#skk drabble

[double-black-ink]

knock, knock

concept: skk college!au

chuuya likes his new dorm. he's finally moved out from the mess that was shirase and him, and now he has no roommate to even think about. he didn't even need to move to communal bathrooms!

if there's one thing that he wasn't prepared for, however, is the random knocking from the people in his hall...

sometimes it's to prove a point. most times, it's to settle silly arguments.

he even gets tied into breaking ties.

but at the end of the day, chuuya figures he likes to get a knock on his door.

[chuusanity]

Complicated and Beautiful

Another SKK short drabble i wrote that is inspired by the song "Forth of July" by Sufjan Stevens.

Dazai could feel the grass tickling the back of his neck as the bitter cold of the summer night bite at his exposed skin. Laying in the grass for a moment of peace. The quiet city noises were calming after a day of high adrenaline and violent sights. 

Eyes closed, the darkness was overwhelming. He never had liked the darkness, it left his mind to wander to dangerous places. The nights were the worst, alone in bed he had no way to escape from those dangerous thoughts. Plagued by the most inconceivable thoughts that his tainted mind could conjure. 

That is why he refused to close his eyes, and instead looked up at his partner who sat at his side. The softest breeze rustled the loose strands of ginger hair while his eyes gazed upon the city. Chuuya had hugged his knees to his chest while his breathing was rhythmic, calming Dazai as he matched their breathing patterns. 

“Why us?” 

Chuuya nearly missed it, it was the softest whisper and the wind nearly stole those words.

“What do you mean, ‘Why us?”

“Why do we have to be such monsters?”

“What exactly makes you think you're a monster?”

“I am not Human, Chuuya. I don't feel empathy, or remorse, or any emotion that a normal human should feel-” Dazai sat up, he was now able to look into Chuuya’s eyes. The lights of the city reflected in them perfectly. He couldn't look away. 

“Yes you do” Chuuya leaned over, gently cupping dazai’s cheek with his gloved hand. “You feel just as much as anyone else, you just don't understand your own feelings but they are there” 

“No… They’re not-”

“Yes. They are.” 

Chuuya’s voice was firm. Bringing Dazai closer, he rested Dazai’s head on his chest. “You feel anger whenever you see someone you love hurt, you feel sadness whenever you think you caused something, you feel happiness in moments like this. Your emotions are as beautiful as they are complicated” 

Complicated and Beautiful. 

“Don't think for a moment that your faults make you any less Human” and with that, Chuuya gives a soft kiss upon the top of Dazai's head as Dazai listens to the strong and steady heartbeat of his partner.

Also can be found on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54285736

[faerie-somnium]

After the show- a tyies drabble

Pairing: skk

CW: NSFW under the cut (MINORS DNI); semi-public sex, grinding, frottage, anal fingering, spit as lube, not edited cause I don't wanna.

There was always something about lingering adrenaline after a bull-ride. Almost all riders experience it. Most choose to blow off steam in the typical ways- hitting the bars to drink, shoot pool and maybe pick up an interested buckle bunny or two.

Before their little thing started, both him and Dazai followed suit. They still did sometimes but why bother when there were better options? It was always more intense for Chuuya, who had endless electric energy always kept at bay on a regular day.

That was how Dazai found himself in his situation, pressed flat against the inside of a janitor's closet door of the latest arena, a riled up Chuuya gently biting his under his jaw with a wolf's grin.

Dazai slips his thigh between the shorter's thighs for him to grind against. Chuuya was distracted for a second, clearly basking in finally getting friction on the half chub he had been sported for the last half hour. But with a goal in mind, he snaps out of it, pushing up on his toes to kiss him as he rushed to unbuckle Dazai's belt and pop the button of his jeans.

As soon as the final ceremony ended, Chuuya hadn't hesitated. Dazai didn't know when Chuuya set it up for the closet to already be unlocked as he yanked him through the doorway. They hadn't bothered showering. Both were covered in a thin sheen of sweat and a smear of dirt painted Chuuya's cheek. Chuuya smelled like a combination of earth, sweat and spicy musk that managed to still be appealing.

Dazai inhaled deep and squeezes Chuuya's lithe waist before sliding his own hands down to slip his fingers under Chuuya's own buckle, making quick work of unfastening his rivals pants. Just they had eachothers cocks out, Chuuya momentarily separated their lips, hocked a healthy amount of spit into his own palm before gripping them both. Dazai pushed his own hips forward into a delicious slide, groaning in the back of his throat. They moved in tandem, pressed tight against eachother and desperate in their own chase for pleasure.

Dazai slid his hands up the other's back to his hair. He gripped soft red locks between his fingers and firmly yanked.

