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scriveyner · 2 months

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breathe it in

“Is something burning? It smells like something is burning.” Akutagawa squinted at his phone, the only source of light in their room for the moment since Atsushi had hissed and gestured at him to not turn on the lamp on the bedside table.

“Nothing’s burning.” Atsushi crouched by the bedroom door. He’d cracked it open when they woke from the cacophony of pots and pans falling out of the cupboard downstairs. “It’s fine.” Akutagawa huffed indignantly behind him but didn’t move from the bed. “They’re doing something nice for you.”

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When he glanced back over his shoulder, it was to see that Akutagawa had hung his head slightly, hair masking his expression from Atsushi. Atsushi smiled fondly and glanced back through the crack in the door. It didn’t matter how often it happened now, but Akutagawa was nearly always overwhelmed by gestures like this. It was a little adorable.

Shadows moved in the hallway. “Oh shit,” Atsushi huffed as quietly as he could, pulling the door as close to closed as he could manage without latching it. “Here they come, put your phone away!”

There was a quick shuffle of covers when Akutagawa slid his phone under the pillow while Atsushi bounded over him. The mattress bounced with his landing and settled, and Atsushi barely had time to burrow beneath the covers before the door creaked slowly open.

There was a long pause. Atsushi wondered for a moment if they’d been found out, but then there was the burst of small feet thumping on carpet and suddenly the entire bed bounced.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Acchan and Ryuu-chan went immediately to full volume. Atsushi was once again thankful for a detached house.

Akutagawa whuffed loudly and painfully, Rashomon exploded harmlessly in all directions. Atsushi rolled onto his back and pushed himself up on his elbows—Acchan had not spared his father his wrath, landing directly on his solar plexus. Ryuu-chan was at least more forgiving; standing on the mattress itself and not Akutagawa.

“Maybe don’t kill your dad,” Atsushi said, picking Acchan up and moving him off Akutagawa by the back of his shirt. “I would very much like for him to reach his next birthday.”

Akutagawa sat up slowly with a grimace, which relaxed once his lungs were able to circulate oxygen again. “We made breakfast,” Acchan said, now safely standing in the covers between Akutagawa and Atsushi.

“I made breakfast,” Ryuu-chan corrected, his own green-tinted Rashomon lifting the tray off the floor.

“I helped!”

“Acchan helped,” he conceded.

“Thank you,” Akutagawa said as he carefully took the tray from Ryuu-chan’s Rashomon. He balanced it on his lap, studying the spread. “Are these pancakes? I didn’t know you knew how to make pancakes.”

Ryuu-chan beamed. “Gin-neesan taught me! The last time we stayed overnight with them she taught me how to make a lot of things!”

“They’re very good,” Acchan added. “I helped taste test them.”

Atsushi snorted. “I bet you did.” He leaned over and tousled the top of Ryuu-chan’s head, leaving his short dark hair spiked in all directions. “They look fantastic. And hey, it’s you’re birthday too. Happy birthday!”

Ryuu-chan grinned from ear to ear.

“Why don’t Acchan and I go clean up while you birthday boys enjoy laying around in bed while you can.” Acchan flattened himself on the bed, but Atsushi scooped him up under one arm anyway, leaving Acchan to hang limp, defeated.

“But we already cleaned up,” he protested, limbs and head dangling. “Ryuu-chan made me dry the dishes. I didn’t even break anything this time!”

“Excellent. Let’s double-check your work.”

Ryuu-chan climbed over to Atsushi’s now empty side of the bed, and Akutagawa lifted his arm, allowing Ryuu-chan to snuggle up against him. “Thank you very much,” he said. “These pancakes are quite delicious. You must have gotten up very early to prepare them.”

As if on cue, Ryuu-chan yawned hugely into Akutagawa’s side. “I’m not tired,” he protested quickly, which led immediately into another yawn. Akutagawa let out a soft huff of amusement and kissed the top of Ryuu-chan’s head.

“Happy birthday, Ryuu-chan.”

“Happy birthday, dad!”

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Ryuu-chan waved at Atsushi with his Rashomon as Kunikida-san carried him past, tucked securely under one arm. He had both his arms wrapped around the enormous long-neck dinosaur plushie that Kyouka gave him, and he clearly wasn’t interested in letting it go anytime soon. “Everyone is spoiling him rotten today,” Atsushi said, sincerely amused. There had been a minor attempt to get at least some work done today, but the moment Kunikida stopped caring literally everything productive halted immediately.

“It’s his birthday,” Akutagawa said. He leaned against Atsushi’s desk; arms folded as he supervised. Acchan trailed Kunikida and Ryuu-chan, his party hat slid mostly off his head and covered nearly head to toe with frosting.

“Well, it’s your birthday too,” Atsushi reminded him, chin in his hand as he watched the chaos. Akutagawa gave him a sour look and Atsushi stuck his tongue out, which made Akutagawa roll his eyes before huffing in amusement.

“And no one will let me forget it,” he said.

Tanizaki had bounded up to them when they first walked through the door earlier, holding party hats in both hands. Akutagawa had set his icy glare upon him, and he immediately turned tail. There were limits to what Akutagawa would put up with. Although, Atsushi suspected, that if Ryuu-chan asked him he would begrudgingly participate.

Fortunately, Ryuu-chan was quite distracted by so many presents. Kunikida-san set him down at Ranpo’s desk, where the easel he had received earlier was set up with paper and paints.

