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pillow-princess-diaries · 6 months

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𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒! 𝚇 𝙰𝙵𝙰𝙱!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛...

Scenario: your lovely and charming boyfriend has a dark secret; but you’re chill with it~

Pairing: Serial Killer! Dazai X AFAB! Reader

Genre: Smut

Type: scenario in hc format

W/C: 1.07k (i think😭)

T/W: murder (kinda obvious 🥲),slight yandere-like behavior mentioned,kinda public sex (they fuck in a warehouse),gunplay,blowjob,cum eating,cockwarming,dirty talk, a little bit of degradation (slut,degenerate) a little bit of bein in a mating press,aftercare☺️ (please lmk if i missed anything!🙏)

A/N: hey yall!! Inspiration finally hit me and voila! Hope yall like it and see ya in the next one!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DON'T FOLLOW, YOU'LL BE BLOCKED!

Serial Killer Dazai! Who comes off so lovely sweet and nice! Your parents,friends,EVERYONE LOVE HIM!

Serial Killer Dazai! Who gets borderline yandere like for you.he loves you and he needss to keep you safe,especially from people like him.but most importantly he needs you to not leave because he needs at least one good thing in his life dammit!

Serial Killer Dazai! Who suddenly gets awkward around you…he’s hiding something and you know he’s good at that…the fact that he’s letting you notice is a sign he wants you to ask him what it is

Serial Killer Dazai! who tells you what he is and what he does,he has (crocodile)tears in his eyes as he tells you, hes so scared you’ll leave him! (No he’s not~he knows you cant leave not while he’s in charge)

Serial Killer Dazai! who’s genuinely surprised when you kiss his tears away,telling him it’s okay and you dont mind. Hes so stunned! And definitely loves that you’re just as fucked up as he is.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who asks you if you wanna come out ‘hunting’ with him.even lets you pick the victim sometimes!!!

Serial Killer Dazai! Who sets up a seat and makeshift stage for you to watch your show.it’s in an old warehouse so no one will even disturb you~

Serial Killer Dazai! who absolutely dements his victims,the look of fascination and curiosity on your face fueling his sadistic behavior.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who notices you shift uncomfortably in your seat,your thighs clamping together and rubbing oh so subtly.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who gets hard at the sight and quickly finishes the kill to get back to you~

Serial Killer Dazai! Who gets his bloody gun,and cleaning it before he stores it for future use;who unbuckles his pants as he makes his way to you.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who hovers above your seated form, his clothed erection at your eye level.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who kneels before you and carasses your cheek saying, “shh bella…relax…ill take care of you~” before kissing you passionately. His skilled tongue exploring the expanse of your mouth.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who pulls aways for air,a single thread of saliva connecting the two of you.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who puts his thumb in your mouth for to suck. you do and his fingers taste vaguely metallic from holding the gun.

Serial Killer Dazai! who cant help but snap a quick picture of you before pulling out his finger and licking it before ordering you to get up,taking your seat and pulling out his pistol. He undoes his pants and underwear ,his cock springing free,precum already leaking from its tip.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who cocks the gun and smirks when you instantly get to your knees and pump his erection before blowing him.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who relishes in the feeling of your mouth around his length ,he holds the loaded gun to your head,the gasp of fear sending a pleasant vibration along his cock, “do me well bella,maybe ill let you cum tonight~”

Serial Killer Dazai! who ,feeling his first release coming on, hold your head down and thrusts up lightly, making you gag, before cumming down your throat.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who makes you swallow every last drop,the idea if his release filling you up in more ways than one driving him insane. “You’re such a fuxking slut for me arent you?you fuxking degenerate” he moans as he sees you swallow.

Serial Killer Dazai! who instructs you to sit on his dick and ride him.who puts the gun in your mouth,ordering you to suck it as you cockwarm. His occasional thrusts causing you to gag on the metallic weapon.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who isnt satisfied and picks you up by the ass (his cock still buried in your cunt) and pins you against a wall.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who brings your legs up around his waist and begins to relentlessly pound into you. In and out so fast its making you go cross-eyed! (He loves the sight~)

Serial Killer Dazai! who begins to work your neglected clit with the tip of his gun. The cold metal sending shivers from your pussy all through your body.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who locks you in a mating press,you jolt against the wall and your pretty moans resonate all through the empty warehouse.

Serial Killer Dazai! who brings your attention to the body right behind you both. He leans in close saying, “did ya enjoy that one bella? Did you see the fear in his eyes? Did it make you wet?” (All rhetorical questions of course)

Serial Killer Dazai! Who’s voice lowers, becoming gentler,raspier as he says,“did i do good? Did you…like it? Did i make you proud?” This wasnt the man who’d been killing a random accountant from the bar moments ago…no. It was him in his most vulnerable form,a child seeking to do good.to be the best

Serial Killer Dazai! Whose eyes darken the moment you nod, and just like that he was back to his usual self,he thrust back into you, “Good.now cum for me you little slut🖤” he says,kissing you passionately, an oddly love filled gesture in a rather lustful scenario.

Serial Killer Dazai! who moans your name as you cum around his cock,he reaches his climax not long after and the feeling gets him moaning even louder.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who lets you down and pulls your panties back up,your cum-stuffed hole still leaking from both of your releases.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who casually makes you rest back on the chair as he drenches the body in gasoline before promptly dropping a lit match into it.he steps back, and admires his handiwork before turning back to you and askin if you’re okay.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who carries you back to his car and drives u both home.who gives you a lovely bath to wash off the blood,cum and dirt (you come out of it with a few more hickeys than you went in with, but its fineeee)

And finally, Serial Killer Dazai! Who gets into his paw patrol pjs before cuddling up to you and holding you close. He’s forever greatful for you and will never stop thanking the stars for blessing him with an absolute angel.

Tag list(open):- @diagonal-queen @sapphic-serenade

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fancyfeathers · 6 months

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Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Eleven

A Detective in Training

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

“To think I’d receive a challenge from the Guild.” Ranpo said as him, Dr. Yosano, and you walked down the hall to the meeting spot the Guild gave you. You were dragged along on this mission due to Ranpo’s fascination with your father. “Hopefully this will stave off my boredom for a bit.”

“Feels like a trap to me.” Dr. Yosano said, looking over the invitation. “Right (Name)?”

“Well agreed.” You said in response to her question. In front of you of there was a door with a riddle attached along with a place to answer. You let both of the detectives look it over as you stayed behind the two of them.

