#haha double homicide...

[yourcryptidwendi]

Dude as a fellow Cecil enjoyer, I would love to hear your Cecil ideas

Yes! Okay so for one I think if Cecil ever let his guard down enough to become enamored with an s/o he would definitely become obsessed with them. This man would do anything and sacrifice anything for earth. So for you to be the exception? Oh he wouldn’t let you go anytime soon. Maybe he found you in the office, a sweet little assistant that always brought him coffee. Do you know how stressful it is preventing homicidal aliens from destroying the earth? Of course he needs the relief! You’re just so sweet he can’t help but spill all of his thoughts to you. It’s likely that you double as his therapist (not that you’re getting paid extra for that, not like you can complain either.) His concern for you would be cute if he didn’t know about things you never mentioned. Like how you got mugged the day before, when did you tell him about that? He offered to take you home one day and now it’s become a routine. He worries about you when you go home. What if something happens? Someone could break in and hurt you! And when you tell him how you live in a dangerous neighborhood? Well it wasn’t like it was intentional but when he drove you home again he took a few detours, you questioned him about it and he said don’t worry but now you’re at his house and he’s insisting that you stay over “it’s safer here, I can protect you.” well he’s still the one writing your paycheck and you do feel safer. Sometimes you can’t help but feel like someone is watching you.

I like to think Cecil would never let his s/o out of his sight, he's seen too much shit and knows that anything can and will happen so he can’t take any chances. He would never admit that though. You would never know it was him giving you that chill down your back. He's always so busy, where would he even find the time? He may act like a asshole sometimes and you may not agree with everything he does but you would be a liar to say he doesn't care for you. In his own twisted little way.

Um I guess this is my first ask?? That's kind of crazy! I really enjoyed that haha :>

#wendimayhavedivulgedabit.. #cecil stedman x reader #invincible #yandere cecil stedman #obsessive love

[teacupsandcyanide]

I WISH I could say I was one of the OG goncharov girlies who watched it in their family living room at nine pm on a Friday night because their dad couldn’t be bothered making them go to bed after watershed hour. I wish I could at least say I was one of the film studies girlies who were forced to watch it for a uni course and saw the face of lesbian god in the most unlikely of places

Not me ! I found out about Goncharov a year or so ago when the shoe post was first circulating. But not even directly. I found out via my flatmate, who saw the shoe post, and like so many others went down a Google rabbithole to work out what the fuck was this Scorsese film they’d never heard of. They told me about it and said they wanted to watch it and I was like “yeah !! Sure!!” Great, right? Still a decent way to find out about Goncharov, yes?

No!! Because my flatmate and I have a long-established habit of watching Bad movies/television. And during the fortnight or so that they were talking about watching Goncharov, they were also talking about The Room. As in The Room, universally panned infamous Bad film 2003 directed by Tommy Wiseau.

Necessary context so people don’t mock me for making up “obviously fake” stories, I have adhd. I forget things. I get things Twisted(TM). I find it hard to keep information in my little brain and sometimes I think I’m listening when people talk to me and then it turns out I was really really not. Numbers in particular fuck me up. So when me and my flatmate were talking about Goncharov 1973, and The Room 2003, and I only knew snatches of information about either of them, like that there was a love triangle, people being held at gunpoint over drugs, a violent tragic ending centred on the death of the protagonist, and a scene where people fuck on some stairs

I - and I STILL argue, UNDERSTANDABLY, in light of all context - thought the two films were one film called The Room, directed by Goncharov, often referred to as Goncharov for ?? some reason (I remember just taking Jack’s lead on that one. I was like what do I know. Jack knows way more about films than me. If the film bros alternate between calling The Room “The Room” and the name of the director I’m not gonna make an idiot of myself asking why). And I hate spoilers regardless of whether the film is good or Bad so I did not bother to watch or Google anything that my flatmate didn’t tell me or I didn’t already know by cultural osmosis. When Jack was like “you ready to watch Goncharov on Saturday” I was like “hell YEAH I am haha let’s DO it”

Can you imagine. ??? Have you seen Goncharov 1973, dear reader? I assume you have. But have you also seen The Room 2003 directed by Tommy Wiseau?? Have you ever sat down in your living room with your flatmate, thinking you’re about to watch a bad silly film called The Room, and saying “ngl I might go on my phone during the stair sex scene”, and had your flatmate reply “yeah I’ve heard people call it kind of psychological horror, with the pseudo-incest allegory and everything” and thought to yourself “damn Goncharov is darker than I thought” BEARING IN MIND THAT YOU THINK GONCHAROV IS THE ROOM 2003 DIR. GONCHAROV

I sat through that bleak, slow pan montage of barren Sicilian orange groves thinking “huh. Maybe it’s like, arty and bad”. I laughed at the double child homicide and Jack gave me a weird look. I got through the warehouse raid and the whiplash cut to Andrey’s silent house with a growing sense of confusion and unease because this seemed less and less like a Bad film and more and more like the kind of thing film bros would die on the cross for. The first scene where they actually call Goncharov by his name is nearly twenty minutes into the film. and it was only then that I’d gathered enough information to say anything, and you know what I fucking said

“This isn’t Goncharov, is it? Like we’re not watching Goncharov”

Obviously this made Jack look at me like I was emotionally deranged and stop the film and we had a conversation that devolved into an argument about how reasonable it is for a person to talk about two films and conflate them into one film, then watch nearly half an hour of one of them without being sure that anything is amiss. To this day I argue that it was wild but not unreasonable of me and that Jack is being ableist by not understanding that I have special boy disorder that makes me confuse obscure Scorsese films with the worst films of all time. Jack believes, in a loud and hurtful fashion, that I’m criminally insane.

And there the matter has rested, but for the moments when I do something particularly manic pixie dream girl and Jack, fuming, is like “this is just like the time you thought goncharov and the room were the same film”

#the worst thing about all of it is that the humour of goncharov was highlighted for me forever #it turns out if you watch something thinking it’s going to be The Room it becomes at least 25% funnier #people are like oh the simmering homoeroticism of the peaches scene #and I cannot unsee the fact that as peach juice dribbles down de niro’s chin the foundation match is atrocious #goncharov #unreality #hmp42

[aubreysheadspace]

Normal Hero x reader (romantic) except the backstory is just:

*Befriends Mari, dates her then she dies*

Hero: Damn, homicide.

*Tries to move on by dating Reader, things are going well but then they also die*

Hero: Damn, double homicide.

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Have fun! You can add anything you want in this :)

HERO WITH A READER THAT ALSO DIES

MY GOD MALLORY i always love your requests they’re either so sad or silly >:) hope you enjoy! <3

after his first love MARI died, HERO wasn’t sure if he’d ever move on to the point where he’d find someone else that he’ll love

he always thought MARI would be his first and last love, no thoughts that she’d die before him

so as the two of you started to date, HERO was a bit hesitant. surely you wouldn’t leave him like MARI did… right?

HERO would probably be a bit more affectionate towards you, either by physical affection or acts of service. no matter what, he always has your attention

as soon as he is sure he’s finally moved on from MARI, the worst case scenario happens. you’re gone.

either from a disease, an injury, or even yourself, it’ll still break HERO once again. he’ll go back to the sad pathetic person he was when MARI died

things were going good.. why did this have to happen to him again? why won’t his life give him the lover he desperately needs?

although with the help of his friend group, especially his younger brother KEL, HERO can bounce back way more earlier than he did last time

of course, the images of your body and words linger around his mind, sometimes MARI’s words too. he tries to block it out and move on, but he can’t. he’ll breakdown once he’s alone, knowing that two of his beloveds are gone for good. should he even try again?

HERO definitely visits both you and MARI’s graves anytime he can, especially if it’s your anniversary or birthday. he’ll always leave a flower that either represents you or you just simply like

arriving just now to the graveyard was HERO yet again, walking closer to your grave with a flower in hand, your favorite flower. in front of your grave, he sits down criss-crossed and starts to speak to you.

"hey [READER], it’s me HERO again… it’s been a while since.." HERO doesn’t finish his sentence, or rather, he doesn’t want to. he clears his throat and continues. "anyway, i just wanna say.. i’m sorry. i should’ve visited your grave when i had the chance, but i got.. way too depressed to even get out of bed."

HERO stifles out a tiny chuckle from a thought in his mind… it wouldn’t weird to pretend he was genuinely having a conversation with you now, right? "i know, i know, you’d definitely scold me about it if you were here! but it’s not that easy everyday, you know?"

after chatting with your grave, eventually HERO had to leave. he placed the flower top of your grave and gave you his charming smile, oh how you deeply missed it. "i’ll be heading off now alright? my mom would scold me if i stay out longer without her knowing, haha! i already visited MARI’s grave."

"…goodbye, [READER]. i’ll love you forever, don’t ever forget that." HERO said with a more depressed tone in his voice and expression on his face. he turns around to leave, but he stops to look back.. then he leaves. he’ll visit you again some day, so why is he crying so hard again..?

"…i’ll love you forever as well, HERO. happy anniversary.."

#aubreysheadspace!~ #aubreys writing!~ #omori x reader #omori hero x reader #omori hero #mallory!~

[jaaankiey]

aaa hello !! i just want to say i adore your fics. i was genuinely so shocked when i saw you like my fic (aadol) and i don't really know where i'm going with this but i just want to thank u for carrying the leafpin community !! ur such a great writer omg ... i am so sorry i am very awkward </3

hey!!! thank you for the comment and AAAA?!?!?! i always get so confused when people reach out and say they like my writing. I'm still like "they're really OOC" but what matters is that people have fun and enjoy reading them haha!!

going off the initials, you're the author who wrote anatomically accurate descriptions of love, I'm assuming? (i hope i got it right otherwise this would be so embarrassing ;0;)

just a heads up to anybody peeking at this, it is a mature-rated work with themes of cannibalism, character death, and implied suicide so please be mindful if that's a trigger.

spoiler warning under the cut as i do want to discuss the work :0

SO assuming that i'm not horrifically wrong about which fic it is, yes. YES. i put something in my bookmark for it along the lines of "cannibalism as an expression of love !!!" and I'm like... WOW! i love that kind of trope! i love how twisted it is like pop off!! words do very little in conveying my excitement over it because i'd be either typing in all caps OR i can't accurately explain how *chef's kiss* this work was.

i really am a sucker for this concept and this one shot was a really good little meal towards it. like there's so much meaning that can be tied to it AND it's all done with minimal dialogue which is a pretty damn feat itself!! UGHH, the concept of loving someone so much that you want to make some shred of them a part of your own being; so primal, so unexplainable, it's a single faucet of the dark path desire and love can lead down right here, RIGHT IN THIS FIC!! this is DOOMED YURI 100 PERCENT.

i read this in horrified shock. y'know that feeling where someone says something really unfunny but the uncomfortable silence sort of makes you laugh a little albeit very nervously and weakly? me with this work. it's a trainwreck in terms of the events that happened and yet i can't look away. I'm compelled to keep watching, keep reading as a silly girl literally eats her lover and then proceeds to kill herself afterward while also ensuring that they died right in the same spot?? if your mate doesn't do this, dump 'em /joking.

i was shocked by the end of it to the point of comedy. i really thought "damn, double homicide" before remembering "wait a minute, this is a cannibalism work stop laughing"

that was a lot of thoughts, i'm sorry. I LOVE THIS WORK! YOU DID GREAT! AADOL is the author's first work so please be kind about it too! hope you keep writing! it's a good hobby to have overall if you're looking to have something to fill your time with. good luck and hope you'll post more!

#jankiey asks #jankiey talking #JVNDANJVDA #I LOVE TALKING ABOUT PEOPLE'S WORKS #YEAYEA LEAFPIN COMMUNITY!!

[mo0dy-succubus]

Story's and ideas

Yall suggestions make me very happy especially since I'm feeling better now. Do yall actually enjoy my work? It's hard to belive I'm not that good compared to some other fanfic writers, I think I just get flattered alot and I'm fooling myself into thinking ppl Like my story's 😭 👍 if I didn't take suggestions I think my story's wouldn't be as good haha

ALSO ITS PRIDE MONTH do if I don't have a date by the end of this month it's homophobic of yall 🙄😒 (joke) bc im tired of being single 😔 imagine being bi and poly but still be single Double homicide

[killowave]

#memes #meme #lol #funny #dank memes #funny memes #savage #haha #spicy #murder #double homicide #come over

[wuanshii]

"Kisaki's Wife!"

( Hanma Shuji x fem!reader )

Highlights: Kisaki Tetta couldn't satisfy the one he wifed. So the captivated woman chose a path to have a secret affair with a certain hot friend of his; Shuji.

Warnings: Adultery content, porn with plot, leg-breaking smut, slight yandere Kisaki, violence, death, a satisfying ending etc. Rated 18+, Proceed with caution!

Word count: 4.5k - 5k

( improved version )

Your best friend Emma, sister-figure Hina, half of your close friends, everyone was taken away from you by your so-called loving husband Kisaki Tetta.

It wasn't your choice to stay with him, but neither did you have any to begin with. Catching the eyes of a wannabe italian mafia as him is something the young you never anticiapted.

His threats and a gun was the sole reason why you were supposed to stay with him as his 'wife'. Or else, not you but somebody else from your family's life will be taken away.

But you don't recall him mentioning anything about Loyalty...

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7:30 PM; Monday

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"Does he fuck you like this? Answer me Y/n, I need answers."

With your back pressed hard against the cold wall, Hanma's dick dug deep inside your cunt, sloppily moving in and out. His long hands were supporting your thighs against his hips as both of your skin slapping against each other's was the only physical sound that echoed through your shared bedroom with Kisaki.

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"N-No!" you stuttered. Honestly, anybody would if Mr. Shuji had his fat and thick dick buried deep inside them.

"No, what babe?"

"No he doesn't---. Fuck me the way.....y-you do!" he smirked at your response. That's exactly what his ears sought to hear.

"Moan my name." he ordered with a whisper.

"S-Shuji....." and you did, as always.

"Louder."

"Shuji!"

"LOUDER!"

"SHUJI!!"

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He's an aggressive man, a little dominant too. And with that, he finally loaded inside of you, a lot actually. But not a problem to be worried about considering how you are on pills for safety measures.

Shuji locked his gaze onto your eyes and slowly tugged the strands of hair falling on your face. He loves you, and to show that, the dominant man roughly entangled his lips against yours and started the tongue foreplay as your hands steadily made their way to caress his soft hair.

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"You in for round four?" in between the atmosphere of intense make out session, he paused and questioned. Men and their fuckin' needs.

"Four? C'mon now, haven't you broken me enough? And guess who's returning home. If he finds out, we--"

"Chill babe. We've been doing this for a year and he doesn't even have a clue HAHA."

"Who knows....." there goes the usual carefree Hanma Shuji you know.

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Like a gentleman he's been towards you, he gently lifted you up on his arms and made sure you to clean the sweats off your body thoroughly after laying you on the bed behind.

"Turn over, I'm down for some snuggles~" aftercare and cuddles would sadly last for only 20 minutes at max. Can't risk no nothing, it's a sad reality you live in.

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"I gotta get going now." and exactly after 20 minutes of getting good chuckles, laying together on the bed skin-to-skin, he finally had to leave.

"Will miss you."

"Aww~ Will meet you soon anyway, don't worry."

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By managing his shirt and pant properly, he bent down to your level on the bed and gently placed his lips on top of yours again as a goodbye kiss. 45 seconds of kisses here and there, he was turned on, again.

