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vanitaws · 2 years

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skk fic rec list

(this is also so I can keep track of my faves)

one-shots -> anywhere between 1k and 9k words

call me selfish - banishedimmortal - 5.48k mori makes chuuya use corruption, dazai finds out and saves him and tries to convince fukuzawa to let him join the agency.

steps to happiness - setosdarkness - 1.95k dazai is a single parent with atsushi as his kid and chuuya is dtsushi's teacher. a day in the life of atsushii who has to put up with dazai trying to make chuuya his other father.

imagine being loved by me - lunarumbra - 2.85k chuuya loses his memory, including the memories of his husband, dazai.

information exchange - setosdarkness - 1.71k aku and chuuya get kidnapped by enemies who are looking for atsushi. they regret everything. -> this is more sskk ft skk but its still one of my favourite skk fics

like father, like son - outermind - 1.35k soukokou and shin soukokou live togther. kunikida finds out

a reminder of our love (is all i need) - ecchisenpai - 4.57k 18!dazai (who's in love w chuuya and not in detail) gets sent to present day yokohama and meets 22!dazai (who's in love w chuuya but is very much in denial).

like a bed of roses (there's a dozen reasons in this gun) - blueoysterkit - 7.24k hanahaki soukokou au except they both have it for each other at the same time but the other doesn't know

long-ish -> about 10k to 25k

zut alors! i have missed one! - forest_raccoon - 20.8k (not chaptered) basically little mermaid au kinda ft sskk where atsushi is a prince, aku is a mermaid prince, dazai is a cook, and chuuya is a crab but he's also arahabaki's vessel

yokohama public high school - almost as crazy as their pep rallies - blowing your mind - 20.7k (not chaptered) the student body's attempt on getting chemistry teacher dazai and coach nakahara together ft sskk as two of the students

welcome to the port agency! - lunarumbra - 17.9k (4 chapters) sskk are interns at some kinda media agency (tbh idk what it's called) and skk are they're mentors ft growing relationship sskk and established skk

right of god - setosdarkness - 24.6k (8 chapters) atsushi wakes up only to find everyone aside from aku and chuuya gone, now he must team up w them to figure out what's wrong -> this is more focused on the plot line than any relationship (not to say the relationship isn't there bc it is) but i still really like it so I'm including it

long -> 25k+

you won't lose me (so don't leave me behind) - hybridempress - 163.6k (14 chapters) dazai convinces chuuya to leave the port mafia in less than 200k words

you have a heartbeat (you're real, you're here, you're human) - mostladylikeladythateverladied - 132.4k (13 chapters) part 2 of the previous fic where chuuya is now a part of the ada and happy w dazai but a strange death make rip his future from him -> i read both these fics in the same day they're honestly amazing

bad enough for you - maristella - 28.6k (6 chapters) dazai and chuuya swap abilities and arahabki was never the same (arahabaki hates dazai more than chuuya hates arahabaki)

stars and silence (I'll share them both with you) - irelanictari, lavibookman - 46.1k (10 chapters) a legend of korra type au where dazai is a waterbender and participates in pro-bending w atsushi and aku, and chuuya is the firebender and best friends with aku but he has a massive secret

hunt me down - purplesan - 42.1k (10 chapters) dazai tries to kill himself in the forest where arahabaki (chuuya) and his followers live but chuuya wont let that happen

the act of being human - purplesan - 31.5k (10 chapters) chuuya is a robot caretaker employed by dazai's parents to look after him and care for him. dazai hates him at first but begins to like him as the story progresses -> this is a ship fic but ill say it here and it's mentioned in the authors note that there's no actual romance while dazai is a kid

pretendence - purplesan - 28.9k (11 chapters) the main focus of this one is shin soukokou rather than soukokou but its like a prequel/sequel to the fic mentioned before so ill add it - it does still include skk tho

#jfc that took me ages #but idk I have nothing else to do #might do this for other ships #I have a lot of fics for bkdk and victuuri and nico and will and I have some for catradora #I spent an hour going through my entire ao3 history trying to find the act of being human bc I forgot to save it like I had all the others #bungo stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd dazai osamu #osamu dazai #soukoku #bsd manga #fics #fic rec #fanfiction #fanfics #bsd fic

