#Verse01 - A Slave To His Work - Main Verse

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Planned Starter - @shrimps-variety-garden​ ~ Enabler of Pain /o/

For the longest of times he just there at the foot of the bed, hardly believing his own eyes as he watched the sleeping figure of the man that laid wrapped up in bandaged, various machines beeping around him, though the doctors had insisted that he should make a full recovery. Apart from the issue that was currently making Ango hesitate about making the call that he knew he needed to make. It’d hurt him to speak to the other...just how would it affect Dazai? Despite their differences he’d always remain their friend. With a sighed, he placed his coat over the empty chair next to the bed, walking out into the hallway as he tried to focus on the task at hand. He was used to dealing with unpleasant tasks so this honestly shouldn’t be making him feel as anxious as it currently was, yet his finger continued to hover over the call button.

Seconds seemed to linger into minutes before he’d finally hit the call button. Knowing the way this day was going, maybe Dazai wouldn’t even answer his call. They hadn’t exactly parted on good terms and with all that happened with Oda...everything had gotten so complicated in such a short passing of time.

“Dazai”, he answered more in shock than anything else, unsure on how to say, “Don’t hang up - the hospital called me in this morning. It’s Oda. He’s alive, Dazai”

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@dcfygraviity​ continued from [X]

Sometimes, he wondered how he could forget about how explosive his partner's temper could be. This wasn’t the type of situation that only violence could get them out of though. “If you go around throwing fists, how do you think that’ll make the Agency seem? There’s already pressure to put more rules in place to limit their activities - so please do not make the situation worse by proving those higher ups that they were right to be worried”.

He glanced up from the paperwork, just in time to watch as Chuuya started to walk across the ceiling, seeming rather oblivious to what he was doing. “...can you come down from there?”

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@shrimps-variety-garden​ said: 

💀 Dark/Violent~ Ango/Chu

DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS

17. “Stop screaming!”

As tasks went, this one had been one of the hardest to complete but - it had to be done. As much as he wished to refuse a direct order, as much as he wished to fight in his boyfriends corner, to convince them all that there was nothing to be afraid of when it came to Chuuya and the power he had - the higher ups were having their arms twisted by someone. If he didn’t do this then someone else would. The possibility of deaths being the price to pay in exchange for the loyalty to the man he loved - it was a debt that he did not wish to gather much more interest on. 

“Stop screaming!”, he sighed as he walked into the room, walking over to the thick glass of the cell that currently held the red head, his heart squeezing rather tightly but he pushed that off to one side. Sometimes keeping the city safe was rather difficult, “...if you get worked up they’ll only drug you more and then they’ll think you’re proving their point...you have to remain calm. You have to prove that your not a threat...please Chuuya...stop screaming...”

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@unsteadyheathens​ sent bithday wishes!?

He didn't answer, a frown formed on the brunette's face and pressed redial. He left a voicemail... he lost track after thirty times. He was simply bored. "Angooooooooo, stop avoiding me. Come on, ya can't hide forever Mr. Serious. Come have a drink with me.... come on happy birthday. Come on, come on~ I'll be waitin for ya.." He would call again and leave another voice mail. "I'll never forget" he half spoke in a sing song voice. "Don't think I won't come and take matters into my own hands~" 

At his lunch break, he’d been up to fifteen voicemails and by the end of his next tea break he was now staring at close to a hundred and after hearing the first few he could only imagine that they were all from Dazai. He’d been a bit foolish in hoping that the day would pass by unnoticed. He couldn’t even understand the reasoning as to why Dazai would attempt to meet up with him on his birthday, year after year. He should be hated - right? The only bond they now shared was the odd occasion of working with one another. That was it. That was all it could be...why was the other so difficult to understand? His fingers ran through his hair, a button hovering over the call button. If he called and said he was busy, he’d expect Dazai to somehow be in his office within the next hour or so. Or maybe he was already there? A shiver ran down his spine and he twisted in his chair to gaze back in the direction of his office as though expecting to suddenly see the other standing there. Secure government building or not - he knew better than to think that alone would keep him out.

