#francis scott fitzgerald x reader

[star-centric]

REQUEST: BSD characters on a date at the movie theaters

NOTE: Anon you didn’t list any specific characters so I picked the ones that I wanted to write about- Ango, Oda and Francis (who I surprisingly haven’t written for yet) ☺️. Hope that’s okay!

CW: none! Reader is gender neutral!

Movie Dates (feat. Oda, Ango & Francis)

Oda

Oda’s not picky on the movies you want to go see. Horror, comedy, action, romance— doesn’t really matter to him. Whatever you want to see, he’s fine with. He’s here for you

Is the perfect movie goer— quiet, doesn’t smack on the popcorn loud, holds all of your snacks— the list goes on. 1000/10 best date for the movies

Will always believe that books are better than movies— will still watch the adaptations (but silently questions/judges if it veers off from the source material)

Is already shrugging off his own jacket before you could even think to ask. You say that you don’t need it but he’s already placing it over you

Doesn’t mind if you grab onto him at any point of the movie. He doesn’t flinch nor pull away, and he makes room for you to lean into him

Grabs at your hand and hands you a napkin if he sees that you’re starting to tear up at a scene

He prefers to watch anything lighthearted or emotional. Something that makes him feel human. He may not show that emotion on the outside but he does leave the theaters with it lingering on his mind

Oda has grown to appreciate your movie dates for what it is. While he likes it, he would rather do it at home. He doesn’t mind going to the theaters, but he’ll be able to hold you like he really wants to in the privacy of his (or yours) home. It would be free/cheaper and he would be able to eat his curry in peace lol

He brought up wanting to bring the kids along once and it melted your heart. You’re already planning a family day together

Ango

It’s been a while since Ango’s been able to go to the movies— so getting the chance to go with you has his excitement bubbling

He’s already bought the tickets ahead of time and offers to pay for any concessions that you want

He’ll let you pick the movies but doesn’t want to see anything too gory— he’s already seen too much of it in his lifetime as it is…

Ango would rather see something that’s not so grim with you. Action adventure, mystery, comedy— anything that will act as a momentary distraction from his reality is good enough for him

He loves mysteries, but a guilty pleasure of his is romance movies. He would never say it out loud but he likes to picture the two of you in those scenarios (nothing dirty btw). It helps his days go by faster and it also gives him some ideas for future dates

Hold Ango’s hand anytime during the movie and he gets flustered— but he won’t let go. Became one of his favorite more intimate moments that he has with you

Doesn’t hesitates to give you his jacket if you’re cold. He insists that you use it and it’s hard for him to fight his smile (and his blush) when you do take it

Ango doesn’t get a lot of time off, but the time that he does get off he wishes to spend it with you. While he would prefer to have some of his dates in privacy, he makes sure to reserve the theater dates for movies that you both really want to see

Francis

Francis has nothing but money to spend on you. He’s buying out the whole theater just for your date(s). He doesn’t want anyone else interrupting his time with you

Food is also no issue, he’s already going through with a private chef on the five course meal he wants prepared. If you only want the regular popcorn and candy, that’s fine too! He’s already bought some of your favorites along with some other snacks he imported for you to try

Loves whenever you latch onto him. Whether it’s because you’re scared, laughing too hard, on the brink of tears- all of it makes him melt. You don’t have to apologize about it either— he’s already pulling your arm back and lacing your hands together

Is the type that would be bored/uninterested at the start of the movie and then be more invested than you by the end of it

Whether it’s at the movies or in the privacy of his home, Francis makes it a point to spoil you. It doesn’t matter where he’s at, he has to make sure that you’re treasured. Any wants or needs that you have, he’s taking care of it no matter how small it may seem to you. He’s at your beck and call and can get you anything at the snap of his fingers (and the swipe of his card). Not because he has to— but because he wants to. Going on vacation in a private jet or a yacht is great, but so is cozying up with you

Expect this to become one of your regular spots for dates (and honestly it’s becoming one of his favorites things to do with you)

[maislovebot]

Top 10 bsd characters oral scenarios: Francis Scott-Key

Welcome to the chapter of my 4th fav Fitzy:3

Contains: afab reader, no pronouns, fuck me till I forget trope, overstim, they’re married and have a kid, silly, reader is 30-35, some au where reader takes Zelda’s place and their daughter isn’t dead but he’s somehow still attacking the ADA??, idk just imagine he goes against them for a different but still noble reason, domestic, vaginal fingering, praise kink, come eating, overstim, p in v at the end, service top Francis

Everything seemed to be going wrong lately. Your beloved daughter was struggling with her school work, even though Francis had hired the best tutors available. You didn’t mind helping her with her homework, in fact you enjoyed the bonding time, but it was like talking to a wall a majority of the time.

Let’s not even get started on work. While the Guild wasn’t technically your group, you were practically the co-leader, as to be expected of Francis’ wife. Some members were beginning to show some hostility towards Francis, especially one specific farm boy, and it was getting tiring. You knew he wouldn’t ever actually harm Francis, as he was the man in charge of his payroll, but it was still exhausting.

Technically speaking, Francis is powerful enough to just punch John's lights out if he ever became too much of a threat, but you knew Francis couldn’t do that. As vain as he may seem, he is fiercely loyal to any and all members of the Guild, even Lucy who got kicked out some time ago. She was no longer a member, but she was still receiving many of the benefits, along with a new payroll from some coffee shop near the Armed Detective Agency’s office. And if worse comes to worse, she would still be allowed back with open arms if anything were to get too difficult for her, or if she was dealing with an ongoing threat.

Pretty much, she was still a member, but she wasn’t doing any of the dirty work anymore. Francis claimed he simply couldn’t bear to let her go out there all alone, which you understood. Lucy was a delight after all. She was polite, and honestly quite fun to be around. If you were younger, you could see yourself being genuine friends with her. You agreed to continue giving Lucy a payroll, under the condition that if she ever betrayed the Guild, all those remaining assets would be cut off.

To sum it up, things weren’t going very smoothly at the moment. You knew this would all pass once everything with the Armed Detective Agency passed, but as of right now..

You were stressed. Very stressed.

You haven't confided in Francis with your feelings, as you could tell he already had a lot on his plate. If you were stressed, you can’t even fathom how nervous he must be right now. The succession of this mission will result in either prosperity, or the end of the Guild as a whole if he doesn’t play his cards right.

Even among all this stress, Francis still managed to make time for you and your daughter to eat dinner every night at the luxurious dinner table.

“Francis, I’m sorry I didn’t make dinner tonight, I’m incredibly tired. At least the chef is available.” You apologized, as you normally make dinner, even if you don’t need to. He has over thirty-five chefs working under him, it’s a nice hobby though, so you make dinner. Francis says that even if it’s not professional grade, it has a home-esque feeling no other chef has been able to replicate.

“Don’t apologize, dear. Everyone needs a break sometimes.”

Francis brought his hand to your knee, and rubbed circles along it. His hand trailed up a little, just enough to tease, but he quickly pulled away as your daughter bursted through the door, presumably finished with her tutoring.

“Hey, sweetie. Have you finished your homework?”

She nodded boldly.

“Alright..tell me three things you learned. You’re studying ecosystems, correct?”

“Mhm!” She nodded again.

You gave her a look she knew all too well.

“Alright, well then, tell me three things you learned.”

Francis looked at you knowingly, knowing all too well she was having problems processing the information given to her.

“Uhhh..I learned about..precipitation?”

“Wasn’t that last unit?” You chuckled.

She looked to the floor, defeated.

Well, that’s a dead topic.

