#detective x hitman

[killerandhealerqueen]

✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨

rules: post 7 sentences/a snippet of an unfinished work

@hyperbolicgrinch and @theotherwhybietoldmeso (as usual)

I know I said I would be back to writing Die Trying (Rebel Moon's new title) but jokes on fucking me because my f1 fics are still roaming around rent free in my head so...that's what y'all are getting today.

From my loscar detective x hitman fic "Catch Me If You Can"

Later that evening, after a long and grueling day of work, Logan returned home and stepped inside, only to find a stranger sitting on his couch.          “Who the fuck—” he started, making the stranger look over at him before they smiled.          “Ah.  You must be the detective working my case” they mused, causing Logan to frown before he blinked as realization hit him in the fucking face.  Oscar Piastri, the Oscar Piastri, was in his fucking house.  And fuck he was prettier than he was expecting.          “You…what are you doing here?” he asked.  Oscar smiled.          “I wanted to see who they assigned to my case” he replied, causing Logan to frown.          “How do you…how do you have access to your case?  You shouldn’t—” he started when Oscar pushed himself to his feet and walked over to him, a smirk on his lips.          “I have my ways” he replied, causing a chill to run down Logan’s spine; he was going to have to talk to IT in the morning about potentially updating their firewall.  Silence then fell over then before Logan cleared his throat.          “You…you said you wanted to see who they assigned to the case?  Why?” he asked.  Oscar shrugged.          “I just like to know who I’m dealing with” he replied before he looked him up and down.          “And I am dealing with someone very pretty” he declared, causing Logan to blush slightly as he lowered his gaze.          “You’re quite pretty too” he murmured, silently hoping that Oscar didn’t hear him, but apparently Oscar had impeccable hearing because the man just looked at him in surprise before a small smile graced his face and he took a step towards him.          “You think I’m pretty, detective?” he asked. 

Tagging: anyone who wants to play. If you see this, you're tagged

[aan56]

سلام ان ⚘️ وش شخصيات جاها مدح كثير و هي ما تستاهل

وعليكم السلام

هلابك

حبيت السؤال .. وأظن قد جاني , بس من زماااان . فالقائمة تحتاج تحديث 😎هههه

الشخصيات اللي جاها مدح و هي ما تستاهل من وجهة نظري اللي هي دايم صح وحقيقة لا جدال فيها😎> طسي😁

كيلوا

أغلب فانز هنتر يحبونه و يفضلونه على غون.. وأنا ما أدانيه .. والسبب كثرة حضوره المزعج , مو طبيعي من أول إلى آخر آرك وهو معنا .. يقلع ام الازعاج .. بس الارك الحالي بالمانجا هو اللي اختفى فيه

كثييير كثييير😖 .. والمؤلف ركّز عليه بشكل مزعج .. هذا غير سالفة علاقته مع اخوه المقرفة بآخر آرك , والا غصب أنا الأونيسان الحنون المتفهّم العقلاني .. انقلع بس😃

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توشيرو

أكثر شخصية لغز في الوجود على الشعبية الجارفة اللي لها 😃.. مو عارفه ليه ؟؟؟ معقولة عشانه بزر يعني ؟؟

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غليلغامش

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ألكيورا

مب عشان كلامه كثير و شكله حلو و ثقيل و صوته رهيب تشغلونا فيه ...وتمقلبونا

ممل بشكللللل😖

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هيباري

اذا كان تيس الاوتشيها أسوأ شخصية انمي شفتها ..فهذا الثالث

ومع ذلك له شعبية !!! لااااا إله الا الله !!

هالأيام أقرأ وحدة تقارن بينه وبين زانزاس 😱.. كل هذا ينبلع ... بس تقارن بينهم من ناحية الفخامة😱 ... ااااااااااااااااااااععععععععععععععع *صورة البلام يقطع ملابسه

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أكاشي

مب عشانه أقوى واحد تخقون معه

ياخي شوفوا ماضيه .. قوته البيض .. شخصيته المملة .. علاقته المعفنة مع البطل ..

شخصية تجيب الغلقة بشكللللل😖

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ديو

من أسوأ و أقزز الأشرار اللي مروا علي🤢

ومع ذلك عليه تطبيل مو طبيعي

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آيزن

نفس الكلام , بس مو مقزز

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كرولو

شخصية شرير مملة مافيها شيء جديد ... وسبحان الله دايم اللي يحبونه أتضااااد تماماً معهم في الذوق في كل شيء ... فلذلك أي وحدة تحبه أسوي لها كتم ع طول .. أعرف ان ذوقها مخيس بالنسبة لي 😁

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تايتشي

أبغى أعرف ليش أغلب اللي مروا علي يفضلونه على أراتا ؟؟

شخصية نرجسية أنانية كريهة حقودة .. ويكفي السيو حقه بس😑

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ران

لا أخفيكم صدمتي لما عرفت ان فيه ناس خاقين مع كتلة التفاهة أعلاه و مسوين حروب عليها وأنها أفضل شخصية في كونان 😃.. طيب أكاي ؟؟ جين ؟؟ أضعف الايمان هيجي ؟؟ ..لا لا ذا الفارغة اللي بس دورها في القصة تكون بخطر و تكلم الشرطة و تخق مع شنتشي😃

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ميوكي

اذا لقيتِ حساب -وخاصة البنات- وأغلب كلامها دايا و ما تمدح بالأخ أعلاه تعالي اجلديني😁 ..

مستحييييل المدح اللي يجيه وهو شخصية استعراضية مدللة بشكل مزعج من الكاتب ..

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رينغوكو \ هاشيرا الحريم

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الخروف و التيس

خاصة الخروف .. لان الشرهة عليه أكبر

ليش ما يسبونه زي ما يسبون إيتشيغو و ميدوريا وباقي الأبطال الفاشلين ؟؟

ليش ما يسبون علاقته المازوخية مع التيس زي ما يسبون محاضراته مع الأشرار ؟؟

أعترف ان شخصيته جيدة وعلاقاته حلوة و ماضيه جيد

بس علاقته مع التيس أبد أبدددد أبدددددددد ما تترقع ولا تقدر تتغاضى عنها .. جزء لا يتجزأ من شخصيته

كيف تحب بطل مُهان ؟؟ مازوخي ؟؟؟ خاق مع واحد ما يسوى التالية من الغنم؟؟؟

أما الثاني .. فـ أتفهم اللي حبوه منذ الصغر أو اللي بداياته كانت مع ناروتو ....بس اللي يحبونه وهم كبار وبعد ما شافوا انيميات كثير و تعدّل ذوقهم و نضجوا فكرياً و ذوقياً .. ما تلاحظون العفن اللي قاعد يسويه بأي شخصية تحتك فيه😕 ؟؟؟ ما يزعجكم الدلال المستفز اللي يصير له 😑؟؟؟؟

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ساكرا \ هيناتا

تخيل اني أسحب على كل شخصيات ناروتو بقوتها وكتابتها و قصصها وماضيها و تقلباتها و تأثيرها بالعمل .. وأخق مع ذولي😂 ؟؟ و أختزل جمال كتابة المؤلف في وحدة منهن ..

والله أتقبل اللي يحب ساسكي .. ولا اللي يحب هالثنتين هههههههه

ما عندي مشكلة .. حبيها .. قولي أجمل شخصية انثوية في ناروتو ... بس تقولين افضل شخصية في ناروتو🤯 !!!!!! كللللل هالعالم اللي بناه لك المؤلف و ماملأ عينك الا ذي 😭؟؟؟

وحدة ماضيها جبهة ! و الثانية من عرفناها وهي متغبية ورى الشجرة 😭؟؟؟؟

أنا لو مكان كيشي و أشوف كلام فانزهن أنتحر ههههههههههههههههههه

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^

مُلاحظ ان انمي ناروتو أكثر انمي ما فهمت عقليات فانزه ههههههه

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هيبي

من قبل أبدأ الموسم الثاني وأنا أسمع مدح كبير عليه , لدرجة فيه ناس يقارنونه بـ اشيلاد !!

هاه !! وش سووى ؟؟

بس لقطته ذيك مع ثورفين لما تقاتل معه ..

الباقي عادي وحلاة من طحنه .. قهرني لما وقّف بوجه أرنيد

وبغض النظر .. ما يجي زي تأثير أشيلاد أبدددد .. مجرد واحد مملوح فخم بالآرك

لكن تأثيره و مواقفه عادية جداً

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وبس والله

[kanai-ward-census]

Raincode Shipping Tournament: Hellxander Vs Furroughs

(Vote for whichever ship you like more.)

Hellxander propaganda here.

Furroughs propaganda here.

[toxicsludgeyaoi]

Congratulations to Hitoshi/Bokutashi! I'm totally not sad about Hellxander being out of the tournament.... anyways, next time they'll go up against DiEnd×Decade. Thank you all for voting!

Toxic Sludge Yaoi Tournament: Hitoshi/Bokutashi (Nyan Neko Sugar Girls) Vs Hellxander (Master Detective Archives: Raincode)

(No image provided for Hellxander. Vote for whichever you like more.)

Propaganda under cut. Note: spoilers for these medias may be below.

Hitoshi/Bokutashi propaganda

"After being kidnapped, Hitoshi-san can't stop thinking about Bokutashi-kun. They canonically get together and it causes Raku-chan's death. They're so toxic it killed a neko girl. It's so sugoi!!!"

Hellxander propaganda

"Honestly I think Zilch is the only person Yomi ever like. Respected. Maybe. We don't know much about their relationship but (spoiler) after Zilch dies and comes back due to his homunculus nature, all he can think about is Yomi and how much he loves Yomi. Zilch killed for Yomi, was super dedicated. Just fruity"

[kawaikisses]

m.list ; Reading list.

Updated. Jan 22, 2024.

Note : I read k-pop idols x reader/ orginal female character fics, so this list is organized keeping that in mind, I do not personally have any issues with other genders, this is just my preference. Thankyou. If you hate unnecessarily, sincerely, no fucks will be given.

(everything is organized by alphabetical order)

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄.

angst .

fluff .

smut .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐔’𝐒.

artist au .

arranged marriage au .

assassin au .

baker au .

bartender au .

BDSM au .

best friend’s brother au .

best friends to lovers au .

best friend’s sister au .

boyfriend au .

camboy au .

camgirl au .

camp counselor au .

CEO au .

chef au .

childhood friends to lovers au .

club au .

college au .

coworker au .

crime au .

dad au .

doctor au .

dancer au .

detective au .

divorce au .

enemies to lovers au .

established relationship au .

exes to lovers au .

fantasy au .

farm au .

father au .

friends to benefits au .

friends to lovers au .

fuckboy au .

fuckgirl au .

forbidden au .

gamer au .

god au .

hitman au .

horror au .

husband au .

hybrid au .

idiots to lovers au .

idol au .

king au .

lawyer au .

mafia au .

magic au .

medical au .

musician au .

neighbours au .

noona au .

one night stand au .

photographer au .

pirates au .

professor au .

prince au .

rich au .

road trip au .

roommate au .

royalty au .

second chance au .

secret relationship au .

sex worker au .

single parent au .

social media au .

songwriter au .

soulmate au .

spy au .

superhero au .

supernatural au .

tattoo artist au .

teacher au .

unrequited love au .

vampire au .

werewolf au .

wife au .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒.

kim namjoon .

kim seokjin .

min yoongi .

jung hoseok .

park jimin .

kim taehyung .

jeon jungkook .

ot7 .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄.

drama .

hurt/comfort .

magic .

mutual pining .

mystery .

romance .

slow burn .

thriller .

age play .

crack .

Note : please let me know if any of the links are not working. Thankyou.

Note : since Tumblr only allows 100 links per page, so this list will be continued in another page, which is linked down below.

