"I was a prey all my life, but I became a predator for the same reason too." For my whole life, even before I had reached my adolescence, I knew I dreamed of becoming a detective - just like father once was - my admiration and respect for the title never running short since I was a mere child. What I did not know, however, was that my ambition of becoming one would arrive sooner than expected, being forced into engaging with real crimes and relying on my own capabilities and the abilities of others to solve these. While death came knocking at my door, so did the start of a new relationship, with whom Yokohama knew as being their "greatest detective". [All criminals and cases are based on real crime] 🅲🅾🅼🅿🅻🅴🆃🅴🅳: 09 / 03 / 2021 🅻🅰🆂🆃 🆄🅿🅳🅰🆃🅴: 13 / 09 / 2022 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘: detective #64 crime #98 bsd #63 bungoustraydogs #21 ranpo #1 ranpoxreader #1 ranpoedogawa #1 [I do not own Bungou Stray Dogs or its characters, nor do I own the photo used for the cover, but I do own the plot] [Ranpo x fem! Reader - She/her pronouns will be used]

❝My ultra deduction tells me that...❞ ❝That...?❞ ❝... That you're in love with me. ❞ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⋅✧⋅ There were many unique people Y/N had come across in her life, but no experience of any sort could prepare her for the dark-haired boy with enticing, green eyes that walked into her bakery that day. (And ordered just about everything, might she add.) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⋅✧⋅ [complete, 21/09/22] she/her pronouns will be used

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK THREE --- What a wonderful little secret this was though. If you hadn't been able to follow the signs you would have never found it - a real travesty. Everything you could possibly need resided here in some form or another - feverfew sprang up in little bunches from the ground, accompanied by echinacea. Gingko trees around the place offered their leaves down to you in little bundles. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought someone had planted it all here... A rustle from the bushes behind you stopped your train of thought in its track, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. Your hand withdrawing from the bundle of milk thistle it had been about to grab, you slowly turned, mind filling with all a matter of wild animals that could be lurking in this wood. A pair of soft brown eyes peered out from one of the clumps of brush, staring directly at you.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.

"．．Ｉｔ'ｓ ｍｅ， ｙａ ｇｉｒｌ．" [ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ / ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] Lights flickering on the two stood staring at each other. Balancing the pizza box in her hands, the girl stared into the black holes of the mask. "So..want some coffee?" 〉In which a gen z college student whose been surrounded by the paranormal all her life somehow makes friends with killers.〈 〉Half crack fic half not. 〈