#mafia daza

[venelona]

A pic I drew for my fanfic 'Write My Report' where we're doing paperwork mafia-style

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai #atsushi #dazatsu #dazushi #dazai osamu #atsushi nakajima #bsd dazai #bsd atsushi #mafia daza #dazai x atsushi #atsushi x dazai #with each fanfic i write the worse the summary gets #i love how i rewatched bsd but skipped dark era arc #cuz i was like '...i am sick in bed i cannot watch oda die again' #and then i proceeded to write about dark era dazai #...i really need to rewatch those episodes just GIVE ME A MOMENT. ITS FINE. #bungo stray dogs #....i drew dazatsu once back in like 2017 how did we circle back here

[duckyfann9871]

Man

BSD 2 ep 4.

#I am in pain bruh #spoilers #but how could you make me think Oda died #and then hes not dead! #and then kill him off again #my heart cannot take this #he was so beautiful #:( #oda sakunosuke #dazais friend #i miss him already and he literally jus tdied #i really like that they. went into dazas backstory though #and it makes us understand the port mafia a bit more #like especailly Dazai and akutagawa #my poor boys #are going through it #but its okay #because this show is peak fiction #PEAK FICTION I TELL YOU #BSD 2 #bungou stray dogs season 2

[yurislotusgarden]

ʚїɞ Not just a little crush ʚїɞ

ʚїɞ Port mafia!Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 1k

ʚїɞ Tw’s: literally nothing, just pure fluff of him being down bad

ʚїɞ This is literally just 1k words of Pmzai being down bad, whipped, even lovesick, for his crush🤷‍♀️

How did he end up like this?

The youngest executive in Port Mafia’s history, The demon Prodigy, one of the most feared people in Yokohama if not the whole of Japan, Dazai Osamu has fallen in love.

He tried to tell himself that it wasn't that. That the nice feeling he got whenever he was around you was just because of him standing near, or spending time with a friend, a close one, but denial can go on only for so long.

The brunette at first thought that his crush, as Chuuya had called it when he had caught onto Dazai's more than normally weird behavior, was one-sided. After all, there was no way that someone like you could love him, that just wasn't a possibility in Dazai's mind, yet you decided to go against his calculations once again, you seemed to like doing that and causing him to freak out.

It wasn't too long before he realized that, just maybe, you did at least like him in a romantic way, some acts just couldn't be brushed off as a friend gesture.

One thing he just couldn't brush off, as well as it being the reason he realized his crush may not be one-sided, was him remembering one of the times you cooked him food, even though you were aware how picky he could get with that matter.

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A figure with brown-haired locks could be seen walking on the deserted sidewalk. Moonlight shone on him as he arrived at his destination, your house.

You always greeted him so sweetly, especially when compared to all the people in his life. Welcomed him like he was a classmate, a friend, a normal person that you both knew he wasn’t. He wasn't treated like a superior, like someone who would kill if the smallest mistake was made around him, and Dazai knew that he liked it from the very start.

Dazai had thought before how would it be if you somehow were in the PM, but to his surprise, he realized he hated, even despised that idea. Something about the concept of someone like you, a person who in his eyes could be an angel for all he cares, being in a dark place full of violence and death like the Port Mafia, was just absolutely not right.

Dazai had arrived at your door, not having to wait long after knocking for the door to be opened by you.

“Dazai?”

You. Oh, the lovely little thing that you were in his eyes. Innocent compared to him, a civilian who somehow met and befriended a feared mafioso without the slightest care in the world.

He had no idea how he managed to get where he was, but he had no regrets.

“Yes, me! Now let me in, it's damn cold!”

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You disliked crab.

In fact, you disliked most seafood, he was perfectly aware of it, and yet, you did this just for him. 

A crab that could as well look like it was made by a restaurant chef laid in front of him on the table. It looked well-seasoned, the crab’s shell was purely gotten rid of, and the smell wasn’t overwhelming like a lot of food tends to be like to him… you really thought it out carefully. 

“What is this?” It was kind of a stupid question, but he wanted to know your reasons.

“What do you mean? I thought you liked crab?”

“I do-”

“Then shush and eat, you stick.”

What did you just call him? Did he hear it right?

“...’Stick’?” You turned to look at him as he said that, stopping the cleanup you were doing just moments before.

“Yes, have you seen yourself? When was the last time that you ate a proper meal, dear?”

Oh. Goddammit. Don’t get him started on the pet names. He was aware that you used it on people you considered close to you, as long as they agreed, and he’s been lowkey embarrassed ever since you asked for his permission to use them on him, or more like embarrassed on how fast he agreed to that. Dazai didn’t know why he liked it so much, maybe it was because of how no one ever referred to him as such, maybe it was the way you sounded when you addressed him with them, or maybe it was entirely just the fault of your voice but he simply didn’t care anymore.

“I think we both know that you’d rather not know the answer.” His answer caused you to let out a soft sigh, but what he said was kind of true. In truth, he would answer that it was the last time he ate at your place, which on one side wasn’t that long ago, but otherwise, he barely eats anything. You and Chuuya were the only ones getting any kind of nutrition into his body, which he supposed he should be thankful for… not like he’s ever going to voice it out.

“Right. Now eat, I don't need you collapsing on my floor.”

“But I don't wanna!” If any of his subordinates saw him like this, whining because of food, they would be dead on the spot, but he's alone with you, and he’s been over being embarrassed about his behavior with you a long time ago.

You sighed, and he knew that you were about to use the biggest thing you have on the brunet against him, just to get him to eat… Not like that wasn't Dazai’s plan from the start, he's gotta get his fair share of you, doesn't he?

“You eat the most you can and you get cuddles.”

“With you playing with my hair?”

You smiled softly and said, “I'll even add head kisses to the mix.” knowing damn well that it’s gonna win him over.

You knew what you were doing, you had to, and he didn't mind as long as you kept your side of the deal. He's gonna finish that damn plate if it means affection from his favorite person will be solely on him for as long as he wants it.

Hearts, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

#another thing he cannot brush off is how affectionate reader is with him with no hesitation <3 #me looking at the word count expecting to see that I wrote 500-600 words but saw 1019 words: WHA- HUH???😰😭 #anyway i love this sm #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #port mafia x reader #port mafia dazai #port mafia dazai x reader #mafia dazai x reader

[sskk-manifesto]

Higuchi is so resentful towards the ada - because they had Akutagawa retreat, which I suppose is something she isn't used to see and has probably hurt her pride -, she now aims to take revenge on them at all costs. But if the Black Lizards raid had been successful, Dazai could have even ended up seriously wounded, or worse. And Mori is still deeply concerned with Daza's well-being; now that I think about it, if he was to find out Higuchi did something that put Dazai's life at serious risk, he would have probably been very displeased with Higuchi's action.

… It would make sense if Mori acted to punish her at some point. Perhaps that's why he did what he did in chapter 14 when he set so that Akutagawa - the most important person to Higuchi that we know of - risked dying after being kidnapped. In the perspective of “person I care not to die being put in serious danger”, it's a very eye-for-an-eye, a very mafia way of acting, that would fit the very pm boss Mori a lot.

I doubt as much was intentional of the author. But tbh to me the Akutagawa kidnapping in chapter 14 makes a lot more sense under this light than it ever did. Because I never found that event very convincing: Akutagawa is a powerful pm operative, he's the most skilled ability user in the pm after the executives and maybe even at par with some of them; Mori had all to lose by renouncing to Akutagawa's assets by having him killed by some scoundrels while he was temporally incapacitated. And though I mostly agree with the interpretation that it was a test Mori was putting Higuchi through to prove her loyalty, to me that explanation still comes up short… Why would he be willing to sacrifice such a powerful piece as Akutagawa for not-even-sure-she's-got-an-ability Higuchi? Don't get me wrong, I love her, I would definitely pick her over Akutagawa; but this kind of power dynamics is probably what matters to Mori the most and what he would evaluate when taking decisions. On the contrary, a punitive mission, a “taste of her own medicine” reasoning: that makes a lot more sense to me as for why Mori acted the way he did tbh.

#ichiyō higuchi #ryūnosuke akutagawa #ōgai mori #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd s1 #bsdrewatch2023

[originalaccountname]

Fun BSD French translation details and choices - Episode 21 (by someone who does not understand Japanese but thinks the differences with the English translation/subtitles are fun)

General notes: (get comfortable, Stuff Happens and blorbo is here)

A lot of weird little things today. Kouyou said she was delivering Dazai's message to Mori "to thank the ADA for their hospitality". Mori talks like he's mistaking Dazai's tan coat for the coat he gave him years ago and is delighted Dazai still wears it. Dazai says he only recently learned about the thinkers Mori mentions. Stuff like that, that shifts time or intent slightly.

