#bungo stray dogs dazai osamu

[vveonnee98]

EDEN.

[zeraaachan]

to rhyme my name with yours

summary: bsd! characters as arabic poetry and lines i read in the internet. character(s): dazai osamu, chuuya nakahara, fyodor dostoevsky, ryuunosuke akutagawa content warning(s): religious themes, blood, yandere-ish behaviors; you pronouns are used for reader

dazai osamu "i'll dip my hands in holy water if it means touching you."

dazai osamu's hands are stained with blood, and he knows. he knows just how many fallen bodies it took to fully coat his two palms with red. enemies' blood, the last red ink written by his pals, all is but another layer of the skin on dazai osamu's palm. his hands are bloody with fingers that only know nothing but to take. give dazai osamu another pair of hands and watch how it becomes soaked in blood. give him another pair and witness how the fingers are not enough to count the lives he took. since dazai osamu is a bloody wreck with bloodier hands. all his hands ever knew is how to sin, how to anger the gods, how to be an irony in churches.

that is until he found you. until his hands, with its blood and gore, ached to reach for something. until his fingers, dripping with red,  started to cross themselves to wish for your well-being… for the devil to not take you away from him, a devil himself. dazai osamu is cursed with bloody hands but his palms learned how to kiss for a prayer when he found you.

his hands, sinner they are more than him, became a bloody paradox. it learned how to pray for a blessing undeserved by his sinful hands. dazai osamu is not a religious man, daring life and death with his suicidal attempts. but when he found you bathed in colors from the church's stained glasses, dazai osamu learned that angels do exist. that god took the longest in one of his creations.

he signs the cross with his bloody fingers and dip his hands in holy water before kneeling, not to the altar but before your figure, as his trembling hand finds a place on your cheek.

and when dazai osamu's palm lovingly carress your cheek, he can see the blood from his hand tainting your skin.

chuuya nakahara "on the train, we swapped seats. you wanted the window and i wanted to look at you."

it's laughable how chuuya nakahara is always there for someone who will never choose him first. it's hilarious how the skilled mafioso keeps choosing people who cannot even pick him as the first option. an option, a mere one, is all chuuya ever knew. to dazai osamu who never actually chose him, to mori who rather have dazai, to the red-haired hag who'd rather choose the kid. chuuya nakahara is only seen if the first option is nowhere to be found.

but not to one. not to you.

it's funny how chuuya nakahara's ability is gravity manipulation when all that stabilizes him to the ground is your words. when you told him that you want him even if he hesitantly asked if you are sure that you really want him. chuuya can never forget the day that you got offended when he asked if he's the one you really want, not dazai or akutagawa or practically anyone else. since it is strange to be finally found after being invisible for so long.

and as he stare at you, drawn to that window view you so much craved, chuuya nakahara can't but feel grateful that finally… finally someone saw him. not as a third or second option. you chose him.

and if you'll tear your eyes away from the view outside the window to face him, you'll see it plainly in his eyes: you're the cure to his tainted sorrow.

fyodor dostoevsky “and if the devil was ever to see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent,"

fyodor is not the devil, he is a religious man. the white clothes that wrap his body are not a paradox but a symbolism of the purity he seeks to achieve. the way he plays the violin, so soothingly yet eerily perfect, is but an imitation of the melody he aims to give the world. since fyodor dostoesky is a religious man. and as all men of faith, he wishes nothing but greatness for the world. fyodor dostoevsky is on a mission to save every sinful souls.

so why are you running, little mouse? why call him the devil when all he wants is to save you? come, come, little mouse. take his gloved hands and you shall be saved. shh… hush, little mouse. you shan't call him the devil, he's here to save you from them. little mouse, stop running. stop sinning. oh, poor little mouse. he told you— it's a dead end there.

