#dazushi fic

[queencorgo]

Hated by the Rain (Part 2 of “The Disqualified”; Dazatsu fanfic)

Title: Hated by the Rain (ongoing)

Summary: Set two months after the events of “The Disqualified”—Atsushi struggles to adapt to his new life without his special ability. Plagued with sudden feelings of emptiness and mourning, he seeks help from an unlikely source to piece his former self back together. In doing so, Atsushi must submit to the evil he originally fought to escape, putting his life and his love for Dazai on the line.

Meanwhile, Dazai is haunted by a mysterious ability user from another world, one who is inextricably close to him, more so than he could ever imagine.

Relationships: Dazai/Atsushi

Tags/Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, beastAU, implied/referenced suicide, graphic depictions of violence

Chapters: 2/?

Notes: I realized I never officially posted that I’m working on this?? Better late than never! Anyway, it’s like a fix it…but reverse. What is the opposite of a fix it? I dunno but that’s what this is lol it might hurt a little.

But honestly I loved writing The Disqualified so much. So if there is something you want to see more of in this fic, let me know! I’m open to suggestions. I love writing long shit, so any suggestions I’d def consider!

#dazatsu fanfic #dazatsu #dazatsu fic #bsd fanfic #bsd #bungou stray dogs #atsushi x dazai #ready to fuck shit up again #gonna update as much as I can #rip to my nanowrimo goals lmao #dazushi

[agayhurricane]

upon first touch

In a world where you cannot see your soulmate’s eye color, Dazai longs for someone with two hues he can see.

sloth

If he didn’t know any better, Dazai would have thought he was in a dream.

At a quarter to eight in the morning, the interior of the Armed Detective Agency is bathed in a gauzy yellow, dust motes floating in the slanted rays streaming in from the windows. Dazai’s back is warm where the sunshine hits him, and the low electric hum from where his cheek is pressed against his computer lulls him into a drowsy trance.

Around him, the Agency comes to life. The slow trickle of arriving employees gives way to clicking heels, the whirr of their coffee machine, and printers sputtering reports backlogged from yesterday. A soft chime from the wall clock signals the hour and the office door opens once more, coupled with a prompt, “Good morning.”

“Kunikida-kun,” he calls, still slumped over his table. “Early as ever.”

His partner’s astonishment is so tangible that Dazai shifts to face his frozen form, mischief already painting his face. “If you don’t close your mouth the flies will get in, you know.”

Kunikida scoffs indignantly, glaring at him as he’s making his way to his own desk. “Unlike you,” he says, as he jabs at his laptop’s power button, “I make it a point to be punctual.” Dazai watches on as the screen flickers to life. Kunikida takes a seat then swivels his chair towards him accusatorily. “Which is why you being here before me tells me that you’re up to no good.”

Dazai’s grin widens. “Can I not be early without any ulterior motives?”

“Unless the world is ending, then no.” Ranpo chimes in, strolling into the office with an open bag of chips in his hand. “And I don’t need my super deduction to tell me that.”

“Good morning to you too, Ranpo-san,” Kunikida says, eye twitching subtly as he eyed the trail of crumbs Ranpo was leaving on the clean floor.

“Why are you both on my case today,” Dazai says, pulling his mouth into a mournful pout just to get on Kunikida’s nerves. “I can be a responsible employee.”

“Sure,” Ranpo says. Turning back to the entrance he calls: “Atsushi! What’s taking you so long?”

A booted foot catches the door, stopping it from swinging shut. It’s followed by a shoulder in a white shirt nudging it open. Dazai’s eyes follow as a platinum head of hair peeks out from behind a massive paper bag filled to the brim with snacks, drinks, and candy.

Atsushi’s sheepish face comes into view. “Sorry, the elevator took a little while to come back.” Bowing as best as he could with the goodies in his arms, he greets, “Good morning, everyone—and Dazai-san?”

Ranpo’s glasses glint as he instructs Atsushi to deposit the bag by his desk. “Dazai’s playing good employee today,” he says, reaching over to dig into the paper bag, “and since I’m feeling generous”—he produces a single sweet from the pile—“catch.”

Dazai swipes the candy from midair and reclines in his seat. “You sure you don’t have ulterior motives for this one, Ranpo-san?”

There’s a flash of green as Ranpo glances up from where he’s restocking snacks in his safe. “You tell me.”

As he disappears once more behind his hoard, Dazai turns his attention to Atsushi, who was getting settled on his desk next to him. “You really are early today, Dazai-san,” he is saying, “Is there an assignment you need to get to?”

The morning haze has faded and the light takes on a stronger edge, making his subordinate’s eyes glassy pools of purple and gold.

Dazai’s grin gives way to a small secret smile. He gestures at Atsushi to come closer, and waits for his swivel chair to scoot over to him. There’s a moment of hesitation where Dazai can see the guard on Atsushi’s face desperately trying to remain steadfast, and then it’s crumbling, giving way to a measured, but curious look.

Triumphant, Dazai hides behind a conspiratorial hand as he leans in towards Atsushi, purposely fanning his breath over the younger’s ear. “Nothing in particular.”

Satisfaction fills him at the way the boy flinches, cheeks visibly ruddy even as he moves away.

“Very funny, Dazai-san,” Atsushi huffs, before he shakes his head and gets to work.

Dazai beams, “Isn’t it?” stifling another laugh as Atsushi proceeds to ignore him.

Keeping his expression pleasant, he faces his own desk once more. He unwraps the candy Ranpo threw at him— shaped like a green grape and glistening with sugar crystals,—and pops it unceremoniously into his mouth.

Ah. He says to himself.

It’s fucking sour.

Dazai’s smile sharpens as he crushes it between his teeth.

Finishing it in seconds, he leans back against his seat. The aftertaste doesn’t bother him one bit, but there’s an invisible weight that’s begun to settle itself around him, suffocating in its familiarity and all encompassing. When he closes his eyes in a doze, the light hitting him stings, heavy.

(He really should have known better than to believe he could still dream.)

gluttony

Sometimes though, Dazai hypothesizes.

Moments when he plays with the what-if’s, entertaining ideas his treacherous mind puts forth. He’s never allowed himself to dwell on them, not if he can help it. Eventually, by some circumstance or another, his years of cold analytical assessment win over and he detaches himself from situations as quickly as he has found himself in them.

From an outsider perspective, he knows his methods appear cold, and unfeeling—and perhaps they are, Dazai muses. Still, he prefers the terms ‘objective and logical.’

