#oda angst
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Can you make something for Oda? Where he started seeing his s/o who also takes care of the orphans and are gifted as well, maybe able to sing a deadly lullaby, and when the orphans got killed his s/o takes down the Mimic instead, out of grief and rage by using their gift and maybe Oda comforting after that, then maybe they leave together to start a new. (this man seriously deserved better)
a quiet life
a/n : i actually couldn’t wait to write this idea, oda truly did deserve so much better. asagiri when i catch you oda is coming back in the next arc (trust it trust it!)
a/n : i found it quite odd i used 'mom' considering i’m scottish but oh well!
pairing : oda x gn!reader (reader is referred to as mom by kids)
genre : fluff at the beginning, angst angst angst
warnings : mentions of blood & murder
wc : 3k
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"Don’t you think stars are a beautiful sight to gaze upon?"
Oda turns to you, a soft smile placed upon his features.
"Rather lyrical tonight, aren’t you?"
You turn to him with furrowed eyebrows and a playful smirk on your face at his harmless comment
"Don't you enjoy my whimsical poetry?
“Indeed I do, but you only seem to talk like that when something is on your mind.”
You relax your expression and your smirk falters only to the same soft smile he gave you. You look down at the concrete below you as you begin to speak.
“Don’t you think a quiet life would be nice?”
Oda’s smile falls down to a small frown. He reaches from under your chin to lift your head up so you can face him.
“A quiet life?” He repeats, beckoning for you to elaborate.
“Yeah.” Your eyes follow his own as you look up at him. “A quiet life with the kids.”
“You mean the five children who are anything but the definition of peace and tranquillity?”
At this you laugh, your smile returning to your lips as you cock your head to the side with Oda’s hand still resting underneath your chin.
“Absolutely.” You say with such certainty. Oda smiles as his hand traces up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin ever so gently.
“I’m happy with the life we have currently of course, but..” You pause.
“But?”
“Don't you think having such a delicate part of your life along with such a tough part of it also could shatter everything in such a short bit of time?”
He frowns, understanding what you mean by your words.
“You mean my job, correct?”
You nod, letting out a soft sigh as you turn away from him, his hand no longer resting on your cheek as you look up at the night sky.
“I know I tell you this almost every night but you know I’m right, Oda. This mafia life you claim to have going for you isn’t great and it’s going to catch up on you sooner or later, no matter how much of a good person you are.” You truthfully say, giving him a look of hurt and worry.
Oda gives you a look with sympathy, him only nodding in understanding and turning to also look at the sky. A moment of silence passes through the wind before you continue.
“I just want us to be safe.”
“We will be.”
He brings down a hand to cup your chin once more, bringing it up to make you look up into his eyes.
“Do you remember that creative mind of yours describing to me what our future could be if you had the world in your hands?”
You think for a few moments, recollecting your thoughts until you eventually find that fond memory.
“To build a cabin house with six bedrooms, around four windows placed in each room alongside the kitchen..” You whisper.
“What else?” He urges
“One little TV placed on a cabinet table in the living room so the children can eat their home cooked meals with a proper working furnace, beside it being a cozy warm fireplace that’s well kept away from the children..” You giggle at your last comment.
“And?”
You pause, resting your cheek into his palm as tears fill your eyes, attempting to hold back your sorrow but when you imagine such a peaceful life with such ordinary requests that you can’t reach it becomes a bit difficult for you to maintain composure.
“A little baby room, for when we have our own one day..”
Oda smiles at this, rubbing his thumb up and across your cheek, wiping away the tear that threatens to fall from your waterline. He gives you the sweetest kiss on the forehead, his other hand coming up to rub the back of your head in a comforting manner.
“I want to sit in a room that overlooks the sea.” He says, now resting his forehead against yours. “A room where we can read to all of our children those stories I will write one day and those lullabies you will sing to them also.”
You look up to meet his eyes once more.
“Our children?”
There’s a moment of silence before he lets out a breathless chuckle escape his lips.
“Our children.”
More tears escape your eyes, you sniffle and wipe your tears as Oda wipes some more from his fingers.
“My beautiful partner..” He starts.
“My beautiful soon to be married..” He continues.
“We will be alright.”
You brush through Sakuras hair with one of her pretty pink hairbrushes she insisted on you using. You were helping each one of the children get ready for bed, each one having their own unique personality and behaviour to them.
Kōsuke, being the oldest out of all the orphans Oda took in. He always insists he can get ready himself, and although he can - he hates the rule of having to actually getting ready for bed specifically so it’s naturally your job to make sure he’s managed first.
Katsumi, the second hardest to actually help get ready for bed. Not because he can’t manage it, but simply because he would much rather play baseball outside even when it’s dark.
“I just don’t understand why you two would want to play out here after hours, especially when there’s creeps and bad things out here that lurk in the night..” You speak to the children from the balcony you were standing on, looking down at the two boys who were so persistent on an extra five minutes.
“What, bad things like monsters? Hah! I’m not five anymore! Those stories are stupid!” Kōsuke argues, crossing his arms as he stands stubbornly to clearly state he isn’t moving any time soon.
“Yeah! Plus, if any creepers came up to try and hurt us we’d beat them to a pulp!” Katsumi shouts, balling his fist and punching his baseball glove, his eyebrows furrowing and smiling mischievously, showing his missing tooth on his upper teeth. You giggle, propping your elbows up on the bannister and resting your chin on your hands as you stare fondly at the kids. You pout jokingly as you begin to speak.
“Well, it’s a shame really..I guess I’ll just have to sit all alone and read my lullabies to myself.”
At this Katsumi’s expression flickered into a change rather quickly, his eyebrows now furrowing in a sad manner as his demeanour changes within a flash.
“Hey wait!! I wanna listen to your lullabies Y/N!”
Kōsuke turns around to Katsumi, a look of betrayal written all over his face as he stomps his foot.
“Hey!! You’re supposed to be on my side!”
“But Miss/Mister Y/N’s gonna be lonely..” He pouts.
“Uh- no, they’ll have Mr Oda to keep them company!”
“But I enjoy the lullabies..”
