Day 2: Camellias | Floral Troubles | “You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”
Day 3: Cake | Secret Relationship | “Really? That one?”
Day 4: Unrequited | Almost Too Late | “Your beauty never ever scared me.”
Day 5: Soulmates | Alternate Universe | “Are we fighting or flirting?”
Day 6: Cuddling | Memories | “In my defence, I was left unsupervised.”
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“Chuuya,” Dazai says with sleep still in his voice. “Chuuya,” he repeats, poking the smaller man’s cheek.
An incomprehensible mutter comes from him. Dazai feels it pressed into his chest more than he hears it. A hand halfheartedly swats at Dazai's.
“Chuuya, love, we have to get up.”
“Love my ass,” the voice says, still muffled by Dazai's chest.
Dazai is suddenly much more awake as a laugh wrangles its way out of his lungs. “Is Chuuya doubting my love?”
“Love is letting someone sleep. Asshole.”
“Love is getting up because your partner has an important event to attend and needs his eye candy on his arm.”
A hand reaches up and pushes at Dazai's face. “Love is dead. Go alone.”
Dazai licks Chuuya's palm, catching a finger between his teeth when Chuuya tries to pull away. “What about lust?” Dazai asks around said finger.
“Who the hell would lust for you?”
“My, my,” Dazai says. He pulls Chuuya's hand away to intertwine their fingers. “Someone's grumpy this morning.”
Chuuya scoffs but still makes no indication of moving his head from Dazai's chest. “I wonder why.”
“Oh? Did someone not sleep enough last night? I mean, I know that I made you—”
Finally, Chuuya pulls back, just enough to glare at Dazai. “I'll fucking kill you.”
But it's all softened by the way Chuuya's hair is tousled, the way there are imprints on his cheek and forehead, the way sleep clings to the corners of his eyes and voice. Affection floods Dazai's veins in a way he didn't think possible until a year ago.
“Please do.”
“You're the worst.”
“Mmm, that's not what you were saying last night, love.”
“Are you sure I wasn't having a stroke?”
“Yes, but I might have drugged you.”
“Ah,” Chuuya says, snuggling back into Dazai, face pressed in the crook of his neck and placing a kiss there. “That makes sense.”
Dazai squeezes him tight and presses his face into Chuuya's hair. “I'm going to devour you.”
“Later.”
“No.”
“Sweetheart, I'm not—”
Never one for listening, Dazai pulls back, but only so he can dive in and pepper Chuuya with kisses. On his head. On his cheeks. His nose, his neck, his hands.”
An honest to god giggle passes through Chuuya's lips and Dazai makes a decision. The Agency is expecting him soon for some event (he hadn't listened to the details). But he knows he should show up and put on the best smile for whatever people are going to be saying.
But Dazai also knows that some things, like the warmth of a sun soaked bed with Chuuya, are much more important.
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Day five of @bsdfanweek ‘s Soukoku Valentine’s week. This was an experimental piece I’m not sure if I’m happy with it but i think it’s an interesting AU
Day 5: Soulmates | Alternate Universe | “Are we fighting or flirting?”
Thought it would be fun to do a Hades!Chuuya and Persephone!Dazai. Have not seen it done before, so why not?
Inspirations: Helm of Darkness Sheep Version and also the King of Sheep Skull for young chuuya was too fitting.
More rambling on this AU Below Since I have a lot of thoughts:
I have seen a lot of Hades! Dazai and Persephone! Chuuya and many of those fics are really good. But in the case of Soukoku, I have not seen a fic/art piece where Dazai is Persephone with Chuuya as Hades. Ao3 has Dazai in different pairings when he is Persephone.
One video that inspired me is overly sarcastic production's YouTube myth video on Hades and Persephone and this fic. I was introduced to the concept that Persephone and Demeter's origin is much older than Hades, though they were still wrapped up with the king of the dead, which is not Hades, but ancient Poseidon. They also have a lot of spooky lore surrounding them where they were feared to the point they were not talked about. Persephone could be considered more powerful because she is linked to the Underworld and entitled to a lot of secrets. At this point, I had decided to draw Dazai as Persephone and Chuuya as Hades.