(No matter how much it echoes that of former…mentors that are best left in the past)

It’s like a game, deciding when to follow his own principles, and when to give in just a little to his impulses.

Nowadays, he realizes with no small amount of surprise, that it’s been more of the latter.

Hiding a wry quirk of his lips behind his glass, Dazai tunes back into his surroundings. He, Kunikida, Tanizaki and Atsushi were crammed in a small table, their after work dinner laid out in front of them. Slowly, the packed izakaya comes into focus.

At a little past seven, raucous patrons were constantly ducking in and out past the white noren at the threshold; salarymen in loosened suits, the occasional couple, students eager for something warm to eat. Around them, the scent of cooking meat and broth is thick in the air.

Across the table, Kunikida is pointing an accusatory vegetable skewer at him. “…and if we hadn’t been tracking this idiot, he would’ve drowned and we never would have found you after.”

“It kinda worked out in the end though, in hindsight,” Tanizaki pipes in from next to Kunikida. “Like you were meant to work with us, Atsushi.”

“I wouldn’t go that far but—” seated at Dazai’s right, Atsushi turns to him, a mix of fascination and exasperation on his face. “—you really have to quit jumping in rivers, Dazai-san.”

“Were you talking about the day we found you, Atsushi-kun?” he says. “It’s nearly been a year, has it?”

At Atsushi’s nod, Kunikida snorts. “I’ve got to commend you for sticking around this long.”

“But it’s a good thing!” Tanizaki says, looking up from his bowl of udon. “It really did get livelier with you and Kyouka-chan around. And even if there are, uh, better options than the Agency, we really are glad to have you around, Atsushi.”

“That really…means a lot, thank you,” bashful, Atsushi’s hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. Dazai’s eyes follow. “And, well, I wasn’t really counting but it’s been exactly a year since a couple of days ago.”

There’s a collective exclamation around the table. Dazai snatches the opportunity to sling his arm around Atsushi’s shoulders, tugging the boy to his chest and jostling a saucer of pickled daikon in the process. “You should’ve said so earlier, Atsushi-kun!” he cries, ruffling the younger man’s hair just to watch his ears redden. “Kunikida-kun will pay for your dinner tonight!”

“Hah?”

Ignoring his partner’s protests is worth it for the blush that blooms across Atsushi’s face. “I can pay for it myself, Dazai-san,” Atsushi says.

“Oh?” This close, Dazai could see the fading blemishes sitting on his nose bridge, and the barely visible hairs above his top lip. “And if I want to spoil you?”

“Then don’t do it with Kunikida-san’s money,” Atsushi chides. Even with the smoke and shit fluorescent lighting he appears—fond. Dazai is aware, too aware, that Atsushi has made no move to extricate himself from his hold.

He breaks away first.

“Alright then.” To the surprise of everyone on the table, he reaches into his pocket, waves a passing waitress over, and hands over a credit card.

Dazai laughs as Kunikida immediately checks his own wallet. “It wasn’t yours, dummy,” he teases.

“It very easily could have been,” Kunikida grumbles.

“I’ve never seen Dazai-san pay for someone else yet,” Tanizaki says in awe.

“Only ‘cause it’s a special occasion,” Dazai says with a wink.

Beside him, Atsushi’s eyes gleam as he smiles. Dazai’s chest constricts. “You didn’t have to do that, Dazai-san,” Atsushi says. “But—thank you.”

Dazai keeps his gaze level as he rests his chin on his palm, eyes trained on his subordinate’s even as their brightness taunts him. “Don’t mention it, Atsushi-kun.”

CONTINUE READING IN AO3

#dazatsu #dazai x atsushi #dazai osamu x nakajima atsushi #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi #bungou stray dogs #fanfic #okay to reblog #written by ricane #pining dazai was such a joy to write i can't wait to share the whole fic aaaaaaaaaa <3 #dazushi

[shiroganeryo]

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Weddings, Wedding Night, Honeymoon, Romantic Fluff, and a tinge of comedy, Comfort No Hurt, Non-Explicit Sex, they openly discuss their intimate life but the real deal happens offscreen, Background Relationships, Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions 

Vows were exchanged, soon followed by the sincere ‘I do’ from each half of a single beating heart. The rings were then brought to the couple, two shiny sterling silver bands that were carefully set in the place where they belonged, the mark of a promise that tied them to one another.

Neither would have ever imagined such happiness was reserved for them.

Written for Dazatsu Week's Day 6: Wedding.

#dazatsuweek2023 #dazatsu #dazushi #hello hello first time exposing my ao3 in here I believe #I won't babble like I usually do since the fic itself has notes but <3 #hope it gets received well! #my written works #this fic's been completed! All 3 chapters are out~

[circular-plutos]

Dazai most certainly didn't believe dying due to some annoying cold was a sort of suicide he'd enjoy.

He was currently lying on his bed, his nose stuffy and red. He was positive if he just tried, he'd most probably be able to go through the day but, currently, he was trying to run away from Kunikida, which also meant he was trying to run away from his job.

So, thus, here he was, lying in bed, miserable.

He heard the main door being unlocked and he instantly felt his eyes narrow down. The only person who had the key to his apartment door was Kunikida and that, too, because Kunikida didn't believe in his punctuality and so, if any dire problems were to come up, he could just barge in and open the door. 

And so, he quickly went over all the possibilities and prepared himself for the worst-case scenario when his eyes noticed a mop of silver locks.

He might not like the cold, but he most definitely liked Atsushi.

#dazatsu #dazushi #oneshot #sick fic #maybe #i had posted this once on my other account but then it got deleted sob

[thechaoscryptid]

BTHB, 2023 Edition

What up readers, it’s me, ya demon. On my 2023 agenda is getting a blackout on this bad boy and I would like your help deciding whomst to torture 🥰

Below the cut, you will find a sampling of the fandoms, ships, and individuals I’d love to write about. This list is not exhaustive - please feel free to request something that feels like it might be in line with my wants. If a ship is listed, assume I am comfortable writing for both characters separately as well.

- If multiple folks request the same prompt, I will choose ONE to write 

- If you want to send me a song/dialogue line/specific au prompt in addition to the BTHB prompt to help 🌟set the mood🌟, feel free

- Prompts may NOT be combined in one fic, but you can send me a selection of prompts and let me pick one (ie. “Dazai and touch starved, snowed in, or hope is scary”)

- Feel free to use the GRAB BAG option and request a prompt without a fandom/character/ship attached! You might get OC work, you might get an unfamiliar fandom, you might get an old favorite

If you have any questions or would like to confirm if I might be into something, my asks and messages are open!

