Hello, Hello!!

Hello, Hello!!

You said your requests are open, yes? Well, im here to submit one if it's not a burden <33

Can I request Fyodor Dostoevsky x Male reader who is a religious cult leader? (You can choose it's it's yandere, platonic, romantic, etc)

For example, the reader is a priest but is super nice, a little too nice-- Fyodor happens to run across him during in what the start of season four would be(when the ADA didn't listen to Ranpo's starting point) and deemed m/n as just: "a feeble priest" who invited him to church, however, when Fyodor decides to go to the church out of curiosity he finds out m/n is insane for whatever god he worships, instead of his soft and caring personality he had when he first met Fyodor; he now has a more crazed and insane one, "reaching the holy words" and screaming obscenities to the rest of the church members in the pews?

And possibly for an interesting touch(only for the drama because im quite obsessed with dramatic stories where characters get surprised when m/n does something), the reader usually keeps their eyes closed, eventually leading people into thinking that he is blind, only for him to open his eyes when he's doing cultist meetings?

I know this is such a strange ask 😭😭 and if it makes you uncomfortable I understand 100%, this is actually a storyline for one of my ocs, and I thought it would be neat to see this sort of storyline in your style and as a fanfic!!

(P.S I HAVE READ SOME OF YOUR WRITING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😭❤️❤️ I don't request often either so I wanted you to know this is how much I appreciate your writing style)

thanks for requesting!

☆ the wolf in sheep's clothing

fyodor dostoevsky x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above!

the lowercase is intentional !

you were going about your day, on your way to your work as a priest before bumping into a man. this man was no ordinary man, it was fyodor dostoevsky, a member of the decay of angels. but you didn't know that yet, and neither did he know about your secret profession.

"i'm so, so sorry!" you stutter out with a bow, keeping a nice, caring persona on to lure fyodor in. your eyes are closed, so you can't make out what the man infront of you looks like, but you take a quick peak at him before closing your eyes again. "it's alright," he smirked. "don't worry about it." his accent was thick and heavy. you were now more curious about him. you were definitely going to try and lure him into your cult.

"my name's [name]. i am truly sorry for bumping into you.." your eyes are closed and fyodor can now understand why you bumped into him. you were probably blind, so he felt a little sympathetic towards your case, which was a surprise from him. "it's okay, don't worry about it truly. i'm fyodor." he smiled, even though you wouldn't be able to see.

you bowed at him again, still muttering a string of apologies before he takes your shoulder in his hand. "please stop apologising, i've already forgiven you." the contact made you shiver, but in a good way. you looked up at him again. "okay, okay. sorry. would you like to come over to come over to my church? i was just on the way now before bumping into you. it'll be my way of showing gratitude and forgiveness." you smile, but there's a hint of evil about your smile that fyodor doesn't seem to catch on to.

"oh, well i don't see why not." fyodor smiled in response. "if you're insisting, i'll come along. i guess it is really the only way you could repay me." the black haired man continued smiling. fyodor was geniunely curious about your church. what god did you worship? etc, etc. those questions were running through his mind. he also liked how sweet you were, it was like he could take advantage of you if he'd like to later. but he was wrong, of course. you didn't show him how you truly were. a cruel, evil cult leader. you simply acted all sweet to lure more people into your trap.

the two of you then arrived at the church. it was lively as people were waiting for the next session to take place and they were waiting for [name] to lead it. you had a smirk on your face as you faced fyodor again. "you just sit where you like and have a little listen to my ceremony, okay?" you smile sweetly at him, but your intentions are far from sweet.

the atmosphere of the church was also quite sinister.. but fyodor couldn't tell what was off about the whole place just yet. he decided to go along with whatever you had planned. he sat down in a seat near the back and waited for you to start.

you walk to the altar and get your things ready to prepare your next speech for your followers. you enjoy the feeling that you have a new guest today - fyodor. maybe you'd convince him to join your 'true' religion in the end and get him to praise your 'true' god.

