I wrote up a quick KuniZai ficc <333
Kunikida x Dazai (their relationship can be taken as romantic or platonic ig)
Genre: Kinda angst i would say ???
Synopsis: Dazai misses Kunikida and goes to visit him :(
This one is fine for all to read :D
“Oh Kunikida. It’s quite a dull day isnt it.” Dazai purred, his fists clenching the handle of the umbrella tightly, knuckles turned white. It was pouring down outside, rain slapping loudly against the plastic of Dazai’s warm blue umbrella.
“I mean, you know I always enjoyed the rainy weather…but I remember you never did…It always interfered with your plans.” Dazai said with a wry smile, shuffling closer to the grey stone. Dazai carefully set up the umbrella to shield the gravestone, Dazai crawling under it to be protected from the rain. He curled up tight, Osamu’s fingers dancing across the bumpy floor of the rock.
“I wish we could still be together…” Dazai mumbled, his other hand, lightly clutching the red ribbon. He sighed softly.
“Kunikida ?....Why did you have to go ?...That was my dream to die…But I guess after a while you became my dream.” Dazai whispered.
He couldn’t handle the amount of emotions overwhelming Osamu’s senses, his knee’s pressing up close to his body, wrapping his frail arms around his legs. His chin rested a top his knee, small tears starting to slid down his face.
“I love you Kunikida.” Dazai whispered, drowned out by the loud pounding rain, Dazai’s body trembling as his frame was wracked with tears.
Soooo ya !! As you can see, just a short, sweet story, i also drew art for this, but lost SO much motivation halfway and it's so shitty lmaooo 😭😭 I might re-draw it and add it on later
Ok, i did have the art here, but it was actually so embarrassing, that i cried and deleted it. When i make some actual GOOD !!! art i'll actually post it :(
A soft smile pulls at Dazai's lips as he watches you grab your phone. The bright light illuminating your face in the dark kitchen makes you look ethereal, yet he can't stop himself from making a joke. "You know I don't know how to do this."
"You know better than I," you say softly, an amused smirk pulling at your lips as you press play. Nocturne Op. 9, No. 2 begins to softly play from your shitty phone speakers as you place it on a counter, walking towards Dazai.
"I'd probably be better with the lights on," he tries joking again. You don't reply as you place your hands softly on the back of his neck, pulling yourself close as you begin to sway.
Back and forth, back and forth, you continue to step, and Dazai follows each move perfectly. It's no waltz by any means, but it is yours to share. A moment together, a moment of quiet vulnerability in the late hours of the night when everyone else is asleep is sometimes just what he needs - and you always know it.
The peaceful piano piece and the warmth of your body near his makes Dazai's eyes flutter closed, his head moving to rest on your shoulder as yours falls onto his. He hadn't realized just how tired he is, physically and emotionally. His throat begins to sting, and his eyes feel dryer than normal. He feels like crying. And yet, no tears slip past his eyes - they never do - as his hold on you tightens.
The music swells, hitting the part you'll always say is your favorite, and he feels you give him a gentle squeeze, a reassuring touch that causes him to loosen his hold. You aren't going anywhere, neither of you are.
A small this is my favorite part is whispered into his shoulder and Dazai wants to laugh. You're so predictable, and yet that predictability brings a sense of ease and comfort to him that he hasn't felt in a long time. He keeps quiet, his head moving further into your neck as he continues swaying with you.
I've never been one for classical music, I can barely see in the dark, you know I can't waltz, all excuses to stop himself from being vulnerable with you. But the second you pull him close, holding his face to your shoulder and rocking him like a baby on the wood-paneled floor of your shared apartment, he wonders why he fought it in the first place.
As the last note fades out, Dazai's face is fully buried into the crook of your neck, grasping onto your body loosely and tiredly. You aren't going anywhere, neither of you are. And the two of you continue to sway for minutes more, nothing outside of the occasional floorboard creek to interrupt as you embrace each other under the moonlight.
Please let me know if this needs TWs :)
Again, this is sloppy. I'll clean it up when I do another analysis, but I think it's alright, but it's not supposed to be academic -- it's just for fun! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
If you want something to listen to whilst reading this:
Uhhh 🧍🏾♀️
Should I make a BSD OC dump?-
PART TWO
I STILL HAVE TO SO ANOTHER PART AHHHHHH
i kinda forgot i had this app 😭, but i’m about to art dump‼️‼️, warning i jump fandoms a lot
FYODOR REALLY SAID UNO REVERSE JFC
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have this edit and unrendered wip im working on…
I love bsd au’s so much bc the fandom gets so creative. Like who would make a whole au based entirely on Dazai not being suicidal? And yk what?? It was such an eye opener, like DAMN so much of the plot of bsd would just have not happened if Dazai WASNT mentally ill. Like it was due to a suicide attempt he met Mori, so without meeting mori he wouldn’t have joined the mafia to find a reason to live, he also wouldn’t have saved Akutagawa and Gin bc he had no reason to as he wasn’t in the mafia, meaning he wouldn’t have met Oda, maybe Ango along the lines depending if he joined the agency in the au or not. He also wouldn’t have met Chuuya nor would he had forced Chuuya to join the mafia, so Chuuya would still be in sheep. He probably would’ve met Atsushi through more NORMAL means (aka not drowning in a river)
SO BASICALLY , my point is thank you Dazai for being the mentally ill freak you are, bc without you we wouldn’t have met nor known any of our favs 🤞❤️
Credits; https://youtu.be/xtQ5mYqirmo
And yes, this is a gacha reaction video. You have to admit they’re kinda entertaining…
Why dazai never bothered to leave the mafia before oda died: Dazai never doubted his place in the mafia, because from a young age (as soon as his talents were found out) he was always told he was smart and his blood is mafia black and that he belonged to the mafia. He never knew any different. He was never told anything different before oda told him that he could be good and that he should save people, that's where he got the idea that, yes, maybe he doesn't belong in the mafia.
Just really feeling that emotional manipulation yk.
(This is very much playing into my personal hc of dazais origins but could also be taken just in general)
I think that the 3 best candidates would honestly be dazai, kyoka and tanizaki.
Dazai and kyoka for obvious reasons, tanizaki because his ability is very useful in crime oriented business. We've seen tanizaki get violent multiple times in the show, altough to protect kr revenge his sister.
Now my thought process with dazai was, that firstly because we've already seen dazai in the pm, he wouldnt go back. It's been done, we've basically completed the demon prodigy saga. But now, after taking into consideration how dazai acted with fyodor and chuuya, and from what we know also killed chuuya. I'm not sure if the ADA can take dazai back. I mean in the end, he did take a life, and I think that at least kunikida wouldn't be ok with that. Which obviously would let mori have dazai vulnerable, his colleges are confused on what they should think of dazai now, after he's slipper back into his 'demon prodigy mask' (you can see the way he acts and the plans he puts in motion become more and more violent and cunning (angos car crash, chuuyas DEATH)) so idk it seems like a very real option.
And kyoka, well it could be a whole arc. Kouyou being shown that you really can't escape the mafia, kyoka being back in the mafia losing hope, the ADA trying to get kyoka back, basically starting war with the mafia. I think it's less likely than dazai or tanizaki, but again, still and option.
And I just thought about, what if they took ranpo.
That would be such a shitshow. It's basically two elise's in the mafia.
This is just kinda a brain dump, it doesn't really make sense I think and I have described my thoughts very very vaguely but my brain feels like it's moving faster than my hands and bla bla bla