#Special Division for Unusual Powers

[sally372]

I don't remember if I posted this

But yeah

[chester-god-0]

Hey, I have an idea! Let's turn this man ↓

into a father!

[rin-mae]

(I learned many things today, such as the name for the group ango works for is the last option for this poll :D)

[wrenverse]

3/?

ORGANIZATIONS

Government

Special Division for Unusual Powers:

1. Santouka (Santōka) Taneda (Director) - human

2. Ango Sakaguchi - half vampire (made - ?)

3. Mizuki Tsujimura’s - human(?)

4. Yachiyo Murakoso - human

5. Takuichi Aoki - human

6. Tsujimura’s Mother - human

Metropolitan Police:

1. Asukai - human

2. Jun Mitamura - human

3. Minoura - human

4. Sugimoto - human

5. Yamagiwa - human

6. Yasui - unknown [no pic]

Ministry of Justice:

1. Tonan - human

2. Sakashita - human

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[kitnootkat]

Papaver rhoeas, The Poppy. A Papaveraceae. Representing love, sleep, death, and war. -> Open book? Back to Contents?

Bungo Stray Dogs Masterlist ,, TAGLIST HERE

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Armed Detective Agency (Sorta) Summertime Dates ! ;; Dazai, Yosano, Ranpo x reader -> synopsis;; Dates you'd have with them!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Port Mafia -> Stories TBA

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ The Guild -> Stories TBA

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ The Hunting Dogs -> Stories TBA

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Decay of The Angel -> Stories TBA

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Special Division for Unusual Powers -> Stories TBA

[birthday-hell]

Santoka Taneda

Happy Birthday

October 3

[tulipe-rose]

Assuming the special division for unusual powers is the one that assigns names for each Ability, they probably named Dazai's Ability 'no longer human' in tribute to the fact that only humans are affected by Abilities, such that being unaffected by them is alien, and therefore branded as 'not human' (take Lovecraft for example). The painful part is that they called it no longer human in recognition to the fact that he was once human, making it all the more tragic for him. Imagine telling a middle schooler he was no longer considered a human; he literally just lost his humanity, and will probably be abused for it, the adults should've seen suicide coming from a mile away.

[cosplaybyyassamet]

I wasn't here... for months. Oh my, I'm sorry!

Anyway, grab late Taneda made for his b-day. I still love this character.

[sorcerersandskillusers]

One of the most heartbreaking scenes in The Dark Era is seeing Dazai trying so desperately to convince Oda to live. Seeing Dazai clutching at straws, repeating back the advice he must have heard a thousand times at him, just to try and get through to Oda even though he knows already that it would never work.

And the worst part is, how through this whole scene Oda is acting just like Dazai, he has the same emptiness that Dazai normally only sees in himself. So now Dazai has to go through the impossible task of convincing HIMSELF to live, something he has been unable to do all these years.

I looked at Dazai. “There isn’t anything, Dazai. It’s all over. Everything. Whatever else happens now is meaningless—just like what I’m about to do. Am I wrong?” “Odasaku…,” Dazai said softly. “Forgive me for the absurd wording, but—don’t go. Find something to rely on. Expect good things to happen from here on out. There’s gotta be something…

And then him telling Oda why he joined the mafia, even though it was clearly something he never wanted to tell anyone, in the vague hope that it just might convince Oda to stop.

Hey, Odasaku, do you know why I joined the Mafia?” I stared at him. We had known each other for a long time, but he’d never even attempted to talk about that. “I joined the Mafia because of an expectation I had. I thought if I was close to death and violence—close to people giving in to their urges and desires, then I would be able to see the inner nature of humankind up close. I thought if I did that…” Dazai paused before continuing, “…I would be able to find something—a reason to live.”

But he can't do it, Oda is too far gone at this point, he lost not only the children, but his dream. He was in unimaginable grief and suffering and just wanted things to end.

I looked at him; he looked back at me. “I wanted to be a novelist,” I said. “I thought I wouldn’t deserve such a life if I killed someone during a mission. That’s why I never killed anyone. But that’s all in the past. There’s only one thing I want now.” “Odasaku!” I began to walk away. Dazai yelled out, but I didn’t turn around. Heading west, I started my journey.

