#psycho pass fanfics

[cielettosa]

fanfics, headcanons, theories, fanons and fanarts keeps a fandom alive, even after it ends

[pech2]

April flowers! (Newest chapter was scheduled for April).

[songsofwaterandnight]

Akane Tsunemori was the first fujoshi for describing Shinya Kogami and Shogo Makishima as "not just ships passing in the night. They understood each other better than anyone else and each was focused solely on the other."

[thefoxtherapist]

Kagari's kisses were always messy. He kissed like no tomorrow, though maybe in his opinion, there wasn't. Tongue and teeth, kisses interrupted by breathless laughter. He could romanticize this more than anything else in his life. A reckless lover, his kisses mirrored that.

It wasn't that Ginoza didn't like kissing you, it was that the man was rather reserved about it. Like he had a limited amount of kisses. It took a lot of reassurance that that wasn't the case for him to become more free about the kisses he granted you. You quickly found the man loved his kisses. Only in private, of course.

Akane was always in a rush, a busy person through and through. But she always made time to kiss you goodbye or kiss you hello. Like a daily ritual, she couldn't start or finish her day without a kiss from her beloved. Of course, if you were to point that out, her cheeks would quickly flush as she tried to wave it off.

One might accuse Kogami of being a rough kisser. And sometimes they'd be right, okay, most of the time. For Kogami, relationships were dangerous. So he does what he can, opting to pretend that it doesn't mean as much to him as it does. Despite this, the way he grips his lover's face whilst kissing is nothing short of romantic.

You almost expected Makishima's lips to be cold when he kissed you. But they weren't, rather, he was quite warm. Still, his kisses were all devouring. A leading man through and through, his lips against yours was no different a situation.

[mixakuu]

Hey. My name is Mixie and welcome to my page. I’m glad that you’re here, existing. <3

A little about me…

24 ☆ INTJ ☆ Virgo ☆ Enneagram 9 The Peacemaker ☆ Poli Sci major ☆

Current Fave songs:

⁃ Mayday by Coldrain & Ryo,

⁃ RUNRUNRUN by Dutch Melrose,

⁃ You Wanted More by VIOLENT Vira

I’m literally the type of person that if you start talking to me randomly I will act like we’ve known each other for 7+ years. So please don’t hesitate to tag me/talk to me I’d love to make more online friends even if it’s temporary <3

Some characters I love:

JJK- Noritoshi Kamo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Toge Inumaki, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna

Blue Lock- Rensuke Kunigami, Jingo Raichi, Reo Mikage, Ikki Niko, Okuhito Iemon, Tsurugi Zantetsu, Rin Itoshi, Hiiragi Reiji

Fire Force- Vulcan Joseph, Karim Flam

Bungo Stray Dogs- Doppo Kunikida, Ango Sakaguchi, Oda Sakunosuke, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Mushitarō Oguri

Kaiju no. 8 - Leno Ichikawa, Soshiro Hoshina

Psycho Pass- Nobuchika Ginoza, Shinya Kogami

Tokyo Revengers- Takashi Mitsuya, Shuji Hanma, Chifuyu Matsuno

Some Characters I Kin (HEAVILY):

Atsushi (BSD)

Maki (JJK)

Ango (BSD)

Oda (BSD)

Younger Geto (JJK)

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"People need to be told they're worthy of being alive by someone else, or they can't go on." - Atsushi BSD

“Stop pitying yourself. Pity yourself, and life becomes an endless nightmare.” - Dazai BSD

[pearlsephoni]

Inevitabilities

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Pairing: Shinkane (Akane/Kogami)

Characters: Akane Tsunemori, Shinya Kogami

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: In their line of work, certain sacrifices are always to be expected. That doesn't make preparing for them any easier.

A/N: Written for @shinkaneweek Day 2: timely preparation for future eventualities. c/w for discussions of death and grief. Further author's notes can be found on AO3.

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It was a beautiful night. Kogami was back from a mission, letting them pass an evening cooking and working on separate casework, before Akane abandoned her chair in favor of slouching over his shoulders, her whole body jostling from his soft chuckles as she leaned against his back.

Now they were on the couch, her legs draped over his, reading different books and occasionally breaking the silence to read out a quote, whether it was striking or ridiculous or funny. Her heartbeat was steady, calm, matching the rhythm of his thumb as he drew arcs along the inside of her bare ankle. The soft light of the floor lamp was all that illuminated their books, letting the rest of the apartment be washed by the silvery moon and bright neon lights of the city.

It was domestic, comfortable, perfect. Akane hated to ruin it.

She gave herself until the end of her chapter, then slid her bookmark into place and slowly shut her book. She felt the weight of Kogami’s eyes flickering towards her, even though she was looking away to set the book aside. But he didn’t say anything, simply slid his own bookmark into place and placed the book on the coffee table, before turning his focus completely on her. A silent signal that he was ready.

“Um…Kogami-san.”

“Yes, Inspector?”

She grimaced at the teasing note in his response. “Shinya.”

“Yes, Akane?”

“I, ah…I’ve been assigned a new case.” His brows furrowed, but again, he didn’t say anything. “My assignment comes straight from Kasei.”

Now those brows raised, but still no response. “It’s…known to be dangerous. The Division assigned to it lost one of their Inspectors, so—”

“No.”

There was nothing light in Kogami’s voice now. It was all steel, perfectly matching the sharp edge of his gray gaze. Akane flinched, as though she could feel the edge of his words, but she powered through. “I wanted to tell you, in case something happens to me—”

“Akane, no.”

“I’ve set my journal to respond to your fingerprint—”

“Akane—”

“—and all of my most important codes and passwords will be in there, behind some other—”

“Stop it—”

“—I’m sure you’ll be able to find your way around—”

“Stop!”

The barked word seemed to echo around the room and bounce between the couple as they stared, wide-eyed, at each other. “Stop,” Kogami repeated, voice softer with appeal. “Don’t tell me you’re planning on…on…”

“It’s not like I’ll have much say in the matter,” Akane muttered with a humorless scoff. “I’m not sure how closely you’ve been following the new reports, but his victims don’t exactly volunteer.”

“You’ve survived worse cases. You’ve outwitted smarter murderers. You fought and you won.” He met her gaze and held it, his glinting eyes cutting straight through her walls as quickly and efficiently as ever. “You’re going to keep fighting, right?”

Indignation sparked up Akane’s spine and lifted her chin. “Of course I am.”

“Then what’s with the preparations?”

“There is more than one way to be prepared.” A wry grin pulled at her lips. “I’m not in the interest of leaving you with nothing more than a note this time.”

Her words were closely followed by a small yelp of surprise from a sudden pinch at her ankle. “Good,” Kogami huffed, fingers already soothing her reddened skin. “But I’d rather you didn’t leave me at all.”

“Now now,” Akane tutted, scooting closer until she could rest her chin on his shoulder, “don’t be greedy.”

“Why not?” He gently shrugged her away and turned to face her again. “You already know I’m selfish. Why shouldn’t I want more of the one good thing in my life?”

Kogami always loved to play at being cold and collected, only ever showing the spark remaining in him when caught in combat. He let down those walls around her, but she was still unprepared for his sudden, simple, achingly-vulnerable statements of his love for her. “You have your team,” she protested weakly. Her fingers ran through his messy hair, brushing it out of his face in a well-worn gesture. “You have Tenzing, somewhere in the world. You have others who care about you.”

“Not like you.”

“Not like me,” she relented. Her hand drifted from his hair to rest against his cheek. “You’re listed as my next of kin, so…if anything does happen”—her fingers lightly pressed to his lips, holding back his protests—“you’ll gain possession of my things, apart from a few things I’ll leave for some others.” It was her turn to let a teasing note slip into her words, despite the morbid topic. “Think of it as my way of paying it forward. I had to clean up your things, so it’s only fair for you to return the favor, don’t you think?”

“Oh, you think you’re so funny.”

“A little bit, yeah.” She was ready for his nip at her fingers, though she couldn’t help giggling at the glancing pressure.

