#we need more shows about detectives doing things of questionable legality

[thegreatmelodrama]

If I had a nickel for every time the CW cancelled an underrated but iconic show about a teenage/YA girl sleuth, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 83 (Heather Loses Her Cool at the Courthouse)

Over a year after his arrest, John Brindleton's bench trial had finally arrived. After squatting in the Brindleton Light, confessing attempts to destroy the lighthouse and with it the local fishing industry, he faced charges of vagrancy, damage to heritage property, and conspiracy.

He risked several years in prison on the latter charges. The off-duty officer who made the arrest was the star witness for the prosecution, and Heather had come to Brindleton County Courthouse to support him.

"All rise for Judge Morrison."

The buzz inside the courtroom dwindled to silence as Judge Morrison entered the room. He did his usual preamble and urged the defendant to stand. "Mr. Brindleton, you understand these are very serious charges against you, sir."

The defendant nodded. "Yes, your honour."

"How do you plead?"

"Not guilty."

Once the trial was underway, the prosecution called Sargent Conrad Gordon to the stand.

(I almost put him in a suit, but he looks real good in his detective uniform and I overuse this look without shame!)

"Sargent, on the night in question, you were still a senior detective with Brindleton PD."

"That's correct, but I was off duty that night."

"What were you doing on Deadgrass Isle?"

"I was with my fiancee and our pets. We all enjoy the sea breezes out there. The station's gotten reports about strange things happening at the lighthouse for years - weird sounds, lights going on and off - and we walked up to the point. I'm naturally curious, but I wasn't really looking for anything."

No one needed to know he'd been chasing ghosts at the lighthouse that night. He wasn't the man on trial here.

"Then what happened, sargent?"

"Our dog's a trained K-9 and we saw Mr. Brindleton jump out a window in the gatehouse. Gord took off after him and he hesitated just long enough for me to catch up. I reached for my badge and he attacked me. When I subdued him, I started to get his story."

"When did he confess to wanting to destroy the lighthouse?"

"After he admitted he'd been living in the lighthouse once he was kicked out by his parents. He wanted to destroy the fishing industry so he'd never have to work it, and also get revenge on the competitors who put his father's fleet out of business."

"And you had already placed him under arrest, so he knew anything he said could be used against him."

"Yes. My fiancee saw the whole thing and gave her statement. It's in the exhibits."

"And what was the state of the gatehouse when your detachment entered the premises that evening?"

"Squalor. There's no working plumbing in the lighthouse but Mr. Brindleton said he was afraid of strays dogs and wouldn't go outside. He said at home, someone cleaned up after him, and he was still getting used to doing it himself."

"No further questions, your honour."

On cross-examination, John Brindleton's lawyer leaned against the desk. "Just one question. Showing your badge before an arrest makes the action legal. And yet your whole department followed your lead without so much as a thought to your breach in duty?"

From her seat in the back of the courtroom, Heather glared at the defense attorney.

"I brought it out after he attacked me and I'd subdued him. It's in the exhibits."

"Your Honour, this trial is a sham!" A grey-haired man in the front row, behind John, shouted at the judge and a murmur started.

"Order! Order in my court!" Judge Morrison bellowed. "Mr. Brindleton, silence your gallery! Your family name got you far in this town, but I still find you here before me like any common defendant. You will not turn my courtroom into a circus."

Once Conrad stepped down from the stand, each side paraded a few more witnesses before the judge left to deliberate. Character witnesses described the defendant as an aimless man from a crooked family. In less than an hour, Judge Morrison found John Brindleton guilty.

His sentence was five years plus time served, and the spoiled legacy heir faced the prospect of prison with fear in his eyes. It had all gone wrong for him; his lack of ambition and zest for revenge both cautionary tales. He hugged the grey-haired couple who'd roused the courtroom earlier - his parents, George and June Brindleton, whose only child was headed to prison.

Heather and Conrad put on their coats and stepped outside. On her way down the courthouse stairs, Heather accidentally ran into Mrs. Brindleton. "I'm so sorry," she said apologetically. June looked at her with sad eyes and Heather wasn't sure what else to say.

"You!" George Brindleton whipped around when he heard Heather's voice and zeroed in on Conrad. "You destroyed our family!"

"Sir, I was just doing my job," he insisted. The grey-haired man marched up to him angrily.

"The Brindletons built this place!" shouted George. "That statue right there? That's my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather Silas Brindleton! And you, a scummy little cop! You made this town he built a home, only to destroy his entire legacy?"

"I'm sorry you feel that way, sir. But we brought you in for questioning and you were evasive with everything you were asked. Beyond that, I can't talk to you about your son's case."

"Conrad, what's going on?"

"Heather, it's fine. Why don't you go start the car so we can pick up the kids?"

"Is this your fiancee? Wouldn't it be terrible if someone destroyed your legacy in return for you ending mine?"

"Mr. Brindleton, if you're threatening me, we could always open a new investigation into the financial activities that really put Brindleton & Sons Fishery out of business."

"I didn't threaten you at all."

"What the hell are you saying?" Heather approached them, wild-eyed. "You want to come after me and our kids? I'm right here! Why don't you try me?"

"Heather..."

"No, I'm sorry, but if he wants to threaten the kids he better believe I'll be in the way!" She turned back to grey-haired George with a growl, as his grief-stricken wife joined their circle outside the courthouse. "You think Conrad destroyed your family's legacy by doing his job? What about you? Your son had nowhere to go when you kicked him out. The last thing he wanted was to carry on your family name and your crooked business. You could never hope to measure up to Conrad if you tried."

"Heather, it's alright."

"The only person responsible for tearing apart your family name is you, Mr. Brindleton."

"Watch yourself, girlie. You don't want to open a can of worms. Fish love worms."

Conrad's blood boiled. Some days, he wished he wasn't an officer of the law. Anyone else could have punched George square in the face, and he certainly deserved it - even before he threatened to turn his fiancee into fish food.

"Are you done yet, George? Every single one of our family's problems can be traced back to you and your gambling." June grasped her temples in frustration. "I'll be in the car, and I don't want to talk to you for the rest of the week. I mean it."

"Heather, let's go."

George Brindleton followed his wife several paces behind, walking slow to have the last word with Heather and Conrad. "You think you know so much about how I lost my business? Wait until you find out exactly what the Brindletons can get away with in this town. Consider it one last gasp before our name fills nothing but gravestones in the cemetery."

Conrad wrapped his arms around Heather and urged her not to respond. Fighting a desire to claw the man's eyes out, she let herself relax in his arms until George was gone. Slowly, her hands stopped shaking. "Is he really going to come after the kids?"

"He's just upset. He won't touch them, I swear to the Watcher."

Heather took a deep breath. "I thought you were paranoid when you got those security cameras. Brindleton Bay's too safe, I thought. But after meeting that man, I'm glad you thought to install them."

"Let's just go get the kids from Mrs. Goth's before they accidentally meet the Grim Reaper."

"Maybe they're safer with Grim right now."

Conrad ran his hand through her hair, forcing a smile as guilt tore a hole in his stomach. Immediately after being threatened by a sorry old man wasn't the time to admit the cameras were meant to address an entirely different problem.

"I'll always protect you, just as much as we'd both protect the kids. I love you so much."

Heather sought comfort with a gentle kiss before they headed for the car, and Conrad smiled for her.

He was already stressed with work and hiding the search for Rafa Bonilla, and now he was forced to consider just how dangerous George Brindleton might be. ->

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NOTE: I need some more deco sims, clearly. I thought I downloaded three different sets of sitting decos, but only ended up finding one set in build/buy. I gather this is how I learn I need to avoid high poly decos? That's the only thing I can think of as to why they're not there!

NOTE 2: My courtroom scenes are nothing compared to @matchalovertrait's amazing courtroom series with Dulcetonio/Dulcetone! Totally inspired by your storytelling all the time, but I didn't have enough sitting decos for a jury so thank you for your talk about bench trials 😂 Saved me this week!

WCIF Brindleton County Courthouse? Thank you to @oimygiblets who found this build in the Sims 4 Gallery and also saved me this week! Newcrest Civic Building by SimJim24. It's not exactly the style of the town hall in Brindleton, but it has a tower and the same brick vibe. Suits the town. I added a founder statue in the front and some deco sims to the courtroom (all from @someone-elsa's Sitting Decos except for the lawyer at the podium which is actually a medieval deco sim by @nataliaauditore-blog) but otherwise left this lot untouched. I'm not sure how often we'll need to go to court, but I like having it for second saves!

[jessicajonesbae]

AKA cuffs suit you

warnings: *** indicates where smut starts; before then everything is fluff. Please do not read past the stars if you’re a minor!!

summary: Jess got arrested after a bar brawl and you’re her lawyer/ girlfriend who’s always bailing her out of trouble but you secretly love it 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

word count: nearly 4k I went a bit overboard 😧

Jess had once again been arrested, as her lawyer (and out of your love for her) you made your way to the station where she was being held. You walked through the bustling precinct and towards arguing- Jess and the detective.

'My client is entailed to legal representation. Why have you begun questioning her before I arrived?' You asked the detective firmly. 'We have reasonable evidence that your client was part of a bar fight last night.' Well, that adds up, it is Jess after all.

'The evidence being..?' you enquired. The detective brought photos out of a yellow folder and placed them into the table, you sat down next to Jessica. 'Are the cuffs really necessary?' you glared at the detective. Jess rubbed her wrists with her hands to exaggerate the pain they were giving her. Your eyes looked down at her fingers, god you loved her hands, they were so soft and felt so good against you... Jess smirked as she noticed your eyeline.

The pictures were of Jess in a bar punching a guy. Okay not great; you crossed your legs and Jess subtly glanced at your tight fitted trousers (or skirt!) shifting in her seat slightly. She whispered a small 'shit' under her breath.

'I'd like a word with my client.' You told the detective, 'alone.' You spoke. The detective shuffled around and left the room.

'Jess what the fuck!! why is there a picture of you punching a guy in the bar we went to last night?' You whisper-shouted to her. 'He was a homophobic dick.' She said with no remorse for the man. You glared at her implying to elaborate; she sighed, 'When you left last night to go back to your apartment because you had that big meeting this morning- you look great by the way-' she smirked and shifted in her seat, 'that asshole came up and begun to shout slurs in my face, which I'm used to you know' you nodded in sympathy, 'then he said something about you which I will not repeat and well I punched him once or twice.'

You touched her leg in comfort 'I'm sorry that happened to you babe, you don't deserve that nobody does; I'm glad you stuck up for yourself, but as your lawyer you may be looking at an assault charge unless you have proof of your previous conversation, then we can push for self defence against discrimination.'

Jess' face perked up, you looked at her puzzled. 'Lucky for you, well me, I recorded the whole thing on my phone' she said with such eagerness. A smile tugged at your lips, 'That's my girl.' You praised. 'Did you have to wear that suit?' Jess asked solemnly, 'Why don't you like it?' You asked with a sarcastic tone- you knew it was her favourite. 'You know how it makes me feel.' She said trying to sound stern. 'Aw baby, don't worry once we get out of here you can have the honour of taking it off.' You smirked, 'although seeing you in cuffs is more of a turn on than I thought it'd be.' You whispered to her.

Jess pouted 'I wish I could kiss you so fucking hard right now.' She stated looking at your lips. You were about to reply when the detective walked back in, you composed yourself: 'I have evidence that my client was defending herself.' you told the detective. 'I'll need to see this right away.'

'It's on her phone.' You elaborated, Jess tugged at her cuffs and tilted her head to her jacket hung on the back of her chair which had her phone in. The detective uncuffed her and she went to get her phone when you kicked her leg. Jess mumbled a small 'thanks.' She may have been arrested but she hasn't lost her manners.

Jess showed the detective the audio recording of her conversation with the man and you were disgusted by how he spoke to the woman you care about most. The detective soon let Jessica go and dropped all charges against her. They asked for a copy of the audio recording so that they could use it as evidence against the man.

Once you and Jess had walked a few blocks away from the station she moved her hand to hold yours as you walked down the street back to her apartment. You smiled at her and kissed her cheek, not once did the butterflies subside while holding your girlfriend's hand on the walk back.

You arrived at Jess' apartment, it wasn't very tidy- as usual- but she had made some effort ever since you two got together to keep her apartment cleaner. 'Are you hungry babe?' you enquired. Jess shrugged in response. You laughed lightly and went over to her pulling her into a hug and kissed the top of her head, 'Come on baby you've got to eat' you told her. 'Mm sleepy' Jess said in a small voice whilst transferring her weight into your arms more. You took all her weight and dragged her towards her bedroom laying her gently onto her bed.

Jess laid flat into her back and pulled you along with her, both of you simultaneously giggling. 'You want cuddles huh?' you asked in a semi-mocking tone. Jess pouted, she rarely showed her vulnerable side (only to you). 'cuddles and..' Jess trailed on.

'And..?' you followed.

***

Jess' reply was to trail her cold hands under your shirt untucking it from your bottoms. Your breath hitched as you realised what your girlfriend was implying. 'not so sleepy now are you?' you teased. 'shut up and fuck me' Jess huffed in response as she all too eagerly lunged to kiss your tender lips.

Her lips were addicting, never once did the thought of pulling away to breathe occur to you. Jess tasted so amazing, every time you tasted her you wanted more. Jess slipped her tongue into your mouth exploring you even though she had a plethora of times before. You both moaned as you pulled Jess closer by her shirt; you positioned yourself to straddle her.

Your hands wondered across Jess' body, teasing her collarbones and neck. At long last you pulled away- now straddling her in your tight fit suit looking down towards your girlfriend who was pouting at the loss of contact of your lips on hers. You smirked and pulled her white top up past her boobs, finally exposing the black bra keeping them in place. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth; you loved it when she wore black underwear and a white top. You were pulled out of your stupor by the impatient buckle of Jess’ hips from under you and the huff that left her mouth.

Jess placed her hands onto your ass, giving it a squeeze pulling your attention away from her perfect boobs 'Fuck me baby please, I need you. Inside me.' Jess begged. Fuck. You loved when she became submissive to you, all that strength and yet she wanted you to take control of her.

You went to push a strand of hair away from her face, she breathed in quickly, 'You know, seeing you in those cuffs ..' you started, 'really made me want to tie you up in bed.' you smirked- Jess mirrored your smirk. 'Tie me up, use me, do anything to me baby I'd let you, you know that.' Jess rambled. 'But first..' Jess started, 'as hot as you look in this suit, let me take it off.' She licked her lips.

Jess swiftly ripped your shirt open, you rolled your eyes at her antics. She begun to unbutton your bottoms: taking her time, teasing you like you teased her. 'Jess' you warned as you moved your hands around her neck- not squeezing just there as a warning.

You watched her chest rise in response, she quickly undid your bottoms and pulled them off, leaving you in a red lace set (just for her). 'Fuck' she whispered. 'Aw baby do you like seeing mommy like this?' you asked in a mocking tone.

Jess blushed in response, rarely did she blush, yet you never failed to make her do so. She felt her cunt release, pulsing at your voice and the way you looked so damn amazing straddling her.

You went to tie your hair up into a ponytail, never failing to maintain eye contact with Jess. 'Here's the deal baby: if you let me use you, ride your toned stomach here' you rubbed your fingertips lightly over her abdomen watching her tense, 'and make me cum, maybe i'll return the favour.' you proposed. Jess nodded eagerly. You bent down towards her ear 'I need to hear you baby.' You told her. she stuttered out a yes, clearly your voice had more of an effect on her than she thought.

You got up suddenly, Jess mumbled a profanity of protests wondering where on earth you would be going. You returned swiftly with some soft rope in your hands. If Jess wasn't soaked already, she sure was now. She immediately caught onto your idea: tying her up. You removed her shirt and then returned to your place- straddling her stomach; you leant over her to tie the rope to her bedposts, giving her a perfect view of your boobs. Jess could not resist, she began to grope and lick them, you smirked in response knowing she has no self-restraint when it comes to boobs- especially yours.

You stroked her hair to catch her attention that you'd secured the rope to the bed, all you needed to do was secure her. 'Hi pretty girl' you smiled in a sweet voice 'are you sure you want me tie you up baby?' you asked Jess. Her arousal pooled even more when you asked for her consent. 'Yes, fuck please do it.' you smirked and brought her wrists into your hands and gave them each a multitude of kisses before you tied the rope around them.

Jess was still in her jeans, as uncomfortable as it was for her- it gave her some friction. She'd gently rock against the seam of her jeans through her pants trying to give herself some relief. You of course knew that she had been doing that all throughout your teasing, and you'd let her. But now, you wanted to really test her.

You reposition yourself to pull down her jeans, revealing the rather large wet patch she had left following your previous activities. She huffed knowing you would make fun of her; but instead you ran your fingers over her pants, giving her the slightest bit of relief. She pushed her cunt further towards your soft fingertips but before she could get any real feeling you pulled away smirking. 'Aw baby what's got you so worked up huh?' you teased. 'Shit babe please touch me, just please.' she whined, slightly tugging at the ropes already. Jess knew her strength but purposely didn’t tug on them at full force, just enough to show you how impatient she was; she wanted to make you proud and stay tied up.

You moved your fingertips up the side of her torso towards her boobs, gently squeezing them. 'No whining or I won't touch you baby.' She knew your rules and always wanted to test you. 'Sorry mommy' she replied ever so submissively.

'Pants on or off?' you asked Jess, referring to her underwear. As much as they were giving her some relief, she knew if she even tried to give herself some friction you would leave her on the verge of cumming. 'Off please' she replied in a sorrowful tone. You pulled them down her thighs off onto the floor alongside her jeans. You were met with her wet, dripping pussy that was throbbing for you to touch her. You couldn't prevent yourself from collecting some of her juices and tasting them. You hummed in contempt as you tasted your beautiful girlfriend.

Jess watched you closely, she began to blush and feel slightly embarrassed. You immediately noticed her countenance change slightly: 'Oh baby don't be embarrassed, you're so perfect, and so fucking hot tied up for me, don't be ashamed' you told her gently caressing her cheek. Jess smiled and leant into your hand kissing it.

'Can you um ride me now?' Jess asked in a small tone. You smirked 'of course baby'. You moved to straddle her stomach once more. Jess tugged at her ropes 'What's wrong babe?' you asked. 'Your pants.' she said simply. You tilted your head implying for her to elaborate. 'Want them off, want to feel your juices spread onto me.' Shit. That was the hottest thing Jess had ever told you.

Without any hesitation you took off your red pants and positioned yourself onto your girlfriend's stomach once again. She tensed her abdomen almost immediately, sending a pulse through your cunt. You groaned as you slowly started to grind against Jess. She felt your arousal pool out of you as you continuously almost brutally used her to get off. She moaned at the feeling of your pussy throbbing against her, constantly moaning out a few 'mommy's' and begs.

You moved your hands to tease her breast through her bra. You knew how much more stimulating it was to touch Jess' nipples through the lace of her bra than it was when they're exposed. Watching her nipples harden beneath your touch, as well as listening to her breaths get faster as she felt your cum start to drip out of you involuntarily, brought you closer to your release.

You grinded harder onto her, using her to reach your own high. A groan left your throat as you got closer but not close enough. 'For fucks sake' you said in frustration. You got up briefly, Jess begun to ask what you were doing, and before she knew it your cunt was against her right thigh, grinding harder than ever. She immediately knew what you were doing- as much as her stomach was stimulating, her thigh was so muscular and just fit perfectly up against your cunt to make you cum. Jess tensed her leg, eliciting moans from you. Jess continuously pulled at the ropes, now regretting her choice as all she wanted to do was touch you.

'Fuck baby you feel so good' you praised. 'Mommy I need you, need your cum over me' Jess rambled. 'I'm so close baby.' you told her. You could feel the coil tightening in your lower belly, cum constantly dripping out of you but you still hadn't reached your release.

This was when Jess would usually help you out, she'd put her fingers deep into you, curling them up onto your spongy spot that felt so good. 'Aw baby you’re all tied up tonight, I guess I'll have to help myself out.' you groaned out. Your hand made its way to your soaking cunt, you pushed two fingers in so smoothly- curling them as you did so. Jess watched you with wide eyes groaning at you as you moaned out her name.

'Fuck baby, almost there.' your fingers mercilessly pushed into and out of you as you chased for your high. With a few curling and scissoring of your fingers, you walls tightened and the coil in you finally snapped. Cum oozed out of you onto Jess' thigh and the sheets below her; she moaned at the feeling throwing her head back against the pillows.

