#bsd francis fitzgerald

[incorrect-bsd-quotes]

Francis: which state do you live in?

Hawthorne: denial

Poe: constant anxiety

Twain: Florida

[emomarktwain]

I needed to share my thoughts

If you have any questions... No you don't

[fitzyshusband]

I think everyone should appreciate the Fitzy Chickens (I spent too long editing this)

[hoshiumiumi]

sigma doodle that was for kaz

plus guild guy i think hes like a nosy parent

"Poe, my boy, who are you texting?"

[41#MP?!]

[bsdw-ccraccs]

part 1 -> part 2 -> part 3 -> part 4*

Borne back ceaselessly into the past

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Chapter 4

  Song: 

After Dark

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Outside of the agency, the sound of a helicopter coming down alerted everyone, and woke up Aeris. Yosano stood up as he sits up from the stiff bed, Jun’ichiro’s voice is heard from the hallway.

“You’ve all got to come see this!” 

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 TimeSkip

 In the ADA

   President's office

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“How nice to finally meet you! President Fukuna.” The blond male, Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, smiles towards the president of the ADA, a silver briefcase in between them, to guild members standing respectfully behind the Guild’s leader.

“Uhhh… Fuzuka??” 

“Fukuzawa,” His deep voice corrects the American’s mispronunciation of his name, his eyes closed and arms crossed.

“That’s it!” the blond points, “Oh! We parked our chopper on a nearby highway. Was that alright?”

“What is it you want to discuss,” The president stays in the same position, the only movement being of his mouth as he speaks, “You've journeyed across the world to come here, speak your mind.”

Tea is placed near the silver briefcase, “My~ this is a rare specimen,” Fitzgerald grabs the tea cup in his hand, eyes curious, eyebrow raised, “I don’t recognize this style of porcelain, what is the brand of this set? Royal Blanc?” 

He lifts the cup above his face, looking at it bottom to top, top to bottom. “Or perhaps, El Zelga.”

Naomi, standing behind the president’s couch, responds. “It’s from the ceramics store next door,” Fitzgerald takes a sip of the tea, before handing it over to one of the characters standing behind him.

“My apologies.. Please call me Francis old sport, I insist,” he looks up, a mischievous smile on his lips, “I’m the leader of the guild, we are headquartered in North America! I personally own three conglomerates, five hotels, an airline, a university-”

“Mr.Fitzgerald,” Fukuzawa cuts him off, the blond leans back, a slight pout on his lips, “I’ve received reports that you issued a bounty to encourage the Port Mafia to attack us…” Fukuzawa looks up, a strong glare staring back at Fitzgerald, “Are they true?”

Fitzgerald smiles “Ye-es, that was a big mistake on my part.”

“To think such a famed criminal group would be so incompetent,” The blonde leans forward, crossing his arms across his knees, winking at Fukuzawa, "To make amends, I bring you a business proposal.”

Outside of the office, both Yosano and Aeris wait to be able to speak to the president, though being able to listen in to the serious conversation between the guild leader and the agency president. The voice of the foreigner cuts in “You’ve got a nice little company here, and it’s in an attractive neighborhood, as such…”

The sound of a briefcase getting opened registered through their ears as the guild leader speaks. “I’d like to buy it from you.”

Yosano frowned, looking at Aeris who seemed quite unbothered. The teen boy was fiddling around with his new clothing, he especially seemed to like the warmth of the tan sleeveless sweater vest that Ranpo got for him. 

“It’s not the building I’m interested in,” Fitzgerald’s voice broke Yosano out of her trance, her re-relaxed face becoming tight with frustration, “I want one thing.”

“And that is?” The gruff voice of the president responds.

“What do you think? I want your gifted business permit.”

Yosano huffed, shaking her head as Aeris shuffled the bottom of his face getting covered with his red scarf. The boy knew a bit about the guild, not much, but he at least knew something. The guild wanting the gifted business permit wasn’t expected at all, but understandable. 

 “Those fools are about the only ones you can’t buy with money,” Aeris can hear the male lean back again, “We are a secret society that officially doesn’t even exist.”

The male pauses before continuing his speech, “there’s something in the city that we want, we’d rather not rile the ministry while we look for it. Your permit will allow us t-”

“I refuse,” The president cuts him off, the answer was to be expected for someone like him, but Yosano sighs in relief. Aeris stares at her from under his eyelashes, did she really think that the president of the armed detective agency would sell his permit?

‘Aren’t permits really hard to get?’ Aeris looks to the side, facing the door, his lips pouting from under his scarf as he huffs. 

Listening back in, he slides down the wall and sits down, the amount of waiting is making him tired. He hasn’t been able to stand or walk, doctor’s orders, for a day or so, and that track meet from a few days ago is still making his legs wobble more than a plate of pudding being held by someone with Parkinson's disease. 

