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Just finished The First Shot (2024 cdrama)...
Y'all were right and I am now UNHINGED
I'm a little embarassed by my unrelenting obsession with chinese crime dramas, they just all truly have the most delicious cocktail of whump, found families, and homoerotic insanity??? On the menu of this show specifically:
workplace found family to put all others to shame
retired policeman uncle whose one job is to cook for everyone
Manpurses
"but there's only one bed" (a literal line literally said by one ML to the other)
A Very Satisfying Cathartic Hug
Traumatic Backstories!
neck caresses!!!
the rare m/m bridal carry!!!!!
"are you going back to your hometown after we catch all the bad guys?" / "Probably" / "But what if I want you to stay?"
the girl one is also the unhinged badass
the girl one isn't pigeonholed into a love interest for someone else on the team
be gay solve crimes AND be gay do crimes
"now that we've discovered your secret murder wall, give up your two bedroom apartment and come back and live with me in my tiny one-bedroom" / ":) kk"
several divorces for added ~drama
married behavior so romantic it literally gave me secondhand embarassment
oh yeah ostensibly the show is about a narcotics investigation team but it seems like the only thing the writers care about is the capital-F Feelings which is great because hard same
#the first shot#definite recommend if the above is your cup of tea#I will certainly be seeking out every single fanfic on Ao3 tonight#gu yiran#zheng bei
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Fanfic: Always Watching You, Owning You (Hattori Hanzo [Masanari] x MC)- SLBP
Read on AO3
Word count: ~3900
Warning: LEMON! It includes possessive behavior, yandere, predator/prey, and power dynamics, so please don’t read it if these things trigger you! It's not dubcon but it's ... certainly odd with him hunting her down like a prey ^^;;
Summary: Hanzo feels like MC is too lax with others despite being a fugitive ninja. He comes up with a perfect plan to show her how much she still needs in training.
Author’s Note: This isn’t a healthy relationship and I’m not condoning any of this in real life! But Hanzo is a straight-up yandere and this is what I came up with for the realm of fiction. He is a very difficult person to interpret so everyone might interpret his motives and actions slightly different but I hope you enjoy what my take on his brought forth! Thank you for reading! :)
The brilliant orange of the setting sun colored the town of Mikawa beautifully as shopkeepers swept dry leaves and dust leisurely from their entrance. Unlike the relaxed townsfolk preparing for the end of the day, MC had no time to admire the view as she carried herself towards her questionable destination with hurried footsteps.
Just earlier today, MC was enjoying a pleasant afternoon on the veranda of Hamamatsu castle chatting with Toramatsu, the mild-mannered samurai whom she naturally felt comfortable around perhaps due to the two of them being close in age. After her respite, she tried to resume her task of new elixir concoction when she was suddenly accosted in the hallway by Hanzo. MC gave a polite greeting to the man who was the owner of her heart.
“Tonight when the moon first peeks its head, I want you to meet me in the woods by the torii gate. Do not be late.” Before MC could even process what he had said, he left her with the out-of-the-blue, vague command. She had tried to get his attention during the communal dinner but he was occupied with teasing the Lord of Mikawa and promptly disappeared right afterwards, affording her no time to ask for clarification from her former ninja mentor.
When she got to the meeting spot, MC’s eyes flitted around the vicinity but couldn’t find him. She let out of a deep breath of relief that she didn’t realize she was holding.
“There you are.” Her head jerked around to find the owner of the calm voice leaning against a thick tree with his arms crossed across his chest.
“Ah, Master Hattori, sorry if I’ve kept you waiting.”
“It is no problem at all. Dear me, you seem to be slightly out of breath.” He casually closed the distance between them, his luscious hair glinting in the fading rays of sun. “Your heart seems to racing already. Let’s not waste that then.”
“What is going on? Why did you want to meet me here, if I may ask?”
“Remember how I once told you during your early days of training under me that my methods of instruction can be quite… harsh?” He questioned with his indecipherable smile while reaching out as if to pet her head.
“Yes, I believe you did say something like that…” MC whispered, voice having gone softer due to the gentle motion of his hands against the outline of her crown, coming down ever so slowly but never actually touching. It was distracting her from the conversation at hand in the most delightful way. She had a strong desire to lean her head in order to feel the warmth from the palm of his hands on her head, to seek out more of his touches but barely stopped herself as he continued talking.
“And you, my dear, were more than eager to be under my tutelage and said you will leave yourself completely in my capable hands. Do you remember that, as well?” The smile never faded from his lips but didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Yes…?” Uncertainty crept up her spine but she still found voice to answer.
“I do believe I have come up with the perfect plan to make you more aware of your precarious situation and for you to be more wary of everyone you know, being a fugitive that you still clearly are. I think it will be amusing enough for me to help you realize this.”
MC had no idea what she did to warrant this sudden late-night rendezvous to discuss her less fortunate status, much less a training session.
“A snake grows bored of easy prey, you see. Mice, now they are fun little things aren't they? Living amongst other creatures of a higher food chain as them while thinking that they have a chance by disguising and hiding but given a push and off they go, so desperate to run away. Never a dull moment with a cute little mouse.”
“I'm sorry, Master Hattori. What exactly are you referring to?” MC silently cursed his damned, cryptic expressions. The man talked so much but half of the things he said tend to go over MC’s head, much to her frustration.
“Ever the impatient one, I see…” Chuckling, the long-haired ninja brought his hands down and held her neck in place with his grip securely around her slender column. He didn’t put any undue pressure on the grip but she could feel his nails digging crescents into her delicate skin, demonstrating the power imbalance at hand. “In order to sharpen your ninja skills, you are going to run into the woods and use everything you’ve got to escape me while I hunt you down. When I catch you, which I will, you will see what happens when you run away from me.” The grip around her neck tightened for a second in warning before gliding down to hold her hips in place.
“But you’re the one telling me to run away! You’re being unreasonable, Master Hattori! I won’t try to escape from the safety of your protection. I won’t ever leave you and you know that!” MC’s body was going haywire from simultaneously wanting to bolt from this wretched situation and wanting to offer her everything to this sexy man right here and now.
“Oh, do I now? I assure you, one can never be too sure of anything in life, especially in regards to humans.”
“S-so you mean, just to clarify, I am to be hunted? By you?”
“Precisely, my little healer.”
“However, I want you to take this seriously. Who knows what will happen when I do capture you?” The intensifying worry in her eyes were reflected on the flashing glint of his.
“But I didn’t expect this and am still in my kimono-”
“Being a fugitive that you are, shouldn’t you be prepared to run in any circumstances? Who’s to say you will only meet a hunter when you’re in your convenient ninja gear?” That shut her up immediately. Watching her grow silent with amusement, he continued.
“I’ll wait half an hour before I search for you.”
“Please wa-“
“Three. Two.”
“Master Hattori!”
“One.” For that millisecond after the words escaped his lips, all time had stopped and the world turned dead silent for MC.
“Run, NOW.” He ground out in such a frightening way that forced her to take immediate action. Without a single glance back to check if he was true to his words, MC fled deep into the forest.
She was flooded with instant regret as soon as she started her run. Her body acted on pure impulse by sprinting away on command but wasn’t he correct in that it was only a matter of time before he finds her and hunts her down like an animal? MC had honed her agility as a fugitive ninja but anyone with sound judgment could tell that she was no match for him. It’d be foolish of her to be self-confident when her opponent was the future leader of the Hattori clan of Iga.
Nevertheless, her pride wouldn’t afford her to simply give up without a fight, despite this being one giant game that he orchestrated for god knows what reason. Throat tightening and breath hitching on her chest, she pressed on.
The sharp edges of the crescent moon overhead pierced her soul. The only light source in the night sky was constantly looking down at her from above, unwilling to give escape from its omniscient gaze, much in the same way as the man she was currently running from.
