#MORI SPREE

[isleofdaydreams]

[altaiiriss]

Repost from Trans Chuuya week 2024

Day 7 – Free Day

At fifteen, Chuuya is inevitably forced to spend way too much time around Dazai, courtesy of a gleeful Mori who thought it would be a good idea to pair them together.

They're in one of the mafia's safehouses when Chuuya finds out Dazai doesn't only cover his arms, but wears bandages all over his torso as well. He's helping the brunet with a bullet wound right below his chest and seeing how the bandages hug his skin tightly, Chuuya has an idea.

He steals one roll of bandages while Dazai is asleep, careful not to wake him up, then promptly enters the bathroom once he gets back to his apartment.

He stands in front of the mirror and reluctantly removes both his shirt and his bra, freeing his skin from the irritating fabric. He averts his gaze from the naked reflection in front of him, and with trembling hands he starts to wrap white strings of gauze around his chest.

He puts his shirt back on and heaves a sigh of relief as soon as his eyes finally settle on the mirror. His chest looks almost flat, as if it just disappeared, and a faint blush enlightens Chuuya's freckled cheeks.

The newfound "chest destruction technique"—that's what Chuuya calls it—boosts his confidence, though in the back of his mind he wondere how Dazai manages to keep all those bandages together.

Chuuya's always feel on the verge of falling off especially during combat, but he's too unsure to ask him. Dazai wouldn't understand the discomfort of looking at your own chest and wanting to rip it off; he would probably tell Chuuya he's an idiot, wouldn't he?

He's just a girl to Dazai—and anyone else really—therefore he wouldn't get it. On the contrary, people would most likely pity him for his small size, which is supposed to be a loss for a girl.

So, Chuuya simply goes on with his life, burying that 'I wish I were a boy' feeling in the back of his mind and ignoring all the times Dazai calls him a whiny girl or Kouyou asks if he's interested in make-up lessons.

It doesn't make any sense. It seems that mind and body go hand in hand for everyone but him.

He feels like a goddamn flaw in the system.

He tries to shove those feelings aside until one day he's changing outfits for an undercover mission–he's going as Dazai's girlfriend, of course–and Kouyou accidentally steps into the room.

Chuuya's arms instinctively fly to his chest while he tries to come up with some excuses to justify the bandages compressing his chest to the point it hurts. Kouyou doesn't fall for it and eventually gets Chuuya to admit he's been doing it for months.

Kouyou's jaw drops, disappointment painted all over her face, and Chuuya waits for a reprimand, an admonishment, anything.

Instead, Kouyou pats his head and asks for permission to help him with the bandages.

"This isn't safe, honey. Let's keep the bandages loose for now, okay? We can try sports bras if that's okay with you."

That day Chuuya learns about the word 'trans' and his feelings start to make a bit more sense.

Kouyou asks him whether he'd like to be referred to with different terms and pronouns and Chuuya gladly accepts, and there's a new light shining in his eyes.

The next day the young girl takes him on a shopping spree so that he can look for sports bras that are tight enough to flatten his chest without hurting his body. They also visit the men's section and for the first time Chuuya isn't too scared to step into the fitting room and stare at himself in the mirror.

Even though Chuuya never dressed in what is considered a stereotypical feminine way, people start to notice the shift in his style and even in his demeanor.

He isn't exactly in the closet, but hasn't explicitly come out yet because he finds the whole ordeal quite embarrassing.

What is he supposed to do? Grab a mic and tell the whole Port Mafia he's a trans boy? He'd rather die; plus it's no one's business really. They'll realise eventually.

That's why one day he's taken by surprise while he's arguing with Dazai.

"Sorry?"

"Has Chuuya become deaf?" Dazai remarks, annoyed, "I said he should buy a supply of milk or else he's going to be a small boy for the rest of his life."

The shift in pronouns was natural and none of them questioned it, but Dazai never called him a boy before.

Chuuya ignores the usual insult, basking in the warmth growing in his chest.

Some time later, Chuuya finds a package waiting for him outside the door. There's a small card that reads 'For all the bandages slug stole from me'.

Ah, of course the fucker knew.

He opens the box, expecting some kind of unfunny prank; instead, his brow furrows as he realises he's holding trans tape in his hand.

He's glad he's alone right now and no one is there to mock him, so he allows himself to let the tears run down his cheeks.

Quietly, Dazai escapes from the bathroom window.

On his 17th birthday, Kouyou gifts him a binder.

Chuuya isn't excited at first as he assumes it isn't much different from a sports bra. He changes his mind immediately as he tries it on and looks at himself in the mirror.

"This can't be real." he mutters to himself and he promptly grabs one of his tightest shirts.

"Ane-san!" he turns to Kouyou, enthusiasm getting the best of him, "They're gone—what? W-Why are you crying!?"

That day Chuuya learns that you don't have to fully understand people's happiness to the core to be able to experience it together.

One night he and Dazai are lying in the redhead's king-size bed, the moon being the only source of light and the only witness of their encounters.

It's a habit they developed at some point, and neither of them dare question it. By the time the sun is up, Dazai will be gone and will act like nothing happened anyway.

Dazai's bandages are gone and so is Chuuya's binder—they never hide themselves from each other. There's some sort of intimacy that allows them to tear down the walls they built up against the world.

Chuuya is tracing random patterns on Dazai's arm with his finger when the brunet suddenly speaks.

"You know, some people get their top surgery scars tattooed."

Chuuya hums. "Do you want me to get them tattooed too?"

"It's Chuuya's choice. Besides, he needs to get top surgery first."

"Right." Chuuya mumbles, unsure. "Do you think I should get them covered?"

"Chuuya doesn't have to hide himself." he replies, sensing the direction of the redhead's thoughts. "That isn't why I suggested it."

In the end, Chuuya has Dazai admit he brought up the idea just because he thinks Chuuya would look good with tattoos.

"You can get your scars tattooed too, you know." Chuuya tentatively suggests.

"I have a bit too many, slug."

"Who cares? You can pick the one that hurt the most."

"I can't cover my soul in tattoos, Chuuya."

When Chuuya wakes up from anesthesia, his first thought is to ask for Dazai. He promised he would be there, and that's why when Chuuya doesn't see sitting by the bed he thinks that he must have gone to the bathroom or something. Right?

His mind isn't clear enough yet to remember that the bastard defected two years ago without a word. Drugs truly do some fun things to your brain.

Kouyou offers him a sad smile and reassures him that Dazai is waiting for him at home.

When he finally steps into his apartment, peeking with curiosity at the couple of scars on his chest, he doesn't even remember he asked for that idiot in the first place.

And when several months later Chuuya comes back from a mission abroad, a small card awaits him on his bed. There's an address written over it.

Now, Chuuya isn't stupid. All it takes is a quick trip to google to realise that said address matches his favourite tattoo artist.

When he gets there, hands slightly trembling, a familiar figure is waiting for him. Obnoxiously tall, messy brown curls, amber eyes and a tan coat—the last one is new, but it definitely suits him better.

"I hope she's still your favourite artist." the other man speaks quietly, voice filled with nervousness.

Chuuya finally relaxes.

"And I hope you have finally picked your favourite scar, mackerel." the redhead replies, a warm smile adorning his face.

Dazai doesn't know he has already been forgiven years ago.

"Come on, let's go in."

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 8-Mori/Reader with prompts Fingering and Doctor Kink

Notes: Mori was getting dangerously attractive in that Yosano flashback…and obviously your ob-gyn should absolutely never do anything our doctor Mori is gonna do, this is a fanfiction, so, fiction. Anyway, enjoy(also im totally glossing over some of the less sexy bits of a normal appointment lol)

The familiar tickle of the bell welcomes you as you enter the familiar lobby of your Gynecologists. You check your watch, noting that you're a little early, so you set your purse on the coffee table and scroll through your phone absentmindedly. The office is surprisingly empty, only one other person sits in the lobby, a middle aged woman who smiles kindly in your direction, before Anne, the receptionist, calls her over with a wave. She’s definitely not new, you’ve known Anne since she started working here, and she’s still as pretty as ever, with long red hair and green eyes. She sends you a wink and a smile, and you smile back. 

You fiddle a bit with your necklace, bored. It's a new one, a classy thin gold chain with a single, red ruby. It winks prettily between your collarbones, drawing all eyes. You paired it with a white blouse, and a dark red skirt, as flashy as you could get away with at work, anyway. Your boss liked it when her employees quote unquote, ‘expressed themselves’, although you still got written up occasionally. Although it was probably Brad, your boyfriend, still salty about the shopping spree you had gone on when you found he cheated on you.

You're so bored you find yourself staring around at the familiar decorations for the thousandth time. The familiar fake flowers on the table, the tabloid and other magazines, the chairs around the front office, the pictures on all the walls. Your favorite one is a watercolor painting, naked fairies and female elves dancing around an enchanted forest. It was just so whimsical and pretty it had always fascinated you. 

“Miss Name Last-Name?” The receptionist smiles when you look up, gesturing at a pretty blond Nurse with a clipboard. She’s also young, maybe early thirties and she smiles as she leads you back into the room. Janet, the Nurse’s name she had informed you, quickly and efficiently takes care of the weight and height measurements, before she gives you a small smile and nod, and leaves the room. It's the same room you’ve been to before, ever since you were sixteen.

It's embarrassing but you've lived in the same town for most of your life. Your parents had moved you and your siblings here when you were seven years old, because your mom wanted to be by the sea and your father loved your mother a bit too much perhaps. But they were your parents and you loved them, no matter how embarrassingly lovey dovey they insisted on being. 

But anyway, this was your hometown. You had gone to school here, made lifelong friends here, and all of your doctors appointments had been in this town, including the Gynecologists. Your ob-gyn, Maya, had known you since you were young, and was a kindly middle aged woman, an old friend of your moms. It would be nice to see her again. You're sitting on the chair, legs not hooked but swinging in front of you when a knock on the door sounds and Nurse Janet peaks her head in. 