“Oh come now Katsumi it’s okay, just go on and get ready for bed kay?” You say with a sweet smile on your face, Katsumis face immediately lighting up as he runs up the stairs to the balcony and into the building.
Kōsuke watches in disbelief at Katsumi rushing off within an instant. He glares at you as you stick your tongue out at him, blowing a raspberry like a child yourself as you turn around and beckon for him to come in, him following behind you without any hesitation with him mumbling and grumbling like the five year old he said he wasn’t.
Next was Yū, he wasn’t much of a bother considering how he was rather preoccupied with his games, although he sure liked to keep your mind busy with him joining the other boys antics and frequently sneaking his electronics into his bed so he could attempt to play them overnight, most of the time his plan fails.
“Yū..” You say with a quirked eyebrow, your hands on your hips as you stare at him from the bunk bed.
He turns to you with a sweet smile that could’ve fooled anyone, but not you.
“Yeah?”
“Give it.”
He tries to pull a confused expression, only making him look silly due to the fact he was trying not to smile whilst being caught in a lie.
“I don’t know what you could be talking about..“
“Miss/Mister Y/N, Yū hid his gameboy under his pillow!!”
“Sakura!!”
He groans in annoyance as you smirk, holding your hand out for him to give you the electronic, him complying with harsh movements as he grabs his pillow, lifts it, grabs the gameboy but places it in your hand ever so gently, crossing his arms and pouting. You pat him on the head with a soft smile, taking his hat off in the process.
“Bed, now.”
Now for the most competent one, Shinji. He was the sweetest and timid boy you ever met when you first started seeing Oda. Rather quiet and cautious with himself and around others but the more you got to know him, the more you saw just how easily comfortable he got with you.
“And no reading under the covers!” You say as you take the book from Shinji.
He nods with a sweet smile as he heads to bed. But before he gets into the covers, he pauses for a moment and stays there, almost seeming like he was hesitating to ask something. You stand as you watch his back freeze and you wait patiently for him to turn around and gain the courage. He turns around cautiously and fiddles with his little fingers before asking quietly.
“C-can you read me it..?” He asks kindly, pointing to the small picture book you took from him and then instantly looking down when he notices you glancing at the book and back at him. Your heart melts, a small pout forming on your lips as you smile.
“Of course, sweetheart. Come on let’s tuck you in.”
Oda doesn’t think Shinji’s ever smiled so brightly in his life.
Sakura was the quietest next to Shinji, although she had a bright and caring personality around everyone. It was kind of hard being the only girl out of all the kids for her, not being able to have the same interests as the boys all seem to have. Sure, she messed around with them and played tricks on Oda with their silly fake mafia style games, but she never actually had someone to talk about the things she really wanted to talk about or do - which is why she found the most comfort in you.
Which is where you are now, brushing her hair gently with the pretty pink hairbrush she so desperately “needed” you to use. She claims it makes her hair shine, you believe so too.
“Your hairs so pretty, Miss/Mister Y/N..” Sakura says with a cute smile as she stares at you through the mirror, seeming so mesmerised by you overall. You grin as you brush her hair so gently, not wanting to brush too hard through her tugs.
“Thank you, Sakura.” You say softly, looking down at her head so you don’t miss any unbrushed ends.
“I wish I had hair like you..” She tilts her head to the side slightly, kicking her feet back and forth on the chair she was sitting on. You furrow your eyebrows playfully, the smile still remaining on your lips.
“That so?”
“Yeah!” She beams.
“Well, what if I told you that I’d much prefer to have your hair?”
At this her face lights up brighter than before.
“Really??”
“Mhm.”
“But why?”
You stop brushing her hair for a moment before placing it on the desk of the bathroom, smiling and placing your chin on top of her head.
“Because it’s so perfect, silky smooth and is the best to style.”
She gets excited at this, bouncing up and down as she pats her legs.
“I really do like my pigtails..” She says with a bit of shyness.
“They’re beautiful on you dear.”
“You do them best though!!” She exclaims, giggling as you hug her gently.
“Hey Miss/Mister Y/N?” She says after a few moments of giggling.
“Yes, Sakura?”
There’s a little pause before she thinks of what to say.
“Are you technically my mommy?”
You stop for a second, practically freeze in place. You blink at your reflection in the mirror before you turn to look at her fully.
“What do you mean, dear?”
She shifts on her butt and turns around to now fully look at you, hugging her knees to her chest as she slowly continues to elaborate.
“I mean..you always take care of us..and you act like our mommy, and although i wouldn’t mind if you were my dad also..I’ve never had a mommy before..”
Your heart breaks at this. She was right, Oda was their father figure that was present in all of their lives from the beginning, saving them one by one from death and raising them up until now without any mother figure present. Although, Oda has clearly done an amazing job raising these kids you can’t help but have sympathy for all of them for feeling so..empty? You’re snapped out your thoughts quickly as you feel Sakuras tiny hand tug on your sleeve.
“Can I call you mommy?”
You pause, until a soft smile is placed on your lips and you lean in to kiss her forehead.
“Yeah, you can call me that.”
She smiles happily, now crawling up to you using her tiny hands to claw at your sleeves to help her get up to your lap. Now sitting on it she cuddles into you, feeling warmth on your chest as you smile happily, wrapping your arms around the small little girl as you rub her back soothingly.
“I love you mommy.” She says sweetly.
“I love you too dear.” You whisper softly, not knowing that Oda had been leaning against the door the entire time with the most heart warming smile ever present on his face.
“You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take
My sunshine away”
“Mom! Why do you always have to sing that one song? It’s getting boring now..” Katsumi whines, resting his cheek against the corner of the chair as he looks up at you.
“Yeah, it’s a stupid song..” Kōsuke grumbles, crossing his arms as he looks to the side in a huff.
“Hey, don’t be mean!! I love the song mommy, I do I do!!” Sakura beams, grabbing your leg with her hands as she begins to shake you in her grasp.
Oda chuckles at this, leaning against his hands from where he was sitting on the floor with the kids as you sat in the rocking chair, singing them lullabies before bed.
“I didn’t think you guys could be so opinionated. I remember back in the easy days where I’d just give you all a bottle of milk and you’d be content.”
