Mr scarletella is like having an overally obsessed house husband ...you can never be too far away from him as he is always either behind you ..or beside you ..showering by urself? ..NOT ANYMORE
Sleeping in bed? ..you wake up and he's already staring at you ..breathing down ur neck - he sees one man near ur vicinity and u bet u not gonna see em no more
He's that type of man that wouldn't even think twice to get rid of somebody for you while simultaneously thinking of what kind of foods to cook for you on that same day
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I could be wrong, but I've always been under the assumption that in Obey Me we didn't have prior magic knowledge, or knowledge of the Devildom. This leads me to assume that other people of the general population don't know about either of these things.
Going off this train of thought, technically, Obey Me could be canon in most universes due to the fact that very few people without magic know that the Devildom exists, and even fewer without magic know that magic exists. This could lead to some amazing crossovers between fandoms.
Genshin Impact? Why not, MC got sent to the past and Solomon followed them, so I don't see how this could be untrue. Maybe bend some rules, but why not?
Bungou Stray Dogs? MC's magic could easily be written off as an ability to those who know about them/have them.
Tears of Themis could have MC going off on side-quests with the Brothers and others between their NXX duties and court cases.
Twisted Wonderland is already a pretty popular crossover.
DC may be a bit iffy because I'm pretty sure Lucifer (the show) is canon, so depending on the universe that you're writing it in, creative people could make it work.
I'm not sure if Marvel has a set devil character that may replace any of the brothers, but magic is canon, so you could definitely divert from that.
JJK could easily be written with a crossover between the two where MC and Solomon discover this specific subset of magic that has been isolated and forgotten by the other magic users, and they deal with a specific kind of demon that can only be seen by these magic users.
Tokyo Revengers already has that supernatural element, a story could be about MC taking a vacation or something in Tokyo and wondering what the hell is going on with all these middle schoolers.
One Piece might be a bit tricky, but again, MC has gone back in time before, and Solomon has followed them, so an Isekai is not out of the question, and their magic could be written off as a devil-fruit power.
There are, of course, some where this won't work, such as What in Hell is Bad, because they already have a set canon for hell and the various demons.
If the characters could break through the fourth wall and say one thing to the player, what do you think they would say? (âăâĎâăâ)
That would actually be interesting. Here are a few ideas of what they might say based on what they know about MC so far (remember, Jester, Ticket Taker, and Doctor donât know much about MC yet)
Pierrot: I knew I would find my way to you eventually, my dear. There is only a screen separating us now, and I will find a way to cross it.
Harlequin: Oh, so you have been playing with us this entire time? Just wait until I get to play with you in person~
Ticket Taker: So that is how it was⌠how you always seemed to know everything. I believe I could grow rather fond of such a mechanism.
Jester: So you truly do live in another world. Your reality gives me power⌠and it will be quite entertaining once I finally arrive there.
Doctor: So this is where you were hiding, sweetie? Once I cross that screen, I would very much like to study the changes your body undergoes within your reality.
Talk of malnutrition, extortion, major leg injury (though not described graphically), angry demon boyfriend
(Reader is referred to as mc)
"You're going to be late, and if you're late you can't buy me more tuna!" Grimm whined.
I laughed lightly, before glancing back down at my phone. I gently smiled at the picture, before shaking my head and putting it away. Quickly getting up and stuffing everything I needed into my bag, I raced down the stairs.
"Finally." Grimm rolled his eyes in frustration.
"Good luck at your meeting!" The ghosts called from their various positions in the house.
"And don't forget-"
"The tuna, I know."
I nodded at my own words, beginning to take a step forward when I was overcome with a strange sensation. A sensation I had not felt since I came to this place. It was so sudden and extreme that I stepped on the wrong board, causing my left leg to go through it.
The scream that almost erupted from me got caught in my throat, but that didn't stop the stinging tears forming in my eyes. The reason for them, I wasn't sure. The pain from my injury, or hope from this new feeling.
I didn't register what was happening around me, unable to process everything going on. But I gathered what happened before I was lifted out of my trap.
