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☆BSD TEXTPOSTS INSPIRED BY “IF I CROSS THE LINE”☆
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☆BSD TEXTPOSTS INSPIRED BY “IF I CROSS THE LINE”☆
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☆BSD TEXTPOSTS INSPIRED BY “IF I CROSS THE LINE”☆ PART 2!
part 1
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☆BSD TEXTPOSTS INSPIRED BY “IF I CROSS THE LINE” PART 3! ☆
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me explaining my enby chuuya hc: chuuya’s struggles with not being human in storm bringer really resonates to me as a non binary person. i think that kind of experience has to make you reconsider your relationship with yourself and your gender. also chuuya has always lived on the edge of society so they probably don’t give much of a fuck about societal norm. also they-
me explaining my transfem dazai hc: eheh pretty girl
wip wednesday!! here's an extract of the chapter that's been giving me an headhache for weeks :]
"You're a piece of shit," they mumble, not looking up from the three different sheets of paper they're reading.
Dazai chuckles. She steps closer until she's standing in front of the desk. Chuuya doesn't look up even as her shadow is cast all over their work. She sees the two different french dictionaries open and the old journal marked as Baudelaire's, but decides to not comment on it for now.
"I could say the same thing about you, you know? It's not nice to give a woman so many mixed signals."
That gets their attention, they look up at her like she’s spouting nonsense. So she continues:
"Chuuya got me all cozy in bed and now they're giving me the cold shoulder."
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, feigning innocence, before leaning forward, palms flat on the desk. The angle gives Chuuya a better view of her cleavage, and some of the bruises adorning it. No amount of acting talents can hide how red the tip of their ears are getting.
"Eyes are up there, baby," she quotes with a proud smile.
They roll their eyes and then look straight in hers. "Aftercare is giving you mixed signals? You must have really fucking low standards if you don't think it's basic decency."
"Like I would stay for that, but-" She sighs. "-Chuuya trapped me here…"
They throw their pen on the journal as they lean back in their chair, a look of disbelief on their face. They stare at Dazai, to analyze how much she's messing with them. And although there's no way she feels trapped, she can't fathom the idea of Chuuya cleaning her up and letting her rest after what felt like a one time thing.
"Jackass, you don’t remember how you fell asleep, do you?"
"Hm," Dazai looks up, head tilted, "did you knock me out? Sounds like something you’d do."
"You fell asleep under me. Barely had the time to ask you if you wanted to keep going, you were out like a light."
"No need to be so smug about it," she comments, at the sight of the smile on the corner of Chuuya's lips.
"I’m not being smug. Even the lightest jog could’ve knocked you out. You were fucking exhausted."
"I was not."
"So deciding to return to the mafia was a decision you took with a clear head?"
☆chapter 11: ❝it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning❞ is out!!!☆
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❝Now I can't say "Goodbye" if you stay here the whole night You see it's hard to find an end to somethin' that you keep beginnin' Over and over again❞ memories ☆ conan gray
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"I have an agreement with Mori," she explains, voice calm and heartbeat slow. "The only thing I'll have to report on is the resources I've used, and he won't know until Baudelaire is dead and I'm gone."
"He's using you!" Chuuya shouts, their muscles tensing. "He turns everything to his advantage, it doesn't matter if you-"
"You're putting him on a pedestal. I can play his games, that's why he kicked me out."
"Oh so he kicked you out now? What happened to running away to become a better person?"
"One doesn't contradict the other."
"Right. So no matter how you view things, you have no reason to come back and you still did." They run a hand through their hair. "You're the worst, I don't get how fucking twisted your brain must be to think it was a good idea."
"Careful Chuuya~" Dazai sings, a mean smile slipping on her lips. "you're starting to sound like you care."
☆i'm writing a bsd fic!☆
if i cross the line by theoverthinkingatlas on ao3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/80622811/chapters/211747941
☆SUMMARY☆
"Be on the side that saves people."
