ChuuAku Week 2018 Day 6 - AU
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ChuuAku Week 2018 Day 6 - AU
Band AU from Bungou Mayoi. Enjoy.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A wild hisa appears with random bsd fic for chuaku week!
Kitchen talks
Summary: Akutagawa didnât strike Chuuya as a soul-searching person, but here they were
prompt rest | restless
Late chuuaku week 2018 dat 7 (last day)
Rest | Restlessness
Probably my best attempt at digital art
Things Protected and Things Gained
soâŠ. this is a merge of Day 4 ChuuAku week prompt and Day 6 becauseâŠschool. but i really wanted to write this so i hope everyone enjoys it.Â
[ChuuAku Week - Day 4: Protect/MIssions + Day 6: AU/Canon Divergent/Role Reversal]
It had been over an hour and Chuuya was freezing. A small dent beginning to deepen in the large chopped tree trunk. Mossy green smearing along the deep browns of the bark. Jet ash appearing beneath each grind of his shoe into the surroundings. Deeper and deeper and deeper.
Chuuya had been sent out to finish the arrangement with the smaller gang that had claimed this part of the slums their turf. Shipments meant to solidify their ties to the Port Mafia, a joke by shitty Dazai to his new dog Chuuya to finalize the merger; that this could have been an option for the Sheep had Chuuya not failed.
âShitty-â Chuuya stomps hard, foot crushing three inches of bark.
âFucking-â another two inches.
âDazai!â
The trunk shatters beneath Chuuyaâs anger as unsteady footsteps shuffle through the late fall leaves. Aegean steel orbs snap up at the sound to watch six thugs panting as they stand before him. One shaking in the back at the random display of strength from Chuuya.
âWhat took you so long?â Chuuya shifts, crossing his arms and feet spread. The stance only making him appear shorter, pulling his jackets tighter around his frame. Shoulder thin but strong beneath the ruby cotton and black leather.
The leader steps forward, smirk high as he gestures to a bow. Chuuyaâs frown deepens.
âWe ran into a little trouble.â The apparent second in command snickers at the jab. Chuuyaâs toe taps hard enough to make the earth rumble. The leader seems unphased, eyes only widening and continuing in disbelief.
âThe details of the shipment and its passage were slipped to some runts, but they have been taken care of.â
Chuyaâs blood runs cold. A ripple of fear and anger shivering up every vertebrate in his spine.
âYou took care of children?â His voice drops low, ground beginning to tremble with his anger.
Everyone but the leader begins to look around confused, scared. Good.
âKilled them. We had to, they would fucking rat out for a scrap of-â He doesnât finish, Chuuyaâs heel connecting with his jaw hard enough the shattering of bone echoes in the small, moonlit glen. The soft light drifting behind a dark stormcloud that nearly sends the forest into pitch black.
None of their screams are heard. Lost and trapped by the towering maples. Blood staining the auburn leaves a deep crimson, the grass beneath the broken bodies seeped in their death as the earth nearly swallows the remnants of their corpses.
The rage only ends when Chuuya hears a quick pattering of small footfalls, wheezing and heavy pants breaking through the following silence. Ivory streams of moonlight trickle back through the cherry leaves still clinging to the branches. The tangerine curls around his neck shimmering against Chuuyaâs pallid skin as his sapphire eyes brighten at the presence of another.
A boy about his height; jet black hair matted with sweat, blood, and grime from daysâŠweeks spent in this squalor. The rags covering his ashen skin hung loosely over bony shoulders, stained with the dirt of the slums and the deep red of dried blood hugging his ribs. A boy from the slum, a cookie cutter of the dozens of orphans abandoned like trash. But something about him caught Chuuyaâs attention; many things.
The ends of his bangs longer in the front to frame his face were dipped white. The purity of the color hidden by dirt and dried blood. The beige scarf around his throat, the deep coughs leaving his lips making the small knife fashioned from the cloth vibrate at his shoulder. The edge sharp enough to cut the throat of a man and already dripping in scarlet. And the deep void in his stone gray eyes; the feeling of loss, anger, rage. Similar to what Chuuya had felt weeks prior at his betrayal of the Sheep.
