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- ABO -
“Chuuya, understand that I had to leave the Mafia―”
“To hell with the Mafia!” Chuuya snapped, his voice on the verge of breaking as tears started camping in the corner of his eyes. “To hell with Mori and orders and the fucking Mafia. I meant me, Dazai. This is about you and me, not Mori or the fucking Mafia!”
When Chuuya suddenly goes into heat, it's up to Dazai to help him out.
- CANON DIVERGENCE -
“Chuuya,” Dazai’s voice tugs Chuuya out of his thoughts, “I’m leaving the Port Mafia as soon as I can after tonight. I want you to come with me.”
When Chuuya wakes up in the middle of an ongoing fight without any memory of how he got there or what happened to him, he ends up turning to someone saved as 'bandage-waster' in his phone. Somehow, it just feels like the right decision.
There isn't anything normal about the Armed Detective Agency, but there are constants, one of them being how Dazai and Chuuya always bicker when they meet. Until, one day, they don't.
Mission or not, he didn’t want to be out in the freezing weather, especially when he could be spending it inside researching different suicide methods, so about halfway through, he had left Chuuya to finish the rest on his own.
Yawning, Dazai glanced down at his phone.
After vanishing from the Mafia without a trace, Dazai was here, in Chuuya's apartment, bleeding out in his bathroom.
Fyodor makes an announcement that Dazai is dead. Chuuya reacts as well as anyone could expect—with extreme violence.
It wasn't Dazai who left the Port Mafia and later joined the Armed Detective Agency after a certain incident.
No, it was Chuuya.
A story of continuous searching, touching reunions and building a future.
Chuuya gets struck by a curse that renders him comatose, where the only cure is to let him have the thing he considers 'most important' in his hands. Everyone, of course, turns to Dazai for help.
- EMOTIONAL HURT/COMFORT -
Because this is what partners do after all.
Or Dazai has a bad day, Chuuya tries so hard and no words were needed but spoken still.
Dazai was drowning, and all he could see was the moon.
Its reflection shimmered on the sea surface, and it was hazy because of the movement of the waves, but it was still a beautiful sight. It was a full moon this night, and it hung substantial and intense in the night sky.
There’s a legend, Dazai muses, about a Chinese poet named Li Po who drowned after trying to embrace the moon’s reflection in the water in a drunken state.
Chuuya said kindness like he wasn’t, for all his violence, still the kindest thing in the universe to have ever touched Dazai. To have known him, even at the height of his cruelty, and touch him softly now, in spite of it.
“You need a Doctor.” Dazai stated.
“That’s fucking rich, coming from you.” Chuuya coughed wetly, eyelids bunching up at the corners while Dazai ran his own gaze over Chuuya’s body and came away with thirty-two likely points of tension. He stared down at Chuuya seriously.
Chuuya returns home to find Dazai already in his apartment, looking a bit worse for the wear.
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Chuuya’s hands brushed across his partner’s face, pushing rain-matted hair back. Dazai was soaking wet and shivering, eyes tight with pain.
Chuuya sighed. “Who did this to you, Dazai?”
“Could you just leave me alone? You’re good at that, aren’t you?”
· ~ ·
The day after using Corruption, Dazai runs into Chuuya—only, his ex-partner seems intent on avoiding him, not even rising to his taunts. Clearly, the situation must be remedied at once.
He scrubbed Dazai’s hair between his fingers until it squeaked before ripping a dish towel down from the hook beside the faucet and ruffling it through his hair. Dazai was still singing to himself and when a half-smile stole across his face Chuuya suddenly couldn’t help himself and he leaned down to kiss him full on the mouth.
Dazai’s lips were warm and wet under his, and Chuuya felt strength sing in his core as he cupped the sides of Dazai’s jaw to seal the moment in place. He lost himself in the sensation, in the push-pull between them made physical and real. He swallowed the sounds that crept up Dazai’s throat and wanted more.
"Do you want me to leave?"
"No."
"What do you need, Chuuya?"
In which Dazai is always there to give Chuuya what he needs and Chuuya isn't sure what to make of it.
“Oi, Dazai. We’re here.” Chuuya reached into the car to shake Dazai’s shoulders a bit, rearranging his coat to lay over the man’s back. Dazai swayed and blinked up at him. Whatever painkillers he’d been given had stolen the sharpness from his face. Dazai looked fifteen again, wide-eyed and vulnerable.
And then he smiled. He smiled and Chuuya’s heart stuttered because it was so fucking real, so small and different from all the painted faces he wore now.
This was dangerous.
Dazai can be a bit much at times, and it's a good thing Chuuya has maturity and grace enough in him now to see them through it.
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“I won’t play games with you tonight, Dazai, I get enough of that from fucking Mori.”
Dazai’s eyes flashed darkly. “Don’t compare me to him.”
“Hey, chibi,” Dazai says, and Chuuya's head whips around to the sound of his voice with a snarl. “Mind if I sit with you?”
