#soukoku fanfiction

[anticidic]

This Is How the Story of Us Ends

In his reckless act to neither lose Chuuya nor the Port Mafia, Dazai lost himself. 1313 words of angst — Beast!AU skk — minor depictions of violence

He had a front-row seat just like last time.

Just like last time.

A few months too soon at sixteen he was waving off five of the oddest people he had come to know but who became his friends in those same few months. It was a day of death, but he was not alone—familiar faces surrounded him then, and it felt like a cold but understanding hug from every Port Mafia agent, including Mori, attending the wake. That death was familiar, inescapable, but never got any easier.

And now six years too soon at twenty-two he was waving off the last person he thought made it out alive from his past. Chuuya now thought himself foolish for believing in Dazai. For believing in them.

“I think I might’ve found something worth living for, after all,” Dazai said then at fifteen. He was a gangly, annoying kid—the most annoying Chuuya had ever had the displeasure of meeting then—and it was…such a weird thing to say. They were fifteen years young and had the whole wide world ahead of them for the taking. There was plenty to live for. Especially when death had become a constant in their lives. Dazai was just weird.

Sixteen…seventeen…eighteen. Chuuya came to believe him. Things seemed to look up. Dazai’s words were utter nonsense back then, but Chuuya understood as the years went on. And then at that same eighteen, it was all downhill from there. He never got his partner back after Dazai took up the mantle as the next boss of the mafia. What was a distant dream to cling to as a ‘what-if’ of them became impossible. There was no getting back Dazai. The framed portrait of the man staring back at him surrounded by so, so many bouquets of lilies and roses was forever trapped in Chuuya’s past with everyone else.

“However, Chuuya, you have to believe me,” Dazai said then as he pulled out a knife and stabbed himself in the thigh. He winced through clenched teeth, his knees buckling. “To protect this world, I can’t lose either you, or the Port Mafia.”

What did he expect? What did anyone in this room expect? This kind of reality was saddening and infuriating all at once, but his present anger was so hushed and listless, he could barely sigh. Dazai was gone.

Chuuya’s fists carried anger, despair, chaos. Vandalizing his grave wouldn’t be enough. Nothing would ever be enough.

***

“It’s truly a shame, isn’t it?” Hirotsu gestured to the urn sitting on the desk. He looked only briefly with an expression of mixed pain and remorse. It was an overpowering source of misery, and Chuuya couldn’t blame him. All that was left to do was scatter the ashes over Dazai’s grave. “Too soon, I’d say. But I’ve been in this line of work long enough to know that everything is temporary. At least three bosses now have come and gone in the Port Mafia’s recent history, and I shudder to think—”

“Whatever you’re thinking, you can get it out of your head,” Chuuya said coolly. Unlike Hirotsu’s display of bravery, Chuuya couldn’t bear to look at the urn. It was disgustingly polished and a hideous white. Like some kind of beautiful vase that belonged at home and not here, draped in ancient sadness. “It’s nothing new to me. I’ve had to step up and be a leader before, I can do it again. Now is when the Port Mafia needs guidance and for me to step up more than ever. It’ll pass. Like all things do.”

He just didn’t expect it to be so soon. This day was inevitable, but too soon.

“You’ll die by my hands, got it?” Chuuya had said only a few weeks prior, shooting Dazai a pointed look. And then Dazai robbed him even of that. Dazai had taken everything from him and took it to his grave.

“I don’t question your authority as the new boss, I know and trust that you’ve become more than capable as a leader over the years. It’s just…” Hirotsu’s eyes wandered to the urn again and he seemed to flinch, as if the sight of it was physically painful. “It’s the circumstances by which Dazai-kun—er, the ex-boss—died. Assassination isn’t uncommon, it’s almost expected. His predecessor knew Dazai would come for his head sooner or later. I do think the last few years have been strange, though, to say the least. Why become a boss so young? And then to do what he did. It didn’t have to be the answer, but I also knew him as a boy, then a man, who possessed a powerful, scheming mind and never doubted his judgment.”

Dazai was a piece of shit, all right, but damn if Chuuya didn’t miss him. It was suddenly too quiet, too tense around headquarters now. Chuuya would walk down the halls and hear Dazai’s laughter flood them, boyish, still haunting him. Following Chuuya everywhere he went, even to his house and to bed. Straight into his nightmares.