Dazai has been keeping her promise. But Odasaku is right about one thing: both sides are the same to her. So, when Chuuya, the partner she left behind in her search for the light, asks for her help to save Yokohama. She doesn't hesitate.
She's willing to do everything it takes to save people, even letting herself burn in hell.
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or: Dazai's reunion with Chuuya and new revelations lead her back to the Port Mafia. What was supposed to be a temporary agreement spirals and changes her life forever
or: or: i put all my favorite tropes and headcanons, and turn them into a fic
☆TAGS☆
☆ Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
☆ Rating: Explicit
☆ Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
☆Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu & Mori Ougai, Dazai Osamu & Oda Sakunosuke, Dazai Osamu & Edogawa Ranpo, Armed Detective Agency Ensemble & Dazai Osamu, Dazai Osamu & Port Mafia Ensemble
☆ Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Mori Ougai, Edogawa Ranpo, Oda Sakunosuke, Port Mafia Ensemble, Armed Detective Agency Ensemble, The Guild Ensemble, Hunting Dogs Ensemble, Original Characters for plot purpose
☆ Additional Tags: Tags Contain Spoilers, Tags May Change, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Trans Female Dazai Osam, She/Her Pronouns for Dazai Osamu, Nonbinary Nakahara Chuuya, Transmasculine Nakahara Chuuya, They/Them Pronouns for Nakahara Chuuya, Nonbinary Edogawa Ranpo, Female Nakajima Atsushi, Female Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Partners to Lovers, Getting Back Together, Dazai Osamu Returns to the Port Mafiam, Dazai Osamu Leaves the Armed Detective Agency m, Dazai Osamu is a Mess, Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions, Demon Prodigy Dazai Osamu, Protective Nakahara Chuuya, Nakahara Chuuya is a Mess, Nakahara Chuuya Has Corruption Scar, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya Are Obsessed with Each Other, Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya's Unconventional Mating Rituals, Manipulative Mori Ougai, Protective Mori Ougai, in a fucked up way, Kunikida Doppo being an idiot, Caring Edogawa Ranpo, Explicit Sexual Content, Switch Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya, Oda Sakunosuke Lives, Minor Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi, Minor Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poem, Alcohol, Smoking, Eye Trauma, Self-Harm, Song: The Line (Twenty One Pilots), Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, just chuuya and dazai referring to their past relationship, chain smoking sometimes, Aftercare, Sex Toys, Mutual Pining, Bittersweet Ending, Stormbringer Light Novel Spoilers (Bungou Stray Dogs), Implied/Referenced Human Experimentation, Canon-Typical Violence, no beta we die like dazai wishes she could, T4T | Trans for Trans Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Gender Dysphoria, gender euphoria
wip wednesday!!
here’s an extract of chapter 10 of if i cross the line aka the next chapter to be published :]
Dazai almost looses her balance, it's only Chuuya holding her that keeps her standing. Her hands return to their face. She strokes the scars with her thumbs, Chuuya moans into her mouth. She can't take it, she needs more. She wants her partner all over her until she can't think of anything but them. She pushes and pulls them as she keeps kissing them, making the both of them twirl like they're in a messy dance only they can understand. She aims for the couches. They're small, it should be perfect for Chuuya. Before she reaches her target, she is pinned against a wall. With their hands still around her, her injury doesn't get slammed into the concrete.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Chuuya purrs, mouth against her jaw. They leave more kisses as they wait for an answer.
"What? Scared your guards will hear you?" They lick up to her earlobe. "Chuuya-"
They laugh, the mean kind of laugh Dazai was never meant to like so much. "I'm still fucking pissed at you," they mumble against her skin. "Making my life so damn complicated." They keep kissing her as they whisper to her. "I should get a little revenge, don't you think?"
If Chuuya plans to pull away and leave her like that, she'll never forgive them. Her skin is burning. Even if it means being used as a punching bag later, it's fine. Right now, she needs to feel them.
"Revenge is best served cold, Chuu-chuu."
"Is it? I prefer it straight out the oven."