#happy birthday to the best port mafia executive

[atzidraws]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST PORT MAFIA EXECUTIVE!!!🧡🧡🧡

I'm like 2 days late but happy birthday chuuya!!!!!

Have some cute and happy Chuuya because he deserves everything!!! 🥺

[tojifile]

Dazai Osamu: The Protector

Genre: Romance / fluff

1. Happy birthday mistress.. (Masterlist)

(´-﹏-`；) PM!Dazai x f!reader inspired by Dangerously Yours The Highwayman

A young, intelligent, strong, and insightful woman; the daughter of a wealthy and powerful man. You were always kept in the safety of your mansion, there, you studied the Arts, Music, Literature, Culture, History Science, Maths, and so much more.

You were skilled in a lot of activities although you had a frail and sickly body. From time to time your father would let you outside the mansion but you must always be accompanied by a bodyguard and a butler.

The bodyguard would have to be trained in martial arts and weaponry while the butler had to be medically trained and be able to fulfill your every request. Your father only hired from the best. He loved you a lot and wanted to give you all the finest things in life; in exchange you were obedient and loved your father dearly, you were respectful and helpful as well.

Your previous bodyguard and doctor were recently fired for not being able to take care of you properly. They were quite rude to you and to the maids, once your father heard this he made their lives a living hell.

On the morning of your seventeenth birthday you met him, Dazai Osamu. Your father had a lot of connections, one being the Port Mafia, you knew this quite well and had helped the Port Mafia in the past with your intelligence.

Once you got downstairs you were greeted by your father and a young man who seemed to be around your age. The man looked well-put yet disheveled at the same time.

Your father introduced him to you as your new bodyguard. "Good morning mistress. My name is Dazai Osamu, executive of the Port Mafia." The young man spoke nonchalantly. You were a bit surprised that the Port Mafia would send an executive to be your bodyguard but nevertheless you politely bowed and introduced yourself.

Your father was delighted as you introduced yourself "Now come on dear! It's time for your birthday breakfast! Oh I can't believe you're seventeen already!" Your father dramatically exclaimed as he went behind you and gently pushed you to the dining area.

Everyone sat down around the dining table while Dazai stood quietly behind you. The table was filled with various delicacies and all your favorite foods.

It was only you, your father, and the servants who lived in the mansion so the servants would always eat with the both of you. Even if your father was a powerful man he still remained respectful to those who help him.

You stood up and faced Dazai "Dazai-kun.. please, sit down, I insist." You spoke with a soft smile on your face as you pulled the chair next to yours out. Dazai nodded softly and returned the smiled as he sat down. You sat back down and began to eat.

"My dear, Dazai will be accompanying you in town today, unfortunately I can't go with you, I'm sorry dear." Your father softly spoke "it's alright father" you replied with a smile on your face.

"Will you ever hire another butler father?" You asked "I don't think so, Dazai is well versed in your condition, there's no need to be scared my dear." You nodded softly with a smile on your face.

"Ah! Always such a good girl!" Your father happily exclaimed "I can't believe you're seventeen my dear, soon you'll be an adult!" Your father added dramatically. You just smiled fondly at your father as he spoke. Then you noticed Dazai hasn't eaten anything, you faced him "Dazai-kun? Why haven't you eaten anything?" You asked with a concerned tone. "Don't worry mistress, I'll be alright." Dazai replied, he had a soft smile on his face yet it didn't look genuine.

You shook your head softly with a worried expression on your face but you decided not to press on it. You continued eating; once you were finished everyone greeted you. "Happy birthday mistress!" They exclaimed with a smile on their face, you then thanked everyone and helped the maids fix the table.

As you picked some dishes up Dazai put his hand on your shoulder. "Mistress, you shouldn't be doing this." You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face him "I'm quite al-" before you could finish Dazai got the plates in your arms and headed towards the kitchen.

"Dazai-kun.. It's alright.." You softly spoke as you caught up to him. Dazai ignored you and put the dishes in the sink. You sighed softly and walked up the stairs with Dazai closely following behind.

You were hoping to prepare for your trip to town, after all you weren't allowed to go out of the mansion much. You went inside your room then Dazai closed the door behind him as the both of you entered your bedroom.

As per your father's orders your bodyguard had to follow you everywhere, there was not one moment that you could be alone. It felt a bit excessive but you understood where your father was coming from.

The room had an extravagant amount of books, beautiful paintings and a large walk-in closet with beautiful outfits. There was a large canopy bed in the midst of all the beautiful chaos and a large window nook. The room looked as if it were pulled from a western victorian painting.

You happily opened your closet and chose an outfit. Dazai watched your every move carefully, he was intrigued by your mannerisms and how your presence filled each corner of the room. He stayed silent as he admired you from afar.

You went into the bathroom, Dazai then stood by the door, making sure you were safe. After half an hour you finished taking a shower, you came out with your outfit on and your hair neatly kept "Dazai-kun I'm ready to go!" You spoke happily and in response Dazai nodded softly. Your sweet scent filled the atmosphere and your graceful movements weren't overlooked by his gaze.

Dazai held your arm as you walked down the stairs, making sure you wouldn't fall down. You then said goodbye to your father. You then got in the car that was in front of the mansion, ready to take you both to the main area of Yokohama.

You fell asleep during the car ride, your head was on Dazai's shoulder and he gently wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you in place.

After an hour you arrived at a restaurant in the center of Yokohama. Dazai gently tapped your shoulder "Mistress, we're here." He spoke softly. You slowly opened your eyes. Once you realized your head was on his shoulder and his arm was around your waist you blushed then lifted your head "I'm sorry!" You apologetically exclaimed as you looked away.

Dazai shook his head softly "It's quite alright mistress. I do not mind." He reassured you. He then helped you get out of the car "thank you.." you spoke nervously "You're welcome mistress." He replied.

You both enter the restaurant, this was supposed to be a father-daughter lunch but alas your father had business to tend to. You were greeted by the workers and you politely bowed back. "Ahh, happy birthday mistress, you're a bit early for your reservation, it's only 10:56 and your reservation is at 12:00." The woman at the counter spoke politely. "Oh, my apologies, thank you for your greeting and we'll come back later." You softly spoke.

"Oh mistress, will you be needing another seat for the gentleman?" The woman asked, pertaining to Dazai. You shook your head softly "No thank you, the reservation is for him and I." The woman seemed a bit shocked as you spoke. "Is there a problem?" You asked with a concerned tone "N.. No! Not at all mistress." The woman nervously replied. "Great then! We'll be back around 11:50!" You happily replied as you walked out of the restaurant.

You walked around the bustling streets of Yokohama while Dazai followed closely behind you. As you walked you felt a bit cold, Dazai noticed and he draped the coat of his suit around your shoulders. "T.. thank you.." you spoke as your cheeks started to heat up.

After a while of walking you came across your father's local shop. Although the items were luxurious there were a few local shops your father owned that had more affordable items. You were the face of each shop, you appeared in billboards and magazines all over Japan.

The main business your father had were luxurious clothing lines. You would often wear them and go to photoshoots, it was one of the few occasions you were allowed to leave the mansion.

You admired the items in your father's shop through the window. "Would you like to go in, mistress?" Dazai asked, you shook your head with a soft smile on your face. You then started walking again.

After a few more minutes of walking around aimlessly Dazai spoke "Mistress, it's nearing 11:50 we should go back to the restaurant now." You turned around to face him, the soft smile never leaving your face. You nodded softly and walked with him back to the restaurant.

"Welcome back mistress, your table will be ready in 10 minutes." The woman behind the counter spoke. You nodded softly in response. Dazai and your father were communicating every hour, Dazai messaged him about your whereabouts, how you were feeling, and what you were doing.

After 10 minutes a waiter came and lead you to your seats. Dazai pulled your chair out and sat you down like a gentleman. He then sat on his own chair, in front of you. Your father had pre-ordered your food. The food was served as soon as you were sat down.

"Thank you for the meal!" You thanked the waiter before eating. You then noticed Dazai wasn't eating anything again "Dazai-kun.. are you alright..?" You asked with a worried tone. "I'll be alright mistress, please eat without me." He reassured you with a calm tone.

You just felt more worried but you didn't push it any further. You continued to eat, you tried to finish all that you can but there was still a bit more left. Dazai still hasn't eaten anything. You sighed as you started to feel full, you got the food wrapped and you thanked the chef "It's always a pleasure to have you here mistress." the chef says every time.

