#lupin iii x reader

[baileypie-writes]

Can you do Lupin III x people pleaser reader? -gender netural

A/N ~ Sure! By the way, I’m not a people pleaser myself, so please let me know if anything’s inaccurate. Hope you enjoy!

~Lupin III with a People Pleaser S/O~

Fandom: Lupin III: The First

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender Neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of Reader’s kindness being taken advantage of.

Disclaimer: I have only seen the 2019 film, and Castle of Cagliostro. I have not yet seen the series. So if anything is inaccurate, I apologize.

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~ Lupin thinks it’s so endearing how you put others needs before your own. Him and the gang can be the complete opposite at times, caring more about themselves. So he finds it so cute how you go out of your way to help others.

“Hey (name)! ‘What am I doing’? The dishes. Lemme guess, you wanna help? Sure! Thanks cutie.~”

~ He tends to let you do your thing most of the time. It makes you happy to help, so why stop you? He doesn’t complain when you want to help him either. In fact, he’s all for it! Less work for him!

“Pops just wouldn’t let up today! He caused us so much trouble. We got pretty roughed up. Even ripped my coat pretty bad.”

“I can sew it up for you!”

“Really? Aww, thanks (name)! You’re a gem!”

~ However, if you start to not may enough attention to yourself, that’s where he draws the line. Putting your own health behind others isn’t okay. He’ll switch roles on you; making himself do everything for you. You’re not allowed to complain either!

“This is the fifth time in a row you’ve done the laundry. We’re supposed to take turns! I’m doing it this time.”

“Oh no, that’s okay-“

“Nope! You’re obviously tired today. You go relax, I’ll take care of this.”

~ Lupin is a sneaky guy. So he can trick you into relaxing without you realizing it! He’ll ask you to help him with something, and tell you to wait on the couch for him. You’ll lay down, and he won’t come back. It’ll take at least thirty minutes to realize you’ve been bamboozled. He always promises he won’t do it again, but we both know he’s a big fat liar…

~ Some people may try to take advantage of the fact that you’re a people pleaser. It’s hard to come to the fact that they’re using you, because you just want to help. But Lupin is smart. He knows people’s true intentions. So he’ll lead you away from them, not telling you exactly why as to not hurt your feelings. He won’t let your kindness be taken advantage of!

“They need help again? Oh, I’m sure they’ll be fine on their own! C’mon babe, I actually have something we can do together!”

~ Lupin is constantly reminding you that you don’t need to help all the time to be liked. He loves you no matter what! He lets you know that it’s okay to relax, and to ask for help for yourself.

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~~baileypie-writes

[alekthethirdish]

I wonder how the gang would react to walking in on the reader while they're in the shower/bath...

Hello! Thank you for the ask, I apologize this took me so long to get to. Also I hope this isn't too out of character. Enjoy!

Lupin:

Lupin is either intentionally walking in on you or is doing it by complete accident

If he walks in on purpose, it's obvious that's what he's doing. He'll wiggle his eyebrows at you, asking if he can join you.

If you immediately set the boundary with him that you're not comfortable with that, he'll take an immediate step back. He's a perv, but he's also a gentleman and respects your bodily autonomy.

If he walks in on you and it's by accident, he's most likely actually not paying that much attention.

It'll take Lupin to realize where he is and where you are for it to click. He is just surprised at first, before he sends a flirt your way.

If you shoo him away, he'll leave with an apology for walking in, but not for the view.

If you invite him to join you he's either falling flat on his face in surprise, or is scratching the back of his neck nervously.

He weighs his options before joining you in the shower or the bath:

if Pre-relationship:

Lupin might decline if he's still caught up with Fujiko, he will still be loyal to his current partner.

If Lupin isn't actively pursuing Fujiko, then he's more likely to join you, sending flirtations your way, testing the waters.

If you're in a relationship, Lupin will never hesitate to join you when you ask.

Jigen:

Jigen is not going to intentionally walk in on you if you're in the bathroom.

He'll fight you for the use of the bathroom before he walks in on purpose.

This man is going to walk in on you totally unintentionally and he's going to be surprised.

Hat falling back, eyes flashing and widening- surprised.

Jigen's face will flush and he'll pull his hat low over his eyes, trying to hide his red cheeks at the sight of you.

He leaves, muttering a curse under his breath, followed by a more audible, "sorry"

Pre-relationship Jigen will avoid eye contact after the incident, having his hat pulled down slightly more.

In a relationship, Jigen will comment on the beautiful view before leaving, holding it over your head later in the day, a flirtation.

Jigen is less likely to join you in the bath or shower, finding an excuse to not join you. Sometimes he will join you generally with a "what the hell," preceding it.

Goemon:

Goemon will be the one to walk in on you completely by accident.

He is the most respectful of your space.

He will go extremely red upon realizing what he's done. He's squeezing his eyes shut and bowing deeply as he apologizes, to show how profusely sorry he is for walking in on you.

Goemon cannot look you in the eye for a while after that; and everytime you're near him or are mentioned to him, he's blushing again, looking away from you shly.

If Pre-relationship then Goemon is even more sorry for walking in on you. If you ask him to join you he might short circuit out of embarrassment and being flustered. If he thinks that you're joking then he'll say something sarcastic and witty back at you, deflecting the embarrassing moment away.

If you're in a relationship, Goemon will join you depending on his mood. 50-50 chance he joins.

[nonsense-with-jelly]

Hi!... can I request hcs for lupin and the gang falling in love with a cop reader or something like that 🙏 ( if you can't do it or don't want to that's okay! sorry for bothering)

Oh shit, I didn't see this

Lupin III × Cop!Reader

Headcanons

(Adding a cut cause GOD DAMN THIS IS A LONG ONE)

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General (Lupin, Jigen, Goemon, and Fujiko)

Imagine the whole god damn gang falling in love with you cause you're doing your damn job.

Pull them over for speeding and they all just look at you with the hunch that the universe sent the hottest cop in the city to catch them for speeding

Once they are caught as a group of criminals though, they SCATTER.

I can guarentee they were all talking about you when they got to the hotel.

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Lupin

You were just writing up a parking ticket... for his car...

He wanted to yell, but at the same time, was he? He just watched you do it.

You were barely doin' squat aside from writing a ticket and he already had his mind in the gutter (but that's normal Lupin behavior)

He does walk up to you before you could walk away, and despite YOU JUST WROTE HIM A PARKING TICKET, he asked you out to dinner...

If you say no, he just goes back to the hotel and sulks cause he lost the person of his dreams he didn't even know about... and he has a parking ticket.

If you say yes, he takes you to the BEST restaurant in the city and tells you to order whatever you'd like. He's gonna spoil you SO MUCH.

Don't even TRY to order something relatively cheap or else he's just gonna pick for you, after all, it's hard work being a cop that is also a good person, he says you deserve a night out.

He is such a gentleman the entire time, he makes a few flirty jokes, and a couple risqué remarks here and there.

He also orders desert for the both of you to share if there is a desert you are able to eat. He will feed you a bite then take a bite himself

He's REALLY laying it on thick for you... which, originally, this was all to ask if he REALLY had to pay the parking ticket, but then again, he was starting to grow feelings for you.

After dinner, he takes you to a nice hotel and tries to push the night a little further, but you tell him you've got work in the morning and he just pouts

But then, you turn around and give him your phone number... chances are, he's not gonna call again cause by tomorrow, Jigen is probably calling him a nutcase for going on a date with a cop when THEY'RE ALL CRIMINALS... then again... maybe he'll call?

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Jigen

While Jigen isn't much of a fan of cops, while he was undercover as a cop, he met you.

You were one of those cops who'd go out of their way to make someone's day a bit better. Like the ones who are called for a noise complaint on children playing and drawing with chalk on the sidewalk in the middle of the day and they play with them because screw those guys.

In this case, you were called because some kids had put up a lemonade stand. You dragged Jigen along with you cause you thought he was a coworker.

The car ride is awkward for Jigen, cause if he blows his cover in a cop car, THAT would be embarrassing.

Once you guys get there, these kids are no older than 7 or 8, in other words, why the hell would a grown adult want to rain on some child's day and WHY did the station think you of all people would shut it down?

You walk up to the stand, the kids are already a bit nervous cause not all cops are good cops.

You lean down, look at the price, and say "2 cups of lemonade please" then turn to Jigen with a smirk and ask "what about you, buddy?"

Jigen passes at first, but a while later, he changes his mind... thankfully, you bought 2, you didn't even know he'd do that, but something inside of you told you that he would do something like that.

Later, the two of you are chilling in the park during your lunch break, Jigen is SEVERELY laye for a heist, but he kinda liked hanging out with you that day... even though he was on edge the entire time.

"You know I'm single, right?" You say to him misinterpreting his anxiety as a small crush.

He just gets a but red in the face and looks away, but at the same time... you don't seem all that bad. A date sounds ok... so the two of you go on a date the next day. It's a very simple date. Just a talk at the cafe, a trip to the movies, and a stroll in the park at sunset.

You invite him to stay the night, but Jigen knows he has to leave the country tomorrow with the rest of the gang, so he gives you his phone number and tells you "maybe another day, but not tonight."

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Goemon

He didn't realize you were a cop at first cause he first met you on your day off.

He was at a grocery store, buying stuff for his own dinner sing Lupin, Jigen, and Fujiko were going out to eat at a place he didn't really like.

Just as he was checking out, that was a bad time to realize he had forgot his money at the hotel. He almost considered just stealing it, when your arm reaches past him as you use your debit card to pay for his groceries.

He looks at you as though you are crazy, but his expression softens and he thanks you... he sort of expected you to tell him something like "you owe me" but you didn't... And it messed with him for half the day.

He ran into you again, this time he had money on him and he offered to take you somewhere nice. After all, his groceries weren't cheap.

You were flattered that he was willing to take you somewhere, but you could practically hear his stomach growling.

"You know, you can save money and just invite me over to your place for dinner" you tell him, assuming he didn't really have much money... but then he took you to the nice hotel he's staying at

You help him cook and before you know it, the two of you are enjoying a candle lit dinner.

You would've stayed the night if you could, but between Goemon telling you that his friends would be back soon and that you telling him that you have work in the morning, you just couldn't stay

Before you left he asked where you work, totally not because he wanted to check in on you to see if you wanted to do something after work because he feels as though he hasn't properly returned the favor, when you told him you were a cop, he got a bit tense, but you assured him that your not the same kind that's going out of their way to make someone's day worse.

While that was assuring, now he wasn't sure if it was gonna work out between the two of you... but something about you... he can't stop thinking about you. He knows you may very well turn him in if you find out he's a criminal... but I guess that's half the thrill, the other half being trying to repay you for your selfless act.

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Fujiko

Her ride was pulled over and charged with a dui. Without a ride and the fact that the hotel she's staying at is on the other side of the city, she was desperate and asked you to take her back to the hotel after dropping the drunk taxi driver off at the police station.

Of course you weren't going to leave a beautiful woman in high heels and an outfit like her's to walk to the other side of the city at this hour, so you agreed.

Ater dropping off the Taxi driver, the two of you made casual conversation... which evolved into Fujiko asking if you're dating anyone, which causes your face to feel like it's burning.

You knew where this was going, and you were still on the clock, so was it really right to flirt with the woman your helping? Probably not... however, she did flirt first, and her words are like that of a siren's song, plucking at your heart, finding what you desire and use it against you as a lure.

Eventually you cave and give her your number and tell her to text whenever you feel like talking again.