The Non-Exhaustive List, in No Particular Order

BNHA: EraserMic, ShinZawa, ShinBaku, ShigaDabi, DabiHawks, TogaTwice

BSD: Odazai, DaRan, Dazushi

JJK: SukuFushi, NanaGo, OkkoIta

NARUTO: KakaIru (most Kakashi ships except KakaGai honestly), MultiSaku (no Lee, no Gai pls), GenIno, HakuZabu, “pick one of your ten thousand rarepairs Alex”

FE:3H: Sylvix, Byhardt (m!Byleth), Felileth (m!Byleth), Dimitri, Claurenz

MXTX: WangXian, HuaLian, maaaaaybe BeefLeaf

VOLTRON: Sheith, Katt, Pidge, Reiner

PROMARE: GueiMei, GaloLio

SK8: MatchaBlossom, TadaAi, ShadOka, Renga

Original Characters: Felix Grey, Moira Ewing, Kestra and Krynn Freyn, Cyra and Kanden Erus, Kees Harker, Ifri Vell, Dhara Michaelis, “make up some new characters Alex”

#bthb #prompts open #ask box open #bnha #bsd #jjk #naruto #fe3h #mxtx #voltron #promare #sk8 #original work

[drangues]

Point of No Return (Raised Together AU)

Dazai Osamu is twelve years old when he commits his first real crime.

In the future, he will rarely remember crimes of this magnitude, regardless of how bloody or brutal they will end up being- In the end, they all blur together, and when asked, he’d say he couldn’t care more about one or the other. Which man died screaming over what isn’t something that affects him.

(In the far future, he will rarely remember crimes of this magnitude, though not for lack of trying, and not for lack of regret.)

But this crime- His first crime- Will always, always stick with him.

(This crime, even in the far future, is one he feels no true regret over.)

He remembers that it began with blood.

xxx——xxx——xxx

Nakajima Atsushi has been gone for twenty-two hours, thirty-four minutes, and seventeen seconds by the time Dazai decides that he needs to figure out where the Headmaster has taken his closest- And only, if he’s being honest- Friend.

(Yes, he had been keeping track of the time.

Yes, he has not learned That Man’s name. He refuses to.)

It was, admittedly, a very risky decision on his part- After all, if he was caught after hours, looking for the Headmaster’s favorite unfavorite child, it wouldn’t be him that would get punished. He learned, after the first few times he tried to intervene, about how That Man seemed to enjoy punishing Atsushi for “corrupting” the other children.

(He remembers when he realized. The stench of burnt flesh still feels like it clings to him, and the echos of Atsushi’s screams ring in his ears when he’s alone.

Dazai has found that all he can do for him is be well once they see each other again. Someone needs to clean his wounds.)

Nonetheless, finding Atsushi was a risk he had to take- Punishments normally took half of this time at most, provided it wasn’t a full moon (Look into that, he reminds himself, why then- But no, no, not important-). That it was taking this long over something so stupid was… Concerning.

He slips out of his room.

xxx——xxx——xxx

It doesn’t take Dazai much longer to figure out where That Man has placed Atsushi, though getting there is another matter entirely- The orphanage is a big place, after all, and if he gives away what he’s trying to do, it could make things worse.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to find any keys once he gets there- Dazai has long become used to picking locks, and the ones at the orphanage are hardly new.

The basement door creaks as it swings open, and he holds his breath for what must be a minute while he waits and sees if anyone heard.

Nothing.

He sneaks down the stairs.

(It was what he found at the bottom that broke him.)

xxx——xxx——xxx

The first thing he notices is that Atsushi is curled up in the center of the room, shaking like a leaf and either entirely unaware of his presence or too terrified to care.

The second is the small, dark puddle under Atsushi’s tiny body.

It smells like rusted iron.

He wastes no time at all in going to his side, and the dull noises of his feet hitting the floor don’t bother him. He doesn’t have to worry about their caretakers hearing him down here.

(God knows they’d complain about having to hear the screams.)

“Atsushi,” he does his best to keep too much emotion out of his voice, because that isn’t what he needs, right now. “Atsushi, are you- Can you-“

He chokes back the obvious questions of ‘Are you okay’ or ‘Can you stand’ because the obvious answer is no, but he needs to say something-

“Atsushi, can you see me right now?”

It takes a frightening few moments for the silver haired boy to even register his words, and another few moments for him to respond, but when the glaze recedes from his eyes, just a bit, and he nods, Dazai sighs in relief.

“Good. That’s- That’s good,” he swallowed. “Can you- Talk?”

Another pause, and Atsushi coughs, voice weak, but-

“Ye-es. Yes, I can- I can talk, Osamu-san.”

He sounds like he’s been screaming.

“Sorry for taking so… So long-“

“It’s fine, it isn’t your fault, don’t apologize- Here, I’ll help you up-“

Atsushi freezes, grip going tight, and his mouth opens to respond, but Dazai is already lifting him up, and-

There’s a pained, hazy whine, and Dazai freezes. Looks down.

Ah.

Why didn’t I look more closely?

Dazai has found the source of the blood, it seems- It seeps from a clearly painful wound on Atsushi’s foot, reopened from its attempts to close thanks to Dazai’s efforts.

Not that it could close.

It’s been nailed to the ground, after all. And the nail hasn’t been removed.

He stares, eyes blank. Tremors run up and down Atsushi’s body, and he realizes, belatedly, that he’s still holding him.

Very, very gently, he sets him down, doing his best to be mindful of his foot.

He stares again.

They’d nailed his foot his-

They’d shoved and nail to it and just-

They’d-

Dazai thinks, somewhat morbidly, that the nail makes Atsushi’s foot look even smaller than it is.

It probably went through bone.

It must’ve hurt so much.

There’s so much blood-

He blinks, feeling sluggish and hazy. Atsushi. Right. He needs to- He needs to make sure he’s okay. He needs to get the nail out.

There’s a hammer, not too far away. Just out of Atsushi’s reach, actually.

Dazai picks it up, noting, distantly, that there’s blood on the head.

He thinks he knows what this was for.

Luckily, the hammer can be used to remove the nails. Dazai doesn’t know if he could do it with his fingers.