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"Ah fuck it, let's go for round 4."

"Control yourself! We are not going in for round 4,"

"But what about my dick?"

"Go home and jerk-off or something. You know how he is, it'll be a double-homicide if he catches us."

"Would love to die together with you~"

"Go!!"

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Kisaki has stuck something really invisible and weird somewhere near the front door that notifies his phone about the footsteps that entered or left the house. Good thing that Hanma was there with that secretive information, or else, one little mistake could've cost each of your lives.

With a pout, he hugged you tight and carefully jumped down from the balcony of your shared room. Kisaki is really careful regarding your freedom, that was the only option available.

And guess a little spy object won't stop Hanma from coming back to his boss's wife again and again.

After 20 more minutes of pin drop silence around the house, the front door finally clicked open as he, Kisaki Tetta stepped inside the house tired. You were no fool either, the room was so clean and perfect to the point with no trace of proofs were left behind.

The man straight up made his way inside the empty bedroom whilst you were in the shower cleaning yourself. He stood a little cautious as you weren't there to welcome him as usual. And with a 'hmm' , he roamed around the whole house looking for you;

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"Y/n, I am home."

No answer.....

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He once again checked the bedroom and heard the waters running inside the bathroom. That was a syringe of relief for him know that you're safe.

knowing that you're inside your prison as you're supposed to.

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"Y/n? Sweetie, are you in there?"

No answer......

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"Y/n."

No answer.......

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He began banging on the door real hard several times with your name on his mouth;

"Are you in there or not!?"

"Yes, I am. I'm showering!" your heart skipped a cold beat after the bangings,

"Come out."

"What?"

"I SAID COME OUT!"

By wrapping the towel around your body real quick, you walked out of the shower with your shaking legs which obviously was the result of rough sex from earlier.

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"Y/n."

"Yes, I know... I really didn't----"

And before you could form a complete sentence, he slapped you, twice.

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"I know you heard me the first time. Forgot about the rules now, did we?"

Your one hand held the right cheek as the other one clutched on the white cotton towel wrapped around your wet body. No, you didn't heard him the first time, he should've known better about your sincerity towards his idiotic possessive rules.

He simply walked out of the room, leaving your half-naked, vulnerable figure alone on the warm floor. He was a complete yandere, narcissit, posessive. That man doesn't love you, he just wants to fill the void in him after Hina's death.

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You aren't on the page to be blamed because this man was so sweet when you first met him. You never anticipated this situation to occur, or more likely to be in, to go through. The history sure is not a merry one, only if you knew everything was planned and connected.

Not even his black card can impress you. That's the height you've reached. Nothing he had, he has, and he will have shall convince you to forgive and love this man.

But, his friend named Hanma Shuji, your 'Mister' was an exception....

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"I'm sorry for slapping you, my love. You forgive me, right?" the dinner time came by, yep time to 'console' you.

"Yes...."

"'Yes' What?"

"Yes, I f-forgive you..." No you don't. But what choice do you have in your plate anyway?

He let out an 'aww' and kissed your forehead before serving you his handmade delicious dinner. Thankfully, it went by peacefully, no shoutings, no scoldings, no arguments. Peace for once.

Bedtime came along pretty late, but you're thankful cause at least it came. His cuddles and embrace, that's the last thing that would give you comfort. With him spooning you from behind, you both silently lied down on the bed for a goodnight sleep.

By shutting your eyes, you imagined Kisaki as Shuji embracing you instead but him speaking, again and again, was a complete annoyance, interruption, distraction, etc....

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"Y/n, we've been married for like 2 years now, how about we do little family planning?"

'Family? Oh hell to the nah!'

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"I am not quite ready for a child." you made up an excuse.

"May I ask why you aren't ready for a family, dear?"

"I-....I don't think I will be a good mom. Not now, let's just talk about it when....I feel like I'm ready."

"I know you will be a good mom. But sure, whenever my wifey's ready."

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With that, he fell asleep sooner but you were wide awake. Shuji's words from the past kept circling around your mind ever since Kisaki brought up the topic of 'family'.

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'Of course, I love you Y/n. When the time is right, I will free you from his clutches, kay? Then we'll go somewhere far, far away and have erm......10 Hanmas maybe?'

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Thoughts of having kids with him were the main trigger for the butterflies in your stomach. The day might not be that far, a woman can dream.

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10:10 AM

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"I'm leaving for work, take care love~" Kisaki planted a sweet kiss on your forehead and bid a temporary goodbye before leaving the house. The moment his Bugatti's sounds stopped echoing through your ears, you immediately turned to your phone and texted your 'Mister.'

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He's busy. Won't be coming. A piece of sad news indeed...

After turning his phone down, he grabbed the random girl by her hair who was sucking him sloppily and pushed her away from his cock now soaked with her spittles.

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"You said you're all good and extra with this but you ain't shit either. I won't pay a single penny for this. Get lost." he sounds 'disappointed'.

"Is that what you're worthy of? Scam? A fuckin millionaire, are you not?" the woman stood her guards up as he instantly took his spare gun out and pointed at the woman kneeling.

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"As I said, you ain't shit. Y/n is the only one and none other."

"Y-......Y/n? Who is she--"

"My wife. Now get lost before I show you what else this selfish millionaire can do."

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The terrified woman gave him one last glare and rushed out of his office. To him, she was just a fraud with an offer. It's been a week and he hasn't got any spare time for himself to meet you. Jerking off to your picture and voice mails isn't enough for him to clear his frustrations. The only cure for his desperation is your touch, your voice, the kisses leave on his skin, you and only you.

Just about the time, he managed his pants up properly, his 'boss' , Kisaki entered inside the office for a talk.

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"Wassup?~"

"About the little business party in 4 days, I was thinking about inviting my wife as well. She has been inside the house for too long."

"Oh. What was her name again?" acting all foolish n shii!

"Y/n."

"Yeah, Y/n. Sure why not~ Let her breath some fresh air once in a while."

"She does if you're wondering. And I have a favor to ask, keep a close eye on her if I disappear even for a second. She isn't dumb, can't let her run around and mess up our marriage."

"Eh, the problematic wife you've got there. Stay assured, I take the responsibility of your little prisoner's safety in my clutches~"

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7:22 PM; Tuesday

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"I can't with you women. It's been half an hour since I got ready, what the heck is taking you so long?" Kisaki yelled at you.

"This dress doesn't look good on me! This either! I don't have anything to wear!" you were unconsciously taking out your anger on random situations you were stuck in. Since the last text, Shuji had neither called you nor texted you back. You stood furious, of course.

Kisaki slapped himself after hearing your tantrums and rummaged through the closet full of expensive dresses he bought for you. And after a thoroughout search, he grabbed quite a revealing cat-mugler and handed it over to you.

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"Wear that. And be quick."

"This is so.......revealing...."

"That's the point."

"Well, I don't prefer walking half-naked out ther-"

"You either wear it or, watch your cousin die." he doesn't like disobedience, you know.

So without another word, you immediately wore it and stepped out of the room while managing the comfortable yet odd dress. It wasn't half bad except, it was too revealing for your liking.

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"Don't even think about trying anything funny, got it?"

"I've been obedient now haven't I? Don't worry, your wife loves you~" A small lie to gain his trust.

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The business party, it wasn't in some silent hotel. It was just a loud and lively club his 'gang' owned. Kisaki really had a high-head there, every man that looked dangerous enough to kill others with a single stare were bowing down to him.

Some random males over the tables beside were drooling over you, staring at you from their p.o.v and imagining quite dangerous, forbidden thoughts. But being by Kisaki's side in that dress really caught you as the center of attention.

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Some were secretly taking pictures of you, a few women were cursing at you; 'bitch' 'slut' 'whore' and all since their so-called man had their eyes all over you.

All these gazes but yours only searched for him; Shuji. With his hands on your waist, Kisaki guided you in the private VIP room.

'Where is he even? Shouldn't he be here?' you pondered, still observing around in hopes of catching a glimpse of him.

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Entering inside the messy and colorful room, as expected, everybody's eyes hooked onto you despite all the hired strippers and pleasure toys beside them.

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"Yo, made me wait too long now didn't ya? And it's been so long, Mrs. Kisaki~ I am Hanma Shuji, your protection." there he is, the tragedy you've been looking for.

'Mrs- what? I'll bite his dick off.'

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"Don't act like a condom now. Y/n, you better stick with him if I somehow disappear just in case, got it?" Kisaki interrupted,

"Oh, I will. And it's nice seeing you again, Hanma-san." funny how Kisaki couldn't notice the deep conversation shared between yours and Hanma through your 'eyes'

Four joint couches, the whole room was smelling expensive. You were seated in between of Kisaki and Hanma, more closer to your beloved actually.

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"Let's get to the point now, kick these strippers out." Sanzu pointed his words out before starting something important.

Wow, a man with pinkish hair. Not to mention the rest of the good-looking guys around you, felt quite illegal to be there honestly.

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"You heard me, come on time to go shoo shoo ." The pink-headed ordered the girls,

And one by one, each one of them left, leaving you as the only female in the room. Sanzu then cunningly fixed his eyes at you with a smirk which instinctively made you clutch on Shuji's coat tightly. His smirk stinked dangerous, you could tell.

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"Want me to tell you in Chinese?" Sanzu yelled.

".........me?" had to make sure.

"Of course you, darling~"

"Mind your words, she isn't any whore or stripper." Kisaki defended

"That cloth around her body says something else tho, oh, or is she your girlfriend?~"

"This is my wife," next, he hugged you in closer and threw a grudge-worthy smile at Sanzu's way. Man loves showing you off.

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After hearing that, Rindou choked on the whiskey he was drinking as everybody in the room looked at him with that look of 'disappointment'.

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'I'm still her main-hoe tho.' ── Shuji

'Wife? Might as well ask how much he paid her for that role tonight cause she definitely isn't a wife of someone like him.' ── Ran

'Damn and here I thought I could hit.' ── Takeomi

'... ..' ── Izana & Rindou

'Maybe I am hallucinating right now cause no way he just called her his wife. Yeah, I'm just hearing things.' ── Sanzu

Their thoughts united.

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"She will stay here, no worries. Also, where's Mikey?"

"What do you mean 'where's Mikey'? We thought you both were together."

"Don't start kiddin now, he's not with me,"

"Well then try calling him, we really don't know." Rindou interrupted those two.

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Several dials and 'The Boss' wasn't picking the call up. Today's meeting was supposedly the most important one, or so they said. Their boss 'Mikey' really is their main criteria and guess who's missing.

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"So it really came down to this..."

"What!?" Sanzu yelled after Kisaki got off from his phone.

"It's him again, that shithead. Called the hotel and seems like he was the one seen with Mikey last time."

"If you don't fuckin' tell me who--"

"Hanagaki!! Ahhh, why is he even alive? I'm checking to the hotel, anybody here mind accompanying me?"

Kisaki glanced at Hanma and began a short code conversation with each other through the 'Blink-Morse' code where one relays their morse message by blinking their eyes.

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'Lock her in the empty individual-VIP room on the end of hallways, that's mine room.'

'Gotchu~'

'Make sure she won't run away from here,'

'You have my back~'

Not exact long words were relayed, a eye-to-eye convo took place hinting those words. At least Shuji got the point.

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Everybody except for Sanzu kept their cool and stayed in their respective places. Thankfully, the men around weren't perverts. Their eyes spoke danger, no lust. So you can assume yourself a little safe around them.

Kisaki wrapped it all up for the moment and left without even saying a word to you. Not like you wanted to hear any either. Shuji got up and stretched for 20 good seconds before looking at you with his eyes filled with something that was needy.

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"Guess we gotta move from the room, Mrs. Kisaki~" he offered.

The men aren't really a bunch of perverts, but they can't avoid 'not' looking at you. But no worries again, your 'protection' is right there, isn't he?

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On the bed where Kisaki used to sleep once in a while when he wouldn't come home, Hanma steadily drilled you, fucking the sense out of your brains with his long and thick length buried deep within your walls.

His movements were dangerous, but the pain won't stop him from reaching the pleasure he desired. He only once shifted himself backward and rammed in you aggressively, making you flinch and loosen your walls due to sharp pain from his sudden motion,

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"You like- this?" He exclaimed with flustered face as his cock was at the edge of your g-spot,

"Cum already, it's been 9 min---utes~" you tried your best to speak, which only caused him to moan and increase his speed.

The atmosphere of sex covering the whole room was pleasing. The moans, the beautiful smell, the faint background music playing around.

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' I mi--ssed ya,' he moaned. Yep, he won't hesitate to. He's not like those other men in bed that won't let out a single moan.

Few more ongoing thrusts and you felt his warm seed painting your inner walls along with his deep groan of satisfaction that echoed through your ears.

You brought him in closer and planted a soft and sweet kiss on his lips. Two individuals in love, making out with each other inside the luxurious room, such a blissful moment, but little did any of you two know, Kisaki was watching , from the small fitting camera on the corner of the room , patiently.

Mikey was alright, he was just having his usual mood swings. And coming back to the door, he heard the cheerful chuckles from his wife that he himself rarely ever hears.

"I see how it is," Kisaki murmured when he had reached the door. He now has a moment to witness his haunting thoughts buried within him. Definitely, he's been suspicious of his wife for too long now. Of course he was acting all dumb and shit on purpose, to gain some little of evidence to prove his doubts.

The more he observed you two together on the bed, the more anger his fist poured. Gritting his teeth like a maniac, Kisaki took 3 long minutes to finally flash a smile on his face. An smile that spoke evil.

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He then turned his phone off, unable to watch you two going for 3rd round; Hanma's swollen red tip caressing your wet clit again--

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"Oh no, Y/n is such a bad girl." Anddd turned to your favorite cousin with that same smile as he raised his gun at his/her forehead.

Your cousin could only jerk tears off and beg for his/her life with the soft cloth wrapped around his/her mouth.

"You see this shit?" Kisaki shoved his phone that played your live porn on his screen right at your cousin's face, "Did you both not grow old together? What a tragedy,"

C/n knew Kisaki won't let him/her go just as that. He/She knows what kind of a man you got entangled with. But despite it all, he/she began begging for a life to live, saying how he/she will convince you to not commit such an act that will displease your husband. 'Y/n will listen to me, I know she will,'

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But...

"Oops, can't hear you, C/n~"

BANG  >>>>>>>>>>> 💥

"Sorry, my fingers kinda slipped."

He walked over c/ns dead body and wore his gloves properly as he swiftly made his way outside the club.

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The man holding the gun was cruel. He stepped through the boundary of his patience, and now we all can assume that he cannot be stopped.

He gave his gun a single kiss and managed it on his belt behind before whispering,

"Now, next are her parents." 

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"Baby, I really think we should get...going," By holding each side of his cheek, you exclaimed,

"He hasn't called me yet, why're you worried?" and Shuji replied while gazing down at his goddess.

"I've got a bad feeling.....we're still in the club y'kno...."

"If that's why my baby wishes, Shuji shall fulfill it~ But don't sweat it, you're worrying for nothing."  He caressed his nose against yours with a chuckle and got up. Each of you gathered your own clothes and got dressed, ready to leave. Whilst Shuji cleaned every corner around of the room, you caught his attention;

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"You sure you can walk?"