“Alright. I’ll quiz you again tomorrow, but you better remember something in that big head of yours!” You knocked her head gently and she frowned.

“Alright, I’ll try, I promise!”

As much of a face as you were putting on, you were beyond stressed. You were worried about her test scores. Even if she was only in fifth grade, she is going to a private school. Grades work differently there. Anything below a B- and you legally have to retake the class. What’s even the point of all the other grades, then? you wonder. Private school nonsense, is the answer you come to.

Just as you were about to let out an accidental sigh, you were cut off by the chef walking in with a large tray with dinner on it, along with a dessert (mainly for you and your daughter, as Francis preferred simplicities like tea). Francis, however, noticed your cut off sigh, and raised an eyebrow at you, unbeknownst to you. He decided to put it aside for now, and he looked at the plate of food in front of him, along with the cup of tea that was brought to him while he wasn’t looking.

“This looks good!” Francis looked at your daughter and pet her almost like a dog before grabbing her cheek gently, making her frown.

“Right, doll?” Francis questioned your daughter, obviously teasing her.

“Dad!” She yelled out, “I’m not a little kid anymore! I’m ten!”

He raised his hands in the air.

“Alright, alright. It does look good though right?”

She nodded furiously, before grabbing her fork and digging in enthusiastically. You and Francis chuckled, and when you made eye contact, he made a knowing look to you, before you two were cut off.

Your daughter swallowed her bite of food, holding her pointer finger in the air.

“Yum! Alright, so my friends want to sleepover at their house tonight, if that’s okay with you two.”

You looked at her quizzically.

“Which friends?”

“The two sisters.”

Ah, they were good kids. It was only five pm, and she did have her homework done, even if she didn’t remember any of it. It was also a weekend.

And of course, there was Francis. Considering the looks he was giving you, you could tell he wanted something out of you, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to find out what. You were even rubbing your thighs together once he had teased you earlier.

“Alright. You can. But you have to promise you’ll study at their house.”

Once you agreed, Francis smiled and placed his hand on your knee again, although it was rather innocent this time.

“Yes! I’ll call and let them know!” She ran off to her bedroom, before remembering one vital detail.

“Mom.. can I use your phone to call them?”

And now you and Francis were home alone, the only other company being the housekeepers packing up to return home for the day, and they’d be gone any minute.

You and Francis were going steady, with you straddling atop of him and kissing him deeply, ruffling his well kept hair with your hands. Although it was fairly innocent right now, you couldn’t ignore the strain you could feel against your crotch as you straddled him. Just as he couldn’t ignore how you were grinding up against his erection with each passing moment.

“Please, Francis.” You pulled away from his lips.

“Please what?” He teased.

“Please give me more.”

Francis nodded, and began to fondle your chest, rubbing circles along your nipples, pushing you over so you were now on your back with him above you. He trailed his hand down till he was prodding at your underwear, pulling it aside. You were only in your bra and panties now, and he was only in his button up shirt and boxers. So it wasn’t exactly difficult.

He pushed his middle finger inside your cunt, and he quickly moved his finger up to curl against your g-spot. When he dragged his fingers you trembled slightly and whined, making Francis chuckle.

“Looks like you needed this.”

Francis added another finger and thrusted inside faster, feeling you tighten around him. He smiled at your reactions, and kissed your forehead.

“You look stunning like this.”

He added another finger, and curled his fingers up to your g-spot harsher, and as he fucked you on the majority of his hand. Your eyes rolled back from all the intense feelings and you gripped the bedsheets. You gripped his wrist to keep him in place, aware of how much of a tease he could be at times. Francis chuckled, his voice riveting and vibrating against your skin. You couldn’t hold on anymore, and you let go of his wrist.

“Ah, close—I’m close..”

Francis sped up his movement, using his thumb to press your clit and rub circles against it. You arched your back up into his body and you finally came. The loud cry you let out went right to Francis’ ego and he got even harder than before, continuing to rub along your clit, slowing down his movements with his fingers. Allowing you to calm down from your high. Once your body relaxed and your orgasm died down, he pulled his fingers out of you and he licked his fingers clean before leaning down to kiss you again, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” Francis said once he pulled away, looking at your breathless face. Francis began to pull down your underwear, smiling at the small gasp you let out from your sensitivity.

Once he pulled your underwear down he continued feeling up your clit, relishing in the way you whined into his mouth as he kissed you. He needed this so bad. He was so tired, and you were proving to be a perfect stress reliever, even if he wasn’t getting all that much stimulation. He reached behind your back with his free hand and undid your bra, pulling it off your shoulders. You turned your head away from him, feeling a little shy. Which Francis wasn’t having at all. He gripped your chin with his dominant hand and looked into your eyes and kissing you yet again.

You were great at comforting him, but he was growing desperate for something that would help the ache on his hard on, so he straddled your thigh and started grinding against it like some teenager. He in turn whined into your mouth and groped you with his free hand. So much was going on at once, all you could do was grip his waist, wrapping your arms around him tenderly.

He was rubbing soft circles into your clit while leaning over you, helping you reach your absolutely ecstatic orgasm, your entire body practically giving out, with the only function left for your body to offer being to arch your back into him. The arching of your back brought your chest closer to him, and he almost instantly began licking at your chest at the opportunity.

It felt amazing, but it sent a wave of shock down your body and you jolted your back down into the bed, forcing his lips to detach from your chest.

“Are you okay?” He asked, looking up at your face with worry and regret covering his eyes completely, although he still had that iconic smile on his face

“No—no, it feels great, I’m just sensitive there as is, you going at it right after I come is..” You weakly got out, hoping that despite your underwhelming, tired tone you would get your point across.

That reassurance went straight to his ego, resulting in an aroused jolt (as if he wasn’t already painfully hard) on his end this time.

“Damn—I love you, s-so much—I want to—”

He didn’t even manage to finish his sentence before he was moving himself down between your thighs like a man starved. He tentatively licked at your clit and hole. It hurt a little because it was immediately after your orgasm, but it also felt phenomenal. It felt so good in fact that you rode yourself onto his face briefly before he took a hold on your hips.

“There’s no need to fuck my face, I’ll give you everything you want.”

And oh God did he keep his promise. He noticed how you were desperate for more tension, and pressed his tongue inside your hole as much as he was physically capable, stretching it out as far as he could reach. His thrusts with his tongue were emphasized by the way he tightened his grip on your hips, as he pulled your pussy onto his face as much as possible. Your legs were spread pretty far, considering how his head was separating your thighs, but it soon didn’t matter as you simply wrapped your thighs around his head.

You bucked your hips into his face, allowing his tongue to reach even deeper, and you cried out at your own movements. Francis’ thrusts of his tongue were driving you crazy, and you were starting to really forget about all the problems going on.

You didn’t have to worry about dinner right now, or tucking your daughter into bed, work was out of your mind, and all that you had to focus on was the miraculous way Francis worked with his tongue. No more stress today, Francis was going to make sure of that.

Francis was doing wonders with his tongue, kissing your clit whenever you whined particularly loud. He held your hips down with force, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. He kissed and licked at your clit, taking breaks every so often to kiss and nibble your thighs, it was sweet but you were going crazy with the way he’d switch from eating you out like his life depended on it to tenderly kissing your thighs, and in order to lock his head in place you gripped his hair, messing it up more than it already was from his rather stressful day. He throbbed at your actions and began licking and sucking your clit with even more determination. He moved his right hand up and put two fingers inside of you, curling them towards your g-spot, making you let out a loud whine and finally come all over his face.

You breathed heavily and slowly loosened the grip on his hair before letting go entirely, resting your arms on the bed.