“I’m going-“ his voice sounds hoarse. He clears his throat. “I’m going to try to… Remove the nail. Okay, Atsushi?”

He gets a blank stare in response.

“Atsushi?”

The boy jumps this time, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He nods, though, hands shaking.

It’s silent, and Dazai doesn’t know why he can’t move his body.

“They. He. He tried to make me- To make me h-hammer it in myse-“ Atsushi chokes on his own words, shaky violently, now. “I c-couldn’t- The hammer- I-“

“It’s okay.”

Dazai’s own voice sounds hollow, to his ears. Atsushi looks up at him, tears trailing down his face, eyes wide.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.”

He kneels down, movements careful, and slots the hammer over the nail, doing his best to ignore how firmly it settles against Atsushi’s skin.

That Man really drove it in-

Hands tighten on his shoulders, and before he can think too deeply about anything, he pulls the hammer up and away from Atsushi’s foot.

Then he throws it, as hard as he can, to the other side if the basement.

Dazai doesn’t remember being this angry before.

“It’s okay,” he says again, voice dull. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. It’s okay-“

Atsushi cries.

xxx——xxx——xxx

Atsushi liked to tell him about the books he read, in the quiet of the library, as he hid from the other children, or even the adults. He talked about fantasies of children escaping their tormentors, of candy houses in the woods, about true love born and raised at midnight.

(“Osamu-san,” he’d wondered aloud one night, rain pounding at their thin walls as the cold seeped into their bones, “Osamu-san, wouldn’t it be nice if that was us?”

It’s a foolish notion, Dazai knows it is, but he’s never been one to keep Atsushi from the things that keep him alive and close by, selfish as that may be.

“It would be, he’d replied, “Maybe it could be, one day.”

Atsushi had giggled, then, the sound muffled by his hands and the cold and the pain weeping through their bodies like mud.

It was a nice sound.)

He talked, sometimes, about the characters being mad. He’d mentioned that sometimes, they were so mad they saw red, so angry that they couldn’t control themselves.

So furious they couldn’t think straight.

Dazai is not seeing red. He is perfectly in control, and he is, most definitely, thinking straight.

He considers, for a moment, if this makes him a monster, for what he’s about to do next.

No, he thinks. No.

It doesn’t.

Because a monster is shaped like a grown man with an awful haircut who takes and takes and hurts and hurts, who targets the only goddamn person in the world that Dazai cares about.

A monster uses a god-shaped hole to justify his actions.

And a monster is going to be dead by day’s end, because Dazai is going to kill it.

xxx——xxx——xxx

It isn’t as easy as simply up and leaving Atsushi to do the deed, however- His friend is in no condition to stay with him while he does what he has to do.

Even now, Dazai can see the small tremors running up and down his body, and choked, raspy wheezes pull their way from his throat. The aftershocks of his crying fit, no doubt.

He purses his lips, tucking the smaller boy under his chin as he thought.

Perhaps… He could leave him down here? Not permanently, of course- They’d need to escape- But sound didn’t travel well between the basement and the main house, so he wouldn’t have to hear anything.

The key would be making sure he didn’t have to look at the source of his trauma when he was alone.

Dazai hummed under his breath, eyes mapping out what he could see in the darkness- There was a cage, at the far back, but there were manacles there, and he doesn’t fancy having Atsushi wait for him inside of iron bars, so that’s a no. The corner to the left of the cage is also out, because that’s where he’d thrown the hammer and nail. Definitely not the center of the room, because there was still a blood puddle there…

His eyes fell on the right corner, right behind the rickety stairs that led into the basement.

It was dark, so he doesn’t think Atsushi would be forced to see the rest of the area, even if he turned around. It’s positioning meant that it would hide him from any adults who came down the stairs to investigate, though Dazai hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

Definitely not perfect, but it would have to do.

“Atsushi,” he murmured. His voice was still dull, and he winced. “Atsushi, I’m going to move us, alright?”

There wasn’t a verbal response, but he felt the boy nod his head as much as he could, with it still tucked under Dazai’s chin. He took that for consent and, after a moment to brace them both, he lifted him halfway off the ground, keeping a careful arm around his waist so he didn’t fall.

(As much as Dazai would love to simply carry him, the orphanage hardly feeds them enough for him to be able to. He’d just exhaust himself, and he couldn’t be tired.

Not now.)

Once they’d moved, Dazai took great care in positioning Atsushi so that his back was to the center of the room. He went to pull away, then, but the panicked whine he got in response made him hesitate.

“Don’t leave. Please, please don’t leave me alone Osamu-“

“I’m not going to,” he pressed his face against Atsushi’s hair, sighing. “Atsushi, there’s. There’s something I have to do, okay? I won’t be gone long, I promise. Just stay here and I’ll be back soon.”

Atsushi’s hands don’t loosen their grip on his arms, but Dazai can’t bring himself to care.

Eventually, still shaking, they let go.

“Promise?”

Dazai smiles, then.

“Always.”

It was not a nice smile.

xxx——xxx——xxx

After convincing Atsushi that he isn’t leaving permanently, Dazai makes his way up the stairs- He’d considered, just for a moment, taking the hammer with him, but he doesn’t want to risk drawing Atsushi’s attention to it, again.

Best to leave it where it lay- Not like he wanted to touch it, again.

Unfortunately, this did mean he had to think of a new way to get rid of the Headmaster- Finding another hammer would take too long, after all, and now that he thought about it, there was too much risk that it’d make noise.

A knife, then? He knew the way to the kitchens, and while it might be messy, he doesn’t think you can mess up slitting someone’s throat.

Even if you are eleven and horribly malnourished.

Luckily for Dazai, the kitchen happens to be close by- Really, it’s just a matter of avoiding the floorboards that creak and being very, very quiet when he opens the drawers to look for the right thing.

Definitely not a butter knife, he thinks to himself. A cleaver is too big, though- Could i use it efficiently? And a steak knife might be too small…

His eyes fall on one of the larger knives in the set. A kitchen knife, was it? Seems light enough… Seems large enough, too. He picks it up for a moment, testing the weight, swinging it once or twice- Atsushi mentioned characters in his books doing that once, he thinks, and it’s something to do, if nothing else- And he thinks on what he’s about to do.

If this works- If Dazai really walks out of this room, knife in hand- A man will be dead by daybreak.

His hands will be bloody. It isn’t a decision he can take back, once he makes it.

