#yandere bsd x oc

[elvestoneanzelote1]

And the rest is up to you

I'm not sure if requests are open

but can I please ask for them but as romantic yandere's for kianna komori like say they meet her because she's part of hunting dogs

Also if you need any info about her it's on my blog here on Tumblr

A:n- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵... (𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰�� 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵.

𝘒𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘒𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘹 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘰 (𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘰)

𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦?

How they met her:

First of all it is not easy to be apart of being in Hunting dogs once you are operated and gifted with compulsory body improvement trail.

Kiana met Jouno and Tetchou during the first introduction of her been selected.

You can say Teruko was more then happy to welcome her for once a girl have been elected as an official member of Hunting dogs beside her.

Kiana met Jouno through interrogation which he questions some details about her past occupation and warnings of how the body need once two month medical operation or your body shall break of sort.

And Kiana met Tetchou during the training where he agreed to spar with her.

He doesn't go that easy either though mindful of his strength he knows he should not over powered her as she is just starting.

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How it goes, them developing Feelings for her.

Jouno will take much of his time to fall in love, Despite the fact in fanfiction many tries to lured him to fall in love with just looks but... He is blind how can he 𝐬𝐞𝐞 the beauty?

Either way he eventually developed slowly by slow measures like the silent chime of wind blows.

While Tetxhou eventually is like a tide of waves he falls in love with Komori like the sudden waves... He at first will be confused of his action around her it will be cute to watch them interact.

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How obsessed and how much they can go.

Tetchou will be overprotective which is for sure but also midly manipulative... He may seems to be rash on actions and is protective but... He eventually can control the people around midly which others won't find out why they are distancing from Komori.

Jouno on the other hand is sadistic letting her be at a pittied state but also not the point of breaking. The problem is tetchou does not like Jouno harming her.

They both have their own reasoning.

Regarding been how she should handle in Hunting dogs of sort.

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Will they kill?

Yes, yes they will.

That depends on the person though.

And no they won't kill directly but sidelines.

And no they won't kill just because the person took her time oh no, They will kill for touching her inappropriately to the point of crossing line

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A:n- that's all! Take care good/night to all I hope you know that the request is close now.

[femcelzai]

CHARACTERS : Osamu Dazai & Fyodor Dostoevsky (BSD), Sylus ( love n deepspace), Rosaria (Genshin Impact)

INFO : the yandere is unnamed and is used by they pronouns (can be both female or male), an extremely short one-shot, reader is referred as Y/N

The world around you felt heavy as you walked home, the evening air cold against your skin. You'd been feeling it for days now—that sense of being watched. No matter where you went, it was as if someone’s eyes followed you, though you could never catch sight of them.

You quickened your pace, wanting nothing more than to escape into the safety of your home. But tonight, there was something different—something ominous in the air. The moment you unlocked your front door, a soft, familiar voice echoed from behind you.

"You always run, but I always find you."

Your heart leaped into your throat. That voice. You turned around slowly, only to come face to face with them—the one you'd known for months but never quite… like this. Their eyes were darker now, intense with an unhinged obsession, and they stood too close for comfort.

"(Y/N)," they murmured softly, stepping even closer, trapping you against the door. "You’re always running, always hiding from me, but why? I love you. Can't you see that?"

Your breath hitched. Their hand came up to brush a strand of hair from your face, fingers lingering a moment too long on your skin. "I’ve been so patient," they whispered, their voice laced with something dark, something dangerous. "Watching you… wanting you."

You felt a shiver crawl up your spine as their eyes burned into yours. They leaned in, their breath warm against your neck as they whispered words that made your blood freeze.

"You belong to me now."

Your heart raced. You wanted to scream, to push them away, but your body was frozen in place, held captive by their gaze. They smiled, a smile that was far too calm for the madness in their eyes.

"Don’t worry," they said softly, gently, as if trying to comfort you. "I’ll take care of everything. No one will come between us… not anymore."

They reached for your hand, and you instinctively tried to pull back, but their grip was like iron. "You don’t need to be afraid, (Y/N). I’ll make sure you're always safe… with me. Forever."

Your mind raced for an escape, but deep down, you knew there was no running anymore. They had you.

And they weren’t letting go.

| credits to @/ cafekitsune for the dividers

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everyone stfu rn — but… here me out. fyodor x yandere!rusalka reader (ft. nikolai). putting it in a language for you cunts to understand. because i am tired. ichor is tired. and i’m suffering through a case called “writer’s block”. (implied murder, blood, obsession, mythological figures).

Cacodemonic cackles and pale sage peers; Dostoyevsky has yet to discern the urgency of his given situation, though had no qualms with concluding the annoyances of it. His partner’s blustery and ominous roars of amusement plagued Fyodor’s ear canal as he proceeded to lour directly into the monitor before him, which was occupied by a retched face he has yet to rid of due to their superlunary expertise. A rusalka, funny, isn’t it? Such mythological mistake merely used to scare off ignorant children is the same concept that was occupying his line of sight on this hallowed midnight.

Your pretty gaze now converted into a glinting, baleful, unblinking green as your bloodied visage remained almost stuffed into one of Fyodor’s esoteric lenses that he was sure that no one would find. Then again, you are far from mortal. You were savage. Barbaric and supernatural, irritating and invasive. You’ve been following him even after your death, as you were a devotee during the two of your teenage years, but he grown tired of your clinginess, so he managed to set you up on a blind date between a large water tank with a sealant.

It was clear that you were out for vengeance, but after announcing that you wanted nothing more but his heart, you wanted it devoured as well. The only man who you couldn’t entice with your looks alone… It was anticipated that you would eventually take much more drastic measures. He hated that about you. He loathed everything about you.

This story here has his clownish partner beside him in fits! It’s not like Fyodor could kill you, either! You’re literally immortal! Nikolai hasn’t had a good laugh like this in years, but… The idea of allowing his kill to go to waste over a creature isn’t something he was very fond of, and Fyodor noticed such, which prompted him to come up with a few possibilities on instinct. If he were to encourage Nikolai to do the dirty work for him, somehow, very somehow, he’d be able to rid of you. But, he’d likely perish during the process, which is something he didn’t need about n—

“Darlin’~ hands away from the secret utility for just a moment. Now, listen close and don’t forget to nod~!” Nikolai of course, disrupted his train of thoughts by speaking into the speaker with his honeyed theatrics disguised as absolute sadism and neurotic raze. Still, considering how smoothly this was according to his given plan, he was sure that God desired nothing more than Fyodor’s win. That thought alone was all that mattered to him right now. “Your kill has already been marked, my dearest, dearest cassowary! But… if you want, I wouldn’t mind sharing the remains once I’m through. How does that sound, sugar?”