Also, there is the line: Dread Persephone and Stalward Hades. Persephone has been considered the more frightening one out of the two, though both are terrifying.
Few bullet points on them
Cerberus is a dog. And somehow Chuuya owning a three-headed dog when he canonically loves dogs seems fitting
Persephone has way too much fear-based symbolism and is known as the queen of the dead. Dazai is feared reputation-wise but also can be seen surface-level as friendly.
Both Hades and Persephone have wrath-based tales in which if someone outside of their relationships flirts/tests the relationship with one of them, the other will reign the wrath on them.
Additional Tags: Soulmates, Miscommunication, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dazai Osamu is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs), Chuuya’s Corruption is the real villain here, he doesn’t use it though, Written for Soukoku Valentine’s Week 2024, Not Beta Read
Summary: In a world where people can always feel how their soulmate feels about them, all Dazai has ever known from his bond is anger and hatred, and he was fine with that! Or at least, he was fine with it, until he found out just who his soulmate was.
(Soukoku Valentine’s Week: Day 5 - Soulmates | Alternate Universe)
I'm back to inflicting pain. skk Valentine's week day 5: soulmates. @bsdfanweek canon compliant. (in a longer fic, i would add post dark era scenes and have the ending be more ambiguous. but for this....it's just. pain)
*
Chuuya is seven years old when he wakes up.
He’s alone, cold, with no knowledge of what came before or what comes next. All he knows for sure is that tied around his pinky, is a bright red string. It’s thin as a strand of hair and seems to stretch on endlessly. It’s like a beacon, but he doesn’t know where to or why. He tries to take it off, but it only tightens.
Frowning, Chuuya decides he has nothing better to do than try and follow it.
*
At eight years old, Chuuya learns what a sandwich is.
He’s teased for it, but he also learns so much more. He learns what it means to be around people, to want to protect, and how to be protected. He learns that he has strengths that scare those around him, even if they won’t admit it.
“Oh, these?” Yuan says one day when Chuuya blurts out something about the red thread. “Most people can only see their own, but I can see them all.” She giggles, young and carefree despite it all. “Rumor says it leads you to your soulmate.”
Chuuya leans forward. “Soulmate?”
“Yeah, I guess they’re, like,” she scrunches her eyebrows together. “They’re like someone who is destined to love you. No matter what.”
“Wow,” Chuuya says. There is a heavy weight on his shoulders, ratty clothes on his back, and a sharp need to destroy seeped into his bones that he can’t place. But, he is also a child. “That’s amazing.”
*
Chuuya is twelve and covered in blood and bruises.
He looks down at his pinky. Too good to be true, he thinks.
*
Chuuya is fourteen when he is proven right.
In the middle of the night, fire races across his ribcage. The flames weave in and out of the spaces between, finally encasing around his heart. Lurching up, Chuuya tries to catch his breath. The flames seem to smolder, just a bit, but then if feels like something is cutting his pinky clean from his knuckle.
Chuuya looks down, sees a bloody stump where a string used to be, and throws up.
*
Chuuya is fifteen when realization hits him with the full force of his own gravity.
Dazai Osamu, with his irritating words and lifeless smile, manipulates Chuuya into his life. Which is fine, he thinks. Two can play at this game, and now, at least, he seems to have some agency over his life. Now, he can learn what it means to be a leader without fear of someone stabbing him in the back, or without the fear of his power being used against him. Besides, there is no better way to learn how to kill someone than to be in forced proximity to them often.
Which leads to the discovery. Chuuya stares at Dazai’s hands, unsure how he never noticed before. Maybe it’s because the bandages always distracted him, or that Dazai wore his black coat like a cape that swallowed him whole, or maybe because Dazai’s hands usually are most visible when they’re holding a gun or otherwise carving suffering upon someone.
But now, as Dazai lounges with a game in his hand, Chuuya can’t stop seeing it.
Without looking up, Dazai says, “It’s impolite to stare, you know. Honestly, did no one ever teach you any manners?”
Chuuya can’t even muster a retort. His eyes are glued to Dazai’s left pinky. Or, rather, lack thereof.