"I'll try," they were trembling a little, he's quite a person. Look at you, made you weaker than ever on 3rd round. No matter how many steps you tried to take, your legs would lump down, making you fall down on your knees time and again.

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"Oh nah, you can't do that." Shuji hummed, looking down at you thinking with his hand on his chin,

"Do I look like I have a choice??"

"Well, hmm....Oh, yep. You do have a choice, we'll have to break your legs~" He offered.

"Erm....was that a joke?"

"No hun~" he came over to you and helped you up, "I'm being serious."

"Why!?"

"To fool him of course, you won't be able to walk until tomorrow anyway. Let's get you some rest, I know you'll be fine~"

"Shuji, you're being ridiculous-"

"Trust me, I'll make it less painful~" okay. It's not like he's gonna make it less painful, but maybe that was the only choice in your pocket.

Won't gonna have to do those house chores too if your leg is broken either, the only relief. Shuji carefully held you up in his arms and gently placed you down behind the managed bed again,

He then attached your hips to his torso and ran his slender fingers down your thighs with a smirk on his face. No, he was planning something else, something fishy,

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"Okayyy, you trying for the 6th round now?" You interrupted in between as he was tugging your panties down,

"Noup, not a 6th, just making space for the pain to convert itself into pleasure," he sounded serious. It better not be what you're thinking of. . .

"Shuji, how wil-"

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Before you could finish, the man bent your left leg sideway in a swift, making you wince and scream due to sudden rush of pain your leg suffered. Man, that was unexpected, and mostly, it HURT. Hurt so damn worse that you couldn't control the tears rolling down your cheeks.

Just about time you were about to curse at him, he immediately shut you up with his hand rushing over to cover your mouth. Your man knows how harsh, and loud you can be.

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"It's okay babe, it's okay~" your left knee swelled so bad, not just the swelling, you began sufficating from the pain. But he was there, caressing your bare skin to comfort you by adding stuff like, 'You'll be fine baby' 'It's just a bone or two, you'll be just fine'.

He assured you, asked you to breath as his hand left your mouth and you did. Took your precious time to take all the air and pray for yourself. Whilst your eyes were calmly shut, you felt his length enter in you steadily.

"The pain's gonna go away real quick, stay steady k?" he whispered and began moving in-and-out, in and out sloppily. The pleasure didn't took long enough to directly hit your whole body.

Yes, he was breaking your legs while fucking you.

As he rocked his hips back and forth, filling the wholse room with the sound of two skins slapping against each other at a slow yet quick pace, a faint *crack* sound echoed through both of your ears; and it was just him breaking your right leg.

' He's a Demon. '  you thought,

Yet, he was smiling. You on the other hand were in between of mixed emotions, his hand caressing your thighs, eyes filled with tears, the body receiving both pain & pleasure at the same time.

' He's my Demon.' second thoughts as you gazed at his yellow orbs ,

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"How ya feelin`?" he bent to your level, and smooched your face while still rocking himself inside and out. You couldn't even form a word properly, all that left your lip was the moans you couldn't control.

And he liked that. Made him feel good for no reason, perhaps he just liked the fact that his dick and hand worked magic right there.

The swollen muscles of your ankles, they were right on point and sort of dark blue in vision as he planted a kiss on top of it before reaching his climax together with you. It was a relief, you were numb, too weak to feel anything as Shuji dragged his dick out of you and laid beside.

"Hah! That was fun," yeah, fun my ass. you thought as the silence took over and the only thing audible in the room was the running AC covering the smell of sex from the room.

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Until, Shuji's phone vibrated,

He moved forward and grabbed it from the table with an expression of annoyance.

And guess it was Kisaki,

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"Elloo~"

"Where are you?"

"Protecting your wifey from the other evil eyes on the VIP room~"

"Oh."

"Wassup?"

"I just arrived at the club, meet me. Along with Y/n."

Shuji muttered 'Shit' under his breath and took 3 whole seconds to gain himself back to answer him,

"Sure, boss."

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In a hurry, he managed his whole shirt and belt on his pants and zeopardly cleaned the room. Next, he fixed your tugged off panties on your hips and placed a kiss on top of your pussy before carrying you in a bridal style, you were just as confused there.

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"He's already back, time to go, princess~"

"We've been here for 1 and half hours, of course he would've been bac-"

"I've got a bad feeling......." He tensed. The tone of Kisaki was different, he noticed that. And he was quite frightened as well but thinking it of as some random knockout feelings, he excused himself out of the door while carrying you.

But just as he stepped out, carrying you in his arms, both of your heart stopped beating for a sec right there.

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As Shuji was holding you, Kisaki was standing right there, holding two chopped-off heads of your parents in his arms with a gentle smile.

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"  N-No...." you muttered, recognizing them under the heavy mixed club night.

"Hello there, wifey~" Kisaki exclaimed,

You wanted to slide down from Shuji's arms but you couldn't, more like Shuji didn't let you. He was slowly taking a few steps back with you up in his arms, ready to run away from the madman in front.

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"Oh no, what happened to your pretty legs? Did Hanma break it while fucking you?"

Before he could run with you, Kisaki pointed the gun at both of your way.

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"Don't even try~"

"Y/n, shoot him, shoot him with the damn glock attached on the back of my belt!!" Tensed up Hanma whispered to you as you bent a little and checked wherever it was.

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You found it, small in size it was but before you could even grab the gun, Kisaki shot the right thigh of Shuji which immediately made him fall down weak. Next was yours, how man pain shall your leg suffer? First broken knees, now a bullet on the right side?

Not just you but Shuji as well screamed in pain but the loud music of the club covered it up. Nobody would hear a single thing.

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"Kisaki!!! Hear me out, it's not--" ─Hanma

"Oops, a corpse is talking."

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And with that, the next thing you saw was a bullet piercing right through Shuji's skull. Blood ran down from the spot where he was shot as the bullet laid still within his forehead.

Hanma Shuji, your lover, he was murdered by Kisaki Tetta, the merciless man that claims himself as your husband.

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The last thing Shuji muttered was your name, your name was the only thing that left his mouth before dying ,

You tried to shake him awake but it was useless, your whole body was trembling in fear. Just about some moment ago, you both were happy in each other's arms. This is the situation you last anticipated to find yourself in.

Your legs weren't functioning at all, and it hurts a lot too, yet you managed to place himself on your lap and started caressing his cold cheeks with your tears dropping down on his bloody face,

"Shu-- shu, no, shu, tell me t-this is a joke. Shu, wake--"

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His fingers were slightly moving, but there wasn't much hope left either way. Kisaki's men came and took his dead body away, granting you the last time you saw your beloved,

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"Oh god, whore." Kisaki muttered,

- as he dragged you away from there by pulling you by the roots of your hair, you teared up at the sight of your beloved's dead body lying on the cold floor alongside the carelessly beheaded heads of your parents.

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Tortures and Abuse ,

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That's what you received on a daily basis. It was a routine now, for both you and Kisaki.

He'd refuse to kill you, he simply just enjoys hearing your screams. You longed for his presence, his voice, his touch but Shuji's body was thrown away in the middle of the ocean, he would never come back.

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Kisaki never showed mercy, he'd beat both you and your son together. He was disgusted with you to the point where he doesn't even like the mere idea of the mother of his child being you. But it ain't like you ever wanna bear his child either.

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"Mama, why does papa always hurt us?"

Ryuji snuggled closer to you. Your 3 years old son, h/c with yellow orbs and face being the spitting image of his father; he's the product of your affair with Shuji. When he came to your life, you were blessed with at least one good thing.

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Thankfully Kisaki let him live just because you were being an 'obedient dog throughout your whole pregnancy and these past few years. But nobody knows when he's gonna snap and hurt both of you together, like always.

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"I don't think papa loves us, mama..." he cried in your arms as Kisaki had locked both of you in a cold chilly room just because you didn't clean the dust off the table properly. It was just an excuse of his, he just wanted to add more sufferings.

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"Mama?" Ryuji called you out zoning in the middle.

"Ryuji,  he isn't your father." with a stern tone, you replied with a broken smile and caressed his head.

Ryuji was your everything, also the last gift left by Shuji.

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" I know. Where is he, my real papa?"

".......H-He was...killed by this pig. 5 years ago, before you were even born, Kisaki Tetta is the man that killed your father."

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That was the information a 4 years old could hardly grasp and go through but you didn't care. At this point, your hope had all died. But he smiled instead of being terrified.

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" What was my papa's name, mama?"

With an expression so broke, you glanced down at your son and gave him a warm smile before replying. He chuckled, despite being in such a situation, he chuckled and hugged you tighter with a smile that hinted 'hope', hopes of meeting his real dad and living a good life with his Mom.

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"Shuji, Hanma Shuji." you smiled, and he acted like he was thinking.

"....mmm....so that will make me...Hanma Ryuji!" 

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You had to protect that smile of your son, your ray of sunshine. Shuji would've pampered him so much, given him the love and care of a father he deserves.

This, this whole abuse is something your son will never be freed from. Kisaki will definitely ruin Ryuji's future one way around, and you won't always be there for him. Nobody can predict whatever's gonna happen. But one thing you know for sure is that...you both are forever trapped in Kisaki's clutches.

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By gently placing your son down, you got up and poured every strength you had to shatter the small window's glasses.

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"What are you doing, mama?"  He innocently questioned, a little terrified too as his mama stood by the window holding a piece.

"Do you want to meet....your papa?"

"I..... Yess, I don't want to stay with this guy. I want to meet my Papa!" only if he knew...

"I see."

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With a soft smile, you went back and embraced him a little closer and placed the sharp piece near the side of his stomach without his knowledge. His sweet smile faded soon, leaving his eyes widened as you caressed his cheeks whilst planting kisses of despair in his forehead.

No shit, the next thing you did was pierce the sharp object through his abdomen while hugging him tightly. Ryuji clutched his fists onto your shirt with wide eyes as it was so sudden, a child would never expect that. But neither did he scream, nor did he cry,

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'Mama...my stomach on the side.....it's paining....it hurts. Mama---....why?' he silently cried, touching your hand holding the piece with his soft ones.

'I'm sorry my baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry....Mama's sorry, she's really sorry--'

ㅤ── was all you repeatedly muttered while crying and holding him close to your chest. Ryuji simply uttered 'Mama-' before taking his last breath,

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"Mama will....join you soon."

Just like his father, Ryuji too laid dead on your lap. It's as if history reapeated itself, but in a different font.

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By building in enough courage, you took the glass piece out of your child and placed it on your neck, to slit your throat. You were terrified, hands trembled a lot too, but you had to do it.

To end it right there, all the sufferings, all the abuse, you have to free yourself.

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In one last go, you slid the broken piece across your neck and lost your consciousness forever by still holding Ryuji's dead body on your lap.

The pain will be gone, all the suffering will end right there.

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You are finally free.

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"Mama look!! My Papa looks exactly like me!"  In between the void place where colorless cloud surrounded you, your son cheerfully came running to you.

'Is this a...dream?' you thought, looking around the never been place.

"Noup, not a dream, honey."  And when you glanced back, you found Shuji smiling at you, holding excited Ryuji on his arms.

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How many years had it been since you last saw that pretty face? Heard that soothing voice? Felt his warmth and touch? You lost count of it long ago....

But there he was, wiping the tears off your eyes while holding his son closer to him,

Without hesitation, you brought him in for a tight hug and cried so loud that even God himself felt the pain in your voice.

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"I watched, I suffered alongside you two and I waited, for too long. I'm proud of you, Y/n." With a soft smile, he exclaimed.

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"Come on, my baby's such a crybaby~"

Ryuji too began tearing up for dramatic purposes since he saw his Mom crying like a baby in his Dad's arms.

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"Come on my two babies, don't cry now, get up."

He helped his sweet little crybabies up and patted each of your back. Maybe it was a dream, or it wasn't, nobody knows.

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"I missed you a lot , Y/n." He whispered, tears almost falling from his eyes as he brought both of you nearer and embraced you tightly.

One thing for sure is, the man standing in front of you was your Shuji, not a fake one, not a doppelganger, he was your beloved Hanma Shuji that was taken away from you 5 years ago.

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" I missed you too, a lot, Shuji." You too replied with a warm smile, hugging him closer than ever. He stood up, holding your hand and wiped his tears with a smile,

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"C'mon, let's go. We've still got 9 more Hanmas to make~

The End.

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[makiema]

finally finished writing about how much stormbringer enhances the skk dynamic which was at a nascent stage in Fifteen and anticipates the developments which happen later and culminate in Dead Apple where the faith they have in each other is absolutely remarkable! the fact that i said i’d do this in a few hours yesterday but it took me like 24 hrs to finish i have an attention span of a whole 2 minutes 💀

my favorite thing about stormbringer is that it actually builds up on the concepts/themes introduced in Fifteen so it's a glimpse into what has changed in dazai and dazai & dhuuya after one year of being together. As much as it's about chuuya confronting his past and his identity this is also about dazai’s development from who he was in fifteen. chuuya and rimbaud both left their marks on dazai and in Stormbringer we see him, actually trying to emulate or follow in a sense a way of life, that chuuya and rimbaud represented. Stormbringer is not just about chuuya, abt his test of humanity, or he coming in terms with who or what he is. it's about dazai too. it's about dazai developing or at least attempting to develop what he calls “boyish”/ “ordinary” in Fifteen. its not about chuya having an identity crisis. in fact what we understand from Code 04's last section is that chuuya never considered it as his crisis and neither did dazai. so to dazai “saving chuuya is important, human or not doesn't matter” and when dazai gives chuuya time to think abt what the operation will cost him chuuya doesnt so much as flinch form his purpose. This goes on to show unlike verlaine he doesnt care about memory and certainly doesnt consider it as the only determinant of someone being human. He cares more abt yokohama and his friends and in that, in caring abt his “family”, he is just as human as the next person. whether he’s factually human or not comes secondary to his desire to save people. This is a message that the quality of being human has more to do with embodying human qualities or humanity than having memories and lineage. so yeah stormbringer is essentially about embracing humanity but this happens on 2 levels: both chuuya and dazai embrace humanity. Going back to the boyish or ordinary bit, im talking abt this segment:

here dazai is shocked because he assumed everyone “gangsta” and everyone crazy powerful delighted in homicide, in deliberately indulging in the macabre. but he is proved wrong. He logically concluded that anyone with power more than average and belonging to the underground would kill people and delight in that because it’s a given they lack any kind of moral understanding. To that end, they’d be exalted at the prospect of relentlessly shooting a dead body, mutilating it and dishonoring it. The mafia code (any general mafia code) works in a way where honor and death goes hand in hand. So only the lowest of the low would do that to a dying person, who even when faced with certain death is loyal to his own organisation. This really shows that even within the mafia dazai is the only person whos like the devil incarnate. So yeah dazai at this sate far lower than even a mafia member. But chuuya who actually embodiess the mafia code and is incredibly loyal to his organisation and “family” [ putting family in quotes bc he himself calls his friends family 🥺] ofc kicks the gun away. From dazai’s pov chuuya being as insanely powerful as he is should also do the same. But chuuya comes along and suggests that even enemies should be shown respect where it’s due. And that is what an ordinary person, oblivious to mafia life (mafia life as in waht dazai makes of it) thinks. So in undermining the binary between “ordinary” and “mafia” chuuya proves that being mafia doesnt necessarily mean selling your soul to the devil and giving up the last smidge of humanity. In fact by embodying qualities like compassion and kindness and mutual respect, you can make the mafia a better place for yourself and for the other members. Now in Stormbringer, we see how this affected dazai. here dazai is introduced as someone mercilessly killing to set up the channel. 