Chuuya gave a gasping moan in response. Dazai took his opportunity to stick two fingers in his partner's open mouth. Even in the dark of the light, Dazai could see Chuuya's dual toned eyes flicked up to meet his own. Dazai had to bite his lip and resist letting his eyes roll back. Around his fingers Chuuya suckled running his tongue along the seam where the digits met. Simultaneously, Chuuya squeezed his hand around them tighter and pumped his hips faster.

Dazai's peak was hurdling closer. He had to pull one more trump card to make sure he wouldn't finish first. Slipping his fingers out of Chuuya's mouth, well coated in spit, he quickly moved his hand behind them under the other's jeans and boxers. He deftly circled his rim a few times before he breached one fingertip past.

"Mm, hah, fuck," Chuuya's moan grew as he broke away again to lean his head against the brunet's shoulder.

With how riled up the red head was, that's all it took for him to spill between them. He didn't bother pull away before continue pumping them, probably reveling in the overstimulation.

Bringing his other hand up, he cupped Dazai's jaw and purrs, "You win this one, Samu."

The gravelly quality in Chuuya's sexed-out voice was enough to make Dazai follow, stars dancing behind his eyes.

After catching his breath, all Dazai could said in reply is, "Heh, yippee."

[kamapon]

Long cat is long

[soukokuforthesoul]

chuuya and dazai who were always so loud and chaotic, but then there were times when they were anything but. calmly, quietly, sitting in the corner. tired days where they're almost lulled to sleep during meetings. busy days where they tuck away from everyone else—and are found hours later, curled beside each other, somewhere in a closet. painful days where they lock the bathroom door and wash each other in the bathtub, patiently cleaning wounds and wrapping bandages. happier days where they decide that alone time is the best time and find a secluded spot in the city to watch the airplanes overhead. isolated days where they separate, unwilling to see each other. and then, even, days when they refuse to leave one another's side, going as far as threatening their subordinates to not tell mori where they are. just days when chuuya and dazai shrink into the children they truly are—quietly observing everything from afar, hand in hand, side by side. days where it's Chuuya And Dazai, and not Soukoku or the Demon Prodigy or the Sheep King, but chuuya and dazai. days where the birds were allowed to sing and the sun was allowed to rise, so that the chattering of the city and the walking of footsteps remained far away for the time being, and they sat under the shade of a willow tree, fingers interlocked and eyes closed. there would be time, later, to argue and fight. but that was later, and right now, this was enough.

[gigglemite]

Soulmates but in the way a lighter perpetually keeps another alive even as it drains them of fuel. Soulmates in the way they're together in every universe, for better or worse. Soulmates in the way they don't need each other to survive, but put them together and they will thrive. Soulmates in the way it's them, it's always been them, and it always will be them.

[teddybeartoji]

oughhhhhh dazai taking care of a tired chuuya................... he can't help but giggle when chuu tries to bark back at him but he's just sooo so exhausted, he doesn't even have the energy to properly look at dazai.

dazai drags him into the bathroom and sits him down on the toilet seat, apologizing through a laugh when chuuya winces at the big light. while he's searching for another pair of clothes for him, he hears how chuuya bonks his head against the wall and how he groans at the pain. dazai thinks he's very endearing like this.

dazai helps him undress, the tips of his fingers dancing over chuuya's freckled shoulders as he helps him keep his balance.

"chuuya going to sleep without brushing his teeth first? wow, that's really bad."

chuuya glares at him from under his brow. "yeah, you're one to talk..."

dazai gasps, his bandages hand reaching for his heart. "so mean to your saviour..."

but chuuya is too tired to argue. so he relents.

baring his teeth to the younger man.

dazai's heart beats just a little faster. just a little.

chuuya's nose scrunches up, his eyes falling shut as the embarrassment takes over. but he still dazai do it; a surprisingly soft hand rests on chuu's chin, tilting his head back as dazai focuses on the molars.

fighting the urge to fall asleep then and there, chuuya itches for something else. slowly, his eyes crack open to stare at dazai's concentrated face – chuuya tries to hold back a laugh but he really doesn't have any strenght to control his own body and dazai's brown orbs flick up to his in an instant.

a flush blooms on chuuya's face, enveloping the tips of his ears and even his neck. dazai cracks an overly smug grin but before he can say his stupid comment, he's folding over chuuya's lap as a result of chuuya hitting him in the balls with his leg.

"more work and less talk, mackarel."

dazai splutters out another laugh. "still so bossy..."

he pulls back and takes a look at chuuya - his mouth is covered in toothpaste, his arms folded over his chest as he tries to burn a hole into dazai with his eyes.

