#asks: shrimp's chuuya drabbles

[nameless-shrimp]

Okay but- Cinderella Chuuya. I am absolutely about to rewrite the entire fairytale to fit this. Cause I am trash like that LOL

SAD ENDING I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sad, it just happened ;-;

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Chuuya had everything. A loving mother and father, all the pets he could ever want. Really, he didn't want for anything. However, he was never meant to keep these things. His father passed away young, and despite Chuuya's age, he stepped up to help his mother. The handsome young redhead worked any job he could and helped his mother in every he was able. And as the years passed his mother remarried. He didn't like his new step-father. The man didn't treat the redhead well. Not to mention his new twin step-brothers where not kind at all. All the manors that his father had taught him, clearly hadn't been taught to the twins. Still, they where respectable enough to his mother, so he no room to say anything.

And then it happened. Chuuya's mother fell ill and passed away. His step-family hardly did anything. The work on the up keep of the house was left to Chuuya. It was his family's house after all. the redhead would not see it fall into disarray. his step-father and brothers barely worked either. Seemingly everything was left to Chuuya. From cooking, to bringing money in, to cleaning. He had already needed to move to the attic. Still, Chuuya remembered what his parents taught him and was polite to step-family.

"Oh, who are you?" A young lady in red dress asked Chuuya. It was currently the weekend. The red haired blue eyed young man took time to himself away from the house on the rare free weekends he had.

"I am no of great importance, M'Lady. Why I ask your name?" Chuuya said with a polite bow.

"The same could be said of me then, good sir. What brings you to this flower garden?"

"My mother. She had been found of flowers and so my father grew a garden for her. With them both gone, up keep of it had been near impossible. Yet the this garden is always in best condition. So I come here."

"Ah, yes. My father has been gone some years now. My mother currently unwell. Though, I'm just hear to relax. The beauty of all the flowers always amaze me."

"Do you know the language of flowers of?"

"I do not." It was clear young lady intended to day more, but the sound of horses in the background made her turn to leave. "It seems I don't have much time to stay and talk. I do hope we meet again, good sir."

"Fare well, M'Lady."

Chuuya would see the young lady again. A few times. Never for long. But they both greatly enjoyed the others company. And then roughly a month later they met once more. At a ball the royal family is throwing. There he discovered that the young lady he met that day is Princess Y/N. He was stunned to say the least. But even there time at the ball was cut short. he could only stay until midnight.

Chuuya was unable to met Princess Y/N after that. No matter how many times Chuuya went to the hidden garden, the Princess didn't show. The flowers that grew there changed though. The flowers that grew there now meant, "I'm sorry", "Forgive me", "I miss you", "I love you."

oh my gosh, sky. this was so nice to read. i loved every bit of it. it pains me to think of chuuya in pain, always consistently doing all the work—as expected from the story of cinderella, but aw, i love the fact that he encountered the princess that night. the image of him being stunned makes me smile. if you write this, i truly hope that there shall be a happy ending between him and the princess. this warms my heart; he's capable of happy endings.

may i add onto this with my own drabble...

A disordered mess he was. Dirty dishes laid out in the sink as he swears underneath his breath; skin scrapped from the consistent run of water underneath his pruned fingers. Chuuya shakes his head. Scrunching his nose, he heaves out a sigh. Rumors went on about a royal ball, and despite encountering the princess, he imagines a moment with her. Bright dress curved around her figure; gleaming smile painted on her joyous expression. If a life was meant to be filled with a happy ending, Chuuya's life was not that, though threw his rag to the side. Blue eyes staring out the window. Light reflecting a new world that was more fascinating rather than the indoors of his dark and creaky home. Maybe he was capable of finding a true happy ending; only for Chuuya, himself.

i haven't written anything in a week so this was needed, hehe. thank you for sharing your beautiful works as always, sky! this brought a beautiful smile to my face. i love reading more about chuuya and brainrotting with you, as always and forever will. 💖🥰

[yandreamings]

May I request an akutagawa obssessive fic, drabble o whatever u feel ? I love him😭

tysm! and take ur time nw♡

YES, finally some love for Akutagawa 🤧 I hope you enjoy!

AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE...!

If someone were to ask him, Akutagawa would say you were a complete and utter nuisance. You were nothing but trouble from the moment your eyes locked- foolish, clumsy, damn near incompetent. He'd say it's a wonder you're still in the Port Mafia at this point. You're lucky enough to have him as your superior to whip you into shape.

