#so disappointed they missed that detail when Oda took it off

[unicornpopcorn14]

Have people seriously NOT drawn teen Dazai being half-tanned yet??? 😭😭😭 Like the part where his other eye is bandaged being so impossibly pale compared to the rest of his face??? SOMEONE DRAW THIS I'M BEGGING-

Edit: Moot led me to this comic! jfngojrn this was all I was hoping for!!

[dazedbydazai]

Can i request about the (fem) reader x dazai and she has an ability to talk with spirits, ghost, dead People and one Day she ask dazai if he want to talk to oda face to face just a Scenario or headcanon anything You want 😁 and btw i really like your style of writting it's refreshing 👍💕

Ahh sorry this took so long anon :( i literally had to rewrite this 3 or 4 times before I finally somehow liked how it turned out. But I do hope you like it! ❤️

Warmth | Dazai Osamu

➤ Genre: Angst (?), Fluff

➤ WC: 1.4K

Dazai sat in the same old spot, at the same old bar, staring at his half empty glass of whiskey. It was one of those days where he felt extremely down and just wanted to drink his sorrows away.

He looked at his right and imagined his best friend sitting beside him, same drink in hand, as he chatted away about what kind of work Mori had him do that day.

Dazai would smile a little, remembering the good old days but his heart felt a slight sting as he realizes that he can't have those moments anymore.

But there is one thing that seemed to ease the pain in his heart. And that was you.

Ever since you started dating, Dazai could feel the weight on his shoulders gradually lifting. You were the light at the end of the tunnel and you showed Dazai that there's always a brighter side, a more beautiful side to life, which was somewhat similar to what his best friend told him. You were a ray of sunshine that enveloped Dazai in a warm and comforting hug. It was scary at first, to let another person enter his life and do so much to change it, but he couldn't deny that he felt relieved every time you were around.

And as he took one last sip of his drink, he knew he had to see you right now before he's tempted to give in to his dark thoughts.

A knock on your door wakes you in your sleep.

"Y/N?" You hear Dazai call out from the other side.

You slowly get up and open the door for him, letting him inside your small apartment.

"Y/N," He repeats your name, his voice barely above a whisper but you catch the slight distress in his tone.

You close the door behind him and when you turn around, he's crashing down on you, enveloping you in a tight embrace.

You were a bit surprised but returned the hug. You smelled the alcohol in his breath but didn't say anything about it.

Instead, you rubbed his back and asked, "Is everything okay, Dazai?"

There's a beat of silence before Dazai sighs and loosens his hold on you.

"Yeah. Just missing an old friend."

And you knew exactly who he was talking about.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask as you make your way to sit on the couch.

He shakes his head and opts to bury his face in your neck, arms wrapping loosely around your waist. You stay silent for a good minute before a thought suddenly hits you.

You slowly stroke Dazai's hair and pull away from him.

"I've got an idea," You say and Dazai just stares at you, confused. "Stay there."

You get up from the couch and move to sit on the coffee table.

And Dazai knew exactly what you were going to do as he sees a faint cloud of white smoke emerge from below you, an indication that your ability was activating.

"Y/N, you don't have to do this," Dazai tries to say but you just place a finger on your lips to shush him. And then your whole living room was engulfed in smoke.

Your body was still seated on the table but your spirit was already travelling to the other side.

"Oda-san?" You call out. It took a few minutes before you heard an answer.

"Y/N? Is that you?" You turn around and saw Oda sitting under a tree.

"Oda-san!" You wave at him. "How are you?"

Oda chuckles at your question. "I'm as fine as I can be. How about you? What are you doing here?"

"Well, someone else is not feeling good right now. So, I was wondering if you could help me out for a bit?"

Oda raises a brow but he knew who you were pertaining to.

"What did that suicidal maniac get himself into now?

Meanwhile, Dazai was just quietly sitting on the couch with his legs pulled up to his chest. It's been a few minutes since you haven't said anything and he was about to reach for your hand to nullify your ability but then a voice stops him in his tracks.

"Oi, Dazai," Oda's deep voice echoed in the small room.

"Odasaku?" Dazai whips his head to the side as he sees the silhouette of his best friend in the white smoke.

