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lock me up inside your cage by magdalenes (ariadnes)
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
28 Aug 2025
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Privately, Atsushi finds it all a bit exhausting. That Akutagawa is undergoing an ethical metamorphosis is all well and good, but dealing with it is like pulling teeth.
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talking so brave and so sweet by magdalenes (ariadnes)
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
28 May 2025
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Atsushi says, apropos of nothing, "I don't need a babysitter."
Dazai considers this and decides to respond with all the dignity such an accusation deserves. He slumps forward, half over the steering wheel, and nearly sends them into on-coming traffic. "Wow!" he moans, "Break my heart, why don't you, Atsushi-kun! A babysitter," he repeats, mournfully. "Is that what you think I am?"
Atsushi braces himself with both hands against the dashboard, but otherwise ignores him. He continues, "I made a mistake."
All things considered, this is a bit of an understatement.
In which, Dazai misses the point, Atsushi is put on medical leave, and there's only one bed.
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"Thank you for joining me, Atsushi-kun," Mori says, still smiling, and Atsushi feels revulsion drip down his spine, pooling in his lower back. "I realize we haven't had much opportunity to speak and that's an oversight on my part that I'd quite like to remedy." A pause and an appropriately chagrined look, and then, "If you're amicable?"
As if it matters.
Atsushi's jaw has gone so tight that when he opens his mouth to speak his molars grind against one another. He manages to say, dryly but not derisively—not when he knows what’s at stake: "You're the boss."
In which, Atsushi is transferred to the Port Mafia. It takes some time for him to realize that Mori isn't so much in the habit of destroying lives as he is gently encouraging people to destroy their own.
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When Akutagawa answers the phone, Chuuya has already worked himself into a frothing, spitting rage—meaning Dazai must have called.
All Chuuya has to say to him—once they make it through the usual fucking cunt, blah blah, shit-eating bastard, blah, brain-damaged asshole—is: "You're robbing some tech big-shot. Call that fucking tiger-kid and work it out yourself."
Then he hangs up, presumably to drown himself in single-malt.
Typical.