“Very well then…” the soft sound of something being taken off and placed down was heard, “It’s a limited edition model, made to order with pink diamonds.” The man’s smile could be heard through the door. 

“I’m afraid there’s no amount of money you could offer that would entice me to give up our permit,” Fukuzawa responds, “it is a symbol of hope, not just for our members but also for that of Master Natsume, without whom this agency would not exist.”

‘Master Natsume? That name sounds familiar… was it from the agency’s book. I remember reading something about him, but I’ll have to look for it for sure…’ Aeris sighs softly, ‘Can their conversation end soon? I’m getting tired of looking around at the same things on the wall, and taking the time to take the doctor’s appearance would be too weird…’ he looks up at the female, the metal butterfly hair pin taking his attention before he shook his head. 

“What kid?” Yosano looks at him, her voice coming out soft but with a slight intent to scare. Her arms were folded and she was leaning back on the wall. She had been like that for a while.

“Oh, sorry… I just like your hair pin,” he points at the left side of his head, “it’s a great contrast compared to the rest of your clothing in my opinion.” The doctor smiles and nods, bringing her hand up to her pin. 

��It seems like she’s quite sentimental about it…’ 

“If your employees vanished, I’d make a bet your little agency would cease to function, and by then it would be too late to change your mind,” The American’s voice brough Aeris back to the serious conversation happening inside of the office. 

Aeris stands up from the floor, cleaning the back of his pants off with one of his hands as he hears the closing of the briefcase. Kenji had been silently standing in the corner, Aeris hadn’t noticed that until a feminine voice cut through after two claps.

“Escort our guests out Kenji,” A smile appeared on the farmer boy’s face as he turned towards the door. “Understood!” the boy smiles as he opens the door. 

“This way please!” 

“I’ll leave a message for you in tomorrow's paper,” Aeris stares at the open door, the Americans coming to view from his spot in the hallway. He stands respectfully, not wanting to make a bad image of himself in the eyes of foreigners that have much more power than he does both economically and socially. 

The taller blond turns his head, his blue eyes creepily becoming bigger as he smiles at the boss.

“Consider it carefully, you old sport. I always get what I’m after.”

Aeris glares at the floor before relaxing his face as Kenji and the guests walk past him. ‘Bad vibes coming from them, they’re going to do something not good at all…’

The girl with red hair, tied into two braids looks at him as he closes his eyes and bows his head down in respect. She huffs in pleasure before looking forward and walking away. 

Yosano and Aeris wait a second, listening for the ‘Ding~’ of the elevator before breathing out a sigh and walking over to the entrance of the office. 

Yosano knocks on the door as Aeris looks behind him again.

“Come on in,” The president’s voice sends a wave of comfort into Aeris’s body as Yosano opens the door and enters, the boy walking in right behind her before bowing towards the president of the agency. 

“Yosano, and Dahl Aeris,” Fukuzawa nods, his face keeping a serious look to it, but his eyes changed instantly when they both entered.

“Please, sir, call me Aeris, I’m much more comfortable with that.”

“Yes, I thought so, Ranpo had told me about that.” Fukuzawa signs for the boy to sit down in front of him, “Please, sit boy, I apologize for making you both wait for so long.”

“It’s alright President,” Yosano stands behind Aeris. 

There is a comfortable silence as Naomi comes by and sets some tea down in front of the young boy. “How are you feeling Aeris?” The older male asks, “You have been bedridden for a small while right?”

“Ah, umh, yes, I have. I’m feeling much better sir thanks to the close monitoring of Doctor Yosano, she’s been very polite to me and both Atsushi and Ranpo have been great company.” The boy nods before fully looking up, his natural droopy eyed look taking the president off guard. The black and pink haired boy had very mesmerizing though dull eyes, his smile being genuine but not reaching his eyes. 

“I have a bad feeling of what is going to happen with the guild and us,” Aeris looks away, closing his eyes before looking at his reflection in the tea. Grabbing the cup, he takes a sip out of respect, straining to not make a face due to his small dislike to tea. He sets the tea down and smiles back at the President.

“Why is that boy?”

Changing the subject, the boy sits up straight. “I feel like Doctor Yosano has made a small explanation on my ability, and that Ranpo has deducted most of the information about my ability right?” 

“Yes, they have. It’s called ‘Lamb to the Slaughter’, correct?”

Aeris nods.

“I believe it would be best if the Aeris joins the agency, his unique ability could help us a lot against the Port Mafia, and from what I can see, the Guild too,” Yosano speaks up, giving in a good word for the boy, “He also seems to know a lot about both of the  groups, who knows what dirt we could get on them.”

Aeris’s eyes widened, seeing as the compliments of Yosano made him feel accomplished, maybe he could get a job here to finally be able to pay that nice landlord that let him stay in his parents house after the incident, and that nice lady that bought him groceries when he was too sad to go out, and a kid who would knock on his door with cards and games and his mom would come over to make sure he ate warm food and helped clean up his place.

