18 Works by sonnetcore
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“Chuuya,” Dazai whispered, his fingers going to encase Chuuya’s. His hands were cold and calming. Chuuya felt himself melting anyway.
“Yeah?” Chuuya whispered back. He gave a soft squeeze to Dazai's hands. Dazai leaned closer.
But it wasn't for a kiss. The cloth of silent care and the nights of just him and Chuuya was still there. Woven and covering. But Dazai's shoulders seemed tenser, his words seemed deeper. His pool is less shallow. (Has it ever been shallow?)
“Do you ever think about leaving?”
OR: Dazai and Chuuya, where leaving and love are more closely related than they think
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He lays down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling before a feeling constricted in his throat, like a snake coiling. Dazai sits up, pressing a hand to his chest. Dazai had experienced many things, but this was different. He sat up, trying to catch his breath as if he had been heavily running. While the coiling may have been sudden, the aftermath of its kill wasn’t.
The feeling slowly dissipates, and Dazai swallows. Something was wrong. Something was different.
OR: dazai's body is slowly killing him from the inside out
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- Part 2 of Sickness & Disease
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who knew a Fish and Tiger could be friends? by sonnetcore
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
17 Oct 2025
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He felt ... .so hot. When Atsushi breathed, his throat felt raspy like he needed to cough. Sweat seemed to drip down his forehead and be slick to his white hair. Raining down his face. Atsushi feels long, slender hands gently lift off the blanket covering him. Dazai was never one for sentimentals. Maybe a smile or pat on the shoulder, or a word of encouragement, but it was….nice, though unusual, for him to be so kind. Gentle.
“Da…zai-san,” Atsushi slowly mumbles out, voice croaky and Atsushi instantly coughs. It hurts, his throat feeling so dry. His lips were thirsty, and after his coughing fit, Atsushi licks them wet.
“Sh,” Dazai says, his bandaged hand brushing against his forehead, pushing back Atsushi’s white bangs. “Ah, Atsushi-kun…you’re burning up. How long have you had a fever?”
Atsushi blinks at his blurry figure, “I have…a fe..ver?”
OR, atsushi and dazai taking care of each other
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Dazai watches as he puts them down and grabs a thing of cream, scarred hands going to Dazai’s wound and applying it with so much gentleness it makes Dazai melt. The ginger puts the tub down on the counter and rewraps the bandages. Chuuya presses a kiss to the top of Dazai’s head.
“Chuuya, marry me,” Dazai smiles, hands going to grab Chuuya, intertwining them forever.
“We’re already married.”
“I know. It was the worst day of my life.”
OR: dazai gets hurt, chuuya to the rescue !!
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Kyouka hates it.
She doesn’t hate the man.
But how the Mafia practically bleeds out of him, dripping onto the floor and leaving a trail of black everywhere he steps. How it seeps through the cracks in his mask in small drips, and when she looks around, no one notices. Or says a thing.
OR: kyouka and dazai, a story
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Snow falls down from the dark, empty night sky like hail. It isn’t actually hail, but the way it seems to burn Chuuya’s skin says otherwise. It melts like fire, licking at skin with its tongue. The wind blows it gently, dancing like ballerinas. Beautiful, delicate.
He sighs, his breath emerging in a mix of the cold air and smoke. Exhale.
It curls in the air, flowing the wind like a herd of sheep.
OR: tying in irl chuuya's poems with bsd chuuya
OR OR: chuuya character study
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It’s funny, because Dazai has always been curious. Always wanting more, and more, and more. He was greedy and he was selfish, wanting to absorb every bit and piece of knowledge. Let it sink into his skin like the scars under his cotton bandages. He always just had to know, because he felt like if he didn’t then he was doing something wrong. That he was vulnerable and he wasn’t safe. It was an ugly, rotten, human, feeling.
And Dazai wasn’t human, but for some reason it clung to him like the blood that tainted his hands. Like the shadow of a man who was always there, even if he wasn’t.
Despite how much Dazai teases Kunikida for his schedule, Dazai does not like change.
OR: dazai feels replaced and struggles with control issues
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oh i'm no longer a kid (and everything has changed) by sonnetcore
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
09 Mar 2025
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Tanjiro’s breath catches in his throat and his fingers curl into the soft sheets beneath him. He knows, he knows, he knows. But- but- did he? He- no, no, he had too, didn’t he? No, no, he-
-Did it really register in his mind that they were forever gone when he buried them? Did his mind really push it so far back so he wouldn’t have to think about it?
Had he ever even gotten to grieve them?
OR: tanjirou finally grieves his family
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And You're Slowly Killing Me, Taking Your Time by sonnetcore
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
09 Mar 2025
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Dazai’s bouquet has pink carnations, alstroemeria, and a rose as the centerpiece. Smaller flowers decorated it as well, all so wonderfully intentional. It created such beauty that Dazai knew he could never mimic, it spoke so many words that would get caught in his throat. The thorns digging at his skin inside, always so present but always so far away.
