#margaret mitchell x reader

[judasgot-it]

Morning Brew

Short Scenario: Coffee before work, just some real domestic fluff. Besides Nikolai, his was what I think would constitute a 'morning' with him.

Characters: Jouno, Margaret, Yosano, Nikolai

Should mention btw that the reader is gender-neutral here!

Jouno

Your morning is spent just before the sun rises, as the world is still quiet and the sky is just beginning to gray. You've only just gotten up so you could find your boyfriend, whose warmth you were sorely lacking.

Finding him was easy though, as he was right by the coffee maker, waiting for his coffee to finish. He could have been normal and used a standard coffee maker, that used electricity and didn't make you do any work, but he had to have a pour-over coffee set. One which he listened to religiously each morning as if somehow leaving would change the flavor.

You didn't bother saying anything to him. You just reached out to his shoulders, drapping yourself over his back as you waited for the coffee with him. He reached up, taking one of your hands in his.

"Morning."

You just nodded behind his back, listening as he poured the both of you a cup of coffee. You got off, in search of the sugar and creamer.

Jouno might have been a mean man but having known him for so long, he was sweet. Like his coffee, which was half sugar. It was adorable, although you couldn't really say that straight to his face.

As you handed him the sugar and watched him scoop out copious amounts of it into his cup, you couldn't help but want to tell him that though. He had a bad bedhead and his face was scrunched up in concentration, which really made him look like a disgruntled cat - which was too cute.

You reached over and brushed some of his hair to the side, smiling a little. He looked over, finally done with his sugary monstrosity that he would never admit too.

"You're loud this morning." He mumbled, voice still gruff from sleep.

"Can't help it. You're really cute."

If he felt hot he wasn't going to tell you that. He simply walked away with his coffee cup, turning his face away.

Margaret

It was important for Margaret that you woke up with the sun, before the morning rush, and see what the day had ahead of you. Sitting down in nature and having some coffee together? This was one of her slices of heaven.

Even if it meant you were dragged out of bed at 5 am, and left to sit on a rather dirty park bench while she talked your ear off about her plans for the week. She was dedicated to her job, so of course you had to know about it as well.

It was sweet though, that you were important enough to her that she would include you though. She wasn't this open with everyone, not if she chose too.

You just watched her as you took small sips of your coffee, brushing your legs against hers and nodding along with her story. Something about her boss. You didn't really listen, but you didn't want her to feel ignored.

"You know, Fitzgerald really is a good guy, despite being kind of an asshole. Don't you agree?"

You nodded. That's her boss, right?

She smiled at that and continued her story, which you really didn't have the energy to listen to.

Looking past her head, you could see the sunrise. It was just barely hitting golden hour, so the light was starting to paint Margaret's loose strands into a perfect halo around her head.

Her hair was done as impeccably as always, despite the time, but you could still see the hairs that came out of her style despite this. They flew out from underneath her hat like little wisps of spider thread, dancing with her as she talked.

She had to know how stunning she was, holding her coffee cup as if it were porcelain and not from the local Starbucks. She was like a doll.

You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your face as you saw how happy she was - usually, she tried to stay serious, only showing off her strength. Her beauty was only ever shown as a weapon around others, but right now?

She was just beautiful. You hoped she never lost her smile.

Yosano

Spending the morning with Yosano was quite easy, now that you've lived together for so long. You've made each other's lives easier, becoming part of one another's routines.

You sat together in the bar of the cafe, waiting for your orders. It was still early, so while your drinks were being made, Yosano made small talk with the workers. You added in your 50 cents from time to time, although you were fine with sitting back and watching them.

You were still hazy from sleep, so you really needed your coffee to wake you.

Yosano wasn't bothered by this, instead talking to the redheaded girl named Lucy and laughing at a joke the girl had made - her hair bouncing alongside her as she shook her head. She added her own quip back, trying to outdo Lucy and succeeding - having the girl almost on the floor in laughter.

It made you smile, watching Yosano be in such high spirits so early in the morning.

"What's got you so happy this morning? See something you like?"

Yosano was copying you, leaning her head on hand and facing her whole body towards you. She was effervescent at that moment, as if all of the morning's beauty had concentrated towards her just so you could see how lucky you were to say that you could reach over and kiss her right now.

Which you gladly did, taking your time despite the public atmosphere you were in. You wanted to enjoy the moment as it lasted - you knew there would be a thousand more, but this one was in the now. So why not enjoy it?

"I just wanted to kiss you. You're really stunning, can't help but want to do that whenever I see you."

She smiled, putting her hand on your thigh.

"You're disgustingly sappy in the mornings. Makes me want to puke."

"Ew, not on the tables. My shift just started, ya nasties."

Lucy had chimed in, bringing the two of you your coffee's finally.

You smiled and went to take a sip of your drink - which you promptly spat out as it burnt your mouth. Yosano laughed, even as some of the coffee got onto her skirt.

You spilled some of it onto your pants as she pushed your shoulder in her laughter, making you lose almost half of your drink.

Now both of you were a mess.

Nikolai

You could barely constitute this as the 'morning' if you were being honest.

It was 3 am and you were inside of a gas station looking for an energy drink when you saw a hand popping up in front of you, taking two cans into the abyss it had come from.

You looked behind you, to see Nikolai giggling like any grown man should when he starts shoplifting. He didn't even look at you, he just walked throughout the aisles, grabbing various items with his disembodied hands that went straight back into his weird void.

Sighing, you didn't even bother. You know this would happen with him. No point in trying to be a normal citizen, so you waited until you knew it was safe to exit the building before you followed after him.

Although you doubt the poor, tired cashiers really cared enough to try and stop the two of you.

When you found him outside, his face was set straight, as if he wasn't wearing a clown costume in public, at 3 am.

Then he turned to you. And burst out laughing.

His whole body was shaking, like some cartoon villain. It would have been comical had he not lost his balance and almost fallen into you, causing you to stumble and try to catch yourself by grabbing onto him.

The two of you wobbled like that for a while, causing a scene in the middle of that empty night road. Nikolai took a while longer to calm down from his strange robbery high, finally pulling out your drink and handing it to you.

It was a pink monster, which was good enough for staying up in the morning.

"This is how I feel about you."

You looked up at him, where he kept his usual facade. He hadn't said anything, just waving the drinking around.

"You feel pink monster about me?"

You took it from his hands, opening your drink. You needed the caffeine to stay up, and badly.

"No silly, I feel like you're a rose."

You didn't comment on that. You just nodded, watching as he took out a 4loko out of his jacket for himself. He tried to open it, failing multiple times, before looking at you.

"Can you open this?"

This wasn't exactly your planned three am trip but oblidged, exchanging drinks so you could help him open his own drink. If you heard a loud sip coming from him, you elected to ignore it.

"This one actually tastes like shit. Sorry, I'll give you that new strawberry one when you finish this."

You gave him a look, exchanging drinks again.

"Mixing caffeine and alcohol is unhealthy, you know."

He smirked. He knocked back half of his drink, and turned to you.

"Staying up all night is unhealthy, but look at you being a rebel against God's orders."

You scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. You could taste his chapstick on the lid.

"I just have to be up right now because I need too. What about you? You chose to do this too didn't you?"

Nikolai smiled, putting his arm around your shoulder. He was strong and warm and it made you want to relax your shoulders, even if you needed to keep your mind awake for a long while after this.

"Rebelling isn't fun if you do it alone Y/n. Gotta have at least one person to do it with."

I honestly feel like I write about men better than women, despite having only ever dated women lol. Also idk if I'm super happy with this but I wanted to write and upload something anyways just before work.

#jouno x reader #margaret mitchell x reader #yosano x reader #nikolai x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader

[tachimichishrine]

wld it be crazy of me to request smut with margaret mitchell bsd. like. idk. could be plotless -🍳

<yk what would be crazy? if I already had a margaret smut in my drafts. that's crazyyyy right. i totally didn't already have this fully planned in my head and thats the reason this came out so quickly. yeah nope that's insane. (BTW WELCOME 🍳 ANON MUAHAHA)>

"reputation"

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sugar baby! margaret mitchell x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw ; HARD bondage (shibaru) + bdsm ; oral (giving+receiving) ; masturbation (f) ; brat taming ; degradation/praise ; im getting a lil too comfy on this account so yall are gonna start seein my kinks ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; unedited mnmnmn ;

her family's reputation.

her family's reputation was the reason margaret joined the guild.

her family's reputation was the reason she had to work so hard, trying to repay all their debts.

her family's reputation was the reason she found herself at one of fitzgerald's fancy parties with the elite, rich and most posh out there, acting as though she belonged. there was once a time where she would've felt like she truly did, but that was long ago.

it was the reason she was wearing her most refined clothing, dressed up to appear as though she was still part of a family of importance when you caught her gaze from across the room.

the reason she laughed a little bit too loudly at all your jokes and quips once she found out you were truly a woman of high class, several small fortunes all available at your fingertips whenever you so desired.

the reason for the rest of this tale was a little more blurred.

you invited her over to your home often, offering her lavish gifts and meals that she hadn't experienced in ages. if you spotted a single tear in her dress, you not only recommended a tailor and seamstress to fix it up for her, but you picked out at least five similar dresses in your closet and ordered her to wear them in the meantime.

your intentions became clear after one week, when you had been shopping (and insisting you foot the entire bill) by her side and pointed out a lingerie store.

then you asked for her measurements.

you proposed it so elegantly, just like the aristocrat you were; it was an arrangement, is all. she would come over a few times a week, and you would pay off all of her family's debts. all of them. margaret couldn't say no, although she had quite a significant amount of doubts about the dignity of it all. nevertheless, you convinced her that the payments would be untraceable, simply an anonymous donation to your family from a benevolent third party. it wouldn't become a scandal unless she wanted it to be.

so, she didn't just let you take her measurements, but she also tried on any and every erotic outfit you picked out for her. some were cut-outs, her nipples bare and exposed as you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching her with a hungry look in your eyes, while others were hugging all over her curves. however, you let her chose her favourites, and bought them in every colour imaginable. you wanted your darling to look pretty, after all.

today, she was wearing a new outfit: rope started at her neck, wrapped around in a skillful double loop that was merely tight enough to choke back any of her retorts, and trailed along the rest of her body in a spiderweb of masterful knots and patterns.

slightly tipsy, that was all she was, yet she couldn't remember what moment you'd begun taking off her clothes and turning her into modern art. margaret found you to be gentle, ever loving while you fucked her beyond her wildest dreams, but this time you called her over with a slight twinge in your voice. the drive over here felt shameful, shameful that she was selling her body for the sake of her family's reputation, but it wasn't her place to judge herself. this had been going on for so long that it felt natural to show up at your every beck and call.

"beautiful," you kept muttering over and over, almost to yourself, as you spun her around. it appeared that you recently returned from a trip in japan, where you somehow stumbled across the art. in one of the hundreds upon hundreds of rooms you had, the infrastructure was fitted with a simple hook dangling from the ceiling, reinforced so that it wouldn't collapse under the weight of a human being.

she was hanging from it, a slightly painful experience but it was distributed so masterfully all over her skin that the searing was somewhat pleasurable. what wasn't pleasurable was the overstimulation, the way you'd been looking at her for hours, touching yourself in front of her while she was restrained, unable to move even a single millimeter.

the rope was expensive, somehow— she wasn't sure where a woman of high class would go to buy rope. you'd created a collar at her neck, the remainder of the material creating a line of knots running down in between her legs, rubbing right on her dripping pussy, then up from her ass to re-attach to the neckpiece. a symmetrical zigzag of red lined both her sides, connecting right under her collarbone, above and below her tits, and her bellybutton. as for her legs, you seemed to want them as untouched and bare as possible, so you only wrapped the rope around her wrist and ankles before throwing it across the ceiling fixture.

she truly was a sight to behold, so gorgeous and naked, all for you. your initial goal was just to try it out, a new and illustrious type of bondage that was too exciting to pass on. you opted against the gag in case it ever became too much for her, but you never really established a safe word. you just assumed that she would tolerate it like the brat she was.

you'd cum twice already just watching her and fucking yourself, aided by the feeling of her squirming as she shifted attitudes. at first, she seemed to be having fun, telling you how to shift the ropes so it didn't hurt too much and enjoying the harsh hair pulling you did to get her to face upwards and allow you to kiss her loosely.

after a while, margaret got demanding, a little bitchy even. your hands stopped playing with her face and began taking advantage of your position of power, hers of powerlessness. you grabbed her tits, massaged them with greedy fingers, then seemed to get the better of yourself as you hoisted her higher so she was the right height for you to suck on them. and fuck, did your tongue work magic, impatient as always but the desperation made it feel so good. you flattened your tongue on her sensitive nipple, dipping the tip all around the bottom of her chest then let your teeth sink into her, deep. she let out a soft groan at your nibbling, biting down on her lower lip to keep quiet as you got rougher, grabbing her in between your index and thumb in order to secure her in place while you coated her in your saliva.

