#(Dazais currently wearing his coat!!)

[askchuuyanakahara]

I’m glad you found Yoshiko! :)

Chuuya: "Please, let me treat you to something."

Atsushi: "Ah, well.."

Atsushi: "I forgot how intense this guy can get.."

Atsushi: "I haven't seen Dazai-san at all.."

Chuuya: "Of course he's ditching work, that idiot."

Chuuya: "I don't wanna think about that."

Atsushi: "Mm.. I don't really want to think about it either."

[verlaineszz]

hi!! Can you write a yandere ghost dazai x human fem reader fic?

A/N: of course!! (✦ ‿ ✦) I've been actually meaning to write a ghost dazai but a yandere? Oohhhhh sounds great! :D, thanks for submitting this lovely request of yours anon(≧▽≦)!

YOUR SILHOUETTE A PALE MIST, BURY ME IN YOUR KISS!

ᯓ ⁺₊ ๋࣭ ⭑♡— YANDERE! GHOST! Dazai X HUMAN FEM! Reader!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ SUMMARY: Nearby a forest, there was a 1862 Victorian Mansion that still had strong walls and doors that stood strong against winds and storms. But there was something weird about the home, the past owners of the home were either found dead or moved out for good after just a week.

It was rumoured that it was haunted by a vengeful spirit, but no one dared to banish it or call in a priest.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ☠︎︎— HORROR + ANGST + SUGGESTIVE(?) + FLUFF

A/N: FINALLY A NORMAL REQUEST!! anyway, this fanfic may be abit long but apologies since you never really specified your preference for the fic but I'll try!! :D i haven't written yandere in a year so let's see what i can do. （＾ω＾）

𓂃 ࣪˖ ༒︎— WARNINGS : Blood, Death, Suggestive (?) , cursing, SLIGHT(???) GORE

You were currently moving in the old 1862 Victorian Mansion that was rumored to be haunted, obviously it was sold pretty cheap through the online site and the decor of it was absolutely marvelous, which made you not even care if it was haunted or not.. It was so cheap and so beautiful that how could you not buy it?..

The boxes of your things are already in your home and all you have to do is to unpack. You started unpacking and moving things around.

During your little unpacking session, you were gonna walk up the stairs but notice that there was this portrait shape that was covered with a red cloth that wasn't shown in the pictures online, you put the boxes down and decided to remove the cloth. When you slowly slipped the red cloth off the big portrait, there showed a man wearing a white jabot, blue and gold coat and a soft smile. This made you take a step back and look up and down to analyze the painting, the painting of the ridiculously attractive man.. Weird as hell!

You scoff and turn around to continue unpacking your things, but the second you turned around, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. You ignored the feeling and continue unpacking.

While you were unpacking, dazai— the phantom of the house that is the original owner of the home was watching you, it was new to him.. A female unmarried tenant? This might be his best bet to scare the living shit of you, since he hasn't gotten a female tenant yet.

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The unpacking was done and you were visibly tired, immediately crashing on the red floral patterned couch that was in the living room. The whole place looked old but aesthetically pleasing. There was a fireplace, a grand piano, a grandfather clock, bookshelf and a coffee table with a wood vase of belledonna. You sigu and cross your legs, tilting your headback, this scene wasn't unnoticed by the ghost of dazai osamu. He was watching you with curious intent, he was sure that he'd have you dead or gone in no time since he never liked anybody living in his home. But since you were.. Really pretty.. Why not toy with you for a bit before placing your life in a casket?

During the first night, you were there on the bed in your new room, scrolling on your phone before looking at the time, it was 9:56 pm..you gotta take a shower before going to bed since you had work tomorrow. You stood up and removed your clothing before grabbing a robe and entering the bathroom, you turn the water on and began showering, as you showered, you still felt a creep run down your spine, as if you were being watched.

In dazai point of view, he was staring at your bare face, he smirked and checked you up and down.. Seeing your hips, thighs, waist.. And... He chuckled silently, seeing you showering without a clue that you were being watched, he quickly left and decided to give you some privacy.

After showering, you slid into a thin night gown before laying down on the canopy bed and scrolling on your phone, but as you laid down it felt strangely cold, the windows were closed so how could this be cold? You wondered before the bedside lights started ti flicker, but you quickly dismissed it as old house quirks— "must be some random Victorian magic or something.." you mutter before you continue scrolling on your phone, dazai continued to observe you in the shadows, sometimes moving places from time to time to look like shadows were moving which you unfortunately did not notice.

He pouted as he noticed that you didn't see the subtle appearances he did before planning of a way to get a reaction out of you.

You put down your phone and decided to sleep, it was now 10:23 and you really needed sleep. You stare at the canopy beds ceiling before slowly closing your eyes, your chest rising up and down slowly, a sight that dazai found warm. He stared at you with a grin as the moonlight through the window shined upon your body.

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When you woke up, you felt like a hand was playing with you hair.. You immediately sat up straight and looked around, feeling spooked before taking a deep breath and getting out of bed to get ready to go to work then meet up with your boyfriend.

Whem you left, dazai stayed there, thinking about how to scare you even more, so when you left, he rearranged some of the stuff in yours house, small mischievous giggles came out of his mouth while doing so.

A few hours later.. The second you arrive back home and bring in your boyfriend, dazais expression from afar turned im disgust, obviously he didn't like other men in his house, especially when the man was with you when he just got a pretty lady in his humble abode!

your boyfriend wasn't really the most supportive person in the world or nicest.. He was just there, you didn't even know how you and him managed to get together when the whole relationship only felt one sided.

"This place looks.. Err.. Old.. You like this shit?" your boyfriend asked with a unimpressed look.

This left dazai pissed since he wasn't only in his house and taking you away from him but he was also insulting your choice in houses..

You and your boyfriend walked up the stairs to your room for some alone time, he sat there on your bed in a reckless way, he just laid there like he owned the place. He scrolled on his phone as you sit beside him on the right side of the bed and hug his arm, your boyfriend clearly couldn't care less which made dazai grumble silently in the corner of darkness.

You and your boyfriend were.. "cuddling" on your bed as he scrolled on his phone, probably lookin at other women before dazai got fed up and whispered something in his left ear to scare him— "get out, you scum."

Your boyfriends eyes widens a little, looking at you with a pretty annoyed look, "did you just call me something?.." he looked at you, visibly pissed, pushing your arm away from him. "What?? I didn't?" you replied back with an innocent look, dazai watched the scene, not wanting to resort to something else to not scare you away from him, he looks at your innocent face, though he can see you, both of you amd your boyfriend couldn’t see him.

"yeah right." your boyfriend scoffed, moving you away from him before he continue scrolling back on his phone, dazai clearly picked up that your boyfriend did not get the memo.

A few minutes later, your boyfriend stands up, eyes glued to his phone— "im gonna go find the bathroom."

When he found the bathroom, he did his business and started to wash his hands, The bathroom had a bathtub with gold stands, a small chandelier, a mirror, a silver faucet and a white and gold marbled sink, on the sink was some soap and a razors. The lights started suddenly flickering, your boyfriend scoffed in Annoyance. "why the hell did that bitch buy such a shabby old house..?!" he muttered while washing his hands before met with a cold feeling behind him, he ignored the feeling but it was obviously lingering. His eyes were just on his hands as he washed and washed and washed, he kept coating his hands with soap as he continue rubbing violently, the lights started flickering more frantically. "fuck"

A whisper was heard from behind your boyfriends back, "off", your boyfriend gulps as he washed his hands more violently, he couldn't move. He couldn't look up. He didn't wanna look at the mirror infront of him to see what was behind. "scum."

Your boyfriends eyes widens as he started to shake, he felt a hand wrap around his throat tightly, he looked up and saw nothing behind him but he felt something wrapped around his neck that was choking him. He coughed and coughed but when he looked down back to the running water and his hands, his hands were bleeding. Most of his hands skin was torn off, he looked at what he was holding and it was the blades. He hasn't been washing his hands the whole time.. He was getting cut.

He immediately sprinted out the bathroom, leaving the water and light on. You heard the opening of door bang againts the wall, you stood up from your bed and looked outside your room, by the time you went ouside your room, you saw your boyfriend sprint out of your house. "Hey! Wait! Where are you going!!" you yelled with a concerned tone, but when you yelled it, he was already gone. Your eyebrows furrowed in disappointment, your shoulders slumped, not understanding why he just left all of the sudden.

Dazai on the other hand was overjoyed. He even turned the sink and lights off for you to not waste water and electricity. Ah.. Only if you knew what he did.. He just saved you from your little toxic relationship, he really wanted to hear your voice praise him.

The day after that, you tried texting your boyfriend to only be met with blocked profiles and one messags, "we're done."

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The haunting within your home escalates, multiple of your things was dissappearing or either misplaced somewhere.. There were nights where you'd be on your phone scrolling while comfortably laid down on your bed where you could hear whispers. It was either your name or threats— "Get out." - "[Your name], [Your name]"

It was a smooth deep voice that whispered subtly in your ear that gave you chills running down your spine, this honestly frightened you but you already paid full and moved all your stuff in so there was no way a little ghost or hallucination was gonna make you move out! Especially since this might've been the reasom why your son of a bitch boyfriend broke up with you, so.. why not keep the house?

The more you didn't budge through dazais antics, the more you pique dazais interest and attraction. You laid there on your bed, scrolling through your phone as you felt the vacant part of your bed get cold. You sigh— "does it always get cold whenever im not around?.." you mutter, still quite sad from the newly break up text before going back on your phone, suddenly one of your coats that was hung on the coat hanger on the side of room fell, you sigh in Annoyance and stood up, putting it back before you were met with a hand caressing your waist, "eek!" you squeeled before turning around to be met with.. Nothing.

You immediately ran back to your bed, hiding under the covers and forcing yourself to sleep, you stayed under the blankets, eye open and thinking about the situation. You're very sure now that it wasn't hallucinations and there really was something in your home, but the hand.. It felt human. It was cold but soft and gentle, not like the hands of your ex boyfriend.. You thought about more of the relationship between you and your boyfriend and realize that he never actually exchanged touches with you.. You were the one always handing it out but he never gave it back, this made your stomach hurl and you slowly slipped the blanket off of your upper body for air.. You stared at the canopy beds ceiling and tears left your eyes, "that bastard.." you mutter as you cried, you suddenly covered your face with your hands and groaned, turning to your side and cried in anger and sorrows.

The same gentle hands were on your waist, the hands that caressed you with deep devotion that you've never experienced before.. This is what you craved for.. You turn around and see nothing, you look around and you sit up, the room was dimly lit by the moonlight, casting a silvery glow over the old furniture. You wipe your tears before hearing a deep suave voice— "Don't cry now, bella.. Don't let tears stain your pretty face."

You feel your breath bunch up in your throat, "who are you?.." you mutter, trying to hide your fear.

"mm.. Nobody." dazai replies back, his voice was everywhere.. You couldn't tell where it was coming from.. If it was from left, right, front or from behind, the non visible hand on your waist slowly went down, giving a small squeeze to your hips before you woke up.

The sun was raised high as you looked at your window, you sit up and rub your eyes.. Was it all just a dream? Why did it felt so real? And why did you crave more of those little touches?..

The little touches that dazai gave you was subtle but full of devotion, he didn't even know that he would become so intrigued by you this quickly that he wanted to watch your every single move. He looked at you staring at nothing, perhaps you were in deep thought in his eyes..

He loved the way your lips would turn into a smile, he loved how your brows would furrow, he loved the way you breathed, the way you talked, the way you move, it was all fascinating to him.. He has been alone and lonely in the Victorian Mansion without any suitors..and you were visibly his type.

You started off you day with breakfast then taking a shower, you take off your clothes and looked at the mirror before hanging your towel, just when you were gonna turn around, you see a figure with brunette hair with their elbow on the sink edge and resting their face against their palm in a flash, you look back but nothing was there. You shrugged it off and continue to take a shower.

After showering and getting ready, you researched about the mansion and learned that there was an earl who used to own it but unfortunately died due to a murder, his name was dazai osamu, he was known to be popular amongst the ladies back in the 1860's before he died in 1872. You checked the pictures of him and it was exactly like the portrait by the stairs..

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Every single night became intimate, you always saw him in your dreams and you always felt like you were getting watched.. Which turned invasive, dazai just wanted every part of you.

Night after night, he always gave you touch without showing hisself, but you already knew what he looked like through the painting.. But what made you feel guilty was that you couldn't touch him back, though his touches were random at night, it still gave you chills.

You lay calmly on your bed, you stare at the canopy beds ceiling as the nonvisible hand moves the hair out of your face, this was weird.. And you knew you needed to end it some way somehow.

Dazais feelings of making you stray away or die were now completely gone, he just wanted you by his side. He wanted you to be his.

You move to your side and look up, only to be met with a young man with brunette hair, brown eyes and a gentle smile. Your eyes widens and you look at him, was this really him?.. He grins and he caresses your cheek, "Do you enjoy my company, bella?" he asked in a soft suave tone, your eyes quickly relaxes as you slightly blush— "i guess so."

