Right and wrong were never rivals. Only illusions dressed for different crowds. Mercy is just cruelty waiting for applause, and justice is vengeance with a better tailor. Love manipulates, truth distorts, and kindness rots when no one's watching. Morality isn't a compass; it's a costume party. And the ones who wear white the loudest are often the ones with the dirtiest hands. You call it wrong because it doesn't suit you. I call it necessary because it works. And deep down, you understand me.

𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 /əˈfem(ə)rəl/ ━━ lasting for a very short time (Oxford Languages). A collection of Bungo Stray Dogs (x Reader) oneshots and headcanons! ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ ━━━━━━━━ Published - January 3, 2024 50k+ Reads - May 20, 2024 1k+ Votes - May 27, 2024 1.5k+ Votes - September 15, 2024 100k+ Reads - October 7, 2024 125k+ Reads - January 2, 2025 2k+ Votes - March 24, 2025 150k+ Reads - May 14, 2025 © 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘

"She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect. And all the boys, they were saying they were into it." IN WHICH ... an up and coming mob boss is stealing all of the guild's old resources and have gotten on the armed detective agency's radar, only for their were-tiger to accidentally fall down the path of love. [atsushi x oc] [bungou stray dogs] [based on the anime]

"Well lass, what say you?" The dark, mysterious man inquired. "Join this scum of a crew or get tied to a weight and sink to Davy Jones' locker?" You looked up at the man staring at you from above, his cold and calculating eyes sent shivers down your spine. But you weren't about to let him know that. So, you gathered up all your courage, pushed your fear down and took a deep breath. Then you spat in his face. And with a confident grin you spoke up. "Do your worst, captain."

Dazai / reader | Your heart is lost; he had eaten it. Trapped in his web, your memories stretched thin against the cradle of his fingers; you are at his mercy. He had stitched you to his heart, carefully, burying you in your own echo...that echo being another echo...He says that it was for your own good; yet you still feel the stab of the needle, the knife cutting the thread loose, only to tighten you against his chest, becoming one. At the end of the day, by a mirror, you would ask yourself: Who was I? Who am I? Eve or Adam: Eve from his brittle rib, or Adam for creating Dazai into the man he was now? But the person staring back wouldn't be you.

Not all light is good Not all dark is evil. Hotaru Nakajima was not born to be soft. She was born to make the world shatter and shake at her fingertips. She was bathed in darkness from the moment she touched the light and in that darkness she took solace. But there was one thing that she clung to. The last shred of light in her darkness and that was Atsushi. The little brother she was abandoned with at that dreadful orphanage when they were too small to fight against the horrors of the world. He was the light to her everlasting darkness and she would do anything to protect her light even if it meant embracing the evils of the world. She allowed herself to walk the path of the underground killing mercilessly and sowing fear amongst the living. All for the sake of her brother. She threw away her humanity because apathy was better than tears. Better than grief and and better than guilt. But when she finally steps away from the darkness and takes to the light her past comes calling again. For those born of darkness are never truly able to escape it. Now she puts everything on the line for the brother she had sworn to protect. But can she truly protect him from all who wish to obtain him? Can she truly prevent tragedy when some people are born with tragedy in their blood? What is she willing to sacrifice to protect those she had come to care for when faced with ghosts of the past? Because sometimes it takes a monster to destroy a monster. "I'll dance with my demons... and let them lead. And as soon as they think they're in charge; I'll make them bleed" Dazai x Oc x Chuuya Three broken souls scarred with the wounds of their demons, playing a dangerous game of trust and love. Can they truly beat the odds in this game of love and war?

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_)