Pm Stories

There wasn't anything special about this man, this man who was nothing but a shell of his former shelf, who could barely recall his own name. At least, that is what he believed. He was just another Fixer trying to survive, but he couldn't even muster up the courage to find a reason as to why he was trying to survive. Was a life that still sparked only for the sake of living really all that important? Sure, he was a Grade 3 Fixer, which was a bit of an accomplishment, but plenty had done it before him, and plenty would do it after him. Although, there was one question he wanted to be answered. Why did people constantly ask him where he got such powerful augmentations when he never got a single augmentation in his entire life?

Four years after Dazai left the Port Mafia and joined the Armed detective agency, he is still met with his past 'mistake'. One anyone can highly doubt he regretted. The reunion is bittersweet, filled with pent-up emotions they left incomplete back then. So now, are they back to playing the old games? After what happened the last time they claimed it was just a deal... Do they still choose to repeat the same mistake? - Part two of 'Just a deal, Right?(Skk) [Disclaimer : None of the images used belong to me] {Warning : This series will be quite just as dark and triggering at the 1st. Please proceed with caution} Follow, vote, and comment to support me ♡

Throughout the corridor on Mephistopheles, Don found a... pretty intriguing door. Dante advised not to open it, but Don does it anyway as they both got sucked into a portal of sorts... that also alerts the other Sinners, which leads them into an entirely new world that is full of super power individuals. They will make new friends, fight against new foes, and might as well finding a way to go back to their own world.

Four years ago, you were the brightest young detective in Yokohama-until a mission ended with ten thousand dead and your name written in blood. You vanished, choosing solitude over salvation, haunted by every scream you couldn't silence. But when Osamu Dazai shows up at your apartment door with that same lazy smile and a case that sounds eerily familiar, you realize ghosts don't stay buried forever. Now, between sleepless nights, tangled emotions, and the dangerous dance of two broken minds, you're forced to confront the one mystery you've spent years avoiding-your own heart.

What is my humanity? What defines it? Alphi was once a laboratory experiment. His ability repressed to the Dragon Blood...whose embodiment is Corrosion in its final stage, a dragon that was created through the experiments on him. Tries to find his true purpose in life in the BSD world and especially in Yokohama. Marked with blood on his hands at not even 8 years old, after he wiped out the laboratory but could no longer remember it and then after he escaped from an orphanage and ended up on the streets as a street child with 13 close to 14 and was found by the 16-year-old Osamu Dazai, Executive of the Port Mafia and was finally appointed Executive by Mori under his brutal training. At 19, he betrayed the Port Mafia because his long-time colleague Gin was killed...but without really falling into the disfavor of the Port Mafia. A little later, Tanizaki and Ranpo found him. The Former was later a year later when Alphi, his best friend, was brutally killed by Dostoyevsky and Alphi is confronted with Dostoyevsky's words that he is a key to creating a new world. The detective now finds himself in a war between all organizations and how Hunting Dog helps him in the end, you will find out in this book.

-'No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you forget; The Past is set in stone, and it shall forever haunt you'- [Name] is a wanted criminal, Hiding from her past, and now a member of the ADA and Dazai's roommate. The ADA are trying to find out about her past, that no one seems to know about, with no known leads and a bounty on her head, that could be harder than expected. [All Rights Reserved]

Have you ever felt trapped behind glass? Like an exhibit in a museum of your own life, your brightest wings pinned to a photograph of your past. He was trapped. Like a butterfly in a jar, its desperate fluttering against the walls only amusing the one holding the lid. He was shattered, like crystal on a plate, and someone else's fork mercilessly pinned him in place, depriving him of any chance of escape. His world narrowed to a dark room, the floor littered with broken mirrors and withered wings, torn by hope. But even in the deepest darkness, a tiny light can be born. A single ray, like the ringing of a phone with a bunny charm or the reflection of an emerald stone in a tie. And he walked towards it. Step by step, breaking the invisible red threads that held him captive. Behind the next door, a world turned inside out awaited him. Bright, absurd, noisy. Here, sweets lay on the floor next to surgical scalpels, school notebooks peacefully coexisted with an elegant hat and a bottle of expensive wine. A white stuffed tiger and cow slept in the corner, and a long black coat, smelling of rain and mystery, hung on a coat rack. A katana, sharpened to a razor's edge, was there. And scattered everywhere were pages from the "ideals" notebook. Chaos, but with its own strange harmony. And the further he walked, the easier it became to breathe. Threads broke, the glass beneath his feet turned to petals, and dried butterflies on the walls came to life, rustling their wings in dust and light. He no longer walked-he ran. Toward the blinding radiance at the end of the path. Toward the door behind which voices resounded. Voices calling his name. Voices that had become familiar. This is a story of escape. Not from a prison with bars, but from oneself-from the captivity of pain, loneliness, and someone else's will. A journey from a broken plate to the warm light of home, from a dried-up insect in a collection to a person who has finally found wings to fly to where they are loved.

