ddostoyevskyy

[ddostoyevskyy]

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐈: Law of Irrationality, 𝐈!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... a bit emotional, ig

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... hi. I've been inactive for a while, lmao. I miss being a writer sooo much, and things have been not really going too well for me as a writer, but I hope I get back to the track again. Short but quite emotional since I feel emotional these past few days:) Also, thank you for 800 followers! 🤍

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 1.6k words.

SERIES MASTERLIST

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄, 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐕, 𝐕, 𝐕𝐈, 𝐕𝐈𝐈

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams; no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Ranpo stared at the newspaper in his hands with a subtle pout as he reads; carefully, every detail, words and sentences, those punctuation marks and even the firmness and refine remarks and humor — it was all familiar. He could hear your firm voice, mixed with a quite intimidating tone yet smooth pace; not too hurried and not too slow. He could even imagine the way your eyes blinks and how your lips moves; the way you can't quite handle an eye contact too long so you would roam your eyes around the room as you speaks.

He knew you all too well; he's a witness of your struggles, a victim of your ability and reason of your beliefs.

So, why do you feel so different right now?

His stare is definitely making you feel anxious as though he's reading every bit of you even how your shoulders rise and relaxes as you breathe. He knew you despise being stared at, but he can't help it. You feel different as though the seasons changes. The sparks in your eyes were definitely on another level now too. The youth were no longer in your face, even the fear that often flashes your eyes — although the fidget of your fingers were still there, a habit that definitely stays, you feel so difficult to read.

Ranpo knew you. After all these years, it was still you. Your presence is enough to irk him in a way and your silence felt heavy on his shoulder — just like before.

This feels suffocating.

"You seem irritated," You voiced out, catching his drifting attention to reality as his eyes flickers into yours. "What's on your mind?"

"You're a mind reader, why ask?" His voice were laced with a hint of annoyance and you swear you heard a 'hmph' when he raised the newspaper on his hands on his face that's out of your vision so you wouldn't see the pout forming on his lips.

"I don't use my ability that much anymore, it's giving me too much medications," You reply with a sigh. Ranpo lowered the newspaper away from his face as his eyes peak through and it bores in your figure. "Besides, aren't I called here for a consultation? My time is precious at these time of the day."

Ranpo frowned, rolling his eyes and dropping the newspaper on his table. He leaned on his seat before stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied hum and you watched him in silence.

"Fine! Let's now move on, then." He finally agrees and you sigh in relief. Being seated with nothing to do at all is not for you, atleast not anymore. You were used to strolled around the city or stuck in your office chair with your coffee for the nth time.

"Kenjiiiiiii, did you find another case on the streets?" Ranpo called out for the yellow haired boy and you glance over with a raised eyebrow. On the streets? Why is he making it sounds like a child play? Although, their occupation and purpose in the city had a huge difference to yours — this is not your playground to play despite fighting over the same rights. You knew how things works at the Agency, and your ability is definitely not applicable in any way if shit happens.

You don't wanna hold the gun, simply when you can't pull the trigger.

"Yes, Ranpo-san. I'll give you the details." Kenji answers with a bright smile. The boy definitely looks like the youngest member of the Agency and he has this really positive aura and outgoing personality.

"Come on, now, Atsushi. You go there with Ranpo-san. It would be your first intel too!"

Hearing their endless conversation, you stood up to ease the tension wavering in your heart. You were not a fan of interacting when your mind’s somewhere along the lines. Both heart and mind should connect — and you’ve been like that not until recently. Meeting Fukuzawa Yukichu — the one who raised and protected you and on your side no matter what, and Ranpo Edogawa — that man — the boy you grew up with; both of them made a huge complicated waves in your system that only them can waver and fix.

You already tortured yourself enough to forget everything from the past. But as you stumble upon the president’s office; the Agency members seems to be unbothered by the fact that you’re roaming around the office and they’ve only met you until today — your heart tightens in your chest.

Parenting 101, 2006 edition.

The book were neatly placed on the right side of the table, as if it was supposed to be there.

You can’t do this.

Your eyes roamed over the office, the shades of colors were all so familiar to you, the pleasing aesthetic made your heart calm, but there’s a clog on your throat.

You can’t do this —

“(Name).” A hand came down to your shoulder, warm and comforting and you finally snapped back to reality, eyes wavering and mouth gaping as you let out a breath you never knew you’re holding. His deep voice were surprisingly familiar to your ears.

I‘m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so, sorry — I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean everything I did —

“I apologize if I stepped inside without permission.” You muttered, turning around, completely brushing off the warm hand as you face the President with formalities in your stoic face despite having your mind in turmoil. His grey eyes seems to be reading you like an open book and you hate how you let yourself be read — you let yourself be vulnerable again under the gaze of this man.

The man you called dad once.

“You don’t need to apologize.” (you were just a child). The lump in your throat tightens and your eyes watered as you stared at him and his lips softly parted when he stared at you.

You look exactly like that; back then, a few years ago, when you were lost in the world with blindfold over your eyes — and his arms loosens on his side as he gently raised them up, inviting you in his embrace and your tears finally welled up; you remembered exactly how you cry on his embrace back then, like a child you are, asking and seeking for a comfort of a man you called dad in the midsts of your tears.

And, right now, a few years after, you were back on his arms as he welcomes you again with the same warmth; he’s always been warm, you were just not too used to it. Your lips quiver in a quiet sob as he gently pats your back, basking you in silence you wanted — just like before — just like you always thought of home.

Amidst between; between the warmth — the cold come peering in between as though the storm never ended in your mind. It was a comforting silence of home until it became a quiet storm yet you opted to stay on his embrace; even though you saw what the future beholds — atleast right now, you could hold him a little longer.

This ability is a curse. Despite its right to find itself in the comfort of truth and prevails things downhill, you never use your ability right, after all.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2024 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

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[ddostoyevskyy]

Just a small drabble. f!reader, reader’s ability include wings. written in Chuuya’s point of view. suggestive themes. I miss writing BSD sooooo much:((((

The scent of cigarettes and wine with the luminousity of the golden chandelier lights created an ambience that reflects the hollow empty in your eyes. The sudden admiration he felt within those moments you were together disappeared the moment he dejectedly announce his real purposes of approaching you.

Your eyes held all of your emotions — and Chuuya did his best not to tremble under those gaze that breaks his heart. Despite rejecting his boss’ confirmation multiple times, nothing could ever replace the shivers that crept on his body and the want to avoid your eyes as he only hoped that you recognize the shift of his reluctant eyes telling you quite the opposite.

He wanted to scream, the grip of his gloved hand inside his pocket wanted to he release away from its grasp. He wanted to tell Mori at this point that what he found out was right; that he’s so in love with you he chose to fall in denial just to protect you. He knew you understand; his work for the Mafia is dangerous — he is dangerous and his boss can go much worst than what he did to you just so you can prove your loyalty.

You’ve came this far, you’ve flight this far to let your wings be battered and spread later on for freedom and he knew he can’t have you caged again just because of him.

He knew you better like the back of his palm; when you shifted your weight with your other foot, he knew you were itching to yell at him, to hurt him just as much as he hurt your feelings but your balled fist and tightened jaw were keeping you from bursting.

So, when he finally got his moment to be alone with you, he melted into you when you pulled him in a room and kiss him hard with tears in your eyes and heart in your hand. He definitely underestimated your feelings for him; despite the harsh words — that wasn’t even sincere — as you tell him when you pressed your forehead to his as his body relaxes, heart swelling with admiration as he stared at you.

You were definitely willing to be denied multiple times by this man, and he’s definitely going to kiss you despite those lies that filled his tounge.

Well, I’ve been listening to Lady Gaga’s Judas (and because Norman Reedus is in the music video as Judas himself).

2024 © ddostoyevsky

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[ddostoyevskyy]

f!reader, mentions of anxiety/panic attacks, gunshots, minor characters death (all imaginary), S3!Levi (mhm), suggestive themes.

When an arm grabs your waist in the middle of chaos, you trashed — completely caught off guard with no weapons and malfunctioning gears; your throat runs dry when you saw your squad being fucking mauled with guns.

You were pulled into somewhere dark and cramped and fuck — you think you’re definitely gonna pass out as your lips parted in a cry of protest but a large hand cupped your mouth close to muffle your noise and a low grumble registered in your ears — the warmth is familiar, the coldness of fingertips are somewhat firm yet tender around your flesh and your tears are threatening to fall when you realised.

Fuck — it’s Levi. You wanted to cry and it looks like he knew. His steel eyes were completely attentive, watching how your eyes soften and moistens, how your body relaxes and tenses when you realise the proximity; his arm were wrapped around your waist, hips flushed to yours as you held your breath.

“Captain — they’re — my —” You stutter when he loosen his grip around your jaw and he puts a finger on your lips, a demand to stay quiet. He can’t have you malfunctioning too just as how your gear had been — he understands, he sympathises, but not right now.

“Snap out of it,” He demande lowly, voice in a hushed whisper as you breath shakily, tears spilling in your eyes and he sighs — your sobs getting louder.

“Fuck it.” He whispers before pressing his lips into yours as your eyes widen, lips parting in a muffled gasp as your hand presses against his chest; but you didn’t push him away — swallowing your sobs on his mouth as he breath against your lips when he tasted the salty tears, licking and brushing his thumb on your cheek and he can feel you merely flinching at the sound of screams.