Francis was known for being a man with a lot of self control, but he was absolutely desperate at this point and saved no time in kissing you quickly before pulling his pants down and lining himself up with your currently recovering heat.

“Wait.. Francis, I gotta recover.”

“Please, Dear. You can handle just a little more, just for me right?”

You nodded, unable to resist him. He treated you so well, he should get what he wants as soon as possible, right? You pulled him down by the shoulders and unbuttoned his dress shirt, his tie already long gone. By the time you were done taking off his shirt, he was already halfway inside of you, making you whine and tremble, and the buttons more difficult to undo.

Francis asked if you could handle a ‘little more’, but by the time he was done you were practically passed out. He went at it for such a longtime, you distinctly remember seeing white everytime you came. It was a strangely comforting feeling to fall asleep to. It almost felt airy, despite the aching pain in your hips from him gripping them so hard as he thrust himself into you. It felt like you were going to some second heaven, and it made you fall asleep with a clear head.

You fell asleep in Francis’ arms, holding him tight as he rested his head on yours, not having a care in the world.

You fell asleep with a smile on your face.

Wc - 2.6k

Omg we’re in top three territory now!! Ango will be next:)

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Spooktober. Candy.

Self-Aware! Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald x GN! Reader x Self-Aware!Saigiku Jouno

Description: You, Francis and Jouno make candies.

Warnings and tags: OOC. English is my second language. Fluff. Short

A/N: A short fic for a Spooktober.

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You have a feeling of déjà vu. The kitchen table, once again, was holding a mountain of ingredients. Near the window were stacked bags of sugar. Jam jars were next to bowls of fruits. Bottles of food coloring and small decorative wooden sticks were in a shadow of towering milk bottles.

And, once again, the perpetrator, Francis, stand in the middle of the kitchen. He clearly saw the expression on your face.

You weren't amused.

Trying to keep things cool, Fitzgerald lean on the table. For a moment, you thought, that you heard, how poor table creaked. Jouno hummed right above your ear.

"Believe me, [Y/N], it's not a hallucination."

Fitzgerald gave the hunting dog a nasty glare.

"And who asked for your input?"

Jouno ignored him. Instead, he turned his head towards you.

"Do you want to yell? Should I cover my ears?"

You elbowed him. Jouno hissed, not out of pain, but to slightly cheer you up. You were in a need of a good cheering.

"I don't want to yell, but I have questions. Francis, did you get carried away during sales again?"

Francis shook his head with a wide grin on his face.

"You can't be more wrong, My dear Treasure! This purchase was on purpose."

You looked at the table again. Despite the fact, that there is no such thing as "too much food" in a house, where 60+ people live, but in that case, there are too much food. There was no need for so much sugar, jam and milk. Only fruits will be eaten, before they become bad.

"Why." It wasn't even a question. You were tired, and you don't want to deal with whatever it was.

Francis looked proud of himself.

"Candy. We will make homemade candy for Halloween Season."

You slowly blinked. A random thought flashed in your mind, and, before you can think, you opened your mouth.

"Francis, if there is a problem with finances, and we need to start saving up... I have some spare money, so..."

"No!"

Jouno and Francis, somehow, covered your mouth at the same time. Both man looked worried.

"No." Francis repeated. "There's no need. Everything is fine with money. I just wanted to do something new."

Jouno huffed.

"He wanted to cook with you again, Firefly."

Francis glared at Jouno again. You carefully removed the hands from your mouth. You rubbed your temples.

"Just let me get an apron. Want to join us, Jouno?"

He shook his head.

"Why not.

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"Did we manage to do it?" asked Jouno, focusing on smells in the air. "Smells fine."

You bit your lip. Spiders from chocolate coated apple pieces looked like they wanted to be put out of their misery. Same for bat cookies... And for pan with dried sugar.

Francis coughed, but pick up one of the candies (that was supposed to be a skeleton, but instead resemble a Stay-Puft from Ghostbusters). Carefully, he ate it.

"Hmm... Not bad. Taste is fine, the looks are..." Francis waved his hand, trying to think of a right word.

"Questionable?" you took a spider apple, taking a generous bite. Yea, not a poison, you can eat.

Francis nodded.

"Yes, we will settle at questionable."

Jouno also taste one of the candies.

"Fine for the first time attempt." agreed he.

Now, you three really need to clean up the kitchen. Goncharov was very protective over the kitchen. Keep it clean, or you will face his wreath.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Dazai, Francis, and Chuuya with a reader who likes jewels and gemstones?

Dazai

He gets it, in a way. He appreciates that they are shiny & pretty, and Dazai likes pretty things; just like you 😘. He wasn’t aware, however, how much lore that gemstones had to them. Dazai is continually fascinated when you tell him things like how Sapphires were found in ancient Persia and have often been a symbol of royalty and are actually rarer than diamonds. Peridot is often seen as a stone for balance & good fortune. It’s interesting and he takes note of their comments in case he finds shiny stones out on his journeys. You won’t tell him if there is a stone for “safe passage” but he understands why.

Francis

Of course you do. Any partner of quality he would have would be over the moon about the luxury of their world, and the jewelry. Francis showers you with jewels, jewelry, and gemstones. Besides just wanting to give you gifts to show his love for you, they have a practical implication for his ability. In times of trouble, he can use your horde to power himself up to protect them. Alternatively, Francis knows that in times of great financial trouble, you have something to fall back on as a resource. In case you want to leave him should he spend to the point of destitution. He knows he is not the easiest man to be with, so the gifts are also an escape plan for you, should you want to leave.

Chuuya

Chuuya doesn’t get it. What’s so cool about shiny, cold rocks? They’re also expensive as hell! Chuuya doesn’t bother you about it though. Whatever your interests are is fine with him. He does think it’s cute when your face lights up when you find a new stone or piece of jewelry that you like. Being in a criminal underworld, he has a lot of access to stolen gems and makes a point to find some of the nicer ones (with permission) that he can give to you. It may be a crime to steal but it would also be criminal not to encourage that smile.

[kunikinnie]

a/n: the angst writer lives!! this has been in my wips for a long time and just decided to finish it (sorry that Kunikida's is much longer than the others lol)

warnings: some profanity

watching you marry someone else

featuring: Kunikida, Akutagawa, Fukuzawa, Fitzgerald x F!Reader

Kunikida Doppo

a/n: based on my aunt's story + this is sort of a sequel to this short fic

He didn't know why he came here. Was it because the entire Agency attended? Most likely, but he's not quite sure himself.

It might be wrong for him to be here in the first place. It was he who dumped you, after all. But he supposed that your working relationship after that wasn't too strained - if anything, it seemed you were still good friends. Perhaps your romantic history had been superseded by your more recent interactions, so there's nothing for him to be worried about.

The venue of your wedding was an excellent choice. Nothing flashy yet elegant, and the decorations were quite refined. It seemed well-planned as well. He mentally took notes for his own - if he were ever to have one, that is. At the back of his mind old drafts of the wedding you two could've had suddenly reappeared along with old memories that should've long been forgotten.

Fortunately the pain growing in his chest stopped momentarily when you finally appeared at the entrance. His eyes widened, shocked at how beautiful you looked. It was perfect. From the way your dress showed off your figure in all the right places to the way your hair fell lovingly on your shoulders to the way the sunlight emphasized the brightness of your eyes - it was truly perfect.

Somehow he imagined it was him you were walking to. It was as if his greatest dream was suddenly becoming a reality, and the ideal life he had been chasing for so long was finally within his grasp. The millisecond-long glance you showed him felt like you were intently gazing at him for hours.

