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The Breaking

This is a continuation/prequel of my fic The Burning, which is inspired by Burn/First burn from Hamilton and features Marinette confronting Adrien. You can read it here. You can read the rest of the series here. This here is Chloe, Nino, and Kagami’s reactions to Adrien coming forward. I couldn’t actually do them confronting Adrien without making this really long, so I’ll do that as a second part. This does not have a song that it’s based on. Anyway, enjoy!

The Breaking

Nino was absently listening to the television while he brushed his teeth at the kitchen sink, wondering what kind of snack he should get on his way to work.

“Hey babe?” He yelled around his toothbrush.

Alya looked up from her files. “Yeah?”

“Blueberry or chocolate muffin?”

She laughed at him and he beamed. He loved her, and sometimes he couldn’t believe he had gotten to marry her.

“Banana,” she said decidedly. “Much healthier than chocolate, and it won’t make your teeth purple.”

“This is why I married you,” Nino told her. She smiled, shook her head, and turned back to her files, spread out on the couch. The TV turned to the news. Adrien appeared in front of a group of reporters.

“Al,” he said. She looked up and he pointed to the TV. “Adrien’s on the news. What do you think, new Gabriel line?”

Alya didn’t answer, just frowned and turned the volume up. Nino frowned too. She had an eye for things he didn’t, and he didn’t like the look she had on her face.

“Mr. Agreste!” One reporter called out on screen. “Can you tell us why you have called this conference?”

“Certainly,” Adrien said into the microphones clustered in front of him. “I am here today for one simple reason; to come clean.”

Nino stopped brushing his teeth and stared at the screen in confusion. What on earth would his best friend have to come clean about?

“This story starts with a fellow model,” Adrien said, his voice controlled. “A co-worker of mine, Mark Sandler, expressed confusion a few weeks ago as to why I was disappearing often, why I was more tired than usual. Why I was taking more jobs abroad. He came to a conclusion; that I was doing drugs.”

A murmur ran through the crowd. Nino stared in shock. Adrien? Drugs? Adrien?

“Monsieur Sandler was wrong,” Adrien announced calmly. “I was not doing drugs of any kind. But I was, however, engaging in an affair with another fellow model, Sophia Ketch.”

The toothbrush fell from Nino’s hand. Alya stood up. How… how could he do this? On the screen, Adrien steamed rolled on determinedly.

“The affair started eighteen months ago, during a modelling shoot in the Greek isles. Ketch and I were already friends, but, as the trip dragged on, we grew closer. Everything was fine, until one night. When, while under the influence of alcohol, we slept together.”

Oh god, oh god, oh god. Nino’s head was reeling, and he stumbled back from the screen, staring in horror. He loved Adrien, but this, this—he didn’t understand.

“I was ashamed,” Adrien said truthfully. “I regretted it, so very much. I asked Ketch to never to talk of it again. I made it clear that nothing would ever happen between us. We went back to normal for the next few days. We were cordial, and nothing more.”

Adrien took a breath and rubbed his face. Nino pitied him for a moment before he remembered what he was saying. Betrayal, even once, it was despicable.

“But then, just a few days later, we slept together again,” the model said on screen. Nino’s breath hitched. Again. Twice. And not even drunk.

“I can’t explain why; I was tired, I was stressed. But somehow, we decided that we would enjoy each other, at least until the trip ended. After, we would never speak of it again.”

“Marinette,” Alya whispered. Worry rose up and nearly choked Nino. Marinette, Marinette, what would she say? Did she know?

“Alya,” Nino said. She turned. He saw the accusations in her eyes. Did you know?

He shook his head. No, I swear. “What are we going to do?”

Alya fumbled for her phone, hands shaking with rage. “I have to tell Marinette—god is she going to be okay? Nino, Nino is she going to be okay?”

He didn’t know. He had known her since they had been children, but he didn’t know. How would she react?

Something in him was snapping, like a branch under pressure. As Adrien spoke, Nino felt some part of his love for him—break.

“Alya.” Tears welled up in his eyes and she came over to take his hands in hers. How could he claim to have known Adrien when he had lied to him for months? Lied to Marinette?

Alya saw his pain and shook her head helplessly. “Nino, Nino I know, I never thought he would—” she fell into silence for a moment, staring at the screen. “We need to find Marinette.”

Nino wiped away his tears and nodded, drawing himself up, bricking away that sore betrayal and broken trust. Marinette would be hurting more than he would. Her husband, his best friend.

“Let’s go,” he murmured, tearing his eyes away from the screen, from the friend he thought he could trust.

“Nino, are you sure you can do this?” Alya’s eyes were soft but unforgiving. “If you dare try to excuse what he’s done—”

“How could you say that?” he shot back. “Marinette has been my friend since childhood. I love her like my own blood. Adrien—” pain, raw, horrible hurtful pain “—he, he’s nothing now. To me. I feel—nothing.”

Alya shook her head. “That’s not true. You feel hurt, you feel betrayed.”

“I—I thought I knew him.” But had he? Had he ever realised how blind his friend was to the hurts of others? “Alya, he’s my best friend. I should have known.”

Nino turned to the screen. He could barely see the boy he met at fourteen. There was only a liar. Drunkenness could maybe excuse the first betrayal, but nothing, nothing, could justify a second one or the lying.

“Alya,” Nino said softly, staring at his once friend speak. “Let’s find Mari.”

“Then what?” She asked.

Nino turned away from the TV, “After I make sure she is okay, I am going to Adrien, and I am making sure he realises what he has done.”

Kagami dropped her sabre in shock as she stared at the television. She had walked into the parlour room, still sweaty from fencing practice, and paused when she saw Adrien. But when he started speaking, her curiosity turned to loathing.

“I got an email after the trip,” the model said, his face closed off. “From Ketch’s ex-boyfriend, Thomas Jones. He told me he had proof – texts, recorded calls – that I had slept with her, and that unless I paid him, he would tell everyone.”

Kagami felt anger rising up but she squashed it down. Rage clashed with all the lessons her mother had taught her. She had to get all the facts first—but Marinette—don’t make rash decisions—but Marinette.

How could she stand there, numb, while her dear friend was inevitably hurting somewhere, just now learning of Adrien’s betrayal? Kagami knew him, she knew he was too much of a coward to face Marinette himself with the news. She knew this would be the first Marinette would be hearing of this. The urge to run him through with her sabre grew harder to ignore.

Adrien continued speaking, oblivious to Kagami’s internal conflict. “He was obsessed with Ketch and had tapped her phone. In doing so, he had discovered evidence of our short affair. He ordered me to pay. I wanted to refuse, to tell him I would do no such thing. But I did not want to hurt my wife.”

Kagami scoffed at that. She knew he only cared for how his reputation would have been hurt by an affair. And now here he was, revealing everything because he had decided that an affair mattered less than false drug charges.

