#bsd ao3

[anexplosionofchaos]

every single dazai/soukoku/chuuya fan deserves to reside in hell for flooding every other bsd ship or character tag with unrelated fics

[mikaazune]

I regret having eyes and the comprehensive ability to read.

Curiosity did in fact kill this cat.

BSD community, it was the big bad of big bad fics on ao3, yall know the one. The tags were not playing.

[fairytra1l]

cannot believe I forgot to post this to tumblr?? anyways, lupin trio sickfic anyone? https://archiveofourown.org/works/56771608

[sahisan]

in actually. panicking rn chat. oh my god. i read and apparently bookmarked this super cool skk fic in which chuuya partially loses his hearing and wears a hearing aid after dazai bombed his car and reveals in to dazai once he sees him in the pm torture chambers. i remember one dialogue and it goes like this: "what?" "what?" "repeat what you said. i didn't hear you." n chuuya shows him the hearing aid. PLEASE send help. please sos idk. iloved it and i can't find it anywhere

[vinc3nt-real]

iykyk

fanfics left to right: dazai x eiffel tower, powdered donuts, sigma x nail polish, a spring without you is coming

[girlkisser112]

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/162790705#work_endnotes

aaah this is scary but some very lovely people suggested this is how to promote my works sooo here it is! my first fanfic! there’s only one chapter out as of right now BUT another one is in the works as we speak :) if you decide to check it out and enjoy it then i’m super glad <3 (and don’t be afraid to leave a comment because i would LOVE to hear your thoughts!!)

[flamie-42]

Kinda wanna write a shitpost fic about Chuuya and Yosano having wine nights and chatting about events of the series as it goes on.

Like canon events with non canon reactions and throw in all the ships for extra drama

Who would read 0.0

[chuuya-kisser]

GUYS BTW I TOTALLY FORGOT TO POST THIS HERE but!!!! i have an ao3 soukoku ficcccc go read it if u wantttt (ʘᴗʘ)

SUMMARY- 'Gods, he’s pretty.’ Is the first thought that goes through Chuuya’s mind.The next thing that Chuuya thinks is ‘Why the hell is he so annoying.’

Or

How Nakahara Chuuya falls for an annoying brunette at first sight and refuses to come out of denial about it. (College AU)

RATING- general audiences

ARCHIVE WARNING- no archive warnings apply

CATEGORY- M/M

FANDOM- 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

RELATIONSHIP- Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

CHARACTERS- Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya

LANGUAGE- English

CHAPTERS-?

[alhenaonthestage]

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ozaki Kouyou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Elise (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Soukoku, twinblack Summary:

What if Dazai accidentally kissed Chuuya during their first encounter, nullifying his gravity control? And since then, he has always lied to him, claiming that his ability only activates through a kiss and not simply by touching him. Chuuya never doubted it because Dazai always went to kiss him whenever he wanted to deactivate his ability.

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And with this, I reach the last chapter of 'The Art of Deceiving You' (Soukoku published on AO3 - Alheenaa). I'll leave the link in case any of you want to take a look. Soon, I'll upload my next project. Thank you very much for all the support I've received during these weeks ;)

[s1ckstvr0s]

[Sskk 8k pornographic + angst fic.]

⠀⠀⠀⠀Silently writing in stylish letters down his pristine white notebooks [which he wishes to send to publishers by the next two weeks], or sometimes reading a book in his own little world. Swirling the piece of chocolate around his tongue, his coloured eyes lingering in languorous movements over the pages of the book, whilst dancing his feet, playing with his oxfords with his naked feet [all in his own world with no volition of his own psychological senses].

⠀⠀⠀⠀He was an ordinarily different person. Dreamy, innocent looking, dainty with a light touch of dolour painted on his face. Something like: an epitome of the sculptor's perfect craft, which he, the sculptor had given endless sleepless nights to make it look the divinest. Something melancholic, for Akutagawa understood the mad contrariety they had. And whatever this sweet mad little emotion fabricated up the blood of his heart; it was in the ordinary order of life: frivolous. 

[halloweenreaper]

The second chapter of my BSD fanfic is up and I need some help. Chuuya’s clone needs a name, so if you got any ideas please feel free to comment here or on the fic. I will be eternally greatful for the help!

