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Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 8: Ties that Bond

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 1.9k Characters Featured: Yosano Akiko, Dazai Osamu Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, lmk if I happened to miss anything please! Tag List: @decaf-nosebleed @isa-ghost @xakumi @bunchofdoodlesinspace A/N: HI I'M SORRY I'VE BEEN CONSUMED BY OTHER MEDIA I promise I have not forgotten this fic.

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You honestly couldn’t act surprised when you first stepped into Dazai’s apartment. Your eyes shifted to the tatami mats that covered the floor in a small moment of amazement. You always wondered how comfortable they were, given the cultural difference. You were satisfied to find out that they were more pleasant to walk on than the hardwood floors back home once you took your shoes off.

The rest of the scene in front of you was what you expected in some capacity. Not only was it clearly messy with empty bottles and takeout containers, but disorganized to where you weren’t sure how Dazai found anything in his own home. You kept your mouth shut. As sarcastic as you could be, you didn’t want to bring harsh judgment for someone who was so distinctly depressed. You didn’t know everything about Dazai after meeting each other in less than a week.

“I hate to know the answer, but where exactly will I be staying while I’m here?” Your voice was neutral. Your gaze was taking in the small size of the space, and you couldn’t help but notice that there were no walls showcasing the possibility of more rooms besides the bathroom.

“Oh, you can just steal my futon. I made sure to clean it before leaving this morning,” he mentioned casually, his eyes watching your face. He smirked as you whirled your head towards him.

“What?! I can’t just take your bed! Where will you sleep?” you stammered.

He shrugged his angular shoulders. “I’ll just sleep on the mats. It’s better than having you sleep on them, unless you’d rather share my futon?”

Your hand that meant to swat at him missed. “In your dreams.”

“I will,” he quipped smugly, trying to hide his amusement at your glare. “Make yourself comfortable as much as you wish. I’m afraid I can’t stay long since I have a meeting to attend.”

“Oh, at the ADA?” you questioned.

“No, I’m afraid not. It’s something more complicated than that,” he sighed in annoyance you managed to pick up from his voice.

You didn’t ask since it was not your business to begin with. You weren’t an Agency member, so this sort of discussion wasn’t something you were entitled to. Your eyes were stuck on the appearance of the kitchen now, and it made you ask a question out loud before you could stop it.

“Dazai, when was the last time you had something homemade?” You barely registered the squeak coming out of your mouth before slapping a hand over it, but Dazai only laughed at your horrified expression.

“It’s okay. It’s adorable to have someone so worried about me,” he responded, his voice lowering as he leaned in. You recovered from your comment and scoffed before stepping outside of his reach.

“Oh, you’re one to worry about alright.”

He opened his mouth to continue your little back and forth but was stopped by the chime of his phone. He looked at the screen before smiling towards you. “I’m afraid that’s my call, but I would love to stay here with you instead.”

“Oh, I’m sure of it,” you deadpanned while crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Which reminds me,” he started before searching through his pockets, “I got you something in case you happen to need to call anyone.”

You looked over the simple flip phone before taking it with a nod. “It’s better than nothing.”

“My thoughts exactly! I already added my number so if there’s something wrong, I’m only a call away,” he informed while sauntering towards the door. He paused from leaving to look back at you. “Need anything?”

“Uh—” You did a quick glance around as if trying to find something—anything—that would come to mind. Drawing a blank, you shook your head. Dazai grinned before shutting the door and locking it behind him. You wandered around your newfound silence for a moment before making the decision yourself. You had to at least help clean.

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Part of you was glad that you hadn’t made anything for dinner to try to surprise Dazai. Most of your time was spent deep cleaning and organizing the entire space, pausing very few times to wipe the sweat off your brow and look at your progress before continuing. Not only did you feel better with your mind off everything happening, but the hours had passed for you to see that the sky was now starting to turn dark and become speckled with stars.

You warily answered a knock that came at your door, your eyes brightening when they landed on Yosano with offered food. Two portions: one for you and one for Dazai when he got back from the mission he was on, she told you. You temporarily invited her in, and her magenta eyes didn’t seem to recognize the room.

“Did you do all this?” she questioned. “Dazai didn’t make you, did he?”

“He didn’t have to. I figured it would be a nice shock, and I feel better about it,” you replied, starting into your yakisoba. “Remind me that I owe you, by the way.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” Yosano waves off your offer. “I figured Dazai wouldn’t have anything for you to eat anyway.”

“I didn’t even give that a thought when he asked if I needed anything,” you groaned in disappointment. How could you forget something so simple? “Especially since I thought he would be back by now.”

You both conversed for roughly half an hour before she took her leave, and after cleaning for hours on end you were starting to find yourself dozing off after the feeling of a full stomach. Your eyes slid over to Dazai’s futon that he had offered you, but everything inside you said not to take it. It was clear that he didn’t mind having much, and to take something such as his own bed didn’t sit right with you. Instead, you decided to gather blankets you managed to store away. You made a makeshift bed with them and curled up to get comfortable, your eyes closing into a deep sleep.

It was hours later before you felt a strange warmth bring you out of sleep. It disappeared once your eyes fluttered open, and you blearily looked towards a familiar figure kneeling next to you. Dazai didn’t get to say a word as you sat up.

“Dazai, your arm—” you began while reaching for his wrist. You examined it carefully but found that nothing was wrong. “I thought it was broken.”

