#i had to write ur username on my arm because i couldn’t remember it for the life of me

[moonflowers-and-sunrays]

“Leave me.”

He stopped in his tracks.

“What?”

“Are you hard of hearing? I said leave me. Fuck off. Go away. Et cetera.”

The Villain raised his eyebrows skeptically. “Now why would I-“

“Because you’re a villain,” Civilian spat, “And that’s what you’re supposed to do. So I’ll ask you one more time.”

He stared at the bleeding citizen.

“Go away.”

An injured civilian makes an unusual request to a villain that just discovered them.

[cinnamondazai]

what about some tooth-rotting soukoku fluff like them cuddling (hurt/comfort is good too) or possessive!dazai bc daMN AM I DOWN FOR THAT and i love ur blog and username !! (its oddly satisfying idk why)

Hey there! I finally managed to get back to writing and I am very sorry that it took me so long. But here is your requested prompt! uwu

Dazai/Chuuyanote: following after the Valentine’s convo :Dwords: 2.547

Chuuya still couldn’t really understand what his earlier meeting with his former partner meant. Or better what Dazai had tried to imply on him, before taking his leave almost immediately. But the ginger-haired finally decided to not think about this idiotic bandage-wasting-bastard anymore and continued his assigned evening round. He really had better things to do, then to deal with some kind of suicidal maniac who was teasing him about this so called Valentine’s Day. Not that Chuuya even cared about such a day in general. It was just something commercials came up with to get even more money.

So he didn’t care about the fact that he didn’t get any chocolate from anyone either. Okay.. maybe he got something but that was from his ane-san and that didn’t count to be honest. A short thought crossed his mind again.

If Dazai had asked him of him getting chocolate from anyone, because he was jealous?

Chuuya clicked his tongue and gritted his teeth. Well of course not. The only thing which would have been interesting for the brunette was to make fun of the smaller one like always.

One hour later the redhead finally decided to finish his round and return home. The only thing he was now craving for was a warm bath and a good glass of wine to end this day. Well at least that was what he thought would be the best. But as soon as he was turning around the key in the lock of his front door, the blue-eyed frowned in irritation. Something wasn’t right here. Chuuya was pretty sure he had locked the door this morning before leaving to work and he already assumed who was responsible for this. There was only one person who was able - and even more, dumb enough - to break into his apartment.

And the martial artist was damn right, because when he opened the door he was greeted by a certain brunette, making himself comfortable on his sofa. One leg resting on the knee of the other, slightly bouncing while he was humming some kind of stupid melody. His trenchcoat draped over the backrest of the padding. Only until Chuuya slammed the door shut behind himself almost violently that he could see Dazai jumping a bit before tilting his head backwards and looking at him.

A wide, cheerful smile rested on his stupid face, observing his ex-partner from upside down.

Chuuya got lost of his coat before standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest. Two fingers impatiently tapping against his arm while a judging spark flickered in the sapphire orbs.

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” The smaller one blurted out angrily. Wasn’t it already enough that he had seen him some time earlier and now he dared to come here all of a sudden? He really should kill him right away.

“Ah, Chuuya, you’re finally home!” Of course Dazai was dodging his question. “I’m sorry but you left the door open, so I came in and waited for you!” The detective smiled again and rolled onto his front, crossing his arms on the cushions. Even from the distance he could see how the older one narrowed his eyes in annoyance.

“I locked the door, you prick.”

Dazai shrugged his shoulders and stuck his tongue out, well of course Chuuya would notice that he just pick locked the door. As if he wouldn’t have done this in the past already too. “Either way.. tell me what you want or get your fucking ass out of my flat.” He snarled at him, moving again to take off his beloved hat and set it aside carefully on the coffee table. Just having that suicidal freak around was already enough to get him short in his temper. And Chuuya wasn’t really in the mood to keep up with Dazai’s stupid ideas today.

For a while there was only silence until Dazai sat up again, sighing and searched for something in his coat pocket. He gestured to the seat next to him, telling the other one to sit down in this way. The redhead started to move out of a habit of old days. When they were still partner and he was listening to the orders of that demon who was now sitting here with a grinning face like he was getting a giant lollipop. “Dazai, if you waste my time… really, I swear-” Chuuya started when he actually sat down on the design furniture, annoyed as hell, before he got interrupted by the dark-haired man again.

