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Can I request Mori (bsd) x fem reader who is siren princess/queen? Like they met one day bc Elise saw reader and called Mori and other port mafia members, reader got scared bc black lizard squad were ready to protect Elise and Mori and got under the water but Elise said it's alright and reader got out and Mori fell in love immediately and so did reader

S/o who is a Siren HCs (Mori Ougai)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 :)!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Yokohama sees its fair share of weird things every single day

But seeing a siren in the ports? Nobody would have expected that

It was Elise who saw you first- just swimming around and collecting lost items near the surface

 And it was Elise who stared and stared and stared and stared until you noticed her

Naturally, she tried to call you to come back

But before you could even consider turning back to the little girl, you found yourself surrounded by people in dark clothing, pointing guns at your head peaking just above the surface

The little girl demanded that everyone put their guns away, but it wasn’t until the man who was holding her hand made the call that everyone should stand down for now

Little Elise was more than happy to walk down closer to where you were still swimming and reach out her hand to you

She was soft and sweet and gentle. Apologizing for scaring you and telling you that she hopes you could be friends

She tried to offer you a home on the surface, but you knew something like that wouldn’t be easy

Besides, your home is here- in the open waters

Though that’s when the man beside her started talking

You always knew that the nature of your species had a particular effect on human men

But you didn’t expect a human man to have the same effect on you though

Perhaps he has some siren in him too?

Whatever the reason may be, you imagine you felt as red as his cheeks looked as he talked to you softly- telling you that he could keep you safe if only you would come with him

He spoke about how much power he held over the city

How he could give you any and everything you ever wanted if you decided to come with him

He also spoke about your beauty

How you a breathtaking creature and how he knows of many men who would do anything to keep for themselves. 

Him included

The words he spoke felt like a loaded gun: very powerful, yet all too real.

You shouldn’t take this offer lightly, you know that much but…

When Mori Ougai looks at you with a face like that…

…it’s hard to say no

Hi!

I'd like to request something with Mori Ougai (bsd) being head over heals for someone in the port mafia (who has the same status as Chuuya, but I can't remember what it's called, sorry...). Preferably ending with smut.

I couldn't find of you were open for requests or not, so sorry if this comes at the wrong time, and also okey if you decide to not Wright this, thank you either way

Doctor Knows Best (Mori Ougai x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼. 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁-𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝘂𝗻. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁! 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

If you’re being honest, you’re more surprised that he hasn’t pulled you from your position yet. 

  It’s been a while since you’ve had a real command from him. One that really required your status as an executive of the Port Mafia, anyway. If it wasn’t dealing with paperwork or handling intelligence or giving orders from the safety of a nice cushy, building, it was just simply lying around. Waiting for something to do. Waiting for a reason to be here. Of course, you know you still have use here. Your status as a senior member and your special ability is what got you to rise in the ranks so quickly when you were much younger. But you’re not getting any younger like this. You’re not being very helpful like this. As helpful as you know you could be, at least. However…

  “Breathe in for me, my lovely.”

  You’re positive Mori is too into the idea of you being helpful right now. At least, not after the incident.

  That’s really the only plausible explanation for your situation right now. That’s the only way you can explain how you ended up in his old doctor’s office in the Port Mafia’s base in just a nightgown after he heard you coughing over breakfast in your room. He even made sure to give you a personal escort and everything. That is to say, he took you by the hand and fussed over you every second of the way - even in front of your subordinates.

  Now, if it were up to you, you would have chosen to be anywhere beside his examination table with all the top bottoms of your dress undone and the fabric settling dangerously around your shoulders as he goes through his usual routine of diagnostics. You would have chosen to be absolutely anywhere- except this close to him. And at the moment? You’re more than exasperated enough to make it known to him.

  “Mori, I’m fine!” You insist with a frustrated huff. However, you do end up giving in very quickly and giving him a deep breath in and out as he presses the cool metal of the stethoscope against your skin. You keep your eyes adverted, not at all willing to give into his overly concerned self. But your compliance ends up putting a small smile on his face that you’re able to spot just out of the corner of your eye- something that warms your cheeks and flusters you greatly. Still, you’re not willing to go down without a fight. Even if the man you’re duking it out against just so happens to be your very, very smug boss. “The other doctor said I’d be good to get back in the field three weeks ago! You can’t keep doing this.”

  At your protest, Mori just lets out an absent hum. Almost as if he doesn’t have a care in the world as to what you have to say or think or do. But you know deep down inside that’s a line. After all, he wouldn’t be showing this much concern over your health after the explosion you were in a couple months ago if he didn’t care about you. He wouldn’t be ditching the fancy black suit in favor of a measly little doctor’s coat and old purple button-up if you were someone else. Because you know he hasn’t done it to anyone- not even the other executives.

