#aph police au

[pchuaymee]

The letter

TW/CW: Long post, mentioned political, violence, police violence and anxiety.

Thailand: Oh God! What happen with me!? Why did my fire of democracy where is shining in myself, it will to be down again!? Oh, my God!? Why did I feel to be blue again? And will I back to be hurt again!? Thailand: I will to be disappointing, will I not? I am to be living the darkness for 8-years ago, am I not? I hope, I will not be seeing many angers people who protesters got violence by police. Because they have waited with their voices heard by election for voting a new government by themselves. But the Senates did not care their voices. Their reason that -- "The people's voices is just a little voice." Thailand: I hope, the fire that will be shine up again until they are know that -- "Sovereignty belongs to the people." Neko!Thailand: Oh nooo!! We will be to disappear again!!? I don't want to be living in that place again!! Elephant!Thailand: ***He feels disappointed.***

Ghost!Thailand: Oh man! I know the karma work to does slowly, but when it's time. they will pay back to expensively price that it can't calculated.

[juliussneezerfics]

Cards and Cons

Ao3

Ludwig, a police officer, is on a day off when he can't help but notice a gorgeous man sitting in front of a coffee shop. His stomach drops when he realizes the man is a con artist. Of course, having his solid moral code, Ludwig has no choice but to bring him to the station.

I know nothing about German law enforcement. I am just a humble clueless American, please spare me.

Also, just a little drabble I thought of earlier today. I have all this free time now that America is FINALLY doing something that matters about corona.

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Ludwig walked down the busy German street, his right hand gripping a paper bag. He was usually not one to go shopping for much other than food, but he had needed more button-down shirts for months now and had finally stiffened his resolve to get a few. It was a gorgeous spring day, a slight breeze playing through the air, caressing his face. The few trees planted periodically by the sidewalk were beginning to show green buds, showcasing the small changes that were sure to come with spring.

People bustled around him, causing the hairs on the back of Ludwig’s neck to stand up. There was something in the air that was charged. Excited. Him being an introvert, even without talking to these people, just pushing through them was socially exhausting him. He was a few minutes from his apartment, a few minutes away from sweet solitude with his dogs. He passed a nearby café that he occasionally liked to stop at before patrol for much-needed caffeine. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an auburn-haired gentleman seated at a table in front of the café, talking to a young woman sitting across from him.

His skin was tan, disproportionately so for it just being spring. His brown eyes, even from this distance, darted around with a kind of friendly cleverness. He wore a white button-down shirt, a black waistcoat buttoned over his slim chest. The man was attractive, undoubtedly so. It wasn't often that Ludwig noticed this about strangers. Despite the initial attraction he found in the mystery man, however, he couldn't help but notice the man's salesman's disposition. Then Ludwig happened to catch a glance of the cards in the man's hand. The rapturous attention the young woman was paying him was apparent even with Ludwig able to catch only the back of her head. Something within Ludwig hardened. As he was passing, he caught the disappointed expression on her face.

The man smiled at her.

Ludwig could spot a scam artist as surely as he could see the café he was walking past, but regardless of the man’s goals, there was something do genuine in the way he smiled.

“Oh, sorry about that! Better luck next time!” The man said.

Ludwig was slightly surprised as he noticed the accented German. It was very convincing, but to a native German the difference was apparent.

The woman dug through her purse, handing over some euro with a frown.

“Have a good day!” The man grinned, sliding the euro in his back pocket.

He brushed past the woman and slid into the seat across from the man. Even as he did this, he kicked himself. Today was supposed to be his day off. Captain Kirkland had been bothering him about letting up from his work, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night knowing that he let a scam artist off the hook.

The man glanced up, surprised. His surprise then faded into the salesman’s smile. “Hello there! Feeling lucky?”

“Not particularly. I just noticed that your accent is foreign.” Ludwig said, forcing down his frown and replacing it with an easy smile. His brother, also in the force, joked that he should have been an undercover cop with how easily he feigned different personalities. He was very confident in his ability to act this time, as well. There was something about this man that motivated him an unusual amount to bring him in. “Where are you from?”

“Does it matter?” The man asked, smiling right back. “You’re a native German, right?”

“Right. I swear I have heard that accent before. It is Mediterranean, right?”

The man shrugged. “Yes. Italian. What brings you out and about this beautiful day?"

“I thought so!” Ludwig sat back, crossing his arms with a grin. “An Italian who speaks German. Do you speak any other languages?”

“Spanish, English, French. I can speak a little bit of Cantonese, but I mean a little bit. I would not be able to hold my own by myself.”

“Impressive.”

“Thank you! Do you know any other languages?” The man asked.

“Just English. I am not as linguistically inclined as you are.”

The man looked down at his cards as he shuffled them. “You flatter me.” He glanced back up. “You know, I usually charge five euro for a card game, but a handsome, charming man such as yourself, I may just charge you four.”

Ludwig swallowed the excitement of catching the con artist, sitting forward. “What the hell? May as well. How do you play?”

“It’s easy.” The man also sat forward, withdrawing three cards from the middle of the deck with a trained hand. “I have three cards.” He fanned them out, the cards facing Ludwig. “Red three of hearts, red two of hearts, and a black ace of spades. All you have to do is find the ace.”