"fuck... so good..." you murmured at her taste, shifting to the other side while your free hand rubbed on your panties in between your own legs. "you taste so goddamn sublime, my dear. absolutely exquisite when you're all tied up for me, so patient. you'll be patient, won't y-"

"s-shut up," she breathed out, voice shaky as she tried to shift around mid-air and ease the tension in her core. she managed to rut her hips back and forth by arching her back, painfully rubbing her clit on the rope, desperate for friction.

her efforts were amusing. "now, now, sweetheart, the whole point of this is that you just relax and let me take control, no? so why do you have to be such a fucking whore and ruin it all?"

you tightened the restraints, not allowing her to do anything except breathe, if that. not to mention, you went from caressing her thighs and littering them in kisses to grabbing the end of the rope and continuing your line down her legs, completely typing them together so that her entire body was just one long line of restrained limbs. the more concerning part was that you'd gone from holding her knees apart so you could dip your fingers on her soaking cunt before you licked them clean, to sealing them shut. the wait had already been agonizing, but now you made it clear you had no plans on fucking her any time soon.

you dropped her torso, her shoulders hitting the floor and head contorted so she had no choice to look up at herself, wrapped like a fucking christmas present. you looked down at her, look both sadistic and amused, then spun her around so that she was facing the other direction.

"you know I like to hear your pretty voice, my dear margaret," you said sweetly, then smacked her ass roughly. "you know I don't like it when you hold back"— another slap —"when you open your bratty mouth to say anything except my fucking name like a good whore" — you spanked her once more — "which you are, dear. you're such a good whore, worked up and trying to get yourself off on the rope just from me sucking your needy tits." you slapped her once more, but this time you didn't pull your hand off, instead groping her from in between the tightly woven rope. she moaned, rolling herself on the floor as she tried to listen to anything you just said, but all she could think about was feeling you on her again.

"luckily, I'm in a good mood," you smiled, tying her wrists together behind her back then twirling her around again so you could look at her. you got on your knees, cradling her face in your fingertips lovingly while you pressed a soft kiss onto her lips. "you've had enough of watching me fuck myself, haven't you my dear? would you like to do it for me? would you like to fuck me, margaret?"

it felt like a trick answer, so she just waited, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers she knew you couldn't resist. you used the fact that she was suspended from her ankles at a height that allowed her head to rest flat on the ground in order to part your knees and lower your aching pussy onto her face.

she tried so hard to please you (at first, it was about the money. she was your sugar baby after all, and that was essentially the extent of your relationship. and yet, as time passed, she really did want to make you feel as good as she did when you had her laying down on your plush duvet and pillows, eating her out). before you could even lower yourself all the way, her tongue was already sticking out, reaching upwards to get you on her as soon as she possibly could.

"eager now, aren't we?" you teased for a second, halting your descent just so you could feel her breath hitting you in a feverish attempt to get your cunt on her lips for a few more seconds, then gave in with a stretched out moan. "oh... oh my fucking... mmmn... margaret... you needed me that badly, did you?"

the words stopped and the moaning begun; you didn't have any reason to hold yourself back, nor did you. she sucked on your lips so hard, bottom teeth grazing your throbbing clit while you helped by bouncing yourself on her. you grabbed onto her tits while she finally managed to thrust up into you, fucking you on her tongue with the kind of skill that felt unnaturally good.

the stimulation was wonderful, but her sobs muffled into your ass were even sweeter. she tried, so hard, to rub her thighs together while she ate you out all the way to your orgasm, but you'd learned your lesson and made them tight enough that there was frankly no point in trying. but she'd been so obedient that you figured you'd indulge your sweet darling once you finished screaming her name through your high.

you got off of her face, delicately kissing off the remnants of your cum on her cheeks. "amazing as always, my beauty. shall I return the favour?"

one yank and the whole thing fell apart— margaret fell onto the ground, still tied up with her arms bound behind her back and legs practically sewn together, but no longer hanging from the ceiling. you grabbed a knife off of the table in the corner (your safety net, so to speak) and cut off the attachments on her legs and her wrists. her torso remained bound with her tits sticking out of the circle of red rope, however, because you had thought about it a bit longer and decided you did indeed want to watch her try to fuck herself pathetically on the piece of rope tied between her thighs.

and so, you did. with her on all fours, you grabbed onto the piece of rope now loosely sticking out of the collar and yanked it. she gagged, a beautiful, needy choking noise as it simultaneously collapsed around her throat and her pussy. you eased up a little bit, but in no time your other hand was clutching a handful of her now messy hair while she tried to rub her hips on the piece of rope.

she was starting to cry again, the frustration too much to bear but not enough for her to voice her desire out loud, not letting up on her pathetic humping. you softly kissed the back of her neck, whispering into her skin that this was enough, that she could rest and you would take care of her, but she didn't seem to believe a word of it.

to show that you were serious, you flipped her on her back and stopped kneading her soft flesh in favour of kneading her gushing pussy. you intended on fingerfucking her, you really did, but she was so wet and you didn't know if you could handle letting all that perfectly good arousal go to waste. you grabbed some of the pillows you had stashed in the corner of the room, placing them under her so she would be comfortable as you went down on her, shoulders under her knees and her cunt open to you and only you.

she really did have a beautiful voice, especially when she sung your name out. high pitched, but sultry in the most gorgeous of octaves, as though she were an angel condemned to this world. she let out needy whines as she started to get closer and closer, but she was already on the edge for the past hours and it barely took a few thrusts of your tongue inside of her to have her spasm all over your face.

you laughed, scolding her briefly for not warning you but at the same time, exceedingly pleased. somehow, the ropes looked as flattering on her as the finest pieces of lingerie, and you told her so as you cut her free and kissed her softly.

"how was that, dear?" you helped her back into her dress once you'd put on your own clothes. "was I too harsh?"

she shook her head. "not at all, it was rather... fun. you really do have the most incredibly lewd ideas, though. I'm not sure how you do it," she added with a gentle tease.

you helped secure the body of her dress, tying it from the back before sliding your hands around to the front and holding her from behind. you kissed her neck up and down, taking your time as you smelled her and relished in her taste.

"I have to confess, I was hoping I could've kept you here longer, but it would've been cruel for me to deny you for that length of time. you see, as I promised, every... session, I repay part of your family's debts."

margaret was such an impatient woman. "and? why are you reminding me of this?"

you ignored the tone of her ask and laid kisses along the back of her ear. "well, they're all paid up. I put in the last payment right before you arrived today."

an awkward silence ensued, neither of you sure what to say next. thankfully, she was the one to do it.

"in that case, our arrangement... it's over."

"yes," you said solemnly. "margaret, dear, I know I called it an arrangement, but—"

"shut up."

this kind of brashness was common with her, no doubt, but what surprised you the most was her swirling around to meet your gaze and pulling you in by the waist.

"our arrangement is not over. I should still like to continue to meet you for these sessions, as you say," she stated, very matter-of-factly, like there was nothing you could do to argue her words. "will that be a problem?"

you hid your elation well, instead leaning in to kiss her deeply. "not at all. but I'm not sure how I will be able to compensate you for your time, darling."

"oh really? I could think of a number of ways. a day at the spa, a reservation at the splendid restaurant that just opened on fifth, the roses are quite expensive this time of year too..."

you giggled, picking her up so that she would be weightless as you spun her around excitedly.

"anything you want, margaret. I'll get you anything your heart desires, because all that mine wants is you."

#fucking speediest fic i've ever written i blinked and it was there on my screen like wtf #she's so fucking hot i need to write for margaret more often #margaret mitchell bsd #margaret bsd #bsd margaret #guild bsd #bsd guild #bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd guild x reader #guild x reader #bsd margaret x reader #margaret x reader #margaret mitchell x reader #margaret x reader smut #margaret mitchell x reader smut #bsd x reader smut #down bad tm #im unwell for them

[cemetary-lady]

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[thecoffeelovingfreak]

For the may writing event, may I please request Lotus for Margaret Mitchell (not a lot of people write for her, feel free to use another bsd character if not her) from bsd, and iris for malleus from twisted wonderland? Thank you!

Hello! Yes, you can request for Margaret! Malleus' will be posted momentarily!

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xxiv. - lotus *.♡.* margaret mitchell

| eloquence

how to care for your lotus: a - gn!reader x margaret mitchell b - 183 words c - no warnings

a note from your florist: This was a charming little drabble to write; I hope you like it!

for the may flowers event (closed!) 💐

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A mint parasol cast a relinquishing shade over you and the woman beside you. Honey-coloured hair fell over her shoulders in waves, and the simple white dress she wore echoed the light of the sunrise.

The woman's pace was one of internal relaxation as she continued walking through the gardens of her organization's estate. A small stone gazebo sat along your shared path with a white table and chair set underneath it. A butler bowed at Margaret as he left, leaving the two of you to have tea and biscuits in a tranquil silence.

After pouring herself a fresh cup of earl grey, Margaret reached over and placed her hand on top of yours. A soft smile was shared between you as the sun rose higher in the sky, casting a golden glow over the plentiful flowers.

A butterfly flew and landed cautiously on your joint hands; you glanced up at the lavender eyed woman with a curious look, and ever so eloquent Margaret simply took a sip of her tea and smirked before whispering,

"It seems that nature loves us as well."

#coff writes for bsd🥂 #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd margaret #bsd margaret mitchell #bsd the guild #2022 may flowers event

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

THANK YOU, EVERYONE, FOR 1000+ FOLLOWERS!

Thank you, everyone, for your comments, reblogs and likes. Thank you for your asks. Thank you for your support.

😊😊😊

And, as a little celebration, I want to start an 'event'.

Self-Aware BSD AU x SAGAU Imposter AU Crossover

"If you weren't alone"

What would happen, if Reader were transported into Teyvat with someone from BSD Cast.

I want to write a series of headcannons/short imagines.

Rules:

1. If you want some general headcannon/prompt, send me next ask: "BSD Character Name, SAGAU"

2. If you want to see some specific interaction, or characters being in specific region, send me next ask: "BSD Cast Name, SAGAU, Region, and/or, GI Character"

3. You can ask for organisations (ADA, Hunting Dogs...), smaller groups (Flags, Buraiha...) and specific characters.

One ask - one organisation

One ask - one group

One ask - up to three characters

4. Oda's kids are considered as a group and as one character at the same time. You can ask for two more characters with them.

5. Elise are Mori's 'plus one'. She won't fill a character spot. You can ask for two more characters with Mori. Same with Elise, Mori is her 'plus one' without taking a spot. However, you can ask strictly for Elise/Mori. In that case, they will take one spot.

6. You can ask for both OG! Manga and BEAST! Characters. Character list are under the cut.

7. It's short fic/imagine or pure headcannons event. While I will keep this ideas in mind for a future, I won't write full fics for now.