“Hey! I am content!” Kōsuke retorts, glaring at Oda.
“Do you even know what that word means?” Katsumi asks.
“…”
“No.”
“Neither.”
“Okay but seriously! What’s the deal, mom? Why can’t you sing us another song?” Katsumi exclaims whilst Yū agrees.
“Yeah! I wanna know too!”
You tap your cheek with your finger a few times as you look up at the ceiling, pretending to look as if you were thinking before you looked down at Oda who was looking at you like a lovesick fool.
“Should I tell them?”
“Should you?”
“Should I?”
“STOP IT!!” Kōsuke shouts. “Just tell usss!” He groans.
You giggle. “Okay okay,” you say softly as you place your hands in your lap before you whisper gently.
“What if I told you all..that I had special powers?”
“Like super powers?” Yū asks, you nod. The children all beam at this, even little Shinji who was placed on Odas knee now hitting it in excitement along with Sakura on the other.
“Like Mr. Oda’s super powers..?” Shinji asks.
“Well, the same term - but not the same power.” You start.
“My ability, is to hypnotise those who dare to hear my lullabies..” You explain. “And unfortunately, due to my ability, I can’t sing specific songs to you guys because I don’t want to harm you all with my power, so I found that this song which you all liked seemed to work wonders!” You beam.
“Used to like, now it’s so overused..” Kōsuke groans.
“Be nice!!” Sakura snaps as she slaps Kōsuke on the leg.
“Ow! Hey!”
“Alright that’s enough..” Oda grabs Sakura and places her away from Kōsuke, who just mutters under his breath and sinks further into his pillow.
“Wait wait wait!” Katsumi holds up his hand as to say ‘pause’.
“Is that why whenever I hear your lullaby, I feel myself getting sleepy..?” His eyes widen as he speaks, as if he’s just had a realisation. Oda chuckles at Katsumis accusation.
“I don’t think that’s quite it, Katsumi..”
“No no!! It totally is!! Look at their creepy face!!” He screams out and points to your mischievous smirk as you look down at all the children to which they all squeal at this, now all attempting to hide behind Oda although Kōsuke on the other hand remains unfazed, staying in the same position in his pillow.
You laugh, breaking character completely. “Alright alright! No, Katsumi, I’m not hypnotising you to sleep.” You begin, reaching over to boop his nose. “You, are just naturally tired.”
“Nuh-uh!”
“Yuh-huh!”
Oda picks up Shinji with one arm and Sakura with the other, smiling softly at the other older children. “Alright guys, time to sleep.”
They all groan.
“Nooo!! Please!” Sakura whines, kicking her feet in the air from where Oda’s holding her to which Oda ignores her pleas as he takes her and Shinji out the room, Yū and Katsumi trailing behind soon after, leaving you and Kōsuke alone.
You turn to Kōsuke to see him staring at the floor, seeming to be lost in thought.
“Something on your mind, Kōsuke?”
Kōsuke looks up at you and purses his lips together, muttering a little 'no' under his breath.
You know he’s lying, so you persist.
“Is it the song?”
“…”
“No, the songs fine..”
“I thought it was overplayed..”
“No!” He snaps. “I like the stupid song! I just hate how it makes me feel..” He says the last part quietly, you raise an eyebrow, looking down at him.
“How do you mean?”
“Just..makes me feel stupidly tired and..stupidly..-“
“Content?” You finish for him.
“..Yeah, whatever the hell that word means..”
You smile as he says one more thing. “I don’t want you to stop singing, your voice is nice, you’re nice.”
“I’m nice?”
“Mhm..”
Your smile only grows. You reach over and ruffle Kōsuke’s hair to which he slaps your hand away.
“Thank you for telling me that, Kōsuke..and for what it’s worth, I think you’re just as nice too.”
You actually see him smile, he sits up properly now.
“Can you sing me it one more time?”
“Tomorrow, love.”
“Okay.”
You think that would be the end of that while lasting moment, until he says one more thing.
“Thanks, mom.”
You turn to him as your health melts for the last and final time.
“You’re welcome, dear.”
Little did you know, that would be the last and final time you’d ever sing that precious lullaby to your sweet babies before they were taken from you.
You were walking back from the grocery store, two bags full of sweet treats occupy your arms as you hum the same sweet melody you sang to your kids the previous night.
It wasn’t until you had reached around the corner you see..what is that, smoke? Coming from near the place the kids stay. ‘That’s strange' you thought, maybe the chef had burned something? He’s always one to make mistakes, or so you thought.
You hear police sirens, ambulance sirens and even..screams? You recognise it within an instant ; Oda. Your eyes widen as you begin to rush over to the scene, only to find your boyfriend on his hands and knees, practically sobbing his heart out and screaming his lungs up at the ground as he’s infront of a blown up van. You rush over and kneel down to Oda, dropping one of your groceries to touch his face.
“Oda, baby, what’s happened talk to me please, are the kids okay..?!”
That question made his stomach churn, and he turns his head up to finally look at you, and he looks traumatised and absolutely broken, although it doesn’t answer your question, so you repeat it.
“Are the kids okay..?”
“…”
“Oda..”
“…”
“Oda, god don’t do this to me tell me the kids are okay..”
Oda shakes his head, tears now streaming down his face as he lets out choked sobs inbetween his next words.
“Y/N..I-I’m so sorry..I tried..I tried to keep them safe I just-..I didn’t..”
Your heart drops, your eyes widen even more as realisation hits you like a truck.
You stand up and slowly walk over to the van which is now been surrounded by yellow and black caution tape. You look down at the floor and see blood, lots and lots of blood and one thing that truly confirms your fears makes your heart break.
Kōsuke’s sunglasses rested on the floor covered in smoke confirms absolutely everything.
You drop your groceries, your body shaking with fear, sadness, and anger. You fall to the floor You fall to the floor on your knees as your breathing becomes heavy, little gasps escaping your throat as your throat closes up, your hand covering your mouth as you sob, Oda within a flash is now by your side as hes also on his knees, cradling you and hugging you so close to his chest that he’ll think you’ll disappear from him anytime soon.
