#and is one of the few things from his mafia days that dazai kept

[altruistic-meme]

someone said to give Chuuya stupid headcanons and so:

he crochets. not WELL, mind you, but he can make a mean granny square. though because he does it as a way to relax, his stitches always start out incredibly tight before eventually loosening a little bit later as he calms down, and so all of his granny squares end up kind of wonky.

anyway something something his hands and his humanity and using a part of him that is so well-known for destruction to instead create something for once.

[theanimeoftheblackbunnymask]

Transitions (Yandere Dazai x Reader)

Author's Note: This is based on the idea I had on how it would feel to be going from PM!Dazai's behavior towards his darling to ADA!Dazai's behavior. I also think people forget that Dazai was a teenager while he was in the Port Mafia, so reader is also around his age.

Warnings: Implied Non-Con, Mental Abuse, Physical Abuse, Torture, Emotional Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Delusions, Child Abuse, Assault, Implied Murder, PTSD, Panic Attacks Mentioned, Mental Breakdowns, Suicide Dicussed, Teasing, Mocking, and Sadism.

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Is it possible for a man like Dazai to change?

That was the only thing on your mind. You had been stuck with the man for years, you can remember the day of your abduction perfectly.

It was quick.

You were walking home from work. After your mother lost her job it became quite hard for her to pay the bills, so you picked up a job at the local grocery store. Balancing both High School and Work was no easy task. Your normal schedule was going to school until 3, tutoring until 4, and from 4 to 11 it was straight work. You'd often have to pull all nighters just to do assignments.

The day of your abduction was the day all those all nighters caught up with you. You walked with a drag, your vision blurred as you tried to stay awake, and every few seconds you'd let out a yawn. Normally you'd take the bus home or one of your co-workers would give you a ride, but recently you guys had grown short on staff, making you the only worker that night, and since it was a holiday the bus was running on a different schedule. Knowing what you knew about Dazai, he planned this all perfectly.

As you were walking you bumped into him, and maybe it was your exhaustion, but the moment you bumped into his chest you fell into his arms, your body going limp as he held you tightly.

That was the day you lost all freedom.

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"Wake up Princess/Princie~"

Opening your eyes, staring down at you was a suspiciously happy Dazai. You only stared at him as he sat next to you on the bed. When he initially kidnapped you, you were kept in a cell in the Port Mafia base.

You still remember how cold it was in there. The blood. The noise. Everything that took place in that cell still haunts you to this day. The very reminder of it sends a chill down your spine.

Now, the room you were kept in was actually a room. A queen sized bed in the middle, a vanity in the corner, a closet next to it, and on the other side of the room was a door that led to the bathroom. The room was decorated to your liking, but the only downside was the massive window that was barred up, forever reminding you of a freedom so close yet so far from your grasp.

"What's the matter? You still mad at me?" Dazai asked in his infamous baby voice, putting his hands on your cheeks in order for you to meet his gaze.

You only turned you head away, keeping your mouth shut.

Letting out a sigh, Dazai spoke. "Hey, don't be like that, Y/N."

You still didn't budge.

"You know that bastard deserved it."

"Did he, Dazai? Did he?" You snapped, now sitting up.

"Traitors don't live, Y/N," Dazai said nonchalantly as he got off the bed. "You should know that better then anyone."

You do.

"Why are you up so early?" You asked.

"The boss has a mission for Chuuya and I. I should be back around midnight, so you can do whatever you want in here until then!"

"Dazai."

"Hm?"

"Can I...," You paused, clenching your fist. "Ask you something?"

"Of course my dear! Ask away."

"When...when will you let me out?"

You felt energy in the room switch as Dazai's face dropped.

"Oh...My sweet, little Y/N," Dazaj cooed as he made his way towards you, gently grabbing your face. "You're a smart girl/boy. I know you know the awnser to that. Or will I have to remind you?"

His question immediately struck you with fear as you look up to him in a panic. Your hands shook as you tried to get him hands off your face, but his nails only dug further.

"Will I?"

The bloodlust in his tone. The emptiness in his eyes. It's all too familiar.

"No...no! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I'm sorry for asking, just please..." You pleaded as you gripped your hair, you eyes fixated on your lap as memories flooded your mind. "Not again.'

You could sense the smirk on his face as he kissed your forehead. "Smart choice. "

As you watched him leave through the exit of your prison, you could feel a tear roll down your face as the door slammed shut.

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Chuuya was the only person in the entire Port Mafia who you felt cared at least a little bit about your situation. Besides you and Mori, he knew just how cruel Dazai could be, and whenever he spotted whatever bandages were on your body, for the quickest second you could see sympathy in his eyes. You remember one time he found you crying in your cell after one of Dazai's punishments. Your body was in so much pain that you could barely move, and your mind was scattered that you couldn't even think straight. You were naked and cold, but your skin burned in pain.

Tilting his head down, using his hat to hide his gaze, Chuuya quietly opened the cell, laid his coat over you, and walked out just as quickly and quietly as he had entered.

However, you kept your fondness of Chuuya a secret from Dazai. You knew Dazai would never kill Chuuya even if he found out about his acts of kindness. Jealous? Most likely. Angry? Definitely not. Dazai saw and knew everything you did, every thought you had, you knew that he most likely knew. He was always watching you, or at least he made you believe so.

And that was why you haven't escaped yet.

The thing is, escaping Dazai is easy, stupidly easy, but staying free was damn near impossible. He could find you in a matter of seconds, or you would run back before he realized you were gone. You see, there was 1 time you escaped Dazai, and it was a moment that you would never forget. He made sure of that.

It was a week after your abduction. You were able to notice that everytime Dazai left for a mission, he'd never lock your door. So, when he told you that he'd be gone for a couple of days in order to complete a mission, you took that as your chance.

You were able to make it to the city were you wandered around for a bit. Eventually your exhaustion caught up to you, so you seemed refuge in a random motel after pretty guilt tripping the owner into letting you spend the night.

You feel bad that owner.

In the middle of the night, the motel caught, and by the time you woke up, Dazai was staring down at you, his empty eyes staring into yours.

Up until this point Dazai hadn't done anything to you. The most he would do was come into your cell and cuddle you for hours on end while telling you about his day. He seemed so soft despite the vibe he gave off. Sometimes he'd drag you to meeting with him where he'd nuzzle into your neck. But, this mistake flipped a switch a switch in him.

You lost your innocence that night.

Bruises, cuts, and bites littered your body, and all you did afterwards was hug your knees and stare blankly into space. Nothing could break you out of of that state, anything to make you forget what happened, anything to forget the pain.

He didn't stop there though. Night after night he'd escalate things further and further. At one point he broke both of your legs, dislocated your shoulders, and broke your fingers. He made sure one of your fingers healed incorrectly just for it to be a permanent reminder. And didn't stop at physical stuff either.

For nights on end he'd force you stay awake, and he'd play mind games with you too. He'd force you to complete nearly impossible task in your exhausted state, and then mock you to tears when you couldn't do them.

He did this for days just to teach you a lesson. When the lesson was over you were broken in, just like that. In the span of two weeks you became his lap dog, and he was disappointed at how easily you broke. I mean, why wouldn’t it be easy? You were only 16.

Any escape attempt after this would result in a panic attack. You would run back to your room where Dazai would be waiting, and while you had tears rolling down your cheeks, you'd run into his arms in order to seek even a little bit of comfort.

After a week of isolation, it was like another switch happened in Dazai. One day he came down to your cell and just broke down. You had never seen the man cry before. He then hugged you while spitting out a bunch of apologies.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just..." Dazai started before his voice lowered into a whisper, his gaze fixated on the floor. "I never wanted to hurt you...never. I was just so... I'm sorry. I'll take care of everything, ok?"

Sometimes you forget he's just like you, a kid. A sadistic, scarily intelligent kid, but a kid none the less. You soon learned why he kidnapped you, what his motive was.

He wanted to feel something. Anything. The boy was hallow, a cunning killing machine. His entire personality was an act. If you were to cut him open, you'd find nothing. And somehow, he gravitated towards you.

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"Do you enjoy living?"

Dazai laid his head in your lap, his arms wrapped your waist as you ran your fingers through his hair. In the past couple months things have cooled down. You've lost any hope of escaping or for him to become any less cruel, so now you just follow his commands. Life has been easier this way, not enjoyable, but easier.

"Hm?" You responded, meeting his gaze.

"Your life. Everyday was the same thing. School, tutoring, work. Did you enjoy any of it?"

"Well, no, but it was worth it. Whenever I'd come home my mom would always be waiting for me at the dining table. Even as she got worse, she still was always there no matter how late I got home. And when I showed her my first paycheck," You face soften in remembrance. "The smile on her face made it all worth it."

Dazai was silent for a few moments for snuggling against your stomach.

"Humans confuse me."

You knew better than to ask him to elaborate. It's not because he'd be mad or anything, but you knew his awnser would leave you sleepless.

A life with Dazai was a life with uncertainty, unpredictability. Some days he'd be this soft little thing, clinging onto you like a baby and craving all your attention, whining when he didn't get it. But on other days, he'd force you to witness the execution of Mafia members, drag you on life threatening missions, use you as a pawn on missions, and force you witness his cruelty first hand.

Sometimes it's hard to believe he loves you. Sometimes you think you're just a pawn in his game.

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Akutagawa hated your guts.

You got Dazai's praise, attention, and approval, and you did nothing to earn it. Anytime you looked at him, you see the hatred in his eyes.

A year after your abduction, Dazai started bringing you to his little trainings with Akutagawa, and you had one rule: Don't get close.

Seeing his treatment of the boy made you believe that you hadn't experienced the worse of his torment.

One day you couldn't watch it anymore. Dazai had kicked the boy so hard that he was coughing up blood.

"Get up," Dazai commanded coldly, slowly making his way towards the boy.

He was so weak that he could barely support his weight. They had been going at this for hours now.

"A weak dog is dead dog," Dazai said, pulling his gun out from his coat. "And dogs like you, don't deserve to be in the Port Mafia."

You watched as Akutagawa slammed his eyes shut as he gritted his teeth, preparing himself for death.

"STOP!"

You had hugged Dazai from behind, hugging him tightly as you looked up at him with teary eyes. His eyes remained cold as he looked down at you.

"Please...stop. Give the boy a break."

Dazai still looked down at you silently.

"For me, please."

You felt relief wash over you body as you heard Dazai let out a sigh.

"Fine," Dazai said with an annoyed yet defeated look on his face, turning around as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, throwing the gun in the process. "Don't think I'll be easy on you next time, Akutagawa."

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The day Dazai left the Port Mafia is a day that you can never forget.

When he came to your room, he looked tired. Both physically and mentally. He didn't say a word as he sat down next to you on the bed.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke.

"Odasaku is died."

You felt your soul leave your body as those words left his mouth. You had met Oda a few times whenever Dazai would drag you to the bar with him, and he always treated you with kindness. He'd often scold Dazai for his treatment of you, but Dazai always ignored him.

You liked Oda, him and Chuuya made your life a little bit more enjoyable with their kindness.

You stayed silent at Dazai's words. Dazai didn't look like he was here, completely spaced out from the world. You had never seen Dazai like this, and it honestly scared you.

Scooting over next to him, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Dazai?"

You didn't know if it was grief or what, but you never saw Dazai like this. You didn't know what to do. If you didn't do anything he could punish you once he became stable, or if you did the wrong thing he'd also punish you later. You were lost, you were confused, and you were scared.

