#Dramatical Murder Fanfiction

[aspenmissing]

【Ｓｅａｓｏｎ　１】

ᴅᴀᴛᴀ_01_ʟᴏɢɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴅᴀᴛᴀ_02_ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Clockwork sees how stressed Danny is from trying to be the goodest boy and never do anything remotely bad that could turn him evil and thinks he may have overdone it. At this rate his panic over never doing anything evil is going to force him to emotionally burn out and stop caring. Then he'll turn evil anyway.

So Clocky does something that sounds completely ridiculous in theory. He scoops Danny up and drops him into a universe full of superheros and villains and tells him to "Do whatever you want. There will be no consequences for you." Then he leaves.

And just like that, Danny goes apeshit. He decides to do the one thing he always wanted to do but was too afraid to because he didn't want to be judged, or worse, forced to join his parents.

He becomes a supervillian. Not as Phantom, no. But as Fenton! He goes full super genius mad scientist and terrorizes whatever city he's in. The local superhero is being driven insane as Danny builds death rays, shrink rays, his own modified version of the GAV, ect.

The best part if that the local heros can never catch him for long and when he is caught he always escapes before he is transported to whatever facility they wanted him in. He always ends up back in his home dimension where he goes back to acting normal and no one from either human dimension or the Infinite Realms knows what he's up to (except the stop watch of course)

After a particularly fun day in which Danny highjacks all broadcasting services to teach everyone in the world how to make insulin at home so you didn't have to pay a ridiculous amount for necessary medication, the Justice League was now on his tail.

Danny just laughs, thinking there's no way they'd ever be able to arrest him. Little does he know some guy calling himself Batman is leading the mission and he has no intention of arresting him. Danny, much to his horror, becomes far to familiar with adoption papers. As in he keeps having to set them on fire.

[mumifyy]

A Heartfelt gift 💝

(Vox x Anxiety!reader) Part 2 of “I love you”.

⚠️Warning⚠️, This is recommended for mature audiences only. Read at your own risk.

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Warning: BIG Violence, kinda implied NSFW?, blood, use of weapons (his sharp ass hands), Yandere tendencies, murder, ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️Valentino⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️🤮, torture, no use of pronouns, not proof read, mentions of panic attacks, gore,

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A/N: Finally decided to stop procrastinating and get this done before I totally forget lmao, I hope this ain’t ttoooooo much but it’s just what I thought Vox would do if his lover was attacked by Valentino, gross 🤢 (Valentino makes me want to pull out his arms and use his fingers to glue onto his bald ass head for hair 😒) ((I hate that mf with my entire being I swear.)) 🙏😭 please read the notice at the very end it’ll make sense (I hope)

Hopefully Y’all like the little treat I have for y’all at the end 😜

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A yawning breath escaped your lips, your eye fluttering open from your slumber as you rolled over, your fingers gracing your phone to open it, seeking the knowledge of the time.

12:55 PM

“Damn…” You mumbled out in the quietness of you and your boyfriend’s shared bedroom. You sat up in bed, opening your phone to see a notification just from a few hours prior from your lovely spouse.

“Good morning my love, I hope you slept well despite last night. I’ve got a little surprise for you later today so I hope you’re ready for it. If you need me just call me and I’ll answer.”

Delivered 9:21 AM.

God you loved him. Your lips curled into a soft smile, your soft cheeks lightening up with a pink hue as you stared at the heartfelt message.

“Good morning my favorite TV, thank you for helping me last night and I’m excited for the surprise :D!!! I love you and have a good day Voxxxx :3” Delivered 12:58 PM.

You yawned and swung your legs off the bed, standing up and walking over to your bathroom to brush your teeth and freshen up for the day. The soft padding of your feet against the floor filled the silence in the room as you picked up your phone to play your favorite songs while you get dressed. Today felt to be like a great day already, usually, Vox in his line of work wouldn’t be able to spend time with you much as you and Vox both hated to admit it. But to see he had some time for you brightened your day up quickly as it started. You decided to wear something more formal today considering your surprise with Vox. A black turtle neck sweater with thin stripes from your boyfriend’s closet, paired with a black denim jean skirt/baggy dress pants and black pantyhose/or none. And of course your favorite thick black red bottomed thick chunky heels/Black red bottomed dress shoes. And of course your necklace with Vox’s name. He loved it when you wore it. And for the final touches you put on earrings that resembled Vox’s antennas.

You stepped out of your shared room, checking the time in your phone to see if you had any free time before he comes home. Just then, your phone buzzed to life with a notification from sinstagram, the notification kept you busy as you walked down the hallway outside of your penthouse. You jumped out of your skin when somebody hugged you from behind, turning around and being met with a familiar TV headed man you loved.

“Hey love-“ Vox cut himself off, looking you up and down. “Damn sweetheart.. don’t make me take you here right here right now.” He grinned, a perverted blush forming in his cheeks while you flushed and looked away dumbfounded. “Come sweet girl.” He whispered to you, taking your hand in his and taking you outside of the VVV tower and into the usual limo you guys road in, pulling you onto his lap as the limo started up and began to drive to whatever destination. “So what drove you to dress up so well for me dollface?” He raised a brow, a snarky smirk on his face. “Well you did say you had a surprise so I wanted to look good for it..” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck to lay your head in his chest. “ah.” His chest rumbled with his reply. Time passed as the limo ran through the roads of Pentagram city, Your head lowered onto Vox’s chest not being able to notice to soft but crazed look in his eyes.

