#soukoku drabble

[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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[kodzumaru]

"don't get up, it's comfortable like this." dazai mumbles, his limbs completely wrapped around chuuya's torso, his legs squeezing the latter’s waist and his arms around his neck.

chuuya scoffs and chuckles, because it’s unusual to hear dazai voicing his thoughts and needs: he usually stays silent and hopes chuuya will just understand, as he always does.

[asherrrrri]

I had a dream where Chuuya was talking to a woman (idk if Kouyo or a random woman)about his husband/bf (dazai) that cheated on him and the woman was like "that son of a bitch! When did that happen dear?

And Chuu like "five years ago"

"That was when you started dating ??? Wdym" she says, "Yeah I know but it happen years ago. And it was once"

And Dazai, that was there the entire time, was surprised Cuz he didn't think that chuuya would know about that, but he didn't pay attention to it and faked a innocent smile.

"How can you still be with him if he cheated on you since the beginning, u know that probably it will happen again"

Of course it wasn't just a one time thing, it happen a thousand times. And chuuya knows it but he acts like he doesn't.

Because he still has hope in That bastard, in the love that he promised to him, in the trust that they developed in those years.

So he played dumb, acting like he doesn't know, but planning. Planning his revenge against that bastard who betrayed him, he isnt going to let it slid again.

But in the mother hand, dazai loves chuuya. He REALLY LOVES HIM but he slept with a lot of women ?? Like he's fucking stupid but he's genuinely head over heels for him.

Idk in my dream it has sense

[whathorselegs]

Early relationship Dazai coming home to find Chuuya already asleep in bed and being overcome with fondness.

Dazai sneaking into the bed, carefully maneuvering his way in-between Chuuya's arms and snuggling up to his chest, feeling secure in his arms. Being held is something he wants but isn't brave enough to ask for yet.

Him doing this several times. It doesn't happen often that Chuuya is already asleep, but when it does, Dazai doesn't pass up the opportunity. Chuuya asks why Dazai doesn't wake him when he gets in, but Dazai never says the real reason.

One time he does this and as he's settling against the warmth of Chuuya's skin, he feels the sensation of fingers brushing through his hair.

Chuuya was awake and he'd said nothing as Dazai had crept onto the bed and pulled his arms around him. Nothing as Dazai had pressed his face against his chest and let out an obvious contented sigh. Nothing as he'd tried to make himself smaller to fit closer to the comforting safety of Chuuya's body.

He tenses as Chuuya laughs softly. "This what you've been doing?"

"No," He replies, too embarrassed to think of any of his normal witty comebacks to save him now.

But Chuuya doesn't make fun of him or push him away. He's not repulsed by this display of vulnerability like the darker thoughts of Dazai's mind would have had him believe.

Instead he nestles closer to Dazai, wrapping his arms around him, securing him against his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of Dazai's head and mumbles, "Could've just asked."

From that day on Dazai doesn't ask, because he doesn't need to, when he comes home Chuuya welcomes him into his arms.

(New Dramatic Dazai side effect unlocked: Now he has no problem theatrically draping himself across Chuuya with a whole "woe is me" speech prepared when he's not been given enough attention.)

[kamapon]

Happy belated Valentine's

[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.

[rae-writes]

what could've been

soukoku x reader

wc : 0.4k

warnings : none, skk giving me fEElinGS, it's not [exactly] angst but it still makes you wanna *throw table* yk??

synopsis : sweet dreams and reality

a/n : inspired by kayssuxx -> ‘if only’ sskk art on tiktok

“Kunikida is going to have your ass if he finds you slacking again~” You sang-song with a smile as you entered the cozy coffee shop that resided beneath the Agency office. The sight of Osamu’s relaxed face, foam coating his upper lip, made your heart swell. 

The brunette licked the mess off his face with a grin, standing up with a dramatic flair before bounding over to you, “Not if he doesn’t catch me! What Kunkida doesn’t know won’t kill him!...probably.” 

“Because I keep covering for you.” Chuuya’s voice rings out pleasantly in the quiet shop, tone both exasperated and amused. His red hair contrasts the beige color palette he wore beautifully, giving a lighter air to him. 

Your heart thudded against your ribcage as you watched them share a kiss before they both turned to you and pressed their lips to your cheek. Your fingers curled in the material of Chuuya’s turtleneck, breathy giggle escaping as you returned their affections. 

“C’mon, let’s take our stuff up to the office or else Kunikida will have all of our asses.”

Dazai gave a bubbly laugh and snaked his arm around Chuuya’s waist, mouthing off about something, but you were too busy focusing on how bright the redhead’s eyes were as he playfully bantered back with Osamu and held out his hand for you to come closer.