"c'mon, say 'aah' for me."

dazai's voice is as teasing as always, something mischievious twinkling in his eyes and chuuya twitches, anger boiling in him—

"the quicker we get this done, the quicker chuuya gets to sleep."

he's right. of course, he is. chuuya really hates him sometimes.

dazai's hip stays locked against the bathroom counter while chuuya rinses his mouth, their eyes meeting through the mirror once again. chuuya grumbles something and dazai's chest rises as he giggles.

he follows chuuya into his bedroom and watches him climb under the covers without another word. he goes to pull the curtains shut, letting the darkness envelop the whole room as chuuya prepares to finally doze off.

silence.

"y'gonna keep staring at me like a creep or are y'gonna leave?"

"yeah."

"idiot."

[softmeetscreatureplz]

https://www.tumblr.com/softmeetscreatureplz/775677985212743680/chuuya-plays-versions-of-gta-and-mostly-sandbox?source=share

Pleeeeeaase write drabbles based on this I'm begging you

~ 🪼

Ejejrnfbsha yayyy!! I hope you enjoyyy then!!! :33

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Chuuya was always fiercely protective over his games, much to Dazai's displeasure.

"I can't even snoop properly- the dumb Chibi always fights me the second I try to switch out of his stupid GTA or our Mario cart," Dazai had whined to Oda and Ango before, completely tuning out the ensuing moral talks of not snooping or invading privacy or whatever.

He didn't care! Dazai just wanted to know what his dumb dog was hiding! Was it some kind of embarrassing game, like candy crush or toddler games? Maybe a a bunch of saved Sims games where Chuuya made Sims of them both dating? It made Dazai itch with curiosity.

He hated the fact that his dog was hiding things- from him! How unfair was that! Chuuya was his! Obviously, Dazai should know everything about Chuuya!

And- to add insult to injury- Chuuya didn't even like his games either! He found yandere simulator dumb, FNAF too complicated, online poker boring, even Genshin impact Chuuya only enjoyed for a bit before he got annoyed by all the quests!! How rude!!!!

Dazai had spend AGES trying to find good games, and even longer trying to find good games that the dumb slug would enjoy- only for Chuuya to be completely indifferent!

It only made his need to find out what games, exactly, Chuuya played, even worse. He needed to know.

(It definitely wasn't because Dazai wanted to play with Chuuya.)

(It wasn't because playing with Chuuya on Mario cart and GTA 5 was some of the most fun and freeing nights. It wasn't because he enjoyed being curled up on Chuuya's bed and racing on Mario cart, shoving eachother off the tracks and daring eachother to pick rainbow road. It wasn't because playing GTA 5 and being annoyed or suprised at rhe accuracy of various things, or challenging eachother with new crimes to do both for fun and in the game)

He just wanted to be able to know what his dumb little dog was hiding! Obviously, so Dazai could tease him and stop getting full on TACKLED when he tried to snoop!

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Chuuya... could admit that he didn't want Dazai to know what kind of games he liked. To himself, at least. He'd never tell that dumbass, but he could admit it to himself.

Chuuya had, infact, tried each and every stupid game his bandaged annoyance had shoved at him- he was a bit of a sucker for Dazai looking excited about fun shit, sue him.

But- all of them were so fucking boring! Either they were so focused on the main game thing; you couldn't do fuck else, you were constantly nagged by the game to focus on the big main quest, or it was just a plain stupid plot! Or some combo of those!

He couldn't even finish most of em, they were just.... too- bleh. Chuuya didn't fucking like 'em.

What he did, for some stupid reason, enjoy, were stupid games where he got to just fuck around and enjoy shit.

Minecraft was the first game he'd found that he actually liked, that Dazai hadn't introduced him to.

He had around 30 worlds right now- and in most it was just a progression of 'how good can I make my farms'.

Like- how lame was that?! If Dazai found out that he handt even beaten the- whatever dragon yet, but 23 out of his 30 worlds was just him making bigger and bigger farms- the stupid beanpole would tease him even more!!

And that's not even getting started on his damn Stardew Valley saves!

Chuuya was fairly proud of how big his farm was, and maybe he was stupidly attached to his animals, but fuck if he would let Dazai see all that!

The fuckface would just tease him relentlessly, he already knew.

Chuuya's games were the kind of stupid, idyllic, open world bullshit where he got to farm and have animals and fuck around with the world. There is no fucking way Dazai wouldn't think it was fucking pathetic or stupid!

(Maybe Chuuya liked them because it was a taste of a life he'd never gotten or would get. Maybe it was nice to take a moment and enjoy a taste of life where new blood didn't stain him every other day. Maybe it was him trying to grasp at any semblance of peace.)

