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kyosmommy · 2 years

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Salted Caramel

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Contains: Fem!Reader x Bodyguard!Daichi, Film noir au, gunplay, nicknames (doll, love, darling, good girl, and hun), Public sex (backroom), praise, tity sucking both receiving, thigh riding, un protected penetrative sex, grinding of all types, smoking, strangers to lovers, both Daichi and Reader switch power dynamics multiple times, guest starring Detective Sugawara, the phrase “worthless dicks” but not towards anyone, at the end theres a little surprise about Daichis abilities

“This is your new job; no room for argument.”

You sit in the detective's office, your identity concealed behind the drawn blinds. As negotiations continue, smoke flows past your parted lips and swirls in the air, filling the space between you. Detective Sugawara hired you off the record to sweet-talk a lead in his investigation and get him to spill information he normally wouldn't. Men are weak after a few giggles and batting eyes; they stop using their heads and start using their worthless dicks.

You get up from the little leather seat and put your cigarette out on the tray. "Alright, alright, don't go snapping your cap. As long as you pay what was promised, I'm happy to assist. I’ll decide on any extra fees later. ” While adjusting the straps of his pistol holster, you give him a teasing wink. His coat hangs off the back of his chair and his hair is all disheveled and messy. He might just be the next on your Dilf hit list. A little love never hurts no one. But right now, you’re curious about the mystery man in the dark. “Don’t think I haven't noticed your little guard dog watching back there. Who's the stud?”

“That's Sawamura, an old friend of mine and your new bodyguard. You're essential to this case so I can't put you in any sort of danger. ” Daichi pushes off the wall, making his way closer to the desk. “He’s trained in several different defenses and surveillance tactics. He’ll keep you safe; you have my word.“

Finally you can get a decent look at him standing beneath the light. Warm facial features, like when his eyes crinkle in the corner when he smiles, give a certain sense of peace. Gray and brown streaks run across his hair. He ages like fine wine. His body, on the other hand, screams all kinds of danger, shoulders broad and stiff, ready for anything. “Are you doubting the lady's ability to protect herself, Kōshi?” His tone is lighthearted and teasing, the kind you'd use with a friend. His voice was rich but sugary, like salted caramel. You’d do anything just hear him speak sweet words to you.

"The mayor normally goes to the same bar at the same time every night. You'll sit next to him and do your thing." Sugawara blatantly disregards the comment, clearly annoyed. "Pique his interest by laughing at his flat jokes and praising his politics. Feed into his ego a bit. Then ask him about the upcoming endorsement. I need to know where it's being held. That scumbag is up to something bad."

He walks away from his desk to rummage through a metal filing cabinet. He pulls out two files, one from each drawer. One is new and slim. The other is exceedingly thick and worn, looks like it's been around a while.

“Alright I get she's getting paid but what’s in it for me?” Daichi asks.

Stepping back, Sugawara throws the folders onto the desk in front of you. Both are labeled Daichi Sawamura. You reach to open the thicker one but only get a glimpse of a young Daichi’s mugshot before he slams his hand over it. He tenses ever so slightly.

“You get me not throwing you in jail. How about that?” Sugawara sends him a warning glare.

“And a pretty lady to spend the night with? What a steal.” Daichi quickly recovers back into his teasing tone.

“Hands off her. I'm warning you, you lay a single hand on her that isn't to push her away from a moving car and I'm hauling your ass to a cold concret cell where your only sense of escape is your own hand. Am I clear?” He gives your new bodyguard a hard, questioning stare. Which he only returns with a smug smile.

“Crystal.”

“Good. You have three hours before he gets to the bar. You’re going to wait outside until he gets there and go in after him. Stay close enough that it isn't obvious you're together.”

"Darling, this isn't my first rodeo; I know what I'm doing. No need to worry your pretty little head. I'll provide you with all the information you want and more." Your sweet words immediately soothe him. You’re sure of yourself and don't need anyone to tell you what to do.

“Good. Now go, get out and get this done. Good luck.”

“Yes sir.”

