#after gathering dust in my gdocs for six months it is FINALLY HERE

[zukkaoru]

🔪 poison paradise 🔪

“Let’s play just one more time,” Fyodor suggests, voice gentle and silky. They reach forward, brushing Dazai’s bangs out of his eyes. Blood sticks in his hair. “Do we have to?” Fyodor raises one eyebrow. Dazai’s expression sours. He huffs, then sits back up, flashing a look of what might be sympathy towards Sigma. Except Dazai is rarely sympathetic towards anyone, and Sigma knows better than to believe his passing expressions. He has an assortment of them pre-programmed, ready to be called forward at any given moment, and sometimes he mixes them up. Rarely is anything displayed on his face entirely genuine. Fyodor shuffles. Dazai cuts the deck. Nikolai arranges the knives.

or: the meursault gang as a toxic codependent homoerotic teen friend group. what could go wrong?

🩸 6.2k words || sigma, dazai, fyodor, & nikolai 🩸 rated t but please read the tags/warnings