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Day 5 @bsdrarepairfest Red string of fate

Wonderful odagide comic comm for @atypicalantinomy !!

Wrote for a rarepair for my morning writing exercise: about artist!Gide and writer!Oda chilling on the couch and just creating art with each other.

Every canvas he had ever owned had been washed with black, ash and charcoal, that miraculously — and Oda meant it when he lifted his gaze from his journal, just as ink began to crawl and began to seep into his clothes — would never smear or leave the four corners of its world.

It was as self-contained as a garden plot, where the trees and bramble and the shoots and roses would only grow inward and upward, never spilling past its threshold. Because beyond the red bricks and the square they were used to, none could really exist and maybe, the air wasn’t good enough. In that there was more nitrogen or hydrogen or sodium than they were used to and that the plants would steer clear because of their particular appetite.

Or perhaps, it wasn’t hunger; but rather, fear that kept them be. Fear of being pruned had set them straight and away from the hacksaw of a pair of scissors. That would’ve trimmed every arm, every foliage from a finger, every flower coming forth on this eve of midsummer. Were this the narrative of a dystopian garden plot, maybe Oda would’ve been onto something when he clicked the ballpoint of his pen. Stepping away from the metaphor and the story he was tangled in: perhaps, it wasn’t fear that deterred every drawing from spilling beyond its borders.

But rather, it was the planning and the precision of his control whenever Gide would etch out for a shape to take hold. He would hold his piece of charcoal, his paintbrush, his pencil in such a way that it lent itself to only bleed on an empty page. And Oda could only count with a finger and a thumb, the number of times he had actually seen his boyfriend rolling-up his sleeves before he worked. And for a writer, such as himself, there was a little tinge of green that had darkened his glimpse before Oda dropped and reread most of the story he had written.

He didn’t believe that either he or him held their tools that differently whenever they marked-up a journal page, but maybe the difference could be stemmed from their approaches. Much how Oda would splatter some words so that later he could refer back to something when he didn’t know where to go while Gide knew exactly what he wished and wanted, nothing could distract him while he etched his final product.

And if Oda stole a glance to see what he had made, Gide would roll his journal away from prying eyes and would thumb with his toes that Oda could wait for a later in longer. And in response, Oda would roll his own journal back, he would clutch at its ears as if it were a clipboard while scribbling a squiggle in lieu of writing words. And Gide would mime something similar into thin air, blowing it towards his love and Oda would dodge it by not looking.

Pairing:Fem!Oda/Gide with pining Dazai

Notes: Honestly I just got the sudden inspiration. This is Beast AU technically since Dazai is “a reality jumper” in this. 

Dazai blinked, watching from the back seat of the town car; the windows tinted from the outside world. Everyone walking the streets would just assume it was some politician inside, not the reality jumping boss of the Port Mafia. Though it was for the best that none of them knew. If they did, more people would die than he would like. So he would usually stay in his steel castle in the sky, the glass glinting for miles around. He would spend his days writing frantically in journal upon journal. One day he almost found Chuuya looking into one and that had caused a riff they were just being able to mend; that being they were able to say more than three words to each other once again. 

This day, it was a special one, and he came down from his tower in the sky to see the news; be there in person. Through than many realities, some had him as a woman and others not. This was only the second that Odasaku, walking down the street with Dazai watching her unbeknownst to anyone aside from him, was a woman. She was just as striking as the other times; though her hair was longer this go around. It brushed her behind, even with it in a high ponytail. Perhaps she just had not cut it. She was dressed in casual clothing and that was not unnormal. He had seen her like that the previous times; and even the realities where she was a man. 

There was something different this time around. 

Andre Gide walked beside her, his arm wrapped around her waist and hers around his. They were smiling bright, eyes locked together as she laughed at something he had said. The two of them were walking out of a café that he and Odasaku had frequented in a different reality. Perhaps it was something that crossed over, someone’s taste in food. Perhaps he would have to do an experiment the next time around. 

Either way, the two of them had just flown in from France. Both had been based out in the middle east beforehand. The dog tags resting over their shirts was an obvious indicator for it. Both had been in the hit squad only ability users were able to join. Since they were both excellent warriors without their abilities, with it only added to how much the government wanted them to fight the war on terror. It was simply a bonus that there were two of them with the same rather convenient ability. 

To see into the future on the battlefield was a gift from god if he existed. That’s why both had come home from the war decorated with countless numbers of medals. Could Dazai blame those that rewarded the two though? He really could not. What hurt the most, however, was the ring settled on both their fingers. Every reality Dazai jumped to, he always kept close tabs on Odasaku; see how he was doing, see at what point in life he was up to, hell even just to make sure he had enough food in the fridge. 

Yet when he had Gide on his knees in front of him in the playroom, arms bound behind his back in thickly knotted red ropes, he couldn’t find himself regretting putting Gide there. So used to devoted eyes turned up to him, Oda was met with fierce defiance and a grin that showed no discipline in the sub before his feet.

BSD rarepair week- day 1