d.osamu x reader | Taking refuge in a house that no one dared to even glance at the end of the street, you, (y/n) (l/n), discover that things are alive in this house. The paintings become unnaturally saturated when you walk past them, yet they dull into dusty hues when you stare at their averting eyes. The floorboards creak when no one is stepping on them, and the stairs seem to watch your every move. There is something in this house that you just cannot place a finger on.

"Stay by my side. It doesn't have to be forever. Even if it's just for now." After Ash's death, Eiji Okumura went on to live a long and fruitful life. For many years, he tried forcing himself to let go of his first love, but Ash Lynx never failed to escape from Eiji's life. 60 years later, Eiji crosses into death, and his heart still holds on to the boy he loved in New York City. Now, in the afterlife, Eiji searches for Ash. Could they still rebuild what life stole from them. What could possibly heal the loss and grief experienced from their years apart?

Basically.... Dazai and Chuuya end up travelling time and well... they discover a lot more than they need to. Story art by Lex_dark_ on twitter (I thought it was fitting for my idea) go check them out their art is... nsfw but also cute sometimes lmao Includes smut, angst, fluff, time travel, swearing, drinking

━━━━━ yandere!priest x 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!transmigrated!reader ↳ Isekai is no job for the weak, especially not when you have been transmigrated into a horror game where religion is number one, placed above all. When Y/n finds out he has reincarnated as a B-Class side character, one who is destined to die as a human sacrifice to the god they worship, he is determined to prove his faith, to join the Church...so he won't be slaughtered. But first, he must work himself into the priest's good graces. But how ironic, isn't it? That the Priest worships a god, but acts like the devil. **LOVELY COVER ART DONE BY @reverenced_cicada **old version found in discord twisted faith channel: pinned message HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in malereader #1 in male #6 in bl #7 in malexmale #14 in original

"If I give you my number," he started, his jaw clenching. "Will you fuck off?" "Maybe," Ryusei said with a shrug and a smirk. He reached into his pocket for his phone and held it out to him. "Only one way to find out."

masquerade /ˌmɑːskəˈreɪd,ˌmaskəˈreɪd/ noun 1. a false show or pretence. →this fic is set in the time between dazai's leave from the port mafia and his entrance into the agency← when running from his life from the mafia, dazai finds himself in russia with some interesting company. →MAY CONTAIN SOME EXPLICIT CONTENT IN LATER CHAPTERS.←

For Joey Lynch, the world was never anything but a rotten, cruel battlefield. Born on a holiday meant for light, he was instead forged in the darkness of an abusive legacy, forced to become a protector before he was even a boy. He is a creature of trauma and raw survival, forever battling the seductive, drowning pull of addiction that promises a final escape. But there has always been a light in the dark for him. Just a singular, defiant spark: Estella, his sister's best friend. She is a magnificent anomaly, a walking, breathing sunbeam in his grime-coated life. Her hair is a shock of bright, liquid silver, catching the light like spilled moonlight, framing a face that is dizzyingly, charmingly cute. Her eyes, wide and unnerving, are the colour of molten silver.When she stares up at Joey, meeting his trauma-hardened gaze with her impossible luminosity and a cheeky, uncompromising grin, he knows: she is trouble. The necessary kind. He has lost everything: his peace, his innocence, his stability. But she is the one thing that can never slip away. Not when he snarls and retreats like a cornered animal; she simply stares, her bright eyes unsettlingly steady, and deploys that silly, confident grin. God, he is putty in her hands. The temptation between them is a physical, humming wire, stretched taut for years. But when they finally give in-when the shadow reaches for the light, and the light does not pull away-things dare to take a turn for the worse. As Joey fights his darkest demons, trying to fend off his violent father and the relentless grip of addiction, he discovers that the girl who glows has been quietly burning, too. They need to decide if this fierce, hard-won love can genuinely tame all the anger and war within them... ... and if a single, silver light is truly the answer to all the world's rot.

❝ 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 📼⋆.˚🎧 The daughter of Orpheus and Eurydice and the son of Poseidon are the next great tragedy. percy jackson x fem!oc started: 04/02/2024 ended: ? cover by xiosalem

𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑫𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑰𝑵. 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑫𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑳 and 𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑬 are two sides of the same rusted razor wire sharp, dangerous, and destined to draw blood upon contact. They do not meet in soft confessionals or candlelit rooms of redemption; they find each other where the rot is deepest, where the shadows breed, and where the unforgivable acts are whispered. Their attraction is not a choice; it is the final, magnetic pull of two utterly ruined objects. It took a single, chemical touch, an electric jolt that shocked life back into the numbness and one devastating cross of their eyes for the hunt to begin again. The game is primal, familiar: Hunter and Prey, but this time, the stakes are not merely ownership. This time, Aurora Donahue wants to watch the world burn. She is done with grief; she only accepts the cleansing fire. The death of her twin, Rosemary Donahue, was not a tragedy; it was the corrosive foundation for a devastating legacy of ruin. When Rosemary was lost, her sisters, Sage and Aurora, didn't just grieve they went feral, leaving only silence and ash in their wake. After three missing months, Aurora was found, not broken, but consecrated: numb on sedatives, her wrists etched with self-inflicted truths, her eyes holding the terrifying knowledge of what happened on the banks of the cold river. Alistair sees the wreckage and is instantly, lethally addicted. The compliant girl he once sought to control is gone, replaced by a vengeful force, a thing of horrifying beautiful lust and pure destructive hunger. He doesn't merely realize something is wrong; he understands that the wreckage is meant for him, and he claims i

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀♱ 𝕮an mere mortals offer such ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ═════════════ eterna͟l͟i͟t͟y͟ . . . ? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ── 𝕴N 𝖂HICH . . . ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙍𝘈𝘾𝘏𝙄𝘓𝘿𝘌 was a ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ curse since birth. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ . . . 𝙊𝘙 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ── 𝕴N 𝖂HICH . . . ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙉𝘐𝙆𝘖𝙇𝘈𝙄 was never ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ free since birth. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀【 𝖛𝘢y𝘦t𝘳u𝘭y ── 2025 】 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀【 𝖘tatus ── 𝙤𝘯𝙜𝘰𝙞𝘯𝙜 】