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thedamselzelda · 5 months ago

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Break Into Chains

Featuring: Fyodor Dostoevsky & Beast! Dazai Osamu

Summary: Waiting... watching... done. Perhaps, playing this role was meant to take lesser time? Who could know now? Nevertheless, it's a role you must play out to its finale. Who knows what the end might be now? If only your part had been planned out better...

word count: 9.2k+, fem!reader, HOTD!reader → pm!reader (perhaps?), nsfw (domestic abuse [possessive Fyodor, very unhealthy relationship]), reader referred to with other names (no use of y/n), reader's eyes described as violet, Russian words used (general meanings at the end), slightly proofread

Author Note: Dear lord have mercy. This took wayyyyy too much time and for that I am sooooo sorry. I wanted to have this out last week, but the first scene DRAINED ME. I want to remind, or warn readers, this is a Dazai x reader fic, so Fyodor is not painted in good light.

ᡣ𐭩 There's also an additional part at the end since this part has been so delayed. The time is slightly ambiguous since I can't quite say when Dazai becomes PM Boss

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Weeks had passed without a word from Fyodor, lulling you into a false sense of security. Yet, you knew better. His rats - Nikolai chief among them - lurked in the shadows, their watchful eyes ever-present. The unsettling thought that some of your own staff might be secretly under his command gnawed at the edges of your mind. But with the immense pressure of your new responsibilities, you couldn't afford to dwell on such paranoia.

Crisp crinkles echoed through your office as you shuffled through the papers littering your desk. Your eyes darted from document to document, meticulously ensuring everything was in order for the weeks to come. Invoices for food and excess liquor orders were neatly stacked, the staff schedule awaited your final approval, and ornate invitations for a masquerade party - Kōyō's insistence for after the Star Festival - had been prepared. The merger with the Port Mafia had transformed The Midnight's Caress into a whirlwind of activity, far beyond your initial expectations.

A weary sigh escaped your lips as you massaged your temples, the beginnings of a headache pulsing along your brow. A lit cigarette dangled precariously between your fingers, and you took a long, desperate drag, hoping the nicotine would quell the growing tension. The smoke curled lazily in the air, a stark contrast to the frenetic energy that now permeated the club.

When you agreed to sell to Osamu - to the Port Mafia - you hadn't anticipated this surge in business. Moreover, you'd agreed to the club becoming a front for trade, strictly in jewels. It was an additional burden, one you tried to distance yourself from, clinging to the illusion of separation from Mafia affairs.

Thankfully, Osamu had been true to his word, respecting your wish for distance from Mafia affairs. Yet, he kept you informed of pertinent matters, treating you with the consideration typically reserved for a high-ranking executive within the Port Mafia. This delicate balance he struck only served to underscore the undeniable shift in your relationship.

What had begun as harmless weekly chess games had gradually evolved into something more intimate. Weekend dinners became a regular occurrence, followed by conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning, ending only when dawn threatened to break the night's spell. His presence, once a distant memory, now constantly permeated your thoughts, even in sleep. In your dreams, Osamu appeared to you, gentle and caring, showering you with the kind of love he insisted you “deserved.” These nocturnal visions left you feeling both comforted and conflicted, a stark reminder of the complex emotions that still lingered between you.

The lines between past and present, professional and personal, had begun to blur, causing you to find yourself navigating through an increasingly complicated emotional landscape. Osamu's actions spoke of a desire to rebuild what was lost, while your own feelings remained a tumultuous mix of longing, caution, and the ever-present awareness of your true mission.

Your weary eyes drifted to your phone, its white light a stark contrast to the warm yellow glow of your desk lamp. A message from Osamu illuminated the screen:

Osamu:Hey, I'm sorry. I ran into some issues here. I'll be there soon. Did you decide on a place yet?

A small smile tugged at your lips, the domesticity of the message both comforting and unsettling. You extinguished your cigarette in the overflowing ashtray, ash and butts a testament to your increased stress. With a deep breath, you reached for your phone, fingers hovering over the keys as you contemplated your response. The soft glow of the screen illuminated your face in the dimly lit office.

Still settling everything for Kōyō's party in the upcoming weeks. I picked dinner last week, so I'd say it's your turn. Surprise me.

The smile lingered on your lips, a small content sigh escaping through. For a moment, the weight of your responsibilities seemed to lift, replaced by a warm anticipation.

"Who's got you smilin' like that?"

You whipped your head around, heart leaping into your throat at the unexpected voice. Nikolai stood in the shadows, his lanky form materializing as if from thin air.

"Fuckin' shit, Nikolai!" You breathed, slamming your phone screen down upon your desk. Your smile instantly vanished, happiness evaporating. "I have a fucking door!"

You shot your hand up and gestured at the door, only to freeze as it swung open. The atmosphere in the room shifted palpably, the air growing thick with tension as Fyodor entered, Dimitri closing the door behind him with a soft click.

"Fyodor!" You plastered on a smile, rising to your feet. You felt Nikolai watching you, stepping back slightly to allow you to approach the front of your desk.

Fyodor's hand rose slowly, a silent command for silence. His eyes, cold and unreadable, refused to meet yours. "Have you been having a good time, moya zhena? I see you are quite busy."

He gestured to your desk in disarray behind you. You cocked your head, clinging to your facade of innocence. The words fell from your lips quickly, showing your anxiety from the sudden, unexpected intrusion. "Admittedly, business has increased dramatically, which is why I haven’t been regular in our correspondences—"

Nikolai's sharp laughter cut through the air. He held up a champagne bottle, a mocking toast. "No need to be so anxious, Marena. We simply came to... ‘surprise you’, seeing as you sold The Midnight’s Caress and still have ownership. That’s quite interesting."

You shot an irritated glance at Nikolai, who fell back onto chaise with infuriating casualness. Closing your eyes, you shook your head, trying to regain composure. Your eyes fluttered open to look back at Fyodor. "I only sold it to get closer to him. He thinks you're abusing me. I'm using that to our advantage."

"But why would I harm you, moya dorogaya zhena?" Fyodor's gloomy expression finally rose to meet yours, his eyes boring into you with unsettling intensity. His eyes shimmered slightly, as if trying to coax you into a sense of security. "I love you."

Irritated by his selection of reply, your eyebrow twitched involuntarily. His cold tone a stark contrast against his words. "Of course, moya lyubov'. I know that. Just as I love you."

Fyodor moved towards you, his gaze never wavering. Your body reacted instinctively, inching backward till you brushed against your desk, betraying your mind's attempt at control. "Yet, you cower from me."

Your eyes darted between his, desperately searching for the motive behind this unexpected visit. Panic rose in your throat; Osamu would be arriving soon, and Fyodor couldn't be here when he did. "I just… feel your impatience, moy dorogoy; your unrest. I assure you; I’m working my way back in. The Book will be ours."

Fyodor’s lips curled down; you could see he was no longer interested in your promises, your efforts. "Still, I see no progress from you. You have yet to even pass through the threshold of the Port Mafia’s doors."

"I—"

Before you could explain yourself, Nikolai's voice cut through, uncharacteristically low and ominous. "The rats have watched you, Marena. And unfortunately for you, they've whispered of your betrayal in the dark halls."

Your jaw clenched involuntarily as he continued, "Fyodor doesn’t exactly see your late-night rendezvous with Dazai as productive.” Nikolai's lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Who knows what the two of you have been up to?"

The implication hung heavy in the air, a deliberate attempt to unsettle you and sow further doubt in Fyodor's mind. You fought to keep your expression neutral, acutely aware of the growing tension in the room and the dangerous ground you now tread.

Your chest heaved with each breath, anger and fear coursing through your veins. But you refused to continue to cower before them. "Of course you've been watching me. Whispering lies into my husband's ear." You raised your chin, forcing steel into your gaze. "You have been envious of me since the moment he brought me in."

Your ears began to ring loudly from Nikolai’s boisterous laughter. You gritted your teeth, becoming increasingly irritated by his presence. Nikolai’s laughter faded into a malevolent grin. "Envious? Oh, Marena, don’t be absurd! Who could envy a woman who clings to men who see her as nothing but a tool?"

You remained silent, taken aback by his venomous words. A flicker of hope prompted you to glance at Fyodor, expecting him to intervene, to silence Nikolai's disrespect. But as your eyes met his impassive gaze, the harsh truth crystallized - Fyodor was no longer your ally.

The realization hit you like a physical blow. Months of delayed progress, your prolonged failure to retrieve The Book, had worn Fyodor's patience. Nikolai, ever the opportunist, had seized upon this, whispering doubts and suspicions into your husband's ear. Now, standing before you, Fyodor was a stranger; his former affection now completely erased, replaced by cold calculation.

You felt Nikolai's gaze bore into you, his words continued cold and calculated. "Dazai’s affection doesn’t make you special. To him, you're just another expendable pawn in his grand game. And Fyodor," he gestured towards your husband, "anyone could see he doesn't favor you out of love; he pities you! You're nothing more than a tragic puppet, dancing on strings held by men who will never see you as their equal!"

Your eyes fluttered, a tempest of emotions raging behind them. Frustration and anger simmered in your veins, not just at Nikolai's cutting words about Osamu - words you knew to be far from the truth - but at your own naivety. The realization crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you clear minded for the first time in ages.

Fury ignited in your gaze as you locked eyes with Fyodor. "Is that so?" The words escaped as a low, dangerous murmur. You searched his face one last time, hoping against hope to find a glimmer of the man you thought you had married. But there was nothing - only a cold, calculating stranger stared back.

"It makes so much more sense now," you continued, your voice gaining strength with each word. Fyodor's head tilted slightly, a flicker of intrigue crossing his otherwise impassive features. He seemed curious about the conclusions you were drawing from Nikolai's taunts.

"I was a girl wanting freedom and you saw that dream in me, and so you seized the opportunity. You wanted to dangle me in front of Dazai this whole time," you spat, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place with sickening clarity. "That's why you insisted I return home! So you could give him a taste of something he couldn’t have. You lulled me into a false sense of security, fed me morsels of affection to temper my cravings, all to push me towards retrieving The Book! Not for us! But for you!"

Throughout your revelation, Fyodor's expression remained stoic, unmoved by your piecing together of his elaborate scheme. His lack of reaction only confirmed your suspicions, twisting the knife deeper. You were intelligent - Fyodor had always known this. It was inevitable that the facade would eventually crumble, that the truth would come to light.

You took an intentional step forward, and it was now Fyodor who took a slight step back.

"Now, you cower from me." You laughed, a sound tinged with both bitterness and newfound resolve. The sound cut through the tense silence, causing Nikolai to stiffen slightly in the background. Your eyes never left Fyodor's as you closed the distance between you, each step deliberate and measured.

You stopped mere inches from him, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath. The familiar scent of his scent, once comforting, now seemed nauseating and oppressive. Still, you didn't flinch or back away. Instead, you tilted your chin upward, meeting his gaze with unwavering defiance. Your proximity forced Fyodor to look down at you, a subtle shift in the power dynamic. Despite the slight height difference, it was clear you were not intimidated. Your body language radiated confidence, a stark contrast to the meek subordinate he had expected you to remain.

Your lips curved into a smirk, a dangerous glint in your eyes. Fyodor mirrored your expression, his own smile cold and calculating. The air between you crackled with tension, two predators sizing each other up. Your voice dropped to a menacing whisper; each word laced with deadly intent.

"You gravely misjudged me, Fyodor. You saw a vulnerable girl to be manipulated, a pawn in your grand design." Your eyes narrowed, boring into his with unwavering intensity. "But soon, you'll witness the true nature of the Port Mafia's Izanami. And you'll realize just how badly you've miscalculated. With every new life you assume, ty chertov ublyudok, I will find you and kill you, again and again, until the day comes when you can’t tell where you end and the life you stole begins."

Fyodor's lips curled into a cold smile. "Eto tak?" he replied, his voice dripping with mockery as he echoed your words. His eyebrow arched, a gesture of casual dismissal that belied the tension in the room. "Well, Izanami, I think that you'll find that your role here is not quite yet finished."

As Fyodor spoke, his lifeless gaze slid past you, settling on Nikolai. The abrupt shift in his attention left you reeling, a sudden vertigo gripping you. An icy tendril of dread snaked down your spine as Fyodor turned away, his lack of retaliation more unnerving than any threat.

