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Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #31-40

A collection of the BSD Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from my 2023 Peppermint Mocha Event.

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31) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“I love that you’re being so clingy today, chibi~”

“Shut up. I’m freezing my ass off,” Chuuya snapped back, snuggling in closer to his partner despite himself. “And you’re warm. That’s it.”

“Aww, really? Here I thought you loved me.” Dazai let out a forlorn sigh even as he wrapped his arms around the redhead and pulled him in closer.

The two of them were snuggling under a large blanket on the couch, Chuuya sitting in Dazai’s lap and wrapped around him like a koala. Despite being the one to have the blanket actually on him, he was still shivering. The recent cold snap outside had caused some power outages in the city, and lucky them, their place was in one of the sections that lost power. Chuuya usually didn’t mind inclement weather, but right now it was hitting him hard, making him less combative than normal.

Hence his sitting in Dazai’s lap right now. And snuggling against his chest. And soaking in his warmth as much as he could.

Dazai couldn’t say that he minded.

“You look adorable, all pouty like that,” the brunette teased gently, kissing his cheek. “You know, there are some other ways we could keep warm, if you’re interested~”

Chuuya blushed, but covered it up by keeping his head firmly tucked under Dazai’s chin and growling, “I don’t want to move.”

“We don’t have to,” Dazai purred into his ear.

The redhead let out an annoyed huff, then grabbed onto the detective’s sides underneath their blankety cocoon and squeezed.

Dazai yelped, but to his credit, he never let go of Chuuya, even as the smaller man began scribbling and scratching at his sides and torso, making him giggle helplessly in his trapped position. “Chuhuhuhuhuuya…”

“I don’t know what ideas you were having when you said we could keep warm in other ways,” the mafioso teased, knowing full well what Dazai had meant, “but this is where my mind went.”

“Chihihihihihibi wahahahahants to plahahahahay, does he?” Dazai snickered, holding him closer and burying his face in his long red hair. “Fihihihihihihine by mehehehehehe.”

Chuuya tsked. “You would like this, you moron.” But his words had no bite to them, and it really was making it even warmer under the blanket.

By the time the power came back on, neither of them felt like they needed a heater anymore.

32) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

Chuuya blushed so rarely, it was always a treat when Dazai got to witness it.

Like now, when the redhead was starting down at the paper in his hand with wide eyes and red cheeks, at a loss for words for once in his life.

Well – for a few moments, anyway.

“What the hell is this supposed to be?” Chuuya tried to snap, but it came out sounding more like a genuine question.

Dazai gave him a lazy smirk. “I’m sure you can read, chibi.”

“But…why would you think I’d want—?”

The detective shushed him with a finger to the lips, making Chuuya blink up at him in surprise and annoyance.

“Whenever you want me to wreck you, just hand me that paper.” Dazai gave him a gentle smile that was so unlike his usual teasing, nonchalant smirks that Chuuya didn’t know what to do with it. “I’m giving you a free pass to not have to ask me or provoke me first.”

Chuuya glanced down at the paper in his hands.

No way would he actually use this stupid thing. That would be humiliating. As good as admitting he wanted it.

Absolutely not.

Dazai had to admit, he was impressed that it took so long for his partner to get over himself and actually hand him that paper.

It had been three whole weeks, and – determined to make Chuuya actually fess up – the detective hadn’t once tickled him into hysterics in all that time. He hadn’t so much as poked a ticklish spot. It had been awful, really, but to see the mafioso finally come stomping up to him with the paper in his hand had made it all worth it.

“Here,” Chuuya growled, shoving the crumpled paper at his chest with a huff and a beautiful pink blush on his cheeks. “I’m redeeming this damn thing. Just do it already, you bastard.”

Dazai took the paper, glanced down at the “tickle me Chuuya” he’d scrawled across it, and gave his partner a slow smirk. “I knew you’d come around.”

“You said I wouldn’t have to ask for it if I gave you that—ack!” Chuuya yelped as Dazai grabbed onto him and pulled him down onto the couch, quickly moving to sit atop him and dig his fingers into the redhead’s ribs.

Chuuya squealed and arched his back, hands instinctively coming down to stop him before shooting up to cover his face instead as he cackled helplessly, squirming beneath the detective, whose smile could light up the whole of Yokohama.

“You bahahahahahahahastard! I hahahahahahahate you!”

“Sure you do, chibi,” Dazai replied, grinning as his mafioso partner let himself give in and laugh, squirming and blushing freely as the brunette’s fingers danced across his ticklish spots. “But just so you know, the fact that you love it when I tickle you is one of my favorite things about you.”

Chuuya tried to sputter out an indignant reply, but it was impossible when he was having so much fun, so he promised himself he’d chew Dazai out later and just focus on laughing his heart out for the moment.

It wasn’t like he could really deny it, after all…

33) Lee Sigma, Ler Dazai

Sigma was not at all used to Dazai’s shenanigans yet, though it gave him some small comfort to know that even his coworkers at the ADA were only barely used to them, and they’d known him much longer.

So when the brunette in question snuck up behind him in the hall one day and pressed his cold hands to Sigma’s neck, the taller man was only mildly embarrassed to have let out such a loud shriek in response.

He whirled around, putting his back to the wall and glaring daggers at the detective, who was bent over at the waist laughing, still bundled up in his bulkier outerwear for the winter. “That’s not funny. And highly immature.”

“Oh, come on, don’t go Kunikida on me,” Dazai replied through a wheeze, reaching out to jab his ribs playfully. “I get enough of that from the man himself.”

Sigma didn’t understand the sharp jolt that shot through his body in response to Dazai poking him, but he gasped and shrunk back all the same.

Dazai’s eyes lit up, and all of a sudden the other man had a terrible feeling he was in trouble.

“W-What?” he stammered, pressing himself against the wall as much as possible as Dazai approached him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You could have told me you were ticklish~”

“T-Ticklish? What…what does that mean?”

For a moment, the detective stopped in his tracks, looking utterly stunned. But it passed quickly, and he smirked instead. “Ah, right. I bet you didn’t get many people trying to tickle you at the casino.”

Sigma had no idea why that word was making his stomach do flips, but he couldn’t say he entirely disliked the feeling. “Ti-ckle?”

Without another word or warning, Dazai began rapidly and sporadically poking his ribs and belly, and – inexplicably – Sigma let out a squeak, followed by a spew of giggles he had absolutely no control over whatsoever. He was mortified, but the detective didn’t seem surprised in the least. In fact, he seemed…excited?

“W-Whahahahat? Whahahahat are you – D-Dahahahazai, wait!”

“Aww, you are ticklish! How cute~”

“B-But whahahahahat does that mehehehean? I cahahahahan’t stop—” At that moment Sigma let out another squeal and instinctively twisted away, only to be followed by Dazai pinching along his hip on the opposite side, effectively forcing him to squirm in place against the wall, still giggling helplessly.

“Can’t stop laughing? Good.” Dazai grinned, winked, and kept up the gentle assault. “That’s the whole point.”

Part of Sigma felt like he should be fighting back – pushing the brunette away, calling for help, something – but there was a larger part of him that really didn’t want to get away at all. He was laughing, after all, and he couldn’t remember a time he’d been able to giggle so freely.

Besides, Dazai looked like he was having fun, too. And if that were the case, why shouldn’t he let it continue?

34) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“Where are you going?” Chuuya growled, pulling Dazai closer to him by the ankles before straddling his thighs, pinning him in place. “A minute ago you wouldn’t leave me the hell alone, and now you’re trying to run away? I’m hurt.”

Dazai was cackling breathlessly, hands gripped around his boyfriend’s wrists as he wheezed, “Plehehehehehease, Chuuya!”

“You thought canceling my ability would be enough to free you, eh? You forget how good I am at no-skill combat.”

The detective could only laugh helplessly beneath his partner, already red in the face and gasping for breath as Chuuya continued to drill into his hips without mercy. He tried to buck him off but couldn’t even manage to do that.

“Plehehehehehehease, I’m sohohohohohorry! I’ll leheheheheheave you alone, I swear!”

Chuuya smirked down at him. “Still cold? You look like you’re warming up to me, Dazai. I knew you liked being tickled, but this much? Really?”

“The fihihihihihire is rihihihihihight behind me, you ahahahahahahass!” Dazai shot back, tossing his head back with a scream and clamping his arms to his sides when the mafioso dove into his armpits. “NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT AGAIN!! CHUHUHUHUHUHUUYA I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!”

The redhead chuckled, watching his boyfriend fall to pieces beneath him with no small amount of satisfaction. Yes, his partner loved being tickled, but to get him to the point where he was truly desperate for it to stop and would do anything to make it happen? It was nigh impossible to achieve, and Chuuya had done it in mere minutes. He was proud of himself.

“Let’s see…what do I want you to do for me…?”

Dazai’s laughter was turning frantic, and Chuuya knew he didn’t have long before he seriously needed to stop, but he was going to draw this out as long as he could, damn it.

“AHAHAHAHAHANYTHING!! ANYTHING YOU WAHAHAHAHAHANT CHUUYA!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Chuuya hummed, kept digging into his worst spot for another few moments, then finally slowed to a stop and grinned as Dazai sucked in a huge breath of air, mirthful tears streaming down his face. He was utterly wrecked, and the redhead was loving the sight of it.

“I think,” he said at last, “I want you to take me somewhere really nice for dinner. As a bonus Christmas present.”

“Okay,” Dazai said instantly, a clear indicator that he was well and truly done with tickles for the day. “Wherever you want. Just name it.”

“Good.” Chuuya smirked, brushing his partner’s bangs from his face. “And if you’re really good, I’ll reward you for it afterward. Yeah?”

Dazai’s eyes widened, but then it seemed to register what the mafioso was implying and he smirked right back. “Yeah. I like the sound of that.”

35) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

“YOHOHOHOHOHOU FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING CHEHEHEHEHEHEATER!!”

“I’m not cheating. This is strategy~”

Chuuya screeched with hysterical laughter, arms flailing, trying to grab onto anything he could to get this all to stop – Dazai’s coat, his wrists, his stupid face – anything! But all he could manage to do was lay there in the freezing snow and laugh himself hoarse, unable to roll away and escape this torture thanks to Dazai’s ingenious positioning.

The brunette curled his fingers into the redhead’s inner thighs, pressing in with just the right amount of vibration, and Chuuya nearly wheezed as another round of laughter overtook him. He grasped a handful of snow and tried to shove it in the detective’s face, but all that did was make Dazai’s playful gaze turn playfully wicked.

“Still trying to win the snowball fight, eh, chibi?”

“I HAHAHAHAHAHAHATE YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOU!!”

“Why don’t you give up? Then this will all be over, and I’ll be the winner, just as I should be.”

Despite his growing desperation to get out of this ridiculous position, Chuuya screamed, “LIKE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELL!!”

Dazai chuckled, and the sound only made the redhead panic even more. The next thing he knew there was pressure on his knees pinning his legs to the snow as well, and Dazai was leaning forward to kiss him, but he was still fucking tickling that goddamn spot—

Chuuya tried to wrench his mouth away so he could breathe, gasp for air, laugh his lungs out, but Dazai followed him relentlessly, never allowing him more than a split second between kisses that eventually descended to his neck just above his scarf.

“Give up, chibi?” Dazai teased into his ear before biting it playfully.