"Didn't I tell you to not cause trouble for Y/N?" He sees Oda crossing his arms but there's slight teasing in his voice. "What suicide method did you try to use now?"

Dazai lets out a small laugh. "The method of drowning in alcohol and self-pity. Although it didn't work out well."

Oda chuckles at that.

"Well, whatever it is you're thinking or feeling, you know you don't have to hide it from Y/N anymore, right?"

"Yeah," Dazai nods his head as he looks sideways towards you. "But I'm still scared, Odasaku. I don't think I could fully open up to her without hurting her along the way."

Oda sighs as he leans on the wall, his silhouette becoming a little clearer and more life-like.

"Y/N knows of your past. She's aware of the things you did. And even if she didn't know all the details to it, she won't judge you for it. This girl clearly loves you and is always willing to accept you."

"That's the scary part, Odasaku. She’s so good to me. I don't want to disappoint her. I don't want to hurt her," Dazai pauses for a second as he looks longingly at your face. "I don't want to lose her."

"Dazai," Oda reaches a hand out and a puff of smoke lands on Dazai's shoulder. "You're not going to lose her. I've talked to her a couple of times to know that she's not easily scared off. She's pretty strong, you know?"

"You two have been secretly meeting and talking behind my back?" Dazai gasps dramatically. "Don't tell me you're planning on stealing my girl?"

"Idiot," Oda scoffs and moves to smack him on the side of his head but the smoke just dissipates and causes Dazai to cough. "My point is, Y/N loves and accepts who you are. She wanted to get to know you more that's why she visited me a couple of times. And if that's not enough of a reason for you to trust her-"

Oda stops mid-sentence when Dazai chuckles. 

"I get it, Odasaku. You surely know exactly what words to say to convince me," Dazai smiles and this time, his eyes were shining and his heart was no longer feeling that awful sting.

"I am your friend, after all," Oda places his hand on Dazai's shoulder once more. "Take good care of each other, okay? I’ll be watching over you.”

Dazai nods and then he's reaching a hand out to you. He holds your right hand in his and the smoke immediately vanishes together with his late friend.

Your eyes slowly open and you yawn as you feel the exhaustion creep up your body – a side effect of using your ability.

"Hey," You smile at Dazai. "Did you have a good talk?"

Dazai nods as he raises your hand and kisses your knuckles. "Thank you, my love."

You blush as he rises to his feet and helps you up with him. He wraps his left arm around your waist while his right hand gently brushes your cheek.

"You don't know how much this means to me. To have you so close to me like this and to feel your warmth," Dazai leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. "It's the best feeling in the world.” And as he tells you he loves you; you no longer hear the tinge of pain and distress in his voice from before.

"I love you too, Dazai. So much," You close your eyes as well as you feel his lips brush against yours.

And before Dazai closes the distance between you, he whispers, "Thank you for existing."

To this day, Dazai never forgot his best friend's words of advice.

Dazai rarely talked about himself before. But when he's with you, he was able to be himself. He opened up to you and even let you see his most vulnerable side. That's how much he trusted you.

And from then on, he knew he would be happily spending the rest of his life with you by his side.

[magonumberfive]

The first thing a Saika child learned about a gun was never to point it at something you didn’t intend to shoot. 

They were tools more powerful than any Pokemon, even the great beasts of the mountain. A single pull of the finger could end a life as quickly as a God. It could shatter everything. It could build a future. Firearms were a matter of pride for his people, and they deserved, nay, demanded, respect and a healthy level of fear as any God did. 

The first time he held one, the rifle was practically as big as he was. Father was away on business, so his brother brought it upon himself to show little Shigehide just how good of a shot he was, but not without the lesson. 

"It’ll feel like anotha pair’a hands after awhile,” he’d say, “you treat it like it’sa parta’ you.”

It still felt familiar in his grip, even if it wasn’t his, but he still treated it better than himself. Polished- dissembled and cleaned just this morning before being put back together with the upmost attention to detail. It almost felt wrong to touch, considering the layer of grime and filth that had accumulated over the last two weeks. 

The cleanest part of him was the ripped section of his hoodie tied across his face, hiding one of his own missing pieces. 