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chuuyanakaahara · 8 months

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I need to know what you think of this half-baked concept, and by “half-baked” I mean “barely even baked, not even really baked at all, completely raw” as in “I literally was just struck with this idea two minutes ago and have not ruminated on it for long at all” and it is: SSKK and SKK role reversal AU, where Atsushi and Akutagawa are the divorced never married weirdos and Dazai and Chuuya are the just met but very weird about each other weirdos. I have absolutely nothing else figured out about this AU and probably never will

oh my god i love that actually. absolute bonus points if everyone is still their canon ages, but circumstances change to accommodate the new dynamic rather than the inverse; atsushi & akutagawa have known each other since they were kids and akutagawa would sneak into the orphanage and steal food, that atsushi always got blamed for, and he hated him, but akutagawa would, in turn, help him out of whatever punishment he had with a baby, barely used rashoumon. when akutagawa disappears, atsushi mourns his loss because that was his only friend and they once, sitting inside an old well that atsushi had chosen to hide in, decided they would get married when they were older because married people get to make life decisions for the other and it was the only sense of autonomy either of them had as kids.

dazai never inducts chuuya into the mafia; the flags don't die because verlaine never has to target them. chuuya becomes the prince of assassins because of a deal he made with verlaine about the lives of the sheep when verlaine came after him.

dazai still lives & leaves the mafia because of oda, but he never has chuuya's light to keep him occupied and thus his friendship with oda & ango is far more intense and it hits him far differently.

when atsushi & akutagawa re-meet, they meet as enemies, but they interact like old friends; akutagawa cuts off atsushi's leg and atsushi retorts with a memory from when they were kids. akutagawa goes to attack atsushi & atsushi successfully distracts him by reminding him of the vow they made.

dazai meets chuuya when the agency gets a case about a high-profile assassination within the government; someone a little too close to ango for dazai's comfort, and thus begins the troubling tale of dazai trying to hunt chuuya down and deal with him. it's not hunting him down that's the issue; it's capturing him, because chuuya harnesses the power of a god - a singularity - and dazai has never had to deal with someone like that at this point. so yes, he is kind of fucking obsessed with chuuya.

#cherri.txt #i love this anon thank u for this au omg

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just-a-dinosaur-i-guess · 2 months

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hmm how about childhood friends to lovers for the trope ask game?

OOO that one is always fun

for who.. hm.. i could spin a lot of aus for this, so i can't say there'd be a certain ship tbh. perhaps shibuvan or atsulucy, and i cannot remember their url rn but i do love that one skk little prince au i remember a comic being posted of on here

#dino answers #ask games #asks #original post #zukkaoru

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rashoumon-homo · 3 months

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Hey freaks! (affectionate) It’s been a while since I’ve updated y’all on my writing stuff so here we go:

Stuff I’m currently working on:

No Such Tastes In Men pt.4 - I’m about halfway done with it but it’s going to be the last one in the series so I want to make sure it’s perfect before I post it. Should be ready sometime today or tomorrow unless something comes up.

The Good Locker pt.2 - I haven’t started the actual writing process but I have started brainstorming so you can expect this one in mayyyybe a week or so?

Coffee Shop AU (multi-chapter skk) - more on this one below. I have about a chapter and a half done but I’m trying to decide how best to post it and I need your input :D

Snow White retelling (multi-chapter skk) - this is the mysterious fic i hinted at the other day! It’s gonna be a borderline-crackfic where Snow White is retold with Dazai as the title character, Chuuya as the prince, Mori as the evil queen, and the ADA as the seven dwarves. I’m still in the process of drafting it but it’s gonna be so much fun, trust me.

Ok now for some more detail on the Coffee Shop AU. I mentioned the basics last night in the tags of another post, but I’ll restate them here for those of you who haven’t seen it.

The premise is: Dazai is a barista at a coffee shop and he encounters a rude customer (Chuuya). So, because he’s a petty little bitch, he spells Chuuya’s name wrong in increasingly creative ways each time he orders from the coffee shop. Kind of a rom-com, enemies-to-lovers kinda thing. Other side characters include:

Yosano, the cafe’s highly capable shift lead. In her free time, she’s studying to become a medical doctor.