What an unnecessary delay of plans, and your devilish smile followed by the immediate blackout of the camera made him sigh softly to himself. Lord, forgive him for the bloodshed that will occur on this endearing Sunday…

[anonymousewrites]

There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-Four

Dazai Osamu x Reader

Chuuya Nakahara x Original Character (Akira Mori)

Yandere! Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Four: Four Dimensions

Summary: Akira is so over Fyodor and his drama and belief in his righteousness. Fyodor, on the other hand, is getting closer and closer to everything he wants.

Manga Spoilers! Literally up to latest chapter!

            “…What?” said Atsushi.

            “I may have my angel, but the companionship of he who houses the Bookmark Death is…interesting, to say the least,” said Fyodor. “Despite the…disappointing forms they take.”

            Atsushi clenched his fists. “Who the hell would ever join a bastard like you?”

            “Fuck that,” snapped Akira.

            “The expected response.” Fyodor smirked. “Very well, then let’s sweeten the pot. Should you serve alongside me, you may use the backside of the page—” he patted his pocket to indicate he had it “—to return the Armed Detective Agency to its original state.”

            Atsushi’s eyes widened. His friends would live!

            Akira narrowed her eyes. “Except for (Y/N).”

            “She has ascended to the Divine Being she was always meant to be,” purred Fyodor. “Why would I let you drag her down to this lowly plane? This is a one-time offer. What will it be? I’ll give you five minutes to think—”

            “I’ll do it!” Tears were in Atsushi’s eyes, and his words were laden with desperation. “I’ll accept your deal! Please, save everyone!”

            “Atsushi,” hissed Akira. “What the hell are you doing? None of the Agency members would want this!”

            “You would take the deal if I offered (Y/N),” said Fyodor.

            “No, I wouldn’t,” said Akira, raising her chin. “Because (Y/N) wouldn’t want you to win and because I don’t trust you.”

            Fyodor smirked. “Oh, dear. I’ve been seen through.”

            Two slashes of light pierced the air. The Divine Being’s katana stabbed through Akira and Atsushi’s chests before they could blink. Akira and Atsushi stumbled. He fell to the ground, and she caught herself on her knees, gripping her chest as blood seeped through her shirt.

            “Your beauty lies only in your natures as the Bookmark and Death,” said Fyodor. “I haven’t the faintest interesting in you. Unlike my angel, the forms they took do not match their grandeur.”

            Stabbed and insulted. I’m really, really not having a good day, thought Akira blearily, trying to hold onto anger to remain focused on the situation at hand.

            “I’m begging you!” Atsushi clutched Fyodor’s ankle, tears pouring down his cheeks. “You can do whatever you want me this! I’ll give you my life! Please, just…save everyone else!”

            Fyodor’s eyes narrowed in disgust. “How unpleasant.” He wrenched his foot free and kicked Atsushi’s hand. “To think the Bookmark, that abhorrent, noble tiger, dwells withing such a…It’s as distasteful as the reaper choosing that one.”

            Reaper, Death, Wraith, I’ve got so many great names, thought Akira, trying to staunch the bleeding of her chest.

            “Please, if there’s anything I can do, I’ll do it!” said Atsushi, still begging for his friends’ lives.

            “I’ve changed my mind.” Fyodor raised his hand with the mark, and the Divine Being stepped forward with her katana in hand. “From the neck up should be more than enough to obtain the power I need from you.” He looked at the Divine Being. “My angel…decapitate them.”

            The Divine Being flicked her wrist downwards. And her hand fell to the side with the katana. Atsushi and Akira’s eyes widened. The Divine Being’s hand reappeared on her wrist a moment later, but she turned her head to face the person who had attempted to cut her apart.

            “How…” Atsushi stared.

            “That’s a look,” said Akira. I think the blood loss is getting to me. It was slowing as her healing ability caught up, but, still.

            “Oh my,” said Fyodor, raising a brow in amusement.

            “Fear death. Fear slaughter.” Akutagawa, dressed in shadow-like armor, held a sword and stared evenly at the Divine Being and Fyodor. “Should death toy with an innocent soul it shall thusly spill into the harbor of sorrow.”

            “Akutagawa…” said Atsushi in shock.

            I don’t remember him speaking “eloquently,” thought Akira.

            “I see,” observed Fyodor. “A little parting gift from Bram, then? Supposing the powers of the vampire still dwell within you, it’s not surprising you could follow the scent of blood here.”

            “I bear no grudge,” said Akutagawa. “However, I shall martyr myself on the pledge of this knight’s sword. To any barbarian who dares bring harm to the princess or to the commoners, I shall take aim, and I shall strike!” He raised his sword.

            Aya’s alive, realized Akira. And the vampires are compelled to protect her because of Bram. She wondered what Fyodor’s compulsion was. He did take over Bram’s body. He’d probably still kill her. Heartless bastard that he is.

            “It’s no use, Akutagawa!” shouted Atsushi as the Divine Being faced Akutagawa fully. “You’ll die if you fight her!”

            Akutagawa raised his head so that the helmet did not obscure his face. He stared at Atsushi indifferently. “Who the hell are you?”

            Atsushi’s eyes widened, and Akira narrowed her eyes. Apparently, mysteries were going to abound on all sides of this situation.

            The Divine Being moved behind Akutagawa and stabbed downwards with her practiced precision and power. Akutagawa blocked with his black shield.

            “Spatial distortion,” he said, reinforced the shield and moving himself farther from the Divine Being.

            He defended against that blade?! Atsushi’s eyes widened.

            “Well, well. Look at you,” remarked Fyodor. “You possess the ability to manipulate space, just as the Ame-no-Gozen does within the Divine Being. And yet…” He smirked.

            The Divine Being appeared behind Akutagawa, moving between planes and places of existence with ease.

            “So fast!” cried Atsushi.

            “Not fast—” said Akira.

            “Correct,” said Fyodor. “My darling angel can omit all movement up until the attack itself. In realm of space manipulation, I’m afraid you’re outclassed. My angel controls all she sees and feels, and she sees all.”

            The Divine Being struck, and Akutagawa whirled, blocking with his armored leg and kicking out. The Divine Being slid back from the strike. Akira grinned, Atsushi’s eyes widened in awe, and Fyodor started in shock.

            So she’s powerful, yes. But people can fight her, thought Akira. Fyodor’s plan isn’t untouchable. (Y/N) can be helped. That was all the strength Akira needed to stand again.

