⚠️bottom Dazai⚠️ "W-who's that?" The brunette muttered, gasping as the ginger sank in even deeper. The ginger hummed, "He's an irresponsible owner who left his dog alone."

Dazai absentmindedly brushes his fingers across his neck, feeling a shiver down his spine, remembering the cold metal wrapping itself on his neck, followed by the rattling of chains. However, before his mind could dwell into those daunting memories, he felt a hand grabbing his, pulling it away. A peck on the neck before the ginger pulled away. "What are you thinking about?" "Just some memories..."

some very ooc angsty/fluffly/steamy soukoku fic c': (somehow this 600 word oneshot turned into this sad excuse for a 10k word fanfic) WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: mentions of suicide, self-harm, strong language, drinking, smoking and sex (it's no smut though...)

"He wouldn't get it." Dazai chose Chuuya as his model for a painting that he would submit in an art contest. As a fellow friend, Chuuya agreed to help, but things descend into chaos as Chuuya screams in the face of a girl in their class while Dazai stands in a corner. --- Hurt comfort Angst --- Art School AU Dazai and Chuuya No NSFW --- Cover art is not mine, i will try to draw one for it soon gay men kissing enjoy this very short soukoku fanfic

Captured, bound, and betrayed by someone he trusted, Dazai Osamu finds himself at the mercy of two enigmatic tormentors who are determined to break him: body, mind, and soul. With no allies in sight and his carefully laid plans crumbled to dust, Dazai faces a darkness deeper than he's ever known. As pain numbs his senses and despair claws at his mind, one name keeps him tethered to hope: Chuuya. But with time running out and his captors growing crueler by the day, will Dazai be saved, or will he succumb to the void within? . . . Disclaimer: I do not own the characters apart from Seraph and Cipher, nor do I own any artworks. The plot, however, is mine.

''You used yourself as bait .'' Dazai couldn't see the problem here. What's the shorty upset about ? ''You could've died YOU IDIOT !'' Chuuya snapped as if he could read the question that was on the brunet's mind seconds ago. The next morning, Dazai was going to intrude Chuuya's room and aggressively pull him out of his slumber. But his room was empty. He wasn't in Mori's office, he wasn't answering his phone, he wasn't lying drunk anywhere near the bar. Where was he ? What happened ? Was he in danger ? ✨ 16 year-old Soukoku ✨ Romance ⚠️ Torture ⚠️ Blood ⚠️ Self harm 🗞️ No. 1 in #dachuu 🗞️ No. 1 in #dazaixchuuya 🗞️ No. 2 in #nakaharachuuya 🗞️ No. 2 in #chuuya 🗞️ No. 4 in #dazai 🗞️ No. 12 in #soukoku 🗞️ No. 25 in #doubleblack 🗞️ No. 69 in #dazaiosamu 🎨 Cover Art Credit : pooooochi0429 (Twitter) 🎨 Content Art Credit : *unknown*