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theweepingangelofcas · 11 months

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Chuuya x Reader, Seeing His Scars

Minor warning for mentions to abuse, self harm, past injuries. Minor smexy stuff too.

Requests are OPEN.

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You guys had been together for six months. After six months of pining, kisses, and almost too close cuddles, you two were finally ready to 'do the deed'.

Ahem, I mean ŝmèx

Things were getting hot and heavy, his hands underneath your shirt, his lips on yours...

Your hands went to strip off his shirt. You needed to touch him. You would spontaneously combust if you couldn't-

He pulled away the moment you started tugging at the fabric.

"Chuu-?"

His lips went to yours again, but it was softer.

"Y/N. Its not pretty under my clothes, okay?" His hands went to yours, and his face was so sincere that you could've cried.

Cupping his cheek, you whispered, "Chuuya, I'm sure you'll still be just as stunning after I see. Can I? I promise I won't judge."

He paused for a moment, eyes flickering between your face, and your left hand still in his.

Slowly, almost as if he was scared, he started to pull his shirt off over his head.

You didn't mean to stare.

It hurt like a hot knife when his face reddened, looking to the wall beside you two.

"I warned you, Doll. I'm sorry if I'm that hideous. I'll put my clothes back on, or I'll turn off the light, or-"

You shut him up by putting your hands over his heart.

There were scars everywhere. Gnarled, puckered bullet wounds; stabs from knives that never quite healed right. Curled, almost spiky corruption scars blossomed across his torso and down his arms. There was barely a glimpse of unmarked skin in sight.

It was breathtaking.

"It's not ugly, Chuuya."

His gaze went back to yours, shock evident on his features.

You continued, "They're like a puzzle. Or an intricate tapestry. They're beautiful. Please, don't hide them from me. You're still handsome. I promise."

A hitched breath, like he had finally breathed after a lifetime without oxygen.

His head ended up buried into your neck, fire red hair tickling your skin. And, if he shed a few years, no one would have to know.

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theweepingangelofcas · 11 months

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Dazai x Reader - Siren Eyes

Dazai, with a reader who has a siren like ability.

Slight suggestive content, Dazai being Dazai, otherwise no warnings!

Requests are OPEN

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Your ability was unique, if that word could even be used to describe it.

Eye contact with you could cause anyone to be put in your trance. You could make them sing, dance, anything as long as it didn't require harming themselves.

The Port Mafia had picked you up a while ago. And then, after their abuse, you had stumbled your way into the ADA, bloody and bruised. Your mission was to capture at least one member. That was the only way you'd be given freedom.

The moment you walked in, needing help, they were there for you.

And that was how you met Osamu Dazai.

You recognized him easily.

You had heard a few people talking about the former mafia executive, the one with shaggy brown curls and bandages wrapped around almost all of his skin. Seeing him with the ADA was a bit of a shock.

But, you couldn't bring yourself to care. Your lungs burned, your broken ulna ached.

You had disobeyed one too many orders.

The consequences had been severe.

This job was practically a suicide mission.

You nearly collapsed into the arms of a ginger haired boy who had come to greet you. You were unconscious soon after.

************

"Internal bleeding is, luckily for her, a near death condition. She'll be fine."

A feminine voice reached your ears. Your eyes popped open.

Nothing hurt anymore. Good God, what drugs had she put you on?

"Who-" you cleared your throat, "I-"

You weren't sure what to say.

A chipper voice alerted you from the corner.

"Ah, the sleeping beauty is awake! Now that you're all better, would you care to join me in some cyanide drinking?"

A resounding slap. You looked in the direction it came from. A blonde man with a ponytail had slapped Dazai senseless.

"Now that that's taken care of, who are you?"

*******

You told them everything. Everything your bosses had told you to tell. You needed safety. And, once they heard your story, they gave you a chance at exactly what you needed.

They didn't know your mission. And they didn't know your ability. That was all that mattered.

Limited trust, of course. You had to earn complete freedom. But you were okay with that. They were safe.

The first time you had Dazai alone, you had given a sly smile.

"You would've been my boss, if I had joined the mafia a few years ago."

He didn't even flinch. His eyes met yours, just for a moment, and your grin only grew.

You had him.

You activated your ability, watching as his eyes rimmed purple for just one moment, partially glazing over-

A cold, blue rush blew over you. Looking back at him, all effects of your ability were gone.

"You are beautiful, you know. You don't need an ability to seduce me. But since you've shown your hand..."

Handcuffs came out of nowhere. You heard him laugh, but you were too preoccupied on the cold metal on your wrists to notice.

"They didn't tell you what my ability was, did they? Looks like Mori decided to set you up for failure. You screwed up on something, didn't you?"

He was pulling you towards the President's office.

You were too stunned to try and stop him.

