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solarianvoidthearoace · 4 years

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Through the Madness and Chaos, Would You Fall…

It was a single movement with which Dazai evaded Atsushi’s attack and reached Chuuya. He turned underneath the extended mauler of the Beast Beneath the Moonlight and wrapped his arm around Chuuya the next heartbeat.

Pressing the redhead to his chest Dazai slid his fingers underneath that ridiculous suit-bolero-combination the mafioso wore. As soon as skin hit skin Chuuya slumped against him.

And Atsushi attacked anew.

A sliding step backwards, he let Chuuya drop onto him, dragged the pliant mass with himself. Evading Atsushi’s attacks was effortless, not just because Dazai had managed to do so from the very beginning but also because every refinement of Atsushi’s attacks he had learned from no other than Dazai.

Almost like a dance he pulled Chuuya with him, turned them this way and that, always outside the range of white tiger maulers.

Concentrating on Atsushi, it was at the fringes of his attention Dazai noticed the wall of the warehouse being sliced down.

Demon Snow.

Demonic as well was Dazai’s smirk, while he let himself and Chuuya drop out of Atsushi’s way once more. The tiger had recognised the demonic ghost while Dazai used a simple sidestep and twirl to focus back onto the matter at hand. Chuuya still pressed to his chest and side.

The matter, person of interest more like it, stood smirking at the other end of the warehouse and admired Atsushi’s raw brutality. The ability of this particular Gifted was to cause others’ abilities to rampage. And that was exactly what was happening to Atsushi and Kyouka at the moment. Chuuya’s presence posed the problem.

Was imponderable.

But with how the mafioso lay unconscious in Dazai’s arm his partner had to expect the worst. This ability could even influence Arahabaki and cause him to rampage.

That wasn’t something Dazai could allow to happen, no matter his orders. He wasn’t a soldier. He was not even a good person.

When he gave a sharp whistle the person of interest finally looked up from the spectacle of chaos he had caused, looking at Dazai.

Into the barrel of Dazai’s gun. And the old, dark eyes behind it.

The crazed laughter fell silent even before Dazai pulled the trigger. Pressing Chuuya to himself with his left he used his right to execute his target.

One Shot. One Bullet. Efficiency.

Between the eyes, of course.

It seemed like time freeze how the lifeless body fell backwards and hit the ground.

Silence. The Beast Beneath the Moonlight and Demon Snow collided once more before falling apart. Left were Atsushi and Kyouka, who both fell to the floor.

Dazai’s arm still raised he felt Chuuya finally shifting against him. Reluctantly he lowered his hand to Chuuya’s waist so the other could move his head freely and raise it from Dazai’s shoulder. The silence stretched, until…

„Osamu…“, a quiet whisper.

„DAZAI!“. a startled yelp.

His expression was still cold, eyes blank, as he dropped the gun and turned to Chuuya - and Atsushi further behind the mafioso.

„Dazai, what happened?“, Chuuya sounds collected if cautious. It was glaringly obvious he put lots of effort into not sounding judgmental. Sighing Dazai gestured at the still-warm corpse,

„You see what happened.“ Atsushi had meanwhile helped Kyouka zoo her feet, allowing her to overlook the situation as well.

„Dazai-san…“, she sounded wary but far from surprised. Why should she? Everyone here knew of Dazai’s past. Who he had been.

„I only see the result, not what went down. So?“, Chuuya shoved Dazai away, digging his fingers into the beige trench coat.

„The file was correct, this person made abilities go haywire“, Dazai spared Kyouka and Atsushi a side-eyed glance,

„And I had to keep the most dangerous person in this room still. I’m a better shot with my pistol, compared to you knives, hat rack.“ He nonchalantly shrugged and turned to walk away,

„Let’s get going. The Mafia can clean up.“ He barely put forth the effort to duck, simply falling into a crouch. The next heartbeat Chuuya didn’t stand where he had been behind him, instead he was in front of Dazai, his knee where Dazai’s ribs had been.

„You fucking waste of bandages!“, the mafioso grabbed his lapels and dragged him upward until they were chest to chest. Chuuya growled.

