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Exchange gift for @anticidic!! For the yokai and monster AUs enthusiast, I went with a ningyo-inspired mermaid AU!
The ningyo lore that held my attention most were people thinking their flesh granted longevity, and them being able to curse fishermen trying to catch/kill them with storms or alternatively being seen as a bad omen regarding weather-based disasters.
of course, Dazai is based on a blue mackerel 🐟
In my head, Dazai is jumping out of the water to pull Chuuya back into it with him and away from the threat, one hand on his wound and one hand on his nose and mouth so he doesn't immediately drown.
My exchange gift to the lovely @ohhcinnybuns ! Set in a western au where chuuya is the sheriff of the town and dazai is the not-so-local outlaw that keeps coming around to stir trouble. For some reason, chuuya keeps letting him go and dazai keeps coming back tho,,,,Fellow citizens have decided to NOT get involved after hearing some interesting noises coming from the sheriff station the night of one of dazai's "visits"
We are all born from the dark, and our Mother Death hands us over, wailing, to live in the world on our own for a while. And when we die, she calls us home to her, waiting by the hearth with open arms.
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Dazai doesn't really understand it. She has never once had a mother call her in from the cold, can not remember an embrace that holds her safe away from the harshness of the world. She has drawn close to Death, oh, many times, but it never once felt like coming home.
And anyway, Dazai thinks, in all her teenage skepticism, if Death is a Mother Goddess, why choose a fourteen-year-old girl as her vessel? Fourteen is too young to bear a child.
"Fourteen is too young to die," the High Priest had informed her when she had told him of her doubts. "And yet you tried. Didn't you?"
"Seven times," Dazai had grumbled, "Not that it ever worked."
"Precisely." The High Priest had looked up at her then, the first time, his thin, dark hair falling over his eyes as he raises his gaze from his prayerbook. "You survived. Even when it ought to have been impossible."
"I'm just lucky," Dazai had always argued, for they had had this debate many times over the years. "Or unlucky, I guess," but Mori would hear none of it.
"Mother Death loves you," he would insist.
"If she loves me, why won't she let me die?"
"You are Her favourite child," he would say, "Ungrateful child even as you are for the blessing of life She permits you. For the Gift She bestows."
He means to say, Dazai's 'visions', as he calls them. Her uncanny ability to accurately predict someone's death.
They aren't visions. Nothing more than well-thought-out predictions, based on whatever Dazai can figure about whatever poor worshipper comes to her. She takes their prayers, offered in desperation to a teenager they believe to be a seer, and makes her deductions piece by piece.
It's true, they are always accurate. But Dazai is no seer. No Prophetess of Death.
She's just a girl who's good at making guesses. She likes thinking about different ways of dying, after all.
Or maybe they're hallucinations. Maybe she's been driven to the edge by suicide attempt after suicide attempt, and her mind has broken its moorings. That explanation is equally likely.
Dazai isn't sure if Mori genuinely believes she has goddess-sent visions, that she can foresee each and every death, or if he's just so committed to his own scam that he refuses to let the mask drop.
He's never asked her how he will die. Dazai is almost afraid to try to figure it out.
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Chuuya knows the Prophetess is lying.
Paul won't hear a word of it, of course.
Ever since what happened to Arthur... well. Paul's been weird about death. About dying. He thinks he can find solace for his grief in worship. In praying to Mother Death like she'll forgive him, like prayer will bring Arthur back.
Paul thinks some skinny girl not much bigger than Chuuya has all the answers. Well, he's stupid. And he's wrong.
The Deathless Prophetess is nothing more than a mortal child. Not to mention a liar and a scheming bitch.
Chuuya can prove it, she knows she can prove it, if anyone would only listen.
When she is fifteen years old, she applies to become an apprentice in the Holy Mausoleum. Paul beams with pride, thinking his little sister ever so pious, but Chuuya’s got schemes of her own this time.
She'll get close to the so-called Prophetess, since they're the same age, and she'll expose the truth. Then everyone will see.
