#in my skk beast dreams

[etrevil]

Chuuya: Dazai, can you stop and just be happy for once, you shitty mackerel?

Dazai: can't! I'm doomed by the narrative to die sad and alone ✨

#then dazai cries #then chuuya burrito-blankets him and they cuddle #in my skk beast dreams #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd beast #beast skk #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bungou gay dogs #bsd shitpost #bsd meme #bsd incorrect quotes #soukoku #skk

[kaeyx]

Little agreement - pt. 2

Pairing: beast!skk x gn!afab!reader

Warnings: smut

Additional notes: Based on @scaramouches-girlfriend's one shot of the same name, and serving as a continuation. Thank you very much for letting me put my spin on your work! More detailed information about contents under the cut.

Additional information/terminology used:

Names used for reader: pet, baby, darling (Dazai), doll (Chuuya)

Terms used for reader's anatomy: cunt, entrance, folds, sex,

Additional notes: Dazai calls chuuya his dog, first time and short discussion (like two lines) on the reader being a virgin, Dazai briefly implies he wants to go bareback

Edit: here's the link to the original if you want to read it!

"Well?"

You blink. This is pretty much the opposite of what a working environment should be, but then again.... it's not like mafiosos have unions. This is a shell company anyway. And if Dazai brought you specifically all the way here, it's probably not a test.

You push away from your desk, going over to Chuuya's side like a well trained pet, all while twisting your fingers together behind your back. The way he smiles sends heat spearing through you, and you try very hard to not think about the shadow pressing against his dark slacks and the way your skin is on fire.

"Get in." He gestures with his head, fiery hair falling around his cheeks. The massive doors click closed behind you.

The office is huge and beautiful, one wall made entirely of glass and allowing you a sweeping view of the city, the harbour and the glittering sea. A huge desk made of dark wood sits at the end of the room, and the boss of the port mafia is kneeling in front of it with a knowing look on his face. You walk forward a few steps, unsure, before Chuuya's hand presses between your shoulder blades and leads you all the way forward and around the desk. The tousled mess of dark hair that is Dazai observes you from underneath, and you feel like that fathomless eye is seeing right through to your very soul.

There's no time to worry about that though, not when a pair of hands slide around your waist and a warm mouth presses a kiss just above your collar, on the back of your neck. You jump in surprise, drawing a sharp breath and feeling how Chuuya's lips curl into a smile against your skin.

"I don't have all day." He reminds you, though his voice carries no actual annoyance.

Still it's enough to snap you out of your thoughts and you reach for the waistband of your pants. You undo the button with clumsy fingers and push the fabric over your hips, before Chuuya tugs everything down to your knees with impatience and kicks your feet apart. The message is clear, and you bend over the desk in a haze. It could almost be dismissed as a dream, a fantasy, but the leather-clad fingertips skimming across your back are very real indeed.

Your previous, covert grinding combined with the sound of Chuuya's moans coming through the door already had you feeling hot under the collar, but by now you're properly dripping. Dazai is still looking up at you, devouring each change in expression with the small, satisfied smile of a man whose plan has fallen perfectly into place.

The comparatively cold air washes over your sex and you shiver a little as Chuuya runs a hand over your lower back, pressing down to force your hips up a little more before sliding down to the back of your thighs with firm, shameless pressure. Despite his modest stature his hands are big, long fingers encased in pretty black leather spreading you open just a little. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to ignore how you must be visibly twitching, and how entertained Dazai looks by the whole ordeal.

"It's this bad already? You're dripping." Chuuya sounds half awed, half smug, his voice an appreciative purr.

"Poor pet, you need it that badly?" Dazai coos condescendingly, reaching out to run his knuckles over your cheek and stroke your forehead.

You hear the rustle of clothes as he shifts, still on his knees but now sounding much closer. Fingers stroke the back of your thighs and the curve of your ass, leisurely drawing closer to their target.

"Never had anything this good, darling?" The brunette's voice is deceptively sweet, but a boney hand grabs your jaw at an awkward angle and your eyes shoot open.

"Look at me when I talk to you, and answer." Dazai smiles, and it's a cruel thing. You squirm a little, wiggling your hips in the process and hearing a quiet hiss from behind. Chuuya's eyes are boring into the back of your neck, but he doesn't intervene.

"I've....never had anything like this, no." You answer at last. Could anyone truly ever have a comparable experience? "....Never had anything at all." You admit a little quieter, looking determinately down at the desk.

There's a little pause and your face grows hotter than ever, before Chuuya's voice comes from over your shoulder.

"Never?" He says above you, moving away from your entrance to rub his thumbs back and forth across your hips. You shut your eyes to escape Dazai's gaze, focusing on the polished mahogany of the desk against your cheek, but that's as good as any answer.

"Never," Dazai says breathlessly, running a finger over your jaw. "Aw."

"Hah, you're so cute, I can't believe no-one's gotten a hold of you before." Chuuya's gaze is burning into your back with renewed interest, his gloved fingers slipping under your shirt. The touches along your lower spine makes you shiver and arch your back a fraction, pushing your ass further up. He laughs, his voice low and raspy, way too damn attractive to be fair.

"Fuck... sensitive, are you? Going to let me take you like this?"

You swallow, but don't even have to think about it.

"Yes."

Something presses quickly against your back. Chuuya has bent down and given you a kiss before stepping back. "Just in case, baby." You hear a rustling and then the crinkle of plastic. "Fuck knows where he's been, don't want you catching anything." That's clearly directed at Dazai, who just grins.

"Don't worry darling, I'll take proper care of you." His dark eye is level with yours, the bottomless fathoms glinting. "I promise I won't let anything get in the way."