Dazai's final jab to Mori was "les monstres ont tendance à croire que les autres sont des monstres également" (monsters tend to think others are also monsters).

Soukoku's name in French in the anime is "Double Noir", literally "Double Black" (though 'noir' can mean both 'black' and 'dark'). Fun fact: on the French wiki, they are also listed as "les jumeaux de l'ombre" (twins from the shadows).

After nullifying Steinbeck's ability, Dazai says "Oh, le salopard!~" (Oh, that bastard!~), as if he's sarcastically replying to Steinbeck's shock at Dazai's ability, instead of complaining about having to deal with Chuuya.

When Chuuya asks Dazai if he knows was a Pétrus is, Dazai actually answers and says yes he knows, it's an extremely pricey bordeaux (Oui, c'est un vin de bordeaux extrêmement coûteux).

Dazai call Q "the sleeping princess waiting to be saved" (la princesse endormie qui attend d'être sauvée). Chuuya sneers "yeah, talk about a sleeping princess" (ouais, tu parles d'une princesse endormie).

"Écoute, tant que Q sera en vie, vous aurez besoin de mon pouvoir pour désamorcer le sien; je vous serai des plus précieux, et la Mafia veilleras sur moi comme une tendre mère poule" (Listen, so long as Q is alive, you will need my ability to disarm hers*; I will be invaluable, and the Mafia will watch over me like a sweet mother hen.) (*Q is a girl in the French dub)

Skk's plans are called "Remords et crapaud" (Remorse and Toad), "Pluie derrière le treillis" (Rain Behind the Trellis), "Mensonges d'une fleur décorative" (Lies of a Decorative/Fake Flower) (side note: they all sound like one of them has to hide and/or cause a diversion...)

"Listen Chuuya... I have one last thing to ask you before I die..." (Écoute Chuuya... j'ai une dernière chose à te demander avant de mourir...)

Chuuya refers to using Corruption like it's a strategy name like the other 3 were just before. It's also called Pollution, which is the same word in both English and French. It sounds less cool than Corruption (which would also be the same word in French), but it does fit the tainted+ vibe. Dazai does later refer to it as "Chuuya's corrupted form".

Ô, pourvoyeurs de pollution noire, Autorise-nous à lui fermer les yeux à tout jamais. (O , purveyors of dark pollution, Allow us to forever close their* eyes.) (*singular, unspecified gender pronoun in French)

Today's quotes:

VF: Alors c'est quoi ce tentacule? Un caprice de la nature? (So what's that tentacle then? A freak of nature?) Eng: If it's not an ability, then what is it?

Dazai: Le choix te reviens, mon vieil ami. (The choice is yours, my old friend.) Chuuya: Le choix me revient, le choix me revient... c'est facile à dire ça. En plus, je sais que quand tu prononces ces paroles, c'est que nous n'avons justement plus d'autres choix. (The choice is mine, the choice is mine... that's easy to say. Plus, I know that when you say those words, it's because we don't have any other choices left.) Eng: I'll let you choose. // You'll let me choose? Whenever you say that, I never actually have another choice.

Chuuya: Je me suis servi de ce pouvoir parce que je te faisais confiance, et toi...! Tu as intérêt à me ramener à la base, si tu veux que je... te pardonne un jour... (I used that power because I trusted you, and you...! You better bring be back to base, if you want me to... one day forgive you...) Dazai: Tu peux compter sur moi, coéquipier. (You can count on me, teammate/partner.) Eng: I used Corruption because I trusted you. You... better take me... to the extraction point... // You got it, buddy.

#bsdrewatch2023 #bsd french dub adventures #bsd #bungou stray dogs #apparently i talk sometimes #THAT TOOK FOREVER #that's fine it's because i have things to share

[universallychaoticpan]

My colleague just lost something I lent them. It's not expensive, but it's precious to me because my grandpa bought it. So I'm kind of upset rn :( Can I maybeee.. perhaps.. get a headcanon or scenario where Dazai and Ranpo comfort the reader in this situation, please? Either Dazai or Ranpo just fine!

Thank you🥺🤍

I'm sorry, that sucks. I really hope you get it back, whatever it is, and I hope this make you feel a bit better. They are a bit short, but I hope you enjoy. <33

Dazai had an odd relationship to his family, which was to say there really wasn't one. Even you didn't know the extent of his life before he'd joined up with the port mafia years ago. For all you knew, the first 18 or so years of his life were just a vague mystery.

But you weren't like that.

You knew your family, your parents,your grandparents. Unlike him, you were connected to them. So when he found you so sad, brushing it off like there was nothing wrong, he knew there had to be something he could do.

Though you denied anything being amiss, Dazai was and always had been a persistent man. (At the very least, he got what he wanted no matter what.) You almost didn't want to tell him. It seemed so trivial, getting so worked up over a lost trinket. But you remembered when your grandfather had given it to you, and now you wondered if you'd ever get it back or id you'd live with the small pang that sang in your chest when you thought of it.

But he didn't make you feel ashamed when the truth came out. In fact, he nodded. He told you he understood; when you were like him, you spent your life feeling like you were never grounded. But you had a family that kept you harbored when life got rough. Even if he didn't have it himself, he knew what having a family meant.

And he promised that you had his help looking for your belonging until you had it back safe and sound.

Well Mr. Genius here didn't even need five seconds to tell what was going on. By the time you had filled him in on what you'd lost, he was brushing the tears from your eyes, fixing his jacket, and holding out his hand.

"Come on," he said cheerfully. "We're going to find it if it takes us all day!"

Now you weren't going to lie, the last thing you wanted to do was leave your apartment and go sleuthing around the city. Frankly, you wanted to curl up on the couch and disappear within a pile of blankets. But you sighed and took his hand, and after a few minutes of walking, you did start to feel better. It was a nice day; the sun was out, the air was fresh from the last night's rain, and you could almost ignore your sadness for a moment.

"Please tell me you know where you're going?"

He played at mock offense, pressing a hand to his chest and sighing dramatically. "You wound me! Doubting my abilities like this. Of course I know where I'm going."

This ended up not being true. You walked through winding streets, across busy roads, through back alleys and in circles for about two hours, your sides aching with laughter from Ranpo's jokes. daza

In the end, he'd had to use his deduction to find your way home. (Just as you'd predicted, he'd gotten you lost.) And you didn't find what you were looking for. But you fell asleep that night after he promised he'd go looking the next morning. And you knew you could trust him to find it.

#ranpo edogawa x reader #ranpo x reader #edogawa ranpo x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader

[tklpilled]

i loved you in the most natural of ways

(dazai/chuuya)

summary: dazai and chuuya dance together. just for a mission, of course.

a/n: this was an excuse to write them dancing and then i got carried away

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Dazai knows he’s staring.

You can’t blame him. He and Chuuya have been sent on a mission, and said mission has brought them to a fancy party, hosted by their target. They’ve spotted him already, but they don’t want to cause a scene, making them wait for an opportunity to catch him alone.

Dazai is staring, though, because—well, it’s not as if in the Mafia they have much time for dressing up. Most of their missions don’t have a dress code, so it’s not often that he’s seen Chuuya outside of his normal clothes. He’s never seen him dressed so nice. 

He just didn’t think Chuuya had the ability to dress nicely. That’s all. His hair is even styled, but Dazai just has the urge to ruffle it and mess it up.

He’s noticed Chuuya looking at him the whole night as well, for reasons that he can assume are similar to his own. How rude. Dazai is perfectly capable of looking nice.

He jabs the smaller boy in the ribs to grab his attention; a nudge without such harshness would have worked just as well, but where’s the fun in that?

Chuuya glares up at him. “What do you want?” he hisses.

Dazai gestures to the room around them, where people are beginning to dance. “We should join them.”

“Why the fuck would I dance with you?” His voice is quiet, but the malice is clear enough.

“You ask too many questions,” Dazai sighs, shaking his head, but he explains anyway. “It’ll only make us more noticeable if we just stand here. We should try to fit in.”

Truthfully, he doesn’t think that’ll be necessary—everyone is far too drunk to notice anything more than an arm’s length in front of them—he’s mostly only saying it for Chuuya’s reaction. Pissing him off is so fun.

“Dance with me,” says Dazai, holding out a hand. “You’re my dog, remember? You have to do as I say.”

“I would rather die.”

