#daz gets dropped into the port mafia

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I don’t think you understand the way I raced to read your work once I saw you updated something new lmfaoaoo. But like I have an idea- platonic yandere pm!Dazai with a reader who was sent to assassinate him from a rival organization. This is my first time asking so feel free to ignore this- literately just have a great day <3

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "higher than the sun." 𖤐 yandere osamu dazai // reader.

dazai grows an obsession after meeting the one who was supposed to end him.

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[ a/n ; THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! pm!dazai so silly i love him even though he makes me sad </3 reader and dazai are the same age, so whether it's teen/adult daz depends on reader's age i suppose? ]

[ warning ; platonic yandere, obsession, gender neutral reader, reader's organization is abusive to them, honestly this can probably be read as platonic or romantic, reader also lives in a shipping container like dazai, does that count as a stormbringer spoiler?, mention of torture and death ]

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One month.

It was one month since you were tasked to assassinate Osamu Dazai of the Port Mafia, and it was finally time.

The young assassin stood behind the door with a sharp knife in their hand, leaning against it to listen for anyone else in the room. Only silence.

Nothing could be heard from beyond the door, but you knew your target was behind it. Getting into the port mafia headquarters wasn't easy, but you were here now, so what really mattered was killing Dazai and getting out easily.

You leaned up against the door quietly, trying to listen for anything else to be a danger while you did this job. It was super important you didn't fail. You could never predict your leader's next move.

With an ear to the door, you finally made out a sound. The sound of the door knob turning. Before you could react, the door swung back and you fell forward. Into someone. You landed on your side, while the other landed on their back. It was embarrassing. You sat up carefully to look at the person, seeing if it was truly who you needed to see.. and it was. Osamu Dazai lied next to you on his back, opening his eyes.

You gasped, turning to trap him under you, with the knife in your hand. Now, Dazai was face to face with the person who would bring him death. Your target lie shocked under you, and before you raised the knife to stab his chest, a smile creeped onto his face, and Dazai spoke up.

"Do it," He spoke, followed by a smirk and a sigh. "I always wanted to die under the hands of someone like you."

Hold on.

Someone like you?

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

You moved back off of him, obviously flustered, and dropping the knife. Did he just call you attractive? "Did you just..?" Seriously. Calling the person who was about to stab him, to bring him death, attractive?

Dazai sat up too, moving closer. "Yeah." He spoke as if it was normal. "Are you gonna kill me, or..?" He looked through your eyes, straight to your very soul. "I.. Um, yeah, I'm gonna kill you. With this.." You turned to your side to pick up the knife, but it was gone. Looking back up to see Dazai pulling away from you, with the knife in his hands. Oh.

You backed away further, because now he had the knife, and you were at just about every disadvantage here. "I gotta go, uh."

"Wait, you're supposed to kill me..!" Your target yelled before you stumbled back up to your feet and bolted, leaving the room and running down flights of stairs. Thankfully you had stamina because if anyone else from the mafia caught you, you'd be killed.

But maybe death was better than being beaten by your boss.

Was your life always this miserable before?

That's what Dazai wanted to know. He followed you the night you left, looking for you again.

Dazai gained an obsession. Some kind of love, and he didn't know. He watched through a window as the one who ordered his death violently beat you, continuing to press on your limp body with his shoe for not finishing your job. Dazai stayed out of sight, to keep the living proof of your failure hidden as to not get you hurt more.

Part of him blamed himself for this. Thinking that he should have let you stab him to avoid being beaten.. but then, he couldn't save you in the future, like he couldn't now. That was why he had a plan.

Dazai followed closely behind on an empty street, watching you cling to street light poles to keep yourself standing on a sprained ankle. He noticed how you winced in pain every time your hand clutched the poles, the sensitive, scraped skin giving you a hard time just because you couldn't properly stand.

It was a long walk to where you lived, especially if you're injured. Dazai had a smile, watching while you dragged yourself into your temporary home - a shipping container. You were just like him! You two were destined to meet, practically cut from the same mold.

Like Dazai's own, your living space was very.. empty. Barely anything, aside from a bed and place to store your food, and a few other necessities.

But, at least you could get some sleep for the night.

Only a few days later, you found yourself back in your own bed. Normally for you, sleep was amazing when you haven't gotten it in a while. Any amount was worth it, as long as you had a bed, right?

It wasn't normal, however, to wake up to another person's head right over yours. You could see one eye with a curious glint peering down at yours, the other hidden by bandages.

It didn't take you long to back away and swing a fist at the familiar face. Your former target caught your wrist right at your knuckles grazed his face. Thankfully, it didn't hurt him, or he'd be a little more upset. But could he really blame you? You're just defending yourself, he can't possibly hate you because you thought he came to hurt you.

Dazai didn't yell at you or anything, all he did was ask one question.

"How's your ankle?" You had no idea he saw what he did. Was he not here to get revenge on you for trying to kill him? "What? You saw that..?" You paused, sitting up probably and turning off the side of the bed, lifting your ankle up to see how it looked. Swollen blotches of a deep purple color covered all around the area. It hurt to move, but it wasn't the worst thing your boss had done to you anyway. You've limped home on a broken leg twice anyway. "If you're looking for an apology, I'm sorry. I-I was ordered to do it,"

"No," Dazai stifled a laugh, bringing a hand to his face. He didn't care about your apology. He wanted you to kill him anyway.. but not now. "I don't want a 'sorry'. Instead, I have an offer for you."

You never heard offer with a good meaning.. normally, your boss would give you a mission for a large amount of money, and then cut down on his word by paying you less than his promise. "Offer..?" You cautiously asked.