"I'm leaving the Port Mafia."

"...What?"

"I'm leaving the Port Mafia," Dazai said before turning to look at you. The emptiness in his eyes sent a chill down your spine. "And you're coming with me."

What happened after that was a blur. All you remember was walking out of the Port Mafia building with a small backpack on, with Dazai holding you hand.

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The two of you had found an apartment and had been living there for awhile.

After Dazai left the Port Mafia he completely rebranded himself. He seemed so much livelier, so much happier, so much more energetic. You honestly like this new Dazai. You didn't know if if was an act or not, but at least he was treating you better.

One day he came home with a genuine smile on his face.

"Dazai?" You called out as you sat down in front of the TV, watching a show you started but never got finish due to your kidnapping.

"I got a job!" Dazai responded excitingly, sitting down next to on the couch.

"Really? Where?"

"At this detective agency for the gifted."

You were honestly caught off guard. Dazai, a detective? Never in all your days would you think Dazai of all people would help stop crime.

You did your best to hide your confusion though, mostly because you've never seen Dazai so happy. This happiness didn't seem fake, it looked genuine.

"That's nice," You replied, doing your best to put on a smile before going back to your show.

"Guess what I'm thinking, Y/N."

This wasn't going to be good. You just knew it.

"Um, what are you thinking, Dazai?"

"You're getting a job," Dazai said, a smirk on his face as he spoke.

You dropped the bowl of cereal you were eating in complete shock.

"What...?"

"Yeah, I think you should go out more, see new things, make friends, you know, normalcy and things like that."

He was messing with you. This had to be a test. He was testing your loyalty. He wanted to if you'd awnser correctly. The Dazai you know would never tell you this and mean it. Sure he was being a lot nicer now, but this is just like how he first kidnapped you. The calm before the storm.

"Um, no, I'm good," You responded, turning away from Dazai. "I don't wanna, I'm ok."

"...Don't lie to me, Y/N," Dazai said coldly, sending a chill down your spine.

What? You awnsered correctly though.

"W-What?" You asked, turning around to face Dazai.

"I know you want to go out. I know you want to see people again, make friends," Dazai responded as he got closer to you. You didn't dare to back away, but what he said next dazed you. "See your mother again."

You hadn't seen your mother in almost two years.

"You're lying."

"Nope, got her address and everything right here," Dazai said before pulling out a piece of paper.

You immediately leap towards the paper, but Dazai raised it above his head, just out of your reach.

"Nah uh uh, you get this paper if you promise me that you'll go out."

"I promise, I promise, just give me it!"

"Aye, don't be rude," Dazai said, flicking your forehead before handing you the paper.

This had to be a dream. This was way too good to be a dream.

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You still can't go out.

The paper with all your mother's information on it haunts you as you sit on the couch, staring at the door as you hug your knees.

You don't know what it is. Dazai's at work most of the time during the day, leaving you alone most of the time. The doors are unlocked, hell, he even gave you a key, but you just can't leave. Everytime you get close to the door you feel your lungs collapse. Your throat closes, you mind gets scattered, you can't think straight.

One time you stuck your foot out and immediately flung into a panic attack. Your breath was short, mind racing. You remember slamming the door shut and crying on the floor until Dazai came home. Anytime you got close to the door, images of your past escapes would flash in your head. Each and every one of them ended with you facing Dazai's torment.

Yeah he left the Port Mafia, but Dazai is still Dazai. This is all one big test to see how much you've learned, the paper was just something to allure you into escaping. You weren't failing this time.

"Still on the couch?" Dazai asked, almost sounding disappointed and worried all at the same time as he sat next to you. "Remember our deal?"

"Take it," You said, your voice and eyes empty as you gave his the crumbled up piece of paper.

Dazai just stared at you as he took the paper. You couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"I passed your test," You continued before lying down on the couch.

Dazai didn't say anything after that. He just stood up and walked away, not even sparing you a glance.

Sitting in your shared bedroom, Dazai stared up at the ceiling as he spoke to himself.

"They’re not leaving willingly anytime soon. I conditioned them too well."

Dazai didn't even notice, but tears were starting to form in his eyes as he spoke.

"They're leaving. They're getting a life."

The next morning you didn't wake up on the couch like you thought, but instead you were sitting on a bench in the center of the city, the paper you gave Dazai in your hand.

"Huh? What? Where... How?" You couldn't even form a coherent sentence as you looked up at the city around you. It was all so overwhelming.

As you walked down the street you kept your head low, trying to balance your nerves as you stared at the address written on the paper. You've waited two whole years for this very moment, a moment you thought you would only be a dream has finally came true.

The apartment your mother had now lived in was far more rundown and ghetto than the last one the two of you shared. The neighborhood was dangerous and the complex was filthy.

As you stood infront of your mother's door, you didn't know what you were going to say to her. Where you going to tell her what happened or just leave her in the dark? You honest weren't sure. Before you could decide what you were going to say, your knuckles were already meeting against wood of the door.

"Hello, can I..."

Standing infront of you was your mother. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept in days. But, the moment your mother locked eyes with you, the two of you were left speechless.

The two of you didn't say a single word as you fell into your mother's arms. You didn't even realize tears were rolling down your face as you hid your head in your shoulder.

"Mama..."

That was all you could say. Your voice was cracking as you hugged your mother tighter, as if she was going to disappear if you didn't.

"Shhh, it's alright," Your mother said gently as she rubbed your back. Even when flooded with overwhelming emotions, your mother was always able to remain composed and calm you down. "What happened baby?"

"I'm sorry mama, I'm sorry I didn’t... I didn't want to leave."

"I know baby, I know."

"I didn't want to leave you mama. I never did. I didn't wanna go, but I couldn't come back."

"Shhhh, calm down, I know, it's ok. Come inside and I'll fix you something, ok?"

Rubbing your eyes, you weakly gave her your response. "Ok."

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You never told your mother about Dazai or what truly happened. Anytime you'd get close to telling her, an image of Dazai's face would flash into your head and all those memories would come right back to you.

Your mother had made you your favorite, and at the moment it felt like the world didn't matter. It felt like you were back before everything happened, the time before all the pain, all the trauma, it felt, peaceful. And you couldn't remember the last time you felt true peace.

"What are going to do now?" Your mother asked, sitting down in front of you as you ate.

"I don't know. I need to get a job, but I don't know where to start."

"One of my friends daughters works in one of the stores at the mall, maybe I can get you in contact with them. That'd be nice, right?"

"Maybe."

"Where you living now?"

That question made your blood run cold. She couldn't find out about Dazai. Rebrand or not, Dazai was still Dazai, and you wouldn't let yourself be fooled into thinking otherwise. This wasn't the first time he's pulled something like this, but this time it was going on for a bit too long.

"An apartment downtown. The landlord is letting me live there rent free until I can get back on my feet."

"That's nice."

"Yes," You said before drinking you tea. "It's...nice."

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"Ah! You're back," Dazai said as he stood up from the couch, making his way to you.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I don't what happened but I woke up outside and-"

"Shhhh, I know everything. Was it nice?"

"...No."

"Be honest, Y/N."

"...It was... It was the nicest thing I've gotten in the past two years."

"That's what I thought," Dazai responded before caressing your cheek. "I want you getting out the house more. I won't punish you, I won't hurt you ever again, you have my word Y/N."

You stayed silent. Don't trust him.

"Y/N."

Don't trust him.

"I'm sorry."

Looking up at Dazai, your eyes widened as you saw tears build up in his eyes. Before you knew it, he was holding you tight, hiding his in your shoulder as he spoke.

"You didn't deserve it, you didn't deserve any of it. I love you with all of my heart, I don't know what I'd do without you. I won’t hurt you again, I won't let myself go that far. You are the sweetest person in the world and I corrupted you with my pain. I love you; I'm sorry that I hurt you, and I'll forever be sorry for that, even after I take my final breath."

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It's been a few years since then, and a lot of things have changed. You've gotten a job at the mall and you've became best friends with your co-worker Jojo. The two of you always hang out after work and she's gotten you to go out more. You've made a few new friends but you still get anxious talking to people.

You've met Dazai's co-workers and they all adore you, this kid Atsushi especially. He seems to be Dazai's apprentice and he's always the first one to talk to you whenever you come by the agency.

Ranpo is kinda bratty but he's a really smart guy. You were pretty suprised you found out his age, but you like talking to him about mysteries and his latest jobs. He never fails to suprise you, but he always makes you feel stupid with his arrogance. He's the only one in the ADA that knows about your true history with Dazai, and it was simply by observing your guys' interactions. To the outside the two of you see normal, but Ranpo is able to notice the smallest details that made him figure out the dark history of you and Dazai.

You're pretty sure Kunikida has a crush on you. Any time the two of you talk he's always beet red and gets annoyed whenever Dazai comes along.

You enjoy talking with Kyoka, you're pretty sure she sees you as a big sister. She's always trying to impress you and likes to follow you around. One time you bought a kimono with one of your paychecks and she hugged you so tight that she didn't let go for an hour. For a stone faced child she's truly a sweetheart.

Akiko and you hang out all the time. The two of you often go shopping together and she was the one who explained how abilities worked to you. The two of you were at a bar when she explained it and you quite shocked to say the least. Dazai never explained it to you, it was more like something that was constantly brought up and you had to figure out how it worked on your own.

Now you and Dazai. To say in simple terms, your relationship is complicated. He doesn't hurt you physically, but he still plays mind games with you, but it's just not as obvious. The relationship feels more normal, but his obsessive tendencies still shine through despite his lack of violence. Anytime you go out he always implies that he'll know everything you do. At work, hang out, clubs, everything, he's always watching. So, despite your new found freedom, you're very anxious, and still don't interact with men that Dazai doesn't know. He even met your mother and she adores him. You still do your best to prevent her from finding out the truth about Dazai.

But, if you ignore all of his flaws, Dazai might as well be the perfect boyfriend. He always buys you gifts, takes you on dates, and actually does couple stuff with you. If you ignore the past and that feeling of anxiousness whenever you're with or without Dazai, you would say that you wouldn't ask for anything better.

Right?

[night-dazai]

I keep giving myself baby fever

Hear me out.

Bsd men got a breeding kink-

BSD MEN BREEDING KINK : 

Hey, I feel like this is not so complete cause this is the first time I am writing about breeding kink, forgive me if there are mistakes and point them out so I can correct them on later works. Thank you for the request cause it is a wonderful one

I also did not check this for spelling and grammar errors

Dazai : 

To this man he has never kept his hands off you and never will.

One day as he was mindless watching some reels he saw a few baby reels “What will y/n’s kid with me look like “ his mind thought and thats the end of you . 

Every night senseless fucking you raw “Bella..want a kid..” he would plead. 

But deep down he felt he does not deserve one, but once he has tried fucking you raw . yep. no changing his mind he wants a kid .

He wants to see you belly bulge with his kid , but makes sure you also agree to it . 

He feels sacred some nights thinking of what can happen if he has a lot of weakness cause one of them is you , all precious people near him all dead yet you are here to hold his hand at every step . 

And let him fuck your cunt till it leaks cum “ you look soo lovely like this darling , like a painting “ he says licking the mixture “one more pleasee “ he asks with his doe eyes. 

The moment the pregnancy is confirmed, yep he is shocked

"Its like a pea " he says looking the documents, man becomes so overprotective makes sure you are always with someone from the agency and nerve alone .

