I don't take requests for any anime or manga at the moment. I only write little drabbles about Bungo Stray Dogs and perhaps Genshin Impact (only Ajax/Nobile/Childe/Tartaglia, Gaming and Lyney!) and someday I will write about TBHK when I get bored and want to write something.
I usually write out of boredom and don't put much effort into oneshots and drabbles (to be honest) but if others like it, I have no problem keeping it up. There are times when I try to write better, but the truth is that I usually write as I said before: without much effort.
In what fandoms I am? Here you go! Toilet Bound Hanako Kun, Genshin Impact and Bungo Stray Dogs.
STATUS: inactive
REQUESTS: closed
TIME TO WRITE: depends on mood.
Masterlist.
Lyney — from genshin impact.
neko lyney.
lyney's ingame lore.
Dazai — from bungo stray dogs.
easily stressed.
somethin' stupid.
sleepy morning.
not fine at all.
drinking coffee.
rude much.
a warm embrace in a cold night.
flowers of dispair (1/2)
flowers of dispair (2/2)
the dulcet taste if your lips.
Captured in the Claws (random oc included in the polt)
I Did, and will Do it Again // A Osamu Dazai oneshot about him kissing you one time, not enough with that, he will do it again just for the sake to annoy you (perhaps).
Day is already running. Time goes fast if you forget about it.
The morning goes by quickly when you do the things you love and goes by slowly when you do the things you hate. Sometimes the remedy is not medicine, but love.
Love?
Yes, a little of sweetness in the evening is always welcomed.
And here comes a young man, full of confidence and the nerve to sometimes be too insistent about showing you that he loves you.
Said man enters the office. Osamu Dazai shows up ten minutes late, but always without worries. No, he doesn't need schedules like Kunikida, he lives life the way he likes.
The way he finds more easy, let's say.
“Hello,” he says in a lilting tone, leaving his trench coat on the coat rack and approaching your table, where you were busy doing your reports. There Dazai leans down to kiss you lovingly on the cheek before looking at you. "Helloo?"
Dazai always saw you as a hard worker, you never threw yourself into anything before getting rid of your tasks. Through the window you could not only see the bustle of cars and the mere existence of living beings, there was also a sun, soft rays of sun that reflected the gentleness of your concentration on your face.
"Don't look at me like that, wait a second for me to finish this up," turning your gaze at him, maybe bothered in some kind of way that Dazai percieved as a playful invitation. "Let me fill this report and—"
Smooch.
Your words were interrupted by your partner's kiss. His arms now rested around you in a warm embrace, like a snake around its prey, as he laughed softly with his face on your shoulder.
"'samu— wait!" another peek, nape of your neck. "We're at work, c'mon..."
"Something nice happend today," he says. "I want to tell you about it."
"Really? Couldn't you wait till I finish this?" you whine, struggling to peel him off you.
"Belladonna... Don't reject me like that, truly hurts," he sighs. "I feel my heart shattering... Bones aching in this human suit—"
"Okay, that's creepy," you smiled forcefully. "I get it."
"Really now? You do?" a small mischevious grin spreads around his lips. In a swift motion, he rotates the chair so you are facing him. "Kiss session!"
"I wasn't ready—!"
I feel like drunk when writting shit like this. Look how bad it is.
𓇼 SUMMERTIME JOY | chuuya nakahara. A little one-shot where you and Chuuya are on the beach enjoying everything. As simple as that! It may not be very long, but I hope you like it.
Hello everyone! It's been a long time since I logged in to write something. As I just took my summer vacation, I want to wish everyone a happy summer and enjoy it. These days I had no motivation to write and I left everything half done in my drafts. But now I'll try to make the effort to write something!
The sun in the sky looked like a colored drawing, even childish if you looked at it another way.
It was summer and damn right it felt like summer. You felt the sand between your feet, warm to the touch. A bikini and a beach hat. Everything was perfect and like a vacation away from everything, disconnecting and sharing emotions with the sea.
Underneath was a beach towel and a hammock tied to two trees. Next to it you had a frozen box with multiple foods and refreshing drinks as well as a bag with sunscreen and so on.
And your husband is there too.
At your side is Chuuya, who has taken the vacation very personally. There he is lying in a hammock that is tied to two trees, cocktail in his hand. Black sunglasses on his head, bare skin with a thin open jacket on top, beach shorts and some flip flops lying around.
"Hey, Chuuya... Do you remember when we were still little and we always came to this beach?" you find yourself asking.
"Of course I remember, you were a disaster," he smiles. "Why do you ask?"
"Well...do you remember when we ran into the water to take a dip?" you continue. "I wonder if instead of staying here in the sun, we'd go there to… you know."
"If my beautiful wife says so, I don't have a big problem," leaving his finished cocktail on the sand, he stands next to you. "Come on."
Walking with him towards the seashore, smiling like you've never done before, you feel a disconnection from the outside world, not worrying about work, enjoying a good vacation.
You were thinking, and you feel arms lift you up, bridal style. You laugh at Chuuya's expression, one of determination and like he was so focused on getting you to the water, it seemed like his face expressed a lot of effort.
"The water is freezing... Don't you think you should let me get used to it?" you say, feeling the water cover your knees.
"The only thing you have to get used to is that tonight we are going to celebrate our vacation in a house that I bought for this vacation," he responds, leaving you in the water, where you can still touch the sand with your feet.
"What a gentleman you are."
"For you I can be anything—"
A palm of water is thrown at Chuuya's face, wetting his hair.
"Take that!"
"What was that for!" complains Chuuya.
"Nothing really! Just making this more fun for the two of us," you laugh like a child.
"Oh yeah?" he splashes water all over you. "Then this is a sweet revange."
"Ack— c'mon! Not salt in the eyes!" you whine.
Well. What a vacation. Is this what humans call to be happy with one's lover? I believe it is.
Do you know the worst? I had written all of this before, it didn't save when I accidentally clicked on a notification and I had to rewrite it entirely. But hey, although this one didn't turn out the best, and it's a bit short, maybe incoherent, at least I hope it's something for my dear followers :3
Morning, my children. I can't sleep and I don't want to let yall without eating some of my fanfics so I'll pass you my Ao3 fanfic (skk).