"stop! stop…! don't come near me you… you… devil!"

fyodor is not the devil. he is a religious man. "i am but a man of faith. together we shall repent, dear"

fyodor is not the devil, he is a religious man who'll lovingly kiss your closed eyes as his thumbs wipe the tears on the corner of your eyes. who'll whisper to you in hushed tones that now you will be saved, now you'll be away from this impure world. shh, little mouse. your tears will tempt any devil from the fiery pits of hell, your pitiful sobs will just stir something from the abyss. shh, little mouse, stop crying or the devil will kiss your eyes.

and as fyodor dostoevsky kiss the sorrow from your eyes, tears leaving the taste of salt and fear on his lips, the religious man wondered whether he's indeed the devil who'll kiss your eyes… and find salvation from it.

ryuunosuke akutagawa "because my love for you is higher than words, i have decided to fall silent."

ryuunosuke akutagawa is a silent lover. he love with his actions and not with his words. his love is tainted in black, with the darkness seemingly always behind his back. but with all the darkness and color of the abyss present in his being… he can't seem to find the ink that will pen words that you deserve. since akutagawa loves with his actions and not his words. he'll shield you from bullets instead of telling you he'll protect you. he'll slaughter his own allies to save you instead of saying that you're the only one that matters. he'll take a claw to his heart instead of saying that you're his heart anyway.

since ryuunosuke akutagawa's love is too steep, too high. that even mere words can no longer reach it. that his vocal chords cannot contain it. ryuunosuke akutagawa decided to fall silent since no words can express what he feels anyway. his love, cannot be expressed with mere words. but perhaps the hand behind your nape and the bloody lips on yours is an indication. perhaps the claw that ripped his heart can express what his words cannot.

ryuunosuke akutagawa is a silent lover. for his love is higher than words that he decided to fall eternally silent for you.

author’s note(s): shit format and shittier content. will fix it when idk. send me some asks T T

[canetteto]

"There is no reason for an enemy to call me that"

[serv0z]

Easy-Peasy Euthanasia !

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[fairy-writes]

Hey, i was hoping you could write a oneshot of Dazai falling for someone who eventually comes out to him as Cupioromantic? (For clarification in case you need it, someone who's cupioromantic doesnt feel romantic attraction but would still like to engage in romantic activities ((cuddles kisses etc)) with a platonic partner.)

LITTLE BIRD

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Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s): Idk again, fluff, I think? It’s definitely fluffy at the end.

Notes: So I really struggled with this one. But I hope I did the request justice!

I reference my oneshot “Caged Bird,” which is Dazai x Reader, quite a bit.

Also, Dazai-typical mentions of suicide, so beware of that. 

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Dazai really doesn’t know how he started to care so much.

Sure he joked about wanting to commit suicide with someone, and some part of him did, but caring about someone? That wasn’t in his plans. 

It all started with you. 

He had met you when you were both fifteen. You had been almost kidnapped by a Port Mafia member fone rogue with some documents Mori had sent Dazai to retrieve. Why he had sent Dazai, Dazai will never know. But in a way, he was grateful because he had met you.

The attempted kidnapping had gone terribly, with the man doing the act activating his ability and nearly suffocating you with a giant snake. But then you activated your own ability; hundreds of thousands of swallows pecked the snake and the man clean of flesh, leaving only bones in their wake. 

He hadn’t seen you for years after that. When he had, you were both twenty—two years after leaving the Port Mafia and scouring all of Yokohama for you. He wanted to talk to you, wanted to see if your ability would work on him. It would have been a beautiful way to die. 

But when he met you, mentioning suicide was the first thing out of his mouth, and you got very, very concerned. You had declined his double-suicide offer and insisted he got help. He had said no with a laugh and proceeded to become something of a friend. 

But Dazai didn’t have friends. 

Getting close to people like that wasn’t his forte and wasn’t safe for them. Look what happened to Odasaku. So he kept everyone at a distance, performing silly antics to keep them entertained and off his trail. Everyone believed it. 

Everyone except you. You saw right through him. 

You showed up at his apartment after joining the Armed Detective Agency with a cup of coffee and a smile on your face.

That had been the beginning of his fall. 

The two of you began to be paired together for missions when Kunikida wasn’t available. 

Which began to happen more often than not, strangely enough. 