“Paint me,” Ranpo demanded, feet up on his desk. Ryuu-chan climbed up on the desk and began to arrange him, before situating his newest stuffed dinosaur in Ranpo’s lamp.

Yosano exited the conference room, now carrying Acchan by his scruff. “I’m going to go hose off your son,” she called, as Acchan was leaving bits of frosting in his wake. “He got into the distraction cake again.”

Atsushi hung his head and sighed, before standing. “I’ll help.”

“You’ll do no such thing; I am perfectly capable of hosing down a child.” Yosano waved him off. “Besides, is Dazai ever going to show up? I don’t want to miss that.”

“He’s taking us to dinner tonight, I believe,” Akutagawa said without bothering to pull out his phone.

“Which means that it’s actually Chuuya-san taking us to dinner tonight, and Dazai-san turning into a living mooch as usual.” Yosano rolled her eyes in amusement at that pronouncement but then disappeared through the door into the lavatory, Acchan suspiciously docile in her grip.

Atsushi slid his arm over Akutagawa’s waist, and Akutagawa leaned into Atsushi’s chest. Ranpo put his glasses on the dinosaur to Ryuu-chan’s eternal amusement, paint already smudged up on his nose. The office all around them was full of lively chatter.

Atsushi sighed, content. “Happy birthday, Ryuunosuke,” he murmured into Akutagawa’s ear, and Akutagawa tilted his head and smiled against the kiss.

#sskk² #bungou stray dogs #sskk #aktgw bday

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scriveyner · 4 months

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Hi! I love your work so much!! "Chase forever down" was the first fic that made me cry HAHAHA and made me so excited to write fics because it has EVERYTHING and I can't believe it exists T_T. Idk if this question makes sense, but do you outline the plot of your fics beforehand? Do you have any tips to balance the plotty-plot with the development of the characters/relationship? Thanks <3

Aw, thank you! I am still blown away by the reception to chase forever down so it always makes me happy to hear how much it's loved, and I'm glad it's inspired you to write as well! I love how fandom is cyclical and everyone takes inspiration from everyone else, it's such a great community.

"Do you outline your fics beforehand?"

Short answer is no, long answer is....it's complicated.

With the Kinktober fics (including smarch under this umbrella as it's the same thing just without specific prompts), I pick a vibe/an idea/a general plot device, I pick specific plot beats I need to hit and then we just see what happens between them. I am very much a pantser when it comes to writing, which is a great way to give yourself an ulcer and/or give your beta/sounding board migraines as you lay across your keyboard and moan that you have no idea how you got yourself into this mess again.

The way I balance plot and character/relationship development is ... honestly, I don't think about it. I am a terrible person to ask these types of questions to because I don't look too hard at it or think about the process, I just kind of treat it like a feral kitten. If I don't look directly at it maybe it'll cooperate and I'll get to pet the little beast.

In the end, I let the story set its own pace and the characters and their relationship kind of fall into place for me. It's something that developed, at least for me, after writing for a long time. So write a lot, read a lot, and write a lot badly...the more that you write the more things will click and start to work for you.

Speaking of feral kittens, I really need to start on the next #smarch... well,

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scriveyner · 4 months

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Hello! I've been so amazed with your writing 😭 your kid fic gives me so much life ❤️❤️ congratulations on your 2023 fic wrapped achievements too! As a follow writer, that made me curious, how do you managed to write so fast? And do you have any writing tips to share in general especially in writing dialogues and description? Thank you so much in advance for answering! ❤️

Thank you so much!!

I don't think I write that quickly anymore, I used to churn out a ton of fic a day and now I go long stretches without. But good practice is my favorite site ever, typetrigger.com ; it's what generates a lot of what I tag as microfics. It gives you a prompt that you have to fill in 300 words or less, and the prompts cycle out every four hours so if you want to write something you gotta do it then.

I've been using that site for 10 years, and if you look at my profile I've done over 500 of the typetriggers! I think it helps with getting over the "must be perfect" mindset which traps a lot of people and also feels like the writing equivalent of a sketch. Here's a scene, here's a though, here's a bit of passing dialogue...and maybe you can build something more after.

Writing tips in general - the old favorite that no one loves to hear is just to write a lot and read a lot. All writing helps, even if it's not progressing the word count on a project. Write a poem. Write a journal entry. Narrate to yourself as you're doing chores. Annoy your friends by talking in rhyming couplets. Etc.

I love to write dialogue and there is SO much unpublished, unrefined fic I've dropped in chats and saved in notepad files that amounts to this format:

I can find files like this for every fandom I wrote for, all the way back to Fullmetal Alchemist. It's just how my creative process works, lol.

Thanks again for the lovely compliments, I hope maybe a little of this helps you? If not at least you get to laugh at a little glimmer of something that never made it into a fic.

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scriveyner · 4 months

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It's my 11 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

#11 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone #not fic #drags hands down face #i renamed my writing blog when I started posting things other than just fma fic #god damn #11 years ago

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scriveyner · 4 months

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2023 Wrapped!

A total of 8 fics this year! And I just barely hit my resolution of 150k posted. These stats are insane, by the way, utterly insane. I never expected anything to hit like smarch/kinktober did this year. Fucking wild.

