sorry it took so long tanya

for tanya—

Tanya! Sorry this took so long asdfghjkl is2g I cannot write a fanfic these days so don’t expect too much, lmao.

Chuuya sighed. “It feels more like taking care of two children.” He murmurs, massaging his forehead as he slumped down on the couch eyeing at Dazai and Shuuji in front of him who had been laughing at Dazai’s joke.

“Mamai… did that?” Shuuji’s blue eyes, a resemblance of Chuuya’s, are wide with attention. His face showed happiness – the glow making Chuuya smile; even if Shuuji looks completely like Dazai and no, he isn’t bitter about it – why would he, he only carried Shuuji for nine months, after all.

“Hmm.” Dazai nods as he cradles the child. “Your Mamai really has some lame lines when he comes to fight the bad guys.”

“More like saving your sorry ass.”

Shuuji laughs – he laughs like his world is complete and Chuuya watches as Dazai’s face softens, tousling the child’s hair with adoration. Chuuya smiles at the scene unfolding in front of him; one that could easily ease away his fatigue.

Four years ago, he wouldn’t have dreamt of this very scene unfolding right before his eyes. Four years ago, he had given up the idea of happiness the moment Dazai had left him and Shuuji.

“Mamai,” Shuuji calls; eyes filled with happiness. “I’m hungry.” He whines. Unlike six months ago, his speech has improved far greater than what Chuuya could’ve imagined. It may have been a product of Dazai being with them all the time or maybe it’s just because he’s goddamn Dazai Osamu’s son.

Chuuya rolls his eyes as he hears Shuuji’s laughter all the way from the kitchen. He attempts to grab the seasoning placed on the top shelf courteousy of Dazai who was hell bent on teasing Chuuya’s height. Groaning, he peeked at the living room to call Dazai.

“What is it Chuuya?”

“I can’t reach the seasoning.” Chuuya mumbled, face heating up in embarrassment.

Dazai arches a brow. “Chuuya, I can’t hear you~”

“Asshole.” Chuuya mumbles. “I can’t reach the seasoning.”

There’s three seconds of silence before Dazai bursts out laughing. Chuuya punches him slightly on the shoulder but the bastard keeps on laughing until there are tears on the corner of his eyes. Chuuya glares at Dazai who wiped the tears of his face before walking towards the cabinet with amusement still evident on his features.

“Why did you even place that there, you ass.”

“But Chuuya is so cute when he asks for help.”

“You are such an asshole.”

“Eh, if Chuuya had his Gravity Manipulation he could’ve done this so easily.” Dazai comments before he grabs the seasoning, placing it on the counter.

You see, a month and a half ago, Fyodor Doestoyevsky had won the war. He had erased all the Abilities in the world – ranging from the smallest to the most powerful ones. However, there was only one flaw: He managed to erase the Abilities; not the Ability Users and thus, from then on, they have started to live normally.

“It’s too…surreal.” Chuuya says as he chops the mackerel. “Living normally, I mean.”

“But isn’t that what you wanted for Shuuji?” Dazai asks, leaning on the counter as he eyed Chuuya. “Normal living?”

Chuuya nods. He doesn’t say a thing when Dazai wraps his arms around Chuuya’s waist, placing his chin on Chuuya’s shoulder.

“Mamai, I’m hungry.” There’s a voice from behind them that calls Chuuya and Chuuya wiggles out of Dazai’s hold only to make Dazai tighten his embrace. Shuuji scrunches his nose. “Dada, stop hugging Mamai in front of me!”

“Why, bud?” Dazai grins. “You jealous?”

“Mamai was mine first!”

“He was mine first, Shuuji.” Dazai teases. Chuuya rolls his eyes at their antics but a smile grazed his features as he continued to cook.

Living normally felt surreal – Chuuya was afraid this happiness could shatter any minute. That one day, Dazai might leave again or Shuuji might be in danger again. There are a lot of things Chuuya is afraid of. But there was one thing for sure, he wouldn’t let anyone touch his family – if they do, Chuuya would meet them in hell.


This wasn’t new.

A lot of people had started going after Chuuya and Dazai now that they’re powers were gone. They felt like they had an advantage – especially since they would always come in numbers only to be pulverized by Chuuya’s skills in martial arts. This wasn’t new but it makes his heart clench in pain every time.

“Shuuji got taken again.” Dazai sighs, rubbing his hand on his face. “How many times is this? 4th? 5th? Do they really have a death wish?”

“One scrape on Shuuji’s skin and they wish they hadn’t been born.” Chuuya says, his eyes as dark as the night glazed with murder. Dazai nods, sighing at the mere naivety of the people nowadays.

“Well then, let’s go and rescue Shuuji, shall we?”