“Looks like he wants you to fill in the correct answers.” Dr. Yosano said, looking the paper over. “Afraid I can’t help ya there.”

Ranpo only giggled and took out a pair of glasses from his coat. “Wouldn’t happen to have a pen on you by any chance?”

“Oh I think I do.” You said reaching into your coat pockets and feeling around for one. Once you found it you handed it to him and giggled. “Here you go Mr. Detective.”

“Thank you my assistant.”

“Assistant? Last time I checked we worked for two different organizations.” You questioned to his reply as he turned to answer the question.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll join the Armed Detective Agency after everything with the Guild.” He answered as he shaded in a box.

“I doubt that.” You shoved you hands in your pocket as you thought. You weren’t a fan of a few members of the Armed Detective Agency, Dazai for sure and maybe even Fukuzawa. Plus your place was in the Society and you couldn’t bare the thought of leaving them before your goal was achieved.

You watched in silence as Ranpo answered the question and then swung open the door to the room ahead of you. It was an office it seemed, pretty plan in total honesty. At the desk sat a man, dark brown hair that covered his eyes, a interesting suit, something you would expect more of the society than the guild, and a raccoon, yes a raccoon sat on his shoulder. The man was writing in a book when you all came in, he looked up to you all with a smile.

“Are you the mastermind who issued a challenge against me?” Ranpo asked as he closed the door behind you all.

You heard the man chuckle at Ranpo’s question. “It’s been a long time, Ranpo. Were you able to solve the riddle I left you at the entrance?” Ranpo held it up for the man to see and the man’s smile widened. “Of course I’d expect nothing less from you, my worthy adversary.” You watched as the man’s eyes drifted to you, the only person not from the detective agency. “Ahh and it seems you brought a society member as well.”

You stepped behind Ranpo and Dr. Yosano. “I’m not important here or anything, I sorta just got dragged along.”

“I believe I earned myself a question.” Ranpo reached up and took off his glasses. “Who are you again?”

“Huh?” The man exclaimed in shock. “You don’t remember me?” The reason I joined the Guild in the first place is so I could redeem myself against you. I am Poe! For the last six grueling years of my life I have endured the crushing shame of being bested by the likes of-“

“Mhm, can you speed this up please, you’re boring me to sleep.” Ranpo cut him off that earned an amused chuckle from you and a gasp of shock from Poe.

“I’m setting up the backstory here!” Poe yelled before taking a deep breath in and calming himself down. “This is a game between detectives, you read the mystery novel I’ve written and use your skills to determine the identity of the serial killer.”

“You’re already loosing points, you can’t even decide if you’re a detective or a writer.” Ranpo walks forward, closer to Poe’s desk. “I mean don’t get me wrong, (Name) over here can’t decide if she’s a revolutionary or a detective either.”

“Excuse you!” You exclaimed, in shock at Ranpo’s bold statement. “Just because my father was a detective doesn’t mean I am.”

“Ooo, the plot thickens.” Poe said, glancing at you with a smile that you merely rolled your eyes at. “If you can solve my mystery, I will reveal to you the Guild’s weakness. The floating fortress that is the Moby Dick will stand no chance against your assault.”

Your attention was grabbed once more as he said this, but you had to snap yourself out of this. No, no, this wasn’t your fight, Miss Jane settled the society’s score with the Guild, you couldn’t undo her sacrifice.

“Mkay now you’ve earned a point, but why dull out a silly challenge in the first place?” Ranpo asked, stepping even closer to the desk.

“The Guild’s operations are barbaric and unbelievably dull.” You could agree with that statement from Poe. “There is only one thing humanity ought to have a curiosity about and that’s your ability, ultra deduction. Am I wrong?”

You leaned over to Dr. Yosano and whispered . “His ability?”

Yosano smiled and shook her head. “He doesn’t really have an ability, he is just super smart, but he thinks he does have an ability.”

“I see…” You hummed in thought as you continued to watch the pair talk.

You watched Ranpo snatch up the book with a wide smile. “Let’s do this!”

Ranpo sat down in the chair across the desk from Poe and opened up the book and Dr. Yosano came and stood over his shoulder to read as well, but you stood off to the side, not willing to get involved with a fight that wasn’t yours.

“Not going to take a peak?” Poe asked, looking towards you who stood off to the side.

“Not this time around no, the society’s score with you all has been settled.”

“I see…” Poe responded before looking back at Ranpo and Yosano. “Allow me to set the scene of the story. Once upon a time, a group of travelers found themselves trapped in a mansion as a result of a fearsome snowstorm. On this dark and stormy night our protagonist is awaken by a strange sound. The protagonist opened the door with a key only he possessed and what he found there was a victim, the windows were sealed making it impossible for someone to entered or left in such a manner, two doors and a matching key.”

Suddenly you watched as the book began to glow and Ranpo and Dr. Yosano turned to dust as they were sucked into the pages. You watched in horro and shock as this all unfolded before you. “W-what on earth?”

“Bear witness to my gift! The ability to draw the reader into the world of a novel!” The book crashed to the ground and Ranpo and Yosano were gone, leaving only you and Poe in the room, well and the raccoon. You were in a state of complete shock as you stared at the book then back to to Poe. He only smiled and waved you to come closer. “Please sit down, no reason to be so stiff and stand, you are my guest after all.”

You nervously walked to the chair and sat down. Your eyes darted around the room, there was really nothing to look at besides the desk, Poe, and the book, but you weren’t even gonna touch that thing after what you just saw. “I really shouldn’t be here. If Dr. Stevenson found out I came after what happened I will be in a lot of trouble.”

“I highly doubt that the Guild will trust me again after this.” Poe said with a sigh, his eyes looking down at the book, the pages flipping on their own. “So consider my lips sealed.”

“Thank you then, Poe.” You looked down at the book on the floor. “So how long will it take for them to solve?”

A smile came across his face. “They won’t.”

Your eyes widened in shock as he said this. “W-what?”

“Not even Ranpo will be able to solve this mystery. It’s a remarkably unusual puzzle that I have written specifically for Ranpo. Once you’re in the book it’s all but over, you’ll never figure out who the killer is or how they did it.” His eyes were stuck to the book as he spoke. “This is no mere challenge, this is revenge. Unlike him I will never forget they day he defeated me in a battle of wits. I was so throughly humiliated I could barely look anyone in the eye. I felt like was lost in a dark maze but I found a reason to press on and that was to seek the same praise and adulation that he did. Maybe then I could obtain the peace of mind I craved or find the one who was meant for me, that warmth will belong to me.”