“That easy?” Ludwig asked.

“That easy.” The man responded. He laid the cards face-down on the table, shuffling them.

Ludwig was careful to keep his eyes on what he knew was the black ace.

The man looked up with a smirk, releasing the cards. “Okay, take your pick.”

Ludwig reached forward and tapped the card on the right. “That one.”

The man's smile slid off his face. He reached forward and flipped the card, revealing the black ace of spades. “Damn. You got it! Most people don’t!” He dug into his back pocket and offered Ludwig four euros.

Ludwig smiled, unsure of what to say as he accepted them.

“Okay, tell you what. Double or nothing! If I win, I get eight euro. If you win, I give eight euro to you.”

Got him. Before this moment, Ludwig had had no solid proof that this man was actually a con artist. But now he would have his opportunity. “Worth the chance!”

The man smiled, taking the cards and resting them back on the table as he began to shuffle. His hand slipped, causing the cards to cascade down to the ground. “Oh! Sorry! I get so clumsy sometimes…” He bent over in his chair and swept the cards up.

Ludwig frowned. He knew that this is when the scam took place. But the man picking up the cards was so quick and so smooth in his movements; Ludwig had no way to see how it was done. It was an impressive trick, that was for sure. Whoever this man was, he had been doing this for a long time.

“Sorry. Back to the game.” He set the cards back on the table and shuffled for a couple moments more before he lifted his hands. “Alright!”

Ludwig pointed to the middle card.

The man flipped it over, revealing a red two of hearts. “Ooh, bad luck. Better luck next time!” He swept the cards into his hands, shuffling them once again. “Unless you want to do triple or nothing?” The man reached forward and held his hand out expectantly.

Ludwig handed the four euros to the man. “No, thank you.”

“What, you scared?” The man taunted with a grin.

“No.” Ludwig reached into his jacket pocket, revealing his badge. “But you should be.”

The man blinked. The change in his demeanor would be damn near invisible unless Ludwig was looking for it. The man smiled. “Officer, I think I am missing something. I am just a man trying to make a living. Surely, you understand that.”

“Oh, I would.” Ludwig responded, sliding the badge back in his pocket. “If you were not cheating.”

“I'm not cheating!” The man protested, his smile dropping.

Ludwig sat forward. “Then certainly you'll let me see your cards.”

“My cards are my private property!”

“Fine. Either way you're going to a holding cell, so you can either go in with more honesty, or you go in until I get a warrant to search your deck.” Ludwig offered. “Take your pick.”

The man reached forward and turned over the cards on the table, revealing a three of hearts and two twos of hearts. He said nothing.

“Right. Come with me.”

The man continued to sit. “Where?”

“To the station.”

The man stood, his entire demeanor changing to one of friendliness. “Whatever you say. Take me to the station, Officer.” He collected his cards off the table.

Ludwig rested a hand on his shoulder. “Lucky for you, it's a short walk. Lucky for me, it's not long for you to come up with an alibi.”

The man stiffened under Ludwig’s touch, but otherwise his face remained unchanged.

Ludwig ignored the stares of the passerby as he told the man his rights.

The man listened, his brow furrowing. “A little slower, please?”

Ludwig read them a little slower. He realized that he had become so used to the words that they slipped out steadily and quickly. For a foreigner, it must have been difficult to keep up. “Do you understand?”

“I do.”

Ludwig steered the man forward. He grabbed his bag, aware of how strange they must have looked as they walked down the street. It was a five minute walk to the station from the café, but he knew that by taking a couple alleyways, he could shave off two minutes. As he had no handcuffs, he had no means to guarantee the man would stay with him except for the iron grip he had on the man’s shoulder. He steered him toward an alleyway.

They passed a garbage truck, the back closing as the garbage man made his way back to the cab.

Suddenly, the man jerked away from Ludwig’s grip and lurched forward, pulling the euros and a card out of his back pocket and tossing them into the garbage truck.

“Wait!” Ludwig burst, shocked.

The door to the garbage truck shut completely and drove down the alleyway and out into the street, apparently not hearing Ludwig’s cries.

“What did you just do?!”

The man returned to Ludwig, turning his back to him wordlessly.

Ludwig grumbled. As infuriating as it was, he knew that the man was exercising his right to remain silent. Regardless, he couldn't help but feel his blood boiling at the act.

They finally made it into the station. It bustled with officers going about their business, each focused on whatever they had to be doing at the moment.

The secretary stood up, frowning as the odd pair approached. “Ludwig? This is your day off!”

“It appears that crime doesn’t take days off.” Ludwig responded. “I was out running some errands when I caught this scam artist.”

“I’ll get a holding cell for you.” The secretary said, lifting his phone.

“Thank you.” He directed his gaze to the man.

The man’s face had changed from a firm resolve to that of a startled innocent man.

Ludwig couldn’t help but feel his stomach drop. “Come on.” He urged, steering the man forward.

Ludwig locked the man in the holding cell, the man standing at the bars and grabbing them in a white-knuckle grip.