After Chuuya has been kidnapped by an enemy organization, Kouyou calls Dazai for a kind of help only he can provide.
- FANTASY (Were-Creatures, Afterlife) -
The war between species has spread across the continent. It was as if all of them were hiding quietly in the shadows, waiting for a signal to begin the massacre. Battles took place day and night as the world entered the Dark Age.
It was in such an environment that Chuuya experienced his very first heat...
Odasaku is a guardian angel sent down to stop Dazai from killing himself, and he figures out the only person keeping Dazai on the right track is his childhood best friend, Chuuya. But Dazai is pushing him away.
Because he’s in love with him.
Sand dusted his clothes as the wind picked it up from the ground and into the air.
Looking around, Chuuya searched for a familiar face.
The most beautiful flowers are the most dangerous. Delicate petals hide the sharpest thorns. Chuuya has always been the same. His magic is wild, uncontrolled—he can create destruction and beauty in the same breath. It was natural then, for him to catch the eye of the God of Death.
- HANAHAKI DISEASE -
Dazai always believed that deep down Chuuya held some affection for him. He wasn’t expecting the flowers to tell him otherwise.
Chuuya contracts a disease that makes him cough up flowers out of heartbreak. Dazai refuses to heal his heart or let him die. Chuuya does the same.
“He would never come, not for me, anyway.”
“B-But you were partners!”
“Partners, huh?” Chuuya laughs. Hollow. Empty. “We used to be partners, just like how I used to love him.”
Dazai catches the Hanahaki Disease. Mori, not wanting to lose his best Executive, gives Chuuya a mission – to help Dazai recover by any means possible, including having him fall in love with someone else who can reciprocate his feelings.
- INSANITY -
Fully stepping away, he dropped the brush, letting it clatter unceremoniously on the floor.
Hollow eyes took in the face recreated from lingering dreams and artificially produced by layers of paint. At the sight, Dazai smiled.
An empty one devoid of joy, and a voice colder than frost-bitten air cut through the silence.
“Why do you look so familiar?”
Chuuya dreams every night, and in those dreams, he dies the most horrendous deaths, over and over. He wakes up in a cold sweat, afraid and disoriented.
Dazai always assures him that they are nothing but nightmares.
In this world, Fyodor has successfully obtained The Book. In this world, Dazai has witnessed Chuuya’s death 18,263 times.
Chuuya dies after Dazai’s betrayal. In exchange for letting him see Chuuya’s corpse one last time, Mori invites Dazai back to the mafia.
"Say, Chuuya."
Blue eyes narrow and sharpen like cold steel once the question leaves his lips.
“Won’t you kill me?”
Chuuya’s blood ran cold at the sound of the soft yet chilling laugh that caused his hairs to stand on end.
Amber eyes looked at him, holding him rooted in place till Dazai dropped back to the ground shortly after.
“Well now,” the brunet began in an empty tone.
“This is just too cruel."
- LIGHT ANGST/FLUFF -
Dazai was as usual, bristling through the crowded Yokohama when he bumps into Chuuya ― the odd thing was, Chuuya didn't even pay attention to Dazai's insults. Who knew this day would come?
“Oi, Dazai. Lately I’ve been running out of things to read.”
“Oh? Let me introduce you to something new then, Chuuya.”
“Please.” The voice he heard before became a little more desperate. “Chuuya, open your eyes.”
"I'd never leave you, partner."
Expecting to enjoy an uneventful Christmas Eve, Chuuya settles into his apartment with wine and good company.
Dazai, of course, has other plans.
Thankfully, everyone knew Dazai and Chuuya — if not, they would've been confused as to why they were insulting each other rather than saying their vows.
"The marriageable half of Double Black, huh?"
The Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency celebrate the newfound peace in Yokohama, but there are a few secrets Dazai is tired of keeping.
Chuuya needs time to recuperate after using Corruption, and Dazai is always there to speed things along.
- MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH -
"Chuuya when was the last time you slept?"
"That's none of your business Dazai."
“Don’t worry about it kid.”
Chuuya coughed several times while Atsushi frantically shook his head and blinked back tears.
“Chuuya-san, no. No. Please no.”
The executive gave him a kind look before shutting his eyes.
“Dazai will understand.”
“Have you made up your mind?”
A pair of blood-stained gloves were thrown onto the table.
Mori hid the lower half of his face behind his hands, glanced down at the black gloves, and then back up.
“I see.”
The doors swung shut, leaving the mafia boss with only himself, Elise, and the view of Yokohama for company.
Maroon eyes followed after the figure long after it had disappeared.
“Welcome back Dazai-kun.”
The executive didn’t turn, didn’t yell, didn’t scream at him for entering.
In fact, Chuuya did nothing at all.
Beside the fragrant bouquet placed across folded hands, the redhead wept against the hospital sheets, completely oblivious to his entrance.
Dazai froze.
