#Lupins like killing is wrong and I never hurt people unless I have to Jigen wait stop go dammit Jigen I turn around for five seconds

[thecommunalfoolboy]

I like to think Jigen has a kill count that easily rivals a war criminal and he just doesn’t fucking care. Like no angst side plot where he’s numb to the killing or has just accepted he’s a bad person or whatever, he just goes man that sucks for them but they were vaguely inconvenient for me so. Bang bang ykwm

[stealinghero]

Ahh I'm shy to ask T . T Maybe you could write a story where Goemon's s/o went on a heist and was pronounced dead by authorities but after like three or four months come back and is like- 'Babe I had to fake my death for a bit. I'm sorry.' I'm curious to know how you think this samurai man would react. Mayyyyybe a little NSFW at this end? ~ , ~ Hhhh androgynous s/o??? Still loving you're writing- congrats on 200 posts! Really excited to see what's to come.

Don’t be shy!! I don’t bite (unless you want it) and LOVE getting asks. No matter what it is! ^___^

It’s weird writing Goemon. On one side he’s pretty easy because he’s chilled and on the other side he’s very intricate with his words and actions. I even put in the hint of a bit nsfw, because he IS a little dirty shit if he really wants to.

I hope you enjoy:

1. denial

2. anger

3. bargaining

4. depression

5. acceptance

Those are the 5 steps of grief. He had gone through all of them. Some were more intense than the others, some longer than others. It would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt anymore. To say it didn’t shred his heart into small pieces whenever his thoughts betrayed him and he felt himself breaking down.

Everything was a potential trigger. A scent, a gesture, even a word. Food didn’t taste the same, his laugh was hollow – just as he was.

Something was lost that day, a spark remained in hope. Then the announcement. And the spark went out.

He had tried to end it. This life didn’t make sense anymore. Why should he want to live in a world without them? But still, he had waited. For a sign, a whisper of the grass, anything. Nothing came. No angel flew down from Heaven to tell him everything would be alright. No Buddha appeared and taught him a lesson about reincarnation and the suffering you had to endure beforehand.

Just Lupin and Jigen. Their preaching was different and had helped him more than any God could do. They sat next to him, they drank with him, they listened to him.

Not even once they were gone too far from him. He would miss them, sure. He would feel even more alone than he was now. But how can a broken man break even more? One time they would leave him forever. And there was nothing he could do.

Once he had sworn to protect his love. And he had failed.

Once he had sworn to forever love them. He still did and it killed him slowly.

Once he had sworn to build a happy family with them. But no one was here now to call family.

And once he had sworn to never lose hope. And he had lost it.

 It was a normal day. He took a shower and had some small breakfast Lupin had prepared. He didn’t complain about the western style of it. Nothing tasted good anyway. Why eat rice when it tastes the same as a pancake and shit?!

He took a breath and sipped on his tea as the doorbell rang.

The both men looked at each other. Jigen was out but had a key. Why should he ring? Fujiko would just call Lupin from the outside to let her in. Who would ring?

Slowly, ignoring the adrenaline in his blood, Goemon got up and went to the door. Lupin was right behind him, his gun in his hands.

 “Hi.”

This time he took a deep breath and he could Lupin behind him do the same.

The face, the body, everything was right. And if his comrade could see the person, it had to be real.

“Can I come in?”

“Do the dead make home visits now?” Lupin tried to joke.

“I had to vanish for a time. Zeni’s bloodhound was on my trail and almost got me,” you told the two men before you.

Lupin scoffed and put his Walther away.

“This boy still has to learn the rules. Come in.”

You went past Goemon, who still stood unmoving.

“Where were you? Come on, at least a letter or something would’ve been nice.”

“I know. But Yata’s a real bitch. He’s better than the old man himself sometimes. If he wasn’t chasing the wrong person right now,” you had to laugh and followed the thief into the living room.

“We were worried…” Silence followed as Lupin watched you with a stony face, nodding in the direction of the still frozen Goemon.

“I was just gone for a few months. You do that stunt every few years.”

He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“I am not declared dead.”

You went pale.

“What?”

“The police declared you dead. You died in a chase in Rome when you were pinned between two trains.”

