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bungostraydoggos · 5 years

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Dazai, atsushi and akutagawa reacting to their s/o getting fatly injured and is at the brink of death while trying to protect them? (Sorry i'm a hoe for angst lol)

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Dazai Osamu

「人間失格...」 No longer human... Ah yes, that’s right--- as those three words spilt from his shivering lips, those were certainly the epitome of the state he was in. To see Dazai’s beloved slashed in front of him was harsh. He never knew the feeling of hopelessness was real until the tragic moment dawned onto him. Despite his superb keenness and special repellent ability, the fact that he wasn’t able to protect them in the end remained. The reality to see their eyes gradually fading into blank emptiness as their dark blood spurt like a fountain left Dazai utterly speechless. His worn-out bandages reaches out to them in a slow motion, trying to grasp at least any part of them that was left intact. The enemy was too quick and too strong for Dazai alone to handle, and it was nearly impossible to face him since he had no combative strength nor powers. However, he really believed his intellect and quick wit could evade the enemy, but it only lasted a couple of minutes and at the end, it was all in vain when he witnessed his partner taking the blow from the enemy’s attack--- all in order to protect him. Why would you protect me? I should’ve been the one protecting you yet you---! There was no use in reflecting over spilt milk. Dazai’s eyes widened at every second they saw their body falling. It’s strange. It’s not fair, and it just can’t be. Even though Dazai was already beginning to crumble at the sight of his significant other injured, there was something else that made him swell with even more pain inside. At death’s door, they smiled at Dazai as if reassuring him that they’ll be okay. In all honesty, it felt like some sort of a joke. They can’t be alright in that tattered condition. They can’t be okay. No words could describe how Dazai was feeling. In his moments of reaching out to them, within seconds after the unfortunate event that just transpired, Atsushi finally arrived at the scene to help. Dazai scoops their fainted body and gently puts them in Atsushi’s care. The tiger boy tried to talk to Dazai about the enemy but it was no use. His dark eyes were darker than any darkness. One could say Dazai has returned to his old mafia self but truthfully, his current anger was far more dangerous and deadly than anything. It was as if he was truly no longer human. The ex-mafia returns to the battlefield before saying his final words to Atsushi. “Whatever happens, take care of them.” Dazai’s possessed state of rage was suddenly soothed when he heard a familiar voice. “Don’t... die... please...” Their voice trailed off into his ears, reminding him to make sure he comes back alive because even though with severe injuries, they’ll try to stay alive too. Dazai softly smiled that looked all too painful. “No promises but... I’ll be back.” With that, Dazai left to defeat the enemy with everything he had. The only one who witnessed the whole murder-like scene was Atsushi and in his words, it was the most frightening moment he has ever experienced in his life.

Nakajima Atsushi

One of the things Atsushi has gotten used to hearing was the sound of his leg teared apart by an enemy, but not the sound of his significant other’s leg being teared apart. It was awful. The enemy took their gutty muscles and ripped it apart like it was some pillow. The ripping sounds was like the sound of breaking wood. Repeated, it was awful. This rush of anger felt like a rush of steroids pumping through his veins. Atsushi didn’t waste a second and his tiger-speed immediately retrieved his injured partner away from the enemy. His speed was so fast there were no blood trails of his companion until he set them aside in a safer spot where they won’t get hurt. The enemy laughs at Atsushi’s emotional state while mocking him and provoking him with meaningless threats and blackmails. The were-tiger wasn’t listening. The rush of blood was too strong and while it was pumping throughout his body and sharp ears, he didn’t hear a word his enemy spouted. He didn’t hear anything except the thumping sound of his heart beating and accelerating into a ferocious rage in which no one could hear except him. Atsushi turns around with an intense glare. His tiger-eyes were piercing through his enemy’s soul, and his black claws baring out intimidating the enemy’s spirit. This kind of feeling was almost a first for Atsushi. He couldn’t really tell what to make of this overwhelming state of emotion. Is it because his lover got hurt during his fight? Probably, but even so, the fact that they shouldn’t have gotten hurt remains the same and for Atsushi, he was so angry at his incapability of protecting them properly and unharmed. He was so angry. So angry at himself yet he knew his priority was to destroy his enemy as payback in what they did to his significant other. In a flash, Atsushi began countless attacks against the enemy and within minutes, they were defeated and splatted like flies. It wasn’t until Dr. Yosano yelled at the tiger that helped him realize he was getting out of control. “They’re okay now! I got them healed and their leg back together. It’s okay now, Atsushi...” Dr. Yosano’s words were like sweet honey to Atsushi. When he turned around to see his beloved laying beside the doctor, his eyes became watery and his trembling legs tried its best coming over to their side. He looks at them carefully and sees that their healthy color is slowly returning. Atsushi holds their hands into his like a prayer. “Thank god... I’m so glad...” With that, the case incident with the monster enemy was closed and soon after, Atsushi and his companion returned to the ADA to fully recover.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