  And that’s what makes you so upset. That’s what makes you so frustrated. That’s what makes things so unfair.

  “A second opinion is common practice in the medical field, my dear.” He responds to you easily as a look of concentration passes over his face while he takes your readings. And it just makes you want to scream with just how quickly he’s able to brush you off. Though it looks like the anger had crept onto your face a little more than you were anticipating. Because all too soon, he’s taking the hand he put on your shoulder to keep you still and cupping at your chin to turn your head to meet his red eyes directly, a tight smile on his face. “And it’s Dr. Ougai, sweetheart. Remember who you’re talking to.”

  You swallow a little nervously at his gaze, but in reality, you know you have nothing to fear. He’s been tough on you before. He’s been tough on you and your fellow executives plenty of times before. Yet one measly explosion and a moderate concussion later, you’re just now allowed to have unsupervised time in front of a computer. And that thought now only serves to annoy you further. Way, way, way further.

  “I know exactly who I’m talking to.” You bite out, half a snarl curling at your lips. Mori only raises an eyebrow at you- expression amused and a little too playful for your liking. But you don’t give him the time of day to suck the joy out of your rebellion. You’ve just about had it with his coddling. You’ve just about had it with his constant nagging and the way he looks at you. Like you need to be protected. Like walking out of that explosion wasn’t a possibility that came with your job. Like you couldn’t handle the lifestyle you’ve signed up for yourself. You’ve just about had it. “I’m talking to my boss. The one who refuses to give me orders and let me do my job. The one who keeps calling me weak by never telling me what to-”

  And unfortunately right now…

  “You want orders?”

  …he’s listening loud and clear.

  For the first time in a while, Mori addresses you with a sharp tone. One that reminds you of what it means to be in the Mafia. To be skating on thin ice. But it’s what you wanted. That’s what you asked for. So that’s what you get. You made your bed. It’s only right that you’d sleep in it too.

  “Yes.” You answer quietly, keeping your voice nice and even to avoid showing any emotion.

  “Yes, what?” He shoots back almost immediately. The amused expression that was once on his face is gone- replaced by lips set in a straight line and half-lidded eyes that present all the seriousness that you would expect from a mafioso. And maybe it’s because you’ve been out of the game for a while than you’d like to be. Maybe it’s because of all this coddling and hand-holding that he’s been doing with you. Maybe it’s all that and a combination of more that made you feel so soft. So weak. Whatever it is, you have no doubt that it’s the very thing that caused you to let out another nervous swallow despite your best efforts to hide it. One that he notices easily. One that he addresses just as easily too. “Say it.”

  “Yessir.” You tell him, nearly slurring over your words in order to get them out in time. Back straight and tall. Eyes forward. Body stiff. Like a good soldier should. Like a good soldier should. But that’s the thing. That’s the thing about him that you didn’t get. It’s the fact that he didn’t want a soldier.

  “Good girl.”

  He just wanted you.

  You were slow to understand that until the final second. But the second you heard the purr of his compliment, you can’t help but feel it. You couldn’t help but feel like you had melted. Softened up a little bit. In a way that you’d like. In a way that Mori appreciated.

  And of course, as seconds passed by, things became more and more clear to you. After all, you think there’s very little that needs to be explained when your doctor and your boss all but tear the stethoscope from his ears and toss it elsewhere in favor of surging forward and wrapping his arms around you. And you know there’s even less to be explained when those warning arms start creeping up the back of your nightgown and settling a little dangerously on your hip. And even less than that his deep, velvety voice is no longer spouting compliments. Instead- they’re pressing themselves against your neck and your collarbone and your shoulders and the valley between your breasts as he makes quick work of tugging down your already scandalously low-hanging dress even lower. In between the kisses he presses to your lips, of course. 

  And by the time your mind catches up with your body, you swear everything about you is overheating. The mere sensation of rough fingertips brushing over your bare skin- taking extra care to trace your new scars and your faded wounds- it’s enough to send you whining. And the mere sensation of his lips against your body- the little nibbles and the softness of his lips spreading here and there- it’s enough to send you squirming. Breaking you down and building you back into his image. Almost as if every time insisted you see a doctor or you take a break or you hold off going back to work was all in preparation for this one moment.

  “You want orders, princess?” He asks you finally, and you are not sure you have enough fire in your belly left to answer like the mafioso you’re supposed to be. Not that he cares. Not that he wanted that anyway. Because he wouldn’t have gone through all the trouble of making you soft and pliable and desperate for his approval and his commands if that’s what he wanted for you, now would he. “You want to be my good girl?”

