"𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞" In a tapestry woven from whispers and melodies, a legend unfolded. A young woman, bound by a cruel enchantment, could only watch her love from a distance, a silent observer of his life. "Mon amour," she whispered, her voice carried on the wind, "I promise, I won't leave you again. Not truly." Though fate had separated them, a fierce hope flickered in her eyes. "Everything will be fine," she murmured, a plea cast upon the breeze, a promise whispered to the air.

"You must be her." The gentleman in the center said. His already present smile widening into a toothy grin as he tipped his hat to you. "Enchantée." You recognized his voice as the man who had been doing most of the talking. "Who are you?" You choked out. "You may call me Alastor." He answered simply. "You're going to be coming with us, alright?" "I'm not going anywhere." You said with a sharp tongue and narrowed eyes. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter." The man sighed. Leather gloved hands brushed back a strand of his hair out of the way of his eyes. Looking over to the taller, more silent fellows of the trio before you he lowered his tone. "Get her in the car. Make sure no one outside is around to see." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is not your typical Alastor fic, in the sense that in this story he's also a mob boss and not just a radio host. If you're familiar with my work this shouldn't come as too much of a shock but this is probably going to be a very dark tale, that will touch up on some serious life issues and matters that may or may not be suitable/appropriate for all settings and audiences. 18+, graphic depictions such as violence, crude language, substance use/abuse, sexual themes and content, and triggering scenarios ensue: proceed with caution. I own absolutely zero hazbin characters and I certainly don't own you the reader. (Who I write as fem, apologies in advance.)

COMPLETED • There is no better way to describe you than a doll, living to please your owner. At the age of 11, Mori took you in from an orphanage and brought you to the Port Mafia; that's when you met Dazai and discovered your ability. At the age of 12, you become Dazai's right hand...except you aren't allowed any contact with the outside world. At 13, you hear a voice that you are told is nothing but a dream, at 14 you've become nothing but a puppet in the hands of a puppet master. At age 15 he's gone, and you are left with nothing. In the present, now 19, executive Chuuya Nakahara is given responsibility of you, but when he takes you on a mission and you don't react the way he needs you to, he starts to realize something is terribly wrong with you...he just doesn't know what. Only meeting you once in the past, what will happen when he starts piecing it all together? How will he react when he starts to care more about you than he should? What strings will he have to play to free you from your past? How deep do your wounds run? • - Trigger warnings: the usual you'd find in BSD, implications of sexual harrassment. - I will be using female pronouns. - nsfw warning in part 2 (chapter 41). • 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 for making me this lovely cover. Love always. (@marster_)

Y/n was a renowned angel in heaven. She was respected by all and was even well acquainted with the Seraphims, Sera and Emily. As a high power, her job was to take part in the Angelic trials, where she'd unravel many webs full of lies and deceit, then return home to Adam, her beloved. But Y/n had been caught up in her own web, visiting Lucifer in hell. She hadn't meant for the truth to be discovered, not like she had done any wrong. But she was tainted, and so she was banished from the heavenly realm, wrapped tightly in a silk of guilt and lies, and betrayal from the one she loved most. Centuries passed, and now she roams hell, helping Charlie Morningstar on her path to redeeming sinners. Unbeknownst to her, she's back on a certain path, face to face with her past, one that includes Adam.

❝𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ❞ ↳ Similar to Takemichi Hanagaki, who has leaped from the future, you could see the future. 『 You've lived a lonely life up until you bumped into the Tokyo Manji Gang by coincidence. Gradually, you found yourself getting caught up with them. More specifically, their leader, Sano Manjiro. A.K.A, Mikey. Everytime you looked into Mikey's future, it was never as happy as he seemed to be. It was always dark... Even violent. You couldn't make sense of it at all. Though your brain knew not to be involved, your heart ached to know more. 』 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞. [Mikey x Fem!Reader] •*⁀➷ ︎ ⚠︎DISCLAIMER⚠︎ I don't own Tokyo Revengers or Tokyo Revengers characters. The original story is written and illustrated by Ken Wakui. This is a fan-fiction inspired/based on the series. Following the entirety of the manga. The cover art is temporary. Just advertising that I'm currently running a DTIYS on my insta!