Been thinking quite a bit about this and I wanted to draw it but body says 'no'. So I whipped something up quickly writing wise. Maybe I get myself to draw tomorrow / later, no gurantee though.
I obviously also love the standard version of Osamu but this dynamic is one of the most fun for me to write personally. Maybe because it's technically a villain x villain pair but that's just my guess. Two villains who just so happen to be in love with each other, a contrast to how they usually are. That and for some reason imaging to be 'the previous wifey who gets special previlieges' sounds fun too.
I may count the Beast version also as Osamu but he hits different... Eh, maybe he will get his seperate tag. We'll see.
with: Osamu Dazai (BSD) (Beast / Port Mafia Boss AU)
Words: 700
A cruel man feared by all. Known for his cold exterior, not hesitating to cut down whoever was in his way. Even when his members acted out of line he would make an example out of them. He made sure to maintain this image through and through, even before becoming the boss of the Port Mafia. Although it had only become worse since succeeding the former boss. Rumors were flying around that he had even assassinated the previous boss with no mercy whatsoever. Osamu Dazai, a man no one would want to cross paths with.
And yet, that was not the side he was displaying when entering the office at this point in time. No, it was anything but. Something which would defy all expectations, to the point it seemed out of character for any outsider. Even the goons who were looking in that direction right now were rather baffled than anything else.
This man had a woman on his lap. Hair reaching down a little over her shoulders and half of her face covered with her hair, so only one blank, dark green eye was visible on her face. The dress she wore that day was one with long sleeves reaching down to her hands yet seeming to reach down only to her thighs.Not just that but there was a cutout on the deeper end. But the dress wasn’t clinging onto her figure, it was a bit loose. Yet the outline of her body was still visible enough. And exactly this woman had her arms wrapped around his neck, pressing herself against him like a koala. She didn’t even pay attention to her surroundings, her gaze only fixated on the boss and the boss alone.
And the words he exchanged with this woman… It was almost terrifying to listen to. As if playing around with her hair and chuckling wasn’t enough. He seemed so calm after all, a little too calm in fact.
“Dear, did you really have to storm in like that?” He asked her, a chuckle escaping his lips as he did, a rather soft ‘scolding’ if you will.
And what did this woman do? Shove herself more against him. “Staying at home alone is boring.” She said, her voice coming out as cold as her gaze yet there was also a hint of gentleness in it, oddly enough. All while she was unbothered that the boss was twirling around her hair with one of his fingers.
“But dear, I always come home, don’t I?”
“But I wanted to see you now.”
“You couldn’t have waited for one more hour or two?”
“Not really, no.”
“What an impatient, little thing you are.” And yet it wasn’t said with mockery, no. There was an odd tone of affection in it, one odd for the mafia boss to display. In fact, he was grinning like an idiot whenever looking at this woman.”Missing your hubby that much?”
She nodded. “Yes.” A blunt answer as she lifted her head closer to his, their foreheads now touching, their faces just a breath away from another. They were close… Awfully close.
And all the boss could do was snicker. “Never did I imagine to have such a clingy wifey in my arms.”
“Do you hate it?”
“No sweetie. If that were the case I would have tried to cut you into pieces after all.”
That comment made her laugh now, a smirk across her lips. “And I would have stabbed you in the chest until you would have bleeded out.”
“If it’s a beautiful lady like you, I can’t complain.” And then he would lean his head in, towards hers, aiming his lips for hers…
Though the goons who had been watching this scene unfold quickly shut the door. This was as much as they could take. Right, the boss had a wife… And this wife was also a little odd. Probably the only type of woman who could handle his guts without any issues.
Best is to leave the two be and come back later. After all, the two seemed rather busy there, judging from the couple’s back and forth.
Also it’s probably for the best to just forget this…
Dividers by @/uzmacchiato
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Words: 1,210
Pairing: Annzai (Ann x Dazai)
Day 1 - Prompt List - Day 3
Omamori – Basically a lucky charm. One of those very tiny cloth bags dangling down a knot or string. And inside of it? A wish. One thing you hope will become true someday at some point. Basically you are asking for good fortune in that regard, success even.
Usually Ann was not into this type of superstition. They found it a little foolish, senseless even. What was the point in those sorts of things? They never understood honestly. And yet, hearing that it could make a wish come true… Well, she had gotten curious. And it was just them overhearing two young female customers at work at café Uzumaki.