In that disorienting moment, the gravity of your mistake crashed over you. You had fixated on Fyodor, forgetting the other dangerous player in the room. The air grew thick, almost suffocating, as time seemed to stretch and warp. Your instincts screamed a warning, every nerve on high alert.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

A whisper of movement behind you sent alarm bells ringing through your body. Pure instinct took over, your mind barely catching up as you spun around. Your eyes widened in horror as they locked onto Nikolai's form. His face wore a sadistic smile, eyes glinting with cold purpose as his arm arced through the air.

Desperately, you threw up your arm in a futile attempt at protection. However, it did no good as the champagne bottle connected with brutal force, shattering against your skull with a sickening crack. A shower of glass shards rained down, mixing with the sticky liquid that now saturated your hair and trickled down your face. A sharp, burning pain lanced through your forearm where the bottle's jagged edge had sliced into your skin.

The world lurched violently, your vision swimming in and out of focus. Agony exploded through your head, each pulse sending waves of nausea and pain radiating outward. You staggered, your legs threatening to give way as your senses overloaded, struggling to process the sudden assault.

Across your back, you felt the sharp, stinging pain of multiple lacerations. The acrid smell of champagne mixed with the metallic tang of blood, confirming your suspicions about the source of these new wounds - the shattered remains of the bottle that had started this brutal assault.

Nikolai then seemingly darted around you with intentional speed, exploiting his ability to materialize in your blind spots. Your eyes desperately tried to track his movements, but he always seemed one step ahead, vanishing and reappearing like a malevolent specter. The sharp sting of alcohol assaulted your vision, and as you struggled to blink away the burning sensation, a sickening crack echoed through the air.

A crushing force collided with your right arm, the impact reverberating through your body. Your mind reeled as you imagined the bone splintering beneath your skin, fragmenting into a thousand jagged pieces. A guttural cry escaped your lips as your arm went limp, hanging uselessly at your side. Before you could process the agony, another vicious blow struck the same shoulder, intensifying the waves of pain coursing through your body.

Despite the overwhelming pain, survival instinct kicked in. You fought back with desperate, uncoordinated movements. Your uninjured arm flailed wildly, fingers grasping at the air where Nikolai had been just moments before. If you could just make contact, just brush his skin with your fingertips, you knew it would all be over. Your ability would cease this nightmare. However, Nikolai was too quick, too practiced. He danced just out of reach, leaving nothing but empty air in your grasp. Your frustration mounted with each failed attempt, the realization of your powerlessness adding a new layer of anguish to your physical torment. The bitter taste of failure mingled with the blood in your mouth. As your body screamed in agony as the assault continued, hit after hit, a different kind of pain blossomed within your chest. Resentment bubbled up, hot and caustic, directed not just at your attackers but at yourself.

You wrestled with the dawning realization, desperately trying to silence the insidious voice in your mind. It whispered at first, then grew to a deafening roar with each passing moment of agony. "You fool," it seemed to taunt, the words reverberating through your battered psyche. "Look at the mess you've made of things."

Your thoughts drifted to that sun-drenched day at the quaint café in Italy, the scent of espresso and freshly baked cornetti, and the charming smile across from you still vivid in your memory. But no, you sowed the seeds of your downfall were planted even earlier. You recalled the day Osamu approached you, his eyes a frenzy of emotions, seeking reassurance as he grappled with the weight of his sudden succession. Instead of offering support and feeling relief at the resolution, you had chosen indifference, allowing bitterness to take root in your heart. Was it not you who had longed for it more?

It seemed trivial now to dwell on the chain of decisions that had led you to this moment of reckoning. Yet, as your body gave way and you crumpled to your knees on the cold, unforgiving floor, these memories were all you could cling to, a lifeline in the sea of pain and regret threatening to drown you.

"Please..." The word escaped your lips as a barely audible whisper, a final, desperate plea. Despite its softness, it was enough to give Nikolai pause, his imposing figure freezing mid-motion.

Fyodor's voice sliced through the tense silence, calm yet commanding. "I do believe that gets the point across. Thank you, Nikolai."

As the tears cleared your vision and burning, you saw Nikolai step back, lowering his improvised weapon—an ornate, silver candelabra from your office, now stained with crimson. A bitter chuckle escaped your lips, bordering on hysteria. Your hand had gone numb, and a vice-like pressure tightened around your chest. It took every ounce of strength to keep your head lifted as Fyodor approached, replacing Nikolai's looming presence.

He crouched before you, raising his hand to thread his fingers through your matted, sticky locks. "Moy malen'kaya mysh'," he murmured.

A solitary tear escaped as you attempted to turn away in disgust, but Fyodor cupped your cheek with unsettling tenderness, like a lover trying to soothe your pain. His thumb gently wiped away the tear threatening to streak your bruising skin. He shushed you softly as your lip quivered, unable to contain your anguish.

"I will give you one more chance, moya samaya bol'shaya lyubov'. Perhaps this will help get you through the guarded gates of the Port Mafia." Fyodor said, his voice a velvet caress as he stroked your head. Despite his gentle demeanor, the weight of his power over you was palpable. Your breath caught in your throat at his next words. "But if you fail me, I will have that detective you are so fond of gutted."

Your eyes fluttered as fresh tears welled up and spilled over. You shook your head weakly, your pleas barely above a whisper. "No... no, please."

Fyodor's smile was soft, almost benevolent, as he leaned in to press his lips against yours. You squeezed your eyes shut in revulsion, forcing yourself to return the twisted show of affection. As he pulled away, he hovered mere inches from your face, his breath warm against your skin. "I hope you're creative with my death this time," he murmured, his words laced with dark anticipation. "Just one page, moy dorogoy. That's all I need. Bring me one page from The Book within a month’s time, and perhaps, I'll reconsider the detective's fate. Fail me again, and... well, let's hope it doesn't come to that."

You remained motionless as Fyodor rose, your eyes tracking his every movement as his attention shifted back to Nikolai. Each breath became increasingly laborious, pain radiating through your body in waves, discovering new territories of agony with each passing moment. The metallic taste of blood lingered on your tongue.

As Nikolai moved to open the door for their departure, Fyodor's gaze returned to you, his eyes glinting with a mixture of possessiveness and cruel amusement. His voice, smooth as silk yet sharp as a blade, cut through the heavy air between you.

"Despite Nikolai's charged words, Dazai evidently still harbors feelings for you. But, moya dorogoy zhena," he paused, "he will do what he must to achieve his goals. You are nothing more than an obstacle for him, a fleeting distraction."

Fyodor's lips curled into a smile that never reached his eyes as he delivered his final, chilling statement. "To me, you are everything, moy angel smerti. You would do well to remember that."

The words hung in the air, as stale as the empty promise of helping you. As the door closed behind them, leaving you alone with your pain and the weight of Fyodor's threat, you couldn't help but feel the noose of circumstances tightening around you.

You winced, a sharp hiss escaping through clenched teeth as you gingerly cradled your broken arm, drawing it close to your body. The initial surge of adrenaline began to ebb away, leaving in its wake a tide of overwhelming pain and exhaustion. Your eyelids grew heavier with each passing moment, the world around you starting to blur at the edges.

From somewhere far away, as if through a thick fog, you heard the faint buzzing of your phone vibrating on the desk. Osamu calling, no doubt. A part of you yearned to answer, to hear his voice, but your limbs felt leaden, unresponsive. In that moment of weakness, you found yourself hoping—praying even to whatever cruel deity might exist— that Osamu would somehow sense your distress and come to find you.

As your eyes fluttered closed, fresh tears carved warm trails down your cheeks. Fyodor's words echoed in your mind, a haunting refrain. Even in this dire situation, with your relationship to Fyodor taking this twisted new turn, you couldn't bear the thought of Oda becoming a target. You tried to steady your breathing, pursing your lips with each labored exhale as you tilted your head back, fighting against the encroaching darkness.

The phone continued to buzz, the sound becoming from further and further away. With immense effort, you attempted to rise, to crawl towards that lifeline. But your body betrayed you, and you pitched forward, your cheek connecting with the plush fibers of your new rug. Another one to be replaced… Your vision narrowed to a pinpoint, then faded to black. The last vibration of your phone became nothing more than an auditory ghost, dissipating as consciousness slipped away.

Osamu, what did I do…

Osamu's leg bounced incessantly as he sat in the back of the sleek black car, the soft leather seat doing little to calm his fraying nerves. He cursed under his breath, pressing his hand firmly against his thigh in a futile attempt to still the movement. The usually composed Mafia executive was irritated with himself, his calm facade cracking under the weight of his tumultuous thoughts.

Neon lights from the bustling Yokohama nightlife flashed across his face in a dizzying array of colors, muddling the conflict swirling within his mind. Tonight. It had to be tonight. The mantra repeated in his mind, a mix of determination and barely contained anxiety. He was going to ask you to return to the Port Mafia, to come back to his side where you belonged. The very thought sent a tremor through his body, a potent cocktail of exhilaration and terror coursing through his veins.

God, how he hoped you had sensed his intentions during the past weeks—surely you must have. All those carefully orchestrated conversations, the gradual sharing of executive-level information... He'd watched you absorb it all, your eyes lighting up with that familiar spark of intrigue and excitement. If anything, that light seemed even brighter than in the other universes he glimpsed in his dreams and visions.

Osamu's mind reeled, memories from alternate realities blurring together in a kaleidoscope of possibilities. In every version, you were there, a constant by his side across the multiverse. Here, now, in this world - why should it be any different? It shouldn't. It couldn't be any longer. The separation had gone on far too long already.

But what if...? No. He violently shoved the doubt aside, refusing to let it take root. You'd been so receptive, so eager to engage with Mafia matters again, even if there had been initial hesitation. Surely that meant something. It had to.

He needed you back. The Mafia needed you. But if he was honest with himself - a rarity for the guarded man - he longed for your return on a level that transcended mere organizational goals. You made him feel... whole. Grounded. Like the best version of himself, a feeling he'd been desperately missing since your departure.

What if he pushed too hard? What if this was the mistake that finally drove you away for good? The thought made his chest constrict painfully, his breath catching for a moment.

No. He couldn't think like that. In every universe, in every reality, you belonged at his side. This one couldn't be the exception. He wouldn't allow it to be.

His hand moved instinctively, reaching into his breast pocket to retrieve his phone. With slightly trembling fingers, he punched in your number, holding the device to his ear. The monotonous rings gave way to your familiar voicemail greeting: "Thanks for giving me a call! Sorry I can't get to my phone right now!"

Osamu frowned, a new thread of worry weaving its way through his already tangled thoughts. Why weren't you answering? Surely, you were just attending to matters within the club, your phone left behind in your office. Yes, that had to be it.

"You 'ight, boss?"

Osamu's gaze snapped up to the rearview mirror, meeting Albatross' concerned look. He cleared his throat, forcing himself back to the present moment.

"Yes, Albatross," he replied, his voice steadier than he felt as he closed his phone with a swift motion. "Our ETA?"

"Just under two, sir."

He hummed in acknowledgment, his fingers seeking out the familiar texture of his silk scarf, fidgeting with it to channel his nervous energy. As his eye darted about the passing streetscape, he fought against the nagging thoughts threatening to overwhelm him.

For what if you refused, purely out of fear of Fyodor retaliating? Or what if...? No. Here he was once more fighting himself. He couldn't let himself go down that path. You would see reason. You had to. Because the alternative – a world where you weren't by his side – was simply unthinkable. Especially now, with the clock ticking relentlessly on his grand plan. Osamu was acutely aware of the limited time he had left in this world, and he was determined to spend as much of it as possible with you. Every moment was precious, every shared experience a treasure to be cherished before the inevitable end. He needed you back, not just for the Mafia, not just for his plans, but for himself – to make these final chapters of his story truly meaningful.

Osamu exhaled sharply through pursed lips as Albatross brought the sleek black car to an abrupt stop outside The Midnight's Caress. The club's neon sign bathed the street in a garish blue glow, highlighting the queue of patrons eager to enter your establishment.

"I'll only be a moment," Osamu said, his voice taut as he slipped his phone back into his jacket pocket. His fingers curled around the door handle. "We'll be going to Azamino Ukai-tei once I return."

Albatross let out a derisive snort, his eyes meeting Osamu's in the rearview mirror. "Azamino Ukai-tei? Seriously, boss? Taking her to such a fancy place?" He shook his head, not bothering to hide his disdain. "What's next, gonna get down on one knee? Oh wait—" He paused for effect, his lips curling into a smirk. "Forgot she's already got that rat bastard."