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Death is a mother goddess, they say, and the girl with eyes dark as the tomb who was called a thousand times to suicide but never dies is Her one true daughter, Her avatar, Death Herself made living flesh.
Chuuya doesn't believe in all that.
What Chuuya swears her loyalty to is not a Goddess but a woman, Death's mortal mouthpiece.
Ten years they've known each other.
Chuuya is no longer the girl she was, apprenticed to a church she doesn't believe in, angry and frustrated and out of control. Now, she is a knight of the highest rank, the only one with the honour of being always at the side of the Mother Goddess.
With Dazai, she should say.
For Dazai is no Goddess, it's true, but she loves her people as though she were, now; does what she can for their grief and their poverty and their suffering.
She wasn't always like that. Chuuya had hated her, back then, with her whole soul, the way she had lied and condescended and taken the adoring worship of a whole congregation like she deserved it.
The truth, Chuuya had learned, as she had wormed her way closer to Dazai's sacred inner circle, is something altogether more complex.
They had both been lonely, bitter teenage girls, and in the dark of the Holy Tomb they had crawled close to each other, and stayed.
Chuuya can't take credit for all of it. A lot of it was thanks to High Knight Oda, may the Mother keep him eternal in Death - but Dazai has changed.
Today, Chuuya kneels before the altar of bone.
She doesn't care that the gods may be watching her - she doesn't care for such things, although she takes a religious life.
Dazai is what matters. Dazai's gifts are real, her visions true. Chuuya doesn't know how, or why, and it doesn't really matter.
Dazai knows when everyone will die. What goes beyond that is nothing to do with Chuuya. What she knows is here, the earthly, the base, the flesh. The divine can get fucked.
Speaking of--
Dazai wears nothing beneath her sheer ceremonial robe, and her smile is serene, all-knowing.
Chuuya's tongue feels dry. Hand on her heart, she dedicates herself to her own personal Goddess, lets the ritual oath drop from her lips, sweet in its promise.
This is Chuuya’s own form of worship.
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@applepi00 happy gift exchange 🥹🌸✨️ I hope you like religious theme and death gothic overtones weird teenage girlhood intimacy to codependent lovers femskk!!
or, priestess of Death dazai x holy Knight chuuya.... maybe this could be a full fic someday, i did get very deeply into the lore while drawing hehe
bone rosaries design and moral support thanks to @nettlestingsoup 💕
perhaps the most ambitious digital art I've ever undertaken, rip my tablet
anyway it was fun I hope Emi and everyone enjoys 🥰🥰🥰
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chuuya’s throat burned—hot and dry—and before she could hide it, the cough tore out of her. When it finally passed, she looked down.
A single camellia lay in her hand.
Red as blood. Perfect. Whole.
It shouldn’t have been beautiful. But under the yellow kitchen light, it was—soft edges glowing like it had every right to live inside her.
Pairing: Fem!Dazai Osamu / Fem!Chuuya Nakahara
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 5,717
Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Angst and (emotional) Hurt/Comfort, Repressed feelings (see link for further details!)
Synopsis ⤵
When the first petals bloom in her throat, Chuuya tells herself it’s nothing—just a cough, a cold, something she can muscle through like everything else.
But as the flowers take root, so does the truth she’s been avoiding: some wounds can’t be fought through, and some feelings don’t fade no matter how hard she tries to bury them.
There’s no cure for this kind of sickness. Only the choice between forgetting, confessing… or letting it consume her.
And Dazai…
Dazai is harder to forget than anyone should be.
My gift to @nevertheblood for the SKK 18+ Gift Exchange!
Ari Darling, this is for you! <3
All dividers by @cafekitsune
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“What’s your name?”
“Hm?” The other boy looked Chuuya up and down for a moment, the smile on his lips teasing. “Oh? Trying to get to know me?”
Chuuya glared back. “Don’t be a jackass, it’s called manners.”
“We’re both going to die soon anyway, what’s the point in manners?” Chuuya flinched at the cold tone of his voice, but that just caused the other’s smile to grow. “Scared of death, huh?”
