I've thought about Yosano and Fyodor's possible interactions so much actually. If they ever met directly it would be fascinating.
Fyodor is a reminder to Yosano of all those soldiers she was forced to heal. His life is utterly disrespected by his ability, taking away his right to die. He's just forced to go on and on fighting like they did. Except, unlike them, he won't escape when she leaves or dies, because it's his own ability torturing him.
On the flip side, Yosano would solidify Fyodor's goals. If he intends to destroy abilities, the case of a young girl forced to participate in war, healing soldiers endlessly, forcing others to go through the same pain he has to, would remind him of the supposed evil of abilities.
Hell, seeing another power like hers own could even convince Yosano herself that abilities should go, or at least shake her faith in fighting against Fyodor. I doubt she'd ever agree with his methods, but if it was down to the two of them, and there were no lives she could save by fighting him...
When he goes to write that last command in the page, and destroy abilities forever, she might just offer him a pen.
ive never heard of those ships before, honestly shibusawa and sigma would make a really interesting dynamic. Maybe sigma could cure some of shibusawas boredom. And ppl need to talk abt shibusawa more, hes barely even mentioned by fans. . I wish i could see them in schizocreeps artstyle tbh. Fyosano sounds cute as well, I think physically and aesthetic wise they would look cute together as a pair.
If there is a God, then... (E) 12/20 ~30.6k (ongoing) - Fyoya - Beast AU with immortals and some other twists, whump with whumpee!Chuuya and caretaker!Fyodor.
A weekend retreat (E) ~10.9k - Fyonikozai - Horror AU, A weekend getaway that turns into tragedy.
A seed of doubt (M) ~11k - Fyodor & Ango - Whump, Bad Things Happen Bingo: Water Torture. Ango is abducted and stuck in a hole slowly filling with water.
Can't say I regret behaving like my enemies (T) ~2.2k - Fyosig - Canon divergence, The ADA rescues Sigma after they experience Fyodor's memories, and Sigma has a change of heart.
Relaxing into regret (M) ~9.6k - Fyoguchi - Pre canon, Higuchi meets Fyodor while having a night out and comes to regret it.
A place you'd rather not be (E) ~11.1k - Fyodor/Original Male Character - Modern Mafia AU whump, Fyodor endures being confined and tortured by an inexperienced & apologetic mafioso.
Belonging to what's not even here (T) ~11.5k - Fyovan - Unrequited, How Ivan came to join the Rats in the House of the Dead, fall for his new master, and have his unhappiness removed.
From here to where it goes on (T) ~3.5k - Fyokuchi - Soulmates AU, Angst, Fyodor keeps a promise.
Fyolai fics
A Carmine Consecration (M) ~6.2k - Vampire Cult AU, Nikolai leads his cult to satisfy his need for blood while maintaining his freedom, and Fyodor is a very dedicated devotee.
Careless (M) ~4.6k - Whump, Bad Things Happen Bingo: Ice Pack, Fyodor gets hurt and calls on Nikolai for help. Two endings to choose from.
A bowl of cherries (T) ~3.5k - Domestic Fluff, Baking together, Injury/Hurt
What stains so well on white (M) ~5.6k - "Vampires", Blood Drinking, Blood and Injury
It's hard to explain what I mean when I say I want you dead (M) ~3.5k - Whump, Bad Things Happen Bingo: Water Torture, Nikolai puts Fyodor in a new "death" game and Fyodor doesn't die
Fyoran fics
The Same Deep Water as You (M) 9/? ~32.4k (ongoing) Modern Vamp AU - Ranpo is a private investigator and takes on a troubling case involving a serial killer, and the circumstances cause him to get involved with a shady new investigator.
Our first and last dance (T) ~6.1k - Canon divergence first meeting at a gala
Other pairings
There’s no contradiction in warfare and worship (M) ~11.4k Ranpoe - Whump, Bad Things Happen Bingo: Misaimed Blame, Poe receives something hurtful and is blinded by his darkest impulses, Ranpo suffers until he can convince him to listen.
Angel Collective AU Series
Angel Collective (18/18) (T) ~69k - Fyosiglai - Domestic Fluff, The DoA trio set up shop in Yokohama to start a fashion house (and their relationship with each other grows along the way).
The way out is through (M) (6/6) ~34k - Kunizai - Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Kunikida deals with the fallout from Fyodor's victory, and struggles with existing and exacerbated mental health issues. Dazai is there for him in his own messy way, for better or worse.
