#dazai osamu imagines

[pillow-anime-talk]

Hello! May i request 11 with Dazai and Chuuya (she/her pronouns please)

# tags: scenario; friendship; a bit of fluff; but also kind of drama and angst; love triangle; one sided love; friendzoned; study!au; reader has no idea; sfw

includes: female reader ft. osamu dazai & chuuya nakahara {bsd}

author’s note: nooo :( poor chuuya and dazai :(((

11. “I– I like both of you…”

Chuuya – even though he didn’t have to – picked you up from your university every day, feeling obliged to make sure you returned safely to your small, two-room flat near the city center. You were studying and in your third year in your chosen field; you were also in the process of writing a thesis that would be the culmination of your whole work. Your close friend was really caring, although you tried to explain to him that you didn’t need a bodyguard at all.

But then the thought popped into your head that Chuuya was doing this on purpose to invite himself to your apartment for dinner, and while it wasn’t entirely true in the young man’s eyes, that was how you tried to explain it, giggling to yourself.

Very often, halfway or at the end, right next to the entrance to your tenement house, Osamu was waiting for you, smiling from ear to ear – your second dear friend and at the same time your former-but-regular-customer who often left you tips when you were working in a cafe as a cashier. Even though his tips were never huge, talking to him and his friendly expression always brightened your mood, even on the gloomiest and rainiest of days.

You met a red-haired man with a hat on his head one night when you were returning from a meeting with your friends from university; you drank one beer with raspberry juice and walked home late at night – on the way to the tenement house, you accidentally bumped into an older and incredibly aggressive man who immediately raised his voice at you, insulting you and ridiculing your way of being. Paralyzed, you didn’t know what to do: apologize, run away, answer rudely that he wasn’t looking ahead...? But instead, you slowly stepped back, and as he tried to grab your wrist, he was immediately pushed back, and your body was covered by the shadow of a young boy with long, fox-like hair. Your rescuer introduced himself to you by his full name and then offered to walk you home. You hesitantly agreed to this, and perhaps this moment caused Chuuya to this day to be very worried about you and your night returns – first from work during the summer, and then from university.

“... Dazai.” Your companion muttered, and the taller man just chuckled.

“Hello, Y/N.” As befits a gentleman, your other male friend took your hand in his much warmer one and then placed a short, yet tender kiss on your skin. You greeted the twenty-two-year-old, inviting him over for tea. It was just the perfect time to sit at the table, eat some sweets and drink something warm, especially since the weather outside was looking more and more like real autumn.

While climbing the stairs and opening the bright door to your place, the two men behind your back kept teasing each other with glances and gestures.

Neither Osamu, whom you charmed during your first meeting in the cafe when you painted a tiny daisy on his coffee, nor Chuuya, who you thanked for saving – probably – your life and gave him a charming paper bag full of handmade and decorated cookies, didn’t like sharing you with each other.

They both thought that your relation was much stronger and more honest than the other one – after all with Chuuya you talked about studies, cooking, wine and music. With him that you occasionally went out for a drink or to the club, had fun on the dance floor and then took a taxi back to your or his apartment, laughing a lot. However, the brown-haired detective had a different opinion. Maybe because with Osamu you had amazing adventures when he took you to the shooting range and when he helped you decorate your smol nest, while having an incredible understanding of colors and types of wood?

With one you felt incredibly safe, while the other was your cure for every, even the smallest, mental ailment. You had known each other for over two years and at that moment you really couldn’t imagine your life without this crazy boy who got drunk very quickly, or without this idiot who constantly said something about suicide and his other friends.

Seeing them with ‘their’ cups in their hands and hearing their compliments on the cupcakes you baked the day before made you feel really happy. So you quickly got up from the table and excused yourself for a moment, going to the second, very tiny room, which only contained your bed and a tiny nightstand with a lamp.

In the drawer there were two tiny packages. You grabbed them in your hands and returned to the two men who were looking at each other with hostility in their eyes.

“Umm…” You hesitantly walked towards them, holding out both of your hands. The blue bundle went to the taller man, and the green one to the slightly shorter one. “You know perfectly well how much you mean to me.” You started more confidently, trying to smile softly. “I– I like both of you…” You breathed a sigh of relief as you said the words, then blinked your eyes, trying not to get emotional. “You are equally valuable to me, although I have a slightly different relation with each of you and we support each other in completely different ways. It’s just a little thing in gratitude for everything you have done and are doing for me. Both of you. As my best friends.”

In a way, both Osamu and Chuuya were extremely happy knowing that they were so damn important to you, and the key chains in the little boxes only made them more confident of what an amazing girl, friend, soulmate you were to them. One showed an adorable, gray octopus with a huge smile and round eyes, while the other showed a chick with yellow plumage and a laughing expression. This gift really gave them a lot of joy.

On the other hand, calling them ‘friends’ and putting them on equal terms was very insulting to them. Because they were both in love with you, they couldn’t stand the thought that you would never look at them as anything other than colleagues, acquaintances or buddies. Chuuya wanted to drink wine with you on your anniversaries and other important dates, while Dazai wanted to take your hand and steal a kiss on your lips, not on the skin of your fingers.

Nevertheless, they thanked you for the gifts, and you accepted their thanks with a smile, repeating once again that they were really important to you and you were really happy that your fates were connected.

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[amaya-writes]

hello! may i please request (for the event)

soulmate!au dazai x reader where port!mafia reader (who used to know dazai when he was an executive) and dazai abruptly realises that theyre soulmates.

it's a first-words-on-wrist-type soulmate marker, except reader refused to verbally communicate with dazai when he was in the mafia, because the reader realised long ago that dazai was their soulmate (and to not seem suspicious, they stopped talking to everybody else as well). however, after dazai left, reader began to talk again and gets on well with the other executives and black lizard.

except reader slips up, says the first words, there's a flash of silver on dazai and reader's wrist and they are very obviously soulmates.

all of this, of course, happens at a neutral meeting between almost all the high ranking mafia personnel (executives, black lizard and higuchi and akutagawa), and all of the armed detective agency.

and then reader up and bolts whilst dazai is left shocked.

sorry for the long request, have a nice day!

Event Masterlist About The Event

Notes: hi! thank you for being the first one to request for this event! and this post is sort of long (since the req was pretty specific) so I hope you don't mind.

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Dazai Osamu, mentions other characters from the anime

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Dazai was always damned to end up alone.

The confession was a hard pill to swallow, especially in a world full of soulmates, but it was something he had learned to live with over the years.

If anything, it seemed kind of poetic to think about. Of course, the weird man obsessed with death wouldn't be worthy of having his soul intertwined with another's.

There was a time when Dazai had yearned for a soulmate to call his, claiming that would be the true meaning of his life; something that would finally make him stay and consider living rather than surviving

From Oda to Chuuya, there had always been one person or the other who Dazai had considered his soulmate. Someone who he would secretly mull over at 2am as he wondered how the first thing they said to him hadn't been imprinted on the inside of his left wrist yet.

But over time those thoughts had been swapped out with bittersweet realizations of his fate, and Dazai had come to accept the lack of a soulmate in his life.

In fact, he felt that he didn't even need one. Because the people around him were seemingly enough.

Even if they were currently fighting over yet another invasion scheme to destroy their beloved city.

"The agency needs to stay out of this while we arrange-"

"And if we don't?"

Dazai could tell his words caused a ripple of distress across the room and had anticipated the round of angry whispers that followed, however, what he hadn't been prepared for was the unfamiliar voice that broke through the crowd of murmurs.

"I will not let our home burn just because of some petty dispute!"

Dazai could see the horror on your face as you realized what you had said, or rather, who you had said them to, but no amount of regret could undo the flash of silver light glinting over Dazai's left wrist as your sudden outburst was imprinted on him.

For a moment, the room remained dead silent as the brunette detective frantically looked between his wrist and your face.

But then your shock faded and a horrified gasp left your lips as you abandoned your seat and raced towards the door behind you, the rhythmic thud of your footsteps snapping Dazai out of his reverie.

Maybe he wasn't so damned after all.

The development was as bitter as it was sweet, for it was accompanied by a realization Dazai would rather not face.

You knew.

You knew and yet you chose to hide from him; hide from your fate. It was understandable, after all, who would want to be with the very man who dragged them into a mafia at an age where you were foolish enough to fall into Mori's line of sight?

But that didn't make his situation any better. If anything, it only worsened the pit of unease in Dazai's stomach.

"Go."

Fukuzawa's voice had never sounded as solemn yet encouraging at that moment, his tone a testament to the realization everyone had come to.

"Don't you at least want to know why?"

Mori's words were all it took for him to leap out of the chair he had been occupying for the greater part of that afternoon and hurriedly race out the door as he chased after the fleeting glimpses of your long black coat.

You had your reasons, and Dazai couldn't quite blame you for them. After all, who would want to be fated to someone who had spent all his life living for death?

But perhaps, it was finally time he learned how to use his heart for another rather than trying to stop it.

Dazai just hoped you would be willing to give him a chance.

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[valyrou]

Hi!! Could I request dazai with a weird person? (Ik it's not the term, maybe artistic, maybe something else, weird is the only global term which isn't that wrong). Basically they're extremely drawn by art, notice the most niche and least noticeable things and 'it makes sense in my head sorry' is their daily sentence which leads them to feel alone and not understood. Like this with dazai would be interesting I think (like the dynamic, i cant go on bc its starting to get so long but the whole 'dont feel like a proper human being too' ahhh i cant put the right words). There again- I'm sorry it makes sense for me-

Anyway have a good day and sorry <33

A/n: Hello Anon!! Of course I can do that!! I am working on multiple requests at once, kinda overworking myself with studies and work and on top of that I have finals soon and I should study a bit more.. ANYWAYS I related to this a little too much so I think I know what you mean by „weird person that can’t really describe what they think“ kinda stuff. But this isn’t about me so I HOPE YOU ENJOYYY

Warnings: to lazy to read over this rn so not proof read at all.. ALSO INSPIRED BY „no longer human“ by osamu Dazai lol?? Don’t know why but here we are :) reader doesn’t have a gender aswell, so GN reader

Dazai x Misunderstood! Reader

You couldn’t quite remember how you got to the art gallery with Dazai, but here you stood Infront of an magnificent piece of art. You could see how old it was by the cracks and discoloration, yet the way it was drawn, with such delicacy was as if it was drawn only a few minutes ago to you. The emotions and thought behind it, still visible to your eye. The way the eyes of that women were slightly casted down, the dark colored theme, the way the posture was drawn, everything seemed so right.

That was something everyone could see, yet even the way the clothes hung from her body made an important difference to the picture „Can you see her naked shoulder and the robe that almost seems to be put on lazily?“ you had begun your sentence, „it resembles her innocence and purity, no men could ever touch her..“ your voice got a little dreamier on the end. It took you some seconds to notice that’s Dazai didn’t respond. You immediately got embarrassed „it made sense in my head.. sorry“

You looked to your feet, cursing yourself out for saying such stupid things to him as if he could understand what you were thinking… if he could ever understand how you felt when the art practically screamed for you to tell its story, because you knew no one else could quite think like you. No one could. You were alone in this world that seemed to abandon you. Reject you from society as if you weren’t a human being. As if, the moment you shared a piece of your mind, you were no longer human..

You snapped out of your thoughts as you felt a soft hand on your shoulder „Yea, but also look at her hips, the way her robe curves there.“ he pointed subtly to were he meant, „she also seems tense, as if to say that she knew what the men around think of her.“ impressed you looked up to the tall brunette „You saw that?“ in response, Dazai only chuckled „Of course, you are not the only one that has a unique way to see and think.“ his hand gently squeezing your shoulder

„You are not alone. Not everyone might understand what you are trying to say, but I promise you there are always a hand full of people that do. Don’t push yourself down, see the ups of having a unique way to think, even if you can’t voice it.“ he shot you a cheerful smile and for the first time, you felt accepted. Accepted in this so shallow society you always had claimed not to be a part of.

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Oh my bad in that case g o y dazai and fyodor? Apologies for not reading it before

sfw alphabet prompts.

dazai osamu.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically? It’s both yes and no. It’s not that Dazai intentionally hurts you but he can be pretty clumsy so he’s definitely elbowed you in the nose during a date once or twice. He’s also accidentally stepped on the back of your shoe causing you to trip at least twice a week. But he’ll baby you afterwards so it’s okay! As for how gentle he is emotionally, it depends on the situation at hand, your current dynamic, and how close you are. If you aren’t that close than he’s pretty distant so he’s neither gentle nor harsh. He’s just there and so are you. If you are close, then yes he’s pretty gentle with you and pretty loving behind closed doors. He does enjoy bantering with you though. If you piss him off (god forbid), Dazai will be such an asshole to you, dear lord. He will give you the worst and most accurately pointed insults he can think of in the moment and it will sting so badly each time. But angering him is a rarity, like I’ve said before so there’s no need to worry about that. Otherwise, Dazai’s either just there or a total sweetheart.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Dazai’s the same as Mori and Fyodor in the way that he takes a long time to “fully” open up to you. He tells you small pieces of things over periods of time, like his time at his old job and things about him that aren’t commonly known. But he’ll never really open up in the total and complete sense. There will always be secrets he’ll keep from you, mostly relating to work and some of the worse things he’s done. Dazai doesn’t want you to know everything about him. Partially out of insecurity, partially because he doesn’t think the things he keeps secret are relevant for you to know. If that’s not your cup of tea, then Dazai is not for you unfortunately. Don’t push him too much to open up either, he’ll go ghost on you and you’ll never find a trace of him again.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Already did this prompt for Dazai! You can find it here.

fyodor dostoyevsky.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Fyodor is too weak to not be gentle with you physically. Respectfully, I could snap that man like a twig, and I’m 5’2 with no muscle mass. But anyways, he’s very gentle with his mannerisms towards you. He’s kind of old fashioned with the way he physically touches you. Often grabs your hand delicately and strokes your skin. Very slow and gentle when he hugs you too. He squeezes you like you’ll get crushed if he’s not careful. On the emotional side of things, Fyodor has less delicacy. He’s not straight up constantly verbally abusive but he isn’t afraid to be cruel either. If you’ve gotten on his bad side, usually through challenging his ego somehow, he’ll give you a verbal lashing like you’ve never had before and do it all in a calm demeanor. It’s scary as hell, especially cus he’s sooo good at giving you a condescending glare. He’s also good at making you cry and gaslighting you into seeming like you’re unreasonable and overly emotional. But that’s only if he’s annoyed at you. Fyodor’s pretty soft most of the time. He’s just a horrible boyfriend and a control freak when faced with any sort of challenge to his ego and authority.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Fyodor’s even more closed off than Dazai and even less willing to share information about himself, even if you guys are close. Fyodor will never be really vulnerable with you, partially out of his own will and partially because he just doesn’t know how to. He’ll tell you secrets and things that are in between the extremes of his deepest darkest secrets and the very obvious that’s plain to see by everyone around him but that’s as far as you can go. He fully expects you to be totally vulnerable around him though. Maybe not immediately and all at once, but he definitely gets you to open up to him fully, leaving no stone unturned. Fyodor’s a hypocrite like that.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Commitment issues and indecisiveness. Fyodor’s not horribly annoyed by it if it’s just someone else but if it’s a potential partner, it’s a huge turn off and something he actively avoids. Although, he doesn’t really look for people to date in general. But if he sees any type of disloyalty or flakiness, he’s dipping and you will never hear from or see him again.

