you had teased him as a child. you met him for the first time while walking on the sidewalk with your parents. he took your teasing as a heavy insult. your parents are still alive. you had gone to school with him before he disappeared momentarily. the color of dark red on your hands is all you can remember during the shooting. there he was, in front of you, holding a gun. and now he wants revenge. please note that english is not my first language! 15 DAZAI F. READER

| And after the stupidity of foreshadowing, you, [Y/N], escape an orphanage and end up in the Port Mafia. Life is just a game, isn't it? Take the very few chances you have. After all, we're in this together, always.

[ NOTEBOOK 2] [ BASICALLY PART 2 OF DARK RED ] on the night you ran away, the young brunette organized a search party in the hope of finding you safe. you weren't needed for a mission, to talk to the boss, to train a new subordinate-no. perhaps he was simply worried about you. or maybe there was something else behind it? whatever it was, you weren't going to hop into the loving machine of himself. you were safe in suribachi city. or at least, you thought you were. please note that english is not my first language! 15-18 DAZAI F. READER

Why are you considered a traitor? You were merely acting in accordance with your beliefs. If you were no longer accepted into the Armed Detective Agency, your only other alternative was to serve as an assistant for a specific Port Mafia executive... Who anticipated things would turn out quite well?

A book in which you, [L/N] [Y/N], are the newest member of the Armed Detective Agency with an ability to seduce and bend any man to your will. A beautiful woman who has also managed to capture the attention of the notorious Osamu Dazai. ©-tasfiah

"Just as there is an archetype of woman object of man's eternal love, so there must be an archetype of her as the object of his eternal fear, representing, perhaps, the shadow of his own evil actions." - Fumiko Enchi, Masks. Born into a life of wealth with two parents who both had gifts and an older sister, also gifted Fumiko Enchi at the age of ten was recruited for the Port Mafia where she learned the sharpest weapon at her disposal was her mind and her ability to see through the masks as the of men and women alike.

If I were to describe you, I would say that you are my favorite flowers and that musical, that I have watched thousands of times, but still love with all my heart. You are my favorite book and my favorite smell. You are a cup of hot chocolate after a cold day and a kiss under the rain. You are the constellation, that I see every night, when I look out of my window and photographs, that make me cry, when I look at them «Who knows? Is this the start of something wonderful and new? Or one more dream that I cannot make true?»

❝𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎.❞ dazai x reader oneshots. ↪ requests : 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱. status : incomplete. slow updates. cover by @-yakuIt 💕 I DO NOT OWN BSD OR IT'S CHARACTERS! ❑ #1 in osamudazaixreader [31/08/20]

❝ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐋/𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 ❞ my writing here is so poor ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ➽ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 to love one with all their being. a psychic and an ability user trapped in a love they never knew could ever exist. ➽ 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 ! ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ © fanfic ➽ -rosehearts © the disastrous life of saiki k ➽ shuichi aso © bungou stray dogs ➽ kafka asagiri, sango harukawa

❝ My past has tasted bitter For years now. ❞ As he held the gun, he asked the young man on the floor who was bleeding to death. "Would you like me to kill you, or would you want to suffer for about five more minutes?" The man nodded his head. "P-please, kill me." ❝ The blood on my hands scares me to death. ❞ The dark hair colored man shot the blonde man. He was smiling, while his eyes were filled with such satisfying joy. His finger kept pressing on the trigger as more bullets pierced into the dead body when a orange hair man kicked the gun out of his hands. ❝ I'll be good, I'll be good. ❞ His eyes were the same as your father's. You were a mere 15 year old when you have met your savior. The man who comforted you, and became your salvation. His white bandages, the way his eyes would glisten when he talked to you, and his strong arms wrapped around you. Will he become a good man if he stays in the mafia? Will he find what he achieves? You wondered. All you wanted was his happiness. [ Finished. ] No.1 on Kunikida; 03/26/22.