"Yes." Dazai stood in front of you, reaching a hand out for you to take. "Come with me, join the port mafia." His hand was steady, contrary to the way he felt inside, anxious. Anxious for your answer, for your reaction.

You hesitated. Leaving your boss would be.. hard. Despite the organization being smaller than the port mafia, it wouldn't be hard for your boss to find you. If he found out you were gone, who knows? Likely, he'd have you killed for treason. "What would my superior say..? He'll find out, then he'll have me killed."

"I won't let him hurt you." Dazai responded quickly, taking your hand in his without asking, It hurt. It hurt your skin, the palms of your hands still scraped, not fully healed. "I won't let him lay a finger on you. Would you do the same for me?"

He stared into your hesitant eyes for a few moments. "I can't betray him.." Dazai didn't like your decision. His eyes were darker, less hopeful for your answer. "I understand." And with that, he let go of your hand and left.

It was a few days again since you decided to stay under your boss.

Dazai could understand. He knew you were terrified of being killed for turning against your only source of income. But he could just have your boss killed if he wanted to! He could have him tortured for hurting you as much as he did! All Dazai needed was for you to trust him, and it didn't work, he should have known.

Unless he used another tactic. Maybe he could get you to come with him willingly, but why would he wait so long to take you out of your situation? Kidnapping was always an option, anyway.

But first, he wanted to get your boss out of the way. There was nothing too special about his death, really - it just was rare to be tortured by Dazai specifically, then killed.

Now that your boss was gone, what was basically your life had just dissolved in the span of two days. Your boss was dead, multiple other members had gone off the grid, and you were forced to go back home.

The shipping container's doors shut with a slam while you flopped onto the bed, whether it was anger or sadness, you couldn't even tell. Part of you was relieved, hearing about the death of your abuser, the infamous boss of your organization. Your vision was blurred. You didn't feel like you had a purpose anymore. You practically just lost your life.

The thing that snapped you out of your dissociation was the sound of the container door shutting. When you looked back up, Dazai was there, standing in front of you with a smile on his face.

You wanted to tell him the answer was no, knowing he was going to ask you to come with him again, but you were too out of it to do anything but look up at him. "I heard about your leader."

He mocked your boss. Dazai knew what he did. "I know you have something to do with this," You sighed, blinking to gain composure over yourself.

"Maybe," Dazai stepped closer to you, tilting a head at your accusation, smiling. He didn't deny it. "So, what'll it be?"

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wish that it was me

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The last person you wanted to see at this meeting was your older brother. The same brother who left you in the hands of Chuuya Nakahara and the Port Mafia years ago, but all you can see now are the pleading eyes of Osamu Dazai begging for forgiveness.

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Chapter one - Deep breath

warning,, slight mention of anxiety attack

wc - 1.1k

Chapter two

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You blink slowly as you process the words coming out of Chuuyas mouth. 

“Huh?”

Chuuya lets out a loud sigh as he looks between you and Akutagawa, “I said, it would be good for both of you to come with me to the meeting. We’re going to be working with the ADA a lot more often now. You need to get familiar with them” 

“I’m all set, Chu. Thanks for thinking of me though” You spoke with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. 

“Listen, if it’s because of Daz-”

Chuuya was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing, you glanced down to see Mori’s caller ID flashing on the screen. “Boss calls. You two have fun at that meeting though” 

You turned quickly to walk towards Mori’s office before Chuuya could argue the issue anymore. You knew where he was heading with it, ever since the Mafia and ADA joined forces, you’ve been quick to avoid any interaction with them. Always coming up with an excuse to avoid joint missions and meetings but Chuuya could see right through you. He had been there for you the night Dazai vanished without a goodbye, not bothering to text or even write a note to you about where he was going. Chuuya took over the role of older brother and trained you to be one of the strongest alongside Akutagawa. The three of you growing closer together using the hurt your brother had caused to give you all something to relate to. 

Unfortunately for you, Chuuya forgave Dazai. It was soon after the two organizations had joined together, Chuuya had texted you to come over to his apartment and once you were there, he tried explaining why Dazai did what he did, why he left without a word but you weren't hearing any of it. You hadn’t spoken about your brother in over a year, his name alone made your stomach drop and eyes water. “Please stop” was all you managed to say back to Chuuya that night before breaking down. You had barely heard what Chuuya said besides a couple words, “Detective” “Happier” and “He had to”, knowing Dazai was happier with the ADA than he was with the Mafia made sense, but what you couldn’t understand was why he was so much happier without you. 

You shook your head trying to erase the memories swarming your mind as you reached Moris door. 

“Hellloooo” You announced, walking into his office. Most people would think you’re out of your mind for walking in without permission but you had been alongside Mori for eight years, he was used to this behavior by now. 

Mori raised his eyes from his desk as you made yourself comfortable in the chair across from him. 

“Hello to you too” He smiled, “I needed to talk to you about tomorrow”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow. Chuuya had requested you and Akutagawa join him for a meeting with the Detective Agency and-”

“No.”

“And I knew you’d give him a hard time about it so this is now an order. You will be attending this meeting.”

“Mori-” You started

“I know. But you will have to see Dazai at some point. We might as well get it over with, right?”

You took a deep breath as your eyes began to water, “I can’t”.

“This isn’t a question, you are going. That is all I needed to discuss. You’re free to go”

You nodded, standing up from your chair. 

“Chuuya is waiting outside,” Mori spoke, not bothering to glance up from the paper he was reading. 

As soon as you stepped into the hallway, Chuuya was by your side rambling about how he didn’t want to go to Mori but you left him no other choice. You tried to focus on his words but your heartbeat was pumping loudly in your ears.

