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(A/N 1, im american so i’ll prolly get alot of british slang wrong, or just call stuff by what americans say) ( A/N 2, this is kinda an au where Sirius doesn't move in with James and is stuck with the Black family. I had a lot of trouble figuring out what family to put the reader in that would fit my plot and I just ended up putting you in the nott family. I guess if you really wanna think about it (pls don't think too hard about it), your brother is the father of theo nott?)
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Warnings: definitely angsty but with some sprinkles of fluff, lots of mentions of abuse (nothing graphic is shown, it's just described to have happened a lot in the past), this is an arranged marriage trope but not enemies to lovers trope, lots of misogyny (lately i've been feeling angry at the world and it's views of women so here is me trying to comfort myself. Sirius black is a woman lover fr). let me know if there is anything else i need to tag cuz this is my most serious fic yet
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Sirius Black. A name that's known by the majority of the Hogwarts population. And a face that is known (maybe a little too personally) by many wizards and witches at Hogwarts. But not to you.
You've only ever heard about the notorious Sirius black and the gang of hooligans called the Marauders. You've never got to meet any of them personally. You occasionally would see some of them around, but never Sirius. As a Slytherin, you often ran into his brother, Regulus, but you've never really talked to him either, only ever exchanging pleasantries.
It was actually kind of surprising that you've never talked to the Blacks before. You both came from pure blood, supremacist families and both you and Sirius were known to be a bit rebellious against your families (or just rebellious in general).
But none of that matters, when your parents force you to come home for the holidays and basically shatter your resolve.
At Hogwarts, away from the prying eyes of your family, you were most like yourself. Rebellious, outgoing, funny, and even kind. But under the roof of your family's expensive manor, you were nothing more than a quiet, obedient little girl, who's value was determined by whichever man was in charge of her. The perfect, pureblood daughter.
Just as your mother was and is, you are basically a slave to your own blood, specifically your brother and father. And as soon as you're married (arranged to a pure blood. no doubt, without your consent) you'll have to be an obedient little wife for your husband.
The perfect, doting, obedient, docile, pureblood wife. It was all a load of rubbish, you thought, but you would keep the facade up in order to keep the abuse at bay. You learned pretty early on that speaking up for yourself and speaking out of turn was not going to be tolerated.
You were silently eating dinner with your family. Your father and brother were quietly speaking about matters that even if you and your mother cared, neither of you would be allowed an opinion on.
“Honey, we’ll be having important guests for tomorrow's dinner. So make sure you look your absolute best,” your mother spoke to you. She gave you a sympathetic smile knowing the “show” you both would have to put on in front of guests.
“Okay. Am I allowed to know who these guests are?” you swallowed down your food. You were filled with nerves, thinking about what kind of important guests you were going to have.
Your mother bent down closer to your ear, “I’m not supposed to be telling you this-” she shot a quick look to your father to make sure he wasn’t listening, “but it’s the Black family. I’m not sure why they are coming. All I know is that it’s important business with one of their sons.”
You put your fork down on your plate, placing your hands down on your lap in front of you. You let your thoughts wander and only grew more worried. What kind of important business did one of the Black brothers have with your family? To help a little with your nerves, your mother placed a comforting hand on yours before going back to her meal.
The rest of your night was uneventful after that, until you went to bed. You stayed awake for longer than you should have, your mind way too loud to allow you to sleep. You ran through a list in your mind about the millions of different “important business” that the Black family could have with yours. But none of it made sense why they would eat dinner with us. Usually important business was settled in your father’s study, as it was improper for the ladies to be present.
Eventually, you were able to fall asleep and then the next day would start. You woke up late, which was extremely unappreciated by your brother, who was expecting his morning coffee like usual. You were promptly punished, not only by being woken up by him screaming at you, but also with a beating.
You spent the rest of the day trying to find an appropriate outfit for the dinner that would cover the red marks and newly forming bruises on your arms. Your mother lessened the pain of the marks a little during the day but there wasn’t much else that you could do.
Sometimes when you both sat and drank tea, you would often dream together about running away from all of this. The blood supremacy, controlling men, and just downright evil families. But those thoughts and dreams were quickly quelled when the sound of the men's voices could be heard, calling for the maids- I mean women.
Both you and your mom knew, these were only dreams. It was impossible for purebloods to leave the life that they were born into.
You and your mother waited in the foyer, waiting for the guests to arrive. Your dress was rubbing against the lashes on your skin, making you scratch your arms in irritation but soon stopped when your mothers hand landed on yours.
“You’ll only make it hurt worse. Plus, you know you can show any discomfort in front of the guests,” she said softly. She was trying her best to sound comforting but it only served to remind you of the show you both are forced to put on and the lives you’re stuck living.
A knock was heard and muscle memory forced wide, fake smiles onto both of your faces. Your mother opened the door and welcomed the Black family, “Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Black. I hope you had safe travels here.”
As soon as they crossed the threshold, you were in front of them offering to take their coats. They handed them to you as Mrs. Black spoke, “Thank you for having us, Mrs. Nott.”
“My daughter will show you to the dining room while I finish up making dinner,” your mother informed before quickly making her way towards the kitchen.
After you finished hanging up Mr. and Mrs. Black’s coats, you finally had the chance to look at the two Black brothers. Being in his house, you immediately recognized Regulus, who gave you a tight smile. You then looked over to who you assumed was Sirius.
He certainly was as attractive as the girls at Hogwarts always seemed to make him seem. But he wouldn’t make eye contact with you. He was looking toward the ground, still keeping his posture ramrod straight. He had the same look and body language as someone who had just been beaten for disobedience. A look you were familiar with.
Before anyone could get angry with you, you spoke up, respectfully, “If you would follow me, please.”
With your head down, you brought the family to the dining room. Your father and brother both stood up to shake hands with the Blacks. You stood behind your seat, waiting for the men to sit down first. Your father and Mr. Black sat down and engaged in conversation. You watched Regulus take the chair next to his father and looked to see where Sirius was. You were surprised to find him right next to you.
You backed up, unsure why he was standing there. Of course, you would give up your seat if he asked you to. But all he did was pull the chair out and motion for you to sit down. You sat down and thanked him as he pushed the chair in, “Thank you, young master Black.”
In the corner of your eye, you saw your father give a nod at your use of the title. Salazar, you sounded like a damned house elf. But that was the proper way you were to address him.
Sirius scrunched his nose at the title but gave you an understanding smile, “You’re welcome.”
He surprised you once more by taking the seat directly next to yours. You kept your mouth shut, knowing it was best to keep your curious thoughts to yourself, but you did shoot him a kind smile.
Dinner started without a hitch, conversation mostly being between Mr. Black and your father, your mother and Mrs. Black conversing a little bit with each other too. You, your brother, and both Black brothers mostly stayed silent and ate the meal.
Throughout the entire dinner, when nobody was looking, you had been rubbing at your irritated arm in discomfort. You don’t know how long Sirius had noticed but he grabbed your hand under the table just as you were going to bring it back up again. He continued to eat his meal with his other hand, looking like he wasn’t holding your hand under the table at the moment.
At your confused glance, he leaned closer to your ear, whispering, “I know what you’re doing. It’s just going to make it hurt more, the more you keep messing with it. Just squeeze my hand instead.”
He went back to eating, glancing around to find that no one noticed him whispering to you. You squeezed his hand a bit hard as you went back to eating too. Instead of wincing or doing anything to show discomfort, all he did was rub his thumb soothingly on yours.
The butterflies Sirius stirred up in you was enough to distract you from your irritating arm for the rest of the dinner.
“Now,” your father started, rubbing his napkin on his mouth and setting it down on the table, (the universal sign for “stop eating and listen to me”). “Mr. Black and I have recently come to an agreement.”
Sirius squeezed your hand in comfort as his father spoke up, “Seeing as Ms. Nott is the same age as my Sirius, we have arranged for the two of you to be married. It will be after the both of you graduate from Hogwarts.”
Those words echoed in your head as you looked up to the two fathers in shock. Your silverware clattered as it fell from your hand onto your plate. You must have been breaking the bones in Sirius’ hand, holding it as tight as you were.
Despite the fact that you knew it was a bad idea, your adrenaline forced you to speak up, “You can’t do that, father. You can’t just force me to marry someone that I just met.”
The tears in your eyes didn’t fall, years of “training” keeping them from falling.
Your brother gave you a harsh glare at your disrespect. Suddenly your father stood up, slamming his hands on the table. Staring straight at you, his commanding voice not loud but still thundering all the same, “I can, and I will. Do not forget your place in this family and this world. You will do as I say until you are married. Then you will be your husband’s to command.”
In a haste, you let go of Sirius’ hand, placing your hands on the table to stand up. Sirius, thinking quickly, kept you from getting up by grabbing your legs under the table. That didn’t stop your mouth from speaking harshly, “I am nobody’s to command or control.”
Before you could say anything more, your father reached across the table and slapped you across the face. You held your cheek in shock. He’s hit you before but never in front of guests. The entire table sat in shocked silence.
You looked down at your lap, willing your tears not to fall. You noticed Sirius’ hands clenched in his lap, he looked like he was shaking in anger, but his face had a practiced neutral expression. Regulus’ eyes were wide as he looked at you but had no other reaction at the scene that just transpired. The both of them knew not to speak up.
Your brother had a satisfied smirk on his face. You could just hear the thoughts in his head right now. Thank Salazar, someone put her in her place, his face screamed.
Your father sat down and looked towards Mr. Black, “I’m sorry for my daughter’s behavior. I hope you can forgive me for her impudence.”
Mr. Black simply waved his hand in dismissal, “It’s alright. I understand how women are.”
Picking up his whiskey glass, your father sighed, “It’s a shame we can’t put off the marriage to fix her. Maybe your son will be able to crack her.”
Mr. Black took a swig of his whiskey too, “We can only hope. If not, I can think of a curse that surely helped to fix up my Sirius.”
Sirius tensed up next to you. Your father had never used the Cruciatus Curse on you, but it was clear what Mr. Black was referring to and your father seemed to quite enjoy the idea. The two men simply laughed as if that curse wasn’t named an Unforgivable Curse. They laughed, as if your pain was nothing more than entertainment to them.
The dinner went back to normal for the two men and your brother, not noticing the tension felt between the rest of the group. This time, you grabbed Sirius’ hand under the table and rubbed it soothingly. He let out a shaky breath and squeezed your hand.
Losing your appetite, you spent the rest of the meal sitting in silence, holding hands with Sirius. Your thoughts ran completely wild. You were going to be married to him, for the rest of your life, and you had only spoken once. You didn’t even speak. He whispered to you and you listened. Thinking more about it, there are worse boys that you could have been forced to marry.
At Hogwarts, Sirius was known for being rebellious and against his family's traits and values. Salazar, the boy was sorted into Gryffindor, the opposite of his entire family. But what if that was just in the public eye. You didn’t know anything about Sirius except for what you’ve heard from others. For all you knew, the moment you and he were alone, he would revert back to his family’s pureblood values and abuse you just as most pureblood husbands did to their wives.
No, you quickly thought, stop it. You tried to think about the entire situation with a rational head. Throughout the entire dinner, he did nothing harsh towards you. He offered comfort when your arm was bothering you. He kept you from standing when you argued with your father (who knows how much worse the situation could have escalated if you actually, physically stood up to him). He did his best to offer you comfort without your families knowing it.
He’s not an abuser, you rationalized with yourself. You felt the way he tensed up at the mention of the Cruciatus Curse. He would not be like your father or your brother.
After dinner, you were sent straight up to your room. Before you were separated, Sirius softly spoke to you, “Don’t worry, darling.”
His smile reassured you by a fraction, as you got ready for bed. Maybe all of it won’t be so bad.
You didn’t see Sirius, or his family, at all the rest of the holidays. The next time you did see him was on the train back to Hogwarts. You were simply looking for an empty carriage to settle in, when you noticed Sirius coming towards you.
He grabbed your suitcase and brought it to what you presumed was the carriage he was going to be in. You simply followed him, shrinking under the glare that some of his fangirls were throwing your way.
Once the door was shut and you were alone, he finally spoke up, “So, how are you?”
You sat in the seat opposite of him. You were unsure how to proceed, so you took the safe option and responded, “I’m fine, master Black.”
He opened his mouth in shock, before quickly wiping the look from his face, he basically pleaded, “Please don’t call me that.”
“But-” you went to protest, but he cut you off.
“At least, don’t call me that when we aren’t near our families,” he dismissed what you were going to say. All you could do was stare at him. It really did seem he wasn’t like his family.
Growing embarrassed under your stare, he shyly spoke back up, “I hope you know that you can act like you normally do when you’re around me.”
You looked away from him, face flushing, “This is how I normally act.”
He leveled you with a look, “We both know that’s not true. I don’t know you well but I’m sure you have a number of choice words to call me.”
Seeing the amused smirk on his face, your facade broke. You slightly smirked right back at him, “I don’t have any words to call you… Our fathers on the other hand…”
Sirius’ smirk turned into an almost awestruck smile. Before he could say anything back at you, a gaggle of boys had burst into the carriage.
“Pads, you’ll never guess who sent me a letter during break,” James Potter excitedly said. He went to sit across from his friend only to just now notice you. You gave him a sweet smile.
“Who’s this?” James asked, sitting next to Sirius and throwing his arm around him.
Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin followed James into the carriage, taking their seats. Everyone gave you curious but welcoming looks.
Sirius gave you a look, which you nodded to.
“Put up a silencing charm. I’ve got a story to tell you,” Sirius replied, causing the boys to perk up.
The next hour or so was spent with Sirius explaining your arranged marriage to his group of friends. You were relatively silent, not yet comfortable talking to his friends. He left out the parts where you were abused and berated but didn’t spare the details of his own abuse. It seemed he was comfortable sharing what he goes through to his friends. And evidently you too, since you were there listening too.
This was how you found out that he knew about the betrothal before you did. Apparently, he found out just moments before going to the dinner. He tried to refuse his father (the same way you had, you noticed) and received a beating for his insubordination. That would explain the look he had when you first saw him.
You cringed a little, hearing that he was hit but he gave you a reassuring smile. His friends were also really kind and sympathetic to the entire situation. No wonder he seemed comfortable sharing his familial trauma with them, they were extremely supportive.
“Can they really do that?” James questioned, from next to Sirius.
You sighed and crossed your arms, “Unfortunately, yes. There isn’t anything that we can do to avoid it.”
Remus looked up thoughtfully, “Is it possible for you guys to run away from your families?”
You thought about it, “Hypothetically, we could run away from our families and the blood supremacy world, but it would be extremely difficult.”
Sirius spoke up, “Trust me, I’ve debated it my entire life. If we ran away from our families, no doubt we would be financially cut off from them.”
You added, “Not only would we have to somehow have enough money for a place to live, but we would also need to find a job, to keep the place to live. And trust me, families like ours have a lot of power in the wizard world. One word from them, and no one would want or be able to hire us.”
Peter muttered, “That’s horrible.”
Sirius sighed and slouched in his seat, “You’re telling me.”
“Thinking about it, Sirius, you need to put your womanizing ways away. A married man shouldn’t be parading around with any woman that gives him attention,” you added with a teasing smirk.
“You make me sound like a cheap whore,” Sirius replied with a pout.
“You’re not?” James was quick to rebuttal, causing you to laugh at the offended face Sirius gave the both of you. It didn’t take long for the entire group of you to dissolve into laughs and giggles.
Sirius smiled at you, teasingly, “Well how about you? I’m sure your long line of lovesick fools will end up sobbing at the news.”
You glared playfully at him, “I don’t know any lovesick fools. I actually swore off dating a long time ago so this doesn’t affect my love life at all.”
Remus looked at you in bewilderment, “Went from swearing off dating straight to marriage.”
“Quite the jump,” you simply offered in reply. “At least I’m stuck with Sirius and not some blood supremacist twat like my brother.”
“That is true,” Remus reasoned. “You could have been forced with someone who actually believes the rubbish their parents feed them.”
You felt comforted by Remus' words, confirming that Sirius wasn’t like both of your families.
The rest of the train ride was spent getting to know each other. It wasn’t hard to become friends with Sirius and his buddies. The longer you spent with them, the more comfortable you became with the idea of becoming Sirius’ wife. Don’t get me wrong. You still didn’t want to be forced to marry someone that you didn’t know or love, but you were comfortable knowing that he felt the exact same way.
Who knows? Maybe you could fall in love with Sirius the same way a plethora of other girls had.
The rest of your seventh year at Hogwarts went alright. It didn’t take long for rumors to spread that you and Sirius were to be married but for the most part, the gossip didn’t bother either of you that much. It’s not like the rumors were false, so what was the point in denying anything.
The only downside was the threats that a multitude of Sirius fangirls made in your direction. Nothing too serious has happened to you yet, but you knew soon enough that it would be too much for the wrong girl. Turns out, that time would come soon enough.
You were eating breakfast in the Great Hall, Regulus sitting across from you. Since he was to be your brother-in-law, the both of you became friends. You would also find out that he wasn’t like his parents either. He just wasn’t as outward of this fact as Sirius was. Watching what Sirius has put up with, he knew that he wasn’t brave enough to rebel and deal with the consequences.
Earlier in the week, a parcel came by owl for you. In it was a Black family heirloom, a wedding ring. You were told that you had to wear it from now on, even though you guys were still only engaged and not married. Of course, you didn’t argue, though.
You sat staring at the ring. On one hand, you hate what it symbolized. It was your own sick image of slave shackles that tied you down. On the other hand, “It really is quite pretty. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought Sirius picked it out just for me.”
Regulus looked up at you as you spoke. He was confused for a moment until he noticed you glancing at the ring on your ring finger. He swallowed his toast and took a sip of his black coffee, “Well… I mean, it is charmed.”
You gave him a confused look, which only made him look back at you even more confused. His eyebrows raised, “You don’t know?”
“Know what?” you questioned. You looked at the ring and tried to think of what kind of charm it could have been.
Regulus smirked back at you, “Well, Mrs. Black-” you glared at him, only making him smile harder at you, “-When the ring was first made for our grandmother's grandmother, or some other old bat, it was put under some kind of spell.
“It was always meant to be an heirloom and it was charmed to always look the way that the husband, the male with Black blood, wanted it to look. Hypothetically, it was supposed to be a symbol of great love because the husband should know what kind of ring their wife would like to wear. But with our family being the kind of family it is, it was mostly only ever worn as a symbol of possession.
“Rarely, did the husbands care enough about their wives to know what kind of ring they would like to wear,” Regulus finished his story. He was giving you an unreadable smile.
You stared back at him, your expression almost as unreadable as his, scoffing at him, “Well most jewelry is going to be pretty.”
“Yeah, but doesn’t that look like the perfect ring for you,” he smoothly replied.
You simply ignored him, finishing your breakfast. You did your best to ignore the fluttering feeling in your chest at the thought that Sirius knew what your perfect ring would look like.
The ring on your finger only served as a reminder to all the girls at Hogwarts that you were to be Sirius’ wife, a fact that was not very well received by the female population. Before you had the ring, the most that would be thrown your way was dirty looks and glares, something you could easily handle. But as more and more people noticed the ring on your finger over the next week, the more serious it became.
You started to receive so much hate mail, that you started to only ever open up letters if they had the official Nott or Black seal. Most of the letters only said foul things to you. Not many people were aware of the arranged part of the marriage, mostly only pureblood Slytherins and Black’s friends knew about that, so a lot of the letters consisted of them berating you and wondering how you got the notorious Sirius Black to fall in love with you (A love potion being the most common guess. Because why would the perfect Sirius Black want to be with a nobody girl like you).
