it to be this bad. It’s been raining heavily during the past few days, the path flooded and almost impossible to walk through it, but you had to keep going.

You made a promise, a promise to your friends, the closest thing to a family you’ve ever had. You would survive, you would beat this disease and live the life you were supposed to have, to find happiness. Nothing some muddy water would stop you from achieving.

The days were long, the food your friends gave you was now gone.

You didn’t know where you were or how long you still needed to walk to find this village. They didn’t even know if it was actually real or just a myth. Everyone still alive that knew about it refused to give you word of its whereabouts hoping you would die trying, anything was better than getting the foxes attention.

The sky was finally blue, not a single cloud in the sky. Not being able to eat or drink for three days straight and tired of walking miles without a rest, your consciousness was starting to fail, black dots suddenly in every surface, until black was all you could see.

The fall was hard, you could feel a sharp pain on the side of your head before finally disconnecting yourself from reality, you thought this was probably your end, the village was nowhere near and you haven’t seen any creature of the forest for days now, nobody would find you here. But you had a decent life, at least you were able to spend some more time with your dear feathered friends before passing.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

“Tsumu, what’s that?” the youngest of one of the most prominent families in the village spotted something big fall on the main path while he was picking up some fresh mushrooms close by. “What was what?” his twin was concentrated in his task, making sure he wouldn’t confuse the edible mushrooms with the poisonous ones, the beating he took for making that awful mistake once still lives in his skin. “Something fell hard on the road, sounded like something big though, like a person.” he was peeking through the foliage, their village is very well hidden, no human had step on it in over a millennium, could it be hunters? “You’re delusional, Samu. Focus.” but he was certain of what he saw, it also hadn’t move since it fell, should be harmless. So he dropped his basket full of mushrooms and ran over to the road.

You were bleeding, clearly dehydrated. Your feet were full of heavily infected blisters and seemed like you lost a shoe somewhere.

“Tsumu, it’s a girl... I found a girl.” he grabbed a stick, poking your side gently with it, cautiously. You looked anything but dangerous, but you looked human after all and humans were dangerous.

“You found a what? You mean like a human girl? Or from a different clan? Get your ass back here if you don’t want to be kicked out of our village like Aran did.” he was still mourning the loss of his friend who had run away with a girl from the bakeneko clan, he just left like if his clan meant nothing to him. Hundreds of years of friendship thrown in the trash. “I think she's human. Don't be an ass, Just take my basket.” he was carefully lifting you up, trying to get you on his back. “Oh no, you are NOT bringing that thing with us. Put it down, NOW!” his fangs were out, growling at his twin in disgust, “Shut up, I do what I want with my life. You can tell Ma you picked up all the mushrooms. I saw your basket you had like three.” Atsumu scoffed, peeking into his brother’s basket which was full to the brim with high quality picks. “Fine! If she bites you don’t say I didn’t tell you so!” he went back to his mushroom hunt while Samu headed towards the village, drops of blood falling on his shoulder and alarming the young fox.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Once he arrived at the entrance of the village, the gatekeeper and his senior, Omimi was giving him a hard time. “Osamu, we can’t allow strangers in, you know this.” he was shouting all the way up from his post at the watch tower. Your breath was getting shallower, and his anxiety levels were rising quickly, “Can’t you see she’s hurt?? I feel her dying on me, please just let me in, I will take in the consequences.” with a heavy sigh, he let the gate open up just a tiny bit trying to draw as less attention as possible, “Hurry.” Samu nodded to his friend, smiling briefly at him before dashing towards the healer’s house.

“Kurosu-sama, please help me!” he was banging on the elder’s door, hoping he was there. A groan coming from the inside, “Come in, Miya. What is it, that can’t wait for my nap time to be over?” Samu opened his door, kicking his sandals off and rushing inside. “Please help her. I think she’s dying.” he lowered you down on the tatami floor, gently holding your head with one of his hands to accommodate the lack of pillows in his proximity. “Miya, this is a human girl. What have you done…” he was terrified, he hadn’t seen a human in centuries, “I know, but she needs help. Can you do something? I found her not far from here already looking like this.” the older man handed him a pillow to put under your head, hoping to get some space to take a good look at your injuries, “Move, kid. I won’t eat her, if you want me to help her, I need to see what’s wrong.” hesitantly, he moved to the side, providing some space but without going too far in case he had to act if he tried some dirty trick on you, “Fetch me some water, we need to clean her wounds first.”

Lightning fast would not be enough to describe how fast Osamu came back with a bucket full of water and some clean rags, even the elder was surprised, he’s usually pretty slow and lazy, very unexpected of him, “Clean her feet, I’ll take her head.” Samu was doing his best not to hurt you, but your feet were looking pretty bad, you flinched when he touched a deep cut on the side of your ankle, “You’re fine, it’s ok, it’s just water. Kurosu-sama will help you very soon.” his voice soothed the frown on your face, lulling you back to sleep right away. The elder was worried, he’s never seen the kid act this way, Aran’s story coming back to him just as it did to Atsumu. But at least Aran wasn’t stupid enough to bring the girl to the village, this was almost unprecedented, it happened once, and that’s why they were not pure foxes anymore but half breeds, this won’t be seen well by the rest of the village. “Osamu, once I heal her, we are taking her back to the forest before anyone else can see her, you hear me boy?” he was shaking his head, carefully applying a clean bandage on your left foot. “Kurosu-sama, her head. How is it?”

