ja3hwa · 7 months ago
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♡ 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐔𝐩 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐂.𝐒 ♡
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【Synopsis】 : You had one job and three rules. And you broke every single one.
『Word count』 : 2.18k
-> Genre: Smut. Mafia Au.
Pairing: MobBoss!San x PrivateDriver!Reader 
[Warnings] : Swearing. Gun violence. Some angst. Mention of death. San's a bit bloody. Blood (obviously). Unprotected sex. Car sex. Squirting. Light-hearted banter. Hinting of sex work and abuse (doesn't go into detail). Speeding. Car chase. Fingering. Fucking while driving (don't do this). Pet names
Note: This is based on this drabble. Everyone liked it so much that i just had to make a full fic, hehe.
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“Oh no, I want to hear it, darling. What else would you find enjoyable to ride?” He shot the last of his drink, his hand evidently palming his clothed hard-on.
“I think you already know the answer, sir.”
“Hmm.” was all he responded with.
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That night you’d fuck yourself on your dildo with the idea of San palming himself while you drove. The way his pants were stuck in your brain, playing on repeat as he continued to pleasure himself while you drove him home. You couldn’t have dropped him off sooner, cause you swore he was going to cum in his pants if he kept going.
‘Until next time, bunny.’
His voice was so smooth. Deep. You know you were playing a dangerous game by becoming involved with a client much less a feared mob boss that would kill someone that looked at him the wrong way. But the way he looked at you through the mirror every time you drove him. He was always so happy to see you, chatting about anything to keep his mind off his work. You were an escape for him. Something that was a reminder he was supposed to be this angry man twenty-four-seven. No, he could, laugh, tease, flirt, with you and you’d either shut him down or egg him on. Both of which rial him up even more.
The idea of touching you, having you. Even if it was for one night, it was becoming increasingly more tempting. But alas, he knew you. You are professional, and you wouldn’t disobey your company’s rules.
Do not sleep with the clients.
But something deep in your soul was screaming at you that all of your morality was about to go out the window. You were sent to pick up a client on a south port right after they had finished some trade. Well, that was the plan, at least, but here you were sitting an hour later after the supposed pick-up. This is getting ridiculous. You thought, shifting in your seat, trying to keep your muscles awake. What is taking him so long?
You knew of the client. Some lowlife trying to make it big in the mafia world. How he managed to hire you was a mystery. Maybe a debt is being paid? Or some sweet talking. But then again, from what you heard, he had neither up his sleeve. You closed your eyes for a moment, just a moment, trying to rest the tired feeling you were experiencing behind your temple. Everything was quiet, peaceful almost… Well, that was until you heard a gunshot, then two more following it.
You sat up and looked around frantically, spotting a few men rushing out of the large barn that sat by the waterfront. They were chasing a man, a young feline looking—it’s San.
The side door opened to a bloody-looking man with a feverious smile. His adrenaline was pumping to the point that you could see the veins in his neck bulging. His gun was still tight in his grip, wiping his brow with the back of the same hand. “I need you to get us out of here, princess.”
“I..B-but. Wait. My client…” You were so confused, not even registering you started the car. The men that had been chasing San were hot on your tail, so you began to floor it through the back roads of the port.
“Uh, yeah, well. He’s dead. He didn’t like the deal I offered and the bitch thought he could beat it out of me. ME! The king of fucking Seoul. Fucking arrogant pig.” San rambled but you barely heard what he had to say about the client. No, all you could think about was getting the fuck out of dogged and away from any of the crooks San managed to piss off. But then again pissing people off seemed like San's specialty.
“Where do I even go from here those bastards are probably tracking my fucking car.” You’ve never spoken so out of line before in front of a client but here you were. San just raked his fingers through his dirty hair, licking his busted lip.
“Why would they be tracking us.” San started searching through the glove departments for any signs of a tracker, but you just huffed, clutching the wheel tighter before almost screaming at him.
“They would be tracking us ‘cause they are the ones that own this fucking car and I was supposed to drive their fucking boss to a fucking safe house you idiot.” You didn’t mean to blow up but the tension became so thick in the vehicle you felt like you had no choice. San sat still for a moment, never hearing someone call him out of his stupidity before other than his right hand, Wooyoung. The silence was making your skin crawl, making you suddenly aware you just yelled at a mob boss. A mob boss that was definitely packing some kind of weapon…The fucking king of Seoul as he put it. You suddenly felt a hand touch your thigh making your whole body jump and the car almost swerved off the road.
“Well go on. Get us out of here, darling.” His voice was smooth and collected. It made your head spin. “B-but the track—If we get far enough, the tracker won’t reach, and then we can dump the car and run." San chuckled, turning back to stare at the road. You, on the other hand, were struggling to keep focus on the tar in front of you. He hasn't moved his fucking hand…
You started to speed up, swerving through the small amounts of traffic. You kept eyeing the rear-view mirror checking your back, and you noticed several cars tailing you.
Bastards.
You took a sharp left, causing San to shift in his seat and his hand that was perched on your thigh to slide up higher. You visibly shivered, making San aware of where his hand went. He just smirked, "Such a good girl. Getting me out of here. Remind me, why you don't drive for me permanently again?"
"Cause you flirt too much and I'm…" you felt his finger brush against your inner thigh… "I-I'm in a contract with the company I work for."
"Hmmm, well, you know I'm pretty good at making contracts disappear." He dared to reach further, and you were delusional enough to open your legs a little for him.
"H-he'd kill me. I can't leave." There was so much more in your contract that San didn't know of, but he could think of a few things the scum bag made you do. You have a passion for driving and driving fast. And he used that to get you to do other shit for him. Bastard.
"You won't have to ever do anything for him ever again. Come home with me. I'll look after you. Let you ride any of my cars… and anything else you might want…" he leaned towards your tense frame, seeing your knuckles turn white from how hard you held the wheel. "I'd give you the moon if you asked, darling. Anyone for my best girl."
My best girl…. oh, now your head is definitely spinning. Your foot hit the gas harder, reaching a long stretch of dirt road. Sitting at 90, you jumped to 120. "S-san…"
He popped the button of your dress pants, slipping his fingers delectably down until they grazed your bare core.
125km/h
"You like to be called my best girl, huh? Just need some praise, princess?" His breath tickled as he licked a strip along your neck up to your ear, biting your ear lob. All the while, his hand dipped further, running his long finger along your slit. "Fuck your soaked baby. Wet for me baby?" He chuckled, deeply.
You bit your lip, trying so hard not to close your eyes. "San p-please." You didn't know why you said that, but it was all you could think of. He pushed the pad of his finger against your clit, rubbing in slow little circles.
130km/h
"God you know how much I've thought about this pussy. How much I've dreamt about fucking her, tasting her. I bet you taste like fucking honey darling." His finger slid into your aching hole, making you gasp.
135km/p
Your watery eyes looked through the rear-view mirror, seeing no one behind you anymore, just a thick dust cloud created in your wake. You felt his finger slip in and out of you, making you open your legs wider for him. He chuckled, kissing your neck more until.
You slammed on the brakes, drifting the car through the dirt until it spun around and stopped in a sharp huff. Everything happened so quickly, but it was like you and San were in sync. Undoing your belts, he pulled his chair's brake, pulling the seat backwards so he had more leg room and was angled so you could climb on top of him.
Your lips captured his in a hot and messy kiss while his hand worked his belt and pants, slipping them down just enough so his naked ass could rest on the leather and his cock slapped against his clothed abdomen. You pulled your pants off while still in your seat. Ditching your slip-on sneakers before climbing onto his lap.
He gripped your blouse, ripping it off so the button flew everywhere. Neither of you cared though. Not as his lips latched on the top of your breasts, tugging your bra down so your tits could spill over the top. "Fuck,"
He groans as he catches a glimpse of your body. You are perfect, better than he imagined. "This was not how I wanted to ravish you."
"Yes, it was, don't fucking lie." You cut him off with another kiss. In truth, you were right. He had many dreams of fucking you senselessly in one or all of his vehicles. Maybe even on his bike, too.
"It's the thought that counts." He laughed against your lips.
"Shut up." You pulled your panties aside, sinking your fingers inside yourself. San watch in awe as you stretched yourself out on top of his twitching cock. And as if you could get more perfect, you moaned his name while doing it.
"Fuck your gorgeous." He slammed his head back against the chair and groaned as he bucked his hips up to try and get some kind of friction. But what he didn't expect was to feel your hand wrap tightly around his aching shaft. "Jesus fuck.."
It was your turn to giggle now, shifting your weight you lined your soaking entrance to his red angry cock tip, letting him breach your walls with a pop. You slowly sank down on his inch by inch. His hands flew for your hips, helping you bottom him out. "Saaniie y-you're huge. Fuck."
"Don't say shit like that. I-Fuck.. I won't last." His eyes hazily gazed to where you were connected feeling you pull up, then slam back down onto his cock. You circled your hips, drawing loud moans from both of you. Your hands fly to his shoulders, bringing his body closer to yours. Chest to chest. San nuzzled his face into your neck, taking a large inhale through his nose. He could smell your sweet perfume mixing with the lude scent of sex.
"So perfect." He mumbled, bracing his feet to the floor before jackhammering into your soaked cunt. Your screams were muffled against his neck as his pace became ruthless and harsh. Your hips moved out of sync with his thrusts, perfectly letting you grind your clit against his pelvis, sending electricity up your spine.
"S-sann, I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum." You whimpered, biting down on his shoulder fearing to draw blood.
"Yes, cum baby. I want to feel you cum around my cock. Be a good girl." He groaned, holding you tighter, feeling his own high creeping closer. Your tummy tugged tight and snapped. Your hips stilling, taking San's abusive thrusts as you squirted all over his lap.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck." San slammed deep inside you, splurting his seed inside you, painting your walls with his cream. He kisses your shoulder, legs slightly shaking as he empties his load. You just laid there, taking every drop. Your pussy clenched around him, hissing at the sensitivity. Your fingers were laced in his hair, and his making shapes on your sweat-still clothed back.
"I broke the rules…" You whispered. San felt a little guilty that he made you break the rules of your company. He tainted you, and he was sorry for it. You'd never get another job as a driver if people found out you slept with a client. "You made me go over 140. You're lucky there weren't cops out here."
Oh, you were complaining about sleeping with him.
"That's what you're worried about." San had to laugh, hugging your figure tighter as he chuckled against your neck.
"Yes, I could have crashed and fucked the car."
"Yeah, instead, you just fucked me." You sat up and slapped his chest for that comment.
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osamucide · 16 days ago
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“So, here we are.”
It’s only a matter of time ‘til you start talking, was the last thing the redheaded mafioso told you as his grip on your hair loosened and you slumped forward into the chair once more. We’re gonna kill ya anyway. Just not before the boss gets his hands on you. Don’t you wanna make it easier on yourself?
You really do. You do want to make it easier on yourself. But you pledged your loyalty to your misfit faction of gifteds threatening the Port Mafia’s turf as of late—in a rather alarming way, it’s worthy to note—and as one of their highest profile members, as a leader and exemplar of the values of honesty and fairness that you promised to uphold and instill in your society as part of that pledge, you can not, in good conscience, betray what you know. What you call home.
There’s a cause at stake that is larger than your life. What kind of leader would you be if you crumbled? If you failed a cause that’s meant and hoped to outlive you anyway?
It’s your own fault you got caught to begin with.
It’s your own fault for thinking you could go out on recon in the dead of night by yourself. You’ve long known better that the Port Mafia doesn’t sleep; what you hadn’t known or expected was to run into the ruthless commander of the Black Lizard in a warehouse during the hours too late to be considered night, too early to be considered morning. The boss takes the liberty of reminding you.
“I think we’re all lucky Akutagawa’s built up some restraint over those impulses of his, hm?” he continues, his sharp dress shoes clicking cleanly against the concrete floor of wherever it is you’re being held. It just meant they already had their sights trained on you specifically before you started sneaking around—longer than you’d anticipated, and longer than you’d been prepared for. Had you brought along a few of your subordinates, you might’ve stood a chance—well, maybe against a group of low-ranked patrolmen. But that wasn't the case, and now, here you are. Caught.
You're hunched over, wrists at your back, ankles bound, the way Nakahara left you; assured fingertips—softer this time, but only marginally so—find the spot on the crown of your head that he favored earlier and you find yourself held up by your hair once more, wincing through a crusted-over bloody nose into the eyes of the boss—Osamu Dazai.
What strikes you first, aside from the sting curling across your scalp, is the utter emptiness in his stare—the first brown irises you think you've ever seen entirely devoid of warmth. He regards you with an expression you can only place through your blear as distaste—maybe a little boredom, then maybe a contradictory twinge of amusement when you sniffle. You're wholly unsure. All you know is it feels like whiplash when he lets you go and your chin snaps back down to your chest.
"Pretty thing," you almost don't hear him say; you're focused on registering the cuffs falling away from your wrists, the way your upper body is sent forward, and the fact that you can use the momentum to propel yourself up—or try, rather, but you're absolutely concussed and you forget your ankles, having lost feeling now from the restraints, are still attached to the seat. Your palms hit the concrete, the back of the chair knocks into your lower back and you yelp; suddenly you're a pathetic, twisted mess facedown on the ground.
He's chuckling. You can't imagine it reaching those eyes.
And if he's going to strip you of your dignity by laughing, well, at least you were upright before. Now, as your elbows give beneath your own weight, there's tears springing to your eyes; you're sure if they were to fall they'd streak through a layer of grime. And it's not from the pain—no, if you were going to cry from the pain, you would've a lot long ago. You can't remember how long you've been in here, and there's no window, no clock to give you any grace, but it has to have been at least a couple of days. Your body threatens to cry from the sheer humiliation of being crumpled beneath this chair, unable to scramble up—as your cheek hits the floor, a tear crawls across the bridge of your nose and you swear you can hear it echo as it splatters—while this man laughs at you.