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[ephemeral--dreams]

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Pining for Dazai

It strikes you like a blow, when you realize that feeling swirling inside of you whenever you're around Dazai is love. How could you possibly have let yourself fall for someone like that?

Pining uselessly for someone who barely looks at you, too busy chasing after girls or teasing others in the ADA to spare you a fraction of the attention you give him. You wonder, does he even notice the way you stare after him? The way your focus is drawn entirely to him every time he's in the room? No, of course he doesn't. Wouldn't he make fun of you for being too infatuated if he knew?

…It's pathetic. So you bury your feelings as much as you can and hope that eventually they'll fade away. What else can you do? God forbid you confess to him.

Nothing stops that sting whenever he starts flirting with people in front of you. But it's a familiar feeling by now, almost welcome. You've grown so used to the all-encompassing longing that it's a part of you.

What hurts more is the damn suicide attempts, though. Dazai does it so often that you should be accustomed to it, but that split second of fear whenever you wonder if he's actually succeeded this time…

Being around him while he's alive is awful. Your emotions are constantly in turmoil because of this stupid, stupid man. But living without him would be worse. You're content to pine forever, so long as he doesn't die too soon.

So you find yourself cleaning up after his latest failed attempt one day, being the unfortunate one to find him. You didn't dare ask where he'd managed to get poison of all things. It was Dazai, after all. All that mattered was that it was too weak to kill him… But certainly strong enough to leave him lying there in agony. You huffed out a sigh as you half-coaxed half-carried him to Yosano's office… Yosano, who was out. Fine. He could just lay on the cot here until she was back.

"You're just going to leave me here alone? I'm already suffering so much, you're so cruel-"

Unfortunately, you're incredibly weak to him, giving in and staying at his side. You love and hate being alone with him in equal measure, but at least he was paying attention to you for once.

"You're an idiot," you tell him, "A lot of people would be hurt if you actually died, you know."

"I didn't know you cared so much~ Oh! Is this a confession of your love? Doing it when I'm too pained to sweep you off your feet… Are you trying to torment me?"

"You're the one tormenting me," you mutter, because isn't he? Haven't you been tormented for months because of this man? And now he's teasing you, speaking as if he'd ever actually reciprocate-

"Am I?" He tilts his head. "It could stop at any time, just say the word. I would love to commit a double suicide with you-"

Something inside of you snaps, and before you can think better of your actions you're leaning in to kiss him. It may be the biggest mistake of your life, but who had the time to think of such things? It shut up his double suicide nonsense if nothing else.

For his part, he seems almost startled for a moment. (Maybe he really hadn't known how you felt…? A foolish thought, how could someone as smart as him be oblivious) But then he's reciprocating, lips moving against yours until things finally catch up to you and you pull away.

The seconds tick by as the two of you stare at each other. The silence is deafening as you wait for… Well, anything. For him to laugh off the kiss, to tell you it was a one time thing, that he wasn't serious…

But Dazai only smiles.

"So, I suppose we could put off the death until after we have a date or two-"

Oh, you're going to kill the bastard yourself.

(…Your heart suddenly feels lighter for the first time in months.)

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[layuhsblog]

"will you commit double suicide with me, belladonna?"

"dazai, that's the fifth time you've asked me that in the last two hours, did you think my answer will change?" he shrugged,

"i don't know, you seemed pretty frustrated with paperwork, so i asked."

you sighed because no matter how weird and maniacally suicidal he can get, you will still love him.

"should've never joined the agency with you." you grumbled.

"oh please, you'd die for me, admit it." you won't admit it cus he'll ask you to die with him again, but he was right.

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[theglitterypages]

I have an idea, just ignore this if you aren't accepting requests yet, but can you please do the "Secret Life of Gojo Satoru" but this one with Dazai Osamu ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ GSHAHHSHSH

OMG thanks for reminding me about this, I’ve been thinking of having Dazai for the next secret life series but I haven’t got the courage before so after receiving this I started writing right away. Thank you for this lovely idea! I hope you’ll enjoy reading!

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The Secret Life of Dazai Osamu 1

Errors Ahead!!

“Aside from the fact that Dazai-san was an ex Port Mafia executive, what do we know about him?” Atsushi asked Kunikida as they were out to run some errands for Yosano, and while they were walking though the busy streets, the teen decided to ask Kunikida things about his mentor.

The older man stayed silent for quite a while and it made Atsushi think that he probably won't answer or Kunikida didn't hear anything that he just said. Either of those two possibilities it only means that he should just shut up.

“Kid, if we know anything else you think we'd shut up about it? We've already given up digging up his past. The president doesn't care for he's not really the type to meddle with someone's life unless it's extremely needed.”

Atsushi nods his head and adjusted his grip on the paper bag that he's carrying and accepted the fact that he won't get any answers as to why there are times where Dazai Osamu is missing in action. Sometimes he would see him leave the office without any word and come back after a day or two. Whenever he asks the man if it's a mission, Dazai would just stare at him and talks about dumb things like how simple things found in the office could be a good tool for committing suicide.

Atsushi still surely hopes that his mentor is not really suicidal, that Dazai is just doing it because of his complex mind that cannot be understand by a mere human, it always feel like he's a step ahead, no he's steps ahead all the time.

The teenager just wishes that Dazai Osamu is not lonely and that he's not seriously trying to kill himself. Because Atsushi wants to help but it seems like the man is just above all and is untouchable when it comes to his personal thoughts and feelings.

Kunikida watches the teen in his peripheral vision, he knew that Atsushi is an empathetic kid but as much as he also wants to reach out and help Dazai if he is in trouble, the man won't let anyone in.

"Come on, we still need to pick up one package."

Atsushi follows closely until his eye caught something—someone familiar. His brows met as he watches the man he just saw, he can't be wrong, he can't mistook anyone else as—"Dazai-san?" He mumbled to himself unconsciously.

Kunikida looks at the teen and frowned when he realized what he just mumbled, “Why? Did you see him?” he asked Atsushi and the teen looked back at him with wide eyes before he nods his head.

“Where'd he go?”

“On that restaurant and he's holding a boquet of flowers...”

Kunikida already started thinking that Atsushi was just seeing things but when he looked at the restaurant that the teen pointed, he did see Dazai Osamu sitting at a table beside the window with a smile playing on his lips.

Atsushi was about to cross the street but Kunikida grabbed him by his collar. “If you want to spy on Dazai Osamu you gotta do better than that, kid. he's damn sharp as hell and the closer we stays, the sooner he sees or sense our presence.” Kunikida lectured, the younger boy narrowed his eyes as he realizes that Kunikida is just as curious as he is.

“I know what you're thinking, we'll just have to see what he's doing. We can't let him make a move on a case like what he did last time, his plans were always a gamble but he's a goddamn skilled gambler I give him that.”

Atsushi smiles a bit and watched Dazai from afar, his mentor seems different today and Atsushi would bet that he has seen Dazai Osamu smile in the time that he stayed in the Agency but those smiles were either mocking, insulting or scheming smiles yet the one that he's seeing here is a genuine one.

He looks like he's waiting for somebody. The two thought and before they could even voice out these thoughts, they saw a woman wearing a long dress came in to the restaurant and sat at the table where Dazai was sitting.

“How was work?”

“Awfully exhausting.”

Dazai smirks at you before leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips, “I missed you, love.” he whispers as he sat back down and you smiled at him teasingly as you reach out for his hand. “Hmm, I heard you gambled again. Would you tell me all about it? I heard you almost got labeled as a traitor for almost starting a war.” you stared into his eyes before squeezing his hand a little.

“I couldn't sleep a wink, 'Samu. I thought you died.” You sighed as tears threaten to fall and Dazai looked away, feeling guilty. As much as he loves you and he hates giving you trouble, he knows how his work could bother you when you both are away from each other.

Dazai reached out to cage your face in his hands as he stares directly into your eyes with loving and longing gaze. “I'm sorry for worrying you, my love. ” he whispered once more and you rolled your eyes as you held his hands that cups your face.

“Just try not to give me heart attacks, you didn't marry someone with a special ability, Dazai Osamu. This heart and body is fragile specially when it comes to you.”

“I'm not sorry that you married someone like me. But I apologize for worrying you to death and for not having enough time to spend with your husband.”

Dazai Osamu got used to people with different unique abilities, both his time in the Mafia and in the ADA, yet he never found someone so amusing that he felt himself fall for them or even got attracted.

That's why when he met you, he's skeptical as to why he fell in love with someone like you, now, he didn't mean it in a bad way, he just wondered why a man like him full of trouble and struggles fell in love with a loving, gentle and carefree soul?

He met you way back when he was trying to commit suicide, Dazai felt it, he felt that maybe he won't get interrupted this time but someone held his hand and when he opened his eyes, he thought he had seen the universe, the sky and the Earth. He saw his own reflection in your eyes, they were clear, focused and filled with fear as you held both his arms.

“I do not want to intrude but I can't stay still when someone is planning to kill himself in front of me.” You said as you dragged him far from the edge of the cliff, your breathing was heavy as you stared at him then, you were obviously scared judging how you were trembling.

You looked at the man standing beside you before your eyes went down on his arms, there were a lot of bandages wrapped around him and judging how he was about to jump into the abyss earlier, you know that he's been trying to kill himself.

“I don't know how much life has hurt you but if you surrender your life to your traumas and pain, it only meant that you let them win.”

Dazai Osamu stared at your whole, from bottom to top and he find himself mesmerized. Your shiny hair that looks like they would be as soft as silk, your pinkish lips, your beautiful eyes and long lashes, your nose, your cheeks and your brows, Dazai found himself wanting to memorize it all, afraid that he won't be seeing this beauty in front of him ever again.

---

“You're beautiful.”

You looked at the man beside you and shook your head, “I appreciate the compliment but I prefer compliments about my personality.” Dazai looked at you with a glint of amusement and pure curiousity in his eyes with a playful yet genuine smile playing on his lips.

“I thought all girls love being called beautiful.”

“Yeah, I love it too but there's something different when somebody praised you for other things than the physical appearance.”

Dazai was able to prove that you're not just beautiful from the outside, deep down you you're much more beautiful, he never thought he'd meet someone like you, an angel in disguise as others would have say.

--

“Do you know why I chose this job?”

“Because you've made a decision that it doesn't matter if you die or not, you have nothing to lose.” You told him as you treat the wounds he got from a recent mission, your brows furrowed with worry and Dazai couldn't help but smile at that, it's a first, having someone to genuinely worry about his safety, and his well-being.

“Odasaku told me that if there's not much difference between the good and bad side, I should be in the good one and save someone, the orphans those who need it.”

You stopped what you were doing and watch his face expressions, it's the first time that Dazai Osamu is talking about the said man, yet he mentions that Odasaku was the reason why he's on the law's side now. Dazai's eyes are lonely, dull, and blank but as he reminisced his past, with the friends he made when he was on the Mafia, there's that small hint of happiness and light in his eyes.

Even if it was just a tiny bit light in the darkness of his personality, you can now understand him, even if you don't know who he is entirely. He's as deep as the ocean and as mysterious as the endless universe yet you never stopped hoping that he will open his mind and let you see the bottom of the ocean and the entirety of his universe.

Dazai looked into your eyes and he sees nothing but light, a light that sparks a fire, the fire that intensified his longing to be kept, to feel safe, to feel loved and to feel understood no matter how chaotic his mind and soul is.

----

“Were you sure that you really want to die? That's why you're ready to take everything head on, no matter how risky and dangerous it is?”

“I am danger.” he answers with a smirk but you smiled at him sweetly as you shook your head. The times you spend with Dazai Osamu just made you realize how lost he is, he's just lost and alone perhaps this is why he wanted to die.

He had so many attempts, he drank different poisons but sometimes it turns out it wasn't the right poison or it wasn't a fatal amount and if it's drugs it's the wrong dosage.

You know that he won't be able to keep these walls up around him for so long, even if it just a tiny crack on it you wanted to see, you wanted to get in, it doesn't matter how messy and dark it is once you pass that wall.

With a challenging look you tilt your head a little closer to his, Dazai almost stepped back yet he didn't, he wanted to see what would you do.

“From what I see, you didn't want to die. You were trying to kill something inside, there's no such thing as painless death 'Samu. When you say you are looking for a convenient and painless way to die, you know it doesn't exist.”

Dazai went silent, his eyes shaky as your words hit him.

“You never wanted to die, you just wanted to get rid of something inside you.”

Judging the look on his face, you knew that you had him, you knew that you got him right. He's trembling, you can see how the walls he built around himself is slowly crumbling down as he stood in front of you.

“I have to go now, I'm thinking of adding some new decoration in my cafe.”

You picked up your bag to walk away but Dazai pulled you by your wrist and kiss you on your lips. He heard you gasp as his arm made his way on your waist and he pulls you closer until you can almost feel his warmth.

