Ngl "Gravity" From Hazbin Hotel suits BEAST!CHUUYA/SOUKOKU so much.
Here's why:
GRAVITY SONG LYRICS AND HOW THEY FIT BEAST SOUKOKU↓↓
"The rage in me is terminal, there's no remedy but to burn them all". — When Chuuya went on a rampage after learning about Dazai's death.
"I still got a job to do, my mission's incomplete" — The "mission" could refer to Chuuya wanting to be the one to take Dazai's life someday but failed to do so since the latter had offed himself.
"Only a traitor could consider making peace" — This could be the moment when Atsushi went to visit him at the Government facility where he was chained up and when he ordered something to Atsushi but the latter told him that he no longer works for the Port Mafia.
"You think you're hell's great saviour, will you still when I return the favor?" — Could refer to Chuuya's desire to make the Armed Detective Agency pay for Dazai's "death".
"Wishing you were there when they needed you" — This fits cuz Dazai kept Chuuya at arm's length and Chuuya wasn't there to witness Dazai's final moment and not to mention there was something stated at the novel that says "The one I trusted as a partner and protected as a boss committed $uicid3 without telling me anything".
"The only soul who's ever completed you" — Get it? Because both Chuuya and Dazai were described as 'Two souls in One body' they both compliment one another and as the saying goes "Dazai makes Chuuya feel Human and Chuuya makes Dazai feel alive".
"Eye for an Eye says you owe me a debt" — Can be Chuuya referring to how Dazai owes him an explanation on why he offed himself without saying anything to him.
notes: reader is the daughter of the current mayor of Gotham, both reader and Damian are 17, reader is plotting on Damian HARD, reader is kinda spoiled (not in a bad way), budding relationship, tw sports day, title from the song Sports by Beach Bunny
Part 2
The mid-afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the grass which creeps up along the grandstand. The overhead cover doesn’t do much to shield you from heat, but it’s better than participating in the long jump. Trust Gotham Academy to have a twenty-four-acre playing field, filled to the brim with sport facilities (even a cricket pitch, who plays cricket?). And of course, they must hold sports day on the hottest day of the year yet. Mid-June in Gotham isn’t meant to be so hot that any physical activity more strenuous than breathing breaks you out in pools of sweat, and yet, here we are. The school branded PE kit is also an awful touch, the top that clings too tight under the armpits and is baggy everywhere else, and the skort with the shorts that always ride up when you’re walking.
Everyone else is over by the tennis courts, leaving you on your lonesome. Which is fine. It’s peaceful, calm, and most importantly, in the shade. It’s hard to make friends when you join halfway through the year. A snap election in Gotham’s local political scene had you taken out of boarding school and dragged back home, kicking and screaming along the way. But Gotham Academy isn’t that bad. And the sports grounds are quite beautiful. Sports day still sucks though, no matter what school is enforcing the humiliation ritual.
Now on your fifth SOS message to your dad begging for an email into school to excuse you, he’s still not responding. It’s honestly insulting. There’s only so much hiding a girl can do in one school organised and registered day. What’s good about being the daughter of the mayor if he can’t even get you out of sports day?
“Are you hiding?”
The voice makes you jump about a foot in the air off the wooden bench. The grandstand had been deserted except for you. You, and now Damian Wayne. Your eyes immediately drop to the three gold medals hanging around his neck and resting in the centre of his chest. Not real gold, obviously. Just the plastic medals they get for every sporting venture they need to reward in some way. Slowly, you shut off your phone and let your gaze trail up from his chest to his gorgeous face.
He’s thriving in the heat. The only visible drops of sweat are along his hairline, and they’re a detriment to his hard work. He makes the regulation PE kit look good, and that’s saying something. Eventually, you reach his eyes.
“I saw the races.”
He seems pleased to hear that, but it’s difficult to tell. Humming in that confusing way he often does he sits down on the bench a few inches away. The warmth emitting from his body isn’t helping your overheating, but you wouldn’t dare move away. Not after all the work you’ve been putting in these past months.
Mayor electoral campaigning is tiring, so are all the events you had attend as a candidate’s daughter. Although, when Gotham’s most prolific billionaire showed up with his cute son in tow, who just so happens to be in your year at your new school, it’s not all that bad. Months of eye tag and smiles from across rooms that were usually met with blank looks finally cumulated in a well picked seat in English and a chance change of seating plan in math class three weeks ago. That really helped.
The two of you sit in silence, and you attempt to subtly inch closer. He definitely notices, but he doesn’t move away. A win is a win.
“Have you participated in any events?”
The silence is loud. “I was never good at sports. So…”
He huffs. “You’re not missing much. These people are not up to par. It’s not much of a competition.” He leisurely runs a hand through his dark hair, and you track the movement eagerly. His tan skin stretches so lovely over the sharp cut of his cheekbones and the way his jaw is always set in concentration fascinates you. You can’t help but wonder what he looks like relaxed.
Before you can stop yourself, or even think about what it is you’re saying, your mouth is open and words are spilling out. “Are you going tonight? To the thing.”
Damian arches one perfectly formed eyebrow. “The thing? You mean the charity gala raising money for local Gotham orphanages? The one that my father runs?”
You nod, playing it off. Very casual, very nonchalant. It’s a normal question that a normal person would ask. “Yep. That one. Are you going?” He nods. Somewhere across the rugby field they’re announcing over a megaphone that the high jump will start in five minutes.
You can feel his eyes on your face, and you will your cheeks not to flush. They’re probably already red from exposure to the sun. He must find what he’s looking for because he turns away again and directs his attention to the grounds.
You’re now trying to act natural and look anywhere but him, but your eyes have a mind of their own and keep being drawn back in. Damian hasn’t moved an inch since he sat down and seems undeterred by the constant fidgeting and shifting. The longer you sit in silence the more at home he seems, and the more you fidget, until eventually he stands. Your eyes follow, obviously, and he meets your gaze, steady and knowing. You swallow, mouth suddenly dry.
“I’ll see you tonight.”
You don’t speak as he turns to exit the row and jogs down the stairs to the grounds, breaking into a sprint when he reaches the grass. I’ll see you tonight.
By some sort of miracle, your phone buzzes with a response from your dad. Mayor duties will never be more important than getting his princess out of sports day. Thank God.
Compilation/Masterlist of Official Information for The Freak Circus
I don't know if anyone has done this yet, but I wanted to put together a masterlist of the asks answered and posts made by @nekoboydreams regarding their game The Freak Circus!
I organized the posts by whether they had something to do with game development, or if they were related to the lore or characters. I'm planning on continuing to add links as posts are made, so this will be updated frequently! I'm going to organize them better as soon as all the posts are linked, but that may take a little while, so I apologize for the mess. 😅
I decided to do this because, as someone who loves consuming lore and understanding the characters as much as possible before writing them, it's a lot easier to find the posts in this format – I did it for myself, but wanted to share it with the people and do my due diligence. 🫡
There are quite a lot of posts to go through, so this list is not up-to-date quite yet (as of 08/08), but I will continue working on it in my free time! I'm currently up to the first post of June 24th.
★ Posts Regarding Game Development:
Pierrot Concept Sketches and CG Artwork (June 6th)
Pierrot Expressions (June 8th)
Is the story based on commedia dell'arte? (June 13th)
Game Release Link (June 15th)
Question Regarding Translating the Game into Another Language (June 16th) - [2]
Post Thanking Supporters/Asking Questions (June 17th)
Will the Official Game Have Pronoun Options? (June 17th)
Will There be Intimate Scenes in the Game? (June 18th)
Can We Write Fanfictions? (June 18th) - [2]
Update on Game Progress/Official Merch (June 20th)
Is the Creator Comfortable with 18+ Questions? (June 20th)
How Long Did it Take to Develop the Game? (June 20th)
Is the Game Going to Have 18+ Scenes? (June 20th)
Pierrot's Show OST (June 20th)
Will Other Characters Have Their Own Routes and Endings? (June 21st)
Reuploading/Reposting Game Policy (June 22nd)
Inspiration for Designing Pierrot (June 22nd)
Will There Be an Ending where the MC Ends up with Both Pierrot and Harlequin? (June 23rd)
★ Posts Regarding Characters/Lore:
Pierrot and Harlequin Having Different Intensities (June 11th)
Pierrot and Harlequin CGs/Differences in Character (June 12th)
Pierrot and Harlequin Fighting Over MC (June 13th)
History Between Pierrot and Harlequin/Lore on the Love Triangle Between Pierrot, Harlequin, and Columbina (June 14th)
Pierrot and Harlequin Character Sketches (June 14th)
Why did Pierrot fall for the MC so quickly?/Lore About the "Angel's" Death (June 15th)
Information About Pierrot's Character/If There Will Be Other Characters in the Game (June 16th)
Information About the Pink Tent/Ticket (June 16th)
Pierrot's Height (June 16th)
Do the members of the Circus Have Casual Attire? (June 17th)
Canon Character Sexualities (June 17th)
Pierrot and Harlequin Heights/Are They Monsters from the Story?/Why Does Harlequin Become Interested in the MC/Lore about the Pink Tickets (June 17th)
Pierrot Getting Ready to Kick Harlequin's Ass (June 17th)
Pierrot Canonically Gets Shy Very Quickly/Easily (June 17th)
What Does the Carnival Food do to the MC's Mind? (June 17th)
Pierrot Would Never Let the MC into the Pink Tent if You Have His Affection (June 17th)
Pierrot and Harlequin with an MC Who Has Never Been to a Circus Before (June 18th)
Did Pierrot Use Paint or Blood to Color the Paper Rose? (June 18th)
Jester's Reaction to Harlequin Telling Him About the MC (June 18th)
Was Pierrot Obsessed with Columbina? (June 18th)
Who is the Unknown Person who Gave MC the Pink Ticket?/Identity of the Mysterious Stranger (June 18th) - [2]
Is There Any Other Specialty Offered by the Tickets Other Than Front Row Seating? (June 18th)
Why is the Circus Called "The Freak Circus"? (June 19th)
Information About Harlequin's Personality, Symbol, and Tongue Shape (June 19th)
Pierrot's Reaction to MC Wanting to Live with Him at the Circus (June 19th)
Who Chose Each Member's Role in the Circus? (June 19th)
Can Pierrot and Harlequin Get Someone Pregnant?+How Would They be as Dads?/Why Can't Pierrot Talk in Public? (June 19th)
Can Pierrot Handle Being Teased? (June 19th)
Do Harlequin and Pierrot Have Favorite Foods? (June 19th)
How Human Are the Circus Members?/Information About Pins/Information About the Food Stalls (June 19th) - [Pins as a Form of Competition]
Pierrot is Always Watching and Observing (June 19th)
Do the Characters Have Birthdays?/Is Harlequin's Story Related to the Origins of the Circus? (June 20th)
How Would Pierrot Recieve Kisses from a Shorter MC? (June 20th)
Pierrot and Harlequin's Reactions to an MC who is Obsessed with Them (June 20th)
Voice Claims? (June 20th)
Song that Gives off Harlequin Vibes (June 20th)
Pierrot and Harlequin's Favorite Seasons/Potential Endings to the Game (June 20th)
Do Pierrot and Harlequin Have Fursonas? (June 20th)
Do Pierrot and Harlequin Cuss? (June 20th)
How would Pierrot and Harlequin react to the MC only Wearing One Pin instead of both? (June 20th)
Are Pierrot and Harlequin Divorced? (June 20th)
What Would Happen if MC Asked Pierrot on a Date? (June 21st) - [2]
Is there a way to get into the Purple Tent? (June 21st)
What are Pierrot and Harlequin's Favorite Animals? (June 21st)
Was the Woman Killed During Pierrot's Show the Same Woman from the Coffee Shop? (June 21st) - [2]
What Time Period Does the Story Take Place In? (June 21st)
Do Pierrot and Harlequin Have Canonical Ages? (June 21st)
Difference Between When Pierrot Has Pupils vs. When They're Completely Black (June 21st)
Will We See More of Columbina in-game? (June 22nd)
If Pierrot Can Notice the MC's Heartbeat Changing, Would He Use That to His Advantage?/Would Harlequin? (June 22nd)
Pierrot's Thoughts on Nicknames (June 22nd)
Is Pierrot Wearing a Mask? (June 22nd)
Is the MC a Girl? (June 22nd)
Is There an Ending with Harlequin (June 22nd)
Does the Circus Have Animal Attractions? (June 22nd)
Do Pierrot and Harlequin Drink? (June 22nd)
Pierrot's Reaction to MC Hugging Him in Their Sleep (June 22nd)
Pierrot and Harlequin Interaction (June 23rd)
What do the Black Tickets Do? (June 23rd)
Why does the MC's Mouth Taste Funny When they wake up? (June 23rd)
Pierrot's Reaction to the MC in a Clown Costume (June 23rd)
Pierrot's Tongue (June 23rd)
Why Is Pierrot Silent? Does the Circus Have Rules? (June 23rd)
Information on the Pink Tickets+Tent/Where Did Pierrot Learn to Dance? (June 23rd)
Pierrot and Harlequin's Reactions to Their Colors Being MC's Favorite Color+The Color They Wear Most Often (June 23rd)
Characters' Voices/Theories About the Carnival Food/Pierrot with an MC with Self-Destructive Tendencies (June 23rd)
Pierrot and Harlequin's Reactions to MC Wearing Their Clothes/Information Regarding Harlequin's Puppets (June 23rd)
How Would the Characters React to an MC who Used to be a Clown? (June 24th)
demon prodigy, huh? (ada!dazai x current demon prodigy reader)
summary: in which dazai runs into you, the current demon prodigy of the port mafia and tries to form a bond.