By the grace of some god, you feel your tingling feet and ankles coming back to life as he undoes the bindings around them. And you scramble, not unlike a bug, when he lifts the chair off of you and tosses it aside, but still, your body fails you, and he's walking around you to crouch down near your face.
You see him before you feel him; the Port Mafia boss is willing you up by your arms, setting you on your ass, almost sympathetically, as you combat your sniveling. Still crouched, he speaks again only when you look to him, your eyes brimming with disgust.
He speaks softly, like he almost feels sorry for you as he does. "You're free to go, if you can get up."
But you're not stupid enough to try again. The tingling has morphed to the stage which it starts to almost hurt; you don't trust your feet, and only when you try to draw your knees up to your chin do you realize how badly all of your muscles tremble—too badly to make it up the daunting set of stairs that lead to the exit of your chamber. You wish he wouldn't watch you. You'd surely try if he left you alone. You'd look for something, anything, around you that you could use against him—there's nothing in the room other than your chair, a solid oak dresser with drawers against the wall, and your limp, abandoned bindings. You'd shoot him if your gun hadn't been confiscated first thing, and if he wasn't undoubtedly armed himself. Anyway, he gazes at you, intently, still swirling back and forth across the line that separates boredom from amusement. You won't get away with anything beneath his stare.
So you don't try. Your ass hurts, too—that damn chair wasn't forgiving at all, and your palms sting when you touch your own skin. You ache all over, in every joint, like you've got some mutant strain of the flu, and your head pounds with icepick intensity. It's a struggle just to look at him, despite the dimness, despite your desperation. So you don't. You curl in on yourself, and you don't cry. And he stares.
He hums, standing back up. His eyes on you—they feel like ice.
"Chuuya couldn't get anything out of you," he sighs, recounting it like he's briefing you on the morning news. "But you look pretty close to breaking. I'll have to thank him for getting you started."
"Kill me." You mean to spit it at him, but your voice shakes out, hoarse. "You won't get anything from me. Just kill me."
"Oh, but that wouldn't be as much fun yet." He's smiling; you could almost mistake it for a kind expression if it wasn't for those eyes. He's reaching for you again, deceivingly soft—you know it's deceit, how he gathers you up onto your feet with near-gentleness and leads you over to the dresser. He doesn't look strong, but he must be; you're mostly dead weight when he picks you up to sit you on the wooden surface, let you lean back against the wall.
You know what comes next for someone like you when you're faced with someone like him. You don't know what he's rifling around in one of the dresser drawers for, but it hardly matters; he's shuffled himself between your knees, and your closed eyes will not be enough to shut him out; you're already so exhausted. You're already dead, and you try to take comfort in that fact while he picks up your wrist, trails his fingers over it like you're as fragile as you look.
It's when you feel something cold against your forearm that your eyes snap open again, searching.
He looks sharper than the knife. It's a switchblade, glinting as it lays flat against the vains in your wrist; Osamu Dazai's lips twitch into a smile for the first time you've ever seen as you glance between him and it.
"Please don't," you whisper, but it's too late.
One horizontal slash against your arm. At this point it almost feels familiar, like a routine injection. A shot of whisky. You wince, but don't whine.
It's deep enough to pour. Your blood is warm as it circles your wrist like a bracelet, warm as it soaks through the knee of your pants when he drops it like you're a ragdoll to pick up your other one.
"You can cooperate and they won't have to match," he mumbles casually, tracing the tip of the knife across your palm like a pencil across paper as he studies your face.
You close your eyes again, tilting your head back. This isn't the worst of what you've experienced down here. It'll take more than a few slashes on the wrist to make you talk.
Before you can assert that, another one. Opposite arm. They match.
He clicks his tongue like he's disappointed in you. Like he doesn't like having to do this. But when you open your eyes again, that little smile is still there, cracked into his pale face.
You don't have to say it'll take more than that. He knows.
That's why the tip of the blade presses into the space between your collarbones, above the neckline of your shirt.
You suppose you've been lucky to keep it on this long.
So when he drags the knife down, slicing cleanly through the fabric and catching the skin of your chest, abdomen along it a couple times, you don't budge. You don't let yourself look scared. You don't twitch at the hand gripping your thigh hard while he nudges the tattered piece of cloth down your shoulders to expose your heaving chest. That's the most glaring giveaway—your breathing. And now that your shirt is gone, he can see it clear as day.
"Shame Chuuya had to go for your nose." That almost sympathetic tone is back. His thumb comes to swipe at the blood dried above your lips. You jerk your head away, but fall back into his hand when the icepick stabs again. Fuck, it hurts. Your head hurts worse than anything, probably thanks to said nose shots. Your heartbeat is in your temples. "But it's okay. You're still pretty."
You'd be flattered under other circumstances. It's true you could say the same about him, but it's all clouded, hidden beneath the malice he inflicts upon you with such ease.
That smile widens.
"I might have to mark it up, though," he remarks. That false regret—it makes you boil. "Which is too bad."
You've bargained down here, but you figure through your haze, through your bleeding arms, to try again. "You don't have to do this. We can reach an agreement."
"An agreement, you say," he zeroes in on you, hands on either side of your hips as he leans forward to meet you at eye level. "An agreement. What would that look like for you?"
"You can kill me," you concede, breathless. "Let me tell my men to stand down and then you can kill me. It can be over. We won't have to deal with each other again. Ever."
Osamu Dazai looks at you thoughtfully, like he's considering, like he hadn't thought of that as an option before.
You are, unfortunately, stupid enough to let a flicker of hope arise inside you. Even if you die—when you die, you can spare yourself from more suffering and your faction will back off. You will let yourself be the example of what will happen, and no one part of your cause will be subjected to this treatment; you're okay with that, you're okay with being a martyr, if it only means it can all be over—if it only means it won't happen ever again.
Dazai looks to you again. Cold. "You can tell your men to stand down," he begins, fanning that flicker.
You take a deep breath.
"...After I'm done with you."
You're not fully sure what that means until his fingers are popping the button on your pants.
He's got no intention of letting you die in anything less than agony, you realize, no matter what you say.
Tears well up again. You shake your head, kick at him with your weakened legs, but he dodges you easily, picks up the knife again as your trousers settle beneath your knees and you mutter no, no, no over, over. He pushes them off, with your underwear, to the ground and kicks them away, grabbing your flailing hands and holding them to the wood as he threatens you with the restraints once more.
"You're gonna fuckin' talk either way," he growls through his teeth, the first hint of frustration finally seeping into his demeanor, into his eyes. It's gone in a second; gone, replaced with that stale amusement, more chilling than the frustration perhaps, and you almost wish for him to be angrier, more explosive like the executive named Chuuya had been. This quiet rage that seems to be his trademark is far scarier. You can't bite back at it. Especially with your bare ass against the dresser, you can't find your own volatility. It's stuck in your chest. He disarms it, like magic, with each conspiratorial smile, each gentle caress. You can't get around it.
You get your wish when one of his hands grips the column of your throat, throttles your hammering skull back against the wall. You finally whine at the pain. Your hands flail still, clawing at him more out of instinct than anything, but the switchblade is enough to chase you away as he leans into you, pins you in place with his hips—pathetic, as you collect cuts and gashes across your knuckles, fingers, palms while he undoes his belt.
You can feel his throbbing tip against your pelvis as he scoots you closer to him by the small of your back; the blade flips in his grasp and finds a path to hover, pointed over your eye and you catch his wrist as he tells you—
"Keep squirming and this goes through your eyeball right to your brain."
What else can you do but let all your tense limbs fall to rest? You feel him poking you uncomfortably, hotly as you crane your neck away from the knife; you're caught. You're really caught, more than you have been the entire time you've been down here. Squirm one way, suffer another. You're stuck between a rock and a hard place and the hope you had, so brutally snuffed out by his cutting words, all dead now, like you will be soon, almost lets you look at him like a man you could want. You would, certainly, under normal circumstances. But you're bleeding, you're concussed, your body is giving up and he's the most powerful man in Yokohama and the way his bangs curtain over his eyes after he pushes them back has you, in your delirium, hesitantly linking your ankles around his waist and it's numbly and distantly infuriating, the relief that washes over your body when you drape onto him, but it's relieving no less, and he's almost beautiful to you if you just don't think too hard about any of it.
Don't think too hard about any of it.
Steal it back from him—look like you could like it through the dwindling coherence you have, and maybe you can steal it back from him.
You find yourself smiling, too. Annoying, he thinks—he knows what you're doing. He holds the blade over your eye which falls shut and opens again in an unconcerned blink that could almost be considered sultry—you must be demented. He knows what you must be thinking. Knows what you must've snapped to.
So he flips the knife again—holds the blade, carefully, handle out, and dips it down to your cunt.
He wants to stab you when you roll your hips against it.
It would embarass you, how quickly you get yourself wet from grinding your clit on the handle of his blade, if you weren't so close to total depletion. Maybe, you think, if you grind hard enough you can get him to cut himself with it; you've never gone down without a fight, and just because you're at your wits end doesn't mean that'll change.
In fact, you channel it into everything you can give. You grind on the handle, and he watches you, cold eyes wholly unamused but now totally focused on you. You'll be a project. You'll make it difficult.
Good thing he likes a challenge.
Dazai's smug again when he pulls the knife back up and shoves the handle between your teeth; "Suck," he instructs you, and you do, widening your drooping eyes, swirling your tongue, urging him forward with your legs around his waist.
It's what you seem to want, you think he mumbles before he's pressing himself into you remorselessy; it hurts, the stretch—he harshly bypasses the ring of taut muscle at your entrance, plunging into you deep, and you whimper around the handle of the knife and he pushes that deeper, too, into your throat, and you gag as he splits you open and the tears finally fall. Not because it hurts or because you're overwhelmed but because you know, through all of it, you're going to break him the same way he and his men have broken you—even if not to the same degree, it'll be enough. A little victory to die with.
And he starts fucking you, fast.
With what little strength you have left, you tear the buttons of his shirt open. A bandaged torso, a chest heaving just as much as yours now—you look at him, ravenously, and he twirls the knife one more time to tell you to watch it, watch your hands, and as he fucks you he's grunting in irritation at your response, and the blade is at your throat, pressing uncomfortably close just like his tip had against your tummy and your moans are open-mouthed, loud, shameless as your nails rake up his chest, throat, and land in his hair. Your blood smears across his neck, across his shoulders.
"You're—ngh—you're fucking crazy," he hisses at you as you clench, arch, press your forehead to his almost like you're lovers. You have to be fucking crazy. The worst part for him—he isn't stopping you. Not that he can't, he just isn't; you're not supposed to enjoy this, but you're lapping your own blood up from his milky skin as the threat of a slit throat is suspended between the both of you and you're kissing him, kissing him and biting his lip, clashing your teeth; he tastes both of your blood and he's pressed the knife harder into your neck in his shock because you should be screaming, begging for him to stop but you're not—you're meeting his heavy thrusts with enthusiasm, deranged in your hysteria.
He's dredged up enough of your wetness now that you're squelching around him. You dig your teeth in deep when you feel the sting from the blade on the delicate skin of your neck; he's losing himself as much as you are yourself, and you're smiling still, smiling as finally as he wraps a cruel hand beneath your thigh and pushes it up to hit you deeper and the pleasure registers through the revenge and the hot, sticky blood. He might cut you to death before you cum but not before he does because you pull back and he's ruined—the most dangerous man in Yokohama, the boss of the Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai is crumbling to ruin inside your dripping cunt; you could laugh—you will laugh, when this is over, and you hope it'll haunt him until the day he's in his grave—but for now, you can only dig your fingernails into his scalp (a little more of his own medicine) and moan, gasp, sob over the way he drags himself in and out of you deliciously. It feels like heaven compared to everything you've been through at the hands of his subordinates in the last thirty-something hours.
Since you're not begging him to stop, you should be begging him to let you cum—but you're not doing that either, and the resolve of the boss of the Port Mafia is shattering, slowly—too quickly—as he pounds into you harder, harder, harder. Bandages coming unwrapped, sweat dripping from the perfect, pointed end of his nose; you lick that up too, gently as you can through the way he jostles your body with each of his movements.
"This the only way you get pussy, huh? Capturing and forcing it? Ungh—Pathetic fucking man," you groan out, smirk playing on your face as you fight the way your eyes roll back. Impossibly harder, faster.
"Sh-shut the fuck up, slut," he spits back at you. Those cold eyes burn.
"You're fucking a dead bitch," you taunt. You think he'll break you. You think you want him to. You think he already has. You have to do it back. "Slut."
The knife presses harder into your throat. You can feel the blood flowing freely.
"Talk or I'll fucking kill you before you cum." But his voice, so smooth and suave and bored and casual earlier, is so broken now, so clipped. "Tell me where those six fucking friends of yours are. I'll find them anyway."
Six friends—your executives and subexecutives. It pulls you out of the moment that he knows how many of you there are. But you put on a good show; you're a good leader who will die with their secrets. His threats are empty to you. You clamp down on him, you clasp your teeth into his jaw, his shoulder as his thrusts slow, still bruising but slow as you feel him coming unraveled—it's enough to send you over, too, blacking out and hearing only your own voice as you sob, squirt a pitiable orgasm onto his stomach but it's one nonetheless and his seed is filling you, warm. You come back to and find his eyes one last time as they fly open, glazed over. He's gorgeous. He really is. You don't mind that he's the last thing you'll see. How unfortunate he couldn't be the death of you in some other way. Maybe in some other life.