As Dazai motioned for his fellow detectives to get away they actually scurried to get out of the hole Demon Snow had wrecked the wall with.

As soon as Chuuya was certain even Atsushi’s heightened tiger hearing wouldn’t pick up on it, he whispered,

„How are you?“, he loosened his rip and put his hand on Dazai’s shoulder instead. The detective merely shrugged. „Don’t you bullshit me. You killed someone for the first time in years, how are you?“, Chuuya tightened his grip.

„Fine“, Dazai sounded flat,

„It doesn’t bother me. It was… refreshing to once again…“, he smiled at Chuuya, his eyes carrying a far-away expression.

The slap across the face was deserved, they both knew. And it resounded in the sparse concrete building.

„That isn’t you anymore, Osamu!“, Chuuya actually snarled at him, gripping his lapels once again,

„You’re better than that, now! You only did that to save all our asses and Yokohama!“

Roughly yanking Dazai forward once more Chuuya let their lips collide.

„Thanks“, with that he let go of the brunette entirely and turned from him. Dazai’s expression gave way to a sardonically smirk,

„That’s what you call expressing gratitude?“ He almost saw Chuuya’s pulsing vein, even before the man turned toward him and threw him his gun back.

„Thanks to a certain Bastard in Bandages I get to clean up this mess here“, his tone lacking actual aggression. Sighing Chuuya lifted his hat to cart through his hair,

„I’ll see you…“, he looked into Dazai’s eyes again.

„Later“, with that the brunette threw a key into the air, just to catch it again and show it off to Chuuya.

„I hate you, now piss off“, with that Chuuya pulled out his phone.

Before Dazai managed to leave the warehouse he heard another yell,

„Don’t you DARE sully my carpet! Fucking change beforehand!“

And he knew… they would have to talk about what went down today. But Dazai also knew he was well looked after.

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dapper-ships-herself · 4 years

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Birthday gifts

Happy birthday, Dazai, my love!

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Gillian lay in her bed, blanket fallen half way down her back as she propped herself on her elbows to stare at the sleeping face of her boyfriend. The day was new and the sunlight peeking through the curtains cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting each feature in ethereal beauty; from his slightly parted lips to his loose strands of fluffy, brown hair sticking out around him. She loved him. She always knew that fact; Osamu Dazai had her completely and utterly in his thrall, in love in a way she'd never been before and never even thought possible. She could talk for days upon days upon eternity about the ways that she loves him, and it was in the soft, quiet moments like these that she had to sit and reflect that all those reasons really danced about the surface of her thoughts.

She reached over and brushed a piece of hair away from his cheek, lightly caressing his skin with her finger tips as she did so. He stayed perfectly asleep, and she smiled at how unburdened and adorable he looked like this. Gillian leaned and oh so delicately placed a kiss on his cheek, and then another when he still stayed asleep, chest falling and rising evenly. She trailed feather light kisses on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, all along his face. Still though, despite being normally a pretty light sleeper, his chest stayed falling and rising in even, sleepy breaths, seemingly still fast asleep.

She huffed, but there was no mistaking the fondness written clearly all across her face. "Come on, lazy, wakey wakey. If kisses are too gentle, then I can always give you a good pinch to wake you up." She grabbed his cheek with two fingers, ready to pull at it; but before she could, two arms quick as a whip, despite their owners apparent sluggishness, wrapped around her and pulled her flush against Dazai.

"No pinching, please~ I like your kisses so much better~" He spoke with his face pressed to her hair. One hand held onto her shoulder, while the other day securely on her waist.

"I knew it, you were already awake." She jabbed him in the shoulder.

"Ouch. Of course I'm awake; I could feel the delicate gaze of an angel upon me~" He kissed her hair, running his thumb down and up along her shoulder.

"Well, this angel has been trying to get you to stop playing sleeping beauty and get you to wake up because it's a very important day today."

"Oh? And what day would that be?" He shifted to press light, sweet kisses along down to her neck, where he buried his nose in the crook between her neck and shoulder.

"June 19th ring any bells?"

"Hmmm, nope. Can't say that it does." He smiled into her skin.

"Really? And here this whole time I thought you were such a genius, but looks like you're a dumb ass after all."