You both exit, leaving behind a very stressed detective. He knew pairing you two was a bad idea, but he was desperate and you’re the best option he has.

A blanket of fog covers the streets, bright lights from stores and businesses cast off and give the night a sense of purpose. You continue down the sidewalk together in comfortable silence for a little bit

“How do you know the detective?” You ask, curious about the file you saw.

"We've been friends since high school, but after we got to college, he went down the noble road, and let's just say I didn't. He always got me out of trouble, and I went to do it again. He warned me he'd lose his job as a cop if he continued to help me." Your heels clicking on the pavement and his shoes tapping on the little puddles seem to sync. "Don't blame me since I was a real jerk back then, but I eventually got him fired."

“Of course you did. That file looked like it could kill you with one hit.” He gives you a gruff chuckle.

"Yes, but that didn't seem to stop him. He started his own detective agency and, if you ask me, he's doing pretty well. But, doll, I could ask you the same question? You don't work for the company, so how do you know him?"

“I guess he has a thing for criminals.”

You turn on the street where the bar is. You go for the alley way across the street to get a good view of the door. The mayor should be there soon. You both give a relieved sigh as you lean back against the facing walls. Again both of you laugh in sync.

You take the chance to check out the man who’s supposed to be protecting you the rest of the night. Arms cross in front of his all too tight coat. His chest and biceps look like they’re going to burst through the fabric. Your mind fills with thoughts of running your nails across his broad chest, leaving red lines to mark him up. Tracing his muscles with your lips pausing to give his thighs extra attention. Your gaze stops at the front of his pants, noticing the slight bulge.

"If you don't want to get in trouble, I suggest you stop staring at me like that doll."

Your eyes trail back up his body to meet his eyes. “Is that a gun in your pocket?”

“I keep my gun in my coat." His eyes flicker with a certain playfulness that makes your blood run hot. “So what has little Ms. Perfect done to taint her record?”

“I have a nasty habit of wanting what I can’t have, so I take it. Like your pretty watch.” You reach into your coat pocket to take out a cigarette, placing it between your lips. Your sleeves slide down to reveal his watch adorning your wrist.

Pushing off the wall he leans in closer to you. He mirrors your confidence and reaches into his coat to hand you a lighter. Your silver lighter. “That’s pretty impressive darling.”

He flicks it open and moves the flame closer to you, never breaking eye contact. Finally he lights your cigarette and blows out the flame, letting you feel his warm breath on your cheek. He reaches down to your coat pocket and slips the lighter inside, letting his hand rest on your hip.

You caress the side of his face with one hand and hold your cigarette in the other, bringing his face to yours, barely brushing his lips.

“Open up handsome.”

He wordlessly follows your instruction letting you kiss the smoke into his mouth. His grip tightens as he deepens the kiss, pulling your hips closer to him. He wants to feel you closer, he needs closer.

Your hand moves to his hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck. You give his ear a gentle bite making him hiss in pleasure. Kissing up his jaw and down his neck leaving him a groaning mess.

Across the street a fancy black car pulls up to the bar. A man in a suit climbs out. He looks like the typical fat cat. Rich and an ego big enough for two.

“Where’s my security huh?!” He yells for the whole city to hear.

In response, Daichi perks up and groans. He pulls away hesitantly and rests his head on yours to catch his breath. He lets go of your hip with one last squeeze. You give him a desperate look, pleading him to stay and forget the mission. You need him.

He steps back and pulls off his large coat to reveal a crisp black suit underneath.

“The boss calls, I need to get to work. See you inside, doll.” He gives you one last wicked smile before jogging across the street.

“Mr. Mayor over here! Sorry I’m late. I should have been here before you.”

Of course, the ass has his own plan. Pretending to be the damn mayor's bodyguard to stay close to you. You quickly kill your cigarette and make yourself presentable, with a few finishing touches. You put on a more flattering shade of lipstick, undo a few buttons of your shirt, and open up your coat.

