#and then there's reader lmao 👩🏻‍🦯

[bandaged-writer]

can't stop thinking about mafia dazai with a kobeni-like reader who's scared shitless of everything but serves when it's needed.

upon asking why reader's still in the mafia, they just go "a bonus is coming soon"

[latenightbreezeinheaven]

I just woke up and this morning, just before I woke up, I dreamed about my old crush who I had tried so hard to forget for a very long period. I can guarantee myself that I have moved on completely from him a long time ago and I was not even thinking about him in these months. However, in the dream, he was holding my hand so tight in front of my mom and he was telling me consistently that he has to go to somewhere for a short period of time and he will come back for sure and he was telling me not to worry about our relationship or our connection. And I woke up after that.

In real life, we haven't talked to each other since January 2022 so it's been like 8 months now but this is the first time I dream about him after I tried to move on from him. The touch in the dream felt so REAL that I even felt goosebumps and like an electric connection. I could feel his tough and sweaty hands and I still can feel them right now. It was so fucking real. I felt safe and warm but that was not like him from real life. The real life version of him is a heartless and detached guy who did not reciprocate my feelings and who ignored most of my messages. I wrote this because I'm feeling really exhausted right now. I don't even know if I should cry out but I swear I wasn't thinking about him in these months because I was so absorbed in my recent relationship and in fixing my emotions after that. The thing that I can't forget is his touch. 😭

From astrology aspect, we share really intense aspects. His mercury and mars were in my 12th house. His north node conjuncts my ascendant so his south node conjuncts my descendant. My lilith conjuncts his venus and his lilith opposes my venus. His mercury conjuncts my mercury and my venus. His mars conjuncts my venus. My mars trines his venus. My saturn conjuncts his sun and opposes his moon. His sun and mars conjunct my ascendant. His moon conjuncts my descendant. His venus opposes my chiron. If his birth time were accurate then it's even MORE INTENSE. If that was the case, my sun conjuncts his MC, my moon conjuncts his ascendant in his 12th house, my pluto conjuncts his IC and my mars conjuncts his descendant. His vertex conjuncts my MC and my north node. His vertex squares my venus. I swear to god I still can't forget him help me now Idk what to do. 🤦🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

I think he was karmic for me but two tarot readers told me he was my soul mate for sure. But soulmates don't hurt each other right? I also encountered lots of synchronicities and dreams about him when we were in contact. Plus, another thing odd is he was born during mercury retrograde and we met just about three days before mercury retrograde in 2021. And this is mercury retrograde time right now too. Maybe that's because of it? Like is he a mercury retrograde visitor lmao? 😭😂

Whatever, I'm going to write details in a few days about the synastry with him because he was very special for me. Actually, because of him, I found out that I had a passion for astrology and I also found out about manifestation and spirituality things. So, you can say that he is a catalyst in some ways lol. Oh and I also manifested him to fall in love with me (Don't judge me I know it was wrong but I loved him so much. He was a very special one for me). I tried for months but it didn't work. I mean it worked partially because he still hasn't removed my number from his contact (I can see it in telegram). And he also asked me out as a coffee date but I rejected because I was really young at that time and I wasn't allowed to go out alone. But right now, it's a bit more suitable for me but he's in a different state now. I don't know if fate will bring us together again but I'm hoping for the best though. Whatever, have a good day!! I just needed to rant to let out my feelings. 👩🏻‍🦯

[bandaged-writer]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗪𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗧.

↠ pairing. pm! dazai x reader

↠ genre. i honestly don't know lmao

↠ warnings. mentions of murder/blood/violence

↠ words. 1.1k

↠ summary. "It's a shame that I didn't find you before the Agency. You would've made a fine member of the Port Mafia."

↠ notes. snippet of a fic i'll never write. i just wanted to practice writing a smart character and this is the result. 👩🏻‍🦯

requests are open if anyone is interested!

It's a regular night in which the moon stands high and the Yokohama sea basks in its light. Drops of rain tumble down, blurring the neon lights into one grand panorama and softly drumming against the windows. It's a regular night in which Dazai, a ghost among men, visits Lupin, a drink in hand, Sensei next to him and the scent of gunpowder sticking to him like a second skin.

"Seems like it's only us tonight, Sensei," Dazai muses and the calico cat meows as if it's protesting. The seat Sensei is on is abandoned the moment the door of the bar opens and closes with a mild bang.

You come rushing down the stairs, clothes soaked by the rain and skin cold due to the wind, but your smile is as warm as a candle. If Dazai wasn't careful, he'd likely burn himself, but he liked it best that way.