He loves to lay his head on your tummy and talk to the baby " baby , it has been 178 days since you are in you mom's tummy hows it in there ?" " Baby your dad is being bullied bu your mom " he would also complain to it .

Boy is overjoyed he first runs to tell Oda " I am starting my own family " his voice breaks as the gentle breeze makes his hair sway he keeps talking to him while you holding his form falling down.

He knows how dangerous it is for you and the baby now and his mind just starts planning everything from birth to every single thing to do to keep the baby safe.

Chuuya : 

Boy , now first step its you who brings up this topic , to him he is blessed enough to feel human due to your presence but he is a man who is never overly greedy. 

A kid ? his kid ? when you tell him this you see wet eyes and trembling hands “ but its dangerous i am dangerous “ he says . 

It takes a lot more time than Dazai to convince this redhead, but once he is conceived he is the most sweetest guy . 

He would treat you like its the first time you are having sex , being all sweet and making sure you feel alright. 

All the rough sex is out of the window (unless you beg for it )

He cums inside and uses his thick fingers to pump it back in “Now now be a good girl “ he would whisper sweet things into your ears . 

One day he would suddenly come home with tons of baby clothes and toys and posters “ chu what is this ?” you asked confused “ i liked it bought it “ he says happily smiling like a kid . 

Big rich has its perks, he gets you regularly checked up , men make sure your health if on top it, and no one in the mafia is allowed near you .

He is like a guard dog barking at anyone trying to even look at your direction,and night after night of sweet love once pregnancy is confirmed.

He cries, he cries in front of everyone in his office (well you tell him in his office with the scanned images ) . 

Good luck with more pampering 

Kunikida: 

This man , has everything planned from the moment he sleeps eats and takes a bath , maye even even he breathes. 

But sex, family, and lifelong partner are also in his book . 

I am sure he will find it hard to find a person who fits all his ideals and you might be someone who fits 2 or 3 of them (or even none)

You guys having sex is also scheduled in his book as a relaxing time (call caps )

He is a top , gentle, sweet , always wears and condom and all okay good fine . 

You were someone who wanted some spicy and thats how one day when he comes home all stressed you give him your present. 

A tight red lingerie, lifting your breasts a bit a cut leaving your sweet buds open and you holding your legs wide open saying “ welcome “. 

He snaps, there is no way he is holding back from this treat , his rthurs hard and pace fast , he becomes all grabby. 

As he feels his dick twitching he realises he ahs no condom “ shit “ he mumbles and try to pull out “ stay “ you say pulling his neck and kissing him while the other hand pushes his dick back deeper . 

The man relases inside you feeling something new , his eyes wide chest heaving he looks down seeing his cum drip down your tighs on the sheets.

Licking his cum mixed with yours “ it felt nice right ?” you ask trying to get up and wash when a hand stops you . 

“More “ he says tone very firm he is going back in , he is too out of it , his mind seeing images of a mini you running around the house 

Seeing your belly big, he lost it and you knew it cause his eyes looked soo lust full “ sure babe” 

After all the steamy stuff is over man is weight down with his thoughts, keeps saying sorry while you are smiling at him “ its fine “.

“Of course it is not” he says , his job is not extremely dangerous but alos not very safe , he does not ever want to see anyone die . 

You were strong to protect yourself but what about a kid ? his mind is too messed when you kiss his hands.

“ It will all be fine relax ,we can take care “ and that when it hits him “ you want a baby ?” his voice trembles he asks while you nod shyly. 

Good luck cause once it is decided every night you guys have to RELAX and the next day, you better ask for a long vacation if you are working cause this man is going to work overtime on you .

Once it is confirmed that you are pregnant " from now on all your lazy schedule is out of the roof " he says sternly.

Makes you eat health food, and makes you do yoga for fitness you can whine and cry but you are doing them " no more fooling around its time for you to eat your vitamin tablets "

He will try his best to spend more and more time with you guys and read books as to "what to tell a baby while it's in the stomach " he looks like a ring master telling the baby moral value stories but you can see the affection and nervous this man is hiding.

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

When You Know, You Know {Osamu Dazai}

A/n: so this idea came like this morning and omg I wanted to write it so bad because I need some good angsty yet sort of fluffy Dazai fic mostly because I want Dazai to get comfort. Also YES I USED A SNOW LINE FROM HUNGER GAMES. ANYWAYS PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS

Pairing: Dazai x assassin!fem!reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: character deaths, mentions of violent crime scene, Mori, murder, YES I AM A MORI HATER, blood, mentions of abuse

It had been four years since you left Port Mafia. You left the day after Dazai did -after enduring the torture Mori ordered upon you because he thought Dazai had contacted you- without contacting a single soul even though it was more than certain that the few people close to you -Chuuya and Koyou- would be worried sick. Was it because you wanted to get out of the organisation as soon as possible or because you wanted to somehow get revenge because Dazai had left you alone without a single warning.

Like everyone in the Port Mafia you heard about Oda's death the day after it happened -the day Dazai left- and something in your heart broke because even though you, seventeen years old at the time, were under the protection and guidance of Koyou along with Chuuya, you knew Oda. He had grown on you and if it hadn't been for Dazai mentioning him whenever the two of you sat in the dark in his container, it would have been because of Oda's gentle personality amidst the cruelty of the Port Mafia.

It went without saying that with Chuuya and Dazai being closest to you in age with them being one year older, you had naturally developed a somewhat nice relationship which had first started because of your respective positions: Dazai and Chuuya being executives and you being an assassin. You often went to missions with Dazai and Chuuya -always upon Dazai's request of your abilities- so after some time you became friends with the bandaged executive and soon after, lovers.

Had your relationship with Dazai been toxic? Absolutely yes and even though you both knew it, you couldn't actually help but come back for more. Both of you. So when he left like that? You were simply devastated.

And it took you a long time to feel like yourself again. In the meantime, you still worked as an assassin, performing various missions given to you by quite the important people.

You put your life in the Port Mafia in the past, a dark past that you didn't like visiting. But since you worked in the Underground you heard all sorts of things. That was how the fact that Mori had requested for a member of the Detective Agency to be transfered to the Port Mafia reached your ears.

You had heard that Dazai was now working for the Detective Agency and had reached the point of visiting him countless times before. The thought that he could be the one transfered to the Port Mafia kept you up at night for numerous days. How you had reached the point of caring for someone who perhaps hadn't cared about you was beyond you and yet there you were.

The sound the elevator at the Port Mafia building made when it reached Mori's floor specifically was almost like a stab right in the heart. All those memories were coming back, days of torture and manipulation from Mori's side that if not all then almost everyone among the higher-ups in the organisation had endured.

The whole thing lasted fifteen minutes. Just fifteen minutes was all it took for the man who ruined lives to die.

"Y/n?" Chuuya's voice snapped you out of your train of thought. Slowly, you lifted your head, your eyes falling upon the clock on the wall on the other end of the hallway. No wonder Chuuya was there, it was nearly eight in the morning, all Port Mafia members would start coming to work sooner or later.

You leaned your head back on the wall, bringing your knees even closer to your chest as you sat down on the floor. A small sigh of relief escaped your lips. Chuuya had been the one to find you. There was something odd in the way he looked down at you.

Chuuya, one of the most proud Port Mafia members, possibly the only member who respected the organisation for some reason. He wasn't freaked out, angry... he didn't pity you. It was as if he understood. He didn't have to ask or push the door of Mori's room open to understand what you had done -even though the blood on your hands and clothes was making it obvious.

"Come." He removed his gloves and after placing them on his shoulders, he helped you stand up. That was when you noticed Akutagawa standing behind him, waiting for his orders. "Inform Koyou." was all Chuuya told him and led you towards the elevator.

"What?" Akutagawa's voice came out trembling as if he didn't believe how someone who had just killed the Port Mafia's boss was walking away without any consequencies. But the young man didn't question his superior's orders further. Maybe because he had known you since he first arrived at the Port Mafia with you being the closest thing he had to a doctor after patching up any wounds inflicted by Dazai.

"I did it for Q and Koyou and that Detective Agency doctor and for Oda and Kyoka and Osamu and me." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you reached the underground parking lot where Chuuya had his car.

"I know." Chuuya handed you a handkerchief but you refused, your eyes focused on your bloodied clothes.

Other than that the car ride was silent. And when Chuuya stopped the car in front of the building you had almost entered many times in the past four years all you did was look at him. "Won't you come with me?"

Chuuya chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I have to clean the mess you left behind."

"If someone can become the new boss then please..." If your hands weren't covered in blood you would have hugged him. "Please take the position, and give Aku a better place as well."

Chuuya only smiled and opened the door for you. "I assume we will see each other again."

You took the elevator to the floor where the office of the Detective Agency was. Before you could do it yourself, the door of the office opened, a boy with blonde hair and a straw hat standing behind it with a smile on his face.

"Chuuya told us you will be coming."

"Did he now?" You let out a chuckle. It was slightly forced and very ironic considering that you were covered in the blood of one if not the most important man in Yokohama.

"Yosano!" The boy shouted and made way for you to enter the office.

You had heard of the doctor. You knew her ability and you knew her past. Mori didn't really keep his achievements private when he wanted to terrify his opponent.

Yosano was leaning against the door of her examine room, a sorrowful expression on her face. "I killed Mori Ougai." You mumbled.

"It must have been awful" A ginger haired boy said. Yosano approached you, ready to examine you fully.

"It was... yet it felt... powerful." You muttered, no sign of emotion in your voice. "The blood is not mine." You looked down.

"I will bring you a new change of clothes then so you can meet the president" She patted your back and opened the door of her examine room to lead you inside. You heard it close behind you and let out a heavy sigh.

"Long time no see."

The voice was familiar and soft like velvet with perhaps a hint of a small smile.

"That is all you have to say?"

Dazai's eyes were blooshot red and it didn't take much thinking to understand that he had been crying before you walked in there. He let out a sad laugh and nodded.

You took a small step and sat beside him on the bed that was meant for patients. He turned to look at you before taking your hand in his as if he hadn't left you without notice four years ago.

"My hands are covered in blood." You managed to say, fighting tears.

"So are mine, let me take half the blame."

[elizais]

how to survive the great war

pm!osamu dazai x pm!reader summary: the night dazai has to leave, he knows he can't lose someone else. warnings: some spoilers, i change some stuff around a teensy bit (obvs), a bit angsty but we work through it, alcohol mentioned throughout but not descriptive wc: 2.4k

that night dazai knew he had to leave. he knew what he was told to do and he had just lost one of the people who kept him going, he couldn't lose you too. so, when you found him in your favourite abandoned spot once you couldn't find him anywhere else, you were distraught. the man who had helped you both more than you could ever think of wasn't there anymore, and osamu had to leave as well. you couldn't leave with him or else the chances of survival for either of you went down tremendously, so you two devised a plan:

the past few days, you were barely together due to work. that's what everyone knew so they didn't question it, and that was true! you both worked for the port mafia so everyone knew of you two. but, tomorrow everyone would know that the demon prodigy had left and you would go to work and "find out" then and there.

to make this plan work and be believable, the new reason for not being around each other was "because you had an awful argument" a few days ago and once you won't go home straight away tonight. you will go to chuuya's and be inconsolable over how you haven't had a real conversation with osamu "not because of work but because of arguments." and get chuuya super drunk. you will act drunk but only get tipsy so that you can recall what happened last night with chuuya when mori inevitably interrogates you.