Dazai held the food you had wrapped as you walked around the streets of Yokohama. You silently walked with a soft smile on your face. You turned back to him; walking backwards as you smiled. You turned back but as you did you lost your balance and was about to hit the ground until Dazai swiftly caught you with his unoccupied arm "Ah mistress! Already falling for me I see!" He teased. Your face began to heat up as he helped you stand straight.

You didn't respond to his teasing, you just looked down, feeling embarassed as you walked. Sometimes Dazai was nonchalant and sometimes he was flirty. He put an arm on your shoulder to make sure you wouldn't fall again since you weren't looking where you were going.

You both walked around Yokohama silently with his arm still on your shoulder. You couldn't deny the fact that Dazai was attractive and the way he spoke and acted around you made you feel like a swarm of butterflies resided in your stomach. His presence made you feel comfortable and happy even with the deafening silence that propped itself between the both of you.

After a while of walking you decided to go to the park. Dazai bought you some ice cream and you both sat on the bench. You looked tried looking anywhere else, just not him. The ice cream did a decent enough job at distracting you from the butterflies in your stomach, you just hoped that they drowned in the ice cream. "Mistress, am I making you feel uncomfortable?" He asked, feeling a bit concerned. You shook your head but you still didn't face him. He put an arm around your shoulder once again; bringing you closer to him.

"Would you like to eat the food now? We can eat it here on the bench, like a little picnic. Would you like that mistress?" He asked. "Only if you eat with me." You replied with a soft pouty tone. Dazai let out a small chuckle "Is that an order mistress?" He teased "yes, now it is." He smiled in response, he fixed up the food neatly on his lap and yours. "Thank you.." You whispered underneath your breath.

Dazai had a faint smile plastered on his face as you ate together. After some time you both finished eating, Dazai threw the disposables in a nearby bin. He then noticed a smudge on your face, he gently held your chin with his fingers, making you face him. Your gaze met his and he had a smug smile plastered on his face. He wiped the smudge on your face with his thumb.

You felt an all-too-familiar heat rise up on your cheeks. You removed your chin from his grasp and looked away, feeling embarassed, Dazai chuckled in response. "Mistress, would you like me to call the car now?" He asked and you nodded in response.

Dazai called the car and in a few minutes it arrived at the park. It was around 18:48 when you both got in the car. On the way to the mansion there was heavy traffic, which was unusual. You all sat in traffic for two hours with your head on his shoulder as you peacefully slept he then slipped one hand to your waist holding you close to him.

You arrived at the mansion at around 21:53, you wouldn't wake up when Dazai gently tapped your shoulder so he picked you up and carried you like a princess to your room. "Thank you Dazai." Your father spoke as Dazai was walking up the stairs with your sleeping body in his arms. Dazai nodded softly in response.

He brought some maids into your room to change your clothes he turned around as they changed you. Once they were done the maids left Dazai then tucked you in and he looked at you fondly as he sat on the chair beside your bed. "Happy birthday mistress.." He whispered softly as he watched you peacefully drift into your dreams.

Author's notes:

I thought of this type of story randomly. I myself have a condition so it's kinda fun to have this kind of trope. This is just the first chapter, there will be much more, should this be on other platforms as well?

Spontaneous post 06/21/23 22:00PM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time

[glitch-karma]

Chuuya Birthday Oneshot

Happy (Late..) birthday to the best boy, and my highest kin <333

The day was cold and rainy in Yokohama as you sat there in your small shared apartment. Your boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara, Executive of the Port Mafia, had been gone for weeks on some mission. Today was his birthday. And it was the first that you two weren't together for.

You sighed as you set the wrapped presents you had for him on your table, along with a handwritten poem that you'd made for him. Birthdays were always hard for Chuuya. He'd always put up a big fuss every time you talked about it. You had a nagging feeling it was because of the incident with Paul Verlaine a few years back. Chuuya was never quite the same since then.

You wanted to be with him so bad. Just to feel his soft lips pamper your face with kisses as you run your hand through his messy orange hair. The feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, as if he never wants to let go. The way he'd whisper in your ear that you two would stay home instead of going out to celebrate. You craved his touch.

You stood up sadly, making your way to your room to grab your phone. You and Chuuya were originally off today, but since he wasn't here you figured you may as well stop by Mori's office to see if there was any work to be done.

As you walk back into the kitchen you sense something, or rather someone, was watching you. You stop walking for the door for a second. Looking at your surroundings. You very slowly reach for your back pocket, pulling out a small semiautomatic hand gun and pointing to the celling above you.

"Jesus Doll!!"

You immediately recognized the voice as you stared up at the celling. The man you missed the most.. And you were pointing a gun at him.

"Oh my god Chuuya!" You yell, dropping the gun as he deactivated his ability, getting down on the floor. You immediately jumped into his arms as he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in tight. "that's not the reaction I was expecting from that, but it sure was a good one," Chuuya joked as he kissed your forehead lightly. "I missed the hell out of you, y'know?"

His grip on you was just as expected, like he wanted to hold you and keep you safe in his arms forever. You two stood there in silence for a few moments before you lightly pulled back, taking his hat off of his head and tossing it on the table beside you.

"Happy birthday. I'm so glad your home for it." You said, placing a hand on his cheek, observing all his facial features. His beautiful blue eyes, his almost feminine eyelashes, the small amounts of freckles that dusted his face, and of course his smile that never left his mouth.

He chuckled, kissing you again. "I couldn't stand being away from you today. All the men on the mission kept singing happy birthday and doing all this extra shit"

You laughed as you imagined how annoyed Chuuya must've been. He's never been one for big parties. He's not really one for any big celebration unless there's wine involved. Speaking of wine.

As Chuuya pulled you back into his grip, he noticed a pretty bottle of wine with a red ribbon wrapped around it sitting on the counter. His eyes lit up as he grabbed it, still keeping his grip on your waist nice and tight. ""Brunello di Montalcino Collosorbo".. You really went all out." Chuuya read the name of the wine out loud, putting his head into your collarbone, his breath lightly tickling your neck.

You chuckled, fluffing his hair. "And after we're done with that, I may draw us a nice bath.. Maybe open up that nice 87' bottle?" You said lowly, making Chuuya shudder lightly. "I am so lucky I have you." He said, standing up and pulling you into a passionate kiss. Everything was just, Perfect.

"My partner Nakahara Chuuya, A tempestuous storm, fierce and true, His fiery spirit burns so bright, A force to be reckoned with in every fight. His words cut like a sharpened blade, Yet with me, his kindness is never swayed, A complex man with a heart of gold, In his embrace, I feel safe and bold. We walk the streets of Yokohama, Side by side, no need for drama, Our bond is strong, unbreakable, Together, we are truly formidable. His crimson cloak billows in the wind, A symbol of his power, of the life he's been, But I know the real man beneath, A soul that's suffered, yet still believes. Chuuya, my partner, my love, In your presence, I soar like a dove, I am proud to stand by your side, Forever with you, through every tide. Happy birthday, Chuuya. Y/n."

(I hope it was worth the wait!!! Happy birthday Chuuya <3)

[fuutakaijyama]

HONEYMOON UN DUEX TROIS

HONEYMOON UN DUEX TROIS | Akutagawa Ryunosuke

description l You and Akutagawa meet at a company event for the Port Mafia where he invites you to dance.

includes x reader, fluff, LOTS of romance, ooc, cute meet, friends to lovers, formal events, work promotions, chara cameos, admission of romantic interest/feelings, coworkers, fem!reader.

note : here's a birthday gift for you all, ik i just started posting on here but i really wanted to put this out because i have akutagawa brain rot. (HBD to me!!!!!)

Work ceremonies were always so critical for you, the promotions, the connections, but most of all the people, this group of people in particular stuck out to you even if they were stranger then what you saw on the surface.

“Hey rookie! Over here!” Chuuya called out holding a large bottle of wine as he waved you over. “Hey Chuuya, hey everyone.” You smiled softly before turning your attention to Chuuya, you watched as he leaned over to your ear and whispered into it.

“I heard you're being promoted from junior executive to a head executive, is that really true?!” You rolled your eyes playfully, turning your head to make eye contact with him.

“I’m not even quite sure myself, we’ll just have to wait and see..!” You teased before stepping away to a corner of the room to observe everything, the feeling of bliss knowing how to perfectly describe the proud feeling that settled in your chest.

