#ranzai

[thisisparnianagain]

old stuff

[sincerelythegardener]

Dazai Osamu, perfessional fumbler of any and all men

[studiokeiland]

@bottom-dazai-week Day 8 is up now! R18 HERE

[snailuka]

ranzai fans guess what I found (really good fic)

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

[cimolibur]

Man from Japan :D (Ranzai)

[beastranpo]

pink

YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT TO EM (MY OTP)

One word inspired drabbles: pink + ranzai 🩷 (featuring nonbinary Ranpo)

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"Quit your moping already. It's your own fault— you had to have considered this scenario at some point."

Ranpo waits, expecting a response from their company, but they receive nothing.

Dazai is too busy pouting, with his arms crossed and one cheek sucked in to chew on in frustration.

Narrowing their eyes, Ranpo swings one of their legs forward to kick the tip of Dazai's shoe. Not hard, but with enough force to make the younger detective flinch.

Two can play this game, and Ranpo happens to have a track record of winning it, you see.

"Hey, don't ignore your senior."

Now, Dazai's pout is directed at Ranpo.

"That bolo tie was important to me. It was the first thing I bought with my own money after leaving the mafia."

"If it was so important, then you wouldn't have kept routinely wearing it when throwing yourself into the nearest river in hopes the tumbling waves would finally claim you."

Ranpo huffs. They place their hands on their hips and stick up their nose.

"You could've taken it off before jumping. Actually, you should just strip altogether in your attempts from now on to spare your future coroner cutting through all those layers."

Dazai shifts his arms to hug himself instead, all while maintaining the same level of dramatics.

"Uwah, my senior is saying some perverted things right now. I should report you."

A sigh.

Ranpo allows their gaze to wander, scanning the tailor shop. It was nearly empty, aside from an older man near the front of the store, a young man at the cash register, and the owner— who was currently shuffling around the store's inventory by their own request.

"I don't know why you're being fussy with me. I'm the one helping you replace it, after all."

Dazai had looked so heartbroken to realize his bolo tie was gone after Ranpo fished him out of the water— so much so that Ranpo sighed, took him by the hand, and dragged him to a locally owned tailor shop they were familiar with.

Ranpo just so happened to know the exact brand and year of Dazai's tie, and that this store was known for carrying the brand.

"And to be honest, I should be bullying you into choosing a different color. There are other colors that suit you aside from teal."

The subtle compliment makes his junior lean back in his seat a little.

Dazai clearly tries to feign indignation, but of course, nothing escapes Ranpo's keen eye.

"Oh, really? Like that?"

Now he's looking to be praised on top of Ranpo replacing his tie, huh? This guy never hesitates to try and take advantage of being pampered as much as possible.

That selfish, bratty side of him that so closely resembles Ranpo's own makes them only want to bully him a little.

Now, it's Ranpo's turn to play pretend— to look like they're thinking long and hard about which color suits Dazai just right, but…

They're looking right at it.

Right behind Dazai's head, a rack of ties in various colors are hung up on display.

They move towards him, closing the distance so much that Dazai shrinks in his chair shyly.

"Uh, what—"

He freezes when Ranpo reaches past him, grabbing a blush pink tie to drape it around the brunet's neck.

"Pink, for instance."

Dazai blinks up at them in confusion. This close, with such big brown eyes, he looks like a puppy dog.

"P… Pink," He repeats awkwardly, "How do you figure?"

"Hmm."

Ranpo tilts their head. They don't bother to backstep or adjust the distance between them at all, which makes their continued staring all the more uncomfortable for Dazai.

They can't resist making him squirm.

"Um—"

Without any warning, Ranpo reaches out, grabbing both ends of the tie in one hand and yanking Dazai forward.

Their lips meet in a firm kiss, and Ranpo can still taste sea water on Dazai's lips when they flick their tongue out as they pull away.

The wide-eyed, blushing face of Dazai will truly be one of their favorite things.

"See? Pink really does suit you."

It takes the longest ten seconds of Dazai's life to recalibrate, and when he does, his face goes from pink to red.

"Ranpo-san, you—!"

"Ah, Edogawa-san, I found the tie you were looking for!" A distant voice interrupts, almost too perfectly.

Ranpo spins on a heel, nearly bouncing as they start to walk away. "Oh, that's great to hear! Come on, Dazai, let's take a look at it!"

"Hey— Ranpo-san!" Standing up from his chair, Dazai clenches his fist in annoyance towards the detective. "You can't just… Ugh!!"

(In the end, he returns to the Agency dorms with Ranpo in a good mood— and with a brand new bolo tie.)

[hemlocksweetcandy]

Ranpo/Dazai fic I wrote for the @bsd-rarepair-exchange !

Summery:

Ranpo pulls away with another quick kiss to Dazai's cheek and then grimaces. The shorter of the two wipes his mouth off and sticks his tongue out. “Conceler?”

“I’m making a good impression.”

The detective's frown deepens. “Zai, my parents don’t care what you look like.”

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[studiokeiland]

a litte ranzai wip I'm working on ✨