âWhere-â the boy stutters to speak through his coughs. Chuuya waiting to see what he has to say.
âAre they?â
Chuuya moves to gesture to the shallow graves he had stomped the men into. âYou mean them?â
The boyâs eyes finally shift as the coughing subsides. The void slipping back to allow the granite irises to shine through. A gasp leaving his lips before more coughing breaks through. Chuuya steps forward, shoes squelching from the blood that had coagulated beneath his soles. Boyâs scarf crackling with energy as it grows, his frail body trembling.
âWhy?â the voice that leaves soundsâŠbroken. A sadness and anger caught in his parched throat that was unfamiliar to the tone.
âIâm guessing they killed your friends and you wanted revenge. Oi, come here. Youâre fucking trembling. I wonât hurt you.â Chuuya softens his tone.
He looked barely younger than him, perhaps two years at most. Their height nearly the same, the boy could be taller if he straightened his spine.
âYou have a name?â Chuuya asks in the silence.
âYouâŠkilled them?â The boyâs coughing subsides enough for speech.
âYa, they said they killed some kids and Iâm not ok with that. Merger or not.â
Mori would probably be upset, but Chuuya would rather suffer punishment than knowing the Port Mafia allied with child killers. His hat shifts with the moon shifting back through the sky. Steams of starlight accenting the curls of orange hair sticking out from beneath. Catching in the sapphire of his eyes to shimmer as they meet a small sliver of silver.
âAkutagawa,â the boy finally answers.
It was then Chuuya made an impulsive decision.
âWant me to train you?â
The words slip past his lips before reasoning could kick in. But the regret doesnât follow. It never would when Chuuya watched life begin to seep back into like a sieve was released into those hollow eyes. As if the reason for his living and suffering was finally being given to him after it had so harshly been taken from him in blood.
âYouâŠwhy?â Akutagawa straightens.
âYou have an ability,â Chuuya points obviously to the scarf. âI do as well. And Iâll make sure that you donât have to go through this again. So, you in?â
Akutagawa howls, the sound echoing and filling the moonlit glade. Chuuya swore the leaves trembled at the sound, the release of anger and frustration at the world and how it had slighted him for so long.
Mori wouldnât be happy, neither would Dazai as this was meant to be his mission. But a new ability user would hopefully assuage their concerns and fulfill the political business bullshit needed.
Chuuya strips his leather jacket and wraps it around Akutagawa as his howl ends. Smirk high as he feels a sense of purpose, a new start and a second chance to do right by someone looking up to him.
âLetâs go then.â
 (Late) ChuuAku week 2018
Day 4
PROTECT | MISSIONS
Aku- 12
Chuuya- 22
chuuaku week day 6: role reversalÂ
The light was still on in Chuuyaâs office.
It was three in the morning.
Akutagawa didnât bother to knock, just in case Chuuya had actually fallen asleep. It occurred to him that he was comfortable doing something like this despite Chuuya being an Executive. He knew now that Chuuya wouldnât get angry, whereas before he wouldnât have been so sure, not because Chuuya had a temper but because he was used to people being angry at him for stepping out of bounds.
He pushed open the door slowly and stepped inside, closing it behind him without a sound. Chuuya wasnât asleep. He was typing away on his laptop, the cold light from the screen casting dark shadows under his eyes that would probably remain even when he put the computer away.