The ceremony hall finds all the executives of the Port Mafia, standing straight. Akutagawa stands beside them and waits until the ceremony starts. The ceremony starts and Mori's voice starts to sound. He announces the new executives who will be joining the Port Mafia. [Name] is among them. You both hear your name among them and looks at you. He notices that you are already staring at him, smiling. He smiles seeing your radiant figure move across the hall.

You walk down the stage, square shoulders, perfect posture, and a proud smile.

"I, am [Name] the 3rd newest executive of the Port Mafia. I look forward to working with you all." His eyes are on your every move and every word. He has butterflies in his stomach and in his head. He is speechless for a moment

"I.. Congratulations [Name], you deserve it." He walks towards you and presents you with a box of flowers as a gift "Here, to celebrate your new position in the Port Mafia."

He does his best to wink at you with his usual stone cold expression. You can feel it again, that strange feeling bubbling up in your gut, the hint of heat slowly moving from the pit of your stomach to your face, and the overwhelming amount of happiness you get while being close to him.

"Ah- thank you Ryuunosuke, what are these gifts for..? I don't believe this is a custom in the Port Mafia, to my understanding gifts are only used during special events." He places the box in your hands, the cold cardboard wrapping around your soft fingers while his own rough and unkempt ones nicked yours.

"I'm not used to giving presents either, but I've been thinking about it for a few days." He leans closer, now you can smell his natural scent, one of burnt candle wicks and dried ink with a hint of old tea stained paper.

"As a congratulations to you, my lady." He leans closer, his hands still cupping your as he softly whispers. "And also as a way to thank you for your kindness and for your gentle nature."

You reciprocate the quiet gesture. "Ryuunosuke, I don't know what to say other than thank you, your such a gentleman." You can feel yourself smiling again, resting your head on his shoulder as you feel his fingers carefully twirl your strands in his fingers.

You can feel him smiling with you now, his cold hands still playing with your hair "No problem, dear. It's always a pleasure to be around you. I hope we can spend more time together, like this."

His hand carefully brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear as if the slightest gust of wind would break it before running his hands along your head, at this point you can feel the feeling growing even more as your face flushed.

"Mr. Ryuunosuke, about the gift, just what exactly is it..?" You raise a brow carefully creating a space between you both to open the box.

He takes the box from you carefully, pulling the lid open, you hear a small nervous laugh escape him. "Oh, it's nothing serious, my dear. I just thought I could give these to you, to thank you..."

He takes out a pair of earrings from the box - a beautiful and elegant design "These are for you, It's a small gift, but I hope you like it."

"Oh my.. these are lovely.. they're such beautiful and elegant things.. thank you, boss.." You feel your smile growing wider and more pronounced. "If I may ask, are these jewel encrusted by chance..?"

He smiles at you holding your chin.

"Yes, they're made of diamonds, [Name]. And please, just call me Ryu - you are no longer a subordinate."

"I've never heard such beautiful things from such a man, you intrigue me, Ryu..” You turn your head away, your face now burning brighter than ever. "Ryu.. could you help me put these wonderful things on?"

"Of course, [Name].”

He picks up the earrings, placing them next to your ear before carefully slipping them into the holes, being careful not to hurt you. "Don't be nervous, you look so radiant tonight. Your beauty never ceases to amaze me."

He chuckles covering his mouth. "Of course, my dear. Let me help you with these.." He places the earrings in the piercing holes slowly so as to not hurt you."They look amazing on you, they enhance your beauty."

He bends slightly for his face to meet yours. "My lady, could I have this dance with you?" He places his gloved hand for you to hold, you take it feeling his gloved hands against your bare ones as he leads you to the large ballroom.

Once you get there he pulls you close, his hands on your waist and shoulder, he almost breathes in your aura "Let's dance, my dear lady.. I'll never get tired of looking at you, you know.. Your voice, your smile, your eyes, your hair.."

Now you can feel it, his warm breath by your ear, the way he's exhaling by it while his grip on you softens.

"I'm starting to fall for you, my dear lady [Name].."

[aldakat31415]

Port mafia birthday

Chuuya:

This man had no idea what to do. Yes, he knew it was your birthday. But a cake and a party and having to do all of that without telling you, kinda scared him. This was a man who could face death with a grin, he always was weak when it came to you.

So he did his best. He bought a cake box mix. He tried, and I repeat tried, to make it. The icing had to cover the monstrosity of a cake he had made. Happy birthday! In his best english that looked like a four year old had written it, cut him some slack, he's never iced a cake before. As soon as you step into your apartment he's standing there, acting very sketchy. You look behind him and see the cake, and your eyes burst into tears.

He was embarrassed to say the least, but he was happy you liked it so much.

Mori:

Mori was all business aside from when it came to his little girl, that changed when he met you. His silly more ridiculous side coming out time and time again. It was as if the port mafia had a completely new boss. But he was still Mori, so when your birthday rolled around he had a sneak little ploy up his sleeve.

You had just gotten back from a mission, strangely enough you had been sent on last minute. You didn't complain though, things would change quickly in the underground and you had to move just as fast to keep up. How else would the port mafia stay afloat?

When you opened the door you were surprised to say the least. This man had gone overboard, overboard ten fold. At least 20 cakes, from what you could see, and gifts lining the walls in giant towers. You were embarrassed just looking at the executives gathered around, but when Mori turned to face you all that left. He really did love you, as crazy as he got.

Or.

[midnight-strays]

Heyy I love your blog sm!! I was wondering if it would be possible for you to do Dazai scenario where he and reader are reminiscing about the old port mafia days (reader left the pm a little after he did and joined the ada with him) thank you so much!!

WARNING: This piece contains mentions of attempted suicide- read at your own risk.

The stars shined high above, reflecting in once dull eyes- eyes that had gained a new light in the last few years. A shiver wracked your body but you remained where you laid, soaked to the bone beside the river, staring up at the stars that continued to twinkle peacefully as if they hadn’t just witnessed you diving after your closest friend. No words had been spoken since you had fished the man out of the river, having simply pulled him to shore before laying beside him, chest heaving. You could have sworn you caught a pained look on his face, as you had made eye contact under the water, only for it to turn into his usual annoyed expression whenever someone got in the way of his suicide attempts. “

“Remember the day we met?” Dazai’s voice cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter. Had you not been desensitised years ago, you would have jumped. “Of course I do… You were sent to kill me on my fifteenth birthday.”

~

His breath tickled your neck as he brushed his nose over your soft skin, both your chests heaving and heads spinning. Pushing him off of you, you rolled over to find your place above him. “You’re good… but you need a little more practice…” you chuckled, taking the gun he had hidden in his coat, removing the clip and unloading the chamber, throwing the ammunition to one side and the gun to another. “But hey… I’m more than happy to teach you~” You didn’t miss the smirk that grew on his face before you had clashed again.

~

“You never got very far though. Days later, I was being assigned as your new subordinate. To this day, I have no idea how you managed to convince Mori to recruit me, considering he wanted me dead.”

Dazai only laughed and once again, a silence fell between the two of you, though it didn’t last very long this time. “What about the first time we sparred?” You recalled, earning another soft laugh from your companion. “I kicked your ass,” you continued, though the tone in your voice said otherwise. He had won more than the match that night.

~

The fight when the two of you met had nothing on this one. Every strike of his fists meant business, every kick and quick movement done with precision. Dazai knew what he was doing. So did you, but he had more practice and he was naturally stronger. “You’re slowing down,” he taunted you, hardly out of breath while you were struggling to keep up. Had he just been toying with you before? Did he know what was going to happen? Ducking as he hooked his fist in from the right, you were unfortunately met by his prepared knee, being sent back and onto your ass. Your nose throbbed and it had sent a shock of pain through your skull, behind your eyes and had you gasping for a breath. 

Blood dribbled down from your nose, but you wiped it with the back of your hand, smearing it on your skin as you went to stand back up. He stopped you however, hand on your shoulder, forcing you back down. “Stay down. Had this been a real fight, you’d be dead now. So stay down.” You hated that smirk on his face, the way he clearly indicated that he knew he was better than you. He knelt in front of you, grasping your chin roughly and forcing you to look up at him. “Don’t worry, I’d be more than happy to teach you~” He mocked you, his smirk never leaving as he crashed his lips against yours, all teeth and tongue before he backed off by standing up once more, wiping your blood off his face.

