#verlaine x reader

[akutasoda]

I’m started to like requested things off songs- so here’s another one!!

reader who has an ability where she dies..but just comes back. It’s like the next day? Like she dies and then just shows back up not dead and perfectly fine? I’m thinking it’s a enemy to lover thing?

with chuuya, Dazai, atsushi, kunikida, akutagawa, and Verlaine?

-🌀Anon

i still feel alive

synopsis - you forgot to tell them about your ability, why should they know they were your enemy, but maybe you should've

includes - atsushi, dazai, kunikida, chuuya, akutagawa, verlaine

warnings - gn!reader, angst to some comfort, fluff, enemies to lovers, reader dies but not really, wc - 2.2k

a/n: apologies in advance but all sections are very varying lengths

atsushi nakajima ★↷

your relationship with the were-tiger was nothing short of more than a workplace rivalry. you hadn't been working there much longer than he had but upon his first few days, he saw you as quite the respectable colleague and in turn aspired to become more like you in the workplace.

you recognised this quite early and saw it as a friendly competition. and soon he caught on. and that's how the friendly workplace rivalry had begun. wether it was with paperwork or actual missions you both turned it into a competition. and the other members of the agency found it either entertaining, or rather childish but let it be either way.

however you both knew the limits of when to stop the rivalry and that was often during difficult missions. and now more than ever atsushi understood what had drawn him to you in the first place. but it seemed to late as he watched the life drain from your body with now one in the vicinity abke to help. now he had realised everything, but now you were dead.

this whole time he was so oblivious to yours and his feelings but now it was too late he understood them. and even now he couldn't help but still have you occupy his mind. he thought about you constantly, you and everything he wished had gone differently. and before he knew it a day had passed and he hadn't even returned to work after the mission, going straight home.

he didn't want to go back to work but he knew it would do him no good sitting around thinking of you, atleast maybe this would distract him. but as he walked into the office dazai walked up to him with a rather happy smile and asked him to follow. atsushi mindlessly followed until dazai opened a door they had stopped at, atsushi couldn't believe his eyes. there you stood, unharmed and perfectly fine.

he was inclined not to believe what he was seeing but you knew what he was going to think and quickly shut down any misconceptions. now he had the time to work out his feelings but for now he embraced you and sobbed into your shoulder, getting you to promise never to scare him like that again.

osamu dazai ★↷

from the minute you had first met dazai, you had quite honestly thought he was quite annoying. he often teased you about everything and would try and embarrass you constantly. so what better thing to do then reciprocate the feeling. starting a very long lasting rivalry that made him quite smug knowing that he started it.

wether you worked with him or not he would find a way to annoy you on the daily just for you to return the favour. to anyone else it looked like a very childlike rivalry but they never said anything. but one of the main reasons for the rivalry was for the fact that dazai wasn't that good with genuine feelings.

he never knew how to get across specific feelings to be more exact. from the moment he had met you he knew that he wanted to be someone to you but had no idea how to go about that as mostt relationships he had were most likely to get something out of it and were a one time thing. so he was ultimately lost and the only way he could think of keeping you close was to start a petty rivalry. he never wanted to lose you.

and even knowing that most things he cared for were lost, he let himself get slightly closer to you. close enough that to him it seemed as if fate cruelly ripped out any chance of him hoping to further the relationship with you. and that came in the form of having to witness your death. he was in disbelief, he had tried so hard to avoid this bit here it was and it hurt none the less.

it had completely destroyed his mask seeing you die. he felt more somber and returned home to let it out within the scarce comfort of his four walls. and before he knew it, it was morning. he had debated not going into work but then people would notice something up and ask questions and he didn't want that. so with a heavy-heart he went to work yet again, mind consumed with thoughts about you.

however as he arrived at the agency he walked into the room where his and other desk were held just to see you sat there at his desk with the most smug smile he had ever seen. he quickly caught on to what had happened and internally cursed himself for forgetting. you truly had the last laugh. but he was so relieved that nothing truly bad had happened to you, and so relieved he hadn't held you for fear his ability may of gotten in the way.

doppo kunikida ★↷

the last thing anyone expected form him was to have a childish rivalry with you. yet here he was and for reasons that no-one knows, he had a very childlike rivalry with you. you found it very entertaining and therefore only teased him or tried to one up him more which often lead to making it even worse.

throughout the whole time, he bad thought he just had a weird hatred for your insistent teasing. but for reasons that escaped him he felt something more for you but never really acknowledged them.

however he wishes maybe he could've accepted them, and maybe you two would've developed beyond the rivalry. but now he had watched you die. he was in disbelief initially, there was no way you had died. and all at once it had hit him, the realisation that he would never see you again and never hear your teasing remarks. it was rare for him to diverge from his schedule, but the lack of sleep he got that night was from the tears that flowed endlessly.

he truly didn't want to go into work, but that would further mess up his schedule and maybe he could distract himself from the thoughts of you that occupied his mind. as he entered the building he was faced with something he could only imagine was his mind playing a cruel trick on him. it was you, unharmed and perfectly fine.

you had to quickly explain yourself as you could tell how confused and upset he was. he cursed your ability for making him worry that much but he also thanked it, thanked it for keeping you alive until he finally understood his feelings.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

he was known for being quite the confident person. that was no doubt. so when you had shown up and started teasing him and just overall annoyed him he wasn't sure what to do. but of course his natural instinct was to just do it back, and hence your rivalry started. always trying to one up or embarrass the other. often getting into petty arguments or small childlike squabbles.

whatever the reason you had initially started teasing him may or may not compare to what he was currently feeling. somewhere along the way he started developing something that he didn't quite know what it was or why he had started feeling this way. and he didn't quite know what to do with these feelings so for now he stuck to continuing this rivalry.

but maybe he should've hurried up with trying to understand his feelings. because now he thought he eould have no other chances. he had experienced alot of deaths, some personal and others just part of his job but your death was one of the worst he had ever experienced. and all of a sudden, affter watching your death he became even more painfully aware of his feelings.

everything seemed a bit more dull to him. finishing the mission, deciding to leave early and eventually going to bed. every action felt meaningless and his mind wasn't focused on tasks, more so focused on you and what could've been. he went to bed with a clouded mind and a dull ache in the back of his mind.

even going into work felt wrong. knowing you wouldn't be there to tease or mock him. but to his very surprise there you stood. stood unharmed and rather smig standing next to koyo. he thought this couldn't be real and that this was a cruel trick. but you had noticed him and very aware of what he was thinking, explained everything to him.

you truly had one upped him again. he had yelled at you telling you never to scare him like that, but you couldn't help but laugh at how honest he had finally became with his feelings.

ryunosuke akutagawa ★↷

a very unlikely relationship to most but neither of you cared. you two had built a very much silent rivalry between you, always trying to be better than the other or just mocking the other whenever the chance presented itself. you found it fun from the very beginning, amd akutagawa at first found it annoying but too had found some entertainment in it.

none one knows quite why you both started the rivalry, not even you two. you just knew that this rivalry had gone on for a while and never ceased to be entertaining. and eventually you bith equally felt as if there was something more between you, not just the petty rivalry but something much deeper. sadly, neither of you had the courage to speak up about.

but now he wished he did. after all this time he wished you had stayed with him just a bit longer, to help him figure out these feelings that you had spurred in him. it seemed unfair. but here you were, presumed dead in the middle of battle with akutagawa as a witness. he couldn't believe it, he almost wanted to be angry at you for leaving him, for dying. but he knew that was selfish as this couldn't be helped. or maybe it could and he didn't try hard enough.

to a passerby he would seem unfased by the whole ordeal. but to people closer to him, for example gin, they would notice his slightly more vacant stare, the look of regret and maybe remorse in his eye. you occupied his mind still, and while he never could say things to you he wished to, he could say them to himself and think of you again and again.

only a day had passed to his surprise, it felt longer atleast. but it was yet another day of work for him made slightly less bearble by your lacking presence. but before he could even get near the building he noticed someone familiar on the steps. there stood you, unfazed and unharmed. he couldn't believe his eyes and demanded an explanation. one you gladly gave him.

he was thankful for your ability, not that he would say it out loud, but it had saved you. but he also wishes you never scare him like that ever again. and may of given you a stern scolding for making him worry.

paul verlaine ★↷

complicated was one way to describe your relationship with the blondette. complicated in more ways than one. you had met through a mutual friend years ago, rimbaud. despite his previous attitudes and personality he seemed act differently towards you and you the same. you both had started a simple sort of rivalry that made it very tempting to tease and make snarky comments toward the other.

but despite this unwavering rivalry, it did seem that you two did get along. if maybe you pushed aside your childlike rivalry you two would have quite the strong friendship. however there were a few reasons for this not happening - mainly to do with verlaine. he did not trust easily and it didn't help you both had similar jobs. hr could feel deep down that you were someone that was genuine, with little thanks to rimbaud being the one to introduce you. but he couldn't help but start these petty arguments as an attempt to push you away.

but as if it was a cruel fate, soon after he had started slowly letting his walls down. he cursed himself over and over again for letting himself let it get to this. a mission gone wrong and now he had watched you die. he felt as if it was a punishment and tried to move on from it but no matter what he could only remember you. he wanted nothing more than to forget that memory or atleast stop cursing himself that he could've done more.

the next morning he had not stopped thinking about you, no matter what he tried he just couldn't move on. that was until rimbaud had walked in and said he had something to show him. that was until you stepped through the doo, perfectly fine. he thought he was the victim of a very cruel trick but quickly realised after your explanation that it was your stupid ability. he was overjoyed of course but he wished you had told him first.

you however couldn't help but tease him about his worrysome state. the smug smile made him realise something. you were someone he probably could trust, someone he wouldn't lose for a very long time.