"Hey! That's no way to talk to the birthday boy!"

"Aha!" She propped herself up to hover above him. "So you do remember~"

He put his hands up by his head. "You caught me, you caught me!" He laughed, eyes closed. When he opened them again, he gazed up at her with such love and fondness that matched her own.

She hummed, an adoring smile also on her own face. She pinched his nose in playful revenge before lowering to finally kiss his lips. "Happy birthday, Osamu, my love~"

His hands came up to tenderly hold her, a hand on her hair and her side, as he brought her into another kiss. "Thank you, Gillian, my darling~"

When they broke their kiss, Gillian lay on top of him, idly playing with and twirling his hair. "So, anything in particular you want to do today? It's all up to you; you can pull me along on whatever craziness you want today." She teased.

"Hm, tempting, but," Dazai's hands caressed along Gillian's sides, down and up. "I think what I'd much rather do today is spend the morning pretending the rest of the world isn't out there while I lay in bed with my beautiful girlfriend," he leaned up to kiss her to punctuate his statement. "and we can save the crazy for later in the day."

"As the birthday boy commands~" She snuggled up into his chest, his warmth surrounding her and his arms holding her perfectly secure in his embrace. "You're so lucky I love you; the sacrifices I make for you for today~"

She felt his laugh jostle her. "Yes, the things you do for love. I'm the luckiest man ever, to have a girlfriend as generous as you, my Gillian."

"Damn straight."

The sun's glow continued to stream into the room, and the couple continued to enjoy each other's embrace well into the day.

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True to Dazai's wish, he and Gillian spent most of the day simply enjoying each other's company; sometimes talking, over times sitting and relishing in the fact that the two of them have each other. They did venture out into the city, but only to go to the park for a shirt while to feel the grass under them and look out over the waves while they are their lunch. Yokohama is a truly great city that they both care for deeply, but hanging around too much outside tends to get them both wrapped up into some trouble or another, and on this day they both agreed that trouble was what they wanted to stay away from. And on that, fate decided to be merciful; peaceful sunshine and gentle, salty breezes were all that came to greet them.

They returned home before the sun set, where they watched movies and joked and teased, laughing and poking, and doing a fair bit more kissing and holding each other as well. Finally, it came time for dinner. Gillian insisted he sit while she cooked, coming out with a crab dish that she knew he loved.

She clapped her hands as soon as they both finished. "Okay; now it's time for cake and your present!" She stood up, giving Dazai a quick boop on the nose before collecting both of their plates and taking them to the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a homemade cake encircled by lit candles. She set the cake on the table in front of him, sitting and wrapping her arms around him while she sang happy birthday to him, kissing his cheek when he blew out the candle. "Happy birthday, love~ What did you wish for?"

"You know as well as I do that that's supposed to be secret." He looked down at her, one arm slung around her.

"Lame, you can tell me."

"Let me think... Hm, nope!" He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Hmph, really making me rethink giving you this present." She pulled out the carefully wrapped box from her pocket, kept there because she knew for certain he would sneak a peak unless she kept it on her person. She stood up from the table and walked a few steps away, crossing her arms.

"Awe, belladonna please!" He approached her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, leaning to rest his chin on her shoulder. "I'm sorry~ Please may I see my gift? I'm really curious to know what you got me."

She glanced at him. "How about you guess."

"Playing hard to get on my birthday of all days? Alright. Silk bandages to replace my usual ones?"

She snorted. "Definitely not, take another guess."

"A signed copy of the complete suicide manual?"

"Nope, anymore guesses?"

"What about... A solid gold, life sized statue of yours truly!"

She giggled and reached back to smack his arm lightly with the box before waving it in front of him. "You can see how big this box is, can't you? Hurry up and open it already, enough guessing."

Dazai took took the box from Gillian, and she turned to face him while he opened it, undoing the ribbon and ripping the wrapping paper. He revealed a long, flat box that he took the lid from to reveal a necklace; a purple crystal sat lodged securely in it's center, Serch Bythol craved into the crystal.

"Do you know what the Serch Bythol means, Dazai?" Gillian asked.

