Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Letâs spread the self-love đ
Oh my gosh, hi hi Malaika :3 thank you for thinking of me! Goodness, pick five fics. I'm assuming they need to be completed? I'll list those ones along with their summary!
Temporary Bliss, rated: E, maid chuuya and port mafia dazai, 18 skk, 13k words
After working so hard for three years, Chuuya thought he would never find himself in another maid outfit again. Still, here he wasâa white ruffle headband in his copper locks and a laced off-the-shoulder crinkled crop top that exposed the peppered freckles on his skin. Around his hips was a short black frilly skirt with an ivory apron attached that stopped at the upper portion of his thighs, the material swaying with his movements, teasing the hungry stares of those who had the blessing to witness his body. The lacy sheer stockings he wore hugged the curvature of his toned legs and contrasted beautifully with the polished black heels that signaled his walk of shame with every step he took.
It was so embarrassing, and honestly, way too early in the morning to deal with this shit.
Nothing Like Your Touch, rated: E, skk, rockstar Chuuya and Guitarist Dazai, 6k words
âAre you in my apartment, asshole?â
âOh wow, Chuuya! That was quick. Your slug brain is keeping up!â Dazai giggles. âDonât blame me. Blame your security. Itâs so easy to convince them that Iâm still part of your band with a counterfeit badge.â
âYou really need to stop doing that. You were a temporary,â Chuuya grumbles with a sigh and a pinch to the bridge of his nose. âWhat are you doing there anyway?â
A laugh and then once again, the phone is fumbled, as if placed away from them, as Dazaiâs voice sounds a little further away. âWhat am I doing? Well, I said I was going to paint you a picture, but I also needed to hear the sound of your voice to do it.â
âChuuyaâŠâ Dazaiâs voice lowers, and a moan escapes his lips through the line. Just the sound of his name on Dazaiâs lips, laced in lust and honey, gets Chuuyaâs adrenaline pumping again. The scream of his fans has nothing against Dazaiâs breathy moans.
âYou better not make a mess on my bed without me there.â
A Tale of a Tail, rated: M, skk, warlock dazai and red mage chuuya, 12k words
Requirements?
A hand comes to his chin, and he hums thoughtfully. Surely, he could do it. It didn't seem all that complicated. If the ârequirementâ were self-imposed, then that means only Dazai would know the key to return to being human. So, technically, he can make the requirement something entirely easy, and heâd return to himself in no time.
An idea lights up in his mind, and a slow grin creeps on his lips. The little tickle in his stomach suddenly makes him giddy. The sparkle in his eye told him that he had just found his entertainment for the rest of the day. He surely had too much time on his hands. And this just gave him more of an excuse to annoy a certain raging redhead, and theyâd be none the wiser. No one would know. Heâd be able to deny all of it and say it wasn't him.
Dazai starts to chuckle like a gremlin in the dark.
On The Pier of Yokohama, rated: M, skk, mermaid chuuya, and captain dazai, 8k
If he had to describe what he was looking for, it would be a lighthouse for himself. Hence, he decided this would be the location for his final goodbye to a world that did not need him and that he felt he was not made for. He was a failed barge at sea that could not steer clear at the young age of thirteen. There was no light to follow, no captain behind his ship.
He knew it would be painful to drown, to hit the stone as the waves break, thrashing his body around, and to be eaten by ocean life. He thought of a million scenarios in his head of the pain he would feel by following through with this decision and why he shouldnât do it, but not one of those thoughts screamed at him loud enough to stop his body from inching toward the ledge.
In his final moments, he recalls how the storm's flashes filtered through the water in photographic snaps, with a figure reaching out for him from above. He watched as the shadowy figure swam quickly against the current. It was as powerful a sight as the outside tempest: faint images of fiery red and wide, panicked blue eyes holding him close.
A small smile parts his lips to reassure the other with a thank you, and the world around him suddenly falls quietâŠ
City of Sand Castles, rated: G, kids skk becoming friends through play, 4k words
Chuuya crawls to the sliding tube tunnel and motions for Dazai to follow him. Dazai gulps, looking at the slide again, his head starting to shake ânoâ, but stops when Chuuya sits first, then tells Dazai to sit behind him with a pat on the plastic. âCome on, you can hug me if you want. We can pretend to ride a motorcycle.â
âA motorcycle?â
âYeah, look. Iâll show you!â
So, he does. Dazaiâs curiosity outweighed his nervousness, and soon, he found himself sitting behind Chuuya and wrapping his little arms around his tummy. He wanted to use his hands to hold Claude, but he feared letting go of Chuuya, so he again put Claude in his lap, sandwiched between them.
âHold tight! Letâs start âer up!â Chuuya smirked back at Dazai and pretended to ignite his motorcycle, revving the engine with his little fists. The wind tunnels up the tube again, and Dazai feels like heâs riding a bike. He giggles this time, and Chuuya then asks, âYou ready?â
Dazai beams back and says, âYep!â Chuuya grins and pushes forward, then they both go down the slide with big grins and cheers.