Osamu froze, his knuckles whitening on the door handle as he shot a sharp glare at his subordinate. The caustic comment struck a nerve, but he couldn't entirely fault Albatross for his opinion. The other Flags shared similar sentiments about you.

"That's enough, Albatross," Osamu warned, his voice low and dangerous despite the turmoil roiling within him.

Albatross raised his hands in mock surrender, but the sarcasm in his voice was palpable. "Sure thing, boss. Just remember, some stray cats ain't worth bringing home, no matter how pretty they are."

Osamu gave a heavy sigh, too preoccupied with his own emotional storm to properly address Albatross's insolence. "We'll be down soon," he muttered, yanking the car door open and slamming it shut behind him, the sound echoing in the night air as he tried to push Albatross's words from his mind. Damn that man and his sharp tongue. It was an unwelcome reminder of how The Flags disapproved of you, a fact that had been a constant thorn in his side even before your departure.

He couldn't help but recall that day - the five remaining Flags and you, standing in his office with heads bowed in shame. The memory was etched into his mind, a permanent reminder of the crime committed within Port Mafia walls. What had been done was done. All six of you bore the consequences of your actions from that day forward, and he knew he couldn't fix what had been permanently damaged, no matter how much he wished otherwise.

Shaking his head to escape his thoughts, Osamu strode towards the club's entrance and was recognized immediately. The doorman stepped aside with a respectful nod. Osamu returned it with a curt nod and faint smile of his own, passing the threshold of curious onlookers. His eye took in the full crowd before him, an impressive amount on the Thursday night. He searched among the throngs for any sign of you, desperate to catch a glimpse of those amethyst eyes he knew so well. But among the bustle of staff and club-goers, he found no trace of you. Strange, he thought. He'd expected you to be downstairs, if not waiting for his arrival.

Without your guiding presence, he found it oddly difficult to navigate the crowd. To the drunkards and oblivious patrons, he was no one important - a foreign feeling in a city where nearly everyone feared the Port Mafia's presence. As he moved through, his gaze caught a few staff members whispering and glancing his way. Their eyes held judgment and cruelty, something he hadn't seen in them before tonight. It was as if he was unwelcome in the building he'd visited so many times before.

The longer he watched, the more they seemed to scurry away, like rats exposed to sudden light. Shadows darted across his peripheral vision, always just out of sight when he turned to look. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he approached the first flight of stairs. Something was wrong here; he could feel it in the oppressive silence and the stale air that clung to his skin. But what exactly? And where were you? The questions echoed in his mind, amplifying his growing anxiety.

His feet carried him upward as quickly as his thoughts raced, skipping up the flights with increasing urgency. The banister felt sticky beneath his palm, and he could have sworn he heard whispers emanating from behind the peeling wallpaper. His breath came in short, sharp bursts as he climbed higher, the pit within his stomach churning with each step.

The stairwell seemed to stretch endlessly before him, twisting and turning like a maze, though he knew it wasn’t so. Dim, flickering lights cast grotesque shapes on the walls, transforming innocent shadows into menacing silhouettes. He pressed on shaking the visions from his mind, driven by a mixture of fear and determination, his senses hyperaware of every sneer and whisper within the building. If he hadn’t been able to negate other’s abilities, he would assume these visions to be the works of another ability user. Unfortunately for Osamu, they were common works of his own mind, something he hadn’t quite yet become familiar with as negative thoughts poured in to drown him.

Alarms rang within his ears as he yanked himself onto the third landing, his bandages feeling damp and sticky against his skin from the sudden exertion. His unbandaged eye immediately locked onto the empty door frame of your office, conspicuously devoid of Dimitri's imposing presence. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of darkness visible through the gap, but not enough for him to peer inside.

He swallowed hard as he caught his breath, the taste of adrenaline bitter on his tongue. His hair, slightly damp with sweat, fell slightly into his face, obscuring his vision. With trembling fingers, he ran a hand through the tangled strands, pushing them back. His other hand reached out tentatively to tap the door open.

As the door widened with an ominous creak, his worst fears were justified. There you were, motionless in the dim light filtering through the blinds drawn over the office windows. Your name fell from his lips, quietly at first, a desperate whisper in the silence. Then, as his leaden feet carried him forward, your name escaped louder, echoing off the walls in hopes of rousing you from your unnatural stillness.

His eye roved over your still figure, taking in every detail with growing dread. Your head was slumped forward, a curtain of hair cascading down to hide your face from view. Your back was pressed against the front paneling of your desk. In your lap, you cradled one arm, the angle suggesting injury or worse.

"Bella?" Osamu's hands trembled as he gingerly brushed your hair from your face, his nostrils flaring at the pungent scent of alcohol mingled with something metallic. His unbandaged eye roved across your features, his heart clenching at the sight of fresh crimson droplets and forming bruises marring your skin. As his fingers found purchase upon your cheeks, he released a shaky sigh of relief when you grimaced, your eyes slowly fluttering open.

"Osamu?" Your voice, barely above a whisper, sent a jolt through him. He watched, transfixed, as tears escaped from your eyes, leaving glistening trails down your battered face.

He managed a weak smile, feeling his own eyes well up. Internally, he cursed as the bandage over his left eye became damp. The urge to protect you, to shield you from further harm, overwhelmed him. Before he could stop himself, he pulled you toward his chest, wincing as you let out a sharp groan.

"I'm sorry, I..." Osamu's voice trailed off, the words catching in his throat. Seeing you in such a state was excruciating, and the weight of guilt pressed down on him. He should have been there, should have prevented this. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been here sooner.”

Your hand found his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, savoring the warmth. His forehead touched yours, as he inhaled sharply to calm himself. It grounded him, a reminder that you were still here, still fighting.

"Osamu... I just want to go home. Please take me home..." The desperation in your voice tore at him. He gazed into your bloodshot, teary eyes, his chest tightening at how small and vulnerable you looked. It was a far cry from your usual commanding presence, and it shook him to his core. You gasped as more tears fell, "I can’t take this anymore."

"Of course. Of course, cara mia..." Osamu's mind raced, considering the implications. The guests couldn't see you like this - he knew how fiercely you guarded your image. And the staff... a cold realization settled over him. Despite your careful selection, he was now certain they were plants, watching your every move.

With slightly trembling hands, he fished out his phone. "I'll call Chūya... and Doc. You'll need to see Doc." He hated how rushed and unpolished his words sounded, so unlike his usual eloquence.

Your vigorous refusal caught him off guard; you shook your head and weakly pushed away from him. He watched, heart in his throat, as you tried to stand, only to pitch forward dangerously.

“Stop,” he scolded gently, your name a worried hiss on his lips. "You'll surely only hurt yourself further. Chūya will clear the club, but you need to see Doc."

As he cradled you against his shoulder, dialing the phone, Osamu felt the weight of responsibility settle heavily upon him. Your whispered words about them, The Flags, wanting you dead sent a chill down his spine, but he pushed the thought aside. Right now, getting you help was all that mattered.

When Albatross answered, Osamu steeled his voice, pushing down the worry that threatened to break through. "Albatross, I need you to go get Chūya and Doc. Bring them here immediately." As he spoke, he tightened his protective hold on you, silently vowing that no further harm would come to you on his watch.

"Course, Boss. We'll be back in five."

Osamu closed his phone with a soft click, his attention immediately falling back onto you. His hands, usually so steady and sure, trembled slightly as he pulled the maroon silk scarf from around his neck. “They broke your arm...” he muttered, his voice low and seething with barely contained rage.

With an attempted gentle precision, he wrapped the silk around your forearm, fashioning a makeshift sling. Each wince or groan you let out cut through him like a knife, and he found himself whispering "sorry" with every slight tug and pull. Osamu tried his best to be gentle, but his anger made his movements less fluid than usual. His mind raced with violent thoughts of retribution against Fyodor. If he had the time, if it fit into his plans, he would kill the man without hesitation. It was only your voice, weak but present, that pulled him back from the brink of that consuming rage.

"Why would you command them to help me? It just further cultivates that issue. I can't take back what I did to Piano Man, and they will always hold it against me."

His eye found yours as he reached up to tie a knot of silk behind your head. The warmth of your gaze steadied him somewhat. I would like to think... we've all grown since that day," he said softly, hoping his words held more truth than he feared.

You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily; the sound filled with a weariness that made Osamu's heart ache. He carefully maneuvered behind you, leaning back against the front of your desk. His hands, gentle but insistent, urged you to lean back, to rest against him as they awaited Albatross and the others.

He cradled you close, his arms forming a protective cage around you. The fear of losing you, of you slipping away from this world and leaving him behind, gnawed at the edges of his mind. Your head fell back upon his shoulder, and you looked up at him, your eyes capturing his in a moment of shared vulnerability.“I don't think Chūya's grown at all... especially height wise.”

Osamu felt you give a pitiful huff of a laugh, your lips curling into a weak smile. Despite the gravity of the situation, he couldn't help but feel a small spark of relief at your attempt at humor. It was so quintessentially you, finding levity even in the darkest moments. He allowed himself a small chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest against your back.

"Perhaps not vertically, no. Though his ego has grown to compensate. It's a wonder he can still fit through doorways."

Osamu felt a warmth bloom in his chest as he heard you manage a weak laugh. The sound, though faint, stirred memories of happier times, of shared laughter and stolen moments before everything had fallen apart. His lips curved into a bittersweet smile, unseen by you but evident in the way his arms gently caged around you. He finally allowed himself to savor the feeling of you in his arms, finally returned to him, and despite everything, still able to laugh at his quips about Chūya.

🎹 𝒮𝑜𝓃, 𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝑀𝑒 𝒜 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎

Your head quickly bowed down as the slam of the double doors reverberated behind you, the sound adding to the tense atmosphere of Dazai's office. In your peripheral vision, you saw Lippmann jump slightly, his eyes squeezed shut and slightly puffy from what you assumed was a mix of stress and sorrow.

You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath that did little to calm your nerves. The scent of polished wood and old leather filled your nostrils, a familiar smell that now seemed tainted by the gravity of the situation. You knew nothing productive would come of this; it wasn't exactly your fault. However, if Dazai didn't take action, it would only solidify the views, the opinions, and the overall stance that The Flags and the Port Mafia held of you.

Dazai swiftly passed all six of you who stood before his desk, his coat billowing slightly with the rapid movement. The sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor seemed unnaturally loud in the silence. Chūya was the first to break the oppressive quiet, his voice tight with tension, "Da—Boss, you have to know this wasn't our fault."

Your head shot up, eyes darting over to him, a mix of disbelief and anger flaring within you. "Why? Because you'd claim it was all me?" The words came out sharper than you intended, laced with bitterness.

Chūya's bi-colored eyes met yours, a challenge evident in his gaze. "Well, if you wanna admit to it?" His tone was equally caustic, the underlying tension between you palpable.

Your lips parted as you attempted to shoot back at him, but you were cut off by Dazai’s booming voice.

"Shut up! Both of you." Dazai's angry tone cut through the air like a whip, emanating from behind his desk. He was leaning over, hastily flipping through the report, his movements jerky with barely contained fury. The atmosphere in the room grew even heavier, if that was possible. It was clear that Dazai was beyond angry - this kind of infighting was unacceptable, something even Mori wouldn't have tolerated.

"I honestly don't care who started it," Dazai said, looking up from the papers, his single visible eye scanning the group before him. "I just want to understand what happened to cause this. I shouldn't be standing before the six of you with a member of The Flags, a member of the Mafia, dead within my building."

All of you stood in uncomfortable silence. For once, Albatross, usually quick with a quip or comment, was silent, seemingly at a loss for words. Doc kept his gaze fixed on the floor, anxiously pushing and pulling his IV drip beside him, the soft squeaking of its wheels the only sound in the room. Iceman, true to his taciturn nature, remained stoic and silent, having been merely a witness to the events that had unfolded.

"So?" Dazai's eye scanned all of you again, his gaze falling upon you last. You steeled yourself, looking back at him, unflinching. You could feel the pain emanating from him, see it in the way his eye closed momentarily, his head falling into a slight shake of disappointment.

Unsurprisingly to you, it was Lippmann who stepped forward, the movement causing you to roll your eyes. You knew him well enough to anticipate what was coming - some elaborate story crafted to soften the blow, to shift blame or minimize the severity of what had occurred. As he composed himself and opened his mouth to speak, you braced yourself for whatever tale he was about to spin.

"Boss," he began, his voice a perfect blend of concern and disappointment, "I'm afraid what we witnessed today was a grave lapse in judgment and control from our... esteemed colleague."

