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so full of love ( i could barely eat ) by grenades
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
11 Dec 2019
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“...Do you think I’m a bad cook?”
A gust of air pushes its way through Sanemi’s open mouth. “What?”
Tomioka flushes- no, he blushes, ears and cheeks dark- and looks away. “The ohagi. Was it bad?”
Sanemi was expecting Tomioka to kill him, or mock him- but this is so, so much worse.
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“Do you want me to teach you how to dance, Jinko? Is that it… Nakajima?”
“Would you laugh if… I said yes?” Atsushi admitted, his voice small and feeble like a mouse. He dared not look back up into Akutagawa’s gaze - he felt as if he would only be met with a laugh - but the mafioso was silent and still underneath his hands. Slowly, his eyes trailed up Akutagawa’s body until they reached his gaze. His gaze was neutral; Atsushi searched for any signs of pity, any signs of amusement, but was left with none in his hands.
The corners of his mouth turned upwards.
“Then, Nakajima, let me teach you how to waltz.”
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aka: they dance in the rain.
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"Why are you looking at me?"
"...Because I want to."
Or, the story of two boys, desperately trying to pull each other out of the darkness.
RUSSIAN TRANSLATION NOW OUT! (HUGE thank you to youkh173_ on twitter for translating it!)
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The mission wasn’t supposed to go like this, it should have been easy with the joined forces of the Agency and Mafia.
“You’re always so picky about your nails, chibi.”
But things don’t always go as planned.
“Should I pull them all out?”
Now Chuuya is captured and Dazai has to go back to an old role, bringing the Demon Prodigy back to life to get his ex-partner out.
But Dazai is too good at acting, and now Chuuya is getting a little scared. -
more love to live inside by intimatopia for wondernoise
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
31 Dec 2019
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He’d walked in on them earlier that day. Chuuya had been sitting on the counter with his legs locked around Dazai’s, pulling his head down. His head had been tilted to the side in a way Fyodor slotted into a new box in his head full of facts about how people kissed. The way bodies worked. The sounds and the lead up. Dazai’s brand of grace was too familiar to be so worth noting, but Fyodor tracked the way his body leaned into Chuuya’s, the tense curve of his shoulders. The way Chuuya seemed to be getting everything he wanted.