#Dazai X Fyodor (Tbt)

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@diverse-hearts​ said: PAIN - Dazai / Fyodor 29. Your muse buys mine as a slave in a post-apocalyptic world

Angst meme Status: Accepting 

One moment he had been sleeping and the next the brunette found himself being chained up.  From there he had been violently dragged forward , with someone shouting not to damage the goods. This had the brunette very confused yet curious. He couldn't so easily fight them off, so his slender form was dragged and forced into some kind of wagon. A coughing fit hit him as he rolled backwards and hit the side of the wagon.

The brunette was rather skinny, pale and seemed as though he hadn't eaten in weeks. He did what he could just to get by honestly. He was being forced violently now, just like the first time he had been captured and brought to this confinement area. Except there were no chains , he was just being guided forward with some rod poking into his back. "Wh...ere are ya ta...king me" his speech was broken due to him not using his voice much at all. A soft cough leaving his lips as the rod poked just right into the middle of his back.

"Shut up" the growl came. He was forced into a room. He half almost fell onto hands and knees. Inside the room he was stripped of the rags that he wore only to be forced into a new clean looking white garment. Then he was being forced out of the room and forced forward to his knees. "Master Dostoevsky, the slave that you asked for." Brown eyes risked looking up at this man called Dostoevsky.

"What is... sl...slave" the brunette was such a smart soul--- but due to how he had lived , he hardly could comprehend things at this moment. He let out a yelp of pain as he was hit violently by the whip upon his back. Was he being bought?

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The brunette couldn't describe why he had become so attached to the Russian, but he had. He knew deep down the other wasn't probably capable of loving him, though he was okay with it. He craved attention from him all the same. He couldn't help himself, there was something about Fyodor that made him feel most comfortable. Sigma wasn't fun to be around, he was almost always in his casino, and Dazai didn't really care for it. Gogol was fun enough to play with, but loving on the clown like male wasn't what he enjoyed. Which left him adoring over Fyodor. They were similar, right. So why could he not enjoy being near the other like this.

He purred when his hair was gently run through. He really did have a cat like nature. He was content , he was especially content when he was around Fyodor. Some might not understand it, but he had been like this for years. He was sold when he had been a young child and that was how he ended up here in the first place, and Kamui had entrusted him to Fyodor. So it only made sense. Kamui was more like a father figure to him than one he wished to love like this. This wasn't even love, the poor brunette didn't really know what love was. It was more about attention. "I would never resent the time we have together" he nuzzled into his hand. He loved the other male's chuckle and that smile that grazed his lips. He drank it up in fact.

Brown eyes looked up when the other spoke of doubting his love. He didn't get to speak. He was content being used by this man , as long as he was the one who he got to see those smiles and hear those chuckles. His eyes closed as he felt lips against his neck. His heart fluttered and a small groan left him. His neck was sensitive and Fyodor knew what it did to him. Though those words. "Fyo" his voice was breathy and a slight moan left him , just from lips against his neck alone. Fyodor did so much to him, Dazai belonged to Fyodor and he knew it. Not that he knew much else. Decay of Angels was his family and he would do anything to protect them. Especially Fyodor.

His eyes fluttered open to lock with lavender. "Ya know I would die gladly for ya. Anything for ya. My life, my body, my soul--- it all belongs to ya." He curled up closer to him. Dazai was very dedicated to Fyodor , no one could convince him to betray him.  He didn't answer if he doubted his love. Both of these males had issues when it came to love. He leaned up to press his lips against the Russian's. It was his way of telling the other that he was all his. "Fyo, does this involve ya plan for the next moment. Ya know I'm willing to do anything for ya. Ya just have to tell me" he kissed at the other's neck, being careful not to bite him. He wanted to bite him. To nibble and nip at his neck, to taste his blood. He had never tasted his blood, he was curious. "Fyo, I want to bite ya. Pleaasse , I've been good. One mark of my own." Dazai seemed rather pleasant when it came to being around the Russian, though he was a deadly killer. His ability might be passive, but he was trained very well. His cat like stealth and his ability to nullify abilities made him deadly.