            The Divine Being and Akutagawa crossed blades. The two were equally strong and durable. Even when Akutagawa was forced back and his armor unwound to hover around him, he was not daunted by the being before him, the god.

            “You’ve even retained the vampire’s durability,” observed Fyodor, his self-satisfied smirking finally falling.

            Akutagawa stood straight with his helmet on. “This blade serves the heavens. This soul follows the path of righteousness. The path of the knight.”

            The Divine Being considered him, gaze steady behind her veil. “I serve order. I am order.”

            “I am order?” Just what exactly was this Divine Being? Akira furrowed her brow.

            The Divine Being and Akutagawa swung at one another. As their swords clashed, sparks of red and green light flashed and blinded their audience.

            “Let us pose a hypothetical.”

            Akira straightened as she heard the smirk in Fyodor’s words. His strategic voice was back, and that meant he had figured something out that spelt danger for them.

            “Let us suppose we have here an ability user who can block any attack with an impenetrable barrier,” said Fyodor. “However, this individual is one dimension below us. They inhabit the second dimension: the ‘paper world.’ Now. Question. Can we three dimensional beings break through this barrier and kill the individual?” He smirked. “The answer is, of course, with ease. Atop the paper, we may simply stab the man within the barrier. For within his world, ‘depth’ does not exist. We can circumvent the barrier and attack at will. A knife of a higher dimension is incomprehensible to him up until the moment he’s pierced, which rules out any possibility of evasion. Therefore, attacks coming from a higher dimension are intrinsically inescapable.”

            Third beats second. Fourth beats third—the Divine Being beats Akutagawa, even if it takes time. Akira’s eyes snapped to Fyodor as he held up his hand with the mark of the Divine Being.

            “Allow me to demonstrate,” he said with sadistic satisfaction.

            A sword burst from within Akutagawa’s stomach. He coughed, blood spluttering upon his lips. The Divine Being still floated in front of him, no change in her expression. Her sword had merely ceased to exist at her side and instead pierced him from the inside out—his three-dimensionality meant nothing to her.

            “Akutagawa!” cried Atsushi.

            “Shit,” cursed Akira as yet another avenue of fighting was brought to its knees. Was the Divine Being truly so unbeatable? Did she hold all the power in the world? Could they never defeat her and Fyodor to save (Y/N)?

            “She circumvented the higher dimension and delivered a blow directly to his internals.” Fyodor smiled sickeningly. “My angel is superior to you all.”

The look in his eyes as he gazed at the Divine Being was so far from love and so far fallen into obsession that it made Akira’s stomach turn and her horns fully curl out as her protective nature over (Y/N) reared its head.

            Akutagawa collapsed to the ground, blood pooling beneath his body. The Divine Being gazed down at him, but he didn’t fade into light. He was still breathing, but he was kept in check by her.

            “I’m sure you understand, now, how ill-advised it would be to fight a higher plane of existence,” said Fyodor.

            “What, you expect us to just roll over and die?” snarled Akira.

            “To be frank, whether you live or die is a matter far, far below my concern,” said Fyodor. “I can depend on my angel to dispatch of you and bring what I require. I must be going. It’s time to board my plane, after all.” He turned away, and the Divine Being stepped between him and Atsushi and Akira.

            “Then let me ask you this, demon of the far North.” Holding his katana tightly and wearing a grim, determined expression, Fukuzawa stepped out of the shadows in front of Fyodor. “Have you any interest in my survival?”

            Fyodor smirked, unfazed. “Not particularly.”

            Fukuzawa looked at the Divine Being and gritted his teeth. Grief creased his features. “(Y/N)…You’ve stolen her, warped who she is. Do not expect forgiveness.”

            “I made her who she was meant to be—a being far above all of you,” said Fyodor.

            Fukuzawa glared at him. “You stole Gen’ichiro’s dream of peace.”

            “I stole it? How absurd,” said Fyodor. “His dream of world peace was doomed from the start.”

            “What?” said Fukuzawa.

            “It would not have been possible to achieve world peace through his methods,” said Fyodor. “ ‘Unifying all states will eradicate war?’ An unlearned outlook befitting of your short lives. In any case, the framework of the ‘modern state’ itself only came into being around the eighteenth century and amounts to nothing but a toddling promise. Within the next several hundred years, political and militaristic affairs will likely become the jurisdiction of the private sector. Or, perhaps, colonies exercising independence as extraterrestrial communities will rise to prominence. No matter the ship, it won’t be known as any sort of antiquated system like a ‘Union of Mankind.’ Within their new groupings, man will once more settle into ‘us’ and ‘them’ and begin their massacre.”

            “They won’t,” said Fukuzawa forcefully. “In such a time, a union of mankind will rise yet again. And shouldering virtue and benevolence ‘us’ and ‘them’ will join together!”

            “That’s precisely it.” Fyodor tsked. “That’s the fatal flaw between the two of you. The very ‘virtue’ and ‘benevolence’ of which you speak. I think it’s spectacular. However, that’s only as long as it fits atop your palm. As ‘virtue and benevolence’ outgrow that fixed size, man grows irritated. ‘World peace.’ ‘A union of mankind.’ Humanity cannot bear such enormous virtue.”

            He cast his gaze down and sighed. “Man will always forgo virtue in favor of ‘what feels natural.’ Just as he’ll forever revere the ‘status quo’ more than ‘benevolence.’ A colossal commonwealth of man. Autocracy for world peace. The masses would never allow such a thing. They cannot even handle taking care of children without family.”

            Akira and Atsushi both stiffened. They had experienced the callousness with which the world treated people who did not belong. Atsushi hid behind shyness and became easily frightened as he tried to fit in. Akira built up walls and a rough exterior to protect herself. They both understood that peace was hard to find if you were not what people approved of.

            “With a union of man having set the stage, a party of heroes will come forth who feel such is ‘unnatural,’ ” continued Fyodor. “They shall destroy it all for their goal of division and independence.”

            “That isn’t true! Man will choose peace!” said Fukuzawa.

            “He will do no such thing,” said Fyodor. “I can prove it. Fukuchi claimed he killed five hundred in the name of world peace. Yet you yourself could not affirm it.”

            “…!” Fukuzawa started.

            “He killed innocent people,” said Akira savagely. “He killed my mother and (Y/N)’s! He claimed he wanted peace but he never sought to bring people together, only to eradicate those who went against him!”