“I'm sorry miss Name, but Maya, your usual isn't available.” You frown in concern. “Is she ok?” The nurse steps in completely, her clipboard clutched to her chest. “Yes, she just has a cold. I can either reschedule your appointment or assign you another doctor temporarily. What would you prefer?” The way the nurse speaks is a little peculiar, but you just brush it off. A new doctor, temporarily at least. You're tempted, just out of comfort to reschedule, but , and you've already driven here and gas prices are so high nowadays, it just feels like such a waste. You nod, coming to your decision. “I'll proceed with the appointment.” Janet nods, checking her clipboard. “Alright then, Doctor Mori will see you in about ten minutes.” The door closes and she’s gone.

Doctor Mori. You’ve heard the name, Maya has mentioned him in passing. And if Maya recommends him he has to be good, you have a lot of faith in your old friend. Your phone rings, loudly and with tha familiar ringtone that signifies your sister's calling. You check the clock on the wall, you have about even minutes, and quickly answer the phone. 

“Leila, i'm in the doctor's office.”

Your sister giggles. “I know.” She says, yelling over the chaos you can hear faintly in the background. “I'm calling because mom told me to tell you that Maya is out with a cold. So you should reschedule your appointment for next week or something.”

You sigh, as usual your mothers a little too late. “Um, it's too late for that. Couldn't you have told me like yesterday or something?” 

 “It's not my fault, blame mom.” Your sister scoffs.“So did you reschedule?”

“No, I decided to see another doctor, at least temporarily.” You pick your nails, checking the clock. Five minutes. “The new nurse called her Doctor Mori? You know, the other doctor that shares the building with Maya.”

“Oh yeah, I always remember Maya talking about him.” You can faintly hear your mother yelling in the background, and then your sister yells back, pulling the phone from her ear. “What mom? He? What? Just come here and tell her yourself!”

“Honey? That you?” Your mom’s voice interrupts your sister. “How are you honey?”

“I'm great mom.” You sigh. “Why didn't you tell me about Maya earlier.”

“Oh you know, i forgot.” Your mom giggles, shouting over the Bob Marley playing in the background. “Anyway honey, your sister told me you decided to see Doctor Mori?”

You check the clock. “Yeah, it seemed like a waste to just leave. And you gotta hurry mom, I'm almost out of time.”

“I see, I see.” Your mother makes no attempt to hurry, but then again she never does. “Well, Maya introduced me to Doctor Mori one time, and honey, he’s very handsome!”

“Yeah, yeah ok.” You check the clock one more time, you need to go. “Well I gotta go mom, i'll see you later then.” 

“Yeah, see you later Honey. Say hi to Anne for me. Oh, and tell her congratulations on her marriage.” And with a click, she’s gone. You sink back into your seat with a sigh, and then, something your mother said finally clicks. He. you shoot up in your seat, just as the door creaks open, and sure enough and man makes his way into the room. 

Your mother was right, he is handsome. His hair is slightly long and slightly messy with loose strands falling around his face. The dark strands tickle his neck, just barely brushing his shoulders. He’s clothed in a lab coat for some reason, underneath which is a gray purple button down and a slightly loose black tie. His eyes are dark, and slight wrinkles at the corner betray his age. He has a pair of small, rimless glasses hooked on his collar. 

“Miss Name? I'm Dr. Mori, I'll be filling in for Dr. Henderson today.” He blinks at you with a slightly absent smile. It feels unreal honestly, of course your replacement is a handsome older man who, in a few minutes, is going to have his hands all over your pussy. You curse every evil god who put you in this situation. And you hope, pray or anything else you can do that you won’t get wet. You sigh.

“It’s nice to meet you Dr, Ma-er, Dr Henderson has mentioned you before.” You smile, wishing that you weren’t currently at a gynecologist appointment with a man who was probably married who you were definitely thirsting over. “Although I thought…never mind.”

“You thought I was a woman?” You nod and the doctor laughs a little. “Yes, I’m not surprised. I’m actually partially retired, I just do Maya the occasional favor now and then.” Mori puts on his glasses, squinting at a clipboard. You try to subtly look at his hands, checking for a wedding ring.

“It looks like Maya took care of most of your checkups a few weeks ago?” He says. You nod. “Yes, we just ran out of time for the last few. She was going to do them today but…” The doctor nods, confirming your thought. He flips through the papers on the clipboard, before setting it down on the small desk next to a picture of a pretty blond girl with blue eyes, the doctor next to her in the picture. “Dr. Henderson already did most of the necessary tests. Looks like you guys didn't quite get around to the physical?” You give him a nod in responds and he smiles. “Alright, well I'll step out for a moment, can you please take off your underwear and hook your legs up in those—well you know what to do. I'll be back in a few minutes.” You give him a nervous little nod and laugh combo, and he steps out of the room, closing the door behind him. You sigh, standing and rolling up your tight office skirt, and ridding yourself of your boring white panties. This is going to be so embarrassing, because you just know you're going to get at least a little damp. It's very different to have a fifty ish woman who you’ve known for years poking around your vagina, versus a finely aged dilf, with no wedding ring to speak of. You sigh again, climbing up into the strange reclining chair and hooking your knees in the stirrups. With your skirt rolled up like this, you can feel the cool air brushing your bare pussy, and you shiver a little. 

The door opens and Mori steps back in, noting your position on the chair with a nod. “I see you're ready to begin?” The doctor has a pair of plastic gloves on and he’s hooked his reading glasses back on his collar, the tie somehow slipping even more. You give him an affirmative, doing your best to nip any problems in the bud by focussing your thoughts squarely on your pet Cat. And it works too, as the doctor's gloved hands begin to feel surely on your pelvic bone, dancing around the lips of your pussy. Then, he starts to talk, distracting you from the cat.

“So, Miss Name, seems like you’ve known Maya for a while, huh.” He says. “Yep,” You reply, still trying to think of your cat. “I've had her since I was about seventeen. I assume you guys are old friends as well?”  

“Yes, we used to work together.” The doctores sure fingers pull at the lips of your pussy, and he squints. “That was until my ex-wife decided she didn't want me touching other women all day long, even if it was my job.” Your ears catch on ‘ex-wife’ and all thoughts of your cute pet cat fly from your mind. Your thighs twitch slightly, and you change the subject quickly. “That must be your daughter then, in the picture? Sorry if I snooped.” You bite your lip and avoid eye contact, it makes it all worse when you watch him prod at your pussy. Thankfully, for now at least, his fingers have left the more sensitive areas and are now poking at your pelvic bone again. 

“Yes, my little girl Elise. She’s pretty isn't she?” You nod, and he continues. “What about you? Any kids?” 

You shake your head with a laugh. “No, not quite yet anyway. I just broke up with my boyfriend actually.” Your tone turns a little resentful, you can't help yourself. “He cheated on me.” Mori makes a noise of surprise, cocking his head up to meet your eyes. “He cheated on a girl as pretty as you, huh. Spread your legs a bit for me darlin.” You almost choke, ninety nine percent sure you misheard. That damn pet name, Darlin’, and the complement? God you're doomed. The doctor chuckles at your silence, his dark eyes leaving your own as they dart back to your pussy. One hand spread your pussy lips apart, and two gloved fingers poke at your hole, pushing in slowly. You bit your lip, hard. You can hear the slight squelching his fingers make, and you literally want to die. Maybe if you pretend nothing is wrong, he will spare you the humiliation. 

“So, do you miss your job?” You clear your throat as his fingers reach deeper, pressing around looking for something. 

“Oh, a little.” The doctor's other hand goes higher, pressing down slightly on your lower stomach, feeling around. “Although, I usually don't get such pretty patients to work with. You're making this old man blush.” Oh, he knows, he’s definitely noticed how wet you are and he’s teasing you. You still can't quite tell if he’s flirting or not. He can't be, right? He’s a really handsome man, he must have a girlfriend or something. 

He withdraws his fingers from inside you, and you sigh with relief. But all your embarrassment comes rushing back as he reaches for the familiar speculum, slowly inserting it into your pussy with a squelch. You blush at the sound, but the doctor doesn't bat an eye as he ever so slowly opens it, peering inside for a few long, agonizing seconds. And then, he’s pulling it out with an embarrassing sound and placing it on a tray beside him. 

“Well, looks like we have no problems.” He takes off his gloves, balling them together and placing them on the tray beside the Speculum. “Everything looks good and you're plenty…” He pauses. “…Sensitive.” You blush, way too embarrassed to even complain. He clears his throat a little, dark eyes still darting back and forth between your pussy and your face. His eyes are dark, and they have a strange shine as they meet your own again. With a leap of faith, you decide to throw caution to the winds.

“I don't know doctor, you might need to check a little more thoroughly.” He eyes you for a moment, and an embarrassing silence fills the room for a moment. And just as you're about to backpedal, Mori stands, and with a click, locks the door. “You know…” He says, a new kind of gleam in his eye. “Maybe I should. Do you have any particular concerns?” This is absolutely crazy, and you love every minute of it. 

“Oh, I don't know, Doctor.” You shoot him a flirty little wink. “Maybe you should feel around in there some more, check for any irregularities?” 

“That's a good idea Darlin.” He pulls a stool over, and hangs his coat over a nearby chair, rolling up his shirtsleeves. “Well, I'll start with an oral check up, then maybe use something a little longer to really check you out, that sound good?” You nod, your reply dissolving into a moan as he leans closer, the flattened length of his tongue coming in contact with your clit. He starts out slow, flattening his tongue against your clit, dancing around the edges of your hole, teasing you with his little smirks. He looks way too hot like that, face buried in your pussy, your hands tugging at his hair. 

“You know Doctor,” You choke out, as the naughty slurping sounds fill the room. “My insides feel a little tight, maybe you should check those out.” Mori pulls away from your pussy, shooting you a spit slicked feral grin. “I was just thinking the same thing.” And then, he slips two fingers inside. Your head falls back against the chair, as his head disappears again, tongue licking your clit. He had his fingers inside you before, but it feels different now that he’s really trying to make you lose it. He scissors his fingers open, prying your hole open for future activities and your going to lose it. You need him inside you, right now.

“Doctor.” He looks up at you, fingers pausing inside of you. “I need you inside of me. Now.” 