↬masterlist continued .

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Reckoner: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: Your world is turned upside down when you get in trouble for something you didn't even do. The entire team is in uproar over this but Hotch says he will take care of it. Can he? Or are you doomed to live out the rest of your days in misery?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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Thankfully, the team has the current case to keep them occupied so they don't think about you, but Spencer doesn't have that outlet. He's stuck in Penelope's office forced to think about you, what you might be going through, how you must be feeling, and how he can't do anything about it. He's bouncing his leg up and down rapidly because his anxiety is spiking. He would bite his nails if they hadn't already been bitten down to the nub.

"Spence, why don't you take a walk? I'm sure it'll do good to clear your head," Penelope suggests.

"No, thanks."

She sighs and turns back to the computer screens before calling Rossi. She's been working hard on her end to try and figure out who The Planner is.

"What do you have?" Rossi answers.

"I've concentrated on the last three cases because they left the freshest e-prints. However, over a hundred thousand cases pass through the Long Island Court."

"Who had eyes on the files?"

"Literally hundreds of people."

"Change track. Focus on The Enforcer. Look at mob-related murder trials on Long Island over the last ten years. We're looking for a hitman."

Penelope types quickly and comes up with a shorter list, albeit still long.

"There are over ninety-three mob trials in the last ten years."

"Put aside any trials that resulted in a conviction. Weed out mistrials and arraignments."

"Nineteen."

"Were any of those on trial suspected of being hitmen or enforcers?"

"Three, but I got something else here. Tony Mecacci's case was judged a mistrial but check out his suspected victim."

She sends over the file immediately so they can look it over. His victims are the same as the team's current victims. All were shot in the same style as the ones on the file.

".22 caliber, right?"

"Bulls-eye."

"Cross-match our profile of The Planner against all those connected with this trial."

Penelope continues to type as she speaks.

"Let's see here. We have prosecuting lawyer Garret Daniels, Judge Boyd Schuller, criminal defense lawyer Paul--"

"Wait, did you say Judge Shuller?" Rossi cuts her off.

"Yeah, I'm sending over a photo."

Rossi waits for the photo to come through so he can confirm whether or not he knows this person. He does.

"What's wrong?" Hotch asks. "Do you know him?"

"No, but I knew his wife. Two years ago, she was driving home from work and was killed by a drunk driver."

"That could be the tragedy."

"She was the love of his life, that's for sure."

Penelope digs into the Judge's life to see what kind of dirty secrets he has.

"Twelve months ago, Judge Shuller took a leave of absence due to health issues. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He has six months to live. That's when the killings started."

"You don't seriously think Judge--"

"Judge Schuller is the planner. Yes, I do," Rossi cuts off the detective. "It fits the profile, and Tony Mecacci is most likely Bosola the Enforcer. What have you got on Bosola?"

"He went off the grid after his last trial," Penelope answers.

"JJ put out a statewide APB and release Mecacci's photo to the media," Hotch orders, and she leaves to do it.

"Judge Schuller's a highly-respected man. We can't just walk in there and accuse him of serial murder."

"Then I'll go to the attorney general and petition the Chief Justice if I have to."

Rossi looks behind Hotch to see Judge Schuller walk right into the police station as if he knew the team was talking about him.

"Maybe not."

"I believe you're looking for me," the Judge says.

Judge Schuller is taken to an interrogation room to be questioned by Rossi and Derek.

"You know we have to advise you of your rights," Derek says and sits across from him.

"I waive my constitutional rights against self-incrimination."

"When you walked in here, you said, 'I believe you're looking for me'."

"Yes."

"Your timing was impeccable, but how could you know that?"

"I knew it wouldn't take you long to find me. Not after what I've left behind."

"So, you don't deny any of this?" Derek asks.

"Why would I? What you see as a crime, I see as justice."

"Ray Finnegan was a friend of mine," Rossi glares.

"Ray Finnegan was a criminal. You should choose your friends more wisely."

"It must have really thrown you when Ray showed up at Emma's funeral."

This pisses Judge Schuller off, and he slams his hands angrily onto the table.

"How do you know about my wife?"

"You have absolutely no idea who I am, do you?"

Ray told Rossi that everyone only meets Bosola once. That means Judge Schuller had to have given Bosola a list of names. He would never have to meet him again, just to make final payments on proof of death which he can send electronically. If anyone can get into Schuller's personal files and financial record, it would be Penelope. She has to do it quickly before everything gets shut down.

Detective Gill made a call to Schuller's office a few hours ago and told them they had two suspects, which means he knows what the police know. Schuller knows the FBI is onto him, which means he didn't come here for a confession. He has a list, and there is more to come.

He came here to stall.

"Can we just get on with what I came here for?" Judge Schuller sighs.

"Why? So Bosola can go on and carry on whatever it is you asked him to do? No. You call him and you end this," Derek says.

"Even if I could, I wouldn't."

"She was born Emma Louise Taylor on the 4th of July, 1958," Rossi reminisces.

"You could get that from anywhere," Schuller glares at Rossi.

"When she was six, her dad bought her a black and white homeless kitten."

"No, if she knew you, she would have told me."

"She named it Oscar," Rossi continues, "after Oscar Wilde. Out of all of Oscar's work, she loved an ideal husband the most."

The judge is getting angrier by the minute the longer Rossi talks about his wife.

"I don't know how you know all of this about Emma or what you hope to achieve, but we're done. You know the charges. Charge me."

"Is that what started all this insanity? Emma's death?"

"What started all of this was the thirty-five years I had to sit and watch as the system I swore an oath to protect failed the very people our justice system was meant to protect!"

"I wonder what Emma would make of all this."

"Every single person on that list deserves justice, and it's justice they managed to evade," Schuller shouts.

"So, you do have a list?" Rossi smirks.

"I'm finished talking."

Rossi and Derek continue to work over Judge Schuller while Emily is in another room talking to Penelope over video chat. Spencer isn't in the room because she managed to convince him to take a lap or two around the building to clear his head or try to.

"Hey, where's Spence? How is he doing?" Emily asks when she notices the lack of Spencer's presence.

"He's not doing too good. He doesn't have the hands-on work like you guys have to keep him distracted. It's killing him knowing Y/N's in jail for something she didn't do."

"Yeah, I know. It's hard on us, too. We don't talk about it but I know we're all thinking about it. Hotch will fix it once we're back, I know it."

"Yeah, me too."

"So, what did you find out about Judge Schuller?"

"We've got loads of two-way traffic going on, which means someone is trying to bounce us out."

"Okay, Bosola doesn't come cheap, so Judge Schuller had to have made some pretty substantial transactions."

"I've got wire transfers to a Cayman Island bank, and that's where the trace ends."

"How many and how much?"

"In June, he debits numerations of nine thousand, nine hundred, and ninety-nine dollars every few days four separate times. Then, he takes a break for a few weeks until he makes his final transaction for the same magic number. Anything less than ten thousand dollars keeps the IRS off your trail."

"So, the final payment must be for proof of death. That makes fifty-thousand dollars the price of a kill."

"He did that three times over a period of twelve months, but two days ago, he raised his account for a hundred thousand dollars all in one hit. He also closed all his accounts and handed his entire estate over to a victim's support group." Penelope gasps in shock and groans in frustration. "Someone who isn't suffering from too many brainiacs in the high-tech kitchen just bounced us out."

"Good job," Emily praises and hangs up. She returns to Hotch to tell him her findings. "If our calculations are correct, there are two more names on that list."

"There are."

Hotch replays the footage from the interrogation from when Emily was on the phone with Penelope.

"Every single person on that list deserves justice," Judge Schuller says and looks at his watch yet again.

"He said deserves, not deserved. Look right there. He looks at his watch for the second time. Whatever he's waiting for is about to happen."

"I don't think you knew Emma at all," Rossi continues to antagonize him. "At least not the one I knew. I made an excuse for myself that I wouldn't be welcome at her funeral. The truth is, I couldn't face it."

"You knowing Emma changes nothing."

"Oh, but it does. Emma changed the lives of everyone she knew, but at least Ray and I saw her death for what it truly was--a tragic accident."

"Dan Patton was drunk. He murdered Emma as surely as if he put a gun to her head!" Judge Schuller yells.

"Is that why his photo's not here? You're saving the best for last? How many other people have you targeted? I want the truth."

"I have nothing more to say."

"I do. I ran into Emma a few years ago at a hotel in Manhattan. I was working on a case and so was she. I knew she was married, but I didn't care."

Judge Schuller knows what Rossi is implying and he refuses to accept that his wife was cheating on him.

"No, she wouldn't... Emma would not do that to me. You're lying."

"Am I?"

"I want the truth."

"You first."

The Judge sighs knowing he's cornered and decides to give it up.

"Dan Patton is the last one. There are no more. Now, tell me the truth."

"That night in Manhattan, she told me our connection was so strong that it could never happen only once, and I was fine with that."

Rossi leaves with a smirk on his face, and the judge is shocked. He shakes his head and looks at Derek who is still seated.

"At least you now know what kind of man you're working with."

"What kind of man are you?"

"I've had enough of seeing the guilty walk free of their sins."

"What about your sins?"

"I got cancer for mine."

Emily, Hotch, and Detective Gil went to Dan's apartment after checking the police department he works for. Turns out Bosola got to him before the FBI could. They found him with two bullet holes, one in the heart and one in the head, but also beaten to death. Bosola is nowhere to be found because he killed him and left immediately after like a professional hitman.

There's no way Bosola is getting off Long Island since the FBI has all ports, roads, and airports guarded to make sure he doesn't get away. Judge Schuller is being moved somewhere safer because he is a high-court judge, which makes this a federal case now. The FBI is taking over this one before more people get killed. If Dan is dead, then the judge's list is complete.

However, something isn't adding up.

The Judge gave away his entire estate and all his money, and he closed out his accounts and paid off his utility bills. He has cancer but he has six months left to live. Why would he pay off his bills now and give away everything he owns? Not to mention the one hundred thousand dollar payment for not one but two more kills. If Dan was killed, then there should be one more.

Usually, the judge waits for confirmation of death before sending the payment, but he knew he wasn't going to be around to see this last proof of death. He sent everything over because he was not making it ten feet out of the police station.

Bosola has one more kill to make before moving on to another client, and it's Judge Schuller himself. With a crowd of reporters and a bunch of bystanders, it's easy for him to blend into the crowd. He managed to shoot Schuller in the heart and escape without anyone seeing him.

Case closed. With that major distraction out of the way, everyone is now focused on you and your situation. No one has said a word or talked about it since Hotch arrived in Long Island, but he's been making calls since getting on the plane to figure out what he can do to help you out.

The first person to get back to him is the lawyer that your dad snagged for you. He got ahold of his contact information and asked nicely to be let into the loop since he is your boss.

"Steven? Did you hear anything?" Everyone knows what Hotch is talking about so they stop what they're doing and listen to his side of the conversation. Hotch looks visibly upset which isn't a good sign. "Are you sure? ... There's nothing you can do for her? ... What about bail? ... Is there anything I can do? ... Okay. I appreciate you calling me. Thanks."

"What did he say?" Derek is the first to ask.

Hotch looks down and tries to keep the anger and frustration off his face as much as he can. When he feels he's neutral, he looks up and addresses the team.

"Y/N is being transferred to Virginia Correctional Center for Women in Goochland awaiting trial and bail. He said they have everything they need to convict her, and it's not looking good. Whoever did this really wants her to suffer for it."

Everyone is sent into silence because no one can believe this.