A final long slash to send you unconscious. A smattering of sizzling red across his face.
He watches your body collapse at the foot of the dresser. You could've been the death of him too, in some other life—he saw it in your eyes.
How unfortunate it all is.
Osamu Dazai, the boss of the Port Mafia, stands and stares at you, your weakening pulse, for a long time before he gets to cleaning up your blood.
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Author's Note: This is based on the idea I had on how it would feel to be going from PM!Dazai's behavior towards his darling to ADA!Dazai's behavior. I also think people forget that Dazai was a teenager while he was in the Port Mafia, so reader is also around his age.
Warnings: Implied Non-Con, Mental Abuse, Physical Abuse, Torture, Emotional Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Delusions, Child Abuse, Assault, Implied Murder, PTSD, Panic Attacks Mentioned, Mental Breakdowns, Suicide Dicussed, Teasing, Mocking, and Sadism.
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Is it possible for a man like Dazai to change?
That was the only thing on your mind. You had been stuck with the man for years, you can remember the day of your abduction perfectly.
It was quick.
You were walking home from work. After your mother lost her job it became quite hard for her to pay the bills, so you picked up a job at the local grocery store. Balancing both High School and Work was no easy task. Your normal schedule was going to school until 3, tutoring until 4, and from 4 to 11 it was straight work. You'd often have to pull all nighters just to do assignments.
The day of your abduction was the day all those all nighters caught up with you. You walked with a drag, your vision blurred as you tried to stay awake, and every few seconds you'd let out a yawn. Normally you'd take the bus home or one of your co-workers would give you a ride, but recently you guys had grown short on staff, making you the only worker that night, and since it was a holiday the bus was running on a different schedule. Knowing what you knew about Dazai, he planned this all perfectly.
As you were walking you bumped into him, and maybe it was your exhaustion, but the moment you bumped into his chest you fell into his arms, your body going limp as he held you tightly.
That was the day you lost all freedom.
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"Wake up Princess/Princie~"
Opening your eyes, staring down at you was a suspiciously happy Dazai. You only stared at him as he sat next to you on the bed. When he initially kidnapped you, you were kept in a cell in the Port Mafia base.
You still remember how cold it was in there. The blood. The noise. Everything that took place in that cell still haunts you to this day. The very reminder of it sends a chill down your spine.
Now, the room you were kept in was actually a room. A queen sized bed in the middle, a vanity in the corner, a closet next to it, and on the other side of the room was a door that led to the bathroom. The room was decorated to your liking, but the only downside was the massive window that was barred up, forever reminding you of a freedom so close yet so far from your grasp.
"What's the matter? You still mad at me?" Dazai asked in his infamous baby voice, putting his hands on your cheeks in order for you to meet his gaze.
You only turned you head away, keeping your mouth shut.
Letting out a sigh, Dazai spoke. "Hey, don't be like that, Y/N."
You still didn't budge.
"You know that bastard deserved it."
"Did he, Dazai? Did he?" You snapped, now sitting up.
"Traitors don't live, Y/N," Dazai said nonchalantly as he got off the bed. "You should know that better then anyone."
You do.
"Why are you up so early?" You asked.
"The boss has a mission for Chuuya and I. I should be back around midnight, so you can do whatever you want in here until then!"
"Dazai."
"Hm?"
"Can I...," You paused, clenching your fist. "Ask you something?"
"Of course my dear! Ask away."
"When...when will you let me out?"
You felt energy in the room switch as Dazai's face dropped.
"Oh...My sweet, little Y/N," Dazaj cooed as he made his way towards you, gently grabbing your face. "You're a smart girl/boy. I know you know the awnser to that. Or will I have to remind you?"
His question immediately struck you with fear as you look up to him in a panic. Your hands shook as you tried to get him hands off your face, but his nails only dug further.
"Will I?"
The bloodlust in his tone. The emptiness in his eyes. It's all too familiar.
"No...no! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I'm sorry for asking, just please..." You pleaded as you gripped your hair, you eyes fixated on your lap as memories flooded your mind. "Not again.'
You could sense the smirk on his face as he kissed your forehead. "Smart choice. "
As you watched him leave through the exit of your prison, you could feel a tear roll down your face as the door slammed shut.
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Chuuya was the only person in the entire Port Mafia who you felt cared at least a little bit about your situation. Besides you and Mori, he knew just how cruel Dazai could be, and whenever he spotted whatever bandages were on your body, for the quickest second you could see sympathy in his eyes. You remember one time he found you crying in your cell after one of Dazai's punishments. Your body was in so much pain that you could barely move, and your mind was scattered that you couldn't even think straight. You were naked and cold, but your skin burned in pain.
Tilting his head down, using his hat to hide his gaze, Chuuya quietly opened the cell, laid his coat over you, and walked out just as quickly and quietly as he had entered.
However, you kept your fondness of Chuuya a secret from Dazai. You knew Dazai would never kill Chuuya even if he found out about his acts of kindness. Jealous? Most likely. Angry? Definitely not. Dazai saw and knew everything you did, every thought you had, you knew that he most likely knew. He was always watching you, or at least he made you believe so.
And that was why you haven't escaped yet.
The thing is, escaping Dazai is easy, stupidly easy, but staying free was damn near impossible. He could find you in a matter of seconds, or you would run back before he realized you were gone. You see, there was 1 time you escaped Dazai, and it was a moment that you would never forget. He made sure of that.
It was a week after your abduction. You were able to notice that everytime Dazai left for a mission, he'd never lock your door. So, when he told you that he'd be gone for a couple of days in order to complete a mission, you took that as your chance.
You were able to make it to the city were you wandered around for a bit. Eventually your exhaustion caught up to you, so you seemed refuge in a random motel after pretty guilt tripping the owner into letting you spend the night.
You feel bad that owner.
In the middle of the night, the motel caught, and by the time you woke up, Dazai was staring down at you, his empty eyes staring into yours.
Up until this point Dazai hadn't done anything to you. The most he would do was come into your cell and cuddle you for hours on end while telling you about his day. He seemed so soft despite the vibe he gave off. Sometimes he'd drag you to meeting with him where he'd nuzzle into your neck. But, this mistake flipped a switch a switch in him.
You lost your innocence that night.
Bruises, cuts, and bites littered your body, and all you did afterwards was hug your knees and stare blankly into space. Nothing could break you out of of that state, anything to make you forget what happened, anything to forget the pain.
He didn't stop there though. Night after night he'd escalate things further and further. At one point he broke both of your legs, dislocated your shoulders, and broke your fingers. He made sure one of your fingers healed incorrectly just for it to be a permanent reminder. And didn't stop at physical stuff either.
For nights on end he'd force you stay awake, and he'd play mind games with you too. He'd force you to complete nearly impossible task in your exhausted state, and then mock you to tears when you couldn't do them.
He did this for days just to teach you a lesson. When the lesson was over you were broken in, just like that. In the span of two weeks you became his lap dog, and he was disappointed at how easily you broke. I mean, why wouldn’t it be easy? You were only 16.
Any escape attempt after this would result in a panic attack. You would run back to your room where Dazai would be waiting, and while you had tears rolling down your cheeks, you'd run into his arms in order to seek even a little bit of comfort.
After a week of isolation, it was like another switch happened in Dazai. One day he came down to your cell and just broke down. You had never seen the man cry before. He then hugged you while spitting out a bunch of apologies.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just..." Dazai started before his voice lowered into a whisper, his gaze fixated on the floor. "I never wanted to hurt you...never. I was just so... I'm sorry. I'll take care of everything, ok?"
Sometimes you forget he's just like you, a kid. A sadistic, scarily intelligent kid, but a kid none the less. You soon learned why he kidnapped you, what his motive was.
He wanted to feel something. Anything. The boy was hallow, a cunning killing machine. His entire personality was an act. If you were to cut him open, you'd find nothing. And somehow, he gravitated towards you.
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"Do you enjoy living?"
Dazai laid his head in your lap, his arms wrapped your waist as you ran your fingers through his hair. In the past couple months things have cooled down. You've lost any hope of escaping or for him to become any less cruel, so now you just follow his commands. Life has been easier this way, not enjoyable, but easier.
"Hm?" You responded, meeting his gaze.
"Your life. Everyday was the same thing. School, tutoring, work. Did you enjoy any of it?"
"Well, no, but it was worth it. Whenever I'd come home my mom would always be waiting for me at the dining table. Even as she got worse, she still was always there no matter how late I got home. And when I showed her my first paycheck," You face soften in remembrance. "The smile on her face made it all worth it."
Dazai was silent for a few moments for snuggling against your stomach.
"Humans confuse me."
You knew better than to ask him to elaborate. It's not because he'd be mad or anything, but you knew his awnser would leave you sleepless.
A life with Dazai was a life with uncertainty, unpredictability. Some days he'd be this soft little thing, clinging onto you like a baby and craving all your attention, whining when he didn't get it. But on other days, he'd force you to witness the execution of Mafia members, drag you on life threatening missions, use you as a pawn on missions, and force you witness his cruelty first hand.
Sometimes it's hard to believe he loves you. Sometimes you think you're just a pawn in his game.
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Akutagawa hated your guts.
You got Dazai's praise, attention, and approval, and you did nothing to earn it. Anytime you looked at him, you see the hatred in his eyes.
A year after your abduction, Dazai started bringing you to his little trainings with Akutagawa, and you had one rule: Don't get close.
Seeing his treatment of the boy made you believe that you hadn't experienced the worse of his torment.
One day you couldn't watch it anymore. Dazai had kicked the boy so hard that he was coughing up blood.
"Get up," Dazai commanded coldly, slowly making his way towards the boy.
He was so weak that he could barely support his weight. They had been going at this for hours now.
"A weak dog is dead dog," Dazai said, pulling his gun out from his coat. "And dogs like you, don't deserve to be in the Port Mafia."
You watched as Akutagawa slammed his eyes shut as he gritted his teeth, preparing himself for death.
"STOP!"
You had hugged Dazai from behind, hugging him tightly as you looked up at him with teary eyes. His eyes remained cold as he looked down at you.
"Please...stop. Give the boy a break."
Dazai still looked down at you silently.
"For me, please."
You felt relief wash over you body as you heard Dazai let out a sigh.
"Fine," Dazai said with an annoyed yet defeated look on his face, turning around as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, throwing the gun in the process. "Don't think I'll be easy on you next time, Akutagawa."
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The day Dazai left the Port Mafia is a day that you can never forget.
When he came to your room, he looked tired. Both physically and mentally. He didn't say a word as he sat down next to you on the bed.
After a few moments of silence, he spoke.
"Odasaku is died."
You felt your soul leave your body as those words left his mouth. You had met Oda a few times whenever Dazai would drag you to the bar with him, and he always treated you with kindness. He'd often scold Dazai for his treatment of you, but Dazai always ignored him.
You liked Oda, him and Chuuya made your life a little bit more enjoyable with their kindness.
You stayed silent at Dazai's words. Dazai didn't look like he was here, completely spaced out from the world. You had never seen Dazai like this, and it honestly scared you.
Scooting over next to him, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Dazai?"
You didn't know if it was grief or what, but you never saw Dazai like this. You didn't know what to do. If you didn't do anything he could punish you once he became stable, or if you did the wrong thing he'd also punish you later. You were lost, you were confused, and you were scared.
"I'm leaving the Port Mafia."
"...What?"
"I'm leaving the Port Mafia," Dazai said before turning to look at you. The emptiness in his eyes sent a chill down your spine. "And you're coming with me."
What happened after that was a blur. All you remember was walking out of the Port Mafia building with a small backpack on, with Dazai holding you hand.
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The two of you had found an apartment and had been living there for awhile.
After Dazai left the Port Mafia he completely rebranded himself. He seemed so much livelier, so much happier, so much more energetic. You honestly like this new Dazai. You didn't know if if was an act or not, but at least he was treating you better.
One day he came home with a genuine smile on his face.
"Dazai?" You called out as you sat down in front of the TV, watching a show you started but never got finish due to your kidnapping.
"I got a job!" Dazai responded excitingly, sitting down next to on the couch.
"Really? Where?"
"At this detective agency for the gifted."
You were honestly caught off guard. Dazai, a detective? Never in all your days would you think Dazai of all people would help stop crime.
You did your best to hide your confusion though, mostly because you've never seen Dazai so happy. This happiness didn't seem fake, it looked genuine.
"That's nice," You replied, doing your best to put on a smile before going back to your show.
"Guess what I'm thinking, Y/N."
This wasn't going to be good. You just knew it.
"Um, what are you thinking, Dazai?"
"You're getting a job," Dazai said, a smirk on his face as he spoke.
You dropped the bowl of cereal you were eating in complete shock.
"What...?"
"Yeah, I think you should go out more, see new things, make friends, you know, normalcy and things like that."
He was messing with you. This had to be a test. He was testing your loyalty. He wanted to if you'd awnser correctly. The Dazai you know would never tell you this and mean it. Sure he was being a lot nicer now, but this is just like how he first kidnapped you. The calm before the storm.
"Um, no, I'm good," You responded, turning away from Dazai. "I don't wanna, I'm ok."
"...Don't lie to me, Y/N," Dazai said coldly, sending a chill down your spine.
What? You awnsered correctly though.
"W-What?" You asked, turning around to face Dazai.
"I know you want to go out. I know you want to see people again, make friends," Dazai responded as he got closer to you. You didn't dare to back away, but what he said next dazed you. "See your mother again."