Ludwig retrieved a clip board from his desk, lifting it and unfolding his reading glasses.

“I’m not a scammer, I swear! Please, just let me go!” The man pleaded.

Ludwig eyed him over the top of his glasses. He was convincing, that was for sure. If Ludwig had not been caught in the midst of the scam himself, he would have believed the man. “Name?”

“Feliciano Vargas.” The man replied. “Please, I just want to leave.”

“Brown eyes, brown hair…” Ludwig muttered, filling out the form. “Age?”

“Twenty-three.”

Ludwig eyed the man. “Mm.”

The door burst open. “Beilschmidt, what’s the meaning of this? Today is supposed to be your day off.” Captain Kirkland asked, standing in front of the cell.

“Oh, thank God!” Feliciano cried. He spat out several frantic sentences in Italian. “Please, listen to me!”

“A scam artist.” Ludwig answered.

Captain Kirkland raised an eyebrow. “Scam artist, huh?” Captain Kirkland faced Feliciano. “What happened?”

“I was playing solitaire at the nearby café, and this man accused me of being a scam artist and dragged me here after showing me his badge!”

“Right.” Captain Kirkland turned to face Ludwig. “Beilschmidt. What happened?”

“I sat down with Vargas at the café and he tried a card game on me. He gave me three cards, two reds of hearts and one black of spades. He let me win, then he challenged me double or nothing and ‘dropped’ the cards before he picked them back up. I lost the second game, of course. I turned over the three cards and there were two red twos of hearts and one red three of hearts. Then I had what I needed and took him in.”

“Right.” Captain Kirkland grabbed the keys off of the desk and unlocked the door. “Mr. Vargas, I'll conduct a quick search for evidence.”

“Please!” Feliciano stepped out of the cell and held his arms out, obliging the captain.

Captain Kirkland gave him a quick pat-down, pulling a deck of cards out of Feliciano’s back pocket, and a wallet out of his front pocket. “That’s all he has. Beilschmidt, lock him up again.”

Captain Kirkland set the cards down on the desk, opening Feliciano’s wallet. “I.D., a credit card, a gift card to a café, and a couple one euro notes.”

Ludwig glared daggers at Feliciano.

Captain Kirkland turned his back to grab the cards off of the desk.

As Captain Kirkland’s back was turned, Feliciano turned to Ludwig and smirked at him victoriously.

Ludwig glowered back, already knowing that he had lost. That Feliciano would get off Scott free and leave him behind with a tarnished reputation. Ludwig had interacted with many criminals before. But there was something about Feliciano that made his blood boil. But more than that, more concerning…

There was something about Feliciano that made him excited. Intrigued.

Captain Kirkland fanned the deck, thumbing through them individually. With every red heart, he withdrew the card from the deck and set it on the desk. After he went through he fanned them out. “One three of hearts, one two of hearts.” He lay them on the desk, looking to Ludwig with something akin to pity.

Ludwig despised it.

“Beilschmidt, it would be impossible for Mr. Vargas to show you those cards. He doesn’t have them! Not to mention, there's not enough cash substantial enough to prove a con game. I think perhaps you should take a couple more days off.”

“Captain Kirkland-”

“That’s an order, Beilschmidt. For God's sake, you're carrying around your badge during the weekend.” Captain Kirkland interrupted. He turned to Feliciano, unlocking the cell. “Sorry about that, Mr. Vargas. Beilschmidt is usually very reliable. This is an anomaly.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it!” Feliciano grinned, waving dismissively. “I get it! Too much of a hard worker, huh?”

Ludwig didn’t respond. He bit the inside of his cheek to prevent saying something he would later regret. He knew that Captain Kirkland’s eyes were on him. “Perhaps.”

“If I could just have my things back…” Feliciano began, holding his hand out.

“Of course.” Captain Kirkland handed Feliciano the cards and wallet. “I will see you out personally.”

“Oh, thank you!” Feliciano grinned.

Captain Kirkland faced Ludwig. “Go on ahead and stay home until next Monday. I look forward to seeing you in.”

Ludwig nodded, clenching his jaw.

Captian Kirkland said something that Ludwig didn't pay attention to and led Feliciano out of the room. Before Feliciano left, though, he turned his head and smirked at Ludwig one more time before he left the station.

The next day, Ludwig was out and about. Not for any particular reason. He just couldn’t stand staying in his apartment. He was not one to laze around. It was like he had a compulsive need to do something. So, for today, he settled on going for a walk and enjoying the pleasant spring afternoon and grabbing coffee. He spotted that same coffee shop from a distance, a bitter taste on the edge of his tongue at the memory of that man. Belatedly, Ludwig noticed Feliciano seated at the café.

Feliciano was looking down, scribbling in a sketchbook, a half-full cappuccino sitting at his elbow as he sketched. He wore a blue button-down. Under the table, a jean-clad leg bounced easily.

Ludwig strode forward, pulling out his chair and sitting down.

Feliciano looked up from his work, smiling. “That is the most aggressively I have ever seen someone sit down.”

“How long have you been scamming?”

