#jigen fic snippet

[revolverdance]

Jigen is (sexually) frustrated

[Mild trigger warning for sexual references and self-harm.]

Sometimes - albeit rarely compared to Lupin - Jigen went along with women who flirted with him in bars or wherever. Sometimes he took the easy bait, enjoyed the look of feminine underwear and the feel of soft skin and tight cunt. He never allowed any of his little conquests to touch him much, he rather held their wrists above their heads and gave them a short fantasy of a mysterious, dark man filling their sexual needs. It soothed his vain ego to have the attention, and in turn he acted the bad boy the women wanted in him. It was superficial, and he rarely stayed the night, and never cuddled.

Jigen's sexual encounters were few and far apart, for a couple of reasons. He couldn't let down his guard, and would not allow himself to be literally caught with his pants around his ankles. For the same reason he couldn't let himself be vulnerable. He had spent years and years building a wall around his blackened heart. Every time he had let himself be vulnerable, he had ended up adding another layer of bricks.

Vulnerable meant opening up; sharing, touching, letting someone touch him. If he kept his distance, no one could touch him. No one could use him, betray him or hurt him.

Yet he recognized the vanity in himself that wanted to be wanted, that sometimes lead to him giving in and indulging in a moment of physical pleasure with the safety of being in control.

He also recognized, but tried his best to snuff out, the yearning for a connection and sharing. That dangerous touching. The yearning was buried deep within the walls around his heart, but in that enclosed space it was so all-encompassing it was painful. He could go for weeks without sacrificing one thought to it, but then be completely crippled by the yearning flaring out in desperate loneliness. Only a lot of whiskey and other ways of hurting himself would numb it for a while. In his darkest moments he sought out fights and would throw himself into situations where he was badly outnumbered. Somehow he was still alive. Sometimes he was disappointed in that revelation. That's how lonely he was.

Lupin had tried to talk to Jigen about his rather unhealthy coping mechanisms. Over the years Lupin had suggested all kinds of things, like getting hobbies instead of getting into trouble or asking out an interesting woman for some actual human connection. It's just that there weren't many interesting women around if you asked Jigen.

Lupin had tried to talk to him about that too. That it was okay in this day and age to go out with men, too. Or something in between. That kind of talk always had Jigen lose his temper. He couldn't care less about anyone else's sexuality. Everyone was free to do anything they wanted, as long as there was consent, and Jigen wasn't interested in labels of any kind in the first place. Jigen thought himself a simple man - he enjoyed the look (and feel) of a nice pair of breasts and a woman's smell was intoxicating. So there. End of story.

The world was full of beautiful women. Lupin was sure to find pretty girls anywhere. The master thief - and to some extent even Goemon! - was only after a short skirt and nice tits. No matter her personality or brains, as long as she was a looker. Jigen thought it would have been a good thing to expect a bit more of company than just a plunging neckline and a pair of legs to get between - but somehow he had been labeled the misogynist? He didn't get it.

Jigen was bored to death of women who batted their fake eyelashes and twirled their hair and giggled at everything he said. He was bored to death of women who had strong opinions on the current season of Love Island but couldn't differentiate between the political parties of their home country or show any trace of critical thinking. He didn't mind that a woman might spend time in front of the mirror - he did too. He knew he was very particular about what kind of an impression he gave, so he couldn't fault anyone else for doing that. But it couldn't be impossible to find a woman who as pleasing to look at as well as have a discussion with? It certainly seemed so - especially if she had to be trustworthy as well, as Jigen's black heart bitterly remembered.

Pick two, Jigen thought. Pretty, smart, trustworthy. Was it so bad to want all three? Looks played a big part in a sexual partner - but he yearned for more than just fucking.

Whenever Lupin spent the night with a girl, he was always in disgustingly high spirits the next day. Whenever Jigen did, he was gloomy. The one night stands made him feel hollow and even lonelier than before.

What he wouldn't give for a connection? To talk all night with someone, to look in their eyes and see an understanding? To have arguments and respect, to have attraction and want? To be able to make a trust fall into someone's arms and have them catch him and draw circles on his skin with their fingertips?

Jigen didn't know. He swore he had given up on finding that kind of a connection, but here he was, unwrapping another pack of Marlborough and thinking about her. Wondering if she was only pretty and smart, or if she could also be trustworthy.