Finally, after exiting the Limo and following Vox, you found yourself infront of a cliff with peaceful waters swooshing below you. It was like a cheesy picnic date. Both you and Vox were sat down, eating both of your favorite foods together having a wholesome time together in hell, it was something you never thought you would have there in the violent place down below. After a while, Vox had asked you to stand up…

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16 hours earlier…

Vox’s fans were speeding for miles. Trying to keep him from over heating like lava. He was pissed to say the least. He knew in the next room over, you were sleeping soundly in his bed. Currently, he was stomping his way over to the culprit of your panic attack, his screen was glitching constantly, his employees giving him worried or nervous glances as she stomped by, even going as far to shove an employee out of the way harshly. Sparks flew from his body, his teeth gritting against each other like they were cheese shredders. Soon enough, he reached his destination, Valentinos studio.

Angrily, Vox didn’t give two shits about how Valentino would react to him damaging his studio. As quickly as he came he smashed the door in causing one of the hinges to the door and rip the door frame, the door hanging in for dear life.

“Shit!”

“What the hell Vox?! Im in the middle of a shoot!” Valentino barked in anger, secretly turning pale by the deathly scary look in Vox’s eyes, he had personally never say that look in his eyes, besides when the Alastor tantrum occurred.“M̵̡͊͊̃̐͗̄Y̴̼͖̣͋ ̸̨͕̦͙̝͙̣̎͂́͛͘̕F̶̢̱͎̭̙͑͋͊-̴̡̧͖̤̠̘̹̀̒̾̋)̸̘͗͛̍̀̚$̸̧͕̘͕͓̪͑̎͆͑͊͜—̴͖̩̟̫͐̂͆͆̕͘Ǘ̶͇̅͛͐̾̍͒͌̏̏͜ͅU̵͇̩̭̥͍̘͈͗̋͗̌̌̐͠ͅŲ̴͖̘̞̼̬̣͔̺̾!̴͓̼̦̟̺͔͇͙̔̐̔͒̍͌́̎̚͝’̶̛͉̰̭͖̝̈͊̎͐n̶̡̨̛͎̹̯̱̕C̸͈̳̆̒̇K̴͕̺̦̎͊̑Ì̴͈̱̘̹̣̜̍̏̔͐̆̀̕͘N̸̗͎̄̅̓̀͘C̸͎͊̂ ̵̘̫̙̥͉̑͂̔̌͌̀͐͌Ǫ̴̥̖͈̯̂̐̈́̕-̷̹̺͑̄͊̒̔̕F̶̙͙̫̭̰̼͈̘̳͕̀͐̚F̶͈͍̟̦̤͓̞̗͛͑͐͋̐͆̅̽̚͘ͅ$̶̬̥͉̋̓̍̈͆̄̀͠ͅ)̷̛͉͓͉̀̔͒̉̍̅$̶̭̣̲̥̫̓̌̓̋—̵͓̗̬͋̓̒̚C̶̨͍̟͉̳̠̹̀͒̽͜͠͝ͅĘ̵͓̌̀̅̊̇ ̴̟̌̿́́͊͘N̴͙̖̳͋͑̾̈̈́̈́̈̀͗Ő̸̗̅͊̊̅̈͌͠6̷̡̧̩͙̳̂̍͆–̸̧͈͇̬̣̯̭̖̀̋̀̊̋̋̀̐͐ͅ7̷̪̦͋W̴̨͔̟͂̈́̈́̏̀̓̀͂͑͠.”

(My fucking office now)

Vox angrily glitched, his fans working overtime as they cooled his fiery mother board as best as they could. It was surprising how didn’t have to reboot himself, not like he’s already had to twice in the same 10 minutes. The room was silent, Valentinos workers scurrying out of the room quickly. Vox marched to Valentino and yanked him out of his directors chair, Valentino stumbling forwards with a dumbfounded look. “You fucking touched what was mine. Now I’ll take what’s yours.” Valentino looked at Vox confused, his heart beating in his chest. All of the air from his lungs were suddenly sucked out of him, Valentino gasping for air as he looked at a now bloody Vox. Valentino fell backwards onto his ass and gasped for air as the pain kicked in. His hands grasped at his chest from where the intense pain came from, looking down to be met with something he would never guess. A large hole. Where his ribs had been, no basically torn apart flaring with blue electricity. Vox had ran into a rage that drove him to rob apart Valentinos ribs and snatch his heart out. Leaving him breathless as he walked out of the studio, Valentinos heart slowly loosing its rhythm in his hand.

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Present…

You stood up, looking down at Vox curiously with a glint in your oh so innocent eye. Vox stared at you lovingly, knowing you were all his, as he pulled out a small box and slowly opened it, a wave of tears and excitement filled you in an instant as you saw the ring in the box.

“My darling… the love of my life in the hell. (Name and last name), would you do me the great pleasure of sharing my last name with me?”

Vox said, looking up at you as he was on one knee, you were his lifeline, if you die, he dies. You were his heart, if you stop beating he stops too. He smiled as you cried and hugged him, falling down to your knees as you screamed yes over and over again like a mantra.

Vox cried with you, kissing you over and over like it would be his last, you were his, forever. His hands grasping at your cheeks as he smiled crazily, the blood still in his fingers as it smeared on your delicate cheeks, Valentino’s dead lifeless heart in your hands with your new found marriage worn on your ring finger, now covered in your assaulters blood. “Do you like my surprise my dear?” You stared into his lustful crazed eyes.

“I love it, it’s such…”

“A Heartfelt gift”

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A/n: I hope y’all like it and it’s not too much gore and stuffs lol, I mean it is hell after all. Also I do not know if Vox has a last name or not, it just felt right to put that as what he said yk? And fuck ⚠️🤮Valentino🤮⚠️ (not like that nastys) cause he’s a bitch 🙃.