“Who isn’t?”
The other boy shrugged. “I’ve been chasing it for a long time.”
Waking up in a serial killer’s basement wasn’t what Chuuya had meant to experience when he ran across the country. But now he’s trapped there with the most insufferable guy he’s ever met. How are they meant to get out of this? And what are they going to do when they escape?
[or; two teenagers get kidnapped, escape, set a fire, take a trip, and find a family, in that order]
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a gift for @fortunately-pancakes!! tried to step out of my comfort zone with this one, ended up back on my silly skk shenanigans bullshit anyway oops
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/9
Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Additional Tags: Feelings Realization, Falling In Love, resolved emotional tension, Alternate Universe, Multiverse, WIP Big Bang
Summary:
“Is it something we need to be concerned about?” Ranpo asks, peering at Dazai with open-eyed scrutiny.
“Not yet,” he admits. “Not at all if I can help it.”
“You had better. I’m not going to clean up your mess.” Closing his eyes again and reclining back in his chair, Ranpo adds, “it’s Tuesday, by the way.”
Dazai had seen it already. On his phone. On the calendar. Still, he hadn’t quite trusted the time until just this moment. Artificial years spent unlearning his defenses; seven lifetimes with his anxiety so far removed from him that it feels like an anchor pinning him down at the chest, now. He doesn’t even pretend to work, throwing himself on the couch and focusing his attention on regulating his breathing. Working up plans and contingencies and playing through all the hypothetical conversations he’s going to have to have.
With Chuuya.
(It only took me two years! Updating every other day.)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This fic is for Maia (@a3gyptiacus) as part of the SKK 18+ Gift Exchange! I hope you love it! <3
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky & Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, Red Mage Chuuya Nakahara, Warlock Dazai Osamu, Dazai Osamu is a Little Shit (Bungou Stray Dogs), Caring Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Crush at First Sight, Love Confessions, Dazai Osamu is not normal about Nakahara Chuuya, Rivals to Friends to Lovers, Spell Failure, Catzai adventure, Protective Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Caring Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Action & Romance, Adventure & Romance, Feelings Realization, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Halloween!, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, SKK 18+ Gift Exchange
Summary:
Requirements?
A hand comes to his chin, and he hums thoughtfully. Surely, he could do it. It didn't seem all that complicated. If the “requirement” were self-imposed, then that means only Dazai would know the key to return to being human. So, technically, he can make the requirement something entirely easy, and he’d return to himself in no time.
An idea lights up in his mind, and a slow grin creeps on his lips. The little tickle in his stomach suddenly makes him giddy. The sparkle in his eye told him that he had just found his entertainment for the rest of the day. He surely had too much time on his hands. And this just gave him more of an excuse to annoy a certain raging redhead, and they’d be none the wiser. No one would know. He’d be able to deny all of it and say it wasn't him.
Dazai starts to chuckle like a gremlin in the dark.
After twelve years of evading vampire hunters, coming to terms with their life after death, and learning to stay together with only consensual bloodshed, Dazai and Chuuya have finally bought themselves a nice two-bedroom apartment to settle into. They're eager to make it their home and savor domestic bliss.
Of course, there is one pesky little problem.
They got the flat cheap due to rumors of a violent haunting, dating back over two centuries. But, they're vampires and creatures of the night like them should have no reason to fear ghosts, right?
Rating: M
Word count: 10,354
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Word count: 4.5k
Dazai goes to Chuuya for the Dead Apple stab wound
It's taken me a week to get around to posting because my account got randomly terminated BUT... this is for @originalaccountname who is lovely, incredibly talented, and supported so many of us as we wrote.
i joined an exchange fic event and wrote Had Me @ Hello for @chuuyaspinkmotorcycle :3
here's some extra character info that i couldn't fit into the fic in time but i really wanna share:
Paul is the same as Chuuya - not a true-born werewolf
Arthur was originally a human but was turned into a vampire for his job (but turning humans into creatures is now illegal)
Both Kouyou and Chuuya were adopted by Paul and Arthur
Kouyou is an arachnid (arachnids have extra arms, and are able to spit and spin webs from their wrists and mouth)
After being adopted, Chuuya was homeschooled for a year or so before going to public high school
Chuuya and the Flags meet in high school
Albatross is a werewolf with light blonde fur
Lippmann is a shapeshifter, which is why it's easy for him to model and it helps with acting
Pianoman is an arachnid too (cuz he does the piano wire thing so i'm like, "mmm, yes. string equals web.")