            “Akira,” said Fukuzawa quietly, and Akira looked at him, quieting. Fukuzawa looked at Fyodor, shoulders sagging slightly. “That may be true…” He glared. “But you deceived Gen’ichiro by keeping quiet the issues that would plague a union of mankind. You made a fool of him, knowing peace would never come. You are pure evil!”

            “How absurd.” Fyodor put his hand to his heart. “I am Fukuchi’s successor. I am his disciple, inheriting his dream, bringing true, lasting peace.”

            “You want to bring peace?” said Akira. “I don’t believe it.”

            “How would you do it?” said Fukuzawa, narrowing his eyes.

            Fyodor smirked. “Through world war.”

            Fukuzawa’s eyes widened as a blade pierced his chest from the back. The Divine Being held the hilt and pushed the katana farther in, causing him to cough up blood.

            Atsushi let out a strangled scream.

            “No!” shouted Akira.

            It was too late. The Divine Being pulled the blade from his chest, and Fukuzawa crumpled to the ground.

            How did she do that? She was standing behind Fyodor— Akira’s eyes widened as she looked towards Fyodor. The Divine Being was still there. She was just also standing over Fukuzawa’s body.

            “By folding them across the axis of the fourth dimension, time, I’ve manifested the Divine Being of the past and the Divine Being of the present at once,” said Fyodor. “Three dimensional being such as yourself are able to draw with both hands simultaneously atop a two-dimensional surface, are you not? The same principle is now at play.”

            Goddamn these fucking dimensions, thought Akira furiously.

            Fyodor looked down at Fukuzawa and decided to humor him with the “how” of achieving world peace. “Eternal peace, born of world war…It’s a true shame I won’t be able to show it to you. In one corner, humanity. In the other, Gifted. That’s sure to be a long, long battle, don’t you think? Such opposition, coupled with threads of abhorrence, shall give rise to a humanity united.”

            “By uniting them against the gifted,” said Akira, narrowing her eyes.

            “Of course,” said Fyodor. “Gifts are, of course, a sin.”

            “You’re using us for your own ends,” said Akira. “Because you don’t see us as human.”

            “You? Most definitely not,” said Fyodor.

            “War in the name of peace?” From where he bled, Fukuzawa spoke angrily. “That’s contradictory!”

            “The stage has already been set,” said Fyodor. “The vampire’s global invasion has shown the world the danger of ability users. ‘We don’t need those abilities in the history of mankind.’ ‘Kill them all.’ Making them believe that will be simple with ‘One Order.’ ”

            Akira knew all too well that bigotry spread like plague. Fyodor could easily create the war he sought.

            “Utilizing not ‘virtue’ and ‘benevolence’ but the ‘hideousness of man,’ I shall bring forth a thousand years of peace built atop the corpses of the gifted,” said Fyodor.

            “What…are you?” breathed Fukuzawa, staring at Fyodor. “I can’t possibly see you as human. Why would you go to such lengths to—”

            “Ssh.” Fyodor pressed a finger to his lips at the moment Fukuzawa began to fade into light.

            “President!”

            “Fukuzawa!”

            “Atsushi, Akira…Forgive me,” said Fukuzawa tiredly. “I’m leaving the rest…in your hands…” He disappeared, and the Divine Being took the final sphere of green light into her hands. She clasped it gently, and it dissolved.

            Akira and Atsushi were left alone, facing with Fyodor and two Divine Beings who could come from any place and any time in a way they could never understand. How could they hope to win?

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Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Bungou Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Twenty Two, The Genius That Leads

(A/N- I read Romeo and Juliet before writing this and now I love the idea of William being called the prince of cats like Tybalt because of their similarities and that being the story much of his character is based on)

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Chapter twenty, part two

Chapter twenty one

“Deal.” The moment you said that a smile came across his face. You glanced back at the book you were asked to retrieve, before he could say something you grabbed it from the table. You looked back over at him, keeping the book curled up in your arm. “Not a word.”

“Only if you keep your end of the deal, doll,” Ayatsuji replied as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’ll have a hard time hiding that book at the party, what do you plan on doing?”

“I will be leaving early, I have my own matters to tend to.” You took out your phone, ready to call your driver to pick you up. “The Society is not the only affair that keeps me busy. There is something I need to get to the bottom of, a mystery if you will.”

“How interesting, but you are not a detective, are you?” He hums, tapping his gloved finger against his cheek. His eyes are fixed on you, scanning over your form, trying to find any sign of what you are thinking.

“Perhaps, it is a family profession after all.” You picked up the skirt of your dress and began making your way towards the door. You spared him a glance as you pushed open the door to the hallway. “Now I suppose I’ll see you soon enough and hopefully we will be on the same side of the playing field. Goodbye, have a lovely evening, detective.”

“We will see…”

You stepped out into the long hallway, slowly making your way to the garage where your driver would be picking you up. You looked down at your phone, dialing up your driver’s number. The ringing mixed with the echoing of your heeled shoes as they clicked against the floor. You were a far enough distance away from the auction hall that you knew Ayatsuji was not following you, but something still felt off. You felt yourself grow more tense as you walked along the hall, as if someone was watching you. The mixture of clicking and ringing did not help calm your nerves, only blocking out another one of your senses…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring-

You heard the line get cut at the sound of your phone getting a call. You pulled your phone away to see who was calling you, you looked down to see the contact name as none other than William Shakespeare. You hit the bright green button on the screen without hesitation, answering the call as you held it up to your ear.

“William, I have the book-“

“(Name), I need you to come to room two-three-six, the plan has changed.” You heard William’s voice speak to you, but he was not worried, not bothered, if anything he was… happy? “Things may be turning in our favor after all.”

Did he find Miss Jane already? Thoughts ran through your mind as you made your way down through the floors of the hotel. The clicking of your heels rang through the halls, everything was silent except the clicking of those heels. Soon enough you came to the door, knocking once and the door was answered not even a moment later. It was answered not a moment later by a familiar face, just not one you were expecting.

“Joan?”

Before you stood the maid who was one of the first people you met at the Society’s headquarters, only she was dressed in an outfit suited for business, a black suit and a blue plaid tie. Her long blond hair was down, not up in her usual bun that also let her blue eyes be on display. She smiled back at you, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stepped aside to allow you to come in. “It seems we have quite a bit to explain to you.”

“What do you mean- Oh!” You cut yourself off as you entered the room, turning your head to see sitting at the table of the luxury room the familiar face of William who summoned you along with-

“I apologize for setting you up, (Name).” Those words escaped those lips, soft and gentle as always. You saw sitting at the table with William, the form of Miss Jane. She was not dressed how you expected, she herself wore a black vest over a white button up, a long blue skirt, it was simple but elegant. She rested her head against her hand, a smile coming across her face. “The truth is, I never turned myself into Fitzgerald, I would never dream of it.”