“I knew if my wife learned of my mistake,” Adrien said. “She would be devastated. I was ashamed, so I agreed to pay Ketch’s ex, and sent the first installment of money that day.”

Liar, bastard. He did not truly understand the depth of what he had done. If he knew, he would not be grovelling for forgiveness on a screen, he would—should—be begging Marinette for it.

“When I met Jones for the first time, at his apartment, he warned the evidence he had would be released automatically if anything happened to him. It was blackmail, but I went along with it.”

Blackmail—Blackmail, if he had cared for Marinette at all, he would have told her the minute he realised what he had done the first night and never would have gotten into this mess. Kagami’s hands tightened into fists at his face, so clearly begging acceptance from the public. All he cared about, not his wonderful wife, not his family, not the trust that he had broken in Kagami, but his reputation. His image.

“Ketch found me after the first meeting and told me Jones did not care if we continued seeing each other. And well, to me it meant nothing, I was already paying for my mistake. So I agreed, we would continue our affair.” Adrien’s voice was mournful, but she knew it was all part of that perfect act he had created, his way of keeping up the image his father had built for him as a model. The image Adrien grew into. Kagami’s fingers twitched.

“In the following weeks we just… continued on with our lives. It was only sex, there was no love between us. Even as I drowned in my guilt, I continued to meet with Ketch for our rendezvous.” The reports hurriedly wrote that down.

Her fury jackhammered and her hand found her sabre again. She found her grip and clenched on tight, battling the urge to lash out in rage. Marinette was all she could see, her face as she learned of yet another betrayal, another set of lies her husband had told.

“I was disgusted with myself,” Adrien said. “I was betraying my marriage vows. And there was no excuse for that. But as I held no love for Ketch, I could rest easy knowing my wife held my affections alone. Ketch knew this and did not once asked for more than my company and body. We conducted it during shoots abroad, with discretion. Using motels, her own apartment, and my house when my wife and children were on trips. Five days out of seven we were engaging in our affair. Though there was never a feeling of love for her.”

Kagami growled at Adrien’s words, red filled her vision but she beat it back. Just wait, wait until he’s in front of you and then you can make him feel the pain he’s caused, she told herself.

A maid appeared, pale and wide-eyed. “Mademoiselle Tsurugi? Are you well?”

Kagami had just enough of control to nod once, never taking her eyes off the screen. “Sarah, please bring a car around. I will be making a few visits today. And please ensure there is a tablet inside, set to the news channel.”

The poor maid nodded fearfully at the fire in her eyes. “Yes, ma’am.” She disappeared.

Kagami stared at Adrien, sitting there calmly as if he had not destroyed everything. She looked at him and felt nothing. Nothing of the friendship that might have been there. It had broken apart the moment he revealed the truth.

She would go Marinette, she would check on her, comfort her if need be, and then she would go to Adrien and let loose all the loathing that was growing in her bones.

She walked to her room, removing her practice gear and throwing on whatever outfit she saw first, too blinded by revulsion to care. She left her sabre behind. Though she wished she could impale Adrien with it, she knew he would not let her near to him with it in her hands. He had enough common sense enough to realise that.

Kagami stalked back into the parlour, glaring at Adrien as he calmly sipped water. Were the other’s watching? Most likely. She was eager to see who else would be joining her in punishing Adrien.

The maid reappeared. “The car is ready mademoiselle.”

“Merci,” Kagami said coldly, stalking out the door with a mission on her mind:

1. Check on Marinette

2. Make Adrien pay

Chloe dropped her tea cup into its saucer and stared.

She stared in horror and confusion and shock as her oldest friend confessed to the most horrible thing she could ever imagine.

Oh god… Marinette.

An affair, lying, blackmail. He had done the one thing Chloe had prayed he would never do, hurt Marinette.

“Of all the things…” she whispered aloud, her own voice so weighed down by betrayal and pain she barely recognised it.

Chloe was not blind to Adrien’s faults, but she had done such horrible things in her youth, so really, who was she to call him out on it? But Marinette. Hurting Marinette was crossing a line, and Chloe was not above taking sides.

She stood up, moving closer to the screen, staring at her friend as he kept talking, feeling a little bit of her faith in him breaking away with every word.

“I felt horrible.” His face did not seem all the guilt-ridden. “I was being manipulated, blackmailed, extorted. But I knew that if I wanted to protect my wife, I had to continue to pay Jones. Everything I was doing, was for my family, my children.”

Rage exploded behind Chloe’s eyes and suddenly she was glaring at Adrien, glaring at him and hating him. He didn’t care about Emma and Hugo, or even Marinette, all he cared about was his image. Even now, he is driven by how people see him, to see him as the good little boy so they’ll like him. In the hopes his father will care. So he can get what he wants.

“Sabrina.” The woman walked into the room at Chloe’s call, holding a phone in her hands with the exact same interview playing on its screen. Sabrina’s green eyes were round and shocked.

“Chloe,” she asked softly. “Are you okay?”

The blonde shook her head. “No, but I don’t matter right now. Get a car ready. I’m going to Marinette.”

Sabrina nodded firmly and typed something into her phone. “Anything else?” Her words were confident now, no longer the shy girl Chloe had hurt as a teenager.

“I need a moment to… think,” Chloe said.

Sabrina nodded, then came over and hugged her. “Give him hell,” she whispered. Chloe knew she meant Adrien. She was Marinette’s friend too.

“I will,” Chloe promised.

Sabrina pulled away and check her phone. “The car will be ready in a few minutes. I’ll go see if I can speed it up.” She paused at the door. “Do you want me to call Mademoiselle Maria?”

Chloe shook her head. “No, thank you.” She did not want her girlfriend to be part of this. Things would be getting personal, and sweet Maria had no place in it. “Thank you, Sabrina.”

Her friend nodded and left.

Chloe steeled herself and then turned back to the television.

“It was a few weeks ago that a fellow model, Mark Sanders, grew suspicious of my behaviour,” Adrien said, voice tired and drawn, but still, still begging for forgiveness from the press. “My disappearances, how I took more trips abroad, how I was looking haggard and tired. He jumped to the conclusion that I was using drugs. When he confronted me, I was so tired of lying that I just told him the truth. The affair, the blackmail, everything. He backed off, for a time.”

Pain, pain and hurt and betrayal, that was all Chloe could feel when she looked at Adrien. Love, yes, but it felt broken somehow, tainted, changed. Once she may have taken his side, but now, now she had Emma and Hugo to think of, seeing their father confess he had betrayed their mother. And then there was Marinette, who had somehow forgiven Chloe for what she had done, who had become a friend to her despite it all. She had them to think about, and Adrien had become someone who hurt them. She would hurt him back.

“I knew Sanders would start blackmailing me as well,” Adrien announced. “He had always been a rival for my position as the face of the company, and I knew he would do anything to take it from me or make my life miserable. So, I decided to stop my affair with Ketch, stopped paying Jones, and organised this conference to come forward.” He stared right into the camera, Chloe met his eyes and desperately tried to see the boy she had known once. That boy slipped away, and she saw the face of the man who broke apart a friendship and a family in the name of his reputation.