After the jump is a list of the fics this year and a few thoughts on each. A big thanks to everyone for reading this year, and here's to a fic-filled 2024!

stop time, your hand in mine (文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs) (7,257 words)

First fic of the year, and the one that really and truly jumpstarted sskk² stories. I'd dabbled a little prior to this, but really the only thing that existed was the origin fic from 2022, when Acchan and Ryuu-chan were infants.

chase forever down (文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs) (70,985 words)

Holy moly, y'all love vampire fics. The amount of tags this fic got when Things Went Down in S5 still makes me laugh. This is my favorite fic of this year tho, because I had so much fun writing it.

southern air (文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs) (12,557 words)

Pure fluff exuding from every pore. Fun family shenanigans. I love writing sskk² it's just so healing.

crossing paths (文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs) (8,728 words)

SSKK will always be my BSD otp, but I love me some chuuatsu. Doubt it's the last time I'll write some, but I know its reach is limited.

the places we'll go (文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs) (5,022 words)

My sskkbb23 entry, of course more sskk². I really like taking SSKK and showing them possible futures, have you all noticed this, lol.

three minutes more (文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs) (49,900 words)

I honestly and truly did not expect this fic to juggernaut. I have a chat from before kinktober started being all, "well I don't think it will be as popular as chase forever down..." and y'all came in like a wrecking ball and showed me how wrong I was. I am so glad this hit and hit strong for people.

all the love in my heart (文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs) (4,428 words)

Technically this counts as more than one fic but I don't like to list typetriggers separately. Just a bunch of little bites of sskk² goodness, from kid sillies to adults getting their alone time.

so be good for goodness sake (文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs) (1,247 words)

If you can't tell I very much love writing kid logic, and Acchan and Ryuu-chan are just full of it. The best part about writing sskk² fic to me is watching how the characters have changed and settled into new roles in their lives. (And also trying to figure out what new chaos Acchan can kick up, that kid is indestructible and has no sense of self-preservation. Nor what is actually food.)

#retrospective #ao3 wrapped

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scriveyner · 4 months

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so be good for goodness sake

Atsushi watched out of the corner of his eye as Ryuu-chan industriously dragged the kitchen chair over to where he was standing at the counter and climbed somberly up beside him. He continued to chop vegetables for a moment, before turning his head slightly toward Ryuu-chan, eyebrow lifted. “Yes?”

“I would like a pet,” Ryuu-chan said. “For Christmas.”

Atsushi didn’t stop his prep work. “You already have a pet, Ryuu-chan.”

Ryuu-chan folded his arms and frowned. “Acchan is too much work.”

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Atsushi heard Akutagawa suck in a breath and start coughing in a vain attempt to smother a laugh. He glared over the sink into the main room, but Akutagawa kept his head down and hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking.

“I wasn’t talking about Acchan,” Atsushi said, and Ryuu-chan scrunched up his nose. “That’s not a nice thing to say about your brother. Besides,” he added, scraping the chopped vegetables into a bowl. “You both have a cat.”

“Oh.” Ryuu-chan held onto the top of the chair and considered this for a moment. “Can I at least trade Acchan for a velociraptor? Dazai-oji said Santa allows trade-ins.”

Akutagawa’s coughing grew more violent.

Atsushi inhaled. “How do you think Acchan would feel if he knew you wanted to trade him in for another pet?”

“I’ll ask him.”

“Don’t—” Atsushi watched Ryuu-chan hop off the chair and bolt around the corner. He sighed and then pointed his knife at Akutagawa’s head from across the room. “Stop laughing.”

Acchan tore around the corner so hard he bounced off a cabinet, rattling the pans inside. “Is it true Ryuu-chan can trade me to SANTA? I want to fight a reindeer!!!”

Ryuu-chan followed him excitedly into the kitchen. “See, he doesn’t mind!”

Atsushi pushed one hand through his hair and sighed. “Why do you want to fight a reindeer, Acchan?”

“Dazai-oji said if I defeat a reindeer, I get its ability to fly! I want to fly like Chuuya-oji!”

Ryuu-chan gestured at Acchan with both hands. “See? ‘niisan wants to fly and I want a velociraptor. Everyone wins.”

“Yes,” Akutagawa said dryly from the main room, still seated but somehow having regained his composure. “Everybody wins.”

Both of the kids swiveled back to Atsushi, eyes wide and bright.

“First,” Atsushi said, “I’m going to call Santa and report that Dazai-oji has been telling lies again—”

Acchan grabbed him by the apron. “You can call Santa!?”

Ryuu-chan grabbed his other side. “I want to talk to Santa!”

“Tell him I’ll fight Donder, Chuuya-oji said he sounded weak!”

“DAD PRIVILEGE,” Atsushi roared, and they both stopped talking over each other, startled at the volume. “Then I’m going to tell him someone wants to trade in his brother and someone else wants to fight his reindeer.”

Acchan and Ryuu-chan froze, each still hanging off opposite sides of Atsushi’s apron.

“I don’t think Santa will consider either of those things very nice.”

Ryuu-chan and Acchan looked at each other and then released the apron. “Uh,” Acchan said, and Ryuu-chan caught his brother’s sleeve.

“I don’t want to trade Acchan in,” he said. “I’ve changed my mind.”

“Good.” Atsushi looked at Acchan.

“I still want to fight a reindeer,” Acchan said.

“Try again.”

“Uh…it doesn’t have to be Santa’s reindeer?”

Ryuu-chan leaned into him and whispered, “Only Santa’s reindeer can fly.”

“Oh.” Acchan frowned. “I guess…I don’t want to fight Santa’s reindeer.”

