#dazaiisms

[ao3dazaiisms]

under your skin

Out on his most recent "mission" to bond with the Armed Detective Agency members following their organisations' truce, Chuuya catches a glimpse of a tattoo on Dazai's body that definitely hadn't been there four years ago. It succesfully manages to derail whatever plans Chuuya had of ignoring his pain-in-the-ass former partner altogether.

rated: e | length: 5,602w

tags; tattooed dazai osamu, belly bulge, smut and angst

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[ojirocardigansniper]

impostign a poem this is straight up An Event .

watched cj da fucking x clip in my skills tag (what its FOR.) and resolutely i picked a poem to edit and post. ifyou like bsd pwease know its about my unrequited (in the same way) odazai crazy. if you don't then it's loosely about a teenager propositioning his older friend/mentor. and also he fundamentally believes he isn't worthy of human tenderness or something. anyway. i included some layers in the form, and there is a subtext (i don't know how easy to pick up if youdon't know the. characters though) you might enjoy reading it a couple times. :) pwease letme know if you read it! and anything you liked or thought. i love yuo

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meaningless touch, you wish he would, but he wouldn't; you are too young (too empty). can't really look that in the eyes for long. what about not looking? attempting touch? no. it wouldn't be meaningless. so it can't happen. out beyond pretense of safety or comfort. (sick and ugly, to let it pretend to mean nothing.) either you're a heavy / empty symbol or a real and living child. child? debatable. (but on enough axes to leave the argument spinning, an unpleasant taste in his better mouth.) one can have and still be lonely. not satisfied, cold. (who else would willingly spend time around the deep hole of you?) he harbors a level of understanding that isn't admitted, but you know he sees in your shape his starving youth— the mirror across the bar. (you're too much a symbol of too many things, and you'd never give enough of yourself up— do you even have enough to give?— to wipe away the refractions.) to touch without safety, without comfort- that couldn't be meaningless. (like laying down beside a sleep-paralysis demon, wide awake.) he tells you, almost grave—  it's been considered. (and deemed too dangerous.) you won't get what you want, in truth or in lie, little pit trap.

thanks for. reading :) i love you

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Chuuya cursed quietly, running through corridors until he managed to reach the prison cell in which Dazai has been confined. 

He didn’t receive orders to save his former partner - then again, Mori didn’t explicitly forbid him from it. He did say he’d prefer Chuuya didn’t meddle, but fuck - even if Dazai was a pain in the ass, even if Chuuya honestly wished him dead, the moment he heard what happened, he run. 

Later, the redhead will wonder why he decided to save his former partner. Right now, this was unimportant. 

“Shit, Dazai... what have you gotten yourself into...”

Chuuya whispered, turning pale at the sight of the raven’s beaten, battered body. He’s been tortured, this was obvious - how he was still alive was a different question. Gently, the redhead untied Dazai’s bounds - not chains, simple ropes, that the raven had no chance of opening or breaking out from - and caught his battered body, picking him up with ease.

“...sorry for that, but you’ll be better off unconscious for now.” he said quietly, and hit Dazai over the head, in a practiced manner - to knock him unconscious, but not harm. Chuuya stood quietly with his former partner in his arms and sighed, starting to head to his own apartment. Some part of him told him this was a very bad idea - and later, as he laid Dazai on his bed and started to dress his wounds, waiting for him to wake up, he hoped that part of him was wrong.

[hisashiburii]

New Friend? (closed rp for dazaiisms)

~ i just took a wild guess :’D ~

@dazaiisms​ (continued from x )

The young lost male lets out a soft noise, standing in a posture that showed that he was unsure about all of this. "I'm ah.. Iwao, Hito-san." He replies in a soft voice. "Saotome Hyakuya Iwao." He was trying to figure out if the other was some sort of illusion spell, or what?? Then again, this whole world seemed like one big illusion spell.

Everything was pretty and nice, compared to the destruction and ruin he knew.. Just what was going on?

[ao3dazaiisms]

sugar, candy, honey, baby | skk

Dazai's on his third year of earning minumum wage as Yokohama Bay's Big Splash Waterpark's glorified ice cream scoop — among other delightful assorted tasks like bathroom clean-up duty — when his wet dream personified waltzes right up to his booth. Hot, obviously well-off and with a little kid in tow — Dazai doesn't expect much more than flirty conversation. But when the handsome stranger asks for his number, it seems things might be heating up for the summer.

Or;

How Dazai goes from serving sugar, to serving sugar.

rated: e | length: 16k (ongoing)

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tell me we both matter (don't we?) | skk

Dazai Osamu, Japan's beloved sweetheart, is perfect to the world; donning a dazzling facade that manages to fool everyone but herself.