Af course, Fujiko had other things in mind. Because whenever she'd text you, it was always something flirty and provocative. Some instances make you regret opening your inbox in public.

Eventually, the two of you do start going out to have fancy dinners and romantic evenings, and you've grown used to it... but all good things come to an end as she informs you she's "moving" out of the country.

The relationship keeps going on as a long distant one of course, but you always look forward to when she'd visit your city again...

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Author's Note

I feel as though I suck at romantic writing, that's always one thing I had trouble doing in my high school creative writing class... then again, I've aged, hopefully my writing skills also aged???

[femme-from-hell]

Could I request HCs for the Lupin Gang (I didn’t see a character limit in rules but if it’s only one character at a time then Goemon) With a reader who often shows affection by just giving them random trinkets they find. Not valuable stuff just like Cool rocks, sea glass, this key chain that made them think of you, etc. just crow brain affection.

: ̗̀➛ Omg, anon, this is literally so cute!! I hope I did right by such an adorable request!

𓆩♡𓆪 Arsène Lupin III 𓆩♡𓆪

Lupin would be nothing short of enthralled by the fact that you gift him just the most random of bits and bobbles.

He keeps all of it, no matter what it is. He'll have a specific spot in his luggage whenever he travels to store them, or keep them in a little trinket box he keeps in the glove compartment of the fiat.

Lupin likes to keep your most recent gift as like a lucky charm in his jacket whenever he goes on a heist. If he's in a tight pinch during a heist, he'll worry it in his jacket as if it were a stress reliever. He just wants a little piece of you with him, a reminder of that he has to come back safe and in one piece :)

If you get him keychains, he will use all of them. At once. Like, you can hear him coming from a mile away at one point because he'll have so many charms on his keys.

I mentioned a trinket box in an earlier bullet, so I like to think Lupin would steal a really nice jeweled box to keep them in. Such precious things deserve an equally precious safe place!

If he loses/drops one of your gifts, he will do ANYTHING to get it back. Is pops on his tail? Tough shit, he's popping a U-Turn mod chase to go find the rock he dropped. In the middle of a shoot out with some villain? They can wait, because the sea glass you gave him earlier that day isn't in his coat pocket and that is way more pressing.

𓆩♡𓆪 Daisuke Jigen 𓆩♡𓆪

Jigen would initially be a little confused, like, why are you handing him this rock? But he would eventually understand, finding it cute.

Mentally, he compares you to a crow that likes to bring him shiny things. This thought never fails to bring a smile to his face.

He admittedly doesn't keep everything you give him, he's someone who prefers to travel light because of his line of work, but he'll keep a handful of trinkets you get him. If Lupin points out the cutesy charm handing from his phone or keys, he is swiftly silenced by a kick to the shin.

Jigen is pretty handy with a thread and needle after years of stitching himself and the others after some nasty injuries, so he absolutely sews a little pocket to the inside of his jacket to store your gifts.

When you give him these gifts, his appreciation is subtle. No big reaction, but more of a faint blush rising to his cheeks and a soft muttering of gratitude before tucking it away.

When he misses you, he'll absentmindedly fiddle with the gift he has on him at the time.

𓆩♡𓆪 Goemon Ishikawa XIII 𓆩♡𓆪

Like Jigen, I feel like Goemon would be a little confused but once you clarify its a gift, he'll act like you just gifted him the sun. Super serious with his face completely red. He'll accept it in a sort of awkward formal manner, but the whole ordeal is cute.

Goemon tries his best to keep all of your gifts, but since the man travels with his sword and nary another thing, he'll lose some gifts. The second he realizes he has though, he is nothing short of DEVISTATED.

He likes to have your gifts in his hands while he is meditating, finding that they bring him peace of mind.

Goemon gets really defensive of them, like if Lupin even thinks about touching any of the things you've gifted him, he's halfway through drawing Zantetsuken

I like to think that he would start mimicking your love language. Considering that he is out in the middle of buttfuck nowhere in the mountains whenever he isn't getting Lupin out of whatever mess he is in, he'll start taking notice of cool rocks he would find and pocket them, planning to give them to you when he sees you next.

𓆩♡𓆪 Fujiko Mine 𓆩♡𓆪

Look, this woman has been gifted the finest that the world has to offer, only to turn her head and scoff. But the second you roll up like, "Hey, I found this piece of Sea Glass, and the color reminds me of your eyes.", she would be absolutely and utterly infatuated.

She keeps EVERYTHING and she will be DAMNED if she loses a single on. Fujiko puts them in a carrying case that she keeps on her at almost all times of the day, unless she is going somewhere she might lose it.

She could be surrounded by suitors offering her diamonds and gold, but her eyes will be locked on you and the funky little rock in your hand.

Fujiko thinks it is just the cutest and loves everything you give her. When she's in a sour mood, she'll take out her case of your gifts and just look through them, thinking about you and smiling to herself.

On several occasions, Fujiko has saved the trinket box over Lupin or the others. She's a woman with priorities, how could you blame her?

She would want to get you something in return though, so something like a bag that you can wear while you walk on the beach looking for sea glass and shells, or through the woods looking for fun rocks or stray feathers.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ I really hope you like this! I had a blast writing this because I do the same thing honestly. If you enjoyed my writing, pls feel free to lmk what you think! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

[rottenstrawberrymilk]

jewels i can fuck

lupin iii x reader

lewd, not fully nsfw

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     It's different fucking him.

        Different from the other man you called your husband. Different from the passionate-less, unenthusiastic performances you've found yourself utterly disappointed with. It's different with him--with Lupin III. He makes love to you. You sometimes cringe, embarrassed about even using the phrase to label what he does to you. But what else is there to describe it? The way he kisses you, the way his hips seem to move in harmony with yours as he holds you, close and tight enough to feel the heat of his breath on your face. 

        To say you regard him fondly is an understatement. 

        "You seem lonely, baby."

        That was all it had taken for you to let him in. Through the opened window, into your heart, your mind, your house, your bed. 

        It'd all started on a whim, on nothing but lust and thrill alone. Maybe that's why it was so special to you. 

        It's not your fault. It's not your fault you let him have you, time and time again. But one way or another, no matter how you spin it, no matter how you romanticize or deny it, you're cheating. You're indulging in a sin, and fuck if it doesn't feel good if you're doing it with Lupin. No one else in the world could make being...well...awful this much fun. 

        It's not my fault, you seem to repeat again and again in your head like a broken record. Whether you're all alone, curled up on the cold mattress, or in Lupin's arms, it never stops playing. 

        When is he ever here for me? When is he ever here at all? How can you marry someone and then leave at every chance you get? How can you marry someone and barely see them at all? 

        It'd been a mistake to marry for money. You found that out as soon as Lupin modestly let you know about his own financial situation via a diamond necklace he'd left laid out in the valley between your breasts as you slept, right before he'd snuck back out into the night. If only you'd held out for a guy like him. But you'd been desperate...and divorce didn't seem like a good option anymore. God you couldn't stand the lawyers, the cops, the system in general...

        Lupin doesn't even bring up the word "divorce".

        "I'm fucking a married chick" seems like a better brag than "I'm fucking a divorcee". 

        Sometimes you find yourself thinking as Lupin's teeth graze over your chest, sucking at the soft skin in an attempt leave clear lovebites--he wanted to mark you. Risky considering you were a married woman with a husband who dropped by with no warning, on a whim, at random times and was gone before you knew it on yet another business trip. But maybe that's where Lupin derived thrill. Yes, you figure that he wouldn't be having nearly as much fun fucking you if you weren't married. Like eating forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden, you figured. You can't exactly be angry at him for that--as a married woman, you find it thrilling to be with someone else entirely. Even if that someone happens to be a notorious thief guilty of most, if not all of the charges against him. 

        The idea of getting caught, of getting away with it, of risk--that's the grand prize of this all. 

        That and Lupin actually makes you finish. 

        And to his credit, most of the time he stays afterwards. Like he actually enjoys your company. Maybe he just likes it when women purposefully want to cling to him and be near him. You for one, just are relieved to have another warm body in bed with you. Another night sleeping alone would have you feeling like a damned widow. Lupin's frequent night time visits seem to remedy that. 

        There's one night where you let out a soft sigh, cheek pressed into his coarsely haired chest. It's a pleasurable itch across your skin as your eyes fall half shut. Your hand rested upon his abdomen, fingers arching slightly. A satisfied groan leaves him as he stretches his arms back behind his head with a bit of a smug grin.

        “We can’t do this forever, y’know,” you eventually said, voice soft.

        The thought's been on your mind for a long time. It'd started out small, this seed of fear and doubt deep in you. You'd planted it yourself. But over time, it'd grown more and more. With every forbidden, treacherous kiss, it became more obvious to you. Harder to ignore. That this would all undoubtedly come to an end soon--all the sneaking around, the adultery, the luxuries and love-bites you had to hide when your husband did come home. All of it couldn't last.

        That's what's wrong with this. 

        It's unsustainable, being together like this. 

        It'll all fall apart around me. 

        Lupin's obviously oblivious to your rather depressing train of thought. Still, you can't imagine how anything similar to your thoughts haven't crossed his own mind yet. Maybe he just wasn't an overthinker in the same way you were. That's why you like him. He's carefree, aloof, at ease, like there's nothing wrong at all. He's not afraid. And maybe you envy him a little because of that.

        “‘Course we can, why wouldn’t we, baby?” Lupin asked. 

        One of his arms dropped and you felt his fingers stroke slowly through your hair. He pinches some of it between his index and thumb, rubbing it between them. A shiver travels through your body--he feels it against his and smiles. But your silence dulls the smile considerably and quickly. 

        Suddenly, he spoke again, apparently realizing what your vague comment was in reference to. Of course. The pesky little husband off in...where was it again? Taiwan this time? “I could make him disappear, I bet.” He gave a bit of a chuckle as you vigorously shook your head.

        You don't doubt that he's capable of doing so. Although your meetings with him are erratic and usually consist of near hours of foreplay before fucking like there's no tomorrow, there's times where you've been able to sit down with him and just...coexist. Just be with him. From what he's told you, you're well aware he has one of--no--the best gunman probably in the whole hemisphere working for him. 

        “No, no, that’s...too much. He hasn’t done anything wrong it’s just...it’s just me, I guess.” 

        “Then what about you?” he asked. You only had a moment to be confused before you felt his fingers at your chin, tilting your head up so you could look at him. “What if I made you disappear? What if I stole you away?”

        You were breathless. “You can’t.” Your voice felt like it was little more than a whisper.

        “Oh, but I can! I’m the greatest thief in the world, remember? I can steal anything I want!” He suddenly kisses the tip of your nose, and then your cheek, and then the corner of your lips, along your jaw, to your lips once more in quick succession. You couldn’t help but giggle and squirm slightly as he peppered your skin with gentle kisses. You squeaked as you felt him nip the side of your neck. Lupin pulled you closer, tighter, his breath hot against your skin.

        “Come onnn, baby. Let me take you away from here.”

        “I’m not suited to be on the run,” you say still unable to regain your breath. Your heart is racing. 

        “You don’t have to be, darling. I’ll take you somewhere far away from here, with me, and I’ll set you up with a cute little apartment and I’ll come see you all the time!”

        “I’ll be a distraction.” 

        You don't know why you're suddenly making excuses when he's giving you a ticket out. Even if its as a missing person. Maybe this all just feels too good to be true, like a dream you'll wake up from any moment. Because this is the shit unhappy girls dream about right? Some handsome, suave thief coming to steal them away during the night? 

