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ranpo w a burnt out gifted kid younger sibling!!

• After both of your parents died, Ranpo felt the need to look after you due to your age gap. But like you, he was also a young child at that time. Like you, Ranpo also needed someone to take care of him.

• After being taken in by Fukuzawa, you both received proper education. You grew up to be this talented, over achieving child. You had a habit of joining competitions such as writing, math and robotics. Usually, being the intelligent kid you are, you were use to recieving 99.7 or even a 99.8 on your report cards, because of course, the teachers couldn’t just put 100% for several reasons.. 🫠

• You both were lucky enough to be gifted a better lifestyle. So Ranpo held his chin up with pride, not wanting to let down Fukuzawa and the people whom depend on him. • You did the same as your brother. You upheld a certain flaming pride, always feeling the need to excel in all you do. Academics, musical instruments, damn it, even baking??

• Throughout the years, Ranpo had noticed your demeanor faltering. He knew you were getting more and more tired with each day. • He didn’t want to confront you, deciding it was best to leave you and your feelings be. But that didn’t mean you were safe from his constant small acts of love, such as sharing his snacks with you (he eats half of it though.)

• If he was to be honest, he’d say you were foolish for taking on too many tasks and after school extra-curricular programs. In his opinion, you didn’t need to “prove yourself” by showcasing that you were talented in various aspects. He knew you were intelligent, almost as intelligent as he was when he was your age. So he found you and your little academic interests quite silly.

• When he’d notice you were restless, Ranpo would pull you away from your duties and suggest watching your favorite show/movie, despite the criticism he’s uttered about them.

• Ranpo loves you a lot, just so you know. Oh, obviously you knew, duh. But there were times he’d seen your restless eyes scanning through every crook and cranny of your homework papers and online school website, reading word to word and drinking all the words up into your brain, that he thinks you’re being too overwhelmed by your own pride and joy, that you forget that you still have a life to live, and a brother to spend time with in cafe’s eating all the sweet pastries you can.

‧͙*̩̩͙❆ anything you wanna be

ˋ°•*⁀➷ hi first bsd fic,, just soukoku pining for you cuz friends to lovers <3

ˋ°•*⁀➷ osamu dazai, nakahara chuuya (separate) x gn! reader

°˖➴ listening to: marvelous - wallows

₊˚ alcohol, ambiguous relationship, friends to lovers, more fluff than should be allowed tbh

all you had to do was say you wanted him and he’d be yours in a heartbeat, but it would never be that easy. it would be in a perfect world, but realistically, the words would just get caught in your throat every time you tried to force them out. dazai wasn’t stupid, he knew of your feelings for him even before you did. to say the man was confusing would be a gross understatement, he’s impossible to read. it’s frustrating really, the fact that nights like this one are the only times he exposes even a sliver of his true feelings.

stumbling and tripping in the cool sand on the beach, his hand in yours as he lead you to the water. the sun had long set, leaving an inky black sky in its wake and stars reflected in the calm, salty water. the sand was easy to trip on, showcased almost too perfectly when you fell into dazai. he flipped around instantly to catch you, splashing into the shallow waves with you in his arms.

you doubted he’d ever look this beautiful, sand in his hair and sticking to his cheek, a genuine smile on his face as he held you in the cool water, not caring if either of your clothes got wet in the process. worst case scenario, he’d lend you one of his t-shirts to wear, then he gets the pleasure of seeing you in his clothes! the kiss shared under the moonlight with the softest and smallest of waves crashing over your bodies would be one you’d remember forever, even if he was just a friend. he knew you loved him and he loved you, but it wasn’t really official.

your best friend wasn’t a very affectionate person at heart, at least not until relatively recently. his cold exterior lent to a much more intimidating image of him, the reality just being a five-foot-two man with too much anger in his short body. it took him a long time to open up to you, so many nights spent drunk and panicking over a slip of the tongue that you likely wouldn’t remember come morning. using his gravity manipulation to mess with you was part of day to day life, making you float just above the ground to watch you flail helplessly trying to regain your balance.

he’s your best friend, nothing more. why, then, did you find your heart beating so fast whenever he was around? was it the way he always found a way to get you into trouble, subsequently getting the adrenaline pumping through your veins, or did you have feelings for him?

surely that wouldn’t all come to a head when he was standing on the ceiling in front of you while you remained on the ground, teasing him for using his ability to make himself seem taller. surely. it was a spur of the moment thing, he swore to himself up and down to keep from acknowledging his growing feelings for you. not like he could deny much when his lips met yours, still upside down. it was strange, but not an unwelcome first kiss.

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YOU GIVE ME THE FEELS

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your fav x gn! reader (ゝ。∂)

cw: valentines 😒, kisses ^3^, ANNIVERSARYS !!, marriage, lovey dovey yucky stuff..

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YOUR FAV who asks you out on valentines! To make sure your anniversary is on valentines! (´,,>ω<,,`)♡

YOUR FAV who makes your first kiss on valentine’s day (a year into the relationship) so you can celebrate your 1 one year anniversary and your first kiss anniversary on the day of love.

YOUR FAV who proposes to you ON VALENTINES (you get the point atp) and they know that you can start seeing the pattern now, but they find it so cute.

YOUR FAV who NEEDS to have your wedding planned on valentines, and forces everyone to come no matter what their plans were

BONUS: they never get you on gift on valentines, buys you gifts for each anniversary !

Feel free to dm your requests whether it's fluff or nsfw. ^w^

|Intro|

˖ masterlists ˖ wattpad ˖ ao3 ˖

i'm orginally a wattpad writer (apparently tumblr writers hate wattpad writers? idk)

my friend suggeted that i start posting on tumblr so i did :p

​​most of my posts are just copy and pastes that you can find on my wattpad (same user)

i write both n/sfw and sfw (mostly n/sfw) they will be tagged accordingly and will state whether it is n/sfw or not

i don't have a posting schedule or even a writing schedule

prob post once and then disappear for a month

idk how tumblr works so i'm just figuring it out as i go

a lot of my stuff is jjk centered just because thats what got my views on wattpad lmaoo

write for bsd, jjk, aot, kny, and probably more

my requests are open but i either finish it in a day or a month loll

masterlist

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐊𝐄𝐘: fluff — ♡ smut — ☆

JJK ➤

↳ Arcade (Highschool) Gojo S. ♡

↳ Stomach Bulge (kinktober) Gojo S. ☆

↳ Professor Nanami K. ☆

AOT ➤

↳ First Kiss Connie S. ♡

KNY ➤

↳ ???

BSD ➤

↳ ???