Sighing, he decided to bite the bullet, pressing the call button. “Dazai - I’m working today. You know how busy it is at the moment. I appreciate the gesture but unlike you I don’t skip work for simple pleasures such as a drink on a birthday”.

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@somegremlin​ sent birthday somethings....

Gives Ango an empty cardboard box. There's nothing in it. Like his soul. Ango has no soul. 

Well. He wasn’t expecting anything off the child and this gesture more or less leaves him a little confused. He just gazes from the empty box to Yumeno before placing the box to one side. “...I suppose this means you’re still rather upset with me”.

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@smol-sirens-garden​ sent Birthday Wishes!

Ikki smiles when the other walks in the door, desert baking in the oven already and their favorite take out already on the table. A wrapped present is already on his chair, four really nice coffee mugs and another that he just thought was funny. "Happy Birthday darling." He muses as he pulls the other into a kiss.

He’s not too surprised to find that there’s his favourite things waiting on him as he walks through the door, the smell of the food already enough to make his empty stomach rumble, having skipped lunch in order to get through all his overdue paperwork and spend the evening with Ikki like he’d promised the week before. His birthday, usually it was something that he didn’t care for but it felt a little different now, a smile pulling on the corner of his lips as a kiss was given as an extra gift. “Something smells really nice”, he placed his work briefcase to one side and walked over to the table to unwrap his present, a small chuckle being heard as he lifted up the one questionable mug out of the collection he’d been given, “I think this one may need to stay at home - thank you Ikki”.

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@mckiingbiird​ sent birthday wishes!

"How about you leave all this paperwork to me while you go enjoy the coffee and cake I got you for your birthday?" Harper chuckles, smoothly snatching said papers away from Ango's hands and pushing his office chair to where he's set both treats, still sipping on his own coffee "And before you ask, no I didn't make it, I'm a terrible cook and an even worse baker. I made the coffee though." 

He’d been about to protest when the papers were snatched out from his hands, eyebrows slightly raised as a sigh is all that he can get out before he finds his chair being moved away from the desk and towards the waiting coffee and cake. “I was almost finished with that pile. Could this not wait?”. Despite this he picks up the coffee and takes a grateful sip, not at all surprised to learn that Harper knew how he liked it. Small little details picked up like that were one of many reasons he felt like he could be calm around the other. “You cannot expect me to eat this all on my own - surely you’ll help?”, he smiled up from his chair, “Leave the paperwork for later...”, and that was a sentence that barely ever came from the birthday boy.

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@shrimps-variety-garden​ Said:

☹ ☹  (Ango / Chu)

Well That Hurt

Ango - 3 - Broken Nose Chu - 75 - Bite Wound on Arm

He should simply be grateful that the other hadn’t simply put a bullet through his skull - instead his nose was simply pouring of blood, throbbing in pain under one hand as he darted along the corridors, attempting to keep up with Chuuya. He wasn’t aware as to why Mori would send one of his best to break free one who had betrayed them in the past. No doubt some type of deal made with the higher ups and perhaps that too was the only reason as to why he was still holding onto his life. Ango knew too much about both sides of this city - and his ability was too useful for them to simply dispose of him. What a world they lived in...when abilities were what would tip the scales in if you were worthy to live of not. “Watch out!”. He’d heard the dogs before he’d had the chance to see them, eyes wide as one of the larger animals clamped their jaw around one of Chuuya’s arms, Ango freezing for a second before rushing over to help. He could just keep running, the dogs seemed to be fixed on Chuuya and he held no loyalties to Port Mafia - but, he grabbed a knife he knew to be hidden on the red head, slashing across the dogs face, enough of a hindrance to cause its jaw to slacken. “Run! They’ll just send more after us now...”, he’d see to both wounds once they were both out of this place and relevantly safe. For now, they had to keep moving.

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@shrimps-variety-garden​ continued from [X]

Honestly, this was as far from expected as things could have been and he wasn’t too honest if he was pleased to learn that Dazai still had that ability to surprise him like this. There had been a lot to happen, a lot they’d worked on and talked over and though he was sure that they would always have that side to each of their character that the other could not fully understand, the feelings of love they held were the same.