Mori chuckles at your enthusiasm, withdrawing his fingers from inside you with a squelch, and moving to the cabinet. He pulls a foiled package out, and waves it in your direction. You giggle, playing with your tits through your shirt. “My my doctor, do you always fuck your patients?” 

“Nope, you're this old man’s first in a while.” He offers as a reply, unbuckling his pants. “We give free condoms to teens, to encourage safe sex.” He doesn't even pull down his pants, just pulls his erect cock out and strokes it a few times. You watch, licking your lips as he slides the condom down it. It's big, and you know he’ll stretch you out nicely. Maybe another time you would like to have it down your throat. But for today, you need him inside you.

Mori seems to share your enthusiasm, as he hurriedly lines his dick up with your hole, and with one last look of assurance, starts to slowly push in. The stretch is a lot, but with all that preparation it just barely stings. It also helps that he goes slowly, allowing for you to fully adjust to his hardness. He grips your thighs with his big hands as he fully shields himself inside of you, pulling out and using your thighs to pull you right back onto his dick. Your voice comes out in little pants and moans, joined by his grunts. 

“So doctor, everything alright?” Your voice is far from steady, but you can't really bring yourself to care. “How does it feel?” 

“Heavenly darling.” Mori’s mouth crashes onto yours, practically inhaling your face. He kisses with a wild kind of desperation, so different from the unhurried tone of voice he had taken up before. It's hot, the juxtaposition. And you can feel the coil of an orgasm curling in your stomach. “I'm close.” You pant out, as Mori nuzzles your jaw, his hair tangling with your own. “Same.” The doctor pants out, his steady rhythm speeding up a little, and you moan out especially loud as his calloused thumb works at your clit, rubbing little circles into it. 

The tangle of orgasm is building now, and then, the tip of his dick hits that spot, the spot that makes pleasure explode though your body. You shudder, and cum around his dick, gripping his shoulders and moaning out a garbled mix of his name and some moans. He continues thrusting, working you through your orgasm and just as you're about to come down he thrusts one more time, and with a small little moan in your ear, he withdraws. 

“So doctor.” You pant, leaning back against the chair. “Everything healthy?” 

“Very.” Mori says, disposing of the condom in the garbage and doing up his clothes. He scratches his neck awkwardly, watching you put on your underwear and roll down your skirt. “So, Miss Name? Do you maybe want to get coffee together or something?” 

You grab your purse, and turn, planting a bold little kiss on his lips, and pressing your business card into his hands. “I’d love to.” And with a ‘call me’ you close the door behind you.

End Notes: It's been a long time since i had an appointment lol, the details are hazy at best. Also barely got this one done in time

Taglist:@mulit05ho3st4n

[lorax-devito]

okay so what if Byler goes to college (Will gets an art scholarship,idk if that’s not a thing it its in Bylers world🤷‍♀️ and Mikes parents pay for his)

Will can’t afford to live on site so he and Mike decide to be roommates

(if I could I would make them live In a spacious loft with tons of natural light that shines on Will constantly but I can’t for this scenario😭)

they get some shitty apartment that’s good enough for them although whenever anyone goes over to hangout they beg Mike to move in to his parents basement because he is an absolute slob

he feels free from his chores that Karen set him so he is being as disgusting as possible but as soon as Will try’s to go inside his room he immediately cleans it as fast as possible bc yk he doesn’t want Will to see his underwear flung around the room and his binder of Wills art halfway open on his unmade bed

Will however is super clean bc he always cleaned the Byers house voluntarily for Joyce so she could rest when she got home (when they moved to cali he would teach El how to do basic household tasks and they would have so much fun,her favourite is the dishes bc she loves the bubbles) and he always leaves his room and the apartment spotless and Mike refuses to leave his room in Wills weekly cleaning spree bc omg the torn up jeans and wash rag he throws over his shoulder is too much for Mike to handle

Will is always making art for the apartment and Mike loves it,they have a large window with tons of Wills paintings leaning against it,the wooden,worn down easel positioned to look out the window with the light shining on it perfectly,Mike has strategically positioned a chair to point towards it so he can spy on Will while pretending to read or watch TV when he’s painting

they both fight over what the best cereal is and eat their breakfast while watching their favourite TV shows together on weekends

the walk to classes together and basically the half the school think they are dating until they see Mike with El,who has *bought* an apartment by herself,she lets Max stay over all the time that max has her own wardrobe their but Mike just packs a bag whenever he stays which is….very rare

She has one of those super colourful apartments with really unique furniture and a cat called Moris (Will painted the walls for her)

any way I could write ST apartment AUs all day so I will probably add to this in other posts 😭

next up:Robin and Steve /Steve and Eddie/Steve and Dustin idk what to choose😭

[that-one-raccoon]

Magic and Mystery Incorrect Quotes

Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Draco, Ron & Blaise: *screaming*  Dazai: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Blaise?!  Ron: Wait, why are you asking Blaise that when Draco and I'm also here?  Dazai: Because Blaise wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance. Ron: Blaise, what do you value about Dazai?  Blaise: They’re thoughtful. They pick flowers and bring them to me. Often they’re ones I’ve just planted, but...  Dazai: That’s how I know they’re fresh! Fred, watching Blaise and Dazai from afar: Two Bros, Chillin in a hot tub. Five feet apart because they think they’re not gay, BUT THEY REALLY ARE- Voldemort: I could kill you if I wanted.  Dazai: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Ron: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

Blaise: Do you know the ABCs of first aid?  Dazai: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

Ron, at Dazai’s funeral: I need a moment with them.  Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*  Ron, leaning over Dazai’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.  Dazai, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

Dazai: Murder literally doesn’t hurt anyone!  Ron: What are you talking about? Of course—  Blaise, holding out a hand to shut Ron up: No, no, they have a point—

Hermione: I just found out from Ron today that when Dazai died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Pansy said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

Dazai: I'm feeling it! What am I feeling? Death, probably.

Dazai, the foreign student: Fred, say aluminum again. It's the entire source of my serotonin during these trying times.  Fred, the Brit TM: *sigh* Only for you, buddy. Alyoouminnieeum.

Draco: *sighs*  Pansy: You bored?  Draco: Yeah.  Pansy: Wanna start drama for no reason?  Draco: I thought you’d never ask.

Luna: :)  Dazai: >:(  Luna: Turn that frown upside down!  Dazai: ):< Luna: Not sure what I was expecting...

Pansy: Didn't you die?!  Dazai: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

Ron, upon first meeting him: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck.  Dazai: Who told you my secret?

Dazai: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?  Blaise: Peonies, why?  Dazai:  Blaise: Were you going to get me flowers?  Dazai:  Blaise:  Dazai: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

Dazai, showing up to Hogwarts: Guys, [Mori,] How do I play?  *Dazai has drawn first blood!*  *Dazai is on a killing spree!*  *Dazai is on a rampage!*  *Dazai is unstoppable!*  *Dazai is dominating!*  *Dazai is godlike!*  Dazai: Don’t worry guys [Mori], I figured it out.

[cheyrose-13]

Okay okaayokay so I think we've all seen the idea of Ghostface being seen as a "Mentor" for Legion, Imagine that but let's give that role to reader for a sec bc I love self inserts 💀🫶

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Their little group had been fascinated with your antics for *years,* Ever since your kills started showing up in the news, the papers, small warnings from teachers, parents and over adults around to "Not Stay Out Too Late" Given, they hadn't had their taste of blood yet, but that wouldn't stop their true crime loving minds from being totally enamored with your paragraph in the paper.

The clips were cut out, strung up while the four tried to make sense of it all, Not to get a junior detective badge from the police force of course. No, they could care less about a small piece of bronze painted plastic.

They just wanted to know, They just wanted to know what was going on in your head.

Maybe they'd even take some ideas from you - Not to steal them, but it worked out for you, Didn't it?

It lasted, till your spree began to slow down, there were less news reports on you, less warnings, less of...well everything.

They waited for reports, any they could get. All with the wonder, had you finally been caught?

When these reports stopped completely with the idea that you may have finally been caught, They took what they learned from the clippings they saved. And decided to continue your spree for you.

It wasn't necessarily planned, just when the moment arrived they did. The janitor of some store they were trying to steal from.

They didn't expect anyone to still be at the store after closing, but it was their chance to honor you.

The body was later buried, left to rot under layers of dirt and the fresh snow of Ormond.

They were set to go home, go home like they didn't just end someone's life.

Only, this time was different, They couldn't leave the burial site, The woods looked bigger then they remembered, foggier than they remembered, and it looked like it was moving. The dark mist creeping through the woods, moving slowly as if they were the prey now.

It moved, till it swallowed the group of four into a swirling cloud of dark fog.

And when it dissipated? They went with it.

The Entities Realm.

When the fog left their view they were met with a different woods, less snow, less light. It was dark, dense and foggy, a campsite judging by the warm crackling fire. It was inhabited to, inhabited by the other murderers of the game, They saw just about everything you could imagine, creepy, crawly critters, Only what you could imagine to be waiting under your bed at night, to even characters from the shitty slashed movies they used to watch — But they weren't real. Right?

The fog opened once more, inviting in one last killer who was arriving home from a trial, You.

The one They'd been using as a indirect mentor for so long. With four new Moris on your belt.

They could've completely forgotten about the strange fog that just swallowed up their world as they knew it.

It was you.

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[strawberry-skies-xx]

13, 20, & 22 for the fic asks! fic i choose for 22, of course, that fucked up girl <3 and the mori dazai fic w the matcha tea....both fics have me by. CHOKEHOLD

*walks in 2 days late w iced coffee* that reblog spree on your blog is bc i couldn't find the og post btw and i had the (naive) hope you didn't reblog shit at the speed i did

13. Do you prefer writing multi-chapter fics or single-part fics? Do you prefer reading multi-chapter fics or single-part fics?

i prefer reading AND writing multi-chapter fics, bc its so much fun to explore stuff. however. The Horrors. i can dream about writing a multi-chapter fic all i want but it doesnt mean ill ever finish it (rest in piece my fleabag fyozai fic that's infamous on my bsd server bc i never shut up about it. also the fyozai betrayal AU fic. pensive emoji.)

