I have a request! Can we have atsushi, dazai, ranpo, chuuya (+yasano, if desired you can cut out some characters) with a fem!ballerina s/o
ex: does big roles, (giselle, black swan, clara) and their opinions about her profession. ty!
๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ถ! ๐
๐๐ถ๐น๐๐
๐ฒ/ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ, ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐พ, ๐
๐ถ๐๐
๐, ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ถ, ๐ถ๐๐น ๐ด๐๐๐ถ๐๐
๐ฒ๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐ - ๐ฉ๐ถ๐๐
๐ฏ๐๐
๐ - ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐น๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐๐
Atsushi Nakajima
Whipped
Youโre dating for a bit, and heโs seen your practice
But when you invite him to the stage door for a quick good luck kiss before his first show, heโs in AWE
Your costume?! He almost dies
Youโre perfect!
(His fav is Sleeping beauty when youโre Aurora)
So when he finally sees you on stage, music and lights and dance
He almost passes out
If it wasnโt for the fact he had to watch you, he wouldโve gotten some air
Heโs just so in love
He loves to come to rehearsal
So well behaved, completely silent
Just watching you the entire time, in amazement
He doesnโt have money to offer for costumes or lessons, but he will be the biggest supporter in your life
He is however confused by everything
He isnโt very artisticlly intellectualโฆ
And when you first break in your shoes, he screams
He thought you were wasting money and destroying themโฆ if only he knew
Heโll give you massaged each night after shows, especially if you also had a matinee
Dazai Osamu
He is no longer as serious, but he will become the most reserved and mature gentleman you know when he sees your shows
People will think heโs a regular at these events, and everything will look at him with awe
And his attention will only be on you
Obviously heโs going to look at the other performers, but his eyes are glued on you
Secretly bored when youโre not on stage
Heโll see you, but after that he is childish again
Picking you up into his arms, probably coughing from the smell of hairspray in your hair
โGosh, I canโt breathe! Your hair is perfect, but this is too much.โ
And if the ADA happens to be there too? Donโt be surprised
He is always talking about you when work is boring
Atsushi thinks itโs the coolest, and is looking at your like youโre a goddess
(Heโs like your son, and he looks up to you. Dazai loves that)
Back to ballet, he will kiss your cheek
But nothing else, he hates to ruin your makeup
And when you come home after?
He holds you all night after a show
Heโs a master at anatomy and will massage you your body in every place needed
Before show texts โbreak a leg, but not actually! Cant wait!โ
Overall? A fan, but more of a lover
Ranpo Edogawa
Most people think Ranpo has no attention span, and theyโre mostly rightโฆ
But! He is fully able to focus on your performance
Loves your darker roles
But thatโs mostly because he thinks that darker characters have more depth
This man is a thinker, and while he loves your dancing he prefers the story
And adores the way you are able to tell a story or send a message by your body movement
He loves more feminine roles too, but he appreciates your beauty more than he can focus
Thatโs the only reason he can stand the shows
Because he can obviously tell the entire story before the first dance sequence is over
You shine on that stage, and heโs infatuated
His eyes are OPEN
After your show, heโll smile like a little kid
That maturity he had at the show? Gone, heโs himself again
Loves the shows about mysteries
This guy will ask Poe to write a show, and have him hire a choreographer to make a new shoe just for you to star in and for him to enjoy the story
His childish behavior is love, and intense affection because heโs so happy with how well you did
He praises you, so take it
He doesnโt do that for anyone else
Chuuya Nakahara
Classier than ever
Goes to each show with a box seat, sitting alone or with Koyo
Everyone thinks โoh, that guy is so mysteriousโ
Thinks youโre literally a light in his life
A bright beauty in his dark world
And when you walk onto that stage, he is focused on you like a hawk
Not scary, but such attention to detail that his stare is unbreaking
Not looking at a single other performer, unlessss they are your friend and you tell him about them when youโre rambling about your rehearsals
Heโll give them a glance, but only because he wants to be ready for every single topic of conversation you may wish to have
And when youโre done? He tells you to come out to see him in your costume, even if your director doesnโt allow that
Heโs Chuuya Nakahara, he gets what he wants from anyone
He wants to give you a kiss when you look like a doll, dressed up perfectly
He hugs you, and tells you every time
โYou were incredible. Go get more comfortable darling, Iโll wait outside the backstage. We will talk in the car. Maybe a little treat is waiting?โ
The treat is always exactly what you want
Necklaces? Dress? Tickets to something? Itโs there, at the moment you would love it most
Always helps you wash your hair when you get home
Running warm water in his fancy shower, hands making quick work on your hair and all the products that held it together
Will buy one of those high tech foot massagers for when youโre done
He hates how youโre in pain
And will do anything to make you feel better
Because youโre perfect, and he loves you
Yosano Akiko
Brags to each and EVERY member of the agency
Makes all of them attended at least one show
(Her favorite is black swan, youโre just sexy in that one ๐คท๐ปโโ๏ธ)
If you could see her from on stage while youโre preforming (obviously you canโt) youโd see her paying more attention to you than she has to anything in her entire life
Youโre the dainty and sweet girlfriend, and sheโs your badass man-killer woman
She is incredible at anatomy, and gives you the best tips on warming up
Best ways to strengthen and grow your muscles without getting larger
Ugh, sheโll put her hands on your waist while teaching you how to twist and turn to stretch a certain way
You know how she loves shopping?
She will make at least one date a month a shopping date
Making sure to buy the most high tech and recommend leotards for practice
New shoes that need breaking in?
She owns at least 14 hammers
Nails? Gone. Foot board? Snapped into shape.
Thinks youโre PERFECT but is the best shot talker of the others?
The girl who thinks she deserved the lead, but didnโt get it so she hates on you?
Yeah, a glass of wine and Akiko will tear that girl to shreds with insults
But sheโs supportive!!
Pretty girlfriend x sexy girlfriend life
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โโโโโโขยฐ๐ฐเผโขยฐโโโโโโโโโโโขโฐโขยฐเผเผ
{HBD Dear Chuuya!~}
โโขโฐโโฑโขโโโโขเผป๐เผบโขโโโโขโฐโโฑโขโก
โฐ[Main list]โขโฐ Bungo Stray Dogs
โโขยฐ๐ฐเผโขยฐโโโโโโโโโโโขโฐโขยฐเผเผโโโ
1.[โ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐ค ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ค]
Y/n is completely obsessed with how adorable Chuuya is when he yawns, the little noise and the mouth he makes, with the tongue sticking out just a little.
And also when he leans his head back to stretch his neck and his hair messes up a little.
2.[โ๐ ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐ค ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ค]
When Chuuya is at home playing games (usually fighting games) he often leans forward, with one hand under his chin while the other works the controller. He doesnโt even notice heโs doing it most of the time.
He surely has the hottest face when he's trying to focus on the screen, but when he turns around to answer a question that Y/N asked, he's all flustered.
3.[โ๐๐ค ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ช ๐ก๐ฃ๐๐ค๐๐๐ฅ:]
He'll be a little embarrassed; you can see his cheeks turning a little red...and his face, there was an expression between embarrassment, and...maybe...pleasure? Yes...yes. He was trying to hide the grin that was growing on his face. And after a little, he said in a little voice
"Thank you, darling....it's...It...it's...well...It's fantastic..."
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Truth of fallen god
Self-Aware! Chuuya Nakahara x GN! Reader
Description: Howard Philips Lovecraft is driving people mad. Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald is destroying economy. Chuuya Nakahara is talking with a dying god.
Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Mentions of cannibalism. Some swearing. Chuuya destroyed Chasm off screen. Chuuya cuddles in the end.
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"Teyvat are on a verge of crisis... Crisis of faith. Shouldn't you... Be more concerned? Bend rules for a bit?" Echo of Creator's powers stepped from one leg to another. The bleak copy of First One took few steps towards the edge of a platform, looking down at Teyvat. At The First One's Land. Echo turned their head towards Sustainer.
"I... I can pose as Legitimate Reincarnation. Remind people of Teyvat, who's laws they should follow. What they allowed to do and what lines not allowed to cross."
Echo were now standing before Sustainer. And from the darkness, dozens of Celestials observed. Sustainer's siblings and comrades. Most of them fight together with The First One, witnessing the birth of Teyvat. Echo looked Sustainer in the eyes.
"Pose as my familiars. Let me take The Ivory Throne."
The Silence of Celestial, home and cradle of The First One was shattered.
"Preposterous!"
"Never!"
"Impossible!"
"Sustainer, let us throw that worm from the edge!"
Sustainer raised her hand, silencing her siblings. She looked directly in Echo's eyes. They didn't flinch. They already act, like Legitimate Reincarnation.
There was something strange with that Echo. Sustainer could feel a sickly sweet scent, coming from Echo. Their movements were careful and calculated.
Were Echo sick? Were they trying to live, what remains of their lifespan the best, they can? Is that what mortals do?
The First One was the best among them in understanding mortals. But, Sustainer, while not the best, was still good at reading people.
Sustainer's voice flows. And Echo knew, that they have no right to interrupt her. If Echo dared to break The First One's protocol, they won't live for another moment.
"Why you came here only now, Echo? Why not came here earlier? Why you didn't stop Fontaine's Prophecy? Why you didn't release Dendro Archon? Why you didn't stop Electro Archon? Why didn't protect people of Liyue from Osial and Beisht? Why didn't calm Dvalin's pain?"
Sustainer's nose was almost pressed against Echo's.
"Why didn't you stop Cryo Archon?"
Echo's voice was firm.
"I only got here. And immediately came to you."
Sustainer raise her head, looking at Echo from above.
"Or, perhaps, you were too scared to do something dangerous. You did nothing to earn the right to be on the Ivory Throne."
Echo yelled.
"I am also a reincarnation of Creator! And I won't be the first Echo on the throne!"
Immediately, air was knocked down from them. Echo was laying on the marble floor of Celestia. Guardian, Sustainer's brother, was holding Echo down. Sustainer towered above Echo behind his back.
"They helped people during dark times, before asking for a throne! You just want praises, that came with The Ivory Throne. Leave Teyvat, mortal. Leave, and never return."
Echo's gaze darkened.
"So, that's what you choose..."
Guardian yelled.
And he fell.
A dagger with white handle was sticking from the middle of his chest.
Dirty, blasphemous power raised from Echo... From the Demon.
"It was a good thing, I didn't eat all the bones of Previous Ones I could find. Aren't the knife from their bones great for slaying gods?"
Demon raised from the ground. Black, sticky tendrils came from the tips of their fingers, curling around Celestia.
A bone dagger flew through crowd. Attacking, killing, destroying.
"I can fool them. Their prayers will come to me. But, I can't let your prayers came to The Second Reincarnation."
Demon showed their teeth.
"Can't wait for their arrival. I will finally get fresh meat."
Celestia shook.
The Cradle of The First One was sullen.
It crumbled.
And gods fell down, while demon stayed above.
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Chuuya Nakahara was quiet. The broken god sat before him.
He supposed to simply look around Sumeru, to explore some parts of the region, they weren't familiar with.
Instead, he found a dying god. Or, more likely, dying god has fond him.
She called him the new familiar of The First One. And told him a story. Story, that happened year ago.
Sustainer focused her eyes on Chuuya.
"I saw it. I can feel it. Last pure remains of The First One's power. They... True Reincarnation are safe, right? You are their new familiar, right?"
Sustainer coughed, a bloody drop appeared in the corner of her mouth. She swallowed the blood.
"Or a guardian?"
Chuuya finally found his voice.
"Their friend... [Y/N]'s friend."
Sustainer's dull eyes shined.
"[Y/N]... Their name? How perfect. It's perfect. Truly divine..."
Sustainer forgot about Chuuya and start repeating your name over and over again.
A child-like smile appeared on her face. Sustainer of Heavenly Principles was happy, because she likes the name of Real Reincarnation.
Chuuya interrupted her.
"What happened to you? After the Fall of Celestia?"
Sustainer coughed again.
"Demon got me. When I was falling. Was dying ever since."
She looked at Chuuya.
"Death of divine can take centuries. We will exist as long as memories and knowledge about us lives. And will slowly die as long as memories and knowledge about us lives."
Sustainer's body trembled.
"But I can go now. They are safe. New familiars are near them. Take it. Use all of it. Protect them. Protect them, because I can't."
Sustainer grabbed the golden ornament on her chest. Tendrils of her power flow into it.
Sustainer disappeared in a golden dust.
And a golden ornament with her power remains.
__________
Chuuya never used his ability to make something, so, it takes multiple attempts, before he can make a somewhat of an urn from a boulder.
Sustainer deserved to have a grave.
The golden ornament was safely tucked in his pocket.
And his rage was boiling in his soul.
Chuuya thought, that the Truth was next.
Crazy knock-off bitch wanted to kill you.
The real truth was much worse.