Dazai felt like he was the luckiest man in the world as he got to taste the heaven that your lips had offered. His mind was filled of everything about you and he's starting to question himself if this is even real, he didn't know that reality could be so sweet.

You held onto his coat and let him keep you in his arms for as long as he wants, you had other kisses before but with Dazai Osamu, it didn't feel like a kiss, it felt like he brought you in other dimensions you never knew that existed. He made you feel things you thought you weren't capable of feeling.

If you weren't running our of breath you would never pull away from him but every enchanting spells has an end and on this time, the enchanting kiss that Dazai Osamu graced you has ended.

“Marry me.”

Dazai was expecting a complain or cry of disagreement from you, he knew how ridiculous the idea is but that's what he truly feels. He's never had this feeling before and now that he's got a taste of what heaven would be like with you in his arms and with your lips brushing against his, he knew that he would never let you go.

“I will but you don't mean now right? So can I go home first?”

Dazai's jaw almost dropped on the floor when he heard you, there was no hint of joke in your voice so he didn't know what he would do, but before he knew it, he felt the tears streaming down his cheek.

“Are you crying? I just have to go home, 'Samu. I'd still marry you.”

Dazai pulled you close to his chest once again as he buried his face on your neck, “I love you. I love you so much, I will marry you in any day, any hour.” He whispers as he cry, you smiled and hugged him back.

“I love you too.”

Some would find this whole situation too fast but you've always known that you love Dazai Osamu, you love the darkness that lies in his eyes, you love his scars and his wounds. You accept all of him, because without his scars and wounds he wouldn't be Dazai Osamu.

----

The two of you wanted an intimate wedding, the only ones present on the ceremony were your family and Fukuzawa. Dazai trusted him to keep you a secret, not because he doesn't love his wife, but because he knows the cost of having an ex mafia and a member of ADA as a husband.

With the marriage, Dazai slowly finds himself be filled by nothing but love. The empty feeling inside him is gone and it was replaced by a raging fire of hope and bliss, he still didn't drop the suicidal bastard front but he never does anything that will harm him gravely, (Except it's for a case) he didn't like seeing you cry whenever he comes home injured, this is why he's been careful of handling cases but old habits die hard, Dazai Osamu won't be Dazai Osamu if he's not gambling with his own life and sometimes with others too, he doesn't do that unless he knew he has the upper hand.

His wits is something that he's thankful for, he loves being dramatic about it though, this is why he has to be hurt before winning, he gets off with it anyway.

Dazai was just smiling at you while you tell him everything about your work in the hospital, it was exhausting you always say but Dazai knows that you love what you are doing, treating kids and saving them is what you love to do no matter how tiring it is.

He loves the sparks in your eyes whenever you talk about your work, it's lovely, you are the most beautiful woman in his eyes, and yet you still manage to appear prettier whenever you talk about your passion and plans.

"You don't have any cases, love?"

"I don't. It's a surprise that nothing came in this week but President  told us we can relax a bit this week. Enjoy the free time, he says."

"Then can you go with me to the hospital?"

Dazai smiled and nod his head, "Of course, shall we go now? Or you want to order more food?" he teased and you rolled your eyes at him before standing up to walk out on him but Dazai went after you immediately and instinctively encircled his arms on your waist. "Okay, sorry. I just asked 'cause you've got quite an appetite these days. I'm genuinely concerned." he chuckled as he pressed his lips on your cheek but you just pushed him lightly as you enter the car first and he followed with a playful smile playing on his lips.

Oh how he loves that pouting sulking face.

---

Kunikida and Atsushi watched the car drove away and their eyes met, "We should follow them." they said before they flagged down a cab and ask the driver to follow the car discreetly.

As they arrived at the hospital, they waited for you and Dazai to enter before they went out after paying the driver. Atsushi was actually impressed that they got this far in spying, he didn't know that Kunikida has it inside him, he didn't know that he can be nosy at times.

You were holding Dazai's hands when you saw your friend, "Girl, I was just looking for you! I already got the results!" she whispered yell as she snatched you away from your husband and she hugged you tight, "Yeah, I got your text Nina let go now, tell me if it is what I think it is." Nina bit her lower lip as she looks at you with sparkly eyes before handing you an envelope.

"What is it all about?" Dazai asked but he's not DUMB to not suspect about what was on the envelope but he saw you gasped as you tear up before you gave the envelope to him.

"This letter confirms that Mrs. Dazai is expecting her first baby…"

Dazai smiles as tears of joy fell from his eyes, he cupped your face and kissed you on the lips before he hugged you tightly. "Thank you for being the most wonderful gift I've received and thank you for bearing another great gift. I love you.." he whispered as he showered kisses on top of your head.

"Love birds, enough. Mr. Dazai Osamu I am here to inform you not just as her friend but also as her doctor that she is in good health but I still suggest that she should take a break and rest from work. It's for the baby."

Dazai was just nodding, he felt like he's floating right now, he couldn't explain how happy he is, this is overwhelming and scary but he's already looking forward to have a baby that looks like you, yes, he wants his child to look like you, so they could be an angel like you as well.

Kunikida and Atsushi froze at that revelation in front of them, even if Atsushi was the one who used to step I with no inhibitions, it is Kunikida who took the lead and approach his coworker.

"You're married?"

You were the first one to turn on Kunikida, Dazai froze, he literally froze in his position especially when Atsushi comes out of hiding as he hugs the paper bag that is full of Yosano's stuffs as he assumes. You held his hand and smiled at him comfortingly, you knew that he didn't want to reveal you to anyone from the agency except from the President and Ranpo who already know this for a long time.

He just couldn't risk your life to be on the line especially now with a baby coming, he can't let you be known by the Mafia and his enemies.

"Kunikida-san, Atsushi-kun. Shall we talk about this matter in somewhere private?" you asked as you held your husband's hand, it was cold and sweaty, Dazai is actually nervous.

As the two got inside the car, Dazai and the two were silent so you tried to cut the thick tension in the air so you wouldn't feel suffocated with this ambience inside the car.

"Shall we buy some foods and snacks for the others at your agency, love?" you asked and Dazai's grip on the steering wheel tightened, he was gonna ask Kunikida and Atsushi to keep this as a secret but you obviously have other plans.

"YN, we talked about this. Kunikida-kun and Atsushi will surely agree on my proposal that they should keep this a secret."

You pursed your lips when he called you by your name, now you know that he's not happy with this but you're tired of being too scared, you can handle yourself and the baby if a time comes where there's danger.

"No they won't. Dazai Osamu, I can perfectly handle myself. We're done hiding, just let your friends at the agency knows. Have faith."

Dazai closed his eyes and sighed, "Please, I am putting you in danger the moment we reveal our marriage." he said as his breathing got heavier.

Atsushi and Kunikida stayed silent in the back, they knew that they couldn't butt in because this is about you two, "M-Maybe you can just drop us off near the agency Dazai-san." Atsushi nervously suggests.

"No, 'Samu will drive you two at the agency and I'm coming."

------

Dazai Osamu is utterly defeated by his own wife as he finds himself entering the agency as he holds your hand. Each head turned and their eyes went down to look at your hands.

"Miss if you are being sexually harassed by Dazai and you are being asked to commit double suicide with him, we can kill him for you." Yosano greeted as he took the bags from Kunikida at Atsushi.

Naomi and Tanizaki blinked while Ranpo hops like a child towards you and wave. "Congratulations, about the baby." he smiles and you chuckled, of course, he would know. "Thanks.." everybody was just looking at you and Dazai with a confused look before the President comes out of his office and gave you a warm smile.

"So, Dazai decided to introduce you formally to the gang huh? Congratulations for your first baby."

Dazai sighed and he let go of your hand to clap and get everyone's attention, though it's a  little pointless considering everyone's eyes are on you.

"This YN, my wife and she's bearing my child. I have been married for years, I didn't want to reveal her existence, because of the danger we encounter on day to day basis, but Atsushi and Kunikida-kun spied on us and that led us to this big wife reveal moment. I'm sorry, it's not like I don't trust you all, I just want to keep her safe."

"Hi, he's told me a lot about all of you. Thanks for tolerating my husband's chaotic nature."

Naomi squealed and ran towards you, "Oh my gosh! You are so pretty! Is the baby coming out soon? Will you bring him or her here?" she asks continuosly and the President cleared his throat.

"Let her sit first." he ordered and everyone settled despite of the fact that they couldn't calm down after hearing this revelation.

----

After handing out the foods you bought for everyone, you sat beside Dazai and placed your hand in his thigh. "Do you want me to feed you, love?" Dazai smiled and shook his head, "I should be the one taking more care of you, you're pregnant." he said as he pinch your cheeks lightly.

Everyone was watching this interaction, and they immediately knew why Dazai Osamu fell in love with you and why he didn't want to endanger your life by introducing you to them. You were so gentle yet brave, your voice is  sweet and the way you take care of everyone even just after a day of meeting them just makes them feel the need to protect you from any harm that would go along your way.

"You can expect us to protect this secret and protect YN, Dazai." Kunikida said as he tap Dazai's back. Dazai excused himself from the crowd and let the young members stay with you, Kunikida follows to talk to him and reassure him that you are a part of this family now too and by that they mean they will also risk their own lives to protect you.

"I know," Dazai smiled and Kunikida still had to remind himself that Dazai can really smile genuinely. "I bet you're thrilled to know my secret life weren't you, Kunikida-kun?" he teased and the man's ears reddened out of anger.

"Bastard! You never change, asshole!"

Dazai smiled at that, yeah, he's not just used to the serious affection stuffs unless it's you but he appreciates and teasing was just his way of expressing his gratitude.\

He felt at ease, honestly, he knew they won't let him down, never.

#dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai fanfic #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai osamu x you #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu x y/n #dazai fluff #dazai osamu fluff #dazai imagines #dazai bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd imagines #bsd fic #bsd fanfic #dazai fic #dazai osamu imagines #Dazai Osamu #dazai scenarios #osamu dazai #osamu dazai x reader #osamu dazai x you #osamudazai #dazai #dazai headcanons #dazai hcs

[sableeira]

And Dazai is like: omg how did he figure it out?!?!?!?

#another entry in my series of stealing quotes from my favorite pieces of media #psa: Gansey is my fave raven boy but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to redraw it so Mori kinda got the Gansey line u_u #also let your imagination run wild what happened during the mission and why they are getting scolded #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanart #soukoku #osamu dazai #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd mori #mori ougai #my art #also still drawing panels for the au I was talking about a while back #someone pls take rimlights away from me this whole lighting set up doesn’t even make sense but I just need rimlights always

[lovedazai]

WHEN YOU CAN’T FALL ASLEEP

ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor

p.s.! ₊˚. for all my sleepy girls (gn) we’re in this together

DAZAI ー dazai’s futon doesn’t allow you much space to move. you try to shift again, as delicately as you can with his body curled around yours. no matter how hard you tried to match your breathing to his, close your eyes, and relax, you just couldn’t seem to fall asleep tonight.

the last thing you want is to disturb him. dazai barely got enough rest, only sleeping through the night occasionally; he looks so pretty when he does, with his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, letting out soft, shallow breaths against your chest through his parted lips.

you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut and dropping your head back onto your pillow, when you hear a familiar whine, and your stomach drops.

he lifts his head, mumbling your name. his eyes are lidded, cheeks warm and imprinted by the wrinkles from your shirt. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you try to urge his head back down, rubbing his scalp in the way you know he loves. “i’m okay. go back to sleep, ‘samu.”

you tilt your head to the side, looking down at him. he folds his arms against your chest, looking up at you from beneath his lashes.

“you’re not a good liar,” he smiles. it’s small and sleepy, and you wish you had enough energy to kiss it off his face.

“i can’t sleep,” you sigh. “but you should. it’s still early, i think.”

you try to peek at the time on your phone as he leans up on his elbows, turning your face towards his. he kisses your forehead, trailing down until his lips press against the space between your eyebrows, then down to the bridge of your nose.

“how am i supposed to kiss you awake if you don’t fall asleep first?” he whispers, tracing his thumb beneath your eye. you kiss the side of his wrist, leaning into his hand.

he pulls himself up until your positions are swapped, with his head on the pillow, and your head on his chest. he rests his cheek against your hair as he drags his fingertips down the back of your neck, rubbing little circles between your shoulder blades.

he hums softly, a song you can’t quite place. even barely murmuring, you can hear the sweetness in his voice, like he simply couldn’t hold in his adoration for you.

the calm beat of his heart and the soft vibrations from his chest soothe your mind. all your thoughts slip away, only a faraway whisper of sweet dreams, my love and the soft press of lips against your forehead before you fall asleep.

CHUUYA ー you can hear chuuya’s quiet movements as he comes home from a late night mission, a mumbled curse slipping from his mouth when he’s a little too loud taking off his shoes. he cracks the bedroom door open, eyebrows raising when he sees you.

“you’re still awake?” he opens the door further. “you okay, baby?”

you nod into your comforter, watching blearily as he pulls his gloves off by each finger before he brushes your bangs away from your face.

“i’ll be right back,” he whispers, bending down to kiss your forehead. “don’t wait for me if you can help it, alright?”

you nod again, eyes falling shut as he kisses your forehead one more time. you hear the gentle thud of his dresser drawer closing, the sound of leather hitting the bathroom floor. you don’t know how much time has passed when you open your eyes again, looking up at him in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“c’mon,” he squeezes your hand, sheets falling to your waist as he pulls you to sit up. “let’s go for a drive.”

the cool leather of chuuya’s car seat isn’t as comfortable as your bed, but you can already feel the heaviness in your chest start to dissipate as he drives.

you rest your head on the tinted window, looking out at the passing buildings. his hand rests against your thigh, and you lift it off, just enough for you to slide your fingers in between his own.

there aren’t many people out on the road this late, but he’s still careful, only sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye. with the security and warmth that comes from chuuya’s presence next to you, and the gentle movement of the car, it doesn’t take long for your eyes to fall shut.

when he looks over and sees your face, completely relaxed, he exhales, sagging in relief against his headrest. he can’t get enough of you, bundled up in his passenger seat, holding his hand firmly, even in your sleep.

he’ll drive around a little longer, he decides, just to watch the way the lights wash over your pretty face, highlighting the curve of your cheekbones, the pretty pink of your lips.

at least it’d be no problem for him to carry you back to bed.