People really are dense these days. How could people possibly jump to any sort of conclusions when no one has ever seen you guys kiss… or even hold hands for that matter. The both of you were friends by now, of course. But that’s it. You guys didn’t just magically fall in love now that you are betrothed.
Well… one of you wasn’t in love. Over the course of getting to know Sirius more for the past few months, feelings did start to stir within you. But you always tried to squash them down as soon as you felt them. Which only made you hurt more.
You were going to get married… without your consent… to a guy that you’ve started to truly care for… despite the fact that he could never care for you the same way. It was all kind of sad, when you really thought about it.
You thought about how you were probably, inadvertently, just a symbol of his slavery to his family and their beliefs. Just as he was inadvertently a symbol of your slavery to your family and their beliefs.
But you were able to look past that. So maybe he would be able to look past it too and see the silver-lining to this whole thing.
Breaking out of your thoughts, you muttered a quicked Incendio at the pile of hate mail in front of you, burning it to ash. Slipping your wand back into your robes, you continued to eat your dinner in relative peace.
If only it could’ve stayed in peace. Two girls, a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff that you didn’t even recognize, sat down on both of your sides. Your confusion was apparent, only widening the smirk on the two girls' faces.
Understanding what was going on, you rolled your eyes, “Do you guys need something?”
“What’s your secret?” the Ravenclaw girl inquired.
You simply continued to eat your food, unaffected by their intimidation. Dryly, you responded, “Whatever could you mean?”
The girls looked at you in disgust, before the Hufflepuff spoke up, “We want to know how you got someone as amazing as Sirius Black to fall for you. I can’t think of anything good about you.”
With another roll of your eyes (if you had a galleon for everytime you rolled your eyes because of these kinds of girls, you would be rich) you cooly replied, “Have you tried, having a personality? I’ve heard it does wonders in making people like you.”
Both girls huffed at your attitude before standing up. The Ravenclaw haughtily informed you, “You better watch your back, Nott. Wouldn’t want anyone to damage Sirius’ goods.”
Using her wand, the Hufflepuff spilled sticky juice all over you, leaving you floundering in shock. You sat for a second seething in anger, only growing more furious as the gross liquid seeped more into your clothes.
By now, most of the great hall was already watching what had happened but at the glare you threw at everyone, people were quick to go back to minding their business.
You got up quickly, making your way out of the Great Hall. You heard footsteps behind you and someone calling your name but you were too blind with rage to bother turning around to find out what they wanted. You had had enough of the girls in this school looking down at you for something that wasn’t any of their business.
You were almost to the girls washroom, when Sirius grabbed ahold of your arm. You quickly whipped around, seething, “What the hell do you want, Black?”
He faltered, unsure how to handle what was happening, “I saw what happened. Are you okay?”
You glared harshly at him, “Do I look okay to you?”
Gobsmacked, he hesitantly replied, “Well, what can I do?”
“Oh gee, Black,” you spit at him. “Maybe you could fix your fanclub who seems to think that I’m Satan incarnate herself.”
Your anger in the moment kept you from thinking rationally, you mocked, “Oh perfect Sirius Black. He’s so hot and amazing. How could a slag like you end up with a man like him?”
Sirius stood, shocked at your outburst but kept silent and let you continue to tear at him, “I’ve heard it all, Black. Your little group of fangirls are so deep into their delusions that they can’t even see that we aren’t in love. The only thing that they are capable of seeing is that I’ll be your wife, consensual or not.
“Those girls don’t even realize the pain it brings me that I’m forced to do this. Those girls don’t see the pain my family has put me in, time and time again. Those girls don’t see the pain they cause me with their vitriolic jealousy,” You finished your rant off, poking at his chest with each sentence. Breathing deeply after explaining how this all made you feel, you watched as he processed everything you said.
He seemed unsure of how to continue, until anger and what looked like insecurity started to cover his face. He moved your hand away (very lightly, you noticed) and started to step towards you as he raised his voice back at you, “Well what do you expect me to do about literally anything about this situation. I’m sorry that having to marry me is the worst thing that ever happened to you.”
“Sirius,” you sighed, regretfully.
But he was quick to continue before you could, “No, you got to tear me out, so now it’s my turn. Trust me, this hurts me too. I know how horrible our families and their rubbish traditions are. You are just as familiar with the abuse as I am, meaning that you know just as well as I do, that there isn’t anything that either of us can do against this.”
He took a step back and a deep, calming breath. He looked at you with an expression that was unreadable, “I wish there was something, anything, that I could do to help us feel less trapped but there’s nothing to do.”
You took a step closer to him, “Nothing about you, is the worst thing to ever happen to me. Really, if anything, you’re the best thing to happen to me. It’s because of you, that I feel less alone.”
At your admission, Sirius let out a breath of relief, as if you just lifted the world off of his shoulders. Was he really that worried about being a burden to you? You spoke up again, “I’m sorry for yelling at you. None of this is your fault and I shouldn’t have let my anger out on you.”
Sirius sighed, muttering the scourgify charm. The sticky juice was instantly cleaned off you and you already felt a little bit better.
Sirius grabbed your hand, holding it in both of his, “It’s alright. I understand what you’re going through. But we can get through this together.”
“You’re right,” you responded with a soft cry. You fell into his chest and softly cried out your frustrations. Sirius stood there, soothing you as best as he could, unwilling to let you out of his embrace.
“How about tonight, you meet me in the astronomy tower? We can do whatever, it doesn’t matter what. We can just hang out and forget about our families for once,” Sirius offered. He still had his arms around you in comfort.
Once your sniffles subsided, you hugged him just a little bit tighter, “That sounds amazing, Sirius.”
(A/N, I was thinking of doing a part 2 if you guys are interested. I was thinking it would be after the marriage but you guys still dance around the feelings you have for eachother. maybe you guys find a way to run away together too. i dont really know, yall let me know what you think)
hello everyone! it looks like the last time I uploaded anything was back in July. Nothing serious happened (my entire family didn't get into a car crash and then had to go into witness protection). literally the only reason that I haven't uploaded anything is just because I've been unmotivated and uninspired. I literally have 14 different drafts (ranging from a 20 word summary to a 3000 word story that i just really have no clue how to end). for the past few months, anytime i had the motivation to write fanfic, which wasn't very often in the first place, I would open one of my drafts to work on it. then completely lose all interest. but during my winter break, I had an idea for a fanfic while watching tv with my family so i started a new fic (i'll upload it today and then link it here in case you wanna read it). basically this long as paragraph was just to let you guys know that i'm okay, just haven't really been motivated to do this hobby that i love
I hope everyone had a good holiday and that may this new year bring more great fanfiction to all of us!!!
love you guys and thank you so much for your support
also check out this song by this small band. i love it so much and since they're small i wanna spread them around
A/N powers based off the candor faction from Divergent, here's the other ones that I am planning on doing
two fics in one day????? prolly never going to happen again, I'm sorry. also, he was just so hard to write for me. I think it's cuz I'm not as attracted to him compared to other characters cough Chuuya cough
please give me recommendations for books to use as abilities or just abilities in general for bsd content
Main Masterlist BSD Masterlist Requests AO3
(1.4k words)
The Port Mafia was the perfect place for someone with your ability. Well the police would probably be better, more legal, but who’s to judge. You weren’t really much of a fighter, more suited for the interrogation room.
Despite growing up in the mafia, you weren’t well liked by many of the members. Your ability made people wary of you. You have a truth telling ability when you touch people which only works when you activate it. You’re washed in a black glow when your ability is activated but that doesn't stop people from not trusting you. People aren’t too fond of their secrets being known and don’t trust you when you say you aren’t using your ability.
As lonely as it can be sometimes, it didn’t really matter all that much to you. The closest thing to a friend that you had was your partner Akutagawa but the relationship that you two shared was a little odd and not necessarily friendly.
The two of you are paired together for missions often being the same age and skill set. Even though you don’t fight, you still know basic self defense techniques so you’re not completely helpless, you still join him for some missions where interrogation is needed immediately rather than brought back to the mafia headquarters for questioning.
Missions where the two of you are paired are pretty much the most interesting things that happen to you. The both of you are determined people who don’t mess around about your jobs, but that doesn’t stop you from pestering the man.
The reason your relationship is so odd is probably because of you. Akutagawa is probably the only person in the Mafia who doesn’t outright hate you or your ability, he’s pretty indifferent. And you take advantage of this, wholeheartedly. You often antagonize him wanting to get any kind of reaction or attention you could from him.
You did admire him and his skills within the mafia and at first it was simply respect for a fellow mafioso as well as respect for someone who didn’t outright hate you. But over time your respect for him grew into something more, not that you would let him or anyone know, it’s a good thing that no one used a truth-telling ability on you. You simply stuck with teasing and slightly annoying him when the time called for it.
The both of you were currently on a job together. Nothing too big, but the information that was needed from your unsuspecting suspect was necessary as soon as possible. You were just glad that fighting shouldn’t be necessary if everything went to plan.
You and Akutagawa were assigned to figure out where a stolen shipment went. You were on your way to the warehouse to question around about it, which is where you and your ability came in.
“Why do you dress like that?” you asked, walking backwards in front of Akutagawa.
“Like what?” he asked, sounding annoyed but still indulging you. He lightly grabbed your arm to stop you from walking into somebody.
“Doesn’t matter, I think you look cool,” you replied, attempting to fluster the man. Of course, you only received an eye roll in response. “You know, I can think of someone else who likes how you look.”
You tried to keep some of the jealousy from seeping into your tone but surely some of it got out. Akutagawa didn’t seem to notice though, as he asks, emotionless, “Is that so?”
“Yup. Higuchi is always talking about you. She’s practically obsessed with you at this point,” you replied. You rolled your own eyes thinking of the girl. She was nice and all, didn’t outwardly hate you, but her obsession with Akutagawa put you on edge.
Getting tired of preventing you from running into people, he turned your shoulders around and forced you to walk next to him, “And why should I care about how my subordinate feels about me?”
He spoke with disinterest but you were extremely curious. Your tone was dispirited, “She’s pretty for starters. She’s also good at her job. You guys could be a good couple.”
Akutagawa abruptly stopped walking, making you look at him in confusion. He stared back at you bewildered, which was probably the most emotion you got out of him that wasn’t obviously negative.
In an instant, his brain seemed to catch up with him and you were stiffly slammed into the closest wall, Akutagawa’s hand on your throat, “Do you ever shut your mouth? My personal life is none of your concern. Now focus on the task at hand.”
Unable to hide the amusement in your voice, you replied, “Are we fighting or flirting right now?”
He gazed back at you, a mix between frustration and confusion, “My hand is literally around your neck.”
His grip tightened, ever so slightly, sending shivers through your whole body. With a smirk, you replied, “That doesn’t answer my question.”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, you couldn’t help but tease him. How else were you supposed to cope with the thick tension that always seemed to linger between you two?
Akutagawa released his hold on your neck, his expression returning to its usual stoic mask but you could still tell how flustered he was. "We have a job to do, y/n. Focus."
You followed after him, chuckling to yourself, “Right, focus.”
The walk to the warehouse was tense, tension palpable but unspoken. Your relationship with Akutagawa was like a constant dance, never quite knowing if you were allies or adversaries.
As you arrived at the warehouse, you took a moment to assess the situation. There were a few workers milling about, unaware of your true purpose there. You turned to Akutagawa, a sly smile on your face.
"Shall we, partner?" you asked, gesturing towards the entrance. Akutagawa only nodded, his gaze focused and determined.
Inside the warehouse, you seamlessly slipped into your role as the interrogator. You approached workers, activating your ability as you made contact. The black glow enveloped you as you extracted the information you needed from each person.
The mission went smoothly, your ability to extract information complementing his intimidation tactics perfectly. It wasn’t long before you guys figured out what was going on and you were able to successfully get all the information that you needed to relay to your boss.
Throughout the mission, you couldn't help but steal glances at Akutagawa, observing the way his eyes narrowed in concentration or the way his voice held a determined intensity. It only deepened your admiration for him and heightened the feelings you had tried to keep hidden.
As the both of you made your way back to headquarters, the exhaustion of the day started to set in. Using your ability always took a toll on you and you have been using it almost non-stop for the past couple of hours.
Silence hung between the two of you as you walked. Exhaustion making you lose your filter, you whispered, “Do you ever wish things were different?”
Akutagawa didn’t make any notion that he had heard you so you looked up from the sidewalk to stare at him. His face was tense and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to reply.
You continued your reverie, “Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong in this world. I question my place in the mafia but then realize that I have nothing else. Hell, I don’t even have friends.”
You were unsure why you were sharing this with Akutagawa but you were also too tired to care.
His fists were clenched and with a low, bitter voice he responded, “We can't change who we are or the world we were born into. We can only navigate it the best we can."
Your heart ached at his words, a new feeling of understanding blossoming between you two. You were both just people, living their lives to the best of their abilities.
Once you were at headquarters, you finally turned to face him before you guys would separate, “I really admire and respect you, Akutagawa. Maybe a little more than coworkers should.”
Your sort of confession hung in the air. He seemed to be shocked before you saw a small smile form on his face.
With an unexpected soft tone of voice, he replied, “Your sentiment is reciprocated.”
You were unable to keep the grin from taking over your face, “So we’re flirting?”
He scoffed, with a tiny smirk, “I don’t know. I feel like you will still find ways to annoy me.”
“It’s okay. We can flirt and fight,” you teased, earning a simple scoff.
You were excited for the possibilities that would reveal themselves, your relationship with Akutagawa taking a turn for the better.
A/N powers based off the abnegation faction from Divergent, here's the other ones that I am planning on doing
please give me recommendations for books to use as abilities or just abilities in general for bsd content
Main Masterlist BSD Masterlist Requests AO3
(3.3k words)
Kindness was something that you seemed to ooze. You never failed to lift the spirits of your coworkers when they were down. Your ability allowed you to work closely with Dr. Yosano which is why you were currently sitting in a crappy office chair in the infirmary, getting pestered by the sadistic doctor.
“You can admit it. It’s okay,” She cooly reminded you for probably the fifth time.
“There is absolutely nothing for me to admit, Akiko,” you replied with yet another eye roll.
She flicked your forehead, making you whine, before getting close to your face, “I won’t judge you, if you admit it. I mean, he’s not my type but to each their own. He’s a bit too much of a hard-ass.”
“He’s not a hard-ass,” you quickly defended. Yosano smirked at your adamance. “He just likes things to be done a certain, more efficient way.”
Kunikida’s absoluteness was something that you admire about him. To be able to have a set of morals and ideals and to stick with it is something not many people can accomplish. But of course he can do it, he can do anything he puts his mind to.
“I’m your best friend. I don’t get why you won’t admit your feelings to me,” she pouted at you in faux displeasure.
You rolled your eyes, exasperated, “”Cause, there’s no point admitting anything to anyone because no matter how much I want, nothing will happen between me and him.”
It wasn’t until you saw Yosano’s smirk that you realized you admitted your feelings to her. She just has this air about her that makes you tell her your secrets without even realizing it.
She gave you a sympathy pat on the back at seeing your pout. “You don’t know that. He could feel the same about you.”
You stood up, “He definitely doesn’t.”
As you walked out of the infirmary, you shot a smirk over your shoulder at her, “Why don’t we talk about your love life next time? Or your lack thereof?”
You could hear Yosano snort as you walked away. Once in the main office, you took a seat on Atsushi’s desk, “How are you today, Atsushi?”
Since he came here, he’s been someone you made sure to look out for. You wanted him to feel welcomed by the agency.
He gave you a smile, “I’m doing good, just a lot of paperwork.”
You gave him a confused look, “How do you have a lot of work to do?”
Atsushi quickly diverted his eyes from yours and shifted to the desk next to his. You immediately understood why he had so much work to do seeing the man relaxing in his desk chair.
“Give me your stack, Atsushi,” you commanded. This wasn’t the first time you had to scold the suicidal maniac for Atsushi. Once the stack of papers were in your hands, you marched around the desks until you were right behind Dazai who had his headphones on.
You dropped the stack right in front of him on his desk and yanked the headphones off of his head, “Now, Dazai, why is it that you’re giving Atsushi all of your work? Are you incapable of doing it yourself? Atsushi is not your little slave to do as you please.”
The disappointed look on your face was enough to make the ex-mafioso cringe before whining, “But I don’t want to do it either.”
Tapping your foot and your hands on your hips, you bent down and scolded, “Well that’s life. Now, if I find out that you’ve given your work to the poor boy again, you’ll be in a world of hurt.”
A little scared, Dazai immediately got to work, grumbling, “Yes, mom.”
You rolled your eyes at the nickname. Satisfied, you offered Atsushi a reassuring smile to which he gave you a relieved smile in return.
Turning to the door, you saw Kunikida walk in with a large stack of papers. You immediately went to help him, taking half of the stack into your own hands.
“Oh, thank you, y/n,” he replied with a soft smile that seemed to only ever be directed at you.
With a blush, you shrugged, “Not a big deal.” The both of you dropped the stack of papers onto his desk to be looked at later on.
You turned around to find Dazai staring at the both of you. He pointed at you, mouthed the word mom. Then pointed at Kunikida and mouthed the word dad. Then took both of his hands and reenacted what you assumed to be an intense make out session between the two.
You rolled your eyes and pointed to him, then pointed to the work on his desk. He silently pouted at you, making you flip him off.
Thankfully, Kunikida was too distracted by the work on his desk to notice the embarrassing interaction between you and Dazai. You sat down at your own desk, the one right next to Kunikida, determined to get some of your own work done.
After a few hours of a quiet office, everyone doing work and you sending pointed looks in Dazai’s direction whenever he threatened to disturb the peace and quiet, Ranpo came strutting in with a lollipop in one hand and his phone in the other.
Disturbing the silence, Ranpo replied to the phone, “Yeah, but I don’t wanna.”
You shot him a look at his lack of manners but he didn’t seem to notice. He just continued talking on the phone.
“Mhm.” Lick of his lollipop as someone speaks to him. “Right.” Another lick, more speaking. “Yeah, I still don’t see how that’s my problem.” A bite out of his lollipop, someone yelling. “The case is solved, my services aren’t needed anymore.”
“Ranpo, give me the phone,” you laid your hand in front of him. He shrugged before handing it to you.
You put the phone to your ear and adopted a kind tone of voice, “Hello, this is Y/n L/n of the Armed Detective Agency. How can we help?”
Dazai giggled at your customer service attitude but shut up when you shot him a final look.
“Oh, thank god. Y/n, it’s Minoura from the police department,” his voice was filled with anxiety but a bit of relief at hearing your voice.
“Oh, Hello Minoura. Is everything alright?” you replied, happily. Both Dazai and Kunikida seemed to perk up at your relaxed, sweet tone of voice. You glanced at them, Kunikida seemed annoyed? And Dazai seemed entertained.
You ignored them to focus on what Minoura was saying, “We need the Agency’s help. Ranpo was able to identify the kidnapper of a case we were working on but now it seems he’s holding the kid hostage. We have surrounded his house but he’s threatening to kill the kid if we don’t let him go.”
“Got it, we’re on our way right now. Keep him talking until we get there,” you urgently replied, hanging up the phone. “Kunikida, I need you. Minoura is handling a hostage situation right now and you’re the perfect man for the job. I’ll come with you in case it goes sideways.”
Kunikida immediately sprung into action, grabbing his notebook, before following you out of the office, “Right.”
The drive there was a little bit tense, thinking of the poor kid who may or may not get to go home tonight. It was all up to you and Kunikida, mostly him. You were just there as a bit of backup in case he got hurt and needed help.
Once near the house and out of the car, Kunikida looked at you tensely, “Please stay behind the cop cars. We can’t have you getting hurt.”