“I thought I told you I would sleep elsewhere,” he retorted, his voice tired and quiet. “I also purposely made it seem like it was broken. It’s my favorite gag.”

“Favorite gag? I thought you were hurt,” you sulked. It wasn’t until your half-asleep mind registered that you were touching Dazai and hovering so close that you withdrew your touch. “What time is it?”

“Late enough not to worry. I expected the mission to be a quick defeat. Did you know that Lovecraft’s ability isn’t really a gift?”

“Genuinely, no,” you yawned out. “He was always a mystery to me besides claiming to want to sleep. What do you mean that it wasn’t a gift? Oh, Yosano also came by with food because I was an idiot and didn’t ask before you left. There’s a container for you.”

“I couldn’t nullify and cancel his ability with my touch.” Dazai’s eyes followed to where you pointed, and smirked when you didn’t move while trying to wave you off. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not sleeping until I know you’ve eaten,” you grumbled and squinted your eyes at him. “I’m not responsible for you starving yourself. When asked why I’m so tired, I’ll tattle on you. I can hear Kunikida already.”

The giggle he gave at that shouldn’t have made your chest flutter, but you were successful as he finally stood and went to heat up the yakisoba. Your eyes were on him while he wasn’t watching. He had managed to fool you with the idea of his arm being broken for a reason, and you were beginning to think that he did intentionally. His mind was possibly just as brilliant as Miss Louisa’s, if not more. It was plausible he saw right through you and merely pretended to play dumb.

“See something you like?” His teasing voice brought you out of your thoughts, making you hold back a strangled noise at being caught before you turned your head away. Yes, he certainly wore a mask to keep himself distanced from you.

“I’m true to my promise, that’s all,” you scoffed. You mentally cursed as he shook his head, knowing it was a horrible lie.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, but it was comfortable. Your eyes were fighting to stay open again, and it was Dazai’s voice that shook you out of it.

“You didn’t have to clean everything up. Thank you.” The tone had caught you off guard. It wasn’t his usual jeering one, nor was it honeyed. It was raw and gentle, making his words more genuine to you. You only shrugged, but on the inside, you yearned for him to talk like that more often.

“Consider it my thanks for letting me stay,” you said, your own voice softening in return. “As appreciation for the ADA as well. It’s better than my treatment in the Guild.”

“Would you ever be interested in joining an organization to use your ability in?” You caught the way Dazai’s head tilted to the side while he waited for your response.

“It would depend on what happens when I find Roberte. My priority despite the setbacks has always been trying to locate him. I genuinely haven’t thought about my own outcomes,” you replied. “I would also have to make sure that the organization I dedicate myself to follows my own morals.”

Despite the occasional flirtatious comment towards you, you found conversation with Dazai pleasant as he ate, and you listened. Your earlier thought of him being brilliant was confirmed once you were able to get him deep into a conversation about the strategy of the broken arm. He had purposely let Lovecraft believe that he had ripped it off, only to end up being blown up from the inside of his monstrous form where he was weakest. You were also amused by how Dazai shivered and grimaced at the mention of a man named Chuuya, going onto a rant focused on him after mentioning how he helped defeat the eldritch being. It wasn’t until Dazai realized you were fighting exhaustion that he stopped.

“Finally released from the curse of making sure I didn’t go to bed starving?” he questioned with a smile.

“Shut it,” you grumbled sleepily. You started to shift back into the nest of blankets you had made but began protesting when Dazai pushed you off onto the nearby futon.

“As host, I have to make sure my guest is comfortable,” he excused, but his smug smile made you want to throttle him. You gave up, having no other choice with Dazai taking over the blankets. A small pout was on your face as you got under the blankets. “Thought you said it was adorable for someone to worry over you,” you snorted. It wasn’t long before you surrendered to sleep once again, not even noticing the way Dazai was watching you.

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1. Bungo Stray Dogs. I will give you all character backstories. I will give you theories of people with mysterious backstories. I will ramble about Dazai and Chuuya for eternity.

2. Blackholes. I was never interested in anything of the sort but I can tell you about the event horizon, spaghettification, and the singularity without breathing. You’d think I was an astrophysicist.

3. US History. Do I love debating about it? No. Do I love teaching people about what has repeated and why? Yes. It’s important to know what happened for this very reason.

4. Fall Out Boy. They were my hyperfixation band for the longest time.

5. Classical Literature. We can thank BSD for this one.

(Not gonna tag anyone but feel free if anyone sees this to do)

I saw this meme going around on twitter and I think it'll be perfect for this account.

List 5 topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material.

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Dazai take the fucking antidote

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Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 7: Sanctuary

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 1.9k Characters Featured: Yosano Akiko, Dazai Osamu, small Ranpo mention Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, lmk if I happened to miss anything please! Tag List: @decaf-nosebleed @isa-ghost @xakumi @bunchofdoodlesinspace A/N: If you want to be added to the tag list, feel free to let me know!

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You were already awake when you heard the infirmary door open. The curtains pulled back to let in the sunlight. You didn’t know what time it was, but it was likely mid-morning with how the sky outside was already blue and sunny. Your head slowly turned to see who was with you.

Your gaze is met by a woman with magenta eyes, her dark hair cut into a bob that just reached to where her chin was. She certainly up-kept herself, her white button up tucked into her black skirt that flared out by her knees which were hidden by black tights. Her appearance would be plain if not for the rest of what she wore. Black gloves adorned her hands. On her feet were red heels, and your eyes traveled up to catch the butterfly pin that she had in her hair.

“Oh, good. You were already awake. I was afraid that I might have disturbed you,” her voice came out pleasantly. “I’m Yosano. I’m the Agency’s doctor.”

You sat up properly in the bed to greet her and gave her your name. Your voice was still laced with sleep despite being awake. “Thank you for treating me.”

Her face showed disappointment. “Oh, I didn’t get to treat you. A shame, really. I was looking forward to it.”

Your eyes narrowed at her, mostly out of confusion towards her response. “I’m sorry, you were looking forward to me being injured?”

“I apologize. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m glad you’re okay, for someone who fell out of the sky. I was expecting to piece you back together with my ability.”

You couldn’t tell if her smile unnerved you or not, but the conflict was quickly put off to the side. “Your ability?”

“Thou Shalt Not Die. Someone must be on the brink of death for me to heal them,” she answered. It certainly made you register why she was so eager to wish she had been able to heal you.

“Even for the smallest injuries?” you inquired.

“Don’t get any paper cuts in the office,” she replied with a wink.

You felt a shiver travel down your spine, and you grimaced when it was followed by your stomach growling. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but you wouldn’t happen to have anything for breakfast, would you?”

“We have a café in the building that I’m sure would get you filled up, but I’m not taking you looking like that,” Yosano gestured to your appearance. Your hands felt around and noticed the way your hair was untidy from sleep, partnered with it being windblown while in the air yesterday. Your dress that you had worn was also in bad shape.

“I don’t have anything after leaving,” you sighed.

“Which is why I’m here to rescue you.” Yosano turned to grab the hairbrush, toothbrush, and a change of clothes that she had brought and offered them to you. “I’ll give you some privacy. Come find me in the office when you’re ready.”

You nodded and watched as she left before standing up, taking your time in stretching your arms and legs prior to trudging and locking the door. The last thing you wanted was an embarrassing moment with one of the Agency’s staff accidentally walking in, and you scoffed as you imagined Dazai making some flirty comment and slamming the door in his face.

You stepped out into the hall once you had your hair brushed, having left it loose and natural. The change of clothes Yosano had provided left you in a modest, white button down covered by a brown plaid waistcoat. It combined with a skirt that was pleated and reached right above your knees. You were thankful for the black Mary Jane heels that were formal but kept you comfortable on your feet. You felt like you fit in a lot more.

You were startled by the eyes that were on you when you turned into the office, now feeling a little self-conscious. It worsened when you recognized two faces from the fight that took place at the fountain between the Guild, the Port Mafia, and the ADA. The man with blonde hair that was tied back into a low ponytail adjusted his glasses and continued whatever he was staring at on his laptop screen. Whether he decided to ignore your presence or not, you couldn’t tell with how his brows were furrowed in concentration.

The other blonde that you recognized had a smile on his face, looking as sunny as his golden eyes. The cuffed blue overalls nearly reminded you of Steinbeck, but they seemed to fit him more as a farmer boy. His straw hat hung off his neck and rested behind his head.

“I thought that would look stunning on you! Ready?” Your attention was stolen by Yosano admiring you before you could try to take in the other staff members. Surprisingly, you didn’t see Dazai anywhere despite Atsushi offering a smile of greeting to catch your attention. It seemed everyone was here but him.

“Yes, thank you. My stomach is never going to shut up at this rate,” you groaned.

“Oh, are you going to Café Uzumaki?” a voice chimed in as Yosano started to lead you. Your head turned to watch the raven-haired boy quickly jump out of his office chair and stride toward you. “I’m joining!”

Yosano caught your expression and smiled. “Ranpo will be along for the sweets he can get his hands on. Is it okay if he comes with?”

“I don’t mind,” you said with a partnered nod. Ranpo was clearly in a joyous mood after the agreement and began to lead the way instead. On your way out the door was when you finally bumped into the one person you thought you wouldn’t see today.

“Oh, taking off so soon?” The teasing lilted voice made your eye twitch. You tilted your chin to face Dazai. The signature smile was on his face, but you got a hint of mischievousness underneath it.

Before you could think of a snarky remark, Yosano spoke up. “Oh, Kunikida! You’ll never guess who finally showed up.”

The look of betrayal on Dazai’s face was a sweet victory, and it took everything not to laugh. It was only seconds before the blonde with glasses, presumed Kunikida by you, started to yell about Dazai being late. A smile finally graced your lips as you sauntered past him. “Looks like someone will be unable to join us for breakfast. A shame, honestly.”

Yosano gave you a coy smile while Ranpo seemed to ignore everything all together. Despite holding yourself up high like Margaret would have praised you on, you couldn’t help but feel the eyes that stared at the back of your head while you were ushered away.

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After your stomach was full and you got to socialize with Ranpo and Yosano, the three of you returned upstairs to where the ADA was located. You found yourself at an awkward pass. You certainly didn’t want to overstay your welcome, but you remembered last night when Dazai said he would discuss everything with you.

“I should find Dazai,” you grumbled to Yosano. You tried to ignore the way she smiled before separating from her and starting your search for the lanky bandaged Casanova. It didn’t take long before you found him on one of the couches, his eyes focused on the window.

“Did you have fun with Yosano and Ranpo?” Dazai didn’t turn his head as he spoke.

“Ranpo told me how much of a genius detective he is. I was shocked to also find out that the sweet waitress that works there wanted me to remind you of your outstanding tab,” you retorted sweetly as you sat on the couch opposite. You managed to hide your grin at the nervous little sound Dazai made before his brown eyes finally met you.