You just sat there while he monologued. “Okay… I don’t really see how any of this is my problem. But I would be interested in hearing that introduction you gave Ranpo again.”

“Certainly, my dear.” He smiled and nodded. “Once upon a time, a group of travelers found themselves trapped in a mansion as a result of a fearsome snowstorm. On this dark and stormy night our protagonist is awaken by a strange sound. The protagonist opened the door with a key only he possessed and what he found there was a victim, the windows were sealed making it impossible for someone to entered or left in such a manner, two doors and a matching key on the victim.”

You sat and contemplated the riddle as he spoke, trying to peace it together. Locked room. Matching keys. Why would the protagonist have the key if the door was locked at the caretaker have the key. Whoever would have the matching key would be the murderer… then it snapped. “The protagonist would be the murderer then.”

Poe was taken aback by this a look of shock worn across his face. “H-how did you… how did you solve my mystery with just that?”

“Simple, you said the room was locked and the only other key that could unlock the room was on the victim. So whoever had the other key, the protagonist, would be the murderer.” You shrugged, tucking your hands into your coat pocket, you smiled. Maybe you were like your father after all. “It would be tough for most people I presume but I guess I got a few things from my old man.”

“Your father? Ranpo mentioned him to be a detective.” Poe questioned, walking over to stand in front of the desk. “Who was he?”

“Arthur Conan Doyle, other wise known as Sherlock Holmes.” You answered and a flabbergasted expression came across Poe’s face. “I never really knew him though, he disappeared so my aunt and uncle raised me here in Yokohama.”

“That’s… that’s incredible.” He responded, still in shock.

You smiled and laughed to yourself. “Who knows, maybe I am suited for this detective work after all.”

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After awhile of waiting for Dr. Yosano and Ranpo, you found yourself drifting off. You didn’t sleep well last night after what Gaston told you about Fyodor, nightmares, waking up in the night, trouble falling back asleep and so on. Poe understood and allowed you sleep, ceasing his questions to you about your history and background on where your deductive abilities may have come from.

So you slowly found yourself falling asleep and there in your dreams you found a place you never have been to before but you have seen, it was your father’s office back in London. You saw your father, laying out papers and files on the ground, it almost looked like a mad man’s mess but it some how made sense to you, it was his evidence and leads. In his arms you saw a little bundled up baby, you. You were seeing this like a ghost. Your father stared down at the evidence before him and hummed, kissing baby you on the forehead. “Do you know what to make of this, (Name)?”

From you he only got baby babble and tug on his brown curls in response. He laughed and set you in your cradle that was next to the window in the office. “Well my little assistant, that is a very good deduction. You’ve been working so hard, that it’s time for a nap.”

He sat you down and went over to his desk chair and sat down. You walked over and looked over his shoulder, more evidence, leads, and letters as well. You saw an address, 221b Baker Street, London. Was that his home? Before you could process anything, your father looked over his shoulder… at you and smiled. “Oh my (Name), how you have grown.”

“…father.”

He smiled and nodded. “Come and find me, (Name).”

You awoke with a start, back in Poe’s office. Yosano and Ranpo were back. You woke up with a gasp and shoved off Poe’s coat that he had given you, while you were asleep, you just looked so cold that he had to. You stood up and everyone turned to you. Dr. Yosano walked up to you while you gasped for breath. “(Name) are you alright?”

You shook your head and looked at Poe, still in shock from your dream, you’re kind running a million miles per hour. “Pen, I need a pen and paper.”

“O-of course, one moment.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a pen and a blank sheet of paper for you and you quickly scribbled the address down. Everyone looked over your shoulder as you did.

“221b Baker Street, London? What does that mean?” Ranpo asked as you folded the paper and tucked it away.

“It means, maybe I am meant to be a detective after all.” You finally caught your breath and smiled. “It means my father is alive.”

#yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bsd #original character x reader #bungou stray dogs oc #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere dazai #yandere chuuya #yandere mark twain #yandere mori ougai #yandere Fukuzawa #Yandere Edgar Allan Poe #Yandere John Steinbeck #yandere fyodor

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jxbsbokuto · 2 years

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𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐒

things that are currently in the drafts!

𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒

something nice to remember | hinata shoyo

i 'lowe’ you | hinata shoyo

everything I'm working on/finished! I often forget stuff I was writing because I get carried away with new ideas so maybe this will help me organize myself lol

♬ ONESHOTS

dilf!kuroo x college student!reader ↦ helping his lost kid find him

doctor!reader x spy!bokuto ↦ spy!au, slow burn, angsty with happy ending

routine | miya osamu ↦ fake dating au, falling in love, misunderstandings, angst with a happy ending

something nice to remember | hinata shoyou ↦ prom au, confessions

brasil!hinata x reader ↦ taking care of drunk hinata

red kisses | bokuto koutarou ↦ modeling au, first meetings

dilf!tendou x reader ↦ boss x employee

between knives | dazai osamu ↦ smut, knife play, bdsm, hate sex, enemies

little matchmakers | suna rintarou ↦ suna's little sister and her friend try to get y/n and suna together

wedding ring | miya osamu ↦ osamu wants to marry you but doesn't have money to buy you a diamond ring, misunderstandings, angsty to fluff

coffee lovers | kuroo tetsurou ↦ office au, going out of your way to grab some coffee just to see the hot guy from the promotion division

flustered | bokuto koutarou ↦ msby boys try to make you flustered but only one can reach that goal

pretty woman next door | bokuto koutarou ↦ dilf!bokuto, his daughter calls him out for his crush on their neighbour

baby momma | miya atsumu ↦ unexpected pregnancy , living together, falling in love, slow burn

captain america!osamu x bucky!reader ↦ marvel au, exes to lovers

blind!reader x bokuto ↦ smut, loss of virginity, sensory play

milf!reader x best friend!bokuto ↦ found family au

cheerleader!reader x msby!shoyou ↦ first meetings, getting together, eventual smut

i ‘lowe’ you | hinata shoyou ↦ your daughter has a crush on your boyfriend

♬ DRABBLES

serial killers, cuddles and snuggles | bokuto koutarou ↦ watching true crime documents with your scaredy cat of a boyfriend

white dress | hinata shoyou ↦ promises of rings, forevers and long nights

atsumu wearing your crop top

brigadeiro nights | hinata shoyou ↦ brasil!hinata, late nights, established relationship

♬ SERIES

their kid saying 'i love you' for the first time ↦ osamu, bokuto, iwaizumi, kita & kuroo

saying you're not together as a prank ↦ msby boys

#navigation.