8. Karl and Ayatsuji's cats are viewed as 'plus one' for Poe and Ayatsuji, and won't fill free character spot, leaving two more spots. You can ask not to include them.

9. You can ask solely for Karl or Ayatsuji's cats. In that case, they will fill characters spot. Ayatsuji's cats viewed as one character.

10. Mii-chan and Natsume Soseki are fiewed as one independent character. If you choose Haruno and want Mii-chan with her, you also should ask for Natsume.

11. Buraiha is fiewed as one group. You can ask for specific Flag characters.

12. You can ask for Zenku/Soukoku/Shin either as one group, or pick characters separately and have a chance to add one more character.

ABOUT READER:

You can ask for GN/Fem/Male Reader.

You can ask for Child/Teen/Reader.

Specify in ask, if have some preference for Reader.

If you don't specify, Reader will GN and Adult.

List of characters and their organisations:

1. Adam Frankenstein (Others)

2 Akutagawa Ryunosuke (Port Mafia, Shin Soukoku)

3. Albatross (Port Mafia, Flags)

4. Louisa May Alkott (The Guild)

5. Ango Sakaguchi (The Government, Buraiha)

6. Atsushi Nakajima (Armed Detective Agency, Shin Soukoku)

7. Aya Koda (Others)

8. Ayatsuji Yukito (The Government)

9. Bram Stoker (DOA)

10. Chuuya Nakahara (PM, Soukoku, Flags, if clarified in ask)

11. Dazai Osamu (ADA, Soukoku, Buraiha)

12. Doc (PM, Flags)

13. Fyodor Dostoevsky (Rats and DOA)

14. Elise (PM)

15. Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (The Guild)

16. Fukuchi Ouchi (Hunting Dogs, DOA and Fukuzawa/Fukuchi Duo)

17. Fukuzawa Yukichi (ADA, Zenku Soukoku and Fukuzawa/Fukuchi duo)

18. André Gide (Others)

19. Gin Akutagawa (PM)

20. Nikolai Gogol (DOA)

21. Ivan Goncharov (Rats)

22. Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Guild)

23. Ichiyou Higuichi (PM)

24. Icemen (PM, Flags)

25. Saigiku Jouno (HD)

26. Tanizaki Junchirou (ADA)

27. Motojirou Kajii (PM)

28. Karma (PM)

29. Katai Tayama (ADA)

30. Kenji Miyazawa (ADA)

31. Kirako Haruno (ADA)

32. Kouyou Ozaki (PM)

33. Kunikida Doppo (ADA)

34. Kyouka Izumi (ADA)

35. Kyuusaku Yumeno (PM)

36. Lippman (PM, Flags)

37. Howard Philips Lovecraft (The Guild)

38. Lucy Maud Montgomery (The Guild)

39. Herman Melville (The Guild)

40. Margaret Mitchell (The Guild)

41. Mizuki Tsujimura (The Government)

42. Mori Ougai (PM, Zenku Soukoku)

43. Naomi Tanizaki (ADA)

44. Natsume Soseki (Others)

45. Oda Sakunosuke (PM)

46. Oda's orphans (Others)

47. Oguri Mushitarou (The Government)

48. Piano Man (PM, Flags)

49. Edgar Allan Poe (The Guild)

59. Alexander Pushkin (Rats)

60. Ranpo Edogawa (ADA)

61. Arthur Rimbaud (PM)

62. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko (Others)

63. Sigma (DOA, can be added to ADA, if clarified in ask)

64. John Steinbeck (The Guild)

65. Tachihara Michizou (PM and HD)

66. Santouka Taneda (The Government)

67. Teruko Okura (HD)

68. Tetchou Suehiro (HD)

69. Mark Twain (The Guild)

70. Paul Verlaine (PM)

71. Yosano Akiko (ADA)

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BEAST Characters

1. Atsushi Nakajima (PM, BEAST Shin Soukoku)

2. Akutagawa Ryunosuke (ADA, BEAST Shin Soukoku)

3. Dazai Osamu (PM, BEAST Soukoku)

4. Chuuya Nakahara (PM, BEAST Soukoku)

5. Oda Sakunosuke (ADA)

6. Gin Akutagawa (PM)

7. Mori Ougai (BEAST Others)

8. Elise (BEAST Others)

9. Kyouka Izumi (PM)

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Maybe, you will be interested. Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy @whisperingwinters

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[deaths-presence]

Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 2: Don't Look Back

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 1,622 Characters Featured: Nathaniel Hawthorne, Margaret Mitchell, small ADA assembly, small Port Mafia assembly Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, hints of Fitzgerald being Yikes and abusive, usual Port Mafia violence, lmk if I happened to miss anything please

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The next day you discovered that the Guild had arrived in Yokohama. You were still waking up from a horrible slumber when Hawthorne came to escort you out of your room. You pushed through your fatigue to get dressed, your fingers dancing over the China blue tulle that was decorated in beautiful pink flower embroidery. The dress was comfortable and easy to put on, hugging the top half of your body perfectly while the rest flowed out without being too high maintenance to walk in. You hastily put your hair up in a ponytail after brushing it before meeting Hawthorne at your door.

You politely walked side-by-side with him after he closed the door behind you. The silence between the two of you was comfortable, but you could recognize the feeling that surrounded you. Something was going to happen today, and the thought alone made the anxiety swell in your chest. It didn’t seem like it was just to have a meeting with Fitzgerald either. No, not with the prospect of reaching Yokohama.

“We are to be leaving the Moby Dick and making headquarters on land,” Hawthorne spoke quietly as if reading your mind. His eyes did not move to look at you. Everything in his expression told you that there was a storm brewing on the horizon. You didn’t quite know what Fitzgerald’s plan was, but he was never simple and respectful with obstacles in his way.

“I am to understand that there is something Lord Francis wants in this city?” You grimaced, the name poison on your tongue.

“He went to negotiate with one of the local organizations yesterday,” Hawthorne replied.

“It did not go well. Not like his other business deals that money manages to fix.”

You swore you caught a flicker of a smirk on his face. If so, it disappeared as quickly as it was shown. On your way to presumably meet with Fitzgerald, you gradually ran into more Guild members that followed behind you and Hawthorne. Your eyes catch the mint ballgown from Lady Margaret, looking refined and proper as always; Lucy with her two thick braids of red hair that bounced with each turn of her head; Melville, who was a quiet old soul that you had only caught glimpses of since being with the Guild. Even Twain with his shirt barely covering his chest would be joining you today.

Your eyes caught sight of the door you had come to loathe throughout your forced stay. It was the door where Fitzgerald spent most of his time when he had to be behind a desk, but for you it was a reminder of the physical abuse; the items thrown at you and demands to change into the person they belonged to; the hands around your throat whenever you refused to push yourself further; the threats of finding your brother and capturing him in order to make you cooperate. Fitzgerald wasn’t afraid to show his true colors. His behavior was what had gotten him so far.

You weren’t aware of the way your body was involuntarily shaking until Lady Margaret made a haughty, discontented noise. You always felt so small in her presence, especially when she turned up her nose. “Heavens to Betsy, are you gonna do that the entire time we’re here?”

Many people would rise to the occasion and become snarky in response, but you knew how Margaret could be. She came across as arrogant whether you were a highly respected colleague or low on the totem pole in the Guild. You had to admire her diligence and the way she carried herself, an air of confidence constantly around her. If she ordered something to be done, it was completed with no questions asked. It is a personality trait you wish you had more of.

You took a deep breath before slowly exhaling, some of your shaking moderately disappearing by momentarily escaping your train of thought. You offered Margaret a small smile. “I apologize, Lady Margaret. I know it can be quite distracting.”

Your words soothed her apparent irritation, seeming to approve of your apology. You both entered once the door was opened by James, the rest of the Guild filing in behind you. All eyes were on their leader that had been waiting behind the door. Though you would’ve loved to keep your body from shaking, Fitzgerald’s eyes on you were enough to destroy the momentary walls of protection you gave yourself.

“Good, the remainder of you are here,” Fitzgerald started with his usual cocky smirk, threading his fingers together and leaning forward on his desk. “We need to begin groundwork in Yokohama. Seeing as this is hardly a good proposition for central headquarters, I will be sending a couple of you to prepare the Zelda to become the head of this operation.”

Hawthorne was correct before, then. You had no doubts about the religious man after how well he had treated you so far, but it allowed you to realize that Fitzgerald must have already made his decision of who he was sending if Hawthorne knew about it.

“Margaret and Nathaniel, I entrust the Zelda to you, along with our dear new friend.” Fitzgerald’s grin brought thoughts of jumping off the Moby Dick, but you didn’t linger on the thought long before he spoke again. “The rest of you will be divided on making moves on the Detective Agency and the Port Mafia. I already have John and Lovecraft down there as we speak.”

Not a word was said. Not even a nod of acknowledgement was seen. The sound of feet shuffling to follow orders was the only thing heard, and you soon found yourself standing between Hawthorne and Lady Margaret afterwards. You were to depart with them and the others before going your own way to fulfill Fitzgerald’s wishes. There was no need to pack anything, as your belongings would be brought to the Zelda. Half of you was screaming for joy that you would be kept elsewhere, but you knew that you would still be suffering surveillance. You had observed Hawthorne and Lady Margaret long enough to know you could not escape them if you wanted to.

Your chest was mixed with several emotions as you prepared for leaving the Moby Dick.

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You didn’t expect to be involved in a fight so soon, but it just so happened that you and the other Guild members landed into a match between the Armed Detective Agency and the ruthless Port Mafia. The several eyes trained on you in shock made you want to squirm, but you only stood quietly. You noted the addition of Steinbeck and Lovecraft to your group now.

“Really? Fire!”

The woman in the pink kimono brought you out of your uncomfortable disposition, your body reacting before your brain as the gunfire reached you. The fountain behind you made your decision, activating your ability and taking on the appearance of a woman you had managed to touch in passing per Fitzgerald’s request. It didn’t take much focus since it had become a default one for you, and within seconds the men firing at you were wiped out by a wave of water that knocked them off their feet. The power of water manipulation was one of the strongest you had in your mental closet of appearance changes.

Your natural hair color was now replaced by dark, blue-toned hair that was almost black, and your eyes were now a striking ocean blue as they surveyed the rest of the area. The people who you considered colleagues despite the circumstances had already started making their own moves of attack. You continued your defensive tactic, even knocking some of the guns out of their hands before your eyes caught sight of brilliant colors that stunned you.

His eyes reminded you of watching the sunset back in the countryside where you came from, the long summer nights where the sky would turn yellow, orange, and purple before bringing forth a pitch-black sky littered with stars. You couldn’t help but stare at the boy, and despite him already sustaining injuries from before, he paused at your own hesitation. Neither of you dared move until Hawthorne broke your connection with his own ambush. You tried to hide the gasp that escaped from your lips as the boy with white choppy hair spat blood, the new injury rendering him to his knees.

The shock was enough for you to lose your shapeshifted appearance, returning to your normal one as you watched the boy collapse. You realized with dread that he wasn’t much younger than you, and you nearly knelt to help him before Hawthorne quickly stepped in your way. Those cold icy eyes of his pierced into you as they always did, but this time they felt like a warning.

“We have our own duties. Let us go.”

You were quiet before stiffly nodding in agreement, though as you started to walk away you looked back towards the boy that had given you a slice of mercy in exchange for his own life. You tore your eyes away to look at the rest of the scene. Your colleagues had swiftly left them bleeding and injured, your gaze hovering over the blonde your age with blood on his tan attire and glasses that were askew; then to the blonde who was lifeless and appeared even younger than the boy you had faced. Your stomach twisted and turned at the bodies.The Guild is not necessarily a nice organization. You do what you’re told, and that’s it. Take care to remember that if nothing else. Steinbeck’s words from yesterday rang through your head while you robotically followed Hawthorne and Lady Margaret to prepare for the Zelda.

#dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x female reader #dazai imagines #dazai x y/n

[fancyfeathers]

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

Chapter Nine

A Loving Father

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Due Henrik’s ability it sent the Guild spiraling, dozens of men in the hospital from being tosses around like a rag doll. Margaret Mitchell was knocked unconscious for days, Nathaniel had to set stitches on the back of his head and was full of fire when he heard of Emma’s escape to the point where he left the Guild. But no one was raging like Fitzgerald in the Society’s escape, to the point where he called for the emergency plan, but you in the underground hideout of the Armed Detective Agency had no idea of the chaos that was happening. All you currently knew from Agency’s and the Society’s conversations in their new found alliance was that someone named Atsushi was captured by the Guild and that Dazai was in a car accident with his government agent friend.

You were sitting alone in the agency’s hide out, reading a book Gaston had given you when you felt someone sit down next to you, you turned and saw president Fukuzawa sitting down next to you. When you went to go look at him he asked you a simple question. “Why did you join the society?”

“Huh? Why do you ask, sir?” You said, cocking your head to the side, curious to his question. His eyes doted from you, then back to looking straight ahead, and you could swear you could see the slightest bit of pink forming on his cheeks.

“You are an enigma to your society, not like the rest. Everyone else alright knew each other prior to joining, have a large amount of wealth to their names, abilities. You on the other hand barely knew three members prior to joining, have near to no money, and no ability to speak of… you’re hard to place.”  He spoke with no emotion in his voice, it was just facts, plain and simple. “Not even Ranpo can place the reason behind you joining. So why did you?”

“Sir, I have no family to speak of, my friends all gone, I’m all alone in this world. Well I was until I met Gaston, then Miss Jane, then Victor, and the rest of the society. They were the first time I haven’t felt alone in a long time, I finally had a place where I fit in for once, a new found family.” You said with a smile, thinking about the last few weeks you have spent in this society, they were like your family now. “I’d also do not want to live in a world where I live in fear of tomorrow, nor a world where I’m told to sit down, shut up, and do as I’m told like some pet. I just want to be free, free to live, free to dream.”

“I see…” his head turned to look down at you once more and now you felt a bit of unease as his gaze fell on you. “Not everyone would treat you like that, like a pet that is. What if someone wanted to protect you, keep you safe from the dangers of this world, someon-

When you felt his hand to drift down and touched yours as he spoke, you quickly stood up, leaving him in a slightly shocked state. “Sir, respectfully, a golden cage is still a cage.”

Before he could respond the doors to the hall opened and Kunikida and Victor rushed inside, both men clearly out of breath. Everyone in the hall looked at them, Victor had clearly taken beating, his face and arms were all bruised and cut up, you could imagine that his legs were much the same. Kunikida supported the Frenchman, Victor’s arm over his shoulder so he could support his weight. Fukuzawa also stood up to look at them, worry apparent on his face “What is going on?”

“Streets have turned to madne- motherfucker!” Victor started as Kunikida helped him onto a bench, his hand slightly grazing against one of the wounds on Victor’s arm. Miss Jane ran to Victor’s side, worry in her face. He gasped for breath, his lungs burning before continuing on. “It’s that kid’s ability, Q. I think the Guild has him.”

Panic came across almost everyone’s face’s except for Gaston. He was sitting in the front of the hall, he didn’t even get up or turn around when the door open but now he spoke up. “Don’t rush out there, you’ll only get yourselves killed. My guess, and I’m rarely wrong, is that your tiger kid is going to escape from the Guild by some force on the inside with Q’s doll. The Guild will chase him down but that Dazai of yours is gonna come to his rescue at the last moment and neutralize the doll.”

“But Dazai was-“

“In a car accident? All apart of his plan.” Gaston said, cutting off the red head, Junichiro. “Once he gets back, we’ll need to think of ways to get Q back and stop this from happening again because otherwise this will keep on happening with no consequences to the Guild until Yokohama is destroyed. I don’t know about the agency but I think an alliance with the Port Mafia would be the best route of action.”

There was a dead silence in the room and all eyes were on the composer and he only said…

“I’m not joking.”

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Turns out Gaston’s predictions were right on the money. Soon the city calmed from the fit of madness it was sent into earlier and both Miss Jane and Fukuzawa deemed it safe to leave the hideout. You all in the Society couldn’t return to the apartment complex yet, due to it being under Guild surveillance but luckily in your new found alliance the agency allowed you to set up in their building for the time being. Atsushi and Dazai had returned and soon the planning for the meeting with the Port Mafia was underway, like Fukuzawa Miss Jane wasn’t going to bring all her members, only a select few that may help in a pinch, Gaston, Dr. Stevenson, and…

“Me?” You asked as Miss Jane stood next to you as you walked down the hallway back up to the agency from a brief walk you took with her this morning. “Why me?”

“Because, you are the only member of our organization who knows the Port Mafia.” She said, her never ceasing smile on her face. “And well I trust you.”

“I know ma’am, but trust me with your life?” 

She only smiles and nodded. “I would trust you with much more than that if you would allow me.”

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So now you waited in a garden along with your coworkers and members of the agency. While everyone had their abilities to defend themselves with, you were armed with only a hand gun, a month ago you couldn’t imagine yourself even touching one but now it was just a normal part of life. Gaston sat down by Dazai and it seemed like those two were in a conversation of sorts while everyone else was mostly waiting in silence or talking in hushed tones. So you went out and sat down next to Gaston, him acting as a wall between you and Dazai who you weren’t the most fond of. Dazai flashed you a smile, but you simply looked away, just because you were allies did not mean you had to like him.

“You wound me, Belladonna. So cold.” Dazai speaks in an over dramatic tone, hand on his forehead like he’s about to faint.

“I have a gun in my pocket if you want me to actually wound you.” You snapped back, not in the mood for jokes from him but he only turned to you with a little bit of a wicked grin.

“Sure- ow!” Dazai was quickly shut up with a smack upside the head by Gaston.  “What was that for?!”

“Please do not flirt with my coworker via means of harming yourself.“ Gaston pushed up his glasses on his nose, not even looking at Dazai. “Besides it seems our friends have arrived.”

Both you and Dazai turned to see where Gaston was looking and on the path leading here there where four individuals, all who you saw earlier, all members of the Port Mafia, including the doctor who you know as the leader. Dazai smiled and looked over to them, to the doctor. “Welcome, boss.”

“It’s been four years.” The doctor spoke with a smile, like nothing was wrong. He was dressed differently as well, a nice suit, hair tied back, black jacket, and a red scarf. “Do you happen to remember the coat that I gave you, Dazai?”

“Of course!” Dazai spoke in a happy melodic tone as he jumped off from the short stone wall you three sat on. Then his demeanor changed to a tone of more serious, darker personality. “I had it burned.”

The doctor’s gaze drifted to you for a long moment, his eyes studying you, almost uncomfortably so. But before he could say something, another voice spoke up, to your rescue it was Fukuzawa. “Ougai Mori, boss of the Port Mafia.”

You turned to see Everyone else stepping out from where they were hidden, everyone but Junichiro… actually where was he? You didn’t see him anywhere. “President of the Agency, Yukichi Fukuzawa.” Then who you now learned as Mori looked to Miss Jane. “And if I had to guess, you’re the head of the society, Miss Jane Austen?”

“That would be correct.” Miss Jane nodded, stepping up next to Fukuzawa but she did not walk forward when Fukuzawa and Mori did. When you looked at her with a questioning glance she looked at you in the corner of her eye and gave a little wink and it was as if you could hear her voice in your mind saying, everything according to plan.

“So the time has finally come.”

“If the government found out that the leaders of the most powerful gifted organizations were meeting like this, I’m sure that they would be absolutely furious to say the least.”

“I’ll get straight to business then.” Fukuzawa said, pushing introductions aside. “A new member of the agency along with a trusted member of the society purposed an alliance between our three organizations “

“And?”

“I objected at first. The idea of cooperating with criminals goes against everything our organization stands for, not to mention the point of view from the society on this seeing as they have no place in this country.” You could see both Miss Jane’s fists clench despite the smile on her face and the emotionless face on Gaston nearly scowling at that. “But the request from the agency member came from someone who has been shot, kidnapped, slashed, and beaten by the Port Mafia, thus his word carried weight. I felt that I should investigate his request at the very least.”

“It would seem that we are both in a rather difficult position.” Mori replied, the more that they spoke, the less it seemed that they viewed the society as a valid power in this conflict.

“These are my thoughts, at the very least I would like to purpose a temporary truce between us.”

“Have you ever read the works of Schelling or perhaps Kissinger?” Mori asked after Fukuzawa’s requests.

“Both are researches of strategic studies, taught by a certain you know who. I know that Leroux and Miss Jane have read them both, I saw them reading their works this morning.” Dazai said, walking forward, this made Miss Jane raise an eyebrow at this and walk forward, joining along side the leaders and Dazai.

“I do read Sun Tzu.” Fukuzawa replied. 

“Like Dazai said, I am familiar.” Miss Jane spoke with a seriousness in her tone, no more smiling.

“There is a parallel between state warfare and strategies of organizations like ours. No force shall reprimand if we violate an agreement, what sanctions could be proposed if the Port Mafia suddenly broke a ceasefire? Or either of your people for that matter? Only the party that decided to uphold the agreement would suffer. As long as circumstances prevail which incentivize betrayal a limited ceasefire cannot be established. The only option left is for complete corruption.”

“Which is also impossible.” Miss Jane said, stealing the words right from Dazai before he could speak.

“Indeed, the Port Mafia is an organization of pride and resentment. Manny of my people have been dragged through the grime and muck.” Mori said, glancing at the British woman.

“Many of mine have been brought to the brink of death as well.” Fukuzawa added.

“Every single one of mine have risked everything they have ever had to do what they are doing now.” Miss Jane stepped in, now she was completely pissed off with Mori, it looked like she was ready to give him a black eye. But something about the both of their responses set more off, a clear expression of anger came across his face.

“But they didn’t die, did they? That is a source of shame for the Port Mafia.” Mori looked completely mad at this point. Dr. Stevenson saw all of this and began walking forward, ready to drag Miss Jane out of this.

“Then why don’t we have it out now?” Fukuzawa reached for his katana on his waist as Dr. Stevenson approached, panicked and now reaching out for Miss Jane. “Let’s settle this and put all of our grievances to rest.”

Port Mafia members jumped forward, ready to defend Mori, but Fukuzawa disarmed them as soon as the came. You watched as he cut through their weapons… how? He reached out to cut down Mori right as Dr. Stevenson was about to grab Miss Jane, but Mori was able to quickly dodge, grabbing Mis Jane by the wrist and wrapping his arm around her neck so that he could easily break it if need be. When the dust cleared you saw Miss Jane with Mori’s arm around her neck, Mori with Fukuzawa’s katana to his neck, Fukuzawa with Mori’s scalpel to his neck, and at Mori grabbing Miss Jane, Doctor Stevenson had drawn her gun and aimed it right at Mori’s head.

“I thought you had discarded your katana, you really haven’t changed at all, have you Fukuzawa?”

“And you still haven’t outgrown your obsession with scalpels, Dr. Mori. You still carry on like a little girl.” Fukuzawa’s eyes drifted over to Dr. Stevenson who held the gun to Mori’s head and Miss Jane whose breathing was panicked. “And it seems like you are always a guardian, Dr. Stevenson. Even when matters don’t involve you.”

“If it came to Miss Jane, it always involves me.” She said, not even glancing at the president. Then… snow fell from the sky, catching Mori off guard, along with yourself for that matter. Fukuzawa disappeared like a hologram and in Mori’s surprise Miss Jane tucked her head in, spun around out of the chokehold and kicked Mori back in the gut with her healed shoe. Everyone turned around to see Fukuzawa standing there, along with Junichiro. Miss Jane smoothed her gown as Dr. Stevenson came to stand in between her and Mori.