After catching your breath, you moved off of your girlfriend's thigh while she tried to gather herself too. The feeling of your tongue licking up your cum on her thigh brought her attention back to you. She squirmed and twitched under you, feeling so stimulated and not relieved at all. Her cunt throbbed begging to be touched.

'Mommy?' she asked in a small voice. 'Yes my pretty girl' you replied. Jess looked at you pouting, you knew exactly what she wanted but you wanted to hear her ask for it. You positioned yourself so you had full view of her ever so messy cunt, the sheets below it drenched in her arousal after watching you get off on her.

You began to tease her clit, circling it with your fingertips- never once looking away from Jess' face. You watched as her face contorted in pleasure; 'Baby' you cooed getting her attention, 'What would you like me to do?' you asked her. She blushed at your question, shying away from wanting to ask.

Your circling became slower, teasing her reply out of her: 'Pl-please can you fuck me now mommy, I've been a good girl for you.' Jess spoke out. You smiled at her response, 'Well done baby' you praised, you inserted only one of your fingers into her dripping pussy; it sucked your finger in immediately from the shear arousal Jess had.

'Oh baby look at you, dripping wet for mommy huh, does watching me use you turn you on?' you teased. You watched as Jess moaned at your voice pulsating around your singular finger. 'Mommy please more, need more' She whined.

'Oh baby you were doing so well' you sighed. you took out your finger as Jess whined even more. 'What was the rule about whining?' you asked. 'I'm sorry mommy, please just touch me please I need you so badly.' Jess begged out. 'Hm okay, as you asked to nicely' this time instead of inserting one finger you added two, stretching her out more, her walls instantly took you in, Jess tugged at the rope once more- despite her strength she held back knowing how much better it felt to be tied up.

You listened to Jess moaning out under you; you suddenly added a third finger, causing her back to arch in pleasure. 'mm mommy so good' she moaned. You began to feel wetter once more at the feeling of Jess' cunt tightening around you. 'Fuck baby, m'gonna stretch you out so good.' you rambled. Your girlfriend's walls tightened, you knew she was close; she was breathing rapidly still bound from touching you. 'Come on baby cum for me pretty girl.' you spoke, urging her to release onto you. You began to circle your thumb around her clit, juices squeezed out of her in response, you smirked to yourself knowing Jess was on the verge of releasing. With a couple more flicks of her clit, and curls of your fingers, Jess came all over you and the sheets bellow her. You continued to circle her clit and push your fingers into her, gently slowing down as she recovered from her high.

As Jess' breathing began to even out, you went to untie her- rubbing her wrists ensuring she wasn't hurt. You laid down beside her looking at her sweaty face.

You brushed hair out of her face 'Hi baby' you cooed as Jess looked into your eyes. 'Hi' she said hoarsely with a smile upon her face. You reached for some water on your bedside table and gave it to Jess to drink- not her first choice of drink but it'll do.

Once she took a few sips, she placed the glass down on her side and moved to lay in your arms. She laid face down into your chest- her favourite. You stoked her back and drew some shapes across it, as well as kissing her head.

'You're so beautiful.' you told your girlfriend. She looked up at you smiling 'Says you, you're a literal goddess.' you laughed at her reply, 'Mm maybe, but I don't compare to you.' before Jess could reply you brought her into a soft kiss; you gently kissed each other, not making any more of it as you were both rather tired.

'Bath time baby' you cooed, Jess groaned slightly, not wanting to leave the comfort of your arms. 'Come on babe we're both all sticky' you giggled, Jess reluctantly agreed.

You walked into her adjoining bathroom and rinsed the bath then started to fill it up, also adding some bubbles for comfort. You went back to persuade Jess to get on her wobbly feet, holding her hands as you guided her to the bathroom.

Jess stood in front of the mirror and you wrapped your arms around her waist and leaned your head on her shoulder kissing her cheek. She smiled and held onto your hands around her. 'Can I braid your hair?' you asked timidly. Jess smiled and replied 'Of course you can babe.'

You turned off the tap and added some cold so that it wasn't too hot; Jess got in first and you got in behind her. You reached for the hairbrush on the side and began to brush your girlfriend's raven hair. Jess' head leaned back allowing you to braid it.

The feeling of your fingertips brushing through her hair made Jess very sleepy, her eyes began to close and her breathing evened as she became more relaxed. You braided one dutch braid in her hair; once you tied the bobble you kissed her neck and wrapped your arms around your girlfriend.

After a few moments you reached for the bar of soap and washed down Jess’ body and then yourself. Soon enough the water began to get cold; you got up reaching for a towel and then helped Jess get out too, also wrapping her in a warm towel.

You briefly left the bathroom to get a hoodie and some pants each; upon return you helped Jess put her clothes on and then you put yours on. You managed to persuade Jess to brush her teeth, while you quickly changed the sheets on the bed, throwing the sticky ones into the corner.

Jess walked into the bedroom and you went to give her a hug and a peck on the lips ‘Minty!’ you chuckled. Jess got into bed and you went to brush your teeth quickly too. You soon joined your girlfriend in bed and cuddled her: Jess lay her head upon your chest once again and you wrapped your arms tightly around her.

‘Goodnight baby’ Jess mumbled into your chest pulling you closer. ‘Goodnight my pretty girl’ you quietly spoke in return.

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Spoilers for Batman: Caped Crusader

God this show was beautiful. Obviously it's the same main team that made our beloved BTAS so we already knew things were going to do. The brought back the beautiful meld of 20s art, fashion, architecture, and mob scene while also allowing for the modern representation of women and POC in high esteemed position. All of the men still get what my family has joked of as the "linebacker build" with the occasional skinny man for flavor but the women get variety. Babs has the classic batman woman silhouette, Montoya has broad shoulders, Harley has hips, and Selina got an hourglass.

This show goes back to origin stories but reworks them in a way that made every character exciting, even for someone who probably knows an obnoxious amount about the universe. Some characters were reworked entirely like us getting a female Penguin with sons working under her. While some were more akin to their originals like Harvey Dent (more on him later).

Some characters that aren't seen are name dropped such as Harley mentioning that she studied under Dr. Crane, assuring us that there is still space in this universe for them. Honestly, going into this I was excited that these characters weren't going to be bogged down by the Joker. He's a fun character but there's so much focus on him that other characters, plot lines, and stories tend to get rushed so they can get back to their big money maker. Their decision to keep him out of the first season really helped provide focus for the story being told.

The show balanced its violence well to. I've noticed with a lot of action, especially those with a darker framework like the Batman universe, a lot of the violence kind of blurs together until the creators feel a need to keep one upping themselves to keep the story going and create a shock. I genuinely gasped when "Fire guy" fell. I've been trained that Batman always swoops in to save the villain so having him crash into the car after falling several stories held that shock that the grandiose Joker stunts lack.

I loved Barbra Gordon. Her first appearance I was like "there's Babs" even though they changed her look a bit the essence, the competence, and the caring were all there. I really think they did her justice and I hope she ends up being great representation.

I loved that Jim Gordon wasn't all powerful. A lot of Batman media portrays him as Batman's "guy on the inside" that helps cover things up. They portray him as though he runs Gotham. This Gordon answers to a mayor and has to fight through bureaucratic bs. Alternatively, other depictions try to make him a pathetic guy who is only around to flip on the Bat signal. This show doesn't do that either. They really show the work he is putting in to clean up the force. They show that he doesn't instantly trust Batman and that he tries to do the legal thing until he can't justify ending the good that Batman does.

Detective Montoya. There's a character that not everyone knows but deserves respect. I love them showing how competent she is instead of writing her off as the foolish detective that just gets fired. She is an amazing detective and she works hard to do the right thing. I hope they explore her becoming the Question especially since it doesn't seem like we're making room for Robin anytime soon.

Speaking of Robin, episode 8 hit me like a truck. Right off the bat (heh), name dropping "Dickie" and "Jase" and then showing me their old designs!? Then they go outside and we get a Tompkins name drop!? I love that Doc is giving to the community even if its not as a medical dr she deserved to be mentioned. When Steph was mentioned I started being entertained by wondering how many they can incorporate. When Carrie's name was mention I celebrated. Talk about doing an often forgotten character justice. While it sucks that with 4 of the infinite Robins appear by name in this episode implies that we will not be seeing them in a more major role I do appreciate some of the things that will come of this. I know the fandom loves the Robin's, I am a prime example, but I feel like there is so much love there that any mischaracterization would have been met harshly. This also means no active child endangerment. If they do decide later on to bring on some of the other sidekicks I hope they don't use the name Robin. I know that the name is iconic, so of course they're going to want to use it but without the Grayson backstory it doesn't make sense. This is a real pet peeve of mine, especially with AUs like The Robin King where Bruce named himself that without real reason. They have been doing well so far with renaming where they feel necessary or even skipping over rogue names so I have hope.

Words cannot express how much I have wanted a film representation of Onomatopoeia. The first time I saw him on a screen grab from the comics instantly grabbed my attention. I went down a research hole and I have just always thought he was a wonderful, eerie, and compelling rogue that you just never see. When he stepped in I celebrated. I wish we got more but hopefully we'll see him again and maybe next time we'll get to see some of his more macabre work.

The somehow gave as rich and poor Selina Kyle and I live for it. Recent depictions of Catwoman being a scrappy woman who grew up in poverty are cool but I've always felt like they were just a weak attempt at making her more compelling. The fact that she started as a socialite had always interested me. This telling gives us that while also having her live rough like more modern interpretations because of loosing her funds. It makes sense why she's so good at playing the heiress because she is one. She belongs at those parties.

Dent was wonderful in how subtle but impactful the changes were. He was skeezy from the start. He didn't have this golden child reputation that we tend to get from his backstories. Every interaction we saw throughout the series was painted with him being underhanded and working on the wrong side of the law at times even if it was for the greater good. This was great set up to the part that I really love which is that the melted side of his face becomes his conscience. Typically once his face is melted, things are framed to show the disfigured side to be a corrupting influence, the reason he's willing to commit monstrous acts. In this show it frames that side when he's showing true remorse. It is such a subtle thing but it really highlights that he was always filled with this anger. He was always capable of committing these crimes, but the red tape was stopping him. The disfigurement shows that he is still human.

Harley having a darker motley was teased a lot leading up to this show. We heard that they were exploring her back story without the Joker's influence and that got me excited. I was never a fan of that dynamic but I do understand how she was created and the purpose it served. Making her Asian American was a wonderful choice. She's still unquestionably Harley. I wish they would have brought up some of her gymnast history because I feel its too often overlooked. A lot of people think she got her acrobatics from being crazy. They even gave her a relevant conversation to just drop a little comment about that history but alas. I think she was very well done. They gave her the trademark positive attitude without making it over the top bubbly. They kept the clown motif but justified it by having her make comments on the benefits of humor. Her experiments were dark and twisted without being over the top. They made her queer without making it an afterthought to help move her away from the Joker. Also they gave her a real human body so kudos there.

I mentioned this in a separate post but I really love that Bruce Wayne's voice is the Batman voice and that Brucie is the fake voice. They don't go out of their way to clarify this but the fact that he speaks as batman whenever hes alone with Alfred outside of the Bat stuff he still uses that voice. When he gets concerned for Harvey you can hear his voice starting to slip down into the Batman register like he's struggling to keep up the act.

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Hey there! Sorry I was tired last night and didn’t see you had an ask box ^^’. Same question applies though; what do you think was wrong with Dibbles character in the movies? I think his best character portrayal was in Beverly Hills Cats.

Here we go! Again, glad you asked *Takes out the detective board* JDHDH /j. I also like the Dibble from the Beverly Hills movie btw! It's the best one so far. But the problem I mostly see is.... I'm pretty sure none of the writers think Dibble has an important role or they can't include him appropriately in the plot so they say “we don't need him, leave him away from the whole thing”. And he is in the background doing some stuff, being angry. Sometimes we see him helping but not too much so he doesn't take away too much screen, that hurts…maybe the writers think the kids could see him as a boring old man. Or they don't use him for anything more than humiliating him to make a joke (like in the 2011 movie). They don't seem to understand he is not the bad guy either and why he is not, I get they want the whole spotlight for top cat and his gang but they don't always do the right thing (money is always legal in Top cat’s mind even when it's not) and that's why we need the good guy with a good heart! The only one who can counteract this is Dibble, he can be harsh but also kind. But they don't show him like this in the movies?? Why? Acts like the average policeman when being a policeman is just PART of his personality. Sometimes he seems more relaxed/angry and not so paranoid when he should be, he knows them, he's known them for so long that I can't blame him for being paranoid (he said he is somehow married to them, time to understand how heavy is that), top cat is almost the meaning of trouble that’s why. And they can't expect me to not feel bad when they break their dynamic or not use it at all. So much potential….

Ehem, sorry, english is not my first language… there is a lot of stuff I want to write about them and how their characters can be used for more skdkd too much brainrot. I'm really thinking about drawing my own concept of what a good movie about top cat could be like!

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DAY 3 (ROMANTIC F/Os) - Edgeworth

💜 Sierra began working under Miles during an internship. She had studied law with the goal of eventually becoming a paralegal, but initially she opted for a position doing more generic clerical/secretarial work, rather than being directly involved with cases. It was partly because she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to do more than that, and partly to get a feel for the environment before making a decision anyway.

💜 Miles originally didn’t feel the need to take on any new hires, as he figured he was taking care of things in his office just fine. But certain cases began to take up more and more of his time and left little room for things like upkeep and organization. It was actually Detective Gumshoe who suggested he hire someone dedicated to taking care of the small stuff, so that he could focus on his more important tasks. (legend says that on this fateful day, Detective Gumshoe’s salary was raised for the first time in ages........)

💜 For a while she’s tasked with some pretty basic things - organizing files, fetching documents from down the hall, taking calls and occasionally some light cleaning. And despite Miles’s initial hesitation, his new intern actually did quite a fine job - and after some time, she proved to be pleasant company as well, which certainly didn’t hurt.

💜 It wasn’t long before Miles learned her goal of being a paralegal, which he encouraged her to pursue. Not only would it be largely the same as her job right now, but it would pay better and offer her a chance to actually use her knowledge from those law classes. She shows some hesitation of her own, but Miles insists that he wouldn’t suggest it if he thought she was incapable. His confidence in her ability is enough to get her to apply for a proper paralegal position at that office - and whose desk does her resume coincidentally land on a week later but his own...

💖 Before they had established their feelings, Miles once offhandedly mentioned how he's rarely met someone whose parents were both still around. Sierra informed him that hers are in fact still around, and…somehow, they both got roped into having a meal with Sierra’s family - something neither of them were particularly excited about. After lots of loud conversation, uncomfortable Italian generosity, and way too many questions about Miles’s marital status, they decided to never let that happen again (Meanwhile Miles accepts that nobody in his life is ever going to have a normal family/upbringing ksdjfhg)

💖 Even though interpersonal office relationships are…probably not a horribly condemnable thing in the Ace Attorney universe (looking at all the shipping the fandom does between legal professionals in the series dkjgf), they still feel the need to keep their mutual feelings somewhat hidden (but who are we kidding, almost everyone knows they like each other, they just take a billion years to figure it out and admit it dkjfhg) - Miles to keep his professional image, and Sierra because of implications that might come with wanting to date her own boss. Doesn’t mean they don’t have hilarious shiptease moments though 👀

💖 There’s almost certainly a point in time where they have to go on a fake date for the purposes of an investigation/following a case. May or may not include a panicked kiss to try and look natural as a person they’re following passes by dfjkg

💖 They absolutely have the ladder/stepladder conversation at some point. Maybe during an investigation she tags along in:

Edgeworth: This ladder wasn't here before. Sierra: Isn't that a stepladder, Mr. Edgeworth? Edgeworth: (...Why do I get the strange feeling that this exchange is going to become a long-running gag…?)

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I have this idea that I think must have some kind of massive error/problem in it that I'm not seeing, and I could use some insight on it.

Basically, I'm wondering why instead of cancelling people we don't make them _pay_, literally. Of course I'm talking about those cases in which no legal actions can be taken. But it will be easier to explain with an example.

We have Neil Gaiman, who is accused of SA and, as far as I know, for one reason or the other, he won't go to trial for it (I mean, again, I'm trying to make an example here and not trying to be specific, but we know that celebrities and people with money aren't really judged by the law the same way as other people would and victims don't have many chances of winning). We can cancel him, stop consuming everything related with him, and basically trying to not support him in any way. Problem is, in this case (as in many others) that sort of treatment would also take down a lot of wonderful people that work under him and have nothing to do with his actions, some of which come from minorities or are having the first big role. If we boycott those products, as a way of showing our enragement towards the injustice the victims had to go through, we end up with a lot of people loosing jobs/opportunities, while the author will still be ok, and maybe even become a new "martyr of cancel culture"

So, my question is: Why aren't we asking those people to pay? Why aren't we asking them to donate the money they make with they products to causes that align with those their hurted? Like, in this example, Gaiman could give the money made via The Sandman, Good Omens or Dead Boy Detectives to charities that help women that suffered SA as well as give a percentage directly to the victims. No, it won't change what he did. But It will be more productive that simply trying to cancel him (which we all know a lot of people won't do anyway, either because they don't believe the victims or because they just prefer to ignore the whole thing). It would bring money to good. causes, and allow the people involved in those productions to keep working (I'm not talking about the big names. Don't picture Tenant for this example, more like Mason Alexander Park).

Of course, the person could refuse to donate their money. Could make a fuse and consider it unfair, or ignore what the public is asking of them. But I think that would should their true colors, wouldn't it? They don't have to donate the whole thing. They can probably still keep their (privileged) life style with just 20% or the gains.

Surely, they could do it. So, question is: what am I missing? Why aren't we asking these people to pay, in money and actions, instead of trying to block them from the world? We know it doesn't work. JK is still there, making more (successful) products as nothing (she would be one that would absolutely refuse to help any kind of trans charity, making her position even more obvious).

Again, insight is very welcome. But please, _please_, don't be mean. I'm literally asking to be corrected, so no need to be rude about it.

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Can you buy your own lie detector test?

Have you ever wondered if you can buy your lie detector test? With the increasing popularity of these devices in TV shows and movies, it's a question that many people in the UK are asking. A lie detector test UK, also known as a polygraph, measures and records various physiological indicators such as blood pressure, pulse, respiration, and skin conductivity while a person is asked and answers a series of questions. Having your lie detector test sounds intriguing, especially if you're curious about how these machines work or if you think they could be useful in your personal life. In this article, we will explore whether individuals in the UK can purchase their own lie detector test, what these tests can and cannot do, and 

some important considerations to remember if you're considering getting one. 

Purchasing a Lie Detector Test: What You Need to Know

If you're considering buying a lie detector test UK, there are several important things to remember. Firstly, while purchasing these tests is possible, they are quite different from the professional-grade polygraphs used in legal or professional settings. The tests available for personal use are usually simpler and may not provide the same level of accuracy. It's crucial to understand that these home tests should be seen more as novelty items or tools for entertainment rather than for serious truth-finding missions.

Before making a purchase, it's also important to consider the ethical implications. Using a lie detector test UK on someone without consent or in inappropriate situations can lead to trust issues or even legal complications. Additionally, remember that interpreting the results of these tests requires specific skills and understanding, and the accuracy can be influenced by various factors, including the person's emotional state, medical conditions, and even the environment in which the test is conducted.

Types of Lie Detector Kits Available for Personal Use

In the UK, several lie detector kits are available for personal use. These range from simple voice stress analysis apps, which claim to detect lies by analysing changes in voice frequency, to more complex kits that measure physiological responses similar to professional polygraphs. These include changes in skin conductivity, heart rate, and breathing patterns.

The simpler versions, often available as smartphone apps or online software, are generally less reliable and should only be used for entertainment. More sophisticated kits, which come with sensors and software, offer a closer experience to professional lie detector tests but still lack the precision and reliability of those conducted by trained professionals.

How to Use a Home Lie Detector Test?

Using a home lie detector test in the UK requires careful consideration and responsibility. Firstly, always ensure that the person being tested consents to the procedure and is aware that the results are not definitive. Explain that these tests are not 100% accurate and should be taken with a pinch of salt if used in social settings.

When setting up the test, follow the instructions carefully. Ensure the environment is calm and free from distractions, as external factors can affect the results. Ask clear, concise questions during the test, avoiding complex or emotionally charged inquiries. It's also important to note that the person's responses should be interpreted cautiously. Avoid jumping to conclusions based on the test results alone.