Luckily, Dazai doesn’t care about what Chuuya would and wouldn’t rather do. Chuuya apparently doesn’t either, because he takes Dazai’s hand after a few moments of it being offered to him.

“Don’t worry,” Dazai murmurs to him as they walk to the center of the floor. “I know how to dance.”

Chuuya’s only response is to roll his eyes. It’s just a simple waltz, nothing that requires too much thinking. He’s sure even Chuuya can catch onto it pretty quickly.

He’s quickly proven correct, it’s not long before they’re in sync, for the most part, anyway. They keep stumbling over each other.

“I thought you said you could dance!” Chuuya growls.

Dazai can’t help but smile. “I can.” He isn’t lying; he’s stepping on Chuuya’s feet on purpose.

They dance for a while, changing from a waltz to a classic ballroom dance. Dazai is embarrassed to admit he loses track of their target a few times—he tends to be the more observant one, but with Chuuya’s hand on his waist, it’s so hard for him to focus on anything else.

“Damn it, why am I leading?” Chuuya complains as they nearly trip over each other for the hundredth time.

Dazai laughs. “Here,” he says, switching their positions. “It’s like this…”

He leads them around, and while Chuuya is clumsy about it, he keeps up fine. He’s annoyingly good for someone who doesn’t even know what he’s doing.

Without warning, Dazai tightens his hold around Chuuya’s waist and dips him down. Chuuya gasps in surprise, and though his eyes widen as he stumbles, he manages to stay on his feet. Their faces are rather close, their noses almost touching. Chuuya’s cheeks seem to have more colour to them. Must be the lighting.

“The fuck was that for?” Chuuya whispers angrily when he’s standing upright again.

“Is there a problem? It’s part of the dance,” Dazai answers with a smirk.

Chuuya looks like he might kill him. Teasing him is so much fun.

They continue their dance for a few more songs, slowly falling in step with each other (although Dazai does trip Chuuya up a few times just because). They both forget about the mission for a while, too caught up in the dance to notice that their target has left the room. Dazai quickly realises, at least, and he drags his accomplice along to go find him.

He can’t stop thinking about how the colour of Chuuya’s eyes looked so pretty in that light, then decides he is not going to get into that.

The job is fast and rather easy, but they do have to get away soon before someone notices what’s happened. Getting caught with murder isn’t what they’re worried about, but causing a scene would be annoying to deal with.

Once they’ve returned and Chuuya has draped his blazer over the back of a chair, Dazai gives in to his urge to tousle his red hair. Chuuya, as expected, ducks away, but it’s too late. “Piece of shit.” He attempts to fix his hair. “I’m never dancing with you again. That was horrible.”

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad,” Dazai tells him. “Look.” He grabs Chuuya’s hand to pull him closer and reaches to put an arm around him. Chuuya jumps back with a yelp.

“Fuck you, I already said I’m not doing it!” he huffs, but Dazai is more focused on his reaction. If Chuuya had wanted to get away, he would have done so after Dazai took his hand. His reflexes aren’t that slow. He only had a problem when Dazai touched his waist. He wasn’t hurt during the scuffle they had earlier, and Dazai knows he doesn’t have any recent injuries in that area at all. It’s only a second before it clicks in his head.

“A mafia executive who’s ticklish,” Dazai muses. “I’m sure the boss would love to hear about that.”

Chuuya’s face is pink again, and this time it doesn’t just seem like the lights. “Fuck you, don’t you dare!”

“I won’t!” Dazai promises with a laugh. “I am curious, though.” 

He backs Chuuya into the arm of the couch, ignoring the frantic protests and leaning closer so that Chuuya leans back and falls onto the cushions. “There we go,” he cheers, perching himself on Chuuya’s legs. He grabs the ginger’s wrists in one hand to hold them down, and for just a moment he wonders what the real reason for Chuuya’s steadily growing blush is.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it for too long, because Chuuya starts to giggle as soon as Dazai’s free hand rests on his stomach. He’s giggling. Dazai is never going to let him forget this.

“Oh, you are really ticklish, aren’t you?” He’s not saying it as a tease for the most part; it’s genuinely intriguing to him how someone like Chuuya could have a weakness so silly and childish. Of course, he’ll admit that he’s ticklish himself, but he’s barely even started and Chuuya is already trying to wiggle away.

“Sh-shuhuhut the fuhuck up, Dazai.” Chuuya seems to be trying to sound threatening, but his smile isn’t helping very much.

It’s… not an ugly smile.

Chuuya’s giggles rise in pitch when Dazai walks his fingers up to his ribcage, so obviously the brunet has to dig his fingers in the spaces between the ribs. Chuuya starts to laugh, a proper laugh, as he squirms desperately. He doesn’t laugh often. He should do it more.

“You know, since you’re so small, I do wonder how it affects your bone structure,” he begins, talking casually as if Chuuya isn’t trying to pull his arms away, no doubt in order to punch him. “How many ribs do you have, Chuuya?”

“Ihi’m not thahat shohohort!” he cries. “Sahame as you!”

“Do you?” Dazai tilts his head. “Maybe we should check.”

He doesn’t give Chuuya any time to argue, moving to the bottom of his ribs to work his way up, counting each bone that he pokes in between. He loses count somewhere around eleven, though, too distracted by Chuuya’s bright red face. Dazai thinks he’s starting to like warmer colours. 

“Surprisingly, you have the normal amount,” he says once he’s finished. He doesn’t move his hand, though, keeping it still at the top of Chuuya’s ribcage. He’s assuming there are twenty-four, at least. He wasn’t paying much attention.

“B-bahahastahard,” Chuuya giggles, trying to cover his face with his arms considering his hands are being held. He isn’t doing a very good job. “I’ll kihill you.”

Dazai only laughs. “I’m sure you will.” He could easily stay in the same spot, making Chuuya squirm and squeak when he twitches his fingers, but he wants to explore. It’s bad enough that he’s gone so long without knowing how ticklish Chuuya apparently is, he can’t have him getting exhausted before he’s had his fun. 

He lets go of Chuuya’s wrists and, surprisingly, he doesn’t get hit in the face immediately. Instead, they go to grab at Dazai’s hands that are now on his hips.

“Dazai,” he pleads. 

“Bad spot?”

Chuuya clamps his mouth shut, and Dazai knows he’s guessed correctly. Of course, this means he has to exploit that. Chuuya’s giggling rises in pitch at just Dazai’s fingers resting in the space above the bones, and Dazai does not find it endearing whatsoever. 

Chuuya snorts when his thumbs start to dig into that spot. His laughter sounds about the way one would expect a sixteen year old boy’s to sound, but it’s so unlike Chuuya that it’s kind of funny. It’s nice, actually, hearing Chuuya sounding so happy and so sweet it almost makes Dazai feel sick. He didn’t know his partner was capable of such a thing.

“D-Dahahazahai!” The way he says the name in such a giddy voice makes Dazai’s heart swell (he doesn’t want to think about the implications of that, however obvious they may be), and despite being a cry for mercy it only makes him want to continue making Chuuya laugh in this way that he’s never heard before.

Well, it’s not entirely about making him laugh. It’s hardly about that at all. He’s just taken a liking to pissing Chuuya off, and torturing him like this definitely falls under that category.

Really, it has nothing to do with the horribly bright smile on Chuuya’s face. Nothing at all.

He’s brought out of his thoughts when Chuuya’s hands latch onto his wrists, and then just… stay there. The grip he has on them isn’t very strong to begin with, but—

“You aren’t even trying to push me off,” he observes, amused. “Come on, if you wanted to hold my hand so badly, you could have just said so!”

Chuuya is laughing far too much to answer right away, and he’s too weak to do anything when Dazai takes one of his hands and laces their fingers together. His blush has reached his ears by this point. “Fuhuck off!” he tries to snap. “Lehehet go!”

Dazai ignores that and does not let go of his hand or his hip. “Make me,” he retorts. “You’re strong enough.” He knows that’s a lie, that he’s tickling all of Chuuya’s strength away, but he just loves teasing him. Making him embarrassed is almost as fun as making him angry, especially if he does both at the same time.

He does stop eventually, when Chuuya is barely able to wheeze out any threats. He doesn’t want to kill the poor boy just yet, no matter how often he says otherwise.

Chuuya continues to giggle helplessly even after Dazai pulls his hands back. “Ahahasshole,” he gasps, a light shade of pink remaining on his cheeks, and Dazai does feel a little bad for tormenting him for so long. He climbs off of him, sitting on the couch and pulling Chuuya closer so his head is on his lap and begins to gently stroke his hair. Chuuya opens his mouth and looks like he’s about to say something, but in the end he sighs and lets it happen. 