Chuuya was more than ready to give up – the tickling was driving him onto a whole other plane of existence, and he felt like if he didn’t get it to stop he was going to expire right here and now.

“STOP STOP FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING STOP DAHAHAHAHAHAHAZAI!!” Chuuya screamed, the desperation in his voice clear even to him, not that he cared about that right now. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T ANYMORE, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOP!!”

Mercifully, Dazai did in fact stop, immediately shifting his weight so he wasn’t pinning Chuuya but rather straddling him lightly, and he allowed the redhead a few moments to catch his breath and gain his bearings before leaning down to kiss him again and murmur, “I win~”

And Chuuya – thoroughly wiped out and beyond the capacity to fight back, his nerves still singing from the ticklish assault – managed only two words in response:

“Fuck. You.”

36) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

Chuuya was always frowning.

Well, okay, not always – but often enough that getting a smile from him was a rare occurrence. It was so hard to get him to grin at something let alone laugh that when it did happen, Dazai cherished every moment.

Like now, when Chuuya’s eyes were bright and his lips turned upward in the barest hint of a smile as he gazed outside. It had been gloomy and snowy the last couple of days, but today it had finally let up, allowing the sun to light the city and warm up the streets with its rays.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Chuuya said now, turning to face his partner, schooling his features back into their usual indifference. “We’ve been stuck inside the last couple of days.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Dazai yawned, stretching out on the couch, getting comfortable. “I don’t want to go outside. It’s cold.” The truth was he wouldn’t mind going out with his partner; he just wanted to see that adorable look of frustration that would inevitably cross Chuuya’s face when he didn’t cave immediately.

It appeared seconds later, just as predicted. “Seriously? I’ve spent the last couple of days getting dragged into whatever you wanted to do to pass the time, but now you can’t go on a walk with me? What, are you too good for exercise now, detective?”

Dazai winced a little at the title. Chuuya only called him “detective” when he was upset. Whoops.

“Fine, fine,” the brunette relented with an exaggerated sigh. “But I might need a bit more convincing.”

The redhead glowered at him, then marched over to where he lay on the couch and plopped himself in Dazai’s lap, making his partner let out an “oomph!” of surprise. Then he used his two pointer fingers to jab into his ribs – not moving, not actually tickling, just sitting there threateningly…or perhaps promisingly.

“Come on a walk with me,” Chuuya said, smirking down at Dazai’s reddening cheeks and widening eyes, enjoying the wobbly smile that threatened to slip free already just at the tiniest hint of what was to come. “And when we get back, I’ll wreck you into next Sunday if that’s what you want.”

Dazai couldn’t help how flushed he’d suddenly become; it had been too long since the last time Chuuya had really destroyed him with tickles, and he’d missed it. Badly. “R-Really?”

Chuuya grinned one of his genuine grins and wiggled his two fingers, making Dazai choke on eager giggles and shoot his hands down reflexively. The redhead pulled away and winked when his partner pouted at him. “Only if you come with me.”

The brunette hesitated, but not for the reason Chuuya was probably thinking. “Can you…give me more now? Just a minute, I swear. Then I’ll go with you if you promise to wreck me when we get back.”

Chuuya blinked, then smirked, then burst into laughter, which both warmed Dazai’s heart and made him feel a tad embarrassed. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it, as the redhead was pinching and squeezing his sides within the next second, and Dazai gasped and giggled happily at the feeling.

“You want it bad, huh? All right,” Chuuya teased. “But you only get a minute of this until you get your ass off the couch and take a walk with me."

37) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

Akutagawa reacted before he even thought about it.

“Weretiger!” he shouted, Rashomon flying out from his coat to wrap around Atsushi’s waist and pull him roughly forward just as the icicle broke off the ceiling and crashed where he’d been standing.

Startled, Atsushi turned around and blinked at the shattered ice on the ground, then turned back to thank Akutagawa only to realize they were now pressed up against each other, faces inches apart. He gulped.

Akutagawa’s eyes were hard, but the way Rashomon didn’t let go of him told Atsushi how upset he was. “Don’t stand directly beneath icicles like that, you idiot! I’m going to be the one to kill you, not some damn winter weather!”

Atsushi couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you.”

“Idiot,” Akutagawa said again, his eyes dropping to where Atsushi had his arms behind his back. He frowned. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing,” Atsushi said quickly.

Akutagawa gave it a moment, then leaned in to kiss him. The weretiger made a surprised noise, then melted into him, especially when the kiss lasted more than just a few seconds. Eventually Atsushi wrapped his arms around Akutagawa’s neck, and that was when the mafioso finally pulled away and smirked at him.

“You’ll have to let me go,” he teased. “And when you do, I’ll see what you’re hiding.”

Atsushi’s eyes widened, but then he smiled defiantly. “I don’t have to let you go.”

“Hmm.”

“Ah! Ahahahaha, wahahahahait, no fahahahahair!” Atsushi whined through a mess of giggles, desperately trying to keep his arms around Aku’s neck as his partner tickled his ribs and sides.

“Better show me, weretiger,” Akutagawa chuckled.

“Nohohohoho! Ahahahahahaku!” Atsushi blushed at the few people who had turned to look at them, grinning at the playful scene. “Stohohohohop, we’re in puhuhuhuhublic!”

“And?”

“You wohohohohouldn’t wahahahahant me to—”

He didn’t have to finish the sentence for Akutagawa to know that he was right. He stopped immediately, letting out a sigh. “Fine. If you don’t want me to see what you’re hiding—”

Atsushi shoved something into his chest, and Akutagawa looked down in surprise. He blinked. “A chocolate bar?”

“I was going to save it for Christmas Eve,” Atsushi admitted, blushing. “But you did save my life just now, so I guess you can have it early.”

Akutagawa took the chocolate bar, holding it almost reverently, then looked back up at his partner and drew him in for another kiss. Atsushi kissed him back, this time not caring about the looks they were getting. “Thank you,” the mafioso whispered after a moment, touching their foreheads together.

Atsushi smiled. “Merry Christmas, Ryu.”

38) Lee Atsushi, Ler Lucy

“You’re doing great, Lucy!” Atsushi encouraged, a gentle smile on his face as he drifted alongside the redheaded girl, who was hugging the wall of the skating rink as if her life depended on it. “You can let go now; I’ll be right here to catch you if you fall.”

Lucy huffed at him. “Easy for you to say, Mr. Catlike Balance. And don’t just say stuff like that so casually!”

“Huh?” He blinked at her, genuinely confused. “But it’s true. Come on, Lucy, you can let go.”

She grumbled under her breath, but eventually pried herself away from the wall one hand at a time, wobbling unsteadily but able to keep her balance for the most part. She attempted to push off gently, gliding forward two feet at a time.

“There you go, see? You’re a natural,” Atsushi praised, grinning, skating along beside her. It was true he was able to pick up ice skating fairly quickly thanks to his inner catlike qualities, but he thought Lucy was picking up relatively quickly in her own right, too.

“This is ridiculous,” she grumbled. “I look like a child.”

“Everyone has a first time on the ice, you know. It’s no problem. No one’s looking at you weird or anything.”

Lucy turned her head to glance around and confirm what he was saying, but the instant she did so her balance was lost, and she began to flail. Atsushi rushed forward to help her just as he promised, making sure she didn’t fall, but in her attempt to steady herself she grabbed onto the nearest thing – which happened to be the weretiger’s hips.

Had he reacted any differently, she’d have been mortified at herself. But the way he squeaked and giggled while never letting go of her only made her blink at him in surprise.

“Atsushi?” she asked. “What was that?”

“N-Nothing,” he murmured, gently guiding her hands back to the wall instead of his waist. “I’m just kind of ticklish there. You surprised me.”

Lucy stared at him, then gave him a playful smirk. “Ooh, ticklish, huh?”

Atsushi whimpered, but it was no use. She reached for him again, this time holding his waist while tickling his ribs, and he squealed with giggles again, attempting to back up but taking her with him thanks to her grip on him, and soon they were both too far away from the wall to fall back on it if need be. Others skated by them with knowing looks in their eyes, but Atsushi could only giggle and squirm in her arms.

“Luhuhuhuhucy!” he whined. “Plehehehehehease!”

“What’s the matter?” she teased back, far too pleased with herself. “Don’t cats like getting their bellies rubbed?”

He’d have argued that he was a tiger, not a cat, but he was too wrapped up in his own laughter to manage it. What had started as an ice skating lesson for Lucy quickly turned into a giggly, tickly dance on the ice for both of them.

He couldn’t quite bring himself to say he didn’t enjoy it.

39) Lee Fyodor, Ler Dazai

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dazai,” Fyodor said as he put on his coat, reaching for the doorknob.

Suddenly a hand was on his wrist, tugging him away from the front door. “Baby, it’s cold outside~” Dazai sang in what was probably supposed to be a purposely bad singing voice.

Fyodor smirked a little. “I’m not staying the night.”

“Baby, it’s cold outside~”

“You realize this song implies the singers wish to engage in some kind of unseemly activity—”

Dazai tugged him away again, further into the living room, grinning. “Baby, it’s cold outside~”

“Is that all you’re going to say?”

“I’ll say a lot more if you stay the night with me,” Dazai replied, wrapping his arms around Fyodor’s waist. “Come on, it’s Christmas Eve. What’s the point in leaving? You’ll be here in the morning, won’t you?”

“If I stay, you know you’ll try to convince me to do something other than sleep, and I’m not in the mood for—”

Suddenly the detective had whirled him around and pushed him back onto the couch with an “oomph!”, straddling his lap as he smiled at him innocently. “Beautiful, what’s your hurry~?”

“Dazai—”

“Your eyes are like starlight now~”

“You’re singing it all out of order, you goofball—”

With a mighty flourish, Dazai reached his personal crescendo while sliding his hands up Fyodor’s back to trace along his spine. “Baby, it’s cold outside!”

“Ah!” Fyodor gasped, a wobbly smile on his lips now as he arched away from the detective’s touch. “Dazai, dohohon’t—!”

“Won’t you stay, bunny?” Dazai teased into his ear as he began to tickle lightly, drawing muffled giggles out of his partner. “I promise we can just cuddle and sleep, nothing else. Unless you want to~”

“Wihihihihihill you lehehehehehet me tahahahahahalk, dahahahahamn it?!” Fyodor cried, unable to help his wide smile and blushing cheeks as Dazai darted around to scratch at his sides. “Fihihihine, fine, I’ll stahahahahahay, you evil gehehehehehenius!”

“Evil genius? Me? Better check the mirror, bunny,” Dazai teased, then kissed him before he could protest further.

They did, in fact, only cuddle and sleep as promised – with some light tickles thrown in on both sides to make the night a bit more fun.

40) Lee Poe, Ler Ranpo

It was exceedingly difficult to focus on the task at hand when Ranpo kept trying to show off all these different writing quills.

To be fair, they were beautiful – pretty designs, soft plumes, and the pens themselves were of very fine quality. Poe would have been happy to own any of them. But Ranpo’s enthusiasm was distracting him, because while they would have made excellent writing tools, they would also been great tools for…other things.

“Look at this one,” Ranpo said excitedly, grabbing Poe’s hand and brushing the feather end of the quill along his palm. “Sooo soft, right? You would hardly feel it!”

I’d feel it in other ways, Poe thought, but cleared his throat and managed, “Y-Yes, quite so. It is very nice.”

“Ooh, or this one!” The detective swapped it out with yet another quill, and so their afternoon continued.