"I have always found that mercy bears richer fruit than strict justice." - Abraham Lincoln

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goodbye, my darling | osamu dazai x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

content: beast!au spoilers, angst, you take oda’s place (but aren’t exactly like him)

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you were never too keen on the idea of meeting someone whose face you’d never seen. as a cautious woman, who also worked as a detective for a living, you’d normally deny a meeting with someone unfamiliar. however, to deny a gathering in your current situation could cost the life of a boy you took in as a subordinate.

the lives of those younger than you were of the utmost importance.

ryunosuke akutagawa was your subordinate, who, blindly, stormed into the headquarters of the most dangerous organization in yokohama. in order to save his little sister, akutagawa broke into the port mafia’s building by himself to get her back.

since he was a member of the agency, it was part of your mission to rescue him. as you walked towards a lone bar in ginza, you never forgot that. a cigarette burned away in your dominant hand as you walked towards bar lupin.

your aim was to aid akutagawa in what would happen after his escape from the port mafia. the reason you were meeting with the person in charge of monetary security for the mafia was to gain information. with a threat dangerous to the port mafia, a bargain can be made. the akutagawas can be safe from the port mafia, and the port mafia can be safe from the government.

the cigarette in your hand was put out when you rubbed it against the brick wall. you threw the unfinished product into the trashcan nearby before you took quiet steps down the stairs toward the bar. you were sure it was the location based on the sign outside.

the moment you opened the door, the mellow, low tune of jazz reached your ears. your (e/c) eyes scanned the almost empty bar in front of you. at the actual bar itself sat one lone man. from his stature, he was definitely not the old man you were expecting.

his hair, dark as coffee beans, covered his face before he turned around. a smile adorned the unfamiliar man’s face as he looked at you with a shine in his rich, brown eye. the other one seemed to be wrapped in bandages, just like the ends of his arms. he was handsome if you had to say. but for someone dressed like a port mafia hitman, he greeted you like you knew each other well.

“(n/n), it’s been a while,” he spoke, voice soft. “were you smoking again? i can smell the stench from a mile away, you know.”

“i suppose it’s not unusual for you to smell it,” you responded. “but you say it’s been a while... have we met before?”

the man closed his eye, an almost silent sigh escaping his mouth. once you could see his uncovered eye again, the shine that was once there seemed to dull. it was still there, but harder for you to see in the dimly lit bar. he pushed down the sphere of ice in his drink.

“no, we haven’t met yet. this is the first time. the first time i’ve entered this bar, first time i drank here, first time we’ve met here, in this crazy world. a whole lotta firsts, wouldn’t you say, (n/n)?”

“yeah, it’s a lot.”

you found yourself sitting one stool away from the man. a bittersweet silence was draped between the two of you and for some reason, you felt the urge to change it as soon as possible. you wanted to fall into a light conversation you’d normally have with someone close to you. it was odd, really. you were here for a purpose, yet you sat by idly.

“hey, i’ve got a question.” if the man wasn’t going to speak first, you would. you asked, “if we’re going to sit here, what should i call you? i doubt you’d want me to call you mister bandages.”

“well, calling me yours would be just fine,” he playfully smirked at you. “darling wouldn’t be bad either.”

“so it’s going to be like that?”

“of course it is. i have a nickname for you, and you have one for me. it’s only fair, isn’t it? but, i have a question for you. if we’re going to be here, what would you like to drink? pick your poison, belladonna.”

you let your chin rest on your hand, “well, i usually only drink with my coworkers and when i’m tired. i always have a lime margarita, if you can make that for me, darling.”

he smiled as he went behind the bar, “hm, i suppose i can make it. but since you’re here with me for the first time, how about we drink something else for the first time too? i can make a mean french martini, surprisingly. i’ve watched it get made plenty of times.”

“if you insist, go ahead. if it tastes bad, don’t be surprised when i give you 0 stars.”

“ouch, how low.”

dazai, to your surprise, began to create the drink as if he knew the bar like the back of his hand. he grabbed the right drinks from their respective places without even looking at the labels to create the cocktail. it was as if the bar was his.

while he was at it, you asked him something that had been bothering you from the moment he first talked. “you called me (n/n) when i entered the bar, so it’s safe to say that it refers to me. why call me that?”

“why?” he hummed. “i should ask you that. do you not like it?”

“it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. it’s just… no one has ever called me that before. everyone just calls me (y/n), but not you, clearly.”

he lowered his gaze and the corners of his lips turned up. that smile of his, you could read it clear as day. you were able to tell that this man wasn’t smiling from what you've said, not even genuinely smiling. he smiled for the sake of himself. you didn’t know what he was thinking or feeling, but you were sure it had to do with yourself. there was no way it didn’t.

“and no one’s ever called me their darling until you have, (n/n). it’s another first for the both of us, and we did it together. but hey, i have some stories i’ve been living to tell you. can i?”

after giving him the go-ahead, he excitedly talked about dealing with a bomb and giving his underlings firm tofu. the way he told his stories was like a little child coming home from the first day of school and telling their parents about their new friends.

once he was done, he slid the drink right in front of you and took a seat. however, it was not the seat he was originally at when you walked into the bar. getting closer than he was, he sat on the stool to your left. he held up his drink and, as if it were engraved into your body, you clinked your glass against his without a thought.

“well go ahead, taste it! let’s see if it really is worth 0 stars,” he urged you.

the way he stared into your eyes with anticipation, it was another strange thing you’ve noticed. he was genuinely happy. he was probably the strangest person you’ve ever met, and you’ve met some odd people. hell, you worked with them.

after having a thought, you picked up the glass. you pressed it against your lips and took a sip, aware of the eye on you. once you swallowed and set the drink down, you could see a satisfied smile in your peripheral vision.

“good, huh?” the brunette asked.

“it really is,” you confirmed. “it's not worth 0 stars.”

“see? what did i tell you, belladonna? a french martini suits you, though. you can always ask me to make you some if you want.”

“maybe. i’d ask if you can cook as well, but your firm tofu says otherwise.”

he chuckled, “yeah, i’m not much of a cook. i always had someone else cook for me. it was edible too. she was much better than i was at cooking. at a lot of things, actually.”

“she seems like a woman of talent.”

“that’s right, she was. i’ve missed her… i’ve missed her a lot these past years.”

“a mother?”

“nope, my mom had been long gone from my life. this woman… she was much more than that.”

you couldn’t find anything else to say, so you remained quiet. that was, until the bandage-wearing man brought up why you two even decided to meet in the first place. he asked for more details.

“a subordinate of mine is in danger, and i want to cut a deal. it’d be a miracle if he came out in one piece, let alone with the person he’s been searching for. if he makes it out, i have no doubt that the port mafia will hunt him down. i want to cut a deal that’ll benefit us both.”

after contemplating, he murmured, “akutagawa’s lucky to have come across a good teacher like you.”

“excuse me?”

“you don’t need to worry about akutagawa. after today, the mafia will never lay another finger on him. there’s no catch; he’ll be able to live the rest of his life in peace... besides, this is what i’ve had planned since the beginning... if he makes it out of the mafia headquarters alive, that is.”

what he told you had confirmed your suspicions. taking another sip of the martini, you looked him straight in the eye. you’ve let yourself come off as laid back, but now your expression was stern. he was caught off-guard.

“tell me, why did you lure him? why did you lure akutagawa into your headquarters, osamu dazai?”

it went silent, so much so that the music didn’t reach either of your ears.

“guess you’ve figured it out. i can’t fool you, can i?” he quipped. “you’ve always been quite intelligent.”

“you’re the one who gave out the hints. when talking about the tofu, you talked about underlings. you spoke like you had a lot of them. then, you talked about akutagawa without me even saying his name. not to mention how you’ve had plans from the beginning. only the port mafia’s boss would know, and be able to plan much. you’re the reason akutagawa is searching for his sister in the first place. this is over.”

“no, wait-!”

dazai reached out his arm, but he halted at the familiar click of a gun. his eye widened and he could only look at you with a horrified expression. he didn’t even have to look down to know your trusty pistol was in your hand.

“please put the gun away,” dazai begged, his face contorting to an expression of sorrow.

“i’m sorry, but i’m afraid i can’t do that. if i do, who knows what’ll happen to me? but then again, i’m already screwed if this is a trap. the port mafia’s boss is cunning, so i’m done acting like we’re close.”

“i didn’t want to become the boss! i… and i didn’t think of it as an act, not at all. it’s the truth, i swear.”

he looked at you so sincerely that you almost dropped the gun from your side. raw emotion was behind his words, or so you thought. maybe he could still be lying to you? maybe lying to himself. after all, there are liars so good that they’ve deceived themselves.

you looked down at your lap, “i guess that i’ve got to come up with another plan for saving akutagawa. well, if i can leave this establishment alive, that is.”

dazai insisted, “this isn’t a trap. i would never even dream of doing something like that to you, (n/n).”

“my name is (l/n) (y/n), not (n/n).”

your words were another shot to his chest.

“right, (y/n). you asked me why i lured akutagawa to the mafia headquarters, right? well, i did it to protect this world.”

you raised a brow, “this world?”

“this is but one of countless worlds. and in another world, the original world, you and i were… we were—“

“i love you,” he recalls the light touch of your fingers burning up his skin, “and there’s nothing in any universe that would change that.”

“—we were friends. you and i were friends in the original world. we drank at this bar and spent time together talking about the most insignificant things. it lasted for a while.”

dazai can also remember your last moments. you were laying in your own pool of blood when he finally caught up to you. when you spoke to him, you spoke in that same calm voice you’ve always had. and then, the smoke of the cigarette in your hand had dissipated into nothing, just like the light in your eyes.

“even if that were true, that doesn’t change what you did to akutagawa and his sister. you separated them, and now here we are,” you reminded dazai. “we may have been close in the original world, as you call it, but we are enemies now.”

“i love you—“

dazai’s eyes searched for something in the air that wasn’t there. his eye darted around, and his lips would slightly part and shut after a few seconds. his face twisted as he continued to remember everything.

“—and there’s nothing in any universe that would change that.”

“it was hard... it was really hard fighting mimic without you in the organization. i had no choice but to take over for mori and make enemies of everyone around me to expand the business,” dazai finally looked back at you. slowly, his hands reached for your cheeks. “everything i did was for this world’s- for you. i needed a world where you can sit here, happy with the people around you again.”

for a reason you couldn’t decipher, the hand that held your gun began to tremble. well, maybe it had been trembling for a long time and you were only now just recognizing it. dazai’s hands, cold and soft at the touch, held your face as if you were the most delicate thing in the world.

it was a touch of a lover.

coming down to that conclusion, everything made sense to you. dazai always looked at you like you were closest thing to him, a lifeline if you may. his nicknames, the flirting, talking about this unnamed important woman in his life. it was all because...

“we were in a relationship, weren’t we?”

dazai would’ve missed your words if the proximity between the two of you wasn’t this close. the way he froze in his spot had answered enough, and you could only sigh. slowly, you put your gun back into your jacket and rested your hands on dazai’s.

you gently pried his hands off of your face and held them between your own. you felt no specific feelings from the action, but you were sure dazai did based off of how his face softened.

“i’m sorry, but you have to leave your feelings out of this. i don’t know how you know what happened in the original world, and i won’t ask. i just have to tell you that i don’t feel what you do. like i said, you and i are enemies here. as long as you control the port mafia and i’m part of the armed detective agency, it’ll remain this way.”

“there’s nothing in any universe that would change that.”

“i see,” dazai took his hands back and rested them on his lap. “well, the reason i invited you here in the first place was to say goodbye.”

“you really don’t plan on ever seeing me again?”

“you said it, didn’t you? we’re enemies as long as we’re associated with the organizations we’re in. so after today, i won’t see you again. it’ll only hurt more if i do.”

“then this makes this a goodbye,” you watched as he stood up from his stool, hands in the pockets of his black overcoat.