        Maybe not every unhappy girl, but definitely you. 

        Lupin shook his head. “Babe. Life's a buncha of distractions, y'know.” Eventually, Lupin brings your hand to his lips, looking down at you with soft brown eyes. “You’re nervous, I get that. Change is scary. But what else is there for you? This dead-end marriage? You’ve got the chance to have some real fun. With me. Nothing will be the same, but that'll be the fun of it all. You won’t ever be bored, I can promise you that. You won’t ever have to sit there dawn to dusk wondering if this is all you’ll ever have left. You don't want to get old here of all places do you?”

        You’re silent for a moment, genuinely contemplating his words before you begin to laugh. He arches a brow. Normally, Lupin loved making you laugh. It's nice to see a smile on your face, especially when your default seems to be a lost, tired look in your eyes paired with a frown. You're prettier smiling, he's decided, when he sees your eyes light up. And lord knows how Lupin likes his pretty women. 

        “Wow. All that for a little one night stand?” You ask, thoroughly entertained with his little monologue. 

        “Awww, (Y/N), sweetie, don’t be like that,” Lupin whines, a bit of a frustrated pout appearing on his face. Then came his usual smirk. "You're more like an insert unspecified number here night stand to me. Have you been counting? I haven't, sorta lost track over the months-" 

        You smacked his shoulder and rolled over quickly, faking mock anger with a huffy "Lupin!" 

        He reads you well enough to know you're not actually angry with him. Lupin's arm curled back around you once more, drawing you close to him. His chin brushes over your shoulder as he began to nip lightly at your neck and ear, sending electric little shivers throughout your body. Sparks. That's what you'd call this feeling. 

        "Come onn...you know you want me to steal you...come on come on come on come on-"

        His specialty is being annoying on purpose. Still, you couldn't help but smile as his lips brushed over the corner of your mouth. You shrug away for the sake of making him work for it. You're well aware that playing a little hard to get really gets Lupin going. 

        "I thought you only steal valuables," you said, giving him an exasperated glance through half lidded eyes. 

        You can feel his lips pull into a smirk against your skin. "Mhm. I do. You're like jewels I can fu-" 

        Lightly, you elbowed him in the stomach before he could finish, cutting him off as your face began to burn and the usual blush spread across your cheeks. It's random things from him that get you like this. You never see it coming. Why'd you even tease him in the first place? He can always finish what you've started--he's proved that to you numerous times without fail. 

        Eventually, as his arms settle back around you, you turn to face him. 

        "I'll...think about it, okay?" You said, voice soft. 

        Lupin's lips finally met yours, unusually lightly. His chin came to rest in the crook of your neck. 

        "Don't think too hard about it. You're too pretty to be all...stressed out, y'know?" 

        You nod lightly, feeling much too drowsy to actually respond. He makes you feel safe...it feels right, being with him like this. You can't exactly blame yourself for falling asleep so quickly, wrapped in his arms. He'd gone a good few rounds with you, spanning at least a few hours--probably the longest, most intense session you've had with him yet. And still, you figure it'll only get better from here. There's no downhill with Lupin. It feels like it's only up. 

        But just like usual, even though you fell asleep tight in his arms...

        You wake up alone.

        A soft sigh leaves you as you wrap your own arms around yourself, trying to replicate his own.

        It's not the same. It never is. 

        You wonder if it's sad, maybe a scooch pathetic, that he's the first thing you think of when you awaken. After a few moments, laying alone, face pressed almost mournfully into the sheets, you stretch and sit up. Clutching the sheets to your chest, you looked over and out of the open window through bleary eyes as the early dawn breeze wound through your hair. 

        It almost felt like Lupin left the window open on purpose. Like he was trying to beckon you out of this place. Like he was showing you just how easy it would be to leave with him. Just a window away. 

        What do I have to lose?

        Surprisingly, Lupin left you alone for almost a week. 

        You hadn't realized then that he wouldn't be coming back for that long. For the first few days, you'd grown worried and started reading the piled up newspapers at the front door. Or you'd tune into the news channels, flipping through them anxiously, in case there was any word of the police finally apprehending him. Lupin speaks of a particular inspector often to you, with a sort of fondness you find strange. How could one be so attached to someone whose life goal was putting them in prison? Only Lupin knows. 

        However, there was ultimately nothing to be found. It all seemed like he was just making you go cold turkey without him. Maybe like he's trying to show you what it would be like if you didn't come with him. It felt...manipulative but you doubt that's his actual intention. Lupin's cunning and knows how to play his cards right and pull strings, but you didn't think he'd ever do it to hurt you or force you to do something you didn't want to do. It came off more like Lupin was just trying to give you space to think properly. For once, he wasn't going to cheat or push into getting the answer he wanted. Or to get something he wanted, that something being you. 

        Part of you almost wished he had just made the decision for you. That he'd just swept you away from this fucking cold, empty house without even giving you the chance to think twice. But you know that'd be wrong and unfair to you. And you figure he knows that as well. 

        The week without him felt strange and empty and like it wasn't real at all. Like time was standing still. It reminds you all too clearly of the period of time after your wedding, after the honeymoon, when your husband had resumed his frequent business trips and left you all alone here. You hate remembering the feeling. You hate living without Lupin.

        It's the answer you needed. 

        And ultimately, you were grateful that Lupin had skipped out on his little late night visits for that week, considering that your oh so beloved husband had returned unexpectedly. You'd known it was him, because he'd come in through the front door. Lupin much prefers your bedroom window. He's fun like that. 

        Your husband, on the other hand, doesn't even cast a glance in your direction. 

        You slept in a guest room that night. You'd planned to use "not feeling well" as an excuse to do so, but he didn't question you about it in the first place, so you figured it was unneeded. He just didn't care. His indifference makes you bitter, like it always does. 

        Lupin would be sneaking into this bed right now. Or he'd be dragging me into his. He wouldn't just...just let me leave so easy. He'd actually try.

        Lupin this and Lupin that, are you becoming obsessive? Funny how you don't realize what you have until it's disappeared for most of the week. 

        To your relief, your husband was only back for a measly two days before leaving once more on yet another business trip. You doubted he even unpacked his suitcase when he'd arrived before. There was no hug or kiss or bidding goodbye. Just a note in the kitchen. His flight had left early that morning. 

        That night, you found yourself resting your arms upon the windowsill. The breeze chills your fingertips as you breathe in deeply. 

        "You look pretty like that, y'know. The moonlight hits your face juuuust right." 

        At the sound of his voice, you smile. God how you've missed him. You glanced over in the direction of his voice, leaning further out the window so you could see him entirely. As usual, Lupin was standing on the roof. He had his hands up, palms facing you, his long fingers angled like he was framing you for a photo. 

        You can't think of anything to say. Just his name.

        "Lupin..." soft on your lips. 

        He grins, tucking his hands in his pockets as he comes closer to the window. He crouches in front of you, one of his hands grabbing yours. "You been waiting for me?" 

        You nodded. "Feels more like you've been waiting on me, Lupin." 

        He shrugged. "Eh, I kept myself busy this week. Wanted to give you time to yourself. Y'know, no interference..." A more serious look appears on his face. "It's a big decision and it'd be...it'd be wrong to not play fair this time."          "Awww," you coo. "You suddenly grew a conscience this week? Just for me?" 

        His sudden solemness had made you uncomfortable and reminded you all too much of the stone-like expression of your husband. Hopefully, your teasing would get him to loosen up a little bit...

        His eyebrows raise, with mock offense. "Hey! I have a conscience!" 

        You laughed. It's funny to get him worked up, even if he's faking it. Lupin's hand tightens around yours suddenly. He casts a glance downwards. Yours follows and you suddenly notice the car pulled into the driveway. You'd been so lost in the night sky earlier that you hadn't even noticed it pull in. 

        "Jigen's got the car started already..." Lupin told you, voice growing a bit quieter. His other hand reached out for you to take, as if he wasn't currently gripping your other hand already. 

        You cock your head to the side, trying to ignore the gravity of it all. You're actually doing this. Holy shit. You're actually doing this...

        "Oh, I'm sure he's very pleased to be dragged into all of this." 

        Lupin shrugs with his usual smile. "It's not the first time he's gotten "dragged" into my affairs. Guess he'll just have to get used to it." 

        Finally, you reached to take his hand. At the last moment, for your own amusement, you faked him out, quickly pulling your hand away. His fingers closed around nothing and he let out an extremely overdramatic gasp of shock. Then, a mischievous look crossed over his face. Lupin lunged forwards, wrestling you in order to grab your hand. Once he managed to get ahold of it, he brought it close to his face, pressing a mocking kiss to the back of it as he looked up at you. He brings out an almost childish side of you--which inspires you to stick your tongue out at him, pulling a face. 

        "Ewwwww-" your whine cuts off with a gasp as Lupin suddenly pulled you out of the window and into his arms with practiced ease. 

        "Ewwwww," he mocked, pulling a face similar to yours.

        He stands up fully, arms wrapping around you tighter so his chest presses to yours. His lips push up against yours and you figured that if you'd let him, he'd have found a way to go beyond just a kiss and have you naked on your own roof. The thought of it is tempting before you remember that there's another man waiting in a car below. 

        With ease, Lupin suddenly sweeps your legs out from underneath you. Quickly, your arms wrap around him, like second nature. His own excitement is obvious as he quickly and easily maneuvers down the sloped roof. It almost was like you were weightless to him. You don't fear for your safety in his arms. Not for one second. Even as he jumps down into the car below, you trust him entirely. Still, you gasped lightly as you bounced in his lap. 

        The man driving seemed like he really didn't want to be there. You guessed that this was the "Jigen" Lupin had spoken of now and then. From what you've heard, he's not one to be fucked with. 

        The last of a giggle fading from you, you cleared your throat. 

        "Hi, uhm...Jigen, isn't it?" You asked, a bit sheepishly. 

        The man gives you a sideways glance, tipping his hat with a slight nod. "Yeah." And then he was back to smoking his cigarette. 

        Instantly, Lupin goes to ruin the mood. Still, it was a welcome distraction from the awkwardness of interacting with his rather stone-faced, gruff best friend. How they were working together with how different they were was a question you'd have to save for another time. Particularly one where Lupin wasn't pressing kisses all over your face to the point where it was overwhelming--taking your breath away. 

        "Step on it!" Lupin orders between kisses.

        As the night wind begins to blow through your hair, you didn't look back. 

        You told yourself you'd never look back. 

[riddle-me-ri]

Can I request a Lupin iii x reader who is Inspector Zenigata's right hand. Reader can be gender neutral

a/n: first Lupin the third request let's gooo! this was fun to think headcanons for lol. Hope y'all enjoy!

Lupin the Third with a GN!Reader Who is Zenigata's Work Partner Headcanons

- As much as you want to see Inspector Zenigata succeed…

- There was no denying Lupin's charms either.

- He gives you butterflies whenever he was around.

- Lupin brought that special kind of adrenaline rush no amount of pursuits or stake outs could measure up to.

- Or almost getting caught making out in the backseat of your car.

- Lupin would tease you relentlessly.

- Like how he mentioned your uniform and how there's far too many layers for his liking.

- You try to keep your distance, threaten Lupin with your position to keep him in line, and not risk exposing your relationship.

- Yet, Lupin loves nothing more than for you to let “Pops” know of his schemes.

- Hell, to make sure you look good in front of the Inspector, Lupin will give you clues to his next heist or his next move in a chase.

- And somehow that always seemed to work and left Zenigata and the rest of the force to be none the wiser.