“Couldn’t get enough of me that you had to seek me out?” he teased, making you roll your eyes.

“More along the lines of asking what the decision of harboring a former Guild member has come to,” you brushed off his comment gracefully. You watched him shift his body to sit properly, being careful with the arm that was still in a sling.

“Ah, I did discuss you with the President when he saw me about today’s meeting plans,” Dazai said. His head leaned back so his gaze was focused on the ceiling. “Normally, we wouldn’t let someone stay without joining the Agency. Your case is special, though. You’re not from here. You have no home to speak of while you continue your search for your brother, you also have no connections to anyone that could help you in your time of need, and your powerful ability that is useful to those with ill intention.”

You felt so small while he listed your situation. Everything was true, and you were certainly at a loss about what your next step was. “That doesn’t tell me if I’m staying or leaving.”

“It doesn’t?” His lips turned up into a smirk at your confused reaction. “I said we wouldn’t normally let someone stay without joining, but you have no one and an ability that could be weaponized. For the time being, we have granted you protection through the Agency. We’re also hoping you’re able to provide us with information we don’t know.”

You let out the breath you had been holding, allowing Dazai to see just how much of a relief his words were. “I’ll take all I can get. Surely, I won’t be staying here, will I? I wouldn’t want to force someone to watch over me in shifts, and I don’t have money to stay anywhere.”

“That’s why we’ve decided that you’ll be staying with me.”

Nothing could prepare you for hearing that, and it was evident with how your face quickly turned pink. “The streets sound like a good option. Yes, I think I’ll be fine there.”

Your words made Dazai giggle and shake his head. “It’s the safest temporary option in case the Guild tries to capture you again.”

“I can’t room with Atsushi?”

“He already has a roommate, sorry.” His voice was laced with his amusement.

“Yosano?”

“She won’t be able to watch you as closely if one of us is injured. The Guild could swoop in when you’re vulnerable.”

You hid your face in your hands as your head leaned back, slowly letting a groan escape at the realization of your predicament. “There’s no other option, is there?”

“No. You’re stuck with the lovely option of me.”

You peeked through your fingers when you heard Dazai stand, narrowing your eyes at his offered hand. “What?”

“Well, I must show you where you’ll be staying. We’ll need to have our belladonna settled before I leave for a mission,” he said.

“A mission?” You grumbled at the name as you took his hand and stood up.

“It won’t be too long, and it’ll be during the late-night hours. As far as we know, the Guild doesn’t know that we have you. You’ll be safe if you follow my every instruction.”

For once you had no sassy remark. His words didn’t feel as teasing as they were once before, and even his eyes conveyed that he was being more serious. “Right. Are we leaving now?”

Dazai offered his arm for you to take, the playfulness returning quickly. Your eyes studied him again before you shoved him, just enough that he was forced to take a singular step back. Once you were met with his snickering, you both made your way out of the Agency.

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Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 6: The Becoming

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 1.7k Characters Featured: Dazai Osamu Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, usual Dazai suicide comment warning, lmk if I happened to miss anything please! Tag List: @decaf-nosebleed @isa-ghost @xakumi @bunchofdoodlesinspace A/N: If you want to be added to the tag list, feel free to let me know! We are finally here at the moment we've been wanting for so long.

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You awoke in a room that was starting to darken with the evening sky, but part of you was relieved to realize it wasn’t recognizable. On the one hand, you immediately wondered where you were.On the other, however, you began to remember what happened before you slipped into darkness against your will. Your suspicions were confirmed when the bed you lay on resembled one you would see in a hospital. Was that where you were? The thought was quickly dispelled by the presence you missed off to your left side.

“The sleeping beauty finally rises from her slumber,” the honeyed voice makes your head spin towards the source. His chocolate eyes were latched onto you, and the little smirk on his face made you aware of his amusement at your reaction.

“Dazai, was it?” you asked after a moment, your voice laced with exhaustion. “You touched the doll, and everything stopped.”

Dazai gave a hum of approval. “I did! My nullifying ability was able to cancel out Q’s madness that spread across Yokohama thanks to Atsushi’s efforts. I saw you. You tried to keep Atsushi from dying; such selflessness.”

You sat up more in the semi-uncomfortable bed and shrugged your shoulders at his praise. The more you thought about it, you registered that you didn’t give saving Atsushi a second thought. You were willing to risk your life, but maybe that was because you weren’t sure you were initially going to survive the landing. However, it certainly didn’t feel self-sacrificial either.

“I was only doing what I thought was right, and that meant making sure Atsushi gave you that doll. It was the least I could do after he explained what was happening,” you attempted to explain.

“Were you escaping the Guild?” His eyes were watching you with such precision, and you could sense that he was trying to gather any piece of information about you that he could. It was understandable, you reasoned. You were the stranger that was previously with the enemy before you were found.

“I was never truly a part of it like the rest are. I didn’t join out of my own willingness. I’m sure Atsushi has at least told you that.”

Dazai’s smile returned, and it was the only confirmation you needed to know that Atsushi did relay the knowledge to him. “I admit it is part of the reason why we decided to bring you back to the Armed Detective Agency, besides Atsushi insisting on it.”

So that’s where you were.