“Hey, you okay?” was all it took for the tears to finally fall down your face. Your chest growing tighter and tighter with every gasp you take. 

“I don’t want to see him, Chuuya. Why couldn’t you respect that?” You spoke through your tears.

“I’m sorry. Look, you can spend the night at my house tonight. We can watch a movie or something to calm you down. If Dazai tries anything tomorrow, I’ll be the first to knock him down, you know that”

You nodded, following Chuuya towards the exit of the building. “I hope he just keeps his mouth shut”

“I think everyone hopes for that,” Chuuya laughed.

The night went by fast, Chuuya and you watched movies until you fell asleep on the couch. You had forgotten all about seeing Dazai until Chuuya was shaking you awake at seven in the morning. 

“Come on. We have an hour until the meeting” You could hear the slight irritation in his voice as he shook you

“Five more minutes”

Chuuya ripped the blanket off of you, “No. You said that five minutes ago. Get up”

You grabbed the blanket back from his hands with a glare, “I’m sick. ‘m not going” 

“Bullshit. If you’re not ready in 15 minutes, I’ll carry you there in your pajamas. We still have to go get Akutagawa.”

So now, here you are. Standing in front of the ADA building alongside Chuuya and Akutagawa. 

“Yeah, I can’t do this” You spoke, turning to walk towards the car.

“Akutagawa, you know what to do,” Chuuya spoke with a sigh.

“Wha- Akutagawa! Let go!” You shouted, as Rashomon wrapped around your waist, keeping you from walking any further. 

“No.” Akutagawa replied, staring at you with a straight face.

You huffed as you tried pulling yourself out of the strong grip.

“Not going to work. Stop being a child, we’re going to be late” Chuuya spoke, glaring from his watch to you. 

You rolled your eyes, mumbling a ‘fine’ as Akutagawa released you, allowing you to follow them into the building. 

You stood outside the meeting door, glaring daggers into the back of Chuuyas head as he spoke to, who you now know as, Kunikida. 

“Ready?” He asked, turning towards you.

“Do I have a choice?” You asked, side eyeing Akutagawa who gave you a small smile in return.

“Just take a deep breath. You’ll be fine.”

You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply as Chuuya opened the door. You opened your eyes and scanned the room, no sign of Dazai. ‘Maybe this anxiety was all for nothing’ you thought as you sat beside Akutagawa and a younger blonde boy. 

Kunikida stood, scanning over the seats as he spoke. 

“Where is Dazai?” He asked

The boy beside you began to answer before the door swung open revealing the last person you wanted to see. 

“Sorry, Kunikida~” Dazai sang as he strolled into the room, “I was-” He stopped mid-sentence as his eyes locked onto yours. 

“What are you doing here?”

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Meetings and Misfortune

Dazai Osamu x reader x Oda Sakunosuke

Series Summary: While Dazai finally gets over the death of his friend and moves on with his life, he has to watch him unnaturally return into the would, and now he has to watch him turn twisted and into everything he hated in a way.

Chapter Summary: Dazai finally reveals to the agency the situation they are dealing with, but their important meeting is interrupted by a public incident.

Trigger Warnings: Emotional trauma, mentions of extreme violence, mentions of emotional distress, mentions of illegal activities, and strong language.

Previous Chapter: Needed Connections

"Dazai, so you are saying that the usual agency's level of vigilance may not be against your undead associate if they choose to attack us, and the new unknown group radicals I presume." Voiced the president in his authority laced tone after Dazai finished explaining to the agency the new situation they are in.

"Not maybe, will not be, everyone should travel in at least teams of two, the unknown group we do not have any information on, other than the fact that they can raise the dead an control them, whether it's one person with the ability or one person with a necromancy ability and another one with a mind control ability, I have no idea. We do know that we could very possibly see more revived assassins in the coming times until we find the ability user or whatever is resurrecting them."

"Alright, everyone pay attention!" The president doomed, but mostly at Ranpo eating snacks in the corner. "I am going to make it official that everyone stay in a group of two or more at all times for everyone's safety for the time being, the groupings will vary from day to day based on daily assignments, but it's going to be a new rule that you cannot leave the building unless you have a partner with you. Dazai and (Y/N), shift your investigation to work on finding the new radical group, everyone is dismissed."

With that everyone rushed to go to various activities and investigations, but not without an eerie uncertainty that wasn't present before. Whatever it was is was definantly keeping you on edge, and you had a feeling that something it wasn't going to go ideally today at all, but you didn't know why, the classic hunch.

"Hey Daz, do you have any ideas where to start with looking for this new group, I have one, but it's something neither of us are going to like."

"If you mean anything other than asking the port mafia if they've had any rival groups show up than no, but it's quite the possibility that we could ask mutual-boom...... Did you hear that (Y/N)?"

"Yeah I did.....Do you know where that came from? It was kind of faint so maybe it was someone dropping something like a BUZZ BUZZ...wait a second Yosano just texted me."

Check the news. Was all that flashed on your phone's screen, and now you're curious so you check the news app, but the headline was far from pleasant.

BOMB SET OFf BY UNKOWN ROBBER GROUP AT BANK TO ESCAPE, MORE DETAILS TO ARRIVE SHORTLY.

"Oh shit, Dazai I know where we're heading next."

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"Well this is definantly not what I wanted to do today." He said staring at an computer, occasionally making a little clinking sound.

"You never want to do anything Dazai." You said as you were going through they bank's filing system.

