Demondazai Stories

General information: Demon AU!! Demon Dazai x Human Chuuya "Print in quotations" → Words of Chuuya/Dazai "𝐼𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠" → Thoughts of Dazai/Chuuya Print → Action (In third person Pov) Story information: • Chuuya Nakahara a college returns after an exhausting day only to be greeted by his usual unwanted Roomate. A demon that goes by the name Dazai Osamu as so he says

||Demon!Dazai, Demon!Chuuya × female!reader|| Life isn't fair. Luck isn't fair. Love isn't fair. Your Life isn't fair. Art credit : 今日不服输的胧胧 (i think...don't understand what it says( ｡ﾟДﾟ｡) i am too dumb to even know if it's Japanese or Chinese) I decided to let readers chose some things in the story, some choices will lead to death or some will lead to ignorance (to explain more: it's when another choice was better for more lore or to get closer to some characters)

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.