  As if that switch that was flipped on inside of you is now up and at full force, you start nodding your head like a mad woman. Like this was what you made for me. For following his orders. For following his lead. Whether it’s killing in his name. Whether it’s moaning his name. As long as he tells you to do it. As long as he commands you to do it. Then’s enough for you. In fact, it’s more than enough for you. 

  “Then lay back and open your legs for me, darling.”

  After all…

   “You can do that for your Doctor, right sweetheart?”

  …Dr. Ougai knows best.

Робок я был, как девица. Меня от младых ногтей приучили следовать указаниям старших. И успехи в учебе, и продвижение по службе не являлись след ствием особых моих волевых усилий. Терпение и при лежность вводили в заблуждение не только окружающих, но и меня самого. Просто я шел по дороге, которую для меня выбрали другие.

У меня не хватало мужества игнорировать внешние императивы и проявить твердость. Я всегда страшился соприкосновения с внешним миром, у меня было такое чувство, словно я связан по рукам и ногам. Дома мне постоянно внушали, что я обладаю незаурядными спо собностями, и я уверовал-таки в собственную незаурядность. Но как только пароход отчалил из Иокогамы, от этой уверенности не осталось и следа. У меня из глаз хлынули слезы, что было полной неожиданностью для меня самого. Лишь позже я понял: в этом проявилась вся моя сущность.

— Мори Огай, "Танцовщица"

There’s nowhere else to go….

My first serious fanfiction!

Dazai's escape after Odasaku's death goes horribly wrong...

( I have been WAITING to yapp about this)

Yes, they were sooo close he even named one of her Kids which is so cute and there is btw a Museum in germany, berlin about mori.

And in a family picture of yosano and her family he was also there with yosano, her Kids and her husband. (If I remember correctly)

He also studied in germany and was a Kind man. (Unlike his bsd character...)

And also Tanizaki was WILD

This man tried to rizz up his DAUGHTER IN LAW and also had like a Sex game (I acually can't) with his wife and SISTER IN LAW and his sister in law (his wife sis) was the actress for Naomi and chuuya fell in love with her and wrote a poem for her.

He (chuuya) called her his ideal women. So technically Naomi is chuuyas ideal women in bsd bruh what... and Speaking of Ideals:

Kunikida from bsd and Irl are definetly quit similar:

Sasaki from bsd was his first wife and he was maddly in love with her but they divorced only after a few months of marrige.

Sasakis parents disliked kunikida so much and they didn't want her to get married to him and her mother even said that she'd be happier if sasaki commited Sui*ide then marry him (I would never recover from that if I was him)

Sasaki was also pregnant with his child and he was absolut heart broken that he couldn't be with her anymore but also that he would never be abel to see his child grow up. In his storys after she left him he often wrote about a man losing his child and in a mix of grief and sadness try take care of another child as if it was his own but fail to do so.

And even Rokuzou from bsd was a real person too (the guy Sasaki killed in bsd). Irl he was a relative from kunikida's landlord and kunikida teached him, Rokuzou was disabled irl. Kunikida even created a fictional Version of him and in that story were he is in he died. (Damn he died in kunikida's work and in asagiris work too)

And that Kunikida was a teacher is also true he used to teach math but also german and english at Tsuruya Gakuen.

He even opend his own school to teach Kids who didn't had the money to afford going to school, but had to close it after some time because he ran broke (bro was bathman thats acually such a beautiful thing to do)

Irl kuni was also a wingman.

He and katai were best friends they even lived togehter at some point but like in bsd katai was shy and a big introvert and had problems talking to women (he was afraid to talk to them) so kunikida helped him with this girl katai liked and katai ended up getting married to that girl kuni helped him with. But kunikida was also very popular with the ladies which can be a shocker because in bsd he is super awkward with Sasaki but irl women couldn't stop falling for him.

Kunikida also married again and he and his second wife had 5 children btw.

Irl Atsushi had 3 children with his wife and also had lung Problems.

Dazais brother disliked dazais writings and storys but liked Tanizakis work.

(Btw idk if that happend in one night⬇️)

Chuuya was once drinking with Ango and a few other guys and he (chuuya) liked this waitress but she liked Ango so he (chuuya) yelled at Ango for like 5 Minutes bc of that. (Valid reasons honestly)

He (chuuya) also called ango a damn governor but then sat down again muttering some stuff bc he wouldn't win in a fight against him (Ango) so he sat down (chuuya)💀

But both were also drunk when that happend.