RING! RING! RING! Aw.. It was your stupid alarm, you open your eyes and look to the side to be met with nothing.. This was the first time you genuinely saw his face up close in real life.. You sigh and get ready for your day to go back to work.

You get ready and go down the stairs, trying to find your keys.

Dazai on the other hand, was holding your keys, he didn't want you Going anywhere. You looked and looked and looked.. But to no avail, nothing. Your workplace was pretty far and since you were near the woods, little to no cabs were around so you decided to call in sick. You began undressing, removing your work clothes and slipping into something more comfortable...

Dazais plans were to stop you from leaving the house in every single possible way. Night falls dark and the moon had risen up, leaving a pale glow outside, you were currently trying to think of what houses would be possible to stay in to finally escape the ghost who played games with you but as you were thinking on your bed, you went on your laptop and you scrolled on homes that were available, while you were scrolling, the laptop immediately closed as a hand wrapped around your waist, feeling a cold aura behind you. "what were you looking at bella?" he rests his chin on your shoulder, you sat there frozen before turning to him and being met with his pretty face.. His pale skin and brunette hair was a criminal combination, his face was so close to yours as he hugged you tightly from behind.

"..." you couldn't muster up a sentence.. "You aren't thinking about leaving me.. Are you [Your name]?.." he looked at you with pretty eyes.

"i.. Was just looking at houses." you replied back with a half life half truth statement. Dazai clinged onto you, it felt oddly comforting.. "You know im just here to protect you, Right? I'll treat you waaay better than that little ex of yours, my dear." he whispered in your ear in a possesive tone, blush crept up to your cheeks as he held you tightly, you looked at him and his gaze fell onto your lips, he examined your pretty face, though he was dead, he felt oddly giddy because he gets to hold you while your pretty face was close to his.

"You'll stay with me, got it? You're mine and no one else's."

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Dazais desire to be with you turned insanely strong, so strong that be believed in something obsessive, every day he'd find ways to try and painlessly take your life without even realizing it, you already knew. You walked around the halls in your home knowing that at any second, the ghost who haunted you could come and just swoop you, you were confused why he wanted to kill you? You thought he loved you.. So why did he want to kill you?

You decided to confront him about it. As soon as it hit nightfall, you laid down on your bed and waited for his presence to immerge since his energy was stronger during night, as you feel his soft cold hands touch you waist, you grab his hand and turn to him, "What the hell have you been trying to do..!?" you ask in an angered confused tone.

He looks at you with slightly wide eyes before reverting back to normal, "oh whatever do you mean bella?" he tried to play it off.

"Why have you been trying to kill me!?"

"... I love you okay? I'm doing all of this for you." he said sternly, holding your hand softly and kissing peppering it with kisses.

Eventually the two of you broke out into a fight, though he tried to explain hisself, he really didn't wanna fight you. He just wanted you to understand that all he has done was for you. And he wanted for you to understand.

He gripping onto your waist, burying his face on the nape of your neck, his expression soft but disappointed..

"you really dont understand, don't you? I love you. And i'll do anything just to have you as mine."

His tone was low but it gave a hint of obsession.

"Please. Just dont go.. I- i can't keep being alone in this place. You're all i have." he muttered, his voice slightly whiny but full of sorrows as he held you tighter.

You felt awful, he loved you like no other and treated you better than anyone of your exes, though he was dead, he would love to kiss your lips again and again.

He held onto you tightly as you kept quiet, sighing before replying back— "If you keep this up, I'll move out. I'm serious."

Dazais eyes widens and the words that left your lips broke him since his body was buried under his house, his soul couldn't leave the mansion whatsoever, "Please! I can't lose you. Not now, not ever! Please! Give me a chance!" he gripped onto your clothing, "i love you more than my own existence, you're the only thing keeping me feel alive again and sane in this place, this place feels like an asylum! Don't.. Go." his voice cracked as he pleaded for you, tears was already beaded on his tear ducts, he didn't want you to go, he felt lost like some puppy, he just wanted you to stay with him, eternally.

He was so obsessed that he wanted to bind your soul with his so you could be his, together and forever in the afterlife.

A/N: originally, i was planning to make dazai kill reader but today i wanted to leave a cliffhanger. Thank you for reading and i really enjoyed this request!! :D I'll try to get into more yandere themes so i could do better in the future, thanks again anon for this lovely request of yours （＾ω＾）

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[sabh0]

"If you want me to talk solely about the manga vs anime skk"

I do, actually.

Please.

Pretty please with a cherry on top.

PART 1.

Aight!! I will be just pointing out some differences/stuff that was deleted from the anime.

Under the cut

THE DUNGEON SCENE:

-When they first meet again in the manga, they throw some silly jokes at each other (like Dazai asking Chuuya if he's hiding a bald spot. And Chuuya just taking his hat off to show him he's, in fact, not balding)

-In the manga when Chuuya calls Dazai the youngest mafia executive, in his mind Dazai is wearing his ADA clothes but keeps the black coat and the bandaged eye. I think it's a very silly detail

-In the anime, in anger Chuuya actually cuts Dazai's cheek with his knife. In the manga, the moment he starts getting angry he jumps away from Dazai and then throws the knife to the floor, not touching him at all

-Manga Chuuya falls to his knees (basically standing on all 4s), having a lil crisis after realizing Dazai only stayed in the dunegon to meet him. He gets up in a while, just to yet again squat on the floor after Dazai yapps more

-Obviously the pigeon-stand scene: in the manga Dazai is laughing to tears at this, while in the anime he stays silent. (Tho i must say i find it funny that Chuuya gets angry over Dazai not laughing,, like he tried so hard and this guy just :| him)

LOVECRAFT FIGHT:

-This is not about skk but lord yall know that panel where Chuuya ie standing on all these Guild ppl being all like im gonna beat ur ass next. He's just standing normally on the floor in the anime. Aughhhhh this panel is so good aughhhh. Ok anyway back to skk

-When Dazai nullifies John's ability, in the anime Chuuya just kicks Steinbeck from behind. In the manga, skk perform that silly move where Chuuya jumps from behind Dazai. It just shows how even after 4 years of not working with each other, they instantly work together as well as before

-Skk arguing about who's walking next to who like some preschoolers ('dont walk next to me' 'its you who's standing next to me' typa thing) then deciding that they're gonna stay at least 2 metres away from each other

-The manga clearly shows Chuuya's expression when he's talking about 'being happy when Dazai left'. He definitely doesn't look very happy. (In the anime we just get some background drawings)

-Manga Chuuya's lil blush when Dazai compliments his taste in shoes 😭😭

-When Dazai asks for Chuuya's knife, in the manga Chuuya just goes 'oh sure lemme find it' and is actually ready to give him the knife. In the anime? Chuuya doesn't search for the knife, instead he just gets annoyed

-Anime deleted the scene where Dazai talks to Chuuya about recording Kunikida while he was cursed with Q's ability. Chuuya going bruh he also annoys ppl in the agency

-those two idiots calling each other stupid nicknames for half of a page

-Chuuya mentioning keeping a track of women Dazai made cry and threatening him with sending them Dazai's address????

-Dazai telling Chuuya that his intelligence will be consumed by his hat (im currently looking at my polish version of the manga so the translation may be a bit off but anyway)

-Before activating Corruption, they yet again call each other a bunch of stupid nicknames (ahah consider this a silly form of goodbye if anything happens)

-Remember my post about Dazai keeping his eyes on Chuuya at all times during Corruption in the manga? In the anime he looks either at John or at Lovecraft, no puppy eyed loser

-Just a mention that in the manga we see Chuuya sleeping while he's sitting, he doesn't flop passed out to the ground (until later)

Well i will stop there for now bc it's past midnight and umm this is gonna be long af if i continue with the rest so,, i will add the differences in the next skk interactions tomorrow or something muah

[kaurwreck]

Is now a good time to talk about how Dazai and Chuuya parallel each other's clothes and that Chuuya arriving at Mersault in a plain white t-shirt matches Dazai's plain white prison drip.

Exhibit A

They both wear slacks, suit vests, long coats, and button-up shirts with the collars undone. They both cuff their sleeves at 3/4 length. Chuuya's choker, which he began wearing after joining the Port Mafia, mirrors Dazai's neck bandages. His harness, which he did not wear when they were in the Port Mafia together as far as Fifteen, Storm Bringer, and Dead Apple imply, mirrors the bolo tie Dazai began wearing after he left the Port Mafia.

Exhibit B

Their current looks are more subtle, Chuuya is too ra ra fashion baby for Meursault, but Dazai doesn't have his bolo tie, and Chuuya has accordingly ditched his harness. Chuuya wears a plain white t-shirt, mirroring Dazai's plain white. Dazai still has his neck bandages, Chuuya still has his choker. Dazai tries to cuff his sleeves in prison (although in the manga, he wears them long), but they still rest longer than his usual preference. Chuuya similarly sports longer sleeves than usual, also stopping short of his wrists. Importantly, Chuuya still wears lots of Port Mafia black to foil Dazai's Agency white/khaki/pale.

(Harukawa talks about contrasting the Port Mafia's black scheme to the Agency's plainer neutrals here).

It's not that they match perfectly because they don't. They each have distinct styles, reflective of their distinct personalities and where they thrive best (Chuuya in the dark, Dazai in the light). But they parallel and complement one another, even years later, even in separate organizations. Moreover, Chuuya keeps pace with Dazai, changing his outfits with Dazai's as they grow together (even when apart).

Anyway,,,,

[violentdelights-violentendss]

you couldn't keep me off for long 🤺🤺

how about the same three (dazai aku and fedya) but with a reader that runs super cold ?? i love this idea for no reason because dazai would tease, akutagawa would just be funny because haha sickly victorian children, and fedya has fuckign anemia so ofc he's cold 24/7 as well. ur writing style is also delectable i would like to eat it tysm

(me when i read ur things)

OMG I LOVE THIS! (Bro thank you sm i seriously feel like my writing style is shit but I love you…and please never fend off)

to the anon requested the bsd men and cold fic it is underway, I currently have written half of it…the ones with all BSD men take longer to write 😞😞

off I go to writing this ✨✨

BSD Men With a Reader That Runs Cold

In this post: 💃 Osamu Dazai, Ryonosuke Akutagawa, Fyodor Dostoyevsky💃

Pairing: Fem!reader/BSDMen

Synopsis: BSDMen and a gf that runs cold.

Osamu Dazai

Dazai is a man that burns with joy and passion in his everyday life. Consequently, his body temperature almost always runs high. And as the saying goes, opposites attract: you’re almost always cold, and Dazai, the man of your life, seems to have fire licking his skin constantly. He eagerly appoints himself to be your personal furnace, wrapping you in his arms when you shiver, and lending you his coat without you even having to utter a word. But his gestures come with a small price. Your boyfriend always teases you, his cat-like eyes smiling fondly as you glare at him, bundled in a mountain of covers and still needing his body heat. Dazai’s favorite joke is to propose sex as a way to warm you up. No matter how much he teases, however, he will always be ready to rescue you from the freezing cold that claws at your skin, enjoying the time he gets to spend holding you close to his heart.

You walked through the streets of Yokohama, shivering like you were experiencing your own magnitude level 5 earthquake. You were bundled up in a large coat, a scarf and gloves, even a small hat adoring your adorable face, and yet, you were still shivering so hard your teeth chattered.

Your boyfriend, Dazai, was walking leisurely in front of you, wearing only his usual trench coat, seemingly unaffected by the cold that held you tightly in its claws.

“D-Dazai!” You called, feeling as if you couldn’t take another step without shattering into a myriad of tiny ice shards.

“Yes, my belladonna?”

“M’ cold…”

Dazai sauntered over to you, leaning down to peck your nose. “Such a rare occasion, isn’t it, Bella?” He cooed mockingly, caressing your lips with his thumb.

You swatted his hand away, whining. “Stop teasing. I need solutions, not problems.”

“Okay, I have a great solution.” Dazai declared, looking in your eyes very seriously. You nodded, listening, blowing some warm air on your freezing hands, which still felt on the verge or falling off, even with your gloves on. Dazai’s hands took yours in his, warming them up with his own personal heat. “We go back there, and I fuck you so good — ”

“DAZAI!” You shouted, afraid someone could hear you. You rapidly checked around the both of you, terrified that a little kid might have been lurking in a corner. Returning to look at your boyfriend, you found him doubled over, laughing.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” He said, a hint of laugh still dancing in his tone. “Come here,” he said, opening his trench coat. You slid inside, instantly feeling warmer. Dazai closed the coat around you, holding you tightly against him, feeling a little proud when you stopped shivering. “When we get home, l’ll make you some warm tea.” He promised, already seeing your apartment complex in the near distance.

“And then we cuddle on the couch.” You said, starting feel your ears again.

“And then we make out on the couch, yes.”

“DAZAI!”

Your joyful boyfriend started laughing, and you soon joined, your laughter intertwining into a beautiful melody, as you two walked home. Throughout the walk home, Dazai made sure you were completely covered by his coat, a perfect bundle of warmth. He promised himself he would always be there to hug you till you weren’t shivering anymore.