Slowly you remembered that stunt. Yata had chased you down and almost arrested you. On the other side of the tracks Zenigata was already waiting… Yes, you had gone a bit too far to kill a civilian in order to fake your own death. But you had succeeded and fled.

“I survived?”

“We thought you were dead!” he shouted at you, which hurt more than any beating.

“I had to do this!” you shouted back.

“And you never once thought about us, right?! Hey, your plan was great but the execution was sloppy. Try to talk to Jigen…. And him.”

Your gaze followed his outstretched finger and landed on Goemon, who still stood in the hallway in front of the open door.

Your heart skipped a beat and not in the good way. Why did he look so pale? And he had lost a few pounds. His cheekbones were more prominent than ever making him look haunted and almost like death itself.

You took small steps to reach him, not wanting to startle him.

“Hey.” It was all you could say now.

He turned around to you and let his eyes wander as if to make sure you were really standing in front of him.

“It’s me,” you reassured him.

He shook his head.

“You’re dead.” His voice was hoarse as if he hadn’t spoken for some time. Knowing him, you knew it was a possibility.

“I’m not. I faked my death.”

He moved his hand as if to touch your cheek and you felt how much you longed for his touch. But something in you also was too afraid. He seemed to be so… frail?

With a sigh he let his hand sink before he could touch you and took a step forward. Instinctively you hugged him and were shocked when he let his forehead rest on your shoulder. He didn’t cry, he didn’t say a word, he just stood there in your arms and took careful breaths.

You felt like you needed to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. No matter what you would say, it would be stupid. Slowly it dawned on you how the three must have spent their last four months without you. As Lupin had said, they had thought you were dead. Goemon had thought you were dead. Gone forever. And now you stood here before him without any warning and with an empty brain, too useless to even say you were sorry.

“I am glad you are back.”

His voice so close to your body shook you from your realizations. You hugged him more tightly, pulling him even closer.

“There is no reason to live without you.”

Tears began to run down your cheeks as you listened to him.

“It was impossible to meditate without your breath to listen to.”

You swallowed any response and allowed yourself to just be in the present.

“Even the food wasn’t the same.”

Here you had to stifle a laugh. When he lifted his head to look at you, he was met with your lips pressing on his.

“I missed you, too.”

 The first night with him was like the first night ever. He took hours just to undress you and watch your every move. First he just watched you, then he slowly dragged his fingers over every inch of your body. At the end he explored your skin with his lips and tongue, as if he wanted to use every sense to get a grasp at you.

You felt your and his arousal at this exploration, but you stilled your body and let him do it in his own pace. He needed to know you were back. He needed to know you were his again.

He sat on his heels and looked at your body as one.

“You truly are back.”

You nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable naked under his intense gaze.

“And you are still mine.”

Again you nodded, happy to see him crack a small smile.

“Prove it.”

You grinned at his invitation and got on all fours. Slowly you crawled over the bed to him and kissed him gently. His fingers ran through your hair and grabbed a handful, yanking you back harshly.

“You know what happens to bad people who fake their own deaths. ”

You didn’t know. But the lustful sparkle in his eyes and his teeth on your throat made you imagine a few things. The night was far from over…

[pinkjacketredtie]

CHARACTER STUDY:    Arsène Lupin III

*    BASICS.

▸     IS  YOUR  MUSE  TALL      /       SHORT       /      AVERAGE?     Lupin has a canon height of 179cm, however, I headcanon him a little shorter than that at 169cm. I like to joke about him being a manlet.

▸      ARE  THEY  OKAY  WITH  THEIR  HEIGHT?          Few people bring it up, but he can be a little sensitive about it.

▸      WHAT’S  THEIR  HAIR  LIKE?          Very soft, grows very quickly, when it gets long it starts to get wavy and a bit curly with some cowlicks here or there. Likes to keep it short and immaculate.

▸     DO  THEY  SPEND  A  LOT  OF  TIME  ON  THEIR  HAIR       /      GROOMING?       He doesn’t, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t take care of it; he uses special soft towels to dry his hair with, never uses heating tools on it unless necessary for a disguise (and even then, would prefer to ruin a wig over his own hair), avoids damaging ingredients in shampoo, and uses a boar bristle brush.