Oda's listlessness is almost a perfect mirror of Dazai in the bar after Ango has betrayed them.

“I’m not sad. I knew from the very beginning,” Dazai said. His face was a blank mask now. “It didn’t matter whether you were with the Special Division for Unusual Powers. I always lose the things I don’t want to lose the most. That’s why I don’t feel anything anymore. The moment you get your hands on something worth going after, you lose it. That’s just how things are. There is nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging a life of suffering.” I stared at Dazai. We had known each other for a while, but this was the first time he’d ever opened up about himself. I could see a thorn the size of a harpoon wedged deeply into his life.

This is why I say Oda is the only character to ever truly understand Dazai, because he saw the part of Dazai that he kept most hidden from the world, he knew Dazai's unending loneliness and emptiness. And in the end, he was consumed by the very same thing. But before he died, he did what only he could do, and gave Dazai a way to escape that emptiness.

[albedov]

so fyodor's ability huh?

imagine being his lover, someone he had spent years with as you slowly built up your friendship which eventually blossomed into something more. except you were there as an undercover agent for the 'special division of unusual powers'.

they wanted to know about fyodor and his ability but they knew it would be no easy feat, so you offered to go undercover and build trust with a man referred to as a demon. one day however you feared he was getting too close to the truth, to figuring out your intentions. so you preemptively killed him.

except that's how you figured out his ability. now fyodor had to live his life knowing he held the bittersweet curse of living in his lovers body...

[chester-god-0]

Okay guys! Here some names that are important!

Mizuki Tsujimura ↓  

Yachiyo Murakoso ↓

Takuichi Aoki ↓

Remember them, it'll be on the test!

[elvestoneanzelote1]

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

Bungou stray dogs.

Port mafia.

Ougai Mori:

My lover part one (yandere)

My lover part two. (Yandere)

Yandere Ougai mori x dazai mother reader x yandere Fukuzawa Yukichi + Platonic yandere dazai part1

Yandere Ougai Mori x dazai mother reader x yandere fukuzawa Yukichi +platonic yandere dazai part 2

Chuuya Nakahara:

Liar: Yandere Chuuya Nakahara x Guild! Male reader.

Smile for me: Yandere chuuya nakahara x fem reader, past sheep member

𝘒𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘒𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 (𝘰𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳) 𝘹 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢

Platonic yandere chuuya x younger brother Male reader

Habit yandere Chuuya x clean obsessed fem reader

Yandere port mafia boss Chuuya x fem reader

Ryounosuke Akutagawa:

I love you: Yandere Atsushi x fem reader x Slight Akutagawa

With s/o And him (fluff yandere)

Kouyou Ozaki.

Smile: slight yandere fem reader x Kouyou Ozaki

─────⊹⊱✙⊰⊹─────

Ada.

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

Yandere Ougai mori x dazai mother reader x yandere Fukuzawa Yukichi + Platonic yandere dazai Part 1

Yandere Ougai Mori x dazai mother reader x yandere fukuzawa Yukichi +platonic yandere dazai part 2

Osamu Dazai:

Alchemists pm teacher! male Reader x Osamu Dazai (yandere)

My pretentious friend - Yandere Beast au Osamu Dazai x Yandere male reader.

A Goal--- Older fem p/m! Reader x yandere Dazai

Adopted bond: Platonic yandere Dazai x big sister reader

Adopted bond: Platonic yandere Dazai x big sister reader.

Yandere Ougai mori x dazai mother reader x yandere Fukuzawa Yukichi + Platonic yandere dazai part1

Yandere Ougai Mori x dazai mother reader x yandere fukuzawa Yukichi +platonic yandere dazai part 2

Yandere: trio dazai, Kunikida and Atsushi (separate) with fem reader with a very low self esteem

Yandere Dazai x Male inumaki reader x yandere Ranpo

Yandere Platonic dazai x twin sister reader x Fyodor

Broken lovers yandere dazai x male guild reader

Ranpo Edogawa:

Cursed speech: Yandere Ranpo x male reader x Yandere Poe

Cheater female reader x Yandere Ranpo Edogawa

My silent love- Port Mafia yandere Ranpo x male reader

Yandere Dazai x Male inumaki reader x yandere Ranpo

Doppo Kunikida:

Yandere: trio dazai, Kunikida and Atsushi (separate) with fem reader with a very low self esteem

Atsushi Nakajima:

Beast au, Yandere Atsushi x Male reader.