You quickly scan the bar for the mayor and his apparent 'security.' They're sitting on opposite sides of the curved high-top bar, almost facing each other if it weren't for the bartender in the way.

“The usual.” The mayor demands the bartender. He’s obviously used to getting what he wants, whenever he wants.

The bartender starts preparing the drink and putting ice in it. The mayor ditched his coat and blazer, leaving only his button-down shirt on. You quickly glance towards Daichi to see he’s done the same but his sleeves were neatly rolled up. His forearms exposed for your hungry gaze. Tattoos littered what little is exposed, obviously hinting to a much larger piece on the rest of his arm. Your curiosity gets the better of you as you start to wonder how far down they go.

When did you sit next to the Mayor?

“What’s today's special?” You ask the bartender to set up your innocent façade.

“She’ll have something sweet and light.” The mayor perks up next to you at the opportunity to order for you. His voice gets darker the more he speaks. You fight to hold down the whole body shiver that threatens to rack through you.

“Oh that sounds lovely. I don't come here too often.”

“It’s alright dear.” He places his hand over yours. He felt so cold and cruel compared to Daichi. You’d rather be across the bar clinging to his arm, stealing sips from his drink.

Minutes pass by as you warm up to the mayor. You humor him with fake laughs that seem genuine from an outside view but Daichi knew better. He knew you’d rather be with him, pulling his tie to get him impossibly closer. Hands roaming his body to grab on to whatever you can as he makes you his, claiming your pretty little cunt. His head began to hurt from how hard he was clenching his jaw. The drink basically shaking in his hand.

“Oh Mr. Mayor, you're too kind! Tell me more about your campaign. You can’t trust the word on the street these days. What’s better than right from the source?” You give him a playful wink. Taking a quick sip from your drink you notice Daichi staring right at you. His eyes tell you exactly how he feels about your acting. He can see right through your bullshit. You ignore his jealous gaze and give your attention back to the mayor.

“Well I guess I can’t keep a lady waiting.” He goes on to tell you about where the next event is so you can meet him there and cheer him on. He has to be all kinds of stupid if he actually thinks you’re on his side.

“Of course I'll be there. Maybe you could give me the V.I.P treatment while I'm there.”

“We could always leave n-“

As Daichi slams his drink down across the bar, a man with similar colored clothes as the mayor walks in and rushes towards you.

“They're asking for you outside sir! It’s about your upcoming campaign.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Now? I’ll handle this quickly. Don't go leaving now honey.”

The mayor rushes towards the door with the other man. Daichi without a hesitation crosses the bar and grabs hold of your hand. He ignores your protests and questions about where you're going. He leads you through several doors of what looks like the backrooms of the bar. Finally finding the room he wants he rushes you inside and locks the door behind him, throwing his blazer on the desk behind you.

“He’s so lucky his babysitter came to save him cause one more second of whatever the fuck that was and i would’ve lost it.”

“I was doing my job. Yeah he’s gross but I got what we needed.” You search his face in the dark room for any sign of emotion. You flick on the desk lamp to find him furious. He wanted to be the one you were gushing about. He wanted to be the one answering all your questions with pride. “Are you jealous?”

“Of him? Please.”

“Yeah? Cause this says otherwise.” You place your hand on the tent forming in his pants. “This tells me you haven’t stopped thinking of me.” You trace his outline gently, moving up and down. He leans into you shivering.

“Yes, I can't stop thinking about you.”

He was quick to move, grabbing your wrist again and pulling you towards an armchair in the office. Sitting down first, he holds you by the waist in front of him, just admiring you. He looks at you with big doe eyes, like you’re the prettiest thing in the world.

You grab hold of his shoulders and straddle his lap, giving his thighs an experimental squeeze. Laughing at your teasing demeanor he pulls you in for a kiss. You grind into his hardened dick, making him groan in response. Your lips make work of his neck, giving him slow soft kisses.

“The second his hands touched you I wanted to go over there and pull you away.” His voice was strained and whiny. You roll your hips into him again this time adding a bite to his neck. He gasps, jerking his hips up.