The further into the woods she went, the thicker the dense fog got, giving an overall eerie vibe. No sane person would be out about in the woods at this time, only the children of darkness. The woods that housed chirping of innocent birds and pleasant smell of wildflowers during the day always turned sinister at night, chilling MC to the bones. The woods were filled with danger at night, from thickly woven network of branches and leaves that were hard to see in the darkness to the uneven ground full of protruding roots and sneaky vines trying to ensnarl unsuspecting victims. Small cuts and scratches adorned MC’s legs already due to the dress being hiked up to her knees for better movement.
After running for what felt like forever, MC slowed and cautiously began waving her hands in front of her, barely able to see anything due to the lack of any light in this area— the tall trees obscured the moonlight, the only source in which to guide her steps. However, there was nothing to be done since lighting a torch, no matter how weak the flame, would defeat the whole purpose of this little game of his since his eyes would instantly spot the light and give away her whereabouts.
Suddenly, a particularly sharp, low-hanging branch sliced her arms.
“Ow-” MC exclaimed before clamping down her lips together. She felt blood seeping through the gash but simply applied pressure before continuing on her aimless trek.
Her lungs burned with gulps of air desperately trying to fill every cavity. She treaded carefully as to limit the noise of her movements but she couldn’t shake the feeling of something being off. Even the changing of the winds got her blood pounding in her ears. She could feel the hairs on her nape prickling as she strained her ears for foreign noise. MC definitely felt someone, no question as to who, watching her every move and the thought made her uncomfortable as she couldn’t pinpoint his exact location.
MC jumped off the ground and held a hand to her chest when she heard an owl hoot.
‘Come on, you’re a ninja for crying out loud, act more like one! I mustn’t let my guard down even though I’ve been feeling too comfortable with the Tokugawa. I should be thankful that Master Hattori is going so far to train me personally like this,’ MC berated herself.
She wanted to be more than just a source of entertainment for him. She wanted to prove to him that she was a capable ninja.
“Caught you, my little mouse.”
Alas, today was not that day.
Seemingly appearing out of thin air, he snaked an arm around her from behind and caught her ear in between his teeth. With a gasp, MC flew forward and whirled around to face him. Her every muscle clenched in preparation of flight but when her eyes landed on his he essentially immobilized her with a single look, the glint of his eyes too dangerous and frightening for her legs to move.
He glided towards her effortlessly, running a knuckle across her cheek that sent shivers down her spine.
“Surrender to me,” his tantalizing voice dripped with desire. MC couldn’t figure out if he was still toying with her but she did know that she had fallen right into his traps, most likely planned out before the night even began.
MC became aware of the fact that her sweat-soaked garb stuck flush to her frame now that she had the time to feel the cool night air but Hanzo took that moment to slice through the kimono and slip of her chest with a single stroke of his dagger, which exposed her skin to the moonlight. Shocked at the turn of events, MC looked down at herself but realized he hadn’t actually punctuated actual skin. She brought her arms across to preserve her decency but his eyes took on the dark shine that displayed his displeasure.
“I did not do that to you. Who dares to touch what is mine?” He looks at the bleeding arm, now partially dried but still awfully noticeable against her fair skin.
“No one! It was just a tree, I promise!” MC was so glad it wasn’t a person who had hurt her—who knows what crazy plans he would have in store for them.
MC felt her knees give out from ebbing of the fight-or-flight response pumping through her veins prior to her capture. Her knees didn’t have time to actually touch the dirt ground due to Hanzo’s immediate reaction. Before MC could feel silly standing in the middle of the woods with her arms desperately trying to cover herself, he lifted her up and effortlessly tossed her onto his shoulders.
Just when she thought they were about to take off, he called an unexpected name to nowhere in particular.
“Hanzo.” The black-haired shinobi with the same name emerged from the shadows to present himself to his leader. Did he know where she was the whole time, as well? MC pressed her face against Hanzo’s back in embarrassment despite the fact that he would never allow another to view her fully in the state that she was in.