You heard the sound of the person you once thought to be a maid closing the door behind you as she approached the table. William looked over at you with a smile, before a laugh escaped from his lips. “Honestly it surprised me as well, but Jane, Wells, and Leroux fooled us all.”

“Wells?” You turned to look at the woman who opened the door for you, was that Joan’s real name? Who was she really?

“Ah yes, let me properly introduce you,” Jane said, reaching out a hand over to the woman standing beside you. “This is an old friend of mine from my work in England when I was looking for capable individuals to join the Society. May I introduce to you H.G. Wells, she has been the one keeping our Society safe from the shadows this whole time along with the one who has been brewing up those  updates  on where I was for Emma and the others that led to this elaborate planning for this ball that fit into the plan I devised with Wells and Leroux.”

“But Gaston is missing, I found his blood in the room along with-“

“Not missing, he is exactly where he needs to be in this plan.” Wells cut in, coming to sit down on the couch not too far from the table, swinging her arms over the back of the couch and crossing her legs. “Leroux was kidnapped by a well-known European criminal known as Nikolai Gogol. Due to Gaston’s time working with the European Union when tracking down Fyodor Dostoevsky, he found evidence that the two had connections to one another.”

“So this all has to do with Fyodor, doesn’t it?” You asked, glancing around the room at everyone.

“Exactly, Gaston had informed me of what happened when he was asked by the Port Mafia to look into the disappearance of one of their executives who had Fyodor in their custody. We immediately knew Fyodor was planning something.” Jane nodded to your question and answered as it all was obvious. “We knew that the Port Mafia would be wanting any information they could in Fyodor after so even before all this we had all of Gaston’s observations from his work in European Union on Fyodor printed into a book and set up to be sold at an auction, that’s the same book you are holding now. We planned on dangling a carrot for the Port Mafia to desire and for Fyodor to destroy.”

You glanced down at the book you held, this was all a ploy. 

“I apologize for you having to be a pawn in all of this, but you played your role wonderfully.” Jane complemented with a smile, a giggle escaping her voice. “Now Gaston has Fyodor under constant surveillance and that  rat  has no idea, he will practically reveal everything to us and that bastard has no eyes on us because he is so focused on the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia.”

“I see, I have just a few questions…” You found yourself sitting down at the table along with the others, you felt yourself crew at your lower lip in thought. “How did you fake yourself leaving at the mansion all those months ago and how did you know that Nikolai would be here?”

“Ah, well the first answer is with Ms. Wells and her ability. She was disgusted as the driver who brought the two of us there. That envelope I gave her with the instruction to  open when the time was right  was all she needed to know what to do.” You glanced over at the woman on the couch, she was disgusted as a maid for all these months, what was stopping her from being disguised as a driver? “You see Wells’ ability is called Time Machine and allows her to manipulate time itself. So inside the envelope told her the exact time to activate her ability, when you got inside the car. She activated her ability on me, giving me 3300 seconds to go back in time myself and slip away from Fitzgerald, who was also used as a pawn in all of this. After that I returned to Europe for a few months, working with some old friends of mine in the Order of the Clocktower, but I am afraid that is trivial at the current moment.”

“I did not expect for you to be this much of a mastermind, Miss Jane.” You heard William chuckle as he crossed his legs with a closed-eyed smile. “But I suppose I should have expected that from the leader of the Society of Protection.”

“Well, I do pride myself on my understanding of the human mind, so manipulating it with both my plans and my ability is all too easy, no offense my dear (Name).” Jane apologized with a smile which you nodded to.

“None was taken, Miss Jane. After all, I have quite a lot to still learn.” You giggled along with her smile, which was true you did have so much to learn compared to the actual geniuses that hid within the Society. “But what of my second question?”

“Ah, about Nikolai, well that is thanks to your visit to Mr. Tonan with Leroux and Dr. Stevenson such a long time ago. Do you remember his assistant and the strange behavior he had?” You nodded at Jane’s question which caused her to hum. “I did not believe him at first, just a strange assistant and nothing more, at least that is what I thought at first. As you know Gaston is a composer at the Paris Opera House, a theater, he has experience with actors and the art of such so it is easy for him to tell when one is acting. He told me that he forced the attitude of a sane man to have a perfect accent, but not to one who works with actors from that part of the world every day, so detecting a fake accent was child’s play for him.”

“So Mr. Tonan’s assistant is Nikolai in disguise?” You asked, most. to yourself as you pondered the question and then it clicked. “Wait, Mr. Tonan and his assistant were invited to the ball, so Nikolai was among the guests.”

“Just as planned, they fell into our trap like rats.” Wells smiles as she speaks, running her hand through her hair. “And now we will trap them all like rats, all of them running in a maze they don’t even know.”

[myluckymoon]

I need some one to make either a chuuya x reader or a hazbin hotel reader x Lucifer were they are like Gomez Addams and morticia Addams, like they are head over heels for each other. Or dazai x reader(or anyone )

(and because both of them are short and their s/o is taller than them)

Please some one make this

[emomarktwain]

Art dump part 1 for this month because I suck at posting

Some of these were for cringetober others me being silly

[a-pups-writing]

Dear readers; members of the audience.

I used to write a lot, in many different fandoms as well, but got very off track because of mental and physical reasons HOWEVER I would love to get back into it!! So I'm writing this, to say that I'm open for requests and the likes! :3

Please be nice while requesting and commenting, and be patient! I'm only human after all. MDN (can't stop you from reading, know I did, but don't tell me). No judging, everyone has different interests!! Thanks <3.

What fandoms gonna write for;

my own OC's (would you like to meet them?)

Twisted Wonderland (including staff, RSA and NBC)

Black Butler (aged up charr.)

Obey Me (only platonic for Luke)

Diabolik Lovers (.. :3) + more.

BSD

What I'm fine with writing;

Fluff (M/F,M/F,F/F, Poly)

Smut (M/F,M/M,F/F, Poly)

Angst (including de@th, suicide, mental health disorders)

Romance (M/F,M/M,F/F, Poly)

BD/SM, other kinks.

monster stuff (teratophelia? I think that's what its called)

in the form of: HC'S, drabbles. (Maybe one shots, maybe..)

asks or scenarios, especially for my OC's!! (I love them, they deserve more love TT)

agere/petre, little space/CGL (SFW only)

Yandere content

What I won't write for;

rape, noncon (consensual noncon is fine)

paedophilia

zoophilia

necrophilia (zombies are fine)

[a-random-weeb]

someone please give me writing inspiration I beg of you. I don't care what you comment or repost just pleaseeeeeee I'm begging you guysssssssss

[elvestoneanzelote1]

May I please have a yandere chuuya x pm!moon please (info on her is on my blog)

𝘈:𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵! 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘖𝘤 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝘗𝘮! 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 (𝘰𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳) 𝘹 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘕𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢.

𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵.

Her smile was like the crescent moon which is a sight to behold.

Her green eye can be compared to the jade. Maybe more precious than that of the jewel.

One may find her height intimating. Yet at the same time who can adjust their height either way. Besides she walks in such grace that criticism are like compliments and adding up to her beauty.

Her ability is also worth a praise.

A very scary ability which... This can also be the reason why she and the gravity manipulator Chuuya Nakahara get along in the first place.

At first he to be truth intimitated to approach her.

Besides being in the same organization. He didn't felt in love at first. He isn't one to be that but he did felt attracted to her.

Her hair that sways with the wind as she walk graciously in the sunglight with her umbrella covering for her from sunlight despite her using a hat.

The more time he knows more about her the more he want to be... No know her more.

He felt envious of his partner Dazai as he brought a smile on her face. Their relationship... Was sweet. After all he help her in ability control which in fact he himself have no control of his own ability either.

The most beneficial was Mori but we don't talk about him here now do we?

And besides.

It was worth it.

These patience he held to hold her hand.

The patience to slowly let her open up.

The patience... Was agonizing precisely cut the hearth of his.

But now he have her...

He is with her now.

None matters.

His reward has always... Been the sweetest till today.

"Chuuya... You seems at daze did something occurred?" Moon asked him while his arms around her waist hugging her closer as he hummed in thought.

"I'm just reminiscing"

"About?"

"That how much we have come through" he said as he twirl her strand of hair on his finger and smile softly while kissing it.

"I suppose we did came along way"

"Yeah..." He said as he lean up towards her as she lean down to him.

As tender as the kiss was Chuuya can't help but smirk as his eye on the corner took notice of the certain brown eyes that seems to widen and have a conflicted look.

"I will never let you go... Moon" he whispered to himself after breaking from the kiss as she looked at him confused yet Chuuya just smiled in satisfaction while in the corner of his eye watching the brunette that had left the cafe.

It doesn't bother him if someone watches them and the fact the cafe already is booked.

Oh the satisfaction for him to see his ex partner and moon's ex boyfriend.

To be past by and saw them from the window pane.

It was worth it to take the seat beside the window pane after all...

He won her heart now and he will not let anyone come in between them.

She is with him and that's all it matter... And nothing else matter in his eyes.

Nothing

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A:n- that's all! Take care good night/morning I hope it was up to your liking.

[lvlyanqel]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗖𝗦

empty :(

𝗠𝗬 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗢 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗔

empty :(

𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗬 𝗗𝗢𝗚𝗦

empty :(

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗪 𝗠𝗔𝗡

empty :(

𝗝𝗨𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗨 𝗞𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗡

empty :(

𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗡

empty :(

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡 𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗧

empty :(

𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥

empty :(

note; all of my ocs are connected to a larger story, likely posted on my wattpad or soon to be posted on my wattpad. so if you enjoy one of them, you are likely to find their story there. i will not be doing larger works on here since it's just not necessary, thank you <3

[lavandulawrites]

I’m thinking about writing more NSFW fics/drabbles/headcanons. Both non-yandere and yandere (ONLY CONSENSUAL)

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Hey guys I’m curious if you all want oc content<333

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There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-Two

Dazai Osamu x Reader

Yandere! Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader

Chuuya Nakahara x Original Character

Chapter Twenty-Two: Divine Being

Manga Spoilers, as usual!!!!!!!

Summary: Atsushi, Fukuzawa, and Akira face Fyodor and an incomprehensible Being.

            Fyodor rose from his knees, lips lingering on the back of (Y/N)’s hand. Her expression barely changed, the cold green glow of her gaze not leaving his.

            Akira held Aya behind her, fists clenched upon seeing (Y/N) treated like a possession by that religious zealot. “Get away from her,” snapped Akira.

            “No, I don’t believe I will.” Fyodor glanced at Akira. “She is, after all, my angel. I gave her her true, divine form. Why should I leave her side now, after all I did to get her?”

            “…” Akira’s eyes flashed black.

            “This was your true objective.” Fukuzawa spoke with a voice that fought not to tremble. “You incited Gen’ichiro and caused the Decay of the Angels incident. You used the vampires, you used the United Nations, you even used the world war sixty years from now…”

            “ ‘World war sixty years from now?’ ” Fyodor smirked. “You still believe that? That was all a lie you thought up.”

            Aya’s eyes widened, and Akira gritted her teeth. Of course it was.

            Fukuzawa’s eyes widened. “What…did you just say?” His voice was hoarse at the revelation. “But Gen’ichiro himself received word of war from the prediction through Ame-no-Gozen.”

            Fyodor’s smirk was sharp and cruel at just how easy it had been to manipulate everyone. “Meddling with Ame-no-Gozen’s prophecy was a simple task. The blade can only span ten seconds or so each use. It would take countless time jumps to transmit information thirty-six years into the past. Which means there would be no way to confirm whether the first message was real or not. All I did was scribble a convincing enough fake into the wall. That’s all.

            “Having seen that, Fukuchi sent the ‘prophecy’ further into the past,’ ” he continued. “There was no longer any way to distinguish the real from the fake.”

            “Gen’ichiro’s fight…His wishes for peace…From the very start, it was all—” Fukuzawa almost couldn’t bear to finish the statement.

            “Precisely.” Fyodor gazed down at Fukuzawa with perfect indifference. “A charade.”

            A thousand thoughts flew through Fukuzawa’s mind. He can’t. This can’t have been in vain. His death can’t have been for nothing. He’ll burn for this! Fukuzawa’s eyes narrowed on Fyodor, and he grabbed his katana. In a moment, he lunged for Fyodor.

            “Wait!” said Akira, never one to try to stop violence, but Aya was in harm’s way, and (Y/N) wasn’t herself, and Fyodor had all the power.

            “Angel?” said Fyodor, perfectly calm. “You are now to bring order as you please. Kill all who bring chaos to our world.”

            (Y/N) raised her sword, and a green glow surrounded it. She flicked her wrist and swept the sword out. The green glow grew to giant proportions above the ground. The blade of green light blotted out all other light.