“In fact, I was even willing to thank the angel that would give her life for our Atsushi’s safety. You could only imagine my surprise when I saw you instead,” he commented with a grin. It only widened when his words made you squint at him. You picked up on the flirty tone after all.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” you quipped, hiding your surprise at how fast the words came out of your mouth. You knew better than to be rude in fear of being left to fend for yourself. You were here upon the graciousness of Dazai and Atsushi after all.

Dazai’s little giggle kept you from panicking. “No, not at all. Instead, I should be grateful. I don’t think you realize how many in your position would have never risked death and focused on saving themselves instead.”

You crinkled your nose and shook your head in disapproval. “The Guild may have crushed my sense of freedom, but I did not forget my morals and beliefs. Atsushi was willing to risk everything, so I decided I would too. I had nothing else to lose in that moment.” Your gaze caught the way his eyes shifted from studying you to properly seeing you for the first time, and you turned your head away as he spoke next.

“That’s what I thought you would say. Goodness, I may have found someone that may finally agree to a double suicide,” he sighed dreamily.

“I’m sorry, agree to a what—?!” you nearly shrieked.

The disappointment was evident on his face after your question. “Every woman I’ve ever asked has always said no. I thought you would’ve been the one after being so willing to give your own life, especially with such a pretty face.”

The urge to slap Dazai was replaced by confusion for the way your cheeks felt hot at his comment. You decided to hide in the sheets that you held up to your face, hoping you looked disappointed instead of flustered. “You do not ask every woman you encounter. I feel so sorry for them.”

“It is their loss, just like it is yours,” he huffed out and sat back further in the chair that resided by your bedside.

“I’m good, thanks,” you retorted with sarcasm dripping from your words. You showed your face again once you knew the blush from your face was gone, deciding to change the subject before he went on. “How long do I have here?”

Dazai’s eyes slid back over to you. “It would depend on how long you think you are staying.”

Your body squirmed. You got into all this mess trying to find Roberte, and you didn’t know how long it would take to finally locate him. It was never your intention to grace the ADA with your sudden presence, but it was a genuine concern to be left alone with Fitzgerald who would be hunting you down.

“I do not want to burden you. I’m sure the last thing you need is someone else to worry about, at least until I find what I came looking for,” you finally replied.

“And what is it that you are searching for in Yokohama of all places?” His curiosity was back to soaking up information from you.

“My brother had written to me. Roberte said he had found work in the Guild and to come join him, but when I arrived, he was nowhere to be found. That’s when Fitzgerald saw my ability and decided to use me for his purposes. I’m not sure Roberte’s even here at this point,” you explained, your voice more fragile now. “I want to go home, but I have to find him first.”

Dazai was quiet at your words before standing up. Your eyes watched his lanky form draw the curtains around your bed, and it was only then that you noted he had discarded the tan trench coat from earlier. Your heart fluttered as he turned towards you, and you excused it for the rising anxiety.

“Are you too exhausted to show me how your ability works?”

The question made your stomach drop, and Dazai could see how much dread was in your eyes at it. You didn’t give him a chance to reply as you took a shaky breath. “Can I ask why first? I’ve never been able to without repercussions.”

“Atsushi said that you could shapeshift into other people. I want to see how you’re able to do it. It’s something we should understand if we are to help protect you here,” he answered.

You couldn’t argue with his reasoning. Your ability was powerful and had already started to end up in the wrong hands with the Guild. You decided despite your initial discomfort, it would be best to comply.

Your eyes were now staring into his scrutinizing brown ones as you replied. “Can you give me something that has personal meaning or is commonly worn by someone? Nothing of yours, though. I’m afraid as soon as I was able to try, I wouldn’t be able to with how your ability works. It would cancel mine.”

Dazai thought quietly before holding up a finger, signaling for you to wait before stepping out of the curtains and leaving you alone. He shortly returned with something in his hand, and you examined the red sailor collar as it was given to you.

“Give me a moment, please. A new Change is more difficult,” you warned. Your eyes closed as you attempted to focus. Your fingers explored the red fabric, trying to find the connection. It took a few seconds, but you were able to latch onto something. Long, sleek black hair that went down to her hips and dark gray eyes. She was an Agency member despite still being a high school student. You opened your eyes to find Dazai’s interested eyes on you as you finished the shapeshifted appearance.

“Do you know her name?”

You searched through her mind, and with ease found the desired answer. “Naomi?” Your voice startled you, sounding nothing like yours.

“So, you are also able to be convincing once you’re connected to them,” Dazai observed.

“Only if their mind isn’t guarded. There have been people I’ve tried to imitate only to be blocked out of knowing who they are,” you informed.

Dazai was silent for a long moment before speaking again. “You can return back now.”

You sighed in relief as you shifted back to your normal appearance, offering the red collar for him to give back to Naomi. “It works with physical touch, too. It doesn’t just have to be a person’s belongings that make it unique to them.”

“Is it possible to use more than one Change, as you call it?” His hand was on his chin.

“I can have them. They do become harder to maintain in memory if I don’t use them after a certain amount of time, though, and I would have to repeat the same process,” you said.

Dazai hummed, and you determined he was someone who was difficult to read. He always kept an impressive metaphorical mask on his face besides the playful smiles and teasing that you observed earlier. You couldn’t place what he was thinking as he kept his gaze on you. Therefore, it alarmed you when he merely smiled.

“In that case, we’ll discuss everything in the morning. If you need anything, Yosano will be here overnight. I simply wouldn’t want to keep you from recovering,” he cooed as he began to exit. At the last second, he peeked his head past the curtain again. “Make sure to have sweet dreams about me.”