Faint light from the matchwire was the only thing that cut through the darkness of the wood. Stars hid behind the veil of the city lights just beyond the trees and the moon hid, nestled behind blanketing clouds. 

His gun burned brighter than he did. 

Maybe it’d been that way for awhile- running on empty since his escape, burning the fumes in small bursts of ignition and hope only for the explosion to blow away into nothing. Small sparks was all it took. 

There was Ko. There was Masa. Now there was Buddy. Hell, even Ujiyasu was good for a laugh. Good for a hope. Good for a chance at something. 

But they were gone now, if any of them were ever really there in the first place. Nothing ever burnt for long around him. 

Koshosho was away, unburdened. 

Masa was betrayed, now independent. 

Ujiyasu was defeated and exiled. 

And little Buddy had just had enough he supposed. 

Everything was enough. 

It’d been enough for years now- years now to the date. The first time his soul was ripped asunder, the first time he had everything torn from him by tooth and claw and sword and fire. 

But it didn’t hurt any less. How the fuck didn’t it hurt any less?

Magoichi inhaled hard through his nose to snuff out the whimper in his throat. He had to be quiet. He couldn’t be found until it was done. They’d take this from him. 

He just hoped when he pulled the trigger, the chill of the ground would snuff out the matchwire’s fire. The last thing he wanted was to set the wood ablaze. It’d been a nice home for awhile.

Then again, he pondered, chin resting on top of the barrel, there wouldn’t be a corpse to find if it did. He could just disappear. Be gone and be done with it all. 

A wave of vile licked at the back of his throat. God, what a coward, he chided himself. It’s what he wanted, right? To be done? To just...stop?

Stop hunting. Stop hurting. Stop running. Stop pretending like there was anything else. 

He told himself as they made their way out of that prison that this would have to be his revenge: life. Despite everything, everything, the Oda could not kill all of the Saika. Countless times did they bring their hammer down, but the bird always had another leg to walk on. They had their wings. They had their heart. 

But did he even have that anymore?

They took it out so many times. In so many ways. Little Pekki. Sweet Honey. Some nights it wouldn’t be the nightmares, but the twist in his chest that choked the breath out of his lungs. Emptiness collapsing on itself and bringing the rest of his body down with it. Not many survived losing a perfect link. Even less would survive losing any other. 

He wasn’t alive. He was a husk, soul taken by the half with each of their passing's. What was a warrior without the ability to link?

His head slid down the barrel to rest his forehead against the cold metal, tears running down his nose onto the snow below him. The rifle shifted a tad at the movement, but his grip on it was firm. 

Magoichi drew in a shuttering breath through his nose. What was a samurai without his weapon? 

The old man said there wasn’t any dishonor in this, right? It was his own plan if things came to it- take his own life before the enemy had the satisfaction? Did that even still apply to him? 

They’d killed him. Nobunaga had killed him. 

All he was doing now was getting rid of the corpse. 

He wondered for the briefest moment how he’d be greeted in the next life. What would he see first? The disappointed congregation of his clan? His partners? Father? Brother?

He’d find out. 

“I’m sorry.”

The shot exploded past his good ear, leaving a ringing enough to drain out his own terrified scream. 

Something had him. Something grabbed him. Something-

<”Nice shot”>

Something had a hold of him, shifting his hand and head in a way that the gun teetered off to the left, missing him completely. Each tendril found their place as naturally as one would recline into a chair, keeping his body frozen, ridged in place. 

A sharp, stabbing peck on the top of his head polished off the sentiments. 

As quickly as it came, the sensation around him faded, leaving him to fall backwards into the snow. Hot tears bit through the numbness of his cheeks, and for a moment he swore he could see two stars flicker past the trees before everything fell into black. 

For the first time in years, his chest felt weightless. 