"I'm sorry for the late intrusion," you speak in velvet tones and there's the hint of a chuckle hidden underneath, "it's raining cats and dogs outside and my umbrella got blown away. I hope you don't mind me staying here for a while."

"Do not worry. I don't mind," the bartender tells you. He's kind enough to fetch you a fluffy towel and you immediately dab your hair dry, apologizing for the drops of water sinking into the wood below.

A hot cup of chocolate is served your way, on the house, as the kind bartender said and you are eternally grateful as the sweet drink burns your tongue. The brief silence that falls over the newly-discovered bar doesn't last long. The handsome brunette sitting a mere chair away from you confidently breaks the silence.

"What is a lady like you doing out at such hours?" Dazai asks with genuine curiosity, his head tilted and regarding you with his lone shimmering eye.

"There was an emergency at work and I got called in to do a little something. It's no big deal, really." You wave your hand in front of your face, a smile on your lips and your cheeks warming up.

Dazai can't help but prod further. After all, he absolutely must know what a beautiful lady like you is up to. "Care to tell me what that little something was? I must admit, I'm rather intrigued now."

You stare into your cup of hot chocolate and let out a regretful sigh. The shimmer in your eyes disappears for the fraction of a second, but nothing ever escapes Dazai's keen eyes. "A colleague of mine was shot. As I arrived at the scene, I concluded that it was the Port Mafia's work."

Oh.

Dazai remembers that a hacker belonging to a new Detective Agency had dug up some sensitive information about the mafia. For him, it was easty to track down the hacker's location and have him killed in the process, because only a dead secret is a secret well-kept.

"Why are you so sure that it was the Port Mafia? It could've been a regular murderer, after all."

And so, you explain how the mafia treats their victims; the broken jaw, the kicked in skull and the three shots to the chest. This method of killing someone is as unique as as a Government ID and only few know of the cruel way the Port Mafia make their victims see imminent death. Not any gun's muzzle is as frightening as the eyes of a mafioso.

Calmly, Dazai closes his eyes and taps the ice-cube in his drink. You're more interesting than any person he had met in a while, capable of recognizing the mafia's way of killing, although not even the police knows of this. Truly a strange individual! Amusing, even! Dazai likes you.

"Allow me to make an educated guess," Dazai started, fingers holding his chin and a smile on his face. "You didn't come here by mere coincidence. Rather, you saw through the entire crime with the help of your Ability. How, when, where and who. That's how you knew where to find me. Am I right?"

You nod your head like a guilty man who's about to receive his verdict and spills every secret like blood. "My Ability I Can Speak gives schemes a voice and allows me to see when it happened and who executed a plan. I wanted to see who killed my colleague."

This wasn't in the files, Dazai silently thought to himself. Currently, the Agency was a small organization of three people if he included the president: Fukuzawa Yukichi, Ranpo Edogawa and Yosano Akiko. The only plausible answer was that you are a newly recruited member.

"So? What are you going to do? Be a righteous civilian and a faithful member to your Agency by arresting me or did the cat get your tongue?" Up to a certain extent, Dazai could read your motives and predict what you might do next, and yet, he has no idea. If you were oh-so-just as the Agency would like to be, then why did you tell him, a mafia executive, about your ability?

You shake your head no. "Neither. I do not have enough evidence to back up my claims against you. The crime scene was left spotless and the Port Mafia's way of killing can't be confirmed by anyone since no one knows about it." You smile into your mug, take a sip and then rest your chin on your palm. "Besides..I don't wish to arrest you. You keep me more entertained as the free man that you currently are, Dazai Osamu."

What is a deep chuckle soon turns into laughter that echoes through the otherwise empty bar and Dazai wipes a tear from his eye like you'd just told him one hell of a good joke. You certainly have the same screw loose as he does; good.

"It's a shame that I didn't find you before the Agency. You would've made a fine member of the Port Mafia." Dazai regards you with the eyes of a man who could use you to his advantage sooner or later. Although he isn't supposed to let you run loose with the knowledge you possess, he doubts you'd run your mouth like a stray dog in search of recognition, awe and everything good.

"I fear I must decline. I do not necessarily like the scent of blood and despise working at night."

At that point, Dazai didn't know that he'd grow fond of you, share drinks and books with you and even spend cold nights in your bed. He would come to regret it at a later point when the two of you stood on opposing sides of the battlefield, although he had seen it coming.