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Hello everybody! This idea for a fanfiction popped into my head a while ago, but I never really entertained the thought of actually writing something until I had time. It's a crossover with the characters of the anime Bungo Stray Dogs and the book series Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas, set sort-of in the John-Wick universe.
Quick disclaimer, it's been quite a while since I've read/watched Throne of Glass and John Wick, and I never formally watched BSD but I still have a good idea of the plot. Overall though, the characters might be a little OOC, and the series is going to rely heavily on the BSD "Book Theory". In addition, just for the sake of the fanfic pretend Aelin and Dazai look somewhat alike. I'm probably going to keep their eye and hair colors the same, but just in terms of facial/body structure.
This is just a little thing I'm doing for fun, and as of right now at least I don't know how often I'm going to update it. Please be nice, too. Constructive criticism is welcome, but if you don't like the story just don't read it. Once again I'm doing this for fun, and just as a way to pass some time. Other than that though, if you find yourself being a poor soul who ends up reading this fanfic, I hope you enjoy!
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"Dazai, meet Celeana."
Dazai stared at the girl across from him, who was being presented to Mori like some kind of prize horse. Though, Dazai supposes, Mori was doing the same thing with him. To her credit, she didn't really seem to mind it all that much. She lounged at her master's side while he stood stock still at Mori's. Her limbs were relaxed with a feline grace, while his were rigid like iron. Her grin, a wicked, taunting thing, clashing against his eerily numb expression. It was as if they were two sides of the same, blood-drenched coin.
He didn't know how right he was until he looked closer, locking eyes with the creature in front of him.
Brown met cyan ringed with gold, and for a moment he couldn't breathe.
As he stared into her eyes, he fought down the surprise that threatened to show on his face - the first genuine flicker of emotion he's had in a long time. Mori's barrage of insults, disguised as words of a business negotiation, slowly faded into the background.
Usually, he would have immensely enjoyed anything that could set his boss on edge, but he didn't care. Not anymore.
The world could go to hell around them and he still wouldn't care, because she was safe, and sound, and standing right in front of him. And in that moment, nothing else mattered but her.
Aelin.