“I’ll get you back,” he promises. Dazai chuckles.

“I can’t wait.”

Chuuya ends up falling asleep there, tired out from their mission and the tickling that Dazai put him through. He looks almost beautiful like this, a flushed yet peaceful face and messy hair. Not for the first time, Dazai finds himself staring.

He can’t help but wonder if Chuuya has always had freckles. By the time he falls asleep as well, he’s counted all one hundred and six of them.

#hello lgbts #my fics #arty writes #tickle fic #bungou stray dogs #bsd #lee!chuuya #ler!dazai #soukoku

[mj-102009]

Heiress of Crimes (Dazai Osamu x oc)

This was written abt a year ago; made me proud of how much I've grown.

I had been in the mafia since birth, my mother and father were both talented mafiosos; renowned by their bosses.

 Mori had taken me under his care when they died of mysterious causes. He raised me to be a thousand times better than my parents, and I was so much more.

All had been well until I met Daza; he was loud and eccentric, I was more on the quiet side. Mori introduced me as Executive Pierce and said that I was his higher up and he was to report to me.

We didn't talk often, he came into my office every once and  while to drop off a folder or ask a question.

But as Dazai flew through the ranks, it was only a matter of time before we were partnered together for a mission.

Mori called both of us down to his office. "We seem to be having a bit of an issue with our weapons developer, we're not exactly sure if something’s happened to him, if he's been harmed in some way, or compromised."

I nodded. "What time?"

"I've already sent the details to the both of you."

I sighed and tied my long and unruly hair back, I didn't bother to hide my appearance around my targets. They would be dead before they could report anything after all.

"Sooooooo," Dazai drawled, sliding up next to me. "You're like the hot shot around here huh?"

I gave him a glance out of the corner of my eye. "Sure, why?"

"Just curious," He said.

"I don't believe you," I told him.

He laughed darkly. "Should've known, Mori warned me before you came into the room that you'd be a powerful force."

I hummed. "You'd be wise to listen."

"Tell me, Pierce, what is your ability?" He asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Bandages?" I snapped.

He opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by a man walking over with a smug grin. "Well, well, well, can't get along with anyone, can you Pierce?"

I sighed. "Hello Odasaku."

Dazai looked at the Oda. "Are you our escort?"

"Yes I am," He said. "Pierce here called me."

"Sorry to bother you," I apologized. "Didn't feel like using one of Mori's lackeys."

He shrugged. "It's fine."

"Where too?" Dazai asked.

I pointed to the fire escape. "Climb to the top, sweep the area for the weapons guy, get out and report to Mori."

"What if it's a trap?" He questioned.

"Then we kill everyone in the room," I said with a glower aimed at the brink wall.

"Aren't you just a bundle of joy."

Slowly I opened a trap door and we slinked down into the room. Dazai turned to me with wide eyes and gestured for me to come closer. I turned around and closed the trap door, but turned my head to Dazai, all in one fluid moment.

"Down to your right," he whispered, so hushed I had to strain to hear it.

We moved down and as I went I got a better look at the cameras that laid by the door with two armed men by it. We sat just out of their view, but if we moved at all from the shadow they would see us.

"That's not Port Mafia tech," I whispered.

He gave me an 'oh really' look. "Do we go in?"

I pulled out a dagger. "We don't know how many men are down there. If I knock out the cameras and you get them, we have just a few minutes before any sort of back up comes."

Dazai nodded. "So act quick."

In one smooth movement; I leaped down, using the walls to help slow my fall and cut the wires off the camera. He followed behind me and shot the men down just as fast as I had.

I pulled out my smaller blades and readied it along my hands. "Ready?" I asked Dazai.

He cocked his gun and stood next to me. "I suppose."

Flinging open the door, I prepared for blood shed.

But there was no one there.

"Fuck," I hissed. "Call Mori."

We drove back to headquarters where Dazai and I walked into Mori's office to give a statement.

"What happened?" He asked the moment we walked in.

"There were two men in the warehouse," I told him. "No one else."

He swore and pushed back his hair, he turned to us with a frown. "This is troubling. Pierce," I raised my head, "I'm assigning you and Dazai to the case, for the time being I need you to work as partners."

"But-" I tried.

He cut me off with a wave of his hand. "Don't argue, this needs an ability like yours."

I scowled at the floor but nodded.

"What good will I be, Boss?" Dazai asked curiously.

"I trust you to keep Pierce in line," he gave me a look. "She tends to forget her mission."

Grumbling some stuff about how this was bullshit and I didn't even like Dazai, I left the room, Dazai following close behind.

"Wait."

I paused my stride and turned over my shoulder. "Yes?"

"This is a detrimental problem for the mafia," He told me. "I understand your dislike for me but I need you to kindly fuck off and work with me for this."

Glaring at the floor– I mumbled a quick: "Fine," and turned down the hall. But not before turning my head over my shoulder and shouting. "But that means no bullshit suicidal remarks."

He didn't answer but instead headed in the opposite direction.

#oc #fanfiction #oc fanfiction #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd dazai #dazai osamu x reader

[creepybaesment]

Uhh ADA!fyozai au headcanons I have for no reason

Fyodor is wayyyyyy to overprotective of Dazai to a point people question if he's a yandera

Akutagawa comes and goes through the Ada building coffee shop a lot bc he can normally find dazai and they always get his order right

Fyodor and Akutagawa get along surprisingly well considering fyodor's overprotvetiveness

Elsie and dazai were very close when he was still in the mafia and even before then

Fyodor had never dated anyone before dazai, dazai is a puller and dated a lot.

Fyodor does know Nikolai however tye clown annoys him and daza and Nikolai get along too well for his liking

Dazai started to train akutagawa on how to fight hand to hand a bit better however with both of them having lung problems it's not how a person would normally fight

Akutagawa is a masc trans why Gin is a demi girl

Gin is the older sibling fuck everyone saying she's the younger she's the older here

Chuuya and Akutagawa are not close

Akutagawa caught onto hugichi have a massive crush on him and flat out told her that he's not interested but his sister would be happy to have a girlfriend.

Hugichi doesn't know what Gin is ryu's sister so was very confused and is still think it over

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd fyodor #fyozai #my hcs #fanfictions #bsd akutagawa #bsd gin #dazai's mental heath is nonexistent

[anonymousewrites]

There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 3) Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Demon vs Demon

            Dazai was carefully keeping up with the situation from his position in the back of the truck. It turned out the man Atsushi and Akutagawa had briefly captured was really Pushkin. Unfortunately, reports came in that he escaped and was now riding on the old cart tracks in the mine. The weretiger and mafioso were on his tail but hadn’t caught up yet. Dazai sighed as the phone with him slowly connected to Atsushi’s. He wanted to keep an eye on what was going on since he only heard reports so far. The call connected.

            “Finally, a connection,” said the brunette.

            “Dazai!” Atsushi was relieved to hear from him.

            “I trust that you’re chasing down the gifted controlling the virus,” said Dazai. He did not need confirmation because his strategic mind was constantly working through what Fyodor might be planning. “His virus infects the victim through open wounds. The fever and nausea make it difficult to even just stand. Don’t let yourselves be so much as grazed. I’ll take care of Fyodor.” Dazai was looking forward to that in particular. “Don’t let that gifted out of your sight.” He disconnected the call, leaving Atsushi and Akutagawa to continue the fight against Fyodor’s underlings. He knew they would most likely encounter more than just hired guns (an ability user most likely) but trusted them to do their job. Next, Dazai called his colleagues in the helicopter who were on the lookout for Fyodor.

            “They’re on the move!” said Kenji, looking down on the vehicles moving through the forest.

            “Dazai, three cars just left the abandoned mines from the North,” informed Jun’ichiro. “We should contact the surface team and follow.”

            “Ignore them,” said Dazai, “Those are decoys meant to slow us down.”

            “How can you be sure?” asked Jun’ichiro.

            “Because that’s what I would do.” Dazai hated to admit it, but he had a mind on the same level (both in power and darkness) as Fyodor. He knew that whatever twist he came up with, Fyodor probably considered the same move.

            “Understood,” said Jun’ichiro.

            “Jun’ichiro, there’s a cargo truck leaving from the West of the mines!” alerted Kenji. “Is that the one?”

            “No, it’s not,” said Dazai, “Ignore that one, too.”

            “Now we’re seeing several armed soldiers moving to the Southeast,” announced Jun’ichiro, “They’re escorting two people in hoods.”

            “Ignore them,” said Dazai.

            “But…” The redhead hesitated.