Kunikida, Dazai’s uptight coworker (but what’s new there)

Atsushi, the cafe’s nervous new hire who hasn’t gotten properly trained yet… mostly because Dazai was supposed to be in charge of training him

Akutagawa, Chuuya’s stoic (but very attractive) coworker, who always has a super complicated order when Atsushi’s at the register

The thing I need help on is deciding how and when to post it. My plan was originally to finish the first draft completely, then post each chapter on a regular (probably weekly) schedule with small edits here and there. But a lot of the motivation I have for writing comes from the feedback I get from readers. I’ve started to entertain the idea of posting chapters more or less as I complete them, at the risk of not having a fully-formed story.

Finishing the story, then posting each chapter: regular posting schedule, fewer plot holes probably, but it’ll probably be months before the first chapter— if I don’t run out of motivation entirely.

Posting each chapter as I write it: you get to read it sooner, but the posting schedule will be pretty sporadic

#rashoumon writes #bsd #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #skk #skk fanfic #soukoku fic #fic wip #writing update

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sonder-paradise · 2 years

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◊ Once Upon A December

◊ I shit you not I haven't been able to stop thinking about chuuya in that anastasia au it's just consumed my mind so thank you @fuji-sakii for bringing this idea to the world :)

◊ Genre: Anastasia AU

◊ Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x ??? [i left it ambiguous so it could be dazai for my skk lovers or reader for my usuals]

◊ Word Count: 1.1k

Peppermint.

Chuuya wished he could stop thinking about the smell of peppermint. Something about the sweet and tingly scent was not only therapeutic but reminiscent of a place no longer in his memories.

Looking up at the whispy snow in the crisp morning sky, he let out a breath of warmth, watching it swirl up alongside the dancing snowflakes. The long scarf that looped around his shoulders dragged and mangled itself against the thorny bushes sprawled on the paths.

But the smell of peppermint was long gone as he made his way through the snow-covered path. The supposed job his orphanage manager had gotten him was long gone in the opposite direction but there was honestly nothing Chuuya desired in a small town in the middle of nowhere.

Now surely this road would be the key to his dreams. He would be able to find somewhere who would be able to figure out who he was and perhaps even the origin of his life. He stopped in his tracks upon hearing a rustle in the shaky bushes.

“Who’s there?” he called, turning on his heel in suspicion.

“Bark!”

Chuuya’s eyes widened upon seeing the stout little puppy pop out from behind the snowy bushes. A little nubby tail shook practically his entire body as he looked up at the redhead now bending down to greet the creature.

“You on your way to town too?” he inquired playfully, scratching the pup behind the ears. A hurried bark and a wag of the tail answered Chuuya’s question and he promptly got back up to continue his journey with a new companion.

“Have you heard the news?”

“The Duchess plans on rewarding the person who finds him!”

“Just one prince survived the attack?”

Honestly, Chuuya didn’t expect so much gossip to be drifting through the streets of the city when he entered. The little dog nipped at his heels and occasionally played with the dragging scarf.

However, despite the wild accusations of long-lost princes and faraway duchesses, Chuuya was ecstatic to see the wild and estranged crowds of people. Merchants sold fur-lined coats, swearing on their lives it was real; Women muttered together like hens clucking about the recent news; Men confidently patting each other on the back in introduction whilst lumbering tons of storage onto carts.

This new world of pure, raw life was electrifying. Chuuya’s eyes lit up in a grand surprise as he continued to wander through the streets, ignoring the supposed rumors that swarmed through the whole country.

“Arf!” the puppy yapped impatiently, tugging on the scarf before successfully pulling it off of Chuuya’s shoulders.

“Hey! What the hell?” he exclaimed. His eyes caught sight of the little creature dragging it away and towards the gated, earth-eaten infrastructure of a nearby building. “Couldn’t you have chosen a warm lodge to run into?”

In spite of his begrudged grumbling, Chuuya followed after the dog and fell into the heart of what seemed to be an old prodigious mansion. Well, Chuuya had never been in a place as luxurious as this before.

He knew that this was the palace of the royal family. The members of which had all been slaughtered in a vicious attack from the common people. This haunting place should have been cryptic and dangerous. Still, his feet continued to move as if retracing their steps.

All thoughts of finding the bothersome puppy were gone as he stopped in the center of the ruins.

