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Verlaine in a Secret Relationship with an ADA Member
Oh shit it's taken so long for me to get to this request, I had the longest goddamn hiatus, but hey, the new chapter came out and I'm back on the obsession.
Okay, first of all, I must address the situations with Ranpo and Dazai. They'd keep their mouths shut despite obviously knowing, but Dazai would tease you and mildly threaten you to no end when nobody else is around. The sneaking out was a little exhausting, but it was never exhausting to be with each other. You would have to be VERY close to be in a relationship with him, so you trust each other with everything and are each other's everything. It means so much to Verlaine that you think he is a human, and you make him feel human. Loving you makes him feel normal, and he'd do anything to keep that. He hates the idea of you ever being in danger, especially because of him, so the secret was his idea, but if you told him otherwise, he would go along with it in an instant. His heart is yours (people throw rocks at things that shine-). Evenings are your favourites, and you spend the early afternoons and mornings dreaming about what will happen next time you see him. Kunikida sends you suspicious looks when you smile to yourself randomly, laugh when nobody's talking, and constantly zone out. Overall, the only way they'd find out is if one of the other members saw you out and about together and told on the others. It would cause quite the split, but both organisations know that they can't lose either of you, so they learn to accept it (or at least ignore it). People tend to ask a lot of questions at first, then never dare to mention it again.
So sorry it took so long, and it's a little short. I'm so bad at writing him even though I adore him with all my heart. I love you all, have a wonderful day, KOSA IS SHIT!!!
I'll tell you how I've been there too and that none of it matters
verlaine verlaine verlaine!!! my pookie bear!! unrequested but necessary. things that make verlaine feel loved.
when you hold him. when you, you, you who knows him and cares for him and tells him you love him for who he is holds his sinning self in your arms like he's a baby, a flower, something more delicate than silence. he loves to be fragile for you, but he would not mind if you even dropped him and he shattered into a million little pieces. he knows you would put him back together, though. he's a puzzle you will never hesitate to put your all into solving. he craves for your warm fingers to gently hold his broken pieces together, caress the new masterpiece slowly and kiss it with soft, precious lips like you were sealing a response to one of his love letters. when you make sure his coffee is always hot. oh, god, good good, you're thinking about him. you're thinking about even the smallest things to make his day better. how can this be anything but true love? how can he show it back? how can he honour your name, your holy presence and build you cathedrals of care? the least he can do is memorise all your preferences, he can't stand your disgust of anything. if there is a day when you are disgusted by him, he will slaughter himself then and there. if you don't like blood, he will happily drown himself out of sight. when you make sure he goes to sleep. even then, you will do your best to make sure he will get as much sleep as possible. he tries to stay up to watch over you, but you beg him to calm down because you love him and want him to get rest. that alone is enough for him to bend to your will immediately. he will sometimes stay up thinking if you're lonely, and will seek you out immediately if he worries about you in any way. he's learning to avoid that a little bit because then it ends up disturbing you and he feels guilty even though he is perfectly aware that nothing matters more to you than him. when you go along with whatever he says. you trust him completely, so whether it's a mission or out and about you know he will make the right choices. he is sometimes a little stressed because now you have weight on this scale and he can under no circumstances mess up. you don't even mind if he does, though, his imperfections and mistakes are part of what makes him oh-so-human. in the end, it's your complete and unwavering faith in his humanity that leaves him dragged awe-struck into your orbit.
he's my cutie patootie mass murderer baby <3 you couldn't keep him out of my mind even if you gave me a lobotomy.
Being a fic writer is fun, because you can plan out the most devastating and gut wrenching scenes possible. But it's also fun because your notes look like this and none of it is serious.
Galvanism
After absolute months of planning, I'm so happy to announce that my Rimlaine fic, "Galvanism" is finally up with it's first chapter released to Ao3!!!
Galvanism is a narrative-driven, slow burn story revolving around one of Rimlaine's dispatch missions before the events of Bungo Stray Dogs or Suribachi city. It has!:
An original-character-based supporting cast based on real authors, using some of my favorite authors like John Milton and Dante Alighieri and their works to shape their unique abilities
RELIGIOUS THEMES!!! Using a cathedral as a base of operations, the antagonist organization of Galvanism, Paradiso, is comprised of various authors of religious backgrounds and aesthetics.
A long-form plot planned since November of last year (please help)
Various metaphors for Rimlaine's relationship, as well as exploration of BOTH character's issues and struggles with themselves and their environment.
A LOT of love put into it <3.
If you are interested in any of these concepts or simply want to support me as a writer, please consider putting Galvanism on your reading list! I love you Stormbringer/Rimlaine community, I hope you like it :)!
Verlaine betrayed Rimbaud because Asagiri knew that happy domestic Rimlaine + Chuuya would result in Verlaine's maternal instincts switching on, and that's more devastating than Guivre itself.