Grimm panicked, knowing the ghosts couldn't help, and he couldn't do much. So, he went off to find someone else. It didn't take long, I don't think, as it isn't unusual for the first years to hang around my dorm even when I'm not there.
It was Jack and Sebek who hoisted me out of the hole. Ace and Deuce were arguing over the best thing to do.
"-here." I mumbled, finally deciding they were tears of happiness, just as they began to leak down my cheeks.
"What?" Jack asked. I stood up, ignoring the fact that I shouldn't be moving my leg, and without the adrenaline I wouldn't be able to.
"What do you think you're-" I didn't let Sebek finish his loud, scolding rant.
"He's here!"
Running out the door and through the mirror, I didn't even realize I had forgotten my bag. Filled with all the documents Crowley had so graciously asked me to do. It didn't matter though.
Because he was here.
And that meant that I would be ok no matter what. He would make sure of that.
There was blood trailing behind me as I sprint-limped through the halls. I was out of breath, and no doubt making my already severe injury worse. I didn't even wait to let them take the splinters and possible nails out.
Although, I must commend the other students. They could tell I was on a mission, and stayed out of my way. Whether that be because they didn't want blood on their uniform, or they were scared of what I would do, I'm not sure. I don't care.
The door flung open before I could register that it was me who had opened it. My eyes frantically scanned the room, wanting, hoping, that he would be here.
My eyes landed on him.
"Barbs," I softly spoke, leaning on the door for support, "you're here!"
"My love." He rose from his seat, also in shock.
"I," I stepped forward, using my good leg. "I was so scared!" I finally let the dam break as I collapsed, knowing he'd catch me before I hit the ground. "I was so scared, Barbs! I didn't know where I was or how to get back." I sobbed into his chest.
"Hush, my love, it will all be alright now." I clutched onto his shirt for dear life, as he ran his gloved fingers through my hair.
More than anything, I remember my cries echoing, as if it was just the two of us. I couldn't expect anything less. Barbatos is the only one I have ever trusted to allow my facade to break in front of. Though we have an audience now, it changes nothing.
I have never felt more safe than when in his arms.
"MC, please remove yourself from our guest and compose yourself."
"I hate you!" I screamed, causing Crowley to shut up, and everyone to look at me in shock. Well, more shock than before. "I can't take it anymore! Living in that building, dealing with Overblots, doing your job for you! I haven't eaten in three days because you cut my food budget for being unable to complete an impossible task!"
Though not directed at me, I could feel the death stare of my lover. His hold on me tightened, though it remained reassuring, and he never stopped toying with my hair. He was angry. But his main focus was me.
"Come, come now MC. I've been tru-truly generous. Letting you stay on campus. For, for free!"
"Are you saying their accusations are false?" I heard Diavolo ask. "That they're lying?"
"Well, n-no."
"Then you're agreeing that what you've been doing is inhumane?" Lucifer prodded.
"That's not at all what I meant!"
"I agree with our guests." Riddle spoke up. "Dire Crowley, this has gone on for far too long. Abusing your position to extort a student. Into doing your work no less when they have nowhere else to go."
"I agree. Though I had no idea it was to this extent, MC has done nothing but amazing feats for your school. The only reason this place isn't overrun by Overblots and is still functioning is because of them." Azul piped in.
"Show me their living quarters." I heard Mammon demand quietly.
And then I knew that shit was about to go down. My boyfriend is protective, and should he see fit, he would act without permission but it's rare. Mammon? Mammon doesn't want or need permission from anyone. The only way to stop Mammon at this point in time from tearing Crowley limb from limb is to have Diavolo or Lucifer intervene. But I doubt that would happen.
"I beg your pardon?" Crowley stammered.
"Perhaps you misheard me, Bird Brain. Show me where they've been living since they've come here."
"What will that prove?" He tried to distract. "Surely you'd rather have the announcement of your arrival commence first. Let's tell the students!"
"I'll show you." I had calmed, moving slightly back from Barbatos's chest. "I'll show you everything." I promised, a bitter and malicious glint in my eye that caused everyone from NRC to flinch. "But I must be carried. I have been, injured."
