armed detective agency and port mafia ensembles (bungou stray dogs)

Dazai and Chuuya have been secretly married since 18. Now, in honor of the truce between their organizations, they make a big show out of messing with their colleagues while subtly, or not-so-subtly, revealing their relationship. Also: They're disgustingly in love. Or:3 times Soukoku had the time of their lives messing with their co-workers and the one time they finally told them they were married.

“Yeah, that’s me. Twenty-eight years old, but still me.” “Huh. You’re… alive.” “Did you think I wouldn’t make it?” An embarrassed shrug. “Kinda.” Fair. Dazai smiles melancholically. If not for Mio, perhaps he never would have made it indeed. Wanting to die and ending up nurturing life is a strange plot-twist, to say the least. From messy lovers in their early twenties to strangers, Dazai and Chuuya meet again at twenty-eight. Or: Dazai is a dad — his daughter is his second chance at life, and perhaps he'll be so lucky to have a second chance at love too. Arts made for the fic here and here

He will be Mori's ability, forever in his control and in his hands. They'll play their roles perfectly, Mori as the puppeteer and Dazai as his puppet. And if his dear Osamu ever refused to play his role, well...corpses can't do humane things because they're corpses, and Osamu Dazai was never human to begin with. So he'll always be a corpse and Mori will always be Mori. They'll be a perfect pair, together until the end. No matter how long it takes. ALTERNATE SUMMARY: Dazai Osamu died at the age of 15, found in his shipping container with his wrists slit and blood pooling beneath his frame. Then how is it possible, that despite his 'death', The Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia is alive and well, seemingly younger in appearance and now completely in Mori's control. It's all a mess. A mess Chuuya will do anything to solve. Dazai playlist out now! --> Dazai Playlist!

Atsushi is still half asleep, one hand holding his cellphone and the other rubbing tears from his eyes as he yawns, when he opens the Agency’s office door. But any last dregs of sleep are chased away by his skyrocketing heart rate when he realizes Kyouka and Yosano have blades drawn, Kenji is ready to throw the couch, and Kunikida’s gun is raised. At him. Before he can raise his hands to surrender, Dazai’s smooth voice calls out to him in a tone so icy Atsushi is certain has never been directed at him before, “To what do we owe the pleasure of a visit from the Port Mafia’s rabid tiger on this fine morning?” Atsushi’s eyes flick to the open cell in his hand where he sees one unread text message from a contact named “Boss”: Ah, Atsushi-kun! If you would be so kind as to drop by my office at your earliest convenience, that would be much appreciated <3 Fukuzawa wouldn’t use such flowery language or a heart emoji. So who…? Wait. “Port Mafia’s rabid tiger”? This text couldn’t be from Mori, could it? — An ability causes Atsushi and Akutagawa to switch lives, but they are the only two people to remember their true allegiances.