#mori ougai x you

[kxisuke]

Heyy can you write how it would look when y/n met port mafia members by accident bc she burst into meeting room bc she didn’t know they had meeting in that moment and she is Moris wife, at the meeting were Black lizard squad, Koyo, Chuya, Akutagawa, Higuchi and Dazai who is her older brother

✧ AN ACCIDENTAL MEETING

✧ p. mori ougai

✧ tw. none, kinda spoilers?

— a/n. ahhh thank you for the request and for being so patient with me! this is kinda shorter than i wanted it to be tbh, but please enjoy!!

The sounds of your angry footsteps echo through the empty halls of the Port Mafia Headquarters, and you silently vow you’re going to kill Mori as soon as you get your hands on him. How dare he leave poor Elise all alone in her room. You had walked in on the girl, who was quietly crying to herself among her crayons because he had just abandoned her without saying anything. Sure, she was being a little dramatic, but at the same time, he should have some care for the girl who's like his own daughter.  

“I’m gonna kill you, Mori. You better be in here.” You approach the giant doors to the meeting room, the last place to check on your list, fuming to yourself.  

You didn’t expect to walk into a whole strategy meeting, with Mori sitting at the head of the table. The whole Black Lizard Squad as well as a couple other members were also there, as expected, but the person you were not expecting to see was your older brother and long-time rival, Dazai.  

“Y/n?” Mori only has a second to respond to your intrusion before you have multiple weapons aimed directly at your face. You can feel the hint of a smile tugging on your lips at the defensive reaction from the Black Lizard Squad.

Maybe they are as good as Mori makes them out to be.

Reaching into your pocket, you swiftly pull out a knife of your own, hurdling it at Mori. He doesn’t flinch as it embeds itself in the top of his chair, millimeters away from his head. 

“Now, now, let’s not get hasty.” With a wave of his hands and a curt command, the weapons back down from your face. Your angry voice pierces through the room, prompting a smirk from Mori.  

“That’s for leaving Elise all by herself. You shouldn’t just abandon her without telling her, y’know.” He chuckles, gesturing to the various people in the room—all of whom are silent, watching this interaction. They have no idea who you are or what you’re doing here, attacking the head of the Port Mafia so casually. 

“Can’t you see I’m busy? Duty calls, love.” Reaching up and removing the knife still balancing over his head, he points it at you. 

“I’d like you to all meet my dear wife, y/n l/n. Treat her as you would treat me, and we won’t have any problems.” You can see the shock on Dazai’s face—and frankly the shock on everyone’s faces—as Mori introduces you.  

“So you’re the fabled ‘Black Lizard’ that Ougai is always talking about.” Scanning the room, you can immediately place who’s who based on the descriptions Mori has given you. Eyes landing on Chuuya, you size him up.  

“You’re shorter than I expected.” His mouth contorts into a scowl, and he starts towards you with anger in his eyes. 

“Why you...”  

“Chuuya.” Mori’s voice interrupts him, and he retreats back to his place, grumbling to himself. Almost skipping over to where your husband is sitting, you rest against the back of his chair, leaning over and landing a quick peck to his cheek.  

“You’re too hard on me, y/n.”  

“I only do it cause I love you.”

“Ugh, get a room.” You hear Chuuya and your brother making exaggerated gagging noises from where they’re standing next to each other. 

You glare at him before kissing Mori directly on the lips, snaking your hand onto the back of his head and gripping his hair. You can hear Chuuya groan and Koyo chuckle to herself. Higuchi’s a blushing mess, and the Akutagawa twins just stand and stare with what you can only guess is shock. Mori smiles into your lips, and when you finally take a breath for air, he pulls you into his lap, trying to contain his excitement of having finally officially introduced you into the mafia. 

“Now... let’s get back to business.” 

[kunikinnie]

Hello :) can I request Mori and Kunikida on how they would realize they fell for you and how they would confess? (If you dont mind)

a/n: I like this prompt >:) stupid title because my brain can't

taglist: @stygianoir, @irethepotato , @kisara-16reblogs, @thatdazaikin , @dazaee

acceptance + confession

featuring: Kunikida, Mori x GN!Reader

Kunikida Doppo

This would take a LONG time. The denial stage is the longest for this man: a few months to a full year before he's come into terms that he does indeed see you as more than a friend

It would take some special event(s) for him to accept his feelings. Of course, the catalyst would be none other than a certain bandaged bastard

Mostly Dazai tries to get his partner jealous whether it's with himself or some other person. It's working, yes, but this is wayyy too slow. As such, he resorted to more direct methods aka teasing him incessantly (with or without you in the room)

yes he literally gets bullied into submission

"Dazai can you stop that?! What if Y/N gets the wrong idea?"

"Then just say you don't like them! That's the 'correct idea' anyway, right?"

The constipated look on his face when he glitched out from the intense and conflicting feelings was worth the wait

But it doesn't take as long for him to confess to you. Aside from the fear of you finding out through Dazai's antics, the simple dislike of the crushing uncertainty and ceaseless yearning motivated him to act quicker.

He's come up with several plans, ranging from short and straightforward to grand and complex, but in the end he falls for somewhere in between. What's certain though is that it's tailored to your tastes.

Mori Ougai

It doesn't take him as long to accept the fact that he's fallen for someone, but it takes thrice as long for him to do anything about it

He'll catch himself thinking about you too long and too much, and he'll question himself why that's the case. Did he suspect you of something subconsciously? Were you just interesting? Or was it something else?

He'll visit you just to confirm it. The moment he sees your face, he knows what's up.

As to what he'll do with this... new information depends on the circumstances. If harboring feelings for you is detrimental to the Port Mafia in any way, shape, or form, he'll nip the problem in the bud. Otherwise, he'll surrender to the feeling and slowly plan on how to win you over.

