#And Dazai entered and he throws his coat away
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౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ SAFEGUARD — dazai, chuuya, akutagawa
summary . . . they save you after you've been injured and captured by an enemy.
contents . . . sfw, f!reader (chuuya & dazai) and gn!reader (akutagawa), violence / blood, threats, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, established relationship, and it's pmboss!dazai bc i can't help myself — 3.5k total
notes . . . i got this request so long ago lol. not my best work, but i have been in the worst writing slump ever and just wanted to finish something. i've also never written for akutagawa before so pls be nice <3
𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 . . .
there are very few times that chuuya feels he’s been outsmarted. he knows he’s not the mastermind of the port mafia, but he certainly isn’t a fool. when it comes to you and your well-being, though, his mind short-circuits, half of his intelligence draining away while his emotions take hold.
your relationship isn’t a secret to anyone in the port mafia, which means that it isn’t a secret to your enemies either. and while most people know it’s hard to land a finger on chuuya directly, his pretty little girlfriend doesn’t have the power of a god nestled inside of her.
the rage sparks through him, growing fiercely into the blaze of a forest fire, until all he can think of is getting you home safely. he thinks of your sweet smile as he rips the door of the enemies’ base off the hinges, crushing it into a million pieces with the force of gravity.
the men are quick to react, but chuuya hurtles the crushed door towards them, knocking three of them to their feet. another group charges at him, but their guns do little against his skill. after years of fighting some of the strongest ability users, simple criminal organizations are as easy to step over like ants.
chuuya kills them all — except for one.
the man’s knees are wobbling, hand shaking around the gun as he realizes that these will be his final moments. there is fear in his eyes, brown ones that rest wide open, and chuuya almost hesitates. his remorse doesn’t last long, though, before he’s wrapping a hand around the man’s throat, thrusting him backwards.
“where is she?” chuuya asks, voice sharp and commanding.
he can feel the man swallowing.
chuuya knows that backup is probably on the way, but it won’t matter whether they show up or not. he’ll crush the rest of his enemies just as he’s crushed the last twenty men. the poor soul in his leather hold seems to know that as well.
“i-i’ll take you to her,” he rasps, dropping his gun to claw at chuuya’s hand.
he drops him, lets him take a few heaving breaths and coughs, before he’s kicking at him, forcing him back to his feet.
the young man takes him up the elevator, weaves him through a hallway as chuuya leaves a scattering of bodies in his wake, not hesitating to kill a single man that gets in his way. there is nothing that can keep him from you.
how fiercely and loyally he loves you — it drives him to near insanity.
finally, with blood coating his face and his clothes, the young man enters a room, locked with a code, revealing you.
chuuya’s rage is almost as blinding as his corruption, as he gazes at the sight of you. bloodied and bruised, tied up in a chair, so visibly harmed. his hands clench into fists. “get the fuck away from her,” he says to the man who seems to be monitoring you.
“what are you doing in here?” the men left in the room panic, but they don’t have time to react before chuuya throws them back at the wall, so quickly, with so much force, that their spines snap. they hit it with a sharp crack, skulls shattering against the plaster, the wall crushing beneath the weight of them.
limply, they fall to the floor.
chuuya rushes over to you.
the young man that led him here disappears, but chuuya isn’t worried about him. he’s a coward; he’ll likely flee from the country and never look back. the men that truly hurt you are already dead, and he’ll burn this building to the ground once he’s gotten you away from it.
“hey,” chuuya says, cradling your cheeks gently, trying to coax you back awake. he’s not sure if it’s exhaustion, blood loss, or the obvious head trauma that caused you to pass out in the first place. but you’re still breathing, so he counts that as a blessing.
“hey,” he whispers again, kissing your forehead, like it will heal all your ailments. “wake up, baby. we gotta get you out of here, okay?”
it takes you a few seconds to come to, eyes glazed over and shell-shocked as you blink at him. “chuuya?” you say; your voice is so hoarse it makes chuuya want to keel over and vomit. “is it really you?”
guilt gnaws at him, almost crushing, at the fact that thirty-six hours passed, and you’re delirious enough not to recognize him. you probably haven’t eaten, either.
he should’ve been there. no one should’ve ever had the chance to hurt you, yet…
“it’s me, i’m here,” he says, kissing your lips, your temple, brushing your hair away from your face. the strands are sticky with blood. “shit,” chuuya nearly shouts, pulling a knife from his pocket, sawing through the thick ropes around you as quickly as he can. “i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry.”
he can’t get you free fast enough, and you smile at him, drowsy, your eyes fluttering shut once more. “it’s okay, chuuya,” you say, leaning your head on his shoulder. “you’re here now.”
“you have to stay awake,” he says desperately, realizing your head is still bleeding. he doesn’t know how hurt you are. chuuya’s no expert when it comes to medicine, but he’s smart enough to know that internal injuries could be even worse than the external ones.
“stay awake for me, okay, honey? i’ll get you back to the boss and we’ll find you a doctor. you’ll be just fine.”
“okay, chuuya,” you hum, weakly gripping his back. seconds of silence pass before you mutter, “i just want to go home.”
"i know." his heart pulls, and he almost lets out a cracked sob. but he refrains, knowing that there is plenty of time to drown in his sorrows later.
finally, he gets the ropes under, lifting you from the chair. you’re so much lighter, weaker, and it makes him sick as he carries you. “let’s get you home.”
𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀. . .
the call comes just as akutagawa is getting ready to head home for the evening, his tasks completed, eyes heavy with exhaustion.
normally, he doesn’t stick around to say any goodbyes, sneaking off into the darkness of the night like a shadow, blending right in. but, something about the evening, so gloomy and drizzly with spring rain, feels off.
with a heavy knot in his chest, so much different than an incoming fit of coughs, akutagawa heads back up to mori’s office, if perhaps to only ensure that everyone else’s jobs had been completed. he’s a lot of things, but he’s never been a slacker; and he’ll do what it takes to ensure that his position in the mafia is eternally secure.
though, he doesn’t have the opportunity to get all the way upstairs before he run into the boss, who is calm, but with an air of irritation clouding him.
he explains the current situation to akutagawa in a clipped tone, bored — an enemy group has kidnapped you, holding you hostage.
“how rude is it to bother a man, just as he is getting ready to go to sleep?” mori says, sighing histrionically.
but what is a minor inconvenience to mori sends an entire wave of dread through akutagawa, his entire body feeling as if it’s been dipped in ice. he can’t explain the horror that washes over him, not really, because he shouldn’t feel so panicked. it is rare for him to get worked up about the danger his subordinates find themselves in, save for his sister, of course.
but you… you’re different.
“can i trust you to diffuse the situation?” mori asks, impatiently glancing at his watch as if that will change anything. “i can call someone else, but they will not be so quick.”
akutagawa doesn’t even think before he accepts the job, hating the way he sounds pathetically desperate for more details. his hands flatten the edge of his cloak, as if his ability is going to take on a mind of its own.
he calls for a driver, calm but breathing so heavily that an aching cough rises up in him. his throat feels as if it may begin to bleed, but he swallows, glances away from the driver and gets himself under control.
there’s a ransom — bring them the money and they’ll return you, mori had told him. you’re only a lower ranking member of the mafia, and someone that makes for a pretty poor bargaining chip, so the motive is questionable.
mori probably would’ve let you die, akutagawa knows, his teeth gritting together, so much so that a splintering sound comes from it. but the boss, in his infinite, concerning wisdom, seems to also know that his loyal dog has an soft spot for you.
as regrettable as that may be.
akutagawa has no doubt that whoever the enemy is, they are no match for him. still, a twinge of anxiety settles in his stomach, fingers jittery as the driver, despite the decreased traffic of the hour, seems to drive impossibly slow.
“are we not in a rush?” akutagawa snaps, leaning forward.
“apologies,” the driver, says, not daring to even look at akutagawa from the mirror. but the car speeds up, enough for akutagawa to be able to notice, at least. it cools the simmer that has already begun deep in his chest.
even so, the car seems to go at a snails pace, minute upon minute flying by, with you in the clutches of an enemy.
akutagawa doesn’t care who they are. he doesn’t care why, or how they captured you. he wants them dead. he’ll rip them apart, easily, and he’ll make them suffer — they’ll be alive for all of it, for every second that he peels the skin from their bones, ripping the smaller ones out of their sockets.
what he feels for you… well, it’s too hard for him to admit to himself. he has no experience with what it means to care for another person, doesn’t even know if that’s his goal. he just knows he wants to protect you.
and he can’t do that if you’re dead.
finally, the car pulls up to an old warehouse, one at the very outskirts of the port, beyond the docks and the shipping carts. it’s tucked far back, an obvious lair for some villainous organization that doesn’t want to be found.
akutagawa gets there, but there is nothing. he hears nothing, feels no signs of life as he trudges through the puddles left behind from the earlier rain.
a small string of panic begins again, as he wondered if maybe the call that mori had told him was only a ruse. maybe this entire time had been a distraction, a way to lure him away. there are other skill-users in the mafia, but none quite as dangerous as him.
though, he hears it, then. a small little sound, muffled and hoarse, full of pain.
he ducks into another corner of a warehouse, and you’re there — bound with chains and a gag across your mouth, one of your eyes blackened with bruises, your nose bleeding.
his heart aches. never in his life has he so quickly made his way over, used the sharp edges of his ability to shear through the chains, falling to his knees as he unbinds the cloth from your lips.
“where are they?” he rasps, mouth opening and closing, hating the sound of his own voice. he recognizes his desperation, his anger, but the affectionate sound that clips at the end is unfamiliar, as he shakily pulls himself closer to you.
you glance up at him, eyes glossy and wide, and though you are scared, hurt, he’s so thankful you are alive. his heart flips once, as you grasp at his cloak, the material that has the blood of so many staining the threads.
“gone,” you say, throat chalky, words nothing more than a note against the wind. “they fled when they heard it was you coming.”
“and left you?” he asks, jaw clenching, as he hopes that the emotions aren’t as visible on his features as he thinks they are. “were you not a ransom?”
“no,” you swallow, hard, as if in pain. he notices bruises around your neck, the shape of fingerprints indented there. “i was bait.”
anger rises up in him like a wave, engulfing him, wholly and relentlessly. he is no stranger to that, like he is the kindness you show him, the way you look at him as if he is your protector, rather than a bringer of destruction. “i’ll go after them. where are they headed? they’ll pay, i’ll slaughter—”
“ryunosuke,” you say, reaching for him as he stands, expression pleading as he backs away. “stay.”
he has half a mind to ignore you — the enemy escaped, after all. but your voice. your eyes… you look so small sitting there, bloodied and bruised and broken.
“please,” you try again, near tears, and though he has never been good with obvious displays of emotion, something within him snaps at the desperation in the word.
he nods, slowing his pace as he returns to you, lets you wrap yourself in him, cling to him. his hands fall, naturally, to your waist, somehow knowing where they belong, even if akutagawa never has a clue what he’s doing with you.
“i’ll call hirotsu,” he says simply, before pulling out his phone, not bothering to untangle himself from you.
𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 . . .
dazai is not a forgiving man, and will never learn to be. forgiveness is not a luxury he is often able to indulge in in his line of work, and his heart has hardened enough that until the end of time, those that are branded his enemies will remain his enemies.
though, in his blackened heart, one soured over the course of time, you have carved out your own little space, lit it up with golden rays of light that are fiery enough to melt the stone casing of his chest.
his only love — his only weakness. but it is a weakness that his enemies know about as well.
dazai tries his best to keep you safe. he always has, and he knows that, sometimes, his grasp on you can be a little too tight. that the way he tries to keep you under his watchful eye can sometimes be stifling, frustrating.
but he can’t always be there to protect you. and it is in times like these, that he regrets letting you go without a bodyguard. he regrets that he listened to your insistence that you could keep yourself safe.
he should’ve at least told you to take a friend.
“boss,” his subordinate says, bowing his head, his voice pleading, desperate. “i’m so sorry. your wife—”
“if anything… anything happens to her, you will be the one responsible, do you understand?” dazai says, his eyes cold as he glowers down at the man, only a few inches shorter than him, but feeling so much smaller. “i will personally see that this act does not go unpunished.”
“of course, sir,” the man says, and he, at the very least, has the decency to sound resigned. to accept his fate and suffer the consequences, for allowing the boss’s wife to get herself into such a situation.
and dazai means it, every last word; if he finds you in a state closer to death, anyone who put you in harm’s way will be torn apart from the inside out. he isn’t able to think of anything but bringing you home safely, his hands shaking with rage as he sends more than enough people out on a search to find you.
with all the strings he’s able to pull as the mafia boss, it doesn’t take long to find you, for those that have bravely — or stupidly — used his wife as bait to come forward, and offer an attempt at some sort of negotiation.
there’s little of the conversation that dazai remembers on the phone, even less that he remembers after that. the anger bubbles up in him and grabs hold of his conscience, the emotion directing his movements with a mind of its own.
he’s already sent out every last one of his people into the field, ensuring that the organization that had the gall to threaten you is wiped off the face of the earth. deleted from every corner of the world, buildings flattened to the ground. by tomorrow, they won’t have ever existed.
today, he doesn’t care what happens as long as he finds you alive.
you’re held hostage by two men — so completely beaten that they’ve given up on any restraints. whatever they wanted from you, you seemed to refused to have given up, lip bleeding, eyes swelling so badly that you can’t even open them.
dazai doesn’t hesitate before pulling the trigger on the first man, then turning to the other, shooting the hand that holds the pistol. the man recoils, shouts, and drops the weapon completely, as dazai lands another bullet to his knee, causing him to fall.
slowly, dazai walks up, firing again to his other arm, a loud snap echoing throughout the room. the man winces, trying to crawl to the gun, one last desperate attempt to stay alive.
he kicks the gun away, watching, as, pathetically, the expression in the enemy’s face changes — any of his remaining hope vanishes.
“you told me she was unharmed,” dazai says, bending down, his coat flaring out behind him as he squats.
the man coughs, gasping for air as the blood seeps out of him. “we lied.” he smiles cruelly, and though he shares the same sort of darkness as those in the port mafia, there is something even more twisted in his smile.
dazai hums. “you the leader?”
the man doesn’t give an answer, but the slight twitch of surprise on his face is all dazai needs. he’s no one — just a grunt whose life was put on the line to guard you.
“didn’t think so.” dazai shoots him once, straight through the forehead, instantly killing him. but he is vindictive, angry, and the man he truly wants to destroy, the one who took you, is nowhere to be found. another bullet lands, tearing apart the flesh of his temple, then another, and one more, his skull beginning to cave in from the force of it all.
dazai heaves, letting the gun clatter to the ground as it runs out of bullets, and then he realizes, all this time, you’ve just been watching him. the ugliest side of him — the worst side of him.
you’re no stranger to it, of course. how can you be, when you’ve shared a life with him for years? but that doesn’t mean he wants you to see it, see how bloodthirsty he can become.
he stumbles over to you, where you’re still sitting on the ground, your wrist in your lap, bent at an angle that he knows isn’t right. bruises are littered across your skin, and your hair is matted from the blood that pools at your temple.
it takes every ounce of restraint he has to stay calm, a million feelings swirling under his skin. ones that he was never familiar with until he met you.
“i’m sorry,” he says, taking your face in his hands so, so softly, worried that he’ll hurt you even more. “i’m sorry, darling. i should’ve — i should’ve been there.” dazai notices his hands are shaking and he balls them up into fists, leaning back. “fuck. fuck — i’ll kill them all, just tell me who it was. anyone who laid a finger on you. i’ll cut them down one by one.”
“osamu,” you say, and your voice is raspy, cracking, as your unbroken arm reaches for him, squeezing his shaking hand. “i—”
you open your mouth to continue, but only tears come streaming down your cheeks, over your bloodied lips, saltiness soaking your jawline. no words don’t leave you, but a soft sob chokes itself up your throat.
“hey, hey, hey.” dazai’s voice softens, every muscle in his body relaxing as he draws you nearer to him, into his chest with a touch that’s barely there. “you’re safe. i’m here, okay? they’re not going to hurt you again, sweetheart.”
you sniffle, barely making a sound, but he can feel the tears drop onto his clothes, soaking the material.
“can you walk? are you hurt anywhere else?”
you hesitate for a moment before answering; he’s not sure if there’s a reason you only answer the first question. “i can walk.”
dazai nods, and though the rage is still bubbling there, underneath the surface, there is a coolant streaming through him at the vision of you alive. the men who did this will pay the price, but he still has you — and that’s all that matters.
thank you for reading !!! ❤︎
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Your hands are cold
Female!Reader
╰┈➤ Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Atsushi Nakajima
Warning(s): Men, Blood, Mentions of Bruises, Scars, and Scratches, NOT PROOFREAD.
Requests are open!
Is he sick? Is he nervous? Scared or upset? What do I do...? Do I...Hold his hand?
⚘️Osamu Dazai
"I can't find her." He whispers, his eyebrows furrowing as he grits his teeth. "What?!" Kunikida pushed his glasses up to his face, as he turned to his fellow worker. "I can't find [Name]!" The brown-haired man snapped, throwing away a metal bar that was in their way.