Blue eyes eyed the little package suspiciously, moving from Dazai’s delicate features to the wrapped gift and back to those brown joyfilled eyes. “What is this?” Why should he even give him something? This didn’t make any sense.

“It’s for you. Take it.” At first Dazai seemed to be happy to give it to him, but then he literally shoved it into his hands, lips pursed into a pout. Blinking at him Chuuya finally took it and started unwrapping it. Whatever it was, the younger male seemed to be very insistent about this package. Although it wasn’t the first time that he was getting a present from him. To be honest, he got a lot of gifts in the last two years around his birthday. But well… you couldn’t really call it gift. Because most of the time it was just something stupid to tease him… it was nothing new to him.

This time, however, when Chuuya finished to tear off the paper he seemed to be taken aback.

“You… really got me chocolate?” He finally managed to put this sentence together and looked at the box. The ginger already expected the worst but not this… Dazai even remembered his favourite flavor. A short wave of maybe something like joy, something he didn’t feel in months regarding the stupid human being next to him, washed over him but faded away as soon as it came. “Wait… is this poisoned? If I am going to lie in a corner somewhere because of this and vomiting everything I had this morning, I’m fucking going to kill you.” Chuuya hissed and shot him a warning glare.

Dazai maybe felt a stitch from the assumption but he couldn’t be upset about it either. It seemed to be more likely that he would do something to make the other suffer again.

“Oh that’s really mean, Chuuya~. As if I would try to poison you.” He chirped but Chuuya didn’t seem to be very convinced by raising an eyebrow, so Dazai finally let his hands sink down again. “No it’s not poisoned, who do you think I am, midget?” Now it was the former mafia executive’s turn to be slightly hurt about the amount of distrust. Well Dazai couldn’t blame him for that but still. He really tried to make up for it.

“Alright, I believe you.” The smaller one finally said before turning around to him a bit more. “But only for today, you hear me, idiot?”

“Yeah yeah…”

Chuuya sighed and put the box on the table. Something still felt somehow off at the moment and maybe it was because of their former short conversation on the streets.

“Now, what do you really want? Don’t tell me you just bumped into me outside, got sappy and went off to buy me some chocolate.” Even more on Valentine’s Day, but he didn’t say that out loud. Usually Dazai wasn’t doing something out of pure generosity. He only did something if he was getting something in return.

“Oh yes, you could say that it was like this.” Of course it wasn’t like this and Dazai only tried to cover it up, but that wasn’t fooling Chuuya in any way. Even after years of being separated he knew him better as any other would. But before he could even answer on this statement, the brunette already wrapped his fingers around his wrist and pulled him onto his lap with a swift yank. Chuuya almost yelped in surprise as he struggled to keep his balance, his hands getting a hold of the broad shoulders.

Although Chuuya tried to not focus too much on it, but the warmth and enjoyable feeling started to creep into his body and bones, caused by the arms circled around his waist. Holding him close. His complete being craving for this wonderful feeling of being close to someone he loved, like a sponge absorbing all the water.

His already broken soul clinging onto every bit of it like it could heal his state of mind, like it would be able to repair all those dainty flaws in the already almost shattering glass.

He knew he should better not. That Dazai was maybe there for some time and then he would leave him again in the next possible moment. Leaving him alone with piecing together the shards of what has been himself a long time ago.

For a long while the redhead only stared into those chocolate brown orbs, losing himself faster in them like he would want it himself. Finally he got released from the spell when Dazai leaned in close to his ear. “But I’m also happy that Chuuya didn’t get any gifts for Valentine’s Day.” he whispered and Chuuya couldn’t do anything against the shudder which was running down his spine by the sudden changing tone into something darker.

“Hah?! What do you mean?” he finally got out after finding his composure again. The brunette turned his face, so his nose was slightly nuzzling into his cheek and jawline before his lips pressed a feathery kiss on his neck, chuckling to himself.

“Because I would have had to make sure the one who gave you it has no interest in you.”

