Mori Stories

I'm haruhi's sister, Aika, I am one year older and ever since our mother died it had been hard, but haruhi and me have been trying, especially for are dad. We both got into ouran highschool this year as I was going to try last year but didn't want to leave haruhi behind so I waited. I am a year ahead of her but I'm still glad we both got in on a free scholarships. I thought nothing interesting would happen. ...I thought wrong. And to think it started with the 3rd music room and a really tall guy Highest rank so far #1- #Fanfiction #3 - #anime #1 - #Mori #1- ohshc #1- haruhi. #2- kyoya

Fujioka Hanabi, sister to Haruhi, meets the Host Club! There, she finds a kindred spirit in the form of the 'wild-type' host, Morinozuka Takashi. How will their love story unfold? This is a story with almost zero drama. It's a little boring in that sense, but I hope you enjoy it anyways! I don't own any characters or dialogue from Ouran High School Host Club! I don't own the cover image!

(Y/N) Shirubanaito, the only child and the successor of the Shirubanaito company never wanted more than anything to be like the others and attend school. But of course, as the only child, her parents would do as much as to keep her safe and locked inside her dull, quiet, empty, and lonely house. It wasn't until her parents were in crisis that she was arranged to be wedded off to the third son of some family. Ootori. ♡~COMPLETED~♡ Sorry if this is bad. It's my first released fanfiction. Please make sure to vote! ^^

Do I look like a fucking dog? I hate getting on my hands and knees for anybody, but when a customer comes in-I put on my biggest smile, bow and say, "At Your Service, M'lady"

*WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE, DEPRESSION, ABUSE, RAPE, HUMAN TRAFFICKING, LEMON AND VIOLENCE. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT OR CAN'T HANDLE THIS PLEASE LEAVE!!!! BUT FOR THE REST: PLEASE ENJOY* Hi. My Name is Alizeé Pharaoh, I am 16 years old and I am on the run, along with my 4 month old daughter Ramona, from a dangerous man who wants nothing more than to.... well I don't really know, but it's probably bad. So I pretend to be a boy to cover my tracks. Join me as I come to Ouran Academy, meet new, slightly annoying people, and fall in love for the first time.... yup, lets see if I am Truly Good Enough for this world.

You, Y/n Fujioka, have been living in the United States for the past five years. While there, you have met several famous actors and celebrities of all kinds including Johnny Depp, Katy Perry, Lindsey Stirling, Harrison Ford, Zach Brown, and Catherine Zeta-Jones. They had become like family to you, always inviting you to backstage and red carpet events. They even gave you an allowance from helping them out! (You aren't rich, you have like $2,500 which you are saving up for sports car. So again, not rich.) After finishing middle school in America, you decided to head back to Japan to visit your twin sister Haruhi Fujioka. *~HIGHEST RANK~* #2 in ouran (May 23rd, 2019) #3 in kaoru #5 in host club

Yoru Hitachiin is the unknown triplet of Hikaru and Kaoru. Mr. and Mrs. Hitachiin got divorced when they were 5, and Yoru went to live with her dad while Hikaru and Kaoru stayed with their mom. Yoru's two older brothers DESPISE her. Absolutely hate her, playing mean pranks on her and everything imaginable. So, her and Mr. Hitachiin moved away to America where she grew up on a farm. Yoru is fluent in Japanese and English. After 10 years, her father goes bankrupt and Yoru has no choice but to move back to Japan with her mom and brothers. But is Yoru still the same little girl that the twins remember and hate? Warning!! Story contains self harm/depression/suicidal tendencies, viewer discretion is advised. Disclaimer : I don't own OHSHC, I only own my OC and plot!!

"I'm blessed, " I sang as I sat in the padded white room, "please confess, I'm blessed!" "Mr. Fujioka, " I turned to see my doctor, who I called Doc, "Your father is here." [Don't own the picture. I just edited it] [I gave up on this, sorry <3]

Yo. I'm Miku Fujioka. Me and my older sister, Haruhi, go to Ouran Academy. It's a rich kid school full of snobs and sissies la la's. Well, at least, that's what I first thought. There are a handful of good kids here, that we've gotten close to. They treat us like family, and when you've had a life like I've had, that's one of the best feelings in the world. Who knows, maybe a relationship will bloom.