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yatsugareboyf · 2 years

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standing in the rain

dazai osamu x reader.

hurt/comfort. warning: grief, loss, no one really dies in this but there are mentions of dead people.

the back of the book: you and dazai osamu have little in common, and grief was one of them.

note: yeah.... yeah. im not sorry

dazai isn't unfamiliar with grief . in fact, he almost finds comfort in it with how long it stuck around him. he grieves everyday, whenever he passes happy little kids playing the park, whenever he sees a curry place that just opened, hell, whenever he sees his own coat. everyday, dazai is reminded that he is still very much under the hostage of grief.

he knew that he isn't the only person in the world to experience grief, everyone does at some point. it's a universal thing. but he only knew recently that you have been grieving too.

which is why you didn't say a single word when you spotted him sitting against a headstone one cold afternoon. you merely stared at him before walking away to go to your own headstone to sit against. usually, you'd be smiling at him, beckoning him to come closer to coming closer yourself, but today you barely acknowledged his existence as you situate yourself quietly, only a few moments away.

he looked in your direction to see your back facing him. you were standing and looking down at the grave in front of you. you didn't bring anything except for a small convenience-store-bought coffee. were you mumbling? were you saying anything? were you just staring? he couldn't tell from the distance. were you crying? he would've known if it hadn't started raining.

since he was under a tree, he never felt it coming, but you were there, still standing on a grave, holding a stale cup of coffee without a care in the world. in a span of a few second, your whole body was soaked in rainwater and the earth under your feet started to mud. you seemed to not mind, since you still stood there. and he understood why.

grief is such a complex thing. it pulls people away from their families and their beliefs, it turns people into cold-hearted murderers and serial killers, it makes people lose their sanity and well-being, and it drives people to stand in mud while it's raining.

the pain that grief causes one person is immeasurable. you can never truly comprehend whether or not you'll ever see the end of you grief, nothing can "cure" grief. you can still be happy, successful, blessed with all the riches in the world, and you'll still be grieving because no amount of things in the world can bring the dead back to life.

even if you flip the world upside down, travel the world in search of an answer, finish the book they never got to finish, create a world where they could finish said book and live happily in peace, they're still dead, and you're still alive.

so standing in the rain was the least of your worries, and dazai osamu understood.

he stands by you a minute later, not sparing a glance at the grave you've been staring at for the past 20 minutes. he looks up at the sky and then at you, who didn't mind his sudden presence. you knew he was here, after all.

"that coffee probably has rain water already, belladonna."

you didn't answer him, but you seemed to snap out of your trance and examined the drenched paper cup that still had "coffee" in it, if you can still call it coffee.

"it's not for me."

he knew not to ask for who, what relationship you had with the grave your visiting, anything, really. it'll come one day. he also can't bear the inevitable "what about you?" question that comes right after, not right now.

"why are you standing in the rain? you were perfectly fine under that tree."

"i could ask you the same thing."

you chuckle emptily, and he wishes he never heard it. it was so devoid of emotion, so far from what he hears from you everyday.

"love and grief makes you do silly things, no? like stand in the rain."

love and grief made dazai leave the only "home" he's ever known to pursue a life he knew nothing about, the complete opposite of his previous life. it made him finally try to become a better person, see the world through the eyes of someone who wants to live. the biggest change in his life, and he doesn't even know if he's doing it right.

he has a ghost of a smile on his lips, "yeah. stand in the rain."

the two of you stand in the rain with no clear motive of leaving anytime soon. after a few moments have passed, you placed the coffee besides the headstone and faced the tall man besides you.

"let's go?"

you nod silently, letting dazai hold your hand softly as he guides you away from the grave.

#bsd #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x y/n #dazai osamu x you #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bsd dazai x reader #dazai imagines #dazai scenarios #dazai..... just dazai #bungou stray dogs #osamu dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai osamu #yatsugareboyfwrites

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 3 years

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Falling from grace for you.

(this wasn’t requested, and I should probably be catching up on those XD)

|Dazai x Female Reader|

This is a darker (that’s an understatement…) and longer (very long) piece than what is typically written on my account. It’s taken from one of my current ongoing fics.

Warnings: Dazai’s typical antics (his jokes of suicide, making light of suicide, disturbing thoughts) depictions of severe gore/violence. Mentions of darker themes: torture, implied abuse. Some slight out-of-character actions. A large amount of insanity, questionable thoughts, and in the end suicide. Seriously, I warned you this piece is dark as hell

Heavy angst without a happy ending. (starts getting very dark/disturbing/unsettling under the cut.)

~You have been warned, enjoy the angst love~

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Hiding behind clouds, scarlet red glared down in shimmering beams. The night was given a red hue, a contrast to the normal silver peeking past the darkness. A male, in his early twenties, fiddled with the edges of his coat. Its tan folds, keeping his body from feeling the frigid atmosphere. His finger lightly traced the white, slightly dirtied fabric of the cotton wrapped around his arms. As unusual as it was, most of the agency had stayed past its usual hours of operation. A feeble sigh remained stuck in the man's throat, a sigh that could tell the others he was troubled. He was a man of many mysteries and unsolvable puzzles. The empty hue of his coffee-stained eyes closed the door to what he felt. That was if this man was capable of truly feeling much at all.

Taking a seat on the couch, his mind trailed to the thoughts of a woman. If he dared to admit the wrongs of his life, maybe the situation they were all in would be… different. Maybe, just maybe, this case would have been solved in seconds. It seemed even Ranpo had met his match here. Of course, the only reason he had met a roadblock, was for the same reason nobody had claimed the pool of money placed on his past occupation. His name was Dazai, Osamu Dazai. Sure, by now, the people around him knew what dangerous job he had in the past. Ranpo had probably finally deduced he was somewhere up in the ranks. He doubted they knew just who he had been, doubted they knew the full extent of the crimes he had committed. If they knew surely Ranpo would have said something or given signs of distrust. If Kunikida knew there would have been insults thrown and judgments made. He’d probably be in jail if they truly knew the details about him.