Crazy knock-off bitch wanted to eat you!
Earth crumbled beneath Chuuya's feet.
If only he could walk straight to that thing and made it a bloody splat on the Dragonspine...
But he needs to stay calm.
They can't drop too much attention to them.
Can't let people knew about the plan. About their unity.
Lovecraft can pass as another monster from ancient history, Jouno, after Mondstadt, was keeping low, Fitzgerald's attacks were only aimed at Ningguang and Pantalone, Mark's and John's bank robbery can be passed as treasure horders' doings, same with Blue Mackerel's and Ango's scum. And it's not like Anemiac Freak and Sigma force people to go to their casino.
But the assassination attempt on Creator will be impossible to pin on someone else.
In Teyvat's people's eyes, only an Imposter can wish to harm Creator.
His rage was still boiling.
But, for now, Chuuya Nakahara will hold his desire to kill that thing under control.
But he wanted to do something. Anything.
Piano Man's voice echoed in his mind.
"Start with the mines..."
Chuuya stopped. He and Flags hold a little discussion few days ago. About Archon's and their powers. Topic of Mora and fallen Celestia came up. Mora supposed to came from Celestial powers. But, with Celestia out...
"...metal for counterfeit money has to come from somewhere... No one would question, that new Mora looked different. It still be money, that came from Creator..."
Chuuya might take a little detour and visit The Chasm.
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Chuuya ignored Fitzgerald's gaze, getting on the boat, sitting near the blonde man.
Lovecraft's tentacles hold the boat firmly on his back.
For an octopus-like creature, Lovecraft was extremely fast.
Lovecraft, swimming underwater, keeping a boat with Chuuya and Fitzgerald above, will reach the island with a porta in an hour.
Fitzgerald finally spoke.
"That earthquake..."
Chuuya didn't let him finish.
"Existence of a Chasm got on my nerves. I dealt with it."
_____________________
He left a stone urn with golden dust in their secret cave. When everything will be over, he will spread it over the remains of Celestia.
The knock on the door made you flinch. You liked your lips and answered.
_____________________
It was almost time to go to bed. You silently lay under the blanket. You were afraid of going to sleep. You didn't want to see another nightmare.
"Who is it?"
Door slightly open and a familiar redhead looked inside.
"Hey, Dear Symphony, want some company?"
You nodded slowly.
Chuuya walked into your room. And you finally saw his attire. A familiar red-toned pajamas.
He was holding his phone in one hand.
"Hey, [Y/N], do you want to cuddle tonight?"
You froze. You used to love cuddles.
But, after Teyvat...
The last "normal" cuddles you get were with Dazai and Fyodor. Few weeks ago.
You stopped cuddling, because of your nightmares. Because your screams already woke up others.
You didn't want to wake up a person, who will lie next to you.
BSD Cast respect your decision.
Despite your decision, you didn't want to be alone at night.
You didn't realize, that you were crying, until Chuuya brushed your tears from your cheeks. He smiled softly, looking at you.
"You need some 'me time', Dear Symphony. To recharge. Let me cuddle with you, while you're listening to music."
You didn't speak. You nodded, leaning to Chuuya's touch.
_________
Sounds of music filled the room.
Chuuya was laying behind you. With his arm around you, his chest was pressed against your back. Your bodies were pressed tightly against each other. Your head was laying on Chuuya's outstretched left arm. He was holding your hand in his left hand. His nose was right next to your ear. His breath tickled your hair. Chuuya felt the rise and fall of your chest grow steady with sleep.
Good. You seem calm.
Chuuya moved his head to plant a little kiss on your temple. You smiled in your sleep.
Chuuya blinked away happy tears. He put his head back, nuzzling your hair.
Tonight, only you and him exist. Tonight, only your comfort matters.
Tomorrow, he will say to others, what he has learned today. Tomorrow, fury and rage will boil.
And after that will come new plans, new actions.
And even more love and care for you.
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Chuuya in red-toned pajamas
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๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
เฑจเง . . . alpha!CHUUYA NAKAHARA is not very fond of the attention you have been giving one of his subordinates โ and he never could be subtle about anything.
warnings: alpha!au, pining, criminal themes, swearing, mentions of violence, mating-bonds, jealousy, depictions of smoking, w.c. 724
โช . . . หหห ๊ฐ teenage dream โ katy perry ๊ฑ หห-
Chuuya Nakahara hadn't realised he'd been constantly tapping his pen until the sound became mingled with his daydream.
The one where he emptied an entire round of bullets into his subordinate's shitty head.
He snarled to himself โ what the fuck was wrong with him, thinking about shit like that? A Mafia General didn't spend time fantasizing about killing his own men lest they did something very wrong. And this particular subordinate hadn't necessarily done anything wrong โ except, smiled at you in a way that made Chuuya's blood curdle sour.
The memory of this morning's meeting came on unwanted โ he didn't need any more reason to feed the feral side of him โ and yet there it was; clear as rain, scorching as a brand.
Each of the five executives had been called for a weekly debrief and sat poised around the round table โ Mori and Elise, of course, leading at the top. He saw how the entourage of lower Mafia men filed in to provide drinks at the brief interlude; he saw how of those men โ one of his men โ smiled at you. And above all else; he saw how you, lowering your lashes and resting your cheek on your hand, smiled right back.
He didn't really absorb any of the likely important meeting pointers after that.
Chuuya leaned back in his chair and threw an arm over his eyes. He knew these feelings weren't his fault, he knew that part of being an alpha was to find your mate, and he managed to land his amongst one of the bloodiest, most lethal echelons of society. From the first time he saw you and felt the mating-bond snap into place, Chuuya Nakahara vowed that he never could tell you. Could never subject you to a relationship so strong when, at the drop of a hat, either one of you could end up in a casket in this line of work.
The heartbreak of losing a mate when the bond is accepted is said to be devastating. It has been likened to having your limbs ripped away, like having an integral part of yourself gone, forever.
Chuuya sat in his office and let the image of you with another man torture him for a couple of minutes. Maybe to subject himself to the pain of it so it would hurt that little bit less. His inner canine roiled at the idea. It tried to claw its way through his ribcage, making every inch of his skin strain and burn. It was so inherently wrong to imagine his mate with someone else; someone that wasn't him, who knew and loved you so deeply he didn't know what to fucking do with himself.
His leg started bouncing.
Now that he let the floodgates down, it was a tidal wave. An influx, both an assault and a blessing on his senses as his mind filled with all things you. Your subtle scent, the swish of your hips as you walked so proudly down the hallways, the way you lit up a cigarette and held it so delicately between your red lips. He'd tell himself all of this was magnified to him. That his alpha senses projected you as the perfect, ideal partner. But in times like this when his instincts prevailed over his common sense, he couldn't see that difference โ the line was a distant, blurred, incomprehensible thing.
His other leg started bouncing.
Stifle it, push it down, she deserves so much better than you.
He could feel the pressure in his gums; his incisor teeth trying to elongate; evident that his beast was stirring and gaining control. Fuck, he had to breathe, he had to get his feelings under control.
Then, there was the image of you in a white wedding dress. You had someone else's ring on your finger. You let somebody else lift the veil from your head and promise their soul to you, their life to you. He imagined standing in the cheering crowd while you were dipped down and kissed on the lips by a man that was not him, and suddenly, any rhyme nor reason did not seem so loud.
The pen he had been previously tapping clattered to the floor. His chair had hit the ground with the force of how hard he stood.
Suddenly, everything just seemed so damn simple.
โ . . . requested by the always wonderful @ringsofsaturnnnn!
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- title - happy birthday, chuuya!
- pairing - chuuya nakahara x reader
- character(s) mentioned - ogai mori
- word count - 566
- summary - celebrating your totally whipped boyfriend's birthday with him.
- tw - i'm pushing my soft chuuya agenda sorry, established relationship, alcohol mention, chuuya gets drunk and passes out, lmk if there are any to add!
- a/n at the bottom!
Chuuya doesn't think he's ever felt quite so normal.
Human, even.
It's a wonder that all it took for him to feel this way is walking hand-in-hand with you, on your way home.
He thinks he likes that word. Home. It rolls off your tongue so easily as you pay the bill - despite his protests - "Let's go home, yeah?" And he's gotten used to it. He thinks he already found his home, in you - as corny as it sounds.
Nevertheless, he's taking you back to his place to celebrate, pressed to your side and babbling on meaninglessly about something or other concerning some new show he saw. And yet you're looking at him with so much love and adoration in your eyes, as if he hung every star up in the sky, as if what he's saying is something worth listening to.
He lets you into his lavish penthouse and watches as you sit down. You sit so comfortably on his couch, as if it was your own, as if this whole place was yours, too. In a way, it is, he thinks. You own his heart, why not everything else he has to his name? He brings out a bottle of wine and two glasses while you turn on the TV.
He's not sure when or how, but he ended up asleep in your arms while you were entirely focused on whatever show you'd put on his flatscreen. He'd likely gotten drunk, he realizes, looking out at the dark sky through his floor-to-ceiling windows. You didn't mind, having had to take care of him when he was off his ass more times than you could count on your fingers. He loved you for that.
He tries to stay up after that, boiling some gas station ramen he had stashed away. He spends the rest of the night slurping noodles with you while you try to catch him up on everything he missed while taking a nap - who knew a show could spring so much information on its audience within a couple episodes?
He keeps stealing glances at you and your attractive face. It's a wonder you've stayed with him, he thinks. A wonder that you love him just as much as he loves you. His breath hitches. You're beautiful. He knows that, already. But, for some reason, seeing your face lit up with the light of the screen and your eyes completely focused on the show he's given up on trying to understand...he leans forward and captures your lips in his. He doesn't know what else to do when you look like that. He loves you, so, so much.
And he spends his birthday that way - and he wouldn't have it any other way. He doesn't care what he does for his next birthday, as long as you're by his side. And, really, that applies to every single day. He couldn't care less if he had mountains of paperwork that Mori assigns to him, as long as you're there to encourage him. He wouldn't mind it if he had to go into a fight, as long as he could come home to you so you could kiss his hurting away. Everything would be okay as long as you were there at his side. He'll spend all his birthdays with you, hoping you'll love him even when he's gray and old, just because...it's you.
pumkin speaks: yeah, okay, i totally didn't write something for inosuke's birthday a few days ago, sue me. BUT i think i deserve a pat on the back for this one. this is that chuuya piece that i said i had the pretty sounding beginning for but no idea where to go from there, iykyk. i finished tokyo revengers btw! oh, and i'm watching wind breaker, too - i'm all caught up w it. and i'm on ep 7 of banana fish due to peer pressure from friends...ps wtf is that show its so...wow. anyway! thats all ive got, i think. sorry for continuing to push the soft chuuya agenda. i just cant imagine him being any other way if he were in love ๐๐ okay that's all. bye, happy scrolling!
likes, reblogs, requests, and feedback are vv appreciated! divider credits go to r0se-designs. thanks for reading, have a nice day!
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Tears to Shed
It's a coincidence how this is posted on Chuuya's birthday. I hope you guys enjoy! This is a Corpse Bride!AU, and I highly recommend that you watch this to get the gist of what is happening.
TW: Mentions of death, implied cheating (?), female reader. It all makes sense once you read the fic and watch the video. Massive thanks to @justcallmesakira, @saelique and @my-amaz-fanfics for proofreading this :)
โOh my! Iโve spent so long in the darkโฆ Iโd almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.โ
The cool night air went unnoticed as you stood on the snow. A small perk of being dead was that the cold wasnโt an annoyance anymore.ย
A breeze blew through the trees, sending a ghastly shiver up their wooden trunks. Their ancient roots dug into the ground that was blanketed with a soft layer of snow. Gnarled branches twisted into the sky, much like the claws of a cat. The entire forest seemed eerie- but to you, it was like home.
Your bony hand tightly grasped around a warm palm. The exact same hand that slid the wedding ring onto your finger with so much love and passion that you immediately burst forth from the grave with a โyesโ. There were a few murmurs of disapproval in the Underworld, but nobody could deny the fact that you two truly loved each other. Afterall, why would your husband choose to marry you if he disliked you in the first place?
A butterfly fluttered past, catching your attention. You admired the beautiful, complex patterns that swirled on itโs wings, prompting an involuntary chuckle from you. The land of the living sure was a breath of fresh air sometimes. Thanks to the gracious Elder of the underworld, you were able to go back up and meet your loverโs parents.ย
You let go of your husbandโs hand, and started to do an elegant dance on the snow. Despite being dead, the dancing lessons you took were not for nothing. Why, you could probably even surpass the best dancer of the 1800s! Excitement filled you as you imagined yourself waltzing with your lover, showing him everything that you were capable of. Many men loved a talented woman, and you werenโt about to let yours down.
Perhaps you were a bit too immersed in your daydream, because your foot got caught under a tree branch and snapped your entire lower leg off.