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[wwouldvecouldveshouldve]

warmth

what makes their heart warm?

[ ft. verlaine, dazai, atsushi, and kyoka. can be interpreted as platonic or romantic (kyoka is strictly platonic!) ]

Dazai isn't someone who easily trusts people, that's for sure. The only way to get to his heart is consistency and being genuine.

It starts with noticing how he doesn't eat much, and you heard him mention how he likes canned crab. So you got him just that one day, and left it on his desk. He'd figure out who it's from easily, I mean, it's Dazai we're talking about. When he needs something, you'll be there. You respond to texts and calls on time, and get him thoughtful things from time to time. Not to say that you aren't firm with him. He's gotta do his work, he's gotta fill his share. Over time, you'll get to him- without a doubt. It'll take an ungodly amount of patience to get through with everything, but so long as you're both together in the end, that's okay.

Atsushi is precious, but that's obvious! Little things from the people he cares about make him so, so happy. You helped him finish some documents? RWIJBSWEWSILDEM. You made him lunch? YOU'RE TOO KIND! Every little thing people do for him makes him feel warm inside. Just knowing people care for him and will take time out of their schedule to do something for him makes him unimaginably happy. Still, sometimes you have to reassure him that he isn't a burden because you did that. You're doing this because you care about him, not because he's being any sort of a burden to you. You want to do that, especially because he isn't a burden at all. (Potentially just makes him cry more but it's happy tears, I swear)

Verlaine is not open to affection at first. Still, patience is a virtue, and you'll stick through it to pry open his heart a little. It starts with spending some time together, getting to know each other from an arm's length. You get to know him at least a little, and you see what you can do from their. He's fascinating, so of course you want to learn more. So you do, and since you know how to keep a promise, he tells you a little more. Next time you come, you think of a gift he'd like. It's a journal, so when you're not there to talk with him, he can at least empty his innermost thoughts onto the page. You dare not read it, it's not yours to read. It's a long time later when he tells you about his so-called lack of humanity. You laugh in the face of his bullshit- he's never been any less than human to you. Since he seemed to like using the diary, you come around more so he can have someone to talk to face-to-face. And so comes a dynasty of trust and late-night confessions.

[ strictly platonic! ]

The moment you heard Kyoka some of Kyoka's likes and dislikes, you knew exactly what to do. Some days a little rabbit plush would appear on her desk when she had a bad day, other times a plate of tofu when she forgot to eat lunch. You would chat with her on missions every once in a while. You looked out for her instead of looking to use her, so she returned the sentiment. She figured out who was doing the gifts so she began to do the same with you, so it was mutually helping each other out through without actually saying a word about who was doing it with the other. You two never even talked about the gifts, even though you two talked all the time with each other. You acted like siblings, which does entail talking about dumb things and doing even dumber competitions, but that's only to get each other's minds off of bad days. Just caring for her when she's vulnerable is heartwarming.

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And that's it for my first post. Sfw requests are open! I love you all and have an amazing day.

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[dinaanana]

How would they react to you getting in trouble at school [BSD]

Synopsis: how would they react to to you being in a trouble at school

Characters: Verlaine (Stormbringer) Chuuya ,Kouyou. x Reader (Platonic)

TW: Nothing just fluff N crack in (Verlaine's part)

He was deadass Working in his Office,His desk full of some papers.

you Went into the Hallways of PM HQS And The employees there didn't even Bother Telling you That Chuuya's Busy or anything They just Let you in who tf are they To not Let you in

You Didn't even Bother Knocking you just walked in his Office,He doesn't notice You At First (He was Cursing to Himself)

When He notices He stares up At you and sees your angry face he raised his brow

"ya good?" He stands up and puts his hands on his hips "how was school today?"

"I got Into a fight And the principal Told us to bring our parents,I don't have one .."

He looks at you and sighs "I'll come,I'll come don't Cha worry kiddo.."he pats your head

The next Day He went To your Principals Office,The principal Couldn't speak a Single Sentance without His Voice cracking when he Talked to Chuuya while Wearing fancy ahh coat,Suit,Hat etc Everyone Looked at him with fear and didn't dare to Utter a single word (The whole school fears you since then)

You two Are Walking out of the school And There's crowd of Kids Staring at his Motorcycle With awe,You both sit on it Wrapping your Hands Around his Waist to not fall off.

While He drives around Yokohama He asks Real Reason for why did you beat the Guy up and you explain That he was Harassing 2-3th graders If they didn't Give him their Money

"Ya did good,Dont worry,next time you can Take my gun." He Smirks As He speeds up the motorcycle

"Ya hungry Kid? I know You Are so let's go to the new Restaurant"

He's a Best parental Figure you could ask for tbh

She was With Mori Helping him Out on something While You were at School,She would Always Sent one of Her Subordinate to Come and Pick you up Safely (She's Scared of Losing you,Like she did with Kyouka) so she Tries to take the best Care of you

She Also Sometimes Helps you Out with your Homework or Projects if you dont understand,She's glad To be the one helping you.

"If Something Happens,I'm here for you,I love you Like My own child which I never had.."

Soo let's go back to the Scenario,You Got into a huge fight with your Girl Classmates who would always throw your things Away,You would warn her to stop doing it that it wasn't Funny but she just laughed and Threw A scissor At your Face That Left a small Cut Below your eye Thats When you had Enough And punched her a straight in the jaw strong enough to knock her Out for good 15 minutes

You Both got called into the principals Office And The principal Told you Both to bring Your Parents tomorrow.

You went back into the PM head Quarters And then you saw Kouyou standing near A big colourful Window with her Back turned to you,As you walk clos she Hears your Footsteps And Turns to look at you she smiles down at you

"How was school Today dear?." her Voice was Full of care and Sweetness,Until That Sweet face turned into a Horrific One when she saw your Cut you never had.

"Tell me,Who did this to you?" she Puts Her Hand On your cheek Caressing Your little bruise Carefully

You explain Everything To her And She Just nods telling you that she'll out all of her work aside for you and come.

Next day after all of Your Lessons End You and your Girl classmate go to the Principals office while Waiting for your Parents.

The day went Good,Kouyou had a Talk with Your principal and you Transfered in different school Much more better Than Your Old One.

One day you and Kouyou Were Standing Infront of Big window With Amazing Sea view,She Embraced you For a Hug,And patting your Head

"If anything Bad happens,tell me and I'll always be there for you.."

His Musty ass Ain't coming Out of The basement and Bothering himself to come at your school for Just a lil Kids fight. (he says)

"I'm not gonna Come Over there,Just For Your little kids Arguments,I have Some more important Things to do,And I'm not ready to Come out yet.."

You roll your Eyes at him "But...the Principal Won't allow me in school if you don't come..."

"You don't Need to,I can Teach you More things Than those teachers,What do these Humans Know That I don't?”

"Whatever...Okay I agree,You can be my Teacher from now On..." you pause For a moment wait do you even know Basic Math? ." You spin Around the Basement "But still...Yay, I won't have to wake up at 7 AM just to go to the damn school!"

"Excellent, alors notre leçon commencera demain." (excellent Then our Lesson will Start tomorrow)

"are you cursing me Out in french or what?!" you look at him while Raising your Brow in suspension

He Smiles and shakes His Head As A no "Therefore I'll also Be Teaching You French aswell."

"Excellent Idea Then Teacher Verlaine" You smirk And Shake your Hand with him As an Approval

"oops,The bell Rang,I'll go To cafeteria now." You wave your hand At him and Leave his basement.

"Bon alors, à bientôt." He sighs To Himself and Gets Back to Writing something He was writing earlier.