Pluviophile

summary : your looking out the window of the ADA and a certain brunet catches your attention.

paring : osamu dazai x reader

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You were looking out the window of the ADA. Watching as the little rain droplets slide down the window. Your fingers touched the cold surface of the window. Causing multiple droplets to abruptly fall, much before their time. Your gaze is focus on the nightlights of the city, you try so hard to keep safe. 

"Fancy to see you here." A voice had called out to you. You saw a tall brown haired man approach you. His hands stuffed into the pockets of his curry udon coloured jacket.

As you were trying to register who he was, he was right next to you. His chocolate coloured orbs lit up from the reflection of the city lights. "I thought you would of headed home by now." He told you. Eyes never straying from the window. 

 "How's Kunikida been treating you? Piling you up with paperwork, yet?" He joked. Letting out a hearty chuckle. A wide cheeky smile hugged at his lips.

You had observed his relationship with Kunikida from the days prior. It was this chaotic relationship. But yet it was solidly built upon trust. "I don't think we have properly been introduced yet, my name is Osamu Dazai." His gaze broke from the window, and he was now looking at you.

"(y/n), (y/n) (l/n)." You had finally spoken to him. Your (e/c) irises darting from the window to his face. "Well (y/n), I'm quite impressed." You tilted your head as if to say you don't quite get what he is trying to say. "I'm mean you haven't had a visit to Dr.Yosano yet." Silence had befallen upon you two. It wasn't a awkward silence. No. I was more like a comfortable one. 

Like there was no pressure to keep talking. Both just simply enjoying each other company. You flipped open your phone to check the time. It was 7pm now. How long were you standing here with Dazai for? "Say, you do know you've gotten a complaint? Right?" He asked. Voice clearly laced with curiosity. "No." Was all you said. 

He open his mouth, then closed it. Like he wasn't sure on what to say next. "It was about that you're never really, how do I put this? Serious? Like its a life or death situation and you don't seem to care." He stated, finally.

You thought at this moment he was expecting a long reply from you. But what happened was just a deadpan stare. To him, the look on your face was one that was to say, he had just insulted you. And you were. He had accidentally insulted you. Saying you 'don't care', was quite rude. Now instead of a comfortable silence, it was one that stings. Looming around you two like a bad stench. 

You were silent. So was he. Both of you didn't know how to continue this conversation. And yet you still stood next to each other. Not exactly enjoying each other's company, but not hating it at the same time. As time went on the room grew colder. Rain had picked up and had gotten heavier. You were dreading going home at this point. You felt something placed on your shoulders. It was a coat. Dazai's beige coat. He must've picked up on you being cold. 

"Thank you." You said. He smiled. "I think Miss (y/n), we should be heading home now." He said as he outstretched his arm to guide you. You took it, a soft smile growing on your face. 

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Relax with me

summary : growing tired of paperwork, you sit at your desk desperately trying to get it all done. but all you need, is to relax with chuuya.

reader pronouns : they/them

pairing : chuuya nakahara x reader

(y/n) was sat in in their chair. Spinning around after doing many pages of important paperwork. In the comfort of the apartment they shared with their partner. They brought one of their hands up to rub their ever growing tired eyes. Feeling the bags, weighing under them.

"If I don't do this, who will?" And went back to scribbling something down on the paper.

Seconds became minutes. And minutes became hours. (y/n) placed their sleepy head on the desk in defeat. They still had so many pages left to do. Like the cost for the recent attack they had done on the ADA. 

Eyelids were growing heavy. "Getting tired? Why don't you stop for now?" A voice so familiar had called out the the sleeping figure. Chuuya had lightly shook his partner awake. "Come on. Let's go to sleep. You're clearly to tired to work." He had protested to his significant other. 

"But! I need to get this work done." They had said in a sleepy tone. Chuuya wouldn't take no for a answer. He had pulled the chair away from the desk. Trying to prevent (y/n) to work any further. They groaned out of pure tiredness.

They had given in to their boyfriends request, and had gotten up from the chair. Chuuya had taken their hand and guided them towards the bed. One by one. They had both climbed in to the bed.

Holding each other in a warm embrace. "Next time, put your health first. Not the stupid paperwork." He said nuzzling his head deeper into theirs. All they had done is nod. Simply. In compliance to what Chuuya had said. Wanting to enjoy the moment with the one they love the most.

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Bungou Stray Dogs

♡ Names are linked to their masterlist!

➤ Armed Detective Agency

↳ Fukuzawa, Yukichi

↳ Kunikida, Doppo

↳ Dazai, Osamu

↳ Nakajima, Atsushi

↳ Yosano, Akiko

↳ Edogawa, Ranpo

↳ Miyazawa, Kenji*

↳ Izumi, Kyoka*

↳ Tanizaki, Junichiro

↳ Tanizaki, Naomi

➤ Port Mafia

↳ Ogai, Mori

↳ Ozaki, Kouyou

↳ Nakahara, Chuuya

↳ Akutagawa, Ryunosuke

↳ Akutagawa, Gin

↳ Higuchi, Ichiyo

↳ Tachihara, Michizo

↳ Sakunosuke, Oda

➤ The Guild

↳ Francis Fitzgerald

↳ Edgar Allen Poe

↳ Lucy Maud Montgomery

↳ Margaret, Mitchell

↳ Mark Twain

↳ Nathanial Hawthorne

➤ Decay of the Angel

↳ Fyodor, Dostoevsky

↳ Nikolai, Gogol

↳ Sigma

*req's must be veryyyy sfw

nakahara, chuuya m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ relax with me ☁︎

summary : growing tired of paperwork, you sit at your desk desperately trying to get it all done. but all you need, is to relax with chuuya.

Hello! How r u?

May u request a hurt to comfortt for Dazai x Fem! Reader in High school Au!

Thank you!

Ache

summary : you and your boyfriend get into a fight about, why he's always injured.

paring : Osamu Dazai x Fem! Reader

reader pronouns : she/her

You didn't speak, the entirety of your lunch was in silence. Tears stained your once perfect makeup. (e/c) orbs threatening to water up at any given moment.

It was hard without him. Yet he had hurt you, but you still loved him. It was hard to pinpoint when you started arguing during morning time. You closed your eyes, and attempted to replay everything.

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You stopped the brown haired boy, placed both of your hands on his upper arms and spoke, "You're covered in bruises and bandages again! For the last time, Dazai , what's going on?" The concern on you face and voice was evident.

His chestnut irises, darted around the surroundings. Not once making eye contact with you. "Nothing, it's fine." He finally responded. Quickly trying to brush off your concern.

"I don't believe that." Was all you said. Looking down at your shoes, not wanting to gazing into the eyes you love so dearly. Yet, you felt him staring down upon you.

"I can assure you, nothing is wrong. I promise." The words had finally came out of his mouth. He didn't want to make you worry. All he wanted to protect you, keep you safe.