You tried not to think too hard into that statement. Of course he didn’t want you hurt. You were friends and that would be bad. It’s not like he didn’t want you hurt because he cared for you in a special way. He just simply cared because he was a good person. No feelings attached.
Before you got too lost in your thoughts, you offered him a resolute nod, quelling his anxieties. He immediately got to work and walked towards the house with his hands up.
You did your best to not flinch at the sound of a gunshot ringing out. You noticed a chip in the cement near Kunikida’s foot. You shook like a leaf thinking about the man in front of you getting shot, but you had faith in him.
“Who the hell are you?” a gruff voice yelled from the doorway of the house. He was a big man and he had a teary eyed little boy in front of him, gun pointed.
You watched with bated breath as Kunikida negotiated to the best of his abilities with the kidnapper, slowly taking steps closer and closer to the man. You watched as Kunikida, with unimaginable speed, pulled out his ideal notebook and used his ability to create a stun grenade.
The sound of gunshots and fighting was unmistakable, smoke covering the area. You waited with Minoura for the smoke to dissipate and assess the situation. Upon closer look, you found the kidnapper handcuffed to the porch railing, a crying little kid, and Kunikida who was clutching his shoulder, grimacing in pain.
Minoura and a few officers rushed to grab the criminal and the kid, taking care of the rest now that the situation isn’t dire anymore. You made your way to Kunikida, staring at his bleeding shoulder and blood soaked hand, “Are you okay?”
“I’m alright,” he groaned out.
There were a few options; take him back to the ADA for Dr. Yosano’s treatment, let a paramedic stitch him up, or you take the injury. The first option wasn’t the best option considering a singular gunshot wound is not worth Dr. Yosano’s “treatment”. The second option wasn’t great either considering it would mean that Kunikida would have to wait to recover and wouldn’t be able to help on missions for weeks to come. The final option seemed to be the wisest decision.
You grabbed his arm, about to activate your ability but he was quick to stop you, “Wait, I can deal with this. There’s no need for you to take it.”
You stared back at him in confusion, “What do you mean? A gunshot wound takes weeks to heal so it’s best if I heal rather than you. You shouldn’t be injured because you are needed out in the field more than me.”
Your explanation was sound, so you weren’t sure why he was hesitant. You would think that with how logical he was of a person, he would be on board immediately.
He bit his lip in contemplation, unsure of how to explain what he wanted to say. He was still in pain, seeing as the paramedic wasn’t here yet, “I don’t want you to be in any pain, though.”
His confession caused a sweet tint of pink to coat your cheeks. You placed your hand on his arm, this time he didn’t push it away, “It’s alright. I can handle a little gunshot wound.”
Still hesitant but unwilling to argue further, Kunikida let you use your ability on him. The both of you watched as his pain and injury faded from his shoulder and transferred to you. Blood trickled out of your new wound, staining your white blouse.
Tears pricked your vision at the pain but you did your best to put a brave face, “See. Not so bad.”
Kunikida gave you a face that said he didn't believe you weren’t in pain but kept silent. It didn’t take the paramedics long to get there and in no time, you were stitched up with some pain meds and Kunikida in tow.
Using your uninjured shoulder, you bumped Kunikida’s, “It looks like you won’t have to move your Ideals around recovering. That could set you back weeks.”
He pushed his glasses up, “It does look like that. I appreciate you thinking of me.”
You blushed, looking down at your feet as you both walked from the car to the agency, “It’s my job.”
Your simple reply was true. It was your job, alongside Dr. Yosano, to help with any injuries the members received. Your ability to “trade” injuries was quite useful to have but it was not without its downsides. But you would rather you suffer the injury then have your coworkers unable to help on cases. Thankfully, serious injuries that you needed to take weren’t often enough that you were always in pain one way or another.
What wasn’t true, though, was the fact that you only helped out because it was your job. You enjoyed being able to relieve physical pain from your coworkers, friends. You didn’t like to see them hurt so it wasn’t all that bad, taking their pain for your own.
Back at the Agency, both you and Kunikida sat at your desks. With the adrenaline now gone, the both of you were able to start relaxing, though Kunikida didn’t relax for very long. After only a few minutes, he was back to doing paperwork and whatever else he needed to get done. You quietly chuckled to yourself at his no-nonsense habits.
The silence of the office was cherished until Dazai came in, immediately making his way to you.
He sat on top of your desk, “So, which one of you got shot?”
You pointed your thumb at the blond next to you, “He did. He saved the little kid’s life ‘cause of it.”
Dazai got closer to your face, “Aw, and you took the pain away from him. Aren’t you just the sweetest?”
With a blush, you grumbled, “Yeah well, it is my job.”
“You know what I mean, though,” Dazai laughed, making you slap him so he doesn’t embarrass you further in front of Kunikida.
In the coming weeks, as you waited for your shoulder to heal, you found yourself spending more time with Kunikida that wasn’t just working. He would join you in the cafe when you took your lunch break. He would take small breaks during his work to make sure you were alright and you didn’t need anything. And in the mornings, when you first came to the office and sat at your desk, there was always a cup of coffee, just the way you like it, sitting there waiting for you.
The more time you spent being subtly doted on by him, the more your affections for the man increased. It was like there was some kind of unspoken understanding between the two of you. You both had a newfound appreciation for each other’s dedication to justice and kindness.
Your kindness and compassion seemed to draw him into you, something you relished. You felt that your friendship with Kunikida was blossoming into something more but you were unsure.
You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Kunikida how you felt about him. Your own mind, never failing to remind you of his stoic demeanor. He’s never shown any kind of interest in romance or relationships, other than his ideal woman which you were too scared to ask more about. You were left wondering if he could ever reciprocate your feelings.
One afternoon, you were both at the cafe, enjoying your quiet lunch break considering it was quite empty. You were lost in thought, no doubt thoughts of the man in front of you, when Kunikida cleared his throat. You looked up at him to see his stoic demeanor change into a more nervous expression.
He pushed his glasses up his nose, something he always tended to do when he was flustered, “There’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
You tried to keep the hopeful blush off of your face, “What’s up? You can tell me anything.”
Taking a deep breath, he replied, “Well, I-I have come to realize that my ideals aren’t the only things that matter in my life. I care for you deeply, in ways that I never could have planned. Your unwavering kindness and the brightness that you bring to the office are things that I admire about you.”
You stared back at him, a dopey smile on your face, “What are you trying to say, Kunikida?”
He stared back at you, a determined smirk on his face, “I’m trying to say that I would like to pursue a relationship with you and that if I wasn’t so against PDA, I would reach over the table right now to kiss you.”
You gazed at him in awe, not expecting such a forward statement from the man in front of you. You stuttered in nervousness, “W-Well, your feelings are not one-sided.”
Kunikda had a bright smile on his face, as well as a light blush that if anyone ever asked about, he would vehemently deny.
“Then how about this?” he asked. You were unsure what he meant, until he grabbed your hand from where it was sitting in front of you. Ever so slowly, as if he thought you would pull away from his touch, he brought your hand to his mouth and laid a soft kiss to the back of it.
You thought you might swoon at the classiness of it, something only Kunikida could accomplish.
With less grace, and more eagerness, you grabbed his hand in return. Bringing it to your mouth, you laid a sloppy kiss onto the back of his hand. You were unable to keep in your giggles as the man in front of you blushed a bright red.
When you both finished lunch and went back to the office, hand in hand, your coworkers were unable to miss the change in your relationship. They couldn't help but tease you both, particularly Dazai, who reveled in insinuating that he had played matchmaker, despite not doing anything at all. You didn’t mind the teasing, though. You were just glad to have Kunikida by your side.
BONUS:
God this was a horrible idea. You couldn’t help but think. At the moment, you found yourself in the most unexpected places. You were currently in a back closet, doors away from the Agency’s main office, with Kunikida attached to you by the mouth.
It was your lunch break and instead of going down to the cafe to eat together, Kunikida surprised you, emphasis on the word surprised, by pulling you into the closet you both passed for an intense make-out session.
He wasn’t really much for PDA but as soon as no one was looking, you would find him to be quite passionate with you. It really shouldn’t surprise you that his passion could extend past work and onto you.
“What’s up?” a breathless Kunikida asked, laying kissed down your neck.
You softly moaned at the feeling, “Nothing. Just thinking of how passionate you are of a person.”
Kunikida stared down at you, love in his eyes, “Well, how could I not be? You’re so beautiful.”
You heated up at his loving gaze and laid your own trail of kisses down his neck, making the man groan in front of you.
The moment was ruined when bright light filtered into the closet and a wolf whistle was heard. None other than Dazai caught the two of you and teased, “Well, would you look at that. I wish you would kiss me like that. Could make a man faint.”
Embarrassment flooded you and you could see it on Kunikida’s face too. But before you could try to make an excuse, Kunikda burst out of the closet chasing a laughing Dazai. Looks like some things never change, you thought as for the rest of the day Dazai would get on Kunikida’s nerve every chance he could.
GUYSSSS JULY IS MY MONTHHHH !!!!!!!!!
first we get jujutsu kaisen season 2 which is just so fucking good (Manga readers knows whats up and whats next)
then we get bungo stray dogs season 5 and omg the last manga chapter was just so long and good but like the cliffhanger ughhhhhh
fem!reader x Junichiro Tanazaki, kinda grumpy reader x sunshine Junichiro (he's so underrated, I love him so much)
A/N powers based off the dauntless faction from Divergent, here's the other ones that I am planning on doing
please give me recommendations for books to use as abilities or just abilities in general for bsd content
Main Masterlist BSD Masterlist Requests AO3
(3.1k words)
Working in the Armed Detective Agency was the biggest blessing that you’ve ever been given. Growing up was a bit tough, being a prime target for bullying and harassment. You were quiet but unafraid to speak your mind, something that made other people think you were mean and rude, but it’s not like you could help it.
You also possess the ability to have mastery skill over any weapon you wield. You would often be seen twirling kunai knives around your fingers. You assume this also made you unapproachable, not that you really cared. You were unbothered by most things in life anyways.
It wasn’t until you were hired at the agency, that you felt cared about. The agency was like a family to you and you cared about all of them, some more than others it seemed, and you would do anything to protect them. You just had trouble expressing this sentiment to anyone except Naomi Tanizaki.
She was the first person you met when you came to the agency and she has stuck by you through everything other than missions. Her extroverted personality and her overly friendly demeanor can be off putting and sometimes annoying but at the same time, it was what made it easier for you to open up to her. She never judged you for anything and was always there to encourage you whenever you felt unsure about your ability or your importance to the agency. Surprisingly, she was even supportive of your not so little crush on her brother but more on that later.
One of the earliest experiences you had at the agency was embarrassing at the time but a funny memory to look back on.
You were still quite new to the agency. Earlier in the day, your new coworkers gathered around you and watched as you threw your kunai knives at a plethora of dummy targets. Some were moving side to side and some were farther away from you. With your ability, you were able to hit each dummy in the designated spot perfectly.
Your coworkers were thoroughly impressed with your skill of the weapon, your ability. Later on, the group of you were downstairs in the cafe enjoying your lunch break together.
You were spreading some butter onto your slice of toast with a butter knife. Gracefully moving the metal despite it not being used in a weapon-ly manner. Dazai had reached in front of him, accidently grazing his arm with yours.
In a matter of seconds and a bright flash of blue, your hands seemed unsteady holding the butter knife. Your colleagues watched in bewilderment as you fumbled and dropped the knife onto the ground, cutting your hand in the process.
Dazai quickly removed his arm from your vicinity, chuckling, "I guess your mastery of weapons really is an ability."
"Whatever," you grumbled, grabbing napkins to wipe away the blood on your hand.
Naomi’s brother stood up from his seat across from you and offered you his hand, "Let me help you clean that up."
You fondly remembered the way that Junichiro so delicately rinsed the blood on your hand and wrapped a bandage around it. That was the first time you ever really talked to him other than hellos when you saw each other or goodnights when you left the office.
"Hi," the orange-haired man stood in front of you, putting his hand up in a cute wave.
Broken from your train of thought, you looked back down to your computer. You quickly realized that you got no work done because you were daydreaming. Looking back at Junichiro, you gave him a miniscule smile, "Hey."
Undeterred by your lack of emotion, Junichiro gave you a dazzling smile, "I have a case that I don't think I can do by myself. Wanna come with me?"
"And why me?" you questioned, raising a brow and crossing your arms. Most people would have thought you were being rude and would have left you alone. But not sweet Tanizaki.
The thing with Junichiro Tanizaki was that he never seemed put off by you. He always made sure to greet you and always offered you a smile if your eyes met. At first, you were uncomfortable with his happy demeanor, much like you were with his sister. But also much like with his sister, you got used to it and warmed up to it. They really are similar.
He also radiated happiness and excitement whenever you talked to him so how could you possibly ignore him like you do everyone else.
Junichiro blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Well I'm not much of a fighter and if I run into trouble, I would like someone to have my back. And who better than you, probably the strongest fighter here."
Unable to deny him, especially when he compliments you like that, you agree to help him out. On your way out of the office, Naomi stopped you, “Where are you guys going?”
“We’ve got a case. Wanna come?” Junichiro offered. You peered at Naomi and whatever expression that was on your face must have tipped her off to something.
She lit up with a bright smile, “No, I’m good. But I need to talk to y/n alone real quick before you go. Girl things.”
Before either you or Junichiro could protest, she was dragging you in the direction of the girls bathroom. She had a bright smile on her face and it was starting to worry you that her face might get stuck like that.
Once alone, you spoke up confused, “Is everything alright?”
Naomi hummed, “You like my brother don’t you?”
You stared back at her, eyes wide and mouth agape. You didn’t have a response as she stared at you but when you realized she wasn't going to say anything more, you turned away from her and muttered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She shook her head at you, “It’s okay. I’m not mad, plus I think you guys would be cute together.”
Unable to resist her kindness, you peered back at her a little shyly, “You think so?”
Beaming, she replied, “Well of course. I’m his sister so I know everything about him. And I know that he would be ecstatic to find out you like him, maybe even more than like.”
Your entire face and neck felt hot and you briefly thanked the universe that no one was here to witness this.
“I don’t understand. There’s no way that he would like me the way that I like him. I’m so me-” you scoffed, “And he’s so him. All smiles and rainbows and happiness. I don’t think we would be a good match.”
You were dissatisfied with the way you were feeling but it was true. No matter how much you tried to look nonchalant and uncaring about anything, deep down you really did care. Something that Naomi knew.
Naomi grabbed your hand and made sure you looked into her eyes as she spoke softly, “Haven’t you ever heard of opposites attract. You can trust me on this, y/n.”
“Well what am I supposed to do about it?” you grumbled. You were hesitant to share any kinds of feelings with anyone but you had to admit that the idea of being with Junichiro enticed you.
“Maybe, after you finish your case with him, you guys could have some kind of dinner date together. Simple and not too much effort,” Naomi suggested. “Now, go knock him dead.”
She pushed you out of the bathroom encouragingly. By the time you made your way to Junichiro your face was warm and your head was full but you did your best to seem unaffected by anything.
When he saw you, Junichiro asked, “Is everything okay?”
You waved your hand, “Everything’s fine. Just girl things.”
You hoped that he couldn’t see it on your face what you and Naomi discussed. But he seemed to think nothing of it as you both left the agency for your case.
The both of you walked side by side down the streets of Yokohama. You were holding the case file in your hand. A girl was missing and the parents seemed to think that she had run away but you weren’t too sure about that.
“It doesn’t really make sense, does it?” You questioned Junichiro. He looked at you quizzically before you explained your thoughts, “If she had run away of her own volition, why would she go to school at all? She didn’t skip school but there’s no trace of her after that.”
Junichiro shrugged, “When I talked to the parents on the phone, they said she ran away often. It was kind of sad because they believed that this would be the one time she didn’t come back.”
Your heart bled for this family, “Well we’ll find her and get her home.”
Junichiro smiled at your determination before leading you towards the school the missing girl went to.
The both of you asked around wondering if anyone had seen her and knew of her whereabouts. No one knew where she could have been, the closest lead you had was that someone remembered seeing her walk into the alley behind the school.
“Tanizaki,” you called, waving him over to you. He smiled brightly at you, making you heat up. “I have a small lead. I talked to one of her classmates and they remember seeing her walk into the direction of that alley.”
“Well there’s no time to waste, let’s check it out,” Junichiro replied. He grabbed your arm and swiftly led the two of you in that direction. Your skin tingled where it touched his but you pointedly ignored it.
At the alley, the both of you looked around for any sign of the girl growing frustrated with the lack of progress.
You bent down, inspecting what looked like a dirty jacket when someone roughly grabbed you from behind, hand over your mouth. You tried to grab one of your knives but had no luck since your assailant was holding your arms in an awkward position behind your back.
Standing up, your attacker faced Junichiro before speaking with a deep voice, “You guys just couldn’t leave well alone, could you?”
Startled, Junichiro swerved around to look at you, taking note of how you couldn’t fight back. The only other time you had seen him so worried and frantic was when something happened to Naomi.
Angrily, an emotion that surprised you, Junichiro shouted at the man holding you, “Let go of her!”
Pulling you tighter into him, making you wince in pain, the man laughed, “Now why would I do that? This one will make a nice piece in my collection, right next to the other girl. Maybe if you guys weren’t looking for her, I wouldn’t have gotten you. But who am I kidding, you’re too beautiful to pass up.”
The creep behind you was now breathing in your ear. Tears formed in your eyes, unable to contain your discomfort. You made eye contact with a frantic Junichiro, who looked unsure of what to do considering his unfamiliarity with hand to hand combat.
You breathed softly, trying to calm down. You looked into Junichiro’s eyes then looked down at the knife sheathed on your thigh holster before looking back at Junichiro. Immediately understanding what you were trying to convey with only your eyes, Junichiro's face turned determined as he used his ability to disguise himself from your attacker.
“Shit, where did he go?” the man exclaimed, looking around his digital surroundings. At his distraction, you felt one of the knives on your thigh holster slip away from you. You nodded your head in the direction you assumed Junichiro was, giving him the signal to attack. Within seconds, Junichiro was revealed in front of you sporting your kunai.
The man holding you pulled the both of you back in surprise but Junichiro was quick as he slashed at the man’s arms. You used this to your advantage as you finally broke free from the man’s grasp and brought him down to the floor. You forced his hands behind his back and sat your knees on his back, probably causing a hell of a lot of pain but oh well.
“Where is the girl?” you questioned, bringing your other kunai up to his throat.
The man coughed and spluttered, “W-Why should I tell you anything?”
You gave Junichiro a bored and annoyed look, watching him call the detective, “Maybe because I have a knife to your throat that I’m not afraid to use. Oh, and I’m pissed so I would speak quickly before my patience runs out and I’m elbow deep in your guts.”
You weren’t actually going to kill him right now but your aggressive threat seemed to work on him. He squealed like a pig about the whereabouts of the missing girl you were looking for as well as a few more victims he had locked up.
With the case closed, you and Tanizaki were on your way back to the Agency. Both of you were in high spirits because of such a successful mission so you broke the companionable silence, “Hey, Tanizaki.”
Tanizaki looked back at you, giving you a shy smile, “You know, I would love it if you just call me Junichiro. What’s up?”
"Junichiro," you smiled, "How about we get dinner? To celebrate this big success."
His smile seemed to shine brighter, "I'd love to."
Showing your excitement, you grabbed his arm, "Can we go to this new restaurant I found? I've really wanted to go but I've had no one to go with."
Junichiro seemed surprised by your display of emotions but otherwise happy, "Of course. But you have to let me pay."
Giving him a shy smile, you agreed. As nonchalant as you could feign, you slipped your hand into his and grasped it. Junichiro grasped your hand too as a red flush took over his face.
