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bet-on-me-13 · 1 year

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Danny runs for Mayor P.2

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Some more snippets of the Gotham Mayor Danny AU!

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Danny would absolutely try to hire some of the Rouges as his Mayoral Cabinet, I can just imagine Waylon Jones, the Killer Croc, in a Suit and Slacks sitting in a the Mayors Office while awkwardly holding his resume.

Danny: So, Mr. Jones, why do you think we should hire you? Waylon: Well sir, I have something of a reputation and I feel like I would be an amazing Bodyguard. Danny: OK, one question though. What is your opinion on Clowns? Waylon: I don’t like them. Danny: Hired!

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Danny: Now, Mr Nygma, what do you think you would bring to my office? Edward: Well sir, I am fairly well known for my expert planning and timing skills. Also I can give you fun riddles whenever you want! Danny: Hmmm, that’s definitely a good point. One question, if needed, will you attack a clown on sight? Edward: Yes? Danny: Hired!

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Danny: Now, I can see that you used to have a very reputable resume Mr. Dent. Harvey: Thank you sir. Danny: I can’t see any reason to refuse your application, but I do have one question. Do you like Clowns? Harvey: Uhm...yes? Danny: I am sorry dir, but I am going to have to reject your application for a job in the Mayors office. Mr Jones, please escort this man out

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Danny would absolutely do an amazing job in decreasing the crime rate, just by virtue of the fact that his very presence is destabilizing the Curses put on the City.

But at the same time, his policies are also very efficient, based on Gen Z Humor/Ideas

Danny: As my new Law states, every year the most rich person in the City will be forced to give up 70% of their assets to Charity. You can avoid this by donating as much as possible in the weeks leading up to the Sacrifice Day, whoever donates the most is exempt from the choosing even if they are the Richest, we will then move on to the second Richest, and so on Reporter: Sir, isn’t this just the “Winner Of Capitalisms” Prompt from Tumblr? Danny: Yes.

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Batman: Why did you just pass a Law that states that all Vigilantes are given the right to kill? Danny: Because I accidentally hired every villain in Gotham, so now there is nobody to try and bribe me. And if nobody tries to bribe me, then nobody realizes that I will only accept bribes if the Joker is dead, like I said in my Campaign. I know that you guys have a no-kill rule, but I know at least one of you who would jump at the chance Batman: *realizes that Dick has already killed the Joker once, Jason is actively attempting to every day, Tim is chaos incarnate and would do it to feel included, and Damian just really wants to let loose* Well played...

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Danny: Vlad, I am serious. Leave me alone or I will put you in Soup Jail for 3 months! Vlad: FINE! I’ll just go possess another Billionaire to force them to give me their company again Batman, listening from outside the window: What the f-

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Danny in every conversation with the Batfamily: I re-respect your decision to not tak-take a life...but I must insist you kill the Joker...for the good of the peephol-People! He is not a good inf-influence on this city and he must be des...troyed. Batman: *Wondering why he sounds like he is reading from a script* Um, I don’t think thats a good idea? Lady Gotham: *Standing behind Batman with some Cue Cards, trying to communicate with her Knights through Danny* *Thumbs Up* Danny: Also I wanted to say that you need to- oh um, ok- to get over the deaths of your parents and grieve in a healthy way instead of adopting every child you see. You are doing a great job kid, parentheses, do not read this par- Oh-Oops. Batman: Hm. I’m not even going to question that anymore.

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ghost-bxrd · 18 days

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PROMPT

Jason - in any AU - after the League brainwashing, is in full Red Hood mode and about to storm Gotham to put his plan into motion.

Only, due to some shenanigan or the other, a dimension shift happens, and Jason finds himself in an alternate timeline - one where Bruce did kill the Joker.

In that timeline, Jason's death convinces Bruce and Dick to ditch the no-kill rule. They basically adopt Red Hood's ideology - if you are a killer, you don't deserve to live. Let the punishment fit the crime.

After all, Joker isn't all that special when you come to it. There are plenty of Rogues with a similar kill count. So once they have killed him, why hold back on the others?

Commissioner Gordon can no longer afford to turn a blind eye to the vigilantes. Not now that they have started to kill. The Bats lose their ability to coordinate with the GCPD.

Batman burned down Arkham. He allowed the staff to get out, and stopped anyone from going in to rescue people.

Poison Ivy tried to go in there to save Harley who was within. Batman let her go in, but blocked the exits after. Anyone who was out of Arkham at the time is killed brutally.

Nightwing is shot dead by GCPD.

The shots are fired by corrupt cops, but the 'bring the bats in by all means' order was issued by Gordon. Bruce loses what little restraint he had, kills the officers responsible, and anyone who tried to keep him from them.

Catwoman doesn't kill, so Batman doesn't kill her. But she is still a criminal and cannot be allowed to continue. He cripples her.

Rogues no longer surrender or hold back. They all know they are doomed, so no more holding back. Civilian casualties exponentially increase as the battles become deadlier. Cops are shooting at Rogues, Bats, and civilians who are at the wrong place, wrong time.

Gotham is a war zone. New Rogues keep popping up. Mostly people who have lost loved ones or livelihoods in the Bat rampage, and now have nothing left to lose.

When Damian arrives, Bruce finds in the young assassin a suitable Robin.

The image of superheroes in general take a plunge. One group has already started to kill, people say. What is to stop Superman or Wonder Woman from doing the same next?

JLA tries to stop Batman, but is hit by brutal contingency plans. That also causes major collateral damage. People are starting to agree with Luthor - superheroes are too dangerous. They should no longer be allowed to take the law into their hands. Anti-Meta legislations and protests begin.

It is in this point that Red Hood enters. Jason is horrified by what is happening, by the realization the no-kill rule exists for a reason.

He ends up joining the Resistance in Gotham - led by Tim, Stephanie, Duke - against Batman. He is struggling against his own mental issues, and trying to talk Bruce down, though it is too late for that.

Basically a role reversal of the UtRH argument. Jason has to think up reasons to talk Batman down, finds himself picking holes in his own ideology.

It is after that experience where Jason actually returns to the Canon (for me Wayne Family Adventures is my canon, please let Bruce be a good dad) Timeline...

Geez that’s… that’s dark. I‘m pretty sure I saw a fic onxe that had a similar premise.

But at least Jason probably goes straight home once he‘s back in his canon universe

#jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #robin

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polisena-art · 1 year

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AU where zé is a smooth criminal, panchito is a naive and lawful good detective with a good heart and a set of morals that he believes could never be corrupted or changed... that is until he's assigned to capture zé and things start changing (in the end panchito joins zé at the other side cause y'know acab) (donald is there somewhere doing god knows what in that story but maybe he's there idk i ran out of ideas) (can't believe i thought of all this for these two silly little birds)

Anon, did you know? Did you know you just sent me a Valvert prompt disguised as Disney birds? I literally screamed. Anyways, I got carried away so I hope you don't mind but I did a little more build up based on your idea. (Also the translations of the non-English dialogues are in the image descriptions).

So Zé is a criminal whose whole thing is not keeping the money. Most of it he gives to poor people who he knows are in debt, so they can sort themselves out and live better lives. His favorite target for thievering being any of Rocha Vaz's innumerous business (that for this AU's sake are responsible for dehousing a lot of people, mass firings and a bunch of other shady incidents). Panchito and Donald are two investigators (officers?) hired to go after Zé, but after a particularly unsuccessful and humiliating ambush, Panchito becomes obssessed with taking José down.

Rosinha, after coming to terms with the fact that her father and his associates have no intention of addressing their companies' misconducts, decides to take matters into her own hands and partners up with Zé. This way they start their (mostly platonic) life of crime together.

Panchito and Zé go over years and years of chase, which you know, forms some kind of unusual bond. At some point José saves Panchito's life, risking his own freedom in the process. Panchito, in return, let's him go, defying everything he's ever believed to be true and right. Lots of angst, lots of existential crisis and at some point, they do come around to admitting that they care for each other, and maybe even something more.

That's it! Hope you liked it!!

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ofmdjanuaury · 10 months

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Welcome to OFMD AU-gust! Check out the prompts and start creating 💙

Rules and text version under the cut!

RULES:

Any OFMD fan creations count! Fic, art, dioramas, bakes…

You can do one day or all of them, and use as many prompts from the day as you want!

Tag everything #OFMDAU-GUST

Every time you post something, try and comment on someone else’s, too!

You can post any prompt any day AFTER that prompt’s official day! So you can post Improv fics any day after 8/1, but you can’t post theatre fics till 8/31.

HAVE FUN!

Text version of the prompts:

1. Mechanic | Mail Carrier | Improv

2. Fantasy | Solarpunk | Fiber Arts

3. School Staff | Art Model | Taxidermy

4. Social Media | Tentacles | Identity Theft

5. Music/Band | Specific TV Show | Jumanji

6. Journalism | Specific Movie | Planetarium

7. Phone Operator | Rennaissance | Y2K

8. Sports | Ancient | Pacific Rim

9. Medicine | Aquarium/Zoo | Makeup Artist

10. Celebrity | D&D | Gig Worker

11. Science Fiction | Superheroes | Birdwatching

12. Coffee Shop/Bakery | Magical Girl (gn) | Influencer

13. Restaurant | Medieval | Eldritch Horror/Cryptid

14. Science | Place-Based | Weed Guy (gn)

15. Porn Star | Specific Book | Natural Disaster

16. Crime/Mob | Specific Cartoon | Drag/Burlesque

17. Farm/Rural | Time Travel | Polar Explorer

18. Small Business | Apocalypse | Stargate

19. Writer | 19th Century | Escape Room

20. Law | Nightclub | Professional Cuddler

21. Rebels | Zombie | Desert Island

22. Bar | Ghost Hunters | LARP

23. Transit | Daemon | Community Meeting

24. Archeology | Aliens | Paint and Sip

25. Epistolary | Public Access TV | Gas Station

26. Neighbors | Heist | Reality TV Hosts

27. Noir | Grocery Store | Blacksmith

28. Disney | Olympics | Sentinel/Guide

29. Boats | Non-Anglophone Place | Lumberjack

30. Canon-Divergent | Gardening | Kink Club

31. Theatre | Free Space | Someone Else's Universe

(Thanks to yerbamansa for reminding the mod to be accessible!!)