He moves his lips slowly and your sobs subsided, yet your tears never stop — anchoring yourself in his arms as he kisses you softly, drowning your tears away in the mercy of his lips and you let yourself be washed away.

Happy New Year:D

#aot levi #levi ackerman x reader #levi aot #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi smut #aot x reader #levi x you #aot

[ddostoyevskyy]

When the night strikes after a blood bath of murders and screams of horror, Levi had you tangled in the sheets despite with heavy heart and stained hands — he touch you with such delicacy, mapping your body with his fingertips and planting his lips on the heat of your skin, having his cock inside you in a slow, yet deep manner that made you writhe and marks along his back.

The tears on your eyes prickened with such ecstasy, with also a heavy heart, you’ve reached for his jaw, pulling your foreheads to touch as he moves relentlessly in a passionate manner, you let your tears flow as you cradle him close, whispering words that made him halt.

“Levi, I — I chose you more than this world,” You whispers against his lips and he stays stilled, dark blue eyes searching for yours as the moon strikes over your figure, creating such alluring yet melancholic melody carving on your face. “Always. It is always you. Will you let me choose you?”

Levi pauses, fingers lacing together with yours as he heave a sigh, one that he didn’t knew he had been holding the whole time. You knew the answer. You always knew.

It was always everyone before you.

It was always him before everyone for you.

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[ddostoyevskyy]

Habit

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... Another Levi drabble, omfg.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 836

Levi Ackerman is known as a man of few words. But for some reason, you always managed to put words on his mouth everytime you open yours and spite at him. His jaw moves, lips twitching in a frown as his eyebrows pinches and furrowed as he glared at you with dark eyes, almost as if he’ll swivel his blades through your neck any time now. Although, that was his expression all the time — you managed to witness the glint on his dark eyes whenever he talks to Commander Erwin or Squad Leader Hange.

It was common for you to be spiteful, especially the moments before you were recruited and assigned in Survey Corps with the same amount of trainings and hardships; you thought this is not even the same level with your situation on the underground, as a criminal, a mass murderer that they’ve called you. You took pleasure for that — you were one pride person after all; you took pride of your talent. Although, you were just unlucky and injured at that moment.

Now you were stuck with the infamous Lance Corporal.

You loathed his attitude, although his undeniable combat knowledge and stamina seems to always fascinates you everytime you watch him in the battleground. His speed were relentless, the power and his inhumane strength were clear in your eyes.

“Dash!” Your head snapped to your side, meeting Hange’s furrowed expression as they huffed. “I‘ve been calling you by your name, but you seem so distracted.”

You raised a brow. Hange had the habit to call you by your real name, although you hated how it sounds, you established the name Dash because you’re a good runner that it’s quite a struggle to catch up with you even maneuvering an ODM gear.

“You alright? You seems pretty fucked up.” They pointed out, poking a gentle finger at the gash on your shoulder as you hissed. You didn’t even notice ache on your body until it hit you, tastebuds starting to taste iron metallic.

“Never been better.” You mumble despite your vision clouding.

“I told you, you’ve been holding your blades wrong,” A voice grumbled as you heard the quick retreat of iron hooks on the background, already forming foul words in your mouth not until you’ve noticed who it was. “You’re hurting yourself.”

“I’ve noticed!” Hange exclaimed, “You seems to retract your blades in a wrong way.”

“Now, now,” You grumbled with a sigh, already rolling your eyes in the air as you feel the exhaustion slips through your body, fueling the heaviness. The more you breath, the more it’s getting harder and harder to move. “Don’t gang up with me. I got used to this, alright? It’s a habit.”

“A bad habit,” The Captain muttered besides, grabbing your hands as you hissed from the contact of his rough ones — your hands were already blastered up, the skin of your palms were roughen up because of how you grip the handle of the blades, and some of it are already scars from the past battles. “You were as good as useless now if you don’t take care of your hands. You also had the habit to bite your nails.”

Hange’s eyebrows shoot up, staring at the Captain and his squad member — they smiled sheepishly, pink dusting on their cheeks as they quietly squealed.

You retracted you hands from his touch, already missing the warmth on your cold temperature — the air were thick and chilly today, so why are you feeling hot on cheeks all of the sudden?

“It doesn’t matter, I’m fine. I can manage. I’ll live, alright, Captain?” You sent a sarcastic smile on Levi’s direction and he furrowed his eyebrows, already ticked off by your attitude and he huffed.

You were about to summon the iron hooks off your gear when Levi’s hand wrapped around your wrist, halting your movements and pushing you towards him, hand clasps on your wrist, he’s quick to remove the cravat placed as his tie and your mouth drops — you knew how important that piece of cloth on his neck, Hange had told you. So, when he wrap it around your palms, including your fingers, you were stunned.

“Wait —”

“You had the habit to use this hand more with the blades even though, it wasn’t your dominant hand,” Levi had neatly tie it securely on your hand, “That will do.”

“But, this is your mothe —”

“Yes, it is. So, come back here in all piece and give that back to me — clean, of course.” Levi retorted, cutting you half way as he nudge his head, indicating you to move forward already as you nodded. You offer a salute before maneuvering back to the walls again.

“You, Levi,” Hange trails off, staring at him with heated cheeks and Levi stared at them warily, already had an idea what’s on the tip of their tounge, “You had a habit of looking out to (Name), don’t you?”

He was silent, although his gaze on your form were already an answer.

hehehehehehehehe

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[ddostoyevskyy]

Little Thief

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... A little drabble for canon!Levi (might be OOC) x thief!reader who happened to know each other back when the Captain’s still living in the underground except, you have no idea who he is anymore. Reader has a code name. The squad member pertains reader as “he” but gender neutral.

And thank you for 700+ followers, omg. I didn’t realized.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 1.2K

“The fucking audacity!” Levi’s voice echoes through the walls as he hissed, brows furrowing and lips twitching as he leaps through the houses’ roofs, running in a fast phase as his eyes never left your figure. Apparently, you were now maneuvering his ODM gear — his that you’ve managed to steal when his squad were taking a break on the roof.

“Captain, he’s fast!” A member of his squad muttered in the air and he grumbled.

You were quick to wrapped his gear on your hips too — as it you had such experience at maneuvering the ODM as you leap through the walls, enjoying the wind, yet thrilled by the way a squad of Survey Corps is running after you; you love thrills, you were anticipated by the catch as you pull out the blades from the gear, the blades were sharp and clean as though it was cleaned thoroughly. Although, you have no idea what’s coming after this.

“Hey!” A deep grumble appeared besides you and you were caught off guard, widening your eyes and fixing the cloth that was helping you to hide your whole face except your eyes. “Give that back, thief!”

Your lips stretch in a grin, although he couldn‘t see, the propeller blades of the ODM he’s using curls with yours and you were quick to retreat the iron wire. This is one of the fastest gear you have stole compared to the old ones — and you have figured when you took a closer look at the man who’s been chasing after you; realizing how fucked up you are right now — the badge shown across your eyes as his cape creates an illusion of wings, his sharp, grey eyes glared down to you as you slide through the ground, one iron wire clamped on a wall.

Fuck, of all people, why the humanity’s strongest soldier?

You huffed, weighing yourself up before he would’ve slammed your face with his shoes. You lost balance over the gear, but you were a fast runner, after all.

“Fuck, stop wasting the gas!” You heard him yell behind as you breathily laughed, a little out of breath.

“Captain Levi!” You could hear his men yelling after, already aware how you were cornered in grounds.

“Don’t! This one’s mine. That’s an order!”

You squinted your eyes, halting as you face backwards, on his direction and he abruptly stopped when you sway his blades out, almost as if challenging him in a sparring and he huffs.

“Give that back.” He says lowly, voice deep and fuming. You hold the blades backwards, slanting yourself with your right shoulder forward, feet apart and knees slightly bent. His eyebrows furrowed, staring at the familiar fighting stance — his also very own fighting style and the blades on his hands lowered. You took the opportunity, weighing yourself lower, you kick upwards, hitting him in the arm he had quickly blocked and your hips twist to sent another lower kick as he managed to swivel himself away.

“What the fuck,” He curses. The familiarity of your fighting stance; you were practically hands on the ground as you manage to balanced your weight, using your legs as a leverage to push him more farther. You’re fast; almost like he can’t read your movement — well, your feet creating and collecting dusts on the ground which help you took advantage.

Despite the blades in your hands, and the heavy equipment lying on your hips, your strikes were low on the ground.

He somehow managed to get used to your strikes when you land a quick blow just on his ribs — which he managed to block as he maneuvers his arm around, dragging your whole body on the air, although you thought he made a bad move as you activate the iron clasps on your hips, dragging him in the air.

You hissed, that twist on your arm definitely hurts and your previous injuries screamed at the slight tug — although it wasn’t just slightest; his grip were tough and definitely firm as you could see the red mark appeared on your wrist quick.

You’re smart — he’d give you that. But Levi already had the hint that you might be injured. With that kind of fighting skill and agility, there’s no way you’re not hurting yourself like that.

“Surrender now and I’ll spare your life,” He threatens as your feet landed on the roof, scurrying a little far from where he’s standing with a glare. “You have the fucking audacity to steal from the Survey Corps.”