You dragged him along, more like him happily following, all the way to the restaurant. It wasn’t fancy so the clothes you’ve been wearing today were just fine.
The hostess was a pretty woman and gave you a smile as you approached. As soon as she saw Junichiro, though, she was quick to brighten her smile and fix her hair.
“How many?” she asked, tone light and sweet.
Very quickly you were annoyed and jealous of her. I mean, Junichiro wasn't yours. . . yet, so you didn’t really have the right to be mad if someone was flirting with him.
Unable to hide your dismay, you pulled Junichiro closer to you, hanging on his arm. “We would like a table for just the two of us.”
The smile you gave the hostess was as dishonestly sweet as possible. She seemed to get the hint and didn’t hesitate further in getting you two to a table.
Once seated across from Junichiro, you felt embarrassment wash over you heightened further when Junichiro asked, “What was that?”
It didn’t sound like he was trying to scold you for your possessive display, more like he wasn’t sure what to make of it. He had a soft smile and a light blush on his face. You admired his handsome face for a little bit before you confidently responded, “She was flirting with you and I can’t have that.”
You spoke with confidence and an amused lilt but inside, you were apprehensive of what Junichiro would think. This was probably as close as you would get to admitting your feelings without actually admitting your feelings. Under the table and away from his eyes, you fidgeted with your rings.
Picking up the menu, Junichiro’s smile and blush only seemed to brighten even more, something that would have made you faint if you weren’t already sitting down.
The rest of the date, which is what you were going to call this hangout until further notice, went as smoothly as you could ever imagine. There was no flirty woman or awkward lulls in conversation. By the time the date was over, you still wanted to hang out with Junichiro. How could you not, he was just so jovial.
“Would you like me to walk you home?” he asked, making you swoon a bit further.
“What? You think I can’t protect myself as I walk home,” you teased, fingering the blade that’s strapped on your thigh.
Junichiro stammerred, “N-no, I just thought. . .”
As he trailed off, you were quick to calm his anxiousness by responding, “Well, you did save my life today and you looked extremely hot with your angry face and my knife in your hands so I think you’re worthy of walking a pretty lady home.”
Junichiro chuckled at your teasing, “I look hot when I'm mad and holding a knife?”
You walked in the direction of your house, Junichiro close next to you, “No. You look hot when you’re determined to save me.”
He was unable to respond, nervous because of your showering of compliments. The silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It was soft and friendly. Eventually as you guys walked, you slipped your hand into Junichiro’s and gave him a little smirk. He smiled back and chuckled at your display.
When you got to the front of your apartment and your walk was over, you decided to take a leap of faith, “Junichiro?”
Still holding hands, he looked back at you with a soft smile, “Yes?”
You gave his hand a little squeeze, “I would like to do that again. . . as in a real date.”
A sigh of what you hoped was relief was let out of his mouth, “I absolutely agree. I really enjoy your company.”
The both of you could only stare at each other, admiring and head over heels. The light of your apartment building bathing the both of you in a soft, orange glow.
You pulled Junichiro closer to you, laying your hands around his neck. With a nervous jitter, he laid his hands to rest at your waist. Without further hesitation, the miniscule gap between the two of you shrank even more. The both of you shared the same breaths for a moment before you were brought together in a soft kiss.
The butterflies in your stomach settled as the kiss went on. Junichiro didn’t make you nervous anymore as he displayed the way he felt for you with his sweet lips. There were no fireworks going off, more like two hearts that are now beating the same rhythm. When the kiss was over, neither of you pulled away. You simply stared at each other with dazzling smiles and lovesick eyes.
I've got some bungo stray dogs fics coming up guys. I wanted to use the divergent book for the readers powers but I wasn't sure what to do so I decided to write fics with powers based on each faction.
here's a little tease of what's coming with that. also the fics aren't connected so its not a series. just a bunch of one-shots
Junichiro Tanizaki x dauntless reader
Ryunosuke Akutagawa x candor reader
Doppo Kunikida x abnegation reader
Osamu Dazai x amity reader
Ranpo Edogawa x erudite reader
I'll make sure that when I write them, I'll link them here so if y'all wanna keep track with this post. but don't forget about my masterlists too. love you guys <3
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also I'm really sorry that I don't upload regularly. this is a fun hobby for me and I don't like the pressure of uploading regularly. I try to do my best when the motivation hits me. including these, I have 11 different one shots that I'm working on
Thank you so much!! I love writing for him so definitely expect more of him in the future. I have like a million works in progress for a bunch of characters which he's included in so ❤️❤️
amazing work! consider this… gn reader is chuuyas coworker who’s emotionless and keeps their distance from him and their colleagues… chuuya starts to like them but doesn’t know how to bridge the gap…. and on a mission with chuuya, (there was only one bed!!) an asphrodiac gets put in their drink… so they come to him begging him to help them because they don’t know what to do… and fluff and smut ensues!!
Because You Want Me To (NSFW)
Chuuya Nakahara x fem!reader
A/N Im so sorry, i really meant to keep it gn but then i just got caught up with the feminism idea cuz i mean come on, theres no way chuuya isnt a woman respecter. I also was not sure how to write gn smut. If you dont like it, i can totally write it again but definitely gn and less feminism involved. Pls lmk also pls tell me what termonology to use for. . . certain body parts cuz lately everything just sounds wrong
please give me recommendations for books to use as abilities or just abilities in general for bsd content
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Sitting hunched over your desk filling out paperwork was getting real old, really quick. You sighed as you leaned back in your chair. Some may call you a workaholic but you were simply strong-willed and determined. Growing up the way you did, you learned to be very independent and how to make your own spot in the world. You joined the Port Mafia at the age of sixteen and have worked the hardest you could to be the strongest.
Your ability did not give you a fighting advantage but you did have a clairvoyant advantage. You were able to speak to animals and your pet raven was your second pair of eyes and ears. It was a normal occurrence for people to see you walking around the halls with Ace clinging to your shoulders. More often than not, he was your partner on missions considering you preferred to work alone.
Becoming an Executive to the Port Mafia was hard work but there wasn’t anything that you would allow to stand in your way. You were very feared and very respected, which is exactly how you like it. You only conversed with your coworkers when it was needed. You were here to do your job, not make pointless relations with coworkers. It was pretty easy for you to avoid interactions with most people in the Port Mafia. The only exceptions were the boss and the other executives, one in particular.
Chuuya Nakahara was. . . different. You weren’t really sure what it was (you do but you’re in denial) but there is something about him that makes him more bearable than anyone else in the mafia that you’ve met. Whenever you were paired together for missions, which was pretty often, he always pulled his weight. There were times when you were paired with people who just wouldn’t do the job they were assigned to do because of egos or whatever. It bothered you to no end when you had to pick up their slack. Chuuya was a great mafioso and incredibly strong which was something you greatly respected.
You still did your best to avoid him, outside of missions. There was no reason why someone, let alone a man, should distract you from your job.
Ace squawked next to you, breaking you from your thoughts. Is something the matter?
You chuckled, thinking about how your best friend was a raven and that he knew you well enough. You brushed him off, “Nothing’s the matter.”
Ace left the perch by the window and landed on your armrest. He nipped your arm with his beak before squawking again. I bet I know exactly what you're thinking about.
Stupid bird, you thought as you glared at him. “Shut your beak.”
Ace climbed to your shoulder as a knock was heard on your office door. You muttered "come in" before Chuuya made an appearance. He walked in, fashionable as ever, and closed the door behind him. He looked a bit fidgety and you had to stop yourself from asking him if he was okay. It was none of your concern.
“I’ve got good and bad news,” Chuuya said as a greeting, straight to the point, something that gave him a point in your head, not that you were keeping track of stuff he did that you liked.
You raised your eyebrow at him, motioning for him to continue. He sat down and placed his hat in his lap. Pulling a small bag from his jacket pocket, he dumped an assortment of nuts in a bowl on your desk for Ace. You tried really hard to stop a smile from covering your face but your lips slightly curled up. A point for him.
Ace hopped from your shoulder, squawking. I like him.
Your smile faded at his smug tone, snapping, “Well, no one asked for your opinion.”
Chuuya gazed at the both of you, “Does he not like them?”
“That’s not it. You had news?” you questioned, changing the subject.
Immediately Chuuya got serious and professional. Another point. “Yes. The good news is that we have a mission together. Just simple intel gathering.”
You were glad it was only intel and not a fight because you weren’t in the mood to fight anyone. That doesn’t mean it would go smoothly. If you weren’t careful, intel gathering could turn nasty incredibly quick. You stared back at Chuuya, “What’s the bad news?”
Chuuya looked at you, apologetically, “We’ll need to stay overnight and I know you hate overnight missions. The event we are going to is hours away and by the time it’s over, it will be too late at night to get back. Mori already booked us a hotel room.”
You sighed and ignored the fact that he knew you wouldn’t be happy. Rubbing your temples, you asked, “When are we leaving? I’ll read the files in the car.”
That’s how you found yourself, riding passenger in one of the mafia’s cars. The back window was open for Ace to come and go as he pleased, something Chuuya did before you had to even ask. Another point. You spent the entire drive reading over the files for subjects and information you were supposed to be looking for tonight. You could tell that Chuuya wanted to talk to you as a way to pass the time but you kept your head in the files, refusing to let him distract you.
You joined the mafia around the same time as him but you never interacted with him, or anyone for that matter. It wasn’t until you were both executives when you would be paired for missions and forced to get to know each other. You didn’t hate getting to know him but you kept the talk about yourself to a minimum.
When you first became an executive, there were rumors going around that you had slept with the boss to make it to where you were. You know, the typical rumors that follow a powerful woman. The rumors didn’t outwardly bother you, “let dickbags believe whatever they want” you would always say if someone asked you about it. But when you found out that the only people who didn’t believe the rumors were Kouyou and Chuuya, you felt a sense of security in your position. Kouyou understood the difficulty of being a woman in power and Chuuya. . . well you weren’t too sure why he didn’t believe the rumors.
“What?” he muttered. You must have been staring at him for too long because he was looking at you with a red face, embarrassed maybe.
“When I first became an executive, why didn’t you believe the rumors that I slept my way there,” you asked, blunt and intrigued.
He seemed very surprised by your question, stammerings, “I-I don’t know. Why would. . .”
He paused for a bit, seeming unsure what to say. You just stared at him, an impassive expression on your face.
He sighed, keeping his focus on the road instead of you, “Do you really think I’m that immature to believe rumors like that?”
You sensed a little insecurity in his voice but ignored it. You replied, “It’s not like I gave you any reason to believe I wouldn’t. You didn’t know me.”
“You didn’t give me a reason to believe that you would either.”
You paused, unsure of how to respond. Being a woman in a male dominant field was difficult and it seemed that Chuuya understood how baseless those kinds of rumors could be. Another point.
Facing the window, you spoke up, “I didn’t. Just so you know.”
“I know,” he replied without hesitation.
You didn’t fight the smile that formed on your face this time. You just hoped Chuuya couldn’t see it because you were facing the other way.
He did and he will cherish the image forever.
By the time you got to the hotel, you were significantly less unhappy about the assignment you had been given, not that you outwardly showed it. Something about your conversation with Chuuya in the car sparked something within you. Your denial of how much you cared for the red head next to you was melting away. Usually this would bother you but you had a feeling that Chuuya or the feelings you hold for him will not get in your way of your job, which brought you great comfort and security. It looked like Chuuya respected you and your work ethic.
Chuuya grabbed your guy’s bags as you made your way into the hotel and to the front desk to check in.
Politely, you greeted, “Hello, there should be a room reserved for me.”
The pretty receptionist gave you a kind smile and when Chuuya came up beside you, she gave him a sweeter one. She kept staring at Chuuya, making him blush, “What name will it be under?”
Haughtily, you replied, “Ougai Mori. It’s for my partner and I.”
Calling Chuuya your partner wasn’t wrong, he was your partner for this mission. But you knew that the receptionist would take it the wrong way, which brought you a little bit of satisfaction.
She looked at you with a forced smile. She handed you your key cards before dismissing you, “Room 115, it’s at the end of the hall on the left.”
You gave her a smug smile, “Thank you.”
You walked through the hall in search of your room, Chuuya trailing behind you. He walked beside you, giving you a look, “What was that?”
You kept walking, face empty, “What was what?”
“Back there, with the receptionist. You guys were being passive aggressive with each other. Is there some kind of woman thing I'm not understanding?” Chuuya asked, confused.
You briefly glanced at him and shrugged, only replying, “Sure.”
He sighed next to you but decided against asking about it anymore, knowing you wouldn’t answer him how he wanted.
Unlocking the room door, the both of you made your way into.
“Shit,” you explained. The room that the two of you would be staying in tonight only had a single bed.
Chuuya sighed next to you and asked, “Want me to go to the front desk?”
Not wanting him to interact with the receptionist, you shook your head, “No, we can figure it out later. I’m going to shower and get ready for the event.”
Chuuya placed both your bags on the bed and rifled through his, “I’ll get the garment bags from the car with our outfits in them.”
You were already in the bathroom in the shower when you heard Chuuya come back into the room. You also heard a little kawing so you assumed he let Ace into the room. A point.
You spent a lot of time in the bathroom after you finished your shower. In the shower, images of Chuuya were flooding your mind. You had to keep reminding yourself that he was just in the other room and you shouldn’t do anything unprofessional. Even if your cunt prickled with neediness.
Eventually realizing that Chuuya will want to shower too, you calmed your body down and left the bathroom. You had dried your hair and done all of your makeup but didn’t have the dress you were wearing. Covered in only a towel, you walked over to the garment bag on the bed.
While looking at his phone, Chuuya said to you, “That bag is yours. I talked to Mori and it looks like it was an error in the hotel system. He advised that we just keep the room as is.”
Chuuya ran a hand through his hair, annoyed, and looked up at you. He blushed when he noticed that you were only in a towel and averted his gaze. He muttered, “I can sleep on the floor.”
You glared at the back of his head, “I won’t make you sleep on the dirty floor. We can figure out the sleeping arrangements when we get back. Now go get dressed, I do not want to attract unwanted attention for being late.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Chuuya replied with a smirk. You sighed in faux annoyance with a blush on your face as he silently made his way to the bathroom with his garment bag.
You slipped into the dress. It was tight fitting but not uncomfortable with a slit up your thigh. It was also an alluring shade of red which made you immediately think of Chuuya. For a second, you were curious how he would react seeing you in this dress but you shook the thoughts from your head.
You sat at the desk and mirror set up in the room to do your hair and makeup for the night, taking note that Chuuya seemed to be taking an awfully long time in the shower. You put your brush down and went to the bathroom door to ask if Chuuya was okay. But right before you were going to ask, you heard a sound that had you shutting up and blushing. It sounded like Chuuya was groaning and saying your name.
You backed up until the back of your legs hit the bed and sat down. Was Chuuya. . . masturbating in the shower? Thinking about you, no less? You were thankful that Ace wasn’t in the room to squawk and add to your embarrassment.
You were extremely flustered but flattered that Chuuya thought of you that way. It offered you comfort to know that you weren’t alone in thinking unprofessionally of your partner. Maybe after the mission was over, you would have the chance to talk to Chuuya about the possibility of expanding your relationship. But for now, you need to get your head out of the gutter and focus on your job.
When Chuuya finally came out of the bathroom, he was looking especially handsome in his suit. He stopped in his tracks as he looked at you. When he saw your crossed legs and the slit of the dress exposing your thigh, he thought he might faint. Red in the face he coughed, “You look beautiful.”
You thought it was really endearing that he wouldn’t look you in the eye. “Thank you. You clean up pretty nicely as well.”
You did your best to not stare at him but you could feel the tension between you guys building. You grabbed the necklace you were going to wear and placed it into Chuuya’s hand. “Could you put this on for me?”
You turned around, not waiting for an answer. Chuuya, ever so slowly, wrapped the small chain around your neck and clasped it. He pulled your hair out from under it and set it back in place cascading down your back. His hand lightly grazed your neck and you failed to contain the shivers that went through your body.
You quickly turned back around and ignored the butterflies in your stomach. You stared at Chuuya’s face, finding adoration covering it.
“Let’s go, handsome,” you announced, now nervous of your distracting partner.
“Yes ma’am,” Chuuya repeated, a smile painted on his face. You turned and walked out the door not bothering to hide the small smile that appeared on your face.
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This had to be the hardest mission you’ve ever been on. Now it wasn’t really intellectually hard, intel gathering was as simple as knowing how to charm others into talking about whatever you wanted. But at some point you couldn’t focus on any conversations you were a part of, Chuuya having to pick up your slack, something that would have bothered you to no end if you didn’t feel the way you did right now.
With his arm around your waist, Chuuya pulled you to one of the tables and chairs scattered about the event. He sat you down and grabbed the champagne glass from your hands, “I wouldn’t pin you as a lightweight.”
Your face was flush and your entire body felt like it was on fire, “I’m not drunk, Chuuya. Something is wrong.”
Chuuya stared at you worriedly but you couldn’t stand to look at him. You could barely stand to have his arm around you and standing so close to you. Anywhere his skin touched yours sent shivers down your spine and the smell of him was driving you crazy. Vanilla and Sandalwood. You clenched your thighs, hoping to relieve the tension that was forming in your bottom half.
“Shit,” you exclaimed when you figured out what happened. Your breathing was extremely labored as you explained, “I-I need you to take me to the hotel. . . and lock me in the room for the night. Some. . . one must have drugged me, I’ll explain more later. Did you get all the information we needed?”
“Yes, we should have everything we need. What’s going on?” Chuuya asked, voice a bit tense.
He put his arm around your waist to help you up and it took everything in you to not moan at the feeling of his touch. You couldn’t muster up the strength to speak as he brought you outside and to the car. He started driving back to the hotel, looking at you every few seconds to see if you were alright. The way he was worried about you was making your head spin with adoration and your thighs clench with lust.
Panting, you replied, “I think someone knew we were there and drugged me as a distraction. I think I’ve been given an aphrodisiac.”
Chuuya stared at your panting and sweaty body, beyond confused, “What kind of drug is that? You better not be dying on me?”
At the hotel, Chuuya brought you back to the room and laid you on the bed. He seemed antsy and a bit annoyed that you weren’t answering him.
You put him out of his misery by explaining, “An aphrodisiac is a drug that. . . in simple terms makes the victim like an animal in heat.”
You writhed in the bed, sweat dripping off of you. You so badly wished that Chuuya would just shut up and take care of your neediest spots but it looks like you won’t get what you want just yet.
Staring at you, a blushing mess, Chuuya questioned, “How do you know that’s what you’ve been given?”
You groaned, annoyed with having to deal with this. Inappropriate thoughts of your partner were flooding your mind and making it almost impossible for you to pay attention to his line of questioning. “Because. . . Chuuya. I can’t get the thought of you and that pretty face of yours out of my head. All I want to do right now is push you down on this bed and ride you until I pass out.”
You basically moaned at the flustered look Chuuya was giving you. After a few labored breaths you spoke up again, “Now. I heard you in the shower so I know you want me.”
Unable to bear it any longer, you stripped off your dress. Now fully naked in front of Chuuya. He coughed again but looked away, “I would only want to have sex with you if it was because you wanted me to and not some drug making you. That’s not fair to you.”
Chuuya turned around and just before he was about to walk away, you grabbed the sleeve of his suit jacket, “Trust me. This is not how I would have wanted this to go but-” you paused, finding the words stuck in your mouth. You moaned again when Chuuya’s fingers slipped into yours, unable to contain yourself, “I really do want you Chuuya. And I know you have enough respect for me to not ruin our relationship or my relationship with my work.”