โAh!โ
You let out a small yelp, tumbling onto the soft, thick snow. Horrified, you looked up towards your husband still standing on the snow- you couldnโt let him freak out over a small accident!
But he didnโt seem to realise what had happened; instead, his back was faced towards you.
Embarrassed, you quickly reconnected your leg, and resumed your graceful twirl around him. The wedding dress that you always donned flowed behind you, adding extra elegance to your dance. You felt his eyes on you- he was definitely intrigued by your charm.
The next moment, warmth landed on your shoulders, and your husband gently sat you down on a fallen log in the snow.ย
If you had a heart, it definitely wouldโve skipped a beat. His gorgeous blue eyes and stunning ginger hair must have been a gift from the gods themselves. Chuuya Nakahara sure was a man admired by many, and he chose you. Life finally seemed to favour you this time.
โ... I think I should prepare my parents for the big news of our marriage. Iโll go ahead, and you can wait here.โ
His azure eyes stared into yours, patiently waiting for your response. His hands had lifted off from your shoulders, but you didnโt pay it any mind. Just simply being with your spouse was enough for you.
โPerfect! Iโll stay right here.โ You smiled at Chuuya with the innocence of a child. He looked taken aback for a moment, but it was gone as quickly as it came.ย
Seizing this opportunity, the male quickly stalked off through the forest, running towards the only person that he knew would help him. You giggled a little at his rush; you werenโt going anywhere, afterall. The thought that the male wanted to introduce you to his parents as quickly as possible brought a smile to your face.
The minutes slowly dragged by. What once was gleeful anticipation soon turned into bored waiting, with nothing changing in your surroundings. With your cheek propped in your hand, you let out a small sigh, wondering what on earth was taking Chuuya so long.
โThis is the voice of your conscience. Listen to what I say. I have a bad feeling about that boy.โ
Your pupils widened a little at the sudden voice, but you quickly rolled your eyes once you realised who it was. Lifting your hand towards your head, you knocked a fist against it several times. It didnโt take long for the culprit to tumble out.
โYou know he is a little- AGH!โ
The culprit being a small green string-like thing that shot out of your ear and into the snow.ย
It was your close friend, Maggot, who lived inside your head ever since you died. And quite literally, too. You couldnโt recall a day in the Land of the Dead without him interjecting with sarcastic remarks that only you could hear.
โGo chew someone elseโs ear for a while. Chuuyaโs got to see his parents, just like he said.โย
You were a tad bit irritated at what Maggot implied. How could he think that your dear husband was a liar? Chuuya was anything but that. Your friend, however, clearly thought otherwise.
โIf I hadnโt just been sitting in it, Iโd think that youโve lost your mind-โ
โIโm sure that Chuuya has a pretty good reasonโฆ for taking so long.โย
You sighed a little, and that didnโt go unnoticed by Maggot. Youโd never admit it, but you were starting to wonder if the worm was right in some regard. What if Chuuya got attacked or ran into trouble?
You brushed that thought off. Your husband was obviously stronger than most men around; why, he probably could defeat an opponent twice his size without breaking a sweat. But that still didnโt stop the slight bit of panic that settled within you.
โWell, why donโt you go ask him?โ
Maggotโs voice broke you out of your thoughts, and you gazed back at him indignantly.ย
โAlright, I will.โ
If he was so desperately insisting that Chuuya was a liar, then youโd have to prove him wrong.
Oh, how naive you were to not believe a word of what he said.
~~~
The fire crackled in the hearth, casting itโs pleasant heat into the room. Coldness could not come near it, for the flame merely devoured the frost before continuing to burn as brightly as before.
Not a word was said between the individuals that sat in front of the fireplace. Countless thoughts were running in Chuuyaโs mind, mashing together in one confused heap. It didnโt help that butterflies fluttered in his stomach at what he was planning to say next.
โYasukoโฆ I must confess that I was terrified of marriage this morning.โ
The female blinked. Sensing her confusion, the male continued speaking.
โBut upon meeting youโฆ I felt that I should be with you always. And that our wedding couldnโt come sooner enough.โ
It was the truth, afterall. Even when they had just met each other, the spark of attraction between them could not be denied. She was surely the yin to his yang, the key to his heart, and his complete other half that he had been searching for his whole life.
โChuuyaโฆ I feel the same.โ
The girl whom he was properly betrothed to smiled at him. A real smile, one that was full of life and not death. Despite being born to snobby aristocratic parents, she was a true diamond amongst the rubble. Kind, polite, and courteous- whoever married her would strike gold.
โYasukoโฆโ He murmured, his gaze not leaving hers.
Slowly, she started to lean in, closing her eyes.ย
Chuuyaโs heartbeat quickened as he unconsciously drew her in. They were so closeโฆ their breath upon each otherโs lips. Just a second away from getting lost in the bliss of love and forgetting everything that stood in their path.ย
Suddenly, Chuuya stiffened, turning his face towards the window.ย
Yasukoโs lips met his jaw instead, and her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Opening her eyes, she noticed that her loverโs gaze was focused on something behind her. But before she could turn her head around, Chuuyaโs warm hands cradled her face.ย
Cerulean blue eyes met lovely brown ones, each having their own questions to ask.
โYasuko, you must understand that this is all rather unexpected-โ
He was cut off by the booming sound of lightning. Both individuals turned toward the window, which was forced open by none other thanโฆ you. Stepping into the room, you lifted the wedding veil from your face, hope evident in your demeanour.
โDarling, I just wanted to meet-โ
Two pairs of eyes stared back at you in horror. Like you were a monster- an unwanted being who was the object of disgust.
You noticed the girl standing behind Chuuya, and your eyes widened to the same size as hers. No doubt shocked at how accurate Maggot was about the male.
โ... Darling, whoโs this?โ
Barely containing your anger, you sauntered over to your husband, clinging onto his arm. If you had blood, it would definitely be boiling by now- but you werenโt going to embarrass yourself in front of Chuuya today. No, you absolutely had to stay calm and show the woman who she was messing with!
โWho is she?!โ
Looks like she didnโt have an inkling about you either. Well, no matter. Letting go of Chuuyaโs elbow, you presented your bony arm in front of you with a proud smirk.
โIโm his wife.โ
Your gold ring shone brightly on your fourth finger, a signet of the vow that bound you with Chuuya forever.
The girl looked towards him in disbelief.
โChuuya?-โ
โYasuko, hold on, you donโt understand. As you can see, sheโs dead. It was clearly a misunderstanding-โ
A misunderstanding?
He was cut off as you yanked him towards you, eyes narrowing in ire at this โYasukoโ girl. Your husband wasnโt off the hook, but for now, you couldnโt risk Yasuko stealing your love away from you. Heartbreak was not an option this time.
A shadow loomed over your face, lightning striking the sky as if in response to your fury.ย
You uttered the word that could bring this madness to an end.
โHopscotch.โ
A murder of crows immediately surrounded the two of you, magic already working upon the utterance of the order. Amidst the chaos, you didnโt fail to notice how Chuuya called out to Yasuko, his arm outstretched towards her.ย
Your feet touched the solid ground of the Elderโs office, the last of the crows flying away after their duty was finished.
With all your might, you pushed Chuuya away from you, hands curling into fists at your sides.
โYou lied to me! Just to get back to that other woman!โ
The male merely lifted his hands up, gesturing towards you.
โ... Donโt you understand? Youโre the other woman.โ
โ!โย
It was as if a sudden jolt of electricity had zapped you, only leaving behind your stunned self. Eyes widened in stupefaction stared at the one you once thought loved you.
In your incredulity, you desperately attempted to convince him otherwise.
โNo! Youโre married to me; sheโs the other woman!โ
Clear, salty liquid brimmed in your eyes, blurring your vision to be a mixture of jarring colours. You turned away from him, unable to hold it in any longer.
โA-and I thoughtโฆ I thought that this was all going so well!โ
Your sobs filled the air- great convulsing gasps that masked the sound of teardrops hitting the ground. Nobody said or did anything, and quite frankly, you didnโt care. The last thing that you wanted was pity from the one who betrayed your trust.
โLook, Iโm sorry, but this just canโt work.โ Chuuya approached you cautiously, not wanting to provoke you any further.
โWhy not?โ You spun around to face him, stifling your tears.
โUnder different circumstances, then probably it can work out. But weโre just too different. I mean, youโre dead.โ
โ... You shouldโve thought about that before you asked me to marry you!โ
Shaking his head, Chuuya throwed his hands up with exasperation.
โWhy canโt you understand that it was a mistake? I would never marry you.โ
Silence filled the air. Time seemed to stand still, as if preparing the moment for a camera to photograph. And how you wished that everything could just freeze in place- to suspend those feelings that tore you inside out.
Chuuya himself seemed dumbfounded at what he just said. He knew that he should apologise, offer you a better explanation than that; but he found that he couldnโt form any words. No amount of lies could ever cover up the truth once it was exposed.
He readied himself for your shouting, your tears, your unbridled anger at the nerve of him daring to go back to the one he truly loved. And he deserved it, because nothing could excuse the fact that he hurt you. Even when it was all just one big misunderstanding.
But instead of reacting in the way he expected you to, you merely sighed in defeat and walked off. Not noticing the way Chuuya gazed at your disappearing self.
It didnโt take long for you to find a place to be alone. The dead may be many, but the underworld was vast. You could always sit down on an empty coffin with nobody in a ten metre radius from you. Perfect for a broken-hearted lonely soul.
Bringing the bouquet of flowers beside you up to your face, you gazed at the blossoms with disdain. Their beautiful patterns only seemed to mock your ugly fate, cursed with never being loved as someoneโs bride. Life, which was mostly cruel, decided to trample you under its feet. Always waiting for the perfect opportunity to crush your dreams and hopes in a single second.
With a scoff, you lifted your other hand, and started to pluck away at the florets one by one. The petals fell freely through your fingers, landing onto the ground without a care in the world. Becoming nothing but a nuisance in someone elseโs path.
โRoses, for eternal love. Lilies, for sweetness. Babyโs breathโฆโ You inhaled shakily, fighting back the lump in your throat.ย
With a sigh, you tossed the bouquet away, head lowered down in melancholy.
โMaybe Chuuyaโs right. Maybe we are too different.โ You muttered sorrowfully, looking at your palms. One of old flesh, and one of bone.
โMaybe he should have his head examined. I could do it.โ
Maggot crawled onto your shoulder, looking earnestly into your eyes. You didnโt even have the heart to roll your eyes at his statement.
โOh, but he does belong with her. That little miss living, with her beautiful cheeksโฆ and her beating heart.โ Propping your head in your hands, you gave a bitter chuckle.
Hope. Something that was desired by all- both alive and dead.
Most people hoped for a happy and stable life. Some aspired to be wealthy and successful. Others wished to keep what they had as of present.
You had simply hoped for a husband who truly loved you.
That dream made you scoff now. Every last bit of hope you harboured had vanished alongside your โhusbandโsโ love and concern. He was no better than your previous lover, who had promised you a lifetime of joy and fondness if youโd run away with him.
How foolish and naive you were to believe that he was genuine. It was only after he had left you for dead did you realise that youโd played right into his trap. A bride whose dreams were stolen from her, and who never got the chance for proper justice to be delivered.
Youโd have thought that Chuuya would be different- that he was finally the one to fulfil your hopes of being married. Being loved and cherished by him for eternity as you shared wonderful experiences together as husband and wife. Modelled as the perfect couple whom the souls in the Realm of the Dead smiled at, commenting on how cute the two of you were. Were things as common as those too much to ask for?
You wanted to be the girl that Chuuya looked at with genuine love in his eyes. Just like that โYasukoโ girl you met earlier- whose stupidly beautiful eyes and sickly sweet face had captivated your lover in the first place. Just what did she have that you didnโt have double? Good looks? A lovely personality? Simply being alive? She probably couldnโt dance half as well as you did.ย
Yasuko wasnโt even wearing his ring. The very same ring that you now held in your palm, begging to be placed back on the hand of its rightful owner. Did it matter that you were the one who Chuuya said his vows to? Not anymore, because he clearly adored his other woman more than you.
You slowly laid down in the coffin, your vision going blurry once again. Although you didnโt have a physical heart, you could certainly feel it breaking. Even when you were dead, it seemed that you still had some tears to shed.
Maggot watched you worriedly, but he didnโt know how exactly to comfort you or cheer you up. Nothing he said or did could deny the obvious truth. The truth that sat on the tip of your tongue, just waiting to be let out.