He didn't expect this mission to be scary for him, he didn't know where you were after that explotion. God, why did you have to use your ability. All he heard from you before your disapperance was a "Bang." coming out of your mouth, which caused this big explotion, leading to them losing you.
"Keep looking for her! Atsushi, you look in that direction!" Kunikida ordered. You stood on a pile of cement, watching the three as they call out your name. Only for both Atsushi and Kunikida disappearing in your sight, leaving the poor Dazai who was throwing away piles of dirt and other materials which were used in this abandoned construction sight.
You slid down, walking behind the brown-haired male, still throwing away rubbish. "Samu." You spoke, poking the man's back. He turned around, hearing that nickname of his made his heart drop. "[Name]..." He sighed, closing his eyes. "Sorry, did I scare you?" You teased. "You did." He replied, shortly. You noticed his change of mood, maybe he really was scared.
You notice his hands shaking, holding them and felt the coldness of it running through your fingertips. "Your hands...are cold." You commented.
He blinked, looking at your hands which were intertwining with his. He smiled, "Your hands are warm." He proceeded to hug you tight. "Just don't disappear again...Please."
🍁Chuuya Nakahara
"[Name]?" He called out for you, staying silent as he waited for a response. He knocked at your door, you were hella quiet in your office. At this time you'd be blasting music, and he'd be the one to tell you to keep it down. But today, it was quiet...Too quiet.
"[Name], did you fall asleep? Open the damn door!" He huffed, his patience shortening. He had enough, kicking down the door as a thud was heard, after. He looked at the empty chair. Darkness was invading the area.
"Where the..." He fell silent again, his heart dropped. 'Maybe she went out on a mission...' He tried convincing himself that you were just in the building. He walked out of your office, walking through the dark quiet halls.
He stood infront of two large doors, the office of the Port Mafia's Boss. He knocked, pulling up his coat's sleeve as it was about to fall off. "Enter." He heard, opening the large door as he stepped inside.
"Boss." He spoke, while walking towards the man who was seated, a little blonde girl doodling by his side. "Chuuya. What brings you here? Any trouble with the oth-"
"Where's [Name]? Is she on a mission?" He asked directly, even if he tried to hide it, his tone of voice laced with fear and worry. The boss seemed to catch up, "She's with Akutagawa and Higuchi, I suppose. Higuchi-kun came here to ask permission to join in a fellow mafia." He raised a brow.
He heard Chuuya swear under his breath. The boss leaving a breathless laugh, "Don't worry. I'm sure Akutagawa knows what he's doing. I'm afraid he doesn't want you to be upset." Chuuya turned his back, "He's making me quite upset now. If Higuchi comes in, tell her to go to my office, please." Chuuya bowed his head after earning a nod from Mori.
As he went out, he heard the sound of footsteps nearing. He furrowed his brows, gritting his teeth as he used his gravity to go to the location of the footsteps in the speed of light. "Higuch-" He stopped, nearly hitting the girl who stood infront of him, nearly falling backwards, he tries keeping his balance.
"[Name]!" He held both of your shoulders, checking around your face and body if you had any bruises or scars. "I'm okay, Chuuya." He glared at you, "I said you're my partner, not theirs, your mission is my mission, and my mission is yours."
You giggled at his words, "I know, I know, don't be mad now.." He removed his hands from your shoulders. "One of your gloves fell." You commented, about to pick it up when he placed his hand on it first. As you placed your hand ontop of his, you felt the coldness of it.
"You wear gloves, how come your hands are cold?" You put your hand away as you both stood up still. "It's nothing." He wore his glove, trying to avoid that topic. "You were scared, weren't you?" You teased, earning an eye roll from Chuuya. "What if I was?" He huffed. You leaped into his arms, giving him a big hug. "I'm here now..."
☘️Ryunosuke Akutagawa
"Let's split up!" You shouted, hearing explotions from here and there. You were in a battle field with Atsushi and 3 other of his co-workers. They were much more stronger than some of your men. "That'll be the dumbest thing to do! Don't!" Akutagawa shouted back as he fought Atsushi with Rashomon. "I'm sorry!" You replied before hitting Atsushi from behind, dragging him along by the collar of his shirt.
You watched as Akutagawa watched you with wide eyes, getting distracted by Kunikida who threw a grenade infront of him. He looked back again to see you nowhere to be found.
You ran and ran until feeling the pain strike your back, you looked below and there was a tail which wrapped your stomach. You get pulled front and crash into a pile of cement. You screech in pain, before looking at the body approaching you.
His head was bleeding and he looked at you with anger. "Stay put, kitty. You're not going anywhere!" You ran to him, grabbing his suspenders and using it to choke his neck. His arm formed into one of a tiger's, scratching your hand as you tightened the grip around his neck.
"Why do you hate me so much!?" He screamed out, trying to get away from your grasp. He managed to cut the suspenders with his claws and fell backwards, coughing as he was about to lose consciousness.
The moment he looked up you disappeared into thin air, running to the place where Akutagawa and you were once in. He was gone. You ran and searched for him everywhere, blood dripping out of your arm as the pain was not important as he was.
You turned around after hearing noise from behind, looking at the man who was bruised up and coughing. "Ryu-san!" You ran up to him, hugging his back as you sighed.
Tears were forming in your eyes as he stayed quiet, he turned around, looking at your weak state. "You're okay." He closed his eyes before taking a deep breath, happy, only before he saw a deep scratch on your arm. He held your hand and you shrieked at how cold it was.
"Your hands are cold." You squeezed his hand. He ignored your comment and ripped a part of his already ruined shirt, wrapping it around your bloodied arm. "You scared me." He admitted. You laughed, watching the cloth wrap around your arm. "It's okay, I'll always find my way back to you."
🪻Atsushi Nakajima
"Atsushi-kun." Dazai poked the named male, "Hm?" Atsushi turned his head, facing a serious-looking Dazai. He started to sweat in nervousness. "Y-Yes, Dazai-San?" He smiled nervously, "Where's [Name]?" He asked, Atsushi blinked, realizing that your presence made the atmosphere quite different today..Only to realize you were not here at all. He looked at the chair, which was facing back at him.
He turned it, only to see no one sitting there. All this time you weren't here?! He stood up and fell backwards, his chair rolling to Dazai's side. "Oops." The brown-haired male blinked. He looked at Atsushi who sat up, rubbing his head as he tried recollecting all his thoughts.
"Do you know where she is?!" Atsushi quickly stood up, panicking as he looked around the whole office. "No, not at all." Dazai replied, looking at the busy Kunikida. "Relax, Atsushi, she must be out with Naomi." Atsushi sighed, only to remember when they were cornered that one time.
What if you got hurt? What if you both got hurt? He quickly excused himself only to be stopped by Kunikida. "You still have a lot to report, Atsushi. Stay here." He ordered, pushing up his glasses as he continued typing. Atsushi shook his head, starting to get on his knees as he begged Kunikida to go out. Dazai laughed, "C'mon Kunikida, aslong as he comes back in no time." Kunikida sighed, finally letting Atsushi go.
Atsushi let out strings of gratitude before rushing out the door. He was about to walk around the city and look for you, until he saw a glimpse of [Hair color] hair. He quickly looked at the side, watching the girl enter the cafe.
He quickly went inside, seeing you. "[Name]?" He poked your back, you turned around seeing Atsushi in a scared state. You watched him as he sighed in relief. "God, you scared me, I thought you were at the office- And I thought something was wrong since you were quiet! Plus you were facing back at me and I thought I did something wrong so I gave you a bit of space- Until Kunikida told me you were with Naomi but it looks like you're alone..." Atsushi rambled out.
You blinked, trying to process every single word he just said. "Atsushi, relax! I'm okay. I was with Naomi, she went up, she wasn't in the mood for coffee." You giggled. You held his hands, flinching from how cold it was. "Your hands are cold..." You looked down, before looking straight into his eyes.
"I-I was scared that you were gone..I thought you'd be in danger." He smiled awkwardly. You smiled, ruffling his hair before dragging him into a table to sit at with you.
Still holding his hands and placing both yours and his ontop of the table. "I know you'd save me if I was, now, let's get a cup of coffee and warm ourselves up, shall we?"
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what could've been
soukoku x reader
wc : 0.4k
warnings : none, skk giving me fEElinGS, it's not [exactly] angst but it still makes you wanna *throw table* yk??
synopsis : sweet dreams and reality
a/n : inspired by kayssuxx -> ‘if only’ sskk art on tiktok
“Kunikida is going to have your ass if he finds you slacking again~” You sang-song with a smile as you entered the cozy coffee shop that resided beneath the Agency office. The sight of Osamu’s relaxed face, foam coating his upper lip, made your heart swell.
The brunette licked the mess off his face with a grin, standing up with a dramatic flair before bounding over to you, “Not if he doesn’t catch me! What Kunkida doesn’t know won’t kill him!...probably.”
“Because I keep covering for you.” Chuuya’s voice rings out pleasantly in the quiet shop, tone both exasperated and amused. His red hair contrasts the beige color palette he wore beautifully, giving a lighter air to him.
Your heart thudded against your ribcage as you watched them share a kiss before they both turned to you and pressed their lips to your cheek. Your fingers curled in the material of Chuuya’s turtleneck, breathy giggle escaping as you returned their affections.
“C’mon, let’s take our stuff up to the office or else Kunikida will have all of our asses.”
Dazai gave a bubbly laugh and snaked his arm around Chuuya’s waist, mouthing off about something, but you were too busy focusing on how bright the redhead’s eyes were as he playfully bantered back with Osamu and held out his hand for you to come closer.
As the three of you trudged upstairs to the Armed Detective Agency’s office, it felt like you were floating with how many butterflies swirled around in your chest.
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With the haze of your dream-addled mind wanting desperately to go back to sleep so it could continue, it was difficult for you to begin waking up.
The light peeking through your curtains told you it was day, as did the sounds of your boyfriends bantering playfully while they got ready. Hearing your name being thrown around forced your eyes to flutter open, ears finally picking up on Chuuya’s voice as you slowly sat up in bed.
“Come onnn, Doll, ‘n wake up! If I’m late again, the boss will have my ass and you know I hate not seeing you before I leave—“ Chuuya’s eyes widen at your glassy eyes and at the singular tear that streaks down your cheek.
His sudden silence immediately alerted Dazai, who’d poked his head out of the bathroom to see what was going on, before rushing to your side. “Belladonna? What’s wrong?”
“Ah…” You blink, fingers brushing away the wetness from your cheek; you hadn’t even realized you were crying. “I’m alright…just..”
The sight of Chuuya in his typical mafia wear brought you back to reality, forcing a weak laugh from you as you tried to ease their worries (and the faint ache in your heart for what could’ve been).
“Just a dream, is all…”
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Can there still be love?
《pairing: mafia!Dazai x reader》
He has the kindest eyes I’ve ever seen and yet��.
“Try, just try… - Dazai takes his coat off, standing in front of you. - Try defeating me, I dare you.”
“Dazai, - you pause after calling his name, letting out a sigh. - we can’t keep doing this.”
and yet he hides those eyes from me.
“Why are you stepping away? - he raises an eyebrow. - this isn’t like you at all.”
You shake your head: “I’m sorry, Dazai. Not this time.”
Taking a step back without breaking eye contact, you continue: “I don’t want to fight you anymore.”
Dazai stays silent, lowering his head.
“I know you don’t want to either. - finally, you turn your back on him, heading to the exit. - I know you don’t want to hurt me.”
As soon as you finish your sentence, a bullet flies past your left ear, leaving you shook, eye widened.
“I’m not forgiving you this time, love.”
Your breath deepens, hands start trembling as you turn your head around. There is Dazai, pointing a gun at you. Cold stare, arrow hands who do not shake a bit, sweat dripping off his face while lowering his gun. His whole exterior was shouting fight me.
“I lived to see this day, uh? - you let out a psychotic laugh, wiping the blood behind your ear. - Fine, I’m used to giving you what you want.”
You say as you sprint towards him, handling your swords and flashing them in front of your opponent, ex partner and lover.
He has the most sublime touch of them all and yet…
You moan as his fist hits your stomach, leaving you breathless for a moment. Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop you.
… he only poisons me with his hands.
You scar his skin one hit after another, unleashing his bandages. For a slight second, your eyes meet his. But you had nothing but rage in that moment, thus…
“Shit.”- he cusses as you almost cut his right eye out, leaving a huge mark bleeding.
Out of frustration, Dazai starts aiming recklessly, while you slyly avoid his bullets that had your name on them.
“You still blame me for what happened, uh Dazai?!” - you shout from afar, trying to catch your breath.
“It is idiotic of you to even ask this question.”- he refills his gun and starts walking towards you.
“Alright then, - you throw you swords on the ground, raising your empty hands up. - if that’s what you believe, end this for both of us.”
Dazai widens his eyes but regains his focus, as if he was reminding himself not to soften in any way. He was always so gentle to you, and you were trying desperately to take a glimpse of that Dazai.
He is your safe place, and yet…
“Any last words?”- Dazai asks, aiming his gun at you.
… and yet he was never saved.
“I didn’t do it, and if you, for once or even for the smallest moment loved me, you’ll know I’m not lying to you, Dazai.” - you gulp hard, biting your lip as you withhold your tears.
There it is, hesitation.
You look at him and it felt like he was having an inner battle of whether to pull the trigger or not.
“How can I believe you when everything I have and know leads me to you?!”- he shouts, approaching even closer and grabbing you by the collar. His hot breath hits your face, as you both stare at each other’s lips. You bite yours as he scans your face, which gives you a rapid heartbeat.
His lips have always made you melt, and yet…
“Why should I believe you and not the rest of the world shouting your name?!- Dazai was hurting, you could see it in his shaky voice, watery eyes and dark circles formed under them.
… they were whispering the coldest words.
“You have forgotten, Dazai. - you try to cup his cheek but he flees away from your touch. - it used to be us against the world. Thus I ask you, why would you listen to the world and not me?”
For the first time in forever, you see a light entering Dazai’s eyes. Like some sort of epiphany hit him as you said those words whilst asking for some hope from his eyes. He lets go of your collar and pushes you away.
“If you didn’t do it, then who did?”- You could sense his anger slowly disappearing as his trust in you was rebuilding slowly.
“I’ll tell you everything if you promise me something.”- you say, gathering your swords and tiding yourself up. Dazai puts his gun down, wiping the blood still falling from the injury you caused in his eye.
He raises an eyebrow as you approach him.
“Promise you’ll let me heal this.”- you point at his eye, which he immediately covers.
“Has it always been a habit of yours to hurt me then to heal me?”- he scoffs, shaking his head.
“Has it always been a habit of yours not to listen me beforehand you do something crazy?”- you snap back, making Dazai chuckle a bit.
“You’re crazy.”- he says as you two start walking away.
“Oh so I’m the crazy one here?!”
There you go, just like old times, blubbering and fighting aimlessly.
“Let’s change the habit of meeting like this, love.”- you say as you lend a kiss on his cheek. - I know you miss me immensely, but come on, try not to kill me next time.”
“You were right though, I don’t want to hurt you.”- there they were, his kind eyes meeting yours and those lips melting your whole being.
He was everything but what he used to be, and yet he trusted you. There was trust for sure, but what bout love?
Can there still be love?
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The Other Half (of the Worm) by girlinstory
Dazai and Atsushi go out for drinks after the events of Dead Apple.
Dazai returned to the dormitory along with the rest of the agency. Coverup wasn't their job, after all. That was Ango's problem.
The walk took longer than it normally would, but convincing Atsushi to go out again took longer still. At first, a raincheck for the celebration was requested, exhaustion cited, but they both knew Atsushi wouldn't be getting any sleep that particular night.
The argument gave them time to change out of their bloodstained clothes. Dazai refused to leave, lest Atsushi go out the window (again), but he did turn a gentlemanly back while his protégé changed.
Dazai had already thrown away his white suit coat and vest. The black shirt barely showed the blood. He was practically presentable.
They went to an izakaya around the corner. Too pricey to be a usual haunt, but that was the point. He ordered for them both. Shōchū, served in a wooden box. He showed Atsushi how to hold the masu, and his protégé followed diligently along, copying his movements correctly if somewhat sluggishly.
Dazai ordered food too, because he was a responsible mentor. Small plates of hot things that were simple to consume. Yakitori, some dumplings, tempura, (not edamame).
Atsushi still didn't eat.
Well, it was Kunikida's card.
He waited until Atsushi had finished his shōchū, which took so long Dazai began to suspect the the first few, tentative sips had already worn off. Then he asked, as nonchalantly as possible after all that build up, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Why?" Atsushi laughed, but for the first time Dazai did not find the sound particularly melodious. "It doesn't matter what I say now."
"Why is that?"
Atsushi held the masu between two hands, forming them into a square. "I told Kyouka not to kill him, but it turned out I already had."
They were interrupted for a moment by the somewhat tired "Irasshaimase!" as another group of patrons entered the izakaya.
"And how did she reply?"'
Atsushi frowned. Dazai could barely see it in the low lights from paper lanterns, but he could hear it in his voice. "She said that the Port Mafia's killing and the Agency's killing were different."
"What do you think?"
"I think Kyouka is right, but I- but I don't-" He gave a little growl in frustration, something Dazai would have teased him about under any other circumstances.