You didn’t answer and honestly, you were nervous as fuck. Although, your composure never supressed, but your heart’s been racing when you realized who‘s chasing you after all.

“FIFT!” You heard your nickname being called as you were distracted for a moment. “RETREAT!NOW!”

Your feet moves, but not when a rough hand tugged you back and you were shoved backwards, hissing at the impact in your head but you’ve managed to twist your hips, shoving the man back and you were dragged down on the roof as you yelped.

“FIFTEEN!” Your comrades yelled again.

“DON’T MIND ME, GO!”

Levi managed to hook his iron wire on the wall, holding you by your arms clasped on your back as you shift back and forth in the air. You were actually glad you weren’t face flat on the ground (that must’ve hurt a lot) since that will be quite a high fall.

“Hey,” He shook his hand where he kept you tight on his hold, “Have we seen each other?”

He stared on you, gaze piercing as you whipped your head on his direction before his other hand swivel on your face, grabbing the cloth around your face as you stared at him with wide eyes. He stared back at you, mouth parting and closing as his sharp eyes blinks, his grip on you loosening, but you didn’t moved an inch, raising a brow.

“I’ve seen you,” You spite, “I don’t know about you, have you seen me? I‘m sure I kept myself hidden from any sight given my dirty job.”

“That’s not what I meant,” He groans, eyes shut in attempt of grounding himself, so he won’t shove you all the way down the ground, “You’re oddly familiar.”

“I don’t look like those titans you’ve killed.”

“Watch your mouth or I will definitely kill you like how I killed those titans,” He retorted. “And, Fifteen, seriously? Can’t choose any better nicknames than a fucking number?”

Your eyes widened. “You’re not calling me that shitty nickname, brat. Choose a better nickname than a fucking number.”

His gaze shifted and you swear you saw how his sharp eyes softens when he realized you vaugely remember his words — him, finally. You were speechless.

“Is... is this why you left me?” Your voice were quiet, all of the snark attitude you spite disappeared.

“I didn’t leave you, idiot,” He huffs, lowering the iron wire of his gear as your feet finally touched the ground, although his hand never left yours, now gripping on the side of your hips to keep you from running away. “I‘ve been keeping tracks on you eversince some of the gears apparently had been missing in our headquarters. I remember you telling me you wanted to steal some gears and try it for yourself. Turn’s out I was right, it was you.”

He pointed a finger on your forehead as he flicked and you yelp. Old habits die hard.

“Ouch.” You mumbled.

“Captain?”

Levi’s neck tilted as he gaze back at you again, “I’ll deal with this little thief.”

hehehe.

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[ddostoyevskyy]

Based on this post, oml... you being taller than Levi and his eye level is slightly just above your tits. (this is not me anymore, he’s still taller than me</3)

It was hard to keep focus. Especially, when you were only wearing a tank top and pants whenever you were on a training break — his sharp eyes will always find its way to stare at you — your tits. Your cleavage were exposed, sweat dribbling on your skin and his thoughts is now running wild when you decided to stand right in front of him, a little too close as Hange kept you entertain with stories and Levi was a little too distracted by the way you sent a lingering touch in your own skin — wiping the sweat and lifting your shirt to fan yourself exposing more than for his imaginations.

He hates his height. But, maybe he was quite relieved, yet a flustered bother whenever he lets you hug him from behind.

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[ddostoyevskyy]

Just some lil’ thought about Captain Levi. Preffered with someone with long hair (insert me. If you’re bald... idk).

Levi bringing spare hair tie with him everytime you go to a mission or expeditions because you always manage to lose or break them whenever you’re maneuvering in the air. Him handling it to you without a word or simply tying your hair whenever you stay put on the ground whilst always caught you off guard whenever he brushes his fingers on the surface of your nape, barely touching, but you could feel the warmth coursing through his body. You were always flustered by the time he finished tying your hair up.

Levi thought he was subtle about it, but the lingering stare he gives you whenever you thanked him with a flustered smile were too obvious.

That’s it, thank you.

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[ddostoyevskyy]

Isn’t he, like, dismembered and dead.

Ya’ll know i think piano man FUCKS. Right?

(I need to stop using tumblr like it’s Twitter.)

#this is how i cope #bsd flags #bsd

[ddostoyevskyy]

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈: The Hell of Mirrors, 𝐈𝐈!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... dark content; multiple mental disorders, heavy manipulation, experiments, child abuse, murders.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... There’s a graphic description of (Name) being or having a “pale” complexion, but that doesn't mean it has to be the skin color. But, I apologized if the description is like that and will try my best to make this story as imaginable as it can be. Thank you. If you want an early updates from this series, you can find me on Wattpad @ddostoyevskyy, here’s the link of TLOA on Wattpad.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 1.832k

SERIES MASTERLIST.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄, 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐕, 𝐕, 𝐕𝐈

— Did he go made after taking a glance at himself reflected by a completely spherical mirror? Or did he slowly lose his sanity after suddenly discovering that he was trapped inside his horrible, round glass coffin—together with “that” reflection?

When Ranpo blinked his emerald eyes, reflecting through the mirror and the brightness of the light in the room as though to be blinded by the artificial light, his lips fell opened, speechless and unmoving as he stared at a young girl — much smaller and thinner with pale complexion, hollowed cheeks, dark eyes that resembles a black hole of emptiness. In the marble floor, there’s broken dolls and shards of broken glass as though it was used to break those dolls. Broken like her.

His shoes screeched on the floor when the small girl moved, flinching where he’s standing. There’s a chain on her neck, scalding her skin that turned red to purple, the heavy metal clacks as she moves with dried blood on her small hands, some of the crimson blood dripping on the floor.

When the door burst open, it pushed pass his body as though he is a ghost — as he proposed that he is in this timeline whilst invading the consciousness of your mind — your hollowed eyes were staring right through him like you can see him; as if he exist. A man in a lab coat closed the door behind him as he stand close to the wall, careful and cautious at the way your small hands grip a shard of a broken glass.

Perhaps, the dried blood and the fresh ones trickling on your skin were a product of those men wearing white you’ve killed — as Mister Fukuchi stated your killing spree; or perhaps, this is one of your forgotten memories that he’s to witness, your bloodbath; the one they named The Mastermind. Ranpo felt his whole body run cold when you pointed on his direction.

“What is it, (Name)?” The man in the white spoke up as he swings his head to the same direction, seeing no one; perhaps, maybe Ranpo does exist in your imagination; or you saw someone that wasn’t exactly him, yet your hallucinations brought Ranpo the speculations that he indeed exist in your mind in this timeline.

“He’s here... again.” Your small voice; raspy and thick, like you’ve been screaming and crying for such a long time as tears flooded on your visions, yet your expression hasn’t change much.

“Who? Can you describe him for me, please?” The doctor whipped out a clipboard on his back with a pen, still his back against the board. He finally walk towards you, slowly but surely, until you’re not showing any signs of aggression; the doctor, walks forward as he reached for the shards of glass in your hands. You voluntarily lets go, fingers unclasping without any signs of pain even though the skin of your palms were opening on the flesh. The doctor whips out a bandage on his pocket, reaching for the tray on the left of the bed’s table to grab the betadine. “Can I have your hand, please?”

The man was surprisingly patient with you, carefully jabbing your wounds with cotton and working to close and stop the bleeding with the bandages he wrapped around your palm to your wrist. Your eyes were wet with tears that aren’t stopping to flow on your cheeks like the smell of blood dripping on the wall. Your eyes were still set on Ranpo as he stood there staring back at you.

“Now, tell me, (Name). Can you describe him now?”

“I... can’t,” Your voice were raspier as though you’ve been whispering the whole time, “He has no face... there’s only... a shadow.”

The man’s face look a little delight that you’ve finally talked, his lips parted as he wrote down on the clipboard. Your eyes shadowed over the light, a mimic of the light conquering the dark as you casted your head down to stare at your bandaged palms.

“You are aware of your mental situation, right? You have multiple disorders that you barely show any signs, though. Was it the effect of your ability? Don’t you think, your ability wasn’t really meant for killing?”

“Do you think I haven’t thought of that, either?” You answered, playing with your fingertips as you lifted up your head to stare at the man in front of you with empty expression written on your face. It wasn’t long enough for the man to show his true colors as his face hardened, the grip he had on his clipboard tightened before his arms raised upwards until a force of impact hit your head, forcing your eyes to blurred and mouth agape, yet no sound of pain escaped.

“Do you know how many of our men have lost because of you?! This — your stupid excuse of mental health issues gave you such privelege to be excused of what you did! Because, you’re a goddamn child!”

There’s a defeaning silence, followed by another sounds of skull cracking in process when the man used the metal tray on the young girl who kept her head low. The sound of flesh being ripped apart until blood splatters on the wall made Ranpo falters on his feet, knees weakening as he watch how her face stained with blood, the white sheets and white walls became stained with the thick liquid until your body fell on the white marbled floor.

Your hands trembled as your eyes blurred with tears and blood, yet no sounds had been coming out of your voice after those torturous attempt to break your skull. Your eyes flickered on Ranpo’s form again as he gulped, the fourteen year old were frozen on his spot as you stared directly on his soul as though you were asking for help; as if he can help you. In your mind, he was just a mere shadow, a cause of your hallucinations. Your hand reached for him as if he could touch you.