"Like hell I'm letting you have this," Chuuya growls. Something curls, satisfied, in your lower abdomen when you hear him.

"Hey, hey, be a good dog and share!" Dazai says lightly, his gaze flicking up to the man poised above you, centimetres away from sinking into you.

Suddenly the two bodies shift, Chuuya reaching out and grabbing a fistful of Dazai's tie and shirt to yank him up and forward. There's a delighted laugh that turns into a moan and Chuuya's body seems to vibrate with a growl that makes you shiver, warmth curling in your stomach. You feel two long, clammy hands grip the sides of your head and hold it in place, as something warm and twitching is pressed against your cheek and nose. Dazai, shuffling slightly to grind against you. You obligingly nudge the dark fabric of his pants and the heat beneath. There's a faint satisfaction in feeling him shiver as Chuuya continues to kiss him, grabbing him with the hand that isn't curling possessively around your hip.

There must have been pointed looks exchanged because Dazai simpers a little but backs off when Chuuya finally shoves him away. He leans down again so his face is level to yours on the desk and observes you closely with that single, dark eye. One of his fingers runs down your cheek, cold and boney, the bitten off nail scratching you ever so slightly. He smiles, and it's a cruel, mesmerising thing to see. You feel Chuuya squeeze your hip, tugging it up a little and raising your ass higher.

"Don't worry about him, I've waited for you long enough," he mutters.

You feel something prodding against you, his thumb barely parting your folds, and... it hurts. You take a deep breath, twitching involuntarily, feeling the sting at your entrance. Chuuya lets out a gorgeous, choked off gasp and your eyes go hazy, feeling Dazai pet your cheek and lean in closer with open curiosity on his face.

Chuuya more or less fits inside, pressing forward at a steady pace until his hips meet your ass. You feel him lean back and squeeze your waist appreciatively, his eyes boring holes into your back, and you shiver. Another involuntary pulse around him and his fingers tighten. Dazai's thumb presses against your mouth.

"Don't worry doll," Chuuya reassures, though his voice is strangled, "you're okay." He takes a deep, shaky breath and the heavy length inside you twitches again, making your walls pulse around him. "Does it hurt?"

You nod slightly and try not to notice how Dazai's eye lights up at the admission, running all over your scrunched up face while your cheeks burn, and your body is still protesting at the intrusion. Chuuya rubs your hips, kneading circles into the flesh and just sitting there. He doesn't say anything, but his breaths are shallow and fast, giving away his impatience. You belatedly realise he's waiting for permission, and something in your chest warms at the thought.

It's a little hard to look over your shoulder but you manage anyway, giving Chuuya a nod. "I'm okay now."

The movement is worth it just for the view, his hair messy and falling in his eyes and his hat a little askew, a definite tinge of pink to his cheeks. He grins at you, in a way that makes your stomach drop with anticipation and a little bit of fear, and rolls his hips experimentally.

You rest your head back on the table with a strangled whine, your eyes unfocusing for an instant before refocusing on Dazai's amused expression. Chuuya starts to pick up the pace and a full body shiver goes through you, goosebumps rising along your arms as you scrabble for purchase on the desk, mewling. Dazai laughs, a smooth little chuckle that suits his voice.

It gets harder and harder to focus as he sets an unforgiving pace, making your hips knock against the edge of the desk with enough force that you know they'll be bruised. Chuuya moans shamelessly, a gorgeous, breathless sound that sends shivers down your spine and makes need creep up into your chest. You could listen to this forever.

Dazai kneels before you, dark eye peering into your face and watching greedily as your face scrunches up and goes slack, moans and gasps being choked from your throat with every thrust. Now you understand why Dazai was making the noises you heard through the wall earlier.

There's a shift, Chuuya's hand pressing into your lower back to keep it pinned to the desk below as the other circles around to your front. His fingers carefully explore your flushed skin, reaching between your legs and coming away connected by a web of slick. He lets out a grunt of satisfaction and smears the mess over your thigh before finally reaching for your clit.

You hadn't even realised how neglected you were, too caught up in the improbable situation, but the texture of the leather feels foreign in such a perfect way on the flushed nub that you can't help your eyes rolling back a little.

His name slips out of you in a whine and you try to roll your hips but are met with the firm pressure of his other hand still on your back. Chuuya laughs as you shiver, a breathless sound full of satisfaction. He strokes and prods until his fingers find a rhythm, rubbing across the tender bundle of nerves while he happily slams into your cunt.

Dimly you realise two of Dazai's fingers are in your slack mouth, turning your moans and pleas into muffled whines. The brunette's other hand is busy with himself, stroking and palming the hardness in his slacks while he looks at you with hunger.

Everything mounts too fast, and you might be pleading for something through Dazai's probing digits pressing on your tongue. Chuuya leans down slightly, his heaving chest nearly touching you, his beautiful voice wavering. "Feels good?"

You let out a muffled whine, hopefully conveying the sheer need coursing through your body and lighting up every nerve. Your cunt is pulsing rhythmically, every muscle taut as you feel your need mounting with every thrust, every quick swirl of his fingers around your twitching clit.

"Hmm?" Chuuya's voice is nearly a growl, hoarse with lust. "That good? Fuck, are you close?" His head falls forward and he rests his forehead against your back. "I can't... 'm not gonna last."

A frantic nod comes from you and you wriggle your hips, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. He's got you pinned though, unable to do much more than rock back and forth in time with his movements.

"Good, that's good. Let go doll, want to feel you cum all over me."