They’d gone out with the singular mission of finding gifts for the other members of the ADA. It was a half-date, half-errand, and Poe was happy to spend time with him either way. But those quills…

“I want to get one for you,” Ranpo said suddenly, squinting up at him. “Which one is your favorite?”

“Huh?” Poe sputtered, growing even more flustered at the thought of owning one of those beautiful, tickly quills. “I-I…we’re not here for…”

Ranpo waved his hand. “I know, I know. But I still have to find a gift for you, too, and I think one of these would be perfect. You like them, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” Poe admitted.

“Then pick one! Which one is calling out to you? Which one can you see yourself writing the next bestselling novel with?”

Poe’s eyes roamed over the array of quills Ranpo had shown off to him so far.

Then suddenly the detective had pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “And which one do you think would tickle the most?”

“Huh-wha?!” Poe staggered back, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep from screeching. His eyes were wide, but Ranpo’s were knowing. Too knowing.

“You can’t get anything past me. I’ve seen the way your eyes light up every time I brush one along your hand or arm. So, pick your favorite, and later we’ll have some fun with it to break it in. Okay?”

Poe blushed, but he couldn’t deny that Ranpo was right. Shakily, he reached out for the one with the softest plume; it was a bonus that it also happened to look pretty. He barely had it off the shelf before Ranpo had snatched it from him, wiggling along his ear playfully.

“Ranpo,” Poe hissed out a giggle, covering his mouth again. “Not here!”

“Don’t worry, Poe,” Ranpo teased, winking at him. “I won’t let anyone else have the privilege of seeing you laugh your heart out while I tickle you with this~”

After that, Poe was more than eager to finish up their errands so they could move on to their new evening agenda.

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bunchofstraydogs · 3 months

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@nihilo-sensei Sorry for the late response, i gave up on writing lmao.

I see where you’re coming from, but to be honest, I don’t see BEAST!Atsushi and Kyōka joining canon verse ADA. B!Atsushi is, at best, unhinged. Far more than canon Atsushi ever was. Some things in our lives get so deeply engraved into our souls, that it becomes our nature. Beast Atsushi isn’t good, nor inherently evil, he’s just wild. Feral, actually, would be the perfect word to describe him. You can’t have someone as bloodthirsty, terrified, and unstable in ADA. They’re a detective agency that first and foremost have a duty to protect the public, not a sanctuary for the mistreated. While they comprise of such people, Beast Atsushi would be more of a liability, despite him being a far better and more competent fighter than canon Atsushi.

And where Atsushi goes, so does Kyoka, and that hasn’t changed.

For canon and beast SSKK meeting, i will remove everyone else from the equation and focus on these chuckleheads.

Beast SSKK doesn’t have the same dynamic and connection canon SSKK does. This fact mainly affects how Chuuyas would perceive the other two. And among the four of them, only B!Dazai would have a clear understanding of the situation.

Let’s start with Dazai. Beast Dazai is vastly different than canon Dazai. In canon, Dazai was set off on a better path by Odasaku. He’s also grown to care about people and doing relatively right by them. He also lives because he doesn’t want his death to hurt others. He has a goal, he has done good (he’s far from being good, though), and people depend on him.

Beast Dazai, on the other hand, while knowing the other side of things, is entirely whacked in the head and selfish. Obsessed, even. He also never had Oda in his life, only knew him from memories that weren’t even his. He is far colder than canon Dazai (not that the canon one is a ray of sunshine). While he did steer the mafia to protect people from the shadows, his only goal was to make certain that Oda lives and becomes the author he wanted. That, and to be friends with Odasaku, something that seems to be impossible for him. He never truly cared much about the rest.

Dazais wouldn’t take well to each other. I am certain Beast Dazai would actually hate canon Dazai on some level for getting to experience friendship with Oda and for “letting” Oda die. Canon Dazai, on the other hand, would at first look at his parallel self notice the sheer difference, the emptiness and darkness, and would see him as the biggest threat, actually. Because it’s true, his greatest enemy is, and always will be, himself. In this situation for a different reason other than his inner demons. Because who else can pose the intellectual challenge to Dazai better than Dazai. And this one in particular has the upper hand, knowing what he does.

Neither of them would concern much with Chuuya of either world, as they pose larger threat to each other.

Chuuyas, on the other hand, well. Unfortunately, we haven’t seen much of Beast Chuuya, so I don’t know how different he is not having the history with Dazai he does in canon. Nor do we know how he joined. But he appears to be the same spicy, loyal Chuuya as he is in canon. His disdain for Dazai is larger than in canon, but his loyalty is holding him in place and is aware that Dazai is above him. Canon SSKK are a duo, partners, equals, whatever have you. So the power dynamic is different.

That said, the difference in the Dazais is obvious at first glance, and both notice it.

I think that, the more those two talk and provoke each other, the more they realize how unlike the state of things are between them. That gets them even more confused and weary.

But to cut it short, Chuuyas would be able to coexist with each other.

Beast Chuuya would be annoyed with canon Dazai at most, but loyal to his Dazai and serve him in the end.

Canon Chuuya would fall into a familiar tandem with his Dazai to resolve the very big problem that Beast Dazai poses.

Beast Dazai wouldn’t care much about the situation. He’s not looking to cause a ruckus in the canon world or any tangible trouble for the other two (besides just mind fucking with them for his own amusement), as Oda is already dead in their world so any effort on his part is wasted.

And canon Dazai would hyper focus on Beast Dazai, of course not leaving Beast Chuuya out of the equation. But given the chance, he may try to play things off and annoy Beast Chuuya by “ordering” him around as he is his “boss” and tell canon Chuuya to be more like Beast one.

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I cannot guarantee the accuracy of this text. It’s been years since I read BEAST and I definitely forgot things. It’s also been a hot moment since i last immersed myself in the franchise, so ya. Don’t take it to heart. Hope you liked it.

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The world of BUNGO STRAY DOGS is entirely circled around the cores of betrayal and loyalty. There are distinct sides—the good and the bad—organizations and factions that each person with a gifted power stands alongside, whether that be the cruelness of the Port Mafia, the righteousness of the Detective Agency, the Hunting Dogs, the Guild, or even the Decay of the Angel.

But what if that betrayal came from someone he considered trusted? And far beyond that, the only one he would ever get to love and cherish?

You, his one and only confidant, turned out to be working for the other side. His entire world crashes.

You’re not who you said you were.

In fact, your entire presence was just to trick him—an elaborate ploy to infiltrate and sabotage. Whether for the Port Mafia, the Guild, the Detective Agency, it hurt—so much more than he ever thought. This life he had, with you, all shattered before his very eyes.

It was only a matter of time, he thought, before someone would deceive him—stab him in the back—yet again. But that betrayal in his chest still destroyed him from the inside out. Each cut deeper than the last, leaving behind metaphorical scars that never truly healed. Even now, as he stood alone exactly where he heard of your treachery, shortly then fleeing and disappearing, almost as if you were never there to begin with, he felt the weight of it all.

He had let himself believe, if only for a fleeting moment, that he had found someone he could trust, someone who saw him for who he truly was. But now, as all but the truth unravelled before him, he realized that it had all been a lie—a cruel, deceptive illusion designed to lure him into a trap. And it worked.

The realization sank in. Now what?

His sense of justice. Everything that he’d been striving for. Were you an exception or not? You were the enemy, someone who was deeply involved in the schemes and machinations of the organization you were from.

Never did he want to believe that this was all true. How could he dare to lay his hands on you…?

Unfortunately, that decision wasn’t up to him. But when he is confronted with you face to face for the first time, he hesitates. And you saw that. You stared back at him, as if daring him to act first.

In the depths of his eyes, you saw something more.

Whether he is the one to put you down or not, he wouldn’t—he couldn't—be the one to make that choice. And you were well aware of that, after being with him for so long.

For in that moment, with the knife poised to strike, he realized the truth. It wasn't his hand that held the power to end your life—it was yours.

In a final act of sacrifice and twisted compassion, you took matters into your own hands. Because, with a knife right in your heart, you guided the knife and directed it toward your own flesh, holding that knife and plunging even deeper into your own stomach. With each agonizing twist of the knife, blood coated your and his own hand, even as you continued to bleed, you did not falter.

You wanted to make it easy for him.

He was the one who had to kill you. All he had to do was act. But in the end, it was you who held his fate in your hands. You knew he couldn’t do the job. All the while, he stood there, paralyzed by the weight of his own indecision.

And though the pain of betrayal would never truly fade, so too would the pain of your loss.

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PART 2 - continuation with dazais pov! enjoy <33

part 1 is here.

Longing is within human nature.

It is within our genetic makeup as human beings, to want things we simply cannot have. To desire, to crave for something that is unattainable, with yearning pulling the arteries and veins of your heart to make it beat and scream: /I want him, I want him to be so irrevocably mine that no one will ever take him away from me./

Too bad Dazai was the one to let him go first.

Dazai does not regret his choices of leaving a place that did nothing but fester the darkness within his own sorry excuse for a heart, until his own veins were bathed with blood he no longer recognised. Although, he can’t help but feel his blood stained hands aching to feel a familiar body wrapped around his again.

A heart he does not have, yet those moments when he was around a familiar redhead, all fiery and blue painting his world, something that resembled a heartbeat roared in his chest till he thought he was going to die.

Most nights surrounded with bottles of sake in his quiet and lonely apartment, the detective dreams of hues of red and blue; the flurry of colors brightening his sky until he thought he might explode from it all. He wakes remembering a smile so bright, of hands so gentle and tender accompanied with harsh words with a soft tone.

In those 4 years spent in hiding, Dazai felt as though none of it was real. That he had simply dreamt of nights full of tangled bodies, with mornings spent in arms that made him feel more alive than any drug could ever.

Although he took what he could, even if it meant opening up the show curtains and layering on his true feelings with masks he longer recognized, with makeup and costumes he loathed to wear all to spend time with Chuuya, then Dazai would do anything. /Anything/ to feel the familiar warmth that he has been craving for 4 years swimming in his bloodstream, to feel high when he watches the deep hue of red take over the sky as the world crumbles around them.

/Anything./

“He’s my partner,” Dazai had simply told Atsushi one day before the Lovecraft fight. “He’s my annoying chib-sized dog that cannot think for himself. I can’t think of anything worse than seeing that tacky hat again.”

Atsushi had fidgeted on his seat, when he reluctantly asked “it’s been years since you last saw him.. Aren’t you worried he’ll betray you because you’re on opposite sides now?”

The detective softly chuckled, “oh, don't you know, Atsushi-kun? A dog always answers to their master, no matter how many years they’ve been apart for.”

Dazai supposes he was talking about himself in this instance. He sat with his imaginary tail wagging behind him, swaying swiftly with excitement awaiting to see the only man that could ever beacon his call.

It felt like flying, when they had finally stood side by side once again; it felt like his defective heart had finally pumped again after years when he saw the beautiful destruction of his partner and corruption.

It was a drug he couldn’t get enough of, and it was in the form of Nakahara Chuuya.

Seeing Chuuya in that port mafia bar where they used to go as teenagers and watching his (ex) partner laugh and smile softly among others, made the aching in his heart unbearable. His veins itched to feel the familiar high, to be so wrapped around in the redhead’s world that he saw him and him only.