20. Which fic have you put the most work into? Which fic have you put the least work into?

you make miette search through 84 published works for this...

the fic i'd say i've done the most research on is this one (mafia Dazai training Akutagawa) but the fic i've put the most work into being really good and me liking it has to be this one. its not BSD, but its a character study of a guy from another fandom and his interest in death and passive suicidality. i spent 3 days postponing every single other obligation other than food and just sat in bed writing this. 4th day i did nothing but chores and then i didnt write anything else for a week lol

least work is hard bc i have a philosophy that i can do whatever i want forever so i Will just write something in an hour and post it with no research, all pure self-indulgence. but i'll use a fic i should have done research on: this one. i really should've planned that out better. idk if anyone still follows me for httyd or has read that fic of mine but i do plan on rewriting it someday

22. Have you used any symbolism in [insert fic]? What does it represent?

OH boy.

so. fucked-up girl fic actually doesn't Have much real symbolism, only a couple remarks on my headcanons for various things.

today he had to eat an apple whole because he could not pick up a knife-

this one is easy, referencing dazai's suicidality and the fact he is trying. just a slight reference to him actively changing/being unable to do something, and also his issues with food.

He starts targeting.

Dazai is very, very still.

Atsushi backtracks so fast that he stumbles over his words, forgetting entirely Dazai’s contradictory explanations,

little things about dazai's manipulation in everything. boy can't admit shit. he's very roundabout with admitting anything close to himself (why i hc fyodor is so good for him, because they can trade those vague references back and forth and understand each other) and a trait i assign to him is saying vulnerable things in as few words as possible. he doesn't explain stuff.

Dazai’s body aches, and he turns, walks over to his desk, sits down. His clothes constrict.

gender issues but also, as mentioned in my comment on your fic, i hc dazai just hates his body. he has to shower with the lights off sometimes, can get dressed without looking at himself once. he very much dislikes perceiving the fact he has a body.

The ADA thinks that they’re dating. Him and Yosano. 

not symbolism or a hc but this was the premise of the entire fic. the agency thinking dazai and yosano were dating when really dazai just had severe gender envy

“Zai.”

little hc! yosano specifically uses this nickname for dazai when affectionate. atsushi and kunikida don't use any actual nicknames derived from his name; chuuya uses this nickname sometimes; ranpo uses this nickname somewhere between chuuya and yosano bc ranpo is putting in the least effort to get his attention lol

The conclusion is obvious. Dazai should explain that’s not what he means, but he can’t get his mouth to work to speak honestly. 

this whole conversation was the biggest indicator of dazai being unable to elaborate/saying things in as few words as possible. he's not a pathological liar, i just think sometimes it is physically painful to have to elaborate vulnerable things verbally for him. e.g. "it's because you're a woman" and yosano having to debate the fact dazai could be going after her, dazai Knowing what kind of conclusion she'd jump to immediately As a woman, and yet he just cannot explain it further because it is vulnerability. HENCE why i like him and fyodor, because fyodor can make those kinds of connections as quick as dazai can.

"Women are really pretty~”

not a hc or symbolism but. Boy why do you talk about women so much and yet date none of them. almost actively make yourself undesirable to them. Sir. My guy. i know what you are

“There’s a word for it?”

special lil hc i have. the mafia is very open and accepting because they simply have bigger priorities than who's kissing who. mori simply does not give a shit if his agents are consorting or if his lead agent goes from a girl to a guy. he won't provide monetary support and unless it's physically disabling he won't make exceptions to rules, but if he's told that someone's pronouns have changed or whatever he'll go "cool" and change the name/pronouns in all of the system, start using them, and be done with it. his only concern is performance and as far as he cares, sex and gender are irrelevant. (on that note, harrassment isn't tolerated because why are you harrassing them for being gay when you can harrass them for the multiple enemies they didn't kill last mission. cmon now.)

this also comes with the caveat that the kids raised in the mafia aren't really educated on it. they're taught normal class subjects, e.g. math, english, etc. and they're taught mafia protocol, and they're allowed to get their own reading material, but the mafia puts in as much effort to teach them about queer people as they do to teach them about heterosexual people. (they do get sex ed tho, which is basic as ever, and which dazai is a whole menace during)

and dazai, obviously, would not really be that interested in either to read about. being brought in so young, i think he was never really taught bias against queer people, so when he had the revelation that he liked chuuya he was just kinda. oh ok. and when he has the feelings about his body that he doesn't like it, he has much bigger priorities (namely the quickest way to die) than figuring out whatever the hell that is.

so it ends up that dazai just kinda is queer and has no idea what it is. he knows he hates his body and he knows he likes chuuya, probably has some surface level knowledge of gay/bi/lesbian/etc. but otherwise no, he's never sought out specifically to figure out the terms for what he's feeling. he actually really hates perceiving himself in any way lol

He still looks like himself,

this little bit: he hates perceiving himself in any way, but he still wants to be him. he doesn't want to change his name or his reputation or whatever else, he doesn't want to be a different person. he just wants to be a dazai that he likes.

It would look wrong be inconvenient for him, and take so much effort. Just… so much. So much that he can’t handle. Managing himself is hard regularly - adding on this, whatever it is, would be biting off more than he could chew. 

there's a river called de nile-

dazai is denying the fact he thinks being a woman would look wrong because of his years of being in a masculine body like he is, hence the calluses mention. but he also is right, that he wouldn't be able to upkeep it. he has to be in a better spot/it has to be something very slow and gradual for him to be able to keep it up long enough to maintain a desirable appearance. he's sorta using it as an excuse to not do it but also he just doesn't want to put in that much effort into it.

now for the matcha fic!

Very big hc and symbolism for this fic: Dazai's ability.

it is an ability nullifier, and i stand by the idea that abilities have some kind of effect on their user and are somewhat sentient. Atsushi's tiger, for one, is not only a transformation but the shape of the ability inside him, and Kyouka's Demon Snow is a whole being as the ability itself.

so for Dazai, he described it once as an "anti-ability." which. what the hell. whump beams him.

i have the hc that Dazai's ability makes him cold because most ability users can feel their ability hummign beneath their skin. most abilities are warm, alive, and it's like a constant low electric current or adrenaline rushing through them, as omnipresent as a heartbeat or breath. just a fact of being alive is that feeling. so then: when Dazai nullifies other people's ability, they can Feel the absence of it, they can feel very empty and very cold. when Dazai is the host of that nullification ability, it's just that electric warmth reversed. an icy cold, all the time, because NLH is a black hole as opposed to a sun. (all my metaphors relate NLH more to an icy lake, but that's the dichotomy)

i don't ascribe Dazai's emptiness entirely to NLH, but i do think it contributes and that he has a complex about the relationship between his own issues with emotion, empathy, and the fact NLH lives inside him.

and that cold gets much worse whenever Dazai actually does nullify an ability depending on how strong it is/how much is being used at the time, therefore the remark about him making a science on how bad it'll affect him, and that scene about him being overwhelmed by nullifying Chuuya's ability; he miscalculated, and was caught off guard by NLH activating so strongly, esp given his injuries and physical weakness already in that moment

and another little HC: Dazai's hinted to have been in an even worse place before Mori and abilities are said to be activated from trauma. so i like to hc Dazai's ability as activating from the result of being tortured with abilities, from a deep desire to stop the torture, also in some kind of lab setting. and from there, Dazai escaped, and Mori got this very damaged child.

so then, through the matcha fic, Dazai latches onto it because the warmth of the tea chases away the cold of NLH.

another thread through this fic: Mori and Dazai's relationship. i think Mori was trying to keep Dazai alive as an asset to the mafia, and that he never... regretted? bringing him in as much as wished Dazai had never shown up at his doorstep in the first place, because Mori sees the value of his skills way too much to regret using them. but Mori also knows kids aren't supposed to do what Dazai is doing. and he also sees the emptiness in Dazai and all his general issues. so it's this very messy tangle of like. Mori can't care for him like a father because, yknow, mafia boss and Mori himself also has manipulation and control issues, but also he's much fonder of him than most others, even Chuuya. no one else would have been able to get away with all the shenanigans Dazai inflicts on him (that kid bullies mori so hard. it's very comical). Mori is simultaneously training him and raising him in a life-or-death environment for them both and it's so messy.

“I’ll make us all some hot tea!” Atsushi raises an eyebrow, skeptical. “Are you sure you won’t… burn the Agency down, Dazai?”

little note here: i think dazai curates an image of incompetency specifically because of his competency in the mafia. obviously everyone there knows he's actually competent, but he hides just how competent he is. partially to get up to his own shenanigans hiding his mafia connections and whatever else, but also partially because he doesn't want to be known as something like the demon prodigy again.

when it's serious, they know he can hold his own (prison arc) but otherwise. he is faking so much incompetency.

“I’ll make a deal - if you manage to make matcha tea as well as I do, I can get you your own expensive set for the holidays~”

ok listen. listen. the slap that dazai gave atsushi lives rent free in my mind because of the moment of hesitation just before it. everyone villainizes dazai for slapping atsushi while entirely ignoring the brief hesitation just before it.

dazai was both trained (as an agent) and raised (as a teenager) by mori. and oda was not a very good dad either. he doesn't have the best role model, for one. but he's also very self-aware when he's older and i think he can separate "father" mori and "mafia boss" mori in his actions. he knows when mori was trying to raise him and he knows when mori was trying to train him.

now. now guess what dazai is to atsushi. a trainer. and dazai is still taking the place of someone older and more experienced teaching atsushi not only combat skills but also life skills/growing-up skills. and we all saw how dazai got with akutagawa; that was an environment conducive to that kind of treatment, where that was being encouraged.

now the agency doesn't condone physical violence and dazai knows that. and he is very clearly trying to be a good person like oda asked him to. so, with that moment of hesitation, he clearly did not want to slap atsushi. but someone else's post words this better: he got complacent at the agency, forgot mori's ruthlessness, and with the threat against atsushi and release of Q he remembered he couldn't be so complacent and began to slip back into the old mafia thinking as a way to survive.

and with atsushi breaking down and not listening to him, the agency threatened by mori and Q, a threat that made even dazai flinch, i hc he got overwhelmed, knew there was one method that got guaranteed results, knew the agency didn't condone it, but was overwhelmed enough that he just. lashed out in a way he knew guaranteed would work, and would get atsushi to listen to him.

so . very long rant just to say that i think dazai is fighting, a bit, to balance his experience of being trained-and-raised, with him training-and-raising atsushi, but he knows the difference clearly between the two and so he'll cherrypick actions like the deal mori made with the matcha tea.

deep breath. it's been like an hour and a half. jfc. anyway there's your answers hsfdbhsdf i have many many thoughts on dazai

ty for asking!

