BSD Rarepair Week

An appreciation week dedicated to the pairings that need a boost in content in Bungou Stray Dogs. Rarepair week will be running December 16th-18th 2022!

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BSD Rarepair Winter Weekend 2022! December 16th-18th, 2022

Note: For consistency's sake, we will be using the usual event tag that this account uses for its events to not confuse anyone. Meaning you are free to tag it as #bsdrarepairweek2022 despite the fact it is only a weekend event.

As always, the same rules and guidelines apply which you can find here!

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But I love us just the way we are (3)

For @bsd-rarepairweek​ day 3:  Day 3: Distance + Fukumori 

 Over a decade, not over a break-up… it’s complicated.

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[cloversdreams]

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Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs Relationships: Tachihara Michizou/Tanizaki Junichirou  Summary:

Michizo was nervous. He was also freezing his ass off. It was so cold tonight. He brought his hands to his mouth and breathed on them in a feeble attempt to warm them up. Michizo rubbed them together quickly to generate some heat before he finally jammed them into his jacket pockets. He frowned to himself and glanced off to the side.

Logically, he knew there was no reason for him to be on edge. Sure, he was about to go out on a date with the guy he’d been crazy about for way longer than he cared to admit. Yes, it just so happened to be Christmas Eve. No, that didn’t make this a Christmas date. Probably. He had no idea, actually.

@bsd-rarepairweek day 3 - distance

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Hot Cocoa

BSD Rare Pair Weekend 2022.

Day 2: Hot Cocoa. Ship: Kunikida x Dazai: AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43680813

Christmas was a meaningless holiday for Dazai. He was not religious, and the holiday had never meant anything special to him in any way. Except, perhaps, when he met Odasaku. 

One year, he spent Christmas Eve with Odasaku and his kids, before they all died the next year. So, while it was a treasured memory, it was a sad one nonetheless.

Every year, the Agency throws a little Christmas Party in the Office, not because many of them (or anyone, really) believed in it, but because they take every opportunity to spend time together. Dazai always went, annoyed Kunikida a little bit and then quietly disappeared back to his apartment. Sometimes he feared he was allergic to happy and wholesome moments, as he always ran away, but the truth was, he never felt like he deserved them. 

That year in particular, he decided to notgo completely. Atsushi, who was attending for the first time, was particularly disappointed, and managed to touch Dazai’s heart a little bit.

“Perhaps it was the poisonous mushrooms I ate this morning, but I’m not feeling very well,” he said, dramatically. “If my dreams do come true and I die this evening, know that I died ha-” Dazai was interrupted by Kunikida, slapping his notebook on his head with frowned brows and severe eyes.

“I won’t let you die without finishing your reports, idiot,” Kunikida scolded him. 

Dazai threw another little dramatic scene and ended up skipping reports, leaving early.

It was already late when Dazai finally arrived at his place, with snow on his hair and shivering to the bone. He might or might not have underestimated how cold it was. 

“Mushroom poisoned my ass,” Kunikida’s voice startled him, just as he had closed the door behind him and turned on the lights. His eyes traveled the room until he found his co-worker sitting on his lonely sofa.

There was Kunikida. Legs and arms crossed, green eyes hidden behind his glasses. Dazai had to give him credit; he never expected to find him there, and while he had noticed his shoes at the entrance, Kunikida had spoken first.

“Ah, you caught me,” he admitted, giggling and raising his arms. “Arrest me, detective,” he said.

Kunikida didn’t reply, but his stare softened.

“Well, since you look fine, I’ll take my leave,” he said while standing up. “There is hot chocolate and some food.”

Dazai looked at the bag on the tiny table in front of the sofa, and just as Kunikida was passing next to him, Dazai grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. 

“Shouldn’t you be at the party?”

Kunikida glanced at him and shrugged.

“Yosano wanted to drink with me, and I’m not in the mood to get wasted,” Kunikida explained. Not surprising at all, Dazai though.