He was also the last standing person of the past Chuuya clung to, and even that was gone now. All that remained were the memories of everyone he had lost. He was tallying up the deaths like they were points in a game, except Chuuya was a loser and the prize for losing was this wonderfully empty existence.

And Dazai couldn’t even look him in the eye and say goodbye.

“I still remember visiting the slums with him years ago when you two met, and the way you greeted us,” Hirotsu recalled fondly. He appeared lost in thought as he recalled that day when they were fifteen, as if secretly wishing to turn back time and do things differently but realizing that he was as powerless as everyone else.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Chuuya waved a hand and leaned back in his chair. Across his shoulders and down his body was the scarf that was now his. A symbol of authority, of pride, but all Chuuya felt was heavy in body, mind, and soul. He wore the remains of his ex-partner, ex-boss, ex-something and perhaps felt the same doom Dazai did in his final days. That he, too, would die someday. Soon. “Can it, gramps, I don’t want to hear about him anymore. He doesn’t exist. He’s dead to me; just another stain on the Port Mafia’s history. If you don’t have anything else you need to speak with me about, then you’re dismissed.”

Hirotsu met his gaze with a conflicted one that gave way to a tiny smile. He turned to leave, pausing by the double doors leading out when he said, “Take care, boss.”

Chuuya closed his eyes and released a shuddering breath. Dazai would never truly die so long as Chuuya carried a piece of him. He realized then that was all he was: a living soul not-quite-alive but not-quite-dead wearing the deaths of his friends and the people in his life on himself. From the hat given to him by a dead boss once worn by a dead spy, to the motorcycle he kept in good condition all these years. And now his scarf. He would never leave the past because he could not let it go.

The ashes. He still had one more thing to do. Maybe then Dazai would finally leave him alone and leave the world for good. So why did his ultimate wish of getting rid of Dazai feel so bad? His stomach twisted into knots and his throat suddenly went dry. He wanted this, so why did his eyes sting so badly?

“So much for finding something to live for, but you died unhappy, and you’ll never find peace now.”

In his reckless act to neither lose Chuuya nor the Port Mafia, Dazai lost himself.

[zaisamoo]

more soukoku. ok i swear my next post will be an actual and colored drawing that isnt soukoku

[scarletgray]

they should invent eyesight that doesn't go bad from reading fanfiction on your phone 24/7

[elainiisms]

[lokabrenna-writes]

(BSD Chapter 114)

Attention my fellow fanfic writers!!

Now that it is canon that Dazai apparently was known to (at least by Chuuya) roll around on the floor when "fretting," we must act quickly and either add this crucial detail to either our on-going or future fics! Slow burns, fluffs, one-shots, everything- especially angst!!! I fully expect the next angst fic I read to have Dazai stop, drop, and roll. I will certainly be adding this to my current fic. I don't know when, but the time will come. That is all. Thank you *bows out, curtains close, etc.*

[collectingavenuesmwue]

List of 150+ skk fics

I’m so sorry this is really disorganized 😭 I haven’t read a majority of these so I have no clue which are multi-chapters or one-shots 🙏🙏

UPDATE: WE NOW HAVE OVER 150+ FICS! please do not let the number intimidate you, all these fics are amazing works of art <3

GOOD LUCK GUYS‼️

This is how it feels to take a fall - forest_raccoon

Willful neglect - toucheslikethesun

I’ll always come for chuuya - anon

I was screaming your name through the radio - ElectricSplatter

A lesson in thorns - arkastadt 

When i awake - wildflowertea 

Because i’m not me without you - millelav 

For one day - StarshipDancer

A peer behind the mask - karmicMayhem 

Its easy if it’s you - lunarumbra 

Lie lie truth - StarshipDancer

i’ll bleed out for you - Starshipdancer 

Linger - iskendaris 

Six peculiar things about chuuya nakahara according to dazai - BlowingYourMind

Untainted memories - serenathea 

Narrow staircases - rutu14 

Picking a flower that blooms on the heart for you - burgundytshirt 

Home is where the heart is - setosdarkness 

360 degrees - setosdarkness

Dearest hatrack- xxalwayssofia 

This isn’t giving up no this is letting go - Erica45

Do i get my worthless reward yet? - World_Ender22 

Alexithymia - pitouchips  (I have a shrine in my head for this fic it’s so scrumptious)