I know it has only two chapters at the moment, but something is something... I hope I can post something when I'm done with fucking tests, trust me, I hate having the week full of exams that I need more tham 3 days to study. Watever, when I finish the week and hope to get summer vacations, I'll post oneshots and continue my fanfic on Ao3.
From a scale from 1 to 10, Dazai would probably be 7,5/10
Dazai is a guy who doesn't always get jealous, but that doesn't take away from the fact that he could easily get jealous if he feels like someone has crossed a line.
He is the type of person who can make his jealousy evident, even if it sometimes doesn't seem like it.
Dazai usually observes the situation first, either analyzing the subject or those around him and using them around him, this he will use to his advantage when he has to act.
He will approach you first, no matter who it is, he will most likely approach you and put his arms around your waist and rest his head on the back of your neck or on your shoulder.
He's the kind of person who would hug you first or whisper a few things in your ear like, "Who's that?" but things don't end there.
Depending a little on who it is, he will show different behaviors. For example, if Dazai sees you with Chuuya, and he himself is drunk and accidentally flirts with you, Dazai will get very jealous at that moment, but he will become more needy. Possibly he would get affectionate and try to demonstrate to Chuuya's face how he kisses, hugs or makes you nervous before leaving, but not before sticking out his tongue in mockery towards the redhead or giving him the middle finger.
Dazai being a threat to the entire society, since the majority is a victim of his comments and certain attitudes, Osamu will take you out of the place, perhaps he will wait for you to get home or directly in an alley he will start kissing you in a aggressive and needily manner. You will be inundated with all kinds of loving comments that have double meanings coming from him.
He is usually an individual who does not care much about being in public or private, just being able to show you that he is yours or that you are his is more than enough for him.
Speaking of other things, depending on the degree of his need to remind you again who you belong to, he may leave you alone and unmarked, but there are times when he will nibble you everywhere he can see, and his favorite part is your neck and lips.
Things might escalate to more if his neediness is also reciprocal.
If you want, of course, he'll try to not do anything without your permission, but sometimes he just can't help to.
ONESHOT INCLUDED.
There was a heavy air that settled in the atmosphere, falling on the shoulders of mortals. A caramel and vinous mixture ripples in the ambient air, making those in the bar drunker than they were from the alcohol, a numbness in some of those humans.
That bar was famous for having the best wines that a rich man's pocket could buy and collect. The burning frivolity that heat instills in the brain was commonly noted, and it was no surprise to one to see people almost falling over.
You were sitting comfortably in a chair enjoying a glass of wine, taking advantage of the fact that you wouldn't get drunk easily with a mere glass of red wine.
Next to you was a certain drunk teenager, unaware of his surroundings, in his mind he saw his hand around the neck of the wine glass, and nothing else. The alcohol surrounded his brain and ate away at his conscience, leaving him irrational.
In a blink and a turn of his head, the teenager sees you, dressed rather elegantly, enjoying your wine. That teenager had his black hair tied to one side, while the other side was kept wavy, along with a haircut that extended to the nape of his neck. His clothes were honestly casual, some would say he looked like a bum, and the truth is they weren't lying.
"Hello, beautiful, tell me, how are you doing so alone?" the typical question launches into the attack, and your ears swallow that question, processing it. That teenager couldn't have been more than seventeen years old, and it seemed ridiculous to you since you were about twenty-three in comparison.
“I’m not interested in flirting with you, bum,” you tell him, your words rolling off your tongue like sour poison. "To tell the truth, I wouldn't even want to do anything with you, since you're underage, and you're also too young to drink alcohol, I don't know why you're even here."
Your words don't please him too much and he doesn't hesitate to get up from his seat, approaching you and walking clumsily like a duck.
"What have you said?" his voice is almost incomprehensible due to the effect of the alcohol of the wine he shouldn't have drunk in the first place. "Come on, just one night..."
"Exactly what you heard."
"Playing hard to get, eh?" he slurrs out.
"Not exactly, but if you don't want to end up humiliated or, at worst, dead, I suggest you stop making me feel uncomfortable, turn around, and start walking away from my sight if you'd be so kind," you smile.
Hands are placed on your abdomen and slowly go down to your hips, and out of nowhere you feel the familiar warmth of someone pressing their body against your back, their head resting on your shoulder and their breath on your bare skin making you shiver.
“I sincerely apologize if I interrupt anything…” you feel a small kiss on your neck. "But I think I have to highlight a factor that you don't seem to notice, young teenager. This girl is mine, she is my property and I want her to be mine until we both die," he paused to adjust his hands on your torso. "Look, I appreciate you showing me with your lapdog behavior that my wife is a human beauty, but let me tell you: she already has an owner, okay? It's not that hard to process, is it now?"
You don't know why, but you can assume that it is because of that, that the teenager soon walked away to look for more girls in the area, while Dazai was triumphant, still sheltering you with his warmth.
“You know…sometimes you're very direct, but I'm not saying I don't like it,” you tell him, smiling slightly as you turn to rest your hands on his chest.
"It was necessary... Did you see how that horrible teenager looked at you?" He pouts embarrassedly as he hides his face in your breasts, then begins to place small kisses along your collarbone and slightly visible breasts.
A shudder runs down your spine.
"Stop being so needy, 'samu," you mutter, but he doesn't stop there. His hands slide down your body, and with a sly smirk, like a witty fox, he starts to suck on your skin, intending to mark you.
Smiling, he steps away from your body a little, and raises his hands in the air, surrendering like a prisoner would when seeing the police officer pointing a gun at him, which in this case was your eyes, a furious look.
"I am still yours, aren't I, baby?" he whispers with a wink, a seductive tinge that swirls into the art of the human love.
"Again with this? I though I had already told you many times," you roll your eyes. "Of course you are, Osamu, dear."
"That's what I wanted to hear," he tilts his head with a smug, his hands enclasp with yours as he pulls you against a wall, and you let a surprised gasp. "Music to my ears."
"Dazai, not now, let's go home!"
With a giggle and a wink, he walks away from your side, but not before giving you a kiss on the corner of your mouth and trotting away from there, waiting for you to chase him home.