“She took a heavy blow against what I think was a rock, but it’s just a flesh wound, not what made her collapse. She is very malnourished and dehydrated, though. I’m going to make a tonic for her, stay here.” nodding, he looked around for a blanket, it was a chilly afternoon, seemed like it would rain again soon.

Once he was back, he saw you covered with one of his favorite blankets, Osamu had already cleaned your face and there was no sign of blood on you anymore. With a heavy sigh he handed him the tonic so he could give it to you, somehow, he felt like it would trigger the kid if he went any closer to you.

He took the small bowl with one hand and lifted your head carefully with the other, bringing the bowl to your lips. It started spilling all over the place, your lips just not opening wide enough for the liquid to go inside properly. “Kurosu-sama, is the tonic dangerous for me?” he was looking desperate at this point, half of the tonic already spilled, “No, why would it be dangerous for you-“ without letting him finish his sentence, Osamu took the remaining tonic in his mouth and pressed his lips against yours, making sure you would drink all the content as you should.

The healer was more flustered than Osamu himself at his actions, it wasn’t like he was trying to steal a kiss from you, he was just frustrated with the stupid bowl. “C’mon boy, let her rest. Let’s wait for her to wake up outside.” reluctantly, he obeyed.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

It took three full days for you to wake up, Samu never left your side, this causing the entire village to realize something was off.

He was not one to miss his shift at his parent’s owned restaurant, it was the only one in the village, so more than one villager realized he was missing. Atsumu was spotted a few times close to the healer’s house and Omimi was even more quiet than usual, this picked the leader’s interest.

The village used to be run by an elder woman, she was the eldest among all the current population of that side of the forest and had finally passed after a bountiful 5366 years of age. Her grandson was appointed as the new leader, despite his young age, he earned the respect of every single one of them, no one would go against his grandma’s wishes anyways.

You woke up to the feeling of something fuzzy poking your nostrils, making you sneeze. The sudden loud noise waking Samu up, one of his fuzzy ears was just a bit too close to your face. “Finally, you are awake.” he was rubbing his eyes tiredly, looking down at you like if sharing a futon with you was the most normal thing to do, forgetting this was the first time you’ve actually seen him. “Where am I?” all you could remember was the sharp pain on your head which was still present but way less intense. “We are at the healer’s house, I found you almost dead on the road, so I brought you to my village. Miya Osamu, by the way. My name.” you looked at him bashfully, he was handsome, but what had your attention were the fuzzy ears on the top of his head, a fox. “Is this the fox village? Did I find it?” your smile caught him off guard, giving you a short nod, “You were looking for my village? Why?” you were now sitting up beside him, taking in the building you were in, “Oh and I’m (Y/N) sorry, I got sidetracked. Thank you for saving my life, Miya-san. I will be forever in your debt. I was looking for your village because I have a rare bird produced disease. I actually came all the way here from the east side of the forest, my friends from the Tengu clan were trying to help me get rid of it, but not them nor the owl clan, not even the Bakeneko clan could find a way to fix it. I don’t mind dying. But I made a promise that I would try my best to survive. So, they sent me here as the last resort.”

The healer who was hearing everything from the other side of the wall, walked in unannounced, “We can’t help you girl. We might have overly long lives, but we aren’t gods. Our ways wouldn’t help you, we are different species.” your eyes wavered, a sad smile painted your features. Another dead end.

“Unless….” Samu stood up, looking at the healer. “Unless nothing, kid. She won’t receive Inari’s blessing.” you tugged on Osamu’s yukata, silently pleading for an explanation. He sat back down, looking into your eyes, “There’s an ancient legend that says if a human receives Inari’s blessing, they will become one of us. Since we aren’t mortal beings, your disease wouldn’t kill you.”

The leader of the village made his way inside the room where all of you were, having heard the last part of Osamu’s story, “Though, only one human had ever received such blessing, my grandfather, and he is dead, we aren’t completely immortal after all, we all die eventually. So, no one knows how he did it.” you bowed, imitating your new friend, he seemed like someone important. “But leader, the rest of the legend says that-“ Kita interrupted Osamu’s disrespectful outburst, “That true love from a fox and a human can bring Inari’s blessing. Yeah, I know. But my grandfather wasn’t sick, he lived here for ten years with my grandma, very much in love, before he received the blessing. So, we don’t know the whole story.” Osamu deflated next to you; would you even have ten years to figure it out? How long did love even take to flourish? What did true love even feel like?

More people kept coming in the healer’s house, now becoming an audience of some sort.

