#kunichuzai

[gr3n0nion]

This chapter will be uploaded soon but here’s a sneak peek.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[kaurwreck]

For the numbered writing ask- 22: that is so blissfully self-indulgent?

[ask game: send me a number and i'll share an excerpt of my writing.]

since most of my followers are in the bsd fandom, I'll offer you an excerpt from the kunichuzai wip that I began after the end of s5, with the file title "airport shenangians:"

Kettling his embarrassment into irritation, Kunikida lurched east from the atrium and dialed another number for the second time within— not within nine minutes, but close enough. The phone rang several times. Kunikida turned left at the clocktower and blanched upon realizing Ranpo directed him to… a nursery. For women with children.  The ringing cut short.  “Kunikida-kuuun,” Dazai crooned, syrupy sweet voice curling into a lascivious sigh.  Kunikida glanced about himself, confirmed there was no one to see him (as Ranpo had promised, he thought with a grimace), and slipped into the spacious nursery, locking the door behind himself. He then squandered the space by cramming all 189 centimeters of himself into a nursing booth, sliding the folding door shut as he fell heavily into the padded, low-backed chair. His knees jutted awkwardly, the room too cramped to stretch his legs, but at the very least, there was a table on which to toss his notebook and a snug quietude in which to unzip his slacks.  “Kuniki—?” There was shuffling on the other end of the line, Dazai hissed, in pain rather than pleasure, “Sharp-elbowed chibikko—” and then a charmingly raucous voice sliced through Dazai’s honeyed tone to crow, “Oh, shit, he decided to stay on after all?”  “Not for Chu-uya,” Dazai taunted, sensuality still seeping even into his obnoxious gloating. “Kunikida-kun missed me after all, didn’t he?” Kunikida didn’t need to share a continent with him to see Dazai’s burnished amber eyes and coquettish, lithesome smirk.  “Hardly,” Kunikida groused, roughly unfastening his slacks. “You insufferable, insensate, intransigent, ingrate.”

the actually most self indulgent thing I've ever written is a 9k mdzs fic posted on ao3, an excerpt of which I've offered below the cut.

from stuck in the middle with you (e), summary: 10 years post-canon, Jin Ling decides the best way to let his friends know he loves them is to emulate the pornography he found buried where Lan Wangji keeps his bunnies

Lan Sizhui broke the excruciating silence, “Jin-zongzhu, wh—” “I’m stuck,” Jin Ling interjected, wiggling in place to demonstrate despite the hole being far too wide around his waist. He realized belatedly they likely couldn’t see his hair was caught from where they hovered, baffled, by the door, an unfortunate oversight. “Oh,” Lan Zizhui said, tone perplexed. “Do… you need help getting out?” Ouyang Zizhen asked. Jin Ling began to panic; in the scrolls he’d skimmed, no one had asked the trapped protagonist if he’d needed help. His sworn brother had simply arrived and ravished him, and Jin Ling’s entire plan more-or-less hinged on that expectation. “Young Master, what game are you playing? You’re obviously not actually stuck,” Lan Jingyi interrupted Jin Ling’s frenzied reevaluations. “My hair,” Jin Ling blurted. “My hair is—it’s caught in the lattice. I’m stuck.” “Oh!” Ouyang Zizhen declared, sounding surer than before. Jin Ling wasn’t relieved; he’d given them an actionable explanation for his predicament, but if they extricated him, it’d all be for naught, and they’d continue fondling each other without him. Jin Ling heard footsteps, and then Ouyang Zizhen poked his head around the divider, his brows furrowed in such palpable concern that Jin Ling nearly felt bad about his ruse. Nearly. “Oh, it’s really knotted in there.” “How?” Lan Jingyi demanded, punctuated by his lighter steps as he approached. “What were you doing crawling through the screen?” He rounded the divider and his eyes widened at the state of Jin Ling’s hair. “Seriously, how?!” “Your hair is so beautiful too,” Ouyang Zizhen lamented, crouching down to gently lift the slack of Jin Ling’s ponytail. “We’ll need to be careful untangling it; if it were damaged, my heart would break.” Jin Ling reeled, a fresh wave of panic tightening his throat, “You don’t think it’ll have to be cut, do you?” He hadn’t considered that at all. “We’ll break the lattice before we cut your hair,” Lan Sizhui promised, appearing beside them without having made any sound at all. “It’s already ruined anyway,” Lan Jingyi said, gesturing to the hole. “Did you make that hole?” “No!” Jin Ling retorted defensively. “We were here this morning, and there wasn’t a hole there then,” Lan Jingyi said, fists on his hips. “What could have happened since we left? I thought you were going to walk Fairy while we were gone.” Jingyi glanced around. “Where is Fairy? Did she go to get help?” “…Yes,” Jin Ling lied. Lan Sizhui opened his mouth to speak, but something outside of Jin Ling’s periphery snagged his attention. He cocked his head curiously and walked back around the divider towards the bed. Ouyang Zizhen’s watched him through the latticework and squinted. “Oh, that’s pretty,” Ouyang Zizhen commented lightly. “At least, from what I can see.” That’s when Jin Ling realized with trickling horror that he’d left the camphor box and its scattered contents on the bed. “En,” Lan Sizhui said. “But… is this from the Chief Cultivator? And what’s all—” “Don’t look—!” Jin Ling started, but Lan Sizhui inhaled sharply, followed by an emphatic, “Oh!” Jin Ling would have cursed the entire Nie bloodline if it weren’t already so blighted.

[trashlike]

sorry- i made your love triangle into a polycule- yea- yea all three of them- it's healthy and they all love eachother- yea- sorry abt that

[starlightshadowsworld]

Kunichuuzai with Punk Kunikida, Punk Chuuya and a Dazai who is head over heels in love with them both.

[flashingbands]

My fave BSD ships :3

none of the portraits are colored cus it was 3am when I made this

[everdistantstars]

They're in a group chat <3

[small-sketch]

Kunikida loves doing hair. He has a 5 step routine for his own hair, so when he starts dating Dazai and Chuuya, he naturally wants to do their hair as well.

Chuuya’s is pretty well kept as it is but he has a habit of over styling it to the point it damages. Kunikida starts styling it for him using far less heat so its no longer crispy at the edges. He also could just sit there and brush it for hours if Chuuya lets him, he finds it relaxing.

Dazai on the other hand doesn’t take care of his hair for shit. He barely takes care of himself so of course it’s all oily and un-brushed, but Kunikida knows its hard for him so just focuses on helping where he can. Kunikida actually suggests they bathe together more than Dazai does just so he can wash his hair for him, sure to use extra product Dazai didn’t even own before. Blow drying is a must as well as lots of brushing, making Dazai look fluffier than ever. He always teases that its just an excuse for Kunikida to touch him, but he does genuinely feel much better after he’s all clean and groomed.

Anyways, Kunichuzai supremacy

[starlightshadowsworld]

Chuuya and Kunikida are hot tempered. They follow their orders perfectly without question, while simultaneously hating authority.

They are both incredibly physically strong and one of the best fighters in their respective organisations.

Both of them command respect to those around them (minus Dazai).

With Chuuya being a Port Mafia executive. And Kunikida considered the most virtuous of the agency, and next in line in to run it.

Both find Dazai's antics irritating, while being able to work and fight alongside him.

And while neither are at the same level as the geniuses of the world, they are both very intelligent.

Not saying Dazai has a type... But...