RANPO ー every night, ranpo curls on top of you with the lingering scent of freshly baked pastries clinging to his skin, and his messy hair tickling your jaw from how he nuzzles his face against your neck.

his body is always a comforting weight, but sleep evades you tonight. you stare up at the ceiling, gently drawing little shapes through his shirt with your finger.

“i know you’re awake.”

you jump when he whispers in your ear, heart rate spiking painfully in your chest. he lifts his head up; his eyes are open, bright green and staring at you. the tips of your noses brush from how close he is.

“your thoughts woke me up,” he answers before you can ask, poking your forehead. “they’re too loud.”

“sorry,” you sigh, wincing when he flicks your forehead.

“why are you apologizing?” he whispers, tilting his chin up to kiss the spot he flicked. “go to sleep.”

“i can’t,” you whine, childishness rivaling his own.

“that’s ‘cause you’re not trying hard enough,” he mumbles, pout evident in his voice. “your eyes aren’t even closed.”

he traces his finger down the bridge of your nose, then up again. he grazes your hairline as he travels across your forehead next, and your eyes grow heavy with each movement, slowly falling shut.

“ranpoー”

“shhh,” he smooths his thumb along your eyebrow, making his way back down your nose. “go to sleep.”

he keeps tracing your features, even after your eyes are all the way closed and your face is completely relaxed beneath his hand. he brushes his fingers across your cupid’s bow, tracing down to the plush of your bottom lip.

“there,” he whispers, leaving butterfly kisses along your jaw as he nuzzles back into you. “that’s better.”

FYODOR ー you’ve been teetering on the edge of sleep ever since you first laid down, hours ago. you’re sure it’s the early hours of the morning by now, and you sigh, stretching your arm to the other side of the bed. it’s cold, sheets still untouched.

it was rare fedya came to bed at night, no matter how much you wished he would. curling into his side always helped you rest easier. his presence is a calming one, maybe only to you.

you bundle up your blanket, holding it in place around your shoulders as you get out of bed. the ends trail along the hallway floor like a cloak as you tiptoe to his office. the steady sound of him typing comes to a stop as soon as you open the door, and he turns around in his chair, just enough to look at you.

“what are you doing up at this hour?” his eyebrows furrow, like the hypocrite he is.

“i don’t know,” you mumble around a yawn. “i just missed you.”

he swivels completely to face you, opening his arms. he makes no complaints about accommodating you as you sit on his lap, curling yourself around him, cheek falling to rest against his shoulder. you shift to look at his screens, monitor light seeming so much brighter to your tired eyes in the darkness of his office.

“don’t look at those,” he tilts your head further into his shoulder. “you’ll only keep yourself awake longer.”

you press your face into his neck, seeking out the soothing chill of his skin. you arch further into him when his fingertips sneak beneath your shirt, rubbing along the knobs of your spine. his typing is rhythmic, fingers gently pressing into your skin each time he pauses to think as you feel the rise and fall of his chest against your body.

he feels your breaths, deep and even against his shoulder, and spares a glance at you: asleep. he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, lips curling up as you try to snuggle impossibly closer to him.

“rest well, my dear,” he pulls the edge of the blanket tighter around you. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

BSD MASTERLIST

#💌 . . . with love mai ⊹ ࣪ ˖ #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #fyodor x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #bsd fluff #dazai osamu x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #edogawa ranpo x reader #dazai fluff #chuuya fluff #ranpo fluff #fyodor fluff #bsd x you

[juriyuki]

SKK au where they still have their abilities but Dazai accidentally kissed Chuuya when they first met, knocking Chuuya out of gravity manipulation...

Since then Dazai has lied that his ability is activated by kissing and not by touching and Chuuya has never doubted cause Dazai always go in for the kiss as soon as he grabs Chuuya to nullify his ability.

And Dazai threatened the rest of the PM to not to expose him and they had to suffer skk making out during battle in their mafia era.

Then Dazai left PM and they met again as ADA member and PM executive on battle field and Dazai on instinct grabbed Chuuya for a kiss to nullify corruption.

The rest of the ADA be like: why is Dazai kissing the enemy executive?

PM members: Not this shit again!

And Atsushi would later ask Chuuya shyly why does Dazai kiss him to pull him out of his ability and Chuuya in ultra confusion be like 'Cause that's how his ability works?'

Only to find out that Dazai has been lying to his face the whole damn time...

#atsushi may or may not be harmed in making of this au #mainly by his own mentor #imagine the dead apple skk snow white scene but they actually kiss #bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #soukoku #skk au #bsd au

[kentopedia]

♰ his parliament's on fire — dazai osamu

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖ KINKTOBER NO. 1 - nightclub owner!dazai

every man in yokohama has a long list of crimes they’d commit to be with you, but none quite as long as dazai’s.

contents. fem!reader, nsfw minors dni, port mafia boss!dazai, port mafia member!reader, bsd typical blood / violence, unprotected sex, established relationship, takes place before doa, dazai & reader are a lil unhinged bc they're in love, praise, soft dazai, riding dazai, sub reader, v slight breeding kink oops — 10.1k

The music shook your chest as you watched people head to the front of the club for a dance, a combination of those that were regulars, and those who were just desperate to blow their money on an evening in one of the finest night clubs in the country.

It had grown hot in the club, even for an autumn evening in Yokohoma. There were more people filling the tables than usual, standing only to swing their partners around on the dancefloor. A woman sung sultrily to the crowd, a song that you hadn’t heard in ages. Even for a Saturday, it was crowded, the capacity met, and then surpassed, packed to the brim as a group of foreign billionaires weaseled their way in by paying twice the entry fee.

You swirled your glass, sitting alone at the bar with your legs crossed, the tight, red dress rising up on your thighs. Beside you, a man was puffing a cigar, blowing the smoke back in your face so frequently that it took all your effort not to cough. Still, he paid you little attention, too enraptured by a skinny young woman that giggled every time he touched her arm.

A few more individuals made their way to the dancefloor, tracking unaccompanied dancers like prey, hopeful that they could score a partner for the evening. It was amusing, really, how often you’d seen some of the same men come back. They’d throw stacks of money on the table in a desperation to acquaint themselves with beautiful, upper-class women, even if they’d go home unhappy and broke.

Ice clinked against the sides of your glass as the last drop disappeared down your throat, warming you up for the rest of the evening. Already, you had caught the glimpse of several men in the club. But those who knew who you were knew to keep their distance, and they never tried to sneak more than a subtle glance in your direction.

Those who didn’t usually noticed nothing but your striking beauty and the allure of darkness that seemed to follow you. They were drawn to you easily, smiling at you like they were entitled to gawk at your appearance, like it would be criminal for anyone so beautiful to shield herself away from the world.

Rarely did that ever end well for them.

You handed your empty glass off to the bartender—a dear friend that you’d convinced to work for you at the club—and made your way over to the dance floor. The crowd parted for you with quick glances and slackened jaws, stumbling on their own feet to get out of your way. Once you passed, the world seemed to resume itself. Everyone continued about their business, averted their gaze, even if they were careful not to get too close to you.

Something about that made you smile.

For a while, you danced on your own, grinning carelessly to yourself as you twisted your hips, unbound yourself to the music and the alcohol that ran through your veins. It was a different kind of freedom, and though you’d once been wary of the watchful eyes, they no longer bothered you. You loved losing yourself in the rhythm, loved feeling transported to another realm.

The setlist for the evening included a few of your favorites, and you carried on until there was sweat on your forehead, a single bead trickling down your temple, one that you hastily wiped off. Breaths came to you more stiflingly, heaving inhales and exhales that paired with your thirst.

Finally, the tempo of the music slowed, just enough to snap you back into the present, and the energy zapped out of you as your mood darkened. The time of the evening had passed when you realized that it was no longer fun to dance alone.

You sighed, and with a frown, let your gaze trail across the room to find the cool brown eyes that you loved more than the music you spun in circles to. But Dazai was already in a conversation with someone else, tapping slender fingers against his glass full of amber liquid. He listened intently to a conversation between two men twice his age.

Beside him, Chuuya stood at the edge of the table like a loyal bloodhound, his arms crossed as he leaned back against the wall. You caught his eye instead and smiled to him, though not a single muscle in his face twitched. It seemed as though he was intent on keeping up the charade for the evening.

As much as you wanted to smile even more sweetly and taunt him mercilessly, you didn’t let yourself get too distracted. Instead, you refocused your sights on your other goal.

The stocky, tall man was right where Dazai said he’d be, sitting with a couple woman and a few empty glasses in front of him. He had a neatly trimmed, graying beard, sporting a watch that was, at least, a couple million yen.

You caught him watching you over the edge of the table, his smile slow as you bat your eyelashes at him, sauntering past him with a perfectly coy expression. Eyes lingered on the curves of your hips; the smooth skin of your legs revealed by the dress. The lust came in near waves off of him, thick and heavy as they reached you.

It made your job easier, the obvious attraction that they never tried to hide from you. You smiled to yourself, and felt a sense of satisfaction, despite his disgraceful leering.

The seats at the bar had been filled up when you returned, leaving no room for you and your new companion to retreat.

A younger regular, one with an overabundance of nerves and an awkward smile, spoke in hushed whispers to his friend, one that was dressed in a suit far too cheap to be in this club.

You tapped him on the shoulder, smiling at him in the way that had everyone bending over backwards for you. “Excuse me?”

He looked over, irritated for a fleeting second before realizing who it was that had approached him. Immediately, he was to his feet, stammering over a greeting while his friend gawked at him with incredulity.

“Sorry to bother you,” you said, softening your voice. “I was wondering if I could have those seats. I hate to—”

“No, no,” he said, practically shoving the other man away, pushing him out of the chair while he sputtered confused nonsense. “Take them! We’ll be out of your hair.”

You thanked them before placing yourself neatly back onto the stool you’d occupied before. It was far too easy.

The bartender sent you a knowing look, all too familiar with your games, before going back to mixing a drink.

Moments later, you felt the presence of another behind you, an overwhelming smell of tobacco and pine assaulting your senses. He was taller up close, taller than Dazai, at least, and older than you’d originally thought. Deep wrinkles weathered his skin, his eyes, and though there was still a hint of black in his dark hair, it was slowly being overtaken by the signs of a life that was twice as long as yours.

“Pretty dress.” That was the first thing he said to you, letting his eyes wander over your chest, lips curling into an ugly smirk. “It suits you nicely.”

You wouldn’t be won over so easily, so you merely smiled at him, nodding in thanks. Though, that had him coming on twice as strong, as if the simple eye contact that you’d made earlier had been a full invitation to fuck you. He took the seat next to you, signaling the bartender over.

“Let me buy you a drink,” he said, and though it was a kind proposition, it always made you laugh. You received a million free drinks from strangers here.

Still, you shrugged and let him, unsurprised that he knew what you’d been drinking earlier. It was a clear sign that he’d been watching you since before you even got up to dance.

“What’s your name?” 

“Should I give it away that easily?” Your voice was silky in your response, unimpressed, but luring him in, nonetheless.

He laughed, and offered you his own instead, Tanaka, as if you didn’t already know it. You’d been planning on springing him into this trap since the moment he’d arrived that evening. It was a target and a plan that had been set in motion for days.

His grin was uncomfortable, but he thought so highly of the way his lips curled, seemingly luring you in.

In reality, you weren’t sure how any woman could stand to get down on her knees for that.

Half an hour passed as you talked with him, preening under his endless string of compliments, wishing that you could string him on for a little bit longer. You enjoyed the words well enough, just another thing to stroke your ego, but the minute he moved closer, you inched away, placing distance between you before he could touch you.

It was obvious it frustrated him, but one look at the flash in his irises had you knowing that he enjoyed the chase.

He droned on, careless conversation about hobbies you didn’t want to understand, and though you smiled, pretending to be interested, your focus drifted to the table where Dazai sat.

His conversation had shifted to Chuuya, the two other men from earlier gone. It seemed strained between them, sharp words spoken as they glared at one another, visibly at odds about something.

Despite the clear dispute, anger cleared away from their expressions within seconds, Chuuya straightening like a board beside his boss once again.

Dazai looked up; it was less than a second that your eyes met, but your knees had weakened, heart stuttering in your chest as it skipped a pulse.

A soft exhale left you, and you longed for Dazai, craved the feeling of his strong palm on your skin, the kiss of his lips on your neck. You had half a mind to say fuck the mission and walk right over to the table and plant yourself on his lap.

It would certainly cause a scene, especially when there were so many new customers there who knew about Dazai but didn’t know about you.

Still, you knew Dazai wouldn’t object. He’d merely smile into your hair and curl his hand around your hip, continuing on with his conversation like nothing was out of the ordinary.

You looked away. If you were to make it through the rest of the night, you couldn’t get distracted by the beautiful man just feet away from you. “Sorry,” you said, turning back to Tanaka. “What were you saying?”

His interest in conversation had already waned, and he faced Dazai, displeased by the uptick of fascination within your expression. “Found someone more interesting already?”

You laughed, shaking your head as you pressed your palms into your thighs. You may have longed for Dazai, been so desperate that you couldn’t spare him another glimpse, but you could still play this role well. There couldn’t be another slip, every move had to be precise.

“I’m just curious,” you said, puckering your lips in a pout. “He looks important.”

Tanaka took a sip of his drink as you spoke, nearly spitting it back out when your sentence concluded. His eyes were hard, narrowing at the sight of Dazai just meters away, surrounded by a security of sorts, “You don’t know him?” He coughed.

You frowned, tilting your head. “Should I?”

“That’s Dazai Osamu. He owns this place.”

There was room for a theatrical pause. You took that moment to pretend to think. “Oh, of course. What a silly question,” you said, humming, and set your chin down on your hand to glance back over at the table of Port Mafia personnel. “I hear he owns a lot of things.” You tilted your head, gauging the man with siren eyes. “Is that true?”

Tanaka huffed, but he didn’t deny it, looking down at his two-million-yen watch like it was nothing more than a trinket. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t worry about him.” He seemed irritated, though he didn’t let it show, his voice the only indicator that you had upset him. “But I can tell you it sure gets hard to run a business in Yokohama when the Port Mafia owns half the city.”

