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“Okay, you need to get up, boss,” a voice echoes, stabbing the man with the pathetic realization that he didn’t hear the door opening once again. With his head turned to the other side, the entrance to his bedroom was out of sight. “We need you.” Chuuya’s voice is stern, almost unlike himself.
No, they don’t. They don’t need him at all. How is he supposed to lead the mafia right now, in this state? Don’t they have the least bit of understanding? He is the one supposed to be the cold, uncaring boss that forces his subordinates to do immoral things without batting an eye. How is it even fair to try to drag him out of his misery?
“Take over the mafia,” Mori says in a tone that’s completely stripped out of all emotion. “And leave me the fuck alone.”
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Mori must not know.
After she opens her eyes, she notices her protege staring at her with uncertainty in his blue eyes. He’s still shaking slightly, although not as much as before, but she knows what he wants to tell her before he even opens his mouth.
“You should tell him,” Chuuya murmurs, in a subdued voice, as if he was afraid of someone eavesdropping on them. “Boss should know.” Is all that comes out, although Kouyou can sense the reasoning in the air. It’s his child, he should know about it. It’ll be difficult, if not impossible, to hide it from him, even if she decides not to keep it. They basically lived together for a while now, there is no way that he wouldn’t notice anything.
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“Extremely sorry,” he adds with a smug smile that Kouyou wants to wipe away from his face and kiss at the same time. “Perhaps next time I should take diving goggles with me,” the man points out, and she snorts.
“I had no idea you owned a pair,” she manages to stutter out in between breaths that have become much more ragged than she thought they would. The reason for that might be his capable fingers that sneak under the material of her swimsuit and start very cruelly teasing the sensitive skin of her breast.
“I do not, indeed,” Mori smirks again. “But I think it’s time to supply myself with it, if you’re fond of such activities. From what I can see, you seem to enjoy it.”
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- Part 36 of you've begun to feel like home
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It was difficult to even get up, and if he did, what would it be for? Pacing nervously around his office? Mori had done that already, but his feet hurt and he had to sit, and when he did, he couldn’t stand again. The outbursts of energy were not gone either, they returned in the form of him having to bury his face in his hands, weird shivers running down his spine or the urge to spin himself on his chair a few times. Would he throw up if he did it? The stress had probably evaporated right now, so the nausea should as well… but did it really?
It was all very, very difficult.
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“Midnight, tenth of January,” he says nonchalantly, and a strange sense of deja vu hits her, along with many other emotions that she can’t contain at all. “Happy birthday, Kouyou.”
The words make it even worse, to be honest, and combined with the fact that she was thoroughly annoyed at him just minutes earlier, cause a type of guilt to enfold within her.
“I had to make sure that you wouldn’t suspect anything,” Mori adds in a slightly more distressed tone, as if trying to explain himself some more. “I’m sorry if it caused you any discomfort, I didn’t mean—”
He doesn’t manage to finish, because Kouyou throws her arms around his neck in a tight hug that is supposed to mean all the things she can’t voice out right now. The sob that escapes her mouth would make everything very difficult to decipher.
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- Part 35 of you've begun to feel like home
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“Still warm, but it’s better than in the morning. The medicine must be finally working,” he comments. Maybe the measurement lacks precision, but the use of his hand is enough to confirm that Kouyou’s suffering would definitely end soon.
“So I’m not,” is the conclusion, and she sits up, raising an eyebrow at the roses obscuring their view of each other. The way she looks so stunned is actually quite adorable, so Mori lets a small chuckle escape his mouth.
“Merry Christmas,” he explains in a short and sweet manner, handing her the bouquet while leaning forward and pressing a small kiss to her cheek. A flush instantly appears on her face, and although her slower than usual response is definitely caused by the sickness, the man cannot suppress the thought that it’s cute. Kouyou accepts the roses with visible shock, albeit also a spark of happiness in her clouded red eyes that perhaps makes Mori’s heart flutter a little.
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- Part 34 of you've begun to feel like home
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“What do you think you’re doing?” he moves to the side, closer to her ear, nibbling on the helix gently with his teeth. Kouyou’s breath stops, and although she doesn’t really want to show it, it seems to be impossible for now. Unfortunately for her, the man notices it very quickly and instantly takes advantage of it. “Not so brave now, aren’t we?”
His arm, still wrapped around her waist while she’s sitting on the table, travels slightly downwards, playing with the hem of her red dress teasingly.