Summary:

During the cleanup of Chuuya and Verlaine’s fight, Dazai finds out there was another clone in Facility B and decides to retrieve it while Chuuya is recovering from his first time using Corruption.

Chuuya navigates being in the Port Mafia and taking care of his new little brother, and Dazai navigates the new dynamic in his an Chuuya’s partnership.

Not that Dazai cares ... right?

[sakui1]

Hai :3

I want to create a fanfic with my own oc, in a alternative universe, with ADA Chuya, but im linda scared to do so, any tips?

[professional-toe-sucka3]

fyolai/uncensored handholding/fluff/rest in warm piss/victorian ass homosexuals/morons in lub/L+ratio+freshly widowed/denial much/angst/starry starry night/200k+ words

when will my ao3 ass log off

[fairytra1l]

snippet of an old yosano-in-the-mental-ward study, needs a lot of reworking but I still like this part

[dontlookatmyarms]

Soukoku !!

This one was gonna be a oneshot but chapter 2 already in the making😭😭 oops

[cisili]

Quiet Understandings

— A Ranpoe Fanfiction ,, words: 1.2k

> Ranpo is having a particularly bad day, with both the physical discomfort of his period and the emotional toll of dysphoria weighing heavily on him. He retreats to Poe's house for some quiet, but the storm inside him feels unbearable. Poe, ever gentle and observant, does his best to offer comfort and reminds Ranpo of the truth he sometimes struggles to hold onto: his identity is valid, and he is enough—always.

After a moment, Poe broke the silence again. “Ranpo?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re a man,” Poe said, his voice low but firm. There was no hesitation in his tone, no room for doubt. “No matter what’s happening with your body, no matter how hard it feels right now. You’re a man. That’s the truth.”

★ An extract of the story:

Rain pattered softly against the windows, the rhythmic sound mingling with the occasional low rumble of thunder. It was the kind of weather that begged for warm blankets, hot tea, and quiet company. Normally, Ranpo might have appreciated such an atmosphere, especially in the sanctuary of Poe's home, but today was different. Today, everything felt off. Ranpo sat curled up on the couch, his knees drawn tightly to his chest and an oversized sweater draped over his small frame. The sleeves were too long, swallowing his hands, and he pulled them over his fingers as if the fabric alone could shield him from the world. His expression was pinched, his lips set in a tight line as he stared blankly at the window. He hated this feeling. The cramps in his lower abdomen were relentless, sharp twinges of pain that came and went in waves. His back ached too, a dull, nagging discomfort that no amount of shifting seemed to ease. But it wasn’t just the physical pain gnawing at him—it was the way his period brought his dysphoria to the surface, raw and unavoidable. It was a reminder, one he didn’t want, that his body didn’t always align with who he was. He adjusted his position again, wincing as a fresh wave of pain twisted through him. The sweater bunched around his hips, and he tugged at it irritably, wishing he could melt into the couch and disappear. The worst part wasn’t even the pain—it was the way it made him feel like he was trapped in a body that wouldn’t let him be himself. “Ranpo?” The voice was soft, hesitant, and yet somehow grounding. Ranpo turned his head slightly, just enough to see Poe standing in the doorway. Poe’s dark eyes were filled with quiet concern, his hands holding a tray balanced with careful precision. On it sat a teapot, two mugs, and a small plate of biscuits. “What?” Ranpo muttered, his voice muffled against his knees. The words came out sharper than he intended, but he couldn’t bring himself to apologize. Poe didn’t flinch at the tone, instead stepping further into the room and placing the tray down on the coffee table. His movements were unhurried, almost ritualistic, as though he knew Ranpo needed time to process his presence. “I made tea,” Poe said softly, his gaze flicking to Ranpo’s curled-up form. “I thought it might help.” Ranpo glanced at the tray. The teapot was a familiar sight, a deep green ceramic one with gold accents that Poe always brought out for special occasions. The biscuits were his favorite kind too, though he rarely admitted it aloud. “I don’t want tea,” Ranpo mumbled, though the slight quaver in his voice betrayed him. Poe didn’t push. Instead, he poured himself a cup, the faint clink of porcelain filling the silence as he settled onto the couch beside Ranpo. He didn’t sit too close, leaving a careful amount of space between them, but his presence was steady, grounding.

You may find the rest here! [tap on the underlined word for access to the fanfiction.]