Bungou Stray Dogs - Blog Posts

What if chuuya wears a hat because he is bald

What I see when I’m scrolling the tl and people are talking about fandoms/ships I have no idea about and they use abbreviations:

The bungou stray dogs side of Evangelion

Decided to draw my boy Poe from Bungo Stray Dogs!! my 2nd fav character behind his man ranpo ofc

"Don't call me Odasaku"

thanks for requesting. im sorry this took so long to write i didn't have that much ideas of what to write for a part two. i can't edit older drafts for some reason so i had to take a screenshot of your request and redo this.

☆ the wolf in sheep's clothing [part two]

fyodor dostoevsky x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: part two of a wolf in sheeps clothing.

the lowercase is intentional !

[part one]

days, weeks and months had passed by since fyodor's first encounter with [name]. ever since then, fyodor couldn't stop thinking of [name]. he was practically infatuated by the priest and his obscure preachings.

fyodor was interested. he was interested in both [name] and the man's preachings. he couldn't help but want more of them. he wanted to listen to more of [name], he wanted to be around [name] more. but of course, it was only for the sessions, right? fyodor didn't want to believe he was actually.. attracted to [name]. he refused to believe it. it was all just for the preachings is what fyodor made himself believe.

it was a regular evening, which meant another one of [name]'s preaching sessions that fyodor was looking forward to once again.

fyodor made his way to [name]'s church and he walked inside. the place hadn't changed much in the past few months. it was the same building, with more or less the same people inside. he had been in the building so much he could practically nagvigate the whole area blindfolded.

fyodor scanned the room, hoping to see where [name] was and he eventually spotted the man. fyodor walked up to him with a smile and a wave.

"good evening, [name]. it's nice to see you again." fyodor spoke, his voice nice and smooth. it was like music to [name]'s ears, a very pleasant song that [name] would have on repeat.

[name] nodded, smiling back at the man that had bumped into him many months ago. "good evening, fyodor." the man replied back before walking over to a pedistool to set up for his new speech.

fyodor followed [name]. he knew [name] wouldn't start until around half an hour passed, so fyodor decided a little more conversation wouldn't hurt.

"how have you been?" fyodor asked, still smiling at [name]. the black haired male's smile was quite unsettling, but so was [name]'s nature so it equalled out.

"fine, as always." [name] hummed, shuffling things around clumsily to get his whole 'stage' prepared for him. [name] believed his pedistool, his altar was a stage. he wanted to believe it was a stage, and that im a few years time the word of his new, true religion would spread. but, that was unlikely.

fyodor watched intently as [name] set up.

it was always like this. he always watched the other man get ready. fyodor watched how [name] would shuffle around multiple pieces of paper of his speeches, how he straightened himselt up.

fyodor was fascinated, to say the least. he enjoyed watching [name] do all of his tasks and devote himself to his cultist ideology. fyodor was definitely interested.

[name] looked up from his pedistool as he finished and he smiled. "you should go sit down, i'm almost ready now. i'm sure you'll like this session just as you like the others." [name] said to fyodor.

fyodor nodded and he walked over to the benches that were littered across the hall. he sat in his usual space where he got a clear view of [name]. he loved sitting there, sitting somewhere where he could see the person he was most interested in (for multiple reasons).

[name] watched as fyodor walked over to his usual seat before he walked over to the bathroom. he freshened himself up so he didn't look that bad infront of all of his followers. he then walked out and got to his stage.

[name] cleared his throat before he spoke to all of his followers.

"good evening all!" he calls out, his voice filling the room. everyone immediately turns to look at [name], amazed by his voice already.

"thank you all for coming. i can't wait to tell you some new things our true god has let me know!" [name] continued, a wicked glint in his eyes that most people looked past. they were too captivated by his voice to care about the nonsense he was going to talk about.

as [name] spoke, fyodor couldn't help but get more and more mesmerised by the man. the way [name] spoke was so captivating, the way he looked was just.. perfect. fyodor loved every second of it. he loved being around [name], listening to his preaches.

after the speech was over, everyone cheered. everyone applauded and called out [name]'s name, loving what he had just spoken.

everyone left, but not fyodor. fyodor walked up to [name] and applauded, smiling at the man.

"that was an amazing speech, [name]." fyodor spoke, his words smooth and pleasing to [name]'s ears. "you never fail to impress me." fyodor hummed, smirking at [name] now.

[name] chuckled, feeling flattered by fyodor's words. he smiled back and nodded at the other man.