His eyes self-consciously looked up to the clock, his eyes flicking with the smallest flame of confusion. His fingers ran to his pocket, pulling out a phone that wasn’t used for work. The way he rushed to check for a missed message caught the attention of several co-workers. They were all used to his slacking off, even when he was working, he appeared to be relaxing. For instance, this entire time, from the moments spent staring at the window, to the second leading to his hands gripping his phone, were all moments that involved his mind. A plan carefully piecing together. He happened to be the only one who could solve this case. After all, he knew you. The details of this case, the ones that had no evidence, nothing to deduct anything from. By now, he was sure Ranpo knew that too. The only reason he hadn’t been questioned was the uncertainty of how he was involved.

There had never been a day when you missed sending the nightly text. Now, he always received a text no later than 9 PM and no earlier than 8:45 PM. Every day for 6 years, he received the same question. You would ask him when he’d be home, what he’d like for dinner. No matter what the message was, you never sent a text shorter than 2 words. Never screwed the grammar up, nor did you ever leave a text unfinished. Not only was it 9:05, but the text was also missing. He was almost tempted to call you, feeling a panic settling in his stomach. The two of you had so many unspoken feelings between you. He knew you were not really missing, you had run away just over six months ago, after all, you had wanted freedom from the chains of your prison. That home, which had never truly been home. He restarted the phone over and over again, maybe he didn’t have enough service, maybe he was overthinking things? As much as he wanted to believe you were completely fine, he knew something had truly happened to you.

It was his fault, in the past, he had been such a bastard, there were people all over wishing to find a spot in his inhuman mind that would cause him to bend down like a dog; he hated dogs. If somebody ever found that he and you had more than just a business relationship, there would be hell to pay. Having known each other since his mafioso days, you were always a danger to be caught around with. He still remembered the way you had met, the only woman who had not given in to his womanizer ways. The only person on this planet who understood his mind. Your ability, as long as he didn't touch you, told you everything that his mind was reeling under. The pressure of his deepest regrets, the dying, screaming agony that wrapped his heart. So, it was only natural that in his new world of light, he had come to see you differently. This woman who had impacted his life just as much as his dead friend never ceased to surprise him. The way she stayed silent about her own troubles, the way she revealed only what she could with him. The way she remains smiling, like him, despite sharing the same pains that crushed him. He had asked her once, a few years back, to join him in a double suicide. It had been a joke, but the laughing, smiling expression that you wore as a mask had fallen. Those eyes he came to adore fell to replicate his own expression. So used to the word no, his heart nearly shattered when you chuckled darkly and ran a finger over the sleeves of your shirt. The way it acted like it traced scars broke him. The simple sure that whispered from your lips led him to stand shocked. Few people in this world managed to surprise him, so seeing you turn his thoughts into scrambled letters in a scrabble game had him panicked.

Just as he was about to start panicking over your lack of a text, a simple ding echoed in the silent room. The breaths of every agency member halted, it seemed even Kunikida paused to see what this man was up to. For what felt like the first time in his life, that unsettling pit of despair that laid deep within his gut overtook his consciousness rationally. His fingers expertly unlocked his phone, dragging the notification bar down to click on the text that came from your number. That pit that he had been feeling since he left the apartment today rose to consume his mask. Pure, discernible fear placed itself within his irises. The dilation of his pupils, followed by the sweat that fell from his forehead, gathered a panic within every member. Laying on his screen a simple message that he’d never wanted to see; a simple help. The time was now 9:15, Dazai’s hands shook as he tried to remain calm, keep that personality of his from rising past the new him. There was nothing he wanted more than to slip into the darkness of his alter-ego, the original him.

When things that belong to him, things that he deeply connects to are hurt or taken from him, he can’t help but become a monster to protect such things.

Another text followed as he tried to keep himself together. If you want to see her alive, find us within the hour demon prodigy. To send such a thing from his belladonna’s phone created another crack in his expression. Unfiltered rage poured from his eyes in fiery streams. His hands nearly cracked the delicate glass of his phone. Clicking the phone off, he set it down. Walking to his desk, he slammed open every drawer. Nobody spoke, they only watched this man rummage around his desk. His stoic eyes were now full of dreadful emotions. The aura this man was giving off dragged the somber room into a dark state of horror. It was as if a serial killer had walked into the home of its unsuspecting victims. The only thoughts with their heads were of concern for the coworker, whose laid-back attitude had disappeared in seconds. Was this how he was in the mafia? That question suddenly popped into some of the heads turned towards him. One girl sat next to an older boy. The teenage child tilted her head at the recognition of the room's mood. The mood resembled the still air that she’d experienced in the mafia. When she was nothing but a worthless assassin, she had seen this happen before. Whenever a high-ranking mafioso walked into a room, one known for their bloodlust and demonic ways, such as Akutagawa, the room felt heavy and sticky with fear and worry. While this was different, it had that same tingle.

Dazai pulled out a pistol, why he still had this was a question even he couldn’t answer. It had been the one he used in the mafia. Slamming it on the desk, his hand traveled for other items. Grabbing a container of pins, he set that down along with pens in both black and red ink, a notepad about the size of his palm, a file, and lastly, the girl's photo. He grabbed his phone again, this time walking to a computer and downloading information from it. It was easy to get the location of which the texts were sent. If the GPS was correct, her phone was currently several blocks from the house, after moving within the three minutes, it took him to search the drawers. The text had been sent from inside their apartment. Popping the pen lid off using his teeth, he rushed to a map. His mind had blocked all consciousness of the world around him out. The unadulterated need to find you and save you from harm, or in the worst case, death, controlling him. Never in his life had he felt this way for anybody. No subordinate, no friend, no co-worker, no enemy had ever filled his body with so much emotion at once. A man normally dragged on by only logic, a man who discarded his heart for his mind now laid within the opposite. His emotions controlling his thoughts, his heart pumping within the hundreds as he raced against the clock. Marking every move possible in his head, he scanned over the map once, twice, and even a third time. His lips curled into a nasty snarl as he realized how you had been caught.