"greetings, guests!" you call out, finally opening your eyes to scan the eyes of the audience. fyodor was a little startled at first. he didn't think you could see.. but maybe that was just a slight misjudgment on his behalf, so he tried to brush it off and not seem ignorant.

everyone was already shouting praises at you, even though you had only said two words. everyone sitting in the rows at the church were all familiar faces that you knew. you took your time usually to greet each individual once you entered the church, but today was different. you were running late due to fyodor, so you'd leave all the friendliness with your followers to later.

"i assume everyone knows why we're gathered here today?" you ask and people in the crowd yell back a string of 'yes'es or just screams. "oh but of course, there is someone new here today!" an evil grin grows on your face as you turn to look at fyodor. "I hope everyone will be nice to our hopefully new follower!" your grin then turns into a sweet smile, hints of evil still around it. your voice was sickeningly sweet as well, starting to creep fyodor of all people out a little bit too.

"today we are gathered yet again to praise the true god!" you yell out, your voice starting to grow more and more menacing as you praised this false god. "not the ones those so called real worshipers follow.. our god!" everyone started cheering your name, they seemed to be just as brainwashed, or even worse than you.

fyodor was starting to get a little creeped out. he wanted to leave, and fast. he didn't intend on meeting a cult leader in the first place. he just thought he had bumped into a sweet, innocent and blind man. but oh how he was so wrong.

your words started to linger in fyodor's mind. everything you said about this god stuck out to him. some of his curiosity was peaked, maybe it was because of you - not the person you decided to worship. something about you seemed so interesting, fyodor forgot his intentions on leaving now. he wanted to stay and listen to your voice forever.

maybe it was your voice, the way you spoke about this idol you worshipped. or maybe it was how captivating you were, the way you faked your sweet charm just to lure him in. whatever it was, fyodor was definitely interested. he was definitely going to be coming back for more talks.. mostly because he wanted to be by your side though.

once the 'prayer' meeting was over and you had said goodbye to each of your guests, you decide to go back to fyodor and have a chat with him. he had a surprised look on his face the entire time you spoke and you were certainly amused by that. "well hello, fyodor." you spoke, a smirk on your face. it the exact one you had playing on your face when fyodor first came into the church. "i see you enjoyed your time here, yes?" you asked, leaning close to him. he immediately nodded, captivated by your alluring voice.

"yes, i did enjoy it. for more reasons than you may think, however." fyodor laughed lightly, looking at you. "it is safe to say, i will be returning.. only if i am not busy with my own plans you see." he smiled at you, slightly returning the smirk you had on your lips. "of course, of course! you are welcome to join us anytime. i will be delighted." you chuckled back, pleased to hear that the ravenette will be returning.

fyodor had practically forgotten who you were - a cult leader that just spewed obscenities to his followers. he had completely zoned out.. but he wasn't that innocent of a man either, so he couldn't blame you. fyodor was truly fascinated about your act, maybe he could learn a thing or two from the wolf in sheep's clothing...

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☆ the moments after

dion lesage x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: [name] comforts dion with his worries after an intimate night. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

- brief mentions of sex but no nsfw.

the lowercase is intentional !

the air was thick and heavy, the moments of your intimacy with dion lingering in the air as the two of you pant heavily. dion holds you close, even though the two of you are sweaty and extremely warm. he just confides in you.

"thank you for that, [name]." the prince whispers, kissing your forehead as he snakes his arms around your waist to drag you in even closer. you chuckle hearing how thankful he is. "you don't have to thank me, we are lovers after all. this is normal, dion." you whisper back, resting your head on his chest. "even though we are lovers, i feel like i need to thank you. you've helped me relieve my stress today, and i'm glad." dion sighed, placing a kiss to your cheek this time. "plus, me thanking you just shows you how much i care for you, does it not?" the prince ruffles your hair with a small smile on his face.

the dim lights in the tent reflect off of your bodies and you see dion's smile. so naturally, you smile back. you absolutely love how caring dion was in private and off of the battle field. he truly made you weak in the knees, and he always made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

you lean in even closer to dion and kiss his lips, sweetly and tenderly. it wasn't filled with the same intense passion and heat as it was a few minutes prior. it was just filled with an innocent love that the two men shared for eachother.

once the kiss ends, the two men pull away and stay close to eachother on the bed still. their naked bodies touching, and their gazes on eachother. you look at dion with so much love, and he looks at you the same. yet, it was almost as if the two of you always competed to see who loved who the most.