"why thank you, you never fail to flatter me." [name] responded, being just as flirty as fyodor was being just a second ago.

fyodor then realised, in that moment, that he was definitely into [name].

it was just because of the preachings or the sessions, it was because [name] was truly captivated.

fyodor was completely infatuated. he needed [name] now, or else he didn't know what he would do. it was like he was craving the other man, longing for him. he'd do anything he'd have to for [name].

fyodor then chuckled and he stepped closer to [name], putting a hand on his cheek and stroking it gently.

"you know.. i could give you something else to worship if you'd like." fyodor whispered into [name]'s ear, leaning in closer with that smirk still on his face.

[name]'s eyes widen briefly, but then he looks at fyodor, returning the smirk to him.

"oh, i'd love to see." [name] chuckled and then he leaned even closer, closing the gap between his and fyodor's face with a kiss.

the wolf in sheep's clothing definitely had more things than just his false god to worship now and fyodor now had [name] wrapped around his finger.

☆ author's note: i'm so sorry this took so long.. i hope you like it @ kaeiyokotoro ! i didn't know how to make a p2 so i really tried my best. keep requests coming !

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Hello, Hello!!

You said your requests are open, yes? Well, im here to submit one if it's not a burden <33

Can I request Fyodor Dostoevsky x Male reader who is a religious cult leader? (You can choose it's it's yandere, platonic, romantic, etc)

For example, the reader is a priest but is super nice, a little too nice-- Fyodor happens to run across him during in what the start of season four would be(when the ADA didn't listen to Ranpo's starting point) and deemed m/n as just: "a feeble priest" who invited him to church, however, when Fyodor decides to go to the church out of curiosity he finds out m/n is insane for whatever god he worships, instead of his soft and caring personality he had when he first met Fyodor; he now has a more crazed and insane one, "reaching the holy words" and screaming obscenities to the rest of the church members in the pews?

And possibly for an interesting touch(only for the drama because im quite obsessed with dramatic stories where characters get surprised when m/n does something), the reader usually keeps their eyes closed, eventually leading people into thinking that he is blind, only for him to open his eyes when he's doing cultist meetings?

I know this is such a strange ask 😭😭 and if it makes you uncomfortable I understand 100%, this is actually a storyline for one of my ocs, and I thought it would be neat to see this sort of storyline in your style and as a fanfic!!

(P.S I HAVE READ SOME OF YOUR WRITING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😭❤️❤️ I don't request often either so I wanted you to know this is how much I appreciate your writing style)

thanks for requesting!

☆ the wolf in sheep's clothing

fyodor dostoevsky x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above!

the lowercase is intentional !

you were going about your day, on your way to your work as a priest before bumping into a man. this man was no ordinary man, it was fyodor dostoevsky, a member of the decay of angels. but you didn't know that yet, and neither did he know about your secret profession.

"i'm so, so sorry!" you stutter out with a bow, keeping a nice, caring persona on to lure fyodor in. your eyes are closed, so you can't make out what the man infront of you looks like, but you take a quick peak at him before closing your eyes again. "it's alright," he smirked. "don't worry about it." his accent was thick and heavy. you were now more curious about him. you were definitely going to try and lure him into your cult.

"my name's [name]. i am truly sorry for bumping into you.." your eyes are closed and fyodor can now understand why you bumped into him. you were probably blind, so he felt a little sympathetic towards your case, which was a surprise from him. "it's okay, don't worry about it truly. i'm fyodor." he smiled, even though you wouldn't be able to see.

you bowed at him again, still muttering a string of apologies before he takes your shoulder in his hand. "please stop apologising, i've already forgiven you." the contact made you shiver, but in a good way. you looked up at him again. "okay, okay. sorry. would you like to come over to come over to my church? i was just on the way now before bumping into you. it'll be my way of showing gratitude and forgiveness." you smile, but there's a hint of evil about your smile that fyodor doesn't seem to catch on to.

"oh, well i don't see why not." fyodor smiled in response. "if you're insisting, i'll come along. i guess it is really the only way you could repay me." the black haired man continued smiling. fyodor was geniunely curious about your church. what god did you worship? etc, etc. those questions were running through his mind. he also liked how sweet you were, it was like he could take advantage of you if he'd like to later. but he was wrong, of course. you didn't show him how you truly were. a cruel, evil cult leader. you simply acted all sweet to lure more people into your trap.

the two of you then arrived at the church. it was lively as people were waiting for the next session to take place and they were waiting for [name] to lead it. you had a smirk on your face as you faced fyodor again. "you just sit where you like and have a little listen to my ceremony, okay?" you smile sweetly at him, but your intentions are far from sweet.

the atmosphere of the church was also quite sinister.. but fyodor couldn't tell what was off about the whole place just yet. he decided to go along with whatever you had planned. he sat down in a seat near the back and waited for you to start.

you walk to the altar and get your things ready to prepare your next speech for your followers. you enjoy the feeling that you have a new guest today - fyodor. maybe you'd convince him to join your 'true' religion in the end and get him to praise your 'true' god.