He caught her hand before she could pull it away, weaving their fingers together and staring intently at all the lines where their skin met. Then, he murmured, “Me, too.”

“Hm?”

“You’re my next of kin, too.” When he looked up at her, his expression was newly-solemn. “You and Gino. Though unlike you, I’m not planning on making either of you face those responsibilities for a while, so…wish me luck.”

Akane simply hummed in response before snuggling in closer and nuzzling into the curve of his neck. When he spoke again, she felt more than heard his soft words. “...I don’t know if I could survive it.”

“Hm?”

“Grieving you.” Akane fell still, but she didn’t pull away, letting him wrap his arms tighter around her. “Sometimes I…I think I’ve grown numb to grief, after everyone we’ve lost. But then I imagine grieving you, and I…” A slow breath shook out of him before he could continue. “I feel hopeless just imagining it, Akane. You’re the color in my life, and I…I can’t go back to black and white.”

“Well, I’ve already grieved you once,” Akane murmured, words slightly muffled in his skin. “I don’t think I could survive grieving you again.”

“Hm…that’s no good. We both have to die eventually.”

“Maybe we’ll just have to go together…in a grand, fiery explosion!”

“An explosion? Haven’t we had enough excitement in life? Can’t we go peacefully in our sleep, holding each other?”

“My goodness, you’re such a romantic.” Laughing, Akane pulled back just enough to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. “Like you’d ever get tired of excitement.”

He grinned when their eyes met, a warm, fond little thing, only to melt away the longer he stared at her. “Promise me you’ll fight to live,” he suddenly murmured, hand rising to her cheek. “I want more time with you.”

“Of course I will. These are just precautions, Shinya, nothing more. I promise.”

“Good.”

When he leaned in for another kiss, he was quicker to lick into her mouth, and Akane welcomed him. She let him guide her to straddle his lap, let him slide fingers into her hair and arch her neck for his lips, let him press her close until their bodies were flush against each other. For all her teasing and scolding, Akane was just as greedy as he was, at the end of the day. And for all her intention to fight, the future was still unpredictable. This time with Kogami was a precious thing, and dammit, she was going to relish it with everything she was worth.

[lauv-ida]

Plot Bunnies Up for Adoption (Part 1)

I had a bunch of story ideas earlier this year, but then decided to share it for others to use. The synopsis should give the gist of each idea, though you are always welcome to message me if you need more details.

Psycho-Pass

[Post-Psycho-Pass 3: First Inspector] Akane takes Kougami to her grandmother's grave for the first time. A little bit of sadness ensues; Kougami asks Ginoza what had happened while he was away, why nobody ever told him that Akane lost another loved one.

[Somewhere between S1 and PP: The Movie] Akane practices how to swim at the MWPSB's pool. Her fear of water (due to a disastrous tsunami that wrecked her hometown, which is somewhat near a body of water in real life) causes her to panic while swimming. Akane hallucinates that something got a hold of her leg and the mysterious hand drags Akane down the water. Akane is still being dragged, and she can see that there are corpses at the bottom of the pool, as well as Yuki's and her grandmother's.

[Post-Psycho-Pass 3: First Inspector] Enforcers Irie and Todoroki have been holding something against Mr. Kougami since their first meeting with the S.A.D. agent (see S3 fight scene at the airport to know why), so the two enforcers secretly have meetings inside the small supplies room to discuss their common enemy's weaknesses. However, their clandestine meeting is soon discovered by their superiors (Inspectors Arata and Kei), and Irie finds out that it's not just him and Todoroki who have been craving for revenge. Thus, the "Coalition Against Kougami Effing Shinya" (C.A.K.E.S.) is formed and everyone in Division One (Sho is forced to participate, Mao doesn't give a damn, Mika is weirdly passionate about it, and Akane just laughs and observes) to beat MOFA's SAD agents in the upcoming Annual Inter-Ministerial Staring Competition. Yes, a staring contest is considered a legitimate sport in the Psycho-Pass universe. Trust.

[psychosimp17]

Just posted the beginning of the SEQUEL to my fanfic "Ending the Omnipotence Paradox" over on Ao3!

We're shifting gears on this one to follow Akane after her release from Tokorozawa and diving into her new role at the PSB. 🩵 #postFirstInspector #angst101 #dualPOV #itscomplicated #AUCanonDivergence #thisisntalovetriangle #buckleup #adultsituationsahead

[psychopasss4]

ShinKane's daughter 😍💕

If Akane and Kougami-san would have 1 daughter. I can picture this kid as her 😘🤌🏻❤️

Proud Daddo and Waifu 🤭🤗🥰

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[meli-r]

Psycho Pass: Colorful World, Ch. 27

Chapter: Wattpad | AO3

Note: Tumblr is breaking the format, so I will only extract a part of the chapter that does not use italics.

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The sound of the office door sliding open automatically broke the silence, followed by the distinct tapping of derby shoes. The inspector's face wore a solemn expression as she strode into Kasei's office. For a brief moment, their eyes met as if by instinct. Undeterred, she continued to walk forward, closing the distance between them. Finally, she halted in front of Kasei's white desk.

Her gaze was immediately drawn to the holographic backdrop that adorned the room. Against the walls, a mesmerizing landscape unfolded before her eyes. It depicted a distant castle perched upon a hill, shrouded in an ethereal mist. Towering evergreen trees enveloped the castle, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers, creating an atmosphere of eerie enchantment.

The castle itself stood as a testament to Gothic grandeur. Its spires pierced the sky, casting elongated shadows upon the landscape below. The intricate stonework, adorned with delicate tracery and ornate carvings, evoked a sense of both mystery and artistry. The castle's figure, silhouetted against a foreboding gray sky, seemed to possess a brooding presence, as if harboring ancient secrets within its walls.

As she absorbed the scene, she could not help but open her eyes wider. The combination of the hauntingly beautiful landscape and the imposing castle triggered a sense of unease, as if she had stumbled upon a place where reality and fantasy converged. It was a visual reminder of the duality that resided within the psyche of the enigmatic woman who inhabited this office.

“You saved me time by scheduling this meeting and waiting for me during my absence. I see that the medical results were positive and that your psycho pass is stable. Your job causes you great emotional and psychological strain, as you are forced to immerse yourself in the minds of criminals in order to catch them. Not surprisingly, as a result, you suffer from migraines and headaches that you probably try to relieve with aspirin. Need I mention that lack of sleep and alcohol may also contribute to your headaches, Inspector Takahashi?”

“I never said I had them.”

“Your pocket is not empty,” Kasei narrowed her eyes, causing her to frown and adjust the long black coat over her dark brown shirt. “Have they worsened lately?” 

“No.”

Kasei studied her with penetrating eyes. Then she turned her head to one of the two large screens on the side of her desk and typed on the keyboard, which turned on automatically by proximity detection. The sound of the keys echoed through the room. One of the screens lit up, slid to the center of the desk and swiveled so that the inspector could lower her head and see it as a hologram in front of her.

“You may have a healthy psycho pass, but I can see through it. I am intrigued by how it reduces in stressful situations… as a coping mechanism. You may thank this factor that you are still an inspector,” Kasei raised an eyebrow, noting her barely frowning. “Do you recognize this profile?"

The hologram displayed a list of different crime coefficients. The highest was 92. It reminded her of Agawa’s.

“You don’t know?”

Kasei looked from the hologram to her, then turned to one of the screens on her polished desk, typing on the keyboard like a psychologist or psychiatrist taking notes on her patient. Yashiro was unable to see the contents of her screen.

“You don’t remember,” Kasei smirked as her eyes slowly widened, crossing one leg over the other and clasping her hands together on her thigh.

“Remember what?” Yashiro asked, making her laugh with her mouth shut. “What’s so funny?”

“The very thing that you clearly don’t know,” she shook her head.

“Stop playing riddles.”

Kasei’s expression hardened. She looked her up and down, “This is a record of your crime coefficient.”

“I find that hard to swallow,” Yashiro turned her head slightly to the side, without taking her eyes off the hologram.

