Dazai Oneshots ✔️

Puzzle (Beast Dazai)

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The loud thunder and rain hitting your window were all sounds that made your house feel a bit homier. You had stayed in the living room all morning since your beloved had left for his mysterious job that he had yet to tell you about. The lit warm candles emitted a very soothing smell of (whatever smell you prefer). Snacks were laid across the coffee table along with drinks. Your phone was on the couch currently being charged while you were watching a show that had gotten you hooked. You groaned as you slowly slipped off the couch onto the cold floor.

"This is boring..."

You fell off the couch with a light thud. As you lay on the cold wooden floor, you heard the sound of your lock being picked. (It's part of his little scheme to make you ask him to move in. Don't worry, he normally has a couple of guards hidden around your neighborhood so even if your door was unlocked I don't think anybody would dare come near it, knowing that port mafia guards are surrounding that place.) You swore you could have popped another vein. He kept doing this. Why? Because in his words, "Keys are easy to lose. I rather just come in how I normally do."

"Oh, HONEYYYY!~" he called out in a cheery voice.

You sighed, no matter how much he got on your nerves, no matter how many arguments you two have had. All of that anger would soon melt into nothing as soon as you saw just how genuine he loved you. He always remembered the smallest of details, kissing your scars, stretch marks, and so-called "imperfect" parts of you and telling you how unique they made you and how he loved you for, well...You. In his eyes you were irreplaceable, and you knew that. I mean how could you not? With the love-struck eyes of his that he always gave you and how he doted on you almost like a loving husband, it was hard to miss even for an oblivious person.

"Welcome home, Osama!" you stood up and rushed to the door to greet him.

He smiled at you as he set down his wallet, a lollipop, his phone, and an umbrella. You had reminded him to take it this morning since the forecast said it was going to rain.

It was always so strange how he left with his normal black suit and coat but now he was in a simple T-shirt and sweats. You've pointed it out multiple times but, he often just blew it off as "My clothes got dirty and I didn't want to get our house dirty."

Dazai held you in a tight hug, burying his face into your neck before lifting his head up and peppering your face with kisses.

"How has your day been, dear?"

"Boring. Most of my friends were busy so, I couldn't do much but watch Tv and play a few games," you grabbed his hand leading him into the living room and pulling him down the couch with you

"fufu~did my darling miss me while I was away?~"

"Mmm, yeah. It was quiet without you."

Dazai smiled. He pulled you closer to him.

"I see, will cuddles perhaps make up for my absence?~"

His smell was something of old books, whiskey, and a bit of gunpowder. You didn't mind the smell; after all, you had gotten used to it, at this point loving it. His warm comforting arms and smell did make up for the lonesome morning you had.

"Yeah," you laid your head on his chest.

Dazai softly brushed through your hair with his fingers, pressing light kisses to your head from time to time.

Dazai knew he had to open up at some point. He knew the moment he laid eyes on you that he would have you and, that he did. He chased after you every day. living a double life. One as a man of Dazai Osama. Just a normal citizen of Yokohama japan, a stable job as an "office worker" while there was an ugly underbelly of who he was truly was. An ugly man that

disqualified from the human race Osama Dazai. Demon prodigy of the port mafia, the right-hand man of Mori Ougai. Someone who strikes fear and shows no mercy yet here he is; holding the only light in his life so delicately like a cherry blossom. He knew that soon this facade had to crumble. He couldn't hide any longer from Mori and his suspicions. Nosey old man; always getting in his way. Maybe he should just kill Mori and be boss so, you could finally live a carefree life of nothing but gifts, love, anything you desired that would be a big plus along with Oda being alive. Your hand being laid upon his cheek made him snap out of his calculations.

"You okay there?"

"Oh well, of course, love!~ I'm always better when I'm near you~"

"Uhuh." You looked at him with a very unimpressed face before pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. If he didn't wanna talk about then he didn't have to. You didn't wanna push it any further because you knew Dazai liked his space to think.

"You know, I'm here anytime if you want to spill any of your ideas," you softly spoke to him as you snuggled into him.

"I know, my pretty lotus~," he childish grinned at you.

You and Dazai didn't speak much; you two just basked in each other's presence. That was all that was needed. You two complete each other like a puzzle.

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✨Hello!! I hope you enjoy this oneshot of Beast Dazai (Loved the art style in the Beast Manga <3) a few more oneshots coming this week (ﾉ'ヮ')ﾉ*: ･ﾟ ✨