"But you still don't like to kill?" he prompted instead.
A nod.
Dazai stripped the panko off a shrimp. "Do you remember that friend whose grave I was visiting?"
Another nod.
"He was a member of the Port Mafia. He could have been an executive, but he never graduated past flunky because he didn't like to kill people either."
"Did he die because of it?" Drunk Atsushi was blunt. What a fun fact.
"No," said Dazai, but of course, he had to add, "He died because other people tried to take advantage of his ability."
This time, Atsushi didn't ask, though his silence was eloquent.
Dazai tried not to let his own silence speak too much. Atsushi would only apologize again if he knew how regularly he gave his superior palpitations- and not the fun kind. Dazai had a new nightmare every other week, whenever Atsushi decided to throw himself in front of some novel peril.
Surely there would be new ones now, about black cages and electrical currents, but the last time Dazai had actually slept- sometime last week- his dreams all featured Kyouka's murder and Atsushi's subsequent Kill Bill style rampage (with the yellow jumpsuit, but without the happy ending).
"That's why I left the Port Mafia."
"I see," Atsushi said slowly, like he was afraid slurring would be an insult to Oda's memory. "Thank you for telling me about him."
Dazai grinned. "Are you still upset that Kyouka didn't tell you the phone was from her mother?"
"What? No! I just-"
"She was ashamed."
Atsushi was frowning again. "Of what?"
This time, Dazai leaned into his own intoxication and used the pad of his thumb to smooth out the furrow in Atsauhi's brow.
"I imagine because she had used the cellphone to control Demon Snow to fight alongside the ability that killed her parents."
"But that's- How else is she supposed to survive? She has nothing to be ashamed of!"
Dazai hummed inarticulately. The furrow came back, and he smoothed it again. "You're very understanding of others for someone who's so unforgiving of himself."
There it was again. Dazai was doomed to toil eternally over Atsushi's forehead, like Sisyphus with his boulder, but he had taken it upon himself and would not fail the challenge now. This time he kept a hand on Atsushi's cheek, elbow resting impolitely on the table between them.
"What happened to Shibusawa was an unusual iteration to be sure, but it was still self defense." Dazai gentled his voice to make up for the harshness of the words. "You were a child who was strapped to a chair and electrocuted. What choice do you think you had that you could make the wrong one?"
And wasn't it serendipitous how Dazai's hand was now perfectly positioned to wipe away the tears that followed?
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oh my gosh I adored that dazai piece! could you write a part 2 with the readers reaction?
Thanks for requesting! Glad you enjoyed the last part (:
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♡ You’re not judging his simplistic lifestyle as he leads you into ‘his’ apartment. There is enough lying around to show someone is living there, but not enough to say it’s comfortable. Then again, who are you to be surprised when Dazai has been such a hard-working, single man. He scratches the back of his neck, apologizing that it’s not an amazing location, but at the same time, he welcomes you warmly into his home, and that’s all that matters, right? A gentleman through and through, he takes your coat and hangs it up, shows you around the small home, and taking his time to explain the amenities to you. You wonder why he feels the need to show you everything so thoroughly, but when the sound of a teapot rings out, you immediately forget about it again.
♡ Following his instructions to sit down at the small table, you admire how well-kept the tatami mats are, even though the walls are bare. No photos or art, no unnecessary clutter. “You’re very minimalistic,” you joke and Dazai chuckles, standing in front of two cups of tea as he is preparing them for you two. “I sure hope you can change that in the future,” he hints, winking at you, and you feel butterflies in your stomach as you realize what he’s playing at. Having a future with him surely would be nice, wouldn’t it?
♡ Thanking him for the cup of tea, you eagerly take a sip, burning yourself lightly on the hot glass while tasting the unfamiliar blend of tea he’s serving. Your dates hadn’t been awkward before, but Dazai isn’t talking much this time, and you realize the ticking of the wall clock. Trying to lift the mood, you try complementing the few nice things you find around the room, like the TV and how clean everything is, but you still end up unable to keep up a conversation with him. Worried, you ask if he’s alright, since usually he’s such a big talker, and his expression grows surprised before he smiles, avoiding your question by asking how you like the tea. Admittedly, it’s a bit disappointing that now that he allowed you into such an intimate atmosphere, you two don’t seem to get along as well as you did at first, but you’re not going to tell him, complementing the tea with as many lavish words as you can think of.
♡ “There are some things I haven’t told you about me.” You’re suppressing a yawn as he finally speaks up, his voice low, regretful. Hoping he doesn’t think you’re rude for almost yawning, you reach for his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. No matter what he tells you, you are sure you two can work it out. Dazai smiles briefly at your hand on his, enveloping it with his second one. “I used to be one of the bad kind. The one you don’t want to meet in a dark alley.” Gulping, you nod. Well, everyone makes mistakes, and their past may be less pretty than it seems. “L-Like the Port Mafia!” you try to joke, pressing out a laugh, but Dazai doesn’t laugh with you. So, quickly, you shut your mouth, smiling at him. “It’s okay,” you keep reassuring him, and this time, you are able to turn his sorrowful expression into one of slight relief. “Yeah, just like them. So, how would you like to stay here? I can keep you safe as long as you’re here.”
♡ Drowning the last bit of tea you have, you splutter, coughing as his words surprised you. “O-Oh.” Did he mean staying with him? Or stay here in the apartment? Were you in danger? Why? For how long? “That’s really nice of you, but I have my own home, a-and a job, so...” Retracting your hand from his, Dazai is left with a deep frown as you try to stand up, uncomfortable by how this date is turning out. Sure, you like him, and he’s doing his best to please you, but this was going a bit too fast for your taste. The moment you try to stand up, you are met with a sudden dizziness, making you stagger. Calling out to you, Dazai worriedly rounds the table, catching you from falling, and you apologize profusely. “It’s okay, here.” He unfolds the futon for you, helping you lie down, and you keep apologizing for the inconvenience, but he merely smiles tenderly at you, holding your hand and telling you it’s okay. It’s to be expected. What?
♡ The room becomes uncomfortably quiet as you struggle to focus on anything besides the white noise ringing in your ears. You wish to say something, do something, call for help, but the warmth of Dazai’s hand slowly fades as you close your eyes. Falling into a weird kind of sleep, you are well aware of the lack of dreams you have, and when you finally manage to pull yourself out of the darkness, you wake up in the late evening. Wrists tied to the wall over your head and ankles to the opposite one, you start to panic, unable to understand how this could have happened. You never thought Dazai to be that kind of person, even when he told you about his shady past. Luckily, you don’t have to wait long, as you hear the door open, and you hold your breath for a moment, scared of who could have entered. But by the humming, you realize it’s just Dazai, immediately making some noise to get his attention. “Ah, you’re awake,” he smiled, trotting over with a grocery bag in his hand, and sitting down by your side. “I know it’s a little uncomfortable but bear with it, okay? It’s just until I’m sure you’re safe here. Can’t have you be seen out there, you get it.”
♡ You try desperately to tell him that no, you don’t get it and that he needs to let you go, please. But instead of listening, Dazai merely unpacks dinner, waiting for the moments that you open your mouth to speak so he can feed you, unbothered and with a happy smile every time you take a bite. How could you misjudge a person like that? What even was going on? Growing more agitated and angry, you start swearing and trying to kick at him, but Dazai seems unfazed as he finishes your dinner, appreciating the bites he takes from where you had bitten off from. Until you realize you can’t continue like this, getting the feeling that he’s been through worse than just you throwing a tantrum - how he calls it. And slowly, the quieter you grow, no matter if you are crying, hiccuping and sobbing, pleading with him, he starts telling you about his past. With every detail, your eyes widen, and you grow more desperate to get away, but Dazai never even looks at you, only musing about how lovely the moon is, just like when he killed that other guy with only his hands. Pushing the groceries aside, he lays down on top of you, head buried in your chest and disgusting you with the deep breaths he is taking. “But you,” he mumbles into your shirt. “I can save you.”
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ONE QUICK DESTINATION || OSAMU DAZAI
PAIRING: Osamu Dazai x GN! Reader
TYPE: one-shot
WORD COUNT: 1.8k
WARNINGS: none
SYNOPSIS: Dazai asks you to make a stop somewhere before you both head home.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: soft dazai, soft dazai, soft dazai, SOFT DAZAI. btw i am sorry if this sucks i just wanted to write soft dazai to comfort myself, okay, hehehe
The sun was setting, near the peak of its set where the vibrant warm colors were fading into its soft mist of navy blue. From the horizon, your eyes trailed from the road for a brief moment. City lights of nearby bars of Yokohama glimmered on sight; a yawning Dazai on the passenger seat while he fiddled with the radio. Old 90's music playing in a gentle whim—more so to keep the background noise to settle in with the drive home.
"Mind if we stop for a bit?"
Raising an eyebrow, you turned to Dazai. A cocky smirk on his lips before pleading into his large eyes. The same damn look he'd throw at you to cause your stomach to turn into a pit of cartwheels. Sighing, you nodded and asked, "what's the destination?"
"A nearby gas station," he clicked his tongue. "Let's get some snacks, my love."
Unsure of his odd request, you decided to go along with it anyway. Because it was Dazai; the man you were in love with, yet also, found annoyance in every time he invaded your space. (Sure enough, even Kunikida lectured you about teaching the man proper manners to take his work seriously.)
Gas station lights flickered from afar; parking the car near the entrance, Dazai hopped out in a flash. Tan trench coat swayed too quickly along with the faint breeze before he ran into the store as you blinked.
Too exhausted to enter in, so you rest your arm against the edge of the open window. Eyes gazing out to the empty parking lot. A ghost town. Ironically, even for—your eyes darted to the time depicted on the car radio—only it to be ten minutes past eight in the evening.
You yawned, fiddling with the radio in hopes of finding a low upbeat song to make the attempt of you getting some type of energy to drive. God. Knowing your lover, Dazai was the unexpected; twiddling thumbs and flicker of his flirty smile was enough to swoop your heart up.
(Even though, he really did the most.)
The door opened before you looked over to your right, watching your lover rummage into the passenger seat with plastic bags in his hands. Glass clanking inside one of them; clearly signaling that he must've bought alcohol—or some type of drink—along with the bags of chips that peeked out from the bags.
"You know we were going to go grocery shop—"
"I actually have another request, baby," Dazai said, putting the bags in the back seat of the car. Fighting back a tired sigh, he grinned cheekily; that genuine smile that caused you to smile back, regardless of your mood, and he fell back into his seat. "Follow my directions. I'll tell you where to go."
A laugh trailed out from your lips. "You're not going to kill me, are you?"
Dazai gasped jokingly. "You think I would ever commit such an act? How cruel, love."
Shaking your head, you exhaled. "Directions?"
And Dazai informed you of where to go, even in the midst of opening a bag of chips every so often before feeding you one while you rested at a stoplight. During some moments, he'd play a song from your phone in the car that reminded you of him—regardless of its cheesy satire, Dazai found amusement in it. Perhaps it was the blush tickling your cheeks as you turned away every so often.
Little did you know that you fluttered his heart as well. And after turning left three times, with you driving up a hill, he'd reward you with a bite of a crunchy chocolate bar that he'd share with you. Joyous laughter pooling his lips; the taste of milk chocolate on the tip of his tongue. Though he'd rather allow himself to have that taste be engulfed down your throat—but that'd be for a later time, he supposed.
You were driving up a hill and he changed the song after continuous soft pop music filled the atmosphere of the car. The sun had died down long ago; night crept in. A full moon. Stars bouncing on the clouds. Dazai watched the sky, watching the shadows of trees blind the view of the moon above. Most likely calling out to him from afar; for what words, he didn't know. Nothing mattered to him.
He turned to you; eyes squinted from the darkness of the forest due to the lack of streetlights. Only you mattered to him. His heart fluttered.
"Okay, where are we going?" You asked, tilting your head as your hands gripped on the steering wheel tighter. "You're not trying to kill me, are you?"
"You're funny, baby," he chuckled, gnawing on the chocolate bar. "Just a whittle longhur—"
"What?" You let out a laugh. "Swallow then speak, silly."
He licked his lips and grinned. "You just want another bite."
"Sure," a roll of your eyes answered his mental question. "Gimme."
He reached the candy bar closer to you as you took a quick bite of it before stopping at a stop sign.
Dazai watched you cover your mouth as you ate, looking at the surroundings near the both of you. At one point, he talked about how he saw a crowd of raccoons running across the bushes laid out amongst the green of nature. So random. Yet adorable all at once. Not that you minded.
After ten minutes of an old rock song filling in the ambiance of Dazai's crunching as he shared his other bag of chips with you, your eyes opened largely at the city of Yokohama laid out below you. Realizing you had driven up a high hill, you watched alongside the empty parking lot that you pulled in. A smiling Dazai close to your side. He asked you to park the car.
So, you did.
Adjusting your seat, you watched the lights below that made up the city for what it is. Each building lit up the darkness that surrounded the whole city; a crowd of attractions filled with endless poetry and stories that were unknown to strangers that lingered on every corner of each street. Mystery tales with hidden endings. A citizen with their own life; curiosity would kill the cat for some, even for you, watching the movements of the lights flicker as your eyes flutter to a blink.
"Let's sit in the back, shall we?" Dazai noted and you obliged. Both of you made your way to the back seat, and on cue, he immediately grabbed ahold of your figure while he rested his back against the side of one of the car doors. Head planted on the cool window. His eyes trailed alongside the lights that you were just gazing upon. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"This is what you wanted to show me..." your voice slowly fanned out a breath. Words weren't used to describe the magical view from up above; neither of you ever basked in Yokohama from this high up together. Even so, a new experience for you—not that you minded, with your boyfriend intertwining his fingers with yours. A tight knot.
"It's truly beautiful just like you, my love," Dazai whispered before planting a quick kiss on your cheek. He adjusted his position as he swung an arm to the trunk of the car.
You watched him throw over a loose blanket on top of you, where you smiled at the faint bit of warmth covering your legs before he tightened his grip on you. Back close to his chest. Chin resting on your shoulder. Nose nudging into the pillar of your neck.
"You're so warm," he chuckled before keeping his grasp on you tight. A dance of his fingers near your hips caused you to squirm into a fit of laughter, causing the ring of your echo to fill up the empty void of the car—not minding the music still casually playing on its low volume—and Dazai grinned, shutting his eyes in delight. "Absolutely breathtaking; that's what you are. God, I'm in love with you, belladonna."
Your head swung back; dark tousled mocha hair tickling the tip of your nose. The scent of his chocolate from before made its way to capture your attention. Letting out a yawn, your arms stretched. "You're too good to me," you said, shaking your head around near the column of his neck. "Stop that."
"I don't think so, silly," Dazai laughed before poking your hip as you flinched at the touch. "You're too adorable for me to stop. I think I'll keep holding onto you for a while longer."
You smiled before your eyes softened into a close. "I don't want you to let go."
"I don't plan on letting go, my love."
"Promise?"
He shook his head before keeping a smile painted on his lips. Facial expression etched into a sketch filled with adoration; happiness hidden within the glow of the golden acrylic in his eyes. Dazai leaned in, kissing you passionately on the lips; thumb trailing alongside your skin before you felt his grasp on you get closer to his chest.
"I promise, love," he breathed alongside your lips. Your eyes were still dazed; lost in exhaustion, nearly on the brink of sleep. "One night, I will propose to you and the moment you say 'yes', then I will forever know that I can be happy with you for the rest of my life."
You held back a laugh. "What makes you think I'll agree to marry you?"
"Well, ouch," he gasped dramatically. "Am I that too much to handle?"
"Sometimes."
"I know you love me."
A grin rose on your flushed face. "I love you very much, Dazai."
"Good," he kissed your nose before your figure slowly fell deeper into his body though your position was more laid down onto the—somewhat—comfortable seats of the car. "Someone's tired."
Not wanting to respond, you only hummed and slapped him playfully on his hand. The way you always messed around with him—regardless of Dazai's silly antics, he'd fall in love with you more. Nonetheless, the way you caused his heart to dance; heartstrings strung along with a melody that he couldn't forget. On tune, on repeat—a love that wasn't broken on record.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips against your head before the back of his head met with the car window once again. The city lights never failed to amaze him; a beautiful view it was. White flickers of illumination mixing in with a dash of midnight despite the time only being close to 10 PM. Wallowing in sheer joy; a lovely moment of darkness descending amongst the tall buildings to its smaller shops below.
Dazai glanced down at you; soft breaths leaving your lips as your eyes stayed to a tight close. Lips parted with a flushed face—most likely flustered by his usual flirtatious acts—and he smiled, keeping your head close to his chest. Let the sound of his heart beating be enough to have a pretty dream flutter its way into your mind.
He smiled while petting your head.
"Get some rest, baby," Dazai said before looking back at the steering wheel.
He chuckled to himself.
"Looks like you'll have to trust me to drive us home safely tonight."
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The Delilah to His Samson
Prologue
Genre: Angst
Pairings: Dazai x Reader, Chuuya x Reader
A/N: A WIP that I never finished. Part two in next month.
TW: *deep breaths* None so far except for the fact that MC is a traitor.