As the three of you trudged upstairs to the Armed Detective Agency’s office, it felt like you were floating with how many butterflies swirled around in your chest.

⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

With the haze of your dream-addled mind wanting desperately to go back to sleep so it could continue, it was difficult for you to begin waking up. 

The light peeking through your curtains told you it was day, as did the sounds of your boyfriends bantering playfully while they got ready. Hearing your name being thrown around forced your eyes to flutter open, ears finally picking up on Chuuya’s voice as you slowly sat up in bed. 

“Come onnn, Doll, ‘n wake up! If I’m late again, the boss will have my ass and you know I hate not seeing you before I leave—“ Chuuya’s eyes widen at your glassy eyes and at the singular tear that streaks down your cheek. 

His sudden silence immediately alerted Dazai, who’d poked his head out of the bathroom to see what was going on, before rushing to your side. “Belladonna? What’s wrong?” 

“Ah…” You blink, fingers brushing away the wetness from your cheek; you hadn’t even realized you were crying. “I’m alright…just..” 

The sight of Chuuya in his typical mafia wear brought you back to reality, forcing a weak laugh from you as you tried to ease their worries (and the faint ache in your heart for what could’ve been). 

“Just a dream, is all…”

[noose-lion]

Imagine this.

You walk out of a store. There's a woman standing there with a baby stroller. She asks you for money in the softest most unthreatening voice. "Would you be a dear and spare a few bucks?"

You get your wallet out. You are about to hand the money over to her, she's blinking at you with large brown eyes lined with tears. You hear a shout. "Don't give him any money, the baby isn't real!!!"

A short ginger comes flying into frame. He kicks the the stroller like a soccer ball. It goes flying. What you thought was a real baby is a small garbage bag swaddled in a old blanket with a doll head glued to the top.

You put your money away.

The woman groans and throws down a wig. "Dammit Chuuya, you messed everything up!!!"

"Stop trying to scam people, you-"

You walk backwards back onto the store.

[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.

[warabidakihime]

A Love Discovered in the Darkest of Times

Characters: Chuuya x Reader x Dazai

Synopsis: Sometimes, the love we seek has been right in front of us all along, waiting for us to see it clearly.

A/N: Don't mind me. I'm just taking advantage of the sudden surge of creativity and inspiration in my veins. :D

Also, I'm a sucker for happy endings.

Read the first part first here: Part 1: Love's Melancholy Farewell

--

Several months had passed since Chuuya and you parted ways, each carving out separate paths in their lives. Chuuya immersed himself in the demanding tasks assigned by the Port Mafia's leader, Mori Ougai, while you took the necessary time to heal. The initial three months proved to be the most challenging for you, with countless nights spent shedding tears and drowning sorrows in alcohol.

During one particularly difficult night, you found yourself succumbing to the temptation to reach out to Chuuya. In a drunken haze, you called him, offering apologies for the pain you caused and desperately pleading for another chance.

Chuuya was taken aback as he answered the phone, recognizing your voice on the other end. Her words were slurred, and the pain in her voice tugged at his heart. "Y/N? Is that you?" he asked, trying to maintain composure.

"Chuuya, I'm sorry," you slurred. "I'm so sorry for hurting you. I didn't mean to break your heart."

Chuuya's grip on the phone tightened. "It's alright, Y/N. We both needed time apart," he managed to say, though his heart conflicted.

"But I miss you so much," you continued. "I miss your smile, your laugh, and your touch. I miss everything about you."

Chuuya felt a pang in his heart. "Y/N, please don't do this. You're drunk, and you don't know what you're saying," he said, his voice breaking.

"No, Chuuya. I know exactly what I'm saying. I love you, Chuuya. I've always loved you," you confessed, sobbing.

Chuuya's heart skipped a beat. "Y/N, I..." he trailed off, uncertain.

"Please, Chuuya. Give me another chance. I promise I won't mess things up again. I love you so much," you pleaded.

Chuuya felt his resolve faltering. "Y/N, please... don't do this. We're not good for each other. You know that," he said, his voice laced with sorrow.

Your voice was slurred, clearly heavily intoxicated. "But Chuuya, I love you. I need you. Please," you begged.

Chuuya's throat tightened. "Y/N, you need to stop. You're drunk. Rest and take care of yourself," he pleaded, his voice breaking.

You were about to speak, but Chuuya couldn't bear it anymore. He hung up, tears streaming down his face as he cried for the love he couldn't have.