But... he'd be a liar if he told them all of that.

What he should tell them is that he's got notebooks upon notebooks stuffed in his closet, filled to the brim with details about how you've been behaving and what you've been doing. (Y/N) has done surprisingly well today. (Y/N) ate shrimp-fried rice for lunch this afternoon. (Y/N) spoke to Tachihara today. The conversation went on for far too long. (Y/N) wore a different shirt today; they almost looked decent.

He should tell them that he's the cause of the unnerving sense of dread you feel when you're walking home alone- because he's always there. He never lets you out of his sight. If anyone's going to kill you, it'll be him. No one else is allowed to hurt you but Akutagawa.

It's just anger, he tells himself, you're just an idiot and he has to vent his frustrations somehow. No, it doesn't make him jealous when Tachihara slings an arm over your shoulder like he's your lover, or when Chuuya invites you out for a night of drinking, as if he isn't a lightweight, no. It's fine.

So, that begs the question- why does he feel the desire to pin you to the wall by your throat and tell you that you belong to him- who else has been looking out for you this entire time? Who has trained you, picked you up when you were down?

Yes, it was him. So...

Why?

Why do you look at him with such fear, why do you tremble under his gaze? Why do you seem to be so terrified of him, when he's so bizarrely enamoured with you? What the fuck did you do to him?

But it doesn't matter.

You'll have to pay for your actions one way or another.

[sonder-paradise]

Hi! Since requests are open, I was wondering if I could get a drabble of Chuuya with a gn!s/o who’s a writer. I can just see Chuuya always being excited to read one of their works and sometimes a little worried about how big their notebook hoard is getting. I hope you have a good day/night!

𝟏𝟎:𝟒𝟎 𝐩𝐦 — 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

A mirage of loose papers and a messily strewn desk was common in Chuuya's place. Not that he wanted the estranged mess, he just accepted that he had to live with it. They would get organized eventually.

After living with you for so long, Chuuya knew how you operated. He recognized when you were in a writing zone or when you were in a slump.

A loud groan erupted from the other room and Chuuya picked up the warm mug on the counter. Your slouched figure on the couch gave off a familiar air of frustration.

"Another writer's block?" Chuuya asked, setting the mug on the coffee table.

You stared at the steamy liquid, noting it to be your favorite drink during long evenings. "I hate dialogue," you groaned, "I just wanna-"

You cut yourself off to make a strangled noise of frustration. Chuuya chuckled lightly at the unearthly sound, taking a glance at the scribbles on notebook paper and the bright glare of your laptop.

Picking up one of the loose-leaf pages, the man quietly stared at the writing. He ignored your quiet mumbles about it not being done yet and whatever other excuse he was used to hearing about your own work.

"Oh it's this one," he said matter-of-factly. Then a quiet silence filled the room and he put the paper down to look for what seemed to be the continuing part.

"Where the hell's the next part?" Chuuya asked with an unusual look of desperation in his eyes.

"The next part? I haven't finished it yet."

Chuuya stared at you anxiously. "But you're writing it soon, right? That's a whole fucking cliffhanger you just left me on!"

You laughed at the anguished gaze he gave you. "You'll get it when I finish it!"

It was his turn to let out a groan, flopping over and onto your lap begging you to relieve him of this deprivation. And your amusement for his rather childish demeanor washed away the frustration of the evening.

"Then finish it faster!"

"I'll finish it when I finish it!"

"Then finish it tomorrow!"

"If you get off me I will!"

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[tender-rosiey]

once lovable, now execrable | drabble

���/ɴ: I apologize but this is the only thing I had the motivation to write; have fun and ily <3

It hurts.

To know that your everything that you do was once like the blessing upon his eyes when he saw them. Things that lit up his heart and lifted his spirits in the matter of seconds.

Now are things that cause irritation to always be on his face, a scowl always evident as he spent time with you, a feeling radiating that screams that he isn’t enjoying the time spent with you.

So when you tell him about your day like you normally do and he looks at you with such clear annoyance in his eyes as the words he speaks are just as venomous “could you quiet down? You talk too much.”

“You know, you can talk freely with me; your rambling is really cute.”

Was it a lie?