“Can I get you a cup of coffee?” Feliciano asked with a grin. This one was unlike any of the others Ludwig had seen. It was genuine. Full. Happy.

“I- what?” Ludwig asked, his frown loosening slightly with shock.

“A cup of coffee. You. Me. Talking. Coffee.”

“Why?” Ludwig asked.

Feliciano shrugged. “I don’t know why, but I like you. I want to get to know you better.” He smiled. “Besides, I kind of like that thing you do with your jaw.”

Ludwig clenched his jaw. God, this man was irritating. Despite himself, he found himself sort of flattered.

“Yes, that thing!” Feliciano pointed to Ludwig with his pencil.

Ludwig immediately stopped gritting his teeth. “Why would I get coffee with you?”

“I’ll only talk if you let me buy you a cup of coffee.” Feliciano answered.

Ludwig took a moment to weigh his dignity against his desire to learn more about Feliciano. Apparently, his desire outweighed his dignity. “Fine.”

Feliciano reached into his wallet and withdrew the gift card. “There’s enough to get whatever you want from the menu.”

Ludwig eyed the gift card skeptically in his hand.

“It was a gift. It’s not from scammed money, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Feliciano explained, picking up his pencil and once again stroking it on the paper.

Ludwig eyed the man sitting before him and stood up resolutely.

He returned five minutes later, setting his drink on the table and handing Feliciano his gift card.

As Feliciano accepted the card, he glanced at Ludwig’s drink. “Black coffee?”

Ludwig took a seat and sipped his drink.

“Somehow that seems like a good fit for you.”

Ludwig set the cup down on the saucer and glanced down at the velvety black surface of his coffee. “Thank you.”

“Of course!”

“I must admit, despite how much I don’t want to say it, I’m impressed. Not many people can get past Captain Kirkland. You’re not an average scam artist.”

“I’m not average.” Feliciano shut his sketchbook. “I may be running the risk of sounding full of myself, but I’m the best.”

“How long have you been scamming?”

“Since I was a little boy.” Feliciano answered. He spun the pencil absently in his left hand.

“Why?” Ludwig asked, frowning.

Feliciano shrugged. “I didn’t have the easiest childhood. My parents died when I was young, so I was left in the care of my grandpa. He had to work a lot. We were pretty poor, so I picked up scamming to help supplement his income. I would slip the euros in his pocket when he wasn’t looking. It wasn’t a lot, but, you know, it’s coping I guess.”

“I’m sorry.” Ludwig apologized.

Feliciano looked up with an easy grin. “Don’t be. It’s part of life.”

Ludwig paused, looking over Feliciano's shoulder as he thought of something to say. “What are you doing in Germany?”

“My grandpa is doing a lot better now. He expanded his winery, and he wanted my brothers and I to see the world. I travel for art, and I scam every once in a while.”

“Is scamming really that profitable?”

Feliciano shrugged. “Not really. It’s not like I keep it.”

Ludwig frowned confusedly. “I’m sorry?”

“I don’t keep it. I give it away. I leave it places, I give it to homeless if I happen to pass ‘em, I buy coffee for whoever’s behind me, that kind of thing.”

“Why?”

“It’s not the money I want. It’s the thrill. I’m not proud of it, but I’m sort of addicted to it.”

“Perhaps it isn’t my business, but does it make you feel guilty? Scamming people of their money?”

“Not really.” Feliciano withdrew a deck of cards from his back pocket, shuffling them absently. “I mean, if you think about it, at most people lose ten euro at most. Sometimes, people don’t go double or nothing and they get away with entertainment five euros richer. Besides, you don’t really have a way of knowing this, but I only operate in high-income areas where people can spare the money.”

“But still. Scamming is scamming.” Ludwig said.

Feliciano stopped shuffling. “I’m a man challenging people for money over three cards. I’m very clearly trying to hustle someone. If you fall for it, then you’re scamming yourself. I’m just the means by which you do it.”

Ludwig took a sip, unsure of what to say.

Feliciano drank his cappuccino. “I’m a nice man. I may not be a good one, but I’m a nice one. I pick up litter, I grab shopping carts left in grocery store parking lots and return them. I work the occasional soup kitchen. I just happen to scam people who can afford it.”

Ludwig looked down at his coffee. “It’s still scamming.”

“It is. But if I can have one vice, which I believe is equally balanced against the good I do, is scamming really that bad?”

“Perhaps not.” Ludwig replied. “I wish the world was black and white. I don’t like grays.”

“The world is never quite that simple.” Feliciano said.

Ludwig, unsure of how to reply, took another sip and watched people walk down the street. He wish he had thought to bring his dog with him.

“Thank you for sitting down with me.”

Ludwig looked over to Feliciano. “You’re welcome. Your story is very interesting. Where are you going next?”

“I haven’t been in Germany very long.” Feliciano answered. “It’s a gorgeous country. I may stay here for a couple weeks more and head off to France with my brothers.”

“If you have time, you should visit the Bradenburg Gate.”

“Oh?” Feliciano asked.

Ludwig nodded. “It is beautiful. It isn’t too far from here. Free admission. A good way to spend the morning.”

Feliciano smiled like he was holding a secret. “Perhaps I should.”