I love you: Yandere Atsushi x fem reader x slight Akutagawa

Yandere: trio dazai, Kunikida and Atsushi (separate) with fem reader with a very low self esteem

Akiko Yosano:

Memory: Yandere Akiko Yosano x fem reader.

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Overall duo organizations.

Platonic Yandere Ada x child male reader x platonic yandere Port Mafia part 1

Platonic Yandere Ada x child male reader x platonic yandere Port Mafia part 2

Platonic Yandere Ada x child male reader x platonic yandere Port Mafia part3

Yandere BSD various x Zhongli/albedo (male)reader, pet favour

Yandere BSD various x Zhongli/albedo reader (male), Assistant Suhu

Yandere BSD various x Zhongli/albedo reader (male) initiative game.

Yandere BSD Port mafia various x Zhongli/Albedo reader (male) Barge into the room unnoticed.

Yandere Platonice Francis x son reader x yandere ada

Yandere platonic Ada x teen fem reader

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DOA.

Nikolai Gogol:

Yandere Nikolai Gogol x fem reader

Venti reader x nikolai

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Pʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ Dᴀᴢᴀɪ x ᴛᴡɪɴ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x Fʏᴏᴅᴏʀ

Cult au, slight nsfw (yandere Fyodor x raiden shogun fem reader)

Venti reader x yandere fyodor

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Special Division for unusual powers.

Yukito Ayatsuji.

Obessesion, Yandere Yukito Ayatsuji x male albedo/zhongli reader.

Birthday special, Yandere Ayatsuji x male albedo/zhongli reader

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Hunting dogs.

Yandere tecchou x Oc (kiana Komori) x yandere Jouno

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Guild.

Edgar Allan Poe:

Curse speech: yandere Ranpo x male reader x yandere Poe

Louisa May Alcott:

Letter: Yandere g/n reader x Louisa

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

Platonic yandere Francis x son reader x slight yandere ads

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Mashle: Magic muscle and power.

Alder:

Mash Burnedead-

Sickness love hc- yandere Mash x g/n reader

Yandere Alder x venti male reader

Finn Ames-

Yandere Alder x venti male reader

Dot Barrette-

Yandere Alder x venti male reader

Lemon Irvine-

Yandere Alder x venti male reader

Lance Crown-

Yandere Alder x venti male reader

Rayne Ames-

Sickness love hc: Yandere Rayne x g/n reader

Yandere Alder x venti male reader

✩┈┈∘*┈୨୧┈*∘┈┈✩

Lang.

Milo Genius-

Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader

Abel Walker

Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader

Yandere Abel walker x fem reader.

Abyss Razor-

Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader

Wirth Madl

Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader

Love Cute-

Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader

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Doom:

Doom x g/n reader.

✩┈┈∘*┈୨୧┈

General Yandere Mashle.

Yunan male reader x various Mashle yandere

Reblooged Yunan reader

Yandere Mashle x (yosano) fem reader

*∘┈┈✩

Genshin Impact

Lynette:

Eyes: Yandere g/n Reader x Lynette

Lyney.

Lyney x reader who is hurt.

✎✐✎✐✎✐✎

Moriarty the Patriot.

Sherlock Holmes.

Observation: Yandere sherlock Holmes x male (albedo) reader

✐✎✐✎✐

Honkai Star Rail.

Caelus:

Herta space station worker fem! Reader x yandere Caelus

Aventurine:

Yandere aventurine x rengoku male reader.

Aventurine x reader who is hurt.

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𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳.

Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Gᴀᴍᴇ Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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Tokyo Revengers.

Takemichi Hanagaki.

G/n Reader x takemichi (angst not yandere)

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Fanart

Venti: (as a crossover)

In Lang! Fanart

Akiko Yosano (as a crossover)

In mashle, alder (fanart)

By me, Elvestoneanzelote1, You can also follow me in instagram. It is written. In the picture.

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The master list will always keep on updating when I update. You can always rely on this.