~

“You got better. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone improve so quickly. You were determined to return the favour.” He was right. It wasn’t long at all until you were looking at your first promotion. Then your second, and soon, you were working directly under the executive. Those days, Dazai was a lot more focused on a new recruit, Akutagawa. The poor boy, he was treated absolutely ruthlessly. You couldn’t help but have lost a lot of respect for Dazai at the time. Pulling some poor, helpless child into the cruel world of the mafia. It was a dog eat dog world out there though, who knows what would have happened to the kid had he not been taken under Dazai’s wing.

“I’ve recently found out that Chuuya is still trying to find that bottle of wine we hid. You’d think he would have found it after all this time.” You turned your head to finally look at the man for the first time since pulling him from the water, but his eyes never left the sky. “You’re kidding me right?” You laughed. “Surely someone would have found it by now.”

~

Soft snickers and hisses were heard as the two of you tried to silence each other’s drunken giggles. “We’re going to get caught,” you spoke through your giggles, which increased when he pulled a face at you, offended by the mere mention of him getting caught. “Please, the chibi is off kissing someone’s ass right now,” Dazai scoffed, opening the heavy door that lead into one of the many offices of the massive building owned by the mafia. “Holy crap… Why the hell is Chuuya’s office bigger than mine? He’s not even an executive yet,” you grumbled, looking around the room, eyes landing on a wine fridge. “Found the stash.”

Rushing over to the fridge, you pulled it open and began looking through the bottles, reading the labels and cringing at the sight of some. “How about this one?” you suggested, holding up one of the bottles for Dazai to look at. Having been hovering over you, he took the bottle quickly and hazily read over it, shrugging his shoulders. “It’ll do. What’s that one on the bottom?” he asked, gesturing to the bottle at the very bottom of the fridge. Picking it up, you read over the label and scoffed. “Wow- like, one of the finest wines you can get your hands on. Apparently. I think this type sucks to be frank,” you explained, going to put it back, only for the man to snatch it out of your hands. “You’re probably right, buuuuutttt, if it’s so amazing, surely our dear chibi will be enraged to find it missing,” he grinned. You stared at him, brow raised as you shut the wine fridge, before looking past him, up to the air vent that was right above the oak desk. “Up there.”

~

“I mean, who doesn’t check the air vents? Everyone hides the best things in their air vent.” You let out a heavy sigh, staring back up at the stars before listening to him as he rustled around. After a couple of seconds, he was hovering over you and for a split second, you saw the old him, the weird teenager who made out with you at any given moment before teasing you or pushing you around. You never figured out what was going on between the two of you and as you reached up, gently stroking his cheek with your cold hand, you didn’t deem it important at that moment. Regardless of the answer, he was yours. “Let’s go home.”

[dinosaurtsukki]

-birthdays and matching glasses

pairing: chuuya nakahara x f!reader

word count: 1.8k words

contains: friends to lovers dynamic, soft!chuuya, idk literally just soft fluffy brainrot

a/n: it’s chuuya brainrot hours. that’s all.

chuuya never really had a birthday, or at least, he didn’t exactly knew when it was with him being the arahabaki and all. at first, he didn’t really care about not having one and neither did his fellow Sheep members until you came along.

“what? no birthday? that can’t be.”

“it’s no big deal,” chuuya shrugged but he knew then and there that you wouldn’t be able to let that go. 

“hmm, how about this? what’s the earliest date you remember?” 

chuuya didn’t even need to try hard to remember. they were his first real memories, after all. “it was april, the twenty-nineth. i saw it on a newspaper.”

“alright! from then on, we’ll be celebrating your birthday on april twenty-nine!” you declared. even then, chuuya couldn’t help but feel that your smile and energy was infectious.

his first birthday, his fourteenth one, wasn’t as eventful as chuuya knew birthdays were. everyone in the Sheep, or at least, those who were slightly older, drank booze after dinner, which they always did when chuuya was able to steal some. the only one who gave him a gift was shirase, it was a pack of cigarettes, which wasn’t much either since he always did that.

after the rest of the Sheep was asleep, chuuya climbed to sit on the roof of their abandoned hideout to enjoy his birthday gift by himself. he sat there by himself for a good few minutes, smoking his cigarette, when you popped up over the roof’s edge.

“i keep telling you to quit that,” you pouted.

“can’t a guy enjoy a smoke on his birthday?” he smirked. “where were you by the way?”

“getting a surprise ready! now close your eyes!’“ 

“surprise?”

“close it!”

“fine,” chuuya rolled his eyes, giving into your request. he heard a slight rustle and the sound of your footsteps approach, and then the strike of a match.

“okay, open!”

chuuya opened his eyes to find you crouched in front of him with a cupcake in your hand. on top of the cupcake was a single candle. “happy birthday chuuya!” you sang softly.

‘now, this is a birthday gift,’ chuuya smiled softly, eyes trailing over to the proud look on your face to the cupcake in your hand before blowing out the candle. 

chuuya had always thought that birthdays were childish and that included birthday wishes. but, for just one moment, he let himself be a kid and made a wish for more birthdays like this.

...

the meeting you were in was taking forever to finish and yet, it felt as if the wall clock was quicker than usual. ‘shit, one a.m.,’ you cursed, glancing at the clock for what was probably the fortieth time that night. you prayed that the party wasn’t done yet and that the presenter was going to wrap up his lecture quickly. of course, since you were their boss, the head of yokohama’s main shipping company and part-time mafia executive to be precise, you couldn’t exactly just leave. 

suddenly, the sound of people clapping jolted you out of your thoughts and you looked up to find that the presentation had finally ended. “excellent work,” you cleared your throat. “now, i guess that wraps things up for the day.”

“oh, what about questions?” the presenter asked. 

“if anyone has questions, please forward them to kouhiro-san himself,” you quickly answered before standing up and gathering your things as a signal for everyone in the meeting room to do the same.

after a quick stop to the office to get chuuya’s birthday present and reapply your lipgloss, you briskly headed downstairs to where your car was already parked in front of the building. 

“nakahara’s place, right?” your driver clarified before pulling out of the building. you felt your cheeks burn slightly at the fact that he quickly took the hint but nodded nonetheless.

...

“thanks for coming guys. get home safe, alright?” chuuya grinned, waving a hand at his subordinates and acquaintances as they left the building to go home. “we still have work tomorrow, don’t forget!” he yelled after them. despite his reputation of being a powerful mafia executive, chuuya wasn’t a terrible boss towards his subordinates. in fact, he prided himself in being one of the good ones. so what if it was weird for him to invite them to his birthday party? they could always use a drink and a good time.

with a sigh, he gazed at the dishes in the sink and empty glasses around his apartment. as much as it irked him to leave it in such a state, chuuya was quite tired from the party and wanted nothing more than to go to bed. except, he found himself getting started on the dishes anyway. 

after all, there was one invited guest who had yet to come by.

at the sound of the doorbell, chuuya practically flew to answer the door. he opened it to find you, wearing your usual office attire that was nonetheless quite fashionable, with a sheepish smile on your face.

“did i miss the party?”

chuuya knew that there were a lot of things he could say, like ‘thanks for coming by’ or ‘i’m glad you came by anyway. instead, he ended up saying “shouldn’t you be in bed by now?”

“i’m not five, chuuya,” you rolled your eyes, walking past him into the now-empty apartment. 

“the meeting took that long, huh?” chuuya said, walking past you towards the bar. “i’m not sure i have any clean glasses left so...” he paused when you placed a giftwrapped box on the table.

“maybe you won’t need to wash some yet,” you smiled. 

“oh yeah?” chuuya smirked, trying to hide the soft expression on his face at the fact that you gave him a birthday gift. actually, you never missed giving him a birthday gift. not since he was fourteen. he unwrapped the gift slowly and carefully and found a wooden box. chuuya opened it to find that the interior was lined with velvet and two, matching glasses were inside.

“figured that everyone was going to gift you alcohol so i thought, maybe something to put the alcohol in?” you said. “do you... like it?”

“they look amazing, y/n. thank you,” chuuya smiled at you, carefully taking them out and placing them on the counter. he found that the very bottom of the glasses had a lotus flower carved into them. they must have been custom-made.

“i’m assuming that you got me two of these for us to drink from when you come over,” he smirked at you before placing a ball of ice in each glass and topping them off with his favorite whiskey.