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[ ChuuAku Week 2018 ]
#03:Â Intensity | Marriage
*whispers* hey yâall good people where are those works where Chuuya and Akutagawa go undercover as a married couple pls feed me there must be something like that right right right???
i will catch up pls excuse moi i gotta continue reading jurisprudence //sobs
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: G
Pairing: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke / Nakahara Chuuya
Warnings: none
Tags: fluff, dating, first kiss, flustered Akutagawa
Summary:Â It had been a month since Chuuya had shown up at the door of Akutagawaâs office to ask him out. Akutagawa still didnât quite understand why â he had nothing to offer someone of Chuuyaâs caliber. Still, for some reason, words of agreement had tumbled from his mouth even as panic rose in his chest. Or at least, that was how he interpreted his frantic heartbeat.Â
Chuuaku week day 3: intensity
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Animal Revolution
Chuuaku Week 2018 Day 2: Soft @chuuaku-week
read it on ao3 if you want I guess
âWhere have you been all day?â
Chuuya walked up to Akutagawa, who was lounging on a couch with a book in his hands. Akutagawa looked up at his superior with a face that was trying to hold back an annoyed frown at the interruption. Shrugging in response to the question, he scooched over on the couch to leave room for the redhead.
Taking the silent invitation to sit down, he collapsed right next to Aku with a sigh.
âYou rarely even report when youâre going to take a break lately. You could at least leave a note or something that notifies someone that youâre going to hang out in a dark cold basement alone, readingâwhat is that, animal farm?â books about animal revolution and murderous pigsâ said Chuuya with a hint of exasperation.
Akutagawa turned the page and replied, âWhat can I say? Itâs a good book.â
Knowing that he had said all that he really could and that the rabid dog of the mafia would say no more, Chuuya rested his head on the otherâs shoulder to skim the page he was reading. With a soft grunt he moved on to fall into Akutagawaâs lap, barely missing the book in his hands.
âHey! Iâm trying to read here if you didnât notice!â Akutagawa shouted in annoyance with a light blush painting his cheeks.
âItâs in English and I donât have any energy to read English right now so just let me use you as a pillow, alright?â
âThen why donât you just leave?â
With a grin tugging at his lips, Chuuya closed his eyes and said, âWe havenât hung out in a while and I enjoy your presence, shocking as it may be.â
Aku sighed a little and let it be. One hand still holding the book, he decided to use his other hand to play with the executiveâs hair. Chuuya leaned into his touch and they stayed like that for a long while.
Akutagawa thought to himself idly,
âHis hair is soft.â
ChuuAku Week Day 5
Day 5 - Flowers/Gifts
âOi! Akutagawa!â He calls down the hallway. Luckily Akutagawa seems to have heard him and stops in his tracks, waiting for Chuuya to catch up to him. Chuuya had spent the last 15 minutes wondering the halls of the Port Mafiaâs headquarters, looking for the raven-haired man.
After their last mission together, where Akutagawa had saved his life. Chuuya had felt like it was necessary to get something for the other, as thank you. Truthfully, it was a bit of a strange feeling. Had it been anyone else Chuuya would have just simply said âthanksâ, and been done with it. He didnât make a habit of dwelling in the past, so he didnât quite understand why this had become the exception. Perhaps because they had been spending more time together?
âChuuya-san?â Akutagawa questioned. Chuuya blinked a few times. Oh right, âUhhh here.â He holds out a small box of expensive tea, in a flavour he had seen Akutagawa drinking before. Akutagawa frowns lightly in confusion, hesitantly taking the box out of Chuuyaâs hands. âIts a gift, for protecting me back on that last mission,â Chuuya explains as Akutagawa stares shocked at the box. He almost looks like he had never been given a gift before⊠Actually, he probably hadnâtâŠ
Akutagawa seems to snap out of his thoughts, bowing extremely lowly. âThank you very much Chuuya-san. However I was just doing my job, I hardly deserve such a thing-â Chuuya huffs, placing a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back to standing. âWell, I think you deserve it. Just accept the damn gift Akutagawa.â
Akutagawa looks from the gift in his hands to Chuuya dubiously. ââŠYes, Chuuya-sanâŠâ Chuuya goes to turn around and leave but Akutagawaâs quiet voice stops him, âYou may call me Ryunosuke.â
chuuaku week day 5: gifts
Akutagawaâs birthday always came and went and no one seemed to notice. He would just happen to be older, and then it would occur to Chuuya that his birthday had passed.