(Zenigata does catch on but much later)

- Lupin enjoys the thrill of almost getting caught, and participating in a relationship he knows could most likely mean trouble (for him) down the line.

- Lupin will rarely ask you to do any sort of reconnaissance, not unless absolutely necessary or if by your own accord (i.e. Lupin is liable to get hurt, there's a greater threat afoot etc)

- Lupin doesn't want to jeopardize how you make a living...or doesn't mean to go out of his way to.

- Jigen has warned him about you just as much as he's warned him about Fujiko.

- But it seems neither you nor him can help it.

- You both find each other just too irresistible

[zenni-gotcha]

Gang trying not to wake you up

[Not me still being alive and all that jazz.]

[This is them getting into a shared bed if you’re already asleep.]

Lupin- While he wouldn’t wake you up on purpose (or so he says) he’s also not going to complain if you do wake up, especially if he’s just getting in from a job. It’s been so long since he’s seen you! He’s missed you! Probably will put as many kisses as he can all over your face. Regardless if he’s trying to wake you or not, he just sort of flops into bed. He’s going to land where he lands and sometimes that includes on top of you.

Jigen- He’ll do his best not to make too much noise or movement. Not only does he not want to bother you, but also when this man is ready to sleep, the only thing that he wants to do is sleep. So, to keep you from wanting to talk to him until the morning he’ll do his best to keep you asleep. Once the morning’s there, he’s more than happy to see you, but until then you both need your rest. Half of the time he ends up waking you up anyway because he can’t help wanting to hold you, and that goatee bristling against your neck is rather startling.

Goemon- You won’t even know that he had gotten back until you woke up in the morning. If he doesn’t want you to know that he’s there then you won’t. Well, it’s not so much that he doesn’t want you to know as much as he feels awful if he wakes you up. He likes to make himself stay awake for just a while longer just so he can see how peaceful you are. This has resulted in many unnerving times for you waking up and feeling someone staring at you. He doesn’t mean to be threatening, quite the opposite actually, he just doesn’t always know how to portray it. He spent his life studying the blade, not relationship etiquette.

Fujiko- She’s pretty good at not waking you up most of the time; being sure to take heels off so they don’t click on the floor, making sure to have the bathroom door closed while she’s taking her make-up off so the light doesn’t shine on you, gets into bed gently, all that stuff. However, much like Lupin, if she hasn’t seen you in a while, she’s going to wake you up at least to say. “Hi.” Tries not to often though, as she knows she hates being woken up in the middle of the night herself. The only other reason she might wake you a bit is to get you to hold her, but as soon as that happens, you’ll both be back asleep pretty quickly.

Zenigata- He would try his best to not wake you up, he really would. But, he’s so tired and would trip over three things and knock over four others on his way to the room. If by some miracle you didn’t wake up through all that, he would actually get in bed without waking you. Until about ten minutes later. Don’t be alarmed; a wild bear did not just break into your room. That’s just your overworked partner finally asleep for once in his life; his snores are a reminder that he sleeps as loudly as he does everything else in his life. Settles in and quiets down a bit if you snuggle up next to him. Apologizes for it the next morning; you didn’t have to say anything, he just knows.

[hierophant-meme]

Hi is it possible to have Lupin III x male reader. For the scenario, the reader is seriously injured during a robbery and Lupin takes care of him. The reader is a little shorter than Lupin.

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The Greatest Treasure

Lupin x Male!Reader

Hello, again! I didn't know how to start this one for a while but once I did, I couldn't stop writing. I also just got a Bluesky account and really love the way they monitor spicy content there, so if you want short NSFW fics and also have an account on Bluesky, you can request that now. If you don't have one I can just send you the fic through DM if you'd like. As always, feedback is appreciated!

Content Contains: male reader, no y/n, lots of pet names, bodily injuries, implied NSFW at the end but I kept it PG-13

Masterlist

You really thought you had it. Lupin told you it was too risky and you should’ve listened to him, but you just really wanted to impress him and show him that you could be just as much a master thief as he was. You got too confident in your skills and you blew it. 

Archaeologists had just uncovered the tomb of an ancient empress and the two of you had set your eyes on her treasure- a collection of precious jewels, sculptures, vases, and most importantly, an ancient instrument resembling a harp that was said to grant immense luck and wealth to anyone who possessed it.

You were mere inches from it but failed to dodge the bullet from a guard you thought you had successfully knocked out. When the bullet was shot, it shattered one of the glass display cases in the room of the museum where the treasure was housed and most of the shards landed on your skin. Your whole body felt as if it were caught on fire and the searing pain made you pass out.

When you came to, you felt a burning sensation that was different from what you felt before. Your vision cleared up and you saw your partner cleaning up your wounds. The stinging came from the liquid on the rag he used to disinfect the bullet wound on your shoulder. To the right of you is a bowl on a table which houses the bullet responsible for the hole in your shoulder. You also noticed that you weren’t back at the hideout, but rather in some kind of abandoned warehouse. You were lying on an old mattress on the floor. 

“Lupin?” You ask, your voice scratchy and barely audible. “What happened to me?”

He doesn’t answer you back and you notice that he has an almost angry look in his eyes which contrasts with the gentleness and care he puts into patching you up.

You don’t have the energy at the moment to talk so you just watch him as he cares for your injuries. His brows are furrowed in focus and frustration. It was driving you crazy that he wasn’t talking to you. All you wanted to know was what happened. He finishes wrapping the bandages around you and sits at the edge of the mattress for a few minutes. 

Soon enough, you regain some energy to speak again.

“Are you mad at me? Is it because I messed up the job?” You are met with silence yet again.

“C’mon, babe. Talk to me, please.”

“Lup? Are you okay?” With that statement, he throws the rag he held into the antiseptic solution causing it to splash everywhere. 

“Am I okay? Am I okay?!” He stands up and begins to pace around the room. “I told you not to put yourself in danger and what do you do? Exactly that. Do you know how worried you had me for the past few hours? I could have lost you!!!” His anger slowly dissipates and turns into sadness. He approaches you again and you can see that his eyes have become glossy with tears. “Never do that to me again, you idiot.” He places a hand on your cheek and uses the other to hold one of your hands. “What were you thinking?” He asks in a softer tone.

“I admit, yeah, I’m an idiot so I can’t promise you anything. I just- I just wanted to impress you. You’re always pulling off the craziest stunts and I feel that I’m making you do most of the work. I also wanted to feel a bit more useful to you. I’ll try my hardest not to do it again, though. I’m sorry.”

“Now who said I thought you were useless. On the contrary, you’re more than enough help to me. And besides, the reason I try to do more of the work is because I don’t want you or any of the others getting hurt.”

“That’s not fair, why do you get to sacrifice yourself for me and I can’t do the same for you. You know that I worry about you, too… but you’re right, what I did was pretty stupid.” 

“It was, but if you’re gonna do something stupid at least run it by me first. And I guess you’re right. Maybe I should also be a little less reckless, or at least I should tell you when I am gonna be, too.”

Lupin reaches down to kiss you and places one of his hands on your chest, being careful not to hurt you. The kiss is passionate and hungry which was only natural since you two were starving for a moment like this. The two of you hadn’t had time to yourselves at all these past few weeks with all the planning for the heist and the stress it caused you.

You pull away and brush your hand on his arm. “Come, lay down with me. Please, I don’t know when we’ll have another moment like this.”

“Let me know if I accidentally hurt you, okay? I want your injuries to heal so we can get out of here and go somewhere nicer. I think it’s about time we took a loooong and well deserved break.” He laughs softly and makes his way to the other side of the mattress to lay by your side.

He spoons his arm over your waist and kisses your neck softly. You’re not much shorter than him, but since he is the taller one, he loves being the big spoon. 

“I’m glad you’re okay, love. I really don’t know what I’d do without you,” he softly whispers into your ear then begins to slightly nibble on it. “You’re one crazy boy, but then again, at least I’m never bored around you.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you either. Probably would’ve bled to death if it wasn’t for you. I’m the luckiest guy ever to have a strong and caring man to call mine. And one that thankfully knows how to remove bullets from idiots like me.” You let out a small chuckle and join your lips with his yet again. “God, I could do this forever.”

“Me too. But you gotta rest and get better soon. Then we can have all the fun we want. Oh and before I forget, take these. It’ll help with the pain.” He hands you a glass of water and some painkillers. You down them and continue to chug down the rest of the water. You hadn’t noticed how thirsty you were until now.

After a long while of making out on the dusty old mattress, you grow tired and fall into a deep sleep. Lupin stays up for a while to absorb all of your adorableness while you sleep. He plants a few more kisses on some of your wounds and eventually falls asleep with you in his arms. 

The next morning, you wake up to Lupin changing out your bandages and humming a little song. You can’t help but smile at the warmth the sight of him is right now.

“Good morning, Lup.”

“Good morning, my sunshine. Rest well?”

“Super well, surprisingly. Whatever you gave me last night worked like a charm. I didn’t feel any pain at all.”

“That’s great to hear!” he exclaims with happiness. “Let me lean you up so I can change the bandages on your back. Once I get those, I’ll be done and we can have some breakfast. I went out this morning and bought some eggs and bacon.”

“You haven’t eaten yet?”

“No. I just wanted to make sure my darling was taken care of first.” He winks and reaches out an arm for you to grab. You sit up with his help and he goes behind you to change out the rest of the gauze on your back. “There you go, all done” he plants a kiss on your forehead then helps you stand up to walk you over to the little bonfire he’s made to cook the food.

“Wow, that smells delicious! Thieving, first aid, cooking? What can’t you do?”

“Everything, I guess, except I can’t stop loving you.” He flashes his signature smirk. 

“Smooth,” you roll your eyes playfully but can’t help smiling at how corny and cute he is.

He sits you down on some cushions and then takes a seat next to you. He prepares a paper plate with two eggs and a few pieces of bacon and hands it to you along with a plastic fork. “Sorry if it’s not much. I just wanted to be in and out of the store since I saw Zenigata there and didn’t want to do something to accidentally catch his attention.

“I swear one of these days I’m gonna tell him to back off. The only person that can be obsessed with you is me and no one else.” Both of you laugh at your comment and you take a bite of your food. “Mmmmm, five star cooking as always. This is so good.” 

The two of you sit in silence while you finish your food. You can’t help thinking about how the stars aligned to have him by your side. You try to find the right words to express how you feel but it was difficult to find something that could convey your thoughts. Finally, after a few minutes you spoke.

“If only we had that treasure right now. I could’ve treated you to something super nice as thanks for taking really good care of me.”

“To hell with the treasure. Besides, you’ve already got me the best treasure in the world to thank me with.” Lupin puts his now empty plate on the floor and wraps a hand around your waist.

“Yeah? And what is that?”

“You of course. And boy are you the handsomest piece of treasure I've ever laid my eyes on.”

“Stop giving me cavities with that sweetness of yours and shut the hell up.”

“What if I don’t want to stop?”

“Then I’ll make you.”

“And how’re going to do that?”

“Like this.”

Your lips come together for the millionth time in the past twenty-four hours. You’re already in nothing but your boxers and the bandages that are covering parts of your flesh. After all he’s done for you, you feel that it’s not fair that he’s been so attentive to your medical needs, it’s only fair that you give him as much of that attention back. Your hands find their way to the buttons on his shirt and you begin to undo them.

“Woah, there, love. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You’re still recovering. We can wait a few more days.”