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Baby, Don't Do It - BSD Boys x Reader who Self Harms

Warning: this contains mentions and descriptions for self harm and suicide. Please only read if these topics won't trigger you. Thank you very much, and stay safe.

Requests are OPEN.

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Dazai

You two had somehow started dating about 3 months ago.

To be completely honest, you have no clue how it started with him. But it wasn't long until he had wriggled his way into your heart. You loved him hopelessly. It was almost funny.

You knew he had secrets. Things he'd never tell you, no matter what. All of the long talks, the crying on your shoulder, no matter how much trust he could've put in you, he'd always have one thing that only he himself would know.

But, you had that as well. The sleeves and arm warmers covering your forearms constantly. The scars on your covered thighs. You swore very early on that he'd never find out.

And, well, of course he did anyway.

He knew you were having a bad day.

You were withdrawn. Barely speaking at work, not sending him a single text, barely dragging yourself out of bed in the morning. You were depressed, and it was so obvious that it hurt.

He tried to help. He really did. Holding your hand when you sat down, trying to make you laugh. He made more jokes than usual, desperately trying to cheer you up.

When you went home early, he felt his heart drop out of his chest.

'Bad headache', you had murmured. You were out the door before he could even think of stopping you.

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He had made it a half hour at work before the worry made him head home as well. Of course, he'd look for any excuse to get off of work normally anyway. But this was different. This was important. This was you.

"Belladonna, I'm going to come in, okay? I found your spare key."

He couldn't hear anything. The silence was deafening.

Foregoing common courtesy, as if he ever subscribed to that anyway, he walked in.

The apartment was quiet, but not empty. The lights were out, but he could hear hurried breaths coming from your bathroom.

"Y/N? I'm coming in. Cover up, if you want. Unless if you want me to see you, that is." He tried to chuckle.

He could hear a sharp intake of breath, and something hard dropping against the tile floor.

"D-Daz?" Your voice was too strained. To quiet. You had been crying.

"I'm coming in, Y/N." All playfulness was gone from his voice.

"Daz, please, wait-"

His eyes fell on you first.

And then they fell to the dirty blade on the floor.

And then the blood dripping from your thighs, onto the white edge of the bathtub.

Your eyes were red rimmed, tears falling down your beautiful face. "Daz, I'm sorry, please don't be mad, I'm so sorry-"

You were cut off by his hands gently touching next to your wounds, as he observed the depth.

"You don't need stitches. Let me clean you up."

Another teardrop fell, falling onto his hand.

Bandages were pulled out of his pocket, and he began to unwind them around your cuts. The pressure stung for a moment, before subsiding into a gentle ache.

"Y/N, I'm not mad." You took your attention away from the bandages, looking at his eyes instead.

"You're not?"

He nodded, "And you've don't this before?"

You saw him glance down to all the other pale lines.

You nodded.

He checked the bandages, satisfied by the wrappings, before untucking the end of his own.

Bare skin was revealed. It was the first time you had seen more than his face, and his hands.

Deep, angry scars greeted you with saccharine smiles.

"Daz-?"

"I get it, Belladonna. I do. But I'll be here to stop you, if you want."

Chuuya

This man loved you more than you deserved.

At least, you felt like you didn't deserve it.

He showered you in love and gifts. Held you when your mental health crashed. Let you cry and Drip snot on his sleeve when you needed him. He was perfect.

You felt bad keeping secrets from him.

You felt even worse when the scars on your arms continued to multiply.

He was being so good to you. Was this what you were doing to repay him? Destroying yourself?

When it all spiraled out of control, he was, of course, there to help you.

Your sleeve had gotten caught on the pan you were cooking dinner with. One wrong move, and boiling water was being spilled across your blouse.

It hurt. It hurt a lot. You screamed, starting to claw at the buttons on your shirt. Chuuya was there in moments, using his ability to effortlessly get your shirt off of you.

"Baby, are you okay? Are you burned?"

Hands found your sensitive skin, gently touching to see if your skin had been singed.

"I'm fine, Chu'. I promise. It hurt just a little." Your hands tried to push him away, but he saw your arms before you could stop him.

Eyes went wide, realization crossing his beautiful features.

"Baby... what are these?"

He already knew. But he desperately wanted it to be something else.

Your silence was all the answer he needed.

Gentle sobs alerted him, and you were in his arms immediately.

"Ssh. It's okay, honey, I'm not mad. Just worried. I promise."

You buried your face into his neck, sniffling, "Why aren't you mad? I'm not good enough. I can't stop. You should be mad-"

His hand carded through your hair, whispering praise, "I'm not mad. Just worried. I want to help you. Please, let me help you."

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Sense No Evil

Summary: Mori and Elise pull over one day to help a young girl in need. Who knew, that in 4 odd years or so, she'd be almost destroying the world?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Tw: attempted s/a, references to past abuse

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CHAPTER 1: BLINDSIGHTED

"Rintarou! Where are we? I thought you said you'd take me to the candy stoorreeeee??" The young girl's shiny black Mary Jane's stomped against the carpeted floor.