Chuuya stared at you, flustered and undeniably hard but unsure of what to do. You took the final step by pulling his arm, forcing him to fall on top of you. You grabbed the back of his head to pull him closer to you. He didn’t resist as you slotted your lips into his.
It was a ferocious kiss that was filled with lust, passion, and neediness. You ran your hands through Chuuya’s hair and down his front making him groan into your mouth. You tried to pull the belt from his pants but your hands were too shaky. You whined when he pulled your hands away from him and brought them to rest above you. He used one hand to hold yours in place and the other to undo his pants.
Chuuya chuckled, “If you need me that bad, how come you can’t even get my pants off of me?”
“Stop teasing, please Chuuya,” you begged, moaning when he brought his mouth back down to yours.
Chuuya got off of you and stood in front of you and the bed. He sighed, content, “I’ve been waiting for this forever. I don’t know if it’s obliviousness or stubbornness that kept you away from me.”
You couldn’t help but stare at the man in front of you as he stripped, breathlessly you replied, “A bit of both. . . But no more.”
Chuuya gave you a dazzling smile, climbing back on top of you. He laid kisses down your stomach as he spoke, “No more.”
You whined as he laid kiss after kiss on your body, wanting more. He finally took his hands and soothingly rubbed your thighs, “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes, Chuuya. Please just do what you want to me. I’ll take anything,” you begged, desperate to be touched by him.
Instead of teasing you further like you thought he would, Chuuya gets to work pleasuring you. Moving his hands from your thighs, Chuuya brings them to your dripping cunt. Slowly but surely, he presses two fingers into you while rubbing his thumb on your clit.
You writhed on the bed, holding back your moans. Chuuya wouldn’t have that.
“Now, now, princess. I’d like to hear who’s making you feel so good,” Chuuya chided, fingering you faster and harder.
“Chuuya, I’m going to-” you moaned, overwhelmed with pleasure.
He brought his mouth up to your breasts, licking and biting as he went, “It’s okay. You can come.”
His mouth on your body and his permission was the last thing holding you back. You came with a loud scream, convulsing around his fingers.
When you had calmed down and Chuuya pulled his fingers out of you, you grabbed the back of his head to bring his lips to yours. You made out for what felt like ages before Chuuya chose to break the kiss to speak, “How do you feel now, princess?”
“I feel like, I need you to fuck me. Please, Chuuya,” you begged, pulling his body as close to you as you could. His erection was pressed into your thighs, making you whine in want.
Chuuya groaned and marked around your neck. He whispered, “As you wish.”
Before long, Chuuya was hovering over you and rubbing his cock through your folds. The both of you moaned at the contact before he slipped into you with ease.
He kept still, letting you adjust, until you wiggled your hips to encourage him to move. Any self control he had up to this point all but vanished. Chuuya pounded into you ferociously, coaxing you into a moaning and whining mess.
You were too distracted with pleasure to do anything but moan Chuuya’s name. One hand on your waist to keep you where he wanted, he used his other hand to bring your hands back up over your head.
He brought his lips down to yours to give you a lustful kiss. You struggled to keep up with his pace, too busy moaning, but he didn’t care. With how feral he was being right now, you would have thought that he was the one who was drugged.
Eventually his hips started to stutter, notifying you of both his and your approaching orgasm. Chuuya brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. You blacked out as you came, screaming and overloaded with pleasure. When you finally came to, Chuuya was slowing down his thrusts, still prolonging the pleasure.
When he finally stopped moving and pulled out of you, you could feel his juices seeping out of you. You laid on the bed, too dazed to move, and watched as Chuuya grabbed a wet cloth from the bathroom and cleaned you up.
“I think that was a successful mission. We got what we needed and we finally slept together,” Chuuya joked. You cracked a small smile and chuckled at him. How could you ever think that being with Chuuya wouldn’t go well?
A/N guys help!! I've lost like all motivation to write anything and idk how to fix it. I just don't wanna do anything ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡
this didn't really turn out the way I wanted it to but I felt I had to upload it (╥_╥)
please give me recommendations for books to use as abilities or just abilities in general for bsd content
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“Aw, come on. Aren’t you just the least bit curious?” a persistent Dazai asked.
“Trust me, it’s better for everyone if I don’t know,” you sighed.
Dazai, the little thief he is, was holding Kunikida’s notebook in his hand. He was pestering you into reading it, more specifically Kunikida’s ideal woman. He knew all about your feelings for the blond man and has been encouraging you to make some kind of move so you guys could become “the office parents”. His words.
“Why don’t you just read it by yourself, if you’re so curious?” you finally asked, crossing your arms. You couldn’t get back to your work because Dazai had planted his big, fat butt right on your desk.
He pouted in front of you, “It won’t be as fun to read alone.”
“You’re telling me that you, the most impatient man I’ve ever met, haven’t looked inside at all. Just because it will be more fun with someone else,” you replied, rolling your eyes at the childish coworker in front of you.
“Yup! And who would be the better person to read it with, than you my dear y/n. The woman who is in love with our dear Kunikida,” Dazai proudly announced.
You placed your hands on his mouth, a blush covering your face, “Shh, don’t say that too loud. Someone could hear you, idiot.”
Dazai licked your hand, forcing you to remove it from his mouth with a disgusted pout. He smiled at you, “Come on. I know you don’t see it, but that man is crazy for you. He’s always so protective of you and makes sure you get home safe and always wants to partner up with you on missions.”
“You know, he only partners with me so that he doesn’t have to work with you,” you informed him, an amused expression taking over your face.
Dazai mocked offense, placing his hand on his heart, “I am a wonderful person to work with.”
“Mhm, whatever helps you sleep at night,” you joked.
Dazai laughed before shoving the book in your hands, “Don’t change the subject. You have to read it with me.”
Book in hand, you rolled your eyes, “Fine, but don’t be surprised when it says nothing about me.”
You were curious to know which of his ideals you fit. It wasn’t very likely that you would fit every single one but the more you did, the better. The more of his ideals that you fit, the better chance you had to be with him.
You opened the book, flipping to the section about his ideal women with Dazai breathing over your shoulder.
You knew how much effort he put in his ideals but you didn’t expect this. The list of factors to make Kunikida’s ideal woman was. . . extensive and informational. The list seemed to go on infinitely, characteristic after characteristic.
There were a couple of general traits that you had. Stuff like hard-working and kind. But some of the more specific characteristics that were written in his notebook, did not describe you whatsoever. You felt sick to your stomach, now. You had been in love with Kunikida for so long that the girls often teased you into making a move and now, you find out that Kunikida wants a woman who is nothing like you.
Tears started falling from your face the more you stared at Kunikida’s notebook and Dazai felt like absolute shit. He doesn’t understand what he got wrong, it was so obvious to him how Kunikida feels about you.
Wanting to comfort you, Dazai placed a hand on your shoulder. He softly took the book from your hands, you simply let him. Dazai stood in front of you, “I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t know. . .”
You looked up at him, giving him a teary-eyed smile. Not wanting him to feel bad, you responded, “It’s okay Dazai. It’s not your fault. At least I now know that I never had a chance.”
Dazai looked down at you, “I promise I wouldn’t have made you read it, if I had known. I swear that I thought he felt for you.”
You stood up, wiping your hands on your work skirt. You gave Dazai a forced smile, “Really, it’s okay, Dazai. Please don’t feel bad.”
You gave him a quick hug, making sure to get your point across before making your way to the cafe downstairs. You needed to clear your head for a bit.
You were towards the back of the cafe, enjoying a coffee and people watching. You had calmed down quite a bit but you were still a bit heartbroken at the news. You’re just lucky you hadn’t run into him yet.
Dr. Yosano and Naomi Tanizaki walked up to you with a stressed looking Junichiro being dragged along. You gave them all a smile, “Wanna join me?”
Naomi dragged her brother into the opposite side of the booth as you and Yosano sat next to you. She turned to you, “We were thinking of throwing a little party this weekend at the agency. Will you come?”
You gave her a dubious expression, “I don’t know. You know I’m not much of a party person.”
Naomi piped up, “It’s just a small get together. A break from all the work we do.”
Yosano hummed, seeing you hesitate, “There will be food and booze.”
Upon hearing that, you immediately agreed. You deserved to let loose and unwind.
All week, you’ ve been a mess. Kunikida ended up getting in a fight with Dazai about stealing his notebook, yet again, and thankfully your name was kept out of it. You’ve tried your best to avoid Kunikida as best you could without it being obvious. He’s been nothing but kind to you, as he always is, but you couldn’t help but remember that he definitely doesn’t love you the way that you love him.
He must have sensed that something was up with you. After a week of you avoiding him, he was quick to approach you, “Hey, y/n.”
You looked up from your book, shocked. You came down to the cafe for your lunch break and decided to spend it reading. It was as subtle as you could be to stay away from the handsome man in front of you. Remembering that he had greeted you, you finally responded, “Hello.”
Kunikida sat down across from you. Usually, the fact that he would want to sit with you rather than work would send you into a blushing frenzy. But now, it sent unease swirling in your gut as you were reminded of his ideals, seeing the notebook peeking out of his jacket pocket.
“I feel like we haven’t talked in a bit. I wanted to check on you,” he stated, matter of factly. As he pushed his glasses further up his nose, you took note of the slight tremor in his hand, a sign of his true worry for you.
“I’m good, just a little busy working,” you explained. It wasn’t exactly a lie, as you had been working a lot to keep your mind off of the man in front of you.
He gave you a look, as if he didn’t believe you, but decided against pushing it. “I have a missing persons case and I was wondering if you would accompany me.”
Dubiously, you questioned, “What about Ranpo? And isn’t Dazai your partner?”
Kunikida squinted at you, “Ranpo is being Ranpo, so no help from him. I’m also in no mood to deal with the likes of Dazai.”
You watched Kunikida's jaw clench at the mention of Dazai. Ever since Dazai had stolen his notebook, for probably the umpteenth time, Kunikida has been more pissed off than usual with the bandaged freak. You had a feeling that he knew Dazai shared the contents of his ideals with you but since he never spoke of it, you didn’t bring it up either.
Despite your better judgment, you agreed to tag along. You still felt for him and it was impossible for you to deny your heart’s wish of spending all the time you can with him.
The case was a bit cut and dry. You and Kunikida fell into your usual partner routine and it felt normal between you guys for the first time in a week. You guys had always worked well together so it wasn’t exactly a surprise when the both of you had solved the case by the end of the night.
Walking back to the agency, you broke the comfortable silence. With a tinge of hope in your voice, you asked him, “Are you coming to the little party that the girls are having tomorrow?”
“I was hoping to get home before the festivities start,” he replied, giving you a look. “I’m surprised that you want to go. Those aren’t usually your thing.”
You blushed at the fact that he knew you that well. “Well, I’m not one to pass on food and booze. I really hope you make an appearance.”
Now why the hell did you say that? The main reason that you were going was so your heart could be protected from him. It looks like your heart and brain don’t seem to be connected at the moment.
Kunikida sighed, but smiled nonetheless, “I might be able to fit it into my schedule, for you.”
Your smile increased tenfold when hearing that. Why did you want to forget about him in the first place?
The next night, you really let loose. Kunikida ended up coming but refused to drink. You had been happily singing and dancing with Naomi and Atsushi, thoroughly enjoying the night. By the end of it, you may have been just a little more drunk than was good for you.
You had tumbled into the nearest person, who happened to be Dazai. He spoke to you, “I think you should head home now, y/n.”
You pushed him away from you and announced, “I’m completely fine-” then tripped over your own feet. Kunikida, who has been keeping a keen eye on you all night, was quick to catch your falling body.
“Dazai’s right. Let me take you home,” he informed you, wrapping your arms on him so he could walk you.
“Ooh, Kunikida, at least take me to dinner first before we do that,” you easily replied. Your loose tongue will be the death of you, but you were too drunk to care.
He didn’t even offer you a reply, just a sharp, scolding look. Wordlessly, he walked until you were outside. The fresh air felt nice on your hot body.
On your way back to your place, Kunikida finally let go of you, once it seemed that you could walk straight-ish without falling over. The silence that had washed over both of you was making you slightly uncomfortable. Did he really not want to talk to you at all?
You didn’t fill the silence until the both of you had made it to your couch and he brought you a glass of water. “Doppo, what’s wrong with me?”
Kunikida was both surprised at your use of his first name as well as your question. He was so gobsmacked that he never answered you.
“I just mean, I’m not your ideal woman, like at all. Dazai and I read each of the traits you wrote down that you want in a woman and I only fit like a handful,” you explained. You cupped your hands together to show him a handful. “The worst part is that with every fiber of my being, I still want to be with you, despite knowing that I would not make you happy. And I just want you to be happy.”
Kunikida was sweating next to you. He just found out that you feel the exact same way he does for you but that you don’t feel worthy of him. He wanted to explain it all to you but knew that with you being as drunk as you were, it would fall on deaf ears. I mean, you were already half asleep next to him at the moment.
He broke from his thoughts to kiss your forehead, before replying, “We will talk about this in the morning, when you’re sober. There is no reason for you to be worried.”
You were asleep before you heard him speak.
The next morning, you woke up feeling like absolute shit. You flipped over, facing away from the sunlit blinds, to find a glass of water and some pain relievers. Without wondering where they came from, you took both greedily.
A knock on the door startled you, not knowing who could possibly be in your apartment right now. After a few seconds, Kunikida came in holding a hot cup of tea. He was just wearing his usual black shirt and khakis, the vest and bow gone. His hair was a little messy and his glasses were crooked. If this is what he looks like in the morning, you do not mind one bit.
“I slept on your couch, I hope that’s okay. I wanted to make sure you weren’t too sick today,” he offered you the cup of tea.
You gladly took the cup of tea and gave him a smile, “Of course. I’m assuming the fact that I’m in bed and not passed out on the office floors, you took me home.”
“You would be right,” he nervously pushed his glasses up his nose. “Do you remember anything from last night?”
You remembered enough to be shamefully embarrassed. Without looking at him, you replied, “Yup.”
Kunikida let out a sigh of relief. He wiped his hands on his pants before speaking, “Thank you for being honest. Now I would like to explain myself since I didn’t get a chance last night.”
You coughed and blushed, embarrassed. You were unsure of where this conversation may go, your stomach swirling with unease.
“Now, let me begin by saying that the ideal traits in a woman that you read, were written ages ago, long before I met you,” He gave you a look but you were too busy staring at your tea cup to notice. You didn’t want to get your hopes up but you still listened.
“You should know that my ideals are important to me, but it can be said that they will age just as I age. I think one of the ideals that can be added would be that ‘she loves me, even after reading my ideals’ or that ‘she wants me to be happy,’” Kunikida explained.
You finally looked up at him. The look he was giving you was filled with pure adoration, something that was mirrored on your face. You carefully set your tea down, before looking at him again, “So what are you saying, Doppo?”
He inched closer to you, “I’m saying that there is no woman other than you, that is for me. If you will have me of course.”
Without hesitation, you replied, “Of course, I’ll have you.”
The space between you felt magnetic. The both of you were getting closer to each other without even realizing. Without a word, you filled the gap between you, kissing Kunikida with as much passion as you had.
In shock, he failed to kiss you back. That was until you kissed him with extra fervor. He got the idea and didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. You felt at peace in this moment and if it was possible, you would never leave.
A/N if you can figure out what book I based your ability on, we have to get married. thems the rules ;)
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(3.4k words)
You sat in your office, sewing kit in hand, doing your best to not cry out in pain. God, why did stitches have to hurt so bad?
There was a knock on your door before someone came in. Too focused on your task, you didn’t bother looking up to see who had entered.
“Wow, rough mission?” Chuuya Nakahara commented, sarcastically. He was your very attractive, charming, funny, hot, charming, and did I mention attractive boss.
“I’m sure you can use that big brain of yours to see all of these cuts,” you replied. The pain was making you grumpy. You dropped the needle and thread, taking a break. The ripped portrait on your lap felt like a heavy weight.
“If it hurts so bad, why don’t you just do it tomorrow?” Chuuya replied. He took off his hat and his coat, leaving them on your door. He ruffled his hair before taking a seat in the single chair across from your desk. You let your eyes watch as he relaxed in your space.
You placed the portrait on top of your desk, getting up. You grabbed a cold water bottle and some ice cubes from the fridge. You placed the ice cubes on your arm, immediately letting out a sigh of relief. “Because, if I have to go on an impromptu mission, I need to be in tip-top shape. It’s better to get it done as early as possible.”
“Let me help, sweetheart,” Chuuya offered, making you flush, before picking up the sewing supplies and pulling the portrait closer to him. As soon as the first stitch was placed through the canvas, you felt the pain race through your arm.
You sat in front of Chuuya, watching him work on your portrait. The silence is only broken by your pained hisses. A ding was heard from Chuuya’s phone. Checking it, he let out a sigh. “Well, look at that timing.”
He placed your portrait down, and you watched as all of his stitchwork faded until the portrait looked as good as knew. With your portrait all fixed up, you let out a sigh of relief seeing the painting of yourself all clean and unmarred.
“What’s up?” you asked. You picked the portrait up and hung it up in its secret cubby hole, placing an extra painting on top of it, efficiently hiding it.
“We have an impromptu mission. Some weapons have been going missing at one of our warehouses and Mori wants us to check it out,” Chuuya informed you. He got up to put his hat and coat back on. You grabbed your gun off your desk, tucking it in your back waistband before making sure that the knives holstered on your thighs were in place.
Following Chuuya, you asked, “Do you think it’s a traitor or an outsider?”
Chuuya shrugged one shoulder, waving his hand around as he explained, “If it was an outsider, we would have known about it earlier. It’s definitely a rat, wanting to make more money for themselves.”
The both of you made your way to the parking lot. Chuuya climbed onto his motorcycle, scooting slightly forward to make room for you. You climbed on, settling behind him. You loved his motorcycle, or more specifically, the times when you got to ride it with him. It was the only time where it was socially appropriate for you to be holding onto him.
Sometimes when Chuuya took sharp turns or swerved through the streets to scare you, you could feel his stomach tense and ripple as he laughed at your nervous squeaks. The more nervous you got with his driving, the tighter you held onto him so he knew he would never stop teasing you like that.
At the warehouse, the both of you snuck your way through the secret executive entrance from the roof. You both wanted to watch the operations without being noticed to see if anything looked suspicious.
You watched as a tall man looked around his coworkers. You patted Chuuya’s arm, grabbed his attention and pointed at the man you were watching.
The both of you watched as, thinking no one was paying attention, moved one of the full crates towards a back section of the room before returning to his post.
You blushed as Chuuya placed his hand in yours, thankfully he was too busy staring at the man to notice your flushed expression. Chuuya used his ability bringing the both of you down until you were equal with the man.
“What do we have here?” Chuuya asked, announcing your presence. You pulled one of your knives off your thigh, twirling it around your fingers, looking the spitting image of an intimidating mafioso.
“Do you smell that, sir?” you turned towards Chuuya. The man was looking at the both of you, a bewildered yet frightened expression on his face.
“I think I do, y/n. It kinda smells like a rat,” Chuuya answered, a smirk dancing on his pretty face. The both of you surrounded the man on two sides. Other people in the warehouse backed away, sensing that something was up. How smart of everyone, to give you space. It looks like your reputations might precede you.
“What’s your name, boy?” you asked from behind him. Your face was inches away from the back of his shoulder. You brought your knife up, tickling the back of his neck with it. A crazed smile painted itself on your face upon noticing the shivers and goosebumps that wracked his body.
The man stood ramrod straight, sweat building on his face, “O-Oscar.”