"Samu, you've been getting beat up. You have all these bandage's on you, and other medical patching's on your body. Something's up, please tell me." You pleaded, you hated seeing him injured.

He let out a huffy sigh, before looking at you. "I told you already! Nothing is wrong! Everything is fine! Alright?" He snapped, his voice was unintentionally raised. He could feel you hands tensing up on his arms. "I care about you okay? I'm worried! So stop telling me everything is fine when it's clearly not!" You yelled back at him. You were frustrated.

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From that point onwards it escalated, you felt horrid. You placed your lunchbox to the side of you on the grass. Looked up upon the clear blue sky, watching the clouds roll by. Enjoying the quiet, or at least trying to.

That was until you felt something on your lap. You looked down to find a familiar face laying there. Upset. You ran your fingers through his hair, as a silent way of saying it's okay.

He mumbled sorry, over and over again. Though, it was barely able to be heard. "I forgive you, just please be more careful." Was all that you said. There was a long silence before being followed with him saying one singular thing.

"I love you."

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Hi! I really like the Dazai x female reader in a high school AU!

Can I request, before dating each other, they have like a sport competition against a few other school. Then from another top school, Fyodor tries to get closed to female reader and flirt with her. Which end up with Fyodor fighting dazai (bcz Dazai like fem reader).

a/n: i literally got like zero clue what kind of sports both fyodor and dazai would do at a athletics day. work with me here. not proof read.

character: osamu dazai

pronouns: she/her

As she tied up her hair and got ready for the sports day, a day best spent running and doing other sports and try to win first place for the school. Her eyes locked on to a boy from another school.

She adverted her gaze as she saw Dazai, trying his best at long jump. Watching as his face contorts as he tries to focus on falling forwards. The want in his eyes of getting a bigger and longer distance than the other boys. The need and desire clear in his gaze.

She ignores the other boy, running up to the long jump sand pit. Cheering him on.

"Go Dazai! You got this!" She smiled ear to ear, clapping as he finally fell forwards. Planting his hands deep into the sand as he extended his score.

"10.4 meters!" Was shouted by the offical, letting his measuring tape roll back with a loud click. A happy and confidant smile painted on his face.

She was about to run and go congragulate him in person, after his remaining jumps were done. Only for a hand to pull her back and tug at her sports jacket.

"I'm Fyodor." It was that guy again, he would not leave her alone. Was she that approachable? She didn't know.

"Hi?" She responded, her voice laced with confusion and a tone that clearly read 'get away from me'. She pulled her arm away from him and closed off her body language. A distance being created to divide herself from him.

"You're from that middle school? The one in Shibuya?" He leaned in closer, wrapping a arm around her shoulders. A obvious sign of flirting, one so clear that a social hobbit could tell.

That was when Dazai strode in, drinking from his water bottle. Drinking the water as if it'd disapear before his very eyes. But the contentment from his refreshment soured as he saw the scene before him.

"What are you doing?" He snarled, shoving Fyodor back and away from her. He in turn, wrapped his jacket around her and pulled her closer. As if giding her away from a threat.

"Just meeting the opposition." Fyodor shrugged, acting as if he was pure. As if he was a saint of sorts.

This devolved to a argument, leading her only option to pull her hotheaded friend out of the way. Dragging him by the collar to a bench near the track.

"What was that for?" She chidied, swatting him playfully. But her voice was stern. Annoyed even.

"I can't stand it when someone makes you feel worried or uneasy."

divider by @/cafekitsune

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✩ - ❛ m.lists ❜

꒰A-Z꒱

⋆｡°✩ bungou stray dogs

⋆｡°✩ danganronpa

⋆｡°✩ death note

⋆｡°✩ five nights at freddys

⋆｡°✩ murder drones

⋆｡°✩ my hero academia

⋆｡°✩ obey me

⋆｡°✩ sally face

⋆｡°✩ tokyo revengers

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✩ - ❛ guidelines 4 requests ❜

⊹₊⋆  please specify what you want clearly

⊹₊⋆ media in reqs are fine

⤷ no lewd media, pls and ty

⊹₊⋆ i refuse to write nsfw/smut

⊹₊⋆ reader can be tweeked as you see fit

⤷ gender, age, charactistics, etc.

⊹₊⋆ angst and sad tropes are fine

⤷ depends on what it is

⊹₊⋆ i can write headcanons, drabbles or fics

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ִ ࣪𖤐Teenage romance₊˚⊹ ᰔ

ᯓ★Synopsis: Being in a relationship with Dazai Osamu seemed like a huge problem to you, because his behavior often made you confused, and everything suggested that he would remain a silly guy who would remain alone for the rest of his days. But one day you had to realize that this wouldn't happen. Because he has you in his life.

ᯓ★Pairing: pm!dazai×fem!reader (both 16-18y.o);

ᯓ★Contains: fluff/comfort, hugs, kisses, hanging out together, teenage romance, nonsense, pm!reader, mention of murders, mention of criminal organizations drabble&headcanons, sfw, affection, mention suicide attempt;

| author's note: This is my first work, I hope you'll like it. Please don't judge too harshly I tried my best ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა |

The whole situation was so strange and unexpected for you that you really didn't understand where you were and what you needed to do. When you woke up in a dimly lit room, you found yourself lying in a room that looked like an infirmary. There was practically nothing around. There were no sounds either, but they soon appeared. There was a door at the end of this room, as you assumed, there was a corridor behind it. It turned out to be true.

A couple of minutes after you woke up, the door opened a crack, and a guy came in — funny shaggy hair, dark eyes, bangs on half of his face and a bandage covering one eye. He was dressed quite formally—a white shirt (although slightly frayed and wrinkled), a black tie, black trousers and shoes. He had a black jacket slung over one arm, he looked rather rumpled and seemed tired. Sitting down on the bed, you looked at the boy with bewilderment and suspicion when he finally came up to you and scratched the back of his head. Yawning lazily, he said:

«Well, hi, silly suicidal. Mori-san asked me to give you something, but I don't think you need it right now. Congratulations! Oh, though... It would probably be more accurate for me to say that I'm sorry, though...Aaaahhh, okay, never mind. I'm Osamu Dazai, don't be surprised, you survived your failed attempt and Mori-san and I dragged you here. He wants to recruit you...So you'd better come to your senses as soon as possible and come to his office. He doesn't like to wait too long... In short, you have no choice. Come on, get up! Can you walk?»

He gave you a dubious squint that made your skin crawl, and then silently walked away. He pulled out a small old chair (which you didn't notice right away), sat down on it, and crossing one leg over the other, began to read a small red book. Still in a strange trance state, you didn't even understand how he was doing everything, it was hard for you to figure out where you were sitting at all. After a couple of minutes of silence in the room, you finally came to your senses a little — you noticed that the room was not so empty, you were sitting on a fairly soft bunk, somewhere above there was a small window through which white light entered the room.