You always showed up with a cup of coffee and that smile that started to set his heart racing. 

Why was his heart racing? Was he having a heart attack? That would have been such a stupid way to die. 

He only figured out what these feelings were when you almost died. 

It should have been an easy job. Just get in, get the information, and get out. But Akutagawa from the Port Mafia had been there, looking for the same information, and had attacked. 

You were injured before Dazai could cancel out his former protege’s ability. Yosano said it wasn’t that bad, just a gash to your abdomen, but Dazai wanted to scream that she hadn’t been there! Hadn’t felt the despair and sheer panic that came with watching someone he cared about fall to the ground, holding your innards in with bloody fingers. 

Someone he cared about? 

Did he care about you that much?

He confronted you about it when you were both at your apartment. He had insisted on holding your bag of bloody clothes while you walked next to him. You had complained, saying you were “100% healed and could carry your own bag; thank you very much.”

“I just don’t want you to strain yourself, my little bird.” He had teased and delighted in how you pouted in embarrassment, puffing your cheeks with air and crossing your arms as you refused to look at him.

Your apartment was, coincidentally, right next to his in the Agency apartment complex. You unlocked your door and let him inside, both of you changing your shoes for indoor slippers, and you bustled about in the kitchen while he set your bag down on the coffee table. Then, taking a seat on one of the barstools at your kitchen island, he watched as you prepared some tea for the two of you. 

A copious amount of honey in yours, nothing added to his. Just the way he liked it. 

You remembered. 

His heart stuttered when you sat next to him, elbows brushing, and you surprised him by leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“Thank you for helping me, Dazai.” You said, and he found himself leaning his head on yours.

“Osamu. You can call me Osamu.” He heard himself saying. You hummed, and he could feel your smile against his shoulder. 

“Thank you for helping me, Osamu.”

After your tea was long gone, you were both sitting on your couch, and a show played quietly. Dazai didn’t bother to pay attention. Instead, he watched as you played with his hands. His coat was draped over the back of the couch, leaving him in his vest, button-down, and bolo tie. 

Your head was leaned against his shoulder again, his leaning on yours. Your fingers fiddled with his, occasionally intertwining them together or just pressing your palms together to compare hand sizes. His fingers were longer than yours; they had always been long and slender. But you didn’t seem to care. 

“I care about you, ya know?” He mumbled, and you paused in what you were doing. 

“In what way?” You asked, and he stopped. How did he care for you? Was it love? No, he didn’t think he was capable of that. 

“I don’t know. But I just know I don’t want to see you hurt, little bird.” He whispered, and you turned to face him. You looked at him seriously, searching his brown eyes as you searched for the words to say. 

“I care about you too. Not in a romantic way; I don’t feel that kind of thing.” You replied, and he turned his hands over so he could hold yours. 

“What do you mean?” He asked, and now you looked nervous, fidgeting in place and refusing to meet his eyes. Dazai took a calculated leap of faith and pressed his hand to your cheek. Immediately, you pressed your own hand to his and kept his hand to your face. 

“I don’t feel romantic attraction. But I still want to do all the things a couple does. I think it’s called cupioromantic? I’m still trying to figure everything out.” You whisper and look away, but he turns your face to look at him. 

He kisses you that day. With soft gasps and the gentle cradling of your face. 

“I care for you, little bird. I’m glad you told me.” He whispers against your mouth, and he feels you smile. 

“I care for you too, Osamu.”

[nikolaiismysugardaddy]

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♡ Characters I will write for: Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai, Sigma, Ranpo, Tetchou, Jouno, Fyodor

♡ Fluff prompts:

Could you please stop doing that?

Won't you come and dance in the dark with me?

If I can't kiss you here, I'm gonna commit a crime

I hate you

Sorry for calling late - I needed to hear your voice

I love how you look in my shirt

It's okay, let me do this

♡ Angst prompts:

Who are you?

If you had a problem you should have told me

What do you want from me?

I just need to be alone right now

Don't let me go

Can't we stay here forever?