“I’m so sorry..I’m so sorry..” He repeatedly whispers, sobbing into your hair as you sob loudly into his chest, both of your hearts hurting so much full of grief and woe.
“My babies..they were my babies..” Your screams are muffled by Oda’s jacket as you breath heavily into it, hyperventilating hard.
You dig your nails into his shirt, tears staining it as you claw as if you were looking for answers, looking for practically anything as to find any source as to say 'Hey, this is a dream' but no, you were right infront of it, the truth.
Your babies were gone.
Days later…
Oda was sitting on the same rocking chair you once sat on when you read and sang those cherish-able words and lullabies to the children. He stares at his feet, in such a grave state of confusion, denial and depression. You had been AWOL for the past few days now, Oda giving you your personal space as he doesn’t want to overstep or push you any further but oh what he would do to be basked in your affection and comfort right now, it was all he needed. He fears if he’s alone for any longer he may do something drastic. That is until..a creak from the door let’s him escape his thoughts.
Blood, the first thing he sees. You covered in blood, your face and body and hands all covered in someone else’s blood made his own run cold, his eyes widen as he sees your hurt expression, you both look into eachother eyes knowing how much you were both truly hurting.
It wasn’t until you dropped to your knees, grabbing the covers of one of the children’s bunk beds Oda gets out his seat swiftly dropping down and hugging you tightly, a little similar to a few days ago. He lets you let it all put, god knows you both need it. You sob and sob until your heart lets out everything you had left to offer, because what else was there left to give? Everything you once had was taken from you within a second, something so delicate, so fragile ; shattered.
“I killed him.” You start, Odas heart drops.
“You killed who..?” He whispers.
“The bastard who took our babies..” You seethed.
Oda notices your voice and how hoarse it was, and that’s when he realises the painful truth. You had used your ability, a deadly lullaby, to kill the mastermind of the plot to take away your children.
“Baby..it’s okay..please j-“
“Run away with me.”
“..what..?”
“You heard me goddamnit, run away with me Oda what the hell are we waiting for?!” You scream out. Your voice, raspy and breaking from the previous moments you ripped that disgusting man’s life away from his throat and body.
“We’ve been sitting, imagining and talking but why not live it already? Nobody’s stopping us!”
“My job is stopping me, Y/N-“
“No the hell it isn’t, stop bullshitting it!! You can quit, you can be free, Dazai will be fine he can come visit us and whatnot the kid will be the boss by twenty-three you know it, I know it..!”
You grab his face into your hands, his cheeks becoming covered in blood from how dirty your own were. With wide eyes you whisper, desperation and need evident within your voice as you plea.
“Please, for me, for the kids..”
Oda looks at you in disbelief, his breathing shaky as he stares at you with wide eyes staring into yours.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, you’re hurting..”
“So are you, but we can heal.”
A pause.
“And..hey, what way to start that goddamn journey by building a cabin house..?” You let out a breathless laugh, Oda laughs with you, resting his forehead against yours as he finally whispers.
“With a room that just overlooks the sea..”
2 years later…
The waves crashing against the shore make a perfect combination with the melody you now sing in the depths of your dark brown clattered cabin.
“You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take
My sunshine away”
“Please don’t take my sunshine away..” You whisper once more with such genuine feeling before you plant a kiss on your gorgeous newborns head, stroking her head as she sleeps peacefully in your arms as you rock back and forth amongst the rocking chair.
You hear a few creaks from the floorboards and from your husband, who carefully steps out of his writers room as he doesn’t want to wake up his child.
“Hey.” You whisper.
“Hey.” He smiles.
“What you doing in there?” You say softly as you nod your head to the writers room hes just emerged out of.
“Working on my book.”
You nod, smiling as you look down at the baby, then back at your husband.
“I haven’t had the chance to ask, what’s it about?”
Oda cautiously walks up to you and kneels down next to you, stroking his baby’s head with the back of his hand.
“Just, how having such a delicate life along with a tough part of it also has its consequences and could shatter everything within a short space of time.”
“Rather melodramatic tonight, are you not?
“Don’t you enjoy my whimsical poetry?”
You smirk as he smiles, before he stands back up and glances out at the window, holding his hands behind his back. You stand up, being extra careful with your movements as you approach Oda and stand beside him. He opens the window wide open, revealing the night sky and the sound of the waves crashing down on the shore. You glance up at the night sky, looking up amongst all the beautiful stars scattered across the horizon, that is until something caught your eye.
Out of all the stars you saw, five took your fancy. Five stars shined proudly upon the horizon as they shined together and with no other star before, at this you smile, tears slowly filling your eyes as you nudge Oda gently.
“They’re beautiful to gaze upon, don’t you think?”
Oda looks up at the sky and instantly knows what you’re talking about and he smiles, his heart aching but healing it’s wounds just by looking at the scenery little by little.
“Yeah, they sure are.”
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Oda: draws a funny roger pic
one of his assistants probably: ok i'm gonna make this about shanks and buggy instead
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#why r the screentones bejng fucky#odango#haha!#osamu dazai#dazai osamu#sakaguchi ango#ango sakaguchi#angst#sakunosuke oda#oda sakunosuke#mentioned lol#bungou stray dogs#bsd#art
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Too Late~ Dazai Osamu
featuring:- PM!Dazai Osamu, gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned), Chuuya (briefly)
warnings:- angst, hurt/no comfort, being hostage, mentions of torture in captivity, graphic mentions of blood and violence, major character death, lmk if i missed anything
a/n:- im already sighing on looking at the warnings... it IS bsd i suppose.. well here's what im best at again, in a new fandom, so have some angst that is VERY late
set some time before Odasaku's death
wc:- 2.5k || masterlist
Not many people knew what it was like to have known Dazai before he joined the Port Mafia. To be one of the few people who had been trusted by him. Keyword being ‘had’- for some, some unfathomable reason, he’d drifted away, leaving you behind, alone. Making you wonder if for some reason he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.
It hurt. It hurt that you could lose him so easily, despite having been with him throughout the years, making sure he knew that you would always be there for him, silently tending to him after yet another attempt. It hurt because you had no idea what you did wrong to push him away. It hurt because he didn’t care anymore, for you, for them, for your shared childhood.
