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Ukyo and Hyoga are NOT dating.
Ukyo's friends think they are nonetheless.
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The last thing Xeno expected to receive was explicit photos from his best friend.
As much as he tried to tell himself Stan sent them to him on accident, Xeno just couldn't ignore how elegant they were.
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summary: He's 'ran lines in his trailer' with Wallace four times already, and while all times are equally special to Todd, this time is different. Wallace has always taken the lead but he's also always taken Todd inside of him. This time, it's going to be the other way around.
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“WHAT. DID. YOU. LET. ME. DO?” Chuuya rasped through his teeth and into his phone the next morning, after he’d untangled himself from last night’s clothing, discovering the new additions to his anatomy. There was a pause on the other end of the line from Akutagawa.
“Did you really expect me to stop you? When you’d already made your mind up?”
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summary: Five times Dazai Osamu asked Dr. Nakahara out on a date while sporting varying degrees of injuries and got rejected, and one time he finally did it right.
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If Dazai’s fingers slid any further down Chuuya’s restraint might completely collapse, and he grasped for something to say that could be a valid excuse, “Why would I want you anymore? Your goody two-shoes act puts me off.”
“It’s just an act.”
(or the one where Dazai’s been a Port Mafia spy all along)
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summary: Dazai has never really been a morning person--but there are some things that are worth waking up early for.
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summary: During Courting Week, Chuuya receives gifts from his long-time crush who is also his best friend. Somehow, he misunderstands everything.
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When Chuuya leans back, he takes a second to admire the line of a mix of purple and pink painting across Dazai’s neck, “And if you’re going to fixate on the marks on your body,” Chuuya’s eyes flicker to meet Dazai’s, one hand reaching out to tilt Dazai’s head to place a brief peck against his lips, mumbling, “then at least focus on the ones that I give you.”
Or: Dazai is feeling insecure about his body tonight and Chuuya is determined to help Dazai forget about it.
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“Hey shitty Dazai, what if I could take your dick?”
“What, chibi? You are so tiny I could put you in my pocket, my dick would be too big for your small body.”
“Hah?! Fuck you Mackerel, I could totally take your dick!”
“Are you serious?”
“Of course I am serious. I bet you… I bet you my motorcycle that I can take you.”
Or: Dazai has a big dick and Chuuya, always up for a challenge, is sure that he can take it.
Vietnamese translation available now!
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Dazai always gets a little too worked up when he sees Chuuya fight.
He just can't help himself.
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Chuuya, walking around in that tight clothing, begging to be noticed. Chuuya, gushing with slick after a fight, Dazai’s mouth watering at just the smell, wanting to impale the tiny thing on his cock so far he feels it in his throat.
Chuuya, getting stabbed in the leg during a mission and Dazai having to strip and patch him up, shamelessly drinking in the sight of the little Omega cock, trying to burn the image into his retinas. Dazai, many nights after, jerking off to the thought of it filled out, flushed, hard and Chuuya begging his Alpha for release.
It’s been years. Dazai will no longer let himself be denied of what’s his.
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Chuuya catches Akutagawa doing something less than appropriate at work, and as his superior he’s forced to step in and punish him.
But could you really call what he does a ‘punishement’?
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“Seems like it’s two different abilities. While Akutagawa is under the Mafia’s care and in a coma… Nakahara seems to have simply vanished. He’s nowhere to be found.” Dazai cracks the pen he was holding.
Chuuya Nakahara just turned twenty-four.
Except when he wakes up, he's seventeen.
Or: Yokohama is under attack and Dazai Osamu will become the Demon Prodigy again if it's what it takes to bring Chuuya back.
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6 years after defecting from the Port Mafia with his partner, Dazai has many things on his mind: what to do about the freaky mind control kid who is now his orphan to take care of; how to defeat the Guild before they destroy Yokohama entirely, without any intel or plans yet; and… the prospect of marriage. With his boyfriend. Yeah, there’s a lot to figure out.
sequel to hey look, the sky’s falling apart
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summary: Three non-human beings that have lived together comfortably for some time decide to take on another roommate. To make life more interesting, they decide their new roommate should be human, but they don't let on that the three of them are not human themselves. When broke college student Nakahara Chuuya moves in, the others quickly find themselves attached in spite of Chuuya's best efforts to keep them at arm's length.