You widened your eyes, leaning forward. “You’re telling me the Port Mafia owns this place?”

Tanaka laughed, loud and haughty, looking at you like you were just a poor idiot from the countryside, even if the dress you wore cost just as much as his entire suit put together. “Oh, hon, if only you knew.”

The condescending tone sent a screech through your entire body, momentarily halting any proper responses in your current act. But he was unfazed, already moving onto the next topic of conversation, telling you all about the business dealings that you’d known about from the long list of jobs within his file.

There was, truly, nothing about him that you hadn’t already dug up. It was boring you immensely, but you smiled on, nodding enthusiastically as he spun the most lackluster story you’d ever heard.

Dazai, across the room, stared at you as you conversed, clenching his jaw at the way the man eyed you, the gaze that scoured your body like you were nothing more than a piece of meat.

Oh, he would certainly enjoy tearing him apart later, even if he would be too easy of a case to break.  

“When are we leaving?”

Chuuya’s voice snapped him out of his onlooking, and Dazai leaned back in the chair, shedding the tension in his shoulders to resume a comfortable position.

“Not until they’re both in the car and I can confirm with Tachihara and Gin that she’s safe,” Dazai said, crossing his arms over the table. He couldn’t forget that there were others around him, those who would never say a word to him, but knew who he was, knew what he stood for. Even here, he couldn’t let his guard down.

“Safe?” Chuuya laughed, though it was without any humor. His irises flashed dangerously, steely grey darkening into a deep silver. “You trust that idiot not to lay a hand on her? He’s undressing her with his eyes.”

Chuuya seemed intent on irritating him that evening, as usual.

“I don’t trust anyone who comes here.” Dazai scowled. “Don’t be a fool.”

A moment of silence lapsed between them, and Dazai became sickened by the way the man was eyeing you. Though you took it all in stride, leaning just far enough away so his knee didn’t graze yours, and his palm didn’t brush against your own, it still lit a fire deep within him.

It was all the better, he supposed, to feel such deep hatred for his enemies. It made it easier to tear them apart without any guilt. 

“How long are you going to make her do this, huh?” Chuuya spoke up once more from beside him, his voice nothing more than a grumble as he whispered down to Dazai. “This charade you two are carrying on has lasted long enough. I mean, you’re whoring out your wife for fuck’s sake—”

Dazai reacted without a thought, despite not wanting to take his eyes off of you for even a second. He gritted his teeth and turned on Chuuya, his hand gripping the gun in his pocket, finger tight on the trigger. Enough of a warning for him to know how sincerely the simple comment irritated him.

“Don’t ever insinuate that I don’t love my wife, Chuuya, or it’ll be the last thing you ever say.” Dazai spat the words out carefully, just under his breath, holding Chuuya’s piercing gaze without blinking. “You may be a valuable asset to the Port Mafia, but I will not listen to your opinions on matters that don’t concern you.”

Chuuya stared, setting his jaw before turning away once more. The two of them looked back to where you were smiling, leading the other man out of the room, though still not touching, placing a respectable distance between you.

“I’m just surprised, Dazai.” Chuuya leaned back, crossing his arms as he titled his head, watching your figure fade into the shadows. “You love her so fiercely, and yet, you watch as this carries on time and time again. I don’t understand.”

Dazai stood from the booth, tucking the gun back into his waistbad, under his coat. He straightened his shoulders, inhaling deeply. “I think you’re underestimating her if you truly believe she doesn’t have a handle on the situation.” His hands slipped into his pockets as Chuuya followed, grumbling from just a few feet away. “Besides, I’ve never forced her into anything. It was her idea in the first place.”

“Why?”

Dazai sighed, though it was almost wistful, the mere thought of you enough to turn him into a lovesick fool. “Perhaps it is because there are many men that seem to think they can crawl into her bed so easily, and she enjoys their humiliation when they realize that they are so far beneath her.” Dazai shrugged, and smiled lightheartedly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Perhaps, she just wants to make everyone’s lives a little easier, including yours. You should thank her sometime.”

Tanaka sat beside you in the car, his hand lingering in the leather seat between his thigh and your own. Night had fallen deep across the city, the sky a navy through the haze of streetlights. Though it was nearing one o’clock in the morning, there were crowds of people out and about, lines at all of the much more affordable clubs in the area.

It hadn’t taken much to get him to come with you. You’d batted your eyelashes, smiled at him from under them, and told him you had a car waiting out back.

That was enough. When you’d pulled yourself down from the barstool, he’d followed after you, eyes blown wide as you’d begun leading him out of the room.

All it took was a dress that hugged your curves and a small grin, and he was in the car with a man that worked for you, heading to a building that your husband owned.

“Do you live far?” Tanaka asked, itching to put his hands on you, even though you’d convinced him to hold off until you got back to your room.

You placed your chin on the inside of your palm, glancing out the window at your own reflection. “Not too far.” You turned back to him, offering him a shy smile. “Why? Are you getting impatient?”

He grinned wolfishly. Your stomach churned anxiously at the sight of it, even when he was no match for you, nor all the other, powerful individuals that surrounded you. “I don’t think I need to answer that.”

Through the rearview mirror, Tachihara met your eyes, and they softened, just barely, silently showing his support from the front of the vehicle.

It was, in a way, a relief. You relaxed, regained a sense of composure, and let your ruby red lips spread over your teeth, cocking your head as Tanaka indulged himself in whatever fantasy was milling about in his mind. His eyes were cruel, though the darkness in them was nothing compared to what you were used to.

Idly, he made comments in your ear of all the things he wanted to do to you, his unpleasant breath tickling the skin there as you tried your best not to recoil. The smell of him was growing heavy in the car, overwhelming and nauseating. You sat even more stiffly, pressing Tanaka away with a palm to his chest as you giggled to yourself, pretending to enjoy his vulgar words.

Tachihara pulled the car around to the back of the building, letting the two of you out as he put it into park.

Any fool should’ve known where they were, what the dark building in the middle of the city stood for, but Tanaka was all too focused on you, intoxicated and inattentive. The mafia headquarters loomed overhead, dark, and unassuming, a triad of buildings stacked perfectly against one another.

“Thank you,” you said to Tachihara, winking at him as Tanaka turned his back, too disoriented to take in anything but the sight of you right before him.

The car drove away, then, and you were left to guide your guest into the building, towards the room that you had already planned to meet Dazai in. When you reached the elevator, Gin was waiting for you, dressed in female attire, this time, charading as a worker instead of the trained assassin that she truly was.

“Impressive building,” Tanaka said, as if not noticing all the obvious signs of the mafia base. “You must come from quite a wealthy family.”

You smiled at him over your shoulder, curious as to why he didn’t assume you’d come into the riches on your own. “I suppose you could say that.”

Gin opened the elevator, then began typing a message to her boss, alerting him of your arrival. Tachihara had taken the longest route back, giving Dazai just enough time to arrive home before you.

“Are you a renter?” he asked, staring as the numbers on the elevator increased, climbed higher while you went towards a floor that was only two below the penthouse.

“We own it.”

Tanaka turned towards you, eyes wide with surprise, perplexed even further by the alcohol running through his veins. “You didn’t say—”

Abruptly, he cut himself off. Whatever comment he was about to make was overshadowed by the fact that he’d met you at the Port Mafia’s night club. That was certainly no place for anyone that didn’t have a million yen to spare in their pockets.

Finally, the elevator dinged, and you relaxed at the sight of the familiar hall, the carpet that had recently been replaced, the paintings that you’d personally added, ones that had been purchased at an auction. There were traces of you everywhere, and though it belonged to many members of the mafia, it was, inherently, your home.

You grabbed Tanaka’s hand, realizing just how cold it was, wrinkled with calluses and dirtied nails. It took everything in you not to grimace as you pulled him towards the fourth door on the right, the one that had been used for every interrogation over the past two years.

It had become something of a holding cell for the mafia’s enemies, and most didn’t remain here long. You doubted that this man would be of any exception.

Tugging him along, you increased your speed, an invisible string guiding you right back to Dazai. He was your fiery beacon, and though you were still separated by walls, your heart thumped at being so near to him.

“Eager, are we?” Tanaka asked, and when he grinned in the lights, you realized how slimy it was, a hunger dripping off the edges of his yellowed teeth.

You smiled right back, but it was forceful, painful as it etched its way onto your cheeks. An itch started in the cracks of your palm, willing you to snatch it out of Tanaka’s hand and scrub it clean. Still, you held on, remembering that this was for the Port Mafia, this was for Dazai and everything you’d worked for over the years.Your determination increased tenfold. “It’s just around the corner.”

Finally, you reached the room where you knew Dazai would be waiting, and just like every other time you’d done this, every time you’d brought another willing victim into a den of wolves, you could finally relax.

You entered the room, not bothering to flip on any of the light switches. There was furniture, but it was dusty, bloody, and it would make it far too obvious that you were not leading Tanaka back to your bedroom. You didn’t want him turning tail too quickly, running when he discovered you had no intention of rolling around in the sheets with him.

He shut the door behind him with a quiet click, advancing on you like a hunter. It would’ve been threatening, intimidating perhaps, if you had not been able to sense Dazai on the other side of the wall. You knew that whatever control Tanaka thought he had on the situation had quickly evaporated, and it was only a false blanket of security that he’d wrapped himself up in.

“Can I get you anything? Maybe a drink?” you asked, stopping Tanaka with a flat palm to his chest, not allowing him to come any closer. “The alcohol in me is starting to wear off.”

He ignored your wishes entirely, upon you once more. One larger hand ripped yours from his chest, pulling you just another inch closer. “I’ve had enough tonight,” Tanaka said, teeth flashing in the dim starlight. “I’m dying to fuck you.”

You frowned, eyebrows wrinkling. “Well, I’d like a drink first.”

“I’m not in the mood.” He yanked on your hand again, and this time, you knew he’d kiss you, knew he’d plant the cracking pale lips of his own on yours. The thought of it made you ill.

Without thinking, you slung a fist across his face, a crunch sounding from his nose at the force of your hit. Blood trickled from one nostril, flowing in a fast stream over his lips, into his teeth.

He bent over, and you stood, straighter, staring over him as he cursed. The punch had been much more forceful than you’d intended.

“What the fuck.” He was angrier than before, and though his pain was immense, it did little to dissuade him. You kept your face hard, inching backwards as he stood tall, so much bigger than you’d remembered. It wouldn’t take much for him to lift you, throw you onto any surface he wanted.

You’d use your ability if you had to, kill the man if it was necessary, but that would mean the entire plan had gone to waste.

“You bitch—”

Without letting any fear cloud your face, you took a step back and bumped into something solid and warm. A cologne more familiar than Tanaka’s enveloped you in a safety net. 

The older man made it one step further, aggressively, before every ounce of determination waned from his eyes. He staggered, tripping over himself and stared back at the man that had slowly come up behind you. The one that was brushing soft fingertips between your shoulder blades, his steady breath tickling the crown of your head.

Dazai smiled, in a way that was so menacing that your heart thumped twice in its chest before resuming its natural melody. Tanaka took a step back, scrambling away, nearly tripping over himself in the process, eyes dilated in fear.

“You,” he breathed. “Dazai—” Tanaka didn’t finish his sentence, too stunned as he stared between the two of you. “What’s going on?”

Dazai stepped forward, letting his hands fall away from you as he cornered the newest addition to his long list of enemies. Already, you missed the warmth of Dazai’s touch, the security that came with his proximity.

Tanaka cowered before him, suddenly so small, weak under the breadth of Dazai’s power. A sense of twisted satisfaction curled within you, lightning up every pore under your cold skin.

“I believe you owe my wife an apology,” Dazai said, and his tone was even, hard, not a hint of amusement laced within the words. Tanaka’s eyes darted to you, where you stood with your arms loose at your sides, eyes softer, every inch of you more delicate now that Dazai was in the room. 

“Wife—” The word tumbled from his mouth before he could stop it, hesitant. “You said you didn’t know him. You asked me questions about him.”

You slid the ring back onto your finger, the one that you’d kept tucked away in the pocket of your bag. It glimmered in the beams of the moon, the diamond and rubies sparkling. “I can lie just as easily as a man can.” Crossing your arms, you sighed, and stared at Dazai’s taut back, the strained muscles in his shoulders as he stood over Tanaka. “You’re all so stupid sometimes. It only takes a simple question, and you never ask it. Anyone in that club could’ve told you who I am.”

He balked, considering his own ignorance, and followed your eyes back to Dazai, who had gone just a few steps behind you, to the small storage of top-shelf alcohol that you kept locked up in the room. “What is this about?” he asked, shaking his head to clear away his distress. “You’ve obviously brought me here for a reason. What is it?”

“I find it funny that you think you’re the one in control of the situation,” Dazai said, turning his back to fix himself a drink. He didn’t doubt that you would watch Tanaka for him with careful eyes. Even the smallest twitch of his eyebrows would be telling. “You don’t get to ask questions.”

“I haven’t done anything,” he said, and though his voice was hard, there was underlying panic. “I’ve stayed well out of the Mafia’s business, as promised—”

“Perhaps.” Dazai interrupted smoothly, coolly. “Our agreement wasn’t broken, per se. I just happen to think that working with outsiders is an act of much higher treason.”

Tanaka blinked, faltering. His jaw went slack, a mere second ticking before he replied. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t try to lie to me.” Dazai glanced over his shoulder, dark eyes narrowing. “I’m talking about Dostoevsky. The rats that are trying to take over my city.” He tsked, rolling the glass around on the counter, clinking it against the granite. Then, he popped a crystal bottle open, letting it fill a quarter of the glass.  “Such a shame. You’ve built quite a name for yourself in Yokohama. Is this really worth losing all that?”

Tanaka stuck both hands in his pocket, shaking his head vigorously. His fingers flexed against his sides. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know who that is, I’ve never crossed anyone by that name.”

Seeing an opportunity while Dazai’s back was turned, Tanaka began to pull out a pistol from his coat; one you had, stupidly, forgotten to check for. It seemed he doubted that you were a threat, and if he could just kill Dazai, you’d be an easy target.