content: ada!dazai x pm!fem!reader, reader is 15 with an attitude lmaoaoao, dazai calls reader "kid" a lot, not proofread, platonic love !!!!!
a/n: okay im on a roll and i wrote two chapters in one day i think i can do this HDJSNDJWNSJAJ
CHAPTER TWO
“Dazai-nii, huh?” You say softly, seeing how the words felt on your tongue. Your voice sounded like a whisper, even in the quiet of the night. “Hah! As if!” You scoff, followed by a series of shallow giggles. Dazai was a bit offended, but seeing you laugh, even just a little bit, made his heart feel lighter.
“How rude!” He pouts, sitting on the side of the curb and peeling away the packaging of his egg sandwich that he bought at the convenience store. “I wouldn’t laugh so hard if I were you, I can guarantee that you will be running back to me asking for brotherly advice!”
You sat down next to him, taking a sip of your soda, “You’re terribly confident, huh? You’re not even sure if we’ll see each other again.” You scoff, but there was no bite to your words. Dazai looked like a kicked puppy, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his pouty expression.
“Stop that. What are you, 5?”
“Don’t be so rude, Y/N! I’m still older than you!”
He crosses his arms, looking over at you. He sees that you haven’t opened your candy, or bought any other food that can fill your stomach. Luckily, he came prepared!
“Hey, aren’t you gonna eat?”
“Hm? Oh…right.”
You tear open the packaging of your snack, popping a few pieces in your mouth.
“You know,” Dazai starts, scooching over closer to you. “You’re gonna get sick if you eat just candy. You need sustenance, Y/N.” He says in a dramatic, scolding manner. He digs through his paper bag, pulling out two steaming hot meat buns. “Here.”
Dazai hands her the warm bun, waiting for her to take the first bite. “...Why are you being so nice to me?” She asks genuinely, the attitude in her voice starting to chip away. “I mean…we’re in rivaling organizations. I don’t think your colleagues will appreciate you talking to me.”
“Hm. A thank you would’ve been nice,” Dazai hums, chewing on the meat bun. “I’m not talking to you because you’re a Port Mafia executive, you know. Even if you aren’t, I still would chat with you if I saw you alone in that alleyway. And take you out for meat buns. You look like you need a snack, kiddo.” He lightly bumps your shoulder, trying to keep things lighthearted, but the loneliness in the air was undoubtedly heavy.
The two of you quietly ate the meat buns, the sound of crinkling paper wrappers and the occasional blowing to cool down the food were the only sounds shared between the two of you. Still, you finished your food. You didn’t realize you were that hungry.
“Dazai-san…?”
“It’s Dazai-nii.”
You sigh, throwing your head back in slight annoyance. “Fine. Dazai-nii.”
The nickname surprisingly didn’t feel foreign or unusual on your tongue—it felt natural. In a way, he was being quite brotherly by looking after you like this, bantering with you like this. “I hope you don’t mind me asking…but why did you quit?”
The question made Dazai pause, tilting his head and pondering if he should give you a real answer or just say something easier to understand. He chose the easy route. “Eh, it just…wasn’t my place anymore.”
“How come? Everyone said you were good at what you did, and you had such a high-rank. Surely you didn’t quit for such a simple reason!” Damn. This girl was way too curious.
Dazai sighed. He knew he wasn’t gonna shake you off so easily, but he didn’t want to tell you the full story about it either. He didn’t feel like bringing up Odasaku to you yet. No, not when you still had the Port Mafia deeply rooted in your heart. “Hm…that’s the best answer I can give, Y/N.”
You simply nodded, not bothering to press the issue any further. Still, your mind wandered.
“What about you? I mean…how’d you end up in that hellhole?” He asks, the question a mix of lightheartedness and genuine curiosity.
“I grew up in an orphanage. They kicked me out, said I was too dangerous for the other kids. Mori found me on the streets when I was ill…and this led to that.” You explained it so easily, as if you were simply talking about the weather.
Dazai felt…pity. Your story reminded him of Atsushi’s, and he wondered—what if it wasn’t Mori who took you in? What if it were him, or Kunikida, or Fukuzawa, anyone else but the man who molded children into weapons—would you be spared from seeing the horrors of this kind of life? He thought about where you could’ve been at that time, that if he could just turn back time and go back, he’d find you before anyone else did. He knew it first-hand; being in the mafia was no easy feat. Being a mafia executive was harder. Being Mori’s prodigy was suffocating.
“Hey, you still there?” You hum, tapping his shoulder.
“Psst. Hey.” still not listening.
A deep sigh came from you, “Dazai-nii.”
“Hm? Yes?” He turns his head towards you, a grin on his face. Asshole. “Ah, yes, sorry. I was just…lost in thought.” Dazai stands up, picking up his paper bag and brushing dust off his slacks. “It’s nothing, Y/N. Don’t worry about it. But I will say, you must head home. It’s already 3 in the morning, and I have to head to work in 4 hours. Let’s call it a night?”
You stood up, nodding and waving goodbye. You had to head home too. The two of you had opposite routes, so he couldn’t walk you back to your place.
“Hey, kid.” Dazai calls out. He was already strides away. “That alleyway from earlier…I hang around there a lot. Just to hide from Kunikida. Pay me a visit some time, will you?”
You turn your back, seeing only his figure illuminated by the dimmed streetlamp and the moonlight. You flashed him a polite smile and nodded. He didn’t seem so annoying anymore. Of course, you gave credit where it's due—he looked out for you tonight and gave you company, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. You felt a bit guilty, reducing his identity to ‘TRAITOR’ all those years ago without actually meeting him, but now you have met him. And you ate meat buns with him. And he was a pretty nice guy.
“...Yeah. I’ll see you soon, Dazai-nii.” You waved him goodbye and walked away.
When you arrived at your small, worn down apartment, you crashed onto the couch, not even bothering to walk the few steps that lead to the bedroom. You were exhausted—the training earlier this morning, the mission, the mere thought of training in a few more hours…it was a grueling schedule, but you tried to assure yourself it’ll be fine.
After a few minutes of shut-eye, you sat up on the couch abruptly, so fast it made you dizzy, but the point was to wake yourself up. “It’ll be okay. I’ll do better today.” You tell yourself, trying so hard to convince your mind that the next time you stepped into that godforsaken building will be better than the last.
demon prodigy, huh? (ada!dazai x current demon prodigy reader)
summary: in which dazai runs into you, the current demon prodigy of the port mafia and tries to form a bond.
content: ada!dazai x pm!fem!reader, reader is 15 with an attitude lmaoaoao, dazai calls reader "kid" a lot, not proofread, platonic love !!!!!
a/n: go to my masterlist for chap. 2 :P
CHAPTER 1
Dazai was walking the streets of Yokohoma on a particularly melancholy and cold night, expecting the usual silence of the sleeping city and a certain loneliness that seemed to follow him on nights like these. However, he was not expecting to run into you.
He heard of you through rumors, the new Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia. You didn’t realize he was standing at the entrance of an alleyway, too busy cleaning up the mess you made during the mission—no witnesses was what Mori said. You turned your back, surprised to see him. Who would be stupid enough to wander these parts of Yokohoma at this time of night?
Instinctively, you pulled out your pistol, pointing it at the man who stood a few strides away.
“Relax, It’s me.” he says, his voice calm and composed. You weren’t sure who it was, walking closer. The streetlights aided your vision and revealed the identity of the man. You only saw him in pictures, documents. Heard of him through stories from Mafia executives—Osamu Dazai. Former Demon prodigy.
It felt…weird. Standing in front of the man who once held the same title as you did. “You look way too young to be holding that. Seriously, does Mori still make kids work for him?” Dazai hums, redirecting your pistol downwards with his finger, careful not to put too much pressure.
“Are you–”
“Osamu Dazai? Yes. I am.”
He looked at you, taking note of how awfully young you looked. Perhaps you were the same age as him when he was still Demon Prodigy.
“How old are you, kid? Don’t you have a bed time?”
“...I’m busy, if you haven’t noticed. Please leave.”
Dazai wasn’t one to judge someone’s character so quickly, but looking at you was almost like looking at a mirror. You even had the same coat Mori gave him. It was uncanny, really—the same eyes, approach, the certain poise he was trained to have—it sent shivers down his spine.
“Huh. You work for Mori?”
“How did you–”
“Kid, you’ve gotta understand that I am not a clueless outsider. I was in the same place as you, you surely must’ve known!” He says in his typical, theatrical tone. “I’ve gotta ask, did your boss miss me that much? He must have! I mean…he went as far as making a copy of me!”
“What are you even talking about?” You retort, the words coming out a lot more aggressive than you intended. “Sorry. You just…talk a lot, huh?” A sigh leaves your lips, wiping away the thin sheen of sweat that rested on your forehead, the adrenaline from the mission wearing off.
Dazai presses a bandaged hand against his chest, as if you had physically pierced his feelings. “You hurt me, kid!” He says, tilting his head to the side. Despite his dramatic attitude, he remains alert. His eyes, sharp as ever, remained cautious with how dangerously close your finger hovered over the grip of the pistol.
“And here I thought the mafia taught the new generation some manners! Respect your seniors–”
“You aren’t my senior, traitor.”
“Whatever…”
He takes a step closer, the cold wind of the city sweeps through the alleyway, carrying the metallic scent of the “mess” you were cleaning up. He didn’t have to squint and look through the shadows, he knew exactly what Mori’s orders looked like. The playful cadence in his voice drops to a casual, almost mocking familiarity. “I talk a lot because you don’t talk enough! You haven’t even told me your name, Demon Prodigy. Let me guess…”
He gestures vaguely at your coat, flashing a sharp grin. “Mori gave you the whole speech of prim and proper mafia etiquette, something like that, didn’t he? How you have a reputation to uphold, and that you were his finest asset, so you should throw away your humanity for the sake of power and the organization?”
He huffs. You click your tongue. Smartass.
He leans against the brick walls of the alleyway casually, a humourless laugh escaping his lips.
