(Remake on ao3 Re:The Light by nananui) ".. Please... The darkness hurts..", An AU where you see colors once both you and your soulmate finally have feeling for each other. But if only one of the people have feelings for over more than a year, that person's world will get darker. Each year of one sided love, the world of that one person will get darker and darker. The other person will not be affected at all though. This will keep going, until the person no longer can see, or if they finally return your feelings. ---------------------------------------- This story will have the following. -Angst -BoyxBoy -Possible mentions of cutting/suicide ---------------------------------------------------- The art or characters do NOT belong to me. I only made the story and Au. Thank You!

Poe and Ranpo attend the same College. They've known each other for several years and grow closer because of the fact they are neighbors. they become almost inseperable and they appear to have something more than friendship. After Ranpo realizes the fact, he decides to confess, the only problem, poe does not get it for the reason that he doesn't think he deserves it. This is a college AU And a disclaimer, this will have mentions of ED, SH, not sleeping etc. May inculde smut but we'll see. Also out of character reactions, stuff like that. Also i haven't finished season 4 and haven't gotten to the perfect crime arc, so i apolagize for that. I hope you enjoy this! NO BETA WE DIE LIKE ODASAKU

Ranpo was the amazing detective, but he doesn't know he has an admirer.

Um. Hi ig? Im in love with ranpoe and couldnt stop reading their ships for around 4 hours so i decided to make one!! I hope you enjoy as much as i did making it <3

Ranpo x Poe, Bungo stray dogs. Poe has been friends with the detective Ranpo for quite some time but what is this feeling? why is Ranpo acting strange? CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE! THEY BELONG TO ASAGIRI!

It all started with a simple question: "If you could do it again... Would you? If you knew that things were going to end this way... Would you still do all of it again? Or would you run from it? Save yourself?" Such a simple question, though maybe not so simple. For when a question like that was asked... A curse was born. The story follows eighteen-year-old Nicholas Fraiser, or just Nicki for short, who moved to America from England when he was about fourteen years old. After moving around a lot because of his family's work, Nicki finally settled in a town called Phanta, where he will be finishing out his senior year. Phanta is a beautiful seaside town, surrounded by the ocean, though a silhouette of an island can very faintly be seen out in the distance. This island holds many secrets and tragedies that Nicki will soon be aware of. Tragedies he may have at one point been a part of. There's something more to Nicki than he realizes. Little does he know, moving to Phanta and meeting three girls was just another step of setting history repeating back in motion. Though... This was set in stone from the very beginning-- from the moment Nicki was born into this world. A path was already laid out in front of him. "You've fought long and hard. I think it's high time you rest. You deserve to. I know you're tired."

La noche en la que Taylor Williams se acercó a ese laboratorio coincidió con el día en el que Jason Gilbert desapareció en las profundidades del lago que lo rodeaba; pero la fecha estaba mal, había una diferencia de más de treinta años entre ambos sucesos. Lo que Taylor encontró podría ser el descubrimiento del siglo, o bueno, quizá sólo un drogadicto más. El pasado es gay y el futuro gluten free. Bienvenidos al condado Mariposa, esto es 1986. "-¡No entiendo nada de lo que dices!- El chico que Taylor había salvado parecía estar apunto de tener un ataque de nervios. -¡¿Este periódico es real?! -preguntó el rubio mientras veía asustado alrededor, esto era imposible-. ¿Esa es la fecha de hoy? -Es real, sí. 1 de agosto de 1986 -dijo confundido- ¿Cuál es el problema? -¡¿1986?! Escucha, tienes que ayudarme. Sé que suena loco pero no pertenezco aquí. Yo -respiró profundamente-, vengo del futuro. -Te diste un fuerte golpe. -¡Todo lo que digo es verdad! -Lo tomó de los hombros acercándose a él-. ¡Tienes que creerme! Te lo suplico, por favor. -Te creo -declaró para tranquilizarlo. Mierda, Taylor había dejado entrar a un lunático en su casa".