The "wooing you" part takes the longest. He knows it wouldn't do to just announce himself to you and it's important that he plants the idea of being in a relationship with him in your mind early on (especially if you're a little more adverse to him than he would like)

His moves are quite subtle. Visits you a little more often than he should, talks sweeter than he normally would, etc. Depending on how you respond is how fast he'll take it up a notch

Once he feels like there's enough wiggle room, he'll be direct with you. He'll say it plainly after handing you over a gofr but whether it's a simple or extravagant one depends on your tastes.

[myshipsbesailing]

Kouyou : Have any one seen my brother? He is small and angry . He is also clearly gay but we haven't talked about it yet

Mori :

Other Executives :

Dazai, who full well know where Chuuya is but no one is supposed to know their "secret", internally panicking : Maybe his tacky hat ate him

[iwas-tooru]

[yandere-romanticaa]

I don't think some people understand just how absolutely terrifying Mori is and I want to talk about it.

When you meet him it will most likely be in a casual place such as the street or the mall with Elise by his side, naturally. The little girl takes a swift liking to you and basically demands Mori to convince you to play with her and he obeys. It is honestly a little humiliating seeing a grown man beg for something like that but it is endearing in its own little way. Feeling bad for them both you agree and promptly make your way towards the playground where the three of you spend the day together, responsibilities be damned.

Before you know it, the physician and his daughter become something of a semi often occurence in your life.

Mori himself is silly - tripping all over his words, especially if Elise says something to him. There are times when the little girl says some of the most concerning things totally out of the blue but Mori always manages to shut her up, which feels out of character for him.

It feels like some sort of secret that you really should not hear but you decide not to pay any attention to it. Everyone has secrets to keep, a skeleton or two deeply hidden in their closets, you don't judge Mori for this.

He is greatly pleased with your easygoing attitude.

Mori often sits in his pitch black office, the scent of fine chocolates and cigarette smoke lingering in the air as his subordinates give him their reports but his mind is elsewhere.

He's half paying attention to the executive's words as he grabs a tiny heart shaped chocolate from the pristine red box, its surface shining brightly against the light that is lit close to him. He pops is in his mouth and savors the milky flavour, the sweet strawberry centre giving it that extra delightful kick which he oh so craves.

Mori indulges in the sweets and thinks of you as he does so. Yes, this is something you would love.

The gifts start pouring and pouring, each one more extravagant than the last. They range from fine sweets, good wine, beautiful clothing and letters which detail the senders feelings towards you. The sender never bothered to sign the letters but always made sure to add something like I'm always watching or Sleep well.

It was creepy.

You tell Mori about some of the gifts that are left on your doorstep but never go into full detail as you're too nervous of scaring him off. The older man always somehow manages to laugh the entire sitation away and tells you to not so worry so much. Don't you know that some people would kill to have someone so helplessly in love with them? He sits on your couch, legs crossed and with a cup of tea in his hands, which you served him of course. You talk and talk and his words give shallow comfort especially as time goes by.

Was he being too forward? Did the gifts not suit your preferences? With a sigh he just waves off his men, all while thinking to himself "Ridiculous, of course they love it!"

Mori thinks you're just shy. You just are not used to someone paying so much attention to you, especially to the extent that Mori is. He has eyes and ears everywhere, your apartment is under constant surveillance and not to mention that the apartment itself is bugged, allowing Mori to hear you speak and do your other daily activities.

He knows you better then you know yourself.

It does not take Mori insert himself in your life in more personal ways. No matter who, Mori always somehow manages to make the people around him look worse than he is and in a flash he orchestrates the downfall of your whole entire life. You lose your job, your home, your friends and family no longer speak to you.

Some, if not all are dead but you don't need to know that.

That is when he comes to you, when you are at your weakest, your most vulnerable. He drops the silly act like a mask and his true colours are exposed.

Mori Ougai is a monster.

But, would you rather sell your soul to a monster or be left in the streets alone, unloved and penniless? Truly, your life would be so much easier if you just submit to him and look, you don't even need to do that much! Eat the food he feeds and wear the nice clothes he gets you and you will be golden!! Just, be still and pretty, alright?

It's honetly so jarring to see Mori's personality shift - one minute he is the silly doctor you met and grew to like, the man who says dumb things in order to make you laugh, the man who was willing to beg on his knees for you to just please, wear this cute outfit, it is going to look so good on you he promises!!

And yet, the next moment he is cold, cruel and calculating, the head of the Port Mafia. He is a man of his word and his subordinates greatly admire and fear him, yes, fear. Do not forget that Kyouka literally started shaking when she saw him after she left the Port Mafia, almost everyone who is in close contact with the man is never the same person they were once before. He will make himself out to be the best possible option and you know that he is the reason why your life is in shambles but that's not even the worst bit.

It is the fact that you have two options. Do you go to the streets and die in the darkness, be it from starvation, dehydration or murder? Or, do you stay with Mori who all but guarantees your safety and comfort, under the condition that you can never leave?

He knows you hate him and he is perfectly content with that. You will choose him in the end, you always will.

That is what keeps you both up at night, one with glee while the other with terror.

🕊️ TAGS: @yanroma, @oneoftheprettynerds, @rosemary108233, @itssara-chan, @gettinshiggywithit, @ophticcus

[iamsuckateverythingtobehonest]

Trash Of The Mafia

Summary: mori arrange a meeting with dazai to meet his 'special student' and his soon to be mentor plus friend?

Warning: mori itself is a warning (Pedophile/Grooming/ETC)

Genre: dazai meet someone stable? Unstable. but healthy enough to give dazai a better view of the world...?? unhinged reader?? canon divergence?

Pairing: osamu dazai x male!reader

Part: 1/?

"AND THIS IS MY OFFICE-" Mori stood in the middle of the room and turned around, spreading his arms apart. A smile planted on his face as he then crossed his arm over his chest. "What do you think, Dazai?"