You need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me

♡ Smut prompts:

I needed this more than coffee

How much do you want to regret this tomorrow?

What if I say no?

How can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?

Stay still and keep your eyes on the road

Is there some space left in that bathtub?

Oh no, there's only one bed here

Thank you so much once again for the support, I appreciate it sososo much! ♥ Love yall! ♥

[evernkillian]

Bungou Stray Dogs Fanfiction Recs | Fyozai Edition; Part 1

Standard Rec Lists Disclaimers Apply: Please for the love of God read the tags and Author's Note/s, This is NOT the ultimate rec lists or whatever, the fics below are my cup of tea.

Also, I tried my best to make the Quotes I included spoiler free but if you think it is just tell me!

(Also: Fyozai as in, Fyodor Dostoevsky / Dazai Osamu)

(also I have more fic recs! Here)

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1. The touch of winter by Scarlet_Nin (@scarlet-nin )

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 3k Words | Complete

Summary: The clatter of a knife hitting the floor the only sound in the room.

“Breaking into my bedroom, have you no shame? Not only that but cleaning out the blood will be such a chore. You truly are a Demon.”

“The kettle calling back to the pot, I see.”

Dostoevsky lowers the gun, a silencer preventing others coming to rescue, a parody of a smile spreading across his face. Another precise shot makes the knife slide across the room out of reach.

“But cleaning should be no trouble for you, you’ve got so much experience on your hands.”

“I wouldn’t mind cleaning up blood if it’s yours.”

They share a smile. It’s like looking into a mirror, they find, each seeing the same darkness in the other. A longing to break, to hurt, to spill life onto their hands—

!!! This fic is what got me into Fyozai. Like!!! The Tension!!!! They keep referencing each other as 'Rat' and 'Cat' and honestly!!! *Chef's Kiss* Also usual Fyozai talk about demons, gods, philosophy, etc. There's a telepathy thing going on (courtesy of being geniuses and their habit of reading each other) that I absolutely adore. I love the writing style, and in this particular fic it emphasizes the way they're similar to each other. Which I really love. Anyway!! My favorite Quote:

That horrible twisted mind equal to your own.

The pride at seeing how you could have turned out had you not listened to Odasaku’s last parting words, it makes you feel better about yourself.

2. warmth by orphan_account

T | 740 words | Complete

Summary: Cold as ice and white as snow.

That was all they knew about the new Port Mafia Executive.

But a certain someone knew more.

And he knew, above all, Fyodor Dostoyevsky needed warmth.

Short but sweet! Fyodor's the New Mafia Executive and Dazai pokes him. In usual Fyodor fashion, he thinks about abilities. AND!!! platonic touching!!! They're touch starved idiots and I love them your honor. Also my favorite quote:

Fyodor obliged, holding Dazai's hand. It was warm, but only when he was next to him. Otherwise, Fyodor knew, it was as cold as the ice he was born in.

3. mid autumn by yuki_MXIVo (@yuki-mxivo )

G | 3k Words | Complete

Summary: “But you tried to kill each other! How could you possibly be married!? You really tried to kill each other!”

“Yes?” Fyodor raises an unimpressed brow. “Romance is not the center of everything. You're surprisingly close-minded, I see.”

/// several months after the decay of angels case closes, Fyodor shows up at the agency seemingly out of the blue. He'd been thought dead.

MARRIED FYOZAI FIC I REPEAT MARRIED FYOZAI THEYRE MARRIED YOUR HONOR. I really love this absabnabanaan. Fyodor's Characterization is very... Human? Like as he thinks about the DoA, and stuff, and I really love it since most fics just show his manipulative genius side. Fyodor gave Dazai earrings *incoherent screaming*. Fyodor is exasperatedly fond of Dazai and it's so endearing to read. Relationship Reveal! Cause the ADA is there when they met- which is expected since Fyodor went to the Cafe Uzumaki. Russian Pet Names!!! I could rave about it more but no spoilers so!! Favorite Quote:

“We were nineteen,” Dazai sighs, dreamy, melting against Fyodor’s side, disgustingly saccharine in a way Fyodor can only pretend not to enjoy, “straight out of high school.”

