ONGOING ✯ "Love me rough and let me fly." ✯ Everyone knows that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when something is even just slightly off. Some could say it's like a sixth sense, others just call it instinct. You call it a gift. 25, born in Russia and CEO of a government owned finance company in Yokohama, you're relatively young for such a position. Your authority is always questioned, and after one minor slip up, you now have the police watching you closely; too closely for your own liking, especially when not many know about your ability. You prefer it that way. You've always been a sucker for power, and the constant criticism you receive with the need to be so careful has given you a craving for freedom...a craving too easily teased after you encounter a specific man - or maybe just a clown - for better or for worse. Especially when something about him feels so familiar, and the messy memories of your past in Russia begin to surface. They say one moment can change your life, but you never believed it until now...but the only question in your mind is: Who is he? What's waiting for you at the end of this riddle? ✯ Trigger warnings: I don't think anything specific but whatever you find in bsd could count. - I will be using female pronouns. - I update whenever I can. ✯ Your ability is based off of the real life Nikolai Gogol's dead souls novel (more or less). ✯ Disclaimer: I don't own the characters except for "you". The credit to the Bungou Stray Dogs world goes to the respective owners. The plot is all originally mine, however. ✯ Thank you to Mar (@marster_) for making this cover.

ONGOING ♙ "Cry for me; I'm the only one that can understand your tears." ♙ In the city of St. Petersburg, Russia, you've made an ordinary life for yourself after moving and burying your childhood misery in Moscow. Every day is the same, every thought getting repetitive as you work to keep certain memories locked and simply live aimlessly but in peace. You didn't know how much it bothered you until you meet a melancholic young man one day at a small bookstore, his violet eyes gleaming with familiarity, and he begins a chain of events that feel like nothing more than just a dream, his ideals wrapping around you like a blanket on a cold winter day. ♙ Basically my own take on Fyodor's pre-decay of angels days starting with a bit of a bookstore au. ♙ Disclaimer: I do not own bungou stray dogs or any of their characters. Credit goes to respective parties. I only own this plot and "you". - I will be using female pronouns - I will update when I can - When phrases are in italics in the middle of the story, those are "your" thoughts. When I write a section completely in italics, those are "your" memories/flashbacks. - [f/n] = first name, [l/n] = last name, etc. ♙ Big thank you to my friend Mar for this cover. <3

COMPLETED (Dazai x Reader) + (Decay of Angels x Reader) ♧ ! • (This story contains minor details about the decay of angels, and Sigma's casino only mentioned in the BSD Manga so far, but prior knowledge of this is NOT needed. The actual plot of the manga will not be spoiled as I am only borrowing little bits for the plot of this fanfiction) • ! ♧ Almost ever since you moved to Japan around 5 years ago, you've been an employee at Sigma's casino. Though not directly involved, the decay of angels has a certain trust in you. A few years ago, you met an ex-Mafia member looking to waste time, and although charming, you didn't think too much of him. Now in the present, you see him again, but this time things are different, and the secrets buried deep in the casino are at stake. You're warned about the dangerous games he plays for information. What happens when you start needing to decide between him, and the casino? What happens when the Decay of Angels start capturing your mind as he does too? Who can you really trust? ♧ Disclaimer: I only own the plot and "you". All other characters and their personal stories belong to the respectful parties. ♧ I will be using female pronouns. I will update whenever I can. ♧ Warnings: The usual you'd find in BSD I guess. SORRY FOR ANY OOC-NESS ♧ A HUGE thank you to my friend Mar for making this cover for me, she deserves the recognition. (@marster_)