[sl0thonaga]

O B I T U A R Y

'Sou Hiyori, 21, of R▅D▅CTED, Japan, expired March XXth XXXX. Shin Tsukimi, Son of XXXX and XXXX Tsukimi, expired in ASU-NARO's 3rd Floor Rubble Room Facility, after succumbing to mortal injuries in resisting the security systems.'

"U..u u.."

S...stop it...let me die, H--...!

MOMENTO MORI - A Ghost!Shin YTTD Fic

Prologue Chapter - Shin Tsukimi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58460830/chapters/148918804#main

Rating: Mature Category: M/M, Other Fandom: Kimi Ga Shine | Your Turn To Die (Visual Novel)Relationship: Hiyori Sou | Tsukimi Shin/Original Hiyori Sou | Midori, Hiyori Sou | Tsukimi Shin & Kizuchi Kanna & Kizuchi Kugie Characters: Hiyori Sou | Tsukimi Shin, Original Hiyori Sou | Midori, Kizuchi Kugie, Kizuchi Kanna Additional Tags: Kanna Lives | Sou Dies Route (Kimi ga Shine), Grief/Mourning, Ghosts, Trauma, Acceptance, Haunting, Mild Gore, Kugie and Shin are Ghosts, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Character Study, Obsessive Behavior, Fluff and Angst, Edgar Allan Poe References

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"Ahaha… No dice after all…. .

Pathetic… after all I did… ………."

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"Maybe I should've believed… in everyone…."

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ASU-NARO

▇▇CONFIDENTIAL▇▇

Shin Tsukimi A.I. Test Data: Compiled and Logged by DR. H▅▅▆▅▅ S▅▅U

LOG #0.

It was many and many a year ago,

In a hometown by the sea,

That a helpless sheep there lived whom you may know

By the name of Shin Tsukimi;

And this helpless sheep he lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was lonely and he was alone,

In this hometown by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Shin Tsukimi—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted him and me.

And this was the reason that, not long ago,

In this building's killing spree,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Shin Tsukimi;

So that the dirty hands of the herd came

And bore him away from me,

To shut him up in a sepulchre

In this building's killing spree.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying him and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

In this sacred killing spree)

That the wind of majority trampled him by night,

Chilling and killing my Shin Tsukimi.

But our love it was stronger by far than the fates

Of he who would die earlier than me—

Of the '0.0' murmuring more horrors than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Shin Tsukimi;

That's mine; you could never take him from me.

MORE on AO3!

[cg edit by me] [note: it is romantic soushin, but it is for the sake of exploring the characters as an unhealthy dynamic. IT DOES NOT MEAN I CONDONE ABUSIVE DYNAMICS IN REAL LIFE.]

[missvidel]

Luigi's Mansion Head Canon - TW!!!!

When I was a kid I played the original Luigi's mansion more times than I can count. I came up with my own twisted headcanon as to how the portrait ghosts died.

Neville - After he finished an insanity driven murder spree, he read books on how to hide bodies and evade police capture. The stress have him a heart attack in his library

Lydia - Was depressed after Chauncy so kept herself locked in her room. Her twin sons kicked a ball through her window and the glass caused a fatal injury

Chauncy - Stillborn. His photo was a memento mori

The Floating Whirlindas - Murdered by ballroom competition, hanged

Shivers - Burned to death in a fire alive accidentally while trying to capture Melody

Melody - Got decapitated by piano after trying to run from Shivers

Mr. Luggs - Obesity related heart disease

Spooky - Neglect after Mr. Luggs died

Bogmire - A spectral manifestation of the fear and hatred of the mansion

Biff Atlas - Lifted too heavy with no spotter, died from asphyxiation

Miss Petunia - Slipped in the shower, died from head trauma

Nana - Died from old age related causes, but the body was not discovered for a month. People thought she was just sleepinh

Slim Bankshot - Misshot a billiards ball, it rebounded and struck him in the head, killing him

Henry and Orville - Caused the accident that killed Lydia. Neville murdered them by luring them with a game of hide and seek, and locking them inside tiny boxes

Madame Clairvoya - Attempted to warn Neville of impending doom before the deaths of Chauncy and Lydia. He angrily dismissed her. Was the last person to be Murdered by Neville for not being able to prevent those events from occurring.

Uncle Grimmly - Like Nana, died elderly, of age related cause. His body wasn't found because nobody cared about him.

Clockwork Soldiers - Non human beings brought to life like Pinoccio. Accidentally set alight when Shivers tried to get to Melody

Sue Pea - Murdered by Neville, her uncle. Was heavily abused as a child, hence the fear bed-wetting. Neville became infuriated when she couldn't stop bed-wetting and murdered her in her sleep

Jarvis - Was a potter, and Neville's brother. They quarrelled, and Neville smashed a large pot over his head, killing him

Sir Weston - Died on exposition. Although his ghost returned home, his mind never did.

Vincent Van Gore - Suicide

[comshipbracket]

Antis DNI - Block the tag "comship" if this causes discomfort.

Remember, you are voting for the ship you prefer, not the ship you find more problematic

Propaganda for both ships under the cut.

Disclaimer: All ships (other than NozoCoco) on this bracket are FOLLOWER-SUBMITTED ships, the Mods do not always hold necessary knowledge to be aware of any errors or fanonizing what should be canon material that may arise.

Stuilly Propaganda (Abusive Dynamic)

"Billy is bent on murderous revenge, and Stu is the fucked up little person who's along for the ride. Their killing spree climaxed with symbolic mutual penetration as they stab each other as part of their scheme to pin it all on the film's final girl. The way they touch each other is affectionate to the point of intimacy. When their plan is out, Stu can't keep his hands off of Billy."

HaniMori Propaganda (Cousins, Pseudo-Age Difference - There isn't one, but Haninozuka looks much younger)

"Mori will literally do anything for Honey and it’s so cute!! You see them together in almost every scene they are so close"

Stannarrator Propaganda (Codependency, Toxic Power Dynamics - In most endings)

"The Stanley Parable is a game about The Narrator wanting to tell a story through their game but having to rely on the Stanley's choices. The core of the game is that Stanley and The Narrator are bound to each other: Stanley needs The Narrator to make the "parable" he lives in, and The Narrator needs Stanley to make the choices that drive the story.

The Narrator clearly has the most power in this dynamic, since he can alter the world the Stanley lives in: modifying the rooms, creating and deleting objects at will, reloading the game, altering Stanley's perception, knowing almost everything and being almost everywhere. But, despite all that power, he isn't able to control the one thing that keeps his story existing: Stanley's choices.

Okay, spoilers to both the original 2013 game and the Ultra Deluxe remake from here on out since it's impossible to talk about them without spoiling a lot of the endings.

In one of the new endings on the Ultra Deluxe remake, the Skip Button ending, The Narrator creates a button that lets Stanley skip his dialogue `inspired` by a bad Steam review, but when Stanley clicks this button The Narrator is left all alone in that room, and which each click the skip becomes longer, from minutes, to hours, to weeks, to months… And in the fifth skip (where Stanley stays frozen for like, one, two weeks), The Narrator breaks up, talking about how he needs Stanley to listen to him and how scared he is of slipping back into the silence he passes through every time we use the skip button. In his own words, `I can't lose myself in the stretch of emptiness between you and me.` Of course, since it's the only way to advance in this ending, we skip again, and again, until The Narrator ends up eventually disappearing after the 12th or 13th skip, leaving Stanley alone in a desert, and that's where the ending stops, though it continues on the Epilogue, but I'll leave some things to add as propaganda during the polls.

Despite this, The Narrator still has more control of the situation than Stanley, like on the Explosion ending, where he traps Stanley in a room while the building's destroys itself as consequence for choosing to activate the Mind Control Machine instead of shutting it down to free everyone. He keeps acting like Stanley is nothing but a vehicle for him to pass a message through his story. `Watching you try to make sense of everything and take back the control wrested away from you…it's quite rich. I almost hate to see it go!` `You're only still playing instead of watching a cutscene because I want to watch you for every moment that you're powerless, to see you made humble. […] You wanted to control this world; that's fine. But I'm going to destroy it first, so you can't.`

But there's one point where they're equal, they both want to free themselves. On the Museum ending, we meet a being that is higher than The Narrator, the Female Narrator (yeah, that's her name), and she gives the best description of the relationship between these two: `Oh, look at these two. How they wish to destroy one another. How they wish to control one another. How they both wish to be free. Can you see? Can you see how much they need one another? No, perhaps not. Sometimes these things cannot be seen.`"

[burningflamescurse]

My BSD/DR OC Information/Backstory:

Name: Hayami Aiko

Age: 26 Years old.

Personality: Sadistic, Kind, cold.

Ability: “Heal all that is Lost.” allows the user to heal any wound, Fatal, Minor, Or Mortal. Similar to Yosano’s ability.

Significant Other: Yosano Akiko

Best friend: Ranpo Edogawa

Sexuality: Lesbian

Parents/Parental Figures: Hayami’s Biological Parents are Decreased, Due to some Rival Mafia Organization killing them, her only Main Parental Figure is Fukuzawa, who took her in after Rescuing her from the Port mafia’s grasp.

Backstory: After Her Parents were Killed, Hayami lived on the Streets for a While until Mori Ougai Found her himself, he Raised her Up to her Teen Years in the Port Mafia, Obviously Traumatizing her along the way, until the armed Detective Agency Found Out about it and Decided to Rescue her from Mori. After that She and Yosano became very Fond of Each other, only knowing about each others pasts never telling anyone.

Past affiliation: Port Mafia

Current Affiliation: Armed Detective agency

Skills: Hand To Hand Combat

Hayami is very skilled in hand to hand Combat, often using this to take down enemies in a Stand off.

