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luneariann · 7 months
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Short and sweet
Loosely based off this post!
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mackerel22 · 3 months
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Dazai: Valentine's day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant other and-
Chuuya: I wrote you a poem.
Dazai, already crying: You did???
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lil-vibes · 9 months
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chuuya kisses dazai's forehead like cat owners kiss their cats between the ears
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neontoad · 6 months
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Dazai doesn’t lie when he says he doesn’t have a favourite colour. 
One day he thinks it’s copper orange when he sees the way Chuuya’s hair shimmers in the fading sunset light.
Another day it’s azure, the colour he sees when he looks into Chuuya’s eyes after he snarls at him and calls him a mackerel, to which he responds: “If I’m a mackerel then you’re my sea, Chuuya.”
The very next moment Dazai changes his mind again — now his favourite colour is the pale pink of the blush creeping onto Chuuya’s cheeks when he hears this.
No, no, no. In fact, Dazai’s favourite colour is sienna brown — the colour of Chuuya’s freckles that never fail to come out in spring, signalling the end of the long winter.
No, it’s the bright green of Chuuya’s signature matcha he always makes for them when they’re enjoying their lazy Saturday morning in bed.
No, it’s the black of his choker that looks so elegant and classy on Chuuya’s slender neck.
No, it’s the shiny silver of their wedding rings. 
Dazai is okay with not having a favourite colour. 
After all, it’s hard to pick just one, now that his world went from dull grayscale to full-colour, his life painted with all shades of the rainbow and beyond. 
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chuuya4040 · 4 months
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— my love, the snow is melting and your heart is beautiful.
22!soukoku, christmas fic w fluff and angst, happy ending.
"You better keep the fuck out of my way, or I swear to fucking gods I will make your life a living hell that you’ll be begging for that pathetic fucking death you wish for.” Chuuya growls.
A sinister smile decorates Dazai's face, as if he were the Grinch himself. “Hm, sounds enticing~”
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The one where you are snowed in days before Christmas with the man you supposedly hate, forced to face the past and heal your heart with Christmas spirit.
link here
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dapperenby13 · 11 months
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Some soft soukoku
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the light within my ribs
3.3k, t, hurt/comfort & soft skk
“The moment that the room was immersed in bluish black, Chuuya’s ears filled with ringing and he was plunged back in time.”
Several times turning out the lights involved some level of angst, and one time that the darkness brought pure joy.
Read on Ao3 ✨
Inspired by Ocean Vuong quotes about darkness, light, and the monsters that dwell in both. Domestic Soukoku comfort each other and reflect on their pasts. Tags & details below.
Key Tags: Established Relationship, Character Study, Introspection, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Stormbringer Spoilers, Dazai-Typical Mentions, Sui. Ideation (vague), Sharing a Bed, Swearing, Flashbacks, Vulnerability, They both feel things but Chuuya POV
I went with a bit of an… experimental (?) style for this one, kicking off my "skk fics inspired by poetry" series. It is a tiny bit like a 5+1 fic, but not really? As per the tags, blend of domestic fluff, vaguely poetic angst, and emotional vulnerability.
Trying to spread out fic reposting, and hoping to share other content soon. I had... way too much fun trying to find aesthetics (free-use images from Pexels). If you read it, thanks, and I hope you enjoy!
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lotus-pear · 1 month
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hngghh domestic......
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originalartblog · 5 months
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He calls him small and little all the time, but when no one's looking, an old mocking nickname fondly makes a comeback
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caelanglang · 1 year
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The O(ccasionally)samu D(runk)azai
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chuuya-fan-page · 6 months
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dead apple brainrot
its the way that dazai's hand is always on chuuya's head post corruption when he's passed out on his lap, almost as a way to protect him. i seriously hate them.
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bro did this when they were 16 too.
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kill me.
-A
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luneariann · 5 months
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Aaa
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lil-vibes · 10 months
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hc that dazai loves to sneak his arms under chuuya's shirt and soak up all the warmth his skin provides and that chuuya loves, loves, loves to feel dazai's bare arms, scars and all, wrapped around him while they sleep or cuddle in bed
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neontoad · 4 months
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“One soul in two bodies”, people often say about Double Black. Chuuya calls bullshit on that. It’s ridiculous. But then why every time Chuuya comes to work after tossing and turning in bed all night unable to fall asleep, he sees that Dazai has dark circles under eyes as well? Why every time when Chuuya checks his phone at 3am, insomnia eating him alive, he sees that Dazai is online, too? Why does it feel like there is one more person wide awake in the sleeping city when Chuuya’s staring at the ceiling, as wakeful as ever?
One night, a message pops up on his phone.
🐟: You awake?