Now to expand the channel one would need to keep doing it right? To mercilessly kill ppl and stuff but instead what he does is hand the channel over to chuuya bc he knows chuuya wouldnt handle it like him. im not suggesting that dazai miraculously becomes v good or anything with dazai the key words is “try” or “to some extent” like in Fifteen when Chuuya asks “do u wanna live” he’s like “ not to that extent”. similarly its not to say he doesnt kill people anymore. it is that he tries to lessen the number of casualties by handing over one of the most troublesome channels to chuuya who would manage it in a much more humane way. That dazai draws from his friends/at least tries to is smth we’ll see again later on when he deals with akutagawa. He talks about odasaku and ofc its baffling to him that a mafia member as powerful as him would be taking acre of orphans. and dazai says but he cant afford to be that kind and proceeds to shoot akutagswa but again does so in a calculated way such that he doesnt end up killing him ( im NOT justifying dazai’s abuse not at all im just saying that its hard to believe he coincidentally knew the exact no of bullets that aku could block. and had odasaku’s words and his way of life not been in the back of his mind he could’ve ended up killing aku) coming back to chuuya and dazai we also see him avoiding further conversation on the jewelry channel thing as he says “leave that for now”. He does a similar thing again when mori brings up the concept of double suiciding with chuuya.

 Its a HUGE thing for him to digest that him suiciding would inevitably spell the doom for chuuya. this puts an unimaginable responsibility on him. And he avoids further discussion on this. Now we know dazai is the rambly type. Even in the most dire moments he goe son with his LOONG monologues so really he is the last person who’d avoid a conversation but he deliberately does it in these 2 instances because its hard for him to grasp these things. That he can go against his nature and do a conscientious thing by handing over one of the most grisly channels to chuuya (i dont think dazai’s nature is evil. Or even if it is, its a a social construct keeping in mind the war ravaged times or its mori’s construct because he does exploit dazai to the hilt. but dazai ofc thinks of himself as non-human, devious. perfectly devilish...etc.) And also the fact that someone as suicidal as him is actually responsible for the life of someone else is really too much to take in. a whole 10 seconds pause indicates just how much he was thrown off when mori opened his eyes to the reality of things: if he dies, chuuya inexorably dies as a consequence. also i dont think the “wow” here or the next bit :

is something jokey. if it was like haha double suicide with chuuya is the worst haha wanna do it w pretty lady kind of a deal. that pause would have been unnecessary. dazai’s immediate reaction would’ve been whining and shit. the use of “froze” too implies the gravity of the situation. so ofc what is “wow” is how much meaning his life has for someone else. and for some so much....better than him. and what is unacceptable is this sad, sad truth that his life (to which he ascribes no value) would be so inextricably linked with someone else’s and hold so much meaning to them. it is like when a suicidal person at the brink of suicide understanding his life is not his own. his life and death holds consequences for ppl surrounding him. so both of these are huge things to grasp and at both these times dazai is visibly shaken up so much so that he doesnt want to do his favorite thing- ramble in a condescending tone. smth he does in so many instances. this really is a testimony to the fact that things are changing in him. the redemption process has begun. he’s no longer the kind of maniac he was before he encountered chuuya. when zuko underwent his transition in atla he was so shaken up after one (1) right decision he had a fever. i think this is true for anyone who’s trying to change. change is after all a huge thing for everyone. ofc he’ll be unsettled. so anyways this is proof that he has indeed come a long way from being someone who revelled at the prospect of meaningless bloodshed.

now coming to the concept of love he assumes he’d get sick of love and die:

and that death is the singular goal worth chasing after because it makes you feel more alive/get a fuller picture of what living entails. but here he is erring by supposing love is something that’ll bore him/have no meaning. and it cant provide him that “something” he’s looking for. at this point he hasn’t loved so he doesnt know whether he’ll be sick of it or if it'll have no impact. And yet he’s morose and regretful. this is a kind of self-imposed constraint hes putting on himself. he cancels out the v idea of love because hes convinced it isnt worth it. he hasnt even been in love okay scratch being in love that sounds romantic and i really dont mean love in a romantic sense here...its just love. in general. any form is cool. anyway so dazai is not familiar with any kind of love. He is entirely alien to the concept. he doesnt even know what a friend/partner is so he doesnt know what love is. this is cleared out here when rimbaud confesses he did everything for paul and dazai is unconvinced:

chuuya ofc admonishes him and shuts him up for good, he says dazai has no right lookind down upon smth he doesnt understand. he doesnt understand friendship, love. or loyalty. or how important those feelings are at this point. now this situation is turned on its head in stormbringer. but before we go into that let’s look at the message rimbaud had for both of them. ik he specifically asks for chuuya to “live” but there’s purpose behind including both of them in the frame. it’s a message they should both take to heart. and at the end of it its implied both are changed after hearing it:

and in this message the first bit is for chuuya. what he says is basically memory doesn’t make u human... ”you are you” just a frame or not doesnt matter. and even if hes just a frame, he is still beautiful. beauty actually is a v important concept in literature starting right from Plato to Shakespeare. i’d not bring this here but because bsd is so deeply rooted in literature i feel like the reference to beauty, and later on to soul and even warmth and also the universal tone of this message carries some meaning. so the thing is  both Plato and Shakespeare were endorsed the idea of love as a force awakened in the world by beauty which then leads the soul to perfection. so humans and by extension, all life are beautiful frames that can inspire love. this concept is also there in Romantic poetry like Keats and Wordsworth all of them talked about loving beauty in nature and how that can elevate the body mind and soul. so essentially in telling this to chuuya what ehe basically means is that chuuya just by being him, by being a beautiful framework can inspire love and warmth in others and thats a great purpose! how much chuuya understands of this purpose with his one (1) braincell and his low self esteem is questionable but he gets some sense of belonging. now this is a two way relationship so ofc dazai has to be factored in. he comes in the next part: 

these are from 2 different translation so the disparity im sorry ;-; but anyway,  this last part abt the world being a cold place. then paul. then “warmth” is a message to dazai who’s been introduced to us as cold-hearted and having like no bearings of a human being. this is the reason why its important for both o f them to be there. now going back to chuuya being a beautiful framework, the framework can be beautiful in so far as its beauty is appreciate by someone and inspires warmth and love in someone. this again is the whole beauty/beholder nature/the romantic concept that is there in shakespeare and in Romantic poetry where both are a part of a codependent relationship. so what rimbaud implies here is that dazai can have that kind of a relationship with another person (chuuya) just like rimbaud had with paul which makes him warm and the world doesnt feel cold anymore. rimbaud has no regrets about what he did because. so the idea is that dazai and chuuya can share the same dynamic. also after this, the narrative says that their hearts are now changed and wont return to what they were before....and even their souls are refined in a way. but in Fifteen we dont have a concrete proof of how this happened bc the novel ends at this point. Instead, Stormbringer shows exactly how deep the impact of those words is: 

this is the third instance of dazai showing hesitation and once again this has to do with chuuya. the seed of the dynamic that rimbaud was talking about  is already germinating in him. his reactions, his fidgeting, his hesitancy, in response to chuuya’s situation is such a big contrast to his cocksure self when he’s conversing with adam and verlaine. after this of course we have: 

not only does he clearly express his concern but he gives chuuya 2 whole mins to make a decision and based on that he’s prepared to overturn the operation. the success rate of an alternative plan will ofc be lesser than the og one but that doesnt faze dazai. he’s ready to turn the tide for chuuya’s sake and if this is not development idk what is. just a year ago, he was someone to whom the concept of rimbaud going thru all that trouble for his friend was a lost concept. ironically enough, now he finds himself doing something that is along the same lines. he puts chuuya above his mission. to him, chuuya is more important than getting a satisfactory result. another bit that i wanna talk abt is that one controversial section where dazai says he’ll save chuuya, human or not, and then the justification is: 

i think a lot of people got mad bc of this and honestly at first glance i was peeved too. as a chuuya stan some of the shit dazai has done so far did rub me the wrong way. i love skk obv but still those were moments that kind of left a bad taste in the mouth. i’ll discuss them later on bc stormbringer helps allay that feeling. coming back to the “i wanna see chuuya suffer” part firstly context is important. ofc someone like dazai cant be expected to be upfront about his feelings with ppl (or AI) he barely knows. so what be relays to adam, is only partly true and its actually a kind of a twist in concept. the things is, and this is  smth dazai knows all too well is that ppl suffer simply on account of being human. human suffering is brought on because humans, by virtue of being humans, feel. so when he says he’s willing to acknowledge chuuya as human despite what N and Verlaine said he’s already admitting that chuuya suffers. so there is really nothing “new” to see for him. he knows chuuya suffers already and he does too because they’re both humans trying to make it thru their messed up lives. also chuuya “ceasing to be human” is a p huge concern for him bc he himself is like that. just like with the suicide thing, it bothers dazai when someone else shares his situation/his fate like as long as his life is his own, he has no problem ending it whenever but the situation is complicated when someone else’s life span is determined by that decision. and similarly, as long as he is “no longer human” its not that much of an issue because he’s like resigned to a doomed fate but someone like chuuya ceasing to be human or worse yet never getting to know if hes human or not are pressing matters. so anyways what he actually means here is that in saving chuuya, he saves someone who suffers just like he does and in their case, even the cause of suffering boils down to a shared psychological conflict: what essentially constitutes being human and if im human or not. now this sharing of pain and suffering is the foundation of forming a connection with someone, which makes life a little better. here again, what rimaud imparted to dazai and chuuya is driven home. also dazai’s key anxiety is not finding meaning/anything. this “anything” can be assumed to be something that justifies life. so all his anxiety and frustration stems from the fact that there really is no discernible meaning to be found in the mechanism of life. so it is an empty pursuit because it is true that nothing can explain why feelings of pain and suffering are exponentially heavier than feelings of happiness or why after getting to experience one (1) free day we’re back to square one where life is grueling. these are questions that really dont have an answer so every time dazai like gazes into the abyss and says he didnt  find anything, he is not so much asking if he’ll ever find anything as swallowing the hard truth that there is nothing to be found, no singular entity exists that can magically justify everything. again drawing upon literature or philosophy more specifically, there’s a concept called Absurdism which says the only philosophical truth so to say is this that life is absurd and looking for meaning is futile. instead what we can do is accept that it is absurd and deal with it in the best way possible, by finding little sources and moments of happiness, and strewing them together so we feel somewhat content. even if it is just for a fleeting second. and this happiness/contentment amidst a wretched life (altho temporal) can be found in friendship, in sharing, and even in having fun with people you’re comfortable with! this is actually why dazai wants to save chuuya and now it may seem like im interpreting his words through the shipping lens but thats not so and it can be corroborated by looking into dazai’s words to odasaku. after chuuya, dazai’s next attempt at friendship was odasaku who he found “interesting”. now when odasaku sort of like threw hands and chose death over having to live a life without the orphans, dazai tried to stop him not by saying stuff like life is good. and things will def change for the better. but instead he admits that living is hard and the sense of void is ubiquitous and yet he doesnt want him to  up and die because then he would be sad. because the little comfort that he got from odasaku and something he probably assumed odasaku also got from him would be gone. [how much odasaku considered dazai a source of comfort remains unclear. in fact the reason odasaku gave up and died was because he did not have this. this feeling of sharing in someone else’s suffering and seeking comfort in friends in the real world. instead he was too vested in his ideal world. his over reliance on an entirely idealistic concept is actually what pushed him over the edge. and this would have been the case for dazai too had he not encountered and sought comfort and companionship in chuuya and eventually in odasaku ] so this again goes on to show how rimbaud’s words changed dazai’s heart. and in a way dazai really has been doing this unconsciously form the v beginning like by teasing chuuya continually in Fifteen. you dont expect someone as cold as him to indulge in friendly bickering and taunting so often but he does. that there is significance and even happiness in that is something he learns over time, after rimbaud’s words to him. although these things seem futile on the surface they give a moment’s respite. so although chuuya spinning dazai on a rope in stormbringer might seem weird to everyone, they still serve a purpose:  

what shirase puts forward is particularly relevant here because neither dazai nor chuuya is fully aware of the extent of their feelings (or even what those feelings are like they dont know what label to put. so typical oblivious lovers) for each other or what they stand to gain just by driving each other nuts but there is something intangible but satisfying to be felt. a kind of contentment that helps him continue. one day at a time. there is no one great “thing” that can make him like wake up one day feeling like he doesnt want to die ever again. but again like i said before, the key word for dazai is “extent” so, these little things to some extent contribute to a sense of fulfilment which helps him keep death at bay. thats why he’s bent on saving chuuya bc he knows they can share in their suffering and make life better for each other. its not like he wants chuuya to suffer. chuuya will suffer nonetheless like every other human. but in suffering together there is something to be found so he doesnt want him to cease being human. 

this covers more or less the intertextuality between Stormbringer and Fifteen. i just wanna talk a bit more about a couple other moments in Stormbringer that i feel are p important because they put some things in the series in perspective and also made the dead apple moment 10x more emotional 🥺 one thing that really strikes me is the absolute fanon level of comfort that dazai and chuuya share in Strombringer. its like scenes form k-drama lol. 

so yeah this stuff. compare this with dazai’s reaction @atsushi when he drops im not saying that its not just a joke and that what im saying should be the right way to look at this contrast. its not like that at all. but what this does is give an estimate to the readers just how close and comfortable dazai feels when its chuuya. and this plus everything i rambling on abt for so long also gives us an estimate about the sincerity of dazais feelings. now 2 things always bothered me : the fact that dazai actually left chuuya and the fact that after the fight against lovecraft he actualy deserted him (this again can ofc be construed as just a humorous bit but still it did leave a bad taste in my mouth) dazai leaving the mafia is ofc something he had to do to fulfil oda’s dying wish but it still dint sit right with me that he would abandon chuuya. just like oda levaing is harder on dazai, dazai leaving is harder on chuuya. its always harder on the one left behind. so anyway, these sorts of things sometimes made me doubt dazai’s feelings but now that stormbringer clears it all up i do think there is a larger motif at work here. when mori offers dazai to come back to the mafia in s2 we see him saying that it was mori who kicked him out and that he did so because he was afraid dazai would usurp his position. so he set it up in a way that dazai would be forced to leave but on his own accord. now more than usurpation i believe what mori really did fear is that dazai had no allegiance to the mafia (which is actually true) bc he doesnt have that sense of loyalty and that to him his friends were more important than swearing allegiance to mori. (which again is true). so by getting oda killed, the message that mori seemed to be giving out was if dazai didnt leave he would do it again. and if we consider ango’s betrayal which had already transpired at that point, the one mori would next target to sort of get at dazai would inevitably be chuuya. this is only conjecture but still, i do believe this might as well be true because then it would explain why dazai didnt carry chuuya back to the base after their fight [something he was v comfortable doing in Stormbringer. in fact in the first case he carries chuuya back to the billiards bar and not to the mafia’s base so he could hear albatross’ last words 🥺] its because mori needs to know unlike dazai, chuuya is absolutely loyal to him which regrettably he is. it kinda becomes imperative therefore on part of dazai to make it seem that way to mori. that they really are at each others throats and that dazai is insignificant to chuuya. and that the mafia comes before dazai. (which is not true bc we see chuuya protecting his friend [shirase] while also staying loyal to the mafia in Stormbringer) 

mori also in his own way tries to provoke hostility b/w them like in Dead Dpple when he was all like yeah so dazai is the star and chuuya is merely bait. so it kinda makes sense if dazai left the mafia not only to like do good work but also to protect chuuya from mori. also the fact that chuuya did the same thing— left the Sheep and joined PM to protect Shirase from the mafia makes be believe that my speculation is plausible given all the parallels we find between dazai and chuuya. 