4. Even through the Mist. by DeadDrabble (MisakillDatMonkey)

M | 3k Words | Complete

Summary: Dazai's mind has been strangely foggy lately. Are these limbos truth and reality or is he lost in a nightmare? Fyodor's cello sounds like the sweetest melody...

Or when Fyodor manipulates Dazai into taking his side to retrieve the book, using grief and ghosts of his past. Dazai's only hope resides in his will to follow the right path and his old partner.

This had me on the edge of my seat!!! Like holy moley!! Dazai doesn't know what's real and what's not and it's conveyed beautifully. Actually, Fyozai is not the main pairing, but most of this fic is about them. The manipulations!!! The mind games!!!

“See? You’re surprisingly docile,” the demon acknowledges, delighted. Dazai tugs on his hair a bit roughly. He looks back at the man through half-lidded eyes. He feels so bad, it feels so wrong, but he’s confident… He placed his trust in the right person, and it’s okay if he’s weak along the way. He can rely on those people. Even when he slips up.

5. I Offer A Prayer (To An Iceless Home) by Poetiicdissonance

T | 7k Words | Complete

Summary: Children grow into adults, and some grow into monsters. Monsters cannot love.

(But if it were anyone else, it would come quite close.)

u know that headcanon where Dazai hid in Russia with Fyodor between leaving the mafia and joining ADA? This is it. This is that fic. They're roommates! They talk about things. Deep things. About their Philosophies, ideas in life that they hold with an iron fist. They poked and prodded each other. It's a quiet companionship- and until now I don't know if it's the eye of the storm, or the gentle waves of a deep sea. This is so very. Very dear to me. I hold this fic gently in my heart. I cried, I laughed, I fell in love with them. Also no favorite quote since everything about it is my favorite.

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[flare-queen]

Just some daddy Dazai

[lotus-pear]

can't stand them

[piedpip3rrr]

Canon dark era fr

[toomanymarkers]

People joke about Dazai and Chuuya being romantically experienced or whatever, but I think it's the opposite. Chuuya doesn't know what that stuff is because Mori thinks it's funny

[zeraaachan]

BSD IMAGINE — DAZAI OSAMU

— just an imagine and not an actual fic. but if i have the motivation to write it then eh.

you were each other's first love. in the first time line, that is.

two desolate soul, lonely and broken without signs of redemption— found solace in each other's cold company. filling up the cracks of their broken half and being whole as one. that's what you are. in your first life at least.

oh, those were good times. not extremely wholesome nor considered normal romance. but it was all the two of you can get. a little bit of star drops in your eyes. a shine in his, and a twinkle in yours.

you gave a little bit of light, of color, to each other's dull mirror to the soul. you have no kindness to boast, both of you. but you just gave all you have. gave all that you can give, all the darkness and unfiltered emotions slightly mixed with remorse, and both of you accepted it willingly as if your own.

it was romance. dark but that's the closest thing you got to love.

and that's the only memory, the only timeline, you're trying hard not to forget.

and now, you're in your 38th, if not 40th. you forgot to count.

you already lost your life at the first timeline, at the second, third, fourth... until you reached your current present.

everything's different this time.

no more twisted first love. no more fill in the blank and no more give light to your darkness.

this time, you'll just be an outsider, a spectator to his life, but still by his side.

for you may change all your decision, but dazai osamu will be the only constant in all of your regression.

[canetteto]

Redraw of Dazai Osamu's newest manga moment!

[serv0z]

Erm !! Happy (late) Valentines day ^-^!!

I've been working on my main wip so I've been Busy. Anyways have silly skk V day doodle. they both got each other something !! :3

I was gonna do an extra doodle after idk smth cute or silly but my whole hand is hurting I've been drawing for like.. 8 hours tonight HELP so instead you get an extra Fyodor doodle like. two people I know requested SO :3

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Red rope of fate

[pleucas]

post-corruption