            “We’re trying to capture a demon. We need every hand we can spare. Ignore them.” Dazai’s voice remained serious, and his eyes were shadowed. There was no room for jokes or errors in this mission. He would remain focused until Yokohama, the president, and his love, (Y/N), were saved.

            “Dazai, there’s a helicopter of unknown nationality approaching from the East,” said Jun’ichiro, “We can’t fight it off with our equipment! Call for military police to back us up!”

            “A helicopter?” questioned Dazai. He realized what Fyodor could be doing. His eyes widened. “Is there anyone on the ground?” This could be a turning point in the battle against Fyodor if he was right.

            “People?” asked Kenji. He looked through the binoculars. “There’s what appears to be two hikers at the base of the mountain. They’re wearing hats, so I can’t see their faces.”

            “That’s the one.” Dazai hoped with all his heart he was correct. His voice turned dangerous. “Everyone, stop those hikers. Send Mori’s men, too. Immediately.”

            “G-got it,” said Jun’ichiro.

            Soon, the two hikers were surrounded by Port Mafia men. The mafiosos raised their guns. The poor hikers dropped to their knees. The light revealed they were just two innocent bystanders tied up with bombs and forced to walk through the woods.

            Once Jun’ichiro got the intel, he reported to Dazai, worried and anxious. “Dazai, it wasn’t them! They’re just ordinary hikers handcuffed with grenades! They’re not Fyodor and (Y/N)!”

            Dazai’s eyes widened in panic. Fyodor had managed to trick him. The brunette ran his hands through his hair, angry with himself. He knew that soon Pushkin would be captured since the other Agency members and the gifted of the Port Mafia were blocking his exit, so that would give them some information, and Atsushi and Akutagawa were about to enter a trailer that might house Fyodor and (Y/N), but Dazai was still disappointed in himself for not anticipating the Russian’s trick. He only hoped Fyodor’s tricks wouldn’t deepen. Some part of him knew, however, he wouldn’t be so lucky. That suspicion worsened when Kunikida called.

            “Dazai, Fyodor and (Y/N) weren’t in the trailer. They were never in the mines to begin with,” said Kunikida.

            “…Understood,” said Dazai.

            “What do we do now?” asked Kunikida.

            “I’ll handle it.”

            “What the hell does that mean, you blockhead?!”

            Dazai hung up before Kunikida could keep yelling. He sat back in his chair. Now, it was time for Dazai to decide his next move. His mind began whirring. This time, no mistakes. He would see through Fyodor’s plans. He looked at the pictures an associate sent him of the trailer and a small shop in Yokohama. Dazai smirked. Gotcha. He knew what to do.

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            Pushing open the door, Dazai entered the café. Swiftly, avoiding attention, he sat down at a table. Glancing around, he smirked victoriously. He had found Fyodor, and the Russian had no idea. He sat at a table across from (Y/N), who wore a blindfold. Dazai narrowed his eyes. It took all the self-control he possessed to refrain from ripping Fyodor away from (Y/N). However, Dazai had to wait to make his move. His patience was wearing thin.

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            “Would you like more tea, sir?” asked a server.

            (Y/N) sighed inwardly. This entire situation was incredibly stressful, yet the only thing she could do was smile and drink tea.

            “I think not, thank you,” said Fyodor.

            “Madame?” The waiter addressed (Y/N).

            “I’m alright,” she answered. She heard footsteps heading away. Then, she heard Fyodor speaking, but not to her. She hadn’t heard him retrieve his phone, so some sort of communication device like an earpiece was most likely being used.

            “The ‘St. Matthews Passion’ by Bach,” said Fyodor.

            The music flowing from the radio changed to what he requested. (Y/N) made the connection. The song he asked for was code. (Y/N) couldn’t decipher the meaning, but when she heard Fyodor’s chair scrape against the ground as he stood, she realized it must mean “the end” or “goodbye.” It signified the finish of his plan (or at least this phase) in some form.

            “Our time is up,” said Fyodor. He held (Y/N)’s arms gingerly and guided her to her feet. “Your friends weren’t nearly as formidable as I’d thought.” He sighed, then leaned closer, whispering into her ear. “They didn’t stand a chance. I’ll be able to end them in my next move. Now it shall be just you and me, angel~.”

            (Y/N) gritted her teeth. “Bastard,” she hissed.

            Fyodor tsked. With a low voice, he said, “I’d recommend watching your tone at this time.” He raised his voice and leaned back. “Now, angel, it’s time to go.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and began escorting her to the door.

            As they walked, (Y/N) was thinking furiously about how to get out of the situation. There seemed to be no way for her to escape without a bystander’s death. Her thoughts were halted by somebody grabbed her hand. With the angle, it wasn’t Fyodor. (Y/N) stopped, causing the Russian to do the same. Whoever had appeared pulled (Y/N) away from Fyodor. The next voice she heard made her heart leap for joy.

            “Hey. A quaint café and a pretty girl? Must be a nice date, huh?” Dazai had arrived.

            (Y/N) was relieved to hear his playful, albeit sadistic, voice again. She jumped and blushed when his hands touched her face, sliding the blindfold off her head. He threw it to the side carelessly.

            “D-Dazai!” (Y/N) looked up at his face happily. She had never been so happy to see him, even with the glint of danger in his eyes as he looked at Fyodor.

            “I’ve never seen you so shocked,” simpered Dazai, smirking. The sadistic gleam shone in his eyes. His grip on (Y/N) tightened, shielding any chance of Fyodor approaching her. “You want to ask how I found you here, don’t you?” Dazai was reveling in victory against the Russian. “I played one of my best cards. He helped catch the demon.”

            A man sitting across from the group lowered his newspaper. It was Francis Scott Fitzgerald, the former leader of the Guild (or current, (Y/N) wasn’t quite sure).

            “Long time, rat,” said Fitzgerald, smirking.

            Fyodor’s eyes widened insanely and a deranged smile spread across his face. “Incredible! Eyes of God?”

            (Y/N) recognized that name. A while back there was a man arrested for murder because a powerful computer system identified him. The Eyes of God was considered the most advanced and dangerous security system ever devised.

            “That’s right!” said Dazai as if congratulating a child for solving a simple math problem. “The inescapable eyes that integrate surveillance images from all over the city. Fitzgerald used that power to find this place. He agreed on the condition we’d take back the Guild’s hidden assets, which you’ve swiped.”

            “I have no interest in money once it’s escaped me, but my pride wouldn’t allow me to leave it in the hands of rats,” said Fitzgerald.

            “You see? You’ve lost,” said Dazai, becoming deadly serious. He watched as the Gifted Special Operations operatives entered and surrounded Fyodor, their guns raised. He looked down at (Y/N), a caring warmth in his eyes. “Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

            “I’m okay now that you’re here,” said (Y/N). She risked exposing her affection with such words, but she was too relieved to see Dazai.

            Dazai watched with amusement and satisfaction as Fyodor’s eyes darkened angrily at seeing the brunette get to hold (Y/N) without any resistance.

            “We’ll take it from here,” said Ango, a higher-up in the Gifted Special Operations, walking into the café alongside his subordinates. “Is that alright, Dazai?”

            “Sure,” said Dazai. His objectives of saving the city, healing the president, and (his main goal) rescuing (Y/N) had been fulfilled, so now he just had to make sure Fyodor was taken to prison. “That’s why I called you here.”

            “Thinking of everything as usual,” said (Y/N) fondly.

            If only you knew I almost lost you, thought Dazai bitterly, I won’t let you down like that again. He did take pride in the way Fyodor looked so angry at being outsmarted, however.

“Put your hands where we can see them,” ordered Ango to Fyodor.

            Fyodor raised his hands, and an armored man approached with handcuffs. He reached for the Russian’s wrists.

            (Y/N)’s widened in alarm and broke from Dazai’s hold to turn to the men. “Wait! Don’t touch him—!”

            Too late. Fyodor’s aura turned truly evil as his ability activated. The man collapsed, a spray of blood coming from his neck. He was dead.

            “I did warn you that there would be consequences for disobedience, angel,” said Fyodor cruelly.

            Dazai grabbed (Y/N)’s shoulders from behind to steady her. “Don’t listen to him. He would have displayed his power either way. It’s not your fault,” he murmured comfortingly.

            (Y/N) nodded, still slightly shaken, however. True, she had seen worse, but she had been in a highly stressful situation for over a day.

            Ango pushed up his glasses. “Try anything funny, and we’ll shoot you on the spot,” he warned.

            Satisfied with his work, Fyodor smirked and said, “Sure. Let’s go.” As he was walked away, he said one more thing to warn (or frighten) (Y/N). “I’ll be keeping an eye on you, angel. Things will be getting messy, so be careful. I would hate to lose you.”