“A hologram ability, I see.” Mori turned away from you all, and began walking away. “I enjoyed our encounter, let’s continue it on the battle field.” 

“The agency and the society will be recovering Q tonight.” Fukuzawa spoke up as Mori walked off, he paused at the president’s words.

“What of it?”

“I would advise you not to get in our way, for our sake as well as yours.”

“Why’s that?”

“We actually have something in common, something important to us, that while the society respects not all of them can understand. We both have a love for this city. As people who live here and work to keep it safe we cannot allow outside forces to destroy it, which is why I believe Miss Jane and her society came all this way, to protect the people.” Fukuzawa explained, he glanced at Miss Jane for a response.

“More or less.” She said nodding. “But that is all with our cause you need to worry yourself with.”

“The Guild is powerful, you stand no chance against them.” Mori paused before turning around to look at Dazai. “That’s right, before I go my offer still stands if you want to come back into the fold, Dazai.”

You looked over to the brunette with a shocked expression on your face at those words. “Not a chance, after all you were the reason I was pushed out of the Port Mafia in the first place.”

Your eyes widened, Dazai was in the Port Mafia? Part of you expected that but now that you heard it, it startled you.

“As I recall you left out of your own volition.”

“You were afraid of me weren’t you?” Dazai asked to Mori’s statement. “Afraid that I would aspire to take your position, that one day I would run a knife across your throat just like you did to your predecessor. They say evil expects evil from others. I don’t like the idea of laying with you either.”

Mori sighed at this and turned to look at Miss Jane. “One last thing before I leave, a question.” He pointed towards you, sitting on the ledge. “Why have Miss (Name) join your organization?”

Miss Jane smiled and stepped forward so that she was only a foot away from the Mafia Boss. She reached into her dress pocket and pulled out something you couldn’t see but you could hear what she said as a smile came across Mori’s face. “Call it nostalgia.”

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You now stood outside the agency where now everyone were packing up their belongings from the short time they spent here. You stood by Miss Jane’s side as she spoke to president Fukuzawa and Dazai who stood by his side. Miss Jane shook Fukuzawa’s hand as she bud him goodbye for now.“I apologize for taking our leave from you so soon, see from what Gaston and I both can tell, we’re not needed here in this plan anymore. We’ll have Alexandre and Gaston stake out the sight while you are retrieving Q, but I doubt it will be needed especially if everything goes to plan.”

“If I may ask, where will you all be off to next? You’ll be staying in Japan, correct?” Fukuzawa asked. Miss Jane nodded, releasing his hand and placing it next to her other hand on the handle of her bag.

“Yes, I have some places I want to visit with (Name). Places I want her to see.” Miss Jane said, bumping you playfully with her arm. You gave a weak smile, but your mind was elsewhere, what did Miss Jane show Mori?

“Oooo sight seeing, how fun.” Dazai piped up with a laugh.

“Not quite,” Miss Jane stood her head no. “Call it a trip down memory lane.”

Fukuzawa only nodded as William walked up to you two, but something felt off about him. “We’re all set to go, Lady Jane, Miss (Name), but are you sure about this?”

“I’m positive, William. This is all for the best.” Miss Jane’s voice turned sad before taking a breath and smiling. “Now let’s be off, no time to waste.”

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Miss Jane took you in her car while everyone else went off on their own. Upon entering, Miss Jane gave the driver an envelope, telling him to open it when the time is right. As the car drove off you both sat in silence, a bittersweet expression on Miss Jane’s face. When you asked what the matter was or where she was going she simply told you not to worry. It wasn’t a long drive but soon you both arrived, the driver opened the door to reveal a manor, it was older, seemingly abandoned, European in style, and it vaguely felt familiar to you. The driver helped you and Miss Jane out, she lead you up to the house and pulled out a key and unlocked it before handing you they key. “This is rightfully yours, your father gave it to me before he disappeared.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Your father? You had no clue whatsoever about your father besides he was a detective, you didn’t even know his name, you were raised by your uncle and aunt after his disappearance when you were a baby. “M-my, father. You knew my father?”

“Quite well in fact, your father was good friends with my parents. He gave that to me the night he disappeared, you were only a baby. He told me we would meet and we both would achieve great things.” She lead you into the abandoned mansion. “This was your father’s hide out here in Japan, he was certainly a man with class.”

She lead you to a study, gothic in style. On the wall you saw a portrait, it was of a man, in his thirties with curly brown hair and brown eyes, in his arms he held a baby, a little girl. “Is that him? My father?”

“It is.” She nodded and walked over to the desk as you stared at the portrait. You heard her rummaging in the drawers before pulling out a piece of paper and walking back over to you. “He was a brilliant detective, but even more than that he was a loving father. The day he adopted you was the best day of his life and the day he had to leave you was the worst.” 

She handed you the papers and you looked down at it. It was a will and adoption papers, it had your name, you flipped through it and then you saw the signature… no way. Your breath hitched in your throat, how is this possible? Miss Jane smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. You looked over at her with a shocked expression. “This can’t be real… this can’t be…”

“It is, your father was a very good man, a genius, a gentleman, he loved you so dearly.” She looked away from you and back to the portrait of you and your father. “You are destined for great things, Miss (Name). Just like your father…”

Next to the portrait there was a window, you saw a yellow car pull up behind your black car. This snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked back at Miss Jane with a curious expression, her eyes were also on the car and she just smiled and nodded. “Seems like our time together is over.” 

“What do you mean?”

She merely hummed and walked out of the study, you quickly followed behind, asking her what was going on, over and over again but she never gave you an answer. She opened the front door and you saw standing against the yellow car, a smiling figure, Fitzgerald. Then it all snapped as Miss Jane turned to you and handed you an envelope. “Give this to Dr. Stevenson. My time as the leader of the Society has come to an end.”

“W-why?” You asked, tears forming in your eyes. “Why are you giving up, Miss Jane?”

“It’s the only way. Gaston and William had the same reaction when I told them, but they know this the only way to stop all this.” She reached out a hand and whipped away your tears before leaning forward and kissing your forehead, like a mother. “Make your father proud, (Name).” 

You watched in horror as Miss Jane walked forward and to Fitzgerald’s awaiting embrace. You watched as he kissed her on the cheek and opened the car door for her before following himself. The car drove off and your sobs echoed in the empty air, you fell to your knees and you looked down at the documents in your hands, you saw the the signature and you spoke to yourself, drying your tears with your sleeves. “I’ll make you proud Miss Jane, I’ll make you proud father.”

Your fingertips traces your father’s signature on the adoption papers, Arthur Conan Doyle, other wise known as Sherlock Holmes.

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

[persephone11110]

The Princess And The Rooster Chapter 02

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: major character death(Ice), grief, sadness, slight talking, physical abuse, Bradley is a dick

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San Diego, California -2019

Kiddo, I’m sorry”

She dreadfully listens to father on the phone as he tells her Uncle Ice has died.

Tom“Iceman”Kazansky was now apart of the dead. No longer a living human, no longer here on earth.

She knew it was coming, death was inevitable when you had cancer.

Death seemed to love ripping people away from her, always making it way back to people Percy loved.

-

Percy remembered back her conversation with Uncle Ice.

Percy hand was shaky as she ran her hand over the scar. Tear drops slide down her face, she was marked by him, by anger and almost death.

She was broken, ugly, to never be touched by a man again.

A makeup palette was discarded next to her on her bed. Millions of attempts were made to cover it up , the reminder she almost died by him, by the man who beat her relentlessly and was the father of their one year old daughter Olympia.

A voice appeared in her doorway. She jumped out of habit, expecting a item to thrown at or a speech of degradation.

She was no longer legally bound to that man. Percy was safe, Ollie was safe most importantly.

She didn’t have to get up at 2am cooking dinner, go on beer runs for him anymore.

“How ya doing sunshine?” his voice was gentle, a tone Percy hadn’t heard in awhile.

The bed sinks, as Ice sits down next to her. The sobs got louder-making it hard to talk, to talk about her pain.

Her head was buried in his chest, embracing Ice’s warmth and protective hug.

“The scar doesn’t define you, that scar shows how much of warrior you are” Ice says to Percy leaning down to kiss her head.

“B-but Uncle Ice I’m no Annie Greyson” Percy says“I’m not Annie Greyson, not a Marilyn Monroe” Her voice is wobbly as she speaks.

Annie Greyson haven’t heard that name in awhile, the woman was Bradley’s girlfriend before he left. The woman was gorgeous and had a high paying corporate job.

“Sweetheart what does these women have to do with you?”

Percy shrugged.

“I’m not them and never will be, I’m a monster ”

“Peresephone Katherine Mitchell”

Percy looks at him surprised. Well damn

“What…when Ollie gets older you’ll understand the use of how much a full name being used means”

“Look at them and then look at me, I’m a mom with stretch marks, and this ugly ass scar, and self confidence issues lower than hell while also having a kid… I am not the kind of woman men stop in the street and stare at I’m the kind where men run away from—”

NOPE NOT DOING THIS SHIT.

He releases her from hug–standing up and then kneeling infront of her, holding her hand.

Ice gently runs his hand over the scar. He kisses her cheek.

“Bull..shit” he says looking into her eyes, making sure he has her full attention. “I’ve never heard of someone say so much bullshit in my life before and I’ve known Sli and Maverick for how long?”

You know he’ll love you thick through thin.

Percy lets out a wet chuckle, before wiping her tears— that bastard didn’t deserve her tears.

“Ma….Ma” her voice getting louder as she got closer.

Olympia Margaret Mitchell, her little girl, the reason why she fought so hard to get out.

Her dad was there holding Ollie“Hey kiddo, I tried soothing her but I don’t have what she wants”

Percy laughed at her dad antics, lead it to her Uncle Ice and dad to cheer up.

“Come here Ollie-Girl, come to mama” Percy opened her hands up to Ollie, surely enough she went easily into her mother’s embrace knowing it was safe there.

A mother’s job is to protect her child.

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Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery—San Diego, California 2019

“Commander Mitchell, Ma’am there ready for your eulogy”

“Thank you, tell them I’m ready” She wiped her tears. Pushing the memory to back of her mind, pushing her emotions away.

The Navy needs Ambush, not Percy.

Percy stood at the podium, scanning the area before speaking– Uncle Ice always told her to get look of the audience before speaking, get the vibe of the room.

“Admiral Thomas“Iceman” Kazansky, A man, a father, a husband and one of the best naval aviators of history, the man was Ice-cold outside yet took great pride in helping others always going the extra mile for the others has passed away, but his legacy hasn’t. We may have lost him, but his legacy and story haven’t gone and never will”

She raised her hand, saluting to him. Goodbye Uncle Ice, I hope your okay up there with Uncle Ice and Aunt Carole.

I love you.

Percy watched as her dad punches Uncle Ice’s wings into his casket.

See you again.

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She was standing in her office, looking at a picture of Ollie holding it close to her chest.

Death can take anyone from you, loved one, your enemy.

A knock made her almost drop the picture.

“Commander Mitchell, Vice Admiral Simpson is ready for you”

“Thank you Loot”, Percy walked to the office, her shoes making little no sounds as she approached.

She moved to knock on the door, making sounds that she was here“Come in Mitchell” Cyclone voice called out.

“Admiral Simpson, Bates”

“Have a seat Mitchell” Cyclone gestures to the seat infront of his desk.

“Sirs, may I ask what is the problem?”

“Well Commander, you and I both know your best of the best, always accomplishing the mission, never leaving anyone hanging.

“Sir?”

“I know you’ve heard of rumors of the impossible mission, well I need instructors”, he looked at her with a knowing look. “I have one instructor but, I need someone to contradict the other instructor, someone who flys just as ice-cold as Admiral Kazanksy”.

“You”

Percy flicked her eyes to Warlock in surprise. He smiled warmly at her.