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Tag dump: Ships

{ Miran x Chuuya: Guardian Angel } { Miran x Dazai: tbt ( suicidefrantic )} { Miran x Shuji: Sweet Hearts } { Miran x Fyodor: tbt ( diversehearts )}

[breathless-darkness]

diverse-hearts said

“Do you love me?” - Fyodor to Dazai  

Stages of relationships Status: Accepting 

Brown eyes blinked when he asked him that question. When did Fyodor ever ask him such things having to do with feelings? “Regardless how I answer, does it really matter? The demon isn’t the type of person to care if a person loves them or not~” He easily said the word love, though he was curious as to what the Russian was plotting. His mask had been flawless he thought. So what had brought such a question from Fyodor’s lips? Did he love him? He didn’t know at all. It wasn’t like him to feel for someone, much less this demon of a man. 

Yet, he found himself wanting to be by his side. He wanted to forsake everything just to be around Fyodor. No. He was meant to be on a better path. The path of bloodshed was meant to be behind him. Siding with Fyodor would only force him to be back on that path. Manipulation and corrupted behaviour. Blood perhaps running through the streets, chaos. Though hadn’t he before thought of life being better without abilities? 

He had been tortured and abused because his family was the way they were. How much he had thought life would be better without stupid abilities. Was it because he had bonded with Fyodor after being stuck in prison with him? Was this why he had randomly thought of enjoying the other’s company so much? Was this why he was questioning everything? He kept his distance, brown eyes looking back into lavender. 

Had he been too rough? Was this Fyodor thinking of loving someone for once? No, the Russian didn’t seem like the person to truly love someone. He was the type to use simple emotions for manipulation. He wouldn’t give himself up. Though what if Fyodor got all determined to prove love? Would he be possessive and jealous? His heart was beating against his chest, and he hoped that Fyodor couldn’t hear his heart and how it beat madly as if it would escape. 

[suicidefrantic]

“So, do I get a goodnight kiss?” - Dazai / Fyodor

Brown eyes looked at the other. It wasn’t like the other to ask for such things. He couldn’t help the soft chuckle that left his lips as he wrapped his arms around the Russian. “What do ya think” he purred ever so softly. He couldn’t help, but wish to be like this with the other. It might have been some low key manipulation on the other’s part, but perhaps not. He didn’t think either of them could really say they knew love.

It went against his past to know what love was. Though he didn’t truly mind the things Fyodor could do for him. He would be considered a traitor if anyone found out that he willingly went to Fyodor, and even more since he kept going back to him. He softly brushed his lips in a soft and gentle kiss. Though as he pulled back, he lingered closer to the other’s lips. His body still pressed slightly close.

“I could stay, ya know. I don’t have to go tonight... if ya don’t want me to.” He bit his lip as he spoke such words. If they were caught together, it would look so bad. Not to mention, Fyodor could choose to any moment to either betray him or rather choose to try to trap him. The sad thing was the brunette was coming dependent upon the Russian to love him like this. Addicted to his touches. He wouldn’t openly admit it thoigh, but the fact he came back willingly so often showed that Fyodor had him wrapped around his finger.

[suicidefrantic]

“i warned you that i wasn’t looking for anything serious.” - Fyodor / Dazai

Angsty Valentine’s Status: Still Accepting

Why did he not see this coming? Oh, right he had. He just forced himself to go along with the motions and somehow actually fell for the demon that was before him. Though despite the brunette knowing , he hated feelings. His eyes were just staring at the other, not showing anything that went through his head. “I see.... so nothing about this was up to ya standards.” He wasn’t playful. One might actually think Dazai was hurt by it all. He had been regretted by many females who called him a freak--- though he been pretty active and left plenty of hearts broken... though he wasn’t one to actually stay around with one person for more than a day or perhaps a night. Yet with Fyodor he had found himself getting caught up in the moment and somehow falling head over heels for the Russian male. 

