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There She Goes (3)

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Bucky Barnes x AFAB!Reader

You're a bright superhero popstar, and he's a quiet, brooding ex-assassin who seeks redemption. The two of you are like sun and moon. When Bucky suddenly moves in with the Avengers, you stop at nothing, trying to become closer with him. What could possibly go wrong?

Au!Post Civil War where all the Avengers are alive. This story is a slow-burn romcom!

Title and story inspired by the song There She Goes by The La's

Series tags: sunshine x grumpy trope, strangers to friends to lovers, 2000s romcom vibes, crackfic, reader is a bold outgoing flirt and Bucky is a self reserved shy?man, fluff & crack fic, some angst, bucky is trying to heal and you try to help him, maybe future smut?

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chapter summary: Tony forces you and Bucky to team up for the first time, and of course, it goes horrendously wrong.

chapter warnings: slight nudity, mentions of marijuana, sexual innuendos, creepy men, catcalling.

A/N: here we go! all aboard the sunshine and bucky train!

Word count: 4.6k

‘Are you guys having a staring contest?’ you asked as you sat across from Bucky and Sam in the briefing room.

Your best friend and soon-to-be part-of-your-himbo-collection friend were busy getting lost in each other’s eyes while you settled in to wait for the team meeting.

You glanced down to their legs which were touching knee to knee as they were squinting at each other, refusing to lose against one another.

‘Am I interrupting something here? Maybe get a room instead of eye fucking each other in Steven’s Holy Briefing Room?’ you spoke out, just a tad louder than usual.

No response from either man. Sam’s eyes started to water and Bucky began to smirk at this sight.

‘What a bunch of immature losers.’ you thought as you brought yourself to the other side of the desk and situated yourself in front of them. Spreading your arms with a wide stretch, you got your palms together with a thunderous clap, accompanied by a small but very bright flash of light that emitted from your hands.

‘Fuck!’ ‘Shit!’ Both Avengers both swore at the same time in surprise. The super soldier reeled back and slammed his metal arm on the desk in response, while your Birdy boy quickly covered his eyes with his palms.

‘Sunshine! What was that for!? Are you trying to blind me? I was about to win a bet! Thanks to you I lost 20 bucks!’ Sam screeched. Once he finally recovered, he raised his head and squinted at your face. A large mischievous grin from you gave him a small shiver down the spine.

‘How- What? What was that?’ Bucky groaned. He was going to get a massive headache from this stunt that you just pulled on him. The poor man slowly glanced up at you with a look that would kill you ten times over.

‘Well, the two of you were busy getting lost in each other’s eyes, so I had to resort to flashing you guys.’ you scoffed.

‘You can always flash us a different way Sunshine.’ Sam teased.

‘And take the risk of the paparazzi getting pictures of my glorious body? No way! Unless they’re willing to pay me the big bucks!’

‘Is anyone going to answer my questions?’ Bucky cut in. ‘(Y/n), what kind of power is that?’

‘Oh I’m so sorry my dear!’ you said with playful sarcasm. Jumping on the table and twisting your body to face closer to him, you continued your bantering. ‘How could I leave you hanging?’

The brunette-brooding man stared at you, clearly tired of your squabbling bullshit.

You mirrored his action right back at him.

Sam did alternate takes on you and Bucky, with a dangerously high smirk creeping up on his features.

After the small starting contest, you finally decided to answer. ‘I have photokinesis! You know, bending lights and stuff. In other words, I’m a ball of light! Which is why everyone here calls me Sunshine.’ you explained, drawing the last sentence like it left a bad taste in your mouth.

His eyebrow raised slightly with this revelation. ‘So you’re a lightbulb.’

A genuine look of confusion spread on your features. ‘Pardon?’

You could hear Sam stifling a laugh to your side. You shot him a quick side-eye.

‘You know, like a fluorescent light? How about a lamp? Like that jumping light in one of those animation movies’ Bucky continued. A small teasing smile appeared. It was the first time you saw him smile.

Your heart fluttered. But you wouldn’t let it be known.

‘Did you just call me the Pixar lamp?’ you gawked.

The macho Birdman lost his cool as he started to howl with laughter. ‘Oh, Tinman got some jokes now huh? Looks like he’s matching your energy Sunshine and trust me, I thought I’d never see the day.’

A smile of genuine disbelief and humour appeared on your lips as Bucky was adamant about continuing his name-calling streak. You wouldn’t believe, the grumpy technically-old-man-but-handsome-guy was actually opening up to you.

It was only a matter of time until he rightfully joined your Himbo squad.

As Bucky opened his mouth, the room’s door suddenly burst open, with Tony, Steve, Clint, Natasha, Bruce and Thor walking in. Your eyes zeroed in and lit up as you saw your favourite God of Thunder march in.

‘David Hasselhoff! I missed you!’ you called out as you quickly hopped off the table and ran towards the blond man.

Sam didn’t miss the frown that suddenly appeared on Bucky’s lips.

‘Sunlight! I told you my name is Thor, remember? Do you always forget my name every time we meet?’ He greeted you back with a smile. Your arms spread open as you hugged him, and Thor couldn’t help but laugh.

Tony, who was sick of you and questioned why he even let you on the team, grabbed your shirt collar and peeled you away from the god, much to your dismay.

‘Get your slimy hands off of me Stonk!’ you cried out.

Tony sighed. ‘Alright Sunshine, I know you want to spend more time with Baywatch over here but we got work to do. I already let you in on this meeting despite your busy world tour schedule, so don’t make me regret my decision kid.’

To the side, Bruce muttered to Natasha; ‘You would think she’s related to Tony.’

The redhead smiled in response. “To be honest they're more like twins.’

‘Oh god, that's even worse.’ the scientist chuckled airlessly.

The Earth's Mightiest Heroes situated themselves in their respective seats. However, instead of taking your usual spot next to Tony and Thor, you decided to sit between Sam and Bucky. This didn't go unnoticed, but everyone decided to keep their thoughts to themselves that day.

Steve started to ramble on about some bad guy having access to confidential government information and being willing to sell it out.

God, you hated these briefings. It was so boring. Maybe if the Captain did a song and dance it would catch your attention. But for now, you could always rely on Natasha to tell you the bits and bobs you actually needed to know.

‘Psst. Bucko. Did you listen to the best album of the century yet?’ you whispered, nudging your left leg to his right.

‘Stop talking. I'm trying to pay attention.’ he grumbled.

A mischievous glint sparkled in your eye as you propped your hand to hide your (one-sided) conversation. ‘Oh don't be such a stick into the mud. I heard Nat that you were humming Isn't She Lovely this morning. What do you think?’

You felt a large foot pressing on top of yours in response. A sharp inhale escaped your lungs as the foot pressed harder into yours.

‘Stop. Talking.’ he growled.

A squeak unwillingly escaped your lips as Bucky's foot firmly stepped on yours. Sam looked at you weirdly as you gave him a pained smile.

‘Bunkos.’ you pleaded. ‘Stop-’

He dug in even more. You swore you saw a vein pop up in his temple as he clenched his jaw in annoyance. Of course, he stared into you, but instead of his brooding stare, there was a mixture of annoyance and slight amusement.

‘What a masochist.’ your mind echoed.

‘Okay!’ you whispered harshly. ‘I’ll shut up’

‘-thank you Barnes and (Y/n) for volunteering on this mission!’ Tony called out in the front.

Like deer in headlights, the two of you froze as the entire team turned their heads to face you and Bucky.

It was never a good sign when Tony used your actual name.

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The only thing soothing your nerves at the moment was the quiet hum of the Quintet as it speedily and soundlessly sped in the night sky. The reason for your nervousness?

It took everything under your power to not look at the bionic staring machine situated across from you.

‘You’ll get used to it.’ Sam had said to you earlier.

You’re starting to think that he's lying to you.

Like a powerful magnet, you couldn't help but draw your eyes onto his very blue ones. The way he was staring at you made you wonder if he had gears in his head, like a machine.

‘For the record, I think this can be a great bonding time for the both of us!’ you said with fake enthusiasm.

It's amazing how a man can only blink 3 times in the span of 3 minutes and still project a burning gaze into someone in front of them.

Then Bucky finally spoke back, ‘You and your big mouth got us stuck here on a mission we both don't want to do Lamp.’

For once in your life someone was genuinely pushing your buttons. And that someone was Golden Boy’s best friend; Bucky Barnes.

‘You know what? Sure it was my fault we ended up in this situation, but know this Binky.’ you started as you brought up your finger to point at him. ‘At the end of this mission, we WILL be friends.’

‘Wouldn’t dream of it, Fluorescent Lights.’

‘Dude. That's not even an insult.’

Bucky let out a low ‘hmph’ as he faced away from you, staring elsewhere that wasn't you.

Whatever. You could deal with his pissy attitude later.

‘Hey, Sam with the Plan! What's the rundown on this mission?’ you called out to the pilot in the front.

‘You know, maybe if you actually listened to Steve you would know what's going on!’ he spat back.

‘You know what? Consider your free pass to see Megan Thee Stallion cancelled!’

Sam whined. ‘Alright, fine! Tony wants you and Mr. Cyborg here to infiltrate a restaurant in Shanghai where there's a meetup between a former SHIELD official who's been selling confidential government information to an underground buyer!’ he shot back.

‘Hey, you guys know I'm right here you know!’Bucky interfered.

A sudden turbulence shook the Quinjet, causing the three of you to rock forward.

‘Woah!’ you yelled as you were suddenly launched towards Bucky. Closing your eyes to the impact, you expected him to move to the side and to meet face forward with the wall of the jet.

Instead, you heard a grunt and felt a tough chest cushioning the impact. Arms instantly wrapped around your torso as you landed. Your eyes shot open, whipping your head up to only see the super soldier’s blue iris bearing into yours.

First thing you noticed:

They're really blue.

His arms were strong.

You liked being held by strong arms.

This revelation caused your brain to haywire.

‘You’re heavy.’ he muttered. He truly hadn't meant it, he just didn't know what else to say when you were literally pressed on his body.

‘Sorry!’ you squeaked, scrambling to get off him. No snarky response from you, all you could think about was his strong arms wrapping around you.

You pushed yourself off of him and promptly made your way back to your side.

You failed to see that his ears were bloodshot red.

A pair of brown eyes watched from the front as the interesting scene unfolded.