"Can't say that I do." He said, running his fingers gently over it's surface.

"It is a Celtic symbol," She grabbed the necklace and walked behind Dazai, unclasping it and reaching up to secure it around him. "it symbolizes everlasting love; the two three cornered knots, each representing the three aspects of a person, coming together to symbolize two people joined forever in love." She came back around to hold the pendant in her hand. "I know you're not as into jewelry as I am, but you gave me a beautiful necklace not long ago," she reaches up with her other hand to touch the necklace sitting under her shirt. "and I couldn't get you out of my mind when I saw this. Plus, look at this feature." She presses a button on the necklaces side, and it open to reveal that it's actually a locket, a picture of her and a picture of Dazai already nestled inside. "Now, no matter what, not only am I always with you, but we're always together. Do you like it?"

"Like it?" He tilted her face up towards his. "I absolutely love it." He kissed first her forehead, then both cheeks, and then her lips. "You're the only person to put so much thought into a gift for me."

"Well, I'd be a pretty shitty girlfriend if I only gave you some random bullshit."

He chuckled. "I'd be happy with anything so long as it came from you." He kissed her again, a light peck. "Now, speaking of gifts, I know it's untraditional, but I have something for you too."

She blinked. "But, it's your birthday, not mine."

He held up a hand. "I already said I know it's untraditional."

"Dazai-"

"Ah ah ah." He put his hand to her lips. "It would make the birthday boy so very happy if you would at least see what it is~"

She rolled her eyes, but made a "go on" motion with her hand.

He grinned, stepping back and sliding his hand from her mouth to her hand, lacing their fingers together.

"Gillian, you are the unequivocal love of my life. Once upon a time, I thought I would know nothing but darkness, that my life was already lost to a meaningless existence. I craved nothing more than to throw myself to bloodshed to try and fill the void within myself until I finally found relief. There've been multiple factors leading me away from that thinking, and you have been one of the most powerful. Everyday, from the moment we first met, you fill my life with more and more light, coloring the dreary monotone. You know what I've done, the pain I've caused and the evil I've spread, and you still see hope within me. I look at you, who's brave enough to hold these blood stained hands and still call them home, and I know that not only do I want to be a better man, I need to be a better man as to not disapoint your expectations. I love you so much, I want to hold you close forever, remind you every day how special you are to me, to kiss you and hold you every opportunity I get, always and forever. I promise to make you feel safe and loved and happier than anybody anywhere, if you will please stay with me; notsimply as my girlfriend, but as my wife." Dazai gets on one knee then, smoothly pulling a little box out of his pocket and popping it open to reveal the most beautiful opal inlaid ring Gillian has ever seen. "Gillian, will you marry me?"

She'd already started crying half way through his speech, maybe not even halfway; tears rolled along her face the moment she realized where this was going. She couldn't even respond at first, all words caught within her in a jumbled blend of emotion. She goes to her knees to be level with him, still clutching his hand tightly, so warm and so secure. Her free hand cups his cheek, and she replies. "Of course, of course I will be your wife. You're my love, my darling Dazai, I never want to be apart from you. The emotions you give me, I need life times upon life times to be able to describe them all to you, so I am more than happy to start with this one. I love you, Osamu Dazai, as you love me, and I always will."

They kissed, deep and passionate feelings flowing between each other. Without separating, Dazai slipped the engagement ring onto Gillian's finger.

This is only the events of one birthday, but there will be many more for the happy couple, Gillian and Osamu, Mr. and Mrs. Dazai, to be with each other, happily and forever in love.

#dazian #self ship #selfship #self ship writing #self ship wedding #self ship community #THAT'S RIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS!#DAZAI AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED TO EACH OTHER #happy birthday my love~

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osamuchuu · 4 years

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Hello!! Sorry this took so long, anon, I hope you enjoy it!!! Hit the read more for the full thing. ^-^

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The mission was currently shaping up to be a supreme success, which to Chuuya, meant something horrible was about to happen.

Dazai was at the front desk checking them into whatever hellhole they were meant to stay in that evening to keep up their current cover, all smiles and charm and flirtatious looks until he finally grabbed their keycards and turned towards Chuuya.