The Accuracy and Limitations of DIY Lie Detector Tests

When it comes to DIY lie detector tests in the UK, understanding their accuracy and limitations is critical. These personal polygraph kits, while intriguing, are far from the sophisticated equipment used by professionals. One of the biggest limitations is their level of accuracy. Unlike professional polygraphs, operated by trained examiners and involving multiple sensors, DIY kits usually offer a simplified version, often leading to less reliable results.

These tests measure physiological responses such as heart rate, skin conductivity, and voice stress. However, these responses can be influenced by various factors that have nothing to do with lying, like nervousness, fear, or even the room's temperature. This means that the tests can sometimes indicate deception when the person is telling the truth, known as a false positive, or miss it when they are lying, known as a false negative.

It's also important to note that interpreting the results of a polygraph requires expert training and experience. Without this expertise, the results of a DIY lie detector test UK can be easily misinterpreted. For these reasons, such tests are best regarded as tools for entertainment rather than serious truth-finding.

Ethical and Legal Considerations When Using Personal Polygraph Kits

Using a personal polygraph kit in the UK also brings up several ethical and legal considerations. Ethically, obtaining explicit consent from anyone you want to test is crucial. Using a lie detector test without someone's consent can be invasive and damaging to relationships. It's important to respect people's privacy and to consider the potential emotional and psychological impact of accusing someone of lying based on the test results.

Legally, while owning and using a lie detector test is not illegal in the UK, how you use it can have legal implications. For instance, if the test is used in a way that could be considered harassment or cause emotional distress, it could lead to legal issues. Furthermore, any action taken based on the results of these tests, such as dismissing an employee or accusing someone of wrongdoing, could have serious legal repercussions.

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Miss Kyouko’s Cipher Table (3/5)

They say she's fast, but this was—too fast.

“Um… Kyouko-san.”

“Let me confirm a few things, if I may,”

She held up a finger to stop Yuinouzaka in his tracks, where he leaned forward without thinking.

“Those twenty-five digits—it is a safe combination, a passcode of some kind, correct?”

Sharp.

Had he been too forward in his hint, after all—but did asking such a question mean that the code represented what Yuinouzaka hoped?

He’d sooner not get into the messy details if he could avoid it—murder motives and all that—but it seemed he had little choice. Asking for the solution with his cards hidden was wishing for too much.

“You guessed it. It’s the combination to the safe in the vice president’s office—which I thought Fuchibuchi-san had left for me before he passed. That’s why I asked you here, Kyouko-san.”

Yuinouzaka then glanced at the parlour door. “If you necessary, I'll show you later…it’s a big one, in the vice president’s office. Only Fuchibuchi knew the combination… Oh, and if it turns out to be a clue pointing to his despicable murderer…well, that's fine in itself, I suppose it would have been worth calling for you still…”

He added, but perhaps unnaturally, Kyouko-san was unresponsive—well, it's somewhat better to be thought of as a ruthless businessperson who cares only about the company's profits than a murderer.

“There is more than just my patron inside that safe, I take it?”

“Your patron?”

Unaware of what was meant, Yuinouzaka looked blank—presumably, money—maybe she considered it in poor taste to say "money" directly, but this choice of words was in fact poorer.

“If you have valuables in there and can't get them out, all you have to do is get a safe opener to retrieve them. There must be some reason you can't do this—some company secret, perhaps, that would be embarrassing if revealed? Is this what you want me to discretely remove from the safe?”

“U-um, yeah… Yes.”

He could only nod.

It was not so much fast or sharp as it was unpleasant having his purpose seen through—this couldn't be mere logic.

Yuinouzaka was also an intuitive sensibility person, so he could tell—this detective had seen through him sensually. One could say there is a kind of sloppiness in saying everything that comes to mind in a wild guess, and then if it misses, it misses and that’s all right too—a crude guess, but effective if it yielded the reaction she wanted.

Yuinouzaka was not at all relaxed, but he knew if he was careless, at this rate, with no regard for the dying message, she might deduce he was the killer. He reasserted himself and, grudgingly,

“There’s…address books, in the safe,”

He said.

It was genuine reluctance, or so he’d meant to imply, overplaying it if anything, to suggest he had nothing more to hide.

It may have been artifice, but necessary artifice—reckless as it was to invite a detective into the firm, they’d come too far now to back down.

“There’s little need, I’m sure, to explain the nature of our business further. Facilitating connections between people, a broker of personal contacts—naturally we retain a great many address books, and obtaining those is our primary duty.”

“I see, these books are a sort of master register, containing those valuable contacts and thus confidential company secrets you wouldn’t want an outsider accessing?”

As expected, not having the whole picture, she was slightly off base. Maybe purposefully off base, to test him.

Such a game of horse trading would get them nowhere. Better just to lay his cards on the table.

What's the use of worrying about it now? She'll forget it bu tomorrow.

“What Fuchibuchi had hidden away in that safe were illegally obtained address books. I should make clear I was unaware of this.”

He’d meant to avoid sounding defensive, but this much was true, he had not known.

That his trusted vice president had long been compiling these ‘address books’ through unlawful, or at least legally dubious, means, using them to build the firm’s connections—he couldn't believe it.

As the one in charge, not knowing itself was a problem, and Yuinouzaka did not pretend this could be waved away as ignorance. Right versus wrong, it was plainly wrong.

So he was shocked when he learned of it and immediately confronted his partner—but Fuchibuchi showed no remorse whatsoever.

It seemed that his friend was quite oblivious of the fact that he was doing anything ‘wrong’—on the contrary, he was doing the company a great service with these ‘address books.’ The reason for his silence was that he was doing the company a favor by keeping his mouth shut about his illegal activities.

For the company.

I did it for your sake.

Whenever he was told that, his friend's words were like gibberish to him. If the affair became public, the company was ruined first of all, and so was he—this was what he was trying to get across, but the discussions never went anywhere.

There were many things they could not agree on. The only copy of the dangerous address books that he had, Yuinouzaka on getting rid of it immediately, but the stubborn Fuchibuchi refused to tell him the combination to the safe, intent instead on acquiring new ledgers—now that Yuinouzaka was wise to him, he schemed more brazenly. Indeed he was so cool and confident that he might have been thinking he could weather the collapse of the company once or twice and simply start over.

In that case, then—our values are worlds apart.

The company was the result of the cooperation of them both, and Yuinouzaka was determined to protect it by any means necessary—even breaking the law to conceal its illegality. Even kill his friend.

…Still, he thought he had given him a chance—before bludgeoning him on the head. Yuinouzaka had prefaced it with, ‘This is your last chance,’ and asked him once more for the safe’s combination.

Laughing, Fuchibuchi had not taken it up, though.

Did he really expect he could get away with it or—were the registers worth dying for?

In any case, Yuinouzaka's intentions did not reach his friend—only the desire to kill.

Eliminating the vice president may have prevented further illegal activities, but Yuinouzaka went so far as to believe that the address books in the safe—incriminating evidence—could only be destroyed on his own.

Then came the cipher.

The dying message.

Fuchibuchi’s last minute change of heart, revealing the combination at his death?

It was terribly convenient, self-serving thinking on his part. But the fact it was in code gave Yuinouzaka hope.

Fuchibuchi was well aware that the address books were socially illegal, and that the safe's number was not to be written down as such—It’s natural to assume that when you’re memorizing a twenty-five digit number, you would be encrypting it in some way.

At least less improbable than coming up with a code on the spot as you die is the idea that he wrote the numbers down deliberately, to send a coded message that would not be noticed by anybody who didn't know the code, or so we could speculate.

“I believe I grasp the situation. I will refrain from judging the morality of Fuchibuchi-san’s misconduct. Let’s just say that I will remain unconcerned, as I will forget about it by tomorrow,”

Kyouko-san said.

Difficult for Yuinouzaka to tell what she was really thinking—putting on a professional face, or was she really unconcerned?

His first impression of her as ‘incalculable’ was now giving way to 'unfathomable.’

“With the facts established, let us commence the deduction of the forgetful detective, starting with the question of what this cipher might be. As hastily and concisely as possible, shall we?”

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“First of all, we must never forget that a coded message, whatever its form, exists to be solved. This is the bedrock truth that shall not waver, come what may. In this case we have a dying message, but fundamentally any cipher is a message cast towards someone, so pray keep that firmly in mind.”

Met with a plea to “pray keep” this information in his mind, Yuinouzaka didn’t know what expression to assume and settled on an ambiguous smile.

(A message…meant for me, from Fuchibuchi. Something like “I’m leaving the company to you” or “Now it’s your turn to play the villain”…?)

“Let’s take this step-by-step. Method number one to decryption—in cases when the ciphertext has inherent meaning…”

“It…can lack meaning?”

Yuinouzaka dared to ask, offering a polite murmur of interest—though really, with not a shred of detective mind, he didn’t care for lectures and wished simply for the answer, if she had deciphered the twenty five digits. But, mindful of his role as client, he curbed his impatience.

To which Kyouko-san replied, “Of course it can,” of course.

“So to speak, does the surface text have coherent meaning, or not? Think of Nostradamus’ prophecies, for example. All those attempts to decipher what the great king of terror symbolizes, or who Angolmois represents, and such.”

He was dumbfounded at her pulling out something so old-fashioned as Nostradamus, but soon he realized such was expected of the forgetful detective whose knowledge and experiences were reset every day instead of accumulating.

Completely unaffected by the vertical axis of time, she could only refer to antiquated analogies.

Her views were cut into pieces.

(Each day waking up to a world with different views, what does it feel like…? How on earth do you make it work?)

Such was the way that Yuinouzaka's thoughts were slightly derailed, and then,

“Applying this method to Fuchibuchi-san’s message… doesn’t the first line, ‘the round and square are at odds’ make you naturally think of ‘squaring the circle’?”

The forgetful detective continued.

Squaring the what now?

It rings vague bells, but he couldn't think of it right away. Something from his school examinations?

“A problem that requires using only a compass and ruler to construct a circle and square with equal areas. You know it? It’s one of the three great Greek puzzles in mathematics,”

She explained.

“Ahhh, yeah, that one.”

Despite not quite remembering, he nodded along.

“To be called one of the great unsolved problems, I imagine it's a tough one.”

“It’s been proven impossible to solve.”

The one-and-done chime was met with a lame reply—an unsolvable problem. What's the sense of that? What was the thought of the mathematician who kept trying unsolvable problems when he came across the proof—suddenly Yuinouzaka began to feel uneasy about the really proper answer to Fuchibuchi’s cipher.

“Uh, would the second and third lines represent the other two problems? Um…trisecting an angle and…doubling a cube, was it?”

At the words uttered while searching his memory as if to rip out every nook and cranny of his brain, Kyouko-san shook her head with, “That's what I thought at first.”

“While it doesn’t follow the 5-7-5-7-7 structure of a jisei death poem, it does rhyme and keeps to the theme of geometry, like a meaningful cipher—the writing on the back of a treasure map, or the left eye socket of a skull indicating something. I could just about accept reading the ‘inverse triangle’ in the second line as referring to the angle trisection problem, but it's pushing it to force ‘straight line’ in the third to refer to a cube, I'd think.”

Even if meaningless, a good cipher can still present a semblance of coherence on the surface, she added blandly.

Brute force decryption, huh.

It seemed that some time and effort would be required before the answer was revealed; this was the resolve that Yuinouzaka came to—even the fastest detective seemed to prefer a more roundabout approach, almost as if she disliked rational shortcuts. Slow and steady.

“So, method number two: when the coded message is meaningless.”

“Well…if it’s meaningless, isn’t there no solution?”

“That's not necessarily true. Imagine a nonsensical text with the ‘ta’ character inserted randomly throughout, but with a racoon illustration off to the side—what would you think?” (Note: The word ‘tanuki’ in Japanese sounds like “remove (nuki),” hence the symbol of a raccoon implies ‘remove’ the ‘ta’ character.)

Needless to say, even a child would know the answer that, the difference between this code and the earlier circle area problem is stark. But the point was made clear.

Rather than taking the surface meaning, some key must be applied to transform the text and reveal its true significance—that’s what the detective was talking about.

In simple terms, it could be ‘read every fourth character’ or ‘only read the kanji’ or even ‘connect the first character of each line’ like a kakizome. With this in mind, Yuinouzaka looked again at the photograph of the dying message.

There were of course no raccoon illustrations. Such a simple code would not be worth the attention of a detective.

“They say on the internet, prime numbers are used as keys to encrypt passwords.”

He had said it merely to pass the time, and Kyouko-san had merely tilted her head in response—unlikely not to know prime numbers while knowing the circle area problem. It was more likely she couldn’t bridge ‘internet’ and ‘password’ together.

Just when had her memories stopped accumulating? Suddenly he found himself pondering her.

To speak of it, how can she know she's a detective if she doesn't remember anything? Without accumulating memories, would it not be extraordinarily difficult to comprehend that your own memories do not accumulate?

The answer to that question,

“Method number three is when there is meaning in handwriting or penmanship, not in the intent of text.”

Revealed itself when Kyouko-san rolled up her sweatshirt sleeve.

On the bare, slender, pale arm was written:

‘I’m Okitegami Kyouko. 25 years old. Detective. Chief of Okitegami Detective Agency. Memory resets when I sleep.’

Now he understood; she wrote a note on her skin to keep her from losing herself. If the loss of memory could be likened to death, then this, too, was akin to a dying man’s message.

While her ingenuity could be admired, this message seemed to him to be anything but a cipher. It is at best the most primitive and means nothing more than that.

“That’s not quite it. The writing shows something of my state of mind when I wrote this message. The neatness of my handwriting suggests I wasn’t in a panic writing hastily in dire straits. And the fact that it’s written in water-based ink implies I didn’t have access to oil-based pens when I wrote this… The smaller size of the 'agency' characters shows I hesitated on where to break the line. Beyond the literal meaning, handwritten text contains a treasure trove of information.”

Graphology—is it?

In this digital age we tend to forget, but ugly handwriting aside, there are still things that can only be read in handwriting. That, too, could be a cipher.

Huh.

That is, Fuchibuchi’s message contains additional meaning precisely because it’s handwritten…or bloodwritten, so to speak?

If so, Yuinouzaka was a right fool for not photographing the scene and just memorising the text. Though even looking at this photo, he was none the wiser. The only thing that stood out was the messy handwriting, which is understandable given the circumstances… but to fault that seemed cruel.

Or, perhaps, there was a red sheet underneath that would reveal the true message if held up to the light? Hard to imagine a near-death murder victim would go to such lengths, though…

“Yes, this is the fourth method: requiring of additional physical tools to decipher. When you get to this point staring at the cipher itself will get you nowhere—you have to examine the physical situation and artifacts, not only the text.”

“Oh, I see!”

Blast. She’s not about to suggest they visit Fuchibuchi’s flat and examine the living room where he died, is she? No matter how close they were as business partners, he couldn’t imagine the police granting access to an active crime scene…And he had no desire to revisit the site of his friend’s murder.

“I was prepared to do just that if necessary to cover all possibilities, but thanks to your hint I believe we can narrow down the options considerably.”

He didn’t recall giving any hints. If he had the wit to crack it he would have done so.

“But you did give one. Twenty-five digits.”

“Ahhh…”

Oh, was she referring to that explicit leading question he had spat out all too willingly in his anxiety? If she had narrowed down the range of answers by that, he might have led the expert astray.

In theory, just as his name could be contrived from the text given, so too could a twenty-five digit number be forged by twisting words around. But if that doesn't open the safe, it was all meaningless anyway.

It's not a number he wanted, but the ledgers.

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[korgbelmont]

Part 3

Eric is hired to eliminate a Vampire, but this case is showing a few too many red flags for his liking.

Written in the present tense

Warnings: Use of guns, swearing

Word Count: 1079

Notes: The Detective made on cooltext.com

Fast asleep on his bed, Eric remains oblivious to the moving lights outside his window. But is soon woken by the sound of his door breaking and immediately grabs the dagger on his bedside as footsteps approach the apartment door. It gets broken in and people in uniform aim their guns at him. Realising he's brought a knife to a gunfight, he sets the blade down and raises his hands.

Eric - Okay, who did I piss off?

Man - No one, yet.

A man in a suit steps in, switching the light on.

Man - Mr Eric Willow? Investigator of the supernatural.

Eric - Something tells me you already know that.

The man scoffs.

Eric - This is the part you tell me who you are and why you broke two of my doors so I know who to take to legal action against.

Richard - My name is Richard Dukes.

Eric - The bloke running for mayor? Didn't know you had a private army.

Richard - Private security firm I hired during my campaign run. You can never be too careful.

Eric - Uh huh. You better explain why you're here.

Richard - I wish to hire you for a job.

Eric - Could have turned up in the morning or made an appointment.

Richard - This is something off the books. For the matter of my family.

The mention of off the books immediately puts Eric on edge.

Richard - A few weeks ago, my son met a woman.

Eric - Good for him.

Richard - Except she's a Vampire who wants to kill him.

Eric - Oh. Right. Well now we're in my territory.

Richard - I want her taken out. For the sake of my son. You'll be provided with all the resources you need. I expect it done as soon as possible. Understood?

With all the security around him, Eric knows that Richard isn't asking.

Richard - You'll be compensated for your silence in the matter after. Ten thousand should cover your doors.

Eric - (This guy ain't messing around.) Fine.

With the sun now up, Eric sets up a temporary fix for the broken main door. Outside, a few security members stand ready. Realising that this will be a thing until the job is done, Eric goes over to grab a couple stakes before heading out.

In the car, he looks over the information provided to him, and it's obvious that Dukes has done his homework on his son's new girlfriend. A name, photo, everything. But there is something bugging Eric about this case, something that doesn't add up. But rather than raise any questions and risk the consequences, he keeps his thoughts to himself.

Once he is dropped off at a hotel, Eric heads inside, making for the stairwell. As he makes his way up the stairs, he ends up thinking out loud.

Eric - Okay, Vampire, Politician. Bunch of red flags. Why am I doing this?! Oh yeah, to fix my bleeping door.

He sighs as he checks the papers again and rolls his eyes, heading out into the corridor. He goes to the elevator, deciding he doesn't want to do the stairs all the way to the top of the building.

After a much quicker elevator ride, Eric steps out and goes to the room number that is in his information folder. Knocking on the door, he puts his thumb over the spyhole, despite the fact that he knows the Vampire will know he's there. The door opens to a woman matching the photo.

Woman - Can I help you?

Eric - Hi. Richard Dukes sent me to kill you for apparently wanting to suck the blood out of his son who you're dating.

Woman - I sense a but coming.

Eric - But I have a feeling there's more to this.

Man - Who is it?

The woman looks to Eric, nodding behind her.

Woman - Come on in.

Eric follows the woman into the room where he finds a man sat on the sofa.

Eric - Evening.

Woman - He was sent by your father.

Eric - Tom, right?

Tom - Yeah.

Ava - My name's Laura. I'm a Dhampir. We met and instantly connected. I have no intentions of killing Tom.

Eric nods.

Eric - All of this has stunk from the beginning. So why does he want you dead?

Tom - Because she's not who he picked. And he has some weird grudge against the supernatural world.

Eric - Oh great. A prick. No offense.

Tom - None taken. You're completely right.

Eric - Well. Enjoy your evening you two. Good luck for the future.

Laura - You're not going to kill me.

Eric - I see no reason to.

Eric takes his leave, much to the surprise of the couple.

Later that evening, the soldiers surround Eric as Richard takes a seat opposite him.

Richard - I hired you to do a job. I gave you all the information you needed. What are you thinking! Why does she still live?!

Eric - You wanted me to kill an innocent woman. All because you don't like her. I want nothing to do with any of this. In fact, I made sure of it on my way here.

Blue lights flash outside as two Police officers step in.

Richard - You've made a dangerous enemy, Mr. Willow.

Eric - I gave them the folder you gave me. I'm not who they're here for.

Police #1 - Richard Dukes, you're under arrest for the attempted murder of Laura Bailey.

Richard is handcuffed and soon taken away, leaving Eric with the soldiers.

Eric - Look, I'd just go home, perhaps start searching for new employment.

The soldiers look around at each other and soon take their leave. Now on his own, Eric grabs a toolbox and reattaches the door.

Eric - That'll do as a temporary solution.

The next morning, Laura drops by Eric's office, finding him on the phone.