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Night falls once again in the city of Yokohama. The beautiful city lights and the glistening stars in the sky accompanied by the glowing moon, hides those lurking in the shadows in the bay city's nightlife.
The notorious organization of the Port Mafia is one to blame of that mishaps that run within the borders of Yokohama . Murder, kidnapping, fraud, illegal shipments and many other crimes that cannot be said that are done by those who pledge their loyalty to the Mafia.
Betrayal is the greatest sin to be ever done inside the organization. Many have tried to bring demise to the Port Mafia and all of those who did, death is the retribution they received.
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"Dazai-san, the boss wants to see you."
You said firmly to the brunette who was in front of you, doing his paperwork. He stood up from his chair and walked past you. You followed him as he make his way towards the head office.
The young man whose mind cannot be read, the demonic prodigy of the Port Mafia, Dazai Osamu. After working for him for more than a year, you have seen the many sides of him along with his suicidal tendencies, earning the name 'Suicidal Maniac' from his partner.
You came to stop as soon as both of you arrived the destination. As per usual, you came along with him to meet up with his superior. Yet, unbeknownst to you, he didn't let you enter. It wasn't unusual, you thought it was just another private meeting and you can still gather information by using the gadget you attached on Dazai's trench coat.
"Ah, (L/n)-san—" Dazai took step towards you, his hands trailing on his attire as he removed the recording device. "—I prefer if you wouldn't eavesdrop on my meeting with Mori-san. An assistant like you has nothing to do with any information that is to be told in the meeting, correct?" He held the tool between his fingers and crushed it using his hands afterwards, throwing away the pieces on the floor.
You nodded in response. Your clenched your fist angry at the fact he was always one step ahead of you. After being an assistant of his for so long, he had knew everything about you before knowing everything about him.
Dazai entered the room while you wait outside. You closed your eyes as you leaned on the wall. There were loud steps leading towards you. You could assume that it's another executive that has a meeting with the boss.
The former King of the Sheep, one of the strongest ability users and the Twin Dark that was alongside with Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara.
"(Y/n)-san, is mackerel inside already?"
You answered an 'mhm' to him. He groaned in annoyance when he received the affirmation. 'It must've been another bet' you thought to yourself. He mumbled something before knocking at the door. After receiving a 'come in' he turned his head towards you with a smile.
"(Y/n)-san, if you're free later let's meet, okay?"
"I'll try." You told him softly. You considered asking him later about the details of the meeting. After Dazai destroyed your plan everytime, using Chuuya was always the next option.
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After waiting for a few hours of waiting outside, Chuuya and Dazai—along with a red-headed woman in a Kimono— exited the office. She glared at you that brought a chill on your spine before leaving the two executives with you.
"(Y/n)-san!" Chuuya called you out with a merry voice. He then embraced you in which you returned. Seeing Dazai's dull expression, your lips twitched upwards.
"My, my, Chibi-san seems to be getting along with my assistant. In that case, you're a dog of hers as well. I hope you don't forget that your still mine, okay?"
Dazai butted in your moment with Chuuya. "Tch, I'd rather be hers than to serve a damned mackerel like you. And how many times do I have to say that I'm not your dog!" Chuuya retorted.
You let go from the hug, noticing the event that was happening between the two. Bickering and fighting, it was already too common between the two that you have already gotten used to it.
Feeling annoyed at the situation at hand, you decided to stop the two. "Chuuya-san, let's meet together afterwards, okay? Dazai-san, I wish to not interrupt with your conversation but I wish to inform you that you still have paperwork to finish after this."
The brunette wasn't too fond of you reminding him things and such. After all, how could a traitor like you tell him what to do and when to do things?
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—pink of the snow
Characters: Dazai Osamu/gn!reader
Genre & wc: fluf/comfort – 1.1k
a/n; Happy Valentine’s Day (again!!) this can be read separately but if anyone’s wondering this has a part 1 leading to this. The song mentioned is obviously Nobody by Mitski. Yes I’m ok I swear (I almost named this “Pink in The Night” I am rotting...) — part one
One afternoon, a knocking on your door though you’re not expecting anyone for the day.
Upon opening the door, the chill of the day barges in with a sudden little breeze but neither of these things are the source of the chill going up your spine.
And there stands Dazai Osamu, with a bottle of wine you can’t see the name of; yet from the looks of it, it’s one you’re positive he didn’t pay for.
“What better way to get warm on a chilly winter day than a glass of wine?” he says with a smile, ‘shared with someone’ hanging from his lips to finish his line.
With nothing else to do on your part and his determined posture on the other side, you sigh and stand aside. “Take off that stinky coat as you get inside.”
You can hear him complain behind you, mumbling about ‘what smell’ and ‘what’s it with people always telling him he smells?’, you decide to leave it at that, already entering the living room to sit by the window.
He comes several seconds later, sitting across you, the coat nowhere to be seen and the bottle still in his hand.
The name Petrus catches your eye, with an eyebrow rising, “I can put it in the drive and you can reveal to me how you found this address.”
“It was pure luck.” He hands out the bottle and you know he’s yelling the truth.
Dazai Osamu has many ways of obtaining intel but none of them for the home address of someone he already knows, and his looks alone tell you he found out out of the blue.
“Atsushi and I were investigating a rumor and he saw you by the door. I suppose you had earphones in because he calle do it your name but you just swayed in through the door.”
“And you decided showing up uninvited with a bottle of stolen quality wine?” You state more than ask.
“You could say that.” He replies with a shrug and one of those small smiles you like, “although it’s more borrowed than stolen.”
“I’ll make sure to tell the owner this was all your idea.”
And surprisingly, the rest, flies away like the day with Yosano, if not faster.
The light gentler than usual, the air calm, the wine tastes great and soon your fears of Chuuya –you have been informed that was his name— beaming through your ceiling gone with each sip you take.
So, what do you do when you’re alone with all the time in the world to yourself?, Dazai asks and you unlock your phone, hitting the shuffle button. A song starts building up, the lyrics contrasting the melody as usual, your cat glaring at him from your room and you find yourself laughing, clutching at your stomach whenever you meet his eyes.
He, Dazai, seems confused at first, until he follows your gaze, “You weren’t joking about the cat” his voice falters and ends up worsening your fit of laughter, face hurting, mouth desperately begging for a break.
Yet there’s something about their expressions that keeps you shedding tears of joy, you cannot recall the last time you cried if that, and you keep drinking and laughing and taking and watching him, as the light grows gentler, as it turns Golden and dances on his skin.
You think, maybe sunsets were made for him.
Any other winter day feels blank and stale, like food without spice or love in the process; bland and lacks taste, lacks a touch of personality, a sense of familiarity.
Yet here is today, as the day ends, it gains color, brought back to life in the dead of winter, the hue turned into something sweeter as Mitski comes on with honey in her voice and poison in her lyrics —though they don’t hurt for the first time in a while.
Pretending they’re about a regular life, or love, or something soft and known and lived is easier now in this very moment you find yourself in.
So you get up, your body commands, as another song begins, the glass still in your hand and you can hear Dazai complaining about a lyric.
“You heard her loud and clear; did its people want too much?” You say, taking a few steps away as you feel yourself floating away.
Taking a sip whenever you’re not singing, swaying or spinning, you can feel his eyes on your form moving.
It’s impressive how quick you’ve gone from converting to… whatever state the two of you are tangled in but it feels nice, you decide, and the sounds are welcome. You think, ‘What better way to dance your heart out to a song about loneliness than this very moment you’re wrapped in?’
The second verse begins and you go back and forth, back and forth and back and forth again. Throwing your head behind and drink what remains in your glass, you twirl your arms in the air and turn once.
Place the glass on the table and pull him by the wrist.
Back and forth and back and forth again, repeat and spin and soon he joins in following your cue, moving along to the sound and the melody and the air surrounding. Holding your hand above your head and making room for another spin for you, catching by the end and it feels natural somehow. Like you’ve danced many dances before, not only to this song but to countless more.
Face to face again and it’s slowed down, with limited movements, small and calculated, more swaying and the best rises, so does your energy, in sync and the sky pink.
Winter evenings, you recall, are the best when they’re painted in pastel shades of lavender and pink, soft and oozing, comforting and carrying a piece of spring. Snow begins again a little shy, as the song reaches an end and begins to fade away.
Your hand in Dazai’s, you’re not sure when that happened, and he leans in for a kiss, as a lonely snow flake rests against your window sill, beginning to melt as soon as it touched the surface that seems to carry the warmth of his lips.
“What was that for?” You ask, you think, you’re not quite certain if you’re spoken out loud or if you asked with your body.
“One good honest kiss.”
Dazai says as if it’s something so simple, in the open and easy to acquire, just like that, like a snapping of fingers.
The rest of the song echoes in your head after his words as the two of you lean into one another.
You suppose it is something so simple, in a pink night like tonight.
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Too late | Dazai x reader |
Too late | Mafia Dazai / dazai x fem!reader |
( A very shitty attempt at a song-fic. )
Warnings- toxic relationship (minor mentions of abuse?), death
A brunette sat on the cement. The tan folds of his coat fluttering out behind him. The wind brushed his hair from his face, it stung his eyes and brushed his skin with bitter cold air. His fingers dripped the brightest shade of crimson. His eyes had dilated and shook with shock and fear. The skin his hands desperately held, already losing its warmth. Lips stained the color, as well as the outfit that resembled his own. Those blood-stained lips coughed final words before letting go. How, how had this happened? Why had he never predicted this? Why would you ever do this?
He knew those answers like he knew his own crimes. After all, how could he forget? He’d been the reason you fell, he’d only denied it for years.
The sun fell softly along the stone. A boy, no older than 15, walked along the stone edge of a bridge. His brown locks flying within the wind whilst he adjusted the bandage over his left eye. He paid no mind to you, even as you walked behind him. Your feet carried you on the safer ground, next to the edge. It was common to find the two of them like this. You were always with him, whenever you could be at least. He never seemed to notice you were there; You didn’t mind it though. The rare moments where he did suddenly ask you questions were enough. Rushing to close the distance between you and him, you caught a glance of his eyes darted to the side. He was looking at you, the single eye that showed seemed puzzled, before he parted his lips to talk to you; His arms opened at the same time. Skipping around steps, he smiled, “Hey, why are you still following me, woman? Don’t you have a better hobby than stalking me?” so he did notice you at times.
Flustered you froze before chuckling with a light hum. “No, not really Dazai-san. I think you're interesting! You're the only one I can't read.” you were referring to your ability. It wasn’t much, so you weren't too high up in the ranks. You could read thoughts, see their feelings in the form of aura, and manipulate that aura. So far, you could make people freeze up and lose themself in an overdose of emotions. Also known as individual illusions created by their auras; things only they could see. It was hard to believe you were even in the mafia. Your bubbly appearance and lack of interest in killing made you look harmless. You never killed, but when you worked with another they sure had an opening to kill.
Dazai leaned down so he leveled with you. “I wonder, have you ever thought of using that ability to induce such outrageous depression, one acts on it?” blushing you took several steps back shaking your head.
“N-no, sir! I d-don’t think I could do that. Well, if Dazai-san really wanted me to, I-I could try it for him!” What were you saying? Knowing this demon prodigy, you’d probably end up not meeting the expectation and ending up punished. Though, would that be so bad?
He puffed his cheeks out, jumping from the edge to land in front of you. With a half-smile, he flicked your forehead. “You keep doing the opposite of what I predict. I really can’t get a read on you.” turning away you covered your face.
“I-is that a compliment?” you mumbled, looking through your fingers. He shrugged, jumping back to the ledge. His eyes lost their glimmer as he looked down. He seemed to be judging the distance; With a heavy sigh, he looked back to the sky.
“If only this was a little higher. I think falling into the water and dying right away, without the pain of falling to the ground, would be okay. I’d drown unconscious, how peaceful that would be.” you didn’t respond as he turned and began walking again.
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Year after year you walked by his side, growing with him. Slowly that bubbly gaze began to fade ever so slightly. The fun-filled times like the day on the bridge no longer existed.
My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost
Standing next to the demon prodigy you stretched out your hand with a sigh. “Ability: vortex of emotions.” from the shadows you worked alongside him. The enemy's hands reached their head. A perching scream echoing as they turned their gun to themselves. Looking to the side your eyes met the brunettes; They were colder than they were a year ago. Sighing, he raised his pistol and shot. He pushed past you, and you followed numbly.
I need to feel something, 'cause I'm still so far from home
Entering the box he called his home, his hands grabbed your waist pulling you towards him. His fingers lifting your chin. The flutter of your heart pounded against your chest, the closer his face came to yours. “You really should stop following me everywhere. If you won’t at least try to kill.”
Cross your heart and hope to die. Promise me you'll never leave my side
Nodding as he released you, he sat at his desk. “Mori won’t be happy that we clocked out so early.” he leaned back groaning. “Found a new suicide method? I don’t want to deal with his annoying voice tomorrow!” his older persona slipped through. The light in his eyes spread before it disappeared with your silence. Yet despite that, there was a caring hint to his posture. The way his hands moved softly, how he traced your bow. How he exhaled with a sigh when you closed the door
Show me what I can't see when the spark in your eyes is gone
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Another year went by with a soft ease. You stood in Mori's office, a blank expression on your face. You were sure you were dead. Messing up like this, letting somebody get away. You were shaking, unsure why your breaths still rang. The doors opened to the brunette mafioso. Dressed in all black, a short ginger walked at his side. The way your emotions suddenly changed was unnoticed by everybody but Dazai. His eyes set in glares as you looked away. Your heart raced, why was it you still felt like this? He treated you as a pawn, yet you still ached to kiss him. Mori blamed your failure on Dazai’s lack of discipline with you. “I’ve been more than lenient with how she follows you around. If this happens again, it will be you who pays the price Dazai.'' Why did this have to happen in front of the ginger? His eyes looked at you with sympathy. It was weird to see such a thing. Dazai rolled his eyes stepping closer to the ginger as his eyes darted to you. Puffing your cheeks out you looked away.
Once you were in his office, he practically pulled you by the ear. Pushing you to the floor with his frustration. “I don’t understand why I keep you around! All you seem to do is put me in situations that bore me to death!”
You've got me on my knees I'm your one man cult
You looked up with begging eyes. “Please, I’m sorry Dazai-san! Please forgive me! I’ll do better! Please don’t leave me.” he was the first person to ever make you feel real emotions. Fear, excitement, lust, love, heartache, despair. He gave it all to you.
Cross my heart and hope to die Promise you I'll never leave your side
It was an unexpected look, an unexpected plea. His eyes showed excitement. “There, there’s the reason! You can’t stop doing the opposite of my expectations, every time I think you’ll do something, you manage to shock me, even in this kind of situation! I wonder, would you commit suicide if I died? It would be so unexpected!” his voice was full of wonder as he lifted your chin using the front of his foot.
Looking at him he smirked. He'd known, all along, about your feelings. He teased you all the time, but maybe he could finally get an expected reaction from you. It would be possible to toy with you. Maybe then he’d be satisfied with you. “Would you ever be only mine? Something only for my eyes?” with wide eyes you nodded.
Cause I'm telling you you're all I need I promise you you're all I see
With a smile, you brought your hands to press against your chest. With a desperate smile, your eyes filled with that childish light from when you were 15. “Even if I'm only being used for your satisfaction, it would be all I need! You're the only one for me." Once more he was shocked by the response. Nearly losing the balance he had, his hand reached to his face a soft snicker leaving his lips.
“You’re utterly helpless.” he hummed, removing his foot from under your chin. “Come here darling~” he was certainly stressed today. A little fun wouldn’t hurt, right? “Tell me you’ll never leave.” he hummed holding your chin within his fingers. The blush on your cheeks darkening in your complexion.
'Cause I'm telling you you're all I need I'll never leave
His lips met yours. Shivering you closed your eyes, letting a tear fall. You wished he truly loved you back.
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Another year passed, you stayed by him no matter what he did. He was crueler than ever. He often left you at night to go hang out in a bar. Those nights were lonely but a ginger often peeped in to see you. “You look like hell.” he would always tell you how messed up you looked. “Why do you stay by him?”
The images passed by your head. The boy you fell in love with. The young 15-year-old. The one with a smile that would show itself here and there. The young boy who jokes around, the carefree one. You picture the feeling of his fingers over yours. Cold yet so warm in those years.
So you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand
“I love him.” you hummed watching the male drop a bottle of wine in your lap. He walked out leaving the gift. He knew you understood how cruel he was. He had never really pitied anybody before but you… you were something he pitied. A demon prodigy's toy, your relationship was nothing more than toxic.
I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell And you can throw me to the flames
Sipping on the wine you drank yourself drunk. “I love him… he loves me. I love him. He loves me, I know he does. I’ve seen some softness in those harsh eyes.” you wiped the tears looking up to the ceiling. What had you gotten yourself into? Why did your heart have to play you like this?
I will follow you, I will follow you
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He stood looking so conflicted, broken, and unsure. It wasn’t the first time you saw him without the bandages but it was the first time your dull lifeless eyes saw him this vulnerable. “Figures, you do follow me everywhere.” his voice was blank of anything; You could no longer read his voice.