Ryonosuke Akutagawa

Akutagawa was a normal person, who never felt too hot or too cold. When you burst into his life, all joy and laughter, he had to get used to you, and all your wonderfully eccentric behavior. But the one thing he struggled most with, was your abnormally low body temperature. Whenever you told him you were cold, he would stare at the various layers of clothes you were wearing, as well as the winter coat you had thrown over your shoulders. Akutagawa just…couldn’t understand you. He didn’t try to be mean or anything, his mind just couldn’t make sense of it. Akutagawa soon realized that his body heat helped the perennial cold that seemingly nestled, like a frozen rose, in your heart. Whenever you would be shivering at night, Akutagawa would tentatively wrap you in his arms, and warm you with his body heat. He would crank the heat up in your apartment, despite your protests about the price (he had enough money to spend). Soon, you feeling cold became another quirky aspect of your relationship, and also gave Akutagawa the opportunity to always keep you in his arms without explicitly voicing his desire to do so, which suited your touch-starved boyfriend perfectly fine.

You were at the Port Mafia’s annual Christmas Party: an event that lasted all night long, in one of the many ballrooms owned by the criminal organization. The floors were made of polished wood, and the ceilings were decorated with wonderful paintings, and delicate flowers engraved in the dark wooden beams that supported the high ceilings. The moonlight filtered in through the mosaic windows, coloring the partygoers in different shades.

You were sitting at a table, a glass of glittering champagne in your hand. You were wearing a black slip dress Akutagawa had gifted you. It adorned your body perfectly, a slit exposing your right leg. You looked gorgeous, and Akutagawa stared at you for a good 5 minutes without being able to say anything when you had come out of the bathroom, finding you the epitome of beauty.

The night had been fun: you had successfully dragged Akutagawa to waltz with you, holding you close. You could feel Akutagawa’s heart beat against your chest, a small smile twinkling on his lips. The moment had abruptly ended when Mori had called Akutagawa to raise a toast to the Port Mafia with the rest of the high executives.

You, being a low-level Port Mafia member, had given him a kiss to send him off, and had gone back to sit at your designated table. All the dancing had made you sweat, and now the droplets were cooling on your skin, making you already colder than you always were. You had decided to sip on your champagne to warm yourself up, but your exposed arms were not helping. You had started shivering, setting the flute back down on the table, and wrapping your arms around yourself to try and create a little heat.

“Are you feeling cold, (Y/N)?” Akutagawa asked, dragging a chair to join you. You nodded, sheepishly. Akutagawa glanced at you for a few seconds, his eyes zeroing on your shivering shoulders. He exhaled, not believing he was about to do this.

Slowly, Akutagawa removed his coat, an item of clothing that was seemingly fused to his body: he rarely took it off, and only in the comfort of your home, where he knew the both of you were safe from any danger.

You watched him in utter disbelief as he draped it around your shoulders: it was the greatest act of trust Akutagawa could ever commit towards you.

Seemingly not having moved you to tears enough, he scooted closer with his chair, wrapping you in his arms and holding you tightly against him, trying to transfer some body heat.

Akutagawa was known for not liking any form of PDA. You knew. He knew. The whole Port Mafia knew, which explained the shocked glance Chuuya threw your way.

But honestly, you didn’t care, and nuzzled your face in Akutagawa’s chest, glimmering tears sliding down your cheeks and ruining your makeup: Akutagawa always found proclaiming his love to you to be extremely difficult, but clumsily, through his actions, he always found a way to tell you how much you meant to him.

Your boyfriend felt your shoulders shake, and mistook you to be still freezing. He held you even closer, until he noticed the wetness on his chest, harshly pulling you away from him to check on you. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” His panicked tone made you laugh through the tears.

“You’re just perfect, you know.” You whispered, bringing his hands to your mouth, leaving a red lipstick mark on his knuckles. “I couldn’t have gotten luckier.”

Now it was Akutagawa’s turn to feel his heart melt, his eyes suddenly watering. He coughed, looking away, trying to maintain his cold persona.

“Akutagawa, it’s our song!” You squealed, suddenly hearing the melody play. “Let’s go dance!” You excitedly grabbed his hand, almost dragging him to the middle of the dance floor, his coat still around your shoulders.

Akutagawa almost protested, but the smile that was engraved in your eyes the minute you started swaying in his arms was a force too strong for him to resist. You two ended the night in each others arms, singing the song’s romantic lyrics to one another, the mosaic windows coloring each part of your faces with a different color.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Listen, Fyodor is anemic, he’s always cold. Russia’s harsh winters must have infected his body, because this evil mastermind is always shivering. And when the two of you got together, and you told him you were a person that generally ran cold, Fyodor smiled, saying he was the same. The two of you share the same struggles on a daily basis, and try to rely on one another for warmth, but with little to no results. The heat in your apartment is always cranked so high that Nikolai directly comes in shorts whenever has to come over. Whenever you two sleep, you have at least 5 covers and huddle in each other’s arms. Whenever you whine that you’re cold, Fyodor does hug you, but you both know it won’t be enough, so he throws a cover on both of you, and only then can you two start to warm up. A warm tea, or a warm milk, are mandatory every night, and you have a multitude of hot water bottles stashed in the kitchen. You use one almost every night. Still, even if Fyodor knows that hugging you won’t change much, he secretly adores sleeping with you in his arms, because the love that you so clearly feel for him is enough to warms his heart.

“Fyodor, I’m still cold,” you whimpered, trying to huddle in his arms. The two of you had been cuddling in bed for thirty minutes, bundled underneath an avalanche of covers and duvets, each of you holding a warm water bottle. Fyodor was feeling…okay. Not warm, exactly but not as freezing as you were. You must have been tired: you usually felt colder when you were tired. Fyodor tried his best to rub his arms against yours, but to no avail.

“I can tell, myshka…you’re shivering,” he cooed, trying to tuck the covers around you. But nothing seemed to be working that night. Fyodor leaned back, trying to figure something out, his already fast mind moving at inhumane speed. “What if I draw us a warm bath?” He asked, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.

Your eyes shot open, a glimmer of hope in your smile. “Yes…please,” you scooted out of his embrace, watching as your boyfriend braved the cold, sliding out of the sheets. You instantly felt colder, now that he was gone. You hugged his hot water battle as well, watching as his tall form slid inside the bathroom. You heard the water running. The harsh sound of water on marble soon changing to water sloshing on water.

You waited impatiently, jumping out of the bed when you heard his sweet voice calling you. You ran to the bathroom, trying to avoid the cold’s claws that reached for you. You almost threw yourself in the bathroom, closing the door behind you to not let the heat from the heater make its escape.

Fyodor looked at you lovingly, helping you slide your clothes off. You didn’t wait for Fyodor, almost throwing yourself inside the large bathtub. You instantly felt the cold hidden in your limbs wither and die, finally feeling at peace. The water sloshed around you as Fyodor joined you in the tub, his pale skin almost taking a pearl-like shade in the dim lights.

You happily swam towards him, falling into his arms. Fyodor welcomed you with a small smile, glad to see your cheeks flushed with heat for once. “We should do this more often,” you thought out loud, playing with your boyfriend’s hands.

“Noted, milaya.” He purred, feeling a drowsy sense of relaxation spreading throughout his body. “This sure is peaceful,” he murmured, sinking further in the bathtub, eyeing your naked body underneath the trembling surface of the water.

“Stop,” you laughed, noticing his gaze, swimming away from him and flicking some water in his face with your foot. Fyodor moved uncharacteristically face, grabbing your ankle and tugging you toward him, and pressing a kiss to your soft skin. You giggled shyly, hiding underneath the water.

Fyodor dunked his head underneath the water, meeting your eyes. You smiled at him, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, dragging you against him. He pulled both of you out of the water, watching as it cascade down both of your bodies. You laughed merrily; Fyodor laid his head on your chest, closing his eyes and humming quietly. You caressed his head, diving back in the water when you felt a sudden chill caress your spine.

You kissed Fyodor lazily, watching with half-lidded eyes as he opened the tap to let more scalding water fill the tub around you.

You two cuddled in the warm water for hours, sometimes kissing, sometimes just laying in each others arms.

You were falling in and out of consciousness, and barely noticed Fyodor lifting you out of the now lukewarm water, drying you and slipping your pjs on you. He then carried you to bed, tucking the both of you in, carefully. You snuggled against his chest, and peacefully fell asleep, finally warm, Fyodor’s hand held tightly in yours.

[cossiedxll]

"i love you, it's ruining my life."

| being bailed out by your ex is sure to bring back lingering feelings, no?

| dazai osamu x reader

˓ ꒱ notes and disclaimers: pm!reader and ada!dazai. dazai is reader's ex lover from the port mafia. gn reader. reader and dazai are both in their 20s. incorrect jail description. not proof read, apologies for any grammatical mistakes! might be incredibly ooc and might contain wrong information about the port mafia, apologies for both.

˓ ꒱ authors notes: in light of taylor swift's new album coming out, i'm trying my hand at writing for dazai!! i'm bad at writing angst so please bare with me. :(

the cold metal confinements are tight around wrists, the officers must've cuffed you a tiny bit too tightly you think. the blank grey walls of your prison are as uninspiring as your thoughts, you can't even find it in yourself to even try to escape from jail. to the majority of the members in the Port Mafia, crime was almost always a guarantee during missions. treading the lines of the law was a common thing, most missions included breaking those precious regulations. it was almost like the law had just become mere suggestions, guidance that you could choose to follow or not.

and sadly for you, the hands of the law had finally caught up with you this time, confining you into a bland concrete box. you were currently sitting on the bed that came with every little cell. not even sitting on it was comfortable, much less laying down on it. despite how uncomfortable the bed was, it would be quiet a pathetic sight for a Port Mafia executive to be sitting on the floor and just staring at the wall so you decided against it.

normally whenever you were unlucky enough to have been caught by the law, someone from the Port Mafia would bail you out, namely Mori or maybe some other executive. you weren't too surprised when an officer informed you that you had been bailed out, preparing your usual apology and to listen through a few lectures from whoever bailed you out on to be more careful during missions.

you're escorted out of your little concrete box, you wonder if the officer is going to remove the hand cuffs around your wrists. you follow the officer down the prison hallway, thankful to not be sitting on that god awful bed that you could've sworn was just a rock with a blanket draped over it. you're expecting to be met with a very displeased boss, preparing your apology for your clumsiness in being caught when.. you don't see him at all. in fact, you see someone you thought you'd never see again.

he looks.. different. he's grown taller, you're sure of it. he's been ridden of his usual black trench coat you always saw him in, his right eye and cheek no longer being covered by the fabric of gauze. instead, he's wearing a tan trench coat now, a bolo tie replacing his usual tie when he was in the Port Mafia. his hair messy and curly, not that it was ever neat, god no. you stare at the absence of bandages around his right eye and cheek, revealing his complete face and you can't help but mentally kick yourself for staring a little longer than necessary.

and suddenly, you become hyper aware of the sinking feeling in your stomach. it makes you sick to look at him, sick that your brain subconsciously forces you to relive your shared memories together. you avert your gaze down to the grey grounds of the prison lobby, unable to meet his gaze without glaring bitterly at him. your ex had apparently bailed you out of jail. your ex boyfriend from years ago when you both were in the Port Mafia. a cocky little smirk adorned his features, maybe he hasn't changed that much in some ways.

you find it in yourself to look up at him, emotions brewing behind your eyes. anger, confusion.. mostly anger, and yet you find it in your heart to feel relief at that fact that he's alright. that's he's not harmed. he had up and left without a word, not even a goodbye to you. you worried for him days on end, calling and texting but to no avail which ended up in you just calling it a breakup, calling him your ex boyfriend. despite the relief, it's minuscule in terms of your anger towards the man you once loved. you glare at him, glare at his stupid cocky smirk and how he seems like he doesn't even care about the history between you two. it's like nothing ever happened between the both of you.

"you're the one who bailed me out? what is this, some sick game you've decided to play?" you scoff at him, there was no way he just.. decided to bail out a Port Mafia executive out of the goodness of his heart, no.. no no no. that couldn't be true. "shame, not even a thank you?" you roll your eyes at his feigned sigh of disappointment. an officer releases your wrists from the metal confinements, red mark were already formed on your wrist. you bring your hands to your wrists, trying to soothe your irritated skin from how tight the hand cuffs were. you don't realise the look in his eyes, the slight change in his expression when he noticed the marks on your wrists. he doesn't like seeing you hurt, he absolutely hates seeing you in pain even if it's a mere scratch or.. in this situation, marks from a police officer's hand cuffs.

"come on now, the least you could do is thank me." he says with another cocky smile, you wish you could just slap it off his face but something tells you that he wouldn't exactly be ecstatic with you slapping his face in a police station.

"what do you want?" you snapped, not in any mood to be dealing with his teasing words accompanied by his usual shit-eating grin. he couldn't have bailed you out for fun, or for some sentimental reason. he wanted something, there was also a price when it came to him. "ah, how harsh! you're breaking my heart here.." the asshole has the gull to even jokingly suggest something like that.

"nothing much, really. just thought i'd help out an old friend." he hums, and you don't know if his words only spark a new flame of anger inside of you or if it wrenches your heart. the fact that he would consider you an "old friend", when you were his literal partner when you both were teenagers.