[queer-n-here]

Ango x Muscular Reader Headcannons

This for my bro 🦅 anon. I'm sorry, I accidentally deleted your original req, thank God I still remember what you asked for!

Also, *removes glasses and grimly rubs forehead* I felt kinda guilty since I wasn't able to do your recent Fyodor ask justice, so this is a compensation for that. Hope you like it.

Contents: Muscular Reader x Ango Akaguchi. Both SFW and NSFW Headcannons.

Warnings: Smut, Top male reader, Nipple play, virgin Ango, virginity loss.

SFW

I can see Ango getting slightly flustered when he first sees you.

You, a rookie ability user in the Special Division for Unusual Powers unit, greeting him formally, and the first thing Ango registers is your sheer size.

To begin with, you're 6'2", considerably taller than Ango himself at 5'8". (Yes, I looked up his height.)

Moreover, that's not all to your build. One glance at you and anyone would be able to tell you work out. Your arms are as thick as an average man's quads, to say the least. And your uniform is visibly straining against your chest; that thing is not going to last long.

But in the beginning Ango is only slightly impressed, glad to have someone who's physically strong on the team, just in case an incident like that of Tatsuhiko Shibusawa happens again. Draconia was frightening, and Ango is more than happy to have someone who would have a chance fighting against their own ability.

And then you two get partnered up for your first mission.

The only reason Ango gets put on it is because of his ability 'Decadence of Discourse'. The government needs him to unravel the location of an ability user mass bomber, who's recently escaped from prison.

It's not an easy one, and Ango feels obligated to guide you through it, but as you two unravel mystery after mystery, he slowly learns that you're not ignorant enough to be a total rookie.

So, after the mission is completed, he treats you to dinner. It's a simple gesture, but you notice the intention behind it all the same. And yet, you go.

He tries to get you drunk, but your alcohol tolerance is too much, and at the end of the day, you pretend to be wasted just to see what he'd do.

When Ango uses his ability on you, you let him, having nothing to hide. And he finds out more than enough to satisfy his curiosity.

You were in the Port Mafia before.

Despite knowing, he doesn't bring it up. You find it amusing, how he went so far to find out, and then withdrew silently.

Time passes, and Ango and you grow closer. He tries not to trust you, his job does not permit him to, yet you somehow wiggle your way into his heart, all big and strong.

Now, when you lean over him, or get too close in an elevator, he feels his face heat up, and tries his best to look away. He can't afford to have feelings, he tells himself.

And yet they're out of his control.

You notice, just how you notice everything else. Slightly amused, you tease him a little, standing a little too close when you talk to him, or leaning across him to reach things you could have grabbed either way, just feel his breath hitch.

But I mean, could you deny that you felt the same way, though? Not when Ango adjusts his glasses the way he does every time he gets flustered, a habit you notice that he wasn't aware of himself. How cute, you think.

So when you two do get into a relationship (after an adorable drunk confession from Ango and a whole morning of coaxing him to admit what he said last night) you feel quite decently accomplished in getting THE Ango Sakaguchi all red and stuttering just with a forehead kiss.

NSFW

The first time you two have sex, Ango is more than nervous, even though it's him who asked you if you wanted to do it.

So prep him gently, placing kisses along his jawline and down along his collarbone as he moans and clutches the sheets underneath him.

And when you finally put your fat cock in him, do give him time to adjust. Being a member of a confidential governmental department, dating opportunities don't come by everyday, so you'll excuse him for being a virgin, right?

Start gentle, your cock pumping in and out of Ango as he gets used to the feeling of your tip against his walls, moans spilling non-stop from his pretty mouth.

Kiss him quiet, your neighbours won't be happy at the amount of noise he's making. Or fuck him faster, each of his sounds driving you to please him more, more.

Slam into his sweet spot, and he'll arch his back off the bed, blunt nails digging into your back and drawing blood as a cry rips itself from his throat, eyes wide and tearing up.

Fuck him nice and good, till he forgets his own name, till the only thing his brain can process is your cock against his tight walls, abusing and bullying his sweet spot with such precision it makes him see stars.

Wipe away his tears before you continue to pound into him, and plant soft kisses on his face and chest. Suck on his nipples, kiss and bite them, and he'll come undone right then, hips bucking as cum shoots out of his untouched dick, hole clenching pathetically around you.