Uh, listen up, remember when you guys voted the option for jealous Chuuya hc? Well, I have something to say. I could've posted sooner those headcanons, but I sadly and accidentally wrote for jealous Dazai headcanons, and when I checked again, when I finished the hc, I saw that it was Chuuya, not Dazai.
Basically that's why it took me some short days to post the Chuuya one. Now I have the jealous Dazai hc in my drafts, and since it's rather sad to just let that finished in drafts, I'll post that too right now. Good night!
I think and I want to think that Chuuya is not a person who gets jealous easily, since I suppose he trusts that you would never cheat on him with another (what a hypocrite, usually and most of the time, Chuuya has a hard time trusting people ).
Beyond that, Chuuya would get jealous if another man flirted with you or became somewhat affectionate with you, since it is something he sees and can sense that this man intends to have a relationship with you, whether it be out of interest, physical or sexual.
His emotions are easy to detect, and believe me, if you turn your gaze to Chuuya while that person flirts with you, you will be able to see a stare from Nakahara, looking at you and that other person.
When it comes to acting, Chuuya is the type of person who has two versions depending on his mood.
The first version is this: he approaches you and the subject and give the other person a critical look before he starts arguing with that person, and depending on whether that person understands or not, it can be a short or long and intense.
The second option: Chuuya approaches and directly grabs you and takes you to another more distant place, but not to scold you, but to give you a sweet kiss before perhaps going back to the other person and explaining firmly that you already have a partner.
I'd like to think it's more the second mixed with the first.
Although Chuuya may have a conflicted moment when it comes to perhaps trusting you not to abandon him, he himself will try to trust you and wants, you would even help him trust you, and you achieve it together.
Chuuya trusts you, and he actually manages to do so and stop bad thoughts from flooding his mind and causing the ship to sink. Although he does hesitate a little when there are times when you flirt with the other person in return, even if it is a playful manner.
When moments pass where the other person insists a lot and sees that it is really difficult to get that person away from you, he will not hesitate to give you a little hand and will begin to unconsciously protect you with his body as if he was a guard dog.
I don't think he's the type of person who wants to fuck you when he gets jealous, but if he's really jealous he can be closer to you and give you a lot of kisses. Chuuya is the kind of person who would talk to you if something was bothering him (but he can eventually sometimes be in the mood for "fun" together).
SMALL ONESHOTS.
━━ First oneshot.
It was night, and you and Chuuya were in a relatively spacious bar, with music playing and several drunk people around, some dancing, others sitting on the floor unable to get up.
You were on the bar stool, drinking a red wine from La Rioja. Enjoying the taste while Chuuya had gone to order another glass of Petrus 1995 for himself.
Meanwhile, a person had come over and sat down next to you, smiling as he started at you, which you had seen and turned your head towards that guy. Uncomfortable.
"Tell me, pretty, why are you doing so alone drinking wine? You would need attractive company," says that person.
“Please, I have no interest in flirting, you can leave,” you explained dryly.
"Why not? Do you have a partner?"
"Yes, for your information, that's right, and that's me," Chuuya suddenly appears with a wine in his hand.
You turn your head towards the redhead, a slight smile appearing on your face as a hand rests on your shoulder.
"Oh, what's wrong? I can't flirt with her? I don't think you're better than me, are you?" the individual mocks, getting up from the stool.
"Arrogant people are not to my taste, so turn around and get out of my sight before I beat your face," Chuuya blunts, with a frown.
While all this is going on, you casually take a sip from your glass and Chuuya busies himself by shoving the individual aside and insulting him a few times in a firm and threatening manner till the man left.
"Chuuya, no need to go that harsh on the man."
"And what I was supposed to do? Let him flirt with my girl? No can do, baby," he smirks, giving you a small kiss on the forehead.
━━ Second oneshot.
Darkness rushes against the sky, painting it a dark color.
In a rather fancy bar you were with Chuuya, celebrating the Port Mafia's recent victory against a criminal group they had been fighting for a few months.
You were sitting next to Chuuya on the comfortable stools of the place, the two of you toasting with a wine.
Around you you could see several rich people celebrating alike, including some members of the Port Mafia, and strangers dancing together on one side and drunk on the other.
One of those drunks approached you, he was brazen in his approach, walking drunk while resting his elbow on your shoulder, all this in Chuuya's face, and you would swear you saw a grimace on Chuuya's face.
"Hello beautiful, anything new here? I have to say that your look captivated me," says the man.
Before you can even open your mouth to talk, Chuuya speaks:
"You're very shameless if you think I'd let you flirt to my girl," he looks at the man incredulously, resting his elbow on his leg while his hand holds the glass of Petrus 1995 wine. "Get out of my sight, now."
With a firm movement, you push the man's elbow away and look at him with some confusion but disgust.
"I don't think so," he replies, rolling his eyes. Chuuya frowns at this.
"If you don't leave, I'll leave. You want to flirt? Flirt with people who are actually interested in your fucking ways, although I think the only thing that would be interested in you is a trash can or flies," he smirks, waving his hand as he left with you, grabbing your hand with his gloved hand.
Heading to another area, he sits you in a black couch around the bar and looks at you with a satisfied smile, a hand resting on his hip as the other cups your cheek.
"I'm sorry for not letting you defend yourself sooner, sweetheart, but I wanted to make sure you save those words for later," he winks at you and gives you a brief but sweet kiss on the lips. "I'll be back, I have something to resolve some things with that person. Save your voice for when we get to my room in bed, baby, the night is young."
I know some of you don't read Lyney's lore when you gain friendship with him, so I'm totally going to force you all into reading all of it. I'm begging you all. Look, if you're not going to read it ingame, then read it here and devour that lore.
Now, now, this might seem like something I did because I didn't knew what to post, it's true, it is, but I also want to spread around Lyney's lore for all my Lyney lovers, even if making this post is pointless.
Character details.
The people of Fontaine love their tales of mystery. The intricate case setups and unexpected twists and turns are captivating for all.
Magic recreates this experience under the converging spotlights. For the price of a ticket and some of your free time, you can embark on a wondrous journey amidst thunderous applause and astounded cries.
If you were to ask around as to which of Fontaine's "guides" is best at setting up such fantastical tours, most fans will tell you that it is Lyney.