“Yeah baby? I’m yours now, show me how much you want me. How much you need me.”

He desperately paws at your shirt buttons, popping the last few open in annoyance. He places soft kisses on the exposed parts of your chest, stopping to nip at your collar bone. You continue grinding with soft open mouthed sighs. His nose traces your jawline as his hand sneaks behind you to unclasp your bra exposing you to his needy gaze. His shirt comes off next, your bare chests touching in a frenzy of desperation and want. You felt his hands touch every exposed part of your body and tug at what was left of your clothes.

“Off.”

The simple command sent shivers down your spine. Quickly snatching the zipper down on your skirt he pushes your hand away before you could finish sliding it off your ass himself. His hands smooth over your thighs giving them soft squeezes.

“Get my gun and lose the panties doll.”

Another irresistible command. You sway your hips as you walk over to the desk, if he was going to make you wait then you were definitely going to tease. He leaned back into the chair spreading his thighs, watching each and every movement you made.

Reaching into the pocket of his coat you pulled out his pistol. Engraved into the handle were the letters S.D.

“Look. Don’t touch.”

Giving commands of your own you began your little show. Feeling the cool metal of the gun against your skin makes you shiver, goosebumps erupting along your chest. You slowly trace the barrel of the gun across your tits. Moving it all the way down to your hips you catch the edge of your panties. You make contact with his heated gaze and hold it, never letting it waver. Slipping the gun into your panties you push them down your legs and carefully step out of them. You hold up the pretty piece of lingerie dangling off the end of the gun. You toss them in his direction which he catches.

“You're soaking for me. All pretty and exposed.”

“I wish I could say the same.” You hummed, pressing the barrel of the gun to his hard-on. “Off.”

You lifted your hand tapping his chin with the gun making him look up at you through his lashes. God he could cum on the spot. You had this commanding presence that made him crazy. Lifting his hips off the seat he slipped everything off. His dick resting on his stomach, small beads of pre dribbling down his length.

“Come here.” He reaches out for you.

You lower yourself back into his lap, taking your nipple into his mouth before you could settle. He suckles at it using one hand to tug at the other, giving both well deserved attention. Entangling your hand in his silvering hair you pull him further into you letting him bite and twirl his tongue around your sensitive nipples. You felt yourself dripping on his lap. Shifting your legs you moved to straddle only one of his muscular thighs. You felt yourself hovering, feeling unsure if you should.

“Use me all you need.” Were the only words you needed before you started grinding his thigh.

Your lips crashed together, swallowing your pretty moans every time he flexed his thigh and your clit throbbed. Grabbing onto your ass he guided your hips at a faster pace, purposefully making slick noises with your arousal. He loved it messy.

You pull away from the kiss trying to catch your breath only to gasp when he starts bouncing his thigh. Your mouth hangs open in uncontrollable pleasure.

“Not too loud love. Only I get to hear you.”

He pulls you back in, giving your lip a small bite. You suckled at his tongue making his cock twitch against his stomach. He felt your mouth curve into a smile at his reaction.

You felt the waves of heat and pleasure become stronger as you felt sweet release. “Don’t stop please”

“Don’t worry I got you.”

Finally pure ecstasy crashes through you. You claw at his chest trying to find some kind of grounding point, settling for his neck, you rest your forehead on his shoulder. He feels your shuddering breath and trembling body and a wave of pride washes over him. If he could make you feel this good without basically trying you couldn't even imagine what his tongue could do.

“You ok?” He circles your back soothingly.

“More than” He chuckles at your exasperated voice.

“Good cause I’m not done” He adjusts your position to his liking, now properly straddling his dick.

He slides his tip through your pussy circling figure 8’s around your throbbing clit and entrance. He stops to tease your slit, feeling you clench around nothing.

“Feel empty love?”

“Yes, need you please!”

Slowly he guides himself inside you groaning at your warmth. He grips your ass guiding you further down in shallow thrusts. Holding back the need to just slam you down on his cock and have you.