“Fuck off,” Chuuya mumbles to himself and turns the screen off. The night is quiet. The air still seems to be vibrating after the notification chime. He counts seconds.
Nothing disturbs the silence anymore.
The next day Dazai keeps yawning and stealing glances at Chuuya as they sit in another boring meeting. He ignores him, even though every time Dazai covers his mouth with his hand, Chuuya can’t help but yawn too.
He sleeps well that night. He knows Dazai does, too - he can tell by how stupidly annoying he is the next day. Chuuya knows well that only well-rested Dazai possesses such a ridiculous ability to get on Chuuya’s nerves in record time. He sleeps okay again. And again. And again. Chuuya even starts thinking that maybe he’s finally out of that cursed bout of insomnia. Seems like Dazai managed to get some sleep, too.
Until another night comes.
He’s exhausted - they have just finished a mission, the last one in a strenuous sequence, and the only thing Chuuya wants is to sleep until next week.
He can’t.
His phone chimes.
He doesn’t bother looking - he knows who’s texting him. Dazai’s insomnia is not his problem.
He lies with his eyes closed, hoping that maybe, just maybe he’ll be able to trick his brain into finally shutting down and letting him fall into Morpheus’ embrace, giving him the rest he so desperately needs. He doesn’t know how much time passes until he hears a knock.
“The fuck you want?” Chuuya grumbles, looking at Dazai miserably standing in the hallway of his apartment building.
“Just checking on my dear partner.”
“It’s 4 in the morning.”
“You make it sound like it’s a problem.”
“I was sleeping, you bastard.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Dazai yawns and Chuuya follows suit, stretching his sore muscles. Fuck this, he thinks. I’ll let him be. Without saying a word, he turns on his heel and marches to the kitchen. Dazai follows him and plops on the stool. He probably thinks he looks smug. He looks like shit.
“I’ll have a whiskey,” he croaks and smiles.
“Fuck off,” Chuuya says, pouring Dazai three fingers and sliding it across the table before stopping in front of his wine cabinet. That’ll do, he thinks and pours himself a glass of red.
“You know, chibi,” Dazai muses, watching the ice in his glass bob up and down, “I blame you.”
Chuuya takes a sip of wine. He wonders if he looks as stern as he hopes he is. Or does he, akin to Dazai, resemble a miserable stray dog? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t care.
“Whenever you can’t sleep, neither can I,” he continues. “It’s like we have some kind of invisible bond.”
Despite his fatigue, Chuuya can’t help but chuckle. Invisible bond! Dazai sure loves these stupid pretentious speeches. What an emo.
He downs his wine and goes to the living room. “Take your ass with your invisible bond to the couch,” he commands. “Let’s play.”
“It’s not a laughing matter!” Dazai whines but obeys, finishing his whiskey and leaving the cup on the table like the ungrateful pig he is.
Whiskey made him feel warm and fuzzy, making the unwelcoming sleepless night feel slightly less dire. Besides, playing video games with the slug is certainly a better pastime than tossing and turning on his old mattress. They play for a few hours, sleepiness going away as they keep beating each other in a video game, pushing each other with their shoulders and yelling at the top of their lungs.
Chuuya doesn’t care about his neighbours complaining - there’s no one living above him anymore, anyway.
The dark night gives way to the pale morning, timid rays of sun sneaking through the closed blinds. A ray falls on the empty whiskey cup, the last drops of the amber liquid shining like gold under the light. Another one shines on the shattered controller lying in the corner. Another ray of sun caresses the leaves of a half-dead plant on the bookshelf. Another - the picture on the wall, the five people on it forgotten by all but one. Another - the cobweb on the ceiling. Another - the brass door handle. As more time passes, the sun gets more comfortable dancing in the small apartment, its rays travelling across the walls, trinkets and furniture until they reach the boys sprawled on the couch.
Their breath is even, chests rising and falling in unison. Chuuya’s head is resting on Dazai’s lap, his hand against his chest still holding the beaten controller. He squirms when the sun shamelessly goes across his eyes but doesn’t wake up.
Neither does Dazai. He just smiles through his sleep and puts his hand on Chuuya’s back. The rays of sun stall before continuing to move across the room as if taking in the unusual, eerily peaceful atmosphere in the living room, the raging fire turned into quiet embers for a bit.
Chuuya might call bullshit on the “one soul in two bodies” idea.
But… the sun surely knows better.
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chuuya4040 · 8 months
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where this flower blooms
soukoku fic, flower shop au, first kiss
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“Heh, cute, you don’t know how to take a compliment.”
“And you don’t know how to communicate unless it's through flowers.”
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The skk flower shop au where two nineteen year old's meet and learn to open up themselves to love after a loss.
ao3 link here
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evelyn-art-05 · 1 year
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soukoku; a whole life together
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