Come sink into me and let me breathe you in
It was true, you needed him, so of course you followed him everywhere. “Go, we’re done! I’m not going back! This is all Mori's fault! He’d be alive if it weren't for inviting that damn organization here!” he was upset, yet he seemed so confused. Like a child, he had no grip on what he was feeling. Was he angry, grieving, sad? He couldn’t tell.
You ran to him wrapping arms around him. “I will go with you! I will follow you!”
I'll be your gravity, you be my oxygen.
You'd hold him down during this pain. You’d help him achieve whatever it was that he needed. “Even if it is death, I will not leave.”
So dig two graves 'cause when you die I swear I'll be leaving by your side
With a soft sigh, he pushed you away. “That changes nothing, follow if you have to but I never loved you.” you backed away smiling you curtsied.
“I know Dazai, I know you never did and never could. You are a demon prodigy, one that can’t understand his own feelings. I wish I could help, but your gift cancels mine out.” your voice was sweet as honey, but he shed you no more glances as he walked away. Following him, you sighed.
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Two years later your empty eyes sat at an agency desk, you'd bought an outfit to match his. Those feelings refused to leave you even after all this time. They surged more than ever. He was like his 15-year-old self again, different but at least there was life in his eyes. He laughed and flirted just as he did those years ago.
So you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand
You looked to the cafe waitress’s hand, then your own. How you wished to be her. You stood up, walking out and to the office of the agency, sitting in your chair, Kyouka walked up to you. She once had your eyes. Dull, lifeless, broken, but then Atsushi seemed to save her. “Do you love him?” she asked tilting her head as you looked from your phone to her, you sighed.
“Yes, but I'll suffer for life over this. I had my chance and now it’s gone.”
I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell
She set down a small piece of paper. “I found this.'' She tried to give you a smile that wasn’t pity. They often asked why you always looked so disturbed. Maybe it was the fact you were really all alone now?
And you can throw me to the flames
A tear dropped from your eye. Something, a feeling you hadn’t had in so long. It was worth it, these empty dull years. “A tossed away letter to apologize.” you held it to your chest.
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I will follow you so you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand
You found yourself alone on a mission. This was assigned to both you and Dazai, but he had other things he wanted to be doing. Neither of you knew how dangerous this was. He had not batted an eye at this mission. It was simple, a simple recovery mission. A ransom kidnapping, simple in and out. You could handle it without being seen. You ached for the warmth of his hand. A little light lifted your eyes as you stepped into the building.
When his fingers opened his phone accepting the call, he nearly fell over dead. The mission you were attending wasn’t a retrieval; It was a set-up. Despite how careful he'd been, somebody had found out about you. More so his past with you. His mind was too focused on you to think of who let it slip.
I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell And you can throw me to the flames
Dazai pushed past the doors too late. This was his fault, all of this. The loss of your true self.
I will follow you, I will follow you I will follow you, I will follow you
You'd always said you would follow him. It was always like that. He had taken years to figure out why he never ignored or let you go. He was selfish, he had grown attached. Ango and Oda had even offered the thought. The thought that, maybe in this heart; swallowed by black, he loved you.
It was his turn to feel desperate as he dropped down. The blood flowing from your stomach in spurts.
So you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand
He held your hand in his while also trying to keep the bleeding down. “I’ll get help! Just hang on, we just need Yosano!” it was the first time your heart slowed like this; The first time you could read him like a book.
I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell And you can throw me to the flames
Your hand was growing cold, your breathing staggered. You looked to be in so much pain. “No, I won't be that long. You should leave, you don’t love me so…” your voice trailed off as your head tilted to look at his cheeks. Tears… there were tears.
He shook his head pressing your hand to his forehead. “I will follow you.”
Your eyes widened as a light chuckle left your lips, “I will follow you.” you hummed, as the crimson left your lips. He was forced to watch you die in his arms. There was one final look on your face. A giant smile, a real smile on your lips. “I love you Osa…” then, you were gone.
Another, another friend in his arms, dead. No, you are more than a friend. “I… I love you.” he’d never said those words, and it didn’t matter now. There was no going back. He held you to him, cold and motionless.
Somebody from the mafia had done this. Somebody would probably be Mori… he’d dropped this low before, it wouldn’t shock him if he were trying to drive Dazai to murder again; To get him kicked from the light.
For you, for the wish left by Oda, he wouldn’t let himself fall that low. He’d be strong.
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Toxic- Dazai x GN! Reader
warnings: mentions of suicide, aftermath of attempted suicide, depictions of violence and torture, kidnapping, brief mentions of self harm, Dazai being toxic and borderline emotionally abusive but he has a reason, he’s a little emotionally stunted, general angst, a good ending but you have to work for it
word count: 4213
Dazai hated this time of year.
Summer was a season he oh so despised, sick of the uncomfortably hot weather that prompted people to ask why he was wearing so many layers in July.
He was sick of the pitied glances and confused faces as he strolled around Yokohama, adorning his usual trench coat and bandages.
But the one thing that made this season more bearable, was watching your face as you enjoyed all the summer activities. He couldn’t quite pin point when he started falling for you, but he did know it was around the same time he started pretending not to hate summer.
Dazai was a man of mystery, and preferred to stay that way (though deep down he wanted someone he could bare his soul with, but alas they always scurried away when he revealed the shattered pieces of his heart) yet you persisted in trying to crack him open, trying to see the real person behind the acting.
Yes, much to Dazai’s surprise, you figured out his profound talent for acting just weeks into your job at the ADA, and since attempted to see his real personality. Unfortunately, Dazai was always acting, even when he was not. Most of his life he has devoted to perfecting that act, his role, and not one single person has seen through all of the acting, all of the masks he wears. Everyday he wakes up, he climbs his tired and battered body upon that stage, and begins his act again. He has done this as long as he’s known, and he has no reason or desire to stop.
That is, until he met you.
Despite you only being able to see through his outermost mask, you’ve always understood him better than most people. Maybe that’s what drew him to you in the first place, the way you seemed at ease in his presence, seemingly ignoring his past and even present actions. He was enamored by your personality, and soon he too felt happier when you were around. He took this into account when you approached him after work, nervously ringing your hands together, refusing to meet his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, you slightly stuttered the words he didn’t realize he wanted to hear so badly.
“Will y-you go out with me? I know you don’t really do dates, with the whole double suicide thing, and if you don’t feel the same about me that’s fine, I just really like being around you and your hot so I was just wondering—“
He silenced you by planting a soft kiss against your lips, hoping it conveyed what he hoped.
“Does that answer your question?”
The months after that were happy, a white spot on his relatively bleak life. You brightened his day when you entered the room, and he loved the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed.
Yet, he still could not find a reason to stop the attempts to end his own life.
He loved you, god he was sure of it by this point, but when he stripped of his bandages and held a razor to his wrist, your face did not flash in his mind.
When he leaned over the edge of a bridge, your smile did not make him hesitate, though he wished it did.
He was angry, angry at himself for not loving you enough, and angry at you, in some twisted way, for not being enough.
Dazai was confused, confused about why he was angry at you, and confused about why you weren’t enough of a reason to stop himself every time he tried to commit suicide.
For once, Dazai Osamu had a problem.
and he had absolutely no idea how to fix it.
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This was really annoying situation.
This was your third hostage situation in a month, and honestly you were getting sick of it. You really didn’t know how you kept getting in these situations, although it wasn’t all that surprising considering your line of work.
Your coworkers -yourself included- often found themselves in situations not unlike this one, though theirs, especially poor Atsushi’s, were usually more severe.
Another day, another migraine.
This time, you were slightly afraid, just because the men here this time were more serious. The way they conducted this situation was less like a robbery plus hostages, and more like a search.
Like they were looking for someone.
This part concerned you, because who exactly could they be looking for? This was just a simple grocery store, and you doubted they received enough money to warrant the type of people these men were. Petty thieves? sure. Gang members that possessed impressive weapons? It was unusual to say the least.
Currently, they had you all lined up against the wall of the vegetable section, hands zip tied behind your back. Your unusual ability -dream manipulation- would not help you here. In fact, it usually help you at all, but you weren’t concerned about that right now.
You were concerned about why these men were asking every persons name, and what they would do once they got to you.
One of the men, tall and imposing, sporting all black and a ski mask, plus military grade boots stopped in front of you.
“Name,”
You swallowed thickly. “Why do you need that?”
No sooner had the words life your mouth did you feel the boot connect with your abdomen- and not in a nice way. You coughed harshly, a little blood dribbling out of the corner of your mouth.
“Name,”
You spit the blood onto his boot, Dazai’s defiant personality must have rubbed off on you a bit.
“I’m not giving it until you tell me why,”
You weren’t stupid- you worked at the Armed Detective Agency, and people like this don’t ask for names unless their lookin for someone, usually someone who’s ‘wronged’ them. Being in the ADA had given you a lot of friends, but also a lot of enemy’s. Being the s/o of a former mafia executive didn’t really help either.
This time, the boot met your face, throwing you directly backwards into the carrots. The feeling of cold metal on your forehead and a clicking sound net your ears, and you looked up.
“I’m going to ask one more time before I’ll have to get a little messy. What. Is. Your. Name,”
“Elvis Presley,”
You regretted your choice instantly, as the gun went off directly into your thigh. You screamed, bullet wounds were always more painful then other wounds you got on the job.
where was the police? where was Dazai?
pain made it difficult to think straight, but you surmised that giving your name would be your best bet in this situation. You were most likely whoever they were looking for, and you didn’t want to endanger the innocent hostages.
“Y/N L/N. That’s my name,”
The man roughly grabbed your arm and hauled you to your feet, dragging you away from the other hostages.
“Yeah, we got the right person. Come on, let’s get out of here before the good ol boyfriend comes along,”
A bag was placed over your head, and you were thrown into the back of what you assumed was a van. Your injury’s weren’t that severe, yet the pain was unrelenting. It seemed to increase the longer you had them, though you didn’t know why.
“I bet your wondering why your in more pain then you were a bit ago,”
a man who’s voice you didn’t recognize spoke once the van came to halt, and it set you on edge.
“That would be the handy work of my ability, which i must say, comes in handy in my line of work. I can make one injury, one tiny little paper cut hurt like a thousand knives are stabbing you,”
As he explained his ability, the pain increasingly got worse, until you were writhing on the van floor, tears streaking down your face. Eventually, it stopped, and you sagged in momentary relief, only to be dragged out of the van.
You were about to slip into a pain filled unconsciousness when the sting of a taser brought you back. You jerked and screamed, just wishing it to all be over.
“Ah ah ah,” the man with the pain ability spoke again. “We’re gonna need you conscious for all of this. It’ll be more fun for me, and more painful for you!”
“Why,” you said, voice already hoarse from the events of today. “What did I do,”
“It’s not really what you did, but more like what Dazai did,”
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Dazai stood outside a warehouse, guilt and fear consuming him. His breaths were short and fast, and he could feel himself spiraling.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, you didn’t do anything, it’s my fault, god i am so STUPID—
“Dazai,”
Kunikida’s voice brought him away from his darkening thoughts, and Dazai tried to calm himself. Having a panic attack would not help the situation.
“Y/N is not helpless. I’m sure whatever this people have done, they’ll be fine,”
While Dazai wanted to believe his partner, he knew this specific group was known for their intense torture methods, because of their leaders ability. Dazai knew that the Port Mafia took down the majority of their organization, and he’d been tasked with breaking their leader, Takahashi Watanabe, and he did it through torturing and then murdering his fiancé. Dazai grimaced internally, the things he did in the Port Mafia usually did come back to bite him. He just wished they would leave you out of it.
This wasn’t the first time you had been dragged into grudges between Dazai and his old victims, and the guilt he felt about it had been building for some time now.
After deciding on a plan, Kunikida would take out the guards while trying to make as little noise as possible, and Dazai would enter, take down whoever was inside, and get you out. Kunikida would join him once he was done with the guards.
Kunikida’s ability came in handy at times like these, and although he did not show it, Dazai appreciated the strict man.
While Kunikida made quick work of the guards, Dazai slipped into a no longer protected entrance, and quietly surveyed the area.
Dazai had seen many things, he’d done many things, but absolutely nothing could have prepared him for your beaten and bleeding body, chained up against a wall, the ring leader standing in front of you.
Every time Takahashi flicked his wrist, you would start writhing in pain screaming out to whoever would hear you.
Dazai couldn’t stomach any more of his lover being tortured right in front of him, so he rushed out from his hiding place and punched him in the back of his head, feeling his own fingers fracture and pop at the force.
“That’s enough of that now,”
Takahashi was stupid, and left all of his men to guard the entrances, leaving no one actually inside the building but himself and you. Dazai undid the chains, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, sobbing loudly into his chest.
“I thought I was going to die, it was so painful—“
“I know,” Dazai ran his non injured hand through your hair, rubbing circles in your back with the other. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here fast enough,”
“It’s okay,”
Although you told him it was okay, Dazai could not ignore the pit of guilt gnawing away at his insides. Every time this happened the guilt got stronger, taking over his mind, the thoughts of you being better off without him filled his mouth and head, choking him with all the softness of ash. He’d debated breaking up with you for months, not because he no longer loved you, but because the less you were attached to him, the less likely you were to be dragged into these situations.
Takahashi was the final straw, so while Kunikida drove the car that held you and Dazai back to the agency, Dazai silently made up his mind that it would be easier for you to break up with him if you hated him. Though it pained him to think of no more soft mornings with you by his side, or quiet nights where he wakes up heaving and your there to comfort him, he knows that you’ll be better, happier without him.
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Yosano healed you quickly, as Dazai waited nervously outside the door, swollen and purple fingers throbbing. You came out looking good as new, though Dazai doubted you had mentally and emotionally recovered at all.
He walked you back to the apartment, assuring you that Kunikida would let the both of you off easy this once, considering the day you’ve had.
And for once, Dazai was quiet.
The walk was quiet, and not in a good way. You were inside your own head, reeling from the events of today, and Dazai was mentally preparing himself for the conversation he was about to have with you upon arriving at your apartment.
“Ugh,” You collapsed on the couch, not even changing out of your bloody and filthy clothes before wrapping yourself in a blanket.
Dazai felt his heart twist as you looked up at him with your big e/c eyes, and knew what he was going to do would hurt you. And for that, he internally apologized.
“Dazai? Is something wrong? you’ve been quiet ever since we left the agency. You didn’t even joke when Atsushi fell asleep in a cupboard again,”
“I’m breaking up with you,”
You scoffed. “Yeah right. Come on, what’s really bothering you?”
“No I’m serious,” He willed his eyes to remain cold, and hoped his face showed no sign of emotion. “I don’t love you, and to be honest I’m not sure I ever did. It was a nice thought, our relationship, but really, I just wanted to see how long I could take this with you,”
Your eyes were filled with confusion and hurt, and he saw tears prick the corners of your eyes.
“W-What?”
“Ah, did poor little Y/N think I really loved them? Or were you just projecting your emotions onto me, like you always do,”
The hurt in your eyes turned to anger. “You know what? Go to hell. If you think you can just play with my emotions and lead me on for five months, then I never want to see you again,”
“That’s the spirit!” Dazai snapped his fingers.
Stop.
“Were you lying then? This whole time, was it all a lie?”
The bandage covered brunette rolled his eyes. “Duh,”
Your hurting them. Stop it.
You wiped the tears from your eyes, then stood up and met him with a cold stare.
“I hope your next suicide is a success you monster,”
You walked out of the apartment with your head held high, though he knew you, so he knew you would probably head to Yosano’s place, and breakdown there. Maybe even Atsushi’s, if you really felt sad.
When he watched you slam the door, it all hit him, that you were gone, and he’d done it on purpose.
He’d ruined the only good thing he had in life, so now, once more, Dazai Osamu was alone.
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If Dazai hadn’t hated himself before, he definitely did now.
When he walked into work the next day, Atsushi slapped him. Hard.
Atsushi, of all people, had slapped Dazai.
The entire agency stopped, save for Ranpo, as Dazai lifted a hand to the growing red mark on his cheek.
“How dare you,” Atsushi started, eyes wild, tiger fur starting to grow from his arms. “Be an absolute dick to Y/N. You lead them on for five months Dazai, and then had the audacity to break it off after they got tortured? Because of how disgusting of a person you were? No, let me correct myself, how much of a disgusting person you are. If it were up to me, I’d fire you from the agency, and ship you back to the Port Mafia, since your so keen on being a monster!”
Dazai could feel his façade crumbling, and he felt the shocked and outright disgusted looks of his coworkers.
“If I were you,” Yosano spoke very quietly. “I would leave while you still have your life. You being immune to my ability will not stop me from slicing your entire body into pieces if you don’t leave and go back to whatever sewer you crawled out of,”
Dazai took his cue and left, letting his façade break when he hears you sniffle next to Kenji. Eyes downcast, Dazai whispers something so quiet not even Atsushi’s enhanced hearing could detect it.
“I’m sorry,”
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Dazai didn’t get out of bed for three days.
He couldn’t even sleep, dreams of you being tortured was all he saw whenever he closed his eyes. The memory of your face as he ripped apart your heart forever ingrained in his mind, a testimony to his treachery.