“Good girl, that's it. Just a little more.” You shiver at his praise. “Oh? You like being called a good girl don’t you? I can feel you squeeze me baby”

“Please, you feel so good”

You bounce gently encouraging him to start moving and pound into you. But he ignores your implication, laying back once again to watch you.

You lift your hips leaving only his head inside you, you tighten around him relishing in the way he moans. Reaching between your bodies you grab hold of him and stroke. You drag only his tip in and out of your slit in time with your hand. He gives a pained whimper at your tease.

He grabs hold of your hips trying to push into your warmth again, craving the feeling from earlier. You give a sound of disapproval.

“If you’re going to tease and expect me to do all the work then you take what I give you.”

“Yes ma’am” His voice is both teasing and desperate.

You take his perk nipple into your mouth, grinding down to take him all at once. He throws his head back in pure ecstasy. He tries to match your pace, rocking his hips into you.

“Please let me fuck you please”

He sounds so desperate to please you. Poor baby. You grab hold of his wrists and guide his hands to your hips.

“Your turn”

Placing a soft kiss on your chest he sets a fast pace.

“You tease too much doll”

His fingers dig into your hips pulling whines and moans from you. Waves of pleasure build through your body as you cling to him, fingers tangled in his hair.

“Don't stop, I'm so close please!”

“No way in hell am I stopping baby, feel s’good.”

Both of you cling and gasp in a desperate mess, lost in pleasure. Your orgasm washes over you in a haze, he follows you shortly after. His breaths fans your nose, foreheads pressed together as you come down from your highs.

“I think you can officially check me off your list doll.”

Taglist: @waka-chan-out @exaltedvalkyrie @cirigiri

#📃 the dilf list !#if you saw the original no you did not deff not re-posted #daichi smut #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura #daichi x y/n #sawamura daichi #hq daichi #film noir au #daichi haikyuu #haikyuu sawamura #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut

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greencheekconure27 · 2 months

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Whoops.

I've turned The Yeomen of the Guard into a murder mystery again. (With contributions from Mercury)

This time it's film noir -style.

@per4mancecheck thought you might enjoy this

#the yeomen of the guard #film noir au #gilbert and sullivan #gilbert & sullivan #yeomen of the guard

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theoniprince · 9 months

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Ich wollte (will) im Urlaub an meinen Storys arbeiten. Allerdings ist es viel zu warm und wir lassen die Seele am Meer/Pool baumeln. Mir juckt es aber echt unter den Fingern anzufangen. Muss endlich Esther/Jay für mein Seelenheil schreiben und das verbunden mit dem setting der AU... und natürlich Krabat!Adam qwq (wobei die Rollen da noch nicht fix sind) und all meine anderen angefangen WiPs (denke immer an dich, Moritz). Dienstag geht es nach Deutschland zurück. Mal sehen.

#j talks #thoughts thoughts thoughts #my writing #my ffs #aus #krabat au #film noir au #soko leipzig ff #tatort saarbrücken fanfic

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the-badger-mole · 1 year

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Film Noir AU 3

The set lasted about 45 minutes, but by the time Kitty took her final bow and left the band to play alone for the rest of the night, it felt like I'd only been sitting in that booth for a few moments. I've never been the sentimental type who gets lost in music, but between the band and Kitty's voice, it was...well, almost magical. I'd asked for a glass of water while I waited. Maybe that Jun dame slipped a Chong in my drink.

Kitty finally made her way over to my table, looking like danger in that red number she was wearing, and if it don't beat all how she managed to make the satins and velvets of the booth look real just by sitting down in it.

"Quite a voice you got there," I said as she settled in. "Makes me wonder why you're only covering instead of headlining." Kitty just shrugged.

"I've never been one to want the limelight all the time, Detective Kaji," she said. She brought her long, chestnut curls over one shoulder and tilted her head, exposing her long graceful neck in a move I'm sure she's practiced. "Besides, it's my name on the joint. I figure that's all the notoriety I need."

