Molly's Fics Cause she Refuses to Read Them on Ao3

Ultra-Violent Race

"It's alright, Ane-san." Chuuya sits at the head of the table, expression serene as he leans back against his chair, shoulders squared. "We're both adults, we can have an adult conversation about this."

Kouyou shoots him a look, but acquiesces to his request. The meeting hall clears out in record time, representatives from two countries scurrying away from the ground zero of an incoming warzone.

And sure enough, the moment the door closes, Chuuya's hands grab the table's legs and swings it towards the bastard on the other end, with full intention to bat him out of the room and hopefully out of this planet. He roars, "Absolutely not! I'm not marrying a stinking fish like you!"

Said 'stinking fish' dodges the hit, sneering at him with disdain. "Marrying a shorty like you would require me to literally stoop to your level."

"I'm so much cooler than you, take that back!"

"Nope," is the succinct response.

Chuuya swings the table again, aiming to decapitate the annoying presence instead. Dazai dodges again, hopping away like a giant, bandaged frog.

He wrinkles his nose at this display. Wrinkles it even more when the scent of the sea rushes to him in a tidal wave. "Stop spreading your stupid pheromone around! You're stinking up my palace, damn it!"

Without the unholy amount of bandages on his person, and without his mouth flapping nonsense, Dazai could pass for a handsome Alpha. If Chuuya's eyes, ears and brain aren't working, that is. As such, he's just another Prince from another country.

So much more annoying than everyone else he's ever met, too.

As if to cement his ranking as the most vexing person in the planet, Dazai snootily tells him, "The only reason why I'm spreading my pheromone is because I need to clear the air." A click of his tongue. "This entire room smells like a wet dog, it's really unbearable."

"I really can't stand you, urgh." As if it isn't enough that he looks and acts like an asshole, he also has the bad taste to have distaste for dogs.

"You're an overconfident brat who only has brutish fighting in your tiny head. You're the type I hate the most in this world."

"And you're a cocky bastard who thinks that you can predict and control everything." A scoff. "And you dislike dogs. The absolute worst."

Dazai blinks at him, before letting out a sigh. "If you insist on being my dog, I can pinch my nose and deign to marry you."

The table flies and buries itself into the wall. The room shakes. Chuuya points at the annoying prince using his middle finger. "Go on and piss me off, I'll bury you next."

Chuuya is... intrigued, briefly. All of the other Alphas who have witnessed his strength react the same way: defensiveness at their Alpha status being threatened by his display of power, followed by some snide comments as to how he isn't being very 'Omega-like'. Of course, this is then immediately followed by him beating them up until they're a groveling mess.

Putting stock to his suspicion that the other is an alien, Dazai actually looks at the cracks on the wall with appreciation. He also doesn't tremble in fright. Instead, he lets out a whistle. "This is why they insist on setting up an arranged marriage partner for you, you know that, right? Even with your level of idiocy?"

...He's different, all right.

He's on an entirely different plane of annoyance.

Trying hard to push down the swell of disappointment, Chuuya sneers. "You're going to say something about how me being an unclaimed Omega is very unstable? That I need an Alpha to tame me?" He stomps on the floor. "I'm going to kill you, asshole."