“Have you told you wife yet?” A reporter hollered from the crowd. That got the other journalists hyped up. The pushed forward like sharks in a frenzy.

Adrien hesitated and for the first time since the conference began the press agent beside him leaned and whispered something into his ear.

“No comment at this time,” Adrien told them. That only got hoard more interested at the started hurling questions at him.

“I am tired of being controlled in the shadows,” Adrien said over their shouts. “I am coming forward, making my mistakes public, so I may face judgment in the light. Thank you for your time.” He stood and walked out of the room, blocked from the press by guards. Chloe watched him leave with revulsion.

He would regret what he had done.

“The car’s ready,” Sabrina announced at the door.

“Thank you,” Chloe told her, stepping out of her room at the hotel and walking down to the elevator.

Adrien and hurt more than his family. He had hurt Nino, and Alya, and Kagami and Chloe. Felix would be seething too. An old part of her cruel-self smiled to imagine what hell they would be able to rain down on Adrien together.

Adrien was no longer dealing with his friends.

He was dealing with the people he had hurt.

And that meant Chloe would not be holding back when she came for him.

Dun, dun, duuuuuuuuuuuun!

Next up is part 2 of this. Hope you guys enjoyed!

#The Burning #i love this #my favorite #Marinette deserves better #Adrien salt #The brother #Felinette #chloe #chloe redemption

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perfectlyjoyfulobservation · 3 months ago

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"Hey Pap, think you're strong enough to carry me home?"

"WHY OF COURSE! NEVER DOUBT THE GREAT PAPYRUS NYEHEHE!"

">:3c"

☕Lol just a lil thing I did, still suck at full body shots but practice makes perfect right? A lil speedpaint under the cut.☕

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perfectlyjoyfulobservation · 6 months ago

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Yuu: Darling, can you help me with my homework?

Ace and Floyd: Sure

Ace and Floyd, glancing at each other awkwardly:

Ace: You call your boyfriend darling, too?

Yuu: Yeah, he’s such a darling just like you

Ace, sighing dramatically: I thought you took our friendship seriously

Floyd: You might be their best friend, but I’m the love of their life

Yuu, laughing in amusement: What in the freaking high school drama is this?

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perfectlyjoyfulobservation · 7 months ago

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Hey! Gosh I love your fics, you are so talented! <3 I have a request after your latest fic haha. The sentences 'It's only a matter of time before he accidentally slips and calls you his spouse in front of people.' would be the perfect plot, actually. When and how would the Harbingers calls their s/o 'their wife' in front of others first time? If you don't like it, you don't have to do it! i hope you have an awesome day!

(hehe, yes, accidentally… mmm. Enjoy!)

✦ They accidentally call you their spouse

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone, Tartaglia

It was a complete and utter accident; just a harmless slip of the tongue. One moment, your beloved was politely introducing you to some of his Fatui subordinates, the other he inadvertently referred to you as “my spouse” in front of others. It would've been a sweet moment of shared laughter, were it not spoken in front of so many people of the Fatui. It’s not like your beloved’s subordinates would start correcting him, he's a Harbinger after all… now how would you navigate this awkward situation?

✧ The ever-cold and calculating Pierro prevents any mistakes from slipping past him. Yet here he is, standing composed next to you as he gently gestures to you and claims:

“From here on out, my spouse shall reside in the Zapolyarny Palace and I expect all obedience to be directed towards them.”

You went silent. The servants went silent. Even he went silent. You carefully murmured to him:

“... Pierro, dear. We are not married.”

Somehow the Jester remained blank, as if the error of his brain eluded him. Or perhaps, he realized it was too late to reprimand his mistake, especially in front of the royal servants of the palace. He simply cleared his throat and nodded woefully: “Indeed, we aren't. My apologies.”

The hushed murmurs of The Director’s “innocent mistake” spread soundlessly like an inside secret within the Palace's walls. It wasn't news that the Jester adored you, but to witness the typically collected Pierro clear his throat bashfully, while you stood there timidly after correcting his mistake was endearing.

These rumors, of course, reached the ears of the 3rd of the Fatui Harbingers’ ears, Columbina. Such tales were her delight, a personal pastime, relishing the timid nature of your private relationship with Pierro. She just had to tease you two by reminding him of the incident. Thus, one day, she approached The Jester in his office on an inconspicuous day and asked:

“Oh, cheer up, Director. It's been months since your last mishap. Surely you wouldn't let your composure shatter in front of the one you call beloved so easily?”

“You are correct,” - Pierro replied to the Dove calmly. “It was a mistake. Hence, I amended it and made sure it's no longer an issue.”

That’s when Columbina’s gaze drifted to his hands, where he was not leisurely adjusting his cuffs but subtly displaying an ornament on his ring finger. His engagement ring. If the 3rd Harbinger could open her enigmatic eyes, she would stare absolutely wide-eyed and dumbfounded through her white ribbons. When the hell did he get engaged-?!

“Pierro, dear,” - you suddenly stepped in, that same embarrassed interjection escaping you “Please stop boasting about our engagement. We haven't made it official yet.”

✧ The poor Fatui soldier under Il Capitano's recruit stood stiffly looking at their Harbinger. Was it dread or the web of discomfort one feels when seeing a couple argue over something entirely beyond their input? Because that's certainly what the current Fatui skirmisher felt when standing between you and Il Capitano.

“I can't allow this, Capitano,” – you huffed, your head shaking in dismay. “You over-dedicate yourself in battles.”

“We went over this, my cherished. I have to, it is my duty as the Captain. Not just for the Fatui’s sake, but for your own safety as well!”

“No, no,” – you clicked your tongue. “Don’t give me that. You know that's not the issue… the issue is that you overwork yourself by beating everyone in a duel and not leaving me anything else to defeat! What am I supposed to do?!”

“But my beloved-!”

That's how your lover's quarrel underwent, and the Fatui Skirmishers that kept blinking in disbelief, stood helpless as the argument ping-ponged between ‘who gets to defeat more enemies on the battlefield’. Finally, your beloved spoke with an irritated huff at your scolding:

“Well, did you perhaps consider that I do not wish for my spouse to overextend themselves and get recklessly injured over some personal records?”

“Oh, so now you-... What did you just call me?”

The sudden realization caused a deafening silence between you and Capitano like a blade poised to strike. His pitch-black visage did not help to decipher whether he was grappling with his mistake or masking his shock. You insisted: “Capitano, what did you just call-”

“I did not say anything.”

“You did, you…Hey-! Don't turn your back on me, come back here!”