He wept bitterly, aware that all of your suffering he was the cause of. He was no doubt fired from his job, Fukuzawa was a kind and patient man, but he would not allow this kind of plain heartlessness. He’d known what kind of man Dazai was when he applied for a job at the ADA, but Dazai knew no amount of kindness could forgive what he’d done to you.
He dragged himself into the living room, turning on the tv, hoping to distract himself from his thoughts.
He flicked through the channels, then almost dropped the remote when he saw the report.
“The Armed Detective Agency building is currently on fire, Detectives Kunikida, Ranpo, and their coworkers have all exited the building safely, but Detective L/N is still inside. Due to their injury’s, the remaining detectives have not been permitted to re-enter the building to save Detective L/N, leaving all of us to pray they make it out alive. Their healer, Yosano, is out on a business trip, so all we can do is put our faith in modern medicine,”
Dazai ran out the door before the news reporter had even finished speaking, throwing on shoes and sprinting the the office. Luckily, he lived close enough to get there in ten minutes, and he spared no time ducking under the police tape.
“Dazai! Stop!” Kunikida yelled at him from beside a fire truck, and several firemen and policemen tried to stop him. He flashed his ADA badge -thank god he brought it with him- and dashed inside the burning building.
He choked on the heavy smoke, coughing heavily.
“Y/N! Where are you!”
He climbed the stairs, ignoring the burns of the flames that licked his arms and legs.
He burst into the office, fire consuming the room. He jumped over some fire that had spread across the floor, looking under each desk. Finally, under Ranpo’s desk, you were curled up clutching a stack of files.
“D-Dazai?” Soot covered your face, and he could hear your lungs heaving.
“I know I’m the last person you want to see right now, but your going to die if you stay in here,”
Carrying you bridal style, he ran out of the room, but stopped because the stairs down to the last level had completely caved in. It wasn’t too far to jump, by the only thing that greeted the both of you were bright orange flames.
He looked out the window beside you two, wasting no time to punch the glass, not caring about the shards stuck in his knuckles, before looking down at your form. You couldn’t longer see the rise and fall of your chest, and almost screamed.
“This might hurt,”
He leapt out the window, clutching you close to him, tucking and rolling so he took the brunt of the damage. With a sickening crunch, his shoulder popped out of its socket, but he didn’t care, he laid your lifeless form on the pavement, and began CPR.
“Someone get me an ambulance!” He yelled, never stopping chest compressions. His arms ached, his dislocated shoulder screaming at him to stop.
“Come on Y/N, wake up!” He screamed, tears making streak marks on his grime covered his face. He was vaguely aware of a medic running over to him, he could barley see past the blur of his own tears.
The medic gently took you away from him, and he held his face in his hands, sobbing. Atsushi crouched down besides him, but Dazai didn’t care. He didn’t care that anyone watching could see him cracking and breaking, he just wanted to know if you were okay.
“Why are you upset? I thought you didn’t love her?”
Dazai stood up. “I lied. I was stupid, and I lied, because don’t you see,” he turned to Atsushi, aware of the manic look he must have in his eyes. “She’s better off without me. She keeps getting injured because of my disgusting past. You said it yourself, I’m a monster,”
“Dazai—“ Atsushi started.
“Y/N is gone, and all of this is my fault,”
No one knew what to do, they’d never seen Dazai show this much emotion, they’d never seen his faces break, never seen him this broken.
Kenji was the only to move, the only to step towards the form of the crumbling man before them.
“Do you love them?”
“Yes. I really do. Now I’m scared I’ll never get to tell them again,”
Kenji motioned to Kunikida, and Dazai’s partner stepped toward him.
“Your truly an idiot Dazai. Don’t you think Y/N knew what they were getting into when they started dating you?”
“Well I don’t know, but I didn’t want them to get hurt anymore so I—“
“And therein lies your issue. You made a decision for them, without even asking their thoughts. Now you’ve caused pain for the both of you, and you may never get to apologize. Although I’m positive Y/N will make it out of this, i think you should go to the hospital to be there when they wake up,”
Dazai simply nodded once, taking in Kunikida’s words, then walked in the direction of the hospital. Kunikida was right. He is stupid. But hopefully, not too stupid for you.
He must’ve looked so dumb, walking into your hospital room, nervously ringing his hands together, not unlike you did when you asked him out.
“Dazai? What are you doing here?”
“Um, I kind of wanted to apologize. For being a monster,” his voice hitched on the last word, and he hoped you didn’t notice.
“Well? I’m waiting. Just because you saved my life doesn’t mean i don’t resent you for what you said,”
“I know I just...” Dazai took a deep breath before continuing.
“I’ve hated myself for a long time, that’s no mystery. But when we were together, it made all the pain go away. Even if it was just for a moment, it felt good. But, I lied to you. I’m stupid and I lied to you. I thought if you hated me, it’d be easier for you to get over me. I was wrong, but please understand,” he took your hand in his. “I didn’t break up with you because I didn’t love you. It’s the opposite. I love you, a lot, but you keep getting dragged into messes and horrible situations because of how much of a horrible person I was. How much of a horrible person I am,” Dazai hated the way his voice had started to wobble, but he kept going. “Y/N, I’m so sorry I told you all those things. I’m so sorry I broke up with you, and I’m sorry for how much my past has put you through. If you still never want to see me again, I understand, and I’ll leave now,” At this point, tears were quietly slipping down his cheeks, splattering on your hand that was held by Dazai’s. “Sorry,”
You locked Dazai with a hard gaze. “I haven’t fully forgiven you just yet. Breaking up with me over something that could have been discussed was stupid of you,”
Dazai nodded, turning to leave the room.
“But,”
But?
You continued softly. “Someone who doesn’t love me wouldn’t jump out of a burning building and perform CPR that saved my life. I don’t think your a monster, and I don’t think your a horribly person. A little dumb yeah, and definitely not perfect, but you know,”
He turned back to face you, hope rising in his chest.
“I think that’s why I fell in love with you. Because of the person you are underneath, the person you are underneath all that acting,”
Despite you still being injured, you wobbled over to his shaking form.
“So, Dazai Osamu, I’m willing to give you a second chance. Provided you vow to try to stop committing suicide, because it hurt when you did it. It hurt to know that I wasn’t enough to keep you here. And next time, let’s talk about stuff okay?”
He nodded mutely, and you opened your arms.
“Come here,”
He wasted no time hugging you tight, shamelessly crying. Tears of sadness, tears of joy whatever they were, Dazai didn’t care.
Because Dazai had finally found his reason for living.
Hi this is self indulgent nd i wrote it on my phone. Its a vent sorta, i kinda want one of my comfort characters to hug me rn :))))) messed up family life amiright guys
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Restless | Dazai Osamu
➤ Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Fem!Reader
➤ Warnings: NSFW, smut, (very) light bondage, cursing, oral (f. receiving), finger fucking, lots of kissing, unprotected sex, overstimulation (reader passes out) but there is aftercare and some fluff at the end
➤ WC: 2.5K
➤ Summary: Dazai comes back after a long mission and he’s intent on making you feel just how much he missed you.
(A/N: To the anon who requested this, here you go! Sorry it took so long but I hope you’ll like this!)
A muffled moan escaped your lips as Dazai pressed you against the wall, arms wrapping around you as he snaked his tongue in your mouth. He had just come back from a long mission and it was apparent in the way he held you and kissed you that he missed you so much.
A simple text from him a few hours ago had you feeling excited and nervous at the same time.
[I’m coming home, love. Be ready for me.]
You knew what he meant and you did what you can to prepare but you were still taken aback by how Dazai captured you the moment he entered your shared apartment.
“My love,” Dazai whispered against your lips as he broke the kiss. “You don’t know how much I missed you.”
Breathing heavily, you stared into his chocolate orbs and said, “I missed you too, so much.”
With a smirk on his lips, Dazai kissed your cheek and whispered, “I hope you’re ready for what’s coming.”
And that’s how you found yourself lying in bed, naked, as Dazai placed open-mouthed kisses all over your body. Your hands were tied to the bed frame by one of Dazai’s neckties and it took all your willpower not to squirm as he moved closer and closer to your lower lips.
“Stay still,” Dazai commanded as his hands gripped your hips tightly. He briefly licked his lips as he takes in the sight below him. You were already so wet, just from him kissing you and squeezing your breasts earlier.
“So wet and ready for me, are you?” Dazai whispered as he kissed around your pussy but never touching you where you wanted him to.
“Yes, Dazai. So please...” You looked down at him, eyes pleading as you bite your lower lip.
“Please what?” He smirked as his thumbs begin rubbing circles at your hips. “Tell me what you want, darling.”
“I… I want your tongue on me, Dazai. Please fuck me with your mouth. You know how much I love that.”
“I know,” Dazai says and before you could say another word, he brings out his tongue and licks your pussy in one long stripe. You jolt in response and moan loudly as he focuses on flicking your clit back and forth. You close your eyes and throw your head back, feeling the pleasure consume you as Dazai sucks the bundle of nerves in his mouth. His pace was slow and sensual but you wanted more, you needed more.
“Dazai,” You call his attention and he looks up at you, eyes lidded as he enjoys your taste coating his tongue. “Please…”
“Hmm?” He hums against your folds and you subconsciously grind against his mouth.
“Give me m-more,” You bite your lip again and this time Dazai moans. He removes his mouth from your clit and comes back up, hovering above you.
Before you could whine from the loss of contact, Dazai suddenly inserts two of his fingers in your pussy and your mouth drops in shock.
“You look so sexy like this, Y/N,” Dazai says as he locks his eyes on you. “You want more? How about three?”
Dazai inserts another finger and begins fucking you fast. You moan out loud again and shut your eyes as you say, “Yes! Please keep going Dazai.”
“Are you going to come for me soon?” Dazai asks as he kisses your lips and then your jaw before finally settling on your neck. He licks and bites at your sweet spot, causing you to crane your neck to give him more access. His fingers never stop their assault on your pussy, going in and out and massaging the nerves inside you that has you shaking.
You nod your head eagerly, feeling your orgasm approaching at the tips of your fingers.
“Then cum for me,” Dazai instructs and then he’s going down on you again, tongue licking at your clit and that’s all it took for you to break. Your orgasm hit you hard and Dazai had to pin you down with his free hand as he continued to finger fuck you, helping your ride out your orgasm. Once he feels you squirming away from his touch, he pulls out his fingers and licks them clean.
“Good girl,” Dazai praises you as he climbs off the bed and starts removing the rest of his clothes. You take this time to catch your breath and wriggle your hands, suddenly aware that they were still tied.
Dazai climbs back on the bed and leans down to kiss your lips. This kiss was a little slower, your tongues dancing around each other as Dazai pumps his cock a few times before he lines himself up to your entrance. He coats the tip of his cock with your arousal and slowly inches his head in your pussy. Just like the kiss, he entered you slowly, wanting you to feel every inch of him and you moan against his mouth. Once he’s fully inside, he stays still and parts his lips from yours.
“Fuck,” His eyebrows were furrowed as he stares down at you. “I missed this. You’re so warm, my love.” He leans down to bury his face in your neck and then he starts moving, hips grinding slowly as he pulls out and plunges right back in. He wraps his arms around you and nibbles at your neck, finding a distraction to control himself before he pounds into you like a madman.
Dazai wanted to take it slow, wanted to sheath himself in your warmth, but the way you’re pulling him in and your beautiful little moans had him losing his composure.
“I want to make you feel good,” Dazai whispers in your ear. “I want to fuck you real good. Will you let me do that, Y/N? Let me fuck you and make you feel just how much I missed you.”
His words ignited a fire within you and you nod your head, “Yes, please Dazai. Please fuck me so good that I won’t be able to walk for the next days.”
Hearing your approval, Dazai groans and sucks your sweet spot appreciatively. Then his hands roam down towards your legs before hooking under them and bringing them up closer to your chest. He adjusts his position and hovers above you, hands firmly pressed on the mattress as he begins pounding in you in deep thrusts and all you could do was moan as he repeatedly hits the spot inside you that brings you closer to your second orgasm.
“Right there Dazai,” You tell him in between moans and he obliges by thrusting his cock right on the spot.
Dazai looks in between you and his eyes were glued at how easily he slides in and out of you, your cum and arousal fully coating his cock and Dazai couldn’t help but moan at the sight. He suddenly picks up his pace, eager to bring you to another high as you wrap your legs around him.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so well darling,” Dazai leans back and takes your legs, spreading them wider as he continuously fucks you hard and fast.
“Fuck! Dazai!” You struggle against your restraints, wanting to pull him close to you but it’s too late. Your second orgasm floods your body and Dazai’s quick to rub your clit in circles, wanting to prolong your orgasm. Your legs shake and you scream his name, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.
“That’s it, cum all over my cock,” Dazai slows his thrusts, content in feeling your walls squeezing him, but he doesn’t want to cum just yet so he stills his movement.
“Such a good girl for me,” Dazai whispers as he leans down to kiss your cheek. Your face was fucked out, tears falling from the corner of your eyes, lips bruised red by all the biting, mouth agape trying to catch your breath, but Dazai still found you gorgeous. “You did so well my love. But I know you can take another, right?”
Your eyes widened slightly. You didn’t think you can, your pussy was beginning to feel sore and overstimulated. But one look in his eyes and you knew that you couldn’t resist. Besides, you could still feel him hard as a rock inside you and you didn’t want to disappoint him. And so you nodded your head meekly and with a breathless yes, Dazai took your lips in his again.
Dazai’s hands rubbed up and down along your sides before they travelled up and gave your breasts a light squeeze. You made a sound that was almost a whine as you felt Dazai pull out of you.
“Turn around,” He instructed as he undid the knot that tied your hands together. He took your wrists and kissed them before nudging your side. That was your cue to turn around on all fours, giving Dazai the perfect view of your ass. The way your pussy glistened with your juices had Dazai’s cock twitching and he moves closer to you, rubbing your clit with his tip before entering you in one go.
You groan at the intrusion and tried your best to ignore the slight discomfort. You dig your fingers in the sheets as Dazai begins moving, both his hands squeezing your butt. Dazai moans at the feeling of being inside you again and he so desperately wants to reach his own high now that he starts pounding into you faster. Your moans grew higher in pitch and the once uncomfortable feeling was now turning into pleasure as you hear how blissful Dazai is feeling now, how good you make him feel.
Being away from him for almost two weeks definitely had you missing just how good he is in bed and now you’re craving for more, even if at the back of your mind you’re already feeling the tell-tale signs of overstimulation. Still, you let Dazai continue, eager to please him, desperate for him to come undone, wanting to feel his cum fill you up.
“Will you cum for me again?” Dazai asks in between labored breaths, his pace unrelenting as he fucks you faster and faster.
You’re not sure if you can but you nod anyway. “Yes, Dazai. Just keep going. I want to feel you.”
Dazai curses under his breath. You’re driving him insane and in the haze of his arousal and lust, he failed to notice your arms giving in and your head falling on the pillows. Dazai is close, he can feel it and you can tell by his erratic thrusting that he won’t stop until he reaches it.
With the little strength you have left, you push back against him and say, “Keep going Dazai. Cum for me, please…”
“Fuck. Yes. Cum with me. Now, Y/N,” Dazai reaches for your clit and rubs it and then you’re crashing down again. With a loud moan of his name, your third orgasm hit you and the last thing you remember is Dazai’s low groan as he releases his cum inside you.
Dazai shuts his eyes for a few seconds and stops his movement, focusing on his own orgasm. When he finally lets it all out, he pulls out of you and lies down beside you. Your body collapses on the bed but you made no move to turn back around.
“You were amazing, my love,” Dazai smiles as he stares at the ceiling. “Always so good for me.”
It takes a few seconds before Dazai realizes that you didn’t respond to his comment. Usually you would hum in agreement and curl up beside him but you were still face down on the pillow.
Dazai calls your name but still no response and now he felt his heart leap into his throat. The heavenly state that he was in after reaching his high came crashing down, worry evident on his face. He gently took your shoulder and turned you around, laying you on your back. Your eyes were closed and mouth slightly open.
Dazai felt his heart beating faster, his hand lightly tapping your cheek to get you to open your eyes. He called out for you a few more times but you just weren’t responding. But as soon as he saw your chest rising and falling and your breath coming out steadily, he visibly relaxed. At least you were still breathing.
With a deep sigh, he kisses your forehead and tells you that he’ll be right back.
Dazai returned with a full glass of water and a warm washcloth. He began cleaning you up, eyes focused on your face the whole time in case you made signs of waking up. He had gone too far, pushed you to your limits, and he mentally scolded himself. Once you were all cleaned up, he dressed you in one of his shirts and pulled the blanket over you as he settled on the space beside you.
It was an hour later that you woke up. Eyelids feeling heavy and body feeling sore, you stir in your half-asleep state and heard a soft gasp.
“Y/N?” Dazai opened one of your bedside lamps and looked over to you. “Are you awake?”
You blink a few times, adjusting to the light, before turning and facing your boyfriend.
“Hi,” You smiled softly at him but wavered when you saw that he was frowning. “What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean ‘what’s wrong’?” Dazai shook his head as he came closer to you, leaning up on his elbow. “You passed out, Y/N.”
“I did?”