“Well, Oscar. You’ll never guess what my partner and I just witnessed,” you toyed with him. Chuuya chuckled at your antics, watching you in amusement. This wasn’t the first time you played with your food and Chuuya adored watching you at work, not that you knew this.
“Can I take over, sir?” you asked, not taking your eyes off of Oscar.
Chuuya gave you a smirk, “Go ahead, have your fun.”
You gave Chuuya a smile before circling Oscar until you were in front of him. He was taller than you but any onlookers would definitely be able to tell which one of you was the one in charge.
You backed up, standing a few feet in front of Oscar. Pointing your knife in his direction, you asked, “Do you happen to know anything about stolen weapons?”
Without answering, Oscar pulled a gun from his waistband. You smiled at the shake in his hand, “Ooh, this will be fun. Come on, Oscar. Shoot me.”
Unsurprisingly, Oscar pulled the trigger, shooting a bullet into your stomach. The bullet shot straight through your stomach, leaving a hole in its spot. You watched in amusement as he took in the sight. The hole in your stomach glowed green before filling in itself, leaving nothing but a bruise in its wake.
Horrified, Oscar questioned, “What the hell are you?”
“You see, dear friend, my special ability allows me to avoid being wounded. I have a special painting that takes my damage for me. When I’m done here, I’ll have to stitch up my portrait so I’m good as new,” you explained, bragging about your ability.
You loved the fearful look people got when they thought that there was no way to harm you. “Now, I would love for you to shoot me again so I can show off my power but I recently ran out of sewing thread and I’m not in the mood to do repairs.”
Oscar stared at you, dread filling his eyes, “You’re fucking crazy!”
A sinister smile graced your face, a look that Chuuya admired from afar, before you replied, “I think I prefer the word wild!”
Immediately you sprung into action, knocking the gun from Oscar’s hand with a kick. You got behind him, wrapping your arm around his neck and pressed your knife into his cheek.
Chuuya finally stepped forward, a smirk on his face, “Why were you stealing weapons from us?”
Oscar had tears in his eyes, “I just wanted some extra cash. I’ll give the money back if you let me go.”
You laughed as Chuuya stepped closer. He simply responded, “Are you working for someone? If you tell us the truth, I won’t kill you.”
“I-I’m not working for anyone. I was just going to sell them on the black market for myself,” Oscar answered. Both you and Chuuya could tell he was telling the truth.
You dug the knife into his cheek a bit more, drawing blood, before exclaiming, “Well, that’s just dandy. Since you told us the truth, we have some special plans for you.”
Oscar shook in your grasp, “You said you would let me live.”
Chuuya chuckled, “I said that I wouldn’t kill you. I never said anything about my wild partner here.”
After everything was taken care of, you and Chuuya were sitting on a bench overlooking the ocean. The both of you had take out boxes in hand, enjoying dinner together.
“I always forget how you can get sometimes,” Chuuya mentioned. “It’s always a treat to watch you work.”
“Thank you. It’s my favorite way to unwind,” you responded. The thrill of a fight was why you joined up with the Port Mafia, so it was understandable that you enjoyed what you did.
Chuuya released a sigh, “I get what you mean.”
He grabbed your empty take out box and got up to throw away both of your trash. He sat down, slightly closer than he was before, making you shiver at his proximity.
Chuuya looked at you, “Are you cold?”
“Just a little bit,” you responded, not willing to tell him that the reason you were shivering was him.
Chuuya stood to remove his coat. Sitting back down next to you, he wrapped the coat around you. You could feel the heat in your face as he grazed your arms.
“Thank you,” you responded, snuggling into his coat, basking in his scent.
Being alone right now with Chuuya was calm. You weren't working on a mission or in the middle of some kind of fist fight. It was just the two of you, sitting under a street light, admiring the stars and the ocean around you.
The only problem was that you could sometimes get lost in your head, mostly about your place in the mafia.
"Can I ask you something, Sir?" you wondered aloud. You picked at the lint on your pants just so you didn't have to look up at him.
"Sure and also you don't have to call me sir outside of work," Chuuya replied, bumping your shoulder with his. You looked up at him to see he had a soft smile on his face.
You finally spoke up, asking, "Do you think I'm fit to be in the mafia?”
Chuuya gave you a bewildered look, “Of course you are. Did you not just see the job well done we just did?”
You traced the features of his face with your eyes. You took in the way the streetlight made his hair shine a little brighter red and the way the night sky was reflecting in his pretty eyes. It took all of your willpower to drag your gaze away from him, not willing to be caught staring like that.
“I mean, yeah but you could have easily done that yourself. You’re so much more skilled in combat that I am and it’s understandable why I’m just your subordinate. Sometimes I just feel a little inferior. Don’t get me wrong, I love working with you. My missions with you are always my favorite-” you rambled, cutting yourself off before you reveal too much to the red-head.
Staring at your hands in your lap, you missed the soft gaze that Chuuya gave you. He got up from the bench and stood in front of you. You thought he was about to walk away until he spoke up, “You’re a lot more powerful than you give yourself credit for. You are my wild and free partner, not just my subordinate. My right-hand woman. My partner in crime, if you will.”
You both chuckled at the title and you finally looked up at Chuuya. He had his hands in his pockets and was smiling down at you. All you could do was look up and admire him. The both of you couldn’t look away from the other, a certain tension filling the air.
Chuuya offered you his hand, “Come on. We need to write our reports for the day.”
You grabbed his hand to get up, not bothering to hide the flush on your cheeks. Smiling at him, you asked with a pout, “Will you do mine for me, ChuChu?”
“Not a chance, sweetheart,” Chuuya chuckled.
A few weeks later, you were sitting in your office sulking and overthinking every interaction you’ve ever had with Chuuya. Since that night, when you expressed your feelings of inferiority, Chuuya has been acting differently.
After missions, he never fails to remind you how well you did. If you get hurt, he’s the one who offers to stitch your painting just so you don’t have to. He talks to you and teases you to distract you from the pain. He even asked if you wanted to spar together, claiming that sparring is a good bonding exercise for partners.
You loved all the little things he has been doing. It’s like your conversation sparked something in Chuuya that made him want to be a better partner to you. There was only one slight problem with all of this. A new woman had joined the Port Mafia since then and Chuuya was assigned to facilitate her arrival.
She seemed nice enough, the few times you had talked to her. She also didn’t seem to have any kind of romantic interest in Chuuya. It still bothered you, how much they were together.
Just the other day, you went to Chuuya’s office after finishing your work, to see if he wanted to get takeout with you. Through his office door that was wide open, you watched as they were giggling and laughing together. The smile that Chuuya had on his face as he was talking to her made you feel sick. Why couldn’t he give you that smile?
If you had stayed any longer and listened, you would have heard Chuuya talking about you and asking her for advice.
A knock on your door interrupted your dreary reverie. Chuuya slipped into your office, “I have a mission to go to. Do you want to tag along? It’s kind of a stake out and it’ll be boring.”
Bitterly and without thought, you replied, “Why don’t you take Ms. Sunshine? I’m sure she can entertain you.”
Chuuya gave you a bewildered look, not understanding what you were implying. He stepped closer to your desk, leaning both hands on it, “Who shit in your cereal? I asked you to join me because I wanted you to join. Seeing as you are in need of comfort and have been cooped up in here all day, I am now hereby ordering you to join me.”
Chuuya had a charming smirk on his face and you, being defenseless to his charms, relented. “Fine, let’s go.”
Chuuya only smirked wider, forcing you to roll your eyes and look away. You grabbed your belongings and made your way to the parking lot with him. Seeing as it was a stakeout, you grabbed one of the mafia cars. Chuuya’s motorcycle would be a bit too flashy.
Sitting in the driver seat, you refused to look at Chuuya. If he could feel your bitterness towards him during the car ride, he said nothing of it. This stakeout was near a large park which you thought was a little odd but didn't mention anything about it. Chuuya never mentioned what you were watching for so you just looked around for anything that might be out of sorts.
“What’s up with you?” Chuuya broke the silence of the car. Coat discarded in the backseat, he had his body angling towards you.
Ignoring the way he was intently staring at you, you replied dryly, “There’s nothing up with me.”
“I know you’re lying, you can tell me what’s wrong. If it’s because I’ve been busy lately, I promise to make it up to you. Also you should know more than anyone about busy mafia schedules,” Chuuya explained.
Hastily, you commented, “Oh, I know you’ve been busy. Mister Dark and Miss Sunshine prancing the headquarters halls, laughing without a care in the world. Can hear it all the way from my office.”
You don’t know why you had said anything at all about his relationship with the new girl. You weren’t together, so it’s not like he owed you anything. You were just salty and feeling a bit neglected or unseen.
Chuuya stared at you for a long time, assessing you. His gaze made you squirm, feeling like he was going to unearth all of your secrets that you’ve kept hidden away.
“Interesting,” was the only thing he said. He just stared at you, a smile on his face. Somehow, you knew that he knew what you were hiding.
“What?” you snapped, unable to ignore his amused silence. A blush was tinting your cheeks at this point.
“Oh, nothing. You’re just interesting,” Chuuya cooly responded. He leaned forward, close yet still so far away from you. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re jealous-” he waved his hand, nonchalantly, “-but that can’t be.”
“Why can’t it be?” you asked, a slight tremor in your voice. You were unsure of where this conversation could be going and you refused to look at him.
His charming smirk still planted on his face, he answered with a lilt, “‘Cause, if you were jealous, that would mean you like me. And seeing as I am your superior, it would be extremely inappropriate for us to fraternize. I think I heard Mori mention that fraternization was punishable by death.”
You gulped. You never heard of this rule against fraternization but it’s not like you kept up with that sort of thing. It would definitely make sense that you couldn’t be with your superior. Stewing in your fear and thoughts, you missed the laugh that Chuuya was trying so hard to keep in.
You eventually looked up to find him smiling widely at you. Dubiously, you questioned, “What are you smiling at. . .Sir?” The title comes out of your mouth feeling like needles.
Chuuya never answered you. He stared at you for a second longer before grabbing the back of your neck. He guided your face closer to his and absolutely adored the shiver he caused with his proximity. It felt like eternity was passing as you waited for him to do anything.
Against your lips, he whispered, “There are no such rules about that. I was only messing with you. You can do with me as you please.”
You were embarrassed for only a moment before his last sentence had butterflies swirling in your stomach. Without hesitation, you removed the distance between you.
It wasn’t a rough kiss, something you imagined Chuuya would have been like. It was a soft and adoring kiss. He kissed you like you were the only one that he could ever want and right now, you understood that it was true. Running out of breath, you both slowly back away, a wide smile covering your face.
“You know, Sweetheart, jealousy looks extremely hot on you,” Chuuya smirked.
You blushed and smacked him on the top of his head, knocking his hat onto his lap, “Whatever, ChuChu. Now let’s get back to the stakeout.”
You pointedly looked away from him, not wanting him to see how much he affected you.
Chuuya laughed, “There is no mission. I just wanted to get you alone. And let me just say, you look picture perfect under the glow of midnight.”
You looked back at him, shocked. You swooned at his charm before kissing him again, anything to keep his mouth from talking anymore. This man was going to be the death of you.
A/N i definetly headcanon that Inumaki listens to Fujii Kaze on blast!! also look at him, he's so pretty ughhhhhh
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(3.6k words)
“Come on, it’s so obvious y/n,” Yuuta sighs.
“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” you reply defiantly.
About a week ago, Inumaki left for a solo mission. Since then, you have been bothering Yuuta to entertain yourself. You’ve been close friends with him since he came to the school so it wasn’t out of the norm for you to hang out with him a lot of the time.
You’ve had feelings for Inumake since you met him, but you didn’t realize it until Yuuta became desperate to get you to see past your denial. These conversations about your feelings for the cursed speech user happened pretty often.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Yuta stared at you. He started waving his hand around as he spoke, “Anyone with eyes can see the way you look at him, as well as the way he looks at you.”
“We are just best friends. We’re only so close because I was the first student to meet him,” you explained. When he came to the school, you two immediately hit it off. Even with his rice ball language, you always seemed to understand what he was trying to convey. Panda likes to joke that your cursed technique is to read Inumaki’s mind.
As if reading your mind, Yuuta brought this point up, “Then explain how you are so in tune with him. You always know exactly what he’s saying and you guys can just look at each other and have a conversation without saying anything.” Yuta always found it confusing yet fascinating the way that you and Inumaki communicate.
This is the first time when having this conversation with Yuta, that you accepted that he was right. With Inumaki being gone on such a long mission, you’ve come to realize how much you miss him. And without him by your side like he always is, you’ve had a lot of alone time to read into your own mind to figure out how you felt about him. You never realize what you have until it’s gone, you guess.
With a resigned sigh, you finally relented, “Fine. You’re right.”
Instead of teasing you, like Maki or Panda would, Yuuta gives you a soft smile. “Why don’t you tell him then?”
“Are you kidding? I only just figured out these feelings this week. Plus I can’t ruin the friendship that we have,” you wave your hands in Yuuta’s face, trying to convey your issue.
“If he somehow doesn’t have feelings for you, you wouldn’t ruin your friendship. He cares too much about you,” Yuuta comforted you.
As if the universe was listening to the both of you, you saw Inumaki make his way to the tree you and Yuta were under. He had his duffel bag still in his hands, meaning after getting back from his mission he went straight to find you guys.
“Toge,” you screamed, getting up. You ran up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. The force of your body against his almost made him fall back, but he kept his balance and wrapped his arms around you.
If you weren’t so excited and were paying attention, you would have noticed the painful grunt that fell from Inumaki’s lips from your hug. You also didn’t notice the look that Yuuta shared with him. You weren’t the only one that expressed feelings for the other to Yuta.
-
Later, you and Inumaki were in his room sitting in his bed, plates of food on both of your laps.
Throwing your empty takeout box away, you grabbed the tv remote, “What should we watch? I was thinking like a stupid rom/com.”
Hearing a quiet “salmon” you put on the first movie you saw in the genre list, not caring to read the description at all.
When you watched movies with Inumaki, you guys always cuddled. So it was second nature for you to lay your head on his stomach and wrap your arms around his waist. Inumaki winced at your grip on him.
“Is there something wrong?” you looked up at him. You guys always cuddled so you didn’t think he was uncomfortable with your arms around him.
“Bonito flakes,” he tightly replied, with a shake of his head. He didn’t want you to let go of him.
You didn’t quite believe him but you laid your head down and snuggled closer to him. He tensed again before relaxing a little.
You sat back up, “Spit it out, Inumaki.”
The irony of your statement wasn’t lost on you but you were too focused on what was wrong with him.
Inumaki knew better than to argue with you. He sighed and leaned his head back against the headboard. Pointing at his stomach, “Tuna.”
“What’s wrong with your stomach?” you questioned.
Inumaki sighed and carefully lifted up his school uniform. Normally, the sight of his stomach would send you into a frenzy with how good he looked, but this time was different. His stomach was littered with bruises and cuts presumably from whatever curses he was fighting during his mission.
“Toge,” you whispered, bringing your hand to his stomach. “Rough mission, huh.”
He chuckled at your observation. Most of the cuts had healed but the blue and red marks still showed evidence of the fight.
“Do you still hurt?” you questioned, dropping his shirt. He nodded his head softly.
“I’ll be right back then,” you smiled. He rolled his eyes at you as he watched you walk around his room, grabbing a cloth and then a cup of ice from the mini-fridge.
You sat back down next to Inumaki, fully facing him. You wrapped some of the ice in the cloth before softly laying the cloth on his stomach.
“Turn around. I want to give you a massage for all your hard work,” you broke the silence with a goofy smile.
Inumaki laughed quietly and took the cloth out of your hands, brushing his fingers with yours. The small touch sent electricity flying through you.
Now that you’ve realized your feelings for him, you’re starting to notice more things you didn’t think you would ever pay attention to. How soft his hands are, the ridges and muscles of his arms, the way his nose crinkles when he snorts at something you said.
These are things you already noticed about Inumaki since knowing him. You simply thought you were an observant person but you never noticed those kinds of things about Maki or Yuta. It was obvious now, why you noticed little insignificant details like that about the boy sitting across from you.
Breaking you from your train of thought, Inumaki turns his body so his back is facing you, offering you a quiet, “Tuna mayo.”
“Right,” you hoped he didn’t see the blush that was blooming across your face and ears.
You laid your hands on his shoulders, rubbing your palms in hard circles. At first, Inumaki tensed at the pressure but soon he sighed and relaxed into your touch. Eventually your hands wandered from his shoulders to his neck then back down towards his arms.
Feeling exceptionally bold, you wrapped your hands around his biceps. Inumaki didn’t need to do much hand to hand combat so you knew that his arms probably did not need massaging. That didn’t stop you from letting your hands wander indulgently. Despite his short and lean stature, you could still feel the hardness of muscles on his shoulders and arms.
Inumaki turned his head to look at you, smirking, “Salmon roe.”
“What are you looking at, Inumaki?” you huffed. You finally released your hands from his body as he turned back around to face you.
He leaned over to his night stand to grab the notebook and pen that were sitting on it. He flipped through hundreds of filled pages and eventually stopped on an empty one. He wrote something before turning the book towards you.
IDK. I think I’m looking at a beast ;p
“How rude,” you sighed, crossing your arms. You failed to hide the smile that was plastered on your face, sarcastically replying, “If I’m so hard to look at, I think I’ll just leave then.”
You pretended like you were going to get up but Inumaki grabbed your hands forcing you to stay put next to him.
You both giggled at the familiar banter you shared and suddenly you felt as if all your troubles were melting away.
“I really missed you this week, Toge,” you whispered, truthfully.
Toge simply replied with, “Salmon,” looking like he wanted to say more than that.
“Give me your pen,” you commanded. He looked at you confused before doing as told.
You started to write, simply letting the words fly off of your hands and then eventually into Toge’s heart.
I really like you, Toge Inumaki. I miss you when you’re gone and I care exceptionally when you get hurt. You are the most important person in my life and will always have a place in my heart. I would rather die than be separated from you.
You placed the notebook in front of Toge watching as he read your note. He quickly wrote something down too and handed the notebook back to you.
^ ditto
You giggled at him before throwing your arms around his neck, his bruises long forgotten. He grunted at the pain but only pulled you tighter into him.
You buried your face into his neck and started to leave small kisses there. Toge whimpered at the feeling of your lips on him which only encouraged you further. You made a trail of kisses and bites until you made your way to his face. You kissed both of the marks on his cheeks then hovered your lips above his.
He was breathing hard, trying to catch his breath, which made you smile at the effect you had on him. Toge pushed forward, trying to catch your lips, but you pulled back with a teasing smile.
“Do you want to kiss me?” you asked, your voice turning sultry. Toge didn’t expect this kind of teasing from you but he wasn’t complaining. He whined at your words.
“I think you should use your words. How else am I going to know what you want?” you smirked. You were surprised by what you said but you didn’t backtrack.
Toge was beyond surprised at what you asked him to do. He gave you a look as if to ask are you sure which you gave a confident nod to.
Toge wasted no time, whispering, “Kiss me.”
The sound of his cursed speech washed over you, forcing you to bring your lips to his into a passionate kiss. You initially thought that the lack of control on your body would scare you but the longer you kissed Toge, the more the feeling excited you.
The two of you made out for what felt like ages. You weren’t sure when the cursed command gave you control of your body back, still kissing Toge like you wanted to steal away his breath.
Toge pulled back and searched your face. For what, you weren’t sure.
“Mustard leaf?” he asked you, hands fisting your shirt.
“I’m okay. I’m perfect right now,” you replied. You moved yourself to sit on his lap and laid a soft kiss onto his forehead. He sighed and rested his hands on your waist.