“But I don’t wanna wait, Loopy. I need you right now. I promise I feel a lot better already. Sure I can’t really feel my right arm that much, but at least it doesn’t hurt right now.”

“Fine. You’re lucky you’re so charming, but let me do most of the work. I don’t want you getting hurt. And once you’re all better, then we can switch. Deal?”

“Deal.”

You both make your way to the mattress. He gently lays you down and undresses himself to begin taking care of you in a completely different way. That morning was one of the best ones you’ve had in a long while and with Lupin saying that he wanted to take a break from thieving for a bit, you already couldn’t wait for the next time he would have you like this. 

[peachyloveswriting]

Hey, can I possibly get a scenario with Lupin where he says to his crush playfully “I know you love me” and his crush is just casually confessing in agreement like “Yea. I do”. And then they leave it at that unless Lupin says something again or he keeps staring at them and crush is like “what?” I’m asking for a scenario after this and this is the start of the scenario?

"You do?" --- Lupin III

SUMMARY: A casual confession from you leaves Lupin stunned.

NOTES: Very short

/ / / /

You reach your hand back, pulling your pack of cigarettes from Lupin's greedy hands. He smiles sheepishly at your glare, a hand moving to scratch the back of his neck. "You know you love me." He pokes.

Taking the now crumpled back of cigarettes, you pull one out and set the pack to the side. It's no lie, you do love Lupin. He just has funny ways of interacting with you that make it hard to tell sometimes. You speak as you mend the bend in your cigarette.

"I do love you. Can you hand me a light?" You're too busy fixing your cigarette to see it but Lupin freezes. The heat in his face begins to rise and he finds his heart beating loudly in his ears. Was he hallucinating, or did you actually just tell him that? Feeling like he hasn't responded in a minute, you glance over to see him staring at you in awe. His eyes are open wide with shock, while his lips are slightly agape. The tan pigment to his skin has turned a deep red, the kind that makes worry bubble in your gut at the sight.

"You do?" He finally says.

Incredulously, you stare at him. It's uncommon to see Lupin so flustered and caught off guard, but eventually a smile creeps onto your face at the sight. "I do. But do you have a lighter?"

Lupin blinks at you, his hand subconsciously searching his pockets. The whole time his eyes never leave yours. "How can you say that so casually?" He questions. Taking his hand from his pocket he extends to you a small, bright yellow, lighter. Gladly, you take it.

"Dunno." You shrug. Bringing the cigarette to your lips to light it. "I guess I just accepted it a long time ago."

Quietly staring at you in wonder, Lupin smiles. "Well I guess I love you too then."

[chemical-underreaction]

rules/introduction!!

REQUEST STATUS: OPEN!

hello! i'm chemical, your friendly internet writer. i do fandom-based writing, including request filling!

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fandoms i primarily write for: JJBA (1-5), lupin the third, homestuck, tf2, ultrakill (is there an audience for this??), death note

fandoms i also write for: yakuza/rgg (only kiwami 1/2 and zero sorry!! working through the games), spto, tsp, danganronpa, disco elysium (IS there an audience for this????), undertale/deltarune, vocaloid related things, mob psycho 100

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[carissimipaixao]

— FROM THE START

publishing date: july 13th, 2023 pairing: arsène lupin iii & reader word count: 2.6k+ note: part of the highly emotional people! second note: back in june, i did a poll asking which series or fanfic should be expended upon, and the first entry of this series was the winner! as such, here we go! also, no beta, we die like men.

From the start, the stories of police officers bringing criminals to justice, ruthless in their pursuit and passionate for change, have always been fascinating to you. As a kid, it brought you so much joy listening to your parents discuss the local cases together, turning on the television or the radio to follow up on the wild chases across the country — and the world — and dressing up as a cop for Halloween. Then, as you grew up, you started to participate in these conversations, trying to understand the criminal world, everything and anything.

Now, you get to carry your own badge — having worked day and night for the path you carved with your own blood, sweat and tears. You get to work with some of the world’s best professionals (or witness them in action), even if by occasion, and you have earned your name and title in the local law enforcement. You would like to think, of course, that your father’s reputation has done nothing to influence your own ascend within the law.

Months after becoming a detective, a letter arrives. Upon hearing the loud crash from the Chief’s office, you turn in shock — even though you have known about Chief Daiam’s tantrums and sour moods for years. When he leaves the office in rage, face completely flustered, the Chief storms towards your unit’s lieutenant. Immediately, you feel excitement rushing through your veins.

For him to reach out for Lieutenant Oscar, it can only mean one thing.

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‘You stay here,’ those words freeze you to your spot in an instance.

And, you are unable to hide your confusion. ‘Sir?’ Surely, you are either about to be given the most incredible orders in your whole career — something that would push you down a path of adventure and greatness — or about to be utterly disappointed. Your eyes fly to the building on your left.

In this very gallery, something will be stolen. There’s no may be stolen, nor futile attempt, because the thief involved is no average criminal. You had heard about him as you climbed in ranks, you had heard about his father and grandfather from your father. The Underground may be full of secrets and criminals, all buried under shadows, but you know that he is the closest to a celebrity in his own world.

You have the chance to arrest Lupin III right in front of you.

Lieutenant Oscar spares a look to the unit entering the building, like the crazed lovers they are for chasing down international and dangerous criminals, and turns back with his hand raised. ‘You are staying here with the others.’

‘Wait,’ you shake your head, ‘what about the thief? I thought I was with the unit.’

‘Change of plans,’ he shrugs. ‘Besides, you are still a rookie, aren’t you?’ Your eyebrow twitches at the poor attempt of a friendly smile on his face, ‘Why don’t you leave this one for those who are more capable?’

You have got to be kidding me, you think to yourself. If Chief Daiam is known for his humor, then Lieutenant Oscar is known for being a bully to those who have just joined law enforcement (and to those he considers a threat, your father told you one day). He is slightly older than you, but you know he has been unable to climb up in ranks — not almost as effortlessly as you have done thus far.

You wonder if he, indeed, thinks of you as a possible obstacle in his path, if he thinks of you as competition.

‘Someone should remain outside,’ he continues, ‘to keep an eye out for that thief if he manages to escape our trap.’ You glance over your shoulder, looking at the police officers that are surrounding the building, the road that has been blocked for almost one hour now and the waiting crowd of journalists. Security is tight — that’s what you think — and you hardly think one more policewoman is going to make much of a difference.

Yep, you turn back with a frown, he definitely has something against me.

You risk the urge to cross your arms over your chest, instead raising your chin in the air. ‘Lieutenant, with all due respect, I think I have earned my place within this unit. I deserve to enter the building and help arrest this criminal.’

Lieutenant Oscar snickers. Then, his expression falls. ‘You stay here,’ he repeats. ‘Got it, Detective?’ The patronizing tone unleashes feral rage within your heart, and you grind your teeth together before you comply. No matter what, he is your superior; orders are orders.

‘...Understood,’ you murmur before you turn your back to him.

You take a position near the alleyway, shoving your hands inside your pockets. Perhaps, you are being rather childish about this whole ordeal, but, still, an opportunity — a great one at that — has been taken from you. You don’t think you’ll ever let Oscar hear the end of it, now. He might have just jeopardized the biggest achievement of your whole career.

Time passes slowly, painfully so, and you can see your coworkers begin to lean against the police cars, fetching cigarettes and talking to one another. Nothing’s happening, you think. Yet, you feel like something is coming.

What is the heist, again? What is he aiming for?

Something wet falls on top of your skin, and you flinch. When it repeats, you extend your hand out — almost robotically — and sigh when you realize it has just begun to rain.

Great.

You walk deeper into the alleyway seeking shelter. What is one more cop? The thought crosses your mind as you think of your coworkers — those in front of the gallery, and those who have been so happily followed by Lieutenant Oscar. Perhaps, your presence wouldn't have made a difference inside the gallery. What would you have done? It's your first time being anywhere near this thief, and you know very well that the stories about how he easily slips through the hands of the law aren't fake.

Not like Lieutenant Oscar.

Either way, if you don't need to be inside to apprehend the criminal, then nobody needs you outside. They could try to get the thief on their own, for all you cared at this point.

‘I can't believe this,' you murmur, leaning your head against the wall. The sigh that escapes through your lips is heavy, burdened with shame and unhappiness. Maybe, I'm just not enough. Your father would have been so disappointed to see you now, you know it. ‘I'm not cut out for this.'

Wind ruffles your hair, and you close your eyes.

Yet, they snap open immediately after, as the sirens go off. You push yourself off the wall, glancing left and right as you try to catch a glimpse of action. You hear your coworkers stumble to get back in position, and you hear a distant yell — perhaps a megaphone. You can swear you hear the thief’s name, and you tremble in excitement.

But, once again, you remind yourself that you are not in the middle of the action.

You return to your shelter from the rain, instead looking at the raindrops that fall on the pounds around you. Everything is so temporal, and chances can drip through your fingers like sands — if not now, then when? The stars aren’t aligned for your success, are they?

The confusion continues within the gallery. Undoubtedly, the thief has arrived at the designated hour, as he said in the card, and he is now making his escape. You can only wonder how. He has always been quite a devious individual, full of tricks and gadgets. A mastermind, you think to yourself. I wonder if such talent and knowledge will ever be found in law enforcement?

It would definitely turn the game upside down.

A door cracks open, and you turn to your left. It is too dark to see, but you just barely notice this person is wearing the gallery’s uniform. Why are they leaving through a backdoor, while there is literally a theft happening in their shift? That question rings in your head like the obnoxious siren — which is yet to be shut down.

The person turns, immediately noticing you. ‘Good evening!’

You blink. That’s certainly very playful for someone who might just lose his job. ‘Good… evening,’ you reply, as you watch the man. Something doesn’t feel right.

The man looks up to the skies, a hand holding his hat. ‘It just had to rain, didn’t it?’ He looks back at you, ‘What is a pretty lady like you doing in the middle of the rain?’

‘Listening,’ you reply. That’s not a lie, is it? You aren’t exactly working; just observing and listening to what happens around you. Indeed, you are far too busy thinking about what could have been and your shattered dreams, as you take in the sounds and the sights around you. The siren, the rain and the blinding lights of the police cars. And, yourself — an outsider.

‘Listening,’ he repeats. The rain is slowly getting heavier, you can see it by the way his clothes get soaked, clinging to his body. The man’s smirk, however, is yet to disappear from his face.

You decide to spin the spotlight around. ‘What about you, sir?’ The almost accusatory tone slips into your voice so easily. ‘Aren’t you being robbed?’ You cross your arms over your cheeks, tilting your head to the side as you watch the employee. ‘You do know you could be suspected of collaborating with thieves, right?’

‘Oh!’ The man raises his eyebrows, feigning surprise. ‘I suppose you are right, huh?’ He chuckles. ‘You’d be the only witness, though, and perhaps it could be a secret between us. Two… simple citizens like us, after all, ought to have each other’s back. Plus, you know how the law enforcement in this country is.’

The corner of your mouth twitches, as you nod along to his conversation.  ‘I am aware.’

‘Then,’ he continues, ‘let’s make a deal. You don’t say you saw me and I…?’ He pauses, looking at you up and down. You are back in the spotlight. You hate that. ‘Maybe I’ll buy you a drink next time I see you, huh? How about that? You are looking like you need one, after all.’

‘What do you mean by that?’

‘Well, I highly doubt you decided to come here just to listen to the rain, because these sirens are so loud!’ He complains, rubbing the side of his head with a fake grimace. ‘Unless you are a journalist? Hoping to catch the thief unexpectedly for a special interview?’ His smile widens.