You hadn't seen your mother in almost two years.
"You're lying."
"Nope, got her address and everything right here," Dazai said before pulling out a piece of paper.
You immediately leap towards the paper, but Dazai raised it above his head, just out of your reach.
"Nah uh uh, you get this paper if you promise me that you'll go out."
"I promise, I promise, just give me it!"
"Aye, don't be rude," Dazai said, flicking your forehead before handing you the paper.
This had to be a dream. This was way too good to be a dream.
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You still can't go out.
The paper with all your mother's information on it haunts you as you sit on the couch, staring at the door as you hug your knees.
You don't know what it is. Dazai's at work most of the time during the day, leaving you alone most of the time. The doors are unlocked, hell, he even gave you a key, but you just can't leave. Everytime you get close to the door you feel your lungs collapse. Your throat closes, you mind gets scattered, you can't think straight.
One time you stuck your foot out and immediately flung into a panic attack. Your breath was short, mind racing. You remember slamming the door shut and crying on the floor until Dazai came home. Anytime you got close to the door, images of your past escapes would flash in your head. Each and every one of them ended with you facing Dazai's torment.
Yeah he left the Port Mafia, but Dazai is still Dazai. This is all one big test to see how much you've learned, the paper was just something to allure you into escaping. You weren't failing this time.
"Still on the couch?" Dazai asked, almost sounding disappointed and worried all at the same time as he sat next to you. "Remember our deal?"
"Take it," You said, your voice and eyes empty as you gave his the crumbled up piece of paper.
Dazai just stared at you as he took the paper. You couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"I passed your test," You continued before lying down on the couch.
Dazai didn't say anything after that. He just stood up and walked away, not even sparing you a glance.
Sitting in your shared bedroom, Dazai stared up at the ceiling as he spoke to himself.
"They’re not leaving willingly anytime soon. I conditioned them too well."
Dazai didn't even notice, but tears were starting to form in his eyes as he spoke.
"They're leaving. They're getting a life."
The next morning you didn't wake up on the couch like you thought, but instead you were sitting on a bench in the center of the city, the paper you gave Dazai in your hand.
"Huh? What? Where... How?" You couldn't even form a coherent sentence as you looked up at the city around you. It was all so overwhelming.
As you walked down the street you kept your head low, trying to balance your nerves as you stared at the address written on the paper. You've waited two whole years for this very moment, a moment you thought you would only be a dream has finally came true.
The apartment your mother had now lived in was far more rundown and ghetto than the last one the two of you shared. The neighborhood was dangerous and the complex was filthy.
As you stood infront of your mother's door, you didn't know what you were going to say to her. Where you going to tell her what happened or just leave her in the dark? You honest weren't sure. Before you could decide what you were going to say, your knuckles were already meeting against wood of the door.
"Hello, can I..."
Standing infront of you was your mother. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept in days. But, the moment your mother locked eyes with you, the two of you were left speechless.
The two of you didn't say a single word as you fell into your mother's arms. You didn't even realize tears were rolling down your face as you hid your head in your shoulder.
"Mama..."
That was all you could say. Your voice was cracking as you hugged your mother tighter, as if she was going to disappear if you didn't.
"Shhh, it's alright," Your mother said gently as she rubbed your back. Even when flooded with overwhelming emotions, your mother was always able to remain composed and calm you down. "What happened baby?"
"I'm sorry mama, I'm sorry I didn’t... I didn't want to leave."
"I know baby, I know."
"I didn't want to leave you mama. I never did. I didn't wanna go, but I couldn't come back."
"Shhhh, calm down, I know, it's ok. Come inside and I'll fix you something, ok?"
Rubbing your eyes, you weakly gave her your response. "Ok."
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You never told your mother about Dazai or what truly happened. Anytime you'd get close to telling her, an image of Dazai's face would flash into your head and all those memories would come right back to you.
Your mother had made you your favorite, and at the moment it felt like the world didn't matter. It felt like you were back before everything happened, the time before all the pain, all the trauma, it felt, peaceful. And you couldn't remember the last time you felt true peace.
"What are going to do now?" Your mother asked, sitting down in front of you as you ate.
"I don't know. I need to get a job, but I don't know where to start."
"One of my friends daughters works in one of the stores at the mall, maybe I can get you in contact with them. That'd be nice, right?"
"Maybe."
"Where you living now?"
That question made your blood run cold. She couldn't find out about Dazai. Rebrand or not, Dazai was still Dazai, and you wouldn't let yourself be fooled into thinking otherwise. This wasn't the first time he's pulled something like this, but this time it was going on for a bit too long.
"An apartment downtown. The landlord is letting me live there rent free until I can get back on my feet."
"That's nice."
"Yes," You said before drinking you tea. "It's...nice."
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"Ah! You're back," Dazai said as he stood up from the couch, making his way to you.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I don't what happened but I woke up outside and-"
"Shhhh, I know everything. Was it nice?"
"...No."
"Be honest, Y/N."
"...It was... It was the nicest thing I've gotten in the past two years."
"That's what I thought," Dazai responded before caressing your cheek. "I want you getting out the house more. I won't punish you, I won't hurt you ever again, you have my word Y/N."
You stayed silent. Don't trust him.
"Y/N."
Don't trust him.
"I'm sorry."
Looking up at Dazai, your eyes widened as you saw tears build up in his eyes. Before you knew it, he was holding you tight, hiding his in your shoulder as he spoke.
"You didn't deserve it, you didn't deserve any of it. I love you with all of my heart, I don't know what I'd do without you. I won’t hurt you again, I won't let myself go that far. You are the sweetest person in the world and I corrupted you with my pain. I love you; I'm sorry that I hurt you, and I'll forever be sorry for that, even after I take my final breath."
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It's been a few years since then, and a lot of things have changed. You've gotten a job at the mall and you've became best friends with your co-worker Jojo. The two of you always hang out after work and she's gotten you to go out more. You've made a few new friends but you still get anxious talking to people.
You've met Dazai's co-workers and they all adore you, this kid Atsushi especially. He seems to be Dazai's apprentice and he's always the first one to talk to you whenever you come by the agency.
Ranpo is kinda bratty but he's a really smart guy. You were pretty suprised you found out his age, but you like talking to him about mysteries and his latest jobs. He never fails to suprise you, but he always makes you feel stupid with his arrogance. He's the only one in the ADA that knows about your true history with Dazai, and it was simply by observing your guys' interactions. To the outside the two of you see normal, but Ranpo is able to notice the smallest details that made him figure out the dark history of you and Dazai.
You're pretty sure Kunikida has a crush on you. Any time the two of you talk he's always beet red and gets annoyed whenever Dazai comes along.
You enjoy talking with Kyoka, you're pretty sure she sees you as a big sister. She's always trying to impress you and likes to follow you around. One time you bought a kimono with one of your paychecks and she hugged you so tight that she didn't let go for an hour. For a stone faced child she's truly a sweetheart.
Akiko and you hang out all the time. The two of you often go shopping together and she was the one who explained how abilities worked to you. The two of you were at a bar when she explained it and you quite shocked to say the least. Dazai never explained it to you, it was more like something that was constantly brought up and you had to figure out how it worked on your own.
Now you and Dazai. To say in simple terms, your relationship is complicated. He doesn't hurt you physically, but he still plays mind games with you, but it's just not as obvious. The relationship feels more normal, but his obsessive tendencies still shine through despite his lack of violence. Anytime you go out he always implies that he'll know everything you do. At work, hang out, clubs, everything, he's always watching. So, despite your new found freedom, you're very anxious, and still don't interact with men that Dazai doesn't know. He even met your mother and she adores him. You still do your best to prevent her from finding out the truth about Dazai.
But, if you ignore all of his flaws, Dazai might as well be the perfect boyfriend. He always buys you gifts, takes you on dates, and actually does couple stuff with you. If you ignore the past and that feeling of anxiousness whenever you're with or without Dazai, you would say that you wouldn't ask for anything better.
Right?
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╰┈➤ Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Atsushi Nakajima
Warning(s): Men, Blood, Mentions of Bruises, Scars, and Scratches, NOT PROOFREAD.
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Is he sick? Is he nervous? Scared or upset? What do I do...? Do I...Hold his hand?
⚘��Osamu Dazai
"I can't find her." He whispers, his eyebrows furrowing as he grits his teeth. "What?!" Kunikida pushed his glasses up to his face, as he turned to his fellow worker. "I can't find [Name]!" The brown-haired man snapped, throwing away a metal bar that was in their way.
He didn't expect this mission to be scary for him, he didn't know where you were after that explotion. God, why did you have to use your ability. All he heard from you before your disapperance was a "Bang." coming out of your mouth, which caused this big explotion, leading to them losing you.
"Keep looking for her! Atsushi, you look in that direction!" Kunikida ordered. You stood on a pile of cement, watching the three as they call out your name. Only for both Atsushi and Kunikida disappearing in your sight, leaving the poor Dazai who was throwing away piles of dirt and other materials which were used in this abandoned construction sight.
You slid down, walking behind the brown-haired male, still throwing away rubbish. "Samu." You spoke, poking the man's back. He turned around, hearing that nickname of his made his heart drop. "[Name]..." He sighed, closing his eyes. "Sorry, did I scare you?" You teased. "You did." He replied, shortly. You noticed his change of mood, maybe he really was scared.
You notice his hands shaking, holding them and felt the coldness of it running through your fingertips. "Your hands...are cold." You commented.
He blinked, looking at your hands which were intertwining with his. He smiled, "Your hands are warm." He proceeded to hug you tight. "Just don't disappear again...Please."
🍁Chuuya Nakahara
"[Name]?" He called out for you, staying silent as he waited for a response. He knocked at your door, you were hella quiet in your office. At this time you'd be blasting music, and he'd be the one to tell you to keep it down. But today, it was quiet...Too quiet.
"[Name], did you fall asleep? Open the damn door!" He huffed, his patience shortening. He had enough, kicking down the door as a thud was heard, after. He looked at the empty chair. Darkness was invading the area.
"Where the..." He fell silent again, his heart dropped. 'Maybe she went out on a mission...' He tried convincing himself that you were just in the building. He walked out of your office, walking through the dark quiet halls.
He stood infront of two large doors, the office of the Port Mafia's Boss. He knocked, pulling up his coat's sleeve as it was about to fall off. "Enter." He heard, opening the large door as he stepped inside.
"Boss." He spoke, while walking towards the man who was seated, a little blonde girl doodling by his side. "Chuuya. What brings you here? Any trouble with the oth-"
"Where's [Name]? Is she on a mission?" He asked directly, even if he tried to hide it, his tone of voice laced with fear and worry. The boss seemed to catch up, "She's with Akutagawa and Higuchi, I suppose. Higuchi-kun came here to ask permission to join in a fellow mafia." He raised a brow.
He heard Chuuya swear under his breath. The boss leaving a breathless laugh, "Don't worry. I'm sure Akutagawa knows what he's doing. I'm afraid he doesn't want you to be upset." Chuuya turned his back, "He's making me quite upset now. If Higuchi comes in, tell her to go to my office, please." Chuuya bowed his head after earning a nod from Mori.
As he went out, he heard the sound of footsteps nearing. He furrowed his brows, gritting his teeth as he used his gravity to go to the location of the footsteps in the speed of light. "Higuch-" He stopped, nearly hitting the girl who stood infront of him, nearly falling backwards, he tries keeping his balance.
"[Name]!" He held both of your shoulders, checking around your face and body if you had any bruises or scars. "I'm okay, Chuuya." He glared at you, "I said you're my partner, not theirs, your mission is my mission, and my mission is yours."
You giggled at his words, "I know, I know, don't be mad now.." He removed his hands from your shoulders. "One of your gloves fell." You commented, about to pick it up when he placed his hand on it first. As you placed your hand ontop of his, you felt the coldness of it.
"You wear gloves, how come your hands are cold?" You put your hand away as you both stood up still. "It's nothing." He wore his glove, trying to avoid that topic. "You were scared, weren't you?" You teased, earning an eye roll from Chuuya. "What if I was?" He huffed. You leaped into his arms, giving him a big hug. "I'm here now..."
☘️Ryunosuke Akutagawa
"Let's split up!" You shouted, hearing explotions from here and there. You were in a battle field with Atsushi and 3 other of his co-workers. They were much more stronger than some of your men. "That'll be the dumbest thing to do! Don't!" Akutagawa shouted back as he fought Atsushi with Rashomon. "I'm sorry!" You replied before hitting Atsushi from behind, dragging him along by the collar of his shirt.
You watched as Akutagawa watched you with wide eyes, getting distracted by Kunikida who threw a grenade infront of him. He looked back again to see you nowhere to be found.
You ran and ran until feeling the pain strike your back, you looked below and there was a tail which wrapped your stomach. You get pulled front and crash into a pile of cement. You screech in pain, before looking at the body approaching you.
His head was bleeding and he looked at you with anger. "Stay put, kitty. You're not going anywhere!" You ran to him, grabbing his suspenders and using it to choke his neck. His arm formed into one of a tiger's, scratching your hand as you tightened the grip around his neck.
"Why do you hate me so much!?" He screamed out, trying to get away from your grasp. He managed to cut the suspenders with his claws and fell backwards, coughing as he was about to lose consciousness.
The moment he looked up you disappeared into thin air, running to the place where Akutagawa and you were once in. He was gone. You ran and searched for him everywhere, blood dripping out of your arm as the pain was not important as he was.
You turned around after hearing noise from behind, looking at the man who was bruised up and coughing. "Ryu-san!" You ran up to him, hugging his back as you sighed.