"an old friend? be a man you asshole, own up to who you broke up with." he doesn't answer, as expected. you're not sure whether you'd even prefer a response from him or just silence.

"let's talk, hm? maybe somewhere else?" he suggests after some time, calmly putting his hands into the pockets of his tan coat. you notice the slight change in expression in his face, you've spent years trying to practically decode this man and it only added to his amusement when you both were teenagers. now, you're thankful you took the time to observe him. you don't know exactly what he wants to talk about but, you know it's something serious.

"fine." you begrudgingly agree to him, sighing as you notice him leaving without another word and you know that's your queue to follow him. you don't know what you were expecting from the bandaged man, but he leads you to a little café. you raise an eyebrow at him when you two reach the front door, not exactly expecting him to take you to a cute little café that sells pastries and drinks. he meets your suspicions gaze with an innocent smile, urging you to step inside before him. what a gentleman. you step inside the humble establishment, greeted with a friendly smile by the cashier before settling into a seat near the back. he sits opposite you, it's almost as if he's treating this like you're his friend and you both are just going for lunch.

"so? you never answered my question." you reminded him, crossing your arms as you lean back on the plush backing of the seats. "what do you want, dazai." it hurts him the way you say his name, his surname. you never did that when you both were together, he liked being addressed as 'osamu' or 'samu' by you, it feels like salt being rubbed into the wound when you call him by his surname.

"oh? i'm deciding whether to get the latte or..." he trails off, noticing the most unamused expression ever on your face. he chuckles at the sight, shaking his head. "i'm only joking." he hums, stopping his little act at looking at the menu on the table. "i.. wanted to see how you were doing, is all." he shrugs, not really having a good explanation for bringing you to this cafe or hell, even bailing you out of jail. "i mean no harm by doing any of this, truly." he adds on before you get to question him, knowing what you were just about to ask him.

did he really mean that? that he wanted to just.. talk? you don't know what you should reply with, as a Port Mafia executive you should've killed him by now for being a traitor, but as his ex.. you're not sure what to feel. truthfully, sure you were pissed off at him for leaving without a word but you just couldn't find it in yourself to hate the man.

"fine, one hour."

"oh come on, two?" he pouts childishly, a sight you hadn't seen for awhile.

"one hour and a half. make it quick." you relent once again, it seemed like he still had the ability to make you soften up to him.

and so with that, you two proceed to awkwardly choose out your drinks for the time being while at the café and try your hands at small talk. it was.. incredibly awkward between the both of you, undoubtedly it was a little weird to even talk about work since well.. him being a Detective at the ADA and with you being a Port Mafia executive, what was there to talk about? it's weird to be so stiff with someone you used to be so comfortable with, you used to be able to talk about anything when you were younger but now it's just.. not the same.

while you two were talking, your phone screen lit up. some message from another Port Mafia member came up, said something about it being urgent. "i.. have to go, it's important." you looked up from your phone to face him, rolling your eyes at the tiny little pout that graced his lips. "a shame, maybe next time?" he suggests, hoping to have another time to talk with you again. you get the feel he misses you dearly.

"maybe." you shrug, standing up from your seat. you slid a napkin over to him, pointing to the corner of your mouth to signal to him that he had something on his. he mutters a small 'thank you', a tiny bit embarrassed that he might indeed have something on the corner of his mouth. as you leave, he uses his phone to check his appearance and.. there wasn't anything there? he thinks it might just be a silly little prank on your end to tease him after so long, he mindlessly flips the napkin in his hands as he puts his phone down.

in the corner of his eye, he noticed some.. writing on the napkin. your... number? you had changed your phone number some time after he left and now, you had given him your current one! it meant that you at least weren't that mad at him after so long, and that you at least wanted to stay in contact with him.

he decides to text you, just in case you decide to change your mind in the mean time of your separation.

your phone lights up as you made your way down the street.

[unknown number, 3:46 p.m ➜ you] "same place, friday?"

[lnkedmyheart]

Tell us more about Chuuyas and Dazai's mirroring their clothes

Just as u did with Oda , it was great to read !

Oh this is pretty simple honestly.

This is just a me thing. I feel like the fact that both Dazai and Chuuya wear a white shirt is important here (i'll bring up this point later). But they are both children here and white is often associated with innocence and children.

Then we have stormbringer where both Dazai and Chuuya are very understated. Dazai is still in a similar if somewhat darker mindset than he was in 15 and all that changes is that he seems to carry around that coat more (becomes crueler/more calculating). There is a disconnect between him and Chuuya at this point. Also Chuuya dresses as an average mafia grunt except he adds his own flair like the choker and the sunglasses. Chuuya is not falling into the mafia's yet, he still wants to leave but he is also trying to blend in and figure out his place. Dazai too is seemingly loyal to the mafia but is he really? Cause he did pick Chuuya over the city. Once again they match almost perfectly in a black or white theme here with both of them wearing a white shirt.

Then there is dragon head. At this point Dazai has started to incorporate Mori's influence reflected through the jacket under his coat. There is a growing amount of black on him. Chuuya too is now viewing the mafia as his home and has made peace with the fact that he isn't leaving. There is more black on him too but he has red as well, Chuuya has figured out his place and his personal set of morals and how to fit them with the mafia. This is also when they have their first genuine conflict.

Moving on to dark era Dazai's clothes seem to be more fitted on him and mimic Mori's own with a lot more black and only a sliver of white. The only thing that doesn't fit is the coat. Chuuya simultaneously is more dark shades than white and his coat is also only hung on his shoulders. The red has gone from striking to subtle, potentially implying he is becoming more comfortable in the mafia. Chuuya's outfit never changes after this.

And lastly we move onto the current era. Couldn't find a proper picture where their outfits were visible next to each other so used the Bones' art. But both of them wear a bolo tie, both of them have something wrapped around their neck, their general attire is similar at a glance with a waist coat and jacket on top (Chuuya's cropped jacket under his coat). Both keep their sleeves rolled up to their elbows and much of the white is limited to their neck area.

There is also this bit about Dazai and Chuuya's attires and their relationship with touch. Dazai covers his arms with bandages and Chuuya keeps his gloves on unless he's using corruption. Now while Dazai has a lot more lighter shades in his outfit they are covered by a few darks and a lot of tans. Chuuya on the other never went fully black, sticking to very dark shades of red mixed in with some black instead. Also their blacks are flipped, Dazai had a darkness in him, Chuuya was forced to take on the darkness. (Neither is an irredeemable monster).

Now moving onto why I think the white shirts are important.

Dazai in the beast universe has a prominent splash of red on his almost all black attire. He still has the white on him cause his ultimate goal is good but that's it, he has fully taken over as the boss. Chuuya mimics him by switching out the white shirt for a red one post beast universe's dhc. Chuuya has lost all the white on him.

[giggly-squiggily]

welcome back!! sending you so many hugs and positive vibes 🫂🫂

if you don't mind, may i please request kunikida, chuuya, and dazai where dazai keeps stealing their clothes (sweaters, shirts) and they tickle him until he agrees to give them back?

Mehehehehehehe, this is delightful! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D I did go a little off the rails with it but the prompt is the same all around! I hope you like it :)

CW: Swearing

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It started as an "accident".

“Is that my waistcoat?” Kunikida raised an eyebrow, eyeing the all too familiar garment Dazai currently adorned.

“Huh? Oh this? Must have gotten mixed up in the laundry. I’ll give it back when we get home.” The brunette grinned as he went back to building a log cabin out of pens. The waistcoat was soon forgotten as the blonde ranted at him for being lazy.

` ~~~

Then it became a pattern.

“There you are- is that my choker?” Chuuya squinted up at the brunette as he approached, an easy smile on his lips. “Where’d you get that, I’ve been looking for it for weeks!”

“Oh is this yours? I thought it looked familiar. So- how do I look?” He struck a pose, grinning as Chuuya’s jaw clenched. “I think it brings out my eyes.”

“I’m gonna gouge them out you son of a- GAH! When we get back I swear to god I’m gonna kill you!” Chuuya grumbled, returning his attention to the task at hand.

~~~

Shirts. Sweaters. Sweatpants. Coats. Hats even! 

Various items would go missing throughout the week, returned a night or two later cleaned but wrinkled. The culprit was always the same, even if he never confessed. “Oh I just happened to grab it in the dark! Silly me!” “I just happened to find it; it’s so cozy though!” “My nightshirts are all gross and smelly; could I keep it until laundry day?”

If he were being honest; Kunikida would have no issue with it had the bastard simply asked. Chuuya and him were offering a spare room until his apartment was fixed- a previous job ended in a near assassination attempt on him and a completely destroyed living space- so he had no real grounds to complain. 

Still- he would have liked to wear at least ONE of his newer waistcoats before Dazai allegedly “borrowed” them again.

“That son of a bitch! He took my favorite tie!” Chuuya on the other hand was far more open in his distaste for the brunette’s thievery. “I was gonna wear that today- it had dogs on it! DOGS! He doesn’t even like dogs!”

“Why would you wear a tie with dogs on it?”

“It’s novelty tie day at the Port- don’t look at me like that; it’s not as if the agency’s all serious! Dazai told me about Kyoka’s first day!” The redhead glared briefly before slumping against the table, the hand holding his coffee mug slapping down so hard it nearly broke the cup. “That bastard- I’ll kill him!”

“Hm…” Kunikida hummed, simping his coffee. The feeling was mutual. “He does this alot, does he?”

“He does! Though it’s never been this bad! Something’s up…” Chuuya tapped his fingers against the table, looking thoughtful. “He’s wanting something.”

“What was the outcome in the past when he did this?”

“The outcome? Oh I just-” Something clicked; Chuuya’s face went blank with realization. “Oh. Oh…”

“Oh?” Kunikida leaned in, curious. “What? What is it?”

Chuuya eyed him, debating. Even if they were temporary roommates, there was a definite mistrust still between them. Kunikida braced himself, waiting.

“Fine. I suppose I’ll work with you this time, Poet. Come here.” Chuuya gestured him forward, whispering the plan in Kunikida’s ear. When he pulled away, Kunikida looked…

“What? Don’t believe me?” Chuuya asked, slightly offended.

“No I do.” Kunikida seemed almost in pain. “I just realized how obvious that was. It’s Dazai.”

~~~

“Honey, I’m home~” Dazai called as he walked through his apartment door, shutting it behind him with a foot. When no reply came, he slumped a bit. “Guess I’m the only one here…”

He took a single step into the room before he was off the ground.

“Whoa!” Dazai yelped, watching the room spin around him- or perhaps he was spinning? He felt himself levitate until he was upside down, kicking his feet in the air. “Chibi? You around?”

“Dazai.” Kunikida’s voice came from behind, startling him. He tried to turn around but movement made him lightheaded. “There you are.”

“Hi, Kuni! I’m back!” Dazai tried again, using the couch’s back to slowly rotate. He never felt more like a rotisserie chicken at that moment. “Do you know where Chibi is? Seems I’ve walked into a trap! I must say, this would be an interesting way to go out…” When he peeked at the ground again, he made a face. “Actually no- this would suck. Could you help me get down?”

Kunikida gave him a hard stare, folding his arms across his chest. “Dazai. Are you intentionally stealing our clothes?”

“Whaaat?” Dazai exclaimed with theatrical shock. “Me? Steal your clothes? Oh Kunikida- you wound me! As if I’d ever steal your things!” He sniffed, pretending to wipe a tear away. “All this time, and you’d accuse me of such an act-”

“You’re wearing my shoes.”

Dazai blinked. “Oh. So I am.” He grinned, facade fading away as he smiled sweetly up at him. “Erm, roommate tax?”

“Roommate tax, huh?” A new voice entered the room, sending a mixture of glee and nerves throughout Dazai’s upside down body. “Is that what you call stealing our vests, hats, hundreds of socks-”

“Hey, your socks don’t fit me.” Dazai countered. “They’re too small. Believe me, I've tried.”

“So you admit it!” Chuuya exclaimed, beginning to poke at Dazai’s ribs with eager fingers, making the brunette squirm and giggle. “You HAVE been stealing our clothes!”

“I dohoohohon’t stehahhahal! I reehhehehehetehehehhern theehehehem cleheheahhahan! Ahehahahahha Chuhuhuhuuhuya!” Dazai squeaked, trying to put his arms up to block the feeling. It felt so far away from down here. “Kuhuuhuhuhnikihiihiihda hehehehehelp!”

“Help, you say?” The blonde raised a brow before nodding, unfolding his arms. “Fine.”

Dazai felt relieved. Then he saw the Ideals notebook.

“Noohohohohoho! Nohoohohoho, dohohoohn’t you dhahahhahare-EHEHEHEH!” Out came that dreaded claw; a devious little toy Kunikida kept just for him. Between Chuuya’s prodding fingers and the dreaded grabby tool against his belly, Dazai was screwed. “Wahahahhait, whahahhahait tiihihihihme out! Iihihiihm gohohoohhona be sihihihihihick!”

The tickles came to a brief pause, much to Dazai’s relief. Then he was shifted, levitating on his back before he was lowered on the couch. “Oh this is nice.” He smiled through soft giggles, getting comfy.

For five seconds.