After that, you had the next challenge — to talk to this unknown. He has already introduced himself, and you instantly remembered his name. But still, he didn't mention where you were or who he was at all... So, swallowing hard, you turned your head, but then froze when you found that he was already looking at you. With a sigh, the boy put the book on his lap and looked at the ceiling, muttering

«You're probably wondering where you are and all that... Well, you're in the infirmary of Yokohama's main criminal organization, the Port Mafia. Welcome. No, don't worry, we won't kill or torture you. The boss has slightly different plans for you. But still... You know, if I were you, I'd think twice about choosing this stupid, absolutely shitty way! I'm sorry, but do you even have a brain? To what extent does one have to be a stupid girl to use such a non-working method! And yes, you don't have to ask about all the details of your "rescue." I'll just say one thing — you looked lousy. Yes, however, nothing has changed now...»

Finally, he fell silent, continuing to stare at the ceiling for a while, and then turned his gaze to you. Maybe it was time for you to introduce yourself?...

«You said your boss wants to hire me... Why does he need this?... I... I'm probably grateful for the rescue, but... What does he want?...»

Dazai just raised one eyebrow and then looked away, continuing the dialogue:

«Well, obviously he saw something useful in you for the mafia. He will definitely find a job for you, especially since our staff is very small now. Well, according to him, he just couldn't leave such a poor thing to die»

You've got your head down. The answer was obvious, and why didn't it immediately occur to you? Then you should have introduced yourself properly. You made some kind of pathetic gurgling sound, after which you quietly whispered:

«My name is... My name is Y/N...»

The young mafia turned a curious look at you and got up from his seat. Putting his hands on his hips, he said:

«Yeah, so Y/N you said... Okay. Come on, let's go. The boss should see you before lunch»

You carefully shifted on your bunk, and then lowered your feet to the floor, still sitting. But the real problem for you was getting up — no matter how much you tried to lift yourself, nothing came out. Apparently, your body is very weak, and your legs are numb. You began to have a slight panic, tears began to come to your eyes, and you began to suffocate from them. But it didn't take you a second when Osamu came up to you and gently pulled on your arms, and you were finally on your feet. Exhaling, you were about to take the first step, but the guy stopped you with the words "Where are we going?" after that, he easily picked you up in his arms. It was so unexpected that you squeaked, but he shushed you and said in a dissatisfied tone:

«Hey, I actually don't want you to break all your legs or overwork yourself... Anyway, it's not profitable for the mafia to keep you here for a few days.»

you were more than ready to object, but for some reason your inner self told you to keep quiet. Apparently, this was not the right situation for outrage.

So, after some time, you finally got out of the Mafia boss's office. Dazai seems to have understood everything in the blink of an eye from your distorted face. You were accepted, and now you could consider him a "colleague." He somehow abruptly and very unexpectedly jumped up to you and smiled broadly, said:

«Well, now you are one of us!»

This was your first meeting.

❛━━━━━━━ ••• ━━━━━━━❜

And then everything went the way you couldn't have expected, but it's not that you didn't like it. Conversely.

You had to go through many situations and complete many missions together. He also introduced you to other members of the Port Mafia. You were received very cordially, and, frankly, it warmed your heart.

Osamu kept saying how unprepared you were to work in this organization, and that you shouldn't have been here at all, but he supposedly couldn't contradict Mori (Of course, he was a brazen liar— he was the one who begged so desperately to keep you in the mafia for his own good). In short, you got along, you became even more than just colleagues.

One of the situations that you remember the most was how you fooled around and played cards together. It was funny, even though you never managed to win. But you always laughed maliciously when the intense struggle between Odasaku and Dazai continued without your participation. You knew that Oda would always have a way to beat the youngster, so you weren't surprised by Sakunosuke's next victory.

Basically, you've always been a witness to the endless quarrels and swearing between Dazai and Nakahara. It all got to such an extent that you started to get a headache from their shouts of indignation (it's good if they used only speech, and did not get into a frenzied fight). In the end, you just got up and left, but both boys, catching themselves in time, immediately fell silent and quickly followed you, simultaneously apologizing for their antics (in fact, while you were silent, they continued to whisper insults). You didn't have much choice, you were a kind-hearted person, so you just couldn't get mad at them.

But even though they "hated" each other, they were ready to unite at any moment just for the sake of your safety. You were a valuable person to them, not only in terms of being a mafia member — everyone knew perfectly well that one day you would have to make a choice.

But you were like friends with Chuuya — it seems that even on his part there was no initiative to enter into a romantic relationship. You spent no less time together than with Dazai (which made him, by the way, jealous, but of course he would never admit it). So at some point Osamu realized that it was time to throw away the final card. Many of your memories from the mafia are quite clouded — it is clear that the job was not easy, and there was not much light and fun there. But you will always remember the moments spent with a bandaged mafia member.

Your belated winter walks, when it's already starting to get dark outside, and many teenagers your age are already running home, worried that something might happen to them or their parents will scold them. But of course you weren't like that, because you are a fearless mafia that can walk around whenever and wherever you want.

Although many called him a "Demon-Prodigy" you could only agree with one part of that nickname — he was indeed a prodigy, but a demon perhaps only in appearance. He kept in himself those weakened, smoldering particles of warmth and love that he allowed to warm his heart only with you and Odasaku.

And you, like no one else, saw it and appreciated it. Perhaps you didn't even realize it yourself, but at some point your heart literally began to ache from the accumulated warm feelings for him. You endured this mental anguish because you were sure that he didn't need it, or he would reject you.

But fortunately, none of this happened.

You remember how you went for a walk in the snowfall, and you caught snowflakes in your mouth, and he called you stupid, but you didn't care. You called him stupid when he threw a nice snowball at you with all his might... You remember when the skin on your cheeks and hands was already starting to pinch and tighten from the cold, and you were laughing while you were fighting, and he always throw you to the deflection, and you landed in a giant snowdrift. All your clothes were soaked from the snow, and Dazai only stopped laughing when he saw you desperately trying to keep warm, shivering from the cold. Then it finally dawned on him, and you quickly went to the mafia building or to his "home". He wasn't particularly proud of his house, which was just a shipping container. So basically he took you to the mafia building, but if you insisted, he could agree to spend some time with you at his house.

In winter, Osamu was a real simpleton — he almost never wore a hat, scarf, or mittens. It could be bitterly cold outside, but he still went out without any warm clothes. His warm wardrobe for the winter was everything he wore in all other seasons, and the only thing that was added was a warm black coat that Odasaku gave him. You were always cursing why he was walking around with uncovered head and not dressed properly, but he waved you off and ignored your requests to wear a hat/scarf.