Chuuya buried his face in his hands, body shaking with sobs. He wanted to be with you, but he couldn't ignore the pain you had caused him. "Why did you have to call me now, Y/N? Why did you have to make me relive everything again?" he shouted to no one.

The room shook as Chuuya unintentionally activated his ability, unleashing his fury on the walls. "Damn it, Y/N! Why did you have to do this to me?!" he screamed, his voice hoarse and raw with emotion.

He collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down his face. "I want to be with her, but I can't forget everything she's done," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Chuuya spent the entire night engulfed in a tumult of emotions, the weight of your feelings too heavy to decipher. As he scrolled through his phone, images of you stared back at him, each one reopening wounds that refused to heal. Tears streamed down his face unchecked.

In a sudden surge of frustration, he hurled his phone across the room, watching it shatter against the unforgiving wall. "Damn it!" he yelled, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and despair. Rising to his feet, he kicked the wall repeatedly, his foot growing numb, and his knuckles bloodied.

"Why am I like this?" he asked, voice cracking. "Why can't I just let you go? Why do I still love you after everything you've done to me?" Another punch to the wall echoed his inner turmoil. Collapsing onto the floor once more, he succumbed to the waves of sorrow shaking his body.

Chuuya remained in that agonizing state, time slipping away unnoticed as misery and self-loathing consumed him. When he finally lifted his head, the gentle morning sunlight bathed his room. Sitting there on the floor, drained and helpless, his heart continued its feeble yearning for you.

-

Nearly a year had passed since you returned to Yokohama after an extended mission abroad that you had actively proposed. Despite the time away, the weight of your pain lingered. Training and casual encounters with strangers served as distractions, but nothing could erase the memory of your heartbreak.

Seated at the bar, nursing your drink, a guy sidled up beside you. His charming smile and engaging conversation about jobs and favorite movies drew you in. Laughter ensued, creating a momentary escape.

"Can I buy you another drink?" he asked, his hand brushing against yours.

A thrill surged through you at his touch. "Sure, why not?" you replied, your heart racing.

As the conversation deepened, so did the flirting. Leaning closer, your eyes locked in a heated gaze. A shiver of desire ran through you as his hand trailed up your arm.

"Let's go somewhere more private," he whispered, his lips hovering over yours.

You nodded, and they made their way to a hotel room. Once alone, you started to kiss. Initially, your thoughts drifted to Dazai, but soon, they veered to Chuuya. Tears streamed down your face, but you didn't stop. You needed this, a brief respite from the haunting memories.

Amid the continued intimacy, a sob escaped you. The guy pulled back, concerned. "Hey, are you okay?"

Taking a deep breath, you forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just... I'm just a little emotional right now."

Concern filled his eyes, but you leaned in and captured him for another round of searing kisses, it was your attempt to distract yourself. As you moved together, tears fell again, but you pressed on. Anything to feel something other than pain and heartbreak.

Afterward, lying on the bed, catching your breath, tears still streamed down your face. Hollow inside, the fleeting pleasure did nothing to ease the gnawing pain in your heart. As the guy left without a word, disappointment in yourself settled in.

You sat up, contemplating calling Chuuya, finger hovering over his number on the screen. Should you? Would he even want to talk after all this time? With a deep sigh, you placed the phone back on the bedside table, lying down again, the weight of your pain still heavy upon you.

The next morning, you left the hotel and headed down to the lobby. Surprise struck you when you saw Dazai there, talking to Kunikida. They were likely on a mission together. The air was knocked from your chest at the sight of the man who was once the love of your life. Initially, happiness flickered, but it soon dissipated, replaced by rage and hurt. Not ready for a confrontation, you tried to avoid them, but Dazai saw you and called out your name. Turning to face him, your heart raced with anger and fear.

"What do you want?" you snapped.

Dazai held up his hands in a placating gesture. "I just wanted to say hello. It's been a long time."

You scoffed. "Yeah, it has. And it's been even longer since you broke my heart and abandoned me."

Dazai sighed. "Can we talk somewhere else?"

After a few seconds, the detective managed to convince you, and you followed him to a quiet alleyway, your heart still racing with anger and fear. You knew this conversation was going to hurt, but you had to know the truth.

"So? What happened, Dazai?" you demanded. "Why did you leave me?"

Dazai looked pained as he spoke. "You know why, Y/N. After Odasaku died, I couldn't stay in the mafia anymore. I had to leave, and I couldn't take you with me. It wasn't safe."

"You could have at least told me," you said through gritted teeth. "You could have given me a choice."

"I didn't want to put you in danger," Dazai replied. "I thought the mafia was where you belonged."

A wave of anger washed over you. "How dare you decide what's best for me! You had no right to leave me like that!"