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[yuugen-benni]

Port Mafia members and their songs !

ADA version - DOA version - The Flags version

Chuuya: (Arabahaki's reference)

''I can't escape this hell So many times I've tried But I'm still caged inside Somebody get me through this nightmare I can't control myself So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one would ever change this animal I have become'' - Animal I have become by Three Days Grace

Paul Verlaine: (It's funny and sad to think that I chose this song thinking about the story between Rimbaud and Verlaine IRL)

''I'm sorry that I did this The blood is on my hands I stare at my reflection I don't know who I am Practice my confession In case I take the stand I'll say I learned my lesson I'll be a better man'' - If I killed someone for you by Alec Benjamin

Randou Rimbaud: (I would only put songs that are originally in English, but this song suits him a lot)

''And at every step I intertwine anger and reason Disillusionment, you brought it to my hand And it even burned But I'm always wearing a scarf to hide from this cold And a glove on my hand to hide from the cold What does your heart do'' - Cachecol by Kamaitachi

Akutagawa:

''Only care about myself 'Cause everyone's trying to hurt me Just leave me alone Just leave me alone Just leave me alone I just wanna be alone'' - Jealous by Eyedress

Higuchi:

''And I am the idiot with the painted face In the corner, taking up space But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved'' - Me and My husband by Mitski

Tachihara:

''Bored, stoned, sitting in your basement All alone, cause your little conversations Got around, now look at what we all found out (look at what we, look at what we all found out) You have got a set of loose lips, twisting stories All because you're jealous Now I know exactly what you're all about And this is what you're all about Girl, you're such a backstabber'' - Backstabber by Kesha

Hirotsu:

''Old man, look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man, look at my life Twenty four and there's so much more Live alone in a paradise That makes me think of two'' - Old man by Neil Young

BONUS:

Ango Sakaguchi: (I just could think about his special ability)

''Those thoughts of past lovers, they'll always haunt me I wish I could believe you'd never wrong me Then will you remember me in the same way as I remember you? Baby, we built this house on memories Take my picture now, shake it 'til you see it And when your fantasies become your legacy Promise me a place in your house of memories'' - House of memories by Panic! at disco

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[cloudyyoimiya]

CLOUDDD HIII I FEEL BAD FOR REQUESTING

DO YOU THINK YOU CAN DO YAN VERLAINE PLEASSAESES I NEVER SEE YANDERE STUFF WITH HIM AND IM JUST WNSADHBKF I HAD NO IDEA WHTA TO REQUEST AS LONG AS ITS HIM BUT WOULD YAN!VERLAINE X READER WHOS ALWAYS TIRED WORK? IF NOT FEEL FREE TO IGNNORE THNAK OU

HIHIHI IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU IN MY INBOX! and yes ofc i’m starved of verlaine content myself so this will do nicely. thank you for requesting! 🫶

When His Darling is Always Tired Because of Work; Paul Verlaine

Format: Headcanons and scenario

Possible warnings: Dark content, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, yandere themes

When Verlaine first met you, he immediately took note of how you tended to work until you grew tired. He could understand your struggle with overworking yourself because he most likely struggled with it due to his assassinations and all.

Verlaine, of course, didn��t know he had the same issue as you. He really doesn’t consider himself as human, so why should he think of human emotions and put labels on them? It didn’t make sense to him.

Before kidnapping you he would try to make you take breaks. If you didn’t want to comply with his ‘suggestions,’ then he would most likely forcibly pick you up and set you down on a couch.

You didn’t save your file before he turned off your laptop? That’s quite unfortunate, but you should have listened to him. It was a consequence of your own actions in his mind.

When he did this though, he didn’t know why he was doing it. Did he really care for a human? How preposterous.

But when he saw that you were struggling more so than usual, he knew he had to do something about it. Maybe it was because he pitied you, or maybe it was because he didn’t want you to tire yourself into an early grave. He didn’t know the answer, nor did you.

Regardless, in his mind, he thought that kidnapping you was the only way to stop you from indulging in this bad habit of yours.

If he kidnapped you, then he could force you to stop working. But if you were persistent, he’d monitor your working hours so you don’t get extremely tired. After all, he wanted some of your attention before the two of you went to bed for the day.

Scenario…

Currently you were sitting on your couch, typing away on your laptop. You were working on a document that was due that night, and you had barely any time for breaks.

You were getting tired, and you were starting to doubt that your body would keep up with the rapid movement of your fingers. You felt like you were going to pass out at any minute. It didn’t help that you were awake for the whole day; no naps, no snack breaks, nothing.

Your so called “boyfriend” was sitting at a table a few feet away from you, looking over some documents. Verlaine wouldn’t allow you to look over said documents though. Your best guess as to why he wouldn’t let you look at them was because they included some information about his next target.

Occasionally Verlaine would look over at you, making sure you’re alright. Each time he looked at you though, you could sense a small emotional buildup growing within him. You didn’t know what it was about, and you didn’t dare ask. Sometimes his emotions were erratic to say the least, and you didn’t want to accidentally set him off.

Eventually when you were almost done with your paper, Verlaine stood up from the table. He then grabbed a pear from the small fruit dish on the table, took a small bite, then headed over towards you. His expression was unreadable, as per usual, but nonetheless it still sent not so pleasant shivers down your spine.

“Do you need something?” You asked, making sure to hide any traces of tiredness from your voice.

“Stop working,” he said as he sat next to you, his voice stern. “You look tired. I don’t want you to get overworked.”

You weighed out the options in your mind for a few moments. Take a break for a little bit and risk not meeting your deadline, or risk setting off your “lover.”

Verlaine wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he waited for a response. Every now and then he would bite into his pear until he eventually finished it up. He then threw the core into a nearby trash can and looked back at you.

“Fine. I’ll take a break,” you said with a sigh. You then saved your document and shut off your laptop.

“Good, good,” he spoke, his French accent appearing slightly heavier than usual. Maybe the documents he was reading over were in French? You didn’t know how accents worked. “Now, let’s spend some time together, hm? You clearly need it, my love.”

You held your tongue from saying anything you’d regret. “Of course! That sounds nice!”

Verlaine immediately wrapped his arms around you and pushed you into the couch. He then rested his head onto your chest and took a deep breath. You were slightly uncomfortable since you really know this guy per say, but you would admit it felt… nice.

“You should quit your job,” Verlaine murmured as he guided your arms to wrap around his body. “It’s not good for you.”

“But I need the money for rent,” you argued.

“I can cover all of your expenses. I have a high paying job,” he sighed. “And besides, I only want you to rely on me. I can provide anything you have ever wanted.”

“I’m an independent person. I’ll be fine,” you tried to reason.

“I don’t believe that one bit. You need me, admit it.”

Your eyebrow slightly twitched and you tried to keep a neutral expression. You knew the only thing you could do in this situation was to lie.

“You’re right. I need you,” you said with a sickeningly sweet tone of voice.

Verlaine let out a small sigh of content then kissed your cheek. “I’m glad you know that. I love you, my dear.”

slowly getting more comfortable w/ my writing!!:&:!

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[silverbladexyz]

Masterlist

Bungou stray dogs:

Stormbringer

Armed Detective Agency

Port Mafia

The Guild

Decay of Angels

The Hunting Dogs

Gaiden

Genshin Impact:

Kaeya comforting reader with a traumatic past (platonic)

Diluc x Akutagawa!reader

Requests: temporarily closed

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[tiredlilguy]

hiiiiiii :)

I hope you’re doing well, and don’t have too much stress right now <3

Do you know those little, heart-shaped charms for necklaces, where you can put a photo inside? Could I please request (whatever format you’re comfortable with) getting one of those, with Verlaine? I’m not sure if you write for multiple characters, but if you do, could I add pianomann or Lippmann? Anyway, take your time

bye!

a/n: hello! i apologize that this took so long ;;w;; as you can see, i'm on hiatus, as well as dealing with other stuff from college- thank you so much for ur patience! i hope you enjoy! :DDD (also this request is fucking adorable- i had to do it first AS;DLKFJ;ALSDKFJ)

pairing: Verlaine, Pianoman, Lippmann X GN!Reader (separately) cw: a little sad in Verlaine's, half-proofread desc: you gifted your partner a heart locket with a photo of you inside.