"Oh, allow me to take care of,"
"Dire Crowley." I said sternly, glaring at him. He froze, practically shaking in his old man shoes. "If you touch me I will command Satan and Belphegor to go berserk on you. No. Command isn't the right word. I will allow them."
"You, don't,"
"Have the gall? Or is authority the word you were looking for." Barbatos helped me to my feet. "I think you misunderstand your current position, Crowley. I have no reason to fear you anymore. Because anything you will try to do to me from this moment forward? Will only result in your death."
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đˇ Chuuya managed to propose to you before Dazai. Now Chuuya's attitude towards Dazai will be even more smug. Dazai promise to have his revenge later.
đˇ Chuuya rewrote his wedding vow at lest twelve times. He wants it to ge perfect.
đˇHe and you were civil during preparations. There weren't a lot of changes and wedding planners were mentally and physically well. This time.
đˇ During the ceremony you had to hold Chuuya back from attacking Dazai. Because Dazai decided to took his revenge during the ceremony. He started loudly fake crying, blowing his nose with a comically big cutesy handkerchief. Literally, the ceremony will be like this:
Hawthorne (who was initiating the wedding): "Today, we all..."
Dazai: WAAAAH! GLORIOUS DAY! WAAAH! BE HAPPY, MY IRIS FLOWER AND THE SLUG...
Chuuya will be between his love towards you and annoyance towards Dazai. Kunikida, who finally captured Dazai in headlock, saved the day.
đˇ Chuuya didn't drink a lot during the party. Him trying to burn the marriage certificate, so you "won't be able to return him, no refund policy without document" was a sober decision. Also it was a sober decision to beat Dazai with a bouquet.
âď¸ BEAST! Chuuya's proposal was quiet, but he practically started to recreate a wedding vow during the proposal itself.
âď¸ BEAST! Chuuya spend almost a month choosing the perfect wedding ring for you.
âď¸ Reafused to explain to wedding planners why they hold a wedding of two same people. At this point, no one is questioning the number of husbands and wives you have.
âď¸ His wedding was calmer. Both Dazai's behaved.
âď¸ BEAST! Chuuya had a bit too much during party. He forgot, that you two are now married, and start planning your and his wedding, that will be much better, than the current wedding.
Distracting BSD characters while they are on a important phone call
-theyâre on the phone. youâre a menace. balance is restored.
đ§ĄChuuya Nakahara
Heâs on a serious Port Mafia call, posture rigid, voice clippedâuntil your fingers graze up his thigh under the table. He stiffens, falters mid-sentence. You give him a slow, knowing grin and tuck a loose strand of his hair behind his ear, your touch lingering.
Chuuya (into phone, voice cracking slightly):
âT-The shipment will arrive by midnightâyes, dammit, Iâm listening!â
You lean closer and blow him a kiss, watching the tips of his ears turn red.
Chuuya (muttering after the call):
âYouâre gonna get me killed one of these days, you minx.â
đ¤Dazai Osamu
Heâs lounging, phone lazily perched between his shoulder and ear, smirking like heâs in control of the situation. Until you walk by and deliberately pick something imaginary off his head, brushing your fingers through his hairâslowly, deliberately, just enough to distract.
Dazai (into phone, stammering just once):
âMmm⌠what do you mean a mole in theâuh⌠right, no, Iâm completely focused~â
You give him a wink and saunter past like youâve done nothing wrong.
Dazai (hanging up):
âNow, was that sabotage or flirting? Because either way⌠Iâm impressed.â
đŠľAtsushi Nakajima
Poor boy is mid-report to Kunikida. You slip a hand onto his knee under the table, and he nearly jumps. You lean in and whisper, âYou look so serious when you're working,â then press a soft kiss to the side of his head just as the call connects.
Atsushi (panicking):
âT-This is Atsushi, reporting in, umâMission status isâuhâ!â
Kunikida (on the other end):
âWhy does it sound like youâre being mauled by affection?!â
đKunikida Doppo
Heâs trying to maintain his sacred schedule. Trying. But then you brush your fingers down the side of his jaw, "fixing" his collar like it ever needed fixing. You give him a sultry little smirk just as he answers the phone.