            “(Y/N), please, don’t—”

            The blade slashed through the whole airport before Akira could finished speaking. The entire world exploded with destruction around her. She, Fukuzawa, and Aya cowered as buildings caved down around them. As bits of machinery broke, explosions rocked the air. The three people facing (Y/N) and Fyodor were sent flying.

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            “Mr. President! Miss Akira!”

            Akira opened her eyes as Atsushi’s voice pierced her consciousness. He was lifting debris from where it had fallen around Fukuzawa and Akira.

            “Can you get out of there?” he said worriedly as he pushed the rocks and slabs of building away.

            “We can.” Akira hauled herself up and supported Fukuzawa, his eyes still downcast. She leaned him against a rock and sat down, equally exhausted. I hope the girl escape alive…

            “Where’s (Y/N)?” asked Atsushi. Akira’s fists clenched, and Atsushi’s eyes widened in fear. “No, she’s not—”

            “I don’t know,” said Akira, voice breaking on the words. “Fyodor did something to her, made her into some sort of Divine Being he can control…We played right into his plans.

            “What?” Atsushi’s horror was written all over his face. Everything they’d done, all the lives already lost, had been for nothing? It was just part of Fyodor getting where he wanted to be.

            “What’s the status of the airport?” Fukuzawa spoke quietly.

            “As far as I can see, it’s all been demolished,” admitted Atsushi. “Our comms are out, too. The equipment was probably taken out in the destruction.”

            “Here are your orders,” said Fukuzawa.

            “Yes, sir,” said Atsushi.

            “This goes for you, too, Akira,” said Fukuzawa.

            Akira glanced at him, remaining silent.

            “Run.” Fukuzawa said the word firmly, with true emphasis. “Get somewhere safe as fast as you can. The gates of hell have opened here. Staying brings our chances of survival to zero. Tell the others. You are to retreat. No matter what, do not fight the Divine Being.”

            Not (Y/N). The Divine Being. She wouldn’t hurt us, thought Akira, clenching her fists.

            “However…Dostoevsky, he alone must pay,” said Fukuzawa forcefully. “Undoubtedly, he’s currently headed towards the concealed M1 Hangar. He’s likely attempting to obtain an ultra-highspeed aircraft designated for high-ranking officials. With the stealth provided by a vehicle like that, he’d be utterly undetectable. If he’s able to escape, it’s game over. Dostoevsky will disappear into a darkness unreachable. Then, in some dark, unknown corner of the sky, he’ll use half of the earth to drag our world into a nightmare from which there will be no waking up.”

            “And he’ll still have (Y/N) in his grasp,” said Akira. She stood. “We have to go after him.”

            Fukuzawa nodded with equal somberness. “Don’t let him take off. These are your final orders!”

            “Yes, sir!” Atsushi took off.

            Akira stepped to follow him.

            “Akira.”

            She turned to face Fukuzawa as he spoke.

            “Thank you for risking your life,” he said.

            “Anything for (Y/N),” said Akira.

            Fukuzawa smiled slightly. “You’re much more like your mother than you know.”

            “Not my father?” said Akira wryly.

            “No. Not your father.”

            Akira turned and ran off to follow Atsushi with a bit more strength than she’d previously had.

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            “So, what’s our plan?” said Akira, following Atsushi.

            He jumped as she caught up. “I found one of the tools we hid.”

            “The flare gun,” said Akira, looking at it.

            “I need the Agency to meet up,” said Atsushi. “If we meet up, we can do anything.” He fired the flare. It shone in the air, and Akira and Atsushi watched it fade.

            Bang!

            Another flare went up from farther away towards the city.

            “There they are!” said Atsushi.

            Bang!

            A second flare shone like fire in the air. Atsushi’s eyes widened.

            “What do two flares mean?” said Akira, narrowing her eyes.

            “A need for emergency backup,” breathed Atsushi.

            “Fyodor,” said Akira. “He’s there with the Divine Being.” He’s not letting (Y/N) go. Dammit, where’s her stupid genius of a boyfriend when you need him?! Where’s Chuuya? Akira needed all the support possible to get (Y/N) back. Otherwise

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            “(Y/N), what is going on with you? We need to stop him, not aid him!” said Kunikida, staring at the Divine Being standing almost dutifully beside Fyodor.

            “Please, (Y/N)!” said Jun’ichiro.

            However, the Divine Being remained silent.

            “Should the Agency reunite, it would be quite troublesome,” sighed Fyodor beside her. “Let’s cull you one-by-one.”

            Finally, the Divine Being moved. She tilted her head and gazed at Jun’ichiro and Kunikida. Both were frozen in place as her cold green gaze landed on them, and they couldn’t help but avert their eyes. Something deep within them curled up in fear. Each had the sudden compulsion to beg forgiveness of the being standing before them, like judgement was arriving and they must make their case for salvation.

            “Mr. Kunikida…” Jun’ichiro stammered out a word. “What is that…person?”

            “I don’t…” Kunikida couldn’t finish his phrase.

            A breeze blew the Divine Being’s veil to the side, Jun’ichiro’s gaze met her eyes fully. As he looked into the green gleam, he felt like three black circles were swirling within them, drawing him into darkness. Jun’ichiro wrenched back from the void, hunched over, and hurled.

            Merely meeting her gaze did that?! Kunikida’s eyes widened. My trembling…This cold sweat…It won’t stop. This all leads me to a single conclusion. Kunikida looked at the being that held (Y/N)’s form, clad in a kimono spun of white that shifted to the green of (Y/N)’s true Gift. This being is something beyond human. Kunikida could have sworn he saw her head turn more towards him. Thankfully, the veil continued to obscure the true power of her gaze. This must be who destroyed the airport. To think (Y/N)’s gift could cause this destruction…

            “What are you?” breathed Kunikida, forcing the words out.

            “I am a straw rope, decayed.” The Divine Being’s voice echoed into Kunikida’s mind. The words came not just from her mouth but from the air itself. “The corpse of an avian. The trace light of daybreak. The copper coin, pilfered. I am god. Thusly, I am thou. I am the perfect whole of this world, yet I am an empty void. I am all. I am none.” She raised her head, and Kunikida averted his eyes as the breeze blew her veil back. “I am the Divine Being of Natural Order.” The slivers of sunlight touched her kimono, and she glowed with true divinity. “A torrential downpour off the eaves of a home,” she continued. “The shade of the heavens, a night wetted by rain.”

            The Divine Being of Natural Order? Kunikida furrowed his brow. What the hell is happening in this airport?!

            “Thou art wounded.”

            Kunikida’s eyes widened. When did she get behind me?!

