#【Dazai :: verse】:: main .

[frost-eyed-autumn]

Homecoming || starsburned

@starsburned

Standing outside of here now was a weird feeling. It wasn't as though he'd ever been to this place before - Dazai's place, the one he'd taken up in after leaving the Port Mafia. He'd never once visited it or even given it a glance, hardly even knowing it existed. Even when he did learn about it, he never made a point to come by.

Yet, standing here now was surreal in a way. The Black Lizard and a scattering of their men were on standby elsewhere, watching and blocking off every street and alleyway leading in and out of this city block, to make sure no one they didn't want could get through while the two of them worked. Not the police, not civilians, and certainly as fuck not the ADA.

The latter was highly unlikely at this hour anyway. The deep hours of night had always belonged to the Mafia; that never changed. Once morning hit, it wouldn't matter if they knew. Everyone here would be long gone with a job well done.

But...

"You're really sure about this?"

Dazai, dressed to conceal his identity as just another Port Mafia grunt, stood beside him. Chuuya's hands were shoved into his pockets, his coat customarily hanging off his shoulders with the sleeves dangling loose.

They'd discussed it at length ; Dazai's leaving the ADA. More importantly, faking his death so that he could do so without hassle. They didn't need those Agency toddlers getting some kind of bullshit in their minds about staging some rescue operation over something that was inevitably Dazai's choice and Dazai's choice alone. As much as Chuuya would deeply enjoy the Agency giving him an excuse to crush them, he knew better than to instigate anything if it wasn't on Mori's order.

Everything was set to make this night happen. They'd discussed every step at length and how to make it look convincing. Both Dazai and Chuuya had plenty enough experience killing people, so it wasn't hard to imagine just how a murder scene should look.

The biggest complication in all of that would be potential civilian witnesses, which was the largest hole in their plan they would have to cover, and the part they'd spent the longest discussing, but they'd come to a reasonable way to handle that too.

"You know, once this is final, there's no going back. I have no doubts the Agency would be fine taking you back and I'm sure you could come up with a convincing excuse for your absence if you ever decide you liked being with them better after all,--"

After all, the Agency were soft and, frankly, gullible. If Dazai fabricated some story about how he'd been attacked and taken prisoner or held against his will, likely they'd believe it. It wouldn't be hard to trick them into letting him come back with few, if any, questions.

"--but the Port Mafia isn't going to let you get away with betraying them twice. Matter of fact, I'd hunt you down and kill you myself, for real this time. You'd better be absolutely certain this is what you want."

[kitxkatrp]

What a beautiful city. They were currently checking into their hotel room before heading out to explore the city and probably get a nice dinner with the kids. Kotori was holding Dazai's hand while Joel was practically glued to Nikolai.

They both clearly had their favorites.

"Everybody still doing all right? We're nearly there."

"Uh huh!" Kotori responded, beaming up at him. "It feels good to be able to walk again!"

@clown-demon

[infinitexmuses-archive]

@kitxkatrp asked: A brick is going to narrowly miss hitting Dazai in the face. "You piece of shit!" Chuuya screeched like a tiny lapdog. "I hate you so much! Always! From the bottom of my heart I will hate you until you die, hear me?!" He seems particularly irate today for some reason--

"Ohhh, Chuu Chuu." Dazai stared over at the other, watching this moreso with amusement than anything else. He was pretty used to his outbursts by now, but for him to go and find him was a new one. "It's lovely to see you, little train~"

He smirked, putting his head in his hand as he looked him over. "What's wrong? What did I do this time, hm?"

[attroxx]

❛ @starsburned said . . . [ chin up ] (dazai @ atsushi) ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄. none of this makes sense. the man before him is so familiar, almost identical in fact to his own boss. but . . . the man standing before him exudes a different kind of energy. something atsushi had never experienced before. the collar around his throat feels like it's tightening but, atsushi chalks it up to nerves, to the tears that start to build in his vision and the way it feels impossible to swallow now.

a single tear manages to roll down his cheek, tilting his head up with the movement up dazai's finger. just who was this man and why did he look so much like his boss ? ❛ who are you ? ❜ he finally manages, taking a step back from the stranger. he wanted answers, now.

non - verbal angst. ― accepting.

[gemkun]

@dreadmorgue ♡'d for a lyric starter

  ❝   we   temper   our   words   'cause   we're   scared   of   the   truth   ,   humming   tunes   that   we   can't   get   through.   ❞

[smol-sirens-garden]

@diverse-hearts Has Asked: + Reasons to Kiss - Chuuya to Dazai 15. Kiss on the back I LINK

"Hold still will ya slug. I am almost done here."