The pinching of his heart directed him to follow the executive into the alleyway; the hole in his chest that has been growing for 4 years pushed him to hold onto the redhead; the roaring of his heart convinced him to press his lips to the familiar slope of his shoulder.

“I missed you,” he whispers against his jaw.

You make me feel so alive, he wants to scream from the top of his lungs, I had to leave, I’m so sorry, but please come back to me, Chuuya.

How did he ever let this feeling go? The feeling of someone so powerful that could tear him into shreds in seconds, that deserved someone so much better than him, that loved him like it was as easy as breathing air?

Bandaged hands dig into the amble waist, he imagines his nails breaking through the flesh until he’s bathing in his lover's blood until no one could tell them apart. He imagines peeling back the flesh, delicately opening his ribcage and making a home near his heart.

“Osamu,” Chuuya pleads, a leather glove holding whatever is left of his heart in his hand.

Tears prick in his eyes, his heart roaring in his chest hearing a name that he hasn’t heard in years coming from the man he is so irrevocably obsessed with. Say it again, he begs in his mind, say it again and tell me that I can be yours again. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry–

He watches the way azure eyes stare at him, with so much agony and sorrow that all Dazai wants to do is jump through his iris and swim within his mind, if only it meant he could always be with him. To die by those blue eyes would be an honor.

Seeing that weak smile accompanied with “congratulations on leaving. You did what you had to, trust me, out of everyone I fucking get that,” made the ghost of a heart in Dazai’s chest ache with agony, the hollowness in his chest spread into his limbs until they hung on by a single tendon ready to be cut off with gloved hands.

He wishes he had taken those gloved hands that night and whisked him away into the light. Though it would’ve been difficult, and the brightness of it all would’ve burned and scarred their very skin, they would’ve done it /together./ They would have figured out how to be gentle, tender and kind in a world that had only ever rejected them as children, learned how to bathe in the light rather than keen away in fear.

It would’ve been beautiful. It would’ve been magical.

The night that Dazai Osamu fled the mafia, he had only taken the clothes off of his own back and a leather choker.

If Dazai Osamu, one half of soukoku, and dubbed as the Demon Prodigy, fell asleep in those years in hiding clutching a familiar leather choker with tear stains on his pillow and his black heart spilling across the sheets; that was only for him and his four walls to know.

It was bound to happen, Dazai muses over as he watches the flurry of red and black disappear out of the alleyway.

/Everything worth wanting, is lost the moment I obtain it./

It had happened when he so foolishly believed he had found his own little safe corner in the mafia with Odasaku and Ango.He had so foolishly prayed that whatever gods that observed him from above would at least give him the decency to keep Chuuya in his life.

/You will,/ his heart roared, /you will get him back./ Dazai vows that he will do whatever it takes to get his partner, his one and only, back into his life.

And in the end, his heart will finally beat on its own, beating in all its glory and it will be beautiful.

#bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bsd #bsd fic #nakahara chuuya #skk fic #thread fic #skk angst #soukoku fic #skk fanfic #soukoku #they make me miserable #inspired by still got it by troye sivan

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Community Service- Soukoku & Shin Soukoku

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Recovery date: July 3rd, 2023

Description: Shin Soukoku & Soukoku must face their greatest foe yet, community service and children.

Notes: N/A

Word count: 1 287

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The port mafia is the most feared organization in all of Yokohama; it reigns supreme over the underground dealings of the city. Behind the curtains of the city’s stage, it protects the citizens in the dark of the night and works in tandem with the armed detective agency and special divisions for unusual powers. While they rule the night, the special divisions for unusual powers and military police guard the day and the armed detective agency watches over the twilight hours. This scheme was set up by Natsume-sensei, it’s called-

“Dazai-san, what does that have to do with this?” Atsushi asked, completely exasperated, as he waved at the park behind him.

Dazai, sat lounging on a bench, opened his eyes and frowned.

“So mean Atsushi-kun, I was getting ther-”

“Oi! Shitty Mackerel, cut to the chase and help us set up!”

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners? It’s rude to interrupt people, chibi, this is why you have no friends.”

If Chuuya wasn’t in the middle of setting up a welcome banner, he would have charged Dazai right then and there, but Akutagawa was almost done fastening the otherside.

“Dazai-san, please just cut to the chase. Why are we helping with a camp sports day, and why is he here?” Atsushi asked, pointing at Akutagawa.

The mafioso turned a sharp glare on the tiger as Rashoumon carefully picked up a roll of tape and launched it at Atsushi’s head. It hit him right on the forehead.

Atsushi fully turned to face the other boy, who was standing somewhat precariously on the edge of a step ladder, and began to storm over only to be caught by his collar. He jerked back sharply, ending up on his butt at Dazai’s feet, making Akutagawa snicker before turning back to the banner.

“It’s crooked,” Atsushi spat.

“It can’t be worse than your bangs.”

“Oh, ‘cause yours are so much better.”

“This is team bonding,” Chuuya finally cut in, giving up on Dazai. “Your job today is to calmly handle civilians in stressful situations.”

“And what’s more stressful than a bunch of brats high on the joys of youth. Atsushi-kun, can you bring me a balloon?”

Atsushi frowned as he paused in thought.

“I don’t think you can kill yourself with the helium.”

“It’s not for me,” Dazai smiled, jumping up off the bench and strolling over to Chuuya, “it’s for chibi, here.”

Chuuya, who had been using his ability to float up and hold the banner, dropped out of the air with an angry cry as Dazai jumped up and smacked his ass. The gravity manipulator had been expecting some sort of terrorization, it’s why he’d tucked his legs in on himself, and thinking he’d found a way out of Dazai’s antics was truly a mistake.

“We should tie it to his wrist so we don’t lose him in the sea of-oof!”

“Jinko, finish the banner.”

“Would it kill you to say please?!”

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At half past eleven, the four camps showed up at the park for the picnic. Elementary school children poured into the park, racing to find the little signs with their group names so they could sit and be sent to get food.

Dazai had just finished setting out the onigiri platters when they arrived while Atsushi and Chuuya brought coolers of juice boxes in from the ADAs car. Akutagawa, for reasons still unknown to Atsushi, was set as greeter.

Laughter and chatter filled the park as the four made plates for the kids and handed them out, and as they shoved their faces with food their councilors went through the itinerary. Tug of war, a tag tournament, the usual.

Atsushi looked over his copy of the itinerary, carefully annotated by Kunikida, and tried to ignore the sharp stare coming from over his shoulder.

While pestering Chuuya, Dazai had accidently destroyed the executive’s itinerary, and so the man had asked to look over Atsushi’s. Which was fine. In fact, Chuuya was starting to grow on Atsushi and vice versa. No, the problem was the other mafioso who refused to ask to see the itinerary. If he asked, Atsushi might say yes, but Akutagaawa was being stubborn and choosing to read awkwardly over the detective’s shoulder.

To thin the crowd out, Dazai and Chuuya would take half the kids on a scavenger hunt down by the river, and Atsushi and Akutagaawa would run a tug of war tournament.

The weretiger wasn’t sure whether he was more terrified of Dazai being near a body of water, Dazai and Chuuya being together, or himself being stuck with Akutagawa. How was this team building?

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“Do any of them have any experience with children?” Taeneda asked, cautiously breaking the silence that had fallen over the meeting.

“Nakajima-kun was raised in an orphanage.”

“Any positive experiences?” He pushed uneasily.

“I’m sure Akutagawa-kun will be fine once he warms up to them.”

“That is far from reassuring.”

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“Ready?” Atushi called, biting back a laugh at the infectious cheers from the two teams. “Okay, three… two… one… pull!”

He’d barely stepped back when the two teams of ten year olds began yelling and pulling as hard as they could on the thick rope. Around them, the other groups cheered their friends on.

Akutagawa stood back under the shade of a tree, where Atsushi joined him to watch the first match unfold.

The two teams jerked back and forth as the opposing sides gave particularly harsh tugs, until team one finally pulled the center ribbon past their pilon in one particularly hard yank. Cheers erupted from the audience, joined by playful taunts at the losing team. Atsushi was about to set up the next match when he noticed the teams from the first one crowding around the center.

Before he could call out to them, Akutagawa had pushed off the tree and was standing over the kids.

A faint sense of anxiety settled in Atsushi’s stomach as he expected Akutagawa to snap at the kids to get moving. Would he scare them? Atsushi didn’t know how to handle crying children, not to mention the counselors wouldn’t be happy.

He watched as Akutagawa crouched down, and his brows furrowed in confusion as the kids seemed perfectly fine around the ever grouchy man.

“Is everything alright?”

Akutagawa didn’t answer. Instead he stood up, and Atsushi watched as his weight shifted back for a moment like he was pulling on something.

“Everything’s fine, you can start the next match.”

When Akutagawa finally turned around, he was holding hands with a little boy whose eyes were a little red and cheeks were stained with tears. Atsushi began to whip his head around frantically as he looked for a councilor or one of his colleagues, where was the first aid kit, should they call an ambulance?

“Stop gaping, Jinko,” Akutagawa snapped, making the kid laugh. “Just grab a water bottle, napkin, and band aid. He just skinned his knee.”

Snapping out of his panic, Atsushi realized that the boy's right knee was indeed bloody and muddy. He glared at Akutagawa.

“Let’s go sit over there,” he offered to the boy. “That way you can sit while we patch you up.”

The little boy nodded and started pulling Akutagawa off to the nearby bench as Atsushi went to find what he needed.

Akutagawa was surprisingly gentle with the kid, Atsushi could hear him gently talking to the boy, as he cleaned and bandaged his knee. The kid was quickly back on his feet just in time to cheer on the fourth match, leaving the pair by themselves again.

“So you’re secretly good with kids.”

“Worry more about yourself, how do you expect to save anyone if you panic over a skinned knee.”

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The Sun, The Moon, and The Space Between Them

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Chuuya knows he won't ever really reach Dazai, not in a way that matters.

He feels like the sun chasing the moon. Round and around the planet, fruitless and meaningless, but nevertheless steadfast in his chase.

And yes in actuality, the sun is no more going around the earth then the moon around mercury, but even so the metaphor still holds.

Though Dazai isn't directly in his grasp, stuck within the strength of his gravity, the idiot still orbits him. Even with the buffer of his promise, the wish Dazai is desperately trying to fulfill, he still falls within Chuuya's reach.

The Sun has a grasp on the Moon that only the Earth can distort.

Chuuya can't help but to see Dazai's adopted goal of "saving people" as the Earth stealing his Moon.

The mafioso didn't know the day Dazai disappeared, dropping off the radar. He knew three days later returning home from a no contact mission, jetlagged and exhausted, the burning heat of his car turned a flaming hunk of metal.

It was a shock.

It shouldn't have been, it was not an impossibility, just simply not a possibility Chuuya had ever really considered. Dazai was the mafia, he carried and embodied the very essence of it in whatever remained of his soul. He thrived and blossomed in the backstabbing world of crime the mafia offered. If Chuuya didn't know any better he'd believe that Dazai's blood truly was mafia black. It had been admirable to Chuuya once, in a dark and twisted way.

So no, Chuuya had never thought to expect Dazai's absence. It was, in a figurative sense, a sobering experience.

But when all is said and done, the two years of Dazai's disappearing act was akin to the moon's time that it spends hiding behind the earth.

Fast, fleeting, and vaguely lonely.

