Akutagawa Stories

Atsushi accidentally gets adopted by Fukuzawa and joins the ADA Magazine as a new model? Or Part chatfic, part prose, all insanity modelling au, no abilities, idk wtf I'm doing.

Fortune bends in her presence, though never for her @nyx

Four years ago, you were the brightest young detective in Yokohama-until a mission ended with ten thousand dead and your name written in blood. You vanished, choosing solitude over salvation, haunted by every scream you couldn't silence. But when Osamu Dazai shows up at your apartment door with that same lazy smile and a case that sounds eerily familiar, you realize ghosts don't stay buried forever. Now, between sleepless nights, tangled emotions, and the dangerous dance of two broken minds, you're forced to confront the one mystery you've spent years avoiding-your own heart.

all my bad screenshots:D

Emi Kunikida, who was practically raised by her ideal-driven older brother, has proven time and time again that she's quite a detective. With the events following the Armed Detective Agency's newest hire though, how will she handle it? ~disclaimer: I don't own Bungou Stray Dogs, any of its characters, or plot points. I only own my OCs and original plot points~cover photo does not belong to me either~

Have you ever felt trapped behind glass? Like an exhibit in a museum of your own life, your brightest wings pinned to a photograph of your past. He was trapped. Like a butterfly in a jar, its desperate fluttering against the walls only amusing the one holding the lid. He was shattered, like crystal on a plate, and someone else's fork mercilessly pinned him in place, depriving him of any chance of escape. His world narrowed to a dark room, the floor littered with broken mirrors and withered wings, torn by hope. But even in the deepest darkness, a tiny light can be born. A single ray, like the ringing of a phone with a bunny charm or the reflection of an emerald stone in a tie. And he walked towards it. Step by step, breaking the invisible red threads that held him captive. Behind the next door, a world turned inside out awaited him. Bright, absurd, noisy. Here, sweets lay on the floor next to surgical scalpels, school notebooks peacefully coexisted with an elegant hat and a bottle of expensive wine. A white stuffed tiger and cow slept in the corner, and a long black coat, smelling of rain and mystery, hung on a coat rack. A katana, sharpened to a razor's edge, was there. And scattered everywhere were pages from the "ideals" notebook. Chaos, but with its own strange harmony. And the further he walked, the easier it became to breathe. Threads broke, the glass beneath his feet turned to petals, and dried butterflies on the walls came to life, rustling their wings in dust and light. He no longer walked-he ran. Toward the blinding radiance at the end of the path. Toward the door behind which voices resounded. Voices calling his name. Voices that had become familiar. This is a story of escape. Not from a prison with bars, but from oneself-from the captivity of pain, loneliness, and someone else's will. A journey from a broken plate to the warm light of home, from a dried-up insect in a collection to a person who has finally found wings to fly to where they are loved.

Dazai has been very off recently, showing up less and less to the office. One afternoon, he finally shows up, but it seems a bit strange when be brings presents... The title is based on a song that I highly suggest you listen to! ⚠️This is abandoned⚠️ The fanfic is on AO3 as well, though it probably won't be receiving any more updates due to some personal things//to clarify I am the original author.

In the first battle against Fukuchi, Atsushi makes a reality bending decision, accidentally sending himself back in time. Awakening in the body of his fourteen year old self, Atsushi must navigate the unfolding story of Dazai's dark era. However, a chance encounter with a young Akutagawa derails the timeline, drawing Atsushi deep into the darkness and intrigue of the port mafia. As time itself begins to shift, Atsushi sees a once in a lifetime opportunity- an opportunity to change the fate of the world, and save Akutagawa from the demons that will consume him in the future. As the threads of fate reweave themselves, and feelings blossom in unexpected places, all that Atsushi knows to be true must be questioned. Is it too much to want a better fate? Is it selfish to make a wish for a kinder beginning? ****NEW CHAPTER EACH WEEK. UPDATES SUNDAYS***

"What's troubling you Atsushi?" Dazai asked his young apprentice. "Nothing's troubling me I just..." he trailed off for a moment, thinking, "I can't stop thinking about Akutagawa today. He was so calm a gentle when he took care of f/n." Dazai closed his eyes and sighed, a smile present on his lips. "Yes, well he cares very deeply for her." "Why is that?" Atsushi questioned, "It's so unlike him." "Because she knows how to make him feel loved and valued." You complete him. You grew up in the Port Mafia, having only joined a few months after Akutagawa. You were found in front of the building by Dazai and Chuuya. You had been working as an assassin for hire for over two years and your recent job lead to you the Port Mafia's doorstep. Your mission was to kill Sakunosuke Oda. Meeting the man that was your target changes how you see yourself, but where will it lead you?

I feel like there aren't that many Akutagawa x Y/N fanfic tons where Akutagawa isn't mischaracterized, or Y/N is just super... cringe, you know what I mean? I'll try for this one to not be like that. Thanks.