"Perhaps," I said. I sat back in my seat and thought of what to say next. The band was still on stage, playing some haunting melody. Between the music and the smokey haze around the room, I felt like someone was trying to cast some sort of spell. It was a good thing I had a strict no drinking policy while I was on the job, or I might've found myself too ossified to do what I came to do.

"Ms. Arnaq," I said, taking a long breath in. "Are you sure this is where you want to have this conversation?" Kitty raised an eyebrow at me and her entirely too enticing ruby lips turned up into a small smile, as if I'd just told her some amusing anecdote.

"Not at all, Detective," she said. "I just thought it'd be rude to ask you to come all this way and not at least offer you something to eat." She looked at the empty table between us, and then back at me.

"I don't make a habit of eating on the job," I told her. She sighed and then stood up.

"Then I suppose we can continue this meeting in my office." Kitty lead me away from the main dining room and into a room backstage.

Kitty's office, like the rest of the joint, had the air of borrowed finery. The dim light made everything look as rich and supple as the woman who ran the place, but beneath the smell of fresh flowers and gin, there was a slight musty odor. Not altogether unpleasant, but clearly indicating that Kitty hadn't been the first to lay claim to the velvet seats and intricate rug. I took the guest chair in front of the wide, wooden desk. I expected Kitty to sit in the highbacked chair on the other side, but instead she perched on top of the desk itself and crossed her legs. Dame had a set of gams that make a lesser man spend his last coin to keep her in all the furs and silks she wanted.

"Well, Ms. Arnaq," I said after a moment. "Any ideas who might want to cause harm to your brother?"

"Ha!" Kitty gave an unladylike snort that made me like her better. "Who doesn't have it in for him? You see, my brother is...very well connected."

"I suppose being the mayor will do that," I said. Kitty's brow arched high into her hairline, but I'll give her credit. That was the only show of surprise on her face.

"I see you're very good at your job," she said.

"It's why I get paid so well," I smirked at her. "Clever idea changing your last name. It took me a bit of digging to figure out the connection between Mayor Sokka Imiq and Katara Arnaq the soju-joint owner." For a moment- just a moment- Kitty looked rattled she crossed her arms and rubbed her elbows.

"I go by my mother's maiden name, and my brother kept the family name," she told me. "We decided a long time ago that the fewer people who know we know each other the better. My brother...well, he's good for this city."

"And you?" I asked, leaning forward in my seat.

"I keep folks entertained," she said with a shrug. "The best of society has been in my establishment- not that you'd ever get them to admit to it. It gives those that are considered the worst the opportunity to plead their cases without the complications of law getting too involved."

"I see," I said. "And being the mayor, your brother is..."

"He has necessarily kept his distance," Kitty said. "But he's more or less turned a blind eye to what I'm doing. I'm one of the few joints that hasn't been raided. My brother knows what I do is ultimately beneficial to his cause."

"And that cause is?" I was definitely intrigued. Kitty leaned forward, closing some of the distance I'd left.

"An end to the mob's hold on the city."

Part 1, Part 2

#zutara #atla #film noir au #zuko #the hard boiled detective #katara #the mysterious femme fatale #i wrote the first part of this in 2021 #imagine my surprise to find this as a prompt on the au bot twitter #au bot plots #au bot prompts #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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my-gf-timothy-jackson-drake · 2 years

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Film Noir AU that's kinda dumb because I'm dumb.

So Bruce Wayne becomes a Private Investigator and for some reason he has a bunch of kids working with him and the GCPD just doesn't question it at this point. They get the work done when their detectives are like "what the FUCK are we missing here?"

Anyway. This is a Tim Stan Blog, I wanna talk about him. Dick has his thing going on in Bludhaven with Babs. Jason is uhhhhh like. probably doing illegal shit, but for good. He keeps the more dangerous criminal in check. Damian is actually a child, he's still legally stuck to Bruce's side.

Tim and Steph strike it out on their own, working on the opposite side of town.

So Tim's doing his thing, overthinking and drinking coffee.

and in walks a face he hadn't seen in a long time. Bernard Dowd.