“I would love to continue, but only if you’re okay with that,” you offered, shyly. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
“Salmon. Salmon,” Toge replied, excitedly. He kissed all over your face making you giggle. You softly pushed him back until he was laying down and you were hovering above him.
“Can I take this off?” you asked, seductively, holding the edge of his shirt. Toge’s breathing was fast again, heart beating in anticipation.
“S-salmon,” he stuttered. You felt euphoric at hearing the crack in his voice.
You lifted it softly, kissing up his stomach as it was revealed. He helped you pull the shirt all the way off and flung it to the side.
Staring at him like this was a euphoric feeling. You never thought that you would be looking at a shirtless Toge who’s red in the face and breathing so hard.
You focused on his cuts and bruises from his mission, bringing your lips down to kiss each one. Toge whined each time your lips tasted his skin, even bucking his hips up in search of friction.
You sat on his lap to keep him still, “Be patient. Let me admire and take care of what’s mine.”
Your words sent a shiver down his body making him whine again.
Kissing your way down his stomach you stopped just above his shorts, tugging on the waistband. You looked back up to his red tinted face and made him watch you pull his shorts off until he was only in his briefs.
“Tuna mayo,” he breathed.
“You want me to take mine off too?” you questioned innocently. “I don’t know if you deserve it. You left your girl all alone this week.”
You both knew that a mission is important and can’t be skipped, that didn’t stop you from teasing him.
“Bonito flakes,” he moaned, shifting his hips under you, desperate for anything.
“Fine, I’ll stop teasing,” you sighed. You stood up and stripped down to nothing. Inumaki watched you with rapt attention, not letting his eyes leave you once.
Once you had nothing on, you sauntered back over to him and sat on his legs. You bent over him, kissing him until he was breathing hard again. The feeling of your bare chest on his as well as the heat that was radiating from your core was sending him into a frenzy.
He moaned into the kiss, encouraging you to get a move on. You bent until your face was inches away from the tent in his briefs. You blew air on him and watched as he squirmed at the lack of touch.
Eventually, you stopped teasing and pulled his briefs off. His cock jumped to life, now freed of its confines. You drooled at the sight of him, all flushed and pink.
“Geez, Toge. Didn’t know you were hiding this under all those clothes,” you giggled. He had the prettiest dick you have ever seen. It was the perfect length to fit anywhere you wanted it to.
Inumaki chuckled at your joke before whining again when you softly grabbed him. You put one hand on his cock and one hand massaging his thighs. You let your hand roam his thighs, feeling the lithe muscles twitch under your palms.
Inumaki’s breathing steadily increased as he watched you, patiently waiting for you to do anything. Eventually, you stopped teasing and moved your hand, jerking him off. You hadn’t put your mouth on him yet, so it wasn’t all that lubricated. You decided to fix that.
You put the head of his cock in your mouth, flicking your tongue on the underside of it. He moaned at the feeling of your lips around him and you moaned at the taste of his precum.
You put your mouth to work, drooling a bit to add lubrication for your one hand to jerk him off. You jerked him off switching between a fast pace and a slow pace. He was writhing in place letting pretty moans and whimpers fall from his lips.
You unwrapped your lips from him to catch your breath, licking the underside of his cock instead. Inumaki placed a hand in your hair, not to guide you but simply to ground himself.
As you held his balls in one hand and licked the bottom of his cockhead, he quickly pulled you off of him with a drawn out moan. He was breathing extremely hard and you knew that he stopped you from making him cum.
“Why don’t you wanna cum, babyboy?” you asked with an “innocent” head tilt. You brought your head down to kiss along a bruise on his stomach, careful to not put too much pressure as to hurt him.
“Tuna mayo,” Inumake responded. He looked extremely frustrated. You couldn’t tell if it was because he basically edged himself or the fact that he couldn’t voice what he was thinking about.
Inumaki placed a hand on his face and leaned back with a sigh. Worried that something was wrong, you sat back on his legs and stopped touching him.
“Is something wrong, Toge? We can stop if you want too, I won’t be mad,” you asked. You gave him a comforting smile so he knew you were being sincere.
“Bonito Flakes,” he quickly responded, shaking his head and hands in a no motion. You giggled at his expression.
“If you don’t want to stop, then what's wrong?” you asked, a sultry tone overtaking your voice again.
You crawled up his body so your face was closer to his. You kissed him, hoping to calm whatever nerves he may have had. You stopped upon having a realization, saying, “Would you like to tell me what to do, Toge? Is that what’s wrong?”
Inumaki gave you a dubious expression before slightly nodding his head. You would have missed the motion if all your senses weren’t in tune with his.
You gave him a wide, but comforting smile, “I don’t mind. I would love to try that if you’re okay with that. I have to admit that I’ve thought of it before.”
You had a crimson tint on your face at your admission but you trusted Inumaki with every fiber of your being so you didn’t have to be embarrassed.
Inumaki stared at you like you had hung the stars in the sky, a loving smile adorning his pretty face. You leaned down, kissed each mark on his cheeks before giving him a real kiss on his lips.
“You can command me to do more than just kiss you. I trust you,” you told him. Faces inches apart, he breathed a sigh before kissing you more.
With a raspy, yet pretty, voice, he commanded, “Ride me.”
Immediately, your body moved down until your cunt was hovering above his cock. Without hesitation, you slowly slid down until he was fully sheathed in you, both of you moaning at the euphoric feeling.
The best part about his command, you noticed, was that your thighs weren’t getting tired. You rode him with extra fervor that you might not have been able to otherwise. You placed your hands on Inumaki’s neck, leaning down to catch his lips.
He placed his hands on your hips to guide your movements until he was hitting the perfect spot inside you that left spots dotting your vision.
His command must have been wearing off because soon you could feel the burn of your thighs, constant movement and the stuttering of your hips. As you struggled to focus on riding him, Inumaki kept his hands on your waist to keep you still as he pistoned his hips up into you.
The both of you were moaning so loud that there was no way other people hadn’t heard you guys. That thought left your brain as soon as it came, distracted by the feel of Inumaki.
You leaned down a final time, catching a kiss from Inumaki, moaning into his mouth.
“I love you, Toge Inumaki,” you gasped between moans. Toge smiled and pounded into you harder.
“Cum, please,” he commanded begged. With a sharp cry of Toge’s name, you came. The feeling of your walls fluttering around him made him groan before he spilled all he had into you.
Inumaki guided your hips, until the both of you gradually stopped moving at all, prolonging the euphoric feeling of both of your orgasms.
With Inumaki’s cock still buried deep in you, you laid down on his chest, careful to not put too much pressure on the scattered bruises. He brought his hands up until his arms circled you.
You both laid in the aftermath of sex, basking in the feel of each other's embrace. You whined when Inumaki finally pulled out of you, getting up. He grabbed the towel from earlier, the ice now fully melted, and used the wet cloth to clean the both of you up.
He then sat against the headboard, bringing you closer to him until you were laying against his side. He leaned over to grab the forgotten notebook and pen and scribbled some words down.
I love you more than words can say. I wish more than anything I could say that to you.
You grabbed his face, pressing a kiss to his nose, then a kiss on his lips when he pouted at you. You gave him a loving smile before responding, “You don’t have to say it, for me to know it. I can see it when you look at me, or open doors for me, or even when we’re sparring and I beat your ass.”
Inumaki rolled his eyes at your last remark, giving you a small chuckle. You giggled as you stared at him, completely enamored by the boy in front of you.
You were kissing again when Inumaki’s phone lit up with multiple texts. He picked it up to show you, it was the group chat.
maki n cheese 🍜
<could you guys keep that shit down??? you sounded like pornstars and I was trying to eat in peace
BAMBOO DESTROYER 🐼🎍
<took you guys long enough
yuuta okCUTsu 🤺
<congrats guys ! 🎉🎊
inumaki 🙊
> /(/ /o/_ /o/ /)/
maki n cheese 🍜
< don’t blush you idiot. It’s your own fault for sounding like wild animals
Inumaki put his phone down, giggling to himself. You joined in giggles, embarrassed, but way too happy to care about a thing. The both of you laid together for the rest of the night, enjoying each other’s presence.
please give me recommendations for books to use as abilities or just abilities in general for bsd content
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(2.9k words)
You were being followed, you could feel it. Each time you turned around, there was no suspicious person trailing you, but when you faced forward you could feel the chill of eyes assessing you.
You wiped the tears from your eyes to focus where you were walking, making sure to not make a careless mistake again. You were cruelly reminded yet again, by touching your face, that you were not wearing your gloves. The reminder brought fresh tears to replace the ones you wiped away. You had a feeling that whoever was following you witnessed what happened a few minutes ago and was watching as you silently cried.
You were simply walking along the roads of Yokohama, a book in hand not paying attention where you were walking. A lone man walked in front of you and bumped into you, forcing you to drop your book on the ground.
“Shit, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been watching where I was going,” you hastily apologized.
“It’s okay, it was an accident,” the man replied.
You both bent down to pick up your book but unfortunately for the man his hand had grazed yours. You watched as he immediately shriveled away into dust that flew away with the wind.
As the tears in your eyes started to form, you hastily looked around to see if anyone had seen what just happened but everyone seemed to be too consumed in their busy lives to notice.
Completely forgetting about the book on the ground, you walked away as fast as you could, just wanting to be alone in bed. You tried not to think about the man, like you always did when this kind of thing happened. Was he married? Is there a girlfriend at home waiting for him? Or a mother that he’s taking care of? A sister who worries about him? A child that depended on him?
Still making your way home, the guilt consumed you until you almost forgot about the person trailing you.
Eventually you were near the cafe that you sometimes frequented. It was quiet, most of the time, and was a good place for you to get out of the house without seeing too many people.
Forcefully, you were pulled by your long sleeve shirt into a nearby alleyway.
“Don’t touch me,” you screamed, backing as far away from your assailant as possible.
“Now now, Belladonna. I’m not going to hurt you,” a soothing voice said. You finally looked up to see who dragged you into the alley. It was a handsome man in a big trench coat with bandages covering all his skin except his face and hands. Speaking of hands, you noticed the book in one of them and you visibly stiffened.
“You dropped something, and I wanted to give it back to you,” he smoothly offered. It was obvious to you that he had ulterior motives.
“It’s not mine. I’ve got to go,” you hastily told him. You tried your best to get away from him but he simply grabbed your arm preventing your escape.
“Don’t lie to me, belladonna. That was certainly an interesting sight to see,” he said, confirming that he had seen what you did.
Fresh, guilty tears started to form in your eyes as you looked up at the man. For some reason, his heart broke at the sight of your puffy, tear-stained face.
“Well, now what? I didn’t do it on purpose, you know,” you replied, voice cracking. You thought the day finally came where you were justifiably punished for your ability. You would be wrong.
“I know,” he responded, studying your face. “I have a proposition for you.”
–
That’s how you found yourself working for the Armed Detective Agency. For awhile, you didn’t have it in you to go on missions and use your ability on purpose so you were a desk clerk alongside Naomi Tanizaki. Eventually, with a lot of encouragement from Dazai and your other coworkers, you ended up helping out on a lot of cases. You eventually warmed up to everyone.
Your relationship with Dazai was a weird one. Despite the jokes and unprofessionalism he displays, he was the main person in the agency that you felt most comfortable with. You weren’t sure if it was because you knew your ability wouldn’t work on him, not that you’ve ever tried to test that, or if it was because he was the one who found you.
Anytime the guilt of your victims weighed on your shoulders, Dazai was always there to comfort you and assure you that you weren’t a psychopath. He’s seen firsthand the care, love, and joy that you provide to the world, it’s what he admires about you. The fact that despite having such a destructive ability, you wake up everyday with a full heart.
Sometimes when you walk into the office and offer everyone one of your angelic smiles, Dazai doesn’t feel like he deserves to be graced by your presence, the blood on his hands keeping him from going too far with his feelings with you. That doesn’t stop him from pestering you even more than he pesters Kunikida.
“Belladonna, it would mean the world to me to be touched by your lips and fade out of existence,” Dazai begged. He was sitting across from you desk and as usual wasn’t getting any kind of work done.
You tensed but rolled your eyes, used to his antics, “Like I’ve said, each time you say this, my ability probably won't work on you and I would never want to kill you.”
He simply pouted at you, “Well then, why don’t you give me a kiss to test it out. It’s a win for me either way.”
“How is it a win for you either way?” Atsushi chimed from his desk, next to yours.
“Well young apprentice,” the title makes Atsushi roll his eyes, “First, I get a kiss from the most beautiful woman in the world. That’s enough by itself but if it kills me, it would be the perfect suicide, to die by a powerful kiss from a wonderful woman.”
You and Atsushi shared an exasperated look. This wasn’t the first time either of you have dealt with his suicidal antics, except this time you were starting to feel sick.
“Excuse me,” you choked out, pushing back from your desk to leave. You made a hasty retreat to the bathroom to empty your stomach.
“Is she okay?” Atshushi asked, worriedly. “She looked a little pale.”
Dazai sighed, “I’ll go check on them.”
After you were done in the bathroom, you made your way downstairs to the cafe. Upon entering, you were greeted by Dazai who was now standing in front of you with two drinks in hand and a soft smile.
“I got your favorite,” he offered one of the cups to you. You were not surprised to find out that he actually did know your favorite cafe order. You softly grabbed the cup and sat in a booth towards the back of the cafe, Dazai following close behind.
“Thank you,” you whispered, gazing out the window.
“Would you like to tell me what happened upstairs? I couldn’t find you, but I knew you would come down here eventually,” he asked. He was speaking softly to you, understanding that something was indeed wrong. There was no need to lie to Dazai, he knew you too well.
“I just got stuck in my head, it’s fine,” you responded.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he laid his hand on the table, inches away from yours.
Upon noticing how close he was to you, you pulled your arm further from him. To this day, you were still too scared to touch Dazai. What if you got too comfortable touching him one day and had to watch as we withered away?
“I had a bad dream last night and I was reminded of it,” you eventually responded. Dazai sat in silence, waiting for you to continue but not pressuring you. “In my dream, I was at the office and as everyone faded into dust you came up in front of me. I went to cry in your arms but then you faded away too.”
Your face was wet but you didn’t bother wiping the tears away. Dazai knew that your biggest fear was killing everyone you loved. He could feel your anxiety from across the table and he knew he would do anything to quell your nerves.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, looking right at you. His gaze was so intense you couldn’t look away. You couldn’t respond so you nodded your head, shortly. You trusted Dazai with your life, the both of you knew this.
Dazai inched his hand close to you, softly grabbing your gloved hand. You wanted to pull away but the soft smile he was giving you froze you in your spot.
With one hand on your clothed wrist, he pulled your glove off and whispered, “You could never hurt me, Belladonna. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
With your glove off and hands exposed, you both just sat there. He still didn’t touch you, letting you calm your racing heart. His grip on your wrist was also light so you could back out if you truly felt too uncomfortable. Frozen in place, you couldn’t pull away.
Eventually, Dazai let his fingers trail from the sleeve of your shirt. Your fingers twitched at the attention. When he reached the skin of your wrist, he confidently and without pause kept his fingers trailing down. His fingers tingled in your palm but felt warm to the touch. He brought your hand up and let his hand rest against yours, like a high five but without the motion.
You almost cried at the feeling of skin on yours. Dazai just sat with you, fiddling with your fingers.
“Your hands are bigger than mine. I never noticed,” you sniffled with a small laugh. You let your fingers wrap around his, enjoying the feeling of skin to skin contact. Dazai chuckled at your comment and stared at you and your joined hands in utter adoration.
From that day forward, the relationship you had with Dazai would be very different. No one in the agency seemed to notice or care about this change, but Dazai could and he was not going to complain one bit.
You would often find yourself touching Dazai. Mostly, you would be holding onto his arm as you walked beside him. Sometimes after a long case, you would even lay your head on his shoulder. You would only hold his hand directly if you two were alone, nervous of the comments you might get from your coworkers.
Dazai had always been a comfort for you, but now it’s only increased tenfold, making your feelings for the maniac also grow.
You were lazing around your desks with your coworkers (minus Ranpo and Dazai, thank god), taking a break from the long work day. Though, you regret joining them, for they were currently teasing you about your obvious feelings for the bandaged bastard you guys work with.
“Come on, you should totally tell him how you feel. What’s the worst that can happen?” Dr. Yosono asked with a shrug.
“Well the worst that can happen is that he declines, doesn’t feel the same way, and then kicks me out of the Agency for my unprofessionalism,” you listed, raising a finger for each point.
Naomi gave you a big smile, “None of that would happen. He’s clearly in love with you too and he would get bored here, if you were kicked out.”
You could only roll your eyes. You tried to not let the jealousy in your voice show, when you asked, “Well if he truly wants me, then why does he flirt with every woman he encounters?”
Atsushi piped up from his spot, “I’ve seen the way he acts around other women that arent you and it’s different.”
“How?” you questioned, dubiously. Why was everyone so intent on this subject?
Kunikida, of all people, pushed his glasses up and spoke up, “Atsushi’s right. The way he flirts with other women is mindless and meaningless. Just a way to entertain himself because he’s bored. But with you, he interacts with you with intent. I can tell by the stupid look on his face when he talks to you, that he cares about what you have to say.”
You could only stare at everyone, crimson dotting your cheeks. You didn’t know what to say. There’s no way that Dazai’s partner could be wrong about the way he feels towards you.
“You know he’s right,” Naomi chimed, with a little wink in your direction.
Speaking of the devil, Dazai walked into the office. He made his way to your desk, “What are up to, Belladonna?”
You blushed, recalling the conversation that took place barely minutes ago. You raised your eyebrows, teasing, “My job.”
Dazai laughed at the look you gave him, “Want to join me on a case? I actually have work to do.”
You gave him a confused look, “You can solve a case on your own, what do you need me for?”
In the corner of your eyes, you watched as some of your coworkers facepalm or release a disappointed sigh.
“Well, it will be a lot more fun if you came with me. I’ll even get you food after,” he gave you a charming pout.
“How can I say no to that?” you replied before getting up. You grabbed his arm and made your way out of the office with him, pointedly ignoring the looks that everyone was giving you.
Walking down the streets of Yokohama arm in arm with Dazai was perfect. You both slipped into comfortable conversation and chatter.
Eventually you brought up, “Where are we going, anyways? Are you going to tell me about your case?”
Dazai looked confused for a moment, like he didn’t know what you were talking about, and then laughed.
You pouted, “What’s so funny, Dazai?”
“There is no case,” he finally got out once his giggles had subsided.
“Then why did you say that?” you asked, genuinely confused with the way this man’s brain worked.
“I only said that so I could get you out of the office, to hang out with me, without Kunikida getting mad at us,” he giggled again. “I also knew you wouldn’t leave to hang out unless I made it sound like we would be getting work done.”
You slapped his arm, laughing along with him, “He will kill us, if he ever finds out.”
“OOh, I like the sound of that,” Dazai said, face covered with a smug smile.
You simply giggled before replying, “I don’t know if I should kiss you or push you into oncoming traffic.”
Oh god, where did your filter go? You really did not mean to let that slip.
Without a second thought, Dazai replied, “I suggest both,” followed by a flirty, “please.”
You just stared at Dazai in shock, unsure what to say.
“Don’t play with me, Osamu,” you whispered, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.
Dazai grabbed your hands, pulling your gloves off. “I’m being serious. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, Belladonna.”
He was holding onto your hands like you were about to run away from him.
“I think I’ve been in love with you since the first time we touched. Hell, maybe even before that,” you claimed. You looked up at Dazai and flushed at the adoring look that he was giving you.
“I care about you so much that I may or may not have gone behind your back about something. Don’t be mad that I didn’t tell you,” Dazai sighed.