Some Bungo stray dogs head cannons Ships Skk(soukoku) Sskk(shin soukoku) Zskk(zen soukoku) Ranpoe Suegiku Tachitani Kousano

Let's say a new ability-user comes into play. Will the Agency be able to stop them? Also, what's all this about investigations? What research? Chuuya Nakahara does not want to be dragged back to this world, yet France has nothing to do with this. Edgar Allan Poe's books are predicting a certain doom, Edogawa Ranpo does not know anything about what's going on, is the only one who can do something... A raccoon? Or bsd but it's Karl's pov

They have tragic backstorys and also silly little bits in it

(Working on it again yay) Dazai never look back after he left the port mafia. But his past has come knocking on the agency door (Literally). Meet Natsuki Dazai, Dazai's sister. Natsuki took over as a port mafia executive when Dazai left. And now she wants to see him again after four years.

This is a fanfic between Akutagawa and my favourite Wattpad Author, AnAlienFromJupiter. Feel free to read it like a BSD BEAST insert cuz the girl is unnamed soooo~ Anyway, enjoy this trash!

CW : This fic contains themes of depression, severe anxiety, abuse, and suicide. Look at me: useless, unimportant, a failure. I'd bet that most people my age are doing way better; they're likely employed and actually have friends. But looking at the guy next to me accompanied a nice feeling to say the least... even though the reason probably shouldn't. With the frown he wore and the way his brows knit together in what most likely was frustration, he doesn't seem all that fulfilled either. It's a selfish thought, but I'm glad to see people most likely as miserable as me. "A cup of black tea, please," he ordered, his fingers picking underneath his nails, before his gaze drifted to the side. For a quick moment, I could notice a look to the side in my direction, then a pause, before he turned back. ... A few minutes began to pass by while my tea began to cool down in my hands. I'll have to leave soon... but how am I supposed to get home? I'm not really sure if I have enough money to take the train. I winced. I'll probably have to ask Dazai-san for help again... "Your order, sir," the barista said before sliding it over to him. I rested my head on the edge of my palm as I leaned forward, my gaze unintentionally drifting off to the person sitting next to me. On a second look, I can't help but notice the oddness of his hair-inky black with short bangs and two longer pieces with white tips framing his face-I've been told that my hair was weird in an uneven kind of way, but... it's simply... peculiar to say the least. Also not to mention his complexion-pale and ghoulish. That paired with his haircut made him look like some odd vampire. He started to look over the table-seemingly searching for something until his eyes met the jar of sugar cubes. As he began to lift the lid open, he started to put... Oh. 1... 2... 3... 4... cubes of sugar...? Bsd fic

Chuuya Nakahara married Osamu Dazai when he was 18. Bad idea. When Dazai leaves the port mafia, Chuuya has to take care of the kids all by himself. This story is a tale of Chuuya trying to be a great normal parent and still a fear-inducing Mafia executive.

❝ My past has tasted bitter For years now. ❞ As he held the gun, he asked the young man on the floor who was bleeding to death. "Would you like me to kill you, or would you want to suffer for about five more minutes?" The man nodded his head. "P-please, kill me." ❝ The blood on my hands scares me to death. ❞ The dark hair colored man shot the blonde man. He was smiling, while his eyes were filled with such satisfying joy. His finger kept pressing on the trigger as more bullets pierced into the dead body when a orange hair man kicked the gun out of his hands. ❝ I'll be good, I'll be good. ❞ His eyes were the same as your father's. You were a mere 15 year old when you have met your savior. The man who comforted you, and became your salvation. His white bandages, the way his eyes would glisten when he talked to you, and his strong arms wrapped around you. Will he become a good man if he stays in the mafia? Will he find what he achieves? You wondered. All you wanted was his happiness. [ Finished. ] No.1 on Kunikida; 03/26/22.

Today is one of the rarest occasions of the year; Chuuya and Dazai both have day offs at the same time. Keeping their relationship a secret is hard because one, they're at opposing sides, and two, it's an unbelievable fact that these two; Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai; Who are always at each other's throat, is dating. To spend this day that has been bestowed upon them, they roam around the snow-filled shopping districts with scarfs and beanies to hide their faces but still see each other, making chaos and PDA along the way. While eating ice cream and checking the map for more shopping shenanigans; Dazai spots Chuuya across the street.. with a dress?!? But Chuuya is with him?? Right now?? Holding his hand?? What will happen when Soukoku meets their counterpart, their female versions? How will both duos react? How would everyone else react? How would they hide their relationship/s? What, Who, Why, How did this even happen?

The gang is stuck in the in-between a place between realities. All that's left to do is watch their stories play out. And hopeful it won't break them in half. -------------- Atsushi's ability manifested in his right arm. Dazai proceeded to touch Atsushi on the shoulder. Atsushi's arm turned back. "Atsushi got any secrets you don't want people to learn?" "Privacy isn't that important compared to people's safety." AO3 has stuff too