#ofmd #ofmd au-gust #fic challenges #fandom challenges #our flag means death

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whenishipiluxurycruiseit · 1 month

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Song Inspiration - Kalam Eineh by Sherine

DCMK AU! Edogawa Conan did not take the antidote AU!

(Honestly im just typing it here so i couldnt forget my idea, i cant write well so its gon be a prompt or something)

Edogawa Conan did not take the antidote due to the chances of dying is greater than going back to Kudou Shinichi (15% Success rate only)

Kudou Shinichi proclaimed MIA/KIA in the operation destroy the alcoholics

Conan living his childhood the second time and making it better compared to his last, means he is more matured in this second childhood of his (like duh he like 17 yrs old inside HAHAHAH)

Ai was already planning not to go back to her old life and remain as Haibara Ai, so she spends it with Conan making this second childhood better (unlike Miyano Shiho who was bullied for being asian in america)

They make their dreams come true by being a menace child to everyone

Dw Conan and Ai are very happy (they are kinda depressed but they cope well now)(very strong poker face!!) they smile a lot and more carefree than before

Parters in crime frfr they treat each other as siblings

Edogawa Conan still lives with Ran and helps her cope through Kudou Shinichis proclaimed death

Conan and Ai graduate Highschool by the time they’re 15 yrs old

They did not go to college and instead just.. travel everywhere (they’re smarter than college kids anyway)

First they travel with Kudou Yuusaku and Kudou Yukiko bc well.. they minors and the Kudou couple is Conan’s guardians(parents) and became Ai’s guardians too

Though when they old enough they travel on their own both of them or each on their own

Conan being a freelance detective and Ai being a dunno, info broker

Conan is not really a law abiding citizen anymore, he just follows what he thinks is right thus sometimes help Lupin III when he meets them coincidentally during his solo or with Ai travels

Lupin III team as his second fam (or third??) frfr

“Papa!” “I told you not to call me papa!”

“Jigen the brats our nephew now *wipes tears*”

Conan occasionally visits Japan, like during one of the Tantei Shounen Dan’s bday or smthg or some case that needs his help

(Oh yea) Conan is Kudou Shinichi’s replacement (kind of) in MPD Division 1 golden boi

He is also divisions 2 golden boy (kid killer wahhaha)

Conan is also the FBI agents golden boy

When FBI found out Conan is not planning to go to college, they set their fangs on him and recruited him (no questions asked due to the number of recommendations from the FBI agents in Japan)

Not only FBI but also CIA (Conan’s the peacemaker between the rivalry of the two)

Also interpol (they like the smart kid who snucked(?) in before their base in Japan)(cute kid)

So no matter how many law Conan breaks in some country, they got his back and he knows it (that its kinda illegal but who cares they do the job they needed him to do anyways, use the privilege)

Also some of them knew about his situation the shrunked teen situation and his Edogawa Conan identity is alllll fake and is made through the power of position in the world (along with Haibara Ai)

Conan goes here and there to solve hard ass cases but now it’s not only centered around murder but also politics so he study a lot! (“Should’ve gone to college instead of this dang…”)

All expenses paid by his employers ofc

After like a few yrs, like when hes 19, Ai made a perfect antidote that will bring their old body back safely

Ai only made one pill cause she didnt need it, but she knows Conan might want it so its there waiting to be swallowed by Conan

Conan took it for funsies

He did not know it was permanent

He has now two identities, Edogawa Conan and the proclaimed KIA/MIA Kudou Shinichi

He thought he could use it to prank others

“Whoa so this is what I look like in ten years, haha i should prank them that I went back in time from the future haha”

“u are not going back to the future”

“what”

Thus he got stuck in swiss for nearly a month so he could make excuses with the help of Ai (“STOP LAUGHING AT ME U ASS, WHY DIDNT YOU SAY IT WAS PERMANENT” “what a dumbass 😂”)

He kinda uses both identities but mostly the Conan identity

“W-what is that Kudou Shinichi..? I thought he was-“ *wears the glasses* “oh its just you conan kun whew”

Conan feels like hes clark kent and wonders when will he die (of embarrassment cause srsly why did he make this more harder for himself? Though its fun watching people confuse me for me haha)

Those he did not tell about his secret in Japan are having an aneurysm bc what the heck is that kudou shinichi on international tv am i dreaming am i dead is he dead who is dead?… were they dead all along and life was just a simulation that they’re playing in the afterlife

The Kudou Couple are laughing, and Conan is also laughing at the chaos he caused (also he will not be clearing it up for the funsies, he got infected with his parents twisted sense of fun)

Ofc what kind of kaishin shipper am i if i dont include kaishin right?

Kaishin did not happen

Why? Well because conan suddenly left like a rat (and well he did not decide to take the antidote anymore)

Conan helped Kaitou KID defeat his enemy organization in the age of 8 (18) (he destroyed it after he decided he will not take the antidote, which was like i dunno a week after he took down the BO)

Kaito thought that was like the sweetest proposal ever (tantei kun i will say yes to heaven say yes to you)

Conan did not propose instead he told KID that Kudou Shinichi is KIA/MIA and will not be coming back while visiting KID in the hospital

Kaito was like wdym ure here, Conan’s like yea /conan/ is here but shinichi is gone (like the angsty grade schooler that he was)

Kaito was fine with that as long as he can see his tantei kun

His tantei kun was coping through Kaitos heist and he did not mind at all cause hey its fun! (Being chased by ur first love and everything- well other than those soccer balls, but hey as long as its from tantei kun ill take it)

Kaito told tantei kun to find out his real identity and said that he will reward him

The day after Kaito said that he got a text from tentei kun (“so whats the reward kuroba kaito nii chan”) (kaito just blushed “since when did u know” he texted back) (“from the moment u pissed me off”) (“yes sir im sorry”) (“so? What is my reward?”) (“do you know what date it is on monday?”) (“april 1st?”) (“i’ll be waiting tantei kun~”) (“whoa what a sap”)

Kaito confessed to Conan during april 1st on the rooftop of Haido Hotel that he liked (love, conan, shinichi was his first love. Aoko was a crush that died during eigth grade and became a sister to him instead) him and

And was rejected softly

It hurt

So much

But looking at tantei kuns sad smile and appreciating eyes, it kinda lessened a little bit (kinda, a little bit, hurts a lot though)

“I.. don’t want you to be placed in this weird situation. As I’ve said, I have no plans in going back as Kudou Shinichi, and I can’t destroy this life, as Edogawa Conan, for a 15% chance of living.. I’m still here, but as a child. An 9 yr old child.. Thank you and I’m sorry.” (I like you too, but I like to too much to grab on to you and make you wait for years, I don’t want that, you can only go through your teens once and I don’t want that to be wasted on me. I love you.)

“… I… I can wait for you..” “I know, but I don’t want you to.”

Because Kaito is a masochist, he asks for a request

“Can.. can you tell me you love me..? I don’t mind if its just a pretend but please, I won’t ask for anymore please Tantei-kun, Shinichi, I-“

“I love you, Kaito.” Conan says as he pulled the teenager’s shirt down and kissed him on the lips for the first and last time. “I love you, Kaitou KID.” /Conan/ says as he hugs Kaito and feels the tears that are beginning to wet his back.

“Thank you, for loving me, for falling in love with me.” Shinichi says as he looks to Kaito’s eyes, kissed both of his eyelids close, and left quietly. ‘May this be all a pleasant dream to you.’ Shinichi, Conan thought as he hears Kaito’s cries behind the rooftop door.

They did not meet for 2 weeks after that, Kaito KID announced a hiatus and Conan, Conan looked at Ran (nee chan, kind, understanding, lovable Ran nee chan. Who did not have the strength to get angry at him when he told her the truth, who still let him stay at the agency, cooked, took care of him even after all that was revealed. Who he started to look as a sister but it did not make him love her less) and decided to let them meet

Yes people kairan(i dont ship it btw, its just for plot reasons, also inspired by a fic like how the most of this idea came from) happened, but not in the romantic sense, in a I share your pain sense, lets dwell on it together and people misunderstands sense

They meet through Conan’s “Sonoko nee chan I heard that there was a magician who is as good as KID performing at the Beika Performing Hall!”

Sonoko the kind bff that she is “Ran lets go! Lets take your mind off Shi- uh the recent news and look at some magic trick yea? Its gonna be fine! Look I’ll even bring the kids-!” “Oh- I’m fine Sonoko nee chan, My parents will come home that time so you can go with the others without me!”

Kaito and Ran meet and Ran is like “Shinichi..? No, you’re! KI-“ “Shhh! Ojou-san, seriously you’re sharp as Metantei, does he train you?”

Why does Kaito not bother rebuking Ran’s guess is bc Ran saw him using Shinichi’s face a lot which means Ran saw him without disguise a lot of times to know that hes KID

Weird friendship acquired!