The boy in question, blink and point at himself. "Me?" He grown quiet and glance around for a second before coming into conclusion. "Well, it's better than mine, I guess..."

"Great...!" He nodded accepting dazai's answer. "Do you know why we are here, Dazai?"

"You mention that we gonna meeting 'precious' surbodinate of yours?" Dazai pursue his lips, "Thus that mean you want me to meet that person right?"

"As precise as ever, Dazai." He smile and turn around, looking at his office chair that is facing away to the wall. "You can come out now."

...

"Eh?" Mori blink and approach the chair, "[Nickname]?" He turn the chair around and see no one there. "[Nickname]!?" Mori started panicked looking around the room.

Lifting everything in the room in sight.

"[Name]!" He shouted, "Where are you?!"

Dazai who has been quietly watching thought, 'Is this a game?'

He nodded his head at his assumption and started walking around to search for the certain person as well. His eyes carefully look at every place.

'There is no a single trace of the person left behind, it's almost like the person never enter the room at all but...' He glance at the still frantic Mori looking around the place. 'That [Name] should be here. Right here, right now base of Mori reaction.'

Suddenly he went still from walking, his eye dilated and look up to the ceiling, "Found you."

A wide grin appear on [Name]'s face, "You found me."

He giggle excitedly and jump down from holding onto the candelier, "How exciting! Someone actually found me!" He clap his hand and put his hand on air, celebrating.

"[Nickname], here you are." Mori approach the boy hurriedly and let out a sigh, "Didn't I tell you to stay seated on the chair...? I was planning for you to have a strict appearance, you know."

[Name] stop celebrating and smiling before a pouted appear, "You are out way too long! I got bored."

"Ah, really..." He smile fondly.

"it's your fault Mr.Mori!"

"Ah, yes. You are right." He nodded to the boy word, going along. "It's my fault, sorry."

Dazai blink at the interaction happen infront of him, 'Mori being too nice right now. He even said it's his fault.' He glance at [Name].

'What's their relationship with each other?'

"Dazai," Upon hearing his name called, Dazai look back at Mori to see he one sidely hug [Name] by his side. "This is [Name] [Last Name], he will be your mentor from now on and help you get comfortable in the mafia."

"Mentor...?" Dazai uttered out, looking at [Name], " He literally look younger than me."

Mori laugh at that statement and while he do so, he stroke [Name]'s head.

Suprisingly [Name] not even mad at the word Dazai's said. "We actually the same age, Dazai!" He beamed with sparkle surrounding him as he jump up then down excitedly, "I never meet someone the same age of me, they usually 20+ or 40+ older than me!"

"How exciting!" He clapped his hand happily.

"[Name] here having a malnourished problem, that is why he look younger and smaller than what his age actually is." Mori explain once he stop laughing.

"Oh." Dazai look at the still laughing [Name], '...That is why he sound annoying, we are the same age.'

"Hello~!" He waved his hand excitedly, "Ah, Aso how's your son doing at home?!"

Dazai is quietly following behind [Name], who is walking and skipping on his step while greeting everyone in his line of sight.

"Doing great! By the way, my wife and I are excited about a twin soon!"

[Name] gasped and squealed, "Oh my god, congrats! Name them after me, will you?!"

"Of course, that's the plan!" The guy laughs happily and strokes [Name]'s head.

[Name] leans into the palm that strokes his head, humming, "I was kidding but thank you, I'm honored!"

After a bit more of chitchat, Dazai and [Name] continue their journey walking to somewhere.

"The ants marched one by one, hora hooray~"

"...." Dazai stared at [Name] continuously behind his back and did not even bother to hide it.

"My student~!" He turns his head over his shoulder to Dazai, "You should speak up instead of staring, you see, you almost make me flush, shy~!! With that stare, hehe~" He declared with a bright smile clasping his hands together.

Dazai scrunched his face in disgust.

[Name] continues acting like a shy maiden nevertheless as he sways his body side by side.

"That guy earlier."

[Name] stand straight with a smile, giving Dazai his full attention. "What about him?"

"You are absolutely an important person to the point even the physician and the port mafia boss right handman, Mori-san seems to show a lot of respect to you." Dazai started and took a step forward to [Name] who didn't give any reaction to his statement.

"Why are you being a puny dog to your subordinate? Even letting them use your name to name their child."

[Name] throws his head back and bursts out loud laughing at Dazai's words, "Oh Dazai," He wipes his tears, "You, will get in trouble saying much thing bluntly."

Even though he said that he shook his head fondly with an amused smile. "I don't have any answer to your question, I just love people. They make me happy, give me serotonin, and give me something to do when I interact with them."

He spins around and starts walking ahead again.

Dazai followed behind and spoke up again to [Name], "Because it's not boring when you have entertainment isn't it? You talk with them like you care about them, ask stories and such."

"How childish." He sneered.

"Bingo!" [Name] admits, not even trying to deny anything. "You really get me, Dazai, I like you!"

"Please don't."

[Name] giggles, "Aww, you say that but I will make you like me~" His eyes shine with an unknown glint as he says, "Anyway, any more questions?" He jumps and clap his hand.

Dazai closes his eyes and opens them back, "You, who are you?"

[Name] tilts his head and starts tapping his finger on his chin in thought, "Hm," An eerily smile curl on his lips.

"I am Doctor Mori's temporary assistant and The Port Mafia, son that soon to be the heir...!"

[yukikogazingthestars]

Fukuzawa and Mori with a S/O who is really into skincare.(Separate)

TW: None

Genre: Fluff

Mori

That man is an ex-doctor so he knows what ingredients work with what skin type.

He will take you to the best of the best aesthetic clinics.

If he doesn't know or has no time for skincare shopping, he will ask Kouyou to take you.

He will buy every gift set from every luxury brand for you to find out which brand works better until you've found the best one.

He will stare at you whenever you apply skincare or makeup until you ask " What's wrong with you?"

