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beomcoups · 4 months ago

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The 13 Gods of Olympus: A Seventeen collab

We’ve all heard the timeless legends of the ancient Greek gods—tales passed down through the ages. But what if those gods were still alive, walking among us today? In this modern retelling collab, 13 talented authors breathe new life into these immortal beings, reimagining them as members of Seventeen. Once a Greek god, always a Greek god, but now their divine powers and personalities unfold in a whole new world.

Hosted by @beomcoups and @wooahaeproductions

➵Title: Wisdom Doesn’t Falter to Thunder @drunk-on-dk ➵Pairings: Greek God/Heir!Seungcheol x Reincarnated (Metis) Fem!Reader ➵Greek God: Zeus ➵Genre: angst, smut, fluff, coworker au, reincarnation au, fantasy ➵Rating: 18+ ➵Summary: Naturally, as one of heirs of his father’s tech company, Seungcheol had everything he could ask for in life - well, except for his father’s company. Seungcheol, like a thunderbolt, decides it’s time to take action regarding his stake in the company against his brothers, ultimately looping you, his wise advisor, into the mix. Will you be the one to help Seungcheol as he earns true leadership of the company? Or could the tale of you two be as disastrous as the story of Metis and Zeus?

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➵Title: as wild and untamable as the sea by @the-boy-meets-evil ➵Pairings: greek god!chan x reincarnated sea nymph!reader ➵Greek God: poseidon ➵Genre: angst, smut, fantasy, minor reincarnation ➵Rating: 18+ ➵Summary: Chan remembers everything. Every little thing that's happened to him since his days as one of the twelve olympians. Poseidon to be exact. Even though he tries not to think about it now that he's living in modern times running a sad little aquarium, some memories are more vivid than others. Then, you stumble into his life and he can't explain the draw. You can't seem to figure out how this man is keeping an aquarium like this running when it seems like it's not that busy. Something about him really seems to put you off, despite the fact that he seems drawn to you. None of it makes any sense…until you start to remember.

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➵Title: the soulkeeper’s betrayal by @hannieween ➵Pairings: greek god jun x reader ➵Greek God: hades ➵Genre: angst, smut, fluff, fantasy, mystery ➵Rating: 18+ ➵Summary: when Hades realizes that something has gone awry in the underworld, he has no choice but to ask for help from his estranged wife. Though not without paying a price.

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➵Title: Fated Strut by @beomcoups ➵Pairings: greek god!Jeonghan x model!reader ➵Greek God: Hermes ➵Genre: fluff, angst, smut, fantasy, doppleganger au ➵Rating: 18+ ➵Summary: In a whirlwind fashion show, a part-time model's life takes a mystical turn when she becomes the muse for the captivating Greek God Jeonghan. Unbeknownst to her, she shares a deep connection tied to his past. As their chemistry ignites amidst secrets and rivalries, will love conquer their complicated fates?

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➵Title: All Is Fair In Love And War @okiedokrie ➵Pairings: Aphrodite Reincarnation! Joshua x Fem!Detective!Reader ➵Greek God: Aphrodite ➵Genre: Crack, Smut, Fluff, some angst ➵Rating: 18+ ➵Summary: Joshua is the king of Los Amsterdam, not by blood, but by having the biggest network in the state. He gets caught up in an investigation regarding the assassination of one of his former clients, where he meets a detective who is strangely immune to his godly charms. Oh, right, he's the reincarnation of Aphrodite. Together they solve the case and find more than the mastermind in the process, maybe, they'll just find love.

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➵Title: Kadō @daemour ➵Pairings: Demeter! Dokyeom x Florist! Reader ➵Greek God: Demeter ➵Genre: Fluff, Angst ➵Rating: T for Teen ➵Summary: When the most notorious divorce lawyer in the city becomes a regular at your little flower shop, you're pretty sure it's a bad omen, for both your love life and your store. But with each passing moment, it looks like your flowers are doing better than ever…and perhaps your heart beats just a bit faster seeing Lee Seokmin.

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➵Title: Orion’s Constellation @staytinyville ➵Pairings: God!Vernon x Hunter!Reader , Vernon x Reader ➵Greek God: Artemis ➵Genre: Fluff ➵Rating: T for Teen ➵Summary: The story goes that Artemis fell in love with Orion but Apollo was jealous of that love. So he tricked Artemis into killing her love. This is a different retelling. One where rather then the huntress killing the hunter—the hunter followed the orders of the gods. And was repaid graciously.

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➵Title: The Prophet and His Muse by @idyllic-ghost ➵Pairings: greek god!woozi x reincarnated lover!fem!reader ➵Greek God: Apollo ➵Genre: romance, angst, fluff, smut, romance, fantasy, soulmate au, reincarnation au, deity au ➵Rating: 18+ ➵Summary: In a world where ancient myths whisper through the fabric of modern life, a poignant tale of love and redemption unfolds. A god reunited with his eternal love. As this ancient bond stirs to life, he must navigate the delicate interplay between myth and reality—striving to rekindle a romance that defies time and embraces destiny’s call.

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➵Title: Forging the Threads of Time by @wooahaeproductions ➵Pairings: Professor/Greek God!Wonwoo x Reincarnated Female Reader ➵Greek God: Hephaestus ➵Genre: angst, fluff, smut, college au, reincarnation au ➵Rating: 18+ ➵Summary: Wonwoo never expected to meet the mortal love of his life ever again and you never thought you’d feel so drawn to your welding professor.

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➵Title: king of kings by @aaagustd ➵Pairings: kingpin/crime lord!mingyu x journalist!(f)reader ➵Greek God: hestia ➵Genre: angst, organized crime au, arranged marriage, childhood enemies to lovers, mystery, supernatural, smut, loosely inspired by the story of King Thrushbeard ➵Rating: 18+ ➵Summary: If you’d known all those years ago that you would have to compete for his heart, you would have never torn it to pieces.

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➵Title: the union of bacchus by @hobeemin ➵Pairings: dionysus/artist! xu minghao x (f) oc ➵Greek God: dionysus ➵Genre: supernatural, fantasy, greek god au, smut, romance, angst ➵Rating: 18+ ➵Summary: As the God of Wine, you’d think he’d be just as lively. But no, this enigma of an immortal always kept others guessing. That is until he met her. She was more than he anticipated–mortal or otherwise. Somehow, she put him under a spell. Had he found his equal?

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➵Title: Do No Harm by @soongyeopsal ➵Pairings: doctor/greek god!hoshi x fem reader ➵Greek God: ares ➵Genre: romance, angst, smut, coworkers au ➵Rating: 18+ ➵Summary: Ares proves to everyone that he can change by living his modern life as Dr. Kwon. But does that matter if you stay the same? This do-over’s prognosis isn’t exactly promising.

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➵Title: unforgiven by @haologram ➵Pairings: greek god!seungkwan x reincarnated!reader ➵Greek God: athena ➵Genre: angst, second chance romance au, fluff…suggestive ➵Rating: 18+ ➵Summary: seungkwan may have been represented by his considerably heartwarming traits, but he ruined his own fate with his vengeful & prideful behavior. despite his flawed outlook, he can still see you in every lover — until it’s you, again.

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Thank you @hobeemin for creating the graphics for this collab <3

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imagineanime2022 · 9 months 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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stormslullaby · 2 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: you can be limitless & fearless if you follow me.

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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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theuntoldoriginsoftheportmafia · 6 months ago

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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.

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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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knockyasocksoff2022 · 9 months ago

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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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