“He loves that script! Used it on me, too. It’s funny, really. Did he really think he can just manufacture a perfect executioner if he dresses them up and hands them a gun?”
Dazai looks at you, you can’t tell if his gaze was heavy with something mocking you, or something close to pity, or perhaps a profound sense of nostalgia. “Tell me, kid…do you actually like being a puppet?”
You avert your gaze, avoiding eye contact. “I’m not a puppet. I do this on my own terms.” It was half-lie, half-truth. While you were being honest about doing all this willingly, you couldn’t really convince yourself that you weren’t a puppet. The mafia is all you’ve ever known ever since they picked you up from the streets. A part of you thought that being merciless, but drowning in riches and comfort was better, yet a stubborn part of your heart believed that your humanity was more important. It was a war you fought every waking day, and Dazai could see that. Because he knew.
Oh, he knew.
“Hey, kid…have you eaten yet?” He asks casually, pushing himself off the wall. “You won’t grow if you don’t sleep and eat properly.” Dazai would never admit it, but he saw how tired you looked. Exhausted, even. It was evident in your facial expression and how your body was practically going limp every time a cold breeze came in that you had no fuel in your body.
“Why?”
“There’s a convenience store just a few blocks away!” He says cheerily,
“Go by yourself.”
“No way! The streetlights there are busted, you can’t expect me to walk the scary dark streets alone!”
You scoff, running your fingers through your hair in annoyance at his persistence and stubbornness. “You’re a grown man!”
Dazai throws his hands in the air as if you’ve just accused him of something utterly preposterous. “Age has absolutely nothing to do with the fear of the dark! Besides, I am a very fragile, vulnerable, and delicate civilian now.” He says, gesturing to himself with a mock innocence. “Come on, kid! What if a mugger jumps out, what am I supposed to do? Bore them to death with my charm?”
You stare at him, completely deadpan. You’re holding a loaded gun, standing over a freshly cleaned crime scene, and the former mafia executive is currently whining about a broken streetlamp. The sheer absurdity of it all! It made your head ache. You should shoot him, you could shoot him…but would you? An irrational thought of yours was telling you to just do it and get rid of him, but your curiosity got the best of you. But curiosity often killed the cat.
Beneath the annoyance, your stomach betrayed you.
It lets out a loud, aggressive growl.
You freeze, the silence that follows is deafening. A hot flush of embarrassment rising to your cheeks as you fiercely glared at the concrete floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world. You haven’t eaten since yesterday morning—you were juggling consecutive missions and your rigorous training schedule left you starving, but you didn’t have any room for something as trivial as a lunch break.
A slow, triumphant grin spreads across his stupidly handsome face. “Aha! The stomach of the Demon Prodigy has spoken, and it demands tribute!!” He steps forward, slinging an arm over your shoulder, completely ignoring the pistol you still haven’t fully holstered.
“H-hey! Watch it! I’m holding a loaded weapon!” You yelp, backing away and storing away the gun, but it was still close enough for you to reach when needed.
“Come on. My treat. Consider it as tax for taking over my old job.” Your instinct was telling you to run away, to draw your knife, to scream at him. You should call Mori. You should kill him. But as his hand rests lightly on your shoulder, avoiding any pressure points that would trigger a defensive reflex, you remember something terrifying—you completely forgot his ability could nullify yours.
His touch feels heavy. For a split second, the suffocating weight of your own ability—the power that constantly runs through your veins—simply vanishes. It’s quiet. You could tell he was still cautious. He wasn’t as casual as he seemed to be.
“Don’t look so miserable,” He says softly, his tone shifting just enough for you to catch the underlying gravity. “It’s just the convenience store. The Port Mafia won’t crumble if you take twenty minutes to yourself…and dedicate it to me, of course!”
The walk to the store was oddly…peaceful. You stayed quiet while Dazai hummed a tune, keeping you at arm’s length. You weren’t used to this, walking casually like you were buddies. The only walks you go on were either alone, or with subordinates on the way to a mission.
Dazai didn’t mind your silence or reluctance to chat with him, you were right to be wary about him. But that didn’t stop him from being his usual talkative self. “So, are you gonna tell me your name or will you remain Demon Prodigy in my book?”
“You already know that I’m Demon Prodigy, surely you know my name already.” You say softly, watching as your breath turned into mist in the cold night. It was colder than usual.
“I do! But you gotta say it, that’s how you introduce yourself, right?”
“...Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you, lovely Y/N.”
A few steps later, Dazai spoke once more. He sure knew how to keep the conversation going. “How old are you, kid? Again, you seem terribly young to be out at this hour. Let alone hold a gun.”
“I’m 15.” You admit casually. It wasn’t like you kept it a secret, you just weren’t loud about it. You didn’t see any point in bragging about being younger than most in the mafia, it was all about skill–you often just kept quiet about it in order to avoid condescension.
“Great! Same age as I was when I was in your place.”
You halted abruptly, “Look…you seem to reminisce a lot from when you were an executive. Why’d you turn your back on it if you miss it so much?”
It was quiet for a few moments, the two of you nearing the store. “I never said I missed it.”
Dazai walks into the convenience store, a tired clerk half asleep on the cashier. “Pick out whatever you want, my treat.” was what he said before the two of you separated aisles. You picked out a few items—a soda, some candy, and some hair pins.
“That’s quite an assortment of items you’ve got there, but I’m not sure hairpins taste good with soda.” He hums sarcastically from behind, making you startled. You can feel the exhaustion creeping in—for you, the lack of alertness meant you needed to sleep.
“Seriously, Y/N, You gotta eat *something*. Prodigies have to perform well! Food is fuel, kiddo.”
“Stop calling me that. And I need these hairpins. My hair gets in the way.”
Dazai watches as you tuck your hair behind your ears. You looked so endearing in this aisle—choosing out hair pins for your hair was awfully girly of you.
“I still wonder how they chose a girl like you to be my replacement…” He wonders, rubbing his chin dramatically. “Not that I have a problem with you being a girl, of course! It’s just…you don’t look like a cold-hearted mafioso, really. You look like you’re in high school.”
“I am supposed to be in high school.” You answer with an uninterested tone, looking through the shelves. “But I think I’m smart enough.”
The two of you walked to the cashier, having to tap on the clerk’s shoulder to get him to wake up and scan the items. Dazai insisted he walked you home to wherever you were staying, but you turn him down considering your dorm was still mafia property, and you didn’t want to get involved with any trouble he might face.
Outside the store was quiet, the air was cold. You checked your watch, squinting your eyes to see the hands pointing at the numbers. 2:45AM. You tap on Dazai’s shoulder, showing him the time, “Dazai-san…you should head home. Don’t you have work tomorrow?”
He smiles at your politeness, “Ah, how considerate of you! Seems like you do have manners, haha! But don’t worry about me, Y/N-chan! I’m sure my colleagues are used to me slacking off at work by now!”
“And…stop calling me that.”
“Calling you what?”
“Dazai-san. It’s too formal, especially for a kid as rude as you.”
You roll your eyes, clutching the paper bag that carried your items. With a sigh, you looked at him, seeing the dumb grin he had plastered on his face. “What should I call you then?”
I just had an agnsty idea someone should write. “Risk it all” by Bruno Mars has been stuck in my head for a while and I think someone should write a fic inspired by it.
Like the reader sacrifices themselves to save the batboys. I have a few example ideas:
mugging involved and the mugger has a gun and we jump/push the batboy aside (or villain)
a rouge car and the reader pushes the batboy out the way, kidnapping but the reader says to take them/punish them instead
Pushing a villain off a roof (using their body) to save the batboys
or they’re under a mind control and the reader knows their weakness is themselves…so they injure themselves or “kill” themselves (like they aimed to heavily injure themselves to either be killed or be in a coma…obviously they don’t die)
This could be where they’re in a rough patch or after a fight. The reader survives or is alive but they’re unresponsive for a days/weeks/months…(or die then come back to life…like the machines stops for a little bit and then starts up again…) and the batboys reflect on the issue and their relationship. Or they finally confess their feelings
And the fluff!!!!
(Don’t be afraid to make it really angsty or drag out the angst…or make them a civilian/no powers super hero bc that makes it more angsty…)
PLEASE I NEED SOME GOOD ANGST THAT WILL MAKE ME CRY AND/OR MAKE ME TEARY!!!!
summary: A fight between the port mafia and detective agency breaks out and it ends with one executive missing.
CW: Yandere Dazai (?), previously lovers, gunshot wound, dark themes
word count: 823
a/n: I saw a tiktok w/ chuuya and the stairs and remembered I had this draft sitting unfinished lmfao. this is also my first post, be nice...
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stray. that was what you were before the port mafia took you in and placed you under dazai’s watch. they kept you fed, taught you how to hone your ability, and gave you power.
the port mafia was your family and dazai was your mentor, best friend, and you other half all at once so when he had suddenly disappeared without a word you felt as if the world was crashing before your eyes.
you thought he was dead. no contact for years and you had believed that you would never see him again.
you used that heartbreak, the betrayal, and hardened your heart to climb to the top of the ranks, taking your seat at the executives table.
the first time you had saw him again was in the warehouse after the encounter with the weretiger.
“you should get away from them. i can arrange a spot for you. at the agency.”
why would you leave? the port mafia was your family. they gave you everything you had. how could you turn your backs on them like he did.
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the offer came multiple times and each time it was a resound “no”. you wouldn’t betray your family like that and especially not to be an agency scum.
even during the truce, he practically stared into your soul as you were standing behind Mori. you could see and feel the cogwheels in his head turning but you were sure that he wouldnt give up.
and you wouldn’t give in either.
which then leads to the current situation.
the port mafia and the agency has gotten into yet another scuffle. bullets were whizzing by and the mansion was nearly destroyed.
what or who instigated the fight? no clue. all you knew was that somehow you had to back away to the safety of the halls after a bullet had somehow made contact with your leg.
you had hope that chuuya and akutagawa could handle themselves. the only one you had to worry about was dazai because you did not spot him at all during the fight.
you hugged the wall of the hallway as you bent down to inspect your wound. it wasn’t bad enough that your ability couldn’t lessen the injury temporarily.
you placed your hands on the wound with the intent to heal as much as you could but nothing happened. it felt as if your ability was dormant, but, that couldn’t be the case unless…
that was when you felt the cold touch on your shoulder.
you quickly turned around and saw him. dazai. but the look on his face was different. it felt too calm, too calculated.
you could feel and hear the alarm bells ringing in your head and you had a hell of a sixth sense so you booked it.
you had enough adrenaline in your system to ignore the pain for now. you just had to get upstairs to the surface. however, that adrenaline only lasts so long before it dies out.
your fast and hurried footsteps were the total opposite compared to the ones behind you. it was like he was just taking a stroll in the garden.
you quickly turned around sharp corner, trying to stop your momentum but failing as you slammed into the wall. but you couldn’t stop now.
you were faced with the stairs and no questions had to be asked before you quickly tried to climb them.
the injuries in your leg had finally made themselves known when the next thing you knew, you had made it four steps up before you fell.
you had to keep going, your racing heart was telling you that he was right behind you and you had to move. now.
so you got up, half climbing and half crawling up the stairs. until a bandaged hand had grabbed your waist and the other had made its way to the other side of your head, resting on the stair step.
“you know, you should’ve just agreed to come with me the first time i asked” he whispered in your ear. you could smell him, feel him, and definitely hear him.
“dazai, let go of me now.” you demanded, the fight in your voice evident.
a low chuckle came from his lips.
“what happened to calling me osamu? we were way too close to call each other formally” he started tapping rhythmically with one finger on the steps.
you tried to elbow him away but the next thing you knew, you were starting to lose your vision and felt your body being picked up.
“shh… just rest. since you clearly can’t make the right choice, i’ll make it for you. just like always.”
you could feel the vibrations on his chest as he carried you somewhere. location? no clue.
the last thing you remembered was him and his stupid humming.
dazai was elated. he had gotten what he wanted and all it took was one bullet.