Eric - Yeah, it's good for the short term... Thursday works... Yeah, I'll be in... thank you... bye.

He sets the phone down and gestures to the seat across from him.

Eric - Sorry about all that last night.

Laura - Forgotten. I came by to thank you.

Eric - I've seen different kinds of evil, different kinds of monsters. None of it was in that hotel room. But last night, it was sat where you are now.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 61

Long Distance Call/Smith and Jones

"Long Distance Call"

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Yeah. Because I wouldn't be driven by the guilt of cheating on my wife to do that.

Is it bad that I can't wait for Dean to die because at least then we can move on to their NEXT season-long argument?? I'm tired of the "we need to get you out of your deal" "we can't do that"

THAT'S where you're wrong, Dean. There IS someone who can (and will) save you. He'll grip you tight and raise you from perdition. You...you do still need to actually, literally go to hell, though

I always love the "I already went over this with the other detectives" that they get. But they always comply anyway...

Okay. I...jumped the gun on cheating. I was a dead ex calling the guy from the opening

I miss when the Ohio plates looked like that...they're ugly af now

Noooo...like, I knew it was coming. I read it in the episode description, but to hear John call Dean?

Thomas Edison's spirit phone is potentially connected to this?

OMG AOL INSTANT MESSENGER??? This ghost or demon is so cruel. Fuck. I hate how it's preying on people's grief

It's at least a new facet of the same argument from the whole season. Dean believing so much in John that he's not even questioning anything that's being told to him, even while he knows there's this whole ghost/demon thing going on....

No no no, don't go after the KID!! DON'T GO AFTER THE LITTLE BROTHER!!

Yeah, the moment they suspected Stewie, I knew it was the other guy from the phone company.

It really is funny how most Supernatural monsters are just some guy with some minimal body horror going on. Like, sure this guy has fangs...sometimes and can unhinge his jaw, but he's literally just human otherwise

Look. Look. I know you're waxing poetic about how scared and desperate you actually are at this moment, Dean, but it's not a terrible thing for Sam to say that he's also going to try his damndest to try to get you out of your deal. That's what he's been doing this ENTIRE season (when he wasn't letting it through the cracks that he's not ENTIRELY Sam, but that's a problem for another season, I'm sure) Neither of you have been much for really expressing your feelings with words..."and me" is not that bad.

"Been On My Mind...": Preemptively saying no.

"Smith and Jones"

Marthaaaaaaaaa!! ❤️ I remember when I was first getting into Doctor Who, there was a lot of talk about how she was the least popular or least liked of the Doctor’s companions. Don’t remember if it was being stated as a fact or if it was an indictment of the fandom at the time, BUT whenever I hear of a female character getting that kind of treatment, I’m always determined to love her. The fandom-disparaged-female-character may not always be my number one favorite, but she’ll always be loved by me

I know this is one of the “weird shit is going on” shows but a lot of weird shit is going on in this episode. Between the Doctor getting admitted to the hospital, the guys in motorcycle helmets, the static electricity…

The rain going up was a lot more convincing and obvious here than it was in spn

Amazing. What is keeping the electricity running in this hospital that is now ON THE MOON

Are 21st birthdays a big deal in England?? I get why they are here in the US, but that’s not their legal drinking age last I checked

Fuck. I really do like Martha. I like that she already has some experience with everything that’s out there, experienced the grief of losing someone to one of the many alien invasions Earth’s had recently, but she still has a positive and curious outlook for the predicament they’re in. She’s amazed to be a part of it but not surprised by its very existence

Ok. I remember the judoon but wtf is up with this lady who had the salt deficiency???

Ok they must be looking for the Doctor, but WHY…oh. Not the Doctor. The old lady who needed the blood of that old doctor. Sure

The explanations in this show are delightful. You can turn up the radiation in some hospital machine by 5000% but it’s okay for Martha to walk into the room seconds later because the Doctor absorbed it all?? Sure. Why not. The Doctor and Gojo could have a lot to talk about. I classify them both as having the power to Just DO That

God…fuck. He treats her so poorly. Kisses her to give her just a trace of non-human dna so the judoon would have to do a full scan to determine if she’s actually human JUST TO BUY TIME. Put her whole ass life in danger

This episode really said the police are useless and only exist to enact violence

Omg Mr Saxon…the first mention…my second favorite is on his way

The effect Donna already has had on him. She had to drag out any details about Rose, and now he’s telling Martha about her without much prompting. Not SUPER openly but still better than last time

Number of Episodes Since the Doctor Last (At Least) Attempted Genocide: 1

Number of Episodes Since the Doctor’s Last Attempted Genocide: 1

Number of Episodes Since the Doctor's Last Potential Genocide:

[translationandbetrayals]

Piracy over Crunchyroll: Why Piracy Hasn't Died Yet?

This topic was a hot spot after one of the latest acquisitions of Sony, Crunchyroll and Funimation. As many know, Crunchyroll is a streaming platform managed in the US, Funimation is known for its dubbed content and Sony is a multinational corporation regarded as one of the world's leading businesses in electronics and visual entertainment, which in the recent time, this group corporation holds the whole distribution and dubbing in the west, a matter that has earned the name of anime monopoly.

But it is a bad thing? Well, all the above means that Sony control a sizable percentage of the market, especially since Crunchyroll is also an anime licensee, and with Funimation, it sort of like they basically shifted every part of Funimation under Crunchyroll corporations. Thereby, this union has become one of the few legal ways to watch anime in the West, and since there's less competition in this area it has brought cost increases and plenty of technical issues such as bad quality, lack of available content and web development, mess in the community system, etc. Most of it being caused by the launch of their famous premium content.

Yup, piracy is illegal and morally incorrect, but this kind of acts shows up to these businesses that consumers aren’t foolish. Some users are not going to buy a product that does not satisfy them, and others can’t even afford it at all. Just like that, it generates that many users questioned its decisions regarding legally or illegally ways to watch content; is an easy move to return to (or just never leave) our favorite free sites to enjoy anime but feel guilty about the fact that we aren't supporting the anime indrustry, so then, what happen with the support to anime studios from Sony/Crunchyroll and consumers?

First, remember that Sony is a huge corporation that’s not going to be completely aware about subordinates of one of their sub-acquirements, and second, we barely can know the treatment of this kind of companies to their employees and the idea of what’s the payment that they receive. It goes like this: anime studios just sell the license to Crunchyroll and studios retrieve a percentage of the profits, then Crunchyroll keeps the rest (speaking from a brief an generalized view). However, there's a lot of controversy about the real percentage that anime studios gain:

 Atsuko Enomoto, known for roles on��Pokemon and Detective Conan, shared in a Twitter space how even as professional working since 1998 that getting paid enough is a struggle. “The fees for animation work are too low," she explained. "Only those who have been performing for a long time and are confident can afford it." When funds were broken down based on Enomoto's explanations of pay, it equaled about 750 yen per hour, which is significantly below Japan's minimum wage of 930 yen per hour.*

Seeing the states of affairs, the best way to support properly the work of your favorite studio, animator or voice actor still is by watching their anime movies when they come out in theater, buying a Blu-ray or getting official merchandise of anime’s you thoroughly enjoyed. 

Anyhow, if Crunchyroll want to successfully be engaged to their audience, they must do it through what they truly need, what they really want to see and what is certainly worth paying (even more here in the West, where's a ton of third world countries). Is better for them to open up to the actual people’s requests, because that will closely involve innovation, global accessibility and of course, a more sustainable and enjoyable franchise.

But since yet this is not the case, long live piracy!

By: Brenda Acevedo Z.

[huihuiheart]

Unchained - Wolf! Bang Chan

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Pairing: Wolf Hybrid! Chan x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, smut

Summary: You knew your boyfriend was likely up to no good, but you assumed it was just a slight drug problem or something of the sort. At least, until he takes you with him, something you agree to only to know what kind of man you’re dating. Only to find out it’s much worse than you think, he’s been helping kidnap hybrids for illegal underground fights. Something you can’t stomach, but you also can’t just do nothing...which is exactly what the authorities would do. So you decide to break the hybrids out before you leave, only in the process you may end up stuck with a hybrid of your own.

Warnings: Hybrid Fights, Violence, aggression, domestic abuse? (an ex gets a little rough/aggressive), blood, slight gore, underground fighting, mentions of kidnapping, drugs, alcohol, betting, mentions of death, cops/detectives, gun fights, bullet wounds, unprotected sex, cursing, biting, marking (kind of, briefly mentioned), clothes ripping, Chan is impatient, and somewhat feral, bondage, oral (f! receiving), overstimulation, spanking, choking (slight).

Word Count: 14,754

Note: The story starts with you and your soon to be ex, it takes a little bit for Chan to show up...once he does though, oh boy....

Taglist: @lovesfaith​ @blessgguk​

Taeho had been your boyfriend for a long time, years in fact. That’s how you knew as soon as something was up with him. At first, you had assumed it was just something temporary, a lapse in self-control brought on by the stress of his daily life. Which is why you’d kept quiet and to yourself, to begin with, as long as you weren’t having to clean up behind the problem and he wasn’t bringing it home you assumed everything would be okay, and that it wouldn’t be long for him to return to his normal self again.

Only, this all started six months ago and it seemed that if anything whatever it was only got worse. He disappeared more often or showed up at odd times of the night without warning. He never brought any signs of what he was doing home to you, leaving you to wonder if he was cleaning up at his own apartment before surfacing again or if he got into something you hadn’t quite considered before.

Whatever it was, you weren’t sure that you could continue to live in mystery. It was killing you inside not knowing if he’d even show up again or if he’d be dead. Or what if you got a call from the authorities saying he had gotten into trouble while drunk or high. You needed to know what was happening to know if he needed professional help or if you could at least talk some sense into him, for your own sake just as much as his. So you sent the text, asking him to come over to talk while you collect your thoughts.

Taeho comes in and smiles at you as he sets his keys down and gets settled in your familiar apartment, “Hey babe, what was it you wanted to talk about?” 

You take a shaky breath, willing yourself to find your earlier confidence again now, “I wanted to talk about how you’re sneaking around all the time now. It worries me.”

Taeho pouts a little, before chuckling and coming over to squish your cheeks some, “Are you worried I’m cheating on you baby? I could never. You don’t have to worry about that one bit.”

“I wasn’t worried about that being what it was.” You frown slightly at how dismissive he seems to be about the whole thing, “My thing is just that if you’re having to sneak around then whatever it is you probably shouldn’t be doing. I’m worried that whatever it is will cause bigger problems and maybe you won’t come home one day or something. So what is it? Drugs? Alcohol? You can tell me...”

Taeho sighs, pulling away slightly to run a hand through his hair, “You’re right, it’s not exactly legal. It’s not like that though baby, it’s not an addiction. It’s no big deal either, it’s just a way I can make more money for our future. So don’t you worry your pretty little head about a thing, okay?” 

“If it wasn’t a big deal you’d trust me with the details, instead of hiding everything from me and leaving me to have a heart attack when you show up at four in the morning.” You counter firmly, not having any of his excuses.

“How about this? I’ll think about it, and when I leave today I’ll leave your key. That way I can’t get in and scare you in the middle of the night? I have to give you advance warning then?” Taeho bargains and you can’t find it in yourself to argue, nodding softly, and letting things seemingly return to normal for the evening.

It had been about a week after your conversation with Taeho that you got the text. The one where he finally conceded to your wishes. Though now as you read and reread over the arrangement your gut twisted, not sure if this was such a great idea. What exactly had you gotten yourself into? 

Still, you were insistent on figuring out if your boyfriend needed help or not, and there was no way you could do that at home without any of the details. So you got ready, throwing on something simple, just jeans and a hoodie in hopes of being able to be somewhat hidden wherever you ended up. Though you weren’t sure if that would be possible, maybe just being with Taeho would draw attention to you. Either way, it was too late to go back now as Taeho let you know he was at your building. 

Getting into the passenger seat you could swear Taeho could hear your pounding heart. He paused looking at you for a moment as if debating himself if he was actually going to do this, before sighing softly and starting the car up again.

“You don’t have to come, you know. Once you know about this, there’s no going back. You can’t claim you were never involved anymore, if someone finds out you know stuff you could get into serious trouble. Otherwise, you have to stay quiet about it okay?” Taeho looks you firmly in the eyes as if warning you of what was to come. You simply nod though, staying quiet and unmoved waiting for him to drive off.

After about fifteen or so minutes he pulls into an empty lot near a metro station, turning the car off and getting out. Gesturing for you to follow his lead as he heads down into the station, one you weren’t familiar with as this wasn’t considered the best part of town.

“Stay close, or there might be some trouble,” Taeho whispers, offering you his hand to take as you go down and into the station, standing on the platform. 

You quickly notice that there’s no station security here, only one or two homeless and no one else. Taeho waits for the next train to pass, before jumping down onto the tracks and holding his arms out to help you down as well. You’re hesitant, more so now than before with your location, but follow him. 

Taeho notices and tries to ease you some, “Don’t worry, the cameras here are down and the next train doesn’t come for a half-hour. We'll be fine.”

His insistence leads you to follow him down the track in the direction that the train came from until you find a little maintenance platform hidden in the side of the tunnel. He helps you up before following, into the little abandoned inlet, opening the door and leading down the stairs to a basement section. Leading you through a few turns until you came to a door with a man standing outside, no doubt guarding it against any unwanted visitors. 

“Hey Jeup, she’s with me.” Taeho nods to the man who looks over you for a moment, before getting the door for you both and stepping aside to let you in.

Slipping down one last set of stairs you’re in a dimly lit large room, the center area spotlighted as crowds form around it. Money and drinks being thrown around. You spot more than one questionable substance in the area. Three men walking over to you and your boyfriend.

“Hey Taeho, I wasn’t sure you were gonna make it.” The man leading them chuckles and claps your boyfriend on the back, “And you brought a guest.”

“You know I wouldn’t miss this match, it’s big and it’s my fighter. Of course, I’d be here.” Taeho chuckles and you feel your stomach churning as you start to put some of the pieces together. “Yeah, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Jian, and this is Ungjae and Changbin. They’re two of my best. Though your boyfriend certainly brings in a pretty penny too, he’s found me some of the best fighters. Gotta keep the crowds entertained after all.” The man laughs a little, the other men smirking. 

You feel slightly relieved knowing that it won’t be your boyfriend who is fighting, but still, you have an unsettling feeling about this. You knew that underground fights of any sort were bad news, your lack of details about these only worrying you further. Did they even have any care about rules here?

“She’s kinda shy and new to all this.” Taeho jokes with the men, slipping his arm around your middle. 

“Well, we’ll be seeing you around Y/N. We have a fight to get set up though.” Ungjae nods before the three leave through the crowd. 

That very crowd parting for you and your boyfriend as you come through, people recognizing Taeho, “ If you don’t want to look then just tell me, but otherwise you need to keep quiet.” 

His whisper is harsh in your ear, yet you can barely make it out over the commotion that the crowd is giving as another man slips into the center area to announce the upcoming right as two others push large covered cages into the area. You feel the sickening feeling in your gut bubbling up at just what you’re about to witness. Assuming it would be some kind of fight between animals, ones you might not be able to look at the same way again after today. 

The feeling only gets worse though when the cages are uncovered to reveal two hybrids, their names being announced through the microphone the man is holding. The names mean nothing to you though, even if you could have made them out over the pounding of your heart in your ears. The crowd seems to love it, however, the fighters being two of the big ones here. A wolf hybrid on the left and a lion hybrid on the right. 

“Chan, the wolf hybrid is mine.” Your boyfriend whispers, before sighing as he sees your frightened, or rather appalled look, “Don’t be like that baby...they’re just animals, not like us. If you really can’t stomach it though, go to the back and buy a drink. I’ll get you when it’s over.” 

You shake your head slightly, not sure what you’re going to do. When Chan looks over though, and into your eyes, you almost feel like you’re going to cry. Leaving back through the crowd to go find a drink like Taeho suggested, knowing there was no way you’d be able to stomach what was about to happen. You also weren’t sure there would be a way to stop it either though. 

You down your drink quickly, hoping that along with the cheers of the crowd will be enough to drown out the sounds of the fight. You’re out of luck though as the growls, cries, snapping of jaws, and bones sound clearly through the room. There no way you could drown that out, or the guilt gnawing at you, yet what could you possibly do? You were clearly outnumbered and out forced by people who saw no problems with any of this. Plus you knew the authorities rarely gave more than a slap on a wrist to people who mistreated hybrids. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realize someone was coming over to you.

“You can’t stomach it, can you?” Changbin asks leaning against the bar near you, “It’s okay, neither can I.”

Your brows furrow as you look at him, “Then why are you even here?”

Changbin leans in and sends you a flash inside his jacket, where a badge is hidden, before moving to whisper to you, “I’m undercover...hybrid division...and I’m trusting you by letting you know this because I can tell you don’t belong here and I don’t want you to end up in any worse of a situation. So if you’re willing to listen to me, then we’ll help each other out here. Okay?”

You glance back into the crowd to ensure that Taeho is still occupied before nodding at Changbin, “Okay, but what can I possibly do to help you?”

“Well...I’m not going to lie and say it’ll be easy or safe...but I’m hoping you’ll help me break the hybrids out. I can’t get it authorized by higher-ups yet, because this ring is bigger than just what you see today. We still need information, so I can’t risk exposing my identity to them.” Changbin starts, taking a turn at checking to see if you two had drawn attention, “I have a copy of the keys to their cages though and on the back way out you’ll pass by them. What I want you to do is break up with Taeho or at least just insist he point you the way out, it’s crucial he doesn’t go with you. Then get as many cages open on your way out, but be quick. Afterward, call me and let me know everything is okay. I’ll have someone check in as protection just in case. Whatever you do though...don’t take any of the hybrids to your house. Can you do that?” 

You debate with yourself for a moment, not sure if you could follow through with what he was asking. At the end of the day though, you’d managed to follow through on getting yourself into this situation and you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. You find yourself nodding again, holding your hand out for Changbin to slip the keys and paper with his number into. Items that you’re quick to hide in your pockets. Everyone thoroughly invested in the fight as it comes to a roaring end. The fight was closer than anyone could have predicted, as the cheers exploded and the winner helped back into his cage...what’s left of the loser being carted off who knows where. Changbin disappears into the crowd before anyone loses interest in the ring and spots you two talking, leaving it up to you at this point.

"Babe! I won! My fighter won! Plus I bet on him, do you understand how much I just made for us?" Taeho comes over and tries to crush you in an excited hug, only to be confused as you push his arms away. "What is it, what's wrong?"

"I...I can't be here right now...I can't be with you....not knowing that you're doing this. I...I need to leave right now and I don't want you with me...ever." You get out backing up as you shake your head.

Taeho sighs and advances towards you, "Come on baby, there just animals, what does it matter?"

You scoff, "You say that like it makes it better? If you were dogfighting I'd still be disgusted in you. Besides the only person acting like an animal here is you. Now point me the way out and don't show your face to me again."

Taeho shakes his head pointing towards the back like Changbin had earlier, "If you go that way it's a straight shot out. Don't expect me to just drop this conversation though. I'll give you time and then we're gonna talk about it. I can't just not talk to you about it."

You knew you didn't want that, but you were afraid of what the repercussions of making a scene right now might be. So you simply nodded, shoulders slumping in defeat as you headed out the door leading to the back way out. Creeping your way through the damp hallways, the smell of mold and sewage rampant but something you ignored as you came to the first cage. Checking around once more before quickly unlocking it and starting to work your way through the room hoping to get them all. You were almost done when you heard the sound of voices approaching, signaling that you were about out of time. Turning to leave your eyes locked with the same pair from the ring, only now they held slightly less life in them. Chan having been torn up pretty badly in the fight he'd just been in. Looking like he likely stood no chance if you left him here to face off what would no doubt be an infection in one if not many of his wounds later.

So you worked fast to open the cage, ignoring the growl from the wolf hybrid as you moved to help him out. You knew he likely hated you and for good reason, you were a stranger in this environment that had only brought him suffering and pain. You could worry about the dangers of helping him later though. For now, you just needed to get the two of you out...and fast.

“I promise I’m trying to get you someplace better than this, but if they get us then we’re both dead. So I’m gonna need you to help me out.” You whisper to Chan as you slip his arm around your shoulders, your own going around his center to help him out. Moving as quickly as the two of you can ignore Chan’s grumbles as the voices get louder and start to sound somewhat pissed, worrying you that they’d caught onto your acts.