“AH!” He squealed when the other’s attacked once more, Kunikida raising his arms above his head as Chuuya went straight for the pits. “AHEHAHAHAHHAHAHA CHUHUHUHUUHYA! KUHUHUHUUHNIKIHHIHIHIIDA PLEHAHAHAHAHSE!”

“Are you gonna stop taking our things?” Kunikida questioned, unable to fight down a smile at Dazai’s flushed cheeks.

“NOHOHOHOT REAHHAHAHHALLY- AEHHAHAHAHA FIIHIHIHNE FIIHIHHIINE!” His laugh nearly went silent when Chuuya started burying his face into his neck, going for his worst spot. “I’LL STAHAHAHP I’LL STAHAHHAHAP PLEHAHAHAHHASE!”

The tickles once again stopped, this time for good. Dazai’s body felt limp as he sank further in the couch, gasping for air. “Eheheheehe…yohoohou two are sihiihihhlly!”

"And you're a son of a bitch. If you wanted us to tickle you- just ask next time?" Chuuya flicked his nose lightly, sliding his hand down until it reached his tie. “Seriously- just who do you think you are stealing my new tie?” He plucked it out of where it sat, pulling it up for view. “I need this for-”

The tie Dazai wore was plain. Not a dog in sight. Dazai blinked, tilting his head to look past. “Is that it?”

Sure enough, a tie adorned with dogs hung by the door, clean and untouched. Chuuya flushed, eyes widening at his mistake. “You know I don’t care for dogs, Chibi. Why would I take your tie?” Dazai didn’t sound angry- no; if anything he sounded rather…mischievous. A devious smile pulled on his lips as he began to sit up, closing in on the redhead. “This won’t do at all…”

“D-Dazai, I swear to god-oi, poet! Help!” Chuuya backed away, looking for an ally.

“Oh would you look at that- the boss wanted to meet for drinks. I shouldn’t keep him waiting-” Kunikida tried to run, but Dazai’s hand already found the back of his vest, keeping him there.

“What’s the rush? Don’t you two wanna see me?” Dazai cooed, adjusting his grip until he had both of them trapped, arms around their waists and fingers poised. “I’m a little hurt! Why don’t you make it up to me~”

Thanks for reading!

[intheticklecloset]

Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #1-10

A collection of the BSD sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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1.) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

Atsushi hadn’t intended to find himself pinned up against a wall with Akutagawa glaring into his face on his afternoon off from the agency, yet here he was.

Technically their bosses weren’t fighting right now, and Atsushi had been minding his own business picking up a few items since he had the free time, so he wasn’t sure why one of the Port Mafia’s top dogs – let alone Akutagawa himself – was taking a moment to harass him, but honestly, he was used to it at this point.

“Would you let me go?” he sighed, glancing down at his bag of groceries. “My ice cream is going to melt. It’s a hundred degrees out here. How are you still wearing that coat in this heat?”

Akutagawa scoffed, but stepped back all the same. “You’re awfully lax, were-tiger. Who’s to say I’m not here to capture you?”

“We’re not fighting.”

“Officially.”

Atsushi narrowed his eyes. “And unofficially?”

“I’m off the clock. Perhaps I just want to fight you because I can. Clearly you need practice keeping your guard up, even when you’re buying…” he glanced into the bag on the ground. “Orange sherbet. Really, were-tiger?”

“Hey, don’t judge me,” Atsushi grumbled. He reached for the bag, but Akutagawa snatched up his wrist and pinned it to the wall by his head, glaring again. “Let go, Akutagawa. I don’t want to fight you.”

“That’s disappointing.”

Fine. If the man really wanted it so bad, Atsushi would throw a punch. Just one. Or rather, a kick, as his dominant hand was currently occupied.

Akutagawa stopped his attempted assault before he could even extend his leg fully, grabbing him by the knee and gripping hard to stop him.

Atsushi squeaked and shot his leg back down, an involuntary smile splitting his face before he managed to get it back under control.

There was silence for a moment.

“Were-tiger, are you…?” Akutagawa started, but trailed off when Atsushi snapped wide eyes up to him worriedly. He paused. Then he reached his free hand into his rival’s exposed side. “You are. How fascinating.”

“Ah! Ahahaha – Akutagawa, wahahahait, I—!” Atsushi bit his lip, frantically trying to keep traitorous giggles at bay. He hated how the darker man was looking at him now. It was a curious look, and the last thing he wanted was for the Port Mafia to renew their curiosity about him.

Akutagawa hummed, letting go of his wrist to scribble both hands into Atsushi’s underarms, watching him squeak and clamp his arms down with a wicked glint in his eyes. “This is enough to bring you to your knees? If’ I’d known that, you’d have been dead already, were-tiger. Perhaps it’s lucky for you that I didn’t.”

“W-Why is it luhuhuhuhucky?!” Atsushi cried, squirming uselessly against the wall, his ice cream long forgotten. “Ahahahaha! S-Stohohohop!”

“Would you rather be dead?” Akutagawa smirked. He took a step closer so he was right up in the other boy’s giggling face. “More importantly, now that I do know, it means I can exploit this little weakness of yours as much as I like until such time as our factions begin fighting again in earnest.”

Atsushi whined and cackled and pushed at Akutagawa, trying to dislodge him somehow, but he knew it was useless with as weakened as he’d become in the last minute.

It took a while for the Port Mafia member to finally leave him be.

It took even longer for Atsushi to wonder if Akutagawa was ticklish, too.

*

2.) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“You deserve this, Dazai!” Chuuya growled, wrestling with the brunette to get the upper hand, which he was doing quite easily, as luck would have it. “Accept your fate!”

Dazai grunted as he sank to one knee, one wrist already caught in his rival’s grip, his free hand trying to pry him off. “You don’t hear me denying it,” he replied with a huff, “but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to roll over and let you win.”

“Why does everything have to be a contest with you?!”

“You just make it so easy, Chuuya. How can I resist messing with you?”

The redhead finally grabbed the other wrist, awkwardly crossing Dazai’s arms over his chest while giving him a shove that sent him falling backward, one leg tucked halfway beneath him.

“Owww! Chuuya, you’re hurting me!” Dazai whined, struggling to give himself enough leverage to at least free his lower limb.

Chuuya straddled him just as he managed to do so. “You deserve it, you jerk.”

“So mean.”

There was a brief pause as the redhead assessed the situation, trying to determine how best to go about the rest of his plans while Dazai just smirked up at him. Finally, he muttered something under his breath and let go of one of the brunette’s wrists, shimmying his hand between his overcoat and suit coat, trying to worm his way up to the good spot.

Dazai – curse him – wasn’t letting him get away with it that easily, though. Grinning, he clamped his arm down and said, “Ah-ah-ah. You’ll have to work for it, Chuuya~”

“Fine,” Chuuya growled. He curled his fingers in right where they were at the topmost part of Dazai’s ribcage, satisfied when the man beneath him jerked a little and snickered openly. “You’re only delaying the inevitable, you know.”

“So?” Dazai teased easily despite his situation. “Dohoesn’t mean I wohohon’t watch you struggle a bihihit first.”

“You son of a—” Chuuya let go of his other wrist, shoved his arms up just enough to attack, and plunged both hands into Dazai’s armpits.

Dazai let out a loud bark of surprised laughter, shoving his arms back down. This time, however, he only managed to trap his captor’s fingers right where they were rather than stop them. He gritted his teeth against the flood of laughter that threatened to burst free, but when Chuuya dug in even deeper – more determinedly – he couldn’t help it any longer.

“Bohohohohohold mohohohohove, Chuuya!” Dazai laughed, squeezing his eyes shut against the victorious, knowing smirk the redhead was flashing at him. “Juhuhuhuhust don’t thihihihihink I’ll buhuhuhuhuhuckle so eheheheheasily!”

“Oh, I hope you don’t,” Chuuya replied, far too calm for Dazai’s liking. “I intend to enjoy every moment it takes to break you down until you’re pleading for me to stop. Because you will, Dazai. You always do eventually.”

*

3.) Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai

“Stop screaming and let me tickle you!” Dazai laughed, one arm wrapped around Atsushi from behind while the other drilled into his ribs.

Atsushi was cackling, squirming and fighting in his mentor’s grip, cheeks dusted pink from both the exertion and the embarrassment. “Nohohohoho! Why?! Dahahahahazai, stohohohohop it!”

“Hmm, you’re pretty sensitive,” the brunette mused to himself, “but also pretty wiggly. Hold still! You’re like a kitty that hates cuddles.”

“Whahahahahat does thahahahahat even mehehehehehean?!” Atsushi cried, doing everything he could to try and get away. “I dohohohohon’t hahahahahte – you’re just tihihihihickling me, and I’m reheheheheally ticklish!"

“Yes, so I’ve surmised.”

As with many things within the agency, Atsushi had no idea how he’d wound up in this situation. One minute he was organizing some papers that Dazai had left unkempt on his desk, and the next the man himself waltzed in murmuring something about ideas and experiments and needing to test something and, well…

“Gah! Dahahahahahazai, no, not thehehehehere!” Atsushi pleaded, giggling helplessly and with increasing panic as his senior began to make his way down and around to his stomach.

“Ooh, ticklish tummy? It makes sense; you are a cat, after all~”

“I’m a tihihiHIHIHIHIGER!! AHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE, DAHAHAHAHAZAI!!”

“Aha! This is a good spot, huh?” Dazai chuckled, ignoring his begging. “Tickle, tickle, little Atsushi~”

“WHY AHAHAHAHARE YOU DOHOHOHOHOING THIS?! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SO MUCH – DAHAHAHAHAZAI!!”

At that moment – blessedly – Kunikida walked through the door.

“Dazai! What are you doing to him now?”

“KUNIKIDA!! HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! PLEHEHEASE – AIIEEEE!!” With a loud yowl, Atsushi’s knees gave out and he started to collapse, but Dazai reacted quickly and kept him upright, finally stopping his assault.

“All right, I think I have what I need now.” He patted his partner on the back. “Way to hang in there, Atsushi.”

The weretiger scrambled away from him, hugging his torso defensively, blushing furiously under Dazai’s beaming smile and Kunikida’s confused frown. “W-Why did you do that? I wasn’t doing anything to you! I was minding my own business.”

“Well, I’ve wondered how ticklish you are for a while,” Dazai replied thoughtfully, as though this were a more serious matter. “And you happened to be alone, so I jumped at the chance to find out! I also wanted to collect some data for a certain someone~” He winked, and it made Atsushi nervous.

“Wait…who, exactly?”

Dazai strolled to the door and opened it, preparing his head start as he replied, “Why, Akutagawa, of course. Who else?”

Then he bolted.

Atsushi was flying out the door behind him in an instant. “Dazai, you jerk, don’t you dare tell Akutagawa about this! I’ll never live it down! Dazai!!”

*

4.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“I hate you!” Akutagawa screamed, flailing his arms, kicking his one free leg. He glared up at Atsushi as the weretiger sat on his waist, giving him a curious look.

“Is it really that bad?” he asked.

“Dazai, let go of me!” the raven-haired man demanded, trying to kick the aforementioned man away, but Dazai merely held onto his ankle and smiled at him, cancelling his ability and leaving him helpless all in one fell swoop and looking not at all bothered by the position he was putting his former protégé in.

“Weretiger!” Akutagawa tried again, growing more panicked by the second. “Don’t you even think about touching me, you son of a b-eyaaaaaah!!”

Atsushi’s brows went into his hairline at the uncharacteristically high-pitched screech he pulled from his rival just by gently prodding into his ribs. The usually angry-looking member of the Port Mafia had his teeth clenched against a wobbly smile, tiny giggles trapped in his throat, and the young detective decided right then and there that it was the best thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Wow, you’re that ticklish?” Atsushi asked, genuinely interested, but the question only seemed to rekindle the fighting fire within Akutagawa.

“I hate you! I hate you, I hahahahahate you!” His rival looked mortified at the sounds coming from his lips now, but both of them knew he couldn’t help it anymore. “I’ll kihihihihihill you for this! You will dihihihihihihie! Gahahahahahaha!” Akutagawa bucked his hips, arms pressed to his sides, though it was a useless attempt to stop Atsushi’s dancing fingers along his ribs and stomach. “Quit it! Leheheheheheave me alohohohohone! Dazai!”

Dazai chuckled. “What are you yelling at me for? I’m just making sure you don’t actually kill him, that’s all.”

Akutagawa looked enormously embarrassed and infuriated at the same time. “Ahahahahaha! Weretiger! Stohohohohohop it this instahahahahant!”

Atsushi took in his rival’s huge smile, reddening cheeks, and helpless giggles and decided he couldn’t bring himself to allow this moment to end so easily. “Hmm…maybe if you actually call me by my name I’ll think about it,” he said, pressing his fingers in deeper between the grooves of the darker man’s ribcage. “What do you say?”

Akutagawa tossed head back and absolutely cackled, kicking his free leg, shaking his head. “I hahahahahahate you!”

Atsushi couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, I know. That must be why you’re laughing, right?”

*

5.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“Now, that was interesting,” Atsushi said, staring at Akutagawa, beginning to smirk a little. “What was that noise you just made?”