and the last bit is about the brilliant Dead Apple scene and how much added context it gets in light of Stormbringer. 

in this scene dazai first says: “you used Corruption believing in me?” and then the translation is “how beautiful” which is an okay translation but the exact thing dazai said was “nakasetekurerune” which literally is : youre gonna make me cry you know? now my knowledge of japanese is like duolingo level but i do know “nakasete” has to do with crying and “kureru” is used by the receiver to indicate he’s receiving a feeling/object from someone close. so basically chuuya trusting him is something so beautiful that it could almost move him to tears. now lets look at dazai’s intro in Stormbringer:

dazai, being dazai, ofc would be able to tell genuine trust from fealty out of fear so ofc the fact that chuuya has this kind of blind faith in him is overwhelming for him. also stormbringer really expands on the sight effects of Corruption in full detail. its so PAINFUL and to think that chuuya would jump into it right away for dazai’s sake.....no wonder he is so soft when deactivating him. and then he proceeds to flirt for a little bit with the Snow White and the kiss of life reference. but this flirting doesnt seem even a little out of place now. it doesn't feel like smth meaningless or smth that dazai is just saying as a joke. that there is absoluetly no subtext to making a statement like that. instead that kind of flirting feels like smth inspired from a deep, deep familiarity with someone who really shares his heart and soul. when he talks to chuuya abt the problem of not knowing whether he is human or not, it is a problem that is as central to him as it’s to chuuya. not feeling fully reconciled to a human identity is a problem thats fundamental to both of them. I don’t think familiarity gets any deeper than this where you share the exact same psychological problem. so its really wonderful how we can trace the skk development now: what starts out as a crush on part of dazai or not a crush exactly rather, a feeling of perplexed admiration because chuuya is breathtakingly beautiful inside out, eventually gain all these layers and develops into something meaningful where they have so much faith in each other and where they literally help each other live. knowing someone out there shares your exact issue so you’re really not alone in this is perhaps the greatest comfort in the world. also now its clear how both of them would have turned out had they not met each other and had they not taken in rimbaud’s advice. chuuya in his desire to learn about himself and frustration at not being able to do the same would have perhaps spiralled downward and ended up becoming like verlaine. he is his double here after all. and had dazai not seen chuuya up close being the wonderful person he is, he too would have probably ended up developing a god complex and becoming like fyodor. dazai is there to save chuuya literally from dying a monster and chuuya is there to remind him he too can try and mend his ways and embrace his human side. after all chuuya has so much trust him in! (despite him having questionable methods) for both of them, it starts out as an attempt to be more human, then establishing a fruitful partnership, and finally coming in terms with their feelings to some extent. for dazai, he’s comfortable enough to engage in occasional flirting at this point and for chuuya it’s playing along with dazai’s antics (well with the ones he get 💀 pretty boy has half a functional braincell) and openly showing his concern for him. so really by confirming their feelings what strombringer does is enhance the skk development in a way that Dead Apple doesnt seem like fan service anymore. the fact that dazai would casually flirt or be comfortable with chuuya landing on his crotch 💀 all that isnt as ridiculous as it first seemed because stormbringer lays the groundwork and anticipates all the intimate/flirty skk moments that have happened till now and ig will happen again soon. 

#bsd #stormbringer #soukoku #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #stormbringer spoilers #bsd meta #bsd analysis

[dannyphantom-rewrite]

Timekeeper's assistants AU

Alright y'all! This is gonna be my info dump post for the Timekeepers assistant Au- buckle up cause it's gonna be a long one!

Inspired by @queendibz post here

The entire purpose of the assistant squad is to keep all the time lines running smoothly- this can range from stopping a world ending event to making sure things misplaced by natural ghost portals get put back into the right time and place.

So First up on the crew list,

Dan:

-Dan definitely isn't a homicidal maniac anymore but he's not 100 percent "redeemed" either.

-I mean he's probably still a bit of sadist but he tries not to be?

-The best description I can give is that he's in recovery, basically.

-So, Clockwork knew that Dan would eventually bust out of the thermos just because it wasn't built to hold a ghost of his power level for a prolonged period of time. But beyond that?? He has no idea about anything in regards to Dan. Since Dan's creation was averted, his timeline doesn't exist anymore. He's a paradox that exists outside of time, and unfortunately, that means he's the one entity in the multiverse that exists in Clockwork's blindspot. There's no way for him to know what Dan's going to do next.

-Anyway, Dan eventually breaks out of the thermos fully intending to Fuck Shit Up, And Clockwork makes a point of informing him that if he leaves the clock tower he will cease to exist. (Like Dan, the tower exists outside of time, so he's safe there.)

-Dan is the first member of the assistant squad. Granted, it took a while for him to come around to the idea of helping Clockwork but he got there eventually.

-Dan is an entity that was born out of the rage and grief of two very broken people and he has so much shit he's working through as a result

-One of the first things he had to do was recognize and accept that he's an entity that's completely separate from Vlad and Danny. He might have all their memories and the weight of their mistakes on his shoulders, and on top of that, the atrocities he himself committed because of them. The first step is realizing that he doesn't have to be defined by the people that made him.

-It's a really fucking difficult thing to do tho and he's got a lot of weird emotions in regards to Vlad, Danny and the Fentons as a result. A near constant identity crisis, self loathing, daddy issues, something that could arguably be called an Oedipus complex, (FUCKING THANKS, VLAD)

-Cannot stand the smell of fast food, it makes him nauseous and the sight of Nasty Burger sauce alone is enough to make him vomit Ectoplasm.

-He's just a hot mess all around y'all

-He tries to keep his interactions with the Danny's as minimal as possible at first bc of this. The first time he meets them in person he shape shifts into Danny like he did in TUE and just pretends to be one of them. Some of them have had interactions with their respective Dan's already and would be super wary of him and probably pretty freaked out otherwise.

-Dan is eventually allowed to leave the clocktower for supervised "Field missions" with the aid of a time medallion to keep him from poofing out of existence, but it takes a while for clockwork to build up that level of trust.

-Dan's shapeshifting ability Actually comes into play a bit on a lot of those missions, since he can Mimic Danny it also makes sense that he'd be able to impersonate Vlad in the same way. Granted he's not incredibly comfortable taking on either of their appearances but it does help him hone his shapeshifting ability to the point where he's able to pick and choose features from both Vlad and Danny and sorta make his own human disguise.

-Most of the time he acts as the eye in the sky from the tower, monitoring for timeline anomalies and then notifying the appropriate member of the assistant squad.

-He has a room under the clock tower that he operates from. I kinda like the idea of there being like, catacombs down there? Anyway he's got all kinds of monitors and view screens and he very rarely leaves. It also doubles as his "living space." He doesn't need to sleep but he's got a big mess of a pillow fort that he crashes in regardless bc sometimes you just NEED to be unconscious for a while. The catacombs are also absolutely full of those little blob ghosts that wander around the zone bc They're attracted to the ecto energy the tower gives off. He's really annoyed by them at first but they grow on him after a while and now he just dotes on them.

-There's a specific throw pillow sized one that likes to hang out in Dan's room a lot and he ended up getting a little over attached to the stupid thing. His name is Dorian. Bc he's a gift.

-SIR THATS MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BLOB

-Dan's appearance has changed slightly. He wears his hair loose now and it's kinda just this big fiery mane when it's not contained. His cape is more of a cloak now, it has a hood and he wears it sorta pinned together at the shoulder so the DP logo is covered.

-Dan's relationship with the rest of the Danny's is kinda weird, and a little strained. He has a hard time being around them for very long because, well, he used to sort of be them? Except not really? He does care about them tho, and the last thing he'd want is for one of them to end up like him.

-His relationship with clockwork definitely starts out pretty familial, after he becomes his assistant, anyway. There's room for that to develop into meddling minutes but I'm not entirely sure if I'm gonna go that route yet.

-The Danny's only ever hear his voice for a while before he finally let's them meet him for real, so they end up calling him Charlie for a while as a joke. Cause Ya know. Charlie's angels. Even after Charlie still ends up being his designated name on missions.

Mer! Danny:

-Was recruited bc a lot of the shit that gets sucked through natural portals ends up in a body of water somewhere and when that happens he's on call to retrieve it.

-Is Actually not at all ghostly! Mer Danny's situation is basically the plot of H2O (just add water), or if you haven't seen that, Aquamarine. And by that I mean he's only a merfolk in water.

-He's an electric eel

-His Jack and Maddie are marine biologists, with a particular interest in marine cryptids

-We're taking sea monsters baby!!!

-Not entirely sure how this Danny ended up half mer yet but I'll figure it out, lmao.

-14 years old

-His nickname/ designation is "Moray"

Crown Prince! Danny:

-Nickname/designation is Prince / Princey

-16 years old

-Not allowed to go anywhere in the zone without the Fright knight bc of some ancient ghost law bullshit, so he has a constant babysitter.

-He's next in line bc he sealed away Pariah, but can't take the throne until he is both, A) at least 18 years and B) Completely deceased

-Vlad is his Regent bc he did have a part in the whole sealing the previous king thing, but he's also not completely dead so his power is super limited there.

-As Prince Danny has the crown of fire in his ghost form, although now the name is kinda ironic seeing as it's completely frozen over. It's blue now and it smokes like dry ice.

-As Regent, Vlad has the ring of rage for "safe keeping"

-Vlad and Danny are pretty much constantly at each other's throats, fright knights probably had to shut down more than a few of Vlad's attempts to usurp the crown from Danny through combat.

-Princey deals with the timeline issues that involve the ghost zones' internal / political affairs, and he's gotten very well versed with dealing with the Observants.

Winged! Danny :

-15 years old

-Mallard duck wings

-His Vlad is a swan

-Comes from a family of waterfowl, Jack is a goose, and Maddie is a white swan. Both he and jazz are ducks bc of their grandparents.

-As Fenton his wings are white, like jazz, and as phantom they turn black with a green iridescent sheen.

-He's trans

-Nickname/ designation is inviso Bill. Bc ducks have bills haha get it-

-Ghostly wail?? Nah son he's gotta killer QUACK

-Absolute besties with Mer!Danny/ Moray, sometimes they go swimming together after a mission.

Clone! Danny:

-Physically he's a 12-year-old, but he's only been alive for a few months.

-Alt universe where Vlad manages to stabilize the perfect clone with his own DNA.

-Dani still exists, and the original danny from his time line also rescued the other problematic clones.

-Doesnt like the fact that he's a clone, and very much wants them all DEAD. Bc them running around is a reminder that he's not the real danny.

-Human half looks the same aside from the widows peak and the mallen streak. His ghost half takes after plasmius. Blue skin, and the Hazmat kept it's original white colors.

-Probably has fangs and a forked tounge.

-Not so much a member of the squad as he is someone that they need to be keeping an eye on.

-Does NOT get along with them.

-Dan enjoys making him uncomfortable.

-Designation is Masters / the brat (not to his face tho)

Family Breakfast AU! Danny:

-A BABY

-The boy is a fucking overpowered todler okay. He's an 8 year old.

-The biological son of his Vlad, was born a Halfa. Jack, Vlad and Maddie got their shit together and are in a healthy poly relationship.

-Got separated from Vlad one time in the zone and inadvertently adopted by the assistant squad and clockwork.

-His Vlad is aware of the squad and just. Dad's the crap out of the Danny's as a result. It makes for some..... interesting interactions.

-I can't think of a nickname so I'm just gonna be lazy and say he gets to be the one Tru Danny bc cute little kind privileges lmao.

Full ghost! Danny:

-15 years old, will always look 14.

-Nickname/designation is Toast

-Died in the portal accident and got fucking FRIED.

-He always smells like somethings burning.

-He's really bright and sorta sparks a bit, you can see his bones glowing through the hazmat.

-He still leave the zone to protect his version of amity, but lives with clockwork full time.

Canon Danny (NOT PHANTOM PLANET COMPLIANT) :

-Basically show Danny, except phantom planet never happened fuck you

-Joined the crew after the events of de stabilized

-Also he's trans fuck butch

-Franken! Danny

-Yall remember that Headless Danny Au? This is my take.

-Is Actually 20 years old, but physically stuck at age 14. Bc he's a walking corpse :)

-Came from a timeline that was directly parallel to Full ghost! Danny. He dies in the portal accident, but jack and Maddie are in the lab when it happens and manage to sort of bring him back using a combination of science and freaky ghost junk.

-So he's basically possessing/ stuck inside of his own dead body. Which, is thankfully not rotting or going into rigor mortis bc Ectoplasm is rather similar to formaldehyde, but he's not the most durable thing and bits and pieces fall off from time to time.

-Like his head. For example.

-He's pretty desensitized to it at this point and if he loses a leg after a ghost fight he doesn't see anything wrong with sitting down on the curb of a main street to stich it back on. His being dead isn't exactly a secret.

-Don't ever ask him to "give you a hand" bc he can and will not hesitate to pop one off and Chuck it at you.

-Said hand and any other body part will continue to function just fine even if it isn't attached to anything, btw.

-Nickname/ designation is Adam. Bc. Ya know. that's the name Frankenstein's monster gave itself.

Post Phantom Planet! Danny:

-A very jaded 22 year old who is driven only by spite and enough caffeine to kill a horse

-Very, very tired of the hero thing.

-Being a global celebrity isn't all it's cracked up to be.

-Decided to follow Vlads lead and fuck off to space for a while. Partially to get away from everyone and also partially bc he kinda feels responsible for the fact that the only other person like him and probably floating DEAD in the void somewhere? And yeah Vlad fucked up all on his own but what if he'd tried harder to get through to him things could have been different-

-Joins the crew after a natural portal opens up in space and decides to help out and use clockworks resources to try and track down his Vlad.

-Nickname/ Designation is Polaris, aka the north star.

#timekeepers assistants au #danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #au #phic #fic #Clockwork #dan phantom #dark danny #semi redeamed! Dan #mer! Danny #Moray #ghost prince! danny #princey #fright knight #family Breakfast au #marshmallow #Polaris #31 #full ghost! danny #toast #franken! danny #Adam #winged! danny #bill #clone! danny #masters #headless danny au

[pop-punklouis]

hope! what are the best tv shows YOUVE watched recently? you always have good taste in shows

haha awe that’s sweet. here’s my favorite tv shows i’ve watched in 2021/released new seasons i love in 2021:

Broadchurch (2013-2017)

The murder of a young boy in a small coastal town brings a media frenzy, which threatens to tear the community apart.

Mare of Easttown (2021)

A detective in a small Pennsylvania town investigates a local murder while trying to keep her life from falling apart.

Squid Game (2021)

Hundreds of cash-strapped contestants accept an invitation to compete in children's games for a tempting prize, but the stakes are deadly.

Ted Lasso (2020—)

Follows an American football coach Ted Lasso who heads to the U.K. to manage a struggling London football team in the top flight of English football.