“Is this where ya simple say check mate and take home the winning?” Honestly if this had been something about using him and winning him over... then had he used manipulation he would have done it a little differently. Hell he had pulled it enough on woman. Telling them lines of pure and utter thrills , than he disappeared never to be heard from again. Though here he was currently cursing his feelings. Why did humans have such things? They were a problem and utterly annoying? Couldn’t he forgo feelings like this? Care for others, but not feel something as stupid as liking someone like this-- loving someone. 

He bit his lip so hard that it bled. “So this meant nothing to ya I suppose.” Fyodor could literally speak words of love to the brunette and in his current state he would probably forgo everything and follow him anywhere. He was that far under the spell of love. “It isn’t like I was telling ya to marry me anyways” he stood up from the chair he was in. He was prepared to leave. 

[suicidefrantic]

“What would everyone say if they saw us together right now?” - Fyodor/Dazai

Forbidden Love Status: Accepting

He had managed to lose anyone who might try to track where he was going. It was risky probably to do this , but he couldn’t help himself. He was drawn to the demon like male that he had currently come out to meet. He pushed the male against the wall as he spoke those words. “So what~ They would probably just think I lost my mind” he spoke so playfully. Though his words were truthful. They would believe that he had betrayed the detective agency, that he was the enemy. Who knew, maybe he was. Though he couldn’t just ignore these feelings... damn he hated feelings. 

He pressed his lips against the Russian’s lips, slender body pressed against his. “Though ya know what, I’m to the point of not caring~” So what if they thought of him as a traitor, it probably wasn’t the smartest move in the world--- but he couldn’t help these damn feelings. Fyodor was the one his damn heart decided to lust over. He had been meeting him for the last month now, always in secret. It had gone from him going to negotiate to him kissing him quite angrily and now this. He was happy to kiss the Russian male’s lips. 

“Ya do have a softness that I’m sure ya wouldn’t want to get out. We’re meant to be enemies not lovers. So they would most likely think one of us is manipulating the other.” He at first had thought of that, but as much as he hated it--- he found he liked being around Fyodor a little bit too much. He liked and craved his touch. He softly went to stroke his cheek “though honestly I wouldn’t have ya any other way. I can’t see ya not being yaself. I’m yas for as long as ya wanna keep me today anyways. I made sure I wasn’t followed, like always. I just want my time with ya right now, Fyo~”

[suicidefrantic]

70. “After I’m done with you, you won’t even be capable of thinking of anything or anyone else but me.” Fyodor / Dazai

Well Dazai had heard tons of things in his years. Things about him. Threats to his life, but this was a new one. “I’ll take my changes, Fyo~” He leaned back against the wall, yes he had found himself once more chained to a lovely wall. “Buy me dinner instead of chaining me up next time. I’m not into BDSM.” Okay, so that might be a lie. Dazai was a type of person who didn’t really do love, so Fyodor was free to try to break him and his will--- but he wouldn’t be rolling over for him. Those words typically sounded like something for such behavior. 

He snickered “what are ya gonna find a way to experiment on me so I’m a loyal rat to ya. Good luck with that. The least ya could have done was buy me dinner, a drink. I don’t just go straight to bed with my enemies~” The chains easily fell from his wrists and he stepped away from the wall. He wanted to see what the other wanted, so he let himself be kidnapped--- though this was just a bit too forward. “Fyo when I’m flattered that ya want to make me think only of ya, but my mind isn’t something that can easily be tampered with~” He always had a pin on him because for some reason people just loved to try to kidnap him lately. 

“So let’s get to the juicy bits now~ Why do ya want me this time aside for me being a gift from God~” A little full of himself, but he was himself. He wouldn’t let Fyodor get the better of him. His brown eyes were analyzing the room he had been put in. One exit and Fyodor was in front of it. Lovely odds there. “So how about some other arrangements. I keep my memories, give ya a kiss and that is it~ Hey it is a good deal since ya clearly not the right gender for my love and affection~” 

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Dazai might just have a death wish, perhaps he wished to see what would happen if he took the Russian's prized hat. It was fluffy and he rather found he liked how it felt upon his head. Though he wasn't a hat person, he just liked stealing hats from others. Was it so wrong to toy with people in hopes to watch how they would react? Perhaps. Though he could walk along this line and nothing else would come from it. After all, the brunette didn't truly get humans at all. Perhaps that was why he had chosen to flirt with Fyodor.