A fool could have probably known that you shouldn’t have gotten so close to the brunette, that he leaves nothing but a trail of suffering and sorrow in the wake of the people who dared to care for him. You, however, argued that he wasn’t like this before. At all. Again, a fool’s excuse.
Perhaps the Port Mafia had changed him, so much more than it changed you. Because now, he was completely unrecognisable, almost like he was a different person altogether. And you can’t help but dully wonder where the man you once knew almost inside out went, the man who once did his best to stay with you no matter what, when he abandoned you yet again during a joint mission ordered by Mori, citing some logical reasons of why it was better for you to not be with him during a mission. (Like always.) Not even bothering to get your opinion or response, something he never did before joining the Mafia.
You watch silently as the brunette slowly disappears into the horizon, leaving you behind. Again.
That night, as you return to your apartment alone once again, (Bittersweet memories surface in your mind- young Dazai cheerily walking you back home, laughing.), you get the distinct feeling that something is off. You are a mafioso after all, you need to have a keen sense for danger to be alive in this industry. You’re instantly on high alert, even though you look calm as always, with your hands in your coat pockets, ready to pull out your knives in a moment. But you still can’t sense anyone following you. Just to be sure, you take a detour home.
You take a deep breath at the threshold of your door, relieved to be back here. That sense of danger wasn’t as prominent anymore, and you were dying to get some sleep in an attempt to get a certain brunette out of your mind. You’d deal with whatever the problem was tomorrow- you’d had enough today. You can’t help but smile forlornly as you walk into your dimly lit home-
-And then suddenly you’re falling, falling, into a void of darkness, surrounded by the people you care, by him, hurling words at you that stab you like a thousand knives in a nightmare, and dumbly you realise that you walked right into an ability user’s trap, before the unknown ability takes your consciousness, bringing a silent darkness and pain.
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Mimic. A foreign organisation, a group of extremely skilled soldiers who sought the Port Mafia for unknown reasons. People who are willing to go to extreme lengths to get what they wanted- much like your own boss, really. And the ones who are your captors.
You can’t move, you’ve been chained. You assume that they want someone valuable to the Mafia as a hostage, and apparently you serve the purpose well. And dammit, you’ve been completely disarmed while unconscious, you can’t feel a single weapon on you. You’re alone, too, but there’s definite signs that someone’s been here, multiple times. There’s also an assortment of sharp weapons some distance away from you, and you think its cruel to leave them in your sight but out of reach. There’s no windows or openings either.
Footsteps echo outside the door of the room you’ve been kept in, breaking your survey of the room and your thoughts of escape routes. Two men walk in, dignified. It’s clear that they are war-trained soldiers. One of them stops talking with a grin, as he notices you awake.
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They want an individual from the Mafia on orders of their boss. They claim that Mori has been taking too long in making a decision, and they apparently hope their decision to take you captive will either force Mori to choose, or force you to give up the individual’s identity yourself in exchange for your freedom under pressure. But you can’t, won’t do the latter.
Because the individual they want is Oda Sakunosuke, Dazai’s new best friend, and you know damn well that he would utterly despise you if you gave up his identity, if you took away the one who gave him his reason to smile these days. Bitter thoughts cloud your mind, of how he abandoned you completely over some new friends, and you wonder if it would be better to just tell them. But then, your mafia sense kicks in, reasoning that if Mori doesn’t want his identity to be revealed yet, then you're probably as good as dead if you choose for him instead and return alive. (You would later realise that this thinking, too, was planned out by Mori, that bastard.) Your captors let hints slide that they’ll let your absence build up for a while, then let the Mafia know of your being their captive. Hopefully they do something.
You’ll just have to do your best to get out of those damn bonds by then, or survive till then. This was a very convenient time to wish that Dazai had taught you his little trick on how to unlock handcuffs, you think wistfully.
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As it turns out, surviving is an extremely hard thing to do after a few days have passed since Mori was apparently informed about the news of your captivity. Mori still hadn’t responded with his decision. Proof being the various cuts and bruises littering your skin already, a few small bloodstains already on the wall and floor. Not too much. Yet. They were intent on forcing your answer out of you, and clearly wouldn’t mind going to extremes for it.
You did your utmost to not make a single reaction when the knife pierced through your skin again, despite the pain that shot through your body for the umpteenth time. Unfortunately, you were well trained on how to not divulge information in captivity- after all, the Port Mafia really couldn’t risk their insider secrets getting out.
You were still intent on escaping, on getting out. You still had a flicker of hope in you, that someone would come for you, that he might come for you, despite the past few days proving fruitless. You refused to give up yet. You still believed in him, in them, that you wouldn’t be abandoned so easily by your kin.
‘Such a naive belief’, you would dully think some days later.
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Hope seemed like such a foolish thing now. You had lost track of time in the room without windows. No idea of how many days or weeks had passed. They weren’t coming for you. Of course they weren’t. You weren’t that important anyways, easily replaceable. Casualties happened often, what did it matter if someone died by being taken hostage? You truly attempted to free yourself, many times. You never succeeded, and each time you only received more wounds as punishment. Your captors were merciless, to say the least.
Wounds. That seemed like a small word to use at this point, with how battered and bruised you were. Your clothes were bloodsoaked, and you’d lost count of the number of scars and cuts you’d gained from your captors a long while ago. You could sense they were getting extremely frustrated by the lack of response. You didn’t mind, you didn’t care. You’d even stopped screaming when they cut you particularly deep- you just didn’t have any strength left in you at all. You passed out a few times from extreme blood loss. You could almost hear Mori in your mind, scolding you to get up already.
Mori. Of course, everything was probably a part of his heartless plans, fully willing to use any number of pawns for their execution.
At this point, you just wanted to be put out of your misery.
Your wish was granted some time- days?- later.
*******
Dazai was initially relieved when you didn’t show up to your next joint mission. He wouldn’t have to ensure your safety and hide his feelings again. But he’d quickly figured out that something was wrong when you didn’t show up again, and again, and you were nowhere to be seen around the Port Mafia buildings either. He’d gathered up the courage to go to your apartment, but had immediately sensed the ability at the entrance and deactivated it. That was what confirmed it for him, and finally, he allowed himself to feel fear for his childhood best friend. For you.