“For real!? He asked you out on a date!?” One of the girls asked, almost shocked. No, she was shocked.
Meanwhile the other girl had nodded happily. “Yes yes. All thanks to the Omamori I made as well as my wish! With that thing our date will be a success! Perhaps even our future together! Hehe~”
They wanted to dismiss it with a scoff. It was just luck on their mind. Of course they didn’t say it out loud. They kept to themself. However… The temptation was just too much to bear. Hearing that a girl’s wish came true after making the Omamori and that it shall now protect her and bring her success in her love life… It worked for her, right? So… Maybe… Ann could try? At first they didn’t want to admit to it but it crossed their mind more often than not. And so they knew what to do on her next best day off!
A day where they were on their own for a bit, Dazai working (or lazing around really) at the detective agency and Ole out for a while to do some errands after being taught some mathematical skills by Kunikida. And so, having gathered a cloth, a piece of paper, a piece of wood and some yarn for the knot they could get to work! Making their own Omamori!
The easy part was folding the paper down and noting down their wish. What was it? Well… It wouldn’t have any effect if they said it out loud or revealed it to anyone. So it was between themself. But that was honestly the very easy part. Because the next part would mean that they had to do something… They had to arrange the cloth somehow to create a tiny bag. The problem was that they didn’t know how to sew, knit or however you made these things. So it was basically a trial on error process. A process of cutting and stitching. Each time however they managed to poke their fingers somehow and a cut showed shortly after. It hurt yet they kept going, they had to get it right.
Though they probably sat there the entire morning and afternoon, engrossed in their own work. Making this charm was quite a hassle and they were in the middle of giving up. In fact after hours they just sat there, pieces of cloth torn apart and lying all over the floor and small table. They stared at it, rather blankly, and then sighed. What were they thinking with their two left hands? Maybe they should have just bought a premade one. But would that even be effective? After all, the girl mentioned that the Omamori was self made and so they probably should try making that too and—
“I’m home~” A sing sangy voice suddenly chimed in, making Ann get a little jumpy as they sat on their knees. They knew the voice, Dazai! And he returned before Ole, drat! That’s even worse! They didn’t want him to see that! So in one swoop they threw themself onto the table and covered as much as they could while they heard the steps closer. Well, not much closer. He just had to take a look by the corner, given how small this apartment was. “Haha, today was lots of fun! So, so Kunikida–Kun—”
And then the sudden silence, making them a little more nervous. The worst timing imaginable! Not like Dazai’s timing was ever good to begin with but this!? Shit! Shit shit shit! They didn’t say anything, hoping that he would believe that they were just sleeping. And yet he got closer as they could feel his breath against their ear. That breath which smelled like sake, right in their nose. Yet they tried not to move too much, even though they heard and sensed him turning from side to side, as if trying to get a closer look… Only to hear his next words.
“Ohoho, is Ann–Chan hiding something from me~?” He asked, the smug all too audible. It was enough to get somewhat under their skin but… No, they had to keep their cool.
“N… No. I was just… Trying something.” They responded. Not an exact lie but also not the full truth. Somewhere in the middle. And needless to say, they got very embarrassed just giving that answer alone.
Especially since they suddenly felt him closer against them, too close for comfort, his chest pushed against their back. It nearly made them shriek, even more when he continued ever so carefree yet annoyingly: “Something? Show me, pretty please~? I’m curious!”
“No way!” They protested, almost a little too loud. “Besides, it’s not done!” And they didn’t know if it was ever going to get finished.
“Just a peek? C’mon.”
“No! I won’t!”
“Do I have to resort to… Hmmm…” A moment of silence, him pretending to be deep in thought before continuing with a whisper, grin probably brighter than ever. “Tickling?”
“Don’t you dare Dumbzai!” As if that was enough he got them to sit up in one swoop, but not before grabbing a piece of the cloth as well as the piece of paper to hold against their chest. They heard him fall, right onto his behind and saw him sit as they turned around, first eyeing them in surprise. But that was only temporary and they knew it. All while they were just as red as some fire hydrant or something, heart racing from sheer embarrassment. “That’s not for you to know!”
And then it suddenly morophed into a smirk as he laughed, then the usual carefree smile he wore. “Aww, don’t be embarrassed! I won’t laugh! Just show me!” He demanded, not forcefully but all happy go lucky sounding while launching forward, as if trying to snatch what they had in their hands, pressed against their chest.
