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we've been given all we can
Title: we've been given all we can
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs + Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): BSD Dazai, BunAru Oda
Pairing(s): BSD Dazai/BunAru Oda, background pairings
Genre: Fluff/Light Angst
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Dazai learns more about the author Oda and the author Dazai's relationship. This becomes relevant information to him very quickly.
Notes: Inspired by It's a painful thought to try another start. Happy birthday, Silver <3
Oda hardly makes it difficult to get in touch with him. He frequently calls Dazai with news about the library (”Ango left his stash out on his desk again…”), sends him pictures that remind him of Dazai (a brown cat with blue eyes the color of Dazai’s bolo tie, with the subtitle “It’s you! Except it’s heaps easier to pet.”), or just messages him with questions about Dazai’s day (”Did you remember to eat something besides booze?”)
But he’s also a busy person with other things to do. When he’s inside a book, there’s no way to get in touch with him - probably for the best, considering that he’s too busy fighting to answer his phone anyway. Sometimes Oda’s busy with his Ango or his Dazai, or both at once.
Dazai’s met the other Dazai before, and while they don’t exactly get along, he can’t completely disapprove of him. If it weren’t for that Dazai, Akutagawa-obsessed, preening peacock that he is, the author Oda would have had no reason to stay in his life. For that, Dazai can’t help but be a tiny bit grateful.
The other Ango, Dazai hasn’t met in person, but he seems someone that’s more likely to be known by reputation than known personally: a man on at least three different drugs at once, with no concern for respectability and every intention of living life to its fullest as a proud hooligan. He couldn’t be more different from Dazai’s Ango, and that spares him from Dazai’s malice towards his Ango.
Oda is a busy person, so it’s a rare thing when he calls Dazai up asking if he’s busy later that night. He had plans with his Dazai, but apparently Akutagawa had invited Dazai out for a walk and a starry-eyed Dazai had promptly canceled his previous engagement.
“It’s amazin’ he even remembered to tell me ‘bout the change of plans,” Oda says with a sigh, swishing the whiskey in his glass. They’ve been drinking in Dazai’s living room for a few minutes. “I figure if he hadn’t run into me on the way to his room I might’ve been waitin’ for him for ages.”
“Rude,” says Dazai, who makes a habit of ignoring meetings or changing plans without announcing the changes to anyone, especially anyone involved. It’s different if it involves being rude to Oda, obviously.
Oda shrugs, stretching out more on Dazai’s couch. “It ain’t like it’s the first time. ‘Sides, knowin’ him, there’s no way he wouldn’ta doubled back for a condom before leavin’ anyway.”
Dazai raises an eyebrow at both the statement and how casually it’s delivered. “Aren’t you two dating?”
Dating. Even if he and Oda’d had more time together, even if they had managed to tear down the walls that prevented them from admitting what they meant to each other, that term never would have described them. It’s too domestic, too innocent, too honest. Dating a mafia executive paints a target on your back, and Dazai could not have done that to Oda even if Oda had been willing to take that risk for his sake.
This Oda grabs his attention again by laughing, loud and carefree. “Expectin’ Dazai to keep it in his pants just ‘cause he’s taken’s like expectin’ leaves not to fall just ‘cause they’re on a tree. Yeah, he’s my boyfriend, but we’ve both been open from the start, ‘cause both of us know better. ‘Sides, we’re both datin’ Ango too anyway.”
Of course it’s always the three of them together. Dazai puts on an only slightly faked smile. “Is that so? Wellll, it’s not any of my business, I’m just being nosy again~ Hey, Odasaku-”
“It could be yer business real easy, y’know.”
Dazai’s train of thought cuts off sharply. Oda hasn’t had nearly enough whiskey to be drunk yet - Dazai knows because Oda sets down that glass on the table, which draws Dazai’s gaze to it before it goes back to Oda’s grinning face.
Dazai’s own glass is sitting next to it, about half empty. He suddenly wishes he was either a great deal more drunk or not at all, because there shouldn’t be any fuzz in his mind when Oda slides his arms over Dazai’s shoulders, but he’s still sober enough to know that he will regret this later and that he won’t say no.
“Dazai,” Oda says, his smile bright and guileless. “Y’know I like you, yeah?”
“You don’t make a secret of it,” Dazai says. It comes out as a croak.
“Nobody can keep a secret like you can, so sayin’ that ain’t sayin’ much,” Oda replies. He presses his lips to Dazai’s forehead, then between his eyes; his braid falls against Dazai’s skin and tickles slightly.
“Odasaku.” Dazai curls his fingers in Oda’s shirt: somewhere the thought of pushing him away had gotten lost entirely. “I’m not your Dazai.”
“Nah. No way I’d mix you up,” Oda agrees, leaving a kiss on Dazai’s cheek, skin that was once constantly covered by bandages. “I ain’t yer Odasaku either.”
“I know.” That smile like the sun would have been out of place on his Oda’s lips, and yet Dazai can’t help but feel the tiniest bit lighter every time he sees it.
“But, Dazai… I like you ‘cause yer you. And I wanna make ya happy, even if I can only do that for a second, ‘cause yer you.” Oda kisses Dazai’s other cheek. “It don’t matter if yer not ‘mine’, ‘cause yer still my friend.”
There’s no way Dazai can lie to himself and say he doesn’t feel the same about this Oda. They’re more different than they are alike, but if he thinks of spending the night in Oda’s arms… If he thinks of this person who wants to make him happy, who he wants to be happy, even if they can only accomplish those desires for a fleeting moment-
Then it’s impossible for Dazai to do anything but take Oda’s face in his hands and kiss him.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs + Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): BSD Dazai, BunAru Oda
Pairing(s): BSD Dazai/BunAru Oda, background pairings
Genre: Fluff/Light Angst
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Dazai learns more about the author Oda and the author Dazai's relationship. This becomes relevant information to him very quickly.