But the harsh truth came crashing down as you continued to walk past him. The moment your eyes met the grooms', Kunikida saw the invisible link you two had. It was something to admire, really, but also something to be envious about.

The pain in his chest returned with ten times the force it had earlier. As the minutes passed so did his frustration rise, and every thought he had from the moment you two broke up - no, from the very first time you two met each other suddenly overwhelmed him.

Kunikida loved you so much. Nothing has changed and it never will. If he simply never became ambitious, if he simply never lied to himself, if he simply never trusted his stupid brain over his heart then maybe-

"Kunikida-san, there's an emergency at the office."

Tanizaki's whisper caught him off-guard. But within seconds he recomposed himself. Although the wedding was far from over, duty came first.

He discreetly said goodbye to his coworkers and silently left the venue with his junior. Of course, he stole one last glance at you before finally leaving.

Surprisingly Tanizaki took the wheel, but Kunikida paid it no mind as seconds could not be wasted when more urgent matters were at hand.

"What's the situation like? What happened?"

Strangely, the younger detective continued to drive off in silence.

"Oi, Tanizaki. Didn't you hear me?"

The more he hesitated, the more the older detective became suspicious. What the hell was he up to?

"A-actually," Tanizaki finally replied. "Nothing happened. It's just that Dazai-san said-"

"What?!"

"I-I mean we could all feel it, Kunikida-san. We thought you just needed some space to let it all out."

"There's no need." He sighed heavily. "Really, you're all worried for nothing. We should head back."

Still, he did not stir. "They'll be exchanging vows by the time we get back."

It was Kunikida's turn to be silent. Even if the car continued to travel further away from your wedding, it was almost as if he could hear those vows being recited right in front of him.

His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, focusing on nothing in particular. A single tear fell down his cheek which he promptly wiped off with the back of his hand.

"It's okay, senpai. You can pretend I'm not here."

Kunikida wasn't sure why he broke at those words. It was quite unbecoming of a senior to show his emotions this openly to a coworker, let alone someone much younger than him.

Yet the tears won't stop coming. It was as if the frustration that built up across the years finally let itself free. When was he ever honest about his feelings on the matter? When has he ever shared the truth with anyone, even with himself? The bitterness at each sob was so great that he was sure his voice would be hoarse by the next day.

His ideals should've brought you happiness - that's the most fundamental rule he completely forgot. Yet maybe it was his failure in keeping that that ironically brought you to the one who will truly bring you everlasting joy. He'd have to learn to accept this fact, even if it meant forgetting the what-ifs, even if it meant letting you go, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

The whole place was so... bright. Everything was white and fluffy, from the flowers on the aisle to the lights hanging on the trees. It was strange. It felt like he was in a children's book.

How unfitting for someone like him whose very being was, in essence, black. From his hair to his shoes, his coat, and perhaps even his soul.

But it's not like the guests noticed a shadow silently standing between other shadows. If anything, his whole outfit made him blend into the background perfectly as he intended. After all, Akutagawa wasn't in the strictest sense (or perhaps even loosest sense) invited to your wedding. He peeked behind the trees blocking your own little heaven from the noise of hell-like earth.

In fact, he could barely see what was happening. People in light colored formal garb, both male and female, the groom sporting something that stood out even more from the guests - he felt dizzy just looking at the scene.

But the moment you stepped in, all the color and light seemed to dim. Your white dress dazzled in the sunlight and your face shone brighter than he remembered. Has it really been so long since you last met?

All he could do was stare at you from the shadows. Your light was so blinding to his darkness, yet his eyes refused to shift their focus. How could he, when he knew that this would probably be the last time he'd ever see you?

You were better off without him. If you stayed with him, your smile would never be like the one you wore now. It's not like he could ever force himself upon you, either, even if it seemed that you cared for him more than anyone should have-

His chest began to throb painfully. The searing pain was much greater than most attacks he's had, rendering him almost completely helpless. Shit. If someone were to attack now, he'd be dead. Or if he were to give himself away and you spot him - ugh. He'd rather die.

Akutagawa struggled to walk away slowly, deciding to forget everything he saw there. It didn't do anything good for him. Why did he even decide to come here? Was he such a masochist to remember everything "good" you ever brought into his life? Wasn't it enough that he'd dream of you more often than he'd like, only to wake up in total darkness?

Each step he took triggered a memory for him. Each smile, each laugh, each embrace that you so cruelly bestowed upon him felt more real than the scene he just witnessed. Your... love had not yet disappeared, at least not in his mind, and how dearly he wished he could've relished in it a little bit more before it truly faded away.

Still, he was somewhat thankful he didn't. If it were granted, he would've craved your love more and left him with more pain in the end.

He still had that stupid sunflower keychain you gave him. It was a small crocheted piece, tattered but still quite vibrant in its colors. He never understood why you gave him that specifically in the first place. He only knew that you wanted it to make him happy.

Well, it still somewhat accomplishes that goal. It's the only physical remembrance of you he still has left, after all.

But like the sunflower that dies without the warmth of sunlight, he promised to let his feelings wither along with the memory of your smile.

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Unspoken words last longer. Deny it as much as he'd like, the truth is Fukuzawa's feelings for you had only grown deeper as the years passed by and only now did he wholeheartedly regret not telling you sooner.

He'd convinced himself that being friends - no, best friends was the best thing that could've happened between the two of you. No matter how much time was spent away from the other, each moment you two had together was only made more precious; it was as if you had never been separated in the first place.

All your dreams, all your hurts, all your pains - everything, he knew. And it was mostly true vice versa, except for that one very fact that stubbornly kept secret all this time.

He wasn't sure if he was truly glad to have been invited to your wedding. Sure, it was an intimate friends-and-family-only occasion that he was honored to be part of, yet the meant having to face the ultimate reality that he had for so long ignored.

He was present at your side of the wedding preparations. While others were scurrying along to bring you things you needed, he stood idly as clueless as ever. Maybe he should've just headed directly to the venue instead...

Suddenly, you requested him to enter your room. Well, if he could finally be useful then what was he to-

Astonished isn't even enough to describe his reaction. His hand froze on the doorknob the moment his eyes landed on you. Were you always this beautiful? Because it felt almost wrong to look at you, especially when his heart was holding things it shouldn't be.

"Hi Yu-kun," you spoke as usual. "I hope I'm not bothering you." Of course you're not a bother. You could never be a bother. "Just wanted a little chat to ease the anxiety, you know? My mind's been all over the place since last night."

You began spilling out of some of your true feelings - or perhaps intrusive thoughts is the better term. Worries about how you looked, how the guests were feeling, but most importantly worries about the future occupied your headspace.

He did his best to comfort you in his own way. Pre-marriage jitters are completely normal, and there was nothing he'd do to ease your nerves, wedding at hand or not.

"Actually... there's something I want to ask you. Before everything, you know, gets set in place..."

From that it was his turn to get nervous. He had an inkling as to what you were going to ask, and he wasn't sure if was ready to handle where this was going. He held his breath as each syllable escaped your lips.

"D-did you really... did you really never-"

"It seems they're looking for you, Y/N."

No, he was not ready. He couldn't be honest to you right now. How could you ask him now of all times? But at least he did not lie with his 'excuse' - you did have to leave soon and head to the wedding.

Without a hitch, everything went as planned. You walked down the aisle with all your loveliness, took the hand of the love of your life, and exchanged vows with him. Everything went so smoothly Fukuzawa nearly forgot about your earlier conversation.

It was during your dance with your now husband that he remembered everything. He silently watched the way your skirt flowed with every gentle step you took. Would he ever have been lucky to have danced with you like this had he been honest earlier?