The two of you were currently going through the bank's resources to find out what exactly the robber's stole. When you got to the crime scene it was blatantly obvious that this was not the usual heist considering that once you got there the two of you were told that no alarms were set off during the thieves stealing process. Meaning that they got in undetected. What was even weirder is that no money was actually stolen. The current bank you were at also offered an high-end, state of the art security vault to filthy rich buyers, with that being said the robbers most likely didn't use the bomb to escape, but to get into the vault instead.

So, the two of you were figuring out what they stole because clearly they went through a lot of trouble to get to it, and it had to be something more than just high value considering that the vault looked completely full, and all the items currently resting in it were family heirloom jewelry, paintings, and almost virtually anything a rich person would want to keep safe.

But, due to the bank's privacy policy there is not master list of all of the items in there, instead they kept in portfolios of the buyer's, so they two of you had to cross check every item in there until you figured out what was missing. While Dazai was checking the security footage, you were checking the items.

"Do you see anything on the security feed that hints to who these guys are?"

"Unfortunately the group of three were smart enough to have their faces completely covered, so the answer to that would be no. Also unfortunately there is no feed useable after the bomb was set off, but given the fact that they didn't bring any bags with them means that they stole something that could fit in their pockets. Maybe like a flash drive or something."

"Actually not a flash drive." Is all you said to cause your partner to turn around, then you elaborated. "It was a key, but unfortunately the buyer paid the bank extra money to keep their name anonymous, so we don't have any leads from that."

"Well, we know what the key looks like or do we not?"

"Yeah, there's a picture right here." You hand him the file containing all the information given about this key.

Unlike most keys it has two heads meaning that it's meant to unlock two different things. They key itself is made out of silver, engraved with some sort of writing all over it but you don't recognize it. It's also tarnished, meaning that it's probably very old along with pretty beaten up.

"It's kinda funky looking, wonder if someone shoved it down my throat it would kill me or not." With that you give your partner a classic glare. "Or not."

"Uh huh, that's what I thought, it does say that key was previously owned by a private collector, while it doesn't say their name, it does say their gallery if you could even call it that is 'Baroque.'

"Wait.....that's the auction that a bunch of filthy rich people go to quarterly, and some of the port mafia go there as well, but how are we going to even get in it's by invite only. We definantly not on the list, and last time I checked it's in about a little less than a week, do you have a miraculous plan. We could always steal someones invite....."

"We aren't going to steal anything! I have a plan, but it's stupid, and it would be a miracle if it worked."

"What might that be?"

"Ask Chuuya to see if he's willing to take me as his plus one."

At this point in time Dazai was the one staring at you, but not in they death glare way, in the way like did you literally just say that to my face sort of way.

"I'm so betrayed (Y/N)."

"Well do you have any better ideas?"

Truth be told he didn't, and he knew that his rival did have an invite because he saw him go to that auction in the past. He knew if he asked he would most definantly be killed in a matter of seconds, but you actually had a slim chance of actually convincing the short red head to help you, even if it's only temporary.

"Do you have any tips before I go Daz?"

"If you want the annoyance to actually give you a chance, you should bring some high-end wine as a bargaining chip."

While nodding in agreement, you stood up, and rushed to find the port executive. Walking into what would most likely become a complete disaster, but it's the only shot you got.

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Dazai's Daughter

Genre: Angst

Warning: N/A

Pairing: Dazai Osamu/Female Reader

Extra: Imagine you and Dazai are like 25-26.

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"Higher! Mommy, higher!",my six year old daughter,Sakura, cheered as I pushed her while she was on the swing set.

I laughed to myself and continued to push her. I took a quick glance behind me and felt my heart drop.

"Hey, (Y/n). Long time no see."

"Dazai..."

"Huh? Mommy, why'd you stop pushing?",Sakura asked.

Dazai looked past me and towards our daughter. "Is she also mine?"

"Yes,",I answered without hesitating.

"Can we talk?"

"We have nothing to talk about,",I growled.

"M-Mommy?",Sakura whimpered.

"I'll have someone look after her while we talk. It won't take that long."

"Are they also from the Port Mafia?"

"No he's not. His name is Atsushi. Do you like cats?",Dazai asked Sakura.

"Yes! Can I go to Atsushi, mommy?",Sakura asked as she tugged on my sleeve.

"If she gets hurt, you will pay Dazai."

"I promise she won't. He's over there,",Dazai said as he moved his head towards a white haired male who was sitting on a bench with a butterfly on his finger.

"You can go to him, Sakura. If he hurts you, scream and mommy will come to you right away. Ok, sweetie?",I asked Sakura.

She nodded and ran over to Atsushi.

"So her name is Sakura?"

"Yeah. You said that if we ever have a child you'd want to name her Sakura if she's a girl, or Sakunosuke if he's a boy."

"I wasn't expecting that you would name her what I wanted you to."

"Well she is your daughter too."

"I was expecting you to hate me, I guess you don't if you still decided to name her that-"

"You're wrong. I do hate you. Do you know why I hate you?"

Dazai kept quiet.

"It's because the day you left was the day I was going to tell you that I was pregnant. Because you didn't even try and make me come with you. Even if I wasn't part of the Port Mafia, you shouldn't have left without giving me a word too! We loved each other!"

"I still do love you!"

My eyes widened as I took a step back.

"I still love you, (Y/n). Please I want you back in my life, I want to be back in yours. I want to raise Sakura more with you." Dazai brought me into a hug. "Please."

"No,",I said and shoved him away. "I never want to see you again. If my daughter says that she saw you, so help me you will no longer have a suicide wish because you'll be dead."

Dazai's eyes noticeably widened from the threat and it shocked me a little with what I said.