When Humanity leaves - TheBloodySadist

The harder they fall - the_most_happy (This one is really cute)

Firefly - aetta

Everything had changed, yet the moon was still there -  fifi_writes

Going home - silaswastaken 

Without words - starshipdancer

Hide the truth - writingfromtheshadows

I’ll always come for chuuya - timeisdancing 

All my own - halfbloom (diphylleias)

Around we go (and back again) - zombiemarker

Bite your tongue - soupthatistoohot 

All the holes we had to breathe - airiena 

Deaths offers no absolution - Zairielon 

Like a piece of glass - kagshina 

Over every extinguished past - tucuxi

Silent sorrows/ loud feelings - foundmywei 

STORM - findmywei

Stay - the_most_happy

Clear skies - burgundytshirt

I’ll make a home in your gut because it’s somewhere warm to sleep - arahabakii 

Replaceable- timeisdancing

Run away with me - timeisdancing

I was never meant to last - timeisdancing

Lessons in kissing - timeisdancing 

The void is loud and wants tuna - mistflowerxuan 

The last string to sever - foundmywei

His dark eyes got a little lighter - blowingyourmind (This fic is so cute)

Seeing red - athenaistired

I’ll die in his cold, cold arms - venusdahlia (I LOVE this fic)

Id do it all again (and i will) -noomm9393 

Willful neglect - timeisdancing

Teenage nightmares commit atrocities - forever_wandering

Snow white and the huntsman - paranoid_fridge

One more time with feelings - Root (Fyki)

Doll parts - the_most_happy

If you refuse to listen i’ll say it twice, love of my life - olympiansally 

Sulfur and vinegar - jjmvge 

Rum-flavoured tales - blackoocat  (Ilove this fic it’s so cute)

30 kisses - setosdarkness

Partners - setosdarkness

Wet bandages - starshipdancer

Moving pains - cactusnamedbob

Realizations in a shared hotel room - setosdarkness

Only for you - StormDew2

A game of honesty - starshipdancer

For the rest of the hour - photography_tea

Selfish - Root(fyki)

Sleeping habits - purplesan

All these reckless night - feralrookie(ag_sasami)

So if you go too far i’ll be there - Kimisu

Cuddles for a god - gay._and_dying

You’re drunk (but i guess i’ll stay) - StormDew2

Comforts of the floor - smol_biblophile_firefly

This side of you - soukokuparadise

Come lie with my bones - nolongersorrows 

Slightly more human - bullshitzarry

The fire under his skin - blowingyourmind

The moments in between - hellcatspangledshalalala

Recovery - rutu14

Stab wound - sp1tl0rd

It starts with bloodshed - parasocialism

All that i can give for you - Bitterbutcute

A place like this - roadtosomewhere

Whispers in the dark - castielwho

Lend me your shoulder (i’ve never had someone to lean on) - scripted_suicide

I have died every night waking for you (all alone i have been waiting for you) - scripted_suicide

An attempt at intimacy - unc4nnycrypt1d

Hey look, the sky’s falling apart - saffroncassis (aww this one’s cute)

For the record - zombiemarker

A mouth to empty into - SERIES osamuchuu

Love is not a victory march - osamuchuu

Believe me darling, the stars were made for falling - communist_sasuke

Trust fall - insi

Even the darkness we’re watching is so beautiful - Nastyaex

Stay - neon_toad

Where are you? - doeinsinct

Run away with me - Anon

Stay the night - Shinkirou

Fool for loyalty, or some other word - osamuchuu

Under wraps - coffeebiscuits 

Nothing more important than you - stormdew2

The heat of your orange - etrevil 

Mors Vincit Omnia - themadtree 

The city where the wind blows - Raven_Rein (MY GOD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL)

ANY likeshining fics please they’re great

Dazai in 2010 - HyperNovva

Heartless - arkastadat

Inseparable - milwritescausewhynot

Turning pages - arkastadat

x - strawberry_wlw (skk as math equations this wa so cute)