“yes, it does. a life with someone you can say goodbye to is a good life, especially when it hurts so much to say it to them. am i wrong?”

“i guess you wouldn’t be... i haven’t said goodbye to anyone and have it pain me,” you replied, feeling bad for the port mafia’s boss.

“i hope you don’t for a long time. but one day, that time will come. you won’t be prepared for it, but all i can tell you is to let it in. feel everything, and see where it takes you.” dazai faintly smiled before he turned his back to you and began to walk away, “goodbye, (n/n).”

“goodbye, my darling.”

painfully, dazai grit his teeth and resisted the urge to look back. in goodbyes, that’s what they always do. they turn around and crash into the person they’re supposed to be leaving. he didn’t want to do that. this was his goodbye to you, even if it didn’t mean much. if he was going to keep this world functioning, he won’t leave it with you in any pain.

‘be happy, okay? even if it’s without me, be happy. as long as you’re alive, somewhere, i’ll be happy too’

it was a final thought he kept to himself.

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nightmare academia puts me through the ringer EVERY TIME and i love it

♥ Summary: in a few chapters, it's gonna get worse!! for now tho... In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, case stuff ensues and you prepare for heartbreak. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: cops. cops being terrible, cops exploiting the system, and cops shaming a woman for being a sex worker. also, violence, implied violence, and past violence.

♥ A/N: holy shit, this chapter is Very Long

♥ Word Count: 4885

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In the weeks that followed, Spencer brought the BAU to you.  Of course, not everyone could make it.  Kate Callahan was off raising her children.  Penelope Garcia was the target of several  hitmen (whereas Frank was probably the target of a single hitman.  Massive difference.  Trust me.)  And Derek Morgan remained at Quantico with Garcia- so you really weren’t sure what to expect.  The agents you had the strongest feelings about were out of commission.  The last time you’d met his team it did not uh, how would you put it?  End well?  So you were- justifiably- a touch guarded.

That changed. Eventually.

It started with Adam.  

At that point in the investigation, local law enforcement had only shown your friend cruelty, distrust, and skepticism.  Honestly?  You were about to start biting people about it.  (Yeah, maybe it would have gotten you arrested, but at that point, you did not care.  At the very least, biting would make you feel productive.)  You were well and truly prepared for Spencer’s law enforcement team to behave in a similar manner to the local cops- and to be honest, you probably should have been.  Most Feds would carry that same suspicion and distrust, and if they didn’t they were probably faking it to try and get a confession.  

The BAU, however, are not most Feds.  For several reasons.  Either way, you were well and truly prepared to maul the next person who treated your friend like garbage, fed or otherwise.  There was never a need.

The BAU showed Adam basic decency.  They didn’t talk down to him or dismiss him as a demeaning stereotype- and yes, that was the barest of bare minimum, but it was still something.  While they regarded him with mild suspicion for the first like, two minutes, it only took the team that same two minutes to come to the conclusion that Adam was innocent.  After that, the BAU was just as dedicated to clearing Adam’s name as you were.

“Adam had an incredibly emotional response when we mentioned Frank,” Hotchner explained to the local detectives, “He’s genuinely devastated by what happened.  He couldn’t have done this.  Even if he did attack Frank, it wouldn’t have been a clinical hit.”

“Emotions tend to make things messy- we would have seen something much more personal, with more violence and more remorse,” Rossi added.

The detectives did not listen.  The detectives did not care.  

“I’d say a gunshot wound is pretty messy,” one laughed.

“Yeah,” another jumped in, “Try telling the vic’ that things aren’t messy.”

You bit your tongue to keep from screaming, but you didn’t stay entirely silent.  If the detectives weren’t going to give a shit on their own, then you were going to make them.

“Have you actually?” you asked, crossing your arms, “Have you spoken to the victim?”

“Eh, someone else got around to it,” the first detective asked, looking at his partner with the special kind of uncertainty that came with getting called out.

“Did you read the report, then?”

“Well, I’m on the case, aren’t I?”

“Answer the question, detective.”

In the telling silence that followed, Rossi had to turn away to hide his (failed) attempt to suppress a grin.  Hotchner looked proud, despite not knowing you very well.  Spencer looked like he might grab you by the waist and kiss you until you were out of breath.  He didn’t, though, for lots of reasons- his boss was there, he hadn’t asked you if you’d like to be kissed, there was more serious stuff to focus on, and like… you already looked fucking pissed.

The detectives just looked embarrassed.  

“I- uh.  I’ve skimmed it,” the first detective stuttered out.

“Yeah, cool, not good enough,” you nabbed the case file from a nearby desk and pressed it into the officer’s hands, “Consider reading the report.  You’ll find that the victim disagrees with you.”

Both detectives stared at the file as if they were seeing it for the first time- as if they were seeing a file for the first time.  You sighed.

“Detective, if I may ask, how much overtime have you put in on this case?”  the man in front of you blanched at your question.  You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so fucking angry, “Cool.  I thought so.”

“Ough,” Rossi winced with faux sympathy, “Overtime?  And you haven’t even read the case file?”

“Hey, we’ve been very busy these last few weeks!”

The second officer nodded, “Just last week, we had five break-ins in the downtown area.”

“Alright, I’ll accept that,” you turned to leave before doubling back, “But before I go, I need to ask- do you care about the wellbeing of the break-in vics the way you care about this case?  Do you care about all victims so dearly?  Or do you treasure their testimony the way you “treasure” the testimony in this case?”

“What?  What are you saying, what do you-”

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and assume it’s the latter.”  

“What?  Okay, what the hell do you know about police work-!”

“They’re an expert criminologist,” Spencer said, seething slightly.

“Dr. Reid is right.  I know a thing or two about crime- and if I’m just gonna put it this way.  I’ve seen the data.  I’ve heard testimony from victims and offenders.  I know the local and nationwide statistics for unreported crimes.  You’re concerned about the victim hearing that his case isn’t messy?  Look me in the eye and tell me that you’ve never told a victim that their situation- their serious situation- was a waste of police time.”

The officers couldn’t look at your face, much less your eyes.  You had done what you needed to do.

“You wanna solve crimes?  You wanna be the hero?  Then take a goddamned ethics class, read your fucking case files, care for your community, and do your fucking job.”

The detectives tried in vain to defend themselves.  They were unsuccessful- especially in the face of the three FBI agents that immediately backed you up.

“Dr. (L/N) is right.  The number of unreported crimes will astound you,” Rossi said, smirking like the little shit that we all know he is.

“This is especially prevalent with sexual assault cases, theft and scams, and other crimes where the victim may feel a sense of embarrassment- or crimes where the victim feels like their case won’t be taken seriously,” Spencer added in a very Spencer-like way.

“And everything you need to know about this crime is in the file.  If you’d read it, you’d know that the victim is very insistent that your guy didn’t do it, and one could say that, oh, I don’t know, he’s a strong eyewitness.  He is the victim and all,” Rossi continued, getting their asses.

They struggled to respond, “Well- I-  We-”

“And even if you discount the eyewitness testimony, there’s still the matter of alibis and ballistics.  Security cameras have placed Adam away from the community center at the time of the shooting.  The ballistics aren’t a match to any weapon that Adam has ever come into contact with.  Even if they were a match, he hasn’t handled a weapon since his release from prison as a condition of his parole.  But if you had checked the file, you’d know that,” Hotch added, also smirking like a little shit, but with a slight edge to it- that edge, kids, is called “pissed off authority figure.”

“Hey, it-”

“It just sounds like poor police work to me,” Spencer had the biggest smirk of all- the smirk of a little shit who’s proud of his team and of his hot co-professor, “Had you actually done any of your research, you would realize that the suspect you have in custody is being held on police bias and circumstantial evidence.  Any good lawyer can get this case thrown out, and then where will you be?”

His smirk turned to a full grin when you shot him a small smile of your own.

The detectives continued to sputter out responses.  For once, the second one spoke, “Now, we may not be fancy FBI agents, but this precinct has a solid track record of convictions-”

“Were those convictions based on circumstance and bias?” Neither detective answered Spencer’s question.  He continued, “Even if this precinct had a perfect track record, that wouldn’t make it invulnerable to mistakes- and even if it did, you would still have the responsibility of approaching each case like professionals to ensure the wellbeing of victims, suspects, and families.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” you slid forward, putting a hand on Spencer’s arm, “Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to go speak with the victim.  His name is Frank, by the way.”

And just like that, you pulled Dr. Spencer Reid away- and he did not resist in the slightest.  In fact, he held the door open for you as you exited the precinct.  Rossi was pretty sure he saw the kid get behind the wheel.

As the detectives scurried away with their tails between their legs, the older agent let out a long whistle.

“Well, I think it’s safe to say that our young Dr. Reid is officially smitten.”

“He was smitten the last time we were here,” Hotch said, pulling another copy of the case file from seemingly nowhere- one of his many unit chief powers.

“Yeah, yeah, but this time it’s bad.  Garcia’s gonna be mad that she didn’t get to see it.”

Hotch nodded, solemnly.

“Y’know, I think the three of them combined could probably take down the whole FBI.”

“You’re right,” Hotch snapped the file closed with a tiny little proud-dad-type smile, “We’re awfully lucky that they’re focused on something else at the moment.”

-

Missy got your guard to drop further.

Initially, she was hesitant to have the Feds drop in on Frank’s case- you both were.  You were used to local law enforcement treating her like shit.  You didn’t stand for it- every time a cop or lawyer so much as dared to look at her wrong, you bared your teeth like a damn dog and threatened to bite where it would hurt.  Y’know.  Lawsuits.  Missy wasn’t exactly a pushover, either.  She was one of the strongest people you knew, and you were well aware that she could hold her own.  If Missy wanted to be scary, she could be fucking terrifying.

Still, it was a little exhausting to fight all these battles against people in positions of authority who were so convinced that their series of events was correct, and anyone who went against it was nothing more than a lying ex-con.  Having the BAU in your pockets certainly helped with that.

“I already told you what happened.  I’ll tell you a thousand more times if I have to, but the story isn’t going to change,” Missy groaned, voice muffled as she buried her face in her hands.

“Okay, then.  We’ll go over your testimony again.  A few more times, if you don’t mind,” One of the local detectives smirked, ignoring the death glare you sent her way.

“Fine.  Frank was walking me to the community center.  I was taking a class on resume writing.  It was cloudy, not raining, but cold.  We came around the side of the building when a man in a leather jacket walked around the corner.”

“And what did this man do?”

“He- he shot Frank.  He tried to kill my-” she took a shaky breath.  You put a hand on her arm, aiming for gentle comfort and reassurance.  Missy nodded, letting you know you’d hit your target.

“Did you see his face?” The officer continued.

“No.  He was wearing one of those bike helmets that block off the person’s eyes- but I swear, it wasn’t Adam.  This guy was too bulky.  Adam’s made of wires, he needs to eat more.”

“You seem to have a lot of affection for Adam,” the detective leaned forward, “Now, we know you’ve claimed to be in a relationship with Frank- but could you describe your relationship with Adam for us?”

“I already said it!  I took a couple classes with him!  He’s a friend, that’s all.”

“Mhmm.  That’s all.  And in your previous line of work- the one that earned you a prison sentence of twelve months and a little over minimum wage- you had a lot of ‘friends,’ yes?”

“Excuse me?” your fingers bit into the table that separated you from the cop.  You had half a mind to jump over the thing and throttle the smug detective sitting before you.  

“What?” Missy growled, “You think just because I used to hook I fuck all my friends now?  I’ve taken a few classes with Doc (L/N), I haven’t fucked them!”

You nodded in solemn agreement.  The detective shrugged this off, ignoring everything that came out of Missy’s mouth.  When she spoke again, her voice rang with the faux pity of someone who held themselves leagues above Missy.