(Maybe those nights playing stupid games with Dazai were also peaceful. Maybe they were another nice taste of that type of normal peaceful life. Maybe Chuuya enjoyed them enough that Dazai was the reason he even bothered to try and find good video games)

(Fuck if Chuuya would admit any of that though, even to himself.)

So- obviously, Chuuya would just keep on hiding his games from that prying asshole at any cost. Dazai could handle a new concussion or two, especially since the fucker was obviously just looking for more excuses to tease the ginger.

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15/16/17 sillies,, the downside of making a friendship build on teasing </3. :33

[twinksintrees]

When Chuuya got the call Dazai had vanished from the Port Mafia, he had hung up with a smile.

The fucker did it, he got out. He got what he wanted, and Chuuya was happy for him.

Now, he was free. He could do what he wanted, live by his own rules.

He could grow and heal and do better, be better than he had ever been before.

He didn’t have to worry about Dazai ending it anymore. Now that he was out he knew he wouldn’t throw it all away, not after the years it took to get here.

Chuuya wanted the best for him, and now that he got it, he was over the moon.

Chuuya wasn’t worried about this being the end. Their paths would cross again, they were both too stubborn to let them not. Too tied together, bound by the hip, inextricably linked.

They were double black, afterall. Simply on a break, for now.

[akvmanoko]

hi loves, i recently finished watching bungou stray dogs and the hyperfixiation was so strong that it prompted me to write something, more specifically some d/s dynamic between dazai and chuuya. when i write about characters i've never written about before the first drafts are mostly to assess the characters themselves, since i like to keep them canon with just a few twists of mine here and there, at least at the beginning and especially if the universe they're in is the same as their novel of provenience

a little scared posting this (says, as an ao3 writer) but here i am i guess!

enjoy some (soft and definitely unspoken) dom/sub dynamic between dazai and chuuya featuring a first kiss and dead apple references ☆

~1.7k words

— note: i haven't reread this, be patient

Trust? (How beautiful...)

«You looked pretty, you know, Chuuya.» Dazai’s face is relaxed, beholding that smile that has quite the number of meanings to it, really – however, it always stays unreadable, until the very last moment.

«What’s wrong with you?» he scoffs, looking up at him from where he's sitting on the stairs of the abandoned basement.

They met up because Dazai said he had urgent information to share, and a plan – he always had a plan, and quite spectacular deductions that would make anyone wonder his powers; if they went beyond what everyone was aware of.

Now, in the humidity of the place, heavy with danger – not between them, not this time, but rather of the situation that seems to be escalating quickly and worryingly by the second, judging by the just acquired news – they're across each other. Dazai is standing at a couple metres distance, Chuuya sees his right side where he's resting against the wall, arms folded to his chest.

«What are you even talking about?»

«That time you fought against the Dragon. Your Corruption is beautiful.»

«Right.» Chuuya says, stern, because he can tell Dazai is being elusive.

«I’m not lying.»

«You’re not telling the full truth, either.» he counters. «You know what?» he stands up, then, brushing the dust off the back of his coat when he walks towards him, one hand on his hip. «I don't want to know. You're weird.»

Dazai chuckles, he shakes his head softly and only then he looks up at Chuuya. «You’re right, I’m not. Ah… I guess you know me too well after all these years.»

«You’re just not too hard to read when you don't want to hide something. It depends on if you want to be understood or not.» Chuuya sighs, crossing his arms to his chest when Dazai’s hands fall inside his pants’ pockets.

«See? You know me too well.»

Chuuya dismisses him with a wave of his hand in the air, a brief flick of the wrist, before placing it back on his arm. «So what, do you plan on telling me any time soon or do I have to kick it out of you? If you want to be punched you can just say so, I’ll gladly do it.»

«How acidic, you know I don't like pain.»

«Whatever.» he begins to step away, but then Dazai finally speaks.

«You looked gorgeous... drowsy, after I stopped you.»

Chuuya’s nose scrunches in annoyance, he looks away. «You’re insane.»

«You looked even more beautiful with my hand on your cheek, with your face between my legs.» Dazai carries on, and he steps away from the wall, enough to get closer – closer to the point Chuuya can't turn around to look at him, or else their faces would be too close. «Below me.»

The addition renders Chuuya warmer, redder under Dazai’s attentive scrutiny. He's thankful for the poor lighting of the basement. His breathing loses its rhythm – it's ridiculous, he thinks. A ridiculous power play. And it's even worse, he realizes, the fact it makes his heart run up to his throat.

«What the fuck is this.» Chuuya’s voice is rough and strained when he speaks.

«What do you want it to be?»

The question takes him aback.

What does Chuuya want it to be?

Does he want it to be anything at all, really?

