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.

── 𝖤𝗂 𝖧𝗈𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺! 𝖵𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗈? ── 𝖬𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗄𝖺, 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖾𝗎 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂, 𝗌𝗈́ 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓! 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

Era seis da noite e a ressaca de Chuuya estava fraca, na noite passada o ruivo saiu com a Kouyou e acabou exagerando no vinho. A mulher esqueceu seu batom no apartamento do ruivo quando estava o retocando a maquiagem. (Soukoku).

Started: March 18, 2023 Finished: November 18, 2023 Dazai is a 21 years old young man who was never cared by his parents, and was only seen as a tool for their dirty, and illegal, job. His parents' psychological, and sometimes physical, abuse rendered him mute. He had been hiding the scars which carved into his skin behind the bandages. He had been living in his alternative reality after a certain incident. Someday, he met with a young psychiatrist which made him feel the things he never felt before.

''You used yourself as bait .'' Dazai couldn't see the problem here. What's the shorty upset about ? ''You could've died YOU IDIOT !'' Chuuya snapped as if he could read the question that was on the brunet's mind seconds ago. The next morning, Dazai was going to intrude Chuuya's room and aggressively pull him out of his slumber. But his room was empty. He wasn't in Mori's office, he wasn't answering his phone, he wasn't lying drunk anywhere near the bar. Where was he ? What happened ? Was he in danger ? ✨ 16 year-old Soukoku ✨ Romance ⚠️ Torture ⚠️ Blood ⚠️ Self harm 🗞️ No. 1 in #dachuu 🗞️ No. 1 in #dazaixchuuya 🗞️ No. 2 in #nakaharachuuya 🗞️ No. 2 in #chuuya 🗞️ No. 4 in #dazai 🗞️ No. 12 in #soukoku 🗞️ No. 25 in #doubleblack 🗞️ No. 69 in #dazaiosamu 🎨 Cover Art Credit : pooooochi0429 (Twitter) 🎨 Content Art Credit : *unknown*

São Paulo, estudante de uma universidade pública, solteiro, introvertido e colega de quarto do mais esnobe e convencido aluno da universidade. Seu maior inimigo, ou sua maior paixão escondida, em uma noite, São Paulo acaba tendo sonhos eróticos com o colega de dormitório e o que era para ser apenas uma noite se "aliviando", acabou sendo mais que isso. ❗AVISOS❗ Essa história é totalmente voltada ao HOT, conteúdo de cunho sexual com cenas explícitas ou não. Palavras pesadas, fetiches e entre outros. Uma história original, com personagens existentes na internet. Não plageie e esteja ciente do que está lendo. E se possível, apoie a escritora! [ESSA É UMA HISTÓRIA ORIGINAL OS PERSONAGEM NÃO] ib: @nikkiyan

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.

O triste passado de Shidou Ryuseii. OIOI! aqui é a autora! essa fic é baseada na backstory criada por fãns, que é do passado do Shidou, só que com algumas mudanças. shipp da obra: RyuSae

A fama tem seu preço. Endrick, a jovem promessa do futebol mundial, está acostumado a holofotes e câmeras. Mas, na véspera do jogo mais importante de sua carreira, ele descobre que alguém o observa. Alguém que conhece seus segredos, seus medos e seus desejos mais profundos. Uma mensagem anônima, uma foto perturbadora, uma presença invisível. Endrick é assombrado por um stalker misterioso, que se esconde nas sombras, orquestrando um jogo de perseguição mental e psicológica.

Dazai has taken the throne, not by blood, but by power withheld. The court is rattled. The wolves are beginning to hope. But no one - not even Dazai himself - knows if this new kingdom will hold.