It was tiring, really.
__Or, dazai is a sad flower boy (chuuya REALLY doesn't help)
Series
- Part 5 of Sad Is Overrated
- Part 1 of Sickness & Disease
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It Will Take A While (To Make You Smile) by sonnetcore
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
30 Nov 2024
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Dazai, is not bright. Dazai, is not a star.
He is the darkness that flickers curiously near the stars, never too far but never too close, as if scared to touch. He is the shadows that the sun casts during the day, and the darkness leftover in the night.
Dazai could describe many people as being stars. People who others are sucked into, who capture everyone in bursts of joy and shine. The first person who comes to mind is Chuuya.
OR: dazai is a sad space boy. chuuya tries to help (it works)
Series
- Part 4 of Sad Is Overrated
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I Know That You Mean So Well (But I Am Not A Vessel For Your Good Intent) by sonnetcore
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
22 Oct 2024
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When Dazai had realized that he felt the warm, bubbly feeling, but with a hint of something more, he was reasonably panicked. When he realized he cared so deeply for the man. As in he’d live for Kunikida. But he promised, he swore, he wouldn’t love again. He couldn’t love again, not for the sake of Kunikida, and not for the sake of Dazai.
So he did what was familiar. Push people away.
OR: dazai and kunikida's first date
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Chuuya hands him another towel.
“Wait, now I’m-”
Chuuya shuts him up with a kiss. Dazai smiles into it with a giggle, wrapping his arms around the shorter man’s neck.
OR: soukoku having soft aftercare after sex
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Diabetes:
WHATSweet home alabama:
you heard me loud and clear
unless your diabetic and deafSuicidal fish:
damn double homicideOR: a BSD highschool chatfic
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There's Things I Wanna Say To You (But I'll Just Let You Live) by sonnetcore
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
29 Jul 2024
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The cookies are chocolate chips, and Chuuya goes in and looks down at the cookies, attempting to take one before the brunette smacks his hand away.
“What, I’m not going to burn myself,” Chuuya scoffs, rubbing his hand.
“These,” Dazai says, taking the pan and putting it away from Chuuya. “Are for someone that isn’t you. If you weren’t such a chibi brain, maybe you’d know that.”
Chuuya scowls. “You're in my kitchen!”
“It's not my fault my home doesn’t have one! And I don’t want to be in Chuuya’s stinky dog house either.”
OR: Dazai is a sad baker boy. Odasaku isn't helping.
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- Part 3 of Sad Is Overrated
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Dazai’s camera goes ‘snap!’ while Chuuya has his back turned. Dazai brings a small camera with him whenever he’s on missions, never on the more dangerous ones, because the ones any bigger are too much of a hassle.
Chuuya whirls around, scowling. “What the hell are you taking pictures of?”
The camera that holds the photo that depicts a red head is put back into Dazai’s pocket. Dazai flashes a smile.
“Maybe something important.”
OR: Dazai is a sad photography boy. No one is helping
Series
- Part 1 of Sad Is Overrated
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The Feelings Start To Rot, One Wink At A Time by sonnetcore
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
13 Jul 2024
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Douma is not human. Not in the sense that his followers believe, but he is not human.
Possibly, one day he will die at the hands of a slayer. His body will disintegrate into the air. He won’t be at peace like all the humans, but will cease into the air. His heart that doesn’t beat will never bloom into the beautiful flowers that arrive in spring.
OR: A Douma deep dive
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Something many people didn’t realize was the amount of work that went into painting.
The colors would be applied with gentle care, layers upon layers to create the perfect shading. The perfect picture. It was easy to not even realize the weight the canvas had to carry. Or the way the brush felt after so long of being worked. Or how the colors were drained every time they were used.
In some ways, Dazai thought he was like a painting.
OR: Dazai is a sad painter boy. Chuuya isn't helping.
(Title from "rises the moon" by Liana Flores)
Series
- Part 2 of Sad Is Overrated
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Don't Tell Me To Listen (When You Got Nothing To Say) by sonnetcore for Allegory_for_Hatred
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
11 Jul 2024
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The halls are silent and empty, a stark contrast to the usual crowded halls full of chatter. Long shadows were casted from the light candles provided. The only light in the darkened hallways.
Well. It was almost empty and silent.
Blaise’s footsteps echoed in a ‘pitter-patter’ noise. Taping would be a better word. Normally, Blaise wouldn’t be out this late. He wouldn’t be awake either. But whatever you want to call it, he felt something in his gut. A heavy, almost instinctive feeling. Something was wrong. And when that happened, it usually meant the source was a certain brunette boy.
OR: Blaise finds Dazai one night on one of the pillars of Hogwarts. They talk.