When Chuuya comes home after a bad day at work at the port mafia he quciky greets Dazai who is usually already home, gives him a soft but quick kiss and then drags himself into the living room where he flops down onto the couch, laying on his back and laying his hat on top of his face in the hope to fall asleep, not even bothering to change into more comfortable clothes. Dazai then often makes his way over to the couch and flops down onto Chuuya, startling the older a bit. Before Chu can react in anyway he then lifts his hat from his face, places it onto the small couch table and greets Chuuya with a innocent sounding "hi" before going through the grumpy redheads wild wavy red hair with his hands before playing a bit with it. He knows how much Chuuya loves it and that it makes him sleepy but as soon as Chuuya shortly closes his eyes, Dazai starts to kiss the thousands of freckles on Chuuya's face. It tickles causing Chuuya to giggle while blushing like crazy. They may be married but they still act like lovesick teens often. At first Chuuya often tries to shove Dazai away, calling Dazai a stupid mackerel but his half assed attempts fail all the time so he's just lying there, hugging Dazai, blushing and laughing while Dazai happily kisses all the freckles until he decides to kiss Chuuya on his lips. When Dazai is finally satisfied, Chuuya is usually always not as pissed and cranky anymore and looks a lot more happy with still kind of flushed cheeks, messy hair and often still giggling a bit making Dazai fall in love with him even more (if this is even possible). He also seems to finally forget his bad day a bit for a while which shows Dazai that his plan to make his Chibi happy again succecded. Later he will ask him what happened but right now it's just them in thier cozy apartment with a rather soft and lighthearted atmosphere.
Absolutely! Not sure what kind of prompts you write, for future reference—short, long, specific, vague, etc—but for rn, the first thing that popped into my head was an older (like teenage, but whatever works) Mike & Will swinging on the swings? Any context, any au, any tone, etc—post-season 4 or pjo, silly or sad, whatever works for you. Good luck with your writing!
Hello ! I had a lot of fun writing this ! More so, I do dedicate this to @andiwriteordie as a birthday gift <3 I hope you're having an amazing birthday !!
Mike felt content.
For the longest time, Mike's shoulders have been heavy with a burden invisible to most eyes, even his. He felt pinned down on earth, like a prisoner of the soil. His struggles in the form of a vulture eating his insides, which would be untouched the next day, only to be eaten once more. Chains of his worries binding his wrists as he trashes around and screams, eventually giving up when no one turns around.
But now, now Mike never felt as light. Hair flowing in the wind as he swung, his legs going back and forth. And maybe his feet touching the ground was a sign that he grew up, far too old to be here, but he couldn't care less.
Not when Will was giggling next to him.
Will was giggling without a care in the world, chestnut hair dancing to the sound of his laughter. His eyes crinkling with a wide smile, swinging back and forth. At some point, Mike came to a stop, his eyes focused on Will. He was unapolegetically himself, and this was the most beautiful he's ever been. Will has always been beautiful. Beautiful in a way that Mike can't quite put words on. It was in his eyes and the way they catch the light, the way they shine when he's happy. It was in his lips, stretched into a grin, or cherry red and swollen after a kiss. His art, vision of his own mind, screaming Will's personality in the colors, the composition, the strokes of his brush. Mike could write thousands of poems about Will and nothing could ever come close to the real thing.
Because Will was glowing, angel from heaven, and God if that is not a sight Mike would imprit in his mind. Keep it in his brain, replaying this exact moment whenever he'd go to sleep, a smile on his face as he'd sigh dreamily. And maybe it was something he would be ashamed of, years ago, in the darkness of his room, wondering what went wrong when he realized his eyes would instictively follow his best friend instead of his girlfriend.
But now, now he felt free as the wind, and shame left his body, only to be met with joy and warmth and everything he never thought he could feel. Loving Will was beautiful in itself, familiar and reassuring.
But being loved by Will felt even better. Being loved by the kindest, strongest person in the world was absolutely wonderful. Like his heart fluttered with excitement, like he was gifted the best thing on earth. Being loved by Will made him feel six again, when he and Will would roll in the grass, smiles and cheeks tainted with mud and hair messy. When they would wake up in the Wheeler household, and run down the stairs, to devour the pancakes his mom would make, giggling as they mocked the other for being so messy. When they'd stay awake as long as possible, and Mike would stare at Will, watching his eyes dropping, and then open abruptly, shaking his head and promising he wasn't going to sleep. In hindsight, Mike knew he loved Will back then, with his round cheeks and big eyes, his quiet and soft voice reaching him always, even when submerged by an ocean of sounds. Will's voice was always the loudest to him, and his ears naturally picked it up, as if they were made for that entire purpose.
Yeah, that seemed about right.