You scowled and raised one of your pillows to hit him with it as a threat before he disappeared with mischievous giggling. You heard the door close and sat the pillow back down once you were alone again. You decided you were going to take up Dazai’s offer and continue to rest, and maybe just once you would have a peaceful night’s sleep while being in the ADA’s safety.

You curled up underneath the covers, not noticing the small little smile on your lips as you succumbed to sleep. You didn’t dream of Dazai, but you were free from nightmares for one night.

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Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 5: Brave New World

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 1.1k Characters Featured: Atsushi Nakajima, small Dazai mention Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, lmk if I happened to miss anything please! Tag List: @decaf-nosebleed @isa-ghost @xakumi @bunchofdoodlesinspace A/N: If you want to be added to the tag list, feel free to let me know! Guess who's heeeeere!

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Adrenaline rushed through your veins. The feeling of your stomach fluttering as you kept gaining momentum from the fall nearly made you scream, but the air prevented you from doing so. Your eyes looked to Atsushi when the wind wasn’t irritating them, his gaze fixed on the city that you were steadily getting closer to.

Your body froze in the air, and you realized Atsushi noticed the missile-like object that had flown by your head. Shit, you thought. Twain’s ability with Tom and Huck. You would be lucky if you weren’t shot out from the sky. You decided then that until you got closer to land, keeping your wings tucked in was the best course of action in living another day.

You didn’t warn Atsushi in enough time once he opened his parachute, crying out for him when he was stunned by the next shot that was aimed at him. The air cannon cut away his own chance of surviving the fall, the one thing Lucy gave up helping him. The parachute flew away gracefully, leaving Atsushi unconscious and plummeting head-first towards Yokohama.

You rushed to grab him, desperately reaching for one of his legs to help stop him from dying on impact. You grimaced as you managed the task, but gravity was working against you. With your wings outstretched and batting the air in distress, it was no use trying to pull Atsushi to safety, and now you were plunging to your death just as fast as he was.

“Atsushi, wake up! We’re going down too fast!” You wouldn’t accept your fate yet. Your eyes were on Atsushi, gritting your teeth as you found the courage to keep trying to save him. The wings on your back were tiring from how fast you were flapping them, and the adrenaline from earlier turned into panic.

This was it. You were going to die.

You braced yourself for the fast and painless end; with the grim reaper introducing himself and leading you to the afterlife. Instead, it never came. A mixture of confusion and relief washed over you once you realized you weren’t dead, but alive. You were very much alive as you glanced over yourself and your surroundings. One moment you could’ve sworn you were on a tiger’s back, but the next you rolled onto the ground as Atsushi stood from kneeling.

“You— You saved me,” you said breathlessly once Atsushi helped you up, all the oxygen from your lungs feeling like it escaped while diving to the street you were on. “Thank you.”

You were interrupted by a spine-chilling giggle, your head turning towards the doll that Lucy had given Atsushi. That’s right. Atsushi needed to find someone to give that thing to in the hopes of stopping everything.

You both started towards the doll, but not before being greeted with a litter of bullets halting you from grabbing it. You let your ability fall to reveal your natural state, but you were given no time to think about defense. It was time to run. Atsushi managed to grab the toy before making his escape. You weren’t far behind, but your eyes were stuck to him as he used his ability to run on the sides of buildings. His strength amazed you, his legs powerful enough to sprint and jump with ease. You had to be more careful. Unlike Atsushi, you were vulnerable on the ground. Twain’s perfect aim was not to be underestimated.

Atsushi eventually rejoined you on the ground. You both dashed to turn a corner only to pause at the chaos in front of you. Fires were raging, people were mulling around on the street as if looking for their next prey, and your eyes quickly glanced away at the sight of the couple of lifeless bodies you could see. You heard Hawthorne’s voice in your head comparing it to the apocalypse in reference to Revelations as if he were there with you.

Your shock was broken by more bullets behind you. Atsushi guided you to follow him as you ran to avoid being shot. He appeared distracted by something, and it was only by your gasp that he finally looked ahead and came to a halt with you.

“That’s an oil truck—!”

One bullet piercing the container sent a wave of heat across your entire body, and the blast was powerful enough to knock you off your feet and send your body rolling on the ground. The only reason you weren’t crying out from the pain was your body protecting you in survival mode. Your eyes slid over to Atsushi who looked just as beaten as you. He wasn’t getting up right away, but you felt a small wave of relief when his arm finally moved. It was reached out towards the doll he still was determined to protect.

You forced yourself to sit up to help him, noticing the blood running down from his forehead. His dedication to protecting and saving everyone was admirable, and you wanted to match it whether your body was screaming at you to give up and rest or not.

Footsteps. You heard footsteps approaching. Your eyes were on a figure approaching you both from the dense smoke caused by the explosion. You expected the worst. Did Fitzgerald come down to fetch you himself? Was it someone else from the Guild that would finally put an end to your efforts?

Your body was paralyzed as the man revealed himself, but it was no one that you recognized. The first item that was brought to your attention was his right arm in a sling, and then your eyes met brown ones. His shaggy coffee-colored hair framed his face in a way that was alluring, and there was no doubt in your mind that he broke hearts often. His clothes matched him, the tan trench coat he adorned partnered with a brown vest on top of a button-down work shirt. The slacks that were on his long legs were a lighter tan than his coat. His frame was lean, but you knew better than to base your thoughts on that alone.