“You know, I can see why you were looking at writing up a resume- your old line of work is so degrading.  You know you’re never the same, afterwards.  You can never wash off the shame.  You’ll always be a little broken.  A little-”

“Okay, that’s enough-” you stood up, slamming your hands down on the table.

“Hey, fuck you, man-” Missy leaned forward, “Don’t tell me what hooking did to me.  You don’t know me.  You don’t fucking know.”

“And now you’re lashing out.  Poor thing-”

“Detective Foy.  A word,” Tara Lewis, a newer BAU agent who you hadn’t really had the pleasure of meeting materialized in the doorway like a perfectly timed ghost, ready to right some wrongs and keep you from committing a murder.  Her request for a word was perfectly intimidating, disclosing the not-so-secret secret that the request itself was not actually a request.  

“I’m sorry, Agent, I’m in the middle of an interrogation-” 

“It’s not an interrogation.  You’re questioning a witness.  Agent Jareau will handle things from here.  Now, a word?”

You and Missy watched as the detective slunk out of the room with her tail between her legs.  Moments later, JJ joined you, but she didn’t bother to start a line of questioning.  Instead, the three of you watched in giddy silence as Tara Lewis destroyed Detective Foy where she stood.  You couldn’t hear her through the glass, but you could vaguely read the words, “You are a police officer meant to serve and protect the people in your community, and uphold the law.  You should educate yourself on the law, and on what it means to serve and protect.”  On her lips.

You could’ve been off on that translation, but either way, it was sick as fuck.  By the time Tara was finished, you and Missy were barely holding back your laughter.  You probably would’ve held it in if JJ hadn’t turned around with a pleased grin on her face.

“Ok, well, I’ve known Agent Lewis for about three minutes, and already I adore her,” you cackled.

“Oh, she’s excellent,” Missy said, eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Well, we certainly like her,” Jennifer grinned, clearly proud of her teammate and happy to see that someone outside the BAU had taken notice.

A few moments later, Tara re-entered the room with a tired sigh on her lips.  It didn’t take her long to realize that you were all staring right at her.

“What?  What is it?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, we just think, as a group,” you looked around like you were the leader of the world’s weirdest (and maybe coolest?) group project, “That you are, objectively, excellent.”

“Yep.  Not bad for a Fed.”

Again, you nodded in agreement, “I concur.”

Tara raised an eyebrow, slightly confused, “Thank you?”

Missy gave Tara a thumbs up.  You followed her lead.  Not really knowing what else to do in this situation, and figuring there was no harm in joining the madness, Tara returned the thumbs up.

“Well, like we said, we’ll take over the questioning from here,” JJ took a seat as she spoke.  Tara joined her at the table.

“So, after Frank was shot, did you see where the attacker went?”

“No.  I was kind of focused on my partner bleeding on the ground.”

“That’s fair- but try to think back.  Did you see anything in your peripheral vision?  Did you hear anything?”

Missy paused for a moment, and when she spoke again, she still sounded lost in thought, “I heard a bike.  It makes sense with the helmet- I think it might’ve been a Yamaha?”  

“Wait, you can tell which brand a bike is by the sound?” you asked, not disbelieving Missy, but distracted by the new knowledge that a person could do such a thing.

“If you let me think about it, I could probably give you the make and model.”

“Holy shit, really?” your eyes were wide.  Your expression betrayed just how bewildered and impressed you were by vehicle knowledge.  It might’ve been basic knowledge, but fuck it, the author can’t drive.

“Oh, absolutely- different bikes make different sounds.  Cars are similar,” Tara nodded her agreement.

“You can tell cars apart by their sounds!?”

“Yeah?  Can’t you?” Missy turned to face you, slightly bemused.

“I can tell that they’re old?  Or like, electric, I guess?”

“Okay, when this is all over, I’m giving you a lesson.”

“I’d like to get in on that,” Tara added.

“Excellent!” Missy smiled, “Now everyone shut up and let me think.”

-

The way the BAU treated Frank dragged your guard down further.  They were gentle, but not dehumanizing or infantilizing.  They just treated him like a human person, and you found that neat, and more importantly, Frank found that neat.  

Also, the BAU laughed at Frank’s anecdotes and jokes.  I will be fully honest.  That was more of a relief to you, especially because a decent chunk of those anecdotes and jokes were about you murdering the shit out of Spencer Reid using nothing but your words.

It really started on that very first day, when you and Spencer had gone to visit Frank.  He could see it from his hospital bed- Spencer’s hand on your shoulder, the way Spencer was very clearly trying to comfort you from some unknown upset, and that was it.

Frank said, “Wow.  Those two have sure come a long way from Doc telling him to go die in a ditch.”

And JJ, who had been questioning him, choked on her coffee and wheezed out a, “What?”  

And that was pretty much it.  Frank explained that Spencer had pissed you off, you’d hit him with the “die in a ditch” thing, and he looked so sad that you literally forgave him the next day.  (He left out the bit about the stabbing, because stabbing doesn’t just kill people, it kills moods.)

From then on, Frank was the premium source of gossip on you and Spencer.  Of course, Missy got in on it, too.

When they told Rossi about the time you’d called Reid a “shit-licking asshole fed,” the agent laughed so hard that he literally couldn’t speak for a solid minute.  Was he a big fan of the anti-fed talk?  Not particularly.  But you had gone at it with such gusto, and with such anger, that he couldn’t help but cackle.  

You knew none of this, but you knew that everyone involved seemed happier after the BAU took the case.  That was good enough for you.

-

Your guard fell because of Spencer.

Wasn’t that always the way this was going to go?

While the BAU took care of your friends, Spencer took care of you.  He made sure you got home safe.  He kept you in the loop about everything case-relevant.  He made sure you remembered to eat, which was kind of hypocritical of him, but oh well.  He offered to drive you to and from the hospital, which was a fun kind of hell, because the man obeyed every traffic law ever made, but you got to bully him for it, so it all evened out in the end.  He distracted you from the nightmare you were living through by offering fun facts.  He made the nightmare better just by being him.  

And he was the one to get Adam out.  

He didn’t announce this victory to you.  He just showed up one day, at the hospital, following behind Adam as the newly freed man burst into Frank’s room.

“Frank!  Hey, are you good man?  I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner, I would’ve been, but you know how it is with cops.”

“Shit, dude,” Frank beamed, “All things considered, I’m not too bad.”

“Holy shit, Adam?” you let out a hospital-appropriate screech.

“Oh my god,” Missy stood from her place at Frank’s bedside to give him a hug.  For a moment, she held him so tightly that it looked like Adam legitimately couldn’t breathe.

The moment she saw Spencer lingering in the background, she switched from one wire-shaped man to the next.  Spencer hugged her back politely, and then, in an instant, she was onto you.

“You sons of bitches did it!  You actually did it!”

“Did we?” you asked Spencer, lowering your voice as Missy, Frank, and Adam enjoyed their reunion.

“We did,” Spencer confirmed, stepping closer to you until you were side to side, whispering to each other to avoid disturbing your friends, “We found bank statements proving that this was a targeted hit, unrelated to Adam.  We’ve only been able to find the unsub’s side so far, but it won’t take us long to find whoever contracted him.” 

“Shit- that’s both really good and mildly fucking terrifying.”

“I know,” Spencer answered almost too quickly, but he covered it up just as fast, “But it means that Adam is a free man.  It’s almost over, (Y/N).”

You let out a small exhale, trying to maintain some semblance of calm, “Almost.  Thank you, Spence.  For all of this, for everything-”

“You don’t need to thank me.  It wasn’t just the new evidence.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, there was this local criminology professor, maybe you’ve heard of them.  They were incredibly insistent that law enforcement look deeper into the case, and because of them, the conviction vanished.”

A smile slipped onto your face as you turned to face him, “Was that a joke, Spence?  You’re doing ha-ha funny jokes now?”

“I’m saying you did a good thing, here, (Y/N).  Look,” he nodded towards the hospital bed, where your friends were talking, beaming, clinging to each other’s hands like they’d been shot, traumatized, and separated for months- which was an accurate summary, actually.

At your side, you let your hand slip into Spencer’s, weaving your fingers between his slender ones.  You felt his grip tighten, his palm pressed tightly to yours.  His hands were warm.

“We did a good thing,” you whispered.

You pulled him closer by the hand.  You weren’t harsh or forceful, but Spencer still stumbled into you with what can only be described as a somewhat lovestruck grin on his face.

And then his phone rang.

You watched his face fall as he answered it.  His fingers drifted away from yours.  You could almost hear Hotchner’s voice on the other end.  The call only lasted a few moments, but it changed everything.  The air in the room grew heavy.  The room fell silent.

“We found the unsub.  My team is confronting him now, I-” he paused.

“They want you to go with them.”

“I have to.”

A shaky breath escaped your lungs, and you were kinda pissed at it- how dare that shaky breath reveal how you actually felt?  How dare it break free from your body, alerting Spencer that your world had just spun out sideways for the millionth time that week.

You were gonna square up with that fucking breath.

But first, without saying another word, you nodded towards the door.  Spencer nodded back.  Like that, he was gone.  You watched him go.  You stared at the empty doorway after he’d left.   The room remained silent.

I mean, it did until it didn’t- your friends couldn’t watch that and say nothing.  I don’t think anybody could.

“Holy shit, you’re just gonna let him leave without saying goodbye?” Adam asked, looking between you and the door so quickly that you were almost surprised that his head didn’t fly off.

“He’s down bad,” Frank whispered, nodding in agreement, “Go get him.”

“I- he’s gonna be back in five minutes,” you tried to reason.  It didn’t work.

“He could be back never!  He might die!” Missy ran forward, gripping your shoulders.

“He’s got a bulletproof vest-”

“THERE IS SO MUCH THOSE THINGS DON’T COVER!!” Missy progressed to shaking you, slightly, “Go get him!  Hurry, before it’s too late!”

“I really don’t know what you want me to say here.”

“Tell him you’re also down bad!” Frank exclaimed, no longer whispering.

“Down bad-?  What the fuck does that even mean,” you said, your voice growing quieter and quieter as you left the room and headed down the hallway.

“... Y’know, they taught me what ‘down bad’ means.”

“Same.”

As your friends continued to discuss, you were already halfway down the hallway, walking as fast as you could given the hospital setting.  Spencer was nowhere to be seen and you really didn’t have time to look.  You really had one choice.  The elevators.

You reached them just in time to watch that lanky noodle motherfucker step inside.

Giving up on decorum, you raced through the hospital corridor, yelling out apologies at every human person you passed- fortunately there weren’t too many, so it wasn’t like you caused a massive disturbance.  Most people just thought you were having your rom-com finale moment.  Maybe some part of you was trying to, but honestly, you weren’t really thinking about it.  You were mostly just thinking, “Shit, shit, shit, I have to get in that elevator.”

And you did!  You made it!  You stumbled through the doors and came to a stop in the middle of that tiny box.  Spencer reached out to steady you, his expression letting you in on his amused confusion.  You smiled up at him, trying not to pant- and then you came to a realization.

You had no fucking clue what the hell you were going to say.

To be fair, what the fuck is a person supposed to say in that situation?  “Heyyyy, my friends think I’m in love with you, so now I’m here, wanna talk about that before you head into a dangerous situation involving a hitman and many guns?”

Or perhaps, “Hey!  You’re a good person even though I keep insisting you aren’t one, so I want you to know that you’re a good person before I send you off to get murdered!”

Or maybe, “You’re hot, I’m hot, wanna spend the next thirty seconds doing terrible things to this elevator that will get us forcibly removed from this hospital?”