Mori impatiently tapped his fingers against the car window, "Elise, dear, please calm down. I'm sure we'll be there soon! We needed to avoid the traffic!" His hands were frantic as he tried to explain.

The girl huffed, turning towards her own window, "The traffic wouldn't have been so bad if you didn't take me to all those frilly dress stores!"

She didn't even try to listen to his response, watching the alleyways zoom by outside. The neighborhood they had wandered into wasn't a particularly nice one. Poverty seemed to seep from the very ground like sewage. She could see thugs and homeless littering the streets. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the driver swerve the wheel to avoid someone in the road.

"Driver, can you slow down? You're gonna hit someone going this fast."

The driver spared a glance back at her, "Miss Elise, we are in an unsafe neighborhood. It isn't wise for me to slow down."

Mori's hand grabbed his shoulder, "If my little girl wants us to slow down, then we slow down, right sir?"

The car screeched to a near halt, "Yes, Mr. Mori. My apologies."

If she hadn't held her tongue, she would have told him he was a coward.

Ah, though, they were going much slower now. She could see much better like this. Faces gazed at her from the outside world, and it felt as though she was touring through a zoo rather than a city street.

"Rintarou, what's that?"

Her little fingers splayed across the glass, her face pressed right next to them to see better. What was happening out there?

A scream from the outside world broke through the silence of the car's interior.

Mori leaned over her shoulder, squinting his eyes to see what had caught her attention.

"Driver, stop please."

"Yes, Mr. Mori."

Elise couldn't take her eyes off of the sight. A young girl, just a touch older than she was supposed to be, was being pinned against the dirty alley wall. Her attacker, a man almost twice her size, had her by her throat.

"Do you want me to help her, Elise dear? You'd like a friend your age, wouldn't you?"

There was no point in saying anything back to him. She may have just been an ability, but she still felt for the poor girl just within sight.

With a nod, they stepped out of the car.

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The girls nails had dug deep into the man's arms, blood seeping from his wounds.

"Come on, now. A pretty little thing like you should know not to fight it. I'll make you feel really good, okay?"

She coughed, struggling in a breath, "let me go!" Her own dark hair obscured her vision partially, making it even harder to fight back. A wheezing sound was heard, which she soon realized was her own breathing.

She froze when she felt something hard poking into her side. At the same time, his free hand started untying the string on her loose sweats.

A cold shot of fear shot through her, and adrenaline seemed to flood her entire being.

"Stop it! Please! I don't wanna hurt you!" Tears sprung to her eyes, "Don't touch me!"

Someone cleared their throat to the right of them, and the man let go. She fell to the ground, head knocking against the hard brick of the wall. Her groan of pain was barely audible.

"Sorry, man. I'm a bit busy right now. You want sloppy seconds?"

Crimson eyes met his own gaze, "How.. kind, of you. But I'm not quite interested in that."

"The fuck are you on about then-?"

A small hand fisted itself in his shirt, using all of its strength to push him into the wall. Next, a skinny blur, the girl, pushed past him and ran towards the dark end of the alley. It took only seconds for the man's hand to grab ahold of her shoe, sending her toppling over.

"Let go of me!" She hadn't even seemed to notice Mori, weakly trying to kick the man off of her, "Don't do this! Don't touch me!"

His hand reached up, palming her inner thigh.

Mori was about to step in and stop him, when he heard the girls' terrified shreak.

"I said, let go of me!"

A kick. A deafening noise.

A green explosion was all they could see.

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It felt like a stun grenade had gone off right before Mori's eyes. All he could see was a flash of emerald colored light, dancing in front of him like a stunning display of power.

With this image, a single thought came to his mind.

The girl had an ability. He recognized the glowing aura around him. It was the same type as his and Dazai's. Hirotsu's as well. The light of a powerful gift.

As the light faded, and the ringing in his ears stopped, he could only concentrate on one thing.

"My eyes! What the fuck have you done to my eyes?!" The man's screams were shrill, the kind of terrified voice you'd be more likely to hear from a small child than a fully grown man.

Mori felt a tug on his coat.

"Rintarou, look." Elise's voice was even, unlike her usual annoyed whine.

The girl had fallen back, and was inching herself towards the wall.

Her cries were practically silent, mixed in with the chaos around her.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I did it again. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. God, please forgive me-" She forced in a trembling breath, finally halting and curling up on the cold dirt.

In seconds, Mori's hand was in the man's hair, forcing his gaze up towards his own.

His eyes, though frantic, looked perfectly fine. The iris, sclera, and pupil all looked normal. There was no signs of punctures, tears. Not even the beginning of a cataract.