Slipping out the back entrance you make your way down the street, tossing the keys you’d used in some random trash can so that if they caught up to you no one would find any proof you’d done what you had. You were starting to panic though, Chan needed help...you couldn’t just leave him. Yet, Changbin had explicitly said not to take any of the hybrids back to your house. Doing the only thing you could think, you used your free hand to try and call him on the number he gave you, slipping into an alleyway to let Chan sit down to rest. 

Changbin taking long enough to answer that you weren’t quite sure he would pick up, “Are you alright Y/N? Is something wrong?”

“Changbin, I got all the cages open...but one of them was hurt from the fight...I think you called him Chan. I helped him get out, he needs more though... I’m worried he’s gonna die or something if I leave him. What should I do?” You whimper over the phone taking turns watching between the street and Chan for his well-being.

“You didn’t take him to your house, did you? They have trackers Y/N...if they spot him at your house there’s going to be a whole slew of problems.” Changbin panics over the phone as you hear a car door close, “In fact where are you? I’m on my way to help.”

“I’m still close to the station...too close I’m afraid. In an alleyway.” You urge Chan up again before he can get any worse helping him to slip out the alley and start away again.

“I’m sending you directions now, to a doctor who specializes in hybrids and a friend of mine. Start heading there, I’ll follow the same path and when we cross I’ll pick you and Chan up.” Changbin says, starting up his car, “Oh and Y/N...be careful. I’ll be there soon.” 

When he hangs up, you pull up his directions starting to follow them as Chan grumbles again making you sigh, “Listen...be as bitchy and growly as you want later, but right now your life and mine are on the line so shut it and just come with to the doctor so he can help you.”

“I never asked for anyone’s help. Especially not yours, so why don’t you just run along now to someone who actually gives a fuck. It’s not like you really did anything for me. Fight to live in there or fight to live out here, what’s the real difference.” Chan snaps at you, his harshness stinging slightly despite you knowing it’s his history with people and not you specifically. 

“I’m not just going to leave you to die! I don’t care if I have to drag you there I will, but I don’t think that either of us wants that.” You insist already somewhat dragging him along, despite him holding some of his weight still.

“Why the hell not? Why would you possibly want to help me? Do you want a little pet or something? Cause that’s not happening princess.” Chan scoffs waiting for you to announce some underlying motive behind your actions.

“Because I couldn’t live with myself if I just left you. It’s not right. Leaving someone who’s hurt...who you can help all alone to suffer and die. I’m not someone who wants you for a pet. I want you to have a life, which is definitely not on the table if you die. So let’s get you your health back first and then worry about any other obstacles to you getting a full life after that’s resolved, okay?” You don’t get a verbal response from Chan, considering he had no idea what to say. Not used to being treated like an actual person before, his heart softening some at your conviction, it proving you truly had pure intentions. You get some form of an answer though when he straightens up slightly, cooperating further in your helping him.

Chan’s body language changed again though when Changbin pulled up, not trusting him in the least. His gut trusted you, however, and that’s what won out, convincing him to get into the back of the car with you. Letting Changbin drive you two off to an unfamiliar place. One he also was not fond of with how sterile and medical it smelled, only used to that from whenever those who fought them needed something done...like putting in the tracker that was now going to need to be taken out.

“Minho! We need help! He has a tracker though, so take care of that first and give it to me...I’ll make sure you all have plenty of time here.” Changbin calls into the clinic another man popping out to lead the way.

Minho makes quick work of the tracker in Chan’s arm, handing it to Changbin who runs off with it after apologizing for getting you into this mess and leaving you and Chan to find another way home. Before Minho is laying Chan back and getting things ready, putting in a drip iv since he was both dehydrated and it was the best way to give him painkillers at this point. 

“He’s going to need someone to look out for him while he recovers,” Minho tells you, starting to stitch up an injury. Chan watches him closely, wary of the situation while he slowly starts to fade out of consciousness due to the meds.

“I can keep an eye on him, I might not do a perfect job but I’ll try my best.” You nod at Minho before smiling at Chan, “You just rest up now, and get better. It’ll all be okay, I promise.”

Chan’s not sure where he is or how much time has passed. all he knows is his eyelids are heavy and his brain foggy. Trapped in a haze from the meds the previous night, yet fighting past it as the smell of food wafted throughout the apartment. His brows furrowing as he sits up, in an unfamiliar bed at that. Not that he was used to any bed, even still knowing that this was someone else’s set his nerves ablaze. 

What calmed him though was picking up your scent, this was your bed...yet your scent wasn’t strong enough to imply you slept beside him last night. His assumption confirmed as he looked around and spotted a much less comfortable-looking armchair converted into a makeshift bed while a fit aid kit sat on the night table between the chair and where he slept. 

Chan is slow about getting out of bed, being careful of his injuries and the remaining effect of the medicine, yet unable to ignore the call of food. Letting it lead his way to where you were working in the kitchen, mouth-watering at both the sight and the smell as he watched you closely. He wondered to himself if he’d have to sneak any of that for himself though, would you share with him or would you give him something less grand like everyone had before. He couldn’t deny that you treated him differently, yet everyone had their limits...didn’t that?

“Are you feeling alright?” You ask, having spotted him when you finally looked up, “If you’re in pain you can sit down and I can get you something for that really quick. The food is almost done anyway since you shouldn’t take them on an empty stomach.” 

“I’m feeling alright at the moment actually, better than after most fights like this to be honest.” Chan admits quietly, slowly stepping closer, “Is that for me too?”

You chuckle and nod, “Yeah, there’s no way I can eat all this by myself. Besides I thought that a good high protein breakfast would help you get some of your energy back and help you recover some more. Sound good?” 

“That sounds...that sounds amazing. Thank you.” Chan is flabbergasted, practically in awe of your attitude towards him. As if he was just any other person to you.

“Alright go sit then, don’t strain your injuries. I’ll bring it to you in a minute.” You shoo him away with a smile. Chan’s face is graced with a tiny smile of his own as he moves to listen without much fight for once, looking around to take everything in as he sits at the table. Joined by you with the food after not too long.

“If you’re still hungry afterward I can always make more or you can help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen. Just try not to eat too fast. Minho said sometimes the meds can make your stomach a little sensitive and I don’t think it would be good if you got sick right now.” You advise him as you take your seat, “So...I never actually asked, what’s your name?”

Chan’s brows furrow as he looks up at you after quickly shoveling his first bite of food in, “I mean you know what they called me...Chan...”

You shrug, eating some of your food, ”Yeah, well that’s not what I asked is it? I didn’t ask what they called you, I asked what your name was.”

“Christopher...my name is Christopher.”

The day seemed to pass fairly well, Chan slowly getting more comfortable in your apartment, not that you minded. You encourage him to rest from time to time and let him clean up and put on some clothes you’d run out and gotten for him. Occasionally checking your phone to see if any news came up about what you had done or Changbin texted you anything just in case.

You knew something would come up from last night though you would be naïve to think otherwise. Especially after what Taeho had told you before you left. The chaos coming crashing back into your peaceful little bubble when a fist pounds against your door. Chan’s eyes darkening as he looks over at it, already recognizing the scent on the other side.

“Y/N! Open this door right fucking now! We need to talk!” Taeho yells through the door, making you tense and panic. Your hands shake slightly as you give Chan your phone.

“Chris, take this and text Changbin what’s happening, he’ll send help. Go hide in my room or something, don’t let him know you’re here, or that information might get out.” You whisper to him, knowing that he’d have no problems hearing you. 

Chan debates for a moment, not wanting to leave you...especially if you were going to face your pissed-off ex-boyfriend. Yet, he knew it would be better if the information about what you had done didn’t get out. For your sake, as much as his, he knew these were dangerous people, and Taeho was by no means the worst of them. So he went and disappeared into your room, texting Changbin, who he still didn’t necessarily trust, but if it would help and keep you safe he would do it.

You crack the door open and sigh softly at Taeho, “What the hell do you want? I thought you said you’d give me time before showing up to talk about this again?”

Taeho huffs, forcing the door open, not caring if it stays that way as he advances on you, “Yeah, well that’s before you made the dumbass decision to break all of them out.” 

You back up as he moves closer, body language screaming aggression, and you hope you can either convince him to leave or help gets here before anything can happen, “What are you even talking about, Taeho?”

“Right after you left, all the hybrids were broken out. You really want to tell me that wasn’t you? After you were oh so disgusted by what was going on? I go out and make us good money, and you turn around and do this to me...well guess what, now it’s my ass on the line, so you better start talking before I turn it around onto you. I will throw you to the wolves if I have to for my own sake.” Taeho hisses, backing you against a wall with no way out.

“Sure, I was disgusted, but how would I even have managed to get them out, Taeho? Huh? They were in cages. What could I do?” You counter trying to push him off, but he doesn’t budge.

“They were, and then someone changed that. I’m guessing it was you, considering everyone else there has been there for a good while.” Taeho shoves you back against the wall.

“Once again, how would I have opened the fucking cages, Taeho? What? Did I just see some bolt cutters lying around and decide to take matters into my own hands?” You purposely throw out a made-up way of opening the cages, and it gets him to give you a little space to breathe at least.

“No...they were open with keys.” Taeho’s voice softens slightly, taking a step back enough to let your now sore back finally come off the wall.

“How would I have gotten my hands on those keys? The only person I would know well enough to be able to sneak them off was you? Were your keys missing? Cause that should be your answer right there? Now, if you’re done throwing out baseless accusations, get the fuck out of my house and go look for whoever the person with a new moral compass is.” You shake your head, hand rubbing slightly at your back.

“Oh, I’m not leaving just yet. I have a feeling you know something at least. Even if you weren’t the one who was behind it, and I’m going to figure out what it is.” Taeho insists, looking around your apartment before spotting two sets of everything laying around, “Who else is here, Y/N?”

“No one, what are you talking about?” You play it off, and he rolls his eyes.

“Two cups of coffee I wouldn’t have batted an eye at, but two take-out meals when you’re on your current healthy eating kick...not so much. Before you make up excuses, I can see that both boxes are empty. So save it and tell me who the fuck is here with you.” Taeho hisses, and when you scoff he grabs your arm, squeezing painfully tight, “I don’t have time for games.”

“Let go of me. No one is here, and even if someone was, that’s not your goddamn business. I don’t want you in my life anymore. That means I can have whoever the hell I want over here, and I don’t have to justify shit to you about it.” You respond, trying to pull out of his grip.

Taeho shoves you behind him, cursing under his breath, “Whatever, it is my business cause I’m the one who’s going to have to pay for it if this comes back to you. If you don’t want to tell me, though, I’ll go figure out who’s here myself.” 

“No, the fuck you won’t.” A voice sounds from the entranceway to your apartment. Changbin standing there and walking in, “It seems like you’ve done more than enough damage here Taeho, let’s take this outside.”

“Changbin. So you’re the one, huh? Bet Jian would love to hear all about this.” Taeho chuckles, crossing his arms and scoffing at the other.

“Oh, but he won’t hear a peep.” Changbin counters showing Taeho his badge, “So you can either come willingly, and we can talk terms that are a better deal for you. Or you can make this a whole lot worse for yourself than it already is.”

Taeho huffs before cooperating with the detective, making you wonder just how often he already got into trouble to be able to go along without much direction at all. You truly didn’t know the man he was, the man you thought you loved...who you thought loved you. You were distracted for a moment, though, when Chan rushed out to you, quickly helping you up and looking you over.

“I knew you had been involved! You’re the one who took my fighter!” Taeho screeched heatedly, making Chan’s attention snap to him. His gaze burns through Taeho as he growls towards the man moving to advance on him until you get between them.

“Whoa, easy Chris, don’t do anything to him. He deserves it, but it won’t help you any right now. There are too many people who would use it against hybrids, you and others. Besides, there’s plenty of charges on him right now that he’s going away no matter what, you won’t have to see him ever again.” You insist on trying to be logical, despite knowing that Taeho deserved anything that Chan had intended to do at this point. He had practically asked for it through what he did.

This is why you walked over and slapped him in the face, leaving a mark that would fade by the time anyone else was around, but still giving him a taste of what he deserved, “For the record, though, Christopher doesn’t belong to anyone. You’re just a dumbass who can’t look past his own selfish desires to treat people like they deserve.” 

Chan looks at you stunned before pulling you back to him as Taeho suddenly decided to get aggressive again, trying to get to you. Changbin dragged him away to take care of it.

“I’m going to have my last partner come check in on you and make sure it’s safe for you guys to stay here. He’s one of the few people I trust to look out for you guys in this situation. His name is Hyunjin, I’ll send him over. Until then, keep the door closed and locked.” Changbin tells you before he’s entirely out of your apartment with Taeho.

You gently place a hand on Chan’s shoulder to assure him you’re okay before pulling away to close and lock up your apartment. Chan never far behind as he follows after you still concerned.

“Are you alright?” Chan finally speaks up in a soft tone, and you hum looking at him a little confused.

“Yeah, I mean where I got hit still stings some, but I’ll be fine.” You nod, forcing a small smile to try and ease his worries. Chan gently brushed his fingers over where Taeho had grabbed you harshly, already knowing bruises were forming.

“I meant emotionally after all of that...still you don’t need to lie to me about it.” Chan counters yet does not sound angry or cross with you despite calling you out like that.

“You’ve been through more physically and emotionally. I’ll be fine.” You brush it off with a small shrug, moving to walk away and to the kitchen. Your responses only worry Chan more.

“I was used to that by now, though. You’ve just had everything come crashing down onto you all at once after he lied to you about it for who knows how long. That’s a lot, and you don’t have to tell me anything about it if you don’t want to, but you don’t have to force yourself to be fine for me either. Even if we’re both broken right now, that’s okay...maybe...maybe we can help fix each other...together.” Chan’s voice drifts from concerned to hopeful. He’s not sure he has any idea what he’s doing. He just knows that you don’t deserve this, and you’re making him feel for once like he doesn’t either.

You sniffle, turning towards him with a fresh round of tears in your eyes, “ You know what, Chris...I’d like that.”

Besides going to work pretty much all of your time was spent with Chan in your apartment. Your heart breaking for him, he was free from the cage but stuck here until everything could get worked out. You’d gotten closer to Changbin and Hyunjin, Chan slowly coming to trust them with you. The two guiding you through the process that would lead to the numerous court cases looming over you. Minho occasionally popped in as well to check on Chan and make sure he was adjusting to life with you okay. 

“So the date for the case to determine if Chris can safely stay with you or not is locked in for next week now. Before then, we want you both to meet some people, one is a hybrid. He wasn’t in fights like Chris, but he was in a rough situation too. The other person is the one who helped him get a life back, like how you’re doing. They had to go through similar trials as you two will, so they might be able to give you some insight on how to go forward. That being said...Chris hasn’t really been around another hybrid outside of the fights, so just take it slow, it might be a bit uncomfortable for a while.” Changbin tells you while Chris and Hyunjin are in the kitchen working up something to eat. 

“That would probably help a lot actually. You and Hyunjin have offered a lot of help, but we’re still kind of drawing blind here. Having someone who can kind of guide us on the specifics would probably help a lot with the anxiety, to say the least.” You sigh softly, and Changbin chuckles a little, nodding in agreement.

“Their names are Felix and Jisung. Their schedule is pretty open, we just weren’t sure where you’d be comfortable meeting, so we didn’t invite them over yet.” Changbin explains, pulling out his phone, and you shrugs softly.

“Well, we’re still not wanting Chris to be spotted, so just invite them over it’ll be fine.” You wave him off. Having three guys constantly around your apartment kept it pretty chaotic anyways, what were two more, right? “Speaking of that, though, any idea when the other cases will be?”

“The bust on the ring is happening in a few days, before the first case but not much. Just enough to not put a bigger target on you both by being out in such a public place. It’s just a matter of how long it’ll take to build the case after that. I’d expect it to take about three weeks from the bust, a month at the absolute latest. The hybrid rights case is scheduled for just over a month from now, at this point anyways. Those dates could change, though.”Changbin’s huff tells you he’s no stranger to changing court dates, not that you and Chan are either at this point. Changbin slipping his phone back into his pocket after texting Felix and Jisung your address.  

You nod, processing the information he’s just shared with you, “Okay, as long as the bust happens before our court date, I’m not too worried. I just want everything to be as safe as possible.”

Changbin sighs, his lip between his teeth and face concerned, “Either way, it won’t necessarily be safe...or pleasant...There are going to be people who are very against what you and Chris are trying to work towards.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m not going to back down from doing the right thing because of that, though. As long as the people who started this whole mess are behind bars and not trying to shut us up, I’ll be alright.” You insist, Changbin nodding, but you can tell he’s still worried about you, “Besides, I’d say we have a pretty good support group.”

Chan pops out of the kitchen, beaming proudly at you, “Hey Y/N! Come look at this!” 

You hum, standing to follow the excited man into the kitchen. You watch as his ears twitch, chuckling as you notice him intently eyeing the kitchen timer. Hyunjin, looking up from where he leans against the counter and snickering as well.

“You can open it and look at them, it won’t ruin anything. Besides, sometimes the timer isn’t exactly right anyways.” Hyunjin tells Chan, who shakes his head adamantly. 

“No, they need to be perfect. Besides, they’re almost done.” Chan insists, waiting for the ding to launch forward, grabbing the oven mitts so he can pull out whatever is in the oven as there’s a knock on the door. Changbin calls that he’ll get it as Chan pulls cupcakes out of the oven, “Look! We made cupcakes! And we can make a lot more too!”

Chan’s excitement dropping almost immediately, head whipping towards the door. His expression is sharp and concerning you. You look between him and the doorway with furrowed brows.

“What is it Chris, what’s wrong?” The slight waver in your voice draws Chan’s attention to you for a moment. A feeling of guilt bubbling in his gut at worrying you like that.

“Don’t worry. It’s just a cat.” Chan snorts, only confusing you more until you see Changbin appearing with two people. One of them being a cat hybrid, his tail flicking anxiously behind him until he spots the cupcakes.

“Did you bake those?” The cat hybrid perks up, mirroring Chan’s earlier excitement. Chan looks between the cupcakes and the other hybrid, still wary but eventually choosing to interact with the cat hybrid.

“Yeah. I’ve never baked anything before. Hyunjin was showing me how.” Chan slowly answers, and the other man nods along.

“Well, they smell really good. You should go ahead and try them. I bake a lot, and usually something that smells this yummy is.” The cat takes a step away from the cupcakes giving Chan a bit more space to go towards the cakes. Chan hesitates for a moment before holding one out to the other hybrid, much like a peace offering.

“I’m Chris,” Chan speaks, still watching the cat closely but slowly trying to let him in with the same compassion as you had first shown him.

“My name is Felix! We’re here to help you with some of the details for your case, but if you want we can be friends too! I could show you just how many different kinds of things you can bake!” Felix eagerly offers, making Chan light up a little more as he nods along. Slowly adjusting to the fact that, like people, not all hybrids are threats to him either.

You look at Jisung and smile softly, “Thank you for coming. I think this will be really good...for both him and me.”

The day of your first case finally arrived as you stood in front of Chan, fixing his tie for the umpteenth time, trying to calm your own nerves. Chan gently takes your hands into his own, trying to comfort you some.

“I’m nervous too, but it’ll be okay. Everyone is going to be here to stand up for us and help us out.” Chan reassures you, squeezing your hands gently before letting them go as your lawyer arrives.

Seungmin looks between the two of you, “It’ll be alright, just remember what we talked about and it’ll be okay. They’re going to try and throw you off and get under your skin, so don’t let them. Just stay calm and answer like we practiced.” 

You and Chan nod before following Seungmin into the courtroom and following him to your place. Passing by where your support group sat, everyone, having cleared their schedule to be here for you even if they weren’t going to need to testify. You glanced back at their smiling, encouraging faces from where you were seated between Chan and Seungmin, before taking a shaky breath to calm yourself. Changbin had told you that you were lucky to get the judge you had, Yang Jeongin, he could be a tough judge, but he was fair when it came to hybrid cases. He treated them as a person, one who could speak for themselves and had a right to do so, which is more than many judges would right now. 

Your hand held Chan’s under the table, letting Seungmin do his job knowing that you and Chan would likely be the last ones questioned based on how everyone prepared you for today. So far it seems accurate as Changbin was called up first.