With a command like that and in Chuuya's voice no less, you're teetering on the edge embarrassingly fast. The steady pistoning in and out of you, his fingers toying with you as if he can read your mind, Dazai's flushed face as he keeps humping his hand and fucking your throat with his fingers, it's all too much. You tip over with a muffled cry of Chuuya's name, shaking uncontrollably as your eyes unfocus and every nerve in your body sings.

And with the way your insides are twitching and fluttering around him Chuuya doesn't hold on any longer than you do, feeling your walls milk him as his own climax slams into him and steals his breath. He curls over you with a quiet gasp, also shaking as his movements stutter and then come to a halt.

The office swims back into your perception as you begin to recover, feeling how close Chuuya is now, and how his fingers and cock are sitting still, pressed against you. Breathing heavily and quickly you let your eyes shut, your legs trembling a little.

"That's enough Dazai, hands off," Chuuya says from above, managing to sound authoritative even though he's still breathless, the last few drips of cum dribbling out of him.

"But I'm not finished!" Dazai whines, looking up at you with his eye blown wide. He stops touching himself though, reluctantly taking his hand away and resting it on the desk with a glare at Chuuya.

"Yeah, that's because you don't behave." You can hear the grin in the redhead's voice, and feel his iron grip tighten a little more in a reassuring squeeze around your hips. You're still clamped down around him, enjoying the waves of pleasure lap at the edges of your consciousness as you come down from your high.

Chuuya eases himself out of you, but you don't even have the chance to miss the stretch before two leather clad fingers sink into your cunt, rubbing the gooey walls and scissoring you open a little more. You manage a soft, appreciative groan with your eyes still closed.

"I can assume you'll be coming back, right?" Chuuya asks, with a smug little lilt in his tone that suggests the question is rhetorical. You manage a little laugh, blinking your eyes open and looking at Dazai's tousled hair and flushed cheeks, at the way his eyes are sparking with unfulfilled greed.

"Yeah. Yeah I will."

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #sorry if there's any mistakes this is neither proofread nor edited #beast chuuya #beast dazai #dazai x reader x chuuya

[rusmii]

( 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 💌. ) — og m.list that needs updating [a lot of updating]

** not all of my zai works are gonna be listed, just some of my fav stuff i’ve written with his character <3 warning : most of these are smut

KEYS :: 🍒 — heavy smut mdni // 🧅 — angst // 🍨 — fluff // 🍷 — yandere // 🍓 — drabbles // 🍻 — crack // 🔞 — dc/dd mdni // 🍬 — headcanons

〜*✦ BSD MEN HITTIN' THAT G-SPOT ! 🍒

˗ˏˋ⤷multi chara fic; dazai- chuuya- tecchou

〜*✦ FUCK HIM, I'LL BE YO' BABY DADDY INSTEAD 🍒🔞

˗ˏˋ⤷multi chara fic; homewrecker!dazai- chuuya- kunikida- fukuzawa- fyodor- sigma- nikolai

〜*✦ MY PRIZE, MY WOMAN 🍨🍬

˗ˏˋ⤷multi chara fic; racer!dazai- chuuya

〜*✦ Out in California, I've been forward stroking, swim 🍒🔞🍓

˗ˏˋ⤷multi chara fic; dazai- chuuya- ango- tecchou

〜*✦ [NAME] CATCHIN' STRAY D'S 🍒🔞

˗ˏˋ⤷multi chara fic; beast!dazai- chuuya

〜*✦ aftercare with poly!skk (omegaverse au) 🍒🍨

˗ˏˋ⤷multi chara fic; alpha!dazai- chuuya

〜*✦ poly!skk assuming ur their third without any discussion drabble 🍨🍓

˗ˏˋ⤷multi chara fic; dazai- chuuya

〜*✦ dream surreal 🧅🍨

˗ˏˋ⤷single chara fic; dazai

〜*✦ one of many vulnerable dazai character studies 🍨🍓

˗ˏˋ⤷single chara fic; dazai

〜*✦ HEY GIRLS! LET'S DO AN UNBOXING VIDEO 2DAY !!! — brat taming edition 🍒

˗ˏˋ⤷multi chara fic; brat tamer!fyodor- dazai- chuuya

𓂃ⵌ ©ʀᴜꜱᴍɪɪ 2ᴋ24 :: don't steal, plagiarize/copy, steal my works, or feed it to ai (¬`‸´¬)

chuuya m.list

#dazai m.list #as i grow out my charas i’ll make mlists for them as well <3

[lnkedmyheart]

Hi :)

Can you recommend some bsd angst fics? ( angst is my shit and I wanna suffer lol )

I have a few so under the cut. A couple would be more popular but the rest are imo pretty underrated.

Akai by itotypes

"All is fair in love and war, right?"

Obviously. I personally find it a lot more fun angst than suffering angst though. Includes Dazai with a walking stick.

Yellow roses (400 yen) by the_most_happy

Dazai Osamu is not dead. Oh, he tried. But when he jumped off the Port Mafia building, he didn't consider that a certain annoying Slug was going to risk everything to save him. Thanks to his old partner, Dazai is given the chance to start a new life as a civilian: he has an apartment in Tokyo, a tiny flower shop crammed with plants and pots, and a mind filled with ghosts. His life is tranquil. His mission is finished. Until the day when, for the first time in five years, Chuuya walks into his flower shop with a job.

This is a angsty post canon beast au but this doesn't include Chuuya's meltdown cause Dazai doesn't die. Includes Dazai with a walking stick.