"osamu, what will you do while i'm there?" you asked him for your peace of mind. "don't worry, just don't go in that hat rack's car at any point of the night." was his response. "can you make sure he doesn't take the blame either?" to which he sighed. "for a mafioso you do care an awful lot." osamu teased. "well an old friend said i should be on the side that helps and protects people." you eyed him. "fine." he rolled his eyes.

after chuuya's event, you will go to your apartment see dazai had left a note reading "this is over. goodbye y/n" and you will get yourself fully drunk (not really, you will empty your alcohol bottles into the plants. but you will tell mori that this is why you can't remember anything else.) as this goes on, osamu will be starting his time off the grid. you genuinely couldn't know anything, if anything happened and it forced you to give away that information - you were both dead. as much as this killed you not knowing where he was, at least one part of this story would be true.

at around 2:30 am, you will go and grab a new phone with a new phone number from one of the mafia's distributors. mori had told you a while ago you should change phones to not build a trail against you, so when they message mori to tell him after you buy it this will come up in mori's interrogation. your answer will be simple "i was incredibly upset, your words spoke to me and i didn't want to ever contact osa-, dazai again. i thought he was just skipping work when i didn't see him when i walked in today." that would kill off that lead for mori.

then, you would finally go back to your apartment and organise the sale of it. this is what really got to you when you put it into action. the apartment you both got when you were 16 with your mafia connections the moment you found out he was an executive in a shipping container. when this is brought up by mori this will be the longer answer, at this point you would have 'found out' he betrayed the port mafia. "i will be damned if he knows where to find me after what he done." will be your explanation if mori finds out about this sale.

that was the last step of the plan, because osamu assured your teary eyes "we will find eachother again. i promise." he never lied to you about such important things, and after all.. you were another mafia executive who has known this man since forever. you held out your pinky before he connected his before kissing the part where your pinky touched his. "i'll see you later, 'samu." you knew this was the end of your relationship, for now. he responded as he stroked your cheek "i'll see you even sooner, my dear." before you both turned around, not looking back once as time was strong, but you two were even stronger.

and that is when you went right to chuuya nakahara. to begin what divides dying because you're in the mafia or dying because you left the mafia.

"y/n? what's wrong?" the ginger asked, shocked one of the toughest mafia members was shaking at his penthouse's entrance. you were genuinely upset but not over what you were about to tell him. "it's osamu.. we haven't had a real conversation since that argument." you explained, allowing a few tears to fall. very unusual from a mafia executive. and then the plan was given the go ahead when chuuya's solution was alcohol. just like you had planned. you did feel bad for tricking one of your closest friends but this was for both of you. once you got him complaining about everyone, he was absolutely done for the night. you slowly removed yourself before you were too intoxicated to move to the next step of the plan.

you headed to your apartment. you knew there would be a note there that would upset you for the story but you couldn't help but fight back real tears. you couldn't cry yet as you had to come off as tipsy on cctv so that when mori performs a makeshift investigation, you are in the clear. but the second your apartment door shut behind you, all your feelings were let out. you prayed this was some sick joke and osamu was in the other room and nothing bad had happened to the man who kept you both alive on many separate occasions. but you had to survive, because you knew osamu was trying his best too.

on the counter, you saw the note, the note that sealed this reality. although it was you who put that into the plan it killed you. it killed you more than what the mafia could ever do to you. then, you went through what you and osamu discussed.. it was time to dump the drinks. you laughed at your thoughts as you remembered how samu would make fun of you and your plants but now they were saving both of your asses. you checked the time.. "2:08" read out on your phone's screen. hours ago was the last time you would see the person you love most for a long, unspecified amount of time. you had 22 minutes before you had to get a new phone. you decided to spend those 22 minutes, or 1320 seconds pulling out the box of memories underneath your clothes.

the beat up gift box held your fondest memories. for a leader in a mafia, you were a big softie. you knew dazai was too (deep down as well). you traced over the stickers your love put on when you called it boring. fruit stickers, the labels of his bandages.. the most random ones. you smiled as you saw the hello kitty ones he stole from elise. remembering the day your mission was to babysit her and you bought face paint. your phone buzzed with a notification from the bed as you kneeled on the floor, not even opening the box yet. the time read "2:23" and you decided that it was close enough and you got ready to leave.

walking out of the apartment you looked at the note again, a little harder this time. pieces of the ink had ran a little bit.. was it possible he had cried? your heart broke into a million little pieces and the glue that could fix it was off the grid for everyone.

you drove to the warehouse that supplied the mafia's doings. you brought the money in cash as per their requests. they would send a message to mori informing him of your purchase which is exactly what you needed to happen. you only needed a new phone but you splurged for a new laptop too. just to cheer you up. but as you stepped out of your car and walked into the warehouse that is usually empty held hirotsu and kouyou.

before they could see you, you put on a brave face. they would certainly ask what you were doing and why. you headed in.

"oh! y/n! what are you doing here, sweet?" your dear friend kouyou asked. you two had built up a strong relationship and you trusted her. but not enough. hirotsu had walked into the storage room with one of the workers so it was just you two. "me and.. him.. we got into a bad argument." and that was all she needed to hear before pulling you into a hug. "have you spoken to chuuya darling? aren't you two friends?" she questioned, concerned for you. you nodded and by then she had to leave. you left 20 minutes later, not seeing hirotsu again and picking up your new devices with another shady worker.

then, you found your way to the place you called home and organised the sale of it in a month. you didn't care about who desperately wanted it, you just had to make it through a month here without your person.

the morning rolled around and you did not sleep at all, you knew what happened but nobody else knew you did. everyone knew what happened so as you walked into the infamous HQ, all eyes were on you. some people completely avoided you, others sent you sympathetic smiles but mori did nothing of the sort. he put on his gentleman facade as he waltzed into your meeting that you lead for your subordinates. "hello everyone. we have all noticed a certain mans absence so consider the rest of your meeting a time to catch up on paperwork." he beckoned you over and walked behind you to his office.

"y/n" he spoke as he sat down. you cut the polite greetings. "where is osamu, mori?" you glared. of course you knew but he didn't know that.

"that is exactly what i grabbed you to ask. what do you know about his disappearance?" he tried to look right through you but you did not let him. "i haven't had a real conversation with him in ages.." you began with lie number one. "where did you go after work?"

"straight to chuuya's. i know i'm not a drinker but it just all got to me last night." mori nodded, silently asking you to carry on and you did. "i got there and we both got drunk with his collection. i don't know how long i stayed." mori looked at his sheet that faced him and nodded, most definitely adding up with what the redhead said.

"afterwards?" and that was your cue to get the tears welling up. "i went home.. and there was a note and i just drank it all away.." lie number two. "you can go if you want.. i don't want to be where he used to be." you tossed him your keys to search your apartment before beginning again. sounding angrier. "it's one thing betraying me but.. the port mafia?" and that was what got mori to believe you. you explained the new phone and he didn't even ask about you selling your apartment. you didn't know if he knew about anything else but this conversation went really well.

"i don't need to look through your apartment, y/n. i'll take your word for it." he passed the keys back before dismissing you. with your back turned to him, a smile creeped onto your face. you wouldn't know for at least a year but for now.. you were both safe.

walking into your own office, an envelope with a red wax seal was on the middle of your desk. it wasn't there before.

opening it, you could make an educated guess of who it was from. there was a sheet which read "7280285E" . and then below it the address of where an abandoned building used to be, the same one you and osamu would sneak into when you were 15. but why would he put the emergency armed vault's code too? until you remembered the building was demolished and turned into an apartment complex.

it hit you immediately after what you needed to do, you added up all of the individual numbers in the code: 7+2+8+0+2+8+5. equalling to 32. osamu wouldn't stop there. 3+2=5. searching up the new building, the apartments that were in there did have one called 5E. you knew that was where osamu wanted you to go.

once the day was over, you got into your car and just drove. you smiled at the kind receptionist as you beelined for the elevator. the glowing circle with an 'E' in the middle was begging you to push it. as you were carried up you felt nervous. what if it wasn't him? what if it was the worst news ever behind that door?

walking as fast as you could without appearing suspicious, you found the door. the keypad stared at you as you knew what code was needed for access. "7280285". engraved into your memory. walking in felt like a fever dream.

a large cardboard box sat on the counter of the unfurnished room waiting to be a home. opening it carefully revealed books. classics, new releases, romance, fantasy.. and then your favourite at the bottom. the spine was broken and it was completely annotated?

you skimmed over the pages noticing every paragraph there was a word highlighted in a familiar green, contrasting the purple covering the rest of the words. the green words read in order:

stars, crows, television, don't, worry, sweet, safety, is, here, come, every, 4th, weekday, dogs, grouse, naive, they, it, noodles

you couldn't help but laugh at the random words he sprinkled in. but your message was clear on how to communicate with him. every thursday you will leave a book mindlessly annotated for him to read between the lines of and he will do the same.

it won't be easy, but you will find eachother again.

sorry this was long and for not updating the past few days! i was busy writing this and my practices were all over the place! i got carried away but i think i will work on some multis stuff because those seem to be loved. thank you for all the kind messages and i love to speak to people!

[l-love-writing]

Dazai dies instead of Odasaku and Odasaku starts a normal life. Headcanon.

*Well in this one Odasaku is not dead yet. I love Odasaku, he is someone who is easy to empathize with.

*Now let's imagine that Dazai died that day instead of Odasaku. Dazai wanted to protect Odasaku and that's why Dazai died.

*Odasaku will become depressed because both his children and Dazai are dead. (We know how much Odasaku cares about children. Moreover, I think Dazai was like a younger brother or child to Odasaku.)

*Meanwhile, he will leave Port Mafia and will not do much work because he is depressed. But I think if there's one thing to do when you're depressed, it's to write. When Odasku fell into depression, I think he started doing his favorite hobby to distract and relax himself. He often goes to the children's and Dazai's graves.

*Odasaku will have to come out of depression after a while. He plans to get a normal job and work. Then he starts looking for a job.

*Then he realizes that he wrote too much. He looks for a place to print these articles, but it is not that easy.

(I had done some research before. Frankly, there are fraudulent publisher. Plus, large publisher that are safe generally do not risk themselves with novice writers.)

*So he started simply and started writing short articles in magazines and newspapers. Of course, since he was not yet in a position to earn all his money from writing, he worked at other jobs.

*After a while, he continues to write short articles in magazines until he receives an offer from a good publisher. After receiving a good offer, he becomes confused about the novel he will write.

*After all, Odasaku has a lot of topics he wants to write about. It's hard to choose one and he want to get off to a good start. After a long struggle, he publishes his first book. This book turns out better than he think.

*After Odasaku's financial problems are over, he wants to deal with Port Mafia. He wants to do this for some kind of revenge but he knows the dangers of this.

*That's why he tries a different method and keeps his identity secret and sends the information he knows about Port Mafia to Port Mafia's enemies. While doing this, he kept his identity secret from everyone and never did anything like that again. But he's glad to know Mori will have things to deal with.

*Odasaku earns a lot of money from books. He then begins donating money to several orphanages. He plans to adopt a few children, but after what happened, he doesn't have the courage. He continues to visit the cemetery every month.

*Odasaku can finally live life a little calmer.