"Your eyes look like they're in tip top shape. What is it?"

"I can't see. I can't see! What has she done to me? I can't- I- that bitch!"

A slap. The man's sobs stopped.

"Hush. You earned it anyway."

Mori let go of him, his eyes still locked on the scene before him.

"Elise, dear? Could you please tell our driver to bring Hirotsu and Dazai here? It seems we have a possible new recruit. And she's an ability user, nonetheless."

With a quick hum, she was running back to the car.

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Port Mafia Safe House #3072

East Side of Yokohama's Port District

"Hello?" A calloused hand brought the phone up to his shoulder. He had better things to do with his hands, after all. The blood wasn't going to pick itself out from under his nails.

He'd been on the clock for days. He had finally gotten some time to himself. This better be important.

"You got a new job. Step outside. There will be a car waiting."

An audible groan, "Hirotsu, I just got back from a job. I'm scrubbing the blood from under my nails as we speak."

"It's a quick one, apparently. You just need to nullify an ability for a little while. After that, you'll get your break."

He sighed. Nothing in the mafia was ever actually quick. Give an inch, they'd ask for a mile. But, it wasn't like he had too much of a choice.

"Fine, Hirotsu. I'll be out in a minute."

Swiping the brown hair out of his face, he put the phone in his pocket, and walked into the cool autumn light.

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He… hadn't been expecting this.

Normally, with a newly found ability user, they would be surrounded by blood and carnage by the time he got to them. They always lost control and got hurt, or managed to slaughter a couple dozen people around them. That was the standard. That was the expectation. He knew how to handle that.

But this?

What was he supposed to do with this?

Mori and Elise were off to the side of him, and Hirotsu was supporting a disoriented man by the shoulders.

In front of Osamu Dazai was a young, crying girl.

He thought she was a boy at first. Loose, baggy sweats and a mop of unruly, shaggy dark hair made her look more like a man than a young girl. But her voice was what gave it away. The airy, feminine cries told all they needed to tell.

She was in hysterics, her hands clawing into her scalp as she sobbed. Terrified nonsense was falling from her lips like a roaring, uncontrollable waterfall.

"This. This is the new ability user? The one you want to bring into the organization?" He rolled his eyes, "I don't think she'll make it long, Mori. This is your worst idea yet."

"Dazai, now is not the time for your antics. Nullify her ability."

Dazai crouched down in front of her. Her eyes still didn't focus on him.

"What is her ability, anyway? Usually it's a lot more obvious by now."

Mori sighed, "She was able to blind this man with one touch. Now, stop asking questions and listen to me for once."

Rolling his eyes, Dazai grabbed onto her upper arm. Immediately, No Longer Human activated, and a cool rush could be felt throughout the entire alley.

Her eyes calmed, finally focusing on him. Lilac met cedar, and her trembling hands clasped onto his arm.

"Who are you? Did you finally break my curse?"

***********

She hadn't said much after that. The girl seemed near comatose as they drove back, clinging to his arm like it was her lifeline.

"Who are you?" His voice was as even as he could make it.

No response. If it wasn't for her speaking earlier, he would have assumed she was mute. The silence was, for lack of a better term, utterly annoying.

"I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours."

A few seconds passed, and finally she spoke again.

"You're Dazai. I heard that man over there say your name." She gestured towards Mori. Her voice was a whisper, hoarse from bile and tears.

"Yes, that's right. And what's yours?"

Small fingers loosened their grip for a moment, as if debating whether she could escape them or not.

"... You should stay away from me. I dont wanna hurt you."

Dazai scoffed, "What makes you think you can hurt us? Surely you figured out we're not exactly the 'good guys' in this situation."

A nod, "Yes. But I'm bad too. I hurt people. Mama said I was cursed."

"Fuck, how old are you, kid? You talk like a child."

She stiffened, "Pa used to curse like that to."

Mori glanced back at them from the passenger seat.

Be nice, Dazai.

The message was clear.

Heh. Yeah, right. With any luck, she's older than 13, and your pedo ass won't give a shit.

"Fine. Sorry, alright?" Dazai used his other hand to pat her hair.

Like a dog. Like Chuuya. He thought.

Dazai tried not to grimace as he felt the grease from her hair transfer onto his palm, "What curse do you have?"

She trembled again, "I blinded Pa. I made the neighbor deaf. Ma said I'm a monster, cursed by God to make people more susceptible to the evil of the devil."

At this point, he finally laughed. She leaned away from him, obviously startled.

"Oh, dear, there is no God. And if there is, he wouldn't send you to tempt people to Satan's side. People do that all on their own."

"... then what am I cursed by? If not God, or Satan, then who?"

Dazai smiled, "Not sure. But lots more people are too, you know. I am. He is;" he motioned towards Mori, then Hirotsu, "Let me show you."