Still I pushed on. "Goodbye, Dazai,",I said as I walked past him. I felt my wrist get grabbed and I growled. "Daz-"

"Please there has to be a way. (Y/n) I can't lose you again. Please."

"Do you still drink?"

He kept silent.

"Are you still suicidal?"

He kept silent again.

"I don't want someone like you ever near Sakura. Now, let me go."

"(Y/n) plea-"

"God dammit Dazai!",I yelled as I looked back at him. Tears were beginning to stream down my eyes. "Please. Just let me go. I beg you."

Dazai's eyes widened and he gently let go of my wrist.

I wiped my tears away and went over to Sakura and Atsushi. "Sakura sweetie, say goodbye to Atsushi we have to go home now."

"Bye bye, Mr. Tiger!",Sakura said cheerfully. Sakura and I walked to my house when Sakura began to talk again. "W-Who was that man with the brown hair back there?"

"It's no one you have to worry about."

"But you said that he was my dad."

"Sweetie he's someone I knew from a long time ago. If you ever see him, run away ok?"

"What about Mr. Atsushi?"

"Him too."

"B-But he was nice!"

"Sweetie I don't want you to possibly see that brown hair man again. If you talk to Mr. Atsushi then you might see the brown hair male again. It'll be bad if you see the brown hair male."

"Ok, mommy."

I mentally sighed. 'It'll be bad if I see him again too. I want to protect Sakura. If I let him back into my life, he might leave without a word again. I don't want Sakura to go through that.'

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" Dammit! Everything was just starting to get better and then you do this!" { Daz }

‘ i am so tired all the time, all i want to do is rest. ’ { Dazai }

He had never heard her like this before. Though, what did he do? That was the main question. Brown eyes looked at her as she yelled at him. He was covered in blood, his cheek was slashed and little droplets of blood was dropping on the ground. “I don’t even understand what ya talking about” the executive complained as he shrugged off the jacket upon his shoulder. He tossed it upon the couch, it wasn’t covered in blood. He had disappeared from the house, though the last thing he remembered was getting a call then everything went black. Reality was, his darker personality came out. He had threaten Miran, something that he hadn’t done in a long time. Even going as far as to point the gun at her, then came back covered in blood. 

Dazai didn’t know about the darker side of his personality , that person and him--- they were two sides of the same coin. The darker side took advantage of the fact that he didn’t know about it, but it sure knew about everything. “Miran, I don’t even know what ya talking about” he said again as he went to begin pulling off his tie then his slashed and bloody previously white dress shirt. There was a decent gash on his side , cutting the bandages away and make the ones around it bloody. He followed Miran towards the bedroom. He pushed her down on the bed, not caring about the blood in that moment. 

“Then rest, why are ya complaining to me about it? I’m not the one telling ya to try to do everything by ya self. Use other people around ya to make the hotel run smoothly. Though don’t listen to me, I don’t know how to run a hotel. Oh wait, I oversee hotels for Port Mafia every so often. Ya should be glad that they haven’t sent anyone here to rightfully claim ya hotel.. Then again I won’t let them.” He was hovering over her, he was so close. A slight drip of blood going to stain her clothes. “Anyways, I don’t know what ya even mean to begin with. Last thing I remember was uh.... getting a phone call. Then everything blacked out and next thing I realize I’m covered in blood. So anything that I apparently did, I have no knowledge of them.”

[codename-bewareofthefangirl]

Dazai finds a kid the way home and bring the child with him and tells chuuya he want to adopt the kid cos he/she so cute? But Chuuya is more responsible and tells him its not that easy but he starts to like the kiddo too? And its just happens?

THIS ASK WASSO GOOD?! THANK YOU! Really, I’ve definitely exaggerated with the fluff but comeon, those two need a happiness in their lives alright? Don’t judge me, I’m asucker for fluff. I hope you’re going to enjoy this, because I’m pretty happyabout the result!

Have a niceday!

Soukoku(DazaixChuuya), Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Daily Life, Child Involved

Blue Eyes

Chuuya would have liked to go back in time and slaphimself. Hard. Because he had made two unforgivable mistakes in his life: first,falling for the idiot Dazai was; second, deciding to share an apartment withhim.

In any other occasion, he would have already been outside,searching for a bar where drinking Dazai and his stupidity away until the hispartner would come to pick him up; unfortunately, now it was definitely not anacceptable solution.

“Dazai, no,” he stated firmly, crossing hi arms. Hewas seated at the table of their small dining room, with his partner on theother side. He was drenched with rain and the floor was already a reduced to apuddle.

“Come on, Chuuya-kun!” he whined like a kicked puppy, “Lookhow cute she is!” he chirped raising by the waist the small kid he was keepingon his lap.

Chuuya took a deep breath to not curse in front of achild.

“I can see she’s cute and all BUT IT’S NOT OURS!” Hescreamed running his hands through the hair, exasperated.

“I know it’s not ours, I picked her up from thestreet,” Dazai shrugged hugging the little girl. She was wearing ragged clothesand her brown hair where styled in two messy piggy tails. She seemed happy tobe with Dazai and was looking around quietly, without uttering a single wordeven if she was probably three or four.

Chuuya felt like hitting him. Hard enough to make him unconsciousfor the next month.

“Did you want me to leave her there, alone under therain? It’s November!” Dazai asked narrowing his eyes and a disapproving pout onhis lips.

“No, I wanted to bring her to the police and searchfor her real parents,” Chuuya hissed through gritted teeth, “That’s exactly whatwe are going to do tomorrow morning.”

“I refuse!”

“Dazai!”

“I. Refuse,” the other insisted, protectively shieldingthe little girl into his arms.

“We can’t adopt her!” Chuuya grunted in disbelief,raising his hands to the ceiling.