Verlaine:

Receives the necklace pre-SB

It wasn’t originally his idea to wear a piece of jewelry like a necklace in the first place, let alone one that had a picture of you in it

Of course, he was fond of you, but his mind never crossed physically carrying or wearing something that reminded him of you (it was partially for your own safety as well, as he didn’t want to burden you with the consequences of being close with an assassin)

At first, he grimaced at the necklace when you handed it to him, until you opened up the locket, revealing a small image of you (to which he let out a soft sigh, dropping his expression, before placing it in his pocket)

You honestly thought he just never wore it at all, as you recall his reaction to the hat that Rimbaud gave him, but unbeknownst to you, he kept it in his pocket for a while until he eventually chose to put it on one day because it kept slipping out

He wears it underneath his clothes, so you definitely can’t tell if he’s wearing it or not (he doesn’t take it off because he loves you he doesn’t like the sensation of the cold metal after taking it off/putting it on)

Didn’t really appreciate the gift, and just wore it on him, until one day, he stripped off to shower himself in the PM basement and heard a rattling coming from his neck

He looked down, fingers gently brushing over the locket that laid over his heart

His eyes traveled towards it as he opened it, staring at the small image of you smiling with a faint blush on your cheeks

He closes the locket with a soft sigh, similar to one he’d give you whenever you showed him a romantic gesture

Now he finds himself wondering if you’re going to come back for him (or if he’ll find himself coming back to you)

Pianoman:

Gifted you a locket before you gave him one: snuck up behind you and placed the locket around your neck before fastening it and placing a kiss on your hair

it was his idea to make a locket for you with a picture of him, so he was happy to see you reciprocate the gesture with the same gift

Upon receiving it, he still had the same gentle smile, but with a sparkle in his eyes as he looked at the gift, reaching for your hand and leaving a kiss on the back of it

“ Thank you, my sweet.”

Threaded the chain of the locket to a small loop on the inside of his vest’s left chest pocket (so that it’s closer to his heart); neatly tucked in the pocket so that it doesn’t fall out

When he’s alone, he’ll open up the locket to look at the small picture of you; it leaves a small smile on his face as he continues to do his work diligently (in short: he has a “this is who I’m doing it for” moment)

The necklace is a little stained by how often he touches it; will brush his fingers over the metal when he’s about to go on a mission/goes into work

He doesn’t give me the vibe that he kisses the locket, but he definitely likes to feel it beneath his bare fingers (he will take off his gloves to feel the metal, it calms him down)

At the end of work, he takes it out of his vest and usually puts it on a tray by his nightstand, but sometimes you’ll find him holding it in his hand as he’s falling asleep

His heart flutters whenever he notices you fidgeting with the locket he gave you

Lippmann:

since this man is EVERYWHERE, literally running around doing work from place to place you decided to gift him something that reminded him of you

He happily accepted the gift with a gentle smile and placed it around his neck

“ Does it look good on me, darling?” You nod. “ Good, now I’ll be able to take you with me everywhere.”

I was going to say that he carries it in a pocket or something, but similar to Verlaine, he wears it underneath his clothes, making sure that it’s close to his chest

Doesn’t take it off unless he absolutely needs to, and when he does, he places it back in it’s box, making sure it’s tucked safely away

If someone happens to spot the necklace that he’s wearing (say a costume assistant/one of the flags) he’s such a bragger-

“ Oh this? My darling gave it to me. The locket has such a beautiful picture or them. Aren’t they so sweet? Gifting me such a lovely reminder of them.”

[insert romantic sigh from Lippmann, and Chuuya rolling his eyes and silently gagging]

He does not shut up about it and you- he loves you too much

Before every mission, performance, meeting, etc. he’ll pull out the locket, placing a soft kiss on the metal before tucking it back under his shirt

If he has some down time and is reading a book, if he’s not with you, his hand will pull out the necklace from his neck and wrap it around his fingers as he often holds your hand as he reads with his other hand

[thanks for reading until the end! thank you to anon for requesting once again >:D i'm still on hiatus, but i'm writing little by little when i find the motivation- if you'd like to support me further, feel free to leave a tip on my kofi or send me a comm! <3]

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[fyodorloveclub]

au calme clair de lune triste et beau

pairing: paul verlaine x reader

cw: vaginal sex, cunnilingus, fem pet names, creampie, french people

notes: first verlaine fic yay! its very fluffy and sweet bc i needed verlaine to cosplay being a nice person ♡ huge thank you to @amythedemisimp for helping me with the tiny bit of french so i didnt look like a complete idiot ♡♡ much love

wc: 2k

“Mmm, good morning, darling,” Verlaine mumbled into your hair as he felt you stir next to him. 

You barely heard him, brain still foggy from only just opening your eyes, but smiled as he wrapped his long arms tighter around your waist. He snaked his hands under the baggy t-shirt you were wearing to press his warm hands against your skin, making you giggle. You intertwined your fingers with his that were resting on your stomach pulling him even closer to you. Nothing ever made you feel safer and more at peace than when you were wrapped in Verlaine’s arms, especially on lazy mornings like this. 

It was the weekend, and you had no idea what time it was, could only see the growing sunlight filtering in through the curtains of the large bay window, and the snores of your cat still curled up in his bed in the corner of the room. The thick comforter draped over you was all tangled up around the two of you as a remnant of Verlaine’s slightly violent sleeping habits, and you laughed quietly to yourself as you remember being woken up at least twice by clumsy flopping and kicking and the incoherent conversations he had with himself in his sleep. 

“What are you laughing about?” he asked, voice deep and scratchy. Though he sounds accusatory, you could feel his toothy smile against the back of your neck as he snuggled closer to you.

“Oh, nothing,” you teased. “Just the 30 minute long argument you seemed to be having with Chuuya in your sleep last night. Brotherly love at its finest.”

“Oh, really? What were we fighting about?”

“I'm not really sure, I think he was asking for your approval to propose to Dazai, and you were so not on board.” Verlaine chuckled. “There were plenty of slurred exclamations of ‘Chuuya, you idiot!’ and intense groaning.” 

“Definitely sounds like how that would go down.” 

You felt the deep, comforting grumble of his chest as he laughed, and thought about how much you wished you could freeze this moment and live in it forever. The warmth radiating from his skin and the way his body melded perfectly against yours, all in the hushed quiet of a morning with no alarms or schedules to meet. 

Verlaine tugged on your waist a bit as a signal to look at him, and you flopped over on your side to gaze dreamily into his silvery-blue eyes. 

“Hi, pretty,” he whispered, a lopsided smile spreading across his face. You blushed and smiled back, somehow still flustered at his flirting after all this time. 

He rested a hand on your bare hip as he slowly leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, and you sighed contentedly into it. You reached up to gently run your hands through his silky, long blonde hair that you only ever got to see down at night. It started out as a gentle kiss, but your involuntary groans as his familiar lips moved against yours encouraged Verlaine, dipping his tongue into your mouth. He looked at you sideways when you groaned again but pulled back, wrinkling your nose. 

“I love you, but your morning breath tastes pretty bad,” you giggled, making him roll his eyes.

“Guess I’ll have to kiss somewhere else, then,” he said with a tone of feigned defeat. 

Before your still-foggy head could process what he said, Verlaine was all of a sudden flipping you onto your back and snaking between your legs, spreading them and kissing at the soft skin of your inner thighs. All you did was smile and let your head fall back against the pillow.

“No protest?” he asked, words muffled.

“None at all.”

Verlaine happily went back to working on your thighs, biting softly as he worked his way upward. Once he got where he wanted to be he made eye contact with you before slowly shimmying your panties down your  legs, leaving you naked from the waist down. Placing your legs over his shoulders for better access, you moaned in anticipation of what was to come. 

Now he was pressing light kisses to your outer lips, running his tongue up and down your slit. He used two fingers to spread you open, staring mesmerized for just a moment at your quickly moistening pussy. Just the sight of Verlaine buried in between your legs, mouth on you alone was enough to get you dripping. His arms wrapped around your thighs, hands coming to rest on your pelvis before leaning further in, using his tongue to gather up some of the slick that had already begun trickling out of you. You could feel the mmmmm he grumbled against your pussy as he tasted you. 

Finally, he dipped his tongue inside you, pulling a deep moan from your throat as he flicked his tongue expertly against your clit, his hot mouth feeling heavenly against your already pulsing pussy. 

“Oh, god, Paul,” you whined.

He smiled before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking as he continued to circle his tongue around it, reminding you that he knew your body better than anyone else. Verlaine knew exactly how to touch you and push your buttons to have you melting in his hands, and he happily put this knowledge to good use.

He soon dipped his head lower to lap up more of your juices, while dragging his tongue through your folds. Verlaine tapped your thigh to get you to look him in the eyes before he slid his tongue into your hole, pleased with the gasps and moans tumbling out of your mouth. He would’ve smirked if his mouth weren’t full of your pussy. Then it’s Verlaine who’s gasping as your hands found their way into his hair and tug, fingernails scratching at his scalp. Desperate to ride his tongue, he had to hold down your hips as you involuntarily thrusted into his mouth.