Perhaps The 1st of the Fatui Harbingers does not flee from a challenge like a pathetic coward. However, today was a great chance to use a tactful retreat, to put it softly, all in the hopes of escaping your wrath. How else would he explain his mishaps of calling you his ‘spouse’ so casually? If he confessed that he thought “it sounds so befitting for my one and only” he might as well just reveal every tender plan of a quiet life with you. And he can't have you teasing his affection for a domestic life alongside you.

For now, fleeing was a wise and honorable choice, especially when you are ready to duel him any moment now.

✧ It was another one of those days in Il Dottore's lab. His fingers tap the surface of the table, chin resting on his palm, while a pen balanced precariously behind his ear. Delegating his final tasks for today, he supervised some final organizational matters in the lab while addressing some lab assistants with his usual air of nonchalant authority.

“Ensure all the surgical sets are properly sanitized and checked in the ultrasonic cleaner. I expect them neatly arranged by day’s end. My spouse prefers the equipment organized this way.”

One of the lab assistants stopped in their tracks, staring at him.

“And don't inform them how some glassware shattered today. It would be irrelevant for them to worry…”

Mumbling to himself, Dottore only now realized that his lab assistants fell eerily silent, staying motionless as they blinked at him. Humming in confusion, he turned his attention at last, only to realize these unfortunate listeners were not gawing at him, but rather someone behind him.

Lo and behold, you stood there, behind him.

With a hand on your hip, you inquired with deceptive simplicity: “Oh? You have a spouse, dear?”

He pretends he wasn't aware of the conundrum and the absurdity of his slip-up. But even with his eyes covered behind that smooth black mask covering his eyes, you can see the haughty expression on his lips. Thus, he crossed his arms.

“Hm, Perhaps. You could say I do.”

“Then my condolences to your spouse. They must have the patience of a saint.”

The Doctor’s assistant had to repress their little chuckles. The tense atmosphere of the laboratory would always be dismissed with your ease, as you’d knowingly nod to Dottore’s colleagues and allow them to leave you two alone. Not even Dottore’s stern attitude would interfere otherwise, even if he tried to conceal his flustered composure at your mere words: “Well perhaps they are a saint, but also a handful for me to deal with.”

“Well, your hypothetical spouse is telling you it's late already and you should take a break for today.”

Conceding to your playful banter, The harbinger’s shoulders loosened up, a rare smile gracing him as he followed you with a wrapped arm around your shoulder. Your victory is marked by your knowing smile and Dottore would not object or conceal his infatuation by referring to you as his spouse. Even if he denies the marital titles as nothing but superficial formalities, he’d walk with you back to your shared personal quarters mumbling:

“Spouse’s orders it is, then.”

✧ It happened during a busy moment when Pantalone and you were at a tailor shop. After much persuasion that lasted weeks, your beloved succeeded at finally dragging you to a luxurious tailoring workshop, where store attendants welcomed you both and helped take your measurements with utter refinement and class.

You stood still with your arms extended, while the attendants did their swift duty with a measuring tape. In the mirror’s reflection before you, you caught sight of Pantalone standing a few steps away, his hand resting thoughtfully against his chin.

“Perhaps an elegant new blazer, white with golden accents?”

You remained still, looking absent-mindedly at the array of fabrics on display. “Dear, there is no need for every piece of clothing to look like it was made for a soirée. I am perfectly fine with a casual cotton blazer.”

The shop attendant closest to you stepped close with some swatches of fabrics to choose from, offering a polite smile. However, Pantalone had to shake his head and charmingly declare – “Oh, nonsense, my spouse deserves only the highest quality and looks when it comes to tailor-made pieces. Excuse me, may I inspect the catalogs for fabrics?”

With a polite nod, the shop assistant did not question the Harbinger or your baffled expression at the sudden choice of words. She was already moving around: “Most certainly, sir. I am sure you and your partner would love our available options. In fact, we also offer discounts for matching tailored ensembles for betrothed pairs if it's for a wedding or a honeymoon special.”

"Wait, wait… we are not-”

“Ah, wonderful,” Pantalone kept the same polite persona without missing a beat. However, the slight knowing smile did not go unnoticed as he glanced at you. “That will be excellent to keep in mind for the future."

What was promised as a quick visit to the tailor shop turned into Pantalone victoriously dragging you through multiple high-end workshops and analyzing the myriads of ‘honeymoon and wedding’ offers when it came to tailor-made clothes. And you, of course, could only gape at him while he kept that ever-charming grin.

“Pantalone, honey, we are not looking into engagement accessories. We are not married.”

“Oh? We are not?” - He feigned innocence and tilted his head. “Hehe, oops.”

✧ When Tartaglia made his way back with his men to Snezhnaya, the fuzzy white snow provided a stark white contrast to the shedding blood on the ground. Clear ruby red droplets stained the cool white terrain after the Harbinger’s successful expedition.

“Lord Harbinger Tartaglia,” – a Pyro Agent approached, bowing in recognition. “Our reports are in. The site is clear; all abyssal monstrosities have been eliminated.”

Yet Childe was far from tranquil. The rush of battle was still hot in his blood, his hydro dual blades clutched tightly in his hands. Another mission dispelling any filth at the outskirts of Snezhnaya may be mundane for some Fatui skirmishers, yet for a man like Childe, this was his warm-up.

“Ha… not bad. We finished much earlier today. And here I suspected this would take a whole day.”

The Pyro Agent nodded – “Yes, sir, indeed. Judging by estimation, our troop would be back to the city by nightfall.”

“...Hold on, nightfall?”

Suddenly, Tartaglia froze as if a deep culmination dawned on him. The confirmation from his subordinates did not quell his sudden shock. In mere seconds, all his battle rush and thrill of danger vanished before Tartaglia whipped around and exclaimed loudly to his men:

“Teucer’s theater performance at school is today! My spouse is gonna kill me!”

Without further words or thought, the Harbinger literally turned and sprinted as far as the horizon could see, leaving his subordinates baffled. Teucer? Spouse? This young Harbinger was married?

“What… is he on about? I didn't know our lord Harbinger was married,” - the Pyro Agent mumbled, looking into the distance where the figure of a sprinting young man vanished off comically. An Anemoboxer Vanguard stepped nearby, adjusting his gauntlets. “I am pretty sure he isn't. It could be a family member.”

“Then who is the spouse…?”

The Fatui colleagues exchanged shrugs before the other remembered – “Ah, could be his partner. Remember, they sometimes come to visit when he's training?”

“Oh, then definitely them.” – the two men stared off in the direction Tartaglia had gone, the bizarre image of their superior, so consumed by his bloodlust moments ago, suddenly halting everything to rush home for some kid’s theater performance. And accidentally calling his sweetheart his spouse would be hard to forget.

“Wanna bet he won't make it in time and his ‘spouse’ would teach him a lesson?”

