Heyo, Cloud! How's it hangin'? Can I please request a Fyozai (pre-romance?) drabble with lee!Fyodor and ler! Dazai? The plot is yours, I just want Dazai to absolutely *ravage* the rat with raspberries LMAO- Whether it be affectionate or by sworn revenge, Dazai would do both honestly XD. Have an awesome day!
Hope your day is as great as you are
Hello, I am kinda tired but still surviving hehe 🥹
Lee: Fyodor
Ler: Dazai
Fandom: Boungo stray dogs
Fyodor sighed, keeping his attention focused on the book in his hands even as he heard the familiar footsteps approaching. He had hoped for a quiet evening alone to read, but it seemed fate had other plans.
"Well if it isn't my favorite rat," came Dazai's scathing voice from beside him. Fyodor sighed again.
"What do you want now, Dazai?"
"Can't I stop by to bother my dear friend without wanting anything?" Dazai replied in an overly sweet tone. "You wound me so."
The Russian turned the page, refusing to give Dazai the satisfaction of a reaction. But suddenly the book was snatched from his hands. He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by the detective leaning in close, an unsettling grin on his face.
"I think someone needs to be taught a lesson about keeping their nose in books instead of paying attention to more important things," Dazai murmured. Before Fyodor could react, Dazai was assaulting his neck with raspberries, blowing against the sensitive skin. "Like me! I am important!"
Fyodor squirmed, trying and failing to suppress his laughter at the ticklish sensation. "D-Dazai, stop this instant!" he protested through gasps. But Dazai showed no signs of stopping, ravishing Fyodor's neck with playful vengeance. Despite his words, perhaps Fyodor didn't truly want it to end.
Fyodor's laughter slowly subsided as Dazai finally took pity on him, moving back just enough to meet his eyes. But the brunette's grin remained just as infuriating as ever.
"Had enough yet, you anemic devil?" he taunted. Yet despite the insults, his tone held no real bite.
Fyodor huffed, trying to regain some composure as he smoothed down his rumpled collar. "You are incorrigible," he said with as much disdain as he could muster.
But the effect was somewhat lessened by the flush in his cheeks and the way his lips still twitched with barely restrained smiles. Dazai chuckled, clearly noticing.
"And you're utterly hopeless," he replied, shifting to sit beside Fyodor with their sides pressed together. Before Fyodor could protest the continued proximity, Dazai had looped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close.
"Do shut up and accept your defeat with some grace, rat."
Fyodor knew he should push Dazai away. But he couldn't deny a small, secret part of him that enjoyed these moments of closeness, no matter how roughly Dazai treated him. With a reluctant sigh, he leaned into Dazai's side just a fraction.
"Very well, you loathsome cretin. For now, you've won." His words were sharp but his tone betrayed nothing but fond exasperation. And as they sat together in comfortable silence, even insults couldn't disguise the care they felt for one another.
That was until the dark haired man found himself laying on the couch, the brunette's head somehow ended up under his shirt, lips making contact with his ridiculously ticklish tummy
"Дерьмо. . .shit"