Unwrapping one of his arms from your legs so he could palm himself through his boxers, Verlaine shivered at the friction against his growing erection. His tongue pumped in, out, and around your hole as he pulled his cock out and circled his fist around it.

“P-Paul,” you gasped. He looked up at you, eyes dark and sultry and face covered in saliva and slick. “Make love to me, please.”

Verlaine lifted his mouth off of you before nodding wordlessly, crawling from between your legs to hover over you. All of your labored breaths were swallowed as he once again pressed his lips against yours, melding your mouths together.

“You like tasting yourself?”  he asked. All you did was kiss him back hungrily.

The kiss was messy, all teeth and tongue and drool as your hands clumsily snaked down his body to tug at the waistband of his boxers, signaling him to pull away so he could undress. You were both fully naked now, your old sleep shirt having been thrown off a while ago, and you relished in the intimacy of the moment. The intimacy of knowing exactly how to make your lover feel good and doing exactly that, of showing love unabashedly, fully exposed and on display for each other. You trusted Verlaine with your entire being.

Not many words were needed as you could read each other’s minds and bodies better than your favorite books, and it felt only natural as he positioned the two of you, pestering you regularly over if you were comfortable or not.

Verlaine peppered sweet kisses all over your face as he hovered over you, and you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Ready, ma chérie?” he asked in his typical sultry, sexy voice. You bit your lip and smiled in response.

He leaned back so he run his cock through your folds to gather some slick, making you cry out as the tip nudged your swollen clit. Then he was lining himself up with your hole before slowly pushing in. Your breath hitched as you struggled to stretch around his thick length, eyes screwed shut.

“Doing so, so good for me, beautiful,” Verlaine whispered as encouragement, each word punctuated with a chaste kiss to your lips, cheeks, or forehead.

Your legs came to wrap tightly around his thin waist as he bottomed out, and you couldn’t help the cries you let out. He stayed still for a moment, balls resting heavily against your ass, as you adjusted your hips to try and encourage the tight ring of muscle to relax. Verlaine was always so patient with you, so sweet and accommodating, and it made your heart swell.

Once you gave him a silent nod and smile of approval, he hiked your legs further up his waist before slowly pulling back out, eyes focused on you and your expression the whole time. Pulling all the way out so only the tip was still inside, he thrusted back into you with a little more speed, prompting a high-pitched moan from you. The feeling of being completely filled by your lover was so comforting yet so intoxicating, and you clenched hard around his length.

“More!” you groaned.

“Of course.”

Verlaine’s lips attached to your neck and sucked at the sensitive skin underneath your jaw as he slowly began to build up a rhythm, the wet friction of his thrusts sending pleasure coursing through your veins with every movement.

He held your body close to his as he fucked you and cherished the moment. All of his senses were on fire: the sounds and smells of sex and sweat, the lingering taste of your pussy, and the sight of you clinging onto him as you cried out his name.

“Ma p’tite minette,” he whispered into your ear, French accent thick. “Je t'aime.”

My little kitten. You whined at the words, returning a garbled je t’aime back to him while he pumped his cock in and out of you.

You could tell Verlaine was getting close to cumming as you felt his cock throb inside you, and your suspicions were confirmed as his pace increased.

“Inside, please,” you groaned, and he knew exactly what you meant.

His hand slithered between your bodies and used his slim fingers to rub circles over your throbbing, neglected clit. You immediately cried out at the touch, hips bucking wildly into the touch as your senses were overwhelmed. It didn’t take long for you to cum, whines, screams, and cries of his name all falling past your lips as your orgasm spread from your core to your fingers and toes.

The cream that had gathered on his cock amplified the dirty squelching noises in the room, and Verlaine was grunting and fucking into you hard as he chased his own high. You tensed the walls of your pussy tight around his cock to encourage him, and soon he was moaning as he spilled his hot cum inside you, eyes screwed shut as he was overtaken by his own orgasm.

Verlaine pulled out of you slowly, falling down next to you on the bed as you both attempted to catch your breath. Upset at the distance, you flopped back over, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest. He chuckled as he caught you, holding you close while he ran his fingertips softly up and down your back.

The light shining through the window was brighter now, and you could hear birds chirping from outside. Everything was still, everything was peaceful, and you felt safe being held tight by your lover.

#verlaine x reader #bsd verlaine #paul verlaine #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs smut #flora’s fics

[duckduckgoose-exe]

VERLAINE X F!READER HEADCANONS!!

-he leaves you for a man 😍🫶

-not just any man but his ex partner whom he shot and is still gay in love with 😉🤭

#Verlaine bsd #rimlaine #Rimbaud bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo gay dogs #verlaine x reader #I forgot the obligatory x fem reader so sorry

[verlaines-corner-archive]

Verlaine. Verlaines arms. Just. Arms. His. I want him to choke me , I want to claw at his forearms and see them bleed. See the muscles flex as he uses his ability or punches smth, bite into it.

Pull off his gloves and kiss his fingers , he wants to pull away, he killed so many with those hands , he thinks you shouldn't touch smth so. Vile , but they're soft with how he takes care of them. Holding pinkies with him when you see him zone out in public, bad thoughts again. Just ground him with the smallest touch. Feel hid arms wrap around you whole in a hug , hold you tight , as if you were going to leave. Are they hot, are they cold to touch, bigger than yours or more slender?

Thoughts?

First of all:

☆ Verlaine’s arms are so fucking strong I just know it. Despite his build Paul is an absolute powerhouse of physical strength and his arms absolutely reflect that. Big and you can see the way his muscles move whenever he does anything and god he could probably lift you up with one hand even without his ability. And he is such a cunt about it all too, especially during sex. He’s using his strength to his advantage to hold you down or maybe yeah choke you (though he’s a little hesitant to do this, especially at first).

☆ On a more tender note however, he is incredibly gentle when touching you in general. Paul is all too aware of just how dangerous he is, how a singular touch from him could kill you within seconds, and though he's all but mastered his ability I think there is a constant hesitation in every single touch, a fear of accidently loosing control [not that he would, of course, but Paul is anything if not full of self doubt].

☆ Which is also very worth mentioning, by the by. While Verlaine has a very odd relationship with pride [to put it politely] and he firmly believes that his touch taints you. Not because he's an assassin or killer, but because he simply isn't human. Lines of code don't deserve such gentle touches and he fails to believe he could give them either. He's, as you said, vile, wholly undeserving and incapable of either giving or receiving love.

☆ Which is very very wrong, of course, but the process to showing him that requires a lot of patience. Hand kisses [or hand touches in general] are an excellent way to start though. Like you said they're grounding, tethering him to the moment and reminding him that there is someone who cares for him.

☆ Verlaine is constantly alone I think, there's really no changing this, no getting rid of the isolation that comes with being, well, a program, but your touches help lessen it. Feeling your fingers on his, seeing the way you kiss the small scars littering his hands, the way you reach out for him almost unthinkingly while walking together, it all builds up over time and it results in a feeling of almost peace. There'll always the an urge to pull away, but it becomes miniscule over time.

☆ Paul's love of you starts to cause him to love himself, because if you can touch him with such gentleness and fondness then maybe there really is something there worth it all, and it manifests in his touch first. No longer hesitant, he places his hands on your body with confidence and reverence and with enough time it leads to him fully accepting your own affections too. Paul simply has to learn to properly give before that can happen, but your touch and love inspires him to - at the very least - try.

☆ Appearance wise, Verlaine's hands look strong, sturdy. Never seen shaking or anything like that, they move with purpose and grace, elegant like a bowstring and just as strong. His hands are veiny and rather big, though slightly slender in shape. Paul's fingers are long and skilled, with filed down nails and he often wears clear nail polish. There are also undoubtably several scars on them too, though for the most part they're very small, with the most notable one being a scar that goes from between his ring/middle finger and down the back of his hand, extending to his elbow. Other features worth mentioning are a mole on his right wrist and small burn scare on his right pointer finger [he says it's from something cool but he accidently touch the kettle while it was boiling]. Temperature wise his hands are very warm and nice.

#✧ library shelves ✧ #darling noodles ♡ #happy bday again verlaine hehe #bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #verlaine x reader #bsd verlaine #paul verlaine

[cheriiyaya]

If you read Storm bringer, then you'll know that Verlaine is hiding in his basement waiting for a "storm". Clearly, this storm wasn't whatever the fuck Fukuchi's plan was, so it must be something else. While Bram is with Aya, he said he is the "Lord" and "the storm". So, what if this is foreshadowing Verlaine's comeback and more history about Bram?

Edit: To be more specific, what if Bram's the storm that Verlaine is waiting for?