‘Woah there Sunshine! Jumping from man to man are you?’ Sam teased.

Your lips pursed shut in response. Sam’s eyes widened. There was no way that you, the snarky and boisterous diva, and possibly one of the most famous people on the planet, was flustered over a man who barely tolerated you.

‘Are you…? You're actually speechless?!’ he shrieked.

‘ShutbthefuckupSamorI’llshoveupastickupyourass!’ you hissed back.

Bucky couldn’t wait until he got back to his room. A raging headache was approaching and all he wanted was to sleep.

‘That’s what you get for never strapping up when we’re in the air!’ Sam chuckled, drawing his focus back to the front. ‘By the way, ETA is 5 minutes. I’m dropping y’all off just outside the city. Take Nat’s motorbike near the exit, you’ll need it to get to the restaurant.’

That was a signal to gear up. Promptly getting from your respective seats, you and Bucky started to prepare. On the seat were your special glasses, which also doubled as your disguise and a black tactical jacket. Grabbing the glasses, you put them on, while also adjusting the earpiece in your left ear.

‘That’s all you’re wearing? What’s with the glasses?’ Bucky’s scruffy voice piped up.

Your eyes darted at him, who was in the middle of attaching a gun holster to his thigh.

‘A disguise.’

‘You can’t be serious, anyone can recognize you with those on.’

‘No, these are special. First, Tony made these for me. For some reason, no one knows it's me when I rock them. Think of it as the Superman effect.’

‘Who?’

‘Secondly, these prevent me from blinding myself with my light. Pretty neat huh?’

‘Hn.’ was the only response from Bucky as he continued to zip his tactical jacket. As he finished, he quickly made his way towards the motorbike as Sam began descending the jet.

‘Sunshine, Barnes, remember that you just need to steal those confidential documents. Don’t make a scene! Just grab them and come back! I’ll meet you guys back here!’ Sam instructed as he opened up the Quinjet.

Bucky triggered the motorcycle on. The engine roared as it came to life. The super soldier hopped on and beckoned you to sit behind him. You grinned in response. Oh, how you missed missions while you were on tour.

‘See you later Sammy! Don’t miss me too much!’ you saluted as the bike started to leave.

The Quinjet was a few feet off of the pavement, but it didn’t stop Bucky from revving the engine to full speed. Adrenaline started pumping into your veins, causing you to shriek in excitement as you and he flew off and raced into the bustling busy nightlife in Shanghai.

It took less than 10 minutes for the two of you to reach the location. The building’s bright neon lights highlighted the street, and even though you had no idea what it read, you knew exactly what kind of atmosphere it held.

‘Wow. Whoever this buyer and seller is, they are kinky.’ you whistled.

Bucky clicked the engine off as he parked the motorbike near the curb. A confused expression graced his face. ‘What’s so kinky about a restaurant?’

Smiling in disbelief, you pointed at the poster of a dancer wearing very little and posing provocatively. ‘Bucko, I’m afraid to let you know that this isn't a restaurant. This is a strip club .’

‘What’s a strip club-’ he started before the gears started turning in his big head.

The realization drained the colour of his face.

‘Oh no. Oh no no no.’ he muttered as he scurried to get back on the motorbike. ‘(Y/n), I am not going in there.’

‘Hey! You can’t just ditch me! We both need to get in and get those documents! Who knows what world-ending secret this person is selling?’ you flailed. Grabbing the collar of his jacket, you yanked the larger man back to prevent him from leaving.

‘No! My dignity is on the line!’

‘What dignity? Bro, you’re an ex-assassin for a terrorist cult for 70 years but you draw the line at naked women?’

‘My Ma taught me decency and self-respect!’ he argued.

A sigh escaped your chest. ‘Alright, I get it. I don’t like this either but we’re on a mission here and we need to get this done. Good thing I brought some money because I just created a plan that will get us in and out faster than you could say ‘Stupid people say what.’

Bucky looked at you in disbelief as you walked to the nearby clothing store. With no choice but to follow, he followed you.

He hummed in thought.

‘Stupid people say wh-HEY!’

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‘I never want to be on a mission with you ever again.’ The brooding soldier protested as the two of you pushed in yourselves between moving bodies. The music in the club was unbearably loud, the air reeked of weed, and the neon laser lights were unbearable.

Bucky was currently wearing a nice navy blue silk three-piece with a matching tie. On his feet were nice brown leather dress shoes that contrasted nicely with his outfit. Two matching leather gloves which were also blue covered his hands. His shoulder-long hair was slicked back with gel. He didn’t want to admit it, but he cleaned up nicely.

On the other hand, you were wearing a large faux fur coat that pooled to the floor. He doesn’t even know what you’re wearing inside the coat, but he knows you’re wearing ridiculously high heels because you are way taller than you usually are. Despite the getup, you were still wearing those same glasses.

‘This is a horrible idea.’ he muttered in your ear. The two of you made your way to the bar and sat down on the stools.

‘This idea is the best shot distracting the buyer and seller as you snag what we need!’ you hissed back.

‘Forget that, it looks like I’m pimping you out!’ your partner objected.

‘Wait, how do you know-? Oh right, you’ve been hanging out way too much with Sammy.’

The two of you watched closely as a hooded figure made its way toward a clean-shaven bald man who definitely looked like bad news on the far left table, which was situated in front of a circular stage.

‘Buck, on your 9 o’clock. Looks like the meet-up is happening now.’ you lowly murmured.

The former assassin discreetly looked to his left. The hooded figure’s arm pulled out a brown folder and slid it towards the suspicious man.

Bucky was about to approach when he heard you yelp. He whipped his head to see a Chinese woman with heavy makeup grabbing your arm. She was speaking to you in Mandarin, and the tone she was using sounded like she wanted you to do something.

‘Hey miss! Let go! What are you saying? I don’t understand you!’ you refuted. The grip on your arm grew stronger as you tried to shake the woman off. You observed her closely, realizing that she looked like the manager of the establishment.

Realizing that it was no use, you urged Bucky to stop the exchange as you saw him frozen, not knowing what to do. ‘Go! Take the documents and go!’

His eyes shadowed as he frantically looked at the exchange and back at you. Once he realized that there was no choice but to follow your order, he shot you an apologetic look as he ran off.

Bucky's mechanical arm whirled as his metallic fingers clenched into a fist. Making his way towards the two suspicious individuals, he raised his right arm and clenched on the hooded figure’s shoulder, making them flinch. The man sitting across raised an eyebrow.

‘Can I help you sir?’ the man asked, his voice dripped with maliciousness.

‘Uh.’ his brain stuttered, struggling on what to say as an excuse. ‘I need that seat.’

‘But I sat here first!’

The super soldier felt the hooded individual’s shoulders tense as they registered his voice. Bucky grew suspicious and yanked down their hood. To his surprise, flowing blond locks gracefully sat on their shoulders. The person turned around with wide eyes, and his blood ran cold once he realized who the person behind the scheme was.

‘Sharon?’ he said incredulously.

‘Bucky? She gaped with shock. ‘What are you doing here?’

The man watching the scene unfold in front of him scampered back from the seat. ‘Wait… you mean Barnes? The Winter Soldier?’

Hearing that old name being thrown casually left a bad taste in Bucky’s mouth. His jaw clenched in response.

‘What’s in that folder Sharon?’ he pressed, gripping her shoulder firmly.

Her eyes wavered. This was not the ideal situation for her, and she had to get out of there, fast.

Realizing that she was hesitant, Bucky prepared himself to snatch the folder that was now laid out on the table in front of them before a booming announcement stopped him in his tracks. He didn’t understand a single word but one; Sunshine.

So much for staying undercover. ‘Screw you and your stupid plan’ he thought.

His worst nightmare came true when gazed upon the circular stage and saw you standing there, with nothing on but a skimpy pink bra and thong with those insane pink high heels.

Everything he’s known and seen about you has been against his will. He wished he could head back to Wakanda and get them to erase any memory he has of you.

The tips of his ears began to flare up as you started to pole dance on the stage to a raunchy rap tune. Bucky wanted to take eyes off desperately, but couldn’t get himself to do it as he kept his gaze glued to your provocative performance.

For some reason, he felt the need to shed his jacket.

The sound of Sharon’s gasp caused his eyes to finally break away from you. ‘Isn’t that…? What’s (Y/n) doing here? Why is she here dancing to Cardi B?’

The bad man whistled. ‘Damn, she’s hot! Let me get closer to try to get a glimpse of her ass-’

The man stopped and screamed in pain. A regular person would think that he suddenly collapsed for no reason, but Bucky saw what actually happened. While you were dancing, you shot a small energy light that was the size of a bullet into the bald man’s right calf.

Your partner looked up to you once more. He was met with your warning glare, as if you were saying ‘I gave you a leeway. Now get out of here with the document.’

No need to tell him twice. Bucky reached over the seats and dove into the table, snagging the brown envelope as he rolled off, body slamming into the stage.

The next few minutes were a blur. As he quickly got to his feet, Sharon attempted to slam her baton on his head, but he was quick enough to deflect it with his vibranium arm, pushing her away. Scanning the area quickly, he booked for the exit once he found it.

Meanwhile, you ripped off your heels and hopped off the stage. The sharp heel met with the face of the bald man as he tried to get up. Men in tactical gear started to flood into the bar, trying to stop you from escaping.

‘Oh come on!’ you huffed, grabbing your heels like a pair of batons. You realize that your outfit was probably not the best idea to fight in. Zeroing in on a fluffy white coat on a nearby bench, you ran barefooted and snatched it, wearing the sleeves as fast as you could. The soldiers inched closer and closer as you jumped over the tables and chairs. One of them tried to grab the collar of the coat, however you formed a small ball of light and smacked them with it.

Once you freed yourself from the onslaught of men, you booked for the exit and ran out of the strip club and into the cold streets of Shanghai.

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It took you half an hour to find Bucky outside the city, near where Sam dropped you off. You found the man sitting on a fallen log off the road, with the motorbike parked beside him. As you walked closer you noticed his once slicked-back hair was slightly frizzled, with strands of his brown hair framing his ruggish face. The once blue silk suit was tattered, with the left side ripped in half, showcasing his bare calf. The gloves he once wore were long gone.

‘Hey Bucky.’ you softly called out.

