#i saw van zieks clutch his at his heart in todays trial and i could only yell in joy

[dizzybizz]

can i interest you in some of my ryuu screenshots.. a bit of a ryuu appreciation post if you will...

his design is so .. simple n kinda basic but he has so much charm,, i'm endlessly charmed by him it's literally so embarrassing... he is just very endearing and cute 👉👈 what a polite young man

and here is me trying to get a clean screenshot of this pose without the dialogue box, a saga:

i'm sad to say that this saga has no real conclusion (yet...) the wind-up animation is long enough for him to start babbling so i'm doubtful i will ever capture the screenshot i want. anyway i love this guy more than i could've ever prepared myself for 😭

[snowpeawritings]

Oops- Forgot to add that! Scenario please for the DGS ask!

prompt: naruhodou and sherlock’s s/o being blackmailed and forced to falsely testify and theyre in scotland yard?

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Minor spoilers for DGS 2, drug mention, suicide mention

| Ryuunosuke Naruhodou |

You watched the flame of  the candle flicker idly. Their mouths moved but you didn’t hear anything. You couldn’t hear anything. The blood rushing to your ears distracted you from listening to the trial. To others, they thought you were angry that the suspect had slipped past your grasp in your patrol.

To you, the true perp who was watching the trial with a contented smirk.

In order for you to not leap across the room and maul the man, you had to cross your arms under your chest and clutched the sleeves of your uniform with a passion. You probably couldn’t afford a new one so you had to patch the holes yourself.

Him (you had dubbed him the rat man) and the suspect go way back apparently. Far back that they were able to blackmail you of yours and a certain lawyer’s relationship.

It would be the biggest scandal for you and your career hasn’t even started. You were just a fledgling police officer that was too good for the Japanese man and Scotland Yard. If word got out that you were dating him—

You worry more for him rather than your own fate from Barok van Zieks.

His Honor had allowed a cross-examination and asked for the person who was in charge of their beat, you didn’t even let out a noise.

It was only when the defense had called your position in Scotland Yard, then your name. “Are you feeling well?”

It was a question out of courtesy since you’ve been standing on the witness stand without saying anything, but you knew the defense that those words had hidden concern.

You lightly nodded your head. “I’m fine.”

With a flourish of your hand, you brought your right hand above your heart and bowed your chest in a perfect 45 degree angle. “Honorable citizens of the court, please allow me to testify in this esteemed hall of justice!”

| Witness Testimony | What occurred in my beat

“I was patrolling around my beat as usual, the fog hadn’t been as bad as it was a lot of times before so I didn’t have any excuse to miss anything. T’was ‘round the corner of Rose’s Bakery that I spotted the suspect prowling near the dustbins that the bakery had.”

“Hold it!” Yelled Naruhoudo. “These dustbins… These are the same ones that was behind the bakery, correct?”

You nodded. “Same ones that kept filling up with egg shells and bread gone wrong. Thought it was another peddlar trying to get some scraps but his clothes caught me off guard.”

Naruhodou made a hum of agreement. “The suspect’s clothes are quite fashionable, aren’t they?”

The suspect next to you smirked at his compliment and puffed his collar. You had to physically stop yourself from breaking his fingers.

“His entire ensemble is from Claire and Frank’s boutique.” van Zieks added. “I should know, I am a frequent patron of theirs.”

If only, you thought solemnly to yourself as you remember your dull plainclothes back at home. If only people were just as well-off as the Reaper.

“In any case,” you brought the attention back, “it’s still a strange sight for a well-dressed stranger to be near a dump so…”

“I approached and asked him what was he doing there. Before he could answer, I saw the glint of a knife and then he lunged at me!”

“Hold it!” He said again, this time in urgency. “Were you alright?! Did he get you anywhere?!”

You made motions with your hands to calm him down. “Easy easy! I was trained to deal with blokes that pull a fast one on me so I disarmed him just as fast.”

“As expected of Scotland Yard!” The judge said. “And what did you do after you disarmed him?”

The click of a revolver flashed in your mind. His buddy cocking his gun to your forehead as his damn voice still made you punch your bedroom wall.

“… I disarmed him and stated that I was part of Scotland Yard. Because it was too dark, he thought that I was a mugger so he tried to defend himself.”

“It… was too dark?” Naruhodou repeated. “I thought the oil lamp next to the bakery’s door was lit?”

You cussed inwardly, eyes flitting to the man who had his smirk still on his face. He made a motion with his hand; Remember our deal.

“It… was lit.” You corrected yourself, silently berating yourself for having such an obvious slip-up. “I don’t know what’s up with the bloke, he probably has poor vision.”

The suspect made a gasp of offense before glaring at you. “Excuse you but my eyesight is perfectly fine! In fact, my eyesight is so perfect I could count exactly how many freckles His Honor has just from this distance!”

“The suspect shall do no such thing!” The judge exclaimed hastily.

