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Shuffle the cards, cut the deck, shuffle again, place the two stacks next to each other.
What they have is nice, isn’t it? Maybe not as simple as they’d like, maybe not as sweet as it was in the beginning but that doesn’t stop it from being nice. Nice is almost too simple a word for their complexities, too sweet a word for as dark as they can get but somehow, someway, it still fits them. Slots into the space between their hands when they lay down to sleep at night, when the other’s face is the last thing they see before sleep and the first when they wake. Nice is the word when they share a bottle of wine before having breakfast, nice is tearing the world apart for the other, nice is useful.
They could’ve had such a perfect life together, without Bosses ordering them here and there, do this and do that, kill those and torture these. They could’ve ruled so easily, taken over everything and done so much more and so much better than they are now. They could’ve had it all and wouldn’t that have been nice? So very nice?
No disconnect between themselves and the world, no listless apathy, no burning broiling rage, no guilt and no regret. They could have had nothing and everything and all they had to do was say yes, just one word, one promise, just yes.
“You didn’t though,” comes as a sigh but it shouldn’t be. There shouldn’t be any sighs as you flip those cards, ace of diamonds, nine of spades, four of hearts, three of clubs, six of hearts; high, low, low, high. How many things did you take from that wretched ship, hmm? Gems from a dead man, cut so carefully, shined to a fine finish and given to someone you want to charm. Oh what would they say if they knew?
Would dear Icarus fling you to the Sun? Burn you to nothing and scatter your ashes to the wind? Would the Wolf tear you to pieces with his immaculate teeth and leave your bones fresh and clean? Would they care? Either of them? Hmm, do you want them to care pet? What do you want from them, do you even know?
“I don’t,” you say so simply as you play with your stolen cards, each with its own specific imperfection and flaw, so easy to spot. Are you sitting here, playing with these scraps of paper while you watch them on your screens, or are you on a boat with a lovely man sitting across from you and a sweet boy waiting outside? Are you sitting here with a dead man’s toy or are you with them, dressed in sultry things and relishing in the look in their eyes?
Where are you Fyodor?
“Here, of course,” you answer offhanded, flipping another card and smiling when the King of Diamonds showed his face. You remember him fondly, ever so fondly, the warm lust in his eyes looking at you and at his partner, liking the pair better than apart. As pretty as you were in your soft stockings and supple collar, as bright as your golden eyes were and demure your smile, you weren’t enough. You weren’t nothing because he knew, he knew Veniamin wasn’t real and he knew there was something so much darker lurking under all those coloured contacts and sweet smiles, he wanted it but he had something better.
This would be easier if you were jealous you know, if you just wanted get rid of the competition and take what rightfully belongs to you because doesn’t everything? But nothing is ever simple with you Fedya, never never never quite so simple or easily solved or resolved. Why would you make it easy, where’s the fun in that? Where’s the fun in being the only thing the King of Diamonds appreciates, would he be as enticing to you if he was as dark as you want him to be, almost need him to be? Of course not, you wouldn’t want him if he was easy to have or as much like you as you claim he is, he wouldn’t be as fun if he didn’t have that one little spark of something.
There’s nothing fun in something so dead and dull, predictability is never beautiful and that’s why you want them both, of course it is. Double Black was the most deadly partnership, able to raze organizations to the ground in a single night, they’d be excellent allies to have and they fucked you so good you can still remember it. Remember the slide of a cock in your ass, slick with lube while fingers dug into your hips, held you in place while you leaked into those soft panties they dressed you in.
You loved how they always used you, treated you no better than a toy oh but what a toy, something prized and precious to them even while calling you a cocksucking whore. You’re hard now, aren’t you, thinking about it and about them. Do you have to think though? Why think about them when you can see them on all your screens with all your cameras pointed right at their house. You can’t see them from the inside, can’t see the confusion on their faces when the find the letters or the rage as their eyes flit down the pages but you can see them moving in front of their window.
Mmm, quite the voyeur aren’t you Fyodor? Always a voyeur, watching them in such intimate, personal moments with your dick hard in your pants and your breath short in your throat. What stops you from being a common pervert, is there anything, no probably not but it doesn’t stop you from doing it. After all, Gods see all and you want to become the highest of the Gods so you’ll start here.