You snort. ‘I’m not a journalist. I’m not good enough for that.’

The employee puts his hands on his hips. Why is he still standing there? ‘I won’t believe that. Not for one bit.’ He raises his hand in the air, closing his eyes in a way that reminds you of the old Greek philosophers, ‘Never doubt your qualities.’

‘I don’t doubt my qualities.’ Your tone comes out defensive, which you immediately feel conscious about. You bite your lower lip. ‘I have just not been presented with the right opportunity. That’s all.’ That is certainly a way to explain your current situation, isn’t it?

Why are you seemingly pouring your heart out to a stranger in the middle of an alleyway, right next to a crime scene? Because you two are simple citizens, as he put it?

‘Sometimes,’ he says, ‘you have to present yourself to the right opportunities.’

‘Indeed,’ you reply slowly as you begin to look at him more closely.

He lowers his arms, looking back at the gallery behind him. Then, he turns back at you with a grin. ‘You can succeed so quickly, so easily, if you just take what you want. Imagine that.’ He takes his hat off, throwing it over his head. ‘If you want a piece of advice, put yourself out there. Do what you want. Achieve what you want to achieve, without thinking of whoever is in your way.’

You push yourself off the wall. ‘Is that your life philosophy, sir?’

‘Carpe diem, yes!’ He extends his arms out. ‘So, I ask you, what is your dream, sweetheart?’ 

You slowly reach behind you, towards the weapon that is concealed under your coat. For as long as you can remember, your dream has always been the same. You have always wanted to earn your badge, build your reputation as an officer and catch some of the most infamous criminals out there. Lupin III is one of them, and, much like your father, who long ago chased after Lupin II, you would die for the opportunity to put his descendant behind bars.

Perhaps, this stranger is right. If the right opportunity won’t present itself to you…

‘I came to this city with one thing in mind,’ you begin, and the man hums, tilting his head as he watches you. ‘To follow my father’s footsteps, and to put criminals behind bars.’

The man’s eyebrow twitches and raises ever so slightly. ‘Is that so, sweetheart?’

‘Don’t call me that,’ you frown. Surely, the universe has something for having men patronizing you all the time. First, my superiors. Then, this guy. ‘If you’d like, you may address me by Detective.’ You pull out your weapon, aiming at the man’s chest. ‘Lupin III.’

‘Oh, so you knew it was me?’ He says, putting a hand on top of his head and, just as before, he fakes his shock. Everything is a game for a thief like himself. ‘Whatever gave that away?’

‘Spare me the—you are coming with me,’ you try to keep your blood cold. Yet, adrenaline is rushing through your veins. You have looked forward to this moment for days, weeks, months, years. You have yearned for the opportunity to catch this thief and put him behind bars, once and for all.

Lupin’s face morphs into a mischievous smirk. ‘And, what if I refuse, Detective?’

‘You can’t refuse. There is nowhere to go.’

‘It’s the two of us here,’ he comments. ‘Plus, I’d be really offended if you didn’t do your homework on me. All these years in the field, and yet there is not a single soul that is able to arrest me. Well, at least permanently.’

‘That’s fine. The opportunity just hadn’t been presented to you until now. I’m putting you in a cell, whether you like it or not.’

The thief bats his eyelashes in your direction, ‘Oh, so bossy. I love when women tell me what to do.’ Your eye twitches. This guy…! What a pain in the ass. ‘Unfortunately,’ he sighs, ‘I have to go. But, I’ll be sure to remember this little rendezvous of ours!’

He turns on his heel and begins running.

‘Wait!’ You extend your arms firmly, pointing the end of your barrel towards his ankle or even his hough. Anything to make him fall or lose his balance, while you go after him and call for backup.

Bang!

A bullet hits your gun, although it almost hits your hand instead — too close for comfort. You flinch, dropping your weapon instinctively. You lower yourself to the floor, looking around bewildered. Where did that bullet come from?

‘Thank you, Jiji!’ The thief calls out, and you become stiff. Of course you wouldn’t be working alone.

You hear a faint scoff, followed by a mumble, and you turn to look at the rooftops. Indeed, there is a silhouette, a weapon pointed at the skies as a sign of mercy. ‘I wouldn’t move an inch, if I were you,’ the gunman speaks loud enough for you to hear over the noise. You reply by giving him the nastiest glare you can manage. Something always has to be in your way.

‘Remember today’s lesson till next time, Detective!’ Lupin stops in his tracks, looking at you as he stands by a trash can. He begins to take off the jumpsuit, revealing his trademark suit underneath.

‘Oh, I will,’ you correct him firmly. ‘I’ll get you.’

In fact, that lesson would continue to haunt you for days and days to come.

[baileypie-writes]

Can you please do a goemon fluff headcanon

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~Goemon Ishikawa XIII Fluff Headcanons~

Fandom: Lupin III

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Characters Included: Goemon Ishikawa XIII

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: None!

~Masterlist~

~Lupin III Masterlist~

Disclaimer: I have only seen the 2019 film, and Castle of Cagliostro. I have not yet seen the series. So if anything is inaccurate, I apologize.

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~ Your safety is Goemon’s top priority. So while he never goes anywhere without his sword anyway, he definitely isn’t when you’re dating. Any time he senses something that could possibly be dangerous, his hand is already on its handle. He just wants you to be safe.

“Goemon, it’s just a dog.”

“Yes, but it could be aggressive.”

“I don’t think it is. It looks like it wants to be pet.”

“I advise that you stay away from it. You never know someone’s true intentions.”

“Oh, Goemon…”

~ Along with your safety, he also prioritizes your health. If he gets the slightest hint that you may not feel well, he won’t leave you alone until his question is answered. If you are unwell, he of course takes care of you. You’re not allowed to leave bed unless you absolutely have to, so he’ll do anything and everything for you.

“Drink some more tea, it’s good for you.”

“Goemon, you’ve already given me four cups in the last hour and a half.”

~ Goemon isn’t one to initiate or ask for affection. But that doesn’t mean he hates it. Sure, some acts can be a bit too much for him, but others, he enjoys. Hand holding is one of his favorites. It’s the feeling of you being there that comforts him. He also likes when you hold onto his arm. It feels more like he’s protecting you that way. Just make sure it on the opposite side of his sword.

~ He secretly enjoys when you play with his hair. He has such long, soft, luscious locks. It’s impossible to resist running your fingers through it! Normally, Goemon prefers not to be touched, but the way your nails run across his scalp relaxes him. He finds himself going into a meditative state in no time.

~ He most definitely writes poems about you. He’d never show them to you, in fact, he’d literally die if you read them. Lucky for him though, they’re all in Japanese. So unless you know the language or can get one of the other guys to translate, there’s no chance of understanding them. There are times though, when he writes one specifically for your viewing.(Mostly on holiday cards)

~ Goemon spoils you with little gifts quite often. They’re mostly little charms he found on his travels that made him think of you. Though the gifts could also be dried and pressed flowers(so you can keep them forever), your favorite snacks or a simple accessory he thought would look good on you.

“I picked this up on my travels.”

“Oh, thank you! What is it?”

“I’m not sure. But I assumed you would like it.”

“Well you assumed correctly. Thanks Gogo!”

~ He loves watching you enjoy your hobbies. Whether it’s art, crafts, sports, music or anything else, he likes seeing you have fun. And if you want to talk his ear off about the things you enjoy, that’s fine by him. But just know that he’s more of a listener, so he might not respond much.

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~~baileypie-writes

[alekthethirdish]

Had a funny idea, Lupgang HC’s for the reader getting kidnapped, them going to rescue Reader only to run into the reader breaking out as they are breaking in. Not cause they didn’t think they would be rescued, just the kidnappers left them the perfect window to escape and why wait?

This took so many rewrites, so I hope this version does your ask justice!

Lupin:

-Lupin has gotten kidnapped himself more times than he can probably count.

-So when you get kidnapped he already knows the signs to look for.

-He's an attentive partner, and always has a hand around you, if he's not directly holding your hand.

-Lupin notices instantly if you're gone.

-Of course he's on top of things, tailing your kidnappers, and planning to reign hell down upon them if they even consider touching a single hair on your head.

-When he sees you climbing out a window two stories up, he can't help but smile.

-Lupin meets you halfway down the building, he needs to make sure that you're alright.

-When you've landed safely on the fire escape that he's standing on, he'll look you over for any injuries before pulling you into his chest.

-"Are you hurt? I swear, if they even touched a hair on your head I'll -"

-"Lupin, I'm fine. They were idiots, they didn't even know how to tie rope. They left me in a room with an open window."

-Once he's sure you're alright, he'll lead the way down to the ground, offering his hand to you along the way.

-For the next week straight, he is peppering you with kisses and showering you with gifts. Anything to help you get your mind off of your kidnapping, even if your snatchers sucked.

-Your kidnappers will have found an empty room and then received a note from Lupin, containing a thinly veiled threat.

Jigen:

-Jigen is fiercely protective of you, after all you're his lover.

-Once he's made aware that you've been kidnapped, either by you just missing, or a ransom note; he will raise hell to get you back safe.

-He's tracked your location down to a building and is prepared to go in, guns blazing, when he sees you calmly walking out of the building.

-At first he's confused, why would they let you walk right out?

-He pulls you into an alley as you pass, intending to ask you how you managed to walk right out; your fist in his face is the greeting he gets.

-When you realize it's Jigen who pulled you aside, you start apologizing profusely for punching him.

-"Are you okay, my love?"

-"I should be the one asking you that."

-"Oh. Yeah, their security was shit, they clearly did not know how to tie someone up."

-Jigen, sure that his nose is okay, brings you into his chest, hugging you tightly.

-"I was worried about you." He admits it so quietly, but you hear it anyway.

-"I'm okay. Honestly I was able to walk right out, one of their guards was sleeping. Seriously, they should consider a new profession. They suck."

-He chuckled at that, wrapping his arm around you tightly, guiding you to the car.

-"Anywhere you want to go, my treat."

-He will spoil you for the next week; Jigen will be silently by your side even more than usual.

Goemon:

-When he finds out that you've been kidnapped he is beyond pissed.

-He is tracking your kidnappers down even before they can think to send a ransom note.

-Goemon is prepared to do anything to get you back safe and sound.

-He has infiltrated the building that you're being kept in when you run into him, quite literally.

-His face is a sea of emotion, going from anger, to shock, to relief.

-He sheathed his Zantetsuken before bringing you into a tight hug.

-"Are you alright? They didn't hurt you, did they?"

-"I'm okay, I promise."

-As soon as Goemon is sure that you are unharmed, he'll lead you out of the building, Zantetsuken drawn just in case.

-When you are far away from the building, he asks, "How did you manage to get away?"

-"They only tied my hands and feet and left me unguarded. Not very smart of them."

-Goemon will stay close by your side until you both return to the hotel or safe house.

-While he's not generally openly affectionate, he will link his arm with yours or hold your hand afterwards. Anything to make sure you aren't going anywhere.

-"I am glad you are unharmed, I was worried for your safety."

-Goemon will take you up to the mountains as a way to distract and distance the both of you from what happened.

[nonsense-with-jelly]

Can i request an enemys to lovers headcanon with Lupin iii. Like the reader is an agent who is trying to capture Lupin but he just flirts with them all the time.

