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Dazatsu Month Day 10 and 26 WIP

~.~4 years ago~.~

“Then who the hell is this?”

Dazai Osamu felt as if the world was coming down on him when he looked at body that was not Dostoevsky Fyodor. It was nothing but some dried up mummy of a man that had no defining features. An urge to throw himself onto the ground (this time not out of worried confusion) and roll around until the dirt scrap every inch of his skin off. He wants to grip his greasy, dark, wavy brown hair tightly in his hands and pulled and pull and pull. Pull so hard that it lend to his scalp bleeding from the force.

“During the prison break race….Dostoevsky was frantic.”

Atsushi was in danger.

“He was frantic…because death at my hand or by poison wouldn’t do. What he needed was to be killed by a vampire.”

He was in danger and Dazai was stuck here in Meursault.

The agency was without its dagger in the shadows.

Letting out a snarl, the rust brown eyed man pivoted on his broken leg and ran back into the building. Ignoring the knives carving themselves into his legs.

”Oi! Mackerel! What the face?!” Chuuya barked like the dog in his ear. “Dazai!”

”He’s not dead!” The said man gritted through clenched teeth to stop from shrieking like a banshee. “His ability! We were wrong! I was wrong!”

Those words felt as if he failed. As if all the energy, sweat, and blood he put into his plan meant nothing. Chuuya could be heard stomping right behind him, cursing a storm. From the corner of his eyes, he watched as the shorter scoop up the sleeping Sigma and chased after him. Dazai close his eyes tightly in gratitude that his old partner followed without a second thought. Reopening his eyes, he pushed himself harder to get to the control room.

He had to get in contact with Ango Sakaguchi as fast as he could. Atsushi’s time was running out. Who knew what was happening all this time he was just lying on the ground. Every minute he does nothing was a minute that his best friend loses. A lost minute that his Atsushi gets closer to wha that fucker has planned.

Bump

Thump

Pain shot throughout his body making him gasp and stumble. It was like he was being shot at. Another wave crashed into him as if Kenji struck him full power. It was far worst then a gunshot as he fell to his knees. Chuuya skid to a stop with a shout. Pain clawed its way into him as if it was a tiger mauling its teeth into the soft belly of its prey. He vomited up what little dinner he had eaten earlier as he tried digging his fingers into white tiles.

“Son of a bitch.” The orange lovelock haired man cursed as he put his cargo on the ground. He raced towards the pain-in his ass of an ex-partner, worry sketching itself on to his face. “You took the antidote right? Hey shithead! Did you take the antidote?”

Practically coughing up a lung, all Dazai could do was nod his head. He wanted to snark at the idiotic slug because he was there when the ex-demon stabbed the needle into his skin. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. He thought as he grabbed his throat and started to rake his short nails into skin wasn’t covered by bandages. This cause the other to freak and try to pull his hands away.

Watery Rust brown eyes peered deep into wide bight ocean blue eyes. (He could see hint of green swirling around like a full moon tidal wave. For a moment he couldn’t help but wish that his personal little moonlight that is his sweet little Atsushi, would never meet the tsunami that is Chuuya Nakahara. Only to remember that they had met and both could never look away from each other. As if they were the moon and sea locked in a dance no human should witness. Dazai had never once felt the need to raze the city to the ground until the day he found them trapped in the elevator.)

“Osamu!”

The world went black.

Stories storyline and Idea (Will Edit Once I worked On Something) *edit 2*

Stories being worked on:

Goblet Musical 2/15

Chapter 1 & 2- complete

Chp3- Fight it out boys; Ron’s Heart and Harry’s Remorse

Might make it a two parter? Took me away but I now got a song for Harry. Yeah!

Chap4- Percy’s Fury, The Twins Fucked Up

This is now going to be a two parter with maybe another chp in between. Thinking of renaming it as Mother Bear’s Fury with Percy as the main character in this chapter. Maybe have Oliver? Make 4.5/5 as The Eye Of The Storm Thy Name Is Oliver? Weasley’s background and lore?

Ch5 - I Hate That Girl

That would be the song. Oc female x Oc female from the other schools. Ron making new friends? The excitement of the Yule Ball. More magic lore?