Ludwig smiled back, then quickly looked away. He wasn’t sure why he felt like he couldn’t make eye contact with Feliciano. Something deep in his stomach stirred and his heart beat a little faster. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he would definitely take time to analyze it further later.

“Would you mind taking our dishes into the café?” Feliciano asked.

Ludwig glanced down and noticed that Feliciano’s cup was empty. Ludwig tossed back the last of his coffee and grabbed Feliciano’s saucer. “Sure. I’ll be right back.”

“Looking forward to it.” Feliciano smiled that same secretive grin.

Ludwig waited in line to return his cups. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt disappointed at the thought of Feliciano leaving when he returned. He felt disappointed at the fact that he may not see him again. Perhaps he had found a friend in Feliciano. He briefly thought about exchanging contact information before he shook himself. The man was a con artist. They had talked for maybe half an hour, and here he was wanting to meet up with him again.

What was wrong with him?

He returned outside the café, surprised to see that Feliciano wasn’t there. He felt his heart fall in his chest. He was about to leave when he noticed a playing card sitting on the table. Just a single card. He stepped forward to grab it when a gust of wind carried it off. He sprinted forward to catch it as it flew, running past shops and brushing people as he ran. The wind suddenly whipped left, carrying the card with it. Ludwig lurched forward and caught it before it flew into the street. He took his foot off the street and turned it over in his hands, surprised to find writing on it in black marker.

Meet me at Bradenburg tomorrow. Coffee’s on you this time.

Despite himself, Ludwig smiled down at the card and his heart lifted once more.

[breitzbachbea]

I have two unanswered asks and an exam coming up, but one day I might just ask if y'all wanna hear about the OC ideas I have for my Hetalia AU which I didn't yet have the balls to commit to.

[demoness-designs]

Did someone say some badass Germany and Hungary in a police au? Because I did this... 😁

[my-heta-academia-hub]

Regarding the police force!

I still need to design the police uniform...

You, of course, can still give your muse the role of a police department employee but you might just have to wait for me to actually design the uniform before making your blog ;; sorry guys

The police department is called PPD (Perpetuum Police Department)!

EDIT: The police uniform can be found here!

[magiclaud]

Inktober 15: Post-Mortem examinations

a/n: I don’t know a thing about forensics, and my knowledge about it is limited to the thrillers I enjoy so much. I’m planning on writing a larger work of mystery, although the plot and premise will be completely different. 

Arthur arrived at the crime scene at the same time as the DA’s office. They greeted each other silently, and Arthur kneeled to take out the stained sheet that was covering the victim’s face.

“Was the face already covered?” he asked. Prosecutor Beilschmidt stirred. “The hotel cleaners did it.” “Oh,” Arthur noted how the culprit must’ve not known the victim enough to feel guilty about the murder. It was a pragmatic way of thinking, but it was his work. And he couldn’t help but find the whole scene fascinating.

The victim’s legs were broken as if they had been prevented to run away. He had been tied up,  Arthur noted, as ugly bruises covered the man’s wrists. He was naked too, and Arthur couldn’t help to notice the smell of urine of the body and the lashes of flesh which had been traced on his stomach until his ribcage, a wound superficial enough to estimate the man would’ve been alive when it had been inflicted.

However, Arthur’s body shuddered when his eyes landed on the crotch. The cock has been cut with a razor that seemed to have remained on the man’s tip until then. There had been an undoubted loss of blood, and the device had infected the flesh as a mass of pus that had formed around the wound. As he looked closer, Arthur wondered if the skin so opened was a sign that the culprit had used scissors too.

The face, aside from the bruised lips, had been untouched. Although the colour had left the victim’s cheeks, Arthur could bet the man had been handsome.

“He signed in with another man?” “The receptionist says he did. He had scheduled it three weeks ago.” “And I guess we don’t know the identity of the man that signed with him.” “No, but at least we could identify the victim. Alfred Jones was his name.”

Alfred Jones. An oddly common name for such a bizarre death. “Tell me. Do his relatives know something? His friends?”

“No. They say they didn’t know he was dating someone.”

“Ashamed, eh?” Arthur murmured. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Forget it. And his coworkers? Have you contacted them?”

The prosecutor pursed his lips. “He was unemployed.”

“Yet he could afford a hotel room like this,” Arthur looked at the corpse again. “He’s not quite the looker. Not in such good shape, either, and his glasses are so boring I’m going to puke,” he paused. “They must’ve met on a website. And, if he’s been planning it for weeks, it couldn’t have been casual.”

“So, what do you think?” “I think this murder is not something ordinary, which calls for a hypothesis even more extraordinary.”

“Mm?” “It will happen again, sooner than we expect. He’s had a taste of what’s like to inflict pain, and he’s become addicted,” and then Arthur made the mistake of looking at Alfred Jones again because, oh god, he couldn’t shake the feeling of how wrong the situation was how he shouldn’t do this.

He really shouldn’t. It was problematic, especially for him. To become involved in something like this, in a whole level of intimacy.

But Arthur’s ill mind told him already that he didn’t have a choice in the matter.