            “You never had me to begin with,” spat (Y/N) furiously.

            Before he could say anything else, Fyodor was marched away, hopefully to a prison where he would stay for the rest of his life.

            “Detectives…do you know what his ability is?” asked Fitzgerald.

            “No…I only managed to figure out he can at least hurt people by touching them,” said (Y/N), “and that’s just because he revealed that, so I’d ‘behave’ while in this café.”

            “I don’t know, either,” said Dazai, shrugging.

            Even after taking him down, he still has so much to use against us. Contacts, gift, who knows what else. A truly formidable enemy… thought (Y/N).

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            Very generous of Fitzgerald to host such a fancy party. (Y/N) smiled out at her friends celebrating the victory against the Rats in the House of the Dead. She stood in the ornate hall of a yacht in a knee-length green dress. Lace flowers decorated it, creating a vintage, classy feel. She couldn’t keep the grin off her face as she watched her friends messing around. Things felt normal (for Agency standards). When she saw Fukuzawa descending the stairs, (Y/N) joined her colleagues and bowed.

            “We’ll accept any punishment,” said Kunikida.

            (Y/N) winced. Her friends had gone against the president’s express orders and fought the Port Mafia. They were probably in a lot of trouble.

            “We’ll determine your punishment later,” said Fukuzawa, “but I’m deeply grateful for your work on this matter. (Y/N), it’s good to see your return.” The president’s face relaxed into a smile. “Well done, everyone.”

            The group dispersed. (Y/N) went out on deck where a stunning sunset filled the sky. She smiled softly when she saw Dazai leaning on the railing. She approached and stood next to him. A comfortable silence covered them. (Y/N) leaned against Dazai. Neither commented on it. It felt natural to be close.

            At length, Dazai turned to her and took her hand in his. He sighed and gazed at her with sorrowful eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I should have realized Fyodor would take the chance to kidnap you after I was shot. I should have found you earlier. I should have—.”

            (Y/N) put a hand on his cheek, stopping him. “Dazai…” She admired him with overflowing love, though he saw it as simple fondness. “You were there for me when I needed you. And you saved the city along with all our friends. I cannot ask you for more. At every step of the way, you were just what I and everyone else needed.”

            “You were so brave.” Dazai smiled softly.

            “I thought of getting back to you…and the Agency the entire time,” said (Y/N).

            “I thought of you, too…I was so worried. You’re so strong, but I still worried…” Dazai stroked the back her hand with his thumb affectionately. Unlike when Fyodor did, (Y/N) found it comforting.

            “I was worried for you…He seemed so close to winning…I thought I had lost you…” said (Y/N), her hand falling to his heart.

            Dazai stepped closer. He glanced at her lips before returning to her eyes. Adoringly, he murmured, “You could never lose me…”

            “Dazai…” whispered (Y/N), leaning in slightly.

            His arms moved to her waist, drawing her in. Her hands slid to his shoulders. They were so close. Their eyes fluttered close. They kissed. They pulled apart for a moment, surprised at their own actions. Dazai was quick to pull (Y/N) back in, however. He had been with other people, but nothing had ever felt like this. It felt like the world became brighter as the pair connected. (Y/N) tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging him as close as humanely possible. Everything felt right in the world. Her heart was exploding in joy. The air felt lighter around her. Even as Dazai’s ability negated her own, she felt it exploding within her with fireworks of happiness. Nothing that ever felt more right than being with him.

            Dazai pulled away for a moment. “I love you,” he whispered before kissing her again.

            “I love you, too,” murmured (Y/N), tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

            “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” They murmured the words against each other’s lips like a pledge. Indeed, it was a promise, an assurance of love. They loved each other. They finally were holding the other, finally kissing them, finally being with them. Neither wanted to ever let go.

            “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Dazai and (Y/N) were completely, utterly, totally in love.

            “I love you.”

#there's a will; there's a way #bsd x reader #bsd anime #dazai bsd #bsd manga #bsd #bsd fyodor #bsd fic #bsd fanfic #dazai #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #armed detective agency #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor #tw yandere #yandere #yandere fyodor

[monochromaticdog]

- twin darkness, polar frames .

(15 chuuya x dazai fic)

word count: 2.1k

sfw fic + minors can int.

general content info: chuuya and dazai, skk, 15 PM era, transmasc dazai, fluff, mild hurt/comfort (?), not beta read. brief, not graphic non sexual nudity.

!! CONTENT WARNING: gun violence, violence in general, blood and injury, a guy gets curbstomped but its not really that important, so minor char. death (?), depiction of unsafe binding practices

a/n: u can thank my friend being a chuuya simp for having the guy be curbstomped being named miles. otherwise enjoy !

The thump of Dazai's boots were deafening in the expanse of Mori's lavish meeting room.

The creak of the double doors opening and then the subsequent slam is loud as Mori sips his tea. His countenance is calm and stoic as ever. Dazai stands to the side of him patiently, ever the loyal dog awaiting orders at its master's polished shoes. He is just 15, and yet the collar around his neck is as tight as a noose, and it is not the relief of human sin that he had dreamed of.

Mori's tone is saccharine, too sweet, cloying as it always is. His every word is controlled by an unmistakable, pragmatic desire to progress.

"Dazai, you know why you have come here."

And he does. Recently partnered with Chuuya Nakahara, earning the title of Double Black, his associate has run off in a hissy fit. Dazai has no doubt that Mori has had Chuuya's exact location pinpointed the moment he had been reported unresponsive when the Port Mafia had tried to contact him. This was a test, and he knows that is why he was ordered here.

"It appears that your colleague has taken a small vacation. Being that you are his new partner, I found it suitable that you would be the one to retrieve him, don't you think?" Mori commands rather than asks, and Dazai is particularly hinged on the word choice of 'retrieve,' as if Dazai was a little lap dog fetching a toy.

Mori has his typical smirk plastered on his face. It is not a gentle one, and could be more suitably compared to a rabies-riddled canine bearing all his drool covered teeth. Dazai's tone remains completely impassive when he speaks with a sense of finality.

"Of course, sir."

And that was the end of the discussion. Dazai strides past the thick double doors once more, and unlike he and Mori's past discussions, the man does not try to stop his departure this time.

Dazai had found a lead in no time, nothing less than typical expectations from Mori's esteemed recruit, and the second agent of Double Black. Chuuya's seen picking fights with petty gunmen around the criminal underbelly of the city. Knowing Chuuya as well as Dazai did, this was likely his violent way of letting out his frustrations, because he couldn’t resort to returning to the Port Mafia to take down some of the smaller crime rings they knew about, all courtesy of Chuuya being frustrated with the Port Mafia itself.

Not exactly the Port Mafia, but mostly misplaced anger on Dazai and then correctly placed anger on Mori on teaming both Chuuya and Dazai up.

Dazai is studying Chuuya fight a squad of around five armed gunmen from the guise of a corner. Chuuya has unquestionably noticed his presence, but decided to shoulder that particular bother until the actual opposing team was unconscious.

Chuuya has no trouble taking them all down. Despite his age and height, he uses his smaller, lean build to his advantage well in physical combat. Dazai walks up behind Chuuya, and the shorter boy scoffs.

"I'm sure Mori sent you to find me, didn't he, and I'm also sure you obeyed like the pathetic dog you are," Chuuya spat.

"Never can say 'no' to him, right, you bug-eyed mackerel?"

Dazai opened his mouth to make a witty quip back when Chuuya saw his one visible eye widen, and suddenly Chuuya's being pushed to the side, and he hears Dazai let out a pained grunt. He immediately put his hand over a spot just under where his right pectoral muscle was. When Chuuya looks around to see what could've possibly wounded Dazai, he sees one of the bodies he'd previously thought was knocked unconscious have a raised, trembling arm with a pistol in the man's hand, barrel smoking from just being shot.

Chuuya lets out a frustrated snarl at the man who just shot Dazai. There's a patch on his bulletproof vest of what Chuuya figures to be a nametag with the label "Miles" embroidered on it. With white-hot rage burning inside Chuuya, angry at Dazai being here, then being stupid enough to get hurt, and him being partnered with Dazai in the first place, Chuuya's ears are ringing with nothing but fury. He drags the man to a curb, lays the back of his cranium against it. The man's jaw is limp from his unconscious state, and Chuuya forces it open, then lifts his leg.

"You fucking piece of shit." He growls, then stomps his leg down into the open maw of the gunman. There's a sickening crack of bone and sinew, and then nothing but the heavy breathing of Dazai as blood soaks his white blouse.