He gestured towards you with a subtle, dismissive wave. "Piano Man, while admittedly agitated, was merely expressing concerns shared by many within our ranks. His approach may have been… unorthodox, but his intentions were rooted in loyalty to the Port Mafia."

Lippmann's eyes darted to you briefly, and you furrowed your eyebrows causing him to refocus on Dazai. "Unfortunately, instead of de-escalating the situation as one might expect from a sub executive, Izanami here resorted to... extreme measures. Whether this was due to a lack of proper training, an inability to handle pressure, or perhaps," he paused meaningfully, "other motivations, I cannot say."

His voice lowered, taking on a conspiratorial tone. "It pains me to suggest this, Boss, but we must consider the possibility that this incident was not entirely accidental. The speed and finality with which Piano Man was dispatched raises... questions about intent and premeditation."

Lippmann straightened, his expression a mask of regret. "I fear this tragic event may be symptomatic of larger issues within our organization. Issues of favoritism, perhaps, or the granting of positions beyond one's capabilities. It's not my place to question your decisions, Boss, but for the sake of the Port Mafia, we must address these concerns."

Your eyes flashed with anger as you stepped forward, turning to face them all, ignoring Dazai's growing protests. "Is that how you would describe Piano Man's unprovoked attack on me? As 'expressing concerns'?" Your voice trembled with barely contained fury.

"As I've said countless times before, though I was born and raised in the Mafia, I still worked and earned my position. My role began long before Dazai stepped into his position as our boss."

You looked among the group, your gaze lingering on each face - men you once respected, now twisted by their silent misjudgment and apparent willingness to see you harmed.

"I will not apologize for defending myself against Piano Man, especially if this is how the five of you choose to twist events - painting me as some sort of liability or threat to be eliminated." Your voice rose, filled with indignation. "I have never once plotted against Dazai or the Port Mafia, nor will I ever. My loyalty to this organization goes far beyond the petty jealousy and baseless accusations you're throwing around."

Your eyes locked onto Lippmann, your words sharp and precise. "Your insinuations about 'favoritism' and questioning my capabilities are nothing but thinly veiled attempts to undermine my position. I've proven my worth time and time again, and I won't stand here and let you rewrite history to suit your narrative."

The room fell into an unbelievable silence, the air thick with tension. Even the usually persistent squeak of the IV pole's wheels had halted, as if the inanimate object itself was holding its breath. The lights dimmed dramatically, casting long shadows across the faces of those present, as your words hung heavy in the air.

As one, you all turned your attention to the screen that had silently lowered before the windows. The footage flickered to life, replaying the incident in the hallway with stark clarity.

There you were, walking purposefully down the corridor, your stride confident until the moment Piano Man and the other Flags called out to you. You watched yourself turn to meet them; your body language open, ready to converse. Yet, even through the silent playback, it was clear how quickly the conversation soured.

Piano Man circled you in the video, his movements predatory. As you watched, you relived the moment in your head, the echo of his insinuated insults ringing in your ears. His lips moved, forming words you could still hear clearly: accusations of your rapid rise through the ranks being due solely to your relationship with Dazai, claims that his love for you was a weakness.

The footage showed you lunging at Piano Man, your face contorted with rage at his comments. Immediately, all the men around you raised their weapons, causing you to freeze in place. You watched Piano Man's lips move again, hearing his taunting words from just hours before: "Let's see how fearsome you are, “great” Izanami."

Your gaze flickered away from the screen to Dazai. He was lounged back in his office chair, a cigarette dangling precariously from his fingers, its ash growing long and threatening to fall. You gritted your teeth, a mix of emotions swirling within you. How did you get here? Looking toward your lover for some form of help, even as you knew it would be considered unwise for him to play favorites. Yet, you could admit he always did. The easier jobs, the safer ones, always fell to you. He had ensured you were fully moved into the penthouse with him, safe from anyone who would attempt to harm you otherwise... well, in hindsight, you hadn't expected this.

Your attention reluctantly returned to the camera feed. You watched as Piano Man swiftly moved to wrap the piano wires around your throat, the thin metal glinting in the hallway light. A part of you wondered if he would have actually killed you, or if this was all some twisted hazing ritual to force you to stand down from your position. It didn't matter now.

The final moments played out on screen - you, standing before Piano Man, blood pouring from his eyes and ears. It seemed surreal, like watching an out-of-body experience.

"From what I can tell... she was provoked into attacking." Dazai's voice cut through the tense silence, startling everyone.

No one said a thing in response. The men only looked back at you, their gazes a mix of fear, disgust, and something akin to awe. To them, you were an unnatural anomaly that shouldn't have existed.

"I expect this to never happen again. Do I make myself clear?" Dazai's voice cut through the tension, stern and final. Yet Chūya, his face flushed with anger, still felt the need to avenge his fallen friend.

"That's it?" Chūya's voice was loud and rough, grating against your ears like sandpaper. "She gets no punishment?"

You scoffed, your patience wearing thin. "Here I was going to let this go, but what about you five getting punished? You all ganged up on me! Watched him and let it happen!" You took several purposeful strides toward Chūya, getting close enough to see the flecks of gold in his blue eye. "You are just as much of a guilty party as I am!"

"You privileged ass bitch; you better get out of my face!" Chūya's words were laced with venom, his body tensing as if ready to strike.

You puffed out your chest, outstretching your arms in a challenge. "Or what, Chūya? Gonna finish the job?!"

Before either of you could make another move, Dazai was between you, his movements so swift you hadn't even seen him leap from his seat. One hand gripped your wrist tightly, the other pressed firmly against Chūya's chest.

"This is done, now!" Dazai's voice was sharp, brooking no argument. You huffed as his grasp on your wrist tightened, a warning. His gaze scanned yours, which was still locked in a fierce staring match with Chūya. A guttural sound of frustration escaped Dazai's lips as he looked up at the remaining Flags. "Leave!"

They scurried out quickly, but you barely noticed. Chūya was all you could see, red clouding your vision like a bloody mist.

"You get off scot-free while my friend is dead! All 'cause you fuck the boss!" Chūya's words dripped with accusation and bitterness.

In a moment of blind rage, you spat in his face, mentally thankful for Dazai's unyielding grip on your wrist.

"I oughta kill you and get your misery over with!" Chūya snarled, his hand twitching towards his hat.

"Chūya!" Dazai's voice cracked like a whip as he pushed hard against his chest, forcing him back several feet.

"Why don't you then? Huh? You'd be doing me a big favor if I never have to deal with you again!" The words tore from your throat, raw and angry.

Dazai hissed your name, pulling you from Chūya's line of sight. You tore your arm away, huffing as you stormed over to the bookshelf, seeking some semblance of calm.

Your eyes darted over the book titles, desperately trying to settle your frayed nerves. Behind you, you could hear hushed murmuring interspersed with Chūya's occasional outbursts. You narrowed your eyes, attempting to stay focused on the shelves before you. Your fingers traced along the spines, the familiar texture of leather and cloth a small comfort.

Suddenly, your finger grazed a book spine that felt off - lighter, newer. Curiosity piqued, you tugged on the random book, one you wouldn't normally notice, and found it wasn't actually a full book, but a façade hiding something behind it. Leaning in, your nose brushed against the edge, inhaling the scent of old parchment. Your eyes widened as you spotted another book tucked behind the others, almost out of sight. Its stark white cover was a stark contrast to the darker tones surrounding it, with golden details catching the light just barely.

You turned back, seeing Chūya storming out of Dazai's office, his departure punctuated by the slam of the heavy doors. Quickly, you returned the shell book to its original position, your mind racing with questions about the hidden tome.

Dazai turned to you, sighing your name heavily as he began to walk over. "What a mess."

A thousand responses flitted through your mind: Wouldn't have happened if you didn't kill Mori. If you had only let me take the position I always told you I wanted. If… if… Maybe I should have left with Oda when I had the chance. But you kept every racing thought to yourself, only offering a noncommittal hum in response.

He stopped before you, his unbandaged eye looking weary and tired. With a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the earlier violence, he cupped your cheek, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

"You did nothing wrong," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"I'll let our maker decide that," you sighed, grasping his hand. "You need to stop coddling me. It's inadvertently led to this."

His breath fanned over your lips as he pressed them against yours. The kiss, once a source of comfort and passion, now felt tainted with bitterness. Yet, you returned it, your love for him still present, even if battered by recent events out of his control. This test of your relationship was something you hadn't anticipated, its ability to strain and potentially break your bond a sobering realization.

He frowned as he pulled away, still holding you close. "Only if you stop asking people to kill you."

You forced a smile, the expression not quite reaching your eyes. "The only way I'm going, amore mio, is if you're going with me."

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Author Chat: I think after this part I might take a little bit off from writing, but trust: the next part, I'm excited for. It's just being a dog mom, nursing student, and person in general has drained me slightly and I want to give my all towards writing because I love it as an outlet.

Also, I want to mention, it hurt to write The Flags in this way, but with reader being ambitious while also having a romantic relationship with Dazai, I saw it as a reason that could anger some of the members, especially if Dazai dotted on the reader (which let's be honest: Beast! Dazai and Main Story Dazai would def do.)

If you liked, feel free to like and reblog! I always appreciate everyone who interacts! ᡣ𐭩 ~DamzelZelda

Song Inspos: Haunted- Chris Grey Dark Bloom- Amber Run Runaway- Aurora Piano Man- Billy Joel (Lyric Only)

Russian Word "Dictionary" (Curtesy of [unreliable] Google translate):

moya zhena: "my wife"

moya dorogaya zhena: "my dear wife"

moya lyubov': "my love"

moy dorogoy: "my dear"

ty chertov ublyudok: "you fucking bastard"

Eto tak: "Is that so?"

Moy malen'kaya mysh': "my little mouse"

moya samaya bol'shaya lyubov': "my greatest love"

moy angel smerti: "my angel of death"

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 1 year ago

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Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter crossover Masterlist

Ideas and headcannons

Two short ideas about Imposter SAGAU AU x Self-Aware BSD AU Crossover.

More short ideas about Imposter SAGAU AU x Self-Aware BSD AU Crossover

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter AU Crossover ideas. ADA Edition

About Heizou

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter AU Crossover ideas. Port Mafia Edition

How BSD Cast will treat people, who helped Reader

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter AU Crossover ideas. The Guild Edition

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter AU Crossover ideas. Rats in the house of the Dead and Decay of Angels Edition

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter AU Crossover ideas. Hunting Dogs Edition

Who helped Reader during Imposter Hunt

About Foul Legacy

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter AU Crossover ideas. The Government and Others Edition

About Nahida

Punishment for Fake Creator

Some questions about AU

More questions about AU. Part IV

What if (Zhongli and Neuvillette)

Oneshots

BSD/GI/JJK ideas

About voices

Monster from the deep (Self-Aware! Howard Phillips Lovecraft x GN! Reader)

For your safety (Self-Aware! Tetchou Suehiro x GN! Reader)

Lost and found (Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader)

He can't hurt anyone (Self-Aware! Saigiku Jouno x GN! Reader)

So much planning (Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Fyodor Dostoevsky)

Mora makes Teyvat go round (Self-Aware! Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald x GN! Reader)

When you were gone (Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol x GN! Reader)

Truth of fallen god (Self-Aware! Chuuya Nakahara x GN! Reader)

Little comfort things (Self-Aware! Kunikida Doppo x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Paul Verlaine)

Count them (Self-Aware! Akiko Yosano x GN! Reader)

If you were not alone

Part I (Self-Aware! Platonic! Aya Koda, Self-Aware! Platonic! Katsumi, Self-Aware! Platonic! Shinji, Self-Aware! Platonic! Kousuke, Self-Aware! Platonic! Sakura, Self-Aware! Platonic! Yuu)

Part II (Self-Aware! Platonic! Kenji Miyazawa, Self-Aware! Platonic! Kyouka Izumi)

Part III (Self-Aware! Hunting Dogs)

Part IV (Self-Aware! Platonic! Atsushi Nakajima, Self-Aware! Platonic! Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Self-Aware! Platonic! Lucy Maud Montgomery)

Part V (Self-Aware! Platonic! Ranpo Edogawa, Platonic! Nahida, Platonic! Furina. Aranaras. Melusines. Small Elynas Cameo)

Part VI (Self-Aware! Teruko Okura, Self-Aware! Fyodor Dostoevsky, Self-Aware! Howard Philips Lovecraft)

Part VII (Self-Aware! Chuuya Nakahara, Self-Aware! Doppo Kunikida, Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol)