[silentoathprincess]

Written for KouAo week 2024 Day 1: Crossdressing Koujaku wears a new outfit to tempt his boyfriend. Will likely remain a oneshot due to time constraints.

i miss contributing to the DMMD fandom here you go lovelies

[chrispywhispy]

First Kiss

I felt like writing for some reason and decided to write about one of my oldest ships, NoiCle from DMMD. Yes, a DRAMAtical Murder fanfic in 2024. There’s not much involved in here except for some kissing. Anyway, I just wanted to share these two 💚💛

Electronics has always been Noiz’s forte.

Whether it was hacking, fixing AI, or participating in Rhyme, he could do just about anything as long as it involved technology. It wasn’t a surprise when he saw a discarded and half damaged android while passing by a dingy alley. He’s fixed robotic pets before, but most definitely not a full scale model of what looked like a human, with half of its face torn off to reveal mechanical innards. Noiz was eager to explore new territory, and maybe even stave off some boredom, so he took the damaged robot and began working on it for the next few months. 

His hard work of staying up every night to monitor and run diagnostics was rewarded by a chipper voice as the android introduced himself by the name of “Clear,” now fully functional and repaired of missing skin and wires. The robot was a lot more expressive than he ever could, which made him equally amazed and jealous of his bubbly personality. Seriously, the guy was so lifelike, you’d never think he was all gears inside from all the programming behind the scenes. 

And speaking of personality, Noiz wasn’t sure if following him around his messy apartment was also part of it, but he didn’t seem to care either way. Clear just liked to observe him playing games on the hologram or fixing something on screen. He would also ask multiple questions a day, almost akin to a toddler with a mind of his own. Well, he did fix him. It’d be natural for the robot to be curious about anything and everything from someone who fixed him. 

Noiz also taught Clear the wonders of food, (not that he needed to eat but whatever,) things he enjoyed, testing out his features and whatnot. He had to admit, he was slowly falling more and more interested in Clear. He would deliberately insist on cooking for him instead of ordering take out pizza, and would even drag him outside for some fresh air. The industrial district wasn’t really as fresh from where he lived, but walking beside Clear’s unusual cheerfulness made the atmosphere ten times more enjoyable than being alone like he always was.

Today Noiz felt particularly lazy and stayed inside, laying back on his worn couch to click the TV’s channels on with a swipe of his thumb on the remote. Clear joined him soon after, just a comfortable distance of half a meter. Not that he was calculating. He just felt the shift of the couch move from Clear’s weight, who was inching closer by the second. 

“Noiz-san?”

Noiz mumbled a short hum of acknowledgment to let Clear know that he was listening, anticipating whatever he wanted to ask this time. He admired that Clear was respectful with his ‘-san’ but it was technically unnecessary given that he was younger than most mechanics out there.

“Why do you have piercings on your face?” 

“I just think they’re cool.” Not exactly a lie. He once saw a piercing shop and returned every few weeks or so to get more wherever part of his body could reach.

“Do they hurt?” 

Well that was a new one. The blond turned to face Clear’s ever so curious gaze, finding nothing but pink shiny eyes full of wonder. It’s not like they ever hurt on the day he got them. He couldn’t even feel an ounce of pain no matter how many injuries he got. 

“Not really. Why?“

“It just sort of looks like it does since it goes through your skin and all.” Clear points to one of them, his head tilted slightly to the side.

Eh, it wasn’t the most gruesome one. Probably even tamer. Worst case scenario would be a knife to the skull. That’d be a great piercing for sure. 

“Y’get used to it after a while. It makes for a nice permanent accessory so you don’t have to remove and put it on all the time.”

This time the android tilted his head back to its original position and put a hand on his chin in a classic thinking pose. What could he be thinking about anyway? Staring at his piercings so much… Actually, on second thought;

“If you’re so curious about them how about I show you what they can do?” 

Clear breaks his pose, only to be followed by wide beaming eyes. It was almost sparkling. He was sparkling. “Really? Please show me, Noiz-san!” 

Noiz sighed and stifled a smile of his own. He’s already got him hooked on, might as well play along right? To start, he points at the ring piercings on  one of his brows.

“You see, these make me look more expressive. I don’t express as much emotion as you so I got them.” He received a fascinated nod by Clear, to which the other replied; “That’s true. It makes up for the rest of your eyebrows. They’re very short.” 

He raised said pierced brow. “Hey, just because it’s short doesn’t mean they make up for it, idiot.” 

So what if his brows were short? They’ve always grown that way. He felt weirdly offended and pinched Clear’s cheek out of impulse. 

“O-Ow…!” Noiz allowed himself to grin this time as Clear scrunched his face up with a pout. “What was that for!” 

“Making fun of my brows.” He didn’t mean it in the slightest, but he enjoyed Clear’s reactions. Their banters always came as naturally as the wind. 

“Now these,” The blond pointed to the studs horizontally across his nose bridge. “They help me sneeze.” He glanced down Clear’s hand, prying one off his lap to replace his own. “Go on, try and pinch them.” 

As hesitant as he was just after being pinched playfully, Clear placed his index and thumb on the cold metal and waited. Noiz faked himself a sneeze as soon as Clear’s fingers touched the studs, eliciting a small gasp from the android. “See?“ He pointed to the last piercings on his face just below his lips. “Finally, these help me speak when I’m kicking ass. Cool, isn’t it?”