The wallpaper that was seemingly once grandeur and encased the warm ambiance of the room in an elegant embrace, was now smudged with tatters and tears. Paintings were ripped and although the golden shine of their frames had once been glittering, Chuuya only saw the rust of bronze in their place.

And yet, in taking all of this chaotic mess of a place in, Chuuya smelled peppermint.

He could smell it in the dilapidated curtains that hung against the dust-covered windows; in the vast ballroom now entirely empty and filled with nothing but grime and filth. He could even catch a whiff of it in the delicate pieces of china and tiny treasures that lined the moth-eaten silk-lined tables.

Making his way into the ballroom, Chuuya could practically see the ghosts of this long-forgotten world. He wondered what a party as extravagant as the ones in this palace could have been.

Surely dozens of people would have lined up against the glittering tiles, bowing towards their respective partners before intertwining themselves in a dance filled with music and laughter.

He felt his body tug across the lustrous staircase and down onto the dance floor. His memory craved something from this place. He could sense that it was trying to reconjure something that was lost and unknown.

But like magic, he could feel the rustle of golden silk on his skin, the weight of what seemed to be a crown neatly placed on his head, and the ever-persistent twinkle of a distant song that chimed alongside it.

White gloves and stolen kisses, themes of romance and passion, meshed and tangoed with a destruction and murder most foul. Chuuya did not know what he yearned from the fictional images his mind conjured in his memory.

The blurry ghosts of the past called out to him in a swirl of gold lace and ribbons. And as the silent music in his mind subsided, he stared up at the large painting overlooking the entire room.

His own twinkling blue eyes met the drawn ones of a young boy maybe only six or seven. He appeared loved and familiar; a calm smile and a mess of red hair decorated his features. And once again peppermint filled his lungs.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

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#[🖋] writing #[🔮] disney au #ik its not disney dont hurt me T^T #but tbh skk and an x reader fic sounded good #so the person at the end could be either dazai or the reader #chuuya bsd #bsd chuuya nakahara #soukoku fic #bsd soukoku #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x reader #osamu dazai x chuuya nakahara #bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #dazai x chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #Spotify

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barissoffee · 3 years

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I have had an ST Mermaid!AU boiling in my brain since TFA: The First Order are sirens that drown sailors, but a merman (dubbed Finn by Poe Dameron bc he has no creativity) defects and joins Captain Organa's pirate crew with the help of pearl-diver/sunken-treasure-salvager Rey

oh??👀👀 big brain au every idea is perfect extra thoughts to include

bb8 is poe's parrot

finn leads the uprising against the FO and helps his siren buddies defect

also Finn is the lost prince of a mermaid kingdom it HAS to happen

leia wears an eye patch cause why not

rey uses two swords cause WHY NOT

finn and poe get married at the end yep the little mermaid style

also Poe calling Finn ‘Finn’ cause of his mermaid tail is so funny skks

#answered #would LOVE to see it #Anonymous

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arcticzuko · 7 years

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you were my new dream

For @onikushita! This was for skk valentines ^_^

Tis a Tangled AU! The idea was given to me by my mom @star-tear

read on ao3

This is the story of how Dazai dies.

Though, in actuality, the story isn’t about Dazai at all, but a short, fiery redhead named Chuuya. Technicalities, technicalities, whatever. The statement is still true.

Dazai supposes that the story actually starts with a man.

This man was named Mori Ougai, and he had a little girl he adored. Her name was Elise, and she had silky blonde hair that ran down her shoulders in perfect waves. She had the looks of an angel, is what everybody said when they saw her.

She was also dying.

Mori Ougai was not afraid of many things, but he was afraid of the bruises on Elise’s skin, of how pale she’d become, of her high fever and drowsiness.

So, in his desperation, Mori follows legends. He finds a flower made from a drop of sun, that can provide anything, that can heal anything at all, with only a simple chant to activate it:

O expectations, stale and dismal airs, leave this body of mine! I want nothing anymore but simplicity, quiet, murmurs and order. O acquaintances, grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again!

And he keeps her alive. He keeps himself alive, too. They live together for ages and ages and ages…

But then a certain, beloved queen becomes sick. And because life has the habit of piling misfortune after misfortune on top of each other, this queen was also pregnant. Her husband had sadly passed away just a few months ago.

The people are desperate, not wanting to lose one of the greatest and kindest rulers they’ve ever had—they begin to follow legends.