“that is, when we have time to get together for a drink,” you sighed, picking your glass up and raising it for a toast. “to hopefully having more time to hang out?”

“to hopefully having more time to hang out,” chuuya echoed, clinking his glass against yours. 

after he was betrayed by the Sheep, you and chuuya joined the port mafia together but ended up going slightly different ways. while chuuya decided to work full-time as an executive, you volunteered to take over managing the trade deals that the port mafia had with other organizations by taking over yokohoma’s main shipping company. you still held a good position in the mafia as a part-time executive but other than the occasional meeting, you rarely ever saw your old friend.

not that you still saw him as just a friend. 

it was quite odd, the fact that your feelings for him grew even more now that you rarely saw each other. absence makes the heart grow fonder or something like that. as much as you found it hard to grapple with your own feelings, you still accepted him wholeheartedly. it made sense. you couldn’t imagine a time in your life when chuuya wasn’t there and seeing him now, the best fighter in the port mafia, an executive to top that, and, someone who was strong in his ideas, you would be lying if you said you hadn’t fallen in love with him already.

...

chuuya wanted nothing more than for you to stay longer. ever since he figured out that his feelings for you were more than just affection for the longest friend he’s had, chuuya had begun to make a mental count of how long it had been since he last saw you. the longest was probably a month and he clearly remembered that he was more prone to bursts of anger during that period.

and now, you were sharing a drink with him on his birthday. chuuya had drunk a lot throughout the night but his senses were sharper than ever. he could see your cheeks developing a warmer tint, the marks on the side of your glass from your lip gloss, and how you were leaning more and more against the counter. how you looked now was so far from the young, Sheep girl dressed in an oversized coat. but some things didn’t change. like the fact that you still made time to see him on his birthday.

“i’ll walk you downstairs,” chuuya offered his arm for you to lean on after you two had your last drink.

“good, cause i am not seeing straight,” you chuckled, looping your arm around his as you made your way out of the penthouse, into the elevator, and down to the lowest floor. 

“well, happy birthday, chuuya,” you smiled as you two entered the downstairs lobby. chuuya slowed his pace, not wanting the night to end yet.

“you’re forgetting something,” he said, stopping in the hallway.

“huh? what?” you looked at him puzzled before realization dawned. “aww, you love it when i do that, don’t you?”

“n-no! just, thought, consistency, you know?” chuuya stammered. 

“okay, okay you big softie,” you laughed before closing your eyes. “happy birthday chuuya,” you sang. 

chuuya smiled softly, watching you sing to him. this was undoubtedly his favorite part about his birthday. ‘it’s now or never,’ he thought, inhaling sharply and leaning forward to kiss you on the forehead while your eyes were still closed.

your eyes flew open as you looked up at chuuya in surprise who was now glancing at the side and looking very much flustered. “i... that was... part of my wish,” he stammered.

‘oh,’ you thought, realization dawning on you before you broke out into a smile. chuuya liked you back.

“is that your only wish?” you asked. chuuya looked at you, eyes wide as he mentally connected the dots behind what you were implying.

“well, there is one more thing.”

“i can’t deny the birthday boy his wish now, can i?” you giggled. leaning close, you kissed him gently on the lips. once, twice, then on the third, you felt chuuya wrap his arms around you and pull you even closer to deepen the kiss. his eyes fluttered shut, relishing the feeling of your lips against his, and he knew that no birthday present could ever top this. 

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[masked-buffoon]

Chapter 4: To exist (Part 1)

Warnings: violence, mentions of drug, addiction

Author notes: I received a punch from someone and decided to hit myself to go back to chapter 4... Here is the result, and I will not shy away! I hope you’ll like it! If not, feedbacks are pretty much welcome!

Notes 2: I this chapter, everything you MUST NOT DO is depicted. I’ll say more in future parts.

I was born on March 30th, which was supposed to be the happiest day of my parents. However, my father was not interested in a useless, weak and sick ability user who could not control her power, and my mother... She was indifferent. As long as I could remember, I had been sequestered in my room, with no company but the butler and my books. My days were morose, and March 30th was never different. I did not exist, my birth had been forgotten by my parents. So, I had never celebrated my birthday. Thus, ever since I had known about my birthdate, I had sung to myself the "Happy birthday" song, a way to cope with the lack of festivities. I had stopped this childish custom on my sixteenth birthday, which I had spent wandering in the shallows of Yokohama.

The next one was not any better. As a present, despite being unaware that I had been alive for exactly seventeen years, Dazai-san offered his toughest training so far. His previous mission with Nakahara-san had left him frustrated and I could feel he was more upset than usual, more brutal, violent. To me, I had never been as efficient in training as I was this day. I could not believe that I could avoid my superior's hits better than usual, and my gunshots were also more precise. Perhaps was it the result of my secret workout, every evening... However, I made a single mistake. The first one of the day, after a flawless performance. He slapped me. Or, rather, he punched my face. The shock was so great that I was sent to the ground, a stinging pain irradiating my entire neck, and I considered myself lucky that my head was still connected to my body. My ears were buzzing, I could not hear his voice, which, I assumed, barked at me to stand up, and my vision was so blurred I could not even distinguish the features of his face anymore. He gave up and harshly tugged on my collar to put me back on my feet. I barely registered him demanding me to go to the infirmary and let my feet drag me in the corridors of the Mafia.

"A severe case of torticollis..." The nurse, whom I knew very well, told me "What did he hit you with, this time?"

"Still his hand..." I winced as she put a brace around my neck "His fist, more accurately..."

"I'll get you some ice for your cheek..." She sighed "You're lucky you don't have any broken teeth."

"Thank you..." I cracked a smile.

I remained sat on the bed, pressing the ice on my swollen cheek to try and appease the pain.

"Do you feel any better?" The kind woman asked me after coming back.

"So so... I don't have morphine anymore, do you happen to have some?" I looked up at her.

"I do... But you should be careful with it. It can quickly make you feel addicted." She advised, taking a syringe in a drawer "Give me your arm, I'll do it for you. I believe I shouldn't ask how many you've already taken… I am not supposed to encourage you…"

"You shouldn't ask, indeed… Thank you..." I lifted my sleeve, before suddenly needing to cough.

The nurse waited for me to be done, but she did not insert the needle in the bruised skin of my arm. Instead, she brought her palm to my face, and gently checked my temperature.

"Wait a moment... I'll take a thermometer." She stood up "You don't seem good... Do you eat enough?"

"Eating...?" I blinked.

I was not accustomed to eating much. I had spent almost a year trying to survive misery, my stomach had grown used to the lack of food.

"I am barely ever hungry..." I confessed.

"What about sleep?" She came back and put the instrument in my ear.

I only gave her a sorry look, and she understood. Obviously, I could not sleep...

"I'm sorry... I was talking to you as though you were a normal patient..." She read the temperature.

"I don't mind..." I shrugged it off "Can I have my morphine, now?"

"You can. But you'll have to stay with me a bit."

"I-I can't...!" I protested "Dazai-san exceptionally allowed me to come here because I could not budge my head anymore... I have to go back..."

"You are wearing a neck brace, what does he expect you to do in this state?" She argued, angry "I'll keep you there. You suffer from acute malnutrition and insomnia. I need to check your vitals — saturation, tension and pulse — then I'll infuse you, and it won't be morphine."

"But I need it..." I pleaded "I... Am already addicted to it... I can't help it... I'll go crazy...!"

"Ogawa-san..." She frowned, concerned "If you can read my thoughts, you should know I mean no harm... I'm only trying to help you..."

"Please... Give me morphine..." I almost cried like a lost child "I need it..."

"... Alright..." She gave up, knowing it was the best behaviour towards a potentially violent patient "But agree to be treated afterwards."

"Anything... I'd do anything... So, please..."

So pitiful... I was so pathetic, imploring her so shamelessly to help the poor drug addict I was.

I had not chosen to become like this. It was this one day, Dazai-san had wanted to train my mind even harder than usual. He had somehow discovered I could dive much deeper into someone's consciousness, to discover hidden secrets and desires that would not be known by simply hearing punctual and superficial thoughts. Since, I had undergone such terrible pain, I was not sure how I could not want to die yet, and morphine had been my only option to save myself from the suffering. Once, twice, several times a day, I needed my injection, and I had soon become addicted to it. It was a toxic product and I had not paid attention to the warning, too focused on easing my pain away. Now, it was too late to go back.