"i love you." you speak softly, not wanting anyone else to hear this exchange, even though nobody would dare step into the prince's private tent this late. "as do i. i love you too, [name]." dion responds, sharing the same soft tone that you spoke with.

"i am truly glad we could spend tonight together." the prince starts, and you listen. you always listened to him, because your ears never wanted to listen to anything else. "life has just been so stressful, all of my duties as prince and bahamut.. it piles up and takes a toll on me, even if i do not show it." he sighs, a frown tugging at his lips, but he's still glad you're listening.

you stroke dion's blonde hair gently, humming along to what he has to say. "well, you have put up with a lot. you are very strong, my prince." you say, trying to reassure the man who was laying next to you. dion sighs again, still feeling affected by all of his duties. you understand, being in his position must be tough - your own family using you for your powers in war. it's cruel, and dion knew it all too well.

"i guess i am strong, but that's all people value me for." dion mumbles, leaning in to your touch, your warmth. "they don't chose to think about what the prince feels.. ever since that traitor walked into my father's life, everything has gone downhill." he shook his head, acting as if that would help him get his mind off of things. it wouldn't. of course it wouldn't.

for a few moments, you lay in the bed with dion in silence. it's not a bad, awkward silence. it's a comforting one that lets dion know you're listening. "dion..." you start, not knowing how to finish your sentence. instead, you just press a kiss to dion's lips yet again, wanting him to know that you care. luckily, he understood the message like he always did.

"i'll always be here for you, dion." you whisper against the prince's lips as you part from the kiss. he nods in response, his frown ripped away from his face, returning to a smile. "no matter what you do, or what happens, i'll always be here for you. i love you." you reassure dion, and he nods again, still pressing your bare body against his. "i love you too. i know i can count on you no matter what." he replies back, not wanting to let go of you. he was always going to stick by you, no matter what. he wasn't going to go back on his words now.

and then the two of you layed together for the rest of the night, whispering sweet nothings into eachother's ears and stealing kisses. oh how you both loved the moments after..

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☆ author's note: me and dion are actually married ?? i am terence.

☆ spike into my heart!

- in which [name] and kageyama are ex-boyfriends who happen to recconect after one of kageyama's old friends talk about [name]'s new song...

☆ kageyama's contacts ▪︎ [name]'s contacts

- 001 : have you heard his new song?

- 002 : coming soon...

☆ our teachers are gay?!

gojo satoru x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: you and gojo are both teachers at tokyo jujutsu high. your students start catching up on little things about the two of you, coming to a conclusion that their teachers are gay, but is that the truth? (meant to be viewed as romantic, hints at an established relationship.)

the lowercase is intentional !

satoru and [name] had been teaching at tokyo jujutsu high for a few years now. the two have made memories, had laughs and even arguments during the time. the students loved their teachers, always finding them amusing.

this years first years were a first, though.

"he's definitely gay!" a student yells. "no, he's not! he definitely has a wife and two kids!" another student yells. the person that they were talking about? [name]. itadori and nobara were arguing about whether or not they thought their teacher was gay for their other teacher or not, whilst megumi just sat there listening to their bickering. nobara thought [name] was gay, whereas itadori thought he wasn't.

megumi just sat there, listening to his friends arguing. it was constant, but he knew it was just banter after all. megumi had a small smirk on his face as he listened.

megumi knew the truth, well, half of the truth. he knew of gojo's feelings towards [name], but he never knew of [name]'s feelings towards gojo. megumi and gojo were practically father and son, not that megumi would admit that, so he could tell how gojo felt. megumi was the only reserved first year, so he learnt to pick up on people's emotions and feelings quickly, which included gojo's.

it was clear, by megumi's perception of the world, that gojo was definitely into [name]. gojo always tried to, and not so subtly in fact, flirt with [name]. yet, it always ended up in [name] saying a bunch of curses with a red face. maybe [name] did like gojo back? but, how was megumi going to know? he's not [name] and maybe the red face megumi always saw was just his teacher embarrassed, not flustered.

megumi also noticed how close the two teachers were. there were always together eating lunch or talking or supervising training sessions where they also talked more. perhaps it was because they could only talk to eachother, they were the only teachers there excluding the principal. or.. maybe it was something else? it did seem like there was more of a rivalry going on between the two men in megumi's eyes, but who knew. only gojo and [name] did.

a certain someone clears their throat after hearing all the bickering down the corridor. "and what are you three talking about?" the voice asks, and it just so happens to be gojo. itadori and nobara are in big trouble now.

itadori looks at gojo in horror, already accepting that he's been caught. nobara just looks at gojo with a small, innocent smile, hoping itadori won't mess up and say something wrong.