Part VIII (Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu, Self-Aware! Kunikida Doppo, Self-Aware! Atsushi Nakajima)

Part XI (Self-Aware! (Child!) Atsushi Nakajima, Self-Aware! (Child!) Akutagawa Ryunosuke)

Part XII (Self-Aware! Paul Verlaine)

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respiratory-kristem · 4 months ago

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Kris AU/Blog Masterlist

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AUs: Raised by Mafia Boss - @/there-might-be-demons Vessel - @/a--mortal--vessel Military - @/anobedientmuttawaitingorders Permanently Fused - @/cutthestringscontrollingme King of the Demons - @/kingkrisofthedemons Fem - @/coconut-shampoo-aisle-seven Cat - @/hissingatmycaptors Doctor - @/justmeneedlesandall Bill Cipher - @/thedemonisalwayswatching FNAF AU - @/theforgottenpuppeteer Insane Gameshow Host - @/hosting-theslaughterhouse-live Streamer - @/strawberryscentedvisualnovel Haunted AU - @/ademonofahuman Gods and Goddesses AU - @/thegod--of--insanityandchaos Death - @/intertwinedbeautifulvines Older 14!Kris - @/clickclickgoesyourdeath Haunted VHS tape - @/pointto-thestoreineedatreat Evil Doll - @/thebunnytoldmetodoit Mafia Boss - @/iwanttowatchthebloodseepthrough Proxy/Creepypasta - @/ilivetoservertheoperator Fallen Angel - @/myfallfromheavenwasnotpainful Broken - @/themurderousmuttofsweden Court Jester - @/thecourtjesterrr BEAST - @/a-blindsided-assassin Mafia Executive - @/sparkingviolenceamongstcomrades Alt Mafia - @/withthemafiauntilmyfinalbreath Decay Of Angels - @/unclip-my-wings Hunting Dogs - @/justice-and-coffee Guild - @/ihateamericabutineedmoney [LAST UPDATED: 22ND NOVEMBER 2024]

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mysterious-ocarina · 2 years ago

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Picture Perfect

Chuuya Nakahara x reader

A/N if you can figure out what book I based your ability on, we have to get married. thems the rules ;)

please give me recommendations for books to use as abilities or just abilities in general for bsd content

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You sat in your office, sewing kit in hand, doing your best to not cry out in pain. God, why did stitches have to hurt so bad?

There was a knock on your door before someone came in. Too focused on your task, you didn’t bother looking up to see who had entered.

“Wow, rough mission?” Chuuya Nakahara commented, sarcastically. He was your very attractive, charming, funny, hot, charming, and did I mention attractive boss.

“I’m sure you can use that big brain of yours to see all of these cuts,” you replied. The pain was making you grumpy. You dropped the needle and thread, taking a break. The ripped portrait on your lap felt like a heavy weight.

“If it hurts so bad, why don’t you just do it tomorrow?” Chuuya replied. He took off his hat and his coat, leaving them on your door. He ruffled his hair before taking a seat in the single chair across from your desk. You let your eyes watch as he relaxed in your space.

You placed the portrait on top of your desk, getting up. You grabbed a cold water bottle and some ice cubes from the fridge. You placed the ice cubes on your arm, immediately letting out a sigh of relief. “Because, if I have to go on an impromptu mission, I need to be in tip-top shape. It’s better to get it done as early as possible.”

“Let me help, sweetheart,” Chuuya offered, making you flush, before picking up the sewing supplies and pulling the portrait closer to him. As soon as the first stitch was placed through the canvas, you felt the pain race through your arm.

You sat in front of Chuuya, watching him work on your portrait. The silence is only broken by your pained hisses. A ding was heard from Chuuya’s phone. Checking it, he let out a sigh. “Well, look at that timing.”

He placed your portrait down, and you watched as all of his stitchwork faded until the portrait looked as good as knew. With your portrait all fixed up, you let out a sigh of relief seeing the painting of yourself all clean and unmarred.

“What’s up?” you asked. You picked the portrait up and hung it up in its secret cubby hole, placing an extra painting on top of it, efficiently hiding it.

“We have an impromptu mission. Some weapons have been going missing at one of our warehouses and Mori wants us to check it out,” Chuuya informed you. He got up to put his hat and coat back on. You grabbed your gun off your desk, tucking it in your back waistband before making sure that the knives holstered on your thighs were in place.

Following Chuuya, you asked, “Do you think it’s a traitor or an outsider?”

Chuuya shrugged one shoulder, waving his hand around as he explained, “If it was an outsider, we would have known about it earlier. It’s definitely a rat, wanting to make more money for themselves.”

The both of you made your way to the parking lot. Chuuya climbed onto his motorcycle, scooting slightly forward to make room for you. You climbed on, settling behind him. You loved his motorcycle, or more specifically, the times when you got to ride it with him. It was the only time where it was socially appropriate for you to be holding onto him.

Sometimes when Chuuya took sharp turns or swerved through the streets to scare you, you could feel his stomach tense and ripple as he laughed at your nervous squeaks. The more nervous you got with his driving, the tighter you held onto him so he knew he would never stop teasing you like that.

At the warehouse, the both of you snuck your way through the secret executive entrance from the roof. You both wanted to watch the operations without being noticed to see if anything looked suspicious.

You watched as a tall man looked around his coworkers. You patted Chuuya’s arm, grabbed his attention and pointed at the man you were watching.

The both of you watched as, thinking no one was paying attention, moved one of the full crates towards a back section of the room before returning to his post.

You blushed as Chuuya placed his hand in yours, thankfully he was too busy staring at the man to notice your flushed expression. Chuuya used his ability bringing the both of you down until you were equal with the man.

“What do we have here?” Chuuya asked, announcing your presence. You pulled one of your knives off your thigh, twirling it around your fingers, looking the spitting image of an intimidating mafioso.

“Do you smell that, sir?” you turned towards Chuuya. The man was looking at the both of you, a bewildered yet frightened expression on his face.

“I think I do, y/n. It kinda smells like a rat,” Chuuya answered, a smirk dancing on his pretty face. The both of you surrounded the man on two sides. Other people in the warehouse backed away, sensing that something was up. How smart of everyone, to give you space. It looks like your reputations might precede you.

“What’s your name, boy?” you asked from behind him. Your face was inches away from the back of his shoulder. You brought your knife up, tickling the back of his neck with it. A crazed smile painted itself on your face upon noticing the shivers and goosebumps that wracked his body.

The man stood ramrod straight, sweat building on his face, “O-Oscar.”

“Well, Oscar. You’ll never guess what my partner and I just witnessed,” you toyed with him. Chuuya chuckled at your antics, watching you in amusement. This wasn’t the first time you played with your food and Chuuya adored watching you at work, not that you knew this.

“Can I take over, sir?” you asked, not taking your eyes off of Oscar.

Chuuya gave you a smirk, “Go ahead, have your fun.”

You gave Chuuya a smile before circling Oscar until you were in front of him. He was taller than you but any onlookers would definitely be able to tell which one of you was the one in charge.

You backed up, standing a few feet in front of Oscar. Pointing your knife in his direction, you asked, “Do you happen to know anything about stolen weapons?”

Without answering, Oscar pulled a gun from his waistband. You smiled at the shake in his hand, “Ooh, this will be fun. Come on, Oscar. Shoot me.”

Unsurprisingly, Oscar pulled the trigger, shooting a bullet into your stomach. The bullet shot straight through your stomach, leaving a hole in its spot. You watched in amusement as he took in the sight. The hole in your stomach glowed green before filling in itself, leaving nothing but a bruise in its wake.

Horrified, Oscar questioned, “What the hell are you?”

“You see, dear friend, my special ability allows me to avoid being wounded. I have a special painting that takes my damage for me. When I’m done here, I’ll have to stitch up my portrait so I’m good as new,” you explained, bragging about your ability.

You loved the fearful look people got when they thought that there was no way to harm you. “Now, I would love for you to shoot me again so I can show off my power but I recently ran out of sewing thread and I’m not in the mood to do repairs.”

Oscar stared at you, dread filling his eyes, “You’re fucking crazy!”

A sinister smile graced your face, a look that Chuuya admired from afar, before you replied, “I think I prefer the word wild!”

Immediately you sprung into action, knocking the gun from Oscar’s hand with a kick. You got behind him, wrapping your arm around his neck and pressed your knife into his cheek.

Chuuya finally stepped forward, a smirk on his face, “Why were you stealing weapons from us?”

Oscar had tears in his eyes, “I just wanted some extra cash. I’ll give the money back if you let me go.”

You laughed as Chuuya stepped closer. He simply responded, “Are you working for someone? If you tell us the truth, I won’t kill you.”

“I-I’m not working for anyone. I was just going to sell them on the black market for myself,” Oscar answered. Both you and Chuuya could tell he was telling the truth.

You dug the knife into his cheek a bit more, drawing blood, before exclaiming, “Well, that’s just dandy. Since you told us the truth, we have some special plans for you.”

Oscar shook in your grasp, “You said you would let me live.”

Chuuya chuckled, “I said that I wouldn’t kill you. I never said anything about my wild partner here.”

After everything was taken care of, you and Chuuya were sitting on a bench overlooking the ocean. The both of you had take out boxes in hand, enjoying dinner together.

“I always forget how you can get sometimes,” Chuuya mentioned. “It’s always a treat to watch you work.”

“Thank you. It’s my favorite way to unwind,” you responded. The thrill of a fight was why you joined up with the Port Mafia, so it was understandable that you enjoyed what you did.

Chuuya released a sigh, “I get what you mean.”

He grabbed your empty take out box and got up to throw away both of your trash. He sat down, slightly closer than he was before, making you shiver at his proximity.

Chuuya looked at you, “Are you cold?”

“Just a little bit,” you responded, not willing to tell him that the reason you were shivering was him.

Chuuya stood to remove his coat. Sitting back down next to you, he wrapped the coat around you. You could feel the heat in your face as he grazed your arms.

“Thank you,” you responded, snuggling into his coat, basking in his scent.

Being alone right now with Chuuya was calm. You weren't working on a mission or in the middle of some kind of fist fight. It was just the two of you, sitting under a street light, admiring the stars and the ocean around you.

The only problem was that you could sometimes get lost in your head, mostly about your place in the mafia.

"Can I ask you something, Sir?" you wondered aloud. You picked at the lint on your pants just so you didn't have to look up at him.

"Sure and also you don't have to call me sir outside of work," Chuuya replied, bumping your shoulder with his. You looked up at him to see he had a soft smile on his face.

You finally spoke up, asking, "Do you think I'm fit to be in the mafia?”

Chuuya gave you a bewildered look, “Of course you are. Did you not just see the job well done we just did?”

You traced the features of his face with your eyes. You took in the way the streetlight made his hair shine a little brighter red and the way the night sky was reflecting in his pretty eyes. It took all of your willpower to drag your gaze away from him, not willing to be caught staring like that.

“I mean, yeah but you could have easily done that yourself. You’re so much more skilled in combat that I am and it’s understandable why I’m just your subordinate. Sometimes I just feel a little inferior. Don’t get me wrong, I love working with you. My missions with you are always my favorite-” you rambled, cutting yourself off before you reveal too much to the red-head.

Staring at your hands in your lap, you missed the soft gaze that Chuuya gave you. He got up from the bench and stood in front of you. You thought he was about to walk away until he spoke up, “You’re a lot more powerful than you give yourself credit for. You are my wild and free partner, not just my subordinate. My right-hand woman. My partner in crime, if you will.”

You both chuckled at the title and you finally looked up at Chuuya. He had his hands in his pockets and was smiling down at you. All you could do was look up and admire him. The both of you couldn’t look away from the other, a certain tension filling the air.

Chuuya offered you his hand, “Come on. We need to write our reports for the day.”

You grabbed his hand to get up, not bothering to hide the flush on your cheeks. Smiling at him, you asked with a pout, “Will you do mine for me, ChuChu?”

“Not a chance, sweetheart,” Chuuya chuckled.

A few weeks later, you were sitting in your office sulking and overthinking every interaction you’ve ever had with Chuuya. Since that night, when you expressed your feelings of inferiority, Chuuya has been acting differently.

After missions, he never fails to remind you how well you did. If you get hurt, he’s the one who offers to stitch your painting just so you don’t have to. He talks to you and teases you to distract you from the pain. He even asked if you wanted to spar together, claiming that sparring is a good bonding exercise for partners.