She struggled to comprehend what Kasei would gain by altering the records, or how she could have forgotten something so important and emotionally significant. Her mind raced as she tried to remember any details about the moment she reached such a high crime coefficient, or what might have caused her to forget. 

As the reality of the situation sunk in, she became increasingly introspective, trying to make sense of her own mind and memories. Kasei typed with both hands until small, light blue windows appeared on the holographic screen, causing the inspector to blink a couple of times. The contents of one of them scrolled down very slowly. Yashiro leaned forward to read with an indifferent and unconcerned expression, but a frown formed on her face.

“You were hospitalized at the age of fifteen, but your psycho pass stabilized and you did not become a latent criminal. It’s all in your medical file and your crime coefficient history,” Kasei saw her blink and raise an eyebrow, staring at the screen. 

Yashiro’s expression remained stoic, but her eyes betrayed a hint of confusion and disbelief. Her heart rate quickened slightly, but she remained still, almost as if trying to suppress any physical reaction. She forced herself to maintain her composure, but her body language subtly changed as she leaned back. Her eyes darted away momentarily, perhaps to process the information or to hide her vulnerability. It was clear that the news had thrown her off balance, and she was grappling with conflicting emotions, but she was determined not to let it show.

“What happened in there, before meeting with Inspector Tsunemori?”

Her eyes narrowed before returning to Kasei, but then her gaze dropped, settling back on the information. Kasei typed on the keyboard with one hand, and the hologram slid onto the monitor with a brief transition, forcing the inspector to look at her. 

“I got confused,” Yashiro walked to the side quietly, putting her hands in the pockets of her black pants.

“I have seen you confused and angry, but never afraid like that,” Kasei followed her with a serious look.

“Fear helps me see things… from a different angle. I just can’t… express them so concisely,” Yashiro frowned for a moment and stopped in front of the corner of the desk.

“What did you experience that made you mute all of a sudden?”

“I got disoriented,” she turned to her. “Just for a second. I’m used to fear. I'll handle this one.”

"You think you are in control, but at the same time you find yourself wandering around a crime scene after a hostage has been taken. This has never happened before."

"I was waiting for the ambulance," Yashiro replied in a calm voice, gently waving her hand. Her face darkened after a few seconds. "If my body walks around losing track of time, you’d say that’s a complete loss of control?”

“Wouldn’t you?” Kasei raised her eyebrows, clasping her hands together in front of her with her elbows on the armrests. “I would advise against taking too much interest in a victim's welfare. Tell me, why are you so angry?”

The chief frowned for a second. She detected a subtle shift in her composure, a rare tranquility that veiled her usual intensity.

“I know there's nothing I can do. Nothing and no one can give them back what they just lost."

“Family,” Kasei turned her head to the side, looking at a column in the room. “Ever felt abandoned?”

"Abandonment can only exist if there is a prior unmet expectation that someone will act in a certain way,” she scoffed, shaking her head.

“What were your expectations of your family?”

Yashiro raised an eyebrow for a moment, “That’s an empty boring room.”

“I suspect that room is behind walls too high to climb,” Kasei turned to her again in a calm voice. “Difficult to reach.”

“So are my parents,” Yashiro shrugged her shoulders.

“An interesting place to start.”

“Why? You already looked that anyway."

“I want to hear it from you.”

Yashiro took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes, gazing at the hologram behind the desk, “I don't have many memories of my mother, she was always sick. I followed my father from the northern to the southern coasts and to rural areas like Ogishima for years. We hardly ever came to Tokyo.”

“Always the new girl in the neighborhood, the stranger at school.”

Kasei's voice, devoid of any overt emotion, maintained its characteristic neutrality. It carried an air of understanding, a subdued tone that neither mocked nor belittled. Yashiro laughed softly with her mouth closed, observing the castle at the end of the hall.

“The perpetual outsider navigating unfamiliar surroundings. You never did fully connect with the concept of family nor friendship. Bonds are difficult for you."

Yashiro’s smile faded. Kasei remained composed, her stoic demeanor unwavering. Yet, behind her impassive facade, there was a subtle shift in her gaze as she locked eyes with the inspector.

“Schopenhauer’s hedgehog dilemma,” Kasei nodded and turned to one of the screens. “I am going to schedule a session with your psychologist for tomorrow morning, and I hope you won't miss it this time.”

Fingers danced on a keyboard. Kasei was already looking at her schedule to set up the meeting. 

“Is that really necessary?” sighed Yashiro.

“There are clearly things you don’t remember about your life. A person may develop post-traumatic stress disorder and exhibit dissociative amnesia, which means that he forgets or blocks memories of a traumatic experience. In some cases, the person may experience flashbacks and relive the event, while in others they may have difficulty remembering specific details. This is because the brain sometimes tries to protect the person from the emotional pain associated with the trauma and may repress or block certain memories."

"So I can't handle it," Yashiro raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes for a moment.

“There are other defense mechanisms, including denial of reality, projection of feelings of anger or sadness onto others, and emotional isolation. Many theories explain dissociation and dissociative amnesia, among them the most important current was that of Pierre Janet and Freud with his theory of psychoanalysis. In spite of all the conflicts that have been generated in the scientific community about the understanding of dissociation, today a theory has been developed that is the most accepted and it’s called the theory of structural dissociation. I bet you have read it.”

Yashiro's wristcom beeped. She raised her arm and a hologram appeared above her wrist. It was a notification about the meeting Kasei had just set. She turned it off, lowered her arm and lifted her head. Lost in the captivating sight, words escaped her mouth, "Is that gothic architecture?”

Slowly, Kasei turned to her and looked into her eyes with a serious expression, until she responded, “Neuschwanstein Castle.”

Yashiro raised her eyebrows for a moment at her fluent German, not taking her eyes off the huge holographic background.

“The effects of trauma can emerge or persist over time, even after many years have passed. Are you experiencing nightmares, flashbacks, trouble sleeping, or frequent awakenings at night?”

"No."

Kasei's eyes lingered on the inspector, searching for any subtle cues. Her expression remained unreadable, her features shrouded in a veil of mystery. Despite the inspector's straightforward denial, Kasei was unable to discern whether she was concealing the truth or if her words held genuine sincerity.

“Do you have trouble with aggressive feelings?”

Yashiro smiled and raised an eyebrow, one hand in her pants pocket and the other next to her body, “Is this a psychological evaluation? I'm upset. Not violent and dangerously unstable."

Kasei typed on the keyboard with both hands and the screen slid back in hologram form to the center of the desk. A security camera video of her shooting a man in the leg without even blinking played. Typing again, Kasei opened a window showing a video of the woman who had been taken hostage.

A gunshot echoed through the office, and Yashiro raised an eyebrow for a second as she saw herself on the screen, gun deftly held in both hands, pointed in the direction of the woman on the floor. The video had been recorded by a person near them. There were all kinds of comments about it on the screen. The case was beginning to be reported in different media.

" The next bullet will be fired at you ,” Kasei looked at her, raising her eyebrows and clasping her hands together in front of her. “It was not the way, the time or the place to let those words come out of your mouth.”

“Because I was using an unregulated weapon instead of a dominator and the press would be all over it? I did not have time to think about Sibyl's reputation.”

“I would rather not have to see your face all over the news.”

“But you would accept seeing a dead inspector or enforcer?”

“You are skating on thin ice here,” Kasei frowned and raised her voice slightly. “After your little  interrogation , you should thank Inspector Tsunemori for not filing a complaint.”

"She didn't?" Yashiro lowered her voice and looked down.

“I would not be so kind to you otherwise. Once you finish the session, I want you to continue working on this case. You may assist Division 2 on others, but this is going to be your priority. I hope that the information you have obtained will help you to inform me about progress and not excuses." 

"We are currently working to identify one of the accomplices who possibly helped Agawa escape."

Kasei nodded and looked away, "What a disappointment… two divisions and he still managed to escape.”

“Perhaps the chances would have increased had we known the truth.”

