SOULMATE AU MEME

[thesalamander]

A world where soulmates exist and can be identified. There are tons of variations on this AU - check out this masterlist for inspiration.

Post your character and ship preferences, and possibly note a couple AUs you'd be interested in playing. Tag around, have fun or cry or both, etc.

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[informantic]

I'm very grateful, Dazai-kun. God knows where I would've ended up tonight if my hunch about Bar Lupin hadn't proven to be right.

[Ango toes off his shoes in the doorway, then sits on the edge of Dazai's bed and loosens his tie. He's tired, yes, but... he doesn't really want to be without Dazai just yet, and "borrow" rather than "share" sounds like Dazai plans to give him the room to himself.

Well. Considering all the flirting Dazai's already done, is there really any harm in a simple clarification?]

I'm not all that restless of a sleeper, if you'd like to share the bed...

[thesettingsun]

[That was the plan, he'd crash with Oda or Ango, but-]

I'd love to!

[...and then his face falls.]

But I'm an insomniac, I'll be the one keeping you awake...

[informantic]

[If that isn't the least surprising thing he's ever discovered about a person...

Ango works off his tie, unbuttons his blazer, all with a secretive grin on his lips. At last, once he's down to his undershirt and stands up to unbuckle his belt, he offers his solution:]

I'll be fine if you stay with me until I fall asleep.

[thesettingsun]

I can manage that.

[So he'll sit down on the bed, waiting for Ango to finish undressing and join him. ...Depending on the level of undress he may check Ango out, but no one can blame him.]

[informantic]

[Tragically, the boxers don't come off, but they're a snug enough fit that Dazai can extrapolate good things from what he does see. Ango sits beside Dazai and takes off his glasses last of all, looking sidelong at him with big, surprisingly vulnerable green eyes.]

Well. Goodnight, then, Dazai-kun.

[He stretches out on his back, leaving Dazai ample room but hoping he'll end up with most of Dazai curled against him anyway.]

[thesettingsun]

Goodnight, Ango.

[While he doesn't undress - because he does plan to speak to the librarians in something other than his underwear - he'll slip off his coat before curling up near to Ango. They aren't touching, but it's close.

All he has to do is stay still and quiet long enough for Ango to sleep. He isn't expecting to get tired, but that's just what happens when you stay still long enough - it isn't like he'll actually fall asleep.

(He will actually fall asleep.)]

[informantic]

[Ango's not exactly used to sharing a bed with someone, so he stirs halfway to wakefulness several times during the night, only to be lulled right back to sleep by the warmth of another body curled beneath the covers so close to his. That other body drifts closer and closer each time until Ango finally wakes up fully enough to realize that Dazai has, essentially, attached himself in every possible way - legs hooked over legs, arms clinging wherever they can, head weighing down Ango's shoulder and upper torso similarly pinning his chest.

That's not quite as comfortable as the diffuse body heat, but it is...

... well. It is hotter in more ways than one.]

I'll bet you sleep like a rock, too, don't you? [He's speaking more to himself than Dazai, since he really doesn't expect to wake the other man up with any ease, and he sounds as exasperated as he does fond.] "Insomniac," indeed.

[He brushes his free hand across Dazai's cheek, then grows bolder and slides his fingertips down the side of his neck, his touch featherlight.]

[thesettingsun]

[He is an insomniac, he just doesn't usually sleep next to Ango.

As if to prove that he was speaking the truth, just that light touch gets Dazai to stir a little, tightening his grip on Ango and murmuring something indistinguishable under his breath. He'll wake up in a second or two.]

[informantic]

[Soulmates are magical things.

And if Dazai really does sleep that poorly most of the time, Ango should probably stop bothering him... but he doesn't, instead choosing to comb his fingers through Dazai's brilliantly red hair. Now that he's begun to feed this urge for more physical contact with Dazai, and now that Dazai seems to have done the same while fast asleep, Ango finds it very difficult to stop.

Next he shifts the position of his other arm to press a hand against Dazai's lower back, holding him closer and stroking gently up and down the line of his spine. What a strange feeling, to know and love someone so completely when you've technically just met.]

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai's eyes flutter open, to the beautiful sight of Ango in his bed.]

Mm... morning. Did I fall asleep here...?

[Even when awake, he has no real desire to let go of Ango.]

[informantic]

[Ango is a pretty lovely sight first thing in the morning, in a way that only the most buttoned up and repressed people can be - something about the rumpled softness of his mussed hair and sleepy eyes changes all of his features for the better, much like his smile does.]

You did, and unless you managed to sneak away and back without waking me, must have slept through the night. I never would have guessed that I made such a comfortable pillow.

[thesettingsun]

[He's a treasure. Dazai almost wishes he didn't ever have to leave.]

How embarrassing... I was going to talk to the librarians for you, but it seems there's no resisting your allure.

[His cuddling allure, to be more specific.]