Or even, “Hi, you just did a really nice thing for my friends, and I really appreciate it, and even though I don’t express it, I do care about you a lot, so maybe don’t die in the next few hours.  For me.  Please.”

In the end, you just settled for, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Spencer replied, not taking his hands from your shoulders even though you were more than steady, “Is everything okay?”

“Okay?  Yeah,  yeah, everything is, um.  Everything’s fine.  I just-”  you froze again, because seriously, what the fuck could you say right then and there?  What could you say that would let him know everything you wanted him to know?

“Are you sure?” he looked at you, held you with such delicate concern.  You kind of wanted to partake in elevator ruining activities with Spencer until the two of you got kicked out of the hospital together. 

“Yeah- yeah!  Everything’s- I’m okay, it’s just,” you raised your hand, letting it hover between the two of you for a moment before you placed it over one of his, “Come out of this alive.  Make sure everyone else does, too, but… come out of this okay, okay?”

Spencer hesitated.  And then he wrapped his hand around yours and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles ever so briefly.

“I will.  I promise.”

The elevator bell dinged.  You’d reached the parking lot.  Spencer let go of your hand with a different kind of hesitation.  

“I’ll see you soon,” he offered, “Okay?”

“Okay.”

Spencer disappeared into the parking lot, dashing out of sight and into danger.  You stood there, watching until the elevator doors slid shut and that infernal box pulled you back up again.  The humming metal lights above and the clanking metal around you harmonized into the perfect soundscape for your empty mind.

Spencer was heading into danger, as he always did.  You were returning to serve your community, as you always did.  Spencer might not come back, and you would always remain, and you realized that when the case was over, he would go back to Quantico with the BAU, and you probably wouldn’t see him ever again.

And it broke your heart a little bit.  Maybe more than a little bit.  A little bit, perhaps.

You were a long way from, “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, go die,” indeed.

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[paxarsenal]

Spy x Family AU

I still need to catch up with the series, but I’m enjoying it so far! I also thought it would be fun to implement some of my mutuals’ Creepypasta/Slenderverse OCs into the genre.