Dazai extended his leg, brushing it against the little blonde girl's ankle. With a blur of purple, she disappeared.

A heavy sigh from the front. The crimson eyed man turning back, "Really, Dazai?"

Dazai chuckled, "That little girl was his ability. His curse, if that's what you'd like to call it. And mine is to nullify anyone else's abilities. Hence why I'm here right now."

The blonde girl popped back up next to Mori, before shooting a glare at Dazai and moving back to her seat.

She blew a raspberry at him, "I like to see Rintarou upset. But that was too far, Mr. Dazai."

Dazai looked down at the girl again, "So I'm going to ask you one more time. What is your name?"

For a few tense minutes, she said nothing. Simply pursed her lips in contemplation. But, eventually, she spoke.

"Megumi. Megumi Shinto is my name

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theweepingangelofcas · 1 year

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Your Moriarty series content is cool! im getting into Bungo Stray dogs 🤩

Dawwwww thank you! BSD is currently my fav anime, and I'd love to start writing for it if you ever have any suggestions :)

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theweepingangelofcas · 1 year

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Hello everyone. How are you? I had an idea, why not the Moriarty with an S/O who has perfect English, and they discover that their sweetheart is French, and grew up in the French countryside before coming to London…

PS : I am very sorry about my English, not my first language.

Something I've noticed is that anybody apologizes for English not being their first language, is that their English is better than mine. Honey, I grew up in the middle of nowhere Midwest. Where I'm from, ya'll is considered an actual word. Your English is perfect, I promise lol.

Requests, as always, are OPEN.

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Je'Taime - William Moriarty

If he stopped for a moment to think about it, you did have the slightest accent.

But it was faint. Barely there. So much so that when he met you, he had automatically assumed you were a native English speaker like him.

Of course, that all changed when he met your parents.

"Mama! Papa! Je'Taime!" You had ran up to an older couple, almost leaping into the older man's arms, "Còmment as-tu ete?"

The couple replied, neither of them in English, and William blinked, walking up to greet them.

"I assume you're Y/N's mother and father? It's a pleasure." He pulled you close with one hand, extending the other in greeting.

The old man smiled, friendly albeit confused, "Est-ce ce garçon dont tu parles?"

You nodded, "Oui, papa. C'est William."

Squeezing his hand, you kissed William's cheek, "William, this is my father. My apologies for the language barrier. They just moved here not too long ago."

He nodded, "You never told me they were from France."

You laughed, "Dear, I'm from France. It would make sense that they are too."

Oops! You broke him!

For a genius, mathematician prodigy, master criminal, you'd think he'd have figured out your heritage. Nope!

You spent the evening being a translator between the three, taking bites of cheese and Crackers between sentences. Despite the language barrier, William still proved to be a perfect gentleman.

He would laugh at their jokes, pull out a chair for your mother to sit on, the works.

And, when you two got home, he was all smiles.

"They were lovely, Y/N. But why did you never tell me where you're from?"

"Will, you're literally a genius. I thought you knew."

Once again: oops! You broke your William!

He makes it his point to learn everything he could about your childhood, birthplace, etc.

Even some of the language. He was whispering sweet praises in your ears normally, yes. But in French?

Sure, half of it I'd slightly mispronounced (bless his little heart) but it's still heaven to your ears.

His favorite thing to say is "je'taime" (aka: I love you)

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theweepingangelofcas · 1 year

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It happened, everybody. I'm officially a licensed esthetician.

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theweepingangelofcas · 1 year

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This proves that I am a being of

*Chaos*

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theweepingangelofcas · 1 year

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hi, can I request louis relationship headcanons with a holmes sister? she's also the third sibling: charming, rational and more empathetic than her brothers (but still very clever and kind of manipulative, she's a holmes lol) like what their relationship would be like and how will both siblings (Holmes and Moriarty) react to it. thank u and sorry if it's too specific!

Omg this is giving Romeo and Juliet vibes!!!! Don't apologize at all, I adore this idea. Thank you for requesting.

Requests, as always, are OPEN.

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Romeo and Juliet - Louis X Holmes! Reader

When he first met you, he definitely didn't know you were part of the Holmes family.

If he did, he probably would have walked off immediately. He hated your family, Sherlock especially, and he'd happily kill your brother if given the chance.

Unlike Sherlock, however, you didn't have much of an interest in murder mystery solving. It was interesting, of course, but you used your logical talents in other ways.

That's why you were alone on the train where Moriarty and Holmes met once more.

Your pen scratched on the paper below you, your hands stained grey with ink. It had been a long while since you'd had inspiration this much, and you were going to use it to your full capability.

The dining car was empty, except for you and your hardly touched appetizer. It seemed that nobody dared interrupt your exhaustive marathon.

That's why, when the door opened, you looked up, glaring at the men who had interrupted you.