Kunikida (stoic, then wavering):
âYes. Iâve reviewed the data⌠Iâno, I am not⌠distracted.â
Kunikida (after hanging up. sternly, adjusting his tie with a sigh):
âYou exist solely to test my patience, donât you?â
You:
âAnd you love it.â
đRanpo Edogawa
Heâs pretending not to care. Call from Fukuzawa? Whatever. But when you straddle the back of his chair and absentmindedly twirl a lock of his hair around your finger while he's mid-sentence?
Ranpo (casual, but voice cracking slightly):
âYeah, I figured out the culprit three minutes agoâmm, hey, stop that, Iâm on theâ! âŚYeah, boss, nothingâs wrong.â
You lean down and whisper, âYou sure youâre the great detective when I can read you like this?â
Ranpo (grinning):
âYou're lucky I like you more than candy.â
â¤ď¸Oda Sakunosuke
Heâs calm. Quiet. Speaking in low, gravelly tones on the phone while staring out the window with that thoughtful gaze.
You, however, decide now is the perfect time to slide off your shoes and slowlyâslowlyârun your foot up his leg.
You donât break eye contact.
Oda pauses mid-sentence. He looks down, then back up at you. You arch a brow, innocent as ever.
Oda (on the phone, strained but composed):
âYes. Iâve gathered the information on the targets. No delays expectedââ
Your foot reaches his thigh.
Oda:
ââexcept maybe one.â
He hangs up, sets the phone aside, and looks at you like youâre both a problem and the solution.
Oda (quietly):
â...You like playing with fire.â
You (smirking):
âAnd youâre terrible at pretending not to burn.â
đFyodor Dostoyevsky
Youâre trying every subtle move in your bookâbrushing your fingers over his knuckles, tucking a hair behind his ear so slowly it borders on scandalous, even tracing a finger down his spine while heâs mid-call, voice smooth as sin.
Fyodor (completely unfazed):
âYes. Proceed with phase two. No, sheâs not a distraction. She thinks she is.â
Your hand freezes.
He smirksâjust faintlyâand his eyes flick toward you with that dangerous gleam.
Fyodor (without looking at you):
âYouâll need to try harder.â
You lean close and whisper, âGame on, Rasputin.â
đ¤Nikolai Gogol
Heâs mid-conversation with someone who clearly doesnât want to be on the phone with him. One leg over the armrest, twirling his hair like a lunaticâstandard Nikolai behavior.
You creep up behind him and give his long rat tail braid a sudden, sharp yank.
He gasps.
Nikolai (on the phone, voice faltering):
âAhâ! I mean, yes, continue! Continue with the planâmmnhâdonât stop!â
Thereâs a beat of confused silence from the other end.
Caller:
ââŚAre you being tortured right now?â
Youâre doubled over laughing. He turns to you, flushed and wide-eyedâthen breaks into a chaotic grin.
Nikolai:
âYou minx! Do it again.â
đЎSigma
Heâs taking a rare high-pressure call, fingers tapping the table in anxious rhythm.
You slide beside him, tuck a strand of his silver hair behind his ear, letting your finger brush just a bit too long on his cheek. He turns slightly pink, but tries his hardest to maintain composure.
Then you blow him a kiss.
He chokes.
Sigma (panicking):
âS-Sorryâuhâone moment pleaseâ!â
He mutes the call and glares at you.
Sigma:
âWhy are you like this?â
You:
âTo test your limits.â
đPoe
Heâs mid-ramble to Ranpo on the phone when you stroll by, pluck a speck of dust off his shoulder like itâs a secret love confession, and kiss the air in front of him.
Poe (startled):
âY-Yes, Ranpo-kun, Iâve deduced thatâumâthereâs a very significantâpresenceââ
He fumbles and nearly drops the phone. Karl squeaks in protest on his shoulder.