He looked up to see your figure slightly limping towards him. The faux fur coat you had was ripped in half, so you made a makeshift skirt to cover your almost bare bottom. The pair of heels were being held with your left hand, while you hugged yourself with your right arm. It was a miracle that those glasses still remained on your face.

You sat beside him. ‘Did you get it?’

A long silence lingered before he answered. He raised the folder up. ‘Right here.’

A small smile adorned your lips. ‘Mission accomplished.’

He frowned. ‘That mission went wrong in so many ways.’

‘Did you have a better idea?’

‘No, but if I did, it wouldn’t involve endangering you!’ you admitted.

Your eyes went wide from the revelation. ‘Why would you care? I thought you hated me! I thought I was annoying you! Which I admit, I was purposely doing!’

‘You may be annoying but my God (Y/n), I don’t wish for you to be injured or hurt!’ he confessed.

You’ve never been more shocked in your life. Looking closely at Bucky’s face you realized that he wasn’t entirely mad at you. There was also concern etched into his face.

The super soldier ran real fingers through his hair as he looked down at his feet. ‘Listen I-’ he started. ‘You’re okay. You’re tolerable. You just need to tone it down though but truthfully, I don’t mind your company.’

A small ‘o’ graced your lips. A spark of possible friendship was there, and you were going to take it.

You let out an airy chuckle. ‘I appreciate your concern, Bucko. But I promise I’m okay.

Besides,’ you gave him a shoulder nudge before you continued, ‘your confession made me feel much better.’

Bucky smiled softly. ‘I’m starting to regret it.’ he teased.

The two of you laughed softly before silence took over again.

The muted rustle of the leaves indicated that it was getting colder. Your body took notice, especially since you were half-naked with only a bra on. A shiver ran up your spine as the wind continued to blow.

You tried so hard to diveron your freezing body. Distracting yourself by looking at Bucky’s mechanical arm would hopefully help. Honing your sights on the silver and gold plating, you noticed that it glistened softly against the moonlight. How pretty.

Meanwhile, Bucky noticed your shivering figure. Concern graced his face once more, causing him to shed his jacket off. He hesitated before he gingerly placed it over your cold shoulders.

You were genuinely surprised once you felt the sudden warmth drape on you. As if on instinct, your fingers clutched the sides of the coat as you wrapped yourself with the jacket.

‘Thank you.’ you quietly spoke as you faced Bucky once more.

He didn’t smile, but his eyes spoke for him. He cared. Cared enough to give you his jacket.

‘So,’ you broke the silence. ‘Does that mean we’re friends?’

The man hummed. ‘Only if you stop those stupid nicknames you give me.’

‘As if! It’s a necessary requirement to have a nickname picked out by me if you want to be friends with me!’

Bucky stared at you with disbelief. You stuck out your tongue back at him.

Knowing that he can’t argue with you, he shook his head. ‘I’m going to call Sam. I need to go back and eat.’

‘Slow your roll Binky, we’re in Shanghai! Before we go back we have to try their special Shanghai Fried Noodles! I’m not in the mood for some boring American food.’ you persuaded.

A tired sigh escaped his lips. ‘Sure. Why not? We’re here anyways.’

You squealed in excitement as the two of you hopped onto the motorbike. As he started the engine you pondered about something.

‘I can hear you thinking Lightshade. What do you want?’ he groaned.

‘Say, do you have your phone with you? Want to listen to some Stevie Wonder while we get there?’

Without a word, Bucky passes you his phone.

This night was your favourite night ever.

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year ago

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Little Sister

Illumi Zoldyck X Sister!Reader

Word Count: 2062

Requested: Anon

Request: Could you possibly do a one shot with illumi and a younger sister similar to daki pretty pls who’s also a good assassin and is prided on her looks 😊 AND Basically Illumi little sister (reader) gets a S/O and they cheat on us so we run to him in tears what would he do? How would he handle it? How would he comfort us? AND Hiii can you do brother head canons for illumi with a sister who’s about 15-16 so in the middle of milluki and killua who is like a great assassin but also very like caring with him and similar to daki/ume from demon slayer pls!🐺 AND Can you do a one shot or just headcannons(Whatever you prefer) with a reader who is the third oldest Zoldyck who is a amazing assassin who doesn’t fail while also looking after all her siblings and trying to keep the family together pls :)

You had, much like the rest of your family, established your place in the criminal underworld, your ability to assassinate people without leaving so much as a trace was sought after everywhere, you were good at blending into the shadows, your nen ability markedly more dangerous than some of your siblings. You were an emitter type with the ability to turn any bodily fluid into a poisonous substance, something untraceable with subtle symptoms for the most part well until the asphyxia set in.

Illumi was the brother that you were closest to, he liked working with you and when you were younger he spent the most time with you, Milluki was too busy trying to get his mothers approval and Illumi honestly couldn't care less and that led him to watch you more carefully. He started training you young when he realised your ability was manifesting, you had accidentally killed two butlers when you had gotten injured playing in the garden. He noticed when you were young that you were very pretty, and the compliments that you got from others made it an asset that you could use. Even now at the age of 16 it was the selling point for most of your jobs.

The family was starting to crack now that Killua had decided to leave, with all bets placed on him for the next leader of the family, the adults were scrambling even if they tried to hide it. Illumi was off tracking him down, well that was a strong term at the very least you and Illumi knew where he was, the hunter exam. You decided that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a hunter licence since travel was such a pain when you were on jobs. That was how you found yourself in the underground tunnel waiting for the exam to actually start. You came in as contestant 320 with your boyfriend as number 321. Your eyes found Killua who was already looking at you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, “I’m not going home.” “I’m not here to take you back, travelling is really hard these days, the licence is going to make that way easier and we both know that we can get through this no problem.�� You shrugged and he smiled. “Is Dad mad?” He asked. “Honestly I don’t think so, I think he wants you to go home though.” You answered. “Go find some friends, they’ll be good to have, there’s going to be some stages where you need them.” You turned to walk away feeling someone watching you, you looked over to see a man in green, pins in his face and jerky movements. You continued walking as you got close enough he spoke. “You aren’t supposed to be here?” He said and it was then that you realised who it was, Illumi. “Well, I figured that it might be worth getting a licence and since you're both here why not make it a family outing? Don’t worry I’ll stay out of you and your friends' way.” Your eyes travelled to Hisoka who was leaning against the wall a few paces away, he smirked when his eyes met yours. “Mm, what did you bring him for?” Illumi asked as he gestured towards your boyfriend. “(Y/B/N) is here for a licence too, he wanted one.” You rolled your eyes at your brother’s dislike towards your chosen companion. “Remember not to let your guard down.” He warned. “There’s nothing to worry about.” You waved him off as you walked back over to your boyfriend. “Who was that?” He asked. “I don’t know some creepy guy, guess he’s sizing up the competition.” You answered.

It took two tasks for things to break down you had managed to get separated in the tower, that didn’t cause you any problems and you finished as one of the first, with Hisoka and Illumi being some of the people that you noticed first, as time ticked down you started to worry that you’d have to complete the rest of the tasks alone. Hisoka was the one that came over to you while you were sitting alone. “You know you don’t need to wait for him, I doubt that he’ll get much further.” He said. “What does it matter to you?” Your eyes hadn’t moved from the timer, you could see Illumi in the corner of your eye. “Honestly, it’s rather annoying to watch you handicap yourself so readily, little assassin.” Hisoka answered. “You should know that he’s using you.” “Using me?” You asked with a frown. “What do you mean?” Before Hisoka could answer your question the door opened and out stumbled (Y/B/N) but behind him was a girl, you had seen her throughout the exam, she hadn’t ever approached him while you were with him. “Look at his shirt.” Hisoka prompted before standing and leaving you alone, your eyes travelled to (Y/B/N)’s shirt, it seemed to have been thrown on haphazardly or recently ruffled you couldn’t tell, he walked over and smiled. “I’m glad that you made it.” He smiled. “Same to you.” You smiled, plastering on the fake emotion so naturally as you noticed the smell of the girl on him, everything was adding up to a conclusion that you really didn’t want to think about, not right now.

You sat on the boat taking you to the island that the next task would take place on, you looked at the badge number in your hand 321, (Y/B/N)’s number. You could definitely pass without taking his badge but as you looked at him, the way his eyes now wondered, you realised that you weren’t so sure that you wanted to. You decided to talk to him about the tower. You hadn’t noticed in your pondering that he had disappeared, you attempted to find him and it honestly didn’t take long given your occupation, the problem was the position that him in, the girl that he had come out of the tower with pressed against the wall, they hadn’t even realised that you were there, tears gathering in your eyes as you glared at them. She was the one to notice you but you weren’t sure if it was you or the presence behind you that made them look. “O-oh I-” “You what?” You asked, the presence behind you seemed to have disappeared from the moment he looked back at you. “Look, I don't think we’re going to work.” He said. “Oh really, was that before or after you put your tongue down her throat?” You asked. “You know what? You want to know the truth?” He asked. “Yes!” You answered. “You really aren’t that pretty, you’ve been convenient and honestly you’ve gotten rid of a lot of obstacles. I was hoping that you would be able to get me through this last task but it seems like that won’t be the case.” He explained and you looked at him frozen in place, your family had always told you that you shouldn’t put trust in other people but now you understood why and all you wanted to do was turn around and run but this time the presence you felt before seemed closer and you saw your brother’s long hair out of the corner of your eye. “Are you really going to let him talk to you like that?” He asked. “He’s seems to have taken something from you, I think it’s time that you take it back, little sister.” “Later.” You answered as you held the badge up so that they could all see it “after all you're my target on the island I think I’ll take everything from you there.” “That sounds like a perfect plan.” Illumi answered “and the girl?” “Isn’t that your number, big brother?” You asked.