Thank you to all of my past, current, and future readers 💜🙏
I've unlocked my fics for the time being, as my fics were restricted to ao3 users only previously. Still, you should consider requesting an invite for one if you don't have an account.
OMG FYOSANO there's only like 1 fic for them on the whole ao3 and I've been dying for more for ages, if you'd like to share anything about your idea for them then I am all ears 👀
There's a fic for them???? I am definitely looking that up, I know I've talked about this ship with other people on here but I had no idea there were any fics 👀👀
SO the premise of my fic is that Ranpo is called onto a case, and he brings Yosano along - they get to the crime scene, and guess who's already there! One Fyodor Dostoevsky! Cue belligerent tension between Fyodor and Ranpo and a whole lotta sexual tension between Fyodor and Yosano.
Several months ago, after the dust had settled from the Decay of Angels incident, Mori demanded (well, politely requested) that Yosano join the Mafia, just as she knew he would. Fukuzawa refused. The uneasy alliance of the Mafia and the ADA had already been unsettled by the fact that Fyodor Dostoevsky is still around, and appears to be allied with the Agency now, somehow. Things escalated. With war between the Mafia and the Agency potentially imminent, Dazai asked Fyodor to hide Yosano outside the city. One thing led to another...then one thing led to another again...
This is the first time Yosano has seen Fyodor since things returned to normal.
The fic is a lot of Fyodor and Yosano with a little of Ranpo having an existential crisis in the background sdfghfgh. It's also one of two fics I'm working on that have Fyodor helping the ADA solve a case, the other one being fyosig. I just really like the idea, haha.
A couple excerpts under the cut :3
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“Not quite,” Fyodor said. He turned to Ranpo. His smile was pleasant, but there was a distinctly unpleasant gleam in his eyes. “But perhaps the World’s Greatest Detective would care to reveal the truth to us all?”
Ranpo stared back sullenly. “You’ve already figured it out,” he grumbled. “Why should I waste my time?”
“Ah, but surely my intellect is nothing compared to your Ability,” Fyodor replied with a humility that felt about as genuine as the knock-off handbag Yosano had noticed hanging in the hall. “Surely there are details I have missed that you will not, great detective.”
Ranpo pressed his lips together and said nothing.
Yosano huffed out an exasperated sigh. “Ranpo,” she said, trying to match the stern tones the President was able to wield like a weapon. Alas, she had neither his deep, gruff voice nor his intimidating presence, and the effect was somewhat lost. “Remember what you’re here for.”
“And you,” she dropped her voice to a hiss, sidling to Fyodor’s side, “stop instigating.”
“Me?” he returned, all wide-eyed innocence. She shot him a warning glare.
Ranpo watched them, silent. Beneath his messy bangs, his visage was dark, watchful. Presently, he stirred, and when he pulled his glasses out of his pocket his more characteristic arrogant smirk had returned.
“Fine, then. Stand back and watch.”
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He looked up as she approached, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly in the beginnings of a smile. Shades of sunset burned with the dull glow of banked embers across his face. His eyes were shadows.
“Babochka,” he said.
“You still haven’t told me what that means, you know.” She folded her arms and leaned against the railing, looking down at him from the top of the stairs.
Fyodor tilted his head to the side a little. A familiar gesture by now, like the way his fingers sometimes moved as if playing an instrument when he was deep in thought. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? You are supposed to be a detective, you know.”
“I’m a doctor, actually, you know.” Yosano gave him a glare that would have cowed any member of the Agency—including Dazai, and especially Ranpo—but Fyodor just smirked back at her, unmoved. Yosano was unaccustomed to being the one who had to back down first, but she had learned by now that Fyodor Dostoevsky was not nearly as much like Dazai and Ranpo as she had assumed, and she was simply no match for him.
She had never been one to accept defeat that easily, though.
She walked down the steps, stopping on the first step, just above where he stood on the sidewalk. Dark violet eyes regarded her. She looked up at him, one hand braced on the rail. She tried for her usual aloofness, but it was like trying to hide behind a glass door. She knew he was could sense the way her heartbeat had picked up and the way her blood thrummed with the sheer awareness of him, his presence.
Sometimes, she found him frightening; sometimes she could see in his pale face and dark, dark eyes the demon that had haunted them all. But when she was this close the shadows fell away and she could see him clearer, a man who was sickly but was starting to look a little healthier these days, a man who was tall and graceful and had an aura of mystery and ethereality about him, with a secretive smile full of furtive promises. A man who fascinated her in every way that he should frighten her.