“I told him he should of just leave her to die on the road.” Atsumu scoffed, his harsh words making you coil behind Osamu.

“I’m not going to side with your brother, Osamu. You did a very noble thing; you have my respect for that. But you know it breaks the village rules, you can’t bring a human here. Not after what happened with my grandfather breaking the rules.” your head poked from the side of Osamu’s arm, looking at two toned haired fox. “What happened?” your voice was nothing but a whisper, but they all could hear you, “We are not a pure breed anymore.” your shaky hand held onto Samu’s strong arm for moral support, “Is…Is that a bad thing?” you were seriously curious, you’ve heard of the Bakeneko clan, they couldn’t care less for the origin of their partner, you actually found that endearing, even inspiring.

“Well, I don’t particularly think that way. But that’s how it’s always been, we don’t mess with rules around here.” the leader looked down at you, frowning, no wonder Osamu took a liking to you, you were just as disrespectful as he was.

“Almighty leader, may I say something?” the sarcastic son of the most prominent house of the village, the Suna family, spoke, coming out of nowhere. “You may.” he made some space for the new face to go into the room and revel on the presence of the newcomer. “All the elders expect our generation to bring pups and to not let our village die. But how are we supposed to do that when there’s only one girl around our age and that happens to be my sister, who’s very much sold to your family already? Wouldn’t it be convenient to have at least one more female around? Or do you expect me to make babies with the twin’s mother? Because I am very opposed to that, not even sure if she can even have more.” Osamu’s fist was clenching hard, placing a protective arm in front of you. “Don’t know what you are even talking about, Suna. Looks pretty claimed to me. What would you get out of this?” the man was now crawling his way over to you to peek behind the massive man guarding your form, a sly smirk on his face. “They just met, that’s not how we do things around here, the Miyas know this well.” he was a bit scary, didn’t give you the sense of safety Osamu did.

“He is right. It’s not first come first served. We would all have the same right to claim her, even you, leader.” Atsumu was now on your other side, making you shrink even more, holding onto Osamu for dear life, “Back off you low lives. You are scaring her.” his canines ready to bite an arm or two off any second now.

Heaving a deep disappointed sigh out, the leader straightened his back, a power display causing the younger foxes to retrieve. “While the claims of the Suna family might be accurate, this must be discussed with the eldest of the clans. We are indeed already a half breed, if we mix it with the same other half, it wouldn’t make the offspring any less pure than we are.” Samu released the breath he was holding at his words, relaxing his clenched fists, “This, however, will not guarantee you keeping the girl, Miya Osamu. And it will also not guarantee she will ever get Inari’s blessing. True love requires two hearts, feeling the same, weighing the same. We don’t need a woman who cannot provide offspring for the clan, so this isn’t up to me. All I can do is grant permission for the time being for her to be here. But you know the rules, she can’t go back to her world, she would have to stay here for good, or we would have to kill her.” he gave you one last look before leaving the house.

Osamu turned to look at you, he thought you would be crying at hearing such harsh words, but you were already destined to die, this wouldn’t shake your resolution. It was a complicated process though, is not like you can force a blessing from a god.

“Shall we go to my house? I’m sure we have enough room for you, at least until the leader dims you worthy of getting your own house.” you got up with his help, getting ready to walk to this new destination.

“Nah-uh. What did the leader say? The girl isn’t yours. Why would she stay in your house?” that blank stare and sly smirk were seriously giving you trust issues, he didn’t seem dangerous, it felt more like if he was desperate, but that was equally scary.

“Back off, Suna. She’s injured, scared and needs time to rest. It’s not time for romantic drama, besides, who do you think she would prefer being with? Someone who actually cares for her and is wiling to get kicked out of the village just to bring her to safety, or someone who’s just after her womb?” he was getting kicked out for you? Why? Why would he go to such lengths for a stranger…?

”So you are telling me that’s not what you’re after? What is it you wanna do with her, bake together? Do you think we are all stupid? I’m not letting the Miya family take the only girl available so easily, not without a fight, besides, we own the only inn in the village. Wouldn’t it be more suitable for a young unmarried woman to have her own room in a public inn rather than compromising her to not only one but two of her courtship options? That’s playing dirty.” he was going to take you away, wasn’t he? Samu could feel your heart rate pressed to his ribs, you were clearly scared and didn’t want to go with the sly fox.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be scared, you don’t have to go with him if you don’t want to.” he was cradling your face with one of his large hands, melting you to your bones. “Hands off, Samu. You’ve been awfully touchy with her, disgusting. I think she should go with Suna too. Even if that means I won’t have my share of time with her right now, at least it would keep you at a distance. Who would have thought you’d be such an intense rival.” you held his hand down from your face and padded your way over to the sly fox. “I…I don’t want to cause you any more troubles, you’ve already done so much for me. I’ll be ok.” the adoring look on your face, causing Samu’s lungs to stop working.

