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 Pianist!Dazai Modern!AU He preferred to play alone, perhaps. Velvet seats once crammed full of illustrious folk gathered to view and be entertained by musical splendor, their desires met beyond their wildest expectations and expressed through standing ovation had vacated long ago. The notes that once beautifully resounded through the theatre seemed to pause briefly before refilling the atmosphere; in it's solitude, the sound held other-wordly riches and passion... Music meant for Gods, not humans. Osamu Dazai was prodigy. Self taught at an early age and later glorified among the most established musicians. Those who had slaved to obtai

thus kindly, i scatter. -dazai osamu - dazai osamu x gn!reader word count: 1206 - It's said that late at night, humans tend to become more truthful. It's why most people seem to reveal their secrets during late night conversations, exhaustion forces their hand of honesty. You wonder, if even to a man as mysterious and aloof as Dazai Osamu would this claim be applicable. He sits there, unmoving, his face cold. The bandages that normally would comfortably wrap around his frame feel like chains and cuffs that bind him to his place today. Tragedy comes and goes, and in a place like the Port Mafia, one must know this well. Except, this time, D

Disclaimer: I do not own Bungou Stray Dogs or Dazai or other characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Bungou Stray Dogs is the property of Kafka Asagiri.White, red, blue, yellow, black. They fluttered in the air, falling freely from the sky tainting the sky with their vivid colors, and upon closer inspection, there were faces, hands, feet - flickers and flutters of memories torn and shredded and then abandoned to the wind. His eyes widened in horror at the state of the place he once called home. It was as though a tornado had gone through and ripped apart ever

Crepuscular light, rustic oranges and vibrant violets, gave a serene feeling to the more often than not chaotic office space, marking the end of another day. Desks long since vacated, papers put away, void of bantering; though it's not the first time you've been the last one to leave, it's silence is a foreign entity --one that reminds you just how much you prefer the quirky, and sometimes obnoxious habits of your friends. In the midst of your scribbling, you pause to survey the room, only to intentionally stare at the desk across from you. It wasn't hard to imagine Dazai's reclined posture, or even his hunched one as his head of unruly loc

It was quite funny, really; in a strange sort of way. An unknown warmth had overtaken his senses, a mellow warmth that had seemed to have grown in him; flourished into emotions he couldn’t properly decipher. Just a miscellany of emotions he hadn’t yet fully pieced together himsel. Emotions that were there like an infallible obstacle, constantly reminding him of their existence. He didn’t much mind that, though. For the emotion was a good feeling; superlative. It was ike a cosy fire that awaited him after frigid winter days that chilled his being to the very core. Like a warm mug of hot cocoa on stormy wintry nights wherein

❁ Flower Shop AU ❁ This is another entry for starrymayflower (https://www.deviantart.com/starrymayflower) 's AU Reader Insert Contest !! [thankyou sososo much for such a great contest !!] ❁ Word count: 2622 “Good morning!” You’d already decided that the chime of Oikawa Tooru’s voice was too happy for the early morning before even stepping foot into the flower shop. Flashing him a feeble smile, you attempted to kindle a good mood within yourself - but to no avail. For the past week or so, it was as though a phantom spirit had taken control of your body, forcing the life out of you and thieving you of all motivation to even leave your bed. I

♡ Cicadas chirped as the broiling sunbeams penetrated through the wispy clouds, pelting against exposed skin and eliciting beads of sweat to form. With your tiny body adorned with a flowing dress the color of white, you skittered animatedly ahead of your two companions as twitters of laughter flowed from your vocals, "You two are so slow~!" Heaving an indolent sigh, Kuroo ran a hand through his black locks, his famed bedhead becoming even more mussed as he did so. "The sunflowers aren't going to run away, [Name]," he mentioned, throwing a cursory glimpse over his shoulder at Kozume - who was murmuring under his breath about how fatigue

Perpetually observing the capacious gymnasium and the entities onerously toiling away at a multitude of disparate tasks, you discerned a particular individual - one who always enthralled your attention - polishing their adept skills at serving. With beads of sweat accumulating on their brows, they scored a consecutive row of ace serves. It was always mesmerizing to witness that congruence one has with their own body. Semi Eita: a third-year setter; who you've known since you were young, due to fortunately being neighbors. All those diminutive and fatuous promises you vowed together clustered in your heart, elevating your hopes and desires -