The bustling streets of Yokohama were alive with the chatter of people, but inside the Armed Detective Agency, the air was filled with a heavy tension. Dazai Osamu, the enigma wrapped in layers of lies and secrets, lounged at his desk with his usual nonchalance. However, beneath his carefree demeanor lay a carefully orchestrated life of duplicity-one that was beginning to fray at the edges.

..."𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡".. 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚: @/𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐱𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐫 @/𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐟𝟒𝐯𝐤𝟏𝐝

just found this story on AO3 and SINCE this story is not on here I shall write it btw this is a fyozai story credits to:n1co

Warnings: Alcohol use, intoxication, mild suggestive themes, implied emotional distress, ambiguous relationship dynamics, Fyozai, short(?) Chapters (maybe around 670-2000 words each)

Suicidal maniac, former executive of the port mafia, wasting bandage machine. all of these nicknames point at the same person...."Dazai Osamu". Dazai never thought of being in a relationship, he didn't need it. at least that's what he thought. untill he met a certain russian. "Fyodor Dostoevsky" or "Demon Fyodor" a mysterious guy who played over the whole armed detective agency, not only them, also the Port Mafia. Who would think that these two would actually get along?

!!THIS IS FYOZAI!! Fyodor brought his face closer to Dazai's. "I thought you were meant to be an angle." Fyodor chuckled at those words. "Within these walls the lord is no longer watching me, so i will do as i wish to you until dawn." THIS IS AN ORIGINAL AU!! PLEASE GIVE CREDIT IF YOU USE THIS AU!!

❝ 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢, 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝-𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥, 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲. ❞ 🌹WARNING: heavy angst, gore🌹 ♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :𝙰𝚗 𝚘𝚗-𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍-𝚊-𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚝!!: :; . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [prompts: 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚎/𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜; "𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛."] ࿐ྂ art credits: trivia_sea on twt

❝ 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐀𝐌! 𝐇𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 '𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮!' ❞ 🌹Tags: arranged marriage, royalty, magic au, fluff, light angst, sewerside attempt🌹 ♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :𝙰 𝟹,𝟿𝟼𝟾 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 (𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎) 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙵𝚢𝚘𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸: :; art credit: trivia_sea on twt

Fyodor Dostoevsky - The embodiment of a demon, his soul contaminated with every impure attribute that is humanly fathomable. His hands stained with the blood of innocent lives, even those closest to him. The same delicate hands of which he so graciously strums a musical instrument - by name of the cello - his refined performance is a deceitful pursuance. Osamu Dazai - A man once nothing but a demon prodigy for Yokohama's Port Mafia to control. A puppet broken free from his confined strings, only to play into the hands of another puppeteer. A man of proper etiquette, a soul who has trudged through the depths of hell, and born with humane qualities. Salvation is but an unreachable illusion, he seeks redemption, but is torn down by Dostoevsky Fyodor's rupturing, sinful morals. A relationship born from two men, both viewed as monsters, inhumane beasts. Love is but a new field of exposure to them. One having been infatuated from his past love experience. They'd like to believe this partnership can bloom into a beautiful, requited devotion for each other. Now, I wish I could say this is our ending, for I regret to inform you, this is no pleasurable tale. If neither break free from the shackles dragging each other, this love could burst into something sinister, incomprehensible. After all, every rose must lose its petals before withering, shriveling up into nothing but dust of what once - a delicate florescent. With two souls so similar, but different in their views of this cruel world, how can one prevail over the other? Will our antagonist have to relinquish. Rendering himself at the brink of death - for the victim to leave the abuser lying on the ground, watching him draw his very last breath? Concluding this novel with a 'justice beats iniquity' trope. Or will our protagonist venture astray, leaving all sensibility, surrendering himself to the villain, whom everybody warned him to stay away from? Why, that might just class as an unhappily ever after..

"Where or how the two had met remains a secret to be discovered" Fyozai fanfic including smut and mentions of blood/gore. I will try publish as often as possible.