Chuuya swears, muttering insults under his breath about Dazai.

"We need to get you somewhere with a medical kit, fast, asshole. You got an idea in that puny brain of yours or am I gonna have to break in somewhere myself?"

Dazai gives a snarky laugh, then his knees buckle. Chuuya lets out an involuntary gasp as he rushes over to Dazai, then hikes Dazai's arm over his shoulders, letting the taller one drape the majority of his weight onto Chuuya to stand. It's a bit awkward, very uncomfortable for both, but it would suffice.

"There's… a storage warehouse that used to belong to a health organization around here somewhere," Dazai heaves out in response. Chuuya spots a dingy building of what looks to be a metal storage shed, surrounded by scattered junk. It makes sense, as it's a lower class part of the city, for it to be abandoned; healthcare was expensive to the point no one in the slums could afford it, and when there was no demand, there was no supply.

An agonizing time that felt like days (but was likely not anything more than 15 minutes), Chuuya had dragged Dazai's lanky body over to one of the warehouses. He put Dazai down on an old, dusty medic cot, searching for a kit. It wasn't long until he found one, and he had to break the bad news to Dazai.

"I'm going to have to take your shirt off, Dazai, if you want me to actually treat this right and not bleed out in some warehouse in the middle of nowhere."

Dazai knew about this, his mind had been brewing over it since he got shot. He didn't have a problem with his shirt, but Chuuya didn't know how far his bandages went. He'd only seen the ones around Dazai's neck and arms, and he didn't know if his partner assumed that they stopped there.

Under Dazai's blood soaked blouse, there were bandaged wound tight around his chest. They covered up his bony back and shoulder blades, his collarbones and the plush flesh over his pectoral muscles.

Dazai hadn't told anyone about such a sensitive subject in particular, but Mori knew, to his dismay. Dazai began binding his chest at 14, and when Mori found him at that age after his failed suicide attempt, for proper medical treatment the bandages needed to be taken off.

His chest bandages were taken off more infrequently than Dazai rebandaged his arms and neck. He didn't want to see the contents of his own body under the fabric. He also didn't want Chuuya to witness it. He trusted Chuuya with his life, he trusted Chuuya to cover all his blindspots, but he didn’t trust Chuuya to know this.

Dazai was completely catatonic after Chuuya spoke as he thought about how differently Chuuya could see him. It had been a battle for Mori to even call him a boy, and Dazai is sure the man didn't view him as one, only calling him one to appease his bristling dog.

"Can't we wait until an actual Mafia field doctor is here?"

Dazai tried to keep his tone level, attempting to not reveal how agitated he was about this. Chuuya shot him with an annoyed glare.

"No, you dumb fuck. You're going to bleed out if I don't treat this now. Would you really rather die than have me help you, you self-deprecating asshole? It's just your fucking shirt. I'm a member of the Mafia, too, in case you've forgotten, partner. I've seen everything. I don't care what you could be hiding under there." the ginger snarled.

Dazai's lips pursed into a thin line. He snapped out a small "fine," through gritted teeth.

Dazai sat disturbingly still when Chuuya unbuttoned his blouse. Chuuya was getting a little worried about what exactly Dazai was so nervous about; usually, when Dazai got hurt, all he did was complain and whine to annoy Chuuya. When it was revealed it was just bandages covering Dazai's chest, all the way from his shoulders and collarbones to below his navel, Chuuya scoffed. He could also see the bloodied part of some bandages and the entry wound of the bullet.

"That wasn't so difficult, now was it? I'm going to have to take these off to clean it, though," Chuuya teased, then got the hemostats from the medical kit to start cutting the bandages. When he made the first snip, he could feel his wrist be gripped in a tight hold by Dazai, practically shaking.

When Chuuya tried to cuss out Dazai for the sudden show of aggression with an exclamation of "what the fuck is wrong with yo-", Dazai's jaw clenches.

"Don't. Say anything. About what you're going to see to anyone, and don't ask." Dazai demanded through gritted teeth. All his muscles are tensed so much he's shaking, and then Chuuya's concerned, and a bit curious.

Once Dazai's hand reluctantly falls away, he lays back on the cot once Chuuya tells him to. Chuuya's leaning over to cut away the bandages around his chest, only leaving the ones around his shoulders and arms because the rest was soaked with blood.

When they're all cut and Chuuya pulls the bandages away, his eyes widen minutely. There's the slight swell of breasts over Dazai's pectoral muscles, and Chuuya averts his eyes to treat the wound. One of Dazai's lean forearms covers himself once Chuuya looks away to get the cotton swabs and antiseptic, and the tweezers to pull the bullet out.

Chuuya treats Dazai carefully, and he's surprised to hear absolutely nothing from Dazai except for a small pained groan when he pulls the debris out. Dazai is clearly upset over this. There's a spark of emotion from Chuuya that he himself is confused over.

He feels… almost bad for Dazai. It's clear that the other boy didn't want this to be revealed to Chuuya, and by his words, didn't want anyone else to know that Dazai wasn't born a boy.

It's over quickly and Chuuya lays some gauze over the wound, bandages it on to secure it. He hands over the bandage wrapping to Dazai, then looks away.

"Do what you need," Chuuya mutters under his breath. He unflips the phone he got from Dazai to notify Mori that Chuuya was with him, that Dazai's mission was over. Chuuya feels even more guilt at the fact that if he didn't run off to blow off some steam, Dazai wouldn't have had to reveal something this personal.

"There's field doctors and one of the Mafia's own transport drivers coming soon," Chuuya turns back to face the other boy and says once the soft rustling of Dazai bandaging himself back up and putting his shirt back on stops. He doesn't meet Dazai's tense gaze.

"I said I wouldn't tell anyone," he murmurs. "I won't go back on my word."

There's a quiet trust between them when Dazai doesn't respond. Something in their partnership seems to have shifted, and Chuuya isn't filled with the white hot anger he had felt originally when he saw Dazai. Instead of a sharp rivalry, Chuuya thinks their dynamic has drifted into a greyer area.

The field doctors arrive to give Dazai a once over, and when they are told Chuuya patched him up and how Dazai insists that he doesn't want his bandages taken off, they decide not to push further. Both Chuuya and Dazai get put into the same cab.

"Thank you," Dazai murmurs reluctantly. His hand twitches toward Chuuya, and then his hand rests on Chuuya's shoulder for a moment.

"It's no problem, mackerel. But this doesn't mean we're all buddy-buddy now, got it?" Chuuya barks, but there's no bite behind it, and Dazai knows this. There's a flash of a smile from him, and it's not his usual one that's full of mischief. It's soft around the edges, warm, and he laughs.

"Got it." Dazai agrees, and that's the end of their conversation.

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Bungo Stray Dogs Season 2 Anime Review

This Includes Spoilers

First off I didn't know what to expect going into the 2nd season but I was jsut as hooked as I was on the first one probably even more so. You get to see a bit of when Dazai was in the mafia as well as his friend and mentor Sakunosuke Oda and honestly he was my favorite starting this season off. Not only was he nothing like the rest of the mafia but he had heart and passion and I'm not gonna lie I had teears in my eyes when he died and Dazai was holding him. I loved their friendshhip but for the first time I realized the only one who had given his life meaning enough was  Sakunosuke and he even told him he gave him the will to want to live.

Then when he had to watch that van blow up with those kids he was taking of in it I was in tears. Like the way it broke him I was stunned how much I loved his character so fast. I understood why he wanted to take the men out that did it I would have done the same thats loyalty and that was his kids. I also know Dazai was scared for him to go and for Ogai Mori to be behind holding Dazai away from him longer than he needed be but also being the culprit that sent the guys there from mimics group to kill them kids. You could see the disgust in Daza's eyes towards him. Then as he was holding Sakunosuke in his arms making the promise that he would fight on the good side that was amazing like that was such an amazing friendship that those few words and Dazai walked away from the mafia no questions asked. Also put in there Sakunosuke was also attractive just like the rest of these men.. lol.

Then lets talk about the relationship between Atsushi & Kyouka these two have been one of my favorite couples even from season one. They are a few years apart but I feel like he understands her better than everyone else. They are good together and both of them will die for each other thats why even though they are not officially together I haven't seen either one of them kill, plan to kill, or try to die to protect the other besides for each other. I hope in later seasons they really become a thing cause I think both need each other I mean in the time where she tried to give her life to save him and you can tell it destroyed him so when he saw her and he ran to hold her yeah sorry Atsushi you just told this girl you loved her, now lets just see if she understands coming the next season after with her mind being on killing people all the time.