When his partner resurfaced now a part of the Armed Detective Agency, an organization more or less new to Chuuya, the mafioso let him be. Watching Dazai from afar. In the beginning he attempted to, in his own mind, excuse his behavior as precaution of a known deserter, but the lie didn't hold for long. Chuuya knew he cared about what happened to Dazai, that he wanted him alive and relatively safe. If he truly wanted him dead he could have killed him a thousand times over. Or simply let the dumbass do it himself.

Chuuya wasn't stupid, not really.

He didn't want the other dead, he would always do anything in his power to prevent that. He was too old to keep lying to himself.

Dazai knew of Chuuya's surveillance. Because of course he did. Dazai was one of the most paranoid little fuckers Chuuya will ever know, the redhead had expected detection sooner rather than later.

Nothing changed in light of his discovery. The only difference was Dazai's new interest in posing for security cameras. Chuuya's surveillance files were soon filled with a wide selection of ridiculous photos, but that was the only true sign that Dazai was acknowledging his presence. No coded messages or subtle signs to meet at any of the usual places, just silly pictures and radio silence.

The two were at a standoff. Neither willing to be the first to make contact after so long.

The two had been inseparable since first meeting, the longest they had ever been away from each other had been two weeks. Two weeks until Dazai had made it two years.

Well that wasn't quite right, was it? Chuuya had left for Europe on a two month long mission, two weeks of it being deep cover, with no unnecessary contact. Who had really left who?

Semantics aside, the two year long period of the Moon no longer reflecting his Sun, had left the partners at odds with one another, wary and unsure.

Neither of them would breach that deep divide that time had carved between them. Neither of them quite knew how too, there was too much that had changed, the rules were too different and too strange. Could they even really still be considered partners after all this time?

So they continued as they were, and stayed away. A third year passed by in this manner, deeping the canal of distance between them. Then a fourth year slipped through their fingers with nothing but the same. And now crossing the gap seemed even more impossible.

Until fate forced its will and Dazai was strung up in a Port Mafia basement, captured by a child on the orders of his old apprentice.

Chuuya had debated staying away. He strongly considered it, wrestling it over in his mind, rocking back and forth between options. He'd finally decided against going into that basement, where his partner hung, decided against reaching out to the other in their own fucked up way.

That is till Dazai stayed.

This. This was familiar. Dazai captured but content, waiting for rescue even though he was perfectly capable of escaping by himself. This was a sign, a signal. The first in years. Dazai was reaching out, after four years, the bastard had decided now was the time for some grand reunion.

And as he always would, Chuuya reached back with grasping fingers.

He stalks down the steps that lead to the basement cell Akutagawa had decided to put Dazai in, a cell Dazai could have escaped days ago. Chuuya lets his ability spread out far beyond the confines of his body. Lets it envelope and consume all that surrounds him, lets it travel down the steps to push into the cell and make the stagnant air heavy with his strength. Chuuya announces his presence and his power and when a familiar shape of resistance tugs at For The Tainted Sorrow, he can't help but grin.

As elusive as Dazai continues to be, Chuuya will remain as he always has, steadfast in his pursuit, never too far behind.

He is the Sun.

The center of the solar system. And while the moon may orbit the earth, it would never break free of the sun's all powerful pull.

And as Chuuya meets Dazai eyes, he's positive that the Moon must revel in the allure that his elusiveness has on the Sun.

Must bask in the feeling of being a god's one true desire.

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Bury me.(In Make-out Creek)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cNVBeoH by Chuuyas_fan Dazai Osamu has never cared much for Valentine’s Day. How could he? The Port Mafia was no place for love, and as the demon prodigy, for him, love was an unknown phenomenon, uncharted land. It wasn’t something he could capture or something he could hold in the palm of his hand. Despite being the ‘Demon Prodigy’, despite having a functional heart that pumped blood through his every vein, he still found himself unable to spare anyone a smidgen of sympathy, let alone the rubbish fools called love. Never had he felt bad about it though. He would rather not be in love, such a thing would be more of a threat, jeopardizing his power. Love can make one weak, It can tempt you with a false sense of security. Leading you to become isolated with no light at the end of the tunnel, not even a glimpse. Dazai Osamu has never been in love, nor has he ever wanted to. Yet, here he is, stressing over how to get a slug to be his Valentine. Oh, how he hates Chuuya. Or; five times Dazai tried to ask Chuuya to be his valentine and one time he succeeded. Words: 1780, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Armed Detective Agency and Port Mafia Ensembles (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Ensemble & Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Dectective Agency Ensemble & Port Mafia Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Pining Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is Bad at Feelings (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fluff and Angst, Only a little bit of angst though, Pining Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Getting Together, Soukoku | Double Black (Bungou Stray Dogs), Soft Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs), Teenage Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), 5+1 Things, Armed Detective Agency Member Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Caring Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is a Little Shit (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya Is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs), Caring Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), i love them, valentines day, Minor Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Minor Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cNVBeoH

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nonhumen · 1 year

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@chaosbled : The luxury car pulled to a stop outside of their shared apartment building, & he tipped their driver & hopped out, offering his hand to help the brunet. “I mean, at least no one got hurt, doesn’t that count for something?” Chuuya winced as he realized he’d asked Dazai a question, giving him an apologetic look. He’d known something was wrong as the ADA apprehended the woman & she’d made direct eye contact with Dazai & breathed out a single word. Vertias. An eerie green glow had enveloped Dazai & knocked him to the ground. He immediately understood thanks to those endless foreign language classes Ane-san had forced on him. It was Latin for ‘truth’.

He remembered the farm boy asking Dazai if he was okay, & when the detective answered bluntly that he felt like shit, everyone had turned to stare at him in surprise. Even Dazai had seemed shocked by his own reply; had tried to reassure him again that he was okay & again, but only the truth would come out. As they soon learned, the spell made him physically incapable of lying. Not only that, he couldn’t choose to stay silent either, covering his mouth & trying to hold it back delayed the response but eventually his mouth forced him to answer. Someone taking back the question didn’t work either, once it was out there, Dazai had to answer.

The look of horror on his partner’s face when he’d realized this was unmistakable.

“This is why I fuckin’ hate witches, they can’t just punch you, it’s always gotta be some twisted psychological shit; & you can’t do anything to nullify it because ‘magic’ is different than Abilities. I’m going to call Kisara in the morning, she might be a doctor but she’s also studied just about every form of spell casting & ritual healing out there, I’m sure she’ll have some kind of potion she can brew to fix your brain so you can shut up again.”

He couldn’t imagine having to spill the 100% honest, unfiltered truth to every question someone asked, he’d probably just open up the ground & let it swallow him. For someone as deeply private as Dazai was, he could see what a nightmare this situation was. Hence why he’d immediately offered to get him out of there before his coworkers could torment him too much with this newfound vulnerability. The Mafia Boss unlocked the door once they reached their floor & stepped inside as it locked itself behind them again.

At least here, Dazai didn’t have to worry about saying anything that could potentially torpedo the new life he was trying to build for himself. He took off his shoes, jacket, gloves & scarf before heading to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of rich, aged whiskey off of the rack & poured two generous glasses, hesitated, then also brought the bottle over, handing one of the glasses to Dazai as he took a seat beside him. He looked like he needed it. “Are you going to be okay? Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked his lover, more out of instinct then anything. Then immediately brought a hand up to his mouth when he realized his mistake. “Sorry.”

no longer human is meant to be his shield. it protects him from harm, from the pain of knowing others. he relies on it heavily. in this world of gifted, dazai is the immovable shield. so of the few instances where something happens to not be an ability, dazai is always the first to get hurt. this time is no different. he feels something shift in his very core when that single word is spoken right through him. what happens next is the worst possible outcome.

truth. it spills from dazai's lips over and over again. his ribcage has been violently torn open to expose his insides for all to see. nothing stops it, not covering his mouth or holding his breath. they do simple tests -- basic questions to see the extent of this power over their most secretive detective. he cannot tell a lie. once a question is asked of him he must respond. no one can take back their questions. he must answer loud enough for the asker to hear.

dazai feels sick. he wants to die. he wants to sew his mouth shut. he wants to cut his vocal chords and never speak again. and that is when chuuya stepped in to take him home. dazai knows his fellow detectives wouldn't exploit this curse, but the fear of something slipping is enough to make him look ill. he stares out the window for the entire ride home, shoulders tense and half his body turned away from chuuya. anything to tell the boss not to speak to him.

but getting chuuya to shut up is like waiting for the sun to rise in the west. he flinches at the lilt in his voice that poses a question. " no, no one was physically hurt, and i guess that does count for something. " it's sharp like spitfire as the truth unhappily continues to fall from his mouth. " in the morning... " great, that's at least twelve hours stuck like this unless this spell happened to just run out on its own. maybe he will just tape his mouth shut.

when they finally arrive, dazai has practically stepped out of the car before it completely stops. he had hoped that finally getting inside their apartment would give him an ounce of safety, but he only feels the same unease growing in the pit of his stomach. it's been a lot time since he's felt like this, felt this vulnerable.

dazai drinks merely for pleasure instead of to forget or dull the pain like chuuya does, but the idea of alcohol seems very appealing right now. he takes the glass, already in the process of pressing it to his lips when chuuya asks him another question. " i don't know. " eyes narrow when his voice betrays him once again. he looks away. " you can leave me alone. it's obvious you can't shut up to save your life. or mine. " dazai downs the liquid all at once.

there was a time when he would have said such scalding things to chuuya without a second thought, would even take pleasure in it. now, it just seems wrong, especially with how chuuya pulls him close and holds him so dearly. dazai sighs heavily, moving to fall onto the couch in defeat. " this is the worst. "

#chaosbled #𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 : ALL AN ACT / IC #𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 : THE ONES WHO SAVE ORPHANS / ADA VERSE #HE IS VERY UNHAPPY ABOUT ALL OF THIS

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nataliaphantomhivesblog · 3 years

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So you guys know that moment in Stormbringer were Chuuya punnished Dazai by spinning him upside down until he threw up?

Okay so let me tell you something: I love that section in SB so much.

Why do I love it so much? Because it shows us how Dazai and Chuuya's power dynamic is equal.

Here is the reasoning as to why Chuuya punnished Dazai:

"Of course I have the rights to take revenge here. He leaked N’s information to Verlaine to buy time, knowing that I would end up being tortured. And even if it is just a consequence, the detective did become a sacrifice because of such information. How can I let him get away with that?” Chuuya said, glaring at Dazai.

So as you can clearly see here, Chuuya doesn't let himself get pushed around by Dazai. If Dazai did something wrong, Chuuya makes sure that Dazai will own up to his mistakes.

Another thing to take note of here is that Chuuya himself admits that he has a justified reason to take revenge here, signifying that he doesn't "punnish" Dazai for every little thing he does.

Chuuya is obviously mad at Dazai here for not only him being the cause of Chuuya getting tortured, but for the detectives death too.

Dazai allows Chuuya to do this, he accepts that what he did was wrong. Its sort of a way for Dazai to atone for his actions. Dazai was the reason Chuuya got hurt so it's only fair for Dazai to get hurt too.

As I said before: balance

If one does a wrong doing, the other will almost immediatly own up to it. Dazai cannot take advantage of Chuuya and Chuuya cannot take advantage of Dazai. They hold equal power in their relationship.

Not to mention, they both were literally acting like kids while doing all this. Yes, what they did was messed up, but lets not forget they both were growing up in a very toxic enviorment: the literal Port Mafia.