American Horror Story Double Feature: Red Tide (2021)

a struggling writer, his pregnant wife, and their daughter move to an isolated beach town for the winter. Once they're settled in, the town’s true residents begin to make themselves known.

Sex Education (2019—)

A teenage boy with a sex therapist mother teams up with a high school classmate to set up an underground sex therapy clinic at school.

Pen15 (2019—)

The comedic story of middle school seen through the eyes of two 7th grade girls dealing with the awkwardness of being a teenager.

The Promised Neverland (2019-2021)

When three gifted kids at an isolated idyllic orphanage discover the secret and sinister purpose they were raised for, they look for a way to escape from their evil caretaker and lead the other children in a risky escape plan.

Alice in Borderland (2020—)

A group of bored delinquents are transported to a parallel wasteland as part of a survival game.

The Undoing (2020)

A modern twist to a classical "whodunnit" tale, when the life of a wealthy New York therapist turns upside down after she and her family get involved with a murder case.

Better Than Us (2018) *i watched this two years ago but watched it again this year x*

A family on the brink of splitting up become the owners of a cutting-edge robot being sought by a corporation, homicide investigators and terrorists.

Young Royals (2021)

Prince Wilhelm adjusts to life at his prestigious new boarding school, but following his heart proves move challenging than anticipated.

The Chalet (2018)

When friends gather at a remote chalet in the French Alps for a summer getaway, they become caught in a deadly trap when a dark secret from the past comes to light. Following a series of accidents, the group becomes paranoid upon realizing that they must be related.

Grace and Frankie (2015—)

Finding out that their husbands are not just work partners, but have also been romantically involved for the last twenty years, two women with an already strained relationship try to cope with the circumstances together

#grey #i might watch the midnight mass 👀

[darkfinch]

Re: Sophie and Quinn's tea troubles, if she were walking down the street with him sipping tea and someone spilled her tea like the guy who spilled Eliot's coffee in Double Blind Job, would Quinn be like "haha good riddance to bad tea" or would he be washing blood and teeth off his shirt afterwards like Eliot did? Or both?

here's the thing: if she spilled HER OWN tea, he would absolutely laugh and this would be a fitting end to her crime against tea leaves he would >:3 at her with vindictive delight, smug little bastard man etc

HOWEVER. if a human person is disrespecting Beloved Associate Ms Devereaux intentionally or not, tea felonies or not, quinn will need 2 be persuaded away from cheerful homicide 100%

#finchtalks #QUINN can be disrespectful because quinn is not a Person quinn is a Quinn and they have Boundaries etc

[helaintoloki]

Hello! May I request Five, along with his s/o (who also has abilities) and Luther meets Five older self to get the briefcase?

a/n: I always struggle when it comes to writing fics based on specific scenes and I think it shows here haha // also I brought back your fave since you guys asked for her so much but this is the only time!!!

The sudden slam of the door pulls your gaze away from the daisy bush you’d been tending to and up at a disgruntled Five. His eyes are nearly bulging out of their sockets and his hair is drenched from the sweat that coats his face, and it’s with hesitancy that you slowly rise from your crouched position in the same exact moment that Five clenches his jaw with a loud pop.

“Well?” You prod uneasily. “What did he say?”

“We’ve got a deal,” Five swallows harshly. “But that doesn’t mean I trust him.”

“Isn’t... isn’t he you?”

“Exactly,” Five says through clenched teeth, only seeming to further your confusion.

You hadn’t exactly been paying attention when Five explained his plan to find another way home, but you knew it had something to do with finding his older self and something to do with homicidal rage. This didn’t exactly surprise you, and when he asked for your help you accepted without protest, but if you had known just how messy things would get you probably would have given your answer some more thought. Nonetheless, you’re here now, and with a small frown you tuck a daisy into the pocket of Five’s uniform jacket then push back the sweaty strands of hair that stick to his forehead.

The door opens again, and this time it is Luther who emerges with an older man in tow. His eyes meet your own in a glare, weary of your presence and unsure of what business you could possibly have being there right now.

“Who’s the Girl Scout?” He whispers to Luther.

“Actually, she’s kind of your girlfriend-“

“My girlfriend,” your Five corrects through clenched teeth, a pleasant surprise considering the fact that this is the first time he’s ever acknowledged you as his partner. “I don’t really think you’re her type.”

“We better get going,” Luther interrupts with a nervous laugh before the two can truly get into it. “Wouldn’t want to be late, would we?”

The two Fives stare at each other silently before moving, and with a skip in your step you happily follow alongside your anxious boyfriend. He’s extremely on edge and jumpy, everything appears to be a threat to him and he scares various children that pass him by— You’d laugh if the situation weren’t so serious.

“Mind your business!”

“Five, you need to relax. Luther says you can’t get all crazy, remember?” You try to coax him.

“I’m not crazy,” he scoffs with offense. “This is the greatest I’ve ever felt in my entire li- I’ll give you something to stare at!”

“Lord, help me,” you sigh, flinching as Five yells out again, “you wish you could pull off these shorts!”

“You know what, I’m switching with Luther,” you utter in defeat before walking ahead to catch up with the two men in front of you. “Can you handle him because I can’t.”

“Oh, geez,” Luther sighs before leaving you alone with Five’s older counterpart.

“So how do I end up with a hippie like you?” He asks almost condescendingly but you take no offense. This guy seems just as nervous as the one behind you.

“I have powers,” you shrug only for him to look upon you incredulously.

“What kind?” He asks, watching in subtle awe as you grow a tiny dandelion from the palm of your hand. “How’d that happen?”

“I like to think it was all the drugs my mom took while she was pregnant with me,” you answer with a shrug, and it seems to satisfy him for he presses you no further.

“I know you’re planning to double cross him, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t kill my boyfriend,” you say nonchalantly. The Five beside you lets out a bewildered laugh.

“Who said anything about double crossing?”

“I know you,” you explain, “and I know you’re going to try to save your own skin. But I also know that if either of you fucks this up then you’re just going to mess up the timeline.”

“Listen, kid-“

“Y/n, my name’s y/n and you love me in this timeline. You haven’t loved anyone since Delores.”

His eyes soften at the mention of his mannequin counterpart, a moment of weakness that lets you know you’re getting through to him.

“I know it was scary being alone for so long, and I know you’re not a bad person. So could you please just think about it? It would really stink if I never got to meet you. Well, younger you, of course.”

He says nothing as you walk ahead of him and towards the Grassy Knoll, a skip in your step and a flower tucked into the belt of your skirt. It was odd, meeting someone you didn’t know— well, at least not in your lifetime— who seemed to know so much about you. He didn’t like you very much but he could understand why his younger counterpart might have gone soft on you. You were a light in the dark and a beacon of hope during a time of utter disaster.

Behind him, his younger counterpart is on a tangent. With all the conviction in his little body he proclaims himself as a father to his uncomfortable brother, and the act draws unwanted attention from those who pass by. But then he watches as the boy pulls a dainty daisy from his pocket, inhaling the scent deeply as if it’ll ail all of his troubles. And perhaps it helps because it’s from you.

“Daisies,” the old man scoffs, shrugging off his moment of weakness before continuing on his way to the Grassy Knoll.

#i hate this im so sorry #not my best work #five hargreeves #number five #five hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #five hargreeves imagine #number five imagine #five #five x reader #five imagine #tua #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #tua imagine

[kisekinodrabbles]

Can we get detective Aomine, who gets assigned a female partner but from the start they're always at each other's throats. During an undercover case, reader has to be super flirty and Aomine gets all jealous and mutual confessions ensues. Maybe some sexy times at the end? :') Sorry if this is too specific, feel free to come up with your own interpretation! I'm such a huge fan of your work Sam and I'm so excited that you're opening your askbox even just for a little while!

ngl idk what im doing here but this is the last request in my inbox so i wanted to finish it haha pls enjoy (not proofread so excuse mistakes) - also my first time writing smut in like years so forgive me!!

Sometimes, Aomine thinks that if he isn’t a law and order professional, he thinks he might actually commit murder and hide your body away in some undisclosed, obscure location. Most of the time, you feel the same way about him. 

The two work in different divisions—Aomine in homicide and you in robbery. The two divisions have always been highly competitive especially given how much overlap you both encounter. Things can get territorial, but their teams are used to your snide remarks and Aomine’s verbal assault. It’s just the way the world works. 

After all, the two of you were in the same graduating class. You, a valedictorian by books. Aomine, top of the class by combat. It’s natural that the two of you are so competitive with your conflicting personalities.

The two of you may have also fucked at some point. 

–

“I’m not fucking working with her, are you kidding me?” Aomine spits out at his boss. Any other person would’ve been kicked out of the room or probably fired, but Aomine is the best detective in his division so Akashi would never do such a thing. For now. Aomine’s been wearing his patience thin. 

The red-haired man sighs, folding his hands together atop his desk. “Aomine, I understand you both have had your immaturity in the past. This, however, isn’t the time for such trivial matters. There’s a double homicide downtown during a robbery. She’s the lead for the case on the robbery end because they’ve been tracking a series of these.” Aomine opens his mouth to argue again. “No more buts. She’s already down there getting witness statements. Unless you want to be behind again, I suggest you get in your car and start driving.” 

He grits his teeth. Breathe. Don’t strangle your boss, he’ll probably kill you first. “I’ll take Wakamatsu.”

By the time he arrives on the scene, a crowd has gathered behind the police line, snapping pictures in the hopes of getting something Twitter worthy. He growls past all of them and ducks underneath the tape. “Where’s the officer that called it in?”

“Inside talking to the detective.”

“I’m the detective,” he snaps right back, knowing full well you’re already three steps ahead of him. And you definitely won’t let him forget that.

He marches past the thick front doors, Wakamatsu in tow. From a distance, he spots you talking to another officer. When he finally approaches you, he realizes that you’re in a skin tight dress covered by an oversized police jacket.

Your name slips past his lips. “Did we interrupt a hot date?” He smirks.

You whirl around, knowing full well the irritating voice that grates on your nerves. Aomine Daiki. “Unlike you, I have actual friends and actual plans on a Friday night. Did you decide to give your wrist a break for the night?” 

Aomine bites back, “Well, it’s not getting much rest either when I had my fingers knuckle deep in something tight and wet tonight.” Complete lie but he’s not about to lose this battle. “Not sure you know how that feels though.”

“If you’re talking about the pudding in your fridge, you might want to ease up on that. Doesn’t look like it’s doing you any favors,” you smile right back at him, knowing full well you’ve won this argument.

Aomine growls low under his breath, jabbing Wakamatsu hard with his elbow when he hears the snort escape him. “Brief me on the situation,” he tells the police officer.

“Well, uh, I already told this detective here—”

“I’m the other detective in charge for homicide. Now, you better fucking brief me before I tell your captain.”

The guy glances at you warily and you just laugh. “Told you he hasn’t gotten any in a long time. Come on, sugar, I’ll brief you on the way down to the vault.” You curl your finger in a gesture to get him to follow you and he sucks up his pride for the first time and do as he’s told. If he solves this case, he still gets the credit and you can go back to that sewer where you came from.

There are two bodies at the vault and forensics are already working to collect evidence when they arrive. “Your area of expertise, double homicide. Both are surprisingly the robbers. Four of them broke in, only two were seen exiting with money bags. No other casualties.”

“Fucking weird,” Aomine mutters. It’s not new for robberies to go wrong, but for two of them to die with no civilian casualty? That’s fucking weird.  

“Interesting, isn’t it?” You grin, seeming way too pleased considering there are two dead people in front them. “The ammo is the same as the previous bank robberies in the area. We’re going to assume they’re linked to the Red Dragon clan.”

“Fuck,” he groans, “I fucking hate those guys. Bitches to deal with. Hard to infiltrate.”

You flick your hair over your shoulder, grinning at him. He can’t help but draw his gaze to your neck, a very attractive neck. Now that he notices how tight that dress is, he can’t help but admit that it has been a while since he’s gotten any action. The curves of your breast defined so clearly by the fabric that stretches across the mounds, the flow of your hips, every dip and rise. Your exposed legs further emphasized by your heels. God fucking damn. He feels his pants tighten as he licks his teeth. Get it together, Aomine. 

Of course, the clothes do nothing to remove the memory of your nude body from his mind. He’s seen all parts of you some time ago. A drunken mistake that ended in a brief, but extremely satisfying night of passion. Your tight pussy wrapped around his cock, your nails digging into his biceps. He can still picture the sheen layer of sweat on your skin as he rams into you, your broken moans falling from your lips. 

“Well, lucky for you,” you start again, pulling him out of the hazy cloud of lust. “I already have someone on the inside. They’ve set up a meeting for me tomorrow night meet with the head’s son. I’ll try to get some information done.” 

“Lucky for you, I’m free tomorrow to be your backup. You’re welcome,” Aomine smiles, “Don’t fuck this up. I don’t feel like cleaning up after your ass.”

“I should say that about you, asshole.”

–

Aomine is sat in a dingy van just across the street from the bar you’re having your meeting. You’ve hidden your mic in the perfect spot, a location which you do not disclose to Aomine. However, he has a feeling it’s somewhere promiscuous that he wants to be aware of. They can see the restaurant clearly, their brat hacker Sakurai having plugged into the restaurant’s security cameras. 

“Shut the fuck up, Aomine. I can hear you munching on your stupid sour cream and onion chips.” You mutter into your mic before the guy arrives. You sip your wine and take a deep breath. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone undercover but it is the first time to have Aomine behind you while you do so. 

The detective looks down at the can in his hands. Sour cream and onion. How did you know? He sets it aside, bringing the mic up to his lips. “Maybe you should do your job better and focus on your meeting instead of listening to me. Why are you so obsessed with me, hm?” 

However, a man’s voice on the other side of the headphones has him straightening. “Good evening, I didn’t expect to be meeting a lovely lady like you tonight,” the sleaze says and Aomine can just imagine him kissing your hand. “When Tanaka said I’d be meeting with the right hand of White Claw, I didn’t expect it to be a woman.”

“Well, we are moving up in life, Mr. Ito.”

“Your good looks are certainly quite persuasive. I’m sure there are ways you can convince me to strike a deal.”

Fucking. Sleaze.

“Oh,” you laugh lightly, “what a flatterer. You’re not so bad yourself. I can imagine people fall at their feet for you.”

“Well, I am quite knowledgeable in more ways than one. Perhaps I can show you tonight after dinner.”

The two banter back and forth, trading flirty comments that puts Aomine on edge. You’re supposed to be doing your job and he knows that. He knows this is all an act but you’re a damn good actress. 

“Aomine, where are you going?” Wakamatsu’s concerned voice carries through the speaker.

You freeze. This fucker better not screw this whole operation up. “Well,” you say, “this has been a lovely dinner. I’m sure we both can come to an agreement without doing anything reckless.” 

The double meaning, a sentence meant for the man across from you and the man listening to you rings clear. Aomine growls, sitting back down petulantly in his seat. He was about to rage in there and start a war, but holds himself back. Be professional, Aomine. Job first, dick needs later. 

“The same to you. It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” the man smiles. “Are you sure you won’t join me for the night?”

Aomine snarls low into his mic. Wakamatsu shoots him a weird look. You let out a little giggle and he knows it’s meant for him. “No, thank you, Mr. Ito. I’m afraid I have other commitments to tend to.” 

When he knows it’s safe, he storms into the restaurant where you still sit, sipping your drink. Sliding into the seat across from you, he rolls his eyes. “Enjoy yourself?” 