"There you go..." She removed the needle once she was done "Now, on to —"

The door opened brusquely, and I jumped in fear, fidgeting with my fingers when I saw it was Dazai-san. His look was menacing, and I knew exactly what was the cause of his anger; I had taken too much time.

"Ogawa-kun! What are you still doing there?!" He yelled, grabbing my wrist so harshly I thought it would break.

He almost cancelled my ability — almost — for he realised his mistake and instantly let go of me.

"It's my fault." The nurse stepped in firmly "I wanted to do additional checkups on her health."

"Hoh? And why is that?" He raised his eyebrows contemptuously.

I slowly got off of the bed, readjusted my jacket and pants, and put on my trench coat.

"Because you are breaking her, Dazai-san." She pointed a wagging finger at him "You are killing her! Are you doing so consciously?"

"You..." He clenched his fists "Are just a nurse. How I train my men has nothing to do with you."

"Except when the said men come to me in her state! I don't believe she needs a neck brace because she slept in a weird position, did she?" She seemed very upset.

If it had been any hospital, and if Dazai-san had been any of my relatives, in a normal situation, he would have backed down and mumbled he did not plan to hurt me, that the nurse was right. But this was the Port Mafia, and Dazai-san was the demon prodigy of the organisation. He did not back down, did not apologise, and silently ordered me to leave with him.

"You'll be transferred." He simply told the poor nurse.

I glanced at her, apologetically, and followed the executive without a word. But inside, I was angry. Not many people cared about me, and she was one of them. Why...?

"Why must you take away anyone who is a tad concerned about me...?" I whispered, without realising I had said it out loud.

The slap came, on the other cheek this time. Perhaps would my neck get better, now?

"Are you disrespecting me, Ogawa-kun?" He glared at me "Because I will not tolerate it."

"I'm sorry, Dazai-san... I didn't mean... I..." I teared up, holding my cheeks.

Accumulated fatigue, pain and stress had gotten the better of me and I could not control my emotions anymore. My lacrimal glands seemed to work perfectly, and I could not hold the sobs back. At this point, it felt that even a cotton ball could hurt me. The sobs were nervous, shaking my chest, and awoke the cough. I pulled out my handkerchief, already covered in blood, under Dazai-san's widened eyes, and did not hold back as my body protested once again against my ability. When the crisis ended, I exhaled. What a sight it should have been, seeing me in such a state...

"What's that...?" He looked genuinely unaware.

It had to be expected; I had tried to hide my true weakness for almost a year, he had never known about the actual effects of my ability.

"That's nothing... Nothing at all..." I folded my reddened handkerchief and put it back in my pocket "Shall we get back to training, Dazai-san...?"

"Go back for now..." He avoided my resentful eyes "Take the day off..."

I nodded and walked past him, without a single glance. I was relieved he did not want to train me again... I would have never borne it.

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*◞❀.❁⤻ Dazai Osamu - Backstory and Headcanons (Part 1/2)

     Hey there ! Before I start this post, I want to get a few things out of the way ! First off, while I do headcanon/portray my Dazai as being a victim of abuse, that does not mean I will use that to try and justify or excuse his actions against other characters. Do I attempt to portray my Dazai as a sympathetic character ? In some ways, yes. However, I do want people to know that my Dazai has done some things that should not and will not be forgiven (the way he trained Akutagawa, manipulating people over and over again without showing any signs of sympathy, and whatever else comes to mind).

     Second of all, if you are sensitive to anything related to suicide, emotional, psychological, and physical abuse, use of improper pronouns, drug and alcohol addictions, and murder, I’d highly advise reading this while in the right mindset or not reading it at all so that you stay safe and happy. If something triggers you in this post, just shoot me a dm and I’ll add it to the trigger list and tags !

     And lastly, if I mention a character in here that you have as a muse, please don’t feel obligated to restrict yourself to my headcanons and backstory here if we interact ! I’m always open to working something else out ! Alright, enough of me talking. Here’s the beginning of Dazai’s backstory.

BACKSTORY:

Age 14: On the night of Dazai Osamu’s 14th birthday, his parents, former Port Mafia members who defected once their son was born, catch wind that the Port Mafia has found them and is sending over a squad to kill the family. Terrified of what would happen if they were all captured, Dazai’s parents plan to have both of them and Dazai attempt to commit suicide together in an attempt to not be taken in. Although his parents succeed, Dazai is unsuccessful and is eventually found by Ogai Mori on the brink of death. Seeing the child clinging onto life and not wanting to die, Mori takes him in as his patient and helps him, only asking that Dazai help him in return. Dazai reluctantly agrees. That very same night, Mori takes Dazai with him and has the child act as a witness to the death of the former Port Mafia boss, successfully trapping Dazai in the Port Mafia and stating that this was the payment for saving Dazai’s life. This and future events eventually cause Dazai to develop the same mindset his parents had the night they took their own lives: either be free from the Port Mafia or die trying.

Age 15: Dazai continues to act as Mori’s ward and protege, learning the ins and outs of the mafia while not actually being a part of the Port Mafia himself. During this time, Mori begins administering certain drugs into Dazai to make the child build an immunity to them. While Dazai is under the influence, Mori treats Dazai as a doll, dressing the boy up and posing him. On some occasions, he even allows Elise to play with Dazai as if he were a life-sized doll, reminding her “ to be gentle with it ”. It is these events that eventually lead to the start of Dazai’s drug addiction, specifically synthetic analgesic drugs like oxycodone and morphine. Once Dazai turns 15, he’s officially accepted into the Port Mafia and is tasked with finding the King of the Sheep. The events of the Blue Era/Fifteen occur. After failing to have Chuuya be his potential friend dog due to the other boy placing himself under Kouyou, Dazai meets Odasaku, eventually growing fond of the older man and even considering him a friend.

Age 16: Life continues onward with both Dazai and Chuuya climbing up the ranks rather quickly for their age. Although they occasionally see each other and do missions together, their interactions usually end in sharp jabs, rude remarks, and the odd injury here and there. The events of the Dragon’s Head Conflict then occur. Around this time, Dazai and Oda eventually meet Ango, starting the beginning of a friendship between the three of them. On day 70 of the conflict, Chuuya goes to find Dazai so that they can go to a meeting between the higher-ups. Instead of following Chuuya and going to the meeting, Dazai instead informs Chuuya of a more pressing matter at hand: the death of an Executive known only as the ‘Colonel’ and how due to that, there is now a vacant seat in the Five Executives. After Chuuya storms away from the conversation, informing Dazai that he doesn’t care about the position and only wants to stop this war, Dazai begins formulating a plan to both end the war and secure his position as the new Executive, knowing that if he doesn’t act now, a majority of the Port Mafia would support Chuuya as the better candidate for the Executive position due to his actions, something Mori himself couldn’t ignore. Dazai then confronts Shibusawa himself, intending to kill him, but is instead caught off guard and captured, forcing him to wait to be declared missing so that his backup plan (Chuuya finding the microscope, rescuing him, and putting an end to the conflict) can commence. His backup plan then goes into action and in the aftermath, Double Black is born.

Age 17: After the Dragon Head Conflict, Dazai is finally given an Executive position and recruits the Akutagawa siblings into the Port Mafia. He is also put in joint training sessions with Chuuya by Mori, the older man planing to mold the two teens into an unbeatable weapon. While these training sessions did focus on the basics (martial arts, basic self-defense, weapons training, etc.), the majority of the time was spent using the skills they learned on each other at Mori’s request, him justifying his actions by stating that it would make them stronger and that the pain they shared together would make them better partners. Notable training sessions include Dazai torturing Chuuya for three days straight, Chuuya beating up Dazai to the point of him vomiting and falling unconscious, and Dazai waiting for a certain amount of time before using his ability on Chuuya while he was using Corruption. While the two of them have never really spoken about what went on behind closed doors, there is a certain understanding between them that those events will never be spoken about, the fear of being seen as weak or being pitied shared between them. Once Mori’s training sessions are over and done with, the man claiming that their partnership was practically perfect, Dazai and Chuuya continue to train with each other, pushing the limits of their abilities, namely Chuuya’s and how it reacted to Dazai’s. An important thing to note here is that around this time, Dazai truly begins to both fear and hate Mori with his entire being, having plans in the back of his mind the involved Mori’s death and Dazai taking his place as head of the Port Mafia. These feelings also cause Dazai to begin building up a reputation as the most deadly member of the Port Mafia so that no one would question him if he did take over, leading him to give Akutagawa Spartan-like training with his ability, becoming a specialist in torture, and drenching himself in bloodshed. This marks the beginning of Dazai becoming what one could call less than human.