Super Strength goes along with this, She’s also very skilled with Knives, Specifically Scalpels.

Hayami mainly works with Yosano in the Infirmary, sometimes she works on required Missions with her Main Partners, Dazai and Atsushi, Sometimes Kunikida if needed.

Anytime She Comes in contact or sees Mori in Public or During a Joint Mission with the Port mafia and The armed detective agency, Hayami Feels the need to Hide from him, even though she left the Port mafia with Fukuzawa and Ranpo, Mori Still lays out an offer for her and Dazai both to Rejoin the mafia.

Somehow Hayami is Very Rich, With being a Doctor and all, especially working for the armed Detective Agency, she loves to spend her money on three people, Ranpo, Kyouka, and Yosano. Rarely, on days where she’s feeling Particularly Nice, She’ll treat Dazai to a Shopping Spree.

The only two people from the Port mafia Hayami will treat indifferently to the others are Chuuya, and Kouyou, Kouyou being a mother figure towards Hayami, and Chuuya being like an older brother towards her.

Yosano and Hayami making a powerful Couple team up, both being a perfect Combo of sadistic and healing abilities along with similar trauma’s and Pasts.

Hayami’s VA Japanese: Kei Shindo, Kyoka jiro’s Voice Actor.

Hayami’s VA English: Colleen Clinkenbeard, Momo Yaoyorozu’s English Sub VA.

Face Claim: Shinobu Kocho:

[aarcanechaoss]

Memory

Masterlist

“I’m sorry.” Her eyes widened as he fell to his knees before her. “I’m sorry Lyubimaya.”

Warnings: swearing | Fyodor & Higuchi

Note: according to Google Lyubimaya means sweetheart and Koibito means person you love - also let me know if you want more Witch Higuchi she’s fun to write.

It had finally happened. They had him, they’d won and yet something far worse than Fyodor Dostoevsky was awaiting them all.

He sat in the pitiful cell, having grown board of counting every imperfection he could see, he’d never wished for a book more in his life.

The Armed Detective Agency, Port Mafia and the Hunting Dogs had grown tired of asking him questions it seemed and he couldn’t even entertain himself with the notion of killing the guards… they’d nullified his ability with some serum… how annoying.

He felt very sleepy all of a sudden, probably due to boredom and allowed himself to drift away from this sinful world.

~~*~~

“Higuchi we may need to…” Mori’s voice was hushed, eyes only locked on her- and quite clearly ignoring the strange looks being sent their way.

“If it cannot be helped.” She sighed, spinning on her heel. “I need to… change.”

She was out of the room before anyone could question the interaction.

Some time ago when Fyodor first started (or, well was first noticed) his Yokohama crime spree she’d gone digging- his name having rung a bell.

Of course she had been correct but not quite how she had expected… and only Mori knew of her discovery both having brushed it off as a strange coincidence.

Her ancestor Natsuko Higuchi- the woman she had been named after though she did not use her name at work- had been married twice, the first had tried to burn her at the stake while the other… well she wouldn’t have been born if he had done that too.

What amused her though was how similar she looked to the woman too… and how eerily similar Fyodor looked to her first husband… his name matched too.

Her looks however, was not all she inherited from the woman.

Then there was that mass reveal by Sigma and now here she is with a plan Mori and she had only whispered about. So here she was staring in a mirror as she braced herself for what was to come.

With a sigh Ichiyo Higuchi tugged the blonde wig from her head, raven black hair having been hidden beneath. Her natural hair had been sat in a crown braid, the hairstyle she had been known for as a child and conveniently quite close to how the drawings of Natsuko’s depicted her.

Next was her clothes as she tugged away her usual suit, pulling on a nice black dress instead, nothing too drastic, just enough for the plan to work.

Barefoot, no heels, no makeup. Just her hair, the dress and the heirloom ring she carried for good luck.

It was enough.

It would have to be.

~~*~~

Sakura blossoms had always been a scent Fyodor could not stand. Not for any reason par how they reminded him of the life he had destroyed.

He had ruined something good, something beautiful all because she’d had a gift. One she never used until one of his men had attacked her…

His eyes shot open, the memory of his wife’s face burning behind his eyelids just as she had done.

Beat.

The room was different.

No this was not a room but the old cottage… of all times to dream of this place.

He was on the bed he’d shared with Natsuko, he could still feel her, taste her even after all these years.

A humming came from the kitchen, a song he had not heard in so long.

He was up in a second, bare feet hitting the cold ground. Shoving away open the crooked door that led out of their small bedroom he paused.

There she was, stitching a hole that had formed in one of his shirts (in the back of his mind he vaguely remembers catching it on a broken branch). Natsuko was as beautiful as ever, her dark hair in a braid, brown eyes focused on each and every stitch, her perfectly kissable lips pursed in concentration and her dark grey dress bunched around her- her legs must have been crossed.

He could hear her excuse too “I’m at home koibito I should not need to uphold the world’s standards here.”

Each step he took towards her was agony. He missed her so, so much and yet he had been the reason she was no longer alive… this had to be a dream, or perhaps a message- yes a message from the one he loves.

Natsuko paused her work, looking up to him with a smile, though one laced with concern.

“Are you alright?” She questioned. “That was a nasty fall you had the other day.”

Fall?

Had he fallen?

“I feel quite fine Lyubimaya.” He pulled out the chair beside her and sat.

It was her, it had to be her.

“That’s good.” She placed the shirt and needle onto the table where he spied the wedding band on her left hand… she wore it even in death… “Viktor stopped by- said he and Maria would like us over for dinner by weeks end.”

Viktor… his fists clenched. That day when Fyodor decided his wife’s fate he’d seen Viktor slam into a tree, had seen Finn’s hands welt with heat so blistering… his wife was a witch.

But when she looked at him like that, like he was her world, he couldn’t bear to think her as anything but that too.

“Fyodor?” He sucked in a breath. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

He clasped her hands in his, warm, smooth- calloused exactly where he remembers them being- and just held them, bringing one to his mouth to kiss before simply holding them again.

“I had a terrible dream my love.” He lies, like his conscience wasn’t ripping him apart. “I did terrible things.”

It was dream after all wasn’t it? He could tell her these things, he could be weak with her.

Though if it was a message… maybe some truth was necessary for his sins to be lifted… just that little bit as his God torments him with the woman he loves.

“Tell me.”

He smiled at her, blunt as usual- it was her, it truely was.

So he told her.

Told her how he snuck into Bram Stoker’s castle, ready to blame him for her death instead of himself. How the guard had impaled him and a curse had come full force.

Told her how in the future more people were sinfully gifted and how he wanted to exterminate that- needed to.

He told her every single detail, every gruesome plan he’d concocted- he didn’t spare a single detail, nor his glee when he told her how he finally had Bram under his control.

That glee faded when he looked at Natsuko, a worried frown etched on her beautiful face. He kissed her hand again, promising he would never do such a thing to her, promised that if she had magic he would not go down that path.

It was true. If he had the chance to do it again… he’d choose her this time.

What he did not tell her was that he had killed her. He had burnt her at the stake for witchcraft and regretted it.

A tear fell down Natsuko’s cheek and as he always did he cupped her face in his hands, resting his forehead against her’s.

“The fall must have made me insane.” He whispered.

She felt so real and warm and…

The room shifted, no… it set alight and all those warm happy feelings came to a halt.

“Why?” Natsuko whispered. “Why did you kill me?”

His breath caught in his throat… she already knew what he had done.

Flames licked at his feet, at her dress- no longer that dark grey but the chemise he had once stripped her to.

He had no answer for her. Not one that didn’t sound like an excuse for his ego.

“Because I am a monster.” He said instead.

“Why did you kill me?” She asked again.

“I’m sorry.” Her eyes widened as he fell to his knees before her. “I’m sorry Lyubimaya.”

His hands grabbed whatever he could, her chemise, her hands, her legs- he just needed to hold her, to show how deeply sorry he was.

She slipped from her chair too, the smell of smoke wafting as she did. He stared up at her, watching her mouth move, but all he could hear was her screams. He wrapped his arms around her legs, silently begging for her to stay- he would never beg aloud no matter who was before him.

“Stand.”

And so he did, following the command instantly, though his hands travelled up the smooth expanse of her legs as he did.

She tucked a strand of dark hair behind his ear and he could do nothing but lean into the touch, lean into her until he was but a breath away.

“Natsuko.” He whispered.

Kiss her, make it up to her, anything- do anything. He needed to.

“Thank you for your cooperation.” She stated, breath fanning over his lips as she did. He froze as the world melted away, the cold white cell forming once more and the woman before him… she still looked so much like Natsuko though she wore a black dress that left little to the imagination.

He had her pressed against the wall, when he’d done that he didn’t… no he’d gone to kiss the woman before him- a woman who was not his wife.

“Take five steps back.” And so he did, eyes wide and jaw clenched. “I apologise for resorting to that method.”

“No you aren’t.” He snarled.

“You wouldn’t tell us a thing Dostoevsky… we needed information and so I did what I do best.” The woman stated, his wife’s face stone cold as she stared at him.

“An illusionist?” He questioned.

“No.” She answered with a sickeningly sweet smile then shrugged. “I just got into your head… maybe it was witchcraft.”

“You pretended to be my wife… all so I would talk?”

“I think that is obvious…” She sent a look to the camera in the corner of the cell. “Though in a truely hilarious turn of events Dostoevsky Natsuko Higuchi is my ancestor- I was even named after her.”

“Bitch.” That was impossible.

He tried to surge forward.

“Don’t move.” She commanded. “Natsuko Higuchi did not burn, in fact she’d escaped amidst the flames… found another beau and here I am- with zero relation to you thankfully.”

He seethed. A lie, he’d watched her burn.

“Higuchi we have everything we need.” Mori’s voice intercepted over the speaker.

“Rest well koibito.” She hummed, turning on her heel and out the door to the cell. “You can move now.” Was all she said as the door slammed shut.

~~*~~

She had her name, her face, her voice and even had an ability he’d akin to witchcraft. Fyodor laughed as he collapsed onto his bed, the interaction replaying over and over in his mind.