He didn’t see when you were set up with the mic earlier so he also hadn’t seen what you were wearing. He’s almost grateful because he knows he might’ve lost it if he did. Tight ass dress, deep neckline that shows ample cleavage (he’s always a sucker for this), sultry eyes, red lips. God, all his favorite things packaged into one. 

Your lips quirk up. “The breadsticks here are quite nice.”

“Fucking hilarious. Let’s go.”

“Why the hurry?”

“Unless you want Wakamatsu to hear me fuck you, you better dump that mic and get your ass up.”

You lean back, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m not sure I like your tone.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to like my tone to enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”

Licking your lips, you consider your options as you bring the wine back to your lips. “Fine,” you mutter, unclipping the mic from the strap of your dress. Aomine moves faster though, snatching it from your hands and dumping it into the wine. Before you can protest, he already has a hand wrapped around yours, tugging you up from your seat and into the back room. 

You’re stumbling in his manic rush, heels barely keeping up with your movements. “Aomine!” You chide as he pushes all the way to the employee break room. The space is fortunately empty and Aomine locks it to make sure it stays that way. “Can you please stop?! You’re such a caveman, I—”

He’s quick to shut you up, swallowing your words with his lips as they slot over yours. He doesn’t waste time, shrugging off his leather jacket as he licks your bottom lip for permission. You gasp a complaint, but he takes advantage of the situation to stick his tongue in, pressing it up against yours. 

All your worries fall away into a moan as he separates from you only to gasp for breath and pull his t-shirt over his head. With nimble fingers, he’s unzipping the back of your dress and yanking it down, leaving your top half exposed. Shivering, you’re about to voice your disapproval but your brain seems to stop functioning the second your gaze lands on his tanned body.

Aomine’s always been attractive. No one can deny. There’s a reason why he’s simultaneously the precinct’s most eligible bachelorette and most insufferable jackass. His confidence matches his skills. His looks live up to his brags. Hard lines and shadows are painted on him like a masterpiece in a museum. His broad shoulders make him look even bigger with his height. His jeans that hang just low enough to be tantalizing with the hint of a v that leads to the space between his legs. 

Your mouth dries up at the sight and Aomine smirks knowingly. You’ve fallen into his bed before, he can make it happen again. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Fifth grade humor doesn’t become you, Aomine.” You scowl as he backs you up against the table in the middle of the room. He effortlessly grabs you by the ass to lift you up and onto the surface, the metal cool against your exposed thighs. 

“Did you dress up for me, doll? Knowing full well that this was going to happen,” he grins devilishly, bringing his hands up to shamelessly cup your breasts. 

It’s not as if you’re embarrassed for being so bare before him. You’re proud of your body and he damn well knows that. You let him fondle you through your bra for a little bit. “No, you animal. I dress for the job.”

“You tell me you wear this flimsy thing—” he teases the light coverage of your lingerie. The lace is sheer and barely covers your nipples, the material holding onto your breasts for dear life. “—for the job?”

“I do my job right, asshole,” you spat right back. “So are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”

A wide grin stretches across his face. The heat in his eyes carry to his hands as he works to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Aomine doesn’t waste time as you lean back on your palms, granting him full access to fondle and suckle on your tits. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nubs that have grown stiff in the contrast between the cold air and his warm breath. His teeth graze the sensitive skin hard enough to have you groaning in pleasure. His lips close in around them and suck. He uses his hand to tease and tug your other breast, pinching it to elicit that delicious whimper out of you. Aomine alternates between the two, making sure you stay warm. 

Meanwhile, you let your hand fall to the bulge between his legs. He lets out a small grunt at the initial touch but seems to respond favorably to the way you stroke the tent, nudging his hips forward for more friction. “Is that a gun in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” Aomine mutters, both humored and unamused by your comment. 

“Fuck,” you let slip as your fingers struggle to unbutton his jeans. “Your fucking pants. Don’t you live in sweats? You choose today of all days to wear your stupid tight jeans?”

Aomine chuckles, “Patience, baby. You know you like my ass in these.”

You do, but you’re not about to admit that. He quickly works off his pants, letting them drop to his ankles as he moves towards you again. While he continues to stimulate your tits, your hand begins groping his cock which is rock hard and peeking from the top of his boxers.

“God, I miss having this inside me,” you whine, pulling the flimsy fabric off and letting it pool on top of his jeans. “Condom?”

“You don’t want me raw? You know you want to feel all of my cock,” he grins. You throw him a glare and he just chuckles as he reaches for his wallet on the floor, pulling out a packet and tossing it onto the table. “But first,” he pauses, letting his hands slide down to cup your pussy, which is admittedly already drenched at that point. 

He hisses when he feels your juices drip and coat his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet, goddamn. How long have you been waiting for this?”

“When that robbery happened, I was about to get laid for the first time in months. So fucking sue me,” you snarl at him. 

“Well, I am here to please,” he wets his lips. He slips one finger in, sliding in all too easily. So he adds another finger and feels your walls pulse around him. He begins pulling it out before shoving it back in, repeating the measure to stroke your walls. He curls his fingers inside as he watches your face closely.

Your expression morphs from irritation to blinding pleasure in an instant. Your eyes slide shut, your lips part to exhale shaky breaths. Aomine seems to know exactly how to angle and twist his fingers to induce a heart attack. The sounds falling from your mouth are ephemeral, Aomine wishes he can film this moment so he can replay it over and over again. 

He pumps his fingers into you and ducks his head to take your nipple into his mouth again, tongue circling the tip. “God, you taste so fucking good. I forgot how wet you can get. Don’t even need lube to slide into you, huh? You’re already dripping for me.” 

“Asshole,” you murmur weakly, clearly in no place to retort. 

“Remember the first time I fucked you? God, you were so easy,” he grins, “you were so wet, so turned on already. Remember when I stuck my tongue in your pussy? Licking up your juices. You tasted so sweet.” 

Your breath stutters in your chest, hitching in your throat. “Fuck you, let’s not forget how quickly you came when I sucked you off.”

“I mean, the sight of you on your knees is enough to get anyone off, sweetheart.” 

“Fuck me,” you groan. Any rational thought has fizzled from your brain. The feeling of his fingers inside you is enough to consume you whole, overwhelming you in waves of rapture. 

“What was that?”

“Dickwad.”

He chuckles darkly, licking his lips again. “Beg me.”

“I’m not going to—”

Aomine yanks his fingers out, looking down at you, taunting you. He waits as you internally struggle with your moral convictions. Are you willing to give up your pride for one night just to get fucked out of your mind?

Easy.

Yes.

“Please,” you huff, “please fuck me.” 

“Please fuck me who?”

Your eyes find the ceiling, wondering what in the hell you did in your lifetime to have met the devil that is Aomine. Biting your lip, you lean closer to whisper, “Please fuck me, Da-i-ki.” 

The man is a sucker for you calling him by his first name. And to get what you want, you’re willing to play into his hands. Aomine lets out a low growl before ripping open the condom packet and rolling the thin rubber along his length. Your pussy squeezes at the sight. Just imagining what it’s like to have that thickness inside of you, fucking you full, has you on edge. 

He doesn’t waste a single second, pulling you forward and slowly positioning himself in front of you. He holds onto his cock, letting the tip trace your pussy lips, circling it and letting your juices drip onto his cock. Stroking the wetness along his dick, he uses it as a lubricant before he slides himself inside you.

When he’s buried to the hilt, Aomine leans forward and lets his forehead rest on your shoulder. Your pussy is so fucking tight. It’s squeezing and throbbing around him with the engulfing heat. He feels as if he’s going to explode right then. 

“Fuck, you really haven’t been screwed in a while,” Aomine rasps. 

“Told you.”

Aomine starts off slow, pulling out and pushing back in. With how thin the condom is, he can feel every ridge, every bump in your heat rub up against his cock. The sensations is enough to have his thighs quivering, but he’s not one to back down. He begins to pick up the pace, thrusting deep inside of you repeatedly. HIs mouth latches onto your neck, tongue lapping and teeth nipping to paint purple blooms upon your skin. 

His movements are building a bubbling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You feel your heart tightening with every move, your insides squeezing. The absolute pleasure that crashes over you has you breathless, your hands finding purchase on his arms. 

He mutters filthy words in your ear, one of his hands reaching up to tangle in your hair. He yanks back lightly, just enough to have you moaning. You like it rough, he’s well aware of that. He pounds into you relentlessly, hands keeping you in place as whimpers tumble from your mouth. 

“Fuck, right there, oh god,” you gasp, “fuck me harder. God, your dick feels so good. Filling me up so full with your thick cock.” 

“Keep talking like that and I’ll be tempted to come in you, baby,” Aomine grazes his teeth along your ear, hot breath kissing your skin. “God, I want to just fucking cream inside you.” 

“Better watch yourself, Daiki.”

Aomine grins lasciviously, sweat beginning to bead his forehead as he attempts to keep himself in check. He feels you tighten your pussy, walls closing in around him. “Bitch,” he growls. You know what you’re doing but he’s not about to let you gain dominance of the situation.

So his hands dig deeper into your hips as he fucks you harder and deeper, his cock pulsating inside of you on the brink of his self-control. “I’m about to come,” he says with eyes squeezed shut. If he sees your tits bouncing as he fucks you again, he might actually combust in that second. 

“Me too,” you panted, fingers scraping down his arms. 

With a few more pumps, Aomine spills into the rubber with a grunt. He feels you convulse around him, your entire body trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. He can feel his come continue to leak from his cock. God, he hasn’t come this hard in a fucking long time. 

His heart is thundering in his chest from the impact of his climax. He slumped forward, leaning against you for support—also partially to feel your tits press up against his chest. “Fuck,” he huffs.

“That was good,” you admit to yourself, still breathing heavily as you begin fixing your hair. “We should do that again sometime.”

Aomine just laughs, huffing against your skin. “You’re the fucking she-devil.”

“Says the guy who’s fucking me in the back room in the middle of an undercover operation.”

“Dick first, job second.”

–

Wakamatsu looks at him when he walks into the precinct that morning. “You do realize the captain is going to kill you for fucking up that expensive mic, right?”

Fuck.

#kuroko no basket #knb #kuroko no basuke #aomine daiki #aomine smut #knb smut #knb drabbles #knb scenarios #anonymous #popz

[leaderoffestivals]

Secret Service: GLOBALISM Chapter 6

Jun: Well, putting that aside. The local idols in Kyushu were desperately searching for Mikejima-senpai.

They didn’t know where he was, so they decided to carry out a raid on an inn that caters exclusively to ES idols.

Season: Winter Author:  Akira Characters: Kohaku, Jun Proofed by: gigi (EN)

Jun: To catch you up on what has happened—yesterday, a group of idols who were total strangers showed up uninvited at our place. We’d never seen their faces, or even heard of the names of anyone in that group before—

And the reason why, well... Those guys were locals.

Kohaku: What do you mean by “locals”?

Jun: I guess they're what you’d call underground idols? They’re mostly active in Kyushu.

Kohaku: Underground idols... Are they locked up in an underground prison or something?

Jun: Nooo~, it means that they’re amateurs. Ever since ES was established, it's been harder to see them around.

I’m pretty sure that there are people like that all over the country, and they’ve been watching with frustration as the idol industry gets swept up by ES.

Kohaku: Yeah, I know. As part of Crazy:B, we tend to be involved with people who don't get their chance to be in the spotlights.

These are the poor souls who didn’t manage to ride the big current of the mainstream, and ended up all washed up and gasping for air in some dimly-lit cesspool.

Crazy:B has been getting some positive publicity lately, but we don't just forget that we all started out as birds of the same feather. That's why we've taken the liberty of fighting on behalf of these kinds of folks.

Making a point loudly to the indifferent ones. “Look at me properly. Don’t just ignore me. I’m right here.”

Jun: Yes, I know exactly how it feels. I tried to do the same thing as part of Lilith (1), so you guys have all of my support.

Kohaku: That's right. Jun-han feels like he’s from this side of the tracks.

Jun: Haha. It would surprise ya, but even in Eden, everyone but Ohii-san grew up with a dark and troubled past

No one really says anything out loud, this is just from me putting the bits and pieces together to get the overall picture—

Instead of living in the stink of your own sad past and begging for sympathy, you take action to conquer the world on your own merits and become a great enough existence that no one will mock you ever again...

Well, that’s what Eden stands for.

Kohaku: Is that so? Who’d have thought that Eden, at the top of the idol world, and Crazy:B, from down at the bottom, would have started out from similar places?

Even though we’ve got different approaches, and we're both in different spots right now.

Jun: Yes. That's why, as fellow members affiliated with CosPro, we may offer to help each other.

Kohaku: Ko ko ko ♪ Double Face is affiliated with NewDi, though? Wouldn’t that make us the enemy?

Jun: How are you guys considered the enemy? We’re all idols affiliated under the umbrella of ES in the end. That’s the official stance, more or less.

And by making use of this connection… We, Eden, are helpers of Double Face now.

Kohaku: ? What d’you mean, exactly? You guys are helping me look for Madara-han, sure enough.

And you fellas did get me to Shikoku, which is where Madara-han is supposed to be...

Jun: That's not what I meant. Anyway, the local idols from Kyushu who visited us yesterday, they were all, well—

Just like Sakura-kun, they were all looking for Mikejima-senpai.

Kohaku: For Madara-han?

Jun: Yep. I don't know in detail what the circumstances were, but they were all demanding to meet with Mikejima-senpai with the most homicidal looks on their faces.

The situation was pretty terrifying, I’m not gonna lie~ Quite a few of them were holding onto a buncha stuff that looked like they were gonna be used as weapons.

Kohaku: What in the world did you do to earn so many grudges, Madara-han…?

Jun: Grudges… No, it didn’t feel that way.

Anyway, they've been active as underground idols in Kyushu for a long time, but they didn't know much about ES's style.

Kohaku: That’s to be expected. After all, ES has only been established for less than a year, so its influence hasn’t spread all the way to the rural areas quite yet.

Well, up until SS began, an’ idols from ES began moving all over the country and standin’ out in the public eye...

Everyone’s become aware of the temperature difference between us and the locals now.

Jun: Yeah, well. For us, we've been holed up at the inn all this while, so we weren’t really aware of what was going on on the ground. A frog in its well knows nothing of the sea (2), after all.

Well, putting that aside. The local idols in Kyushu were desperately searching for Mikejima-senpai.

They didn’t know where he was, so they decided to carry out a raid on an inn that caters exclusively to ES idols.

Kohaku: A raid, you’re sayin’?

Jun: They couldn’t get into the inn by normal means at first, so they pushed their way in and overran the compound by force, yanno~. And, count us unfortunate, Ohii-san and I were the only ones there when they carried out their rampage.

The other ES idols had left the inn earlier to go all out on their activities in order to clear their qualifying rounds~

So, we who were staying behind for rest and relaxation, ended up being the only ones there to deal with them.

In the end, we managed to get the Kyushu group to leave peacefully after taking the time to try and listen to their situations. Ohii-san is surprisingly good at that kind of thing, y’knowーthe art of socializing.

And that was when the Kyushu group all started saying, "That wasn’t the deal.”

Kohaku: “That wasn’t the deal”?

Jun: It seems that everyone in the Kyushu group had been invited by Mikejima-senpai to team up and participate in the SS qualifying round together.

Kohaku: Huh? What the hell’s that all about? This is the first I’m gettin’ wind of any of this!