Confined to the shackles of an iron-tight contract, starved and pushed and pulled and prodded, Dazai quietly awaits the peace promised by her own demise. Until one day, a member of a rockband stumbles through the wrong backstage door, and inadvertently fiddles with the lock on Dazai's cage.

rated: e | length: 47k (ongoing)

tags; fem!soukoku, rockstar x model, secret relationship

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[ao3dazaiisms]

pretty baby, watch me bleed

“There is nothing the Angels’ all-seeing eyes will not find eventually. Even I can’t trick them forever.”

Quiet falls over the room. Dazai continues to look beyond the tall windows, at the thunderstorm that rages in the distance. Lightning strikes every few seconds, spreading across the crimson sky like the jagged roots of a tree.

“You knew.”

rated: e | length: 7,023w

tags; angel/demon relationship, fallen angel dazai, multiple orgasms

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[ao3dazaiisms]

seatbelt sign off

In which Dazai decides to indulge in something sweet just before getting on the thirteen hour flight from London back to Tokyo after a successful mission abroad, and promptly realises there'd been something in the chocolate besides salted caramel chunks.

Chuuya, of course, gets dragged into the mess.

Or; Dazai accidentally takes an aphrodisiac, and he and Chuuya fuck in the airplane bathroom.

rated: e | length: 4,811w

tags; mile high club, aphrodisiacs, multiple orgasms

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[ao3dazaiisms]

paint me in lilac skies

His frown seems more like a wonky smile from Chuuya’s skewed perspective, and for some reason it makes Chuuya want to laugh.

“C’mere,” Chuuya beckons. Dazai narrows his eyes suspiciously, though he does, surprisingly, obey. With one hand still holding the web steady, Chuuya reaches out the other to tangle gloved fingers in the short waves at Dazai’s nape. He pulls him in for an upside-down kiss.

rated: t | length: 3,703w

tags; spiderman au, rooftop picnic dates, spiderman kiss

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[ao3dazaiisms]

tender (touch me)

“You’re late,” is the first thing the younger says.

“Yeah, well,” Chuuya pushes up his mask to reveal his face, silently thankful for the fresh air as it hits his lungs. “Was a tough fight.”

Dazai’s face scrunches up in distaste. “You look like shit,” he mutters. And with that, disappears back into his room.

rated: t | length: 3,245

tags; spider-man au, fluff, tending to wounds

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[ao3dazaiisms]

emotions | ch1: emotions, you get me upset

It's not within Chuuya's life plans to get commited to a mental institution at age twenty two.

But after a particularly violent outburst ends in physical assault charges that threaten to land him in jail, Chuuya begrudgingly accepts the compromise of indefinite in-patient stay at Tenkai Sanatorium. He doesn't expect his time there to include the most infuriatingly intriguing person he's ever met. Or that he'll be forced to confront the demons he would much rather have left in the past.

rated: m | length: 19,362w

tags; sanatorium au, mental health issues, 1990s

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dazaiisms' masterlist

one-shots

only then, i am human | 9k words | rated: e

“You know dying won’t let you escape me, don’t you?” Dazai continues as the silence drags on, “I’d just follow you into the afterlife.”

Chuuya smiles. A small, private thing, and a cold hand comes up cup Dazai’s jaw in a gesture far too gentle for either of them.

“I know.”

tags; toxic dynamics, jealousy, possessive behaviour

beyond repentance | 4k words | rated: e

All Chuuya wants to do is get to this halloween party on time. Dazai, of course, has other plans. Ones that involve a rather whore-ish nun costume.

tags; halloween, pwp, costumes

pull the trigger | 4k words | rated: e

There’s an itch that Dazai yearns to scratch. It burns at the back of his throat, rising like bile and choking him from the inside out. He tries his best to quell it, to stave it off with rope that digs into his skin, water that fills his lungs, drugs that alter his brain. He tries and tries again. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

His need isn’t filled, the urge persists, the voices don’t quiet.

So then, Chuuya.

tags; consensual but not safe or sane, gunplay, Dom/sub

seatbelt sign off | 4k words | rated: e

In which Dazai decides to indulge in something sweet just before getting on the thirteen hour flight from London back to Tokyo after a successful mission abroad, and promptly realises there’d been something in the chocolate besides salted caramel chunks.

Chuuya, of course, gets dragged into the mess.

Or; Dazai accidentally takes an aphrodisiac, and he and Chuuya fuck in the airplane bathroom.

tags; mile high club, aphrodisiacs, multiple orgasms

tender (touch me) | 3k words | rated: t

“You’re late,” is the first thing the younger says.

“Yeah, well,” Chuuya pushes up his mask to reveal his face, silently thankful for the fresh air as it hits his lungs. “Was a tough fight.”

Dazai’s face scrunches up in distaste. “You look like shit,” he mutters. And with that, disappears back into his room.

tags; spider-man au, fluff, tending to wounds

paint me in lilac skies | 3k words | rated: t

His frown seems more like a wonky smile from Chuuya’s skewed perspective, and for some reason it makes Chuuya want to laugh.