▸      DOES  YOUR  MUSE  CARE  ABOUT  THEIR  APPEARANCE      /      WHAT  OTHERS  THINK?      First impressions are important and can rarely be changed. He’s not obsessed over how he looks (unless he’s getting ready for a hot date) but he likes to look presentable and will spend a reasonable amount of time making himself look his best.

*    PREFERENCES.

▸      INDOORS  OR  OUTDOORS?  Outdoors. ▸      RAIN  OR  SUNSHINE?  Sunshine. ▸      FOREST  OR  BEACH?  Beach. ▸      PRECIOUS  METALS  OR  GEMS?  Precious metals. (Gems are pretty, but don’t keep their value as much as gold does.) ▸      FLOWERS  OR  PERFUMES?  Perfumes. ▸      PERSONALITY  OR  APPEARANCE?  Obviously both are important, but he’s certainly shallow enough to stick around with someone he doesn’t particularly like just because they’re very physically attractive. ▸     BEING  ALONE  OR  BEING  IN  A  CROWD?  Being in a crowd, unless he needs time alone to think over a puzzle or strategy. ▸     ORDER  OR  ANARCHY?  Anarchy. ▸      PAINFUL  TRUTHS  OR  WHITE  LIES?  A healthy mix of both. ▸      SCIENCE    OR    MAGIC?  Magic exists, but more often than not it’s science. ▸      PEACE  OR  CONFLICT?  Conflict. ▸      NIGHT  OR  DAY?  Night. ▸      DUSK  OR  DAWN?  Dusk. ▸      WARMTH  OR  COLD?  Warmth.   ▸      MANY  ACQUAINTANCES  OR  A  FEW  CLOSE  FRIENDS?  Few close friends. ▸     READING  OR  PLAYING  A  GAME?  Reading.

*    QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸      WHAT  ARE  SOME  OF  YOUR  MUSE’S  BAD  HABITS?          Smoking, lying, stealing...oh, you mean besides the obvious? He has a bad habit of not trusting people, to the point of invading their privacy to prove to himself that the person is lying to him. That includes looking through their private messages, either on a computer or cellphone. He’s not obsessed enough to install a keylogger on their devices, but he definitely is smart enough to hack into their accounts without needing one anyway. It’s not unusual to find out that he’s planted a tracker or bug on you to keep tabs on what you’re doing and where. Yes, it’s wrong and terrible. Nevertheless, he does it.

▸      HAS  YOUR  MUSE  LOST  ANYONE  CLOSE  TO  THEM?  HOW  HAS  IT AFFECTED  THEM?         Losing someone goes into the mental vault, never to be touched on again. He doesn’t deal with loss in a healthy way, or at all really.

▸      WHAT  ARE  SOME  FOND  MEMORIES  YOUR  MUSE  HAS?           Memories of his mother, memories of his friends, memories of his lovers. Memories of his ‘greatest hits’, his best capers. He doesn’t really dwell on memories though, and prefers to live in the present rather than sit around talking about the glory days.

▸     IS  IT  EASY  FOR  YOUR  MUSE  TO  KILL?            Yes, and no. When someone deserves it, or is trying to hurt him or his friends, he won’t hesitate. He used to be a lot more generous when it came to dealing out death to people who stood in his way; thankfully, he’s gotten a lot less murderous over the years. Now he’s reluctant to kill and will give people second chances. Continue down the path you’re going, however, and you’ll find yourself dead.

▸      WHAT’S  IT  LIKE  WHEN  YOUR  MUSE  BREAKS  DOWN?          Manic, extremely manic. Racing thoughts, feeling untouchable, euphoric and irritable at the same time, bottomless energy, very self-destructive.

▸      IS  YOUR  MUSE  CAPABLE  OF  TRUSTING  SOMEONE  WITH  THEIR  LIFE?         Very few people have that honor, but yes.

▸      WHAT’S  YOUR  MUSE  LIKE  WHEN  THEY’RE  IN  LOVE?           Completely devoted. Very forgiving of the other person’s mistakes and flaws, however glaringly obvious. Tends to ignore all the red flags, if there are any. Loves to shower them with money and expensive gifts. Now, note that he is extremely loyal to those he loves, but that does not mean he is monogamous. He is loyal to everyone he loves.

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