Akutagawa glared at him and shoved his hands in his coat pockets. “A noise of annoyance, of course. You’re irritating me, weretiger.”

“Annoyance? I don’t think so.” Atsushi was full-on smiling now. “Sounded to me like you squeaked because you’re tic—”

“It was not a squeak,” the dark-haired man snapped, turning his back on his rival. “And I am not ticklish.”

Atsushi hummed, springing forward, but Akutagawa had been anticipating him and whirled around to block his attack and start up a sparring match all over again. The detective laughed. “If you’re not ticklish, why are you trying so hard to stop me, Akutagawa?”

“I don’t want your hands on me at all, no matter the context.”

“I’m landing blows on you and you seem perfectly okay with that.”

Akutagawa let out a yell and summoned Rashomon to finally get Atsushi away from him, then charged forward and tackled his rival to the ground, pinning him there. Unfortunately for him, Atsushi quickly shifted into his half-tiger form and used his heightened strength to hook a leg around his hip and roll them over so he was the one on top, and then—

“Gahk!” Akutagawa choked on a surprised cackle, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth and pushing Atsushi’s chest with the other, eyes suddenly wild. “Get off me, you blasted – aha! No!”

“Come on, just admit it,” Atsushi giggled, fingers kneading gently into his ribs. “You are ticklish.”

“I’m – dang it, weretiger, leheheave me alone – nohohohohoho!” Finally Akutagawa dissolved into helpless giggles, squirming under Atsushi’s touch, cheeks flaming red. “Get ohohohoff! R-Rahahashom-AHAHAHA!! No, okay, nonono—”

Atsushi’s eyes lit up. “Oh? Is here a good spot?”

Akutagawa clenched his teeth against the flood that threatened to burst from him, struggling to fight against the overwhelmingly ticklish sensations emanating from just under his bottom ribs, near his sides. “Mhmhmhm! I h-hate – hahahahate you! Don’t – GAH!! Please!”

The way the dark-haired man looked right now – his face, his smile, his frantic movements – all of it made Atsushi’s heart skip a beat in way that both surprised and was foreign to him.

Whatever. He could overanalyze it later. For now…

“Tickle, tickle, Akutagawa~” He teased, kneading deeper into that spot, finally earning an explosion of actual, honest-to-god laughter from the grumpiest man he’d ever met.

Akutagawa let the curses fly, but he couldn’t even summon Rashomon with as hard as he was laughing now. Instead he resigned himself to the only thing he could do. “NOHOHOHO!! PLEASE, WEHEHEHERETIGER, DOHOHOHOHON’T DO THAHAHAT!! PLEASE – GYAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Atsushi just smiled, letting the sound of his laughter fill the air and warm him up from the inside out.

*

6.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“Well, someone’s grouchy,” Atsushi mumbled, rolling his eyes. He pulled out his phone and checked his messages for the millionth time. Still nothing from Dazai, of course. What was taking him so long? He wouldn’t be surprised if the man was already here, just watching the two of them from some hiding spot.

Akutagawa scoffed. “I’m irritated because I’ve been forced into close proximity with you for the last twenty minutes waiting for Dazai, whom you claim is ‘on his way’. Except I’m beginning to think he’s not coming at all and you’re just wasting my time.”

“I don’t know what’s taking him so long! I swear he just likes to put us together to make us suffer.”

“Suffer?” Akutagawa looked at him strangely. “Yes, I suppose you must.”

Atsushi frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Sitting right beside me yet knowing any attack on your part would be futile must make you suffer indeed.”

“I don’t care about that. We have no reason to fight each other. At least, not right now.”

“Hmm.”

Atsushi glanced at him, at the way he sat relaxed in his seat, one leg crossed over the other, arms across his chest, not a care in the world. Something Dazai had told him sprung to mind then, and though he tried to suppress it, he suddenly found that curiosity was indeed about to kill this cat. Well, tiger.

“Besides,” Atsushi spoke again, turning to pounce on Akutagawa before he could react, “I do have an attack that might work on you, if Dazai’s word is anything to go by.”

Akutagawa’s hands grasped Atsushi’s wrists so hard it hurt, but the weretiger was already wiggling fingers into his ribs, and giggles were already starting to sputter out of him whether he liked it or not.

Dazai!

“S-Stohohohop,” the mafia member growled through tiny chuckles, squirming in his seat, but Atsushi was sitting in his lap now – a compromising position should anyone see them like this – and he wasn’t going anywhere. “Weheheretiger! Enohohough!”

“I don’t believe it,” Atsushi marveled, his voice so awestruck Akutagawa knew he was genuinely surprised, and that only made this worse. “You are ticklish! Dazai was right!”

“I’ll kihihihill you!” Akutagawa snapped, trying his best to glare with a wobbly smile on his face. “Dehehehehesist at once!”

Instead, Atsushi smiled right back at him. “What was that you were saying about suffering, Akutagawa?”

From his hiding spot nearby, Dazai smirked at the two of them, enjoying listening to his former protégé’s reluctant giggles while his current mentee looked at him with open endearment.

He decided they could stand to wait for him for another few minutes.

*

7.) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

“Stohohohohohop!” Atsushi’s voice was whiny, but the hint of desperation within it didn’t overshadow his panicked elation at being stuck in this position. “A-Ahahahahaku, plehehehehease!”

Akutagawa merely smirked at him as he once again attempted to grab his wrists. It was amusing that the weretiger hadn’t yet learned that getting anywhere close to his tickling fingers would only make Rashomon tighten his hold, stop him in his tracks. Or perhaps that was the fun of it for the detective. His cheeks were certainly pink enough and his smile was certainly genuine enough to indicate he was having fun despite his pleading words.

Atsushi frantically flexed his fingers, trying to grab the air around Akutagawa’s hands, trying to stop him. It was no use. Rashomon held him just far enough away that he was within reach of bringing an end to his ticklish agony yet not able to do anything about it.

“If you want me to stop so bad, then make me, weretiger.” Akutagawa’s words were cold, to the point, teasing. He chuckled at the whine Atsushi let slip. “Break through my defenses if you’re so desperate, you pathetic weakling.”

The mafia member had learned in his few times tickling his adversary that teasing of all sorts worked on the detective beneath him, including the mocking kind. Sure enough, Atsushi arched his back and flexed his fingers even more, trying to do something – anything – to stop him. Instead he collapsed back on the ground and surrendered to his laughter, limbs going weak. Rashomon began to pull his arms further away from his torso, leaving him more vulnerable than before.

Akutagawa plunged a finger into his navel.

Atsushi’s hands flew down yet again.

Rashomon halted him just an inch away from his tormentor.

“AHAHAHAHAHAKU!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” the detective screamed, laughter pouring out of him in wave after wave of unbridled, terrified joy. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!”

“Can’t take it? Too bad.” The raven-haired man shifted out of his straddle and braced himself with one hand by Atsushi’s white hair that had gone wild in his thrashing, grinning wickedly down at him, still wiggling that single finger that was spelling out his victory tickle by careful, deliberate tickle. Atsushi stared up at him, wide-eyed and afraid, but also – somewhere deeper in his gaze – daring him to continue.

Akutagawa leaned in close, their faces just inches apart, Atsushi’s laughter filling the space between them. The detective was blushing furiously, and his rival couldn’t get enough of it.

“You’re all mine now, weretiger.”

*

8.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

Usually, the fact that Akutagawa wore his coat at all times – indoors or outdoors, no matter how hot it was – bugged Atsushi. The man had to be sweltering; surely it couldn’t be healthy to roast alive like that. But these days, as it was getting colder outside and the leaves were beginning to fall from trees, the weretiger could appreciate the commitment.

“Hey,” he said, getting the darker man’s attention. Akutagawa glanced at him, a bored but listening expression on his face. Atsushi held out his hand. “Come here. Snuggle with me.”

Akutagawa blinked. He hesitated. That was another thing Atsushi knew was difficult for him – physical affection. But he knew if he just waited a minute and let him get over his internal hurdles on his own, he’d eventually give in.

Sure enough, after almost a full minute of silence, Akutagawa sighed and scooted over to him on the couch, barely batting an eye when Atsushi dove under his coat, wrapping what little fabric he could around himself, soaking up his lover’s warmth.

“You can just admit that you’re cold,” Akutagawa muttered, allowing Atsushi to climb into his lap and rub his cheek against his chest. “Stupid weretiger.”

“I like cuddling with you,” Atsushi replied, wrapping his hands around the executive’s waist, daring to slide one hand beneath his shirt and along the skin of his back. “You’re warm.”

Akutagawa sucked in a sharp breath, tensing, hissing a warning, “Weretiger.”

Atsushi lifted bright, excited eyes to him, letting his nails drag along the sensitive skin of the backs of his rival’s ribs. “I also like seeing you smile. You haven’t all day, you know.”

Strong hands gripped Atsushi’s shoulders, Akutagawa’s arms shaking as he focused his energy on not laughing. Still, a wobbly smile turned the corners of his mouth upwards. “Don’t—” Then a tweak to the space between his bottom two ribs made him jerk and let out a giggle beyond his control, and his shy dimples finally came out from hiding. “Aha! A-Atsushi!”

Atsushi let up on his tickle attack but continued to hug Akutagawa even closer, trying to absorb him from sheer force of cuddling. “It doesn’t count as snuggling if you don’t do it back.”

“Idiot,” the executive managed through a shaky breath, forcing his limbs to relax. He knew the detective would let him be if he just reciprocated the affection he was receiving. He wrapped his arms around Atsushi’s shoulders and breathed in his scent, burying his nose in his white hair. “You are such a catboy.”

More giggles spilled out of him uncontrollably as Atsushi got him back for that comment.

*

9.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

Akutagawa never took off his coat, and he had good reasons for that. The first and foremost of which was the fact that without it, he couldn’t use his ability, and was thus helpless in every way. He hated being helpless. He never wanted to feel out of control.

With Atsushi, however, he’d started to feel safe. Safe enough to remove his coat when it was just the two of them, the better for them to get even closer.

Big mistake.

“You son of a—”

Atsushi pressed a finger to his lips with a smile. “Ah-ah. Watch your mouth.”

Akutagawa glared up at him, cheeks red with embarrassment. He struggled in his kind-of boyfriend’s firm grip, but even if he hadn’t been using his tiger’s strength to keep him down, Aku doubted he’d have been able to get away.

“You’ll pay for this, weretiger. Mark my words.”

“Oh, I know. It’s worth it, though.” Atsushi beamed sweetly at him dragging one of his claws from Aku’s armpit down his ribs and side to his waist, pausing there for dramatic effect before going right back up again.

Aku pressed his lips together defiantly, shaking his head even as his body trembled from the soft touch. He let out a breath when Atsushi paused at his upper ribs, only to choke on his next inhale when the weretiger began scribbling into his armpit in earnest.

“Shihihihihihit! Weretihihihihiger!” Akutagawa cackled, a helpless smile on his face now. He tried rolling away, but Atsushi’s knee was there to stop him, and then he was well and truly trapped beneath his monster of a not-boyfriend.

Atsushi giggled with him. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to hold back on me. You know this tickle, tickle, tickles~ Just let it out, Ryu~”

“H-Hate—!” Aku let out a short bark of laughter when Atsushi began gently pinching the skin of his underarm between his claws. The mafioso arched his back and laughed miserably at the insanely ticklish feeling, wishing upon every star in the sky that he’d kept his coat on. “Hahahahahate you, weretihihihihiger! Gahahahahaha!”

Atsushi gave him the sweetest, most heart-melting smile in his arsenal. “Love you too, Ryu.”

*

10.) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

Chuuya had his head thrown back in absolute hysterics, and it was without a doubt the most beautiful thing Dazai had ever seen.

“Stop!” The redhead wheezed, flailing his arms uselessly in the direction of Dazai’s hands, which were latched firmly onto his thighs, kneading into the inner parts of them with relentless precision. It had taken a lot of trial and error and screamed curses from Chuuya for the detective to find the spot that reduced him to helpless laughter, and now that he’d found it, he wasn’t about to let up.

Dazai smiled sweetly at him, knowing he couldn’t really see. “But you look good like this.” Still, he lightened his touch enough to allow his partner to gasp for breath, his face having turned a dark crimson.

“Please,” Chuuya rasped, sucking in air like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. There were mirthful tears in the corners of his eyes when he lifted his head to look pleadingly at Dazai. “Please, no more! I’m way too ticklish there—”

Dazai smirked, went back to his earlier ministrations, and watched with satisfaction as Chuuya fell right back into his earlier position, screaming with laughter for a few moments until it went silent again.

After another couple of minutes, the detective finally showed mercy and let up on the harsh tickling, switching to light scribbling along the tops of his thighs near his hips instead, and Chuuya caught his breath even while still giggling like a child.

“Having fun yet, chibi?” Dazai asked teasingly, laughing himself when the redhead attempted to glare at him.

“Hahahahahate you, you sahahahadistic bahahahastard,” he managed, squirming, trying to roll onto his side and get away.

Dazai hummed. “Sounds like chibi didn’t learn his lesson…”

“No, wait! I learned it, I learned it!” Chuuya screeched, jolting upright and grabbing onto Dazai’s shoulders. “Please—”

This time, the detective silenced him by closing the distance between them with a tender kiss.

