Dazushi Stories

Okay so warning- THIS BOOK CONTAINS LOTS OF TALK KF SU*C*DE AND S*LF H*RM IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFY PLEASE DO NOT READ THE CHAPTERS WITH THIS IN THEM Anywwy- i hope you enjoy this book! Have a great day! :D Characters not minr

Atsushi is down with a cold and someone decides to try and make him better so he can do paperwork for him again..

Atsushi knows a lot about Dazai: his habits, his hideouts, his heart. He knows it'll take Dazai a while to be completely honest with himself and his feelings. Atsushi, however, can't think of a better time to be honest with his.

I don't see enough Dazushi fanfics so I just had to make one! ~ Dazai and Atsushi are sent to a crime scene to find out who the killer is to a recent murder case. They soon find out the truth behind the dead women... a couple plot twists later, that is.

"𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒-𝚔𝚞𝚗, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" "𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚘-𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏."

Just a dazatsu au story that i wrote 2 years ago I found it on my notes while deleting old notes So i post it here If you dont like the ship please dont read it It may have some mistake on it or wrong spellings If you feel cringe dont worry i do to

El contrapunto es una técnica de improvisación y composición musical que evalúa la relación existente entre dos o más voces independientes con la finalidad de obtener cierto equilibrio armónico. Quizá todo lo que Dazai necesitaba era volver sobre sus pasos. Volver una y otra vez hasta aceptar esa armonía en la cual había sido inmerso sin darse cuenta. Regresar y darse cuenta que lo único que poblaba su mundo y le daba sentido a su vida, era solamente un ser que encerraba en sus bellos ojos un tempestuoso atardecer. Pareja: Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi Serie/Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs AU Relación homosexual. Abierto a todo el público pero con reservas. Extensión: One shot. Autor: Happines-delite Muchas gracias por leerme.~

THERE IS A LACK OF THIS SHIP AND I plan on doing something about it!!! So enjoy!

Just a normal day in the agency. You and Ranpo are bored, so you decided to play a game. That's when your fujoshi heart will reveal itself.... (Actual story of what would've happened if I was in Bungou stray dogs)

Not a regular collage au Osamu Dazai is a 22 year old who works as a collage professor at Yokohama state University ( I made it up, I think). allthough he was energetic and layed back his teaching was still generally strict for everyone but one. A student in his class named atsushi nakajima. Atsushi volunteered around the school and while doing so him and dazai got closer and they began to see each other in a different light than before. don't you dare say anything about the teacher student dynamic, it's how it is in the show but this time dazai gets his lazy ass up and actually teaches him🙄 also don't comment on the age gap bc it's their cannon ages may get spicy but I won't exclude the deed bc idk how to write it there will be fluff no angst ⚠none of the art or characters are mine ⚠

a shitty dazushi story because I love these 2 so much together ;) (please go easy on me this is my first fic XD)

Discontinued sorry Everything is explained in the first chapter of the book :D #27 dazatsu (AT 40 VIEWS how 😧)

In which Dazai invited Atsushi out for lunch. Atsushi of course, obliged. It was the day were Atsushi will admit his feelings were real. ◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◻◻◻◻◻ 75% (One-shot story) Dazai X Atsushi

To keep Atsushi to himself and use him for his own selfish whims was decadent and monstrous, two words Dazai felt paired nicely with his own personality. Decadence dec·a·dence /ˈdekədəns/ noun moral or cultural decline as characterized by excessive indulgence in pleasure or luxury.

Dazai stands at the altar, his hands in Atsushi's. He's anxious, anxious he'll leave him at the last minute, anxious he's not cut out for this husband life- but most importantly, anxious to just be able to call himself Atsushi's husband.

(I almost wrote Oneshits) This is just a oneshot book that I'm basically making out of 2am creativity highs. You can request things if you want ig- you can request fluff angst or smut but I'm no good at smut.

❛ 'cause i think i'm not yours. ❜ atsushi sees colorful strings on five of his fingers; and there's one that's tightly wrapped around his neck. he wishes he doesn't have the red string, because at the end of the string is a person he can't have. looped around with the purple color, that tightens around the red string. dazai doesn't see any strings on his fingers; he watches atsushi take in deep shaky breaths and scratch at his neck as if something was there, always leaving a bruising ring. he wishes he could see was atsushi sees, because it seems the light haired boy always shoot dazai a sad gaze. and he always squeezed his pinkie with a bit of pain in his expression, a frown etched on his lips. atsushi wishes he can't see the strings; dazai wishes he could see what the other can see.

Zbiór krótkich opowiadań z BSD. Niektóre ze zdjęć użytych w kolażach należą do mnie, reszta została pobrana z internetu i nie jest moją własnością. Tak samo jest z okładkami. Czasami w mediach umieszczam projekty okładek, które nie zostały użyte, a podobają mi się na tyle, że zasługują na ich ukazanie.