Study Session

can't run away

author: aeispace

summary:

Leona collects himself and moves on, like always. He tells himself he isn’t running from his feelings, that he’s just being composed. Like always.

Or, where Leona struggles to balance his tendency to run away from his problems with his growing feelings for Idia.

so quick (we're workin both ends)

author: soda_coded

summary: Leona loses another game and wins a different prize. Ruggie always acts like he's losing but Leona thinks he likes playing the victim.

I’m Not Ready for You to Forget Me

author: Yudil

summary:

Jamil has a nightmare that leads to him avoiding Leona, but his avoidance only ends up drawing more attention to himself.

“It’s not normal,” Leona says, and this hurts more than it should. He means the magic afoot — not the time they spent together — but it still stings. “Whatever you’re doin’, you’re gonna stop. Now.” “Why do you think I have anything to do with it?” Jamil bites back. “These so-called unnatural cravings of yours.” “Because” — Leona says this as he touches Jamil’s face, tilting his chin up — “there is no reason why I would ever want you.”

King's Game

author: reinaqueen

summary:

Playing chess was simply fun for Leona. Being a game of strategy and deception, much like cards but without the luck and cheating, it was a much more valuable brain exercise for him than some boring lecture on an old, stuffy classroom. Or at least, that was what he told himself for so long; truth is, he simply liked it. Even playing by himself was fine, really; not only he could work on his strategies, but that time was entirely his, for himself.

And now this obnoxious horned herbivore was invading his personal turf? Wasn’t everything else enough?

Gestures of Affection

author:

MeridianGrimm

summary: Ranpo has no idea why his coworkers think he’s dating Poe.

Interest Check

author: featherx

summary:

“I read your work in the school paper!”

“O-Oh?” Poe fixes his posture a little, and resists the urge to straighten his ribbon. He knew he should’ve tied it a little tighter than he usually does this morning. “Er… W-What did you think?” If there’s anything he takes pride in, it’s his writing; most people are turned off easily by the horror themes he likes to use so much, but on the occasion someone does appreciate them, it gives him a feeling not unlike butterflies in his stomach. If Ranpo, of all people, is the latter…

“I figured out who the murderer was in two paragraphs,” Ranpo says, holding up two fingers, like he really needs to drive the nail in deeper.

—Or, Poe writes a whole musical in an effort to impress Ranpo.

Within The Mirage

authors: DaggerLobo, Ravvi

summary:

Leona and Ruggie have settled into a comfortable life. Elsewhere, Jamil has separated himself from the Al-Asims and has also found stability and comfort.

An ancient, malignant entity watches their happiness with disgust. She is hell-bent on proving that their progress is meaningless, and that they haven't changed.

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Drop the Act

author:

writingfromtheshadows

summary:

If Dazai’s fingers slid any further down Chuuya’s restraint might completely collapse, and he grasped for something to say that could be a valid excuse, “Why would I want you anymore? Your goody two-shoes act puts me off.”

“It’s just an act.”

(or the one where Dazai’s been a Port Mafia spy all along)

Seafood Soup

author: princesscas

summary: The Octatrio compete to seduce Riddle. Riddle, meanwhile, would like to know why these three fish are being so suspiciously nice to him.

God of Sand

author: Veroninya

summary:

“Yeah, that’s me. Leona, King of the Desert and Sands, a God, if you must. You kept calling me so nicely so I figured I’d drop by, pay you a visit, see what’s up with a pretty priestess like you. How could I ever ignore a damsel in distress?”

“First,” Vil retorts, “I am not a damsel in distress. I am in distress, but I am not a damsel. Secondly, I am the Head Priest, do you truly think I wouldn’t be able to recognize my own deity that I pray to daily? You look nothing like the statues.”

“I mean.. you apparently don’t, so that’s that.” He hums, then, nods to himself. “But you’re right. We really need to do something about those statues.”

________ Spoiler, they don't do anything about the statues.