This section in stormbringer is always taken way out of context. What Chuuya and Dazai were doing here was to show us how fair and equal their dynamic actually is.

And this part was also supposed to be taken in a comedic sense, this part wasn't for people to preach about how "abusive" their relationship is. (it's really not abusive but ok)

#Soukoku #Double Black #Stormbringer #Stormbringer spoilers #stormbringer bsd #dazai osamu #Chuuya nakahara #osamu dazai #Nakahara Chuuya #Chuuya and dazai #Dazai and chuuya #Chuuya x dazai #dazai x chuuya #bungou stray dogs #Bungo stray dogs #Bsd

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starglow-xx · 3 years

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(About the brother!atsushi) aRE YOU READING MY MIND MISS?! Because that has been on my mind for MONTHS. TYSM For writing it was amazing!! If you don't mind, may I request (if requests are open) atsushi, still an older brother, but with a sister that's 10-13 yrs old? It's totally fine if you don't wanna do it. Keep up the good stories, ily mwuah!

*sobs* you’re so kind thank youu 🤧🤧

i wrote this a bit differently i hope that’s okay anon! at first i planned for this to be mainly abt atsushi and the reader, but i decided to add in relationship hcs with the agency bc i ran out of ideas

if you guys liked this don’t worry! im planning a special part two for this one so be the look out for it hehe

atsushi with a tween! sister

ft. the armed detective agency

like in my baby sister hcs, you’re still the most important thing to him period

the two of you got picked up by dazai and kunikida when he was 18 (obviously) and when you were 12

for a 12 year old, you were a bit small bc of malnourishment (which makes atsushi feel so bad) so both dazai and kunikida thought you were a bit younger than you actually were

they assumed you were about 9-10ish

you and atsushi both share a favorite food !! chazuke :)

so when kunikida treated the two of you, he made sure you got more bowls bc like i mentioned above, he feels really bad that you were malnourished and under weight

(don’t bring this up but kunikida felt bad too hehe)

when dazai went with your brother to the warehouse, you were with kunikida

imagine the surprise of the other ada members when kunikida came in with a little girl dressed in rags that popped out from behind him

kenji was the one who vocalized his thoughts

“kunikida-san you have a daughter?! wow! i didn’t know that! :D”

when you found out your brother was a tiger, you were a bit concerned but you were actually kind of excited

you were even more excited when you found out the two of you were going to be taken in by the agency

anything was better than the stupid orphanage

and besides!

you got a tiger for an older brother and a bunch of other super powered agents to take care of you! who could want anything else?

at your age, you’re very impressionable and can be influenced easily so atsushi makes sure to teach you more in depth of good morals and the importance of kindness

his heart swells with pride and relief when he catches you being kind to others

pride bc he’s proud that even after all the two of you have gone through, you still ended up being a good kid and having a bright view of the world

and relief bc he hasn’t failed as a big brother

pfftt like he could ever fail

but please, from time to time reassure him that he’s perfect and the only big brother that you’d ever want bc he rlly needs that kind of validation

with his salary and savings, he tries to buy nice things for you

what a sweetheart 🥺

he saw you eyeing that one dress at a store window? fast forward abt a week and half and it’s inside a pretty gift bag for you

you wanted to try that dessert from the nice bakery? that’s dessert after dinner at one point

but other than buying you things, he sets money aside for you

like all the time

(y/n), here have this, you might need it”

“but nii-san you just gave me—”

“take it”

#1 spoiler

also your #1 confidant and source of physical affection

you tell him anything and everything (except crushies and those kinds of things)

atsushi loves it when you talk abt your day and he can see the big smile on your face and the sparkle in your eyes

it gives him the strength to keep going 😖😖

the two of you aren’t as touch starved as you’d probably think, but that’s only bc the two of you had each other

in your opinion, no one can match the hugs of your big brother

and it got even better bc YAYY he has tiger arms now ٩(◕‿◕)۶

if you ask, he’d carry you around too hehe

you also get nightmares quite often so he’ll always be there ready to calm you down, talk if you need to, and rock you back to sleep

god i love him 🤧🤧

atsushi will do everything in his power to protect you and make sure you get to grow up happy, supported, and loved

port mafia attack? oop he’s already taking you to the nearest escape route

someone is starting to harass you? they just got suckered punched into the next week

you want to go out to have some fun? he’ll go ask the president for a day off

you’re not feeling well? he’ll take another day off and take care of you

whatever you want to do, he’ll do it with you! (as long as it’s within reason)

will always be your #1 supporter! and he’s the president of your fan club hehe

he loves you so so much and will do anything for you; your life and happiness will always be more important to him

you are his reason to keep going

agency head canons !!

atsushi is your big brother, but kunikida is most definitely some sort of father figure

everyone can see it

except kunikida of course

kunikida scolds you lightly if he thinks your manners need work or if you make a mess in the agency

you listen to him of course and in turn as some sort of a reward, he’ll give you pieces of stationary

he always gives you the nice, good quality kind and you’re over the moon

atsushi adores it when you come running to him showing your new notebook or fountain pen and blabbering what you’re going to do with it

sometimes it isn’t even as a reward for being a good child; he’ll just give it to you and he’ll say smth like “i noticed you’ve used up your last notebook quite quickly, so here’s another one” or “did you run out of ink? here have this then”

he usually has a soft spot for children in general, but he most definitely has a soft spot (or a thousand) for you

yosano is kind of like a motherly figure to you

she gives you the guidance a mother should and goes on shopping trips with you!

atsushi always gets dragged along by you, but he thinks it’s worth it seeing you look so happy

yosano being a doctor also tries to teach the things you should know, or things that would be helpful to you

she’ll teach you the basics of cooking, sewing, how to treat a cold/fever, etc

also gives you excellent advice 1000% of the time

“remember (y/n)-chan if someone hurts you come tell me and then i’ll chop them into—”

“yOSANO-SENSEI DONT TELL HER THAT—”

fukuzawa is like a father to most in the agency but you see him more as a grandfather figure

bi weekly tea and gossip sessions hehe

along with cat talk!

most of the time though, it’s just you talking and him listening to you, but the two of you enjoy it nonetheless

“and then kunikida-san ended up crashing into a pole and dazai-san started to laugh at him and i did too because it was really funny but we ended up getting scolded—”

“hmm i see...”

he’ll let you stay in his office as he fills out paperwork; you’re usually doodling or drawing in your notebooks

sometimes he’ll meditate and you’ll join him, but 4/7 times you’d fall asleep

you always wake up with a blanket over you

dazai is like a cool but a highly concerning and kind of high maintenance uncle

frequently takes you out with him when he ditches work

walks in the park, eating at uzumaki so he has the excuse of treating you so he doesn’t have to pay his tab avoiding kunikida and sometimes chuuya and akutagawa, all that fun stuff

also tries to not talk abt suicide in front of you especially if it’s just the two of you alone

he knows that you mean the world to his pupil and that said pupil would probably hate him for putting suicide inside your brain

he teaches you random but useful things like how to pick a lock, how to steal kunikida’s notebook if you’re looking for some information, how to sweet talk your way out of things, etc.

is also the one to tell you that if you ever get a significant other to introduce them to the agency first

he always wants all of your gossip; some of them work pretty well for blackmail

“dazai-san! dazai-san! did you know that kunikida-san lost his glasses and he was looking for them for nearly an hour when he was just holding them the entire time??”

“woah really (y/n)-chan?! hey hey can you say it again into this recording device so kunikida-kun would believe me when i tell him—”

always ends up giving kunikida a heart attack when he says that you’ve been with him all day

ranpo is also like a cool but a highly concerning and kind of high maintenance uncle

will share some of his snacks, but don’t push it or you might not get anything at all

loves it when you compliment him

if you tagged along with him and your brother on a case, he will show off to impress you

“...and that’s how the crime happened”

“UWAHH RANPO-SAN YOU’RE SO COOL”

atsushi is lowkey and kunikida is highkey stressed that ranpo’s eating habits will rub off on you

“ne (y/n)-chan do you wanna try this highly caffeinated drink and this concerning amount of sugar filled snack?”

“can i really?!”

“rANPO-SAN NO—”

ranpo definitely does stuff like that on purpose

the tanizakis are like siblings to you!

a weird set of siblings but siblings nonetheless

the two of them adore you and think you’re precious

atsushi definitely knows how to do your hair whether it’s long or short but he got even better at it when he asked the two

hehe braid trains are definitely a thing + kyouka and kenji (and maybe even dazai)

sometimes you have sibling swap days

you’re with junichiro for most of the day and atsushi is with naomi

strange i know

each of the tanizaki siblings try to make it fun bc they know that the two of you did not at all have a happy upbringing

junichiro likes spending time with you by taking you out to different places that naomi likes to frequent

like the mall, different stores and restaurants, the park, places like those

naomi does the same thing with atsushi so if you ever bump into them, you go out and eat together :)

besides atsushi, the next one in line who spoils you the most would be junichiro (and yosano & kunikida both coming in at a close third)

he honestly can’t help it; you remind him of how naomi was when she was younger

and besides

he’s always been a sucker when it came to the happiness of a little sister

“would you really buy this for me junichiro-san?!”

“of course! don’t worry about it” :)

wanna talk abt boys/girls/celebrity crushes things like that? naomi is your girl

you feel a bit embarrassed to go talking to yosano or your brother abt that and kyouka does not know a thing abt them either

“uwahh naomi-san look at all these people in this magazine! they look so good!”

“right?! but of course onii-sama is still the best—”

you get along with kenji and kyouka quite nicely being roughly the same age as them; they’re also like siblings!

just pure, wholesome vibes from the three of you

you’re over the moon when she finds out that kyouka is staying with you and your brother

atsushi is twice as happy seeing you talk your mouth off and finally having a girl around your age to talk to

“do you think demon snow can change how she looks?”

“hmm... im not sure...”

you and kenji talk abt anything and everything

he even teaches you how to take care of plants!

sometimes the two of you are kind of in the same boat bc you don’t know much abt yokohoma being stuck in the orphanage and kenji doesn’t know much abt cities in general

“wait where are we again kenji-san?”

“ah we’re close to the ports! but im not really sure how close because i don’t know what the symbols on this sign mean”

“don’t worry! neither do i!”

bonus things!

yosano was kind of too late teaching you abt you know what

“NII-SAN IM BLEEDING IN BETWEEN MY LEGS”

you’re sobbing in the agency’s bathroom and atsushi is panicking trying to get you to open the door

“Y/N?! H-HOLD ON LET ME GET YOSANO SENSEI”

ranpo overhears and cackles making everyone around him confused

suddenly atsushi bursts in the agency basically on the verge of tears rambling incoherent sentences abt the bathroom, you, and blood

it just clicked for everybody in the room

(im going to pretend that kenji has sisters back home so that atsushi is the only one who remain oblivious here hehe)

atsushi is genuinely confused and sort of concerned that no one is freaking out with him

yosano waves her hand saying smth like that she’d take care of it and junichiro pulls atsushi to the side to talk to him

fast forward like half and hour and dazai and ranpo are cackling on the looks of both of your faces

honestly not sure who’s more traumatized, you or your brother

“why does this have to happen” :(

“ne ne (y/n)-chan!~ you’re too young but at some point you’re not going to have it!”