In the resulting silence, Dazai lowers the console and looks at Chuuya. His expression is bored, one eye a swirling mass of darkness. “Oi, chibi, are you in there?”
“Your hand,” Chuuya says before he can stop himself.
“Hmm?” Dazai looks confused for the faintest moment before he looks down and lifts said hand. “Oh, this?” He wiggles what remains of the appendage.
Chuuya’s throat is dry. It constricts as bile tries to work its way up. “What happened?”
“What, curious about me?”
Finally, finally, Dazai’s teasing lilt pulls Chuuya from his trance. “Shut the hell up. I’m leaving.”
Chuuya is halfway out the door when he hears, just barely, Coward.
*
At sixteen, Chuuya gives up any hope of finding proof of his humanity.
Though, when Dazai thinks Chuuya doesn’t notice, he can see the flickering look of confirmation reflected there. He can hear, through the grapevine, that despite all the shit he says, Dazai believes in it. He can see a boy with a bleeding heart, held in his hands with no idea what to do with it, believing in something so fiercely, that it sparks something in Chuuya’s chest.
His phantom pinky aches.
*
At eighteen, Chuuya is left behind again with no thread to guide his way.
Additional Tags: Violence, Nakahara Chuuya Uses Corruption (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs), Aftermath of Violence, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Angst, Hopeful Ending, Major Character Injury, Permanent Injury, Written for Soukoku Valentine’s Week 2024, Not Beta Read
Summary: It was a Herculean task. He could tell even as he took the first step that he wouldn’t be able to do it. The pain was too much, and even if he could ignore it his leg seemed about ready to give out, giving less support than a bundle of twigs would.
No.
He had to do this.
If he didn’t Chuuya would—
If he didn’t—
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Or: Chuuya is forced to use corruption on a mission gone wrong, and Dazai’s task of nullifying him gets a hell of a lot harder when he takes a bullet to the knee.
(Soukoku Valentine’s Week: Day 4 - Almost Too Late)
skk Valentine's seek day 4: almost too late / "your beauty never scared me" @bsdfanweek
I was gonna add unrequited too but, as usual, this did not turn out as i had planned. Enjoy<3
***
Dazai trips over himself, cursing the pain in his ankle.
Blood spills from Chuuya's lips alongside a manic laugh. His body trembles, but the smile doesn't fade. Orbs of pure gravitational force manifest in his palms. He's about to toss them, about to ruin innocent landscape, but Dazai finally reaches him. Dazai's fingers circle around Chuuya's wrist and they both tumble to the ground.
Hissing, Dazai curls onto his side, drawing Chuuya in close. His body aches all over. The fight was supposed to be rather easy, rather routine. But unexpected players entered the field and when Dazai, caught off guard, screamed in pain, Chuuya hadn't hesitated in activating corruption.
“Shit,” a voice between clenched teeth, tucked into Dazai's chest.
“I was slow,” Dazai murmurs into Chuuya's hair. I'm sorry goes unspoken. Always. There are never apologies between them. Dazai thinks that's what makes their partnership work, but wonders if it is also what makes them fall apart.
Chuuya coughs. “Are you okay?”
Despite the rattling of his bones, Dazai huffs out a laugh. “Really, Chibi? You're asking me that?”
“Shut up, then,” Chuuya groans and tries to move. Dazai clutches him tighter. “Let me go, asshole “
“You know,” Dazai says before he can stop himself. “Your beauty never scared me.”
Chuuya goes still in his arms.
“The beauty of destruction has never scared me, but….”
After a moment, Chuuya curls a hand into Dazai's shirt. “But what?”
“The idea that I might be too late….that it might consume you…. that's—” His voice breaks.
“Shut the hell up, moron,” Chuuya says, burrowing his face further into Dazai's chest. “My head is killing me. I'm gonna take a nap.”
That's another thing about the two of them. They never speak in honest terms. They tiptoe around topics, using teasing remarks and aggression as shields against truths.
You won't let that happen, Chuuya doesn't say with words, but instead with his calm, even breathing.
Dazai wonders if Chuuya can hear the bleeding confessions in his heartbeats.
Prompts used: Cake | Secret Relationship | “Really? That one?”
It was no secret that Chuuya had a lover. Anyone could see it plain as day, from the way he smiled at his phone and snuck off for “meetings” nearly every day. His whole demeanor had changed, turning him into someone happier and slightly more agreeable. His coworkers were happy for him, but secretly speculated amongst themselves who it might be.
It wasn’t until a Friday night out at the bar that they got their first real clue as to Chuuya’s lover’s identity. Chuuya was a lightweight, so he was barely two drinks in before he was slurring his speech and openly dropping hints. His coworkers egged him on a bit, though they felt guilty for it, knowing they wouldn’t have much opportunity to learn the truth later.
“Your lover,” Kouyou started cautiously, “Do you know them through work?”
A look of recognition crossed Chuuya’s face, then he scowled and put a finger to his lips. “S’confidential,” Chuuya slurred.
“Are they hot?” Tachihara cut in.
Chuuya considered for a moment, then murmured, “He’s got a nice ass.”
The bar erupted in giggles. Chuuya didn’t seem to notice and continued mumbling. “Got that cake… that bakery…”
Hiding her mouth behind her hand, Kouyou asked, “So he makes you happy, I take it?”
Chuuya made a face. “Fuck no, he’s annoying as shit. Sexy as hell, though.”
“Oh,” Kouyou said delicately.
Chuuya laid his head down on the table. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “S’fuckin’ horny. Wanna fuck ‘im so bad. That tight, perfect fuckin’ ass…”
Luckily he was quiet enough that only the people on either side of him could hear. Tachihara snickered, while Kouyou’s eyes widened.
“Seems like you’ve had a bit too much to drink,” she said gently. “Why don’t you head home. Want me to call you a cab?”
Chuuya shook his head and pulled out his phone. He pressed a couple buttons and held it to his ear. “I’m drunkkkkk,” he whined. “Come pick me up and lemme fuck you.” There was a pause as the person on the other end spoke. “Hah? Dunno what bar,” Chuuya grumbled. “You’re the stalker, come get me.” With that, he hung up, phone clattering as he dropped it on the table. “Fuckin’ hate him,” he said seriously, resting his head once again.
Kouyou and Tachihara exchanged a glance, debating silently whether to just call him a cab anyway. It turned out they didn’t need to, since the door to the bar opened a little over five minutes later. No one heard him come in until he was standing behind Chuuya’s slumped-over figure.
“Sleepy, chibi?” Dazai murmured. He slipped off his coat and set it around Chuuya’s shoulders with more care than any of the other Port Mafia members had seen from him.
Chuuya groaned and tipped his head back to rest it on Dazai’s chest. “Kiss,” he grumbled.
“You sure that won’t give your poor coworkers heart attacks?” Dazai teased.
Chuuya glared at him, but upside-down he looked even cuter than usual, so Dazai gave in and pecked him on the lips.
Tachihara, who had been silent in shock up until then, finally blurted out, “Really? That one?”
“Got a problem?” Dazai asked, face suddenly stony.
“No, no,” Tachihara said quickly. “It’s just… he was going on about how great your ass is.”
“And?” Dazai prompted.
Gin leaned over from her seat to Tachihara’s other side and pulled her mask down to her chin. “And where is it?” she deadpanned.
There was a moment of silence just long enough for everyone to wonder if a massacre was about to take place. But then Dazai burst out laughing.
“It’s what’s on the inside that counts, I suppose,” he said with a wink. He nudged Chuuya’s shoulder. “C’mon slug, let’s get you home.”
“Fuck youuu,” Chuuya slurred, but he let Dazai help him up anyway. He climbed onto Dazai’s back and threw his arms around his neck, burying his face into his shoulder blade.
“Nice seeing you all,” Dazai said cheerfully. He carried Chuuya out of the bar, complaining lightheartedly about Chuuya being too heavy the whole way out.
As soon as they had left, Hirotsu leaned over and said, “I already knew, by the way.”
The group came alive with chatter once more, with bets being paid and stories of catching the two together being told. On the other side of the city, Chuuya had fallen fast asleep before his head even hit Dazai’s pillow.