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Dazai said, his voice softening. "I never wanted to hurt you. But I had to do what I thought was best."

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "You don't get to decide what's best for me. I can take care of myself."

Dazai reached out to touch you, but you flinched away. "Y/N, please. I still care about you."

Turning away, your voice trembling, you said, "I don't want to hear it. You broke my heart, Dazai. And you left me with nothing."

Silence fell between you, and you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you were about to say next.

"Chuuya was there for me when you weren't," you said. "He understood me, and he accepted me. He loved me more than you ever did."

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes as memories of Chuuya flooded your mind. His unconditional love, constant support, and non-judgmental acceptance of your flaws came rushing back. You thought about the times he held you close, wiping away your tears, reassuring you that everything would be okay. Recollections of how he prioritized your needs over his own and willingly endured harm to protect you filled your thoughts.

As you spoke, tears streamed down your face—not just tears of pain or guilt but tears of realization. Finally understanding your true feelings, you admitted, "I am in love with Chuuya. I love him with all my heart, and I can't imagine a life without him. He loved me unconditionally, even when I pushed him away. And I am so stupid for doing so.”

The biggest realization hit you, "I love him more than anything in this world."

Silence hung between you and Dazai. Opening your eyes, you met his regretful gaze, but you no longer cared about his judgment. You now knew what you wanted, and nothing was going to stand in your way. With a determined look, you walked out of the dark alleyway, disregarding Dazai. Despite the hurt he caused, he silently wished you well, sending his most genuine good luck.

It wasn't much, considering the pain he inflicted, but it was better than nothing. He genuinely hoped for your happiness, even if it meant letting you go.

As you walked down the street, thoughts of Chuuya consumed your mind. Your finger hovered over his number on your phone screen, conflicting emotions rushing through you. Uncertain if you were ready to reach out after everything that happened, your heart raced at the thought of him. Stopping in your tracks, the overwhelming feeling inside you couldn't be contained. A silly grin spread across your face as thoughts of the redhead filled your mind, both scared and excited at the same time.

-

Several days had passed since your encounter with Dazai, and you couldn't shake Chuuya from your thoughts, despite your efforts to distract yourself. Hours were spent staring at your phone, contemplating whether to call him or not. Each time you picked it up, fear gripped you, preventing the call.

Days turned into weeks, and your anxiety and guilt intensified. The nagging feeling persisted—had you missed your chance with Chuuya? Was he now happy with someone else? You hesitated, not wanting to disrupt his life and complicate things after everything that unfolded between you.

Even as you tried to convince yourself it was for the best, your heart ached with longing and regret. You missed Chuuya's laughter, his smile, and his touch. The way he looked at you lingered in your mind, as if you were the most important person in the world.

One night, unable to sleep, you finally made a decision. You knew you had to talk to Chuuya, to express your feelings and apologize for everything and well, hope for the best.

-

You stood outside Chuuya's office at the Port Mafia headquarters, your hand poised to knock on the door. Each attempt to summon the courage ended in a retreat. An hour had passed, spent pacing in front of the building, trying to muster the nerve to face Chuuya.

The need to talk to him, to express your feelings and apologize, lingered in your mind. Yet, every attempt to knock on the door faltered as nerves took over, causing you to back out each time.

Footsteps approached from inside the building at one point, prompting panic. You ran to hide behind a nearby utility closet, waiting in anticipation. The minutes felt like ages, heart racing with fear. Eventually, the footsteps faded away, and you peeked out from behind the storage closet, relieved that you hadn't been caught.

You knew you couldn't keep stalling forever, but the fear remained insurmountable. All you could do was keep trying, hoping that eventually, the courage to face Chuuya would find its way to you.

-

Chuuya found himself deep within a rival organization's stronghold, on a mission assigned by Mori Ougai to gather vital intel. His stealthy entrance, owing to exceptional fighting skills and the gravity-manipulating ability, "For the Tainted Sorrow," went unnoticed. However, a moment of carelessness led to an ambush. Surrounded by heavily armed guards wielding weapons designed to counter ability users, Chuuya faced a formidable challenge.

Remaining composed, he knew he had to act swiftly. Focusing his energy, he activated his ability, shifting the gravity around him and catching the guards off balance. Seizing the opportunity, he engaged in a fierce battle, combining martial arts prowess with the manipulation of gravity.

The fight was intense, and despite his best efforts, Chuuya found himself outnumbered. Each blow he delivered drained his energy, but he refused to yield. The mission had to be completed.

Finally overcoming the last guard, Chuuya paid the price with severe injuries. His wounds bled profusely, and awareness of the urgency to escape gripped him. Stumbling out of the building, weakened by the ordeal, he collapsed on the ground.