Perhaps. But at this point, should he even think about that? He wished for nothing more than a peaceful married life for you, and disturbing that with a belated confession would do no good. That's why he dodged your question - not that he was worried your relationship with him would strain somehow.

Well, it's not like you actually asked him the question about that. He just assumed that's where it would go. And he's just assuming that you too had feelings for him that never went anywhere because of his own cowardice.

Agh. Maybe he should have waited for you to finish speaking. That way he'd never be left with unanswered questions and that he could have the closure he needed.

The night ended with neither of you bringing up what happened in the dressing room. You'd never bring it up in the future either, and in a way spared Fukuzawa half the pain. Seeing you happy, albeit with another man, was more than enough to satisfy his aching heart.

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

You two were quite young when he fell madly in love with you. But unlike youth, Francis was convinced his love for you would never go away. You didn't seem to agree, however.

Time can be cruel. He'd been working his ass off just to make a future with you possible - not just so that he could live another day, but also so that he could provide the future you wanted. So why? Why didn't you wait for him to come back?

In a way, he blames you for it. You could've been at least a little more patient. He never lied to you when he said he's been spending most of his waking time at work, or that not for a second did he forget why he was working so hard to begin with: to be with you and only you.

Yet for the most part, he blames himself. Had he been more efficient, he would've earned more and been able to return to your arms. Perhaps he could have gone down a different route that would've made him financially secure faster. Maybe you also felt unloved as he had little time for you - had he addressed your emotional needs better perhaps this story would have a different ending.

No. The story had yet to end. You loved him the way he loved you, right? You didn't lie to him, did you? So he still had a chance before you finally tied the knot - all he had to do was make it in time.

He'd raise an objection at the marriage. You'd suddenly snap your head to the source of the voice and meet his eyes, then you'd run into his arms and envelope him in your loving embrace, asking him why he only came back for you now. "I missed you so much," you'd say as he'd sweetly kiss your forehead like he did so many times in the past.

But he didn't make it in time. As he ran to the entrance the ceremony had already finished, and lavishly dressed guests were leaving to make it to the reception. That's alright, he said to himself, maybe he could still convince you if only he could meet you during the reception somehow.

The opportunity never came, however. He followed the trail of guests to the banquet your now husband without doubt had prepared for you. Francis recognized some of your favorite dishes among those being served, and it slowly broke his heart seeing how this new man of yours took good care of you.

He finally saw you seated beside your husband, dolled up perfectly to the role of a rich businessman's wife. He would've wanted to enter the hall and try to approach you, but the guards wouldn't let him take a single step inside.

There was still the end of the reception, right? Just one moment with you was all he needed. Good Lord, please just grant him this one opportunity to talk to you, even if there was no chance of getting back together with you. Francis just had to know - he just needed to talk to you one last time.

You finally left the venue, but there was no opening for him. You couldn't even spare him a glance. It was already hard for him to take one last proper look at you, so imagine how much harder would it be to talk to you again.

He couldn't sleep properly that night. The tears silently flowed down as he gently clutched a picture of yours, pretending that you were right beside him caressing his hand.

Why did everything go wrong? Why did nothing go his way? Was he truly a nobody, even to you, the love of his life?

From then on he vowed to make himself a man worthy enough to stand on your level. Someday he'd be able to speak to you once more, and the time will come when he'd provide you a better life than what even your filthy rich husband could. Someday, you'd learn to love him again.

taglist: @stygianoir, @requiem626k , @irethepotato, @kisara-16reblogs, @thatdazaikin, @dazaee, @menshusband, @celestair, @bloobewy, @renaxnnas, @kunikida-simp, @fyodorisbbg

[elvestoneanzelote1]

thought: m! Y/N is Fijirald’s eldest son, or simply the firstborn, or from a previous relationship. He fled the country at the age of 17 because of a quarrel with his father, a very strong quarrel, and fled to Japan, to Yokohama, where he became an entrepreneur and does charity work. Only kept in touch with my mother/stepmother (Zelda) and sister. Now, at 20 years old, he is one of the investors/associates of the detective agency and communicates well with the employees; He doesn't say anything about his family, except that they are in a quarrel. I lived quietly, but suddenly a guild comes to town... (be sure to do Platonic Yandere: Fitzgerald, and the rest is optional) thanks for your attention (*´˘`*)♡

A:n- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘵.

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𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

(𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤) 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘪𝘵𝘻𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦) 𝘈𝘋𝘈.

The moment the argument started.

Fitzgerald was much more frustrated than you. Why would you want to work somewhere secluded alone?

You have all the money!

His business will soon be yours!? Why

Can't you just accept that.

Yet you do not and argue with him as if you are going to be much more successful than he is...

And the fact you left after the quarrel he declare you as an outcast.

Which you happily agreed and left.

To Japan.

Though he won't admit but he was slightly guilty... And Zelda your mother try to reassure Fitzgerald.

Later on when the daughter died.

His sole hope wwd you who can... Do something about Zelda.

Despite he won't admit but he is just an overprotective father.

He already lost his daughter.

He can't lose another child of his.

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When he find out you were with the Agencies.

He try to buy you out but Fukuzawa refuses.

Your freedom is your choice not his.

He try to ammend it... Try to talk it out and tell you about your sister... And... How he is guilty.

But the Agency had other plans.

They stopped him or you from talking which you were glad but not for Francis.

He was much more annoyed by it.

So when he got the chance during the agency been a criminal.

He make sure none knows you are apart of agency and took you away when the agency collapse.

As long as you are safe and within his watch that's all it matter.

As long as it is.

He will bear your hatred.

Of why he brought you here in a lock room

When the agency need your help.

Till then...

He will make sure you are safe.

For the sake for Zelda.

And for the sake of him been a responsible father... He failed to be once.

For today onwards.

He will make sure no trouble you shall ever meet again.

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A:n- that's all! Good day night to all!

[aghost-writer]

Between Pages Love Interests

Masterlist

Armed Detective Agency

Dazai Osamu

Atsushi Nakajima

Kunikida Doppo

Ranpo Edogawa

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Port Mafia

Chuuya Nakahara

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

The Guild

Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (Platonic)

Edgar Allan Poe

Hunting Dogs

Teruko Okura (Platonic)

Saigiku Jōno

Tetchō Suehiro

Michizō Tachihara

Other

Ango Sakaguchi

[bonne-chanson]

✉︎ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅

f. scott key fitzgerald

nothing here yet…

lucy m. montgomery

nothing here yet…

louisa may alcott

nothing here yet…

edgar allan poe

nothing here yet…

note: more coming soon…!

[awoogayanderes]

SHOPPING WITH THE BUNGOU STRAY DOGS CHARACTERS

➪ characters : osamu dazai, yosano akiko, ryūnosuke akutagawa, francis scott fitzgerald

➪ other notes : this was so much fun to write. perhaps i’ll make a part two if i feel motivated.

Osamu Dazai :

- yeah you’re not getting any shopping done with this man

- he will whine dramatically about anything

- “y/n-san~ don’t let go of me,” he pleads for you as you’re just trying to get your groceries

- he’ll try to let you do the shopping but he can’t help but want your attention

- he’ll also secretly slip in a few things into the cart and immediately refuse he did it

- “osamu-kun?”

- “hm?”

- “why are there 10 packages of bandages…”

- “…i don’t know, must have been you not realizing you put them in,”

- “…”

- “…”

- he won’t bring it up but he loves the way your face concentrates when reading food labels

- his heart beats faster as he smiles at you

- overall shopping experience is a 7/10, a grown man clinging to your side making a scene if you let go of him but it’s dazai and who says no to him, after all he’s your lovely boyfriend

Yosano Akiko :

- you guys go shopping maybe once a month but when you do, you buy a shit load of things

- she’ll mainly do the shopping, letting you stroll around with the cart

- even then, she’ll ask for your opinion for some of her things

- though sometimes you have to try to convince her to not shop recklessly

- keyword : try

- “um yosano-kun,”

- “yes my love?”

