Beta Read by my Inner Demons
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Kunikida stiffly steps closer to the futon, peering down to see the face buried in it.
It’s Dazai. His face is flushed with fever and his eyes are hazy and delirious. Sweat has gathered on his forehead and his hair is plastered to his face. His breath comes out in short puffs and he sniffles every few seconds like he’s struggling to breathe. He’s—
He’s sick.
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PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!
I appreciate all comments and constructive criticism. This is my first fic, but please don’t hold back. I’m also very new to tagging so please let me know if I’m doing something wrong or if I need to add something. I tried to tag everything I could, but I’d like to be careful.
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The Weight of Your Lips on Mine by CulpaStellarum
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
30 Aug 2023
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“Can I…” Dazai can feel Chuuya’s breath on his cheeks as the redhead asks for permission to do something they both know can’t be taken back.
“Yes.”
Dazai was right.
Chuuya’s lips are very soft.
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Dazai and Chuuya have their first kiss, but Dazai’s still struggling with his past fears.
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It’s ironic, really. Regulus, the star their parents had named their second child after, is the brightest star in the Leo constellation. The lion constellation.
Sirius used to affectionately call Regulus “lion heart” because it made his brother squeal and smack his arm.
He goes to bed early that night and feels the hatred begin to stir deep within his black heart.
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This is basically a bunch of snapshots of Sirius’ life at Hogwarts from year one to halfway through year six. It’s mostly focused on Sirius and his relationship with Regulus, plus his decaying mental stability.
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Spider Lilies Bloom Like Autumn in My Veins by CulpaStellarum
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
27 Oct 2023
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In winter, the colors are so numb and faded that Dazai feels a little too empty to bear. The weather of winter reminds him of blood against snow and tears against cheeks.
Spring is so fresh and new that Dazai feels that it’s a shame for something like him to exist for yet another beautiful new birth of life. Beyond that, the same overused, recycled colors in the air and on the trees makes him sick with envy and boredom. He’s bitter down to the bones.
The searing heat of summer reminds Dazai of birthdays nearing ominously, wisteria trees sweeping down, and hands, hands, hands. Summer makes him sweat and itch under the bandages. Summer makes him ache with old pains. Summer makes him burn with agony as the heat beats down against his second skin of paper wrappings.
Autumn is so much more. The colors are never bland or dull, they’re full of life like the first drag of a good cigarette, late nights at Bar Lupin, and people like Odasaku, Chuuya, and everyone at the Armed Detective Agency.
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This is basically a fic about Dazai’s perspective of the world and his depressing thoughts. It contains graphic depictions of depression so please be careful.
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Hunter is a sad, hollow thing.
As much as Hunter feared his uncle’s disappointment, he craved his approval more. The constant pressure to act better, do better, be better was a familiar weight on his shoulders. Once he got to the Human Realm, that weight changed. It was still heavy with terror at what might be the punishment for not completing said tasks, and still all-consuming in his broken brain, but it was confusing too. What was he meant to do? How was he meant to help?
He was being lazy.
Being lazy meant being useless.
Being useless meant being replaced.
Being replaced meant Uncle Belos would–
“Hunter, are you alright? You’re making that face again,”
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Being in the Human Realm is an adjustment for Hunter. Dealing with that change while struggling to cope with the loss of his only parental figure who was emotionally and physically abusive to him his entire life? So much harder.
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He misses his brother and they share a room.
Kel brings him breakfast every morning and dinner every night. Half of it is touched and half of that is actually eaten.
“He’s just tired,”
“He’s just sad,”
“He’s just grieving,”
He’s just…
He’s just not Hero anymore.
And Kel doesn’t feel quite like Kel all the time either.
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Just a fun little fic of Kel angst that nobody asked for. Set in the year after Mari’s death from Kel’s perspective.
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Minerva McGonagall is a straightforward woman.
She’s the transfiguration professor, the head of Gryffindor, and a damn good teacher.
Sirius Black is a mosaic.
He’s a million shards of glass pieced together with gold trimmings. He’s a piece of art, meant to always be seen and never be heard.
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Or, a fic about Sirius and McGonagall that I had no right to make. This fic is for year one, but I might write more if it goes well. I do not have a beta unless my inner demons count.
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The familiar smell of hot June air fills his lungs. Dazai can smell flowers.
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Happy birthday, Dazai Osamu! Yeah. I did it.
A fic where Dazai has way too much pain associated with his birthday and will do anything to avoid it.
Don’t worry, it has a happy ending! Seriously, PLEASE read the tags. I didn’t mean for this to get as heavy as it did, but the fic kinda wrote itself.