They find the flower by pure luck, Mori failing to hide it away properly. It saves the queen, and her son is born with fiery red hair.

In case it wasn’t obvious...the son is Chuuya.

To celebrate his birth, Kouyou releases a lantern into the sky; a tradition that would continue on Chuuya’s birthday for many many years.

But Mori doesn’t give up. He sneaks into the castle and finds that the power of the sun resides in the boy’s hair; but when Mori tries to cut it off, the hair darkens, losing its power.

So he takes the boy, and hides him away in a hidden tower in the woods, where no one can find them.

Chuuya, Mori and Elise grow into their own family.

But every year, whenever Chuuya would see the lights rise into the sky on his birthday…

There was always a yearning for something more.

“Hmm…” Chuuya frowns, tilting his head sideways as he studies his painting. “What do you think, Ryuunosuke?”

The chameleon blinks at him. Why are you asking me? Also, you have paint in your hair.

Chuuya scowls, turning to see that he did indeed have paint in his hair. He wipes his paint-stained hands on a towel. “Fuck. All this hair is such a pain…” Sighing, he decides to deal with it later, looking back up at his painting. It’s of him staring up at the night sky filled with lanterns, his long red hair tumbling down behind him.

“I’m gonna ask him,” he says to himself, “I’m really gonna ask him this year, Ryuunosuke.”

Akutagawa gives him a look that says, Sure you will, making Chuuya stick his tongue out at him. He climbs down from the ledge he’d been sitting on to paint the picture, irritably tucking his hair away from his face. He stands in the middle of the room, at a loss of what to do now that he’s finished the activity that’s been keeping him occupied for the last few hours. “I could read again…” He mumbles to himself, not really liking the idea but not exactly knowing what else there was to do. He studies the walls, covered in his paintings, at the shelves of books he’s read over and over, at the room he’s lived in his whole life, feeling a sudden surge of sorrow.

Akutagawa crawls up to his shoulder and nudges his face. I’m bored. Let’s go outside.

“You know I can’t,” Chuuya bites out, frowning. “Besides, I’m perfectly fine in here.” He glances at himself in the mirror, frown deepening at the paint still in his hair. “I guess I could fix that.”

Akutagawa makes a sound that Chuuya swears is a sigh. He gives the chameleon an annoyed look.

“Chuuya!”

He tenses, almost stumbling over his feet in his haste to get to the window. He hears Akutagawa shriek in irritation, clutching onto his shoulder for dear life.

“Chuuya, let down your hair!”

“Coming!” He shouts back, letting his hair tumble out the window and down towards the ground. He waves at the pair, Elise in one of Mori’s arms with a basket in her hands while Mori grips Chuuya’s hair with his other hand as the redhead hoists them up.

“Chuuya-nii,” Elise chirps as she and Mori slip through the window, reaching out to give Chuuya a hug.

“Hi Elise,” he greets, “how was your day?”

The girl scowls. “Annoying. Rintarou is so bratty, I can’t stand it. Always wanting me to do this and this for him.”

“Aw, Elise!” Mori whines, “It’s only because I adore you so much!”

The girl turns her head away, sticking her chin up. “Rintarou, you are nothing but an old, whiny geezer.”

The man sighs sadly, before turning to look at Chuuya, resting a hand on the redhead’s shoulder. “Chuuya, how was your day?” He glances at the paint in Chuuya’s hair. “Some more painting, I see,” he muses.

Chuuya reaches up to touch his hair. “Uh, yeah. Speaking of that, there’s something I wanted to ask you, Mori.”

Mori frowns as he examines a bruise on Elise’s arm. “Before that, how about you sing for Elise and me, Chuuya?”

He bites his lip. “Alright,” he agrees, moving quickly, setting a chair down for Mori and Elise to sit in, slamming a brush in Mori’s hands and placing a stool for himself in front of them. He takes a deep breath. “Oexpectationsstaleanddismalairs—” He sings, the words zipping through his mouth so quickly they almost stumble over each other, his hair quickly glowing to his song in order to catch up.

“Chuuya, hold on a second—” Mori starts, before Chuuya interrupts him.

“I want nothing anymore but simplicity, quiet, murmurs and order. O acquaintances, grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again!” He finishes quickly, hearing Elise’s surprised sound when energy suddenly rushes through her, the bruise on her arm disappearing in a blink.

