fight me all you want but angered fyodor is attractive.
think about it. he has always jewelled an omnipotent smile, never once phased and always relaxed even when poisoning himself with the syringe. now we see his expression twisted, his eyes flaring with alarm, rage, and vindictiveness. for once we can see his intent and drive.
he has always been multiple steps ahead of his enemies and now we get to see him crafting a plan right on the spot seconds before death, and witness the results.
angered and pent up fyodor >>>>>>>>>>>
and if someone say i have degradation kink, they will wake up to their organs pickled in the British Museum
Oh my god requests are open agahsks. I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while, yesterday's brainrot only made it worse, but I thought I'd pass it to you🤭.
I'd like to request a hurt/comfort fic with vulnerable Chuuya. The Chuuya who wants to make you happy, but also silently fears you will leave like the others in his life. The Chuuya who would give so much but expects little in return. The Chuuya who appears confident yet has insecurities about himself. And the reader basically comforts him about these things and shares his burden ahsjsks.
I hope this is not too abstract or anything please have fun with it if you decide to write it! Mwah!❤
𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 — 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚
◊ A/N: Thought I'd shoot two birds with one stone and get a req done at the same time. So thank you Kat for the req and a Happy Birthday to my wonderful Chuuya!! <3
◊ Genre: Hurt/Comfort
◊ Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader
◊ CW: Slight Stormbringer Suggestions but no official spoilers
◊ Word Count: 1.0k
A spiraling world of colors and images that Chuuya could only imagine had appeared when he met you. To him, you were human. The type of human that was pure and beautiful; Who had flaws and acknowledged them. And, god, how he loved you for it.
In this chaotic, unraveling mess of an underworld, the mafioso beguiled in the tempestuous light of your embrace. How far he had come from his nightmarish scene of ice and blood.
The dull tick of an analog clock trickled into the silence of the midnight-filled evening. No moonlight flooded the room through the lace-lined window sills. Instead, the gentle wafts of cotton-like clouds enveloped the sweet shine of the moonstone in the skies.
Chuuya stared at the ceiling. His mind occasionally drifted to the redundant sounds of the clock, but, for the most part, he indulged in the light inhale and exhale of your breath.
You were alive beside him. He could hear your heart colliding against his chest. It sang a song of life and rejuvenation; Something he wondered would chime in his own chest.
Then a soft rustle beside him signaled the end of your peaceful slumber.
"Chuuya...? Are you still up?" The grogginess of your voice made the ends of his lips upturn slightly and he gently rolled onto his side to hold you tighter.
He whispered your name in the stillness and you reciprocated with a soft, sleepy smile that made his heart slowly melt. "Go back to sleep."
"Are you going to?"
Chuuya wished he could say yes. He wished he could stop staring at the ceiling and listening to a heart that beat from the life of another. He wished... Well, Chuuya wished for a lot of things.
"No, probably not."
"Mmm, then obviously I'm not either," you chuckled, "How about you tell me what's wrong? Bad dream?"
His eyes softened at the word. How he wished he could define the word "dream" in his own vocabulary. But dreams were the concepts and ideas that swam in the memories of others, not him.
Chuuya swallowed thickly. "No. None at all, in fact."
"Then... what's up?"
His silence prompted a short reassurance that he didn't need to say anything unless he truly desired it.
But Chuuya shook his head, lifting a hand to timidly stroke your cheek with his thumb. "Do you think we'll be together for a long time?" Chuuya whispered the words as if they were molded from glass.
"I hope so."
Your answer gave him that familiar rush of butterflies he occasionally had when with you. And he exhaled tenderly at the words. "There's just been so many people I've lost. I'm worried that one day I'll wake up and you won't be in my arms anymore. I couldn't lose you, I can't lose you."
"But I'm so scared of that. Could you even believe that?" He took a moment to scoff at himself. "I'm Arahabaki. I'm a vessel for destruction. I'm not even meant to be alive. Everything I've gained, I've lost... That's why you can't be another one of them."
You could see the insecurities flow into those beautiful eyes you'd fallen deeply for. They swirled and spiraled in a messy, cacophonic hurricane and Chuuya was in the eye of the storm. The man that lay beside you was a man that gave so much and expected so little, lay loyal to the whole world even if its back was against him, and cherished every little breath you sent out into this vast universe. You cupped his face, studying the sadness, regret, and sensitivity in his soul.
"I won't," you finally said, "I'm yours; forever and always. I know how hard you work for others. I see the way you extend a hand to others, I see your selflessness, and I see your humanity. For everything you've given to the world, I want to give you ten times more."
Chuuya seemed starstruck now. His mind was off the dull analog clock, nor did it trace the pattern of your heart. But, most of all, you could see the storm in his eyes wash away with this enveloping love. It flew like a swarm of a thousand butterflies and settled in his adoring gaze.
And after a peaceful quiet that only two lovers could enjoy, Chuuya asked his final question of the night.
"Tell me about your dreams."
"Dreams?"
"Yes, dreams, idiot. I didn't ask for nightmares, did I?" The soft, questioning observance in his eyes did little to subside the rush of warmth he gathered for you.
"Mm. I dream about you sometimes. I dream about a life we'd have in the future. Sometimes it's stupid things, other times it's scary. What about you?"
Chuuya simply smiled, "I don't dream. Although, sometimes I think you are one."
A soft slap to Chuuya's chest sent the two of you into a fit of quiet laughter in the early hours of the morning.
"That was so stupid," you gasped through whispy laughs. Chuuya rolled his eyes, squeezing you gingerly.
Your attention to the clock came soon after and it was then that you smiled brilliantly. "It's your birthday now."
"Is it?" Chuuya asked nonchalantly.
"I'd never forget it. How about you make a wish?"
"A wish?" Chuuya's bewildered tone left plenty of room for you to laugh at the childish manner he spoke in.
"Yes, a wish. Tell me any wish you want and I'll try to make it come true."
All of a sudden the wishes Chuuya had were all but lost into the starry sky. What else could he have in this world? He had never asked for much originally. In this jumbled world, filled with the plights of humans, and the perfectionism of lovers, Chuuya didn't quite have an answer. Then, it finally came to him.
"Alright. Then, I wish we have sweet dreams tonight."
do you ever think about how much Dazai left behind when he came to the agency and just sob? the port mafia are rich, okay? like, crazy rich. so dazai probably was, too. at 16 if chuya had his own house and was being escorted in shiny black cars, dazai had the same privileges. he wore expensive clothes, you can literally just see it. he was an executive. of the port mafia. and now he's basically broke. can you imagine going from that to this in one night? only because it was a dying friend's wish? he lost Oda and Ango in a period of two days, lost Chuya the next. he left behind everything he had known and worked for that day. he had the burden of so many wrongs, all to shoulder alone. still he moved on. he cares about Chuya, and he cares about Atsushi. he went so far as to risk his life for him. this man was a kid who didn't want to live. he didnt believe there was any value in living. this man jokes about everything and drinks himself to sleep, bad enough to make it hard waking up. this man is in pain, so much fucking pain and its so unfair. I never want to hear anyone say Dazai is heartless or cold or selfish. yes, he's a morally grey character. yes, he's done bad things and committed many sins. but he is trying to get better. not even for himself but for a friend he lost, and for the friends he can lose any time and day. I will never not love him, and I will never not punch anyone in the face to defend him.