Suna guided you out of the house and towards his inn, a defeated looking Samu left alone to sulk in the now empty room.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you in any way. I’m actually pretty harmless.” his comment startled you but you could see he was just trying to break the ice, “My mother will make sure to give you a proper room and we’ll take care of your meals. Just make sure to rest and recover quickly. I’m usually at the counter on the first floor, you can always come to me if you need anything. I won’t lock you away or anything like that. That’s not how you get someone to love you, I guess.” you gave him and appreciative smile and limped on your own towards his house. It annoyed him to his core to see how you were desperately clinging onto Osamu, almost cuddling him, but you refuse to ask for his help even if you are in obvious intense pain. This wouldn’t be an easy win for any of them.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

The Suna family was unexpectedly very warm and kind. They gave you a nice big room with a lovely view of the mountains. The sly fox told you to call him by his first name as in the village many people had the same last name it would just be confusing to all. He brought you a fluffy comfortable futon and dozens of kimonos for you to wear at your own convenience. He was doing the best he could, and you were grateful, you didn’t hate this side of him, he was in all truth very kind and funny even.

The leader of the village managed to convince the elders to give you time, give their protective god a chance. Reminded them of the legend once told by many, the one now hanging from the wall decorating the walls of his office. A prophecy of some sort.

The legend didn’t end there, there was more to it, though this bit wasn’t shared with the common folk, “Time will come when the true heir of Inari is born to humans and will bring happiness and prosperity to the village in decline...”

Kita believed in true love, that’s how his grandparents were able to be together for thousands of years helping to build the well balanced and prosper society they live in right now.

But will there be enough time for that?

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Masterlist

#haikyuu!! #fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu au #slow burn #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x f!reader #new series #haikyu x reader #haikyu fanfiction #haikyu alternate universe #haikyuu fanfiction #fantasy romance #haikyuu x female reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya twins #kita shinsuke #kita x reader #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #inarizaki #family fluff #fantasy au #haikyu imagines #hq x reader

[a-random-weeb]

i want to do another thing

alr, alr, I know I have 100000 fanfictions to write for requests and whatever, but some of them I don't want to write at all, so they might take awhile, I'll still write a bunch of them, I still have a few from the last event but... I want to do another thing. It's completely different from the last event btw

Also, if you have any ideas as to what we should call the last event, please feel free to but it in with a request, or just straight up put in in the ask box, I'm begging you I need ideas as to what to call it

i want to write one of those longer, au stories rather than oneshots.

Maybe fantasy au Werewolf Chuuya x reader? Or something with Dazai? Maybe even dragon bakugou, or prince Midoriya. Knight Tanjiro, donut rengoku (😭), scientist in fantasy world Senku, vampire Karma akabane, anything(All x reader btw)

Anyway, I'm hoping to write a cool, fantasy au type story, but any thoughts or requests are highly appreciated! I'll only pick one, maybe two, I can't to everyones request this time but everyones request is greatly appreciated and I might do oneshots for some of the requests I don't choose. Anyway, feel free to request anything, and I hope I'm actually good at writing stories

Guys please request ideas for the bookkkkkk-ish thingggg (idk what to call it)

#bsd #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #dazai x reader #Bakugou x reader #bakugo x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #MHA #mha fantasy au #Fantasy au #pls request #My hero academia #my hero academia x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku mydoria #izuku midoria x reader #deku #bakugo #deku midoriya #bnha deku #katsuki bakugou

[aijousketches]

#haikyuu #kita shinsuke #osamu miya #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #miya osamu #shinsuke kita #yumie kita #inarizaki #fox au #fantasy au

[justandjela]

Summary:

“Gather around kids because what I’m about to tell you it’s not just a story about prophecy.It’s something that really happened. Long time ago. I used to think that this was my story, but it was not . I was actually just part of that story. Part of unveiling destiny’s secrets. The reason I’m still here is to make sure nobody forgets the sacrifices that had to be made so that you could now have a future. But most importantly, I’m still here because I’m waiting for someone. Without them, I can’t finish the book. But I have a feeling they’ll be here very soon. “ he smiles softly before clearing his throat. “So like every story, I’ll start from the very beginning. Listen carefully because I’m not going to repeat myself.”

#nakahara chuuya #soukoku #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bsd #fantasy au #soukoku fanfiction #fanfiction #fan fic #fanfic

[atsukashii]

World Map

Soldier, Poet, King

✗ synopsis : imprisoned for a crime you did not commit, you are left shackled in the dark away from the world. vowing to end the queen who dealt your life sentence, you bide your time waiting for your chance to end it all. However, a promise of freedom comes on a whisper in the shadows, taking the form of dark eyes, and gray wind swept hair carrying the scent of the sea.

AUTHORS NOTE | welcome to the eastern seaboard of the main continent where this story takes place. although the story will not all of these locations in it, they may be mentioned. so i wanted to create a visual for you and myself to help you keep track of the location.