Today was probably the most he’s ever spoke in his life playing for a simple prank. Of course, whatever he said was total bullshit, but the way Clear attentively listened and observed with such focus, taking in every fact like some newfound discovery, made it hard to break the truth to him. 

“Wow… that’s amazing, Noiz-san!”

The android cheerily clapped his hands with a bright smile, almost as blinding as the sun. “Do you have more?” Clear’s lashes fluttered with eagerness, face inches away from his. 

Oh he does alright. 

“Well… I have this one right here.” 

Noiz stuck his tongue out to show the piercing embedded there, drawing out a look of astonishment and a hint of pink of the android’s face. That gave him an idea. 

“Wanna test it out? You did help me sneeze.” 

That seemed to make Clear blink, eyes glued to his tongue as he drew out a slow, “What will it… do?” 

“You’ll see.” At this point the distance between them was almost nonexistent, and If he was going to hell for this, Noiz will make sure it’ll be heaven for him and Clear. So Noiz leans in for their first kiss. It wasn’t any different than a human’s, and Clear’s adorable squeak to intimacy pleased something in him he never thought he had. 

The blond also takes the opportunity to study Clear’s features up close. He’s worked on him for months but the robot never failed to mesmerize him with how human he looked. His hair, albeit synthetic, was silky smooth to the touch. His porcelain skin soft and pale with two moles adorning his chin. His pastel pink eyes crowned with long snow white lashes carefully laced with precision. This unit was a work of art. His cheeks were now flushed the same color as his eyes at the contact of Noiz’s warmth. He was even able to react to sensations and temperature. 

Noiz began to test the waters by running his pierced tongue against Clear’s soft lips. The android made a sound of surprise and tentatively parted his lips to let Noiz enter, tasting and feeling the piercings he was oh so curious about. Truth be told, the only sensation he could feel was his tongue, and he hadn’t expected Clear to taste oddly sweet. Did he eat candy or was he just naturally tasty? Either way, Noiz wasted no time exploring what Clear had to offer, enjoying this manmade masterpiece letting out soft hums and pants. 

He pulled the android closer by the cheek, while the other hand snaked around his waist. They would’ve gone hours making out if it weren’t for the need to breathe. Noiz had to pull away much to Clear’s dismay.

“How’s that?” 

Clear almost wanted to go for a second round but decided to lick his lips instead, missing the taste of Noiz already. The cold metallic dud on his sensors made the experience strangely addicting.

“It was… good.” Good enough for him to bashfully turn away, making the blond snicker. “You have the nerve to look away from our first kiss.”

“E-Eh?!” 

Clear’s blush had already darkened into a nice shade of tomato red since they locked lips, now impossibly redder than ever. Noiz found it fun to tease this little white rabbit. 

“This really is my first kiss with Noiz-san… hazukashii~!” The android now fully covered his face with his hands, ears bright red complimenting his silver hair. 

“You just noticed that now?” Noiz found himself smiling at the flustered mess that was Clear, bringing his hands down despite Clear’s shy protests. 

“Let’s make that a second kiss then.”

Clear’s complaints soon died out once Noiz took his lips for another session, melting in his embrace. Although Noiz had other plans to spicen up whatever they had going on, he didn’t want to rush Clear into something he wouldn’t want. Like the ones on his… you know what. And so they shared kisses throughout the day onwards, teasing Clear and Clear teasing him back. 

It was a good time, and not once has Noiz regretted fixing Clear since the day he found him.

[cyberpunkboytoy]

Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder

Tags: Alien Stage AU, POV alternating, short chapters

Summary:

Long ago, the human race was enslaved by the Segyein and kept as pets for the aliens' amusement. One of the most coveted placements for a pet-human was on Alien Stage, a competitive singing competition made for the entertainment of alien-kind. The winning human brought their Segyein fame and fortune, along with honor and prestige. The losers...well, humans normally weren't told what happened when they lost. It spoiled the drama, and aliens loved drama.

That, and murder.

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Alien Stage AU. No knowledge of Alien Stage necessary.

(many thanks to @dmmdresources for the sprites I used to make my silly little visual aid)

[alliurs]

Its 2024 and I've started writing for dmmd again

[wise-lizard-wizard]

Reading a translated chinese BL webnovel and the latest chapter that was released ends at the part of the novel that is the angstiest and most drama filled. I am in hysterics.

(They update fairly often so I just need to be patient but yeah). How am I meant to live knowing the Love Interest has been Kidnapped and there is now a misunderstanding and the Main Character is Sad?!

Absolutely fanatastic novel, I love the translators for picking it up.

[thetenamongstthesethrees]

GUYSS IM ALMOST DONE WITH MY FIRST FIC AAAAAA IM SO EXCITEDDDDD

[ghostoftheyear]

oh also! part 2 of “secure yourself to heaven” is up!

check it out here

this chapter is about 4300 words long and features Aoba’s POV as he wanders around, ruminates on the past, and runs into an old friend. tags are same as before but I added one for body horror to be on the safe side.

[thenextcelestialchapter]

The Trial of Nemas - Chapter 1 - farmfreshsweetnspicy - Curse of the Chosen [Archive of Our Own]

The first chapter of "The Trial of Nemas" is up!

A mostly dramatic look at where the ending of "Curse of the Chosen" could have gone. It perhaps was Mr. Deacon's intention to have Io and Nemas forever go around saying stuff like, "We request that you do this for us..." But well, if I was one of their people I wouldn't feel confident about saying no to beings like that.

I think that if they're going to say something like "It is up to you, each and every one of you, to choose... If you obey." The people should immediately challenge that! I wouldn't want them to rule until they proved they could obey the people!