Let him come down from his high before you continue; it's only his first time, you can overstimulate him some other day, right?

When you start over, he will bury his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his moans and cries against your skin and just sobbing into your shoulder.

Fuck him till you come, bringing him to his second orgasm just with the feeling of your seed hitting his walls.

Pull out of him and kiss him softly, tell him he did good, and he'll smile dazedly, burying his face into your thick chest.

[shenachigans]

LETTER | Signora/Rosalyne

PAIRING: Signora/Rosalyne x Gn!Fatuus!Reader

CW: angst no comfort, character d3aths (two people are implied to pass away), toxic relationship, reader and Signora are only flings, mentions of su!cide, mentions of smut but not explicitly, Scaramouch makes an appearance.

SUMMARY: You were nothing but a fleeting moment in the Fair Lady’s life, but a single letter caused a permanent scar in her heart, far worse than what Rostam left her. 

A/N: Ask me why I rewrote a fanfic from 2021 in 2023. It’s because I needed to get out of this damn thing called writer’s block <3 This original fanfic was inspired by a convo I had with Kuro about Signora’s death… :( It’s gender neutral but it was written with a female reader in mind. Her Majesty refers to the Tsaritsa and Rostam is Signora’s late lover btw.

WORDS: 2,413

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

Signora… Rosalyne, rather, is a woman who harbors negative emotions. Rostam’s death brought her so much grief, turning her into the misunderstood Crimson Witch. Love rendered Rosalyne miserable, and the burning fire in her heart was too powerful to extinguish. 

It was because of the Tsaritsa that made her who she is today, a cold Harbinger named Signora, the Fair Lady. She devoted herself to the Cyro Archon for vengeance so that she may let her lover rest once and for all. Everything she does is to honor him, and she will continue to do so until she meets him again. 

The power of liquid fire gave Signora a longer lifespan. It was useful for revenge, but it was dreadful when she longed for her lover. They have been apart for so many centuries. But amid her life, someone caught her attention.

You were but a simple Fatuus messenger who served the Sixth Harbinger Balladeer. It was rare for Harbingers to cross paths with one another, much less their servants, but Signora saw you — far more than she could remember. 

She observed you from afar out of pure interest. Perhaps she was bored. Perhaps she found you suspicious, for you were too naive and pure to work for an organization like this. But you were skilled in your field. Your talent juxtaposed your looks, she admits. And so she asked the Tsaritsa to place you in her division, deeming you would be more fit under her wing.

The Fair Lady wanted to keep you. 

The reason: unknown. 

The ambiguity of why Signora took you in soon disappeared. She found herself seeing a part of Rostam in your nature. It was more apparent when she learned of your feelings toward her. Just like Rostam, she would say, of course, not in your presence. She became infatuated with you over time. It wasn’t the same infatuation as your previous lovers, but you welcomed her with open arms. 

How could you deny the woman, who was clearly out of your league? 

When Inazuma closed its borders, your relationship as lovers became official, albeit a secret from the others, though everyone can sense a rather unusual intimate atmosphere between you two. 

You two weren’t like others, not because you were in a relationship with your superior, but because she was indifferent and sought your affection, not you. It may be because of her past — that you didn’t know of — but you pushed the heavy feelings aside as you were grateful to have the privilege to call Signora yours. 

You did everything you could to make her feel loved, and Signora felt like her old self, the young maiden from Mondstadt, Rosalyne: the young woman who was in love with a knight named Rostam. But your time together was fleeting.

The demise of your relationship started when she was assigned to collect the Gnoses per the Tsaritsa’s command. You two became equally busy. Signora became more distant and tense, too focused on the mission as if she had been waiting for this moment. She has, but you didn’t know why. 

Other Fatuus turned their backs on you upon learning your relationship with the Harbinger. It was understandable, but you didn’t receive special treatment. You worked harder than everyone else, and Signora was harsher toward you, pinning every mistake your peers committed. 

Thoughts filled your head, wondering if your relationship with Signora was normal for lovers. All she does is take, take, and take, but not once has she given you the same affection. You tried to understand her, but you were hurting yourself. Even so, you still loved her, because love comes with pain, does it not? Surely, this is only a bumpy road in your relationship.