----It wasn’t everyday you’d find a three year old running around campus causing a ruckus. Usually students wouldn’t have to deal with this, but with Crowley you had to deal with everything. Now… why is it when you catch this small trouble maker it calls you “momma”?
AUs: None
Rating: SFW
Note: Hi, hi! So, basically, I wasn't going to finish this and posted it as a WIP and people really liked it. So, then I had no other choice but to finish it! And I hope you like it.
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Crowley in-listed you to help with the child problem around school. No, wait that sounded bad. A young fae no older than five got into night raven campus and has been running amok. Some students say he appeared out of thin air. So, obviously, you: the defenseless, Magic-less human with no knowledge of fae or even how some of these basics of this world work, you were the schools best bet against this ‘threat.’ And so, your oh so kind instructor pushed this task onto you and left.
Not without you demanding an extra allowance, but still.
Thankfully, you were well equipped with a grumpy cat-weasel thing who is so glad to help and definitely did not try and run away. “Ehh? Why do I have to help ya??” Grim whined as he hung limply, your hand firmly grasping his scruff as you held him up. He was so generous and did not need to be bribed at all.
You sighed, “I’ll put some money aside from this to get you tuna.” Technically, that was a lie. No, you were going to fix the window Grim broke from practicing his magic in the house, again.
“I want two cans!” The motivated cat purred and jumped onto your shoulders. Now, you can finally begin your mission and take on this… threat...?
This threat was a real threat!
The sight of the frozen cafeteria did scare you. You had learnt that after you had stumbled upon the frozen dinning hall; all of this was from the baby fae! What on Earth were you suppose to even do once you caught the child?
How would you catch this kid without being frozen exactly? Why were you put on this task?
There was a mountain of ice and a many frozen students who were actively being saved by other students most of whom were made to help. They had gotten lucky in your option. They didn’t have to find the kid. “So much magic…" An awestruck student said, "it’s hard to believe a kid did this.” The nameless person mumbled as they helped thaw the room out. You couldn’t help but hum in agreement to yourself.
What kid could do this when Deuce struggled with making anything but cauldrons while he was somewhere new! It was… overwhelming magic for sure. Even for you to stand in the middle of it, magicless. And this was just the dining hall!
Apparently, you had three more places to check out.
“Not much to see here.” Grim grumbled from your shoulder, just then a ball of fire came hurtling towards the two of you! “Eek!!” Grim squealed jumping of your shoulder while you ducked.
“Sorry!” A no name student called out… He had been using the fire to dethaw some students.
“We should leave… and fast.” You said as you turned to leave in a hurry. You tripped on the ice almost tripped on the ice while you left.
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The very next place you checked was the courtyard, where Mr. Vargas liked to make you run in the blistering heat. PE was horrible. Everyone else got to be on their dumb magic brooms while you were stuck doing laps.
Mr. Vargas did like to make the boys sweat afterwards though. You got to sit on the grass and laugh at them cheer them on! Especially Ace, who always lagged behind.
Anyway, in the place of the field of green grass that your peers used to practice flying on a broom, was a field of fire. Green fire no less. At least it was still green? You stayed a distance away while you watched a group of five students try and summon water magic to help fight these flames. “If you don’t do this right, it’ll be off with your heads!” Next to them, a familiar short, red-haired boy was shouting at them and telling them what they were doing wrong.
You liked to think it wouldn't actually be off with their heads, Riddle was above that... Now. You liked to think it was just motivation to make them work harder!
Because it was mostly Heartslabyul students, it worked. "Hey! Riddle?" You called out to the boy. The Housewarden looked at you and jogged up to meet you a way away from the green flames. Was Sebek here as well? You swore you heard his voice shouting...
"You shouldn't be here. This area is off-limits to anyone outside of the Equestrian club because of the danger." Riddle crossed his arms; his tone was pretty gentle though. You nodded along to what he was saying, because it made sense.
"Crowley wants us to find the Fae doing this, do you know anything about it?" You decided to get right to the point. Riddle was busy enough as it was. He seemed to appreciate it too.
The boy glanced back at the students trying to figure out how to calm the fire and shook his head. "I think I heard a few third years mention a blur of H/C going into the school." He mentioned, you mostly knew the kid was in the school. It was one of the places Crowley wanted you to check out, Mr. Trein's class, after that you didn't really know where the kid could be.
You smiled and thanked Riddle before turning to leave, the boy glanced back at the fire before stepping a bit closer to you, a slightly embarrassed look on his face. "Uh- Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to have tea with me later I-"
"Dorm leader! it's spreading!" A student shouted out, a panicked look on their face as they rushed up to the two of you. Riddle muttered something under his breath, before jogging back to the fire. To step up to calm the flames even more than what the regular student could do so you left.
“This seemed handled enough…” You muttered, a bit disappointed that you didn't get to finish your conversation with Riddle, Grim simply rolled his eyes and you two turned to leave.
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You went to Mr. Trein’s classroom next. Your most boring class of twisted wonderland, history, uh... you think. Truthfully you hadn’t stayed awake long enough to know what class he taught.
It was not for lack of trying either!
He just drew out his words and spoke in just a boring robotic tone, it could put anyone to sleep! I digress. The cat: Lucius liked you too, he tended to let you sleep more while waking up other students.
Anyway, in place of the classroom was… an overgrown forest? In the center of it, you noticed a tall, well groomed, teal haired male, squatting down to examine what appeared to be a mushroom….
Obviously. it was Jade. He was part of the Mountain Lovers Club. The sole member actually if you remember right. Crowley mentioned something about the clubs handling the situations. So...
This seemed… handled-ish….
You would be taking your leave now. You closed the door silently and Grim groaned. "This is so boring." He whined, "Why do we have to do this?!" You shrugged slightly.
"Crowley said he'll give an extra allowance this week if we do this." You mumbled, "We could really use it to fix that window you broke." You reminded the cat. He huffed and glared at you a bit childishly, crossing his furry arms silently on your shoulder.
"I thought you said I could have extra tuna?" He realized, jumping off your shoulder he pointed at you in an accusatory manner; you sighed a bit.
You didn’t have time to find him right now. "We can talk about this later." You walked past him but when he didn't follow you, you turned around.
Where did Grim go...? You looked around the halls for him, "Grim?!" Didn’t he know not to wonder off while there was a threat on campus!
Where did Grim go...? You looked around the halls for him, "Grim?!" Didn’t he know not to wonder off while there was a threat on campus!
This fae would eat him alive!
Feeling even more motivated and slightly panicked, you ran off to find the cat and disregard the threat that was getting killed by meeting this Fae kid unarmed. Uncated? Either way.
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“Someone help me!” You finally heard Grims's voice after looking for him for... quite a while actually. Pushing the door to the classroom open, you found...
Nothing.
Every potion was on its self, the stirring sticks where the usually go, nothing burned, frozen, or overgrown nothing was… well anywhere. At least anywhere out of place. “Someone, help me!” A cried out a very familiar voice squeaked out. Hesitantly, you walked closer to where you heard Grim’s voice.
This felt like something out of a horror movie.
A cauldron, inside of it was the soft glow of blue flames. No doubt caused by Grins fire ears. “Grim…?” You spoke softly. Peeking inside the steel pot, you saw a young boy, a long tail curled up beside him and one horn on the side of his head. In his arms was Grim, held tightly like he was a stuffed animal. He sniffled and then looked up at you with the most striking green eyes you’ve ever seen…
“Y/n!” Grim cried out, relief flooding his voice and breaking you from the little boy's curse of cuteness.
You plucked Grim from the kid's arms and He crawled onto your shoulders.
“Momma!” The boy, still in the cauldron yelled out, stumbling to get up and jump into your arms, get hindered by the caldron he found himself stuck in. His face was red from tears, and he looked scared… his small hands shaking with fear. He sniffled more, his chubby hands rubbing away his tears as they fell. Your heart ached slightly seeing those tears.
This can't be the same boy running amok in the school's campus. He was just so... non-threatening?
So, without a second thought. You picked the small boy up and cooed at him. Grim stared at you bewildered, His experience far more intimidating them yours.
Didn't you know how tight that boy was holding him?! Poor Grim almost didn't make it. He whined and frowned at the attention you were giving the boy.
Now, you just had to take this sweetheart to Crowley.
Either way, the small boy was absolutely adorable! Sure, he may or may not have caused this week's class cancelations but really, Ace was thanking the boy for it, so all was fine! Back at ramshackle, you realized, he was just a kid.
He was using some crayons to draw. He screamed like a bit of a brat when you tried to make him eat some broccoli you got... You thought it would be good for you and grim and neither of you ate it.
His big electric green eyes that reminded you of… someone? But who was it again? Well, it didn’t matter. The boy had green eyes, H/ced hair and these two small slightly curled horns on top of his head.
His ears were pointed just like a fae’s but just slightly? They weren’t as long nor as sharp as a regular fae’s like Lilia. It was hard to explain. It was the oddest thing- he had a tail as well! A long blackish purple one at that. And he was excellent at magic, if the destroyed campus told you anything. “Are you mad at me?” He looked up at you with teary eyes after you informed Crowley you caught him.
“Why would I be mad at you?” You asked the small boy curiously, blinking at him a bit confused at the question. His large electric green puppy eyes weren’t exactly helping you stand strong and not coddle him either.
“Because I made the rooms a mess…” he rubbed his large cheeks free from stray tears. Not that he was any good at it either, you just shook your head and kneeled to the floor, wiping them away for him.
Something about this boy made you wanted to care for him and protect him- he was just do cute. “Nonsense, you were scared. A little mess is fine as long as you weren’t hurt.” When you looked at him you felt something akin to cuteness aggression. This little fae was adorable! If Crowley didn’t find his parents, you’d take him in!
Ignore how poorly you yourself lived in ramshackle! And how much of your food was canned tuna because Grim insisted on it over actual food.
And the window that you still needed to fix and were most likely going to spend this week's allowance on...
The boy nodded, cuddling into your side like a small cuddly cat.
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He was adorable but children were a handful.
Crowley, after assigning you to catch the kid, gave you the poor child to take care of. So, you had been living with the child for three whole days.
Not to say the kid- who’s name you learned was Casper- was a handful. In fact, he was a sweetheart. He tended to shy away from things a bit, and he was a bundle of nerves sometimes.
He definitely got overwhelmed when left by himself, often resorting to crying and when he cried his magic tended to...
Anyway, Despite the amount of magic he held at his fingertip, he’d rush to you at the slightest creak of the floorboards, held onto you tightly, and hide his face in your shirt.
When it was finally time to go to school you didn’t really know what to do with the kid…? We’re you suppose to just… bring a kid to class with you? I mean, you already bring a cat, and the kid would probably be more well behaved then Grim.
So you brought Casper with you. And it was fine He was very sweet, maybe a little to shy, the teachers did love him. He introduced himself to them from behind your leg.
That was two days ago, now you were in the cafeteria. You hadn't been here in two days because, well you weren't sure if Casper would be okay around the crowd of students. Some of whom were still bitter about the Ice things... and the green fire thing.
“Fufufu, what do we have here?” Lilia popped up out of absolutely nowhere. "I heard a rumor about a trouble make~" He smirked.
“Grandpa Lilia!” The kid for once didn’t shy away. You had expected him to start crying. (He had before after all, when Jade introduced himself to the boy.) Lilia simply smiled and accepted the boy's affections, nodding along as he babbled about his day. Meanwhile, you were staring bewildered at the boy.
And... That was your lunch.
With of course, Ace and Deuce coming to keep you company while Lilia entertained Casper.
Most of your lunch you'd glance at the two. 'Grandpa Lilia?' You wondered why he was unusually not shy? He was a talkative boy to you, but with a stranger, no way... “Where Papa?” He asked looking up at the older fae with his large sparkling eyes. Oh, maybe Lilia knew the boy's parents! He was an older fae himself, right?