He was well aware that he didn’t deserve to, after how terribly he treated you in an attempt to protect himself from his emotions. His only defence was that he was afraid of hurting you- he knew his reputation well. But that didn’t matter right now- he had to find you. Except not a single person had a clue of your whereabouts. The only person he hadn’t questioned yet was Mori.
Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to go beyond the doors of Mori’s office. He was scared. Scared of what he’d find.
Again, that would prove to be one of his biggest mistakes, when Kouyou grimly approached him, having accidentally obtained information about you that she wasn’t even supposed to know in Mori’s office. Kouyou cared for you enough to let Dazai know of your situation.
Dazai felt sick to the core when he saw the single picture attached in the message Kouyou sent him, along with a decision to choose between you and the future-seeing ability user- Odasaku. His heart dropped into his stomach even more when he saw that the last message was a few days ago. What if-?
No. Dazai refused to think of that possibility. He’d track down the source of that picture, he’d hunt them down, make them regret their decision, and he’d get you back. He’d make sure of it. He had too many apologies he owed to you after all, even if they would never make up for all that he’d done. He would.
*******
You were surprised that their boss hadn’t shown up to interrogate you yet. You simply stared hollowly at the walls as the door slammed open and the highest-ranked individual in the facility walked in, knife in hand.
Not a single piece of information slipped past your mouth, as he went through the routine torture process.
Time passes, and you can see that he’s grown extremely frustrated with your lack of response. One of the others standing at the door, watching your misery, suggested that he simply kill you and get it over with. It was pointless to keep you around anymore.
‘Finally’ you think darkly. You didn’t think you could hold out for much longer.
You close your eyes, not wanting to see your killer. Instead, you remember the people you care for, silently apologising to them for giving up. Somewhere, in the background, you hear the distant noises of shouting. Probably some of the other soldiers playing cards or something again.
Despite you willing yourself to not make a sound, a shattering scream tears itself out of your throat when you feel the knife harshly stabbed straight into your heart. Your killer twisted it roughly- another scream, your last- and then pulled the knife out.
You feel yourself fall forward, double in on yourself, wrists held back to the wall. The agony is excruciating, but hopefully it won’t last long. To you, it feels as if your screams are echoing in the room, or maybe in your mind, and your vision has gone blurry in pain. But then, you realise through your numb haze that your screams do not sound like that- you’ve heard the sound enough.You realize that maybe someone has attacked your captors.
There’s a terrified shout mixed in all the clamor, and its a voice that you would recognise anywhere. ‘But there’s no way’, you think hollowly. No one cared enough to come for you.
Then you feel yourself falling forward suddenly, blood gushing out from your chest, into someone’s familiar arms as your eyes close. The handcuffs are gone. Faintly, you hear a voice- his voice- through the ringing in your ears, saying something unintelligible to you. You can’t understand what's being said, but you struggle to open your eyes one last time to see.
And somehow, Dazai is there, holding you tightly, eyes full of panic and terror, everyone else in the room crushed to the ground. He’s saying something worriedly to someone behind him- Chuuya. You briefly wonder if you’re hallucinating, but decide against it- this all feels too real. This must have been the shouts in the distance.
They came for you. In the end, they came, albeit a bit too late. You feel yourself being lifted, and then Dazai is running out, holding you carefully as if you could break any moment- you’re already broken though. You feel the cool night breeze for the first time in ages, see the beautiful moon again. A small smile rests on your lips as you feel yourself finally fall limp in his arms. ‘He still looks as pretty as before, and maybe, just maybe, he still cares for you’, is what you think.
You shut your eyes again, surrendering yourself to the darkness beyond the agony.
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Horrified is much too mild a word to use, when he sees your condition. When he sees you being stabbed in front of his eyes, when you fall limp in his arms. The next moments are a panicked blur, Chuuya saying something to take you somewhere, that he’ll handle this place. He runs straight out, towards the Mafia building, towards the doctors, towards the hospital, anywhere, anywhere you can be saved.
But its already too late, he knows it when you don’t move in his arms anymore, when your bleeding chest doesn’t rise and fall again, and he doesn’t know what else to do apart from screaming in sorrow and fear, because he’s just lost the one person who understood him like no one else, who cared for him like no one else, who he stupidly pushed away, and its all because of him.
He falls to his knees, still clutching your lifeless, bleeding body. Your face had a hint of a smile in your last few moments, and that is what finally breaks him. All he can do is cry out apologies continuously, tears freely streaming down his face, for everything he’s done wrong, for how he’s treated you, for being too late to save you.
finallyyy, and as usual, votes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated also lmk if you guys want a happy ending :D
#extra:- this was all part of mori's plan to make dazai leave pm without actually making him leave bc he feared dazai wanted his position#and he follows this up with oda's death to finally push dazai over the edge as he lost the two ppl he cared abt the most and left#skylia's works#bsd#bungo stray dogs#dazai#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#dazai x reader#dazai osamu x reader#dazai angst#bsd angst#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai bsd#dazai x reader angst#bsd oneshots#dazai oneshots
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"Smile"
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In his eyes, he can still see Oda dancing with him as they always would, the only thing that is missing is the scent of fresh burnt cigarrettes and the warmth of his embrace.
#bsd#odazai#odasaku x dazai#my art#do not repost#literary stray dogs#dazai osamu#oda sakunosuke#bungo stray dogs#bungosd#digital art#i am not sorry#violence and angst chose me
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Sometimes, you have to let things go in order to move on.
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Just rewatched Marine Ford. I am a weepy watery mess right now. How could you Oda, how could you
#i already know how everything goes but it still hurts so much#i'm drowning in my feelings aaahh#oda you were cruel to us all#but we still love you#one piece#one piece spoilers#luffy angst#marine ford#asl brothers#luffy x ace#acelu#text post#non sims
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Hey. Hey.
AU where Fyodor, in an attempt to thoroughly break Dazai, gets Bram to turn Odasaku into a vampire. Then he continually sends him out to do awful things Odasaku would never do. Or has him do something where Dazai has to kill Oda.