“So Detective Seo would you please explain to everyone how you can to know the defendants?” The prosecutor asks, and while you knew that the question was coming you still felt your nerves spike at that moment. Chan’s history and how you all met was something you knew could either make or break your case today, and you could only hope for the best.

“I was working undercover as part of an operation to take down an illegal hybrid fighting ring. Chan happened to be one of the fighters that they held there by force.” Changbin answers calmly, trying to leave you out of it. The prosecutor is having none of it though, looking between him and you for a moment.

“And what about Miss Y/N? How did you meet her?” They continue to question. Chan picks up on how your heartbeat speeds up, squeezing your hand softly to try and calm you down.

“Her boyfriend was a part of the ring and brought her one night to show her what he did for a living. She wanted out that same night but was concerned for her safety. So -” Changbin goes to defend you, but the prosecutor cuts him off.

“So if I understand you correctly Miss Y/N was unable to read her boyfriend of many years. So how can we be sure she’d know if Chan was going to do something or not? If she can’t be trusted to speak up to someone she was so intimate with, how can speak up to someone she’s known for barely a month?” The prosecutor inquires rhetorically to the judge, before going to sit again.

Seungmin shaking his head and standing to take his place at questioning Changbin, “ Detective Seo it seems the prosecutor cut off the rest of your earlier statement, could you please finish it for us?”

“Sure, since she wanted out, but was concerned for her safety. I suggested how to handle things with her boyfriend at the time and gave her a number in case she needed police protection of any kind. On the way out she released the hybrids and afterward we met to give Chan medical aid.” Changbin finished and Seungmin nodded along as if in thought.

“Would you say this is the kind of thing you see often in your job? Where a criminal’s significant other gets pulled into situations such as this?” Seungmin’s next question is something you weren’t expecting but it gave you some hope of redemption.

“Without a doubt, a lot of criminals are excellent liars so they can keep what they do a secret for a long time. Then when they do finally reveal that world to their significant other they tend to put a lot of fear into them. Mostly to ensure their own protection. Scaring them into not speaking up or anything. Usually, it’s entirely justifiable too. When these people threaten things, they mean it. For example, in Miss Y/N’s case, her boyfriend forced his way into her apartment, invaded her privacy by trying to search her home, and even used physical force to try and coerce her into things after that night where I helped her get away. Had things escalated again we would have had to move both her and Chan to a safe house.” Changbin answers and Seungmin nods.

“So really, Y/N’s morals speak for themselves. As soon as she realized what was going on she freed the hybrids and stood up for what was right even at the price of her own safety.” Seungmin concluded before they let Changbin down from the stand. Him giving you both a small smile in passing.

Minho getting called up next. Putting the pressure on Chan now instead of you, not that it really helped your anxiety too much right now.

“So Dr. Lee, you first met Y/N and Chan when they came in after that fight to get him medical attention. Is that correct?” The prosecutor starts simple, before continuing after Minho voices his confirmation, “ Would you share with us some of the observations you made of Chan at the time?”

“I observed that his injuries appeared to be repeated injuries, likely from years of fighting. He also appeared to be dehydrated and not properly nourished, along with being somewhat agitated. Something not uncommon for someone in that amount of physical pain.” Minho explains and the prosecutor nods.

“What of his mental health? Did you make any observations about that?” The prosecutor presses and you know where he was going. Seungmin and Changbin had warned you they might try to argue that Chan needs to be in a facility after the way he’d been treated in the past.

“I am not authorized to make any observations other than basic of that sort. That being said I can request that a patient of mine go to receive a psych evaluation if I notice things seem to be an issue, based on the basic knowledge of that field I have. When Chan came in I deemed that was unnecessary. I simply suggested that both he and Miss Y/N look into therapy for various reasons as it might help.” Minho answers and that’s enough for the prosecutor to run with.

“Your honor, as you can see the doctor suggested therapy without that medical professional in their life can we actually be sure that their mental states are in a place where they would be safe in a home together?” The prosecutor presses before Jeongin dismisses him and invites Seungmin to question Minho if he chooses.

“Dr. Lee, could you please share with us your reasoning on why each of the defendants might benefit from therapy?” Seungmin inquires and Minho nods.

“In Chan’s case after all he went through it might be prudent to talk things out after them being bottled in for so long, or perhaps to find some underlying PTSD after what he went through. Allow him a way to adjust to having a free life again. In Y/N’s case, it would be due to what her boyfriend of the time did. How he lied to her and then betrayed her trust and even brought harm upon her. Since they have not known each other long, even if trust is there they may not have learned how to fully communicate or might not want to burden the other, which is where a therapist could assist.” Minho responds and Seungmin thanks him, allowing him to leave. 

That’s when the real worries set in as the prosecutor sets his eyes on the pair of you, calling Chan up to be questioned first. Saving you for the very end.

“Chan, can you share with us what you remember of your life before the fight happened?” The prosecutor’s questioning Chan about a touchy subject and you know it, not knowing much yourself about his life before the fights.

“I don’t remember much. My parents weren’t around for long, they were sold off when I was little. When I got a little older that family got a new hybrid, a younger one, and threw me out. It was pretty much the streets and then being taken to the fights.” Chan does surprisingly well at staying calm you notice, more so than you would likely do in his shoes.

“So the fights weren’t the first stroke of bad luck you’ve had in life then?” The prosecutor’s question makes Chan roll his eyes.

“Well I was born a hybrid, so no not really. Bad luck tends to follow us around in this society.” Chan huffs softly, slightly more irritated at that question. Making the prosecutor smirk at getting under his skin for a moment.

“How would you say that has impacted your daily life then?” The prosecutor presses further but doesn’t get what he’s looking for in immediate action as Chan calms down again.

“To be honest, it haunts me. A feeling of guilt knowing that you did things you didn’t want because there wasn’t a choice. The pain of losing the few friends you had. The memories of the things you’ve seen and lived through.” Chan answers and the prosecutor nods, turning him over to Seungmin.

“I just have one question for you Chan, that’s it. How would you say that Y/N impacts your daily life?” Seungmin questions and for the first time today, you think you see Chan genuinely smile some.

“Well for starters she taught me not to hate all humans, along with a few other friends I’ve made. Which is another thing she taught me how to make friends again, I don’t have to be afraid of losing them. Or be afraid that all humans will treat me the way I have been before. For once I’m actually happy and she’s teaching me about the world. How to be a part of society and stuff, well as best we could while hiding out until the ring was taken care of and it was safe to go out. I can take care of myself and others even for the first time in my life, plus I feel like I have a life now.” Chan smiles at you and if this were any other time you might let yourself get emotional. 

You know that right now you have to stay calm though. That you have to keep it together considering that you’re going to be called up next. 

“Miss Y/N, do you have any history working with police or anything similar in nature to your current involvement?” The prosecutor asks and when you respond with no he continues, “What about history when being around or working with hybrids?”

“No, I don’t have any history with that either.” You respond softly, worried that any answer you give might just be what changes things for you and Chan again.

“Then this must all be quite daunting for you, isn’t it?” The prosecutor continues and you shrug softly.

“I mean...at first it was yes. I’m used to it now though. I feel better too, knowing I did what was right and helped people as best that I could.” You respond honestly, knowing that he was just getting started.

“So would you say you have it all figured out then? That you know how to handle anything that comes up with Chan perfectly?” The prosecutor presses.

“Well...no, but-” You go to defend yourself, yet he cuts you off before you can finish much like he’d done earlier with Changbin. 

“As you can see your honor, they don’t really know what they’re doing when together. They have good intentions, yes, but there are too many unknowns between the two of them.” The prosecutor takes his seat. 

Seungmin comes up to you, offering a small smile, “Miss Y/N can you please finish what you were saying before the prosecution interrupted your statement?”

You give a small nod, “I was going to say that while I don’t know what I’m doing perfectly that’s normal. I’m human, I’m naturally imperfect. Mistakes happen, but I’m willing to try my best, and if a mistake does happen to take responsibility for that. Just like with anything else in life.”

Seungmin hums, “Since you mentioned responsibility would you mind sharing with us what has been on your plate this last month or so? What all have you been responsible for?”

“Sure, it wasn’t safe to be out too much either of us. Especially Chan though, in case someone from the ring spotted us and followed us back. So I would go to work, pick up any groceries on the way home. Or just anything that either of us needed. Then at home, I would make sure we’d eaten and taken care of anything needed for the detectives or the doctor so that I could take it to them the next day. Or arrange an appointment at a time when we could discreetly get Chan there in a safe way.” You answer easily, used to the routine after so long.

“And you did this every day?” Seungmin continues, making you nod softly.

“Yeah, every day except for Sundays. Usually anyways, Sundays we tried to relax or I would try to teach Chan something new.” You respond and Seungmin smiles helping you down and letting you know that you did well. 

“Very well, we’ll take a thirty-minute recess to review everything that has been presented. Afterward, we’ll have closing statements, followed by the verdict.” Jeongin announces before the recess begins. 

One of the guys brought you both water as they all tried to encourage you, saying they thought it would turn out well for you both. You still weren’t as positive though and Chan could tell, squeezing your hand he leans in.

“It’ll be okay. No matter what you did your best and we can be friends either way.” He whispers his reassurance and you find yourself giving a small smile for his sake.

Thirty minutes was both too long and not long enough. Dragging it out made you more anxious and yet you weren’t sure you wanted to know what the verdict was. You tuned out the final statements, not processing that at this point. Your focus was solely on the judge as you waited to hear what decision had been made.

Jeongin clearing his throat and looked between both sides of the room before beginning to speak, “After analyzing everything and deliberation it has been decided Bang Chan will be allowed to remain with Y/L/N Y/N, however, they will attend 12 hours of mandatory therapy to assist with these new circumstances.” He nods at you and Chan, “And I’ll see you both bright and early for that case against the hybrid fighting ring. Until then, stay safe and don’t cause any trouble.”

You look at Chan stunned, until he happily pulls you into his arms and hugs you with a laugh, “I told you that you didn’t have anything to worry about!” 

You chuckle and nod, “ You did, but still it’s a lot.” 

Seungmin smiles at you both, “I’ll see you later to discuss the other cases, until then just enjoy this. Detectives Seo and Hwang will escort you home. I believe they had something to discuss with you anyways.”

“Come on we’re going out the back. There’s a crowd out front and they won’t be too happy when they heard what the verdict on your case just now was.” Hyunjin tells you both before leading the way. Changbin following behind you both just in case.

“Okay, what was it that you two wanted to talk to us about though?” You question as you follow their lead easily.

“Ah, about that...it seems someone who works with the ring is still out. So for your safety, we’re going to be moving the both of you to a safe house until after the trial, unless we can secure the suspect sooner.” Changbin admits, sighing softly, “You can get your things from home, and then we can take you there.” 

Chan helped you to get your things out of the car and into the safe house. The two of you sitting on the couch while Hyunjin and Changbin made sure the house hadn’t been compromised in any way before letting you both get settled. They had taken care of your work and everything for you so that you both could get to the safe house and made arrangements for anything else that would be necessary while you were in the safehouse. 

Hyunjin rubs the back of your neck as he comes over, “So since we didn’t have much time to get this together this place only had one bedroom...one of you can probably take the couch, but even off shift at least Changbin or I will be here to supervise the officers and make sure you’re both safe...so we might be sleeping here too. I guess basically what I’m trying to say is there’s not enough beds or couches for everyone.” 

You blush a little, but wave him off, “I mean Chris and I are probably okay sharing a room if you and Changbin are okay taking rotations on the couch or something...if that’s okay with everyone else?”

Chan chuckles and nods, “Yeah I don’t mind, that’s pretty much what we did at the apartment for a few weeks anyway.” 

Hyunjin nods and sends you and Chan off in the direction of the room to get settled. You finish up before Chan, sitting on the bed and watching him finish up. Chan looked over at you and laughed softly.

“So what do you want to do now? Read a book?” Chan snickers flopping down beside you.

“I don’t know that we’ll find any entertaining ones around this house.” You laugh a little yourself, “Probably should have thought about that a little bit more when they said we’d have no phones or internet for three weeks.” 

“Yeah probably, we’ll find something to do, for now though, I’m gonna go let them know that we’re all good and see if there’s anything else we’re supposed to do before trying to gain some semblance of normalcy here.” Chan smiles at you, reaching out to gently brush your hair out of your face before getting up to leave the room again. In effect, leaving you all alone for now.

After a moment you got up, glancing towards the window. You thought for a moment before deciding to take a peek through the blinds. Nothing that would risk you being seen, just enough to take in your surroundings for now. Hearing the door you turn to face Chan with furrowed brows.

“Get away from there, it’s not safe to be around the windows.” Chan calmly says watching you step away and picking up on your confusion, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Who are the men that just showed up outside the house? Are they more officers?” You try to keep your voice from shaking. The way Chan’s eyes widen at you your question doesn’t help the uneasy feeling bubbling in your stomach though. 

He quickly takes your place, ears twitching as he sneaks a lookout. Before grabbing you and pulling you out of the room. Startling Changbin, Hyunjin, and the others who were there to protect you.

“Four armed men just pulled up. I’m guessing by the look of them that they aren’t with you.” Chan growls out before his ear twitches again, hearing a sound from outside.

He’s quick to drop to the ground with you in his arms. His body wrapped around you for protection as gunshots rang out. His hearing gave him a split-second advantage to get you two in a safer area, even if it still wasn’t a good place to be in. Hyunjin and Changbin round the corner to meet you not long after, guns are drawn and keeping an eye towards the front.

"Are you two alright?" Changbin asks while Hyunjin covers you before having to reload. When both of you voice that you're so far unscathed he continues, "There's no way we're making it out the front with how many guys there are. We're going to have to go out back before they can surround us. When I tell you two to go, run. Outback and look for a car. Don't look back and if we aren't right behind you then just go. Head straight to the police station and let them know what happened."

"Alright." Chan nods, grip firm on your arm, ready to get you out of there as soon as Changbin tells you both to run.

"Go now!" Changbin tells you as for him and Hyunjin lay down cover fire for your escape. About the time you reach the door you hear him cry out in pain though. Looking back you see Changbin hit the ground, leg bleeding from a gunshot wound as Hyunjin tries to cover you and drag him towards the back door.

"Chris they're not gonna make it." You gasp, causing him to glance back as well.

He's quick to shove you out the door, growling out a demand, "Go. Find a car. We're right behind you."

As much as you didn't want to leave them you'd never heard Chan speak to you like that before and your body was on autopilot, listening to what he told you to do right now. Searching outside before finding a somewhat trashy car abandoned between the fence and a rotted out shed. It didn’t matter much what it looked like though as long as it ran well enough to get you all to safety. Wasting no time you run over, yanking open the rusty driver’s door. Sliding in you scour the area for keys, thanking the heavens when you drop the visor and they fall into your lap. Wishing with all you have as the car stalls that you’ll get lucky again. You pause for a moment, before trying again as you see Chan helping Changbin out the door, followed by Hyunjin. Right as panic was setting in the car roared to life, letting you pull forward to let the other get in.

“Drive. I’ll guide you straight to the hospital. Don’t stop for anything. I’ve called it in, so we should be getting an escort meeting up with us along the way.” Hyunjin tells you his arm out the window, firing at the house still.

You waste no time peeling out, following Hyunjin’s direction until the flashing lights of cop cars end up ahead of you and lead the way themselves. Pulling into the ER in a flurry of chaos. You and Chan try to follow Hyunjin and Changbin in, only to have cops stop you, insisting on taking you to a new safe house.

“I’m not going anywhere until I know he’s going to be okay. Besides. Do you even know how they found the last safe house? Until you know I’m just as safe here as I would be at a safe house.” You counter, holding your ground with a stern look.

“We’re. I’m staying with her, and the detectives.” Chan adds, hand moving to rest on the small of your back and guide you through the group of officers and into the hospital. 

You sat waiting in the room with Hyunjin and Chan, staring down at your hands still waiting for word from the surgery Changbin had been in to remove the bullet and repair the damage. Chan’s hand sliding over your shoulder as he offers you a cup of coffee.

“I have a feeling you won’t really be sleeping much tonight, so you might need this.” Chan’s voice is soft, his gentle side showing through again and it almost brings you to tears. Looking between him and Hyunjin who both seem rather calm, nursing their own cups.

“How can you be so okay right now? We don’t even know if he’s going to be okay.” You whimper. Chan shushing you as his arm slips further around your shoulders pulling you closer to him, his warmth surrounding you like a blanket.

“As much as it sucks...what’s happened, happened. There’s no changing it now. We have to live with it now, there’s no other option. It’s hell, but you get used to it...well in your case I hope you never have to, but some of us get used to it.” Hyunjin sighs softly, looking down at the black liquid in his cup as he swirls it, “As for Changbin, he’s gonna be okay.”

“How can you be sure?” You ask, Chan, rubbing away your tears almost as quickly as they’re falling.

“Because...it’s Changbin...and because he has to be okay.” Hyunjin gives you a small forced smile, almost as if he was trying to reassure himself along with you.

Your shoulders slumped, bag dropping to the ground as you and Chan entered the safe house. Hyunjin trailing behind as he checked the perimeter once again.  

Changbin looks up from his spot on the couch and chuckles softly, “The day went that well huh?”

You sigh shaking your head, “Did you hear the verdict yet? The judge had us leave before they went into deliberation so that hopefully we could get through the crowds and back here quicker. Even out the back way though it took us an hour to even get past the protestors...I was really worried...I expected more people to be there for hybrid rights, but it seems like everyone was on the opposite side today.”

“Sorry I couldn’t be there with you guys today. After the second day, the judge said they wouldn’t need me anymore and that I should rest instead.” Changbin frowns, “People were supporting hybrid rights though, they were just on the opposite side of the street. So they must not have been visible the way you went out...they were certainly much calmer than everyone against them anyways. I’m glad you guys got back okay.”

You chuckle humorlessly, “Next time, I’m the one taking the bullet.”

“Oh don’t worry there won’t be a next time.” Chan shakes his head lightly, heading to the kitchen to get you both some water, “How’d the physical therapy go today Changbin?” 

“Average for physical therapy...it’s hell in the moment, but after a bit, things go back to normal.” Changbin shrugs as Hyunjin joins you three inside. His radio is going off as the station contacts him.

“Turn the TV on, they’re about to announce the verdict,” Hyunjin informs the rest of you.

You go to stand by Chan’s side as he puts down the bottles, turning to look at the television from his place in the kitchen. Changbin quickly turned it on and changed the channel to where they’d be able to get the announcement. Your hand clutching Chan’s tightly, gnawing at your lip. Finally releasing your breath when the guilty verdict was announced, most of the group getting a sentence of twenty years to life, a few with less or opportunity for probation. That would be something to take care of when the time comes though, for now, the fact was that they couldn’t get to you, Chan, or any of the other hybrids now.

You throw your arms around Chan before realizing what you were doing. He’s quick to slip his own arms around your center though as if it was the most natural thing for the two of you to do. Chan nuzzling at your hair taking in your scent, one of his biggest comforts since all of this started. Before he’s pulling back to look into your eyes, brushing your hair out of your face.

“You’re safe now! And free!” You beam up at him, a few tears of joy glittering in your eyes as he smiles back at you.

“No we’re safe now, and free to do whatever we want without worry or looking over our shoulder.” Chan’s eyes never leave yours as he finds himself leaning in. 

His eyes flick down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. His lips brushing against yours as he pauses for a moment, searching for any hesitance from you. Instead, you close the last of the space keeping you apart, pressing your lips against his. A kiss he’s been waiting for...that you’ve both been waiting for, and now that it’s finally here neither of you is holding back any longer. Chan’s lips devouring yours, craving more of your taste already. The two of you pulling away only to breathe, not even care about your audience currently. Panting as you look wordlessly at each other, cheeks flushed with heat.

“Two down, just one to go. Afterward, you’ll be free to do that in public too.” Hyunjin chuckles as you and Chan finally look to the two detectives whose eyes long left the television in favor of you.

“I’m not worried about it...I have a good feeling about all that’s to come.” Chan honestly responds before beaming at you again, “Especially some things.”

You didn’t like sitting behind Chan in the courtroom for a change. You didn’t necessarily like sitting in the courtroom at all, but at least beside him, you could hold his hand as some form of comfort. Felix glances at you from his spot beside you, gently grabbing your hand to give it a small squeeze.

“He did really good, and he’s fine even with you back here. I’m sure it’ll be a good verdict.” Felix whispers his assurances to you. Chan’s ears twitch as he picks us the conversation and glances back at you, winking at you with a small smile.