"greetings, guests!" you call out, finally opening your eyes to scan the eyes of the audience. fyodor was a little startled at first. he didn't think you could see.. but maybe that was just a slight misjudgment on his behalf, so he tried to brush it off and not seem ignorant.

everyone was already shouting praises at you, even though you had only said two words. everyone sitting in the rows at the church were all familiar faces that you knew. you took your time usually to greet each individual once you entered the church, but today was different. you were running late due to fyodor, so you'd leave all the friendliness with your followers to later.

"i assume everyone knows why we're gathered here today?" you ask and people in the crowd yell back a string of 'yes'es or just screams. "oh but of course, there is someone new here today!" an evil grin grows on your face as you turn to look at fyodor. "I hope everyone will be nice to our hopefully new follower!" your grin then turns into a sweet smile, hints of evil still around it. your voice was sickeningly sweet as well, starting to creep fyodor of all people out a little bit too.

"today we are gathered yet again to praise the true god!" you yell out, your voice starting to grow more and more menacing as you praised this false god. "not the ones those so called real worshipers follow.. our god!" everyone started cheering your name, they seemed to be just as brainwashed, or even worse than you.

fyodor was starting to get a little creeped out. he wanted to leave, and fast. he didn't intend on meeting a cult leader in the first place. he just thought he had bumped into a sweet, innocent and blind man. but oh how he was so wrong.

your words started to linger in fyodor's mind. everything you said about this god stuck out to him. some of his curiosity was peaked, maybe it was because of you - not the person you decided to worship. something about you seemed so interesting, fyodor forgot his intentions on leaving now. he wanted to stay and listen to your voice forever.

maybe it was your voice, the way you spoke about this idol you worshipped. or maybe it was how captivating you were, the way you faked your sweet charm just to lure him in. whatever it was, fyodor was definitely interested. he was definitely going to be coming back for more talks.. mostly because he wanted to be by your side though.

once the 'prayer' meeting was over and you had said goodbye to each of your guests, you decide to go back to fyodor and have a chat with him. he had a surprised look on his face the entire time you spoke and you were certainly amused by that. "well hello, fyodor." you spoke, a smirk on your face. it the exact one you had playing on your face when fyodor first came into the church. "i see you enjoyed your time here, yes?" you asked, leaning close to him. he immediately nodded, captivated by your alluring voice.

"yes, i did enjoy it. for more reasons than you may think, however." fyodor laughed lightly, looking at you. "it is safe to say, i will be returning.. only if i am not busy with my own plans you see." he smiled at you, slightly returning the smirk you had on your lips. "of course, of course! you are welcome to join us anytime. i will be delighted." you chuckled back, pleased to hear that the ravenette will be returning.

fyodor had practically forgotten who you were - a cult leader that just spewed obscenities to his followers. he had completely zoned out.. but he wasn't that innocent of a man either, so he couldn't blame you. fyodor was truly fascinated about your act, maybe he could learn a thing or two from the wolf in sheep's clothing...

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☆ author's note: i don't know shit about religion or anything about church / priests, so i hope this was good... but seriously thanks for requesting and saying you love my work! i try my best. keep requests coming!! they may be a little slow due to school but i'll try get them out asap.

☆ the truth unfolds

kunikida doppo x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: [name] was an undercover spy at the armed detective agency. eventually, his motives for becoming a detective at the agency soon unfold and everyone knows the truth. kunikida happens to be the most devistated.. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

"how could you?!" kunikida yelled at you, furious by your actions. "i trusted you! i loved you!" he spat out, not being able to hold in his anger from you for any longer.

you happened to be an undercover spy at the armed detective agency. you worked for an underground organisation trying to get information about everyone and everything in the armed detective agency. you managed to get all of the information and you were about to give it to your boss, but it was too late.

the members of the agency found out using ranpo's ability. ranpo had his suspicions about you, but he decided to not say anything about you. then, a few months after you were accepted into the agency, ranpo decided to check up on you. you were exposed for being a liar, a fraud and a spy.

it was inevitable, of course. you knew about ranpo's 'ability' beforehand. people warned you about it, saying it's the greatest ability ever known to mankind or some other bullshit. yet, you were so naive. you still decided to go through with the job your boss gave you - infiltrate the armed detective agency and get all of the information you can. of course, you were found out.

you had grown close to practically all of the members of the agency. for the job, or your own satisfaction? nobody will know. however, you had gotten extremely close to the idealist - kunikida doppo.

you two spent practically every day together. whether it was on missions, working on reports or complaing about dazai - you two were together. the two of you were so close even that kunikida fell for you. he forgot about searching for an ideal woman because all he needed was you, his ideal man.

but of course, you were a spy and the word spread quick throughout the agency and kunikida found out.