“And how long have you been thinking this one over?”, he was smiling as he gazed around the room, taking in the decor and the obvious effort to have gone into this set up. Marriage had never been something he’d thought again - his work kept him busy enough and marriage required some work to make it last, but as he watched Dazai kneel before him, his heart seemed to perform a flip inside his chest and he realised that this thought, this man made him rather excited. Who would have thought this was ever going to be in their future like this?

“Everything you do must always be so over the top”, he smiled, “Yes, Dazai. I’ll gladly marry you”

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@shrimps-variety-garden​ Said: 

💀 Dark/Violent~ Ango/Dazai

DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS 41 - “I know you’re lying to me. You know how I know? Because I’ve been following you for eight weeks.”

He should have known that he wasn’t going to enjoy this. Should have known that Dazai would be doing something that would make him need to cover his tracks in one way or another, but now Dazai was finding the need to lie to him too? He was pretty sure that Dazai would have been aware of being tailed and for how long but just incase he’d forgotten or didn’t realise it had been Ango, he made the statement, “I know you’re lying to me. You know how I know? Because I’ve been following you for eight weeks”.  Yes, they were dating and yes he hated that he had to keep tabs on his own boyfriend but Dazai should know that he had his back...so just why was he finding the need to lie like this? Weren’t they past the days of secrets and betrayal? He sighed lightly and took another small sip from the glass he held. These type of conversations were never fun.

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@suizaide​ said -

“You clean up, I’ll get rid of the body.” ~ ango

DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS

He’s so matter of fact. Ice cold words that seem effortless to leave his lips. How had they been friends? What had tied them together? It wasn’t as though he didn’t like Dazai, he did...it was complicated but he couldn’t see it now - just how they had gotten together, how it had been those three against the world. But then he’d gone and rocked the boat and they lost the captain of the ship.

“...as much as I wished to not have to meet you in such...circumstances, I am grateful for the help that you’ve given. I’ll make sure those records are destroyed before the end of the week”, he’d knelt down in order to clean up the blood that had started to stain the carpet in his office. It was a messy assassination attempt and yet there was a dead man now being taken care of by an old friend. Who would be after his life - well after it and desperate enough to attack an attack at his work place. “The security of this place... I hate to say it but it suggests an inside job”

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@strcydxgs​ continued from [X]

He couldn’t blame him for the outburst. Chuuya had always been just that, an explosion of energy and emotions that didn’t hold back when pushed too far and in a lot of ways Ango was simply thankful for not having been attacked yet. The man was rather tired. He’d lived a double life inside the Port Mafia and yet when he got out of that he had been living one with Chuuya instead. He understood both sides of the story. Even with his ability under a degree of control with his being a member of ADA, there was no way in which it could be ignored that the young ginger could be a potential threat. But what had started off as a simple work assignment had, gradually turned into much more. He hadn’t pulled him in for a kiss just to silence him, though that was partly the reason. He’d also hoped to convey his feelings, to let it be shown that he didn’t think on Chuuya as some type of assignment, that he was standing here right now telling him everything because he cared for him.

“And you have every right to be mad”, he sighed lightly, one arm wrapping around the smaller males waist to hold him as the other gently shifted hair out from his eyes and behind his ears, “I wouldn’t blame you if you decided to no longer trust me...but I couldn’t leave this with those words you screamed. You may hate or despise me but I shall never not believe in you”. He was so much more than some assignment, some escaped experiment to keep tabs on. “...I’ve told you all this for a reason. You can tell me to walk away now and I will”

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“ Happy birthday. “, he whispered quietly. Leaning against the stone, a grave to be exact, that felt so unbearable cold on this very day. His eyes might were closed and yet, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, the young man vividly remembered the old days. The days, when the one buried here was still alive. Remembered the very same day, but years ago. The day, he had figured out it would be Oda’s birthday and met him at the usual bar. It wasn’t a big celebration, actually it was like every usual time they met there together with Ango - and yet, there somehow was something more special in the air to that time.

In between the thick scent of alcohol, that would always linger so late in the night in Lupin.

But those days were gone. Destroyed. Nothing but memories, he didn’t know if he wished wouldn’t circle through his brain again and again like today - or if he wanted for them to continue like this. To stay on his mind, to never forget the man he would still consider without hesitation as friend.

