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The Wizard Weretiger by Mylove_Allmine
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
22 Oct 2025
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there is nothing more special than your smile (you taught me that this was love) by Bluejay20
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
23 Apr 2023
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“It’s fine.” Aizawa says, then lies easily. “It’s a nice doll.”
At the compliment, the kid beams, eyes brightening.
“You think so? Mister Chuuya says he’s ugly but I don’t think so.” The kid twirls on the spot, lifting the doll above their head as they do so.
Aizawa takes a gamble. “This Chuuya…is he your guardian?”
“Nope!” the kid states, popping the p.
They don’t evaluate.
“Can you tell me your name—”
“Oh! And he—” the kid gestures towards the doll. “—can do tricks! Do you wanna see?”
Aizawa doesn’t even get a chance to try and respond, because the kid grips the head of the doll in their fist. As their innocent smile turn sadistic, and bright eyes turn dark, they pull.
Or, While on patrol Hitoshi and Aizawa meet a young, lost kid named Q. And while waiting for their guardian to retrieve them, end up learning that this kid's past is darker than it appears. This revelation leaves them with a lot more questions than answers.
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- Part 11 of Hizashi & Aizawa adopt three (3) children
- Part 1 of Nothing More Special
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Dazai has always found sympathy from others a little too saccharine, but Ranpo’s brand of astringent care might just be palatable enough for him to accept.
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Dazai has a habit of forgetting to eat. Ranpo’s solution is to drag him along on sweets excursions.
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Blood Moon by sleepyoongs
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
24 Feb 2023
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Shōta and Dazai are Brothers. Everything changes because of this.
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Without even realizing it—with the world still a conglomeration of swirling color and too-distant sounds—Dazai stumbled his way into the middle of oncoming traffic, right at the heart of Yokohama.
He didn't register the sound of someone screaming his name. Didn't hear the blaring horns, terrified screaming, or screeching tires of swerving cars. Couldn't see the flashing lights or the people across the street, some turning away to avoid the scene while others looked on with growing horror, unable to tear their eyes away from inevitable tragedy.