"how could you?!" kunikida yelled at you, furious by your actions. "i trusted you! i loved you!" he spat out, not being able to hold in his anger from you for any longer.

you scoff as you hear kunikida's words. "why do you need to know about what i do with my life? you can go and play the good guy, but every good guy needs a bad guy to complete the story!" you yelled back of him. "i don't care if you trusted me or loved me, i don't feel the same! i never did." you lied, of course. you couldn't act vulnerable infront of kunikida. you couldn't tell h how you truly felt.

"you're not even a bad guy anymore." kunikida stands there with his fists clenched by his sides and his jaw tightened. he felt so heartbroken by what you did. he really though you were special, that maybe the two of you could've actually been something. "you're evil! horrible! despicable even! i can't believe you'd do something like that." he was still yelling at you, but this time tears were welling in his eyes and his voice was breaking.

"i really thought we had something, [name]. i thought that you felt the same as me.. but of course i was so naive and blinded by what i felt for you - love. compassion. two things you didn't have for any members of the agency. not a drop." tears were now flowing down kunikida's face. "i hate that i trusted you. i hate that i loved you." those were his last words to you.

all of the words kunikida said to you suddenly struck deep. you were in the wrong. you always were. yet, you also fell for him the same way he feels for you. but, you couldn't tell him that anymore. he hated you, along with the other members of the agency.

you chuckle slightly mockingly, realising the weight of your actions. "well.. i guess the truth unfolds eventually, doesn't it?"

☆ requests ▪︎ masterlist

☆ author's note: actually kind of happy with this

☆ requests open !

will write:

- ftm, male, gender neutral reader

- bsd, csm, jjk, mha

- baldur's gate 3

- final fantasy vii, xv, xvi

- resident evil 2, 4

will not write:

- smut / nsfw

- female reader

☆ masterlist

What manag vol is young dazai and chuuya from season 3??

I've seen the 15 light novel but is there a manga for it??

Dazai in Death note 🤡🤡

This mAn-

He would not give a fuck

He would immediately figure Light is kira and would walk up to him like"hEy, so uM can your write my naMe in your bOok🥰"

Light: 😳🤨 wHO tF-

Dazai: "OH but I donT want it tO be pAinful😖"

Istg this man would slap a bunch of one dollar bills into lights hand and run away screaming in joy😭

Light: 👁👄👁

L around the corner: 😶📸

Lights Dad: 😱😱

And Ryuk is in the background laughing his ass off

I started watching bungo stray dogs and I'm already obsessed with Dazai and Ranpo. Ranpo has only talked like once tho

» BETWEEN (05/02) — capa doada » categoria: Bungou Stray Dogs » personagens: Akutagawa & Atsushi

meimei's note: faz muito tempo que não edito com tons de cinza e preto, muito tempo mesmo! eu nem me lembro da capa e se eu fiz uma sequer ano passado então pensei com meus dois neurônios: e se... BOW!!! tive uma ideia (!) eu amo fazer capas mais tristes para esses dois, tenho um carinho enorme pelo ship e meu deus, que saudade do anime (nem lembro que temporada eu parei de assistir e ta tudo uma bosta) mas enfim, essa capa é bem clean, ela só demorou pois eu sou teimoso e queria um render deles que inventei na minha cabeça (spoiler: não existe) e é isso

» PRENDAM ESSE CUPIDO — futura doação

⟅07.09.2024 — eu comecei essa capa no dia 06 de Setembro, no início da minha gripe e finalizei na luta e na coragem pq eu fiquei MUITO DOENTE de repente e é sobre isso. Eu peguei muita fumaça. FINALMENTE fiz uma capa soukoku, vocês não imaginam a minha felicidade, eu estou nas nuvens :3 nenhuma surpresa, eu estava sem internet, dessa vez nem em casa tinha e não sei até agora o que raios aconteceu pra net só voltar lá pras 19:30 (!) ainda bem que deu pra finalizar a capa sem muitos problemas :3 e olha só... Futura doação 👀 que vida rs

Fanart por: @lotus-pear (tysm lotus <3)