And when you attempt to wrap your arms around his figure to greet him and he pushes you away, “Why are you so clingy?” he complains before his eyes and attention return to what he left you countless days for.

“I love how you are so affectionate, it makes me feel so loved; thank you.”

Did the ache of your heart mean nothing now?

Then when you try to care for his being and ask what happened, because of his obviously bruised body, but when your fingers, that he once craved, touch him, and slaps them away “You are being too nosy, just leave me alone.” It’s a blow to all you felt.

“You are so caring and attentive, it’s a nice feeling to know you are there for me.”

Now your screams were louder than they had ever been, words spilling like a never ending cycle of hurt and anger; tears threatening to spill and broken dishes on the floor perfectly and imperfectly symbolizing what’s between you two. You are tired, it’s always like this; where is the promise of “I would never hurt you.” go to?

It’s draining and your heart can’t take anymore, it’s shredding you, the pain, the agony, the neglect, and the unhidden hate.

“I can’t just stay with someone who thinks everything I do is a nuisance!” the words you say are true, a chain that’s pulling you back to where your heart could be at ease and peace.

But was the truth worth what you heard in return?

“And I can’t stay with someone who everything they do is a nuisance and a distraction!”

You knew it, you felt it, he made it obvious, but him saying it hurt more than words could describe. If you had to tell them “how was it like?”, it was like a bullet to the heart, one ever so agonizingly slow and sharp, hitting every corner of your heart making it break and fall to a hurtful and pitiful pile of memories, fallen love and forgotten feelings.

And so the string of trust and hope snaps with a few words like it was nothing, a crashing building that took years to build but seconds to demolish.

But why did time repeat itself?

Why did both Dazai and Chuuya stab you in the back when they swore not to?

Why were your insecurities thrown at your face and used against you when you trusted them with it?

Why did the most straight forward person resort to hurting you in secret and betraying how he once was with you?

And Why did the most loyal person choose to break his promise and leave you to rot overthinking when he said he would kick all those thoughts away?

Their words and glares harsher than each other, they cut through you like a knife that left a scar to be remembered.

Perhaps love just wasn’t your thing.

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[nameless-shrimp]

waking up at the ass crack of dawn to watch the sunrise with chuuya? :3

daaaang this is just too adorable so i gotta tag @sonder-paradise and this ended up being a bit too long, oops

Chuuya believes he was going to lose his mind. It was nearly six in the morning, and he fought yawns all the way to the top of the building. Though, seeing your face in front of the sun that began to greet the day, he starts to relax—even for a moment. He rolls with it; mind in a haze. Something burns inside his heart, whether it was from pure exhaustion though it took all of his energy even for a second, and Chuuya stumbles to the ground. Head resting on your lap.

The sun rises with its painted acrylics of oranges and hazelnut yellows. A treacherous peak, though it greets it in the most cathartic release possible. Simple song of the wind causes Chuuya’s eyes to widen, where he stares up at you. Face looking down to meet with his ocean blues; a contrast to the warm colors amongst the sky.

“Good morning,” you chuckle.

Blaze in his heart, colors similar to the sunrise. For a moment, Chuuya remains breathless. He rides with the wind, however. The emotions sink in—as if watching the sunrise with the person he loves wasn’t toying with his heart, whatsoever. Though Chuuya lets it happen; he continues to watch the sun, your head blocking most of the view. And he smiles, fighting a yawn. One smile from you and his walls start to crumble. Heart still lit—a match left in flames.

Fireproof.

[nameless-shrimp]

omg you feed us so well, please. what about chuuya dancing with you underneath the night sky? ;-;

i feel like i have written about this so many times lol, it's just so perfect for chuuya. he's just... he's a beautiful man, honestly.

Hand wraps around your waist and his body sways along with yours. He hums to the orchestra music in the background with such low volume. Moonlight shines on Chuuya’s side; dull clouds as the audience. He dips his head down, lips meeting the skin of your shoulders. Tightening his grasp on you, he snickers deeply at your breath hitching—Chuuya found amusement to the fire in his heart when it came to flustering you. A match meant to be lit.

“Let’s dance underneath the stars together, love,” he says, smile growing. He pulls away, brushing his lips to your forehead. Black and white tainted on his suit with your nose nuzzled into his neck—expensive cologne; much to Chuuya’s taste.

He stays like this with you. Lost in heaven, where the stars meet.