"The truth?" Kasei blinked and looked at her again.

“You went too far,” Yashiro’s voice carried a calm and cold tone as she spoke.

There was a sense of detachment in her voice, as if she were merely reminding the chief of a fact rather than reprimanding her.

“I don't know what you mean,” Kasei responded slowly, swiveling in her chair and looking away with one leg over the other.

“Agawa Hajime. You knew about his psycho pass,” Yashiro gently waved her hand. “It was under 100—not over 250.”

“That is certainly not possible. Either your dominator was malfunctioning, or your mind is starting to separate from reality.”

“Are you trying to gaslight me?” Yashiro frowned for a moment. 

Kasei gave her a sidelong glance, “That is not an officially recognized clinical term in psychology, but a colloquial term. However, the concepts behind gaslighting are studied because of emotional manipulation, such as making someone question their own sanity, memories, or perception of reality. You do not strike me as a girl who can be gaslighted so easily. Tell me, why did you not tell your division that your dominator was not able to deem him a latent criminal?”

“I thought you would want to evaluate the contents of my report first. You said I should always consult before making a decision,” Yashiro put her hand in her free pants pocket.

“I like good liars,” Kasei nodded, causing the inspector to smirk and turn her head to the side for a second. “I do not know if you are lying to me, for me, or both, but we will see. Normally, this information would not be available to someone of your rank, but you deserve to be rewarded for your discovery.”

Kasei moved her hand closer to the keyboard, typing on it, so that one of the two monitors on the side of the desk loaded information, and lit up for a second until the screen scrolled horizontally in front of her, with a brief rotation. Yashiro's eyes widened as an image of Agawa Hajime entering the mall docked on the screen, and updated in half a second with a different crime coefficient than what had been originally reported.

88.

“You hijacked the surveillance footage," Yashiro’s voice echoed. “It could have been a valuable resource.”

“For you, perhaps," Kasei frowned for a moment. “Despite having a great deal of evidence on his crimes, the dominators do not react to Agawa Hajime because his crime coefficient does not exceed the regulation limit. Under normal circumstances it’s on the edge that separates a citizen from a latent criminal, and only extreme violence can raise it, albeit to unusually low levels for someone with his criminal psychology. It’s a rare phenomenon, yet a possible one. Cases involving borderline criminality are unusual in people of his age.”

“Borderline...” Yashiro whispered, fixing her eyes on the desk. 

“That is merely an unofficial way of addressing it, as there is no recognized clinical term,” Kasei pointed out.

“Is it related to borderline personality disorder?”

“Some patients who were identified with this abnormal pattern in their crime coefficients suffered from this disorder, hence the name. However, they are not the rule. The name describes more the ability to be both a latent criminal and a normal citizen at different time intervals. Other people prone to developing it are those with bipolar disorder, schizotypal personality disorder, schizophrenia or a dangerous combination of these.”

“Are you saying that… there are cases where the result of a person’s cymatic scan does not match their criminal psychology?” Yashiro raised her eyebrows, looking at her.

“Isn't that what you've been researching, like when you interviewed Miyake?”

“This is different,” Yashiro responded slowly. “We are talking about people who can evade the law by fooling scanners even if they killed a man a week ago. Unlike Miyake, these people are unlikely to be caught. How many men like Agawa are there?”

“The number is unknown and irrelevant, for I assure you that the system treats everyone equally. In any case, his crime coefficient is still high enough for you to push him to the limit."

"And you trust me to do that?”

"I think you are fully capable of the task,” Kasei gently shook her head in a casual remark.

“Well, I failed,” Yashiro sighed, taking a few steps to the side. “It’s possible that he is aware of when he is vulnerable to a dominator, and when he is not.”

Kasei leaned forward, her gray eyes fixed on the inspector, "In order to influence a crime coefficient, you must delve into the realm of psychological manipulation. Have you considered employing techniques from cognitive psychology, such as disrupting their comfort zone and challenging their cognitive biases? By altering their environment, introducing unexpected stimuli, or triggering cognitive dissonance, you can attempt to provoke a shift in their mindset and behavior."

She paused for a moment, her fingertips tapping against the armrest. "The mind can be both fragile and resilient. Find the cracks in their psychological armor, exploit their vulnerabilities, and guide their cognitive processes towards a new perspective. Break the patterns they have established, forcing them to confront the contradictions within their beliefs and actions. Through strategic psychological interventions, you may be able to disrupt their careful calculations and render them susceptible to justice."

Yashiro's eyes widened slightly and her brows furrowed. A wry smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Remind me not to be your patient," her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm, and her words tinged with incredulity.

Kasei's lips curved into a subtle smile, and her gaze met Yashiro's eyes. The silence in the room seemed to amplify the weight of the inspector's comment. Kasei's smile widened slightly, a faint glimmer of amusement shining in her eyes.

“If he were a paranoid schizophrenic, you could influence him to get him to hurt himself, if he hasn't already,” Kasei suggested, raising her gaze a bit.

“He doesn’t fit that profile,” Yashiro closed her eyes and shook her head gently. “Someone who is self-destructive, wouldn’t be as careful and methodical as him.”

“Unless he is careful about self-destruction. Are you self-destructive?” 

Yashiro frowned and looked down for a moment, “Hiding his psycho pass could have been lethal. You make us believe that people like him are not dangerous. Two people from a division could have died today."

"They were lucky you made it in time," Kasei tilted her head a bit.

"Did you request Miyake’s transfer because of his psycho pass?"

“Motive is of no use to you in finding Agawa, especially now that he is dead. But his escape gave us a chance to get closer to him.”

“You knew,” Yashiro’s voice was almost a whisper, as she raised an eyebrow for a second. 

“ It's double pleasure to deceive the deceiver, ” Kasei gently waved her right hand, elbow resting on the armrest, opening her palm.

Yashiro was not sure whether she was talking about Agawa or her.

“You wanted me to go after Miyake.”

“I was curious what you would do,” Kasei closed her eyes and stood up.

“Am I that predictable?” Yashiro sighed with a faint smile.

“Not in the slightest,” the chief walked past the desk. “As you know, the Sibyl System evaluates individuals' crime coefficients to determine their propensity for committing crimes. People with high crime coefficients are considered potential threats and are closely monitored or even apprehended. Therefore, the system aims to create a predictable and safe society by keeping individuals' emotions, thoughts and behavior under control. Psychology and behavioral sciences aim to understand and explain patterns and tendencies, but there are always exceptions and individual variations that can't be fully anticipated.

“Human behavior is multifaceted, and individuals have the capacity to make choices and act in unpredictable ways, challenging the notion of predictability. Agawa represents an exception, as his actions are driven by personal agency. While the majority of the population may exhibit predictable behavior due to the influence of the system, some are able to deviate from expected norms and disrupt the societal order. Their actions demonstrate that complete predictability of human behavior is not absolute, and that individuals can still make choices and act independently, even in a system designed to control and regulate them.”

“Black swans."

Kasei blinked and looked at her, silent for a couple of seconds until she responded, “Yes, that is correct. I am impressed.”

In psychology, black swans refer to highly improbable events or outliers that have significant impacts and are often unforeseen. The Sibyl System attempts to create a controlled and predictable society by monitoring and regulating individuals' psychological states. However, individuals like Agawa, who possess low crime coefficients despite engaging in criminal activities, can be seen as black swans within this system. They defy the expectations and predictions of the Sibyl System, as their true nature and intentions remain hidden and undetected.

The emergence of individuals like Agawa challenges the idea that the Sibyl System can completely predict and control human behavior. It highlights the limitations of relying solely on external measurements and indicators, such as crime coefficients, to understand the complexities of human psychology. Black swans represent the unpredictable and unexpected aspects of human nature that can disrupt the equilibrium of society and expose flaws in the system's attempts at control.

In essence, the presence of individuals like Agawa serves as a reminder that despite sophisticated systems of surveillance and control, human behavior and motivations can still defy expectations and give rise to unforeseen events and outcomes. It underscores the need to acknowledge the inherent complexity and unpredictability of human nature in psychological and sociological analyses. 

