Ok but listen. AU where Soulmates can communicate telepathically.
Cut to Soukoku: the most devastating partnership the mafia ever had.
An understanding so complete that also comes from the fact that— well, they /do/ hear each other thoughts.
They /have/ a deeper connection.
Nobody knows it because they always refused to address their unwanted connection, but—
but /they/ know.
They both try to ignore their link after Dazai defects. Sometimes they still talk, sometimes they argue.
Chuuya does his best to respect Dazai’s mourning, to keep out of the
brunet’s head while he remembers his best friend.
And then, on some nights, Chuuya gets /really/ drunk and angry.
Dazai ignores him, letting the redhead shout into the void while he rolls on the side and tries to focus on the pillow under him and not on the voice in his head.
Chuuya knows Dazai is alive (if his slumber, mourning and hiding can be called living anyway).
Dazai knows Chuuya didn’t betray him.
They both do their best to ignore each other’s thoughts, but it becomes harder after the Agency and Port Mafia start crossing paths often.
And just consider SKK crossing paths in Yokohama while Dazai is with the ADA?
Chuuya is absolutely /fine/ with being ignored. He doesn’t want to talk to Dazai anyway.
He’s just a tiny bit glad because Dazai’s thoughts seem so /bright/ while he’s with his colleagues.
The same can’t be said whenever Chuuya triggers Corruption, though.
Then, Dazai is only left with an empty, continuous ringing in his ears.
He is alone in his head, almost as if Chuuya doesn’t exist anymore — as if he never existed.
/That/ is terrifying.
I just have a lot of thoughts about SKK being soulmates AND always connected, ignore me LMAO
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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.
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.