Rampo Stories

A text message from a certain Port Mafia executive sent Ranpo into mission mode. His pace is quick, and his heartbeat even quicker. Nothing will stop him from reaching the Port Mafia headquarters. The message on his phone left little to his imagination: "Come to my office for something fun."

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.

Mini stories that I earned when I played a kindergarten event in Bungo Stray Dogs: Tales of the Lost for about 8 hours straight... Also the cover is my actual score from playing this game..

what the title says I do not own Bungou Stray Dogs

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be one of the characters of Bongo Stray Dogs? Well I have. If you want to find out what its like to be one of them too, then satisfy your curiosity by reading this ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

Poe decided to start book commissions, in which he would write something with a given prompt and then exchange the writing for money. But all turns to chaos when he gets comissioned to make a fantasy book like a Disney Princess story. _________________ No characters from Bungou Stray Dogs belong to me. Their rightful owners are Asagiri Kafka and Harukawa 35. Any characters who aren't in Bungou Stray Dogs belong to me. The Cover Art also belongs to me.

The ADA gets an anonymous message about a certain brunette in hopes of getting him locked up after the sender held a grudge, but it backfires imidiately. Based off of a video on TikTok by latristezamanchada

NSFW/Smut. Issa crack fic about erhm yk rampos birthday. I'm sure u can guess what's finna happen.

Y/N, The eldest sister of Atsushi Nakajima. When they were kicked out of the orphanage they got separated, Only to have a sweet family reunion in the middle of forming an alliance between the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency. None of the art used is mine. None of the BSD characters are mine also.

yet another story inspired by tt, dazai and chuuyas dynamic is so confusing it even makes their adopted children as well as themselves wonder what is happening

「運命がまた一緒になるまで、 この手紙を書き続けます。 "I'll keep writing these letters until fate brings us together again."

(Long hiatus) One,two,three,four...how many nights has it been? Poe could hardly remember,it makes him even more terrified when he wakes up in a dark room with just a small hallway in front of him...terrified by not only the room and how he got there,but also because of the mannequin he keeps seeing around that looks so much like Ranpo. ------- This is a 103 game ranpoe au btw so most of the ideas are from the game ----- Ayo another guilty pleasure fanfic for me to write✨✨

❝You're handsome ~ Double suicide together?❞ After Dazai leaves the Port Mafia to join the Armed Detective Agency, he leaves something else behind as well - his sister, Akari Dazai. She chooses to stay. On each of their sides, these two suicidal maniacs both cause glorious chaos.

ranpo x o/c coffee shop au but with a twist may contain BSD light novel 3 spoilers in later chapters when the plot picks up updates (hopefully) everyday partial enemies to lovers this will not follow the storyline of BSD. i do not own the characters of BSD, i only own Sunako Haku, my OC.

This is a bsd x oc story. The oc's will not be shipped with characters in the actual series and if they're togheter with someone it will be another oc. There may be ships you do not like, uncanon reactions and i'll try to make them as close to their characters in the series. I have not read the manga but i know many spoilers and they may come in the story, some of them might not be canon. Some characters may be more involved then others and if you want soemone to be more in the story or a certain ship in just leave a comment and i might get it in. I'll try not to make the abilities to overpowered. I'm also shit at spellimg so if you find any spellings that don't exactly align just comment. There might be some explained gore but i'm not sure.

(Y/N) (L/N) was a wanted murderer and gambler. Despite her happy aura and love for plants, every time she gambled was always chased down with murder, at least that was until they was caught out by Yokohama's greatest detective. I do not own Bungou stray dogs or any of the characters. Please forgive my horrible writing as this is the first fanfic I'm writing atm. Hope you enjoy the ongoing story!

"Moshi Moshi~" "Daijoubu desu?" "hehe~" Dazai Akari is a well known detective just like her brother Dazai Osamu. She not just only serve his brother like he is her master. She was also born with luck and wealth. Unlike her brother she isn't a suicidal maniac but let's fate chooses her death. "Onii-san! Don't go eating poisonous mushrooms again!" *P.s. I don't own any of the BSD characters except for my own.*

Drenched in the unforgiving rain,Poe meets a shelter that protects him from it,and a cute little cat waiting for him at the front of the shelter. ----- I've already released this on Ao3 but I wanna see what happens if I post it on wattpad. And also-spirit au :D

Not all edits are mine, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU MAY LOSE BRAIN CELLS! LIKE A LOT OF THEM. It's obviously cursed.