You loved Chuuya, but he wasnโt yours. Becauseโฆ
โIโm always the bridesmaid, never the bride.โ
Would really appreciate feedback on this โค๏ธ Not too proud on how I wrote this tbh
@circinuus @little-miss-chaoss @sariel626 @rusmii @atlasnessie @luvfy0dor-main (sorry if I forgot to tag you ;w;)
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HIII <3 CAN I ASK A CHUUYA VERSION OF THE "THIS GUY LITERALLY KILLS PEOPLE REBLOG IF YOU WANT TO JOIN" THINGY
-anonny ๐ก
THIS GUY LITERALLY KILLS PEOPLE. REBLOG IF YOU WANT TO JOIN HIM !
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"even if the Earth starts shaking, you're the only thing worth taking, ooh, with me."
A simple birthday celebration with Nakahara Chuuya.
pronouns โ you.
genre โ fluff; birthday.
c.warning โ none; not proofread.
โง Chuuya Nakahara โ Happy Birthday, to the one I love most.
One specific date stuck out in the personal calendar you owned. Highlighted with a burgundy colour, it symbolised the importance of the event. The event, being, Chuuya's birthday. For a man of his caliber, he would be able to afford all to his heart's desire and would not be running out of notes. Yet, it was the thought that made a gift memorable, right?
Lining a sophisticated formula, adjusting the pinpoint times to the decorations and ensuring that it remained a surprise for the executive was a time-consuming plan. However, it would unequivocally pay off. When the flowers had been sparkled with water droplets, the gift lying in the centre of the room with subtle flair, curtains adjusted and outfit fitting to match Chuuya's usual appearanceโ all the dominos fell one by one to paint a scene.
The electronic door would click open, with his undoubtedly charming voice ringing though the homeโ always inquiring where you'd be up to. The pet names left his lips, eventually leading to nicknames before his footsteps audibly clicked closer to the location you remained in. Restraining a laugh, you straightened yourself up, mentally clapping yourself for being able to stifle it and remembering to turn on the air conditioner beforehand as their hands would have begun to sweat by now if it weren't so.
The door would click open, Chuuya's silhouette being revealed in the coloured lighting of the room. His eyes widened subtly before softening, a small smile tugging at his lips. A smile entrusted only to the single person he shared his home with.
"Happy Birthday!"
As the back of Chuuya's shoes kicked close the door gently, he walked closer until arms reach and an embrace overtook the two of you. "Thank you, pretty." he would murmur, lips against the skin of your ear as his articulate hands placed themself on your body. "So much, just for me?" He would ask with a chuckle, looking back to gaze at you, eyes akin to cobalt stannate. As you affirmed his query, he couldn't help the serotonin that seeped though his self, and for once, a searing feeling that wasn't negative loaded his veins.
As you went on to enunciate your love for him, he internally could not help but feel flustered as he took in the words as he kept his head buried in the sanctuary of your skin. Your speech was cut off by another press of his lips to yours, causing it to halt.
"Yes, yes, I understand. Thank you, my love. I appreciate it, really doโ for doing all this. Huh, you got me a present too? You shouldn't have. Hah. Sure, show me. I'm delighted, no matter how small or big you have made this occasion. I really am lucky to have you."
ยฉ solitus17utopia โฆ do not repost, copy, edit. thank you.
โ alex's comments on this matter : ugh, i love him so much.
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bros the type of boyfriend to go on a shopping spree behind your back and buy you hundreds, maybe even thousands, of dollars worth of stuff all because of one thing;
โwhat the hell- whyโd you buy all this??โ
โwell because i yelled at you when i shouldn๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝt have 2 months agoโ
โ..i got over that like 2 days after it happened..โ
โbut i didnt, this is my apologyโ
โyouโve apologized a million times ever since it happened what do you mean-โ
REO., rin, sae, ISAGI, kaiser, itadori, GOJO, oikawa, ATSUMU, suna, CHUUYA. , tecchou,+ your fav(s)!
ohh ummm hey guyssssโฆ..erm iโm not really back but i had this half assed thought so here u go!! also first time โwritingโ anything for jjk so uh sorry if itโs ooc just bear with me here
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bsd characters and how they sleep (with you)
i fear i wrote this in twenty minutes in a feverish haze and have no idea how we got here... forgive any spelling/grammar errors but i hope it's cutesy
characters: dazai, atsushi, yosano, chuuya, ranpo
im taking requests!
ยฐ+..๏ฝก๏พ๏ฝก๏พ+.*.๏ฝก.
dazai:ย
ABSOLUTELY EASILY the clingiest one
will completely wrap his limbs around you from behind or from the frontย
itโs so hard to pry him off of you in the morning itโs like he gets ten times heavier when heโs asleepย
also sleeps without socks but complains about being cold all the timeย
makes the both of you sleep with not one but TWO weighted blankets some daysย
itโs a little ridiculous but you put up with it because you love himย
he also runs SO COLDย
toes are freezing, hands are freezing, NOSE is freezingย
he sticks his nose into the crook of your neck when heโs clinging onto youย
youโve only shrieked ONCE from the shock. maybe twiceย
manages to stay still all throughout the night but thatโs only because heโs too busy latching onto you like a leech
atsushi:ย
too nervous to ask you to hold him so instead heโll hold your hand while you sleepย
itโs the sweetest thing everย
absolutely wakes up in the middle of the night if he feels your hand slip from his and will reach for it againย
it takes like a month of sleeping in the same bed for you to recognize all his little quirks and the things he likesย
you learn that he loves it when you kiss his hairline right before he falls asleepย
it leads to a lot more peaceful nights and he doesnโt wake up in a cold sweat as often anymoreย
sometimes he ends up wrapping an arm around your torso while heโs asleep without even realizing itย
when he wakes up he doesnโt get embarrassed or anything but DOES pretend to be asleep until you get up so that he can stick to you for longerย
yosano:ย
THE MOST VIOLENT SLEEPERย
sleeping in the same bed with her is a death wish most nightsย
she rolls around, flails, will wake up in the middle of the night and mumble something unintelligible before hitting you in the face
sheโs crazy! sheโs your hot gf! you sit there and take it like the loyal spouse you are!ย
her FAVE way to sleep is face down, starfish-pose on top of youย
yes you canโt breathe at all but yes the weight is comfortingย
when she sleeps like that sometimes youโll get a little treat during the night, and instead of hitting you in the face in her sleep sheโll kiss along your cheek all warm and softย
sometimes that ends in her drooling on your faceย
makes up for her drool and nightly attacks by waking you up with kisses (and bites on your CHEEK) and even breakfast when sheโs in a good moodย
chuuya:ย
he loves you so much but he is also dramaticย
which meansโฆ he has his own sleep routine and bed set-up and if itโs disturbed he will not get a second of restย
he invests in a california king bed so that you can have your side and he can have his sideย
he sets the thermostat to a certain temperature, picks out blankets depending on the weather, adjusts his pillows every night, sleeps with an eyemaskโฆ itโs a little bit overkillย
you donโt make fun of him for it because you know heโd kill youย
sleeps on his back with his hands folded on his chest like heโs in a COFFIN
also sleeps like the dead and youโve woken up a few times crying his name because you thought he was actually dead
if you try holding onto him during the night heโll flinch without meaning to and start mumbling curses to himselfย
it takes you a while to get used to itย
he makes up for his stringent sleep routine by letting you nap on the couch with him once in a whileย
he can handle that at the very least
will totally collapse right on top of you on the couch and fall asleep after a long day at workย
sedated immediately if you run your fingers through his hairย
lets out the cutest snores BUT DO NOT TELL HIM THAT OR HE WILL NEVER SLEEP ON YOU AGAIN!!!!
ranpo:ย
so incredibly fussyย
moves around so much in his sleep and can never get comfortableย
is always pushing your head off your pillows and rotating them so that you can both sleep on the cold sideย
kicks off his blankets just to complain about being cold and makes you lean over the bed to pick the covers back up and tuck him inย
favorite way to sleep with you is facing you with his arms wrapped around your neckย
this DOES end up in him accidentally choking you sometimesย
if he gets too hot he has no shame in pushing you away and OFF THE BEDย
you put up with it because you love him and you wouldnโt have it any other wayย
chews on your hair??? in your sleep???ย
you wake up with half your hair covered in droolย
have you seen that one video of the girlโs rabbit biting a strand of her hair clean off. thatโs him. heโs the rabbit.ย
has a weak spot for sleepy kisses AUUUGGGHHHย
will never initiate them but will always melt into your hands if you squeeze his face and give him a big fat forehead kiss
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๐ เฃชห ึดึถึธ๐ uh oh, what do the BSD boys do when they're a little too jealous of the attention you're getting?
๐ เฃชห ึดึถึธ๐ Contents: Fyodor, dazai, and chuuya x Fem!reader (separately), sfw but suggestive (except in fedya's bc he's a "good christian"),they all wanna kill the guy "flirting" w you (fyodor actually kills him lmfao), uh not proofread so excuse any spelling errors, kinda a test run for me writing for fyodor, reader knows Russian in fedya's part, fyodor being kiiinda manipulative, religious themes in fedyas
๐ เฃชห ึดึถึธ๐ A/N: was this an excuse for me to write them a lil possessive?...yeah it was. anyways this is my first time writing something suggestive so i hope it's good
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Dazai Osamu
Dazai is indeed, a rather selfish man. While he's not so selfish as to be extremely possessive of you, he does get jealous. Most of the time it's petty; small pouts and whines that are easily remedied when you pepper kisses onto his face and spoil him with your attention that he loves so much.
this was not one of those times.
Right now, he can't believe what he's seeing:
A client of the detective agency, flirting with you.
Dazai watches in cold silence as the man laughs at something you said The man leans over a little too close for dazai's liking and whispered something in your ear, causing you to clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh.
If he was his teen self, dazai would've stuck bullet after bullet in the man's head.
He clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes in your direction, trying to pull you attention away from that man and towards him with some unknown pull. But you were too engrossed in conversation to notice, fluttering pretty lashes with every blink of your eyes and tilting your head in that endearing way as the man was telling you something..
There was a sensible part in dazai's mind that told him that you weren't reciprocating the man's advances, saying that it wasn't that big of a deal, but he couldn't ignore the curl and twist in is stomach and heart watching you and this man.
Then after a minute or two he just couldn't take it.
He gets up from his desk abruptly, ignoring the few pens and papers that fell off his desk as he strides behind you. He plants his chin on the crown of your head, cocking a lopsided smile that read more like a hidden threat towards the man.
"Bella'! Ah, socializing I see, aren't we?" He runs his bandaged hands down your arms, squeezing the squishy flesh on your upper forearm. His eyes were trained on the client, who was now blinking, looking at you then at dazai for a few time before realizing his error. The man scrambles up, chuckling awkwardly before walking away, and from the look on his blood-drained face you can tell he'll probably ask another one of the detectives in the agency to help with his case.
Once the man leaves you look up at dazai, a crease forming in between your furrowed eyebrows." Osam-" You were cut off by a sharp kiss, dazai hooking a finger under your chin and drawing you closer to him. Letting out a muffled cry of surprise, you try to pull away, which succeeded doing absolutely nothing. With a breathy shudder dazai digs his nails into your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest and teeth nipping your bottom lip which elicits a soft whine from the back of your throat. He presses his lips onto yours roughly, sucking away the breath in your lungs and only pulling away when he's red in the cheeks and breathless. He pulls away slowly and you draw in a shaky breath through swelling and parted lips, the world around you spinning and your limbs trembling furiously. He runs a thumb over your bottom lip, rubbing it and pressing down onto its soft plush. Dazai draws you close and whispers against your ear, breath brushing against your neck and causing your hair to stand up on end as he speaks;
"My, my bella', seems like you've forgot who's girl you are, hm? Don't worry, I'll make you remember soon enough, juuust wait."
Nakahara Chuuya
Oh god he was so going to kill mori after this.
The two of you were sent on a mission to collect information from a man, which landed the you two in an expensive bar in the heart of Yokohama.
He's repeating the same few words over and over again in his head like a mantra: "it's only a mission, it's only a mission" as he watches you sit flush besides the target, a young man in his late twenties.
But he felt seething envy curl up like flames in his stomach and sear his thrumming heart.
"No, it's just the alcohol." He mumbles, taking a sip of the expensive wine he had ordered, his thoughts drowning out the noisy chatter of people and music and the bright lights of the bar to an incessant buzz. He wasn't...envious or anything. That's quite stupid you don't even like that man! Yet he just can't help but look at the two of you, the way your pretty lips curled into that sweet smile chuuya loves so much as you placed a hand on the man's arm and giggled bashfully at whatever joke the man had told you.
Probably wasn't even that funny. Chuuya bites down on his tongue, resisting the urge to pull you away from that man as he took a sip of the wine that burned down his throat and settled a warmth in the pit of his stomach.
That warmth that brought drowsiness did not help the flare of envy chuuya felt as the man tugs you onto his lap. The man had one hand just under your ribcage and one in between your shoulder blades, tugging you close to him and whispering against your ear.
Bad idea. A very bad idea indeed.
In a flash chuuya weaved his way through the crowd of patrons-or rather shoved his way through with no regards to anyone-over beside you and glared at the man, eyes piercing holes into the man as he pulled you off his lap.
"Don't ya think you're a little to drunk doll?" He chuckles, but he did a terrible job at hiding the bitterness in his voice. This was so stupid, it would jeopardize the whole mission but chuuya didn't care;
Right now, the only thing on his mind was you and jealousy.
You look up at him, blinking and opening your mouth to protest against your alleged intoxicated state when chuuya pulled your through the crowd of people by the arm and out into the cool night street. Once out, you looked at chuuya with wide eyes and mouth agape from shock.
"Chuuya! What are you doing, you could've ruined the mission!" You scoff, blinking a few times before realizing something from his silence and the stare he's giving you.
"You're jealo-" Your chuckle of disbelief was cut off by his lips meeting yours, chuuya pulling closer to him. He mumbles in between kisses, ranging from short and sweet to hungry and harsh. A gloved thumb dragged from the corner of your mouth to your cheekbone as chuuya pulls away from your lips to leave desperate kisses over your face and jaw. Somehow in the midst your fingers found their place tangled in messy ginger strands and you only realized this fact once he pulls away, leaving you breathless with redden cheeks.
"Ha, can't believe some guy would try to take this sight from me, huh pretty girl? Better keep you by me all times now, can't let some guy think he has a chance with my sweet girl."
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fyodor is no jealous man. Envy was one of the seven cardinal sins, and Fyodor was a man of God. Besides, what is there to be jealous of for a man like him?
Until, he feels an unfamiliar feeling stir inside him as he sees you with another man as you waited for Fyodor.
The way your face lights up in that way when you flash a mirthful smile to that man as the two of you chat about some mundane things. The way delicate fingers tuck stray strands of hair from your face and hold them there as you talk to this stranger causes fyodor to feel something that he hadn't felt in a while (or perhaps just blocked out).
You hadn't realized fyodor coming up behind you until you felt him tap you your shoulder.
"Ah, who is this, milaya?" He smiles in that unnerving way, not the soft smile he'd give you after you beg him to take so rest from his work. This smile read more as a threat.
To you or to the man you were speaking to, you couldn't tell.
Fyodor tugs you to his side, quickly telling the man you were waiting for him before he pulls you along with him.
"Who was that? What were you telling him myshka?" He spoke in Russian, the sharp pronunciation vibrating off the walls of your ears.
"mh, just a man, Fedya. Why?" You tilt your head, furrowing your eyebrows. He sighs and smooths his thumb over the crease, offering a smile to ease your troubled expression
"Ah, just worried. Don't talk to strangers, who knows what kind of intentions they may have." Intentions such as distancing you from him. He brings your hand up to his mouth,, gently kissing your knuckles and rubbing soothing circles onto your palm.
No matter, there would be no way anyone would take you away from him. You were his little doll.
The next day, Fyodor offers to stay inside all day saying that he wished to spend time with you.
How naive for you to believe that, instead he kept you in to keep you unaware of the news of the man dead on the banks of a river.
Wrath, another cardinal sin yet there was no sin great enough that Fyodor wouldn't commit to keep you.
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เฑจเง ห เฃชโน SAFEGUARD โ dazai, chuuya, akutagawa
summary . . . they save you after you've been injured and captured by an enemy.
contents . . . sfw, f!reader (chuuya & dazai) and gn!reader (akutagawa), violence / blood, threats, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, established relationship, and it's pmboss!dazai bc i can't help myself โ 3.5k total
notes . . . i got this request so long ago lol. not my best work, but i have been in the worst writing slump ever and just wanted to finish something. i've also never written for akutagawa before so pls be nice <3
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there are very few times that chuuya feels heโs been outsmarted. he knows heโs not the mastermind of the port mafia, but he certainly isnโt a fool. when it comes to you and your well-being, though, his mind short-circuits, half of his intelligence draining away while his emotions take hold.ย
your relationship isnโt a secret to anyone in the port mafia, which means that it isnโt a secret to your enemies either. and while most people know itโs hard to land a finger on chuuya directly, his pretty little girlfriend doesnโt have the power of a god nestled inside of her.
the rage sparks through him, growing fiercely into the blaze of a forest fire, until all he can think of is getting you home safely. he thinks of your sweet smile as he rips the door of the enemiesโ base off the hinges, crushing it into a million pieces with the force of gravity.ย
the men are quick to react, but chuuya hurtles the crushed door towards them, knocking three of them to their feet. another group charges at him, but their guns do little against his skill. after years of fighting some of the strongest ability users, simple criminal organizations are as easy to step over like ants.ย
chuuya kills them all โ except for one.
the manโs knees are wobbling, hand shaking around the gun as he realizes that these will be his final moments. there is fear in his eyes, brown ones that rest wide open, and chuuya almost hesitates. his remorse doesnโt last long, though, before heโs wrapping a hand around the manโs throat, thrusting him backwards.ย
โwhere is she?โ chuuya asks, voice sharp and commanding.ย
he can feel the man swallowing.ย
chuuya knows that backup is probably on the way, but it wonโt matter whether they show up or not. heโll crush the rest of his enemies just as heโs crushed the last twenty men. the poor soul in his leather hold seems to know that as well.ย
โi-iโll take you to her,โ he rasps, dropping his gun to claw at chuuyaโs hand.ย
he drops him, lets him take a few heaving breaths and coughs, before heโs kicking at him, forcing him back to his feet.
the young man takes him up the elevator, weaves him through a hallway as chuuya leaves a scattering of bodies in his wake, not hesitating to kill a single man that gets in his way. there is nothing that can keep him from you.ย
how fiercely and loyally he loves you โ it drives him to near insanity.ย
finally, with blood coating his face and his clothes, the young man enters a room, locked with a code, revealing you.ย
chuuyaโs rage is almost as blinding as his corruption, as he gazes at the sight of you. bloodied and bruised, tied up in a chair, so visibly harmed. his hands clench into fists. โget the fuck away from her,โ he says to the man who seems to be monitoring you.
โwhat are you doing in here?โ the men left in the room panic, but they donโt have time to react before chuuya throws them back at the wall, so quickly, with so much force, that their spines snap. they hit it with a sharp crack, skulls shattering against the plaster, the wall crushing beneath the weight of them.ย
limply, they fall to the floor.ย
chuuya rushes over to you.ย
the young man that led him here disappears, but chuuya isnโt worried about him. heโs a coward; heโll likely flee from the country and never look back. the men that truly hurt you are already dead, and heโll burn this building to the ground once heโs gotten you away from it.ย
โhey,โ chuuya says, cradling your cheeks gently, trying to coax you back awake. heโs not sure if itโs exhaustion, blood loss, or the obvious head trauma that caused you to pass out in the first place. but youโre still breathing, so he counts that as a blessing.ย
โhey,โ he whispers again, kissing your forehead, like it will heal all your ailments. โwake up, baby. we gotta get you out of here, okay?โย
it takes you a few seconds to come to, eyes glazed over and shell-shocked as you blink at him. โchuuya?โ you say; your voice is so hoarse it makes chuuya want to keel over and vomit. โis it really you?โย
guilt gnaws at him, almost crushing, at the fact that thirty-six hours passed, and youโre delirious enough not to recognize him. you probably havenโt eaten, either.ย
he shouldโve been there. no one shouldโve ever had the chance to hurt you, yetโฆ
โitโs me, iโm here,โ he says, kissing your lips, your temple, brushing your hair away from your face. the strands are sticky with blood. โshit,โ chuuya nearly shouts, pulling a knife from his pocket, sawing through the thick ropes around you as quickly as he can. โiโm so sorry, iโm so sorry.โย
he canโt get you free fast enough, and you smile at him, drowsy, your eyes fluttering shut once more. โitโs okay, chuuya,โ you say, leaning your head on his shoulder. โyouโre here now.โย
โyou have to stay awake,โ he says desperately, realizing your head is still bleeding. he doesnโt know how hurt you are. chuuyaโs no expert when it comes to medicine, but heโs smart enough to know that internal injuries could be even worse than the external ones.ย
โstay awake for me, okay, honey? iโll get you back to the boss and weโll find you a doctor. youโll be just fine.โย
โokay, chuuya,โ you hum, weakly gripping his back. seconds of silence pass before you mutter, โi just want to go home.โย
"i know." his heart pulls, and he almost lets out a cracked sob. but he refrains, knowing that there is plenty of time to drown in his sorrows later.ย
finally, he gets the ropes under, lifting you from the chair. youโre so much lighter, weaker, and it makes him sick as he carries you. โletโs get you home.โย
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. . .
the call comes just as akutagawa is getting ready to head home for the evening, his tasks completed, eyes heavy with exhaustion.ย
normally, he doesnโt stick around to say any goodbyes, sneaking off into the darkness of the night like a shadow, blending right in. but, something about the evening, so gloomy and drizzly with spring rain, feels off.ย
with a heavy knot in his chest, so much different than an incoming fit of coughs, akutagawa heads back up to moriโs office, if perhaps to only ensure that everyone elseโs jobs had been completed. heโs a lot of things, but heโs never been a slacker; and heโll do what it takes to ensure that his position in the mafia is eternally secure.
though, he doesnโt have the opportunity to get all the way upstairs before he run into the boss, who is calm, but with an air of irritation clouding him.ย
he explains the current situation to akutagawa in a clipped tone, bored โ an enemy group has kidnapped you, holding you hostage.ย
โhow rude is it to bother a man, just as he is getting ready to go to sleep?โ mori says, sighing histrionically.
but what is a minor inconvenience to mori sends an entire wave of dread through akutagawa, his entire body feeling as if itโs been dipped in ice. he canโt explain the horror that washes over him, not really, because he shouldnโt feel so panicked. it is rare for him to get worked up about the danger his subordinates find themselves in, save for his sister, of course.ย
but youโฆ youโre different.ย
โcan i trust you to diffuse the situation?โ mori asks, impatiently glancing at his watch as if that will change anything. โi can call someone else, but they will not be so quick.โย
akutagawa doesnโt even think before he accepts the job, hating the way he sounds pathetically desperate for more details. his hands flatten the edge of his cloak, as if his ability is going to take on a mind of its own.ย
he calls for a driver, calm but breathing so heavily that an aching cough rises up in him. his throat feels as if it may begin to bleed, but he swallows, glances away from the driver and gets himself under control.
thereโs a ransom โ bring them the money and theyโll return you, mori had told him. youโre only a lower ranking member of the mafia, and someone that makes for a pretty poor bargaining chip, so the motive is questionable.ย
mori probably wouldโve let you die, akutagawa knows, his teeth gritting together, so much so that a splintering sound comes from it. but the boss, in his infinite, concerning wisdom, seems to also know that his loyal dog has an soft spot for you.ย
as regrettable as that may be.
akutagawa has no doubt that whoever the enemy is, they are no match for him. still, a twinge of anxiety settles in his stomach, fingers jittery as the driver, despite the decreased traffic of the hour, seems to drive impossibly slow.ย
โare we not in a rush?โ akutagawa snaps, leaning forward.
โapologies,โ the driver, says, not daring to even look at akutagawa from the mirror. but the car speeds up, enough for akutagawa to be able to notice, at least. it cools the simmer that has already begun deep in his chest. ย
even so, the car seems to go at a snails pace, minute upon minute flying by, with you in the clutches of an enemy.ย
akutagawa doesnโt care who they are. he doesnโt care why, or how they captured you. he wants them dead. heโll rip them apart, easily, and heโll make them suffer โ theyโll be alive for all of it, for every second that he peels the skin from their bones, ripping the smaller ones out of their sockets.ย
what he feels for youโฆ well, itโs too hard for him to admit to himself. he has no experience with what it means to care for another person, doesnโt even know if thatโs his goal. he just knows he wants to protect you.
and he canโt do that if youโre dead.
finally, the car pulls up to an old warehouse, one at the very outskirts of the port, beyond the docks and the shipping carts. itโs tucked far back, an obvious lair for some villainous organization that doesnโt want to be found.ย
akutagawa gets there, but there is nothing. he hears nothing, feels no signs of life as he trudges through the puddles left behind from the earlier rain.ย
a small string of panic begins again, as he wondered if maybe the call that mori had told him was only a ruse. maybe this entire time had been a distraction, a way to lure him away. there are other skill-users in the mafia, but none quite as dangerous as him.ย
though, he hears it, then. a small little sound, muffled and hoarse, full of pain.ย
he ducks into another corner of a warehouse, and youโre there โ bound with chains and a gag across your mouth, one of your eyes blackened with bruises, your nose bleeding.ย
his heart aches. never in his life has he so quickly made his way over, used the sharp edges of his ability to shear through the chains, falling to his knees as he unbinds the cloth from your lips.ย
โwhere are they?โ he rasps, mouth opening and closing, hating the sound of his own voice. he recognizes his desperation, his anger, but the affectionate sound that clips at the end is unfamiliar, as he shakily pulls himself closer to you.ย
you glance up at him, eyes glossy and wide, and though you are scared, hurt, heโs so thankful you are alive. his heart flips once, as you grasp at his cloak, the material that has the blood of so many staining the threads.ย
โgone,โ you say, throat chalky, words nothing more than a note against the wind. โthey fled when they heard it was you coming.โย
โand left you?โ he asks, jaw clenching, as he hopes that the emotions arenโt as visible on his features as he thinks they are. โwere you not a ransom?โย
โno,โ you swallow, hard, as if in pain. he notices bruises around your neck, the shape of fingerprints indented there. โi was bait.โ
anger rises up in him like a wave, engulfing him, wholly and relentlessly. he is no stranger to that, like he is the kindness you show him, the way you look at him as if he is your protector, rather than a bringer of destruction. โiโll go after them. where are they headed? theyโll pay, iโll slaughterโโ
โryunosuke,โ you say, reaching for him as he stands, expression pleading as he backs away. โstay.โย
he has half a mind to ignore you โ the enemy escaped, after all. but your voice. your eyesโฆ you look so small sitting there, bloodied and bruised and broken.ย
โplease,โ you try again, near tears, and though he has never been good with obvious displays of emotion, something within him snaps at the desperation in the word.ย
he nods, slowing his pace as he returns to you, lets you wrap yourself in him, cling to him. his hands fall, naturally, to your waist, somehow knowing where they belong, even if akutagawa never has a clue what heโs doing with you.ย
โiโll call hirotsu,โ he says simply, before pulling out his phone, not bothering to untangle himself from you.ย
๐๐๐๐๐ . . .
dazai is not a forgiving man, and will never learn to be. forgiveness is not a luxury he is often able to indulge in in his line of work, and his heart has hardened enough that until the end of time, those that are branded his enemies will remain his enemies.ย
though, in his blackened heart, one soured over the course of time, you have carved out your own little space, lit it up with golden rays of light that are fiery enough to melt the stone casing of his chest.ย
his only love โ his only weakness. but it is a weakness that his enemies know about as well.ย
dazai tries his best to keep you safe. he always has, and he knows that, sometimes, his grasp on you can be a little too tight. that the way he tries to keep you under his watchful eye can sometimes be stifling, frustrating.ย
but he canโt always be there to protect you. and it is in times like these, that he regrets letting you go without a bodyguard. he regrets that he listened to your insistence that you could keep yourself safe.ย
he shouldโve at least told you to take a friend.ย
โboss,โ his subordinate says, bowing his head, his voice pleading, desperate. โiโm so sorry. your wifeโโ
โif anythingโฆ anything happens to her, you will be the one responsible, do you understand?โ dazai says, his eyes cold as he glowers down at the man, only a few inches shorter than him, but feeling so much smaller. โi will personally see that this act does not go unpunished.โย
โof course, sir,โ the man says, and he, at the very least, has the decency to sound resigned. to accept his fate and suffer the consequences, for allowing the bossโs wife to get herself into such a situation.ย
and dazai means it, every last word; if he finds you in a state closer to death, anyone who put you in harmโs way will be torn apart from the inside out. he isnโt able to think of anything but bringing you home safely, his hands shaking with rage as he sends more than enough people out on a search to find you.ย
with all the strings heโs able to pull as the mafia boss, it doesnโt take long to find you, for those that have bravely โ or stupidly โ used his wife as bait to come forward, and offer an attempt at some sort of negotiation.ย
thereโs little of the conversation that dazai remembers on the phone, even less that he remembers after that. the anger bubbles up in him and grabs hold of his conscience, the emotion directing his movements with a mind of its own.ย
heโs already sent out every last one of his people into the field, ensuring that the organization that had the gall to threaten you is wiped off the face of the earth. deleted from every corner of the world, buildings flattened to the ground. by tomorrow, they wonโt have ever existed.ย
today, he doesnโt care what happens as long as he finds you alive.ย
youโre held hostage by two men โ so completely beaten that theyโve given up on any restraints. whatever they wanted from you, you seemed to refused to have given up, lip bleeding, eyes swelling so badly that you canโt even open them.ย
dazai doesnโt hesitate before pulling the trigger on the first man, then turning to the other, shooting the hand that holds the pistol. the man recoils, shouts, and drops the weapon completely, as dazai lands another bullet to his knee, causing him to fall.ย
slowly, dazai walks up, firing again to his other arm, a loud snap echoing throughout the room. the man winces, trying to crawl to the gun, one last desperate attempt to stay alive.ย
he kicks the gun away, watching, as, pathetically, the expression in the enemyโs face changes โ any of his remaining hope vanishes.ย
โyou told me she was unharmed,โ dazai says, bending down, his coat flaring out behind him as he squats.ย
the man coughs, gasping for air as the blood seeps out of him. โwe lied.โ he smiles cruelly, and though he shares the same sort of darkness as those in the port mafia, there is something even more twisted in his smile.ย
dazai hums. โyou the leader?โย
the man doesnโt give an answer, but the slight twitch of surprise on his face is all dazai needs. heโs no one โ just a grunt whose life was put on the line to guard you.ย
โdidnโt think so.โ dazai shoots him once, straight through the forehead, instantly killing him. but he is vindictive, angry, and the man he truly wants to destroy, the one who took you, is nowhere to be found. another bullet lands, tearing apart the flesh of his temple, then another, and one more, his skull beginning to cave in from the force of it all.ย
dazai heaves, letting the gun clatter to the ground as it runs out of bullets, and then he realizes, all this time, youโve just been watching him. the ugliest side of him โ the worst side of him.ย
youโre no stranger to it, of course. how can you be, when youโve shared a life with him for years? but that doesnโt mean he wants you to see it, see how bloodthirsty he can become.ย
he stumbles over to you, where youโre still sitting on the ground, your wrist in your lap, bent at an angle that he knows isnโt right. bruises are littered across your skin, and your hair is matted from the blood that pools at your temple.ย
it takes every ounce of restraint he has to stay calm, a million feelings swirling under his skin. ones that he was never familiar with until he met you.ย
โiโm sorry,โ he says, taking your face in his hands so, so softly, worried that heโll hurt you even more. โiโm sorry, darling. i shouldโve โ i shouldโve been there.โ dazai notices his hands are shaking and he balls them up into fists, leaning back. โfuck. fuck โ iโll kill them all, just tell me who it was. anyone who laid a finger on you. iโll cut them down one by one.โย
โosamu,โ you say, and your voice is raspy, cracking, as your unbroken arm reaches for him, squeezing his shaking hand. โiโโ
you open your mouth to continue, but only tears come streaming down your cheeks, over your bloodied lips, saltiness soaking your jawline. no words donโt leave you, but a soft sob chokes itself up your throat.
โhey, hey, hey.โ dazaiโs voice softens, every muscle in his body relaxing as he draws you nearer to him, into his chest with a touch thatโs barely there. โyouโre safe. iโm here, okay? theyโre not going to hurt you again, sweetheart.โย
you sniffle, barely making a sound, but he can feel the tears drop onto his clothes, soaking the material.
โcan you walk? are you hurt anywhere else?โย
you hesitate for a moment before answering; heโs not sure if thereโs a reason you only answer the first question. โi can walk.โย
dazai nods, and though the rage is still bubbling there, underneath the surface, there is a coolant streaming through him at the vision of you alive. the men who did this will pay the price, but he still has you โ and thatโs all that matters.
thank you for reading !!! โค๏ธ
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DADDIES BABY !!
( osamu & chuuya recognizes someone familiar in their babygirls drawing โฆ it couldnโt be โฆ )
for once in his damned life, dazai wasnโt surrounded by sake and canned crabs. instead, the small space of living room wooden floors were covered in dolls and princess coloring books a certain slug had bought for akane. osamu, who was laying sideways on the foam mat that you had bought for your daughter, watched carefully as akane scribbled all over the coloring book, gripping the blue crayon with a blank face.
โwhatโcha drawing, baby ?โ osamu asked with a gentle smile on his face, rolling his body closer to his baby and lifting his head to look at the coloring book.
โba ..โ the baby looks up with her wide eyes, slapping the paper with the palms of her chubby hands, blinking as dazai leans closer, his feet kicking in the air as if some lovesick school girl.
โawe !! is that me ? and is that mommy ? youโre adorable, akane !โ unable to contain himself, dazai grabs for his baby and brings her close to his chest as he laughs to himself, the baby doing the same.
โah, whoโs that then, sweetheart ? you wanna sibling ? aw, weโll see what we canโ wait ..โ
dazai lays on his back with his baby on his chest, who was sucking on her thumb. bringing the paper closer to his face with his hands, osamus eyes twitch, a disgusted look on his face as he sees a boxy figure with scribbled orange hair.
โis- is that supposed to be the slug ?!โ
chuuya nakahara is a busy man, and working from home now and then doesnโt lift the workload off his pretty shoulders. though, despite this, he canโt bring himself to hate it. staying closer with you and baby chiyo relaxed his tense shoulders. he also couldnโt complain about waking up later than usual.
but today, chuuya is busy cooped up in his large work office, all three of his large computers on and paperwork scattered all over. quiet jazz plays from a record player you had bought him on your second wedding anniversary together. chuuya canโt help but turn his back and look at the record player for a moment, then at chiyo, who was resting on a large playmat with a color book and crayons in the middle of the room. it was a good time to take a break, chuuya thinks.
โheya chiyo, you drawinโ ?โ getting up and out of his seat, chuuya makes his way to the mat, crouching down in a squat and looking at the scribbled paper, various different colors used to draw a house, a few trees, and people. chiyo lifts her head up and pushes the paper towards her father, in which chuuya takes with a smile and a thank you.
โoya ? arentโcha an artist !! that โposed to be ma โn i ?โ
chiyo nods, her wide eyes gleaming as she watches her father look at the drawing. chuuyas soft smile twitches as he sees something unfamiliar in the drawing. pointing at a small stick figure with his finger, chuuya tilts the paper to chiyos view.
โbaby, whoโs this ..? a friend ?โ
the baby shakes her head which only makes chuuyaโs brow raise in suspicion. looking at the messy drawing closer, his brows furrow and his eyes twitch.
brown coat, brown hair, freakishly tall โฆ
โis this โฆ the fuck ?! is this fuckinโ dazai ?!โ
chiyo giggles innocently as she hears her fathers voice raise in shock, not undertand a thing her father is saying and thinking of it as praise.
โfuck ..!!โ the baby coos back, giggling and clapping her chubby hands together.
โa- ah !! shit, no, donโt say that, baby. โyer ma is gonna kill me.โ
โshit ..?โ
โno !!โ
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หหห๊ฐ ๐ by anonymous user ๊ฑ. . . hello ! I really like your works, could I please request an insecure!reader with chuuya? and him fucking some sense into her? don't feel pressured to do this btw and feel free to ignore :D
หหห๊ฐ ๐ note ๊ฑ. . . here u go, nonnie ! I really liked this idea and sorry for taking so long on this request ๐ญ anyway, hope you enjoy ~~
หหห๊ฐ ๐ c/w ๊ฑ. . . (18+) n/sfw content, mentions of insecurities, body worshipper chuuya, praise, lowercase intended, hints of dumbfication, overstimulation, fingering, mirror sex, cunnilingus, chuuya eats it from the back !! ๐ฃ๏ธ๐ฃ๏ธ& more + not proofread
summary. . . you've been feeling insecure about your body and started to wonder if you were really good enough for someone like chuuya? but no worries, your lover doesn't mind reminding you how much he loves your body and more importantly, you.
you sighed, staring at your reflection in the fancy full-body mirror in front of you; god, you looked horrendous. you didn't know how chuuya, one of, if not the most beautiful man you've ever met, love someone like.. you.
what you also didn't know, though, was that your beloved chuuya had been standing in the doorway the entire time, slender figure leaning against the doorframe as a dull pain throbbed in his heart while he watched, heard you pick apart your body like it was the ugliest thing you had ever seen. he watched as you ran your fingers up and down the parts you hated the most, a frown tugging at your lips as you muttered something about "not being pretty enough". he didn't understand why you'd say such things about your bodyโ all of those beautiful parts of yours that he cherished wholeheartedly.
you whipped your head around hearing the sound of the once slightly ajar bedroom door shut, your boyfriend entering the room. "hey doll, what're you up to?" chuuya's voice was heavy, laced with something you couldn't exactly put a finger on.
"hey, chuu," you smiled, though the action didn't meet your eyes. and chuuya could tell.
his eyes narrowed, gloved hands found their way around your waist, tugging you closer to himโ your back flush against his chest. when did he walk all the way across the room?