(Add more later)

Tiger Golem And Star Void 2/7

Chapter 1- complete

Chp2- complete (change the title and added another day)

Chp3- Enter From Stage Left Chuuya

Is in the present obviously. :p Dazai is on the prowl trying to figure out what’s going on. Flirty Atsushi, flirty Atsushi! Chuuya is here to mess with his dumb fish and make passes at kitty. Hints of Chuuatsu (Blue Sunset? Red Tiger? Lord Chaos? Like the first one better as a shipping name) meeting in France. Dazai finds out Chuuya gave Atsushi colored necklaces Day 16 Jealousy No WIP yet

Chp4- Added Chapter No Title Yet

Another hint at the past. Angry cat. The Mori deal’s aftermath. Unhinged cat. Death threats. Reason for Atsushi’s runner. Day 24 Broken and Day 22 Cold No WIP yet

Chp5- Dazai’s Truth Of The Heart

More flirty kitty. Dazai is confusion. ADA making more appearances? Naomi is not the sister? Kyouka is little sister? Lore?! shots shot shot everybody! Dazai is actually honest with himself Day 12 Affections and Day 2 Drunk Confession No WIP yet

Chp6- A Smile In The Dark Of The Tiger’s Eyes

Atsushi says suspicious and concerned things. Kitty knows things. Ranpo doesn’t know things? Unhinged kit-cat. Mistaken accusations? Day 25 Secret No WIP yet

Chp7- It’s Forever But Never The End

Last chapter. Open ending because stuff. Semi-confession? Agatha Christie throws the glove at Atsushi’s feet. She gets a slap with it. Atsushi gives no shit! Dazai is less confusion and wants to sleep Day 27 Love and Day 28 Future No WIP Yet

Stories I have ideas on

DC

Reincarnation: Wally is reborn as Ron from Harry Potter. He is not going to follow any storyline and is ready to throw down at anytime. Taking reference from my Lily’s Ghost, Den Mother, Sacred 28 vs Sacred 28 (maybe?). Molly, Twins and Book/Movie Hermione Critical. GreenChess (aka ronarry) wishful birdflash

Regression: Wally goes back in time to the age of five. The age he first met The Flash. Now there’s two ideas for this. One which is like Wally’s Bird. He’s regress in a world like his old one but is born two years younger than his best friend. He finds out that it a bit darker because there was never a Robin to kick start the era of sidekicks. His bird is now a Talon that is very clingy. Works with old Batsy to save his bird. Will sass the bat at any given moment. Ends up with a Violet Ring of Love. So Star Sapphire Wally! (Ben 10 Anodite style powers! Like the hair! The hair was my favorite part of the alien lol) No speedster Wally. He missed the deadline of getting his powers because he was born too late. Trans Wally. Birdflash

Isakai: From Young Justice to before the Dc Son of Batman. So Flashpoint Paradox? I don’t know the correct timeline. *shrugs* Wally reappears in the Arctic but in a different universe. Lot darker because of the Flashpoint. He is very confuse but try’s to get around using everything he was taught by the Flashes, the Green Lanterns, Batman and Nightwing growing up. Gets a Job in Gotham because he believes that he’ll have a mental breakdown if he stays in Central or Keystone (the Twin Jewel Cities know by locals- I grew up calling them that and I will not stop). Woks at Wayne’s, meets Dick Greyson which causes heartaches, flirty Dick chasing after the guy will turn him down every time (it drives him mad because Wally is so familiar and being around him make him feel whole) and batclan breaking into his apt. He mets Tim and is shock how bad he is at self care. Horrified at how distant the batfam is. Is very close at throwing hands with Batman and Nightwing. (Can’t throw hands with Dick because he not suppose to know the bat secret.) Taking reference from Wally’s Favorite. The Pink Lantern Wally? Just like the one on top but still a speedster? Birdflash with hard to get Wally and pan disaster Dick.