1st map | the official map for the readers, the zoomed in portion of part of the dead isles is not shown on map 2 (for obvious reasons)

2nd map | is the map owned by the Nine Tails crew, more specifically its sailing master Osamu, and features information about their previous travels and possible plans for the future

TAGLIST | open - shoot me an ask to be added if you want

#soldier poet king #osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #haikyuu fantasy au #osamu fantasy au #atsukashii writes

[dutu2u]

fyozai idea 1

"I transmigrated into the body of the FL's older brother, and the obsessive yandere ML won't leave me alone!"

That's self explanatory enough but I'd like to think Fyodor(the obsessive yandere ML) would be wildly different from how he is in the novel, which is typical for these stories. He'd be some regressor bottling up a lot of hate for the OG cast including the FL's older brother. He's on his like 100th regression or something and he just completely gives up on everything and instead opts for this more spiteful route. IN WHICH, he gives up on taking care of his health for the majority of his youth. In the "original story" that I'm half making up rn, he wasn't as sickly, and took care of his health regularly with a lot of due diligence. So, in this story he's more frail.

When the recently transmigrated Dazai meets the regressed Fyodor he specifically notes that he looks nothing like what was described in the novel and looks scrawny(they meet as kids), and wayy more hostile towards transmigrated Dazai and his sister. BUT Fyodor quickly realizes that Dazai in particular is acting out of character. There's this mutual realization that something is up, their reactions vary a lot though. For example, Fyodor becomes really curious and a bit desperate, while Dazai is instead more intrigued and confused.

OKAY, so now it's timeskip!! Academy arc ect, all that good stuff. If their childhood was this mutual curiosity then their teen years are a whole lot of antics and just trying to get the other to crack. Fyodor is still inherently yandere and possessive ofc, even more since he(Dazai) is the only one acting differently. Similar to a beacon, everyone else in the cast is also beginning to act differently because of Dazai and Fyodor is even more protective of him as he's hoping Dazai will be the key to his escape from the regression loop thingy. Dazai on the other hand is beginning to get really irritated with Fyodor since he can't "read" him like the rest of the cast.

Romantically, I think Fyodor would fall first purely because of his obsession, while Dazai is one of those main characters who still views the world they transmigrate/reincarnate into as a "book" even though they lived something akin to a second life there(being there since childhood). Fyodor was the only person there who actually brought him down to earth, and actually made him "think"(he is typically detached from the moment).

In the end, they learn the truth about the world and each other, and then die together<3(after they fix fyodors regression thingy and kinda destroy the world)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd fyodor #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x dazai #dazai x fyodor #fantasy au #transmigration #fyozai #dostozai #transmigrated fantasy AU fyozai #think manwha vibes #kinda existential too #bsd stuff #bsd headcanons #ig?

[lujart]

🧚‍♂️🏴‍☠️🌿✨

My osayama piece for @/hqzineproject (Twitter)! The zine is available for free!! 🥰

#lujart #haikyuu #osayama #miya osamu #osamu miya #tadashi yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaosa #pirate au #fantasy au #trans #non binary #ace #asexual #gay #bi #bisexual #lgtb #queer

[bleachification]

in reverence - dazai

+ dazai x reader (fantasy au)

+ chapter THREE of all that glitters is not gold (prologue please read this first!!) is here :*

ch. one: dissonance; ch. two: trojan horse (also read these before)

next chapter (4): a painting’s ire

+ author’s note: i used past tense for funsies and idk if i hate it or not so pls lemme know which u guys prefer (ok now onto the fic)

Dazai did not speak to or communicate with you for the rest of the journey. You’d think that would have been cause for relief or gratitude, but instead you found yourself feeling… nothing. Empty. Like the past few days had been nothing but a hazy dream. One that you feared you may never wake from. 

The trip was a five-day affair, a period of uneventful seafaring and mild weather. The dolphins you had seen one early morning were the highlight of your passing time. It was a pod of lively creatures that spun through the air and sped alongside the ship, each racing to be at the forefront of the group. Competitive things, they were. The freedom they enjoyed caused an ache in your chest to worsen—a feeling that you’d been in accompaniment with since childhood. 

The evening you arrived at the Empire’s capital, Yokohama City, a blaring horn sounded and the ship burst to life. Servants and workmen of all departments and status flew around the vessel in a bustling frenzy. You were ushered off the ship by an assortment of guards and handmaids, a group that tallied a total of eight people, excluding yourself. 

As you disembarked, you saw cartfuls of luggage being siphoned out the lower decks and onto the docks. The very docks that were swarmed with Imperial guards, officials, and servants. Each bore a golden insignia carved in the shape of a wolf’s head on their clothing—the seal of the royal family. It was the very symbol of Dazai’s lineage and power. 

You shifted your eyes away, only to immediately squint at the harsh sunlight. With a hand blocking the dizzying rays, you stepped forward, ready to push your way through the crowd. You were heir to their nation’s most formidable foe—respect was not a luxury you had much expectation of. 

But the moment you walked forward, a hush fell over the crowd, and a most startling thing occurred. Dazai’s people parted like the sea, carving out a path to the shining carriage that awaited you at the end of the road. 