New knowledge acquired! (Seems like he was not the only one dumped by their first love, and also seems like they did not get over yet from their first love who is coincidentally the same person! Wow tantei kun if only you know)

(Kaito’s kinda jelly though cause Ran and Shinichi had a /label/ while He and Shinichi… hmph! At least Tantei Kun did not hide his real self from me!) (he’s coping so hard, he knows)

They spend a lot time together to the point people thought they were dating (they weren’t)

Conan is included in people. (He’s kind of relieved that they found solace in each other but also kind of sad cause of all the people he loved romantically (once with Ran and currently with Kaito), he could not date them properly (Ran) or couldn’t even try to date them (Kaito) thus them ending with each other… should he just like a lot of people so those people that he likes will like each other? Does that mean he becomes a match maker?… does he have to like Hattori and Kazuha-chan do they could confess to each other cause Hattori is kinda annoying currently..)

Kaito and Ran saw Conan (Shinichi) looking at them and smiling sadly, giving his blessings mentally (please give all the good luck that I have to both of the people I love) and ah.. fk.. should we.. make it real..?

They did, they officially dated, but just to be with the person they related the most (and also because how Shinichi (Conan) looked at them, like how he wanted that for himself but /just cant/ and gave up and ah if he wants us to be together so shall it be, its not a bad pair anyways.. cope cope) not romantically

Bc of their not so relationship relationship, they dated for 5 yrs and got married. (Just to make some of their friends shut up about when will you marry and oh! Still dating? Ran/Kaito I want to see my cute darling nephews/nieces! Ugh)

(After their marriage, Conan left for somewhere they can’t reach him, but he promised to update as much as he can so.. also Ai-chan is with him to help him remember his promise)

They have kids! Twins in fact (and they’re so glad its twins cause both of them dont think they can do /that/ again.. not when they both loved the same man, they still shudder when they remember the night they made the twins, it was when they both got drunk too, on.. Shinichi’s (Conan’s) supposed to be death anniversary)

They named them Shin (新) and Ichi (一), both boys!

“Why are you named one when theres two of you?” Asked their Uncle Conan during his sudden abrupt visit in Japan, Shin and Ichi are about three yrs old now! “Because Mom said she and dad thought that I was only one! Then surprise surprise there was a new (Shin) one behind me!” Explained Ichi, the youngest of the twins

(Apparently the oldest of the twins are the ones who are conceived last, because they were made in the womb first, they are hidden behind bc their twin will form in front of them, that’s according to my friend who has a twin HAHAH so dunno rlly)

Uncle Conan is laughing so hard he folded in half! “HAHAHAHA! Oh my Lord, they got Hakase’s bad pun jokes, gosh I’m sorry my cute nephews, you guys became a victim.” Uncle Conan said while laughing, wiping a tear from his face, “anyways.. for the million dollar question! Why are both of you on the rooftop of this building?”

Cause seriously, who left his nephews here on top of the building?! Theres no one with them too! Conan is positively sure that their parents are not that irresponsible to just leave them here alone! So who-!

“Papa said to stall time! So he could catch you before you leave again!”

Oh.. it.. it was one of the parents.. “.. and your mom allowed him..?”

“Yep! Because she said that uncle is so hard to catch these days! She said uncle is like a slimy fish!” Shin exclaimed, “Whoa, she said that word infront of your dad?” Conan asked worriedly, “No.. not really, Mama just said ‘slimy f!’” Shin answered bashfully

“Haha! Thought so! Anyways Uncle can’t really stall more time anymore so here! I’ll give you your favorite chocolates in exchange for letting me go!” Conan said cheerfully and like magic, poofs a bag of chocolates in his hand. He wasn’t tied up, but well, children must learn how to ask permission eh? (Also bribery but well what they dont know wont hurt them)

“Waahh! Really! Okay Uncle! Be careful!” Both boys replied readily and greedily takes the bag of chocolate from his hands, “Ha! Both of you really took after your father huh?” He commented softly, after placing some tracking and listening devices on their clothes he said his goodbyes, “see you my cute nephews! Share some to your dad too ok! Wait for him to get you here, bye bye! Love you!~” he said as he leapt from the rooftop.

“Bye uncle! Love you too!” Both said after getting five chocolates each for themselves because their mom is scary if she finds out that they ate more than required of them! And they dont want cavities!

“Shin! Ichi! Where is your Uncle Conan?” Kaito panted as he jumped down from his handglider(?) wearing his full Kaitou KID regalia, minutes after Conan left. “Papa!/Dad!” His twins exclaimed as they ran to hug him, “Uncle Conan just left a while ago!” “He gave us chocolates!” “He also placed some devices on us when he was about to go!” “Uncle told us to leave some chocolates for you!”

Just barely made it then.. Kaito sighs. Honestly his children are too much like him to be easily swayed by chocolate ‘Dang it Shinichi you won again.’ He thought as he picked both of his kids up, “Let’s go home shall we? Mom is waiting for us for sure!” “Miso soup!” “Karaage!” “Dearests its evening, don’t you think those are for breakfast foods?” “Miso is miso!” “Karaage is karaage!” “Just like chocolate is chocolate papa!/dad!” “I agree so much”

Conan laughs as he listens to their conversation, well it looks like its fine over there, he thought as he placed a box full of quality fruits at the kuroba-mouri doorstep.

…

That was a year ago, so pray tell, why Shinichi is on international TV CALLING HIMSELF CONAN?!?! The couple, Kaito and Ran, shrieked, along with their phones going off bc of numerous calls and texts of ‘DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE RAN?????’ ‘R WE DEAD??’ ‘ISTG WAS THE TEN YRS A DREAM AND HE WAS ALIVE ALL ALONG?!?!’

its a good thing that the kids are staying on their grandma Chikage for the night..

Theres actually more in my head.. like their reunion and stuff but well, its already 1:41 am and all i was planning to do was to read kaishin fanfic so gahdang why am i here HAGSHAGSH

Yes, endgame is kaishin, well for this one, in my head yea, i dunno with urs after u read those

No, i dont really like poly relationships that much, im more of a one to one person not three in one plus one happy happy happy kaarawan type of shipper

Yes, Timeskip Ran now sees shinichi like how shinichi sees her, a sibling type of love

No, even with their long relationship and marriage and kids, Kaito and Ran did not really fall in love with each other, they love each other yea but not how like Kaito loves Shinichi and how Ran used to loved Shinichi, its a love built on mutual understanding where they ‘ah, you too? Yea i feel you..’ they see each other as bffs that slept with eachother for one time and decided that yep, its not you, but the kids are here so lets raise them properly yea?

Yes, kaito is still deeply inlove with shinichi (conan), he follows shinichis trail closely or as close as he can get knowing how shinichi goes country to country every frikin time like cant you stay for fIVE MINUTES IN A COUNTRY SHINICHI?

Yes, shinichi (conan) is still in love with Kaito (so well i technically lied on the first bullet on the kaishin one cause they did happen.. just.. so.. soo.. much later

“What will happen to the twins then if kaishin is endgame?” While I don’t really support divorce, but due to how I made their, Kaito and Ran, relationship work, the kids will go to the custody of Ran, but Shinichi will make sure that only, and only when the kids are able to understand the schematics of their relationship will he allow the divorce to go through and let Kaito pursue him (i believe in marriage counseling first before marriage so you can have second thoughts about a lifelong choice, which I did not do to Kaito and Ran, sorry lovelies)

The twins when they got much older understood and was cool abt it, like wow we have like two cool dads (one their previous uncle now stepdad) and one cool mom what a cool family we are hehe, also they dig the ten yrs from now failed prank of Conan (Shinichi), cause when he, conan, picks them from school for who knows like family trip or something they like so yea this is our uncle ten yrs from now so cool right he time travelled for us were a cool and smart family

So yea feel free to ask questions! Though this is mostly what I have with this au really, i dont have much with the other characs but if you ask I can think of some or you can think of some Haha! Just comment below! Cause i dont know how to navigate the ask part of tumblr yet HAHA! Byeee

#detective conan #conan edogawa #edogawa conan #kudou shinichi #haibara ai #dcmk #dcmk au #kaishin #kaicon #miyano shiho

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the lengths i'd go to

[detective!bucky barnes x reader]

summary: detective barnes and his partner are the star team at precinct 75. one threat could tear it all apart.

warnings: idiots in love. mention of canon level violence/wounds. author stretches her knowledge of law and order to the limits.

a/n: thank you to @missraion for the prompt idea: "I love them but don’t see those a lot, a detective!au with bucky who’s secretely in love with his partner? plenty of banter and longing looks and they’ve got each other’s back kinda vibe, y’know"

enjoy!

John Walker lays dead at her feet, and that’s the beginning and the end of Bucky’s relief when he arrives on the scene.

The block is crawling with officers and agents evacuating the residents of the apartment building adjoining the alley in which Walker’s body lies, and the lights flashing against brick create dancing spots behind his eyelids every time he blinks. Bucky watches his partner as the paramedics wrap her shoulder. She winces. He inhales too hard and chokes on cigarette smoke, forcing Sam to pause mid-sentence to clap him on the back.

“--she sustained three shots, two were blocked by her vest. The third is lodged in her shoulder but it’s not serious. Small caliber like the rest, it was a through-and-through.”

Bucky grunts, glancing at the notebook Sam holds out, but his words are mangled. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her shake hands with the medic and make her way towards them. Without greeting her, he holds out his hand. She takes the half-burnt cigarette from him, and inhales deeply.