«You don't have to answer.» Dazai tells him like he's reassuring him – and he is, Chuuya realizes, when he takes one step back that allows him to breathe easier.

They don't move.

For infinite seconds they just stand in front of each other, tension tight as a violin's string. Chuuya doesn't look back, but he knows Dazai’s gaze never strays away from his face. He feels it.

Below me.

The words resound through his chest in this thrum that is both pleasant and unsettling, overwhelming either way when he moves unconsciously to sit down on the last step of the staircase. He looks down to his gloved hand dangling between his thighs, and then he takes his hat off, gently placing it next to him.

An offer.

«Chuuya…» his name is whispered, and it sounds like a warning that he doesn't listen to, however. It takes a long time for Dazai to follow his cue, as if he's only now hesitating – halting because Chuuya did first, and even if he always does what he wants, anyway, he would never dare overstepping where he knows he would be cut off. He thrives on breaking confinements, on acting like the uncontainable presence that he is, but even then he does have limits that he only ever surpassed when he didn't have any care for them, himself, or anyone else, for that matter.

Dazai steps in front of him quietly.

Chuuya closes his eyes.

Dazai’s fingers are cold when they graze the skin of his cheek.

It's a déjà-vu.

Bittersweet.

He tilts Chuuya's face upwards, to watch him, to properly hold the weight of him in his palm when his head lolls to the side, indulging him. Vulnerable, weirdly so. Out of character, if Dazai didn't know any better. If he didn't know him any better.

«Is this what you meant… earlier.» Chuuya's hushed question is interjected by an exhale, something soft that betrays him when it leaves his mouth.

«Yes.»

Dazai sounds calm. He is, Chuuya believes, even when he feels the ever so slight tremble of his fingers as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear before holding his jaw once more.

«Why.»

Dazai stays silent for a beat, he doesn't immediately respond, like he's thinking if he should confess it – like a sin, really, something so unspeakable that it'd make his crimes grow paler in comparison to the scarlet emotion that swirls within him.

Within them.

«I enjoy having you in a position where you can give up your power to me.»

Chuuya’s eyebrows pinch together when he speaks. «You want me to submit to you.»

«Sort of, but not quite.»

«How so?»

Dazai hums, reflective. Then he sighs, and emits a soft sound once more, deep in his throat, something pleased. «I don't want you to, not really. I wouldn't make you. It only makes sense if you do it willingly, do you understand?» Chuuya only barely shakes his head. Dazai thinks that he does, really, he understands, but that's Chuuya's only way to get more words out of him, so he complies. «I wouldn't force you to allow that power into my hands. I would want you to do it of your own accord, consensually. Like that time.»

«You get more insane each time we meet.» Chuuya doesn't mean a single word of what he speaks.

Dazai knows it, and he chuckles, breathy. «It’s the unbounded, blind trust. The way you let me in control, over something delicate and crucial, like your life.»

«It’s because I know you’ll be there.»

Dazai shakes his head, even though Chuuya still has his eyes closed and can't see him. «You didn't know, back then. The chances I had already died were high. But you still did it.»

«I knew.»

«How?»

«I just did.» and it's resolutive, leaving no space for further countering.

«Alright.»

Dazai’s tone is gentle.

Chuuya is unusually pliant, especially when he's asked to open his eyes and obeys only after a few seconds of hesitation.

Dazai's head tilts to the side, and slowly he sinks, bending his knees until one of them is on the ground and he's kneeled between Chuuya's legs. His palm never left the side of his face. One of Chuuya’s hands is curled around his wrist.

«Dazai.»

Chuuya is the warning one, now, but the terrified tilt to it – unnoticeable, but then again Dazai does know him intimately – makes it ring dangerously between his eardrums like ultrasound.

«Oh, Chuuya.»

They breathe slowly, deeply, in unison.

Chuuya shivers and the goosebumps reach the top of his throat, below Dazai’s fingers. He feels them prickle and then disappear under the bandages around his wrist.

«Don’t.» Chuuya doesn't plead, but that's how he sounds. «Unless you mean it.»

Dazai's gaze flickers downwards, letting it wander loosely enough for it to be untamed. Chuuya's hold becomes tighter.

«Dazai.»

The sole name stands as everything he represents altogether.

Dazai nods, and leans closer.

Chuuya's mouth parts to ask again, to remind him, to make sure he's not playing – because Dazai is always fucking playing.

Not this time.

Warmth washes over him, making him tremble when he blinks, too close to Dazai’s to see his face. Too close, together in a kiss. He melts, suddenly, as he realizes. His eyes flutter close and his lips embrace Dazai’s, following his lead, because he doesn't know what he's doing – not because he has never, that wouldn't be the case. Rather, he's entranced. Lost, perhaps. Somewhere between that and given up.