Me: Okay, I know I say I'll ship Fyodor with anyone, but I'm gonna stick to mainstream ships like Fyolai and Fyozai because there's more content.
The fascinating dynamic he has with Chuuya because Chuuya is the vessel for a non-Christian god:
The way he seems to admire Sigma for being so far from humanity, and understand his feelings of isolation and loneliness, but still manipulates him seemingly without care:
The fact that he and Bram could have been one of the few reoccurring elements in each others' lives:
Him being uncomfortable and enraged by Atsushi's show of vulnerability:
Ranpo being similarly smart to him, but in a different way and therefore offering a different challenge to Dazai:
He and Agatha both being super elegant and feminine looking and giving villain couple vibes:
Yosano's ability and his being parallels (she can heal others by fatally hurting them, he can heal himself and kill others by making them fatally hurt him):
Oda and Fyodor both being heavily influential forces in Dazai's lives, and the fact that Oda is knowledgeable about the bible:
Jouno having white hair and being willing to kill Fyodor, not to mention that Jouno is a redeemed villain:
Kyouka and him having similar vibes, and the potential for her to be recruited by the DoA in an AU where they get to her before the PM or after the PM but before the ADA:
Seriously I'm pretty sure you can take two completely unrelated characters and find at least one similarity or difference that could make them an interesting ship and I love that!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Written for @fyodorshipweek2024
Day 2
Coffee Shop AU Flowers Angels & Demons
Dr. Yosano Akiko has a very rough night at work and decides some new scenery along with a break is in order to help refocus her mind before her next shift. A change in her routine leads her to meeting an alluring stranger. Her impoliteness and impulsivity give them both a nudge in the right direction.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Fyodor Dostoyevsky/Yosano Akiko
Characters: Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Yosano Akiko
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Ability Users, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Flowers, Meet-Cute, Doctor Yosano Akiko, Barista Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Soft Fyodor Dostoyevsky, mentioned unnamed character death, Medical Procedures, Hospitals, mention of needles, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Not Beta Read, Fyodor Ship Week 2024, Fyodor Ship Week
For the upcoming Fyodor Ship Week - Monday Pairing: Fyodor/Yosano
"The sound of him clearing his throat broke her out of her trance, and she internally kicked herself for her behavior. She was more exhausted than she realized, and she hoped she hadn’t been making some sort of lecherous facial expression just then. The slight blush on the barista’s cheeks didn’t give any confidence towards that concern though, but he looked down a bit before repeating his question to her.
Well that was adorable, she felt a rush of motivation from his response to her merely eyeing his neck, and decided she would at least try to be friendly. Though harassing coffee shop workers wasn’t exactly a past time she had ever indulged in, and she really shouldn’t start. What was the harm in striking up some conversation though? She was already being rude, might as well continue with it. Plus, no one else was behind her in line right now, what a stroke of luck.
“I’ll have an iced mocha please and sorry to ask, but are you a student here? I just noticed your accent and was curious where you are from?” She cringed a little at what she had come up with, it sounded like she was interrogating him randomly.
However, she couldn’t exactly say, “You are such a breath of fresh air for me this morning, please tell me everything about yourself even though you probably want to sell me this drink and be over with this interaction I’m forcing on you,” now could she?
What she was met with was absolute music to her ears, a soft and suppressed giggle that fell into a casual, but genuine laugh, and his eyes narrowed as he gave her a look that was equal parts judgmental and proud as his amusement died down as suddenly as it came on. His face was no longer shy and friendly at all, reminding her that despite her random infatuation and brief judgment of his appearance and demeanor, she was interacting with a complete stranger.
She looked at him with curiosity and asked, “Did I say something wrong?”
He gave her a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “Hm, I don’t know about that it would depend on who you asked I suppose. But you might need glasses,”
“Huh? I just use reader’s sometimes, I don’t need them all the time,” she said factually.
“Oh?” He laughed again at her, and she felt annoyed with him suddenly.
Okay, maybe instead of dragging her finger down his throat she wanted to completely wipe that smug look off his pretty face. Then she noticed, his crows feet that formed in the corners of his eyes, the soft and subtle lines that hid under his dark circles, and few gray hairs that fell softly between the strands of his soft looking jet black hair. She couldn’t decide if he was in his late 30s and a bit of an insomniac, or potentially older. He was definitely older than her though. She scolded herself internally before recognizing that it didn’t make a bit of difference for her, if anything, she wanted to lord over him even more now."