“How’d you take him down?” he asks.

“Slit his throat.” Smoke escapes from between her lips at her admission. Her eyelids are heavy, and she’s clearly upright by the grace of adrenaline alone. “Can I bribe you to give me a lift to the hospital?”

“What’s that ambulance for, huh?” Sam asks.

She rolls her eyes. “You payin’?

Bucky inclines his head toward his black unmarked cruiser and looks to Sam. “Can you spare me?”

Sam nods. “Go. I’ll bring you up to speed tomorrow.”

He outpaces her by enough distance that he has the air conditioning blasting at arctic levels by the time she slides into the divot she’s worn into the seat after five years of partnership. The remains of Bucky’s cigarette get flicked from between her fingers out the window as he pulls away from the crime scene.

“You slit his throat,” Bucky murmurs without realizing he’s speaking out loud. His mind swirls as he dodges through the thick afternoon traffic.

She snorts. “Sheer dumb luck.” He can feel her gaze on the side of his face but Bucky can’t bring himself to look at her. “He garotted himself on my cufflink.”

“Jesus.”

“You took your time.”

Bucky tightens his fingers on the steering wheel. “Contrary to what you might think, I can’t teleport, and my partner didn’t tell me she was pursuing a lead on our case.”

“Karli should’ve been alone!” she huffs. “We had no reason to believe he’d be there. It was supposed to be a quick conversation to clarify her interview from last week.”

It’s been like this, lately–the instant, fiery arguments the moment they’re alone in the car. Amongst their compatriots, they’re both professional, but every time he turns around, she does something else to push his buttons… to the point where Bucky’s hackles rise the second he smells her perfume every morning. He’s preemptively angry with her for her inevitable recklessness, her flippancy, her impulsive choices which steal his sanity. This feels particularly cutting, now that her normally pristine button-up is soaked through the shoulder with her ruddy blood.

“Kid–you didn’t even tell me that much,” Bucky growls. “What the hell were you doing? If I hadn’t forced you to share your damn location with me on your phone when we first got partnered, who knows how things would’ve gone down today! I called for backup from the Jersey Turnpike! It’s bad form, and it’s your own fault you got shot. You’re lucky I’m not makin’ you walk to the hospital.”

“Jesus–I fucked up! Is that what you want to hear?”

“Explain why you walked into that apartment with your vest on if you thought it was gonna be as simple as talkin’ to Morgenthau.”

She sighs. “I always wear it when I’m going in alone.”

“Bullshit.”

“Shit, Barnes! You don’t fucking know how often I wear my vest or why, okay? How would you know if I was wearing it? You’ve never seen me in the field without my jacket.”

“I cut your fucking shirt off the first time you were shot on duty! I know your body. Like it or not. And lying to me about it is definitely not gonna make me less pissed off!”

“You’re being an asshole right now.”

“You’re damned right.” He screeches into the parking lot of the hospital and pulls up under the ER overhang. “Get out of my fucking car.”

“I hate you.”

“Real mature, detective.”

Bucky stares straight ahead as she gets out of the car, but he can’t help but flinch when she slams the door shut. Only then does he turn his head… she’s watching him. He forces himself to keep her gaze, unblinking. Her brows furrow in a combination of pain and fury, surely mirroring his own scowling expression. Slowly, she raises her hand and raps her knuckles on the door. Against his better judgment, Bucky depresses the button to roll down the passenger window.

“What?” he seethes.

“One thing.”

He raises an eyebrow and waits for her to go on. She leans down so she can see him better, and shakes her head.

“Are you pissed that I didn’t tell you? Or are you mad you couldn’t kill him yourself?” She shrugs, and pats the window frame. Her lips press into a thin line as she straightens. “Because you sure as hell don’t seem to give a shit that I survived.” Then, she’s gone, striding towards the hospital like she didn’t take a slug to the shoulder less than an hour prior.

Bucky can’t do anything but stare after her, because for the last few hours, he has done nothing but drive like hell to reach her, and pray to a god he doesn’t even believe in that she comes out of the encounter unscathed. Please God, don’t let her die. Let me get to her. This is not her fucking time. The moment the APB went out alerting all personnel that Walker had been spotted, Bucky bargained with dead gods that his partner wasn’t dumb enough to try to find him by herself–especially once her location pinged to the very neighborhood Walker typically haunted. The fact that she had merely been struck once by a bullet from the gun which was responsible for seven deaths around Brooklyn was a miracle. Not enough to make Bucky a religious man, but enough to remind him that his partner was no more answerable to him than she was dear. They were investigative partners in an unmarked cruiser during the day, and then Bucky went home alone at night, to a cat who fancied herself some kind of deity.

Realizing how he felt about his partner of five years had been the worst day of his adult life, prior to this one, when the abject terror of losing said woman felt not only possible, but inevitable. Which case would it be? What kind of bullet?

Bucky rips open the glove compartment for a fix, but his faithful box of smokes is empty. Damn her. It was her turn to buy, and instead, she went and confronted the most notorious criminal they’d ever dealt with… alone. He throws the empty box against the windshield and let an angry scream loose.

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He stares at the locator app well into the evening to make sure her little blue dot hasn’t budged from the hospital. It doesn’t. When he wakes up again to his blaring alarm, there is one change to her location: he can’t see it anymore. This user has not shared their location with you.

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“You look like shit.”

“You’re no looker yourself, Wilson.” Bucky rucks up his sleeves and rubs his face. He didn’t shave away yesterday’s scruff so his chin is prickly. When he glances at the preternaturally handsome sergeant, he grimaces. “Nevermind. Fuckin’ walking GQ cover model.”

Sam snorts. “I feel the affection, Barnes, thank you.” He slaps a folder down on Bucky’s desk and crosses his arms. “You ever read a file that made your skin crawl? Because that is gonna give you permanent goose bumps.”

Bucky frowns. “What is this?”

“That is what your partner found in Karli Morgenthau’s apartment yesterday.”

Bucky stares at the nondescript folder for a second. “This is why she was there?”

“Just open it.”

He does. His chair clatters to the ground as he stands in shock, leaning over the photograph–clearly taken through a window from a long distance–of his mother, Winnie Barnes, standing in her kitchen with his little sister Rebecca. The next photo is of his father watering his beloved herb garden, and then there’s one of Bucky, sitting beside his best friend Steve at the hole-in-the-wall dive they frequent every Saturday night. There’s codes to his building notated beside extensive details about his schedule, his family and their corresponding addresses…

“She had good reason for not telling you what she was doing,” Sam murmurs. Then, he holds out a sheet of paper, printed with a text conversation between Sam and her. One line is highlighted.

don’t care if he’s pissed. w wants b dead. k says hes going for winnie tonight.

Bucky tosses the paper down and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus.”

“I knew she was going in alone, Buck.” Sam leans against his desk and crosses his arms. “The second she sent that text, I dispatched two cars to watch your parents’ house. They’re safe.”

“Steve?”

“Still in Alaska with Nat.”

“Thank god. Fuck.” Bucky dares to look at Sam, then. “Should’ve told me.”

“We didn’t know the extent of his plans. The only reason she even thought to visit Karli is because her boyfriend Lemar blabbed to one of our informants at Howlers that The Cowardly Killer wanted to go after bigger fish, like good ole’ Detective Barnes of the 75th precinct.”

“...Oh. That’s why you sent me out of town.”

“Yes. And this morning… Lemar Hoskins was apprehended trying to flee on a 5 am flight to Bermuda, with his girlfriend in tow, and the exact gun we’ve been looking for to connect the other murders.” Sam perches on the corner of Bucky’s desk as he slumps back into his desk chair in shock. “It’s over, man.”

The case they pursued for months, it’s just… over. Simple as that.

Bucky doesn’t remember walking out of the station, only that he isn’t in any condition to drive, so he comes to consciousness again clutching a pole on the subway. He doesn’t need to think about where he’s going because it’s ingrained in his muscles. The skies open up for a much-needed midsummer shower almost as soon as he emerges from the underground, but he doesn’t care.

He’s soaking when her door swings open. She stares at him in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, reasonably.

Bucky steps forward until they’re toe-to-toe, and eases the door handle from her grip. He shuts the thing with a soft kick behind himself, never taking his eyes off of hers. Where to even begin?

She’s in her police-issued sweats; he has an identical pair back home, but he’s certain he doesn’t look quite so… lovely, in them. She looks down in embarrassment, or something like it. He springs forward to catch her chin, tipping her head up so he can search her eyes for the end of the right thread. The dark circles beneath them do the trick.

“You okay?” he rasps.

“Didn’t sleep. My shoulder is killing me, and I keep feeling his blood seeping through my fingers. I, uh…” she clears her throat and steps out of his grasp. “Tried to keep him from bleeding out, actually. But Karli was just screaming and I was so shocked. One minute I have him on the ground in a headlock, and then–yeah. Try closing your eyes and not seeing that all night long.”

“You revoked your location.”

“You still found me, so I don’t know what good it did. I was pissed. I’m pissed, still. If I didn’t go in there, I might’ve been speaking to your corpse right about now.”

“After yesterday, I thought you might enjoy that.”

“Only if I’m the one to kill you, Barnes.” She smiles. Just one corner of her soft lips turns up, but it’s enough to say I forgive you. But he hasn’t earned it, yet. She does that. Forgives him too easily, for his moods and temper… for forcing protocol when it’s not necessary, for kicking her out of his car at the entrance to the Emergency Room instead of walking her inside to make sure she is alright. She has every right to be angry.