- “are you sure you should be buying another knife collection?”

- “why yes of course, you can never have enough,” she smiles a bit too wide

- you sweat drop, scared for her future patients

- you two shopping is basically a date, a quiet peaceful date, getting away from everything

- overall shopping experience is a 8.5/10, its a cute date apart from yosano trying to get more weapons for her victims patients

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa :

- you might as well be shopping alone

- he’s so quiet, just following you around

- from other people’s pov he looks like your bodyguard just staying behind you

- he lets you do all the shopping, he doesn’t really care what you get

- he’ll just silently watch over what you do

- if you ask him for his opinion expect a short response answer

- “ryū, should i get single sheet toilet paper or double sheet toilet paper?” you look at him

- *cough* “yes”

- “…”

- he likes being around you, even if he doesn’t say a word he likes looking at you

- your presence makes his heart twitch in happiness, he would never admit it though

- overall shopping experience with him would be a 8/10, a silent man following you around isn’t too bad, just don’t get scared when you forget he’s right behind you

Francis Scott Fitzgerald :

- one of the most productive shoppers

- he will buy anything on sale even if he doesn’t need it, normally you have to stop him

- he’s normally the one with the cart, briskly walking around the store with you following him around out of breath

- five minutes into the store and he already has pans and pots in his cart

- “francis-san, i don’t think you need any more cooking utensils”

- “a deal should never be taken for granted my dear,” he holds up a spoon

- “you have the same 20 spoons already”

- “you never know when you’ll need more”

- he loves using coupons and establishing a budget for every shopping trip

- he loves how you always shop with him even if you’re behind trying to catch up

- even after losing everything, you’re still with him, he really does love you

- overall shopping experience would be a 7.5/10, despite having to chase him around, it’s cute to see his eyes twinkle with excitement when he finds out a sale is going on

[mrskurono]

title: Francis Fitzgerald x fem!Reader a/n: it’s almost Christmas and I am depressed, yolo amirite? tags: fem!Reader, established relationship, mentions of drinking, light suggestive material, fluff, holiday cheer, unedited character(s): Francis Fitzgerald (bsd)

Warmth buzzed through your limbs.

Accented only with the lingering taste of cinnamon. Or was it the smell of cinnamon? 

When you looked up from the tumbler to the wax melt on the mantle. It reminded you that it didn’t really matter where this warmth was coming from. Each passing second of it just reminded you how generous life could be.

When your husband reentered the living room. The cinnamon flavored drink numbed your senses enough to not notice his return right away. Instead letting the lanky man surprise you with a tender kiss on your neck when he leaned down over the back of the couch. Catching you off guard but not without a smile creeping on your lips.

“That took a while.” You lean back into the sofa. Francis’s face hovering above yours with the coy grin of his.

Blue eyes cast down on you. He bowed forward just to catch his lips on yours. Tasting the lingering drink still on your bottom lip. Making it impossible for him to not playfully swipe his tongue along your lip and cap the kiss with a peck on the cheek, “Man’s argument for another story was air tight.”

“Hmm I wonder where he got that from?” Humming against his lips when you unraveled your limbs from your side. Extending them up and out to be lazily draped around his shoulders. Francis smiling the entire time as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, “Didn’t get it from me that’s for sure.”

“Got your beautiful smile though,” Francis slipped that in and before you could retort he pressed another kiss against your lips. 

Leaning further into the couch until with your help he very awkwardly summersaulted over the back of it. Neither of you getting out of the fit of giggles watching the mess of limbs make it over the edge of the couch. Until Francis was semi safely beside you on the couch. Both of you giggling as he laid his legs up on your lap. Preventing you from moving and extended his hand out for your drink.

Your second. And his only. Sparing a sip to the sober man was more than doable when you exchanged the tumbler for a sly wink and his charming smile.

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting me a drink?” You toss his way with a grin.

Lips on the glass he looked over the rim at you before taking a swig of the mixed beverage, “I believe I mixed both this one and the other one for you. Can’t I have just a sip for making it through two bed time stories?”

Slipping your hands over his legs. Nonchalantly slipping them up further against his thighs and giving them a gentle squeeze as you leaned your weight into him. You close your eyes, just tipsy enough to keep smiling, “Don’t know how your son took any of your wits. You didn’t loose any of it.”

“Is that a compliment or a complaint, hmm?”

Snickering you can’t help find the comfort of his lap calling you. Once leaning. Now stretched out and repositioned. Snug between his legs with Francis setting the drink down behind him and pulling you back up against his chest. Arms crossed over your chest. And once more his lips finding the conjunction of your shoulder and neck.

“I think you know which it is.” You murmur when his arms encase you. Warm as you already were. Nothing compared to the soothing warmth that his embrace encouraged.

Cozy with his touch. Body weighted down by only the alcohol in your veins. Even if you were one hundred percent sober, nothing in you wanted to move.

Not when the room smelled like home. The tree twinkled in the corner. And every inch of the room looked lived in. Cluttered perhaps. Even messy. But it told a story and it was a story you loved thinking about.

“You know what my favorite Christmas story is?” Francis’s voice tore you from the muddled thoughts. Too comfortable to speak. You give him a curious hum as you rub your thumb slowly over his wrist, “...the story written with you.”

Peeling your heavy eyes open. You tip your head back to look up. Just to find him already looking at you. Expression soft and his smile unlike that of his every day one. Up turned in the corners and his hair messy. Unkempt at best but the best look on him. 

“I’d read this story a million times.” You whisper as his arms tighten around you, “Even knowing the beginning. I’d still read it over and over.”

Francis bent down. Holding you tight to him as his warm forehead found yours. Inhaling the intoxicating aroma of the drink you both shared. Or maybe it was the fresh wax melt on the mantle. Either way he didn’t care because it was perfect.

“A story of warmth. One I couldn’t live without.”

[midoriyab0y]

I read all your bsd headcanons and I loved them so much.If you don’t mind and if you are comfortable could you please do boyfriend headcanons with Fidzerald (lmao if I spell his name correctly)Thank you ❣️

tysm and i hope this is okay :]

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝

you are his future wife and so he will show you off

to anyone

and everyone

“ah, you see this lovely lady right here is my sweetheart, my beauty, my-”

“sir, this is a mcdonald’s drive-through.”

lets you comb his hair

yes, he buys lots of pots and pans for you but never notices when they suddenly go missing (i.e. either yourself or louisa returned them to the store)

he calls you; my love, my sweet, honey, jellybean, jewel, gem

you call him; sugar, daddy, hun, honey

has grown to love going shopping with you — he especially loves it when you put on a mini fashion show for him in the change rooms

when yall are cuddling at night, he’ll sleepily tell you what he wants to name his future kids with you

you call him cute/adorable all the time and he never knows how to react because he’s never looked at himself as ‘cute’ before

“honey, you’re so cute.”