The island itself had not been a problem, you had been tracking (Y/B/N) and the girl, they were sporadic and jerky in their movements they were trying to preemptively shake you off but you wouldn’t be in the occupation that you were that easily shook off, they stopped for the night and that was when you made your move. “You're stopping here?” You asked from your place in the branches. “Y-you found us?” He asked. “I found you.” You answered “I made a promise, I really need your badge.” “Here, have it!” He threw the badge at you and you smiled picking it up off the floor. “Thank you.” From your crouched position you looked up at him. “T-then go.” He ordered. “No.” You answered as you dove forward, dagger taken from the holster on your as you pressed your knee to his throat, the girl screaming. “Sit down, shut up and I might have mercy on you.” You turned back to him “now back to you, you never asked me what my nen ability was, you really should have because you would have known that everytime you kissed me I chose to let you live.” You moved your knee from his neck moving to straddle him pressing your lips to his as your ability activated, you stood as you walked over to the girl who was still sitting on the ground. “I-I did as y-you said.” She stuttered. “You did.” You said softly as taking her chin in your hand. “You said that you would let me go.” She said, tone lifting in hope as you looked at her and shook your head. “I said I’d have mercy and that just means you don’t die slowly and alone like he does.” You explained. “W-wait don’t I have your brother’s number!? I don’t have my badge see” she pointed to her top “if you kill me you’ll never find it.” “It’s a good thing he doesn’t need it then.” You smirked, her eyes widened “yeah I lied because I knew it would force you to stay with him under the impression that he’d be able to keep you safe, stupid assumption really.” “I-I’m sorry.” She cried. “I’m sure you are.” You nodded before yanking her head to the side and effectively breaking her neck. “Nicely done.” Illumi’s voice emitted over the clearing standing over your dying ex. “Do you have your badge?” You asked. “Mm.” He hummed while holding the badge. “Then I will see you in 3 days.” You muttered as you left the clearing and the dead bodies that you had created there as well.

A few days later you found yourself back home, Killua was back home as well and while he was supposedly being punished for everything that he had done you decided that you should go and talk to your father about, he was the only one that could change anything that was happening “Dad, can I talk to you?” You asked. “Of course, come over here.” Your Dad prompted, he’d always had a soft spot for you, his only daughter, well the only one he acknowledged. “What do you want to talk about?” “Killua.” You answered as you settled next to him. “What about him?” Your Dad asked. “I think we should let him see the world, he’s going to have to at some point, he’ll never run the family if it seems like a prison.” You answered, the silence that followed made you rethink “sorry I have overstepped.” “No, no, it’s not that… You think that he will come back?” Your father asked. “I do.” You nodded. “If we give him reason to.” “And why did you come to talk to me about all of this?” He asked. “I want the family to stay together and I thought this was the best way.” You explained. “Mmm, thank you. Let me talk to your brother.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you got up to leave. “Once this is done I want to hear about what happened, Illumi said there was something that I should hear of.” “Okay Dad.” You answered as you left the room.

It was only voicing your opinion but you hoped it was enough you wanted everyone in the family to be happy and for it to stay together and it only seemed fair that Killua found his way back to the family on his own rather than being forced. You only hoped that your father headed your advice.

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HEWWO...You're the only person I think I'd trust to talk about ZoruKage sDFDGHJK😂 They're one of my recent (crack)ships and I wanna hear your takes on it! What kinda dynamic do you think they'll have? (And also if you have any additional headcanons, feel free to add them! 👋)

THATS FUNNY i did actually think about zorukage at some point in my life! but that was so so long ago, im talking over 4 years ago when i was still a newbie in the fandom, so i honestly dont remember much. canonically they were both in x1, and i think thats where they first met as well imo. but x1 always seemed to me like an enviorment that urges every member to repress their emotions as much as possible, and romantic feelings are no exception (especially since the assassins were often pitted against eachother... cant have em going soft) so if zorukage was to happen in x1, i think at most they would keep it as hidden as possible or maybe even never find out one is in love with the other. and, i view jirara as a character who likes to toy with the assassins emotions, by manipulating them into hating eachother..... brief jirazero detor i think zeroros the one he pitted the others against the most by constantly expressions how zeroro is better than the others+giving him special treatment but anyways. zeroros not the only guy in x1 so jirara would definitely be straining some other relationships within x1 as well, zoruru and kagege included..... so how i see it overall is that there were feelings at first, jirara made them drift apart from eachother, and they never adressed those feelings again after dipping from x1 im not sure if zoruru would ever think of them again, even when hes comfortable in the garuru platoon. to me zorurus very fixated on his hatred and past with zeroro and so his memories with every other assassin are kinda in the background. hes so fucking busy maybe kagege would sometimes think of it though? he seems way more collected than zoruru loool.... i think itd especially go crazy if zoruru was his first love or something. its like fuck its too bad that didnt work out but i have to move on with my life..... apologies in advance if this isnt exactly what you wanted but im just sooo obsessed with ships that dont work out. fuck these two guys in particular

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Part Ⅲ The Takeover - Chapter 1.3

☜ The Child Detective ☞

4,281 Words

~ A month and a half later ~

Fukuzawa decided that to maintain the secrecy it was best to keep up a side job as a bodyguard, and on this cold spring day, his job is looking rather tedious seeing as his client has been murdered while he was not with her.

The wind howls, tossing the papers high into the air and swirling them around, turning the room into a snow globe. The boy who cracked the window, stands in the middle, scanning the floor.

"Ah, here it is." he reaches down, snatching the paper from the floor.

Just as he'd predicted the thicker paper hadn't flown away.

"Nothing was stolen and the assassin didn't kill the president anyway. After all, the secretary is the culprit. Right?" He says casually.

Despite the secretary's protests, the young black-haired boy unveils the truth as easily as if it were written on the secretary's face.

Now knowing the truth, Fukuzawa goes to untie the captured boy, but the young redhead evades him skillfully, the perfect killer. And he does just that, the perfect kill. The bullet finds its mark in the secretary's forehead.

'The evidence is undeniable, he was the killer. His death was not so bad then. And that child . . . I've never seen a shot like that from someone so young.'

When the boy lands from his jump, Fukuzawa acts fast, grabbing him and pulling him into the corridor where they won't be heard. "That was quite the shot . . ."

"Oda. Oda Sakunosuke. Aged 17."

"Well then Oda-san, would you perhaps like a more stable position?"

"As a bodyguard? No. I'm in the business of killing, not saving if you couldn't tell."

"Precisely. My work as a bodyguard is merely a side occupation." Fukuzawa says, handing the young killer one of the rudimentary mafia business cards.

The boy looks at the card then back at Fukuzawa, cautiously. "Let me guess, if I refuse, you'll tell the police I killed that guy."

Fukuzawa shakes his head. "No, This isn't a threat, just an offer. Giving you a chance to make full use of your talents. The secretary murdered a woman under my protection. As far as I'm concerned he hasn't gotten anything he didn't deserve."

"Then, with the state the mafia's in now, no way." Oda starts to leave.

"What if I told you there was to be a change in leadership soon?" Fukuzawa calls after him.

He stops, turning back, "Involving yourself, I assume?"

"Yes."

He looks Fukuzawa up and down as if to analyse him. "Then tell me one thing."

"Anything you'd like to know."

"Do they have curry rice in the mafia?"

Fukuzawa laughs, "The salaries are such that you can have as much curry rice as you'd like."

"Deal."

Back in the office, the black-haired sleuth has his ear pressed to the door, he hears everything.

'So, the mafia is handing out jobs, huh? Or at least this guy is. They must be building up to something, something big. He said there's gonna be a change in leadership soon . . . is he planning a coup or something?'

The junior detective perches himself on the desk of the dead company president and stares out the window in thought. He's just been kicked out of yet another job, he could make this work.

"Oi, Mr. Bodyguard! I solved your case for you, shouldn't you at least buy me sweets?" he says when Fukuzawa returns to the office.

Fukuzawa looks the boy up and down, having no clue that he's heard anything.

'Ah, what's the harm?'

"Where are your parents, boy, do they know you're out by yourself, and at a crime scene no less?"

"I don't have any anymore, but I suppose if they're watching from up there," he points to the ceiling, as if to indicate heaven, "then yeah, they know everything going on in my life." His expression is nonchalant, not asking for pity.

He doesn't want or need pity from this mafioso.

A sudden and intense sympathy, not pity, for the boy drives Fukuzawa's answer. "I have more work to do, a simple job. If you tag along with me today I'll take you anywhere you'd like to eat?"

"Anywhere that serves sweets."

"Sweets for dinner? Surely your parents wouldn't approve, dead or no?"

"Who cares! Sweets taste good."

He can see the boy won't give in.

'He's right, sweets are very delicious. And I need to see what the full extent of this boy's intellect is. His intellect, which has kept him isolated from his peers and the rest of humanity, alone like Akiko was . . . Skills are a curse, not a blessing. He must have some type of truth-seeing skill, anything else is impossible.'

Fukuzawa does not toss Ranpo into the ocean, or cause him to fall into a manhole. The mission in the theatre goes brilliantly. (Except for a minor case of kidnapping, but we needn't mention that!) Fukuzawa has seen what he needs to, this boy is talented beyond description, whether he is an ability user or not is hard to tell. But it hardly matters.

It's late, but swordsmen keep their promises, Fukuzawa settles for an old restaurant near the police station, known for its red bean mochi.

The swordsman and the young detective have the restaurant mostly to themselves at this hour, and after finishing many bowls of red bean porridge the boy finally tells Fukuzawa his name.

"Edogawa-Hirai Ranpo. Aged 16."

"Hirai? As in Hirai Kogorou, the great detective?"

'The one who died eight years ago . . . The Hirais were very private, I didn't even know they had a son. I should tread lightly as to avoid upsetting him.'

"Yup! The one who died. So I'm an orphan now."

The easy words shock Fukuzawa.

'He speaks so easily of his parents' deaths!'

"You live with relatives, then?"

"Nope! My parents were never close with their family because they were always jealous of them. I live all on my own! I'd be great but I'm bored and every job I find is boring and full of idiots and their stupid rules. They always throw me out and never tell me why."

"That can't be true, employers are legally obligated to inform employees of the reason for their termination."

"Yeah, but all they say is I'm not good with people, or too rude. I don't get it though. Wasn't I obligated to tell H.R. that the boss was taking advantage of the secretary? Besides, he was a terrible boss, always making me fill timesheets and other pointless things. And I'd have to go back behind everyone and fix their dumb mistakes."

'Ah, I see. He doesn't realise. He doesn't understand the workplace hierarchy. Much like myself he has an innate refusal to follow authority.'

"Perhaps you ought to try working for yourself then?"

"No way! Then I'd have to do everything myself, like boring old tax paperwork!"

"Maybe try detective work then, like your father. You certainly seem to have the mind for it."

"I'd like to, but they kicked me out of the Police Academy."

"If being a detective is your life goal you shouldn't let others stop you. There are many ways one can become a detective without going to the Police Academy."

