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Be Careful in Your Flight, Little Birdies

Summary:

Dazai takes care of some things.

Sequel to 'Sometimes, Barefoot in the Kitchen is a Goal.'

Notes:

Some background before we begin: Dazai is now about sixth months pregnant! And being pregnant, he sometimes comes into work at the Port Mafia office with Chuuya, because the PM needs Chuuya to be there at times but both Dazai and Chuuya hate being separated at this stage of his pregnancy. He usually just nests in a corner of Chuuya’s office practically swimming with the cushions and blankets that Chuuya has placed there for him.

Also, warning here for some depictions of violence and death against original characters. I feel both like I did and didn’t describe it very much (it’s really only a few tiny scenes) but I wanted to warn for it just in case.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Dazai was simply making his way toward the kitchen, not bothering a single soul, when a loud voice from behind him demanded his attention.

“Eh? What the hell do you think you’re doing, Omega?”

Dazai turned around and faced the Alpha that was speaking. Tall and large like so many Alpha’s tended to be. Surrounded by a group of similarly tall, large Alpha’s, the one that spoke stood out for one more reason. The hat sitting on his head.

Why? Why did so many of Chibi’s sycophants decide to honor him in that way? While most of Chuuya’s direct subordinates were conscious enough of how uncomfortable it made him feel to see them copying him, and thus only did so in very subtle, indirect ways, the most obsessed tended to go the opposite way, copying everything. Regrettable choices in headgear included.

Dazai probably would have arranged to have this man killed just for that alone.

As it was, he placed one hand protectively on his very pregnant stomach and blinked at the Alpha innocently. “Me? I was just going to get a snack, stranger. I’m sorry, I didn’t know that I was breaking any rules?”

The Alpha frowned at him severely while his Alpha friends all loomed behind him and leered at Dazai threateningly. How cliché. “That kitchen provides food for our Executives and our Boss. No one is allowed near it except for cleared personnel. Everyone knows that! What, did you think you would be able to use your pregnancy to poison our higher ups? You stupid little Omega. No mafioso worth his salt would fail to see through your plan!”

Most of that was very true, and it made Dazai a little regretful that this man was going to die soon. Dazai had passed three other Alpha’s before this that had let him through. Only two of them had done so because they knew who he was.

Dazai had a vested interest in keeping a select few of the Mafia elite alive and well. (Though Mori could die choking on his own blood, thanks.) Having to kill one of the mafiosos smart enough and observant enough to help with that was such a shame.

Alas.

As if being summoned, Dazai’s mate chose this moment to appear, walking swiftly down the hallway.

“Oi, Dazai, I told you to just wait a moment while I talked with Mori and then I would go get you some crab-“ Chuuya was fussing as he walked toward Dazai, completely oblivious to the Alpha’s in between he and his mate except for the way that he had to swerve to walk around them.

Once the Chibi was in front of him Dazai blinked big teary eyes down at him, and Chuuya froze. Dazai could practically see his mate’s heart start to gallop in his chest, Chuuya’s Alpha primed to go nuclear at seeing his mate in such a state. Lately, Chuuya’s protective and doting instincts had been kicked into inconceivably high gear as Dazai reached later stages of his pregnancy, and at this point they had reached past the point of rationality.

“Alpha.” Dazai murmured softly as a finishing touch. “These men were mean to me.”

Watching closely, he could see the very nanosecond when the surprise keeping Chuuya frozen broke.

***

Sitting on a padded stool at the end of the mostly destroyed hallway, Dazai snacked on some popcorn while watching his mate systematically tear the men that had threatened him apart. He felt a satisfying type of viciousness living vicariously through his mate’s violence, his eyes going lidded and his Omega releasing a purr here and there.

Gin was knelt at his feet, resting peacefully against his legs and accepting the pieces of popcorn that Dazai occasionally passed down to her like a baby bird. Akutagawa, who had fetched both the stool and the popcorn, was also knelt at his feet, practically trembling with excitement the few times Dazai deigned to feed him instead of Gin.

The Alpha who had confronted Dazai screamed as one of his arms was torn clean off, and Dazai purred again while reaching down to feed Gin another kernel of popcorn.

She’d been nesting with him, lately, as Dazai’s pregnancy continued on and the hormones he was experiencing caused him to become emotional and doting despite himself. It had really first begun with Atsushi and Kyouka, but then Dazai’s instincts had insisted on Gin being there, too, and her brother had somehow wiggled his way in. (Dazai had forcibly drug Akutagawa into the nest the first time, but he felt that it was his right as a pregnant Omega to deny uncomfortable truths.)

It was during one of those nesting cuddle piles that she’d quietly told him about an Alpha that had made her uncomfortable lately. One that hadn’t cared about the Omega’s silent rejections but had continued to press his attentions even despite that. An Alpha that was one of Chuuya’s subordinates, and thus untouchable, because everyone knew that messing with Chuuya’s people was the worst of ideas. An Alpha that had only been part of Chibi’s crew for three years, and overseas for two years before his return last week, and so thus unfamiliar with Dazai.

Dazai purred as the head of said Alpha made a meaty sounding thud as it bounced off a wall several feet away. Well, let’s see him try to badger unwilling Omega’s now.

He knew that Chibi would understand even after he realized this for the set up it was after he came back to normal. Chuuya himself was rather protective of Gin. Besides, it had been a little bit since Dazai had messed with the slug like this. His mate had started being all twitchy and watchful as well as being protective and doting, and it’d been annoying to witness. This whole thing had really about been killing two birds with one stone. Or many birds with one gravity manipulator. Whichever.

Also- Dazai thought as he watched his mate panting hard from where he stood nearer to the other end of the hallway, surrounded by bodies and not within the thralls of Corruption but looking like he was he was so covered in others’ blood- this was really pretty hot.

Gin wrinkled her nose and edged away slightly from Dazai as the scent of his desire began perfuming the air around them. Dazai paid no mind to it, too wrapped up in his own inner planning.

He didn’t care how delicate the Chibi perceived him to be now that he was so fatly pregnant with his pups. His mate was definitely fucking him the moment they got back to his office.

Notes:

So not another breeding fic, but I hope this little fic was still fun to read. I feel like if you cut the hallway in half, on one side you would have cute family bonding hour! On the other you would have a live action real time slasher film remake straight out of the most jaded mafioso’s nightmares.

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