[ ONGOING ] ➜ Chuuya Nakahara X F!Reader "Even the crimes caused by gravity of his damned soul could not prevail from the justice that blooms within her delicate presence." - A mafioso and a government agent rooted in similar origins, indelibly fated to one another. ➜ Cover photo edited by me

Yokohama 24 Hours! This is an BSD One-shot, filled with Holiday specials or just random drafts! My first Fan-fiction of bungo stray dogs, but also its my writing journey! <3 This includes a lot of Gay ships, I try to put warnings before each chapter! I take requests! Because, not everyone can be creative, but still want to write... (Pov: Me) Mostly Soukoku, Honestly, I studied them the most... I try making long chapters, but its an one-shot... Some time I have 10K words, other 2K! As an Minor, I prefer not having any triggering comments. T-T Also: Characters do not belong to me or Art, if it does, I say so. I only own the plot, unless requested. (I give credits!)

A boy seeking to find a reason to live and a girl seeking to find a reason to die meet. He gets what he wants, she doesn't. Yet she gets something even better. Y/n's story begins with a tragic incident which caused her to get scarred, even if she won't admit. She states she's on a run from society and corruption at the same time. But instead of giving up, she pursues further. She doesn't like that about herself. She says she wants to rest, but can't bring herself to do so. Since the tragedy was done by the Port Mafia, she states "I should join them". Y/n thinks that if she lives with enough guilt, she'd let herself die. But of course her dream is ruined when she joins the Port Mafia and interacts with a certain boy... Warnings (Reader discretion is advised): -Swearing -Violence -Mentions of suicide -Possible inappropriate/sexual remarks -Underage drinking -Drug consumption -Smoking -Female Y/n -M*ri -Poor writing, which may trigger some -No mentions of the manga Slang terms: Y/n = Your name L/n = Last name M/n = mother's name F/n = father's name (I don't remember if I mention his name) A/n = Author's note (can be found at the end of chapters)

Kouyou had always been a guiding light for Chuuya's younger sister, Kyomi, taking care of her like a mother. But when their lives takes a cruel turn and Kouyou suffers an injury, everything changes in an instant. Suddenly, the one person Kyomi relied on the most is unable to care for her any longer. With no one else available to step in, Chuuya and his husband, Dazai take care of her. They act like true siblings. No - like a true family...

[BSDxChild!Oc!Reader] What if Chuuya Nakahara wasn't the only person who was trapped to be a clone to Arahabaki's destructive godlike powers? What if there were two descendants to The God of Destruction, Arahabaki? Meet Chuuya's little friend who has always accompanied him since Arahabaki or even before that... . . . Disclaimer: I do not own Bungou Stray Dogs or the pictures used in this book (unless I specify), I only own my oc(s). . . . Warning: -cursing (sometimes heavy and sometimes not)

"I know that it's wrong, keeps me up all night I'm telling me lies, sayin' I'm alright I look in the mirror, don't see no tough guy But I'll be fine" Please don't forget to follow, vote, and comment suggestions of where yu think the story should go. 💛

In which a girl accidentally says 'i love you' after completing her order for a pizza delivery and the boy taking her order instinctively says 'i love you too' lowercase intended

this is a smut book, okay? It will contain, gxg bxb and gxb pm me any kinks or ships you wanna see. No rape. and I have to know the characters and don't be rude about it.

STATUS: PERMANENTLY CLOSED Hello everyone and welcome to my first ever graphics shop!!! Making covers and graphics is a hobby of mine, and I love making my own covers, as well as covers for others! Although this shop is now closed, you can still go ahead and view all my different covers! I will be opening another cover shop in the future :) Note: None of the images belong to me - they belong to their respective artists.

After a horrifying incident shatters his past, Chuuya Nakahara wakes up with no memory of the underworld, no memory of Double Black-no memory of the man who once stood at his side. The Port Mafia lets him go. Dazai Osamu does not. From the shadows, Dazai watches as Chuuya rebuilds himself in the light, muscle memory guiding his fists, gravity answering his call, instincts sharper than memory. He remembers everything-the fights, the laughter, the unspoken trust, the almost-confessions. Chuuya forgets. Dazai doesn't. This is a fanwork based on Bungo Stray Dogs. I do not own the original characters or setting. All characters belong to their original creators. This story contains alternate universe (AU) elements, including: • Amnesia plotline • Canon divergence • Emotional hurt/comfort • Political tension between organizations • Non-canon relationship dynamics Main Pairing: • Soukoku (Dazai Osamu × Nakahara Chuuya) Side Pairings: • Shin Soukoku • Ranpoe • Fukuzawa × Mori • Yosano × Kōyō • Kunikida × Bram Ships are written as romantic in this AU and may not reflect canon relationships. This work may include themes of: • Memory loss • Trauma recovery • High-risk missions • Emotional conflict • Supernatural abilities (Arahabaki / Corruption) All events are fictional and created for storytelling purposes only.

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IN which Kunikida meets a girl at a sweet shop and gets more intrigued by her

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐲𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