Hearing that snarl that tainted his voice as he spoke. He grinned "don't be like that~" He purred as he leaned closer to the Russian. He inhaled his scent. "If I was to keep my hands to myself, where would the fun in that be, Fyo~" He was playful in his way of speaking, his eyes even seeming to sparkle slightly. He didn't take the hat from his head, not yet at least. He softly went to shift some of ebony locks away from the other's eyes. "Ya should consider yaself special that I wanted to wear ya hat. Much less that I am trying to flirt."

Anyone who knew Dazai knew he typically only flirted with women. He then would strike out by offering double suicide, but with Fyodor it was a little different. A deadly dark attraction that brought the brunette to this point, they were alike yet different. He didn't act like some submissive fool though, he instead leaned in and did a very gutsy move of lightly giving the other's lips a butterfly type kiss. So soft and so quick before going to put the hat back on the other's head.

"It won't kill ya to share ya hat sometime. It is fluffy and I like it~ Thus why I wished to steal it in the first place. Maybe let me wear it at least for a little bit~" He couldn't help but rub against the other slightly, playful like and very cat like. "I'm giving ya a once in a life time opportunity, Fyo. Will ya take it? Take me?~" He hummed softly, not stepping back at all. He knew he was biting off a lot, but he was willing to play this game with the other. Until of course he got bored and then he would most likely just jump ship. Flirting and love were two different things after all. He doubted anyone could gain his love, due to the fact he didn't even know the actual concept of it himself.

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"Who are you...?" - Fyodor / Dazai

~Amnesia Plot~

Well… this was an interesting development. It seemed the Russian before him, had no memory of him at all. He was confused and … well it might be fun to mess with him a little bit. Brown eyes stared into lavender hues. “Who am I? Don’t tell me ya forgot me, Fyo~” He could have done anything else, but somehow the brunette decided he wished to have a little fun in a way that would probably bite him in the ass later. Though fuck it, how many chances would he get to have this. He wrapped his arms around the other, closing his eyes as he inhaled the other’s scent. It was his closely guarded secret that he was attracted to Fyodor. Was it because they were alike? He didn’t know… so he would use this amnesia the other fell into to figure out all of this for himself. 

He pressed himself close to the male “how could ya forget me. I’m ya boyfriend, silly~” He easily pressed a kiss to the other’s lips. It was so gentle, but god the other’s lips were wonderful. He might be seen as a traitor. Might be seen as greedy or selfish… but he couldn’t help himself. He had never done something like this. How many chances would he get to explore something he knew that Fyodor would never let him get away with. Getting this close would be easy enough, but the kissing and the touching--- yeah he would be stabbed or shot or something. Fyodor was actually an inch taller than he was. There were people taller than him, sure. Though it wasn’t like he was ever the one who was the shorter someone when it came to kissing someone. It was oddly nice. He ran his tongue over the other’s bottom lip and lightly purred before pulling away. 

Addiction, that could be something he easily could end up having. Kissing Fyodor was heavenly to him, okay perhaps the brunette was a little thirsty. Though he couldn’t help his curiosity. He would be shot down if he had ever tried to do this before, he wonders if he could have done it before. What would happen when Fyodor recovered his memories though? Would Fyodor be able to fall in love? Did he even want to fall in love himself? He usually was the type of guy who went after women and hit them with a one night stand and then just left. He was like the enemy to all women. Though why did he set his eyes towards the Russian? He didn’t know, he wasn’t going to try to explain himself. 