“uwahh really dazai-san?” :D

“yeah! but first you have to have ANFK—”

next thing you know your ears are being covered by your brother and dazai is thrown across the room by kunikida

you know

the normal

you’re twelve and have never gone to school, but the agency takes care of that

it’s too dangerous to go to school so they teach you what’s necessary and whatever else they can

kunikida takes care of math (obviously)

yosano takes care of science/biology/anatomy/health (whatever you wanna call it)

ranpo even dragged poe to help you with english

atsushi even got lucy to help you out with english too!

as tanizaki and naomi used to be students, they give you their old work books and they try to teach you all the other subjects

sometimes kyouka and kenji are there learing with you too!

sorry if there’s some errors! i’ll read through it again later :)

and as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize! the reblog button is there for a reason

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intheticklecloset · 6 months

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Hi hi!! Can I order a peppermint mocha with sokoku and a shot of cuddling under the blanket on a cold winter's day turned tickly? I hope you're doing well and you're having an amazing day/night <33

❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️

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“I love that you’re being so clingy today, chibi~”

“Shut up. I’m freezing my ass off,” Chuuya snapped back, snuggling in closer to his partner despite himself. “And you’re warm. That’s it.”

“Aww, really? Here I thought you loved me.” Dazai let out a forlorn sigh even as he wrapped his arms around the redhead and pulled him in closer.

Hence his sitting in Dazai’s lap right now. And snuggling against his chest. And soaking in his warmth as much as he could.

Dazai couldn’t say that he minded.

“You look adorable, all pouty like that,” the brunette teased gently, kissing his cheek. “You know, there are some other ways we could keep warm, if you’re interested~”

Chuuya blushed, but covered it up by keeping his head firmly tucked under Dazai’s chin and growling, “I don’t want to move.”

“We don’t have to,” Dazai purred into his ear.

The redhead let out an annoyed huff, then grabbed onto the detective’s sides underneath their blankety cocoon and squeezed.

“I don’t know what ideas you were having when you said we could keep warm in other ways,” the mafioso teased, knowing full well what Dazai had meant, “but this is where my mind went.”

“Chihihihihihibi wahahahahants to plahahahahay, does he?” Dazai snickered, holding him closer and burying his face in his long red hair. “Fihihihihihihine by mehehehehehe.”

Chuuya tsked. “You would like this, you moron.” But his words had no bite to them, and it really was making it even warmer under the blanket.

By the time the power came back on, neither of them felt like they needed a heater anymore.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #peppermint mocha event #bungo stray dogs #bsd #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #soukoku #tickling #ticklish #tickle #i love your wording anon!#'a shot of cuddling'#it's so cute i love it

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sirenascales · 3 years

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-> double black [part four] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

The investigation continues, even if things aren't moving as smoothly as one would like. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

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note: SMUT Like... this was an excuse to write smut with both of them okay, and totally i forgot to tag those who are on my taglist for the previous part and im so sorry lol but please enjoy!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

Days have gone by and the investigation is still underway, but things weren't looking too great. There was still no confirmed DNA evidence, no weapon, not even a witness. Nothing to aid in the apprehension of Taichi's murderer.

"If only Ranpo were here," Atsushi sighed deeply, the snack loving detective out on another case that had popped up. "He would have solved this in a heartbeat."

I laughed softly, wringing my hands nervously. "It's too bad he isn't here," I said, trying to focus on the paperwork in front of me. "Surely it would make things easier for us..."

"But that'll just be boring!" Dazai exclaimed from his desk, leaning against Atsushi who just pushed him off.

"This isn't for your entertainment, Dazai! The killer could have fled the country by now," Kunikida argued, crossing his arms over his chest. "For now, we just have to stay focused and not waste time.

I nodded, slumping back in my chair and fiddling with my pen. "What the hell are we missing..."

We didn't dwell on it for much longer, since the shift ended. I sighed in relief, looking forward to just going home, eating dinner, and going to bed. The case was draining, the dead ends we kept running into just sending us back to square one. Now all I wanted was to rest for the night.

But of course, with a certain suicidal maniac, that was not happening.

"Isn't this cheating..." I gasped out softly, Dazai pressing his naked body against me from behind, his hard dick against my ass and his mouth on my neck.

"Maybe..." Dazai hummed, reaching around to grab my breasts, the soap in his hands making my skin slippery. "But there's no such thing as cheating in a fight."

I gasped sharply when Dazai pinched my nipples, eyes fluttering closed. "This isn't even a fight... you're the weirdo that wanted to turn this investigation into a game."

Leave it to Dazai to basically latch himself onto me as I made my way home. We ordered delivery, eating together on my couch and deciding to watch a movie. Before I knew it, we were making out on my couch, soon enough making our way to the shower.

The water was hot, steaming up the bathroom. Our wet hair stuck to our skin, Dazai holding onto my hips tightly as he fucked me from behind. He bit his lip in concentration, relishing in the sound of my cries echoing in the small room.

"Fuck... Osamu, you feel so good," I cried out, hands slipping on the tiled walls, trying to grab for something. Dazai just pressed his chest against my back, keeping up his rough pace as he chuckled in my ear.

"Do you like that?" "Yes!" "Of course you do, dirty little girl." Dazai reached around and grabbed my face, stuffing two fingers into my mouth. That had my eyes rolling back as I weakly sucked on his fingers, his other hand working on my clit. That finally sent me over the edge as I screamed around his fingers, body shaking as I reached my peak.

Dazai fucked me through my orgasm, ignoring my whines from the overstimulation until he quickly pulled his cock out, pumping himself a few more times before he hit his own orgasm, cumming right on my ass.

"Fuck, bella. You're so beautiful," he gasped, kissing me deeply while pulling us under the hot water.

We barely made it out of the bathroom before going at it again, Dazai fucking me against the wall in the hallway, one of my legs hooked around him while he wrapped a hand around my neck. His breath was hot against my neck, coming out in breathless pants while he continued to rail me.

"Incredible," he whispered in my ear, his hand still around my neck, keeping me in place. "And so pliable... you'll always be putty in my hands."

"Mmm!" I moaned almost pathetically. "Yes..."

"You're my pretty little subordinate?"

"Yes!"

Soon, we finally made it to my bed, where Dazai proceeded to make me ride him like my life depended on it. I was left shaking, the two of us very satisfied.

"So much for a quiet evening," I huffed a while later, the two of us finally getting clean before burying ourselves under my covers. "You are one horny bastard, Dazai."

"Says the equally horny bitch," Dazai retorted and I laughed, turning and pressing my face against the side of his neck.

It went silent, and thankfully it was a comfortable silence where we just lied there, holding onto each other. I sigh contently, fingers lazily trailing up and down his chest while I can feel the bandages on his arms against my skin.

"Dazai?"

"Hm."

"You know..." I started carefully, keeping my face pressed against him. "If you ever need to like... talk... when you're feeling... bad... I'm here for you." I bit my lip, hoping I wasn't overstepping. "I'm here. Even if it's just to listen..."

Dazai didn't say anything, and I was too freaked out to look at him. Though, after a moment, he pressed a kiss to the top of my head, giving me a nice squeeze.

"You are very kind, bella."

I frowned, cuddling up more against him. I blinked when he shifted, looking at him questionably as he set me down on the bed before he started to get up. "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom," he grinned back at me. "I won't be long, bella. Don't miss me too much!"

I just scoffed and rolled my eyes, watching Dazai leave the bedroom before staring up at the ceiling. I waited, frown on my face growing deeper as the minutes went by, teeth chewing on my bottom lip nervously.

"Sorry, I went to get some water," Dazai then returned, quickly climbing into bed beside me. Immediately his arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight. "Let's go to sleep."

I smiled up at him, softly pressing a kiss to his lips before I settled against him, closing my eyes. "Goodnight."

Dazai watched me for a second, his lips curling up in an amused, knowing smile. "Goodnight, bella..."

"Ah... this is nerve-wracking..." Keiko mumbled softly, clinging onto my hand as we stepped up to the very familiar tall building. I gulped, nervous since the building was overrun with members of the Port Mafia.

It was the day after that night I spent with Dazai, and instead of being at work, I had received a call from an unknown number. That had turned out to be Chuuya, who ordered me to find Keiko and bring both of our asses to meet him in his office.

Chuuya wasn't just a member of the Port Mafia, but he was an executive, and he held great power. It was almost scary, especially as Keiko and I rode up the escalator to the right floor.

"I wonder what he wants..." Keiko says nervously, biting her lip as we approached the office. We finally made it and I knocked on it five times.

"Come in."

I gulped and we walked inside. Chuuya sat in his desk, and if I wasn't so nervous, I would have been drooling at how fucking fine he looked, sitting with his feet propped on the desk. He gestured to the chairs before his desk lazily. "Sit."

He mostly wanted to talk to Keiko, seeing as she was Taichi's boyfriend and to make sure she didn't tell too much info to the police or "those bastards at the ADA", as he said while shooting me a dirty look. I returned it.

"Of course not," Keiko said softly. "And I wanted to thank you for paying for his funeral. That was nice of you."

Chuuya waved her off. "It wasn't a problem. He was one of my best men." Keiko clenched her fists tightly in her lap as he said that.

"Did you find out anything? We're not having too much luck either," I spoke up, thoughtful look on my face. "Like how can you not find DNA when he was selling the drugs there? There had to have been other people." I looked over at Keiko, missing how Chuuya's eyes went wide before he narrowed them at me.

"It's pissing me off how hard this is," he said rather stiffly, still watching me. "At the end of the day, this might just end up closing as a cold case... but like hell will I forget this." Chuuya clenched his fists, a look of anger and determination on his face. "But we are done here. Well, I'm done with you, Keiko. I still need to speak with her." He was looking right at me.

Keiko gave me a knowing look and a wink and I just playfully shoved her towards the door. "I'll see you later, okay?" I said and she nodded before walking out. Turning back to Chuuya, I watched him get up from his desk. "So what else did you wanna talk about?" I asked, tilting my head as Chuuya walked around the desk and towards me, not answering.

"Um? Hel-mmph!"

Chuuya gripped the back of my neck, pulling me in for a deep, breathtaking kiss. I cupped his face, kissing him back just as deeply. He turned us around so as he walked me backwards with his lips still on mine, I bumped right against his desk, which he sat me on.

"You came in here in this sexy ass dress and expect me not to fuck you?" Chuuya growled, kissing down my neck as his hands moved up my dress. He smirked as he massaged my thighs, quickly finding my knife and removing it. "This is a beautiful knife," he hummed, inspecting it. I smiled softly, weakly reaching to grab it but Chuuya just flicked it, the blade neatly embedding itself right on his desk. "You take great care of it."

"Well, that was my first knife..." I said softly, desperately wanting my knife back, but that went out the window once Chuuya kissed me again.

My legs soon found themselves wrapped around Chuuya's hips. His pants were pushed down just enough to free his cock, my panties pushed to the side as he fucked me right on top of his desk.

"Fuck, dollface, you're even better than I fucking remembered," Chuuya hissed, pushing me on my back, on top of his messy papers. He tossed one of my legs over his shoulder, squeezing his gloved fingers into my flesh as I could only moan and whine in pleasure, his thrusts hitting hard and deep inside me, I was seeing stars.

"S-so much for... only one time, huh," I managed to choke out, my head tossing back as Chuuya hit that one spot. "Oh, fuck!"

"Yeah, shut up and take this cock," Chuuya hissed. His thumb pressed against my clit, and that was enough to have me squeezing him tight as I hit my orgasm, legs shaking and loud cries leaving my mouth.