Tears were forming in your eyes as he stayed quiet, he turned around, looking at your weak state. "You're okay." He closed his eyes before taking a deep breath, happy, only before he saw a deep scratch on your arm. He held your hand and you shrieked at how cold it was.
"Your hands are cold." You squeezed his hand. He ignored your comment and ripped a part of his already ruined shirt, wrapping it around your bloodied arm. "You scared me." He admitted. You laughed, watching the cloth wrap around your arm. "It's okay, I'll always find my way back to you."
🪻Atsushi Nakajima
"Atsushi-kun." Dazai poked the named male, "Hm?" Atsushi turned his head, facing a serious-looking Dazai. He started to sweat in nervousness. "Y-Yes, Dazai-San?" He smiled nervously, "Where's [Name]?" He asked, Atsushi blinked, realizing that your presence made the atmosphere quite different today..Only to realize you were not here at all. He looked at the chair, which was facing back at him.
He turned it, only to see no one sitting there. All this time you weren't here?! He stood up and fell backwards, his chair rolling to Dazai's side. "Oops." The brown-haired male blinked. He looked at Atsushi who sat up, rubbing his head as he tried recollecting all his thoughts.
"Do you know where she is?!" Atsushi quickly stood up, panicking as he looked around the whole office. "No, not at all." Dazai replied, looking at the busy Kunikida. "Relax, Atsushi, she must be out with Naomi." Atsushi sighed, only to remember when they were cornered that one time.
What if you got hurt? What if you both got hurt? He quickly excused himself only to be stopped by Kunikida. "You still have a lot to report, Atsushi. Stay here." He ordered, pushing up his glasses as he continued typing. Atsushi shook his head, starting to get on his knees as he begged Kunikida to go out. Dazai laughed, "C'mon Kunikida, aslong as he comes back in no time." Kunikida sighed, finally letting Atsushi go.
Atsushi let out strings of gratitude before rushing out the door. He was about to walk around the city and look for you, until he saw a glimpse of [Hair color] hair. He quickly looked at the side, watching the girl enter the cafe.
He quickly went inside, seeing you. "[Name]?" He poked your back, you turned around seeing Atsushi in a scared state. You watched him as he sighed in relief. "God, you scared me, I thought you were at the office- And I thought something was wrong since you were quiet! Plus you were facing back at me and I thought I did something wrong so I gave you a bit of space- Until Kunikida told me you were with Naomi but it looks like you're alone..." Atsushi rambled out.
You blinked, trying to process every single word he just said. "Atsushi, relax! I'm okay. I was with Naomi, she went up, she wasn't in the mood for coffee." You giggled. You held his hands, flinching from how cold it was. "Your hands are cold..." You looked down, before looking straight into his eyes.
"I-I was scared that you were gone..I thought you'd be in danger." He smiled awkwardly. You smiled, ruffling his hair before dragging him into a table to sit at with you.
Still holding his hands and placing both yours and his ontop of the table. "I know you'd save me if I was, now, let's get a cup of coffee and warm ourselves up, shall we?"
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oceaneyesinla · 3 months ago
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This is silly and maybe a little OOC, but I love Chuuya more than life itself and he deserves to be happy <3
You've seen the way Chuuya's eyes linger on the posters for the shelter as you pass, and you would be a fool to miss the way he slows down whenever you walk past a puppy in the street, relying on you holding his hand to make sure he doesn't walk straight into a lamppost.
It's adorable. One of the most dangerous men in Yokohama, a feared Port Mafia executive with a rap sheet longer than he is tall, and he can't help the little smile on his face whenever he sees a dog.
You know he's been quietly scheming for years at this point, trying to find to mesh his the demands of his work and his desire for a four legged companion. You can't watch any longer. You can't watch him find a litter of puppies, big smile on his face, only for that smile to fall into a sad frown as he reluctantly hands them over to the shelter.
So you make your own scheme. It involves some negotiation, and more than a little bribery, but you find a way to make it work. Now the only part left is surprising Chuuya, and that's your favourite part of the mission.
He doesn't suspect a thing as you lead him down the street, his fingers interlaced with yours and his hoodie wrapped around you. It's almost too easy to get him exactly where you want him and you know the moment he realises just where you are because he stops, tugging you to a halt with him.
You're in front of the door to the shelter, and your unoccupied hand is already on the handle. You've never seen those pretty blue eyes so cautiously hopeful and you have to hold back the most undignified noises at just how cute he looks.
"Why are we here?" His head tilts a little and you can't help but smile.
"We're getting a dog, obviously."
"What do you mean, 'obviously'? There's no way this will work out. I leave the apartment for days at a time, and you have to work too." That spark in his eye is dying out, and you don't like that at all.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about a thing!" You release the door handle to playfully bop his nose, and a little laugh escapes you as he tries and fails to look put out at the action, "Mori-san said we can bring them into the office as long as they're well behaved, and Higuchi and Gin will look after them if we're both busy."
Chuuya just blinks at you, taking a moment to find his voice, "You ... you went to the boss about us getting a dog?"
You shrug; it really isn't a big deal - there's precious little you wouldn't do for one Nakahara Chuuya. The way he's staring at you like he's planning your wedding, though, suggests it might be a big deal to him.
Your voice softens as you smile at him, "You've wanted this for ages. I just want you to be happy."
The grin you get in return is nothing short of radiant, and you let out a little squeal as he lifts you up and spins you round. As quick as he does that, he's setting you back on your feet, grabbing your hand and all but dragging you into the building. You're not sure you've ever seen him this excited, and you quietly take in his joy, commiting every smile and every word to memory. After all, that's why you did all this - for him.
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darling--angst · 1 year ago
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One Last Drink
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TW! Underaged drinking, mentions of death, cheating, suicide, bombing, Dazai, Pure angst :')
Type: Oneshot
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Mafia! Reader
Synopsis: When Osamu Dazai decided to leave the Port Mafia to be on the side of good per his friend's wishes his lover was left behind. He decided to drink with her, little did he know it will be their last.
A/n: I apparently like to make Dazai suffer on his birth month especially :)
Not proofread
Dazai comes to another bar as he dragged you along with him. There were some times he would go to bars and drink because of stress, today was like those days. You sat on the bar stool as you ordered yourself some wine. You decided to drink and your could only clench your fist as you watched him flirt with another woman. You were in a romantic relationship with him, yet it never seemed that way; you were more like his subordinate than his lover. He's already eighteen, it's been 2 years since you two fell in love.. Maybe two years was the expiration date of your relationship. You tightened your grip on the glass as you tried to control the tears from flowing. He was already drunk yet sweet seductive words keep slipping from his mouth as he flirted with another customer. As a small tear escaped your eyes, you looked down and ordered for another shot.
"You okay miss.?" The bartender asked giving you your glass.
"I don't know.." You lips quivered. The bartender glanced at Dazai then back at you.
"Is that your boyfriend?" He mumbled
"mhm" you said with a small nod. The conversation ended that way, you paid for your drink and walked out on Dazai. You hoped that he noticed it and would come to you. As you went down the stairs, your tears kept flowing out. You started the car and your hopes were crushed as you waited for minutes and he didn't come. There were two possibilities on why: he didn't notice you because he was too busy or he didn't care. It was probably both.
You started the car and left. Stopping at the beach side, you leaned back to the car seat. Biting your lip, you cried; ignoring all the phone calls. The moon lit up the dark road and it your tears became dry and salty. Your eyes became red from all those crying. Your vision began to blur as you cried yourself to sleep.
When you finally calmed down, the sun was already setting and looking at your phone; you had 6 missed calls and 9 texts from your boss, 18 missed calls and 41 texts from Chuuya. Thinking it was an emergency, you quickly started the car and drove to the Port Mafia. Upon arriving, you rushed to the boss's office not caring about the murmuring of people. You didn't care to knock, you barged in the door and was met with an angry Chuuya and beside was your boss, Mori Ogai.
"I didn't expect that a traitor such as you would have the guts to show up here!" Chuuya hissed. You were puzzled, looking at Koyou in the back she only had a disappointed expression.
"After all, you do know what happens to traitor don't you Y/n.?" His expression darkened and he started to glow.
"Stop Chuuya-kun." Mori ordered and Chuuya halted
"But why boss? She's a traitor along with that fucking suicidal maniac!" Chuuya insisted but was cut off by Mori.
"it seems she doesn't have anything to do with it, let alone know about it" he said as Chuuya's eyes widened. While Koyou's expression changed from disappointment to pity.
"W-wait.! What the fuck are you all talking about?!" You stuttered, panicking at the situation.
"Dazai-kun left the Mafia..." Mori sighed, as your eyes widened. Even though you always took control of your emotions, now you couldn't. A tear escaped your already reddish eyes.
"hah! Is this a joke?" Your voice was low yet loud enough for them to hear.
"no.. Y/n.. he really- that bastard fucking left" Chuuya walked towards you, his attitude softened and his gaze fell on your pitiful state. You bit your lower lip to suppress your feelings. Honestly, you didn't know what to feel; part of you felt like you needed him and that you want to cry, another part was mad at him for leaving, and most of you felt like you're going to break. Your eyes became lifeless and bland much to Chuuya's surprise, he frowned in response.
"I see..." You breathed.
"Chuuya-kun please take her back to her apartment" Mori ordered.
"Yes boss" Chuuya muttered.
Nothing much happened. Now you were on the backseat of his motorcycle, while he whispered 'sorry' to you. He comforted you during the ride, while you cried on his back. He sighed, normally he'll get mad because his expensive coat is now stained with tears; but now he couldn't, after all you were left by Dazai too. You both drove past the beautiful lights of Yokohama, as he offered you to drink with him in which you agreed to. When you both got off the motorcycle, and you said your goodnights. Suddenly, a loud click went off one that made you two halt, making eye contact. Explosions went off and your mind was blurry afterwards.
4 years later
Footsteps are heard on the dungeons of the Port Mafia, the one held captive was quite special. It was Dazai Osamu in the flesh, the one who left the PM alive, an executive, the 'Demon Prodigy', who everyone had feared. He planned to be held captive after all, he calculated every moves and appearances that would be made. Starting from taunting and provoking Akutagawa. His eyes widened and he clicked his tongue in annoyance as he realized who'd be there next. The footsteps got closer and the outline of a short man is seen.
"Oh? Well isn't it you on the flesh?" Chuuya taunted getting closer to Dazai as he pulls his hair.
"Out of all people why does it have to be you?" Dazai muttered annoying him. Chuuya walked away after kicking and punching him as the other chuckled and now Dazai snapped his fingers, his chains breaking and his hands are free.
"So. How's Y/n?" Dazai remarked making Chuuya halt.
"Hhm? What's wrong?" Dazai asked but Chuuya was quiet and clenched his fist tighter. Chuuya whispered something but he couldn't hear making him ask again.
"She's... Dead, Dazai" Chuuya responded, as Dazai's eyes widened in shock.
"The night you disappeared from the organization, she cried; so we planned to open up a bottle of Petrus 1889 at my apartment but.... Some asshole put a bomb on my motorcycle and it.. it exploded on both of us; she took most of the damage" Chuuya explained biting his lips roughly. Dazai was speechless.
He kept quiet, then he remembered. He was the one to put a bomb on his motorcycle. The day that Oda died, he left the Port Mafia per his wishes; but he decided to have a drink with you. For some reason you left and he was there speechless, he was about to say his plan and a promise to come back but you left. The night he left was the day that you died.
Now he won't be able to see the smile that he loves the most. He didn't let himself get captured by the Port Mafia. He planned to be there to get information about Atsushi and the black market but... Part of him wanted to be captured so he would see your radiant and e/c eyes, so he could see your glistening skin and silky hair once again; but that plan was gone. He could no longer call himself human anymore, he was the one that caused your death. He sometimes wondered if the world hates him since the day he was born for sorrows to chase him every single day.
He loved you too much and the same goes for you. You were the only one who decided to value his birthday. The day of June 19 is the day he never liked because it was the day that mischief had started. Yet you didn't, you valued the day he was born because it was the day that a man you loved was born. The book that he always carried and read was from you. He loved suicide so you bought him a book for his special day, yet you made him promise that the day he finally succeeds in taking his life you would be left at least a note. He promised you that and you promised him that you won't die on him like everyone he loved did. Everytime he tried to commit suicide he made a note and it was addressed to you.
Time skip~~
He felt empty without you. As he put a photo in his pocket, his steps became smaller and smaller. Then he fell down. Never could he be more at peace with you on his mind. The death of his lover four years ago was something he could've never predicted. After all it was his fault you were in a coffin and could now only seen in pictures. The picture flew out as he fell, it was your anniversary picture, a memory he never wants to forget. There you both were smiling happily, including him. A gentle smile he had when he was with you is something he could never replace like the facade of masks he has, and a smile he could never put on without you.
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starlightshadowsworld · 5 months ago
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Out of everyone I want to know why and how Hirotsu joined the Port Mafia. He's as far as we know it's longest serving member.
Mori wasn't in charge back than, nor the old Boss. And if we're following the pattern of teens joining the Port Mafia than the Agency wouldn't have been around back than.
The Port Mafia Hirotsu joined would be very different to how it is in the present.
And yet he thrives as one of its elite. He's seen so much blood shed and doesn't bat an eye at the darker parts of this life.
But Hirotsu remains kind. He deeply cares for his subordinates, past and present.
He held back the vampire transformation so Tachihara could get away. Dazai's a traitor and yet Hirotsu is right there when he needs him.
Just like he always had been.
This is what he says to 15 year old Chuuya when he's fighting him in Fifteen.
"Don't worry yourself young one. 'Victory is determined by whichever ability is the strongest' when I was younger I believed that too."