Might rewrite some things while I sort this out!

~~~

Overview

Between indeterminate nations, connections remain unstable and war is likely. To avoid conflicts, both states escorted secret services to deal with such difficulties. Such organizations are known as Proxies & The Red Room.

Proxies (Der Größemann)

Serves the West Nation and attends to the matters of the East. It's at its all-time high stakes for disaster with the East Nation.

The Red Room (Zalgo; Scarlet Kaiser)

Serves the War-torn East Nation; status: unknown...

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Red Spider

Former hitman for hire, the Red Spider was an experiment gone wrong. She hates both nations for what they did to her which eventually led to a life in the shadows. However, she was brought back into the Zalgo workforce for... reasons. She unknowingly works with ████, serving as his "wife/co-partner" and mother/caretaker to Pip Pip.

@the-catcake

████

Alias unknown... He is a spy who works in secrecy. Not even his closest coworkers know his true identity or background. He unknowingly works with Red Spider, serving as her "husband/co-partner" and father/caretaker to Pip Pip.

@paxarsenal

Doll

Doll is one of Der Größemann's closest informants, secretaries, and main coordinator. She's the only person allowed to attend to the director. She must relay information to other coordinators and agents.

@the-slender-doll

Magico

His undercover occupation is a detective. He will use this ability to erase and rewrite evidence to secure his identity and group. Magico worked in the field for many decades and assisted younger spies and assassins to work on their training. He lost his pregnant wife a long time ago when serving the Proxies.

@realmysticalsorcerymystic

Nobody

A young, charming yet deadly assassin. He gets his code name from his secrecy and anonymity. Despite his age, he’s skilled in combat and agility. He brings his sister Crystal, close to his heart as he serves his mission to help citizens. He works closely with Magico, a former spy and current public agent.

@ivydarkrose

Pip Pip

The key to world peace! Very cute but might get into a lot of trouble.

@plaguemasterofficial

Seed Eater

Reduced to dog... Enhanced sight, hearing, smell... It can be very hungry for meat. It is the family "dog" to Pip pip.

[killerandhealerqueen]

✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨

rules: post 7 sentences/a snippet of an unfinished work

@hyperbolicgrinch and @theotherwhybietoldmeso (no pressure my darlings)

I received a lovely anon yesterday who told me that they get really happy whenever I post snippets from my Loscar detective/hitman au so here is another snippet for you, my love!

The following evening, when Logan came home from work, Oscar was sitting on his couch, like usual, but he wasn’t smiling when Logan walked through the door, hell, he barely even glanced his way, causing him to frown.  He could tell something was…off, that something was wrong, but he didn’t know what.              “Oscar?” he called out.  At his name, Oscar lifted his head and looked at him, causing him to let out a soft hiss at the sight of a large, nasty bruise on his cheek.  They then stared at each other for a moment before Logan slowly walked over and sat down beside him, his eyes never leaving his face as he reached out and gently took his face in his hand before he turned his head so that he could get a better look at the bruise.             “What happened?” he asked.             “Boss did not like the fact that the job went sideways yesterday…and decided to let me know by taking it out on my face.  Said that if I had fucked up even more royally than I already had, that the police would find me and arrest me” Oscar replied before he looked into Logan’s blue-green eyes and smirked slightly.             “Like they haven’t already found me” he teased.  Logan huffed softly.             “You found me, not the other way around” he reminded before he gently ran a thumb over the bruise, only for Oscar to hiss softly.             “Fuck” he spat, making Logan look at him before he released his face and pushed himself to his feet, quickly making his way to the kitchen to grab the icepack he kept in the freeze and a towel before he walked back over to Oscar and placed the wrapped icepack gently onto his bruised cheek.             “Here.  Should help a little” he murmured, making Oscar look at him before he shut his eyes and leaned into the icepack, causing Logan’s eyes to widen slightly before he adjusted himself so that it would be easier for him to hold the icepack against Oscar’s face.  Silence then fell over them before Oscar opened his eyes and looked at Logan.             “Shouldn’t you be arresting me or something?” he asked.  Logan hummed.             “Probably” he replied.  Oscar raised an eyebrow.             “Then why aren’t you?” he asked.  Logan looked at him.             “You’re hurt.  It just…doesn’t feel right” he replied, causing Oscar’s eyes to widen in surprise before he laughed softly and shook his head.             “You’re weird” he murmured.  Logan raised an eyebrow.             “Thanks?  I think?” he replied. 

Tagging: whoever wants to play. Absolutely no pressure

[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. reborn x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. deep down you already had the feeling and knew that something bad is going to happen as you watched how he left because of an apparent business trip. the feeling that told you, you'll never see him again. yet you're going to put your trust into him, because he promised he will come back no matter what .

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~2.1k .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. hurt with comfort. f!reader. HEAVILY , HEAVILY , HEAVILY INSPIRED BY DETECTIVE CONAN. scratch this cuz it's detective conan au guys. I'm choking on tears but this isn't even angst. be prepared to be disappointed < / 3

　“CIAO, Belladonna.”

And not a second passed before you turned to the man who appeared out of nowhere it seems. You immediately sprung up to your feet with an angered expression and walked up to him, letting the pigeons who surrounded you fly away in all directions, but you didn't care at the moment. Not if that bastard came back once again after leaving you with no message or note.

"Now, now. What's with the upset face? That doesn't suit you at all, Belladonna."

"Reborn..!" instead of slapping his hand away, you grabbed onto his wrist. "You... disappeared again without any further notice. For days! Do know how worried I was? You broke your promise..!"

"I did say no promises."

Your lips quivered, your eyes sank to the floor. Even though you had a tight grip around his wrist, but it shines like it didn't hurt him at all. A shadow casted across your face, your [h/c] hair fell into your view and it took everything to stop the burning sensation in your eyes. "Don't you..." you voice cracked causing you to pause for a moment, "...care about me?"

It was a mere whisper. His reply left his lips real fast. As if it was an automatic one. "Of course I do." he said. Nonetheless, it didn't satisfy you and your worries that are eating eating you up from the inside, so you still didn't look at him, not daring to. "Of course I care about you." he said. You'll never know if he spoke the truth or if it's a simple lie. Because this is Reborn, we're talking about.

The man who would step into your life completely unforeseen. The same man who would disappear as soon as he gets spotted. You hate it. You hate him. You hate how he invaded your life. And you hate how he leaves your life. As if you were nothing more than a puppet. As if you both weren't friends since primary school. It's not like he can kick you out of his life now.

"Make it up."

"How?"

A huff escaped your mouth as you calmed yourself down. He was just a man. What can he do? Eventually, you lifted your head again and folded your arms with an irritated expression. The furrow in your eyebrows told him that he definitely screwed up after he asked that one question, that one word. But what did he do wrong now? He really needs to make this up to you, because you just sighed in disappointment.

"Tomorrow..." you started, your pretty features softened for the moment, "is monday."

"Hmm?"

"So you really did forget." it hurt how this affected you, that he forgot. And it certainly hurt for him to see you so upset because of him. "You promised you would take me out and spend time with me."

Right. There was something he totally forgot. How can the world's greatest hitman forget such an important date? The missions are biting back hard. It was his own fault now, after all, he messed up and made you more upset than you already were. "Well what did I expect, you bastard." he must make it up to you. "We'll see each other tomorrow! At the cinema at seven pm."

With that your back turned to him as you began to walk away from the scene, making your way home. You shoved your hands into your pocket, huffing and sighing all the way before you remembered something. You glanced back to him and spat, "if you forget it again, I'll beat your ass personally, Reborn!" if you only knew that he was some kind of hitman in shady business.

"Don't follow me...." he stopped in his tracks, "and excuse yourself by saying you're just making sure I will get home safely!"

He's going to do it anyway. It's not like you'll catch him.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

　"—Lord, give me patience before I beat his ass up."

While standing there with crossed arms, you tapped with your foot against the floor serveral times, waiting for a man. It's been a little more than fifteen minutes now. Maybe something happend or maybe he forgot once again. The giddy feeling and excitment which built up while you did your make up at home already vanished in thin air, and you even chose your prettiest outfit.

"Belladonna."

You spun around to see Reborn, yet you got surprised by a bouquet of flowers. Lily of the valley, to be specific. And god, they were beautiful. "I'm sorry for my lateness due to something inconvenience." he apologized, watching how you slowly accepted those flowers. Your gaze softened up as you wrapped your arms around those, not too tight because you feared you would crush them.

"It's okay..." you murmured before looking to the cinema again. "Let's get in."

Quietly, you walked into the cinema as Reborn held the door open for you to enter. "Thanks." you said. "I already have a movie in mind. It's a sad one." You showed him the tickets you reserved with a grin. "But don't expect me to be your shoulder to cry on, yes?" at that, he only began to let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head.

"How do you feel after stealing my words, you thief?"

"Shut up, crybaby."

"Not until the movie begins."

With that, he returned your glare with a subtle smirk.

At the end, you sat there. Next to him. The bride of the movie got rushed out to the hospital after drinking her poisoned favorite drink as the police investigated the crime scene. You feared that the groom was the one who put poison into her can of lemon tea. But you also hoped he wasn't the one since he was the groom and should've protected her with his life, not harm his own wife.

And how right you were. The groom admitted everything. He tried to kill her only to take revenge on her father, who was the one and only chief inspector. The revenge was all about the death of his own mother. His mother would have made it, if this chief inspector send her into the hospital right after the car crash, but the he didn't see her and followed the criminal who used the opportunity to run away.

SLAP !

Your eyes widened as the best friend slapped him across the face. She was crying, yelling at him that the bride knew his past. That the bride knew he was using her to take revenge. Because as they got together, she was reminded of her first true love and she did a background check up, then finding out about the horrible incident. Yet she stayed by his side for one simple reason, he was her first true love.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you sobbed quietly, trying not to disturb anyone else. While you were crying your heart out, Reborn had his arms crossed and wore a stupid blank face on his face. Out of nowhere, a white tissue fell into your sight and your gaze went to Reborn who sat next to you. Your eyes met his.

"Crybaby." he mouthed.

And damn. You had no heart to argue with him and didn't bother to deny it, thanking him quietly before wiping your tears away. The groom began to regret everything after he found out that the bride drank the poison on purpose, hoping it would satisfy his anger. You blinked. Ah, the credits are rolling already. What happend to the bride? What happend at the end?

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

　"Reborn."

The two of you were walking to your house. It was dark already, the moon shone calmly down on the earth and the silence was comfortable between you. Your gaze sank to the floor as he lifted his head to the moon. You heard how he hummed after you called out his name. "If you were in the groom, would you have poisoned your soon-to-be wife?" you mentioned the movie.

"No, I won't marry someone I don't love." he answered without hesitation before adding, "I probably would've killed that chief inspector myself."

"But what if..."

"I still won't marry someone I don't love."

"And I said what—" he interrupted you.

"I only intend to marry one woman. And one woman only."

Hearing his words made your eyes widen. A blush painted your rosy cheeks as you immediately looked up to him, yet he still watched the moon. "Because I love her. I marry because I love. And if I do, I would never cause her any harm on purpose." he continued. The back of your mind screamed the answer, letting you think he meant you. Nonetheless, you also don't want to get your hopes up.

"We reached your house."

Both of you stopped in your tracks, now standing infront of the entrance of you house. "Already?" your mood fell swiftly. You got your keys out and opened the door. "Even though we only watched a movie today, it was fun. The movie was good and I cried my heart out." you stepped into your home and turned to him. "So I probably will forgive you. Don't get your hopes up though!"

Reborn didn't dare to say anything yet, choosing to stay silent while observing your features. The dried tears and some left over trail of your mascara, even though you tried your hardest to make it less visible. Your eyes were slowly getting red and puffy from crying. "Reborn?" you broke the silence after a while of waiting.

"Belladonna, we won't see each other for a while."

It came down like a bomb, making you a bit startled and frozen on spot.

"Pardon?"

"You heard me. We won't see each other for a while."

Something told you that it wasn't in fact »for a while«. Something told you that it was in fact forever.

As soon as he turned his back to you, you rapidly stepped a bare foot out of the house, grabbing onto the sleeve of his suit. "W-What do you mean?" you asked while stuttering, your grip tightened around the sleeve. You were desperate. Desperate for an answer. Because you feared you won't see him ever again. "What do you... mean by that?" you choked a little.

The silence he returned made you more nervous and upset.

"Please answer, Reborn." you plead. "Please..."

A tear glided down your cheek. And he knew even with his back turned to him. It hurt. For you and for him. You felt how he tried to remove his sleeve out of your grip but you didn't let him, now grasping his wrist. "Please answer." you plead once again and gulped down the big lump in your throat. "Please." your voice got quieter as you furrowed your eyebrows. The silence broke you.

"You're so unfair..." first stab into his heart.

"You're so fucking unfair." second stab into his heart.

"You're so selfish." the third stab hurt more than the first and second one. "Don't you care about my feelings?! I'm always sick worried about you! We're friends since childhood! Heck—I don't even know if you consider our relationship as friends! Am I the only one?! Am I that blind?! It's so unfair!—"

He can't tell you yet. Not about the mafia. Not about the arcobaleno curse. Not yet.

Your voice only got muffled as he pulled you in for a hug. Your desperate calls and screams got quieter and quieter. And you broke down. Tears streamed down your face as you tightly gripped onto his suit, sobbing loudy against his chest. "You're so... unfair." you said. The time went by, your cries turned into hiccups and eventually, he spoke up.

"Please put your trust in me a little longer." he whispered. "I'll tell you everything when I come back."

"Promise me..."

"I can't."

"Well, what can you promise me then?" you huffed and pushed him back after using his shoulder to cry on. "You won't even come back..."

"I will come back." his black eyes told you he was serious. "It's a promise. For sure."

You couldn't help but huff at that. That man. You pressed your thumb over your lips before using the same finger which was painted with red lipstick to wipe over his lips.

"That's a promise, Reborn."

A pretty smile graced over your lips as if you were watching your masterpiece. He only sighed out. That sigh turned into a chuckle while he smirked at your action. Reborn turned his back to you and began to walk away. No see you, because he isn't sure when you'll see you each other again in his current condition. No good bye, because he will make sure to meet you again in his adult form.

You just watched him get away. Your doubt that he'll come back died down, because you trust him. Because he promised.

God, he promises himself he will confess his love for you. He promises to kiss you. Until then—

“Till we meet again, [name].”

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's note — THOUGHT IT WOULD COME OUT A LOT BETTER, BUT NO. noticed how he only called you by your name at the end?

[kanai-ward-census]

Hellxander propaganda

"toxic dogboy yaoi"

"Got that fucked up dynamic... Zilch is Yomi's weapon and is perfectly happy to be so. They don't love each other per se it's moreso devotion??? And Yomi's probably a little scared of the guy teebeeache."

[kyeomniscient]

seventeen ao3 fic recs pt. 4

pt. 1 (completed fics)

pt. 2 (completed mid-length fics, <50k words)

pt. 3 (completed shorter fics, <10k words)

so in my quest to read more svt fanfics, i've begun dipping my toes into the incomplete works as well :"")

i usually filter for completed works, only because i'm terrible at waiting for updates and want to spare myself from the cliffhangers BUT i've since made peace with the lack of closure in these works! and some of the stories are by authors whose (complete) works i've really loved so yeaps that's how things are now

if you're reading this as the author of any of the fics below... may this be a sign to revisit these wips and hopefully update them! it would make at least one (1) reader vv happy hehe

ANWs onto the recs so buckle up, prepare to get your hearts wrecked and sleep stolen

in order of descending word count (as of time of reading)

all's fair in love and war (minwon, 111k words)

it's a "childhood friends to enemies to college roommates to fuckbuddies to enemies again to lovers" (and aptly tagged as such) by the same author (lightningbend) as some of the works in the first part of my rec list and i will read ANYTHING they write

literally stopped myself from reading the last chapter so i can convince myself that i don't have to wait for an update lolol

a seat at the kitchen table (soonwoo, 35k words)

wonwoo and soonyoung are both so soft in this fic and it's making me feel things :""/ wonwoo's work fatigue is vv relatable, and the way his burnout eats at him over time is written so realistically that my heart aches for him. also this fic is as much soonyoung x kimchi as it as a soonwoo fic and the image of him being the owner of a kimchi small business is really fitting!