"Oh! Pardon us. We'll take our leave." One of the men, tall, blonde, and wearing a brown suit, turned to leave. But the other stayed.

"I'm getting a meal. Our lunch was interrupted earlier, remember, Brother?"

"Ah, alright. But I'll be back in our room if you need me, Louis."

The man, Louis, stepped in, sitting at the booth across from you. The waiter stepped in and took his order.

Your pen kept moving. Your hands were cramping. But it was fine. You didn't care. You hadn't had this much inspiration in months-

"What are you doing? I never knew pens could be so noisy. It's awfully distracting."

He was lucky that said pen didn't go flying towards his face.

"I'm a writer. I'm writing. It's kind of what I do." You huffed, sparing up a glance at him. To your surprise, he didn't look as annoyed as you thought he would.

"Oh, really? What books have you written? My brothers and I quite enjoy a good read."

You named off a few books, and he gasped. "You're Y/N L/N? My brother, William, absolutely adores your works!"

In a flash, he was sitting next to you, smiling giddily like a child, "Could you sign his copy of your first book? It's in our room. I'll go grab it!"

You could barely get a word out before he was gone.

*******

"Do you want me to sign this with my pen name, or my actual name?" You smiled up at him, your tired hands ready to sign the worn book in front of you.

"Well, what's your pen name?" His smile had yet to fade.

"Y/N L/N. My last names fake to protect my reputation. Let's just say my family can be a bit... odd."

Louis chuckled, "That's fine then. If you don't mind, can I bring my brother in here? He'd be delighted to meet you."

"Of course, Louis. I'll be here."

He didn't want to admit it, but he was already a bit smitten. Someone smart and capable, who could bring him and William some good reads? It was perfect. That was, until, William came in, Sherlock in tow.

"My apologies, Ms. L/N. This detective wanted to follow William around like a lost puppy." Louis shot Sherlock a glare filled with daggers.

Before Willian could speak, Sherlock was already piping up, "So, you're still going by that stupid fake last name, huh?"

You seethed silently, grunting, "It's not odd, 'Lock. If it's stupid, then so is your made up 'Consulting Detective' career."

"At least mine serves a purpose."

"How dare you-?!" You were about to hop over the table, most likely to break Sherlock's nose, when Louis interrupted:

"I take it that you two have met before?"

Sherlock gave a toothy grin, "Met her? Even more than that!" He stopped the punch aimed at his jaw, instead slinging his arm over your stiff shoulders, "Liam, meet my little sister, Y/N!"

Louis.exe has stopped working.

You're.... what?

He left that train later in the evening, mind whirling.

You had seemed so perfect. Until... yeah.

As Sherlock started to be around William more and more, Louis found himself drawn to you. It seemed that you made most of your living as a journalist. And, well, what better journalism than watching a master detective at work?

You were always tucked away in a quiet corner, watching, listening. You were quick to speak if called upon. It reminded him of, well, himself.

It took a New Year's party to get him to finally ask you some important questions.

Well, this party was already getting interesting.

It was New Years Eve. The Moriarty family had thrown a ball, and, the Holmes family being their acquaintances, got invited.

Louis had been drinking tea throughout the whole night. He had never been one for parties, so he had situated himself in a small alcove right of the main atrium.

Tea was so boring, wasn't it? That must have been Moran's thoughts, at least, as he had also been slipping small amounts of whiskey into each of Louis's drinks.

He was tipsy within two hours.

*******

You sat next to him, your gown hugging your frame elegantly.

"I'm not such a fan of parties. Are you, Louis?"

The words slipped off his tongue before he realized he was saying them, "It's better with you here, Y/N."

You stammered, a flush coming to your whole face, "I'm sorry, what?"

He nodded, a bit too intoxicated to think before speaking, "You're beautiful. And smart. And funny. And I hate your brother." He took another sip of his drugged tea, "But I rather like you. More than I care to admit."

You noted the flush to his cheeks, and the slurring of his words, and smiled.

"You know what, Louis? Me too."

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theweepingangelofcas · 1 year

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Hi there :)! May I please request hcs for Albert with a touch-averse s/o? Gender neutral or male reader, if possible! Thank you!

Hi! I often times don't like being touched too, so if this is coming from a personal place, then I completely understand.

Requests, as always, are OPEN.

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Touch Averse - Albert Moriarty

It had started slow.

You two had met because of William's consulting business. He had guided you through leaving your narcissistic ex, and you had met Albert in the process.

You looked like you had been electrocuted whenever he shook your hand.

"My apologies, are you alright? Did I startle you?" He drew back his hand, noticing how you were shying away by the second.

"Ah, no, Lord Moriarty," you looked quite sheepish as you spoke, "Just not a fan of being touched, is all. Very sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for, Y/N. Would you like something to drink?"

He truly didn't mind. After all, who was he to judge? He prefers to avoid people entirely. It was understandable.