You moved without thinking, making the single-step distance between you and Dazai. There was a gun relaxed at his waistband, and you stole it, knowing exactly where he kept it hidden. Before Tanaka could point his own at the head of your lover, you’d acted first, aiming Dazai’s gun, your jaw tense and back straight. “Put it down.”

Tanaka, caught off guard, locked his jaw, and his fingers twisted tighter around the handle of the gun, inching towards the trigger. For a moment, he contemplated, but even without knowing the thoughts in his mind, you could read his actions.

You wouldn’t give him the opportunity to do as he wanted. Instead, you fired your own gun, digging the bullet into his fingers, shattering them, blood spattering as Tanaka dropped the pistol to the floor in a ghoulish scream.

For a second more, he writhed in pain at your own hand, once again. You held your arm taut, before letting the gun drop to your side as Dazai hummed behind you. Tanaka had fallen to his knees, tears welling up, his vision glossy as he dropped the maimed hand to his thighs.

Dazai came up beside you, smiling at you, and brushed his fingers down your arm. Slowly, he took the gun, placing it back into his waistband, his touch electric on every centimeter of your skin. “You’ve handled it beautifully, my love.” Dazai squeezed your hand, tilting his head so dark hair cleared away from his eyes. “I can take it from here.”

You nodded, and though Dazai was, by no means, pushing you out of the room, he could see how exhausted you’d become by the whole ordeal. If you wanted to leave—and you did—he wouldn’t object.

“Will you be long?” you asked, just a whisper over Tanaka’s heavy breaths of pain.

Dazai laughed easily, his breath ghosting the bridge of your nose. “Akutagawa will be here soon.” A touch lingered on your hands for a minute longer before he pulled away completely. “Then, I’m yours for the rest of the night.”

It was already late, but you’d take whatever time you could get with Dazai, even if you were drained. You nodded, and he turned away, going back towards his enemy, pulling Tanaka up roughly by his collar. Dazai’s expression changed into a man you almost didn’t recognize, if it hadn’t been for the moments that you’d had to see him shift into the underworld’s fearsome demon.

You left the room, yawning, Dazai’s voice the last thing you heard before you shut the door silently.

“Now that you’ve learned your lesson, perhaps you’ll be more willing to tell me everything you know,” he said.

Despite Dazai promising to leave once Akutagawa arrived, he’d been gone for nearly two hours, with no indication that he’d be returning anytime soon.

You waited for him in the penthouse of the Port Mafia headquarters, the home you’d come to know well in the past few years. A glass of imported wine was beside you on the nightstand, resting between a book you’d been too tired to read before bed.

You sat up, unable to fall asleep, and chewed your lip thoughtfully. It seemed ridiculous, really, for you to already miss a man that you woke up next to and fell asleep beside every night.

Still, you couldn’t help the desperation in your chest, the need to see him, to brush the mask of the Port Mafia boss away so Osamu could take his place.  

You finished the wine, then headed towards the door. The room felt cold and lonely, and if Dazai wasn’t going to return soon, you’d just find someone else to bother on the lower levels of the building.

Though, just as you were about to slip on a pair of shoes, the door unlocked, swung on its hinges, and Dazai stepped through the threshold, a vision of gore and violence and every ounce the man you adored.

“Osamu,” you said, and even when you’d said his name a thousand times before, it still left your lips like a prayer. A smile formed, and you dropped your shoes, eyes sparkling, as you regarded the mess that he was in.

Dazai took one look at you and relaxed, shoulders falling as you closed the distance between the two of you. “Sorry it took so long, sweetheart,” he said, craning his taller frame down to kiss you.

You gripped the lapels of his coat, holding on tight as you pressed into him, deepening the kiss. Dazai’s bloody fingers cupped your cheeks, smearing red along your jaw, ruining your clean skin. Though, as you exhaled a sigh deep into his mouth, you couldn’t have cared less.

“I thought you said Akutagawa was going to take care of it?” you asked as Dazai released you, offering you a small, almost defeated smile.

He walked past you, towards the bathroom, feet dragging as he shrugged off his dark coat. Under the crisp top, his muscles were stiff, strained from all the stress. He wiped another hand over his face, doing little to clean up the mess of red that remained on his cheeks.

You followed him, trailing a few feet behind, feeling silly for wanting to cling to him so tightly. Yet, you couldn’t get enough of him, and you watched as Dazai remained silent, pausing in front of the mirror to regard his own appearance. He made a face in the glass as he gazed back into his own expression, sticking his hands under the faucet. The water ran in a steady stream, staining the sink a rose color as he scrubbed the blood from his fingers, his nails. There were parts of his bandages that had been soiled, and he ripped them right off, exposing pale wrists that hadn’t seen the sun in ages.

You mimicked his action, washing your hands in the second sink before scrubbing the blood from your face, clearing away the smear of maroon that he’d put there. The water shut off, briefly, and Dazai regarded you, frowning as you rid the evidence of his crime from yourself.

“I sent Akutagawa home.” Dazai finally answered your previous question and sighed, frustration evident. He stretched his hands over his head, the bones popping in one fell swoop. “Tanaka cracked right open; he really didn’t know anything.” He blinked at himself in the mirror once more, tidied his hair, then scowled. “He’s just a low man on the totem pole, and he paid for it with his life.”

Dazai seemed at odds with himself, and he drummed his nails against the countertop before patting his hands dry. The blood had been cleaned from his skin, and even though his hair was still unkempt, it was the only evidence that any wrongdoing had happened at all. Nothing but a speck of blood remained on his collar, the rest garnishing his coat instead.

You shifted, leaning against the counter. “Did you get anything out of him?”

“Names, a location.” Dazai clenched his jaw, fists tight at his sides. “He wasn’t lying, but who knows if they’re real or not. He could’ve been given fake locations. I’ve asked Ango to check on it.”

Dazai, once again, left you standing, contemplative, in the bathroom. You could hear him shuffle around in the other room; he released a small sound of relief as he stretched out his sore muscles.

When he’d finished moving around, you returned to the other room, and he was settled in the red armchair, legs spread out in front of him. Dazai rested his head against the back cushion, his eyes closed in serenity, a deep exhale expelling the tightness in his body.

It was almost a sight too serene to spoil.

“Do you want some space?” you asked, and though you’d always respect his wishes, that was the last thing you wanted to give him. You wanted to consume him completely, to press yourself against every crevice of his being and swallow him whole.

Dazai opened his eyes and blinked at you. Instead of replying, he smiled, slowly, and gestured to his thighs, sparing a glance at his knees.

Your heart pounded, launching its way up your throat, and you scrambled over yourself to crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs, the muscle strong beneath you.

Gently, he smiled at you, and brushed your hair over your shoulder to rub your neck. You let your arms rest on his shoulders, and slowly, you removed the bandage from his eye, hating whenever he tried to hide any part of himself from you.

You waited for him to protest, but he relented, and let you kiss his forehead, the very darkest parts of himself on display for you alone. It was hard not to collapse under the weight of your love for him.

You discarded the bandages, tossing them onto the table as Dazai tapped a pattern in the crevices of your skin.

For a moment, neither of you said a word. You noted every feature of his that you loved so dearly, and Dazai just watched you study him, tried hard not to smile against your lips when you kissed him.

If only he could see how beautiful he was, surely, he would understand that he deserved a life so much better than the one he’d been dealt. That someone with a smile brighter than a dying star shouldn’t have it taken away by years of endless anguish.

Finally, Dazai spoke, whispering your name in a tone he never used on any word but that one. “You don’t have to do this anymore if you don’t want to.”

“Hm?” you asked, tilting your head, so distracted by the endless galaxy within his eyes.

Dazai huffed, placing a possessive hand on your hip. His thumb grazed the bone and you shivered, smiling at him in confusion.

“Sweetheart, I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re obligated to do something just because you’re my wife.” He looked past you, an uncertainty beneath his words that he was ashamed of. “If you don’t want to take on any more assignments—"

“I told you already, Osamu,” you began, brushing the hair at the back of his neck that was hidden beneath the collar. “I don’t mind.”

“I know, but—” Dazai hesitated, his gaze steady on the doors behind you, the ones that led to your bedroom. Somehow, he seemed to think all the answers would be there, a script written out for him to recite to you. “Chuuya brought it up to me earlier. He said that I’m…” Dazai swallowed the words, shaking his head. “Look, it doesn’t matter. I just want you to promise me that you know if you want to stop, you can stop. Even if you wanted to quit the Port Mafia altogether, I’m happy to give you whatever you need.”

You smiled, kissing the wrinkle between his eyebrows in the hope that it would ease the anxiety in his expression. The tension was such an unusual thing for anyone but you to see, as Dazai had such trouble revealing his vulnerabilities to the world.

“I promise.” You swept your thumb over his lip, watching as it bounced right back into place, so soft and lovely. “I just don’t want to quit.” You leaned back on his lap, so you were able to see the entirety of his face.  

Dazai’s eyebrows drew together once more, putting that worry right back on his appearance, and a part of you hated that of all the things he had to be stressed about, it was something as silly as you not wanting to quit your job.

“Why?” Dazai asked, tilting his chin, searching the depths of your soul for an answer that would appease him. “I don’t understand. You hate them; you tell me you hate them every time they try and lay a finger on you.”

He wasn’t wrong, certainly not about something like that. You loathed that men looked at you like you were something that they could just steal away, like they were entitled to the subtle way that they brushed your hip in passing, caressed your back when they walked behind you.

You just didn’t hate everything about the work you’d been doing. After all, it was your idea.

“I just don’t want to,” you said, looking over his shoulder to the open curtains, the bright expanse of Yokohama laid out before you. Twinkling star lights from skyscrapers and the port in the distance. “It doesn’t matter.”

It was your home, your city, and it always would be. You wouldn’t let Dazai die, wouldn’t let anyone take him from you—including himself. You’d continue to do whatever it took to protect that. Whether or not you used your appearance to achieve those ends didn’t matter. When it was all said and done, Dazai’s enemies would be dead, and you’d still have him to come home to.

“It matters to me.”

You shook your head, chewing on your lip thoughtfully. There were a million different ways you could’ve explained it, but none that were intelligent. “It’s embarrassing, ‘samu.”

Dazai laughed, a genuine noise, and kissed your shoulder as you sighed, relaxing into him once more. “I can’t think of anything about you that could possibly be embarrassing.”

You held his gaze, wishing for him to relent, to just give up and let you have this one. Instead, he just smiled back patiently, hoping you’d reveal another part of yourself to him as he slowly traced your hard collarbone.

Those pools behind his eyes were too distracting, the thumb on your neck dangerously close to your throbbing pulse. You swallowed, letting him feel every movement as your throat bobbed up and down.

“I guess,” you said shyly, “I like it. I like leading on your enemies, letting them think that they could possibly have a chance with someone like me. I like the look on their faces when they realize they’ve been made a fool of, that the girl who they wanted so badly belongs so completely to the boss of the Port Mafia.”

Dazai studied you for a moment as you shrugged the revelation off, his deep brown eyes darting over every crevice of your face. “You want to make them jealous of me?”

“Maybe.” Your cheeks heated, and though you’d been together for years, loved him for even longer, you still shied under the weight of your own desire for him. “I don’t know. Maybe I just want them all to know that I’m as much the boss of the Port Mafia as you.” You wound your arms around his neck, anchoring yourself to him, the only person you’d ever need in the dangerous world. “They’re blind to their desire, and they refuse to see that I have complete control over them.” You smiled, lazily, fondly. “Don’t they know that this is my city, too?”

Dazai’s strength made an appearance then, and he gripped your cheeks, holding you with a spiraled mix of possession and affection. “It is,” he whispered, ghosting his lips across your own, “and I’d burn it all down before I let anyone take it from you.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest at his deepened tone, the seriousness that drew on his normally playful inflection. You grew hot, and a twist of desire started deep within you, spreading down easily, slowly turning your thoughts into a muddled mess.

“I know,” you said, trying to keep your words steady as Dazai drew lazy circles up and down your sides. “Everyone knows.” You met his eyes, soft, yet dark, clouded with a longing you weren’t unfamiliar to. “The woman who brought them to their knees is still nothing more than a simple fool for Osamu Dazai.” You inhaled drawing your fingers to his open collar, the crisp bandages around his chest. “What could they ever do to deserve that kind of devotion?”

Dazai waited, watched your smaller hand run across his neck, his smirk slowly growing on his lips. “I’m a lucky man, indeed,” he said, drawing the words out slow and lazily. He tipped your chin down to him, his smile displaying the almost sharpened points of his canines. Slender fingers caressed your hipbone, pressing you farther down onto his thigh.

You let out a small sound, not taking your eyes off of his as his expression grew wily, and the slip you wore slowly began to rise up your thighs, exposing the softer skin of your leg.

“I admit, I can’t stand that everyone in this city wants you so fucking bad.” Dazai sunk his lips to your neck, kissing the space between your shoulder and jaw. “But I can’t blame them. My beautiful angel.” He smiled under your jaw, gripping your hips harder, forcing you to drag against his thigh. A puff of air left your throat as Dazai grinned, spiking your arousal. “It’s for the best, isn’t it? I’ve ruined you for anyone else.”

Your eyes flashed; Dazai bounched his leg, just once, his eyes shining, every move calculated. He’d always known exactly how to touch you, and he’d never forget, never stop enjoying the way you jerked so easily under his palm, the way you were already trying to rub yourself against him.

“Osamu,” you began, desperate for just a moment of friction, to feel his rigid muscle drag against your cunt. You wanted him so badly that your heart stumbled over itself, all the love you held, locked up there and looking for a way out.

He made a sound of disapproval, holding you still with a tight grip on your hips. His fingers dug into the bone, but it did little to ease your aching need for him.

“See?” Dazai’s kisses were light as he whispered against the shell of your ear, the sound nothing more than a breath of air. “I barely have to touch you and you’re a whimpering mess.”

You swallowed, tugging at the hair at the base of his scalp, trying to remain steady, if only for him to give you what you wanted.

Dazai seemed to be in a generous mood, worn from the previous mission, and he was grinning lazily, two fingers slipping under your dress.