But still, one day, when you, having excellent knitting skills, knitted him cute warm mittens, he grunted with displeasure and took them without saying a word. However, during your next walk, you noticed that he was wearing them.

Right after that, you started knitting him a scarf, and after a couple of weeks it was ready. You also packed it as a small present, but as usual, Osamu did not appreciate your efforts with the decoration; but he wore the scarf all the time (not without your reminders ofc).

You wanted to go to the rink together to try yourself at it, but unfortunately, by the time you remembered your intentions, all the rinks were already closed, so you had to postpone this entertainment for the next year.

When spring came, everything always changed somehow: the mood improved, the work went easier, and everyone began to live a little better. This wonderful time of the year was something enlivening. Everyone knows that it is in spring that you can catch a wonderful natural phenomenon — cherry blossoms. The second name is hanami. You really loved these few short days when you could catch this sight. And Dazai, knowing this, finally decided to hint at inviting you to go with him one day (of course, he consulted with Oda and Hirotsu before). He's very lucky that you didn't hesitate to agree.

The preparation for the traditional holiday took place slowly, you managed to do all your business and buy all the necessary attributes. On the day of the celebration, you were wearing a very beautiful kimono in delicate, light shades, and Dazai made do with a simple dark haori. Don't have to mention that he was fooling around for almost half of your walk, but at some points he was unusually serious. You were a little confused by his sudden mood swings, but given his nature, you weren't too surprised. This youngster was unpredictable.

Admiring sakura went great, although Osamu managed to piss you off a couple of times. You saw his face when his dark eyes were staring into the distance, looking at the delicate pink, mixed with white petals slowly flying down — it was a look of anxiety and peace at the same time. And yet, a slight smile touched his lips.

Time passed, your relationship was at a stable level, but still your heart felt the insufficiency that the lack of love gave you. You tried to overcome these feelings with all your might, but nothing came out; it got to the point that one day you had a dream with him; but it was very touching and gentle — a spacious field, waving grass, a cool breeze and a scorching sun, and in the middle of it you, and only you two. More than half of the summer has already passed; Work has not stopped, of course, there are no summer holidays or vacations in the mafia. But sometimes you and Mr. Bandaged Mummy managed to get out of the hectic world of blood and murder.

It was very hot, and you couldn't stand the heat, so you tried to stay in places where the temperature was more or less stable or slightly cool. You always have taken ice cream from the same stall: Dazai has always chosen some strange and tasteless ones, but of course this is only in your opinion. You took your favorite flavor, and often offered him a taste, but he always refused. Boring jerk.

And one day it happened.

His birthday has just passed; it was only a couple of days later, when his 2-day absence from work became suspicious, and you found out that he had made another attempt on his holiday. It was like it cut into your heart — it was so painful to realize it. You tried to contact him somehow, called him, but he seemed to have forgotten about the existence of his phone. You knew it wouldn't be the best idea to show up on his doorstep, so you just had to wait him to show up himself.

And you remember that day by heart: when the bell rang at your door, then a small knock in confirmation. You immediately went to the door and opened it... Osamu was behind. You saw him like this for the first time — with a slight smirk on his lips, an apologetic expression on his face and ...a bouquet of white lilies... You didn't know why, but in that quiet moment when you saw him, you caught your breath and almost burst into tears.

All the emotions mixed into one huge lump that came to your throat, and you, knowing perfectly well why he was here, carefully, timidly took a step forward and hugged him, burying your face in his shoulder. One of his hands was holding a bouquet, so he lightly hugged you with his other hand. After a couple of moments, you heard him whisper:

«Well, don't whine... I can't stand it, you know»

Those words made you smile, and you pulled back a little. Without further ado, he handed you a beautiful, elegant and delicate bouquet of lilies, after which he added:

«Well, I hope you've at least guessed that this is an occasion....»

«Sure... You wanted to apologize, didn't you?»

«And you're smart today, mouse»

You smiled at his comment; he always called you that in a teasing manner, but now it sounded more affectionate. You understood everything at once — white lilies, such a beautiful flower, which means apologies and kindness of intentions. It was his way of earning your forgiveness for what he tried to do to himself.

You spent the evening together; Lilies flaunted in a pretty vase, you watched some kind of movie. It's been dark outside for a long time, but it seems that both of you had no plans to let each other go. And yet, you both felt the tension in the silence that you allowed to hang.

You've been waiting for this. And he knew that there would be no better moment.

«Y/N.»

«Yes?»

«Forgive me»

«For what?»

«For what I'm about to do-»

As soon as he uttered the last sentence, you felt his hands on your shoulders, and he left a light, almost weightless kiss on your lips. It was so funny and embarrassing for you at the same time. Osamu looked at you for a while before hugging you to him and burying his face in your hair.

«You're all I need. You're all I can ask for.»

He muttered softly. After a couple of minutes of hugging, you finally did what you wanted — interrupted his speech and pulled him into a real kiss... But don't think he gave up on you so easily. No way. He's going to take matters into his own hands anyway...

But that day was what divided your life into before and after.

In a good way.

|P.S I think I wrote too much (( I have such a writing style, I hope you liked the headcannons mixed with drabbles. Thanks for reading! I hope I will release some more works. 𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ |

₊˚⊹ ᰔ “It's not a knee...” .𖥔 ݁ ˖

°Pairing: fem!reader×chuuya nakahara;

°Contain: drabble, headcanons, close to canon, mention of murders, mention of criminal organizations, hints of sex, MDNI;

°Synopsis: about how your attitude towards each other has changed and you got.... into an embarrassing situation;

°Author's note: well... it's something like nsfw, but I'm not very good at it, so... I hope it's not that bad XD...there may be grammatical errors!

Nakahara Chuuya is your colleague, the head of the executive committee of the Port Mafia, and in fact, you are his secretary.

He is a busy man, holds the honorary title of a martial artist, and is also overworked. That's why he asked Mori to appoint you as his secretary (with your consent, of course). You weren't friends, but you weren't strangers to each other either. Previously, your work went separately: Chuuya constantly disappeared on missions, returned to the mafia office very late, and if he was carried to the outskirts of the city or another prefecture, then it was not worth waiting for him at all. He stayed overnight at a local hotel. You, in turn, were a less important person, although you were on the executive committee under his leadership.