I love that like Chuuya might be the target, might be the King of the Sheep but he's still a kid.
And Hirotsu is fully aware of that, he's gonna do his job but he's not gonna be unnecessarily cruel about it.
He'll he's probably one of the few people who have ever recognised that Chuuya was just a kid.
The other part makes me wonder if that's why Hirotsu joined the Port Mafia. He thought his ability made him untouchable and learned the truth the hard way.
Maybe he decided to join the Port Mafia to discover what true strenght is.
Maybe, whatever it is I'd love to find out.
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lilyosamu · 8 months ago
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Loving the right way - Chuuya
People think that Chuuya is a green flag but did you all forget that he is an executive..?
I believe that it depends and will see why…
anyways Reader's ability is inspired by a magazine and the author is Raicho Hiratsuka
WARNINGS: Reader and Chuuya have problems, brief smut (no details or description but you know that they are doing it) talks about killing, gun, seeing how Chuuya is rich, talk about Chuuya trust issues, brief of drunk Chuuya
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Chuuya has trust issues. It's not a new information but an important clue to understand his trauma but also backstory. You didn't want to force Chuuya to open up after all if he wanted to say something to you he knew himself that he could…only..he hesitates.
He doesn't like to relay on someone much after all he knows that his work could get himself killed or his closed ones, he is already selfish to want to be with you, a civilian.
Of course, Chuuya trained you personally in combat so he can be less tense every hour he is away from you.
He doesn't underestimate you but he can't make an error to underestimate the enemy either way. He believes that you were favoured by the Gods because you had a pretty destructive ability, it can almost be as the same as Chuuya's ability…
Your ability is “Bluestocking”, you could manipulate light but also bend it at your will, the only problem is that in the night you could protect yourself with your ability much, why? because even if there is sunlight from the moon your ability needs directly the sunlight and not the reflection so of course other type of light other than sun can't be manipulated by you…
Chuuya wonder how the mafia didn't know about her ability and he asked her but Reader only smiled and said “it's a secret but i promise you i will tell you one day at the right time”.
Chuuya was even more curious why Reader didn't try to find a job that she could use her ability but she simply said that she didn't really want to work for the government and preferred her current job, being an interior designer plus she wins 120k € a year so it's a pretty good sum of money for a job that isn't at all dangerous besides meeting Karens. Well Chuuya can admire the patience Reader has because if it was he, he could already snap their necks, of course not with his ability. They don't even deserve it.
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Chuuya isn't a horny person but that doesn't mean It's rare for you two to make love, He is gentle, always asking if you want to continue or not. He can't lie but he has fantasies but in the act he forgets about them because he just wants you to feel loved and seen.
Really having sex with him feels like you are already in the aftercare. He kisses your lips, neck, cheek, hands. He also hugs you tightly but not enough to hurt you..
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Now how about looking at the most fragile point in your relationship with Chuuya?
The trust
Chuuya is still paranoid because he actually is very sensitive with the people he cares so if you break his trust, examples: by cheating or selling information of the Port Mafia to others).
He will never ever forgive you. Even after 5 years. Your relationship will be ruined forever. Maybe he will not kill you (depends if you really sold information of the Port Mafia i believe the boss could order Chuuya to kill you and don't forget that he is loyal and he will do it)
Also Chuuya can be very sadistic (people forgot that a lot lol) and if you two are fighting he could say serious messed up things.
Or Chuuuya has a hard time being open minded after all for him the way of the mafia is the best and that's pretty messed up.
Even if the relationship isn't rainbows i can't lie but there can be funny situations, examples when Chuuya drank a lot and couldn't recognize you and he slept on the floor to not 'cheat on you’ as he thought you were another woman or the other time you invited Chuuya to ice skate and it was a first time for both of you but at the end you fell more and actually Chuuya never fell. You guessed all the trained he had for combat can be useful for others things, can't they?
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For Valentine day you and Chuuya could go to Chuuya's private boat an navigate for the day on the Ocean.
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The moment you learnt Chuuya knows French you forced- you mean asked him to speak some and to also teach you some lol:
“-So anyways that's how my travel in France went” Chuuya says one of his travels for a mission to Reader and Reader says
“oh cool so did you have a hard time in France with the language barrier?”
“oh, actually i know French”
Reader abruptly says
“What!? You know French and you didn't tell me?? Uh the betrayal!”
you say the last thing dramatically playful. Chuuya rolls his eyes “yeah yeah really tragic but seriously I don't see the big deal”
“Chuuya can't you understand that makes you sexier”
Chuuya was caught off guard by Reader bold words but even more by her casualty “Don't you have any shame?”
Reader looks innocently and says “can't understand what are you talking about and anyways can you speak French for me?”
Before Chuuya could say “don't you forget to say a ‘please’?
Reader points a gun at Chuuya and just after 3 seconds the two starts laughing, they had an inside joke that even Mori couldn't understand.
Either way it's not a perfect relationship but It's of course better than others and actually what i think is beautiful is that you two accept each other and forgive but not forget. After all how can you do better when you forget?
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elvestoneanzelote1 · 1 year ago
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Hello! I just read your Makima/Nayuta reader and Really like it and I wanna give you my own ideas for Makima/Nayuta reader
For personality reader will of course,be really cunning,smart,and good at manipulate people as this is the biggest trait in Makima which mean reader know something is clearly off with how the agency is treating him but all of those trait are cover with his childish and outgoing personality. Even tho reader is young and mischievous he is charming own his own making other people let down their guard
And now his ability(i'll just take two Makima ability),since reader controlling ability only work when he think he's better than someone on the same person I like to think he'll be quite egoistic and view some people as his dogs Just like Makima.Then we got makima shooting ability,for this reader just need to hold his hand and position his hand to a finger gun and go "bang" then it will shoot through the person who he aimed
Bonus,For the part 2 I like to think that the agency is absolutely in shambles and try to look for reader everywhere meanwhile reader is with the port mafia.Mori probably try to take reader in as he realize how useful his ability is but reader will immeadiately know something is odd about the man and play along with Mori and maybe mess a bit Mori with his ability
Honestly that all,sorry if there is a spelling mistakes as english is not my mother tongue
𝘈:𝘯- 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰.. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.. 𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰? 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰.. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘚𝘋 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤)
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳.
Part 1 here
Part 3 here
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The first thing of what Chuuya thought was he absolutely find you tolerable and cute (platonically) as you have your own puppy! How can he not be happy to find someone who have the same interest and practically he can handle kids just well.
But.. He was confused on why Mori requested him to take the kid with him to find out about his ability but first company them to shopping trip.
He wonder why but obliged to do so, now he was stuck with you while Moro is busy buying clothes for the children more likely first Elise.
He even told Chuuya to warn if he spot an agency member or sort which confused him yet agreed to do so.
So.. it begins of him babysitting you for the day, While Mori is busy in the mall with Elise as you were with Chuuya who hold your hands every step you take.
"Ne! Ne! Chu-chu-niisan! Can I have the latest edition icecream of Pikachu special?!" You asked with doe eyes as he sweatdropped.
He was about to deny as he doesn't want to leave the boss but your teary eyes make him stop and agreed to quickly buy it for you.
You hugged his leg in joy as he chuckle and take you with him.
The problem was the icecream was selling on the rooftop.
It was just a happy moment until someone try to attack/hostage you as you were just 10-12 year old boy.
The man kept a gun on your head as you snivel in teary eyes.
Chuuya was hesitant as wrong move you can be in danger as he believe you don't truly have an ability or maybe you have but it is useful for agency not Port mafia and perhaps Mori analyse about it is wrong.
"Chuchu-niisan!" You wailed as the man warn Chuuya not to move.
"Don't worry y/n! I will save you" said Chuuya as he try to come up with a plan as the rooftop was empty now.
"Chuchu-ni-" "shut up" as the man beat your head with the gun (bottom) harshly making it bleed.
"You! I will kill you!" Exclaimed Chuuya angrily as the person smirk when you were quiet your head was low as blood drip from your forehead to the ground.
'Is he unconscious'
"Y/n.." Muttered Chuuya who almost try to attack the man until, you started to giggle as the man and Chuuya was confused.
Your eyes stare up and smile at the man while, making a gun finger sign.
"Ne uncle let's play a game.. Who can shoot first me or you"
"Hah? /y/n!" Called Out Chuuya who try to rush to you but before he could.
"Bang!"
The blood splattered his vision as the man body fall to the ground with half of his body splattered into the ground and you, while you hold out your finger gun quickly waving to the dead body.
"Uncle! you were too late!"
"...." Chuuya stood there motionless as he stare at the kid who have no remorse of killing a person.
He gulped as you smile at Chuuya.
"Chuchu-niisan! My clothes are dirty! Can we buy new clothes for me please?"
"..." He slowly nod as he felt you tug his hand dragging him.
'I should call someone to erase evidence' thought Chuuya as he firmly hold your hand while you skipped happily with your clothes and face slightly splattered in blood.
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Chuuya realise one thing that your ability was dangerous and he hope Yumeno and you doesn't meet.
As Chuuya explain to Mori what he have witnessed earlier today as you and Elise fall asleep on the backseat with Mori seating on other side of the driver seat.
"What shall we do boss?"
"What shall we do? I didn't thought the Agency was keeping a boy this dangerous! His ability is terrifying especially when he just killed without a remorse! We should sent him to jail or sort.."
As Chuuya sneak glance at Mori who smirk after the rant.
"Is what good people said, and Port mafia is something that accept those who have tianted hands don't we..?"
"Yes boss" Chuuya said as his hands on the steering tightens while listening to Mori about dressing you up with Elise with the new clothes he brought.
Chuuya admit he wish he didn't hear those words uttered by Mori.
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In the Agency the franticness quiet down.
Kunikida had dark circles as he finally print out a paper as Yosano is sharpening her butcher knife to threaten the person who stole their adorable child.
Atsushi, Jun'chiro and Kyouka eventually come back while shook heads as they couldn't find anything about you.
Kenji was frowning too.
Ranpo didn't have a bite of his sweets as he is busy looking at the papers reading any headline of a murder or sort.
They know your ability can kill.
But they can't blame you as you are just a child and your ability kill when someone harm you in a worse manner like beaten you, stab you or even shoot you or sort. It was eventually reassuring that your ability is strong and protect you from harm but it is concerning if someone use you for wrong deeds!.
As the evidence were laid on the table as they all stare at Ranpo who didn't have a bite of his sweets until he find you.
"Ranpo-san" they all muttered as Ranpo wear his glasses quietly without an ounce of pride or sort simply serious.
His eyes darken as he hold the paper tightly.
"So.. where is he?" Asked Fukuzawa as Ranpo glance up with an darken face.
As the others await his answer and for the first time they look like they can kill anyone who harm you or try to take you away from them after all, You are like their child, their younger brother or sort!
Even Kyouka is ready to kill even if she is in agency she won't hesistate.
Dazai was in deep thought with a dark face in the corner.
For some reason his gut feeling tell something tragic was going to happen.. He hope you will be safe at least.
As Ranpo kept down the paper with a dark expression. As everything went frozen for a moment when Ranpo spoke.
"In port mafia and the boss knows his ability"
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A:n- that's all good day/night to you all! Hope you all rest well!
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star-centric · 1 year ago
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I'm glad to see you have requests open! I read some of your stuff from your old blog and wanted to resend a request I made that you didn't get to. It's the one with Chuuya and his older sibling who joined the port mafia before him, but I was thinking this time they have amnesia that, surprisingly, wasn't because of the port mafia. Although, the mafia did take advantage of their amnesia by saying they were a part of the mafia the entire time with Dazai taking Chuuya's place as their baby brother. Chuuya would be so confused when he sees them walk into Mori's office after he meets Dazai and maybe even hurt when they don't recognize him and call Dazai their brother rather than him.
CHARACTERS: Chuuya and Older Sibling! Gender Neutral Reader
NOTE: okay can I say that I just love this idea??! This is probably one of the first times I write something that doesn’t have an outright happy ending :O I remember writing headcanons last year on Chuuya and his older sibling joining the PM- happy I get to write more on it!!
CW: strictly sibling/family relationship, bittersweet ending bjt possibly hopeful (?), small mentions of blood/violence since it’s Port Mafia, Chuuya and reader are reunited but not in the way he wants </3, gender neutral reader
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The look of confusion on your face made Chuuya’s stomach turn.
When he was led into this grand room by men in suits, he was only expecting to run into that one-eyed bastard and his boss.
He wasn’t expecting to finally see you.
You still looked the same- no missing limbs, no scars- you were here, you were really here. His feet had a mind of his own as he called your name and practically leapt towards you- but the look on your face made him pause.
Why weren’t you running towards him, smile wide and calling his name? Why weren’t you hugging him, eyes misty as you finally reunited with one another?
Why did you look so…lost?
“I’m sorry- have we met before?”
He glanced at Dazai, who stood with a blank stare. Was this his idea of a joke?
Did you not…remember him? No, that’s not right, that can’t be right-
“It’s Chuuya, I’m-“ he swallowed down the growing lump in his throat, trying to not have his crack. “I’m your brother, remember?”
Your confusion only grew more, eyebrows raised as your eyes flickered from his to Dazai and back to Chuuya. “I believe you have me mistaken for someone else-“
“No, I don’t!” He didn’t mean to raise his voice, but he was growing more and more uneasy with every word.
“Yes, you do.” You grew firm with your response.
“No I- don’t you remember? You have a brother- I’m your brother!”
“I know that I have a brother-“
Chuuya was about to release the breath he was holding, finally hoping to get some answers-
“But it’s not you.”
He felt like the world stopped.
“This is my brother.” You motioned to Dazai, who still stood with a blank stare before turning to a smirk.
Chuuya felt sick. His body felt heavy, like someone was using his own ability on him. A chilling feeling shot up his spine when he realized that you were being serious.
“See? I told you he was weird.” Dazai whispered not discreetly to you, keeping his eyes on Chuuya.
You were giving Dazai the same look that you would give him- scolding him and telling him to behave- stuff that you would tell Chuuya, your little brother, not him. Something wasn’t right.
“I’m just saying,” he grabbed at your arm, snuggling into it. His eyes narrowed at Chuuya,“I’ve always been your little brother, right?”
It was obvious that Dazai was trying to get a rise out of him- and it was working.
“What did you do to them?!” Chuuya seethed and lunged at him, ability activated. He brought his fist back, aiming directly at his face-
He wasn’t able to reach him before you intervened, grabbing his arm and squeezing it as a warning.
You were giving him the same, cold look you would give enemies. Not as the older sibling that loves him without a doubt, but as a enemy that needed to be taken care of.
It shattered him.
“That’s enough, all three of you.”
Mori spoke up from his desk, violet eyes scanning over you and Dazai before directly landing on Chuuya. His tone sounded light enough, but you stood down immediately, letting go and taking your place next to Dazai.
The look Chuuya was getting showed that his words were more than just a warning.
“Now then, (Y/N) and Dazai- why don’t you both head down to the target location and keep an eye on them until further instructions. I’ll brief Mr. Nakahara on everything myself.”
“Understood sir.” You nodded your head before your eyes landed on Chuuya- there wasn’t any malice in your eyes, but there was a sense of hesitation and uncertainty that couldn’t be hidden.
All Chuuya wanted to do was wake you both from this nightmare. Shake you back to your senses and hug you until neither one of you could breath.
But all he could do was watch you leave once more.
He felt powerless all over again.
The moment you turned your back and left with Dazai, he saw his only family disappear. The only person that would stay by his side, the only person that would look out for him as much as he did for you, the only person that he had left in his life that loves him, his older sibling- leave him. It wasn’t fair, it was suppose to be you and him always- yet he found himself alone in the room, you with someone that you believe was your brother, that wasn’t him.
He was crushed. He was devastated, hurt, and downright pissed. Pissed that you didn’t remember him, pissed that that bastard was playing pretend and laughing like it was a joke, pissed at the mafia- pissed at everything.
He didn’t hide his frustration, gritting his teeth and glaring down at the door. His nails were digging into the palm of his hands while his new boss did nothing but smirk at the sight of his aggression.
“It’s obvious that you care for them, no?”
Chuuya didn’t turn his head towards him, only turning his eyes to the ground, baring his teeth. “…did you do this?”
Mori sighed, mock sympathy seeping from his tone, “Well Dazai took such a liking to them- who am I to break up such a loving bond?”
He would have struck him- he would have struck him to the ground, giving him what he deserves, make him pay for what he did to you, then make him feel the full force of his gravity as Chuuya stood over him. He would have did that and more-
But all he could do was bite his tongue as his shoulders trembled in anger.
“Would you do anything for them, Chuuya?”
He whipped his head towards Mori, who no longer had a playful expression. His eyes were serious as he waited for Chuuya’s response, whose own eyes went wide.
He then narrowed his eyes, feeling suspicious of his question, but answering carefully. “I would.”
Mori hummed, toying with his surgical knife. “I see.” He seemed pleased with his answer. “Well then, I have some information regarding (Y/N)- moreso with their…special condition.”
Chuuya held his breath, a million questions flying through his head, the burning one on the tip of his tongue-
“We weren’t the ones to cause their amnesia, and I’m not sure if there’s a way to find out what did- but there is a way to regain their memories.”
Mori was gauging his reaction, testing him- it was all too obvious what he was doing- but Chuuya couldn’t hide the fact that there was a way to get you back- the old you, the real you. He would do anything to get you back-
But he wasn’t an idiot to forget that he’s signing a deal with the Devil either.
Chuuya took a breath, before narrowing his eyes, “…what do I need to do?”
The smirk came back on Mori’s face, “Swear your loyalty to the Port Mafia, and crush anyone that stands in our way.“
There was no turning back- but if it was for your sake, he would accept. He had no other choice in his eyes.
He got down on one knee and pledged his loyalty, the words leaving his lips genuinely but leaving a bitter taste in mouth.
But it was a needed sacrifice it if it means getting you back.
“Excellent.” He clapped his hands together, a ditzy smile on his face as he returned to his playfulness. “Glad to have you on board- now for your first mission, you’ll be meeting Dazai and (Y/N) in Yokohama. I believe you’re still familiar with this organization called the Sheep…”
As Mori droned on, Chuuya thought about his true mission- getting you back.
And he will do anything to make sure he succeeds.
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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 7 months ago
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The concept of Chuuya getting involved in Shin Soukoku is such a good one because we’d get insight into how Akutagawa interacts with characters outside of Dazai,Gin,and Atsushi but also it would be an opportune moment for Asagiri to really cash in on those ChuuyaAtsusi parallels and give us a lot more of the literal main character of the manga than before. What would be some things you’d want to happen if we ever got a Chuuya-Sskk storyline?
Hello!
Honestly, it would be such a long time coming that I don't know if there's anything specific that I'd want! I guess an actual introduction between Chuuya and Atsushi would be nice - Atsushi actually has seen Chuuya before; he was at the forefront of the Mafia's attempts to secure the city when it was overrun by Q's ability - which means that Chuuya's actions was at least part of his decision to go to Fukuzawa about a temporary alliance. I always figured they could kind of have an uneasy mutual respect, where Atsushi is intimidated but a little admiring, and Chuuya begrudgingly wonders a little about what the big deal is with this weretiger... but I also heavily vibe with @whathorselegs' post where Chuuya sees Atsushi as a worthy adversary. I think it will depend on what circumstances they eventually meet under. Either way, I think Chuuya would eventually teach Atsushi a little more about combat - not in a formal training way, but where he kind of points out a couple things without much thought when he sees them. But yeah, if any interaction were to occur, I think it would make their similarities more apparent! Maybe during a future arc that focuses back on the Mafia - I still suspect the Mafia's history and whatever happened with the old boss will receive some focus later on.
As for Akutagawa, I would appreciate any interactions between him and other characters! I think it is hinted that Chuuya is a superior he respects though, and there's a drama cd that actually has the two of them interact! It's the Port Mafia onsen drama cd; there's a link here if you want to listen. They actually have quite the heartwarming conversation... it always sounded to me like Chuuya trying his best to give advice even though Akutagawa's perspective isn't one he really understands. It's very sweet, anyhow. I'd love to see more of their interactions - I think it could be very cool if Akutagawa's development could be reflected a little or more insight was given to it through Chuuya's perspective.
Essentially, I'm hoping for another Mafia focused arc! And I think it would be great if Chuuya was something of a supporting/unofficial mentor-ish role for sskk. But that would only happen if somehow Dazai wasn't in the picture. So I figure we'll have to get an interaction with them at some point, but it probably will end up nothing like this.
Oh well. Like I said, I'd just be happy to see them interact at all.
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oompaloompadidu · 16 days ago
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Hello Oompaloompa,
First of all, I want to thank you for accepting my request (you are literally the first person who ever accepted and wrote my request). You can’t even imagine how happy I was to see my written request in the feed.
And secondly, I would like to ask another request, because I really liked your writing style!
How do you like the idea that the reader is the deputy PM boss since the time of the previous boss, who arranged bloodshed and etc? And the fact that the reader is a mother figure for Dazai (like Oda was for Dazai) and will continue to be one even 4 years after Dazai leaves the Mafia.
So, uh, yeah (You don't have to accept this)
hiii! I'm glad you liked what I wrote! Even if you asked it as anonymous so I don't know what you're referring to but ok
Anyway, yup I can try!
PS: THIS TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET AN IDEA OF WHAT TO WRITE
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"Dazai."
When he heard your voice he immediately turned around to see you and let go of glass of whiskey he was holding, leaving it on the table and getting up to greet you. "Y/n-san, my dear! I was starting to worry you were going to be late."
You smile softly "who do you think I am? I don't have the habit of being late." You sit down next to him and order a drink as well. "How are things going at the ada?"
He keeps silent for a while,then after the waiter gives us a glass he replies in a tired mutter. "They're good. Atsushi's getting stronger, and Kyouka has lots of friends now." He pauses a moment, then sighs dramatically "but Kunikda gives me a loooot of paperworks I don't want!"
You chuckle, playing with the edge o fthe glass "ah, not so surprising then. Anything new that happened to you?"
He almost snorts a bit in amusement at it "me? There's nothing new about me. You know me. I just do what I have to."
"you follow the wind."
He laughs, a genuine laugher this time "yes, we can say I follow the wind." There are a few minutes of silence in which the only sound that could be heard is your fingers tapping the cold glass of gin, then he talks again "Y/n-sama?"
"yes?"
"Why don't you come too?.."
"...where? at the agency?"
"yes, at agency. Please.. you would like it there. Everyone's nice. And I could show you how good I've became."
The room falls silent again, the steps of the waiter and the chatting of people around you filling the room "you say so? I'd like to see it... It's hard to leave the Port Mafia, even if you managed to.... Maybe, when I'll find a way out, I'll come there, okay? Just, make sure that I find you well and alive by that time, hmh?"
"hmmmm..." He thinks for a while, smiling playfully "maybe! But you know, I can't promise~"
You both laugh and nod "good."
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Kenji Miyazawa (self-aware)
Self-Aware! Kenji Miyazawa x GN!Reader
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Warning: Platonic Yandere. OOC. English is my second language.
Becoming self-aware
🐄 When he realized, that his life wasn't real, Kenji hurries to the ADA office. He was confused and scared. Scared for his friends.
🐄 Kenji is a simple, cheerful and easygoing boy. And he loves his friends. Right now he must make sure they are safe.
🐄 Kenji finds his friends in the ADA office. No one knows what was happening.
🐄 Despite been scared, despite understanding, that his village and parents doesn't exist anymore, Kenji focused on helping his friends. He still has superhuman strength, it will come in handy.
🐄 Kenji helped to move Katai's belongings to ADA building. He helped with cleaning up the storage on the fifth floor. He helped with arranging sleeping places on third and fifth floor.
🐄 Kenji helped with bringing food supplies to the agency.
🐄 Kenji tried his best to help his friends.
🐄 And then, one day, he felt an entity's gaze on him.
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Kenji wasn't angry at the entity. He believes, that if it was malicious, it would already attack them. But it was simply watching. Kenji thought, that, maybe, the entity was a little ghost that were lost and got curious, so they decide to stick around.
Then Atsushi was asking if they feel entity's presence. Before Kenji can answer, Kunikida and President Fukuzawa answer before him. While Kunikida's answer was short, President Fukuzawa also noticed, that the entity feel like something from out of this world. Later, Katai adds to this, that it feels like entity were looking at them behind the screen.
Kenji still thought, that you were harmless. He believes that you have nothing to do with this bizarre situation.
And then time resets.
And Kenji, once again, in the warehouse, where Dazai proclaim he wants to make Atsushi a part of ADA. Both Dazai and Atsushi looked peaceful.
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When they start feeling your presence
🐄 Kenji was a little bit taken aback by time reset. But, it seems, his friends start feeling better. Atsushi was calm again, Dazai looked happier, Tanizaki siblings looked better.
🐄 Kenji still feel your presence. But still, he wasn't scared of you.
🐄 They don't have a proof that empty streets of Yokohama and current madness is your fault.
🐄 During Black Lizards' attack on ADA office, Kenji heard the voice.
"Kenji [||||||||] strong. He looked [|||||||||||||||] ray of sunshine"
🐄 After your words, Kenji feels like he was, once again, in his village on a warm and sunny day.
🐄 Kenji smiles. He knew that you are a good entity.
🐄 Soon Kunikida looks as confident as usual. He was talking about the entity with warmth in his voice.
🐄 Then Ranpo finished his investigation. And Yosano stop been always on edge.
"I finished the investigation. It seems, that our entity is a simple human. Like we are. They don't have ability. There are no abilities in their world. And they have no idea, that we can hear them."
🐄 Kenji was glad, that he was right and you aren't bad. But he wished, he hears your voice again.
🐄 And then, Atsushi and Kenji were investigating a car explosion.
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"Whether in a town or a village, whether toward a cow or a person… If you're sincere toward others, they'll respond in kind. That approach has yet to fail me."
Kenji heard the voice.
"sunshine boy" "adorable" "so kind"
"Kenji, I wish there were more people like you. Everyone need more kindness in their lives. I wish I have someone like you in my life."
Kenji feels like someone pet his hair.
[*In reality, you pet manga panel with Kenji on it.*]
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🐄 Kenji will think that it will be nice to see you in person. To become friends with you.
🐄 When President Fukuzawa and Boss Mori proclaim, that Armed Detective Agency and Port Mafia will work together to find a way out of this world, Kenji will do his best to help everyone. He wanted to go to your world. To see the nature. To see you.
And then, one day, the purple moon shined above Yokohama.
When you installed BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan
🐄 Kenji's cards will have the highest attack.
"Go, Kenji, go! Let's clear this stage!"
"Your card skill works so good with Chuuya's"
"Kenji's Rainy Season card is so beautiful"
🐄 When BSD gang will gain access to the rest of your phone, Kenji (with Katai's help) will browse the Internet, looking at photos of nature and villages.
🐄 Kenji (with Katai's help) will recommend you videos about nature.