His grip loosened, and you shifted, letting him pull on the strap of your panties, drag them down your thighs, over your knees, to discard beside the chair. Already, there was evidence of your desire, a spot of wetness obvious against the red satin.

He let the garment hang between his fingers before he looked back at you, watching as it softly fell to the floor. “If only they knew how easy it was to get you wet,” he said, shrewdly, “they’d want you twice as much as they did before.”

You let out a soft whimper, trying to direct his beautiful hands back between your thighs. Though, Dazai kept his fingers away, and in an act of desperation, you pressed your forehead to his, conveying every ounce of your affection for him.

“Osamu,” you breathed, blinking into his warm irises, a shade of brown that had easily become your favorite. “I’m so crazy about you.” You kissed his cheeks, smearing your lip gloss all over the skin he’d just wiped clean. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night. Everyone in Yokohama watches me, but I ache for you.”

His eyes flashed, pleased, and he relented, nudging his thumb to the inner most part of your thigh. The smile was still mocking, but he gave you at least some relief; Dazai let you sink back down on his thigh, the pressure just enough to have you clawing your nails into his chest.

He kissed your nose, but kept you where you were, perched on the middle of his leg and much too far from his cock. “What would you ever do if I wasn’t here to take care of you, hm, darling?"

You softened; even if his gaze was taunting, there was utter devotion between his dilated pupils.

All those men who fell for your act may have been complete fools, but Dazai was even worse off than them: he was a fool in love.

“It’s so hard not to crawl into your arms every time you’re around,” you admitted, grabbing the buckle of his belt to undo it with a clank. The mere sound, the feel of the leather between your fingers, nearly had you salivating. “I’m stronger than a lot of men in Yokohama.” Your features contorted then, eyes vulnerable as you looked up at him through delicate lashes, no longer a vision of authority, but of someone who desperately wanted to be taken care of. “Not you, though.”

Dazai’s grip on you relaxed, and something in his eyes shifted, lips parting as an exhale left them. He said nothing as you removed the belt, and instead, let himself sink deeper into the cushion, bearing your weight.

Hastily, you pulled down the zipper of his slacks. The weight of his heavy cock in your hands was so familiar. You stroked him gently, watching for any reaction, and while his face remained steady, you could sense the change in his heartbeat.

“I don’t need you to be strong around me,” Dazai said. His voice had deepened, your name leaving his lips, raspy by the end of his sentence. “You can fall apart if you want to, my love.” His erection grew slowly in your palm, and he brought you closer, your bare, soaked cunt dragging against his thigh. “I’ll always be here to put you back together.”

You smiled, flushing as he hardened, his breath growing uneven. When you had him leaking within your palm, you shifted forward on your knees, grinning at his reddened cheeks. Dazai’s eyes drifted towards your chest, just inches from his face.  

Uncertain, you hesitated, even though you wanted him, needed him with every fiber of your being. It was an unfamiliar position. He could take control of the situation at any moment, but you weren’t usually the one looming over him.

“Osamu—”

“What?” he released with a sigh, and in one swift motion, lifted your hips so he was positioned at your entrance. “You walk around my nightclub in those dresses I buy you, force those pretty tits into other men’s faces, but now you’re too shy to fuck your husband?”

You made a face, knowing he was just trying to get a rise out of you, and if only to prove a point, you sunk down on him, your folds slick. Dazai slid into you easily, a sinful noise breaking the silence between you as he grinned. “I’ll f-fuck you,” you stuttered, swallowing under the heat of his watchful eyes. “It’s just…” Your words failed again as his cock went deeper in you, your focus entirely on your own pleasure.

“Just what?” He stopped you for a moment, planting you on his thighs, his cock still straining, filling you. Glaring, vibrating with need, you opened your eyes, lips parting as he whispered against your mouth “Finish your sentence, sweetheart.”  

“It’s not my fault, Osamu,” you said, on the edge of a whine, squirming within his hold. “I can’t help that they stare.”

He laughed, then, and it was just a brush against your swollen mouth, the one he kept coming back to. “They can stare all they want,” Dazai said, tilting your chin up. “As long as they know who you belong to.”

Finally, he let you go, his hands tracing the edges of your knees, and you started a slow, steady pace, gasping as you held onto his neck tightly. He bowed his head into your collarbone, and kissed you once, before leaning back lazily, watching you take and take and take.

“Doing so good, angel,” he said, watching you with such a passion that it was distracting, as he let his palms rest simply on your thighs. “You always look so pretty stuffed full of my cock, don’t you?”

“Feels so good,” you muttered.

“I know.” Dazai seemed too devilish with his dark hair fanned out against the red chair, grinning in a way that twisted up your insides, sweat beading down your forehead as you tried to reach your orgasm.

You were hot with his piercing gaze upon you, but he didn’t bother to move his hands, did nothing to even pretend like he was fazed. You sunk down faster, heart racing, as the muscles of your hips strained, burned. Already, you were growing tired, sleepy from a full evening, but still so desperate to come around him.

You leaned forward, trying to angle your body, gain some relief from the position. Though it did little, and instead you were left sighing in frustration, wishing that he would do anything, instead of just look at you with a lust blown smile.

With every moment, the pain began to grow, the ache in your legs far too much to give way to pleasure. You started back at Dazai, frustrated, eyes glossy with need.

Dazai laughed at you then; it wasn’t quite mocking, but it wasn’t kind either. “Don’t tell me you’re already tired.”

Frustrated and impatient as you dripped down your own thighs, you grabbed his throat, thrusting his head into the back of the chair.

Dazai, eyes wide with surprise, stopped smiling as you curled your hand around his neck, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“Are you just going to sit there, Osamu?” you said, your words high-pitched and desperate. “Or are you going to—”

The end of your sentence was cut off by him gripping the back of your hair, smashing your lips into his own. The hand on his neck fell away, drifting to the lapels of his bloodstained collar, as he brought you down hard on his cock, hitting a place deep inside you that you hadn’t been able to reach with your own strength.

Dazai’s fingertips left bruises on your skin as he devoured the inside of your mouth, bringing you down over and over, stretching your walls with each movement.

“So pretty and desperate for me,” Dazai laughed, but he was breathless, his own tenacity crumbling from adoration. “Can’t do anything by yourself, can you, baby?” His kisses were sloppy as he dragged them across your neck, tongue grazing the sharp vein under your ear.

“No, but you said—” you were losing your breath and your words. “You said you’d take care of me. I don’t want to cum all on my own, ‘samu.”

Dazai groaned, his gaze drifting down to the space between your bodies, where you were sucking him back in, your own body aligned with your heart, never wanting to let him go.

“Fuck,” he said, slamming you back down on his thighs, his eyes hazy with love. “Of course I’ll take care of you.” One hand guided your hips as the other curled around your jaw, setting the pace with half his strength. “You’re my whole world.” His words stuttered, aching cock twitching inside you. “I’m nothing without you, understand?”

You nodded, but you weren’t quite thinking straight, the words a jumbled mess when they entered your mind. “I love you,” you said, gasping the end of his name. “I love you, Osamu, need more.”

Dazai breathed, just as heavily, softening as he regarded you. He’d always loved the look on your face as you came apart. “You take it so well,” he said eyelids fluttering over hazy eyes, and he kissed your forehead. You dragged your hands all over his chest, just wanting to touch any part of him. “Wish you could see yourself. You’re so beautiful.”

You groaned, pulling him closer, until there was nowhere left to go, surrounded completely by Dazai; the smell of him, the taste of him. “Say it back,” you muttered, “say you love me too.”

He choked on a laugh, and the lewd sounds of your wet arousal were loud as he came in and out of you. “I love you, angel, you know how much I love you.” Dazai kissed you, then, and your heart sped at how hoarse his voice had become, how easily it was for you to make the most powerful man in Yokohama fall apart at the seams. “You’ve got a pretty ring to prove it, don’t you? I don’t want anyone but you. I never will.”

“Come inside me.” Your eyes squeezed shut as his cock reached impossibly deep within you, stretching you, your legs shaking as you tried to ignore the dull ache within your tense muscles. Tears sprang to your eyes, coating your lashes; it was almost devastating how much you loved him. “Please. Feel so full, ‘samu.”

“Yeah?” He reached between you to play with your clit, and you were so close, crying out a broken moan as he touched you. “Need to remind everyone that you’re my girl, hm?” He knew just how you liked to be touched, how easy it was to get you to come when he fucked you like you needed. “Want me to put a baby in you next, sweetheart? Shit.” He curled his fingers, bruising your mouth as he stole the oxygen from your chest. “Everyone would know then, wouldn’t they? How could they doubt you’re mine when you’re carrying my child.”

You cried out, then, breaking, spasming around his cock as you fell onto his chest. Dazai said your name, kissed the top of your head, but you were too full of love for him. You breathed heavily as he brought you down once more, twitching against him from the ache in your sensitive cunt.

A moment later, Dazai jerked, then came inside you, spilling his warm cum against your folds, the white ropes dripping down your thighs, staining his dark, wrinkled slacks. Slowly, he pulled out of you, letting you rest on his chest as you breathed, your legs sore. A gentle touch ran up and down your spine as Dazai wrapped his arms tight around you, his cheek resting against the top of your head.

“God, you’re perfect,” Dazai said, and his voice sounded almost broken, devastatingly emotional. “You can’t ever leave me, okay, angel? I need you right here by my side.” Lips grazed your temple, so sweetly, gently. “What’s the point of all this if I can’t share it with you?”

You smiled, resting your head in the crook of his neck, eyes full of tears as you kissed him. “I’m not going anywhere, Osamu. I promise.”

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[amaya-writes]

High school Au! I hope that’s ok- basically, reader is on the volleyball team, but feel left out because they are a year older than their team mates. Dazai, who didn’t really care for anything before that was sport related, was dragged by his friend group to go see one of their games.

When he sees reader perform a perfect spike and have an amazing game, he finds himself interested in learning more. He starts talking to reader and soon enough, she confides in him abt what’s been happening.

If you have any questions abt volleyball or anything related to my request, I’d be happy to help! Remember to take care of yourself and stay hydrated! Feel free to add to my reply, I don’t mind^^ anything you write (Atleast from my perspective, but I totally get what happens from a writers perspective) I’d beautiful and makes my heart EXPLODE-

Thank youuu!

EVENT MASTERLIST ABOUT THE EVENT

Notes: I changed it from a spike to a serve because I didn't feel like writing out a whole match scene, I hope that's fine! also thank you 🥺💜

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Dazai Osamu, mentions Chuuya

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The next time Chuuya dragged him to a boring sports game Dazai was going to suffocate him with that stupid hat he insisted on always wearing.

It wasn't that Dazai had a particular aversion to sports or anything. In fact, he normally enjoyed watching a few matches on his phone.

It was the fact that he had been dragged away from his work and seated in the middle of a gym stuffed with sweaty gossiping teenagers who loved to stare at their president.

Dazai's normal excuses of his duties as a representative of the school had fallen on deaf ears as Chuuya used the fact that their adorable juniors Akutagawa and Atsushi were going to have a match that afternoon to coerce Dazai into joining.

However, one match quickly turned into three and before he knew it Dazai found himself sitting through the entirety of the under eighteen volleyball qualifiers with a buzzing Chuuya clinging to his side.

"Chuuya I have things to do."

His annoyed call was ignored for the umpteenth time that day as the shorter male kept his eyes trained on the court, not even bothering to turn to Dazai as he replied.

"Just a minute! Our best spiker is about to serve."

His words intrigued Dazai more than he cared to admit, which was why the brunette found his head turning forward to observe the student clad in their school's uniform standing at the far end of the court.

Chuuya had thankfully been insightful enough to snatch the best seats for the two of them, which meant that Dazai could easily see the calm expression on your face as you tossed your ball upwards the second the sound of the referee's whistle cut through the gym.

For a second, he thought that nothing had happened.

But then Dazai heard the people around him erupt in cheers as a loud thud echoed from the other side of the court; a sound that had him turning to stare at the volleyball now idly bouncing in the middle of the opponents.

"You were right."

Dazai could sense Chuuya's smug grin even before he turned towards the redhead, but didn't bother to boost his ego more than necessary as he turned back to observe you.

"You were amazing! Of course our oldest and most experienced player would put us in the lead with one serve!"

He could tell your teammates had meant it in a nice way, but even from his seat behind your manager's bench, there was no mistaking the poorly hidden frown tugging on your lips.

The way you seemed to shrink in on yourself as your teammates continued praising you confused Dazai to no end. After all, why would you be insecure about something as simple as age?

"-turning eighteen in a couple of weeks, thankfully coach said that didn't matter."

Oh.

Being a couple of months or even a year older than your classmates was usually nothing to worry about in school. But when you start your last year, it was hard for the older children to feel included when their friends were still minors.

Some people, like Dazai, thought nothing of the age gap. But you seemed to be affected by it.

He shouldn't have cared as much as he did.

Dazai told himself he was just bored. That he chose to follow after you as you left the gym with an excuse to use the bathroom only because your insecurity was the only interesting thing he had seen all afternoon.

But that was a lie.

You were classmates who never talked much, but Osamu had always thought you were pleasant to be around. Maybe that was why he didn't like seeing you so down about something so stupid.

"You're going to be late if you just keep standing there."

You jumped up in alarm at the sudden sound of his voice, the sight making Dazai scoff in amusement as he walked up to you and took to leaning against the other end of the window you were staring out of.

"Dazai. Didn't see you there."

He hummed at your acknowledgement but was quick to speak up a moment later.

"You shouldn't be insecure about your age."

"How did you-"

Dazai shrugged at your confused questioning, with the action being the only answer he was willing to provide you.

"Doesn't matter. Listen, you're not better than them because you're a few months older. You're better because you're talented."

He moved closer to you as he spoke, only coming to a stop once you were trapped between him and the cold glass window.

"Worrying about your age just gives them something to get into your head with-"

Maybe distracting you with misleading romantic gestures wasn't the right way to ensure his school won, but Dazai didn't really care much about morals. Not when this way he could watch you squirm and part your lips as you tried to come up with some sort of a retort.

"I wouldn't want our star spiker losing over something so stupid."

He moved forward to cup your cheek and tap it affectionately before completely pulling away.