And I really think there'd be a lot of people that want "justice" for what "Nemas" did during the contest...

More to come, hope ya like! ^^b

[aspenmissing]

𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚊_𝟶𝟷_𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

In a shop called, Junk Shop Mediocrity, a blue haired male was talking on the phone with a customer.

"Thanks for calling Junk ship Mediocrity" The male, Aoba Seragaki, ended the call with the customer, only to come back on the phone for another customer who was calling. "How can I help you today?" He asks. "Yeah...Yeah...We've got a bunch of those in stock actually. Would you like to get one of them from us? Hello? What? My voice?" Aoba sighed softly. "That's awfully nice of you to say, but yeah, we've got those parts your looking for. The S type...We've actually got a special going right now. You wanna place an order?" Aoba taps his pen against the desk. "Sounds good. Thank you very much. I just need a credit card number to hold the order for you" Aoba then sighed again and placed the phone back into its charging holder.

"Aoba, let me guess. You got another compliment about your voice" His allmate, Ren, says. Aoba leans back in his chair, hands behind his head.

"Yeah...Seriously, I don't get the bid deal with voice anyway"

"It's getting people to place orders, so lighten up will you" Another voice says. Aoba and Ren turns their head to spot a silver looking cat allmate, Sushi, licking her paw.

"She had a point"

"Yeah, your right you two. It just started getting a little weird when guys said it. I just don't get why Y/N/N can't do it. She's the girl here"

"They just prefer yours" A purple to blue haired girl says, coming out from the back. Y/N L/N. "Besides, I don't even work here"

"They don't know that" Aoba whines.

"Aoba, you've got mail" Ren announces. Aoba looks at his coil.

"Right" Aoba goes to check.

"Your open, hya!" A voice shouts , a young boy with brown hair and a band-aid on his noise, wearing a mouse suit. He swung a stick on top of Aoba's head, causing Aoba to hold his head in pain.

"Ow, you friggin, little brat!" Aoba says.

"Your just as weak as you've ever been, Aoba" The Little girl, Mio, says.

"You've gotta be tough" Kio says.

"Hey, that's my line"

"How many times do we have to tell you to not play around in here. You three could get seriously hurt" Y/N says with a soft yet bold tone. The three kids look at her, just noticing her presence. Nao and Kio wore a small blush on their faces as they raced towards her, causing Sushi to jump onto the counter where Aoba was and leave Y/N to be pulled into a bone-crushing hug by the two younger boys, their arms wrapping around her neck as her's wrap around their bodies.

"Y/N!" They yell, as Nao starts to rub his cheek against Ruka's. She chuckles, hugging the two boys back. Mio giggles and skips over to Y/N, hugging her legs. Y/N looks down at the girl and smiles softly.

"Do I need to get a kendo stick of my own, you brat!" Aoba warns, looking at the siblings. Mio pulls away, grabbing Ren.

"I'm so scared. I'm gonna leave right now" Mio taunts, playing with Ren's paws.

"P-Please stop" Ren says. Sushi laughs as she licks her paw. Ruka places the two boys down. Kio separates from Y/N, leaving Nao to keep hugging Y/N, who rubs his head. Nao then looks up at the shelves, pointing to something that catches his eye "Hey, what's that?"

"I'm not sure" Kio says, mobbing next to his brown-headed brother. Aoba looks at them with narrowed eyes, but then relaxes when he feels a small hands rub his back, getting all of the kinks and knots out, causing him to sigh with relief. He looks up to see Y/N, and she smiles down at him.

"What would I do without you Y/N/N?"

"Meh" Aoba's coil beeps and he looks down at it with curiosity. He jumps up when his coil beeped, meaning that he replied and sent.

"Wait. Whoa, I didn't tell it to send" He looks to Y/N "I didn't just pick up some some Trojan did I?" She shrugs. The three kids go over to them.

"We're you just watching porn on your watch" Nao asks.

"Of course not" Aoba says, a deadpanned expression on his face.

"And why would you even suggest that?" Y/N asks, eyes squinted. At that moment, the owner of Junk Shop Mediocrity, Haga, announced his arrival as he held a box with his two hands.

"Hello there Aoba. And nice to see you again, Y/N" Haga greets the two warmly.

"Hey, welcome back boss" Aoba greets.

"Heya" Y/N says, leaning her arms over Aoba's shoulders. Her chin resting on his head.

"Yeah, I'm sorry it took me so long to get here" He notices that Aoba and Y/N aren't alone "Well now, look who's here. Wild things are visiting" The three kids smirk

"Hey, Aoba. Could you two do something for me? Sorry to ask, but could you take this pack to the delivery works? I'd take it myself but you know how things are" Haga asks, showing Aoba the box he had in his hands. Aoba nods as she starts to get up from his seat. Y/N moves back and holds out her arms for Sushi to jump into them. She does so.

"I'll come along too" Y/N says.

"We're out" Aoba says. Ren is sat in his bag, his head sticking out. "You guys be careful up there"

As Aoba and Y/N start to walk out of the show, they could hear Haga, "Behave, you guys" He scolds the children "Here, now, you three. It's dangerous to play around in the store. Children...."

"Oh, shut up!" Kio yelled out to Haga as he tried to get the item his siblings and himself wanted to have.

"Shut up, baldy" Nao yelled out too after Kio, Haga who was in a frozen position.

But outside the store, Y/N and Aoba kept calmly walking down the street and away from the shop. The two stop in their tracks as they hear Nao's words. If they were to look behind them, they would see the imaginary fire coming out from under the shop's door. They both could hear Haga's angry cried as they also hear the three siblings screams of terror.