“Why not?” Dazai batted his eyelashes, while he absentmindedlylet the girl play with his bandages.

That…was cute. But not enough to make Chuuya give in.

“Because first, we’re not sure her parents have reallyabandoned her and we need to try and search for them,” He started gesturingwith his hand; Dazai gave him a pointed look, but he ignored it. “Second, a memberof Port Mafia and one of The Detective Agency being good parents? Really?”

Dazai chuckled, covering his mouth with a hand.

“You’d be an awesome mom, since you’re so good atnagging,” he mocked him with a wink and Chuuya groaned. Maybe a little embarrassedat his words. Maybe.

“In fact, I’m worried about your influence on her, notmine,” he rebutted rolling his eyes.

“See? We’re already bickering like real parents.”

Chuuya covered his face with a hand and sighed deeply.

“Come on, babe.” Chuuya blushed a little at the petname. “She was alone in a card box, under the rain. Her parents have abandonedher and you know it. And, lately we’ve not had that much work to do, haven’twe? The city is calm and the new generations are doing a pretty good job,” theman cooed trying to persuade him.

He looked at Dazai’ still damp hair and the frail girlthat was starting to doze off in his arms, grabbing his coat with her littlefingers. And maybe, just maybe, something moved in him.

“That Atsushi and Akutagawa spend half of their timequarreling and destructing the city, the other half pining around each other.How’s that a “good job”?” Chuuya grumbled averting his eyes before the mancould see his crack, but it was too late.

“They’re just slow at accepting their feelings. I findit funny,” he shrugged innocently, “Just like me and you,” then he added in asultry voice and Chuuya felt heating up.

“Don’t change the topic.” He glared, but regretted hiswords immediately. Dazai was waiting for that opening.

“Alright!” he chirped bouncing up and reaching hisboyfriend, who vainly tried to escape. “Take the girl and bath her while I takea shower, dear,” he said putting in Chuuya’s hands the girl.

“Oi Daz-” he burst, but the little girl interruptedhim with a giggle.

He froze, while she planted her hands on his face andsmiled brightly.

“Hi!” she chirped.

“H-hi…” He greeted back, softening his awkwardexpression.

Dazai gave them a fond glance and disappeared in the bathroomhumming happily.

Chuuya and the girl stared at each other, until theman sighed.

“Come on, let’s change those wet clothes,” he mumbledtoo sweet for someone who should have been the voice of reason.

While he undressed her and softly washed her body, hecouldn’t do nothing but thinking. It was the most foolish idea Dazai had evercame up with and that said it all. Yet, when he watched how the girl splashedhappily in the water or the way she smiled at him while he brushed her softhair, he found part of him thinking “Why not?”

At some point, when he was dressing her with one ofhis older t-shirt, which he had cut so that it was a sort of mini dress, thelittle girl tugged his shirt and he instinctively smiled at her.

“Yes?” he asked, crouching to be on the same level asher.

She watched him with her big blue eyes and smiledwidely, pointing at her own chest.

“Hana!” she bubbled excitedly and then waited for hisresponse.

Chuuya let out a small chuckle and patted her head.

“What a beautiful name, Hana-chan!” complimented her,who beamed, and then gestured at himself, “Chuuya.”

“Chuua?”

“Chuuya.”

“Chuu…ya!”

“Good girl!” he shined picking her in his arms andleaving a kiss on her chubby cheek.

“I see you’re getting along,” Dazai laughed warmly.Chuuya turned horrified and found him leaning against the frame of the shower, wearinghis bathrobe, slightly loose, and with a knowing smile on his lips.

Damn. He had heard everything.

“Please, dress properly, there’s a child,” he scowledcovering the eyes of the innocent girl and storming out of the bathroom.

“Then keep your thoughts pure, Chuuya-kun!” Dazaichirped amused, combing back his dark hair, making his boyfriend’s ears growingred.

 Half an hour later, Chuuya was in the dining room withthe girl asleep in his arms and he was looking at Dazai, cooking in their smallkitchen with a stupid frilly apron on. The man was humming cheerfully, asalways not worried about his partner’s internal conflicts.

“Dazai,” Chuuya called him exasperated, looking downat Hana, “Why do you always pick up strays? You should stop with this habit ofyours,” he grumbled upset. The entire new generation of the Detective Agencywas made of strays he had picked up. Why he had always to-

“Should I?” he turned to look at him with an unexpectedbittersweet smile on his face, “But every time I see a stray I think about youand me and I can’t let they be. Where would we be now if no one had picked usup back then?” asked softly staring straight in his eyes.

Whatever witty comeback Chuuya was coming up with, itdied in his throat. He blushed and averted his eyes.

“This was unfair,” he murmured, hiding his red cheeks withan arm.

“But it’s true,” Dazai shrugged, paying attentionagain at the pot, “And, if I have to be honest, she had your blue eyes.”

This was the last drop.

Chuuya slammed his head against the table mumbling unintelligiblethings.

“Tomorrow,” he blurted with his heart pumping loudly, “We’llgo to the police. If no one claims her back, she’ll stay with us.”

Dazai put down everything, turned and, bouncing,reached Chuuya with a delighted, childish smile.

“Thanks, Chuuya-kun!” he leaned and pressed a kiss onhis lips.

“I hate you,” the other replied pouting.

“Yeah, I hate you too.”

[styxjuice]

I’ll Do Better

title insp

You can pry this AU from my cold dead hands.

Trying to branch out into a different fandom. I'm pretty proud of this; tell me what you think! (Also this is partially make it up to one of my friends who keeps inviting me over but we have conflicting schedules. I hope we get to spend time together soon!)