When I awake - wildflowertea

So if I survive, then I’ll see you tomorrow - prettysicknasty

Can I help you? - Or the hilariously ironic yet accidentally romantic tale of the bookshop cashier who never read and the literature major who couldn’t stop - EuGrace

Brute - moved (liberateas)

Soul - roadtosomewhere

The (latte) art of seduction - prsnlenvy

Harvester of Sorrow - arkastadt

What is being human anyway? - why_cant_turtles_fly (PLEASE READ THIS GUYS PLEASEPLEASE)

Visiting Hours - the_most_happy (this fic BROKE me)

On Pins & Needles - UnicornPopcorn14

ten tons of silence - katering

There You Are (In My Arms) - calmlb

hold my hand, consign me not to darkness - ekkorukki

Cigarette Sunsets - cainwear

The way I love you (and everything in between) - Aspendoesinfactlive

Pristine Pages of Twisted Fate - Milky_latte

The Night That Belonged To No One - SavvyzKoolr

Instinct to Love series - skylorr

Letters From the Heart - WDAMN2 (go ahead and break my heart will you)

Chuuya the Vampire Slayer - Criticalpancake

Project Cauldron series - yugi_amane_is_dead

Breathe the life back into my bones - BlowingYourMind

Magnetic Pull - BlowingYourMind

daffodils are honest - bipretzels

The Sky is What We Leave Behind - CapriStar (OneDer)

The Sailor Song - fauxtales

you became the devil (just to save me from hell?) - EmeraldEclipse

Tainted Heart, Corrupted Soul - GingerbreadRunsAway

with every battle, we lose a little more - RegHasBeenCorrupted (hunger games au WHEN?????)

See through my scars - chxxrychuu

strange in all aspects - setosdarkness

The (Un)Lucky Ones - songofthesheep

Our Bittersweet Symphony - EmotionalGemini

Instinct to Love - skylorr SERIES

One More Duet (With this Love of Mine) - SandgrassBagel (this fic is beautiful)

Fuck Me Harder - the_most_happy (the silliest little goobers)

MOTORSPORT. - saisblue

as the gold bleeds into grey - starcollectorsilas (out of all these fics please read this it’s amazing)

Où le cœur habite - LeaWillowsnap

A Slow Day - StarshipDancer

If Looks Could Kill, Then You’d Do Better Than A Shotgun Shell - PlayRough

Cheers Darlin’ - dhiskeyo3

[seaskate]

I love how in BSD every au and fanfic that someone makes could be true.

Person A came up with a pirate au, cool let's write it into the Book and see if Odasaku lives in this one or if Dazai decides to stop being a pirate and go join some other sea faring crew instead. Magic and Mystery? Sure why not? The aus where Dazai and Chuuya got to UA? That too.

There is a book that can create countless alternate realities, which means that any of them and every of fic technically has the chance to be true in one of them.

[leelumpolelum]

eternal sunshine

so this is inspired by my fic which is inspired by the move eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

i spent on this way to many hours but it was worth it??? (i actually think this is the best thing i made by myself so far)

if you like it thats awesome

if you want to read my fic it’s on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62588731

<3

[us3r999999]

soukoku fics you need to read.

yes, most of them are by arkastadt as you can see but it's because they are literally the skk messiah

[starcollectorsilas]

do you ever think about the night that dazai and chuuya realised they had been missing each other longer than they'd known each other?

At some point, between the three and four year mark of Dazai leaving the PM, they both had a moment where they realised how long it had actually been. They realised why something in their life wasn't quite right despite the grief having mostly worn off.

For Chuuya, it was in the evening. He's a busy person, when he learned Dazai defected he resolved not to think about it while working. Dazai no longer had a face or a name. The clinical detachment he used to loathe and simultaneously envy Dazai for became the only thing that stopped him from having a breakdown every time something he needed to work on because of the former demon prodigy crossed his desk. It was the only thing he could ever replicate Dazai's carelessness towards.

Then, he gets home from work after a particularly long day and has to resist the urge to crash into his bed fully clothed. He takes his time and goes through the motions, relaxing and getting ready for bed until he crashes onto his couch and can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that he doesn't have any more work to do.