It was so quiet. The atmosphere and aura around Akutagawa was suffocatingly quiet. Even though Akutagawa already holds a dark and gloomy image, right now, he felt even more darker and overwhelmingly terrifying. His eyes looked as if it gouging out with pure rage. The warm feeling of blood staining his body spread like wildfire. He carried them in his arms after the enemy hit a huge attack against his significant other causing them to lose complete consciousness. It was an awful attack but what was more awful was Akutagawa’s deadly reaction of seeing his beloved partner knocked out and severely injured. He honestly had doubts that they might survive but he couldn’t help but to hope for at least anything. All sense of logic disappeared from Akutagawa at this point. All that was left in his mind right now was to kill the enemy no matter what. He needed to obliterate them because that way, his companion will survive. That’s how it works, right? To Akutagawa, common sense was a foreign thing now and he transitioned into a state of a murderer ready to avenge his almost fallen partner. The blood staining his clothes were getting warmer and thicker. It felt like Akutagawa’s companion was spilling their blood for him, lending him their strength to defeat this damned enemy. Akutagawa activates his ultimate combination attack. His black cloak enveloped his slim body along with his partner. Together, Akutagawa looked like a black demon carrying his bride to the path of victory and vengeance. The black cloak boosted his powers while his partner’s spilt blood was like an impenetrable coated armor. Within milliseconds, Akutagawa slit the head of the enemy after blowing relentless Rashoumon attacks. The bloody scene around Akutagawa was like a day painted in red. The smell of iron was pungent and when Higuchi arrived at the scene, all of her admiration to her superior quickly turned into that of fear. What the hell happened? Well, who knew love could turn a man into an even more treacherous mafia. Akutagawa remained silent from the beginning almost as if he was mourning. He silently deactivates his Rashoumon cloak and stands still under the grey clouds. Higuchi comes closer after collecting her wits and sees her superior’s severely injured lover in his arms. She tries to touch her, but Akutagawa glared at his subordinate while yelling “don’t touch!”. Higuchi flinched but if anything, she got angry. Even though she had her own feelings for him, deep down she knew that this injured person in this man’s arms was precious to Akutagawa more than anyone and anything in this world and because of that, Higuchi needed to save Akutagwa’s significant other or else Akutagwa’s sorrow could never disappear— it’s all in order to save them. “You want to save them, don’t you?! Then you have to at least trust me to take care of them! We could save them if we get to the hospital right now so stop sulking!” This was the first time Higuchi shouted to Akutagawa. Maybe because of that, Akutgawa was slightly taken aback. He falls silent before defeatedly handing over his lover to Higuchi. Of course, all in the hopes to save them. “Sorry... I’m counting on you.” With that, Higuchi gathers her wits again and takes Akutagawa’s significant other to the hospital while the Black Lizard team cleans up the mess. Akutagawa stands silently without moving an inch from where he stood before. His hands grasping the red tainted black coat. He takes a moment to himself where the lingering warmth lasted and after a few minutes, he leaves the messy scene to return back to his lover’s side.