“Commander, just this year you’ve flown five missions each one successful”

“What I’m saying is Mitchell, this mission needs your unique skill-set, your only with these skills”

“I accept sir, not because of an order, but because this country needs me” She replied with confidence something she was slowly getting back each day.

“Thank you Commander” both men nodded as she saluted before walking out the office.

Percy couldn’t believe it, she was chosen as one of the instructors.

Both Admirals's believed she could do it, knowing how Cyclone and Warlock operate, she knew this was serious and they practically needed all hands on deck.

Explains why so many aviators were in the bar that night, Percy wondered if Bradley was picked. What if dad was picked also?

Percy just buried an Uncle she doesn't want to have to bury her dad or an old friend.

She wondered who the other one was.

“Hey dad, Percy was enculfged by her dad and Ollie was wrapped around her leg.

“Looks like you guys missed me” she teased softly, her father kissing her cheek.

“Dad, you know about the uranium mission?”, Percy asked her father, watching his smile drop and his face going pale.

One Mitchell is enough havoc but two?.

-

Miramar California-2019

She saluted to guard as she walked on to base.

“Attention on deck!”

Warlock approached the students as they remained at attention, his eyes roamed the room like a predator picking out its prey. Eyeing each student in front of him.

“Morning students, Welcome to special training detachment—be seated” they all sat down in sync, all of them thinking about why they’ve been called back.

Each one of them already competing to be number one.

I’m Admiral Bates callsign Warlock, Your all top gun graduates the best there is, the elite each one of you have a special skill set to bring to the mission, yet only one of you will be team leader” he spoke to the daggers squad. “This mission needs to be successful, no room for error, no room for ego, just room for success”

“Half of you will stay, half of you will be cut”

Is that why they both picked me as an instructor, would I be to good, to be cut?

Anyone is replaceable, anyone can be number one.

“There is two instructors, one is known for his legendary exploits and he’s considered one of the pilots the top gun program ever produced. He flying is considered dangerous yet remarkable and effective”

“Your godfather …Iceman is only reason why your father is still here. Keep him tame please Commander, the last thing I want is for your father to forced into retirement” Percy thought back to earlier conversations held with Cyclone.

“The other instructor most of you all know her for skills, her skills help her lead her generation as the only woman and pilot to surpass being an ace”

“These two they contradict eachother one flies dangerous and like life his doesn’t depend on it, while the other pilot flies dangerous yet cold, without making mistakes, taking everything down”

“I give you Captain Pete Mitchell callsign Maverick, and Commander Percy Mitchell—callsign: Ambush”

Who would’ve thought the notorious father-daughter duo would be teaching a class.

Both Maverick and Percy made there way up front, Percy combat boot laces clicking aganist the floor each time she stepped.

Maverick walked up first nodding whilst also grinning like the idiot he is“Good Morning”.

She glanced at Bradley before her facial expression went cold “Lieutenants, Good Morning”. So much for being adults.

“See this text book, F-18 you know this book inside and out, so does your enemy”, he said tossing the textbook into the trashcan beside him.

“They don’t know your limits, they don’t know how you fly in the sky”

Percy took over the speech leave it up to her to give the ole death talk. “The mission needs the best of the best, the mission can’t make room for ego’s, error over who’s the better pilot, but it does have room for you come home in a casket, for your family to get the flag at your funeral”.

“This mission needs for you all work as a team, the second you get up there forget your grievances and push to come back home alive all of you” The coldness is Percy voice leaves no match for Iceman Kazansky.

The coldness sends chills down the aviator’s spine’s. Maverick was proud of his daughter, despite talking about death she was right Percy knew what it felt like to lose a friend to lose a wingman.

Lieutenant Margo “Venom” Rockwell.

“We don’t know your limits either, so we’re pushing them today, testing you, trying to scout which one of you, any of you can truly back-seat for me”

“Let plays a game, let see who’s has the talent to shoot me down”

“Good morning aviators, this is your Captain speaking, Welcome back to basic flight school”, Maverick spoke through the intercoms.

As we said earlier today lesson is dog fighting, all guns, no missiles. No going below the hard deck of five thousand feet, work together as a team, shoot me down or suffer the consequences”

“Conquences of what” Hangman asked as his southern accent thick with cockiness.

So much ego, no room for team working.

“I shoot back” Maverick supplied easily without saying thing else.

“No one has the balls to do so” Percy spoke up, eyeing for someone to fight back.

“And you can, Ambush?”, he said spitefully.

“Already have Bradshaw, about decade ago—before you came” Too much anger clouded her thoughts, he’s purposefully doing this, distracting her— the only person to how bad her anger issues were back then.

“Bet shall we Sir, Commander” Payback suggested

Percy turns her back away from Rooster, like a child would do. Like someone hiding from their problems.

“What do you have in mind Payback?”

“Whoever get shot down first has to do 275 push ups”

“Damn” Phoenix whistled

“Hangman you already feeling the push ups” Phoenix teased lightly.

“Don’t flatter yourself Lieutenant Trace”

“Up the stakes Captain Mitchell, 100 burpees”

“I understand your thinking Ambush” Maverick laughed already knowing his daughter angle.

“Deal, move pilots—move like your life depends on it”

Percy side step them walking back to the base “Your not playing Commander?” Rooster asked her.

“Nope Rooster, no need for me to play” she dragged the p“I’m hear to teach Lieutenant Bradshaw”

“This how were doing it Percy?” he asked her, how dare he act as if this is her fault.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw I think it’s in your best interest to leave and get started on your push ups” Percy replied cold, uninterested.

Bradley flys like his father just slower.

“Everyone you love leaves you, they leave for someone better” Rooster remarks before leaving her alone in the hangar.

Everyone does leave her. She isn’t worth loving.

“What was that Bradshaw, go get your push ups in—275, 100 burpees”

-

“He was off balance, I couldn’t mark the shot and take the kill” Rooster gave her a lame excuse, hoping for something, not leniency, can’t he knows better.

“Rules are Rules Bradshaw, report yourself to the tarmac now”

“You won’t be saying this when you cause a teammate or yourself to come home in caskets” Percy snapped before leaving him with Hondo”

“Make sure he does them all, Hondo”

“You got it Commander”, a reminder to not piss off Percy Mitchell, she’s slowly coming back.

One step closer, two steps back.

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw

[angosbbg]

☆ margaret mitchell hcs

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|—»» SFW

(this is x reader (mainly fem but i tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible!!)

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- she's so amazing.

- like she always holds your hand if you want her to.

- always there when you need her to be there.

- perfect gf fr.

- she likes to play with your hair (LET HER.)

- always knows what you want, with one look she immediately knows whats wrong or what you need.

- she likes taking you out on dinners.

- specifically fancy dinners.

- also likes dressing you up.

- and reading stories to you.

- she likes ranting to you about her family problems.

- calls you cute nicknames like "doll" , "love" , "sweetie" , "hun".

- cuz she's southern :33

- i love southern women *drools*

- likes dressing up for you. please let her do fashion shows for you.

- absolute angel. she'll bake you sweets and pastries anytime you want her to!! she absolute adores your eyes lightening up when you taste the sweet flavor of the pastry.

- she adores your hair. will style it if you let her.

- will tease you. if you're more sensitive to that, she'll immediately apologize and kiss you until you feel better !!

- unlike francis or nathaniel, when someone's bothering you, she cant just scare them off.

- though, she will be giving them dirty looks or nasty comments until they leave you alone.

- so either way it's a win win.

- you get to see your gf giving someone else dirty looks and then she's putting her arm around you and walking off with a proud smirk on her face.

- stressed? prepare to be treated like a prince/princess when you get home.

- if you feel insecure about anything she's there to reassure you.

- will NOT let you go outside feeling insecure!! she'll hold you there and kiss where ever you feel insecure at until you feel better!!

- ugh she's such a cutie i love her!!

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|—»» NSFW

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- two words. pillow. princess.

- please eat her out like a starving homeless man.

- she'll mewl out your name as you eat her out, gripping the sheets as her back arches and her head tilts back.

- she tastes so sweet on your tongue!! never hold back on her !!

- i feel like she'd like light bondage, tie her wrists up or she'll tie your wrists up with a ribbon.

- will finger you.

- will get her strap out if you want her to :3

- i feel like her pace is RUTHLESS and yet so sweet :3

- like i imagine her pounding into you like theres no tomorrow and then slowing down to give you loving kisses.

- please pound into her. she loves it so much.

- cat scratches your back as you go at her.

- probably has a choking kink. choke her very lightly as you fuck her.

- she's so fine istg.

- will tug on your hair if you want her to.

- probably bites.

- love bites ofc!!

- will kiss you as yall erm... do it.

- sex.

- yummy!!

- horny ass bitch. she probably fantasizes about you as she fingers herself.

- definitely interested in mutual masturbation.

- great at dirty talk and sweet talk.

- will degrade you.

- pls praise and degrade her.

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A/N: i luv her sm!! also sorry for the delay with this one „^w^„

#bsd #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd margaret #bsd margaret x reader #gayass #shes so pretty #smash tbh

[tayaminaka]

Hello hopfully request are still open, and of so I have a request. Could you please write something for Margaret that is just pure fluff? The plot matters not to me, and I would prefer if it was gender neutral if you can. Thank you and have a great rest of your day/night

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑

“Earl Grey? A really interesting choice my love.”

The woman who was sitting behind an elegant white dressing table was slowly brushing through her honey-colored hair. Her mint umbrella was standing right beside her mint dress which was hanging on the closet door. Usually, she wouldn't allow anyone to see her like this walking around in her pajama. It wasn't ladylike at all and even the servants who brought the tea decently put the cups down on the table without looking up and left as quick as they came.

On the other side of the room, you were laying on the large bed. Because of the big amount of work you laid face down on the mattress. You were patiently waiting for her to finish with her night routine. Even though you could just sleep without her you still waited and waited. Between brushing her hair and getting ready for bed she sipped from her cup. You could see that she liked your choice. Her cup was nearly empty.

“I think it matches you.”

“Isn’t it late for tea though?”

“It’s never late for a good cup of tea, love.”

Outside the wind started to get stronger. The weather wasn’t the nicest and the whole week is going to be stormy and cold. Really cold. It was winter after all. But tomorrow the weather should be nice (or at least not that windy) if you remembered quite well so you pronounced your thought out loud.

“Tomorrow the weather should be nice. How about we go for a walk together? In the rose garden for example. Even though there aren’t any flowers now the sight should be beautiful and since it’s still cold there shouldn’t be much people around.”

You both often went to the rose garden. Especially in summer and spring it was a really beautiful place while in winter you could enjoy the snow covered garden that was still beautiful, even without the flowers. But the only thing that bothered was the cold. In the area you both were living it could get really cold in the winter. Even the warmest clothes you wore only halfway helped especially when it was windy. But tomorrow was a calm day.

“A great idea. I like it. We shouldn’t forget to dress in warm clothes or you will get sick.”

“Since when do I get sick. You were the one who got sick last time.” you exclaimed while smiling

“Oh shush your sweet mouth my love. As I remember I was sick only one time while you were the one who gets sick nearly every year. Now move a bit or you must sleep alone in this bed.”

“Yeah, yeah I got it, I got it I’ll wear extra warm clothes just for you my love.” you chuckled as you moved to your side

As she crawled under the warm blanket you welcomed her in your arms. You cuddled up to each other and enjoy each other’s company. It was warm beside her and you closed your eyes while pulling the thick blanket up. “Love you” was the last thing you said and you received a “love you too” back. All your problems and worries disappeared in the dark room. I’m the end they didn’t really matter.The only think you could think of was how good it is to have someone by your side amd how good it is to be loved.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #manga writing #anime writing #bsd margaret #bsd margaret x reader #margaret mitchell x reader #bsd margaret mitchell #bsd fluff #bsd imagines #bungou stray dogs scenarios #bungou stray dogs scenario #bungou stray dogs imagines #bsd scenario #bsd scenarios

[judasgot-it]

BSD Girls ranked on how angry they would be if you told them you ate their leftovers

No one writes for women so I did a lil something for them lol.