"I don't necessarily want to be a detective, I just want to be somewhere where people aren't stupid jerks acting like they know things and holding it over me when they're really stupider than kindergarteners. "

'Hmm, what a tall order, especially from someone as bright as him. Finding colleagues of equal standing will be extremely difficult. Hopefully, he isn't truly alone.'

"Do you have any friends?"

"Yes, of course. . . . Well, they're not human friends, so if you mean humans then, no." At this, the boy's tone finally shows twinges of sadness, "It's just me."

It's a risky endeavour, Fukuzawa knows, seeing as the boy has only recently severed ties with the police. But he seems to show distaste for them. And Fukuzawa has gained his trust by explaining to him how abilities work.

Fukuzawa picks his words carefully, so as not to startle the boy, "I've seen your mind, your ability, in action, it's something with the capacity to do so much. How would you like to work with me?"

"Work with you?" Ranpo feigns ignorance. He is, though, truly confused about why the mafia would need someone like him, he's no fighter. Even after deducting Fukuzawa's previous occupation, he left out the part about him being a mafioso, Fukuzawa could see in his eyes that he knew, a silent conversation between them. An agreement, the last step being for it to be put into words.

"Yes, I promised to find you work, did I not? If you dislike it or find another job you can always leave."

'He knows I won't find anything better. But I'll admit I haven't been this intrigued by a job since my first one. And Fukuzawa-san told that other guy that the salaries are good.'

"Alright. What's the job?"

"A position as a strategist and analyst, keeping tabs on lower criminals or whatever you want to do."

"Sounds good . . . as long as you're my boss. I don't want anyone else ordering me around."

"At the moment I don't hold a rank in which I have anyone working under me, but if you join you would only have to work under the current madman of a boss for a year at most. "

Ranpo pretends to consider for a second, "Eh, it's all I've got and it sounds fun. Why not?"

"Well, then, shall I walk you home?"

Ranpo laughs, then shrugs, "I wouldn't recommend walking. Do you have money for cab fare?"

'I can't believe we took a cab all the way out here. If I had known the cost I would rather have walked.' Fukuzawa laments, a little grumpy from sitting in the small car for so long.

The ride took almost an hour and cost more than it should've as if the cab driver saw the destination and assumed they could afford it easily. Fukuzawa has a reasonable amount saved up from all of his well-paying clients but paying so much for a cab still makes him wince.

The boy lives in a secluded area a ways outside the city in his family home.

"Thanks for paying the fare, I have to live on an allowance as of right now and food and transportation take up most of it."

'Right, trains must not reach out here, that must be why he was living at the police academy.'

"Of course. " Fukuzawa feels his eyebrows crease in worry although he barely knows the boy. "I trust the utilities are not included in that?"

"No, the financial manager takes care of all that. I'll get access to all of the funds when I'm 20."

Fukuzawa nods, even though he knows Ranpo can't see him. The bodyguard is too busy staring at the grand building before him.

The Victorian-style building looks perfectly at home amidst the towering countryside trees. Like something out of an old mystery novel. The home of the late Hirai Kogorou and his beloved wife, Ranpo's mother, Hirai Tohru -nee Akechi.

A large bird lands on Ranpo's shoulder, cawing loudly. A raven.

"This is Lenore, she's tame. Unless you're the post carrier, she hates that guy."

"You live alone?"

"Yup. No need to worry though, I've managed this far."

"Yes, but . . . would you like to come stay with me and my daughters?"

"That's nice of you, but I prefer being alone, and if I don't stay here the realtors will try to buy up the property And I . . . I can't lose this house. So don't tell anyone okay." Ranpo turns quickly, trying to hide his expression.

Fukuzawa makes a note to himself.

"Of course not. I'll send a car for you tomorrow."

When Yukichi returns to the new quarters he was provided with by the Port Mafia when Ougai joined them, the doctor in question is waiting for him. He used Elise to unlock it from the inside by making her incorporeal and re-materialising her inside.

"Yuki, what took you so long?" he says, looking up from the stove where he's started dinner. Part of his hair, longer since Yukichi asked him to grow it out again, is up in a ponytail with a pink hair elastic and he wears a ruffled apron bearing the face of a certain cartoon cat, no doubt Elise's doing.

The girl sits innocently at the dining table, colouring one of her notorious stick figure drawings. She waves, red crayon in hand as if she can feel Yukichi looking at her.

"Dinner, here?"

"Akiko is going out with a new friend of hers."

"And you just let her?" Yukichi eyes him doubtfully.

'It must be a girl or he would have viciously interrogated this poor friend.'

"As a matter of fact, I've already met this girl. She's a Port Mafia Assassin, Akiko is more than safe with her."

"Well, it's good for her to get out and have the normal teenage experience to make up for all that has occurred in her life so far."

"Indeed. Now do tell me what kept you so late. I was beginning to get worried." Ougai's expression is pouty, much like the expression Yukichi saw on the young genius earlier today.

"You weren't." Yukichi deadpans, knowing that Ougai knows perfectly well his capabilities to help himself out of trouble. "I've found two new recruits for the mafia."

"You have? Two, oh my goddess, what excellent work, Yuki!" Ougai croons, pecking his partner on the cheek. it's slightly mocking, still Elise makes a noise that has a suspicious resemblance to someone puking, but both of the men ignore it.

"Yes, Hirai Ranpo and Oda Sakunosuke. Ages 16 and 17 respectively." Yukichi says, returning his partner's kiss, on the lips this time.

He only hesitates when he remembers the girl colouring not more than three metres away, 'I'd better stop unless I want to scandalise Elise-chan.' The fact that Elise is still there is a sign in and of itself. 'He initiated, but is this alright?' Fukuzawa wonders, aware that this kind of attraction is still a new and foreign thing to his partner, something the doctor had only ever experienced for him. A fact that makes Yukichi a bit smug, he likes being the only one for Ougai.

Ougai frowns at the hesitation, missing the warm skin contact, looking back at his daughter. "Hirai? I feel I've heard that name somewhere. I don't know any Oda, though."

"Ranpo-kun is the son of the late detective, Hirai Kogorou, The Clairvoyant."

"Oh, yes, that makes sense. But I was unaware that the Hirai family had a child."

"As was I, but his intellect is unrivalled, Ougai, he has an ability to see the truth of any situation." He wraps his arms around the shorter man's waist, sending a shiver down his spine.

"A truth-seeing ability, how incredibly rare. Did he tell you this?" Ougai asks, dematerialising Elise in a shimmer of pink, purple and red. A sign for Yukichi to continue.

With the young girl gone, and permission granted, Yukichi is free to kiss his partner again, a little deeper this time. "No . . . I saw it in action. . . . He solved the murder of the company president in an instant."

Hands still on his waist, Yukichi lifts Ougai easily onto the kitchen counter.

Ougai looks sceptical, "Hmmm, and who was the culprit?" he asks the words quietly in Yukichi's ear as the doctor reaches around him to turn down the heat on the bubbling broth taht will be part of dinner.

Yukichi pulls Ougai's hand back so it's resting on his back in a loose embrace, "The secretary. He had the fingerprint faking set on him, concealed in his coat."

"And he's in police custody now, is he?" Another kiss.

"No, he's dead."

This makes the doctor pause, sitting up straight, almost hitting his head on a cabinet door. Yukichi is the one to frown this time, but he can't remain upset for long. There's something adorable and cat-like in the way Ougai tilts his head. "Dead? Suicide?"

"Oda-san killed him, as revenge for trying to frame him."

"I don't follow. Tell me more about this Oda-san."

"He's seventeen. Apparently, he works as an assassin for hire. He's incredibly skilled, he was hard to subdue, and an excellent shot. I belive that Oda-kun is the child assassin you've been collecting runours about."

"Maybe? . . ." Ougai leans down, the 11-centimetre height difference, balanced out by the elevated kitchen counter, parting Yukichi's lips with his tongue " . . . Or perhaps, you're slipping."

Yukichi pulls away in mock anger, a comical frown on his face. "I am . . . doing . . . no such thing." Yukichi gently kisses Ougai's nose, (a sort of boop as if he really were a cat) then his cheek and one last time on the forehead then breaks the contact, returning to simply stroking the man's hair as he explains. "He seemed to be able to act on my movements before I made them, I can't explain it exactly, but I feel on instinct that he has some sort of ability as well. perhaps something that allows him to sense danger?"

Seeing the broth looks and smells right, Yukichi, steps away to stir it one last time before taking the pot off the heat. This along with the eggs, greens and pork should make a nice meal.

"Yes," Ougai pouts again at the broken embrace, "that would be most likely. Especially for someone so young to have made it so long in the world of crime, they would have to have some special, desirable skills to make it as an assassin. It lines up with what others have told me. They've dubbed him the Flawless Killer Child, rather crude, no?" He says, eyeing the pot thoughtfully. "So do you know the name of this Hirai-san's ability?"

(A/N: Sorry if this scene was awkward or bad, I'm no good at writing things that are ever slightly spicy. When I was writing this, I just really imagined the humour of them simultaneously making out, cooking and talking about the new recruits. I had such a funny vision of this scene, so I hope the execution wasn't too bad. Also, I headcannon Mori as being on the ace and aro spectrum, (like the main character of Vita Sexualis, who was asexual), for the sake of this fic, being demisexual and demiromantic. And I wanted to show how he and Fukuzawa share a deep bond of connection with each other and that their is love but it's so much more than, two souls in one body, which is why I chose to use the word partners instead of lovers or boyfriends. Sorry for my rambling, just ignore it lol.)

"No, he didn't even know his particular set of skills was an ability until I told him about abilities. I guess he'll have to pick a name for it, or maybe it'll just come to him in his sleep tonight, the way it did for you."

(A/N: HC that ability users just sort of subconsciously know the name of their abilities and that they're different from the day they're born. Then it becomes clear to them the first time they use said ability. An exception is in cases where the ability users suppress their ability, have it suppressed by others or are actively made to believe that they don't have an ability. Fukuzawa does not know the name of his because he belives he is completely ordinary. Kind of an interesting parallel to Ranpo if I do say so myself.)

"Maybe." Ougai agrees as the two men begin setting the table. "Do you have a plan for these children, I trust you didn't just pick them up for no reason."

"Of course I do. I hope that when we take over Ranpo-kun will be our strategist and Oda-san will work as a high-level assassin."