Yashiro thought that the theory of reasoned action could be related in the context of understanding and predicting human behavior. People’s actions and decisions are influenced by their attitudes and subjective norms, which are shaped by the system.

In TRA, attitudes play a significant role in determining behavioral intentions. Similarly, individuals' attitudes towards the system and its principles can influence their behavioral intentions. People who strongly believe in the effectiveness and necessity of the Sibyl System may be more inclined to conform to its rules and regulations.

Subjective norms, which encompass social pressures and expectations, are also relevant in both TRA and current society. The subjective norms are heavily influenced by the Sibyl System. People may feel pressured to comply with the system's standards, and conform to societal expectations to maintain a favorable crime coefficient.

By applying that theory, one could analyze how attitudes and subjective norms shape people’s behavioral intentions and subsequent actions. It provides a framework to understand the psychological mechanisms underlying their decision-making processes and the role of social influences in their behavior within the context of the society governed by the Sibyl System. Yashiro frowned for a second and looked up, averting her thoughts. Kasei was watching her with a serious and serene face, as if aware of what she was thinking.

“Your interest in them justifies risking the life of an inspector and enforcer?” Yashiro asked in a soft voice.

“It justifies  everything .”

Despite Yashiro's usual composed nature, her expression froze momentarily, and a flicker of disbelief passed through her eyes. It was as if time had stood still for a brief moment, registering the weight of Kasei's words and the implications they carried.

Her body tensed imperceptibly, her heartbeat momentarily quickened, and her breath caught slightly. However, Yashiro regained her composure, concealing her inner turmoil beneath a stoic facade. Her eyes, which had widened for a moment, narrowed back to their usual sharpness, reflecting a mix of determination and underlying skepticism.

Though she remained silent, her controlled reaction hinted at a profound conflict within her. The realization that Kasei, who represented the system she served, indirectly condoned heinous acts if they served Sibyl's interests, created a palpable tension in Yashiro's demeanor. She was not surprised by her words, but by the confidence with which she uttered them in front of her, revealing her true nature.

In that brief moment, a crack formed in the facade of Yashiro's unwavering stoicism, exposing a flicker of vulnerability that only a discerning observer would catch. It was a subtle yet profound reaction, showcasing the internal struggle between her dedication to her duty, and the growing realization that the system was an absolute entwined within the world she inhabited.

“How many have died because of Sibyl’s actions?”

“Such is the price of freedom,” Kasei responded with ease, standing in front of the desk.

Freedom for whom and at whose expense, Yashiro thought automatically. She smiled, lifting her head slightly, and then her expression darkened again. The weight of those words echoed in her mind. A surge of conflicting emotions washed over her, intermingling with her unwavering resolve. The notion that Sibyl's pursuit of security and order came at the cost of individual liberties struck a dissonant chord within her. It was a stark reminder that the boundaries of justice and morality had blurred within society.

Yashiro's icy facade faltered momentarily as her piercing gaze locked with Kasei's. Behind her impassive expression, a flicker of rebellion smoldered, questioning the inherent flaws of a system that deemed itself infallible. She contemplated the consequences of a world where sacrifices were made for the illusion of security. The irony was not lost on her—a system that claimed to protect its citizens by imposing its own brand of justice, yet concealed a dark underbelly of arbitrary judgments.

“You see, people don't like to think,” Kasei approached her slowly. 

“I think it’s a basic rule,” Yashiro stepped aside, turned around and walked beside her to the black couches, sitting on the one opposite her with one leg over the other, and her hands clasped together on her thigh.

“Then you must know that the bigger their problems are, the less. However, since they still have a little dignity left, they always know they have to do it, and that gives them a sense of guilt. For that reason, they will follow and vote for whoever offers them a justification and the means not to do so, and makes a virtue out of what they know to be their defect. While in the beginning the Sibyl System did not cover all aspects of human life, public acceptance was not so much due to the reduction of the crime rate in the country, but to the conveniences it offered for people's private lives.”

“Just because the majority approves of it or it serves a seemingly noble cause doesn’t mean it’s good.”

“ Good  is a matter of perspective, my dear,” Kasei waved her hand in a soft voice, crossing one leg over the other. "You don’t understand the concept of value. You can’t divorce value from the valuer. If something is good or bad you must answer two questions: good for whom and for what? Value does not exist in reality. Only individuals ascribe value to things.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?” Yashiro sighed, looking away.

“Because you can handle it. The way the others can't. They need Sibyl. You don’t. You never did. You’re beyond that. Do you know what that makes you? Either a singular friend or a Trojan horse.”

“Were there other inspectors or employees who found out about Agawa’s ability?”

“Some. We have already taken care of them.”

Yashiro met people within the bureau who doubted certain standard procedures, or even the system itself. Not only enforcers. Analysts, engineers and cybersecurity employees were mostly among them.

“The truth is, there are rumors that more and more people have been questioning the order of this society. Even CID personnel,” Kasei contemplated a column in the room behind the inspector and then looked at her. “Funny... isn’t it? You do something to the people around you. Which makes me think you are more than a profiler and inspector. They see you as a spiritual mentor.”

Yashiro’s lip twitched slightly for a second, “They shouldn't. That's not me.”

“And yet people are influenced by your words and actions. They look up to you to the point of mirroring your attitude. You know exactly what to say to point out their greatest virtues and flaws. It may not be intentional, but you draw people in. Much like Agawa Hajime.” 

As Yashiro's body tensed, she pressed her lips together in a tight line, her eyes narrowing slightly. Without meeting Kasei's gaze, she subtly shifted her focus, as if trying to control her rising emotions. Kasei looked at her, a faint smile playing on her lips, relishing the effect her words had on Yashiro.

“You are not unlike this killer. Same hobbies, same worldview. I wouldn’t be surprised if you also possess similar talents and character traits. For years, no one had been able to predict his next moves so accurately. You have a unique ability to empathize with the psychology of killers, but sometimes you also share their beliefs and feelings, allowing you to understand their thought process and motives."

“Do you see me as the same as him? Is that why you’ve been helping me analyze him?”

“I am not helping you analyze Agawa,” Kasei looked her up and down for a moment. “I am analyzing your perception of him. It may help you better know yourself. Sometimes, people project onto others what they see as their flaws. Have you considered that the unwanted or unacceptable thoughts, feelings or traits you see in him might actually be reflections of your own?"

“Oh,” Yashiro leaned forward for a second and laughed softly, until she frowned and lowered her gaze. “Now that's interesting. Do I have a… psychopathic need to murder people? Am I that crazy?"

“Antisocial personality disorder is not considered a mental illness in the traditional sense of psychosis or dementia. While people with ASPD may exhibit behaviors considered immoral or socially unacceptable, they are not crazy in the sense of having a loss of contact with reality or significant cognitive impairment. They are generally aware of their actions and have the capacity to make rational decisions. Agawa is not crazy. And neither are you. Which is why I am entrusting you with his search and capture.”

“What do you want… with Agawa?”

“For now, concentrate on finding him. Do whatever is necessary to bring him in alive,” a subtle yet distinct smirk played upon Kasei’s lips. Her eyes bore an intense gaze, unwavering and piercing. A glimmer of satisfaction flickered, like a glint of hidden triumph, adding an enigmatic allure to her otherwise stern countenance. “Problem?”

“The Public Safety Bureau, and the Criminal Investigation Department in particular, are ill-equipped to apprehend such individuals. Our weapons and equipment rely heavily on synchronization with the system, rendering us ineffective against those who cannot be judged by it.”

“I acknowledge the limitations of our current resources and our inherent disadvantages. However, we must work with what we have and adapt accordingly.  That’s what inspectors do … isn’t that right?”

“Don’t twist my words,” Yashiro turned her head to the side, giving her a sidelong glance. “The current structure limits our effectiveness in dealing with individuals like this. CID lacks comprehensive training and real-world experience compared to them. We are operating under unique constraints. And they know it. We should address our limitations, not sweep them under the rug.”