(Thank you to everyone who read this far. Sorry if I have any spelling mistakes. Actually, after finding a topic to write about, I can't write because I'm ashamed.)

[universallychaoticpan]

My colleague just lost something I lent them. It's not expensive, but it's precious to me because my grandpa bought it. So I'm kind of upset rn :( Can I maybeee.. perhaps.. get a headcanon or scenario where Dazai and Ranpo comfort the reader in this situation, please? Either Dazai or Ranpo just fine!

Thank you🥺🤍

I'm sorry, that sucks. I really hope you get it back, whatever it is, and I hope this make you feel a bit better. They are a bit short, but I hope you enjoy. <33

Dazai had an odd relationship to his family, which was to say there really wasn't one. Even you didn't know the extent of his life before he'd joined up with the port mafia years ago. For all you knew, the first 18 or so years of his life were just a vague mystery.

But you weren't like that.

You knew your family, your parents,your grandparents. Unlike him, you were connected to them. So when he found you so sad, brushing it off like there was nothing wrong, he knew there had to be something he could do.

Though you denied anything being amiss, Dazai was and always had been a persistent man. (At the very least, he got what he wanted no matter what.) You almost didn't want to tell him. It seemed so trivial, getting so worked up over a lost trinket. But you remembered when your grandfather had given it to you, and now you wondered if you'd ever get it back or id you'd live with the small pang that sang in your chest when you thought of it.

But he didn't make you feel ashamed when the truth came out. In fact, he nodded. He told you he understood; when you were like him, you spent your life feeling like you were never grounded. But you had a family that kept you harbored when life got rough. Even if he didn't have it himself, he knew what having a family meant.

And he promised that you had his help looking for your belonging until you had it back safe and sound.

Well Mr. Genius here didn't even need five seconds to tell what was going on. By the time you had filled him in on what you'd lost, he was brushing the tears from your eyes, fixing his jacket, and holding out his hand.

"Come on," he said cheerfully. "We're going to find it if it takes us all day!"

Now you weren't going to lie, the last thing you wanted to do was leave your apartment and go sleuthing around the city. Frankly, you wanted to curl up on the couch and disappear within a pile of blankets. But you sighed and took his hand, and after a few minutes of walking, you did start to feel better. It was a nice day; the sun was out, the air was fresh from the last night's rain, and you could almost ignore your sadness for a moment.

"Please tell me you know where you're going?"

He played at mock offense, pressing a hand to his chest and sighing dramatically. "You wound me! Doubting my abilities like this. Of course I know where I'm going."

This ended up not being true. You walked through winding streets, across busy roads, through back alleys and in circles for about two hours, your sides aching with laughter from Ranpo's jokes. daza

In the end, he'd had to use his deduction to find your way home. (Just as you'd predicted, he'd gotten you lost.) And you didn't find what you were looking for. But you fell asleep that night after he promised he'd go looking the next morning. And you knew you could trust him to find it.

[soukokumychildren]

It's my birthday, have a special write dedicated to it

“Sorry you had to stay open so late. I completely forgot about the date.” Dazai scratches his cheek to a bakery staff that looked a little tired. She eyes him semi-suspiciously for the briefest of moments; at this late of an hour, a man dressed in black, a scar running down his bandaged eye, and a sharp, red-eyed gaze. His features seemed soft enough to trust, deceiving as it may be. She smiles. 

“No worries. I’ll have it out for you. I froze it a bit, if you don’t mind, we had the heater cranked up in the shop today.”

“That’s fine, my daughter’s birthday is tomorrow. Or…” He checks his phone and squints at the dim light. 

“Today, rather.” He corrects, as it was five past midnight, now.

“You kept me waiting, knuckle-head. Do you know how little sleep I’ll be receiving because of you?” Calls an annoyed, yet joking tone as the woman reappears with a pale orange cake (Dazai notes how Chuuya would have felt jealous from encountering this interaction between them. It's a cute thought, so he mentally slides it away to keen over later). It’s carved and shaped like a pumpkin for the telltale fall of October. Dazai made sure to ask for it to appear as realistic as possible. Along with it were branches that held cartoon black cats and witches, ghosts, skeletons, you name it, there was aplenty.

“My apologies, my apologies.” The brunette saunters up to the counter with a shit-eating grin.

“Busy day today? Your shelves are missing most of its stock.”

The woman snorted, or held in a scoff and it slipped by anyway. “Yeah, definitely saved me the trouble of putting the inventory away, but me and the guys worked our asses off.” Gently, she packages the cake away in a white box, almost gingerly, even, making sure the shipment and its contents weren’t going to crush anything delicate.

“Store this somewhere cool, or all our work will be for nothing,” she jests, placing the box on the counter. “5,948.40, if you will.”

“Sure thing.” Dazai flicks out his credit card held between his middle and index finger. She takes the edge of it and swipes it after dialing up the accurate amount.

“Speakin’ of busy, your little friend isn’t with you.” She notes to the vacant spot beside Dazai. For some silly reason he looks beside himself, as if to entertain her.

“Oh, Chuuya?” He asks, cocking a head to his blind spot.

“He’s taking care of my little girl.” He’s careful not to spill the our hanging in the air around his lips, as he didn’t care to tell anybody about his personal relationships—with his husband, no less.

“Is he? Never pegged him the type to babysit.” The woman returns his card as Dazai snickers. “He’s actually a real softie, y’know. Especially when it comes to kids, if you can believe it.” From a standpoint of seeing the redhead so often with a scowl and/or a serious expression, it almost felt like he was cranking out the most labor lies on the block.

“Can’t say I’ve heard that story before.” She checks the cashier. “Receipt?”

“That’d be great.”

She hands him a slip of paper.

“Thanks for staying open late. That was nice of you.” He tips a bill of 10,000 yen to her, personally. “Keep the change.”

“Wait, what?—”

Dazai turns, halfway towards the door with parsal in hand.

“Hang on, sir, you seem to have made a mistake—”

“Night, ‘mam. ‘Till we meet again!” He salutes her with one arm before going back to cradling the box. He could hear a faint: “You…too.” Before a jingle rang through the muffled doors and glass of the shop as he shut the door behind him.

Dazai only walks a few paces, before hearing familiar sets of guns click around his vicinity.

“Salutations…undistinguished guests.” He greets, tucking the receipt under his thumb casually, though rather uncaring for it.

“There’s no way you can be a mafia-boss. You’re either toos brave tah stand around wit guards or yahs just plain stupid.” A man with a sort of drawling accent where he dragged his s’s pulled closer. The nozzle of his gun was aimed at him, as many other muzzles were, stashed away in the shadows. Dazai takes in the distinct shadow he makes. Judging from the fine line of a lump the light cast for his silhouette, he has a pony tail, and a cigarette. Though the vile smell of the smoke was a dead give away.

“Drop the cake, princess. Ya ain’t foolin’ anyone wit’ it.”

“No way, I just spent a pretty penny on it.” He retaliates, his sharp sense of smell latching onto every scent surrounding him. The metal of guns and gunpowder, the salt of the sea.

He’a come across this smell before, and immediately pinpoints it as the Octo organization, strict on building their hide-outs beside the sea, so they could use stolen submarines to escape. 

They cropped up at the beginning of the month, and Vigilante seemed to destroy them had they set foot on their turf or started fucking with either of their affiliates. So far Intel progressed enough to uncover they were from overseas. They had a mass of weaponry and aimed to shoot down the head of Mafia.

“Fish outta water, huh?” He asks coyly, still not bothering to turn around despite being held at gunpoint, “what are you doing so far from the shore? Must be getting hard to breathe this far on land for sea-dwellers like you.”

“Funny ‘yer insulting us. Ya ain’t got guard. Yer unarmed. All ya gotchaer are ya wits. That enough to take a bullet, sweetie?”

“I’d advise you to watch your mouth. Only my husband refers to me as such.” His voice drops an octave, threateningly. His expression remained between a shift of neutral poker face and a smile.

“‘AN NOW HE’S THREATININ’ US!” He barks out in laughter, his mates howling deliriously.

“Ya really are sometin arentcha? That’s cute, really.” 

The way he mumbles around the cig really irks the brunette. He wants the man to choke on it, burn himself halfway down his throat and die.

“Enoff chit-chat. Let’s cut to the chase.”

“Excellent idea.” Dazai agrees, preparing to step forward. “You guys think for a while like the numb-skulls you are, and I’ll maintain my schedule by arriving back home on time before my little-chibi-wife finds out I was gone.”

He hears blustered stuttering amongst the group.

“You dog! You think you can mess wit us an get away with it?! You ain’t goin anywhere!”

“Oh, so that insults you—?”

The brunette felt the barrel of the gun nudge against the back of his skull, stranded in the curls of his soft brown hair, which didn’t bother him in the slightest.

“I’ll blow yer head off, ya bloody scoundrel, I’ll—”

“Pity.” Dazai interrupted him, as if spitting out the word.

“I was going to let you live if you didn’t touch me.”

“ANH?”

“Ah well. Plans always change, I suppose. Oh, and it’s ex-mafia boss, to you.” Dazai closes his eye and grips the cake box a tad tighter.

“WHO CARES, YA BLOODY RAT!? WHO DO YOU THIN—”

BANG!!!

Dazai heard the delightful sound of a body crumble and collapse, a gun clatter to the concrete. He smells the telltale scent of blood, and the cigarette trails off its aroma in such a way to alert the brunette it departed from its original owner.

He sighed with a bout of pleasure, before taking his feet to bring him to a leisurely stroll.

“BOSS!?” One of the men yowled, like a cat, which grated on Dazai’s ears.

“Sigh.” 

He heard a gun adjusting behind him. 

“YOU’S PIECE ‘A SHIT! YOU’LL PAY! YOU’LL—”

Just then, before the man could pull the trigger, another man before Dazai solidified, brandishing a scalpel.

Scarlett eyes, a menacing expression, a cloak of darkness.

“I’d prefer if you clean this up quietly.” Dazai spoke airily, as the scalpel had long been flicked into the man’s direction, carving a deep crevice into his thick skull.

The ground rattled with the collapse of what Dazai assumed to be a rather burly man with either a lot more fat or more muscle, or both. Either way, it didn’t matter anymore.

“I’m off schedule because of you.” The brunette spoke with a note of pity, maybe sorrow, under the voice drenched so deeply in darkness the man could vouch to be the very essence of it.

His figure appeared more lean, and the shadows of his face only grew. The light around the surrounding area seemed to dissipate, the shadows swallowing up anything that emitted a source of light in a ten foot radius. The overhead street light extinguished entirely.

His eye opened, now, a dark red, like cut-open flesh, yet shined like a blood moon. “Dispose of them swiftly. I can’t waste any more time of little leeches like them.” 

The prince of darkness whisked away as the very blades, cards, and various other weapons alongside abilities, vanquished all the foes left behind flawlessly, disposing of them in a timely matter and settling back into the seclusion of the shadows. Various eyes trailed at the lingering path Dazai took, the night having swallowed him a long time ago, no traces of his arrival nor departure, personally, to be seen.

The only thing remained behind the trail of Dazai were only a few splatters of blood, none of which was his own act of doing. and a flickering street light that suddenly, with a buzz, it flickered and snuffed out.

[karmaisahumanbeing]

A little more about Karma?

// OOC: (this gets very long, I apologize in advance)

I sort of rambled a lot about Karma in the main post, but I still have a few things to say that I was worried about adding, because I didn't want it to be too long! (long like that sentence, gosh..)

