With the death of an important individual, another rises. And with that comes along new changes - both good and bad. - This is essentially a remake of one of my most popular books, 'Broken Souls In Love' because I'm embarrassed at my writing almost 2 years ago and would like to redo it with a twist. Some of my followers have requested for a bottom Dazai version as well so I am here to deliver! -

Gripping his forearm tightly, the brunette gave a tight smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to bump into you." The ginger nodded, eyes glancing to the brunette's hand which was clamped tightly on his forearm. Noticing that, the brunette immediately stood up, "I'm in a rush, see you around." With that the brunette left in a hurry. Chuuya raised a brow, his gut was telling him something was wrong but it might be just him.

THIS IS PART TWO, FIND PART 1 ON MY PROFILE Peace, they said, had come. Not with parades or divine signs - but in the quiet. In the absence of screams, the closing of wounds, the slow rebuilding of a world almost lost. Two years have passed since the war ended. Since a prince unchained a demon and rewrote the fate of kingdoms. chuuya rules by his parent's side, flame dancing at his fingertips, no longer uncertain. Dazai walks beside him now - no longer a myth, no longer bound, but still feared. Revered. Watched. The courts murmur. The kingdoms pretend to forget. But power like Dazai's is never truly forgiven. And love like theirs? It unsettles. The world is quiet. But not still. Ash hides embers. And some fires are only waiting to be fed.

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.

Love is strange. Suffocating. Unnecessary. Dazai never cared for it. But now there are flowers in his house, gifts he never asked for, and someone who refuses to leave. Dazai knows he should stop it. He knows he should care. ...but the emptiness has already started to feel a little less empty. Content: soft stalking (very considerate 😌) Angst Can be heavy for some people Note: Please don't if you can turn my fic into an illustration. Your request will be denied and comment will be deleted. I don't mean to be rude but please respect this.

Different stories of Dazai and Chuuya . Each chapter is independant from the others unless i mention it .

Dazai x Chuuya oneshots . TW: sad and gay. Also blood, knives, guns, strong language, drinking, suicide.

"Nothing happened. Nothing happened. Nothing happened." Dazai whispered under his breath. The voices inside his head kept laughing at him, insulting him and mocking his being. There was nothing that he could do except cover his ears and sink further into the ground in hopes that something would swallow him whole. Dazai fucking hated when people touched him.

dazai backstory have been paintful read to know what happened

in this story everyone in the ada will come to know about dazai's backstory from where he came from that means BEFOREHIS ARC IN PORT MAFAI, his sad life (disclaimer: it contain smut, r@pe, sexual assult, sad life, i ship kunikida and dazai, if anything triggers you please dont read this, thankyou this is my first story, and Englishis not my firstlanguage, it 18+ read it on your own risk)