“And yet you recognize the importance of keeping them secret. That's the real reason you didn't tell Inspector Tsunemori and everyone else in the first place. Isn't it? We can’t risk compromising the integrity of Sibyl. Our priority remains protecting the system and maintaining societal order. If it were revealed that certain individuals cannot be judged by the system, it would likely create chaos, and cause people to lose faith in the system's ability to maintain order and justice. The revelation of such a flaw would challenge the fundamental principles and beliefs on which society is built.”

However, the extent of the impact on people's willingness to be guided by the system would depend on various factors, such as the availability of alternative solutions or ideologies, the level of dissatisfaction with the current system, and the resilience of the conformist tendencies within the society. While some individuals might question and resist the system, others might still choose to follow it due to a lack of alternatives or fear of the unknown. The consequences and reactions would likely be complex and vary among different individuals and groups within society.

“Which is why it must remain undisclosed until we find a better way to make it public to the country. We will decide when and if it’s possible to do so. Right now, it’s a risk we are not willing to take. No one but you should know about it at this time. In your previous work experience you must have understood the importance of protecting confidential and personal information, including customer information, to mitigate data breaches and illegal access to sensitive corporate information. You also know the legal consequences of such negligence.”

“I will not prioritize his capture over our team’s safety,” Yashiro looked straight at her.

“Maybe not, but I can find someone who will. Starting with Inspector Aoyanagi. I wonder how long her crime coefficient will hold up, after the incident," Kasei smirked, raising her hand. "Are you thinking about Inspector Tsunemori, perhaps? We will take care of her if necessary.”

“I won’t let you.”

“You won’t let me?”

“No.”

"Are you threatening me?" Kasei squinted her eyes, lowering her arm.

“I certainly hope so.”

Kasei's gaze lingered on the inspector, her expression betraying a mix of innocent curiosity and surprise. As head of the PSB, she held immense power, capable of making the inspector disappear if she so desired. However, the inspector's calm demeanor and unwavering tranquility in the face of this potential threat left Kasei intrigued and slightly taken aback.

“You are a natural leader. You are smart, discerning… passionate, fearless… forthright. But you should also weigh your own limitations,” Kasei’s voice went from gentle to strict as her eyes narrowed. Yashiro looked down and then to the side. “You are not reporting to Inspector Aoyanagi anymore. Given your newfound knowledge and understanding of the system, it appears that your role as an inspector will gradually shift to a closer alignment with Sibyl. While still maintaining your position as an inspector, you will eventually report directly to me with a different scope of operation.”

“So you can keep a better eye on me.”

“We always keep an eye on you. I just want to have you close enough in case you get the wrong idea to inform others of your discovery, and keep the proper distance from them.”

“But there is another reason,” guessed Yashiro.

"I have observed the impact of your behavior on the crime coefficients of your colleagues. While unintended, it’s a matter of concern, as it puts them at risk of becoming latent criminals. Normally, we would order a thorough evaluation to better understand the reasons behind your influence and determine whether it poses a real risk to the division. Depending on the severity of the situation, we would implement disciplinary measures, such as your reassignment to a less influential position, the intervention of a specialized therapist or even temporary suspension from your job as an inspector. The priority would be to prevent the behavior from spreading and becoming a threat to the system and the stability of the PSB.”

Yashiro lowered her gaze and furrowed her eyebrows. A subtle tension seemed to weigh on her shoulders, only for a moment.

“You have two alternatives. Either you tell them or you don't. I would prefer the latter.”

“Why?”

“You interest me," Kasei admitted slowly.

“Someday, they will start to see that pattern,” Yashiro remarked in a measured tone, looking into her eyes and then at her hands properly clasped together on her thigh.

“What pattern?” Kasei’s voice echoed.

“You interact closely with people who are prone to violence,” she replied. Kasei raised her face slightly, darkening it with her gaze fixed on the small gray table between them for several seconds, until she lifted it towards her, without looking into her eyes. “Under scrutiny, inspectors’ trust and perceptions of you may start to shake.”

She was fascinated by the human mind and studied people’s crime coefficients by understanding their vulnerabilities. Her knowledge of psychology and psychiatry enabled her not only to understand the inner workings of inspectors, but also to use that knowledge to manipulate them. It provided her with a unique position of power and control over others, allowing her to delve into their minds and exploit their weaknesses to suit her own interests. Yashiro frowned for a second, wondering if they were aligned with the Sibyl System. Kasei finally looked at her with a serious, unreadable expression.

“Tell me, Inspector Takahashi. Are your beliefs about me beginning to shake?”

(...)

[fantastic-rambles]

Title: Hounded

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Characters: Sasayama Mitsuru, Makishima Shougo

Additional Tags: Surveillance, Fist Fights, Chains, Derogatory Language, Threats, Threats of Violence, Torture, Medical Torture, Eye Gouging, Interrogation, Questioning, Sadism

Word Count: 743

Summary: After Sasayama manages to track down Touma, he also finds the criminal's compatriot… and is discovered in turn, with unpleasant consequences.

Read it on AO3 here!

[pech2]

Chapter 11 is out !!! Updates should come more regularly in the following months. Thank you for your support

[thedubiouspeach]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Psycho-Pass Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kagari Shuusei/Kougami Shinya Characters: Kougami Shinya, Kagari Shuusei, Tsunemori Akane, Ginoza Nobuchika, Kasei Joushuu Additional Tags: Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Angst and Romance, Angst and Feels, Angst, Love Confessions, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Post-Canon, POV Third Person Limited, Rare Pairings, Headcanon, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Seemingly unrequited love, Love, Implied Sexual Content, Pining, Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Oral Sex Summary:

In Japan, the Sibyl System judges the whole of your consciousness. All that you are, from start to finish, is quantified. A self-proclaimed judge, jury, and executioner in the name of providing happiness for the greatest number of people. With such a place, what happens when a new Enforcer, who's been on the receiving end of all the flaws this society has to offer, collides with a seasoned Enforcer who's ready to make a break for it?

[nyctoaerah]

⋆♱⋆YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

WARNINGS: Yandere Behaviors, Drugging, Abuse in form of ‘Training’, Breaking bones.

PAIRINGS: Yandere Hashiras & Yandere Uppermoons x Reader

You’re a fanfic writer who always enjoyed writing deranged yandere bullshit, and a sadistic one at that — you’re always making sure to make your mc’s suffer just because it’s satisfying, and they were never spared from the torturous path you laid out for them.

Little did you know that your grisly storytelling would come back to haunt you, for you ended up getting isekai’d on one of your fanfics, because for some reasons, life decided to be an ass, and the the grim reaper’s scythe whisked you away to the realm of one of your fanfics — and the sensation of being isekai’d into your own creation was disorienting, to say the least.

After all, the very same fanfic that you got reincarnated into was the most disturbing of them all — your yandere kimetsu no yaiba fanfic.

The atrocious acts you've inflicted upon your protagonist are beyond twisted, like seriously fucked up. You didn't just stop at giving them a shitty backstory and psychological trauma — oh no, you cranked it up a notch by tossing in a goddamn harem of yandere nutjobs. These thirsty-as-hell psychos were so off their rockers that they veered straight into bonkers territory, their obsession reaching levels that would make even a deranged serial killer blush.

They were downright bat-shit crazy over the MC, like, borderline certifiable. It was as if the MC was their holy grail, their reason for living.

Not the cute and endearing kind of devotion either; we’re talking hardcore, stalker-level obsession.

The only one who were somewhat less psycho yandereish was Mitsuri... but then there was Obanai, who was a walking danger zone on steroids...

Every damn piece of that twisted fanfic you cooked up is a total shitshow.

Kyojuro went batshit crazy over the MC because they stood up for him against his dickhead of a father. Shinobu turned into a psycho stalker because she couldn't wipe her own ass without the MC's help, resorting to schemes like trying to paralyze and drug them just to keep them on a leash.

Tengen who thought that he could charm the pants off the MC until he got a taste of competition and spiraled into a possessive man..