Another abandoned building. When will these guys ever stop being so mainstream? Sighing, Chuuya and Dazai entered the building casually, steps echoing throughout the dark as they searched around for Shuuji.

“Nakahara Chuuya of the Port Mafia and Dazai Osamu of the Armed Detective Agency,” There’s a feral grin matching the animosity of those words. “I thought you weren’t going to come, I was getting bored playing with your son.”

Chuuya grits his teeth, clenching his fists when Dazai places a hand on his shoulder, calming him down. “Oh? You were playing with our son? How did it feel to lose?”

The man gritted his teeth making Dazai smirk further. Shuuji wasn’t Dazai and Chuuya’s son for nothing. He could get out on any situation given that he managed to inherit his Father’s brains although Dazai would appreciate it if Shuuji hadn’t provoked them; which was impossible given that Shuuji had inherited Chuuya’s sass.

“Bring the boy!”

The man pushes Shuuji forward – who didn’t even look a tad bit scared. He had dirt on the sides of his face and his clothes were tattered but other than that, his eyes showed no fear and no further injuries could be seen.

“Mamai. Dada.” The boy calls, pouting. “I’m hungry.”

“As if you could get out of this alive!” The man shouts, waving his hand as tens of people surrounded them; all bringing weapon which ranged on from a bat to a knife. Sighing, Chuuya throws Dazai his coat; making Dazai smirk in response.

“Get Shuuji.”

“Way ahead of you, Chuuya.”

“Kill them!”

Dazai expertly maneuvers to the crowd; dodging their attacks effortlessly – jumping from one place to another. Sure, their abilities may be gone and Dazai’s combat skills maybe lower than average for the Port Mafia but these guys clearly were lower than that. He kicks the man guarding Shuuji to the shin before helping the boy up.

“You okay, bud?”

Shuuji nods, the rope on his wrist falling to the ground without even Dazai helping. “Is it okay to leave Mamai like that?”

“Your Mamai is angry.” Dazai winks. “We don’t want to get in the way, do we?” Shuuji nods – a constipated look on his face remembering the times Chuuya got angry. It was never a good move to make Chuuya angry.

“Dada, I’m hungry, can we get ice cream before we head home?”

“Sure, bud.” Dazai nods, ruffling the boy’s hair. “We need to calm your Mamai down with the coldness anyway.”

“Ice cream. Ice cream! Yay.” The boy shouts with glee like he wasn’t just kidnapped by now. Dazai shakes his head.

Well, this was a natural occurrence in the Nakahara-Dazai household anyway.

ladywiltshire  asked:

When you get this, list 5 things that make you happy, then send it to the last 10 people you have notes from!


1. MY FRIENDS!!! Specially closer ones!!! My significant other!!! I smile so much all day every freaking day whenever I think about them, let alone talk to them!! Seriously, it’s so hard to get by for me sometimes, and gosh, some of them have such a soothing effect on my soul… These people make it possible for me to bear with all the stress and pressure from my daily life, and my own struggles… and I couldn’t be more thankful for their presence and support. <3

2. Discovering great new music!! I’m not easily impressed and whenever I find something that’s incredibly compelling and worth diving into… good shit!!

3. WITNESSING MY PLANTS GROW AND BLOSSOM!! I’m so excited to see them truly come alive this spring, but as of right now, I’m specially happy for my yellow orchid!! After years of giving like, 3-4 branches around flowering season, she decided to freaking SLAY this year and now it has freaking 9-10 beautiful branches just about to flower!!! I’M SO PROUD of my plant you don’t understand, I’m such a proud mother!! Finally trying to one up my bordeaux one :’) (that usually has 7-8 gigantic branches a year, often breaking itself under the weight of its flowers sjhjhdjh)

4. Feeling incredibly motivated to draw!! Or having a writing epiphany in the middle of the night!! I’ve had a couple of bad art blocks in the past… and my severe lack of self-esteem/intense perfectionism (or rather, not living up to everyone’s expectations of me) certainly hasn’t been helping me draw… let alone write. But gosh!! When the inspiration hits me, and it feels like things are coming out just right, and so effortlessly… it’s the most amazing feeling in the world, and I cherish it so much.

5. My mutuals and followers out here!! Seriously guys, every little ask, tags in my posts/art, mention, or message you send me… really makes my day, you know? It can be something really simple, like responding to an ask prompt, sending some random positive message, showing me a post, or sharing/hollering about something to me, but… it really, really means the world. 

I’ve had… really awful weeks mentally where receiving something like that was one of the very few things keeping me going; one of the few things that would make me brighten up a bit as I talked about it. So thank you, really; with all your support and love, you’re making me, progressively, a much happier person overall!! And it’s… easier to carry my emotional luggage and face my own inner demons when you guys give me so much love and reassurance. <3