But he doesn’t.

Her phone alarm sounds, so she hastily turns it off. “It’s time for me to take my pain stuff, you mind?”

“Go on.”

“You want a beer?”

“You have beer?” he chuckles, knowing full well that she prefers to drink a hearty glass of red wine or straight-up bourbon.

“That’s the only thing in my fridge right now,” she admits. “It’s still there from game night last month.”

“I’ll have one. But I’ll get it, you take your happy pills.”

She disappears into her bedroom and Bucky finds the beer he brought to her house the last time they were on good terms… What went wrong? He cracks open the can and takes a sip of the citrusy brew. It goes down easy, but he holds the cold aluminum against his cheek. He’s flushed, he’s still wet–Bucky fishes her hand towel from its home draped over the oven handle, and rubs the thing over his hair aggressively. She clears her throat. Bucky wheels around.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

She takes in his rumpled hair, which sticks out with the same tumult inside that very head, and she covers a laugh behind her fingers. Gently, she tugs the towel out of his hands, and dabs at his temple, where a drop of water streaks downward. Her fingers calm the fury of his hair as best as they can.

“Should you be standing?” he asks gently.

“No,” she laughs. “But you know me.”

“I do.”

“Stubborn.”

“Dangerously so.” He raises both brows to dare her to challenge the observation, but she nods.

“Especially when my partner is in danger.”

“Yeah… Sam showed me the file.”

She looks away. “Buck, that was just confirmation of what I’ve known for weeks.”

“What–?”

“Four, approximately. I have been racing against time to keep you from being his next victim.”

Bucky can’t speak, he’s so shocked. She points to the refrigerator, where a magnet holds up a nondescript envelope. He sets his beer down and plucks the thing from beneath the tiny photo of The Big Apple. Inside the envelope, printed in aggressive scrawl on yellow legal paper, is a note. It reads:

The White Wolf of Brooklyn can’t find me. What makes you think YOU can little girl? When I put him down like a dog, you’ll be sorry. Your precious detective. Maybe I’ll take him through your eastern window the next time he’s here. You’re nothing. He’s big game.

“I found that taped to my front door the morning after game night,” she murmurs. “I’ve been trying so hard to outpace him, while keeping you safe. I should’ve told you but I knew he had eyes on me enough to have observed us–”

“You’ve been picking fights,” he realizes.

She bites her lip. “To keep you safe.”

“It’s had me real fucked up, kid.” Bucky rubs his chin. “I got whiplash from you yankin’ me around.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I figured that if you knew, you would’ve tried to goad Walker into a confrontation and by then?” She shrugs. “He could’ve picked off everyone you love.”

Bucky glares at her. “What about you, huh?” He tosses the letter onto the counter and pins her to the wall, arms on either side of her shoulders. She winces and he cups her cheek in apology, without even thinking. As she freezes under his touch, Bucky swallows hard… and mirrors the gesture with his other hand, so he cradles her face in his hands.

“What the fuck would you expect me to do if he took you?” he whispers.

“He’d only do that to hurt you, and if we weren’t getting along, then… I wasn’t going to be used against you.”

“No–goddammit, he could’ve killed you today. How do you think I would’ve gone on with my life? Huh?” He thumbs her cheeks with a gentleness that opposes the angry desperation in his voice.

Her eyes search his sadly. “It’s a risk we take in our line of work, Buck.”

“Not needlessly. Doll–shit, on a good day? I can sense where you are at a scene without even looking at ya. We’re the dream team. When we’re solid, we’re untouchable. How many times have you feared for your life in the five damn years we’ve been partners?”

“I dunno. One?”

He shakes her gently. “Exactly. Exactly!”

“If you were in my shoes, what would you have done? I’ve spent every day of the last four weeks paranoid about you getting fed up with my attitude and showing up here to confront me, only for John Walker to make good on his promise. It was better for me to risk our partnership than your life.”

He levels his eyes with hers and huffs. “This partnership is my life.”

Her jaw opens and shuts. Her eyes flick to his lips. “You don’t mean that.”

“Like hell I don’t.”

Bucky is acutely aware that she’s nursing a gunshot wound, but he nevertheless captures her gasp of surprise between his lips and kisses her. It may be abrupt, but it isn’t hasty. He’s thought about this so many times that it feels like coming home. He is too worried about her injury to devour her the way he wants to, so he presses his lips to the corners of her mouth.

“If you’re not alive, I’ve got nothing,” he says fiercely. “That’s it.”

She groans. “Buck–”

“No. You should’ve told me what you knew.”

“You saved me, in the end.” She touches his jaw. “You turned me on to french cuffs in the first place.”

He wrinkles his nose. “You’re shitting me.”

“Seriously. I was wearing the cuff links you gave me for Christmas–”

“Secret Santa,” he corrects her with a soft, mischievous smile.

“Fine. The cuff links from my Secret Santa shaped like daggers were my saving grace. Even when he doesn’t know it, he has my back.”

Bucky shuts his eyes in relief, resting his forehead against hers. “I missed you.”

“I’ve cried in the bathroom three times this week, just from the hurt on your face. I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh. It’s over.” He pulls her against his chest gently. “You should be laying down, huh?”

“I’m in so much pain,” she whimpers.

Bucky sighs. “Doll–”

“Don’t start. It was important we have this conversation. But now that we have–can you be extremely kind and help me get comfortable?”

“What do you need?”

“I’d kill for a cigarette.”

“Fat chance,” he chuckles. “Besides, it’s your turn to buy our pack.”

“We should quit.”

“Not today.”

Twenty minutes later, she is propped on her bed in an elaborate pillow lounge, which enables her to recline as comfortably as one can when one’s been shot in the shoulder. He’s packed bags of ice around her bandages, ordered from the pizza shop down the street… but she’s asleep before it comes. Bucky doesn’t press her about reinstating his location privileges. Doesn’t really need to, considering that he posts up in the wingback chair beside her bed.

At some point, they’ll have to talk more about why it feels so good to kiss, because Bucky’s not about to sacrifice that great privilege. And there is the question of what to tell the chief, and when, but she’ll be on desk duty while she heals, anyway. For now… she’s safe, and she snores, and both of those facts are enough to ease his heart.

Part 2

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madmanwonder · 2 months

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Prompt

Crossover Fusion: Law and Crime: Mafia & Undercover Cop AU

Jaune notices Reina in his room as she confronts him about her offer. The blonde notices a paper on the desk behind her that will expose him as an undercover cop. So when she starts turning to his desk... he had no choice but to distract her by making out while. Hopefully it works and he can hide the paper without her realizing.

"Have you considered my offer Mr.Arc~?" The tough, strong voice of Reina Mishima.

Jaune felt his breath stop as he stared at the tough, beautiful, smirking woman standing close to his desk...where a piece of paper that would expose him as an undercover cop which be very very very bad for him and his loved ones.

"Well...I'm waiting Mr.Ar-MMH~!!!" The Oyabun of the Mishima Clan let out a muffled moan when Jaune strode up to her in great steps and captured her lips in a soul-searing make-out session that all but stole her breath away to distract her to hide the shreds of evidence.

God help him.

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lokidokieokie · 9 months

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Tangles Lies | Chapter #1 - Partners in Crime

Series Summary: Loki and Y/n were some of the most formidable criminals of the gang The Avengers. On a heist, the one thing they didn't plan for happened: they got caught. And what's the best way to ensure they can't testify against each other? They pretend to be married. Only one problem...they pretty much hate each other.

Based on @deity-prompts' fabulous prompt: A and B are part of a criminal group. When they’re caught, they pretend to be married so that they can’t testify against each other in court.

Pairing: Criminal!Loki Laufeyson x Criminal!Fem!Reader

Warning(s): mob!au themes, mentions of thievery, general stupidity, my bad humour, mob violence, possible gore, mild angst, possible references to death, lemme know if I forgot anything

In the sprawling city of New York, a clandestine world thrived beneath the surface of law and order. Loki, a cunning an enigmatic figure, helped rule the shadows with his silver tongue and a hint of mischief in his piercing green eyes. He was a true mastermind in the art of deception.

And then there was you--a woman of unparalleled intellect and allure, with a reputation that matched Loki's in every single way. But you were no ally; you were a rival, each of you vying for dominance in the criminal underworld.

Despite your mutual animosity, you were both members of the infamous gang The Avengers--a tight-knit group that thrived on pulling off audacious heists; heists that others could only dream of. And tonight, fate had conspired to throw you and Loki together for a mission that could solidify your status within the gang.

The target was a priceless artefact; one hidden deep within the heavily guarded confines of the city's most secure museum. The heist required extreme precision, timing, and a well-coordinated plan. You knew you couldn't do it alone, and Loki, much to your chagrin, was assigned as your mission partner.

As you stood together outside the museum, the tension between you was palpable. "This should be fun," Loki quipped, a smug smile on his face. "Working with my favourite rival, that is."

You rolled your eyes, unimpressed by his attempt at charm. "Oh, please, spare me the pleasantries," you retorted. "Let's just get this over with so I can go back to stealing things in peace!"

Loki chuckled, clearly basking in your annoyance. "As you wish, my dear adversary. Shall we proceed with our extremely cunning plan?"

With a nod, you began to outline the intricacies of the heist, exploiting each other's strengths while ensuring the keep a watchful eye on any opportunity to outdo the other. The museum's layout, security systems, and patrol schedules were meticulously discussed as you both crafted a plan that was sure to confound anyone who dared to stand in your way.