You were rarely on missions, mostly you were engaged in official documentation and paperwork, contracts. Like a clerk, but a little more important. But, as they sometimes said about you, you were a victim, a decoy. That's what they called you because you were always in situations where mafia enemies just grabbed you and held a gun to your temple, threatening to kill you. You were a vulnerable member, and many people from enemy organizations believed that since you were on the executive committee, you should be an important person and you could be used to achieve their goals. Not that it was, no. You were highly appreciated and considered worthy of your position. Plus, you were a great beauty, and all the mafia men just admired the fact that there was such a pretty girl among them. In any case, you don't have to worry — for such threats and unauthorized touching of you, mafia crush their heads and broke ribs.

Over time, you became a little closer to each other — you don't know how it happened, but for some reason he started waiting for you after work (even if he looked like he was going to fall asleep), he could give you a ride on his motorbike or at your request he orders you a taxi. He was very busy during working hours, so he hardly paid attention to you (logically, he didn't pay attention to anyone). Sometimes, tired after battles, he would start writing reports (well, at least he tried), but his head and brain were boiling from everything that had happened, his mind was clouded by fatigue and the need for sleep, and he looked very, very tired. And yet, he managed to come up to you from time to time and ask about some points in the paperwork. Of course, you explained everything to him, he nodded silently with his eyes closed and, returning to his seat, fell into a deep sleep. All you could do was carefully pull out the sheets from under his head that were lying on the table and fill everything out yourself. He was more grateful than anyone else.

He also invited you to the bar a couple of times to have a drink in honor of the successful completion of several missions, but after you, smiling sweetly and awkwardly, said that you wern't drinking, he stop talking, make an empty face and hurriedly nod, after which he leave. Not that he was very upset; but he spent the rest of the evening at the bar over a glass of semi-sweet wine, reflecting that someone really never drinks and doesn't have such an addiction to expensive alcoholic beverages. But soon all his thoughts scattered when he returned home and calmly lay down on a wide bed, falling asleep in the blink of an eye.

Hiding the fact that he was really just too handsome and hot was useless. You just liked him as a person, but as a man he was also very attractive. He had a definite sense of style; he did not dress too pretentiously, his outfits were always good and moderate. And it was partly clear that he had been raised by a woman: idealized manners, always clean, shining red hair, gathered in a neat ponytail, neatly arranged bangs, ironed, clean white shirt; all other things are also clean and ironed, shoes are always clean and shine from the wax applied to them; He always smelled pleasantly of expensive men's perfume; not too heavy, a scent suitable for him. A couple of times you've seen him use lip balm in winter to keep his lips from cracking and bleeding. You also assumed that his house was tidy, clean and had a pleasant smell of fragrance. So, a wonderful man, a rich man, but a reasonable and rational person who knows a lot about manners and neatness, as well as about his work. He combined not only beauty and neatness, but also strength and power. And he was definitely one of those who could stand up not only for himself, but also for other important people for him. Including you. And also rides a motorcycle! Amazing.

But the situation you got into scared you a little, or rather confused you. Oh. Very confused.

It so happens that you and Nakahara have planned a birthday party for your boss, Mori-san. Others were involved in this, but it was you two who did the initial training. While his office was empty, you snuck in here and began to decorate everything that needed to be decorated. But before you could start, you heard footsteps approaching.

It was hopelessness, and Chuuya, grabbing your wrist, quickly pulled you after him. You ended up in some kind of closet, Chuuya quickly closed the door and looked at you. Everything happened so fast that both of you didn't even seem to have time to realize the situation... And now you were underneath him when he was looming over you; well, that was the only possible position for the two of you right now. Looking into each other's eyes, you listen to the sounds outside — someone has entered inside. You both fell silent, barely breathing, so that there would not be an extra creak or sigh. Since there was a closed and very small space in the closet, being here very soon became unbearable. The stuffiness weighed on your mind. So you both gradually got very hot, literally. There was still someone walking around the office, and you didn't know exactly who. Nakahara was still above you, so far he was silent. But after a couple of moments, he quietly approached and whispered in your ear:

"I don't think it's Mori-san. But who knows... We need to be quiet."

You, in turn, nodded slightly and whispered a quiet "yes" in response. You could see the outline of Chuuya, because a light light penetrated into small cracks in the closet. His body, hanging over you, seemed so tempting... But you quickly pushed away all the fragile thoughts and tried to look somewhere else. Chuuya has actually been looking at you all this time. His body was very close to yours, he could hear your slightly rapid breathing. His hands were on either side of your head. He really didn't want to... But your appearance was so beautiful and seductive that he could barely contain himself. He gently leaned closer to you and you felt his warm breath on your neck. He was breathing raggedly and heavily, probably he was hot...

And then you felt something underneath, pressing against your thigh. You couldn't see what it was, of course, but you could easily tell it was his knee. That's why you spoke softly:

"Chuuya, could you take your knee away, please? It gets in the way..."

You saw him pull back a little, and then lean over you again, and this time his voice sounded with a slight tremor:

"This is... This is not a knee...."

There was something between a sour and confused expression on his face. You couldn't tell if he blushed or not, but he did, you can be sure. He also looked away from you and tried to pretend that he was very wary of what sounds were coming from outside, but in fact he was just embarrassed that his body was reacting to you so involuntarily in such situations.

Uh...After the words he said, you were still at a loss, and, to be honest, it didn't come to you right away. You just stared at him, blinking frequently, while intense mental activity continued in your head about guessing what "it" might be, if not the knee.

Noticing that you were silent, looking at him uncomprehendingly, he was even more confused and let out a quiet "Uh ..." after which he tried to think of what to say to you. Your thoughts were not lost, and you thought that it could be the holster from his knife, which accidentally hung down and pressed so uncomfortably. Smiling slightly, you whispered:

"Got it... Is that a knife holster?..."

Oh, my God, you should have seen Chuuya's face. It simply cannot be described in words, and if possible, just repeat the words "confused" and "embarrassed" 100 times. He stared at you, then exhaled softly and said:

"Listen, y/n, this is not a holster.... This... are you... Damn, why haven't you figured it out yet..."

He swore softly and then leaned even closer to you. Oh, he wanted so much to kiss and bite your neck. But he knew he couldn't. Not yet.

Yeah, you haven't figured it out yet. And you felt it pressing against your thigh more and more.

And finally. You got it. You really got it. "It" pressing on your thigh was warm, and as it seemed to you, slightly throbbing. Your eyes widened, your cheeks turned crimson, your breathing became strangled, and you looked down. You actually felt very hot at the same moment of realization. You tried to move away at least a little, but it didn't work because the closet was too narrowly. When Nakahara saw you trying to move, he pinned your shoulders and hissed:

"Don't you dare move!... This damn closet is a million years old, it creaks like the oldest thing on damn earth."