You loved all the little things he has been doing. It’s like your conversation sparked something in Chuuya that made him want to be a better partner to you. There was only one slight problem with all of this. A new woman had joined the Port Mafia since then and Chuuya was assigned to facilitate her arrival.

She seemed nice enough, the few times you had talked to her. She also didn’t seem to have any kind of romantic interest in Chuuya. It still bothered you, how much they were together.

Just the other day, you went to Chuuya’s office after finishing your work, to see if he wanted to get takeout with you. Through his office door that was wide open, you watched as they were giggling and laughing together. The smile that Chuuya had on his face as he was talking to her made you feel sick. Why couldn’t he give you that smile?

If you had stayed any longer and listened, you would have heard Chuuya talking about you and asking her for advice.

A knock on your door interrupted your dreary reverie. Chuuya slipped into your office, “I have a mission to go to. Do you want to tag along? It’s kind of a stake out and it’ll be boring.”

Bitterly and without thought, you replied, “Why don’t you take Ms. Sunshine? I’m sure she can entertain you.”

Chuuya gave you a bewildered look, not understanding what you were implying. He stepped closer to your desk, leaning both hands on it, “Who shit in your cereal? I asked you to join me because I wanted you to join. Seeing as you are in need of comfort and have been cooped up in here all day, I am now hereby ordering you to join me.”

Chuuya had a charming smirk on his face and you, being defenseless to his charms, relented. “Fine, let’s go.”

Chuuya only smirked wider, forcing you to roll your eyes and look away. You grabbed your belongings and made your way to the parking lot with him. Seeing as it was a stakeout, you grabbed one of the mafia cars. Chuuya’s motorcycle would be a bit too flashy.

Sitting in the driver seat, you refused to look at Chuuya. If he could feel your bitterness towards him during the car ride, he said nothing of it. This stakeout was near a large park which you thought was a little odd but didn't mention anything about it. Chuuya never mentioned what you were watching for so you just looked around for anything that might be out of sorts.

“What’s up with you?” Chuuya broke the silence of the car. Coat discarded in the backseat, he had his body angling towards you.

Ignoring the way he was intently staring at you, you replied dryly, “There’s nothing up with me.”

“I know you’re lying, you can tell me what’s wrong. If it’s because I’ve been busy lately, I promise to make it up to you. Also you should know more than anyone about busy mafia schedules,” Chuuya explained.

Hastily, you commented, “Oh, I know you’ve been busy. Mister Dark and Miss Sunshine prancing the headquarters halls, laughing without a care in the world. Can hear it all the way from my office.”

You don’t know why you had said anything at all about his relationship with the new girl. You weren’t together, so it’s not like he owed you anything. You were just salty and feeling a bit neglected or unseen.

Chuuya stared at you for a long time, assessing you. His gaze made you squirm, feeling like he was going to unearth all of your secrets that you’ve kept hidden away.

“Interesting,” was the only thing he said. He just stared at you, a smile on his face. Somehow, you knew that he knew what you were hiding.

“What?” you snapped, unable to ignore his amused silence. A blush was tinting your cheeks at this point.

“Oh, nothing. You’re just interesting,” Chuuya cooly responded. He leaned forward, close yet still so far away from you. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re jealous-” he waved his hand, nonchalantly, “-but that can’t be.”

“Why can’t it be?” you asked, a slight tremor in your voice. You were unsure of where this conversation could be going and you refused to look at him.

His charming smirk still planted on his face, he answered with a lilt, “‘Cause, if you were jealous, that would mean you like me. And seeing as I am your superior, it would be extremely inappropriate for us to fraternize. I think I heard Mori mention that fraternization was punishable by death.”

You gulped. You never heard of this rule against fraternization but it’s not like you kept up with that sort of thing. It would definitely make sense that you couldn’t be with your superior. Stewing in your fear and thoughts, you missed the laugh that Chuuya was trying so hard to keep in.

You eventually looked up to find him smiling widely at you. Dubiously, you questioned, “What are you smiling at. . .Sir?” The title comes out of your mouth feeling like needles.

Chuuya never answered you. He stared at you for a second longer before grabbing the back of your neck. He guided your face closer to his and absolutely adored the shiver he caused with his proximity. It felt like eternity was passing as you waited for him to do anything.

Against your lips, he whispered, “There are no such rules about that. I was only messing with you. You can do with me as you please.”

You were embarrassed for only a moment before his last sentence had butterflies swirling in your stomach. Without hesitation, you removed the distance between you.

It wasn’t a rough kiss, something you imagined Chuuya would have been like. It was a soft and adoring kiss. He kissed you like you were the only one that he could ever want and right now, you understood that it was true. Running out of breath, you both slowly back away, a wide smile covering your face.

“You know, Sweetheart, jealousy looks extremely hot on you,” Chuuya smirked.

You blushed and smacked him on the top of his head, knocking his hat onto his lap, “Whatever, ChuChu. Now let’s get back to the stakeout.”

You pointedly looked away from him, not wanting him to see how much he affected you.

Chuuya laughed, “There is no mission. I just wanted to get you alone. And let me just say, you look picture perfect under the glow of midnight.”

You looked back at him, shocked. You swooned at his charm before kissing him again, anything to keep his mouth from talking anymore. This man was going to be the death of you.

#fluff #one shot #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #chuuya my beloved #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #bungou stray dogs #fanfiction

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waddledeedee · 2 months ago

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My Fanfic Masterlist

Hello, hello everyone! I've yet to promote my ao3 account on here but my user is Writer_Poe and I used to be a frequent writer for the BSD fandom some years ago! I've written a few fics for MHA as of late, and over the years I've done a couple of oneshots for other series by request. I've become far more of a reader than a writer in more recent times, so I'll certainly try to make some recommendation posts for some of my favorites :) Here we go!

Fandoms: BSD, MHA, Fire Emblem, Fruba, Trickster

Bungou Stray Dogs

~ Crack / comedy / less serious fics ~

Poe's Baking Business: A Horror Story

Summary:

After impressing the ADA with cupcakes he had baked for Ranpo's birthday gathering, many from both the ADA and Port Mafia now want to order and buy some sweets of their own, as well as other outside sources. It becomes a lovely side hobby and money-maker, but what happens when Poe tells all of his customers to arrive to his house for pickup at the same time? Well, chaos ensues.

PAIRING(S): Dazai/Chuuya, Akutagawa/Atsushi, Ranpo/Poe, Tachihara/Tanizaki

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

BSD Halloween Special!

Summary:

He really, really, REALLY didn't want to agree to this, but... the reward was so sweet. This could be the one and only opportunity like this one Poe could ever receive, and he guesses if it meant throwing a huge Halloween bash full of booze and chaos... Well, sign him up then.

The grin from Ranpo that followed afterward was enough to convince him this would definitely be a BAD IDEA.

Or: After defeating Fyodor and the rest of the Rats in the House of the Dead, Ranpo decides to throw a costume party at Poe's mansion on Halloween night with the ADA, Port Mafia, and Guild all invited. As if the laughs and drama isn't excitement enough, the crowd may have bigger problems on their hands than figuring out how to all get along for just one drunk evening...

PAIRINGS: Dazai/Chuuya, Akutagawa/Atsushi, Ranpo/Poe, Tachihara/Tanizaki, Kouyou/Yosano, Naomi/Haruno, Gin/Higuchi, Kunikida/Katai, Fukuzawa/Mori

WORD COUNT: 10k

~ Primary Soukoku / Shin Soukoku ~

The Baby Project

This was a bigger series of mine that I posted both as a whole and into separate parts! (all included under this series umbrella)

Summary:

Parenthood had never been a concern to either Soukoku or Shin Soukoku, but when an ability user Mori flies all the way in from France has the power to create biological offspring of any two people she touches, their world takes a drastic turn for the better and for worse with the mark these beautiful, innocent children leave on their lives.

But what could Mori possibly have to gain in going through so much effort to bring her here?

And most frightening, to what extent does this power last?

PAIRINGS: Akutagawa/Atsushi, Dazai/Chuuya, Akutagawa & Atsushi & Dazai & Chuuya, Tachihara/Tanizaki, Gin/Higuchi, Kouyou/Yosano, Ranpo/Poe

WORD COUNT: 287k

BSD High School AU

This is an unfinished collection of high school AU oneshots that can be read as standalones and without needing a necessary "completion"

Summary:

After a nightmare of a childhood spent growing up in the same orphanage, Akutagawa and Atsushi, now living in the same foster home, prepare for their second year of high school and the ups and downs it'll bring.

PAIRINGS: Akutagawa/Atsushi, Dazai/Chuuya, Akutagawa & Atsushi & Dazai & Chuuya, Arthur/Paul, Tachihara/Tanizaki, Gin/Higuchi

WORD COUNT: 15.3k

~ Primary Shin Soukoku ~

One's Purpose For Living

Summary:

After the entirety of the ADA receives the weekend off following a very exhausting mission that brought up terrible memories and familiar faces Atsushi wished to forget, an unlikely group of people manage to pick up the pieces after he suffers gruesome injuries by the hands of a gang comprised of fellow orphans Nakajima had once grew up alongside.

PAIRINGS: Akutagawa/Atsushi, Tachihara/Tanizaki, Akutagawa & Tachihara, Atsushi & Tanizaki

WORD COUNT: 7.6k

For All The Things I Couldn't See

Summary:

POST DECAY OF ANGELS ARC:

With Fukuchi defeated, that final battle had come with a price: a sword slash across the eyes, resulting in an inoperable blindness no one knows if Atsushi will ever recover from.

Then, for the first time since they fought side by side against Fukuchi on that ship, resulting in his partner's sacrificial demise that never truly escapes his nightmares, Nakajima is informed of the news that Akutagawa hadn't died as he was led to believe after all. It would be an impossible belief to register, if not for his presence at his apartment door following just one week after his surgery.

PAIRINGS: Akutagawa/Atsushi

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

sing me to sleep

Summary:

Akutagawa's tone probably sounded just as intimidating to strangers passing through, strangers who only knew his face from horror stories and wanted posters, if not for the choking strain of, "... Substitute?" that burned in the pit of his gut as sore as Dazai's word.

"That's right~! If you decline my proposal of mentoring not you and Atsushi, but Shin Soukoku as a duo, I simply intend to replace you with someone else more cooperative instead! After all, it shouldn't be too hard to not only find someone with an ability who is stronger than you, but perhaps someone much more compatible with Atsushi both on the battlefield and in mundane circumstances. Wouldn't you agree?"

OR: Akutagawa has no choice but to endure the heartache of seeing someone else take his place yet again, except in ways worse than he thought imaginable.

PAIRINGS: Akutagawa/Atsushi

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

~ Primary Soukoku ~

The Call Of Angels

Summary:

Dazai smiles to himself, softer this time; sickeningly sympathetic actually, or maybe Sigma is just reading into it a little much. No, a man like that, it couldn't be possible; him and Fyodor, neither of them have the capacity to feel a thing. The two of them, they're one in the same, both making such a mockery out of him.

And yet...

"Wait... how can you be so certain about there being an intruder?"

"Easy. The angels whispered to me."

"Angels? What are you talking about?"

"It can be nobody but one person."

[chapter 98.]

PAIRINGS: Dazai/Chuuya, Fyodor/Nikolai

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

~ Primary Tachizaki ~

Bonnie & Clyde

Summary:

After Mori makes his decision to select Tanizaki as Port Mafia's newest recruit following the Decay of Angels deal he struck with Fukuzawa, Junichiro struggles to settle into his new position as a member of the Black Lizard command. Luckily, his new companions are supportive and do their best to lessen his burdens.

PAIRINGS: Tachihara/Tanizaki, Akutagawa/Atsushi, Dazai/Chuuya, Gin/Higuchi

WORD COUNT: 20.3k

My Hero Academia

~ Dadmight ~

Just How Love Goes

Summary:

With one last weekend home before the students at U.A. are expected to move into the dormitories, Inko is called away on a spur of the moment trip by Izuku's father, Hisashi Midoriya, a man he... well, barely even knows at this point in time.

He is, however, inevitably reminded once a year that Hisashi Midoriya really /does/ exist whenever he decides to appear on his mother's phone-line like a ghost to ask - more like command - she fly out to New York City to spend some time together, an invitation never once extended to Izuku during the many years he still acknowledged he actually did have a second parent.

And unfortunately after a heated phone call with his parents, resulting in a verbal altercation that crushes Izuku's soul as if he were still that same child in middle school, in walks the hero he always prayed would save him.