PJO

The Moon And The Ocean Tide -Reincarnation/Regression: SI Oc from my ao3 story My New Life’s Crazy Adventure. I’m take the Oc name Echo and having her rebirth as a Demi Titian of the Moon Titan Selene that isn’t really powerful. Grew up at a round camper that bumps head with Annabeth over how to greet new campers. She goes by Usagi as a teasing nickname by those who watch Sailor Moon, not because she looks like her (she does not look like any of the characters. At all.) but because of her sign. Which looks like the silver-blue dreamworks logo, except with a female figure playing a traditional biwa. (She was also born with the last name Tsukino) Echo is the name she prefers, even though she is named Serenity which also doesn’t help. Percy has regressed into the younger version of himself at the beginning of his story. (More like after his school field trip) He is a jaded, has ptsd and grudge hold college student whose girlfriend broke up with him to focus more on her schooling. (He’s a bit bitter about it because he left his family for her, went on a shit quest for school recommendations and knows she was extremely possessive that fuck over his other relationship.) He played to the script as closely as he could, bypassing his time until he reaches Camp Half-Blood, until the scene on the bridge with Annabeth. Echo, being a fan of Percy/use to have a crush on him (so she says), steps up after his talk with the blonde. Not knowing he has regressed, she offers to show him the Camp Video and explains how the camp works. Percy is lowkey wary and guarded because he’s expecting for every thing to be the same with only him being different. He agrees and Echo is like a puppy as she babbles to the 12yr old about what her home for eleven years is. She also one of the people to actually helps him and talks to him as a person after his mark. (She also sides with Athena in his first war game because he asked her using a ‘I’m a newbie and feel more comfortable with a friend’ and even though she suspects him, she’s weak for him.) When he get his first quest, Annabeth demands to go like the first time but Percy sneers with a ‘He rather go with Echo’. Causing the girl to panic and say ‘No! I refuse to fuck the story!’. This outs her to him, which outs Percy to her. They make a deal that he goes on the quest like the original timeline and she becomes his eyes and ears at camp. DarkPercy. SI character. All books are on her. Refuse to rewrite Percy’s adventures. Slow burn between Percy & Echo?? Echo actually try’s to canon fix-it.

BSD

TTGASV: First side story of my BSD Dazatsu story. (For now) It how Chuuya and Atsushi met in France. Mostly of Atsushi longing for Dazai and missing his baby sister. Mentioning of sending gifts, postcards and word travel. Lore of our boy’s past lives. Mentions of vessels, human sacrifices and reborn gods. Headcanons at play. Pinning Dazatsu, Day 6 Home and Day 15 Book, and slow burn chuuatsu Slice of Life

HP

Movie HP Characters reacting to My AU Memes?

One Piece

Zoro Was born in Aokigahara

Zoro Judgement of Sanji’s treatment of women 5 +1

Crossovers

Hp x Op= 3 Swords Demon And His Magical Son- 5yr Ron transporting to the Op world and getting raise by Zoro, Luffy and the other’s Straw Hats.

Dazatsu Month Day 10 and 26 WIP

~.~4 years ago~.~

“Then who the hell is this?”

Dazai Osamu felt as if the world was coming down on him when he looked at body that was not Dostoevsky Fyodor. It was nothing but some dried up mummy of a man that had no defining features. An urge to throw himself onto the ground (this time not out of worried confusion) and roll around until the dirt scrap every inch of his skin off. He wants to grip his greasy, dark, wavy brown hair tightly in his hands and pulled and pull and pull. Pull so hard that it lend to his scalp bleeding from the force.

“During the prison break race….Dostoevsky was frantic.”

Atsushi was in danger.

“He was frantic…because death at my hand or by poison wouldn’t do. What he needed was to be killed by a vampire.”

He was in danger and Dazai was stuck here in Meursault.

The agency was without its dagger in the shadows.

Letting out a snarl, the rust brown eyed man pivoted on his broken leg and ran back into the building. Ignoring the knives carving themselves into his legs.

”Oi! Mackerel! What the face?!” Chuuya barked like the dog in his ear. “Dazai!”

”He’s not dead!” The said man gritted through clenched teeth to stop from shrieking like a banshee. “His ability! We were wrong! I was wrong!”

Those words felt as if he failed. As if all the energy, sweat, and blood he put into his plan meant nothing. Chuuya could be heard stomping right behind him, cursing a storm. From the corner of his eyes, he watched as the shorter scoop up the sleeping Sigma and chased after him. Dazai close his eyes tightly in gratitude that his old partner followed without a second thought. Reopening his eyes, he pushed himself harder to get to the control room.

He had to get in contact with Ango Sakaguchi as fast as he could. Atsushi’s time was running out. Who knew what was happening all this time he was just lying on the ground. Every minute he does nothing was a minute that his best friend loses. A lost minute that his Atsushi gets closer to wha that fucker has planned.

Bump

Thump

Pain shot throughout his body making him gasp and stumble. It was like he was being shot at. Another wave crashed into him as if Kenji struck him full power. It was far worst then a gunshot as he fell to his knees. Chuuya skid to a stop with a shout. Pain clawed its way into him as if it was a tiger mauling its teeth into the soft belly of its prey. He vomited up what little dinner he had eaten earlier as he tried digging his fingers into white tiles.

“Son of a bitch.” The orange lovelock haired man cursed as he put his cargo on the ground. He raced towards the pain-in his ass of an ex-partner, worry sketching itself on to his face. “You took the antidote right? Hey shithead! Did you take the antidote?”