"Good then, Hirai-san shall be my second appointment to the executives." Ougai says, referring to the plan to create a board of members, keeping the Port Mafia stable from the top down.

"Second?" the question is obvious, who is the first?

"Why, who better to lead than our very own Ozaki-san, of course."

"Ozaki-san?"

"Yes. Her blade skills are nearly flawless, but I can tell he wants more than to be working as a grunt for that madman. I'll give her a leadership opportunity and let her skills shine." The glint in Ougai's eyes is familiar to Yukichi as his own reflection.

"I trust you, and you also have a plan to introduce Ranpo to the boss, don't you. You'd never have been so quick to accept him if not, right?" It's more teasing than anything because they both know it's true.

"Indeed. Hirai-san is the key to finding out the boss's secrets. Any hidden assets he may have. It's crucial that I know about them if it's going to be believable that he willed the leadership position to me."

Yukichi sighs, basking for a moment in his partner's brilliance. "I swear, sometimes it's almost as if you can predict the future, or plan for these things to happen in the first place."

But it's not Ougai's doing, nor entirely the universe's, for when the young Hirai Ranpo was put out of a job a certain Natsume-sensei found out and when he saw his gifts suggested he apply for a job at the company where Fukuzawa would have been working.

Nobody knew how Natsume-sensei did this, as it was completely uncertain that a boy so stubborn as Ranpo would take the advice of an old man on the street, but it all worked out in the end, didn't it?

(Some candy may or may not have helped things along.)

Elise appears again, unaware of what transpired in her absence.

"Oooh! Pork cutlet and noodles! Yummy!"

Ougai pats his daughter on the head. "Yes, let's eat."

In the morning a disgruntled limousine driver drops off the young detective.

"Here's your brat, he kept me waiting all morning." the driver says to Fukuzawa, only speaking so disrespectfully because Fukuzawa lacks rank as of yet.

"What was that?"

The driver pales at the sight of Mori, even though he isn't known in the mafia his very presence can freeze even the strongest of men in place, a gaze like ice-cold fire licking up your veins.

"N-nothing, s-sir." The driver hastily pulls off.

Mori glares pettily at the retreating car. "As I thought." then smiles at the boy in front of him, "Welcome, Hirai-san, to the Port Mafia?"

"Who're you? I only want to work with Fukuzawa-san." Ranpo crosses his arms, refusing to be charmed or intimidated by the doctor.

"I'm his boss." Mori giggles as he says it, Fukuzawa rolls his eyes, pushing the doctor gently out of the way. Ranpo, true to his ability, deduces their relationship in an instant.

"Oh, cool then."

"Yes, I'll take you to the Boss now, he'll want to meet you personally."

This is partially true, normally the boss wouldn't meet with new recruits personally, but just as Mori predicted the boss wished to see Ranpo's ability for himself in order to believe it, and from this Mori will have Ranpo deduce all the boss's secrets, as insurance in case push came to shove.

As they walk Ranpo finds himself unimpressed with the Port Mafia building. The whole place radiates disorder and chaos and it's practically a maze, but he likes that it's not too bright and there don't seem to be many people around. It's dark and mysterious like something out of a detective novel.

"Hirai-san." Mori says to the boy as they approach the boss's office. "I need you to do something for me." Before the boy can protest he counters, "I'll buy you as many sweets as you like. The boss is going to ask you for a demonstration of your ability. It's probably boring to you, but when he does, it's best not to be arrogant, as talented as you are. Perhaps even, dull yourself down a bit, it would be better if he didn't quite know the extent of your gifts. I want you to discreetly find out as much about him as you possibly can. And when we leave his office tell me all of it, okay?"

Mori also knows that Ranpo will be eager to show off his talents. "Sure thing, I hope you have a nice big paycheque because I've recently seen this fancy candy shop in the tourist district I'd like to check out."

Mori winces theatrically, but hardly minds spending a little to get what he wants.

'And Elise will love some candy as well, so it's hardly a loss.'

As usual, the red-headed girl stands guard at the boss's door, blades at the ready. Fukuzawa takes his place by her side as Mori and Ranpo enter the large office.

'Rather tacky if I do say so myself.' Ranpo, sensing the gravity of the situation, wanting to acquire this job that has piqued his interest, keeps his thoughts, for once, silent.

It's objectively true, the carpet is an unnerving gold the walls are blood red and the furniture is a mismatch of styles, all from different bygone eras. Enough to make any interior decorator cry out in agony.

'What is this, the office of the Chinese chairmen, so much red and gold! Is this guy a communist?'

The boss waves weakly, sitting in a '70s-type armchair by the window.

"So . . ." he coughs, "you're The Clairvoyant's son."

"Yup," Ranpo says, wasting no time, slipping on his glasses and beginning to deduce.

He drinks in every detail, prying as deep as he can manage into the sickly man's life while Mori tells him of Rapo's ability and why he'll make an excellent asset to the Port Mafia.

"And, young man, what is the name of your ability?"

Ranpo says the first thing that comes to his mind, "Ultra Deduction."

"Hmm, and would you care to demonstrate this Ultra Deduction of yours?"

'Of course I would, I'm the best detective in the world, I'll show all of you!' But keeping his promise not to be arrogant he nods. "Sure thing."

The boss listens with wide eyes as Ranpo tells him the style, place of origin and date of production of each piece of furniture in the room, disgusting carpet included.

When Ranpo finishes expressing his deductions, he tunes out the rest. He knows he'll be hired. After all, this is the mafia, they don't give a damn about "people skills". (Whatever those are?)

Meanwhile, this year's class of university students is attending their graduation ceremony, and Tachihara Shunzen, is the valedictorian among them.

Though happy with his degree in literature, he wonders where he'll find a proper job, a necessary thing if he's to provide for his now eight-year-old brother, Michizou and the growing boy's appetite.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd au #bungou stray dogs au #bungo stray dogs au #bsd alternate universe #bungou stray dogs alternate universe #bungo stray dogs alternate universe #port mafia fukuzawa yukichi #port mafia edogawa ranpo #port mafia yosano #port mafia ranpo edogawa #port mafia ranpo #port mafia dazai #port mafia

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Host: I've heard whispers about the financial support Your government receives from the drug industry

Guest: Well, the irony of this, of course, is that This money, which is in the billions, is coming from Your country. You see, you are the major purchaser of Our national product, which is of course cocaine

Host: On one hand, you're saying the United States Government is spending millions of dollars to Eliminate the flow of drugs onto our streets. At the Same time, we are doing business with the very same Government that is flooding our streets with cocaine

Guest: Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me show you a few other Characters that are involved in this tragic comedy

I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies Treated like a slave, the coke fields have to be ready The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty Dreaming about revolution (revolution!) looking at my machete

But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms So I pray to Jesucristo when I go to the mission Process the cocaine, paced and play my position

Ok, listen while I'm out there, just give me my product Before we chop off ya hands for worker's misconduct I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad

So to feed your kids, I need these bricks 40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials

Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest Elected by my people... the only one on the ballot Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate And assassinate my predecessor to have his place

In a third-world fascist state, lock the nation With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully The finest type of China white and cocaine you'll see

Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown It's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we owe Woulda ya... mind if I told you I had two governments overthrown To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya tummy swollen

C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke I took a stunted oath to hush the one's who know But CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who lust for dough

I don't work in the hood (Hit my connect) Plus what's really good, they supply work for the hood These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize like we inferior Petrified when we meet in my area (calm down)

My dude's'll shoot until I say so, got the loot? Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play with my yayo We won't stop for you bastards My street scramblers chop it and bag it

Taking pictures and tapping phones Debating snitches and cracking codes Past a couple, blast the fo' Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack the blow

And my overtime is where your taxes go I gain your trust Get you to hand weight to us because we paid up front On the low with cameras taping ya Getting popped with weight? The prison sentence is due Make the officer leave with two kis out the evidence room

Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, they watching you You think you got work? They copping too We control blocks, they lock countries Ya own companies, we had nice cars and sneaker money

Now there's players out there, talking 'bout the holding With bugs in they house like they down South with windows open Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and soon Feds will be up in your mouth... like forks and spoons

So enjoy the rush, live plush off Coke bread Soon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny Lopez In school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Coke

Players do favors for governors and tax makers Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors The walls got ears, you big mouths probably scared Not prepared to do years like Javier

The story just told is an example of the path that Drugs take on their way to every neighborhood, in Every state of this country. It's a lot deeper than The niggas on your block. So when they point the Finger at you, brother men, this is what you've got to tell them

I'm not guilty. you're the one that's guilty. The Lawmakers, the politicians, the Colombian drug lords All you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just Like you did with alcohol during the prohibition

You're the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick The ballistics here: Ain't no Uzi's made in Harlem Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing Is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big Business. This is the American way

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stormslullaby · 2 months ago

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he's innocent. he hasn't done anything.

#dash commentary.#crack: you're bad business for an assassin.

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moider-time · 2 years ago

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Once Duke officially joins the batfamily, becomes Signal and starts living at the manor, they decide that he'll be the one going out during the day.

Duke is cool with that. The other members tend to stick to the darkness and don't really venture out into the sun unless it's necessary (he would point out the multiple similarities that they have with vampires but he's still a little intimidated by the mini assassin with a sword). Also his powers are light based so it just makes sense.

However, he does ask that he gets every second Saturday off. No one really questions this. Duke has a life and all and being a vigilante is pretty hard so who cares if he gets the odd day off?

It's not until a while later when Tim actually asks Duke what he does on his Saturdays off and Duke ominously replies " business " that everyone else suddenly realises that they have no clue what he gets up to. It's not worrying or anything, Duke's a good kid but he's also quite open about what he's up to so that's a weird reply for him.

Within an hour everyone else has heard of the weird exchange and they all try their hand at asking him. Dick gets " war " as his response, Jason gets " the fight of my life ", Damian's is " the most stressful thing ever " and Cass just gets " pain "

Needless to say everyone is confused and curious as all heck, so they decide to particularly focus on Duke on his next day off. When it comes everyone is watching Duke like a hawk to see what happens.

He comes down in the morning and the first thing they notice is how quiet he is. He usually chats with Tim or Damian, maybe cracks a bad joke but he's totally quiet, just focused on his cereal. Even them trying to include him in the conversation gets one word answers. He eventually goes back up and they all slowly follow him so as not to alert him.

They watch as he steels himself before entering his room. When he comes back out, he's headed straight to the bathroom with stuff in his arms and looks even more downtrodden. They are definitely concerned now cause Duke is very rarely visibly sad (in private is when he lets himself feel. They get it, no one in their family is that open about their feelings)

Dick decides at that moment that fuck it, he's gonna check on his baby brother, even if he gets told to go fuck himself at least he tried. He marches over to Duke, gently turns his body towards him and " Duke, we all know something's wrong, you can tell us " " Dick it's noth- " " -and don't say it's nothing! If you really want me to go, then I'll go but I just want to make sure you're ok"

Duke just sighs and looks into the concerned eyes of his siblings and puts on a clearly fake smile " guys really everything's fine, I just need to... " They all watch as Duke chokes up a little and Damian can't let himself stay quiet anymore "there is no need for falsities Thomas, you are only among those that.... care " His cheeks have turned an adorable pink and Dick has to stop himself from cooing at the sight. They're all proud of Damian being able to express his affection better.

Duke inhales " thanks Dami but seriously, it's nothing serious, I just need to- " He slowly moves towards the bathroom door and sighs " -I need to wash my hair " he states glumly with his eyes suspiciously wet and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Everyone else is frozen and staring at the bathroom door. Tim's gaping like a fish while Cass just turns and walks away. Jason is the one who voices what they're all thinking "d-did he just say washing his HAIR?? "

#dc #batman #batfamily #duke thomas #dc signal #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #wash day #��#shout out to all y'all poc with type 4 hair #especially the ppl with 4C 😭 i'm right there with y'all #wash day is a struggle that a lot of ppl don't understand #it drains your mental energy your physical energy just everything

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stormslullaby · 5 months ago

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“ then what're you worried about? ”

a brow furrows in genuine confusion, lips pursing into a thin line. they truly did exist in two very different worlds. he wasn't bothered by this incident in the slightest, but it weighed so heavily on his brother's shoulders. “ there's nothing to be worried about, chuuya. you'll get a slap on the wrist like i did and it'll be over. stop stressing yourself out; you're going to make your head hurt worse. ”

"No shit." He's not dumb enough to treat a drinking problem with another drinking problem, and his head certainly wouldn't forgive him for it, with how it was already pounding. "And its not the damn TV that worries me."

Not like he had much to fear from Mori. He trusted the Boss to be reasonable, all things considered. But the disappointment--

#frosteyedautumn #crack: you're bad business for an assassin.#code 001: disgraced twilight.#chuuya nakahara: we plot in the shadows; hang out in the gallows.

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razypie · 2 years ago

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hello rie ~

I just wanted to say that I think you’re amazing and ILY!!

I’m really grateful to how you’re always so supportive and your posts, comments and reblogs always make my day a little brighter!

I was wondering if you have an HCs or Idea about how the situation in Jinyoungs basement is like? Maybe a small conversation between Daniel, Samuel and Johan?

I hope you have a wonderful day!!💖💕💓

heya ying! you're actually the first one to drop an ask here tysmm 😭

aww thank you so much for your kind words~ ily tooo you're like one of my first friends here 🥺❣️

also, i think you guys who are always active in the fandom posting hcs and fanfics deserve appreciation so i take my time commenting to show it hehe and yeah, i usually don't write headcanons and just publish crack posts because that's all im good at lol but since ily, imma do my best. 🤗🤗

i had fun writing these, btw. i hope you like it! 💓💓

A Glimpse in Jinyoung Park's Basement (Headcanons)

most of these are scenarios and in Jinyoung's POV

Being a madman of a scientist Jinyoung Park is, he kept himself busy and always cooped up inside his lab.

He's probably spending most of his time formulating drugs and injecting them to his newfound guinea pigs, namely:

Daniel: the mysterious guy Eugene brought to him. He was shocked to discover his body's completeness and continued to inject drugs into him to test his limits. But ever since finding his secret about his two bodies, he decided to leave him in deep sleep (as shown in the webtoon). This is to probably wake up his other body (little Daniel) since he kept this body awake for too long. His other body might die of fatigue.

Next was Johan: He'd be unconscious the entire time (a well-deserved rest for the poor guy who's been soloing for too long) and if ever he wakes up, it'd just be for a short time and Jinyoung would probably go easy on him because he sees that he wasn't "smiling" and didn't attempt to smooth talk him like Daniel did. So he wasn't that harsh on him and just gave him sleep shots and pain relievers. He'd probably notice his right eye, too. and oh my god, I think Jinyoung Park might be able to cure his eyes 🥹😭😭 (yes im rly holding on to that pls daddy jinyoung i believe you're rly a nice guy 🥺)

On the other hand, Samuel 💀💀: Poor kid constantly triggers Jinyoung's sadistic tendencies to the point of using "toys" to basically toy with him. 💀 The scene where he screamed when he woke up in the lab probably pissed off Jinyoung and gave him a bad impression (the old man's p sensitive lol). Because of that, he's now getting most of Jinyoung's wack test drugs 🥹 (rip sammy big F)

The mad scientist seems to know the workings of body switching, based on his reaction to Daniel. So, it's either he knows one with the same case, or he might be even one of them too, or... he's the one responsible for the "switching between two bodies" phenomenon (a failed experiment, perhaps?)

Jinyoung also mentioned how he hated smiling when he talked to Daniel: he could be referring to a person's optimism/carefreeness (prolly consciousness or sanity too), he hated how people are breezily living their life without worries, unlike him who suffered all his life living on edge struck with anxiety (i might also just be overthinking that scene lol).

Although, Jinyoung had some sane moments when he'd sit down and talk to himself/to his three unconscious labrats. He goes on and on about his good ol' days in their fist gang: armwrestling with Gapryong, zooming around Seoul with their driver, Noh Bakgu, and keeping in touch with them and their fist's other members.

He talked about how he was filled with joy after receiving the news of Gapryong finally having a child with his wife--and how he proudly told how he closely resembled him.

He talked about how he would've loved to meet his mini version, and talk about life after they disbanded.

But hearing about his found brother's assassination devastated him, how it remained a mystery all these years kept him awake at night. He's had intrusive thoughts on who might've killed their leader, and they took a severe toll on his mental stability.

Jinyoung, through Noh Bakgu and Choi Bongae, was able to convene all their remaining members to help him out crack the unsolved case.

He's also heard of Chungcheong's 1st Gen King, Kwak Jichang, who offered his and his gang's hand in the investigation. He wants to personally meet him to show his gratitude for his aid.

Aside from gang stories, he would share some of his personal life too: what his childhood dream was (to become a community doctor), how his life was like outside fights, and meeting the only woman he ever loved, but eventually had to give her up to his childhood friend so that she won't get roped into gang wars.

His ramblings and storytelling usually end up with him getting stressed and agitated at the memory of Gapryong's death, which would activate his unhinged state.

His trigger word is obviously "ELITE" lol mine's ch*rles cho* we twinning

But if any of them is awake tho, Samuel, most of the time, he'd ask more about how Gapryong was like in their younger years (yeah he's still gapryong's #1 fangirl duh) which makes his ramblings a lot longer, easing his stress/anger levels... up until he gets ticked off by Samuel's cocky attitude and subjects him to more of his ruthless experiments.

(he's actually glad he at least has an audience for his stories, it lightens up the burden he'd been carrying)

HE CURES JOHAN'S EYES I MANIFEST 🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯

He's a clean freak, a germophobe. So when he saw Samuel's doodled sketch pad of a body, it irked him. He didn't want to keep him in his lab, but he had no choice. Jinyoung's annoyance grew more when he opened his mouth.

90% certain Jinyoung purposely didn't wrap Samuel's nether regions with the restraint strap to torture his balls with how freezing the aircon temp is (in hopes of toning down his bitchyness). 💀💀

Bonus HCs for when when Allied Crew + Jake infiltrate the 1st Affiliate

Daniel, Johan, and Samuel would have a conversation, most likely when Jinyoung Park isn't in the lab and forced to deal with the trespassers.

All three of them are bald by that point. 😭😭

Johan would be the first one to wake up (being the one who suffered the least. talk about Jinyoung picking favorites 😤😤)

He wakes up Daniel and Samuel.

Little Daniel had passed out during a fight inside the First Affiliate premises. He shot his eyes open and immediately squinted at the huge blinding lights above him. Finally, he woke up in his other body.

Of course, Daniel has already formulated a plan to escape.

Daniel: thank GOD this body is still alive. *faces the other two* johan? samuel? i don't know why they locked you two up down here too but im glad that you are both alive. and I have a plan how to get out of here, so let's g--

Johan and Samuel, in unison: you're bald.

Daniel, seeing his reflection in one of the steel tables: WHAT THE HELL??

Daniel: you guys are the one to talk though. you're bald as eggs too.

Samuel: yeah no shit kid i was awake when that sadist doctor fucking shaved my head. no need to remind me of the trauma.

Johan: oH FUCK… I-I'M BALD!?

Daniel: what's the matter, johan?

Johan, in tears: MOM WOULD FUCKING KILL ME.

i-- sorry some of these are just unserious. i just had to 😭

#idk abt y'all but jinyoung def grew on me when his old gang friends talked abt him 🥺#the samuel slander is strong on this sry sammy fans #i just had to put the jichang one.#i still miss him :<<#lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism manhwa #lookism memes #daniel park #park hyungseok #park jinyoung #lookism jinyoung #johan seong #seong yohan #samuel seo #seo seongun

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astranne · 3 years ago

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MASTERLIST MADE UP FANFIC TITLES

notes // here are all sent asks from the not so planned event linked. it‘s going to take a while to write all of these. blame foxie. i do too. all titles are linked in the order in which they have been posted.

please note that some titles contain suggestive themes/or talk about nsfw things/pairs not everyone will like. these are no full works, but something like 'summaries' to the fanfic titles which have been sent. sometimes there is a bit more, sometimes there is a bit less. if you're very sensitive to the things named above, then don't read. while my main doesn't have explicit themes, some titles sent are, or at least mention it. if you see a title like that, and don't want to read then don't read. it's this easy.

free candy the white van said // Long-Awaited Secrets Revealed // expense it on my business card, he said // I'm shocked, shocked, I tell you // A Tale bound for the Stars // Oh Mary and Jane, Don't be Simping on Main // Forget the man I used to be and four more titles // 101 things NOT to do with a panda: stealing one from China to deal with the estate's invasive overgrown forest of bamboo // Baby don't worry // No matter where I look, high or low, I still can't find you hoe // be a pathetic social worm getting crushed by lifeTM // reflection in the void // 50 shades of mud // Green Hell // Good luck biting through steel greaves you gremlin // Emergency Food or World Guide: The Debate // Anemo, Electro and....*reads smudged writing* grass? // Dreaming about New Ways to Torture (baby‘s first stand) // "tutorial on how to crack an egg" seconds before disaster // Pretending We Know Things (How Does One Work This "Oven") // Unending Memes Encryption // Not friendly for introverts nor kids // cry for your mama, scoff at your dada // You're the Lightning to My Sound of Thunder // Call Me The Champion (of the Accidental Meme Smackdown) // I see the cosmos in your eyes (do I live in it?) // i'm a mess on fire but no amount of water will fix me // My Physics Professor made me do it // When all the stars go down, a strange type of sound // Dancing in the Dark // If I drop this coffee, someone is going to Die // "Gaze Not into the Abyss, Lest it Gaze Back" // You don't know whether you're dealing with a god, a king or an alien bent on world domination // The Print Was So Small, We Didn't Understand // We Sit Our Thrones (It's Time to Say Goodbye) // Everything wanted to kill me but I lived out of spite // Identity Crisis: The Musical // Why should I hire you? // Dabi's 504 methods of evading taxes // The extraordinarily ordinary life of brothers // Make War Not Tea // It's funny how you think you're still the king (karma is a bitch) // Invincible, We Live Like Legends // The Taste of Who You Are // Past Turns To Dust (Pour It Into The Hourglass) // From Winter Song to Noble Blood (Undo It All) // Mood swings can cause weather change, don't you know? // You sent me a letter. What is this, the medieval times? // "Alright, which fucker broke this again" // Bad Apple (The Prettiest Poison Apple) // We're an endless stream of choices (a haunting melody) // Stay Strong (You're Not Allowed To Laugh) // A Twisted Happy Ever After To Behold (you wanted to fade away? Too late) // We all want to be somebody, but you always wanted to be nobody // Sung Jinah's Secret Pandora Box // Dragons....in MY land? // Oh No, Extreme Dad Energy // Down the rabbit hole but found a fox // the stupidest thing you can give to a child // Flower of Hell (Assassins, Outlaws and Outsiders) // Fishing For A Compliment (You Caught A Childe!) // kill me softly // Round is a shape. // „I‘m in a coma, no one can tell me otherwise“ // Game of Survival, War of Hearts // The legend of going to bed at a reasonable hour // T'was As Amusing As The Light of A Garbage Fire // "DID YOU SEE THIS DUMPSTER FIRE" you laugh, shoving your mobile in my face // Dead Hearts and Doomsday (I can't ditch this fake tea party, send help) // Over the Horizon (Way Back Home) // "I can't be a magical girl!" You, a magical girl, say // 20 STRANGE PHOTOS TAKEN IN USJ // Enemies with benefits comes with tax benefits. // Black haze, blue gleam // ”Heroes should be fashionably late, so why are you early by....TWO HOURS?!" // I left for maybe 5 minutes, why is the kitchen on fire // Beauty and the beast named batkid // Alert! Click on link below to find the missing Batman // what they don't tell you // Twink(le) twink(le) little Pringle

more titles will be linked...

ASTRANNE 2022

#masterlist #made up fic title ask game #dc #mcu #marvel #jjk #harry potter #mha #bnha #genshin impact #got #peaky blinders

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 4 years ago

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Mafia BTS Members - How They Would React to You Wanting to Leave Them (According to Me)

Jin

I think he would be taken back because Jin did not think you felt so strongly against his work or that you even argued that much. He knew that it bothered you at some level but never did the thought cross his mind that you'd want to leave him because of it. Jin would not leave the mafia but he would hide every trace of it if that's what you needed to feel safe around him. There wouldn't be a single weapon in sight in the house, no encounters with the other members or anything the like. Jin is surprisingly flexible when it comes to you. Because although he seems cocky sometimes, the truth is that he only wants to make you happy.

Namjoon

Namjoon would be taken back at first yet he'd know where you're coming from. His work was often the spark of your arguments - be it your own or his safety. There were times Namjoon thought it might be better for him to retire but he could not escape the life he was living. He had the responsibility over every single member and everyone else that depended on them. If really, truly you'd want out, I think Namjoon might even let you go, only to see you happy. Yet if he'd ever see you with another man, I don't think he could hold himself back. He would do anything to get you back and make sure you know who you belong to.

Yoongi

I honestly think Yoongi would be the only member that would leave the mafia for you and start over. He's been alone for most of his life and although the mafia are like his family, you're the only person in the world that he has ever felt himself around. So, if it came so far as to choose between you and mafia, Yoongi would choose you. He would not cut contacts with his members though, because they are family. Yet he would leave the business no matter the consequences because losing you is never an option for him. You're his everything.

Hoseok

Hoseok would stare at you with his lips parted and a terrible frown on his face. He couldn't believe you'd want to leave because of his work when it was clear you still loved him. But you'd argue that you do not want to see him hurt or even dead at some point - it was something you could not possibly bear to see. Hoseok would not let you go though nor would he leave the mafia. He'd perhaps take on a different position, more diplomatic and less in the pits so to speak, but the life suited him. He was used to it and the members were his family as much as you were. I think your relationship would better if that did happen; if you did not see him bloodied or hurt every week. If not, then you'd probably try to escape.

Jimin

Jimin would probably see it coming at some point, although he would never expect you to actually say it. When you did, he could not help but stare at you absent-mindedly, wondering of how you changed his life for the better and how he would not want to lose you. You could see his eyes water but no tears would fall. He'd only tug on your hand and have you sit in his lap. You'd protest at first but as tears slipped down your face, you'd do so. He'd listen to you tell him all the things that bothered you and Jimin would find solutions. I believe he'd react similarly to Hoseok in the end. Maybe he would not be the assassin anymore, but he wouldn't be able to leave mafia entirely.

Taehyung

When you'd tell Taehyung how you felt and that you wanted to leave because the mafia life was taking to great of a toll on you and your relationship, Taehyung would be taken off guard completely. Then he'd smile or scoff and walk over to you. He'd tell you that there is no way he'd ever let you go, what more be with another man. It wouldn't be until you'd break down into a heart-breaking sob that he'd realize how bad the situation was. Taehyung would try to console you and eventually find solutions to all the things that stressed you out so terribly. He'd never leave mafia nor would he ever let you go. It just wasn't in his nature. I'm afraid you'd feel suffocated though and you'd try to escape sooner than later.

Jungkook

Jungkook would ask you if you're serious with a small grin, not being able to process that you'd want to leave him just because of his work. He knew it was stressful for you but he did not think it was bad enough so as to want to leave. When you'd nod and the tears would escape your eyes, Jungkook's grin would disappear and a horrible frown would rest on his face. He'd look away because his own eyes would water and even a tear would slip down his cheek. He'd brush it away quickly, but you'd see it anyways. Something cracked inside you when you saw his pain exposed and you'd tell him how much you still love him. In that instant, Jungkook would pull you to him and lean his forehead against your abdomen. He'd never let you leave him in the first place, but the acknowledgement that you were thinking about it, broke his heart. Jungkook would hide his work from you entirely. You'd never see him come home in bloodied clothes anymore and the weapons were hidden so well you did not know were there. I think he'd do anything to fix your relationship and make you feel safe, yet he would not leave the mafia. They were his family and his life.

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☜ The Child Detective ☞

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~ A month and a half later ~

The wind howls, tossing the papers high into the air and swirling them around, turning the room into a snow globe. The boy who cracked the window, stands in the middle, scanning the floor.

"Ah, here it is." he reaches down, snatching the paper from the floor.

Just as he'd predicted the thicker paper hadn't flown away.

"Nothing was stolen and the assassin didn't kill the president anyway. After all, the secretary is the culprit. Right?" He says casually.

Despite the secretary's protests, the young black-haired boy unveils the truth as easily as if it were written on the secretary's face.

'The evidence is undeniable, he was the killer. His death was not so bad then. And that child . . . I've never seen a shot like that from someone so young.'

When the boy lands from his jump, Fukuzawa acts fast, grabbing him and pulling him into the corridor where they won't be heard. "That was quite the shot . . ."

"Oda. Oda Sakunosuke. Aged 17."

"Well then Oda-san, would you perhaps like a more stable position?"

"As a bodyguard? No. I'm in the business of killing, not saving if you couldn't tell."

"Precisely. My work as a bodyguard is merely a side occupation." Fukuzawa says, handing the young killer one of the rudimentary mafia business cards.

The boy looks at the card then back at Fukuzawa, cautiously. "Let me guess, if I refuse, you'll tell the police I killed that guy."

"Then, with the state the mafia's in now, no way." Oda starts to leave.

"What if I told you there was to be a change in leadership soon?" Fukuzawa calls after him.

He stops, turning back, "Involving yourself, I assume?"

"Yes."

He looks Fukuzawa up and down as if to analyse him. "Then tell me one thing."

"Anything you'd like to know."

"Do they have curry rice in the mafia?"

Fukuzawa laughs, "The salaries are such that you can have as much curry rice as you'd like."

"Deal."

Back in the office, the black-haired sleuth has his ear pressed to the door, he hears everything.

The junior detective perches himself on the desk of the dead company president and stares out the window in thought. He's just been kicked out of yet another job, he could make this work.

"Oi, Mr. Bodyguard! I solved your case for you, shouldn't you at least buy me sweets?" he says when Fukuzawa returns to the office.

Fukuzawa looks the boy up and down, having no clue that he's heard anything.

'Ah, what's the harm?'

"Where are your parents, boy, do they know you're out by yourself, and at a crime scene no less?"

He doesn't want or need pity from this mafioso.

A sudden and intense sympathy, not pity, for the boy drives Fukuzawa's answer. "I have more work to do, a simple job. If you tag along with me today I'll take you anywhere you'd like to eat?"

"Anywhere that serves sweets."

"Sweets for dinner? Surely your parents wouldn't approve, dead or no?"

"Who cares! Sweets taste good."

He can see the boy won't give in.

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