On your way back from working that bar, you had been followed into the apartment, heard the noises, and texted him a quick plea. You're meant for it to be longer, but hardly had time to send help. No capitalization, no punctuation, and help had been misspelled. A simple typo only your terrified fingers could manage. Then when they realize your phone is unlocked and laying on the floor after knocking you out, the attacker had sent him the warning. With that scenario, he became completely encased in displeased anger. His eyes scanned the map with frustration, trying to narrow the possible routes down. He used the black pen to mark the important events with times. He marked everything from his leave to the current second. Using the red pen, he sketched a draft of the route being used. The phone had been carried as a distraction. Any person of his mind would instantly disregard that route. But without Ranpo needing to point out which route was most likely, he tapped it with his finger. Crossing out certain marks as he intertwined all three routes to come across the place he’d met you. An amused, almost ironic snicker parted his lips as he tugged his jacket tighter around his body. His hand using the small notepad to jot down the location. Not for himself, but for the others in case they decided to follow him.

Walking to his desk, he grabbed the pistol, its weight nearly disgusting him. A conflict parted through him, his promise to Oda, then your life. Looking towards the ceiling, he sighed. He’d visit his grave later to apologize for breaking his promise. He had all intention to kill, whether it’s called for or not. “Dazai, what is going on.” Kunikida's cold voice cut through the heavy atmosphere.

Snapping back as if only now realizing the other existed, he fell to look at Kunikida. The look he gave was full of nothing but emotionless despair. With a simple response, he walked over and dropped the file on the desk. “Taking care of this case… alone.” The last word was spoken with an emphasis as if to warn them. This case was tied to his past actions.

Making a full 180, he dramatically raised his hands and spoke with nothing but a childish facade. “If I’m not back before midnight, my dreams have come true!” he hummed before walking out of sight.

Now that he was alone, that facade dissipated, and he sighed walking briskly down the streets. It didn’t take him too long to arrive at the building. An abandoned shipping room that provided a perfect height for suicide. He smiled slightly at the thought. Yes, that would be so much more relaxing than this. Simply taking your hand as the two of you fell gracefully in each other's arms. Then with no pain, the two of you would part from this meaningless life and find peace. His hand touched the door, pushing them open, the red glimmers of light, provided by the blood moon, filtering in through the now open doors. He whistled to signal he was there, and as his feet stepped inside, the doors closed and latched behind him. A trap well fit for him, but he already predicted such. “You really did go all out to catch me off-guard. It’s too bad this really isn’t much~.” he purred the words calling out to whoever laid within the shadows of the building. Tracing steps of the two men behind him, he ducked before grabbing two fists of hair and slamming their heads together. “Now, I suggest you give her back.” His voice became cold as he held himself straight, brushing his hands against the tan fabric.

Instead of a vocal response made of words, there was only a light laugh. With a sudden glare that nearly blinded him, the light turned on in only one specific spot. The middle of the room glowed with vibrant white light. Revealed by the sudden change was a body. Slumped against a chair with the smallest rising and falling of the chest. A piece of cloth wrapped around both your eyes and your mouth, successfully gagging and blinding you. Around your waist lay a thick rope that was most likely tied in the back, and was coated in duct tape to keep you secured to the chair. He assumed your wrists were bound behind the chair, judging that they were not loosely hung by your sides. The rope around your ankles was wrapped around several times. Already your body was showing forms of bruises. Blood trickled from your nose and your head. Your clothing was in tatters, the white lace of your bra showing in parts. It was as if your attacker had tried inflicting as much pain as he could. Perhaps you had woken up from the pain before passing out. He could see the wet stains on your cheek, probably from the feeling of pain. He went to take a step forward and pull out his gun, but before he could make much movement, a gun aimed itself at you. His eyes flared, and he looked to the man who had taken you. The time was now 10:05 PM. He had arrived exactly at 10 PM. within the hour the text had said, so logically speaking he had 10 minutes until an hour from when the text was sent to now.

So where had he gone wrong? Why did that gun fire at your stomach? It missed anything vital, in fact, it was a spot he knew well. Fyodor had once had a sniper shoot him in that exact spot. He knew it wasn’t lethal, but the blood loss could kill you. That death would be slow and painful. It was pure luck that you had been shot there, that gun was meant to put you to death.

Never in his life had he lost to his emotions. Even in his moments of insanity, he had never acted rashly. Even when he shot a dead body over and over, he had not been completely lost. He had relished in the enemy’s pain, but he was not lost. He understood his surroundings. Even as his lips parted and cusses left his lips and insane demonic laughter parted his lips, he tried keeping his mind together. His left hand covered his eye, the eye he had once kept bandaged for no particular reason. His right hand fumbled for his gun, before snapping his eyes back to the enemy. “You really shouldn’t have done that~” he hummed taking steps closer. “Were you expecting me to fall and weep? If this is revenge over something I did in the past, I hate to tell you… I don't remember a single one of my past victims. I mean that would be a ton of people to remember. Between the murders and the blackmail along with all the other crimes I’ve committed, I would never remember anybody who held no importance.”

With the room's descent into a hellish atmosphere, your attacker tripped falling down. Dazai walked to you and brushed a finger over your cheek. “It’s alright, I’ll save you.” Maybe this possessive protectiveness this event had induced could be classified as slightly yandere? He would never lose you, your happiness was of course important, but this feeling was beyond normal rage. He walked up to the cowering form of your attacker. He guaranteed the man's death would be painful. He normally wasn’t this violent, even in the mafia he carried out his assignments and assassinations quickly. He hated pain himself, so it was natural to show some pity when it came to physical pain.

All that went forgotten as he approached the shaking male. He fiddled with the trigger of his pistol, before shooting both of your attacker's hands. Watching as crimson carefully spill and the shriek of horror, that twisted Dazai’s heart with pleasure, echo within the walls, he smiled. The smile was created from pure insanity. Without a shred of remorse, he glanced at you before his foot lifted to slam against the male's jaw. He did it once, twice, and thrice. When his foot shoved the man's skull down to the cement flooring, he laughed trying to keep control. His emotions were slowly wrapping dark webs around his reason. He knew that was enough, that he should stop and lay down a final blow. He knew he should do the right thing, which would be to slam some cuffs on this man's wrists. Yet, in the back of his head lay a voice telling him this man deserved a punishment far worse than a jail cell he’d likely be out of in a few years. This man deserved death for hurting you. There was only one light in his life, that light was you. Losing that light would break him. There was one fear for this man, that fear was losing all hope. Plummeting into true pain, a life without you would be empty. It would be too much to go on. He’d toss away his ideal death to escape the chains of this mortal world. He’d accept death, whether there was an after-life or not. As the thoughts ran rampant inside his head, his decision was made. No, this decision had been made the moment his slender fingers touched the metal of this discarded pistol.