“It’s not my fault,” Kouyou begins, taking her hand off his eyes. The action is slow, meant not to startle any of them and ruin the current atmosphere; the woman is enjoying it very much, to be honest. “That this,” she accentuates the word with a light slap on his ass, one that doesn’t hurt, but makes him pretty surprised. “Is so distracting.”
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- Part 33 of you've begun to feel like home
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“Ougai,” she pleads, as if it could help with anything. “Please,” Kouyou whispers, putting her hand on his chest in a pathetic attempt to get the bleeding to stop.
His violet eyes flash at her as he raises his eyelids lazily; it doesn’t take an expert to recognize that he’s dying. After all, the blood doesn't stop flowing, messing her hands and her kimono, making her feel disgusted, but too devastated to do something about it.
“Kouyou,” he whispers her name, looking at her, but not without difficulty. They gaze at each other silently, for a few seconds, until Mori places his gloved palm over her hand on his chest. “It’s useless,” he says quietly, sliding it off and just letting the blood flow with a strained sigh.
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- Part 32 of you've begun to feel like home
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“Cat got your tongue?” Dazai asks, seemingly irritated a bit. “Answer me. How does it feel?” he clicks his tongue, as if rushing Mori to do it.
“How does what feel, Dazai?” he forces out with a quiet voice. The feeling of Kouyou’s breath slowing down doesn’t help; he has to run and get her to safety, but the gun pointed at him doesn’t make it very easy.
A smirk appears on the man’s lips again and he glances downwards momentarily.
“Don’t play dumb, Mori-san,” he chuckles dryly. “Someone as intelligent as you must have realized by now.”
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- Part 31 of you've begun to feel like home
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“Ougai,” she ignores his words, propping herself up on her elbows. It is unwise to get up so quickly, and she feels the consequences in the form of instant dizziness, but the realization hits her a bit too forcefully to ignore it. Mori frowns and leans forward, ready to push her back onto the bed, but Kouyou is faster. “Don’t you have to…?” she says, pulling the collar of her white nightgown to expose her neck.
The man stares at her for a while, as if she just said something clearly out of place.
“I’m not going to bite you when you’re injured,” he sighs, reaching for her hand and placing it on the bed slowly while intertwining her fingers. “That would make you even weaker, Kouyou,” Mori glances at her chidingly, yet still with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
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Kouyou, Mori and the perks and flaws of (not) being human.
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“I hate business parties,” he grumbles, unable to say anything else. Maybe he wouldn’t complain that much about it, hadn’t it been for that one, nasty encounter, but he feels an urge to voice out these feelings anyway. They’re alone; he doesn’t have to put up with the strict and collected image anymore. Maybe it’s pathetic, but it’s sincere. At least.
Kouyou’s hand saves him; she reaches out to touch his hair and brushes her fingers through it gently, careful not to tug on it too hard. For a second, they sit in silence, until she speaks in a quiet voice.
“Was it because of that man?” She raises an eyebrow, and when he turns right, the corner of her mouth is slightly raised. The fact that this could possibly be funny for her is even more embarrassing, and out of shame, Mori snorts.
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- Part 30 of you've begun to feel like home
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“Yes, actually,” she admits softly, but without any hints of annoyance in her tone. “But I’m glad you called, I missed you. Did something happen?”
I missed you. The way she says it, with such ease and honesty, makes Mori’s heart flutter, although it’s embarrassing to think about. He smiles to himself, and still holding onto his wound, speaks calmly.
“No, nothing in particular,” he says, grateful that they’re not talking face to face; she definitely wouldn’t believe him if she saw him slumped against the window like that, bleeding. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”
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- Part 29 of you've begun to feel like home
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It’s undoubtedly a woman, just like the documents said. Long, dirty and matted hair falls on her shoulders and the concrete floor, definitely not cut for a long time. The old rags that she uses as clothing doesn’t give away much save for how skinny and bruised all of her limbs are.
Mori feels safe. To some extent. Not only is Elise right behind his back, not only is the woman undeniably too weak to even stand up — a pair of heavy, rusty chains wraps itself around her ankles and wrists, making it too hard for her to maneuver her limbs. As he watches, she doesn’t even budge; he can’t guess whether it is because of lack of strength or her current position. Probably both, combined.
“Well,” he begins, after clearing his throat. “We haven’t met before.”
