May 1878; Saitou Hajime reveals to Himura Kenshin and Makimachi Misao he's married to Tokio, praising her as a capable woman. But what makes a woman capable in Saitou's eyes? Let's turn back the clock fifteen years and two months to find out.

The Hamlet. As dark and depraved a destination as possible to find in this twisted nightmare of a world. A place suited for one such as him and It was more than happy to kill the terrors that made their home here. Those who saw his brand scorned him, hated him, were revolted, until a chattering little bird sat down in front of him. Rated M for safety. Slow burn. Beta: TheSilverboar

Sin is a memory, Vegnagun is scrap metal and a new era of peace has swept over Spira. It's not enough for Rikku, who is still waiting for her own story to begin. But what happens when her search brings her on a pilgrimage to the past... literally?

It's been a month since I finished Doki Doki Literature Club. Now I even keep a laptop that never shut down as it is showing Monika's Act Three room. Until one day, she said something new. Something outside of her usual dialogues... This story is complete. Any entries past Secret Poem Number 9 are bonuses and does not guarantee further entries.

After Monika successfully deleted the game a third time, I personally felt that her creator had done an injustice. However, when four fictional characters leap out of my monitor on that fateful night... Well, things change. (Dead fic, re-write in the works)

I'm Jeremy. I live a decent life. Decent job. Decent income. Decent food. And all of that spiraled into shit when my computer fried by a thunder-struck power line. At least that problem got sort of one-upped with the four Dokis coming to my reality. What do you know? [T for language] Go to AO3. Original discontinued.