The sound of steps forced him to open his eyes, but not to turn around to the person that was approaching. Knowing, that there would only be /one/ person who’d come here as well on this day. Even if he couldn’t quite piece together /why/ he would at the same time.

Lips parted to say something, but soon closed again. It had been a long time, since he found himself the last time lost for words, but yet here he was. Greeting the ‘guest’ with silence for the first few seconds, before he finally found back his voice. “ There I thought you’d be too busy with working, to remember this day. “.

 { from Dazai for Oda’s birthday :’D I’M SO SORRY THIS DIDN’T BECOME AN ACTUAL BIRTHDAY ASK OMG }

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@shrimps-variety-garden​ said:

  stop   messing   with   my   emotions   because   you’re   unsure   of   yours.   ❜~ Ango/Ikki

             ANGST  FOR  SHIPS  SENTENCE  PROMPTS .

A conversation of this nature had been likely to occur sooner or later and yet here he was, still feeling more than a little caught off guard as he took another sip from the coffee he held in one hand, wishing that the bitterness he felt was only from the drink that helped to get him through the day when things were as busy as they currently were. “Is that what I’m doing?”, he glanced at Ikki before looking back over the water, swallowing back his words with another sip of coffee, “I’m tired and busy with work, but I am not aware that I was giving you reason to doubt the feelings that I hold towards you”, he sighed. Too tired for this. Too old beyond his years. He’d lost so many people now, unable to expression his emotions as openly as others, ready to just be the escape dog, to take the blame and the weight of the world as needed. It was the very least he could do.

“Perhaps inform me of which way I’m messing with your emotions? I thought I was making my intentions rather clear. Perhaps you simply fail to accept that I actually do hold feelings towards you?”

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@shrimps-variety-garden​ Said :

💀 Dark/Violent~ Ango/Ikki 

DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS

 54. “Don’t panic, but… I think there’s someone else in the house.” 

He wasn’t the type for this. To be laying there in the semi dark of the bedroom, watching over the sleeping figure of the man who laid by his side, slowly attempting to accept the simple fact that this man was with him. He wanted to lay there. He wasn’t to get to know and understand him. He was as boring as a person could be and yet Ikki wished to love and understand him for reasons that Ango still found difficult to accept. There was a lot he’d done that he wasn’t proud for. Partly guilty for the death of one of his best friends and turning his back almost on the one who did remain...there was a lot of skeletons in his closet and yet he felt as though Ikki might actually be willing to accept them, no matter how black their bones may be. He’d leaned over to kiss the others head but froze as he heard a noise that seemed to come from below them - in a two floored house. Frowning, he’d climbed out of bed and grabbed his gun before he felt eyes on the back of his neck, glancing back towards his boyfriend and whispering softly. “Don’t panic, but...I think there’s someone else in the house”

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@shrimps-variety-garden​ said:                                                                

“shh, you’re okay.”~Ango/Ikki

Nightmare Meme

He was running. From what - he couldn’t be sure. Was it the past? The future? That feeling that every path he chose was just leading him further and further from those who he cared for, who he loved? How long could this go on for? How long could he keep tricking his mind into believing that he was doing the right thing? He’d lied to those who he considered friends, had placed them in danger and had ultimately failed to protect the life of one. How he should be hated. He’d been living a triple life of lie, deceiving both sides that he was a part of - for the greater good, as he would keep telling himself. But that was just a lie, right? He just wanted to feel as though this hadn’t all been for nothing. He’d chosen his path and he’d stuck to it. He was doing what was needed, despite the people to get hurt in the crossfire. No one was ever going to experience the pain that he had - but why was he running if he was so sure that everything was right?

With a short gasp, the man leapt up from his dream world and stared at the darkness around him. His throat felt sore - had he been screaming? Feeling arms wrap around him, only caused him to jump and roll out of bed, staring down at the other figure before relaxing as his tired and disturbed mind slowly allowed him to remember the earlier events of that evening. “I apologise...I think there may be some truth in that old saying. Eating cheese at night may lead to nightmares...ah. Go back to sleep. I’m going to find water...”