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- Part 28 of you've begun to feel like home
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say my name (and everything just stops) by tsun4de
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
14 Aug 2023
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She’s not sure whether it’s shame or pride that overcomes her at the sight, but she still has troubles with getting herself to breathe normally, especially when the unpleasantly cold air hits her breasts—
Oh, fuck.
She’s naked too, and her hair is a mess; everything slowly starts to form a clear picture, but the more Kouyou understands, the more terrified she feels. They’re lying on the floor in Mori’s office, amidst their abandoned clothes. Her body is all sore, especially her thighs and legs, and the man’s body is covered in hickeys and her lipstick.
They got drunk and had sex.
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- Part 27 of you've begun to feel like home
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“What are we doing right now?” she whispers after they break apart, breathless. The question is one of the few reluctant things about her behavior right now, and it causes Mori to ponder in a way that his looped head starts to hurt.
What are they doing right now? Great question, isn’t it?
“Kissing,” he answers proudly into the small space between their lips, his fingers sneakily sliding under the obi tied around her waist. It’s much nicer to have a hold of something thinner than a few layers of material. The move doesn’t slide past her perceptive eye, because one of her hands wanders downwards, to the buttons of his vest. “Is there something wrong?”
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- Part 26 of you've begun to feel like home
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“You can ask for anything you wish in exchange,” Mori adds for a while, shakily, but trying to keep up the impression of a careless smile. He doesn’t succeed, obviously, and in the end, the grimace that appears on his face is even less pleasant to look at than his usual one. “So that we can have a fair deal.”
A fair deal here sounds a bit absurd. There’s nothing they could possibly want in exchange for the life of one of his executives, at least nothing that Yosano can think of right now. Chuuya seems to share her opinion, because he looks at his boss with a puzzled expression, but clenches his teeth and looks down anyway.
“I’ll leave the decision to Doctor Yosano,” Fukuzawa speaks first, putting a palm on her shoulder and the woman budges.
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left with no other choice, Mori has to ask a former subordinate to save his current one.
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“Kouyou,” Mori whispers, right into her ear, letting out a strained whimper that makes something in her chest jump with agitation. “Kouyou, ah—”
His soft groan is what instantly urges her to start moving her hips.
Perhaps it is a little strange, but the image and act itself escalates the warmth in her lower stomach even more. It almost makes her dizzy; seeing such a formidable and powerful man, the boss of the Port Mafia himself, moaning her name and whimpering under her in his own car. The advantage she has hits her with a strong force, almost knocking the air out of her lungs.
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- Part 2 of bedroom hymns
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“No, I can’t,” she protests, shaking her head frantically, still looking at him. “I won’t— It can’t be me. It should be someone else. It should be Chuuya,” she concludes. While it’s true that the younger executive is much more powerful and perhaps liked among the subordinates than her, Mori doesn’t seem convinced at all; quite the contrary, he gives her another smile.
“Chuuya is strong,” he admits, still caressing her face, perhaps in hopes of calming her down a bit. “But he is vulnerable at times.”
And I’m not?, she wants to ask. I’d leave the mafia if it wasn’t for you, she wants to say, but the words are stuck in her throat.
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- Part 25 of you've begun to feel like home
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past the blood and the bruise (there is happiness) by tsun4de
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
18 Jun 2023
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She doesn’t finish; she doesn’t have to. She turns her body so that she can rest her cheek on his chest, seeking his comforting heartbeat within his warm embrace. Mori obliges almost instantly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer.
Usually, vulnerability is not a good quality for such a high-ranking member of the mafia. It makes you weak, easy to hurt in the eyes of the enemy. Someone who works for such an organization must be deadly efficient and not let anything get to themselves. Push away everything that can be used against them.
On the other hand, it is about Kouyou.
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- Part 24 of you've begun to feel like home
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“Just make it quick,” she can only mutter, almost straight into his ear, and place a gentle kiss just above it before peacefully returning to her default position; head on his shoulder, that is.
Surprisingly, it seems like a shiver runs down his spine because of her gesture. The pen in his hand stops mid-air as Kouyou observes, curious as to what he’s about to do. Maybe she’s a bit of a tease too, actually, but well — it can’t be helped!
“You’re so stubborn tonight,” he comments, accompanied by the tap of his pen that falls right onto the wooden desktop. Along with his voice that gives away hints of slight arousal, it’s music to her ears. “Is there a reason for that, Kouyou?”
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- Part 23 of you've begun to feel like home