“o-oh, am i? thank you, i guess.”

gives you LOTS os kisses and cuddles because he loves you and just wants to make sure you understand that

your love is priceless to him

[pillow-anime-infos]

bsd masterlist {the guild ver.}

FRANCIS SCOTT FITZGERALD

traditional s/o {headcanon ; sfw}

LOUISA MAY ALCOTT

soon

EDGAR ALLAN POE

poe’s first day in ADA and your own way to support him {scenario | 1250 words ; sfw}

match up with poe {match up ; sfw}

JOHN STEINBECK

soon

MARK TWAIN

dangerous but lovely lady {headcanon ; sfw}

LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

lovely picnic date {i love girls month + scenario | 540 words ; sfw}

NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE

soon

MARGARET MITCHELL

soon

HOWARD PHILLIPS LOVECRAFT

super tiny & super strong s/o {headcanon ; sfw}

HERMAN MELVILLE

soon

[maislovebot]

Money is the anthem of success

As a way to celebrate the 4th I’m writing about everyone’s favorite American, in other words.. Francis x reader fluff

Title is from National Anthem by Lana Del Rey

Featuring: gn!reader, fluff, suggestive themes, it’s a drabble btw, patriotism (jk I promise), established relationship, gentle kissing, gentleness in general, I wrote this in literally five minutes, fluff and crack, sort of

You lay between Francis’ legs peacefully, eyes closed as you listened to the faint sound of fireworks and sparklers in the background. Most of everything was being blocked out by your window, but you could generally hear everything going on outside. While you found the sounds calming, Francis seemed slightly irritated.

“What’s wrong, Francis?” You questioned.

He sighed, “I love when you lay like this because I can hear your breathing but I can’t hear it over those damned fireworks.”

You nodded and turned around so you could lay your arms on either side of his head, before you leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“Well then, let’s change positions.”

You grabbed Francis’ arms gently and gestured that you two flip, so he went along with what you wanted to do.

He was confused for a minute before you grabbed the back of his head gently and brought him down to your lips, kissing him gently. You took your dominant hand and began to gently caress the side of his face. He went along with it and lightly kissed you back, slowly gaining more vigor as it went on. He pressed into you intently while he held both sides of your face with his hands. He moved his right hand away from your face and gently poked your thigh, making you open your mouth in confusion, giving him time to bring his tongue to your mouth. He gently licked at the tip of your tongue, as did you. As time went on, he lightly ground his knee into your crotch, making you chuckle into the kiss. Eventually you both ran out of air and you let go of the back of his head and he pulled back, a thin string connecting you two. Francis shut his mouth, breaking the thin string in the process. He was gently panting with you,

“That was nice. Now, lay down on my chest. Then you’ll be able to feel my breathing.”

Francis’ eyes slightly widened at your boldness, but he quickly smiled and did as he was told, leaning down and laying his head atop your chest.

“Better?” You questioned.

“Yes, very much.”

You brought your hand up and lightly caressed the top of his head, making him fall asleep almost immediately. Once you heard his breathing getting heavier, you chuckled and stopped petting his head as you felt yourself falling asleep as well.

Wc - 0.3k

This is purely satire I’m not some raging patriot I just wanted an excuse to write abt my beloved Fitzy:3

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Mora makes Teyvat go round

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter crossover

Self-Aware! Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald x GN! Reader

Description: Ningguang and Pantalone are proud of being of Creator's good side. With power of mora and buisnesses, they will gain more strength, gaining even more favours from Creator to their nations.

Unfortunately, mora is low due to attacks on caravans.

But, this new possible partner, who wants to offer organise trades between nations, peak their interest.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Slight mutilation (non-descriptive). Dehumanisation (Reader called 'it'.

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Mora is stability.

Mora is power.

Mora is respect.

People need mora to get food, clothes, houses. Everything.

People need mora to build shrines for Creator.

Ningguang and Pantalone use mora to give Creator respect and happiness.

______

Pantalone's eyes twitched.

Another ship was sailed, another caravan was attacked.

And nothing can be done about it.

Dottore tried. And look, where he is now? Went completely mad, tried to kill Creator, and now is locked in a cell.

It became another hit on Snezhnaya's reputation in the eyes of other nations.

And in the eyes of Creator.

Their Holiness, after Dirty Imposter disappeared, were wrecked with sorrow.

Each day, nations brought gifts to the ivory throne.

Each day, people were searching for an Imposter.

Both of these actions were focused on bringing back Creator's smile.

And both actions required mora.

Mora, that Snezhnaya start becoming low.

Pantalone breathe in.

The situation was bad.

Yes, he has enough mora to spoil Creator for the next hundreds of years.

Yet, in this situation, he needs more mora.

Much more.

Pantalone looked at the pile of open letters he had on his table. Offers, coming from different groups. Travelers, mercenary, wanderers.

All of them offered their help in moving goods from nation to nation.

All of them failed.

Pantalone took another unopened letter.

He read through it.

Another offer. And he has no other choice, except it.

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Ningguang read through the contract one more time. It was written on a fancy paper with an ornament around the edges. Pantalone, who was sitting next to her, read through his own contract.

Pantalone spoke, looking at possible businesses partner above glasses.

"I must say, Mister Fitzgerald, it's quite an interesting offer."

Blonde businessman smiles politely.

Pantalone cast an interested gaze on the gems, that were laying in the middle of the table.

Gems looked stunning. They looked almost perfect, they varied in sizes.

"Are you sure, that you could transport all the goods safely? You are aware of the situation, right?"

Fitzgerald took one of the gems.

"Mister Pantalone, Miss Ningguang, I assure you, My Team and I are more than capable of doing it. As you can see."

Fitzgerald pointed at the gems. "We have this gems here. From Fontaine. And we did a great job transporting them."

Pantalone and Ningguang looked at each other. Everyone said that. Everyone failed. Ningguang and Pantalone don't have any other choice.

Ningguang spoke.

"True. Let's try to do it. We spent a lot of mora on the Imposter Hunt. All these rewards and mercenaries."

Pantalone chuckled.

"But it was worth it. I even got a precious relic from it."

There were envy in Ningguang's eyes. She also has a little souvenir from the Hunt. Yet, in comparison to Pantalone's, her trophy was simpler.

"Anyway, It's a deal, Mr Fitzgerald."

Both contracts were signed.

Francis broke a tree trunk, when he left Liyue.

Pantalone lost a lot of jewelry because of it.

_______

The first trade was from Liyue to Mondstadt.

If someone saw a new trade caravan, they would think, that they have gone mad.

First, instead of a horse or ox, a white tiger was (somehow) harnessed to the cart. Atsushi chuffed from time to time, but did his job perfectly.

Fitzgerald was walking beside white tiger, looking around. He spoke out loud.

"Look, Weretiger boy, a dangerous monster."

Francis points at the hydro slime, that was more interested in berries, then caravan.

Meanwhile, Francis activated his ability.

"This beast can be defeated only with 100000000 mora punch. Mister Pantalone and Miss Ningguang were so generous, agreeing to give away all their mora, all their possessions to us, right?"

Atsushi scoffed.

Fitzgerald's punch left just a few hydro droplets from the slime.

Somewhere in Snezhnaya, in one of Pantalone's safes, 100000000 disappeared.

"We are saved... Oh, no! Another one!" theatrically gasped Fitzgerald, pointing at lizard, that was staring at the cart.

"This one is more deadly! I must double the effort!"

When the caravan arrived at Mondstadt (Atsushi turned back before someone could notice his tiger form), Ningguang's and Pantalone's safes became more spacious. And Teyvat wildlife get some damage.

______

Fitzgerald's plan was risky, to tell the truth. According to you and books Jouno and others have brought from Teyvat, there was only one language in Teyvat. At least, the only official language. There was no information, if other languages existed. But Francis decided to take this risk.

With some help from Poe, Natsume, Rimbaud and Fyodor, Fitzgerald created an 'ornament'. A synthetic language, that was made from mix of English, French and Russian alphabet and grammar. With Poe's writing, new words looked like an ornament.