He leaned in to press his lips against the other’s neck , before letting his tongue dart out and flick the other’s skin. He reached up to grab the other’s hat and placed it on his head and grinned happily. “Well baby, how do I look?” He grinned mischievously, quite proud of himself. Well, it wouldn’t be odd for him to just drop off the radar. He would live it up for a few days and explore what he could with Fyodor. The other was harmless like this, wasn’t he? Was him saying he was his boyfriend going to explode easily in his face so soon? Fuck it , he would cross that bridge if he had to. “Hmmm I never told ya my name. Just that we’re dating. Dazai Osamu. That is my name~” He was craving attention “it is okay, for ya to touch me in any way ya want~ I mean I’m ya boyfriend~”

[suicidefrantic]

[ ✜ ] my muse collapses in front of yours, all bloodied and bruised. - Fyo/Daz

Symbols prompts Status: Accepting

He could hear the staggering form of someone coming closer. Were they friend or foe? The thing was people could try to do such to fool him. Though the moment the figure was clear, the brunette’s lips parted. They were meant to pretend to be enemies when not behind closed doors. In reality Dazai had long been part of the Decay of Angels and was work as a spy in Port Mafia. Though to see this angered him. He always had a softer side when it came to his ally, hell he even had feelings for him--- if one could call him wanting attention when he could get it feelings. Dazai didn’t understand it much himself. 

He didn’t give a damn about his cover in that moment, he was rushing forward to Fyodor and checking his wounds. Bruised and blooded all over his form that he could see, and he was sure it was all over his body. He was trembling but not from fear, it was from anger. His fingers slowly going through dark locks “who did this to ya? Fuck what is wanted, it is fucking time to teach them a lesson” his eyes were changing shades to such a dark and angry shade. His split personality was terrible, when he was always dark this was much worse. Those who weren’t his allies would sooner beg for death then wish to deal with just how much pain he would cause. 

The thing was Dazai had a complex relationship with Fyodor. He liked attention when he was in a normal state, but typically his darker half didn’t truly care for him and treated him more like some rival than a partner of any kind. Though now as he grew angry , he held the other close to his chest. He didn’t care if blood got on the white of his suit . He was going to go on a killing spree. “Tell me who I’m going to torture, who I’m going to make regret the day they fucked with ya.” To see Fyodor in this state was something, both males---well they were demons. Hard to capture unless they wished for it, harder to wound... though these wounds... they looked like someone had caught Fyodor off guard. Nothing truly life threatening, but they had hurt HIS Fyodor. Dazai was weird, he knew they weren’t dating--- knew it probably wouldn’t have ended well especially with his cover currently --- but fuck it.... he was claiming Fyodor as his. He didn’t care if Fyodor took advantage of him, the other male was the only one who could dominate him.

[suicidefrantic]

“You’re cold. You want my jacket? I’m fine. I promise.” Fyodor to Dazai

Not so secret crush Status: Accepting

Okay, yes he was cold. Though he didn’t want the other to give over his jacket. The thin coat was hugged around him, it really wasn’t providing much warmth at all. Though like hell was he just going to let the other play like he was some knight come to save the princess from cold. He wasn’t cold. He wasn’t a princess either. “I don’t need it” he got out though his body began to tremble as he tried to play it cool. Why did it come to this anyways? It seemed like the two of them was on some type of date. It was creepy. 

“Just because I had ya hat, it doesn’t mean I need ya jacket” he wasn’t usually like this. He had to endure a lot worse, yet hugging the coat brought litter warmth. His blood felt like ice. Was he getting sick? No. He refused to believe that. Why was the weather finally deciding to hate him? Oh, he knew maybe he would freeze to death. No that would be a slow death and most likely Fyodor wouldn’t allow him to freeze... meaning he couldn’t die even if that was possible. He frowned as brown eyes stared ahead. It was the first time he didn’t keep some fake smile or a smirk or something on his lips. 

“I’m not cold. I don’t need a jacket. It isn’t like this is a date or anything.” How had this even happen? They were casually strolling in the park like a couple rather than trying to kill each other. The wind seemed to pick up as if to give him a nice big fuck you. His teeth chattered. Why the fuck was he so cold all of a sudden?! “This wasn’t what I thought ya wanted to do when ya dragged me out here. When do ya even do sweet anyways. I’m not a princess, especially not yas.” He went forward, he didn’t even care how utterly weird or foolish it sounded. He was cold, he refused to admit it. 

Why had he even agreed to this? Right, because he figured if he didn’t those at the Agency would be in trouble. Plus he had been bored. Now he was even more bored. “I’m going home, if that is all ya wanted” he muttered.