Your gaze broke from his as he kneeled to take the doll into his grasp, and your eyes were stuck to him as he activated his ability. The doll was surrounded by a blue light before disappearing altogether, and Atsushi’s next words confirmed who you thought it was.

“Dazai.”

Atsushi’s warning to Dazai about the bullets raining from above became faint, and before you knew it your body had finally forsaken you. Your eyes fought to stay focused on them, and your upper body went slack, hitting the ground underneath you in the process. Despite your horrible circumstances, you had never felt so free being unconscious.

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Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 4: Woven Threads

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 2.2k Characters Featured: F. Scott Fitzgerald, Atsushi Nakajima, Lucy Montgomery Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, very tiny small mention of Atsushi's abuse, lmk if I happened to miss anything please! Tag List: @decaf-nosebleed @isa-ghost @xakumi @bunchofdoodlesinspace A/N: If you want to be added to the tag list, feel free to let me know! Psssst, guess who's finally showing up next chapter now that we're done building the beginning plot? :)

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Time was a blur as you ran. Your lungs were on fire and your feet slapped against the hard pavement in a steady rhythm. You ignored the curious stares that followed you, and you attempted to stay close to the docks. You didn’t know where to go. You were in an unfamiliar city in a foreign country. You had nobody to rely on, and every thought swarming through your head about the Guild and the Port Mafia was only creating more anxiety. You had to leave, and you didn’t know how. You wish you had just found Roberte already. There was no calling for help unless you went through the Guild, and you did not want to resort to crawling back into Fitzgerald’s clutches. Your freedom was right in front of you, and you were going to steal it back.

You were forced to catch your breath, the air in your chest circulating in and out in desperate wheezes as you leaned against the nearest wall. You doubled over and closed your eyes as you focused on taking a slow, deep inhale and letting it out slowly. You repeated this several times, and not only did it help with feeling like you were no longer suffocating, but also helped in regaining awareness of your situation.

The relaxing silence was interrupted with a small commotion that sounded close. You instinctively made yourself small and proceeded with silent footsteps to investigate. The voice inside your head screamed at you to keep running and find a ship that was heading back to America, but your curiosity was winning.

As you turned one of the corners, you gasped before slapping a hand over your mouth to keep quiet. You silently prayed while you hid yourself behind the corner of the building again, hoping that Fitzgerald did not spot you. With no footsteps hurrying toward you, you gave a sigh of relief and cautiously allowed yourself to evaluate the scene.

Your eyes were stuck on one individual, and it wasn’t Fitzgerald. Despite your captor and Melville being present, the boy with white choppy hair that you thought dead was standing right before your eyes. He was accompanied by a small girl in a red kimono, her black hair pulled into two twin-tails. You remember seeing a glimpse of her when you had landed with Hawthorne and the others, but she had seemingly run off while no one noticed.

The growing burning sensation in your chest was not from lack of oxygen this time, and it was with surprise that you recognized it as anger. You noticed that the boy was already disheveled and bleeding, whether it was by Fitzgerald’s hands or not, it didn’t matter. You decided not to make the same mistake again.

A brave step out was met with the sight of the boy’s hand turning into the claws of a tiger, but before he could attack the two Guild members, a bullet shot across and met with his head to render him unconscious. The girl had started to reveal her short sword before a bullet contacted her hand, leaving it instantaneously bleeding and bruised red. You realized with horror just who was shooting these bullets. Though they were made of rubber, only one person could be so skilled.

The knowing laugh made you nauseated, your eyes finally looking at Fitzgerald as he smiled at you. Your freedom was a sick joke. You were never unshackled, and what Fitzgerald said next only confirmed it.

“Miss Louisa’s strategies are always so perfect.”

Your dreadful world turned black after you heard the next and final shot.

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Waking up was a chore for once. The adrenaline in your body had finally worn off, and the soreness in your muscles made you want to cry out pathetically. You nearly sobbed for another reason. Your surroundings were all too familiar. You were back on the Moby Dick; in the very same room you were previously using. The frustrated scream that was torn from your chest shocked you, but you couldn’t stop it. It felt like minutes before it finally cut off with choppy breath, slamming your fist against one of the walls. You would never escape.

You stood up carefully and shuffled over to the nearest corner, hugging your knees to your chest and hiding your face. Later, the door opened and the voice of a boy yelling to be let go entered your ears. You were startled enough to finally look up when he attempted to hit the walls and look out the compact window. At the same time, he noticed you. It was the tiger boy.

“I have to get out of here. Yokohama is in danger,” he said weakly, realizing his defeat being encased in the room; just as you already had for months. You shook your head quietly at him, and it pained you to see him look forlorn and broken.

“I’m afraid that this aircraft is meant to keep us inside,” you murmured in a horrible attempt at comfort. “It is good to at least see you alive, minus the circumstances.”

It was quiet for a long moment, and you nearly assumed he wouldn’t remember you before you felt a presence beside you. Your eyes flickered to the left of where you were sitting to see him joined with you on the floor. This close, you saw more details of him. Whoever had cut his bangs must have been scared by something while they had the scissors in their hands. Out of all the hair that was white, there was one strip of it that was black. His eyes still reminded you of the late summer sunsets, warm and innocent as they watched you.

“I’m Atsushi,” he introduced himself with a gentle smile. Such a warm welcome nearly brought tears to your eyes, and you looked away before he could see. You saw the way his smile began to fade at your reaction, but you offered your own name quietly and the smile returned.