If you refuse to listen I’ll say it twice, love of my life by olympiansally

There’s Atsushi, Dazai’s star pupil. There’s Fyodor, arguably Dazai’s soulmate, a single mind in two bodies. There’s Kunikida, Dazai’s partner. There’s Oda, the reason Dazai wants to live. And then there’s Chuuya. If he asked Dazai to define him, to name his purpose, Chuuya already knows what he would hear. Chuuya is his dog, Chuuya is a slug, Chuuya is a chibi. And sure, maybe he is. But none of that is enough. Or, Chuuya can’t figure out what he means to Dazai exactly, but if he would only listen, he would realize that Dazai has been telling him all along.

This isn't exactly angsty but it's funny angsty cause Chuuya is oblivious as fuck in this and keeps jumping through hoops the whole time. Bro is literally living the brojob nightmare.

I Said It Was A Dream (and he agreed) by Hum My Name (My_Kind_of_Crazy)

The plan: Dazai Osamu leaves the mafia after Odasaku’s death, but he doesn’t leave behind his rage. Fuelled by the need to avenge his friend, he creates a painstaking plan to tear down the Port Mafia— to create a false haven for mafia members while, behind the scenes, he collects information meant to expose the organization for the criminal terror it is. The dilemma: Dazai doesn’t plan on Chuuya finding him. Chuuya believes Dazai’s simply hiding from the mafia, starting fresh with a harmless job in a local bar. They have their closure and move on— until Chuuya seeks him out again. Eventually, their emotions for one another can no longer be ignored. But Dazai’s desperation to take down the mafia means he can’t become distracted by his feelings for Chuuya Maybe, he can use this connection with Chuuya to his benefit. Maybe, he can have everything he wants, so long as Chuuya never finds out.

This is a canon divergence angst fic where Dazai decides to destroy the PM.

Release series by afinepricklypear

After countless days (months?) fighting against hundreds of fictional murderers in Poe’s book and using the time alone to reflect, Chuuya is released. (Alt: How Chuuya got out of the book Ranpo trapped him in towards the end of Season 3)

This was really fun for me as someone who enjoys angst, a lot of it is pre sb though.

Confessions of a lie by afinepricklypear

For three months, Chuuya has been missing and, during that time, Dazai has fallen further into an obsessive search for him. Until late one rainy night, an oddly familiar looking woman knocks on Dazai’s door.

This is a really odd entry ngl, I adore the angst and it's deliberately ooc. It's from 2020 so there is a lot of canon skk context missing but idk I found it an unexpectedly nice read. There are discussions of SA and coercion, some pre stormbringer characterization issues but if you go into this as a canon divergence au concept it's very enjoyable. Also the author is very explicit about this being a brainworm that they needed to write cause it wouldn't leave them alone.

Retrace by Kuranoa.

Chuuya dreams every night, and in those dreams, he dies the most horrendous deaths, over and over. He wakes up in a cold sweat, afraid and disoriented. Dazai always assures him that they are nothing but nightmares. In this world, Fyodor has successfully obtained The Book. In this world, Dazai has witnessed Chuuya’s death 18,263 times.

I genuinely don't remember much from this fic but I do remember finding this good enough to be one of the first fics I bookmarked.

#fic recs #skk

[grymmnox]

weekly fic recs #14

gonna start including a list of fandoms at the top, so you can just go ahead and skip if the fandom ur looking for isn’t there.

fandoms: bungo stray dogs, the owl house

ships: soukoku, kunikidazai, fyozai, (yes these r all dazai ships SHHH), some shin skk and ranpoe, lumity, and ofc some gen fics

Oneshots

write my name in blood (branded things are meant to last); kanekei - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 3.6k words | chuuya/dazai, chuuya & dazai

summary:

Dazai might have what people consider a slight phobia of dogs. Of course, when Dazai breaks into Chuuya’s apartment he isn’t aware of the newly adopted furry beast dwelling inside of it.

Chuuya gives witness to his dog-induced meltdown, and Dazai wishes he had just knocked. Like a normal person.

the gift that is you; ProPinkist - bungo stray dogs

general audiences | 7.5k words | dazai & oda, ango & dazai & oda, oda & his kids, dazai & oda’s kids, ango & oda’s kids

summary:

Oda, Ango, and Dazai spend Christmas together, and learn the warmth of that which they've never had.

Take Responsibility For Your Own Actions; pickleurpickle - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 5.1k words | chuuya & dazai, chuuya/dazai, dazai & mori, chuuya & mori | READ TAGS

summary:

A mission goes wrong and Mori's bored so he locks Chuuya and Dazai in a prison-esque room and forces them into sleep deprivation. Chuuya's pissed at Dazai, Dazai's out of his mind and they're both tired and stressed.

Or Dazai panics, Chuuya tries to help while still being mad at him

when there’s a will, there’s a way (or a pending lawsuit for stalking); whiteautumn - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 6.5k words | dazai/fyodor

summary:

What’s the difference between a cat and a lawyer?

One is an arrogant creature who will ignore you and treat you with contempt unless it can get something out of you. The other is a furry household pet.

...Except Dazai is the catty one, and Fyodor is the lawyer, and Fyodor is hellbent on getting Dazai to notice him.

In which Dazai and Fyodor are soulmates, Dazai tries to run as far away as possible, and Fyodor chases after him.

Relentlessly.

Written for Fyozai Week 2022 Day 5 - Soulmate AU + Hurt/Comfort

this house of scales; whiteautumn - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 2.3k words | dazai & fukuzawa & ranpo & yosano, dazai & ranpo

summary:

June nineteenth. The day Dazai hated the most. Ranpo had plans to change that. Dazai wished he didn’t.

An alternate universe to meltdown, where the Fukuzawa-Ranpo-Yosano trio had found Dazai instead.

Happy birthday Dazai!