He was behind the other, helping to bandage up a pretty nasty wound on his lower back. With the other fidgeting like he was that was easier said than done, though he couldn't blame him. It had to be hurting quite a lot. He finished what he was doing, setting the extra bandages aside and keeping a gentle hand on the other's shoulder.

"There. Should be good. You need to take it easy for a bit."

He bit his lip still starring at the other's back, seeing a few spare scars. Without thinking he placed his lips to one, slowly starting to kiss along it down the others back.

[bemuseing]

Unprompted 🍂 @theladymuses sent:

❝ Akutagawa! ❞ Esmé's about to drag him into an ongoing argument as a means to prove her point. Her fingers snap in his direction to get his attention as she furrows her brows, ❝ Would you or would you not recommend using handcuffs to hold Dazai in the Port Mafia's basement? ❞

Calling his name should have been enough to get his attention; but he let the brief flicker of irritation he felt at the finger-snap pass.

❝ Handcuffs might be one measure employed to restrain him. But to think that sufficient on its own would be foolishness of the highest degree. ❞

To hold Dazai, once called the Port Mafia's demon prodigy, understood by none and feared by all? One would have to be deluded to think for a moment that he would let himself be caught and held so easily.

❝ Rather, you should be questioning how and why he fell into our hands to begin with, and how long until he leaves again. That man is crafty beyond the understanding of you or me. You should assume he was prepared to escape from the very start, no matter the level of security used. ❞

[galaxy-0f-muses]

Oda had been trying to decide what to do for Dazai's birthday. In the end, he surprised him with a cake he baked himself while Dazai was at work (because this was his day off) and a new bottle of whiskey.

"Happy Birthday."

Late Birthday Ask

More. . . Food. Curses.

He already had a hard time finishing off Atsushi's breakfast that he had made him via his long lunch that he snacked on throughout the day instead of eating all at once. But once he saw the alcohol, he knew that he could probably down the cake with something like that in his system; Thankfully.

Sitting down at the table,. he put his hands together to hold his chin up with a small smile. This. . . Felt a lot better compared to the attempted chaos at the office earlier that day. "Thanks. . . Odasaku." He thought about it for a moment, before letting out a quiet chuckle. "Wanna share it? I don't think I'd be able to eat the whole thing myself anyway."

[hellshovnd]

-@starsburned (Dazai) wrote:

"was i that obvious?"

It looks like a hunt of character, but in Akutagawa's perspective, anything the man in black says may as well be a double edged sword. Wrists embracing from behind, there's a brief silence as the younger falters in how to answer his new superior. The dynamic is still fresh, like a stray learning how to assimilate to a new home, he too is being instructed in how to blend into the mafia.

They've already made themselves scarce from the meeting point. A highly sensitive job that required further negotiations proved to be a success even if it was all laid quite thick. Akutagawa hates complicated talks, in his opinion, bargains are easier to acquire if life is at stake, but Dazai insisted he kept to himself. So he stayed back, obedient, he was only to act if the code was expressed. In the end, no action was needed but the feeling of an upcoming coup to the mafia headquarters was looming on the horizon.

He can do nothing but be honest.

"Yes." He tries to gauge his mentor's expression, as silence prompts him to continue, he figures that is not the reply the other was seeking.

"...But that was your intention." It's said with growing conviction, as if assembling the answer as it comes to him. "To lure them in."

[frost-eyed-autumn]

@starsburned

Its his day off, but that's not going to stop him from strutting his way into Dazai's office, kicking the door shut behind him and twirling a nice, fresh marker between his fingers.

"Oh Dazaaaiiiiii~"

[kitxkatrp]

@clown-demon Nikozai family portrait

[infinitexmuses-archive]

@kitxkatrp asked: “You’re not eating anything.” Oda to Dazai Anne of Green Gables  {Sentence Starters}

"I'm fineee, really." He let out a sigh, leaning back against his couch. "You don't have to be so focused on that." Perhaps he has been eating a lot less when he was around him lately, but that was partially because he had decided that he didn't mind the lunches Atsushi made him when he had extra groceries. And he'd been feeding him lunch the past few days, really.

There was nothing wrong with this.

