Fyodor Dostoevsky - The embodiment of a demon, his soul contaminated with every impure attribute that is humanly fathomable. His hands stained with the blood of innocent lives, even those closest to him. The same delicate hands of which he so graciously strums a musical instrument - by name of the cello - his refined performance is a deceitful pursuance. Osamu Dazai - A man once nothing but a demon prodigy for Yokohama's Port Mafia to control. A puppet broken free from his confined strings, only to play into the hands of another puppeteer. A man of proper etiquette, a soul who has trudged through the depths of hell, and born with humane qualities. Salvation is but an unreachable illusion, he seeks redemption, but is torn down by Dostoevsky Fyodor's rupturing, sinful morals. A relationship born from two men, both viewed as monsters, inhumane beasts. Love is but a new field of exposure to them. One having been infatuated from his past love experience. They'd like to believe this partnership can bloom into a beautiful, requited devotion for each other. Now, I wish I could say this is our ending, for I regret to inform you, this is no pleasurable tale. If neither break free from the shackles dragging each other, this love could burst into something sinister, incomprehensible. After all, every rose must lose its petals before withering, shriveling up into nothing but dust of what once - a delicate florescent. With two souls so similar, but different in their views of this cruel world, how can one prevail over the other? Will our antagonist have to relinquish. Rendering himself at the brink of death - for the victim to leave the abuser lying on the ground, watching him draw his very last breath? Concluding this novel with a 'justice beats iniquity' trope. Or will our protagonist venture astray, leaving all sensibility, surrendering himself to the villain, whom everybody warned him to stay away from? Why, that might just class as an unhappily ever after..

Depuis la fin de la guerre, Drago Malefoy a trouvé la cachette parfaite pour échapper aux regards curieux, aux journalistes et surtout à un certain Harry Potter qui semble le traquer aux quatre coins du pays. Drago est devenu un Animagus non déclaré. Sa forme ? Un magnifique serpent blanc aux yeux gris. Pensant être en sécurité sous sa forme reptilienne dans l'Allée des Embrumes, Drago commet l'erreur de sa vie : il se fait capturer... par Potter lui-même.

This story takes place one year after Gon and Killua parted ways. Though they both missed each other, neither had the nerve to reach out. Both assumed they would get in the way of each others lives, however with a gentle push from Ging; Gon decided to search for Killua. With his internal thoughts aside, he charged head first into finding Killuas whereabouts. Please give my story a chance and find out what happens next<3 Cover art by @HDSzzZ on Twitter

As Law heard the click of the gun, he knew his options: there was a body within the vicinity of his room that he could switch out with and fool Doflamingo, or Law could just say fuck it, and let the soul mate bond do its work. And honestly, Law was rather curious how far back Luffy would be taken... Today had been quite terrible after all. (Soul mate AU where if your soul mate dies in front of you, you are sent back in time and given one chance to save them. If you succeed, they remember what could have been. If you fail, they are dead forever.)

[HIGHSCHOOL AU] COMPLETED☑️ Gon Freecss is a socially awkward teen that never left his comfort zone and watched from afar. Until he moves from his hometown in Hawaii, to the suburbs of Yorknew City. Meeting people wasn't his specialty, neither was love. But when he comes across Killua Zoldyck he finally starts to understand. Friendship, brothers, and love are a bad mix, but with Killua's help, he can finally know why.

Will disappears in the middle of the night, leaving behind a life that has slowly learned how to hurt him quietly. He doesn't run toward answers. He runs toward memory, toward the one place where his body remembers what it felt like to be safe, long before he learned how to stay silent. Mike wasn't supposed to still be there. Not after two years of distance, unfinished conversations, and the kind of closeness that never really fades, only changes shape.

Hello people from wattpad ✋ this is my soukoku story. I made it on ao3 but decided to put it here too. Very well known Dazai Osamu is having yet another stack of problems, he won't admit it of course... BUT his beloved ex-boyfriend Nakahara Chuuya comes for the rescue. will it work? YOU WILL SEE

My first ever fic, this takes place directly after season 2 episode 6. I try to keep it to what I think could be canon/realistic to the story. I'm writing this as I go so any suggestions are welcome.

(ART BY @akechisu1 ON TWITTER !!) Dazai wakes up, goes out through his day like normal, then goes home, but his thoughts are silent this time.. ON AO3 BITCHES !! The ao3 ver will always be updated first, sorry-