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summary: A baby is dropped off at the doorsteps of the Port Mafia headquarters along with a letter claiming that Mori is its father. Mori is determined to clear this obvious misunderstanding by any means necessary...even if it involves using the services of the Armed Detective Agency.
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summary: A story of how a fanfic writer Chuuya meets his favourite author, the inspiration to all his stories, and takes second-hand embarrassment to a whole new level…
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Chuuya is scrabbling frantically at Mori's hands around his throat, his eyes wide. His body glows a faint red, fizzles out like a cough.
"You can't even use your powers when you're like this, can you, Chuuya-kun?"
"Mori, he is hurt." Dazai's voice rasps with controlled anger.
Mori ignores him. "I can't tell where Dazai's plan begins and your stupidity ends, but regardless, such information should have never come out of that mouth of yours. What did you think? That such treachery will be forgiven and you will be made an exception? By the rules of the mafia, you are a traitor."
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When one of Dazai's plans go too far, it inadvertently leads to Chuuya's death sentence. While in the dungeon cellars together facing the consequences, Dazai takes care of Chuuya and tries to save him.
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Something horrible in Dazai's past comes back to haunt him in the form of a brown envelope full of pictures.
He expects to be abandoned and shunned, but for all his precision in foreseeing outcomes, he finds that he is not the best at predicting the emotional reactions of those that care about him.
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Slowly, Dazai bends down and picks one of them up in a shaking hand.
Kunikida has never seen him like this.
"I don't understand..." Atsushi is saying, but he stays with Ranpo, Kyouka and Kenji where he is, "What are those pictures? What's going on?"
Dazai is terrifyingly held together and calm and collected, his eyes half-lidded and hollow, when he gathers them up from the floor and straightens, when he moves towards the desk and sets them by tapping them against the top, and then carefully puts them back in the envelope.
The silence that follows after is deafening and unbearably long as Dazai stands there with his back to the room, his head bowed, his eyes hidden by his hair.
"I'm going to kill him," he whispers, so quietly it took Kunikida several seconds to make it out.
In one swift motion, he turns with the envelope in hand and storms out of the office.
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“You wanted to see me, Boss?” Chuuya asks.
Mori smiles. Oh no. “Oh, yes. Thank you for coming.” Chuuya can almost see the daggers Dazai is glaring at Mori. “As you can see, Dazai has had a couple of unfortunate accidents resulting in the temporary loss of use of his arms.”
Chuuya looks over at Dazai, who, sure enough, has a cast around each arm. The cast on his right arm ends above his elbow, completely encasing his hand, and is supported by a sling. The one on his left leaves his fingers exposed and lets him freely move his elbow, at least, but that isn’t a lot when your other arm is useless. Chuuya is getting a bad feeling about this.
Mori looks like the cat that ate the canary when Chuuya looks back at him. So much so that Chuuya is half tempted to look around for little yellow feathers. Mori continues, “Due to his condition, Dazai will need someone to look after him and help him do things in the meantime.”
“Mori…” Dazai growls. Chuuya can feel his lip curling in disgust. Maybe he should’ve just skipped work today.
“I’d like you to act as his caretaker, Chuuya.”
Based on fanart by caelanglang on tumblr!
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Finding out that a lie has pervaded years of your life isn’t exactly a great way to end a mission, especially when it results in complete ignorance about your own biology. At twenty years old, Akutagawa had thought he was done learning about himself, but that doesn’t seem to be the case at all. As it turns out, he hardly knows a thing.
Alternatively, asexual “beta” Akutagawa finds out that he’s actually an omega and has to figure out how to deal with his first ever heat (a series of unfortunate events that ends with Aku getting railed within an inch of his life).
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“The hell is this?!” Chuuya exclaimed, almost loud enough to make Dazai have to pull the headphones from his ears. He struggled to suppress his giggles at chuuya’s response, it was exactly what he was hoping for.