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perfectlyjoyfulobservation · 7 months ago

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Cartwheeling?? whatt 😭

Girl- 💀

#court of darkness #court of darkness voltage

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perfectlyjoyfulobservation · 7 months ago

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Hello how are you I hope you're taking requests if yes may I ask for blade with a deity reader who can heal his mara but it comes at a price for the reader and it leaves them with side effects and blade doesn't realise till the side effects start showing and it's not enough to kill them but enough to get them weaker

Fleeting Salvation

Summary: Burdened by the torment of mara, Blade reluctantly accepts your healing, which can temporarily soothe his pain. However, the process comes at a steep price, leaving you weaker each time. As Blade begins to notice the toll it’s taking on you, he struggles with the unfamiliar fear of losing someone who willingly sacrifices themselves for his sake.

Tags: Blade x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Touch of Fluff, Immortality and Suffering, Sacrificial, Deity!Reader, Slow Burn.

Warnings: Themes of self-sacrifice, Mentions of pain and suffering (mara-related), Emotional vulnerability, Physical weakness/exhaustion from overusing powers.

A/N: First time writing a Bladie centred fic, i probably got the mara thingy wrong since I'm always confused by it😭😀

Blade leaned against the cold steel wall of the Stellaron Hunters' hideout. The endless pull of mara clawed at his mind, a cacophony of whispers and screams that never ceased. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his broken sword, the jagged edges digging into his palm like a cruel reminder of his shattered existence.

"You're restless again." your voice, soft as starlight, echoed through the dim chamber.

Blade's eyes snapped to you, a figure glowing faintly in the dark. You carried an otherworldly grace, a testament to your divine nature. A healer, Elio had said—a being who could offer him fleeting solace. He had scoffed at the notion when you first arrived, but now he couldn’t deny the faint reprieve you granted him, however temporary.

“I’m always restless.” he replied gruffly, averting his gaze.

You approached, unbothered by his curt tone. Blade was always guarded, his demeanor like an impenetrable fortress, but you had seen glimpses of the pain he carried—a pain so profound it rivaled the stars' lifespans. Kneeling beside him, you placed a hand on his arm.

"Let me help." you offered, your voice steady despite the weight of what you were about to do.

Blade hesitated, his brows furrowing. “You’ve done enough. It’s pointless.”

“It’s not pointless if it brings you peace, even for a moment.” you countered gently.

He didn’t argue further, though his jaw clenched. Blade allowed you to place your hands over his chest, your fingertips glowing faintly as your power flowed into him. A radiant warmth spread through his body, soothing the burning chaos of mara. For the first time in hours, the voices in his head grew quieter, retreating like a tide.

Blade exhaled sharply, his shoulders relaxing. But as the light dimmed and the healing concluded, you swayed slightly, your breath hitching.

“Are you alright?” Blade’s voice was sharper than usual, his gaze narrowing as he noticed your pale complexion.

“I’m fine,” you lied, forcing a smile. “It’s nothing.”

It wasn’t nothing, but you couldn’t let him know. Healing mara was not like mending physical wounds; it demanded more than energy. It tore at your very essence, leaving you weaker each time. You had accepted this cost willingly, knowing that your gift could ease Blade’s torment, but you hadn’t anticipated how difficult it would be to hide the toll it was taking.

Days passed, and Blade began noticing the changes. You moved slower, your hands trembling slightly when you thought no one was looking. The glow that once surrounded you like a protective aura now flickered weakly, as though a storm had dimmed your light.

“Stop lying to me.” Blade demanded one evening as you stumbled after a session. He caught you before you fell, his grip firm yet uncharacteristically gentle.

“It’s fine...” you murmured, leaning against him as your strength faltered.

“It’s not fine,” he growled, his frustration spilling over. “You’re weakening yourself for me. Why?”

Your eyes met his, soft but unwavering. “Because you deserve to live without pain, even if it’s only for a while. You’ve suffered enough, Blade.”

His hands tightened around your arms, his jaw working as he struggled to find the words. No one had ever willingly borne a burden for his sake. He didn’t understand it—why you would sacrifice yourself, even partially, for someone as broken as him.

“Don’t do this again,” he said, his voice low but fierce. “Whatever price you’re paying, it’s not worth it.”

“It’s not your choice to make,” you replied, your tone firm despite your exhaustion. “I’m choosing this. For you.”

For the first time in centuries, Blade felt something unfamiliar—a pang of fear. He had spent so long chasing his own destruction, yet now, the thought of losing you unsettled him in ways he couldn’t explain.

Blade began watching over you more closely after that. He noticed every tremor in your hands, every falter in your step. He tried to refuse your help, but the mara would always resurface, its relentless pull forcing him to rely on you again and again.

One day, after another grueling healing session, Blade didn’t let you leave. Instead, he sat with you, his expression unreadable as you rested against the wall, drained.

“You’re a fool...” he muttered.

“Probably.” you admitted with a faint smile.

Blade’s eyes softened, the weight of your sacrifices pressing heavily on him. “I don’t want this.”

“You don’t want the pain either,” you replied, meeting his gaze. “Let me carry a little of it, Blade. Just for a while.”

He didn’t answer, but the silence that followed wasn’t his usual cold indifference. It was something else—something fragile, like a thread connecting the two of you in the vast emptiness of the universe.

For the first time in a long while, Blade found himself wanting something more than destruction. He wanted you—and that terrified him more than anything.

#x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade honkai #blade hsr #blade x y/n #blade x reader #deity reader #hurt/comfort #immortality #hsr blade #suffering #sacrificial #my fav

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perfectlyjoyfulobservation · 7 months ago

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ekkkkkkkkkkkk i love this!!!

hii! aventurine, blade, jing yuan and moze with a very clingy teen!reader?

[character] was kind/helped them once and the neglected and lonely reader became attached to him in no time

like they follow char around like a toddler, always want to be near him, buys them presents, runs to them for comfort etc.

dont stray too far

synopsis -

includes - blade, jing yuan, aventurine, moze

warnings - gn!teen!reader, fluff, slight angst, slight crack, wc - 754

blade ★↷

↪it was assumed a lot that blade was a closed off and rather blunt person, not someone who was kind and polite. which was somewhat correct but maybe blade was less emotionally competent than most and so struggled to express some emotions.

↪and that kinder side of himself was much more expressed around you. while the difference was very visibly noticeable, it definitely was in his words and actions.

↪for example, how he let you cling to him and follow him around - although if things were going to get rather violent, he would always shoo you away. or how he would indulge you and go out of his way to do what you wanted to do.

↪or even in the way that he listened. whenever you ran to him for comfort he would always sit and listen to you, giving you that undivided attention that had been absent in your life for so long.

jing yuan ★↷

↪the general may not exactly always show it, especially when faced with his enemies, but he could be extremely kind and gentle. and it was probably less known that he had a softer spot, reserved for those he cared about and actually liked.

↪jing yuan found it absolutely endearing how you always wanted to be near him, practically clinging to him and running to him when he strayed too far. some would say he was worse with how he panicked when you weren't in his line of sight.