Suave, romantic, and talented, he performs miracle after miracle with a casual air.
In this industry, one needs only a stable of staple tricks to ensure a renowned reputation and comfortable life.
However, Lyney's shows always feature some new trick. Some say that he was born into poverty, and the resultant burning hunger for fame and fortune drives his boundless desire to create.
In truth, he simply pursues novelty in his capacity as a performer — indeed, he feels that if he cannot put his whole heart into the show, his deep desire to perform cannot be fully satiated.
This is why, despite the applause rising to a fever pitch and beyond, he will rarely satisfy the crowd's calls for a reprise of his most well-known tricks. Some devoted fans consider this to be a bit of a shame...
...And for them, such regret will only continue to increase each time they purchase a ticket and go in to watch his show.
Friendship level 2.
While Lyney first began his journey in magic to fill his stomach, he has continued to perfect his art even after becoming a person of some renown in Fontaine.
Magic, after all, has been his benefactor. Not only has it allowed him and his sister to survive, but it has also allowed them to gain the "acknowledgment" that most children, growing up in a loving home, would have received from their parents.
Even from an early age, performance was something closely tied to Lyney's life. Each time he would go on stage, Lyney would have the audience whooping and clapping. And yet, he did not lose himself in their adulation — if anything, it often troubled him.
If audiences were simply drawn to the spectacle of magic, then who was to say that they wouldn't abandon Lyney's stage as soon as they caught wind of a more enthralling show in town?
In other words, just as an audience would be attracted by petals and cards, they would also be pulled away by grander fireworks and crackling gun salutes. What else did magicians have up their sleeves to capture the hearts of their audience, beyond enticing them with ever more grandiose impressions of shock and awe?
In all of Lyney's performances afterward, audiences would begin to notice a change — Lyney would add many segments between performances in which he would interact with them.
Indeed, this magician seemed without any airs, sharing various fascinating anecdotes about his life, not even minding if the audience should try to guess at the secret behind his tricks.
Of course, the sharper wits amongst them would notice that Lyney's tales were not truth, but instead a way to build up the atmosphere, a bedding laid for a greater magic trick to land upon.
Yet no one would quibble about these white lies. After all, truth and falsehoods were already inextricable in many parts of the performance — why, even the magician himself could be said to have become a part of the magic.
Thus does Lyney sometimes appear near and dear, and other times just out of the reach of his audience, balancing human affinity and magical mystery perfectly in the palm of his hand, his smile leaving the audiences' imaginations free to run wild.
No matter how rich or poor, sad or glad the audience member, imagination is the great equalizer, carrying the charm of magic to all.
Thus did the mystery and elegance of this magician spread far and wide, with people even opining that his skill at creating an atmosphere is itself as exquisite as magic.
"Is that so? Well, I'm just trying to invite everyone to take a brief break from reality, that's all."
Friendship level 3.
Lyney's new home was the Hotel Bouffes d'ete, located in a corner of the Court of Fontaine.
The place was home to many orphans who shared similar experiences with him and his sister. The people here helped each other like a family would, greeting the fallout and consequences of those tragic years together.
But the siblings, even with a recommendation from the manager of the Hotel, did not find it all that easy to fit in, nor was it easy for the children there to immediately accept these new "outsiders."
And in this environment, oppressive in its gloom, the water pumping equipment broke while Lynette was using it, right before everyone's eyes, deepening the distrust to the extreme.
Lyney could only step up and take responsibility, agreeing to fix the equipment so as not to affect everyone's daily lives.
In truth, he did not know all that much about repair work, but given Lynette's propensity for damaging various small devices, he had long gotten used to following his intuition to do some fixes here and there.
Unfortunately, he underestimated the complexity of the pumping equipment and difficulty of fixing it. While he succeeded in restoring it to normal operations, he remained at a complete loss as to whether he had solved the root problem or not, he could not tell.
But just as he was at his wit's end, a seemingly reticent young fellow stepped forth, examined, and restored the facilities, even expressing his apologies.
As it turned out, he was the one in charge of maintenance at the Hotel, and as he saw it, Lynette had been the unfortunate victim of his failure to detect and replace the aging components in the system in a timely manner.
Lyney, for his part, was far more impressed by the young fellow's skills than any talk of responsibility. He wanted to learn from the youth — if nothing else, this would make helping Lynette all the easier.
The youth was, for his part, no good at refusing, and thus did Lyney become his assistant in the Hotel's small workroom — and over time, he and this Freminet would become friends.
Lyney would prove unselfish in spending time on other Hotel residents, whether it be Freminet or others, but he would keep them company in comforting silence rather than ask them about their experiences.
In this he was guided by Lynette's succinct life advice: "No one needs self-satisfied concern."
In time, the residents became more willing to share some of their pasts with him, and Lyney would thus become better able to help them with their issues.
Freminet was somewhat perplexed by this, believing that Lyney, who was slowly becoming the core around which the Hotel spun, did not need to go this far.
Lyney joked that he had helped Freminet when they first met because he knew that his sister would cause further machine-related troubles down the line, and he was uncomfortable with that.
But at this point, there was no fooling Freminet with such words. Under his attentive gaze, Lyney could only tell him the truth.
"Because Lynette's my one and only family, I've learned from her how one should treat all members of their family."
Friendship level 4.
On the Hotel Bouffes d'ete's Founding Day, all the children were abustle, draping festive colors all over the place.
To the residents, outside festivals and events were cold and emotionless things, foreign elements in their lives, and only this dwelling could bring them true warmth.
Everyone worked in concert to execute Lyney's plan. Lynette had purchased large amounts of festive ornaments, and together with the other children, she strung up colored streamers and hung handwritten festive greetings.
Freminet was ensuring that the magical props would operate properly — Lyney had faith in his craftsmanship, so much so that Freminet was completely entrusted with all the magic props this time.
Lyney himself was the busiest of all — not only did he have to ascertain everyone's progress, but he was also laying the final groundwork for a grand, unique magic trick in secret.
And thus was the banquet successfully held with everyone's support. The children danced to the joyous music playing from the grand hall's phonograph and enjoyed delicious food — this was the birthday of no one in particular, but this was the day they all felt they had gained new lives.
The finale, of course, was Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet's Founding Day magic show. The magic box was at the center of the room, and all waited with bated breath.
To preserve the secret behind the magic trick, even Lynette and Freminet knew not what was within. But as the room darkened and all eyes turned to Lyney, standing as he was in front of the box, even the highly-experienced magician showed some rare signs of trepidation.
"Now, you might consider the following words an exaggeration, but the "present" I am about to present to you all is, without doubt, the most important one we have received in our lives."
The paper firecrackers burst, and the once-empty box suddenly opened by itself. The crowd cheered, amazed — then fell suddenly into stunned silence.
What stood onstage was no present — nay, this was the Hotel's manager, its owner, and their "Father."
Her image was one of unsmiling dignity, and thus, though she did not come by often, no one dared to horse around whenever she was around.
Surely, Lyney had gone completely mad to have her make her appearance in such a frivolous way.
Yet, upon seeing the crowd's reaction, "Father" did not snap at anyone, opining merely that Lyney had kept this secret perfectly, just as a magic show should, declaring it worthy of praise.
That night, the children and their "Father" delighted in the various desserts together, and she personally sliced a serving of cake for each of them, which she herself enjoyed some of as well.
Perhaps the most amazing aspect of Lyney's Founding Day magic show was its ability to have even "Father" lay down her heavy burden and enjoy a brief moment of familial love.
Friendship level 5.
Magic and secrets piled up at Lyney's feet, growing ever taller like a tower. Gazing down from the top at the people as they passed by in the world below, Lyney knew there was no going back.
Both the dazzling sleights of hand and the missions he would come to receive from Hotel Bouffes d'ete had made a habitual liar out of him.
And while lies could sometimes be useful for seizing an advantage, they were more often employed to keep more people from being dragged into trouble.
Lyney knew very well that once trust had collapsed, the scales of judgment would no longer remain impartial, and even noble goals would become twisted and thought of as evil.
As such, not revealing more than was absolutely necessary was prudent when working with others. More often than not, this makes things go more smoothly, with everyone getting the results they want.
But lies will not simply scatter on the wind, and Lyney must maintain this illusion with utmost care, all the while keeping his distance from those affected.
As so the tower extended towards the skies, until there would be no one to take his hand if he reached out, and even their visages blurred in his eyes.
Falsehood was Lyney's constant and only companion on the path that he walked, and this road was long and lonely — this he was always clear-minded about.
Everyone knew the brilliant "Great Magician Lyney," but they loved only the mystery, the romance, the unattainable nature. They knew no love for the heart that lay deeper within.
He felt he had no right to pour out his mind to others, and yet he must carry on with gritted teeth, for the price of a fall from such heights was more than he could bear.
Having played too many parts, even Lyney would sometimes find himself questioning who "he" really was.
His dreams often took him back to the tower, where his resting place at the pinnacle vantage would grow smaller and smaller, and with the fog of death they called "betrayal" extending all around, there was nowhere for him to go.
But just before he could plummet, a hand grabbed onto him — and from it, he felt a familiar warmth that drew his soul back into his body, steadying "him" within himself once more.
"Thank you, Lynette..."
The awakening youth mumbled to himself.
Friendship level 6.
While Hotel Bouffes d'ete's operations in Fontaine work toward a just cause, its methods can often be radical. Only the influence of "Father" and her control over the inner workings of the Court of Fontaine prevent any serious incidents from occurring.
There was once an official funded by Lyney who served in the Maison Gardiennage. This person provided both intel in support of the Hotel's operations and scrubbed clean the effects of some of the Hotel's clandestine actions.
These were actions that came with no small risk, but the official always performed them well, for he believed that the Fontaine of the present day needed someone like "Father" who could bypass the many layers of laws and regulations and take direct action.
Lyney once joked to him: "I'll be there if you ever need help, and if you're in danger, I'll come to rescue you... Well, don't expect too much of that last bit. Just stay on guard, alright?"
The official knew that this was Lyney's way of expressing concern, of course. Yet even words spoken in jest could prove prophetic later, and so they did — this official's deeds were eventually discovered, and on the brink of capture, he used an emergency communication device to send a message to Lyney.
Upon discovering the device, the Gardes who arrived at the scene mocked the official's naivete, claiming that the signal sent merely informed his compatriots to save themselves — no one would be stupid enough to try to save him.
The official's reply was also quite simple — even such an ending would have been fine for him, for he did not believe that his prior cooperation was the wrong decision.
But just as the Gardes were about to arrest the official, thick smoke began billowing forth from dispensers pre-planted nearby, and the official caught sight of a brilliant blaze—
The next moment, he was in the drink in the Fleuve Cendre, and was rescued by Freminet.
It was said that the Gardes spent a great deal of time chasing after the skyborne flame-trail, believing that the criminal must have used some flying machine to flee the scene, only to discover later naught but wood dressed in clothes, affixed to a glider.
In truth, Lyney had earlier used this device to draw the Gardes' attention away before getting the official out of his predicament.
The official admitted that he had not had high hopes when pressing the device. Magicians were untrustworthy, after all — but still, he had chosen to gamble on that tiny chance.
"Haha. Well, it is indeed a gamble to place your trust in others."
"But don't worry. Magicians might be full of hot air, but we will never betray the expectations of our audience."
Friendship level 4: Rosseland.
There is a special entity amongst the cats adopted by Lyney and Lynette, and its name is "Rosseland."
Every cat in the Hotel has its own territory, but Rosseland has a special affinity for Lyney's hat.
A hat is a magician's most important prop, and each time Lyney must use it, he must first chase Rosseland out — a difficult affair when its displeased meows in response are so heartrending, especially to siblings like Lyney and Lynette, who themselves once struggled to find a home.
Thus the siblings began their search for a replacement, only to be met by refusal each time, no matter how lovely the new home — indeed, Rosseland would not even give them a second glance.
Lyney even specially commissioned an identical hat, thinking that this might put an end to the cat's choosiness, only for Rosseland to lay claim that new hat also, becoming aggrieved no matter which was whisked away.
But this was no feline tyranny. Indeed, Rosseland's requests were not terribly excessive. After much thought, Lyney eventually came up with a solution — to incorporate the cat into his magic shows.
He and Lynette constructed a little puppet inside the hat that would normally serve as Rosseland's cushion. During performances, Rosseland would burrow inside the puppet, causing it to jink this way and that in a mischievous and adorable manner.
And as it turned out, Rosseland was not at all shy — indeed, it greatly enjoyed its new job. Perhaps the spotlight brought it much enjoyment indeed, for it would never prove quite so predisposed to exclusive ownership again, even when it had to temporarily leave its nest when off-stage.
During one of his shows, Lyney once made a rare error, having left a card he needed to produce on-stage backstage.
With all eyes on him, he had mere seconds to think of a way to save the situation while maintaining his easy-going demeanor.
But to his surprise, there was an unexpected weight in his hovering hat — it should have been empty, but Rosseland had somehow found its way inside.
Out came the puppet, and out with it came the card Lyney had needed, to the instantaneous applause of all. Lyney heaved a sigh of relief, but he was also quite shocked, in truth.
Some thought was put into this matter — but Lyney could only conclude that Rosseland had, influenced by the twins as it was, also mastered the art of the magical performance somehow.
Friendship level 6: vision.
After Lynette gained the favor of the gods, the missions she had to undertake grew more dangerous and difficult.
Only Vision-wielders like Lynette could fulfill the most dangerous missions while remaining completely anonymous, and the twins began to operate separately more often as a result.
Lyney found himself unable to adapt to this. Not only had the siblings been together since childhood, but he knew that he was not the only one who felt disturbed by this split.
He still desired to be beside her, lending her all the help he could — this was his non-negotiable desire.
Knowing his desire for power was no longer pure, Lyney concluded that he had become undeserving of divine favor. Yet he still desired a means to bridge the vast gulf in strength between him and his sister, which he did not possess. Unless...
To this end, he solemnly sought out "Father," expressing his belief that he needed the mysterious and perilous might of a Delusion to operate alongside his sister.
"Father" was silent for a long while, till at last two slanted crosses pinned him in place with a wrath rarely shown to the children of the Hotel, her gaze seeming to pierce his very soul.
"And would Lynette want you to do this?"
Her simple yet powerful question cut through the strings that bound his heart, and in a daze, his sister's words once more reverberated in his ears.
"No one needs self-satisfied concern."
Lyney did not need to ask his sister to know that she would never accept his desire to stay by her side with the use of a Delusion. It was only then that he realized the absurdity of his wish.
"Father" stood up and left, but not before reminding him that this was not the first time he had lacked power, but that he had found an answer before.
Lyney would lock himself in his room, trying to digest the reasoning behind the words "Father" had left him with. When he and his sister had been out on the streets, the answer he had found then had been "magic." What, then, would the answer be now?
Lyney found the dossiers for all the missions Lynette had taken up during this period, carefully analyzing the process of each one and modeling his sister's every action.
Was it really necessary to pass through this dangerous valley to get close to a target?
Was it really a must to leap into such a swift river to flee the scene?
No, this was just the Vision's light covering her.
Thus did Lyney start to make comprehensive plans for his sister's missions, using his understanding of her to design the most suitable routes, make the most practical tools, and choose the best rendezvous points.
The pure desire to protect one's family would not be moved, gods' favor or no.
But even the best laid plans of mice and men may go awry. After conducting dozens of successful missions, the children of the Hotel were caught up in a betrayal, and as a result, Lynette's movements were exposed.
Before the siblings was a towering cliff, just like the night when Lynette had gained her Vision — but this time, it was Lyney's turn to reverse their fortunes in a moment of crisis.
He opened his emergency paraglider, and grabbing her, threw himself off the edge. But their pursuers followed, raining gunfire down on them.
Lyney twisted this way and that, avoiding many a shot, but still the glider was punctured in several spots. Unable to maintain balance, they began to plummet downward towards the embrace of the ground below.
Still, Lyney grit his teeth and refused to despair — should fate itself conspire to refute the answer he had come up with to protect his family, he would defy it to the end.
Their pursuers began to snicker, knowing that a fall at such speeds would be fatal — only to have a flame light up the skies, pushing the stricken glider toward a fast-flowing river nearby.
The power of Pyro changed the direction of their fall, while Anemo defended them from harm — and thus did the twin lights intertwine and spread under the moonlight, fading slowly like the applause that fills the stage during a curtain call.
Lyney did not guess at the meaning of the shining Vision he saw in his hand. The answer was, after all, no longer important.
Apple juice and Bandages. Soukoku fluff fanfic. This one is simply fluff, maybe ooc or not, I'm going to try to make their relationship accurate, if not, I'm sorry beforehand.
Trigger Warnings: mentions of drinking blood, skin cutting. Overall, fluff.
Soukoku! Vampire Chuuya Nakahara x Dazai Osamu. And the summary is: Chuuya is a vampire that likes to drink apple juice and Dazai it's just hanging out with him, trying to annoy him, as usual, but Chuuya and him have a surprisingly easeful moment until Dazai has a stupid idea that Chuuya isn't a big fan of.
Notes — By the way, even though Chuuya is a vampire, he won't burn to ashes when it's daylight, just to make sure you all understand. Also, this is like, not fake vampire fangs like Chuuya had in the Meursault, he has like real vampire fangs here.
Just one day, a day that was approaching night, but the sun continued to shine, illuminating the redhead's pale face. The birds sang as they rested on the branches of the weak trees, sharing a romantic and friendly moment as the night approached with the passing of the hours.
The two of them, walking in a pleasant silence, surrounded by Heathers and Amaryllis, flowers that managed to give the place a sufficiently calm atmosphere to be hanging around. The tranquility of the place gave them an unusual moment in their relationship in general, since normally Dazai always found one way or another to make the shorter one angry.
A wave of thoughts unites them, since each one, in the silence, wonders the same thing, why out of nowhere they are no longer arguing as usual. In any case, they were not going to deny that this moment was not pleasant, although it was difficult for them to accept that their presence made them be in a calm state, although only in moments as bizarre as this one.
"Hey, why are we so quiet out of nowhere? This is painfully unusual," the redhead decides to speak first, glancing sideways at Dazai.
"You ask me as if I knew..." the companion pauses, an exaggerated sigh leaving his lips. "You're probably just afraid of me, which is why you didn't want to talk the whole way."
A challenging but annoyed expression is present on Chuuya's face, who does not hesitate to respond: "What would I be afraid of anyway? Because nothing scares me about you, you're just a weakling, even if you can nullify my ability, still you aren't going to be able to defeat me so easily hand to hand."
Once again, an argument catches fire, and with each word more fuel is added to the fire.
Dazai shrugs, "Maybe, but you know damn well you can't kill me, you'd at least hurt me, but you'd never murder me."
"Are you becoming sentimental out of nowhere? Come on, please, don't make me consider killing you right now," Chuuya responds, although his eyes give it away, his irises give him away that he's not actually capable of killing him, and that's because of the strong bond that they have created over the years, which has not been seen on the outside, within them, the two of them know very well that they are one soul in the body of two.
A light smile appears on the brown-haired man's lips. His movements are carefree, not caring that his partner is not only a vampire, but also a human, within him he has a human, and although Chuuya still has a hard time calling himself one, Dazai will do everything in his power to do so, to make him reconsider he is a human being.
"You're not hungry?" Dazai changes the subject, ignoring the redhead's scowl. "There are some apples over here."
Soon, the shorter one's face becomes a little softer, and avoiding meeting his eyes, he says, "Since you say it, I could use some energy."
Immersed in a brief silence, Dazai deviates from the initial path and while Chuuya waited a few steps for him to return, Dazai had strangely offered to go himself and pick an apple from a tree and take the trouble to clean it with his clothes, before handing it to Chuuya,
"Here, take it."
"I hope you didn't poison it or something," he looks before gently circling the apple with his fingers, knowing how easily they can be damaged by pressure.
"I'm not the Evil Queen, you know? I'm not going to poison an apple to kill you, it's a boring death," he rolls his eyes and smiles playfully, his look dulcet but unnoticeable to the shorter boy.
Trying to trust the brunette's words, Chuuya sighs before taking a small bite just to taste the flavor, before finally sinking in his two fangs and beginning to drink the juice until it is dry and completely lifeless.
"See? It's good, I told you it's not poisoned," he smiles, and Chuuya raises an eyebrow, tossing the apple away.
"Are you stupid? Poison doesn't always act instantly, it can take a few minutes," Chuuya replies, wiping away the apple juice that ran down his chin. "You know, give me another apple."
"I told you you'd like it, Chuuya," Dazai puts his hand on Chuuya's shoulder, who immediately removes his hand. Without further ado, this time Chuuya follows the brunette towards the tree, and upon observing it he realizes that he won't be able to grab one. Another reason to be embarassed and be the next reason for Dazai to make fun of you. "Look, there are several, tell me which one you want and I'll give it to you."
"That one," he points.
"Okay," he replied, raising his hand to take the one the redhead pointed out to him. It was an ordinary apple, but he supposes that it is because of the color, it was green, standing out a little among the red ones. Dazai hands it to Chuuya, but not before making sure Chuuya sees him clean it with his clothes like he already did with the previous one.
"Thank you," Chuuya says in a calm voice, very unlike of him. With a plunge of his fangs into the apple, he begins to devour the juice in anticipation, the juice drains from the apple, rolling down his chin until it is left like the previous one, dark in color and dry. He throws it back to where the previous one was.
"Just look at you, your mouth is going to be sticky from the juices," he laughs softly before reaching into his pocket for some wet wipes so the redhead can clean himself up. "Here, so you can get the stickiness off your horrible face," he hands a wet wipes to his partner.
"My face? I'm sure my hygiene is better than yours," rolling his eyes, he wipes his chin with the refreshing wipes that smell like lavender and a few hints of fruit.
"You're so mean," he sighs.
When he finishes cleaning himself, he looks around for a trash can. Dazai notices this, since well, it wasn't a very clever move on Chuuya's part, who wasn't even trying to hide it, he just wanted to find a container to throw the wet wipe away.
"Chibi, are you telling me that you're going to throw the wet wipe in the trash but not the apples in the trash?" he gasps.
"Do you know how to use your mind or are you being stupid?" pauses. "It is an organic food, it is going to decompose at some point and some animal or weird bug will take advantage of it and eat it. And look, there's a trash can."
Chuuya goes to the trash and throws the wet wipe inside, making a disgusted face when he smells the malodorous that was there, immediately stepping back with a sound of disgust. "You know, we should leave now and be on our way..."
Dazai approached from behind, who with a smile affirmed with a "Yeah, sure" before walking again, although Dazai had a more unexpected destination to take Chuuya.
The light simply gave the impression that a dawn was approaching that was already noticeable, clouds with orange and yellowish tones, it looked like orange marmalade and the combination of colors of apples.
The brunette's hand timidly approaches the redhead's, and when he tries to grab it he is struck down by Chuuya's gaze, who manages to stab him with just one look, and with a little nervousness, he looks to the side to hide his face. He slowly blushed a light pink.
"You know, if you wanted to hold my hand, you could ask me, not just take it out of the blue," Chuuya says, sighing lightly.
"...I-I'm sorry," he says softly, clearing his throat softly before turning to look at him, still unsure if his blush could be seen by him or not. "You know me, Chuuya, that's how I... I am—!"
"Look at you, all blushed," Chuuya smirks, with a teasing undertone. "How adorable."
Before Dazai feels the heat rise to his cheeks again, with a pout he responds,
"Hey! Stop making me feel like that, okay?... I don't even know why I act like that out of nowhere," he finishes his sentence with a sigh. "You are very mean, slug..."
For the first time all day a small amused laugh is heard coming out of the vampire's mouth, wiping away the small tears that had just accumulated in the corners of his eyes, he smiles warmly and finally intertwines his fingers with Dazai's, leaving him silent. Likewise, Osamu didn't say anything else, he didn't want to sound too weak against Chuuya's touch.
"You know what? Let's rest there," Dazai adds, looking at Chuuya, but seeing that he is confused, he points his finger at the place. "There."
"Why? Are you tired already?" A mischievous grin remains on Chuuya's face as he lets himself be guided by Dazai, who directs him towards a large tree, in the shade more precisely.
"Maybe..." he shrugs, quickening his pace until he gets there and after watching the leaves move slowly in the small breeze, he carefully sits down on the grass, making sure not to sit somewhere dirty. "Now sit down and stop asking."
Rolling his eyes, Chuuya sits next to him, with a small smile that, although it stopped being so mocking, still looked warm like the sunrise. When he spoke, he could see his fangs, which Dazai found adorable, so adorable that he even had stupid fantasies that if Chuuya could bite him and drink his blood like the vampires from those movies.
"Chuuya," he says.
"What now, mackerel?"
"Do you think you could drink my blood?" An unexpected question and said so naturally that the redhead's eyes widen.
"I think you've gone crazy," he says immediately. "I would rather drink the blood of three decomposing bodies than drink your blood."
"But then Chuuya will get sick," he says with a puppy-dog expression. "After all, you are a vampire, you still need human blood even if you drink apple juice."
"True, but not yours."
Although Dazai didn't care what his partner said, with a sigh and pressing his lips into a firm line, he stretched the cloth around his neck to make it more convenient for the redhead to suck his blood.
"So aside from the fact that you want me to drink your blood... You also want me to bite your neck to do so?" with a grimace he responds. "I will do no such thing, not even in your dreams."
"If it's not my neck," he stops stretching the fabric, "then you can bite my palm."
"Why are you so excited and so insistent about it anyway?"
"I can read you, Chuuya. It's obvious that you need human blood, just look at you, you haven't drank human blood in two days," Dazai muses, making Chuuya reconsider.
A brief silence takes center stage, and Chuuya thinks for a few moments about Dazai's offer. It's true that he's been weakened slightly by not being able to drink a human's blood, but he hates having to simply bite someone innocent. With a small sigh, he nods.
"Fine, but I don't like the idea, asshole," he frowns.
Dazai smiles in response, "Good then."
Reaching into his pocket, he grabs a small, black-handled knife. Chuuya's eyes widen, confused.
"Wait, what the hell are you implying?" Although Chuuya has told him to wait, the brunette pays no attention and slides the open pocket knife across the skin his palm. "Dazai, you idiot, wait, don't—!"
"Chuuya," he stops the redhead from intervening, and with an indifferent expression, he lets out an instinctive hiss as he sinks the pocket knife a little deeper before putting it back in his pocket. "I know you don't like to bite...so I did you a favor and took out the blood. Now shut up and drink before it falls down."
With a sudden movement, he grabs Chuuya's arm with his good hand and forces him to lean on his hand to drink the blood. With a grunt, Chuuya gently takes the brunette's bleeding hand and holds it gently, swallowing the blood that was beginning to slip.
"You're such an idiot sometimes..." he says in a muffled voice, caused by his mouth pressed into his palm.
Dazai grunts softly, "W-well... What can I say, It was neccesary."
Without getting a response from the redhead, he closes his eyes so as not to focus on the sharp pain, but still, it stings. With a shaky sigh, using his other hand, the one he grabbed Chuuya's arm with earlier, he places his hand on Chuuya's head, beginning to gently caress it.
Although Chuuya complains, Dazai only smiles weakly as Chuuya sucks the brunette's blood down his throat eagerly. The redhead did not expect that his partner's blood would have a sweet taste, similar to the nectar of an apple.
"I told you you'd like it, shorty..." Dazai mutters.
"Shut up... Let me clean your wound. How deep have you stuck the knife in, you idiot?" He slurred his words out.
"Enough to feed your empty stomach..." he replied.
With a small grunt, displeased by the action the brunette did, and by the physical contact he was applying to him, he simply continued swallowing the blood, with a tad of guilt building up inside him.
Once Chuuya felt that he had been full, he stopped devouring the scarlet liquid and licked the area about twice before separating, licking his lips after having tasted such a delicacy. Looking at Dazai's hand, he understands that it will need to be covered by another pair of bandages so that it doesn't get infected, so it's Chuuya's turn to have something to help his partner, and that's what he does, taking it out of his jacket pocket, a roll of bandages that do not stick to the skin and start unrolling it.
Dazai seems confused.
"Oh, seems like Chuuya has got bandages to heal me, how cute," he dulcetly says, and Chuuya in the meanwhile, starts to warp the bandages around Dazai's hand. "Why do you have these in your pocket?"
"I've got used to deal with your... wounds," his voice drops, a soft and concerned tone from him. "You know."
Upon noticing the redhead's expression, he does not hesitate to caress his cheek, delicately as if it were porcelain, being careful not to break it. "Aww... Do I really worry you? I'm sorry, chibi."
"Not the best time for jokes, Dazai," he states, finishing bandaging his partner, with tired eyelids. After taking his blood, he felt the need to rest for a while.
"Alright, alright, I'll shut up," he chuckles.
With the sun setting, the orange colors of the sky having darkened, Chuuya knew that it was already late, and that they should return, but he couldn't stay awake for much longer. With a yawn, he drops Dazai's now bandaged hand and rubs his eyes with his hand before collapsing into Dazai's lap.
"Would you look at that, the shorty has fallen asleep," he smiles. His hand rests on Chuuya's head, and he feels that his eyelids also feel heavy, perhaps the fact that a vampire, his companion, drank his blood has also weakened him considerably.
Before falling asleep next to Chuuya, he murmurs some words that seem like something affectionate, but since his words were almost not understood, it remains an affectionate mystery.
They both fall asleep, in the warmth of their bodies.
Notes. Now, you might ask yourself, what the fuck I was on while writing a vampire drinking apple juice and not blood... Well, you guys know Fluttershy from mlp, right? Well, the episode where Fluttershy becomes a vampire and drinks the juice of the apple, yeah. That was my inspiration to do this silly oneshot.
Listen, guys, yall, family. I found the most SILLY, FUN AND ADORABLE SOUKOKU fanfic on Ao3. I'm totally making yall read it, at the moment, the last published chapter was yersterday 2024/04/4, so it's possible that the chapter 8 will come out these weeks.
The thing, I really hope you guys will enjoy this Ao3 fanfic, 'cause I'm smiling like crazy without reasons while I read it.
be quite and drive (far away) by caramel_sause
Read it, really, please. It's a masterpiece. Yall don't understand I'm in love with it.