Lupin III × Reader: Enemies to Lovers

Headcanons (also a fic if you squint)

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Ah how Lupin LOVED being chased. But being chased by you? Ohohohoh, he had too much fun getting chased by you

Your an agent for a crime organization that feels as though Lupin is a threat, you aren't chasing him to throw him in jail, you're chasing him to catch him and get him out of the way. And your determination to make sure he never sees the light of day again REALLY turns him on and he makes sure you know it!

His flirting starts off small, just winks and blowing kisses, and as days turn to months, he just keeps getting flirtier.

You could have him cornered and the best way he can think of escaping is giving you a big sloppy wet kiss on the mouth. The kind that leaves you shaking and asking "what the fuck just happened?" as he escapes.

He also figures out where you stay when you chase him. He sends love letters to your hotel room or even your home. At first you found it disturbing, but as time passed, you kinda looked forward to them

Time goes on and his jokes become more risqué just to stun you so you will never catch up to him.

You had given into a few of his escape kisses, which felt like a forbidden makeout session

He had even started upping his game with love letters, sending shamelessly raunchy letters that make your stomach twist in a way that is difficult to describe. You know you should feel sick, but there is another sensation your feeling that makes your face feel warm and your knees feel weak.

Finally, you have caught him. You could've turned him over to the organization to have him locked away underground forever... but that's not what you wanted anymore.

Once he is finally in your grasp, you return is flirtiness tenfold in the form of a confession. You ask him if he would let you join him, and he accepts.

Sure, his friends are a bit wary of you at firat since you WERE trying to capture him, but Lupin knows where your loyalty stands when you wrap yourself around him in a desperate embrace, the kind that makes it seem as though you are holding on as though you could lose him... which, knowing the organization... you COULD lose him...

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Author's Note

Finished this before work, might do a part 2 if you want... I kept having to fight myself to not make this into a full on fic... which I feel like I kinda did anyways...

[lupgangs-fiat]

May I politely ask for the lupin the gang and zenigata celebrating readers birthday?

One for all of them platonically,

And then maybe individually for their partners?

Celebrating your b-day with the lupgang and the inspectors!! :]

I’ll probably write one for them all platonically at a later date! I didn’t want this one getting any longer than it already was lmAO

LUPIN

-WILL GO ALL OUT!! It’s your special day and he’s going to spoil you

-Breakfast in bed! Makes the best kinds of food he can for you!! Although he did eat some of it while cooking- so if you’re missing a croissant or your strawberries are missing, he ate them

-croissant with chocolate, your favourite expensive tea that is usually reserved for special occasions, crepes with all your favourite fillings/toppings

-he 100% begged Goemon and Jigen to help make your breakfast. They gave in when he busted out The Puppy Dog Eyes.

-spoils you with his riches from heists

-buys you that super special something you had been eyeing for a while but never got it for whatever reason

-he wants to take you everywhere, just glad to be with you and probably takes you to a special place to show you the best view of the city you’re in or somewhere to see the landscape

-fancy dinner!! Zenigata is actually the server, Lupin ‘bribed’ him to help out on your special day :)

-he’s really really REALLY cheesy about it, pulls out your chair for you, jokes about the wine (“mhm.. I’m quite sure this is… *swirls wine and smells it* yup, this is wine!) because he wants to make you smile and laugh :)

JIGEN

-pretty chill about your bday

-but that’s what he WANTS you to think

-he actually wants to spoil you but doesn’t want to overwhelm you because y’know, he likes being mellow

-so you’ll get nice surprises throughout the day!

-‘simple’ breakfast in bed, he made you cinnamon rolls, fresh cut fruit and hand squeezed orange juice

-chocolates and roses :)

-y’all probably nap on the couch together !!! And it’s sweet !!! [[Fujiko took a picture of it, prepare to be teased by Lupin and Fujiko]]

-Jigen drives you everywhere on your bday, he’s your personal chauffeur

-he takes you out to a really fancy dinner and makes sure his tie matches your outfit

-but if you’d prefer a picnic or something, he will gladly get the food and take you to a park to have a picnic on the hill at sunset in your fancy clothes

-dancing!! on the grass together!!

GOEMON

-he makes the BEST breakfast in bed

-like MAN!!! This is a five star meal in your bed served by ‘the coolest samurai you know’ (he knows he’s the only samurai you know but he appreciates the sentiment)

-omurice, orange juice, grilled fish, miso soup and pickled radishes (if you don’t want the radishes, he will happily sit with you and eat them)

-museum date? Museum date.

-would mostly just follow you around in the museum, holding hands ofc, as he admires you rather than the history and art around him

-he definitely carves a little statue of your favourite animal with his zantetsuken

-which he is delighted to show you because he had been practicing to carve the perfect little figurine for you

-when the sun starts setting, he starts getting visibly excited because that means it’s dinner time!

-the two of you go on a quick lil hike, one you haven’t been on before

-you end up near a stunning waterfall and small pond where Goemon has a small dinner laid out on a picnic blanket with little lanterns to light the place up :)

-picnic dinner under the stars as he points out constellations and tells you the stories behind them all

FUJIKO

-literally the queen of planning when it comes to your birthday

-prepare to be spoiled and teased all day because there’s no escape from Fujiko’s plans for you

-wakes you up by throwing a pillow at you and pulling you out of bed to get the day started

-she will do your make up regardless of your gender. Heavy makeup? She’s got ya. Light makeup? You bet! You’re going to look STUNNING no matter what and it’s gonna be fantastic

-shopping spree [she paid for it by stealing some of Lupin’s heist money]

-she makes you try on outfits she puts together just for you and she made some SNAZZY outfits for you, like she tailored them all to your style and preferences

-after shopping and dropping off the spoils of your mall victory, she takes you on a motorcycle ride around the city and the outskirts of town

-Spa!!! Day!!! She’s gonna take you to this spa that’s low key unheard of BUT it’s one of the best spas that she knows

-wine and champagne over a fancy dinner and a show is how the night ends

ZENIGATA

-since he’s almost always awake before you, breakfast in bed was a breeze

-which is what he WANTED to say.

-buuuttttt he kinda burnt the toast… and the eggs, and the bacon- but he means well!!! He just got distracted and then panicked when the first try of toast caught on fire

-wants to be very gentlemanly for you!! Extra effort to open/hold doors for you, carrying your bag at work, pulling out chairs, the whole kit n kaboodle

-probably the kind of guy to make a show of it being your b-day!! Makes you wear the silly birthday hat and little streamer poppers!! You and Zeni will have confetti in your hair for days

-he makes sure you have a lighter workload at work so that you can have a more chill day :)

-tries to make your Cup Ramen fancier when he makes a snack for the two of you and draws a smiley face on the lid to make you smile

-leaves little snacks and a cute/silly note for you when he has to leave to do something

-the two of you go on a nice long drive when the end of the day nears. It’s simple, but it’s one of his favourite past times

YATA

-intended on making you breakfast in bed but forgot to get up early enough to do that. Instead, he’s still wrapped around you in bed as the big spoon, still snoozing away with you

-he leaves little post it notes all over the place for you to find, each has little hearts or smiley faces doodled into the corners

-gets you your fave flowers and plenty of chocolates, leaves them on your desk as a surprise at work

-can and WILL run around with you on his back to make you laugh

-[he did it at work, got lightly scolded but Zenigata thought it was sweet and funny]

-dancing!!! in the kitchen!!! while he makes you a birthday cake!!!

-you both may or may not have flour handprints all over each other (you do. You both do. So many silly hand prints.)

-he’s definitely not the kind of guy to be super fancy in general but he puts extra effort in to be a bit fancier for your b-day

-makes you lunch and dinner :) he makes a really cute bento box lunch and one of the best dinners you’ve ever had

-definitely got you a stuffed animal that reminded him of you!!

-at the end of the day, you both end up falling asleep on the couch together under a blanket as the TV continues to play some show or movie

[rottenstrawberrymilk]

promise?

lupin iii x reader

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        It's not often you have the chance to get away from everything and just go an have a good time. It's been awhile since you've let loose, so obviously when some old friends from college started texting you, inviting you to some sleazy club downtown, who were you to decline? You had nothing planned that night, nor the next morning, so you were happy to show up. That and you seriously needed a break from your current crowd--that crowd mostly being one man and his weird gang of criminals. 

        Downing shots at the bar, flooded with neon lights, is the closest you've come to normalcy in quite a few months. 

        Unfortunately, during your quest to reach the bottom of every glass put in your hand, you failed to notice your old college friends were disappearing one by one. Some snuck away with men you'd never seen into alleys, into corners, into bathrooms, until you were the only one left. You waited for them for what felt like a couple of hours before the bar slowly started to die and more and more people left. You'd decided to keep on drinking and keep your buzz going, for the sake of not feeling scared and alone. Liquid, burning confidence was all you needed to power through the night, with your old shitty friends or without. 

        As the pickings got slimmer in the bar, ultimately, a strange man approached you. Even in your drunken haze, you knew you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, and definitely wanted his hand off your arm. He seemed to have nothing but evil intentions as he practically dragged you towards one of the doors that lead out into the equally sleazy, dark back alley. 

        "Look, fuck off," you slurred out at one point, trying to tear your arm from his grasp.

        "Come on, just come with me. It's not like anyone else is waiting around here for you, darling. I saw the bartender cut you off earlier--there's more booze outside, I know where to get it." 

        Even though you were fucked up you knew it was a lie.

        You dug your heels into the ground stubbornly, wishing you'd had a knife or a taser on you at the moment. You hadn't anticipated on needing one, since you'd gone into the club thinking your friends were going to be sticking around. You cursed them mentally, recalling all their baseless claims of "hoes before bros" or whatever the fuck else they'd lied about. 

        Helplessly, you glanced around, hoping that someone, anyone was seeing this and would help you out here. This creep was seriously fucking with your buzz. 

        "I don't think the lady appreciates you dragging her around like that." 

        God dammit. Someone, anyone, except him.

        Just like you'd failed to notice your "friends" bailing on you, you'd also failed to notice watchful eyes on you the whole night, accompanied with an obnoxiously bright jacket. 

        "Why don't you mind your fucking business, asshole? Me and this bitch are just goin' out back." the man with his hand around your arm spat back. You winced when his grip tightened and cursed under your breath. 

        Lupin's hand finds your waist as he squares himself directly up with the other man. They're the same height, but Lupin's overconfidence seems to make him bigger. He shakes his head.

        "Sorry, but this bitch is my business, buddy." Lupin's head cocks to the side slightly. You're too terrified at the moment to elbow him. "So-" with his free hand he lifts his jacket, making an obvious show of the gun at his narrow hip. "I suggest you get lost." 

        The gun's more than enough to convince the man to let go of you. Quickly, you pull your arm close. You can't help but get closer to Lupin in the moment, terrified that the guy would change his mind suddenly. He doesn't. Instead, he stalks off, grumbling, as he heads for that back alley door, thankfully without you. Relieved, you sigh. 

        Then, you promptly, tear Lupin's arm away from your waist and start making a beeline for the bar. You knew you'd been cut off hours ago but you just wanted to get away from the annoying nuisance that was Lupin III for like ten minutes. To say you were irritated was an understatement. The one night in months you were finally going to have to yourself and here he was! 

        Obviously, shoving him off wasn't enough to discourage him. When was it ever? 

        You couldn't hear whatever the hell he was trying to tell you as you stomped off towards the bar. Realizing that almost no one else was there for you to make conversation with in order to ignore Lupin, you turned and started for the door. Obviously, your change in direction didn't throw him off at all.

        The night air hits your face and you grow unexplainably angry when you hear the door open again behind you. You already knew who it was. Frustrated, you begin to walk. 