They had been friends in high school, but drifted apart when Tim's life blew up and he dropped out. But they had been friends, so when Bernard needs help, he doesn't go to the Bat.

Bernard, local conspiracy theorist, might have girlbossed too close to the sun. He got too close to some answers that some people might not have wanted him to have. Now he's being targeted, and Tim is on the case to uncover the conspiracy and to protect Bernard.

#tim drake #bernard dowd #timber #stephanie brown #batfam #bruce wayne #my art #film noir au

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insomnikat-mused · 2 years

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Prelude to the storm

Kakashi is no stranger to death. But then, he’d never seen death look quite so… provocative.

KakaSaku 1.4K. Prompts @whumptober day 25 "Lost Voice" and @kkskevents day 1 "Swapped".

CONTENT WARNING: Film Noir AU, which means some blood and implied violence + referenced canon death.

Story under the cut.

Five hours had passed since the asset missed her check-in.

At the start of the sixth, Hatake Kakashi and two others infiltrated the building. Bring her back, the Lord Fifth had ordered before sending them on their way. In one piece, preferably.

It was an unusual request given the nature of their operations, but Kakashi had nodded in confirmation. He wasn’t paid to question. And honestly, he didn’t care.

To be an S-rank first-responder took a certain kind of character. A particular combination of talent, experience, and drive to routinely volunteer for such assignments; and a certain degree of madness to do so without carrying a loaded weapon.

On paper, Kakashi had it all— the perfect cocktail of skills and crazy. Everyone worth a damn knew it.

That’s why, when S-rank missions go south, they bring him in. When the target’s still hot but the body counter’s started. When all bets are off but someone still needs to go in and call it:

Terminate or salvage. Takeover or sweep.

Kakashi doesn’t do rescue missions. He executes damage control. And though 'Closer' is not a name he’s fond of, he finds it far more preferable to 'The Cleaner'.

Not more than a few meters into the building, Kakashi picked up the scent of blood. Silently hand-signaling his intent to the others, he split from them to investigate the secondary hallway.

It does not take him long to stumble onto the first body.

Kakashi knelt down beside the man and raised a brow, intrigued. Blood had pooled and soaked along a long cut across the man’s back. The slash was clean. Precise. Intentional. The wound wasn’t deep enough to do any serious damage, but it wasn’t skin-deep either. If this man lived, it would sting for weeks and would leave a permanent mark.

A nasty looking bruise bloomed on the man’s temple from where he’d been knocked unconscious. Kakashi placed a hand near the open mouth and confirmed a weak breath. Incapacitated, not dead, but— unfortunately for the man— not his objective.

Kakashi stepped over him and continued down the dimly lit hallway, following the trail of similarly wounded, similarly incapacitated men like scattered breadcrumbs.

A broken light flickered ominously.

As he rounded a corner, the scent of gunpowder filled his nostrils. Bullet holes riddled the far wall— never a good sign. His pulse quickened as he stealthily approached what looked like the gilded double-doors of a nightclub and peered inside.

A woman stood alone at the bar surrounded by bodies.

(The memory flooded his mind before he could suppress it: Rin’s face, stricken with horror, staring at him in disbelief. Blood spilt from her lips as she stuttered his name. She’d touched the gaping wound in her chest before her legs buckled. And though they, too, had been surrounded, Kakashi dropped the smoking gun that had been in his hand and caught her.

He’d held her frightened gaze as she’d died… as the guilt and the darkness consumed him.

He’d never held a gun again.)

Kakashi blinked. At first glance, the woman propped against the bar did look similar in age and build. Auburn hair. Lithe but athletic. Young— all creamy smooth skin and lean muscles. He’d be surprised if she’d seen twenty-four years yet.

(Rin hadn’t.)

The kid had been dolled up to look older though: full red lips and thick eyeliner. Her body fitted with a lacy black mini hugging all the right curves. The look screamed nubile. The look screamed ripe for the taking.

And judging from the bodies sprawled around the room, men had certainly tried.