You were wrong. You knew your relationship was over when Signora requested Her Majesty to place you back in Balladeer’s unit. She didn’t say anything, but her actions told you of her intentions. It hurt how cold she was to you that day as if you weren’t the person she shared her bed with, entangled in each other’s bodies. She acted like your time together meant nothing to her.

As you readjusted to being under Balladeer’s command, not once have you seen Signora. You knew she didn’t want to see you anymore, but your heart did not waver, rather, your heart ached from not seeing her. You were holding onto false hope — hoping she was only distant to remain professional, but you knew she was too busy, or did not bother, to officialize your parting. 

Everything you did was for her, just as everything Signora did was for Rostam. You realized you knew nothing of her past, save for having a lover. You did not know him, what their story was, and how they parted. But you saw longing and love in Signora’s eyes. 

There were times when Signora looked at you with an unrecognizable gaze. Only now did you learn what it was. The ache in your heart was unbearable, knowing you were just someone to fill the hole in her heart, the hole Rostam left. She didn’t love you like you loved her. It hurt so much. But you were meant to be utilized, for you were a tool. A tool has various purposes. Signora merely took advantage of your love to fulfill her needs. 

It was hard to accept, but you tried to, for this was reality. After all, the Fair Lady gave you, a mere Fatuus, an opportunity to become part of her private life. A Harbinger cannot be romantically involved with an underling. Although you can no longer call her yours, it was a privilege you had, and you will forever cherish your time together, because everything you do is for her, regardless of what she saw you as. You were only flings, but your feelings for her will remain eternal.

You just hope she will remember you, even when you no longer live… 

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“What uselessness. Your lover, rather, ex-lover, tried to attack the blonde due to some personal grudge. My plans would’ve gone smoothly if not for their interruption,” Scaramouche grumbled, crossing his arms with a petty scoff. “It wasn’t even a big injury; they bled to death. Her Majesty would’ve had them disposed of were they to survive anyway.” 

Signora was too engrossed in your state to process his words as horrified eyes gazed at your lifeless body before her. Cuts and bruises decorated your skin, and the shine in your eyes was now dull. She had realized you were dead. But somehow, you looked more at peace, as though she could see you smiling at her with glimmering eyes. She felt her heart sink from the thought.

“I could’ve left them where they were, so you owe me, Signora. Alas, you better not linger for too long, you have yet to meet the Shogun,” are the words the puppet told her before swinging the sliding the shoji doors and disappearing to who-knows-where.

It was a déjà vu, a familiar feeling, yet it was different. Signora’s feelings didn’t make sense. You were nothing but a fleeting moment in her life, but the impact you had on her was great. You passed away fighting someone, like Rostam when he fought in the war and lost his life. Only this time, there was a corpse presented before her.

Signora didn’t know how long she towered over your body and bore into your soulless eyes, but it must’ve been a while for salty tears pooled on the bloody tatami mat. And so she fell on her knees as her sobs grew louder. Trembling fingers carefully mounted your head on her chest, cradling you like a newborn child. The growing pool of blood tainted everything around you, including Signora’s precious dress.

Your body was losing warmth each second, and she was desperately holding onto everything that was left. Signora received everything you had. She wishes you keep your warmth. You can’t throw it away like some fool, but she knew it was too late. Your fingertips were as cold as her delusion’s powers. 

The last time she cried, tears of amber rolled down her cheeks, turning her into the Crimson Witch as liquid fire consumed her. But here she was, weeping salty tears like a human being. Does a part of her humanity still linger within her? Was this your doing? It was a bittersweet feeling, she admits. But she remembers you’re no longer with her. Your bright soul is gone because of her.

“You fool! I… I couldn’t even say goodbye…”

The woman you gave your heart to let her walls down as she grieved, her heart tightening from the pain. 

But didn’t she use you? Why would she grieve for a pawn she used? She couldn’t possibly have the right to mourn for you when your death is the consequence of her actions, her indifference. 

Signora hugs you close as she rocks on her knees like a mother hushing her crying child. But she was crying, and you were hushed, still and cold, stinging her skin. Only your blood remained warm, but it was soon drying up, becoming as cold as you, further bringing pain to her heart.