Meanwhile, you received a message from Mori, urging you to assist Chuuya as reinforcements alongside a few mafia goons. Recognizing this as an opportunity to reunite with him without things becoming too awkward, you willingly accepted the orders. Arriving just in time, you witnessed Chuuya lying on the ground, barely conscious.

Without hesitation, you sprang into action, using your own abilities to repel the enemy. Yet, the opposition was overwhelming, and the fight grew increasingly fierce. Unaware of your presence, Chuuya fought valiantly for survival.

As the enemy closed in, you realized you had to get Chuuya to safety. Lifting him up, you began to carry him away, but the enemy was relentless. Surrounded on all sides, your situation became dire.

With no other option, you summoned your ability, unleashing a powerful wave of energy that pushed back their attackers. Running toward safety, Chuuya's grip on consciousness continued to slip. You, determined to save him, used all your strength to carry him towards the Port Mafia headquarters.

-

Finally, they arrived at their destination, and you handed Chuuya over to the medical team. Anxious, you watched as they worked tirelessly to save his life, utilizing their expertise to treat his severe injuries.

As you waited, your mind raced with worry and fear. Chuuya had never appeared so badly hurt, intensifying your concern for his life.

Sitting by Chuuya's side, you waited for him to wake up. Watching him sleep, you realized the depth of your feelings for him. It became clear that you couldn't conceal your emotions any longer. Even if he were to reject you, that was okay; expressing your most genuine feelings to the person you love was more important. Letting Chuuya know how you felt was more than enough for you.

Chuuya slowly opened his eyes, groaning in pain as he attempted to sit up. He winced, feeling the throbbing ache in his body. Surveying the room, he realized he was in a hospital at the Port Mafia headquarters. Memories of the mission flooded back, recalling how he was on the brink of death before someone saved him.

His eyes widened in shock as he noticed the sleeping figure by his bedside. Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed your injuries before. Staring at you, he did a double take to confirm that it was indeed you lying there.

You appeared peaceful in your sleep, but the bruises on your face and the bandages on your hands served as stark reminders of the danger you both faced. Guilt washed over Chuuya. He never liked seeing you hurt like this.

Continuing to gaze at you, a mix of emotions overwhelmed him. Gratitude for saving his life, worry for your injuries, and an indescribable feeling. Though aware of your skill as a fighter, seeing you injured highlighted your vulnerability.

Chuuya's eyes flickered to your face, and he couldn't resist reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your forehead. His fingers lingered on your soft skin, and he let out a small sigh.

It had been so long since he had seen you, and he had missed you more than he could express. Yet, with you lying beside him, the reality of your situation and painful memories resurfaced.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over him. He yearned for you, wanting nothing more than to hold you close and never let go. The thought of what might have been made his heart ache. Fear of change between you and the possibility that you had moved on or didn't feel the same way haunted him.

The fear of rejection and the prospect of getting hurt again made him hesitate. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face the pain of losing you once more.

As he ran his fingers through your hair, a tear slipped down Chuuya's cheek. He quickly wiped it away, not wanting to wake you, but the yearning in his chest lingered.

As you stirred from your sleep, Chuuya was already wide awake, watching you with a mix of surprise and confusion. Lost in thought, he heard your movements and observed as you quickly sat up, scanning the room before your eyes eventually landed on him.

"Chuuya!" you exclaimed, relief and concern evident in your voice. "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

Taken aback by your sudden shift in demeanor, from deep sleep to frantic concern for his well-being, Chuuya cleared his throat before responding.

"I'm fine, Y/N," he said, his voice a bit raspy. "Thanks to you."

Your eyes softened as you looked at him. "I'm glad you're okay," you said, your voice filled with sincerity.

Chuuya felt his heart race at 

the sight of you, the way your eyes searched his face for any signs of pain or discomfort. It had been so long since he had seen you, and he had almost forgotten how much your presence affected him.

"Y/N..." Chuuya started, but the words caught in his throat. He wasn't sure what to say or even how to say it.

You reached out and touched his hand, interrupting his thoughts. "What is it?" you asked, your gaze unwavering.

Chuuya took a deep breath before speaking. "It's just...been a while," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded slowly. "Yeah, it has," you said softly, your eyes downcast.

The palpable silence that followed weighed on them, and Chuuya could feel the burden of their past pressing down. Taking a deep breath, he tried to think of something to say.

"So, how have you been?" he asked, hoping to break the tension.

You looked up at him, and for a moment, Chuuya was lost in your eyes. He could see the pain and sadness there, but he also saw something else—something that gave him hope.