“Good enough.” Atsushi started to shoo them out of the kitchen and almost tripped over the chair Ryuu-chan drug in. “Please take the chair with you when you go.”

“I still want a velociraptor for Christmas,” Ryuu-chan added, his Rashomon lifting the chair slightly before him as he returned it to the table.

“Yeah, we’ll see,” Atsushi said, watching the kids disappear back toward their rooms. Hands on his hips, he looked back over at Akutagawa, who now had acquired a newspaper and was hiding behind it. “Thanks for the help.”

“I thought you handled that well.”

“I’m going to kill Dazai-san.”

“I would prefer to have dinner before you go on a homicidal rampage.”

Atsushi sighed and returned to the kitchen. “Maybe after dinner.”

Atsushi stood beside the bunk bed as the kids readied for sleep. “I still can’t believe you’d give away your big brother forever, Ryuu-chan,” he said, shaking his head.

Ryuu-chan leaned over the edge of his bed, the battered old hedgehog plush that Akutagawa’s sister had given him tucked tight under one arm. “But it wouldn’t have been forever.”

Akutagawa was putting away the clean laundry, one ear clearly on the conversation. “Explain.”

“Well,” Ryuu-chan said, “Acchan would go with Santa and defeat a reindeer and learn how to fly, then he’d come home on his own and I’d get both a velociraptor and my brother. I wouldn’t have to choose.”

“Yeah!” Acchan said. “And I’d eat it, too!”

“You’re not allowed to eat Red!”

“What? No, I meant the reindeer.”

“Oh. You can eat all the reindeer; I don’t care about the reindeer.”

Acchan made a noise of triumph from the bottom bed. Atsushi leaned his elbow against the bunk and sighed. “Ryuu-chan, if he ate the reindeer, how would Santa get his presents to you?”

Ryuu-chan blinked owlishly. “Magic.”

“Flawless logic,” Akutagawa said. “I agree with our son, let’s trade Acchan to Santa, maybe he’ll learn some manners while he’s gone.”

“YES!” Acchan yelled, punching the air.

Atsushi glared at Akutagawa, who simply smirked at him. “Well I talked to Santa while you both were in the bath,” he said, still glaring at Akutagawa. “And the North Pole isn’t taking any returns this year, not just on brothers. So you’re out of luck.”

“Always next year,” Akutagawa said, laundry basket on his hip as he exited the room.

“Maybe I should inquire about trading in husbands,” Atsushi yelled after, and the boys giggled. “No more talk of trade-ins, I mean it. If Dazai-oji tells you anything else weird, tell me right away. Santa wants to know.”

Ryuu-chan frowned. “Dazai-oji said every Christmas tree is actually an alien who is waiting for us to fall asleep in front of it so it can eat us.”

“Oh my god,” Atsushi said with a large sigh.

Acchan pulled his covers up to his chin. “And Dazai-oji said that when you and Dad lock your door it means you’re smacking your swords together.”

Atsushi stared blankly at Acchan for a moment. Then he patted Acchan’s shoulder and said, “Good night, Acchan. Good night, Ryuu-chan.”

Their door had barely closed behind them when both kids heard Atsushi yell, “RYUUNOSUKE, I’M GOING TO KILL HIM.”

Ryuu-chan leaned over the top of his bunk. “Stupid,” he hissed at Acchan. “Dad doesn’t even own any swords; we couldn’t find them! That means Dazai-oji was lying about that!”

“Well, he asked,” Acchan said defensively. “What was I supposed to do, lie? Santa is listening.”

“You lied earlier when you said you didn’t want to fight a reindeer.”

“And you still want to trade me to Santa, so we’re even.”

They stared at each other for a moment, frowning. Their détente was broken by some muffled noises from downstairs, and the distinct, uncanny sound of their father laughing. “Ooh, it’s creepy when dad laughs like that,” Ryuu-chan said, now distracted.

Acchan snuggled under his covers. “Christmas trees don’t eat people.”

“Some trees do,” Ryuu-chan said with surety.

“But not Christmas trees.”

“Not Christmas trees,” Ryuu-chan agreed. “Goodnight ‘niisan.”

“I’d kick Donder’s butt.”

“Goodnight, ‘niisan.”

“Night.”

#sskk² #sskk #shin soukoku #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd fanfic #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #acchan #ryuu-chan

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scriveyner · 5 months

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saturday morning cartoons

Akutagawa had been awake for a little while before he identified the soft noise as the television downstairs, something that should not be on and unmuted at this hour. He wondered for a moment how long this had been going on, but Atsushi had his arms wrapped tight around Akutagawa’s midsection and if he got up to loom imposingly over children who were still supposed to be in bed it would rouse Atsushi as well.

He didn’t want to do that, just yet.

Atsushi’s breath was warm and steady against the back of his neck, and Akutagawa identified immediately when he started to wake as well. “Mm, wh’ is it?” Atsushi rumbled sleepily, nestling his face against the back of Akutagawa’s neck. “Wh’ are you ‘wake?”

Akutagawa rubbed his hand over Atsushi’s wrist, where his hand was slid slightly under Akutagawa’s sleep shirt. “Go back to sleep, weretiger,” he said, softly, and Atsushi snorted into his skin, sliding his face so he hooked his chin over Akutagawa’s shoulder instead.

“Something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Akutagawa said softly. “The children are awake, that’s all.”