That got him going and soon, Chuuya was pulling out and I was on my knees, fisting his cock and letting Chuuya cum in my mouth. Chuuya petted my hair, a blissed out look on his face. "Good girl. Now, bend yourself over the desk."

With shaking knees, I got myself up and bent over Chuuya's desk like he ordered, displayed all nice and pretty for him. I looked back over my shoulder, shuddering at how he looked at me, blue eyes full of hunger as he bit on his lower lip. His leather clad hands started to squeeze my ass, moving one hand up until he's pressing on the middle of my back, guiding his cock against my entrance with his other hand.

We borh groaned in pleasure as he started pushing himself in, Chuuya tossing his head back with a hiss. "Fuck, I'll never get tired of this." He starts thrusting his hips, moaning again at the feel of my walls around him. "Fuck, fuck..."

"It's all yours..." I could only babble out, the feel of him stretching me nice and good frying my brain. "Chuuya, please, oh my God..."

After two more soul shattering orgasms, I was finally allowed to leave... if I even could. There was a smug grin on Chuuya's face as he just stared at me. I sat in the chair across from him, the two of us dressed, but he looked like a damn model while I looked like I had a run in with the giant industrial fans they had in elementary school cafeterias during the warmer days.

"Get that dumb look off your face," I whined. "It's not fair. I looked like I got attacked."

Chuuya snickered. "I mean... that's not so far off."

I rolled my eyes. "Ugh, you and Dazai are so unbelievably horny, it's sad."

Chuuya growled. "First off, don't talk about him around me. And second, who was the one begging to titfuck my cock?"

I scoffed, face hot and I turned my nose up at him. "Shut up."

"Just go home."

"Fine. You guys are still cheaters anyway," I said before standing up. I walked over to him, leaning over his desk and I was happy when he met me halfway and gave me a kiss. "Call me again. Maybe when there isn't a weird investigation going on."

Chuuya rolled his eyes, shooing me away. "Just go."

I giggled softly before turning and walking out of the office. Chuuya sighed deeply, opening one of his desk drawers. He stared at the object inside of it for a moment, sighing again before grabbing his pack of cigarettes, taking one and lighting it up before taking a long drag.

-End

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fukuwuzawa · 3 years

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Oooh new BSD writing blog 🤩 Hello! Could I request your faves taking in a child that has the ability to trap people in their worst nightmares? (Like Wanda from age of ultron if yk who that is)

(this was such a cute prompt omg T-T i used gender neutral pronouns like you asked in your later ask, don’t worry :)))

btw my faves are, um, numerous so i just chose 5 because the post would be too long otherwise lolol)

Taking in a child with the ability to trap people in their worst nightmares

Dazai

Dazai, despite his whimsical nature, can actually act quite responsible when it comes to the kid. emphasis on quite. don’t expect him to change his whole personality.

can cancel their ability with his own, so, luckily for them, the kid has never had an opportunity to see his worst nightmare. what is one more mystery to Dazai?

the kid gets to see his softer side often, even more than Atsushi. and he is by no means as strict with them as he was with Akutagawa, although if they ask him to train them, he won’t hold back.

the others are worried the kid will grow up to be just like Dazai. there is no denying they idolize him greatly (minus the being suicidal part) even dressing as him for Halloween. Dazai is touched.

Chuuya

He’s had his fair share of nightmares. Thus, the child’s power doesn’t scare him, and he’s able to break free from it at any time.

Chuuya is understanding if the kid can’t control their ability. His own, once he goes all out, is uncontrollable and so he doesn’t feel like he has the right to judge them.

it’s been established a few times that he’s the mom of the Port Mafia, and it shows fully with the child. he is fiercely protective, caring and ready to kick anyone’s ass if they dare lay a disrespectful hand on them.

if they chose to dress like a mini version of him he would pretend to be annoyed but on the inside he’s melting. definitely finds them a hat that matches his.

Yosano

she feels an intense need to protect the child, especially if their ability was misused as hers was during the war. She will try to keep them from harm’s way, but if any harm does come to them…well, the ones responsible will get the chainsaw.

she will happily tutor them in the ways of medicine. she feels happy to be able to teach them something, and is immensely proud of their progress and character growth.

if she ever finds herself trapped in a nightmare of the child’s making, there will be doubts. her past haunts her still. but she will never give up on the kid.

takes them shopping with her often as a fun pastime they can both enjoy together. sometimes people mistake them for her kid, but she never corrects them. cue the adoption papers.

Fukuzawa

after Ranpo, Fukuzawa thought he had enough of troublesome, talented children to last him a lifetime. But then the other kid showed up.

just like with Ranpo, he keeps his distance at first. he is not necessarily cold, just maybe a little reserved. because he knows that if he let his guard down for even a second, he would undoubtedly start caring for the child. he is too much of a dad please.

will be a splendid mentor and teacher. it the child has problems with controlling their ability, his own ability, All Men Are Equal, can help temper it.

will absolutely spoil the kid. so much that it will make Ranpo jealous. however, Fukuzawa will make sure his two adopted children (he legally adopted both of them and you will not change my mind) get along well together and that there is no ill will between them.

Ranpo

the greatest detective, taking care of some kid? please, he is the kid. chances are the child is more matured than he is.

he’s been in their same position, however. nowhere to go, feeling as if the world didn’t understand him because of his “ability”…he quickly takes a liking to the child, taking them under his wing or so to speak.

because of his general nature, the two of them frequently get into mischief. but, also because of his general nature, they never suffer any consequences.

he will do everything in his power to ensure that their childhood is protected. their ability brought a lot of pain into their life, people grew distrustful of them and because of that, they never had any friends. well, Ranpo to the rescue! he will make sure the child never feels lonely again.

#bsd #chuuya headcanons #ranpo headcanons #dazai headcanons #fukuzawa headcanons #yosano headcanons #bungou stray dogs dazai #platonic headcanons #chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #dazai x reader

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majestic-tigers · 3 years

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I’m not very up to date with the manga or the fandom, so if anyone has said this already I wholeheartedly apologize. Anyway, I have a Bungou Stray Dogs ending headcanon that I desperately need to share. (This might contain SPOILERS, so there’s your warning!)

Something will happen to Dazai, and he’s going to either jump or fall off a building like we see in the Season 1 intro. But I imagine him kind of accepting the fact that he’s *finally* getting what he’s wanted for YEARS, so he closes his eyes and lets himself fall. However, he can’t help but recall Oda’s dying words to him, about how Dazai, allegedly, will never find anything that makes him feel true happiness. And then, against his will, he starts remembering his friendship with Oda. This leads him to think about Chuuya, and maybe we’d even see some of the times when they’d actually get along and have fun with each other or have heart to heart moments before Dazai left the Port Mafia. And then he’d think of his partners at the Armed Detective Agency, and how much light Atsushi brought into his life from the moment he pulled Dazai out of that river. What I also really want to see, is Dazai having flashes of Akutagawa, as he regrets how cruel he’d been to the kid, and how he is truly sorry about his harsh, abusive treatment. And Dazai...Dazai *doesn’t want this*. He thought he did, he craved it for as long as he can remember, but he doesn’t want to die. He wants to live. But he’s going to die now, so he has to find peace with it.

(SPOILER MOMENT) This can only happen if Akutagawa actually comes 100% back to life and back to himself, which I’m PRAYING will happen. So, meanwhile, Aku—and probably Atsushi along with some of the other ADA members—starts to get this nagging feeling that something is *wrong*. And Aku (along with whoever else) takes off with his gut leading the way.

THEN, going back to Dazai as he’s falling. Chuuya was either there from the beginning, or he runs to see Dazai plummeting to the ground. Either way, he arrives too late to pull him back up. Therefore, Chuuya, who can’t use his ability to save him, just leaps after him, probably using his ability to make him go faster to catch up. And he’ll call out to Dazai (bonus points if it’s Osamu) right before he reaches out and grabs him. So Dazai’s eyes snap open, only to find Chuuya clinging to him as they both continue to fall. And Dazai gets genuinely scared, saying something along the lines of, “Chibi...your powers can’t stop me.” And Chuuya responds with, “I know.” To which Dazai, most likely confused but slowly freaking out because Chuuya *wasn’t supposed to be there*—despite all his double suicide talk—replies with, “You can’t stop yourself unless you let go of me.” And Chuuya will tell him, “I’m not letting you go.” Which will lead to Dazai trying to stop his internal panic all the while attempting to convince Chuuya to let go, but Chuuya *won’t*. So they’re falling together. Arguing. Just like always. And—this is self indulgent but I can’t help myself—someone (it will probably be Chuuya based on their characters, but Dazai saying it first would be an emotional tsunami) admits their *feelings*. How they never actually hated the other, nowhere close, but used petty bickering to suppress the strong emotions in order to keep them both safe. Which leads to everything they’ve always wanted to say coming to light. Chuuya admitting how hurt he was when Dazai abandoned him, how agonizing it was, and how he forgives him now. And Dazai tells Chuuya something like, “Hey, Chuuya? You make me want to live.” And honestly, Chuuya will probably cry at that, because he *knows* how bad Dazai wanted to end it all.

AND THEN, right before they hit the concrete, clutching onto one another, Akutagawa comes sprinting towards them and summons Rashomon. And Rashomon, because it (it? he?) can’t work on Dazai, grabs hold of Chuuya, who’s still clinging to Dazai, and saves them from immediate death, settling them down gently instead. Now, both Chuuya and Dazai, emotional and raw, are laying on the ground—safe—with Aku and Atsushi and their friends racing over to them. The two of them will be staring up at the sky (I picture night time) with wide, teary eyes, chests heaving from breathing so heavily. If I let myself hope, their hands might still be clasped together. And Dazai slowly stands from the ground first, on shaky legs, reluctantly letting go of Chuuya, who’s probably thrown an arm over his face to hide his tears. Everyone else is dead silent, waiting for what will happen, because they’re still recovering from the shock that Dazai—and Chuuya—almost just *died*. And Atsushi is probably crying because, again, Dazai and Chuuya *barely* survived. (I’m not sure if this will ever happen in a million years but one can dream). But Dazai ignores that for now, and wraps Aku up in a hug, leaving Aku utterly stunned, frozen in place. And Dazai whispers a breathy, “*Thank you*,” to his former subordinate. *Maybe* he repeats it, a little firmer this time, and says, “I was wrong.” Because Aku just saved their lives, with Rashomon, something he used to believe could only be helpful when it came to killing.

Sorry I just dumped all of that out there at once, but I am DEEPLY (to an unhealthy amount lmao) invested in this headcanon. It would tie together SO many things. Dazai and Chuuya’s relationship *finally* progressing to something honest and open (again, at least in my dreams, I ship them *so* much). Dazai is finally on the brink of death, as he’s blatantly desired from episode one, only to realize that he doesn’t want to die anymore, because he’s found things—*people*—to live for. Also, he’s finally getting his double suicide, which he wants even less now that it’s Chuuya who could die with him. Aku realizes that Dazai is actually sorry, even though he might not say it outright, and he sees that Rashomon truly can be used for good. To *save* people. To save those he cares for the most, even.

And, basically. If this doesn’t happen I’m creating my own book or something and making something like this happen because I am now wholeheartedly devoted to this plot.

#anime #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs #dazai and chuuya #sokoku #akutagawa #headcanon

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