Except this time, All Might is there to put his broken pieces back together in the flesh.

PAIRINGS: Toshinori & Izuku

WORD COUNT: 9.3k

dad and boy

Summary:

The minutes drew by, but neither of them counted a single second. Toshinori was more than fine with just standing here, holding this most precious being in his arms as he hummed contentedly into his hair, swaying them both in his strong, protective hold. He'll relish in every moment that Izuku will stay this young, this small, despite all of the years he’s missed up to this point in time. He can be damn sure that from here on out, he'll do everything within his power to ensure this beautiful, beautiful kid that just so happened to stumble into his life is safe, happy, and always with a warm meal on the table and a bed that's only his to come home to every single day for as long as he decides to.

Izuku and Toshinori share a tender moment in the kitchen just before taking the next step that'll cement their relationship as father and son forever.

PAIRINGS: Toshinori & Izuku

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

Izuku's Outdoor Adventure!

Summary:

On his day off, Toshinori and his young son Izuku spend the day together with a nature walk through the woods. Along the way, they make some unexpected new friends!

PAIRING(S): Toshinori & Izuku

WORD COUNT: 5k

~ Dadmic Family ~

Something Akin to Peace

Summary:

After having an anxious day, Hitoshi succumbs to a panic attack in the midst of preparing a bath for himself.

Lucky for him, he has two of the best dads he could ever hope for.

PAIRING(S): Shinsou & Aizawa & Yamada, Aizawa/Yamada

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

Sleeping Soundly

Summary:

After waking up to the loss of her favorite stuffed bunny, Eri panics and runs to the first person that came to mind: her big brother Mirio.

Thankfully, he's just as warm and comforting as any good teddy bear.

PAIRING(S): Eri & Mirio, Aizawa/Yamada

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

Other

~ Fire Emblem ~

Crack in the Seal

Summary:

"Milord..." Saizo takes a step closer, slowly approaching behind his master. A hesitant hand rises from his side, impulse gently placing it on the man's shoulder.

"I can't do this, Saizo."

To think five words was all it took to shake something so unbearably discomforting in Saizo's core.

PAIRING(S): Saizo/Ryoma

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

Tea & Temperments

Summary:

When Elise has her heart set on spending the afternoon with her son and husband, will the tension between Jakob and Dwyer manage to put a damper on their day togerher?

PAIRING(S): Jakob/Elise + Dwyer

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

~ Fruits Basket ~

You Make My Heart Truly Happy

Summary:

Ever since he was young, far too young to ever think such a thought, Yuki desired some place — someone — to feel like home.

After eighteen years waiting, he found that home in Kakeru's embrace.

OR: After an enraged Akito stops by the Shigure residence in the middle of the night where Yuki endures the brute of their force, Kakeru finds out.

PAIRING(S): Kakeru/Yuki

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

~ TRICKSTER: Edogawa Ranpo "Shounen Tantei-dan" yori ~

Long Overdue

Summary:

Katsuda takes Inoue out on their first date, all the while Kobayashi comes to terms with how love works.

PAIRING(S): Katsuda/Inoue, Hanasaki/Kobayashi

WORD COUNT: 5.7k

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ofprogressandchaos · 2 months ago

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Are You Lost?

"Or perhaps you're seeking knowledge?"

Berry

Protector of wanderers, the lost, the abandoned, the independent and the lonely. Typically embraces the strange, chaos and disestablishment. Any governments that try to adopt Berry as a staple god will fall. Preferred type of offering to be through fire, embraces the chaos of it.

Understanding and kind, embraces familial love, particularly that of siblings. Is known to strike down and curse abusive parents

Sacred things: fire, siblings, familial love, heather flowers, evergreens, butterflies, fall, grapes and wine (not exactly associated with intoxication, but it can be part of a ritual to worshipping faer)

song association- Queen Of Nothing- The Cranewives

Egret

God of intellect, progress, and order. Embraces change and development, the god of inventors.

Hot headed, angry, usually seen crafting anything and everything. Worshipped by inventors, but also by craftsmen, tradesmen, blacksmiths, armor smiths, kings and warriors (very broad range of talents)

sacred things: bluejays, rats, fire, pomegranate, badgers, winter, iris flowers

Mythos

Berry and Egret were once one being, born from a mortal woman and a God. The mortal woman raised the being, but her heart was plagued with the desire for power.

She raised them as a weapon- someone who would go on a great quest or do something to change the world.

An oracle told her that this child would die, and no longer exist if she continued down the path, but she paid no head to the warning- still pining for the power a god could give her.

When her child was old enough they were sent on the quest, but during it their heart was torn out and ripped apart, turning into two separate beings.

The two remembered nothing but each other, as they ascended to godhood. The two quickly separated on principle, Berry choosing to preside over the wandering and lost, just like the siblings had once been. Egret parted ways, watching and seeking power and change, and garnering resentment for his brother.

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AU post

Masterlist

use tag #gods and goddesses bsd au

plz tag me or message me if youd like to be added to the masterlist!

Rules!

no nsfw

plz address which one you're trying to contact when sending asks if youre trying to contact one specifically (if not ill just choose one)

Berry is green, Egret is red

no homophobia/transphobia/ dont be a dick

mod is: @fromtheberrybush (as always)

#gods and goddesses bsd au #bungo stray dogs rp #bsd rp #bungo gay dogs #bsd rp blog #bsd rp oc #bsd roleplay #intro post

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marygodwin-bsd · 2 years ago

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Hi there! Welcome!

I am a level 21 category she/her human 💞💞

This is a secondary blog. so if i respond to comments itll be with a different acc (@cupidthewriter but I'll let you know. )

Writing Masterlist This is a blog dedicated to the anime Bungo Stray Dogs and the OCs I’ve made for it. Expect a lot of Kunikida content- I like him.

Here’s a guide to Mary for now. I’ll add to this post as I work on more ocs.

Note: I’m aware there’s already technically a Mary Shelley in the world of BSD but there’s barely anything on her and I didn’t know that until after I’d done a ton of oc work so it’s too late now lemme introduce you to Mary Godwin enjoy

Here's a short guide, its from my other blog

Mary Godwin (she/her)(reference to Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein). She is the cousin of Dr. Wollstonecraft. Age: 22 (Birthday is Aug. 30) Height: 5’0 ft (152.4 cm), with her platforms it’s 5’5 Personality: a little hard-headed and bold. She tries to be as independent as possible, and is very devoted to those she loves. She’s goth. Very private. Ability: “Modern Prometheus”- the ability to animate non living things (this includes severed limbs and dead bodies, but also inanimate objects such as lamps). This power has a range of 20 meters. It’s purple. Affiliation: Europle(previous), The Armed Detective Agency (current). She works as a forensic biologist. Family: Victor Godwin (son), Dr. Wollstonecraft (cousin) Mr. Godwin (father) Pets: They have 2 cats. Their names are Beans and Toast. Friends: The ADA, Kunikida Doppo (private romantic partner), Dazai Osamu, Yosano Akiko, Dr.W. Hobbies: watching thriller movies, experimenting with her ability, just hanging out with her kid, bug taxidermy

Victor Godwin (he/him)(a reference to Victor Frankenstein) Age: 3 or 4 (Birthday is March 30th ) Height: Personality: A very bright little boy who's a little too curious. Loves math.(COMING SOON) Ability: Reuse. He is able to drain people's strength and put it out towards other objects. this is temporary. Affiliation: the ADA, although only through his mother. I haven’t yet explored his future. Family: Mary Godwin (mother), Percy Shelley (biological father, has never met him), Mr. Godwin (grandfather, has also never met him), Dr. Wollstonecraft (cousin once removed) Pets: Frank, a rat he kept that used to be a class pet in pre-k but his teacher gave him away. Every time Frank dies, they get a new pet Frank. Friends: Children from daycare, he believes his mother’s adult friends are his friends (this includes Kunikida Doppo and Dazai Osamu) Hobbies: Junior Mathletes, “designing experiments”, trying to teach Frank tricks

Percy Shelley (they/he)(reference to Percy Shelley, romantic poet) Age: about 27 (birthday is August 4th) Height: 5'6 Personality: Loyal, flirtatious, fragile mental state. Bold only when it comes to protecting the ones who matter. Ability: "Mont Blanc," they can grow plants out of their body or the environment, but it comes out far too strong and it drains Percy of their strength. It has resulted in something close to chronic illness. Affiliation: Decay of Angels, specifically under Fyodor. kind of Fyodor's lapdog. Will follow any order given to him by Fyodor out of loyalty and wanting to be useful, even if it will hurt themself or other people. This will be expanded as I develop them more!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd oc #bsd original character #bsd ocs #kunikida doppo #kunikida x oc #armed detective agency #anime #new blog #oc blog #bungo stray dogs

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juniperstale · 10 months ago

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heeeeyyyyyyyaaaaaa sooooooo, i just want to say that... UR WRITING IS SO GOOD? I MEAN U SAID IT WAS UR FIRST TIME? LIKE SRSLYYYY???(in a good way)

my brain isn't really working too much rn so i can't find the words i need 😮‍💨😮‍💨

anywhoooo i kinda juz read ur "☆ SITTING ON YOUR LAP" and welllllllllll i kinda NEED one for fyodor and nikolai (maybeee sigma too IF ur okay with it) (mainly fyodor(cuz like he's my husband and all🥰🥰))... THAT IS if ur okay with it ofc!

u said you'd post ur masterlist and stuff soon so i'm not sure if ur willing to write this but if u r then THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH

I'm kinda like, dating the entire bsd main (girls included) cast other than mori, fukuzawa, fukuchi, the lemon explosive guy and the minors (and ofc married to our ugly little anemic rat🥰🥰) idk why I'm saying (typing) this, but yea👍

good luck growing ur acc!

AHH POOKIE YOU ARE TOO KIND ☹️☹️!! you're actually the second person to request fyodor so ig part 2 of sitting on your lap is going to be kunikuda + DOA. like i said before though, it's probably gonna be posted after like 2 other ones because i alr have those written so you may have to wait about 2 weeks or so and i am new to bsd (as said in my rules) so they may be a lil ooc!

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ junis talks

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bsd-rp-masterlist · 8 days ago

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LEADER:

Fyodor Dostoevsky ➥ @fyodor-kun ➥ @leaderofthedecayoftheangel ➥ @priestfyodor

MEMBERS:

Alexander Pushkin ➥

Ivan Goncharov ➥ @headchamberlain

Mushitarō Oguri ➥

Nathaniel Hawthorne ➥ @phonecallwithjesus

MEMBERS:

• Leo Tolstoy @of-war-and-peace

➥ back to Masterlist

#bsd #bsd rp masterlist #bsd rp blogs #Rats in the House of the Dead #bsd rats #bsd rats masterlist

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ims0matureyz · 2 years ago

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Meet our squad! masterlist

Alex 🏳️‍⚧️🐋🦋

🦋He/Him

🦋Capricorn

🦋Italy

🦋19

🦋Istp

Likes:

Strawberries

Sleeping

Dark humor

Comfortable clothes

Comedy movies

His rat

Dislikes:

Science class

Raccoons

Carrots

Ugly buildings

Melanie 🍃🌱🥑

🍃She/ Her

🍃Pisces

🍃20

🍃Portugal

🍃Infp

Likes:

Vegetables

Plants

Writing

Maximalism

Biology

Dislikes:

Winter

Snakes

Netflix films

Swimming

Hot dogs

Robin 🔆🌻📒

🌻They/Them

🌻Leo

🌻17

🌻USA

🌻Enfp

Likes:

Sunflowers

Bees

Doodling

Candies

Football

Dislikes:

Pineapples

Rain

Cooking

School

Kendall 🌸🌷🎀

🌷She/They

🌷Capricorn

🌷17

🌷USA 🌷Estj

Likes:

Fashion

Fast talkers

Blogging

Animals

Musicals

Dislikes:

Horrors

Strawberries

Nuts

Horses

Almonds

Kui 💟👾🍇

💟She/Her

💟Gemini

💟20

💟South Korea

💟Enfp

Likes:

Popcorn

K-drama

K-pop

Mexican food

Comfortable clothes

Dislikes:

Dogs

Hot weather

Skiing

Dark humor

Apolline ☎️💋🌹

💋She/Her

💋Aries

💋18

💋France & Poland

💋Intp

Likes:

Reading

Writing

Cola & Coffee & Tea

Italian food

Music

Dislikes:

Horses

Dogs

Math

Water

Short skirst

Fandoms:

Bsd! FNAF! Genshin Impact! PJO!