The ornament, that proclaims, that person, who sigh the contract, will give away all their money and possessions to Fitzgerald.

And he has a nice little ability to use with new finance help.

_________

Francis stared at what was before him.

He proved, that he can be trusted. And, his businesses 'partners' show them, what their trophy's from the Imposter Hunt were.

_____

Ningguang had four bloodied canines....

****

Dirty Sinner were put in stocks in the middle of Liyue's Harbor. It looked half dead.

It wasn't enough. Tommorow it will be executed. It still have too much dignity.

Rocks, dirt, rotten fruits, manure...

Everything were thrown in Imposter.

It wasn't enough.

Ningguang stare at Imposter.

Its mouth were in blisters.

Its teeth were intact...

A dagger and her fingers weren't the best instruments for a dental practice.

But, Ningguang managed.

*****

And Pantalone had two pinkie fingers in the jar....

*****

It screamed, when its injured feet made contact with snow. Pantalone grinned.

He got a great trophy.

First one, who did it.

Soon, Imposter will lose even more.

Acolytes needs mementos from their great victory.

_______

Fitzgerald saw the mountains of gifts. Gifts for that beast, who ordered to hunt after his treasure.

And he, Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, must be the one, who delivered it.

Francis can't stay here. In Teyvat.

He needs some real world.

He hopped, that he would reached Lowecraft 'waiting' place, before the sunrise.

_______

Fitzgerald stumbled from the portal, back to their world. He wasn't looking, where he was going. He needs to see you. To make sure, that you aren't in pain.

"What have you learned about, Fitzgerald?" Yosano's voice was sympathetic.

Francis looked at her. She was waiting for his answer.

She was the only one, who knew everything about your injuries.

Before that night, Fitzgerald only knew about burns.

He finally found his voice.

"Teeth... Toes..."

His voice was muffled, when Yosano hugged him, pressing his face to her shoulder.

She let him cry.

________

Pantalone was happy. Fitzgerald did a great job. Trades between nations slowly start anew.

Slowly, mire mora will come to Snezhnaya and his vault. And he will spend it to make Creator happy.

Suddenly, his mansion starts shaking.

The next moment, Pantalone was sitting on the Shezhnaya's snow. His home was nowhere in sight.

_______

In Guyun Stone Forest some of the stone spears, that Morax threw during Archon War, collapsed. Fitzgerald was sure, that crystalfly was a dangerous predator.

________

Ningguang grabbed the table, trying to stay on her feet. She was having a conversation with other Qixing, discussing, what other things they could trade with other nations, to use new mora on gifts for Creator, when half of the pillars in Guyun Stone Forest collapsed. Before anyone could react, a second earthquake came, destroying the rest of the stone pillars.

Outside, people of Liyue saw, how Jade chamber disappeared right before the earthquake.

______

Fitzgerald saw a second crystalfly.

______

Both Ningguang and Pantalone have a headache.

They have lost their houses. And, somehow, almost all mora they owned. There were no sighs of treasure horders or weasel thieves. Both Ningguang and Pantalone knew, how to be careful with spending mora.

Yet, both now have one thousand mora each.

The knock on the door made Pantalone and Ningguang turned their heads towards the exit.

Baisi noticeably flinched. She looked terrified.

"We finished looking through taxes declarations... And..."

Baisi put the documents on the table and left.

In a few moments, two loud shouts were heard.

"WHAT DOES IT MEAN, THAT HALF OF TEYVAT POPULATION BECAME BROKE?!"

______

Spa was quiet. Spa was good.

And this spa was completely yours and Fitzgerald's for today.

Fitzgerald announced, earlier today, that you two will have a self-care day. And 'drag' you here.

You had some sweets prepared for you.p

"Now, try this, Treasure" Fitzgerald put a sweet roll right to your lips. You took a generous bite.

Francis secretly smiles.

All your teeth were intact.

He cast a quick glance to your feet.

Currently, you two enjoyed foot massage.

Francis smiles. Your pinkies were here.

He squeezed your hand.

And promised to himself, to keep you safe and sound. And make sure, that no one will even think about taking something from you as a trophy.

____

Bonus

You raise an eyebrow, looking at all the mora Mark, Steinbeck, Dazai, Anglo, Fyodor and Sigma brought in the house.

You took one of the coins. It glimmered in daylight.

Without looking away from the coin, you asked.

"Okay, I will ask. How?"

Twain looked pleased with himself.

"We rob one of the banks, that belonged to that one, in glasses."

Steinbeck added.

"Fitzgerald won't be the only one, who could rob Mr Pants."

Dazai looked extremely proud.

"Ango and I are scumming people. We put some fake donation boxes. People are glad to spare some mora."

Ango, who was counting mora coins, spoke carefully. He was looking at you, observing your reaction.

"We tell everyone, that this mora will be used for a new shrine."

You didn't need an effort to not flinch. You spent enough time with Hawthorne to stop flinching every time the topic of religion came up.

Fyodor spoke next.

"And Sigma and I created a casino. Cards, some machines with toys for kids. Some prizes are unique and appealing to many. And almost impossible to win. But, as you know, everyone wants to play again."

Sigma shrugged.

"The prizes for everyone were my idea."

You dropped the coin back to the pile. Your mouth moved, before you can think.

"It reminds me of an anecdote. Want to hear it? A funny short story?"

Everyone immediately perked up. They took it as a sign of your recovery. It was good, that you start recalling something funny.

"Okay, [Y/N], we are ready for the story!" Naomi pretend to be impatient.

Well, there is no going back. You cleared your throat and started.

"One day, American man, Japanese man and Russian man decided to have a competition and see, who will make cat eat mustard by its own violation. American man immediately grabbed a jar and force mustard down cat's throat."

"Hey, that's violence!" Russian man objects. “You have failed!”

A Japanese man spread mustard between two pieces of fish and wrapped it in bacon.

“Hey, that's a hoax!” Russian man objects. “You have failed!”

“Well, your turn!” Japanese man and the American man grin.

Russian man, without thinking twice, takes the jar and smears mustard under the cat’s tail. It, of course, immediately starts to lick mustard, trying to get it off. Cat licks and licks, even though she is yowling.

“Do you see that?!” - Russian man rejoices “Voluntarily and with a song!”

"You have an interesting taste in jokes, Myshonok." corners of Fyodor lips slightly raised up. On the background, Nikolai and Pushkin were howling with laughter.

Actually, everyone was at least smirking. Even Natsume look a little bit amused.

Francis scoffed.

He was making sure, that Ningguang and Pantalone will rot in slums.

And, it was a good thing, that no one would be able to help them.

______

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Dazai, Fukuzawa, and Francis with a s/o who has a an ability that is considered boring (but very practical) in people's eyes (e.g. night vision)?

Dazai

No real opinion on it. Dazai would feel that way about any ability though. Finding some more unique than others, but honestly has no real opinion one way or the other.  It’s useful, he supposes, but in their mad mad world sometimes it’s nice to be a little ‘boring’.

Fukuzawa

He also doesn’t care. A person’s worth is more than their abilities. What that is is so far down on the list for him compared to how they are as a person, how they treat others, how they might want to better the world, that it’s practically irrelevant to him.

Francis

Is a little disappointed, if he’s honest. Francis thought he would fall in love with someone with a little more flash; not that they aren’t flashy enough as a person. But something so….basic just really doesn’t suit them. They deserve a fantastic ability to match their own fantasitcness. Although, he supposes, an ability is better than no ability in the end.

[madihasheikh]

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠, 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒...

- 𝐹. 𝑆𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡 𝐹𝑖𝑡𝑧𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑑