#fkbu fic

[lances-wormhole]

To whoever is interested, I finally updated the second and final chapter to “You Can’t Eat Money”, the daiharu fic I started two years ago 😵‍💫

(i suggest reading from the first chapter since I’m sure most of you forgot the preface… lol)

But yeah! I’ve graduated college so now I have the time and energy to write again. Let’s hope I hold myself to that

#daiharu #daiharu fic #daisuke #daisuke kambe #katou haru #Haru katou #kambe daisuke #fkbu #fugou keiji #fugou keiji balance unlimited

[epickiya722]

Oh yeah finally posted a sequel to one of my FKBU fics... 😶 after so long...

#i don't even know if anyone knows what story I'm talking about #since again i lack the confidence to talk about them #kiya writes #fkbu #fkbu fanfic #daiharu #fugou keiji balance unlimited #balance unlimited #daisuke kambe #haru katou #I'm excited for this fic honestly #and want to talk about it i do #but i shall be staying here in my corner

[1989nihil]

aight... it's november again and I felt the urge to rewatch smth and I felt like last year that it would turn into yet another Criminal Minds rewatch, which would've made it the third rewatch in as many years, however, I somehow ended up with House M.D. and i am at the epside with the mafia brothers and that vogler guy trying to get rid of house.... and I'd like to know whom I should blame for that...

#*blaming = thanking #forgot how much of a deliciously magnificient bastard House is... #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand oh... damn... #Patrik Jane and Gregory House and their respective teams working on a case together... #WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG? #AND I DON'T FUCKIN NEED A H/C FOR A X-OVER FIC WHEN I HAVE #FIVE COMPLETELY HEALTHY FKBU H/Cs... #wait... how did that get to five... ah shit there's also that detco one now that i am actually looking into my fanfic folder... #shit #i guess this is... #nocturnal hazards #times a fuck-ton

[syneilesis]

Number 19 and 28 for the ask game??

Hello, Mrs O! Thanks for the ask! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

Oh gosh lol. I no longer remember when I started haha. I think I wrote my first fic when I was 12? It was a self-insert Beyblade fanfic written in a notebook lmao (⁠*⁠﹏⁠*⁠;⁠) I just wanted to come up with scenarios about my anime obsessions so I wrote xD

But I really got involved in writing in my later teens, and then when I discovered a fic that blew me away in terms of the writer's use of language. I was like, Oh, I didn't know you can do that. (It was also because of that fic author that I got big on reading.)

Writing doesn't come easy to me, so that's always a sort of a sore spot. I'm impatient, and my brain is faster than my hands. I usually finish my fic in my head instead of writing them down lol. I'm not really that confident about my writing. Of course, these are not uncommon among writers; I'm not really unique about my hangups haha. I've already made peace about them anyway. Sort of. I found some ways to overcome my writing self-esteem issues.

Now I'm enjoying writing fic! Especially in this fandom 🥰 I'd like to write something original too, though, and try to submit them in literary magazines or something. This got rambly haha.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

I used to draw manga before so my OCs were all delightful lol. But for fandoms I've written fic for, hmm, I gotta say Kambe Daisuke from FKBU because it's hilarious when you put him in situations that are outside his life experience (ep. 4 forevah). Ikepri Emma is a close second! I always have fun writing her in my fics. She's fiery and determined and smart! :D

#ask meme #ask game #dear-mrs-otome #syn chats

[polandspringz]

its been like almost 3 years since i wrote a fanfic for fkbu and my winter break ends in 2 days but im gonna IM GONNA FINALLY WRITE THE FIC IVE BEEN TRYING TO WRITE AND NEVER HAD TIME TO WRITE FOR TWO YEARS LETS GOOOO`

#fugou keiji balance: unlimited #balance unlimited

[anime-closet-fan]

Training in England? Butler? Underground lair? High-tech car and gadgets? Unlimited money? And that face?