The images of your bloody younger self warped and Ranpo’s visions became hazy before a few scenarios played right before his eyes and he could only breath heavily and pant as his handd trashed around in the air, pushing away those memories of your younger self being locked away in the dark (the thing he hates the most), electrocuted, overdosed, and the physical pain you’ve felt came crashing down on his mind until it all stopped at once.

He huffed a breath, panting and making his heartbeat pace down when he could almost hear it rang through his ears.

Yet, everything of this, they chose to call you a monster.

You were trapped by your own delirium. The monster that they created inside you grow and were trapped in a mirror everytime you look at your reflection, you never saw the beautiful girl hiding behind that monstrosity; you could only see the flames burning in your eyes, the blood that tainted your heart and hands, and the sorrows of a childhood that was taken away from you.

In the mirror, you could see the Hell; the Hell they created and cannot be tamed. The beast that was awakened in a mind of a frail child who lived a normal life of Heaven before it all came crashing down and burned in the pits of Hell.

Perhaps, the both of you had the same tradegy, yet differ in violence, differ in situation — but it was all similar to those people you lose; a parental figures. The two people whose suppose to raise you and nurture you with love and care now gone, leaving you exploring the cruel world with outmost gullibility.

Ranpo still couldn’t understand. The mystery that surrounds you like an enigmatic claim of innocence, but never naíve. The sense of justice and the act of violence you were nurtured in this place where you were raised; in these white walls and white sheets, the blood thickens and staining your reflection in the mirror.

Perhaps, Ranpo is the one who holds the title of gullible between the two of you.

He’s been raised by his parents in a good environment despite their work for the government as a detectives who holds justice between their fingertips. He was never taught; his natural ability to conquer the truth and to detect the lies are the qualities he got from his parents. He’s smart for his age, he believed that all people are fool; a monsters for not identifying the truth — for not viewing the way he perspect the things the way other people do.

And, yet you were just good at hiding the truth beyond that mirror, aren’t you?

When Ranpo’s eyes fluttered open, he found himself in an abandoned place; the city lights twinkled right before his emerald eyes. The familiarity of the place, the scent of medicines and chemicals came crashing down on him as he realized. His feet brought itself here, at the place where hundreds of people died, diagnosed with many mental problems that ended them to kill themselves in the same patterns of facing the mirror.

The same incident that Ranpo’s parents investigated. Before they died in a supposed to be accident.

His whole body run cold as he looks around, before he felt something shifts on his thighs; there you are, your head buried on his thighs as you were still in a deep slumber, or perhaps, still in the consciousness of your childhood where he was suddenly awakened after those constant flashes of your core memories with nothing but pain.

He can’t decide which or how to feel; should he feared you because of what can you do, or should he save you — although, what a mere child like him can do too? Despite his infinite knowledge and capability, what can he do for you? What can he give you? Can he protect you with these monsters they called grown-ups? Despite his infinite knowledge, the doubt had surrounded his mind.

What can he do to protect you from these mirrors of memories you had? Should he forbids you to ever look at the mirror again, so that you won’t see the horrors of memories trapped in your mind, or should he be making you face your own hell of mirrors and let you burn in the back of your mind?

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2023 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

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[ddostoyevskyy]

Not sure if you are taking requests and if you aren't feel free to ignore this!

May I request kunikida x reader where reader finds a box of 8 kittens abandoned? And reader decides to adopt them all? I love cats and kunikida when I had a small dream about this.

Have a good day 🫶

YOU HAD ME AT MEOW

Kunikida Doppo

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... gn!reader, reader loves cats (and if you don't, why not?), reader radiates cat energy, reader adores Atsushi (‘cause he is a cat), reader also gives Kunikida slow blinks (iykyk), cat distribution system, scene reference from BSD Wan! Episode 3.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... how could I say no to this request?! 😭 My poor cat parent heartttttttttttt. I hope you enjoy reading and thank you for requesting! This is my first time taking requests:) Kunikida is definitely like a ‘dad who doesn’t want a cat but got caught baby talking to them’ type of cat lover. And, this is so cheesy. Also, the intented paragraphs are parts of flashback/memory.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 1.402k

BSD MASTERLIST.

One thing that Kunikida loves about you is your heart for stray cats everytime he tags you along for a mission (with Dazai in addition) where he also can spend time with you while working. You always have a cat food ready at your bag and everytime you manage to find a cat to feed, getting Kunikida late for his schedule — he can’t do anything about your quality time with cats.

He also catches you staring at him as he stared back in confusion with eyebrow shot up when he raised his head away from his laptop because he can sense your eyes staring at his face, though he can’t really blame you; everytime he stares back at you with those shade of eyes, all in while blinking slowly at him that had his confusion rose more, but the cat like grin you gave him after doing that weird gesture with your nose scrunched up always made him sigh in contentment (the confusion is still there).

“(Name)’s so cute!” Dazai’s enthusiasm is also what Kunikida’s problem everytime you do that mannerism of yours. The brunette also loves to poke that compliment everytime you stare at Kunikida, blink, smile, and leave after that to get more coffee on the café down the ground floor of the building. “(Name) loves to tell you (Name) loves you everytime, huh?”

Kunikida sent him a glare of confusion as his forehead creased and Dazai stared st him dumbfoundedly while pointing on his face.

“Don’t tell me, you don’t know why (Name) always do that?!”

“No?” Kunikida exclaimed and the brunette wailed, trashing his body on his chair with a complete despair written on his face as he put a hand on his chest to act like he’s been shot by the heart (literally).

“Whaaaaaaaat?! Ah! Kunikida’s so gullible that even a single gesture of (Name)’s love can’t be seen!”

“What the hell, Dazai?! Stop assuming things! Of course, I know (Name) loves me and so do I!”

“Then, tell me, Kunikida-kun. What does that slow blinks means then?” Dazai said with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face that made Kunikida more furious, but he supressed them with a sigh, unable to answer because he can’t really explained what do you mean by those weird gesture he’s been receiving from you.

“See? You don’t know,” The brunette let out an exasperated sigh, “Slow blinks is a gesture that cats do to their owners to tell them that they love and trust their owners, so they often blink slowly everytime their owners stares at them.”

To say at that moment, Kunikida is now already flustered and flushed pink everytime you gesture him with slow blinks.

Despite that love gesture, you were always enthusiastic at the fact that Atsushi had an ability to transform in a tiger — in which Kunikida told you that it wasn’t exactly a domestic cat and you can’t take care of him in your shared-dorm because he’s also a young man (and Kunikida is your significant other, take care of him instead!).

You’ve been acting strange, Kunikida have noticed; eversince you’ve arrived with a random medium-sized box you keep in the storage room of your shared dorm and you told him not to worry about it, Kunikida had been wary of you.

What are you hiding in that box? Was it a body? Although, it doesn’t emits any smell of a rotting corpse, he shook that thought off. He remembers the look on your face when he asked you about it when he caught you carrying the box inside the dorm carefully and without a noise. You also looked startled as your eyes dropped to your watch, telling him that it is too early for him to arrive home (which he always arrive later than your shift at the Agency) as you are quick to discard the topic.

You were also nervously prancing around the dorm, glancing at him time to time to check if Kunikida might invade the storage room of your dorm, yet he payed no mind if it’s something about invading your privacy. But, he’s curious!

“(Name), what’s really that box for?” Kunikida questioned as you were trapped between him and the wall of your dorm and you nervously let out a forced laugh before shaking your head.

“I-It’s nothing, Doppo! Don’t mind that.” You stuttered as you internally screamed. You were really bad at lying, especially when Kunikida is cornering you like this everytime you hide such minor things that you are too shy to tell him because he acts totally different than what you expected.

Though, this time, you were really sure his reaction will be what’s on your mind.

He lets out a sigh, “(Name).” He muttered your name as he steps in closer, grabbing your wrist in between his fingers as he intertwined your fingers in his before dragging you with him as he walks towards the storage room of your dorm and you frantically yelp, pacing quick in front of him but his strenght is unmatched, holding you with both hands on your hips before hoisting you up and carrying you like a sack of potatoes on his shoulder.

“Doppo, nooooooooooooo!”

He opened the door as he flickered the lights open before striding forward the box.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

Kunikida glances back at you as you stared back at him with doe eyes; a habit everytime you did something troublesome (maybe because of hanging around Dazai too much).

“(Name),” He firmly calls your name with a sigh again, “Is that what I think inside the box?”

“Doppoooooooooooo,” You whined his name, “Yes. It is what you think it is inside the box.” You finally gave in as he sighed before gently placing you to your feet. You walked towards the box as you opened it and Kunikida gawked.

“(Name), I know it’s a cat, but I didn’t think of that many! Did you pick them one by one?!”

“No, I did not! They’re already placed here in the box, all eight of them and I can’t decide which to bring back home, so I carried them all! And, besides, it’s raining heavily yesterday and they’re on the sidewalk!” You wailed. Kunikida glances at the kittens inside the box in slumber, snuuglint on each other as he glance on you again.

“Please? Can we keep them?”

“(Name) —”

“Please? Besides, the President also loves cats and I always provide half of my salary for cats’ necessities. I will also make sure they won’t make a mess! Cats can be litter trained and you know how much I wanted cats, right? Please, Doppo?” You pleaded as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his arm automatically wrapping around your hips and as you finished, the cats might have sense your small outburst that they also started to make noise when they noticed the both of you.