            The Divine Being stood behind him, and Kunikida could barely breathe as her presence pressed down around him. He dared not turn around.

            “How…unfortunate,” said the Divine Being. There was barely any cadence to her voice, no true feeling. Not unless Kunikida searched for it, and he feared listening to the words of a god further. If her eyes could cause distress, what were her words capable of? “You need not let your heart be troubled. Such hollow pain. Such hollow hopes. Such hollow judgements. Such hollow consciousness. Such hollow order.”

            Instant teleportation? Kunikida gritted his teeth as his shaking legs fought to remain standing. No…If she is a Divine Being made of Ame-no-Gozen, all those weapons Fukuchi possessed…then, could it be leaping through space? If that’s the case, then it wouldn’t just be space, but time, too? Whatever Fyodor had done to (Y/N), it had created a being of seemingly endless power.

            “Everything is hollow,” said the Divine Being. “Hollow of meaning. Hollow of truth. Hollow of order.”

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            Akira and Atsushi sprinted forward. If they could get to Agency quickly, they could escape with them from the Divine Being and stop Fyodor from escaping, but they needed to get to them. They rounded a corner of debris and found Fyodor standing tall. He wore a pleased smirk as he calmly watched the Divine Being. Jun’ichiro was crouched on the ground, staring at the Divine Being with awe and terror. She stood before Kunikida, floating slightly above the ground.

            “Tanizaki!” said Kunikida. “When I signal, use your ability to escape.”

            “But Mr. Kunikida!” said Jun’ichiro.

            The Divine Being’s katana materialized in her hand. She drew it back.

            “No, (Y/N) doesn’t kill!” shouted Akira.

            The Divine Being paused with her sword raised. A beat of silence roared in Akira’s ears. The Divine Being plunged the katana into Kunikida’s stomach.

            “No! Mr. Kunikida!” shouted Atsushi, running forward.

            Kunikida grabbed ahold of the blade impaling him and gritted his teeth. He stared up at the Divine Being’s eyes behind the veil, refusing to display the fear he felt oh-so-acutely. “Tanizaki, run! Now’s your chance!”

            “B-But—”

            “Now!” ordered Kunikida. Green light was glowing from his wound.

            “Honorable until the end,” said Akira, running forward. She couldn’t mourn, not when there were things to do, people it save. For (Y/N). Stay alive for (Y/N). Get (Y/N) back. Atsushi grabbed Jun’ichiro and darted off.

            The sword within Kunikida shone into emerald light. He coughed and tilted his head back. “Great…Fantastic move.”

            “Thou…This world…” The Divine Being paused as if sighing. “All equally hollow. But order must come. This blade, death itself, bring order. They have no power to harm thee.”

            Kunikida closed his eyes as his body faded into green bubbles of energy, tiny sprites of power. “Even if I die…my ideals will live on…”

            He faded into emerald light. It condensed into a single sphere of power, and the Divine Being held it. She gazed it moment a moment before curling her hand around it. It popped, dissolving into her hand.

            Kunikida’s notebook of ideals fell to the ground. He was gone.

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Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Twenty, Part Two The Masque of the Red Death

(A/N- not a full chapter but very important)

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Throughout the night, music and chatter filled the hall. The familiar face of Gaston Leroux stands against the wall, a glass of champagne in hand, he was going his best to keep his eye on Ayatsuji, members of the Hunting Dogs, and other government workers, if any of them interfered with the plan it could be all over. His eyes also kept darting to the door, keeping an eye on who came in and left, making sure none of them would cause a problem either.  Then his eyes fell on a familiar man, through not many would recognize him with the masquerade theme of the night, it was Mr. Tonan’s assistant. He was leaving the room but Gaston spotted Mr. Tonan talking to Victor not a moment ago. Without a word to any other society members Gaston activated his ability and stepped through the wall, disappearing from everyone’s sight. Gaston walked out into the hallway, keeping his ability activated to keep his foot falls non existent. He silently followed the man, upstairs, into another meeting hall, one that would be used for the auction that would be held tonight. Gaston hid himself behind a long window curtain, watching. The assistant went over to the table of cases, full of items for tonight’s auction, he was trying to tamper with the lots. Gaston  stepped out from behind the curtain and deactivated his ability so that when his heels hit the floor it made a sharp clicking sound, getting the assistant’s attention.

“Did you get lost? I believe the party is downstairs.” Gaston said, looking the man over with a polite smile, but one that quickly fell when the man didn’t say anything. “Or perhaps you meant to come here?”

At that the man slowly turned to look at the composer and that wicked grin came across his face that gave even Gaston chills. Then Gaston gained notice of his eyes, green and blue, they weren’t that way before. Then the scar over his eye, that also wasn’t there before. Then it was the hair, black to white, then the clothes to that of clown’s, and a card coming to cover his eye, but what stayed the same was that horrifying smile. It was an ability that was changing him of that there wasn’t a doubt, a teleportation ability perhaps? 

Then he felt it, behind his head… the barrel of a gun…

That’s when he knew…

“Nikolai Gogol, I’ve heard of you, didn’t I think I’d meet you in person ever.” Gaston said, staying calm despite the gun on his head. “And what would a criminally insane or perhaps just an insane criminal want here? This auction doesn’t seem like your style not to mention this is far from Europe and your home ground.”

“Let me answer your question with another question.” Nikolai replied as Gaston felt the gun move down onto his neck. “What is Fyodor doing here?”

The composer’s eyes widened at the mention of the name, he was so much in shock that he would have stepped back if it wasn’t for the gun behind him. 

“What?”

“Don’t worry he’s not actually here as in this building, but why?” There was a long pause in silence, Gaston didn’t actually know why he was. He had been helping try to stop the Guild and he knew why, but why are they still here? Their goal wasn’t Fyodor, so why were they? “Ohhh you don’t actually know, such a shame… but I can’t just let you leave after what you’ve seen, I’m sure Dostoy would love to see you.”

Gaston felt the gun move down his spine, pressing into the small of his back. He could feel the pressure shift as Nikolai pressed his finger on the trigger.

3…

2…

1…

BANG

…But the bullet never met skin…

Gaston activated his ability just in time, letting the bullet fly right through his ghostly body but then in a flash of gold it disappeared…

Gaston looked around confused…

Oh no…

Gaston saw the bullet reappear in the corner of his eye. The flash of gold then the searing pain in his side as the bullet drove into his skin just above his hip. The world went white in pain as Gaston fell to the floor. His vision was rapidly fading and the last thing he saw was Nikolai’s smiling face…

Gaston Leroux, Society Member

Status: missing