I doubt he used his own skincare but after seeing you're too stunning and elegant after the usage of skincares, he will want to use them too.

Of course, he will sneak your facial mask and put on his face telling how the facial masks are so relaxing

His favorite will be green tea with calming effect and collagen since he's in his 40

( He's getting older and he doesn't want people age shaming him in his back)🤣

At night, he and his S/O put on facial masks , lie down on the couch and have some quality time.

Fukuzawa

Unlike Mori, this man only knows shower gel, shampoo and deodorant.

He always sees his s/o applying so much liquid and oil on her face but he never knows what those are.

One day, his S/O ran for groceries and he's alone in the house, that's when he let his instructive thoughts win.

He rushed to the bedroom, picking up the pretty bottle one by one, smelling them one by one.

Finally, he decided to apply them on his face. Don't worry, he has seen you doing it every day so at least, he remembered the routine.

You came back and saw your husband sitting on the chair with a book.

( Something's wrong with him ) You thought quietly and stared at him for 2 or 3 minutes.

And then, you giggled.

"You used mine right? "

Fukuzawa didn't answer but his tomato face admitted what he did. You decided you should gife your husband.

Next day,You gifted him with a set of skincare which was released especially for middle aged men.

Now, you're even jealous of him because being 20 years younger than him, his skin is now better than yours , glowing and glowing.

[cerebralinvasion]

yandere october 2023 event day 1

“needle”

there were very few things you feared. it was natural, as a member of the port mafia you grow desensitized to death and violence. things that would scar most for life become everyday occurrences for you. however, there was one fear you did retain. it was menial and mildly embarrassing in all honesty. considering how even children could deal with it just fine. but shots really did terrify you.

it wasn’t about the needle itself or the fact that it was sharp, but rather the act of injecting something into yourself. the things injections could do once they entered your body. if the intent was malevolent it could be internally destructive, and the likelihood you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it would be high. you had always been a wary individual. any situation with danger out of control is something you would never allow.

all of which was a major reason behind why your current circumstances were just so frightening. seated next to the boss of the port mafia, a feared man known for nothing if not his cruelty. so why did he stand so non threateningly now?

it was like his entire persona had been replaced. whether he had finally taken off the cold mask used to manage the mafia or if it was the face you saw now that was fake, you had no idea. for all you knew neither could be the real him. it was impossible for someone like you to know. it was impossible just for another one of the many assassins in the mafia to be able to read mori himself, the notional alone was ludicrous.

“once again, i’ll ask you to please relax. tensing your arm will only make the injection more painful.” mori’s exasperated sigh pulled you from your line of thoughts. “i promise, there’s nothing to fear. i have no ill intentions. you know that, don’t you?”

“i know.” you spoke, but didn’t sound at all confident in your own words.

rationally, he was right in every aspect. mori wouldn’t bother with killing you himself if he really did want you dead. and in the scenario he did, he would never choose a method as bizarre as this. there would be no need for him to try and comfort and guide you through the process. as a matter of fact, there would be no reason for him to lie about his intent to kill you at all. he just would. but even still, you were so terrified you couldn’t bring your heart to level with your logic. no matter how irrational it was, fear clinged to your soul.

“just relax, okay? you’re safe with me.” mori cooed, attempting to coax you into some sense of security.

“okay.” you huffed. resigning yourself to your fate. no matter how little sense it made for mori to insist on being the one to administer your flu shots, you still had no right to decline the boss’ wishes. with some apprehension you relaxed your arm and squeezed your eyes shut, you didn’t think you’d be able to keep the arm relaxed if you watched the needle dig into you. mori allowed a satisfied smile to take over his face when your attention was off of him.

“all done.” his cheery voice spoke up far sooner than you had expected it to.

“already?” your eyes snapped back open, surprise evident on your features.

“yup! that wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

“i guess not…” you shrugged your sweater back over your shoulders once he had placed a bandaid where your skin had been pierced.

“i told you so... you're free to go back to whatever you were doing now. i’ll be here if you need me.” mori spoke as he cleaned up the tools he had used for the injection. he moved methodically, tucking everything where it belonged and clearing the space around his office without a hint of hesitation in his actions.

without another word you left. mori hummed to himself as he finished tucking the needle away. small steps.

everything is going as he planned. even if that plan meant everything was going rather slow, that was fine by him. mori is perfectly capable of being patient when he needs to be. if slowly building your trust through small actions like this is what it would take, he wouldn’t rush the process, as tedious as said process may be… it would all be worth it in the end if that meant he could have you by his side. and at this rate it wouldn’t be long.

[hey-dont-touch-that]

Bsd fans online:“I want to talk about Ougai Mori’s character from bsd but he’s a creep.😐”

Me: “Okay? And? Let’s talk about it-he’s so interesting to me. He said in a character interview that his greatest strength was his kindness- let’s talk about that. He didn’t want to fight Fukuzawa during cannabalism and apologized right before he almost killed his friend. He helped out the ADA by harboring them, giving them maps to escape tunnels, went to the middle of nowhere to pick up Tanizaki and Kenji and brought them back to the city. He’s on the side of the guild and then he isn’t-“

Bsd fandom: “Yeah but he likes children.He’s gross. End of conversation.”

Me: “ quick question. What you think about Chuuya?”

Bsd fandom: “I love him. He gets so upset when Dazia ignores him. He drinks all the time, and cries over Dazia, and spends all time thinking/hanging out with Dazia. He’s a smol angry wine boy. 🍷. Also he drinks a lot.

Also me: “So it’s okay to misinterpret a character and give them one trait bc you only look at characters one dimensionally and that’s why you don’t want to have a conversation about Mori. Also you reduced all the adult female characters to everyone’s mom.”

If you don’t learn how to have conversations outside of safety zone and about topics you don’t like and ready for conversations about

1) don’t bring it and expect everyone to move on

2) don’t attack those of us that do.

