#ene wips

[bloodsherry]

Beastchuu, chained up, his heart torn to pieces and “poisoned” by something that feels like Dazai’s ability but worse, makes a deal with a mischievous spirit. Revenge in exchange for his soul.

It’s a shame that the spirit takes the form of Dazai and decides it might want to satisfy a different kind of hunger.

[bloodsherry]

Another day, more kitsune brain worms…

The Nakahara-Ozaki clan bears an ancient curse. For generations, they’ve been bound to care for a small temple high in the mountains, where the spirit that cursed them still dwells. Over time, the details of the pact have faded, and what was once a punishment has become mere tradition, until Chuuya returns from France and takes over the temple from his older sister.

That very night, Chuuya feels a presence watching him. Sometimes he catches a glimpse of a white tail, and other times, amber eyes track his every move but when he turns, there’s nothing there.

Until one day, Chuuya ventures into the forest… and the spirit comes out to play.

[bloodsherry]

wip wednesday

Will you seek revenge? The voice reached him like a breeze, laced with amusement and morbid curiosity. Chuuya’s breath caught in his throat, and when he tried to lift his gaze, to find the owner of the voice, something stopped him. No pleas? Only raw hatred? Delicious. Something rough and hot brushed his cheek. You’re special, what a surprise. Chuuya wanted to run. Do you want revenge? Do you want that pack of ignorant cowards to burn to ashes? Do you want me to hunt them down? He tried to scream, the sound lodged in his throat, but no words came out. Fear stretched beneath his skin, clutching at his chest until it hurt. Sweat pearled along his hairline, slid down his back, and their laugh—inhuman, almost feral—echoed through the night. The fire dimmed, closing in around him, and surprise and panic clawed their way up the mountainside. Someone was coming. Gravel crunched, and the earth itself seemed to tilt toward them. Something soft brushed his face. Their smelled of wet forest, moss, and rot. Hands cradled his cheeks with reverence, as if he were something precious, and the scrape of claws against his skin tore a gasp from him. Shall we make a pact?

dividers by: cafekitsune

[bloodsherry]

wip wednesday

“Dazai,” Chuuya panted. Dazai didn’t answer. Hearing his voice on the other end stirred the swarm of bees in his belly for some reason. It was disturbing. “Don’t do anything stupid.” Dazai frowned. “How does the dwarf know?” “I just—I just know, okay?” Dazai ran a hand through his hair. “And what do you care, angel?” he sighed, annoyed. With himself? With his angel? Irrelevant. He should’ve closed the distance between them and given him a bl0wjob, or give him his gun to do what he wanted. Or both. “Do me a favor, worry about yourself and go do whatever it is that chibis like you do.” Chuuya clicked his tongue in irritation. “You got stabbed once because of me, remember?” Dazai insisted. “And so what? I survived. It’s not a big deal,” Chuuya spat, then, much more seriously, added, “If you’re gonna do something stupid, do it with me.” His heart stumbled. “Careful, angel. Watch what you say.” “Don’t be so dramatic,” Chuuya interrupted him, half-amused. “I got stabbed, and you were an idiot. Well, being an idiot is part of your charm. Sadly, I’ve gotten used to it. Dazai, you kissed me, I gave you that nice scar on your face, you went back to being an idiot, and then you showed up bleeding on my doorstep. I helped you. You saw me— You saw me vulnerable but didn’t use it against me.” “For now. Who knows what I might do tomorrow?” “What I mean is that we’ve been through a lot… Whatever it is, I can handle it.” Dazai let out a dry, almost bitter laugh. “Not a chance, angel.” “One secret for another,” he reminded, using his words as a weapon. Dazai hesitated. “Tell me what you’re going to do.” “You first.”

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[bloodsherry]

wip wednesday + poll results (part 2)

Three words. Just three words were enough to throw him off balance. It made no sense, and he had no chance to process it, because Chuuya’s hand closed around his wrist—soothing the itch under his clothes and bandages, replacing it with a tingling that spread through his body—and yanked him up the stairs, tripping him. No one stopped them. No one questioned why he was there. “Angel,” Dazai called him. “Not here.” Dazai barely noticed his surroundings, not with his heart threatening to burst out of his chest and his head throbbed blurring his vision. He hoped he wouldn’t faint; it would be humiliating, given the circumstances. Three words. Three damn words. As soon as the door closed behind them, away from prying eyes, death threats, Dazai stumbled, and Chuuya pinned him against the wall, holding him by the neck. A pitiful sound escaped his lips, and the pain that shot through him blinded him for a few seconds. Even so, he couldn’t control the smile that crept up the corner of his mouth. His angel was very predictable in his unpredictability. “Don't mess with me,” Chuuya warned him in an angry hiss. His right eye crackled, like burning wood, devouring his iris and staining his sclera. Dazai gasped in awe. Beautiful. His angel’s grip tightened, fingers digging in like claws, cutting off his breath. “What the hell are you doing here?!” “I missed you,” he whispered, barely more than a breath. Chuuya growled low, and the sound rattled the walls. And it went straight to his crotch. “Don’t lie to me.” “I wouldn’t dare,” Dazai insisted, curiosity soaking his words. But black dots began to fill his vision, and the idea of passing out while Chuuya was here—a natural disaster, a thunderstorm—twisted his insides and left a bitter taste in his mouth. “Angel, if you don’t mind—” He patted his wrist. “Don’t take on my family, or you’ll die,” Chuuya barked, loosening his grip but pressing closer, one leg between his, their bodies flush together, and his scent—intoxicating, devastating—drowned his senses. “You’re doomed. All of you are doomed. Don’t you get it!? You can’t win!”

dividers by: @cafekitsune

[bloodsherry]

What if I tell you that I’ve started writing a fic where dazai has his period after a long time and feels weak and calls chuuya even though they’re no longer partners because he only trusts him for this?

[bloodsherry]

what if i write someday kitsunezai x foxchuu

Dazai sees Chuuya with his orange fur, deep blue eyes and fangs, face and claws stained with blood and hums in pleasure.

“Mine,” he thinks, the heat settling in his lower belly and a spark of life, something he has not experienced for centuries and has trouble identifying, bursts in his chest. “I want him for me.”

[bloodsherry]

trick or treat!!! 🎃

Mmm, omegachuu + teen skk maybe?

[writer game here]

Omegachuu is in his pre-heat (it's his first heat) and his instincts are a bit atrophied, but he needs a nest and collects objects to make it more pleasant. However, it feels empty and incomplete until he sees Dazai's crab stuffed animal. It's soft, fluffy, and smells great.

Dazai doesn't react well, he tries to get it back and there are scratches, bites, and grunts, but it's all good because they both keep the stuffed animal and cuddle together in Chuuya's nest. Teen SKK has my whole heart.

dividers by: cafekitsune