“Alright, so back to my question!” Chuuya exclaims, standing up and turning around, forcing a smile when Mori gives him a curious look. “Uh, I’m not sure if you remember or anything, but you know, my eighteenth birthday is tomorrow.”

“Yes, of course I remember,” Mori replies, stroking Elise’s hair. She frowns at him, jumping off his lap and heading towards her room. “What about it?”

Chuuya falters. “Well,” he begins, moving to climb up to the painting he had finished prior. “For my birthday, I want to go out and see the lights. You know, the ones that always show up on my birthday.” He moves the curtain blocking the painting from view, looking at Mori hopefully.

There’s a moment of silence. Chuuya suddenly feels all his confidence leaving him, his self consciousness suddenly pushing him into a corner.

“You want to leave?” Mori asks, and his tone is so frigid Chuuya holds back a shiver.

“Just for one night,” he insists, climbing back down, though in his mind, voices accuse him for being a liar. “Just for my birthday. That’s all I want.”

Mori’s expression grows dark. “Have you forgotten how dangerous it is out there for you? You wouldn’t last a day. Have you forgotten that Elise depends on you to keep her health? What if something happens?”

“I—”

“Are you really that selfish to put Elise’s safety at risk for a mere birthday wish?” Mori stands up from his chair, looking at Chuuya with an unbearable intensity.

Chuuya freezes. “...Of course not,” he murmurs, after a pause. “I’m sorry, Mori.”

Immediately, Mori’s entire posture relaxes. “That’s my boy,” the man praises, resting a hand on Chuuya’s shoulder. His grip suddenly tightens, expression sharpening. “Never mention leaving this tower again, Chuuya.”

“Yes, Mori.”

Dazai laughs, dark brown hair whipping around his face as he runs through the forest. “So much excitement for eight am in the morning, huh, Fyodor?” He chirps, smiling grandly at his companion. “It almost makes me not wanna die!”

Fyodor just gives him a deathly glare.

Behind them, a bombardment of kingdom troops race after them. Dazai sighs as he glances at who the leader is.

“That damn Ango…” he murmurs, studying the poker face of the black haired man, glasses glinting in the sunlight as he rides a blond horse. “We used to be friends once upon a time, you know?”

“I don’t really care.”

Dazai sighs. As he runs, his satchel bumps against his side in a steady beat, reminding him of his crime. Stealing the crown had been awfully too easy, so Dazai felt the need to spice things up a bit, resulting in the current predicament they were in, much to Fyodor’s displeasure.

Dazai supposes he should feel a little guilty, stealing the crown of the missing prince that the Queen and even most of the kingdom still mourned over, but Dazai’s never been known for his compassion. He was Dazai Osamu, the greatest thief in the entire kingdom, with a bounty worth more than a lifetime’s amount of work. He had no need for compassion.

He freezes, a piece of paper pinned onto a tree catching his attention. He gasps dramatically. “They totally ruined my beautiful face!” He exclaims, ripping the wanted poster off the tree. “Look at this, Fyodor! It’s an atrocity!”

The look Fyodor gives him could make roses wither. “I think it’s a pretty good depiction.”

He places a hand over his heart in offense. “Fyodor, how could you…”

Fyodor ignores him, beginning to run again, the flaps of his ushanka moving up and down with each step. Dazai sighs, stuffing the poster into his satchel before following the man.

They reach a dead end. Dazai hums, contemplating as he looks up at the top of the ledge. “Give me a boost, and I’ll pull you back up.”

“Give me the satchel,” Fyodor responds, giving Dazai a dark smile. He returns the gesture.

“Fine, fine,” he acquiesces, slipping the strap over his head and handing it over to the man. Fyodor slips it onto his own shoulders before pushing Dazai up with his hands, Dazai being just tall enough to grab the edge with his hand and haul himself up. As promised, Dazai reaches down to pull Fyodor up.

“Let’s go—” Fyodor begins, before Dazai grabs his knife, cuts the strap of the satchel so he can grab it without the hassle of pulling it over Fyodor’s head, and pushes the man backwards.

Fyodor stumbles, the backs of his heels on the edge of the drop, waving his arms around in an attempt to keep himself grounded. His eyes widen before immediately narrowing into a hateful glare.

