#fitzaku

[fy-soukoku]

Holy fuck your fitzaku smut fic was so fucking food ajsdasgdgdgd

THANK OYU I JUST REREAD IT AND  WAS LIKE HOLY CRAP DID I ACTUALLY WRITE THAT?? YES I DID??? HOLY SHI-

[annie-lockhardt-archive-blog]

Eros and Thanathos

Characters: F. Scott Fitzgerald/Akutagawa Ryuunosuke Rating: G Genre/Tags: Romance, Speculation Notes: Dedicated to @akutagawasuggestions and @fitzgeraldsuggestions for making me ship this rarepair...as if I didn’t have any more rarepairs already

He was a player, a charmer of men and women alike. A man of fine tastes, he wasn’t satisfied with the little simple pleasures of life. Grandeur, splendor and decadence were the words anyone who were barely acquainted with him would say. Money runs the world, as the saying goes, and he was the prime example of it. Money fueled the power he had on people, as well as his own power and desires. If indulgence was a sin, he’d go straight to hell.   

He was a killer, a ruthless weapon in the form of a human. Driven purely by the need to survive and thrive in the cold, cruel world that constantly tried to kick him down. But he wasn’t completely emotionless, he yearned for the approval of his mentor, a man with darkness rivaling only a moonless night. Alas, soon he would learn that certain things are futile to wish for. Nonetheless, he still seeks out the impossible, continuing to destroy everything, including him, on his quest for validation.

Their first meeting was on opposite sides of the battle. Acknowledging the fighting prowess of each other, they clashed with nothing holding them back. After that, they met under more relaxed conditions, hoping to learn more of each other while feeling weirdly drawn to the other. 

Both of them knew they were vastly different from each other. Both of them knew that they came from different worlds. Both of them knew that they were powerful and revered in their own worlds.

But together, both of them felt something in common, a shared thirst for life, through different ways and different reasons. And that’s all it took for them to feel humane and bond over. And perhaps this bond can help them fill their endless and impossible desires.

[bandaged-chessmaster]

Eros and Thanathos

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Pairing: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Francais Scott Key Fitzgerald Rating: General Warnings: None Summary:  Two powerful beings in their realms, what would happen if their worlds intersected?

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He was a player, a charmer of men and women alike. A man of fine tastes, he wasn’t satisfied with the simple little pleasures of life. Grandeur, splendor and decadence were the words anyone who was barely acquainted with him would say to describe him. Money runs the world, and he was the prime example. Money fueled the hold he had over people, as well as his own power and desires. If indulgence was a sin, he’d go straight to hell.

He is a killer, a ruthless weapon in the shape of a human. Driven purely by the need to survive and thrive in the cold, cruel world that constantly tried to kick him down. However he wasn’t emotionless, no, he yearned for the approval of his mentor, a man whose darkness rivaling only a moonless night. Alas, soon he would learn that certain things are futile to wish for. Nonetheless, he seeks out the impossible, continuing to destroy everything, including himself, on his quest for validation.

Their first meeting was on opposite sides of the battle. Acknowledging the fighting prowess of each other, they clashed with nothing holding them back. After that, they met under more relaxed conditions, hoping to learn more of each other while feeling weirdly drawn to the other. A chance run-in at a tea shop, a quiet dinner at a quaint restaurant, an evening under the stars, they met briefly yet long enough to wish for the next time they saw each other.

Both of them knew they were vastly different from each other. Both of them knew that they came from different worlds. Both of them knew that they were powerful and revered in their own worlds.

But together, both of them felt something in common, a shared thirst for meaning in life, through different ways and different reasons. And that’s all it took for them to feel humane and bond over. And perhaps this bond can help them fill their endless and impossible desires.

[katscretch]

Unused sketch. Fitz is fine his ability’s active.

[akutagawasuggestions]

Night fell, and they had yet to do anything other than talk.

He didn’t join in. He was smart enough to work on his own, but coordinating a full-scale assault with multiple parties wasn’t his area of expertise. His part would come. Later, when the cull was ordered, then he could be used. He could mow down enemies and leave in their wake nothing but pools of blood and echoed screams –

But he would have to wait. And how he loathed to wait.

He kept his place as silent watch dog in their makeshift little headquarters. Armed Detective Agency. Port Mafia. Guild. It was funny to think that not long ago the three were against each other in a battle over territory, and yet now they were all together readying for a battle over a singular person.

Chuuya would appreciate the attention…

As he watched in his silence, however, he knew this wasn’t the attention Chuuya would truly want. Pensive faces, sullen stares into floor boards and walls. Bent heads as the chess-masters spoke, shaken heads when something just wasn’t going to work. There were no tears, and for that Akutagawa finds himself grateful. How pathetic it would be for them to devolve so low to tears, yet he was uncertain how long that would last.

The hour grew late, and without any moves made, most went to bed; weariness was an unwelcomed byproduct of war, even ones that had yet to see blood. He, however, stayed awake. Darkness grew, though that was where he felt most comfortable, and as those too tired to stay awake or too worn to bare pretending like they weren’t breaking trickled out for the night, he remained, finding himself inclined to stay by someone’s side. He said nothing, because nothing needed to be said. What would he do? Seek comfort? There was no point in something so inanely worthless in all of this. He knew he wouldn’t need to give it, either. It was merely…

The familiarity of the company.

It seemed a natural thing – more so in the action than who’s side he chose. The one chess-master not calling any shots, at least not yet. He found it peculiar, but didn’t question it. If anything, he’d learned Fitzgerald didn’t act without purpose – and there was purpose to every inaction. It seemed obvious to him for the other to use Lovecraft, the… odd creature with which he was contracted to end all of this. He had heard from Chuuya the extent of Lovecraft’s power, and knew whatever it was – because he was damned to believe that the man was just a man – surely, it’d make quick work of a king of rats?

But that wasn’t his call to make. His job was to stand guard and wait – bark if ordered, bite when told.

[chuuyasuggestions]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mark Twain (Bungou Stray Dogs), John Steinbeck (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nathaniel Hawthorne (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Mind Games, Physical Abuse, Abuse, Masturbation Summary:

How could something so fragile looking be so dangerous while awake?

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((MEMS MADE ME DO THE THING))

[fy-soukoku]

Dress (Take It Off) by kidspawn02

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1217

Pairing: Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald/Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

This is 1k of fitzaku smut.

[fy-soukoku]

I'm really disappointed in this lack of respect for fitzaku

Honestly. I don’t know how this fandom lost it’s healthy respect for such an incredible ship. I’m… hurt.