[ol-razzle-dazazzle]

soukoku prompt: agency!soukoku AU where Dazai makes a deal to save Chuuya's life but in exchange he would lose all of his memories of Chuuya

Okay well this was really interesting to work with- if you want to know more about the ability user see Karl Robert Eduard von Hartmann (honestly how Dazai saw Chuuya took a lot of inspiration from Koishi Komeiji from touhou so if you wanna look into that she’s a really interesting character would recommend)

 The details of this AU is that Hartmann works with Fyodor, and can manipulate the subconscious, Soukoku was originally with the Mafia but after Oda the two ran away together with the Agency, and mainly do the ‘leg-breaking’ jobs, which puts them in a morally gray but still with the good guys standpoint. Whether or not Atsushi, Kyoka and the others are there is irrelevant to this story, but Ranpo, Kunikida, Yosano and Fukuzawa are there by manner of timeline, but the only one who’s mentioned is Fukuzawa.

Without further ado, here is ‘You forget the gravity of the situation’.

“You’re not leaving.” Mori smiled at Dazai, looking directly into his now-healed eyes. “What you think you can forget it and leave it all behind, just because of him? Please tell me you aren’t serious.” Polite intimidation oozed from Mori’s voice. 

“People change.” Dazai smiled back, “People die, people fade, people come into lives. Think of it not as an end, but rather…”

“A beginning?” Mori stifled his laughter, the sharp glint of a scale rushed at Dazai’s head, which was thankfully dodged.

“Don’t worry, I know you won’t leave because you can’t. No one can forget.”

“Don’t leave, Dazai.” Was the last sentence the mafia executive heard. The door was open, freedom awaiting, the rays of streetlights slipping through. But a terrible obstacle was behind him.

Chuuya glared at him, and Dazai hopelessly offered a sad smile. 

“Don’t leave without me.” Was the first sentence two free men heard.

They were partners after all. They would follow each other to hell, heaven or purgatory.

And that’s how it was. With Ango’s help, they managed to get into the Agency. All was well, considering. Chuuya and Dazai couldn’t exactly go around ‘painting the town red’ (with blood) but it was a living. Due to their known nature they mainly were dispatched on simple jobs that would require normally risking their lives, but those were always the best (and most justifiable if they went a bit too far)

Until now.

It was meant to be a simple infiltration. Only one anemic man to kill, and by hell’s sake did they need to kill him. Fukuzawa himself ordered no holding back, kill any guards in sight. 

But there were none. 

“Hmm, maybe the President just wanted us to have some alone time together.” Dazai muses, threading his finger’s through Chuuya’s hand. 

“…It’s a trap, I can feel it.” Chuuya felt on edge.

“Well of course it is, it wouldn’t be infiltration otherwise.” Dazai leans down pressing his lips against Chuuya’s. “And even if it is, we can manage.”

Chuuya felt himself lean into Dazai’s affections, but felt his eyes fervently search the room. Aside from cameras, there was nothing else but empty halls, and the occasional squeak of a rat. No guards, which ironically enough, made them put their guard up even more.

“Chuuya.” Dazai’s call echoed through the other’s mind, as well as the walls. “We’ve been through worse, and we can handle this.” Chuuya’s grip tightened, sighing. 

“I know.” The door looms before them, and Chuuya swipes his hand away, turning the door.

Fyodor smiled, looming over them. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” The word hung in the cold air of the room. Dazai stepped forward. No…wait…why was there only one noi-

Dazai whipped his head around, his eyes widening. “Run.” Chuuya was struggling trying to activate his ability but to no avail. A man held a knife against his neck, and Chuuya stopped moving. But it wasn’t just a reflex, no…it was something more. His expression flickered to fear, a blank-filled state. 

Fyodor hums in thought, “Isn’t he a lovely man? My most welcome addition for now, a dear old friend… isn’t that right Hartmann?” The other man didn’t respond, as Fyodor gestured Dazai to sit down.

“For now?” Dazai raised an eyebrow, trying to keep calm, his voice trying not to tremble. Chuuya made no resistance, it was almost as if he wasn’t blinking or breathing, as if he wasn’t there. Dazai turned the chair to have eyes on both sides of the room. 

“You know, it’s pretty funny. I made up that I could manipulate the consciousness when I was kept prisoner and now…” Fyodor glances towards Hartmann.

“You really shouldn’t reveal your ally’s ability, Fyodor. I’m disappointed that you would make such an oversight for grandeur.” Dazai practically spits, trying to lose his eyes on Chuuya’s state.