Atsushi yawned. “I thought all kids liked to sleep in. What’s wrong with ours?”

“Nothing as far as I can tell.” Akutagawa exhaled, smiling into the darkness. “A remarkable achievement, considering their origins.”

“Mm, you’re a good dad.” Atsushi was drifting again, head on Akutagawa’s shoulder. “That’s why they’re good kids.”

Softly, Akutagawa said, “I hardly think it’s my influence at work.” Atsushi’s hand on his stomach patted gently, and then slid, nudging at the elastic waistband on his pants. “Weretiger!”

“They’re distracted,” Atsushi murmured, kissing his shoulder. “You can be quiet, can’t you?”

Instead of answering, a Rashomon tendril leaped from his shirt across the room, latching the door and throwing the lock.

“That’s what I thought.”

#sskk² #sskk #shin soukoku #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd fanfic #r15 #pokes head into the tag #lobs bite of fic #slams laptop shut and goes to bed

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scriveyner · 6 months

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Akutagawa’s phone screen cracked when it hit the concrete, and Atsushi threw himself into Akutagawa’s arms with such force that he staggered back and lost his balance, landing hard on his ass. He barely noticed the pain, Atsushi’s mouth on his, laughing and crying all at once. They didn’t even have to speak, at least not until Atsushi, now straddling his lap, took Akutagawa’s face in both hands.

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“Yes,” he said, giddily, face tear-streaked and eyes bright.

“Yes?” Akutagawa asked, distracting himself by kissing Atsushi again and again, dizzy with it.

Atsushi pulled back again, laughing. “Yes,” he repeated. “Yes, yes, you told me to wait until Monday to answer you and it’s Monday now and the answer is yes.”

How they would make it work was a problem for future Akutagawa, in this moment he just pulled Atsushi down atop him, wrapped his arms around him, and just breathed; Atsushi’s face warm against his neck. He stared at the sky, and the few small, bright pinpricks of light they could still see despite the glow of the city around them and made certain to memorize everything about this moment.

He really didn’t know how they got back to his apartment, kissing in the doorway, in the genkan, tripping over the step and nearly spilling onto the floor. It was all a blur, Atsushi walking him to the bedroom and barely lifting his mouth from Akutagawa’s the entire way, they couldn’t get enough of each other.

They almost didn’t make it into the room, Atsushi pinning him to the wall just outside it, popping the buttons on his shirt trying to get it open, kissing down his collarbone. Akutagawa twisted his head, pulled at Atsushi’s shirt, and Atsushi picked him up. Akutagawa made the most undignified noise he probably ever produced, Atsushi hiking Akutagawa against him, and carried him the final few steps into the bedroom, dropping him on the bed and immediately working on sliding his trousers off his hips.

This was a song and dance they knew intimately well, now; Akutagawa’s legs spread wide by Atsushi’s body, hips lifted by his hands—but he rolled them, straddling Atsushi, leaning back as he sat himself slowly, humming in satisfaction as he worked all of Atsushi’s cock inside. Atsushi watched him, golden-violet eyes bright, still red-rimmed, fur starting to ripple along his forearms, unable to contain himself.

“Oh,” Akutagawa breathed, tilting his head back, exposing his throat as he rocked on Atsushi’s cock. “You want to fuck me so good, don’t you, weretiger…?”

Atsushi’s nails-turned-claws were raising red welts along the pale skin of his thighs. Akutagawa ignored the tiny trickles of pain, back arched, watching Atsushi through half-lidded eyes. He had barely transformed, which wouldn’t do—he leaned forward, bracing one hand on Atsushi’s chest, curling his fingers against his skin. “You have my permission,” he groaned, and Atsushi’s eyes flashed gold.

And oh, oh he loved this feeling, being filled fuller than he thought he could take, Atsushi’s body bringing him more pleasure than he ever imagined. Akutagawa moaned, pressing his palm against his pelvis, the weretiger’s cock so hot inside him. Akutagawa rocked slowly, palm still in place.

“Can you feel my cock?” Atsushi asked, voice gravel-rough, mouth full of too many sharp teeth, and Akutagawa laughed, spreading his fingers against his skin.

“I can feel all of it,” Akutagawa said. “All of you.”

Atsushi moaned, settling his enormous, grey furry hands on Akutagawa’s hips, his fingers almost touching over the small of his back. “I want,” Atsushi breathed, then shook his head once. “I need, please, Akutagawa…”

How Atsushi reversed their positions without pulling entirely out Akutagawa couldn’t begin to hazard a guess, lost in the sensations, but before he knew it he was on his back, his pillow under his hips, and Atsushi bending him nearly double, grinding his dick slowly, rubbing his insides in just the right way to drive him mad. Akutagawa reached back over his head, gripping the mattress, mouth open wide as he panted.

“You’re mine,” Atsushi moaned, fucking slow and steady. “Mine, mine, Akutagawa, all mine.”

“Yours, weretiger,” Akutagawa gasped, shoulders pressed to the mattress and hips lifted higher as Atsushi shifted himself further. It was all pleasure now, nothing but, and he couldn’t focus himself on anything but Atsushi, orienting him, holding him in place, a fixed point for his internal compass to point toward. “Atsushi, Atsushi, I—”

Atsushi’s mouth on his their bodies crushed together, and he surrendered, finally, following the waves of sensation until they pulled him under.