“Yes, good question indeed where is your papa?” Lilia asked, before he looked at you, a small smirk on his face, he looked at you like you’d know! You didn’t. You had tried to correct the kid on you being his mom before two- he cried and sulked over it for a while after that. “Well, I best be Off now!” Lilia cheered and gave you the kid back before disappearing off somewhere.
That was weird right?
You day went on- Ace and Deuce were good around the kid. Casper was pretty decent around Ace and Deuce, not too shy but he wasn't rambling like he was around Lilia. "Is something on your mind?" Deuce asked curiously, a mild layer of unwarranted concern.
"It's fine..." You shrugged, "I just hope Crowley find Caspers parents soon." You sighed, and the boy in question looked at you confused. He called you Mom and you basically took care of him, so you figured he thought you were his mom.
Not that you really minded, it wasn't like he thought you were old, fae tended to not age and stay good looking forever basically. Case in point, Lilia.
You really didn't mind, you already took care of Grim, so what's another, milder tempered Grim who didn't run away? "Speaking of the kid- Where is he?" Ace asked, looking around.
Scratch that, the kid wondered off.
"Oh no." You sighed and looked at the Adeuce duo with an exhausted look they couldn't say no too. They'd help you find the kid.
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How on earth did Sebek of all people get Casper?
Sebek, a first year in your class. Some loud guy who you got partnered up with once.
Why didn't Casper run away! You most certainly would and have. Instead, you found Casper on Sebek Zigvolt of all people's shoulders. Now you and Ace were whispering about how to get the kid back. No way you were going to go up to Sebek of all people and have to listen to his "fae are superior" speech... again.
"We should... Lure Casper away with candy." You whispered, Ace gave you a look and shot down your idea.
"Do you want to give him the impression that you should follow random people with candy?" He said looking at you like you just had the worst idea ever. "I say we just grab him and run."
"No, Sebek is faster than us." You noted, "Especially you, he runs laps past you in PE." Ace bumped your shoulder with an eyeroll.
"Where's Deuce?" Ace frowned, you watched with wide eyes as you saw Deuce confidently walk up to Sebek... "oh no." Ace groaned and run up behind Deuce.
You cursed to yourself. "We don't have to follow right...?" you asked the cat who agreed with you, but you knew you kind of had to follow them.
"Hey- Sebek." You smiled awkwardly.
"Mama!" The kid called out to you and reached out towards you. he almost fell off Sebek's shoulders- thankfully you caught him. Sebek looked at you in confusion and maybe a bit judgmentally...?
"No- he isn't..." You sighed and gave up.
"A human couldn't mother a Fae of Caspers caliber!" And so... Sebek began his rant. He started with how Lilia informed him of the situation, and he was here to lift the burden of Casper from your human shoulders.
Really, it saved you the time of informing Sebek you were in fact, not a teen mom. Also, it was weirdly insulting? Like hey, come on, you’ve taken care of him for three days! Almost four, “Casper is pretty happy with me, right sweetie?” You asked the boy who nodded hesitatingly. Wait- hesitantly? “Huh?”
Sebek looked a bit disheartened the Fae kid rejected him, but he was also kind of confused as well. “It’s just… I miss Papa, Mama…” the boys lips quivered a bit.
“No, no! You're not in trouble.” You fell to your knees to comfort the boy.
Apparently Sebek was hanging out with the child because he thought he was Malleus but something went wrong. Perhaps someone used their unique magic in the future ruler of briar valley.
Um… who’s Malleus?
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Day four of having a child.
Today you were going to find this kid someone who looked close enough to his dad. I mean, you apparently looked like his mom enough, so… yeah!
Also, perhaps his brother went to this school and that was how he ended up here. Finding him a dad sounded fun though.
It was a solid plan… “Casper?” You woke the boy up. You put Casper in the guest bedroom ace usually occupied when he was collared. Which was often. Even with Riddle being looser on the rules Ace always pushed sadly. “Today we’re finding your father.” You informed the boy.
“Really!” His eyes lit up. Why didn’t you do this sooner?
“Mhm, just tell me what he looks like-“ and so began Caspers rant on how amazing his father was. How he always makes time for you two even though he’s so busy, how good he was at playing superhero’s- and so on.
You didn’t even realize superhero’s existed here. Crazy. “He has black horns like me!” He grinned up at you, “oh- and black hair and we have the same eyes!” He giggled before again going on about how awesome his dad was.
“Horns, black hair, green eyes…” you mumbled, “and you're a fae, so we should probably go to Diasomnia, they have the most fae of the dorms” you smiled brightly. “This Malleus guy seems promising- and if he doesn’t want to, I’ll just make him!” You cheered and with Casper on your shoulders you were out the door!
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Was it just you or was Diasomnia slightly terrifying?
Either way, with Casper on your shoulders like you were going to the zoo, you walked on the winding path with thorns around it and into the dorm. The halls were… very long and castle-like.
Eventually you found the dorm's common room. Witch had three students, only one of which was a fae. With as much confidence you could muster, you approached them. “Hello! Good evening gentlemen… Um, do you happen to know someone whom this child looks like?” You smiled and proceeded to the kid.
They very politely actually said that they think he looks like Malleus. You asked them to point you to this Malleus, and they again very politely refused. Apparently he was a busy man which was fair. But he was a father now! If casper deems him fit enough (By that you mean mistake him for his father like the boy did you.)
Still, throughout this process, you couldn't help but wonder if you were forgetting someone.
You kept glancing at Caspers horns… who else did you know with horns? “Tsunotarou! That's who you look like!” You finally realized after an embarrassingly long time. In your defense you had only met the guy once or twice while you were dealing with Leona’s stupid plan, and didn’t Leona mention Malleus during his overblot?
“That's what you call Papa!” Casper cheered, his eyes widening in awe. Okay so, either that was a common name… which you doubt or Casper had a weird background.
“Khee Khee what do we have here?” Lilia appeared out of nowhere! …again, still you jumped!
“Mama is going to find Papa today!” Casper cheered in all his three year old glory. Picking the boy up and lifting him to sit on your hit you nodded.
“Mhm! I’m going to meet this… Malleus demands he becomes Caspers father or pay child support!” You claim confidently because in reality, you were beginning to doubt the plan you came up with at 3am and woke up early for. “Tsunotarou would be a better bet but I really don’t know where that guy is… or his real name.” you muttered to yourself.
Either way, Lilia clapped and with a large smile said this: “You're in luck! Malleus just finished his breakfast and should be heading over for his morning coffee.” So, without verbally questioning why he knew that you smiled and plopped down on the common room’s chairs watching a bit nervously as Lilia wandered off again.
So… You were really dumb. Realistically this was a horrible plan bound to fail, but you already came this far.
Didn’t all your friends always comment about how scary Malleus was? Wasn’t he like one of the top mages of this world?
Okay, maybe if you didn’t come up with this plan at 3am last night you wouldn’t be so royally screwed! Hah, get it because Malleus is supposed to be some royal of… a whole nation right? Yeah, this was a bad idea.
Getting up to leave, you heard Casper cheer for his father.
“Child Of Man?”
“Tsunotarou?” You turned around, “Actually- no this is better than getting smited by some scary mage! Okay so I have been looking for… you, for a while!” You smiled, “This is our son: casper.” You introduced them.
“Papa!”
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“Mm, He does look like me.” Tsunotarou hummed; he knelt beside the child, titling his head curiously as he observed the child. “Your horns are coming in nicely aren't they?” He commented with a small smile, the boy nodded enthusiastically.
“Mhm! They should be as big as yours soon!” Casper giggled.
“Your speech is also advanced for a child of your age.” The older boy smiled, It was a very touching sight actually.
“It is. Ace and Deuce have been helping me teach him some bigger stuff too.” you stated proudly as the younger boy nodded along. You sat beside where the boy stood in front of his new father. Your back against the armrest, you sat planted on the floor. “The headmage said he would be dealing with getting him back home but I have to take care of him till then.” You sighed.
“I see, so you thought to find me as I am the child's father?” Malleus asked curiously, an eyebrow raised almost teasingly.
“If you’ll believe it, yup.” You nodded along, I mean if he believes that the kid is his, why not get him to take responsibility for that sweet child support money?
“I see, so Crowley is making the proper arrangement to get you back to us in the future.”
“Wait, so he's actually my kid?” you couldn’t help but blurt out. Tsunotarou merely chuckles. “Am I dumb or are we actually like his parents?” You whispered a bit to Tsunotarou and stood up, he followed after you standing up as well.
“Mm? Crowely didn’t inform you?” he said with an amused and sly smile. “I suppose it's time anyway we get properly introduced seeing as you are my future spouse” He smirked, his hand on his hips.
“I am Malleus draconia”
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Fun Fact:
The events of this takes place after Heartslabyul’s and Savanaclaw overblot. So y/n doesn’t know Tsunotarou is Malleus.
Also, Lilia knew all along.
Also, also, I'm sorry this sucked lol
NOTE: Sorry this slightly sucked I didn't really plan to actually finish the WIP I posted it as "Forever unfinished" and people liked it so I thought I'd do this anyway!
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Warnings: reader is known as yuu and will have she/her pronouns, reader and malleus are in an established relationship, a little bit of angst, yuu is technically like Glinda and follows a bit of the plot of wicked and wicked for good. So spoilers if you haven’t watched them
At first glance yes, it’s strange for a girl to go an all boys school. Especially one that’s super girly and needs some kind of pink in her outfit. You’d think because she spends so much time at pomeforie and with the housewaren, it would make sense for Yuu and Vil to be in a relationship. It would be a match made in beauty heaven.
But no, sweet yuu fell for the dragon. As did the scary dragon fall for the girl who was so good.
Yes she couldn’t be happier, right? For sure! Malleus felt such happiness, she wasn’t scared of him, yuu was like sunlight on his skin on a bright morning. Though he just wished others wouldn’t be scared of him like she was. Hence their current situation.
Malleus was in yuu’s room as she digged around her closet. “You’re gonna be so popular with these dearest! Ah! Look how darling you look!” Yuu says with an excited squeal as she puts malleus in her heart sunglasses.
“My beloved I’m not sure these fit the criteria of being the crown Prince of briar valley.” Malleus says as he looks in the mirror. “Mally, we aren’t in briar valley are we? You can see it as…you being malleus. Not crown Prince of briar valley, but as a college student studying magic like everyone else.” Yuu says cupping his face in her hands. “Come here..” Yuu pulls him to her vanity and sits him down.
“Let’s start small…hmm…oh, maybe just something small.” Yuu says taking off her necklace and putting it on malleus. It had a small pink gem in the middle, just a small gem, but it went so well with the green on his uniform. “Pink goes good with green.” Yuu says with a giggle. “Goes well beloved.” Malleus says making yuu freeze.
“Right…goes well…it does doesnt it?” Yuu says with a strained smile as she felt her throat tighten. Malleus look back at her. “Beloved…are you alright? I can sense you’re upset.” Malleus says holding her hand. “It’s nothing it’s just….someone used to tell me that…my best friend…” yuu says as she looks down at malleus who was looking up at her.
“You remind me of her…it’s so strange…it’s like…she’s with me taking care of me…but different, because you love me in your own unique way.” Yuu says as she wipes away the tears in her eyes. Malleus stands and holds her close to him. He could feel her heart beat. It was slowing down, showing she was comfortable in his arms and she felt safe.
“She sounds wonderful my love..what happened to her?” Malleus asks as yuu thinks back, remembering everything. “She had to leave…she was feared too…no one liked her ways of thinking or doing things…I’ve even…I’ve even helped someone that wanted to hurt her…” yuu says as she looks away from malleus ashamed of what she did back then.