And then there’s Sanemi who’s the most cray cray of them all... He practically broke the mc’s bones and beat them up into a pulp, all because he couldn't handle his jealous rage and tried to pass it off as some sick form of ‘training’

And the demons? They’re more worst than the hashiras.

And the worst part of it all?

You were now the reincarnation of the MC.

©𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

𝐀/𝐍: this is just the outline but i think that i’ll publish this one on my wattpad soon after i finished doll smitten, still debating on whether i should make this one a female or male tho^^ +++ this one’s gonna be a harem.

[fl3shm4id3n]

Can u do a Thanos fanfic with a pregnant reader where it’s unplanned 🫣

ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴏꜱ (ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢ-ʜʏᴜɴ) x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Talks about sex, unexpected pregnancy, talks about termination, talks about a vasectomy, a bit of angst, Thanos alcoholic father mentioned, fluff and comfort towards the end.

A/N: Hope ya'll like it.

Masterlist

For some time now, you had been feeling ill. You'd wake up in the morning sick, even smells made you feel nauseous. One time, when Thanos had put on his cologne you felt sick and ran to the bathroom to empty your stomach. Not only that, but you had passed out once too. That worried Thanos. He told you that same day to make a doctor's appointment to see what was up. So, you did. You made an appointment that same day and went. You had some tests ran and you were told that your results will be emailed to you the next days.

That morning, you had woken up and did your regular routine. While Thanos was still sleeping, he had stayed up late working on a song. Instead of waking him up, you let him sleep a bit more. While you were in the bathroom, doing your skincare. You heard your phone ding a notification. You picked it up and turned it on to see what was up. It was your test results. You were glad that you got your results early in the morning. You pressed on the email and processed to read it carefully.

You felt punch in the gut when you saw that in your results it said that you were pregnant. Pregnant, you felt dizzy. You sat down on the toilet seat and just stared at your phone. Repeatedly reading the word 'Pregnant'. In all honesty, you never thought about having children. It never crossed your mind, sure some of your friends already began having their kids and all, but you never really thought about being a mother. But wait, what about Thanos? You knew he never talked about having kids either. His relationship with his father wasn't the best. He'd always avoid the topic about parents and all that. How would he feel about you being pregnant.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice him enter the bathroom. "Hey babe!" Thanos said, very happy to see you, but when he saw that look on your face. He knew something was wrong. He frowned, then walked over to you. Crutching down to look at you. "What's wrong?" He asked, then look at your phone in your hand. "Is it bad?" He asked, now worried about your test results. You didn't say anything, then you handed him the phone, in which he took and processed to read the email.

When his eyes widen as he read, you knew he saw it too. "You're... pregnant?" He asked, almost afraid to say it. "I don't know what went wrong, I was on the pill or... or maybe I mistook it for the other pills." You tried to explain, but you talked fast, almost in a panic. "Deep breathes babe, deep breathes." He said, while he gently caressed your shoulders. Once you had calmed down, you sighed. It was quiet, neither one of you had an idea on what to say. The silence felt forever. Until Thanos finally asked. "How... do you feel?" He asked, while looking at you, but your gaze was elsewhere. Looking down at your lap.

"I don't know honestly. I've never really thought about kids ya know. Maybe once, but I didn't really think about starting a family or having kids. I never crossed my mind like that." You confessed, Thanos sighed, while thinking of something to say. Until he spoke. "Me either, to be honest. The thought of me being a father, terrified me. Because you know. My old man was a crazy son of a bitch." He said, but processed to continue. "Yeah, fucking psycho. Thinking he had a bug in his head or some shit like that." He added, you listened carefully while looking at him. "I made a vow, that I'd never be a dad. Because I thought that I would end up like him and I wouldn't want my kids to see me in such way like I saw him." He explained, he sounded sad, worried.

"But you're not, you're better than him." You encouraged him, while running your fingers through his messy purple hair. "I just, don't know what to do. I don't know if I'm ready to be a mother. I-" You paused, while sighing. Thanos noticed the worried look on your face, then decided to pull you into a hug. You hugged him back, leaning your head against his shoulder. "No one is ready for anything babe." He said as he tried to comfort you. "Whatever decision you decide to make, I'll support you. If anything, I'll go get a vasectomy just in case." He said as he continued to hug you. "What if, I choose to terminate? Or give the baby up for adoption? Or what if I keep it?" You asked, almost worried about how he would react to those many options.

"If that's what you want. That's fine, I'll be there with you during the process. Nothing is more important than you babe. " He said, affectionately. That made you feel better, you buried your face onto his shoulder, than gave you a kiss on the forehead. "It'll be okay. Take the time that you need to think about it." He said, as he continued to hold you. That made you feel calm, you were glad that he was understanding. Sure, they'd be times where he seemed like he doesn't care about anything but himself and acted like the unhinged gremlin that he was, but behind the scenes. He is very caring and a loving person.

[pearlsephoni]

To Paint a (Still) Life

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Rating: T

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Pairing: Gen

Characters: Tomomi Masaoka, Nobuchika Ginoza, Akane Tsunemori

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: In a world that grows bleaker with every passing year, Masaoka does what he can to immortalize the little joys.

A/N: This was written for In Time: A Psycho-Pass 10th Anniversary Tribute zine. It was such an honor to be included amongst so many incredible creators in this tribute to an incredible series! Thank you to the mods @/temporarilyunstable and @/shikkokans for organizing everything! The zine site went live on November 12, 2022, and this fic was originally published on AO3 on June 26th, 2023. Further author's notes can be found on AO3.

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Every good still life must first have a subject.

The flowers on the bedside table were starting to wilt, the edges of their petals turning brown and brittle despite the still-vibrant colors clinging to the rest of the satiny surface. Masaoka let his fingers brush the dry edges, a wry smile curving his lips.

“I’ll have to remember to bring you new ones next time, hm?” he asked.

He received no response, nor did he expect one. These visits usually found him speaking into the air, his words falling on unhearing ears.

But still, he came. There was no fixing their family now, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do…something to ease the damage. And he wasn’t the only one.

“I wonder where Nobuchika found these tulips,” he mused, his fingers wandering back to the red petals. “They’re awfully pretty. I’m glad he still appreciates beauty in the little things.”

A soft sigh came from the wheelchair parked at the large window. The sound drew Masaoka to its side, where he took a look at his wife’s—former wife’s, he corrected himself sullenly—blank features. To his surprise, there was an almost-imperceptible upward curve to the very edges of her lips. The small difference was enough to bring some light to her face, and for a single bittersweet moment, she looked like the vibrant woman he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“You always did love red flowers,” he murmured, unable to resist the urge to brush a wayward strand of hair back behind her ear. “I never would’ve expected him to remember. Our son is more thoughtful than he likes to let on.”

Another soft sigh, and the feeling of her leaning just the slightest bit into his gentle fingers. “He got that from you, Sae.” There was a hitch to his voice, almost imperceptible to his own ears, but the sight of her thumb tracing a small curve along the back of her clasped hands told him she’d heard.

His eyes wandered from her gentle features back to the flowers, the source of her quiet joy. Perhaps he should immortalize them somehow.

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Draw your chosen objects onto a canvas, taking care to get their shapes accurate.

“Ah, Ginoza.” Masaoka tried and failed to keep his surprise out of his voice. He had more success in biting back the smile that nearly rose to his lips at the sight of Ginoza’s mouth twisting. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“No honor, just news.” Ginoza’s green eyes flickered over his shoulder before snapping back to him. “Well? Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

That was more like it. Masaoka never knew what to do with the brief glimpses he caught of his son’s deep-buried insecurity, and the quiet manners it brought out. This, though, this show of superiority and power that he’d put on ever since he entered the PSB as an Inspector, was something Masaoka was much more familiar with. “Of course. Come in.”

He didn’t wait for Ginoza to step in, simply left the door open behind him as he made his way back to the windows, where he’d set up a new canvas and his sketching pencils in front of a chair. He sat just as he heard the door clicking shut and Ginoza following him. “Well then,” he said as he took his pencil back up, “what is this important news?”