» A DISTÂNCIA ENTRE NÓS — capa doada

⟅30.07.2024 — imaginem o seguinte: eu sem internet, sem disposição, sem nada (!) indo fazer uma capa que não dava nada por ela e eu acabar de finalizar, e ficar sem entender COMO QUE ELA FICOU TÃO LINDA ASSIM!? Mas vamos por partes, eu sou apaixonado por papel, principalmente papel meio vintage sabe? (Não me julgue) e eu tinha algumas ideias do que queria com base na ideia de algo mais antigo, no estilo mais cult (?) porém, eu queria colocar azul e isso foi o que mais me dificultou na hora de finalizar a capa. No fim das contas, a capa ficou um amor e mais linda com meus bebês queridos de bsd (vou até rever o anime)

» I MISS MY LOVER — capa doada

⟅28.07.2024 — eu sei que parece que esse pensamento é muito adiantado PORÉM eu tenho algo a dizer: eu fiz muita capa fofa e LINDA ESSE MÊS (!)¹ isso não é meu normal, se você é meu amigo, ta na hora de você vir me perguntar se ta tudo bem (!)² essa capa foi minha segunda favorita de fazer esse mês, estou praticando colocar mais pngs e implementar mais detalhes, talvez isso esteja dando resultado e eu estou muy happy happy happy :) bom, eu já queria fazer uma capa de bsd porém não tinha ideia do que seria a capa e isso acabou me deixando inseguro com que tema abordar com o fandom CONTUDO, acabei achando um possível spoiler e eu fiquei tão :') que decidi que iria capar com o que eu achei desse spoiler em específico. Faz 80 anos que não leio o mangá, nem lembro em que cap eu terminei mas depois dessa coisa linda que fiz, vou retornar a minha casita <3

Créditos para esse PSD que salvou minha vida e que vou até usar mais vezes :3

Will you start writing fandoms other than bsd and twst?

Yes, of course.

I'll write for any fandom I know, not only Bsd and Twst.

I'm almost done with part 2, then I'll write anything anyone asks me, since I have quite a few anonymous asks already, which makes me happy. <3

Hello sweeties, sorry for not posting, I'm quite shocked that my last post was in June, as an apology, I'll be writing from any game/anime that you guys pick, I'll write everything I've watched or played, if you'd like it to be specific, don't be afraid to ask me <3

Looking back at it, I'm surprised I wrote something like that, I'm.. Amazed, in a way, sadly, my writing has changed over time, hope you don't mind :)

I forgot his name 🥲

Just started watching bsd if he dies I'll kms.

REASONS NOT TO END IT ALL:

1) all the unreleased songs from your favourite artist

2) all the dogs and cats waiting to be loved by you

3) GOTTA OUTLIVE THE HATERS

4) THE HATERS GONNA BE HAPPY IF YOU DIE

5) potatoes. boil them, mash them, fry them up till golden and crispy

6) we got 2 more fnaf movies to go

7) dr. pepper

8) you have so many hugs left to give and get

9) you might eat your favourite meal tomorrow

10) keep telling yourself “not today.” one day you won’t have to.

please, REBLOG + ADD MORE REASONS!

RP Masterlist (WIP)

My Hero Academia:

@redestrorp (Re-Destro, canon)

@orangedreamrp (Mirage, OC)

More TBA!

I do agree.

bsd gender headcanons. you agree. reblog.

Sssoooo that my first post... Let me introduce you my first oc (really the first) from bungou stray dogs (◍•ᴗ•◍)

(Sorry if my english burn you'r eyes b'cause i'm french and i reeaaaallly try to make as few mistake as possible)

Tatsuki Dazai

Ability : Otogizōshi:the fairy tail.

The ability to have the other abilities by touching the possessor. Can combine abilities with each other and use them to their full potential.

Age : 26

Birthday : October 29

Height : 184cm

Weight : 59kg

Bloodtype : AB

Like : Sakunosuke Oda, her boys, ice cream, Kōyō Ozaki.

Dislike : Sleep, Ango Sakaguchi, Agatha Christie, bath, paperwork, smoke.

I know, Tatsuki was really powerfull and that look like a cheat. But she's use her ability for... Make joke or just annoying another mafia member. (She loves prank everyone and Mori was tired about that).

For explain Tatsuki Dazai, no surprise, she's big sister of Osamu. She work in the mafia aaannnddd drama she was really in love with Oda.

