They were partners in crime, quite literally. Blood is binding like that. ______ Jean K. Joker and Friday June are murderers, and good ones at that. But even murderers have lives, and when two intertwine, perhaps neither are as heartless as they come to seem. In a series of short episodes, we follow the two in their everyday lives of just what happens when evil meets evil, killer meets killer, and the ramifications it ensues not only on their victims, but each other. [COMPLETE] [18,500 WORDS] [#1 in VIGNETTE] [#45 in DARK HUMOR]

"Welcome back to the mafia, Dazai-kun..." The brunette felt his heart sink as he uncrowded his legs, standing up shakily. "President...May I confirm that you were the one who made this deal?" He made his voice sound even. He did not miss the concerned glance Chuuya was giving him. "That's right, Dazai." The grey haired male reluctantly replied, eyes closing as he refused to meet the other's gaze. "I refuse." The brunette said bluntly, legs moving faster than he thought as he reached for the door knob. "Dazai-kun, you should listen to orders given to you."

"Ah... yeah I guess I am. I use to do this for someone else all the time." Chuuya finished wrapping the bandages. "All done. And again I am sorry about your hand." "It is fine. Do not worry, but what about your own injuries?" "Oh... they will go away don't worry about them." The man nodded. "Well you are welcome to stay for as long as you need uh...?" "Chuuya. Nakahara Chuuya." "Chuuya." The man smiled. "Well you are welcome to stay for as long as you need Chuuya. Also, I am Fyodor. Dostoyevsky Fyodor. My home is your home until you are well."

Kunikida and Dazai. Two co-workers with a huge and secret admiration for their partner. They claim it's just a normal admiration for a co-worker, but is it really?

" Oh..." " Kunikida, don't look." Dazai was on the ground. Open wounds, and blood all over the floor. His entire face looking disheveled. Kunikida had never seen him this way. Dazai looked worried. Worried of what feelings this would have aroused for Kunikida. Anger, frustration, disgust. But what Kunikida felt was far away from all of these assumptions. " Why didn't you tell me? " [This story is based a few weeks after the Decay of Angels Arc]

"Where am I?" "Sir, boss is calling for you." "Mori-san?" "No sir....Dazai Osamu." "What....?"

This Wattpad story is about a Hashira named Tomioka Giyuu, he is treated differently from the other Hashira's. He has had a hard live growing up losing the ones most important to him. And now since he has joined the demon slayer corps...that is where his adventure of more trauma begins.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜!!! 𝙨𝙠𝙠 𝙨𝙨𝙠𝙠 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙢@ri 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝*𝙧𝙢 Smut😩

⚠️Bottom Dazai⚠️ ⚠️Port mafia boss Chuuya⚠️ Other things to take note at the start of the book.

"Wait, what happened?" The ginger asked the brunette. "Oh, love, you knocked out just now, I'm very concerned." "Did I? I don't remember...." Something was definitely wrong...