“You helped out a lot too Felix. I don’t think we would have been able to do this without you, especially when you were a good example up on the stand. So thank you.” You squeeze his hand back, making him shrug.

“Hey, anything for family. Though now that you guys are like family I hope you know you’re stuck with us now.” Felix giggles making the others agree quietly.

“For good at that.” Jisung adds chuckling softly, “But you two better quiet down, the judge is coming back.” 

You’re rigid, but also practically trembling in anticipation as you wait to hear the court’s decision. Knowing that no matter what you’d always stand by Chan’s side, yet wishing for a positive answer for his sake either way. 

Jeongin cleared his throat, pausing as he always did before announcing the verdict, “This court has decided after deliberation to grant Bang Chan full citizenship and rights. If he so chooses to legally change his name from what was given to him in a hybrid facility he can do so at the same time as he signs the citizenship papers. This court is dismissed.” 

Felix hugs you before helping you make your way up to where Chan is, “ Congratulations. We’ll see you this weekend for a proper celebration, but until then you two have fun...and be safe.” 

You playfully smack his arm at his suggestive teasing, “Whatever. We’ll see you guys this weekend. Be careful getting out of here, it’s crazy outside.”

The others nod as you move to Chan’s side, hugging his side as he looks over the papers. Changbin and Seungmin there as witnesses to sign the papers in addition to Chan and the judge.

“Congratulations. Is there a new name you’d like to legally have?” Jeongin inquires pointing to the blank area where Chan could put in whatever name he’d like to take on.

“Christopher. Christopher Bang.” He smiles at you knowingly as he writes it down before they finish signing everything. 

You both shake hands with the judge as he congratulates you both again. Before doing the same with Seungmin, thanking him excessively for all he did to help you both.

“Alright, let's finally get you two home again...it’s been a long month.” Changbin chuckles, leading the way to the car that already had all of your stuff in it, ready to be taken back into your apartment once again.

The car took quite a beating on the way out. Those against the decision throwing things at it in protest, until those who were there in favor of equal rights for hybrids stepped in to help your car safely get out and away from the irate group. Your head falling to rest on Chan’s shoulder relieved that all this was finally over and went well so that you could be home and back into your routine once more. Though no doubt with a few changes now too...not that you’d give them up for anything.

The drive took longer than expected, but you made it nonetheless. Kicking off your shoes as you step into the familiar and yet somewhat forgotten home. Stepping deeper into it knowing that Chan was following behind, stretching and checking your phone that was now in your possession once more. Eyes still glued to it as you turned around towards Chan again.

“What do you want for dinner tonight?” You question scrolling through apps for your favorite takeout places.

“I know what I’ll be having,” Chan growls out, in the same voice he had when he told you to leave the safe house. The voice that lit a fire in your gut and had your eyes snapping up to meet his darkening ones.

You don’t get much time to read the feelings filling his eyes though before he takes your phone and puts it aside so as not to distract you anymore. Closing the little gap remaining with a searing kiss. Not having any patience or games, having waited long enough for you by now. Something your heart, mind, and body wholeheartedly agreed with as you feel your arousal starting to pool between your legs. Chan easily picks up the scent of it and nips somewhat harshly at your lower lip with a rumbling growl.

Chan’s arms slip around you and lift your, heading back towards the bedroom, “Fuck, I’m so glad this isn’t illegal anymore...not that it would have stopped me anyway, but still.” 

Your giggle is cut short by his lips finding yours again. This kiss is much shorter than the last, but not less heated. Simply ending when Chan tosses you back onto the bed, crawling over your form as his eyes take you in.

“Remind me why we didn’t do this sooner? It’s obvious we both wanted it.” Chan’s question is wanting an answer, yet he’s not making it easy for you to give it as he nips over your neck soothing the little marks with his tongue and lips. 

“Because...because we weren’t alone...the others were right outside the room and could have come in at any time.” You pant, already getting more worked up by his actions. Chan’s growl turns into a chuckle as he notices your legs spreading on instinct, already so eager despite still being fully clothed.

“You say that like I would fucking care. I didn’t care if they heard...or saw because at the end of the day you’re mine and it would have just proved that to them...besides I might have been gentler if I had not had to hold back for so long. I don’t know that I can anymore though.” Chan’s teeth are still against your throat, drawing out soft mewls from your lips and teasing you by rutting his clothed bulge against your thigh.

“Then don’t hold back. You’re always talking like you’re the big bad wolf and like I should be so scared of you, so show me what the worst you can do is.” You taunt knowing him well enough to know that just that little bit will be all it takes for him to fully snap. 

His hands gripping onto the hem of the dress you wore to court today, ripping it down the middle with no concerns other than getting to your skin beneath it. Giving you no time to argue as he nips over your chest now. Your hands are moving to try and work on pushing off his suit jacket and gripping at his hair. 

Chan pulls away snarling at you and pinning your hands, “I don’t think so kitten. You made me wait, so now it’s your turn to wait. And it would be in your best interest to do so too, cause little disobedient kittens don’t get what they want.” 

If the scent of your arousal building at the way he grumbled out that threat didn’t give you away to him then the growing wet patch on your panties certainly did. Chan licks his lips and smirks softly at you before deciding to make things a little more challenging for you, tossing his jacket aside. His tie, however, he lays close by on the bed for when you inevitably snap and disobey him. He tugs his shirt off next, with almost as much force as he had your dress, sending buttons flying across the room. His mouth on your chest again, hands gripping firmly at your sides for a moment before trailing up over your form to remove your bra. 

Chan pinches one of your pebbled nipples, earning a quiet hiss from you, “Hm so sensitive for me, aren’t you? Trust me you’ll only be getting more sensitive as the night goes on.” 

He nips at your other nipple, before suckling softly, fingers eager to give your other nipple equal pleasure. His eyes locked on your face for a reaction as he switches sides, growling in his chest around your nipple when he watches your hands moving down towards him again, his only form of warning to you. 

Chan knew if he kept it up though it would only be a matter of time before you gave in and touched him again. He was counting on it. Trailing his mouth lower as his hands ripped your panties off and out of his way. Tongue darting out to flick over your clit, raising a brow at you as your legs fall open and hips twitch up towards his mouth. His hands are quick to hold you firmly in place before fully pressing his face against your core, tongue curling deep into you with little growls and grunts sending vibrations through your core. Chan intent on getting every drop of you on his tongue as he possibly could even as your arousal builds more and more, slicking up his face. 

He’s mildly impressed at the fact that you manage to keep your hands to yourself even while trembling in need on the precipice of your impending orgasm. It only encourages him to go harder though, sucking on your clit as he suddenly presses two fingers into you, curling them perfectly against your spot. What finally sent you over that blissful edge though was when his teeth grazed over your clit with the tiniest bit of pressure. 

Through your fucked out haze of pleasure you didn’t realize you’d reached down and weaved your hands into his hair until a few moments after Chan had helped you through your release. Looking up at you all too pleased with himself at getting you to finally snap and touch him again. 

He grabs your wrists and moves your hands away from him again, “I warned you kitten, now get on your hands and knees.”

“But Chris-” Your whining gets cut off with a sharp cry as he swats at your thigh.

“No buts, now do it before you get yourself into more trouble kitty,” Chan growls, this time it’s a bit more playful though. Letting you know this had been his plan all along and things were going exactly how he’d hoped. 

His fingertips tap down your spine as his other hand grabs the tie he’d laid aside. Before doing anything else though his hand crashes down on your ass, hard enough to leave a lasting sting but the pain bleeds into pleasure and it makes him snicker when he can tell you liked it. His hands gripping your wrists to bring them behind your back and tie them together with his tie.

“Filthy little kitten, now you have no choice but to listen.” Chan taunts spanking the other cheek now, before kissing over the sensitive flesh before biting instead.

His desire to fuck you senseless is on the verge of driving him to insanity, but now that he’s had a taste of you he won’t be satisfied unless he makes up for all the previous times he’s wanted a taste of you too. His hands gripping your ass and spreading you open more to give himself unrestrained access to you. Not wasting another second before his mouth is on your core again. Using to his advantage every sensitive spot he learned from your first orgasm while also looking for more to bring you to your next. Pulling away after that one to lap up what he’d missed that had dripped down your thighs, knowing he wouldn’t have the restraint to hold himself back for much longer. He was sure he’d be able to bring you to a third orgasm before that little thread of restraint left snapped though. The determination makes him return to your core with fervor. Like a man starved...which in a way he had been, just not starved of food, just of you.

You’re still trembling from your third and latest orgasm when you hear shuffling behind you before his tip is running through your folds. Collecting your wetness before pushing in as slowly as he can bear for your sake, wanting to let you adjust and not hurt you. His hands gripping at your hips before moving, slowly at first, once he hears your soft moans starting to fill the room, however, he picks up the pace. His hips slapping against your ass, watching the way it moves and enticing him to spank you again. The action makes you clench around him, crying out and clawing at the tie around your wrist at his hard thrusts and the way his hand meets your ass, making him quickly repeat the action, growing out as you clench around him again.

“Fuck...you’re so fucking perfect....so filthy and you love how I’m treating you right now don’t you kitten? Go on, scream my name, let everyone know how good I’m treating you.” Chan grips at your bound wrists, pulling you back into each of his thrusts. His other hand reaching around to rub at your clit, “Shit, you’re going to cum for me again aren’t you? Gonna cream all over my big fucking cock, huh? Do it kitten, but don’t think the night will be over just cause you do.” 

This time when you cum Chan doesn’t slow down for a second, if anything he does the opposite. His hand leaves your wrists to slip around your throat and pull you up against his chest. Angling his thrusts to brush against your spot each time as he feels himself getting close to his own edge, but refusing to go over it without you cumming again too. His hips stuttering as he feels your pussy spasming around him on the brink of release once again.

“It’s okay, kitten. Let it go. You’ve done so good for me.” Chan whispers in your ear, nuzzled against your neck as he encourages you to fall into a world of pleasure one final time tonight. He bites down on your neck, roaring out against it as he cums shortly after, riding you both through your highs.

His hands carefully undo your bound hands as he gently lays you down on the bed, slipping away to go get a washcloth. He’s gentle as he cleans between your legs before grabbing a sweatshirt and some panties for you, in just sweatpants himself. Chan leans in gently stroking the hair away from your face, kissing your forehead.

“I’ll help you get cleaned up more later...for now though...how about we seriously think about dinner?” Chan chuckles before blushing a little, “Not that there’s really anything to talk about though...considering I already ordered your favorite. My timing is damn good too, I scheduled it for five minutes from now.”

You laugh, shaking your head slightly at him and playfully smacking his shoulder, “Five whole minutes? Hm you mean you had time to make me cum again and you didn’t?”

Your teasing makes Chan growl and playfully nip at your ear, “Careful what you say kitten, we still have a whole night at our disposal. Who said anything about stopping before sunrise?”

He gets up to go answer the door at the knock, winking at you before his eyes rake over your form again, licking his lips. You two would certainly be celebrating and making up for lost time tonight.

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Partners Against Crime

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: After your boyfriend takes a promotion, you’re assigned a new partner. How will you both deal with the separation and potential of someone getting in the way? 

Warnings: This fanfiction does revolve around law enforcement but I will not include any controversies. 

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Thank you @stucky-my-ship for requesting this! I’m so excited to turn this into a series. Hope you enjoy <3 Thank you so much to those who read! Feedback and interactions are heavily appreciated. Also! Please reach out if you would like to be tagged in future parts and my other projects.

Part 1

You flickered your eyes open as a blaring noise came from beside you. No matter how many years of experience you had with this job, you swore you would never get used to this schedule. Even when you were starting out as a beat cop everything seemed easier. It was probably just the adrenaline from coming straight out of the academy but then your life changed. You were promoted from beat and finally landed your goal job as a detective. You dreamed of being a detective ever since you were little. You smiled softly at the memory of you sneaking downstairs to watch tv behind your parents backs. Often finding yourself glued to crime shows; they fueled your desires to take down criminals.

You throw your arm toward the side table and shut off the alarm. Then you proceed to roll over and frown at the empty bed space beside you. Your boyfriend, James Barnes, well you called him Bucky, just got promoted to Sergeant. He was officially in charge of the precinct you both worked at. Which was both a blessing and a curse. You were so proud of Bucky, he finally got the promotion he has been working his ass off for and the new job came with a lot of good things for him.

But, you couldn't hide the fact that it was gonna severely weigh on you. You and Buck had been partners since you first got promoted to detective. You both really clicked from that day forward. It was gonna take a lot to get used to not having him by your side. In this line of work you need a person you can trust one thousand percent. At the end of the day this person is in charge of your life and you're in charge of theirs. Bucky was the definition of what a partner meant to you. Which is why it was no shock that three years later you both shared an apartment and ended up falling in love. However you just knew the promotion would put a damper on that as well. You had to keep your affair hidden from the precinct and trusted very few people. When you moved in with Bucky, you weren't even allowed to update your address so every now and then you'd make your way over to your old place to pick up mail. Luckily, you hit it off with your old landlord and he helps with anything and everything you need. Although you were certain he did it to eventually get a legal favor. But you didn't mind. It bought you time with the man you love.

Being that the precinct didn't know about you and Bucky, you couldn't stop yourself from worrying about the future. He was no longer your equal. He was your boss and you were terrified of the thought of someone finding out about your relationship. It could get both of you fired or moved to different precincts. Which was the better of the two, but it would be hard to work without each other. You strongly believed what made you best at your job was having him beside you. Or at least in the same work place. This mindset also made you question if your relationship would ever progress more than it was. Of course you wanted to eventually marry Bucky but how would that work with your jobs? There were so many obstacles the two of you faced and it made you even more stressed for your first day without him.

While groaning, you rub your face. Then you gain the strength to pull yourself from the half empty bed. You make your way to the bathroom and turn on the water. Giving it time to heat up while you go grab a towel and pick out clothes for your day. After showering and getting ready, you stepped out of your shared room. The apartment is small and cozy. New York was an expensive city to live in but you both made it work. When you were looking for apartments, you didn't care where you ended up just as long as we were with each other. Being that the apartment was tiny, you could see straight into the kitchen from the hallway. Your eyes fell straight on a note besides the partially full coffee pot. You smile to yourself and walk over. You lift it off the counter and begin to read,

Good morning Doll

I hope you slept well. I left early this morning to get a head start on everything at the station. I made us coffee. I hope it's still good by the time you wake up.

Yours,

Bucky

P.S. Please grab our usual at the deli before you come in

You let out a brief chuckle at the final sentence written on the piece of paper. You grab a travel mug from the cabinet and place it in front of you. Then you proceed to grab the pot and pour it into the cup. After adding creamer and sugar, you bring the cup to your lips and take a small sip. The coffee was good but on the colder side. Therefore you pop it in the microwave while you quickly grab your belongings. When you hear the beep, you remove it and put the lid on. Carrying everything with you out of the door.

While driving to work, you swing by the deli up the road from your apartment building. You park on the busy New York street and quickly get out of your car and run inside. The bell above the door dings and Frank and Linda look up from behind the counter. You shoot them a large smile and they quickly return. The deli was owned by this sweet older couple since the early 70s. They were so kind to you and really cared for their regulars. So much so, they memorized Bucky and your order. Sometimes even having it ready before you arrive in the mornings.

"Good morning (y/n)! Where's Bucky?" Frank asks, his welcoming smile fading into a light frown. He walks toward the edge of the counter to meet you.

"Good morning! He went in early. First day of the new promotion. I'm still gonna bring him breakfast though," you explained while Linda grabbed a brown paper bag from the far counter and brought it toward you.

"Oh! Please tell him we wish him well, would you? We remember like it was yesterday when you both started coming in here. You've come a very long way and were so proud of you both," Linda said kindly. Her words turn your cheeks a dark shade of pink.

You could remember that day like it was yesterday as well. Bucky brought you here on your first day of the job and you've been coming to Frank's since.

-

"Why don't we stop and get food before we start our case? I know this amazing deli a few blocks away from the station," Detective Barnes suggests and you nod.

His gaze stays on you while you both get into his car. You slide into the passenger seat then proceed to put your seat belt on. You watch him do the same then start the car.

"So how long have you been a detective?" you ask softly, fiddling with your notebook and pen in your lap.

"Bout' 5 years or so. Rogers, the guy you met back at the precinct, he was my partner. We go way back," He replies while he pulls out of his parking spot. Beginning to make his way up the block.

You watched the busy street and took everything in with new eyes. You lived in New York your whole life but the city was still new to you. Your gaze shifts to your partner and you blushed lightly. His dark hair, calming smile and kind personality seemed to draw you in. But you pushed those thoughts away. This was professional and you knew that. However you found yourself incredibly lucky to be partnered with someone who already gave you such a welcoming homely feeling.

"Whatcha thinking about, (y/l/n)?" he asks. Shifting his attention from the road to you. His eyes connected with yours and suddenly all of your first day jitters went away.

His eye snapped back to the road and he began puling to a stop. Veering off to the right side of the road into an empty parking spot. Once his eyes snapped away, you took a deep breath and looked away as well.

"Just trying to get a good read on my partner. Making sure he's not dirty or part of something that'll get me killed," you say jokingly. You let out a laugh at your own stupid explanation and Barnes' attention quickly turned back to you. The corners of his mouth instantly went up and he shot you a toothy grin.

"Don't worry. If you're with me long enough. I'd let you in on my dirty cop side. No need to fear for your life," He joked back. Holding up his hands as if he were surrendering.

"All about the money in the end, isn't it Barnes?" You asked, continuing this forming inside joke.

"Oh definitely."

You both get out of the vehicle and you notice a big sign above the small deli. The name reading FRANK'S. You both walk inside and you smile as you're greeted by a seemingly older couple. You have been to countless deli's in New York State but this one gave you a great feeling. You didn't have family in the city. So it amazed you how quickly strangers could become such a crucial piece in your life.

-

She hands the order to you and you begin to pull out your wallet. Frank instantly puts his hand up and smiles, "Please it's on the house today. Also don't forget your coffee! Feel free to grab one for Bucky too."

"Thank you so much," was all you managed to reply with. Their utter kindness always brought so much love to your heart.

You notice you forgot the mugs so you walk out of the shop toward your car. You unlock it and pull on the passenger side door. You put the food in your car. Then lean over and grab your nearly empty travel mug from home and the spare from your car. You bring them inside so you can quickly fill them up before making a b line to work.

When you arrive, you walked into the precinct with your hands full. Doing your best to carefully get to your desk. You notice Bucky making himself at home in his new office and you can't help but feel an overwhelming amount of happiness for your boyfriend. He looks so excited and you were so incredibly proud of him. You set your coffee down then pull out your breakfast sandwich placing it on your desk. You grab the brown bag and Bucky's coffee wasting no time before you walk into his office. The man instantly looks up from his papers with a smile.

"Good morning beautiful. Is that for me?" He asks softly, keeping his voice low enough so no one hears.

"Good morning Sergeant Barnes," you say with a small smirk growing on your lips. You move closer to the desk and set everything down. "Linda and Frank gave us our food for free today. They wanted to congratulate you on the promotion. They're very proud of you."

"That's very kind of them. I needed this. Thanks for picking up the food. Rogers told me to come in early and I'm kinda glad I did because he was able to give me the full run down. Hopefully everything goes smoothly from here on out. Although it was weird coming in alone. I hope that won't become a regular thing. Despite the headache, I love our chaotic mornings," Bucky explains followed by a small chuckle. Your mind instantly recalls how usually your mornings consisted of you both fighting for space to get ready. Except you also both secretly adored the morning due to the fact Bucky loves to wake you up with light kisses.

"I agree. I really hope it's not regular. I already lost my partner, the last thing I want to lose is alone time with my boyfriend," you sigh then force a slight laugh. You didn't mean for it to come off in an upsetting way, but you realized it did when the room fell silent.

"Is my new partner coming in today?" You ask curiously, unable to find anything but awkwardness after your statement. You pay close attention to his face and notice a sour look appear. Maybe he wasn't taking it as well as you thought.

"Yeah. He should be in soon," Bucky replies and you nod. You walk out of his office and make your way to your own desk.

You unwrap your sandwich and use one hand to eat and the other to flip through your files. Taking in all of the new information for the case you are starting. You quickly finish your food then you take a large sip of your coffee. You haven't been given any information on your new partner so you wanted to make sure you knew as much as you could about your mutual assignment. Just in case you were stuck with someone inexperienced.