Jun: Then, in the end, instead of performing with them as Double Face as intended, it seems he went out alone on stage as MaM...

Nobody really knows how that came about, though.

But… It’s undeniable that Mikejima-senpai was seen on national television performing a guerilla live in Shikoku. (3)

Kohaku: I see. So that's what the local idols in Kyushu meant when they said, "That wasn’t the deal.”

Mikejima Madara, ya dunderhead! You went around giving people the idea you were gonna carry out idol activities with them in Kyushuー

And thanks to that, you’ve got the Kyushu group all confused and lookin’ for answers, and attackin’ a nearby inn meant for ES idolsー

Jun: If you just look at their behavior, they all have the same objective as Sakura-kun. They're all looking for Mikejima-senpai.

Kohaku: What’s going on? I mean, what’s Madara-han's objective here? Why’d he ask the idols from Kyushu to take part in the qualifying round with him?

Jun: Who knows… The Kyushu group’s full of hot-blooded energy, but they're bad at speaking so it’s hard to understand them.

The dialect is pretty harsh, and when they’re excited, it’s next to impossible to figure out what they’re saying.

Despite all that, Ohii-san seems to be able to somehow carry on a conversation with them. I think he’s negotiating with the Kyushu group and rallying them to some sort of action now.

Kohaku: Everyone’s just going around doing inexplicable things on their own, and I don’t have a clue about what the hell is going on anymore.

This is real frustrating! There's definitely something going on, but I just don't know what it is.

It feels like I'm insidiously sinkin’ down into a bottomless swamp.

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Translator’s Notes:

In 2018, ES! During the Saga period (Rainbows, Ba-barrier), there were hints of a 3rd unit, Lilith, made up of Eve (Hiyori, Jun) and Hidaka Seiya. - shorturl.at/kAEIT - shorturl.at/euKU9

Japanese proverb, Chinese idiom. This idiom is used to describe a person who has a limited experience of the world due to a sheltered, protected environment.

A map of what’s happening where to explain things a little better (hopefully)

#Ensemble Stars #enstars #Double Face #MaM #Eve #Eden #Madara Mikejima #Kohaku Oukwa #Sazanami Jun #Hiyori Tomoe #enstars tl #Crazy:B #Secret Service

[traumxrei-archive]

Your reactions are so funny, Shrimpy. Ya know, I really wasn’t gonna come back, but since you like me so much, I’ll come by some more~ You’ll be happy if I do, right?

I don’t want to leave you just like that, but the Striped Beakfish is staring at me funny. I’ll talk to ya later~

-🦈

*even MORE sirens wailing in the distance* tHERE'S BEEN A DOUBLE HOMICIDE IN THE AREA

floyd ! you're back !

of course i'd like to see you again, you're always fun to talk to skjdfk and i'd be very happy if you come by n see me whenever you're free ! and uhm i may be in love with u good sir but we don't talk abt that part haha

go and focus on crewel's class ! i wouldn't want you to get scolded by him, so talk to you laterrrr

#/trau replies #/🦈 anon #dudes i still didn't know what to say #still dazed n confused #this is kinda fun tho #character interaction event in the future maybe ?

[rue-king]

Family Found, Family Taken

(AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32892439)

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Summary: Gavin jumps right into the case that drives his brain in circles. He ignores and pushes RK900 to the side, determined to pretend he doesn't exist, but RK900 has had enough and makes a move.

Warnings: descriptions of a crime scene, cursing, kidnapping

Chapter Two:

“For someone whose handwriting is so messy you are quite organized” RK900 starts coming out of his interface trying to make conversation.

Reed rolls his eyes, choosing to ignore his attempt. Of course I’m organized, I am a fuckin good detective.

“You know partners need to actually work together” He continues on.

“You know I don’t actually give a fuck right” Reed snaps back lazily.

“Captain Fowler instructed that you cooperate”

“No he told me to accept it, not that I have to hold your fuckin hand”

“Aw you guys talking about holding hands already” Tina Chen jibes as she walks up from the direction of the break room.

“Real cute Chen”

“Haha, oh come on Gav. Anyway, move I wanna meet my new best friend. Hi I’m Tina Chen! Nice to meet you!” She says enthusiastically, putting her hand out for RK to shake.

“Hello, I am RK900.” He says, not accepting the handshake. It doesn’t seem like his ignorance is done in disdain but rather not really feeling quite comfortable enough to do that. Awkward.

Reed laughs quietly under his breath, Tina shoots him a dirty look taking back her hand.

“So new guy, you just go by RK900?”

“That is correct, I have no formal name given to me by cyberlife”

Stiff. Is he even deviant?

“Oh okay! Well it was nice seeing you!” She turns to the side to be dramatic “don't worry about this kid he’s like that to everyone.”

“I am not sure that’s a good thing” He says in a flat tone.

Gavins jaw drops a fraction, “alright, alright get out of here Chen.”

She blows a kiss and walks away with flourish. There is a moment of silence and Gavin starts to go back to work.

“There are multiple cases that are assigned to you and are marked as open.”

Gavin nods his head sarcastically, waiting for the RK unit to get to the point.

“Was that it?” Gavin asks coldly. “4 out of 5 of those cases are already closed, but our computers were down last week so paperwork is slow. I am currently assigned the string of double homicide cases.”

“We” RK corrects.

“The fuck did you say to me?”

“We- you mean, we are assigned to”

“Hah, you fuckin wish. I am assigned to the case, you are here to make the station look pretty.” Gavin bites back.

“Really? Well it seems to me that you are struggling with this case. Perhaps you need my assistance, Detective”

“I don’t need to ask you for shit”

“Well-”

“No fuck this, I’m leaving.” Gavin grabs his jacket, his luke-warm coffee and storms off.

Gavin hops in his car and starts it quickly, taking a deep breath, he pulls out of his spot and toward the latest crime scene.

As he drove he thought about the case's details. His knuckles curl around the steering wheel, stinging as he reopens the slight scabs and cuts that linger there.

Husband and wife, Christina and Mike, found dead in their home at 11:30 AM on September 21st 2039.

They are suspected to have died about 10 to 11 hours prior to their bodies being discovered.

Christina is suspected to have been killed first by strangulation and then Mike by blunt force trauma to the head. (Officers on scene noted that it may have been the corner of the coffee table).

Murder - suicide?

…...No, that's not probable men statistically are more likely to go with a quicker method.

…...Also, Christina showed no signs of defensive wounds and Mike would have shown some sign that she fought back. Regardless of relationship, when your life's on the line people normally try.

….the murderer is significantly stronger than both?

… enough for the main threat to be taken out last?

…..was the female victim used as leverage ?

There was no suspicious activity or persons around the scene reported by neighbors.

The two have a history of loud fighting, but have recently been reported as “doing well.”

The bodies were discovered by Mike’s sister, Cathy, who was supposed to come over for breakfast on the 21st.

Gavin growls under his breath and frustration creeps back up his spine. This case is relatively new but the bodies have already been moved to the morgue for a more conclusive autopsy. The CSI guys on site are shit and nothing they do is quite up to Reed’s standards, so he normally tries to get a look at the crime scene himself.

“Those fukin CSI guys and no name beat cops have probably contaminated my crime scene” Reed grumbles as pulls into the neighborhood.

The crime scene is still pretty fresh as it's a day old. Cops control the area as the press covers the story.

Reed grabs his ancient dark brown leather jacket and slings it over his worn body. He likes autumn, but he's much too grumpy right now to acknowledge it.

He’s too angry and bitter to look at the warm colored leaves that saturate his peripherals and breathe in the crisp air. He would enjoy it too, what a bummer.

Guarding the main entrance to the home is some random beat cop that Gavin has seen around the office. He passes him quickly and brushes off the press’ questions with a stern, cold shoulder.

As he enters the house the first thing he notices is the cold draft of air. The house itself is decorated in a very homey manner. With each piece of furniture and decoration being slightly mismatched, everything is brought together in a sense of warm belonging.

The cold draft makes it feel like he’s gazing into the past. Gross.

He walks further into the house, breaching the archway that separates the foyer and the living room. There he sees the blood. It spatters across the floor, centering around what would have been the back of Mike’s head. It leaks out toward the rug and stains that homey blue color into an ugly dark red.

Gavin takes a deep breath, ready to find whatever the reports left out.

He looks up and calls over to the nearest officer, “are you the only one in here?”

“No, it's me and my partner, who's out back.”

“Oh, well get out I don’t need you guys walking all over my evidence” Gavin states bluntly.

The officer is taken back. He recognises Gavin, the department asshole. He scoffs a bit and walks off to get his partner and leave anyway. Fighting with the DPD’s detectives is a losing game, everyone knows that.

It's as if a switch goes off in Gavin’s brain. He begins to analyze his crime scene.

Blood splatter on the wall and furniture suggests that Mike went down facing the inside of the house.

….he was pushed. There is no way to throw yourself backward with enough force. Murder-suicide.

....there had to been enough force for him to go down fast enough at that exact trajectory to cause a deadly blow

...Mike has a violent(-ish) history, he would have fought back.

….no defensive wounds? (Note: check autopsy reports, maybe go down to morgue?)

At this point, Christina is already dead by strangulation. Her body was found facing away from the front of the house slumped toward the coffee table.

….looking in. What were they looking at? She is used as leverage and her husband is next, why does she die looking away from him? It takes about 4 minutes for a person to die of strangulation (unless the assailant was exceptionally strong).

…. If it took so long, why did Mike not try to fight as his wife choked?

...Something is not adding up. There's a missing piece somewhere.

Reed walks around the living room languidly. He wanders over to the innermost corner of the room, from this position he can see both “bodies” perfectly, along with a view of the front window.

The two victims are facing this corner, this is where the murderer stood. That's where they were when they strangulated Christina and where they pushed Mike. Gavin hums to himself, his brain works in quick and efficient cogs. Moving from thought to thought and connecting each tidbit with a string of concentration.

Mike’s wound should have taken another 5 minutes to become critical enough for him to bleed to death. But he is still looking right here. At this corner.

...what is he looking at? What am I missing?

Reed spins around wildly, looking at the piece of the room behind him. All that lies behind him is a single arm chair and a small circular picture frame that hangs above it. This corner of the room takes up no space and is a V-shape that connects the living room entrance to the kitchen entryway.

He stares hard at the little chair. Little chair.

A door opens in his head, but he can’t quite pin it down.

A sparkle catches his eye. He bends down to get a closer look, reaching his hand under the little chair. He pulls out a dusty untied bow with a few colorful sequences hanging off.

Little chair. Bowtie.

...Child. They are staring at a child.

He breathes out a hard puff of air. He hates cases with children.

They aren’t reported to have any kids.

He walks into the kitchen with a little more energy. He spots the tall white fridge that's adorned with colorful magnets. Magnets at child height with nothing attached to them and one higher up holding an empty, unmarked envelope.

That's so fake. Rigged. Staged.

He pulls open random drawers in search of the junk drawer. He knows there is always at least one in every household.

When he finally finds it he pulls out a slightly bent piece of printer paper. It's a drawing, a child’s drawing. A tall figure drawn in light blue holds the hand of a smaller green figure in a dress who is linked to a taller purple dress clad figure.

A little cloud to the left and a big tree to the right. It’s their family.

They were hiding evidence of a child, their child. Why? They were killed unexpectedly, it wasn’t to hide from the murderer. Who then?

…”Mike’s sister, Cathy, who was supposed to come over for breakfast on the 21st.”

...hiding evidence of a daughter from the sister? Why?

Gavin’s head hurts, he doesn’t even notice he's clenching his jaw in anger. Cases with kids make him angry. He is on a roll now, he can’t stop his momentum.

He pries open the fridge.

Mostly empty. One carton of eggs, one jug of milk, and various vegetables in the drawer. Don’t kids have like snacks or something. This is the fridge of a bachelor.

He moves on, going upstairs. He figures that they can try to hide little photos, but a kid in a house of this size would have her own room.

The parents room check out, nothing special. It’s just as homey as the rest, left as if they were just out running errands.

He moves on to the door at the end of the hallway to the left, facing the street. Jack pot, it's the kids room. Though at first glance it looks like a normal neutral guest bedroom.

He takes a peak under the bed, small toys like dolls and stuffed animals are tucked in the farthest corner. The sheets are new and the bed is freshly made. (As fresh as a day old can be anyway). He walks over to the window and peaks out.

He can make out the big tree that blocks some of the view. From the drawing.

Reed can also make out the image of his freshly dubbed partner stepping out of an automated taxi. RK900’s stark white uniform shining under the overcast weather outside.

Fuckin perfect. Gavin huffs, even more determined to finish quickly. He doesn’t need some pristine plastic to walk in and ruin all his work. He can do it on his own. He doesn’t need help.

He goes to the closet and opens it up. Hangers are crooked and a few pieces of child’s clothing are sprawled on the floor.

Taken in a hurry. Fuck.

That solidifies it. Cristina and Mike had a child, or at least one living with them at the time of the murder. There is no other victim, so it is safe to assume that this double homicide has upgraded into a kidnapping.

“Fuck. FUCK”

Gavin pulls out his phone and dials Captain Fowler's number as he leaves to meet with the officers outside.

As the phone hits the second ring he is met with the face of his brand new partner.

“I will be assisting you on this case De-”

“Shut the fuck up tin can. Get out of the way” Reed rushes out. RK resists getting out of his way, determined to spit his own insults at the rude detective.

The captain doesn’t pick up. Reed moves past RK anyway.

Gavin reaches the officers outside. “Hey you, come here” he calls over the officer he sassed earlier in the house. “How many officers are on scene, right now?”

“Four. My partner and I, and Ortis and his partner as well.”

“Okay, listen up. I need you to stay here and keep the press under control and in the area, get the other three to comb through the neighborhood and alert me if they find anything. Our murderer may have kidnapped a little girl and we don’t have any other information.” Gavin commands in a low tone.

The officer's eyes widened, opening his mouth to say something.

“No, shut up. We can’t let the press know, so you stay here, stay quiet and make sure your buddies do their job. Got it?” He nods, and Reed shoos him off.

“How did you come to that conclusion, Detective?”

RK900, right, perfect.

“None of your business, RK900” he overprounances the unit’s name to be condescending, but his partner stares at him with cold, uncaring eyes. So naturally Reed continues on.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a competent detective or something? Figure it out yourself.”

“Oh I did, I just wanted to know how you got to that conclusion.”

Flames heat up Reed’s body. He is quick to anger.

“You piece of shi-”

“Oh and while you were off being an ass I already contacted Fowler about the situation and the search for the young girl continues on at the office.”

Gavin clenches his jaw again, his tongue flicking over his teeth in quiet rage. RK900 stands there with an unfeeling look on his face, peering down at Gavin.

Reed would swear that there is a hint of a smirk teetering at the corner of that bastard's mouth. The shadow RK’s high brow creates on his eyes makes the distance between them seem daunting, widening the gap between them. Further smushing Gavin’s fragile ego into the bits and pieces between the dirt.

Dramatic, he knows.

Gavin from a couple months back would have ripped forward and swung on RK900, but this Gavin is tired. Resigned from the fight against his inferiority. He takes a breath, though it does nothing to relieve him of his anger, and walks off with nothing but a dirty look.

He has to solve this case, he has to. It is his last chance.

#gavin reed #reed900 #detriot become human #ao3 fanfic #slow burn #angst #upgraded connor