BSD X Reader Book

Are You Ready For It? - (Osamu Dazai X Reader X Mafia!Osamu Dazai){Lemon}

Heyyyyy guys! Long time no see! *sees a pile of bones* well then... I didn't think I'd be gone that long so I do apologize. I am back and alive!

I'm not gonna go into this one too much, only that this was the first threesome I ever wrote and it was quite interesting. I also found a similar lemon to this one, it was written by _themonsterwholoved_ and I will say they are a very talented individual. I'm not going to point fingers and say that someone stole this idea and requested me to do it. Because I really do think they had the best intentions. But if I find out someone made the same request to another author I will not take the request. So this is your warning.

I hope you enjoy it! I really tried my best!

(I don't own Bungou Strays Dogs or any of it's characters. They all belong to Kafka Asagiri. This is purely for entertainment purposes.) Enjoy!

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All it takes is one word to start a decent conversation; however, much more effort to keep the fire going. You meet so many people in your life you lose track, but only a handful stay to bond. Give or take a couple years, that bond will end or come to a screeching halt. Almost like they never existed. However, sometimes they come back during the most inconvenient times. A wedding reception, a funeral, a coffee shop, hell even during a festival; their presence catches you off guard. Indeed, Dazai never thought he'd see her again. To say he was shocked would be an understatement yet fear was the one that overwhelmed his senses. He was constantly alert, his eyes scanning their surroundings while keeping her at his side. The girl in question looked up at him with a twitching eyebrow.

"Dazai... What are you doing? There's no one out to get me, so you can let go of my arm now..."

"No, a true gentleman doesn't let anything happen to his lady."

"I'm not your lady." she tugs her arm out of his grip. He was never this touchy when he was in the mafia. In fact, if she remembered correctly, he was very sinister. A boy without restraint, a man who mocked righteousness; the demon prodigy of the Port Mafia. The stories she heard were horrendous; he brought his captives nothing but misery. Killing without mercy, staring at corpses like they were already in coffins. And if they were still alive, they'd beg the boy to kill them. Not that he'd grant them such a gift; if he couldn't pass from this world then why should they? So, why not have fun in reminding them who they were dealing with? Even the torture specialists couldn't compare to Dazai's reign of terror, they'd split like the red sea just for him. He was baptized into the black sea, wearing his black suit like it was his skin. Worst of the worst.

And yet he found light, a couple friends to drink with and a girl who gave him a kind smile. After everything he's done, he did not deserve such precious blessings. But he was grateful for what he was given. However, it wasn't enough to keep them together. One betrayed the organization, another died in his arms, and the girl he came to love was captured by another unknown traiter. The moment he felt that he was part of a family, it was ripped away from him. Perhaps it was best to not want trivial things after all; otherwise, he'll just end up getting hurt again.

What he didn't expect was for her to walk through the door of the ADA's office. He had to restrain himself from tackling her in an embrace and never letting go. But he had to remind himself he couldn't let himself to be swept up by his emotions, all he cared about was that she was alright. However, not even a couple hours later, she found him in the kitchen and pulled him into a hug. Nothing was said, they just stayed there enjoying each other's warmth and nostalgia. From that day forward, they were practically inseparable especially since the brunette could never seem to let go of her hand when she told him otherwise. Even now when she was hitting the back of his head as he scared off a bunch of boys who were giving her the side eye, he couldn't have been happier. Although, a part of him wished he wasn't the man he was because she deserved more than garbage.