He wakes to his alarm blaring in his ears, the morning sun attacking his face, his limbs heavy with exhaustion and lack of sleep.
Everything just the same. Only difference being today.
Hospitals were never a favorite place of his, and Chuuya didn't think anything could make him hate them more than he already did.
December comes just to prove him wrong.
He’d expected it.
The warmth that filled his chest. The sparks that zipped across his contact at contact. He had only dreamed of kissing Chuuya, dreamt of it and locked it away deep inside, never truly believing such a time would come
But now he finally was, and it was beyond everything he’d ever dreamt.
He’d just never expected it would be like this.
"Promise you'll come no matter where you are if you receive this message."
"Roses? What does that even mean."
"Just promise you'll come."
"Alright. I promise."
It shouldn’t be like this. He should have been the one to die first.
Dazai throws a glance at Kunikida who Dazai knew would snap any moment from now ― it kind of reminds him about Chu―
Don’t even go there.
Years ago, the Port Mafia developed a project to connect the Double Black team and force them to share their pain and emotions with one another. Mori had believed that it would make the bond between Double Black stronger than ever before, but no one counted on Dazai leaving them behind. Now, in the wake of his disappearance, Dazai has to deal with the pain that Chuuya feels every day because of Dazai's absence.
- NOT ENDED UP TOGETHER -
He hadn't meant for it to go this far. He was supposed to have it under control. Instead his pants were carelessly tossed to the corner of the bed and their shirts were discarded somewhere in the hallway. He tried to ignore the fact he was straddling Dazai’s hips and the way his heart hammered in his rib cage. He tried to ignore the ache in his shoulder from when Dazai had crashed into him and pinned him against the wall.
He was supposed to have this under control.
A week later, Chuuya meets a stranger who stopped him in the middle of the street ― calling his name and insults like synonyms of short. Chuuya merely blinks at him. “Who are you?”
- SLICE OF LIFE -
Chuuya’s an Ordinary Teenager who suddenly turns not-so-ordinary on his 19th birthday, as he suddenly gains the misfortune of being haunted by a weird ghost.
Or, Chuuya tries to punch Ghost!Dazai. Ghost!Dazai moans: Ah, Chuuya, your fist is inside me.
Dazai is on the run after shoplifting, and he figures the best way to hide is in plain sight—so, he when he catches sight of a beautiful redhead, he stops and kisses her, only to realize two things:
1) Not a girl.
2) He’s the new transfer student, Nakahara.
Chuuya is dazai’s secret admirer and does cute stuff for him but dazai thought it was all fyodor, the guy whose been openly crushing on him.
"Make it 100 Billion and we have ourselves a deal."
Way to make a shrewd decision, Boss. Chuuya snorts. No one in their sane minds would buy a doll — a human being battered, bruised and broken as he is — knowing this, Mori raised the bid to 100 Billion. How shrewd.
— except, the guy only shrugs. "Deal."
- SOULMATE -
"Why don’t you ever tell me what color you see?”
“Because, it’s more beautiful hearing it from you.”
Soulmate AU where your soulmate mark will only appear on your skin once you’ve fallen in love with your soulmate.
Dazai’s POV of Reciprocity, where Chuuya's neck is filled with iterations of Dazai's name while Dazai's skin doesn't have any name on it.
Have you heard?
During certain nights, the moon will show you if the person you’re with is your soulmate.
Hah? That just sounds far-fetched.
There’s no way I’m believing in something like that.
Dazai has always been alone, disconnected from everything and everyone around him. When he began to cut, he thought the only person it would ever hurt was himself--until the day he met a redhead with matching scars.
Soulmate AU where your soulmate mark will only appear on your skin once you’ve fallen in love with your soulmate.
Chuuya has Dazai’s name on his neck while Dazai’s skin is bare of any names.
Soulmates share injuries and Dazai and Chuuya have been doing nothing but hurting each other for years. They have a late night conversation and slowly begin to heal.
- PWP (Porn Without Plot) -
Chuuya’s not humble enough of a man to deny the fact that he looks fucking amazing.
Companion to where your loyalties lie.
- ROYALTY -
As the crown prince's personal bodyguard, Chuuya always maintained a distance of five steps from his charge. Closing that distance wasn't something he would ever consider. Of course, the prince had a different view on the matter.
After the euphoria of sharing a kiss with Chuuya, Dazai is painfully brought back to reality. Chuuya is still a knight, still his bodyguard. And Dazai is still the crown prince.
Sequel to Five Steps.
- YAKUZA -
Dazai and Chuuya got married, dismantled an enemy organization, and fell in love along the way, but that doesn't change the fact that neither man has any experience with romantic relationships. Now that they have something precious to protect, and to lose, they’re faced with an unexpected learning curve.
Companion to where your loyalties lie
Loyalty is the foundation of the yakuza code, something that was drilled into Chuuya at an early age. However, his lessons did not cover how to manage a political marriage with his organization's oldest rival.