Van Zieks stated your position then last name which immediately straightened your back. “Sir?”

“Do try to keep your stuttering out of your testimony.” He growled before giving you a cold glare. “Else I’ll keep you out of your job.”

You shivered. “Y-Yes sir…”

From your right, Naruhodou hummed before getting the attention of the court. “Your Honor, I request that the information where the lamp was lit be added to the testimony!”

Damn! You hoped that he didn’t catch on to your tell.

“The lamp on the wall was lit but that didn’t stop the bloke from swinging his knife at me!”

“Objection!” The defense yelled, his finger pointing at you. “Officer, you said the lamp was lit, am I correct?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Y-Yes…”

“How strange…” He started, placing his index finger under his chin. “Because in this photo, the lamp appears to have been broken.”

Cripes!

“Broken?” His Honor questioned, bringing up the photo to his face again. “Why, it appears the glass has been shattered!”

Double cripes!

“Officer, what is the meaning of this?!” His honor exclaimed, furrowing his brows.

Your arms wound up below your chest, hands squeezing on your sleeves that you fear your fingernails can tear the cloth. The expenses to repair your coat doesn’t even cover the taste of iron that was in your tongue. You bit the inside of your cheek too hard and you didn’t even noticed it.

“I…” You gasped out. You tried to keep your focus away from the suspect or the rat man, but their annoying smirks were forever imprinted on your mind. You risked a glance at Naruhodou, whose face was beginning to become worried.

You stared at him, your eyes nearly watering and cocked your head to the suspect. You could only hope he got the message as you prepared yourself for your next move.

Whatever you were going to say would cost you your future either way.

“I stand by what I said.” You told the court with finality. “The lamp was lit. It didn’t matter that the glass was broken.”

And with that, the court went in an uproar. Men and women arguing on what you just said, the fact that an underdog of Scotland Yard would ignore a blatant fact. You didn’t care for their screams. You didn’t care for the glower van Zieks was giving you. You didn’t care for the triumphant smirk that the rats had on their faces.

What you did care was the future Naruhoudo had that you wanted to protect.

| Sherlock Holmes |

With a great detective as your lover, you thought that you had nothing to be afraid of.

You couldn’t help it. Even if it gets Tobias fuming, you had to admit that Sherlock emitted a charm that had you falling for. You fell in love with his theater of logic and reason (especially his fleeting touches whenever he slides near you before gliding off elegantly) and you fell in love with his little differences when he was alone with you.

Sherlock would always play his violin when you were around, the soft music gently swaying you to the music until you realize that Sherlock dropped his violin just to slow dance with you in his arms. You love him even more when you saw him taking care of Iris as best as he could until you stepped in, feeling your heart just swell at the warmth when you saw the three of you together like some weird family.

Which is why you cannot tell the entire court about this.

If people know about your relationship with the great detective, it would be the scandal of the century. If people were to find out about his and Iris’s relationship, it would be even more of a scandal than London’s most sought-out man is taken.

“… Officer? Officer can you hear me?”

You blinked out of your stupor when you heard the judge call your name. You were back in the courtroom, on the witness stand, where everyone has their eyes on you, especially him.

Rat bastard thinks its entertainment that you get to suffer standing there while he sits there scott-free. Said he owes the suspect u beat up at your beat and soon, you were the unfortunate soul who got trapped in his schemes. You could barely remember his threats on spreading your relationship to the court but you hoped that with Sherlock in this courtroom, he can point out your discomfort.

…

Who were you kidding. This is Sherlock Holmes. It’s gonna take him and Naruhoudo’s shared brain cell and Iris’s whole brain to figure this out.

“Sorry,” you said, “I’ll get to my testimony.”

You hoped that he was able to catch on.

“… They’re awfully nervous today, aren’t they?” Naruhoudo remarked to his mentor, noting how your eyes shifted from the suspect next to you to the audience of this court. He tried to follow your eyes but you were too fast to flick your sight back to front.

Sherlock hummed, his eyes flicking to your form. He had never seen you this jittery before even if it’s well-concealed. He could’ve brushed off Naruhoudo and said that you were nervous because your lover was watching you but he knew that wasn’t the case. You were the calm and collected other half to his fiery personality. He has you to thank for the times that he wanted to off himself and he would never stop his… addictions when you hadn’t stepped in.

You were the light of his darkest days. Back when Yujin Mikotoba left London and left Sherlock in a stifling darkness. You got him out of this darkness that he doesn’t know what to do if you were to ever go away.

That’s why when he notices you fidget with your sleeves, feet slightly shifting on the floor that he notices something was wrong. His mind racks to find any plausible answer but he can’t quite pinpoint on a good possibility.

He hates not knowing.

“Pish posh, Naruhodou!” He comforted the young man, tipping the brim of his hat. “I’m sure that them being in the same room as THE Sherlock Holmes is sending their heart pounding!”

At least, he hopes that’s just the reason.