“But why are you here?” he insisted. Dazai thought of Kunikida as a predictable man, but there were moments, like that one, when Kunikida managed to get him on with his guard down and surprise him with things he never expected. And to be fair, he esteemed those moments more than he liked to admit.

Dazai could see Kunikida trying to find a reason, stuttering, refusing to look at Dazai, and getting pinker with each second.

“Just… cause… you said you were feeling ill and I thought… you might want… something hot to drink,” he managed to say between his teeth.

Dazai stood quietly and motionless for a second, taking in his words. He was trying to understand the motive, to find something hidden, because Kunikida just being worried and considered with him was something hard to take in. People didn’t care about him that way. But while he was firm in his way of thinking, the warm feeling in his chest fought his way out.

“Stay,” Dazai whispered, half hoping Kunikida heard him, half hoping he didn’t.

It might have been his idea to ask Kunikida to stay, but now that they were sitting on the couch, staring at the naked wall in silence, it seemed like a terrible idea. 

“Oh, it’s hot,” Dazai said, taking a sip of the hot chocolate in his hands. 

“Really?” Kunikida wondered, drinking from his cup without a problem. His tolerance for hot food always surprised Dazai.

“Some of us have sensitive palates.”

Kunikida narrowed his eyes and after a second he took his notebook out, ripped a page and wrote something with his pen. A moment later, there was a new cup of hot chocolate.

“Here, it should be less hot,” Kunikida said.

Dazai let him take his first cup and grabbed the new one, which felt warm but not flaming hot like the first one. 

“Ah, perfect,” he purred after tasting it.

Both of them remained silent as they drank their hot chocolate, looking at nothing. A lot of times, silence was awkward between them, but the truth was, Dazai was enjoying that one. 

It was warm. Just like the hot chocolate and the feelings starting to grow in his chest.

[frankenjoly]

But I love us just the way we are (2)

For @bsd-rarepairweek​ day 2: Hot cocoa + Ranposano 

 And here we have 3 moments, 3 different things going on and 3 stages of their relationship through time.

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Hikari

Entry for @bsd-rarepairweek Day 2:

“It may well be imperfect,” I say, “But it leaves traces. And we can follow those traces, like footsteps in the snow.” (Haruki Murakami)

(Please note that the chosen prompt has been used only thematically in this work.)

Pairing: Fukuzawa Yukichi/Ozaki Kouyou (T4T)

Rating: Teen (for referenced sex but none onscreen)

Word Count: 3.9K

(This fic is set after the Guild Arc. Neither Kouyou nor Fukuzawa is on HRT, and the plot touches upon on what that entails for them as a trans woman and a trans man respectively, including mentions of transphobia, transmisandry and transmisogyny. Please stay mindful of this going into the fic.)

Yukichi tells her about his subordinates and their shenanigans that both amuse and irk him; she notes him speaking rather highly and fondly of one Doppo Kunikida, and wonders if Yukichi means to appoint him as his successor when he retires. She, in turn, tells him of the alliances the Port Mafia made the past week, the ones she presided over and approved of. None of them share the more unsavory details of their work, although each of them is perfectly aware of those; it’s just an inescapable part of living in a city so volatile as Yokohama, after all. And this, these few moments that she can steal away from the day to be with her lover—this isn’t a part of that life. For Kouyou, it’s a fantasy; a beautiful one, tangible even, but a fantasy nevertheless.

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[cloversdreams]

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Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs Relationships: Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe  Summary:

Edgar waved a dismissive hand in their direction, and muttered, “Oh, don’t mind them. They’re just my demons.”

“Your—!” Ranpo choked on his response. He watched the three specters hover closer to Edgar and lean in to observe him with great interest. Ranpo rubbed his eyes. Yeah, no, he wasn’t losing his mind. They were all still there. Apparently it was his job to be the voice of reason right now, as was so often the case. Ranpo made sure his voice was loud enough to get the other man’s attention when he said, “Poe-kun, those are ghosts.”

“Eep!” Edgar squeaked loudly then flinched and pulled his arms into himself as he looked around.