↪most of the generals free time had devolved into him spending time with you, indulging you by taking you out into the busy streets of the luofu or simply sitting at home with you - either lazing the day away or him teaching you all sorts of things.

↪and whenever you brought him a gift, he would make such a big deal out of it. thanking you and then getting you a gift of your own - maybe even matching accessories if he so wished.

aventurine ★↷

↪it would have been a passing act of kindness from him, something subconsciously triggered by those faint recollections of a younger version of him who was never helped with pure intentions.

↪so he understood why you latched onto him so quickly, shocked yes and a bit of pity that it was him of all people, but he understood why. and even though he would've seen you better off with someone else, you didn't see that and so he'd still try his hardest for you.

↪he would absolutely cherish any and all gifts you gave him. they would always be kept in pristine condition to ensure they remained the original quality for as long as possible - no matter what the gift was, it became one of favorite things he owned purely because it was a gift from you.

↪it still greatly shocked him when you turned to him for comfort. he never saw himself as the comforting type but you clearly did and he knew it probably would do more harm if he pushed you away. so he tried his hardest to find ways to help you.

moze ★↷

↪most people probably wouldn't assume that moze was the “kind” type. his more closed off and often intimidating demeanor definitely made him come off in such ways. but those that knew him would've known differently.

↪at first, he found it somewhat inconvenient that you liked to follow him around and being near to him. moze loved lurking in the shadows and you innocently staring at where he just disappeared did not help. although eventually he would teach you how to hide efficiently alongside him.

↪but another side with that is that you developed the uncanny ability to locate him at all times. which you mostly used to run to him for comfort, something that shocked him at first but eventually he got used to - still awkward for him occasionally but that was due to his emotional awkwardness.

↪it became a very well known point to never ask moze about the little trinkets and gifts he had on him - the ones that certainly did not fit his usual style. because most knew very well that they were gifts from you.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn

#x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x reader #—stellaronhvnters.#honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #hsr blade #blade x reader #hsr jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #hsr moze #moze x reader #teen reader #platonic #platonic honkai star rail

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perfectlyjoyfulobservation · 7 months ago

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i loved this

would you be able to do the chuuya sister thing but reversed? so chuuya dating dazai’s sister instead?

𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙚 Chuuya+Fyodor ver.

𝐁𝐒𝐃 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff,Crack

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: How does your dear brother react to you dating his enemies?🫣

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: You know the good ol' terrorists and mafia things😍, ooc characters

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Chuuya, Fyodor

ℂℍ𝕌𝕌𝕐𝔸 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸ℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸

Now if you are Dazai's sibling then you were definitely in the Port Mafia too

Chuuya's first meeting with your brother went really shit, and he didn't even know he had a sibling💀

Bro was baffled when Dazai did a 360 with you

"Who the hell is this?" "My sister😁"

He thought you were gonna be as crazy as your brother (spoiler alert: yes and no)

OKAY YOU'RE NOT AS PSYCHOTIC AS DAZAI BUT THE GENES ARE THERE??? YOU GET WHAT I MEAN??

Dazai started getting suspicious when the both of you hung out a bit too much for his liking🤨

"I thought you said you didn't like to hang out with me." "I don't." "Then why are you with my sister?😐"

If Chuuya was dating a random girl or sum shit Dazai would head teased the fucking hat obsession out of him

BUT HIM?? DATING YOU??? HIS OWN FUCKING SISTER???

Yea he's not gonna help him out anymore if he uses corruption😕

There goes leaving the mafia❗❗❗😍

SIKE ON BOTH HIS BALLS BECAUSE YALL STILL COMMUNICATED WITH EACH OTHER AFTER BEING MISSING FOR 2 FUCKING YEARS🔊🔊🔊

Dazai was not happy when he found out💀

"I see you're still talking with that pumpkin, huh?" Dazai had found out through your texts with his arc nemesis, Chuuya Nakahara lorax puss in boots atrocious hat store orange juice jolibee roadside cone, that the both of you were dating behind his back. And he was not happy one bit. "What's so interesting about that boss baby anyways? I'd rather you date Kunikida than... that." he gagged at the thought. He still remembers how back in the old days, he would notice how his annoying companion's eyes would keep drifting to y o u. The idea of his own colleague dating his sister was extremely unnerving, and he was starting to have an ounce of regret for teasing the ginger man. Is this what they meant by "If they piss you off, go for their siblings"? Was this his revenge for exploding his car that night? "And, what's wrong with that?" "You know how I feel about him! And if the two of you ever get married- oh god. Y/N Nakahara." Dazai's eyes widened and he gasps, grabbing a nearby pillow and throwing it at you. "HEY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR-" "YOU'RE EVEN ADOPTING HIS MANNERISMS! WE ARE DOOMED."

Guess who's car exploded that night!!!😨

"YOU CAN'T TAKE HIS NAME, YOU CANNOT! I FORBID YOU FOR EVER EVERRRRRR TAKING HIS NAME."

Dazai is about to pull up to the Port Mafia's headquarters with buckets of gasoline😋

Now the moments where they teamed up with each other back then flashes his mind

Chuuya better become mary poppins right now or Dazai will not let him go😭

"So all the times we've teamed up, YOU'VE BEEN DOING DIRTY THINGS TO MY SISTER BEHIND MY BACK??? YOU LITTLE DIRTY SACK OF TANGERINES."

Then Chuuya is just so confused but then aims to kick his family jewels after knowing what he meant

"HOLY SHIT CHILL WE HAVEN'T GONE THAT FAR YET-" "I DIDN'T TAKE YOU AS SOMEONE WHO WOULD TAKE ADVANTAGE OF PEOPLE'S SISTER" "WHAT THE FUCK I DID NOT"

Sometimes Chuuya contemplates if dating you was a good idea

He loves you, he really does

But your genes with the The-master-of-disasters comes up sometimes in your personality and he is so concerned😦

"Hard day?" you greeted your boyfriend at the front door, helping him to hang his coat on the coat hanger. Chuuya sighs and slouches onto the couch, making grabby hands at you as a way to tell you to cuddle with him. "We had a mission where we had to capture this man and interrogate him for some information but he just would not speak even after everything we tried." You hummed and traced your fingers on his shoulders, drawing random shapes as he continued ranting on about his day. "You could try playing russian roulette with him." Chuuya shuts his mouth, his sudden silence making you confused. "What?" "I'm sorry- did you just say russian roulette?" "Yes. If that still doesn't work then we can break his fingers one by one or pull his nails out-" "Babe I love you and all but you're fucking crazy." "Chuuya, I am a former executive as well." "Former executive not former executioner."

𝔽𝕐𝕆𝔻𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝕆𝕊𝕋𝕆𝕐𝔼𝕍𝕊𝕂𝕐

HAHAHAHA

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

Is Dazai not chaotic and demonic enough for you??? MUST YOU GO AFTER A TERRORIST WHICH LITERALLY HAVE THE ENTIRE BSD VERSE AFTER HIM??