“But it is necessary, after all- we need to make a deal.” Fyodor’s grin widened. Dazai fiddled with his bandages, untying the ones on his left hand, the gloves are off. Chuuya moved. “Grantors of dark disgrace…” Dazai smirked at Fyodor, but his expression evaporated upon seeing there was no change in Fyodor’s disposition. Do not wake me again… “Chuuya stop!”

Too late. Cackles filled the air, as Chuuya haphazardly unleashed brute force, missing shots, the walls crumbling around them. Blood splattered, but it was his own.

Hartmann stepped back, clicking his fingers. “You hate him for it, don’t you? That he’s had to seal you away, that you ran and left everything…” A soothing voice, so unsettling. Chuuya turned towards Dazai, a blank look on his face. He raised his hand, a black hole beckoning. 

“Don’t leave without me.” Dazai ran towards him, pain searing through his body, hugging Chuuya tightly. He glanced down, and saw red. It’s not working. Why isn’t it working? He’s going to die. 

Fyodor settled a hand on Dazai’s back, sending shivers up the other’s spine. No, if he was nullified he’d be dead by now. He wishes he was dead right now. Either by that or the black hole. A void would be nice right now. 

“Yokohama’s most dangerous duo…now wouldn’t you think that poses a threat?” Fyodor muses. “Because of your annoyance, I haven’t been able to get nearly as much done as I want to.” 

Corruption ran through Chuuya’s body, but his movement slowed, slowly consuming him. 

“Now, how about you forget?” 

“No matter what, you can’t forget.” Dazai responded through hissed teeth.

“Ah, I’m not talking about you leaving. You’ll get your wish, to leave together.” Fyodor smiles, as Hartmann grabs Chuuya, “He’s weak enough to manipulate the subconscious, isn’t he?” Fyodor asked, recieving a nod. “Perfect. But we’re forgiving so we’ll give you an option.”

“Let Chuuya die here alone, or forget him all together- that is, you will leave together, but you won’t remember him.” 

Fyodor glanced at the camera. “Your choice.”

Dazai got up, body quaking. His scarred hand touched Chuuya. 

“I’m not letting you leave without me.”

“Dazai.” An unknown voice beckoned him out of sleep. “Get up already you manic!”

Tousled hair rose from a bed, and a simple sentence that cut into their hearts more than anything else.

“Who are you?”

“You…you can’t be serious right?” Chuuya smiles nervously, setting a hand on Dazai’s own. “I’m your partner don’t give me that bullshit. I’m Chuuya, you can’t forget me- that had to be some intimidation bullshit from.” Dazai glanced down at his hands, freshly bandaged. He looked up, his expression back to normal.

“Who are you?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. No this…this doesn’t make any sense.”

“Why are you wearing a hat indoors?” No. Dazai would’ve insulted him. But this was Dazai, that’s for certain. He would’ve nullified the ability just by touching Chuuya. There’s no one else that could nullify…

No.

Chuuya left the room.

“How could you do this?!” A muffled yell was heard of a room nearby, and Dazai felt a pain in his chest. An emptiness. 

“You need to understand Chuuya that-” There was that name again. A name that felt familiar, yet so alien. A locked away memory, that would never be found.

“You nullified ours, you went along with him! Why, how could you do this to us?!” 

“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.” Fukuzawa responded calmly. 

“What happened to ‘All men are Equal’? This is bullshit. Why-” The walls shuddered, a crack was made near a drawer in Dazai’s room. He could remember the President, so why not him?

“Because I never trusted you two.” And with that sentence, Dazai understood that crippling feeling. Loneliness. That there was no one there for him, no one alive that could understand him. That he was never meant to be with others. Left alone, forgotten.

Tears dappled the sheets. The door slammed open, and he felt a robotic warmth of an unseen-before man hugging him, a choked sob. “Please, don’t forget me. Don’t leave me. Dazai please-” Dazai’s eyes shut tight, clutching the other in his arms, his heart ached more.

His eyes opened, and despite the painful ache in his heart his mind was clean of the memories of the other person. They were crying, but he didn’t know why.

“I don’t know you.”