Higuchi - She would forgive you, probably make an excuse for you and say that you had a hard day. She's a sweetheart, she deserves the world, make her a full three-course meal in return because she clearly deserves it. She would take such good care of you so do it back.

Louisa - She wouldn't even mention it, but that's partly because she doesn't like confrontation unless necessary. She is very strong-willed but she picks and chooses her battles. There is a real possibility she will bring this up later though if you do not right this wrong.

Yosano - She will definitely call you out on it. She will decide your own punishment later, although it would be something cute like taking her out somewhere. or maybe not, it really depends on how hungry she was. She might try to stab you if she was absolutely starving.

Lucy - She will definitely mention it every single time she was hungry. Non-stop. Your only way of righting this wrong is by taking her out to eat somewhere that she has been secretly eyeing for the last week or so. Then she will talk about that.

Gin - If she was really hungry - a knife to the throat might be adequate. If she was only decently hungry - a very cold shoulder. Food is NOT something to be played with in her eyes, so she will be very upset if she has that messed with. You will have to repay her with some good homemade food for sure, but even then she will not be over it so quickly.

Margaret - As someone born rich and someone who is very independent, she has a secret brat when it comes to these things. She tries to hide it but it does come out when it comes to things she really wanted - like leftovers. Sure, she can try to mentally justify it, but she can also justify starting an argument so you know for sure to never cross her again. She's a bit petty.

Koyo - She likes you but she also believes in strong boundaries. Sharing is not caring, not if she didn't initiate. She loves to share but only if she wanted to. It's a toxic trait that she's working on, but she really wanted those leftovers, so for now good luck getting on her good side again.

I would add Agatha and Teruko but we don't know enough about her yet and Teruko is I think 32 but her age thing is odd? Also, this is very badly written my most sincere apologies.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #koyo ozaki x reader #margaret mitchell x reader #lucy maud montgomery x reader #yosano x reader #yosano akiko x reader #higuchi x reader #higuchi ichiyo #louisa may alcott x reader #gin x reader #gin akutagawa x reader #gin aktugawa

[tachimichishrine]

"𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍… 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝…"

⋰ ▫ ⊰ 𝐢𝐨 ⨟ she/her ⨟ 18, mech eng student ⨟ bsd+more ⊱ ▫ ⋱

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※ = mdni+nsfw!!, ⁛ = partial nsfw, only at the end ↪ pls keep in mind I (almost always) write femdom smut!!! bc to me, they're all subs...

TACHIHARA MICHIZOU

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

never enough ※ bodyguard!tachihara x fem!reader sap ※ tachihara x hirotsu's daughter!reader mornings and marriage ※ tachihara x fem!reader blown away tachihara x fem!chem eng!reader first time ※ {part 1 ; part 2; part 3} virgin!tachihara x fem!reader just a coffee ※ fem!waitress!tachihara x fem!reader by the fireplace ※ christmas special! mastermind tachihara x fem!chuuya's subordinate!reader impatient tachihara x jouno's sister!reader

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 // 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

scream for me ⁛ ghostface trend! mistletoe confession

H.P. LOVECRAFT

the cat came back lovecraft x natsume's daughter!reader

MARK TWAIN

just one night ※ stripper!twain x fem!reader

MARGARET MITCHELL

reputation ※ sugarbaby!margaret x fem!reader

KAJII MOTOJIRO

when life gives you bombs kajii x fem!engineer!reader

HIGUCHI ICHIYO

housewife higuchi x wife!reader

DAZAI OSAMU

broken and fixed again ⁛ hospital AU!

JOUNO SAIGIKU

sweet and sour crime executive!jouno x gn!reader

BRAM STOKER

ride me bottomless(???)!bram x gn!reader, crack hcs

VARIOUS

hunting dogs highschool hcs, not xreader

decay of angels highschool hcs, not xreader

#HELP MAKING THIS AESTHETICALLY PLEASING WAS SO MUCH WORK WHAT #aesthetic... so... hard...

[snowpeawritings]

I would like to request a scenario with Margaret Mitchell from Bungou Stray Dogs with a male S/O in which she is comforted by her S/O after having a nightmare.

Reader is male

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Someone gets impaled, blood, slight body horror

❄ Snowpea’s words: ... Bruh who were in s2 again NSDJKFSDF

The spikes, thrumming with energy, felt like they were nothing. Margaret hasn’t realized the blood dripping down from where she was pierced, the blood staining her pristine dress. And this was her favorite color too.

The dark colors of Rashomon, combined with her own blood, made her realize the pain that was blooming on the stabbed parts of her body. The pain was bearable-she felt worse during her time in the Guild-but nothing could describe the pain she sees when she looks up.

Your face, completely bloodied by Rashomon’s spikes.

She screamed.

Margaret nearly choked on her own screams.

Her manicured nails tore against the sheets, making holes that no doubt marred the clean sheets. Her sweat dripped down on the pillows, making it uncomfortable to lie upon as she sat up.

She breathed in and out. Her panicked breathing was the only thing heard until she realized--

She turned back and gasped when she saw your eyes staring back at hers.

You blinked your drowsiness away, your hand grasping her shaking wrist. “Marge? You okay?”

She couldn’t speak, in fear of her voice cracking, and she already looks too undignified to make it worse. She instead took your hands, lied down on your side of the bed, and tried to hold in her sniffles.

You could never understand how a lady’s mind works, especially Margaret’s, but she’ll tell you when she can.

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs imagines #bsd #margaret mitchell #margaret mitchell x reader #margaret mitchell imagines #x m!reader #x male!reader #scenario #requests

[hopelessrromantix]

Here's a Nathaniel Hawthorne x female reader scenario: hours before the wedding, Nathaniel's fiancèe (a painter) is nowhere to be found, so the Guild is dispatched to find her. By the time they found her, female reader has just finished her latest painting and she is promptly taken back to her soon-to-be husband in time for the ceremony to start.

Hopefully I wrote him okay, I'm not great with his character but this request was so cute!! I changed up the 'brought back' part, but I thought it would be cuter if he got to see you painting <3

Summary: The guild spends an hour searching for you... only to find you painting in the church's garden.

Nathaniel was trying his best not to panic, he really was. Even though Margaret, one of your bridesmaids, was attempting to reassure him, it wasn’t working.

Granted, there were still three hours before your wedding, but you should’ve already been with your friends getting ready, yet Louisa, your maid of honor, was reading through her plan for the wedding, trying to find any mention of “Bride Randomly Goes Missing Hours Before She is To Be Married”... there was nothing yet.

“Hawthorne, calm yourself down, now,” Margaret said calmly, reassuring him as best she could. “You know she disappears sometimes! Probably admirin’ some flowers outside, she’ll be back ‘fore you know it.”

He nodded, but didn’t feel nearly as calm as she sounded. What if you had gotten hurt? As beautiful as a wedding is, you two had enemies, and lord knows murderers don’t care if it’s your wedding day.

“There’s no way to know if she's safe…” He mumbled, half to himself and half to Margaret and Louisa. “We should look for her. If the wedding is delayed so be it.” He decided, standing up from his seat.

Margaret caught his shoulder before he could step out. “Don’t be too hasty, now. It is still your weddin’ day.”

Louisa suddenly shot up, holding a few pages of paper. “We’ll just go look for her. The rest of the guild is here, we can just split off and look around.”

Margaret clasped her hands together and smiled at the suggestion. “You let everyone know, Nathaniel and I can stay here in case she comes back. She can’t be far anyway, right?”

Louisa nodded quickly, setting off to go find you.

Nathaniel was slightly reassured by Margaret and Louisa’s confidence. After all, Louisa very rarely ended up being wrong.

He settled back in his seat, half listening as Margaret told some story about your trip picking out your dress.

Even with the burning thought in the back of his head that something was wrong, he couldn’t help but be nervous about getting married.

He’d seen plenty of weddings of course, in his church and outside it. But to actually be the groom felt different.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent idly staring into space with Margaret chatting in the background.

He knew it had to be more than an hour. He was slowly getting more and more nervous glancing to the door whenever he heard a noise, hoping you had come back from where ever you were.

It was another half hour before Mark opened the door, panting.

Nathaniel stood up immediately, walking toward his shorter co-worker.

“She’s fine!” Was the first thing Mark said before taking a minute to catch his breath.

Immediately, relief flooded Nathaniel’s body. You were okay, thank the heavens. He was about ready to pull you in and refuse to let you go, though Margaret would surely pry you away.

He looked behind Mark, expecting yuo to be there, only to see empty space.

“Where is she?!” He questioned, urgency in his tone.

Mark leaned back, earning a loud pop from his spine. “She’s uh… outside. She didn’t wanna come with any of us…” He shrugged. You could be stubborn sometimes, especially when it came to your ‘disappearances’ (usually you found a pretty flower that you just had to sketch).

After, in his opinion, far too much glaring, Mark led him to a bench outside. The church’s garden was full of fresh blooming flowers. The sun was still fairly high, creating beautiful lighting, highlighting the fluttery wings of white butterflies that landed on nearby flowers.

In front of the patch, you sat a small, worn out easel in front of you (now he realized why you insisted on bringing that thing). He didn’t care that Mark had slipped out the second they found you, instead focused on the calm expression on your face.

Your make-up was already flawlessly done, more elegant than any he had seen you wear before. Your cheeks sparkled slightly in the sun, and your face was decorated with the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen (he said that every time you smiled). Your hair was also finished, done by one of your bridesmaids earlier in the day. From the looks of it, everything was done except your dress.

You didn’t seem to notice him approaching, to focused on finishing a white wing of a butterfly. The painting looked completely finished to him, the colors just as flawless as the rest of your work. Your comfortable pants had a few stray drops of pain on them, but you didn’t seem bothered by it.

In all honesty, he wouldn’t mind just watching you paint for the rest of the day. You looked so focused on your art, your thin brush adding small details to the flowers you painted.

Your art was always a glimpse into your mind. Though you likely wouldn’t admit it, he could see the small shake in your hand as you put on the finishing details.

“So this is where you’ve been,” He was careful to speak when your brush was off the canvas, not wanting to scare you and ruin your own art. You still jumped a bit, your head whipping toward him.

“Nathaniel! Come look, isn’t it pretty?” You said, gesturing toward the flowers in front of you. Personally, he’d much rather look at your art, but you seemed so excited about the flowers and butterflies that he couldn’t help but nod.

“You know, we get married in an hour,” he reminded, watching your eyes widen.

“Have I really been out here that long?” You questioned, looking around as if there would be a clock pinned to a tree.

“We were worried, you know,” He said, taking your hand. He looked over the painting you’d just finished. It truly was gorgeous.

“Sorry, I got carried away…” you muttered. It didn’t take much for him to tell that wasn’t all there was.

“I’m nervous too.” His thumb stroked the back of your hand as he looked down at you. He wasn’t one to admit fear, usually that would give his adversaries an advantage.

But you weren’t an adversary. You were… well, you were you. Just as nervous and excited as him, though you expressed it differently.

“But I’m excited too. I’ll be able to call you Mrs. Hawthorne after this.” He liked the sound of that.

You laughed, leaning into him.

“I’m sorry I made you worry.” He shook his head, waving off your apology. No, he wasn’t happy about the hour he spent concerned for you, but it had all turned out fine, hadn’t it?

Plus, he was anticipating the ceremony soon anyway.

Oh right, that.

“Let’s head in, you still have a dress to put on and I’m certain Margaret will end up lecturing you about vanishing. Someone else can grab your easel.”

You nodded, taking his hand as you walked in.

He made sure to hang your painting when you got home. It was his favorite one.

