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our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees by oruxd_chalx
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
14 Jun 2024
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Looking up at Chuuya, Dazai could only wonder how she ended up in this situation. She had originally ventured into the area to figure out what type of person Chuuya was, if she was a threat to the Port Mafia, if she could be recruited, and her weaknesses. Anything detailed in her life was important enough to be used against her.
Now this, Dazai grinned, could definitely be categorized as leverage.
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Dazai and Chuuya are two stars meant to collide, and they burn and ache when they finally get closer.
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- Part 4 of female soukoku
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The light the moon gave off illuminated the world nicely, and fell against Chuuya’s smooth skin like a second layer. Then, the chime of a clock struck midnight, causing Dazai’s eyes to drift back to Chuuya with a sad stare. It was a solemn reminder that time waited for no one, and definitely not those as enigmatic as they were.
Time marked endings and beginnings, and for them, it was a signal to pause and reflect. She knew they didn’t have much time left.
“Dazai, do you ever think about what life would be like if we weren’t who we are?” Chuuya’s voice was a whisper, barely audible over the sea’s constant waves.
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- Part 3 of female soukoku
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Before this, before everything, dying was the only thing that brought her closer to life. It showed Dazai that she was alive, that she was a person just like everything else. She had hoped that it would bring with it an appreciation for life, but unfortunately, it didn’t. It never did.
Chuuya certainly did. She made her smile, laugh, cry. She made Dazai feel alive, more than anything else in the world.
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- Part 2 of female soukoku
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,660
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- 1/1
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- 14
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what could have been and never will be by oruxd_chalx
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
11 Jun 2024
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The grief of Dazai's death still haunts Chuuya, who feels lost and alone without her. She thinks about the moments leading up to Dazai's death and how they continue to replay over and over in her head as she struggles with her emotions of guilt. All Chuuya wants is closure, to go back in time and tell Dazai how she felt before it was too late. She is unable to move on from Dazai's death.
or : Dazai dies and Chuuya is left horribly alone in the world. Dazai remains in her thoughts like a parasite, plaguing her mind at every turn.
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- Part 1 of female soukoku
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,031
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 23
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- 248
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Dazai took another breath through her cigarette and sat back down on the sidewalk. Her hand touched the grass and she fully laid back, just watching Chuuya swipe through her phone. It was so bright out that Dazai didn’t think the light would ever end. It’d probably be like sun radiation or something, and stay forever. Much like Chuuya, in that aspect.
Chuuya was Dazai’s sun, as much as she’d hate to admit it. Infuriatingly bright, pestering her at every turn, and undeniably beautiful. Fucking annoying too.
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- Part 2 of freshman girlfriend
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this is a project of mine, otherwise known as : 598 female soukoku fics everyday *insert evil maniacal laughter that slowly devolves into coughing
-each fic will have 1,000+ words
-anything can happen in here, and will happen in here, from random things, to other, more random things- Words:
- 4,850
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- 4
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“Huh,” he says, his voice sounding far, far away, and wonders if it’s alright to start panicking now. “It’s not a genjutsu, then.”
Kakashi, a trip twenty-three years into the past, and guilt. It's not a fantastic combination, but he'll make do with the hand he's been dealt.
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He tilted his head up, cooing seductively, “Come on, alpha, aren’t you going to take care of me?” His legs slid open the tiniest bit in invitation and Yor was gone, replaced with someone she didn’t recognize, because she had never acted so feral in her life.
A growl tore from her throat and in a split second she pounced, lean athletic thighs seated on either side of him and trapping himself under her. She’d underestimated the omega though because he refused to submit, of course he wouldn’t, it wasn’t in his nature as a spy—and instead bucked under her, trying to throw the alpha off.
The thrill of it made her blood ignite like liquid fire and she found herself grinning widely.
Yor's target of the night was not the omega currently writhing and grinding against his hand on the hotel bed while in the throes of his heat but that didn't necessarily mean she could make her feet move long enough to leave. She was nothing if not adaptable though.
Realizing she'd want him more than a night, however, was not something she knew how to deal with.