But they wouldn’t budge. Of course they wouldn’t. They refused, plain and simple. “Quit it! I won’t!” Not yet, not ever.
“Please~?”
“No! Now stop asking already!”
It would be too embarrassing to admit, let alone show him. Not the Omamori itself, that was a predictable disaster, even when once finished. It was more the wish on the piece of paper… The one they made. The one they couldn’t let him find out. That one wish… If he knew, who knows what he might do. And Ann was a fool to wish for it. They knew. But it was probably one of their deepest desires. As annoying as Dazai was sometimes…
‘Please let me stay by his side until the end of time.’
Dividers by @/uzmacchiato
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Words: 657
Pairing: Annzai (Ann x Dazai) (PM AU)
Prompt List - Day 2
Everyone in their organization stood there with an open mouth. Usually they would hear the voice of the boss when someone would say “Come in” yet they didn’t seem to have really thought about it just yet. Only when they had dared to truly open the door… Oh that’s where Osamu's face had a slight smirk on it. It all was out of nowhere for them, this sudden arrangement between him and his little wifey.
Earlier this morning she had begged him with a wide,pouty expression, a contrast of her usual stoic expression she wore on her face. Even in front of him, though he always sensed the softness and affection through her eyes. Though it was also only for the trained eye. Barely anyone else could see right through this facade she wore, the mere mask which showed a lack of emotion. Except for the few times… Moments for him to savor. Though the reason for her to beg was one he didn’t see coming. In fact, he expected her usual wish of a plush of some kind. But this time it was something else…
“I want to help you out.” She had said, rather dry in contrast to her gaze. “I’ll help you in any way I can. I promise.”
Something had just sparked within Osamu when he heard his wife beg like that. When she was just looking ever so adorably at him. First off, he wanted to pinch both of her cheeks so badly, for daring to even be so cute at this very moment. But secondly and most importantly, she wanted to help in any way she can. Something came to mind, a trick. Though it wasn’t something to trick her, no. It was simply to put a shocked face on his little, helpless underlings. To see just how they would react to something so seemingly outrageous as this. And that’s why he told her the following…
“Oh? You wish to help me dearest? Then how about you play the role of the boss for the day? Would you do me such a favor?” Osamu didn’t need to sound so sickly sweet. He didn’t need to be charming nor have any type of smile on his face. He knew that even with the coldest of glares he could get her to do whatever he wanted. That was what his wife was like without hesitation. Any fool would feel bad yet he? He didn’t care back then and now he knew just how much she didn’t mind. She was a devotee without question, at his back and call. Yet by no means a puppet, though that probably made no sense for anyone else. And perhaps it doesn’t make sense to you either to hear this. But it’s the truth. She acts like this of her own free will, not because she is a puppet. But if she was she would be a very bloody puppet.
In any case, the switch up was on purpose. The roles swapped, him as the assistant while she got to sit in the chair and look at the goons who had just entered, stammering and standing with all their mouths agape. Osamu sat in a corner, observing them and having the time of his life doing so. Hah, how fun it was to take a breather sometimes. And even more fun to see his little pawns in such a disbelief. He enjoyed every second of it.
“W… Wait… But you are—” One tried to speak up yet Ann had to interrupt quickly.
“The Boss right now.” Her voice was sharp and cold, making the one who dared to even utter a word in her presence flinch. “So, what is it? Speak up.”
ll while they were trembling and shivering in fear, even if ever so slightly. Hah, what a sight and he didn’t even need to lift a finger… Maybe the two should switch positions more often~
A direct follow up to yesterday
Dividers by @/uzmacchiato
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Words: 658
Pairing: Annzai (Ann x Dazai)
Day 25 - Prompt List - Day 27
In the end it was hopeless. Ann couldn't hide the picture as they had intended. Dazai had snatched the drawing from their hands, looking at it closely. It was embarrassing, to say the least, him pretending to think. He sat around, eyeing it from various different angels. Up, down, left, right, lying, sitting… Heck, even standing. It was as if he was observing this very closely, much to their embarrassment. They heard a low ‘hmm’ and a sharp gaze… Ah yeesh, that guy was impossible!