Age 18: While becoming the demon prodigy, Dazai still continues to hang out and drink with Oda and Ango, considering the few interactions he has with the two of them the one bright spot in his life. Around this time, the dangers of Q’s ability are discovered and not wanting to cause another event with such a heavy death toll again, Dazai orders Q to be locked up until they have control over their ability. The events of the Dark Era then occur. One major thing to note here is that many of the actions Dazai does and the words Dazai says are lies or only partial truths. For example, while he did know that Ango was a triple spy, he is still upset at Ango’s actions and wishes things could have been different. He also doesn’t blame Ango for Oda’s death, at least, not anymore. Eventually, the knowledge that the death of Oda and the subtle manipulation of Ango from the sidelines were caused by Mori himself despite all of Dazai’s carefully laid traps and Oda’s last words push Dazai into leaving the Port Mafia for good. One day, Dazai is the Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia. The next, he’s gone. From there, Dazai tracks down Santouka and requests his help in finding a job where he can help people. After being instructed to lie low for two years while his past is cleansed, Dazai then goes into hiding, waiting for the two years to pass by with nothing but alcohol and drugs to accompany him.

HEADCANONS:

The best way to describe the way Dazai acts is “ a human being acting like someone who is not human acting like a human being ”. It’s this phrase that best describes a lot of my Dazai’s actions. While he can show compassion and care towards his colleagues and close friends, he can also be brutal and downright sadistic in the same breath. While many would assume this to be evidence that Dazai is simply pretending to be human, the reality is that it has taken a lot of work for Dazai to get his act perfect. However, that doesn’t mean that he’s a good person; he may be attempting to become better now, but he still falls off the wagon and should be held accountable.

As far as my Dazai is concerned, the Doll Sessions he had with Mori are not abuse. While he does believe the training sessions he had with Chuuya were abuse, he can’t bring himself to acknowledge that the act of Mori forcing drugs into his system, dressing him up, and treating him as an object is also abuse. In fact, he never intends to bring it up. The only reason it was brought up was due to Yosano questioning him about his drug addiction and him explaining how he became dependent. So far, the only people who know about the Doll Sessions are Ranpo, Yosano, and Fukuzawa. In regards to his drug addiction, those three plus Kunikida are the only ones aware of it.

If Natsume Soseki had not stepped in during the Cannibalism Arc, Dazi would have killed Mori and taken over the Port Mafia to preserve both organizations. It’s something he’s not afraid to admit and he’s even mentioned how he will kill Mori if he needs to.

Dazai still considers Ango and Chuuya as friends. Although he doesn’t believe he can act like their friend and as a result does terrible things to them (leaving Chuuya in a forest alone after letting him use Corruption for too long and tampering with Ango’s airbag), he still considers them important and would be upset if either of them died.

Dazai isn’t sure if he should apologize to Akutagawa. As much as he knows how an apology is in order, he also knows that a lot of Akutagawa’s drive comes from wanting his approval and to be seen as strong. As silly as it sounds, Dazai is nervous of Akutagawa not remaining as deadly and powerful as he is now if he ever learned that Dazai already considers him strong enough and is sorry for how he acted. He’s also terrified that Akutagawa would do the worst thing and forgive Dazai for how he treated him. In an attempt to avoid that situation, Dazai continues to try and pair Akutagawa and Atsushi together, hoping that Atsushi will show Akutagawa that he doesn’t need Dazai’s approval so that he can one day apologize.

[riyuu-bsd]

Catch me When I Fall [Osamu Dazai x Reader]

"Catch me when I fall, okay, D-Dazai-Kun?" the girl said, smiling shyly.

"Sure thing, (L/n)-Chan," the brunette chimed, holding his arms out expectantly.

The girl blushed, looking up at him.

How could he have forgotten?

Her shy nature prevented her from being upfront with what she wanted, everything having to be explained to the detail or she would brush it off as her being silly, and remind herself to follow the plan as best she could.

Which meant she probably wouldn't have just initiated a trust fall.

"Catch me, (Y/n)~" he grinned, falling back to break away from the awkwardness of the previous situation. Fussing slightly, she held out her arms the way he had, catching him as he fell. He smiled, looking up at her from her hold. She gave a small smile in return, face tinted pink. He lifted himself back up, standing up straight. The smile remained on his face as he leaned down to her level, placing his finger on her nose and adding a small "boop". Her face flushed bright red, quickly hidden by her hands. He let out a small chuckle.

"D-Dazai-Kun..!" she blushed, peeking between her fingers, "D-don't laugh at me..!"

"Sorry, (L/n), you're just too cute," he flirted, only sending her further into embarassment.

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Those were the better days.

When they were happy.

When she was there.

When his life had meaning.

But he disappeared without a trace, a note left at his bedside the only evidence she had that he ever even happened.

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The soft knock at the door was left unanswered, the (h/c)ette cautious to knock any louder and be a disruption.

"D-Dazai-Kun?" she called up meekly, the window not flung open by her close friend.

She began to worry, knocking slightly louder.

The choking grasp of anxiety gripped at her throat, the girl afraid to be a bother.

A concoction of anxiety and concern kicked in, the fragile substitute for adrenaline ushering for her to open the door, to check on him, to make sure he was safe.

She was well aware of his habits, knowledgeable of why there were so many scars littering his body. No matter how many times she urged him to stop, they kept appearing.

Until one day when he threw away the razor, grabbing her hand boldly.

"Better, (L/n)-Chan? I'll stop with that, and I'll make sure that I won't do it again, just for my best friend."

The words stuck with her. He had stopped because she was his reason to hope for a better tomorrow. That wasn't something that she would let go of so easily.

"Osamu?!" she called, opening the door and running up to his room.

She flung open his door, bursting in.

He wasn't there.

On the bedside table there was a note, adressed to her in his somewhat scribbly handwriting.

Dear (Y/n),

Hey. It's me, Osamu. I know you'll be mad, but trust me, it's for the best. I'll see you again, don't worry. I just feel like there's more out there. So I'm going. Going to Yokohama, you always said you loved it there. I won't go back to my old habits, trust me. When you're a detective there, maybe you can help me out a few times. I was planning to do this a few weeks ago, but it was your birthday, and I wasn't gonna pull a runner without celebrating with my best friend one more time. I couldn't run away and risk ruining a time when you should be happy. I couldn't. I can say any amount of insults to anyone, irritate someone until their skin crawls. And yet when it comes to you I can't bring myself to lift a finger. That's why I'm going, I'm going to be strong enough to protect you. Just don't forget me, okay? Remember me as Osamu Dazai, your best friend forever.

Xoxo, Dazai

Salty tears streamed down her face, her silent cries blurring out the rest of the world.

He was gone.

And so naturally.

It drove daggers through her heart, sent her anxiety into a flurry, sent her into a spiral of depression.

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But that was all in the past, right?

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Walking past the dark walls of Port Mafia Base, the (h/c)ette cowered slightly behind the short male guiding her.

"A-Are you sure I can help with this mission, Nakahara-San?" she stammered, clutching her notes to her chest tightly.

"The boss said to bring you here, but personally I'm not so sure," the executive said with a shrug, swinging the door open,

"Ah, (Y/n)-San," the cold, monotonous tone called, a gloved hand motionig for her to come closer, "This mission involves someone you're.. Personally connected with."

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She bit her quivering lip, looking down at the file on her lap.

"As the top strategist of the Mafia, I'm sure this mission is no issue to you," Mori chuckled,

"I.." she choked, "..Of course, Mori-San.."

It came out a choked whisper, tears falling down her face as a few stray strands of (h/c) hair fell over her face.

"Magnificent, (Y/n)-San! You are excused, please take your leave."

She nodded, hiding her face behind her sleeve as she spared one last glance at the name printed on the file.

Dazai Osamu.

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Walking through the streets of Yokohama, (Y/n) stopped all of a sudden, looking towards the well known armed detective agency.

The place Dazai now worked.

Her heart ached, desire to see him burning holes in her self restraint.

"But.." she whispered, "I'm his enemy now.. I work with the one person he hates most.."