Kneeling down, he got into the man's personal space, his hands clasped behind his back as if this were one of his many interrogations. “Tell me, when you laid the first blow on my belladonna, what were you expecting would happen? Was it A, you thought you would manage to bring me to my knees? Or maybe B, you thought your actions would have no consequences because the feared demon prodigy was now an ex-demon prodigy? You thought you would be able to act out revenge by taking the one thing he clings to. People are easy to read, when they are terrified for their lives their life story is portrayed through their eyes. I wonder, would you beg for mercy if I gauged them out?” the sadistic curl of his lips leading to the crack of his fingers echoed in the room. The only other sound to challenge such a disturbing noise lay the whimpers and shaking chatter of the enemy. “If you want forgiveness, then beg for it.” Dazai's lips quickly fell to a snarl as his finger ran from the man's cheek up to the base of his eye socket. Already pushing with pressure, he waited. Just before his finger could start any damage, the man's words leaped.

“I’m sorry, spare me!” he would shout more and more pleading for his life. Dazai merely laughed, running his other hand over the man's lip before dragging it down over the man's neck, imagining the sight if he were to take a pin and drag it along the skin.

“Did she plead for you to stop? How many times did she beg you not to hurt her? Did you do more than simply hit her?” he knew the answer to that already, which is why even if this man pleaded and begged and swore his life to Dazai, he’d never make it out alive. “If you're honest, I may… be gentle.” A lie, a believable cunning lie all for you. He was doing this for you, all to take revenge for you.

“No!” the man screamed for only a moment before Dazai dug his finger into the socket, letting blood soak the tan of his coat. Flinging his hand to the side, the excess blood splattered.

“Too bad, I knew you'd lie to me anyways. Humans are truly despicable creatures, aren't we? Was it fun? Listening to her beg for you to stop? Did she ask you to just kill her already? Did you keep her conscious just to traumatize her? Tell me, did you think I'd let you go?” lifting his foot, he slammed it against the man's chin, sending him into the wall. Watching the stone crack and small pebbles fall, he walked over with nothing in his eyes.

His thoughts were blank.

His expression is blank.

His mind blank.

His heart… full of anger and merciless vengeance.

His hands, despite lacking the same strength as some of his opponents in the past, snapped bone after bone. He tore through the skin until the floor was coated in blood. The game continued until the man bled to death. When Dazai noted there was nothing left, he stared and watched in satisfaction. That was until a groan made its way into his ears. Slowly, he turned around to look at you. Your head had shifted slightly, but small drops of crimson were now dripping down from your abdomen. Pulling the bloodied knife from the corpse, he rushed over to cut you free. Letting your body collapse into his he hummed. His mind was still gripped in insanity. He slid down to the ground, running his blood-stained hands through your hair. “I came for you.” A half-hearted smile lifted his lips, but your voice did not respond. Your eyes still remained closed as he laid you on a clean spot of cement. He lifted the tatters of your shirt just enough to view the wound.

With a hesitant movement, he grabbed your wrist. The pulse was seeming to slow down. “Fuck…” he cursed the word under his breath as he came back to his senses. As if coming from a trance, his eyes scanned around. A single drop of water left his eyes before more came crashing down. He grabbed your body and pulled it towards him. Cradling you as he whispered an apology.

It seemed as if an eternity had passed, but in reality, the time was 10:35. Hardly half an hour had passed since he arrived. You would last another twenty minutes before that tiny wound became a problem, and you died. He knew this fact, and so he searched his pockets for his phone. He’d disappear before anybody got there. He’d sound as if he were running. He’d stage something to hide what he had just done. Everything he’d worked for could be unraveled soon. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, hoping you'd wake up, so he could tell you what he wanted to say. Even as he gripped the phone and dialed his co-workers, all he wanted was to look into your eyes. The eyes that reflected himself. Before he could hit the dial button and start the call, those metal doors which had been sealed shut opened. Light filtered in from the moon and flashlights. The click of guns pointed at the two of you.

Dazai glanced to the side before hiding you behind him, still protective over you. Until he heard the sound of a familiar blonde's voice, he would not let you be exposed to danger. “Stand down, he’s… one of ours.” Kunikida yelled, before storming in with the other members behind him. They had all seen him rush out, the state he was in… it was only recommended by Ranpo they call in some officers just to surround the building. “Dazai...” Why was it so hard for the blonde to speak? Had he truly believed there was a shed of moral sense within his work partner? “Hands above your head… step away from the girl.'' It was a plea more than an order.

Hesitation wasn’t something he normally dealt with. Dazai looked back to you before realizing the smallest movement of your fingers. Immediately he grabbed your hand. A warning shot echoed missing his head by mere centimeters. It wasn’t like he cared though, a bullet could kill him right away. There would be no pain, so what if it wasn’t suicide. At this point, he was fed up with living in a world like this. He was tired of not having a purpose. The only purpose he had was to protect you. He’d managed to fail that too. So without any emotion, he waved dismissively. “If you shoot me, you know I won’t care right?” There was silence as a gurgled noise escaped your lips.

It was relatively fast, your eyes shooting open as your hands reached to grab your abdomen. Nearly screaming out in pain until your eyes adjusted and noticed Dazai. Relief flooded into you as your body weakly reached for him. He let out a relieved choked noise, similar in sound to a sob. He cupped your cheek with that feeling in his chest before another warning shot fired. This time missing him by even less and cutting it close to your hands. Terrified your body reeled back.

Dazai put your safety first before comfort. So despite wanting to kiss you and finally express the feeling he knew you were aware of, he stood up and raised his hands above his head. Walking towards the lights, he kneeled and hung his head. He was rather surprised with how gentle he was pushed to the floor. The feeling of metal clasping his wrists wasn’t new. He’d been caught many times before this. Of course, he always escaped, returning to you. If he tried that now, he knew he risked your safety. Yet your shrieks passed the air as you were grabbed by two officers. Watching from the sidelines with solemn looks stood the rest of his co-workers. Atsushi, a young male orphan, Dazai, had been saved from starvation and death, couldn't understand what was going on. “Why… Dazai, why?” he whispered far too soft to be heard.