He was trying to imitate the attitude of an art critic or something. They weren’t sure yet not like they could think about it anyways. Their brain just didn’t want to function properly. Something they hoped to hide is now in his view and they felt rather nervous. What would he think? Would he poke fun at it? Maybe, it probably isn’t out of his character, right? Teasing them about it, poking fun at it, perhaps even imitating what expression he was making on his drawing. That or a fake whine. ‘What!? C’mon Ann–Chan, I don’t look that ugly!’ Or something like that.
Just the thought of it put them on edge. They fumbled around, noticing how they sweated a little. Was it really that big of a deal!? To them, probably. Something just terrified them. And the longer he took his sweet ass time, the more on edge they became. Their breath hitched and for a second they believed that they had stopped breathing.
Another glance over yet it was hard to read. He had the same goofy grin on his face as he was observing the drawing properly, acting as if he was analyzing every line, every stroke. When would he stop? They didn’t know. Not to mention the pumping of blood through their veins, and the hammering in their chest…
It all halted when they saw his face turn to them, staring at them with the paper in his hands still. He stood there, looking down at them and blinking. No words came out of his mouth at first and they braced themself for… Anything really. And yet they would hear laughter. Not one to poke fun at them but one which seemed more… Genuine, warm even. And then they were greeted with a smile.
“That looks cute Ann–Chan.” He said, unexpectedly so, making them flush on the spot. “Good job!” And then a sudden pet on the head.
They grumbled. “You don’t have to be nice…”
“Oh, but I mean it! Sure, my face is more handsome than that but who am I to complain? Good job~”
“Oh be quiet.” They couldn’t believe those words and still wouldn’t, thinking that their ears tricked them here. Maybe they were? They were not so sure to be completely honest. But not like it mattered, right?
“But I’m just telling the truth and appreciate the way you captured me. Is that so wrong?” He pointed out, his tone ever so overdramatic.
They rolled their eyes, trying to be unimpressed and be normal about this. “Say whatever you want. Or do whatever you—”
“Maybe I’ll put it on my desk at the agency. What do you think?” He suddenly brought up with a grin, an amused one and awfully wide. “Everyone will be jealous when—”
“Don’t you even dare doing that!” Ann yelled for a moment before snatching the paper back into their hands by quickly jumping up and reaching for it. “No one else can see that, got it!?”
“Huh? But–”
“No buts! Got it!? No one will see this, ever!”
He sighed, shaking his head before shrugging. “Alright, if you insist. But it’s a waste if you ask me.”
“So what?” They just didn’t want anyone else to see it. It was embarrassing. But… At least he said that he liked it. That counts for something, right? And… In a way it was making them happy, at least a little bit.
Dividers by @/uzmacchiato
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Words: 389
Pairing: Annzai (Ann x Dazai)
Day 29 - Prompt List - Day 31
Having their fingers intertwined at every possible opportunity, though secretly and wishing to not be too obvious about it. Though it was difficult to be sneaky about anything with Dazai, Ann knew. It seemed that they were just sitting next to each other while looking at the tiny television screen inside their one room apartment. Though honestly, it was so boring that they didn't even pay attention to the content on that screen. Well, that and they were honestly a little tempted, though suddenly.
Gazing over and they noticed how distracted he seemed by whatever was going on at the screen, or maybe that was just playing pretend? In any case they caught themself looking down to the ground, seeing that both of his hands were leaning a bit backwards, ready for the grabbing. It caught their attention and for a moment their thought was playing around with the thought… How it would feel if their hands just simply touched.
Their hand snuck a little closer, moving seemingly on its own. It was getting closer and closer by the second, even though it all felt agonizing. They didn’t know why but the palm started to sweat a little. It shook with each move, inching closer and closer. And closer and–
No, a sudden pause, a stop. Just shortly before their hand reached over, before even their fingers could make contact. They had noticed, looking over, and it then dawned on them how close they were. A quick glance over, Dazai seemingly hadn’t noticed. A sigh from Ann, one of relief. It was too soon. Or rather, what were they even thinking? There was no point. So they wanted to take it away…
And yet, before knowing it their hand felt crushed. No, that’s too strong of a word, but it was trapped somewhere. And before they knew it he had placed his closer hand nearby on top of theirs. Needless to say, they were flustered all over the place and their mind became jumbled quickly. So… He had noticed after all!? That guy…
But… Then again they kind of wanted this so… They will look away and just not say a word, pretend that they didn’t notice. All because it felt rather nice to hold hands like this. Or something… Whatever this is called! They weren’t going to complain!