(P.S this is about fans just recycling bsd thoughts/opinions that I see all the time. If you don’t want some fans to analyze certain characters then don’t mention them. Also Chuuya being an alcoholic and that’s all he is,- topic for another post. If you have to switch out the word suicide for sewersl1d€ then you aren’t mature enough to talk about Dazai.)

[sy5t3merr0r]

wish I was normal no I don't

[gaoau]

yes, you do; you're an abominable sinner

theory of the two demons warnings — none word count — 3.7k

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childlike, joyful cackles ring through the hallway as [Name] makes their way to the training room. they're running slightly late and dreading the moment they step into the room to find Dazai pointing a gun at them again. they raise a brow at the unfamiliar laughter, growing louder and louder as they reach the door. they doubt Dazai has it in him to laugh so joyfully. the glowing bruise hugging their spine and shoulders aches with every little move they make, from turning the handle to closing the door behind them.

there's a young child expectantly gazing up at Dazai, who's broodingly leaning against the wall as per usual and doing his best to ignore the little pesky bundle of energy asking to play. exasperated, Dazai sighs in slight relief now that [Name] is here to take this brat off his back. but when he finds their eyes, exasperation morphs into amusement at the loud rage simmering in their scowl. he figured this was an expected reaction, particularly after memorizing their entire history off their files.

it feels like a million shards of broken glass stabbing and invading [Name]'s bloodstream, smoldering as they liquify to burn them from the inside out. tinted with an ugly shade of innocence, they gawk at Q, clearly no older than ten years old, a worn doll tucked between their arms and a bright grin as they press, "i can play with them now, Dazai-san?!"

he ignores the high-pitched call of his name in favor of smirking at his mentee. [Name] stares back at a hollow, bottomless pit of pure darkness. they can hear wails echoing from its depths. and they don't care—not about how desperate Dazai is to burst into tears or how many friends Chuuya has lost or how much murder has stained their palms. "is this who you wanted me to fight today?" they question in a low snarl. the only thing they care about is the fact that Q is still bright.

Dazai's smile is as weightless and feathery as every other day, though today it dances with a faint hint of mockery. "don't underestimate them; they're a walking catastrophe," he warns, soft voice of proper advice. Q bounces over to him, standing in front of him to curiously peer up at [Name]. "i have a few theories i'd like to test out. go on, Q." he gives the kid an encouraging shove, prompting them to start playing.

giggling bubbly to themself, Q approaches their new playmate with a beaming grin. [Name] can't stand the sight of such a young mirror living in the Port Mafia's clutches. they're cautious of the fragile smile organizations like the mafia enjoy wiping clean off the face of the earth. Q knocks their balled fist gently into [Name]'s stomach and they let their guard down in confusion for a moment. they glance up at Dazai before Q pulls their arm back. from underneath their oversized sleeves, blood drips onto the floor.

[Name]'s heart sinks. "hey, what the hell?" they ignore the ache of yesterday's bruises as they drop to their knees, reaching carefully towards Q. they're holding a glass shard, willingly letting its edges dig into their palm. as they laugh gleefully, [Name] tries to pry it out of their hand.

"get ready to use your ability on them," Dazai chimes in.

"huh?"

before [Name] can even hope to register what Dazai could possibly mean, Q takes it upon themself to rip their doll and activate Dogra Magra. [Name]'s vision blurs as they freeze, a dark handprint manifesting on their wrist. Dazai stays out of sight and out of reach in case they mistake him for a hostile hallucination. but the images flashing directly into their retinas have nothing with reigning demons or little angels, the pure and the tainted floating around them, the echoes of falling creatures drowning in ink. all [Name] sees is blinding lights reflecting from their bleeding palms. the same poisoned whisper plays in their ears like a broken record.

childlike laughter bounces off the walls, but [Name] can't hear it. their hands act on their own as they dig their nails into their forearms, ripping through their sleeves and tearing through the skin and drawing blood. i want to die, i want to die, i want to die, i need to die. what hasn't been completed or who hasn't been saved doesn't matter when selfish desire is much stronger than altruism. they crawl and stumble, reaching for shadows that don't exist.

they touch Q instead. as soon as their fingers come into contact with Q's ankle, the handprint vanishes; the hallucinations cease and they regain their senses. Q frowns—they've never had anyone but Dazai counter their ability.

children so young generally take longer to kill than usual, but [Name] doesn't try to harm Q past stealing a small amount of life from them. it's not life they take; an orange glow activates and vanishes within a second. they shrivel into themself, panting and gasping for air, cradling their torn arms to their chest. with blurry vision, they glare at the drops of blood and sweat dripping onto the ground, falling from their face and crying from their eyes. they gulp thickly, wiping the bloody tears off with trembling fingers. their nerves burn under their skin at the influx of energy.

a pondering hum resonates through the room. it takes them a little too long to realize it's Dazai. he's thinking. "do it again, Q."

[Name] gasps at the order, eyes wide in panic. Q doesn't hesitate to do as told. they grasp the glass shard tightly on their unharmed hand before pressing their fist against [Name]'s shoulder. they try to move away before Q gets hurt again, but they only manage to stumble backwards. this time, however, when Q rips their doll, nothing happens.

Q blinks curiously at this rather odd development. they glance up at Dazai in case he's willing to offer an explanation. as [Name] anticipates anything unreal to attack them with bated breath, Dazai counts. he waits.

a beat later, the dark handprint to identify Dogra Magra's curse resurfaces on their bloodied wrist. the orange glow manifests around them and makes them stronger. images and whispers that make [Name] claw at their skin relentlessly, deeper into their flesh so the blinding lights on the ceiling stop flickering so tauntingly. they thrash helplessly, reaching towards Q blindly. Dazai casts a glance at the broken doll. he's already proven both of his theories. he watches in silence as [Name] takes their sweet time in leeching the energy from Q's activated ability.

finally, their fingers brush against Q's face, leaving a smudge of blood on their cheek while they snap back to reality. the handprint fades away. on their hands and knees, they try blinking the blood away from their eyes. Q's slippers come into focus.