#bungou stray dogs #bungou sd #bsd verlaine #bsd bram #bsd theories #bram x reader #verlaine x reader #storm bringer

[akutasoda]

I FINALLY THOUGHT OF AN ABILITY THAT GOES WITH MY 🌀-

so..reader with Bsd boys who ability is a time loop? She makes time loops and can trap herself or others in it. Whatever time the reader made the time loops—whatever went on in that time—will be in loop in her time loop.

Big problem is if someone or her goes in of the time loop and then leaves, they lose all track of time outside the time loop.

-🌀Anon!!

to the ends of time

synopsis - your ability either fascinated or terrified them

includes - dazai, kunikida, chuuya, verlaine

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, wc - 625

a/n: hello anon! i will admit i had to read this a few times haha but absolutely adore this!

osamu dazai ★↷

↪the very first time he heard of your ability he was immediately curious and rather enamored by it. he found the concept not only amazing but very useful. but was mostly curious to see if it actually worked on him.

↪thus volunteering himself one night to be thrown into a time loop. now how i had interpreted the time loop is you choosing a point from the past and then it will go to the current time before looping. and so somehow it had worked, maybe it was because he never touched you when you transported him.

↪and when you brought him out of it he immediately felt disorientated and had no clue what time or day it was. you tried to hold back laughter as you told him everything about the little side effects. he was never letting you do that again.

↪but now knowing that whenever he saw you use it on yourself he would immediately be at your side when you got out. while you may be more accustomed to the side effects it still did get to you, and it took all of dazai's strength not to tease you by lying about it.

doppo kunikida ★↷

↪intialy kunikida was indifferent toward your ability, it was yet another part of you. sure it was a slightly more terrifying part of you but he thought no more of it than that.

↪would absolutely always refuse if you asked if he would like to see what it was like. maybe if you pestered him enough he would very reluctantly do it but you would have to almost immediately bring him back out. did not enjoy how confused he was afterwards.

↪but then again also would look out for you when you placed yourself in your timeloop to ensure you weren't that disorientated. although does additionally think that your time loops were pretty cool.

↪pity you can't use it on some of his co-workers to ensure they do their work and can't leave until its completed(dazai).

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪quite liked your ability, he thought it was unique, interesting and paired quite well with his. although would never admit that he was slightly scared that he might end up in one of your time loops.

↪would do it just to see what it was like after your insistence on it being not that bad. was initially very shocked about how detailed the time loop was, if he didn't know any better he would think nothing had happened. but as soon as you pulled him out he felt so disorientated and now hated going into the loop.

↪you had told him about the little side effect and now he understood why you always looked so confused once you used it on yourself. so then made it his mission to make sure that you used it on yourself in his presence to ensure your disorientation lasted as little as possible.

paul verlaine ★↷

↪found your ability not only useful and interesting but very cool. it held alot of potential with many things but he would never force you to use it. did very quickly become interested in what actually being in the time loop was like.

↪so much so that he would actively ask you to try it on him. and eventually you caved in and used it on him while he was asking you mid sentence. admittedly you had left him in there for a long while so when he left it, he was much more disorientated than normal. he was absolutely stunned about how perfect of a copy it was inside.

↪although thought it could do without the disorientation. maybe if that wasn't a side effect he would've asked to use it for his work. but still admired it afterwards.

#🌀 anon↩ #x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bsd kunikida #kunikida x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd verlaine #verlaine x reader

[wwouldvecouldveshouldve]

would they use pet names?

[ ft. verlaine, poe, ranpo, dazai, chuuya ]

Probably not. He'd want to remember you by your name alone; he could recognize it anywhere and it only belonged to you.

He'd call you all sorts of things, but he'd certainly remember you by your name, or maybe a nickname if he thought your name wasn't fitting enough. Regardless, he'd never forget it.

Poe could call you every positive adjective in the dictionary and more. He'd write a poem every time he thought about you (which is almost every waking moment... anyways. He's down bad, but he prefers uncommon words that sound gorgeous (not quite on your level, nothing is according to him, (no word is on a higher level than your own name, but sometimes he doesn't feel worthy to use it) but I digress).

Ranpo will use pet names when he feels like it. Sometimes he'll call you his angel, precious, everything, or times you're just idiot or your own name. The best days are when he shares his candy with you, not when he's calling you angel so you can get his candy.

Chuuya prefers doll, or names to show how precious you are to him. Words aren't his thing so much, but if you need him to tell you how gorgeous (YOU ARE) he thinks you are, then he'll reassure you of how beautiful you are to him however many times you need.

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AAAAA hello again!

two posts in one day... damn I'm feeling inspired lately. i love seeing you all, soooooo likes, reblogs, and comments are all appreciated. remember that requests are open, and i LOVEEE to chat with you all whenever in general. <33 love you all, and have a wonderful day/night! :)

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[dinaanana]

What If Verlaine Trained Teenager!Reader?

the Character is from Stormbringer Novel

synopsis: Fluff/Crack

Paul Verlaine x Teenager!Reader (Platonic!)

(He's so pretty)

(Pretend you're Also a stormbringer Character aswell)

So first of all This Man is strict asf. so Brace Yourselves

(Didn't he also Train Kyouka and Gin? Yeah)

There's no problem with training you either

If you already know Any type of Martial Arts or MMA he's Glad to hear that.

When he Looks at you working out and f you do Something he doesn't like? You get the exercises wrong? He's making you Do 50 Push ups 50 Sit Ups and yeah☠️

And if you're still lazy Then you'll be doing 100 instead of 50 (He is really nice isn't he)

(Obv he trains You in his musty ass Basement)

Sometimes Chuuya Watches As His big Brother Trains you He's just Standing there like 🧍 while you're fighting for your own Life

And when you look at him with Tired eyes and drenched In sweat Asking for Help? he just Smirks and Shakes his Head

Verlaine doesn't care about Your age if you're young or not if you think that you're young and he's gonna go easy on you Nah you're wrong .

You're Training to be an Assassin for the Port mafia. After all

Not only he teaches you martial arts but he also teaches you how to use A gun a Knife Anything for self defence

''Oh my god I'm tired'' You whine as you Lay on your back all sweaty and breathing heavily

'Did I hear something?'' He Looks down At your lying form

''I- no-'' You know what's coming Next.

''Im not deaf,You're doing 100 push ups and 100 sit ups Right now.'' He Says in Stern tone with his French accent

We also Know that To become an Assasin you have to get used to Alot of Gore.

I mean You gotta see some Gorey shit everyday You're a Mafioso After all.

Training with him is Bit Intense

But you'll become Stronger and It boosts your confidence Everyday Around other Ppl soo It's worth it 100%

You're literally being trained By king of Assassin's how could you not be strong I mean.. you can knock Down 10 Grown men With Just Using your fists

After Years of training He asks you to have Hand to hand combat With Him

Well you put up A great right but you still lose ''You may not win against me But you put Up a great fight.Thing The Members older than you in Port Mafia can't do..'' He Says

(Bro the things I'll do To be trained by This Man omg I don't mean it cuz I simp for him and not in A creepy way tho☠️)

After Training for like Years You go on your first Mission and guess what

When you come back With the mission accomplished

You go down in the basement to tell him the News but he already knows That,Ge Comes near you looking down at you and He Pats u on Shoulder ''Good Job.'' with His French accent.

He's like a Proud dad when his Kid Gets high score in elementary school omg

He also Tells you to read books (If you don't like reading them) He'll tell you That Assasin Are suppose to be Smart and not dumb Like you (Not to Insult you just to Get you to read Them)

You agree after that and ask him what type Of books you shall read and he Suggest you to read Some detective Books By Some Authors Like Agatha Christie and etc.

And if you already read Alot of books? he praises you and tells you you're doing Great

(Except If you read Wattpad stories ☠️)

Anyways

Training with him is Amazing but Very I mean very exhausting even thought you Barely Can walk after all the Exercises and Training

Id rate him

10/10 tho

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[shirolynx]

«Priorities»

Summary: You have an ability that erases your memories when you overuse it, and Verlaine is not very happy about it.

Warnings: a little angst (?), sfw

A/N: First post! Sorry if it's confusing or messy. I just felt like writing something about him!🎐

Word count: 2886

You tiptoed through the hideout, trying to get to your room without being seen by anyone. Being ignored by everyone outside was not so hard since it was really early in the morning, so it was going smoothly… until you stepped into the underground shelter. Something inside you told you that you should be more careful than before, that you had to get to your room without being seen by anyone. The blood in your clothes should be the reason why you had to be careful to not be seen, but you didn’t feel like that was the main reason.

All you knew was that you had to get to your room and get cleaned up.