Daisuke Kambe is like Batman + James Bond + Tobio Kageyama

#fugou keiji daisuke #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fugou keji #fkbu daisuke #fkbu fic #fkbu headcanons #kambe daisuke #daisuke kambe #the millionare detective balance: unlimited #tmdbu #james bond #007 #batman #the dark knight #anime meme #haikyuu kageyama #haikyuu #fkbu fanfic

[justmomochi]

New Years With You I did a collab with @Weather_Maiden  on twitter! Please check out her lovely fic it makes me emotional https://archiveofourown.org/works/28445952

#大春 #daiharu #harudai #fkbu #fkbu fanart #fkbu fic #fkbu fanfic #collab #fugou keiji bul #fugo keiji #millionaire detective #fanfic #fanart #shipart #digital art #artists on tumblr #Jmomochiart

[gladiatorgrl]

Literally every ad across my devices are for men’s luxury items...because of my research for these FKBU fanfics....🤦🏻‍♀️

#its all luxury wedding rings #colognes worth more than my yearly salary #if i get one more damn wristwatch ad #fugo keiji #fkbu #f: fkbu #fugou keiji balance unlimited #daiharu #fkbu fic #daisuke kambe

[ecclectricity]

                                 We need not mourn the dead, they are already gone.                    Mourn those who survive them - they need yet endure their absence.

    Daisuke never understood the idea that ignorance is bliss.

    As someone privy to all information at the flick of a wrist, the concept of someone being better off not knowing something had always baffled him. The thing that had finally wrested him from his monochromatic life had been a pursuit of knowledge - a truth that the powers of the universe had seen fit to keep from him. And in learning that truth, he finally reached a conclusion:

    Ignorance. . . had its perks.

    No, no, that wasn’t strictly true, but as he walked up to the building ( clinical inside and out, a single floor for accessibility, but built on a private beach for the veneer of privacy and luxury - a perfect place to hide someone who wasn’t supposed to exist, view and anonymity ), he could nearly understand the appeal. Two weeks ago, the idea of seeing this man again turned his blood caustic, built in the back of his throat. Today?

    Well, his stomach was still turning. Just in a very different way.

    Daisuke thought he heard Katou speak - maybe he was trying to do that thing he did for all of their ( Katou’s - you resigned ) coworkers: offering a kind word of support, despite their tenuous navigation of partnership up until now. It wasn’t that he wasn’t appreciative, but the sound of his own blood in his ears melded with the surf, his eyes drawn to the beginning dredges of the setting sun glistening off steel blue cinder blocks and distorted one-way glass.  Katou may have noticed how one-track Daisuke’s mind could get. And this was one thing that, despite strong urges to permit himself to do, he was not going to pass up.

    He blinked, and found himself within the compound - his body had moved without him. The inside was as impersonal as the outside. Even the staff donned the most basic of scrubs, the most utilitarian of resources. He half expected that his grandmother might have been more profligate in the care of her son, he thought with no small amount of ire. From what the staff was telling him though, the expense would be unnecessary. What were finaries to someone who could not appreciate them?

“Now, please don’t be disheartened. We have been taking exemplary care of your father all this time, but I do feel I should warn you of his state. You see-”

    Unresponsive to all but the most extreme of situations for years, prone to fits of panic and unrest, nary a glint of recognition at even the closest of family members ( what a way to find out not only had she hidden him, let Daisuke believe the panicked and simple explanations of an impetuous child, but she’d visited him without a word- ). The odds were slim that Daisuke would even meet his eye, let alone hear his voice.

    Oddly, that wouldn’t be much of a change from the last two decades. In all ways other now than physical, his father was a corpse.

    The doctor loomed by the door, and Daisuke could recognize how unnerved he was. The scion of the Kambe family wasn’t supposed to know this place existed, let alone access it. How to behave, what would be acceptable; he was used to watching that expression, the bow and scrape of those trying to curry his favor. He wasn’t here for the doctor, hadn’t even bothered to read his name tag - there would be no favor for that man.

    Instead, Daisuke swallowed the lump that had formed unbeknownst to him in his throat ( what for, nothing’s going to happen, this won’t mean anything, it changes nothing, you’re being foolish- ) and reached for the door. Steadily, just as he’d been instructed- no quick or unpredictable movements, no loud sounds-, he turned the handle. He slid into the doorway and clicked it gently shut behind him. 

    Shigemaru’s back was to him. Seated as he was in that wheelchair, the window let in light just enough to frame him with a halo of sunlight that bounced off the waved just beyond his window. Daisuke wanted to spare a look around the room - he had every intention of doing so, especially since he could see from beyond his periphery that this was the room where opulence had been allowed ( perhaps to try to suss out the man within the shell? Or to simply offer comfort - he didn’t know what the thought process was ). But he found himself stuck on the visage in a way he hadn’t been back in Lab 3, seeing that familiar face long thought dead. This wasn’t the vindicated anger he’d felt before, the kick down the pitch he needed to push just a little more to find his answers. There was no accomplishment here. Rooted to the spot, Daisuke thought he was being pulled by two strings in his heart - apprehension and grief.

    He hadn’t mourned when he was told his father had passed in near tandem with his mother. Daisuke knew what he’d seen, and for the few days following, he would not spare the tears- he pestered and poked and practically plagued his grandmother with his, as she referred to them, baseless accusations, his insistence that he knew what father did. She would hear none of it, and by the time that the investigation had reached his home, he’d been extricated. ‘In his grief’, she had cited, it had been deemed best for him to be ‘cared for in England with family’. His exasperation, resentment grew over the next few years, curdling from patience to apathy as the idea of ever convincing someone, finding that justice for his mother became nothing more than a blip on the horizon. Only one person had ever trusted him, endorsed his ideas.

    And it was partially thanks to her that he was here, in a way. It wasn’t an ideal solution, and reconciling it against nineteen years of vexation and vitriol was not so easily done. It was obvious and incomprehensible why his chest seemed to want to cave in on itself ( even beyond the still mending broken ribs ). 

    Daisuke was uncertain if he had stared for thirty seconds or minutes by the time he summoned the courage ( damn it all ), the determination to cross the room. If this were a movie, it’d be a touching reunion- despite his years of acrid resentment, he was ready to accept his father and be a family, and through those sincere feelings of love, his father would awaken and the sunset would glow behind them and their fond tears. . . sounded like something Katou would watch.

    Reality wasn’t so rose-tinted, and Daisuke grabbed the chair from the clearly unused desk, tugged it into place, and took a seat with his back to the window, facing his father.

                   His father. . .

    Daisuke’s memory was hardly photorealistic, not blessed in the way Suzue was, but his parents’ were faces he would never be able to forget. Despite that, Hattori looked more like Shigemaru than his own flesh and blood. It was as though his face had been shorn off to create that mask Hattori had donned, replaced instead with the mask, the remnants that his own mother’s actions had left him with. And somehow, Daisuke found a bit of comfort in the unrecognizability of it all. A thin veil from the reality he was being battered with wasn’t a bad thing.

    For a long moment, Daisuke simply watched him. And stewed. Where previously he had understanding in his emotions, a quiet in his unreset, that equilibrium began to stir.

    “I suppose I should say something.”

    His words were a gunshot in a monastery. 

    Shigemaru didn’t flinch.

     “Perhaps not.”

    His heart twisted, and it felt for a moment like the room was starting to bend and bow. If he weren’t sitting, perhaps it would have been an issue. But as he stared at the unmoving face of his father ( he knew- they had told him and he knew ), it was as if his body, after nineteen years, had finally started to learn the process of grieving. What perplexed and frustrated him was what he was grieving.

    Sayuri Kambe was dead, and her justice had been dealt. Nothing he had done, could ever do, would fix that.

    Shigemaru Kambe wasn’t. And somehow, he was just as much a victim as Sayuri, even more than Daisuke himself: they both had died on that day.

    And that had taken everything from him.

    A father was supposed to teach their son. If Daisuke had known, if he had taken a few steps into that room, perhaps he could have learned, changed the unbearable present he now needed to navigate. If just a small step could have changed this, enlightened him. . . Daisuke could have had a father.

    He could have taught him how to tie his own tie instead of Suzue, who finally caught him fumbling with it at the start of year six. He could have shown him which scotch was actually decent instead of just a price on a bottle ( his father had always seemed to know that sort of thing ). He could have shown Daisuke how to dress in an austere, classy way without being garish or pompous - trust him, the start of secondary had been a testament to needing that lesson quicker than he’d gotten it, though he imagined he’d found a healthy middle by now. He could have taught him how to impress women ( men? Would that conversation have ever come up? Would they have been close enough, would it have mattered to Shigemaru? ). He could have taught him to take over the Kambe family with earnestness and devotion rather than the resignation that no one else, nor likely himself, was dutifully qualified for the position. 

    He was supposed to have fought with him, scolded him for being selfish and irresponsible with their wealth, taught him how to have an argument and still manage to come back together despite it ( that was what he meant to happen, wasn’t it. . .? What he’d thought that night would be. . .? )

    Shigemaru Kambe should have been his father.

    Shigemaru Kambe was a husk.

    And Daisuke was just as helpless and impudent as he had been at eight, but ignorance had matured into wisdom to know now that this was something he could never remedy.

    He was gripping his pant leg hard enough that the burns on his hand were starting to hurt more than the nails through the fabric of his suit pants. Daisuke focused, bit down on his lip harder than he strictly should have to stop that incessant wobbling, and adjusted his gloves with a wince. This was getting neither of them anywhere.

    Standing, Daisuke felt his limited balance in the wake of everything catching up with him, reaching back to steady himself on his chair. Maybe Suzue was right. Coming here wasn’t helpful when he didn’t even know what he wanted from it. But he’d needed to know, to affirm with his own eyes. . . for some reason. Maybe later he could look back and feel better about this moment.

    Right now, he felt uncommonly faint, the churning in his stomach doing no assist to his carefully doctored composure.

    Stiffly, Daisuke stood, adjusting his tie, before offering a bow. “I hope I haven’t taken up too much of your time. . . Kambe Shigemaru.” Can’t say it to him, can you? Coward. After all of the time resenting him, calling him father felt disingenuous and disrespectful.

     He stood. He took a deep, purposeful breath through his nose. He took two steps-

    Something caught his wrist.

    Startled, he paused, peering down. Shigemaru’s left hand had caught the edge of his suit jacket, and while the force on it was minuscule, there was the barest of a grip. Daisuke felt as if the room had begun hurtling through space, blurring around him. He wasn’t supposed to recognize anything that had happened, he never reacted or responded, that’s what they’d told him. This wouldn’t be some movie magic or heartfelt reconciliation, it was reality and it was-

    “Say. . . Sayuri. . .”

    Cruel. And purposelessly so.

    Shigemaru’s hand dropped listlessly against the arm of his chair, and Daisuke could almost make out the muttered words, “Looks just. . . just like my. . .”

    Of all the things he resented his grandmother for, he was appalled and insurmountably aggrieved to know that what could have been his father - the real one, one whose only crime had been grief and allegiance to a family prepared to bloody themselves for greed and impunity - was among them. That was something he could never have back, despite his proximity. He hadn’t been this close to his father in nineteen years, but the chasm between them stretched further than it had in twenty-seven. The bridge wasn’t burned, it was surgically removed, the ground on the far side buckled and cracked until it was so beyond repair that no amount of stabilization could remedy it.

    Daisuke closed his eyes, steeled his breath. He took five seconds to collect himself.

    One.

        Two.

            Three.

                Four.

                      . . . 

    He opened his eyes. “Goodbye.”

    The door opened easily, and Daisuke did not bother to stick around to brief the doctor on his family reunion. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he made a bee-line to the entrance. 