“And what about it?! It’s not like you care about me anyway, shithead!” This was enough to make Chuuya lose it again, so he started to add pressure onto his hands to shove his former partner away. But it was useless.

“I do care about you. You belong to me after all.” Dazai didn’t make any move to get away, to be honest he even closed his arms more tightly around the slender frame. Pressing him more against his own body even if Chuuya started to struggle.

“You are not owning me, you fucking hear me! Get the fuck away, Daza- ah!” His body jolted when teeth sank down into his neck a bit more painfully like it would be needed. Well he didn’t have seen the bite coming. The dull aching faded away slowly, replaced by a wet and warm feeling as Dazai ran his tongue over the bruised flesh.

The gloved fingers curled more into fabric of the dark vest, shifting uncomfortably on the lap of the taller one, but at least he managed to keep a little whine behind his shut mouth. His lips pressed into a thin line when Dazai finally pulled back.

“I do not own you and to be honest I do not even wish to do so, you know.” Dazai sighed in a resigned way, making Chuuya again knitting his brows angrily. God, he fucking sounded so gloatingly but he decided to wait for what was more to come out of that fucking mouth of the stupid suicidal freak. “But you’re still my partner, right? And your partner should be the only one to give you a present on Valentine’s Day, am I right?”

Chuuya raised an eyebrow. That doesn’t made any sense either.

Shaking his head he tried to relax a bit more and the tight embrace around his waist started to get loose a bit more.

“So only from your partner right? And what about all those gifts you got from all those womens? You probably got a lot of it this time too.” Not that Chuuya really cared about that either, nope. Of course he wasn’t interested in Dazai and being so popular with the ladies. Not at all.

“Yeah. I threw them away.” It was not a really surprising answer but the disregard in his voice was just somehow not right.

“Why do you always do this? You even did that when you were still in the Mafia.” The blue-eyed male didn’t understand. He always saw the former mafia executive throwing all the gifts into the trash on this day. Saying that it was just some stupid tradition and that he didn’t care about it at all. It always made his heart clench, because secretely he had sneaked a gift into his office too. Of course he didn’t say at all that it was from him.

Dazai would only have used that possibility to tease him again.

“Because like I said… you should only get something from your partner.”

“You threw everything away.”

“Nope. I kept yours.”

Chuuya opened his mouth to retort something again, but those words caught him somehow of guard. A light tint of color spreading around his nose.

“Wha- … uh wait, I didn’t get any-” He started but couldn’t finish his sentence either because Dazai already made him shut up when one of his long fingers pressed against his lips to shush him. Chuuya was really tempted to bite him. Just because he could.

“I knew one of them was from you. I always did. And I kept every single one.” Again the cheerful smile appeared on the brunette’s face, totally satisfied with being able to surprise the other man. Like he always did despite from disappointing him too again and again. “I always told you I threw all away, because I liked to tease you.”

Chuuya tried to bite him for real, but wasn’t fast enough before Dazai removed his finger again.

“Tch, you fucking piece of shit.” The younger one didn’t comment on this insult either because Dazai already knew that the martial artist would never have admitted that he actually really got him something.

“Ohw… come on, Chuuya. Don’t start sulking now, hrm?”

“I’m not sulking! Shut the fuck up!” Chuuya then exclaimed and tried to punch the brown-eyed one into the shoulder, but Dazai got a hold of his wrist and pulled him in, so the ginger one almost fell against his chest.

“Make me.” The whispering voice sounded so tempting, smooth and so much more alluring as any drop of wine could ever be. “I still didn’t get a gift from you today.” A smug smile was dancing on those delicate lips of the detective when he leaned back against the backrest of the sofa, his arms releasing him from his embrace before his hands rested on those slender hips.

“Heh, as if you could expect one, bastard. The only thing you do deserve, is to get punished for making fun of me all those years.” With that Chuuya placed his hands on the backrest behind Dazai, straightening his posture a bit more from sitting on his lap. So the brunette had to lean his head back to look up to him, humming in satisfaction when he could feel the warm breath of his ex-partner brushing against his own lips.

“Ah, do I, mhm? Then.. it’s finally a Happy Valentine’s Day for you, aibou.”