“Let’s meet again sometime!” Dazai chirps, giving a small wave as Fyodor falls back down the small cliff. He doesn’t bother checking to see if the man’s okay, instead tying the now broken strap of the satchel together with a tight knot and sliding it over his shoulders again. He begins to run, his laughter ringing through the trees.

The sound of horse hooves pounding catches his attention. He peers over his shoulder and groans when he sees Ango on his blond horse, charging towards him with a crossbow probably aimed at his head. He glances at the vine hanging down a few feet in front of him, and idea popping into his head as he runs full speed, jumping onto the vine and swinging himself out of Ango’s view, before momentum pulls him back. He has a glimpse of Ango’s shocked face before he knocks Ango right off his saddle and replaces his spot.

He smiles darkly to himself as the horse continues to run, leaving Ango behind. Suddenly, the horse freezes in his spot, almost making Dazai fall off from the unexpected stop. “What’s wrong?” He questions, pulling on the reins. “Move it!”

The horse snarls at him, before attempting to reach the satchel with its jaws. Dazai yanks it away. “No, no stop it. Bad horse. This is mine—” The horse almost takes his finger off with his next bite. Okay, what the fuck?

“Of course Ango has the craziest horse ever!” Dazai exclaims, struggling to hold on as the horse begins to buck wildly in an attempt to reach the satchel. It ends up resulting into a rowdy tug of war. The horse eventually catches the pouch of the satchel between his jaws, almost pulling Dazai off with the force of his tugging.

“Let it go, you stupid horse!” Dazai grits out, tugging back, before an idea pops into his head.

He smiles widely, letting the satchel go.

The horse’s head flies back due to the force he’d been using to pull against Dazai, the satchel flinging out of his grasp and onto a branch that hangs off a cliff, just about to fall.

There’s a pause, before the two of them scramble after it.

“Ha!” Dazai boasts, as he grabs onto the satchel, the shaking of the branch not bothering him at all. The horse glares at him, but the sound of wood snapping catches both of their attention. Their eyes widen, but while the horse’s eyes widen with panic, Dazai’s eyes widen with joy.

The branch snaps, and the two of them fall of the cliff. Dazai closes his eyes and blocks out the sound of the horse’s screeching. Instead, he focuses on the sensation of falling, a gentle smile spreading across his face.

Maybe this is it—

He lands on a thick, gigantic cluster of bushes. He blinks up at the sky for a moment, before sighing. “Well, it was worth a try,” he says airily, “maybe I’ll die next time.”

His ears pick up the sound of horse hooves. He groans, moving quickly to hide behind a large boulder. What on earth did Ango feed his horse?

The sound comes unbearingly closer, making Dazai hold his breath, before quickly moving away. Dazai doesn’t move until the sound has completely faded, sighing as he stands up, stretching his arms over his head. He leans back on the wall of stone behind him, covered by ivy, only to completely fall onto his back with an “Oomph!”

He tilts his head up and realizes that he was in a small cave of some sort, the entrance hidden from view by the ivy. He sits up, examining the new area he’d stumbled into, the light at the end of the end of the tunnel sparking his interest. He stands up and walks deeper into the cave, eyes widening when he finally reaches the end.

A lone tower stood in an enclosed meadow, surrounded by trees. A waterfall cascaded behind it, filling the area with the soft sound of rushing water. He moves towards the tower, eyes lighting up with curiosity.

When he reaches it, the only thing that pops into his head is how the tower is a lot taller than it looks up close. The second thing he thinks is that it’d might be really nice to jump off of it. He walks around, searching for an entrance, but finds there isn’t any other opening in the tower besides the window looming high above. He grabs his dagger and begins to climb, stabbing his dagger between the bricks to help him get a secure grip as he makes his way up the tower. He hauls himself up onto the window ledge and slips inside, before turning around to see the view. He grins, slipping his satchel off his shoulder and placing it on the ground.

“Hmmm,” he hums to himself, “I might actually die if I jump off—”

Pain sparks through his head, the noise of what sounds eerily similar to a frying pan being banged ringing through his ears before his vision fades to black.

part two

#(ye i'm posting this on tumblr too sorry)#bungou stray dogs #soukoku #tangled au #fic #nakahara chuuya #dazai osamu

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