    It was like succor to the parched, opening the door from that sterile building and bathing himself in the warmth of the setting sun yet again. A smell of salt and brine had never been so inviting, and it felt like the very act of leaving the building had severed an unknown chain that had tied him so tight that every sinew relaxed. The faint feeling came back for a moment, wafting over him in the wake of the tension leaving, but another deep breath and a lean against the wall for a spell remedied it well enough. He was free, in a way. There was certainly one shackle of his history still tethered to him- he could tell from the cold spot in his chest that remained despite the sun and the distant sight of his partner in the distance. But he supposed that was just his burden to bear.

    His balance still fought with him as he stepped pointed from one rock to the next, picking his way from the grassy hill to the beach where Katou stood.

    “Were you able to meet him?” Katou asked.

    “No.” The reply left him before he could reconcile that he was speaking, but it was no less true. He’d simply attended a wake, nothing more.

    He spared one glance back. Just the one. He could give himself that. 

    And then he moved on. He’d never been able to accept ignorance.

    Just once, maybe he regretted his diligence.

#;; m - Kambe Daisuke #// that struck nerves { musings } #// a story that begged telling { drabble } #// drabble - Ignorance #fkbu #fkbu fic #kambe daisuke #millionaire detective #millionaire detective: balance unlimited #balance unlimited #daisuke kambe #shigemaru kambe #kambe shigemaru #{ panic noises - }

[neutral-as-fuck]

Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: 富豪刑事 Balance:UNLIMITED | Fugou Keiji: Balance:Unlimited (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary: Katou Haru did not expect to be coerced into staying with Kambe Daisuke in his mansion when the COVID-19 pandemic started, and yet here he is. In Kambe’s mansion. With Kambe. And nothing but a case that is getting more and more suspicious every second that Haru works on it to distract him.

#fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fkbu fic #my fic #katou haru #kambe daisuke #kamei shinnosuke #kambe suzue #hoshino ryo #daiharu #fyi: and that's a wrap folks! #fyi: no i'm not crying about the fact that this fic is over YOU are

[mybloodyknifedidkill]

HARRY POTTER AU DAIHARU FIC BABEEEY

it’s super crack though but super good :)))

#my fic #the millionaire detective #the millionare detective balance: unlimited #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #kato haru #kambe daisuke #fanfic #fkbu #daiharu #fkbu fic

[epickiya722]

Oh, Kiya, why don't you talk a lot about your fics (fanfiction and original works)?

#i lack the confidence honestly #i be excited about them yes #but to talk about them? #that is a whole different story #kiya writes #kiya feels #just kiya's thoughts #like after a year now i think #i'll finally be posting a sequel to a fkbu daiharu fic of mine #but i have no one to talk to about it #and i don't know who i'm mutuals with or following have actually read the first fic of mine or seen the anime

[1989nihil]

nine people you'd like to know better (tagged by @andlightplay, thanks!)

Last song: "Robot Boy" Linkin Park

Currently watching: nothing atm moment, considering to pick-up Sandman again, and waiting for the second season of Good Omens, as well as the third of The Witcher

Currently reading: Detective Conan manga (as long as it will keep going, I mean, by Oma it's over 1100+ chapters by now), re-reading some FKBU fics for inspiration for my... 3? wips, and Thud! by T. Pratchett.

Current obsession: eh... don't really have one, though, technically DetCo... and perhaps FKBU... and uh... yeah... Stargate, but like... none of them to the degree of obsession... more like a staple-food sorta thing i guesss *shrugs*

hmmm... tagging: @empath-demon @lee-etc @raventhekittycat @awkmanthus @mayastormborn @aurelia-which-means-sunrise @auniverseofimpossibilities @stargatelov3r

NO PRESSURE TO PARTICIPATE!!!