You didn't object. No, not in such a situation and not at such a moment. Keeping silent, you tried to overcome your embarrassment while Chuuya was closely following the sounds from outside the closet. A few minutes later, the person who entered the boss's office finally came out and you and Chuuya opened the door a little. The office was indeed empty. Then, Chuuya run out of the closet with almost light speed, when you were still climbing out. Then you looked at him: flushed face, shortness of breath and wandering eyes. Only for a single moment did you manage to see the bump on his pants, after which he quickly headed for the exit.

"Wait...Chuuya-..."

Before he could get out, you grabbed his elbow and looked at him with a plaintive look. He quickly turned around and looked at you with a hint of seriousness and a little frustration, but nevertheless his face still had shades of embarrassment.

"Can we talk? I won't just leave it like that..."

"Y/N, It doesn't make sense. I'm sorry for all this... Never mind..."

You pulled his elbow and looked at him seriously when you said more insistently

"But... But you're-..."

"Hold on. What are you trying to achieve? Do you want me to make all my thoughts come true? If you annoy me, I promise I'll do it"

"But... I just-..."

Your voice broke off on a small squeak that you made when the redhead abruptly grabbed you and led you to the table. He also quickly, with incredible ease, lifted you up and bent over the table, facing him, as he squeezed your wrists and leaned closer

"Do you want me to fuck you right here? Is that what you want? Please, Y/N, don't do this. Otherwise, I promise I won't hold back..."

"And if I say that I want you to?..."

When those words left your lips, Chuuya's face instantly changed to pure surprise. Well done, 10 points out of 10. He certainly didn't expect such an answer...

"What... What did you say?..."

You looked at him with a slightly embarrassed and innocent look, and then said

"I said that... That I want you to..do it..."

Nakahara blinked a few times before leaning closer to you and whispering

"Do you want me to... fuck you?..."

His tone was like this... sweet and serious at the same time. You involuntarily blushed and swallowed softly when you answered in a trembling voice

"Yes..."

Without wasting any more time and words, Chuuya knocked you down on the table completely and clung to you in a passionate kiss. You unwittingly let out a soft moan against his lips, and then squeezed your eyes shut.

After that, everything was a blur. All you remember is Chuuya unbuttoning your shirt, then his, and then the sound of a belt buckle undoing.

Edited: LMAO I remembered that I forgot to finish the funniest moment! As you have already understood, all the actions took place in Mori's office... Not only was nothing decorated, the papers that were (unfortunately) on this desk were scattered all over the floor, and you both left the office in a lousy state. Chuuya's hair is completely out of order (by the way, so are you), his shirt is not fully tucked in, and you have the same thing.

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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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☆ author's note: i don't know shit about religion or anything about church / priests, so i hope this was good... but seriously thanks for requesting and saying you love my work! i try my best. keep requests coming!! they may be a little slow due to school but i'll try get them out asap.

thanks for requesting. im sorry this took so long to write i didn't have that much ideas of what to write for a part two. i can't edit older drafts for some reason so i had to take a screenshot of your request and redo this.

☆ the wolf in sheep's clothing [part two]

fyodor dostoevsky x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: part two of a wolf in sheeps clothing.

the lowercase is intentional !

[part one]

days, weeks and months had passed by since fyodor's first encounter with [name]. ever since then, fyodor couldn't stop thinking of [name]. he was practically infatuated by the priest and his obscure preachings.

fyodor was interested. he was interested in both [name] and the man's preachings. he couldn't help but want more of them. he wanted to listen to more of [name], he wanted to be around [name] more. but of course, it was only for the sessions, right? fyodor didn't want to believe he was actually.. attracted to [name]. he refused to believe it. it was all just for the preachings is what fyodor made himself believe.

it was a regular evening, which meant another one of [name]'s preaching sessions that fyodor was looking forward to once again.

fyodor made his way to [name]'s church and he walked inside. the place hadn't changed much in the past few months. it was the same building, with more or less the same people inside. he had been in the building so much he could practically nagvigate the whole area blindfolded.

fyodor scanned the room, hoping to see where [name] was and he eventually spotted the man. fyodor walked up to him with a smile and a wave.

"good evening, [name]. it's nice to see you again." fyodor spoke, his voice nice and smooth. it was like music to [name]'s ears, a very pleasant song that [name] would have on repeat.

[name] nodded, smiling back at the man that had bumped into him many months ago. "good evening, fyodor." the man replied back before walking over to a pedistool to set up for his new speech.

fyodor followed [name]. he knew [name] wouldn't start until around half an hour passed, so fyodor decided a little more conversation wouldn't hurt.

"how have you been?" fyodor asked, still smiling at [name]. the black haired male's smile was quite unsettling, but so was [name]'s nature so it equalled out.

"fine, as always." [name] hummed, shuffling things around clumsily to get his whole 'stage' prepared for him. [name] believed his pedistool, his altar was a stage. he wanted to believe it was a stage, and that im a few years time the word of his new, true religion would spread. but, that was unlikely.

fyodor watched intently as [name] set up.

it was always like this. he always watched the other man get ready. fyodor watched how [name] would shuffle around multiple pieces of paper of his speeches, how he straightened himselt up.

fyodor was fascinated, to say the least. he enjoyed watching [name] do all of his tasks and devote himself to his cultist ideology. fyodor was definitely interested.

[name] looked up from his pedistool as he finished and he smiled. "you should go sit down, i'm almost ready now. i'm sure you'll like this session just as you like the others." [name] said to fyodor.

fyodor nodded and he walked over to the benches that were littered across the hall. he sat in his usual space where he got a clear view of [name]. he loved sitting there, sitting somewhere where he could see the person he was most interested in (for multiple reasons).

[name] watched as fyodor walked over to his usual seat before he walked over to the bathroom. he freshened himself up so he didn't look that bad infront of all of his followers. he then walked out and got to his stage.

[name] cleared his throat before he spoke to all of his followers.

"good evening all!" he calls out, his voice filling the room. everyone immediately turns to look at [name], amazed by his voice already.

"thank you all for coming. i can't wait to tell you some new things our true god has let me know!" [name] continued, a wicked glint in his eyes that most people looked past. they were too captivated by his voice to care about the nonsense he was going to talk about.

as [name] spoke, fyodor couldn't help but get more and more mesmerised by the man. the way [name] spoke was so captivating, the way he looked was just.. perfect. fyodor loved every second of it. he loved being around [name], listening to his preaches.

after the speech was over, everyone cheered. everyone applauded and called out [name]'s name, loving what he had just spoken.

everyone left, but not fyodor. fyodor walked up to [name] and applauded, smiling at the man.

"that was an amazing speech, [name]." fyodor spoke, his words smooth and pleasing to [name]'s ears. "you never fail to impress me." fyodor hummed, smirking at [name] now.