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pywriting · 5 years

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Prompt 9: “Hesitate”

They’d been told not to go out, with all the attacks that had occurred. Every day had the looming threat of another attack. The dragons had grown more bold in the last year or so, and no day felt truly safe.

Even so, the ever-young, and bold, Prisa didn’t heed the warnings enough. In spite of her parents’ worrisome nature, she assured them the school wasn’t that far away, and that she would take the back routes to assure she was in the more central parts of Ishgard rather than the far more ravaged outer walls.

Tonight, though, she’d found herself late coming back. There had been an attack, of course, and the citizens had been told to stay inside for the time. When it was finally clear enough for her to leave, night had already fallen.

When she stepped out and started on her way, she noted how the air reeked of fire. Not many others were out, and certainly none would walk with her back to the lower rings of Ishgard. None, at least, in the school.

It was a bit of a scary sensation, seeing how dead and cold the buildings grew. Lights had been dimmed greatly, and the entire city had grown to have a darkness with the constant fires that ravaged around the different districts of the city.

There was a layer of soot that mixed in snow, clinging to everything and leaving it’s marks. It made her recall how many days she’d spent lately having to help back at the manor, to scrub the windows and clean it all from the nobles’ steps. Keeping that pristine image for those upper districts.

So much cleaning...

The young girl didn’t pay much attention to it, focusing instead on hurrying her steps to get through her route back home once more. Turn after turn, she went through the alleyways, keeping to herself and her thoughts.

It was all fine and as planned, until she took one of her last few turns. She was completely stopped by rubble and wood that had collapsed. There was no burning fire, but it filled the alleyway and kept any from passing.

At first, she was going to turn about, and figure her way around this mess, had she not been stopped by the glint of metal that caught her eye.

She stopped herself, looking back to the piles and observing it more closely. True to what she thought, under some of the stone and wood, there was the metallic form of one of the knights, caught in the fall of this building.

Not much could be seen of them, beyond their arm and both legs, but it was clear they were still there. She wasn’t sure if they were dead or alive, and she sure as hell wasn’t sure if she wanted to get herself in the way of trying to uncover a body all her own. Though there was something that nagged at her that kept her from running back to find more help.

Rather than turn her steps back down the alley, she instead moved forward quickly and called out to the man or woman buried here under this all.

“Hello? Can you hear me? Are you alive?”

She started to pull at the stones that had fallen. All small ones at first, making sure nothing would collapse if she pulled it away. There were no sounds that came from them, and for what felt like an eternity, all she did was struggle to move stone after stone, shifting the rubble from this form.

Finally, despite having absolutely no answer, she’d uncovered the knight stuck there in the midst of the destruction, She struggled getting a hold of them, her strength barely enough to pull them sloppily from the mess they’d gotten themselves into.

Setting them flat on the cold stone ground. Finally, Prisa could see the full extent of the external damage to them. A large gash in their chainmail had dug deep and clearly cut into the arm. It still bled, filled with dirt and grime. The breastplate had a sickening dent that surely had pressed deep into the chest cavity, and there was more blood that seeped through the cracks of the armor near their waist.

They were injured, and badly so. Did she really drag out a corpse?

No, no. She could make sure. Moving quickly, her hands were suddenly shaking as she pulled at the ties that kept the heavy helmet on their head. Tugging it free, she could finally see the poor man that had suffered this terrible fate.

He was unconscious, his eyes closed and dried blood on his lips, sloppily coating his cheek in a strange splatter. He looked pale, terribly so, and Prisa did not like the signs she was seeing so far.

Shaking herself some to hurry, she pulled off her thick gloves, tugging at the chainmail around his throat, and going to press her fingers against his skin. Everything around her quieted as her inside rose, her heart the loudest, as she waited and pressed deep to find just one beat of a pulse. She prayed to Halone and all the other eleven gods that there’d be just one beat. Please let him be alive.