As you entered the museum, disguised in sleek black attire, the adrenaline began to surge through your veins. You exchanged a knowing glance, acknowledging the thrill of the challenge ahead.

The heist progressed flawlessly, a symphony of coordinated movements and unspoken communication. Your rivalry had turned into a delicate dance of skill and cunning, each of you anticipating the other's moves with a begrudging respect.

At one point, as you expertly bypassed a laser grid, Loki's voice danced with amusement. "Not bad, Y/n. Not bad at all. But you're still a few steps behind me!"

You shot him a glare, "We'll see about that, Laufeyson. I'm just warming up."

With a theatrical flourish, Loki retrieved a small, gleaming device from his pocket. "Let's see if you can keep up with this," he taunted, activating the device with a triumphant smirk.

To your surprise, a hidden vent opened in the ceiling above you, allowing Loki to gracefully ascend and evade the laser grid. He looked down at you, a self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Show off," you muttered, but the corners of your lips betrayed a hint of amusement.

Loki laughed, basking in your acknowledgement of his clever move. "Oh, come now, Y/n. Where's your sense of adventure?"

With renewed determination, you followed Loki's lead, leaping and dodging through the maze of security measures.

As you reached the heart of the museum, where the priceless artefact was displayed under bulletproof glass, you exchanged a knowing glance with Loki. This was the moment that would determine your success or failure, and you both knew it.

With a nod, Loki initiated the final phase of the plan. As the distraction unfolded on the museum's opposite side, you moved with calculated precision, slipping through the shadows and disabling the electronic barriers with ease.

The moment your fingers made contact with the glass casing, a tingling sensation coursed through you. It was as if the artefact recognised its impending liberation, and the connection sent a thrill down your spine.

But just as you were about to secure the artefact, a gut-wrenching sound echoed through the halls--an alarm had been triggered.

Your eyes widened, "Shit! We've got to go!"

Loki rolled his eyes, "You don't say? Why don't we just wait and have some tea with the police?"

"Now is not the time for your quips, you asshole," you spat.

Just as Loki was about to spit something back, you both heard the sound of footsteps. "Museum Security! Come out with your hands up!"

"Do they really think that we'd be scared of them?" Loki whispered.

"Not now, Laufeyson!"

Together, you and Loki navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, staying one step ahead of the security team that was now in hot pursuit of you both. The museum was now a maze of danger, but you both managed to move in harmony, being driven by a shared goal and an unspoken understanding.

As you burst through the museum's doors and into the night, the artefact safely concealed under Loki's coat, you exchanged a knowing glance. Despite the obstacles, you had done it--together.

Just as you thought you were in the clear, the sound of police sirens echoed in the distance, growing louder with each passing moment. You and Loki exchanged a glance of realisation--you both had been caught.

As the handcuffs came out, you couldn't help but glare at Loki; anger and adrenaline coursing through your veins. "This is all your fault," you hissed.

Loki scoffed, the corners of his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. "Oh, please. You're the one who tripped the alarm, Y/n. I was simply trying to clean up after your mess."

"This all would've gone smoothly if I wasn't partnered with you!" You shot back, glaring at him with a mix of frustration and grudging admiration.

"We can argue about your faults later," Loki said, his voice low and urgent. "Right now, we need to find a way out of here."

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 4 months

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Is there any Fanfiction where kurt or blaine are arrested? Either by innocent or guilty people? Maybe they met in prison, or maybe they are already together and one of them is arrested, even if innocent. (Not mafia style or toxic relationship stories)

#glee #klaine #kurthummel #blaineanderson

Don't forget out policeman!Blaine or Policeman!Kurt tags! ~Jen

Here are some:

You Stole My Breath Away by teilo

Blaine is an FBI agent assigned to the Art Crime Team. He is investigating a rash of valuable works of art that have been stolen and at one point belonged to Jewish families during World War II.

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Catch Me If You Can Verse by afterthenovels

In the end, catching Kurt Hummel is definitely not what Blaine expected.

Special Agent Blaine Anderson catches con-man and art thief extraordinaire Kurt Hummel twice, and on the second time they strike a deal. They’re supposed to just solve white collar crimes together, but they might even end up solving each other in the process.

A White Collar AU.

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Perfectly imperfect by @catcat-85

Golden Globe winning actor, Blaine Anderson went to prison for a murder he did not commit. After 5 long years, he has escaped from prison, and in a desperate need to get to a safe house before he can leave the country; he kidnaps Kurt, and forced him to drive him to a secluded cabin nestled in between the snowy mountains in Vermont. For Blaine, it’s his last chance for freedom. Falling in love is the last thing on Blaine’s mind. It’s not part of the plan. And for Kurt, it’s a terrifying situation that disrupts the impeccably perfect life he has created for himself. He’s outraged and angry at Blaine, and yet; he can’t help but believe Blaine is innocent.

Will the truth finally come out and Blaine be exonerated? Will the FBI catch him and put him back in prison? Will he and Kurt fall in love even in the most hopeless situation? Will love truly prevail all at the end?

Based on the novel, Perfect, by Judith McNaught. This is a story about two men who are complete opposites from one another; and yet, they complete each other in a perfectly imperfect way.

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Incapacitated by Love by musiclovingbitch

AU. Police Officer!Blaine

“I’m your ex, you are a cop, and I just got arrested for being drunk and disorderly”

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Cell conversation by accio_chris

Basically, they got arrested for disturbing the peace. Well, Blaine got. Kurt was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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Refuge by whatstheproblembaby

anons prompted: Kurt witnesses a crime and is wrongfully accused of it and so he has to hide to escape being arrested/jail. Cue running-from-the-law!Kurt who is very paranoid that he will get caught, he is alone and terrified. Blaine finds him sleeping behind his shed on morning: meeting, fluff, falling in love etc etc

#klaine fanfiction #fic finder #arrested!kurt #arrested!Blaine #convicts!klaine #police officer!Blaine

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◎ AO3 // P3ski ◎

Multi Chapter

More Than Our Parts

Pairing: Reed900 // Warnings: Explicit Content 18+

Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now being treated with greater severity, with many being subject to the same penalties as crimes against humans. While anti-android attitudes are on the decline, transforming the mindset of an entire city is no simple task.

A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner, RK900, have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' prompt a shift in perspective?

Status: Complete (20/28 Chapters Tumblr | 28/28 Chapters AO3)

Unbound

Pairing: Reed900 // Warnings: Eventual Smut 18+

Summary: In the aftermath of Detroit's android revolution, Nines grapples with the complexities of his newfound deviancy. As he seeks to establish his place in a newly transformed society, his resolve is put to the ultimate test when he is paired with Detective Gavin Reed—a notoriously volatile human with a well-established hatred for androids—to investigate a series of murders.

While initial impressions of his partner seem to suggest his reputation is well-deserved, the more time Nines spends with him, the more he is forced to challenge his judgments. As they form an unexpected bond, the RK900 is also pushed to examine truths about himself he would much rather seek to forget. Nines POV Retelling of 'More Than Our Parts.'

Status: In Progress (2/?)

Rule Of Nines

Pairing: Reed900 // Warnings: Graphic Violence, Smut, Dubious Consent 18+

In a world where loyalty is currency and compromise is weakness, Gavin Reed, a ruthless mobster, lives by his own rules. When an old enemy resurfaces with a deadly demand, his life is thrown into chaos—as his trusted second-in-command, Nines, is put to the ultimate test of allegiance. Will he stay committed to Gavin, or will the loyal guard dog begin to stray? Human Mob!AU

Status: In Progress (1/5)

Oneshots

Law & Mistletoe

Pairing: Chen300 // Warnings: Explicit Content 18+

Summary: At the yearly DPD Christmas party, Tina Chen is desperate to find company in someone other than the precinct Grinch. This comes in the form of Jasmine, a charming ST300 who works at reception. Following a kiss under the mistletoe, things quickly begin to escalate - with the night concluding at Tina's apartment. Takes place before the events of 'More Than Our Parts'

More Than Want

Pairing: Reed900 // Warnings: Explicit Content 18+

Summary: After a heat-of-the-moment kiss, Gavin finds himself increasingly preoccupied with fantasies of what might have happened next if his partner hadn't run away. Takes place during the events of 'More Than Our Parts'

Part Of You

Pairing: Reed900 // Warnings: Explicit Content 18+

Summary: Gavin and Nines have been dating for some time now, but unfortunate circumstances early in their relationship meant that they weren't able to 'push the limits' of their intimate life quite as much as they would have liked. This is about to change. Takes place after the events of 'More Than Our Parts'

up in smoke.

Pairing: Reed900 // Warnings: Explicit Content 18+

Gavin couldn't stand parties. Least of all, the ones that were hosted by his pretentious older brother. When the ‘small festive gathering’ he has been invited to turns out to be a networking event, he's quickly left wondering if things could possibly get any worse—and then he runs into Nolan, his former colleague and ex-boyfriend. Modern-day Human!AU

GAVIN

Pairing: Reed900 // Warnings: Graphic Violence 18+

Summary: Gavin Reed is a lonely teenage boy - bullied relentlessly at school and kept firmly in check at home by his fanatical mother - but there is a fire inside of him which begs for release. After an incident in the school showers, this fire presents itself as a newfound ability. Will he take advantage of this unexpected change to punish those who have wronged him? Carrie (2013) Human!AU

stay with me.