Kouyou’s laughter soon filled the space. “Well, well it seems our little Chuuya has quite the secret admirer.” She said between giggles.
Dazai only wished he’d had a video feed too, oh to see Chuuya’s face at what was surely sitting in front of him right now. A bouquet of roses, the brightest red Dazai could find. Stage one of his game, his masterful plan to get all of his favorite reactions out of his tiny slug.
“My, my, Chuuya, it seems you’ve had quite the effect on someone. Is there a note?” Mori asked, also sounding equally as amused.
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Dazai and Chuuya are in love.
It only takes them nine years and a body swap to figure it out.
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Nakahara Chuuya considered himself a loyal member of the Armed Detective Agency.
He worked hard and fought harder. Despite the monster lurking inside him and the gravity weighing on his shoulders, he had tried his best to find a place in the peaceful, lawful Yokohama — a place in the light.
But Chuuya was keeping secrets.
"Your little gravity manipulator, Fukuzawa-dono. A date with Chuuya; that's my price for the truce."
[Or: Chuuya left the Port Mafia a year after the Verlaine incident. Meanwhile, rumor has it that the Demon Prodigy became boss the day Ougai Mori traded Oda's life for a Skilled Business Permit. Dazai murdered his predecessor in cold blood. Chuuya is nobody's dog, and walks in the light.
They are not partners anymore, right? Right?]
Russian translation by the lovely DazamuOsay here.
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For about 18 hours, 27 minutes, nearly 13 years ago, Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Oogai were married.
It was, to date, the worst decision they had made and so far the decision to divorce was the only decision they both agreed upon.
(Both blamed Natsume and copious amounts of sake for the lapse in judgement.)
As the two men went their separate ways, Mori to take the position of Port Mafia boss and Fukuzawa to open up the Armed Detective Agency, they had hoped that any future interaction would be limited to a strictly professional sense. Total cutoff was not possible, thanks to Natsume, but with clear well defined lines of territory they hoped to see each other as little as possible.
Except there was a custody battle over the kids.
"Stop stealing my subordinates!" Mori hissed into the phone.
On the other side of the line, Fukuzawa scoffed. "Stop traumatizing them and maybe the ones who are actually loyal to you might stay."
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Chuuya’s breath catches, both hands jerking to a stop. In the middle of his screen, the current thumbnail shows a man wearing a pure white dress, tight pleats decorating it. A triangular hole starts thin at the chest and ends wide at his midriff, two large bows at both ends. The material looks thick, but with nothing covering anything above mid-chest and below mid-thigh, it’s both revealing and not revealing enough.
Somehow, it’s not the dress that has Chuuya’s breath picking up. It’s how very lanky the man looks. How almost familiar he is. Chuuya can’t see any higher than the man’s chin, the camera placed so low, but he has a decently sharp jawline, soft at the same time. There’s the very ends of his hair, dark brown, hanging in waves just a bit higher than chin-length. He’s bony but the cut of his shoulders and long legs still manage elegant, especially with the sheer, pastel pink stockings.
Where Dazai is a camboy and Chuuya finds out in the worst (best) way.
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“Tell me what you found out so I can leave again.” “Ah, Kunikida, it seems you've lost your brain the second you stepped through the door”, Dazai chided, his tone playful. On instinct, Kunikida's grip on his wrist tightened. “That'd be horribly suspicious, wouldn't it be? Don't look, but that one bouncer has been watching you the whole time.” Kunikida's frown deepened. “So? What do you suggest?” “Relax and have some fun.” Dazai shrugged, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Try to act like you're not a stuck-up virgin for once. Stare at some tits, let someone suck your dick, I don't care. Just be a man.”
An undercover mission escalates quite drastically.
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summary: Chuuya cockwarms Dazai, and Dazai rewards him.
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“I can’t believe Agnes wants me to propose to you on live TV,” Kotetsu muttered.
Barnaby shrugged. “She has a point. People have been following our partnership since we met. It’s not surprising she’d want to air it when we take it to the next level.”
Kotetsu continued to grumble. “It’s a marriage proposal. It’s not supposed to be for ratings.”