Shuffling your cards, playing your games and here’s your Queen of Hearts. You’ll stroke this one’s face so gently, trace the lips and smile, you’ll use your proxies until you can have the real thing again. Again, right here, in your grasp, lips parted in a moan again, eyes fluttering shut or snapping open again. Would you have him writhe and fight and scream again? Have him be your pretty little torture project, something pretty being broken open to show you something even more beautiful, even more twisted and glorious to your gore loving soul?
Do you want them both like that? Tied down and sightless, snarling and cursing at you? Or just Chuuya, just precious Icarus, screaming and howling and snarling and yowling while Dazai stays silent as the Wolf waiting to howl. While those dead black eyes spark with something you can’t put a name to because you can never put a name to what he feels, how he feels, no matter how hard you try and oh how you’ve tried. You’re near obsessed with him darling, nearly sick with it but you’re the kind of fucked up that relishes in sickness, aren’t you vermin?
You’re a rat carrying your disease everywhere you go, your disease of death and your sickness of skin; you’re so beautifully fucked darling, entirely and horribly. You want them to fuck you and you want them to revere you, you want to hurt them and you could almost love them but your one consistency is how dangerously close you are to obsessed with them. You remember what happened the last time you wanted someone, what you had to do to finally get them and how indescribably dull he became after you were done with him.
What are you willing to do and how far will you go to get your precariously matched pair? Will you kill their bosses and their loved, will you rip the brain from their skulls and force them to love you? Are you willing to share or will you be the selfish little boy you’ve been your whole life long and break your toys to stop anyone else from playing with them?
“I think,” Dazai sighs and at least, at the very least, you have your microphones set up close enough to hear them. If you can’t see them then you can at least hear them, hearing them moan and gasp, scream and curse and cum, oh it’s so nice to hear them cum.
“We need to have a talk,” he finishes pensively, ever so pensively and you smile as you flip over the King of Spades.
For anyone who's scared that they might traumatize their characters too much, this is what I'm writing right now. Poor Grian is not gonna recover from this quickly, let me tell you that.
Oops, I now have two fanfics instead of one so I can't use my first post for my first fanfic as my pinned post anymore :o Guess we have to make an intro post!
(There is three fanfics now because I didn't want to wait to finish the second lol.)
(There is more but I can't be bothered to change my intro post.)
Hi, the name is Bunny and I post my art and fanfics on this page. Most all my posts will be traffic life related and I will post very sporadically so if I drop of the face of the earth, just know I'm not dead. Probably...
(I also post way more stuff not relating to my fanfics and stuff... We've got a few anons that escaped from Sugars blog and a few projects I'm working on like @secretsantaproductions )
Three Chances is a fanfic where I turn the entire story of third life into a detailed and logical story with a lot of foreshadowing in the form of mysterious poems and angst in the form of pure unfiltered trauma.
(I probably won't continue this for a long time but the first three chapters work well as a standalone story because it's just a backstory. It's blue sword boys guys!!!! There's not enough of them in the world)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64511629
Snaily Shenanigans is a much shorter and much sillier fanfic about team GIGGS inspired by the amazing works of dragonsarecool on AO3.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Worst Investigation Team in the History of Man is a fanfic set in the same universe as Snaily shenanigans. In this one I'm going back to my roots of traumatising my audience and on top of that I'm breaking the fourth wall and writing some of the funniest lines i've ever written with the help of my wide cast of ocs. (Don't judge. They will judge back)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
(help, why do all the links look so fancy yet the first one is just a boring link???? I'm so confused rn?!?!?)
Uhm, One Day At A Time is a slightly depressing fic I wrote for MCYT Shops, it's definitely worth a watch
(just pretend there's a link here...)
Chaos craft is the Minecraft server I have with my friends and everyone, including me has been writing amazing stories for it.
(I really need to fix these links at some point...)
I just finished the next chapter of my fanfic!!! The one where I give everyone more trauma...
It would mean a lot to me if you could try my fanfic and for those who've read the previous parts, hi there and I'm SO sorry.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64511629
As always, here's the watcher poem.
Are you smiling? Feeling warm?
From this story, so wholesome and sweet
This is the calm before the storm
As tragic tales repeat
A hero doesn’t waste his breath
Fearing his mistakes
He leaves behind a trail of death
With every step he takes.
Because when stories have an end
They have a start as well.
Gather close, my friend
We’ve got a tragedy to tell.