(Not necessary to read the meltdown main storyline, or vice versa.)

a cumbersome and heavy body; walking_meme - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 718 words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

He paused, his hands hovering over Dazai’s pale skin. “Can I touch you?”

Dazai took a shallow breath and nodded, closing his eyes.

“Don’t go to sleep.” Chuuya warned, pressing a wet rag to his skin. “Or I’ll drown you.”

For scaring me. For not showing up to missions or answering my calls. For making me care–

Guilty Pleasure; PreppyVampire - bungo stray dogs

mature | 11.4k words | chuuya/dazai, akutagawa/atsushi | READ TAGS

summary:

At the end of the day, all you're ever left with is yourself. . . Dazai finally has a breakdown when his past starts to catch up with him.

the tragic (pony)tail of dazai’s downfall; sarcoline_snails - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 6.6k words | dazai/kunikida, dazai & kunikida

summary:

“So it wasn’t a dream,” he whispers, squinting at the yellow curls spilling over Kunikida’s shoulders. “You really do have hair.”

His partner seems taken aback, eyes widening before he laughs incredulously. “What does that mean? Of course I have hair!”

“I know that! But… b-but it’s never like…” Dazai’s face burns as he gestures ambiguously at Kunikida’s head. “You know… that.”

———

or, five times Kunikida has his hair down, and one time Dazai ensures it stays that way.

glimpse of us; daeniera - bungo stray dogs

not rated | 15.9k words | chuuya/dazai, dazai & oda | READ TAGS

summary:

"What's that?" Atsushi questions, pointing at the rusty device. It's worn, and there's scratches and dents on the sides. Some kind of video camera, he concludes. Something weird that Dazai owns.

"A camcorder." Dazai replies, lifting his eyes to gaze at the camera. He opens it, tilting and angling the lens so it focused on Atsushi's face, the camera lens zooming on him. "Why? You want one?"

"Who gave it to you? It looks old."

"Ah." Dazai laughs, the sound bittersweet. It's not hollow, but one full of anguished memories and something so bittersweet. "Someone special. Someone who I considered a close friend."

i died a week ago; fizzseed - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 3.7k words | atsushi & dazai, dazai & kunikida | READ TAGS

summary:

I’m home, he mumbles lazily before heading straight for the liquor cabinet. The liquor cabinet, as if he has much of anything else in any other cupboard, and as if the only thing his fridge is regularly stocked with isn’t beer. He grabs a glass and a bottle of strong alcohol, the first of both he finds. It doesn’t matter, not really. He has one goal tonight, and that’s drinking just enough to avoid alcohol poisoning.

Osamu pours dark amber liquid into a glass that’s definitely not meant for whisky, much less without ice, and drinks.

▻

Dazai Osamu, and the people that care about him.

tenderly; cookie (vinkie) - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 1.3k words | chuuya/dazai, chuuya & dazai

summary:

“Don’t move,” Chuuya says hesitantly. He knows Dazai won’t do anything, especially not in the state he’s in—but the sudden betrayal from the Sheep still feels incredibly vivid in his memory—he can remember the exact moment that Shirase stabbed that knife rubbed with rat poison into his stomach. He can visualise the pain that emanated from the initial stab—to the swirls of fragmented reality that took place in his body as the poison seeped into his system—to his loss of strength as he could only sit there and suffer.

Don’t move, Chuuya silently begs as he walks out of the room in an attempt to search for bandages and a brush. Don’t go, or else I won’t know how else to make you stay.

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aka: chuuya sees dazai's wounds for the first time

Maternal Deprivation; thebackwardsstep - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 9.3k words | chuuya & dazai, chuuya/dazai

summary:

“Chuuya.” Dazai squeezed his hand. “I won’t laugh.”

The boy stared back at him, piercing his gaze through the darkness, trying to latch onto any sign of insincerity or malicious intent. But Dazai was a master, and he couldn’t find anything.

He’d just have to trust, something that was hard for them both outside of risking their fates for each other on the battlefield. It was absurd, but there was a difference between trusting each other with their lives and trusting each other to hug them and tell them it was okay. The latter just wasn’t them.

But, somewhere, Chuuya decided to take that chance.

“I miss my mum.”

And Dazai’s heart stopped.

Soukoku miss their mums.

EMS: Emergency Mackerel Services; Techni Kolor (KaiserKorresponds) - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 2.2k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

Chuuya sighed.

"You still alive, shitty mackerel?" He asked the lump of bandages marinating in the mid-day traffic.

Dazai hummed a warbling string of notes.

"I'll take that as a maybe."

—

Dazai has a reoccurring role as the star of almost every 911 call placed in Yokohama with his frequent and often bizarre suicide attempts.

Chuuya is the exasperated paramedic who keeps having to deal with him.

and he won’t tell you that he loves you (but he loves you); poeticallychaotic - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 7.3k words | chuuya & dazai, chuuya/dazai, dazai & kouyou, chuuya & kouyou, dazai & mori, dazai & hirotsu, chuuya & hirotsu | READ TAGS

summary:

Spring had finally settled; the sun shone annoyingly bright high up in the sky and the warm air threatened to make him want to dispose of his covering coat and the birds were singing in a way it made him want to know what it felt like to be free like them. Dazai thought it suited Chuuya.

"Hey, there, Chuuya~! How are you doing? You look good. Have you changed your perfume?"

"Asshole! Stop looking at the wall, I'm down here!"

Silence fell over them as they froze.

"... 'Down here'?" Dazai burst into genuine laughter, bending at his waist from the force of it.

and you're trying not to tell him that you love him (but he reaches over and he touches you); poeticallychaotic - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 5.4k words | chuuya & dazai, chuuya/dazai, chuuya & kouyou | READ TAGS

summary:

"Why the fuck would you invite me here and forget your fucking wallet?!"