That had never happened before.

[facelessfinest]

Hey, Jigen...

Jigen is already standing in wait when the door swings open, but a guard doesn't come through. Instead, a limp form is tossed into the cell and hits the floor hard with a pained moan. Then the door slams shut again.

The split second of brightness destroyed Jigen's adjustment to the pitch black within the confines of his little domicile, so he cautiously approaches the area where the person is laying.

"You alright, kid?" He snaps gruffly, his voice a little deeper than it naturally is.

He inches closer, but quickly pulls back when his foot lands in a puddle that wasn't there before and nearly slips out from under him.

"The hell?" He grumbles, crouching and squinting down at the mysterious liquid.

His new cell mate shifts ever so slightly, and the whispered words they speak hit him at the same time as the smell of blood.

"Hey, Jigen..."

Without a word, Jigen leaps into action, feeling around until he's fully located Lupin, then taking him under the shoulders, and quickly dragging him to the back of cell, leaning him against the wall.

"You idiot." He hisses, but it's dripping with worry instead of venom.

Kneeling down and feeling Lupin's torso, he turns the attempted response into a yelp of agony as his hand presses into the stab wound on the thief's side. 

Emotions aren't typically an issue for Jigen, but he has to force down the boiling rage he's feeling in this moment to focus on searching for further injuries. 

"Talk." He murmurs, cringing apologetically as his fingers drag against another gash, drawing a tortured gasp from Lupin.

He can hear the thief swallow hard, each breath hissing between clenched teeth as he struggles to speak.

"Fujiko and Goemon?"

Jigen shakes his head, stripping the thief of his suit jacket and button up.

"I know they're alive, but that's it. No one's talked to me since they decided I didn't know where you were."

He can see significantly better now, but it's not a pretty sight.

Lupin's awfully banged up, bruises litter his face and torso, and there's three stab wounds oozing blood onto Jigen's admittedly shaky hands. They've been through stuff like this before, but it's more stressful without proper supplies or lighting, and most importantly when they still aren't safe from the party responsible. 

"What about y-you?" Lupin gasps.

Jigen says nothing, takes note of the positioning of the injuries first; one just beneath Lupin's ribs, the other just above his hip, and the last one, the worst one, strategically placed at his side, where there's little chance of having hit anything vital.

It's broader than the other two, gaping open in a way that tells Jigen that the attacker kept twisting the knife.

Gritting his teeth so hard he can almost taste sparks, Jigen takes Lupin's tattered shirt, and folds it up, pressing it against the three wounds. Lupin growls, unconsciously trying to pull away.

Jigen scooches closer to him, putting an arm around Lupin's waist to keep him close, and holding the shirt tightly against the thief.

Blood is quickly dampening the fabric, but the bleeding looks to be slowing down at least.

"You've got to have something on you." Jigen huffs. "A pin, or something I can use to stitch these up."

Lupin frowns, his head lolling against Jigen's shoulder.

"Nothin'. They s-searched...every inch of me."

His whole body seizes with the effort of trying to laugh. He quickly stops trying.

And now he's just laying there, limp against Jigen and uncomfortably silent. 

Jigen swallows hard, biting back the urge to try and kick down the door, because for that, he'd have to get up, and leave Lupin bleeding alone.

"What did they want?" He growls.

Lupin looks up at him, searching his expression. Jigen refuses to meet his eyes.

"Whatever it was we were looking for, I can't remember." Lupin stops to cough, and Jigen wipes away the blood at the corner of his mouth. 

Giving a shuddering sigh, Lupin continues. "I wouldn't have told them even if I knew. 'S never worth it."

Sighing, he tried to move closer to Jigen, trembling all the while.

Jigen stopped him entirely, then carefully took him by the shoulders and lay him back, resting the man's head in his lap.

He refolded the shirt and pressed it neatly back to Lupin's side, his other hand gently running through Lupin's hair.

He looked down at his beloved thief with somber eyes. 

Perhaps Lupin might have joked about the intimacy of it all, but he was just..tired. So tired. 

His whole body ached, but it hurt less when Jigen's rough hands coddled him so gently. He closed his eyes, preening under the affection.