"I've been...okay, I guess," you said, shrugging slightly. "I've been on a few missions, but nothing too exciting."

Chuuya nodded, grateful for the small talk. He knew that they needed to address their past, but he also knew that they needed to ease into it.

"And...how about you?" you asked, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips.

Chuuya felt warmth spread through him at your question. He had been so focused on you that he had forgotten about himself.

"I've been busy," he said with a chuckle. "Work's been crazy, as usual. But I can't complain."

You nodded, and the two of you fell into an awkward silence once more.

"I saw Dazai a few days ago," you suddenly said, breaking the silence. Chuuya tensed up at your words, but tried to keep his composure.

"Oh?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yeah," you continued. "I had a talk with him. I gave him a piece of my mind for leaving without a goodbye and how betrayed I felt. I even got angry for your sake."

Chuuya's heart skipped a beat at your last words. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I was angry that he left you too. You deserved a proper goodbye from him," you said, looking at him with a sympathetic expression.

“I see…”

“Yeah.”

You took a deep breath and looked directly at the redhead, "Chuuya, I need to tell you something," you said, your voice shaking.

Chuuya nodded, his expression serious.

"I...I just want to say how sorry I am," you continued, your voice breaking. "I was such a stupid person for wasting your love like that. I didn't deserve it, and I took it for granted. I hurt you so much, and I regret it every single day."

Tears streamed down your face as you spoke, your words filled with genuine remorse. "You didn't deserve any of it–I'm so sorry for hurting you. I know I can never make it up to you, but I just want you to know that I'm truly sorry."

Your sobs grew louder as you spoke, your emotions getting the best of you. Chuuya could see the pain and regret in your eyes, and he felt his heart soften towards you.

He reached out and pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as you cried. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered, rubbing your back gently. "I forgive you, Y/N. I forgave you a long time ago."

Silence enveloped the room as your sobs gradually subsided. Chuuya's heart ached witnessing your tears, yet a glimmer of relief surfaced. Finally, the weight of unspoken thoughts was being addressed.

"Hey now, don't cry like a baby," Chuuya teased, attempting to lighten the mood. "Your face is as red as a tomato." He chuckled at your muttered response of "Shut up."

Oh, how he missed you.

As your sobs quieted, Chuuya continued to hold you, reluctant to let go. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm. "I'm here for you."

You looked up at him, your eyes still watery. "Do you really forgive me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chuuya nodded. "Of course I do," he replied, his gaze softening. "We're okay."

Your eyes widened in surprise and relief, a small smile breaking through. "Thank you, Chuuya," you said, your voice cracking. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm grateful for it."

Before he could stop himself, Chuuya leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to deserve it," he murmured. "I'm giving it to you anyway."

You wiped away your tears, took a deep breath, and locked eyes with Chuuya. "I need to tell you something," you said, your voice hoarse from crying. "When I talked to Dazai, I realized something—something that I had been too blind to see before."

Chuuya's expression softened, and he reached out to take your hand. "What did you realize?" he asked gently.

"I realized that I love you, Chuuya," you declared, your voice filled with passion. "I love you more than anything in this world. But I was just too blind to see it, and I can't keep denying it anymore. I need you in my life, and I want to be with you."

Your confession left Chuuya in a state of disbelief. For so long, he poured his heart out to win your love, enduring the pain of your partial reciprocation and the near-fatal heartbreak caused by Dazai's presence. Now, you finally admitted your love for him.

Chuuya couldn't help but chuckle at your confession. "Took you long enough," he teased, a smile spreading across his face. "I mean, I'm way more attractive and charming than that idiot Dazai."

You pouted but later chuckled, your face flushed with happiness. "I know, I know," you replied, still wrapped up in his arms. "Better late than never, I guess?"

Chuuya scoffed playfully, "When you put it that way," he mumbled, his voice filled with mirth.

After a moment of silence, Chuuya gently took your hand in his and looked into your eyes. "Y/N," he said, his voice steady and sincere. "I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you tell me that you love me with all your heart. Can you say it again for me, please?"

You smiled softly and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Chuuya," you said, your voice soft and affectionate. "I love you. I've loved you for so long, but I didn't realize it until now. You're the one I want to be with and the one I want to share my life with. I love you more than anything."

Chuuya felt his heart swell with love and happiness as he looked into your eyes. "I love you too, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I always have, and I always will." You leaned in for another kiss, your love for each other filling the room.

As you lay in the hospital bed together, Chuuya and you exchanged soft whispers and gentle caresses. You had been through so much, but finally, you were together, your love stronger than ever before.