“That’s in the past my love, it sounds like she forgave you.” Malleus says as he kept holding her. Yuu sighs and nods. “She did…but I still feel guilty sometimes…I guess that’s why I kept getting involved with the overblots…because I thought it’s what she would do..something she could be proud of me for…for doing good.” Yuu says as she buries her face in his chest.
“I’m sure she’s proud of you, you’ve faced so much. Not many can say they faced a dragon and won.” Malleus says cheering Yuu up. “That’s true…okay you have a point. I’m just glad I’ve changed from the girl I used to be..” Yuu says with a sigh as she relaxed more into her boyfriend’s arms. “Sounds wonderful…” malleus says to her.
“It is….isnt it..?” Yuu says finally looking up at malleus finally. “You know….once we’re married after our engagement I’m sure you’re going to add some kind of pink to the castle.” Malleus says so calmly like discussing the weather. “Haha yeah i probably- wait engagement?! Since when were we engaged?” Yuu asked him thinking she missed a chapter. Malleus just smiles at her and walks out of her room.
“Malleus? Malleus! MALLEUS!” Yuu yells after him leaving her plan to make malleus more approachable behind, going after the man that was her future. The one who she changed for.
Author’s note: okay so this one is pretty short, but hey I felt like I was going make a wicked theme fic one of these days and malleus is so elphba coded to me too! Also I hit 50 followers! So thankful so I’ll be posting a poll soon be on the look out!! Request are still open, consider like and reblog
contains fem!reader, suicide mentioned, fluff I guess?hope you'll like it!😘
summary: It's your second day at ADA and Dazai wants to meet you
The second day at the Agency starts with a deceptive calm until the office doors swing open with a theatrical flourish.
You're leaning against the desk, your hair cascading over your shoulders as you look over some files, when a tall man draped in a sand-colored coat practically glides toward you.
He is undeniably handsome, with soft brown curls and eyes that sparkle with a mix of mischief and melancholy, but the sheer intensity of his focus on you is enough to make you pause.
He stops exactly three inches from your personal space, taking your hand with the delicacy of a Victorian suitor. He stares into your eyes as if he’s discovered a hidden treasure.
"Oh, heavens," he breathes, his voice smooth and dramatic. "I stepped away for one afternoon, and I return to find a goddess has descended upon our humble office. Your eyes are like two shining diamonds, drowned in a deep, calm ocean! Tell me, oh beautiful stranger, would you do me the ultimate honor of committing a graceful double suicide with me?!"
Your breath hitches from pure, unadulterated confusion. You stare at him, your lips parted, your brain trying to process the sheer absurdity of the request. "I'm sorry... what?"
Before you can even recoil, a stray pen flies through the air, narrowly missing the man’s head. Kunikida storms over, his face a vibrant shade of crimson, veins practically popping out of his neck.
"DAZAI! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Kunikida bellows, his notebook shaking in his hand. "She's been here for twenty-four hours! Can you go five minutes without harassing the new people with your twisted, suicidal delusions?! Stop saying that kind of stuff! It’s unprofessional, it’s macabre, and it’s a direct violation of my schedule!"
"But Kunikida-kun," Dazai whines, finally letting go of your hand to pout like a scolded child. "Look at her! Such a beautiful angel! It would be a waste of such aesthetic perfection to die alone. She’s the missing piece to my poetic ending!"
"The only thing ending is your career if you don't get to work!" Kunikida snarls. He turns to you, adjusting his glasses with a huff. "Ignore him, Y/N. This is Dazai. He’s a lazy, bandage-wasting machine who occasionally interrupts us solving cases when he isn't trying to drown himself in a shallow puddle."
Dazai lets out a sharp 'Oof!' as Kunikida delivers a swift, practiced chop to the back of his head. He stumbles, rubbing his skull with a cheeky grin that suggests he actually enjoyed the chaos.
He turns back to you, leaning his elbow on a nearby filing cabinet, looking you up and down with a playful glint.
"So, Y/N-chan," Dazai says, smiling widely at you. "Since we’ve established that I am a very busy and important man who just suffered a traumatic head injury from Kunikida-kun, surely you wouldn't mind helping me out? I have a mountain of reports that need filing, and your hands look much more suited for paperwork than mine. Why don't you do my work for me?"
You cross your arms over your chest, your figure radiating an unimpressed energy. You meet his gaze and give him a flat, deadpan look.
"No," you say, your voice clipping the air.
Dazai’s eyes widen, his jaw dropping dramatically. He leans in closer, trying to invade your space again, desperate to get a reaction out of you. "No?? But Kunikida-kun caused me a serious injury!"
"SHUT UP DAZAI!!", you hear an angry voice behind your back.
"Still no," you repeat, turning your back on Dazai to return to your own desk, leaving him in the middle of the office.
Dazai stands frozen for a moment, but then a huge, delighted grin starts spreading across his face. He’s found a new challenge. You can practically feel his eyes on the back of your head, plotting exactly how many buttons he has to push to finally get a real reaction out of you.
Please, I'd like a Malleus request with a Glorious Masquerade event theme to see how he interacts with Rollo's interest in the protagonist and the dance at the end. Of course, only if you want it.
AN: I was aboutta say I don't know if I can write for Rollo, only to remember that I literally have a whole AU with him as one of the main routes. Fatigue is one hell of a drug... Also, I hope you don't mind I went the yandere route 😭
Word Count: 800+
“Foul beast.”
“I surely hope you’re not referring to me, Flamme.”
Malleus’ hand wound a little tighter around his dancing partner’s hand as Rollo attempted to step on Malleus’ feet. It only made their dance appear more vigorous and fluid than the others around them while also seamlessly blending in.
“Who else would I be referring to?”
A small chuckle escapes Malleus that serves to further irritate Rollo as a thin vein starts to bristle on his temple. Malleus’ smile widens when he sees how deep he’s digging under the other man’s skin.
“Tell me,”
His hand slides across Rollo’s waist who digs his nails into Malleus’ gloves.
“What did you and Y/N talk about while alone?”
Rollo scoffs as he looks away as they glide onto another corner of the ballroom. The song finally ends and Rollo promptly lets go of Malleus, not realizing that Malleus has managed to take them to a less crowded area.
“You’ve taken a great interest in them.”
“Of course, they’re a magic-less human enrolled in a school with you of all people.”
He pulls out his handkerchief and wipes his hands off on it as Mallues silently watches him.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me-”
Malleus steps in front of him, obscuring Rollo’s view of the other students and vice-versa.
“Now what are you plotting, Draconia?”
He grits his teeth together behind his handkerchief as Malleus grins down at him. His eyes shimmer with fury mixed under the guise of mirth from the shade of his brimmed hat.
“I believe I asked you a question and have yet to receive an answer. Won’t you enlighten me, Flamme?”
Where did those two go?
Malleus was too big to not notice and you had still managed to lose sight of him in the merry-making. Maybe to everyone else it looked like an amused Malleus was having fun with the stubborn NBC president, but you knew that he would probably take his teasing too far, and you didn’t want to deal with a second disaster after what had just occurred.
It’ll be fine. Maybe.
Your back still carried lingering aches and pain from having to uproot so many flowers and as a result the others had let you relax with Grimm at a nearby table. Grimm, of course, left you alone to chase after the buffet table and hopefully wasn’t causing a ruckus.
I should probably check on him.
You groaned as you stood up and cracked your back before walking over to where the other students mingled and laughed. You could hear Sebek before you saw him and it sounded like he was shouting at Grimm for skipping people on the buffet line which solved that problem. However, a dark figure in the corner of the ballroom took away the majority of your attention.
Is that Malleus?
Confusion and curiosity overtake you as you end up gravitating towards him.
Why would he be in some barely-lit corner of the party? Did Rollo upset him?
“Hahaha! Is that all?”
Condescending laughter leaves Malleus’ lips now that you’re close enough to hear him.
“Yes, I have no more information that I wish to divulge with you.”
Rollo?
“Oh, so you have more secrets to share?”
“Uh… Malleus?”
You notice his form stiffen and his back immediately straighten.
“Child of man?”
He turns around to face you, but his large silhouette still covers whoever he was speaking with.
“Why are you in a corner? Are you okay?”
He sighs before a small smile etches its way onto his face. A shake of his head as he approaches you and quickly diverts your attention from whoever he was talking to. His arm wraps around your shoulder, his cape obscuring the person behind him as it flutters in your view.
“Shall we dance, child of man?”
“Oh, uh…”
You try to take a step back from how abnormally close he was to you and in an effort to get a glimpse of who he was hiding, but telltale hints of a pout start to form on his face.
“I guess one couldn’t hurt.”
His fingers had already entwined with yours as his hand gently held yours.
“Thank you, my child of man.”
You blush as he raises your hand to plant a kiss on the back where plush lips meet semi-dry skin. Your breath hitches when he pulls away but keeps a firm grasp on you while his thumb rubs the area where he had laid his claim on you.
“You’ve worked hard. Let us enjoy the rest of tonight.”
He glances back when you’ve become too flustered to think properly and sees that Rollo has long left the small corner he had been corralled into and lets out an amused huff.
“What is it?”
“Nothing that will bother us any longer.”
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in which you’re the most popular girl in the school. the princesss of gotham academy. and yet you can’t keep your eyes off of a certain wayne boy.
tags: kind of fluffy. more so flirty. reader is super popular at school. damian is the quiet boy.
it’s so stupid because it makes no sense.
you have it all. two best friends who adore you. a closet to die for. perfect hair, perfect skin. your nails are always done, makeup always flawless, not that you need it anyway. boys are constantly tripping over themselves for you.
and to top it all off, you’re a genuinely nice person.
one look at you and everyone would assume you’re the classic popular mean girl. but you’re far from it. you care for people, constantly help and uplift those around you. that’s why you’re popular.
people gravitate towards your energy.
and that’s why it’s so stupid that you have this growing crush on damian wayne.
he’s everything you’re not.
he transferred halfway through freshman year. rumour spread immediately through the brutal hallways of gotham academy.
bruce wayne’s son.
raised elsewhere.
quiet, sharp.
the first time you really knew him outside of whispers was history class. he answered a question perfectly. impeccable grammar, intelligent wording, a lilt of an accent slipping off his tongue.
that’s not exactly when you fell for him. it happened slowly, gradually, building up until it hit you right in the face yesterday when you got seated right next to him in math.
suddenly the algebra you had finally got the hang of flew right out of the window, and you spent most classes staring at his hands, glancing over at his side profile. trying to distract yourself by whispering to your friends across the room.
and today you’re going to make a move.
nothing big. no dramatic confessions, you’re not even sure if you’ll say anything at all.
when you walk into the class, he’s sat down already, pulling a pencil out of his bag.
your plan is perfect.
once you’re sat down, you clear your throat gently. it catches his attention.
“do you have a spare?” you say quietly.
“a spare what?” his tone isn’t harsh, just confused, a little annoyed.
“pencil.” you bite your lip. “duh.” it’s not harsh, more light and soft, a little teasing.
he sighs, like it’s the most inconvenient thing he has ever done, and then reaches back into his bag. then he pulls out a perfectly sharpened pencil, and slides it over to you.
“thank you.”
he hums.
you bite back a smile. “not really a huge talker, huh?”
“i do not require words. i gave you the pencil. i’m doing my work. simple.”
you giggle. he looks at you properly then. there’s a flicker in his eye, you miss it, but it’s there.
“that wasn’t a joke. why are you laughing?” he’s not particularly making fun of you for laughing, more so just used to light teasing from popular kids.
“no, no, it’s not that. it’s just,” you let out a soft breath, almost a laugh, “you’re blunt. it’s funny.”
he hums. more a grunt than a hum. and he’s straight back to his work.
you twirl your pencil around your fingers, reapply lip gloss, write a note to a friend, anything but work really.
“you will not get any better if you do no work.”
you whip your head around to face him. “i’m sorry?”