Notes: Inspired by It's a painful thought to try another start. Happy birthday, Silver <3
Oda hardly makes it difficult to get in touch with him. He frequently calls Dazai with news about the library (”Ango left his stash out on his desk again…”), sends him pictures that remind him of Dazai (a brown cat with blue eyes the color of Dazai’s bolo tie, with the subtitle “It’s you! Except it’s heaps easier to pet.”), or just messages him with questions about Dazai’s day (”Did you remember to eat something besides booze?”)
But he’s also a busy person with other things to do. When he’s inside a book, there’s no way to get in touch with him - probably for the best, considering that he’s too busy fighting to answer his phone anyway. Sometimes Oda’s busy with his Ango or his Dazai, or both at once.
Dazai’s met the other Dazai before, and while they don’t exactly get along, he can’t completely disapprove of him. If it weren’t for that Dazai, Akutagawa-obsessed, preening peacock that he is, the author Oda would have had no reason to stay in his life. For that, Dazai can’t help but be a tiny bit grateful.
The other Ango, Dazai hasn’t met in person, but he seems someone that’s more likely to be known by reputation than known personally: a man on at least three different drugs at once, with no concern for respectability and every intention of living life to its fullest as a proud hooligan. He couldn’t be more different from Dazai’s Ango, and that spares him from Dazai’s malice towards his Ango.
Oda is a busy person, so it’s a rare thing when he calls Dazai up asking if he’s busy later that night. He had plans with his Dazai, but apparently Akutagawa had invited Dazai out for a walk and a starry-eyed Dazai had promptly canceled his previous engagement.
“It’s amazin’ he even remembered to tell me ‘bout the change of plans,” Oda says with a sigh, swishing the whiskey in his glass. They’ve been drinking in Dazai’s living room for a few minutes. “I figure if he hadn’t run into me on the way to his room I might’ve been waitin’ for him for ages.”
“Rude,” says Dazai, who makes a habit of ignoring meetings or changing plans without announcing the changes to anyone, especially anyone involved. It’s different if it involves being rude to Oda, obviously.
Oda shrugs, stretching out more on Dazai’s couch. “It ain’t like it’s the first time. ‘Sides, knowin’ him, there’s no way he wouldn’ta doubled back for a condom before leavin’ anyway.”
Dazai raises an eyebrow at both the statement and how casually it’s delivered. “Aren’t you two dating?”
Dating. Even if he and Oda’d had more time together, even if they had managed to tear down the walls that prevented them from admitting what they meant to each other, that term never would have described them. It’s too domestic, too innocent, too honest. Dating a mafia executive paints a target on your back, and Dazai could not have done that to Oda even if Oda had been willing to take that risk for his sake.
This Oda grabs his attention again by laughing, loud and carefree. “Expectin’ Dazai to keep it in his pants just ‘cause he’s taken’s like expectin’ leaves not to fall just ‘cause they’re on a tree. Yeah, he’s my boyfriend, but we’ve both been open from the start, ‘cause both of us know better. ‘Sides, we’re both datin’ Ango too anyway.”
Of course it’s always the three of them together. Dazai puts on an only slightly faked smile. “Is that so? Wellll, it’s not any of my business, I’m just being nosy again~ Hey, Odasaku-”
“It could be yer business real easy, y’know.”
Dazai’s train of thought cuts off sharply. Oda hasn’t had nearly enough whiskey to be drunk yet - Dazai knows because Oda sets down that glass on the table, which draws Dazai’s gaze to it before it goes back to Oda’s grinning face.
Dazai’s own glass is sitting next to it, about half empty. He suddenly wishes he was either a great deal more drunk or not at all, because there shouldn’t be any fuzz in his mind when Oda slides his arms over Dazai’s shoulders, but he’s still sober enough to know that he will regret this later and that he won’t say no.
“Dazai,” Oda says, his smile bright and guileless. “Y’know I like you, yeah?”
“You don’t make a secret of it,” Dazai says. It comes out as a croak.
“Nobody can keep a secret like you can, so sayin’ that ain’t sayin’ much,” Oda replies. He presses his lips to Dazai’s forehead, then between his eyes; his braid falls against Dazai’s skin and tickles slightly.
“Odasaku.” Dazai curls his fingers in Oda’s shirt: somewhere the thought of pushing him away had gotten lost entirely. “I’m not your Dazai.”
“Nah. No way I’d mix you up,” Oda agrees, leaving a kiss on Dazai’s cheek, skin that was once constantly covered by bandages. “I ain’t yer Odasaku either.”
“I know.” That smile like the sun would have been out of place on his Oda’s lips, and yet Dazai can’t help but feel the tiniest bit lighter every time he sees it.
“But, Dazai… I like you ‘cause yer you. And I wanna make ya happy, even if I can only do that for a second, ‘cause yer you.” Oda kisses Dazai’s other cheek. “It don’t matter if yer not ‘mine’, ‘cause yer still my friend.”
There’s no way Dazai can lie to himself and say he doesn’t feel the same about this Oda. They’re more different than they are alike, but if he thinks of spending the night in Oda’s arms… If he thinks of this person who wants to make him happy, who he wants to be happy, even if they can only accomplish those desires for a fleeting moment-
Then it’s impossible for Dazai to do anything but take Oda’s face in his hands and kiss him.