Okay but with the latter, picture--
*Odasaku, resisting the vampirism*: Kill.... Me....
*Dazai, in fucking tears, hesitating to kill and sobbing for the first time in his life.*
*Someone comes up from behind him, covers his eyes*
*Gunshot*
Ango: I'm not making you watch him die again, Dazai.
#JUST#enjoy the fruits of my evil#just piiiiiiiiicture it#the wrath#or worse#it working and Dazai going off the deep end#but also the angst potential of Ango comforting Dazai but being TORN THE FUCK UP#dazai#ango#odasaku#oda sakunosuke#bungou stray dogs#bsd#odango#is that their ship name? Idk just seems tragic#buraiha trio
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#omg luneariann posting actual art??#wow miracle#anyway yeah#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungou stray dogs fanart#dazai#dazai osamu fanart#dazai osamu bsd fanart#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai angst#teen dazai osamu#dark era dazai#oda sakunosuke#bungo stray dogs odasaku#ely art
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On Curry
⚠️ blood.
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When someone leaves your life, those exits are not made equal.
Some are beautiful and poetic and satisfying.
Others are abrupt and unfair.
But most are just unremarkable, unintentional, clumsy.
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a promise.
#bungou stray dogs#bsd#ango sakaguchi#sakaguchi ango#odango#oda sakunosuke#sakunosuke oda#sorry!#angst#USD9FIJOFDS#im making all of you look at this#you will feel my odango pain woooooooooooooo
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The person who drove Dazai to Oda when he die was Hirotsu.
Hirotsu didn’t even know what was happening just that Dazai needed a ride and took him.
No words were said between the two in the car on the way to Oda and back to the Porta mafia.
The last person to see the demon prodigy Dazai was Hirotsu, and the first person in the Port Mafia to truly meet detective Dazai of the ADA.
#dad hirotsu#bsd hirotsu#hirotsu ryuurou#Hirotsu#ADA#PM#port mafia#detective agency#bungo stray dogs#bungo stray dogs Hirotsu#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#Dazai & Hirotsu#odasaku#bsd odasaku#oda sakunosuke#Oda & Dazai#Dazai only stay in contact with Hirotsu#Hirotsu saw how Dazai became brighter in the ADA#angst#bsd angst#headcanon
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That Place
♡ pairing: Dazai Osamu x gn!Reader
♡ synopsis: Dazai decides to introduce you to his old friend, except he's not what you thought he'd be.
♡ wc: 1.5k
♡ cw: Death (I hate to remind everyone that Oda is very deceased), Dazai talks about the mafia and suicide, mentions of alcohol.
note: You guys wanted this 😐 (dw I'm not mad or anything lol, I was just worried when I saw that the angst option won because I suck at writing angst sksjksksskjh) Apologies for errors.
Dazai hadn't said a single word for a few minutes and you were extremely worried about that.
He was taking you to meet an 'old friend' of his, or at least that's what he claimed. You weren't going to any usual places where one might visit a friend, like a cafe or a mall, but instead you were traipsing a small hill near the port. You were fully aware that Dazai was an unorthodox individual, and that his friends possibly were too, but you still had a twinge of apprehension in your stomach.
"Osamu...?" You finally asked, wanting to satiate your curiosity. "Why're we meeting him all the way out here?" Dazai gripped your hand a little tighter, and when you reached the top of the hill he finally spoke.
"He's here, already."
You took one of his arms and held it, almost nervously.
"He's here?" You repeated, confused. There was a tree, a gravestone, some flowers, but not much else. You noticed that the grass was rather soft, for what that was worth. Dazai stared at the headstone.
"Odasaku..." he began, then gestured towards you. "This is Y/N."
"Oh, you were talking about..." The grave. That was what he was talking about. You turned to him in surprise, but he didn't meet your gaze. The usual jovial and carefree gleam in his eyes was entirely absent. It was truly unnerving to see.
"I don't usually talk to him, but I figured an introduction was appropriate," Dazai shrugged, his face expressionless. The grave read S. ODA, who had apparently died at the age of twenty three. You'd never heard of such a man before, but you could only assume that by Dazai's reaction he must have been quite important.
"You said...Odasaku?" You asked, and Dazai drew a slow breath.
"Ah, that's just a nickname I gave him," he explained, quietly. "His name was Oda Sakunosuke."
"Right. How did you know him?"
"...we were both with the Port Mafia at the time," he bit his lip, and for a moment you reconsidered asking a single other question. Dazai hadn't revealed much to you at all about his time as a mafia executive, and eventually you gave up asking any questions. He really only ever griped about his ex-partner.
Dazai had always been, and was still, very much a wild card of a man. He was rather unpredictable, but you'd gotten much better at reading him over time, and you could tell that this Oda Sakunosuke was a rather valuable figure in Dazai's life. It was written plain as day on his face. You wondered then, if that was the case, why you'd never known of his existence before today.
"I see..." you replied so softly it was essentially a whisper.
"He was a little weird, though. He never killed anyone, despite being in the mafia, and he always had his curry really spicy. It was like putting solid fire in your mouth. I tried it once and I think I almost died."
"Some people just have a taste for spicy food, I suppose." You felt a little awkward. Often it was so easy to make conversation with Dazai, which was one of his many traits that drew you in so quickly. However, now you had no idea what to say or how to comfort him, though that was all you wanted to do. Admittedly, though, this revelation about Oda was rather sudden.
"You remember that bar I took you to last weekend? I told you that it was important to me?" You nodded, recalling the location. You remembered how time seemed to slow down while you were sitting in the mostly deserted bar with Dazai, noting the faint scent of smoke and how Dazai was so much more quiet that day. "Odasaku and I used to spend our time there outside of work. Us and Ango, too."
"Ango?" You questioned. You didn't know the agent too well, but you wouldn't have guessed that he and Dazai shared much of a history.
"Yeah. The three of us were friends, before Odasaku died."
"...don't take this the wrong way, but I can't really see you and Ango being friends." You turned to face him. "He's very...stern, and you're not."