"I didn't forget it; it was deliberate."

"That's even worse!" Chuuya groaned. "You should be the one paying!"

"Why, though~?" Dazai batted his ridiculously long eyelashes at him in expectation.

"Because," he reiterated, growing more frustrated by the minute. "You were the one to invite me, shithead!"

"So," the brunet made a pause as if he was a kid playing to be a lawyer who was trying to make a point in front of a stuffed-animal court. "I take it you admit this is a date?"

Withdrawal; rutu14 - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 8k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

Chuuya can see the parallels between Double Black and Dazai's new partnership at the ADA. He just wishes they didn't exist.

It's not getting to him. Really, it's not.

Addiction; rutu14 - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 7.4k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

Dazai has decided that pushing Chuuya away will be better for both of them, in the long run.

Sequel to Withdrawal. Can probably be read on its own, but will make more sense with the other work.

Joint Training; amabe - bungo stray dogs

not rated | 3.3k words | chuuya/dazai, akutagawa/atsushi | READ TAGS

summary:

He didn’t even see Dazai rip the gun from Kenji’s hands, just the surprised gasp.

Oh fuck. Chuuya thought as he saw those eyes narrow familiarly. He thought he could see Akutagawa’s tremble from here.

“I’ve been very patient,” Dazai said as he trained the gun on the two of them. Atsushi’s eyes were wide as the first bullet, like thunder in the clearing, headed toward his head. Akutagawa was there in a second, eating the space.

“I’ve even been nice, but you aren’t learning.”

Dazai loses his temper in a joint training session.

Just a Cough; amabe - bungo stray dogs

not rated | 4.3k words | chuuya/dazai, poe/ranpo, akutagawa/atsushi | READ TAGS

summary:

“No? Just a cough,” Dazai said frowning, “Chibi, what if someone who has a grudge out for me slipped it into the food down at the market.” He gushed, feigning shock. “Chu-chu what if I’m dying?”

“As if,” he snorted. “Although maybe you wouldn’t have to worry about this if you stopped pissing so many people off,” Chuuya's gaze returned to his partner and the deep circles under his eyes. Chuuya couldn’t tell since most of his skin was hidden by the bandages, but he could see the raised skin on his hands.

Dazai was sick.

The Private Life of the Demons; AAAStarboyAAA - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 10.8k words | dazai/fyodor | READ TAGS

summary:

After the events of Dead Apple, Fyodor just… follows Dazai home. They live together now. They are still enemies, they've just been married the whole time, just, doing other things. Anyway, they caved and Fyodor just moved in, and the two of them have a mentally unstable girl monday.

bone deep; saffroncassis - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 7.2k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

“Don’t you at least want to change so you look less...“ he waves a hand at Dazai’s whole situation. “Hideous?” “Like a victim of a bear mauling,” Chuuya corrects. “I quite like the mauled-by-a-bear aesthetic. Besides, it’s not like I care much about my appearance anyway.” “Sure you don’t.” “I don’t.” “And that’s why you avoid mirrors and only wear baggy clothes.”

Dazai’s not comfortable in his own body, and that’s fine for him because that’s how it’s been for as long as he can remember. Who it’s not fine for, because he’s an annoying, goody-two-shoes, stick-your-nose-where-it-doesn’t-belong chivalric wannabe, is Chuuya.

where are you?; doeinstinct - bungo stray dogs

mature | 2.8k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

Dazai holds the phone tight as it rings. He almost thinks he won't answer. He's still angry at Dazai, so why would he? But then--

"What do you want, mackerel?"

Dazai let's out a shaky, relieved breath, pulling his knees closer to his chest.

"Hey," he whispers back. He hears shuffling on the other line and smiles to himself pressing his face to his knees.

"Where are you?"

"In front of your apartment."

"I'm on my way. Don't fucking move."

holy titan, what happened to you?; twothousandandseventy - the owl house

not rated | 2.8k words | eda & hunter, darius & hunter

summary:

Slowly, ever so slowly, his hand moves from Hunter’s wrist to gently cup his cheek.

“Little prince?”

And somehow, it’s that stupid old nickname that seems to break the dam.

His own vision blurs with tears. This poor fucking kid.

OR

Hunter finds Eda and the others and leads them to his friends. He sits on the sidelines of the tearful reunions and assumes that no one would come for him.

He couldn’t be more wrong.

Respect is a Gift That is Earned and Not Granted; KOKICHINOLIE - the owl house

general audiences | 2.3k words | hunter & lilith

summary:

Hunter finds it hard to breathe in the mask, and for a while he’s too stubborn to take it off, but all of a sudden he’s sweltering and the dyspnea combined with the boiling heat of his fever has him throwing off his mask and taking long gasps for air once it’s finally off.

This is the first time Lilith is seeing his face, and it’s the first time she’s realizing this is a titandamn child.

~

In which Hunter falls ill working in the emperor's coven, and Lilith learns he's not the pampered brat she thought he was.

Complete

The Envelope; Anonymous - bungo stray dogs

mature | 5 chapters | 16.1k words | chuuya/dazai, ADA & dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

Something horrible in Dazai's past comes back to haunt him in the form of a brown envelope full of pictures.

He expects to be abandoned and shunned, but for all his precision in foreseeing outcomes, he finds that he is not the best at predicting the emotional reactions of those that care about him.

____

Slowly, Dazai bends down and picks one of them up in a shaking hand.

Kunikida has never seen him like this.