"I'm gonna fix this, Jigen." He whispered hoarsely. "And then all four of us are gonna go to a stupidly expensive hotel, stuff our faces like we'll never see food again, and just...sleep. All in one big bed, cuddling like puppies."

He had a stupid, pained grin on his face, and thankfully he couldn't see the equally goofy smile his partner wore.

"Sound good?" He wheezed.

"Throw in a pack of cigarettes and I'm in." Jigen chuckled.

Lupin nodded weakly, still smiling. 

"Biggest pack of cigarettes you've ever fuckin' seen, marksman.

"I'm looking forward to it, thief."

[temporary-dysphoria]

“What am I? To you?”

He has a different answer every time Jigen asks him. He supposes it's only fair, because the gunman has yet to give him a straight answer to the same question. The truth is buried behind layer upon layer of brick and mortar walls designed to protect. Walls doing their jobs all too well.

“You're my gunman,” he says with a wink.

Jigen twirls the small pistol he'd been working on around his thumb with a flourish. The .22 calibre shot makes a pinging noise as it's fired, a woosh as it flies past Lupins ear and a soft crunch as it punches through the drywall.

“Don't you forget it.”

With the lopsided hat and grin burned into his retinas, and the smell of gunpowder fresh in his nostrils, Lupin isn't about to forget anything quickly.

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Am I about to write a full fic based on (1) Tumblr post?

Yes. Yes I am.

Check AO3 later for the rest

[jigenstits]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Lupin III Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jigen Daisuke/Arsène Lupin III Characters: Arsène Lupin III, Jigen Daisuke Summary:

Various small snippets of smut that i wont be using in full fics

figured i should post em somewhere lol (will be updated whenever i write something new, may include unfinished WIPs in the future)

[tracklessreason]

Ace Attorney x Lupin III Crossover!

-Snippet from a fic I'm writing where Phoenix has to defend Lupin after he's accused of murdering a young girl.-

There's no one at the front desk to greet the pair when they enter the Detention Center, but they've hardly had time to notice the absence before a guard comes to take them to the Visitor's Room.

Phoenix and Maya sit, offering shaky smiles to the guard. The man looks them over, arms crossed.

"Don't give him anything he can use against you. This man is dangerous, and unlike all the little sheep you have walk through here who've been framed, this man really did it, he's done it before, and if you give him the opportunity he will do it again."

Phoenix's mouth opens, then shuts, not sure what to say. The guard nods to another guard on the opposite side of the glass, and leaves.

"I think that's the first time that guard has ever bothered to talk to us." Maya moped. Nodding tersely, the guard opened the door, ushering in a very tall, buff man...who was not their client. And then another guy comes in. And then two more. Finally, the small room already brimming with tough guys decked out in armored vests, the client is led in.

"Oh, there's no way he did it." Maya gasps.

Honestly, Phoenix can't object to that. Tall and lithe, with a charming smile and a well tailored red suit, the man looks like he kisses babies and courts women for a living.

Its not an aura of innocence, but of elegant cheer, like a graceful little cat you can't believe would ever use its claws. Of course this image is dampened somewhat by the three pairs of cuffs holding his arms behind his back, and the wary looks from all the guards crowded around him.

His eyes calmly sweep the room, and when they land on Phoenix and Maya, he gives them a toothy grin edged with something more sultry.

"Well, looks like the cavalry's here!" He drawls, voice smooth, sweet, and a little high pitched. He practically floats to the chair, seating himself easily. He gives a kind nod, but his eyes are mostly on Maya's chest.

Before this has a chance to sour their opinion of him, his suddenly free hand raises to point at the red paper she's holding tucked against her.

"May I have that?"

Phoenix and Maya freeze as every gun in the room clicks, trained on this nonchalant man as he reaches and plucks a piece of paper from Maya.

"How...?" She murmurs, staring numbly at the cuffs hanging off the back of the chair.

The man smiles again. Now that he has what he wants he seemingly has no further interest in eyeing up Maya, instead looking Phoenix up and down like he wants to devour him whole.

"Phoenix Wright, correct? You're a lawyer."

His hands work deftly, folding the paper this way and that and carefully creasing it at certain angles. His lustful gaze does not leave Phoenix. Maya elbows her friend in the side.

"Lawyer!" Phoenix squeaks out. "Yep, lawyer, that I am!"

He keeps glancing between the cuffs and the guards. They keep their weapons trained on the client, but it's clear in their expressions that they're all too scared to get close enough to do something.

"Aw, don't worry about them. They won't do anything."

"It's not them I'm worried about!" Phoenix utters, face pale.

Oh, why did he just say that...Maya looks at him likes he's just asked someone to throw them both off a cliff.

Thankfully all they get in response is a soft chuckle

"Cute..."

Phoenix is trying desperately to force himself to pass out, looking at Maya for help.

Rising to her feet and slamming her hands on the table, she shouts,

"Your friend is mean! He- he wouldn't help us, or even tell us your name!"

She swallows hard.

The man looks up at her, eyes wide in bafflement.

"Oh, Jigen?" His expression softens into a cheery smile. "What a goose! He's just overprotective."

With one last expert fold, the man slips his creation beneath the glass to Maya.Its a little 3D origami heart.

"Give that to him, and he'll talk. Tell him it's from Lupin."

"So that's your name?" Phoenix murmurs.

Lupin nods.

"Arséne Lupin III. Good boy." He coos.

Phoenix's face goes bright red with embarrassment. Its about time he got this case back on track.

"So, about the trial-"

"Ah." Lupin sits back, eyeing the door behind him. "Time's up, cutie pie. I'm in trouble."

Within seconds the door slams open, and a tall man in a trenchcoat storms in. For a second, Phoenix thinks Gumshoe, but this guy is a little more square shaped, and a lot angrier, if that's possible.

"Lupin!" He yells, his voice shaking the room. "We had a deal damn it!"

Lupin pouts, his voice a flirty whine.

"Aw, but Pops~!"

This new player stomps forward, lifting Lupin by the collar as easily as one would a kitten by the scruff. He fixes Phoenix and Maya in his firm gaze.

"You can come back later. He's mine right now."

"Ooh, I love it when you get all possessive..."

"God damn it, Lupin!"

Unceremoniously, Lupin is dragged out of the room, followed by the conga line of guards. The door shuts behind them all and Phoenix sits, moping.

"I have no idea if this guy is innocent..."

-Thoughts? And Prayers!-

[iiiiiiits-m]

yall should go check out my fic on ao3.....

Jigen Daisuke/Original Female Character

PG-13 i guess (I'll allude to smutty times but i won't write them)

yes I know there's only one chapter I'm working on the second

here's a lil snippet!!!

“I need you two to trust me.” 

Jigen had never trusted him more.

“We’re going to have to jump.”

Jigen was already unlatching the window.

“I have a net set up to catch us.”

Jigen watched as his samurai companion perched on the windowsill.

“I’ve only lied to y’all once so far.”

Jigen watched with confusion as (fake?) Goemon leaped, voice still trailing behind him as he yelled back to the two men in the window. Since when did Goemon say “y’all”?

“I’m not Goemon!”

Jigen and Lupin stared at each other, dumbfounded by the imposter’s confession. 

[carissimipaixao]

F, H, and S for the Fan fic ask game? Also I hope you're having a lovely night!!

thank you so much! i hope you're having an amazing day 🥺🫶 and thank you for answering my message, too!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

«I’d rather rot in hell than spend another minute listening to your poor excuses. [...] You want to know why you’re still here? Because Lupin sees something in you. But, you’re not as special as you believe yourself to be, darling.»

this one was really hard to choose, because i personally believe dialogue isn't my strongest, but my narration, but i really like this scene/dialogue in particular just because it was really fun writing jigen being spiteful and angry.

i don't think there are many fics out there that have jigen being cold or considering the reader/oc an enemy or distraction, so whenever i get the chance to write jigen and the protagonist in opposite sides of an argument (or conflict), it's really fun.

H: How would you describe your style?

hmm, well, lately i have been kind of experimenting writing more abruptly or straight to the point, but i used to have a flowery writing style, i believe. even now, i tend to go back at it, especially in parts where i want the fic to hit the reader harder. it really depends on the story i'm working on!