A choir of meows echoes through the room as though luring Kunikida into agreeing, and adding the fact that you’re being affectionate didn’t help.

“Don’t you think, eight cats are too much? We can keep atleast, one or two, (Name).”

“Come oooooooon, please?”

Needless to say, Kunikida did agree at the end when the seemingly continuous of meowing and your bribing did succeed. He can’t blame you; after all, you had him at meow the first time he met you bribing a cat with a food in your hand.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2023 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

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[ddostoyevskyy]

fanfiction writers rb and say in the tags how many hours the average oneshot/chapter takes you to write! include time spent brainstorming and researching too if you'd like :-)

just trying to spread some awareness about the level of effort and dedication that our craft takes!

#approximately5to10businessdays

[ddostoyevskyy]

BSD MEN!

↳ WITH A LOVER WHO ALWAYS GETS HYPER WHEN THEY CONSUME SWEETS AND/OR COFFEE.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... nothing much, just fluff and can be read as gn!reader. Mori Ougai.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... slight self-indulge because I get all hyper when I drink coffee, mwahahahaha.

BSD MASTERLIST.

𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍; because he can’t handle your hyper ass. Although, you get too affectionates and he loves your sudden kisses on his cheek and the corner of your lips and the random back and side hugs felt lovely — your hyper awareness is just too much for him especially when you’re prancing around too much and playing harmless pranks like a kid or when your sudden mood changes from giggling to laughing into smallest things; it’s cute — you’re so cute, really and in all honesty, but he’s just too worried that you might hurt yourself or jab your thighs on the edge of a table.

Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Sagakuchi Ango, Mori Ougai (ew), Oda Sakunosuke, Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Tachihara Michizō —

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘; as much as how hyper you are when you consume even little sweets or coffee, he’s running around and prancing with you, pinching your cheeks and biting your skin the same way you always do first.

Dazai Osamu, Edogawa Ranpo, Nikolai Gogol —

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒; especially when you’re feeling a bit down or not in a mood; he always have an extra sweets on his pockets, or he’ll make you a coffee to cheer you up. Especially, if you’re easily drained within the end of the day (or not even, just like me), he occasionally holds your hand which quite confuses you, until you found some candy on your palm which makes you smile as you munch down and he’s now contently staring at you with adornment and fascination when your energy charged full.

Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Edgar Allan Poe, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Nakajima Atsushi, Mushitarou Oguri, Suehiro Tetchōu —

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍��𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃; everytime you consume tons of sweets and coffee in just a day where you get all jumpy and enthusiastic, he’s looking at you like you’re some weird creature he calls his lover as he watches you with horrid eyes while you’re going tippy-tappy on walks and you’re clinging, nuzzling and being too sweet with him. But at the end of the day, he secretly enjoys it despite of how much he tried to gently push you  and how he grimace everytime you shower his face with kisses; he enjoys it, actually.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Sigma, Tayama Katai, Saigiku Jōno —

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2023 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

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[ddostoyevskyy]

BSD MEN!

↳ AND WHERE DO THEY LOVE TO HOLD YOU.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... f!reader but can also be read as gn!reader, NSFW, unprotected sex, blowjob, missionary, biting/marking, size kink, slight belly bulge, just some filthy stuff that need to get out of my head.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... 👁️👄👁️✨

BSD MASTERLIST.

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 — he’s a traditional lover; a classic love making — tangling your hands together in a tight clasp as he drove his hips, cock grazing your sweet spot and creating a smallest of a bulge in your stomach that made your mind blank — the pleasure of his cock pounding in your walls is all you can think of, adding the stimulation of both of your arms raise over your head as he holds it with one hand with a tight grip as you can feel the burning sensation of his nails grazing on your sensitive skin as your hips twitch; you know he’s close by the way his hand clasped on your wrists together were trembling and his moans were getting louder and breathier as you clenched around his cock — followed by a few squeezes of your fingers on his and littering his neck with kisses, adding the stimulation of your cunt squeezing his cock, he came with a breathy moan.

Nakajima Atsushi, Kunikida Doppo, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Tachihara Michizō, Fukuzawa Yukichi —

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊, 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 — as his lips hover yours, but not quite touching; teasing you with a smirk on his lips when you seems desperate to kiss him while he fucks you; he loves the fucked out look on your face, though he isn’t any better; his mouth agape, lips swollen and eyebrows furrowed together, his nails graze on your jaw and you can’t look away on his eyes when you’re cumming; eyes rolling back with your mouth fell open as he push his thumb past your lips, sucking on his finger as he followed soon enough with a choked moan.

Nakahara Chuuya, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Dazai Osamu —

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 — as he hooks it on his shoulders, holding your thighs as a leverage to fuck himself deeper and harder as though to chase his impending orgasm that is hurling faster than he expected, his teeth would graze on the expanse of your skin on your inner thighs, creating marks and bites that will surely last longer and will make you not wear skirts the next day; though, that was the point of his marks, he huffed a breath as he was trapped between your thighs, cock ravishing your cunt in a brutal pace as he leaned in to you, the same time your thighs folded over your chest and you whimpered at the sudden stretch of your body folding in half; he had you in a mating press as he cums, your cunt leaking and milking him the same time — his release too powerful that he has no choice but to bite on your inner thigh.

Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Mark Twain —

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 — as you fasten your pace; your jaw slack as your throat restricted when you tried to take as much of his cock on your mouth — his hand tightened around your hair as you whimpered on his harsh grasp and his moans drift on the air when you use your hand to grip on the base where the remaining inches of his cock can’t fit anymore. He’s harshly pushing your hair away from your face, creating a messy ponytail just to take a glimpse of your hooded eyes and swollen lips taking his cock and when he cums — he’s pushing your head down with a grunt as he paints your throat with white thicks of ropes of cum.

Nakahara Chuuya (damn), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Edgar Allan Poe, Edogawa Ranpo —

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2023 ©ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

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[ddostoyevskyy]

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕: The Hell of Mirrors, 𝐈!

Edogawa Ranpo

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... officially f!reader for now on, fluffy with a pinch of angst chapter, heheheheheheheheheheheheheh

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... haven’t updated for a while */cutely gives you this chapter.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 3.823k

SERIES MASTERLIST

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄, 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐕, 𝐕

Why would a man become crazy if he entered a glass globe lined with a mirror? What in the name of the devil had he seen there?

“I have already processed your request of Gifted Business Permit from Gifted Special Operations Division, Mister Fukuzawa. We just have to wait for confirmation and other formal details and you can work as a public servant as an ability user, from then.” Chief Taneda exclaimed, his eyes averting meticulously from Fukuzawa and the two children seated besides him; both a young boy and girl whose had her head gently laying on his shoulder, her eyes blindfolded. He had recognized the silent girl eversince they’ve arrived. The young boy, however, has been staring at him with such emerald, determined eyes, wearing a piece of glasses and a familiar military corps cap.

“That’s good to hear, Chief. I hope, my request will be fulfilled because these children really has a potential. Although, this young lady here needs a little supervision, she’s a soft spoken child.” Fukuzawa replied, sipping on a warm tea as Ranpo reached for the cup of water in front of him as he nudged his shoulder where you have been resting on. You raise your head subsconsciously before you felt the cool touch of the mug on your lips which Ranpo had offered you. You were startled a bit before you took his offer to drink, the water had quenched your thirst as you finished drinking with a satisfied buds before muttering a small sound of gratitude.

“I see. But you know her full potential, right? I just hoped, you can bring out the best for this child, Mister Fukuzawa.” Chief Taneda watched the two children interact without words as Ranpo fed you as you eat what he feed you as you munched those unfamiliar flavours exploding in your taste buds. You feel these bursts of delightful and enjoyment as your stomach feel full too, although these emotions are usually something you feared to feel — it makes you feel warm and giddy.

“Of course. I know parenthood is not an easy task, but if they are really willing to help and save others, I am willing to be a guide and a witness of their success.” You felt a large hand on top of your head as Fukuzawa patted your head as he did to Ranpo which the young boy protested with an adorable pout as he continued to feed you while sulking.

“I’m glad to hear that, Mister Fukuzawa. But as an official too, I would like to take young (Name) to a gifted specialist to be checked further. She has been through a lot of psychological torture that her own ability did to herself. And, as far as I know, she was experimented.” Chief Taneda offered. Your trembling hand found the table as it caused the utensils on the table create a tingling sound on the ears. Your lips trembled as Fukuzawa and Ranpo stared at you in bewilderedment, waiting for your next move.

“I was not experimented. These bruises are the aftermath of overusing my ability. Since I were to use my mind for the Altered Reality, my whole body and nerve are affected. My Reflecting Emotions ability travels on my veins and controls the beat of my heart causing palpilations and an almost heart failure. I am not insane.” Your voice held such authority and with your eyes even covered, the man across you felt a sudden intimidation as he gulped. Well, maybe you are not insane, but your level and capacity of knowledge is not normal for a child without medications or experimentations. Ranpo’s case were different; he can see through truth and deduction, while you, have the power to roam in someone’s mind; to mess with their minds, to apply different memories that has never existed, to manipulate someone’s dreams, to appear in someone’s nightmares. The both of you combined is a dangerous combination to ever exist.

