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Before I could say something else I would regret, Atsushi speaks up. “Uhm, actually Chuuya’s a high schooler.” he fiddles with his fingers.
“Oh,” Dazai looks genuinely surprised. “Really? You’re sure?”
Fuck you.
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how we're ending (our last dance together) by antliiae
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
05 Sep 2025
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“You won’t try to kill yourself again. Even if your mind screams at you, you won’t be able to. Your body won’t cooperate. You won’t be able to hurt yourself or purposely let others hurt you. You won’t die as long as you desire death or unless I personally let you."
Dazai’s breath hitched, and his eyes widened in disbelief. “No, you can’t—”
Then he felt it—something like a subtle shift somewhere inside him. He couldn’t pinpoint where the sensation started or ended, but it was there. And just as quickly as it happened, it went away, as if it had already sealed itself in him, became a part of him.
“What did you just do to me?” he asked, the words barely making it past his throat, more accusation than question.
“Saved you. You’ll probably hate me for it, but that’s what it was.”
or, Vampire!Chuuya finds Dazai on the verge of death, and uses mind compulsion to make him unable to try to end his life ever again. After that, he disappears, leaving Dazai alone for two years of nothing but hatred and resentment toward the vampire who violated his will and trapped him in the pathetic existence people call life. Until, when Chuuya’s the one in need of help, their paths cross again.
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29 May 2026
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Chuuya needs money—badly—but he never, not in a million years, thought he’d end up accepting a check with far too many zeros in exchange for a knot. Or several.
“Fuck me,” Dazai asked, voice wrecked, rough and bruised. He wrapped his hand around him again, stroking slowly, giving little kitten licks to the tip while rolling his hips against the couch. He was making a mess—Chuuya could see the damp stain spreading across the front of his sweatpants. “Use me, you dumb puppy.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Dazai smiled, small and wicked.
“What if I want that?” he murmured, dragging his nails lightly over him. Chuuya shuddered, and the smile widened—playful now, almost triumphant. He leaned closer. “What if I want you to knot my mouth? What if I want to feel you in my throat?”
Or: Dazai hires Chuuya to spend the weekend with him ahead of his rut, but what was supposed to be a simple transaction quickly turns into something neither of them is prepared for.
Top Chuuya Week, day 7 - free day
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05 May 2026
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every road and every highway led me right back to your door by themodernlovergirl
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
11 Aug 2024
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In a post-apocalyptic society, the deadly superflu overtook the world killing nearly the entire population, Chuuya stumbles on an empty-not-so-empty cabin while injured, on the verge of death, with nothing left to lose.
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OR: a skk post-apocalyptic au that follows the plot of all that's left in the world (MAJOR EDITS MADE 07/25)
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27 Apr 2026
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TW: Eating disorders
After all, everyone is on a diet today. After all, it's not a bad thing that he wants to look good, that he wants to have the right weight. After all, he lives a healthy lifestyle all the time, after all, he is the one who has to remind his friends to eat. After all, nothing bad will happen if he tries to lose just a little weight. That's not a bad thing, right?
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17 Apr 2026
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"Just five questions," the voice tries again, softer this time, as if it could wash away the cold dread in the pit of his stomach. If only he was awarded something close to certainty—then perhaps the thorny vines wouldn't wrap around him so. He doesn't have it in him to spit out another tirade, but the voice breaks through the haze. "I'm sure we can do five questions. Here, I'll get us started. Who are you?"
He grimaces. The question free falls down to the tissue of his entrails, twisting the flesh into knots. Sweat beads on the back of his neck, making his hair stick to his damp skin.
"Who…?" He clears his throat. Sour laughter bubbles out of him as the first round of panic settles over him. "I—"
based off the tv show "severance". more info on the author's note.
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08 Apr 2026