Perhaps she was Natsuko reincarnated…

Maybe he’d get a second chance after all.

[theircurse-archive4]

Now that this arc is over ( ... ? )

I still think it was a total waste to NOT use Yumeno in this arc. I mean the parallels between them and Bram are CRAZY. You have these two ability users that just want to live normal lives and yet they're cursed with horrendous powers capable of mass destruction and loss of life. They don't WANT to use those powers and curse the fact they're born with their powers and they still wind up being used by people in positions of authority ( Mori / Port Mafia and Fukichi / Decay of Angels respectively ). Even the nature of their abilities are VERY similar with Dogra Magra making receivers go into a killing spree and Bram's ability turning people into mindless vampires. I think the two would have really bonded and Yumeno could have played a really big role in this arc but ASAGIRI SAID NO.

[shangdragonsthief]

I was talking to someone about a BSD fic I read, but I couldn't remember the name or how to tag the search to ping it.

Basically, Dazai and Chuuya grow up in the lab together. Dazai gets kidnapped by everyone's favorite Russian Rat, and Chuuya goes ballistic. While Dazai is essentially getting stockholm syndrome, Chuuya joins the mafia to find Dazai.

Chuuya has a murder spree after he's reunited with Dazai, killing Fyodor, and Mori. He didn't like that Mori wanted to put Dazai in danger.

So this Dazai is smart, but not as smart as cannon, he's also more fragile and is a rapunzel cause Fyodor likes his hair long.

If anyone remembers what fic this is, I'll be very grateful!!

[coroddedvirgo]

The new student arrives (Kyoya Ootori OHHC)

Hello and welcome to my very first ever fanfic! I’ve written countless fanfics but never actually posted them. I’ve also been in a huge ouran brainrot lately so to satisfy my boredom and brainrot I've decided to write this story. 

Just a few things before getting started:

- English is not my main language, it is a secondary language to me so please if you see any grammatical errors ignore them

- this isn’t a y/n story i unironically find y/n stories difficult to write. this is a story of a pairing with an OC i created but you can pretend it’s you and change the name as you please. 

- i imagined writing this in a movie/series script type of way it makes it easier for me to know who’s going to talk and how the story should go. 

- please be kind i am very new to this so any good and constructive criticism is much appreciated!

without further ado, enjoy the story! 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tamaki:

Welcome to Ouran Academy the place where the filthy rich kids go to play and relax on their rich kid duties. Only the wealthiest of the wealthiest can afford to apply here, of course with the exception of Haruhi Fujioka. Oh, Haruhi…

Haruhi:

“Senpai, can you please stop staring at me that way? It’s… weird…”

Tamaki snapped away from his thoughts and looked away hiding the tiny blush that appeared on his cheeks. Haruhi rolled her eyes at Tamaki, who always acted that way around her. She usually just dismissed him as clinically crazy. Haruhi was cleaning and tidying up the Host club room before they could officially open to the public but the reason she was doing it was because she had another task in hand. The other members seemed to notice this. 

Kyoya:

Is everything alright, Haruhi? You seem to be in quite the hurry

This made her stop midway her cleaning spree. 

Haruhi:

I’m sorry but I forgot to mention that the principal wanted me to give the new student a tour of Ouran before the bell rang. 

Hikaru:

A new kid? Are they a first year or a second year?

Honey:

What if they’re in their third year?

Haruhi:

No. She’s a second year student. 

Kaoru:

Wait… SHE?! The new student is a she? 

Haruhi:

At least that’s what she implied when I met her yesterday

Kaoru:

You got to meet the new kid before anyone else? 

Haruhi:

Yeah and she’s really nice too. She’s around Kyoya and Tamaki’s age. 

Kyoya:

Oh really? Maybe you can introduce her to us

Haruhi:

No way in hell i am

Tamaki dramatically gasped loudly and turned pale as a ghost. Haruhi stared at him deadpanned. She never knows why he always has to do that dramatic effect. 

Tamaki:

BUT WHY NOT? DO YOU NOT LOVE US HARUHI?

Haruhi:

No offense to Tamaki but the reason I don't want to introduce her to you guys is because I want a friend outside the host club, you know? It’s not that i don't want to introduce her but if i do you’ll just embarrass me and scare her off.  

Tamaki’s eyes shimmered with glee 

Tamaki: 

Ah, but my dear Haruhi, that’s where you're wrong! My charm knows no bounds and my princely ways are sure enough to charm her! 

Hikaru knudges Kaoru 

Hikaru:

It seems to me Tamaki has found his new target

Kaoru chuckled in agreement. 

Kaoru:

I can already imagine the over-the-top theatrics he’ll put up for her

Kyoya, the ever composed one, chimed in with a hint of enthusiasm. 

Kyoya:

Now, It’s up to Haruhi if she wishes to bring her new friend. But I do advise if she’s not the theatrical type do not bring her. 

Honey, who was still clinging on to his stuffed pink bunny, piped in with his sugary sweet voice

Honey:

I think it would be nice to have a new friend, especially if she’s around our age, right Takashi? 

Mori-senpai who was quiet the whole conversation but listening attentively nodded in agreement. 

Tamaki:

Do you know her name? 

Haruhi shook her head. 

Haruhi:

She never told me her name. All I know about her name is that in almost every piece of her clothing has an acronym sewn in. Other than that? Nothing. 

—-------------------------------------------------

Disgusting. Putrid. Horrifying. Bright. Ugly yellow dress. Out of all the private schools he could’ve enrolled me in, it just had to be the one with the most atrocious uniform I had ever seen in my life. This color matched with nothing. I hate the white ruffles underneath it and the pink bowtie on top. Simply atrocious. 

Uncle Hiroshi:

I believe you’ll love your new school. 

Luz:

What makes you think that? The only reason I’m here is to please you and the family. 

The harshness in her voice made his forced smile drop. He stared at his shoes trying to figure out what words to say. 

Uncle Hiroshi:

Need I remind you it’s not my fault we are in this situation. 

His words hung in the air leaving a thick tension between them, causing tension between him and Luz. 

Luz frowned at his words. Feeling a surge of anger bubble up inside of her. 

Luz:

Of course. I know it’s my fault. I’m well aware of that situation but just because I'm aware of it doesn’t mean I can't be angry. 

Hiroshi:

You? Angry? Don’t be so childish. I have every right to be angry and rightfully so. Have you any idea what I did for you? 

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him. 

Luz:

Any idea?... Any idea? You didn’t even fucking bother in listening to my side of the story, you believed theirs but what about me? You never cared. No one in the family fucking cared. You act so high and fucking might pretending I should be thanking you? For what? 

Hiroshi:

VIVIENNE. 

His voice cut through the air like a knife. Stern and Terrifying. The fury was visible in his eyes and face. 

She stayed quiet breathing heavily through her nose like an angered bull. 

Luz:

Don’t act like I didn’t overhear what the family said about me. I. Heard. Everything. 

Uncle Hiroshi’s face went pale as her words cut through him like a sharp knife. He was so taken aback he couldn’t say anything back to her.

Luz: 

You’re just like him.

Hiroshi:

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. 

His words felt pungent and repulsive. She hated being compared to her father. 

Luz’s eyes narrowed with a mix of anger and hurt as Hiroshi’s response hit her like a sharp dagger. 

Luz: 

Don’t you ever fucking compare me to that bag of shit. I am my own person, my own choices and my own fucking values. Just because we share the same blood doesn’t mean I’m destined to repeat his actions. 

Luz's anger burned hot within her, fueling her every movement. She couldn't bear to stay in the car any longer, surrounded by her uncles toxic presence. Slamming the door shut with a resounding thud, she took a step away, distancing herself physically from him.

Without another word, Luz turned away and headed towards the entrance of Ouran Academy, her steps filled with determination and a newfound strength. She knew that she had to forge her own path, away from the toxic influences that threatened to overshadow her true identity.

Hiroshi watched her retreating figure, his heart heavy with the weight of his mistakes. He knew that repairing their relationship would require much more than mere apologies. It would take time, effort, and a genuine willingness to understand and support Luz on her own terms.

As Luz entered the grand doors of Ouran Academy, she took a deep breath, letting the determination within her rise to the surface. She was determined to prove her worth, not just to Hiroshi or her family, but to herself. And with every step she took, she vowed to leave behind the shadows of her past and embrace the person she truly was—a person capable of breaking free from the cycle of pain and disappointment.

As Luz stepped into the bustling halls of Ouran Academy, the sudden silence that fell around her was almost deafening. Conversations halted, and curious gazes turned towards her, studying her every move. It was as if time stood still for a moment, and all eyes were on the newcomer who dared to stand out from the crowd.

Luz could feel the weight of their stares, the whispers that traveled through the air like a current. She was acutely aware of being different, of not fitting into the mold of the typical Ouran student. Her appearance, her background, everything about her seemed to set her apart.

The students exchanged glances, curiosity mixed with a hint of intrigue. They were used to the elite, the wealthy, and the privileged, but Luz was a refreshing change. A ripple of whispers followed in her wake as she walked, a blend of curiosity, speculation, and perhaps even admiration.

Luz caught snippets of their hushed conversations, whispers of her uniqueness and unfamiliarity. Some seemed intrigued, eager to learn more about her. Others held a hint of skepticism, unsure of how to place her in their well-defined social hierarchy.

Haruhi:

Excuse me, Luz? 

Luz turned around, relief washing over her as she recognized Haruhi's familiar face amidst the sea of curious onlookers. Haruhi's presence offered a sense of familiarity and comfort in the midst of the overwhelming attention.

Luz nodded, a small smile gracing her lips.

Luz:

Yes, that's me. It's good to see a familiar face. Thank you for remembering me, Haruhi.

Haruhi returned her smile warmly, unaffected by the surrounding scrutiny.

Haruhi:

No problem at all, Luz. I'm glad I ran into you. I can show you to your classroom and help you settle in. Ouran can be quite overwhelming at first, but you'll find your way around soon enough.

Luz:

Of course. Lead the way. 

As Luz walked alongside Haruhi, the whispers of the students echoed in her ears, and she couldn't help but catch fragments of their conversations. The focus on her appearance, specifically her skin color, stung with a mix of discomfort and frustration. It seemed that her uniqueness had become a topic of scrutiny and judgment for those around her.

