Yukichifukuzawa Stories

𝒲𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒹ℴℯ𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝑔ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒽ℯ ℯ𝓍𝒸ℯ𝓅𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓉ℴ， 𝒽ℯ ℯ𝓃𝒹'𝓈 𝓊𝓅 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓆𝓊ℯℯ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 ℰ𝑔𝓎𝓅𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎．

There is a day where we mark it as special. There are days where we just want to do our thing. And there are days that we completely change. Those days connect our everyday lives like how a bridge connects both sides. Bridge connects our birth and death. But the big question is... WHO ARE YOU?

I've found that there aren't many BSD smuts on Wattpad, and after searching for a long time, I found a book that promised smut and had none. So for all you poor sinners out there, who thirst for BSD character as much as I do, here's a smut fanfic of all your favorite characters. This is my first smut book, but don't worry I've read enough smut to make sure this is a good one. (U3U) ALSO! I don't own any of these characters, the fanart or the anime. This is a fan fiction, made purely for everyone's entertainment. The characters belong to Kafka Asagiri and Sango Harukawa.

Fukuzawa neglects his sleeps schedule and Fukuchi takes that personally.

[It's not the problem that's the problem here. That sounds strange, he knows, but it's the truth. No... Truly, the problem here is why the problem began.] Two old men (who aren't really that old, anyway) stumble into happiness with no grace. Who needs it, anyway, when you have the only person in the world who can defeat you, by your side, looking at you more softly than anyone else ever has? [featuring trans mori specifically but you can assume pretty much everyone in here is cisn't]

// "People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers and spider webs. It's not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go." // Kindness is often mistaken for softness and let me tell you, that is a mistake you don't want to make. Kind people are not born that way, they do not stumble into it. Kind people are forged in fire and darkness and imploding stars; they have steel cores. Throw a punch and you're going to break your hand. Dazai knew that better than most. He has seen life crush so many others, and they become these kinder versions of themselves after having faced the worst of it all. He's seen it happen to himself. An immortal king who only wishes to end his life. What drove him to this insane state? Why did he live such a suicidal lifestyle when his future was perfect? Why would he ruin everything just for a little thrill? He knew his life was going to crumble around him. Perfect doesn't last, after all. Those he had grown so fond of wouldn't have made it, so Dazai was willing to gamble everything if it meant he could do something worthwhile - be something worthwhile. Now, he stands in the middle of a battlefield, breaking the very people he swore to protect. "You can't protect them if you're still stuck in the past!" I heard Chuuya shout, his eyes burning into the back of my head. "It wasn't your fault, Dazai! To me, to us, you were no monster. Now get that into that damn head of yours." "But-" "I don't have time for your damn rebuttals. Save the person that's right in front of you rather than those in your past. They're gone, but we're not. We're still here."

// "Maybe if you were better trained you could have left behind a legacy instead of a corpse. // Sakunosuke Oda. The one man who managed to change the demon prodigy for the better. Watch as he tries to make better decisions from the afterlife. Watch as he tries to save the most broken man in Yokohama. Maybe our suicidal maniac will actually find a reason to live. But then, what will happen to his legacy? Will it crumble away just like he did? Dazai faces an endless uphill climb. He has something to prove, he has nothing to lose. Dazai's pace is relentless, he wastes no time. What is it like in his shoes? Dazai doesn't hesitate, he exhibits no restraint; he takes and he takes and he takes, and he keeps winning anyway. He changes the game. He plays and he raises the stakes. And if there's a reason he seems to thrive when so few survive, then goddamnit Oda was willing to wait for it. Life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes. And they keep living anyway; they rise and they fall and they break and we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason Dazai's still alive when so many have died, then Oda was willin' to- ''If Oda was willing to wait for it, then he would have been the one to survive rather than Dazai.''

Most of this will probably be about Dazai. Feel free to talk about other headcanons in the comments!

Just some cute mini stories from the game Bungo Stray Dogs: Tales of the lost

Just a bunch of headcanons of how I see these characters. Plus, some fanfiction ideas.

Just Anime crossovers or fanfic/scenario that I imagined in my head

I kinda need to stop lying to people. So, first off, hi, my name is Hoshizuki Ito. I'm fifteen, a jujutsu sorcerer and the youngest member of the armed detective agency. I have one issue. NEITHER OF THESE ORGANISATIONS KNOW THE OTHER EXISTS!!!!! Which leads me to skipping classes for important cases and not showing up for a meeting because Gojo dumped another mission on me. It's fine though. My ability is The Stars And The Moon. I basically use light to manipulate things, but it's best at night. Blah blah blah about domain expansion, I am super close with the first and second years, and I am probably the only thing keeping Dazai from killing himself because he for some reason wants to do it with me. There's also this new kid at the agency, well, I guess he's 18. Wait, Gojo, what do you mean we have a mission in Yokohama? Ah fuck.

There are dealings within the Armed Detective Agency even the employees cannot know about, but of course Yukichi cannot keep his beloved in the dark - and he'd probably figure it out anyway. The President and his best logicians are forced to solve a case working illicitly with their most hated enemy and risk their lives. Why? Because Ranpo wants praise.