“Yes, and I was so damn worried,” Dazai sighed as put his hand over his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me to stop? Why didn’t you use your safe word? You know that I-”
“I know,” You stopped him from talking as you reach up and pull his hand away. “I thought I could take it. And I actually kind of wanted to take it. I wanted to be good for you. I wanted to make you come.”
“Y/N, my love,” Dazai sighed deeply again, and this time he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. “You’re already so good to me. What more can I ask for?”
You look into his eyes as he brushes your unruly hair away from your face.
“You know that you’re my priority, you come first. That’s why when I get carried away, I need you to tell me. I need you to stop me because I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Okay,” You nod your head and lower your eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Shh.. No need to apologize. It’s my fault for not paying enough attention to you,” Dazai caresses your cheek with his thumb and kisses your forehead. “Just promise me you’ll tell me next time.”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Good,” Dazai smiles and takes your chin in his fingers. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” You return his smile and close your eyes as Dazai leans in to kiss your lips.
And that was how you both fell asleep, smiling contently as Dazai held you in his arms. He really did miss you and he knows you missed him just as much.
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✿ “ The Colour Of Honey ” ✿
—> Bungo Stray Dogs, Dazai Osamu | reader / @i-am-a-bastard
—> Sweet | Gift
—> Description | Actions proven to be sweeter than honey. Just softness smh
✿ ( 1.7k words )
✿ Due to my dear friend taking my idea for a gift, I decided to rewrite this for her. *cough* *cough* Instead of taking place during the early morning, I’ll make mine at night. Honestly reading your gift for me was heart touching, I wish I could write as beautifully as you. Either way it comes from the heart, so here we go !!
As a member of the armed detective agency, life wasn’t the purest. You had a ‘luxury’ to see the earth at its true form, full of people who enjoy tainting its soil through means of violence. Day after day people were working hard for justice, but what is justice? What is good and what is bad? The idea of each varies from person to person and how far their level of morality goes. Often, justice will be seen as a tool for good, yet villains too, use this method to create their world.
Hands in each pocket of his trench coat, Dazai made his way home. The pace of his slow strut quickened as the sun began to set. Beautiful displays of colour painted throughout the sky became hard to resist, thankfully the bandaged little devil himself wouldn't allow this to halt his journey forward any longer. It was long past curfew for Dazai to return home.
The detective knew there was no avoiding a worried belladonna waiting for him at this point. Who could blame her? His job was dangerous, especially for him. Each day he’d come late opening the door, his beautiful girlfriend would pounce on him only to start spewing out apologies back to back full of embarrassment.
Even if he didn’t admit it, moments like those were cute.
Finally reaching his destination, Dazai let out a long exhale, preparing for a body to come crashing into his. Unlocking the door, Dazai pressed a hand against its surface, gently pushing it forward cautiously. Something felt off, however. Shutting the door behind him, Dazai looked around their small home from his current position. His belladonna was nowhere in sight.
By now, the girl would’ve tripped over her own feet in an attempt to greet him.
“I’m home!~ ” Dazai said enthusiastically, clearing his throat before stepping forward into the partial mess of a living room. “Belladonna?” he called out once more, only to be followed with silence.
Nothing in the house looked out of the ordinary, leaving Dazai to walk through the home in search of his lover. Door after door the man couldn’t help the negative thoughts invading his mind, if something happened to her all because of his late arrival he would not be capable of forgiving himself.
Dazai was stuck in an endless silence, his footsteps echo in the hall until his ears pick up on a familiar sound. The faint sound of falling water, this faint sound floods his heart in sweet relief. He was such a fool, she was just in the shower. Scratching his cheek, Dazai allowed an embarrassed chuckle to escape his lips. Speaking out loud to himself.
“ I guess it wouldn’t hurt to still check in on her “ The mischief in his tone was evident, shrugging off his coat and kicking his shoes to the side. Dazai made his way towards the faint sound coming from their washroom. At this point, he could hear the individual droplet of water splash onto the tiles. Gentle hums met his ears as he cautiously pushed open the door, just a smidge to peak in.
By the time it opened enough to reveal anything, a voice could be heard.
“ I swear if you move that door an extra inch, you’ll regret it. “ (Y/N) threatens.
That all too familiar voice echoed throughout the washroom, a heavenly sound which triggered Dazai’s heart to flutter. He knew what she said was an empty threat, but respected her privacy anyways.
Dazai smirked before it changed to a more genuine smile, chuckling lowly before shutting the door behind him. So much for getting a quick peek, he thought to himself, waiting outside for her.
It had only been around ten minutes before the door opened, revealing his Belladonna with a towel wrapped around her figure. Meeting her eyes with his own, he invites her with a welcoming smile. She only pouts in return, holding up her towel.
“ For someone who claims to be a gentleman, you aren't fazed by invading my privacy in the slightest, Osa. “
Gasping dramatically while placing a hand over his heart, Dazai acted as if he found that offensive, “ I was only checking to make sure my dear belladonna was safe! “
“ Uh-huh. “
Walking past the now moping Dazai, (Y/N) kept a hand grasping her towel in order to secure it around her curves. Smiling sheepishly, the girl made her way to the bedroom she shared with Dazai. His footsteps follow suit behind hers.
Reaching her bedroom, (Y/N) heads towards their closet. Ripping clothes off the hangers, she could still feel Dazais intense stare. Observing her every move. Feeling her towel slip, (Y/N) quickly caught it before revealing anything. It is not the first time she'd be entirely exposed to Dazai, but it still felt incredibly embarrassing. Being vulnerable wasn't easy, yet a single touch from Dazais handy work then she'd melt.
Like a candle, she would light up his world. Failing to accomplish her mission was uncommon, (Y/N) never once regretted falling for Dazai. That warm smile whenever they had been alone, made the flame in her heart flicker.
A mysterious boy wrapped up in not only bandages but himself- was always hidden behind a façade, something she broke within a mere year.
" Can you please refrain from watching me change, Osa? It's embarrassing. " (Y/N) mutters, slowly stripping the towel off while changing into a more light and comfortable fit for bed. Two arms slither their way around her waist, feeling a warm chest against her back. Dazai began to whisper in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
" I can't seem to ever take these eyes off you, Belladonna. Can you really blame me? " Dazai was dangerously close to a flame, her cheeks grow warmer as the flame within her heart fails to compute.
Dazai’s hands roam her bare body, the towel held up between her and his bodies, the slightest movement could make it fall. Subconsciously (Y/N) sinks back into his chest, sealing her eyes shut. The girl found herself to accept the warmth of his delicate touch.
" Please? I need to change Dazai. " (Y/N) comes back to her senses, carefully prying Dazai’s hands from her frame, " It won't take long, promise. "
Pouting in defeat, Dazai turns around and heads for their bed. It was difficult to convince Dazai regularly, except when it came to his Belladonna he couldn't evade complying.
Hearing the sound of her towel drop to the floor, Dazai huffed and kept his gaze to the other side of their room. Hopping out of their bed, Dazai slipped off his previous pants and wore some Pajama pants in replacement. Stripping his shirt off carefully and throwing it aside, Dazai threw himself back entirely on the bed. His bandaged up torso left exposed.
Normally there would be food waiting for him around this time, but neither of them really cared for that at the moment. He ate lunch at the Agency, which was enough to satisfy him for the day. Dazai just wanted to make up the time he missed with his (Y/N).
" You can turn around now, I'm changed. " (Y/N) announced, flicking a switch she shut off their bedroom light. Walking to their bed, (Y/N) sat herself down. There was a moment of silence, moonlight trickled through their window. Pale white light sunk into their forms, a gentle gesture both of them could appreciate.
Pulling a blanket over themselves, (Y/N) was the first to wrap her arms around Dazai. Being the big spoon was her go-to position between them, often pulling Dazai into her chest. A hand finding itself in his soft chocolate locks. Sighing in content, Dazai rested his head on (Y/N)s chest. Feeling her breasts to be some sort of pillow in his mind. Sighing in content, Dazai smiles. He was so incredibly exhausted from work.
" Big day at work? " (Y/N) whispered, inquiring how his day has been. It was apparent as too how fatigued he was. The frequent sighs, and the way he weakly threw an arm over her form.
Dazai nods his head, melting beneath the feeling of (Y/N)s fingernails against his scalp. Messing up his coffee-coloured hair.
" Port mafia doing their usual, there's been a bounty placed on Atsushis head. "
" Oh dear, that does sound rather tedious huh? I'm sure Atsushi is plenty safe with you around. Try not to stress so much, Dear. " (Y/N)s comfort reached Dazais ears like a serene melody, thanking her below his breath while leaning up to leave a gentle kiss on her neck. Finding a new home within the crook of her neck, Dazai remains right there.
The couple rested there happily within the comfort of lovers' warmth. Dazais bandaged chest had some blood stains and dirt, too lazy to change those bandages anytime soon.
Legs tangled, pairs of arms wrapped around each other. Lazily sprawled out across the bed mattress. By now their blanket was thrown off of them, dangling off the bed while the couple solely embraces one other.
Eyes closed on either party, Dazai felt (Y/N) stop combing his hair with her fingers. Pouting, Dazai opens his eyes and checks on her. The even breaths that escape her mouth already told him she fell asleep, deciding to leave her be. Dazai changes their position slowly in order to not wake his love.
Fast asleep, (Y/N) began to curl up in the boyfriend's embrace. Facing each other, now she was in his shoes. Head resting against his chest, Dazai nestles his nose into her hair. The fresh smell of shampoo gave a pleasant scent, entering his nose. Strands of hair tickle his face, forcing him to brush it behind her ear. Muttering to her, even though he was aware it had been pointless.
" I love you, Belladonna. More then you could ever understand. " His grasp around her form became more firm, afraid if he were to let go then she'd be taken away from him soon too.
"Everything I've ever cared for seems to be taken away from me, I swear I won't let anything happen to you too. Not ever again..." Dazai weakly smiles, memories of old friends of the past flash. Deciding to brush those memories to the side,
" I don't know what I'd do without you Belladonna, You've done the impossible. " Dazai kissed the girl in his arms on the top of the head. Smiling genuinely before resting his head on top of hers. Finding the lull of sleep envelope him.
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encouragement
ship: pre-relationship beast! shin soukoku
genre: post-canon hurt/comfort
prompt: after dazai's death, atsushi is picked up by odasaku and temporarily lives with odasaku and akutagawa.
akutagawa attempts to encourage some healing in atsushi.
notes: i want to kiss beast atsushi so bad and so i threw all of that onto akutagawa.
there's not enough soft beast shin soukoku so of course, i provide
enjoy!
“So, he’s staying with you?”
Akutagawa nods at the brunette at the door. Ango Sakaguchi, a government worker and a good friend of Odasaku’s. By default, this makes him a good friend and probable father figure to Akutagawa.
“The mafia disbanded and scattered to the wind, most of the executives have abandoned their posts and gone into hiding,” Akutagawa explained, “Odasaku-san found him half-dead in an alleyway, and you know how he is about kids.”
“No trouble with his ability or anything of the sorts?”
Akutagawa nods a no.
“He’s under control, kids don’t mind him. Don’t worry about Nakajima, we’ve got it under control.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes. I have a child to tend to, out with you,” Akutagawa shoos the government worker with a stern look as a toddler calls out for him in the background.
Ango gives him a strange look before hesitantly waving a goodbye, and Akutagawa closes the door behind him.
Akutagawa lets out a sigh, grabbing his tattered coat from off the coat hanger and throwing it over his shoulders as he picks up the small child calling for him.
She’s a new child Oda has picked up, no older than three or four. However, Oda unexpectedly went out of town, and so Akutagawa is stuck playing babysitter for two children.
Nakajima has proven himself to be a child at times.
The small girl clings to Akutagawa’s jacket, mumbling something softly to herself as Akutagawa gently bounces her, heading towards the kitchen to find Nakajima already at the table.
Most days were the same. Nakajima awakes late, enters the kitchen, sits at the table and spaces off for most of the day. He’s not talkative, though Akutagawa can’t say he is, either.
The tension between them is strong after what Akutagawa had done to Nakajima, though also because of their shared experience of the death of Osamu Dazai.
The shared knowledge of the book, which is held within Akutagawa’s possession.
He thought about using the book over and over again, though never quite goes through with it.
The truth is, Akutagawa finds himself not upset with his life.
Outside of Gin’s sudden hatred and distance from him, his life is rather good.
Odasaku is a good man who cares very much for him.
The agency serves as a family, they all care for Akutagawa more than anything.
He’s developed a knack for caring for children, helping them come out of their shells.
He can cook and function like most of any normal human being these days.
There’s no telling what his life would look like if he tried to change it.
“Who was at the door?” Nakajima deadpanned from the table.
Akutagawa glanced over, almost surprised at the other’s voice.
“A man, don’t worry about him. He’s a friend of Oda’s.”
“What did you tell him?”
“Nothing special,” Ryuunosuke replied, “As I said, don’t worry about it.”
Nakajima falls silent once again as he sets the toddler in a highchair, grabbing a fold out stool from beside the fridge to reach up and grab the cereal for the toddler.
The toddler seemed calm and happy now with a tray of Cheerios in front of her as Akutagawa sits beside her, across from Nakajima, and watches the child half-mindedly.
“He’s a clever man, I bet he works for the government,” Nakajima continued, his eyes glued to the table as he pulls his jacket a little closer to his face.
“Clever…” Ryuunosuke mused, “You could say that. He is a government worker, he mostly just checks in on the agency every once in a while. I suppose he got word that you’re staying here.”
“... He should’ve arrested me.”
“Perhaps, but I think he has bigger fish to fry.”
The two fall silent once again as the toddler crunches down on the cereal happily. Akutagawa runs his hands through his hair. He can only wonder what’s going through Nakajima’s head, he hasn’t been the same since he witnessed Dazai’s suicide. Though, it’s understandable. Akutagawa struggles to remember that Dazai was not pure evil like Akutagawa remembered. In Atsushi’s eyes, he was a good man and mentor.
Akutagawa would argue, based on what he had seen Dazai do to Atsushi, though it’s not a fight worth picking.
Nakajima looked up from the wooden table, looking at Akutagawa with curious eyes.
“Why do you let me stay here, after everything I’ve done?”
Akutagawa glanced back over at Atsushi from the toddler, shrugging.
“I believe everyone needs some encouragement.”
Nakajima’s brows furrowed in confusion, looking away from Akutagawa as the conversation ends.
Akutagawa isn’t certain if he brought clarity to Nakajima’s mind, or confused him more.
“Go out and do something with him, something fun. Bring some life back to that boy for me, I’m getting worried for him.”
That’s what Odasaku had said to Akutagawa a day prior. Akutagawa had expected this to happen eventually, Odasaku always had him handle the tougher children.
Though, Nakajima wasn’t necessarily a child.
Akutagawa wasn’t quite sure how this would work out, he rarely interacted with adults like this, he had only a handful of friendly encounters with Nakajima.
One way or another, Akutagawa managed to get Nakajima in the car to drive off. Nakajima didn’t ask many questions, and accepted the answer of “it’s a surprise” when it came to where they were going.
Nakajima sat beside him in the passenger seat, watching cars and pedestrians go by as Akutagawa drove out towards a park, a rather empty one as he parked along the side, climbing out of the car to get into the backseat to get out a bag of frozen peas and lettuce no one in the house was going to eat.
Nakajima’s brows furrowed as he followed suit, looking around the park cautiously. Akutagawa led the way towards the duck pond, he thought about offering his hand out to Nakajima, though he decided against it.
It was trying maybe a little too hard to not baby Nakajima.
Nakajima followed behind Akutagawa like a lost child, his hands laced together as he looked around the empty park. He sat beside Akutagawa on a park bench in front of the duck pond, he seemed to grow more and more confused by the minute.
As Akutagawa fumbled with the bag of frozen peas, Nakajima finally spoke up.
“What… Are we doing here?”
“Feeding the ducks,” Akutagawa replied simply, holding out a small handful of peas for Nakajima to take.
Nakajima took them hesitantly, looking over them before tossing them out to the ducks beginning to crowd around them.
Akutagawa did the same, the silence between them filled with the quaking of happy ducks. Akutagawa resisted a smile, instead opting to bounce his left leg.
“Are you trying to get information out of me?” Nakajima asked, looking over to Akutagawa.
Akutagawa nodded a no, “I’m getting you out of the house.”
“You didn’t need to.”
“What, and let you sit there and rot away? I think getting out might’ve been the best for you, it’s easier to get over things when there’s more going on around you,” Akutagawa explained.
Nakajima looked down at his lap, falling silent as he nuzzled into his coat once more.
Akutagawa didn’t push for more answers, continuing to watch the ducks as he shifted his head from side to side half-mindedly.
“... If you’re trying to get me to talk more, it’s not working,” Nakajima hummed, brushing his bangs out of his eyes as he fidgeted with his fingers, “I don’t like talking.”
“I don’t either,” Ryuunosuke replied, “Though, I suppose I can talk enough for the two of us. Kenji-kun tells me getting to know someone is a give and take thing, I’m working on it, however… I’m much more used to talking to children than people my age.”
“You… Work with children that often?” The silver haired boy asked, hesitantly, to which Akutagawa nodded.