“Eep? What do you mean eep?” Ranpo asked.

“They’ve been around forever,” Edgar explained. He shrugged and shook his head when he added, “I just assumed they were a physical manifestation of my demeanor.”

“Is that something that happens to you often?” Ranpo had to ask.

“Doesn’t it to everyone?” Edgar asked back.

“No.”

@bsd-rarepairweek day 2 - hot cocoa

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But I love us just the way we are (1)

For @bsd-rarepairweek​  day 1: Wish + Atsulucy 

In which Atsushi and Kyôka have a (not so) tiny surprise for Lucy’s birthday.

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You're the fire in the cold rain

Entry for @bsd-rarepairweek Day 1: Wish

Pairing: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakahara Chuuya (T4T)

Rating: Mature (for nudity)

Word Count: 4.2K

ChuuAku Mythological AU with Human Akutagawa/Kitsune Chuuya.

(This fic contains aged non-op trans male characters where one is undergoing menstruation. There are mentions of blood and one character's very subjective consideration of menstruation being something impure, rather than as something dysphoria-inducing. If any of these make you uncomfortable, please refrain from reading this. The AO3 Summary includes detailed tags and more warnings, please be mindful of them and stay safe.)

The small shrine on the mountain lies at peace with the moonless dark and the stars, underneath its blanket of freshly-fallen snow. A small flame upon an altar burns weakly before a woodcut image of Inari Okami. It casts ghostlike shadows of the incense stand and a cup emptied of the sake that the priest had poured out to the goddess earlier in the day before leaving in a hurry, upon the loosely nailed beams that form the walls of the shrine. The wind occasionally forces its way in through the open door as well as the gaps in the wood, and the weak flame struggles to remain lit against the intrusive gusts of air, flickering so dimly that its light does not reach even the small wooden statue of a fox seated on its haunches just beyond the door, stationed almost as though guarding the gates of the goddess.

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Fandom:  Bungo Stray Dogs

Relationships: Nikolai Gogol/Sigma Summary:

Finally, Sigma accepted that his perfect moment of solitude was no more and asked, “Um… do you need something?”

The strange clown motioned broadly with his right arm as he replied, “Just to know if this seat is taken.”

Sigma blinked at him. He looked around just to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind. Yeah, no, there definitely wasn’t anyone else around other than the two of them. Other than the one he currently occupied, every seat was free. There was literally no need for the guy to sit anywhere near him.

He looked back at the weirdo and muttered, “Technically it is free, but–”

“Great!” The stranger exclaimed right before he sat next to him. Then, without even a moment’s hesitation he chirped, “I’m Nikolai Gogol!”

“…Sigma.”

I know I shouldn’t do it, but I’m gonna do it Seems exactly where I shouldn’t go, I’m running to it I’ve been trying out the high road, and I hate it I’ve got a lot of sins, but you’re my favorite

@bsd-rarepairweek  day 1 - wish

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-Clears throat- Well. Uh.... sorry to everyone for the radio silence this year. If you follow the BSD Rarepair Week account on twitter, then you'll know we had made mention of something for October. Due to some mods moving on to different fandoms and leaving the BSD Rarepair Week team, the remaining mods underestimated the time needed! There were also lots of complications in the mods personal lives and prioritizing responsibilities led to rarepair week falling on the backburner.

Rest assured, we have put together a weekend event so that at least there something will be held this year! It will be December 16th-18th! The prompts and dates will be posted shortly!

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don't look too closely

When Kunikida is hit by an aphrodisiac ability, a little secret comes to light.

"Fuck." Dazai says succinctly - gleefully, and Atsushi prays for Kunikida-san's sanity.

If there was a list of the worst ways for Atsushi to find out Dazai and Kunikida were dating, he thinks this definitely ranks in the top five.

Read on ao3 here.

BSD Rarepair Week Day 7:

Free day

"Kunikida-kun, is it really not-?"