Tatsuki is blind in her masked eye and has a nice scar on it (due to her bandage)

It's not good enough that I like this character, I want him naked on my bed

i see u need a request :3

Anyway may u request a fluffly oneshot abt PM teen dazai trying to impress/ flirt with fem!PM teen reader?? Like he is trying so hard bcz he think f!reader is cute and pretty. But reader is have a very oblivious personality making dazai life 10x harder

If u do to this request I thank u 😊❤

A/n: sorry this took me a bit!! This is the first request I've ever done so I hope it's okay!! <33

(Not really any warnings! A little underage drinking and the usual Dazai un being alive stuff)

Now you wouldn't say you're oblivious but everyone else in the Port Mafia might disagree. One member would say you are the most oblivious person he's every met.

Dazai Osamu has been flirting with you since the both of you were 14. You're going on 16 now and there's been zero progress from Dazai's attempts. At this point Dazai was astounded how you haven't noticed his feelings.

He compliments you every single day. They vary of course, he never wants to bore you. He'll compliment the way you did your hair, how you're dressed, how you completely wiped out an enemy base all by yourself. He'll say anything to get you to give him a sweet smile and a thank you.

He'll do anything to get your attention. Whether it's getting you to save him from another (failed) attempt or showing off when you're on missions together. Dazai wants you looking at him all the time.

And you do look at him all the time, but he could never be interested in you right? Right?

Pray for poor Dazai.

So here he was at Bar Lupin with you after a successful mission. He was maybe a little tipsy and dialed up his flirting a lot.

"You know you look so pretty when you fight. I could look at you all day long while you kick ass" he would mumble out.

"Oh.. thank you Dazai! That's very sweet of you." You would respond.

"Really I think you look pretty all the time." Was his face red from being tipsy or because he was flustered? You really couldn't tell.

"You do?"

"Yeah I do. I've been thinking about how pretty you are since the day we met." He said with a smile.

It's like a light bulb FINALLY went off in your head. Wait Dazai Osamu liked you back?

"Wait you like me? Like really really like me?" The utter disbelief showing in your voice. Along with the wide eyes and mouth agape.

"Nice of you to finally catch on cutie! Only took 2 years!"

tethered in red - dazai x reader

bound by a deepening obsession, the story follows a mission gone wrong—an ambush laced with betrayal, bloodshed, and the terrifying possibility of loss. as the world around you burns, dazai holds you like it’s the last time—loving you with a desperation only born from death. its raw. its unhinged. its the kind of love that destroys and saves at the same time.

warnings: 18+ explicit content, graphic violence,injury, blood, obsessive love, breakdowns, nsfw, angst, betrayal, possessiveness, mentions of death.

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the cigarette between chuuyas fingers burned low, the ash hanging off the end like a whisper away from collapse. you were sitting on a rooftop just outside the port mafias southern compound, the wind stirring strands of your hair across your face, the dying sun bleeding out behind the yokohama skyline.

your back ached. your ribs were still sore from last week’s assignment. but that wasn’t what made you uneasy.

it was him.

dazai sat beside you on the ledge, one leg dangling, the other pulled to his chest, his chin resting atop it. his eyes were fixed on the city, but you knew he wasn’t seeing it. he was far away. somewhere in the dark, fucked-up parts of his mind that not even you were allowed to follow.

chuuya flicked the ash off his cigarette, exhaling a long drag. “he’s been like that since yesterday,” he muttered, nodding toward dazai. “ever since Mori called you in.”

your stomach twisted. you knew the pattern. the summons. the silence. dazai always shut down right before something bad.

you reached for him anyway.

“osamu.”

his eyes didn’t move. but he answered.

“hmm?”

“is something wrong?"

a pause.

and then, softly, “no.”

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the elevator to moris private chambers always felt like a descent into the underworld. your stomach dropped as the lift sank below the normal levels, into the depths where sunlight and mercy couldn’t reach.

the hallway outside his office was cold. clean. the kind of sterile that hospitals tried to mimic but never quite captured. like a morgue pretending to be a sanctuary.

you knocked once.

the door opened itself.

inside, mori sat behind his desk, tea steaming gently beside an untouched chessboard. elise stood nearby in her doll-like form, eyes unblinking, mouth curled into a cruel half-smile. the air tasted faintly of antiseptic and copper—like blood scrubbed just a little too late.

“come in,” mori said, gesturing.

dazai walked ahead of you. his shoulders were tight, his hands buried in his pockets. you followed in silence, every instinct screaming at you to turn around.

“you’re both here because i trust you,” mori said, steepling his fingers. “there’s a traitor. a former associate named yanagi. he’s been leaking intel to the government. we believe he’ll be at a decommissioned shipyard tonight. the location is secure, minimal risk.”

you frowned. “then why us?”

mori smiled, and it made your skin crawl.

“because i want to be absolutely certain he doesn’t walk away.”

that was the first red flag.

the second came when dazai asked, “you said minimal risk. you're sure?”

mori didn’t blink.