“My apologies if I ever offend you, but that’s not what I meant, Miss (Name). We just have to see what’s your full potential and the Gifted Division is willing to help you.”

“I have no power to refuse because the law won’t follow someone whose underage, but Mister Yukichi is now my guardian, and he’s responsible with the decision of my sake,” You answered as you heave a sigh. You felt a poke on your cheek as you tilted your head to Ranpo’s direction, pursing your lips before shaking your head to tell him you don’t want another bite anymore. You have lost your appetite and the food you ate felt like it was trashing on your stomach, swirling with emotions as you calm yourself for a moment. You place your lips on the mug in your hand again as you drink. “But even though I have my eyes covered, I can sense your heart beat. It sounds pleasing and sincere through the ears. I trust you because you are willing to help Mister Yukichi, but I don’t trust those people in that... Gifted Division.”

Fukuzawa stared at you, ash-grey eyes shining under the fancy lights of the restaurant. This... is such a huge responsibility, especially coming from the responsibility itself. But Fukuzawa is also determined to see your full potential, although you seems skeptical and Ranpo had been avoiding his gaze as he also felt silent at your trembling voice, he knew it was a bad idea to hand you over the Gifted Special Operations Division. If ever, Fukuzawa is willing to be an instrument to see your full potential instead of the officials. Ranpo is aware of what will happen too as he felt your small hand tightened on the hem of his cape as you unintentionally tug and grip. Ranpo can sense your agitation and a little bit of irritation as your thighs which is glued to his own started to bounce in action.

Fukuzawa can sense the distress to the two children besides him as he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “I think, we are already finished here, Chief. Thank you for your help and I expect good news for the pending approval of my business permit. Please, contact me for that matters only. If you’ll excuse us, we have to go,” He stood up as he take his wallet from his pocket, rummaging a few cash before putting it under the utensils available on the table. “Ranpo, (Name), let’s go.”

You shakily sighed as you felt Ranpo’s arm on your shoulder and the back of your knees, hoisting you up on his arms as you leaned your head on his shoulder before you felt him strided, following Fukuzawa shortly after he bowed to the Chief whose left speechless because of you. He never really protested anymore, although he was just in an utter shock in disbelief after they left, maybe it was a good idea not to involve you to the officials anymore.

“I’m sorry about my behavior earlier, Mister Yukichi...” You muttered under your breath as Fukuzawa catches your voice. He shook his head as he sighed. “I just can’t... go back there anymore. I hate hospitals.”

“I understand, (Name). You don’t need to apologize for such small things, alright? What you did earlier is a sign of improvement. You can actually fight for yourself without using your ability, right? So, it’s fine, (Name).” You felt that large hand on your head again, patting and caressing your hair in such manner that made you melt as you shift on Ranpo’s arms.

“Hey, don’t get too comfortable. You’re heavy, you know?” Ranpo murmured with a slight pout.

“Are you tired, Ranpo? I can carry her.”

“No can do! But we can take taxi! Or you can carry me on your back and carry (Name) in your arms at the same time!” Fukuzawa sighed at his behavior, shaking his head before ignoring the child’s suggestions which made the younger’s lips puckered more in annoyance.

“So bored!”

“Where are we going, Mister?”

“Are we there yet?”

“I’m getting sleepy!”

“Hey, you! Are you asleep? Ah! How dare you sleep peacefully in my arms!”

Ranpo pondered more questions to the older man that is left unanswered. Fukuzawa really had no idea where to go tonight and his house which is still quite far away from here.

“Hey, Mister. I was just wondering,” Ranpo’s voice turned serious, a little bit lower from his high-pitched, playful voice earlier as he caught Fukuzawa’s attention. “(Name) seems to have a vocabulary I don’t understand sometimes.”

Fukuzawa stared at the boy whose looking directly on the streets as they both walked in sync. “Don’t worry about it. I, as an adult don’t understand what’s going on in her mind too. She’s a close book. But bringing her with us is not a wrong decision, Ranpo,” The boy fell in silence as he pondered in his mind. Fukuzawa saw a lot of confusion and hesitation in the younger boy’s emerald eyes when his gaze averted to the girl sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“And I don’t regret tagging you along too.”

“Are you making me cry again?” Ranpo retorted.

Fukuzawa’s eyebrow arched in confusion. “...No?”

The boy snorted, holding back laughter as he lift his arms and adjusted the girl’s position on his arms with a sigh.

“Where are we heading? I’m so tired!” Ranpo retorted again as Fukuzawa sighed, pulling the girl out of his grasp without waking her up. Before he could answer the younger one, his phone rings through his pocket. He carries the young girl on one arm as if it’s an infant. His muscles restraint under the sleeve of his yukata as he halted for a moment, making Ranpo leaned on the light post, impatiently with a pout.

“Is this Fukuzawa Yukichi?”

“Yes, speaking,” He answered. “Who is this?”

“I’m... (Name)’s father.”

A frown appeared in Fukuzawa’s expression, furrowed eyebrows and purse lips as every steps he took felt heavy and unrelenting. He breath in as he glance at the two children sitting a little away from the table, yet still visible on his supervision. (Name)’s head on Ranpo’s shoulder as the young boy’s also leaning on top of her head with his mouth slightly agape — tired from strolling too much in Yokohama city as he fiddled with his fingers.

(Name)’s father... what would this man who claimed to be her biological father need from him? Or from his daughter... will he take the young girl away from him? Fukuzawa shook his head — he’s not even her legal guardian, yet the thought of bringing her back to the reason why she became a child with no emotions doesn’t sit right with him.

Everything that happened today doesn’t feel right.

It was as if the Heaven were punishing him for all the mistakes he did — those bloodsheds he sheated, and those failed mission as a private bodyguard and assassination is weighing him down as he remembered that one employee whose as powerful — with a connection to the Port Mafia; where he learned and mastered the art of sword. He never failed, though, he realized he wasn’t really ready for such responsible like this; taking children with him despite his dangerous connections.

He ought to change, although his principles and morals opposed his actions — protecting a mere child is not a solution he thought of. He viewed children as fragile, naive, and carefree. But those two children leaning on each other in a deep slumber begs to differ — both intelligence and emotional capabilities that any normal teens at their age rarely has.

But, they’re still a child after all.

Both craved for a parental guidance and validation a parent should fully give them. Edogawa Ranpo were not deprived of that matter until both of his parents are quick to disappeared from this world before he could have explored the world better with them. (Name) (Last Name), however, were deprived to feel any emotions present in this world, not even a touch of a mother and a genuine love of a father that has been betraying her since birth. Those memories planted on his mind were harsh memories of chemicals and experiments that (Name) believed to be a product of her own ability; in which is arguable, but none of it is a fact.

Though, he can’t really ignore Ranpo’s situation — both of them are very much alike.

“Mister Fukuzawa, right?” A man in a suit appeared right in front of him with a serious expression. The man’s head swivels around the restaurant before his eyes fell on the spot Fukuzawa’s been guarding for a while.

“Yes, you’re not mistaken. Please, tell your concern as much as possible because I have company whose definitely tired right now.” Fukuzawa answered with a monotone, voice deep and a little harsher than usual.

Ranpo’s eyes shot open wide as he quickly glance on his right, blinking his eyes when his vision blurred as he felt a frail arms hooked on his own. His head swivel towards Fukuzawa’s table whose not alone anymore, accompanied by a man in an elegant suit; the same familiar (H/C) locks welcomes his sight, warm and vibrant under the chandelier lights as he huffed an air through his mouth.

No matter what the outcome of the adults’ conversation will be, Ranpo knew this will be your last straw. His fingers ghostly wrapping around your own as you shift in your slumber, unconsciously tightening your grip on his warm hands. No matter how Ranpo thinks of countless solutions, it will never change; a child’s power in this cruel world, no matter how intelligent they are — without a mother and father — will only fall apart.

Especially, how your father is definitely one of most powerful man with authority, given by how he suddenly looked so intimidating and domineering as he intently stare at Fukuzawa.

This man... will definitely won’t hesitate to use law against Fukuzawa.

“Edogawa...san?” He heard you murmured, voice gentle as he looked down at you, “What‘s bothering you?”

“The fact that you're sleeping peacefully while I can't feel my shoulders by now.” Ranpo huffed with a pout, all in while masking his concern to the current situation as he could feel the tension going on a certain table.

“Huh...?” You shifted a little when you realized, cheeks heating up for unknown reasons you can’t identify as you realized your finger were intertwined. “Sorry.”

Fukuzawa’s silver eyes averted to them as he met Ranpo’s before the younger one nudge his head to the side, a signal in which, Fukuzawa doesn’t seem to catch on. He averted his gaze to the man in front of him who claimed himself your father, yet you seemed to give a single care when you kept yourself close to Ranpo despite the embarrassment that you felt earlier.

“Hey, (Name),” Ranpo whispered as he glanced through the entrance and exit of the restaurant for a sign of bodyguards or men in suit standing outside for any future casualties. He grabbed your wrist with a firm grip, warm fingertips engulfing your cold ones. “If you were to choose, will you go back to your old life with your father?”