"You thinks those kids would learn not to say that" Y/N says, Aoba shrugs. She wraps her right hand around Aoba's left bicep and laid her head on his arm; Sushi in her left arm, as Ren is sat in Aoba's bag.

==Flashback==

Years ago, a short brown haired girl walks down an alley, her cat allmate walking besides her. The girl wears a worn out jacket with baggy pants. They hear commotion and they quickly but quietly heads down the alley to another, and they turn the corner to see about 3 boys, surrounding a girl with long blue hair.

"We should leave, we don't want to get into any bother" the cat says, walking away.

"Your right" the brown haired girl goes to follow her.

"Come on sissy, scream like a girl you are!"

"I'm not a girl!" The brown haired girl stops in her tracks "Stop it, it-it hurts!" The ring leader of the group continues to pull his blue hair, as he winces in pain. The brown haired girl feels her short hair, frowning, remembering her days...

"Please stop pulling my hair! It hurts!"

She picks up a metal pipe.

The boys laugh as they keep pulling the younger boy's hair, tears starting to well up in his eyes. Suddenly the leader hears shouts of pain behind him and he lets go of the boys hair, turning around to see his friends on the ground holding their stomachs in pain. The brown haired girl stood between the two, metal pipe in hand.

"Leave the boy alone, or you'll end up like your friends" The leader doesn't respond quick enough and she raises the pipe higher "NOW!" The boy quickly grabs his two friends and they take of running down the street, screaming for their mom's "Sissys" She says, dropping the pipe on the ground. She goes over to the blue haired boy and crouches down to him, showing soft eyes and a soft smile.

"You okay, kid?" He nods, tears still flowing down his face "Hey, don't cry" She wipes away the tears "Don't let them get you down, there just jealous that you have such pretty hair" The boy hiccups.

"Y-You don't think I'm a girl?" The girl smiles sadly.

"I'll admit, at first I did. But now I see you are completely male. But I apologise for thinking so. I just didn't like how they were pulling your hair, remind me of when I got mine pulled. Reason why my hair is so short now." She gestures to her short hair "And I cried to, but I learned their opinions and actions aren't worth my tears" The boy wipes the rest of his tears away with his sleeve "Let me introduce myself, my name's Y/N and this-" She gestures to the cat allmate who had been sat on top of boxes watching the scene "-is Sushi. What's your name?"

"A-Aoba"

"Well, it's very nice to meet you Aoba. Now" Y/N stands up, holding out her left hand "Let's get you back home" Aoba doesn't hesitate to grab her hand and the three walk away.

==Flashback End==

Aoba, Y/N, Sushi and Ren walk down the sidewalk, Aoba with a slight smile at the remembrance on how he had met Y/N and Sushi, how different Y/N looked now from back then. When Ruka and Sushi took him home, his granny was worried and Y/N had explained what happened. His granny had then offered her a place to stay, since she knew that Y/N didn't have a home due to what she was wearing. Y/N had gladly took up the offer and now she and Sushi had become part of the family.

"So how do we get down to delivery works today?" Aoba asks, looking to his allmate. Ren looks at all the routes that he could find, and when he did he suggests the route to the two.

"Formulating recommendation..." Many maps show up in front of Ren's face "East 241 street is closed for inspection. And there are several busses out of service. Your best bet is going to be the north terminal"

"Thanks Ren, works for us" Y/N thanks the dark blue allmate.

"All in a days work" Ren reply's.

"This is an request for citizens of the Old Residential District" The news lady says in the background "Recently, there has been an increased in internal clashes among members of the street gang, Ribsteez." Aoba and Y/N stop when a sign came up and said 'stop'. Aoba sighs, looking to the female Ribsteez leader.

"Seriously, Y/N/N? Did you and your gang make the members of Ribsteez clash again"

"Hmm" She places a finger on her chin, showing a thinking face "Will you believe me if I said no?" Aoba shakes his head playfully "It's not just me" She defends herself, Sushi still in her arms. Aoba sighs softly when he realizes he has more gang leader friends. Two of which he has know since childhood.

"If you see anything, please report to the police immediately" The female news reporter says. Y/N looks to Aoba with a sheepish grin.

"You won't turn me in, will you?" Aoba smirks.

"I just might" Y/N playfully pouts, turning her head. Aoba than holds her right hand softly, entwining their fingers together loosely "Nah, your to important. Besides-" Aoba uses his other hand to fit up Y/N's hood over her face" -who else will get me free passage through the streets without hassle" Y/N lifts the hood back, to make it sit on top of her head. She looks up at the man she's known since childhood and smiles.

"So what, I'm just some get out a hassle free card" She jokes. Aoba shrugs with a laugh before himself and Y/N turn back to the screen.

"Also, anyone leaving the island is required by law to obtain permission. Thank you for your cooperation." The news woman concludes her news report.

Just then, a commercial came on to the screen. It showed a purple cat that had jumped for a pile of boxes onto the surface of a wood table and rubbed her head with its paw. An announcer then had just started talking about the fluffy purple cat, "The new allmate D7! With the long awaited cat-type specs and convenient picked size" Sushi and Ren looks up at their owners who are staring at the commercial with a straight face.

"Hey, Aoba, Y/N" A voice says behind them, which causes them to look back and turns around to the source, the two dropping their hands. Aoba hummed in response and Y/N smiled at who had called them, returning one. A man stood at the top on cement stairs that connected to the side of a hair salon building, wearing a Red Kimono, a big katana on his back and a small red bird allmate perched on his shoulder.