"Things have changed since then." That brief statement told you all you needed to know. You sighed, and gave his arm a squeeze. The breeze picked up slightly, the leaves of a nearby tree disturbing your shared silence with their rustling. Dazai's beige coat fluttered in the wind.
"Odasaku is actually the reason I turned to the Agency," Dazai suddenly shrugged, the usual playful inflection somewhat returning to his words. "When he died, I made a promise to him, and that's how I've kept it."
You knew he was being intentionally vague, but whether it was because he'd rather not elaborate or because he thought you wouldn't understand, you weren't sure.
"You were with him when he died?"
"He was killed by the leader of an opposing organisation." Dazai bitterly answered. "And I found him right before he died. He asked me to...he told me to make a promise and I don't want to break it."
"...I know this is kind of a dumb truism, but I think he's proud of you, Osamu," you said, leaning your head onto his shoulder. "I think that he'd be glad to see that you've kept the promise- whatever it is, I mean."
"Mm," Dazai nodded once, slowly. You weren't certain that he'd absorbed the words as you'd intended.
"I'd have liked to meet him. Do you think we'd have gotten along?"
"...yeah, I think...I think he'd have liked you." For the first time since arriving at Oda's grave, Dazai smiled. It was a small, sombre smile, but it was vastly better than his empty expression from moments ago. "In some ways, you remind me of him."
"Oh? How so?"
"Well, for one, he was never so enthusiastic about my interest in suicide." Dazai said this like it was a tedious inconvenience, but in his eyes it honestly probably was.
"He sounds like a sensible person," you told Dazai.
"He was pretty sensible, actually. He adopted some kids who were orphaned as a result of the Dragon Head Conflict."
"...the what?"
"You might not have been in Yokohama at the time- I'll explain it all later. Anyway, it was pretty gruesome, and a lot of people were slaughtered. Odasaku saved some of the children who were victims and helped raise them."
"That's so sweet. How are they now?" You asked.
A moment of silence passed.
"They were all killed, not long before Odasaku was."
You wondered if Dazai's past could possibly get any more tragic, before dismissing the thought. Absolutely, it could. Meeting Oda Sakunosuke was likely barely scratching the surface, but you felt that you were ready to learn everything about Dazai's story: even the more unpleasant aspects.
"That's awful...children being wrapped up in all this? That's sickening." You heaved, voice almost cracking. "I can't believe that you- and he...I'm sorry, Osamu. I wish I could have been there for you."
"...when he died, I think I was kind of mad at him, because at the time I felt like he was leaving me behind. I'm still here because of him, though, and for a long time it felt...almost pointless. Nobody was ever as important to me as he was until..." Dazai stopped himself, before drawing a silent breath. "Until I met you."
Something shifted within you, and you felt tears burn the lines of your eyes.
"Without Odasaku, I might not have met you. And I'd hate to think about how my life would be if that were the case." Dazai wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close, kissing the crown of your head. "I don't want to lose you, too."
You cast your misty eyes to the headstone, feeling almost as if it were staring right back at you. You gripped Dazai's coat as you hugged his torso.
"I don't wanna lose you either," you said, finally letting your tears spill down your face. The breeze whistled in your ear. "I don't know how I'd...I couldn't do it. Please, don't leave..."
"Of course I won't," he responded softly. "I'll always be there for you, my love."
Dazai eyed the name carved into the headstone once more as you quietly sobbed into his chest. His jaw tensed as his other arm enveloped your waist, pressing your smaller body to his. It almost felt to him as if he weren't just promising his love to you, but to Oda as well. He would do for you now what he couldn't do for him then, and this time he'd do anything to guarantee it.
i deadass can't remember if Oda's grave is atop a hill near the sea 💀 sorry if that's inaccurate. uhh just pretend for my sake pls. also i don't mean to make it seem like it was Dazai's fault Oda died? i just think in Dazai's mind that's probably how he feels to an extent. idk love you bye x
#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs x reader#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#dazai x reader#bsd angst#bsd oda#oda sakunosuke#x reader#bsd fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic
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All the flowers
Theme: The boys present you with a bouquet, but it seems that there is a meaning behind the flowers
Characters: Atsushi, Kunikida, Akutagawa, Dazai, Poe, Chuuya
read this while listening to ''Soledad y el Mar'' by Natalia Lafourcade PLEASE
note: Fluff + angst
Atsushi:
Sunflower - Pure thoughts, worship
For someone who has suffered their whole life, the only desire is acceptance, love, being able to give and receive immaculate kisses. It is to rest in the arms of peace, of the angel of salvation , which for Atsushi is your arms.
Kunikida:
Malva - Consumed by love
A man with the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days, the whole life planned with which he diligently fulfills. But suddenly something consumed him in a drastic way, disorganizing his entire mind, his entire body. That something is you.
Akutagawa:
Rain Lily - I love you back
Love for him was a silly thing, a symbol of weakness; he played tough and believed that no one would melt his heart of ice but then, you showed up. Even so, Akutagawa finds it difficult to say the extent of his love. So he prays to heaven that you understand with this flower.
Dazai:
Diphylleia - I will show my true self to you
Many people think that he would give you red roses that he gives to any woman. But no, for someone that Dazai really loves, that he really trusts, he wants to put his feelings and secrets in his hands and give them to you, hoping that at least you will stay.
Poe:
Primula Veris - you are my muse
A mystery writer always leaves meaning behind everything, doesn't he? Each word, each shy look, each gesture is a clue to unlock the mysteries of the heart of the dear poet in love with his muse
Chuuya:
Nemophila - you are my only one, happiness
Loyalty, the word that sums it up entirely. From the moment their bodies met he swore allegiance, kneeling down, placing his hat on his chest and placing you above all. ''Your most devotee partner"
Oda:
Lobularia marítima - immortal love
A quiet but kind and caring man. He gave you this flower the day before he died. It wasn't a coincidence… he knew what was going on… but his message was given
#bungou stray dogs#bsd x reader#kunikida x reader#dazai x reader#poe x reader#chuuya x reader#oda x reader#oda sakunosuke#Dazai osamu#akutagawa x reader#atsushi x reader#Benni#angst#fluff
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