It hits him, then.

How Dazai is cherishing him – him and the way he's allowing him to direct, to guide them through the intimacy they're sharing, until it's over.

They part and Chuuya feels tired. His head feels heavy, clouded, and he sighs before his forehead rests against Dazai’s humid lips, like it had over his thigh that night.

«Thank you, Chuuya.»

The words are whispered, begging to not disrupt the precarity of the delicate instance they're in.

Chuuya doesn't reply. However, his other hand also moves to touch Dazai. His fingers slip over the bandaged throat, they skim over the front until they hang around the back, below the nape, anchoring himself there.

It is, he thinks. Beautiful.

[shadyteacup]

I don’t know if you take requests but I just binge read your stuff so could I request a Soukoku Drabble it can be whatever you want as long as it’s fluff thank you have a nice day/night. Don’t force yourself to do this if you don’t want to or have no inspiration. <3

Hehe thanks for the request! This helped me break out of my writers block<3

Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara || Fluff

My Way Or The Highway

Dazai winced as his eyes were blinded by harsh, laser like beams.

He groaned and made his displeasure very evident, too.

“Ouch! My eyes have been burned!”

He covered both his eyes with his palms, wiggling dramatically in his bed.

A certain ginger sighed at the window, him being the culprit of the brunettes misery.

“Shut up, idiot.”

Chuuya further pulled the curtain apart, making Dazai gasp in horror.

“How could you do this to me?!”, he said, finally peeking from under his palms to give Chuuya a devastated look of betrayal.

Chuuya stood with his hands folded, giving Dazai a deadpan look.

“You need to get up and wash your stinky ass.”

Chuuya pulled at Dazai’s blanket, making the tall man shriek as the cold morning air hit his comfortably warm body.

Dazai rolled around on the bed, trying to find an ounce of warmth to curl into.

Chuuya, clearly irritated, decided to forcefully pull the manchild out of bed.

They both had work to do, and Chuuya hated being late.

He tried to yank Dazai’s feet, but Dazai’s limbs were flailing everywhere.

“Aaaa! Chuuya is kidnapping me!”, Dazai yelled, continuing his mindless wiggling on the bed.

Chuuya leaped at his leg again, only to be accidentally kicked in the head.

That was his breaking point.

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic!”, the red head yelled, finally losing his patience.

“Can’t you act fucking mature for once?!”

Dazai suddenly stopped his flailing, and froze. He looked up at Chuuya with wide eyes, not having expected him to raise his voice.

Chuuya immediately felt guilt stab his heart as he realised what he had done, and felt even worse when he saw the slow build up of tears in Dazai’s eyes.

“Shit shit shit, I’m so sorry love..”

He hurriedly climbed onto the bed and hugged Dazai. Dazai smushed his face into the crook of Chuuya’s neck, sniffling timidly.

Chuuya felt immense pain as he heard Dazai cry softly, and weaved his fingers in Dazai’s soft brown locks to comfort him.

“I’m so sorry. I know you were just being silly, I was so angry for nothing.”

Chuuya went on to explain everything that had happened at work yesterday and how he was frustrated and tired, and maybe that’s why he suddenly yelled at Dazai.

“I know that this is not a valid reason in any way, but I just thought that you should know.. And that I wasn’t mad because of you, and-“

Dazai listened to the ginger ramble on, guilt evident in the tone of his voice. He smirked into his hair, away from Chuuya’s view as he realised that he really had his lovely chibi wrapped around his finger.

Dazai suddenly flipped the both of them, surprising Chuuya as his back hit the mattress.

“What the-“

Dazai hovered over the ginger, a smirk evident on his smug face.

“This is going to be your apology, chibi.”, he said, eyeing Chuuya’s wide ocean eyes, and admiring the slight blush on his freckled cheeks.

Dazai traced a finger along Chuuya’s lips, making them involuntarily part. He invaded the gingers mouth, lightly pressing down on his tongue, reigniting memories from the night before, making Chuuya blush a deep shade of red.

Dazai chuckled, “Your face matches your hair.”

Chuuya looked away, embarrassed. His breathing deepened in anticipation. If this was how he had to apologise, then he’d yell at the brunette everyday, he thought.

Suddenly, Dazai collapsed on top of him, getting comfortable before snoring.

Chuuya was left stunned.

“Did.. did you do all that just to get more sleep?!”

Chuuya’s shocked question was met with sound snores and a hidden cheeky smirk.

Chuuya sighed as he, too, got comfortable.

There was no way he could do anything that his tall idiot didn’t want to do.

I guess I’m going to have to skip work today, he thought, smiling fondly at the brunette sleeping on his chest.