[fleurdeminuitflower]

Human!Rashomon - The ADA.

Somehow, Rashomon escapes the Black Lizard when Hirotsu takes a break to go to the bathroom. - Gin totally did not let her get away, nope, there is no way -

Furious, Akutagawa ends up at The Armed Detective Agency, such murderous aura even without his ability that even Kunikida hesitates for a second before pointing at a very confused Atsushi holding a shivering Rashomon, shielding her from a cooing Dazai.

"Don't let the ugly man touch me, Jinko!" screeches Rashomon. "He's trying to kill me!"

"Aww, that's not true!" Dazai pouts, ten fingers wiggling in front of his body. "I'm not even trying to touch you, Mon!"

"Jinko! Tell the ugly man not to use weird nicknames!"

Akutagawa coughs. Rashomon beams, jumping from Atsushi's arms and running for dear life to her wielder.

"Ryuu! Ryuu, you came!"

Akutagawa takes a moment to inspect Rashomon's clothes.

"Who gave you such distasteful attire?"

"Hey!" Atsushi complains. "Give us a break! It's all she accepted to wear!"

"It's a smaller version of Atsushi's outfit," Kyoka says.

"Exactly," Akutagawa says and looks once again at Rashomon. "It's disgusting." He takes off his brand-new coat. "Take it off and put this on."

Rashomon shakes her head. "No, Ryu! I wanna stay in Jinko's clothes! They are comfy!"

"I did not mean it as a request, Rashomon."

"I'm still refusing!"

They glare at each other, much to the amusement to both Dazai and Ranpo, the awe of Yosano and Kenji, the curiosity of Kyoka and the perplexity of Atsushi.

"You will take those hideous clothes off, or you will be staying here with these detectives."

Rashomon gasps.

"A sleep-over?"

"No-"

"Jinko!" Rashomon cheers, running back to Atsushi's arms. "I'm staying with you tonight!"

"Come back here," hisses Akutagawa.

"Ap, ap, ap!" Dazai raises a hand, Rashomon flinching and both Akutawaga and Atsushi squinting at former mentor and current guide respectively. "Let her stay," he flashes Rashomon a smile. "That way I'll have more time to not-touch her!"

"I'm coming with you, Ryuu!" Rashomon promptly wiggled her way out of Atsushi's arms and hides behind her wilder. "Let's go! I miss big sister Gin and little sister Elise!"

Akutagawa looked at each member of the detective agency, gaze staying longer on Atsushi's.

"Pardon the intrusion," he apologizes to the surprise of everyone but Ranpo and Dazai. "We'll be on our way."

"Bye!" Ranpo chants. "See ya tomorrow, you two!"

[starlightshadowsworld]

Agency informant Izaya

During the Decay of Angels arc, Izaya becomes a vampire.

While Ranpo's bailing out the Agency, Izaya is doing damage control to their reputation.

Using facts and logic to dispell the allegations against them in the public eye.

He's been reunited with Atsushi and Kyouka and is helping them, Lucy and Ango with things on the Sky Casino.

And gets captured by Teruko and Tachihara after stalling for time to let the others escape.

Izaya figures out that Tachihara has changed alligances and hands him a drive thst doubles as a recording device. (It's a suprise tool that will help him later.)

Given Izaya is not technically not a member of the Agency, he's bought to Fukuchi for questioning.

Izaya has his own device like Tachihara's and uses it to record everything Fukuchi says during the meeting.

Fukuchi is intrigued by him, because he knows Izaya isn't just your run of the mill informant.

"It's werid, unlike the rest of the Agency we couldn't find anything on you. It's like you don't even exist."

"Funny, I could find everything on you."

Fukuchi chuckles and tells him while I couldn't find anything online, I've heard rumours out in the wild. About a man who uses humanity like puppets.

Izaya, caught off guard but counters that "werid, because the only puppeteer I see is the man before me."

Fukuchi does the classic we're not so different you and I.

"I'm trying to make humanity better than it ever could be, erase all war with just a price. You understand that, you will join me."

Izaya, laughs his arse off because no we ain't. *That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard you can't sacrifice lives for peace. There's not a toll to pay."

Fukuchi takes this... Not so well.

And they end up fighting.

Now Izaya can hold his own in a fight. But as the fight goes on, Fukuchi outmatches and overpowers him.

There's only so much you can dodge a sword that can't bend space and time. And Fukuchi is a soilder with countless surgeries to turn him into the peak of human condition.

Izaya is strong but he's not that strong. He got the information he required and that's what counts.

But he does still have an exist strategy... That's thwarted. And in a last ditch effort, Izaya uses his ability on Fukuchi.

Hoping to use the sudden flashback of memories to catch him off guard and give him an opening to escape.

It doesn't work. Instead Izaya's overwhelmed by the things he sees, the people Fukuchi's tortured, the sheer destruction and suffering.

Fukuchi doesn't bat an eye and stabs him, in multiple futures in multiple areas to keep Izaya from being able to look away or deactivite his ability.

"Funnily enough, I wasn't asking when I said you'd join me."

Izaya, even with all of this manages to press the send button to deliver it all to the Agency just before Bram bites him.

The outfit change is basically Izaya losing his current short coat and ending up with a trench coat (like he does in the Durarara Manga).

His skins grey, his eyes are black and red like the rest of the vampire. Theres also the fact Izaya can walk now, given the reason he couldn't was psychosomatic.

And he's currently mind controlled. With any atrophy from not walking for a very long time being fixed by vampire healing.

With Bram, Fukuchi found out Izaya's ability and decides to use him to gain information.

As he has complete control over Izaya's ability, Fukuchi is able to view the memories he sees.

Fyodor totally gloats over Izaya being turned to Dazai. And he's lucky Dazai and Chuuya are so good at being composed.

Because that's their friend and big brother... You'll pay for that.

The Agency take the news horribly too, Fukuchi is livid. Atsushi takes it the worst because Izaya got captured saving him and the others.

None of them want to fight him but they do end up having too.

When the ability wears off, Izaya collapses but Atsushi is there to catch him. He carries him and helps him back into his wheelchair.

And Izaya hugs him, comforts him that it's not Atsushi's fault but his own. He took a risk but it paid off.

"Were you scared?"

"Nope, you know why? Because I knew you were all gonna save me. And you did."

[zenphiaaa]

Lose You To Love Me (Kunikida Doppo)

Kunikida x Gen!Reader Kunikida Being LoveSick

<> The two of you met while he was still a teacher actually. You both worked for the same school and got along fairly well as coworkers

<> One day he disappeared and you never heard of him again

<> Then you spot him of the corner of your eye at a super market three years later

<> You don't aproach him figuring he left without a word for a reason, but once he sees you...he's like a whole different person from what you remembered

<> After an awkward conversation the two of you exchanged numbers and went on your separate ways

<> Reconnecting with each other wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, and Kunikida wasn't indifferent towards you as you thought

<>"Wasn't sure if you saw me like that" Kunikida answers when you ask why he left without a word

<>"More than a coworker" he answers with a light blush on his cheeks as you press him for answers

<> The two of you share a small smile as your pinkies link together

You give the darked haired male a tight smile as you contines on his rant. You were currently waiting outside of your boyfriends workplace so the two of you could have a dinner date. You guess that this was the conquence of keeping your relationship under lock and key. Being hit on by your boyfriends coworkers...but could you even call this flirting?

"And don't you worry my darling! I will make sure that our double suicide is painless and private. We'll have such a magical time with one another!" A male wearing a long brown coat exclaimed, clasping his hands together dramatically while wearing a wide smile on his face.

You blink at him in response as the door to the agency opens up and out steps Kunikida holding his suitcase under his arm. "Hello." You greeted him with a netual expression, not quite sure how to react in the moment.

"Dazai leave them alone, they have no insterest in you." Kunikida scolded the other male.

"My my my! Who's this then? A reporter? Someone your working after hours with?" Dazai wiggles his eyebrows at the blonde before turning back to you with a cheerful grin.

"Why don't you ditch him and come with me instead? I'm sure whatever your working on, I can be of better use darling." He winks.

You shake your head, "No thank you, but I think we'll take our leave now though. Goodbye." You say before gently taking Kunikida's hand into yours and moving away.

Kunikida waved his coworker as the two of you passed by and left the building. "I'm sorry about him." Kunikida groaned as he took your hand into his.

"Don't worry about it." You dismissed easily, "He seems lonely?"

"He's an idiot." Kunikida snorts, making you giggle.

"Well at the very least we have reservations in fifteen minutes. We better hurry along if we don't want that coupon to go waste."

Kunikida follows your lead as he smiles up at your figure. he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

sorry i have to brainfart this somewhere but mersault chuuya wearing almost damn near similar clothing to his youth got me thinking about dazai and chuuya's fashion choices.

dazai, in all the eras where he was in the mafia....never changes his outfit. it fitting, given his character and such.....so his ada outfit makes him look like a rainbow. dark blue vest, blue gem(?) bolo tie, striped shirt and a tan coat similar to oda's. i think it's cool, to show the stark contrast between his pm days and how he's faring now, aswell to show how much effect oda had on him.

chuuya.....is the complete opposite. boy changes his clothes all the time. but it's so interesting.

his fifteen outfit is very "him" in a sense. street kid, street kid style- red shirt, grey hoodie, green leather jacket, bright blue sheep armband. he fits right in with the rest of the sheep, and hes so...colorful here. almost similar to ada dazai's outfit. and then theres the outfit he wears in the mafia- the first one we saw back in the manga where he seems to be wearing like a..."beta" version of his current outift- but the way it was drawn (disregarding the anime for a second) it looks like its almost ill fitting for him. the vest is too big, the coat looks so heavy, the tie isnt properly tucked, and his pants are baggy. like hes struggling to "fit in".

then theres sb outfit- hes wearing the standard mafia outfit like higuchi, but with his own touches- rolled up sleeves, glasses tucked in his breastpocket, choker, gloves. its not much, but even higuchi doesnt do anything to hers. we kinda see him "getting into" the mafia work, and theres no pop of color here. the dragon head conflict outift is different though- hes wearing clothes that are "his style" again. simple shirt, jacket, choker, gloves. he also has his red petticoat (i think thats what it is? whatever that long cloth underneath his jacket) that, once again, gives him some color. i dunno what spured the outfit change, but i honestly think the red color is his own touch- his own "color"

and then current chuuya. no color at all, maybe safe from the ribbon on his hat. he wears his coat on his shoulders, similar to pm dazai. (also, slight off tangent here- he always loses his coat whenever hes dealing with dazai?? i think?? which is. interesting. given with how glued pm dazai's coat is to his own shoulders. like he actively takes it off/gets it taken off and i SWEAR this only even happens when hes with dazai. idk. ever since asagiri said beast dazai wearing his coat fully to signify him accepting his role as the pm boss ive been. thinking about it. a lot.)

where was i going with this?? oh yeah. why is mersault chuuya wearing his old clothes?? specifically fifteen clothes? like was it his off day or something. bc if you look at chuuyas various outfit as his progression towards the mafia then him wearing his old non mafia clothes either means two things : 1. this is to signify chuuya, under vampire influnce, is well. obviously not loyal to the mafia atm. or 2. something might happen in the future that makes him swear allegiance to someone else which i dont find possible but??? who knows. im overthinking this

Oh my god I opened my asks to find this monster in here and scrolled through it like ?????????

Please feel free to do this anytime this was an absolute joy to read hahaha

"dazai, in all the eras where he was in the mafia....never changes his outfit." His outfit stays pretty similar, you're right, though he does actually change it once during his mafia days. The left image is the outfit he wears in Fifteen and Stormbringer, while the right is what he wears in DHC and Dark Era.

The difference is the blazer jacket he adds under his coat. It's a minimal change but I think it's significant. I mentioned in this post how I believe the change might be related to his change in pronoun from boku to watashi, but really it's more the added layer of distance that makes this significant. Dazai just looks a little... odd, in the first outfit. The coat hangs off him loosely, his shirt is a little baggy. He looks very boyish, and that makes his deceptive tendencies and deeply concerning outlook all the more disturbing to others.

The second outfit makes one change but his clothes now look like they fit him (still with the exception of the coat, which never fit and never will... in this universe anyways. You mentioned Beast so... you know already hehe). In the case of the second outfit, he looks more mature and formal, which lends itself to a person who withdrew further and further away from people (with the exception of the other two at Bar Lupin); who became a terrifying executive in other's eyes, moving away from the "creepy intelligent child" image he had earlier - even though he is still very much a kid. No one knows Dazai - I think the added image of formality and authority here is just one of the many barriers he constructed to keep people from getting too close.

"so his ada outfit makes him look like a rainbow. dark blue vest, blue gem(?) bolo tie, striped shirt and a tan coat similar to oda's."

hjdfvbdjf rainbow - entering his no longer closeted gay era (sorry lol i couldn't resist)

No but you're right about the coat looking a bit like Oda's. He cared for and respected that man like no other and I think when Dazai thinks of "a good person" Oda is the first person who comes to mind. His shirt in the manga is also stripy like Oda's, a little detail that got lost in the anime. :')

"his fifteen outfit is very "him" in a sense. street kid, street kid style- red shirt, grey hoodie, green leather jacket, bright blue sheep armband. he fits right in with the rest of the sheep, and hes so...colorful here."