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His phone was still broken when he woke, the dawn misty and grey. The sunlight wasn’t warm and direct, but that was okay because it was different. A different morning. A different day. Atsushi’s phone was vibrating from somewhere, he could hear the faint bzz bzz bzz, but Atsushi didn’t stir, curled in toward Akutagawa in the bed, face slack in sleep, drooling into the sheets.

Akutagawa lay on his side, face pressed to his arm, and watched Atsushi sleep. He reached out and gently brushed some of the hair that lay across his cheek, and Atsushi’s mouth twitched into a smile. Instead of feeling annoyed, Akutagawa made a soft noise of amusement. “So you are awake, weretiger.”

“I had the most wonderful dream,” Atsushi mumbled.

“Your boss is calling,” Akutagawa said, allowing Rashomon to sort through the thrown clothes, locating Atsushi’s phone. “Perhaps you want to let him know I did not murder you.”

Atsushi wheeled all the way upright, eyes snapping open and most definitely awake. “Oh, shit,” he wailed. “Kunikida-san remembers he saw you, oh no, oh no, oh no—”

His weretiger yanked his phone out of Rashomon’s tendrils, staring at the screen and answering the call. Akutagawa laid his head back down on his arms and half-listened to Atsushi’s panicked conversation, watching the daylight play off the curve of Atsushi’s spine. There were still deep scratches along his ribs and all over his shoulder blades, and it amused Akutagawa that despite the weretiger’s ability to heal him, those remained.

“If you are no longer gainfully employed,” Akutagawa said, “I am certain that we can find you a position—”

“Shut up,” Atsushi said, grabbing the rather crunchy pillow and attempting to smush it into Akutagawa’s face. “Why did you have to tell Kunikida-san we’re boyfriends?”

Rashomon sliced his pillow in twain, sending fluff into the air between them. Atsushi, left holding half the pillow, tossed it. “Why’d you do that, you’re going to have to replace it, now.”

Head still on his arms, dusted in a layer of fluff and feathers, Akutagawa said deadpan, “betrothed.” Color flooded Atsushi’s cheeks, and Akutagawa pushed himself back up onto his knees, hand out. Rashomon dropped the box into his hand, and he opened it again, presenting Atsushi with the ring.

“You picked this out?” Atsushi asked quietly, and Akutagawa nodded. The ametrine glimmered in the daylight.

“It looks like your eyes,” Akutagawa said, and Atsushi’s blush deepened in its intensity. “But I don’t want you to wear it, I don’t know what will happen if you transform wearing it.” He slid his hand over Atsushi’s cheek, gripped the back of his neck, and Atsushi raised his damp eyes to meet Akutagawa’s. “The only one allowed to hurt you is me,” Akutagawa murmured, their foreheads nearly touching. Atsushi kissed him.

“I’d really rather you not hurt me,” Atsushi said when they parted.

“Well, don’t be an idiot and we’ll see.”

“I love you,” Atsushi said, helplessly, and squeezed Akutagawa’s hand. “And I will divorce your ass so fast if you keep fucking stabbing me with Rashomon.”

“Perhaps we should actually marry before you start threatening divorce.”

“Have to keep you in line somehow.” Atsushi held up the ring to the light, and it glimmered; he looked at Akutagawa and smiled.

Akutagawa was helpless against that smile, so he closed his eyes, covered his mouth with his hand, and turned his head to cough.

-----

Akutagawa skipped out on the debrief today too, sitting on the roof of a building not far from headquarters, watching the clouds slowly cover the sky. It was getting cooler now, and the different weather felt more like a novelty than not, so he was enjoying the difference. His new phone vibrated, and he glanced at the message.

Dazai-san still hasn’t figured out what happened to his chair, and Kunikida-san thinks Dazai-san is fucking with him.

Akutagawa smirked at his phone and then typed a response. Dinner tonight?

Yes, please! Can we get sukiyaki?

Akutagawa thumbs-upped the response, hesitated before sliding his phone back into his coat, and responded again.

I love you.

I love you too, jerk. See you tonight!

Akutagawa stood, exhaled, and tucked his hands into his pockets, before he stepped off the edge of the roof, and headed back to work.

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It felt antithetical to everything that Akutagawa knew himself to be to have this feeling simmering in his chest, to look at the weretiger and not despise him. Atsushi felt Akutagawa’s eyes on him and looked over, eyebrow raised, and blushed quite handsomely when Akutagawa smiled at him. It wasn’t lust, it was a much more powerful four-letter word, a word Akutagawa had long since stricken from his vocabulary.

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And yet here he was now, hand in hand with his weretiger; he’d watched Atsushi look at the couples on the dance floor as they ate and struck upon that, offered the weretiger his arm, ignored Atsushi’s “oh, I don’t know how to dance—” and pulled him along after.

This wasn’t who he was, but now he existed only to see the delight in Atsushi’s eyes at discovering a new thing, the soft, fond smile on his face when he thought Akutagawa wasn’t looking at him, the way he exhaled right after they parted from a kiss, eyes still closed and blush rising on his cheeks.

“This was fun,” Atsushi said, slightly breathless, standing against the bar while Akutagawa ordered them drinks. He didn’t hesitate now, the same age he had been weeks ago, months ago, but he took whatever Akutagawa ordered and didn’t blanch when he took a sip. “I’ve never been dancing.”

“Neither have I.” Akutagawa leaned back against the bar, and watched the people on the dance floor but mostly watched Atsushi watch him.

“Really? How do you know how to dance?”