[name] chuckled, feeling flattered by fyodor's words. he smiled back and nodded at the other man.

"why thank you, you never fail to flatter me." [name] responded, being just as flirty as fyodor was being just a second ago.

fyodor then realised, in that moment, that he was definitely into [name].

it was just because of the preachings or the sessions, it was because [name] was truly captivated.

fyodor was completely infatuated. he needed [name] now, or else he didn't know what he would do. it was like he was craving the other man, longing for him. he'd do anything he'd have to for [name].

fyodor then chuckled and he stepped closer to [name], putting a hand on his cheek and stroking it gently.

"you know.. i could give you something else to worship if you'd like." fyodor whispered into [name]'s ear, leaning in closer with that smirk still on his face.

[name]'s eyes widen briefly, but then he looks at fyodor, returning the smirk to him.

"oh, i'd love to see." [name] chuckled and then he leaned even closer, closing the gap between his and fyodor's face with a kiss.

the wolf in sheep's clothing definitely had more things than just his false god to worship now and fyodor now had [name] wrapped around his finger.

☆ author's note: i'm so sorry this took so long.. i hope you like it @ kaeiyokotoro ! i didn't know how to make a p2 so i really tried my best. keep requests coming !

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☆ married man

kunikida doppo x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: nobody at the agency knew that kunikida was married, and kunikida is reminded why he never tells anyone. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

- warnings: suicide [mentioned once].

there was a ring always seated on kunikida's ring finger. many at the armed detective agency noticed it, but they didn't question the man on it. many wondered why kunikida had it on his finger in the first place, but they knew that if they asked about it they wouldn't get an answer. kunikida wasn't one to openly talk about his private life and matters.

of course, there were people like dazai who always questioned and annoyed kunikida. ever since dazai noticed the ring on his partner's finger, he didn't stop teasing the other about it.

"oh nice ring! it seems like you have a mrs don't you, kunikida?" dazai asked the blonde, a laugh escaping his lips after he finished speaking. the only answer dazai got was a grunt.

dazai also tried multiple times to look into kunikida's notebook, trying to pry for something about a spouse. his efforts were of no use, however. it seemed like kunikida was prepared for every situation regarding his colleagues (or rather just dazai) finding out about his spouse.

nobody, not even dazai, could crack kunikida into making him talk about the ring that he wore. no matter how much attempts were made, kunikida kept quiet, not letting even a single peep escape about a spouse.

however, on one unassuming day, a certain visitor came to the agency. it was a young man that nobody knew, perhaps a new client or person who needed the help of those with abilities. but, all those ideas were wrong. someone in the agency knew this man very well.

"i'm very sorry to disturb your hard work.. but kunikida left his lunch at home today." the man explained politely to dazai, who just happened to open the door for him, holding a wrapped bento box in his hands.

dazai's face turned into a wicked grin, knowing that he could take this as the opportunity to tease kunikida. this teasing was probably going to last forever now.

dazai could see the glint of a ring resting on the man's ring finger, and his grin only grew. the ring was similar to kunikida's and now everything made sense. this stranger and kunikida were married.

"kunikida!" dazai called out, turning to face the inside of the agency's office now. "there's someone here for you!" dazai continued to call out, trying to keep himself from laughing.

kunikida was confused, he didn't expect someone to be at the door for him. then again, he wouldn't be surprised if dazai was just lying to him about someone waiting for him.

the blonde haired man walked over to the front door, standing besides dazai to look at the person standing on the other side. kunikida was shocked, to say the less. he didn't expect his husband to be here of all people.

"[name]? love? what are you doing here?" kunikida muttered under his breath, trying to be subtle so dazai didn't hear what he had just said. of course, it was of no use. dazai heard what kunikida had said and his smirk just continued to grow.

"you forgot your lunch at home." [name] replied, a soft smile on his face as he held out the bento box for kunikida to take. [name]'s voice was clear, he wasn't muttering like how his husband was.

kunikida sighed and he took the box from [name]'s hands, smiling back at him before nodding. he was grateful that his husband was so kind and considerate, but now his secret was going to be spilled to everyone in the agency because of dazai's big mouth.

"thank you, love. i'll see you later at home, okay?" kunikida responded. he then leaned towards [name] and gave the other man a kiss on the forehead. he figured he might as well since dazai probably already knew what was going on.

then, [name] walked away from the agency and he made about his day as usual. he had no worries in the world currently, unlike his husband was going to have in a moment.

kunikida shut the door and he turned towards dazai, his eyes narrowed on the brunette. "you do not utter a word of this to anyone, got it?" kunikida spoke, his tone harsh and authoritative. it was a similar tone to that of when he was a maths teacher.

dazai just nodded to kunikida, putting on a facade that he was going to stick to kunikida's words. but, everyone and their mother knew that that was not going to be the case.

"did you guys know that-" dazai started speaking as he walked back into the agency's office. there was a wide smirk still plastered on his face. "kunikida has a husband!"

the brunette's voice was heard from multiple detectives. everyone turned to look at dazai, a few of them with shock on their faces - some more than others.

"oh? a husband?" yosano asks, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at kunikida. kunikida was standing not so far behind dazai, an unamused expression on his face. "i always figured you were married. i mean, the ring on your finger gives it away." yosano continues, grinning at the married man.

a string of whispers followed yosano's comments. the other members were all talking to eachother about this news, wanting to find out about kunikida's husband, wanting to meet the man too.

"i knew you were married this whole time, kunikida." ranpo continued speaking, standing up and giving the younger man a pat on the shoulder. "my detective skills helped me figure it out a while ago." ranpo hums.

"now that we know, it would be rude not to introduce us to the man of honour properly!" dazai said, putting an arm around kunikida's shoulder. kunikida immediately shrugged the other man off of him.

kunikida pushed up his glasses and he sighed, shaking his head at all of these comments. "you just met him, dazai. i don't need to, or quite frankly want to, let you met him again." kunikida muttered, looking down to narrow his eyes at dazai.

the man pouted back at his parter, the smirk now wiped off of his face. it seemed that his efforts had gone to waste. dazai was definitely upset now. he wanted to meet kunikida's husband, see if he was 'double suicide' material.

"what a shame!" dazai cried, wiping a fake tear off of his face as he slumped down onto the floor. he couldn't believe kunikida's hurtful words.

"what is your husband like, kunikida?" someone asked. "is he handsome?" another person asked. "can we please meet him?" dazai asked kunikida again.

kunikida just sighed for the nth time. he was now bombarded with questions about his partner, not having time to answer one before getting asked another.

and thus, kunikida was reminded why he had never mentioned his spouse in the first place.

☆ author's note: hope you guys enjoy :) kunikida is literally my husband.. we've been together for almost 3 years actually ☝️

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