Dazai could tell you wanted to comment on his proximity, perhaps even make a move, but you weren't allowed to do anything else as the gym door behind him loudly flew open, followed by calls of your teammates searching for you.

"You should go."

You nodded along to his words, almost as if they helped snap you out of the flustered daze his proximity caused.

The sight had Dazai letting out a soft smile as he watched you pull away and return to the gym with a quick thank you.

Maybe sports games weren't so boring after all.

#did this kinda suck? maybe idk i hope you liked it tho #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs dazai #dazai x you #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #dazai fluff #dazai drabbles #dazai headcanons #dazai imagines #dazai scenarios #bsd dazai x reader #bsd dazai x you #bsd dazai fluff #dazai osamu x y/n #dazai osamu x you #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu imagines #bsd au #dazai au

[ivoryratdoggerythethird]

ok but bsd chapter 114 revealing the flipside of the soukoku dynamic in all its glory like *chef's kiss*

turns out that when the mission's (almost) done and you put skk in a room with no witnesses they just become each other

dazai is the one unable to stay still, agitated and wearing his emotions openly and very much stressing about a plan he can't understand (how the tables do turn), literally YELLING and RUNNING of his own violation and doing actual labor of pulling out "fyodor" from beneath a whole ass helicopter while injured without asking for help because the brawns of the team is actually secretly a black cat character

insane how chuuya makes dazai look like the overactive dog archetype here like Mister Gravity Control and I Crack Walls & Chains With One Kick is just sitting full-on cheek on fist poker face watching his beanpole of a partner struggle. his health bar is like full too besides the brief drowning stint meanwhile he himself shot dazai like three times after he crawled out of a crashed elevator

(chuuya is actually such a little shit it's amazing like it was kinda shown in him just letting kunikida blow himself up without even trying to take on tecchou or as if he couldn't just fly the helicopter away with his ability? the pm's trump card, stronger half of soukoku? mans said "boss told me come get you" and by god that is the only job he will do, overtime means nothing to him because he can't read, what a king)

chuuya is literally only willing to do the BARE minimum it's hilarious like he's done his part, he's given the Oscar-winning vampire performance of a lifetime, now he's pulling a dazai-at-the-ADA and simply refusing to work like. chilling in the back while dazai monologues and fyodor dies. bouncing sigma like a tennis ball. chilling a corner while dazai brainstorms. leisurely following dazai's running. chilling in the back while dazai huffs and puffs to pull out the body.

the biggest bsd plot twist is that soukoku on and off the battle field just switch roles for who's lounging like a bored princess while the other toils and actually does the work. if they both ever actually work on something at the same time yokohama would probably explode.

#god imagine if thats how mori kept them from accidentally destroying the country #with their combined overpowered-ness and utter lack of common sense #“mori says its my turn to Think” #“oh thank god i've been waiting to sit around like a useless log” #the sigma show #soukoku #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #bsd #bsd manga #bsd ch 114 #my post

[cqthqrtic]

b, o and k for dazai?? your characterization of him is sooo good

sfw alphabet prompts.

a/n: i already did O!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a close friend, Dazai’s a lot more blunt. A lot more doom and gloom too. It’s because he’s more willing to be relaxed and honest around you if you’re just close friends. He’s also a lot warmer with you, paying closer attention and being slightly more affectionate. It would take awhile to get this close though. Dazai’s friendships, like most, are started through convenience and close proximity. So you’re probably a coworker or somebody who’s a regular at his favorite bar. Maybe you’re a regular at Cafe Uzumaki. He’d probably approach you first and start conversation that turns into a regular thing, which spurs on a friendship. After some time and consistency, you’ll eventually get close. Eventually…

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Dazai’s kissing is slow and kind of nasty (in the sexy way). He likes to use his tongue a lot. It’s very comforting and sensual, especially because he takes his time. He loves to kiss your ankles and stomach. Kissing the ankles feels devotional and romantic to him but it’s not that common of an occurrence. It’s mostly done when you’re in bed or about to have sex. He likes to kiss your stomach because he finds it cute how you squirm and squeal because it’s ticklish. He also likes how soft the flesh is. He usually kisses your stomach when he’s feeling domestic. Dazai likes being kissed on his cheeks and neck. He has a pretty sensitive neck so giving him soft kisses near his throat will definitely make him shiver. As for his cheeks, he likes how sweet and simple it is. There’s no deeper meaning, there’s no sexual intention. It’s just a simple kiss on the cheek because you love him and want to show affection. The simplicity of it all makes him feel nice. Oh to be kissed by and to kiss Dazai.

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[naonap]

men used to go to war

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒 .ᐟ

feat. dazai, chuuya, fyodor

ꨄ˙ SYNOPSIS: bsd men as girl dads to their daughters

ꨄ˙ CW(s): f! mom! reader, established relationship (married to your lover ofc), fluff, short scenarios, not proofread

DAZAI was humming the quiet melody of his 'certain' song as he cradles his little one. the baby in his arms was sniffling, crying softly and practically looking at him with tearful brown eyes that resembles his. he gently hushes and cradles baby sonoko in his arms, his soothing hums a lullaby in the quiet room.

sonoko was a captivating blend of both you and dazai. with her dark hair that mirrored dazai's locks and the bright twinkle in her [color] eyes reminiscent of your own, she was practically a living canvas of your shared features.

dazai gently rocks baby sonoko in his arms, whispering soothing words to calm her cries. the soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the room, creating a serene atmosphere. he cradles her close, the warmth of his embrace a comforting haven.

"hush, my little one," he murmurs, his voice a gentle melody. "there, there, sonoko. daddy is here." dazai presses a tender kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with paternal affection, "no need for tears, little darling."

he softly sang a lullaby, the words weaving through the air like a protective cocoon. as the room embraced a peaceful stillness, sonoko's cries transformed into quiet sniffles.

dazai continued to sway gently, cherishing the precious moment of connection with his baby girl. he places her head against his chest, manipulating his heart beat into a calming rate to ground her with its sound.

you lay in bed, exhausted, but you find yourself smiling in the calmness of the night as you see your husband and daughter share a quiet bond, the world outside fading away. dazai's love for sonoko radiated in every soothing touch, a promise to always be there, hushing away any fears or tears that may come.

"you're doing that thing with your heart again, aren't you?" you whisper softly to dazai, quietly giggling.

dazai glances at you, still cradling the fruit of your love to his chest, he gently strides to your side and presses a lingering kiss on your forehead, "yeah, i am."

"i still don't get how you do that though, but it works, doesn't it?" you say softly as you see how your baby girl is all calm now.

you extend your arms to reach for sonoko but dazai gently refuses to do so, and he shakes his head as he insists, "shh, let me look after her. you go get some rest, darling."

"are you sure, osamu? sonoko can get a bit fussy," you ask softly as dazai uses his free hand that wasn't carrying sonoko to gently push you to lie back down in bed and pull the blanket over your chest.

"i'm certain. please, my love. you're exhausted from feeding her and looking after. it's daddy's turn to take over, okay?" dazai chuckles softly as sonoko began to coo and pat her tiny hands against her daddy, "we're ok."

"okay," you giggle quietly as you look at your husband and daughter, "try not to give your daddy a bad time, okay sonoko?"

sonoko merely coo and giggle at the sound of your voice before they intensified in volunme when dazai started to tickle her sides and pepper her cute round face in kisses, the rain of affection from her father making her happy.

CHUUYA sighs, holding baby saika in his arms as her cries echoed through the room. he paced around, trying to replicate the comfort saika found in her mother's presence—your presence.

although your child resembled very much like you, she got her traits and personality mostly from chuuya. she even throws quite the fuss when she was upset, and chuuya only realizes it now that you're away for a while.

"shh, saika, it's okay. come on, now." he whispers softly, his voice a mixture of reassurance and longing.

despite his best efforts to spoil her with affection, saika's cries persisted and he feels a pang of helplessness, "mommy will be back soon, little one. until then, it's just you and me, okay?" chuuya continued to sway, his touch tender and caring.

but saika's cries merely intensified, and chuuya's frustration grew. he couldn't replace the warmth and comfort that only her mother seemed to provide.

chuuya's heart sank as he looked down at his precious little one, her tear-filled eyes gazing up at him with a mix of sadness and yearning. he felt a wave of helplessness wash over him, an ache in his chest as he desperately wished he could ease her distress.

"come on, saika," chuuya whispers softly, his voice a blend of sorrow and affection. he cradles her even closer, tracing gentle circles on her back. "what's making you so upset, huh? don't you want toys? food? sweetheart, please."

saika's tiny lips quivered, and her cries persisted. chuuya's usual fiery determination waned in the face of his daughter's tears. money and gifts meant nothing in this moment. though he had her spoiled with everything and anything, she didn't seem to want any of those things as she would only squirm, kick and throw those things away in a tantrum.

in a moment of realization, chuuya gently sets aside the lavish toys and the carefully prepared food. he holds saika to his face and he looks into her teary eyes and finally, he understood the true source of her distress.

"it's not about the toys or the treats, is it, saika?" he muses softly, a smile forming on his face. cradling her up in his arms, he held her close, focusing on the simple act of giving her his undivided attention.

as he spoke soothingly to her, chuuya sensed the shift in saika's mood. her cries slowly gave way to sniffles, and she looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes. realizing that what she craved was the connection with her daddy, chuuya embraced the simplicity of the moment.

"dada's right here, baby," he whispers to saika, pressing a tender kiss on her cheek, "i got you."

in that instant, the room was filled not with the extravagant gifts he could provide, but with the warmth of a father's love that proved to be the most comforting of all.

he bounced her tenderly as he swayed around the room, the rhythm calming her sniffles. chuuya presses another soft kiss on her forehead, and saika's tiny hands clung to his shirt, finding solace in the familiar embrace.

as you entered the room later on, a tired yet content smile adorned chuuya's face. his hair was tied in a low ponytail with stickers and traces of food decorated his face. in his arms, little saika peacefully slept, nestled against his chest, her [color] hair braided with small butterfly clips.

chuuya looked up, and his eyes softened at the sight of you, "hey there, love," he greets you quietly, careful not to wake saika, "we had a little adventure, but someone decided it was time for a nap."

you couldn't help but giggle fondly at the adorable scene before you. the stickers and food smudges on your husband seemed like badges of a day well spent. saika, oblivious to your arrival, continued to sleep soundly in her father's arms.

quietly, chuuya rose from his spot, carefully transferring saika to her crib. as he joined you, he sighs happily and captures your lips in a tender kiss, "looks like our little one just wanted some dada time today." the exhaustion in his eyes was overshadowed by the joy of the shared moments.

"seems like it," you say softly as you wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss once again, "but hey, you did good. thanks for looking after saika."

"don't mention it, we're in this together. i can't have my darling wife do everything. you deserved a well-rested break today," chuuya whispers against your lips as nuzzles his nose against yours lovingly.

FYODOR cradled his precious lyubov on his lap, her wide eyes filled with curiosity. with a tender smile, he began to read from a novel, his deep yet gentle voice resonating through the quiet space.

"once upon a time, in the turbulent depths of the human soul, there lived a complex character named raskolnikov. he grappled with existential questions, much like the profound mysteries we face in our own lives," fyodor narrates, his gaze shifting between the words on the page and the wide-eyed innocence in lyubov's eyes.

as he continued reading, the intricate plot and philosophical undertones of the novel intertwined with the gentle rhythm of lyubov's breathing. fyodor couldn't help but adapt the narrative, transforming it into a bedtime story that echoed the complexities of morality and human nature.

lyubov, oblivious to the weighty themes, giggled in delight at her father's animated expressions. fyodor, in turn, savored the precious moments, cherishing the bond he was cultivating with his daughter.

as lyubov listened to her father's storytelling, a contagious giggle bubbled up from within her. with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she pointed at the novel in fyodor's hands.

giggling at the sight of her father's earnest storytelling, little lyubov couldn't contain her innocence as she pointed at the pages in amusement.

lyubov, with her jet-black hair cascading in waves down her shoulders, bore a striking resemblance to her father, fyodor. the deep purple hue of her eyes mirrored his own, reflecting a shared intensity that seemed to peer into the depths of the human soul.

yet, amidst these echoes of her father's traits, her features held a delicate familiarity, capturing the essence of her other parent—you. the gentle curve of her nose and the subtle arch of her eyebrows were reminiscent of your own distinct features too.

in a moment of quiet amusement, you turned to fyodor, your husband, a playful glint in your eyes, "isn't she a tad too young for stories like that, darling?" you ask, your laughter blending with the warmth of the dimly lit room as you enter your baby's room.

fyodor, with a gentle smile, glanced at lyubov, who had now nestled herself comfortably against his chest, before looking at you, "perhaps, my love," he replies, his voice carrying a touch of self-awareness, "but the beauty of storytelling is that it grows with the listener. however, if you insist, then i suppose i'll find tales more suited to her age, tales that will weave the magic of childhood without delving too deep into the complexities of the human psyche."

as lyubov cooed and giggled in response to your shared laughter, fyodor couldn't help but join in the merriment.

with a twinkle in his eye, he gently teases, "my, my. look at this, darling. it seems our little one has a taste for the profound, even if the words are a bit too deep for her tender age. perhaps we have a budding philosopher in our midst."

"perhaps, fedya," you say with a playful glint in your eyes, your lips curving into a smile.

you and fyodor share a tender kiss, the laughter lingering in the air as a sweet reminder that, in the midst of literature's complexities and parenting's challenges, there's always room for joy and lighthearted moments in the embrace of family love as lyubov was still nestled in fyodor's embrace, she continued to babble and gurgle, her infectious laughter filling the room.

ꨄ˙ A.N.: sonoko's name came from one of the dazai osamu's actual children. saika translates to fortune with its kanji meaning happiness and the moon. it was inspired by the poems of upon the tainted sorrow and the moon of the actual nakahara chuuya, but i purposely alluded the name to happiness instead. lyubov means love, and it is also the name of one of the actual children of fyodor dostoevsky. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

ꨄ˙ TAGGING.: @chuunai @aureatchi (っ'ヮ'c) ₊˚⊹♡ !

this is a queued post by the way . . .

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