Chuya Stories

Have you ever felt trapped behind glass? Like an exhibit in a museum of your own life, your brightest wings pinned to a photograph of your past. He was trapped. Like a butterfly in a jar, its desperate fluttering against the walls only amusing the one holding the lid. He was shattered, like crystal on a plate, and someone else's fork mercilessly pinned him in place, depriving him of any chance of escape. His world narrowed to a dark room, the floor littered with broken mirrors and withered wings, torn by hope. But even in the deepest darkness, a tiny light can be born. A single ray, like the ringing of a phone with a bunny charm or the reflection of an emerald stone in a tie. And he walked towards it. Step by step, breaking the invisible red threads that held him captive. Behind the next door, a world turned inside out awaited him. Bright, absurd, noisy. Here, sweets lay on the floor next to surgical scalpels, school notebooks peacefully coexisted with an elegant hat and a bottle of expensive wine. A white stuffed tiger and cow slept in the corner, and a long black coat, smelling of rain and mystery, hung on a coat rack. A katana, sharpened to a razor's edge, was there. And scattered everywhere were pages from the "ideals" notebook. Chaos, but with its own strange harmony. And the further he walked, the easier it became to breathe. Threads broke, the glass beneath his feet turned to petals, and dried butterflies on the walls came to life, rustling their wings in dust and light. He no longer walked-he ran. Toward the blinding radiance at the end of the path. Toward the door behind which voices resounded. Voices calling his name. Voices that had become familiar. This is a story of escape. Not from a prison with bars, but from oneself-from the captivity of pain, loneliness, and someone else's will. A journey from a broken plate to the warm light of home, from a dried-up insect in a collection to a person who has finally found wings to fly to where they are loved.

As you know it's 2026 now and I'm way too late on the popularity of fanfics, BTW I am a weird kid core person I promise. Let's dive back down to somewhere near 2020 peak era. Dazai and Chuya unfortunately pulled of a Henry Stickmin move and somehow managed to end up in their own twisted tales of Cinderella. Yeah you know those gacha videos of placing characters in things like gacha stories. You might be thinking it will be fine and can deal with it. Oh it is for certain going to go wrong of course. Because we are great time reading about their situation. Soukoku fanfic, no lemon warnings cause there's no smut and stuff,

A remake of a story I already wrote but I was a bit unsatisfied with it and had other ideas so I decided to write it again with the same idea but some changes in the plot

A Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya angst fan-fiction. Short Story. TW(s): suicide, angst. Rough summary: >The Port Mafia was in a state of panic as they were attacked by an enemy which, surprising, was way too strong for them. Looking at the situation and how many men and co-workers were lost, Chuuya knew what he had to do. He sacrificed himself and used corruption without Dazai near to stop him. Kouyou only found out and called Dazai when Chuuya was almost dying. When Dazai arrived, he knew he was too late and just held Chuuya in his arms until his last breath. After Chuuya's death, Dazai had fallen into a deep state of depression and was bounded to his bed even though the agency members tried their best to help him. It was finally Chuuya's birthday, he would've been twenty-three now-if he were still alive, that is. Dazai got up from his bed and did what he had been waiting for. Later that day, he hung himself.

There are only two types of people in this world. People who kill bugs. And people who don't. A story in which one person teaches another to catch bugs, and accidentally catches more than he bargained for. (feat. my occasional bsd rants and my appalling grammar) !!CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EXTENSIVE EDITS AS OF 2023!!

‟ 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 " after the departure of her crush, dazai osamu, the badass executive finds herself spending more time with her best friend, nakahara chuuya. however, as time goes by, y/n is struck with the realisation that he could possibly be more than just a friend. chuuya x reader | (slight) dazai x reader

『 The mafia is not the place for a girl like you. 』 Moved to @-atoaji

SPOILERS FOR ALL THREE SEASONS AND DEAD APPLE MOVIE!! all quotes are mine unless specified. if my quote is too similar to another person's, please comment and add a link to the original so i can credit them! feel free to use these as long as credit goes to me or the original owner! first official book i'm doing, hope it goes well

Đ̶͔͎̮̭̣̯͎̯̣̔̕ē̸̙̏̄̀͗̚c̴̯͓̒͑̊̀͊̀́̋̈́͆â̴̡̙̬͈̼̽͂̓͛̎̕͝đ̸̺͎̲̽͂̐̓́̄̕̚̕͝ę̵̥̄̑̔̏̆ṋ̶͍̉̈̀͒̑͐c̵̩̩̦͈̪̖̈́̓̆͆͋̿͜͝e̴̞̩̩̲̯͒̎͌͜ͅ -moral or cultural decline as characterized by excessive indulgence in pleasure or luxury. -In case of a person: A decadent is a person who has fallen into a state of moral or artistic decay.

7 Días del desperdicio de vendas y el percherito. ;u; ❧Fecha de lanzamiento: 26 de Junio - 2 de Julio del presente año, 2017. ❧Temario: Día 1: Sartorialism* o 「Ah, corazón, que cree en los demás más que en sí mismo」 - Sheep Song. Día 2: Spring (Primavera) o 「Eso es lo que significa ser compañeros, ¿verdad?」 - Dazai Osamu, Capítulo 11 Día 3: Historical AU (Universo alterno histórico) o 「Tu acto de niño bueno me molesta.」 - Nakahara Chuuya, Capítulo 31 Dia 4: Memento Mori (Recuerda que vas a morir) o 「Una vez más, persigo mi deseo que se desliza a través.」 - Eien Misui Ni Good Bye Día 5: Horror AU (Universo alterno terror) o 「Me presiono a mí mismo al límite y tiño todo de negro.」 - DARKNESS MY SORROW Día 6: Inspiraciones de autores de la vida real o 「En mi caso, una expresión como "enamorarse de mí" o incluso "ser amado" no es en lo más mínimo apropiado; tal vez describe la situación con más exactitud decir que fui "protegido". 」- No Longer Human Día 7: Día libre

In the year 19XX, He was an elegant gentleman who's dedicated himself to poetry. The young man's name is Chuya Nakahara. He has arrived in Yokohama from France to flee from his duties as the only heir of the Nakahara business. When he's chosen his passion over responsibility, he is fated to cross paths with a certain writer whom he never thought of will add colors to his life with their book bringing sadness and joy. . . . Note: please excuse my English as it is not my first language. Though, I am always open to critiques and suggestions that will help me improve. Also, this is my first time writing fanfic so please double excuse me (m;_ _)m but I hope you guys enjoy!

Dazai had found his office messed up several times before and he knew who had done it but decided to just ignore it until the invader stole something precious and he finally decided to take revenge, but it didn't go as planned...

Могу сказать одно, почитайте, может даже понравиться.)

Some One-Shots, to get better in english ^^

Chuya Nakahara sister is coming to Yokohama except for Chuya doesn't know that Let's see what surprises his sister has in store for him. (Note) I do not own Frill I just like her design that's why I'm using it and I do not own Bungo stray dogs Credits to Bungo stray dogs and wonder egg they are both amazing anime

Le dio la mano como si fueran una feliz pareja, ignorando el echó de que el pelirrojo estaba llorando a su lado. Ignorando el miedo que Chuya le tenía. Yandere!Dazai x Chuya

You have a nightmare about Chuuya with a turtle smile.

[BSD × OC!Reader]

akutagawa saves a girl. bungo stray dogs is not mine, all credit goes to authors (except my oc) COVER ART ALSO NOT MINE. HERES THE ARTIST: https://twitter.com/AgonizingPuddle