Anyway,

From what we know about his story, he was sold to a slave dealer when he was only a child and then along the way, ended up in Ace's hold. He's completely given up by the time he meets Fyodor, as he tells our favourite russian "you should just give in."

That gives us a few bits of information, especially if we embellish a little.

Karma is fatherless. Poor soul...

Seriously though, he doesn't even mention his parents when recalling his backstory. It's easy to assume he's never met them, or he ignores their existence because they were the ones to sell him off?

It's more of a headcanon i guess, but I assume Karma has gone through more than a few owners due to the fact that he's still alive when we are introduced to Ace. If he still had some fight left in him by the time he gets to the pm, Ace would have probably just killed him. Plain and simple.

I assume Ace's territory is underground, just because I can't see any windows around the place. Due to this, living with Ace would have added another level of helplessness and isolation.

This isolation would lead to Karma thinking highly of Ace, because while he's cruel and all that, if he says he's smart and no one disputes this then he is, right? he has fifty men by his side, and was organizing a mafia takeover. Ace was probably the strongest person Karma ever knew, so yes, he thought highly of him

Subsequently, if Karma were to have survived Ace's downfall via Fyodor, I imagine he would've spent a long time unsure of himself and just living day by day, trying to make decisions for the first time that were always made for him before.

Also, he overshares and trusts people with information about himself easily. I mean, he spilled his entire backstory to Fyodor WITHOUT A SINGLE PROMPT. he definitely has trust issues, but literally can't stop himself from saying things that can be left unsaid.

With a backstory like that, our current Karma has got to be a little fucked up, right? So, things I headcanon about Karma are:

He's completely socially inept. He never had to have conversations before, so he's not very good at them (totally not self projecting)

expect lots of "uuuh.." "You're... uhmm..." "... totally.. uhm..." kinds of things, and lots of sorrys!

To make matters worse, he has a lot of social anxiety, which sometimes becomes so bad it puts him in these states where he can't even talk.

not being able to talk makes him more stressed, to the point where he starts to shake, and he can work himself up to a panic attack pretty easily

He's jumpy around even the slightest mention of the port mafia, thinking that the entire port is after him and all that. he's extremely paranoid about it all

he doesn't know anyone by how they look, and he doesn't even know most of them by name. mentionable people he does know the names of is Chuuya, Koyou, and Dazai. he doesn't know Mori by name, because Ace always referred to him as "boss"

He knows next to nothing about the outside world. he's freshly escaped, and nothing is familiar anymore after years of slavery and being kept away from people.

honestly, he would probably be semi-illiterate, but that makes things difficult blogging lore-wise so I'm ignoring that

He thinks of Fyodor as his saviour, and looks up to him

He knows very well what money can do in this world, especially after living with Ace for so long, he's become a bit greedy and/or protective of what little money he has.

deep-seeded abandonment issues. totally not projecting.

i hope that all made sense. i might feel silly later and add more, who knows...

[amenemisa]

Ok well, i know quality is just a mess :') i still am too busy but again i started to think about them more than anything... And i have a notebook that 19 years old like me. AND IT RUNS PHOTOSHOP CS4!! So i decided to draw my fukumoris there but i need to handle that quality eheh...

So so so i had a long long story for this drawing but i won't come here now cause this is an event that coming true long time later. I want to make a different thing. Hm... Though i drew few sketches, i will put them here then write the story here~

"The day came, Fukuchi has died. Yokohama was recovering it's wounds, everything came to normal except one thing: Agency had to tranfer a member to the mafia... The sun was shining, children were enjoying the goodness of weather. This day, agency's president and mafia's boss arranged a meeting at a park. Fukuzawa brought Kunikida, Dazai, Yosano and Tanizaki with him. On the other side, Mori brought Kouyou and Black Lizard Team with him. They met at the center of the park. They we're staring each other with sharp gazes. Fukuzawa didn't want to give any member of agency to mafia. But in the end they were here and Mori was smiling mischievously. 'So Fukuzawa Dono, everything came back to the normal, right?' Fukuzawa's eyes were closed, tried to ignore him. But he noticed that Mori's voice was not calm like he always had. That made him to open his eyes and look at him. Mori was smiling but this smile had nothing in it like old times. Actually Fukuzawa could say that Mori was stressed out and not trying to hide it.

When Mori noticed that Fukuzawa was aware of his situation he started to talk again. 'You see, we had an arrangement.' His eyes locked into Fukuzawa's after he looked every member of the agency. Fukuzawa tried to make his voice got out stable, not full of anger. 'I won't give you any of my members of agency." Actually he managed to keep his voice calm but Mori could see the sharpness of his eyes. 'Yes well, i helped you because of this arrangement. And now you're turning me back. I wasn't expected something like this could come from you.' Mori's voice was joyful but still cold. 'I said do not choose Yosano Sensei.' Yosano suddenly turned her gazes to Fukuzawa. She... Mori said her that Fukuzawa was ready to give her to mafia. 'I won't choose her.'

Mori's voice tone suddenly changed to an another coldness level. His eyes never left Fukuzawa's eyes. 'And i won't leave you any opportunity to take my-' Mori interupted him. 'My apologizes Fukuzawa Dono but if i had an arrangement with someone or an organization i always gain what i want. You promised me, i promised you. I did what i said to you, protected the agency. It's your turn now.' Fukuzawa closed his eyes with an anger, he knew he couldn't win this game. Dazai, other hand, wanted to talk but he knew he couldn't win against to Mori either. Mori like he noticed Dazai's annoyance talked. 'I don't want Dazai Kun either.' His tone didn't change. These words and Mori's behaviour were making Fukuzawa curious more. He couldn't resist to ask.

'Then who do you want?' Mori smiled him, his eyes were on him but Mori was in an another time. He was not there, nearly a minute went. Mori suddenly smiled gently which was real. Fukuzawa didn't like this. 'You won't like my answer.' Fukuzawa didn't like this either. He quietly sighed, and waited for the answer. 'I want you to join mafia Fukuzawa Dono.' Mori said all in one breath. And managed to pick everyones eyes up on him. Some of them made loud rejections or surprised voices. He was still with his mask, the barriers were around him but Fukuzawa could see the fear or mostly annoyance. 'What are you talking about?' Mori locked his eyes to him. 'I mean what i meant. I need your company, actually Yokohama needs...' he sighed with an out of annoyance. He waited a moment,then talked.'Yokohama need us.' Fukuzawa kept his gazes on him nearly a minute. Tried to understand what Mori was saying to him. He then opened his mouth but Mori was faster than him. 'Katori Saito, do you remember?' Fukuzawa's eyes sharpened. He was talking about a dead man, he nodded. 'So i am honored to announce to you that he is alive.' His smile was never irritating like this before. Because of that man they had hard times years ago. And Fukuzawa's himself killed him. That's because his eyes were widened. 'Excuse me-?' Fukuzawa still didn't get it. Or got it but couldn't process it.

Mori left a rough laugh to an empty space. 'I was waiting for this face.' Fukuzawa cleared his throat before he talk. 'And how do you know he's alive. I was- i killed him. With my own hands, you were there.' Mori's eyes slipped away to Yosano from him. When she heard the kill word from Fukuzawa she just couldn't help herself. She knew that Fukuzawa was an assassin before but she hear anything from Fukuzawa about this subjet before. Then Mori looked Fukuzawa again. 'Yeah, I was there too. But Natsume Sensei says the opposite. And as you can see if we won't make a proper plan or can't sync with each other Yokohama will see the worst days of its. And i can't do this without your company.' Mori waited for few seconds Fukuzawa to process what he's offering for.

Then Mori sharpened his eyes and locked them to him. 'I don't want Fukuzawa Yukichi with me. I need Silver Wolf, the bodyguard of that clinic doctor. Today's Fukuzawa Yukichi is softer than anything. Those children made you soft, right?' His cold tone was going colder at the end of the sentence. 'The Government's Assassin  Fukuzawa Yukichi, i need his company. So this is the arrangement: I take you.' His authorized voice didn't make anything easier. Fukuzawa took a deep breathe, closed his eyes, thought all about it. If that man was alive this would turn their lifes into a nightmare. Fukuzawa then opened his eyes, he felt everyones eyes on him. He bet those mafia members didn't know a thing about him that much, nor the agency... He took few steps, held out his left hand for Mori to take. Mori stared at that hand, Fukuzawa always used his right hand. Ah damn... With hesitation Mori took his hand, Fukuzawa espicially was checking something. Something that he was hiding always under his gloves. Mori closed his eyes with an annoyance. When Fukuzawa found what he wanted he made a nostalgic face while staring the space. 'Deal then?' Agency's eyes were widened. Was Fukuzawa really thinking about joining the mafia-? That couldn't be possible. But now they were shaking hands. Fukuzawa made a promise. And there was an enemy waiting for to be defeated. Fukuzawa closed his eyes. 'Deal.' "

Yeah! This is what i am thinking about! So yeah i was thinking about taking a little help from you. Who should be that man who came alive. We need to find a name -i don't like creating oc's and btw we won't talk about this man, i don't like oc's either :') but i've needed this to make their Way hehe-

And if you want to continue this, you can add an oc, i don't care. Just you should find a new name, an ability and a past for this man eheh ᕕ( ՞ ᗜ ՞ )ᕗ

[imtiredmandontquestionit]

Realistically thinking about recent bsd chapters

So people have been so delulu over the new chapters so I'm gonna do some realistic thinking. Most of the characters that have "died" will most likely survive. I feel like the only reason Asagiri would kill off Dazai is to add some major character development to Atsushi, and any other character who knew him. It's still entirely possible Dazai will indeed die, but a small chance. Sigma is a character I feel is entirely possible to kill off. The reasons he would die is 1, to keep Fyodor's ability a well-kept secret, 2, because he's Asagiri's favorite. I feel like it's a 50/50 chance if Sigma lives or dies. Aya next. Knowing how Asagiri writes, I feel like Aya will survive this. There's a few different possibilities I've thought of since she's one of my favorite characters. 1; She will die, get turned into a vampire, and then be alive again when the vampirism is cured. It's highly unlikely all the vampires will die. There's no way Asagiri would kill off THAT many characters/people. 2; She will gain an ability before death. Seeing as a lot of our characters focused on do have abilities, combined with the fact she is still quite young, could mean she does have an ability and just doesn't know about it, which is entirely possible seeing as Atsushi didn't know about his ability. 3, the least likely one, Bram will save her just before she hits the ground. As soon as he regenerates his limbs, he could possibly save her. It's unlikely, but still possible. I'd do theories on how Dazai could survive, but there's plenty of those out there already. Now onto the vampires, I personally don't think there's a possibility that the vampires will die once the vampirism is over. There's WAY too many characters as vampires, plus, a ton of other people around the world are vampires. There's no way that many people will be killed off. Plus, both Atsushi and Dazai have tried to "wake up" vampires from their vampire state, they didn't succeed, but that implies that it's possible. Another reason is Francis said in season four that he always sides with the winners, and the Detective Agency will win this. This could indeed be incorrect, but I've chosen to take it as foreshadowing. Moving on, the agency members. Fukuzawa is most likely going to die. There's just no way I can see him surviving, except Yosano coming to save him, but we don't even know where she currently is. Tanizaki and Kunikida, I personally believe they will survive. Fukuchi has no current reason to kill them that I'm aware of, correct me if I'm wrong though, it's been a while since I've read the manga in extreme detail. Ranpo, he'll probably survive, he's so far only been stabbed in the hand and knocked unconscious. I'm pretty sure he's just laying unconscious on the road somewhere. Atsushi, we saw in chapter 110 that he's about to become a vampire, but it's possible the table will fall on Akutagawa or something like that. IF Atsushi DOES become a vampire, which is unlikely but still possible considering the amount of times authors have turned the main character into the thing they're fighting (ex, Demon Slayer where Tanjiro states "If I ever do become a demon, I trust someone in the corps will behead me for the greater good. DEMON SLAYER MANGA SPOILERS; Then at the end he becomes a demon and is cured later on.) it is still possible for Atsushi to become a vampire and be saved later on. We haven't seen much of the Port Mafia so I won't be saying much about them. But I will talk about Chuuya. SO, I feel like Chuuya is somewhat conscious. AND the gun he has, I'm pretty sure he showed up with. That can lead to all the theories about how Dazai will survive, which I will not be getting into today, maybe another day though. I personally am really hoping for Verlaine to show up. The "storm" he's waiting for in Stormbringer could be the apocalypse or something similar. It's implied he can still manipulate gravity, but just not as well/long as before. Even without his gravity powers, he still is the King of Assassins, and the person who trained Gin, Kyouka and many, many others.