"It's not," Kunikida snaps, pulling his arm free from Dazai's grip around his bare wrist. "The suspect's ability is most likely the acceleration of dopamine and norepinephrine release in the brain. He started the chain reaction, but whatever effect I'm feeling now is purely a bodily reaction. Your ability won't be able to cancel this out." Kunikida's explanation is terse, strain making his voice tight and slightly breathy. He pulls at his collar like he's feeling hot.

Atsushi makes the mistake of looking downwards - Kunikida's tight slacks hide absolutely nothing, and he tears his gaze back to Kunikida's face. It's not that Atsushi is embarrassed, exactly - well, he's embarrassed for Kunikida, given how conservative the blonde usually is - but he's not embarrassed. Kunikida had given him the Sex Talk within the first week of him joining the Agency. So Atsushi knows what that tenting in Kunikida's pants means, and what the words aphrodisiac ability user mean when that ability was turned on Kunikida.

He just wishes he wasn't the only person here right now besides Dazai, because he knows with complete certainty that there is no chance his mentor can or will act like a mature adult when faced with a chance to absolutely mortify his partner.

"Fuck." Dazai says succinctly - gleefully, and Atsushi prays for Kunikida-san's sanity.

"That would... probably be the quickest solution," Kunikida grits out, eyes screwed tightly shut as he uses the wall to hold himself up. He looks miserable, hunched over either in an effort to hide the evidence of his affliction or to relieve the strain in his pants; either way, a spike of pity goes through him and Atsushi tries to help him by appealing to any modicum of concern Dazai might have for his partner.

"Dazai-san, what should we do?" He barely needs to play up the panic he feels as he throws a hand out towards Kunikida in desperation. "We can't just leave Kunikida-san like this!"

Dazai stares at him like he's lost his mind, which is rather offensive considering how inappropriately excited he looked just moments ago. "Of course I'm not going to leave Kunikida-kun like this," Dazai starts, patiently like he's about to give a lecture while Kunikida is still standing there looking like he's about to pass out or commit an act of public indecency in the next few minutes. "The ability's effect on Kunikida-kun didn't cancel out when I touched him or the user, which means the only way to get rid of this is for Kunikida-kun to have -" Kunikida coughs loudly, glaring poisonously at Dazai, and his mentor laughs instead, turning to move towards the car. "That's why Kunikida-kun will be coming with me to my apartment, and we'll take care of this."

We'll take care of this, as in Kunikida-san and -?

"No!" Atsushi bursts out, and Dazai stops to look at him with raised eyebrows. His courage almost fails him then, but Atsushi reminds himself that he's doing this for Kunikida's sake, and barrels on. He'd never forgive himself if Dazai uses this incident to humiliate Kunikida in the office for the next foreseeable 3 years, at least.

"No - I mean - I'm sure Kunikida-san wouldn't want to trouble you to - maybe there's another way to solve this?" Atsushi asks desperately. "Like a - a brothel, maybe?" He knows what those are; there was one right next to his orphanage, and the director often came back smelling of alcohol and perfume, sometimes a woman or two on his arm.

"A brothe-" Dazai's eyes widen briefly, before they narrow, like he's figuring something out right in that moment. His gaze cuts to Kunikida. "You should have listened to me when I suggested telling him." He says to the blonde, almost accusingly.

Atsushi thinks he's officially lost this conversation. Tell him what?

Kunikida closes his eyes briefly, like he's in pain. "I thought he was too young to know," he mutters, then with some visible effort, regards Atsushi carefully. "I didn't think you knew what a brothel was, Atsushi-kun. We'll need to have a talk about this tomorrow."

Right, tomorrow. After Kunikida and Dazai…

"Are Dazai-san and Kunikida-san really going to -?" He asks weakly, and Dazai sighs.

"Atsushi-kun," his mentor says haltingly, looking over the top of his head to meet Kunikida's eyes, and seems to have an entire conversation through eye contact alone with him before he looks back down at Atsushi. "It won't be the first time Kunikida-kun spends the night in my apartment. What we're going to do tonight… It's not going to be the first time, either."