You took another step and was surprised once again. Every single person there knelt before you, heads bowed in reverence. In respect. 

“This…” you faltered, unsure of yourself for the first time that week—since you first boarded the ship. “It is unnecessary.”

Dazai appeared from seemingly nowhere and stood beside you. “On the contrary. They are merely acting in accordance with what status dictates.” 

He leveled his gaze on you. “They treat you as they should—as a ruling half of the Kingdom. The better half.” 

Like a lion to a buzzing fly, you ignored him. Dazai frowned at your cold indifference, but decided to bite his tongue.

“Sire…” A soldier walked up to the King and began whispering in his ear, a bit frantic in his movements. Dazai’s brows knitted together, and you found yourself sorely curious about what sort of catastrophe could have made the normally nonchalant Dazai so anxious. 

A few more murmurs from the both of them and the knight was sent running off.

“Anything I should be concerned about?” You asked, your inquisitive nature got the better of you.

Dazai cleared his throat and averted his gaze as if he was wracking his brain for an answer. He finally settled on one. 

“Nothing for you to worry your pretty head about.” His tone was light; his smile big and cheerful. But you’d known this boy since the beginning of your lives. You could detect the tension in his jaw and the slight strain in his tone. Did he really think he could hide those things from you?

He hid many things, you reminded yourself. 

“A poor excuse. If you will not allow me to be informed, then just say so. There was no need to lie.” You looked him directly in the eyes as you spoke your next words, “After all, have you not done that enough?”

Dazai’s smile fell and his expression turned momentarily cold. He leaned down, so that you were nose-to-nose. You refused to flinch—refused to let him get the better of you. 

“I have done many things, Y/N. Some good, some questionable, and some bad. What I have never done is lie to you. Never,” he snarled. 

You would be taken aback at his quiet ferocity if it weren’t for the fact that Dazai had stopped being someone to fear a long time ago. Instead, you shrugged. 

“You could have fooled me.”

Without waiting for an answer, you turned and made your way down the path towards the carriage. Dazai followed behind in silence. He tried to open the door for you, but you got to it first, yanking it back with so much force the hinges seemed to protest out loud.

Dazai stumbled back just in time, narrowly missing a door to the face. “I understand your anger, but must you attempt to assassinate me on our first day back in my homeland? I am still King.”

“I am well aware of what you are. I just don’t care,” you state. 

With a roll of your shoulders, you stepped inside and took a seat on one end of the lavish vehicle. Velvet, gold trimming, and taffeta pillows made up the interior. The exterior was a whole other story—led by four white-coated stallions, the carriage was the same shining colour and gilded with gold leaves. Extravagant and dramatic—much like its owner. 

Dazai sat across from you and sighed. “You wound me.”

The carriage started to move. It was much smoother than you expected. The city lights blurred as the horses gathered speed, racing against the waning daylight. Nightfall would soon come, the setting sun in the distance was a clear indication. 

“It likely won’t be the only time,” you said. There was no remorse or sympathy to be found—you were void of them. 

“Y/N–” he started.

“Stop,” you interrupted him. Dazai’s mouth hung open mid-sentence as you continued. “I can barely tolerate your presence now. Do not make it worse by trying to converse once more. I have nothing to say to you and want to hear nothing of what you have to say to me.”

He shifted in his seat and leaned towards you, searching the planes of your face for any sense of familiarity. There was none. There were many things different about you, but many more just the same. The flickers of the old you that he saw in the stranger before him were about as fragile as glass, and much sharper. Much more… painful. 

“We are married. You can’t possibly avoid me for the rest of our lives.”

You stared at him, unwavering. “I won’t have to.”

A slight furrow of the brow was the only indication of his confusion. “What does… Never mind that. We must speak, no matter how uncomfortable it is.”

You scoffed. “Uncomfortable? I am sitting across from the man that murdered my mother. The man that I am now wed to against my will!” 

Dazai’s gaze fell to the floor at the anger rising in your voice. You didn’t stop.

“We are far past the realm of uncomfortable. You are lucky I do not slit your throat from where I sit. As far as I am concerned, that is more merciful than what you deserve,” you hissed. 

He swallowed and ran a hand through his dark hair. “That night—Y/N you must understand, I–”

Again, your irritation surfaced and you cut him off. “Understand what, Your Majesty? Will it change anything? Will it change the fact that you plunged a sword through my mother and left her bleeding on the palace grounds like a stuck pig?”

His expression shuttered, a mask swirling with shame, frustration, and restraint fell into its place. “No. It will not,” he admitted.

Your lungs stuttered at his blatant confession. You knew it to be true—saw it with your own eyes—but having Dazai confirm your fears and the abominable truth they hid behind… it was like a clamp had tethered itself to your heart and refused to let go. 

You forced any and all emotion from your expression and coolly regarded him. 

“Then whatever you wanted to say is unnecessary and irrelevant.” 

He tried to reply and voice his jumbled mess of emotions and thoughts, but the carriage had grinded to a stop and one of his own knights had opened the door for the both of you to exit from.