From then on, he was cautious to not overstep and boundaries. His chair was always respectfully at least a foot or two away from yours whenever you two dined together. He'd ask before getting any closer. He'd even stop people from getting too close to you as well.

Whether there's a particular reason behind your aversion or not, he really doesn't mind. It's just who you are, and that's okay. As long as you're happy, he doesn't mind one bit.

One day, you had approached him, a shy smile on your face. His soon followed.

"What is it, Y/N? It's rare for you to look so mischievous."

Before he could say anything else, you had thrown your arms around him.

He stood in shock for a few moments, eyes wide.

"Y/N...?"

You looked up at him, and smiled, "Thank you for always being so understanding, Albert. It's meant a lot to me. Now, if you excuse me," you parted from him, "That was enough touching for the year."

He laughed.

You laughed.

All was well.

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theweepingangelofcas · 1 year

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Okay, I've got one:

Post-time skip Fred can't sleep one night, so he goes to his kitchen. He then notices a light from the apartment across from his. Upon closer examination, Fred sees a person and bam! Love at first sight.

Sorry if it makes no sense. ~Prism

Hey, Prism!! This is one of my favorite tropes, it's so freaking cute.

Requests, as always, are OPEN.

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Love at First Sight - Fred Porlock

Sometimes, Fred hated the harsh London winters.

Don't get me wrong, Fred was not the kind of person to take hatred lightly. It's a stretch to say that he truly despises anything. It's not in his nature.

But good God, the temperature was well below 0 it seemed, and it had been keeping him up all night.

When he used to stay at the Moriarty manor, he hadn't needed to worry about pipes freezing. The place was large enough that the cold couldn't even penetrate the thick walls. But here?

Ah, hell. Might as well check the pipes one more time. If they froze, let alone burst, it would cause far more trouble than the cold ever could.

Drip

Oh thank goodness, all the faucets were still going. He had checked the one in his bathroom first, and now the kitchen, relieved to see that water could still steadily flow.

He was about to try and sleep again, when a curious light caught his eye. It was coming from the curtains, a sliver of glow peeking through the window glass.

He lifted up the curtains. There, he saw you.

He knew somebody around his age lived in the apartment complex next to him, even though it was still relatively new. But he hadn't expected someone so breathtaking.

They were beautiful. Gorgeous shiny hair, big, beautiful eyes, everything he could have dreamed of. Your pj's hugged your figure in the most darling way, and for a moment, he could only stop and stare.

Then he saw what you were doing. You were desperately turning on and off your faucet. Nothing.

Ah. Your pipes had frozen.

Nothing a guy like him couldn't help with, right?

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theweepingangelofcas · 1 year

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hii !! this is my second time requesting, so please ignore this if it's weird or makes you uncomfortable,

if it's not too much trouble, can you make a s/o where they're dense to their hints that they like them? William, Albert, Sebastian and Sherlock from YuuMori

any gender is fine :) thank you, have a great day !

K but I relate to this ask on a personal level. I once broke this poor guy's soul in high school cuz I didn't know he liked me, and one day I told him he was like a brother to me. Kyle, if you ever read this, I'm so freaking sorry.

I couldn't tell of you wanted it to be the boys or the reader who was dense, so I chose the reader, but pls tell me if you wanted it the opposite.

Requests, as always, are OPEN.

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"You're so Dense." - YuuMori Boys x Reader

William Moriarty

This poor man had been dropping subtle hints for MONTHS-

Flowers on your doorstep, lovingly signed WJM? No clue who that could be!

A basket of your favorite snacks and sweets set on your desk at work? With the Moriarty family crest imblazoned on the front of the note card it came with? Goodness, must have been a mistake!

This man loves you more than anything. He has to. Otherwise, he would have started ripping his hair out in frustration weeks ago.

One weekend, he decided to be more straightforward with his flirts. He invited you to his manor to have tea, and eventually dinner. Candles were lit, roses were meticulously set on the table, everything was so well thought out on his end...

"Aw! Did Louis or Albert just finish up with a date? That's precious. Come, Will, let's help them clean up!"

As your hands reached for a bundle of roses, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

"No, Y/N. I set all of this up."

You thought for a moment, before gasping, "Oh God! Did I get the date wrong? I'm so sorry. I'll leave so you can court whatever girl you're interested in-"

"I don't want 'just some girl',, Y/N. I want you. I invited you here to show you that I care about you."

*cricket noises*

You literally stared blankly at him for like,,, 2 minutes.

"This is... for me?"

"Yes, dear. I've been sending you gifts and kind words for months. But you never said anything to me about them. I understand if you're not interested, but please, just give me this one chance."

"Oh, Will..."

You two had a wonderful dinner date that night.

Albert Moriarty

This man grew up in luxury. Buy, he's still tasteful in the ways he subtley tries to win your favor.