“C’mere,” Chuuya beckons. Dazai narrows his eyes suspiciously, though he does, surprisingly, obey. With one hand still holding the web steady, Chuuya reaches out the other to tangle gloved fingers in the short waves at Dazai’s nape. He pulls him in for an upside-down kiss.

tags; spiderman au, rooftop picnic dates, spiderman kiss

under your skin | 5k words | rated: e

Out on his most recent "mission" to bond with the Armed Detective Agency members following their organisations' truce, Chuuya catches a glimpse of a tattoo on Dazai's body that definitely hadn't been there four years ago. It succesfully manages to derail whatever plans Chuuya had of ignoring his pain-in-the-ass former partner altogether.

tags; tattooed dazai osamu, belly bulge, smut and angst

pretty baby, watch me bleed | 7k words | rated: e

“There is nothing the Angels’ all-seeing eyes will not find eventually. Even I can’t trick them forever.”

Quiet falls over the room. Dazai continues to look beyond the tall windows, at the thunderstorm that rages in the distance. Lightning strikes every few seconds, spreading across the crimson sky like the jagged roots of a tree.

“You knew.”

tags; angel/demon relationship, fallen angel dazai, multiple orgasms

amateur mistake | 15k words | rated: m

Chuuya rescues a puppy from the streets; saves it from the maws of death.

Dazai doesn’t care. Until he does. Maybe a bit too much.

tags; canonverse, hurt/comfort, character study

chaptered works

just enough for polaroids and cigarettes | 50k words | rated: e

When Chuuya boldly claims he can leave Dazai satisfied in a way his frequent hook-ups could never do, the two childhood friends enter into an agreement that adds certain benefits to their friendship. Strictly no strings attached, of course. A good idea in theory, perhaps, were it not for the fact that both their strings have been secretly attached to each other for as long as they can remember.

tags; college au, childhood friends, friends with benefits, mutual pining

emotions | 65k words | rated: m

It's not within Chuuya's life plans to get commited to a mental institution at age twenty two.

But after a particularly violent outburst ends in physical assault charges that threaten to land him in jail, Chuuya begrudgingly accepts the compromise of indefinite in-patient stay at Tenkai Sanatorium. He doesn't expect his time there to include the most infuriatingly intriguing person he's ever met. Or that he'll be forced to confront the demons he would much rather have left in the past.

tags; sanatorium au, mental health issues, 1990s

bandidas | 5k words | rated: e

His large, gnarled fingers are a hair's width away from touching her skin through her shirt when the sound of a safety clip being removed rings through the room. Dazai watches with concealed glee as the man’s eyes go wide, held in place by the gun pressed to the nape of his neck.

“Touch her,” growls a familiar voice in the tone Dazai loves oh so much, “You die.”

tags; fem!soukoku, western, rough sex

[ao3dazaiisms]

emotions | ch3: emotions, give me a break

“A dream is something you want, and I’ve never done well with wanting things.”

There’s that phrase again. The same one Dazai had uttered when they’d talked of his brother. Though this time he says it without any tremble in his voice. He says it like this is a matter of fact. Like it’s a truth of the universe.

The sun rises in the east. The moon controls the ebb and flood of the tide. Dazai Osamu does not do well with wanting things.

rated: m | length: 65,294w

tags; sanatorium au, mental health issues, 1990s

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emotions | ch2: emotions, please leave me alone

Mori leans back in his chair, and Chuuya tracks the movement with wary eyes.“I want you to try and tell me exactly what happened the night of the incident.”

Chuuya stiffens. “The incident?”

“Yes,” Mori-sensei nods, “The one that led to you being admitted to Tenkai.”

rated: m | length: 39,011w

tags; sanatorium au, mental health issues, 1990s

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[ao3dazaiisms]

pull the trigger

There’s an itch that Dazai yearns to scratch. It burns at the back of his throat, rising like bile and choking him from the inside out. He tries his best to quell it, to stave it off with rope that digs into his skin, water that fills his lungs, drugs that alter his brain. He tries and tries again. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

His need isn’t filled, the urge persists, the voices don’t quiet.

So then, Chuuya.

rated: e | length: 4,767w

tags; consensual but not safe or sane, gunplay, Dom/sub

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just enough for polaroids and cigarettes | ch 5: stuck with me

“. . .Right,” Dazai nods. He looks a bit like cornered prey like this. His body pulled taut with tension, eyes refusing to leave the floor, hunched over himself as if trying to disappear. Chuuya would give anything and everything to climb into the younger man’s mind and take it apart, bit by bit.

“I’m—,” Dazai cuts himself off, as if the word that fights its way out of his mouth is painful to say out loud. Chuuya watches his shoulders rise and fall in a silent breath. “I’m afraid.”

rated: e | length: 50,766w

tags; college au, childhood friends, friends with benefits, mutual pining

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