Is he really going to do this? Can he do it? Does he want to-

(He thinks of Atsushi, curled up and shaking in the center of a room, tiny foot nailed to the ground-

He thinks of a piercing, painful hunger, of seeing Atsushi’s arms bloodied from how hungry the boy was-

He thinks of cold, of midnights full of pain, spent curled up in the corner of his shared room with Atsushi, thin arms wrapped around each other, murmured stories spilling from the silver haired boy’s lips-

He thinks-

“Osamu-san, wouldn’t it be nice if that was us?”

“It would be. Maybe it could be, one day.”

He thinks-

“Promise?”

“Always.”

He thinks, he thinks, he thinks-)

xxx——xxx——xxx

Dazai stares up at a wooden door- The stuff of nightmares, for kids like him, for kids like Atsushi. The home of their monster under the bed.

He opens the door, careful to keep it quiet.

Nothing moves in the darkness. He steps inside, closing it with a quiet click.

He wants to do this. He has to do this. They’ll both die here if he doesn’t.

He won’t regret it.

He can’t.

xxx——xxx——xxx

It’s warm, is Dazai’s first thought.

He stares at the body on the bed, blood slowly but surely seeping into the fabric of the sheets- Probably staining it, too, now that he thinks about it.

Good, he thinks, spiteful. That Man didn’t deserve clean place to die. Really, he deserved worse than a simple stabbing, too, but Dazai was short on time, and it was dark, and if the Headmaster has woken up and alerted someone-

He shakes the thought off, the action reminding him of the blood caking on his clothes and his skin. He made a face at the feeling.

And now it’s sticky. How fun.

Unfortunately, he and Atsushi need to leave- After all, he has no doubt that the other orphanage workers would claim it was Atsushi or himself who had done it, and he sees no reason to believe that whoever came to investigate would doubt them.

(He’d considered, briefly, killing the other workers to give them more time- They were just as much monsters as That Man was, after all… But no. Leaving was more important.)

He hopes Atsushi hasn’t been too upset while he was gone.

xxx——xxx——xxx

Getting back to Atsushi turns out to be the easy part- He opens the door with ease, still making as little noise as possible, but steps down the stairs leading to the basement loudly enough to alert Atsushi that someone is coming.

It’s getting out that’s the problem.

Because as it turns out, stepping foot out of the only place you’ve ever known, no matter how awful it was to you, is terrifying for both of them.

Dazai stares up at the gates before them.

Of course this is where he freezes. In front of gates. Not even when he’s killing someone. Of fucking course-

Atsushi’s hand tightens around his own, and he realizes, belatedly, that they’ve been clinging to each other since he got Atsushi out of the basement.

He tightens his own hand in response.

“Dazai-san,” the silver haired boy stops, face hesitant and voice hoarse. “Dazai-san, we… Need to go. Right? You’ll get in trouble for- For helping me if we don’t.”

Atsushi looks up at him, eyes still somewhat distant, but.

But it was better than it was.

Remember why you’re doing this.

It isn’t as if Atsushi doesn’t understand the situation- His friend is hardly stupid, and he knows what the blood that covered him means- So instead of arguing, he begins scaling the gates.

Opening them would make too much noise, right now.

Dazai refuses to ruin this. Not when they’ve come this far.

xxx——xxx——xxx

It had taken them a day to get out of the woods that surrounded the living hell that had been their life (they could’ve been quicker, but better safe than sorry- Atsushi is certain he heard people looking for them, after all).

It had taken them a further week of living on the streets, terrified of being found and dragged back, kicking and screaming, to find any hope of salvation.

(“I don’t want to go back, Osamu-san,” Atsushi had sobbed on their second night. “I don’t want to go back, they’ll take you, they’ll hurt you-“

“It’s okay, Atsushi. It’s okay-“

“Don’t go,” Atsushi choked out, shaking. “Don’t go, don’t go, you promised-“

“I did,” he pressed a kiss against Atsushi’s hair, eyes blank. “I won’t leave. I promise. I promise, I promise, I promise-“

The words had continued well into the night,)

Then again, maybe he shouldn’t be calling it salvation.

It’s warm.

Dazai stares at the man across from them, eyes dull. Atsushi is buried in his side, half trying to avoid looking at the bloody corpse on the medical table, half unable to look away.

He doesn’t think they’ve been apart for more than a minute since their escape.

Ōgai Mori turns his gaze to them, eyes wide, and there’s a touch of something unhinged there- But Dazai tightens his grip on Atsushi’s hand and remains in place.

They have nowhere else to go, after all.

“Both of you,” the black hair man starts, “are my witnesses… And the only other ones here to witness the last words of the former boss of the Port Mafia. He died of illness, and passed on leadership to his doctor with his dying breath.”

Mori’s grin stretches wider.

“Isn’t that right, Dazai Osamu-kun and Nakajima Atsushi-kun?”

And Dazai thinks of meeting the man, and his words at the time.

(“Twenty-three stab wounds,” he’d murmured, “is not an insignificant crime.”

Dazai knew a threat when he heard one, and the man smirked at his unasked question.

“Join with the Port Mafia, and I can promise protection from the consequences of your actions. You’ll be well suited, I’m certain.”

Dazai… Considers. Slides his gaze down to Atsushi, tucked into his side, eyes wide and the tell tale purple-on-gold of his ability peering at the one who’d invaded their temporary hideaway of an abandoned building.

(And hadn’t that been an event in and of itself- Discovering abilities, discovering that they had them-)

Mori’s smirk stretches wider, and Dazai thinks, absentmindedly, that only monsters how that many teeth.

“And your little friend can even join, too.”)

Dazai is sure that, if not for No Longer Human, it would be claws digging into his side instead of Atsushi’s tight grip.

Neither of them move, though, and all Dazai can do is stare at the man in front of them.

If it was just him, he wouldn’t care. If it was just him, he could deal with it. But it isn’t just him.

(Dazai thinks of bloodied nails and hammer and an aching, desperate need-)

They have nowhere else to go.

Against his side, Atsushi gives a tiny nod.

“Yes, Mori-san.”

xxx——xxx——xxx

Dazai Osamu is twelve years old when he commits his first crime in a fit of desperation.

It won’t be the last.

xxx——xxx——xxx

Point of No Return- (Expression) Phrase denoting when one must continue on with their current path, due to turning back being physically impossible or dangerous in some manner

xxx——xxx——xxx

Author’s Note: Nyanon here again- And here’s what I’ve been working on! Hopefully this lives up to my last little… Drabble? One-shot? Though it’s definitely more violent than the last one… Uh, whoops?