"Koujaku" Aoba greets.

"What are you two doing all the way out here?" He asks, making his way down the cemented stairs.

"What do you think? I'm working, and Y/N decided to tag along. I'm making a delivery" Aoba says.

"What about you?" Y/N asks. Koujaku stops in front of the two, looking down at her as she looks back up at him; he gives her a closed-eye smile.

"I'm always busy"

"Yeah right, whatever" Aoba says, sarcastically. Koujaku then pulls Y/N from Aoba's side and near his own body. He strokes Sushi's head, who purrs.

"Well, if your delivering something then your probably on your way to delivery works" Koujaku says "Bet your wearing out your shoes" Koujaku says, playing with Y/N's hair. "Say Hi to Yoshie for me"

"I say Hi so you don't have to again. What's up with that?"

"Lucky Dog, you get to see Clara again don't you" Beni, Koujaku's allmate says. Ren sweat drops.

"You've got a strange definition of lucky" Sushi says, looking up at the small bird, from Y/N's arms.

"I agree" Ren agrees.

"Well, it ain't that bad" Koujaku notices Aoba's hair.

"I couldn't help but notice but it looks like your letting your hair grow wild again" Koujaku says. He reaches out to touch Aoba's hairs, but stops himself.

"Yeah, Yeah I need a haircut, just don't stare at it" Aoba frowns slightly "It's kind of embarrassing to me, having someone as professional as you standing around, plotting a make over for me" Koujaku smiles.

"You actually did a good job with it this time, you shouldn't be so self-conscious" Koujaku looks down at the ombre haired girl, pulling her hood down gently "And your hair's also getting longer. I told you to stop by whenever and you'll be on the top of my list"

"I know, I know. I've been meaning to, but I've just been caught up with stuff lately. I mean, you know how the boys are" Koujaku nods, knowing how the members of her team 'Jokers' are. They live up to their name, they love getting into fights and sometimes jokes with their opponents, such as: pretending to be scared only to kick their ass, or back out of fights only to turn around and clock their opponents in the head.

"Mr. Koujaku!" A faint yell calls him, causing him to look back with a curious look on his face, his arms still around Y/N's shoulders. Two girls were running near Aoba, Koujaku, and Y/N and their allmates.

"Where are you opening your shop today? I don't trust anyone else with my hair" A woman with brown hair that went to her shoulders asked with her hands together in front of her, a pleading look on her face.

"Well, that's nice" Koujaku says, giving them another closed-eye smile. The two girls have heart eyes, looking at Koujaku. They then stop their heart-eye glances to look at Y/N in his arms, and they stare at her with jealousy. Y/N then glares back at the two girls. Aoba sees the tension and gently grabs her left arm, pulling her away from his hold.

"Okay, we've gotta go" Aoba says, walking away with Y/N, when the stop sign finally decides to sink back and reappear onto the other side.

"Right, see you later. If you ever want a real hair cut, just let me know okay, Aoba. Same goes for you Y/N!"

"Not gonna happen, dude" Aoba says.

"I'll try" Y/N says.

"Hey, I forgot, I'll be by later so say hi to your grandma for me okay?"

"Yeah, yeah" Aoba says, waving his hand at Koujaku, not looking "Jeez"

"He's just trying to be nice, Aoba" Y/N says gently, her arm wrapped around his arm.

==Flashback==

Years ago, a young Aoba and Y/N are with two other boys at an abandoned area. Y/N's hair is slightly longer than the time her and Aoba had met and she's in cleaner clothes.

"Your hair looks like a girls. You expect us to believe it hurts when you touch it" One of the boys says, gripping Aoba's hair. They tug as Aoba whimpers in pain as the boys laugh.

"Leave him alone!" Young Y/N says, hitting the boy holding her in the arm, only for her hair to be gripped by the boy holding her.

"Just tell us if it hurts, sissy" A hand grips at the boy holding Aoba's hair. A young Koujaku glares at them.

"You jerks, you shouldn't treat a girls hair like that, understand"

"What did you say?" The boy asks. Koujaku's grip hardens "Ow! Hey! Watch it!" Koujaku flings the guy holding Aoba's hair to the ground and the one holding Y/N is suddenly smacked in the face by the back of her head, falling to the ground, groaning in pain. Y/N holds Aoba close, who's nuzzles his face into her side

"You okay miss?" Koujaku asks Y/N, she nods, smiling. He looks down at Aoba, who's still nuzzled into Y/N's side "Hey little girl, are you okay?" Y/N goes to answer but is cut off by Aoba's tears and hiccups.

"I-I'm not a girl" Aoba says, continuing to cry. Y/N rubs the side of his head.

==Flashback End==

Aoba, Y/N, Ren and Sushi continue their way to Delivery Works. Aoba has his eyes closed and kept walking, as Y/N holds onto his right arm to guide him across the street as the two had remembered how they met Koujaku.

"Well," Aoba starts after they finished the flashback "Even after Koujaku found out I was actually a guy. He still took the time to keep the jerks off my back" Aoba says, he then looks to Y/N and Sushi "And you were just the same, you took me around places and kept bother away from me"

"Koujaku's good like that" Sushi says, now sat with Ren in Aoba's bag.

"No, Koujaku, Y/N, and yourself are good like that" Ren corrects, licking Sushi's cheek. Sushi instantly goes to clean herself with her paw.

"Yeah" Aoba agrees as he looked at Y/N who was smiling at the two allmates.