Is this Celestia’s punishment for going against the heavenly principles? Must her life be full of woe? 

Signora’s sobs resonated around the room, grief apparent in her cries, hugging you tighter and tighter, refusing to let you go until her fingers brushed against a tattered letter from your coat’s pocket. Tears soaked her attire to clear her vision and grab the letter. 

Her stomach churned as she saw to whom it was for. It was for her. 

Dear Signora,

I never got to know your real name, My Lady. I didn’t want to pry by asking, but your name must be beautiful. It’s a shame, really. I would’ve loved for your name to fall from my lips. It would’ve been intimate of us, don’t you think? Alas, we weren’t meant to be. I understand you have your reasons for being distant and for using me. It was painful — for the woman I love does not reciprocate my feelings — but I hold no grudge, nor regret giving my life to you. I’m honored to have been able to give you my love. I will forever cherish the fleeting moments we shared. 

I’m writing you this letter to officialize the goodbye we never had. The moment I was brought back to my unit, I knew we were over, but I hoped you would come back for me. It was a foolish thought, I know, but it’s funny now that I think about it. I really am in love. And I keep hoping for something impossible because my feelings are strong for you, My Lady. Please don’t feel burdened. I say this because, as much as you try to hide it, and it may be presumptuous of me, but you care. You may not love me, but I can feel your caringness toward me. I’m grateful. I truly am.

Now, if ever you read this letter, it means I’m no longer alive. I made sure of it. It would be a miracle if you even found this letter. Please don’t misunderstand the situation. I wavered a duel with the traveler for a reason. Even if I came back unscathed, which would be another miracle, my life would be terminated by Her Majesty for my disobedience. I don’t dare to take my own life. Frankly, I wish to say I’m tired, My Lady. I simply do not find joy in being alive anymore and wish to rest. I’ve been planning for this moment for a long time, even before I met you, so please don’t blame yourself for my death. I admire how you still have that will within you. The reason must be to avenge someone you loved, no? I apologize for doing some background work on your history, albeit not finding much, but I wanted to know more about you. 

I hope you succeed, My Lady. I wish for you to lay off your burdens and find peace. I want to thank you for making my life bloom with color before I left. Therefore, I have no regrets in life. Although without your permission, allow me to say I love you. I may have never said these words in front of you, and have been contemplating whether or not to say them, but I was too late to decide. Thus, I end my letter with my declaration of love and parting.

I love you so much, My Fair Lady.

— Your former Fatuus underling.

The letter fell from her grasp as she drowned in grief, the ink drowning in her tears, rendering the paragraphs illegible. Was she so distant that you dared not sign your letter intimately? You even addressed her formally, as if it was a report. Why did you stay with someone like her? She knew why, but she refused to acknowledge it. You loved her so much that you put yourself and your pain aside to please her and let yourself get used.

Signora cups your face, gently pressing her warm lips against your forehead, your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, until your cold lips meet with hers. How your lips cuddled against hers, oh so perfectly. Only now did she realize how warm your kisses were, how you would smile and blush, even if it was a quick peck. Those kisses were your kisses, they weren’t Rostam’s.

She was responsible for your death, Signora assures. You may have been planning it for a long time, but her ignorance caused the last blow. Had she not exploited you, you might've still been breathing, and happy with someone who deserves you, someone who would devote their life to you, someone who would love you as you loved her. You were the flower she poisoned and left to wither due to her actions…

Signora truly did not deserve someone like you.

“My name is Rosalyne. Please say it, my name. Please speak, please…”

A blood-chilling cry of grief filled the room when you remained silent, unable to utter the name you yearned to say. You were gone, truly gone. She killed you.

Rosalyne didn’t choose you because you were an image of Rostam. She chose you because you made her feel human. But she was blinded, not realizing the truth behind her emotions.

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“Rosalyne!”

It wasn’t you; it was Rostam.

A/N: For those confused with the ending, Signora follows canon events, which means she's...

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[birthday-hell]

Yukito Ayatsuji

Happy Birthday

December 23

[camisoledadparis]

"Life is unfair. I got nothing but the best."

Jean Marais

He was the muse and lover of the great artist/writer/filmmaker Jean Cocteau, plus he was an actor of considerable skill and certain charisma, a film and theatre director, writer, and visual artist.