Dazai's voice echoes, "good," and [Name] wishes Dogra Magra would make them a haunting hallucination to disappear as well. "that's all i needed. maybe i'll ask Kouyou-san just to make sure…" he scans his bored gaze over his mentee as they gasp and pant to catch their breath. they might be in excruciating pain from the rivers of blood pouring from their arms, but it doesn't keep them from glaring at him so scornfully, so hateful. he hums, "[Name], clean yourself up. give Q a hand, too, while you're at it, yeah?"

both [Name] and Q watch as Dazai exits the room without as much as a single glance at the mess he's leaving behind. once the door closes behind him, [Name] exhales a heavy sigh of relief, letting their shoulders relax while they sit up on their knees. the ache on their forearms starts to slowly settle, burning on the surface of their open wounds. there's still a tingle on their fingers from when they stole Q's lifespan, but it doesn't seem to be as strong as it was with Chuuya.

still out of breath, they lick their dry lips as they gather their bearings. then they notice Q is silently staring at them. they'd been laughing nearly maniacally before, but now they're awfully quiet. their palms are slashed open and bleeding. they're still holding onto that damned glass shard.

"hey! hey!" they start, taking a step closer to [Name], "can we play? can we?"

[Name] looks at their bright, round eyes. they're a kid. they're just a kid. a young kid who shouldn't be here or in a lab or cutting themself up for other people's gain. (they're just a young kid who shouldn't be here, [Name] thinks, but these are thoughts that don't spare Q or whatever happened in history.) fate bleeds through [Name]'s soul, no matter how resistant and resilient they might be. it turns a fragile shade of agony and helplessness.

crawling closer, they try not to scowl at the walking catastrophe, because it's not their fault at all that [Name] is so angry. "are you okay, kiddo?" they steal the glass shard from them, using Mirror Mirage to crush it into dust without leaving any more scratches on themself. gently, they grab onto Q's wrists, shifting their hands to face up and assess the damage. it makes their blood boil. "these cuts are bad, we should clean them up."

"are we gonna play after?! please?" an excited glimmer lights up Q's eyes—a child's spark lights up the night.

although panting softly, [Name] manages the kindest of simpers, huffing a chuckle. "yeah, sure," they answer and an endearing grin blooms on Q's face instantly. "let's fix this first, though." they get back on their feet, motioning the little kid to follow them. (Q thinks they'll follow [Name] anywhere.)

"okay! i'm Kyuusaku!" they cheer, bouncing excitedly on the balls of their feet. their small fingers snake their way into [Name]'s hand, holding it tightly. their open wound burns and their blood mixes with [Name]'s. "come on, let's go play!" they tug and drag [Name] towards the infirmary; the faster they both get patched up, the sooner they can play, after all.

[Name] laughs to themself, letting Q lead the way. a voice in the back of their head says they should be concerned to know Q seems to be more than familiar with the route to the infirmary in this maze of a building. they ignore it when Q's overjoyed cackles ring through the hallways as they squeeze their hand in excitement. [Name] squeezes back.

Dazai Osamu doesn't believe in anything; not in life, not in death, not in good or evil. he believes humans are so weak they cannot live without a faith to rely on. he scans his eyes over [Name]'s files and finds their faith. it's not loyalty; Mori didn't save them from the ruins of an orphanage. he'd laugh if it wasn't so bitter. when he hands the updated documents to the boss, he glares at him with a gaze that demands confirmation to all his conclusions.

with a chuckle, Mori processes the latest development in Mirror Mirage's training. there seems to be a lot more to it than what those researchers managed to put together. as detailed as the information is, if they had known better than to miss crucial bits like this, they would have tried to keep this little tricky ability under even more surveillance. it's quite the powerful tool. countless organizations around the globe would love to get their hands on it.

"i'll be adding it after this, but," Dazai starts, making Mori hum as he looks up from the papers on his desk, "the nullifying effect lasts around fifteen seconds, which can be quite dangerous if used right. the only issue is that it seems to incapacitate them."

there's always a downside, of course. Mori doesn't expect perfection from anyone, not even from the demon prodigy glowering at him across his office. "they're a better investment than i originally thought, then," is the response he chooses with optimism. it makes Dazai's glare burn a bit stronger.

"you had your eye on them for a while," he states as if it were a matter of fact. it is a matter of fact; he knows this much from what he's gathered so far. mentoring [Name] isn't limited to using them as a punching bag.

Mori stares at Dazai with blank eyes. he takes a second to consider the million results that could come from this interaction depending on his answer. "i did meet them before you. seems they were worth it." he waits for a reaction on Dazai's face. he wonders how quick he is to put two and two together. it's been a year, after all.

"i am curious about that, Mori-san."

"what is it?"

"the attack on the orphanage, the organization we eliminated, the misinformation they acted on," he starts listing off occurrences with the help of his fingers. Dazai stares at Mori with a blank eye. "you know there's no such thing as coincidences on this side of the world."

letting the silence settle for a moment, Mori hums. then he grins. "you're right, Dazai-kun."

Dazai seems surprised for a second at the confession. "what if they find out?" he asks, knowing just how easy it'd be for [Name] to write Mori down on their hitlist. he asks because he can't yet put his finger on what it is this man is scheming.

"i'm not worried about that. they won't find out unless you tell them." Mori shrugs carefreely. he looks Dazai in the eye for a little longer, finding the questions he isn't pressing on. airily, he laughs, "i'll let them be the ace up your sleeve when you put a knife to my throat."

"no way," Dazai chuckles genuinely. he shakes his head, lips curling into an amused grin. "they'd never work with me to take your head—or to do anything, really. they'd rather die."

"well, that doesn't mean much coming from them. i won't be mad if they kill themself, but try your best to avoid it, will you?"

Dazai doesn't believe in anything. Dazai knows [Name] won't slice their own wrists anytime soon. whatever belief he has for them is a lie. "so you did know. is that why you left them to me?" even when knowing this, Mori believes he can save this kid and make him live cleanly, properly.

"i'd like to see where this goes."

the discussion ends there. putting another good word in for their mentee, Dazai relinquishes his position as a mentor. he leaves [Name] to train as an assassin under the one and only King of Assassins deep in the basement. Mori doesn't argue; he trusts Dazai will oversee [Name]'s progress until either one dies and he's making this decision because it's the most profitable. if used right, Mirror Mirage can be an unstoppable weapon. promptly after his report, Dazai exits the office.

Mori watches the door close behind him. he glances at the files on his desk, humming, "i hope it works out for you, Dazai-kun."

Yumeno Kyuusaku doesn't like their name anymore. they did at first, when it was only a cute, fun play gifted to them by the mafia. now that they've gone through hell at Dazai's hand—not to mention the hell that awaits—they hate it. they don't want it anymore. it hurts and they didn't ask for this.

jarring, agonized screams echo through the destroyed training room. blood-curling and nearly deafening, [Name] has never heard anyone wail at the top of their lungs with so much pain in their voice. they want to cover their ears from the horrifying noise. they can't, though; not when Q is clinging onto their shirt with balled fists, trembling in their arms and bawling so loudly. Q buries their face in [Name]'s chest, tear-stained cheeks and bleeding wounds making a mess on their clothes. they sob and shout and hiccup until their throat is sore.

even then, they don't stop. [Name] hugs them closer, wincing at the pain shooting through their body and drilling into their eardrums. they know how painful it is to be a tool for organizations bigger than they can comprehend. Q doesn't deserve this. not the training, the desensitization, the torture, the abuse—whatever name it might have, Q deserves none of this. they cry in the only comfort they can find, and [Name] wants to cry, too. they don't, though; not when it's the last thing Q needs right now.

[Name] can't tell if the blood covering them is theirs or Q's anymore, but they know the open cuts are on Q's arms. they should get those cleaned up sooner rather than later, but when [Name] makes a move to get off the floor, Q grips their shirt tighter. they refuse to let go.

sighing, [Name] listens to them sob and shout and curse, "i'll break him…! i'll break Dazai-san…!" they go in circles. they've been going in circles ever since Dazai (waving his hand dismissively, "do whatever you want.") walked out the door earlier. "i'll break him, i swear i will! i hate him! i'll break Dazai-san, i'll break him…!"

with a tone as gentle as they can muster without shattering, [Name] shushes them, "it's okay, kyuu-chan, i know." they run their fingers through Q's hair, matted with blood and sweat.

"i'll destroy him! i'll burn him down!" Q pounds their fist against [Name]'s chest. it's not [Name] whom they want to hurt, but they know no other outlet that doesn't involve glowing bruises and bleeding out.

"i get it, kyuu-chan. i wouldn't blame you if you destroyed the whole world. i bet you could, huh?"

"i don't want to! it hurts! i don't want this…!"

"i know, kyuu-chan, it's not you—"

"don't call me that!" they snap, pulling away abruptly. the open slashes on their arms burn as the coagulated blood pulls at their skin. [Name] stares at their face. cheeks burning a fierce red, eyes quivering and filled with tears that keep flowing; the face of a child, young and angry, throwing a tantrum over a toy their parents refuse to buy. a bruise on their temple and a scratch on their nose and dried blood on their forehead; the face of a weapon (a walking catastrophe), not a person.

[Name] recognizes this face. it's forever unfading in their mind, whenever they glanced at the mirror wall before going to bed. as Q wails grievances about their cursed name, [Name] can't ignore the lonely kid out of sight, chained up and awaiting death with open arms. they can't hear them and they can't see them, but they know they're there. they don't want Q to end up like that. they don't deserve that—not that [Name] did, either. so they listen.

Q doesn't like their name. [Name] thinks kyuu-chan is a cute nickname. Q hates being called Q or anything similar. it hurts and they didn't ask for any of this. not the hospital beds, the straps, the needles, the experiments, the pain. [Name] didn't ask for any of this. they empathize. Dazai is nothing but a nightmare. it all brings pain because of an ability no one ever wanted. the saying in the Port Mafia goes, the greatest misfortune for Dazai's enemies is that they are Dazai's enemies, but what about the poor fools under his wing?

"hey, hey, it's okay." [Name] holds Q's face to stop their rambling, gently cupping their cheeks and brushing the tears away. they leave a smudge of blood on their skin. they see Q's bottom lip tremble as they bite back their sobs. "i never caught your full name, you know?" and because they're a fool under Dazai's wing, they'll behave just like one, because do whatever you want isn't lenience, but a dare. [Name] knows not to touch what burns, but Q is getting burnt, too, unless they do whatever they want.

there's no such thing as rules here, but [Name] is breaking all of them. Q furrows their brows in a frown, eyes glazed over. for a moment, they don't understand what [Name] is asking. when they let go of their face, they settle down, crumbling against [Name]'s chest once more. they mumble quietly, "…Yumeno… Yumeno Kyuusaku…"

"yu-chan?"

(Dazai tells them, "don't," but they reach for the fire again.)

Q shakes their head. they don't like that, either.

[Name] hums in thought. "yume as in dream?" Q nods this time. "okay, let's see, then. yumekyuu? yumesaku… no, that's so bad, sorry." they hear a faint giggle, bursting through Q's bloodied lips. [Name] breathes easy knowing they're calming down, they're not hurting as much anymore, they're not burning. "menokyuu? yunome…? i'll work on it," they chuckle to themself. Q laughs with them.

it's not much. Q's arms are still littered with open cuts and they're still seething with anger. but they stop crying, sniffling as they nuzzle into [Name]'s filthy shirt, letting them rub their hand up and down their back soothingly. eventually, Q dozes off.