Natsuki Shirohana has a tough life, so tough that we can't even comprehend what he has been through. He was held at a place called 'the school,' a most dreaded place for him and many others who have escaped from there. Just like him. After escaping, he meets a college student that takes care of him until he disappears with a note saying 'go to Japan'. After that he hides out in a forest near a prestigious school, Ouran Academy. What will happen when he is seen by the well known Host Club? Highest ranking: 30 - Mori 2 - Maximum Ride DISCLAIMER: I do not own OHSHC or Maximum Ride. I only own my plot and my OCs. Any copying of my plot or character(s) without my permission is punishable by law. Plagiarism. Don't do it, people! If you do not know Maximum Ride, that's perfectly okay. I will explain the terminology (ex, Eraser, School, etc.) This is also a bxb story. Don't like, don't read. Simple as that. Enjoy, y'all~:3

Dazai had just left the Port Mafia, he left everything of his old past behind. His boss, co-workers, title. Especially, his partner. Chuuya was his everything, and still is, but he has to leave. New courage and determination had been withdrawn from him, due to a very dear friend of his dying to his boss, Mori Ougai. His last wishes was for Dazai to become a better man, and somehow, someway, Dazai wanted to fulfill those wishes. He first had to find a way to get clear. His criminal record had mysteriously disappeared, and so will he. How will Chuuya react to his partner leaving? HIS suicidal maniac leaving. What could they ever do without eachother? It was like a different reality without their partners.

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.

If someone told them that they would be in bungo stray dogs as a mori They would have never believed them. It doesn't help that they also end up raising a whole bunch of chaotic children. To be honest, they're not quite sure how they got here to begin with. Well, I guess the best way to start would be from the very beginning.

Rocky from the 3 ninjas x reader Madelyn and the Douglas's have been close all their life due to both their dads working in the fbi and being neighbors. Maddie's ninja name is vada btw

|𝗧𝘄𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘅| 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨'𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧? 𝕋𝔻𝕃ℝ: 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍-𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛.

Love Something That all beings experience. From Mammals to Reptiles. From Gods to Humans. No matter what form of flesh taken, love was a constant. Bold, clear and unapologetic in their nature. Love comes in all different forms. Yet, one reigns supreme. Romantic love. Something you Didn't understand and Don't want to understand. From every show to every book, romance was one thing that had to be included. Perhaps overexposure had made you hate it, or maybe you were just broken form the beginning. Maybe someday, someone would come and repair you. Just like in a fairy tale. --- I want to preface that this story is not the typical romance. Instead it will be containing a mainly queer platonic relationship (Although this might end up changing as I continue writing) -though this is still tagged as a ChuuyaxReader because it will be exploring this type of relationship with them as the main characters. You get me? Alright you can get to reading now.

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

(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.

In the glittering halls of Ouran Academy, where wealth is measured in generations and lunch costs more than most people's weekly groceries, Akihito Nakamura is surviving on spite, energy drinks, and four hours of sleep. A scholarship student from a world of convenience store shifts and carefully hidden bruises, he's mastered the art of appearing fine while quietly falling apart. Armed with impeccable manners, a secret stuffed bear named Mr. Crimson, and an impressive collection of terrible coping mechanisms, Akihito has exactly one goal: keep his head down, maintain his grades, and get through each day without anyone discovering the truth about his life outside Ouran's ivory gates. But when a certain overly-enthusiastic Host Club King decides that Akihito would make the perfect addition to their ranks, and a quiet, observant vice-president starts noticing the things Akihito desperately tries to hide, surviving Ouran becomes exponentially more complicated. Also, there are rose petals. So many rose petals.

He wanted to die. But then Chuuya made him feel something. Sixteen-year-old Dazai Osamu is brilliant, dangerous, and hollow inside. No one sees through him-except maybe his volatile partner, Chuuya Nakahara. When Dazai's suicidal ideation starts bleeding into missions, it's Chuuya who pulls him back. Again and again. But nothing in the Port Mafia is simple. Not friendship. Not loyalty. And definitely not the aching, confusing bond forming between two boys trained to be weapons. A kiss changes everything. Mori sees everything. And suddenly, what felt like comfort starts to look like a threat. They're learning what love feels like- in a world that was never built for softness. Credits to the artist of the picture -DinoNugget :)