Not this year.
This year Chuuya wanted to give Akutagawa something special.
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Animal Revolution
Chuuaku Week 2018 Day 2: Soft @chuuaku-week
read it on ao3 if you want I guess
âWhere have you been all day?â
Chuuya walked up to Akutagawa, who was lounging on a couch with a book in his hands. Akutagawa looked up at his superior with a face that was trying to hold back an annoyed frown at the interruption. Shrugging in response to the question, he scooched over on the couch to leave room for the redhead.
Taking the silent invitation to sit down, he collapsed right next to Aku with a sigh.
âYou rarely even report when youâre going to take a break lately. You could at least leave a note or something that notifies someone that youâre going to hang out in a dark cold basement alone, readingâwhat is that, animal farm?â books about animal revolution and murderous pigsâ said Chuuya with a hint of exasperation.
Akutagawa turned the page and replied, âWhat can I say? Itâs a good book.â
Knowing that he had said all that he really could and that the rabid dog of the mafia would say no more, Chuuya rested his head on the otherâs shoulder to skim the page he was reading. With a soft grunt he moved on to fall into Akutagawaâs lap, barely missing the book in his hands.
âHey! Iâm trying to read here if you didnât notice!â Akutagawa shouted in annoyance with a light blush painting his cheeks.
âItâs in English and I donât have any energy to read English right now so just let me use you as a pillow, alright?â
âThen why donât you just leave?â
With a grin tugging at his lips, Chuuya closed his eyes and said, âWe havenât hung out in a while and I enjoy your presence, shocking as it may be.â
Aku sighed a little and let it be. One hand still holding the book, he decided to use his other hand to play with the executiveâs hair. Chuuya leaned into his touch and they stayed like that for a long while.
Akutagawa thought to himself idly,
âHis hair is soft.â
ChuuAku Week Day 5
Day 5 - Flowers/Gifts
âOi! Akutagawa!â He calls down the hallway. Luckily Akutagawa seems to have heard him and stops in his tracks, waiting for Chuuya to catch up to him. Chuuya had spent the last 15 minutes wondering the halls of the Port Mafiaâs headquarters, looking for the raven-haired man.
After their last mission together, where Akutagawa had saved his life. Chuuya had felt like it was necessary to get something for the other, as thank you. Truthfully, it was a bit of a strange feeling. Had it been anyone else Chuuya would have just simply said âthanksâ, and been done with it. He didnât make a habit of dwelling in the past, so he didnât quite understand why this had become the exception. Perhaps because they had been spending more time together?
âChuuya-san?â Akutagawa questioned. Chuuya blinked a few times. Oh right, âUhhh here.â He holds out a small box of expensive tea, in a flavour he had seen Akutagawa drinking before. Akutagawa frowns lightly in confusion, hesitantly taking the box out of Chuuyaâs hands. âIts a gift, for protecting me back on that last mission,â Chuuya explains as Akutagawa stares shocked at the box. He almost looks like he had never been given a gift before⊠Actually, he probably hadnâtâŠ
Akutagawa seems to snap out of his thoughts, bowing extremely lowly. âThank you very much Chuuya-san. However I was just doing my job, I hardly deserve such a thing-â Chuuya huffs, placing a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back to standing. âWell, I think you deserve it. Just accept the damn gift Akutagawa.â
Akutagawa looks from the gift in his hands to Chuuya dubiously. ââŠYes, Chuuya-sanâŠâ Chuuya goes to turn around and leave but Akutagawaâs quiet voice stops him, âYou may call me Ryunosuke.â
Hereâs chuuaku week day
Protect | Missions
chuuaku week day 3: intensity
Chuuya looked tense.
It wasnât an uncommon occurrence these days, considering the circumstances, but Akutagawa found himself missing the confidence and ease Chuuya projected on a daily basis. In the back of his head he knew what this was about and for the first time in his life, he could understand it.
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(Late) ChuuAku week 2018
Day 3Â
INTENSITY | MARRIAGE