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Here they were dancing a dangerous tango and crossing lines and blurring boundaries that neither Fukuzawa nor Mori would take kindly to. Dazai was supposed to have gotten over Chuuya, not melted in his embrace and bound them together for an eternity.
(Or: Dazai and Chuuya's unconventional relationship sparks a radical change within Dazai when he wakes up one day under the weather and feeling very, very off.)
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Dazai's normally boring morning was shattered when a small pair of arms wrapped themselves around his knees and big azure eyes blinked up at him partnered with a stupidly happy grin.
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Chuuya is hit with an ability that reverses his age.
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The main issue is that now the Port Mafia will know he’s alive and working for the agency… now Chuuya will know he’s alive. Chuuya is one of the only people on this stupid, rotten planet who knows his secret; who can tell everyone his secret and ruin this perfectly well-built alpha life he has going for himself.
He’s also the only alpha that can command him, and Dazai does not miss commands, that’s for sure. Even when Chuuya would use them gently, it always felt so cold and demeaning. His omega thought commands were nice; it thought they meant he would be good for his alpha and that he would be protected.
And that’s why his omega is stupid and is suppressed now.
Suppressed but still occasionally annoying.
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- Part 4 of Instinct to Love
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i miss you on a train (i miss you in the morning) by enmushiii
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
29 Jun 2025
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Dear Ivan,
I woke up today feeling empty. I tried recalling everything about you, but I can’t seem to remember everything.
From your hair.
Your eyes.
Your appearance.
Your voice.Or Rebel Till writes to Ivan through a diary his experiences and realizations in his post-Karma life.
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a beginner's guide to growing and caring for anemones by anumone_7 for NorabelGrey
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
29 Jun 2025
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At eight years of age, Ivan had bet that Till couldn’t spin around thirty times without stopping. Naturally, Till had set out to prove him wrong. On his twenty-second spin, he had collapsed onto the ground, sweat pooling under his arms, lightheaded.
Grief, he realizes, is the same. He keeps rotating on a single axis, watching the world pass by around him, but his feet remain rooted to the same spot. The condensation on the shower wall that looks like raindrops, blueprints circled in red marker, the jiggly bread pudding served at dinner, the kisses shared between rebels his age at the bar, and even the stars twinkling through the haze of clouds. No matter where he goes, all the distance travelled only leads him back here again.
Till supposes not all of them make it to twenty-three. Not him. Not Ivan.
(Or: A year and a half after the final round of Alien Stage, Till learns how to grow anemones at the rebel base. Remembering Ivan happens somewhere in between)