Thinking of Paper Rings SKK taking a six-months Europe rail trip so Dazai can find inspiration for his new novel
They land in Paris first, have a big fight in Prague (Dazai runs after Chuuya under the rain on Charles Bridge) and Chuuya proposes first in Saint Petersburg 🥲
(Dazai had planned the same proposal for when they got back to Yokohama, and that’s how he knows /this/ time is the right one).
Of course, it’s not always all good.
They miss a lot of trains. Sometimes they get lost. Chuuya tries to speak Spanish and they end up with a weird
and non-alcoholic drink that is not even remotely Agua de Valencia (look, he /tried/!).
At some point, Dazai is /so/ frustrated with his work that he threatens to take the first flight back to Japan.
But, for every explosive fight they have there’s twice as heated make up sex.
But honestly—
Dazai missed a /lot/ of trains in his life.
He almost got married because of that.
Being stuck with Chuuya in a tiny, godforsaken train station in Tuscany because they missed the only train for Siena of the hour— that’s not the worst thing he can think of.
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Sooo. Hi. I have waited because I didn’t know the best way to say it, but I really wanted to scream THANKS for the fics that - in the past months - reached goals I would never dream 😭❤️
First, THANKS for the 1600 kudos on Something I need? It just blew me away??? I’m SO honored
And the fact that You Drew Stars Around My Scars is past 950 too is just— wow??? It’s so humbling.
I genuinely don’t deserve you guys.
And a HUGE thanks for the 1000+ kudos on Paper Rings and IAHILY, my problematic babies ❤️ I know my themes are not everyone’s
cup of tea and they go heavy on angst, so this small but meaningful number means the world.
I guess I want to say: thanks for opening those fics and giving them a chance.
Thanks for reading, sticking with me and having patience through my messes up schedule and low word count
That seems like the perfect place to /not/ do what Verlaine asked them, according to Chuuya.
(“Fuck if the old man thinks he can command us around” were the words.)
Leaning against the wall, Dazai shoves his hands the pockets of his trousers.
A blue sweater falls around his hips, way too big for his willowy frame.
Chuuya—
Dazai is /not/ sure what is Chibi’s problem with standing straight — a height complex? — but the omega is sitting on the street, back against the wall and knees pressed against his chest.
He’s holding a can of coffee, hands lightly shaking.
It’s his /third/.
Dazai would /lie/ if he said he isn’t concerned, but Chuuya looks like he might bite his head off for asking.
“We’re going to hide here for long?” he drawls, instead.
He’s hugging back his uncle, his scent turning /gentler/ as it blends with Verlaine’s — the note of blood-like iron in the redhead smoothed out by the presence of someone he considers family.
It’s /impossible/ to pinpoint Verlaine’s second gender without even the most subtle
trace of scent but, end of day, Dazai doesn’t care.
His stomach churns, thought, at the sudden realization that he’s /not/ the only person Chuuya cares about.
To someone like him, naturally jealous of the few he considers /his/, it’s a weird realization.
Not unpleasant. Odd.
Because Chuuya might pretend he’s bothered, because he’s a stubborn Chibi tsundere, but Dazai can /taste/ the change in his attitude.
‘Don’t say that,’ Chuuya would like to argue.
Don’t insult yourself, when you are so beautiful in so many ways.
Uncle Paul always says that running from your past turns it into a monster, and Chuuya can /see/ that Dazai has a dragon lurking behind him — one he refuses to slay.
But Dazai—
He looks so tormented all the time, beneath that patina of play-pretend cheerfulness.
And, honestly, Chuuya has had enough for today.
He needs to /rest/, to finish this double shift and go home. He needs some good sleep.
He needs a boyfriend he can rely on.
(Chuuya decided that person — /his/ person to rely on — would be Dazai.
He’s sticking by that, now.
He’s deciding to trust him.
It may be foolish, but it’s entirely /rational/.)
So, instead of arguing, the redhead leans forward and rests his forehead against Dazai’s chest.