"y'know, I heard everything right?" he muttered into your neck, strong arms tightening around your figure as you gulped nervously. "chuuya Iโ" "you're fuckin' beautiful. so don't say hurtful shit about yourself 'cause it for sure ain't true," he cut you off, now pressing soft kisses on the back of your neck to your shoulders, gloved hands reaching up your shirt to knead and gently caress your soft skin.
a whimper caught in your throat as chuuya's hands found your breastsโ pushing your bra up to grope them under your shirt. "i love all parts of your body. fuck, you're so pretty. i'll fuckin' prove it to you if i have to."
"you see that, baby? see the way this pussy sucks my fingers in?" chuuya mused, now bare fingers plunging in and out of your sopping cunt as he had you spread in front of the giant mirror. "mm-! fuck, chuuโ!" you were cut off by your own moans, beads of sweat forming on your forehead, making the little strands of your baby hair stick to your skin. "shh, baby. just focus on the way i finger fuck this pretty cunt, yeah?" your lover's voice was muffled by the soft kisses he was busy pressing all over your nape and shoulders, moving your hair out of the way to make it easier.
you could see everything in the mirror, from the way chuuya's slim fingers disappeared inside of your pussy to how much of a mess you've already becomeโ glossy lips parted as loud moans and whines escape from your throat, the way your tits bounce and jiggle with each thrust of his digits. and hell, was it embarrassing. you jolted up when the tips of his appendages rubbed against that one spongey spot inside of your gooey wallsโ your jaw slacking as your eyes shut. only to receive a gentle but firm slap on your face from chuuya, "nuh-uh, baby. you're gonna watch how I please this beautiful body of yours," he growled lowly in your ear, fingers speeding up their pace as you twitch and whine in response. your vision was blurryโ but you could still make out the way your face contorts to one of pure bliss in your reflection.
"yeaahโ cum on these fingers, sweetheart," the ginger groaned as you soaked his fingersโ your slick running down his wrist and staining the bed sheets underneath, soft curses and his name spewing out of your mouth as his fingers slowed down, aiding you to ride out your orgasm.
you gasped when he abruptly pulled them out of your still sensitive cuntโ only to pop them in his mouth as he moaned from the taste of your juices melting on his tongue. "fuck, dollโ I gotta taste you, need'a make you cum on my tongueโ" he pushed you on your hands and knees before even finishing his sentenceโ a large hand pressing your back to a perfect arch, face down ass up.
"such a nice fuckin' ass," he groaned, fingers digging into the soft fat and spreading them as you whimper, pitifully clawing at the bed sheets. he playfully bit one of your globes, earning a whine in return which made him chuckle. chuuya's greedy hands ran down from your ass to your thighs, only to go back up to knead at your ass, "and these soft thighsโ god, I could kiss 'em for hours."
and as if to prove himself, he started littering kisses all over your inner thighs, hands still kneading your ass before giving it a firm spank, making you jump. "hah, and of courseโ" he smirked before making his way to your pussy, "this pretty fuckin' pussyโ prettiest one I've ever seen," he growled before diving in between your legsโ hungry lips wrapping around your clit as you gasp out from the feeling.
"fuโck! chuuyaโ!" you babbled, pussy still sensitive from your orgasm from earlier, his nose bumping against your slit as he runs his tongue in a zigzag motion across your clit. his fingers were spreading your ass apart for him, to get easy access to your sweet pussy that he wanted to devour so bad.
shamelessly nasty slurping noises came from between your parted thighs. your slick was already dripping down chuuya's chin as you tried your best to keep your gaze on the mirror, watching yourself getting eaten out from the back. fuck, your hair was a messโ your bare figure covered in bites and bruises that your boyfriend gave you, claiming it was his way of showing you were his. your makeup had been completely ruined; mascara running down your cheek in inky streaks, lipstick smudgedโ you looked utterly debauched, chuuya's favorite look on you.
a gurgled moan came out of your mouth when two fingers pushed inside of your sloppy pussy, the mafia executive's tongue now writing his name on your clit. a deep groan rumbled in his chest when you tried to run away from the feeling of his tongue and fingers on youโ pulling you back before harshly cracking a palm down on your left globe, before curling his fingers further into you. tears were falling freely from your eyes at this point, mouth dropped to an 'o' as you chanted his name like a prayerโ "chuuโ please, fuck! s'too muchโ!" you cried out, if it weren't for chuuya's death grip on you, you'd already have fallen face first into the matress.
"you canโ fuuckโ take it, sweet girl," chuuya moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of the sound making your toes curl and apparently that was the last straw for youโ "fuckfuck! 'm cummin'โ cumminggโ!!" your eyes rolled back into your skull as you squirted all over chuuya's face, his own hips rutting into the mattress as his eyes widenโ he wasn't expecting you to do that.
chuuya gave your messy cunt a few more licks before kissing your clit, then pulling away. you looked back to see his face completely drenchedโ him licking his lips as he gave you a lopsided grin. "holy shit, baby. that was..." he muttered, still dazed as he ran his clean hand through his sweaty orange locks. you were still panting, chest heaving as you tried came down from the euphoric high before looking away in embarrassment, fingers fiddling with the sheetsโ then suddenly, you got slammed back against the bed. face down, ass up, again.
you heard a metal clinkโ likely his belt. the sound of expensive leather hitting the floor snapped you back into reality, he must've tossed the belt somewhere. it wasn't long before your thoughts got quickly cut off, chuuya's heavy tip slapping against your clit a few times as you whined, begging him to give you a rest but noโ he wasn't gonna stop until he was sure he fucked all those negative thoughts out of your mindโ wasn't gonna stop 'till all thoughts but his left that pretty little head of yours. you just had to sit still and take it, like the good girl you were.
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starring: dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, atsushi nakajima, chuuya nakahara and fyodor dostoevsky; what they would be like on their wedding day.
warnings: marriage, swearing, alcohol-intake, wife reader, w.c 3.5k
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: ฬฬโ Dazai, who never really acted like a conventional human being, also did not propose like one, either. After dating the enigmatic Armed Detective Agent for, by then, two years, you did not expect him to get down on one knee and produce a beautiful ring, like you had seen in the movies. But you also did not expect him to drop the question like it was a frivolous thing one random Tuesday evening while you both shared a drink at your favourite late-night bar.
Blinking, your glass frozen mid-way to your lips, you turned to him and said, "What did you... just say?"
That mischievous smile you were so quick to fall for flashed across his face. "I said, why don't we get married, hmm~?"
: ฬฬโ There was no other answer in your mind, your heart, than a resounding yes. For he was the thorn in your side as much as he was your other half. Through the whirlwind of months following, you found it hard to discern where one day ended and the next began. Time bled together until you didn't have nearly enough of it, and the day of the ceremony was here. It was a casual affair not bound too tightly by tradition. By the help of the agents, an old, abandoned manor sitting by the riverside had been fashioned into your very own cathedral.
: ฬฬโ Yosano Akiko fussed over your dress, your hair, your makeup โ to a point where you thought she was having way too much fun. And yet, she left no stones unturned, either. As you walked in through the building decorated with bouquets of flowers and rows upon rows of familiar faces, she hooked her arm into yours and walked by your side. Using Thou Shalt Not Die, the doctor instructed fluttering, iridescent butterflies to sit against your dress and your veil, the cornet of your hair, any place she could in order to make you glow.
: ฬฬโ He stood to his towering height at the alter with his back turned to you in an immaculate suit of white. And when he spun to face you, you fell in love for a second time โ with his brunet hair tucked behind his ear, the blue rose pinned to his suit lapel and his eyes; how they watched you. With a type of stunned disbelief that melted into adoration. When you came to stand by his side in front of the pastor, his hand reached down to twine with your fingers, and he whispered;
"You โ are absolutely breath-taking."
: ฬฬโ Kyouka Izumi played the role of ring-bearer, delivering a small white pillow with the two shining bands once it was time to say your vows. Dazai reached out tenderly, slowly, as if to preserve this moment for as long as he could, and lifted the veil from your face. His eyes shuttered. He reached for your hand and slid the smaller band onto your finger, his eyes downcast, his voice low and intimate.
"Through you I have found what it means to love, what it is to feel human, and while I am by your side โ I endeavour to protect and earn that title. For as long as I shall live, I am yours. My soul, my name, they are all yours."
: ฬฬโ As the ceremony reached its closure, when you had both been bound to each other in heart and in soul, Dazai could not wait another moment before he could reach for you. As soon as the words you may kiss the bride left the pastor's lips, Dazai had looped his arms around your waist and bent you back into a dramatic dip. Cheers and claps filled the riverside chapel, you smiled widely against his lips, expecting nothing less of him. Your soulmate. Your husband. Your Osamu, who's name you brandished as your own.
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"Kunikida-kun~!" Dazai's loud voice, a little accentuated with alcohol, swam over the crowd. "Play the thing we talked about!"
Curious, your head turned to the sounds of footsteps shuffling onto the dancefloor illuminated by pale spotlights. The afterparty was in full swing, you had been flanked by a group of well-wishing women when your husband's voice reached your ears. Each of you observed as Dazai, alongside Kunikida, Junichirou, Atsushi and little Kenji took centre stage. Excited murmurs fluttered through the throng.
"What on earth are they doing?" You wondered, and then the starting notes to All The Single Ladies began blaring from the party speakers. Your mouth dropped. Every single one of the Armed Detective Agents began to move in unison to the beat of the music.
And for the third time, you fell in love with him, again. Expecting that there would be many more to come.
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: ฬฬโ Kunikida Doppo, who, at first, had not planned to marry you. After all, you only met twenty out of his proposed fifty-eight requirements that made the perfect wife. That was the thing about your relationship, however โ you had come into the agent's life unplanned, uninvited, and turned every one of his rigid ideals up on their heads.
: ฬฬโ Yet it was only telling of the Idealist and his old habits, how Kunikida went about asking for your hand in marriage. It had been early on a weekday afternoon when he had called you into one of the private meeting rooms of the Agency's office. He'd pushed his glasses up the strong bridge of his nose and laid out his terms. He'd even written a business contract for you to sign. The page had gone flying in the air when you had tackled him from across the table. Smattering a thousand kisses against his blushing, flustered face and breathing the words yes, yes, you silly man, yes!
: ฬฬโ To concur with both your family's wishes and his own, a traditional wedding was set in motion. Kunikida Doppo was always a man to abide by rules and regulations, but it had occurred to you that perhaps he was taking this affair a little too seriously. For your parents, he gifted them the very traditional shiraga thread. During the sake ceremony, the blond sat ramrod straight, moving mechanically to take sips from the three cups. One for past, one for present, and one for your future. Together.
: ฬฬโ He was so serious, in fact, that you had become nervous on the morning of your wedding โ your most beloved of friends helping you into your garments, trying to soothe your thoughts. What if he doesn't want to marry me? You would whisper as they fashioned your hair up. What if I've forced him into this, what if he's unhappy? To one of your many anxieties, your friend had met your eyes in the mirror, and smiled.
"Oh, honey," She chuckled, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. "You should see the way that man looks at you."
: ฬฬโ Her words played in your mind as the traditional music was strung during your procession to meet him. The black colours he donned made his long ponytail appear golden, his body strong, his face even more handsome. As he watched you come down the shrine walkway to be by his side, the blond reached up with one hand to push his glasses away and covered his eyes. It had taken you a few months after to realise that in that moment, Kunikida Doppo had shed a tear.
: ฬฬโ It was not tradition for vows to be spoken, and yet Kunikida asked to say a few words as the ceremony drew to a close. You watched him carefully as he picked up the microphone, curious at the intentions he had. It was in that moment that your newly wed husband faced the crowd and brought the mic to his lips.
"First, I would like to thank you all for gracing our marriage with both your presence and your blessings. It is something we will see not to squander."
"Second, I would like to say some thoughts of mine, if you would all be so inclined. Marriage, to me, was initially an agreement of convenience. I had the perfect woman laid out seamlessly. And in my wife that stands with me today, I say that she is not that perfect woman I so wished to find. But she is everything more. She is my best friend, she is my support, she is the person I go to sleep thinking of and wake up searching for. To me, she is my home, and I will take care of her fiercely."
: ฬฬโ At your small reception, Kunikida was stolen away from you by some affiliates of the Armed Detective Agency and had his sake cup topped up one too many times. He found you afterwards, and proclaimed both his love and adoration for his newly-betrothed to everyone and anyone that was within a five mile radius.
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"Come here," You whispered to him, now in the comfort of your own apartment walls. A considerably uncoordinated Kunikida was struggling out of his Haorihimo, cursing in drunken slurs and promises of retribution to the small sliver of fabric.
Your fingers eased the cloth out from underneath his arms and you began to loosen the knot. Your husband was staring up at you from behind his crooked glasses. He swayed a little, and you stood in front of him, ready to support him if he went toppling forward off the bed.