“positive.”

but dazai didn’t believe him.

you could see it in the way his fingers flexed. in the flicker in his eyes. in the silence that followed.

“fine,” dazai said at last, before adding on coldly, “but if anything happens to her, ill ensure you regret it."

moris smile never changed.

"oh. i'd expect nothing less.”

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the docks were drowning in mist. the air was wet, thick with salt and steel. you and dazai moved like shadows through the decaying ruins of what used to be a shipping port — cranes long dead, containers left to rust like forgotten coffins.

something felt wrong.

the silence was too complete.

your heart thudded in your chest as you scanned the area. “we are being watched,” you whispered.

dazai didn’t answer.

then the fog shifted.

masked figures on the rooftops. behind the crates. lurking in the shadows.

too many.

far too many.

it was a setup.

you didn’t have time to shout before the first bullet shattered a pipe beside your head, spraying steam and fire. dazai tackled you to the ground as a barrage of gunfire tore through the air.

then came the knives.

the screaming.

the blood.

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the world erupted into hell.

bullets split the fog, hot lead searing through steel and air. your body moved on instinct—rolling behind a rusted crate, your breathing ragged, ribs screaming. dazai was already on his feet, two guns drawn, eyes wild like a cornered wolf. not a strategist. not a trickster. a killer

you counted eight, then ten.

too many.

this wasn’t a takedown.

It was an execution.

your fingers shook as you reloaded. “they knew we were coming,” you hissed, throat raw.

“no,” Dazai spat, his voice lower than you’d ever heard it. “mori knew.”

that truth tasted worse than blood.

the first wave came fast—black masks, gleaming knives, footfalls like thunder on wet steel. dazai moved like water, bullets slicing through skulls, a knife in his off-hand spinning a man’s body into the air like a ragdoll. blood sprayed across your cheek—warm, thick, coppery.

you didnt have time to think.

you stabbed upward into a chest, felt the rib crack. pulled free. kicked. shot. the violence was mindless, primal. you didn’t know who you were killing anymore. only that it was you or them.

and then it happened.

a blade slid into your side.

you gasped—eyes wide—as warmth flooded your ribs.

you turned, instinct firing too slow, too late.

the masked man grinned behind blood-stained teeth—his knife lifting again.

but dazai screamed.

the kind of scream that tears through your spine and nestles in your bones.

it was raw. animalistic. like something in him snapped.

he was on the man in seconds. tackled him. pinned him. punched him. over..

and over.

and over.

blood coated dazai’s knuckles like war paint. the man’s skull caved in before he was even dead.

and dazai didn’t stop.

you reached out, voice trembling. “osamu—stop—”

but his eyes were gone.

gone.

lost in a place no one could reach.

you had to grab his wrist to pull him back to the surface.

he blinked.

breathed.

his chest heaved like he’d been drowning.

and then he saw you. really saw you.

the blood at your waist.

the pain in your eyes.

his hands were shaking.

“oh god,” he whispered, “you’re bleeding—you’re bleeding—”

you collapsed into him, darkness curling at the edges of your vision.

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you came to in the back of a black sedan, the engine roaring like a beast through the night.

rain lashed against the windshield in violent slashes, the sky sobbing above Yokohama.

dazai was holding you, cradling you.

one hand pressed against your side, the other brushing your damp hair back from your face.

he was covered in blood.

yours. theirs. his own.

you blinked, throat dry. “…are we dead?”

chuuya barked a laugh from the front seat. “not yet. almost wrecked my car picking your dumbasses up, though.”

you tried to sit up. dazai stopped you with a gentle but firm hand.

“don’t move,” he whispered. his voice was wrecked. hoarse. strained. “you’re still bleeding.”

you looked at him.

really looked.

his eyes were wild. his pupils too wide, his jaw clenched tight.

you reached for his face. “you saved me.”

his hands tightened on you like he was scared you’d vanish. “no. i failed you. i let him send us into that trap. i didn’t see it. i should’ve known.”

your vision blurred again—not from pain this time, but the sheer weight of his guilt.

“it’s not your fault,” you murmured.

but he didn’t answer.

just held you tighter.

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The Safehouse — 3:02 a.m.

the room was warm.

quiet.

the chaos was gone, but it lived inside your skin now.

the safehouse was nothing more than an old warehouse in the outskirts of the city—converted into a loft with makeshift walls, one bloodstained couch, a mattress on the floor, and a single bulb casting soft yellow light.

you lay on that mattress, wrapped in clean bandages, sweat still clinging to your skin from the fever. your side ached like hell.

dazai sat beside you, shirtless, arms slicked in dried blood and fresh bruises. he hadn’t left your side in hours.

