author: orphan_account
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Floyd, Riddle, and an impromptu meeting in a supply closet.
Really, Riddle should learn to say no more convincingly if he wants to have any hopes of reining Floyd’s libido in.
(That’s a lie, though, for he wants Floyd as much as the other wants him.)
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"Dazai..." Chuuya's voice comes out too tight and small, unlikely to ever reach Dazai. His hand lifts shakily, in some dazed attempt to stop him. There is panic wild and fast in his chest, the beginnings of hyperventilation, his breaths shallow and quick. Something's wrong, something's wrong— This hurts too much, it's not supposed to be like this— His vision is blurring, and his head is taut and aching with the stress and anxiety and so much anguish that he can barely comprehend it. The last of Dazai's hazy form disappears, far in the distance. _______ Forced into a difficult situation, Dazai has to leave Chuuya behind post-Corruption without his usual thorough check-up. Only, he has no idea just what state Chuuya was in as he was walking away from him that night. Grief is a good teacher on how to value those you love. When he gets Chuuya back, Dazai uses his lessons well.
author: resonata
summary: Floyd couldn't help himself. Goldfish was too precious after all.
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summary: Kalim, having grown up surrounded by riches and luxury, finds himself hopelessly heads over heels for you, someone from another world who has no interest in his fortune.
author: Mookie
summary: His fascination with Goldfishie is not exactly a secret. Jade knows about it. Azul knows about it. Goldfishie himself knows about it. And that’s fine, because playing with Goldfishie is fun.
author: Axorauttie
summary: Riddle informs Floyd he's a bad person, thinking he already knows. Floyd didn't take it so well.
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summary: “I’m dying,” Senkuu said in the same tone he used for minor inconveniences. Or, in other words, Senkuu gets a fun new experiment by way of contracting lethal Hanahaki Disease and somehow Gen’s still the one who suffers.
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summary: “It would be such a shame if someone saw you like this.” Dazai continues speaking. They’re in his office, which overlooks the city, anyone could knock at the door and be greeted with the appearance of Chuuya naked with a pair of handcuffs on and his choker.
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Chuuya’s breath catches, both hands jerking to a stop. In the middle of his screen, the current thumbnail shows a man wearing a pure white dress, tight pleats decorating it. A triangular hole starts thin at the chest and ends wide at his midriff, two large bows at both ends. The material looks thick, but with nothing covering anything above mid-chest and below mid-thigh, it’s both revealing and not revealing enough.
Somehow, it’s not the dress that has Chuuya’s breath picking up. It’s how very lanky the man looks. How almost familiar he is. Chuuya can’t see any higher than the man’s chin, the camera placed so low, but he has a decently sharp jawline, soft at the same time. There’s the very ends of his hair, dark brown, hanging in waves just a bit higher than chin-length. He’s bony but the cut of his shoulders and long legs still manage elegant, especially with the sheer, pastel pink stockings.
Where Dazai is a camboy and Chuuya finds out in the worst (best) way.
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“The hell is this?!” Chuuya exclaimed, almost loud enough to make Dazai have to pull the headphones from his ears. He struggled to suppress his giggles at chuuya’s response, it was exactly what he was hoping for.
Kouyou’s laughter soon filled the space. “Well, well it seems our little Chuuya has quite the secret admirer.” She said between giggles.
Dazai only wished he’d had a video feed too, oh to see Chuuya’s face at what was surely sitting in front of him right now. A bouquet of roses, the brightest red Dazai could find. Stage one of his game, his masterful plan to get all of his favorite reactions out of his tiny slug.
“My, my, Chuuya, it seems you’ve had quite the effect on someone. Is there a note?” Mori asked, also sounding equally as amused.
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After Ranpo's only shot at romance in his entire twenty-six years of living at his cute rival in an investigation competition, imagine his complete and utter embarrassment when the only person who ever caught his heart's attention shows up six years later with an elaborate plan to get revenge? WHY? All I ever wanted was a date, you gorgeous insane man, Ranpo thinks miserably as Poe stares at him with a maniacal smirk behind bangs even thicker than before. Why are you doing this to me? Did I really mess up that bad? Ranpo pretends not to remember him at first. It's the only way to preserve his dignity while he's actually trying not to crumble under the weight of his stupid twenty year old past-self, and usually he'd rather DIE than call himself stupid. But slowly, the embarrassment fades. Because Ranpo realises something that day, something that makes his brain stir with a very unfamiliar emotion that he thinks is called 'longing'. Poe is so much more brilliant than Ranpo could have ever imagined.
alternately, the story of Ranpo Edogawa feeling constantly confused by his clever and adorable new friend.