𤥠Nikolai Gogol knows how to knit and sew and quite good in it. You, Sigma and Fyodor will be the first to get some clothes pieces made by him.
𤥠Nikolai knows a lot about history of circuses and performances and can share some bizarre trivia.
𤥠Nikolai can be very straightforward. If he truly didn't like something, or think it is a bad idea, he will speak against it. And, despite how it looks like, he isn't too much of a pranker. He will prank someone, only if he knows that everyone will laugh and prank is safe and reversible.
𤥠Nikolai brings you coffee (or another favourite hot beverage) into your room every morning. He is quite zealous about it, and won't let anyone else to bring you coffee.
𤥠Nikolai's dates are often ends in some sort of chaos. Scared actors in the carnaval, pudding blowing up in the restaurant kitchen... Still, they are fun. He is fine with sharing his time with you with Fyodor and Sigma.
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Iâve been getting into otome game lately, and finally had some free time, so⌠why not integrate the mechanics with Bungou Stray Dogs? I think thereâs some huge potential for fanfics! Might turn into a series depending on the response I get ^^
An isekai: a Japanese term translating to âother wordâ. Always following the same plotâ the protagonist who is transported to a fantasy world, game world, or parallel universe after dying in this boring normal one (usually via truck).
Yours had been your own fault, but death wasnât as distressing as realizing bitterly that anime worlds were, in fact, real, and you were stuck in some random anime/manga youâd hyperfixated (curse your autistic tendencies) on for years but never actually watched or read. Bungou Stray Dogs, was its name. A world where ability users, those granted a single power based on classical literature and named after real life authors, prowled the streets.
You ate, slept, worked, rinse and repeat.
Or you did. Until you accidentally changed the whole damn genre of the manga! And the title, as well. Ahem, let us present⌠I Got Isekaied and Accidentally Caught the Eye of Fucked Up Criminals Because of Plot Convenience?!
Ah, the classic trope of the title spoiling the entire premise. But, weâll need a little more context then that, wonât we?
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[REWIND TIME TO INTERLUDE?]
*YES* | NO
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You, fresh out from another shift of âstanding around the warehouse and doing nothing at allâ, had been mindlessly making your way home whenâ distracted by some shitty gacha game on your phoneâ stumbled right into an active crime scene. Active as in: the murder was currently being committed.
Dead police officers, a jester in a fully white outfit, portals opening up behind youâŚ
Shit. Youâd totally interrupted Nikolaiâs introduction scene, hadnât you? Your first thought was to curse yourself for your own stupidity at being so distracted by shitty, addicting mobile games that you failed to notice a crime scene going on in broad daylight.
Nikolai, still in that creepy clown getup, slowly turned his head towards you. His eyes narrowed, as though assessing you, before a smile slid onto his face.* âLooks like we have a little mouse whoâs wandered into a tigerâs den! Hehe, youâre so cute, I might play around with you for a bit!â
You cringed. Who was in charge of writing dialogue for out-of-script scenes? Nikolaiâs words were along the lines of what one would expect from an awkward bedroom partner whoâd only ever stuck to the more vanilla side of things. Then again, it fit his happy-go-lucky-serial-killer persona, you supposed. Characters couldnât be fleshed out in their very first scene, that was just rushed writing.
Pretending you had dialogue options to help ease her stress, you went with the safest one. âWow. What a horrible crime scene. Please donât stab me.â Ok, new issue: you absolutely sucked at acting when under pressure! It didnât sound genuine at all!
Nikolai let out a small, low âpfftâ at your words, his shoulders shaking with the effort of containing his laughter. âHey, hey, hey! Itâs no fun when youâre so scared and shaky like that! Youâre too cute!â Did Nikolai just⌠break character? This wasnât supposed to happen, was it? That smile of his widened into a full blown grin. Shit. Were they self aware?
âSay, mousey, Iâm curious about something,â he practically purred out, leaning down to get in your face, âHow is it that you havenât panicked and run away yet? I just slaughtered four whole policemen, after all.â His eyes narrowed, and he scrutinized you closely, searching for something that you couldnât see.