The comments about her skin color, ranging from judgmental to dismissive, highlighted the ignorance and prejudice that still existed within the walls of the prestigious Ouran Academy. It served as a reminder that even in such an elite setting, stereotypes and biases could persist.

Luz's steps faltered for a moment as she absorbed the weight of those words. It was disheartening to realize that her worth was being reduced to superficial judgments, overshadowing her talents, intellect, and individuality.

Luz closed her eyes trying not to focus on their words. She just wanted to get to her first class and be nothing, a ghost.  

Kyoya:

Ah, fancy bumping into you Haruhi. Who this might be?

Luz and Haruhi turned their attention to Kyoya, who appeared unexpectedly in the hallway. Haruhi greeted him with a friendly smile, while Luz took a moment to observe him, her curiosity piqued.

Haruhi:

Good morning, Kyoya. This is Luz, a new student here at Ouran Academy. Luz, this is Kyoya Ootori, one of the members of the Host Club.

Luz:

Good morning. It is a pleasure to meet you. 

She says a bit flat to him. Kyoya couldn’t help but notice her eyes, they seemed so empty and tired. 

Kyoya:

Say Luz, do you wish to accompany me to the academy’s cafe? They have delicious pastries and coffee.

Luz considered Kyoya's offer, feeling a mixture of curiosity and the need for a much-needed energy boost. She appreciated his gesture and the opportunity to explore more of the school's offerings.

Luz:

Thank you for the offer, Kyoya. I could use a pick-me-up, and I've heard great things about the cafe here. I'd be happy to accompany you... only if it's okay with Haruhi. She was going to take me to my first class today. 

Kyoya:

Hm… may I see your schedule? 

A bit confused at his request she handed him her schedule for the day. Luz considered Kyoya's offer, feeling a mixture of curiosity and the need for a much-needed energy boost. She appreciated his gesture and the opportunity to explore more of the school's offerings.

Her schedule consisted mainly of focus on the arts, her strong suit. She was a very creative and artistic person, not to mention she also has a deep and profound love for music. Ever since she was little she surrounded herself with music and insisted on learning to play the instruments, sing, read and write notes. Her first class would be advanced music class with the history of music and its appreciation, English Literature, Then later it was practicing her German, and then finally it was advanced art.

Kyoya carefully examined the schedule she had. 

Kyoya:

If it’s not a bother to Haruhi I could even take you to your class after we finish at the cafe. If that is alright with you, Haruhi. 

Haruhi:

Oh, that would actually be perfect! Kyoya knows Ouran better than I do. 

Luz was a bit hesitant at first but she ultimately agreed to grab coffee with Kyoya. Kyoya nodded, his usual calm demeanor unchanged.

Kyoya:

Very well. Let's head to the cafe then. Shall we?

 Kyoya extended his arm for Luz to hold onto. 

Luz hesitated for a moment, finding Kyoya's gesture of extending his arm a bit unexpected. However, she reminded herself that it was a common practice among the students at Ouran, a display of elegance and formality. With a slight blush tinting her cheeks, she gently wrapped her hands around Kyoya's arm, allowing him to lead the way.

Haruhi gave her a small piece of paper to which she said it contained her phone number. 

H:

Call me if you get lost or need someone to talk to. I’m always available. See you around!

Kyoya:

Shall we? 

As they walked together, Luz couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and anticipation. She found herself observing the dynamics of the school, the interactions between students, and the vibrant atmosphere that surrounded her. The touch of Kyoya's arm provided a sense of security amidst the bustling hallways.

Arriving at the cafe, Luz let go of Kyoya's arm and took a moment to soak in the inviting ambiance. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sight of delectable pastries filled her senses, heightening her excitement for the culinary experience ahead.

Luz:

Kyo-

She stopped for a moment not knowing if to approach him by his name or not. 

Kyoya:

Yes? Don’t be scared of saying my name. 

Luz:

Okay, Kyoya, what do you recommend I eat? 

Kyoya:

Well my personal favorite is the strawberry tart. I love having it with a warm cup of tea.

Luz:

I think I’ll have that and the croissant with a white chocolate blueberry iced coffee. 

Kyoya nodded approvingly, signaling to the waiter to place their orders. As they waited for their treats to arrive, Luz found herself observing Kyoya more closely. There was a certain air of mystery and intellect that surrounded him, and she couldn't help but be intrigued.

Kyoya: I noticed that most of your classes are mostly in the arts. Do you like that?

Luz nodded, a smile playing at the corners of her lips

Luz:

Yes, I do. It was actually my mother that raised me that way. She’s an artist too. 

Kyoya listened attentively, his gaze focused on her as if he were unraveling the layers of her being through her words.

Kyoya:

Do you sing or play instruments? 

Luz:

I used to

Kyoya:

Why is that? 

Luz:

I- um… 

She looks down a bit uncomfortable. Kyoya, noticing this, dismissed it and changed the topic of the conversation. 

Kyoya:

Please excuse manners but it seems I never introduced myself. My name is Kyoya Ootori. I am the youngest son of my family. 

Luz:

You have siblings? 

He nods

Kyoya:

Two older brothers, Akito and Yuuichi.

Luz:

I have siblings as well but unlike you I’m actually the eldest. I have four sisters and one brother. 

Their conversation was interrupted by the waiter bringing their food. When Luz took the first bite of the strawberry tart and her iced coffee she felt like she was melting. It passed her expectations. The combination of the sweet and tangy strawberry filling with the buttery crust was a delightful treat for her taste buds. She couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

Kyoya:

I’ll take a guess and say you like the food? 

She nods. 

Luz:

It’s so delicious. It’s the best coffee and pastry I've ever had!

Kyoya chuckled softly, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he watched Luz enjoy the food. 

They both finished their treats and prepared to leave the cafe, the pleasant conversation lingering in the air. As they both walked down the halls Kyoya would tell her quick shortcuts to arrive at her classrooms so she could avoid student traffic. 

From the corner of his eye he noticed her scarf had something written on it.

Kyoya:

Pardon my intrusion but what does this stand for? 

He gently passes his thumb over the small purple stitchings. 

Luz:

Oh, that? It’s an acronym of my name. My mom used to do that to all of my clothes

  Kyoya:

What does the V stand for? 

Luz:

Vivienne. It’s my first name. 

Kyoya's eyes flickered with intrigue as he listened to Luz's explanation. He found himself captivated by the little details that made her who she was. Kyoya had always been observant, seeking meaning in every aspect of people's lives. Luz's scarf, with its embroidered initials, piqued his curiosity further.

Kyoya:

Vivienne... It's a beautiful name. Unique and elegant, just like you.

Luz's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Luz:

Thank you… no one has ever said that about my name before… 

Kyoya's eyes sparkled with a hint of playfulness as he responded.

Kyoya:

I must admit, Luz, your name holds a certain elegance and beauty that befits you. It's a pleasure to have met someone as captivating as you, with a name that holds such charm. It's a rare find in a place like Ouran.

Luz blushed slightly at his words, feeling a mixture of flattery and intrigue.

Luz could feel her heart gaining speed by the second. She didn’t know how to respond so he nervously chuckled. 

 Luz: 

Oh stop you don't mean that

Kyoya chuckled softly, a subtle glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

Kyoya:

On the contrary, Luz, I assure you that I do mean every word. I have a keen eye for appreciating genuine beauty and uniqueness, and in you, I see both. Your name is just the beginning of the many intriguing qualities that make you who you are.

Luz's cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink as she tried to compose herself. 

 Luz: well- I- um... 

Kyoya: This will be your classroom as of now. she was snapped back to reality when they arrived at her music classroom. 

Kyoya's voice brought Luz back to the present, and she glanced at the door of her music classroom, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Luz:

Thank you for bringing me to my classroom today, and for the cafe. Hopefully we’ll see each other around? 

Kyoya's gaze met Luz's, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as a faint smile curved his lips.

Kyoya:

Of course, Luz. I believe our paths will cross again in this vast academy. I look forward to our future encounters.

His voice held a subtle undertone of flirtation, leaving Luz both intrigued and flustered. He gently raised her hand to his lips and with a delicate touch, he pressed a soft kiss against her gloved knuckles , a gesture both elegant and chivalrous. Luz's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected display of affection, her cheeks flushing with a deeper shade of pink.

The gentle touch sending shivers down her spine. She found herself momentarily captivated by his charm and the unexpected display of gallantry. Her mind buzzed with a whirlwind of emotions, a mixture of flattery and curiosity.

 With a shy smile, she withdrew her hand, feeling a lingering warmth where his lips had touched.  She stood there, her hand tingling from his touch, a mixture of surprise and intrigue filling her thoughts. She watched him walk away, her mind buzzing with the memory of his lips on her skin, wondering what this encounter might mean for their future interactions.

[mrbexwrites]

WIP Tropes Tag Game

Tagged by the amazing @sarahlizziewrites in both of my guises, but keeping writblr stuff here, so as not to scare the non-writblrs followers! 

Tagging @at-thezenith, @words-after-midnight and @magicmoon65, as well as anyone else who is looking for an excuse to ramble about their WIP. Please accept this open tag as an invitation to say I tagged you and share it with us!

I’ve had some awesome feedback/tips/suggestions from my beta readers, so feeling energised and I’m currently back editing (ugh!) Memento Mori’s entire story arc, so I’ll answer for all 4 novellas!

Rules: highlight the tropes that feature in your WIP

Found Family | The Chosen One | The Martyr | Surprise, Bitch! You thought I was dead | Enemies/Rivals put together for a project | Teen gets kidnapped; parent goes on killing spree to find them | Happy Ever After | Black and White Morality | Fight scene turns into a make-out session | Only one bed | The airport/train/bus station love confession | AUs | Amnesia story | Villain and hero fall in love | Love triangles | Bookworm falls for the bad guy | Killing off the audience’s fave characters | Smalltown falls for Big-City | Princess kisses a frog & gets Prince Charming | Villain redeemed | Protagonist beats “best in the world” | Enemies to friends to lovers | It was all a dream! | Coming of age story