“Find and cut down the tree that dared to mar MC’s skin. I am the only living being that has the privilege to mark her. I won’t allow anything else to do so, not even a tree.” MC’s eyes flew open at the absurdity of what she was hearing. He took a few steps and stopped.
“Make sure to dig out all the roots as well so it never dares to harm MC again.”
“…As you wish.” The expressionless Kiyohiro disappeared.
Was it okay to desecrate an old tree just for such a reason? Suddenly feeling sorry for the tree, MC berated herself for not being more careful. MC wondered why she had to fall for the most dramatic man in the entire world before being whisked away.
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He had brought them back to their special room, the dim room he had once locked her in where no one would disturb them.
“You look so ravishing right now.” He eyed her from top to bottom and she felt like a prey under the gaze of a starving predator. Was this the feeling of being both scared and horny? “Do you know how much I wanted to sink myself into you right when I found you? But I couldn’t bring myself to have you out in the elements like some barbarian. No, I cannot imagine your, or goodness me, my hair getting caught in a branch or leaves. No, only the finest silk will cover our body.”
“Mm…” MC didn’t know how to respond and thought he was talking way too much like usual. She wanted whatever punishment he wanted to bestow to her to be over fast or at least to get on with what he had planned for the rest of the night. It had already been a long night for her.
“MC…” his silky, sweet voice beckoned her to him. Even the waft from his swaying hair was saccharine but everything about him was deceitful, veiling a potentially most toxic poison underneath if one was careless around him. Why was he so damn mesmerizing? The man was truly a walking enigma.
“You will thank me for my treatment of you, of all the things I'll bestow upon you, won't you?” His voice compelled her into submission, almost demanding without any clear effort on his part.
“Yes, Master Hattori…”
“Well then, go on, my dear.” He stood still and waited for her to decide what he wanted from her.
Her knees, body acting on its own, dropped with a bang on the hard floor without flourish that was sure to leave a bruise and crawled towards him. When she was face-to-face with his hardness, she knew there was only one logical thing to do at that point. Without looking up, she focused her full attention on revealing him. She clawed her way through the multiple layers of his elaborate kimono, moving them aside to grasp the base of his impressive length.
Her eyes flicked upwards in anticipation but he looked down at her with simple pleasure with no other indication of anything out of the ordinary—not even a hitched breath or change in expression. It irked her to no end so MC made it a personal goal to draw some response out of him. She put the tip in her mouth and pushed it in as far as it went inside. It grew to an even greater size in her mouth. She experimented by rolling her tongue around him.
“Dear me,” his body shook with laughter but it definitely wasn’t the sort of response she expected.
He continued stroking her hair and massaging her scalp, making her moan. Things weren’t going according to her plan.
“Thank you for that, but we could continue this training some other time.” What training?! This was also part of the training? He stepped back, leaving her mouth with a pop. MC was wondering if her skills in oral pleasuring was that deficient to warrant such a lackluster response from the recipient when he stripped all the torn fabric off of her body.
“Ah, Master Hattori!” MC squatted down to hide herself but he pushed her back on her back, settling in between her legs. He took her hands and held it above her head.
“Tsk tsk, don’t hide anything from me,” he clicked his tongue as he peered down at her from above, his long, lavender hair majestically fanning around her face. The sensation of his hair tickling her face prickled goosebumps across her skin.
“You are and always will be, only mine.” She saw his perfectly sculpted face leaning towards her neck, licking his way from behind her ear to down to her collarbones. “You need a constant reminder of me, wherever you are, whenever, whoever you’re with, that you belong to me.”
He started nipping and sucking on the skin all over that general area, marking her with bruising kisses that will last days, if not weeks. She panicked about the mess that will be of her neck tomorrow and pushed against his chest.
“Are you denying me right now?” The intensity of his gaze flared again.
“No, never…” she meekly dropped her hands to her sides.
“Good. I’m glad you understand me so well.” She completely relinquished all control over to him, not that she had any to begin with. He probably thought that a struggle before relinquishing power was so delectable so made her think she had some semblance of power over him, which in the end was just an illusion.