Yeah. He looks every bit the street kid and blends with the Sheep near perfectly - more than fitting in though, I think it's more than implied that he wants to fit in and changes his look to do so. Chuuya goes to great lengths to give the appearance of fitting in - because he never felt like he truly did (and certainly the Sheep did not treat him like an equal or a friend).

"and then theres the outfit he wears in the mafia- the first one we saw back in the manga where he seems to be wearing like a..."beta" version of his current outfit- but the way it was drawn (disregarding the anime for a second) it looks like its almost ill fitting for him. the vest is too big, the coat looks so heavy, the tie isnt properly tucked, and his pants are baggy. like hes struggling to "fit in"."

YES you get it!! And adding onto that, Chuuya doesn't really have a lot of reason to want to fit in yet. He hasn't found his personal groove yet, because he has little personal attachment to the mafia at this point in time.

Yeah in Stormbringer he's got a few personal touches but is still pretty non-descript (though you're right, it's much more than Higuchi... something to think about for her character too, and how it seems the mafia may be more of a job than an investment to her). By Dead Apple though, Chuuya's outfit is... well, back to his punk vibes, just a little more mafia-classy, I guess. (I don't know fashion I'm sorry, please don't kill me)

"but i honestly think the red color is his own touch- his own "color""

Red makes a lot of sense as a colour for Chuuya. It's energetic, emotional, fierce and aggressive. It's also considered protective, so yeah it suits him for sure. Red clothes, red ability... red camellias...

"and then current chuuya. no color at all, maybe safe from the ribbon on his hat." Ooo ok. So in the anime, this is true but in the manga, I believe his vest is actually a pale red.

Well. Brown with red undertones. Your point still stands though because the colour is very muted. It's not like Fifteen or DHC Chuuya for sure.

"(also, slight off tangent here- he always loses his coat whenever hes dealing with dazai?? i think?? which is. interesting. given with how glued pm dazai's coat is to his own shoulders. like he actively takes it off/gets it taken off and i SWEAR this only even happens when hes with dazai. idk. ever since asagiri said beast dazai wearing his coat fully to signify him accepting his role as the pm boss ive been. thinking about it. a lot.)"

Oh. Thinking on this. Um. Embarrassed to say - I don't think I noticed that actually. Like obviously he loses the coat a lot and that was already something to think on but... only around Dazai, is that right? Hold on, I'm gonna check.

Ok so my check wasn't super thorough (read: I am too tired and drained to go through each and every panel he appears in) but...

By god, I think you're right.

That's. Hm. I'm going to join you on thinking about that for awhile.

I see the coat as a representation of his role and responsibility he takes on, really, so it's interesting that the formality and symbolism of his service to the mafia gets quite literally discarded in the scenes with his foil and equal. Fascinating.

He's also not wearing it in any of these now infamous panels from Chapter 101:

Huh. Well. Thank you anon. You've just given me a whole new thing to whir about.

"why is mersault chuuya wearing his old clothes?? specifically fifteen clothes?"

Honestly, I'm still waiting to figure this out too.

Because of the purplish hue over this piece of new art, I find it hard to tell what the actual colours of his outfit are but it does look awfully similar to his Fifteen outfit. It could just be his "day-off" outfit but I think there's got to be more to it than that. It could have to do with allegiance, like you suggested. May I also suggest the return to a sense of inhumanity?

These are also the clothes he wore when his journey to find answers on himself began. Might he be entering a new arc where he has to "find" himself again?

I still feel we don't have enough information to make a solid judgement. As the meursault pov continues, I think we'll have a better reason as to why he's dressed like this.

[beingawriteriskillingme]

𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘻 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰 2 {𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘋𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘪}

A/n: I don't even know if anyone reads a/n but anywas, Dazai is my comfort character and I've been in a bad mental state for quite some time now so here is another work dedicated to him. Also if anyone has any requests, drop them please.

Pairings: Dazai x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, other than that none

Dazai tends to read his own book whenever you read yours. He sees it as a somewhat relaxing time where the two of you enjoy each other's presence without having to talk. He likes those times, he really does.

Maybe it's the way your expression is softer than usual whenever you read or maybe just maybe it's the way you tend to go on an hour long monologue about the book you're currently reading. You don't expect him to answer to what you're telling him and he knows it but he decides to comment anyway.

Now, Dazai isn't a person to want to do anything special on your anniversary and neither are you. It has always been that way and none of you cares. You either get to have a lavish meal at your place or stargaze and have sex over at his place. Either way you're fine with whatever you decide.

This year though Dazai wanted to do things a little different. Why? Well it all began around a week before your anniversary. You were sitting on your couch, your feet on his lap, reading the new book you had bought the previous day. And Dazai... he was sitting there watching you like the damn creep he is...sorry I meant simp.

"What are you reading there love?" When you didn't respond, too focused in what you were reading, he carefully set your feet on the couch and crawled closer to you. Instinctively you turned around to make space for him and that was when he got a glimpse of the book.

Did you always like stuff like that? He couldn't quite remember at the moment. Was it the scene? The setting? It was definitely not the characters because he didn't know who they even were... It didn't matter, Dazai loathed that book for taking all your attention (not in a creepy way guys chill).

So he began thinking... how could he bring that scene you were reading to life? But Dazai was clever so it didn't take much to figure out it was more than simple -to him at least.

His plan began the very next day, the moment he entered Yosano's office. Normally he wouldn't have asked and to be honest he regretted the moment he walked in because he knew there was a possibility the doctor would start asking questions. But somehow Yosano didn't. She offered her help gladly and so Dazai's plan continued.

Next stop was getting all the ADA members away from the flat since they all live in the same apartment complex. That was easy since he had 'secretly' overheard Chuuya talking on the phone to Kouyou the day he had come across him near a hat shop. Apparently Mori wanted to invite the ADA to the annual Port Mafia ball, maybe to brag about Port Mafia's achievements. Who knew? No matter the case, the invitation was sent and therefore everyone would be attending that stupid ball.

Not Dazai though.

His next and final step was also easy, especially after receiving Yosano's help. He went shopping. And when he bought what he wanted, he went over to your place, rang the doorbell and left the bag in front of your doorstep with a small note inside.

You didn't see or hear from Dazai for the rest of the week, two days. Nevertheless, you executed the orders he had given you perfectly trying hard not to question anything.

That was how, on the night of your anniversary, you found yourself standing in front of Dazai's door, wearing a nice beige airy gown that complimented your figure perfectly. At first you had thought of bringing a coat with you since it was off-shoulders yet long airy sleeves, but it would actually ruin the outfit.

And as the door opened, you realised you weren't the only one dressed up. Dazai was standing there, wearing a normal black suit with a black matching tie.

"Can I ask why are we-"

"No! No questions." He pulled you in and closed the door.

Other than a couple of candles you had no idea he actually had there was no other source of light in the room.

The silence was interrupted the moment the music started playing. Classical music of course. You looked around but saw no radio or phone and the sound... was it even coming from your partner's apartment?

"I'm assuming you're looking for me, love." You couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle upon seeing Dazai offering you his hand with a smirk in his face. "Do you know how to watlz?"

"I do..." You placed your hand gently on his and he brought the two of you close. His free hand was now resting on your lower back.

"Well then let's waste no time."

[larathia]

BSD Analysis: Ch. 107

(now that I've gotten the screaming out of my system.)

Okay! Lot to unpack here. Let's see what I can make of this chapter besides "oh man, next month really better pay off everything being shown here".

Beginning with Atsushi's indecision. The translations seem to have differing opinions on exactly how to take his state of mind here, but 'confused and in doubt' is a safe bet. I actually don't think we need to read too much into this. He's been given a weighty piece of knowledge (the goal of the Decay of the Angel), and he's being called on to make a decision. One which will likely have Consequences he can't predict or control. Atsushi's grown a lot over the arcs, but nearly anyone would be at least a little shaken by having to make such a decision. So it's no wonder that Atsushi's wrangling Doubts.

Akutagawa is missing his coat. The coat is the item of clothing given to him by the member of the Port Mafia that inducted him - Dazai. That he isn't wearing it suggests he's abandoned any affiliation with the mafia (or been ordered to abandon it). Alternatively, it may be a statement of rejection of Dazai, and Dazai's hold over him. (I do note that Chuuya-vamp kept HIS article of clothing, but then he kind of needs it to control his power, so I'm not sure how much to read into that.) I will, however, say that it's an interesting parallelism in the text that Atsushi is lamenting his "inner Dazai" isn't telling him what to do, at the same time we see Akutagawa lacking the symbol of his own allegiance to Dazai - the longcoat.

Cut to Sigma, who's thinking his way through everything he's just experienced. I actually don't think Sigma is off the mark in his conclusions, by the way. I think he read things correctly, even to the point of accepting that the whole thing IS a manipulation. But that's not the most interesting bit just now - that note is.

The reason the note is interesting is it made me remember this prison wasn't built just for Dazai and Fyodor to play mental chess in. There's other prisoners in here. Lots of them, rumor suggests. I am going to put forth my own crack theory here. My theory is that note has nothing to do with Gogol's game. My theory is that it came from another prisoner. Because lemme tell you I really, really want to see Leo Tolstoy turn up in this bitch and War And Peace mister Crime and Punishment. Please let me see that. I want to see that soooo much.

Atsushi and Akutagawa...but Aku's fighting is all wrong. Kinda like he WANTS to be beaten, no? What did he say? The tiger's claws can rip through the very fabric of Ability. Wonder how they'd fare against vampirism...

And on that note, Dazai! Who has survived! I doubt anyone is really surprised, although I'm sure more than a few of us had the "wait, HOW" reaction. It seems it's not been without cost; broken feet, broken legs. Probably, given the coughing, some damage to his ribs, too. And yet. He's got a little smile, and his eyes are drawn much lighter than usual. He's not unhappy with his current situation, even if there's a lot of pain in it. (Which. I mean. There has to be.) He crawled to the view of that camera. He asks for Fyodor to help him die, and Fyodor sends Chuuya to kill him.

Okay. I have to say at this juncture that I 100 percent believe Dazai is tricking Fyodor here. Playing on his own stereotype, in fact. Yeah, he hates pain, and yeah, he wants to die. And he knows Fyodor knows that - and, moreover, that Fyodor has to kill him to win the game Gogol's set up. So he is, basically, using Fyodor's own tactic in conjunction with his own methodology here. He's set up a situation that Fyodor really can't refuse to engage in, though 'refusing to engage' would be the smarter option and just as effective.

Why? I can see two good reasons right off the bat.

The first is that if he gets close to Chuuya, or Chuuya touches him in any way, there's a chance that Dazai's power will snap Chuuya out of the vampiric state. It's not a guarantee, but it's possible.

The second's the real one though - by doing this, Dazai has made sure Chuuya is not by Fyodor. Meaning Sigma doesn't have to defend himself against vamp!Chuuya to get to Fyodor (which is good, because I don't think Sigma would've survived that).

And now we've got Fyodor's little speech about "of course Dazai manipulated you". Which, lbh, Dazai totally did. But the thing that Fyodor misses here is that Dazai's manipulations aren't about forcing people to do what they don't want to do. They're about pushing people into doing things they secretly totally want to do but hold themselves back from. Sigma wants to matter. He wants to have friends. He wants to be useful. Dazai never lied to Sigma, and treated him as an equal, an ally, and basically showed Sigma that that's what Sigma wants. Not to be a flunky or lackey but a partner in a worthy cause. Sigma's choice here is his own, as is his courage. Fyodor can't believe in that, because his manipulations prey on human weaknesses; fear and greed.

We're led to believe that next month we might, might, MAYBE, find out what Fyodor's ability is. (I dunno. I kinda think he'll lie, what do you think?) Who the hell knows, y'know?

[amores-percussit]

1. Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with 'because I love you!' ?

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

3. Do they wear the other's clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be 'protected*?

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

51. What's a non verbal way they say I love you?

For dollzai :3

- tired

1. Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with 'because I love you!' ?

Oh dear, for this ship I think DOLL would do this 😰 it’s not often Dazai gets that heated up in an argument with her

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

Initially, they both would attempt to calm the other down and ask them if they need space, distraction, or to talk about it/have company. Most of the time they distract each other or just have each other’s company though

3. Do they wear the other's clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

DOLL likes wearing DAZAI’s clothes, more specifically his coat and his button ups 😋 DAZAI likes stealing her sweaters/coats

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be 'protected*?

You would think DOLL is more protective, but DAZAI is more so. He’s just more subtle about hiding it, he firmly feels the need to make sure she’s safe from any huge threats due to her past with him

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

In the current lore? Not right now no, before DOLL forgave him, they had a bunch of heated arguments that were mainly one sided. Idk how to describe how they smooth things out because it’s complicated 😰 they just know when the other is starting to calm down

51. What's a non verbal way they say I love you?

Both of them say “I miss you” as a way of saying I love you if that counts? But other ways usually consist of physical affection and acts of service