11 Works by ephemeralis
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“That’s your problem, my dear Dazai. You think no one will call your little bluff– and now your partner will get to watch you die.”
As Fyodor raises his pistol to aim once more at Dazai’s head– now hardly more than a meter away– Dazai juts his chin up defiantly to stare down the barrel of the gun. The other man's grinning face looms down above him, haloed by the golden sun.
It is, Dazai thinks, the epitome of a shitty last sight.
The desert is a perfect hiding place for those who lurk in the shadows, and wandering cowboys Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya have found this out the hard way more than once.
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His mind feels like candy floss, unspooling. As though the threads of his life are unraveling, existential, and nothing of Aki will be left when it's gone. Lack of time has warped his desires; taken some away, heightened others. Made him unsteady in his own skin, in the way Angel looks at him too-knowingly.
Aki doesn't comment when he hears movement from behind him, when Angel joins him to survey the view. The devil remains a careful distance away. Close enough to reach out and touch if he wished. Far enough to avoid accidental contact, though he catches a whiff of strawberry shampoo. An oddly human detail that makes something in his chest ache.
"What are you thinking?" Aki says finally, before draining the rest of his beer can. A quiet request. They both know what he's asking.
There are consequences to giving in - love cannot change what has already been written in blood.
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A lovely face- dark hair cut above her shoulders, with sharp features accented in red paint and merciless violet eyes. The woman is as beautiful as Kouyou had dreamed. As sad, too.
Her gaze pins Kouyou in place as she leans back and adjusts the furs across her shoulders. It all but radiates hostility: if looks could kill, she’d be buried in the dirt. Kouyou’s eyes are drawn to the bloodied cloth that the other woman holds and her hand goes to the wound in her side, but the woman grabs her wrist with a snarl.
“Don’t touch,” she says, voice low.
There's a delicate balance between man and beast, and the more that Ozaki Kouyou interacts with the wolf-woman Yosano, the less she knows where to draw the line.
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denial is an onigiri, or five by ephemeralis for ghermez
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
14 Feb 2025
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That’s how he ends up with a mostly-full plate of onigiri for Zoro’s midday snack, staring with abject horror at the ball of rice he’s been molding by hand.
A heart shape. A heart. For Zoro.
A noise that can only be described as twin-to-a-dying-teakettle escapes Sanji’s mouth, his gaze shifting frantically between the sort-of heart-shaped rice he’s holding and the rest of the perfectly heart-shaped onigiri already displayed on the plate, topped with little pieces of sea king meat and furikake.
“This cannot be happening,” he moans, resting his forehead on the counter, hands still cupping the half-made onigiri in front of him like an empty prayer. “I’m gonna kill him.”
In which Sanji makes a few discoveries about his own feelings, and is treated to an unexpected gift.
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It twists him, turns him, curls in his chest like something alive, something he knows but can’t dare to name. Chuuya curses the red-black petals that fall from his lips, these nearly rotten things that tear him apart from the inside out. Part of him wants to rip his own traitorous heart out, through a ribcage shattered by feelings he can’t contain.
Anger is easy, a thing he’s learned to control. This— whatever the hell this is— is not.
Or at least it’s easier to feel as though this is beyond his own control, because Chuuya is not in love.
(It feels like a lie even to himself.)
After he's hit by a strange ability, Chuuya is forced to consider truths he'd much rather keep hidden- but not everything is as simple it seems.
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“You only smoke when you’re stressed.”
Chuuya stares flatly back at him, unamused. “Yeah, ‘cause you’re stressing me the fuck out, mackerel.”
And that’s the problem; he can’t keep his mouth shut, can’t just let the moment pass and leave without scratching at this old wound between them. Dazai’s selfish by nature, unable to resist the urge to cling to Chuuya one last time– a final reminder of what they used to be no matter how much he knows it must anger the other.
Will you mourn me when I’m gone?
As he drives aimlessly down the coast of Japan, Dazai intends to take his own life- determined to find a beautiful place to die. But a chance encounter with an old flame might change everything, because Chuuya isn't going to let him go so easily.
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Atsushi takes the mug then, savoring the familiar heat against his hands, and takes a slow sip of the drink. It’s a cappuccino, he realizes, the familiar bitterness of espresso mixing with the slight sweetness of the steamed milk on his tongue.
“It’s really good!” Atsushi says cheerfully, taking another sip. Kill ‘em with kindness, he supposes, though maybe it would’ve been funnier to pretend he didn’t like it. And the coffee is delicious, but Akutagawa’s got a strange expression stuck on his face like he wasn’t expecting the reaction.
“What, did you want me to say it was bad?”
Atsushi's a barista who just wants a snack after a long day at work, and Akutagawa might have a bit of a problem with that.
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- Part 2 of Shin Soukoku One-Shots
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As much as he still wants to lash out against him, Chuuya can’t bring himself to hate the man standing at his door. Even if he knows this must be calculated, that Dazai knows full well that Chuuya’s fatal flaw has always been his dogged loyalty to those he cares about, whether they deserve it or not. Knows too, in his heart of hearts, that he does still care for Dazai. Cares for him with the violence it often requires, even if his ex-partner isn’t afraid to use that to his advantage.
Those brown eyes– trained on him the entire time–light up the instant before Chuuya wavers, as he loosens his grip on the door with a sigh.
“If you bleed on my rug, I’ll kill you.”
Chuuya gets an unexpected knock at his door, and finds himself treating his ex-partner’s injuries.
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- Part 3 of Soukoku One-Shots
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“I thought you were dead, Dazai.”
“And I thought you would’ve wanted that.” He grins, but it’s an empty, hollow thing.
Dazai doesn’t have time to react before Chuuya slams him against the wall, the rough brick pressing against his spine. The redhead is breathing heavily, his face flushed from the wine and eyes blazing with emotions Dazai can’t interpret, and with a vicious sort of satisfaction he thinks for a moment that he’s finally done it. That he’s pushed Chuuya too far, that he’s finally going to get what he deserves–
But then Chuuya yanks Dazai down by his tie and kisses him.
Or: five times Dazai waxes poetic about the love of his life, and one time he voices it aloud.
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- Part 2 of Soukoku One-Shots
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“Tell me why you’re here, Jinko.” It’s more of a command than anything else, and though Atsushi’s hackles rise at the tone, he’d rather not let the tiger out tonight.
“I was thinking,” Atsushi snarls. But when Akutagawa stares back at him unimpressed, he relents. “About what happened with Shibusawa.”
The memories flood back– are you going to kill me again are you going to kill me again– and Atsushi can’t help but bite his lip once more. He feels it this time, the sting of his teeth breaking flesh, worrying into the wound that’s already there.
“I killed him, you know.”
Unable to process the aftermath of his past with Shibusawa following the Dead Apple incident, Atsushi finds himself wandering the city after a nightmare. Akutagawa is the very last person he wants to see, but he might be the one Atsushi needs.
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- Part 1 of Shin Soukoku One-Shots
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There’s a vicious sort of satisfaction in knowing your vices. Dazai’s is the draw of death, his tightrope walk across its chasm– that thin line between existence and nothingness that he plays with so carelessly, whose jokes hide the depth of that empty desire. And Chuuya… his is the burn of liquor in his throat, the heady way it swirls his mind and the vain hope that it’d help him forget, forget, forget. Like it ever could.
Dazai is another of his vices, and Chuuya thinks he might be one of Dazai’s, too.
Chuuya and Dazai have never been able to let each other go— not really. It doesn't mean they won't avoid talking about it, though.
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- Part 1 of Soukoku One-Shots