#omegachuu

Dazai isn’t comfortable with his scent—too intense and sweet—but the blush colors Chuuya’s cheeks until it smudges his freckles, and his blue eyes grow wide. The nervousness that envelops him is adorable, and Dazai becomes addicted.

pm dazai hides his second gender. he doesn’t hate being an omega, he doesn’t care until chuuya presents as an omega and he can’t help but keep quiet. it’s better this way, he thinks. chuuya doesn’t need to know.

dazai helps chuuya with his heat and pretends to be a beta until they meet again four years later.

fear paralyzes him, rejection twists in his gut, but chuuya only frowns, sighs, and softens his expression, something affectionate dancing in his two-colored irises.

for @chuuyaspinkmotorcycle, i hope you like it!

“You’re disgusting.” “Am I?” Chuuya grabbed him by the hoodie and smashed their noses together. “What the fuck are you playing at?” he growled, and Dazai gasped against his lips. “Your scent,” he whimpered, then wrinkled his nose. “It’s intense… like standing in the eye of a storm.” Chuuya hated storms. Of course he smelled like one to this idiot. He shoved Dazai away like his touch burned. Dazai stumbled back. Chuuya ran a hand through his auburn hair, turning his back on the goddamn threat to his existence. He needed space. Needed to purge the idiot from his system, tear him out before the damage became fatal and yet…

[read on ao3]

frivolous

I tried to make it 100 words, but I guess I’m not cut out for this.

Enjoy!

“Tsk, don’t be so frivolous. It doesn’t suit you.” “Frivolous?” Dazai rolled the word over his tongue the way one might toy with a poisoned candy. The smile he offered a moment later only stoked the fury churning inside him. He scoffed, letting out a thin, brittle laugh. “Such an elegant choice of word. How many neurons did that take?” A muscle in Chuuya’s face twitched. He clenched his fists at his sides, feeling the seams of his gloves strain, on the verge of tearing, and his patience—patience he had clung to uselessly until it was shredded when hell broke loose in the warehouse—slip through his fingers. He wouldn’t lose control. He wouldn’t give in. Dazai was terrified. Fear gnawed at his insides, painting catastrophic scenarios across his mind, freezing him in place—and this, the malicious remarks, the mocking tone he hid behind, this wretched thing standing before him, was nothing more than a mask. A flimsy one. Chuuya stepped forward, and Dazai flinched. He opened his mouth—whatever he was about to say, whatever venom he meant to spill—he swallowed it whole when the redhead softened his expression and let his scent spill into the air. Not much. Just enough to calm him. “We’ll make it.” Then Dazai’s nostrils flared, and he collapsed.

No, Chuuya doesn’t nest but his bed is a tangle of stolen clothes and little things that make him feel comfortable. Safe.

Hi, Bram Bram, omegachuu to you. I can’t wrap you in a blanket, but I hope this drabble does the trick.

“It’s your choice.” Chuuya scoffed, incredulous. He could slam the door in his face, maybe even flip him off. But the truth was, he shouldn’t have opened the door in the first place, though, knowing that bastard like he did, it wouldn’t have stopped him anyway. He was holding a paper bag, and by the smell, it was from his favorite Korean restaurant. Chuuya hesitated. It was his first heat since Dazai had come back. His heats had been irregular and incredibly strange, but contrary to what everyone thought, it hadn’t been because of rejection. He never felt rejected. “You can’t touch me,” he warned. Dazai’s grin widened. “No matter what I say or do, I’ll castrate you.” “And what about... scenting you?” His heart stumbled. “Good luck with that,” he replied coolly, sweat sticking his clothes to his skin and his mind feeling heavy. He tried to smile. “Maybe I’ll bite you.” Dazai softened his expression, less fake, less defensive. “Can I come in?” “Have I ever stopped you?”

Mmm, omegachuu + teen skk maybe?

[writer game here]

Omegachuu is in his pre-heat (it's his first heat) and his instincts are a bit atrophied, but he needs a nest and collects objects to make it more pleasant. However, it feels empty and incomplete until he sees Dazai's crab stuffed animal. It's soft, fluffy, and smells great.

Dazai doesn't react well, he tries to get it back and there are scratches, bites, and grunts, but it's all good because they both keep the stuffed animal and cuddle together in Chuuya's nest. Teen SKK has my whole heart.