[ask-forensic-artist-romano]

“Ciao, I’m Lovino. You describe it, I draw it.”

[mieudiary]

So what will you do? Doing nothing and die a horrible death or trying and still die a horrible death? 

[glassparty]

Sorry, but I have to arrest you for stealing my heart!

[yandere-romanticaa]

Su cautivo.

|| title translation: His captive.

APH Spain x Fem! Reader

police! AU

Sitting in his office, the young officer grumbled to himself. Paperwork in hand, he got down to work not before checking the clock on the office wall.

17:50.

Ah, his shift would be over soon, how wounderful! And if he got really lucky, he could maybe catch a glimpse of his beloved at just the right time... A dreamy sigh escaped Antonio's lips as he held his warm cheeks with his gloved hands. Just the mere mention on (y/n)'s name was enough for the Spaniard to lose all control of himself but he needed to stay focused. Thanks to his position, he was able to learn a lot more about (y/n). Her job, where she lived, etc, etc. He liked to make sure that she wasn't hanging around the wrong crowd, Antonio could never forgive himself if he ever let something happen to (y/n)!

The two of them met suddenly, almost as if God himself decided that the two were made for one another!... At least, that was the case in Antonio's derranged mind that is. In his eyes, (y/n) was the sweetest little angel that could do no wrong. Yeah, she had some fire to her but the Spaniard liked that. He liked that a lot, actually. She made his dull life a lot more exciting and he found himself craving her presence each and every day. Only her smile could cure his sadness, only her touch could make him feel complete. Oh yes, Antonio was deeply in love with (y/n) but somewhere along the way his feelings started to become a lot more twisted. He really didn't want to admit it but he was a jealous and possessive man. For someone so carefree he never thought that such a horrible feeling could ever take ahold of him, but that was the kind of power (y/n) had over Antonio.

She made him do and feel certain things he had never felt before, it was almost as though he was under some sort of spell. But he was perfectly content with being under that spell, and as a matter of fact he absolutely adored it!

As much as he wanted to though, he simply couldn't do whatever he pleased. He was a man of the law, and he wanted nothing more then to protect those around him. He became a police officer to ensure the safety of others and he loved his job. In fact, if it wasn't for this job, he never would have met (y/n)! Recently she came to Spain to vacation with her friends and he had to give her a parking ticket. She was so flustered the first time they met and Antonio found it so difficult to be fair. He could tell that she really didn't know any better, but he had to still give her the ticket. Still though, he couldn't completely hold himself back, calling her a beauty and sending a cheeky little wink along her way. Ever since then, the Spaniard had watched intently, finding the girl to be utterly irrasistible. He kept track of her activities and he made sure to bump in to (y/n) a couple of times too. To his delight she wasn't bitter to him at all, instead she would greet him with the sweetest of smiles. They would talk and chat for hours and hours, and Antonio always somehow found a subject that she liked. The way her eyes gleamed with joy when she spoke about her hobbies and passions was just so precious. He could have sworn that the (h/c)ette could hear his rapidly beating heart....

He also always made sure to be nothing but charming and patient with (y/n). She was falling for him, he was sure. He was so sure in fact that he even found several ways to sabotage her little trip. He always found a way to get her in trouble and he always managed to separate her from her friends. He was always there on time to save her, and (y/n) was always oh so happy to see him. They were meant to be, he knew it, he just did!

Reaching for his back pocket, he pulled out a pair of sturdy handcuffs. They gleamed brightly under the officle lights, as if they were tempting Antonio. He could already imagine her two soft hands cuffed, him leading her away somewhere... A dark smile formed itself on Antonio's handsome face as he decided to do something he wanted to do for so long now.

♡♡♡

Walking down the dimly lit street, Antonio made his way towards a club. There were a few calls in regards to the noisy club but this was also a great oppurtunity for Antonio to capture his sweetheart. He could already pitcure her petrified face as he took her away all for himself... He was so selfish, wasn't he? Wanting all of that beauty and glory for himself only!

Pity he didn't give a single damn.

Kicking the door down, he raised his gun up in the air shouting "Police, no one move!" In front of him were two young men who have gotten in to a fight and in between him was the person he was looking for... Talk about good luck! The entire club fell silent as Antonio examined the room quickly. Various wine bottles were shattered to pieces as several guests had small injuries on themselves. He alerted his colluges and the hospital. In the meantime, he calmed everyone down but he paid special attention to (y/n). He could see her shock from miles away and Antonio wanted nothing more then to ease her worries. He decided to take his chances as he approached (y/n) to "arrest" her. He quietly mumbled in her ear how she was an important witness and that he needed to question her at the police station. She relaxed a little, but still bearly walked along side Antonio. Her hands were cuffed at the back as the metal held on tightly on to her wrists. Antonio made sure to cuff her tightly, aftrer all he can't let her run away! She was being such a good girl now, obeying all of his rules. A scarlet blush tinted his cheeks as he and (y/n) entered the car. A goofy smile was on the brunette's face as his green eyes focused on the (h/c) beauty through the rear view mirror. He knew that he had to pay close attention to the road in front of him but he couldn't help but to steal a glance.