He looked into his glass and didn’t answer. Atsushi didn’t seem to notice, distracted by something else, which was more than fine by him; he didn’t feel like explaining to Atsushi every day that he was out of the loop now.

They adjourned to the room late, almost too late for any kind of additional fun. Atsushi didn’t let that stop him, pinning Akutagawa to the wall and kissing down his chest, hand wrapped tight around his cock, pleasuring him maddeningly slow despite the ticking clock.

“Don’t stop,” Akutagawa said, when Atsushi looked up at him, hair a tousled, sweaty mess, and Akutagawa tangled his fingers in it. “Atsushi.”

“Ooh,” Atsushi breathed against his cock. “Say my name again.”

“Atsushi.”

Atsushi was still licking him clean from his orgasm when the reset hit, and Akutagawa rolled over on his side in the bed, arms wrapped around himself and panting. He pulled his phone off the charger, texted I love you to Atsushi’s number, and closed his eyes.

He’d propose again today, he decided. Maybe he’d actually get an answer this time.

-----

Akutagawa had never actually been to the detective agency’s headquarters. He knew where it was, of course, and had been outside the building many a time, but he’d never had reason to enter the building itself. They weren’t in on Sunday but Atsushi had mentioned spending some time in the office, so he’d brought lunch.

He knew Kyouka would be there, of course, but was surprised when the office door opened before he could lay a hand on it, and the blond Kunikida stood there, equally surprised to see him on the other side of the frame.

“Akutagawa Ryuunosuke—!?” Kunikida said, already moving himself into a defensive position.

Atsushi very clearly heard him from somewhere within, and yelped, “Kunikida-san!”

Akutagawa took a step back, Rashomon further rippling from the shoulders of his civilian coat, the single head in charge of the lunch bag not even flinching. Atsushi’s feet thudded as he charged across the room and very neatly body-checked Kunikida out of the door, apologizing the whole time. “I’m sorry, Kunikida-san no, don’t, I can explain in a minute what are you DOING HERE!?”

The Rashomon head lifted the bag, and Akutagawa pointed at it. “I am simply bringing my boyfriend lunch.”

In unison, Atsushi and Kunikida said, “What?”

“Boyfriend?” Kyouka said from somewhere behind them both.

Akutagawa tilted his head but didn’t move, hands back in the pockets of his coat as Atsushi looked at him, looked at Kunikida, and back again, sweating all the more profusely. “Tell them, weretiger.”

“Oh my god, Akutagawa, why are you doing this to me right now!?”

“It won’t matter tomorrow,” Akutagawa said. “Would you prefer I kissed you here, would that be more dramatic?” He nodded at the bag. “Your lunch is getting cold, though.”

“What is going on?” Kunikida said. “Atsushi, are you consorting with the Port Mafia?”

“I think it would be more properly termed as fraternizing,” Akutagawa added.

“Stop helping,” Atsushi said. “We’re not, I mean I’m not, I mean…” he rubbed his forehead. “We’re not fraternizing.”

“We’re dating.” It was getting harder and harder to maintain the deadpan expression because Akutagawa’s coworker was getting worked up in a manner that he had to imagine Dazai-san exploited often. “Aren’t we, weretiger.”

Atsushi glared at him. “You are making me reconsider it.”

“You are dating?” Kunikida said.

“I win the pot,” Kyouka called.

Atsushi half-turned. “The what?”

“Did you want this lunch or not?” Akutagawa asked.

“Yes, you enormous dick. Kyouka-chan, what pot?”

Kunikida pushed up his glasses. “I’m going to pretend none of this happened,” he said grimly. “Atsushi, don’t…uh. Don’t do anything Dazai would do.”

“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” Kyouka asked.

Kunikida groaned and edged out the door, giving Akutagawa a very wide berth. “Kyouka-chan, you’re too young to be engaging in illegal gambling…you know what, I’m going to pretend that isn’t happening either.”

Atsushi and Akutagawa both watched Kunikida stalk down the hallway toward the elevators. “I think the only reason we got out of that is because he has somewhere to be,” Atsushi said, and then pointed at Akutagawa. “What the fuck, Ryuunosuke?”

Kyouka had come to hover behind Atsushi. “You really are dating?”

“Pot, Kyouka-chan?”

“Dazai started it.”

Atsushi sighed. “Of course he did.”

-----

Akutagawa sat in the empty chair next to Atsushi’s desk, which he sensed was Dazai-san’s based on the state of the desk, but ignored the desk itself, eating cold fries while Atsushi finished sorting paperwork into binders. Kyouka-chan sat opposite him and watched Akutagawa with curiosity.

“I still don’t understand why you’re here,” Atsushi grumbled. “We weren’t supposed to meet up until the afternoon.”

“Wait,” Kyouka said. “Akutagawa’s your afternoon appointment?”

“Date,” Akutagawa clarified.

Atsushi hung his head and groaned, ears burning bright red. “I am so getting you back tomorrow.”

“As if anyone in the mafia would care about our dalliances.”

“Why are you doing this to me.”

“Because you are quite cute when you’re flustered and angry.” Akutagawa popped another cold fry into his mouth, and Kyouka put her chin in her hands, clearly invested.

“How did you accomplish this?” she asked Atsushi, gesturing with her head toward Akutagawa. “I’ve never seen him like this before. It’s not right.”

“He’s not right in the head,” Atsushi said.

