#nikoranzai

[bungouiftheywereonline]

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

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nikoranzai + 32

kunibramran + 61

nikoranzai + the fall by half alive (+ ambigiously canon compliant idk)

It's like waking up in surgery I can't seem to see right past the lights and I'm So scared to take a knife to my chest Let you see the heart that's inside - This shouldn't feel like pulling teeth, Dazai thinks dully from the back of his mind. But it does, and he still just sits there, watching Ranpo and Nikolai argue about cake until Ranpo wins because Nikolai—trying to be threatening—presses the dull side of the knife against their lips, and they take it into their mouth and bat their eyelashes up at it while they lick at the icing on it with their tongue. Nikolai smirks in return and pushes it harder, as if challenging them, and they gag on it a little, but wrap their tongue fully around it. Nikolai only pulls it away when there's blood, and it licks that off as skillfully as Ranpo cleaned the icing. Dazai laughs. "Wow." Their gazes both turn to him, Ranpo swiping icing off their lips with their tongue while Nikolai twirls the knife. "Are you hungry too?" It asks, and Dazai grins, standing up. "Well," He starts, sliding himself onto the counter, wiping some frosting off Ranpo's cheek with one finger and popping said finger in his mouth, swirling his tongue around that, keeping eye contact, "I might be." Well, he won't have to think about whatever this is when their tongues are clashing and all that occupies his mind is how sweet Ranpo is and how metallic Nikolai's lips have always tasted.

kunibramran + pet cheetah by 21 pilots (+ a cowboy au)

I'm showing my faces in just enough places I'm done with tip-toeing I'll stay in my room My house is the one where the vultures are perched on the roof - The sunlight bears down too hot upon them for Kunikida to justify them being all crammed onto one horse. But Bram's was too old to travel with them, and Ranpo didn't even have a horse, so Kunikida had to tolerate Bram napping against him while Ranpo flopped against him. Internally, he felt terrible for both the horse and himself, but oh well. It should only be a little longer to the next town, and... hopefully the sun will have set by then. He thinks back to explosions all assumed to be set by his own hands, wood crashing in on itself, ashes... And wanted posters, fleeing without knowing where to go and yet. Ranpo knew where to find him, and who to go to for help. Even if this entire situation is a shitshow, he trusts that they have his back. That this stranger with them will pull his weight, too. Maybe that would be a good distraction from his fangs so close to Kunikida's neck.