You went past the large training rooms, but stopped when you were about to turn in one corner, just when you heard slow footsteps coming towards you. You looked around to find somewhere to hide. You were focused on that task, but you noticed right away when the footsteps stopped near you. If you tried to look around the corner, you were sure you would see that person a couple of meters away, standing in the hallway. So, you didn’t move, waiting for the person to do something.

“Just come out already,” his voice was clear in the silent hallway.

You slowly obeyed, first showing your face. You had to get through that hallway to get to your room. But as you saw his tired face, you instantly knew your gut had been telling you to avoid him at all costs. You stood in front of him and hid your hands behind your back, somehow threatened just by his stare. One of his hands was holding a book, and his free hand found its way to his hip, clearly waiting for you to say something. You couldn’t help but look at the white gloves he was wearing, not daring to hold his intimidating gaze.

“Good morning, sir.”

Verlaine sighed tiredly as he looked at your clothes. He knew what had happened just from the way you had addressed him.

“Again?” You felt chills when something inside you recognized his exhausted tone. You knew him, you had definitely seen him before. You just couldn’t remember.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for, do you?”

You swallowed and shook your head, feeling scolded. And, oddly enough, also feeling a sense of familiarity. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

Verlaine was upset. He was tired of this situation. When you were brought to be trained, he was aware of your ability and the enormous drawback it had. Your ability was greatly useful; you could go back in time, up to 5 seconds into the past. But using it more than five times in a short amount of time caused memory loss. It didn’t just erase some random memories; it almost wiped off everything from your mind. Therefore, when you were brought to him, you didn’t remember anything. And Verlaine didn’t even know where his boss had found you, he just knew he had to train you.

But he already found it bothersome how you were so careless about your ability. He thought you relied too much on it, and he was irritated by how you didn’t care about losing your memories. Verlaine never told you how much it bothered him, though. He just had to train you. But how could he train you if you were going to forget everything he was going to teach you?

Much to his surprise, you already had some basic knowledge of fighting and stealth. You were a fast learner, so it angered him even more when you came back from small missions you were sent to without remembering anything. But, somehow, you did remember everything he taught you. Maybe it was muscle memory, or that you learnt everything to do it automatically, as if it was breathing. It was innate. And lucky enough, you also remembered where the hideout was, so you always returned.

But that wasn’t enough. Verlaine still reluctantly kept on training you, never understanding why you weren’t so worried about your memories. He knew that you could start remembering if there was something that could trigger those memories, but it was extremely risky. And having to make you remember stuff over and over again was starting to annoy him more.

“Is any of that blood yours?” he asked, pointing at your clothes. You looked down at your shirt.

“No, it is not. I’m fine.”

“You better be fine; you have training after lunch.” He walked past you. “Go take a shower and eat something before you have some rest.”

You nodded before obeying. It was 6 a.m., so you hurried to get cleaned. When you walked in the resting room after the shower, you found that man there, reading in a chair. The view was, once again, oddly familiar. He didn’t take his attention away from the book when you took an apple and sat on another couch, eating slowly. You sighed quietly when you noticed he didn’t care at all about your presence.

You still threw some glances at him, trying to remember his name. You didn’t find it strange when he told you that you had training that afternoon. In fact, your gut told you he was your instructor. You didn’t remember how your relationship with him was, but he was clearly mad at you, so it wasn’t a good one. It made you feel beyond uncomfortable.

You supposed he despised you.

And you were not wrong.

But you two never had a big argument. You couldn’t say anything back when Verlaine scolded you, because most of the times he had his reasons when doing so.

So, you just had to get out of there as soon as you could, to let that man live in peace.

“When will the training be over?” You asked him lowering your voice, scared to upset him even more by distracting him from his reading.

He took a moment before answering, “Depends on you.”

He turned the page, and you took the chance to look better at him. He had bags under his eyes. Then you tried to look at the title of the book, and something in your mind clicked.

“Have you been reading all night? When I left last night, you had just started the book.”

Verlaine raised an eyebrow, seeming curious. “You remember now? I guess this is a new record, you usually take much longer to start remembering.” He paused, and you diverted your gaze, not willing to distract him anymore since he didn’t even answer your question. “But I bet you still don’t remember my name.”

You tried really hard to remember, but you couldn’t. “I’m sorry,” you finally said.

“At least now you know why you’re apologizing.”

His passive-aggressive comments started to annoy you.

“Right,” you scoffed before standing up and throwing the scraps of the apple to the trash can, situated on a corner of the resting room. You found scraps of a pear there, too. Your mind clicked again. “I’ll go to sleep. You should sleep too, Verlaine.”

His eyes finally landed on you as you started to walk away. “You’re definitely breaking records this morning. I didn’t have to tell you my name this time.”

But you didn’t look back, and you didn’t see him again until training time. You had slept for a few hours, but you were still terribly tired. And he clearly noticed that. At least he left his rudeness aside during your training, and you stayed as quiet as you could. Once it was over, you sat on the floor drinking some water. Verlaine watched you silently, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.

“I don’t know what you do out there that you have to rely so much on your ability, but I will take a wild guess by what I see here. You still must increase your speed and learn to react fast. You think too much before making a decision.”

You nodded, “I know. In my defence, today I was really tired”.

“If you had come back earlier, you would have had more rest, and we could have had training this morning.”

“I can’t choose when to be called for a mission.”

“But did it have to take you eight hours to complete that mission? After so much training?” He closed his eyes, trying to remain calm.

You didn’t like the disappointment in his voice. And it irritated you that, despite him knowing you had memory losses, he acted as if you still should know how to do everything fast and perfectly.

“Is that the reason why you are angry?”

“It is not. I just don’t understand you,” he finally admitted. “Why would you overuse your ability time and time again, knowing very well you’ll forget so much? Don’t you feel bad about it?”

“Why would I feel bad?” You frowned, feeling attacked.

“Don’t you feel alone?” Verlaine paused, watching how the question shocked you. Your grip on the bottle of water tightened a bit, and your gaze turned to the bottle, not knowing what to answer. “You don’t remember anyone. You don’t know where you came from, and you don’t have anyone close to you that can help you remember. So far, you usually remember stuff because I’m here. I suppose you overuse it because you want to help those around you that are affected in a fight. But is it worth it, being alone as long as you help others? Do those strangers help you remember, or help you feel less disorientated, when you lose your memory after helping them?”

You already knew you were being used as a weapon. Assassinating was no ordinary job, and being good at it was difficult. You had some innate talent for it, that’s why you were brought there in the first place. But Verlaine's words were harsh, and they triggered something in your mind that brought back a few more memories.

He had never talked to you like that. You remember him being distant at first, training you as strictly as possible. But you now remembered him telling you once that the training was usually brief, and the best results were always assured. The training was taking longer than it should, and maybe that was part of the reason why he was upset about you forgetting. But what he was saying had nothing to do with it.

“I understand having to repeat stuff to me is really annoying to you. And I understand that having me here for longer than it should because the memory losses affect the training might hurt your ego and patience. But I don’t understand why you’re bringing up the fact that I’m alone.” You stood up, still not wanting to look at him. You were hurt by that thought.

Verlaine didn’t want you there, he was tired of your shit, and when you had to leave, there wouldn’t be anyone else to help you remember.

“I bring it up because the fact that you overuse your ability means that you are way too selfless. I know for a fact that you don’t use your ability to help yourself. So, I just wonder how you manage to get through that loneliness while someone else goes home to the people they love.”

“How are you so sure that I don’t use it for myself?” You walked towards him, willing to confront him, feeling more hurt as he spoke.

“Because you are the most talented person I have ever trained.” Verlaine didn’t move as he said that. He wasn’t threatened at all by the fact that you were now standing in front of him, feeling hurt and angered by his truthful words. “You wouldn’t get badly injured easily.”

You should have felt proud of that. Verlaine admitting you were his best trainee should have been something to be proud of. But you couldn’t.

“Then haven’t you thought that maybe I don’t mind forgetting because I just want to forget?” This time, he was the one to raise his eyebrows in surprise. “You’re training me to kill. Haven’t you thought that maybe I want to forget atrocious things I’ve heard, said and done?”

“If you care so much about others, you shouldn’t be here in the first place.”

“I had no choice. I might not remember what happened before I ended up here, but I can tell you for sure, I had no choice.” You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “I’m sorry that my weakness affects the training because I put others as a priority, when my priorities should be you and your training. So, since you clearly don’t care about others, including me, you have two options. You can teach me how to not care enough to overuse my ability for others, or you can tell your boss to let me go because I’m not as prodigious as he thought. Being alone is something I’ll have to get used to eventually, no matter if I lose my memories or not.”