EDIT: Fixed some characterization issues. Enjoy the updated version!

Dazai never expected his life to change this rapidly.

He wanted his life to end rapidly, but that was something entirely different from having two infants handed to him within the course of three months and being told that he was the father of both of them.

Akutagawa is first. His mother drops him off sobbing after their breakup over a year prior, handing Dazai a small child that she can’t provide for. The second, Atsushi, is the cause of the breakup between Dazai and the boy’s mother, who throws their son at Dazai the first chance she gets and never looks back.

He considers dropping them off at an orphanage, but he repeatedly puts it off, and his excuses for keeping them keep changing. First it’s that he doesn’t have the time. After that it’s because they’re not old enough. A while later he reminds himself that he’s orphaned a few children before and he doesn’t want to go there in case any of them recognize him, so it’s best he wait.

And yet, he never makes any move to send his sons away. Perhaps it has something to do with finally being able to care about something that’s a part of him, in a way. His own life is useless, and Dazai knows this, but Akutagawa’s and Atsushi’s aren’t. Their lives have barely started, and maybe he can raise them to not make the same mistakes as him. And if they turn out better than him, well, maybe he can prove to himself that not everything he’s done has been worthless. So be not-so-begrudgingly accepts this abrupt shift into a life of diapers and formula bottles.

That isn’t to say he doesn’t rethink his choice sometimes. Juggling two children while holding a job – a job in the Port Mafia, no less – causes him to stagger into work with bags under his eyes and a lack of focus that almost costs him his life on a few occasions.

“You’re going to kill me,” Dazai mutters one morning, laying down on the rug, watching Atsushi as Akutagawa climbs on his back. “One way or another, you’re going to kill me.”

Atsushi turns his head to look at him quizzically, his golden-purple eyes blinking. Slowly, he grins with just his two front teeth, rattling the small tiger-shaped plush in his hands.

“Da!” he beams.

Dazai stares at him a moment, eyes wide. Atsushi crawls forward, placing his small, pink hand on his father’s face. “Da!” he says again.

Dazai reaches one hand out to gently tussle Atsushi’s hair, causing his son to giggle. He smiles slowly.

“I’ll keep you around until you do me the honor of killing me, then,” he says softly, while Akutagawa pulls at the bandages around his eye and babbles in his ear.

Dazai soon falls into a rhythm. He works when he can, finding babysitters that can show up at a moment’s notice if he’s needed elsewhere, and he begins to learn more about his boys.

Akutagawa screams the loudest and the most often. He always wants attention, and he takes every opportunity to remind his father of this. More violent than his brother, Akutagawa often pushes Atsushi over and forcefully takes toys from him. Atsushi, the quieter one, cries only briefly until he distracts himself with something else. He falls asleep the easiest and is content to merely sit in Dazai’s lap and chew on teethers, rather than play with noisy toys or continually stick foreign objects in his mouth like his brother.

Gradually, as Dazai begins to ask for more days off, he realizes that he’s never told his boss or any of his coworkers about his sons. It isn’t as if he doesn’t want them to know, it’s just never come up. He and the rest of the Port Mafia don’t really have time or reason for small talk or updates on each other’s lives; no one cares anyway. He’ll tell them if they ask.

That’s what he tells himself until the attack.

He’s late getting the boys to bed. The dishes sit piled up on the counter because he hasn’t washed them in days, so he leaves his sons to play with each other in the living room while he finally tries to chisel the crusted food off of their plates. Letting Atsushi and Akutagawa stay up late isn’t a big deal to him; they’ll fall asleep on their own if they’re tired enough, and Akutagawa is always reluctant to leave his toys and go to bed anyway. The longer Dazai can postpone that struggle, the better.

Suddenly something in the living room falls with a crash. Akutagawa screams. Dazai’s eyes grow wide and the plate in his hands falls to the floor and shatters.

“Akutagawa!” he shouts, racing into the living room. He isn’t sure what to think. All he knows is that his son has never screamed like that before. He thinks he hears something growling in the split seconds before he sees what’s happened.

Claw marks slice through the walls. The TV’s fallen over and cushions have been knocked off the couch, but Dazai barely notices them. All he sees is Akutagawa, tears streaming down his face as he screams, a huge white tiger cub looming above him and snarling.

He doesn’t question it. His brain doesn’t give him time to question it. His arms move before his thoughts tell them to and he grabs the beast by its neck. Yet as he makes contact with it, a blue glow emanates from the tiger and his palm, shining through his fevered thoughts like a lighthouse.

The form of the tiger shifts and changes in his hands as Dazai puts the pieces together. The fury in his eyes recesses as they widen, and his grip loosens around the beast’s neck. Still shaking as the glow fades entirely, he pulls what remains of the tiger to his chest. Atsushi lays unconscious in his arms.

Few things in life scare Dazai anymore; death will be a welcome relief when it comes, and he doesn’t care what others think of him. But as he sits in the floor, panting, trembling, fear penetrates him and sinks into his stomach.

He stays awake long past after Atsushi and Akutagawa are settled in their cribs, his mind racing while he stares blankly at the scars across the walls. If Atsushi inherited an Ability from his father, what if Akutagawa did?

The boys aren’t aware of the turn their lives take that night. They have no idea of the pact their father makes with himself as his fists clench, his brow furrowing.

He’ll protect them, both from each other’s Abilities and from the Port Mafia. To them, two Gifted children are just future soldiers.

Dazai makes sure he’s at work more often, but not too often, and he eases back into more work hours as to not raise suspicion. Babysitters are replaced with a nanny that is willing to spend more than half of her week with those boys. She practically lives at Dazai’s house during the day.