Looking at Chuuya, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. For the first time in your life, you knew you had found your true soulmate, the one person who completed you in every way.

And as you shared one last kiss before drifting off to sleep, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together, your love as unbreakable as the bond that held you together.

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Last part: Evermore in Your Arms

[chuuya-fan-page]

Chuuya hc:

Chuuya loves sending roses to the loved ones, especially THAT loved one :D and also he gets so flustered on the receiving side.

Chuuya had never really liked apologies, people lie, they manipulate and abuse. Apologies in Chuuya's experience have never been genuine, the words always empty. Words are virtually worthless and if you want to know what someone actually means, you'll watch them act.

So while Chuuya hates apologies, he doesn't mind gifts and favors as a replacement. When he was with the sheep it was usually food or a new jacket, but with the Mafia he almost never gets anything real. Kouyou sends people flowers as a way to show thanks, a habit Chuuya has picked up over the years as well.

He sends some to his ex partner after successful missions, at first he sent him spider lilies saying that they probably grow around him anyways. Now he sends roses.

He stopped expecting anything back from his ex partner years ago, not because Dazai doesn't care just that material things isn't how he shows it. He shows it through actions.

But today Chuuya came home to three roses on his nightstand. They were tied together with a gold thread and attached to a note, "I heard that slugs like flowers : )"

Hours later and Chuuya still doesn't know how to respond. He just keeps turning the flowers over in his hand.

-E

[intheticklecloset]

Hello! first of all I'm obsessed with your blog for real! I love your writings <3 I want to order a peppermint mocha with lee chuuya and ler dazai. They were having a snowball fight but Dazai was losing so he decided to use a little bit of cheating but it turns into a tickle fight which is Dazai is winning this time because he's going for chuuya's worst spot,make him scream with laughter and give up!! Thank youuuuu<3

❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️

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“YOHOHOHOHOHOU FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING CHEHEHEHEHEHEATER!!”

“I’m not cheating. This is strategy~”

Chuuya screeched with hysterical laughter, arms flailing, trying to grab onto anything he could to get this all to stop – Dazai’s coat, his wrists, his stupid face – anything! But all he could manage to do was lay there in the freezing snow and laugh himself hoarse, unable to roll away and escape this torture thanks to Dazai’s ingenious positioning.

The brunette curled his fingers into the redhead’s inner thighs, pressing in with just the right amount of vibration, and Chuuya nearly wheezed as another round of laughter overtook him. He grasped a handful of snow and tried to shove it in the detective’s face, but all that did was make Dazai’s playful gaze turn playfully wicked.

“Still trying to win the snowball fight, eh, chibi?”

“I HAHAHAHAHAHAHATE YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOU!!”

“Why don’t you give up? Then this will all be over, and I’ll be the winner, just as I should be.”

Despite his growing desperation to get out of this ridiculous position, Chuuya screamed, “LIKE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELL!!”

Dazai chuckled, and the sound only made the redhead panic even more. The next thing he knew there was pressure on his knees pinning his legs to the snow as well, and Dazai was leaning forward to kiss him, but he was still fucking tickling that goddamn spot—

Chuuya tried to wrench his mouth away so he could breathe, gasp for air, laugh his lungs out, but Dazai followed him relentlessly, never allowing him more than a split second between kisses that eventually descended to his neck just above his scarf.

“Give up, chibi?” Dazai teased into his ear before biting it playfully.

Chuuya was more than ready to give up – the tickling was driving him onto a whole other plane of existence, and he felt like if he didn’t get it to stop he was going to expire right here and now.

“STOP STOP FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING STOP DAHAHAHAHAHAHAZAI!!” Chuuya screamed, the desperation in his voice clear even to him, not that he cared about that right now. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T ANYMORE, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOP!!”

Mercifully, Dazai did in fact stop, immediately shifting his weight so he wasn’t pinning Chuuya but rather straddling him lightly, and he allowed the redhead a few moments to catch his breath and gain his bearings before leaning down to kiss him again and murmur, “I win~”

And Chuuya – thoroughly wiped out and beyond the capacity to fight back, his nerves still singing from the ticklish assault – managed only two words in response:

“Fuck. You.”

[kodzumaru]

“i’ve been looking everywhere for that shirt,” dazai said, pointing at chuuya and trying to accuse him of theft. the first few buttons were undone, and the sleeves ran loose on the shorter man’s arms, covering over half of his palms.

chuuya smiled, knowing the effect he had on dazai, “are you trying to say that you want it back?”