"If you keep staring at me like that, I'll think there's something wrong with my face."
Mike blinked, and he was met with Will's teasing smile, and only now did he realize they both stopped swinging. The wind still blew softly, and Mike felt his cheeks redden as he smiled back at him.
"Your face is just very kissable." He replied, shrugging. Will's cheeks adopted this lovely shade of red, one that Mike loved with every fiber of his being, which was precisely why winter was his favorite season.
"Yet you're not kissing it." Now Will was cocky, staring at Mike, challenging him.
However, Mike did not mind in the slightest, because there wasn't a second when Mike didn't want to kiss Will. With this in mind, Mike leaned towards his friend, his best friend, the love of his life, and gently pressed his lips against his. Warmth spread across his body, his heart hammering against his chest and he never felt more alive. Fingers gently pressed against Wills cheek, Mike slightly tilted his head, noses brushing and eyelashes tickling. The world shrinked, shrinked and shrinked, and it was just Will. Will and his beautiful eyes, his smile, his warmth. Will's warm hand fondly rubbed his shoulder, and when they parted, Mike stole a peck or two, making Will giggle once again.
"That's so romantic." Mike blurted, and Will tilted his head, confused.
"That's where we met, you know ?" He teased, and Will lightly kicked his leg, chuckling as he began swinging again, the sound of his laughter transported by the wind, and Mike promptly followed, easily matching his rythm.
"You're an idiot !" He yelled out, still flying as if he was a bird, and Mike was hopelessly devoted to him.
"That's why you love me !" He yelled back, and he was met with another laugh, an agreement, a "you're right". Mike felt so light, flying right next to Will, to new places where both of them could be whoever they wanted now that they had their whole lives ahead of them. What seemed impossible years ago was now in his hands, and Mike would keep it safe forever, if it meant having Will laugh without a care in the world.
Arthur has a french accent. Ususally it isn't terribly heavy but you can hear it. He's fluet in japanese and normally has no struggles with speaking japanese very fast. I mean, he probably had to talk very fast in japanese, being a spy and working in the laboratory and everything. But. Whenever he gets really annoyed, angry or really emotional he starts ranting or starts to ramble. When this happens, his french accent gets thicker which makes him even more annyoyed. Eventually it reaches a point where one can barley understand him and he starts to mix french and japansese words in his sentences.
Usually he is careful that this never happens when he's out but at home this happens quite often. Usually it starts with him being annyoyed bc of smth and it ends up with him ranting more in french than in japanese aswell as him walking back and forth across the room while making hectic handgestures.
Verlaine is either sitting there, listening to his husband partner, looking at him, being completly smitten and smiling like an idiot or he's trying to calm Arthur down but can barley do so because he's trying so hard not to laugh (He fails all the time).
In conclusion: Rimlaine are soft french husbands and Verlaine adores these rants of Arthur (As long as they aren't about something serious)
Basically, Higugin are listening to 80s and 90s songs in the car or dance together to them. They also share oversized knitted sweaters. Gin won't ever admit it, but she always steals them from Higuchi's side of the closet. Often they both dance happily to the silly upbeat songs in thier flat after work. Both are wearing the oversized sweater of the other, both girls are barefoot and they giggle a lot while dancing and swirling the other around.
On rainy days, Dazai and Chuuya just stay in bed. It's cold and grey outside and thier bed is warm and comfortable. Sometimes Chuuya exclaims sleepily that he has to get up for paperwork but he cannot say no to his husband who's clinging to him, whining that he has to stay with him so both of them just stay in bed until noon. The sound of the raindrops against the bedroom window mixed with the soft shuffling of the weighted blackets aswell as with thier soft sleepy chatting are creating a beautiful calm athmosphere. They lie cuddled together, legs tangled, Dazai pressed against Chuuya using him as human heater and Chuuya gently playing with Dazai's messy brown locks. The blankets keep them comfortably warm so that they doze off from time to time. Dazai isn't wearing any of his bandages because some time after moving together, he decided that he doesn't need to wear them at home around his chibi anymore. It had been a very emotional moment and even now Chuuya feels so happy and proud when he feels Dazai's arms wrapped around him without feeling the scratchy bandages. It was probably one of the biggest signs of trust he could show Chuuya without any drastic situation involved.
Both love these mornings a lot because it's just them. Not the ADA, not the Port Mafia, no stress and no crimes. Just them holding each other close under big blankets, exchanging soft small kisses, saying sweet nothings and thier minds being at ease.
When the rain finally stops for a while and the birds start singing again despite the grey sky, they both get up and go to the kitchen for a late breakfast. The smell of coffee and fried eggs spreading through the house. While they eat they chat about light hearted things, joke around and bicker playfully or flirt like as if they would have just become a couple. Neither of them works on these days.
