The Walk Home

Shen Yuan and Shen Qingqiu(Shen Jiu)

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You're reliable. That's how Dazai settles on describing you when he first started to get to know you at the ADA. You didn't have an ability (which was surprising to say the least) and you weren't as gifted as Ranpo, yet you were still reliable.

Reliable in the sense that no matter what fight you and the others were put through, you would always come back alive with everyone else intact and breathing. Not a single hair harmed on their heads.

You're reliable. Reliable in the sense that he didn't have to worry about you dying along the way. You're reliable in a way that you'll still be alive if he focused on something else before focusing back on you.

You're reliable because he knew you wouldn't die like everyone else.

But ... just because someone is reliable doesn't mean they get into trouble, too.

You pressed down on your wound. Eyes focusing and unfocusing as your blood kept gushing between your fingertips.

It won't stop, you thought, shit!

You looked behind you at Rokuzo. One second later and he would be the one with the bullet wound instead of you. But... you made it in time, right?

Though, before you could look at the one who shot the gun in the shadows, Dazai placed a hand over yours and pressed down too. The action surprised you. Your eyes glancing over at him. His face looked... distraught. His jaw clenched. His hand that was over yours felt cold, and there was a slight tremble in his hold.

You raised your free hand to pat his head. His head snapped up to look at you, at the way you were smiling. His lips parted as if to say something, but you beat him to it.

"I'll be fine. Focus on her. Not me."

That's right... you're reliable, aren't you?

Player:[VOIDTALE] - Patterns Undone

Fandom: UnderTale - Player:[VOIDTALE]

TW: Spiraling Mental Health, mentions of dissociating (not DID)

POV: Void!Sans or Player:[VOIDTALE] Sans

Chapter [1] - RESET

He couldn’t take it anymore. Days blurred together in his dissociated state of mind. It was monotonous.

Objectively, he knew there were other timelines but he could not recall seeing them with his own eyes. Perhaps he had some long time ago.

What even was time in the context of so many RESETs?

If he had, he’d long forgotten it in the face of so many genocides.

He could hear the familiar call of his brother from outside of his bedroom door. He was tired. Stars above, he was so fucking tired.

What was the point in anything if this was what it led to?

He used to believe the anomaly would grow bored of the same thing everytime. How wrong he was.

Now he questioned if the anomaly even had a higher level of conscious, was the anomaly an entity capable of thought? Or was the anomaly an ‘it’, like a parasite, something that needed violence like a fish needed water, a human needed air? Could the anomaly get bored?

Was Frisk, the child, conscious of the actions the anomaly made? Could Frisk fight the control? If Frisk could, did Frisk care to? Did the kid let this happen, give in willingly?

Loud knocking disrupted his chaotic thoughts. He let out a groan of a response so his brother knew he was up and did not need to be dragged out of bed.

He let himself fall into that hazy, dissociative  state of mind once more, going about this day the same way he had for every RESET before.

It took him a bit to notice through his hazy mind.

… 

The kid was late…

Next Chapter: [2] -WIP-

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chuuya is not used to seeing a sleeping dazai. Sure he's definitely the person who has seen him like this the most, has helped him as much as he could with his insomnia, has driven him around until he was sleepy, has gotten him his sleeping pills (and kept them far from him only to be accessed through chuuya, thank you very much). However dazai is still an insomniac, so waking up before him and finding him cuddled up on chuuya's chest and sleeping peacefully is rare. This are his favorite mornings, without a speck of a doubt. Not only does this mean that the mackerel is actually resting, it also means that chuuya can stare at his pretty face as much as he wants. And when after a while dazai stirs awake, with his eyes barely open, his hair a mess and his face puffy and sleep warm, chuuya gets cuteness aggression so hard he needs to cover him in kisses and squeeze him real tight

Together Forever

Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs

Ship: Chuuya x Dazai (Soukoku)

TW: Major Character Death, Angst, Major Angst, No happy ending, I love making characters go through hell, except Chuuya, which is why this isn’t in his pov, I felt evil today

Since the first time Dazai had witnessed the storm that was Arahabaki, Chuuya, he was enthralled. 

Chuuya was human. So painfully human. So beautifully human. 

After all, there was nothing more human than chaos and discord. The human need to find the most perfect, the most orderly form of chaos. 

Chuuya was chaotic and he was perfect. The perfect form of chaos. 

Human. 

Chuuya was human. 

Human. 

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For the first time since Dazai witnessed the storm that was Arahabaki, Chuuya, he wasn’t enthralled. 

Chuuya was human. So painfully human. So horrendously human. 

After all, there was nothing more human than life and death. The conclusion to a human life, the inevitable cessation. 

Chuuya was deadly and he was corrupt. 

Human. 

Chuuya was human. 

Blood. 

So much blood. 

There was a burning in his chest from having run here.  

He fell to his knees with no regard for the rubble beneath him. He pulled Chuuya into his arms. 

Red. So much red. 

Yet the body he was clinging to like a child to a stuffed animal was cold. 

He could feel the lingering warmth leaving the body and seeping into his own in a cruel twist of fate. 

He could feel as the warmth entered his own freezing body. 

There was an annoying chattering sound somewhere in the rubble. 

It was cold. It was cold and the body in his arms was becoming freezing to the touch but he couldn’t let go even as he shivered. 

Chuuya was covered in red, further staining his abdomen in sticky red. 

Cold. 

It was so cold. 

He curled himself over Chuuya as if to shield him from the cold, cruel world. 

He was tired and cold. 

He shivered, closing his eyes, pretending Chuuya wasn’t so freezing in his arms. 

… 

So cold…

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It had been raining nearly all day. He couldn’t help but think it was painfully fitting. 

The gravestone was large and elegant. It was surrounded by droves of people clad in black. Only those closest were allowed to be up near the grave. 

When he finally made it up to the grave with the others, his melancholy grew. 

In the middle of the gravestone, in large, fancy font was the word Soukoku. Below that on the left was Chuuya Nakahara and on the right was Osamu Dazai. 

Apparently, when they were found together, it first looked as if only Dazai was clinging to Chuuya, but Chuuya had his hand clenched around Dazai’s coat as well. Out of respect, they weren’t separated. 

He was startled out of his thoughts when he felt someone grab his arm. He looked up only to realize most people had left after the rain had gotten worse. He looked to his side before relaxing at the sight of Kyouka. 

“Thank you.”

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