Practically coughing up a lung, all Dazai could do was nod his head. He wanted to snark at the idiotic slug because he was there when the ex-demon stabbed the needle into his skin. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. He thought as he grabbed his throat and started to rake his short nails into skin wasn’t covered by bandages. This cause the other to freak and try to pull his hands away.

Watery Rust brown eyes peered deep into wide bight ocean blue eyes. (He could see hint of green swirling around like a full moon tidal wave. For a moment he couldn’t help but wish that his personal little moonlight that is his sweet little Atsushi, would never meet the tsunami that is Chuuya Nakahara. Only to remember that they had met and both could never look away from each other. As if they were the moon and sea locked in a dance no human should witness. Dazai had never once felt the need to raze the city to the ground until the day he found them trapped in the elevator.)

“Osamu!”

The world went black.

Dazatsu Month Day 1 and 8 (WIP)

“I can’t do this anymore Dazai-san!”

“Atsushi-”

“I have to leave. I have to get away.”

“Calm down. Atsushi!”

“Osamu! Please.”

“….”

“I have to go. If…if I stay here….Please Osamu. Let me go.”

“….Okay.”

Dazai Osamu let out a loud groan of boredom as he spun his chair. Gods does he hate paper work. How does Kunikida enjoy this? The six years he known this silly little man, he still couldn’t wrap his head around it. Paper work this, paper work that.

Ugh.

Dazai could feel goosebumps of disgust run up his tied up arms.

“Oi! Do your work you wast of bandages!” The said man snapped from his desk without looking up.

The older brown haired man gave a playful pout, not that the blond could see. “But Kunikida! If I do anymore, my arms will fall off. How could you be so cruel.”

He cooed in a tone he knew that would clawed into his brain. The rust brown eyes dances as the thin string of patience came close to snapping. Dazai counted the minutes as he always did, wanting to know if he could break his record from last time. The bandaged covered man’s lips curled into a facsimile smile, trying not to giggle.

“What a horrible co-worker I have.” He continued with a cheerful, mocking tone. His expression filled with pillory as he caught sight of trembling shoulders. Huh, only 30 minutes. One minute less this time. Have to do better next time. “Kuni-ida.”

“YOU DAMN BASTARD!” Kunikida Doppo snarl a like a tiger (Dazai twitched slightly. Tiger…no. He has to focus on this, not that.) as he slammed his hands on the table. The chair he was using flew backwards and hit the wall causing everyone to look up with a sigh. “HOW DARE-”

“Gentlemen. Enough.” A strong voice rang out, freezing everyone in place.

“President.” Yosano Akiki acknowledged standing up, pulling whining Ranpo Edogawa along. The others followed. “Is there something you need sir?”

The leader of the Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi, gave her a sharp but not unkind nod as he used his wooden cane to help him glide into the room. Dazai shift his footing, trying to stand still, at the sight of the timeless ruler of their small kingdom of light walk tiredly towards the door of their work place. The ex-mafia, not the first time, cursed at the Decay of Angels for destroying the image of immortality that was once the great swordsman.

“We have a case. A string of mysteries murders that looked as if the victims were attacked by a wild animal.” The strong baritone of the president called for his unwavering attention once again. He reached for the silver door knob and pulled it open with such grace that a dancer would feel envy. “Thankfully we have someone with such knowledge of animal attacks.”

“Good afternoon everyone. It’s nice to meet you all.”

Dazai felt as if he was waterboarded.

That voice…

Air felt thick and dry.

It’s been so long since he heard such a soft tone. But was slightly different now. Stronger. More assured. Firm but still gentle with a hint of sass and defiance intwining.

“I mean sure we already met but it’s been four years now. So it’s like our first meeting all over again. Anyways, I’m in your care!”

Standing tall with a fanged grin was…

“Atsushi!” Kyouka Izumi breathed with wide blue eyes.

~.~.~.~

Will add more in ao3 later. Maybe it’ll be a one shot or maybe chapter story. I don’t know yet…hmmm

BSD Headcanon Late Night Talks

Dazai and Atsushi are best friends (soulmate if one were to ask how they felt about each other) since their eyes met. The breathless laughter of surprise warm happiness, the silly growls of hungry stomachs and the instant safety they never had once their names graced the empty air. They are best friends and would end the world for the other if it means keeping the other from harm. Dazai has proved this when he let himself get caught by the Port Mafia and beaten by someone he doesn’t care for. Atsushi proved this when they jumped off a flying whale, knowing Dazai is at the bottom waiting for him.

