Adjusting to life as a newly bitched omega has not been easy for Dazai. He's looked everywhere - tried everything - to undo what was done. But he's not out of ideas just yet. (crossposted from ao3)

More often than not, the monsters go unpunished. That's how it's always been in Yokohama. Until now. Detective Sakaguchi has been tasked with the interrogation of Yokohama's most notorious crime boss in connection with a string of brutal homicides, and he's not about to let an opportunity like this go to waste. At least, that's what he told himself before he sat down with the man. Now he's beginning to feel like the justice system he's devoted his life to is nothing more than a house of cards.

Finding out that a lie has pervaded years of your life isn't exactly a great way to end a mission, especially when it results in complete ignorance about your own biology. At twenty years old, Akutagawa had thought he was done learning about himself, but that doesn't seem to be the case at all. As it turns out, he hardly knows a thing. Alternatively, asexual "beta" Akutagawa finds out that he's actually an omega and has to figure out how to deal with his first ever heat (a series of unfortunate events that ends with Aku getting railed within an inch of his life). (crossposted from ao3)

Everything is normal. Dull and grey, but normal; as far as he can recall. Each day passes the same as the last in Ace's windowless casino where the redhead's kept under lock and key. That all changes with the arrival of a Port Mafia executive, one who will be overseeing the casino's operations, opening new doors into the redhead's own undiscovered nature; most notably, a penchant for violence. When Dazai takes particular interest in Ace's number one employee, things begin to dissolve into chaos. This fic is inspired by the BL Blood Bank. (crossposted from ao3)

When Dazai broke his arm falling down the stairs, he didn't think twice about taking the medicine the Port Mafia's doctor prescribed for the pain. After all, he hates pain. They helped for a while. Then he hurt himself again. And again. It was never supposed to be like this. (crossposted from ao3)

When the nuclear apocalypse wipes out civilization, the only remaining life on Earth will be Chuuya and a load of cockroaches; Dazai believes that with every fiber of his being. It started out as haphazard attempts, the kind that are only meant to maim rather than kill, their attempts on each other's lives becoming more lethal over time; until the inevitable finally happens. Deep in denial, Dazai must come to terms with what he's done, or succumb to his impulses as he attempts to unravel his own mind. (crossposted from ao3)

What if Dazai tries to help Chuuya find his humanity only to have it backfire? This fic is set 6 months after Stormbringer (Dazai & Chuuya are approximately 16). (crossposted from ao3)

Atsushi gives Akutagawa all the love and care he deserves. Or, alternatively: I bring you a romantic 6k words of Aku getting railed. (crossposted from ao3)

In which Dazai provokes Chuuya into getting what he wants. (crossposted from ao3)

Spending some years between several different correctional institutions hasn't been particularly kind to Dazai, but he's been patient; biding his time until the right opportunity presents itself. And that opportunity is finally laid out before him. All he needs to do is lure one of the guards into a vulnerable situation and he's golden. Or, inmate Dazai triggers his own heat in order to bond the hot redheaded guard to him. It's two birds with one stone: a good fuck and a get out of jail free card. (crossposted from ao3)