Seeing how skilled those two are, having only been trained by Verlaine, we can assume how powerful Verlaine is, even without his gravity manipulation. Another theory, way less likely, is Kyuusaku (Q) making their reappearance. We don't know what happened to them after season two, so for all we know, they're alive somewhere, perhaps back at the Port Mafia, or living their life somewhere. They stand a pretty high chance at beating Fukuchi once and for all. They, however, have no motivations to fight him. They love chaos, which is exactly what is happening. BUT, they seemed to have a character change when John tortured them in season two, so perhaps they'll not even care and just fight him for fun, or to add even more chaos to this. Also, in an interview, Asagiri mentioned teaming up Tetchou and Jouno as rivals later on, so I'm excited to see how he goes along with that.

TLDR; Most characters will probably survive, with the exception of maybe Sigma, Fukuzawa, and Dazai(?). Atsushi probably won't become a vampire, Aya will probably get an ability. Detective Agency will probably win.

[nekos-nightmare]

BSD Dazai Osamu x Reader: Summer Vacation.

The story was based on the Bungo Mayoi Card- 0316 Dazai Osamu: Summer Vacation and the time is two years after he left the Mafia.

You guys can look for the story here: https://bsdmayoi.fandom.com/wiki/0316_Dazai_Osamu

It's just an old draft so not good and my health is quite bad, after getting better, I will start to focus on writing more.

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After many days off, and relaxing on the beach, the holiday is finally over. Time passed so quickly, yet the night had fallen to cover the coast, leaving all the bustle of the morning left with an unusually quiet landscape.

While everyone is enjoying the last day of the holiday, you feel a bit empty. Turns out Dazai was gone, normally it's at times like this that Dazai is the one to make things busier but where is he now? A little worried, you search the room, asking each person but no one knows where he went. Suddenly, you subconsciously look out the window, towards the bright moonlight in the night, and you immediately realize that there is a familiar figure in the distance standing in the cold seawater.

You quickly put on a thin coat and ran out quickly, looking for that person's shadow. You just kept walking along the beach, walking without knowing when it was too far from the hotel, but strangely, you didn't feel scared at all about it. All you do is let the moonlight guide your way to finding that person.

Finally, you come to a rather deserted area, perhaps because few people are passing by but the trees around are tall, and all over the sand are seashells, snail shells, and starfish that were hit by the waves. The scene looks romantic but full of sad feelings.

You finally found him.

In the distance, Dazai was in the middle of the sea, he kept walking until the water level was a little higher than his ankles before stopping. Dazai holds small fireworks in his hands, lights them up, and then gently swings his arms, the rays of light from the fireworks shoot out with his gentle movements, combined with the starry night sky that looks like [Fireworks are falling along with the stars].

Dazai's eyes were constantly glued to those rays of light, even though he was smiling, his gaze was a bit lonely. That scene made your heart burn like fire, you tried to walk to him step by step, despite the waves that seemed to stop you along with the bone-chilling water in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, the waves are not too strong, so you can easily overcome them. You stopped when you were only a few feet away from Dazai, standing looking at his lonely back in the middle of the sea. Dazai's eyes were still focused on the light trails of the fireworks, reflecting the rays of light like a mirror, as if it were reflecting the starry night sky.

"Dazai..."

He suddenly jumped when he heard your voice calling his name. It seems to be because his mind has merged with the ocean, to the point where he no longer realizes that you are near. Seeing his surprised face makes you more nervous because Dazai rarely shows that kind of expression.

"(Y/N), you shouldn't be here, you'll catch a cold," Dazai replied, his voice a little shaky, his face seeming to relax a little.

"I'm not that weak, you're the one who shouldn't be here in the middle of the night.."

"I'm just enjoying the beauty of this beach, it's just that it reminds me of some memories."As soon as Dazai finished his reply, you immediately realized he was thinking about his old friends, unfortunately, one of them is no longer in this world.

Dazai reached out his arm, gently patting you on the head. Feeling the warmth from his palm, you feel a lot lighter inside. Suddenly, his hand is intertwined with yours, holding it tightly, and the other hand moves as if drawing something in the air:

" When I wave this sparkler around, I can write and draw things in the sky. Do you know what I just wrote?

“No, how could I have guessed when you were moving so fast?” You giggled because Dazai looked like a child playing with his toy.

“Then I will slow it down this time.”

[ I love you.]

Your cheeks start to blush, but you quickly realize the difference, you pout:

“Stop teasing me, obviously this is a different word right?”

“Because this is for you, it was a secret just now.” Dazai chuckled, pulling your body into a tight hug.

Your body is now filled with this sweetness, and your hands are on Dazai's cheeks, giving a warm smile.

"Don't worry, I will never leave you."

Dazai's heart is now a bit heavy mixed with happiness. Because two years ago, he used to have fun on this beach with two old friends with the hope that the joy would last forever, but it never came true. He is afraid that one day you will be like them and will leave him from this world.

Dazai hugs you tighter, his feelings are getting stronger, he wants to scream or cry like a child, and wants to be comforted by you. He wants to be relieved of the pain that he has endured by sharing with you his burden, but he is also afraid that it would affect you.

The space is very gloomy now, just two people hugging each other in the middle of the sea, the waves are no longer rushing like before, the sea wind howls, through each rock crevice as if singing, and the moon is bright and the stars are shining down as if blessing you and him.

Suddenly a voice came from afar, maybe other people were looking for the two of you, you went out for too long without telling the others, so it's natural for them to worry. You hurriedly pulled Dazai's hand to the shore to find your way back. Seeing that, he carefully carried you into his arms like a princess and moved quickly to avoid other people's eyes.

“Shall we take in the stars with a drink?”

"All right." You gently stroked his hair, thinking that sometimes it's okay to indulge him a little bit.

[soukokuchild]

don't mind my random angst soukoku thoughts 🫶🏻

At first Chuuya didn't care that that shitty Dazai left the Port Mafia. He was relieved, even. He didn't understand why everyone was making such a big deal.

Well, he got it, Dazai was a big shot. He knew way too much of the mafia and if only one of those secrets ever came out, It would've been the end.

No, that wasn't the point. The point was: there was an empty executive position and Chuuya knew he lived up to that role. Everything was great and worth a '89 bottle of Petrus. He even stopped thinking about how for a moment his brain didn't fully processed what Mori told him.

"Dazai left the Port Mafia. From this moment on he's a traitor."

Dazai. A traitor. Yeah, it was possible. Dazai was as unpredictable as a storm, you couldn't have known of the extent of the damage until it wasn't too late. That's why get rid of him was a priority.

Surprisingly, Chuuya didn't partake in the mission. He had better things to do, according to his words.

The next few days were the most chaotic. The traitor was nowhere to be found and Chuuya looked like the only one who didn't care about it. He completed his missions as always, actually earlier than usual. All reports were filed at the end of the day and the meetings went smoothly.

There was no bandage-wasting-device ready to annoy Chuuya with the most absurd requests anymore –Dazai once asked him to get a microchip because otherwise he would've ended up in a kennel–. No more stupid mackerel sneaking into Chuuya's house just to mess up all his hats.

None who, by the end of a mission, obviously abandoned him but only after taking care of his wounds and leaving his hat and coat a few steps away from him.

And if in the following days Chuuya happend to shout "oi shitty Dazai, cut the crap!" towards an irritating voice that obviously couldn't belong to Dazai, he ignored it. He brushed it off even when he went home and expected to find yet another idiotic joke from Dazai as usual, only to find everything exactly as he left it. No sign of a tacky bastard sleeping on his expensive couch.

He brushed it off even when he noticed that none mentioned Double Black ever again and how little by little everyone in the organization got used to Dazai's absence. Like he never existed.

After Dazai's escape, Chuuya he realized that he was the one who kept to remember every single hassle given to him by that suicide fanatic. Even the crumpled page of a report reminded him of the times when it was Dazai who purposely destroyed all the work he had just finished.

Chuuya was relieved: he didn't have to deal with Dazai's bullshits anymore, so why couldn't he still find a logical sense in that escape? Why did he turn around every time he thought he heard his voice?

After all he was his partner, the other half of the Double Black –the sortest one, /someone/ would say–he should have noticed what was going on in his mind.

Sure, getting into Dazai's mind was impossible even for the mob boss, but after four years Chuuya believed he knew him better than that.

If Chuuya was so unaffected by Dazai's suddenly escape why, a few months later, he forced himself to stop thinking of all the memories they created together? Why was still that hard to delete that fucking number from his contact list? Why did he try to call him every time he got drunk?

Was that easy for Dazai to leave him behind? Because it was the hardest thing Chuuya was forced to do, after he left.

[night-dazai]

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Hey all I am sorry that I have not been posting for a week, college is too rough on me I have nothing done I am sorry😭😭😭 I will update all requests soon and the box is always open for more spice!

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SLAP! Your ass throbbed with pain and pleasure as both of them riled into your cunt and mouth “Bella ~~” one moaned out while the other grabbed your breasts harshly while calling you a whore. It has been hours you were sure but not one of them had any intentions of stopping “pls.. I cannot “ you whined when one took his dick out of your mouth only to get another harsh slap across your ass and a mean hard thrust “ shut it “ one said while the other kissed your passionately “ one more love ~”. His smooth voice wanted you to do more for him but the other made sure you did more for him little did you know they were opposites but one thing they had in common was that not one of them was stopping anytime soon “ Dazai ~~” your moan was horse and rough due to your overused vocals “ yes love/slut” both answers moving their hair from their face. 

FEW HOURS BEFORE : 

“This is a fucking time travel machine !!!” you shouted to your boyfriend, you both were supposed to find the criminal who stole the machine, arrest him and destroy the machine. “Not use it to go to the past !” you shouted while your lover was too excited looking at his surroundings “It sure is the past !” he exclaimed clapping his hands together like a happy kid. You wanted to punch the life out of this man but you could not plus just 24 hours after that you guys will automatically go back to the future or your present. 