Also, super sorry if this wasn’t word for word on anything that popped up in universe? For example, I couldn’t completely remember Mori’s little speech to Dazai… Hope that’s alright!

#bsd #bsd fic #dazatsu fic #dazutshi fic #dazushi fic #dazai x atsushi #dazatsu #dazutshi #dazushi #anon #nyanon #nyanon fic #I LOVE THIS SO MUCH WHAT THE FUCKKK #atsushi nakajima #dazai osamu #submission

[katsu-not-found]

"..reaching up on his tiptoes, he gently press a kiss against the corner of Dazai's lips"

#dazatsu #dazushi #dazai x atsushi #bungou stray dogs #my art #bsd atsushi #i was inspired by treetrunkdaddy's fic #thank you #bsd dazai

[tickly-trashcan]

Overaffectionate {Dazushi}

A/N: dazushi my beloved *head in hands*. I love these two, dazushi is probably one of my favorite pairings from bsd and im super glad i got to write for them again! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: After Dazai’s been rather affectionate almost 24/7, Atsushi decides he’s had enough. 

Word Count: 1.1k (under the cut)

Atsushi was annoyed. Seriously annoyed.

Dazai’s antics were enough at work, but now they were coming back to the company’s dorms as well. Every morning when Atsushi walked out of his apartment with Kyoka, refreshed and ready to start the day, Dazai came around, peppering Atsushi with kisses, embarrassing both him and Kyoka.

He figured that it would last only a few days after they started dating, as with any new relationship one might be rather attached. But after a week, two weeks, it was seriously getting on his nerves. 

He couldn’t get a break from the man, not ever since he started this mass attack of affection at every given moment. Kunikida had come to Atsushi multiple times asking for him to get Dazai to leave him alone so he could work, and every time Atsushi said he would talk to him about it, he only clung to his shirt, whining like a small child.

And Atsushi was sick of it.

Finally, Atsushi had had enough. When walking home, Dazai clung to Atsushi’s arm, flirting blindly at him as Kyoka grew increasingly uncomfortable. Atsushi noticed this and quickly ushered her off, asking her to grab something he “needed” from the office. She nodded and quickly scurried off, leaving Atsushi and Dazai alone as they continued to walk back to the dorms, finally coming up to Dazai’s.

“Welp, here’s my stop! I’ll see you tomorrow honey~”

Atsushi groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance and stopping the door before Dazai closed it, a look of irritation on Atsushi’s face as he glared at the older man.

“Oh? Wanna come in~?”

“No. Absolutely not. What I want is for you to stop… whatever you’re doing!”

Dazai raised an eyebrow in confusion as Atsushi sighed, making wild gestures with his hands as he spoke.

“You. You’re too much. The affection, the pet names… I don’t mind them when it’s just the two of us, in fact I like it, but when we’re in front of other people… it makes me uncomfortable, and it makes other people uncomfortable.”

Dazai looked puzzled as Atsushi spoke, and after finishing his spiel, Dazai only shrugged.

“I don’t see what’s so bad about it. I like you, I’m just expressing my interest.”

Atsushi flushed at how blunt Dazai was, he was even more blunt when he had asked him out so this kind of behavior wasn’t necessarily new to Atsushi, but it still shocked him on occasion. 

“You’ve expressed your interest enough, Dazai. I know you like me, you can take it down a notch.”

Dazai still looked confused and Atsushi groaned. Clearly this wasn’t getting through to him, or it was and Dazai was just being an asshole. Either way, Atsushi decided to prove his point. 

Atsushi changed his expression from annoyed to fond. Dazai furrowed his brow, and was surprised when Atsushi put his hands on Dazai’s shoulder, smiling softly.

“Maybe it’s my turn to express my interest?”

Dazai chuckled, hands on Atsushi’s hips as Atsushi shut the door behind them, Dazai leaning in.

Dazai was shocked when Atsushi suddenly fluttered his fingers along Dazai’s neck, the older man immediately bursting into giggles as Atsushi chuckled, Dazai swatting at his hands.

“Ahatsushi!”

“Yes, Dazai? Sorry, am I embarrassing you? I figured I should give you a taste of your own medicine since you’re always embarrassing me.”

Dazai shook his head, mirth continuing to bubble from his lips as Atsushi lowered his hands, now squeezing in an agonizingly slow manner on Dazai’s sides, making the brunette jump. He tried to wiggle away from Atsushi, managing to get away for a brief moment before Atsushi grabbed him again, tackling him to the ground.

“Oww! Atsushi, that huhuhurt! Nooo!” Dazai whined, banging his fists on the ground as Atsushi straddled his back, kneading the back of his hips with his thumbs as Dazai snorted. Atsushi chuckled.

“What? Can’t take a little tickling?”

Dazai nodded his head and Atsushi laughed, digging his hands in a bit harder as he pinched at Dazai’s waist, Dazai flopping around and kicking his legs behind Atsushi, wailing.

“I’m sorrehehehehe! I didn’t mehehean it!”

Atsushi faked a gasp, leaning down close to Dazai’s ear.

“You didn’t mean it? Does that mean you don’t like me, Dazai?” He said, faking his voice to sound hurt. Dazai immediately shook his head.

“Nohohoho! I do like yohohohou! AHAHAtsushi, noo!”

Atsushi tutted as he dug into Dazai’s ribs, a spot he seemed to react severely to. He squirmed around harder, almost bucking Atsushi off as he held onto Dazai’s ribs, poking and prodding between each one, driving Dazai up the walls with ticklish hysteria.

Atsushi hummed, continuing to drive Dazai mad with laughter as he kicked and squirmed, his ribs completely under attack from Atsushi. Atsushi began to focus on his upper ribs, which seemed to elicit greater reactions compared to his lower ribs. Dazai whined as he continued to laugh madly.

“STAhahahap! I cahahan’t! It’s so bahahahad!” Dazai cried out, squealing when Atsushi dug under his arms, peals of more, frantic laughter pouring from his lips as Atsushi tutted.

“Oh come on, it doesn’t tickle that bad,” Atsushi teased, Dazai slamming his arms against his sides when Atsushi went back to his ribs, teasing the upper rib just enough to make Dazai snort again. 

“IT DOhohohoes!”

Atsushi hummed, going back to pinching Dazai’s waist so his laughter wouldn’t escalate to silent hysterics as the man was given a chance to breathe, panting with a mix of funny giggles sprinkled in.