After what felt like hours, she felt it. Weak, but the feeling was there. A heartbeat.

He was alive.

There was a wash of relief, yet it was followed soon by a set of more panic. He was alive, but for how long? She didn’t know how long he’d been in this state, and by all the signs, she at least knew he had lost more than his fair share of blood. The gash in his arm was perhaps the worst of the injuries… or was it the collapsed chestplate?

She knew she could treat the gash, but what of the internal injuries? She didn’t know how to fix that. She didn’t think it was the best idea to peel off the plate, though, considering it might be holding him together… or was it not? What if it was restricting breathing?

Should she go and get help? Would she even have enough time? She didn’t know. Right now, she didn’t know anything.

She should cry for help. Should she cry for help? She knew there hadn’t been many outside, and there wasn’t going to be someone that could truly help nearby. Maybe they could run to get help?

Every moment was a precious moment, and she knew that much. That fact had been drilled into her in those lessons. She didn’t have time to think so much as act. She had to act.

Her fingers trembled, trying to calm herself some. She knew this could be fixed, but how? She had to try. She had to. She didn’t know this man, but she wanted to save him.

Finally, she resolved herself, grabbing the bottom of her skirts and tugging a bit. Trying to rip the cloth. It wasn’t as easy as some had made it seem though, and finally she raised the cloth up and used her teeth to start ripping it. Somehow she got enough of a rip to pull it apart in a manner that could work for her. A long, messy strip of her skirts, turning it into a makeshift bandage. Something, at least, to stem some of the bleeding.

Holding it, she hesitated yet again. Would this really help? She should cut off the circulation to help stop it from bleeding more, but it was so close to the shoulder, how could she? Would keeping the wound shut be enough?

It had to be.

She carefully moved the man’s arm, taking it and quickly starting to wrap the cloth around his arm. She pulled too tight, surely, but at least it was something. She had to do something.

Finally tying the tourniquet around his arm, she saw blood soaking through the cloth. For a moment, she watched it, her mind racing with any sort of solution she could find.

Help. She had to get help.

Was he even breathing still? Should she check again? Was she wasting her time?

She stared at the too pale mans face, panic clear in her own features. She resigned herself to check one more time, to reach to his neck and feel for that pulse.

Silence.

She waited longer and longer, keeping her fingers there. Still, nothing came. There was no heartbeat at all. Nothing there.

He was dead.

Prisa pulled back her hands to her chest, holding the hand that had been on him close to herself. She stumbled back onto her feet, stepping back from him as if his corpse was suddenly a threat. She felt a shiver that would not stop course through her limbs, making her weak.

She didn’t save him. She couldn’t save him. He was dead.

Was it her fault? Could she have gotten help before he’d died? How long had she been here, trying to figure out what to do?

The young girl felt a lump in her throat, its weight threatening to choke her. The image of his corpse lying there, still and bloodied. The knowledge that he’d been alive moments before, and now he was dead.

You couldn’t undo death.

Turning about, she found her feet moving before her mind had even decided. She ran from the alley. Running frenetic and away from it all. Even as she left, she could still see the man there. Laying in the dirty street and left alone.

She shook her head, running faster, and faster. Her lungs started to burn and she tripped over some of the stone streets that rose up and caught her feet. Even so, she kept going until her shaking hands reached the familiar door.

She pushed open the door, stepping inside and shutting it quickly with all her weight. Her knees finally gave out and she fell down, right in the entryway of her own home. Her breathing was heavy, her body shaking, and all she could do was hug herself.

She didn’t save him. She’d taken too long. There were so many things she could have done, and she told herself that he could have been alive if she did this, or that.

The young girl curled up, and without even realizing it, warm tears had started to coat her cheeks. The shaking didn’t stop, and she felt as if she was suffocating.

Too long. That’s all she said. She’d taken too long.

#ffxivwrite2019 #Prisa Fontaine #Prisa

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