He felt your whole body halt with his question, your relaxed arm became tense in his grip as your mouth fell open in disbelief. Your mind surges with thoughts swirling in your mind — the thought of Fukuzawa and Ranpo bringing you back to your biological father’s den like a rabbit on a lion’s cage dominated your thoughts as you flinched when Ranpo tugged you back to reality. He pursed his lips when he saw how your lips trembled and threatening to scream.

You yanked your wrist away from him, causing you to stumble to your feet as you scrambled, losing balance. A shriek escapes your lips as a glass breaking sound resonates in your ears; you fell down in a pile of broken glass underneath as you hissed.

“(Name)!” You could hear the faux concern lacing on his voice as you gritted your teeth. What is that all about?! Is Ranpo plotting something? You figured by how you could identify his mischievousness by his voice. “Are you alright?!”

You scrunched your nose in process when he kept his voice that way.

“Hey, Sir! She’s blind, can’t you see? We need to bring her to the hospital.”

Fukuzawa finally realized the look Ranpo gave him earlier.

You kissed your teeth together as you grabbed into Ranpo’s dark cape, tugging him to help you up in hurry. You felt some of the broken glass had prickled in the sheer skin of your flesh — realizing how incredibly thin the fabric of your longsleeve dress that stops below knee.

One thing Ranpo noticed about your attitude is your lack of patience in everything.

Fukuzawa watched when a huddle of people crowded the two children as he pursed his lips.

“What happened? (Name)? (Name)!” (L/N) had tried to call his daughter’s name, that to his dismay, had already disappeared from the midst of the crowds. Fukuzawa’s eyes averted to the door exit as he saw Ranpo scurries out of the restaurant carrying (Name) on his back. He mentally facepalmed.

He‘s definitely going to give Ranpo a good scolding later.

“Edogawa-san!” You yelled his name — the very first time he heard you ever raised your voice as your arm wrapped around his neck for support, the other one were clutching on his black locks in annoyance, his dark tresses surprisingly soft while his cap sat securily on top of your head instead. “Slow down! What’s the rush for?!”

Your voice were high-pitched, almost breathless even though you were not the one running and carrying another weight on your back as he huffed a breath. There’s no reply on his end as you shrieked when he run a little faster, your hand toppled on his hair were instantly removed when you felt his hat almost falling off your head; he warned you not to lose it or he’s gonna drop you off of his back.

You huffed as the cold breeze of air hits your supple skin that was exposed, the small cuts on your skin due to the broken glass aches a little, but you can manage. You have no idea what’s this boy running from, but you could definitely feel the adrenaline rush on his veins.

“Sorry for asking you that question earlier. I know you would react that way and I have to put on a show to distract them.” Ranpo’s fevered and out of breath words reached your ears despite the wind harshly blowing in your direction because of his speed. You never thought he could run this fast like this, though maybe it was just you and your unathletic stamina.

But, can’t he tell you what’s really happening atleast?!

“Edogawa-san, where are we going?” You asked, out of breath, despite him carrying you, you could feel his exhaustion runs wildly on his body, the exposed skin of his neck forming sweat as it trickles where your arms are hooked for support.

Ranpo doesn’t answer, roaming his opened eyes around as he abruptly stopped when he realized his surroundings; dark and empty with not even a single soul or human in the streets, the flickering lights of lamppost made it more darker and eerie. He could only hear his own breathing, two heartbeats, and the soft breaths from you near his ears that made his skin and flesh tremble.

You didn’t say a word too; the defeaning silence pierce both of your ears as you grip on Ranpo’s uniform, creasing the fabric in your fist. You could feel the hesitation and fear run his whole system.

(Name), what are you doing?

Ranpo pondered in his head as he stepped back a few times before turning around completely, walking back where he ran earlier just to confirm something. He was quiet and so are you — completey and engulfed in a silence that if he ever make noises, he might as well die. Ranpo can’t go back now — not when Fukuzawa is really eager to take you with them; to change your life into a better one like he did to Ranpo. Though, it seems like the scarf in your eyes wouldn’t make any changes to you.

Ranpo stopped on his tracks again as he vaugely realized; he’s been walking on the same path — the buildings and infrastructures never changed as the flickering lamppost he saw earlier never changed as though playing games and surging him on to be completely insane.

“Edogawa-san,” You called out his name as his ears rang, his breath rigid when your voice falters in a quiet hymn, as if lullabying him into sleep, luring him into slumber until he falls asleep — yet he fought the urge to fell in the tips of your fingers, or to sleep at the melody of your voice as though he will be laying on a bed of roses forgetting its thorns that will pierce in his body.

Are you playing with him? Is this part or your insanity? Your mercy? Is this the part where he’ll regret everything he did to save you away from the grasp of the man who you called father who did nothing but to make you suffer enough in the liue of chemicals and the artificiality of your veins that made your mind sharper but crazier. He vaugely knew everything, though your intuitions and intentions were still unknown to him, atleast he knew what your condition as he could be any help.

“Do you see a hospital building?”

Ranpo swivel his head around as he faced a building painted in white walls as he mindlessly nodded.

“You wanna know the real me, right?” Your voice falters yet again as you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face on the crook of his shoulder as you sighed. “I’d like to make you see everything of me within my ability. I’d like you to understand why I’m doing this. Our physical bodies were unconscious right now, this only place within the consciousness of our minds. You cannot be seen, therefore you can explore.”

And, as if in a flick of fingers, Ranpo is now inside the building — a room with white walls and bright light that blinds him as he stills, emerald eyes widening as he stared of what‘s in front of him.

You and mirrors.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2023 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

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[ddostoyevskyy]

Armed Detective Agency!

↳ 𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄... ❝a person who is attracted, whether it be sexually, romantically, or otherwise, to intelligence or intelligent people rather than to the physical appearance...❞

↪feat. Nakajima Atsushi, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Edogawa Ranpo.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... nothing much, lmk if there’s one.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... did this with genshin men, now with BSD characters who I think will want someone whose smart:3

MASTERLIST

⌦ NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI

↪Let’s start with this cutie. 🤌🏻

↪Honestly, Atsushi can be both attracted to physical appearance and intelligence. Although, if you were already incredibly smart, your looks are a plus point for him.

↪Intelligence doesn’t usually required for someone to be academically smart. If you are a street smart and can process quickly in a danger or a situation you know will be dangerous for you and for Atsushi, especially when Port Mafia is after him too, you could make such great partners for each other;

↪Intelligence and Strength, I mean.

↪He’s definitely one for intelligence and an emotional and sympathetic intelligent you is definitely something what he craved for; you understand his trauma, you comfort him without making him feel uncomfortable, you can definitely know if he’s not feeling well — or he’s hesitant to reach out to you over small things he’s insecure or something too personal.

↪You understand his emotions too well. And, if you are academically smart too — he would ask you for things he can’t understand when it comes to important files for the Agency, or when you gave him an educational book; he would ask you constantly from time to time as you were glad to teach him.

⌦ DAZAI OSAMU

↪I have no words.

↪This man is manipulatively intelligent and he can predict anything beforehand and someone who can possibly match his level of cunningness and mischief can definitely make him attracted to that person. Dazai can also be portrayed as a street smart man as how fast his capable of thinking and calculating, when things get out of hand; he always have different plan options.

↪If you definitely know how psychology works, and tries to use this to this man, he’ll go insane for that. Imagine him putting you in a sudden risky situation where he’s pushing you to death (but he also has a plan to prevent that), and you oppose his plans of using you in a bait — he was caught off guard by how fast your thoughts process and he’s ended up speechless after that.

↪Since, you love reading books — especially academical books; and if you are an anatomy, physics and psychological books, he’s definitely interested with that habit of yours. You can definitely read his tactics and how his mind works and having a someone with a brilliant mind made him want to take you here and there.

↪He’s actually reluctant if you were just really smart to figure everything on his mind or you are just straight up manipulator and mind reader (who knows).

⌦ KUNIKIDA DOPPO

↪This man right here, is undoubtedly attracted to intelligence.

↪Maybe, he had it written on his notebook too.

↪Just like Atsushi, I think him liking someone whose smart and can act quickly to get out of dangerous situations is really attractive for him. Especially when you don’t have any notebook or some sort of schedules on hand to do; you were just mentally organized, you can do things accordingly without any disturbance on your end (mainly Dazai).

↪Though, it was deduct minus point if you’re politically smart or someone whose really good at trades and negotiates — unless you will use that knowledge on behalf of everyone’s sake, maybe he’ll consider the fact that you’re smarter to that field he hates the most.

⌦ RANPO EDOGAWA

↪No words needed. This man DESPISES anything common sense and dumb thinking, let’s face it.

↪He always took pride of his knowledge and deductions and the meaning of obvious to him is solvingmurdercrimeswithjuststaringatthecorpsebodyorwhatsoevershitthatevengraduatedpeoplecan’tfigureoutwithonelook type of intelligence.

↪He’s been able to see through anyone and everything that existing in the world despite with his eyes closed. So, a partner whose par with his knowledge in crimes and deduction will surely crumbles his confidence a little.