“i noticed your last grade was low, and i can see why.” he nods his head to your empty worksheet. “you do none of the work set by the teacher.”
his words stun you a little, but you shake your head. “guess i’ll just study more.”
with that, the bell rings. everyone starts to pack up.
you leave your seat with a dreamy sigh, and then turn back around.
damian is still there.
you pass him his pencil back.
fingers brush, eyes meet.
you smile.
he does not.
you’re sure that you’ll have him soon.
haiii. thank you for reading! i would really appreciate it if you could follow! i’m looking for moots! and i also would love if you guys sent me requests/asks. feel free to do so. and also part 2 to this will be coming super soon!
BSD SMAUS!! you should do one where they reader does the "she is busy" prank on them akzixoijwkeiauxoqjebfkizixkqbrnosoxuskjens
RAGHH SMAUS YEAHHHH BLESS U. Also you didn't specify which characters so i went with my main three since I've gotten to know their personalities well😋 I'LL WRITE MORE IF YOU WANT
"She's busy bro"'
Characters: Dazai, Nikolai, Fyodor
Tw: Mentions of suicide (dazais presence.) mutilation, decapitation, stalking, fem reader.
ft. dazai osamu
― content; you and dazai have been co workers for a while now and the usual flirty and warm nature seems to shift into icy cold ignorance one random day, leaving you ponder on what could have went wrong and leaving a wild dazai who cannot ever deal with his emotions in normal ways.
― warnings ; fem reader , slightly suggestive
it really isn't easy to admit to yourself that you may actually enjoy someone's company more than you would like to admit.
coming from a world where solitude was a well known friend and interactions were fleeting, it scared dazai shitless to even dare and consider the possibility that he may feel a lot more towards you than your average co workers setting.
he cannot comprehend when this happened or when he started seeing you as more and that frustrated him because he was always the one in control and now he could not even control his own feelings.
was it when he subtly noticed your coffee order and seemed to always get it right when bringing it to you ? was it when he memorised your schedule and when he might catch you at different places ?
was it when he actually sat down and did his work upon your scolding ? maybe it was the countless nights he woke up with sweat sticking to his skin, memories of a lithe body under him and a terrible need of a cold shower, or maybe two.
but no, these things happen and maybe they are all sick coincidences, truly sick I mean not even the devil could put these thoughts in his head but he felt like he was suffocating.
yet when the coffee runs became a routine, and he eagerly waited to find you in your usual spots, or when he actually did his work before yours or kunikida's scolding, hell that lithe form in his countless dreams seemed to have a much clearer face now and damn him if that wasn't you.
so he was fucked. simply putting it, dazai was screwed.
he never did feelings, it was the most foreign concept of it all, two people aching after each other in ways that were not just lust seemed to baffle him. but then why did his chest hurt and his gaze wavered when he chose to push you away and cut you out of his life.
why did it hurt so much to see you smile around other members with that same sweet smile which seemed so solely his. why did his throat feel like it was closing up every time he looked down at your cheerful face as you greeted him so sweetly and he simply turned away from you.
he felt like the worst human to ever exist watching that smile of yours drop and bottom lip quiver in worry and he knew you were not okay but he wasn't even fine himself, he was the furthest thing away from fine.
you were like a tidal wave and dazai was engulfed by you at every step. being in the same room with you was hell, sharing a meeting with you was awful, watching the coffee he bought for you for the 3rd time this week while telling himself he wont getting cold on his desk again and again.
but then when fate seemed to bring you both locked in that stupid utility closet which he swore he would fix, fingers digging in his palm as he pushes at the door and undoubtedly, without even needing to confirm it, big orbs and a frown looking up at him from behind.
"you would rather talk to the fucking wall than acknowledge i am in the same room wouldn't you..?" you croak out sharply.
"i have no idea what you're talking about" the hollow voice ringed through the tight space, almost unfamiliar to you now.
while you unconsciously found yourself stepping closer to him, you can see his frame freeze.
"nothing my ass, you act like i have the plague and that...that is low even for you."
"look- [name] just mind your own business, think of ways to get out of here and continue your life." he says, still refusing to face you.
dazai could feel himself crumbling, your words chipping away at the wall around his heart once more - just why did you have to be so insistent. it was maddening.
"look me in the eyes and say that-" your voice weavers out, shakier than you intended. "face me and tell me that you want nothing to do with me, and i swear i will leave you alone."
he knew that the last thing he wanted right now was face you, see the huge disappointment in your eyes or your trembling chin as you fought for your own sense of justice. he did not know if that sight would make him want to cower in shame or press himself against you and capture your soft lips.
"i cannot look at you." he spits out sharply.
"you owe me that much, hell you owe it to yourself to not be a fucking monster. no one acts the way we do- or well did and then wakes up one morning and ices the other out."
"that's cruel dazai." you whisper, the last part mostly to yourself than to him.
you were the sweetest thing ever, the most constant in his life and he could feel his knees growing weak as you continued to push the matter.
"[name] i don't trust myself around you right now, i am on the brink of doing shit we would both regret so much, so much that you would hate me for it." he rambles on as he finally turns around and looks at you.
"you would hate me if you knew how much i want to wrap you in my arms and never let you go, or how hard it is to not kiss you senseless every time i see you."
"dazai-" you start but he cuts you off far too quickly.
"being around you is suffocating, you make me lose sense of my being and you make me want to tie you to my bedpost and never ever let you go again and damn me if i don't fucking lov-" and he mentally facepalmed himself as his lips pressed into a thin line and he took a shaky step behind, colliding with the door behind him.
yet his breath got cut short as your hands grasped at his collar and he finds his face inches away from yours, noses brushing against each other as he melts into your touch.
"bella" he whispers out as your lips collide with his and your fingers grasp at his back in franticness. bundles of flesh roaming around each other as dazai's arms finally found your chin and god he swears his airways might close just now.
sharply interrupted by the door behind his back suddenly shifting, he groans into the kiss and stumbles behind, ears perking up at the familiar voice.
"i told you these two were slacking again." kunikida's voice echoes in the small space as you both cannot help but chuckle and step into the hallway.
⠀ ⏝ི✿ ⠀a/n ; god i am so sorry for this lengthy piece of work, i genuinely just got carried away and had sooo much fun with it, hopefully you all enjoy it as well.
Can i request a Dazai x fem reader, where the reader is a model who isn't easily manipulated or flustered?
(Lowkey inspired off of the "I'd like to kiss you monkey man" audio 😭😭)
𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ᯓ★ˎˊ˗
Tw: Mentions of poison and dying, small smooch, very faint tension
The fresh scent of deep plum brown lipgloss was hung noticeably in the plain white dressing room. Rowdy as usual, with people rushing left to right with cosmetics, perfumes and whatnot, everyone was preparing for the next showdown.
It was impossible to find a dark corner in this room, everything was blindingly bright and the scent was marvelous, smelling of expensive, soothing to the nose, aromas.
Y/n was sitting on a plain white chair as she reapplied the "rendezvous" lipgloss on her lips, when all of a sudden, burst in the bandaged man, uninvited through the door. Walking over with pep in his step, his long-boney hands settled on the white chair, slyly tracing the edges.
"Look at you dolled up as always belladonna."
Coo like honey went through one ear, out the other. She finished applying the gloss with a small pop, without even glancing his way, she continued rummaging through her drawer. Dazai, intrigued yet not satisfied with this answer, or rather, lack thereof, tilted his head as he leaned over her shoulder, smiling at y/n through the reflection of a glowing mirror.
"Awh not even gonna spare me a word? Come now bella, don't be so cruel to me this early in the morning!"
"If 2pm is what you call 'early in the morning' then you have bigger things to worry about rather than me not answering."
She retorted curtly as she began applying eyeliner.
Osamu wasn't deterred by this, oh no, he always loved the chase! which is why he had not let up on this girl he met only a few weeks ago on accident during a mission, even back then while he'd try to charm his way into her beating heart, she'd coldly step over him. From then on he could just not leave her alone.
A breath left his lips as he trailed his finger down her shoulder.
"Ah you are just so irresistible when you splash me with cold water like that!" he purred.
She nudged his hand off her shoulder, drawing a thin dark blue line across her eye.
"I don't know nothin' about being splashed but i don't have time for this hun, I'm off in about five minutes."
Once again dazai felt his finger twitch, it just hit different when she stated things so boldly, he was always the bold one, well, that's what he was used to, but he sure loved a woman who could bite.
"Whoops, didn't mean to waste your time..but really 'donna, why even gooo, I'm far more entertaining than some runway show that's the same as many others you've done I'm sure..."
His brown locks caressed his eyes as he leaned closer, chocolate eyes piercing hers through the glass.
"I'll give you a pretty good time, i have the day off! I could treat you to pleasures you have never seen before."
Voice dropped in a lower octave, boney fingers playfully sauntering up from her shoulder to her chin. Y/n snickered as she swatted his hand away, straightening her back.
"Honey i don't need a man to make my life sweeter than it already is."
Chair scraped back as her heel flattened on the floor, powdering her cheeks one last time before, trudging towards the door.
"Although if you need a woman to make your life sweet, then i wish you luck yes?"
She nodded with a smile before closing the door behind her, calling out from behind.
"Do be sure to leave before the security catches you dear! They always make sure to get rid of any mice or bugs that they might catch in the room."
Speechless is what he was. Mouth agape eyes wide and frozen as still as marble, an average and sane man would just give up and mumble frustrations under his breath while walking away, that is what one does after being insulted and basically called a pest. But Osamu was neither of those, oh how his heart sped up. His lips curving up into a grin as he covered his face with his hand, a pleasurable sigh escaping his soft lips.
"You truly are my poison bella, the most beautiful poison there is, i am simply addicted."
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After the show had ended, the first man to greet her was none other than the bastard himself, y/n had sat down to take her heels off, he kneeled with a smile and helped her take the velvet heels off, movements seductively slow yet quick at the same time, his nimble fingers showing off by untying the ribbon.
"Every inch of you is just beauty and grace my sweet." he said with a dreamy sigh as he slipped her heel off.
"How did you get in here again?" She leaned back on her hands.
"That's for me to know, and you to ponder about" he looked up at her, mischief playing in his glowing iris.
"You dream too much." She yawned, grabbing a mirror and adjusting her strands, combing fingers through silky locks.
Once had taken her heels off, she grabbed her leather bag, took out a more comfortable pair of shoes and slipped them on, tying the laces. She felt his never-leaving stare.
"If you brought a pen i can give you an autograph as well." She mused to which Osamu chuckled in answer, remaining crouched, his hand rested on his beige pants.
"My bad pretty, you just happen to look oddly familiar."
She raised a brow "Is that why you've been following me nonstop for the past week?"
A playful giggle left his throat as he raised his hands up in defense
"Who's to say?, you just look a lot like my next lover."
"That is...if by some fate, somehow no other fortunate person has already taken your hand...which i fear because a lady like you being by herself is a crime. A sin i say!"
He shook his head tsking with a woeful look on his face laced with theatrics.
The girl rolled her eyes but a smile snuck its way up to her face anyway, she leaned down grabbing his chin and shook his head mockingly.
"You're a funny, funny man Dazai. You don't know how hard it is to look the way i do and having to stroll past all these..." nailed hands squished his face in emphasis "desperate men that just won't let up!"
With a tilt of her head, her locks fell forward, covering her eye delicately, she patted his nose.
"But you...you are just so entertaining and funny you know."
She smiled, leaned down one last time and her lips pressed against his left cheek, a soft mwah echoing as she smooched him, leaning back to admire the saturated red mark on his cheek left from her lips. Y/n smirked and got up, stretching her bright skirt down as she swung her bag over her shoulder.
"Hope that'll keep you satiated for a while...should last about a month at least" she winked.
"Till later funny man." And the door shut.
