Verlaine Stories

no description cuz i suck at that cover will change once i draw it:3 if i decided to draw it lmao if not ill just use volume covers and change it once i publish the part that contain the next volume published: april 16, 2026 finished:

One stupid comment for dazai somehow caused Paul Verlaine and Ozaki kuoyou to get married?! Dazai just wanted to spend time with his boyfriend chuuya ,but Verlaine and Kuoyou where arguing who's a better sibling figure to chuuya, so Dazai said something that kind of made sense and those two got married. This is set in the port mafia dark era, none of this information is canon Arther and Paul are best friends,I do support Rimlaine but this fic is not about that.

Han pasado dos años...desde que la muerte los separó.

📃🖋️ Des petits textes que j'ai trouvé chouettes Ça peut être des petits poèmes comme ça peut être une poésie entière. Bonne lecture j'espère ❤️ Vous avez vu ? Ça fait une rime 😏 Il peut y avoir des citations aussi.

Další z vlaku, měl*a jsem ji zapsanou v poznámkách univerzitního diáře

Par les soirs bleus d'été on m'a dit que tenir un rantbook c'était "Swag". Ignorant la signification de ce mot étrange je décidai, moi, Arthur Rimbaud, d'en écrire un.

Epic tales from the Dhar Mann universe but its BSD and after a certian point it stops being Dhar Mann and just becomes a fanfic Co-written with @notgrace_y

One Shot poétique sur l'histoire d'amour qui unissait Arthur Rimbaud et Paul Verlaine

A normal highschool bsd fanfic Might have some angst ig?? A TON of ships Chuuya, an aggressive teen from Brittany, France was transferred out of the comfort of his country all the way to Yokohoma, Japan. He was of course furious at this sudden news, but his efforts to stay in France were to no avail, he had absolutely no choice in this decision, much to his displeasure. How will this sudden move change him? For better or for worse. Will he be able to find refuge in his Japanese raised classmates? Or be isolated for his different upbringing? Will he be able to find love from a certain brunette?

Chuuya is French. Dazai is Japanese. Where Chuuya is forced to leave his beloved France and move to Japan because of Verlaine's decision, his world turns upside down. He despises the change. And despises it even more when Dazai, an infuriatingly lazy, suicidal and unbearable student, gets involved in his life.

Its only normal to attend a nobles event... I didnt realise what I had gotten myself into though. No one there, random glances and an infuriatingly odd butler

Just an idea that I got at night and turned that into a bungou stray dogs fanfic. Out of character very much. Love the anime but i haven't even finished it. Verlaine was sent on a mission after years of training new members in the underground base. The ADA and PM working together to stop the new rising threat, a terrorist organization. Dazai and Chuuya, as well as the two estranged brothers interacting. Or Verlaine being forced to disguise himself as a French royalty in order to stop a possible war between Japan and France and get the terrorists in jail. Easy, right?

A series of different Bungo Stray Dogs fanfiction, inspired by holiday writing prompts found on Tumblr. (I would add the link, but I can't find it...) This will be updated every day, starting on December 13, and will end on the 24th, each chapter of different BSD ships from different writing prompts. Will feature mostly Soukoku (Dazai x Chuuya) and Rimlaine (Verlaine x Rimbaud), with a dash of Shin Soukoku (Atsushi x Akutagawa) and Suegiku (Tetchou and Jouno) Warning: Some will be short asf Can and will vary from a few thousand words to a few hundred words. Disclaimer: All images and characters are not mine and belong to their rightful owners.

"What did you mean?" "About what, chibi?" "About how you said I was a..." the ginger trialed off as Dazai helped him continue the sentence. "That's you're human?"

Avevo deciso di muovermi verso Liegi, per noia, per avventura, per un'amore terminato così così. Mi aveva convinto anche un certo SERGE NONSOCOSA ,incrociato su regionale veloce dalle parti di Palazzolo Sull'Oglio. La Vallonia mi era parsa, in folgorazione, come il luogo dove riprendere il filo di una vita ancora giovane lasciata senza particolari, decisivi sviluppi, e sostanzialmente svuotata. Un'esistenza senza la prova del guanto di paraffina, in effetti. Dopo essere approdato alla stazione ferroviaria di Guillemins avevo fatto in fretta a subire il fascino imbecille di Serge e ne ero diventato l'amante, passivo, fancazzista e mantenuto. Poi mi ero iscritto a una Scuola Creativa d'arti Applicate, dove mi ero imbattuto in soggetti disagiati, disagevoli, geniali, grotteschi, spaventosi e illuminati. In particolare avevo conosciuto HOLDEN CAULFIELD. Dandy in formalina con dei numeri comunque notevoli. Un personaggio a tutto tondo, effettivamente. Avevo deciso di mollare, fra mille menate, il mio amante/finanziatore e di farmi seguace di HOLDEN CAULFIELD, l'anglo-belga. Ma la SUA E LA MIA STORIA è quella che dovete leggere di seguito... Fiaba strana dalle venature metalliche, ma con guizzi di cherosene spirituale. A voi.

Rimlaine fanfic

In a world measured not by good and evil, but by the ashes scattered between them... There, where laws fall silent and shadows speak... Every promise is born as betrayal... And every light as a glittering trap. And here... When the first eye opens to blood... And the first lie smiles sincerely...the story that cannot be told twice begins... Be prepared; not all stories survive... because some only begin when the moon falls.. This novel is my own work. Any resemblance to other novels is purely coincidental. I do not allow my ideas to be stolen...

Je vous propose une anthologie des quelques poèmes tirés des "Fêtes Galante" de Verlaine que j'ai constitué en 2017.

Dazai wouldn't believe that something so breathtaking was a mere boy, he must have been an angel sent from the heavens above as a gift to humanity, for what? Dazai did not know but he would not pry for fear of never seeing that specific shade of auburn again. And there the angel sat, unbothered, along the shore throwing rocks into the endless blue... (English isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes)