#crime and mystery au

[caemidraws]

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[fastwingfox]

So modern role reversal difanghua... Like, instead of a shady past Di Feisheng, he's an upstanding lawyer and generally liked. He ended up meeting back up with illegal doctor/former gang leader Li Lianhua and meeting crime family heir Fang Duobing. They sleep together once, with Fang Duobing falling hard for both of them first and trying to convince them that they can work. He manages to convince Di Feisheng first, and they work together to get Li Lianhua to admit it as well. Now, they just need to figure out how to keep this from ruining Di Feisheng's good reputation...

[acequinz]

Pro gamer Fang Duobing who runs a true crime live account on the side.

It's nothing much but he just dives into unsolved cases and explains them live because he has a law degree and he has to use it somewhere.

But he goes missing when he dives into the case of Li Xiangyi and accidentally uncovers some details that are wonky in the investigation while on livestream.

It's about Shan Gudao. (His uncle.)

Anyway it send the world into uproar which alerts Di Feisheng who was a prime suspect in the case but eventually let free because of the lack of evidence who latches onto Fang Duobing's theory and sets out multiple private investigators from his company to look for the missing boy.

Reopening the case of Li Xiangyi.

Meanwhile Li Lianhua is angrily tapping his foot glaring at the 20 year old as they watch the news of Li Xiangyi's case being reopened together.

"what do you have to say for yourself damn brat?"

"I am sorry?"

"no you stay here."

"Li Lianhua I am sorry, I love you, let me out (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ"

[brainyrot]

No evil bendy? FINE, I'LL MAKE IT MYSELF.

Say hi to cog bendy. My favorite boy after princey.

Now, if it makes you all happy, both apocalypse AND princey get to be controlled by the cog, but princey shares it with holly in his au, and it wasn't enough for my insane little brain, so I have to give bendy a FULL villain arc y'all.

Hope you enjoy his playground as much as he does (he'll eat you if you don't)

[brightgoat]

chasing butterflies

Eve (left) belongs to @pukeseven​

[alice-the-kittycat-yt]

[chaos-bringer-13]

My brain just hit an old hyperfixation (is this what it's called? I hope I used the word right) and oh dear am I losing my mind now. I need to write a story I think. About this one old guy. He's unhinged. There's so much information about him and yet not enough. I want to explore his character so much. He's definitely a criminal - at least he was one - and I'm 95% sure he can do actual real magic, and he's a musician and an artist and an actor and a magician and a philosopher and a traveler and a conman and so much more and also I think he's some kind of immortal. Maybe he just has a VERY long life. It's strongly implied he was a pirate at some point of his life. He started a cult by accident several times. My conspiracy theories about him include him being a secret god.

He's also a freaking round blue raven. Someone save me from my mind.

[sreppub]

For the silly, disbelief can be suspended a lot! Also I imagine that his family not realizing Matches Malone is Bruce Wayne makes a lot of sense if you spin it right?

Their dad has always been a civilian. Very weird but not in the 'I'm secretly a vigilante' brand of weird, with at least two identities.

Why would they think that he'd create a secret identity? Or be good a it (clothes, behavior, speech, make-up)? Let alone risk posing as a henchman and working for Red Hoood?

It'd only make sense if he maybe knew that Hood was Jason, but how could he've figured that out?

So it occurs to them that Malone is a fake name or a second identity of somebody else. But thinking it's Bruce? Nah.

Ahhaha listen hood is like.... these goons and i are livin outside the law. they've all got their stories, ive got mine. matches, you a weird one, but you have a strangely comforting presence. you're stickin around, buddy.

I think the playboy brucie persona isn't as extreme here, because he's not hiding anything, so why bother? But maybe the kids have this well meaning rich guy pacifist helicopter parent impression of bruce that they cant connect with cool and aloof jack of all trades killed-a-guy-with-this-thumb matches lmfaooo

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Fic Recs

Investigative/ Mystery TLOU AUs

I'm currently reading this fic. Ellie as a criminal justice student doing a podcast on cold cases. Joel is a grieving father who's daughter's case has been unsolved for the past 20 years. If you haven't read this yet, you should.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57336517/chapters/145855255 Alabaster in the Evening by @boopernatural

This fic is also really good. Joel became a private investigator after finding Sarah's dead body and then discovering he had a knack for finding missing people. He is the one hired by Ellie to solve the mystery of Riley's disappearance. If you like the trope of the tortured detective, if you like the tone of noir detective fiction, this fits.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50219401/chapters/126837226 Lost in the Woods by @cardigans

[swordmaid]

my hag romance murder mystery au turning to magistrate astarion working with executor shri’iia we kind of like that development

[f1-disaster-bi]

Oh i love these For a Word in wip Things 🤩🤩🤩 but i have too many and i can't decide so you can take as many as you want or none 😂😂😂😘😘😘

Since there was Cat i have to say Dog 🤭🤭🤭

Forever

Sky

Close

Cry

Crash

Favourite

Never

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Haha thank you for these! Let's see what I can find 👀

Dog - Vampire au

The house was too quiet. Almost choking Kimi as he closed the door and waited for some sign of life but not even Bruno, Sebastian’s exitable dog, came to greet him.

Forever -No Body, No Crime au

Lando’s shoulders shook a little before Max was moving, dragging his chair to sit beside Lando and wrapping an arm around him, “Hey, I’ve got you. Always and forever remember? Whatever happens now, I’m here”

Sky - Mystery Lando au

He had thought feeling close to Lando would make this easier, but he couldn't bring himself to open it until the sun was dipping in the sky.

Cry - Angsty Soulmate au

The sky overhead became grey with rain clouds threatening to spill like the tears Lando wished that he could still manage to cry.

Crash - Blind Lando au

It had almost been two weeks since the crash, and Lando hadn’t woken up.

Favourite - Pro Dom au

Lance’s mouth went dry as he groaned softly at the thought because Esteban always looked so beautiful when he was hard, aching and full of Lance’s favourite strap-on.

Never -Paparazzi au

All Lando knew was that he never wanted to leave the safety of Martin’s arms as they lay like this.

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

[fastwingfox]

Modern role reversal difanghua au angst/comfort (tiny bit of humor too, maybe)

Fang Duobing ends up getting his first arrest because a corrupt cop (my brain goes with the jerk from the Yu city/skull arcs) was harassing Li Lianhua and Xiaobao fights with him. It's late at night, so Di Feisheng and Li Lianhua freak out and spend the night working on various arguments for why he shouldn't be charged with anything. Di Feisheng finally has a file of really well written out arguments that Li Lianhua hand wrote when Xiaobao walks into the apartment.

His mom called the family lawyer and got everything taken care of! No charges or anything like that! He then realizes that his mom forgot to tell his boyfriends, and they look exhausted. Xiaobao goes to cook breakfast, and they all decide to take the day off and go back to bed. Of course, it's after this that they get a voice-mail from Xiaobao's mom letting them know it's okay...

[transingthoseformers]

Sunder: oops

Froid: what do you mean oops

Froid: Sunder talk to me what do you mean by 'oops'

[voldemorts-tap-shoes]

Happy Halloween y’all 🧡🖤🎃👻

Here’s some Partners in Crime to wrap up spooky season!

Vampire Weekend

There’s a lot of downtime to being an Auror. Way more than Ron would have expected before he started hanging around the department two months ago to research his next novel.

Harry, it seems, is always busy as the Head Auror, but if the team isn’t actively working a case, they’re most often sitting around the DMLE just waiting for the next one. Dean and Seamus fill the time with gobstones, exploding snap, and whatever else catches their amusement in any given moment. “If we don’t have work to do, that means no one’s dead,” Seamus had said with a shrug when Ron brought it up.

The lead detective in the unit, though, never seems content to just relax. Ron has watched Hermione help other Aurors with their own paperwork, clean the office top to bottom more than once…watched her practice defensive spells that one day that he had followed her down to the Ministry gym because he’d been sure that was just an excuse to skive off and go do something fun. It wasn’t.

Hermione Granger is an unstoppable force of nature, and Merlin help anyone who chooses to get in her way.

Ron needs a lot of help, these days.

He’s learned at least as much about her in the downtime as he has from watching her solve homicides, but one thing has been consistent: Hermione works too hard. And she hasn’t exactly taken kindly to his suggestions that she take a break every once in a while, as well-meaning as his advice is. He’s pretty sure she thinks his goal is to distract her or pump her full of questions for his book, but he really does just want her to slow down a bit. How she’s not completely burnt-out at the end of every day is one of the mysteries about her that he hasn’t yet solved.

Hopefully, he can convince her to cut loose for just one night and come to his Halloween party this coming weekend, but he hasn’t worked up the gumption to ask her yet. He’s worried she’ll bite his head off, but hoping that she’ll enthusiastically agree and show up in a skimpy costume. Realistically, though, he’s expecting a polite decline that falls somewhere in between the two extremes.

“You can go home, you know.” Hermione’s voice startles him out of his thoughts, and he turns to look at her. She has one eyebrow raised in amusement and a smirk playing on the edge of her lips, making him wonder just how zoned out he was in his thoughts. “You look nearly bored to death. You don’t have to sit around the DMLE while we’re not working a case.”

“Not bored, just thinking,” Ron defends himself. “Besides, if I go home, how will I know when we do have a case?”

“I’ll owl you.”

As much as she doesn’t like him being here, he doesn’t really trust that to be true, but before he can argue, something else draws his attention. The Muggle phone that sits on Hermione’s desk, which may as well be a paperweight for how often he’s seen her use it to make a phone call—exactly never, so far—rings so loudly that it buzzes his eardrums.

“See, if I go home I miss things.”

Hermione rolls her eyes as she reaches for the handset. “You’ve never seen a Muggle phone ring before?”

“Not here. What the hell do Muggles call Aurors for?”

He’s beyond intrigued, but his only answer is a widening of Hermione’s smirk as she picks up the phone. “This is Detective Granger…Oh, hi Darren…I know you are not just calling me to ask how the weather is. I’m only across town.” She shakes her head and shoots a conspiratorial smile at Ron, as if he should be equally amused by Darren’s antics. “No, we’re free at the moment. What have you got?”

Hermione listens while her mouth twists into a deeper and deeper frown over whatever this Darren bloke has to say. Ron is sure he’s making the same face, only his consternation is over wondering who the hell this Darren bloke is. He’s never seen Hermione with anyone, and she’s never mentioned a boyfriend, but he’s also never heard her use that voice before—friendly, teasing, the opposite of the business-like tone he’s used to.

“Are you sure?” she asks finally. “I mean, that’s impossible unless—you’re kidding…Okay, we’ll be right there. What’s the address?” Hermione scribbles his response into the little notebook she carries everywhere while Ron cranes his neck to see what she’s writing. “Great. See you in a few minutes.”

She hangs up the phone and calls to Dean and Seamus as she reaches for her coat. “Who’s Darren? Where are we going?” Ron fires off as he prepares to follow her. “What’s impossible?” And seriously, who the hell is Darren?

“You might want to grab a fresh quill,” Hermione says with a grin. “I think you’re going to like this one.”

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no body, no crime

tlou murder mystery smau ɞ

ex gf ellie x reader

2 years ago friend group, Ellie, Dina, Jesse, Cat and Reader all go on a camping trip to celebrate their highschool graduation, however only 4 of the 5 friends make it back. The case is closed due to the death of Cat being a “natural cause” until 2 years later the case is being reopened due to some intriguing evidence suggesting the death may not have been a “natural cause” bringing the friend group of 4 back together…

warnings: underage drinking, drug use, murder, mentions of death, possible nsfw, swearing, etc.

prologue

01: nostalgia

02: alibi

03: ghost town

04: hollow bodies

05: deja vu

06: lovers rock

07: intertwined

08: invisible string

09: i can see you

10: opposite ends divide us

no body, no crime masterlist coming soon…

[hypertic]

chief detective Beatrice x mastermind robber Ava

at first it’s just a couple of small bank robberies and home break ins to a couple of rich families, the only catch being that the robbers leave no trace behind. nothing. no prints, no camera footage, and no trace of the valuables stolen.

enter Beatrice, the institutions best and youngest chief detective, with one of the best track records when it comes to seemingly unsolvable crimes.

Beatrice being the one trying to catch them does not deter Ava in the slightest. In fact, it only seems to fuel her with newfound purpose: annoying Beatrice as much as humanly possible.

“I too am the best and youngest of my kind, detective.” Is all Beatrice can find at the crime scene of the latest robbery. She treats it as a lead, nothing more. Beatrice’s cheeks don’t flush with anger, she doesn’t crumple it up by accident, and she doesn’t think about it on her way home.

“You’re getting bolder.” Beatrice speaks months later into the phone of a hostage at the bank. She had been requested specifically to do the negotiation.

“You’re getting prettier.” Beatrice is not quite sure what shocked her the most: the fact that the voice on the other side was that of a young woman, or the fact that she was flirting with her.

“What are your demands?” Her voice doesn’t waver, though it took her a couple of seconds to feel confident enough to speak.

“My demands?” The woman snorts, mocking her accent. “I have no demands.” Beatrice can almost hear the smug smile, the careless shrug. Because it seems the woman is careless in every aspect other than crime. “No rational ones anyway.”

“Then what is the point?” Beatrice asks, a hint of exasperation slipping through.

“Nothing, I just wanted to say hi.” Beatrice’s mouth forms a perfect O, as the bank doors open and half a dozen civilians run out. “See ya later, Xin.”

She sees her the night of Halloween.

Beatrice expected it. She knew a childish, erratic yet methodical criminal would relish on the idea of the entire city in disguise.

She expected it, and she prepared, and she managed to successfully stop another bank heist, she thought. Except there was no heist this time. The robber wanted to be caught, she wanted Beatrice, and just beatrice, to go there, and she did.

Everything played out exactly as the criminal wanted, and it frustrated Beatrice more than anything had in her life. Not only was she unable to catch the most wanted criminal, but she was being toyed with.

And the worst part is, Beatrice knew that.

“You know me too well to be here alone.” And it seems the criminal knew that too.

“Don’t move.” Beatrice stated calmly, pointing her gun at the shadow figure in front of her.

“Relax.” The robber put her hands up lazily. “I’m not here to do anything illegal.” Beatrice scoffed, tensing up as the criminal took a step closer. “Come on! Aren’t you the tiniest bit curious about what I look like?”

“I don’t care what you look like.” It was an obvious lie. “I only care about you because it is my job to see you behind bars.”

“Is that so?” Hurt bleed into her words, and Beatrice felt her heart crack a little. “Then why am I here? Why are you here?” She took a tentative step forward, a small streak of light shining onto her face.

She was wearing a mask, of course, but it only covered the top half of her face. Beatrice didn’t miss the irony in her costume: an angel.

“What do you mean?”

“Beatrice,” her voice was serious, her deep brown eyes hard with what almost seemed like disapproval. “You’re smarter than this, come on. Following a lead on your own? Not calling for back up?”

Her cheeks were burning, but she kept her eyes, and her gun, focused on the criminal.

“You know enough to figure it out. I’m starting to think you don’t want to.” The woman purred with a smirk.

“That’s not-“

“You’d make quite the sidekick.”

“Sidekick?”

“Partner in crime, if you prefer.”

“You’re absurd.”

“And you’re quite when you’re angry.”

As soon as she was done talking the alarms went off, distracting the detective long enough for Ava to throw a fucking smoke bomb and disappearing through the ceiling.

(Maybe she was an angel)