Dazai As Klaus Hargreeves AU

Dazai as Klaus Hargreeves AU

15!Port Mafia Klaus/Dazai:But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

12!Klaus:Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

22-30! ADA Dazai:I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

All of his version trough the years:I check it once, then I check it twice, oh

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me-

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Anyway I'm working on the first two chapters

How could we not talk about family when family is all we got

A Umbrella academy and Bungo stray dogs crossover.

Chapter 1 WIP!

“We announce with immense sorrow the death of Reginald Hargreeves, found dead in his bed in the early hours of this morning.”

Reginald Hargreeves, billionaire, adventurer and inventor, died of heart failure on March 21, 2019.

His adopted children, once known as the child heroes of the Umbrella Academy, learned of this in different situations and from different parts of the world (and the solar system)

Luther, number 1, received the news from Pogo, while he was on the moon.

Diego, number 2, found out about it from the television of a house where he was "arresting" some thieves.

Allison, number 3, found out from the reporters, blinded by their cameras and dazed by their questions.

Vanya, number 7, found out about it when he saw the news on a TV in the window on her way home.

They were all shocked, in a mixture of joy, sadness and even anger. It was a feeling that only the four of them, the survivors, thought they were capable of feeling.

But there was a person in Yokohama who felt similar emotions.

Number 4, once Klaus Hargreeves, but now known as Dazai Osamu, received the news leaning on his desk at the Armed Detective Agency, while chatting with his husband, surrounded by colleagues who for years now he had considered his real family.

-Come on chibi, I only gave him some candy, it's not the end of the world!- -Isn't it the end of the world? Our son just locked Higuchi in the closet and is now running around a house full of sharp and dangerous objects, just because you gave him enough sugar to make him go on a hyperactive rampage!-

-He's not wrong, it's your fault.- Dazai turned to his brother, who was relaxing on Kunikida's desk

-Shut up Ben! And you better get off your desk before Kunikida-kun comes back and tries to kill you again.- The ghost stuck its tongue out at him -This would only happen if I made myself tangible-

Osamu decided to ignore his annoying brother and dedicate to his annoying husband - Don't worry Chuuya! I will send Atsushi to free Higuchi and stop Kazuya!- As he spoke these words, Kunikida entered the room, and Dazai knew something wasn't right.

The blond didn't scold him for not working, instead he approached him and handed him a newspaper. -I swear that if it's about the incident the other week, I don't know how it ended up in the newspapers- Ben rolled his eyes and got off the desk to look at the newspaper.

Kunikida instead pushed the newspaper to his chest, and Dazai noticed that his hands were shaking slightly. -You better be one of the first to know.-

-Well, it must seriously be something important if…- He stopped when he saw the headline on the front page:

Reginald Hargreeves is dead

He barely heard Ben next to him freeze and some members of the agency approaching curiously. He could only hear the sentence inside his head, over and over: Is dead. Is dead. Is dead. I'm free. I'm free. He can't take me back there anymore. I'm safe.

It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, a fear so unconscious he hadn't noticed it in years. And now he no longer had to worry about that creeping possibility, he would never return to the mausoleum, ever again.

-Osamu, are you okay?- He was so relieved that he didn't even realize he had made Ben tangible. His brother had put a hand on his shoulder and was looking at him worriedly.

-Never been better Benny-boy!- He smiled and took the phone from the ghost's hand, who probably took it to warn Chuuya.

The said person was still demanding information when the husband put the phone to his ear -Osamu, what the hell is going on? Ben told me to look for a newspaper and..-

-Reggie is dead!- He said it in a cheerful tone, intoxicated by that sense of freedom. There was silence on the other end of the line as Chuuya processed the information.

Just as he had done with the agency, at a certain point in his life Dazai had told him about who he was before Yokohama, about when he was Klaus Hargreeves, about his brothers and also about the mausoleum.

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fanfic crack fic bungo stray dogs dazai osamu soukoku klaus hargreeves the umbrella academy

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lumni-chan

1 year ago

Okay I’ve been toying with an idea for a Six of Crows au post-Crooked Kingdom where Van Eck won for a little while now and yeah idk but I had a scene idea come to me just now so I’m gonna write it here to see what you guys think and if there’s any interest then I might add it to my list of fics to write

This feels like a weird introduction but, er, here we go:

Inej knew the moment Kaz got home. There were no longer any crowds in the house to come to attention at his entrance, or if there were then no-one had bothered to come down to the half-room and tell Inej, but she could hear his voice drifting through the vents as soon as the door upstairs banged shut behind him.

“Where’s Inej?”

“Where do you think?” Matthias’ reply came roughly, and Inej could all but picture the disapproving grimace that must be crossing his face about now.