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Naomi Tanizaki (self-aware)

Self-Aware! Naomi Tanizaki x GN! Reader

Warning: Platonic Yandere. OOC. Mentions of wounds. Naomi thinks that she can't be considered a human being. English is my second language.

Becoming self-aware

👩🏻 Naomi's first memory in her self-aware live is her brother's face, red from tears.

👩🏻 Then Naomi felt her brother's embrace.

👩🏻 After Naomi gained self-awareness, Tanizaki siblings hurry to the Agency.

"It's not an ability. Yokohama wasn't broken. We are broken. We are fictional characters, who gained self-awareness. Try to remember your lives. Parents, friends outside ADA, what you did yesterday. Give it a try"

👩🏻 Naomi tried to remember her life outside the ADA. Instead of memories, she realised something different.

👩🏻 Other ADA members have something similar. They looked like they have some connection to reality. But not Naomi.

👩🏻 Naomi was not just a fictional character. She wasn't based on any real person. She has no connection to reality.

👩🏻 Naomi wanted to vomit. She felt disgusted by herself.

👩🏻 Was she something more, than a fictional character?

👩🏻 Naomi mindlessly follow Junchirou, when he starts searching for Yosano. She was silent. She doesn't know what to do next. She doesn't want to talk to anyone. Naomi tries to keep her distance from Junchirou.

👩🏻Then she felt the entity's gaze.

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Naomi doesn't care about entity. She has too much on her plate right now. So, some observing entity wasn't the most important of her concerns.

She avoided her friends like a plague. She couldn't bare to look at them.

When Junchirou managed to convince her to talk, she told him everything. About feeling less than a human. At the end, she was crying and Junchirou was hugging her.

After their talk, she pays attention to the entity for the first time. The entity doesn't seem bad. It was just watching. Like a curious person.

And then time resets.

And Naomi was pretending to be a hostage, once again.

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When they start feeling your presence

👩🏻 Naomi plays her role as hostage. At the same time, she was paying attention to the entity. They don't seem bad.

👩🏻 Naomi doesn't have an Ability. She may not be a genius like Ranpo or Dazai. But she is smart. And, most importantly, she trusts her gut feeling.

👩🏻 She will be cautious. But she will wait before making her decision about you.

👩🏻 At the Uzumaki café, while Atsushi was "guessing" their occupation before joining ADA, Naomi heard the voice.

"Naomi [|||||||||||||] can be admired. ,[|||||] manage to [|||||||||] work and school."

👩🏻 The entity's emotions feel like a warm towel after spa. Naomi adds another point in "entity is not bad" category.

👩🏻And then, Higuici led them to the trap again.

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Naomi shield her brother from the bullets. And she heard the voice.

"brave" "as good as others" "humanity"

"Naomi, you are a brave person. It takes special courage to shield someone with your body. It was awesome."

Naomi feels warms on her wounds. The pain left her. She felt calm.

[*In reality, you gently run your fingers over the manga panel.*]

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👩🏻 After Yosano finished treating Junchirou and Naomi, the siblings have another long talk. At the end, both Junchirou and Naomi realised, that you are not a bad person.

👩🏻 When The Guild joined ADA and Port Mafia's union, Naomi was the one who helped John Steinbeck and Margaret Mitchell with accepting the weight of been self-aware.

👩🏻 Naomi want to make sure, that they won't hurt you. She wants to be your friend.

And then, one day, the purple moon shined above Yokohama.

When you installed BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan

👩🏻 Naomi feel honored, when you used almost all of your moons to get her card.

"Great, Naomi is home. Soon all ADA members will be together"

"Nice SSR animation"

"Is it okay to put Naomi, Steinbeck and Lovecraft in one team?"

👩🏻 When gang get access to your phone, Naomi will often serf the Internet. She wants to look at what topic you are interested in, so when BSD gang finally arrives at your world, she will know what to talk with you about.

👩🏻 One day, Tanizaki siblings and you will share a meal together. One day, you three will have a conversation. One dau, you will become friends.

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Today you got another message in BSD Mayoi app. This one was from Naomi.

"[Y/N]! Hope you're doing well. Hope, that one day we will have a nice talk. We will discuss so many topics. Haruko will also join us. Junchirou will make snacks. See you soon. Naomi Tanizaki"

You smile. This notes makes characters look so alive. You choose Naomi's card and pet sprite's cheek.

"Well, if both Tanizaki siblings are want to have dinner with me, it will be rude, if I refuse. I would love to spend time with you. With all of you"

You didn't notice that Naomi's smile becoming wider.

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[deaths-presence]

Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 3: The Vanishing Act

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 1.5k Characters Featured: Nathaniel Hawthorne, Margaret Mitchell Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, usual Port Mafia violence, lmk if I happened to miss anything please! Tag List: @decaf-nosebleed @isa-ghost A/N: If you want to be added to the tag list that has started, feel free to let me know! Don't worry guys, we're finally getting plot-adjacent and building up to what we've been waiting for. :) Gotta love slow burns.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Despite the Zelda as your new floating prison, you gawked up at the humongous vessel that you boarded with Lady Margaret and Hawthorne. The three of you had taken the rest of the evening to settle upon the ship, only paying half-attention to them discussing ideas for what they would do to properly make the Zelda the Guild’s headquarters in Yokohama; at least until they could procure a building. You could imagine Fitzgerald buying out one for the right price.

If Hawthorne and Lady Margaret noticed how quiet you were at the dinner table later that night, they said nothing about it. Your mind kept wandering back to the small battlefield you had managed to jump into. Your body had never moved so fast to protect yourself, but your thoughts were eating at you. Did you protect the right people? Should you have turned around and fought back against the Guild to protect those local to Yokohama? Where exactly did her loyalties lie?

Instead of getting that boy killed, I could’ve given my life to save him instead, you thought. You weren’t hungry enough to finish dinner, and you sighed in relief as Hawthorne allowed you to be excused and escort yourself out to the room you would be staying in. It was no wonder Fitzgerald assigned him and Lady Margaret to look after you. Despite having the opportunity to escape, you knew you would not get far without sustaining critical injuries. Hawthorne’s ability to manipulate his blood was crafty and hard to avoid, and Lady Margaret’s weathering ability with the wind at her disposal was something you didn’t want to be on the other end of.

You entered the room that was provided to you, momentarily forgetting that you were being held against your will on this ship at the sight of the environment in front of you. Nightfall had come and welcomed the glittering stars and constellations in the sky. Your eyes were captivated by the moon, its light reflecting from it dancing across the small, rolling waves of the water. The Tokyo Bay leading to the Pacific outside your windows was torturous. Something so vast and free laughed at you, trapped with no one to come to your rescue.

You decided to succumb to the bed that called out to you after undressing and putting on a nightgown, pulling your hair down from the ponytail you had put it in when leaving the Moby Dick. Your eyes fought to stay open as you shifted into the mattress that hugged you, and you drew up the sheets and blankets to stay warm and comfortable. It was the last thing you remembered until you woke up the next morning.

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The preparations for replenishing the Zelda the next day were quickly turned upside down. Your hands stopped running over the purple and black polyester of the gothic-style dress you wore. The length of the dress shortened into ruffles that came down to your knees and seeing them made you miss having Lucy visit you at least once a day. Your hair was down to save you the headache from having it pulled up, instead substituting the style by having your hair in waves.

Your attention was cast to Hawthorne and Lady Margaret chattering back and forth. Your eyes went to the singular paper that was in his hands, and you couldn’t help but notice that it was written in something deemed childish. You started to approach them before your footsteps on the wooden deck of the ship drew their gazes to you instead of each other.

“I need you to prepare for our departure once we have everything on the ship,” Hawthorne said with controlled calmness. Between him and Lady Margaret, you could taste the newfound tension in the air.

“Departure? So soon?” You tilted your head inquisitively.

“I’m afraid the Port Mafia has threatened this ship and our lives.” Hawthorne gestured to the letter by raising the paper up.

“In crayon?” you asked in disbelief, gently taking the letter to observe it. It was short more than it was sweet, and the content inside was exactly what Hawthorne had just described to you. Your fingers ran over the waxy letters.

“Like I said, it’s nothing more than a silly prank on the Guild!” Margaret huffed in exasperation.

You were inclined to believe her, but you also knew Hawthorne always preferred to remain cautious. If this threat was truly authentic, then it would only be a matter of time before it became reality. Hawthorne was the type to protect his people. Whether that happened to include you or not, you were not willing to pry into it. If nothing else, you knew Lady Margaret would be guarded.

“Mr. Hawthorne, sir. There’s something you should see.”

You felt a cold chill run down your spine and spread through the rest of your body. Did one of the labor men happen to find something to back up the evidence of the letter coming from the Port Mafia? You didn’t learn the answer to that question with Hawthorne’s next order directed at you.

“Please return to your room at once. I will let you know if it is safe to return to the deck.” His eyes told you all you needed to know. You understood if anything were to happen to you, it would be a target on Hawthorne’s head. Fitzgerald would make sure of that after assigning your welfare to him and Lady Margaret. Instead of arguing, you nodded and made your way back to your room. If nothing else, you would prepare for departure after everything was loaded onto the Zelda.

It felt like minutes passed before you heard a rumble above deck, your brows furrowing in concern. You heard your heartbeat starting to pound with adrenaline, and you weren’t willing to wait and see if more explosions were nearby. You left everything behind as you started out of the room at a hurried pace. Several large explosions went off above deck in quick succession, and the force of them made you lose your balance and fall onto the passageway floor. You could smell the fresh gunpowder, and your lungs contracted at the polluted air. You coughed as you forced yourself up on your feet, your idleness turning into panic as you sprinted to the closest way out.

The smoke worsened as you exited onto one of the balconies, your eyes stinging as your body racked with a coughing fit. The distance down to the dock was too grand to simply jump down, and you didn’t have a supernatural ability in your repertoire that strengthened your legs to break your fall. Though, as you thought about it, there was one way you could try.

You focused on bringing out the Change that you wanted, picturing the wings extending from your back and spreading out. Your eyesight shifted, and it forced you to blink rapidly to adjust while the colors making up the dock began to change and sharpen. Your body felt smaller and blonde locks of hair flowed in the small breeze out of the corner of your eye. You would have to take that in mind with your next course of action.

You took a couple of steps backwards before running to the rail of the balcony, kicking your feet off the deck to jump over it. Your wings glided you through the air and delivered you swiftly down to the port. Your landing was sloppy, but you managed to survive. To save your energy, you quickly shapeshifted back to your natural appearance, thankful for the unclouded air entering your lungs.

Your body felt like it was still lightweight enough to be carried by the air, and you nearly blocked out the shouting of your name. Your head slowly turned to the voice, and you snapped out of your stupor when you realized it was Lady Margaret. She looked uncharacteristically disheveled, and you noted the large patch of deep red on her pastel ballgown. Blood. She was injured. The Port Mafia threat was real.

You flinched when Margaret touched you. As you looked into her piercing blue eyes, you saw that they still held determination despite the outcome. She looked different and bare without her sunhat and parasol. She must have caught you staring with the way she shook you by the shoulders.

“Run, you little fool! What are you still doing here?!” she demanded.

“Lady Margaret,” you whispered as you found your voice, “I—”

You trembled at how tight her hold was on your hands now. They weren’t threatening. When was the last time you were touched without it bringing pain? Margaret had decided it was the best way to keep your attention focused on her instead of the chaos that surrounded you.

“Run. If they get a hold of you, it’ll be worse than what Francis has ever done. Run, and only use my appearance if you’re desperate!”

Your eyes widened considerably at the realization. That’s also why she had decided to touch you. If you had to hide yourself, she was offering her appearance as protection. You didn’t realize your eyes were tearful until her hard push sent you backwards. She didn’t have to order you to run again. With Margaret turning her back to help defend Hawthorne, you took to the unfamiliar streets and began running for your life.

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