“You fell in love with me when I was actively trying to murder you daily, tell me again who’s not right in the head here.”

“Kyouka-chan,” Atsushi said, pushing a stack of binders toward her. “Can you please take these back to the dormitory for me to look at tonight?”

“It sounds like you won’t be home tonight.”

“Kyouka-chan, please.”

She sighed and stood, picking up the armful of binders. “You owe me crepes,” she said to Atsushi and then looked at Akutagawa. She gave him a long, measured look, and then turned away, carrying the binders in both arms. Atsushi opened the door for her.

“Do you need me to get the elevator?”

“I’ve got it.”

“Okay.” Atsushi watched her walk down the hall and out of earshot, and then finally closed the office door and stood for a moment, with his hand on it. Then he turned, storming back to where Akutagawa was sitting. “What the absolute fuck is wrong with you today?”

Akutagawa folded his hands. “I wanted to see you.”

Atsushi grabbed the office chair he was sitting in and turned him sharply. Before Rashomon could react, Atsushi straddled him, tilting the chair back. “I want to see you too, but the office is fucking off-limits.”

“Mm, well. Now I know.” He smirked against Atsushi’s mouth, and Atsushi smacked his chest.

“Asshole. You are so lucky no one’s going to remember this tomorrow, I can’t believe Kunikida-san didn’t cause a major scene.”

“It could have been worse,” Akutagawa said.

“How?”

“Well, I could have done this with everyone here.” He shifted his weight without dislodging Atsushi, pulling a small box from his coat pocket and opening it; showing Atsushi the ring.

Atsushi stared at the small box and the ring glittering inside it. “What’s that for?”

“For you.”

Atsushi continued to stare.

“Because I wish for you to marry me.”

Atsushi slowly lifted his eyes to Akutagawa’s face.

“What?”

“Don’t answer today,” Akutagawa said. “Tell me on Monday, when we’re both free.”

“I…what. What.”

He’d managed to stop all the processes in Atsushi’s brain today, this was fantastic. He’d have to figure out another way to do this tomorrow. Akutagawa rested his hand on Atsushi’s waist. “Marry me, weretiger.”

“I really don’t know what’s gotten into you today,” Atsushi said finally, arms over his shoulders and kissing him. “Did you get hit by an ability that makes you a real person?”

“If that’s what you wish to call it.” He rubbed his thumb into Atsushi’s waist. “But I prefer to just refer to it as being in love with you.”

Atsushi sighed and kissed him again. “You’re so…” he started, but the chair leaned back a little further, gave a horrific creak, and gave out, dumping them both on the floor, Atsushi landing atop Akutagawa.

In the silence after the catastrophe, Atsushi began to laugh. After another moment, Akutagawa did as well.

-----

They cleaned up the broken chair together, and Atsushi worked on the rest of his paperwork…and, what Akutagawa suspected, was Dazai-san’s. “We don’t have to spend all day here,” Atsushi said. “I just wanted to get a few quick things done before we went out tonight.”

“We don’t have to go out tonight,” Akutagawa said. “I just want to be with you.”

The look that Atsushi gave him almost made him regret not having made the hotel reservations for tonight, but it turned out that the bathroom was just big enough for Atsushi to hike him up against the wall. He squeezed his knees into Atsushi’s sides as Atsushi fucked him, holding him up so easily; like he weighed nothing at all.

“Naughty,” Akutagawa managed, breath hitching as Atsushi kept his rhythm. “Fucking around at work—”

He wasn’t going to complain, though, and Atsushi knew it, nipping at the side of his neck as his thrusts ground deep. Akutagawa clawed at his back, knowing the shirt kept the damage from being too severe, and really hoped for a moment that his release would stain, just for the proof of what they’d done.

It was dusk when Atsushi locked the door behind them. “Shall we get dinner, then?” Akutagawa asked.

“We shall,” Atsushi said with matching gravitas, and then laughed freely. It was a beautiful sound.

-----

The park was deserted at this time of the night, which was fine; it was close enough to reset that Akutagawa didn’t feel the need to be in transit. They’d been here many times before, almost always in daylight, but the night emboldened him to take Atsushi’s hand as they walked along the rail, the wind whipping in off the water.

Atsushi squeezed his hand. “Thank you,” he said, breaking their comfortable silence. “Despite the fact you probably took five years off Kunikida-san’s life by showing up like that, today was nice.”

Akutagawa stopped walking, and Atsushi trailed to a stop, having led him. He turned, still holding Akutagawa’s hand. “Akutagawa?”

“Is this what happiness is, weretiger?”

Atsushi paused. He took Akutagawa’s other hand and held them both under the low light. “It’s what my happiness is,” he said, finally, squeezing both Akutagawa’s hands and smiling softly. “I hope it’s the same for you.”

“I’ve never been happy.” Akutagawa wet his lips, his mouth was dry, he’d never talked so much as he had with Atsushi by his side. “My life isn’t happy. I’m not meant to be happy. And yet…you, weretiger. I believe you are my joy.”

Atsushi leaned in close and kissed him. Akutagawa closed his eyes, slid his hand into Atsushi’s hair, and kept kissing him.

Somewhere, in the distance, a clock chimed.

Akutagawa opened his eyes and stared at Atsushi.

Atsushi stared back at him, mouth open slightly, lips bruised.

The chimes of the clock faded into the night. In the bay, a boat blew its foghorn.

Akutagawa almost dropped his phone.

0:03, Mon Oct 2

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