[attroxx]

❛ @starsburned said . . . “You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.” ( dazai @ dante ) ❜

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐃. but the blood was coming later than expected and his fangs were itching, claws begging to tear into flesh. unfortunately the guy had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time. straddling the stranger, rosey eyes bore down at him, chest heaving as he tries to gain control over himself. but it'd been damn near impossible. the guy smelled good, really good. he murmurs something about being sorry before unapologetically sinking his teeth into the man's neck. he's as gentle as he can manage, fingers curled around his arms to keep him steady.

cut to now, the other still stained with blood and dante standing there wide eyed like a hurt puppy. red hues glow brighter now that he's had his full. luckily despite being in a haze he managed to heal the stranger from the bite just in time. gaze falters toward the ground, blood still staining his lips and chin. he should clean up and get the hell out of here as quickly as possible. but . . . he can't. he's hurt this human and he must make it up to them. the comment causes dante to wince.

❛ i'm sincerely sorry, i . . . ❜ he bows, hair falling in his eyes to now hide his face. ❛ how can i . . . make it up to you ? if it's at all possible now. ❜

unprompted asks. ― always accepting.

[gemkun]

@theircurse said : ❝ the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet is to tell him you’re going to steal his watch. ❞ ( Dazai ) ↬ 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 ( 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐆𝐎 ) 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 | accepting

      ⸻       ❝    is   that   the   one   lesson   you’ve   managed   to   pick   up   from   all   your   time   in   the   port   mafia   ?   ❞   mild   amusement   layers   itself   among   tones   drenched   in   mockery.   ❝   i   wonder   if   you   could   even   pull   it   off.   sure   ,   it’s   simple   to   understand   the   use   of   redirection   ,   but   to   actually   execute   it   ?   well �� ,   that’s   an   entirely   different   matter.   ❞   he   stirs   the   pot   ,   encouraged   by   his   own   desire   to   shove   q   into   the   spotlight.   urging   the   child   to   transform   the   theoretical   into   reality   with   an   impromptu   showcase.   ❝   why   don’t   you   try   your   little   trick   ?   i'll   even   let   you   choose   the   poor   soul.   ❞   it   occurs   to   him   ,   only   when   he’s   tasked   the   embodiment   of   devastation   ,   what   the   repercussions   might   be.   but   with   how   well   –   behaved   q   has   been   of   late   ,   he   supposes   a   small   treat   won’t   hurt.   give   a   dog   a   bone   ,   so   they   say.   ❝   just   make   sure   to   return   it   after   or   you'll   be   in   big   trouble.   ❞     

[carnivoraformes]

@dcfygraviity asked, “   May I please get a crumb of affection? ” -Fyodor

Shut Up. I Have The Talking Stick || Status: Accepting

A dutiful lover would be more than eager to show someone as captivating and charming as Chuuya more than a 'crumb of affection'. It was almost the pity the man seemed to fall for someone like him.

He didn't see Chuuya as oblivious saint but he also couldn't help but wonder if it was a challenge to him to see just how petty a man that had been called a demon by many and a 'rat bastard' by many more could be.

"Ah, but I am rather busy with my work." That was a lie, it must have been obvious with how two screens had been shut off and nothing on several of the other screens and only one with a rather benign looking email from some poor fool that thought they could try to implant spyware on his computers without him knowing.

[nonhumen]

@chaosbled : “ Whether you soar or fall, darling, I’ll be with you to the very end. ” Chuuya murmured, cupping Dazai’s face in warm, gloves hands as he leaned up to kiss him. His partner. His boss. His best friend. His husband. Gods, he’s so glad he stayed even when he had the chance to go.

he had felt it standing over odasaku's body: the two choices that would change the course of his life forever. it had been a precipice, dazai teetering on the edge of two worlds before he made the choice to step back onto solid ground that he knows. but he also felt it, however fleeting, when another dazai stepped off the edge into the darkness of the unknown. but now, four years later, a life without chuuya seems impossible. a life without his partner, where they are only strangers to each other, is more than dazai can bear.

eyes flutter closed as the boss feels those warm hands against his cool skin. the quality of chuuya's gloves are not lost on him as they gently caress his cheeks with something soft. these hands can kill, can hold the crushing weight of a black hole within them, and yet they treat him like glass. he is like a vase, shattered over and over again and chuuya holds him as such. something broken. something made whole only within these hands.

the kiss is sweet like the desserts chuuya bakes. flowers grow within his ribcage and make his heart full with it. such a thing used to scare him but now dazai willingly opens his chest for the flowerbed of their love. for this is love, isn't it? it must be -- nothing else consumes and kills him and brings him back to life quite like this feeling. this gentleness like a breeze, this ferocity like a typhoon. i love you, he had whispered on their wedding day, because dazai will only find it in his embrace.

" with you, chuuya, i can fly. "