Her words of doubt did nothing, years of pent up emotion driving her forward.

She gave in, dashing forward towards the building.

Not wanting to wait for the elevator, she ran up the stairs, breath heavy from the adrenaline and emotion building up inside of her. Tears had pooled in her eyes once more as she slammed her fists onto the dark, spruce desk of the agency,

"I have to speak with Osamu," she panted, desperate to hear his voice once more.

"Oh, Dazai-Kun? You just missed him, I think he was headed to-"

"Missed him?" she repeated, cutting off the freckled boy mid sentence as she began to grip at the desk.

"All these years.." she whispered, breath shaking through her tears, "All these years and I still can't find him."

The blonde who had attempted to help her looked at her with an expression of concern, stepping forward to console her until she turned on her heel, slumping out of the agency.

The orange glow of sunset glowed softly against her features, (e/c) eyes still misty with tears. She continued to sulk, gliding through the streets with her eyes glued to the pavement.

"All these years.." she whispered, "And I still can't forget my best friend.."

She was hoping to hear his voice, just behind or beside her, to finish the phrase.

But she never heard his "forever".

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"Hey, Kenji-San, anything happen while I was out?" the brunette said, a small smile on his face as he stepped into the office,

"Oh! Dazai-Kun! Someone was looking for you earlier, she looked really upset when she heard you'd just left," the blonde recalled, face twisting into one of sympathy at the memory of her broken expression.

Part of him hoped, desperately, that it was a particular someone. But he knew it was stupid; how could someone be remembered from a single note.

"Hey Ranpo-Kun, how likely is it that someone could remember their childhood best friend from a note?" he called, tone strained slightly and face still a blank smile.

"It depends," the detective sighed, looking up from his console to meet the chocolate gaze of the ex-mafioso, "But I wouldn't think it's all that likely at all."

He sighed,

"Of course.." he whispered, running a hand through his hair as he sat down, no doubt piquing the interest of most of the agency.

"D-Dazai-San?" Atsushi began, concerned at what could possibly rattle his superior so much.

The man tapped his foot against the tile floor restlessly, grabbing a pen and scrawling down notes.

His subordinate looked on in confusion, trying to decipher the meaning of Dazai's scribbles.

Your best friend forever.

Four words.

Four words was almost all of what she was left with.

A pathetic excuse of a goodbye and the reminder he existed.

Even in the note, he couldn't muster the courage to tell her.

The girl he missed so much.

The girl he felt so much guilt for.

The girl who saved him countless times.

The girl he loved.

And he left just before she could find him.

"I'm going on a walk," he announced, turning and leaving.

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"Why.." she whispered, pulling the small note out from her pocket.

I'll see you again.

I'll see you again.

I'll see you again.

I'll see you again.

Her eyes lingered over those words, the cold air brushing her hair behind her.

Leaning back against the barrier, she closed her eyes, tears falling down her face.

"Where are you, Osamu..?" she whispered, "Am I stupid to think you'd still remember me..?"

She heard the hitch of someones breathing, eyes opening as her gaze shot to the direction of the noise.

"..(Y-Y/n).." a voice whispered, before a tall, lean man stepped forward, brown hair blown to the side, half covering his eyes.

Her own eyes widened, she let out a small whimper,

"O-Osamu.." she whispered, jumping up and running towards him. The man stiffened under her touch, before melting into the hug she initiated. She wept against his coat, gripping tightly as though he would disappear at any moment.

"O-Osamu.. You're really here, right? It's really you i-isn't it?!" she cried, the taller man running a hand through her hair and nodding,

"It's me, (Y/n).." he cooed, caressing (h/c) tresses and holding onto her hand. She continued to cry, leaning her weight onto him.

"So, what brings you here?" he whispered, letting out a dry chuckle,

"I.."

She was working alongside his enemy, Chuuya Nakahara, in an attempt to kill him off.

"I can't.." she whispered, cuddling into him before breaking away.

"Can't what?" he asked, still holding her hand, "Please, (Y/n) talk to me, I won't leave you again,"

She let out a shaky exhale, tears still falling down her face,

"I'm working with the Port Mafia.." she whispered, "My current mission.. Involves you.."

"Oh."

Dazai held her close, her feeble resistance giving in to his hold.

"I'm sorry.." she breathed,

"It's okay, (Y/n), it's okay," he whispered, "I'll be here for you, I'll protect you, you'll be safe," he promised.

She gave a small nod, choking on words she couldn't muster.

"I'm sorry.." he cooed.

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"Morning, (Y/n)," Dazai whispered as she cracked her eyes open,

"O-Osamu.." she breathed, holding him close and nestling herself as close to him as possible.

He smiled to himself, the walls of his apartment feeling complete and safe with her around.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/n).." he whispered, holding her close as he caressed her hair, the girl shaking her head against his chest,

"No.. I'm sorry.. I looked to the Mafia for protection.. I'm so sorry, Osamu.." she apologised, staying close to him.

"Don't be."

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She felt whole.

Complete.

He was back, by her side.

So why did she feel the urge to disappear?

Sure, Osamu had changed.

But not too much.

He was still the same loveable person she knew as a child.

So what was different?

What had caused her to feel the choking strain of anxiety whenever she was with him?

What was it?

"Idiot.." she cursed to herself, "I know what it is.."

She sighed.

"I love him, don't I?"

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"Why.." she whispered, "Why.."

"Why."

"Why."

"Why."

"Why."

"Why."

She repeated the word, stepping up onto the ledge of the building.

She leaned back, falling.

Tears began to start, regret kicking in moments too late.

She smiled through the inevitable pain, uttering her last words feebly.

"Catch me when I fall, Osamu-San."

[harukatomoe]

Nakahara Chūya Birthday Scenario

Originally posted on April 29th, 2017.

Yet small smiles found there way to come upon the vision of the ginger executive, he didn't feel that there was a need for one. Passing through the dark halls of the headquarters of the renowned Port Mafia, birthday greetings were shared with him. But, yet he didn't want any of it. Sad and lonely was how he was spending his birthday. No one could blame him though, you were no where around.

He had vague memory of your last time being together, just before you decided to take a step into a life that would change yours; one without him in it. There was a part of him that couldn't blame you, your relationship itself was forbidden love. A relationship between a government worker and mafia executive put a target on both of your heads, one coming from either sides. But, there was a part of him that blamed you for taking that step into your new life and telling him to go on without you, to keep doing what he does best, and that is being himself in any situation given.

The left memories of you made him smile in reminiscence. They were so enjoyable, yet so painful. The sweetness of your voice when you spoke to him, the gentle manner you always gave him despite what he was known for, the soft touch of your hands on his face, the bittersweet taste of your lips. He could remember the sound of your voice when you pout at him. He could remember the sincerity of your actions. He could remember everything.

The day you left was the day he felt he could never be happy again. The contact between you two stayed for a month or two before it completely broke off. No more texts, calls or video calls were sent back in response to him anymore. Had you found someone else? I guess moving to another country had done that to you.

Oh, how for so long he was put in the hopes of hearing from you again. In hopes there was some sign that might tell him you still care. But, that was seven months ago.

"Happy birthday, Chūya." The tune of the elder executive's voice pulled him out of his painful daze. He blinked a couple of times to clear his murky haze blinding him from reality, revealing a slightly confused expression on his face for a couple of seconds. "What are you thinking about?" A dry lump took place in his throat, only for him to wince. An understanding smile on Kouyou's face let him at ease.

"Thanks, Nee-san..."

"Thank you for your hard work." She whispered before he could disappear into his office. Chūya nodded, acknowledging her compliment for the day. The sight of him made her heart clench; the soft eyes he had sent a message to her, telling her that he was tired of trying. Just before he could take another step, she finished by telling him one last thing, "You shouldn't forget about her." Chūya snapped his head towards her, questioning why someone like her, someone who recently told him to forget you, would say that.

A deep sigh escaped his tired lips, his eyes shutting as he grabbed the handle to his office. He could only imagine how he was going to spend the rest of his day, maybe a nice dinner he'd cook for himself, a glass- actually a few bottles of wine to drink himself to sleep, it sounded nice to him. Turning the knob slowly due to his exhaustion, he was done for the day.

Everything became a blur. It felt like one of his unobtainable dreams. His chest hurt.

A bittersweet smile greeted him at the end of his day, only four words that made it all excruciatingly better.

"Hey, Chūya. Happy birthday."