Nikolai Never Thought His Mind Could Get Any More Broken. He Had Experienced Complete Irrationality.
Nikolai never thought his mind could get any more broken. He had experienced complete irrationality. Hyperactivity making a mockery of his sorrow, but now death of the only thing that mattered. The only person who understood him. It was time for him to rest.
Tiredness plagued his existence as he cradled Fyodor’s arm in his arms. He lay on the ground stuck in his thoughts.
What was the point anymore? He has felt what it was like to finally live, held it so close and it’s just gone.
He longed to join his love in the afterlife. To see him again, to taste him again.
But the fear of uncertainty was too much to bear. He lay and savored what remained of Fyodor. He held every one of his fingers between his, wishing it had the warmth of life in it.
Every second spent with Fyodor had been magical. Complete and utter bliss, an escape from the mediocrity of life. The only thing he left now.
He missed the person who truly understood everything he was. He never knew just how much Fyodor had stolen from him when he did that.
Fyodor had left him a husk of himself, his passion gone. He had nothing left.
The arm reminded him of what Fyodor always wanted. Nikolai was the only person who had been trusted with that knowledge.
He’ll do what Fyodor always wanted, he just had to get up.
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SKK au where they still have their abilities but Dazai accidentally kissed Chuuya when they first met, knocking Chuuya out of gravity manipulation...
Since then Dazai has lied that his ability is activated by kissing and not by touching and Chuuya has never doubted cause Dazai always go in for the kiss as soon as he grabs Chuuya to nullify his ability.
And Dazai threatened the rest of the PM to not to expose him and they had to suffer skk making out during battle in their mafia era.
Then Dazai left PM and they met again as ADA member and PM executive on battle field and Dazai on instinct grabbed Chuuya for a kiss to nullify corruption.
The rest of the ADA be like: why is Dazai kissing the enemy executive?
PM members: Not this shit again!
And Atsushi would later ask Chuuya shyly why does Dazai kiss him to pull him out of his ability and Chuuya in ultra confusion be like 'Cause that's how his ability works?'
Only to find out that Dazai has been lying to his face the whole damn time...
"Please, I wish for food!" The child cried.
I spawn the most luxurious buffet for them, "And for your second wish?"
"A house!" The child said between bites of lobster.
I spawn a mansion, "Your third wish?"
The child stopped in thought for a moment before speaking, "A loving family, please!"
Nothing appeared and I grinned, "Hello, I'm your new dad."
The two of us lived a happy life.
You’re a Genie with thousands of years of bad luck. It seams that every time someone finds the lamp, they are evil or corrupt and you are bound to grant terrible wishes. One day an child in torn clothes finds you and begs for food.
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Oh, pain! That’s not good.
Someone looked down at their foot, the thickened skin torn and chewed. They’d peeled too many layers and their nail stabbed through the last one, the corner of their heel was trickling blood.
Panic welled up, they didn’t like blood. Blood meant something was wrong, something was hurt. Blood stays on the inside, they cannot bleed—shaky breaths, shaking, shallow, breaths. Why are they so worked up? They had forgotten why, why can’t they remember anymore?
Not that they ever could, not that they couldn’t, they can’t remember.
Another stab of pain brings them back, they’d begun picking, picking, picking, again. It’s a bad habit. They applied pressure to the wound. That was what they were supposed to do, right? They lifted their hand and thought for a moment.
No, don’t pick at their hand! They couldn't pick their hand, people would see it, it’d be exploited—shaky breaths, slower, deeper, breaths. Is that even your hand?
You need to calm down.
Your eyes flickered to the wall in front of you, where were you? It didn’t seem familiar, but then again, you weren’t familiar with anything.
The wall was? Gray? You squinted, it didn’t look like any color, more like a mash of pixels on a broken screen. Maybe it was your eyes that were broken. Your breath slowed.
You pondered the idea that you were just looking at a screen, perhaps it's just a post on tumblr that’s dragging you in by the collar. You blinked.
Turning your head, you realized it was dark in this room. Too dark, someones hand reached back towards your foot. You paused, you remembered.
Their breath sped up, They don’t like the dark. What’s around them? Their vision focused, blood pounded in their ears. Someones in there. Wait. You’re the someone.
You remembered again. You’re the someone. You listened for a moment, nothing. You’re the someone. You took a deep breath. You’re the someone.
You’re in your room, what time is it? No, that’d stress you out more. Your eyes were heavy, maybe you’re tired.
You look at what you’re sitting on, it’s your bed. Looking at it makes you ache, you hadn’t slept due to your fears. The bed was so inviting and you were so, so tired.
You felt yourself lie down and breathe.
And everything was okay.
Mori and Dazai whump
Dazai woke up cuffed to the operating table. He vaguely remembers fighting Mori as he tried to put the IV in. He’d be punished for that later, for now, Mori smiled down at him before explaining what he had done to Dazai in grueling detail.
“After you took all those nsaids, your stomach was worn down to a flatulent piece of tissue. Must have been painful. To save your life, I had to give you a whole new stomach!” Mori proclaimed excitedly.
Dazai focused his attention on the shelves of medicine. From acetaminophen to oxycodone, Mori had everything. Dazai’s eyes lingered on the oxy. He swallowed as a wave of nausea overcame him, having just undergone anesthesia.
He smelled lemon mixed with the usual sterile scent of Mori’s office, meaning he was currently being given antibiotics. Probably for the infection in his left upper thigh.
Mori was probably scolding him for cutting himself to the laffy taffy again, but he was too high to care.
He was tapped on the shoulder by Elise, who said, “Mori said you have to entertain me while he does some more work!”
He sighed at the sadistic girl and found the strength to lift the doll he was handed, as she un-cuffed him.
DAZAI HEADCANNONS
1. Prosthetic eye, mostly wears one that has a smiley face on it
2. Constant headaches: I feel like he would also have migraines on a regular basis, stemming from a car accident
3. Double jointed: it just see it, no real reason
4. He is a archeology nerd, ask him about anything revolving it and he will go on for hours
5. He cuts his own hair, mostly because he knows the way he likes it and thinks if he let's anyone else touch it, it'll be messed up forever
6. He loves headpats, favorite sign of affection
7. He has chronic pain in his legs but refuses to admit it
8. He can't cook, but CAN bake, suprisingly well
9. He adores little kids. Who doesn't though
10. He constantly fears everyone will either
A: forget about him or
B. That everyone will hate him
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