Marais was born Jean-Alfred Villain-Marais in Cherbourg to a shoplifting, sometimes violent, sometimes loving mother. He was always drawn to drama of all sorts. Expelled from school when, to amuse his friends, Marais dressed as a girl and flirted with a male teacher. As a kid, Marais worked various jobs including newspaper boy, photographer, and sketch artist.

In 1937, 24-year-old Marais first met the 48-year-old Cocteau. They became acquainted when Marais auditioned for a role in a revival of Cocteau's play OEDIPE-ROI. Cocteau cast Marais for the role, plus he fell madly in love with the young actor.

Marais and Cocteau became partners in life and art. Marais nudged Cocteau to write a special screenplay for him to play the lead role. L'ETERNEL RETOUR (1943) was that film and it became a commercial success and a critical triumph for both the filmmaker and its star.

Marais continued to act in films and plays while the Nazis occupied France during World War II. Both Cocteau and Marais stayed in Paris during the occupation despite the very real danger of having nearly everyone in the city knowing that they were a gay couple. Cocteau had some powerful connections who protected them, even after Marais punched a Vichy critic for writing a bad review of one of Cocteau's plays. Their names were posted in the French press, which was controlled by those nasty Nazis, but because of Cocteau's friends in high places, they avoided being arrested and sent to a concentration camp.

Marais tried to join the Resistance, but he was rejected for being gay and also because of his reputation for speaking candidly. So instead, he volunteered for France's Second Armored Division after the liberation of Paris and drove trucks carrying fuel and ammunition to the frontlines during the Allied invasion of Germany. Marais was eventually awarded the Croix de Guerre for his bravery during his wartime service.

During the Nazi occupation, there were other gay couples in Paris, but it was unusual for any of them to be openly living together, working together, and behaving like a married couple. They were especially brave, even maybe reckless.

After the war in 1946, L'ETERNEL RETOUR was released in the USA introducing Marais to American film fans. Photographs of his handsome face and hot body became a popular pin-up for teenage girls and for gay fans slyly aware of his real relationship with Cocteau.

Cocteau didn't consider himself a filmmaker, but poet, and LA BELLE ET LA BETE (1946), his film masterpiece, plays like a visual poem in which Marais plays three roles.

Although Marais and Cocteau's romance cooled down by the late 1940s, they remained the closest of friends until Cocteau's final credits rolled for good in 1963. After Cocteau died, Marais stated: "I bitterly regret not having spent all of my life serving Cocteau instead of worrying about my own career." Marais enjoyed that career; it lasted more than six decades. His blond, classical good looks and skillful acting can be experienced in more than 100 films and television shows.

In the 1950s, Marais fell in love with American dancer and choreographer George Reich (1926 – 2013). Reich resembled Marais; both were blonde, athletic, and unworldly handsome. Reich was the first classically trained dancer to organize an American-style ballet company in France, The Ballet HO. He danced at the Lido de Paris, the Moulin Rouge, The Ballet De Paris, and in the MGM musical film THE GLASS SLIPPER (1955) with Leslie Caron, plus he provided the choreography for Marlene Dietrich, Joséphine Baker, and Edith Piaf's nightclub acts. Reich and Marais were a couple for more than a decade.

Marais sought to reconcile romantically with Cocteau at the end of the great artist's life, but rebuffed and frustrated, he returned to his old opium habit. Marais had been legally adopted by Cocteau so that he would be his inheritor.

Like Cocteau, Marais had no problem finding the company of handsome younger men. For one of them, Serge Ayala (1943 – 2012), he helped find acting work and legally adopted him as a son, taking the name Serge Villain-Marais. This adopted son became a singer and an actor. Marais enjoyed life with his protégé until he took his final curtain call in 1998, gone from heart failure, just like his former, fabulous, famous lover. The adopted son took his own life in 2012 at 69 years old after troubling inheritance litigation with Marais's estate left him lonely and depressed.

Marais's life story served as the inspiration for François Truffaut's film THE LAST METRO (1980).

Photo: Marais et Cocteau à la terrasse d'un café de Venise, lors de la huitième Mostra de Venise, 1947