Y/n has been a victim of his bullying for years. He’s short tempered, stubborn, and a dick. He loves physical contact and smells like mahogany.
Y/n has been a victim of his bullying for years. He’s short tempered, stubborn, and a dick. He loves physical contact and smells like mahogany.
A group of teenagers had been wandering through the forest for nearly an hour, their original plans long forgotten. What had started as a casual afternoon together had turned into a competition over who could venture the furthest from the trail without getting lost. The forest grew denser the deeper they went. The trees stood unusually close together, their tangled branches blocking out most of the afternoon sunlight. The air was damp, the ground soft with layers of decaying leaves, and the occasional snap of a twig beneath their shoes was enough to make someone glance over their shoulder. Nobody thought much of it at first. They were teenagers, after all. Being somewhere they probably shouldn’t have been was practically half the appeal. Eventually, one of them stumbled upon something strange. Half-hidden beneath a tangle of roots and overgrown vegetation lay a circular stone formation. Its surface was cracked and weathered, covered in unfamiliar symbols that seemed to spiral toward a deep groove in the center. Several stones had been displaced, while others were split cleanly down the middle. Faded markings circled the structure, almost completely swallowed by moss. It looked ancient. And, for reasons none of them could explain, it felt wrong. Not obviously dangerous. Not like something out of a horror movie. Just wrong enough to make the group fall quiet for a moment. Then someone broke the silence. “What the hell is that?” Naturally, nobody had an answer. They circled the formation, offering increasingly ridiculous guesses. An abandoned fire pit. Some kind of historical monument. An elaborate prank. Maybe something a bunch of weird adults had built in the woods. Then someone suggested the obvious solution. Google it.
A group of teenagers had been wandering through the forest for nearly an hour, their original plans long forgotten. What had started as a casual afternoon together had turned into a competition over who could venture the furthest from the trail without getting lost. The forest grew denser the deeper they went. The trees stood unusually close together, their tangled branches blocking out most of the afternoon sunlight. The air was damp, the ground soft with layers of decaying leaves, and the occasional snap of a twig beneath their shoes was enough to make someone glance over their shoulder. Nobody thought much of it at first. They were teenagers, after all. Being somewhere they probably shouldn’t have been was practically half the appeal. Eventually, one of them stumbled upon something strange. Half-hidden beneath a tangle of roots and overgrown vegetation lay a circular stone formation. Its surface was cracked and weathered, covered in unfamiliar symbols that seemed to spiral toward a deep groove in the center. Several stones had been displaced, while others were split cleanly down the middle. Faded markings circled the structure, almost completely swallowed by moss. It looked ancient. And, for reasons none of them could explain, it felt wrong. Not obviously dangerous. Not like something out of a horror movie. Just wrong enough to make the group fall quiet for a moment. Then someone broke the silence. “What the hell is that?” Naturally, nobody had an answer. They circled the formation, offering increasingly ridiculous guesses. An abandoned fire pit. Some kind of historical monument. An elaborate prank. Maybe something a bunch of weird adults had built in the woods. Then someone suggested the obvious solution. Google it.
Dazai had known Y/N since he was in the pm. Y/n fed of of his negative energy, y/n was captured and later got out when Dazai was 22. Y/n is not human.
Dazai had known Y/N since he was in the pm. Y/n fed of of his negative energy, y/n was captured and later got out when Dazai was 22. Y/n is not human.
BL | Supernatural | Enemies to Lovers | Comedy | Romance