“why are you still here?” you whispered.

his head tilted, eyes tired. “where else would I go?”

you looked at each other

and in that silence, something broke.

he leaned down—slow, unsure at first—until his forehead pressed against yours.

“i thought i lost you,” he whispered, his voice so quiet it cracked. “i thought you were dying in my arms and i couldn’t do anything.”

his lips brushed your brow. your temple. your nose.

“i wanted to kill them all. i did. and it wasn’t enough.”

your hand rose to cup his jaw. “i'm still here.”

his eyes closed.

and when they opened—something unhinged glowed behind them.

“you don’t understand,” he murmured, “i need you. if you ever die, i die with you.”

you shivered.

not from fear.

but from knowing he meant it.

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dazai hadn’t stopped touching you since the moment chuuya dropped you off. he hadn’t let you stand, hadn’t let you breathe without his hand ghosting your skin like he needed confirmation that you were still real.

his fingers trembled where they rested on your hip, just above the edge of the bandage that wrapped your ribs. he looked down at you like you were a dying star, burning too hot—too bright—and about to vanish.

you saw it in his eyes.

that brittle kind of love that turns to ruin if it’s not touched back.

you shifted, your palm brushing over his bare chest. "osamu,” you whispered. “im here.”

that’s all it took.

he kissed you.

not gently.

this wasn’t a kiss, it was a collapse.

a collision of everything unsaid—all the times he didn’t say he loved you because he thought he’d lose you anyway. his lips bruised yours, frantic and deep, his body already pressing you down into the mattress like he needed you to anchor him to earth.

his voice was hoarse against your mouth. “i need you. i need you right now.”

You nodded silently.

that was all the permission he needed.

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nsfw

touch like prayer.

dazai stripped you slowly, even though his hands were shaking. he pulled your shirt over your head like he was peeling back armor, revealing battle wounds he blamed himself for.

his fingers ghosted along your side, where the gauze clung tight. his lips followed, kissing everything except the wound. reverent. careful. like if he touched it, it would kill him.

“i almost lost you,” he murmured, breath hot against your ribs. “and I haven’t even—god, i haven’t loved you enough yet.”

you cupped his face. “then love me.”

and oh. he did.

he kissed your neck like it was sacred. bit lightly beneath your ear, then soothed it with his tongue. he pressed his mouth to your shoulder, down your collarbone, until your skin was flushed and trembling beneath his touch.

and then—your back.

he guided you onto your stomach with a tenderness that broke you.

his mouth followed the line of your spine.

one kiss at a time.

vertebrae by vertebrae.

a trail of heat and worship.

“you don’t understand,” he whispered, voice shaking, “you are the only thing in this world that makes me want to stay.”

and when he pushed inside you—it wasn’t slow.

it was urgent.

raw. desperate.

his breath hitched in your ear, hands digging into your hips like he was holding on for dear life.you gasped, body arching into him, feeling everything.

the stretch. the fullness. the emotion.

he moved like he was memorizing you.

“you feel so fucking good,” he groaned. “perfect. i don’t deserve this— i don’t deserve you.”

your hand reached back to find him, to tangle in his hair, to ground him.

“'samu” you whispered. “please. i need all of you.”

he lost it.

thrust harder. deeper.

your breath caught with every snap of his hips, every low, desperate moan he pressed against your skin. he worshipped every inch of you—your back, your neck, the shell of your ear—like he was imprinting himself onto your body.

abd you—you burned.

your body sang for him, trembled beneath him, opened to him like he was the only thing that ever made you feel whole.

when the first wave hit, it shattered you.

you sobbed his name, nails clawing at the sheets, as your orgasm ripped through you—hot, sharp, endless.

but he didn’t stop.

he couldn’t.

bot when he was this close to losing everything.

he flipped you gently, kissed the tears from your cheeks, slid back inside while you were still sensitive and trembling.

round two was even worse.

even deeper. slower. but devastating.

he looked into your eyes the whole time.

watched you come undone again.

held you while you cried into his mouth.

and still—he didn’t stop.

your legs shook. your throat was raw from moaning his name. yoy couldn’t think anymore—couldn’t speak. you just felt.

he finally came with a gasp like a man dying.

your name on his tongue like a last prayer.

he held you after. breathless. sweating. shaking.

his voice cracked against your neck. “youre mine. i don’t care if it’s selfish—i need you to be mine.”

you nodded.

“always.”

and in the silence that followed—he kissed you again.

softer this time.

but no less desperate.

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thank u for reading!! if u made it this far lmk what u thought as this is the first fic ive ever wrote 🙏🙏