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this did better than i thought it would on twitter, so here: a mini soukoku drabble!!

soukoku who used to pretend to get engaged every time they went out to eat, but haven't done it again since dazai left, despite still meeting regularly.

tonight, when chuuya kneels and pulls out a ring, dazai swoons just like he always did, then scolds chuuya when they leave.

"I thought the salary of an executive would easily cover dessert, even at a fancy place," he sing-songs, skipping ahead. "anyway, you should warn me next time, chibi, so I can make it look more realistic."

when he gets no snappy reply, dazai turns to see that chuuya has this funny look on his face. it's one he rarely uses, and it takes dazai aback- chuuya doesn't look like he does when he reads a poem that hurts, or the dog has just died in a movie, but those are the first examples dazai's brain dredges up from its depths. chuuya looks... quietly devastated.

something clicks in dazai's mind. it's that same look he wears like a badge of honour on his yearly cemetary visits. the same look he's directed toward dazai once or twice- but no, he thinks, glancing down to take in his appearance- he's not hurt this time.

something else clicks, a puzzle piece snapping into place, a checker clacking down onto a board. dazai's mouth falls open. "that was REAL?!! "

mwehehe :3

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married soukoku au but they married in secret at like 17-18 years old at first for fun then took it very seriously (when they were alone)

and then dazai defecting from the mafia, and he wants to go home because it’s where all his stuff is…but soukoku had moved in with each other at some point, and chuuya’s probably there waiting angrily for him

so he stays away, at hotels or crashing in random people’s houses until he deems it safe, and mostly because he thinks chuuya’s at work and his initial plan is to grab his things and go, but chuuya is right there and catches him immediately (dazai definitely knew he wasn’t at work but told himself he didn’t because why would he even want to see chibi he wasn’t in the mafia anymore anyway and what did it matter and …ok maybe he did want to see chuuya but that’s not important)

and chuuya ties dazai down or tapes him to the wall or whatever other form of restraint he can think of and demands an explanation

anyway a few days later they’re happily cuddling in bed and chuuya gets up, saying he’ll make them breakfast and over some coffee and toast he asks dazai if he’s planning on finding work eventually and dazai just shrugs, but he probably will in all due time, and chuuya nods and gets himself ready for work, and dazai wonders how he ever made it out in one piece but then again this is chuuya and he somehow ended up understanding dazai’s frantic ‘i need to leave the mafia that is what odasaku would’ve wanted from me except i don’t know what i’m doing but i’m still leaving’ departure and agreed to not let dazai’s presence slip into the knowledge of mori and equally let him still live here

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Ashes left Behind

A small drabble based on Dazai leaving the PM

The flames erupted before him, engulfing the car that held so many memories. He knew that at some point, in the near future, he would stand here in this exact spot. Those same memories resurfacing, along with the complicated emotions that accompanied those exact memories. The arguments, the jokes, the late night conversations on the way home from jobs that left them without sleep for days on end, and even the confessions. 

Anger. 

That would be the initial emotion.  Chuuya always felt emotions so strongly and they were so beautiful but this time Dazai would not be there to witness it. 

Dazai never would admit it, but he sometimes envied Chuuya for the ability to feel so strongly. Emotions could easily be argued to be both a blessing and a curse, with each side only seeing the blessings that the opposite side was able to secure. It was a quality that once again made them opposites. Another thing that they both understood about the other but also allowed for another subject of tension between them. 

Chuuya would quickly piece everything together. It wouldn't take long and he wished he could tell Chuuya that he was sorry. He was so sorry for what he was about to put him through. 

He knew the Mafia wouldn't take his actions lightly, and there would be consequences as a result even if he himself wasn't there to receive the brunt of it. 

Dazai had wished so desperately that he could have given some sort of explanation to him. He had spent the last week contemplating Ango’s advice on leaving no evidence of the intent to defect. It seemed cruel to leave behind the only person he could trust. 

The only person he could love.

In the end, it was probably for the best. If Chuuya was angry enough, he wouldn't bother looking for him. It hurt to know that Chuuya would truly hate him after this. 

Anger.

Disbelief. 

Pain. 

Betrayal. 

Resentment

A loss of security. 

Dazai would no longer be there to save him. Corruption could easily engulf and steal Chuuya away from him, forever this time. He wouldn't be there to save him, to watch and be mesmerized by the incredible power that he holds within him before relieving him of such a burden. 

“Im so sorry” 

Dazai walked away. The flame roaring behind him, his back slowly getting colder the further he got. 

The warmth left him cold. 

Alone.