“Are you gonna keep embarrassing me in front of other people?”

“Nohoho,” Dazai chuckled softly, his legs kicking weakly.

“Promise?”

“Crohohoss my heart~” Dazai half-sang, half-giggled. Atsushi was satisfied with his answer, finally getting off of him and helping him up, Dazai whistling before stretching his back, looking at Atsushi with an amused look.

“You really don’t like it?” Dazai asked, sounding a bit heartbroken as Atsushi floundered for words.

“O-Only in front of other people. When it’s just us, I don’t mind,” Atsushi said softly, fiddling with his thumbs as he grinned sheepishly. Dazai grinned.

“Well, we’re alone now aren’t we, dear?”

Atsushi took a moment to look around, even though he knew very well they were alone. He nodded, and Dazai chuckled, pulling Atsushi into a hug.

“Then surely you wouldn’t mind a bit of affection now, hmm?”

Atsushi felt his face flush, and he quickly covered it with his hands, whining softly as he nodded his head again. Dazai chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Atsushi’s hand and ruffling his hair.

“Whatever you wish, dear.”

#dazushi #dazai #atsushi #bungou stray dogs #tickle fic #anon

[eijunes]

dazatsu | classical music au | 2.6k words | chapter 1/2

[read on ao3]

#bungou stray dogs #dazatsu #dazushi #congrats to dazatsu for making me so desperate for a music au for them #that I had to write one myself :') #fic tag

[chouetteffraie]

Dazatsu Fanfic Starter Pack

- [Kunikida barges in] DAZAI DO YOUR DAMN REPORTS

-emotional oversharing vs emotional constipation - who will win?!

-”(character) is gonna kill you” “oh god fuckin finally”

-oH nO hOw CoUlD dAzAi PoSsIbLy SOIL hIs PRECIOUS sUbOrDiNaTe LiKe ThAt

-”atsushi-kun would never like me like that.........he’s so good.......and pure......and i’m a dark, horrible monster.........how could i taint his light......ruin his life.......i couldn’t.....” [pan to atsushi sassing the fuck out of akutagawa]

-”dazai-san would never like me like that...........he’s so handsome.....and charismatic.......and put together.......he’s perfect.......” [pan to dazai eating thumbtacks while ranpo chants “chug! chug! chug!”]

-atsushi: [smiles] dazai: [KO!]

-heterochromatic sunset

-”kitten”

-”hey where’s dazai-san” “lol don’t know don’t care” “well I care!! he’s important!!! we need to take care of him!! he is precious and valuable!!! and i don’t have a crush on him!!”

-goddamnit atsushi is crying again

#with almost 50 dazatsu fics and requests written i think i can say this with confidence #god we just love our boys #dazatsu #dazushi #dazai x atsushi #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #dazai #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi #atsushi #osamu dazai #atsushi nakajima #orig #fanfic #bsd fanfic

[innranrae]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Summary:

"So that each of us, walking our individual moments, can keep on smiling So that we can keep moving forward, exploring the meaning of life together I'll call it out; Your name, that is So that you can remain who you are."

After presenting Dazai with flowers, Atsushi is confused with his reaction. He truly is grateful for Dazai's existence, for what he had done for him, and that gift was an attempt to show that. Why was Dazai so flustered? While the Armed Detective Agency has their party, Atsushi and Dazai stand at the balcony together. The perfect chance for the weretiger to speak what's on his mind.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd fic #bungo stray dogs fanfic #bsd ranpo #dazushi #dazai x atsushi #dazushi oneshot #bsd headcanons #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi

[queencorgo]

It begins again…Chapter 1 of my sequel to “The Disqualified” is up!! Please allow me to introduce you to: “Hated by the Rain.”

It’s double the sad, double the angst, triple the fluff. It takes place 2 months after the end of the first story, back in the original canon universe. And we’re back to Dazai’s POV. I suggest rereading the last chap of the disqualified to minimize confusion! But this is post BeastAU disaster; ADA Dazai is clueless about what Atsushi went through.

Feel free to comment and review!! It literally keeps me going.

#dazatsu #dazushi #bsd #bungo stray dogs manga #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #dazai x atsushi #ao3 link #ao3 update #ao3 fic

[chuuaku-x-dazatsu]

happy bday depressed mummy

two cupcakes.

red velvet, vanilla frosting, topped with red sprinkles. one of them had a candle in the shape of the number two, the other had one in the shape of number three.

dazai looks up from the cupcakes, mouth dry. his eyes go over to atsushi, who was standing right beside them with a smile on his face.

“i know you don’t like celebrating your birthday, but i wanted to do something.”

dazai swallows.

what is he supposed to say?

my birth shouldn’t be celebrated.

you wasted your time.

you’re too good for me.

i don’t deserve this.

tears prick dazai’s eyes. why could he only think of hateful things? why, when all atsushi did was make some cupcakes for his birthday, his mind instantly went dark? why could he never take joy from the simplest of things? why could he not muster up enough willpower to say a “thank you” or an “i love you?”

why does atsushi even love him?

soft footsteps break dazai out of his thoughts. a pair of pale arms wrap around his waist, and a head topped with white hair rests against his chest.

“it’s okay, dazai-san.”

atsushi’s voice is calm and quiet, a gentle breeze that breaks through the howling winds of dazai’s mind. dazai shakily returns the hug, and buries his head on atsushi’s shoulder.

“you don’t have to say anything. i know, and i love you.”

if atsushi feels the little drops of wetness on his shoulder, he doesn’t say anything.

“happy birthday, dazai-san.”

#i rewrote this like four times #no i cant let dazai be happy #dazatsu #dazushi #dazai osamu #atsushi nakajima #fic #happy birthday bandage boi

[haku-moved]

(don’t) stop.

also on my ao3!

dazai didn’t eagerly wait for the day atsushi would turn 20, the day he could drag atsushi to the nearest bar, and not leave until he was a stumbling, drunk mess. hell, dazai didn’t even care. would atsushi even want to drink on his birthday? or even drink at all? it didn’t matter. but that being said, it’s not like he didn’t care when atsushi asked him to share a bottle of saké with him that night.

before atsushi came over, dazai prepared everything. he went out and bought traditional saké cups, lit a few candles to make the place more comforting, and had some slow jazz playing from his phone. if everything went according to plan, atsushi’s first time drinking would be relaxed and well.

it didn’t go according to plan.

because, turns out, atsushi was a fucking lightweight.

dazai made sure to slow atsushi down when he kept asking for more, and since the cups weren’t that big, dazai didn’t expect atsushi to start slurring his words with a blush on his face not even an hour into the night.