🐄 If you like watching documentaries, Kenji will accompany you.
🐄 Kenji is planning to create a small farm when they reach your world. So you can eat natural products.
🐄 He wants you to be healthy. You are his (future) friend. You are a human being. You deserve kindness.
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You finish watching a video about lotus flowers. It was beautiful and interesting.
You saw a notification from BSD Mayoi. You got another note in your Gift Box. A note from Kenji with some evolution materials attached to it.
"[Y/N], please, don't forget to go for a walk today. Get some sunlight. And don't forget to smile. Kenji Miyazawa"
You smile and, while getting ready for a walk, choose Kenji's card and pet his chibi sprite.
"Thanks for the advice, Kenji. I will go for a walk. And, of course, I will smile."
You didn't notice that Kenji's eyes light up.
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oishiyani · 8 months ago
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🦐 ; Another Owe
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warnings ; none! this is entirely SFW
🦐 ; y/n fell into a swirling feeling of misery inside! don't worry akutagawa's there to rescue!
—also this is just a small drabble about one of the episodes in bsd WAN! i thought this would be a cute idea
"err.. looks like I lost it somewhere.." you whined in a tone of distress. Having one of the missing documents you were suppose to fill in supposedly went lost! that was even one of the last batch that you had to deal with!
'now how am i gonna tell the boss now..?' you thought.
you scratched the back of your head as you continued to travel every corner in the room, looked under every sofa and chairs, maybe in the drawers? no- you still couldn't find the missing document.
your back felt like it was experiencing a massive back pain from searching through the entire room, but in conclusion- it still wasn't found! you sighed.
"are you looking for this?" a voice spoke behind you.
you turned around to be met eyes with akutagawa, who was holding a document that you assume to be the one you're looking for.
you took a look of the document, looking closely into the text and finally recognized it as the last and missing piece of your work. You let out a sigh of relief with a smile next.
"oh yeah! this is the last of it thank god you found it!" it felt like the heavy weight on your shoulders had been released as soon as you recieved the paper from akutagawa. you thanked him and went on to arrange the final documents you finalized.
"tch, you should remember where you put your things. they're always scattered.." he commented.
"sorry, i owe you one again!" you replied.
oh y/n y/n y/n.. are you even aware of how much this man had helped you through such small needs and crisis? there was a never ending loop of how much your needs were need to be fulfilled but worry not! akutagawa is there for you at any time.
while you were arranging the stack of documents you had in your hands, a thought came up in your mind. it was akutagawa, but you started to realize how much he had helped you with so much list of stuff you needed throughout your time in the port mafia!
that time, when you were feeling a flu after delivering a mail the boss ordered you.
you opened the doors leading to the meeting room of the port mafia, seeing that nobody was in the room.
your breath was starting to hitch- your body felt quite hot than before, lastly you felt like fainting. you
sat down to one of the long sofas and laid there 'till you didn't realize yourself that you had fallen asleep.
later on waking up with the feeling of something comfy under your head. you lit your eyes a bit- vision was blurry but as soon as sight cleared, you sat up and noticed a comfy pillow was what was underneath you.
at the corner of your eye, the sight of a glass of water and what seemed to be medicine pill sat across the table not far from you.
you heard the sound of a door open. you looked to its direction to see akutagawa again, with both of his hands in his pockets he walked to you.
"hirotsu provided that for you, when he entered the room- he saw that your breathing was shortening and upon checking your temperature from your forehead. he said it was hot."
"you have a flu y/n."
you stared at him then shifted your gaze back to the medicine hirotsu gave you, you let out another smile. "then i have to thank him as soon as i see him, thanks for informing me akutagawa." you replied.
while staring at the objects on the table, a sound of a loud thud occurred. you looked to where it came and saw..
a whole box of.. yogurt drink 10 billion lactobacillus cells?!
you were taken aback, not sure of how to react- yet you didn't know what were those for.. you stared at it blankly not until akutagawa let out a cough, eyes closed with fist formed on his mouth as he did.
a faint red shade on his cheeks where you didn't seem to notice. that's good.
"drink those, it'll help with your flu." he said as he retreated back his ability that seemed to carry the box of yogurt drinks for him.
akutagawa exited back to the door, still leaving you in a confused state.
the next day, you felt more better than yesterday. being stable enough to walk through the base of the port mafia.
you entered the meeting room yet again, you were met with your fellow workmates. Hirotsu, Tachihara, and Gin. they all sat except for Tachihara, leaning on the sofa with arms crossed.
"hello Y/N, how have you been feeling?" Hirotsu greeted as you walked in. "greater than ever! thank you for the medicine you gave me Hirotsu-san!" you happily thanked.
"say.. akutagawa gave me a box of those yogurt drinks called 10 million lacto- uh.. i forgot but there were tons of them! he told me to drink those.. but I only finished 3 so far.."
"HE GAVE YOU WHAT?!" Tachihara yelled.
he pinched the bridge of his nose, "you're not suppose to give those to people who have a flu! how can they down something that thick?!" he said in a frustrated tone.
"oh? so that's why he bought a box of those.." Gin said, everyone looked at her.
"yesterday around noon, I saw my brother walking around the city and I happened to get a glimpse of him stopping by a store. But I had no clue why he was there, i went on with my day after that." Gin said.
Hirotsu took a sip of his tea, "hm, yesterday he asked me where was y/n, when i told him you were resting and had a flu, he left off in a haste." he said.
akutagawa bought those for you? no way he did! that must cost a lot and he didn't need to buy that much!
"well next time, advise your brother not to buy a damn yogurt drink and instead buy something else!" Tachihara commented.
"i've never seen my brother buy something for someone that much. (aside from dazai..)" Gin said.
"i owe him another one yet again.."
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shush-itsasecret · 4 months ago
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"I don't know why I'm here"
I saw a YouTube comment that mentioned something about writing a fanfiction where BEAST Odasaku visits Dazai's grave and yup I ain't giving any spoilers just read!! I started working on its art first and then some ideas about the fanfic popped up in my head so here it is!!
Only read after you've already read both sides of "The day I picked up Dazai" and BEAST for complete understanding.
Kindly-
Don't repost without giving credit
Tag me and credit if you draw the idea
No Odazai shipping in this post. I only view them as besto friendo
4. ENJOYY!!
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The sky is dark. Maybe it will rain today. The slow, cold breeze is blowing, taking with it the gloomy heat of Yokohama. I see some children making paper boats on my way. They were probably planning to play with them in the streets after it rains. Origami. That's what it's called. An old Japanese art of making different animals and objects by the mere act of folding paper. I think I remember Sakura mentioning that she was learning to make origami turtles. I'll have to ask her about it later.
As I entered the cemetery, the earth felt soft and damp under my feet. The familiar smell of wet soil hits my nostrils. Wet soil always smells nice, like reminiscences of the beloved past. But right here at this moment, it felt like the finishing touch of the scenery. It smelt like how a freshly painted portrait smells of paint. I make my way over to the other side of the vast graveyard.
My feet came to a halt in front of a certain melancholic gravestone. Gravestones aren't melancholic. They're just pieces of stone. But this one exerted a strange, eerie aura. The name written on it felt unreal too. Everything about this grave is different. Even the soil smelt differently. It smelt of loneliness and forced heartlessness. The image of his last meeting with me flashed vividly in my mind. The youngest port mafia boss, Osamu Dazai, now lay silent in his eternal rest. They say that death is the same for everyone, and it makes everyone equal regardless of what their life is like. But I doubt the same could be said about this man here. His last words echo in my ears.
"Goodbye, Odasaku"
Odasaku. The name felt strange yet familiar. He was the first who called me by that name, yet it felt startingly nostalgic. Like when you....nevermind. I can't think of a way to describe this feeling.
"I don't know why I'm here" The words coming out of my lips aligned perfectly with my thoughts, leaving no space for contradictions.
"I thought you'd like to be the first one to hear it" The wind blew whistles as if nodding in response. "Kunikida-san and Akutagawa are helping me with the editing. The story you're about to hear is still raw but it's completed nevertheless. I hope you like it" I slid down beside the gravestone. The atmosphere felt welcoming. It was the first time I was reading my story out loud. Maybe it will prove helpful, giving me insights and a new perspective on it. I fixed myself in a more comfortable position and leaned on the gravestone.
The words slipped out of my mouth easily, as if they had been waiting to be listened to by this person. As if from the moment this story came to me, it had waited patiently, solely to make Dazai it's first reader. Or well, listener in this case.
I think I'm forgetting a few parts. it's easier to remember the stories others have written than to recall one's own story. My lips moved easily, in perfect harmony with the whistles of the wind. An instrument. I realized that I was like an instrument at that moment, my words being my music. They decorated the air like stars on a dark, lonely night. Dark clouds roared, and the wind whispered back, creating a back-and-forth melody. Maybe I could spend a little more time here.
I don't know how long it's been now. I left my wristwatch at home for some unknown reason. A few hours is my guess, though I'm not sure. I look up at the sky. A few cold droplets hit my face.
"I'll get going now" I stand up, brushing the dirt off my clothes. The coat had gotten dirty with the mud but that doesn't concern me right now. Akutagawa's babysitting the younger ones today. I hope they don't sneak out and play in the rain. They'll catch a cold if they do.
"When are we meeting next?" I was genuinely startled. There was nobody around. I could have seen them with my Future vision ability if anyone had come. They say that on rare occasions, under specific conditions, the shrieking of wind can sound like a human's voice too. The only odd thing was that I recognized this voice too well.
"I'll come again. There's more to the story and I forgot some parts too." I said to no one in particular. The words left my mouth and evaporated in the air, becoming a part of the scenery. When I looked back at the grave, it felt less lonely now.
I take out a cigarette and the matchbox I always kept on me. 'Lupin', it reads. The breeze behind my back gently blew through the leaves and grass, waving goodbye like an old friend. I think I'll come here again. This place might not be so bad after all.
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baby-tini · 2 months ago
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Ah, good day to you! (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) (Oh, I would like to write right away that I do not speak English and in fact I am writing through a translator in the keyboard, so please forgive me,if something is unclear or written incorrectly(⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) )
I hope I'm not distracting you too much or causing you discomfort thoughts that I am going to describe below. I just had a little thought and wanted to share it with you a little:_)
The thing is, I just read your post with Yandere Dazai about the spoiled foreplay,where he dealt with a traitor before our very eyes. And to be honest, although I am not a fan of Yandere and am also absolutely against violence in any relationship,I can't Not read something on this topic sometimes. Mostly because of interest, because in such blogs (or simply under the tag #Yandere Dazai) sometimes there are interesting ideas for my correspondence for the characters with my friend or just for my own imagination. And so...
Honestly, I can't help but constantly think about the scenario where I would like to bring Dazai to absolute anger towards our enemy.🥲 So that he would shake with anger and literally lose his head, become wild...(and after all this there was the most passionate and long sex in this whole relationship ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) (I just love Dazai so much, sorry, hphph....) )
And I especially just like it in the scenario where Dazai accidentally, passing by on his way to work, saw how our boss from work,Who allegedly simply invited us for a business conversation, started to pester us in a dirty manner, etc...And we wrote to Dazai that we would be busy at lunchtime on an important matter and Could Dazai feel resentment(?)...But of course, then, having seen what was really happening, he immediately rushed to help,when we were trying to fight off this guy and running out of the restaurant. And then, although Dazai ordered his men to take him to the mafia basements,he was actually planning on putting on a little 'show' for us...Showing us how he first maybe scalps this guy, skins him, and then cuts off each finger,with which he touched us...Then, perhaps getting emotional, Dazai just randomly hits him, letting off steam,and in the end of course killing him...(And I just would like to see him at such a moment a little, to be honest,seeing how strong he is, how handsome, when he is so emotional because of all this...>--< I love all of Dazai's emotions, sorry, phph)...And then when he finishes,he turns to us, covered in blood, disheveled and still in a state of affect from all this. And we come up and kiss him, and then we go home and help him change his clothes and bandages.(Ah, I've just always dreamed of doing this with him.>--<)
Oh, well, that's how it is, please forgive me, it turned out to be too long by accident, as alway༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ Have a nice day! Although I personally am not a fan of all this, I like the way you write and I wish you creative inspiration. (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ (And beware of all kinds of crazy and inadequate people in life, be careful and healthy<⁠(⁠ ̄⁠︶⁠ ̄⁠)⁠>)
TW- Torture, Implied Sexual Assault, Gore
This is very interesting, because I also like too dive into some of Dazais darker emotions, such as anger. Because we don't really get too see him being genuinely pissed, and I know it's because Dazai is good at controlling himself and keeping himself in line, but I'd like too see him just lose it occasionally. The only time I can think of, off the top of my head, is when Dazai was still in the port mafia and Akutagawa fucked up that mission, where he killed that one guy from Mimic and Dazai, having all his planning and hard-work go to waste, just got so severely pissed and punched Akutagawa in the face and shot at him 3 times, when Akutagawa got smart with him. As for this scenario, I do think it'd be in Dazais character, like we saw with Dazai when he shot that guy like 12 times and laughed hysterically about it. We've seen Dazai lose himself quite a few times, so if Dazai were too come across a scene such as this, he'd most definitely lose it, leading him too absolutely torture this man. Besides the canon Mafia torture, he'd want this man too be awake for as long as possible and feel everything too an unbearable degree. But, in canon, Dazai would mostly start off with the psychological torture before moving to the physical part of everything and if this man was stupid enough too possibly taunt Dazai, then yeah, I could see that leading too Dazai becoming emotional, because Dazai at the end of the day is still human, no matter how much he tries too perceive- or even thinks differently.
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