some very ooc angsty/fluffly/steamy soukoku fic c': (somehow this 600 word oneshot turned into this sad excuse for a 10k word fanfic) WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: mentions of suicide, self-harm, strong language, drinking, smoking and sex (it's no smut though...)

An au in which every wound of your soulmate will appear in your body too but in a flowery manner. If you are with your soulmate, the flowers will be gone. But once they are dead. It would remain there and the wound that caused the death will be.. . . . . Thorns.

After sacrificing yourself for Dazai. In your last words you tell Dazai something meaningful. After recovering you find out Dazai has gone missing but what goes through Dazai and your mind? Where is Dazai? --- I'll be using she/her pronouns. --- Y/n will be based off of Odasaku. Odasaku will not be an existing character in the story since y/n will be very similar to him in someways. --- To be easier to understand, the memories you'll read are not in chronological order. They're scattered, though some you can tell are in order but not all. I don't want to confuse readers thinking they're all in order. They're not. --- Warning, I'll be using sensitive topics that may not be comfortable with some readers, please be aware of that before reading! --- Started: December 20th 2020 Ended: April 12th 2021 --- Past Rankings: #1 dazaixreader #1 chuuya #1 chuuyanakahara #1 bungostraydogs #1bungostraydogsxreader #1 atsushi

[Being Edited] A suicidal maniac, number 94194, one of the most intelligent kids of Grace Field House, Plant Three, is working together with his friends to help them escape from their "destiny" and "purpose" they were born into. The reader is male and will be given the same features as Dazai. The anime, manga, plot, and characters do NOT belong to me! Dazai does NOT belong to me! Started: March 15, 2021 (?) Finished: November 21, 2022

❝ 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.