“The boys should be in bed by seven, as usual,” he explains as he pulls his coat on. “But I should be back before then.”

Kuniko nods, holding Atsushi in her arms and bouncing him slightly. She won’t meet his eyes today and seems to be holding onto Atsushi a little more tightly than normal. Dazai smirks.

“Are those the signs of infatuation I see?” he purrs, playfully offering her his hand. “Finally fallen for me?”

Kuniko looks at him long enough to raise one eyebrow. “Not on your life,” she says firmly. Dazai chuckles.

“Still as strong-willed as ever. That’s my Kuniko.”

“Not yours,” she remarks as she turns her back on him, walking back into the house. Atsushi waves a little over her shoulder.

“Bye-bye Daz.”

Somehow that small gesture makes Dazai’s chest swell more than Kuniko’s love could ever could.

“I’m home!” Dazai announces, throwing open the door. His cheerful expression quickly becomes a frown; the lights are off. The apartment’s quiet. “Kuniko?”

Silence.

Dazai slips off his shoes and starts to walk into the hall. “Kuniko?” he calls again. His heart rate is speeding up. “Atsushi?” He peers into the kitchen. The light’s off and dirty dishes sit piled up in the sink. “Akutagawa?”

He’s starting to run now. Panic fills him as he sprints towards the bedrooms. “Atsushi! Akutagawa!”

“How long were you planning on keeping them hidden?”

Dazai stops dead. Slowly, he steps backwards, turning to face the living room. The couch is occupied.

“What are you doing here?” Dazai breathes.

His guest sighs, twirling his hat on his finger. “I haven’t been to your place in over a year and this is how you greet me?” Chuuya mutters.

Dazai is on him before he can react, slamming him into the wall behind the couch by grabbing onto his collar and lifting him.

“Where are they?” He hisses.

Chuuya chokes, eyes wide. “They’re in their room! They’re fine! Let go!” He says quickly. Dazai narrows his eyes but releases his hold, letting Chuuya fall back onto the couch to rub his neck.

“How did you find out about them?” he snaps.

Chuuya picks up his hat and sets it back on his head, looking up at Dazai from under its rim. What Dazai can see of his face is a foreign mix of hurt and indifference.

“Certainly not from you,” he mumbles.

Dazai’s expression doesn’t change. “You never asked.”

“I shouldn’t have needed to!” Chuuya bursts out. “You’re the one who didn’t think to tell your partner that you had kids!”

Dazai frowns. “You know what’ll happen to them if Mori finds out,” he replies calmly. But when Chuuya shrinks back and says nothing, Dazai feels his heart stop for a moment.

“I was sent to tell you,” Chuuya says quietly, not meeting his eyes. “Mori thought that if he sent anyone else, you might kill them.”

Dazai stands stock-still as the world seems to collapse around him.

“He noticed you were acting strange and sent a scout to investigate. After he found out, it was easy to get your nanny to work with us.”

Dazai feels as if he wants to scream, run, and empty his stomach onto the floor all at the same time.

“All it took was a little cash and a gun in her face. She let me in and all I just had to wait.”

Dazai stares at him. For once, he has nothing to say. No witty remarks come from his dry throat.

Chuuya watches him. “It’s not all bad,” he says, almost sheepishly. “They’re under the full protection of the Port Mafia now. Nothing can touch them.”

Something in Dazai snaps. “Protect?” he spits. “Mori says he’ll protect them?” Fury seems to pour from his very soul, pulsing through his veins like acid. “He’ll protect them until they’re strong enough to kill for him,” he growls, venom dripping from his words. “He’ll protect them as long as they’re useful to him, but if they slip up one too many times, all bets are off. He’ll protect them until they’re grown into the perfect soldiers and are old enough to fend for themselves.”

Chuuya stares at him with wide eyes. On the surface, Dazai seems eerily calm. But Chuuya’s known him long enough to know the rage behind his clenched fists, the hatred within his dark eyes. “Hey, Dazai, calm down,” he urges, but Dazai’s doesn’t see or hear him.

“They’ll either die or turn into me,” he says with awful realization, his visible eye filled with loathing as he stares at nothing. It was the worst thought of all; that his own sons might turn out like him, as suicidal Mafia members that can’t even manage to save two little boys from a life of misery and bloodshed.

Chuuya’s palm across his face strikes him like a bolt of lightning. “Snap out of it!” he shouts, grabbing Dazai’s shoulders and looking up into his face. “There’s no use pitying yourself! What’s done is done, and it’s not your fault that it happened!”

Dazai stares at him, the lines on his forehead growing deeper. “I could’ve done something-!”

“No you couldn’t have!” Chuuya shoots back. “And you can’t do anything now, Dazai! Now that Mori knows you’ve been keeping secrets from him, he’ll have eyes on you all the time!” Chuuya’s shaking, gripping Dazai’s shoulders as if he’s the sole thing keeping him tethered to sanity. “Dazai, I know better than anyone how much you’re capable of,” he says, his voice dropping. “But just this once, for your sake, there’s nothing you can do.”

Crying suddenly reaches their ears, drawing their gaze towards the bedrooms. Chuuya swiftly releases his grip.

“Dazai…” He says again, slowly, but Dazai closes his eyes and holds up his hand for silence. His breath’s still shaky as he straightens his back and clears his throat. He opens his mouth to speak, but he cuts himself off with a sigh before saying anything.

“You’re right,” he admits softly. He says nothing else. Losing his temper won’t help Atsushi and Akutagawa. Nothing will.

With that, he walks into the hallway to soothe the Port Mafia’s latest soldiers.