“I’ve never wanted to hurt people,” you began to explain. “I simply ended up in the wrong hands, and now I am paying the price for my own trusting nature. I haven’t had free will for months. I’ve been forced to follow and stay silent unless spoken to. It’s safer that way. I came here to reunite with my brother, but instead I am finding myself a bird in a luxurious cage and my ability to be used until I am disposed of.”

Atsushi’s sympathetic expression lifted a weight off your shoulders. For the first time in a long while, you felt heard and seen by someone who felt more like a friend than a superior. The words you had spoken were probably the most you had heard from yourself in several weeks, and it certainly made you emotional. You felt on the verge of finally breaking, but you wouldn’t leave Atsushi to deal with that uncomfortable situation. You pushed back the threat of tears pricking at your eyes and focused on him.

“I didn’t even know you were the weretiger Lord Francis was looking for,” you mentioned with a clear grimace. “That’s how uninvolved I am. I have only heard mentions of you in passing between other Guild members, and I always wondered what was so special that he placed a bounty on your head. I was the one that hesitated to hurt you in that fight by the fountain; the one with the water ability. I can take on other appearances, and with them their abilities if the person harbors one.”

Something in your words made Atsushi frown, and for a moment you were terrified that you had offended him, or worse scared him with the mention of what you could do. The one person who you were managing to befriend, and you could easily tarnish it and have it pulled out of your grasp. Thankfully, he reassured you with his reply. “I would like to thank you for sparing me that day. Many say that hesitation is weak, but you have a sense of mercy. I could see in your eyes,” he stated with a little smile “As for Fitzgerald, he said something about me being a key of some sort. A ‘tiger beetle.’ I have no idea what he’s talking about,” he recalled. You nodded, not out of understanding, but to let Atsushi know that he had your attention.

“You said that Yokohama was in danger?” you timidly questioned. You felt the urge to hug the poor boy as he was pulled back into the current dilemma, his expression changing from confusion to the dawning apprehension that his city was being threatened.

“Fitzgerald plans to burn it all to the ground, the Agency and the Port Mafia along with it. He said it was some sort of incineration operation. I have to warn everyone. I have to get the doll to Dazai.”

You were about to interject his panicked rambling when you both were interrupted by another outside source.

“You two sure do look cozy in there. I just came to check on you when I was taking out the garbage,” Lucy said, her tone dripping with smugness. Her voice prompted Atsushi to leave your side and attempt to convince her to let him out. Normally you would be comforted by Lucy’s presence, but your thoughts went elsewhere while they conversed. You were able to pick up on their conversation when they both showed their burn scars from a hot iron poker. Your heart ached with sympathy for each of them, and you saw the gears of similarity clicking together and turning.

One moment you were in the locked room, but in the blink of an eye you found yourself with Atsushi in Lucy’s room. Her ability allowed her to create a personal space for her and the giant ragdoll called Anne, time and space warping to create such an idea. It had been the first time she had allowed you in, and you could see why she would want to use it as her own escape where no one could reach her. It was then you noticed that in one of her hands was the doll that Atsushi must have referenced earlier.

“Dazai only needs to be able to touch the doll in order to stop the curse,” he guaranteed Lucy when she said it would be too late.

“We are high in the air and unlikely to come down any time soon. What are you planning—?" you began to question, but the look on Atsushi’s face told you and Lucy that he would risk his own life to get the doll to whoever Dazai was.

“Atsushi, you can’t—” you started while shaking your head. “You’ll die.”

There was a moment of silence before Lucy spoke. “So, if you’re serious, then you’ll probably get shot and killed in the air or get cut up by the mad men down there. You know that already, and you’re still going to do it.”

“There was an old book I read back at the orphanage,” Atsushi replied. “One of the passages stood out to me. It read, ‘I’ve never regretted any of the things I’ve done. I’ve only regretted the things that I didn’t do.’”

Atsushi was pulled out of his thoughts when Anne loomed over him to offer a parachute bag. The boy’s sunset eyes observed it in confusion before Lucy explained that she had kept it in case she needed to escape.

“I only have one, so if you would like to stay with me in Anne’s room,” she offered to you, but you watched the surprise take over her expression further when you shook your head.

“I can’t stay here any longer, Lucy. I have to find Roberte even if he isn’t here, and I realize how much of my life I’m beginning to miss being trapped in this aircraft forever in Fitzgerald’s hands. I’ll come back for you.” You offered her a smile which she returned.

“We both will,” Atsushi added with determination.

“How will you get down? I only have one parachute and it’s Atsushi’s,” Lucy inquired with a frown. “You’ll die instead of him.”

“Don’t forget why I was captured to begin with. I have several cards up my sleeve,” you answered.

The door in Anne’s Room opened to show the exterior of the Moby Dick, the wind coursing through your hair. Your body tensed at the idea of how high up in the atmosphere you were, the clouds just below you and the city of Yokohama so small beyond them. You could see pillars of smoke from several directions, a heavy feeling in your stomach as you realized Fitzgerald already put his plan in motion.

You took a deep breath and focused on using your ability. You took on the Change that you used to escape the Zelda when it was set aflame with explosions, the wings protruding from your back and your blonde hair glowing orange in the setting sun. Your eyes didn’t have to adjust as harshly as before once the Change was completed.

You barely registered having time to brace yourself for the big drop down as Atsushi gave you a determined nod, then bravely jumped without hesitation. You glanced back at Lucy one last time, nodding your thanks before leaping after Atsushi. You were airborne.

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