‘no,’ dazai thought, but shook his head before he could voice the silly admission that chuuya looked absolutely adorable in his clothes. out of defense, dazai refused to admit how attractive his partner was. “no, chuuya,” he started, “i’m just saying that it’s really not your color.”

“huh?” chuuya barked, the veins on his forehead popping out as he glared at dazai. he proceeded to unbutton the rest of the shirt, but before he could take it off, dazai stopped him.

“wait,” dazai said, signaling chuuya to wait by raising his finger. he then opened the wardrobe and threw another pair of his shirts to chuuya, who just observed his actions with a confused frown. “wear these instead.”

there was really nothing wrong with the color of the shirt chuuya was wearing, but there was also no way dazai was going to admit how good he looked. all dazai knew was that he’d do anything for chuuya to keep wearing his clothes.

[howlingtides]

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.

[mysticdevils]

love me till my lips turn blue

(ao3)

Other than the occasional coughing fit, Ryuu doesn’t make any noise in his sleep — he stays completely and utterly still.

It was odd and at first a bit off-putting, but thankfully Atsushi’s grown used to it over time. In fact, he would go so far as to say he’s felt grateful for it; it’s easy to tell when something is out of the ordinary.

Now is one of those times, because it tells Atsushi that Ryuu is awake. More than that, he’s thinking about something, which means Atsushi should wait for Ryuu to speak up instead of falling back asleep.

“Atsushi,” Ryuu eventually whispers. “Are you…”

When Ryuu trails off, Atsushi takes a brief moment to gather himself before he slowly sits up and turns to his side, resting his body weight on his elbow. “Awake?” he offers. Then he smiles. “I might be.”

Ryuu doesn’t startle at the suddenness of Atsushi’s response, but his eyes do widen a fraction. “Oh.”

“Oh,” Atsushi echoes. Then he raises an eyebrow and asks, “Did you want me to be? I can pretend to. Or you can have Rashomon knock me out — I won’t fight it.”

Ryuu squints at him, clearly unimpressed, before he sighs. “You don’t need to pretend,” he snaps, irritated, but his heart isn’t in it. “And Rashomon won’t hurt you anymore, you know that.”

He rolls his eyes. “And you know that the same thing goes for Byakko. It’s a moot point.” Then he gives a sigh of his own. “What’s wrong, Ryuu?”

Ryuu blinks rapidly. “What makes you think something’s wrong?”

Atsushi shrugs. “You make a certain face when something’s troubling you.”

“No I don’t,” Ryuu counters.

“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you — you know what? Never mind. I’ll take it back if you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong, Atsushi,” Ryuu says quietly. “I just…”

Atsushi waits a moment, but it’s clear Ryuu doesn’t plan to continue. Atsushi holds his gaze and prompts, “You just…”

Ryuu swallows. “I just wanted to tell you that I love you, I suppose.”

Atsushi feels his mouth open a bit and his eyes widen a bit. He can feel the moisture suddenly building behind them and his heart feels so full he’s afraid that it might burst out of his chest completely, because it isn’t often that Ryuu says those three words.

That isn’t to say that he feels Ryuu’s love any less, or that he feels like something’s missing. After all, Ryuu shows it all the time in subtle yet obvious ways, and that’s enough for Atsushi.

He shows it by refraining from asking Atsushi about his nightmares after Atsushi tells him that he doesn’t want to talk about them. He just holds Atsushi and stays silent.

He shows it by allowing Atsushi to help him through a coughing fit despite Gin telling him he hates being touched during them. He even goes so far as to let Atsushi help clean him up after the worst ones.

He shows it by insisting that he be the one to sleep closest to the door. (Atsushi is content to let him think that being closer to the door will change the fact that the moment any danger presents itself, Atsushi will be blocking Ryuu from sight before Rashomon can so much as begin to move.)

Which is what makes it ironic that whenever Ryuu does say it, Atsushi tends not to say it back. Not that he doesn’t want to, because he wants to more than anything, but he doesn’t because that’s not what Ryuu wants.

Ryuu doesn’t want him to because even if he doesn’t understand why Atsushi loves him, he doesn’t doubt that he does — after all, Atsushi says it all the time. What he does doubt is that Atsushi knows about his love.

So instead all Atsushi does lean forward, tuck a stray strand of hair behind Ryuu’s ear, and whisper, “I know.”

Because he does, and the smile Ryuu sends him in response tells Atsushi that he believes him.

[noose-lion]

Chuuya, after watching the Princess Bride late one night while half asleep on his three thousand dollar couch: Hmmm.

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Dazai: You should *insert meaningless vaguely insulting suggestion* Chuuya.

Chuuya: As you wish. *proceeds to swing a fist toward his face*