        "Where do you live, baby, I'm gonna walk you home." 

        "I'm fine," you respond coldly, as Lupin trails behind you. 

        Your face flushes when you unexpectedly lose your balance, stiletto catching on a groove in the sidewalk. Damn your heels. Lupin's quick to wrap his arms around you, saving you from smashing your face on cold pavement. He holds you, still angled in his arms, smiling down at you obnoxiously as you cross your arms and cast your gaze off else where for the sake of being spiteful. 

        "Actually, you're not," Lupin says, looking way too pleased about it than he should have been, "Now be a doll and let me help you." He finally pulls you fully to your feet, hands still at the small of your back. When you're quiet for a moment too long, he keeps going. "I'll just keep bothering you and following you until you get home safely, I've got nothing going on tonight, just sayin-" 

        "Alright! God, fucking Christ...Jus..just shut up for a second..." The fact that you genuinely needed a moment to remember where you lived made you think that maaaaybe Lupin might have been right to walk you home. Then you immediately banish that though from your head because you would rather rip your hair out than ever admit that Lupin was right. 

        How embarrassing. Pushing some of your hair behind your ear, you glance off to the side and mutter an address before turning to point a bit lazily in the direction of the apartment complex you were staying at. 

        As much as you wanted to hate him and feel repulsed just by touching him, leaning up against him was actually super helpful and not the worst thing in the world to your surprise. He was surprisingly steady and didn't seem to mind your weight on him at all, much less notice. He was stronger than he looked, you noticed. At the moment, you were extremely happy your cheeks were flushed from how drunk you were, so he wouldn't be able to tease you for blushing at all. That ultimately wouldn't matter, because if you knew Lupin like you knew Lupin, he'd find something else to tease you for and flirt over. 

        You nearly fell asleep on him in the elevator, which he instantly jumped on.

        "Awww, you're so cute when you're falling asleep..." His hand squeezes at your hip gently. 

        The flushed anger wakes you up faster than anything else ever could. "Shut up I think your face looks fucking stupid shave your sideburns. Idiot." 

        Apparently, to Lupin there is absolutely nothing funnier than your drunken mumbling because it was enough to put him into tears. 

        It doesn't get any easier when the elevator finally gets to your floor. Between his general unfamiliarity with where you lived and your less-than-sharp state of mind, trying to figure out which apartment was yours was close to a nightmare. You just knew the number definitely started with a two. Honestly, there was no one better you could have had walk you back, because it didn't take Lupin all that long to narrow down which apartment was yours based on mathematics alone. That or it could have been because he snuck your phone out of your pocket when you weren't paying attention and looked through your notes to find the room number. 

        At that point, you were pretty exhausted, too tired to throw anymore slurred insults at him or give him a hard time. You just gave in, allowing him to eventually pick you straight up off the ground. Your head nods slightly as you fight off sleep once more. 

        "Sooo, you're a sleepy angry drunk, then I guess. I'm more of a romantic myself when I've had one too many, but when am I not, really?" He giggles like he's just told the funniest joke in the whole world. 

        "...Mhmm..." was the closest to a response he managed to get out of you. Admittedly, the more tired you got, the more you seemed to cuddle right up to him, which he infinitely enjoyed. He could get used to having you like this. Better savor it now because he figured the chance of you going out drinking again would be pretty low for awhile.

        Eventually, Lupin shoulders open the apartment door. It's small enough for him easily to find your bed, which was unmade. A bit of jealousy flashed across him. Were you with someone else earlier? As his brow furrowed, he didn't notice your arms reaching up around his shoulders and tightening slowly as you buried your face into his chest, letting out a soft moan into his tie. As he went to drop you onto the mattress, you gripped him tighter. Lupin swore as he lost his balance and you dragged him down onto the bed too. 

        "(Y/N)-" he starts, after attempting to wrestle out of your grip and being unsuccessful. A bit of a frustrated, drawn out whine came from you every time he tried to shift away, which was actually pretty cute to him. He cuts himself off after realizing that this was about the clingiest someone's been to him in awhile. 

        It was kinda...welcome. 

        No one would be upset if he didn't make it back tonight; it certainly wasn't out of character for him to disappear somewhere with someone. 

        Almost too eagerly, Lupin's arms wrapped back around you. Pleased that he'd finally given in, you lean closer against him, head nestling up against his chest. Your eyes were still shut as you muttered something unintelligible to him. Lupin leaned back into the mattress, making himself more comfortable as his hand went to the back of your head.

        "You're kinda cute when you're fucked up," he told you, sweeping some of your hair away from your face. 

        The most he managed to understand from your response was something along the lines of "mmmmm". 

        It was almost upsetting to Lupin that when you awoke the next morning, whatever spirit had possessed you to cling to him like this would be long gone. Booze, he decided. The spirit of booze. 

        You were more upset about the splitting headache you awoke with, instead, however. You were surprised that you'd managed to stay asleep for the entire night, as usually you were a restless sleeper during nights like these. And then you feel a warm body beneath you, touching you. Startled, you bolted upright, despite the pounding in your head. 

        Fuck. FUCK. 

        "Oh no..." was what you whispered out instead.

        Why is LUPIN in my BED?! With ME?!

        He was still sleeping soundly, somehow looking more smug than usual, even in his sleep. Panic taking you over, you smack his chest, hard, with the back of your hand. Slowly, Lupin stirs, stretching out with a slight groan. As he did so, his arm reached over your shoulder, pulling you back down to the mattress, wrapping around you tightly. 

        "Lupin?! What the actual fuck?" You manage, confused out of your goddamned mind. 

        His head turns slightly so he can look at you, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. "Sleep good, lover?"

        Your face turns bright red almost instantly. 

        Nononononononononofuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfu-

        "Did we...?"  You manage, voice turning shrill with horror. 

        Lupin's head cocked slightly to the side. Once again, he fixes you with that wide smile of his. He raises an eyebrow. "Would you be mad if we did?"

        It's like your blood turned to ice in your veins. 

        "LUPIN-"

        Before you can even start your rant, his hand squeezes at your shoulder and he giggles. "Relaxxx, I'm just messing with ya. I'm a gentleman, remember? I don't take advantage of ladies. Not even shitfaced ones." Hats off for basic fucking decency. Lord what you would give to erase that smug fucking look off his face...

        You scowl at him. "You want a pat on the back for doing the bare minimum?" You seethed.

        How the fuck did this...this asshole know exactly what to say to get under your skin as quickly as possible? Did he do it on purpose? Were you just more irritable because you were hung over as shit? Probably yes to both. 

        Lupin shrugged lazily. "I did keep you nice and safe and warm all night so..." 

        Finally you shifted your shoulder so you could slide out from under his arm. You sat up once more, drawing your knees up to your chest. Almost tiredly, your head finds its way into your hands as you take a deep breath before exhaling. Overall you just can't shake the feeling of...shame? Not even innocent, shallow embarrassment anymore, just straight up shame. 

        "Please, don't tell anyone about this," you mutter as one of Lupin's hands played with your hair. The hostility has dropped from your voice in favor of a sort of dry desperation. 

        "Hmmm...what's in it for me?" Lupin asked all too coyly.

        A frustrated sigh escapes you. "I-I don't know, my head is pounding so hard I can barely think straight." 

        You can feel him lean closer to you. Fuck.

        "How about a kiss? Just a little one." 

        You don't know how it's possible but he's managed to sink to a new level of desperation and your head has managed to sink even harder into your hands as your face flushes hotter. You take another slow breath, trying to ground yourself before you attack him. It's a tempting option but in a way, he's right, he did get you home safe and you figured this would be the quickest way to get him out of your apartment.

        Eventually, you lift your head from your hands, resting your chin upon your drawn up knees.

        "I'm literally fucked up, stone cold hungover, and you still can't keep it in your pants?" 

        Lupin huffed and you glanced over at him. "It's not my fault you look all sexy and messy when you wake up, baby. Almost makes me wish we did do something last night." 

        Wisely, you chose to ignore the last of his lewd comment. Your legs stretched back under the sheets as you sit up a little straighter for the sake of waking up a little faster and getting this all over with. You roll your eyes at him as he grins, watching you. 

        "Just one," you eventually mutter, showing him a singular, definitive finger on the off chance he wanted to try and play dumb. "Enjoy my drunk morning breath, hope you're happy with yourself." 

        He seems to enjoy your antics (when doesn't he?), reaching out to take hold of your wrist to draw you closer. "Ohh I will be, missy. Right about..." 

        Lupin leaned forwards, tilting your head with long, narrow fingers so that his lips could properly meet yours. You can only feel anticipation if anything else. You stiffen up instinctually as he finally kisses you. After about a few seconds, it's starting to feel like it's all been going on for far too long. And then, suddenly, before you can pull away, Lupin's on top of you, pushing you down into the mattress. One of your hands goes to the side of his face, remaining motionless there out of shock before you feel his tongue pushing past your lips and snap out of it. You could feel his fingers gripping at your waist as you start to shove at his face.

        "Mmmph...LUPIN!" you manage as you wrench your own head to the side and break the kiss with a gasp. Irritated, you wipe an arm over your mouth as you glare at him. He only smiles at you again, your head caged between either of his hands. 

        "You'd be a good kisser if you tried," he commented, all too obnoxiously. He makes a move towards your cheek and his lips barely graze over your skin again as you shrug away from him, arms wrapping around yourself.

        "Wow! Thanks, Lupin!" You said, voice raising with mock enthusiasm. "I don't care! Now leave!" Harshly, you point in the direction of the door. 

        Melodramatically, Lupin sighed. "You sure you don't want me to take care of you?" He jabbed a finger into your side obnoxiously and it took everything you had not to knee him in the dick. 

        Slowly, you spoke, emphasizing each word. "I cannot possible exaggerate to you just how much I want you to leave my home right now." 

        His head tilts to the side as he stares down at you. There's no usual smug grin on his face. 

        "You sure you're fine?"

        You take a moment.

        What you'd first mistaken as him being annoying on purpose seemed to be...genuine concern. Like he actually cares about you beyond something sexual. Man that's cruel...

        Lupin's palm pressed up against your cheek. Softly, you sighed, and you couldn't help leaning into his hand. Just a little bit. But it's enough for him to feel. It's so...exhausting to constant be hating him. It's tiring to keep your guard up and be so bitter all the time, seemingly without reason to him. But he doesn't know. He doesn't know that you've been with people like him time and time again and knows exactly what to expect. How else were you supposed to stop people like him from hurting people like you? That's what his type does right? Suave and confident, they sweep you off your feet, they sneak into your bed, your home, your heart, your mind and then they leave when they find something new to lust over. Like it's all a game to them.

        You look at Lupin through tired, half-shut eyes.

        And you know you're not his only. 

        But somehow, right now, in this moment, that didn't seem to matter to you. 

        "Yes, I promise," you eventually said, after a long moment of silence. "If I need anything, I'll call you, okay? Only you." Almost...afraid, your hand crept up slowly to hold over the back of his. You can feel the coarse hair beneath your palm as your grip tightens, just a little bit. You thought you'd been going to move his hand from your face. But your own just...stayed. 

        Lupin's thumb stroked faintly over your cheek, over your skin, almost...lovingly?

        He's capable of romance like this, of flirting and the works, you know he is. But you've never really felt this sort of tenderness from him before. Genuineness, that's what it feels like. Something beyond his usual horndog , playboy type shit. The idea of getting plastered more often to see this softer side of him is tempting to say the least...

        "Promise?" he asked. 

        You nodded. "Promise."