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Dazai visits Chuuya after Chuuya used Corruption to save him (Chuuya's POV)

Takes place immediately after Dead Apple

tags: hurt/comfort, soukoku's version of fluff, Chuuya has chronic pain

Every time Chuuya activated Corruption, it took him a little longer to recover. When he was younger, he'd sleep it off in a few hours. The last couple of times, it had taken him maybe a day or two.

It had been three days since he'd defeated that dragon and saved Dazai's ass, and his entire body still felt like it had been crushed beneath the pressure of his own ability.

It was absolutely brutal.

He'd definitely exceeded the recommended dose of painkillers over the last seventy-two hours, and though they did help a bit, it still wasn't enough. His head throbbed and his muscles burned and his bones ached and it took every ounce of effort he had to get out of bed and force himself to eat something.

All he had left in the fridge was some leftover rice and a half empty bottle of white wine, and cooking was the last thing he wanted to do right now. He opted for the rice, popping the lid off the container and grabbing a pair of chopsticks and bringing everything with him over to the couch where he all but fell against the cushions with a groan.

He'd just taken his first bite when there was a knock at the door.

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

It crossed his mind to play absent, to let whoever was here think he wasn't home so they would go away and just leave him the fuck alone while he wallowed in his post-Corruption agony.

"Chuuuuuyaaa," came a sing-song voice from outside, another knock following suit.

Oh he was definitely pretending that he wasn't home.

"I know you're in there," Dazai said. "I can feel you pouting."

Damn it all to hell.

"Go to hell you goddamn coat rack."

"But Chuuya," he pressed, "I come bearing gifts."

Gifts? What the hell could shitty Dazai have possibly brought him?

He pondered it for a moment before ultimately deciding that this was a losing battle. Chuuya was either going to let Dazai in or Dazai was going to eventually let himself in.

He set the rice down on the coffee table and pushed himself up with a grunt, dragging himself over to the front door. And he must've been in worse shape than he thought because the moment he opened the door, Dazai's stupid smile faded a little.

Just a little.

But it was enough.

"Please don't," Chuuya said before Dazai could comment on his appearance.

"Don't what?"

"Just. Don't." He scrubbed a hand over his face. "Not today."

They stood there in silence for a moment as Chuuya held his breath.

Eventually, Dazai held up a brown paper bag. "In the mood for some carbonara?"

Chuuya was always in the mood for carbonara, and shitty Dazai knew that, but Chuuya was not in the mood for company, and Dazai probably knew that, too.

It was then that Chuuya's stomach growled and he remembered the cold white rice he was about to eat.

Begrudgingly, he stepped aside, allowing Dazai to enter.

It was also then that he realized how dark his apartment was. He'd kept all the blinds closed and the lights off because everything hurt and the light hurt, but if Dazai had something to say about it, he kept it to himself. Which was unsettling.

Was Chuuya dreaming?

"I figured you were still wallowing," Dazai said, setting the bag down on the coffee table next to the sad leftovers. "I haven't heard from you since you passed out in my lap."

There it was.

"That was not by choice, asshole," Chuuya snarled, limping back over to sit on the couch. "You held me down."

Dazai sat on the other side. "You looked pretty comfortable to me."

Chuuya could feel himself getting worked up, the pain increasing. "Dazai," he warned, rubbing at his temple.

"What?" Dazai continued. "It's not like it was the first time you've ever-"

"I should have left you to die."

"Well if you'd've done that, you'd be dead, too."

"Not the worst thing in the world right now."

Dazai paused at that and gave Chuuya this look.

Was that pity?

"I swear to god, if you-"

"I never got to thank you," Dazai said, cutting him off.

Chuuya froze, still trying to decide whether or not this was a dream.

"You saved me," Dazai continued. "You're always saving me, Chuuya." He slid the paper bag across the table. "So. Thank you."

Chuuya's chest felt warm. He stared down at the bag then back up at Dazai. "That's not poisoned, is it?"

Dazai gasped. "Chuuya! So soon after what happened to me? Consider a guy's feelings."

"You're so fucking full of it."

Dazai smirked. "You want me to take the first bite?"

He grabbed the paper bag, holding it away from Dazai. "Don't fucking touch it."

"I brought it for both of us."

Chuuya thought for a moment before setting the bag back down. "I guess," he uttered, "I guess I owe you one, too. For," he stared down at his hands, "saving me."

Dazai hummed in acknowledgement. "Has Chuuya gone soft?"

"Dick," Chuuya said, softly punching Dazai in the arm.

Dazai chuckled. "You're so easy."

Chuuya felt his cheeks go hot, and he wanted to scream, but he was also starving, and if it meant sharing a meal with Dazai to eat some delicious carbonara in his time of need, then.

Well, he guessed it also wasn't the worst thing in the world right now either.