But then, two strong, solid arms came up to the small of your back and he crushed you against him. Burying his head into your chest, he murmured;
"From the very first day I met you... I loved you. D'ya know that?"
Your heart grew tiny wings in your chest and began to sore. Smiling, you reached up, carding your fingers through his blond locks and undoing the tight ponytail.
"The first day you met me, you told me I was inefficient and lazy, my dear husband." You mused.
He grunted. "Same... thing."
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: ฬฬโ Your relationship with Atsushi was one that blossomed slow and tenderly. It was a natural progression, after three years of happy dating, for the agent to ask you to marry him. Everything Atsushi Nakajima did in regards to showing his affection for you was always timid and reserved โ you never expected it; the elaborate surprise he had waiting in store for you that morning you came into the Agency's offices just like you always did.
: ฬฬโ Well, perhaps he had a little help from the other agents, for the office was barren when you entered. Your eyebrows had creased at the very uncharacteristic quiet of the usually chaotic area you worked in. You had checked the time, wondering if you had showed up a little too early on accident. But then, there was a voice โ the voice of agent Dazai Osamu, shouting at you to come to the nearest window and to do so urgentlyโ!
Each of the agents stood at the sidewalk, all holding up a sign with different characters that made up a whole sentence. A question. And Atsushi โ your sweet, kind, caring Atsushi, was perched in the middle, the biggest bouquet of roses in his sheepish hands.
Will you marry me?
: ฬฬโ Both you and Atsushi decide to get married somewhere far removed from the city skyline of Yokohama. You wanted somewhere special to remember this day, and perhaps, the great outdoors and stretching greens spoke to Atsushi's beastly side a little more, too. So you chose the heart of a nearby woodland where a great, ancient willow tree served as your alter.
: ฬฬโ Atsushi wore a suit of sky-blue. You wore a simple slip dress decorated with accents of lace and flowers, Kenji had twined some wildflowers into your hair. The fauna of the forest acted as your choir when you walked down the small trail of brambles to your soon-to-be husband who waited at the base of the winding trunk.
: ฬฬโ The reception was held in a greenhouse funded by the Agency's private books โ you and Atsushi were members, after all, so Kunikida took a little less persuading than usual to move his ledgers around. For lunch, you served chazuke, and when you took the first dance, Atsushi's eyes appeared more gold than they were violet as they looked at you so lovingly the whole time.
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"Atsushi, they'll notice that we're gone." You giggled, bunching your dress up so you could step over the little bush of thickets. When you both reached the winding roots of the willow tree you promised yourselves to each other underneath, Atsushi transformed his arms and legs into their tiger equivalents.
"Dazai-san said he'd keep everyone entertained." He whispered, and then stepped forward to wrap his soft arms around you. "Are you ready?"
"It may be a little late for second thoughts." You teased, but looped your arms around his slender neck and relaxed into his hold. The new golden band on your finger glinted in the moonlight.
And using that tiger-strength, Atsushi dug his claws into the ancient tree bark and began to climb. Higher and higher until you both broke through the canopy cover and could look to the millions of stars winking at you overhead.
"Oh, Atsushi." You breathed in awe, taking in the wonders above. "Oh, it's beautiful."
Your husband nuzzled into your hair and whispered, "Each one represents all the lifetimes I'd still find and fall in love with you in."
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: ฬฬโ It had initially been you and your General lover's plan to keep your engagement quiet and have a small affair away from town. Just the two of you, because Chuuya thought some of his colleagues were insufferable pains in his ass, and all hell would break loose if they were to figure out they had a wedding plan on their hands. It was, however, unfortunate, that you two had been discussing what type of ceremony you'd like to have when Hirotsu was just about to turn one of the corners. It took exactly one hour for the entire Port Mafia to know. Two for it to reach the Armed Detective Agency.
: ฬฬโ It was no longer a personal affair. This wedding became a spectacle within the Mafia's ranks. From the lowest levels all the way to the boss himself, everyone was abuzz with ideas and anticipation, excited that one of their top brass was getting married and they could all take advantage of the time off to have a grand party. Chuuya threatened to resign several times, you always laughed at how excited the entire criminal organisation became at the prospect of celebration.
: ฬฬโ True to the boss' word, you and Chuuya's wedding was held in one of the grandest churches Yokohama had to offer โ having mysteriously skipped the two year waiting list. The building was laved in gold and stain glass windows. Chuuya wore a fine suit of blood-red and a black tie that contrasted with his wild curls, his hard blue eyes. But when they saw you come down the aisle, they softened, and when he said his vows to you, you never thought anyone would look at you with such adoration ever again.
: ฬฬโ The main event was held in the bowels of the Port Mafia โ one of the largest show-rooms this organisation had to offer, with chandeliers hanging from the ceilings and a private band playing any songs they were requested. Chuuya, for the majority of your reception, could not seem to keep his hands off of you. If you were not by his hip, his eyes would instantly go searching for you within the throng of party-goers. When he did find you, he would place a hand to the small of your back, he'd lean in to kiss you and say;
"There you are, my wife."
: ฬฬโ There was another reason as to why Chuuya Nakahara was originally so hellbent on taking your wedding somewhere more quiet and peaceful. And it came in the form of a brunet ex-partner waltzing into the organisation's party, a broad simper on his infuriating face. Dazai Osamu took your hand and kissed the back of it, extending his deepest sympathies and that if you ever needed to blow off steam, he could give you his number.
: ฬฬโ The Port Mafia ballroom had originally started off with three grand chandeliers. After Dazai had purred those taunting words, there was then, only two.
: ฬฬโ After the many shards had been swept from the floor by a cleaning crew, the private band struck an up-beat quartet. Both you and your newly-wed husband took to the floor for the first dance. Chuuya's hand splayed protectively against your back, his other gloved palm slotting into yours and guiding you to twirl, skip, spin.
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"Shit, sorry." He grumbled when your foreheads were touching, the proximity sending his breath fanning across your cheeks. His pointy canines were jutting against his bottom lip. "That motherfucker โ he just makes me see red."
"Hey, it's okay." You said, catching his eyes. "Because I love you. You, Nakahara. I am all yours and no one else's."
Those words touched something deep within this man's chest. Of course, the proof that you were his sat in the form of two stacked rings on your left hand, but to hear it. To look into your beautiful eyes and see the amount of love there.
He surprised you by reaching down to your hips and lifting you up, twirling you around, around, around.
"And I'm forever yours, babydoll."
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: ฬฬโ The initial letter you received from Fyodor asking for your hand in marriage โ originally, you believed it to be fake. A shallow joke from someone who knew of you and the mastermind's occasional on-and-off relationship whenever he returned to your homeland. But as you traced the delicate loops of the handwriting that looked so much like his own, in the intimate moonlight beams of late night โ you'd let yourself imagine. Hope. Only for it to swell and dwindle like ashes of a flame. Because there was just no way he would ask to marry you. That he would marry, at all.
: ฬฬโ It was fitting then; how palpable your shock was when the slender, pale man you had accidentally fallen in love with โ like a fool โ was standing on the other side of your door that early morning. You had blinked hard, rubbed your eyes, wondered if you were weary from too many sleepless nights. When the stars had cleared from your vision, he was still there. An amused little smile stretched against his lips.
"So? Are you ready to get married?"
You stared at him. And stared. And then dropped your morning cup of coffee onto the tiles of your hallway.
: ฬฬโ At the news of your sudden betrothal, your family were both elated with a healthy dose of scepticism. Who is this man you are intending to marry, they fluttered around you with questions when you broke the news. Fyodor? I've never heard you speak of him, why do you intend to marry this man, girl? At that, you had smiled, not bothering to hide the small heat of blush on your ears, and murmured;
"Because he's a thief, and he stole my heart a very long time ago."
: ฬฬโ The wedding was held in an old cathedral of gothic architecture. You don't think you've ever seen Fyodor look so refined; standing there in his simple suit of stone-grey with a black shirt. He had his hair tucked behind his ears, his eyebags were a little less pronounced, his skin brighter โ but perhaps that was just the early-morning light. When you stood before your husband to-be and handed your heart over to him, for him, there was a shift in his eyes. You could not explain it, but you knew it ran deep. You knew that in his own way, he was also handing himself over to you. And you would accept all of him, just like you accepted his name.
: ฬฬโ Much to the dismay of your family, you did not hold a wedding reception after the ceremony, but that was only because Fyodor decided to walk with you through the freezing streets of Moscow. He held your hand, and even though on many nights where you lay together he was stone-cold, today, he felt warm.
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"Fyodor?"
"Hmm?" He answered, noticing the sheepish tone in your voice. You looked up at him with those big doe eyes.
"Why did you ask to marry me?"
Fyodor held your gaze for a long, pregnant second. It was at that moment that a single flake of snow fluttered down from the grey sky and landed on his immaculate suit. Then another. Each one the same colour as your dress, each one different to the rest.
Fyodor held out his hand to catch them. "Why does the snow fall? Because it is natural. It is meant to be. I married you because it is the way I wish to fall. With you, by my side."
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โฐโงผ ๐ชป note.. โงฝ ; writing witj this many characters was scary . pls ignore any typos or errors or mischaracterisation im learning. reblogs appreciated!!
โฐโงผ โ๏ธ features.. โงฝ ; Chuuya, Dazai, Atsushi, Akutagawa, Nikolai, Fyodor, gn!reader ( fem terms in fyodors and mentions of boobs in nikolais parts )
โฐโงผ ๐ contents.. โงฝ ; fluff, cuddles, all those nice things, nikolai being nikolai, possible mischaracterisation
dazai
dazai doesn't have a preference. he enjoys both being held and holding you for the same reason. when he's holding you, he's holding on tight - part of him is still scared you're gonna leave him if he gets too comfortable. and if you're holding him he always finds himself melting into you, his hands shakily gripping at your clothes as he smothers himself against your chest. he adores how your hands find his hair and comb through it. if he puts all his weight onto you, you can't go anywhere, right?
".. 'm sorry .. don't get up, just five more minutes. I'll be good ..- you're warm .. 'm sorry.. "
chuuya
chuuya prefers to hold. be adores the feeling of you in his arms, it makes him feel like he's protecting you from the known - blanketed by his strong embrace. he traces 'I love you's on your back knowing you're too comfortable and sleepy to know what he's writing - his thumb writes his name into your hip when you think he's just rubbing circles. little possessive things like that, just to quietly manifest that you stay with him. he can press a gentle kiss to the top of your head and tease you for being so clingy ; even though he's holding you tight too.
".. you need the bathroom? .. you can hold it, jus' stay with me for a while longer .. I love you .. pretty thing you are .."
atsushi
atsushi prefers to hold. while he won't ever deny being held, usually he finds himself pulling you on top of him to keep you in his embrace while he takes a nap. your head on his chest and his arms resting around your waist, while he gently purrs to soothe you to sleep with him. he hasn't been able to take solo naps since you've been around - and he knows you enjoy resting with him too, anyway. so what's the harm when he tugs you over to the detective agency couch and asks you to take a quick break? you've both been working hard , after all.
"let's have a quick break, okay? we can stay finish everything later .. you're gonna exhaust yourself out, sweetheart .. just 10 minutes .."
akutagawa
akutagawa prefers to be held. he'll never admit it to anyone, especially not to you. but you can see the way he relaxes and sinks into you when you wrap your arms around him. the way he takes a long exhale and his shoulders deflate as your hand traces a certain spot on his back. he likes listening to your heartbeat, he likes knowing you're alive and with him for who he is - and not what he can do. he's still learning to love and to trust, but it's a little easier when it's by your side. he hopes you wont leave him, he'll work to impress you as he grows.
".. what? no, I'm not falling asleep. you're imagining things. you .. mm .. can you do that again ?"
nikolai
nikolai doesn't have a preference. he's like a big dog, despite his size he'll absolutely lay himself on top of you and nuzzle into your chest. if you have boobs then he won't be moving for a while, so kiss your oxygen goodbye. whenever he wants to hold you, he's not really one to ask ; he'll just drag you over onto him or use a portal to drop you into his lap, then he's clinging to you and whining desperately whenever you try to leave. he's just big and clingy, but can you fault him? he finds you so comforting.
" .. where are you going? no! you can't leave .. do you not love me anymore ?.. why do you wanna leave !.. just stay with me .. thank you .."
fyodor
fyodor prefers to hold. if neither was an option, it'd most likely be that. but he regularly asks you to come sit on his lap while he works. a small whistle as he turns his chair, patting his thigh - and he'll wrap an arm around you to keep you close. he's not too affectionate, and too much touching before your marriage repulses him. but he'll learn to deal with these little moments for a while - it gives him his energy back and helps him with a little push to finish his work so you rest together.
" .. ะทะฐะนัะธะบ .. come here. no, I'm not finished. just come. don't be disobedient , now .. there we are. good girl."
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