Let him judge. She didn’t need to leave the half-room, and for as long as that was true she wouldn’t. The vents did not give her every room though, and she did miss gathering her secrets. She wondered if there was anyone else in the house, but the five of them. Five? She stopped and counted them on her fingers. Yes, five. Hopefully still five. Inej had not bothered to leave the half-room in days, and no-one had been down to see her since yesterday morning.

She heard the door click open behind her, of course, but she did not bother to look up as Dirtyhands entered the room.

“Wraith,”

“Don’t you read the papers, Kaz?” Inej asked, without turning, “The Wraith is dead,”

She stood up, hand wandering across the table for her little pot of jurda. It tasted like shit and it wasn’t nearly as strong as she wanted it to be, but it took less than a month for the price of the blossoms to surpass the height of the stars so she’d have to make do with whatever they had left.

“Inej-”

“They found her body on the steps outside the Church of Barter almost three months ago, remember?” she finally turned to face Kaz, unscrewing the lid on the little silver pot as she did so, “Killed by some mercenary called the White Blade, who still hasn’t been found by they way in case you haven’t seen the latest. I guess it’s difficult to catch a ghost,”

Difficult to catch a wraith.

“We’ve had this conversation several times, Inej-”

“And we’re going to have it again,”

Inej placed an orange jurda blossom on her tongue, then offered the open container to Kaz. It was almost empty. He waved her off.

“I thought you didn’t go in for that sort of thing,”

Inej shrugged.

“Gotta stay awake somehow, haven’t I? We’re busy,”

“We’re not on a job”

“We’re never on a job. Unless the reason you’ve bothered to grace me with your presence is a proposition?”

Kaz shook his head.

“I just wanted to tell you there’s no news,”

Inej looked away. There was never any news. And yet somehow she always expected differently.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?”

“Probably,”

Inej caught another jurda blossom between her fingers. She needed to stay awake, because if she slept she would see him. She would see all the ways she’d failed.

“It wasn’t your fault, Inej, we’re having the same conversations on repeat can’t you see-,”

“And we’ll have them again,” she shrugged, “We will have this conversation again, Kaz, because I made a mistake and you are coddling me like a child who won’t be able cope if you tell them something was their fault. Tell me it was my fault, Kaz! We both know that it’s true,”

Kaz shook his head.

“I’d rather repeat the previous,”

“Then let’s,” snapped Inej, because hell if this jurda wasn’t strong enough to keep her awake then maybe an argument would be, “Let’s repeat the goddamn conversation, Kaz, because you’re right. We have the same two conversations on repeat and do you want to know why? Because I am owning up to the mistake I made and I am trying to deal with the consequences of it, but you had no right to do what you did, do you understand me? You messed up and you need to take some damn responsibility, because if you think-”

“You always knew Tailoring Dunyasha’s body to look like yours was a possibility for your escape option,” said Kaz, calmly.

She hated how quiet his voice was, how slow and deliberate he sounded next to the and ramblings that she could not stop from stumbling out of her.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” she hissed, slamming her jurda back down on the table.

“I couldn’t have done anything to stop that,”

“You could have tried,”

“Inej-”

“Shevrati,”

Know-nothing.

She waved a hand vaguely at the door.

“Get out,”

Kaz turned to leave, then paused.

“I am sorry, Inej. They’d like to see you upstairs, you know. Nina misses you,”

“Nina can come down here then,”

“Inej… I can’t do anything for you but apologise,”

“Keep you apologies,” she snarled, and when the door had closed behind him added: “Choke on them,”

Kaz could apologise all he wanted. She would not forgive him. What right did he have to expect anything different from her than this? Did any of them? Kaz had not had to watch his parents cry, as they carried home the body of a child that wasn’t theirs. Kaz had not had to feel the ironclad grip of the person he thought he’d trusted most in the world as they held him back and told him to swallow his sobs and keep quiet. Kaz had not given up and gone limp in their arms, a mess of tears and useless prayers, as he saw his parents slip from his grasp once again and knew that he would not have the chance to tell them truth.

Kaz had also not failed the others, and did not have to feel the truth of that choking him every time he saw them. Kaz had not spent almost three months barely daring to venture out of the half room, just so he would never have to lock eyes with Jesper Fahey. There was a scream inside Inej that had been slowly building itself since the day of the auction, and if she did not find a way to release it soon it may very well eat her alive.

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lumni-chan

1 year ago

Idk man smth about how Isabella and the mothers having children they knew would die only so they themselves could stay alive and then yuugo and lucas sacrificing themselves so they kids could stay alive is sending me into the sadness zone today

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lumni-chan

1 year ago

@netflix