Due to Fyodor's and your intelligence both of you actually managed to avoid Dazai's radar, but my GOD was it annoying asf😐

Dazai isn't stupid and both him and Fyodor has like the same iq so it was a hit or miss

AND NOW WITH BOTH OF THEM IN JAIL??

LMAOOO

Dazai is about to get out of his pokemon ball cell and strangle his ass once he finds out

You were doing so well in hiding but Fyodor forgot to take off one of the pins you put on his hair as a gift (Don't ask why the guards didn't take it off)

"Hey I know that hairpin...that's my sister's- (GASPS) YOU WHORE."

THEN FYODOR JUST REALIZES HE FORGOT TO TAKE IT OFF

Now both of them are having a family reunion/meeting in jail😭

"You didn't do anything to my sister, did you?" "Why the sudden question?" "That hairpin...I saw it in her room a few weeks before-" *long ass silence* "No...way...yOU ARE NOT-" "Nice to meet you, brother in law."

Dazai is staring at him with disgust and is horrified

"Why did my sister choose you, out of everyone she could have chose- WHY YOU???"

He's actually clutching his pants so hard because DID YOU GUYS SEE THE ADVICE FYODOR GAVE TO HIM WHEN HE TALKED ABOUT THE WAITRESS??

STRAIGHT UP YANDERE SHIT BRO

AND HE IS DATING YOU??

"Oh nah you I am not allowing you to date her." "But we are both in jail and what's done is done, you can't stop her now."

Wait till Ango goes to check up on him and Dazai's heart starts pumping aggressively😭😭

"Psst- Dazai, it's me Ango. Any new commands?" "BUMP BUMP....BADABAP BUMP...BABABABABA. BUMP. BADAPADADADABUMP." Translation: TELL MY SISTER TO BREAK UP WITH THIS NASTY PESTICIDE BEFORE I GET OUT OF THIS HAMSTER BALL AND JUMP ON HIM AND BREAK HIS FRAIL BONES "Your sister is dating him???" "BA...BA." "If only you can speak so I don't have to sit here all day and stare at the vital screen and decipher what your breathing cocomelon ass is saying." "BAPAM BADADAM BAMP BADUMP BAM." Translation: ??? Ango slams his hands onto the desk, gritting his teeth as he yells at the brunette through the screen. "CAN YOU CALM DOWN?! HIS RELATIONSHIPS WITH YOUR SISTER IS THE LEAST OF OUR WORRIES RIGHT NOW. CONTROL YOUR HEARTBEAT IF YOU WANT ME TO HELP YOU." "bam badabam baba tadump badadabam." Translation: Can you turn off his cell bubble so he drops down to the floor and die?

Fyodor is snickering at Dazai's distress while you go on about your day knowing that your brother and lover is in fucking jail😭

Oh yea just a normal sunday!!! My brother and lover spending their lives in jail for his past with the mafia and the other one literally almost annihilating the entire country😍😍😍

Once Dazai gets his hands on the last page he's going full death note on him💀

Both you and Fyodor dating is like 5 Dazai's in 1

You guys are the most sadistic, intelligent, russian roulette loving whores, and the most crimes ever in a relationship😧

Nah cuz if yall are ever married Dazai refuses to even pronounce your last name now

"Y/N Dosto- Dos- dada doo doo- oh my god I hate your name"

He already hates pronouncing Fyodor's full name and now you too??☹️

"Mr. Doodoo and Mrs. Yeeyee" -Dazai Osamu

Better be careful on who you call yee yee before I pull the yee yee ass haircut on you too😐

Just know that if you and Fyodor are in a wedding, Dazai is objecting the shit out of him

BUT HE DOES IT LIKE HE IS IN COURT LIKE BRO ITS A WEDDING

"OBJECTION, LACK OF DEODARANT."🗣️🗣️

I hope you know what you're getting yourself into if you date him🙏

A/N: Dazai's criminal record is probably gonna fly up till its not countable if he finds out about you dating either of them😭

have a wonderful day yall😍😍

#my fav

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perfectlyjoyfulobservation · 7 months ago

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ATSUSHI BEING MORE SCARED OF TEEN READER THAN AKUTAGAWA IM HOLLERING RN and tired papa kuni for the win!!!!!!these hoes are SICK and TIRED!!!!

These are so funny and I love your writing, if it's okay can I request a pt. 2 of insane teen reader shenanigans? Maybe reader is duking it out with akutagawa and terrozing his ass too. three way fisticuff, and they're losing both losing to a child ❤️

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐩𝐭.𝟐

𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞+𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff, crack

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You've decided to piss off a scary emo mafia member🥰 (headcanons and smau) Part 1 here

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Raise your hand up if you love VIOLENCE!! Chaos once again, also ooc Akutagawa and Atsushi because its crack

𝔸𝕂𝕌𝕋𝔸𝔾𝔸𝕎𝔸 ℝ𝕐𝕌𝕌ℕ𝕆𝕊𝕌𝕂𝔼

I think you guys have a death wish or something...😨

BUT WHO CARES??

He was gonna leave you alone when he first saw you but then you made a comment about him being eyebrow-less🤭

"RASHOUMON-"

Mf just decided to slash you out of nowhere

But you're part of the agency so of course you dodged it

You're literally unhinged and chaotic?? OF COURSE YOU CAN DODGE HIS SLOW ASS ATTACK

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ATTACKING ME?? ARE JOKES NOT ALLOWED ANYMORE??" "Your jokes are unlaughable"

"Do you know what's unlaughable?? THIS GUN I AM HOLDING"

BANG BANG BANG💥💥💥

Fuck him and his ability he swallowed your fucking bullets😐😠

You called him a dog💀

"Yea catch those bullets bitch" (SHING SHING SHING) "OH FUCK"

HE SLICED YOUR GUN (r.i.p Dazai Junior😔🙏🙏)

The moment you mumbled Atsushi's and Dazai's name he is bulging his eyeballs out

Oh fuck its a stupid ada member😨

Bro when Atsushi finally found you two

You were non-stop beating the shit out of his ass while he just stood there and watched😭

A high ranking mafioso losing to a CHILD???

Dazai would probably be wheezing till he shat his pants

He barely even trained you and here you were defeating his old subordinate🤣🫵🫵🫵

"HOW DARE YOU SLICE DAZAI JUNIOR" "WHO ON EARTH IS DAZAI JUNIOR??"

Atsushi couldn't even intervene unless he wanted his weretiger balls to be slashed too😰

In the end you guys exchanged phone numbers, why??