#tagging game #welcome to chaos

[josyuss]

how much

#time has passed since my last art post? a year. welp #fugou keiji balance unlimited #fkbu #fugou keiji #daiharu #harudai #hoo boy the year has just flown by huh #daisuke kambe #haru katou #my art #daisuke asks the iconic question to annoy haru #but he knows haru is priceless of course #kinda thinking of that one fic tag saying daisuke would buy if haru would just sell #2nd season would be fun but i kinda rly liked how it ended

[hibiscus-iv]

Haru Kato x afab!Reader

word count: 640

Tw: Age gap

You were so young and sweet just experiencing your early 20’s. Haru finds it hard to believe a sweet little thing like you caught eyes for someone like him, 29 -going on 30-, married to his job, a bachelor for most of his life, and relatively plain. You had run into one another when you were searching for your brother, he had the tendency to run off whenever given the opportunity yet cried hysterically when realizing he was lost after sating his curiosity to explore without his big sister.

Walking down the streets now to a nearby park is where you stumbled across your sobbing brother and a man, immediately you rushed over on high alert swiping up the toddler and putting distance between yourself and this stranger. Haru, realizing what was happening, revealed his badge stating he was a police officer and that he was just trying to help seemed to make you visibly relax. Setting your sibling down he ran over to Haru and thanked him for his help to which Haru patted his head saying he was glad he was able to do assist. You ask Haru for his number after stating that your brother did this on a near daily basis and that maybe you should get his number for next time you need help to which he flusteredly complied.

The next day you texted him asking for his help and to meet you at a downtown location. When he showed up worried about your brother you were quick to put him at ease telling Haru your brother was safe and with your parents. Deciding to clear him of his confusion you tell him, “You said to text you if I ever needed help but you never really specified it so I need help to make this a date.” Your heated cheeks and hopeful eyes never broke away from his own until he complied, these antics of yours continued as opportunities to create more dates with Haru.

He learned you were in your early 20’s, just recently moved out of your parents place, you babysit your kid brother, where you were born and raised, your ethnicity, that you’re in college, and how you always wear your heart on your sleeve. Making it vocally and openly known to Haru that you have a crush on him. He couldn’t understand it. On the many adventures you set up there had been multiple times when he’d be coming back from the restroom to see boys much younger than him and far more attractive flirt with you and you continuously turned each and everyone of them down without a second thought only to twist the knife of rejection further when your eyes light up at the sight of Haru’s return.

It made him feel like a teenager all over again to have someone as young and beautiful as you vie after his love and attention. It wasn't until Haru’s 30th birthday, while you were celebrating with him did you confront him with the knot tying question, “will you be my boyfriend?” Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck he agrees and you celebrate, absolutely elated.

“Can I ask you a question?” Haru’s voice brings you out of your mini celebration and you look over to him, “You’re so straight forward, why?”

Raising an eyebrow to his question, “Because I want to be with you Haru, if I tipped toed around what I wanted then we wouldn’t be here right now. I want to be with you so I’m gonna be as forward as I can with and for you.” His face flushed at your confession and he pulls you in for a hug. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as you giggled at his reaction, wrapping your arms around his body to bring him closer.

This work belongs to hibiscus-iv 2021

#Haru Kato x reader #Haru x reader #Kato x reader #the millionaire detective #fkbu #fk #balance unlimited #fugou keiji bul #fugou keiji x reader #x reader fics #the millionare detective balance: unlimited #new blog #new fic #the millionaire detective x reader #fkbu haru #fkbu x reader #Haru Kato fluff #fkbu fluff #Haru Kato one shot #one shot #fkbul #fkbu Kato #female reader #inclusive reader #afab reader #tw afab #tw age gap #haru kato

[iznrnz]

is there any fkbu hogwarts aus?? i rly want some posh pure-blood slytherin daisuke and gryffindor haru who calls him his arch nemesis

#balance unlimited #fkbu #daiharu #hogwarts au #daisuke kambe #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #pls gimme recs #whatever house is fine i just want a hogwarts au #i would like an amortentia fic to attack my heart #or matching patronus???