“Fifth floor, Slug.” Dazai’s expression slid into that unsettling, flat thing again as he handed Chuuya the keycard. The emptiness in his partner’s eyes wasn’t helping and Chuuya still couldn’t shake the sense of unease even as the elevator doors closed around them.

“I’m just saying I think we should double back and make sure they’re all really dead. That one guy I got on the second floor...” He reopened the argument they were having before arriving at the hotel.

“Slug’s knife went through his chest, and then came out the other side...” Dazai’s lips twitched upward with the recollection. He still loved gore, even two years into his mafia tenure, though it no longer made him grin or giggle.

“I’m fucking telling you, I have a feeling-“ Chuuya argued back.

“Oh~? Chibi has a feeling? Why didn’t he tell me before!? We should definitely risk blowing our cover and double back into an active crime scene because Chibi has a feeling! Maybe I’ll even get to die! I’m sold!” Dazai’s animated tone paired violently with his flat expression.

“Fuck you!” Everything about this mission felt wrong to Chuuya now.

“What an intelligent riposte~!” Dazai mocked.

“I’m telling you I think we need to go bac-”

“We don’t, now shut up.” Dazai crowded into his space, cutting him off. Hot breath crept across Chuuya’s neck as Dazai leaned in to whisper at the corner of his mouth, tracing his tongue lightly over his bottom lip. The Mackerel spoke again in a tone that was low, and cruel. “Be a good dog. Sit. Stay.”

The elevator doors opened just in time for Dazai to fly out of it ass first as Chuuya’s punch sent him careening into the opposite wall.

He walked past Dazai, who was whining and crying dramatically as he dug himself out of a hole in the wall.

Chuuya swiped the keycard at the door to room 511 and closed it just as he saw Dazai stumble around the corner, sliding the safety deadlock into place and turning the television up over Dazai’s whines.

He lay on the bed and shut his eyes for a few minutes, but Chuuya knew it was only so long before Dazai would decide to just shoot the fucking door in. Sure enough, he opened the door to find Dazai in the process of loading his gun.

“Get inside, shithead.”

“Oh, has Chibi given up his plan to go back out tonight~?” Dazai put his gun down on the hall counter, locking the door as he entered.

“No.” Chuuya replied, aggravation settling comfortably back into his tone.

Dazai moved into the space gracefully, throwing his coat on the bed nearest the window before turning to face Chuuya in the area between the two beds, smirking.

“Will you accept my logic and recognize that your feelings are just meaningless, amateur anxieties?”

“No.” Chuuya glared up at the bandaged asshole.

“Well, will you listen to me because, technically, I’m your superior?”

“Fuck no.”

“Chibi is so hard to control~” Dazai sighed.

“Yes, and you’re easy.”

“I am?” Dazai blinked down at Chuuya, suddenly all innocent curiosity.

Chuuya reached upward, sliding his fingers around Dazai’s nape and stroking his thumb along that stupidly sharp jawline. Dazai’s breath caught and Chuuya watched him struggle not to lean into the caress.

Dazai’s eyes fell shut to hide their softening, but that was its own admission of defeat.

“Now who’s the amateur, shitty Dazai?”

Chuuya knew he would pay for that comment, be it through a simple inconvenience like Dazai ditching him in the middle of a mission, or some more elaborate, calculated trauma. He would suffer for it, and so he let Dazai suffer now, under his touch.

It was amazing, how much it hurt the Demon Prodigy to be touched. It made Chuuya feel in control, for a little while anyway, before Dazai would rip it back and they’d start up a new cycle with higher stakes. Always higher.

If this partnership went on much longer, all of Yokohama might bend beneath their shadows.

“Chuuya...” Dazai broke along with his voice, finally leaning into the touch.

Now he knew Dazai’s revenge would be cruel, this flavor of open vulnerability was never without price; so Chuuya became crueler still, and touched the other more gently.

“Shut up.” Chuuya pulled his partner down by the tie, reveling in the silent shudder that went through Dazai’s frame as Chuuya stroked his fingers through the other’s hair, mouth sucking at his adam’s apple.

Fucking amateur.

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