"uhm.. we were just talking about [name]'s love life-" itadori starts before nobara jabs him in the stomach to get him to shut up. "we were discussing what places we can visit in tokyo during our days off!" nobara cut in. gojo had a smirk plastered on his face. it was so obvious that he knew the truth about what they were talking about.

megumi sighed and he rolled his eyes at his two friends. "you idiots.. look at his face. he knows what you two were talking about." megumi muttered under his breath, shaking his head at how stupid his friends were. "plus.. his six eyes probably sensed you guys were talking about [name] anyway." megumi decides to add his own snarky comment.

"ah, so my suspicions were true." gojo chuckled. "if you really want to find out more about [name], why don't you ask him yourselves? although, he'd probably want to punch me if you told him i suggested the idea.." gojo spoke his thoughts aloud.

as if on queue, [name] steps into the room with a confused look on his face. "what are you all standing around here for? i thought training was meant to start ten minutes ago.." he sighed, a hand resting on his hip. the three first years all look at eachother before rushing out of the room to go to the field.

[name] just shook his head as he watched his students leave. "what were you doing in here with them, satoru? because it definitely wasn't reminding them that training was about to start." [name] said, looking at gojo as he spoke. gojo just shrugged at [name]'s question, starting to follow the first years out to the field.

the first years quickly got to training. they were practicing their cursed technique skills and hand to hand combat whilst [name] and gojo kept a close eye. the two teachers were standing close together, smiling as they occasionally made small talk.

"so, what about that date i was talking about earlier?" gojo pipes up, smiling at [name]. [name] just scoffed in response, punching gojo in the shoulder. "don't ask me about dates whilst we're infront of our students, satoru." [name] chuckled and gojo joined in.

gojo then snaked an arm around [name]'s waist, pulling him in closer and giving him a small kiss on the forehead. "okay, okay. but we're still going on that date after work, right?" gojo asks. "you're not helping yourself!" [name] replies, pushing gojo away with a huge smile on his face.

of course, the three first years saw this play out. when gojo and [name] thought they were being so subtle, they were caught in the act. the three first years stopped what they were doing and stared at their teachers in shock.

gojo and [name] just watched their students with smiles on their faces. gojo still had his arm wrapped around [name]'s waist as he pulled his lover in for a kiss, not caring about their students. they had already been caught, so what was the harm in sharing a kiss in the end?

"see! i told you he's gay! you owe me big time, itadori!" nobara yells out, starting to chase itadori around the field.

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☆ the way you look at him

clive rosfield x male reader [he / him] (main - joshua rosfield x male reader)

sypnosis: clive watches as his younger brother falls in love with his childhood best friend. (clive and [name] pairing is meant to be platonic, joshua and [name] pairing is meant to be romantic.)

the lowercase is intentional !

- ffxvi spoilers under the cut

clive always saw joshua and [name] together. the two were always together, no matter where they were or whoever else was with them. it was almost as if the two always ended up finding eachother.

clive felt happy for his younger brother. it was nice to see how happy joshua looked whenever he was with [name]. clive was just glad his brother had a friend, even though if the two weren't both men people would assume they were dating.

the first time [name] and joshua met was when they were both 10. clive was out on the training grounds, practicing different sword tricks to help become a better shield for the phoenix of rosaria. joshua was coming to watch before he tripped and landed on his face. clive rushed to help, before was cut off by a young boy who brought joshua back up on his feet.

joshua coughed a little as he stood up on his feet again, slightly wobbling. he then turned to the boy who helped him and smiled, bowing a little. "thank you.." the phoenix spoke. the young boy nodded and smiled back. "no problem, i'm [name]. i didn't think i'd get to see the phoenix!" [name] exclaimed, being an estatic 10 year old in the presence of joshua.