As Dazai was pulled to his feet and led away, you were left to scream and ignore the pain of blood gathering in your throat. No matter how much splattered from your lips you screamed for him. You struggled weakly against the arms of the officers. The blonde who had cuffed Dazai walked to you. Kneeling to your level, your eyes moved to read him. Using your ability to see his emotions, personality, and troubles. He was a good man, one who had strong morals. Only at that did you react and calm down. Letting a woman who shared his presence and whose aura you trusted heal you. “This is… my fault,” you whispered, finally feeling warmth fall down the soft skin of your cheeks. As a brunette looked over the crime scene with anger and disgust, he deducted everything within minutes. It was done by Dazai, and there were things he didn’t understand, but he knew enough to locate why this had happened.

“Please… don’t lock him away! If I had been stronger... if I had listened to Dazai’s advice none of this would have happened!” Despite being the victim of all of this, you couldn’t help but blame it all on yourself. “We still haven't gotten to try out the method I found.” gripping the sides of your arms, you looked up with the same expression Dazai often wore. The startled expression of his co-workers was expected. “We may have succeeded this time.” You whispered the words softly in your head, before passing out from exhaustion once more.

Dazai never ended up in prison, he’d slipped away the moment he could. All of this had been in your line of expectations. Walking into the apartment to see Dazai reading the suicide book had you running over to express your love in the form of asking him the question he always asked you. “Shall we commit a perfect, flawless double suicide?” you asked before seeing an excited glimmer in his eyes. Taking your hands in his, he nodded.

On that fateful night, two months after your abduction, two bodies were found. Cuddled close together under the sheets. Their bodies cold and pressed closed. A swift easy death within slumber.

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Checkmate {Fyodor x Criminal! Reader}

A/N: I was feeling myself to some villain playlists so- enjoy this shit fest. It took majority of my braincells. Also, the name of the reader's ability is Checkmate so hehe. Just wanted to throw that in there.

Warnings: Mentions of murder, Mind fuckery, Manipulation, Slight crude language, Shitty writing, Bad grammar

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- It's about time Fyodor feels what its like to be hopeless -

Life on the run wasn’t peaceful that’s for sure. Y/N knew that much more than anyone else in fact. Being one of the most notorious serial killer wasn’t really the most acceptable profession – even when the people she killed were all guilty of their own crimes. There was always a constant need to look over her shoulder in case someone was following her or attempting to assassinate her. There wasn’t a night that go by where she would wake up to the slightest sound or movement that seemed to jolt her body to attention. She always took extra precaution to run and hide in abandoned buildings ready to be demolished during the day – where she can rest for before running of to a new area for shelter.

But no matter how many precautions she took, or how she always made sure not to be seen by the public eye, she certainly wasn’t expecting this to happen of course.

Getting kidnapped by the Decay of Angels – more specifically, the criminal genius, Fyodor Dostoevsky himself.

So here she was, sitting primly on a chair as you watched him serenade you with his cello playing. He didn’t tie her of course – there was clearly no reason to. She was smart enough to not run away for it would certainly have grave consequences. Instead, she remained silent, hearing him play the Dvořák’s Allegro piece in B minor as a look of peace crossed his usual pale, stoic facial features.

“You play the cello well Dostoevsky.”

She hummed, leg crossed elegantly over the other as she rested her elbow on her knee, holding her face in her hand. It was as though she was merely eyeing and artwork hanging on the wall. He opened his eyes to reveal gorgeous amethyst orbs that stared back at her, a knowing smirk playing upon his lips.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it Milaya.”

He hummed and continued to play the cello without uttering another word. She continued to eye him closely, from the way he sat to the way he was gliding the bow across the strings of the cello to create such a beautiful sound. She knew what he wanted, of course she did. She had outsmarted one of the toughest criminals out there - even Ranpo and Dazai’s ability to deduce any crime case. There was no question about what he wanted, or rather, they wanted.

“What can you offer me if I joined the Decay Of Angels?”

His eyes darted upwards towards her, piercing into her own e/c ones as his playing halted for a moment. A smug smile was plastered upon the woman’s face as she watched him eye here curiously before a similar smirk reflected upon his own thin lips.

“Perceptive as always Milaya. But what makes you think we’ll let you go if you refuse our generous offer?”

“Because if you kill me, your next target will end up in the same fate. And then you’ll have no more leads to follow up on your plans. Such a horrendous thing to happen wouldn’t it Dostoevsky?”

The young woman batted her eyelashes as she watched the Russian man in front of her eye her curiously. She had caught him in a very unfortunate position and no matter what he did to her, it definitely wouldn’t benefit him nor the Decay of Angels.

“You’re pretty confident in your abilities darling. How do you know if there’s no leads for us to dig up?”

“Because I cleaned up every single one of them.”

Those words were like a smoking gun to him. She didn’t kill people and criminals out of sheer random pickings. No, she did it methodically – making sure each one who died had value information erased thoroughly. All of them, one by one, murdered mercilessly and cautiously till it narrowed down to their final target. The one target they were looking for – who had all the information they needed. And if they were to die without being of used, their operation would be a failure.

Everything she had done that led up to this point had been carefully calculated by her. She knew this kidnapping would happen. She knew the eyes of the angels that have been stalking her in the night. She knew every move they have on the chessboard – and she was winning.

The woman seemed to have sense his resistance as he glared at her with irritation. He had never been pinned like this before, so this feeling of vulnerability is irking him to no end.

“I’ll join the Decay of Angels on one condition love.”

The woman began as Fyodor continued to look at her, as if silently urging her to speak.

“You belong to me.”

“What a preposterous offer-“

“You don’t have a choice dearest. Either I join on that condition, or you can kiss your operation goodbye.”

He hated how she had a smug look spread across her delicate features. As much as it was attractive, it really pissed him off to no end. He had never felt such a seething rage and hopelessness at someone who was so calm and assertive. If he agreed, he knew he was signing the failure of the Decay of Angels. Yet if he didn’t, Kamui would be up his ass about it. With reluctance he placed his cello down and looked back at her with the most disgusted face. She only returned the favour with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Do we have a deal my love?”

His submissive silence was enough of an answer. Her eyes glowed grey as a white aura surrounded his body, glowing to indicate that his soul now belonged to her. It took everything in him to hold himself back as he watched her ability activate – finalizing the agreement of the spoken contract.

Now with his soul at her disposal and the Decay of Angels at her mercy, she rules the chessboard.

“Checkmate.”

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