Pairing: Reed900 // Warnings: Explicit Content 18+

Summary: After the untimely death of his older brother, Gavin becomes the sole beneficiary of his substantial wealth—as well as his impressive estate. Upon investigating the property for the first time, he discovers that the house is managed by a hyper-intelligent Domestic AI known as Nines. As well as being able to complete any and all domestic duties, Nines goes to tireless lengths to ensure its user feels happy and fulfilled at all times. When you've got things this good, why would you ever want to leave? Domestic AI!Nines AU

Gavin Reed's Guide to Lowering the Bar

Pairing: Reed900 // Warnings: Explicit Content 18+

Gavin reluctantly embarks on a blind date set up by his best friend, Tina. First impressions of his date are promising until he notices the LED on their forehead. Will he be able to set aside his prejudices for a chance at love? (Or, at the very least, a chance to get laid.) Blind Date AU

#a comprehensive archive of all my fics to date #because i was struggling to find them all so i cant imagine how hard it was for everyone else #will update regularly #dbh fic #dbh #dbh fanfic #dbh fanfiction #reed900 #chen300 #tina chen x st300

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typically-untypical · 9 months

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im craving spontanious roadtrips/cheap motels/running from the law stories so im passing the prompts/vibes onto you <3

(if you want them)

I know you normally like Loceit but I took a different direction for this pairing ^_^ I wrote a Virus fic!!

Spontaneous Planning

AU: Criminals

CW: Remus typical conversations and behavior

WC: 1349

Date: August 1st, 2023

Virgil pulled up to the cheap motel in his even cheaper car. This was the third they had cycled through this week. He was glad his fear of losing his keys had made him learn how to hot wire a car but there was a small part of him that felt guilty about taking something that didn't belong to him. Then again, the car had been abandoned on the side of the road. That was a pretty good sign that no one was coming back for it. However, it was less of a good sign that the car was "clean". It had been the easiest thing they could get to while under chase so they'd probably have to dump this one after a few days as well. Trying to think five steps ahead, trying to figure out how they were going to get out of this situation, it had Virgil exhausted. He was running on fumes, but as soon as they got across country they would be fine, right? They could stop running once they made it to Virgil's contacts, they could hide and maybe even start over.

"Race you to the front desk!" Remus shouted as he bolted out of the car, not bothering to grab any of his stuff. Remus, his lover, his partner in crime, was chaos incarnate. This was why they balanced each other out, Virgil was the planner, he had all of the ideas, knew all the best routes to travel, but Remus was spontaneous. It was impossible to plan for the things Remus did and it helped Virgil get out of his own head sometimes. He didn't think, he just lived in the moment, excitedly doing whatever caught his fancy. Virgil loved that about him. Even if it was maddening at the same time. Right now, for instance, Virgil was exhausted. He wanted to curl into bed and get some rest before their early morning, but he was the one lugging the bags in while Remus ran about like a chicken with his head cut off.

Pulling both of their bags out of the car, Virgil made his way toward the front; Remus was already being handed a key to a room and ushering Virgil forward. How did he have so much energy this late at night? He didn't nap in the car, Virgil would have noticed. Maybe it was because Virgil had insisted on driving the entire day. Remus wasn't a bad driver, but he was reckless, and with them already being hunted, Virgil didn't want to add any other reason for the cops to chase after them.

"I got us the nicest room possible." Virgil knew it was a lie, mostly because they were trying to save money and splurging on the nicest room, even in a place like this where they obviously didn't ask questions, was more than they should be spending right now.

Remus led him to a room down the outdoor corridor, practically skipping down the way. He unlocked the door, throwing it open without a care to their neighbors. Virgil flinched. He wanted to be indiscrete, hardly a memory in anyone's head so they'd be harder to track. Remus was anything but indiscrete.

"See, whad I tell ya? Their finest room." He flopped onto the bed and it crunched in a way sheets weren't supposed to crunch. They were stiff, when was the last time these sheets had been properly cleaned? Virgil was beginning to regret having suggested this place, but they needed to save their money. Still, he couldn't help himself as the frustration oozed off of him. "I am not sleeping on that," He muttered, throwing open the closet door, to put down their bags. At least that looked clean enough. There were no roaches that made him shiver or suspicious stains that would have him up all night.

"You don't have ta," Remus said wiggling around on the bed, messing up the sheets and somehow making the space look more appealing. "You could always sleep on the floor, but then I'd have to join ya." He gave Virgil a flirtatious wink, causing a bit of red to run up Virgil's skin as he quickly turned back to the closet. Remus' insinuation almost made him forget about the place they were in, but as he looked down, surveying the carpet, it was easy to remember.

"I am not sleeping on this floor either." He wondered what color the carpet had been before it turned into this dingey faded gray.

"Well I don't know what other options you have Virgie. Sleeping in the car probably isn't the best idea since we are on the run and all, and I doubt that arm chair over there is any cleaner. So what do you suggest, Mr. Grumpy gills?" There was a playful suggestiveness in his voice. "Do you wanna sleep on me?"

Virgil slammed the closet door shut, balling his hand tightly. "Remus, could you stop, for just a few minutes?"

Now that caught Remus' attention and he sat up on the bed, pushing himself toward the edge. "Virgil-"

"No, stop, before you ask I'm not regretting what I did, I'm not upset that we're on the run together I just..." He sighed, walking over to Remus and looking down at his boyfriend before collapsing into the other man's arms. "This is a lot for me, okay? This place isn't very clean and it has my anxiety spinning. It's a big change and you know I don't do well with change. There's a lot of uncertainty and I don't do well with that either. I just need to know everything's going to be okay."

Silence fell between the two of them as Remus began to gently rub Virgil's back. "I can't promise you that, I don't know what's going to happen next but I can promise to be by your side. I got you into this mess and I plan on sticking with you until we are out of it."

Virgil let out a shaky laugh as Remus wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling him closer. "You better, thanks to you I've got no where else to go."

Remus laughed. They both knew it wasn't completely true. They were running to Virgil's brother. Virgil had people he could rely on. Remus also had a brother but they hadn't spoken in almost a decade. "You can always come back to my arm... or cum on my arms. I'd like that too."

Virgil snorted and at that moment there was a knock at the door. It wasn't fair that their little heart to hear was being interrupted but before Virgil could panic, Remus shushed him.

"I was expect this knock, don't worry." He got up, scooping Virgil up as he did. Next thing Virgil knew he was being plopped onto the messy bed and Remus was walking away, giving him a little smirk. "I've got a surprise, just wait there."

Remus opened the door and another man's voice filled the room. Virgil was already going for the pocket knife in his boot, just in case.

"We have brought this up per your request."

"Thanks!" Remus chimed, shuffling around before he shut the door. It wasn't long before he came back into view carrying a military cot.

"I knew you weren't gonna wanna sleep in the bed, but I wanna keep you by my side so I had them bring up a cot, and I stored one of our emergency blankets in my pocket like a condom when you weren't looking." Remus cackled. He was spontaneous, but he had started thinking things through for Virgil. It made him melt.

"Thanks Re."

"Anytime, lovebug." Remus said, popping open the cot and setting it next to the bed so they would still be close.

Virgil shivered, "Don't mention bugs or I might not sleep at all."

Remus cackled again, "I could give you another reason not to sleep." Virgil hit his arm gently but relaxed as Remus gave him another hug. They would get through this because they were together.

Tag List: @simplestoryteller @fantasticfangirl21 @joylessnightsky @glacierruler

#sanders side fic #fanfic #untypical creations #virgil sanders #remus sanders #dukexiety #I still think the fact that the “official” ship name for these two isn't Virus is a crime against fanfic #Hotel room #There's only one bed. They are dating. They still don't sleep together XD

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hood-ex · 1 month

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oooo what mafia au or mafia stories prompted the post??

I've read quiiite a lot of mafia boss fics throughout the years that contributed to such thoughts lolol buuut my thoughts were triggered today by a flower shop/mafia boss fic. It's an Ateez fic. I don't remember if you're into kpop or not, so not sure you'd have interest in it, but I'll send it to you if you are.

Honestly don't think I've ever read a mafia boss fic with Dick. Maybe a crime family fic with him and a few of the other bats. That was a longgg time ago though, don't even remember the story. I never really seek out fics where the bats are on the opposite side of the law, but if I happen to stumble across them, I'll take a look and see if they interest me.

No but in another fandom there was a mafia boss fic where the antagonist chopped off the SO's finger and sent it to the mafia boss in a box, and that's the type of shit that makes those fics so good.

#this takes me back to when i was like 12 and sobbing in my room bc one of the gang members in a mafia boss au got killed #no but it's always a good time when a flower shop is involved #it's a bit overdone like the coffee shop au but also not #bc it's always paired w something interesting like a tattoo shop / mafia boss / record shop / bakery / magic user / etc.#yeah idk i can't really bring myself to read coffee shop or library AUs anymore #but i'm usually always down for flower shop/X fics #replies

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BTD Mystery Room AU: DC Oleander's Little Secret

Summary of the AU: Despite his protest, Lawrence Oleander became a newly promoted detective constable. He loathed the promotion because he was comfortable being an officer and had much spare time to visit many flower shops during his patrol. He was assigned to be an assistant to an infamously feared inspector in the whole unit, with near-perfect records of catching the culprits, and many assistants kept asking to be moved out due to the harsh working conditions. And when Lawrence entered his new office, he was met with a pair of fox ears peeking out of the table, a voice grumbling about where he had put his case file, and a fluffy tail gently waving towards him. That's how he found out his boss is a childish, short fox beastkin with a knack for misplacing his things and the alter he has due to his CDD. [This AU is mainly Lawrence x Ren]

Ren is a very observant man despite his hyperactive nature.