let me show you darkness as it curves into light (jeongcheol, 15k words)

detective!jeonghan x hitman!seungcheol ... need i say more ...

when there's a will there's a way (minwon, 8k words)

this is from another one of my must-read authors! i really admire how even though their fics are relatively shorter, the world-building is so detailed, the dynamics between the mcs are well-established and the characters really feel like living and breathing people. and their storylines are always so good??

there's j something about the fictional town in this one, how the side characters seem almost cartoonish in the best way, eccentric with a hint of something darker within. and of course, the chemistry between minwon from their initial meeting, and how it builds towards potentially being something more djdkfjskdnfk can't wait to read more!!

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updating this as i go!

[ten-cent-sleuth]

A Galling Yoke, Part 8

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for the “You’re just in love with the idea of being in love” and “Do you want me to leave?” squares on my July Break Bingo card

See this post for main info, including a masterlist and synopsis. See this post for warnings.

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x f!Reader

Rating: Teen

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t think.

With a mere half-dozen words, Sherlock had shattered the fragile dynamic you had so carefully pieced back together for you two. After fifteen years apart… Why would he—? How could he—?

“I am in love with you.”

The words echoed in your head, rippling from end to end of your skull as an earthquake rips through a city. Sherlock was still speaking, one hand on his waist and the other gesticulating, but those six words had submerged you in water—boiling, acidic water—and you heard nothing past them.

“I am in love with you.”

You had been completely, woefully caught off guard by Sherlock’s declaration. He had shown up at your doorstep two days after you had last seen each other—the day you had met Miss Algar together—which had been unexpected as well, though not shocking: Sherlock had taken to showing up whenever he wished, and even Mr Rogers was becoming inured to his abruptness. Having assumed the detective had made headway in hunting down the hitman, you had eagerly welcomed him into your sitting room; your excitement had wilted into worry as he had gotten up from his chair after only a few moments then begun pacing silently. You had only just thought of a tactful way to ask him what was the matter when he had blurted out—

“In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. We were separated for a decade and a half, I know, but I never stopped thinking—caring—about you, and I have recently understood that these feelings have been of a…have all these years been of a romantic nature. My lady, I am in love with you.”

Blast.

It was a good thing you were sitting.

In love with you…?

The last time you had heard those words, they had been out of the mouth of slimy, toadying Mr Sulyard, back when he had offered for your hand. He had been lying through his teeth. He had known it; you had known it; however, you had also known that your father would have given you no choice but to accept, so you had lied through your teeth right back with a humbly delighted yes. Edmund, “in love with you” as he was, had been good to you in public and anything but behind closed doors.

“I am in love with you.”

To this day, Edmund’s family happily remained ignorant of their son and brother’s blatant derision and cruelty, although they espoused how much they admired your personality and your accomplishments whenever you saw them. Your own father claimed to be pleased with how you turned out and to care about your wellbeing, yet he imposed his desires above all else.

“I am in love with you.”

Even William had never chosen you before his comfort. He had expressed his concern when he had heard of your and Edmund’s engagement, knowing a little of the man’s reputation from Harrow and a lot of your ill-matched disposition. Despite this worry for you, he had not stood up for you, not when it would mean fighting with Lord Coltidge, not when it mattered most to you.

And Sherlock—

“I am in love with you.”

Dearest, most beloved Sherlock—

“I am in love with you.”

How could he have forgotten what he had done to make you discredit love, or at least distrust that anybody loved you?

Through your agony, you closed your mouth from where it had been hanging open, then you clutched your hands in your lap to stay their trembling, then you lifted your eyes to finally meet Sherlock’s.

“My resolve to tell you these things hardened when I realised I was struggling to focus through your absence these last couple of…”

He paused his speech once your gazes locked, and when he smiled gently at you, you forgot you were supposed to be thinking of a response. Then he spoke: “Of course, we cannot do aught about it until this case is over.”

You blinked. The utter pragmatism of such a statement within a romantic spiel jarred on you. “What— What do you mean?”

“We must focus on the case, then we may settle all personal matters.” He waved a dismissive hand. “The emotional qualities are antagonistic to clear reasoning; we must not let them get in the way.”

And suddenly, sharply, you remembered the pain he had caused you—was, apparently, still causing you—and laughed. It was a too-big, too-loud thing, with haphazard edges and a dangerous echo, and it brought tears to your eyes.

This time, Sherlock blinked at you. “Why do you laugh?”

“Sir, you need not worry about being too emotional during this investigation,” you said, “for I can settle this business matter for you straightaway. It would appear to me, Mr Holmes, that you are simply in love with the idea of being in love.”

At that, he actually scoffed. “That is ridiculous. Why would I want to be in love? It deludes the perfectly reasonable mind; it softens one’s senses, warps one’s thoughts. If I could avoid it, I would.”

You ground your teeth for a moment before speaking to make sure your voice remained even. “That is precisely the reason. Despite your attempts to void your heart of tender feelings, you know you long for a profound bond with the perfect companion—you know you could be happy in such a relationship. Above all, you know you are happy now that you think you have found it.”

“Perhaps you have the right of it,” he said. “Yet would you expect me to rejoice in a shallow bond with an imperfect companion?”

The icy exterior you had pulled around yourself cracked—was he speaking of you and Edmund? Was he truly critiquing you for accepting such a bond with such a companion?

He arched an eyebrow. “Ought I to congratulate myself on the hope of a relationship that would decidedly add wretched complexity to my life?”

The ice broke apart entirely. “Is that why you left me?” you demanded. “Coming to London for me would have been wretchedly complex?”

His countenance darkened. “You left me, my lady. I waited for your return to Ferndell for months—I counted the days, pathetic me!—and in your stead, I received notice of your engagement to another man.”

“I had little choice in that,” you exclaimed, “and I had no ability at all to go back to you. How could I, a young lady with no money and no chaperone, make it all the way down a London street, never mind onto a public conveyance to Shropshire? You, the gentleman, were the one with the power to come to me!”

Shaking his head, Sherlock moved away to stare out the window. Before you could decide whether to stand and follow him, he said, quietly but with a strong and sweeping undercurrent, “What power, petal? I promised you that I would not hold you back. I promised you that I was nothing short of glad that you would get a come-out ball and a curtsy before the queen like all the proper rich ladies do. I promised you that I would happily let you go if you found a proper rich gentleman at some party that suited you better than I. Those promises took all the power I had.”

With a shaky breath, you pressed a hand to your sternum, vain as the attempt was to keep your heart from falling apart. “You… You also promised me that you wanted to marry me, that you would protect and provide for me. You promised me that you loved me, Sherlock.”

He whirled around. “You promised me the same, my lady.”

“And I do!” Your hands flew to grip the armrests at your sides. “That is, I did— I…”

His gaze softening, he stepped towards you. “Petal…”

You pushed yourself to your feet and looked away from him. “What does it matter how I feel or felt? Though I did not need you to rescue me, I did want you to fight for me.” You met his eyes. “That you did not—that the love you felt for me was so easily given up on—is a fact, and fact comes before feelings, does it not, Mr Holmes?”

He frowned. “Do not throw my words back at—”

“They are not merely your words, sir, they are your core values and their consequences! You only commit as far as reason goes; once logic dictates the chances are uncertain, you become uncertain.”

His frown deepened, but he did not respond.

“I do not want someone to choose me when it is sensible, Sherlock,” you said, softly, desperately. “I want to be chosen when it is totally nonsense, through total nonsense. Was it not nonsensical of me to pray for you to show up before the wedding so you could tell my father I had another acceptable option? Was it not downright imbecilic of me to sit and stare out the window and wait for you after Edmund died? Still I did those very things, all the while you…you could not even accept the risk of visiting me to see if I was all right.”

“We…” His voice trembles, you noted with disbelief. “We have another chance now.”

You shook your head, straining on your neck, weighty on your shoulders. “Another chance to be friends, perhaps. But, Sherlock, you are still uncomfortable with coming to me if it means stepping beyond reason, and I… I ought not to ask more of you than you can give.”

“No,” he said, crossing the room in two strides. “No, my lady, ask— Demand everything you would of me, I—”

A knock came at the sitting room door.

You took a moment to consider Sherlock’s pleading look, then turned away and sighed, “Come in.”

Rogers opened the door but barely had time to announce, “Lord Coltidge for you, my lady,” before the earl himself was striding into the room.

“Daughter,” he said, “I care not that you have another visitor; I am your father and you shall speak with me. How could you have stained the Voss family name so recklessly, you—” He stopped short when he finally noticed Sherlock. “Holmes? What—?”

“My lord,” he greeted. “I apologise. It would appear I am her ladyship’s other visitor.”

Your father, brow furrowing, looked between you and Sherlock a few times. “You are here about the case?”

“No,” he replied.

“Yes,” you said at the same time.

Sherlock blinked. “Er, that is, yes, your lordship, I am here about Mr Sulyard’s death. I wished to inform my lady of developments of a…of an idea she gave me some days previous.”

“Is that so?” He turned cutting eyes onto you. “Would this idea be that your husband was seeking satisfaction in another woman’s bed?”

As you flushed hotly, Sherlock stepped in front of you, blocking your father’s view. “Lord Coltidge!” he cried. “Such vulgarity is hardly appropriate in a lady’s hearing, is it? Besides, I can scarcely credit that you would rather shame your own daughter rather than the gentleman who would dishonour his word by breaking his vows.”

You gulped—you had never seen your father turn that particular shade before.

“I think you best leave us now, sir,” snarled the earl.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” retorted Sherlock, sticking his finger in the air with all the confidence of someone who actually had authority to warn anybody here. “Officially, you have no say in this house; it has been her ladyship’s property for a decade.” Then, he turned around to give you his full attention. “Petal, do you want me to leave?”

He was so soft in that moment, in his voice and in his eyes, that you nearly shook your head. Indeed, your heart pleaded for him to remain, for the bubble of safety that came with his presence to not be burst. But he couldn’t remain. You couldn’t afford relying on him in such a vulnerable position—you simply weren’t ready to pick yourself off the floor if you leaned on him and he walked away once again.

“We have had a…trying conversation,” you whispered to him. “Perhaps you would like to go home and relax now.”

His eyes were stormy as he glanced at Lord Coltidge and muttered, “What I would like to do is…,” but they cleared when he focused on you and sighed, “…whatever you would prefer, my lady.”

You smiled your gratitude towards him, but you knew it was cold comfort as he stalked past the earl with an unhesitatingly aimed dark look. He paused at the door to say over his shoulder, “I shall keep you apprised of my progress.”

“Good man,” replied Lord Coltidge, though you knew Sherlock was speaking to you.

You held your breath, waiting to meet Sherlock’s gaze once more, but he quitted the room and closed the door with nary a glance back. Although you suddenly felt more brittle than you ever had, you squared your shoulders and turned towards your father.

“Good afternoon, sir. Please, take a seat. How is it that I have stained the family name this time?”

Thank you for reading. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter lmaooo. I hope y’all enjoyed the Jane Austen and Arthur Conan Doyle quotes? :P Feedback is always welcome!

[writing-with-sophia]

Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! Please read the rules before submitting a request or reading my posts.

Writing Masterlist:

Common character archetypes in literature

How to create a superbad villain

How to make a villain's appearance memorable

Storytelling Techniques

How to create suspenseful chapter endings

Foreshadowing (1)

Foreshadowing (2)

Types of Conflict in Literature

Writing from the perspective of an inanimate object

Protagonist Concepts

Basic questions for your character

Describing a villain's appearance in a natural way

Metaphors and similes

Create an effectively past for character

Describe locations

Common character motivations

Kafkaesque

Magical/ Superpowers list: General.

Narrative arcs/ plot structures that can be associated with misfortunes.

Dialogues.

How to create a good main character

How to avoid the instance where a secondary character stands out more/ is more lovable?

Poison list

Character flaws

Endings

Redemption arc for villain

Prompt: Enemies to lovers

How to develop the enemies to lovers trope effectively

Writing a good Anti-Hero

Character positive traits

How to write an elderly main character?

30 writing prompts about dark magic

Show, don't tell

20 detective writing prompts

Rules of detective fiction

Names for characters

Tips for writing horror stories

Protagonist who is a ballerina

How to write a believeable egotistical character

Writing a novel: Step by step

How to get into the mind of a character?

How to include a broader spectrum of ages in stories

How to make romantic scenes not cringe?

Create fantasy character names

Habits and quirks for characters

Ways to refer to a character without using their name, hair/eye color, or gender

Poison list (2)

Write a weak hero

Anime Masterlist:

❁ Fate Grand Order:

Olga Marie:

Clingy yandere Olga

Olga Marie revive

❁ Genshin Impact:

❁ Bungo Stray Dogs:

❁ Hitman REBORN:

Hibari Kyoya:

Hibari Kyoya x Poetic S/O

❁ Jujutsu Kaisen:

❁ Twisted Wonderland:

[alfiely-art]

About that character inmpression, ship thingy you posted... Of course I'l ask you about Yomi (you can answer each questions for him if you want 👀👀)

Aaaand hmmm

What do you think about Yomi x Seth, Hellxander, Fake Zilch x Seth, and Yomi x Fake Zilch x Seth ?

That might be a lot in one go, so uh, take your time!

OURGHHH Yomi. Okay this is gonna be a lot but lets-a go yahoo

Alright first off, first impression of him.

His introduction was literally golden. From his and Martina's Akira reference to Yomi fake-sobbing before coldly ordering Seth to be executed. I was kicking my feet. He immediately shot to my top favorite (before being kicked down again by Yuma and Makoto) but I absolutely enjoyed what an evil little gremlin he was from the very beginning. Honestly, one of the best introductions of a villain I've ever seen.

Next, headcanons. I think he was a theatre kid in high school. I'm saying this from experience. Every theatre kid goes through a little phase where they're evil and flamboyant it comes with the title. Yomi's just went on a little too long, silly silly boy. OH and I think he has chew toys. Being evil is stressful he's gotta chew on smth or else he'll just take it out on an underling, yk?

As for complaints and praise... weeeell, I thought his takedown was a little... anti-climatic? Like on the one hand, I'm very happy for Martina to get to send him to jail. You go girl. But also, he just sorta... accepts being arrested? I wanted him to resist more. Kicking scratching and screaming, yk?? He did a little of that but not much. And I wish we'd seen him in the epilogue, maybe as a small little shot of him in jail being all pouty. As for praise, I really love how fun-to-hate he is. The game makes it very clear he's horrible and you can't really sympathize with him, but also, he's just so fun to watch. Like. What's wrong with him *twirls hair*

Favorite pairing, hmmmmmmmmmm. Initially it was Makoyomi, but rn it's a three-way tie between Makoyomi, Yomiakou, and Hellxander. These dynamics are all just... really fascinating in all honesty. I want to study them. I'm so glad this fandom enjoys toxic yaoi I think I would go insane if there wasn't a plethora of content for these weirdos.

And finally, my overall opinion. He's my wife. My evil scrunkly meow meow. I'm gonna put a collar on him and cook him a yummy dinner while he's chained to a chair. Also his English VA is amazing and did a wonderful job making Yomi iconic, I'm planning on playing Raincode again but with JP voices to compare. He's the silliest villain I've ever seen. They did a great job with his writing, I think. He just, immediately grabs you- and when you look deeper into him it's genuinely so interesting and fun.

OKAY NOW FOR SHIPS.

Yomi x Seth is definitely an interesting ship for me. I don't actively think about it but when I come across content of them, my brain goes "fuck yeah". Sadly their interactions don't give us much to go off of as much as other pairs, but it's always a joy to see.

Hellxander. My beloved. Finding Fake!Zilch in the factory and hearing him ramble about Yomi was eye opening. Kodaka did not need to have that in there but it's there and it's amazing. I wish Yomi had a line or something about Zilch, I want to know how he feels about the guy. Was it a parasocial type of thing??? Was Yomi leading him along??? Please Kodaka. Yomi DLC where we visit Kanai Ward and Yomi is doing community service and having flashbacks to his old gay lover Hitman and he cries in the rain "I hate that ugly bowl cut detective!!!!!!! Curse you Yuma the Kokohead!!!!!!!"

Fake!Zilch x Seth isn't something I've ever really thought about, but I can kinda see a dynamic there. Frail little guy x tough hitman? Yeah that's certainly a good dynamic. I just don't know if this particular case would really... grab me?

And Yomi x Fake!Zilch x Seth... yeah I think that's just torture for Seth. Which is fine I like torturing the guy. I can definitely see Yomi being like "lol that seth guy is soooo funny to torment" and zilch is like "do you want me to torment him director yomi. Anything for you director yomi" and Seth is like "can I please just do my job. Please. Please"