You noticed how the surprise in his face faded. And, for the first time, you even saw a faint glow in his eyes. He unfolded his arms and took a step forward, and to your surprise, Verlaine raised his hands and placed them carefully but firmly on your jaw, making sure you didn’t divert your gaze from him.

“You are finally making progress; you just found out your biggest weakness. Now, listen to me; you can’t stop caring about others, that’s not something you can learn. But I want you to be good enough to help others before anything happens, so that you don’t have to use your ability and go back in time. If you can do that, you won’t feel so alone, because you could at least remember me.” He showed a small smirk. “So, I want you to remember what you just said. I need you to finally analyse your situation and set your priorities right. Even if you think that forgetting will help you feel better about killing... It won’t be that way. If you keep forgetting, or if you end up not caring for others, then there’s nothing out there that will keep you fighting. You don’t want to end up like me, do you?”

You didn’t answer. You tried to focus on his words and on his soft voice, but you were also distracted by the feeling of the leather of his gloves touching your face and neck, and his soft gaze. It was the first time Verlaine had spoken to you so softly. It was as if he had finally set aside the hatred he felt towards you.

Verlaine knew deep down he hated how you were losing yourself because of others. He found it terrible how you couldn’t even see that you were being used by coworkers who just pretended to be nice; how uglily they were using a kind soul for their own benefit. He tried to hide that hatred with other reasons, because he knew that if he had just told you, you wouldn’t have cared at all. And now he understood why you wouldn't have cared.

Because even if you had forgotten —even if you remembered and then forgot over again— you both had shared memories he really cherished. You had spent more time with him than other trainees had, and that meant you got to see more of him. You always asked him about his favourite books, about the poetry he always wrote, and about his opinions on different matters. And sometimes, you even got to see him smile genuinely at your voiced thoughts. He felt upset about him remembering and you forgetting all the conversations you both had had, somehow feeling a bit closer than usual. Because he somehow appreciated how you asked him things without being invasive.

But Verlaine now understood that the things you did outside were affecting you heavily, and that’s why you wanted to forget every once in a while. Your desire to erase those things from your memories was bigger than holding your memories of him. He couldn’t blame you because of it, but still, he couldn’t help but feel hate building up inside him because of it. He selfishly wanted to be more important than that, and he wanted you to see that erasing your memories was never a true solution.

And now, Verlaine knew what he had to do.

“Your training will end once you don’t have to rely on your ability,” he let you know, slowly letting go of your face. “I won’t let you go until you don’t feel weak, and until you learn to remember.”

His kind voice brought tears to your eyes.

“You don’t think that training me is a waste of time?”

“I don’t think that at all. But you can’t rely on me to help you remember every single time, so you must stop this.”

Verlaine waited for you to say something else with the same small smirk on his lips.

“I’ll stop using it,” you accepted.

“Good. I’ll make sure you don’t regret anything. You don’t have to care so much about how long the training will last in the meantime.”

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[cloudyyoimiya]

Hiiii :)

First of all, it's nice that you are back. I hope you had fun with your friend!

Secondly, I saw your post about wanting more Verlaine requests, so could I please request something for him? Maybe reader comforting him when he gets homesick for France? Headcannons or a scenario prehaps? You can choose if yandere or not.

Take your time and make sure to stay hydrated (it's scorching hot where I am 🥵) and have a great day/night!

i’m sorry i got to this late!! it’s been hot where i live too… i hate the weather here. its horrendous. anyways, thank you for requesting! i had fun writing this <3

A Taste of Home; Paul Verlaine

Format; Headcanons and scenario

Genre; Fluff

Possible warnings; None

Word count; 1123

Little note; Translations are at the bottom :)

Unedited.

Verlaine never thought that he was one to miss France. So many bad things had happened to him in that country, an example of it being his creation. But sometimes when he did think about his somewhat good memories, he would miss the culture of his homeland. He also missed speaking French because learning English was hard enough, but Japanese? He was too proud of admit that he struggled speaking in both languages.

One time you brought up purchasing an expensive bottle of wine from France to Verlaine, but his facial expression alone showed you that he was longing to go back to his homeland. You felt bad that he was unable to travel back to France due to his current situation in the Port Mafia’s basement, so you thought that you’d try to bring his culture back to him.

You looked up how to make French cuisine and French pastries. It was hard at first, but after enough practice while Verlaine wasn’t around, you eventually got the hang of it. Hopefully a taste of home would do him some good.

You also started to learn a little bit of French. Sometimes you could see how he struggled to form sentences that weren’t in his native tongue, so you thought that it would be a pleasant surprise for him to be able to speak comfortably in French.

Though you would have to admit, learning French was hard. The grammar is much different than how it is in English, and the way you pronounce certain letters gave you a little bit of trouble. Honestly, it’s surprising how your boyfriend didn’t hear you cursing late at night because you couldn’t figure out how to say certain words.  

By the time you set up your little surprise, you didn’t know how to speak French fluently, but you knew enough to hold up a small conversation.

…

You couldn’t help but be nervous as you finished up the final meal preparations. Recently, Verlaine has been showing signs of missing his homeland, France. For anyone else it would be hard to pick up on these signs because your boyfriend was rather stoic, but for you, it was quite clear to you.

You felt bad that he was unable to travel back to France due to his current situation with the mafia, but there wasn’t much you could do besides having him leave the mafia’s basement for a day or so.

As you were setting up the dinner table, you heard a knock on the door to your apartment. You quickly finished putting down the dining utensils and rushed to the door, straightening out your outfit as you did so. You then opened the door and looked up at Verlaine, offering him a small smile.

“Hello, my dear,” you said as you opened your door fully. “Come in, come in!”

Verlaine gave you a small smile of his own and entered your apartment. He then took out of the bouquet of roses that he was hiding behind his back and offered them to you. “Here, I got these for you.”

“Oh! They’re beautiful!” You exclaimed as you took the bouquet from his hands. You then took a small sniff of the roses and chuckled. “And they smell good too. Thank you, Paul.”

Verlaine simply nodded and he took off his coat. He placed it onto your coat rack then looked down at you, an awkward smile adorned his features. Despite all of the times he had bought you flowers, he was always scared of accidently messing up and getting you flowers you didn’t like.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat then started to speak gently. “I’m glad you like them. Anyways, you said you called me over for a date, right? What exactly will we be doing, chérie?”

“Ah, I just prepared some dinner is all,” you spoke as you went into the kitchen. You set down the roses onto your counter, then pulled out a vase from one of your many cabinets. “I think you’ll like it! I tried pretty hard to make it perfect.”

Verlaine walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin onto your shoulder. He silently watched as you prepared the roses of the vase. He was happy that you put so much care into the flowers, oddly enough.

“When was the last time you had coq au vin?” You suddenly asked as you put water into the vase.

Verlaine paused for a little bit, thinking. When he answered, he seemed a little bit unsure. “I’d have to say a few years ago. Why do you ask?”

“I made it for our dinner tonight,” you stated while putting the roses into the vase. You then gently took Verlaine’s arms off of you and walked over to the dining table. “I hope you like it! It took a little bit of trial and error, but I think it tastes good.”

Verlaine followed you and watched as you placed the vase of roses in the center of the dining room table. “You made coq au vin?”

“I did indeed. I noticed how you were starting to miss France, so that was the least I could do since I can’t physically bring you back to France.”

Your boyfriend let out a small chuckle and wrapped his arms around you once more, nuzzling into your neck. He was never one to show affection first, so this act was a pleasant surprise to you. You smiled as you hugged him back, content with the affection that Verlaine was showing.

“Je t'aime,” Verlaine murmured into your neck.

“Je t'aime aussi,” you said before you giggled.

Verlaine looked at you and quirked an eyebrow. “Tu parle Français?”

“Oui, mais seulement un peu,” you said with a smile. “Is my pronunciation okay?”

“It’s good for a beginner,” Verlaine chuckled. “Did you really do all of this for me? I find that hard to believe, chérie.”

“I really did do this all for you… I knew it’s not all that much, but it’s the thought that counts, right?”

“The thought very much counts,” Verlaine spoke as he kissed your cheek. “You’re adorable, chérie. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Just think of it as showing you how much I love you.”

Verlaine nodded and stopped hugging you with a genuine smile on his face. “Then I shall think of it that way.”

“Good! Now, the food might be getting cold. C’mon, let’s go eat before I have to go throw it in the microwave to reheat it,” you giggled.

“Alright, alright. Let’s go eat then.” Verlaine gave you another kiss, but this time on your lips. “I love you, my dear. Thank you again for doing all of this for me.”

Translations;

Chérie—Dear

Je t’aime (aussi)—I love you (too)

Tu parle Français?—You speak French?

Oui, mais seulement un peu—Yes, but only a little

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