Atsushi takes several moments to parse this information, because he's sure that his brain has stopped working temporarily. Is Dazai saying that he and Kunikida are -

"You're dating?!" He exclaims, far louder than he needs to be but in his defence, this was the singular most unlikely outcome he'd expected from this situation. He thought they hated each other, but they actually don't…?

Kunikida pushes himself off the wall with a grimace. "I apologise you had to find out this way, Atsushi-kun," he says stiffly. "I promise I'll explain this to you tomorrow, after I've dealt with more -" Kunikida winces, "- more pressing matters."

Atsushi doesn't really have anything else to say to that, so he obediently follows Kunikida to where Dazai is waiting by the car.

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Of course, even being in a relationship doesn't stop Dazai from teasing Kunikida mercilessly. Atsushi shouldn't have expected anything else, honestly.

"Dazai, you drive," Kunikida growls, tossing the keys to him.

"You're letting me drive?! How generous of you, Kunikida-kun, even though you've experienced firsthand my legendary driving skills and personally forbade me from ever touching the wheel -"

"Just drive, and for the love of god do not break any traffic laws. And," Kunikida's eyes darken, his gaze fixed on Dazai's mouth, "you should stop talking until we get there."

Dazai's mouth snaps shut, answering anticipation blooming across his face, and Atsushi quickly dives into the back seat before he makes the mistake of looking down at Dazai's pants, too.

The trip back to the apartment building they all share is tense, with Dazai driving and Kunikida in the passenger seat beside him, not saying a word - seriously, Dazai-san actually doesn't talk throughout the whole drive, a considerable feat especially for him, and doesn't break any traffic laws either. Barring the fact that Kunikida has just been dosed by an aphrodisiac ability that revealed he is apparently more enamoured with Dazai's voice than he was ever led to believe, Atsushi might consider it a miracle.

The moment they're parked, Atsushi clambers quickly out of the car, not wanting to delay them for a second longer. Kunikida gets out immediately as well and strides towards Dazai's apartment on the first floor, but Dazai remains sitting in the driver's seat, seemingly searching for something in the glove box.

"Dazai." Kunikida's frustrated - more frustrated than it already is on regular days, obviously - voice rings across the parking lot, and Dazai finally hops out of the car, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Just getting this for later," he calls back, and holds something up - it's a pair of handcuffs, and mortified heat immediately rushes to Atsushi's face.

Dazai strolls lazily towards Kunikida, swinging the handcuffs around one finger with an air of unaffected ease. Atsushi is once again reminded of his mentor's habit of courting death, because the look on Kunikida's face right now... Even when he'd been starved for days, Atsushi doesn't think he's ever looked at a bowl of chazuke that hungrily in his life.

The moment Dazai is within reach, Kunikida grabs him by the coat lapels and drags him forward into a kiss, and - Atsushi instantly slaps his hands over his ears because Dazai moans, loud and encouraging, Kunikida not helping in the slightest because his hands have moved from Dazai's coat to underneath it, most definitely going places that Atsushi doesn't even want to think about.

It occurs to Atsushi then that he should probably leave before he witnesses his seniors getting arrested for indecent exposure in public.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Kunikida-san, Dazai-san!" He yelps as he flees towards the staircase to his own apartment, pointedly not looking in their direction as he takes the stairs two at a time. His only answer is the sound of a door slamming closed - thank goodness for that, at least - from the floor below him.

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Kyouka smiles happily at him when Atsushi enters their shared apartment. "How was your mission with Dazai-san and Kunikida-san today?"

"It's -" Atsushi can't even begin to explain whatever the hell he'd just witnessed. "It's complicated."

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BSD Rarepair Week 2021 - Sun/Moon

Sun God Ranpo and Moon God Poe

Very Late™ and unfortunately the only thing i had energy for, but ranpoe holds me in its iron grip

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Ghosts 

Fyozai for @bsd-rarepairweek - day 7: free day

Read on AO3 here!

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