([Name] tells him, "shut up," but they know this pain and it'll never end.)

inside the infirmary, [Name] dismisses their right-hand, "good work today, namiyo-san." namiyo bows and exits, making sure not to disturb her boss after their intensive training with Verlaine.

they open the brown envelope that namiyo came to deliver and pull out a bundle of photographs. flipping through them, [Name] can't hold back the grin tugging at their lips. four kids, each in a different home, but fortunately loved and happy. maria, shion, kentarou, and yuu. they're doing fine now.

the battle isn't over yet.

[silverbladexyz]

Port Mafia masterlist

Bold = oneshot

Chuuya:

S/O who had a fight with their parents and is crying

Reacting to S/O switching to customer service voice

With an S/O who suddenly initiates random physical contact

With an S/O who is professional at work but their apartment screams cuteness

With a rough S/O who has a heart of gold

With an S/O who had a rough day and just wants to cuddle

Comforting S/O who had an episode in public

With an S/O who can alter reality

Comforting reader who couldn’t sleep after watching a scary show

With an S/O similar to Ootori Emu

Reacting to S/O saying ‘when we have kids I can’t wait to take them trick or treating’

Soukoku in love with the same reader

Meeting S/O’s ex-fiancée

Reacting to S/O wearing lingerie (SFW)

With an S/O who's like present!Dazai

Ice skating with him

With an S/O who's scared of using their ability

No time to die

Boyfriend headcanons

First kiss headcanons (+ the Flags)

Blue Skies, Tainted Sorrow (Stormbringer!Chuuya)

With a female S/O who demands princess treatment

Unrequited love Part 2 Part 3 (final)

Tears to Shed

Akutagawa:

With a fem! S/O who has tourette syndrome

Reacting to S/O wearing lingerie (SFW)

Mori:

With an S/O who's scared of using their ability

[wizardfrog69]

Welcome, you have chosen 'scenario no. iii'.

Hello friend, my name is Alexander, I shall be your guide today, please follow me. And try not to trip over the bodies or slip on the blood or....

When we are going through the dark tunnel try and stay as quiet as possible, we don't want to wake it.

And remember, there is no turning back.

Your partner knew why you were calling them, they sighed slightly to themselves before leaving. 'Yes dear?' They asked, standing tall.

'Can you help me? The pain came back.' You asked in a pleading manner whilst looking up. They agreed but on one condition, they wouldn't have to get wet. You told them as long as they keep their hands away from the water they were fine.

They started helping with your hair but told you to rinse it out yourself, you did so and they continued to wash your body, lathering it with the soft body wash with the smell of one thousand roses, blooming in the spring. As they carefully moved their hands to ever part of you body you could feel their presence getting closer behind you.

You turned around to face them, a smile spread across their face and gave you a kiss before continuing to wash your body.

After you were out of the tub the covered you with a towel and told you to get dressed, occasionally handing you an article of clothing if needed. You thanked them and were about to get up from you make shift seat, called the toilet, before you were stopped.

They insisted on picking you up and carrying you to your bed to sleep.

Bsd: Fukuzawa, Mori, Akutagawa, Oda, Lovecraft, Fyodor, Jōno.

Mtp: William, Albert, Mycroft.

Now wasn't that fun, you almost got us killed but I think this is the most successful tour I've ever had! Most of the time the visitors die and sometimes even we, the guides, get killed! That was a close one.

Now, where else would you like to go?

Scenario i

Scenario ii

Hopefully you won't get lost, but if you do you can always ask for help.

[ha1taniwh0re]

‼️⚠️mentioned SA⚠️‼️

One person on mu “Stop hating Mori” said i was defending Mori for being pedo and was a little bit rude. I wanted to say IM NOT DEFENDING HIM!!! I said 1000 times i hate that part of him and than when i saw that comment about me defending him for being pedo made me mad bc last year I was raped by one and it hurts to hear something like this so please if you want to comment something anout that post read comments and everything i said and than say something bc this person clearly didn’t read anything just wanted to say there opinions. Im happy to learn something from manga bc im not manga reader and Im taking back saying about father/daughter relationship between Mori and Elise.

Yes i know, that person didn’t know about my life and what happened but still its rude to accuse someone for that even if the other person said 1000 they don’t do that. So please be careful what you say💕

[yandere-romanticaa]

Please can I have a Love Letter with Mori Ougai?

Dearest darling,

I hope you are in great spirits. Did you like the gifts I sent you? I hand picked them all by myself, just for you. The exquisite material was practically calling out to me the moment I saw it, I just knew that it would look lovely on you. Even if it is not quite to your taste that it alright too, I could always get you something else.

I see the way you eye that one particular book in the store and it is just so cute that it makes my heart leap out of my chest. Do you want me to get it for you? Who am I kidding, of course I will get it for you! Your wish is my command after all!

Whenever do you think will that sentiment be returned?

I cannot begin to describe to you the pain I feel whenever I see you actively trying to avoid me. Do you hate me that much? Do I truly cause such a massive disturbance in your every day life?

Tell you the truth, I am not sure whether or not I should be upset or flattered by that fact. There is no one on this Earth who could make you feel the way I do and I take great pride in that.

I see no need to sign my name as you most likely are aware of who I am and I am more than content with that.

Live your life darling, live it to the absolute fullest. It is tragic how easy it is to end a life, it can happen to quickly that you would not even have the time to blink. But your life will be mine, I will be a part a part of it no matter what happens and this is nonnegotiable. The only real choice you have is to decide how smoothly this process will go.

Good luck dear. See you soon.

[ladyrashelougai]

Do you have any pets?

“yes, I have OUGAI😂😂😂”