↪Though, it doesn’t really matter — he’ll definitely be the type to be attracted to someone with intelligence or academically smart; those who love solving math problems (like how he solve crimes) or anything that includes solving and deducting.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2023 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

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[ddostoyevskyy]

LOVING THE MOON

ALTERNATIVE TITLE: WHEN THE NIGHT APPEARS

Dazai Osamu

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... f!reader, suicide ideation, PM!reader, PM!Dazai, major character death, written in 1st person's point of view (use of I and me), romanticization of suicide, sensitive topics, reader is described long haired for plot purposes.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... I feel worse, so I have to write it off. A short drabble. I'm sorry if this is nowhere near Dazai's character, I just need to get this out of my system before I kms. Don’t hesitate to request, my request box is always open:)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 2.124k

MASTERLIST.

There is a boy I have watched from afar. A boy with brown, curly hair and dark eyes. I watched him through the shadows where I'm certain he can never see me through those bandages wrapped around his head, covering one of his vision. He's ruthless with his subordinates; despite his slender figure yet broad shoulders that was draped by his dark coat and set of bandages covering his arms where his longsleeve, white button-up shows — he can throw a hell of a punch and kicks.

Mori Ougai, as I remembered my boss' name assigned me to watch over his youngest executive in the darkness where I am always out of reach; my ability were as black as my clothes and the dark circles around my eyes because of the sleepless nights with countless nightmares and horrors of screams are always haunting me to sleep. Mori Ougai told me to be aware as the boy I've been watching from afar became more fearless and formidable.

And, I always told to myself that someone as strong as him is not fitted for the Port Mafia. He can be something more. His strength and capability of surviving in the middle of fights and gunfires are admirable, that I know I cannot do life like him nor survive in such thing called life. I watched him through the darkness where it looks like he is the light; the form of strength and beauty at the same time despite clouding with grey clouds that never rains.

I have heard of his ability and I think he can help me tame those beasts in my nightmares.

But, I think he could only murder me in my sleep if I dare to.

He looks so out of reach despite being near in sight.

Moon.

That's what he reminds me of.

My whole world stayed still, heart pacing in such waves of emotions when one day, his dark eyes averted to the darkness where I've always been for the past four years since he and I were fifteen. My breath caught on my throat, but I held back my voice. His brown eyes held little to no emotion, but I could see a hint of confusion and amusement.

He saw me.

For the first time in my life, someone saw me despite hidden in the dark —hidden in the depths of my ability.

My silent gasp surely had reach his ears by the way he’s now intently looking at me without blinking, a slight smirk mused on his lips. “What do we have here? Are you real? I’m not hallucinating that there’s a pretty woman staring back at me, am I?”

The men in black glances at him with furrowed eyebrows as they averted their gazes to where the dark haired man staring at. That’s impossible, did he really saw me? Or maybe he’s really just hallucinating the way he called me... pretty. Nevertheless, I bit back my voice and stayed silent in the darkness of my ability, but his dark eyes never left me the whole time process of their assigned mission.

“Dazai?” A man’s voice appeared, Oda Sakunosuke, a Port Mafia member who never shot any bullet from his gun, a man with morals. His hair is dark maroon while his eyes are in a shade of sky blue with a stubble face. “Where are you looking at?”

He pointed in my direction as I stayed quiet. “Do we have a new Port Mafia member?”

Oda’s eyebrow furrowed, “None that I know. Why?”

“Is there any ability user who use shadows?”

“There’s one, I think the boss has been keeping and another high ranked like you, but I don’t really know any details. I was told this upper rank is only active at night.” Oda answered as he stared where Dazai has been looking too and I internally screamed. Did that man noticed me too? I’ve been hiding and watching him for four years, and now, he have taken notice of my presence.

“Do you see her? There,” Dazai pointed on my direction again as I shifted on my position, the darkness following me whenever I move, whenever I go and even in my sleep as they appear in my dreams. “She’s moving away, Odasaku! Let’s catch her.”

Shit! I hissed under my breath. Mori Ougai told me that if this man ever notice my presence, I should never face him.

But just like the moonlight shining through the darkness of the night, I can’t escape its light even if I hide through its own darkness; through its own shadows.

My breath were caught when a surprisingly warm hand despite his cold demeanor had caught my wrist as I abruptly stopped when a green dust of light appeared before my eyes and all those darkness I’ve been hiding from disappeared, the coldness I’ve felt for almost my whole life momentarily fading.

“See, I told you, Odasaku! I’m not hallucinating!” He said, enthusiastically and I frowned, a shaky sigh escapes my lips as I kept my head lowered while his fingers wrapped around my wrist in a firm grip. It was so warm as though soaked in a summer sun with an evident of rough fingertips that sent tingling jolts on my spine. Warm, that is only the thing on my mind.

Why don’t night can’t feel like this? Like the touch of his hand; like the sudden momentarily sparks of euphoria in my system. Night always feels cold and scary and I can’t enjoy the dose of the daylight because I’m always hiding in the dark. It burns in my skin as if my flesh is on flame as he tugged me near the sunlight as I hissed.

My eyes averted to the man with maroon hair as he stared back at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“(Name)?” My name escapes his lips and I pursed mine.

“You know her? (Name)?”

“I thought you were dead, (Name).” Dazai momentarily let go of my wrist, yet I felt him tug on the hem of my dark coat’s sleeve as Oda stepped closer to me. I have known him, Oda Sakunosuke. He’s also the reason why I am not eaten properly by my own ability and now he had found me once again.

“I thought so too... Sakunosuke.” My voice came off as whisper.

“You look worse than the last time I saw you,” He retorted and my lips formed in a small pout. He didn’t have to tell me the obvious, but I feel warmer than I expected as he put a hand on top of my head before softly patting. “But I’m glad, you’re alright.”

My lips softly parted as I breathed. He sounds like a father scolding his daughter now, and I don’t blame him for that.

I was too drawn to the moon that I never realized I finally liking the night.

Oda managed to pull me out of the darkness again with the help of him; the man who made me love the moon again. I can’t help but to appreciate such short time Dazai Osamu and I known each other — even though, I’ve known him for years, there’s nothing to compare to when he’s already been aware of my presence even in darkness. I viewed him as the moon — shining so bright in the dark, despite his dark eyes. Or maybe I’m just too lonely that I seek his warmth that he made me feel in just a touch of a hand.

I am addicted to the moon and its scent.

The sparkles of the moon in the dark sky is something I never adored. But this moment when Dazai and I coincidentally met on the rooftop of the Port Mafia’s headquarters. His scent alcohol mixed with cigarettes, both sending tingling sensation on my sense of smell.

“The boss told me I could find you here,” He leaned on the railings with both of his arms folded as I am seated at the edge of railings. “Penny for thoughts of a pretty lady?”

A random thought came across in my mind as I glance at him, his dark eyes already looking at me. Despite its hollow and emptiness, it sparkles under the bright full moon and it made my heart flutter as my gaze softened, my lips parting slowly as I licked my lips before I raise my arm, letting go one of my will to live as my other hand gripping the railings.

I finally caressed the moon.

My hand planted on his dark hair that was surprisingly soft in my fingertips. I could feel him halt on my touch as I grab a few strands of his hair covering his face.

“I want to cut my hair this short and I want to buy a pretty white dress, so I will look beautiful when I die.”

The moon is also looking back at me.

He turned completely silent as he stared at me, examining my face as his gaze hovers on my lips before his brown eyes came back to mine. He let me caress his hair as I brush it away from his handsome face.

“You’re drown to death too?” He muttered, voice basking with the wind as though caressing me in such a gentle manner — but there’s no gentle in his manners, nor mercy with his beauty caressed by the moon.

“Maybe,” I answered with honestly. “My life has been slipping away eversince Mister Mori asked me to watch over you. I have been stucked in my ability which conquers me to the darkness for all my life.”

The moon smiles at me.

Although, not a heartwarming smile, he gave me a smile that made my heart shivered.

“How do I look?” He grinned and my heart can’t do it anymore.

I called the moon pretty.

“Pretty.” I mindlessly said as his grin fade a little, his reaction really caught off guard but his smile came back again as he shook his head.

“Someone had called me bastard and stupid, but I never thought I will encounter someone who’ll call me something unexpected.” He marveled at the way my face flushed in shade of embarrassment as I pull my hand away from caressing his hair.

“(Name), if I give you a reason to live, will you take it and live with me?”

The moon gave me a reason to live.

My eyes darted on him, almost a glare with furrowed eyebrows as he anticipated my answer, but I fell silent like my sleepless night without my horrors of screams as though my nightmares are already calm, the waves of my emotions are already tamed; that I am no longer in the dark. He grabbed my wrist like he did when he had nullified my ability of darkness — tonight, he grabbed my wrist to pull me away from death.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

The only thing I could muster to say to the moon as it stared back at me with those dark eyes that held emotion I didn’t understand at first. But, when I realized it after he left — after a friend had died, I hid with the darkness again where I belonged before he pulled me into the light of his own darkness.

The moon brought light to me as it also push me to the pit of darkness again, darkness I called warmth as he gazed at me.

He made me love the moon; the moon that he is — illuminating and dominating against those multiple stars that I never noticed until my heart chose to. If that what makes him the moon, I can be the stars — shining in the dark sky and blinded in the moonlight. Both planets and orbits lined up in the universe and in the middle of it, there’s the moon that gave me the reason to live. I realized how much of an impact he emotionally gave me unconsciously.

The day he left, the day I appreciated the full moon; the moon that resembles Dazai Osamu — the mysterious man who made me leave the dark I am used to. And, the day he left, he brought my heart with him.

My moon.

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