Hi so yeah another skk fanfic this Time inspired by the song Stacy brother by mai Thai So enjoy and please don't judge I know it's bad written

Dazai and Kunikida have been in a long term relationship ever since dazai joined the ADA. The two hit it off pretty quickly, or so everyone thought The truth was, Dazai isn't in love with Kunikida and never was to begin with Unfortunately, there is an emergency. A war between the gifted Mori and Fukuzawa have agreed to form an alliance betweeen the mafia and ADA. This leaves Dazai to work with his former partner Chuuya Nakahara, who dazai still has romantic feelings for This is also on AO3 if anyone wants to read there too:) updates will be slow due to physical health issues so bare with me <3 Do i have an update schedule? Nope!!!! ART IS NOT MINE!!!

Dazai and Chuuya were betrothed as children, part of a deal between two of Yokohama's most powerful companies, ADA and PM. What was supposed to be a marriage of convenience has become a life neither of them ever wanted. No vows. No love. Just a facade to protect their companies' reputations. Now, forced into a marriage they never wanted, they must pretend to be the perfect couple while secretly resenting everything about it. Dazai and Chuuya have learned to play their parts. But what happens when their facade starts to crack? What happens when they realize that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't just a business deal after all? !! ART NOT MINE!! CREDITS TO REAL OWNERS NONE OF THIS ART IS MINE!!

When Chuuya forms a soul pact with a powerful fox spirit, his world turns upside down - complete with magical chaos, yokai politics, and one very irritating familiar he can't seem to push away. But are they meeting for the first time? Cover art and characters aren't mine. Credits to owners.

As a boy, Chuuya had nowhere to cry - not in court, not in his chambers. But in the dark, between stone and chains, he found someone who would never interrupt or belittle him. Now, as a man, he still sits cross-legged before Dazai's gagged form, pouring out his griefs, his duties, his fears. He's told no one. It's his secret sanctuary. The demon's strength is long gone. His body is supported mostly by the chains. But his eyes stay open for Chuuya. And when the prince leans his head against Dazai's knee and whispers "I'm tired", the silence is the warmest sound in the world.

Dazai owned him in name, but Chuuya chose to stay. The collar still sat around his throat, the rules still echoed in the halls - but things had changed. What had once been survival was now something else. A quiet surrender, yes, but one born of trust, not fear. When their relationship finally began to settle into something real - something soft and strange and unspoken - the house changed with it. The wolves that once flinched at every shadow began to breathe easier. The servants who whispered behind closed doors now looked their way with something gentler in their eyes. Even the coldest corners of the estate felt a little less hollow. But peace built on cracked foundations never holds. Because the reason for the pain - the rot behind the walls - was still there. Still watching. Still ruling. And tearing out power that's rooted itself in centuries of blood is no easy thing. It never bleeds out quietly. It clings. It bites back. So even as comfort bloomed between them - even as Chuuya stayed and Dazai softened - the weight of what still lingered above them all began to shift. And soon, the cost of freedom would begin to show.