==The Jokers Logo/Sushi/Y/N's Looks==

[berryivity]

₊ ˚.「 the beginning of michou papillon ! 」₊ ˚.

tags: violence, stabbing, blood, stalker behavior, murder, death, motherless, fatherless, wrecking havoc.

enjoy reading!

to michou, staying with her mother in their homey farm was everything to her. waking up to the smell of morning dew filling her senses, seeing the beautiful sun bless their gardens and their crops. the nuzzling of the cows into her palm when she pets them. this was her life, and if you told she'd live like this for the remainder of eternity, she would agree with no hesitance.

however, it seems eternity collapsed like a brick onto michou's heart.

her mother never told her exactly why they never visited any relatives, only hinted that they were running away from someone bad. she'd guess it was her father, and understandingly left at the matter at that. it seems she's a little bad at guessing though, because the person they'd be hiding from finally found them, in his little sick game of hide and seek. as michou watched the dark haired, green-eyed monster stab her mother, the metallic scent of her mother's crimson blood running cold through her senses, freezing her with hopelessness.

the man's hot, unsteady breath hit her mother's neck as he giggled sinisterly. "i found you, i found you. my sweet melika, i caught you!" he sang to her mother in her dying moments. michou felt bile and tears sting her, yet she stood motionless. the light had faded from her mother's eyes a long while ago, and she didn't even react to the small sword digging into her chest.

anger bubbled dangerously in michou's veins as the tears blurred her vision.

adrenaline powered her recklessness. with a swift motion, she grabbed the fireplace poker and ran at the man, her other hand holding her kimono up. he will die by her hands. he will suffer. he will feel hopeless. she will make sure of that. bringing the poker up above her, she struck it down, yet she noticed a moment too late of the man turning around, his sword in his hand as he looked at her with a grin that practically split his cheeks apart.

michou landed in his arms, her poker going through his heart. his sword impaled her heart as well. as they fell down onto the ground, michou bit down on her lip harshly, feeling the blood pool onto her mouth. she coughed out mouthfuls of the red liquid, her eyes shaky as she looked at the man. with the remaining energy she had, she sat up, watching as he gasped for air almost euphorically. sick bastard. the fireplace poker had left his body, now in her hands again. she sat on her knees, bringing the poker down into his throat. "die, scum." she sneered weakily, coughing blood down at him as she leaned against the poker. her vision blurred, this time not from the tears.

she turned to face her dead mother's body. she sobbed, crashing to the ground next to her. she chanted her name in a hopeless mantra against her forehead, tears wetting her mother's hair and skin. she apologized, for not being there. for not protecting her. hugging her mother's cooling body, she placed her face into her mother's neck, wheezing when the hug pressed the knife harder into her wounded heart. she felt hopeless as she held her mother's dead body, her own dying slowly as well. she didn't care enough to live, not without her mother. her entire being felt as if anything she did would never be enough. hope did not exist to her, not again.

michou died in her mother's limp arms. but her soul did not go with her body.

dragged down to the earth's surface, screams ripped out of her throat as she felt her soul become rearranged. her body boiled with rage, with revenge. her existence was for vengeance. she only had one hope now: erase it. erase it from that damned family's minds. break them with generational sorrow. break everyone who allowed this to happen to her mother. it was all their fault. none of this wouldn't have happened if they just listened to her mother when she begged for them to believe her; believe the man they saw as a saint was the devil himself. believe that her husband was dead because of him, and he will come after her and her unborn child next.

they can rot in hell, with michou. she will be there, always there. she will be their pain.

a power surge that could be described as an earthquake trembled the earth, stretching for as far as the eye can see. in its wake, it created nightmares out of the vengeance michou felt.

and for the next 57 years, she rained hell on those who allowed others to feel what she had once felt. hopelessness was the virus running through the earth, and she will ruin those who evoke it.

[the-shipping-forecasters]

Fanfics & Chill: MARATHON. KETCHUP. SEX.

This week, we wrap up part of of our reading of Something Broke Inside Me by Dylan69 . That title is a real line of dialogue, and I couldn't resist using it as the title

James plays an increasingly more dramatic Will

Grace plays Hanniball

Nick Narrates and plays Jack, Nick has never seen Hannibal but he does his best.

Have a listen here, and all the other podcast places too:

We're not done with the Hannibal fandom, but the plan is to read some other stuff next time. If you have any crack fics you'd like us to read, drop us a message!

[cyberpunkboytoy]

Pairing: Noiz/Mink (DMMd)

Length: ~3,000 words

Tags: Coffee Shop AU, Comedy

Summary:

Finishing the order, Mink presses the button to prompt Noiz to pay. "Buy this."

"I haven't ordered yet."

"You will drink what I give you."

For a second Noiz just stares, processing the statement, before taking a peek up at the menu for the first time. "I'm not allowed to choose?"

"It will have caffeine." Mink walks off to start the drink, not waiting to see if Noiz pays. He will. "You will like it."

--

Mink accidentally catches the attention of Noiz, who quickly becomes a regular of the coffee shop he owns. One act of concern snowballs into far more than Mink ever bargained for.

[alliurs]

A Moment

I am here alone now. In this very quiet space. The rustling of the leaves, the distant birdsong, the way these walls groan softly. I can hear them all quite clearly. But it’s still quiet. The low hum echoing throughout my own body; I can hear it. There is another sound, one I’ve heard many times before. Counting away the seconds. 1…2…3… Sometimes they would line up, those sounds. I could hear them in the darkness. When he closed his eyes at night, I would listen to them both. Now, it’s the only thing left; and its still so quiet. It functions in the same way I do. Counting away the seconds… I wonder if it will stop too. Someday, it probably will. When it does, I’ll only have this very quiet space.