After about a half hour of being lost in thought while analyzing your papers, Bucky's strong voice fills the room. You look up and catch his gaze. He motions for you to come toward him; you get up from your chair and follow behind him into his office. Inside you see a man sitting in one of the two chairs across from Bucky's. He had on black dress pants, a light blue button up shirt and a black blazer. The outfit complimented his body quite well. Your focus moves up to his face, noticing his piercing blue eyes and his slightly long blonde hair. You hear a fake cough come from Bucky and instantly look at him.

"Detective (y/l/n), this is your new partner. You guys will be working the Reagan case together."

The man stands up from his chair and eyes you up and down. He finally extends his hand to you and you shake it.

"Hi, I'm Detective John Walker."

[thestarrynightslover]

It’s a Good Day to Have a Bad Date

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Word count: 2,383

Warnings: Slight mentions of an OC with criminal priors, violent tendencies, and a juvenile record. A teeny-tiny bit of angst.

Summary: The reader meets Jay as she's trying to find out stuff about the guy she's about to go out with and ends up switching dates.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: Just to make one thing clear: I did some research on Illinois's laws  (not sure I got it right tho) and, apparently, this fic is very inaccurate. But I really wanted to pursue the idea, so just humor me, please 🙏🏻. Anyways, I had a lot of fun while writing this and thought about making a part two... But I'm not sure. Tell me what you think! 💗

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You inhaled deeply one more time before you walked into the police district. There wasn’t even a real reason for you to be so nervous about it. You weren’t a victim and you weren’t a criminal. So, what’s the worst that could happen? 

The worst that could happen was, of course, you getting a bunch of cops mad at you because you went to waste their time with some pathetic whining. It was decided, you were gonna turn back around right now, while you still had time, and just go home.

On second thought, though, it was a matter of public safety. Your safety. Which was just as valid because you were just as much of a U.S. citizen as anyone else. So you went in. 

Shit. The place was almost empty, which meant everyone would notice if you left. And they’d ask questions, so you figured you’d, at least, get ahead of them, as you walked shyly towards the front desk. There, you were met by an older woman who looked bored, and still, terrifying.

“Can I help you with something?” She asked you, while cautiously checking you out. Oh my God, she thought you could be a victim! You were such an idiot.

“Um, it’s, um, it’s actually nothing, really. I shouldn’t even have come here in the first place.” You told her while smiling a little. What you didn’t know was that what you said had only raised more flags in the sergeant’s mind, even catching the attention of a tall man writing some things down on a paper at the corner of the counter. The young detective stayed back because he knew that Platt would know how to manage the situation, but continued listening to every word of the conversation.

The sergeant, then, took her glasses off, setting them on the counter. “Listen, miss, my name is Trudy Platt and the reason why I became a cop was that I wanted to help people, in every way that I possibly could. So, if you need my help with anything, just tell me what it is. And, I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to give it to you.” She assured you and, as much as you felt this huge sympathy for the woman, you also felt even worse about making her waste her time. So you tried to fix things.

“Oh, my God! I’m so, so, so sorry! I’m not a victim in any way, thank God. I said that I shouldn’t have come here because I’m not even sure if what I wanted to ask is legal…” You told her with a nervous laugh. Hearing that, the Sergeant’s eyes sparked with curiosity.

“Well, then I probably won’t be able to help you.” She told you, stressing the ‘probably’ and making the man at the end of the counter shamelessly turn his face in your direction in order to better hear your conversation. “But… Since you’re already here, and it’s been such a slow day for the District, maybe you should just ask me whatever you want to and I’ll be the judge of whether that’s legal or not. After all, unless you’re some sort of lawyer, I should know more about the law than the average civilian.” The Sergeant skilfully baited you.

“Um, no, I’m not a lawyer.” You confirmed with a small laugh while tugging some of your hair behind your ear. “Actually, since I’ve just recently moved here to Chicago ⎼ to Illinois, really ⎼, I’m probably a lot below your average civilian.” You stated with a giggle. At that, the guy that had lost his discretion about eavesdropping started chuckling a little himself, to which the older woman responded with a look you’d absolutely hate having directed to you.

“So, Chuckles, you have nothing better to do than to stay here listening to other people’s conversations?”

“First of all, it’s detective,” he started in a mocked smug tone, “and, second: no, uh, I actually don’t. I came to fill this paperwork down here exactly because we were about to kill each other upstairs, just to get out of the boredom.” He added, raising some paper files he had in-hand. “Besides, you know how much I, too, love to help people.” He said while shooting you a charming smile. Okay, that guy was pretty handsome. “Jay Halstead, nice to meet you.” The detective informed you, holding out his hand.

“Right, um, nice to meet you too, sir.” You replied, shaking his hand. “I didn’t even say my name, what a clums!” You joked while patting yourself on the forehead. “I’m (y/n) (y/l/n).”

“Okay, just, please, lose the ‘sir’ with that one, otherwise, he’ll never let it go.” Trudy chipped back in the conversation.

“So, what was it that you wanted to ask the sarge? I can assure you that we’ll let you know if it’s illegal. After all, two judges are better than one.” He suggested, all smiles.

“Since when?” The sergeant practically barked at the younger man, just to add: “You know what? You wanna be here at my front desk, Halstead? Then be here, but be quiet and let the lady talk.” She bluntly ordered him, who decided to do as he was told.

“Alright, um, it’s just that this guy who I don’t really know anything about asked me out and I said yes, even though I got a bad vibe from him?” They just stared at you with their jaws dropped, so you added: “Pathetic, I know. But I didn’t really wanna judge him without any proof, or anything like that, so I figured that, maybe, I could try and check if he has any criminal priors or something.” You finished with a tiny embarrassed smile.

“And why on Earth would you think that we could give you this type of information?” The sergeant asked you, her expression being one of pure shock.

“I, uh…” You didn’t really want to embarrass yourself even more but felt the urge to explain anyways. “It’s just that I’m a small-town girl, okay? And, over there, everybody knew my family, so, whenever I wanted to go out with someone, my dad would just ask his buddies at the Sheriff’s office to look the guy over. And he always told me that that was really important, so, when I moved to the state’s capital, I just wouldn’t go out with anyone unless a close friend vouched for him. Because I was terrified of what I’d see and hear on the news. But here… I don’t really know anyone yet.” You blurted it all out, to two strangers! To two cops who probably had something, or somethings, better to do than to listen to your whining. “Anyhow, I’m really sorry that I wasted your time, guys. Won’t happen again.” At that, they exchanged a look, and the sergeant said:

“You know what? You’re right, kid. The world is a dangerous place. And, unfortunately, it is even more dangerous for us women. So I’m gonna look the guy up. But I’m not gonna tell you exactly what it says if something comes up.” She told you, much for your surprise, and, then, turned to the detective, saying: “If you say a single word about this to anyone, and I mean anyone, Chuckles, I swear to God that I’ll cut your tongue out myself.”

“Geez, sarge. How can you swear such an ugly thing like that to God?” He asked her, in a mockery tone, while making a hilarious expression.

“Ha! Keep that up and your tongue won’t be the only thing I’m gonna cut.” She threatened him again and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter when he made a shocked expression and put his hands protectively over his crotch.

“For your information, I wanna help the girl just as much as you, so I wouldn’t say anything. You didn’t have to threaten me.” He tried to recover, as you handed her a small piece of paper with your possible date’s name.

“Oh, I know. But I wasn’t about to miss out on the opportunity.” She shot back at him while typing the name on the District’s computer. “Okay, here it is... Wow."

"What? What is it?" You asked her, as you watched the detective perk himself over the counter to look at the screen.

"Jesus. This guy's got himself quite a rap sheet." He commented, making you shiver, thinking of what could happen to you, if you went on with the date.

"What exactly do you mean by that, detective?" You asked the man who probably noticed your discomfort, because he spoke again, in a tranquilizing tone:

"No, relax. It's nothing too bad, like violent or anything. But there's some pretty nasty stuff here." He told you, not really making you relax.

"There's something here, though." That caught the detective's eye again. "His juvenile record is sealed, the only thing I can see without a warrant is an observation from his caseworker. She says something about him having violent tendencies." She told you with a sigh, taking her glasses off again. "Look, I know that I can't tell what to do and what to not do, (y/n), but, as a suggestion? Stay the hell away from this piece of work. You seem like a nice enough girl, I'd hate to see you come in here as a victim someday."

“Oh, God, no! I heard you loud and clear, sergeant! Don’t worry about it, I’m canceling that date ASAP!” You exclaimed, agreeing with her.

“That’s great!” The detective spoke this time, sounding a little too happy about the fact that you were about to cancel a date with a man who had criminal priors and violent tendencies. So both you and the other woman stared at him. “Err, I mean because you’re not gonna go out with him.” You just giggled a little at the way he was digging an even deeper hole for himself. “Because he’s a bad guy.” He added, once again getting a glare from Trudy. “You know what I mean.” He finished, defeated, not looking in your eyes.

“Well, uh,” you started, trying to keep yourself from laughing too hard, “anyways, I can only thank you both. You guys got me out of something that could be really unpleasant, to say the least.” You told them, a bit more serious this time.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Just glad we could help.” Detective Halstead said, smiling kindly at you.

“Yeah. This time, I actually agree with you, Halstead.” The sergeant half-joked.

“Aw, that’s very kind, but, really, thank you!” You restated your gratitude, then asking: “I should probably get going now, right? Stop wasting your time?”

“It’s not like we were doing much before you got here-” Trudy began saying, but was interrupted by the detective, who quickly told you:

“Yeah, you should go. You know, cause a police District…” You knew he was right, but those two seemed like really nice people, especially after having helped you dodge a bullet, so to speak, and you’d hoped that you were finally making some friends in the Windy-City. “Anyways, um, lemme walk you out.” He offered you while motioning to the door. At that, you and the sergeant shared a look that told you she also found it weird that the detective would wanna walk with you through such a minimal distance.

“Uh, um, o- okay.” As you and Halstead walked towards the exit, you couldn’t help but notice what nice features he had. Like, your mind just kept going back to what a good-looking man he was.

“So…” He trailed off.

“So…” You answered, not really sure about what to say.

“You know, um, it’s gotta be a hell of a bummer for you. Being here in Chicago without knowing many people. This city… It’s all about finding your community.” He told you in a sympathetic tone.

“Hum…” You breathed out as you thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, well, I guess that I can only hope I’ll have better luck at making acquaintances the next time I go out to explore it.”

“Right.” The detective agreed. “Uh, listen, I know that this may sound a little too forward, but, maybe, I could show you some of my favorite places, someday? I mean, only if you’re interested! Because I don’t want you to feel like-”

“Actually, I’d very much like that! If it isn’t going to be any trouble for you…” You cut him off excitedly.

“No! No trouble at all!” He quickly assured you. “Um, thi- this is my card.” He said, lifting up a small business card for you to see. “I’m gonna write my personal number on the back of it. Call, or text me when you have some time to go out. Or if you just want someone to talk…” The handsome man added with a smile. God, what a smile.

“Okay, um, thanks, dete-”

“No, please! Call me Jay.”

“Alright,” you acknowledged, a little nervous this time, “then, thank you, Jay. Just, be advised, I can be very talkative sometimes, which means you might regret giving me this.” You warned him with a sly smile while waving the card in front of his face.

“Huh.” Jay pretended to consider it for a moment. “Is it too weird if I say I have a feeling that I won’t regret it?” He then asked you with a cute shy smile.

“Well, it sure isn’t weirder than me saying that I really hope you don’t regret it.” You confessed to him with a wink.

“Hey, are you two gonna take that flirting elsewhere on your own, or do you need me to get you a room?” You heard Sergeant Platt call out, blushing immediately.

“I’m so sorry about that!” Jay told you, looking a little flushed himself. “You should probably go now.” He added with an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, I think you’re right..” You agreed, but, as you were turning around to leave, he grabbed your wrist lightly, saying:

“Just… Don’t forget to call.” Hearing that, you snickered a little.

“I have a feeling that I won’t.” You told him, almost repeating his previous words, which got some chuckles out of him.

Now you understood the nickname.

[cloverthirteen]

Was Ace Attorney made as a satire on Japan’s legal system? -- An analysis

I wouldn’t really call myself an Ace Attorney fan--I’ve never played any of the games, the closest I’ve come being watching other people’s let’s plays. I do like reading about the series on wikis and interacting with fan content for it, though, so I do know a fair amount about it.

One thing I see being said pretty often by fans is that the series was intended as a satire/parody of the Japanese legal system, which is why the courts are ridiculously biased towards the prosecution, prosecutors often care more about perfect win records more than putting actual guilty people behind bars, etc. If you’re familiar with this, you’ve probably heard of Japan’s 99% conviction rate. This interpretation of the games and the way they work definitely makes sense.

But after hearing this many times I eventually noticed something. There isn’t a single actual source (creator statement, interview, etc.) that backs up this claim. Every time I see someone online say “the series creator made Ace Attorney to parody Japan’s actual legal system” there is never a link to an interview or anything that proves their statement correct. If someone has an actual, verified source from Shu Takumi or someone else who had significant involvement with the series, please prove me wrong and show it to me. But according to all of the creator’s statement’s I’ve read, there’s no evidence of the series being an intentional parody.

So, what do we know about the creation of the Ace Attorney series? Well, it was created by Shu Takumi, who wrote and directed the first three games. After working on the dinosaur survival horror game Dino Crisis for Capcom, he was given the opportunity to make any kind of game he wanted. He really wanted to make mystery and adventure games, and from that came Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney.

MC: Before developing Ace Attorney you worked on Dino Crisis. How does one go from dinosaur survival horror to virtual courtrooms?

ST: Dino Crisis was the brainchild of my then boss, Resident Evil creator, Shinji Mikami. Working on his projects taught me not only how to make games, but also how to think about them. After Dino Crisis 2 wrapped, Mr Mikami gave me six months in which to create any kind of game I wanted.

I was still pretty wet behind the ears, but as I'd originally joined Capcom with a desire to create mystery and adventure games, this was a huge chance for me to make my mark as a creator. In the end it took a team of seven 10 months to produce the first GBA Ace Attorney title. Having the freedom to create exactly the kind of game I wanted was amazing and it was a real pleasure to work on that project.

MC: Can you remember when the idea of Ace Attorney first came to you? How did your bosses respond to the idea of a lawyer-based adventure game when you first described it to them?

ST: It was in 2000 when Mr Mikami said I could make my own game and my original idea was a fairly typical adventure with a detective as the main character. Most mystery adventures have the player choose from a number of different dialogue options for their character in order to progress the story, but I wanted a new gameplay style that enabled players to deduce for themselves what was happening, rather than just selecting canned responses. I developed this into the concept of facing off against the suspect in a crime and exposing the contradictions in their statements.

I was sure my new idea would be a fun and original take on the genre, so I started to revise the main character, since a detective would be too traditional for such an original concept. I asked myself, "What kind of professional would face off against a suspect and expose their contradictory statements?" The answer, of course, was a lawyer and so the Ace Attorney concept was born.

(source, from an interview on the making of the series)

Takumi’s original concept for the game involved Phoenix as not a defense lawyer, but as a detective. The gameplay was to consist of “facing off against the suspect of a crime and finding the contradictions in their statements.” However, Takumi eventually realized that taking apart contradictions wasn’t really a detective’s job, and decided to change the protagonist to a lawyer and the setting to a courtroom instead. And thus, the game’s concept was finalized.

Janet: As you know, “Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Trilogy” is coming out world-wide this winter, and as I was brainstorming what to write about for this week’s blog, I remembered your tweets from 2010.

Takumi: Tweets from 2010?

Janet: …Well, it was a long time ago…

Takumi: ???

Janet: I-It’s OK if you don’t remember…

Takumi: …Oh, THOSE! Yes!

Janet: I remember reading them and being shocked by how different the original draft of the game’s story was – how Phoenix wasn’t even a lawyer, but a private eye!

Takumi: Yes, AA was originally supposed to be a detective game, so naturally, Phoenix was to be a private eye. But then, one day, I made a startling realization: the gameplay concept I was going for was for players to enjoy finding and taking contradictions apart, but that was hardly related to investigating or detective work at all. In that moment, I had it – I realized that the main setting for the game should be the courtroom.

Janet: That’s quite the jump, but you know, I can’t imagine this series being anything else at this point. 

(source, from an interview by Janet Hsu about the game’s early development)

During the development for the game, Takumi actually knew very little about the intricacies of the legal system--and in fact, he’s been very transparent about that fact in interviews. There’s even a story he talks about in a blog post where he was asked “shouldn’t we do some research on law before we make this game?” and agonized over it for a bit before deciding that being accurate about courtroom processes wasn’t important--what was important was that the game made the trials exciting and fun.

November, 2000. The characters were coming together, and I was working desperately on my first scenario (the current Turnabout Sisters). One day, I was asked about the one thing I didn’t want to be asked about.

“Mr. Takumi. Don’t we need to do some research on law?”

The knowledge I have about the law, pretty amounts to the one fact that in Japan we have the Roppō Zensho ('Complete Book of The Six Major Legal Codes').

“Don’t bother with that. This is a detective game. “

It should have been over with this one line, but…

“But this isn’t a detective game, it’s a lawyer game!”

“If it’s not going to be realistic, I don’t see why this should be about trials.”

“People who play this might get wrong knowledge from the game!”

“We might get sued by the Bar Association!”

“They’ll start complaining!”

…Gyakuten Saiban (Ace Attorney GBA) is simply a “mystery game.”　“Being realistic” is not what is important. What’s important is emphasizing, and recreating the unique “atmosphere” and “tension” of the courtroom. That is why the judge uses a gavel, even though no judge uses that, and why Naruhodō shouts "Objection!" even though nobody does that either.　This game does not need a “realistic courtroom”!

Chasing the true murderer down to the end, and then getting applauded for that in the courtroom. That feeling of thrill and excitement. It was only by February of the following year when we finally manage to recreate that in the game. The couple of months after this had happened, we looked around, got lost and troubled our minds in search for the answer of the big question of “How do we make a trial into a game?”.  Fall was passing by, and the cold winter was close upon us.

(source, from an archived blog post by Takumi)

So, realism and knowledge of law wasn’t important to Takumi during the development of the series. But there’s also the fact that Takumi has actually personally denied that the Ace Attorney series was an intentional satire or criticism of the court system at any point. In fact, according to a blog post (done as if Phoenix and Maya were reading the column and commenting on it), he actually dislikes people seeing his work this way, as he never intended the games to have any big political statements.

A major prerequisite for Gyakuten Saiban is it’s so simple “even my mother could play it”.  So there is only one point at the core of the game: “Seeing through lies”.

Naruhodō: It wasn’t even supposed to be a game about the trials at first. Mayoi: Eh! Really?! Naruhodō: “Simple” is basically all this game is about, according to TakuShū. Mayoi: What do you mean? Naruhodō: He didn’t want to add all kinds of elements for the player to think about, like alibis, tricks or about the culprit. It’d just confuse them. Mayoi: Really. Naruhodō: Basically, you can proceed in the game if you just think about where the contradiction is. He figured that with that, the controls of the game could also stay simple. Mayoi: But, but, why the trials then? Naruhodō: “A story about a detective seeing through lies” wouldn’t be any different from the other games out there. So that’s why he decided to have someone whose job is seeing through lies as the protagonist. Mayoi: So a defense attorney. Naruhodō: Occasionally  TakuShū sees magazines introducing the game as “a work that dared to take on the theme of trials”, and that actually hurts him. Mayoi: He never meant to be something as big as that…. 

(source, from the mentioned blog post)

Ultimately I see how easy it is, if you know a good amount about both Ace Attorney and Japan’s legal system, to come to the conclusion that the games were made as a dig against the latter. However, somewhere along the line, people apparently stopped seeing this as merely a theory and instead as a definite fact. Now, that doesn’t mean that the theory is entirely unfounded--given that Takumi focused only on making trials interesting and fun in the games, you could say that the games work as an light, comedic parody, not meant to make any political statements. And hey, maybe there’s something I missed--maybe there were other people working on the series who did have significant knowledge of law and wrote some parts of the games as intentional satire of the system. Again, if anyone has evidence of this, don’t hesitate to provide it. But with what I know, I don’t think going “well actually” to people who point out the ridiculousness and unfairness of Ace Attorney’s court system is necessary. It’s simply that way to make the games more fun.