Lost In A Good Book

The Harder They Fall

author:

the_most_happy

summary:

Nakahara Chuuya considered himself a loyal member of the Armed Detective Agency.

He worked hard and fought harder. Despite the monster lurking inside him and the gravity weighing on his shoulders, he had tried his best to find a place in the peaceful, lawful Yokohama — a place in the light.

But Chuuya was keeping secrets.

"Your little gravity manipulator, Fukuzawa-dono. A date with Chuuya; that's my price for the truce."

[Or: Chuuya left the Port Mafia a year after the Verlaine incident. Meanwhile, rumor has it that the Demon Prodigy became boss the day Ougai Mori traded Oda's life for a Skilled Business Permit. Dazai murdered his predecessor in cold blood. Chuuya is nobody's dog, and walks in the light.

They are not partners anymore, right? Right?]

Russian translation by the lovely DazamuOsay here.

This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice

author:

Mysecretfanmoments, Pouler (poulerslashes)

summary: Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He'd hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can't help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?

I Can Tell Today Is A Bad Day

author:

bluemango0406

summary:

When Chuuya leans back, he takes a second to admire the line of a mix of purple and pink painting across Dazai’s neck, “And if you’re going to fixate on the marks on your body,” Chuuya’s eyes flicker to meet Dazai’s, one hand reaching out to tilt Dazai’s head to place a brief peck against his lips, mumbling, “then at least focus on the ones that I give you.”

Or: Dazai is feeling insecure about his body tonight and Chuuya is determined to help Dazai forget about it.

World's Greatest Dad

author:

Seito

summary:

For about 18 hours, 27 minutes, nearly 13 years ago, Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Oogai were married.

It was, to date, the worst decision they had made and so far the decision to divorce was the only decision they both agreed upon.

(Both blamed Natsume and copious amounts of sake for the lapse in judgement.)

As the two men went their separate ways, Mori to take the position of Port Mafia boss and Fukuzawa to open up the Armed Detective Agency, they had hoped that any future interaction would be limited to a strictly professional sense. Total cutoff was not possible, thanks to Natsume, but with clear well defined lines of territory they hoped to see each other as little as possible.

Except there was a custody battle over the kids.

"Stop stealing my subordinates!" Mori hissed into the phone.

On the other side of the line, Fukuzawa scoffed. "Stop traumatizing them and maybe the ones who are actually loyal to you might stay."

The marketable plushie collection is complete.

Individuals below cut:

Of Bunnies & Eels

author: Trappola

summary: Riddle is forced to crossdress as a bunny girl for Bunny Day at Mostro Lounge. Floyd likes it a bit less than he thought he would.

Once Upon a Wet Dream

author: Magicalfish

summary: Silver is suspiciously good at sex, and Sebek starts getting needlessly jealous. Silver lets him know how he gets his skills—with the magic of dreams.

A Siren's Song

author: Trappola

summary:

Azul Ashengrotto has Overblot, though Riddle, Jade, and Floyd are the only ones around to try and stop him. However, Azul's anger regarding his past manifests in a way they never saw coming.

This fic is fucked up. Enter at your own risk lmao. Self-indulgent non-conning of Riddle Rosehearts.

Zoro's Boyfriend, Who Lives In Canada

author: donutsandcoffee

summary:

Everyone knows Zoro has the perfect boyfriend—tall, blonde, and handsome. He cooks Zoro’s bento every day, fights as well as Zoro does, and has the clearest, bluest eyes mankind has ever seen.

Everyone also knows this “boyfriend” doesn’t actually exist.

Egregiously Sinful Tart!

author: brumalbreeze

summary:

“Riddle,” he said, his voice as even and calming as he could make it, “I’ll let go of you if you really don’t want to do it, but,” he squeezed Riddle’s wrist gently, “don’t you at least want to try it out? I’m sure it’ll feel good.” He looked back to Cater, who now had his chin resting in both his hands, looking almost like a perfect angel if not for the deviousness of his smile. “Especially if it’s Cater doing it.”

Riddle didn’t move for a long time and only stared at the floor. Then, so softly Trey and Cater probably wouldn’t have heard it if they weren’t paying so close attention to him, he murmured, “Can we… lock the door?”

(Absolutely No Plot Whatsoever, I can promise you that much. Take a gander at the kinks in the tags, and if you see anything you like, well, come on in. Lol)