The flimsy dress was now torn at the sides. Strappy stiletto heels were draped over a nearby chair, blood dripping from their pointy ends. Strands of hair clung sweaty to her neck and face but even in her dishevelled state, he could tell she was a veritable bombshell.

Kakashi swallowed. He was no stranger to death. But he’d never seen death look so… provocative. He took a deep breath and pushed the doors open slowly.

Eyes the color of poison darted up and glared at his entrance. She leaned into the bar for support and a low growl escaped her— two parts warning, one part pained— as one hand curled defensively over a bullet wound in her shoulder.

A single blade glinted in her hand like a fang. She was wounded but she still had fight, and the air around her resonated danger.

“Easy,” said Kakashi, hands raised in placation. “I’m here to help.” He gave the med kit in his hand a little jiggle and hoped she recognized it for what it was.

She did. But instead of lowering her blade, she pointed it at him expectantly. Her posture remained tense and alert.

In a low but clear voice, Kakashi recited his identification phrase: “I come for the fall harvest.”

He watched her eyes widen with understanding. A bitter, mocking sound wheezed from her lips as she shook her head in seeming disbelief. Under any other circumstance, he’d have not accepted a response from her other than the confirmation phrase given to him: I sowed the seeds in spring.

Instead, auburn hair was yanked off— a wig! —revealing shoulder-length hair a shade of red so pale, it was pink. The blade was lowered. And in a final attempt to identify herself, her hands moved to sign the following letters: A. N. B. U.

Well, shit. “You’re the asset.”

She snorted and limped towards a nearby stool. Green eyes scrutinized him as she sagged into it and waited for his next move. He had no doubt that she was scanning and assessing him as quickly and thoroughly as he of her.

From what he could see, there were at least five shots in her: one gunshot wound to her shoulder, another on her upper-left thigh, two shots of whiskey judging from the empty tumblers sitting next to the bottle beside her, and one ANBU-issued serum shot. There was simply no other way to explain how she was able to dispose of so many men and still be conscious.

He watched the way she leaned onto the bar to refill a glass, her breathing labored but controlled, and he added a broken rib to her list of likely injuries.

As he crossed into her personal space, his eyes narrowed. The red skin on her arms and neck were telling. The first signs of bruising bloomed around her throat. He had no doubt that, later, it would fill into the shape of a hand.

She was raising the glass of numbing, amber-colored alcohol to her lips when Kakashi blocked her and shook his head.

She glared, angry, and angled her neck for him to take a better look at the bruises.

Someone had succeeded in getting close to her. Not enough to stop her, but enough to leave his mark and shake her. From the corner of his eye, he saw the slight tremble in her hand.

Kakashi swallowed down the bile that rose to his mouth and shook his head again, more vehemently. “Hold on.” From his med kit, he produced a pill and wordlessly handed it to her.

Without being told, she downed it with the whiskey and coughed.

“I’m going to check your wounds now,” he said, looking down at the one on her shoulder. “If that’s okay?”

No answer was not a no, so Kakashi worked, quick and discreet— bandaging enough to slow the bleeding but not enough to inhibit mobility. For now, he needed her able to move. The fixing and the healing would come later.

He’d just secured a splint to her thigh when her body slumped into the bar, head tucked into her arms.

“Hey.” Kakashi lifted her back up and snapped his fingers sharply beside her ear. Her eyes fluttered open at the sound but they were unfocused, unable to lock onto his questioning gaze. “Still with me?”

A smirk curled the edge of her lips and, for a moment, he’d swear she’d eyed him accusingly.

Did she see through his lie?

It didn’t matter in the end. The sedative made her eyes fall closed. Her body went limp. And he exhaled with relief. Finally. “I’m sorry.”

From the gilded double door, a soft scratch was followed by an even softer ‘woof!’ It was the signal. Time to move.

Kakashi slid one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back. “I’m going to carry you,” he explained gently to the unconscious woman in his arms, “because you’re valuable. And it will cost me dearly if you’re damaged further.”

A/N: I'm considering making this a full-fledged story. What do you think?

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