Then, he sees something. Maybe he's looking for something to watch and sees a particular movie or show, maybe he's scrolling through social media and sees a brunette with brown eyes, maybe it's a flower or a constellation but he's reminded of Dazai.

Something uncomfortably close to hurt and grief fills his chest, and unwillingly, his eyes flick to the date, and his brain reminds him that Dazai would be 21 for a few months by now. Dazai was 18 when he left. Unbidden, he thinks about his and Dazai's 18th birthdays respectively, and the chaos they cause. He has to force himself to not dream about what they could have done for his 21st. What they could do for his 22nd. He gets up for a bottle of wine and a glass.

For Dazai, it was slightly different. He had more time to process, during his years alone while waiting out the clearing of his criminal record, a few weeks at a time in a foreign country under a fake name, he had all the time to mope around. His daydreaming of what things he could have changed was endless, he spent day after day rebuilding worlds in his head where he returned to Yokohama to break into Chuuya's apartment and drag him to france, or russia or america, anywhere as long as he was there.

So, it was a mistake he hadn't made in a long time, following along behind his chattering coworkers with his hands in his pockets, smiling and joking until he passed something he hadn't seen before in a spot he used to visit, and ran over to check it out, turning back around with an excited "Chuuya, look!" only to be met with empty air and his coworkers slightly further down the street from when he ran away.

For a few moments, he just stares at the empty spot where he expected Chuuya to be, where he should have been, an ache in his chest making itself known again, the hole which had temporarily been filled with new faces and names widening to recreate the gap where Chuuya once was. (That little hole in his heart was much too big, Dazai thought, since Chuuya was so tiny. The joke he attempted to make to himself only made it hurt worse.)

When he returned to his coworkers it wasn't quite with the same enthusiasm before. That night was spent with a bottle of sake and a small collection of old photos, dates all over three years prior.

Neither bring it up, but there's a small sense of relief when they come face to face in a port mafia basement, that they can make up for the fourth year, that they have the chance to know each other longer than they missed each other again.

[burstbubbbles]

🏁 and away we go! 🏁

main ship: soukoku

rating: T (will go up eventually)

tags: alternate universe - formula 1, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, humor, soukoku's unconventional mating rituals, racing au, mutual pining, budding love.

status: ongoing, ch. 3/15

everyone say thank you diana @reading-stains for sponsoring the gorgeous artwork by dibu!

hopefully reblog so it reaches more potential readers <33

[nyxi-pixie]

And power, Dazai knows, is an odd thing for the slug. He likes it, he’s good with it. But it leaves him lonely. That’s what happens when you’re ungrounded. Able to go up and up and up, unbound by gravity. But above, where no one else can follow, all you’ll find is solitude. How ironic for Dazai’s isolating ability to bring him down, away from that, and back to him.

Or, a study in power, the tendency to dehumanise it, and one guy who is just really really weird about it

OR, skk post corruption porn. come get your food <33

for @booksandpaperss

[gravimel]

look chuuya… it’s snowing in november. how odd is that?

first and last post of november or smth

[scarletgray]

[booksandpaperss]

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Chuuya starts, conviction (and probably some desperation) firm in his voice. “Neither of us are gonna leave this damn room. Call in sick, or whatever the fuck I don’t care, but you’re not going into work, or anywhere today. I’ll fucking hold you down just like this if I have to. Got it?” Dazai cocks his head, and Chuuya can tell he’s really trying hard to maintain the bored look on his face. Chuuya’s known Dazai long enough to recognize when he’s curious. “Am I being held hostage by the mafia right now? Is that what’s happening?”

The one where Dazai succeeds in the death he’s always longed for, and Chuuya and Atsushi will do whatever it takes to save the man who saved them before they even realized they were being saved. However many times it takes.

A study in loving someone who refuses to be loved.

Or, soukoku and atsushi timeloop: the fic

[iamtheracoonking]

So do you guys happen to know a good Buddy Daddies but make it Soukoku fic? Or like any fic where Dazai and Chuuya just end up with a child in the most random way possible and now have to take care of it for an indefinite amout of time? If you do then pleeaaaseee just spare me the name. Thank you in advance! 🙏 And who knows, maybe I can make a post with my fave parentSKK fics one of these days so it would be ✨️equivalent exchange ✨️.