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“If I didn't want to be here I wouldn't. There's just a lot of loud drunks in here.”
Dazai takes his turn to chime in and steer his torment from Kunikida to reference some stranger, “Oh, no, there's quiet ones here too.” In typical Dazai fashion, the tone of his voice indicates he knows something the rest don't. Ranpo follows Dazai's line of sight to be met with intensely fixed eyes looking straight at Ranpo from the shadows.
His gaze isn’t a pretty one. Ranpo scans the stranger up and down, a mischievous smile spreading wide on his face when the stranger notices Ranpo looking back and quickly averts his eyes, demeanor shifting from antagonistic to avoidant.
"Looks like he should be at a goth club."
Ranpo can recall the last time roughly six years ago when he was this excited at the sight of, or really the mere presence of someone else, like it was fresh in his mind. The first and last time it felt like the world stopped when he was in the company of someone else. Everything is warm, so warm, inside and out, and he finds a feeling he has been yearning for again for years.
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and now, I'll lay down in my favorite place by borderlinepoe
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
05 Dec 2024
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Dazai has nearly giddily sunk down to low, low levels before in attempts to follow through with this act the two perform every spare moment, and he's never a man to back down from a challenge. There's an ubiquitous euphoria in going to the edge, any extreme that either of the two are willing to extend to. There's a saving grace on nights like these, however, when Chuuya takes hold and Dazai surrenders, it's the only time either of them could. If there's an ounce of vulnerability to take hold of and take advantage of, they take it in stride.
It's a blur, a riveting, despairing blur of Chuuya guiding his mutt to rut into him however they would like, one hand tightly gripping the leash that had been attached to Dazai's leather collar, he doesn't quite remember when that appeared. He's digging his fingers into Chuuya's hips in a rough hold, likely to leave marks to be seen.
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Dazai interrupts him, predicting that the conversation would go nowhere if he didn't intervene, "What's your name?"
The kid's face sours when Dazai interrupts him, as if he could look any more pissed off, and he answers, "Why should I tell you?" He does tell him, though, immediately. "It's Nakahara Chuuya." So much for his bitter quip.
Chuuya. Dazai liked the sound of his name, it had a nice ring in his ears. "Dazai. I'm Dazai Osamu."
As easy as it is to rile Chuuya up, it's even harder for Dazai to resist doing in the first place. There's something in the way he's unapologetically expressive, even if it's his mostly dramatic temperament. Dazai's always taken an interest in the reactions of other people, content to sit on the sidelines observing them from a disconnected plane. There's something he just doesn't get, something he wants to understand through the way Chuuya fascinates him more than the rest of the individuals he's met.
(through the seasons -> a chemical reaction)
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Ranpo had a delayed reaction at first, jerking the swing to a stop and holding his hand tight. He looked around for a second before spotting the kid whose hair it landed in. That one didn't surprise Ranpo.
He watched the still child reach a hand up to grab the sucker and raggedy ponytail they had in their hair, but the candy wouldn't budge from the looks of unsuccessful tugging.
Ranpo began to feel uneasy when he saw the kid tug harder, rip out a few pieces of hair, flail their hands, and drop a notebook that had been secured against the kid's chest. It was only when he heard screaming and saw tears from under a mop of hair covering the face otherwise, that Ranpo didn't know what to do.
___unfinished multi-chapter fic from last year, posted as a one-shot instead
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"They make shapes?”
Dazai squints his eyes against the darkness before a look of recognition forms on his face. “Constellations.”
“Con– constellations.” The word falls messily off of Sigma’s tongue. “Yes, those, thank you. I know a few by their shape, the um– the spoon one?”
Their face flushed, thoughts race through Sigma's head while they curl inwards on themself, but those thoughts are quieted when Dazai's flurry of giggles dies down. “It's called The Big Dipper. There's the Little Dipper too, connected to the North Star.” A confused expression must be visible upon Sigma's features because Dazai continues on, “The very bright one, that you use for navigation.”
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falling rain (and flickering lights) by oliveden for jea_leo_us
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
26 Jul 2025
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The first rule of sleeping on the floor c of the university dorm building is understanding that there will not be any sleeping.
Some days Sigma thinks that they should have just gone to prison. It would probably be easier than whatever the fuck is going on here.
“Dazai,” they say slowly. “Why are you coming in through the window at two in the morning. We are on the third floor.”
(or, Sigma, and the long-suffering problem of Dazai Osamu.)
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The threat is stronger than the execution by sergey_pk
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
12 Mar 2026
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"I am made painfully aware of a subtle chill permeating my flesh.
This feels wrong.
That isn't a stare you give a stranger. It's too close. Too searching. It's just too... Intense.
That bright eye which was only mere moments ago gazing into his phone calmly now feels to be penetrating my very soul. Uncanny, that's the only word which comes to mind seeing that smile. Looking at it makes me feel sour inside.
I can't help but find myself clasping the beaded chotki in my jacket pocket."
It wasn't a familiar feeling.
Not one he'd been graced with in quite a while, though he didn't exactly mind it. He was used to being above all those he met. Superiority was a sense he'd taken for granted, after all.But after a frighteningly short time of knowing that man, Dostoevsky knew he'd met his match.
An antisocial scholar and an excitable stalker cross paths, not by coincidence.
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30 Sep 2026
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“What do I think?” He asks lightly.
“Yeah,” Dazai leans back a bit and presses a socked foot into Chuuya’s hip. “Don’t you wanna fuck me, Chuuya?” It’s asked innocently. It feels like jabbing a finger into an open wound.
Chuuya blows his smoke to the ceiling despite Dazai tilting forward and opening his mouth. Dazai makes a little tcht sound at him.
“You want to fuck me?” Chuuya asks.
Dazai doesn’t drop his eyes. “I trust you.” He repeats.
Chuuya had asked Dazai once how many times he thought you could break a person before they stopped trying to put themselves back together, stopped trying to pick up the pieces and left themselves shattered.
Depends how cruel you are, Dazai had answered after a long moment, you can still break pieces.
Chuuya is pieces and his edges are sharp.
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25 Sep 2026
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why don’t i say it then? i want you all the time by allayrose
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
05 Sep 2026
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Dazai Osamu does not make mistakes.
Correction—he makes mistakes very rarely. It is not often something happens that is out of his control, or unforeseen, or unplanned for. Some might call it compulsive, perhaps even obsessive, the focus with which he makes contingencies for his contingency plans. He prefers to think of it as being prepared. Pragmatic, even.
Like most things, though, this rule of thumb is thrown out the window when Chuuya is involved.
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Or, my take on the ‘wrong send’ tik tok trend featuring skk :)
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24 Sep 2026
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but what am I to do with all this beauty? by skkflower
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
15 Nov 2023
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“Osamu, please!”
A pause. Heavy silence fills the air. Dazai’s head drops into his thigh and their hands tighten their grip. Chuuya moves his arm to look down at Dazai through blurry vision.
Dazai is shaking. Chuuya scrambles up into his elbow in a panic, “Dazai?”
Dazai looks up to meet his eyes. Something desperate and awfully tender smolders in there, piercing through Chuuya’s soul. “Say my name again.”
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23 Sep 2026