But we are open for everything (except.. wait, scroll down!)

We will not write about: Pedophilia Sexual Abuse Incest

thank you for reading this! We’re really glad!

~Apolline 💋

#masterlist post #meet our squad #fnaf #genshin impact #pjo #bsd

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shadowsphere · 2 years ago

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☾Sphere's Bungo Stray Dogs Masterlist☽

"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦?" -𝘈𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘙𝘺𝘶𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦 "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴." -𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘋𝘰𝘺𝘭𝘦

☀︎ - 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 ☁︎ - 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 ⛅︎ - 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

🔮Armed Detective Agency

☽ Yukichi Fukuzawa ☽ Akiko Yasano ☽ Atsushi Nakajima ☽ Doppo Kunikida ☽ Jun'ichirō Tanizaki ☽ Osamu Dazai ☽ Ranpo Edogawa ☽ Kirako Haruno

🔮Port Mafia

☽ Ōgai Mori ☽ Chūya Makahara ☽ Kōyō Ozaki ☽ Paul Verlaine ☽ Arthur Rimbaud (Randō) ☽ Iceman ☽ Lippmann ☽ Piano Man ☽ Ichiyō Higuchi ☽ Gin Akutagawa ☽ Michizō Tachihara ☽ Sakunosuke Oda ☽ Ango Sakaguchi

🔮Government

☽ Mizuki Tsujimura ☽ Jun Mitamura ☽ Officer Sugimoto

🔮The Guild

☽ Edgar Allen Poe ☽ Howard Phillips Lovecraft ☽ John Steinbeck ☽ Louisa May Alcott ☽ Margaret Mitchell ☽ Mark Twain ☽ Nathaniel Hawthorne

🔮Rats

☽ Fyodor Dostoevsky

🔮Clock Tower

☽ Dame Agatha Christie

🔮Decay of the Angel

☽ Bram Stoker ☽ Nikolai Gogol ☽ Sigma

🔮Japanese Military

☽ Teruko Ōkura ☽ Saigiku Jōno ☽ Tetchō Suehiro

🔮Sheep

☽ Buichirō Shirase

🔮Mimic

☽ André Gide

🔮Manhasset Security

☽ T. J. Eckleburg

🔮Unaffiliated

☽ Tatsuhiko Shibusawa ☽ Adam Frankenstein ☽ Nobuko Sasaki ☽ Shōsaku Katsura

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs masterlist #masterlist #anime masterlist #port mafia #the guild #rats in the house of the dead #order of the clock tower #decay of the angel #mimic #unaffiliated #shadow's sphere☽#armed detective agency #special division for unusual powers #metropolitan police #hunting dogs special unit #sheep bsd #manhasset security

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chuuyrr · 2 years ago

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HELLO ITS ME, REQUESTER OF THE CRACK GOJO READER AND I HAVE COME BACK TO REQUEST if its okay with u 😃 BECAUSE, LOOK:

GOJO!READER. DOING. HOLLOW PURPLE. AND. DESTROYING EVERYTHING IN ITS PATH. sheesh

ada:

the mafia:

the rat– i mean decay of angels:

god i love overpowered women, did i say i love overpowered women?

honored one

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for bungou stray dogs, and jujutsu kaisen's episode 20 is heavily referenced; but instead of todou and itadori witnessing hollow purple, it's the armed detective agency, port mafia and decay of the angel

╰➤ PAIRING(s): decay of the angel, armed detective agency and port mafia (mostly dazai, chuuya and fyodor)

before you read: i'm still reading the bsd manga. i haven't completely caught it up with yet, so the information about the decay of the angel might not be accurate. i'm also very new to writing them so they might also be ooc. sorry!

even though you were primarily from tokyo, you became even more well-known after coming to yokohama to clear your name and that of sugawara michizane, thanks to the armed detective agency investigating you and the port mafia pursuing you, and possibly you sending a section of the city into chaos when you fought against them using your ability.

to your surprise, they weren't the only ones who became interested in you. you'd piqued the interest of another organization, specifically the decay of the angel. a terrorist organization that specializes in murder and has members with powerful and dangerous abilities.

"so, this is the woman," exclaimed the tall, middle-aged man dressed in army green, flitting his gaze up to a screen that showed you effortlessly floating in mid-air. "gojo [name]."

"the strongest ability user." fyodor dostoevsky added as his deep purple eyes stared at you with interest.

"huh? can she see with that blindfold on?" nikolai asked, tapping his chin as he looked at you and the other members, noticing a black blindfold completely covering your eyes.

sigma raised an eyebrow at the clown, "did you happen to overlook the information we have on her?"

"the six eyes is an occular non-ability," fyodor explained to nikolai as he propped his elbow on the arms of his chair, his lips twitching into a smile, "it's something she inherited from the god, sugawara michizane, with her being a direct descendant of him."

"it's no surprise the armed detective agency and port mafia were after her," sigma said, "she's a rather complex individual as well; a member of heiwa, an organization that runs tokyo, and despite not being an executive, she's considered a big shot among them."

"well, not only does she have the six eyes, she's a literal descendant of a god," nikolai shrugged, an irking smile on his lips.

the decay of the angel continued to watch over you, following and analyzing your every move from the moment you were sent to yokohama, but they had no idea you were aware of how you were being watched, but it was nothing serious.

you were used to being watched all the time, so that was the least of your worries right now.

anyway, you heard that an entity from tokyo, your city, was wreaking havoc in yokohama. apparently, whatever that thing was, it was born from the experimentation of humans, abilities, and supernatural entities, while also putting the armed detective agency and port mafia in a tight spot, trapping their best assets (dazai and chuuya) inside a barrier and forcing the rest of the members to fight their kind, which is why you were sent to get rid of the entity and offer your assistance.

you broke the barrier that was trapping dazai and chuuya. with that, all of them, including the decay of the angel who was quietly watching you from somewhere, were astonished.

with your blindfold pulled down to your neck, revealing your heavensent aquamarine eyes, you were staring at them, particularly the monstrous entity in the middle of both organizations.

"is that gojo-san?!" exclaimed atsushi, who was in the outer part of the veil with akutagawa and kyouka, facing the human-supernatural hybrid, blinking wildly at you.

akutagawa's eyes widened at the sight of you being in mid-air like it was nothing, "she can fly?

also, they were all taken aback to see you without a blindfold or eye wraps. your eccentric blue eyes were one of a kind; it felt as if your eyes were trapping the heaven within them, which they couldn't help but be drawn to by its beauty.

you vanished in the blink of an eye, only to reappear a minute later, clutching both of your hands together, right where dazai and chuuya were. when compared to the armed detective agency and port members scattered throughout, they weren't in as much danger as dazai and chuuya.

in fact, judging by how battered the two were, it appeared that they were specifically targeting dazai and chuuya wherein chuuya was on the verge of using corruption as a last resort. it was a good thing you arrived.

"oi, dazai-kun, chuuya-kun," you started, your lips curving into a smirk as you tipped your head to the side, "you guys crying?" "

"what do you think we are? crybabies?!" chuuya scowled angrily at you, a nerve irked on his temple.

"actually, no, but i do think you guys are idiots," you deadpanned, narrowing your eyes at the battered detective and mafioso, "you seriously let yourselves be fooled by those curses?" you motioned over to the tall monstrosity humanoid, which was accompanied by several more of its kind.

"curses?" chuuya muttered quietly as he held his abdomen, which had been badly injured by flower buds and a branch that appeared to be stabbing him.

"yes, heiwa has decided to call their kind curses. they are the very fruition abilities and the supernatural. the higher-ups even said that human emotions has something to do with them too apparently," you sighed deeply, narrowing your eyes, "very troublesome right? anyway, you and dazai should sit this out for a bit. you two look like shit."

"is it really necessary for you to diss us?" chuuya scoffed bitterly, "we get it, you're the shit gojo." if he wasn't in such bad shape, it was obvious who would square up with you, but god did you enjoy pushing his buttons as much as dazai does.

"well, i don't mind it at all!" sighed dazai dreamily and dramatically as he clasped his hands together before tucking them under his chin, "i consider myself extremely fortunate to have been saved by an angel who literally descended from heaven~"

"but, i'm sorry to break it to you, this angel's going to be a little rough and devilish to be exact," with that, you winked at the distance between the two, right where you could see the decay of the angel's hidden camera.

fyodor, nikolai, sigma, and even the leader of the decay of the angel tensed up. while you pretended to be paying attention to dazai and chuuya, they couldn't deny that your gaze met theirs for the first time, causing the spectators watching the entire scene from somewhere secluded to visibly flinch and hold their breaths unconsciously. as you turned away and faced the curse you were about to face, a tiny smirk appeared on your lips.

"did.. did she just.. see us?" sigma sputtered out, taking a step back instinctively.

"she knows she's being watched," fyodor chuckled, shaking his head side to side as nikolai and the leader looked at you with wide eyes.

of course, you would know. your six eyes does not only provide immense brain processing power, but also vast perception, allowing you to view the world in terms of mass, energy, and even speed, but most importantly, see things from afar, which is why fyodor isn't as surprised as the others.

as your heavenly eyes fixed on the tall and large tan monstrosity of an experiment with black lines running across his entire body, you intertwined your dominant hand with your other hand. it even has a helmet-like head that doesn't cover his teeth, branches for eyes, and two black lines that zigzag down his face with a larger flower on his left shoulder.

"limitless: amplified blue."

there was a sudden turbulence of air in the atmosphere.

"limitless: reversal red."

then there was an even greater disturbance in the atmosphere. it was coming directly from you, and it felt foreboding. but it was familiar to dazai and chuuya. they specifically remembered you using it against them when they first met you to fight you.

everyone watched you outstretch your arm, extending your hand and initiating a hand sign that extends your index and pinky fingers outward while leaving the rest folded with the curse readying to flee the scene, but it didn't take long for you to take action.

you took a stance with your feet apart, holding the sleeve of your outstretched arm with your other hand.

“limitless: hollow purple.”

by pinching your pointer and thumb and extending your middle finger, a luminous sphere of purple, an extraordinarily destructive energy wave of annihilation manifested and shot towards the curse.

the power was so powerful that it sent a shockwave through the forest, jolting the armed detective agency and port mafia members who were scattered throughout and facing multiple enemies individually.

dazai and chuuya were equally taken aback. again, they recalled seeing your hollow purple. the city would have been completely destroyed if dazai hadn't nullified your ability in time. at present, everything in its path had been completely destroyed, leaving it unclear whether you had permanently erased the curse from existence or if it had escaped.

"what the hell was that?!?" sigma shuddered at the devastation left by your ability, which had rushed and erased everything in its path. he was so shocked that his mouth was literally agape.

"god, i love overpowered women," nikolai exclaimed breathlessly, turning to face his comrades, hearts and admiration drawn all over his face, "did i say i love overpowered women?"

"HAHAHAHA! SO THIS IS THE GOJO [NAME] EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT!" exclaimed the leader of the decay of the angel, looking around at the chaos you had created after using hollow purple, "INDEED SHE IS THE HONORED ONE!"

fyodor flitted his gaze up on the screen to see you pulling your blindfold back to cover your eyes, giving dazai and chuuya a thumbs up as you childishly yet enthusiastically yelled out a "YAY! that settles everything!" to them, which he chuckled at.

you were truly a piece of work. it was so fascinating to watch you act so much like dazai, but you were so much more; more powerful and cunning. you were so beautiful yet dangerous at the same time. fyodor was deeply reminded of a rose, and in fact his desire to see you and have you grew stronger by the day, especially after seeing you use hollow purple.

may god forgive him for his greed, but he truly desires all of you, the honored one throughout heaven and earth.

your power, your beauty; your everything.

fyodor casted a glance at the rest of the decay of the angels before returning to the screen and stare at chuuya and dazai, and narrowed his eyes for a second.

of course, fyodor had a competition.

he wasn't the only one who was interested in you. there was the armed detective agency, specifically dazai; the port mafia, specifically chuuya; and now, the decay of the angel.

fyodor sighed to himself as his gaze shifted to your delicate face, which was cheekily smiling at chuuya, only to be replaced by annoyance when dazai embraced you, rubbing his cheek against yours, completely negating your infinity.

"aww, what's with that look, dos-kun?" nikolai asked, smiling at the russian man, "do tell me, do you like overpowered women?"

"who wouldn't?" fyodor returned the question, his eyes closed as he smiled. he was right.

who wouldn't want someone like you?

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