On to the next thing I loved about this season Doppo Kunikida I liked him before and even said I thought he was attractive but the one episode where he saves the little girl but then turns around and it looks like he has to sacrifice her yet he hugs and tells her he will die with her. I mean yeah they didn't die but this man melted my heart like really and then it was so cute when she like wanted to be with him and he's like rejected! lol. He can be funny but I do hope he eventually finds love because he proves that he has a good heart towards people he loves. Like how can you not love this man after this.

Then the little bit I touched upon before Jun'ichirō Tanizaki willing to burn the world and saying this to save Naomi. This man showed how perfect his loyalty is and I love him for that. Like I don't care sister or not he is in love with her and she is in love with him and she will do anything for him and he will kill everyone if he as to in the end to save her. I respect this man so much in his passion and love for one person. He has some pretty cool powers too not gonna lie.

Then there is Atsushi and Akutagawa who have to fight together and even though it is hard to see Akutagawa ever truly being nice he was actually nicer to Atsushi than anyone else well besides Dazai that he wants to praise him so bad. The fact that he saved Atsushi's life told me this man isn't as bad as he seems. Like I really love his character and I hope in time he gets better and more depth. He looks like a badass, he is a badass, and sexy as hell doin it too. I also think apart of him deep down respects Atsushi for going up against him in season 1 and not backing down.

Then there is the fact Chuuya is in this alot more this season him and his hot self. You also get to see no matter how much him and Dazai talk about hating each other when Dazai gets injured Chuuya is right there to check on him. You can tell deep down they are friends no matter what. Also Chuuya trusts him enough to bring him back after his powers take him over. It was really cool to see how much of a badass he is too. Also the taking of the gloves off this is like ah!!!

There were a bunch of other little things to but these are the parts that stood out the most to me and made me love this season even more than the first. I will say this again this is normally not my kind of show but I feel like you go in so much depth with these characters you fall in love with them even when you didn't plan to. Its funny because this is now my all time favorite anime and I can't wait to see what happens next.

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@autumnhaloed : Witnessing a kidnapping was already not a great start to somebody’s day. Witnessing the kidnapping of a 16-year-old Mafia executive & getting snagged trying to stop it? Definitely better, but not by much.

“Dazai, move!” Oda knocked the boy onto the ground, flat on his back as bullets whizzed right through where his head had been moments ago & burrowed into the wall. He saw a gleam out of the corner of his eye & threw his rope-bound arms up just as another man attacked him with a knife, allowing it to slice clean through his bindings, missing his skin entirely.

He grabbed the other’s wrist, twisting it until he dropped the knife in Oda’s waiting hand & countered the man with a savage blow to the face & turned back to find one of the kidnappers with a gun in Dazai’s face. Blue eyes darkened, narrowing in a barely concealed, ice cold anger.

Before anyone could blink, he had the tip of the blade pressed against the assailant’s spinal cord. “You can head to the hospital with a broken jaw, or as a quadriplegic—your choice.” Apparently whatever intel they’d been sent to gather wasn’t that important, because he dropped the gun.

Oda showed his gratitude by introducing his head to the concrete wall. Gently. Then he took his gun.

The redhead dropped down to his knee & made short work of the ropes bonding the teen before looking him over quickly for any other wounds. “You twisted your ankle when they grabbed you, can you walk?” He inquired. The former assassin pulled him up, hands already under the boy’s arms in preparation to support him. There were more people in this building, he wasn’t sure how many they’d need to get through, however.

he's been in the mafia for a little over two years now and an executive for one. his name has spread in the underground as the youngest executive in history. he is the child who can topple organizations with a single word and can have a picnic in the middle of a firefight without getting hit. dazai thinks these things are common knowledge by now and yet people still think they have the upper hand in kidnapping him. no matter what he does, there will always be idiots who see him as a weak, scrawny teenager. naturally, he uses that to his advantage.

what he didn't expect was that they would be so stupid as to try and grab him while he was with odasaku. this is going to make this whole mission just a little harder. dazai knows that his friend is lethal on his own but his own heart gets in the way of efficiency. saving dazai will always be more important than dispatching enemies. damn. maybe if it were the other way around, a bullet would have gone through his skull by now.

hollow gaze stares down the barrels of the guns and for a single moment he finally thinks he get what he wants. lips upturn into something close to childlike hope as he watches desperate men try to end his life. but odasaku's voice cuts through his bliss and before he knows it, dazai is falling to the floor. teeth sink into his lip as he bites back a noise of pain as fire shoots up his leg from his ankle. he hears the fighting in the background but only focuses on the man snatching the gun and aiming it at his face. " oh? are you the one to kill me? " voice is that of a shy child as he begs for death. " hurry, before my friend stops you. just pull the trigger and i can finally leave this world-- "

it's over. oda's threat to his would-be-killer feels like a heavy weight on the teen's shoulder. the glimmer in his unbandaged eye fades as he watches the violence. he doesn't flinch when the man hits the ground, unconscious. lips press into a thin line as oda unties dazai, expression veiled by unruly locks of brown hair. every time this happens dazai always wonders why him? why does someone like odasaku choose to save him?

" i'm alright, odasaku. " he allows his friend to help him stand but pushes him away with a gentle hand before any further aid. " i can't leave yet. there is something i have to find here first. " dazai crosses to the door, trying to keep his limp to a minimum. " well, since you're here, make sure no one bothers me, okay? " he opens the door and casually walks out as if he were in the mafia headquarters and not the derelict base of a rival gang.

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[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

Hiya Aurelie!! I was reading your Chuuya analyses last night, and I’m amazed at how big your brain is hehe. What do you think about Soukoku’s relationship? Do you think that they genuinely only hate each other? Or do they secretly care about each other and are amicable (since they were partners. I like to hope that they had some semblance of a friendship with e/o)? I’ve heard people say there’s some genuine hate, while others don’t think that’s possible. I’m curious to hear yours :>

My god, I’m so sorry it took me this long to answer. Life, and all...my sincerest apologies. Anyway! Thank you for calling me big brain, it means I’ve successfully faked out at least one person into thinking I’ve got more than two braincells! HEHEHE-

Anyway. Thank you also for giving me an opportunity to screech about soukoku. I have opinions on those two! So, short answer, I don’t think they genuinely hate each other, but I also don’t think they’re amicable. The issue is that soukoku’s relationship has changed over time and we don’t really get to see Dazai and Chuuya in the middle. We see the beginning in Fifteen and we see the end in the current series. There’s a lot to unpack from what we do have, but we don’t have the in-between, for when they had an established friendship/rivalry/working relationship. And that leaves a lot to interpretation. 

Oh, I feel like I gotta mention this--I don’t ship soukoku romantically. Respect to those who do, though, I’m not here to clown on the ship. 

I feel like Chuuya and Dazai aren’t friends, but they aren’t hateful enemies either. They walk the fine line between friends and enemies really, really well, without ever tipping into one category or the other. IMO, they can’t hate each other completely.

Just look at the genuine panic in Chuuya’s face when Dazai gets hurt during boss fights (Rimbaud, Lovecraft). And we know what Dazai hating someone looks like--it looks like Dazai saying “evil expects evil from others” to Mori and getting shot just to dunk on Fyodor. If Dazai hated him, he would never have made Chuuya the lynchpin of his survival in Dead Apple. 

Soukoku’s relationship wasn’t exactly founded on trust and mutual respect. Not since they hate each other’s methods so much--Dazai finds Chuuya’s confidence and brash attitude to be distasteful and Chuuya thinks Dazai’s manipulation is disgusting. But by the nature of their abilities, they have to trust each other--Chuuya since Dazai’s ability is the only thing that can stop him from dying, and Dazai since he needs Chuuya to cover his back with his combat-specialized ability. 

I wouldn’t call Fifteen soukoku friends and I wouldn’t call present time soukoku enemies, but there’s definitely a possibility that they had a friendship when they were both mafia members. We get to see them in action at the beginning of Dead Apple, to be fair. Their interaction certainly isn’t friendly.

But after? When Chuuya realizes his friends were killed and tells Dazai to step back? Dazai does. He lets Chuuya go apeshit, though I doubt that was really part of the plan. Especially since Dazai says something like “Corruption? Really.” 

There’s still something there. A mutual understanding, maybe. Definitely that trust in each other. 

I really do adore soukoku’s canon frenemies type of relationship, mostly since it’s very well-written and probably one of the best contentious relationships I’ve ever seen. Anyway, that’s my (admittedly lengthy) opinion on soukoku! Sorry it took so long :p

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