Soukoku Whump Fics To Cry For
Whumpy Soukoku fics that I adore.
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"The next day Dazai didn’t show up at the mafia’s headquarters, nor the day after that, and as lazy as the man could be, he was always at work at least for a few minutes, if only to torment his coworkers. So when Chuuya had two suspiciously calm days of work, he knew something was wrong.
It’s not like he cared, it was Dazai, Dazai was… well he was Dazai, annoying and whiny and an absolute asshole. But he was also his partner, and had a pile of paperwork that Chuuya wasn’t about to finish for him. So, after a painfully unsuccessful talk with some of the daily targets of the man’s annoyance, he gave into his own curiosity and made what he knew would be the stupidest decision in his life. He went to visit Dazai."
or Dazai gets tortured, Chuuya comforts him, even if he has no idea what actually happened.
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- Part 2 of Hurting Dazai 101
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He’s sitting on Chuuya’s floor, in the middle of the living room, waiting for the hatrack to find his emergency kit. He’s pressing a towel on his wound, hard, and he’s not thinking about it. His fingers are slick with blood.
“You look horrible, mackerel.” Chuuya announces, emergency kit in one hand, as he sits down in front of him.
Dazai doesn’t answer. He’s focusing on not thinking. And on getting the blood to stop flowing.
Dazai gets shot. It triggers some unwanted memories.
Written for Whumptober 2020 day 6 "Please...", prompt: "Get it out."
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- Part 3 of Whumptober 2020
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Chuuya was never a tactile person…
But for the one who’s trying so hard to initiate contact for no other reason than to spite him, he might as well try to be.
Or: 5 times Chuuya hugged Dazai when he didn"t/couldn"t hug back, and one time his partner requited the gesture.
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And for a while, it helps. The ragged and rough edges of welts and blisters hid the traces of his inhumanity well behind blood and sores. Beyond just being a way to cover his scars, the friction from his sleeves rubbing against the wound during the day sent an agonizing pain down his arm that was excruciating and terrible and completely and utterly grounding in a way Chuuya has never felt before. He reveled in the pain, let it tie him to his body and help him feel the rise and fall of his chest, hear his heartbeat, and mend his imperfections with pain only a human could be capable of feeling. For once, his body felt like his.
Or : Chuuya gives himself chemical burns to hide the scars left behind from corruption. Dazai offers him a better, less harmful solution.
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“You refused to take the mandatory swim test,” Mori said suddenly. Chuuya lifted his head up at the sudden topic change. “Are you afraid of water, Chuuya-kun?”
Chuuya didn’t like where this was going. “No, sir.”
A small ‘ah’ of understanding left Mori’s mouth. “So just afraid of being submerged then?”
His heart skipped a beat. “N-no, Mori-san.”
Mori chuckled. It felt like a death sentence. “Don’t lie to me, Chuuya-kun.”
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Mori knows Chuuya"s worst fears and uses them as punishment.
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