Ever since he had Detective Constable Oleander—or as he often called him, “Law”—as his assistant to help with his overspilling case problem, his eyes always watched the taller man’s habit during all their constant visits to multiple crime scenes. Something that made his eyes glistening in the dark, full of amazement.

The first thing that Law always does during their investigation is to go straight to the place where the corpse was found, stare at the body for a couple of minutes, put his hands together, and quietly mutter words while closing his eyes before ending the routine with a slight nod towards the corpse and continuing the investigation.

Fox deduced it was just a tiny prayer to respect the dead, but Ren wanted to know the truth straight from the assistant’s mouth.

So here he was, doing paperwork related to his last case quietly in his office, with orange eyes sometimes wandering to the taller man across him, also filling up reports for The Commissioner on his desk.

You have the chance, kid. Ren could feel Fox’s voice on his head, prompting him to put down the pen and entirely focus on the conversation inside his mind.

C’mon, he’s busy, Fox! His gaze is now positioned directly towards Lawrence. Look at him, hunching his back like a giraffe trying to fit into this room. Tall and cute, and I would hug him—

Fox let out a gagging noise. God, you have a crush on him.

Wha— no!! No, I am NOT!!!

Look at your face right now, kiddo. Ren could feel his face internally gripped by Fox and was forced to look at the version of his older alter. Flush across your face, slight cold sweat, hands fidgeting absentmindedly, pupils dilating, and— Fox jabbed his knees lightly, but somehow it’s making him lose balance. —wobbly, weak knees. I’m 92,7% sure you’re lovesick.

The migraine slowly set in the more he’s trying to argue, making the current fronter groan in discomfort, breathing getting shallower. He blinked a couple of times and slowly counted to ten internally.

This is why he doesn’t like focusing too much on the innerworld of his mind; it’d make him feel terrible physically.

“Ren?” His fox ears perked up, picking up his assistant's familiar, gentle voice. Right before him, Law stared at him, bright blue eyes seemingly glowing under the shadow cast by the sunlight against his back. The other tilted his head slightly, leaning forward, tips of their noses almost touching. “Are you alright? Did something happen?”

Ren could feel his face heating up, but he was trying to ignore the bubbling euphoria in his chest and more of Fox’s pestering inside his mind. “Sorry, just been thinking hard.” He let out a small laugh, grinning as per usual. “Actually, I wanna ask ya somethin’, Law.”

“Hm?” One of his eyebrows raised.

“I’ve been wondering about your…” Prayer? Routine? “...habit, with the victims of our cases.” He still remembered the first time he saw how the other did his thing.

The lack of light in his eyes, devoid of any life. Yet he still chanted those words like an ancient magic spell.

Law straightened up his back, the corner of his lips tugging upwards slowly. “My mother.” He inhaled. “Most of my family members work in the medical background. My mother is a heart surgeon, and both of my older sisters are nurses in a local community hospital.” The memories of the inspector’s hospital days rushed over him, and he couldn’t help but brush his thumb over his wrist, tracing the faded scars staining his tanned skin. “My family used to pray for the ones who didn’t make it to the emergency room or those who succumbed to their illnesses. A prayer to let the souls be in peace.”

(Ren couldn’t imagine Lawrence in a doctor’s coat nor a medical scrub worn by nurses and doctors alike. The man was so obsessed with death that he’d probably be waiting for multiple people to die patiently, in Ren’s honest opinion.)

Something was lacking in the statement, and Ren could feel Fox nudged him aside to give him room to front together. “Your father, Oleander?” It was Fox’s turn to ask now. Fingers carded his hair backwards, pushing away Ren’s signature messy bangs. A sign of the appearance of another alter.

The smile on Law’s face faded, and the lifeless eyes came staring back into his soul. “In jail. Attempted murder on drowning his son.”He growled, hands quickly grabbing the more petite figure’s shoulders, making him yelp in pain. His grip was like something a machine would produce; hard and wouldn’t be able to come off no matter how hard he tried to pry himself off.

“When I was little, I never believed in those prayers. I was so foolish at that time. Those prayers sounded like a nuisance.” The grip tightened, and Ren was sure it’d leave some awful bruise. “I was foolish. My father showed me the truth behind those prayers. He threw me off the boat in the middle of the lake and prayed to The River. I’ve seen The River, Ren. They are real. It almost carried me away to the other side. But it didn’t carry me to the light, Ren. It made me stay in the darkness—.”

The beastkin couldn’t catch the rest of the frantic mumbles without ignoring the evergrowing pain. The River? Is that the name of a place? A symbol of the afterlife? He couldn’t care less as he could feel the panic bubbling up his chest violently and ready to spill out.

Dangerdangerdangerdangerhelphelphelp—

I’ll handle this. Stay back and rest.

Then, the last thing he saw was the flickering light of life in the eyes of his assistant before the darkness set in, and someone took his position fully.

It was Fox’s time to come in full force, baring his fangs and snarling aloud. “DETECTIVE CONSTABLE OLEANDER, UNHAND ME AT ONCE, OR I’LL RIP OFF YOUR LIMBS AND EAT YOUR HEART!!!”

As soon as Lawrence loosened his grip, the beastkin pushed him away as far as he could and sat back down, cold gaze and fangs baring, and low growls emanated. His tail looked a lot puffier, an attempt to look large, compensating for his smaller stature.

A form of intimidation, the nature of many carnivorous beastkins.

The light of life finally came back to Lawrence, slowly processing what just happened in a short time. Fox couldn’t help but huff in relief. “Finally, you’re getting your senses back.” His lips pressed together tightly to form a slight grimace. “I thought something possessed you, and I almost tore your throat apart right there.”

“I…” Lawrence was about to speak but then averted his eyes. His body hunched forward, staring down at the ground. “I’m sorry, Inspector Hana…” He croaked, voice cracked. The way he folded his arms, fingers rubbing both of his elbows. It felt like he was smaller than what he usually looked like.

His assistant now looked like a wounded doe, silently waiting for death to arrive.

Very contrasting to him minutes ago. A raging buck that was about to stab him with his antlers.

Fox couldn’t stay angry for long. Despite his violent outbursts, this man is still a valuable department member. He is a fast learner, aware of his surroundings, and has good instincts and critical thinking skills under pressure. If he let this man go, he wouldn’t get the same mindpower no matter how many future assistants the Mystery Room gets.

“It’s alright.” He tried to raise his arm to hold the other’s hand, but the sharp pain on his shoulder made him wince. He almost forgot about the marks from the iron grip this beast had. “Get me an icepack. It should be in the breakroom’s fridge.”

The taller man quickly rushed outside for some moments before returning with the mentioned item, wrapped in a thin towel. It was a considerate small gesture that the inspector appreciated the most.

“May I…?” Lawrence gestured the towel bundle towards the shoulder, and Fox nodded, letting his assistant press the cold pack onto one of his shoulders, biting his lip to hold back the pained noises. He could even see the reddish handprint marks peeking from under his short-sleeved shirt and grimaced once more.

Silence finally settled in comfortably between the two of them. Only their breathing could be heard. Occasionally, small gasps escaped from the beastkin’s lips, holding back the pain of the bruise being pressed a bit too hard for his liking.

A beastkin often follows their instincts, even when the human side suppresses the beast’s nature. And Fox couldn’t help but lean closer to the taller man, gently sniffing his skin and inhaling the natural scent. Many humans don’t realise that most of their scents carry distinct aromas other than the stink of sweat, and Ren uses this knowledge to solve crimes that even the homicide department couldn’t solve.

Fox could detect whiffs of wet soil and grass, rotten wood, and burnt pinewood tar. Something you would smell during a camping trip in the middle of a mountainside. Hints of the smell of rain and rotting flesh started to appear the longer he sniffed the other, now scrunching his nose and leaning away.

“You stink.” No clarification of the scent, just him being blunt about it while not oversharing the information. “You showered every morning, I’m sure. You should invest in essential oils dabbed in your uniform if you hate those artificially mass-produced men's body sprays.”

“How do you-”

“Your hair is always slightly damp whenever you come into the office. I can smell soap from it, but none of the other scents, unlike many shampoos from convenience stores or body shops.” Lawrence slowly carded his hair, eyes widened, and now leaning closer towards his face. “And when the Commissioner visits the office, you always put up a good distance between you and him with a scrunching-up nose and holding a finger under it, possibly to block out the overwhelming smell from that bastard’s cologne. You would do the same thing whenever anyone with a strong perfume smell comes into our office— hey, you’re too close, Oleander.”

His response only got a small sheepish grin from the other. “Sorry, you sound very alive whenever you’re deducing.”

Fox narrowed his eyes, ignoring his own slightly heated face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I can hear it. The unwavering confidence in every sentence of yours.” Lawrence moved his hand from his hair to cup Fox’s face gently. “Not skipping a beat, nor stuttering. Ren did all of his analysis without any doubts. He’s a warm figure, like a sunshine in a field of sunflowers.”

A light slap is enough to swat away the hand from the beastkin’s now reddened face. “Stop seducing me, Detective Constable Oleander.” He sneered, pushing out the other’s face with his palm. “Unless you’re gonna tell me about the prayer, go fuck yourself.”

“I will when you’re nearing your deathbed, Inspector.”

“Is that your way of telling me you don’t want to tell me?”

The small, knowing smile from the assistant answered his question.

#btd #btd au #btd2 ren #ren hana #btd lawrence #lawrence oleander #tpof fox #minors dni #Yeah the ending is rushed I was stumped for DAYS

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