“dazai-saaaaaaaaaaaaaan,” atsushi groans out his name, for probably the 10th time. for some reason, drunk atsushi loved saying his name, and whenever dazai calmly ー hiding the fact that he felt like dying ー asked “yes, atsushi-kun?”, atsushi magically forgot what he was going to say.

atsushi whines to himself. slowly, he places his shaky hands up on either side of dazai’s face, and exhales quietly. the blush on his face goes from pink to red, and before dazai could ask what he was doing, atsushi presses their foreheads together and smiled.

too close. this is way too fucking close. i’m his mentor. i need to push him away, take him home, forget this ever happened-

“dazai… saaaaaannn…”

no. no. don’t do it. don’t make it worse.

“... yes, atsushi-kun?”

this time, atsushi didn’t forget.

“you’re… really pretty, dazai-san.”

atsushi closes off the last of the distance between them with a kiss, and like a fucking fool, dazai kisses him back.

the kiss is long and slow and perfect. everything about atsushi’s lips on his felt so right and so wrong, and dazai can’t help but greedily beg for more.

when they break apart, there’s a blush on both of their faces, but atsushi has a smile on his, and dazai looks like he’s about to cry. atsushi leans in and gives him another kiss, and another, and anotherー

dazai clings to the front of atsushi’s shirt for dear life.

he wants this to stop, but the desire for this continue, to this to bloom into something more, something dazai’s dreamt about for so long is far greater. the voices in his head are screaming at him, tearing him apart as atsushi deepens the kiss. every voice tells him that he shouldn’t, that he’s selfish, that he’d only ruin atsushi because he’s too fucking stupid and doesn’t know how to do anything.

atsushi breaks away, and finally ends it. he rests his head on dazai’s chest, his soft snores drowned out by the music.

dazai can still feel those soft lips on his as he wipes his tears away.

he prays to every god ever known that atsushi forgets this night, and prays even harder that he doesn’t.

#dazatsu #dazushi #dazai osamu #atsushi nakajima #dazai #atsushi #bsd #bsd writing #my writing #fic #anime #original

[ammerynth]

A scene from this fic (AO3) by @akutathotwa !!

I loved reading it, it’s so cute... the stickers idea just killed me it’s great the whole THING is great

#bungou stray dogs #dazatsu #dazushi #bsd #osamu dazai #atsushi nakajima #myart #fic art #<- since im planning on doing a few of these for different authors #anyway!!! go check out her writing its great and i love it #also i lost over half of this :( procreate crashed when i was trying different crops #usually i make a backup but the ONE time i dont it actually does crash :/ #tho its not like my compositions are ever any good anyway lol #this one is just particularly awkward because i had to salvage it #i thought about doing the wedding itself like.. thats the obvious nd best choice #but i liked the sketch for this one the best and also its just such a lovely little scene #maybe next time though....... :3c #kenna akutathotwa if ur reading these tags thank u for singlehandedly reviving my love for bsd w ur wonderful writing

[drangues]

I made a small,, kinda NSFW gift,,, for you,, I hope you enjoy!!!

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The first thing Atsushi notices when he wakes up is that it’s warm. The first reason for this is obvious- He and Dazai had fallen asleep together last night, after all, and while his anxiety has healed over some, and has stopped telling him that the man would leave him the next morning, the next day, the next night... It was still nice, to wake up and feel the older man’s arms wrapped around him.

It wasn’t fierce and setting his nerves alight at every moment when he thought about it- But it was warm and comforting in an entirely different way. It made him think that maybe, one day, he’d think “Dazai-san loves me” and be able to believe it.

He already did, sometimes, and it felt like it wasn’t enough, but. It was getting there.

The other reason for the warmth was something entirely different, and it made Atsushi go embarrassingly hot, from what felt like head to toe (and he could already hear Dazai-san’s teasing about how red his ears had gotten, and he could practically feel the phantom bites-).

Or maybe that was his boyfriend’s breath on his neck that was making him so flustered.

... No, he was used to that. It was definitely-

“‘tsushiii,” he squeaked at the slurred moan into the back of his neck, and the lack of honorific that accompanied it. The squeak turned into a muffled whine when Dazai ground his hips against him again, and he pressed a hand against his mouth in a desperate attempt to keep quiet.

How embarrassing...

He doesn’t think he’ll ever live it down if Dazai wakes up to this, never mind who was having a wet dream in the first place- They might be dating, but the man is still an insufferable tease.

Dazai breathed another low, pleased groan into the nape of his neck, arms tightening around his body as his hips began to grind against him in slow, rhythmic movements- Which was proof in and of itself that the brunet was still asleep. Dazai enjoyed teasing far to much to do something that would let Atsushi predict where this was going.

Then the man’s arms tightened again, and Atsushi gave a choked moan at the pressure on his side.

Stupid sensitive scars-

At this point, Atsushi had resigned himself to letting himself be his sleeping boyfriend’s body pillow, and his only consolation was that his back was to him, rather than his front- Having that steady pressure against his groin would make this unbearable.

Then-

“Atsushi-kun?” The voice was still slurred, but more conscious this time, and his jaw cracked open into a yawn. “”s goin’ on?”

The man’s hips ground forward again, and he barely seemed to realize it himself before Atsushi squeaked at the feeling.

Dazai blinked and took inventory of what was actually going on- Of how red Atsushi was, and how shaky his body was, and how heavily he was breathing. Then he noticed how hard he himself was, and the lazy rut of his hips against his boyfriend’s ass.

A slow, sleepy smirk stretched across his face, and he flipped both of them over with ease, hair still messy from sleep.

“Why Kitten,” he crooned, voice rough from waking up, “you should’ve woken me up if you wanted some attention.”

His hand brushed against the tent in the pants Atsushi had worn to bed as he spoke, and the younger male whined in response.

“Suppose it’s my own fault,” he sighed, moving to press their foreheads together, and Atsushi swallowed.

“Guess I just need to make it up to you, sweetheart.”

anon i will suck u dry 

#anon #fic #bsd fic #dazatsu fic #dazutshi fic #dazatsu #dazutshi #dazushi #dazai x atsushi #ask #ask anon #anon ask