Silence fell where he’d expected a curt answer. He looked over his shoulder, and found Ginoza staring at the photo of Sae’s flowers that Masaoka had taken and was now projecting from his communicator. “…Ginoza?”

“Ah.” Ginoza blinked as though he’d been dragged out of a dream. Masaoka could easily read the way he shoved his glasses back up his nose, knew that it was a way to stall, but he didn’t say anything. He simply turned back to his canvas, and sketched.

“…Our division has been issued a new Inspector,” Ginoza finally announced. “She will be starting in a month, after she has completed her pre-work training.”

“I see.” Masaoka finished sketching out the petals of the second tulip. “And have the other enforcers received this news?”

“That’s none of your concern.” Ginoza’s voice sounded tight, and Masaoka almost felt bad about his gentle teasing. “What matters is that you will all know when she gets here, and you will all treat her with the respect that a superior deserves. I’ll have enough on my hands showing her the ropes as the only other Inspector. I don’t need to worry about your basic manners.”

With his face safely turned to his canvas, Masaoka finally let a small grin pull at his lips. “Understood, Inspector.”

“…Good.” Another beat of silence, then the sound of business shoes clicking back to the door.

“I’m sure she’ll be an excellent Inspector,” Masaoka suddenly spoke up, just before Ginoza reached the door, “especially under your instruction. You don’t have anything to worry about, Nobuchika.”

“I don’t need an Enforcer to tell me how to feel about this,” Ginoza bit out, “I know I’m capable of doing my job.”

That was about the response Masaoka expected to get. What he didn’t expect was the soft, “…I’ll see you Tuesday,” that came right before his door opened and closed.

His small grin broadened into a smile as he sketched out the smaller branches of leaves. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”

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Paint in the base colors, working from the darkest colors to the palest.

Akane Tsunemori proved to be a little bundle of contradictions. Where Masaoka had expected a no-nonsense Inspector, he saw the walking embodiment of nerves and an eagerness to please. Where he anticipated her to crumble under the pressure of having such a gruesome first case, she instead stuck to her morals and shot down their most intimidating Enforcer. And where he expected her to flee the PSB after a hellish first day, she instead dug her heels in and worked to adapt. And she did so remarkably well. He just wished that didn’t include her stubborn attempts to understand one Shinya Kogami.

It was unnerving how much she reminded him of both Kogami and Ginoza when they first began working as Inspectors. She was determined to make a difference, wanted her work to be for the greater good, and not just the preservation of Sibyl. And just like before, Masaoka could already see the signs of their work hardening Akane’s skin like armor.

But there was something else. She wasn’t becoming tough to the core. Somehow, she still held on to her sense of justice, still wanted to believe in the inherent good of both the people and the system she worked to protect. Her determined optimism was achingly familiar to Masaoka—he remembered seeing it light up his son’s eyes when he was first assigned to the PSB, remembered seeing it flicker behind Kogami’s smile back when he was still an Inspector…remembered feeling it burn hot in his own chest when he was still a detective with a happy wife and a newborn son.

It never lasted long, not in this line of work, and especially not with Sibyl breathing down their necks. He knew it was only a matter of time before it faded from Akane as well. And yet…he still found himself wanting to protect it—protect her—for as long as he possibly could. If that meant discouraging her from lingering too long on her fascination with Kogami, then so be it. He’d seen first-hand the way Kogami’s dangerous mix of charisma, intelligence, and focus could tempt those around him into the same destructive habits.

“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you,” he told her, only to earn furrowed brows and a small frown in response. Ah, he realized, she really is cut from the same cloth. It didn’t matter what he said to her—she’d already made up her mind. Her wide eyes and gentle voice couldn’t hide her fierce curiosity and immoveable stubbornness.

Well…if he couldn’t convince her to protect herself, maybe he could find some way to keep her safe himself.

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Add details to the foreground and background, deepen the shadows to add more depth. This will help your subject stand out.

The door shut behind him with a soft click. Just like that, he was alone, isolated in his own home—or, cell…he really couldn’t tell the difference anymore—and left with no distractions from the mess he’d just made.

He’d thought he was so much older and wiser, thought that he had left behind the wide-eyed idyllicism that had drawn him to this god-forsaken career. But here he was, down one pistol and one set of keys to his safe house. He had just sent Kogami on what was essentially a suicide mission, and now he would have to face Tsunemori and Nobuchika and all the others, and watch them figure out what he’d done.

He knew giving Kogami a gun and refuge was a mistake. He knew it. And yet…he couldn’t find it in himself to feel any regret. The fool was always going to pursue Makishima, no matter the personal cost. At least Masaoka could tell himself he’d done what he could to lessen that cost, just a bit.

His eyes burned with exhaustion and his stomach burned with bourbon, but he didn’t move towards his bedroom. He instead found himself wandering into the moonlit living room, flicking on a lamp on his journey to the easel that was still set up by the windows. There was no way he was going to sleep. He might as well get some other work done while he could.

———

At last, you can add the final details to your piece, such as brighter highlights. But be careful—less is more.

“Thank you for helping me with this.”

“Of course, Ginoza-san.” Akane was growing used to the grief that had settled in her chest like a rock. It felt like her days were a never-ending parade of sorting through the things her loved ones had left behind—Kagari’s vintage tech collection, Kogami’s books, and now, whatever secret interest Masaoka had stashed away.

And yet, for all that she was getting “used to” the process, she still felt her eyes sting when she stepped into Masaoka’s old living quarters and breathed in the familiar scent of bourbon and paints. She could see the effects of being surrounded by his father’s presence weighing on Ginoza, and no amount of wry grins could keep her from noticing his curved-in shoulders.

“No need to use ‘-san’ with me,” he chuckled as he led her further into the salon. “You’re the superior, now.”

“I still learned everything about this job from you.”

“Not just me.”

The quiet words pulled her eyes from wandering around the room back to Ginoza. He was standing by a covered easel near the window, holding up one edge of the fabric to peer at the painting underneath with a small, sad smile. “He never finished.”

“Finished what?”

“This.” It was surprising, seeing how carefully Ginoza unveiled the painting, but not as surprising as what awaited underneath. Akane’s breath caught in her throat—she...she knew that painting. She could distantly remember watching Masaoka lay down the base colors so many months ago.

And the strangest thing was, it looked finished to her. The vase looked almost real from how detailed the reflections were, and the flowers looked like they could bloom straight from the canvas. “It looks done to me.”

“It’s not. The flowers, they…they look too alive. They were starting to go brown at the edges when he started painting them.”

“How do you—?”

“I gave these flowers to my mother. He must have taken a photo of them and painted them to let her enjoy them forever.” Something around his eyes hardened, and his fingers tightened in the fabric he was still holding. “He…he had plans and projects and now—”

His voice broke. The next thing Akane knew, the fabric was fluttering to the ground as Ginoza pressed his hands to his eyes, shoulders drawn up tight around his ears.

Akane had never seen anyone in the PSB cry. In fact, the last person she’d seen cry was Kaori at Yuki’s funeral. So she did what she’d done for Kaori: she stepped up to Ginoza, gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and didn’t let go, not even when she felt him stiffen. “Don’t,” she murmured firmly, “don’t apologize. We have to grieve for him. We have to remember him. We’re the only ones who can, Ginoza-san.”

He was frozen for a moment, his only movements coming from his shaking sobs. Then, like a drifting boat in search of a mooring, his hands fell from his eyes and clutched at the back of her shirt as his forehead came to a rest on her shoulder. “...Thank you, Tsunemori,” he whispered, his voice rough from his tears.

“Of course.”

Ginoza gave himself a few more breaths before he pulled away, granting Akane a look at his reddened eyes. “Um,” he murmured, rubbing at the lingering tear tracks on his cheeks, “would you…be willing to help me take this to my mother? I don’t know how well she remembers him, but…I think he was painting this for her in the first place. She should be the one to have it.”

“Give me the time and place,” Akane agreed with a smile. “I’ll be there.”