Doc is sort of like a frankenstein-like creature. He tries to mix and match different creature flesh and organs to fix his medical condition
And Iceman is a human, of course *nodding*
Kouyou and Pianoman sometimes have web-making competitions
Sometimes, when Chuuya sneaks out of the house at night, Albatross shifts into his wolf form and Chuuya climbs onto Albatross' back and the two of them go running in the woods
Dazai is a natural-born vampire
Odasaku is a werewolf with dark, rust red fur (does that make sense? i hope it makes sense)
Odasaku is an Alpha werewolf, forced to grow up fast after his parents died young and adopting five young werewolves who haven't gone through their First Shift yet
Ango is a cyborg
The three of them have been friends since high school too
Before the beginning of the fic, Dazai was having a bad day so he went to Oda's place instead of the river, which was also why Dazai's scent was so heavily covered by Odasaku's scent
An Alpha werewolf's scent normally covers those they consider family
Oda's place is nearby the Magic Beans and Coffee Bombs, which is where Oda recommended to Dazai to go to for coffee before he went back home to Mori
“Dazai on the other hand was in bliss, she had been regretting for not touching Chuuya like this before, her skin was too soft to touch. Her months of not hooking up didn't mater anymore as now she had Chuuya just in reach. She knew this has the potential to mess things up but she didn't care anymore. Fuck it her brain said. As she finally pulled the ginger into a kiss. Slow at first just testing whether Chuuya herself wanted this or not. When Chuuya finally kissed back it was like an accomplishment clicked off the board.
CHUUYA LIKES ME BACK!
Her brain shouted in relief, their kiss continued for a minute before Chuuya pushed her a bit.
"Oh I'm sor-", Dazai started, suddenly conscious of her actions, but was interrupted by Chuuya.
"No, its not that, we are literally in Tross' bathroom… Can we move this somewhere else?" Chuuya said with ragged breath, adrenaline doing its job just fine.”
Or
The one in which Dazai and Chuuya are roommates but it's not like they like love each other or something, right? (wrong).
It's not like they would end up fucking in the party right? (wrong)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 5.7 k
Tags: Fluff, Alternate universe-College/University, Alternate universe- Modern setting, House party,Getting ready-00s style, Dazai Osamu is whipped for Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya’s Unconventional Mating Rituals, smut, porn with plot.
@apatheticanvas91305
Name's Kat (or Apple, if you know 100 Kats). I'm a writer - read: wip planner - and I love beta reading, our silly little canned-crab lover, and all his crazy interesting shenanigans and dynamics.
Pronouns: She/Her
@monsterswithinme
hiii, i'm blake the bubble tea freak and my pronouns are they/it/he/she/boba. i got into bsd back in dec 2023 and i haven't turned back since then. i like writing fanfics and sometimes i make silly doodles. i think about making bsd-themed songs a lot. maybe one day i will!
@whathorselegs
Hello, I'm Darcy! I go by They/Them pronouns, and I write fics as outofpracticeyall on Ao3. Chuuya is my special little guy, and when I'm not rambling over Chuuya headcanons, I like to write, read and crochet!
@faiirychuuya
helloooo lovely people
I'm ash/ashie (she/he/they) :3 I'm your number 1 yapper & I've been a bsd fan for a while now, I fear there's no turning back for me. but what can I say, chuuya and dazai make life a little better
@letme-have-thismoment
Hi! I’m Moments (she/her)
Chuuya is my favorite character in BSD and I've been in this fandom for the past three years. When I'm not busy with school, I love to draw and read (and maybe write but we're not gonna talk about that).