"I don't understand..." Atsushi is saying, but he stays with Ranpo, Kyouka and Kenji where he is, "What are those pictures? What's going on?"

Dazai is terrifyingly held together and calm and collected, his eyes half-lidded and hollow, when he gathers them up from the floor and straightens, when he moves towards the desk and sets them by tapping them against the top, and then carefully puts them back in the envelope.

The silence that follows after is deafening and unbearably long as Dazai stands there with his back to the room, his head bowed, his eyes hidden by his hair.

"I'm going to kill him," he whispers, so quietly it took Kunikida several seconds to make it out.

In one swift motion, he turns with the envelope in hand and storms out of the office.

meltdown; whiteautumn - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 15 chapters | 48k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

Something’s different today.

Chuuya grinned, eyes sharp and anticipatory. It’s been a while since anything exciting has happened. Whatever comes at him today, he’s ready.

Two boys meet, and it's the beginning of an earth-shattering relationship.

Chuuya has found what's his, but everyone has their own motives.

Including Dazai.

Incomplete

Fledgling; AShipOnTheSea - the owl house

not rated | 9/? chapters | 33.5k words | eda & hunter, hunter & luz, flapjack & hunter, hunter & lilith, everyone & hunter, amity/luz

summary:

*AU and not end of season 2 or season 3 compliant*

Hunter isn't totally sure how he ended back in the belly of his worst nightmare, but it doesn't take him long to realize that time magic was somehow involved. Which is fine, you know, if not for being stuck in a time when everyone hates him, he regularly has to report to Belos, and the Day of Unity is approaching which no one knows the truth about. So yeah, this situation sucks, but he has goals now and people he cares about - even if they don't care about him. He's not a pliable, little pawn this time, though, and he knows that if he plays his cards right things might end up for the better.

(AKA, the one where Hunter somehow time travels, is sad about it, and is determined to make some real changes while everyone else has a collective freak out that he might actually be Eda's long lost son.)

(Got inspired by 'A Grim Reminder' by LazyCoyote so go check them out, too!)

#[.grims weekly recs] #[.grims recs] #fic recs #reclist #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs fic recs #bungou stray dogs fic recs #the owl house #toh #wow look at how much longer this one is #a miracle if i do say so myslef #originally this was a draft for week 13 #but thats already posted with a grand total of 3 fic recs #...i don't knwo why i kept it in my drafts after posting it #toh fic recs #the owl house fic recs

[nacaharachuya]

do you have any major projects for this year? like- skk or not? and also what's your most favorite part about writing descriptions and such, you have a way with words and it's just so captivating to read asdfghgfds

Yea!!! I’m preparing Dove Dreaming which is the sequel to Silver Soul as a big one. Also Ive got:

Celestial Skk

TBFT prequel

HNK AU

face thief ability au I’ve been thinking about writing

Writing beast au…cause I love it.

I need ideas for more FICS tbh??? Is there anything you all wanna see

Also descriptions I’m just idk how to explain. I like to write them like the person is seeing them for the first time ever and they’re starved to remember everything about them. I love seeing people in love…I’m a romantic at heart and I love when people who suffer feel something for someone they thought they never could. I’m so thankful you like my writing, it means the world to me.

#bsd #asks #soukoku #it makes me so #so #so happy #to see people #enjoying my work #I just 😿😿😿

[izanyas]

oh!!! oh!!! for the skk prompts (if you're still doing it) would you mind doing a "meet the fam" one if that's not too terribly difficult?

probably not exactly what you expected but this reminded me hardcore of Owe No Debt so i couldn’t resist writing one of the extra scenes that didn’t make it to the story.

warning for very vague references to abuse.

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“I don’t care what Ace said,” Dazai drawled, looking over the boxes full of apples in front of him. “If he wants me to handle that mess he’ll have to take it up with Mori.”

The man next to him, one of Ace’s underlings—though slave might be the right word, considering the awful collar—whimpered pathetically. Dazai hadn’t paid much attention to his surroundings since getting to the marketplace, so he had no idea if he was even being watched. He technically didn’t have anything pressing to do for the day, and it had only taken one of Chuuya’s disgusted glances at how pale and sickly he knew he looked to decide that he might as well go out.

He’d been doing a lot of that lately, trying to make Chuuya’s opinion of him shift somehow, for better or worse. He couldn’t quite stop thinking about the way Chuuya had looked a few weeks ago, stepping into one of Akutagawa’s training sessions to carry a message and blanching, almost freezing at the sight of what they were doing.

Dazai frowned at the apple he was holding, dismissing the heavily annoyed glance that its seller was giving him. He didn’t think he’d been standing there that long, but obviously, he’d missed some time again.

“Please, Dazai-sama,” Ace’s man said once more.

It could’ve garnered some pity if Dazai had any pity left in him.

“No,” he replied. He handed money over to the vendor lazily, taking a bite of the apple. It was the sharp, acidic kind, the one he liked best. All the others were too sweet.

The man shot him one last dark glance. Dazai gave it back with a hollow smile.

Then he leaned into the handyman’s side a whispered, “Now get out of here before I kill you,” into his ear.

He didn’t have to repeat himself.

Dazai leaned against the back of the open truck. With its rows of colorful fruit, it looked a little like a great gutted beast, would have painted a gloomier picture if not for the rush of people walking in front of it. He ate the rest of the apple without tasting much of it, contenting himself with glancing over the boring faces around him. He amused himself for a moment by imagining each of them as human, as living creatures. His mind strained at the effort, though. He didn’t know anyone on this side of town, had come here precisely because of it—the fact that Ace had sent someone on his tail just to ask him to fix the entire drug bust mess he had made with the police two days ago irritated him.