You had arrived at the Royal Castle; Dazai’s estate and your future home. 

You were greeted with a symphony of trumpets signalling your arrival, in pure noble fashion. A giant structure laden from stone and glass loomed over you. The palace stood in all its glory—six stories of spotless marble and glittering gold accents. It shone even in the shadow of night. 

Like always, knights lined up next to you and marched along as you entered the palace.

The foyer opens up into the second floor. Cascading steps as pristine as the rest of the palace sprouted from the center and widened into the arms of the second floor. Chandeliers hung from the painted ceilings that displayed artworks worthy of being in the holiest of cathedrals. Struck by the grandeur of it all, you almost forgot that it was the den of wolves. And you had just walked into it, with no one and nothing by your side except your wits.  

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Dazai asked, slightly breathless. If you had just turned towards him, perhaps you would understand why he seemed so awestruck at the sight of his own home. If you had just turned towards him… you would have noticed his eyes on you instead. 

“Truly fit for a King,” you muttered, gaze wandering across the statues and sculptures positioned around the room. 

Dazai smiled softly. A wave of pride washed over him as he said: “It is all yours, from now until forevermore.”

You shattered that pride within an instant. “It is not. It will never be.”

“Y/N–” He began. 

“I don’t want it. I want nothing of yours except perhaps…” You trailed off. 

Except perhaps your head on a silver platter, you thought. 

Dazai perked up. “Except what? Whatever it is, I will grant it if it is within my power. Actually, no, never mind that—tell me what it is, I will find a way to—”

Tired of his relentless energy and endless words, you briskly walked away from him toward an older looking man who stood in front of two other knights. He had long silver hair, the length was much like that of Chief Minister Kunikida. But that was where the similarities ended. Unlike the Chief Minister, the man before you was dressed in fitted armor and a cape, a heavy longsword resting by his side. He had a large build, and although his facial features were rugged and weathered, he still carried himself with an air of elegance. Like he had lived a thousand lives as a warrior and another thousand as a noble. 

“Good evening. What is your name?” You asked. 

The silver-haired man lifted an eyebrow, a mix of confusion and amusement coloring his expression. “Greetings to Your Royal Highness, I am Yukichi Fukuzawa, General of the Red Army.”

You cocked your head, faintly aware of Dazai in the background sulking. “The Red Army?”

“They are the throne’s guards. As well as the Kingdom’s first and last line of defense. The largest and strongest unit in my military,” Dazai interrupted, still sulking.

Again, you ignored him. “You are an impressive man, General Fukuzawa.”

The General’s lips quirked up into a slight smile, mirth glittering behind his eyes as he glanced over at his King. ‘You flatter me, Your Royal Highness, but I am merely a soldier doing his duty.”

“Such a shame, a handsome man like yourself off in the frontlines,” you sighed. 

“Handsome?!” Dazai squeaked from somewhere behind you. 

At that proclamation, the General let out a deep, rumbling laugh. It warmed you to the bones. “I am but an old man. You flatter me again.”

You smiled and held your hand out. He shook it, still shaking his head as his smile grew wider. 

“I think we are going to be fine friends, General.”

“I agree, Your Royal Highness,” he affirmed. 

Dazai cleared his throat violently—like a sickly cat hacking up a hairball. “Fukuzawa, why are you here?”

The General snapped his attention over to his lord, features turning serious again. “Sir. Aside from welcoming your darling spouse—”

You beamed. Dazai brooded. 

“I needed to speak with you regarding the Membrance campaign… Updates are scarce… No word back from the… Time is running out…”

You huffed. Great. More whispering and secrets that you were not privy to. 

You excused yourself as the two men whispered furiously to each other, both seemingly too lost in the urgency of the topic to care for your absence. Whatever it was must have been important, and you had to find out what it was about. 

A helpful maid guided you to your room—another luxurious suite that was situated on the palace’s top floor. From that distance, you could see the stretch of the country—all the way to the forest before the border. 

Finally alone, you pulled out your materials. A portfolio, an empty journal, twin daggers, and three vials of pure belladonna poison. 

The portfolio, thick with papers and files, was shoved into a locked drawer. You tied the key around your upper arm with a string, the item now hidden beneath the sleeves of your clothes. The daggers were strapped to your thigh with a specially-made holster, and the empty journal was laid upon your desk. The poison, glass pots of clear liquid, were arranged in a line in the back end of your bathroom medicine cabinet, hidden in plain sight. It was the one place no one but a doctor would look, and even then, you could just pass it off as misplaced cosmetics. They were unassuming and plain, and yet a small drop could fell a horse. 

You had barely shut the cabinet door before a knock sounded out. 

“Yes?”

“Your Highness, I am here to help you prepare for dinner,” a girl’s voice rang out. 

You allowed her in, although begrudgingly. The last thing you wanted was to have dinner with the King. 

The young girl flitted around your room, running around with a mountain of clothing selections in hand, not to mention the shoes and accessories.