Another time these 2 almost had a physical fight (but both were super drunk) so ango was like trying to stand on his feet and not fall flat on the floor bc he was so drunk and chuuya was punching air 🧚‍♀️ and never hitting ango cuz he was also so drunk. This also went on for a few Minutes. But both calmed down.

And once when chuuya was out drinking with his friends he smashed a bottle on Nakamura Mitsou's head and said: Imma kill you!!!

When his friend scolded him for acting like a maniac he cried and shouted : I'M SAD!!!"

He also harassed dazai alot... once when the blue flower Club (i love that name) went drinking he (chuuya) got drunk and was talking to dazai and dazai was replying with an "hm" mostly. He didn't wanted to say something that could upset chuuya because chuuya was 2 years older then dazai and dazai even admired chuuyas work plus respected chuuya.

But chuuya started to say: " why the hell does your face look like a flying blue mackerel? What is your favorite flower anyway?"

With a trembleling voice he (dazai) said : peach blossom

Chuuya: tch, thats why you suck (😭🤣)

Once he was drunk and broke in dazais HOUSE (idk how he maneged to do that) and insluted him by calling him a moron and according to dazais wife he (dazai) went to the bedroom and put the blankets over him and started to cry (damn)

Its funny cuz in bsd chuuya is only angry when dazai is around and irl chuuya looks like a calm person but the Anger issues from the mad Poet (chuuya) can be explained: his parents used to abuse him but they did it to Disziplin him to make him a proper Gentleman (they used to Isolate him, burn his feet with cigarrets and let him sleep outside in the cold which is a very terrible thing to do to a child and when chuuya was 5 he lost his younger brother)

But he (chuuya) was really good with Kids and spoiled them alot, but once when he was 17 he had a girlfriend but she cheated on him and he was angry at that but she got pregnant so he had to act like the father for the child and treated the child really good. But then she married a Business man and he never had a chance with the child again.

He also had 2 children with his wife but both died, his first son died and he never recoverd from that and even after his second son was born he was still in grief but he died a few months before his sec child died.

His poor wife, she lost everything.

🧚‍♀️

This is so long but I have been waiting to yap about this for so long!!!!

@viiper1 @2econd2ight2aver

Imagine if the real bsd authors looked at what the Fandom is saying abt them. "Fem Nikolai has big boobs", if Gogol saw that he would have a stroke. Chuuya would be mad about people making fun if his height, because he actually was really short. Idk if Dazai would be ecstatic or even more suicidal after seeing that. Fyodor would definitely write a book anylising his character's philosophy and motivations. DONT GET ME STARTED ON SOUKOKU

my fave Mori hc of all time is that he carries pics of Elise around in his wallet like Hughes from FMA and pulls them out in the middle of Important Mafia Meetings™️ like “look at my daughter :)”

And here is a drawing of the new card of Mori and Elise ❤️💕

And sorry I don't have the right colors😭

“Who would pioneer a new literature, at once Japanese and ‘modern’, that could speak to the change and transformation going on around them? Mori Ōgai and Natsume Sōseki… were among the first of those who stepped forward to take up this challenge. Certainly no one could have been better equipped for the task: gifted in European languages, they excelled in classical Chinese as well, and had a deep knowledge of Japan’s literary traditions. Yet the task was daunting. Writers of fiction were dismissed as frivolous and vulgar by traditional society, which language for literature, which would reflect how people actually spoke and which could be used to express exciting new concepts like ‘love’ and ‘individualism’, had to be created from scratch… This id not mean, however, that the trail blazed by Ōgai, Sōseki, and their contemporaries ran parallel to that of Western literature. These were no blind admirers of what the West had to offer - Sōseki, for one, felt that he had been somehow ‘cheated’ by English literature. Ōgai had studied in Germany, Sōseki in England, and both were acutely aware of the features of foreign culture - the language, the customs, and the sense of beauty and form - were altogether different from Japan’s. To create a new, modern Japanese literature, they had to carve new trails, not follow old ones. They had to be experimental writers. This meant that, once they felt they had taken what they could use from Western literature, they moved on. Ōgai eventually turned to traditional materials - legends like ‘Sansho the Steward’… and the lives of historical figures - while Sōseki, a brilliant theoretician, was able to anticipate developments yet to occur in the West. Through their efforts, and those of the other trail-blazers, by 1910 the Japanese short story was already established as a genre linked with, but not identical to, its counterpart in the West.”

—

Theodore W. Goossen, the Introduction to The Oxford Book of Japanese Short Stories

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