> Punch him! Kick him!
> Run off now that he mentioned itâ
> Confuse him by going from blunt to philosophicalâŚ
Those were the three options your frazzled mind presented you with. Mentally, you clicked on the third. Perhaps impulse-decision making was better left up to other people.
âGlue trap.â You said, fucking yourself over further. âYou know, âcause you compared me to a mouse. But, like, arenât we all mice? Stuck in glue traps, that is. Ugh, whatever. Look, itâs a perfectly natural reaction: fight, flee, or freeze.â
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*âł NIKOLAI AFFECTION +5 -> TOTAL NIKOLAI AFFECTION: 5/120 âĄ*
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âGlue trap?â Nikolai repeated, his expression briefly baffled. Clearly he hadnât expected *that* from you.
He seemed to ponder something, then he abruptly stepped even closer, still towering over you. Nikolai put his gloved hand on your forehead, almost a bit like he was checking for a fever. With the difference being that he was way too close now. You could practically feel his breath brush against your skin, and it sent shivers down your spine.
This guy was way too damn close. The hell was he doing?
Nikolai finally pulled away, a thoughtful expression on his face. He began to circle you slowly, and his fingers drummed against his chin, as though deep in thought. ââŚMousey,â he finally said, his voice quieter than before, more contemplative. Uh, what? âHave we⌠met before? Your voice⌠sounds familiar.â
You, the rizz god (maybe now wasnât the time to use stupid internet terms), couldnât help but ignore all the red flags that had popped up from that very same statement youâd heard far too many times before in otome games, so you could⌠make it into an inappropriate-for-the-situation pick up line. Well, ya missed 100% of the shots you didnât take, though you werenât quite sure you wanted this one in the first place. âNo. But we *could* meet again, as a cute couple. Not a serial killer and unwilling witness. Only if you donât murder me. Dating a corpse would be boring. I think.â
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*âł NIKOLAI AFFECTION +10 -> TOTAL NIKOLAI AFFECTION: 15/120 âĄ*
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Nikolai froze, wide-eyed and a strange expression on his face. Then he began to laugh. For once, his laugh wasnât crazed or unhinged. It was a normal laugh, one full of genuine amusement.
He continued to chortle for a few more seconds, before he finally stopped and tried to compose himself again. Nikolai shook his head, but there was still a wide smile on his face. âDamn, do you have a death wish? Or do you make a habit of flirting with serial killers?â He paused, stepping even closer as if he just realized something. âHold on, can you say something for me?â
âIf itâs something along the lines of âI love youâ, then itâs too early for the plot. And out of character, I have commitment issues. Just to be clear.â You made sure to word that a very particular way, praying Nikolai wouldnât inadvertently confirm your suspicions that youâd ended up in one of those âself aware/third wall breakingâ alternate universes.
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*âł NIKOLAI AFFECTION -5 -> TOTAL NIKOLAI AFFECTION: 10/120 âĄ*
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*Nikolai chuckled, the amusement never leaving his face. He crossed his arms over his chest, still towering over you. Nikolaiâs smile was just a tad bit unsettling.* âNo no, mousey, not that. I was thinking something a bit less cliche.â
He paused, and that thoughtful look returned to his face. Nikolai tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at you, almost like he was trying to figure out a complex puzzle. âSay something. Anything. And donât try to act. Just speak,â he insisted.
How the hell were you supposed to gauge whether he was self aware or not from that answer? Today just wasnât your day. You not only messed with the plot line, but the character dynamics as well, by introducing herself into it. Damn! Why couldnât this position have been given to some die-hard fangirl, instead of some office worker whoâd only fixated on the franchise for a year or so.
ââŚI wish this was a shoujo instead of a seinen?â You blurted out. Even a shounen wouldâve been better, with a power scaling system and hardworking main character. But, nope! Bungou Stray Dogs just had to fall into the seinen category because of heavy themes you in no way wanted to deal with.
A game over screen flashed before your eyes, at the very same time Nikolaiâs portals did. Letâs hope you quick-saved, as this would be a rather humiliating end for you.
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