She was sure to be left with the darkest of purple marks that has ever appeared on the surface of one’s skin by the next day, visible to the entire castle—a deep purple that matches the purple amethysts of his eyes. It wasn’t even cold enough to wear anything around her neck without drawing more attention to herself.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Who owns you?”
“You.”
“Who owns every hole,” his mouth leaves her neck now, while his finger ventures underneath her to poke her rear, causing her to gasp. “Every drop of your blood both inside and outside of you?” he brings her forearms up to his face and licks her dried up wound.
“You… you… you… it’s all for you.”
“I will possess you so completely, everything of yours will be mine.”
“Master Hattori, everything I have belongs to you.”
“Good girl… but please, just call me Masanari at times like this. Especially considering how there are multiple Hattori Hanzos, my dear, we can’t have that now can we?”
“Yes, M-Masanari…”
The juxtaposition of punishing bruises next to the soft touches made her head swim. It was always like this with him as one’s lover. His fingers sought her pleasure as he dipped inside, preparing and teasing her as she buried her face in his mane, inhaling his unique scent.
His hardness craftily slithered inside of her, just like a snake worming into a burrow. Before she could feel his fullness, he drew out of her and then sank back into her with such force that she sharply inhaled She leaned back, simply enjoying the feeling of him driving into her over and over again. Only the lower portion of his robe was parted to join together, everywhere else still shielding him from her eyes. MC felt a bit embarrassed at the act that she was the only one who was completely naked—why was it that she could never hide anything from him but he never reveals more than he needs to? It just wasn’t fair.
It was as if he wanted to jealously hoard her from the world forever, just for himself.
“Ahhh! Masanari! I’m, I’m-“ she bit her lower lips as pleasure rushed forth to coat them both, squeezing him firmly. Some of his free hair draped down to her now-open mouth, the silky hair muffling her mewing noises.
He slowed down when she was done and pulled completely out. He grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up, pushing his throbbing length against her lips.
“Open up.” She did as instructed and was rewarded with a single grunt escaping from his throat—which she was grateful for, how pathetic. She could taste herself on him but before she could process her own taste, the thick warmth slid down, spurts hitting the back of her throat. Desperately trying not to choke on the incoming liquid, she swallowed after each burst which only seemed to milk out more of his pleasure.
Even his semen was duplicitous with the initial sweet warmth masking the bitter, salty aftertaste that unexpectedly followed. MC felt drained like she had never been before. The last thing she remembered was Hanzo gently positioning her down on the futon with a smile on his face.
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Ieyasu summoned Hanzo for a report the following morning but for some blasted reason, he was dragging MC with him. To her dismay, her suspicions were correct as the tender flesh of her neck was completely pink and bruised all over from the lavish attention afforded to them last night.
“We’re coming in, My Lordship.” Hanzo called out before entering the young lord’s chambers.
“I don’t remember asking for your assistant.” The crease between his brows intensified as his eyes shifted back and forth between the two ninjas.
MC was looking down the entire time, unable to meet his eyes and discomfort clearly evident in her body language. Her hands sheepishly tried to cover up as many love bites from her neck as possible but her efforts were futile. Ieyasu looked at what she was trying to hide and his face contorted in disgust. However, as he opened his mouth, Hanzo cut him off.
“These are called hickeys, My Lordship, and they are created when one sucks on another’s skin hard enough to leave these bruises, not that I expect an inexperienced lord as yourself to know, that is.”
“Wha-“ Ieyasu’s eyes widen to an unprecedented size as Hanzo cozies up to MC’s side with a devious smile.
“Here, let me demonstrate for you how it’s done…”
“OUT. I don’t want to see either of your stupid faces for the rest of the day.”
“Ah, that just works perfectly for us. We can go make some more. Thank you for graciously allowing us the day off.” Smiling pleasantly, Hanzo takes MC’s hand and walks out the door, leaving a fuming Ieyasu.
“If I never see your serpentine face, it’ll be too soon,” they hear his voice behind them.
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