MORE Chuuya and Poe friendship headcanons because now they live rent free in my head. they do not pay rent. please help
(link to the other headcanon post)
One time for Chuuya's birthday Poe sent him a happy birthday with a picture of Karl wearing a party hat. Chuuya was in a good mood for the rest of the day
In return for the Karl with a party hat picture, Chuuya got Poe a fancy hat on his birthday. Probably a hat that had a feather on it. Poe occasionally wears it
During a movie night they found a really good movie, and Poe started making a mystery inspired off of some of the aspects of it. Chuuya helped out with it and Poe ended up giving it to Ranpo to solve a few weeks later
They styled each other's hair once and kept it like that for a day, confusing many people by the sudden hair change. Then they had their hair back to normal the next day. They still sometimes do it just to throw everyone off again
Poe got worried when Chuuya didn't come over for their usual weekend movie night, and started watching the movie on his own when Chuuya randomly kicked down the door. Turns out he was out on a mission and was late. As an apology he brought along a totally-not-stolen bowtie for Karl
After the first sweater Chuuya made for Karl, he made more in his free time, causing Karl to slowly get a whole wardrobe of differently colored sweaters with also different designs. Poe also has a dedicated wardrobe for Karl, obviously
Chuuya got called short by Dazai during a mission, so he then decided it'd be a great idea that the next time he'd have to work with Dazai he brought Poe with him. Cue the next mission Dazai was then met with Poe carrying Chuuya on his back (and Poe ended up sticking with them for the rest of the mission)
During ANOTHER time the two got drunk, they continued their Q is a lovechild between Fukuzawa and Mori conspiracy theory. Ranpo also supports this theory because he was also there and totally did not plant one of the papers with evidence in Fukuzawa's office for him to find later
Karl has his own little blanket during movie nights, he usually ends up in a blanket burrito by the end of it. The blanket was made one night while Poe and Chuuya were watching a movie and the two felt bad for Karl not also having a blanket. But still sometimes Karl sneaks into one of their blankets to cuddle them
For Halloween Poe totally dressed Karl up as Chuuya one time. Chuuya proceeded to protect Karl with his life that halloween
Rarely but still sometimes Chuuya and Poe have sleepovers. They did end up attempting to summon a demon during one of said sleepovers, they were sadly not successful.
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HI! First of all how are u? I hope ur days okay because mine is shit BUT ANYWAY I MASSIVE brain rot I feel like I should share this with u.
So what if Chuuya and Dazai's s/o are one a mission and they meet and they have to kill each other because ITS A MISSION AND THEY HAVE TO FINISH IT. The women look hot and cool and bloody but no one's stopping bc the KILL intent is super strong but then after all of that is finish. Their s/o's become RIVALS and FRIENDS at the same time😭 like when they are on the job they are KILLING each other but when their not working they become besties❤✌🏻❤✌🏻❤ kinda like ranpo and poe's dynamic.
Ugh sorry I Talk tooo much and sorry bc its super specified u can just add whatever u want idc!!! I just feel really comfortable talking with you! Bc i feel our connection with our love for a badass reader! I probably have a kink for strong and cool women💃🤦♀️ OKAY BYEEE
You're always so sweet so I get so happy when I see your requests!! And yes, strong hot women are the ultimate- yes. They're amazing and I love them and writing them is such a treat. Also the request itself is chefs kiss and there were so many ways I could have written this so I tried my best - please, let me know if I missed somethings, I can always go back and add/revise. Reader can be read as Dazai or Chuuya's S/O so take your pick. Anyway I hope you enjoy, and please reach out to me anytime! <3333
You loved nights when your job could let you be this way; when good and evil didn't matter;
when the world was subject only to the rules of knife, bullet, and blood.
You heels found the pavement time and time again, rhythmic and cold on the streets while your eyes watched the woman behind you. She'd been tailing you since your departure from the bar. You knew her face, and she knew yours. But you didn't care to know more than that; not when your sole purpose for being out so late, for being alone safe for one another, for leading and following another woman into shadows was for the kill.
She fired first. You heard the bullet before you felt the blood trickle down the soft skin of your outer ear, sliding down the side of your neck as you turned to face your now enemy.
"Good evening," she sang sweetly. Her accent was delicately foreign; you could hear it on her voice just as sure as you knew she would be able to hear yours. "Lovely night, is it not?"
"Indeed," you responded. Despite your hands twitching on the triggers of your guns, your voices were dulcet and calm as two women enjoying a cup of afternoon tea. "I feared we would jump to all the nasty business right away and what fun would that be. Although, far be it a fair play for one to fire when their opponent's back is turned."
"Quite right," she sighed. "And I do apologize. Still, is it so hard to be pleasant before all that nonsense?"
You laughed, "I suppose you mean our respective lovers then? You aren't wrong; the wounds I've had to patch up are...well let's say it's impressive the two of them have survived to go at each other's throats for so long."
"Then let's hope," she murmured, "that they might learn a thing from the both of us."
"Truly."
Had an observer blinked at that moment, they would have lost you. They would have been blinded by the pop of bullets flying round the dark street, pinging off metal pipes and shattering glass windows. As soon as your guns were empty though, no one could expect either of you to waste any time in going for the kill. You simply threw them away, now useless as your abilities roared to life at your fingertips. It had been less than five minutes; and still, you were no longer the idle picture of pristine drama you had been before. Your clothes were now torn from the seconds where bullets had just barely missed your skin, your skin was raw and scraped from diving to the rough ground and both pairs of eyes gleamed hot as the slight scent of blood hit your nose.
"You're a wonderful fighter," she called.
You bowed your head, the movement almost indistinguishable from the distance at which you stood. "A fighter is only as good as her opposite."
"Then we understand that the toying with one another ends here?"
You dual smiles were nothing short of wicked; perfectly dangerous, inviting as only the thrill of a life on the line can be.
"Oh my dear, who on earth said I was playing?"
The raised tone of your voice, the slight cock of your head, was a challenge. She took the bait. In fact, she snapped at it, ready and willing to sink her teeth into you.
The world could have ended around you from there; you could have ended it and neither one of you would have ripped your eyes from the other. One second her shoulders were under your hands and your body was pinning hers to the ground, the next your body was the one flying against the wall with a dull thud and the sharp crack of bones. You felt your hand connect with the fawn-soft skin of her throat, leaving a thin line of gorgeous crimson in it's wake and immediately after felt her hand close around your own and squeeze until you managed to throw her from your shoulders. Your victory didn't last long, however; only seconds later you felt your body meet the ground right at her side. Your heads were next to each other, blood painting the walls, the ground, your hands and the rest of your exhausted bodies as your eyes fluttered shut to the sight of the night sky.
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You didn't know how you made it to the safety of your apartment that night; only the man you loved and the most deadly of all his rivals knew that. Only they knew how they had stumbled upon your unconscious bodies after you had failed to return home that night and dared not waste a second fighting each other when it was clear you had both met your match in one another. You took new notice of her whenever you saw her; mutual enemies of yours had luck that was parallel to that of Dazai's enemies if not worse. Whenever your lovers would notice your small smiles, your gentle war, whenever they would ask what in hell had happened in that alley, your answer was dual and matched as every other aspect of you both:
"That alley stays secret. It lives and dies with us."
And your twin smiles kept that secret locked in the cage of your teeth, shrouded in the curtains of lips so sweet one who didn't know better could never guess all the the things the two of you could be hiding.
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