“Surely such fineries are not required for mere dinner?”

She blinked. “Um… Your Highness, are you unaware of tonight’s event?”

Your left eye twitched. “Event?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“What event?” You dreaded the answer.

Again, the girl blinked. “Why, your welcoming banquet, of course.”

Forget the poison, you were going to strangle your groom the moment you set eyes on him tonight. 

The maid continued her busybodying—powdering, fitting, draping, bathing… the works.

As she sat you in front of the mirror, ready to finish your makeup and help you into the final attire choices, she asked: “Does Your Highness have any preference on visuals tonight?”

You stared at yourself in the mirror. A vacant shell stared back. 

“Make me devastating.”

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[kentopedia]

❝𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄❞ welcome to kentopedia's love through the ages collab. in honor of another lonely valentine’s day, i wanted to combine my two greatest loves: history and literature! so this is for anyone who wants a passionate romance and loves the aesthetics of the past. because i know that no matter when you live and die, your favs will always choose you ♡

STATUS: OPEN

♛ — TO JOIN

submit a piece based off a time in history you find interesting. it can be an au of your favorite classic novel, a song you enjoy from a period before your own, a piece of art you enjoy, or something entirely your own. be creative!!

please reblog this post & send me an ask with the character you'd like to write about and the inspiration. for example: "nanami + renaissance" (which is what i’ll be writing teehee).

♛ — REQUIREMENTS

no fandom limitation, but i will cap it off at 2 entries per character (i won’t count mine in that limit!). and you can join as many times as you want.

this is a historical au collab, so i will not accept any submissions based in the 21st century :) but it can go back as far as you want!

there is no deadline. minimum of 500 words, but no maximum. i love long fics! please use the read more feature on your posts.

♛ — OTHER

anyone can join, this is not limited to followers. no age requirement, but you must be 18+ to submit nsfw pieces, with an age indicator. make sure to follow the rules of all creators involved (including me!).

submissions can be as historically accurate or inaccurate as you want them to be, and could include fantasy elements too! this is all about capturing the aesthetics of a time period, but i will never limit anyone’s creativity. it can be extremely niche too!

all forms of art are welcome, not just writing, as long as they are of your own creation.

nsfw, sfw, dark content, etc. is all acceptable. be sure to tag accordingly!

♛ — TO SUBMIT

tag me in your submission so i can also add you to the masterlist. also, link this post on your submission to spread the love to other readers! i will be reading all the submissions and reblogging with feedback as well. let me know if you have any questions!

bungo stray dogs . . .

fyodor dostoevsky and hades & persephone by @lovedazai

nakahara chuuya and post wwii yakuza by @cheriiyaya

nakahara chuuya and the 1800s italian mafia by @osaemu

dazai osamu & fyodor dostoevsky as rival painters in the renaissance by @aureatchi

dazai osamu & fyodor dostoevsky in the trojan war by @fyorina

fyodor dostoevsky and victorian era royalty by @verlainepaul

dazai as a fallen angel by @chuuyrr

jujutsu kaisen . . .

nanami kento and the renaissance by @kentopedia

okkotsu yuta as an edo period samurai by @anqelically

gojo satoru & geto suguru and the medieval period by @flowerpersephone

geto suguru as a nineteenth century vampire by @todorokies

nanami kento and the victorian era by @starsinmylatte

gojo satoru and orpheus and eurydice by @forest-hashira

geto suguru and the american old west by @forest-hashira

geto suguru and phantom of the opera by @mynahx3

geto suguru and ancient greece by @mochimooon

nanami kento and the heian period by @purpleqilinwrites

fushiguro toji as a medieval bandit by @honeybleed

true form sukuna ryomen and ancient greece by @girlwithsharpt33th

okkotsu yuuta and post apocalyptic 1600s by @atsquie

nanami kento as a medieval knight by @mynahx3

nanami kento and the regency period by @kentopedia

nanami kento and ancient japan by @mynahx3

attack on titan . . .

reiner braun as a wwii soldier by @thel0v3hashira143

levi ackerman and the impressionist era by @be-co-me

armin arlert and the early 20th century by @crazychaoticizzy

eren jaeger and the age of piracy by @bloompompom

demon slayer . . .

shinazugawa sanemi and antony & cleopatra by @mitsuristoleme

tengen uzui and the roaring 20s by @forest-hashira

haikyuu . . .

kuroo tetsurō and the space race by @ktsumu

kuroo tetsurō & iwaizumi hajime in regency era inspired japan by @jarjarwinx

persona 5 . . .

akira kurusu and the prohibition era by @clubkira

genshin impact . . .

albedo as a renaissance by @clubkira

blue lock . . .

noel noa and indonesian colonization by

#𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓫 ❤︎ #painting in graphic romeo and juliet by frank dicksee :) #if no one joins … pretend u never saw this. #jjk x reader #aot x reader #csm x reader #jujutsu kaisen #attack on titan #haikyuu #x reader #jjk x you #aot x you #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd #bllk x reader #bllk x you