Best friends.

That’s why they have sleepovers every two days. (It would have been everyday but both fear the idea of co-dependency and actually having someone in their life. Almost as if having the person everyday was a dream that could be torn at any moment.) Why? Because it surprisingly helps them sleep better. So on the days of their sleepover, they would ditch work early (Dazai will do all his work, by himself the afternoon before to the lunch the next day. Cause a lot of strokes.) to run errands. Picking up groceries, snatching the latest horror films that Atsushi had been wanting to watch and Dazai was dreading.

The tiger vessel found it hilarious that the Ex-Mafia Executive hated scary movies.

Anyway! After they were done, they would head home and it doesn’t matter who’s home. (Atsushi, unsurprisingly, is the only one who has the knowledge of where Dazai truly lives.) So once at home, the dark brown hair man would play soft sound music with only instruments or opera music from different countries. (Carmen was Dazai’s favorite because he found the whole story hilarious while Atsushi found it annoying and stupid. Lion King was an agreeable favorite though.) The silver hair young adult would take out the pans and ingredients they needed.

It somehow became easy to cook with each other, more than they thought. Dazai would cut the vegetables, the meat or fish and toss it into pan. Atsushi to stir, fry and mix. Making a meal together made them feel human. Like they weren’t trapped in a clay golem created to hold them prisoner. Once everything goes quiet, Dazai will sometimes gaze into the air with empty eyes and softly tell his best friend the horrible shit he has done in the past. Especially what he did in the Port Mafia. Atsushi will listen with an open mind, knowing that one miss-step will cause the other to clamp up.

(He would always turn the stove off at these moments. These nights always took his full attention. Causing her to take deep even breathes to stop her shaking, to keep from spiraling at the thought of her person being like that blasted Headmaster. To try to process and work through the disgust he felt. They would slowly turn to their Osamu and ask in a soft tone if they could hug him. Never once did the idea of blackmail or punishment cross her mind. This would cause the rusted brown eyed male to break and talk about how truly empty he felt with his treatment of Akutagawa. Dazai would always be completely grateful for this and will cling to his tiger.)

In the same way, Atsushi will do the same. Talking about the orphanage and his treatment as if he was there in third person. (This too was never used as blackmail or a way to hurt the younger. In Dazai’s dark, fucked up mind this was the line no one cross.) Of course this led to conversation that neither could talk about. Like the last words of the dying Odasaku or the pain of brutal human experimentation or the hatred Book. Then when it was time to sleep, they will curl up (depending how they were filling that day, they would switch on who was the little spoon) and whisper their deepest, darkest wish they desperately beg would happen. Then they would fall into a comfortable silence as they listen to each other’s heart.

Then agency, mostly Yosano and Kunikida (both having their own sets of problems), don’t really understand why or how this became a tradition.

But Ranpo does.

He always knows.

He knows in the way how they stress on certain jobs then relax once they see the other’s figure. How they smile once they could hear the other’s voice. Could see how they pull each other from the past and enjoy the present. He could see how love and touch-starve these fools are desperately in need of a judgmental free zone. So quietly as he can, Ranpo helps in anyway he can. From babysitting Kyoka to running interference after life n’ death situation.

After all, he was the world’s greatest detective and knows that if one was gone then the other will follow. They were soulmates after all.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Bungou Stay Dog cast Additional Tags: Dazatsu Month 2025 (Bungou Stray Dogs), Wedding Fluff, these bitches gay, Good for them, dazai is a disaster bi, genderfluid atsushi, Hurt/Comfort, dazatsu month 2025 day 21 wedding, Post-Canon, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Weddings…

Not something that Dazai Osamu actually thinks about.

And why would he? Since he could remember, he watched his parents run off on “vacation” with other people of the same gender. Could see in the little film negatives playing in his head with them screaming and throwing things at each other. Could remember watching, on the streets in his little trash-bin, couples having dates with people he knew weren’t their real partners. Watching his foster father bring young girls into his marital bed. (Girls old enough to be his daughter. Maybe that’s why Elise and Mori’s relationship never really bother him. One, Elise wasn’t really real and was actually the same age range as Mori. Second, for three years his foster father wasn’t the only one paid him to keep his mouth shut everyday. His foster mother did as well and at least her’s was over the age law. He learn how to manipulate people and get paid for it from them. So he’s a bit thankful.) At ten, he watched as this led to a murder-suicide