“I won’t be mad at you. You can tell me anything,” you said, worriedly.
“For a while, I’ve been doing a bit of research on the side, with the help of the President. I’ve been trying to figure out if there was a way to control your powers. So that they only worked when you wanted them to and not all the time,” Dazai explained.
With tears in your eyes, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He looked at you, eyes filled with love, “I didn’t want to tell you and give you false hope if I didn’t find anything useful.”
“Then, why are you telling me now?” you asked.
“The President and I found a lead. It’s very likely that we found a way for you to control your powers,” Dazai replied, a wide smile covering his face.
You had no response to what he said so you did the only thing that came to your mind. You kissed Dazai Osamu. You kissed him like he was the oxygen you needed to breathe and he kissed you back with equal if not more passion.
You kissed under a lone streetlight, feeling as if you were floating on top of the clouds. Dazai never failed to remind you that you deserved to be loved and that you deserved to be held.
Under the gleaming moonlight, under the warm streetlight, in the arms of Dazai Osamu, you have never felt more happy.
“I love you, Osamu,” you whispered for only Dazai and the stars to hear.
A/N my longest fic yet, I just couldn't stop writing. I love him so muuuuch. Fun fact, I only started the show because I saw a random edit of him and dazai and decided I needed a piece of that. also just got caught up on the manga and boy oh boy such a good story!!!
please give me recommendations for books to use as abilities or just abilities in general for bsd content
Main Masterlist BSD Masterlist Requests AO3
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“You have got to be kidding me,” you groaned. “Out of all the Port Mafia members that you could have paired me with, why did it have to be him?”
Ranpo was sitting in front of you, happily enjoying his bag of chips. You were tempted to grab the bag from his hands but you were too nice of a person to do it.
“Because, you guys would be a good combative match,” he informed you, mouth full of food. “I already know where you two need to go and what to look for. The mission shouldn’t take long, even for idiots like you guys.”
You would have strangled Ranpo’s scrawny neck if Kunikida hadn’t stepped in. “Look, I know you don’t like working with the Port Mafia, much less him, but it needs to be done.”
Kunikida’s right. There was someone out there killing people without leaving any trace of being there.
“And we’re sure that this is an ability user and not something that the police can handle?” you asked. For all you know, it could just be a very thorough criminal. You were going to try anything to not do this mission, not that it will work.
“Am I ever wrong? Nope, so best run along,” Ranpo waved at you with a giggle.
You sighed before grabbing your stuff at your desk. You made your way to the cafe downstairs, waiting for your partner to arrive.
“Well, if it isn’t Multi-Bitch. Didn’t know you would be my partner for this,” the one and only Chuuya Nakahara voiced behind you.
“Keep calling me that and I’ll spill my coffee on you, it’s still hot,” you replied, refusing to turn around and acknowledge him.
Chuuya took a seat next to you, “Do you know where we are supposed to go? I want to get this over with so I can get away from you faster.”
Being as professional as you could, you handed him a piece of paper with the address on it. “The ability user should be in this inn. We need to stake it out, and figure out which guest is the next target, then prevent anything from happening.”
“I don’t understand,” he replied.
“Of course you don’t. I wouldn’t expect someone as hot-headed as you to understand strategy,” you easily retorted back.
Fuming, getting close to your face, “I understand strategy, just not this one. How are we supposed to figure out who the next victim is?”
Pushing his face away from you with your finger, you coolly answer him, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe we’ll find out the next victim when we watch a suspicious person trying to break into another person’s room. God, you are so incredibly dense.”
“You know, one day you’re going to get what’s coming for you. I would love to beat you in a fight,” Chuuya replied, red in the face with anger.
“Can’t wait,” you shrugged, getting up from your seat. “As exhilarating a fight with you might be, I think we both know which of us would end up the victor.”
“We can test that out right now,” Chuuya replied, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him.
You didn’t have a reply as you stared up at him. The hand on your arm felt like it was burning and there was some unknown feeling buzzing between the two of you. You opened your mouth to offer a mean retort but nothing came out.
“Let go of me, asshat,” you replied, instead. Seething, you ripped your arm from his grasp and made your way outside the cafe to get this mission started.
You didn’t dare look back to the man behind you, but you heard as he sighed and followed you out the doors.
Chuuya hopped onto his motorcycle. You tried to not focus on the way his hands gripped the handlebars and the way his thighs looked, straddling the machine. You hopped on too and wiped your hands on your pants, a nervous habit.
“Grab on to me tight, princess. Wouldn’t want you to fall off,” he paused, turning his face to look at you. “Actually, in that case, nevermind.”
“Oh, fuck off,” you barked, wrapping your hands around his waist. You could feel his stomach clench as he laughed at you.
The entire ride to the inn, you thought about the man in front of you. Sure, he pissed you off to no end, but that didn’t mean you were blind. He was certainly attractive, especially with the confidence he carried himself with. If you were to see him on the street, without knowing him, you would have thought he was your type.
That didn’t seem to matter though because he seemed to make it his life mission to piss you off. He antagonized you more than Dazai antagonized him, which was saying a lot. You two have never had any combat fights thankfully, ‘cause his ability could definitely overpower yours if he wanted to.
“We’re here,” he announced, parking his motorcycle. You let go of his waist and stretched your legs.
Chuuya stood, leaning against his bike, “How long do we have to wait?”
“I don’t think too long. All of the murders happen around this time so if we go by that information, they’ll be here within an hour,” you replied.
The both of you sat in tense silence, as you watched the inn for anything suspicious. Finally, you broke the silence, “Lemme ask you something.”
“Go ahead,” Chuuya waved his hand at you, clearly bored.
“Why are you so hostile to me? It can’t possibly be just ‘cause I’m in the agency,” you asked. You always wondered why the two of you had the kind of relationship you had. Most of the mafia and agency were pretty much indifferent to each other. The only serious discourse was between Atsushi and Akutagawa as well as Chuuya and Dazai. Then there's you and Chuuya, which doesn’t really feel like hate but it certainly does not feel warm and fuzzy.
“You’re so easy to bother, it’s funny to me,” he paused, as if he wanted to continue but chose not to elaborate.
“You hate me, just because it’s easy to,” you seethed, stepping up to him.
“Woah, woah. I never said I hated you, I just like to piss you off. You’re the one that hates me,” he defended himself, pointing a finger at you.
“I never said I hated you either,” you replied back. You grabbed his finger from in front of you, twisting it back until he yelled.
“You fucking Multi-Bitch. What the hell is wrong with you? How are you going to say you don’t hate me and then hurt me right after?” Chuuya seethed, holding his finger in front of his chest.
“Maybe because I just like to piss you off,” you mocked his earlier statement. “And quit calling me that.”
He got incredibly close to your face again. So close, you could feel his breath on your face. That unspoken tension buzzed between you again. You leaned forward, thinking about indulging in a fantasy you tried to bury deep within yourself. Chuuya seemed to stop breathing as you both stood there, sharing your breaths. Before either of you could do something unspeakable, Chuuya glanced behind you.
“Shit, look,” he grabbed you, pulling you behind a nearby car in the parking lot.
Facing away from him, red dusting your cheeks, you saw what he was talking about. A person walked to each window, looking through until they reached a room with occupants in it. Without touching the door, they opened it and walked inside.
As soon as you heard screaming, the two of you burst into action making your way to the room. You tried the door knob but it was locked.
“Chuuya,” you notified, before stepping back and pointing at the doorknob. He kicked the door down, startling the intruder.
Entering the room, you saw a woman and a small boy, presumably the people staying in this room, cowering in the corner of the room. Then you took in the man who was wearing a mask covering the bottom half of his face. This man, stood between you and the victims, arm outstretched towards a dagger floating in the air in front of him.
He turned to face you, pulling his face mask down. A crazed smile plastered on his face, “What do we have here?”
His voice sent shivers of disgust through you but you’ve dealt with worse so you steeled yourself.
Chuuya, without hesitation, replied, “Two people who are going to kick your ass.”
You sighed, annoyed, “Dude, there’s literally a child right there.”
He shrugged, as if to say oh well.
“Do you want to know why I was able to kill so many people without a trace of evidence?” the man asked, stepping away from the family and closer to you.
“Not really, but I bet you’ll tell us anyway,” you rolled your eyes, looking like the definition of nonchalant. In the corner of your eye, you saw Chuuya smirk at your attitude.
The man stepped closer to you. As uncomfortable as his proximity made you, each step further away from the victims was a small victory for you.
“Using my ability, I don’t have to touch anything. No fingerprints on the door, nor the blade I use. You would be surprised how easy it is to evade getting caught by only simply not leaving fingerprints,” the man rambled.
You and Chuuya shared a look. A telekinetic ability user shouldn’t be too hard for the two of you but you need to get the victims out of harm's way as soon as possible.
“You know, most people would use their telekinesis to get the tv remote when they're lying down. I guess most people aren’t psychotic like you,” you smirked.
Before the man could reply, Chuuya ran at the man, aiming a kick to his stomach. Knowing that Chuuya can handle a decent fight, you used his distraction to get to the woman and boy.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here,” you whispered. You wiped a tear from the boy’s face and gave him a soft, comforting smile. You grabbed his hand and gave the woman a smile too. Once the woman and child were outside and safe, you made your way back into the motel room.
The man had straddled Chuuya and had his dagger dangerously close to Chuuya’s neck. Coming up behind the man, you wrapped your legs around him before flipping him over behind you. While he was disoriented, you grabbed Chuuya’s hand, helping him up.
“I had that,” Chuuya complained, dusting scuff marks off his pants.
“Sure you did,” you rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him.
Before Chuuya could retort, the man got up. Both you and Chuuya got ready for more fighting.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” you questioned, holding your hand out.
“I think so, princess,” Chuuya replied, grabbing your hand tightly in his.
You let your ability loose, watching as multiple exact copies of yourself and Chuuya materialized around the room. Chuuya had you and your copies lightly hovering over the man, towering over him.
“Over here,” you giggled, your voice echoing from all directions of the room from each copy of you.
You watched the man look around his surroundings wildly, not knowing which copy was the real one.
“I may not be able to hurt you because of your ability, boy,” the man seethed. “But I can certainly harm your lady friend.”
Before either of you could move, you watched as the man controlled his dagger, making it fly through the air into each of your copies, too fast to dodge. One by one, each of your copies dematerialized as they were hit with his flying dagger, until eventually you felt a sharp pain right below your stomach.
Letting go of Chuuya’s hand to hold your stomach, you fell to the ground.
“Stupid bitch, you really thought you could beat me. I must take your lives in place of the two you guys saved,” the man chuckled.
You looked down at your hands on your stomach, gagging at the amount of blood covering them. Not able to think straight, you weren’t entirely too sure what happened but you could see a blur of a fight until Chuuya was straddling the man.
You couldn’t move, and it was then when you realized why there was no sign of struggle in any of the victims. There was a paralytic chemical laced on the blade. You coughed up blood, alerting Chuuya.
“Shit, it’s gonna be fine, princess,” Chuuya panicked. He crawled towards you, reaching for your stomach. You grabbed his hand the best you could in your state.
“Chu-” you coughed again, eyes becoming glassy. “Don’t touch it. There’s something on it that paralyzes his victims.”
“Well what the hell do I do then? We need to stop the bleeding, I’ll call the agency. That doctor girl of yours should be able to help, right?” Chuuya rattled. His anxiety was palpable but you felt eerily calm.
“L-look how bad I’m bleeding. They won’t get here in time,” you coughed again. You could taste the blood in your mouth. “Didn’t know getting stabbed in the stomach could be so bad.”
Chuuya sent out a quick text before giving you a half hearted chuckle, “Still sassy as ever with your own blood covering your front.”
“It’s my best quality,” you lightly boasted. You felt light-headed, “I’m tired, Chuuya.”
You let your head rest against the wall behind you.
“Oh no, princess. Don’t close your eyes,” Chuuya quickly instructed. He pushed some hair away from your blood soaked mouth. Voice cracking, “Who am I supposed to argue with, if you’re not here.”
“There’s always Dazai,” you chuckled, earning an eye roll in response. “I-I never hated you, Chuuya. Actually, I quite enjoy our light-hearted banter. It makes me feel like a normal person, not some gifted powerhouse, capable of murder.”
You never heard his response as you slipped into unconsciousness.
“Well if it isn’t Port Mafia Exec. Chuuya Nakahara. . . again,” Dazai commented. He had walked up to your infirmary bed, only to find Chuuya in the uncomfortable chair beside your bed. He had bags under his eyes.
Yosono was able to fix you up, considering how close to death you were, but you still hadn’t woken up a few days later. Chuuya had refused to leave your bedside, surprising not only himself but those of the agency.
“Shut it, asshole,” Chuuya replied, not in the mood to deal with his former partner.
“Why are you still here?” Dazai questioned, getting into Chuuya’s face. “Hoping she dies and you can bring information to the boss.”
“I don’t know why I’m here. I just know that I’m not leaving till she’s awake,” Chuuya replied in a hostile voice. His own feelings were confusing him.
“Aw, do you like our dear y/n?” Dazai teased.
“Do you need something, asshole?” Chuuya hastily replied, dodging the question.
“You’re as transparent as always. I know you well enough to know how you feel,” Dazai bragged about his intelligence.
Lacking a response, Chuuya just rolled his eyes with a groan. Taking pity on the poor man, Dazai dropped a bag of food on your bed in front of Chuuya.
“There’s food for you and her. I know you haven’t eaten and neither has she. She’ll probably wake up today,” Dazai waved his hands at Chuuya.
Ignoring the fact that Dazai was nice enough to get him food, he questioned, “How the hell do you know that?”
“‘Cause, I know everything,” Dazai boasted.
“God, I hate you,” Chuuya seethed. Dazai simply left the room, laughing as he went.
You opened your eyes, quickly shutting them as you were blinded by the bright lights. You could recognize the clean smell of the agency infirmary, meaning you were in fact alive. You could feel an IV hooked up to your arm and a heavy weight in your hand.
You groaned, trying to stretch your muscles but feeling too tired to be able to.
“Well, rise and shine, princess,” you heard a familiar rasp. You opened your eyes fully to see a tired looking Chuuya. “I have food for us to eat.”
“What the hell happened?” you questioned. With a groan, you tried to sit up. Chuuya placed his hands on your back to help you up. You welcomed the warmth of his body so close to you.
“Well, after y-you were. . . hurt, I was able to get Dazai and your doctor. She was able to fix you immediately but you’ve been asleep for a few days. She said that even though she fixed your injuries, the stress on your body would make you in need of rest,” Chuuya explained. He opened up the food bag and handed you a burger. His hand was shaking and you weren’t sure why.
“A few days?” you questioned, taking a bite of your burger, moaning at the delicious taste.
Chuuya hummed an affirmative, taking a bite of his burger. Neither of you said anything as you both sat and ate. You were still hungry after your burger and fries so Chuuya gave you the rest of his burger.
You cleared your throat, “Have you been here the whole time?”
“Yup,” Chuuya replied, refusing to look you in the eye.
“Chuuya~” you sang, teasingly. “Did you want to make sure that your favorite detective was going to stay alive?”
“Well it’s not hard to be my favorite detective when the rest of your colleagues are asswipes, especially a certain suicidal maniac,” Chuuya grunted, not denying anything, arms crossed against his chest.
“I’m honored to be your favorite,” you giggled. “I think you’re my favorite psycho mafia member.”
You watched as crimson covered his cheeks and ears before he turned to face you again, pouting, “Hey, I am not a psycho.”
You hummed, dubiously, “To be debated.”
“Whatever. God, you’re so annoying,” Chuuya replied, not able to hide the smile that was beginning to form on his face.
“Seriously, I’m glad you’re awake,” he nervously informed you, making crimson cover your face this time. “Did you mean what you said, about not hating me?”
“I meant it all,” you replied, confidently. Tired of hiding your feelings from yourself, you were going to be transparent. You grabbed his free hand, holding in yours.
Chuuya stared at your joined hands, seemingly in thought. Eventually he spoke up, “I was really worried about you. Especially because you were talking like you were going to die, which I knew I didn’t want to happen.”
Taking the initiative, you pulled Chuuya’s hand bringing him closer to you.
Face still red, he smirked at your boldness. He closed the distance until your faces were inches apart.
“Earlier, when we were in this position, I wanted to kiss you,” Chuuya whispered. So you weren’t the only one who felt the tension. Good to know.
“What stopped you?” you whispered back.
“Your annoying face,” Chuuya smirked, before closing the distance further.
You shouldn’t have expected any less from Chuuya but he kissed you with passion. It was not a soft and gentle kiss. It was like making out with the devil.
The butterflies in your stomach released with a moan coming out of your mouth. Chuuya smirked, pulling away. He gave you a soft second kiss before backing all the way up.
“Wow,” you said with a sigh. Chuuya gave you a smile. You wiped the smile off his face by saying, “No wonder you were single. Your kissing skills could use some work.”
“God, what is wrong with you?” he groaned. It was your turn to smirk now, which was soon replaced with a smile when he questioned, “Were single?”
“Well, of course. Do you expect me to share my mafia executive?” you asked. Chuuya gave you an eye roll.
“Then if my kissing skills could use some work, can I practice on you, Multi-bitch?” he laughed.
You grabbed the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer to you, “Only if you stop calling me that.”
“Never,” he replied, before swooping in to kiss you again.
BONUS
You were sitting at your ADA desk, finishing paperwork that you were behind on since your injury. You were simply minding your business but when Dazai is around, that doesn’t seem to matter.
“Soooo. . .” Dazai scooted his chair closer to you. “How are you feeling, Juliett?”
“You talking to me? Who the hell is Juliette?” you questioned the maniac in front of you.
“You know, like Romeo and Juliett,” Dazai easily answered. He had a wide smile on his face, making him look more sadistic than over.
You rolled your eyes, “I’m not committing suicide with you. Leave me alone.”
He scoffed at your answer, “First of all, I only ask pretty woman to commit suicide with me. That’s not what I meant. I was talking about you and that waste of space of my ex-partner. If you’re Juliett and he’s Romeo, then that makes the agency the Capulets and the mafia the Montagues. But that doesn’t make sense because I imagine the agency to be blue and the mafia to be red.”
You flicked his forehead, stopping him from continuing his stupid thought. You groaned, exasperated, “Shut the hell up.”
“I’m just saying. I knew you guys would be a perfect match from the start. I am the one who suggested you two for that mission,” Dazai boasted.
“And how the hell would you know we would be a match,” you sighed. You understood Chuuya’s exasperation when it came to the suicidal maniac.
“Because. I just know everything,” Dazai claimed. You got up to smack him in the face. He held his cheek with a pout.
When you sat back down, you saw your phone screen light up with a text message.
Can’t wait to see you later, princess.
You smiled, replying with a that makes one of us :)
Armed Detective Agency
-Junichiro Tanizaki
Dauntless
-Atsushi Nakajima
-Ranpo Edogawa
work in progress
-Osamu Dazai
As The Dust Settles
work in progress
-Doppo Kunikida
Not A One
Abnegation
Port Mafia
-Chuuya Nakahara
Multi-Bitch
Picture Perfect
Because You Want Me To (NSFW)
-Ryunosuke Akutagawa
Candor
-Michizou Tachihara
Guild
-Francis Scott Fitzgerald / Lord Francis
-Edgar Allan Poe
work in progress
-Mark Twain
Hunting Dogs
-Saigiku Jouno
-Tetcho Suehiro
-You know who (spoiler if you don't know the fifth member of the hunting dogs)
Decay of the Angel
-Nikolai Gogol
-Sigma (my beloved)
-Fyodor Dostoevsky
-Bram Stoker