For one hour both of you walked the streets of Yokohama seeing your past “That shop “ you said pointing at a candy shop. Dazai giggled “Yeah, after each mission, I would go there right ? Why not get some candy now ?” he asked. Both of you entered the tiny box-like shop but stopped dead in your tracks seeing a brown-haired in a black coat biting his nails instead of the food . “thaa…” you stammered while Dazai smiled but it was a sad one, before any one of you could act you already made eye contact with him “Port mafia executive Osamu Dazai “ you mumbled holding your lover's hands tightly. 

You did not know if it was excitement or what “Hi!” your lover said walking towards the confused-looking younger Dazai. He looked at Dazai for one second turned his head towards you and kept staring “That's rude “ you said smiling. “Marry me “ was all the younger Dazai said making your lover laugh “Yeah only after a few years, still I am yet to go there but we can get there, “ he said. 

Everyone in the shop was curious as to the twin-looking people but the executive seemed to be a bit too calm “Explanation? Ability?” he asked calmly. Dazai explained the whole situation but left out important parts like how he no longer was a pm member. You thought he would think you guys were lying but for some reason, the Dazai and Dazai had some weird way of communicating.

After listening to your lover he rubbed his chin processing the information going through his head “So, you are the future me, this girl is our lover and she is an ordinary citizen (which is a lie your lover told him for safety “). And now you are stuck here for 24 hours ?” “More like 22 or 21 hours “ you corrected putting your tea cup down “Wanna spend time together ?” you asked. 

You knew Dazai from his mafia days, you were following him ( you were a detective in ADA ) but little did you expect to fall for him and seeing his younger self made you want to know him as a person and not some living person you read from a file. 

The Executive gave you one more weird look “ wanna go to my house ?” he asked. Dazai went quiet for one moment and then agreed, you had just decided to follow them both for the day and that's how you ended up in his house, stuck between both of them as you guys watched “TV “.

Both of them squeezed you as you sat with tense muscles when you felt a hand on each of your thighs, confused you looked at both trying to remove it but they didn't budge “ Dazai …???” “Why not have some fun with me ?” the executive asked smirk plastered on his face “Well you can never be as good as me, “ Dazai said squeezing you and making you shut and open your eyes “Then Why not find out “ the younger Dazai felt challenged and you could feel the cold air but you seemed to have no say plus both are your lover right ?? (you were confused ).

That's how you ended up on the large queen size bed of the mafia executive while your lover lay on it calling you to lie on his chest “I am removing them “ the executive said pulling your jeans in one pull and dragging your panties halfway done while the other kissed you making you look at him. 

“This is something new for you right ..so wet “ he said licking your juices. That's when reality hit you “What were you doing ?!!! Your lover is okay with this ??” but you could not think or talk as a whimper escaped your mouth feeling the executive move his tongue in your cunt while your lover had your top naked making you completely naked. 

“Bella~~~” he moaned pinching and twisting your nipples leaving hot wet kisses down your neck and back. Shivering you held the hair of the executive “Slow” you said as his to slow his mean pace of tongue. 

Not did you unknowingly encourage him to go faster he had you cumming 4 mins after you said that and it was a strong orgasm. Your lover laid you down on the bed and switched positions with his past self, positing at your wet throbbing cunt “In love “ voice dripping with lust he moved his entire length in. 

Breathing hard and whimpering you moved to his thrust when you felt a hand on your jaw “Put this to use love “ the mafia said shoving it and making you choke. It was hard and rough the way both of them handled you but also felt similar and … good….

Your jaw hurts and you have cum 3 or 4 times your hazy did not know “Come on the move “ your lover hissed slapping your thighs as you stopped shaking your hips to match his rough, up shots “Can… can't” you thought crying tears which mixed with your drool and cum dripping from your jaw as the mafia executive kept abusing your poor mouth. 

“ You can and will “ the executive said one last time holding your jaw tighter and shooting in your mouth for the nth time. As he pulled out your lover pulled out of your cunt, both holes leaked white cum of his and yours mixed cum and drool and juices. 

It was nasty and wet but satisfying “Switch?” the mafia Dazai asked as your lover agreed and then again you were on all fours as they did the same after cleaning their cum from both holes. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head when you suddenly noticed the mirror next to you. You could see yourself getting fucked at both ends, embarrassment flooded your mind and your body reacted “Don't tighten suddenly you slut “The mafia Dazai slapped your ass making you jerk from the reaction. 

The look in his eyes is animal-looking and soo predatorial, unlike your sweet lover. Noticing the path of your eyes was not to the liking of your lover who pulled his dick out of your mouth “Eyes on me Bella “ his voice was firm and stern but still warm unlike the person fucking your cunt. 

He suddenly kissed you, it was rougher than before and more harsh grip on your chin. ADA Dazai stared at PM Dazai “Oh… I see “ the executive said giving more mean thrusts making you jerk up and fall off your hands landing on your lover's lap crying and holding his thighs “ suck me off “ he ordered eyes not on you but the man fucking you. 

It felt hot, your sweet lover who had a rough fucking style was always still warm to you but suddenly became 100 times hotter as you got fucked by his past self. You eagerly sucked his tip massaging his balls while he put his head back “Yeah deeper “ he ordered pushing you a little deeper. 

Time flew like a second and you had cum thrice on both their cocks while they still seemed to have enough energy to ravishingly enjoy you two more times “Please…..no more” you begged but they were having none of that. Both were focused on giving you pleasure more than the other when suddenly one of them would make you look into the mirror and spread your pussy opening it with his fingers as his cock was in “See… see how this slutty hole is sucking me in “.

As you turned your head to stop looking from the view your lover would have your mouth used again and again as he played with your nipples like they were a toy. 

Suddenly your lover pulled you up your back in his chest as he positioned his dick at your asshole while the other Dazai got in front of your cunt “I heard this feels too good” he said and both entered you at the same time forcing you to see your fucked out messy face in the mirror asking you “ who is better ?” 

HOURS LATER : 

Kunikada sat with the most worried expression on his face you sat down panting while your lover just sat next to you smiling “Are you alright ?” he asked rubbing your back you would flinch making the blonde look at you more worried but he removed his hand. 

Yosano smiled and patted your head “ wanna rest in the office “ she offered as you nodded weakly and walked up with her help. “ Get lost “You slapped your lover's hand when he offered but he smiled and just watched you walk limping “What happened “ the blonde asked again “Nothing…..she just met me again for the very first time “ he said smiling a bit weird. 

“Dazai have you gotten a bit shorter ?” Kunida asked suddenly asking him to look at him for the first time after getting back from the past “No..why ?” Dazai asked but the blonde was gone when his phone rang “How is she ?” the caller asked “A little better but I think we should go easy on her “ the smile still plastered on his face “You should have gone easy on her “You lover shouted hanging up “ well maybe …next time “ 

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new names for lost things -- excerpt

The day they meet one Oda Sakunoske is one of their riskier ones. 

They’re both hurt, this time, Dazai nursing some cuts and a broken wrist and Chuuya having a fucked up leg from where someone had got the drop on him, and based on the way the world spins with every step, he probably has a concussion, too.

Their home is only a few streets away, Chuuya knows, and maybe the med kit is running a bit low, but it's enough. It always has to be. It’s not exactly like they have funds to go out and restock all the time, even if they spend their nights getting into trouble and dodging danger – or running headfirst into it, really, it’s not like they try to avoid it – and well-

Maybe Chuuya is worse off than he thought he was.

Dazai’s fingers dig into his side, hard enough to bruise, and Chuuya’s own hand tightens around Dazai’s hip, arms wrapped around each other like a twisted embrace. Their steps are clumsy, threatening to tip them over with every movement they make and oh, Chuuya thinks, maybe it's worse than he thought.

“We’re not going back to the house, are we,” Chuuya says, and it’s not a question. Not really.

Dazai shakes his head. “There’s an ability user who lives nearby,” he says instead of answering, “He’ll help.”

He doesn’t say how he knows the ability user, doesn’t say how he knows they’ll help them, doesn’t say anything about the man at all.

Still, Chuuya believes him. “Do you have a name? Or are we goin’ in blind?”

A grin. “Oda,” Dazai says, “Oda Sakunoske.”

And the walk there is a miserable one. With every step Chuuya gets more and more sure that his leg is broken in one way or another, because each step has him choking back a cry, just as he sees the way Dazai clench his teeth every time he shifts his wrist or moves his fingers, and fuck, Chuuya knows they're going to make it through this, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

Dazai leads them to a small house, one that's not too far from their own. It's nothing that particularly stands out, and from the outside, it just looks worn. Well kept, of course, but showing its age compared to all of the new things around it. Dazai walks up to the door without hesitation, knocks loudly, the sound echoing in the dead of night.

Sure enough, a tired looking man opens the door, and somehow, he doesn’t look surprised by what he sees. 

Anyone with common sense would probably take a look at the two of them – clinging to one another with bloodied hands and wild grins – and shut the door in their faces. They aren’t too far from Mafia territory, after all, and it’s not like the Mafia is really a secret, something only the underground knows about. Not after everything Mori’s predecessor did.

Sakunosuke, however? 

Sakunosuke only sighs, stepping back from the door and waving them closer. “You two should probably come in,” he says, not even questioning it.

Chuuya blinks, unmoving until Dazai gives him a confident grin, the kind that means he knows what he’s doing. “Trust me?” Dazai says, and though the words are playful, there’s still a hint of doubt in his eyes and-

“Of course I trust you, dumbass,” Chuuya says, and then Dazai’s grin widens, and he’s being dragged inside the house, Sakunosuke closing the door behind them.

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I've got to share with you the start to day 15 of febwhump.

Ever since the Decay of Angels incident ended, Junichiro had been working for the Port Mafia. It wasn’t the ideal job for him, as killing people and becoming one of the best assassins within a few months hadn’t been what he intended. But, he was following orders, and that kept his former co-workers at the Agency from being forced into the job he was suffering through.

Some Junichiro angst to explore his character.

FUCK MY BABY BOI

But no seriously, I never brought this up but your thing makes me wanna mention it:

I think Dazai and Tanizaki have like, one thing in common, and that's their lack of moral code. It's not the same, but it's pretty damn similar.

Like, Dazai has strictly no moral code, as long as it works, he doesn't care how the hell it's done. He only tries to keep it relatively legal for the sake of Odasaku's wish, as well as the Agency as they've become people he cared for the well-being of.

Tanizaki's is a little different, but you can see the similarities. He knows what's right and what's wrong, and sure, he actively follows what's right because y'know, society and the government and shit. But you kinda get to know him and realize when he'd said all the things he'd do to protect his sister, he meant it. Those were not bluffs.

He attempted murder on Gin, on the Port Mafia Boss himself. And I think he was chosen out of the ADA to do it, not just because his ability was best suited for it, but because his own mental state was best suited for it, aside from maybe Dazai or Fukuzawa himself.

He had people to protect, people who needed to be saved, like the President. He had no qualms in committing murder to achieve a certain peace. He, out of every other member, lacks the most morals. He'll do it if given the right reason, he'll try to kill, or try to steal, or try to burn the world down, if given the right incentive.

And I just think that's very fascinating for his character. That there's someone on the side of light, that's not against going to extreme lengths when given a proper reason to. Like Dazai, like Fukuzawa, but it's shown in a character like his so subtly, that most people wouldn't really pick up on it. Not even the ADA members, maybe only Ranpo and Dazai would notice, but still. I really like his character for that idea, and I might be wrong and this might just be an hc, but it really does suit his character, and I can not get over that XD