Akutagawa Ryunosuke (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Fanfic reformatted. Chapter 35 contains the short segments and ramblings of the old chapter 1🥰Each chap is a oneshot of a new story scenario or request slowly rewriting segments of the old chap 1 🥰 Requested chapters will be marked in the chapter's notes Plz comment requests on chap 10!!!

"Should've stayed in the mafia where you fucking belonged, you have no business being on the side that is saving lives." Shouldn't have said that. --- Or: Kunikida & the ADA do a big woopsie and now have to apologise to Dazai, but first, they'll have to go through a certain Russian Terrorist if they want Dazai back.

Chuuya looked up to return the smile, and Higuchi was pretty sure he said something, but she didn’t have a clue what it was when she saw his left hand. His exposed left hand. Or, the students at Bungo University find out that Nakahara Chuuya is married. The only problem: they don't know to whom.

He will be Mori's ability, forever in his control and in his hands. They'll play their roles perfectly, Mori as the puppeteer and Dazai as his puppet. And if his dear Osamu ever refused to play his role, well...corpses can't do humane things because they're corpses, and Osamu Dazai was never human to begin with. So he'll always be a corpse and Mori will always be Mori. They'll be a perfect pair, together until the end. No matter how long it takes. ALTERNATE SUMMARY: Dazai Osamu died at the age of 15, found in his shipping container with his wrists slit and blood pooling beneath his frame. Then how is it possible, that despite his 'death', The Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia is alive and well, seemingly younger in appearance and now completely in Mori's control. It's all a mess. A mess Chuuya will do anything to solve. Dazai playlist out now! --> Dazai Playlist!

Atsushi is still half asleep, one hand holding his cellphone and the other rubbing tears from his eyes as he yawns, when he opens the Agency’s office door. But any last dregs of sleep are chased away by his skyrocketing heart rate when he realizes Kyouka and Yosano have blades drawn, Kenji is ready to throw the couch, and Kunikida’s gun is raised. At him. Before he can raise his hands to surrender, Dazai’s smooth voice calls out to him in a tone so icy Atsushi is certain has never been directed at him before, “To what do we owe the pleasure of a visit from the Port Mafia’s rabid tiger on this fine morning?” Atsushi’s eyes flick to the open cell in his hand where he sees one unread text message from a contact named “Boss”: Ah, Atsushi-kun! If you would be so kind as to drop by my office at your earliest convenience, that would be much appreciated <3 Fukuzawa wouldn’t use such flowery language or a heart emoji. So who…? Wait. “Port Mafia’s rabid tiger”? This text couldn’t be from Mori, could it? — An ability causes Atsushi and Akutagawa to switch lives, but they are the only two people to remember their true allegiances.