Just like last time. Once again, Osamu was stranded, left wordlessly as his hand slowly made its way to his face, nimble fingers tracing over the warm mark on his pale skin, a shudder of breath escaped as his knees buckled, causing him to collapse into a puff chair, his head tilting back with a groan
"God so help me if i die, i need her to be the reason."
Fin.
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Damian remembers the exact day they started dating.
May 28th, 6:53pm. She had dragged him to a ‘last day of school’ party, something a friend of hers had organized last minute. It was only supposed to be a small get together with a few friends, but someone spread the idea that it was open invite. All order collapsed when some senior brought alcohol, and the two juniors moved outside to escape the noise.
“Sorry I made you come.” She murmured sheepishly, one hand swishing a red solo cup with a liquid she definitely wasn’t dumb or brave enough to try.
Damian glanced at the flashing lights emanating from a window, “It’s.. not my scene.” He took the cup from her, sniffed it, then grimaced. “The degenerate could’ve brought something palatable at minimum.”
“I think he called it jungle juice.” She offered helpfully.
“Disgusting. These are the functions Grayson warned me about.” He scoffed, putting the cup down on a ledge.
“Grayson?” She hummed, “Your brother right?”
Damian nodded, “Yes, the eldest.”
The girl hummed in thought, leaning against a wall casually. “You don’t mention your family much.”
“There’s not much to mention.” Damian muttered.
She glanced at him, then her phone. Silence stretched for a moment, the muffled beats of some vulgar song pulsed through the walls. “My mom will be here soon. Are you sure you don’t want a ride?”
“Yes, Pennyworth will be here soon.”
“Right.” She murmured, eyes trailing over his face briefly before returning to her phone. Damian kept his eyes on her, waiting. She had been unusually quiet, something Damian could recognize now as a nervous tell. “You’re gonna be outta town for a few weeks right?” She murmured, fidgeting with her phone case.
“Yes.”
“Mm.” She mumbled. She glanced up at him briefly, “You know, your gaze is kind of unnerving sometimes.”
“So I’ve been told. What’s on your mind?” He could always cut straight to the point when it concerned her. Something she always wished he did more when it was about himself.
“..my mom’s here.” She said instead.
Damian's eyebrows furrowed and he grabbed her wrist before she could turn away fully. “Hold on. We’re not gonna see each other for two weeks and you have nothing to say? That’s unlike you.”
She stared at him. Her eyes flicked from his left eye to his right, then to the ground. His eyes narrowed, but before he could speak again she moved. Her lips pressed to his. She tasted like vanilla chapstick, he tasted like the peppermint one she gave him. It came in a two pack. His eyes didn’t even have time to close before she stepped back.
“Sorry.” She breathed, face red. He stared at her, unmoving, unblinking, unbreathing. She ran off into her mother’s car, while Damian stared at her, mouth agape.
When he got home that day his mind was running so fast not a single thought was tangible enough to grasp. He passed by Dick, who was back in preparation for the two week mission coming up, and grabbed his forearms.
“Dick.” He breathed, eyes wide like a madman, eyebrows furrowed like usual. “What does it mean when your best friend kisses you?”
Dick stared at him, taken aback, before he burst into laughter, a big grin on his face, “Okay Little D, tell me everything.”
When Damian returned to Gotham, the first thing he did was track her down. He showed up to her apartment, a single red rose in hand, and held his breath when he knocked on her door. She answered, looking like she had just woken up, then immediately sobered up when she realized who was at the door.
“Hi.” She whispered.
“Hi.” He murmured back.
Damian wasn’t good at communication, a weakness he was painfully aware of every time she gazed at him like he was a puzzle she wished to solve. There was something so innocently beautiful about her ignorance to his world. It was something he wanted to preserve. That's what he told himself at least. In truth he was scared to come clean. He liked just being Damian with her. He didn’t want to be Robin. He didn’t want to be an Al Ghul. All he wanted was to be hers. Away from the family drama, away from destiny and duty, away from what he felt he had to be.
He had a fantasy he only dared to indulge in at night. When exhaustion got to him and the weight of the world was only lifted by the image of her face in his mind’s eye. In this world, he wasn’t an Al Ghul, he wasn’t a Wayne, he was just hers. They were married, he took her last name, and he woke up next to her every morning and went to bed gazing at her face.
His first gift to her was a scarf. Dainty, silvery, almost silk-like in feeling. He caught her gazing at it through the window of a store once. She had never had something so delicate before. Never allowed herself to perhaps. He presented it to her when he picked her up for their first date. The way her eyes lit up engraved itself in his head. Her eyebrows pinched together lightly as she felt the fabric, she seemed unsure, like she didn’t know if the gift was truly hers. He gently set it on her shoulders, smoothing the glimmering material down with a reassurance that said ‘it’s yours now.’
Damian felt guilty often. For lying, for hiding a part of himself, for not letting her decide what she could handle. There were still unanswered questions. Excuses that he knew didn’t really make sense. She could see through him, and he couldn’t truly bring himself to put up a front. His lies were omissions, not fabrications, a small but important distinction. She didn’t pry. She didn’t push. But Damian never stopped feeling guilty.
He often resorted to gifts. Little ways to assuage his guilt without telling the whole truth. It was easier to express his love that way. Affection was unsafe, so was reality, but little glimmering trinkets? He could do that. He could deliver his love to her quietly, wrapped in a silk ribbon and tissue paper. He built her quite a collection, rings in every luxurious metal on the market, pretty pendants and bracelets, earrings that whispered wealth, even a dainty chain with his initial on it. It soothed him, made him feel like he could love her without the vulnerability that came with.
He regretted it all as he laid in his bed, rolling a golden earring between two fingers. He cursed Gotham for taking her, he cursed the thug who pulled the trigger, he cursed his family for not letting him die with her, and he cursed himself, for not saving her, for not loving her the way he knew she truly deserved.
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In the days after her death, Damian Wayne was left with nothing but time. Bruce had barred him from patrols, something Damian hadn’t even realized until he tried to suit up two days later in an attempt to focus his energy on something productive.
Bruce hadn’t known about her. No one did, besides Damian’s unfortunate eldest brother and the all-seeing butler of the Wayne estate. It wasn’t till Dick came by that Bruce understood the gravity of what happened during that patrol. The usual questions Bruce would’ve asked felt pointless, even thinking of them made his mouth feel like sandpaper.
Did she know?
When did you meet?
How long were you two dating?
These questions went unanswered. He didn’t dare bring it up to Damian. And it was that silent understanding in Bruce’s eyes that infuriated Damian. How dare he assume anything about their relationship. Anything about her.
In many ways Damian refused to accept she was gone. The night he found her he clung to her molding body for hours. The day after he ransacked the batcomputer’s files, searching for any piece of information he hadn’t known about the Lazarus pit, praying for some nugget of gold he hadn't already memorized years ago. The second day he was benched from being Robin, with no outlet for his frustrations and no text messages to distract him, he remembered exactly what loneliness was, something he hadn’t had to face in months. On the third day, news of her passing had made its way to the media. One post, exactly one article mentioned her by name, an article that was quickly swallowed by memes and cute cats and pranks gone wrong. Damian deleted social media that day. He had only gotten it for her anyway. His personal accounts were scrubbed from the internet, except for one lone instagram account. Still following her, still waiting for a new story. The fourth, fifth, and sixth day passed as one big blob of time.
He spent hours rewinding the clock. Remembering every interaction from the last year. He drew her in his now-plentiful free time. Sketchbook after sketchbook, each page filled with memories of her, detailed portraits, scenes from the most cherished parts of his brain. Anyone who observed him from the outside might’ve thought he was going insane. He wouldn’t deny it.
He mourned, in a different way than one might expect a 17 year old to mourn. One day, when Dick had dragged him outside of his room, they passed by the garden and Damian fell to the ground at the sight of his dearly departed’s favorite flower. He couldn’t bring himself to pick it, or even walk away from it, and stayed there, knees planted in the dirt. He remained there long past sunset.
Damian spent hours thinking of the first day they met. Replaying it in his mind like a movie.
It was art class, junior year. Damian had been placed in a beginners class and was determined to prove his abilities and advance to the highest possible art class their school held. Fortunately, that wasn’t how the school operated, and Damian was resigned to sit among artistically-challenged freshmen who loudly hurled insults at every teacher in the school, even the half-decent ones.
They were working with oil pastel. The objective was to create a piece of art that mimicked stained glass on a square posterboard. Easy, at least to Damian it was. The other members of the class found it either too difficult or too boring to commit to. The teacher allotted them a week to finish, Damian was done in a day. It was simple, a mosaic featuring a goat in a field. As he modpodged his artwork with a gentle hand—he’d chosen to come to class early the next day to work away from his messy classmates—another poster board was placed next to his.
It, admittedly, caught him off guard. Not her presence but the project itself. It wasn’t a magnificent work of art, though it was pretty. No, what caught his eye was the clear effort spent on it. Pretty yellow and red pastels blended to form the base of a comet, black and purple swirls surrounded it to form the night sky, even the stars that dotted the poster were shaded and blended out. Oil pastels applied with careful pressure, smoothed with baby oil and smudged with intention. She sealed the artwork gently, strokes soft with effort to not smear.
“I like your lamb,” she said.
“It’s a goat.” He replied.
Her head tilted and she examined his work.
“So it is.”
He kept an eye on her. She approached him sometimes in class to view his work. Once in a while she’d bring her own work over to compare. He enjoyed the simplicity of it. Talking with someone who seemed to care about art and appreciate effort.
Once, the teacher changed the seating chart. Irritating freshmen in the front, quiet kids in the back. Damian had ended up sitting next to the girl. She scooted her seat closer to his slowly, maybe without even realizing it herself.
She found him in the library one day eating lunch. The next day his usual empty lunch spot consisted of five: Damian, her, and three friends she forced to join them.
He walked her to her seventh period once, on the way some random kid in the grade below hurled an insult at him. It was casual, Damian was used to it. He’d been bullied since he came to Gotham. It hurt when he was younger, though he’d never admit it, but in the years that passed he’d stopped caring. He was used to it. She, clearly, was not. She whipped around so fast her ankle popped. Damian stood there, awe and shock in his usually expressionless face as she chewed out the kid for being a jerk.
“You didn’t have to do that.” He muttered, eyebrows furrowed.
“Of course I did.” She told him.
“I wish I had someone to go to Jeanie’s birthday party with.” She mentioned offhandedly. They stayed late that day. The semester was nearly over and exams had started, usually she’d be panicking, but being best friends with the smartest kid in school had perks, like him agreeing when you beg him to tutor you in math.
“I thought your friends were going?” Damian hummed, holding the back of her shirt to keep her from crossing the street without looking. He insisted on walking her home. After all, Gotham was dangerous.
“Yeah, but they all have dates.” She huffed.
“So?”
“So I'll be like, ninth wheeling or something.”
“I think when there are that many wheels, the number being odd or even matters less.”
“It does to me.” She murmured. “This is my place.”
Damian paused for a minute before turning away, he glanced at the apartment building infront of them.
“Then I’ll be your date.” He decided. Then walked away before she could pick up her jaw from the floor.
“You know, someone asked me if we were dating.” She murmured once, threading blades of grass together.
“Yeah? What’d you say?” He questioned, sketching her threading blades of grass together.
“No, of course.” She glanced up at him.
He stayed silent for a moment. Quiet filled the air. Pencil scratching paper filled the soccer field.
“Would you’ve been upset if I said yes?” She asked quietly. The pencil movements stopped, then started again.
“No.”
It was quiet for a while.
“Can I keep that drawing when you're done?” She asked.
“No.” He replied.
“Why not? It’s of me.”
“I’ll draw you something else.”
“Anything?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Of reasonable request.”
She thought for a moment. “Can you draw yourself?”
“You want a drawing of me?” His eyebrows furrowed the way they always do.
“Is that a reasonable request?” She cocked her head to the side.
“..I suppose so.”
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