The stinging of his eyes made him come back to reality as he looked up, avoiding crying in front of such a man. Would it consider him weak or too emotional to cry about people who helped him out when he was struggling?

The boy sighs before looking towards the president again, “I would love to join the agency, I would love to help this society be a safer place for the elderly, the middle aged, teens, and children alike.”

The president smiles at him before nodding, “It will take a while to officially join due to the amount of things happening at the moment, yes, I accept.”

Naomi smiles, Yosano places a hand on the boy's shoulder as he relaxes. 

“Though,” Fukuzawa said, Aeris tensing up again. “You changed the topic when asked about the bad feeling you were talking about.”

Aeris sighs, closing his eyes. “Kenji was caught by the Guild.”

“What?”

“Yes, Lucy Montgomery, the girl with hair in braids. Her ability is called ‘Anne of Abyssal Red.’ Kenji was caught in her ability and is not able to get out, there’s no need to worry. I believe he is still safe.”

Fukuzawa huffs, “So it is starting.”

Aeris stands up, “I believe it is my time to leave, thank you for your time sir.” Bowing towards the older male, he straightens up and turns around, Yosano walking in front of him again. 

‘I will do my best to keep this society safe, even if I have to break laws.’

[kajiimotojirousblog]

Francis Fitzgerald mayoi cards

[alphasmoonlit-selfships]

I saw the Bungou Stray Dogs Season 3 Stage Play with the online bestie @gekkaritsu and there was a moment of Francis just commenting on someone being worth billions of dollars rather than offering them some money 🫠

And I just know he would tell this to Dany after all the exploitation and murder he made her do during her time in the Guild 😭

Ah, it’s been ages since I’ve drawn my silly self insert in bsd, lol this time with Francis and an idea of what their relationship is like ✨

[bonithica-art]

drew my fav bsd characters (and some of my fav ships)

[sskk-manifesto]

Ha, that's familiar

[thebluerequiem]

Man fucking Bungou Stray Dogs, how the FUCK am I supposed to explain the plot to anyone anymore.

"This broke ass twink finds out he's a tiger, gets semi-adopted/hired by a band of traumatized ability users (read a book to understand each one), BUT WAIT, there's an EVIL group of ability users with MORE traumatized bisexuals. Uh oh, tiger twink has a rival (they both have daddy issues), wait is that the AMERICANS PLANNING TO BOMB JAPAN WITH A FLYING WHALE??!! Here's the fucking thinker over here (read: Dazai[Ranpo]). Let's take ibuprofen together. Okay Mr. Fitzgerald is gone (not really, you can't get rid of him)- SHIT it's the RUSSIANS!! Who is that rat? It's FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY?! He's ALSO the thinker. NOOO grandpa soukoku don't die!! Shin Soukoku epic montage. Cool, we're safe- JUST KIDDING!! THERE'S A BOOK THAT RE-WRITES SHIT AND THE RAT HAS IT AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT! "and I, Lelouch Vi Britanni- I mean Fukuchi Ouchi, will nuke the earth using my vampire army with security clearance from the United Nations. I hope my ex-husband Suzaku Kururugi Fukuzawa Yukichi doesn't try to stop me!"

[emomarktwain]

😇 have fun with these

These are so fun to make, I'm going to bed now

[fitzyshusband]

Sometimes, the Fitzgerald Chickens lurk near bodies of water.

Sometimes, they fall into these bodies of water.

[sorcerersandskillusers]

So I've been looking into some card meanings for BSD stuff, and I've noticed the four king cards perfectly fit the four leaders of the major gifted organisations:

Mori for the King of Spades, Dazai literally calls him the embodiment of logic in the manga, and despite what most people think, he is normally very fair to his subordinates.

This one is almost too on the nose, it literally describes Fitzgerald exactly

The king of clubs for Fukuchi, while it mostly fits for his persona as a hero it does fit if you remember that he is trying to fight for what he believes is justice

And finally the king of hearts for Fukuzawa, He stands apart from all the others as his only concern is the happiness and comfort of his children subordinates

I just love seeing how well these all fit, its very possible this is just a coincidence, but given Asagiri's track record i think it might be at least slightly intentional.

[merriclo]

BSD characters as things me and my friends have said part four <3

[ part one ] [ part two ] [ part three ]

stormbringer spoilers under the cut

[daimadiamante]

Kunikida: Hi guys! I am back! Aya: You can't be here! I literally saw you dying! Kunikida: Death is a social construction of capitalism invented to sell coffins. Francis, in the background, opening his new coffin shop: When this series ends I'll be a millionaire!

[starlightshadowsworld]

I do find it interesting how Fitzgerald is the first character to bring up not just the Headmaster, but Atsushi’s parents.

You have a father doing whatever it takes to bring his daughter back to life.

And the son that was abused and abandoned that’s being ridiculed and taunted over the fact that he was unwanted.