There's a single, delicate orchid flower placed on your doorstep every morning.

A courier delivers your favorite meal once a week to your work.

Every now and then, you even find money in your purse that wasn't there before.

Each time something like this has occurred, a little note card has been attached to the gifts.

"Dearest Y/N, enjoy."

A.M. is how it's signed. You never connected it to your neighbor down the road.

A knock on your door was what roused you from your morning tea.

"Ah, Lord Moriarty! Lovely too see you! Did the courier accidentally deliver my mail to your doorstep again?" You chimed.

He was dressed immaculately, even more so than usual. In his hands were a bouquet of lilies and roses, delicately blushing in the warm spring heat.

"Actually, for once, no," he chuckled, extending the bouquet towards you, "I just figured that I needed to take a more forward approach to my advances. If you'd be so kind, of course."

You paused for a moment. Was he...?

"Are you my secret admirer?"

He full blown laughed this time, lighthearted and carefree, "It's not secret if your initials are on every item you get, my dear. May I come inside?"

******

Hello, my dearest readers! It is I, Angel, back from the dead!

In all seriousness, I realize it's been six months since I posted. My only reason is that I was working an average of 12-14 hours a day for months upon months straight, and the burnout finally caught up to me. On the happy side, I've graduated, am about to become a licensed Esthetician, and a makeup artist. My dream job is finally coming true.

My comeback on here is going to be slow. I know there was a period where I was posting stories 5+ times a week, and I fully expect to get back to that. But, til then, my goal is 1-3 requests every week, just until I get a routine going again.

Sorry for the delay! Can't wait to start writing again :)

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theweepingangelofcas · 2 years

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I know I've barely posted at all but hear me out:

15 year old Chuuya Nakahara.

He's so cute I could die-

#bsd chuuya #bsd ranpo #bsd akutagawa #chuuya nakahara

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theweepingangelofcas · 2 years

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hey angel! i hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself 💕 have a lovely morning/afternoon/night!!

Hey, AL! Thanks for checking in on lil ol' me :) I hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself too!!

I'm doing quite alright, actually! I unfortunately haven't been able to write a lot recently. I have school 5 hours a day, and then work anywhere from 5-7 hours. My schedule is really packed, which is a bit of a bummer, but I promise I haven't forgotten about everyone here! I've just been really busy.

Your Future Esthetician,

Angel

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theweepingangelofcas · 2 years

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Hi angel! How are you? Taking care I do hope! And have you taken care of your self today!

So I read your Louis trying to court morans sister figure but I was curious how would It go with Liam? Would he be protective or straight accepting with Liam asking because they have the role model bond! I also want to know this because I am an open Liam simp if you can’t tell! But I think it would be really interesting! Please take care ok! And drink water!

Hey Akira!! Thank chu for always reminding me of self care <3 I really appreciate it.

Requests, as always, are OPEN.

(BTW I'm gonna start writing for Bungo Stray Dogs! I'm almost done with season 1.)

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How To Give Moran a Heart Attack - William Version

So, we know that Moran isn't particularly too fond of Louis. William, however, is a different story.

It's well known that Moran feels a lot of respect towards William. He'd be lost without him. So, though he wouldn't be happy William had an interest in you, he'd be fine with it in the end.

He'd rather it be William than anyone else.

"Moran, I'd like to discuss something with you in my office."

God, that took him back. It was like he was in primary school all over again, getting called into the principals office for a scolding. But, this was William. And though he had much more power than some lowly school principal, he also held something that dumb principal never had: Moran's respect.

The office door shut behind him. It was him and William alone.

"What is it, William?" Moran took the liberty of sitting down in one of William's chairs.

"I've noticed that you and Y/N are rather close. You're the closest thing to family that she has, yes?"

Moran nodded, "I guess so, yeah."

William's eyes turned soft, caring, "I suppose that you are the best person to ask, then. Moran, I would like to profess my adoration for her. I want to court her. And I'd like your permission to do so."

For a moment, Moran was floored. This conversation was not what he had been expecting. He had thought that he'd be told of some noble to shoot, some bad guy to slaughter. You know, something he actually knew how to do. But this? He felt lost.

"You got a crush on Y/N, Will?"

William chuckled, "To put it in more plain terms, yes. My heart leaps from my chest when I see her."

Moran took a deep breath, thinking for a moment, "William, I respect you. That is something I do not say to many. So, when I say that I'm allowing you to court her, please understand that I'd only ever say that to you. That being said..." his eyes turned steely, "If you hurt her..."

"I give you full permission to hurt, kill, or maim me in the unlikely situation that I huer her." He finished the sentence for him.

Moran nodded, "Very well. If you'd like to get a head start, I believe she's tending to the roses with Fred right now."

"Thank you, Moran"

"Don't mention it, William."

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