Someone bumped into him from the side, and the apple fell from his hand. 

“I’m sorry,” said a voice—a woman’s voice, he confirmed, meeting its owner’s eyes.

Something about them made the sick-sweet retort building on his lips halt.

“It’s nothing,” he replied, peering at her.

“Oh, I’m so—” she seemed to fret for a second, looking between his hands and the fallen apple—“let me buy you another, I’m so sorry—”

“Miss, it’s fine. I was almost done with it.”

He was used to people getting nervous around him, but never quite that way. The woman obviously wasn’t scared of him—the chance that she even knew him was so slim as to be nonexistent—but she looked like she was scared of something anyway. There was a nervousness to her that felt very familiar. As if she was ready to jump out of her own skin.

Dazai looked her over for a second longer. She could have been anywhere between forty and fifty years; short, black-haired, sporting that same slightly-disheveled long cut that all mothers seemed to have. Her face was very lovely. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her in his life.

Yet there was a nagging feeling at the back of his mind. A drag of old suspicion in his belly.

“Please let me buy you a new one,” she said, bowing lightly.

Well. It wasn’t as if Dazai had anything better to do.

He followed after her toward the side of the truck-shop. Its owner seemed about as unhappy to see him now as he had been the first time, though he smiled at the woman. Probably because she bought a whole lot of other things, on top of the apple.

Dazai took it from her with a whispered thank you, which she waved off nervously. 

“Do you come here often, then?” he asked, when it looked as though she was ready to walk away from him. 

He didn’t want to let her go before figuring out why she intrigued him.

The woman flicked a nervous glance to his face. Dazai could only thank coincidence that he hadn’t been injured there in a while; he was free of cuts or bruises, both eyes open to the light of day. He knew he looked younger than his height made him out to be—the women seemed to notice it as well, and something flickered over her face, aching brightly for a second, before she finally relaxed.

“I live just up the street,” she said. “Are you—not from around here?”

“I’m not. My name is Dazai, by the way.”

“Fuku,” she replied. She didn’t offer a last name. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Lovely to meet you too,” he muttered in answer.

He couldn’t stop looking at her face. The was something—the shape of her eyes, the structure of it… She withstood his scrutiny with good grace, though he could tell that she was growing uncomfortable by the second. It was understandable; she was a woman, shorter and frailer than him, standing here behind the thick of the market as he stared at her like a creep. And he had never been very good at making people feel anything but scared or angry in his presence anyway. Only Odasaku, Ango, and Chuuya ever viewed him as something worth more than fear and hatred.

“I’m sorry,” he let out, looking away at last. It cost him to have to ask, but he did it anyway. “Say—have we ever met somewhere before?”

“I don’t—I don’t think so,” Fuku replied. Her voice was faint.

“I could swear I’ve seen you somewhere.”

“I really don’t think so, Dazai-kun.” She added, “I think I would have remembered you.”

Most people did.

Still, that was disappointing. Dazai let his interest fade into boredom once more. It was out of habit and nothing more that he told her, “I must have seen you in a dream and wished to meet you again, then. You’re very beautiful.”

There was a second of silence; then Fuku snorted, something loud and entirely different than he would have expected out of a timid-looking person like her—he couldn’t help but look again as her lips lifted, as she replied, “You’re a little too young for me, boy. Even if I wasn’t married.”

Her smile wasn’t at all timid. It grew boyish on her, hesitant but frank, not at all the gentle curve of the mouth that he had waited for. It looked so out of place. It made her eyes thin and dimple. It twisted sideways, a little, as if she didn’t know how to do it more gently. 

Dazai knew that smile.

“Married,” he repeated through a haze.

There was no way. There was no way. He had spent months looking back then, almost an entire year trying to figure it out, there was no way the answer had been sitting here this entire time—

“Do you have kids?” he asked, controlled, polite. As if he was making small talk and nothing more.

She had all of his active interest now.

Her smile faded naturally. So naturally that anyone less observant than him would have missed the old shadow in her eyes, would not have associated it to the hint of permanent sleeplessness that her makeup hid poorly. “I have two,” she replied.

“How old?”

Fuku’s mouth shook for a second.

“The youngest is only three,” she said eventually. “The oldest…”

Her struggle was too obvious for him not to make note of it. If he said nothing, it would become suspicious. “Oh,” he intoned, in what he hoped was a compassionate enough voice. “I’m sorry.”

He felt greedy.

She shook her head at him, immediately bothered by the thought of imposing on him. “No, I, I shouldn’t speak of it to a stranger—you’re so young.” Her words were soft as she said it. Her gaze struck with misery as it washed over him. “How old are you?”

“Seventeen,” he answered.

“Seventeen,” she repeated. Like the number was haunting her.

They fell silent for a moment. There was no way Dazai would let her go without prying every detail he could out of her and confirm what he already knew, giddy, at the hollow of his heart; but he couldn’t insist so obviously without startling her. 

It was a surprise when she raised her head and asked, “Would you like to come over for tea?”

She sounded a little desperate, a little aloft with nostalgia. Loss was so strikingly present on her, grief breathing out of her every word, that it was a wonder she could speak without crying. That she could laugh at all. Her shoulder shook once as she awaited his answer. Dazai was so familiar with the gesture—made in nervousness or irritation or sometimes, the most wonderful times, embarrassment—that he had to restrain an outright grin.

“I would love to,” he said darkly.

She smiled at him again with a hopelessness made habit by the years; and in every line of her face, grieved and stubborn, Dazai saw Chuuya.

#bsd #soukoku #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #tumblr fic #fic: owe no debt #anon #answered #i ended up deleting the second half of this bc it stands better just like this