"In case everyone else in the agency isn't free"

"Why do they even need to contact us they're criminals and we are supposed to arrest criminals"

Shhhh it's bsd logic🤫

My apologies I didn't want to get banned and have the FBI come and hunt my ass so I had to blur the text and not actually give real advice😔

𝔸𝕋𝕊𝕌ℍ𝕀+𝔸𝕂𝕌𝕋𝔸𝔾𝔸𝕎𝔸

The group chat you guys have together is insane

It's just you and Aku bickering back and forth and yelling profanities while Atsushi just watches💀

PUSSY BOY HAH

Atsushi is so shock to see you being so nice to him but then completely violating Akutagawa's ass😨…

No matter who is fighting with you, you're coming out as the winner.

NO EXCEPTIONS.

Also if they hurt you, you can sue them for hurting a kid😈🔥🔥

It's not like it's gonna hurt Akutagawa's bank account anyways

The 3 of you are so chaotic together

An arsonist, anOTHER ARSONIST but has full support from their peers, and a furry😍

Isn't this just the most nicest gang you've ever seen??

Charged for 600 crimes?? Who would accuse such a thing??

You guys are innocent🤭🥰

I didn't punch that man! He just decided to knock himself out by slamming his cheeks on my fist!!

(2 of you have done despicable acts while one of you have murdered a mentally ill person in their childhood)

#my fav

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perfectlyjoyfulobservation · 7 months ago

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I need a BSD x Reader where it’s just the reader casually rizzing up everyone like no one is safe from the reader’s infinite rizz, not the ADA, not the PM, not the DOA, not the guild, and definitely not the Hunting Dogs, not even civilians; it’s literally everyone that is getting rizzed up, while the reader is aware and laughs and points at every clown they rizzed up.

THE ULTIMATE RIZZLORD.

various!BSD x reader

A/N: anon, I would like to point out how much I love you and this request right now. also, I put the reader in the port mafia for fun because why not.

Absolutely speechless.

This is how everyone felt – well, whether whoever it may be, there was just one thing all could collectively agree on. They may all be feared and powerful factions that anyone could basically kneel down to, however ...

Who THE FUCK is this audacious person?

MORI was the first to witness your ass flirt with every single person you saw. But no, did you even care? Not at all. He stares, bewildered and mildly in concern as you came up to every single person you saw – completely distracted from the mission at hand as you asked women to step on you, choke you ...

He wants you throw you back from where you came from.

Oh wait, nevermind. You were now flirting with HIM. MORI is in even more shock at your confidence. Damn, pretty bold of you. But he actually thought you kinda hot fr. Elise still #1 bae tho

And somehow, you were taken up to being an executive. Everyone is morbid and utterly terrified.

How the fuck is someone like you an EXECUTIVE?? HELLO??

CHUUYA turns as red as his hair could ever be. Look man, he just wanted to complain about Dazai and you here just ..

"That fucking idiot Dazai! I'll rip him apart!"

"Yes daddy- I mean, can you do that to me too?"

"... What?"

"Ooh~ those fingers are so slender and pretty .."

"Wh-"

"Mind if I ... caress them a little, babygorl?"

"(Y/N) WHAT-"

Aww, look at that, Chuuya is deader than Odasaku <3

But God forbid you be taken on important missions against another factiom because fuck man. All you're there for is 1% fighting, 99% rizzing.

Y'know when everything was in chaos in Yokohama bcz of the Guild trying to take over? Everyone's fighting their ass off, God knows where DAZAI is but no one cares, and you?? Uh yeah already guessed it.

Tryna rizz up the agency.

Like yes, they're in trouble, everyone is, we know but fuck war we want fictional men. And women.

"Are you lingo? Because we can make a good duo 😏" - you

"... Did you just make a duolingo pickup line" - kunikida

Man times when the port mafia and the agency are in a truce, you're there back and forth flirting nonstop. Everyone is red, turned on from your oh so amazing rizzler skills

DAZAI enjoys your company obviously. Both of you create so much chaos, but even sometimes you're so much worse than him. You're the only one who can actually surprise him. Like wtf bitch stop flirting with the damn secret police?? Uh??

You make suicidal jokes, whispering them so sexily in his ear he wanna take you to the bed right there mamasita lip bite

Oh, the Decay of Angels wanna achieve world domination? They can dominate sumn else if you know what I mean

No words can express how terrified u keep making everyone THAT'S FYODOR HE'LL KILL YOU WITH A TOUCH BITCH- oh wait nvm he's melting from all of your rizz and affection.

You are literally so sweet but so confusing. SIGMA sees you around the Sky Casino just chilling and flirting with everyone you see. He don't mind cause you hot anyway

The Guild kinda ... actually, no. They're not safe. FITZGERALD? More like Rizzgerald cause this bitch 'bout to get rizzed so hard he turns poor

Yeah .. I don't take it to heart.

You'll just be up in their ass even after the Yokohama incident. Literally all of them both love and hate you. "Should we throw her off a cliff or kiss her" "Idk the second option is kinda tempting tho" "Boss, what do we d-" "Both."

DAMN LOVECRAFT AND BRAM TOO?? BITCH STOP 😭

No one can escape from your rizz. Okay one time you got kidnapped by the fuckin Hunting Dogs but you just?? Started to rizz up and call JOUNO ur bbygorl?? He is seconds from slicing your head off but he gave up at this point.

Where you got that rose from 🤨

Why the fuck is romantic music playing 😐

You asked FUKUCHI himself to choke you and slam you against the wall. Not even an ounce of regret of fear.

Everyone officially is scared of you.

ANGO isn't free from this either, bitch. You'll strut into the room all happy to talk for a mission and all but ... uhh. "So you're from the Special Division? I can't blame you then ... I feel as if I have something special going on for you."

ANGO, internally: iamnotasimp- iamnotasimp- iamnotasimp-

Sadly, he is now a simp.

The fact his face turns so red is not unnoticed by you. You laugh, clowning everyone you literally rizzed up no joke. They're so in love with ur pretty/handsome/hot ass 😔

No one is free. If you find a pretty bird, ask it's hand for marriage. There is no other way but that.

Mk but the way you literally hit on AKUTAGAWA do be funny. Bitch is so oblivious, he just thinks you're another certain blonde hair slaying bitch 😳

By the time he actually knows you're rizzing him up by being more direct about your advances, he is questioning life.

But bcz you're SOO close to DAZAI maybeee we can ...

Work sumn out, you know? heh

One day the mafia just be chilling and BOOM heree comes the wh00000re~ hello wh000re~ welcome~ 😍

(i am so sorry if this offends someone it's a meme-)

Cue everyone sighing as you come in and start your daily routine which is rizzing. You'll be caressing KOUYOU's cheek, talking to CHUUYA with that sexy ass deep voice, whispering in MORI's ear, and everytime you breathe the vine boom sound effect comes off.

Can't say they don't like it though. We all know we have some horny deviants lovestruck little cuties <3 but let's just say it's hard being here with those hoes 😔✌️

Yet most especially,

You.

*bites lip* (i am sorry.)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #crack #port mafia #hunting dogs bsd #decay of angels #everyone x reader #my fav

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