By now (y/n) had realized just how wrong all of this was. She hadn't done anything wrong, and no matter how much she saw she still couldn't be that important to be held up for questioning, right? Not to mention the way Antonio stared her down sent shivers down her spine. The way his eyes stared down her figure was nothing short but predatory, and being both in the same car as him really didn't help to ease her situation. The entire car ride was intense as heavy rain started to pour down, the ocassional thunder roaring loudly through the sky. (y/n) shook up a bit, the latest lightning bolt slightly scaring her.

How adorable was she?!

After a few silent minutes, the duo was now in front of the police station. The building was dark as the heavy rain tapped against the car window, making the tense atmosphere more unsettling. She could tell Antonio was planning something but she had no clue as to what that was. She tried to wiggle her hands but the metal cuffs were just far too tight. Noticing her small escape attempt, the Spaniard smirked, feeling pleased with himself. Reaching in to his front pocket he took out a small syringe. A dark glint formed itself in his forest green eyes as (y/n) stared helplessly at the mysterious liquid. She wobbled and shook in her seat, trying desperately to somehow open the car door. Salty tears pricked her eyes as Antonio grew closer, almost breathing down her neck by this point. She whimpered, cried, begged Antonio not to hurt her.

Silly girl, can't you see that he wants to protect you? Being by his side means guaranteed saftey and comfort and that was all he wanted to give to his darling. With nowhere else to go, Antonio gently pricked (y/n)'s soft neck with the syringe, a loud whimper escaping her in the process. Soon enough her vision became foggy as her heart pounded in her chest madly. A sweet and loving voice filled her ears as Antonio sung her a little song in hopes of calming her down.

She was his to take and his to keep, and now she was finally his to love as well.

[nethwan]

APH Rare Pair Week 2020

Day 6- Music (80′s AU + Playlist)

aph Netherlands x aph Taiwan

This is the 2nd part of this  Previous AU here are the songs of Side B. Side A is under the cut. 

Side A | Side B 

1. Be Near Me - ABC // 2. Magic - The Cars // 3. Souvenir - OMD // 4. I Can Dream About You - Dan Hartman // 5. In Your Eyes - Peter Gabriel // 6. Heaven - Bryan Adams // 7. Never Tear Us Apart - INXS // 8. Keep On Loving You - Reo Speedwagon // 9. Crazy - Icehouse // 10. Point Of No Return - Nu Shooz // 11. Eternal Flame - The Bangles // 12. Take My Breath Away - Berlin // 13. Don’t Dream It’s Over - Crowded House // 14. Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - The Police

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

So I Have A SMALL Lore Reveal For My Hazbin AU! Ebony Ain’t The ONLY Plushie Demon In Hell! Mett Four Other Plush Demons: Amulet, Sylph, Amethyst, And Aphrodite(Aph For Short). So! Time For Some Backstory On These Guys! First Up; Sylph Is The Leader Of The Group, Followed By Aph, Amulet, Then Amethyst! Actual Backstory Time As To WHY These Guys Haven’t Been Seen Before(Aside From Me Being Lazy As HELL To Draw T H E M)!

Backstory:

These Four Arrived In Hell At Different Times(Oldest Is Sylph, Hence Why She’s The Leader), But Were Around The Same Powerwise(Aside From Amethyst, But She’s The Youngest, So That’s To Be Expected.), So They Formed A Group, Taking Over Maybe Half Of The Pentagram’s Territory. NOBODY Was Happy With This, So Alastor Was Sent After Them, But Fell Back After Realizing They Were Too Much For Him To Handle. Alastor Reports That They’re Too Strong For HIM To Handle And Sending In Any Of The OTHER Overlords Would Be Too Risky. ENTER LUCIFER. The Group(Now Calling Themselves “The Dwellers” For Their Group Name) Was Freaked Out By His Sudden Attack, So They Fell Back, Surrendering Most Of Their Territory And Going Into Hiding.(The Territory They Kept Was A Small Hideout With All They Needed To Survive.) Afterwards, Lucifer Returned, Exhausted, And Announced That They Had Been Defeated.(For The Time Being-) Timeskip To The Start Of The Hazbin Hotel Show, And They Start To Become More Active And They’re No Longer Just Fairytales Told To Keep Little Imps In Line Anymore. They Start Attempting To Take Back “Their” Territory Bit By Bit. Sylph Is More Prone To Violence, Amulet Is More Wary Of Sylph(RIGHTFULLY SO), Aphrodite Is More Relaxed, And Amethyst Is FAR MORE ANXIOUS. 

Backstory Aside, I Feel Like Elaborating On Their Deaths And Why They’re In Hell!

Amulet: Murdered In “Self Defense” And Ran From The Police, Not Looking Where She Was Going And Eventually Falling Into The Sea And Drowning.

Sylph: Serial Killer In Life, Got Too Excited After One Kill And Went After A Kid And When They Ran, She Chased Them Through A Rail Yard And Wasn’t Fast Enough To Miss The Train.

Amethyst: Was A Hunter In Life And Shot Someone Instead Of A Deer And Enjoyed The Rush, Getting Addicted. Got Caught After A Murder And Ran Off Through A Forest, Eventually Running Into A Lake And Drowning.