“Yes, I work under Odasaku, so it’s natural. My past makes me relatable to children we help, my background as an older brother usually makes me likable to younger children. I don’t mind it, talking to children is… Easier than an adult. Children only understand so much, they lack the knowledge of social normalities most of the time, it’s easier for me…” Ryuunosuke explained, “I grew up with very little social interaction, I spoke with my sister and a few other orphaned children, though that was about it. I never learned how most people communicate.”
“Your sister…” Atsushi mused, eyes glued to the ground.
A slight pain made its home in Akutagawa’s heart from the mention of Gin. Even now, it’s difficult to think about her. He’d never let her go, and never love anyone quite as much.
He isn’t sure if anyone would quite understand how he felt about his little sister, not even Tanizaki could quite understand. Akutagawa grew up alone, raising Gin himself up until Dazai stole her away.
It was less of a typical brother-sister relationship and more of a father-daughter relationship.
“Her name is Gin, right?” Atsushi asked, breaking Akutagawa out of his thoughts.
He nodded, “Yes, her name is Gin… She’s a sweet girl at heart, I’m not sure how she really lasted in the mafia…”
Akutagawa propped his head up in his hand, trying to take his mind off of whatever pain he was feeling. This wasn’t supposed to be about him, he shouldn’t dump his baggage on the other.
“... She was strong,” Nakajima commented, “I only met her a few times, but she was strong, physically and mentally. I don’t quite get how she survived Dazai, either, especially now… I barely survived Dazai…”
Akutagawa looked over to Atsushi, watching the boy continue to feed the ducks, a little more confident and out about himself.
“For the sake of my sanity, did he ever hurt Gin?” Akutagawa asked.
Atsushi paused, looking up in thought before eventually nodding no.
“Not to my knowledge. He didn’t hurt physically most of the time, he would manipulate you into hurting yourself,” Atsushi explained, “I’m sure… I’m still under some of his manipulations, but I’m not ready to address that…”
Akutagawa knew he was referring to the collar, though decided not to comment on that.
“That’s alright, address it when you’re ready. Healing is a long process,” Ryuunosuke reassured, “We’ll be here when you are ready to address it.”
A slight smile came to Atsushi’s face.
“Thank you, I’ll try my best.”
Akutagawa smiled back, watching the other happily watch the ducks.
A part of Ryuunosuke thinks Atsushi’s smile might be the cutest thing he’s ever seen.
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From the kissing prompt, longing + in the rain for Dazai??? Thank you 🥺
every time i saw this prompt i thought of the one delena memory scene that was the only good part of season six akjsfhd fucking heterosexuals get me every time
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Dress shoes quietly echo on the antique tile floors, an ominous sound amongst the scattered bodies whose pools of blood stain the previously regal patterns. Muffled are the sounds of teams scattered throughout the rundown mansion in efforts to dispose of the onslaught every which way; some windows smash in the rooms at the higher levels as bodies are thrown to the ground and made manure, some acidic bubbles overflow in tubs as every shred is erased and the colors of the floor are bleached clean. But the sounds of your shoes are the loudest as they follow you into the ballroom where no one was allowed to enter.
You turn your whole body to face and close the door before you see his body ahead on the floor. Limbs limp but in a way that almost looks like he was sleeping, a gentle pose that conflicts the bodies around the rest of the room who fold into themselves at the surprise of death.
Where everyone was dropped under fire, Oda lays carefully on the floor like he was placed to rest. From afar the incoming sunlight casts a shade over the bullet holes and darkened spots on his suit; he looks as clean as ever. The only sign of damage is the pool of blood that surrounds his body, and the stains that trace from it to the door by a pair of shoes you found left at the foot of the building neatly tucked away for you to find.
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The body remains unburied for three days, a number that is almost a luxury in the mafia. While you oversaw the cleanup of men instantaneous from their demise, the boss asked specifically that the corpse of Oda Sakunosuke was to be held for further investigation.
What was there to investigate? Nothing. All but a single bullet garnished his body that was opened up and sawn back together, and still in the dim morgues light he remains sleeping as his eyes are closed to the above ceiling—save for the cruel yellow in his skin, and grey in his lips, and the smell that cigarette smoke couldn't burn out even if you tried.
You weren't asked to guard the body, or expected to wait for disposal instructions like you were for everyone else, but you wait in the basement levels of the tower making conversation with security guards and doctors alike.
When you explain you're waiting, they always ask you what for, and you bite your tongue vying for silence over an excuse.
You couldn't be honest with anyone but one look and they knew. You always hung at his waist when he joined and you were a mere errand runner for the adolescent army boss, but years attached to his waist brought a sick attachment the two of you failed to keep under wraps.
Dazai really never was one for a closed mouth, so his odd adult ridden trio heard the most of your exploits alongside grunts with no names who laced your name with high-powered adultery. However, the whispers you remained tied to didn’t make it impossible to grow in the organization, but any sort of professional growth was met with ten steps back in personal growth as a promotions celebration brought champagne stains in dusted sheets that threatened a rash on your legs at the friction.
No, you never could leave him as much as he never could leave you.
You look at Oda’s sleeping body across the room, the best friend, the devout apostle who left Dazai’s world all too easy.
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Mori orders the burial to be held within six hours of his midnight command. The lift of his white gloved finger brings a clap of thunder, and by the time you get the body boxed and in a van the downpour starts.
In the dark blue lights of the humid morning sunrise you stand at the foot of the shallow grave hoping your umbrella is enough to keep your shoes from getting too muddy. Two mafiosos dig the hole deeper and deeper as the mud threatens to fill the hole, and the rain makes the unmarked box to your left as glossy as a newly purchased casket.
The sun is still barely up when they manage to push the box into the hole, your body still standing where it was maybe an hour ago, but when the grunts with you prepare to fill the grave up commanding thunder cracks across the sky again like gunfire.
Dazai throws the still smoking gun into the grave like a tribute to the dead. You don't bother looking at the bodies slumped in the dirt and sinking with the rain, it’s part of a refrain to turn to the new shoes standing next to you whose own leather is being torn by the rain.
You do look up. Dry spit is forced down your throat as you swallow and take in Dazai’s sullen frame next to you. His hair is slick to his skin, tie disheveled like he tried to use it as a noose but the fabric was too slick, white dress shirt stained brown in patches that made you sure it was once blood. The fine tailored black suit he kept unimaginably clean at a breaking point as even the pants were tousled every which way around his ankles. His shoes sunk in the mud.
Lightning rips through the sullen sunrise like it demands the star stay down, but the electricity illuminates his profile: pale, cheekbones pushing out against the skin of his face and eye-sockets nearly black as they stare at the blank box already deep in the earth.
“Where’s your coat?” it’s a coddling question that makes him tsk in a way that distorts his face beneath the doused strands of hair.
“On fire in a ditch somewhere.”
“Oh…”
The venom of his words makes your pulse rise but an unnerving chill crawl across your body like a warning, and you choose to ignore the change as you turn back to the grave.
“He waited.” I waited.
“I’m surprised he didn’t let him rot.”
“There was still time before he would start to smell.”
A light laugh pushes through the rain and to your ears. Your heart begins to beat faster.
“I’m sure he would have apologized for that, for stinking up the place, like it was his fault for every god damn thing…”
You don’t say anything. Maybe it’s because you’re too focused on the marathon your body is conducting as you stand still, maybe it’s because you couldn’t add anything half as introspective about the deceased, but he went on. At times Dazai speaks of the dead like he’s just standing in the other room, others like he’s already moved on from it all. It’s a sick eulogy with extra dead bleeding into the muddy burial site from both ends, and you’re the idiot whose too consumed with their own emotions to respect the dearly departed, because when Dazai decides it’s time to say goodbye you’re hit with the overwhelming truth that he isn’t just speaking to the box in front of him.
In a second you throw your umbrella to the mud and clutch his dirtied frame by the collar to smack his mouth to yours. It’s all you, mouth warming his sake dunked lips as your fingers clutch his neck like he might melt away in the morning storm. Another ten steps backwards with him, it’s always ten steps backwards when you’re with him; the thought makes you cry and you can’t tell if your tears drop down your skin when the rain rolls across your cheeks.
A sob nearly makes you break apart, but when you attempt to pull back from his motionless stance hands grip at the fabric of your shirt pulling you against the mud to his body. You shiver when the contact is as cold as his lips, his wet hair dripping in the exposed crevices of your clothing, but just as you tore at his lifeless frame in a desperate sorrow seconds before you let him clutch your body to him, his grasp taking you ten steps back. Your shoes are sinking, the sun is begrudgingly rising, and your body shakes out of breath.
But the marathon in your heart is over, and out of respect for the dead, Dazai leaves.
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SOUKOKU YEES thank you lovely anon i was dying to write for this pair, this is the perfect prompt for them ufufufuuuuu I hope you enjoy it~!
Attention
Summary: Dazai comes home to see Chuuya busy with his work, which he decides is the best time to beg for attention.
Word Count: 1.4k (under the cut)
Dazai kicked off his shoes as he entered his apartment, looking over at Chuuya who currently sat on the couch, stacks of paperwork on the coffee table in front of him, rubbing the bridge of his nose annoyedly.
“I’m home, Chuuya!” Dazai called in a sing-song voice, looking over again towards his boyfriend who waved quickly before going immediately back to his paperwork.
Dazai pouted, setting his trench coat on the coat hanger before dancing over towards Chuuya, setting his hands on the couch.
“I’m home, darling,” he repeated, leaning over the couch so his face was right in front of Chuuya’s, who still didn’t look up from his work. Dazai tried to lean forward more but quickly pulled back when he almost fell forward, pouting his lip out even more.
“Chuuuuuuuyaaaaaaaaa, pay attention to me,” Dazai whined, draping his arms around Chuuya’s shoulders as he sighed.
“I’m busy, mackerel, now will you please let me finish this?”
Dazai pouted, tightening his grip on Chuuya. “You say that all the time, just give me a kiss~?”
Chuuya turned his head quickly and placed the quickest, sloppiest kiss on Dazai’s cheek before turning immediately back to his work. Dazai huffed in annoyance at the lack of attention he was given and let go of Chuuya, walking around the couch and sitting himself down next to him. Chuuya reached down towards the coffee table to grab another sheet of paperwork and Dazai flopped himself into Chuuya’s lap, trapping his arm underneath his body and pulling him down close to Dazai as he yelped.
“Hi Chuu-chan~” Dazai quipped, staring up as Chuuya stared back down at him with a severely annoyed look on his face.
“You want attention that bad, huh? Fine, I see how it is.” Chuuya growled and Dazai grinned nervously.
“Oh? Does this mean I finally get my kiss?”
“Even better.”
Chuuya reached his free hand up and brushed aside Dazai’s locks of hair, Dazai practically purring as he stroked his cheek. His purrs quickly turned to giggles as he scrunched his shoulders, Chuuya’s fingers now brushing ticklishly against his neck.
“Eeheeheehee Chuuya~” Dazai giggled, squirming a little.
“What’s wrong? I’m giving you attention, don’t you like it?”
Dazai giggled helplessly as Chuuya’s fingers ventured, going from his neck to his collarbone. Dazai squeaked and turned towards Chuuya’s torso, laughing softly into his belly. Chuuya chuckled with him.
“Do you like it more here?”
Chuuya’s fingers went back up to Dazai’s neck, fluttering near his Adam’s apple as he let out a shaky laugh, nodding and making Chuuya blush by doing so.
Chuuya choked on a laugh as Dazai’s fingers found their way to his sides, giving him a quick squeeze.
“Don’t you dare,” he hissed.
Dazai looked up at him, wrapping one arm around his torso as he continued to giggle from Chuuya’s tickling. He winked, digging his fingers into Chuuya’s soft flesh, making him curl over and laugh immediately.
“Gohohohohod dammit Dazai!” He laughed, using his hand that was previously tickling Dazai to push him away.
“My, my Chuuya, always starting fights you can win. Now, look at you, laughing at my mercy, how adorable~” Dazai teased, completely recovered from Chuuya’s earlier tickles.
Chuuya barked out a loud laugh as Dazai’s hand traveled up to his ribs, dancing along the bones. Chuuya hit Dazai’s shoulder and tried to push him away, but that only encouraged Dazai to keep up the tickles. He unwrapped his other arm from around Chuuya and buried it in his hip, making Chuuya squawk.
“Do you like it more here, Chuu-chan?” Dazai parroted Chuuya’s earlier words, switching both hands to vibrating in his hipbone, Chuuya cackling in the process.
“Y-You’re an ahahahahahasshole!” Chuuya screeched, grabbing at Dazai’s hands that continued to torment one of his worst spots.
Dazai clicked his tongue. “Language, Chuuya.”
“Sohohohorry, I forgot th-thehehere was a child prehehesent!” Chuuya teased through his laughter, making Dazai let out a loud, offended gasp.
“Chuuya! Oh, if I could get your feet I would,” Dazai threatened, sending a shiver up Chuuya’s spine. “Guess I’ll have to settle for here.”
Dazai ran his fingers up Chuuya’s sides, stopping at his waist and squeezing, making Chuuya throw his head back and laugh loudly.
“Stohohohohop, fuck! Fuck not thehehehehehere!”
“Didn’t I already scold you about language? Such a naughty little Chuuya~” Dazai cooed, squeezing both his hands on the curve of Chuuya’s waist as he thrashed around and even tried jumping around, trying to shake Dazai off of him.
“It’s like I’m riding a bull! Jeez, sometimes I forget how ticklish you are, Chuu-chan.” Dazai said, one hand running up under Chuuya’s arm, making him squeal, while the other went under his shirt and tickled his tummy. Chuuya squealed, grabbing Dazai’s hands and tried to pull them away. He was able to get Dazai’s devious fingers away from his tummy, but in the process his shirt got pulled up, which Dazai quickly took advantage of.
As Chuuya tried to pull away the hand currently attacking his armpit, Dazai stuck his head under Chuuya’s shirt, making him scream and blush heavily as Dazai ticklishly kissed his skin.
“Gehehehehet out of there, you pehehehehervert!” Chuuya yelled, letting go of Dazai’s hands to push his head away, allowing Dazai to tickle under Chuuya’s other arm, making him shriek. Dazai grinned against Chuuya’s tummy, blowing a raspberry right in the curve of Chuuya’s waist, who responded with the loudest shriek Dazai had ever heard.
“Wow, Chuuya, looks like I found a good spot~,” Dazai said just above Chuuya’s tummy, the breath tickling him as well.
“Sh-Shuhuhut up! Don’t tahahahalk! Ahhh! Tihihihickles!” Chuuya shrieked, barely able to formulate a full sentence as Dazai’s fingers began to run down to Chuuya’s upper ribs, his lips continuing the raspberry onslaught on his tummy.
Tears started to fall down Chuuya’s cheeks as he shook his head around, pushing desperately at Dazai’s head as his laughter became silent, him kicking his legs out, knocking over his paperwork as he was slowly losing energy. Dazai noticed this and slowed his fingers to slow strokes, sitting himself up so his head popped out of the top of the shirt, right in front of Chuuya.
He wheezed, looking away from Dazai as he pulled his hands away from his ribs, reaching them up to cup Chuuya’s cheeks and face him towards Dazai, who gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
Chuuya scowled at him. “Get out of my shirt.”
“But it’s so warm, Chuuya, especially after how much you laughed,” Dazai cooed, dancing his fingers again up Chuuya’s side.
Chuuya huffed out a quick laugh, grabbing Dazai’s wrists and glaring at him, the grin that was still plastered on his face ruining the threatening effect. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Tickle me-hehehehee, shit! You ahahahahass!” Chuuya shrieked, falling right into Dazai’s trap as he leaned forward and peppered ticklish kisses up his neck, his fingers working on his ribs yet again.
“You’re so pretty when you laugh, Chuuya,” Dazai whispered ticklishly in his ear, making him squeal and shake his head, trying to push Dazai away again, which was infinitely more difficult now that he was sitting on Chuuya’s lap and in his shirt, the heat from Dazai and from his laughing, it was so warm, he was so close…
Dazai kissed Chuuya again, not halting his fingers as Chuuya giggled furiously into the kiss, Chuuya hitting against Dazai’s chest as he did so. Dazai chuckled into the kiss as well, stopping his fingers and reaching up to cup Chuuya’s cheek, pulling away slightly to let Chuuya catch his breath.
“Y-you’re the wohohorst,” Chuuya complained, panting, some residual giggles still escaping his lips.
Dazai lowered his hands to Chuuya’s hips, looking him deep in the eye.
“Wanna say that again?”
“I wahahas kidding!” Chuuya shrieked, giggling a bit in anticipation. Dazai smiled and leaned his head on the crook of Chuuya’s neck.
“Mmm, I’m so tired, I could just fall asleep right here…” Dazai said, his voice growing softer with each word.
“You’re tired? You just tickled me half to death! Hey, don’t fall asleep on me, I need to finish my - oi!”
Chuuya’s complaint fell on deaf ears as Dazai began to softly snore on Chuuya’s shoulder, his arms still wrapped around his torso like a koala as Chuuya sighed, reaching out as much as he could towards the coffee table, but with his dumbass of a boyfriend in the way it was just out of his reach, so he leaned back and sighed in resignation. He wrapped one arm around Dazai, leaning his head on Dazai’s falling asleep as well.
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