clive also smiled as he watched the two young boys interact from a distance. he was happy his brother finally found a friend and that joshua wouldn't have to cling to him and jill now, even if he didn't mind joshua's presence really. clive went back to practicing his sword skills, occasionally stealing glances of joshua and [name].

months passed, leading joshua and [name] to grow closer and closer and closer. the two were inseparable, even though they had only known eachother for such a small amount of time. clive always saw the two boys together. he was looking out for his brother most of the time, even if joshua was out playing with [name]. clive was the older brother, so it was only natural to feel worried about his younger brother.

joshua and [name] would play in the streets of rosalith, they'd chase after torgal or sneak up on clive and jill. it was all good fun and it'd end up in the two boys laughing and giggling a bunch later. joshua loved it so much, he often thought about the times he and [name] spent together when they were younger. however, he wasn't going to admit that.

then, the inevitable happened. joshua was sent to phoenix gate with his father and brother, whilst [name] stayed in rosalith, awaiting for his best friend's return. clive remembered the look on [name]'s face after he heard of the news. [name] was devistated, he didn't want to be alone from his friend. yet, it was joshua's duty, and [name] was of no position to change that.

all of the chaos then struck... a second eikon of fire appearing out of nowhere, joshua missing and supposedly dead, and rosalith being invaded by another foreign army.

luckily, [name] and his family managed to flee rosalith, finding themselves residing elsewhere for the time being. the 10 year old [name] was devistated. he didn't want to be apart from joshua. his heart ached, yearned for his best friend to be okay, for his best friend to come back to him. yet, he'd only hear from his friend years later.

18 years later, clive, joshua and [name] all reunited. joshua and [name] had found eachother around 5 years earlier on accident, but they've been by eachothers side ever since, and clive could tell.

clive saw the way joshua looked at [name]. it wasn't the innocent, sweet look in his eyes that he had when he was younger, it was a different look, a look that had a deeper meaning behind it. clive thought it looked like.. love. but that couldn't be, could it? two men in valisthea, his own brother for that sake! he couldn't believe it.

then, clive noticed the way joshua was practically all over [name]. joshua spent time with clive, yes, but he always ran back to [name], no matter what. the two of them stayed by eachother's side all the time. clive thought it was because the two of them were best friends and they had a lot to catch up with, but he was wrong. he was so wrong.

the older rosfield brother realised his younger brother was in love. joshua was in love with [name] even if the two were men. it all made sense. everything came into place, everything since the beginning. clive couldn't believe it. how could he not have noticed?

clive rushes to find joshua who's hanging around the hideaway on his own, no sign of [name] this time. clive then put his hands on joshua's shoulders, looking into his eyes deeply. "joshua.. you have something to tell me, don't you?" the ravenette spoke.

joshua was caught a little off guard by his older brother's sudden approach, but he realised what clive meant. "yes. i do have something to tell you, yet you already know what i want to say." joshua sighed, shaking his head slightly. "please do not hate me, brother. i didn't think i'd feel this way towards [name], but alas i cannot change how i feel."

clive wrapped his arms around joshua's frame, smiling. "how could i be angry at you, joshua?" he chuckled, squeezing the phoenix tight. "i was just shocked at first, but then i realised and it made sense." clive spoke quietly, not wanting anyone to hear this conversation between him and his brother.

"i see the way you look at him, the way the two of you are all over eachother and such.. the two of you are so obvious, you should be glad more people haven't found out, or else something worse could happen." clive spoke again before pulling away from joshua. he kept a smile on his face, truly happy for his brother.

joshua nods, smiling back at his brother. "i'm glad you are not angry at me, brother. i didn't think you'd take this so.. well, lightly." joshua shook his head, his thoughts weighing him down.

"go, tell him." clive whispered, putting a hand on one of joshua's shoulder. "go." joshua nods again and he sets off to find [name].

clive couldn't be more happier for [name] and joshua. he saw the way everything played out, but he didn't even realise! 18 years he thought that the two best friends would only stay best friends, but that's not the case anymore. he's glad, really glad.

"go.. joshua.." clive whispered out again as he saw joshua run off after [name], a tear rolling down his cheek.

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