Aphrodite: Got Assaulted And Killed The Attacker In Self Defense, When She Got Home, The Guilt Was Too Much And She Shot Herself In The Head(Hence The Hood).(Reblogs Appreciated!)

[thicclaurance]

Concept:

Mob au where the shadow knights are the mob and Aph and the gang are the police

[alfred-braginsky]

In the middle of answering an ask for the dbh/aph rusame au I have changed my mind on Ivan’s human background.

He is not a police officer or detective. he is not associate with the police at all. He is a private investigator. He doesn't like the way they deal with things and he does things his own way. It may not be the most profitable occupation but he does it.

Android Alfred escapes the club he ‘works’ at after the murder of his friend and seeks justice. He stole a stack of cash he figured he needed it that's how the world works he knows this. He can't go to the police because honestly, the way the law works is he is seen as property and would just be returned to the club or be deactivated. He can't have that. He removes his LED for safety reasons. He knows he'd have a better time navigating the world without his LED

So he does some research. He hears about someone, a private investigator, who has done some work with advocating for androids.

He makes it to this run down office. He's lucky he turns his temperature setting off because he'd be cold. He knocks on the door and no one answers. He just lets himself in and does some exploring. This person sure likes their vodka. He doesn't see much decoration. He goes over to his desk and opens the desk seeing a older wrinkled picture of three children. He finds a shit ton of papers but he's not interested in them. He hears a moan. A sleepy moan. Alfred heads over to the other room and sees a bed in the corner of the room. There is a lump under the sheets. He is quiet. He tip toes into the room and slides onto the bed. In an instant he is tackled to the floor.

"There is no money to be taken here. You better leave by the count of three or I'll break your bones into dust." he growls out his accent thick and heavy with grogginess from sleep.

Alfred not too afraid, he's been in worse positions.

"I'm not here for money. I've probably got more than you anyways. I'm for your help." Ivan is hesitant to let him go but he does. He gets off of him, pulls out a gun and fixes it on Alfred while he goes to turn on the light.

"Can you not read? Office hours are from 8 to 11, it's 5 in the morning." He's a little pissed but Alfred can tell this isn't the weirdest thing he's been woken up by.

"I...I know I'm sorry I just..." Alfred doesn't know what to say.

Ivan realizes he's still holding the gun to him. And once he realizes he's not a threat lowers the gun.  He sighs and motions Alfred to follow him. The sun is just starting to rise and goes into the front room to sit at his desk. He pulls out a tape recorder and a leather bound note back and Alfred just follows him standing not knowing what to do with himself.

"Tell me what I can do for you." And Ivan looks determined. There's bags under his eyes, Alfred can tell that this isn't his first sleepless night.

For the first time Alfred finds a human that isn't quite that bad.

[qqtriestoart]

Hey I'm dummy who wasnt taught things in school. I do not understand your england hongkong india france Malaysia talk. Care to explain to your hearts content?

Hey different countries cover different aspects of history so in that sense, everyone is a dummy including me haha. First of all I'd like to clarify that when I mentioned Francis, I was referring to an AU I'm brewing up that takes place in 1930s Malaya(which is now known as Malaysia). In the AU, aph malaysia is a witch doctor who Francis and Arthur will face (the au involves murders and superstitions). Aph Malaysia isnt the bad guy but she will make Arthur's job of unravelling the truth a tad bit more difficult.(my personal way of saying Then Perish @ the British Empire lol)

About the colonizer - colony thing, I just have a strong dislike for when the colonizer is shown to be a parent(ex: HK and Eng) or them being shipped together(ex: India and Eng). I feel like the former undermines the colonies history before England arrived. To me, theres a difference between being a parent and being a parent figure. England and China supposedly having HK "together" just leaves a bad taste in my mouth considering the circumstances behind HK being passed to Eng history wise.

For the latter, I just.... extremely dislike that sort of relationship in canon verse. The British Empire's track record ain't that great...and I just... can't....ya get me? It feels like a subconscious manifestation of romanticizing colonialism. Yes, I know it's just hetalia and I understand who am i to police people in what they like and dislike? And honestly I'm not going to shame anybody who likes the headcanons/interpretation I dislike because it's just an anime. These are just my personal take on things. (I don't mind AUs tho, as long as it's well thought out).

To make it short, due to circumstances in history there are just some headcanons of relationships between characters that i just can't stomach.

[ask-alice-dearie]

So I had this Au ideal where 2p!America knows Nyo England like Aph America. So he basically pretends to be him, and tricks Nyo England into doing stuff she wouldn’t normally do.

Aph America walks into his appointment when out of the blue his phone goes off like crazy. It’s the police and he rushes over to turn on the tv. (( he’s like the chef of police )) When he sees Nyo England runing into the bank with a gun he panics and says “ hold your fire “

However the police didn’t hear him properly and strats to shot. He then rushes to the scecen to fine 2p!America holding a dying Nyo England.

She then finds out that 2p!America was lying and she reaches out to Aph America only to die.

Yea it’s kinda rough and doesn’t mind that much since, but ya know whatever.