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

well, funnily enough, you mentioned "enemies to lovers" not being your cup of tea, but it's one of my favorite tropes if done well or done in a way that feels authentic and realistic for the two characters. i also really like slow burn (now, that makes a huge difference in "enemies to lovers") and tropes related to time travel or multiverses (it's my absolute guilty pleasure, ever since i was a kid, so you can only imagine how i felt with the spiderverses movies or shows like steins;gate)!

fanfic ask game!

[dukeswonderousmenagerie]

. . .The Broker gathered his money into a travel bag he had brought. A little over 2,500 dollars if Jigen had counted it all correctly. The guy then blew out his candles, but didn’t bother to gather them, instead leaving them on the table, secured by the now cool wax that had melted and pooled onto the old wood. Jigen stepped outside, not at all surprised to find a guy standing just outside the door. He was armed to the teeth, and dressed similarly to the Broker, who had stepped outside just after Jigen.

Jigen loitered back for just a moment, lighting up the cigarette he had been playing with before. Taking a slow drag, drawing in the smoke and slowly exhaling it through his nose, Jigen picked up his discarded hat from the chair where he had left it, placing it slowly and meticulously back on top of his head.

“Well, gentlemen,” he claimed, looking at the two men from just below the brim of his fedora as he pulled on the lapels of his suit to seemingly adjust them, “it’s been a pleasure doing business with ya.” He raised his hand, flicking the front corner of his fedora.

It wasn’t a second later, not even a full heartbeats worth of time, when there was a crack of noise in the air and suddenly the Broker’s body crumbled into a heap on the floor, blood pooling around the now still form at it lay motionlessly on the ground. Jigen brought the cigarette back to his lips as the Broker’s guard drew his weapon, as he twirled towards him and took aim. On an exhale, as smoke slowly seeped between him and his would-be attacker, there was another soft noise that pierced the air, and the poor nameless guard dropped to the ground in a heap no different then what his boss had done just moments before.

Looking down at the Broker and of the large pool of dark red now seeping into his clothes, Jigen pushed the Broker’s body over with his foot, then stooped down, cigarette still between his lips, the cherry tapping lightly in the air, to grab the bag of money. “I’ll just be takin’ these back.” 

There was a small click in the air as Jigen stood back up, case now in hand. From the shadows a familiar face approached with even steps, the familiar sword in which he carried, at home back in its sheath.

“So, how did it go.”

His hat drawn down low over his eyes, Jigen smiled under the brim of his hat. The sudden cold grin that surfaced on his face made Goemon want to shudder. He knew that look very well. “Ah, so that’s why you look like you’re about to break someone’s neck.”

The cold grin slowly faded and soon Jigen was grinning a foolish doggy grin, his lips pulled up high past his teeth, cigarette still burning. One arm splayed out as if he had no care. As if everything was right in the world.

“I. . .have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.”

He held out the bag of money in front of himself with one hand, the grin still high on his face.

“Say. . .fancy lunch? I’ll pay.” _____________

-Lupin III: Fall of Kings The Song of Rats

[the-golden-ghost]

For the First and Last, no.24? o w o

24. First/Last Secrets

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I chose Lupjig because I'm weak and I love them. The first part takes place in the Early Gang Days, shortly before Lupin decides to fake his death for the first time.

The second part takes place in the Late Gang Days, a little before the events in Castle of Cagliostro.

I hope you enjoy!

~~~

“Ammunition?”

“Yep.”

“Getaway car?”

“Yep.”

“Getaway chopper?”

“Absolutely. Grappling hooks, smokescreens, personal flotation devices?”

“Everything.”

“So it’s all in order?”

Lupin and Jigen were running down their checklist of all they’d need for tomorrow’s job. This one was going to be wild, and dangerous, but they were ready for it, even if there was a very real possibility that one of them may not survive.

In fact, in Lupin’s case, it was a certainty. The one where Lupin III, in all his unsavory glory, finally joined the world of the dead! Sometime tomorrow, the grappling hooks he’d been in charge of would fail, and he’d fall fifty feet down into a steel trap laid out for him by one of the world’s most notorious leaders of the criminal underground, and from there on out, nothing would ever be the same.

A year ago it would have been hilarious. Now, it still was, but he had to admit he had some misgivings. Mostly because he’d spent a year assembling this team, and against his better judgement, well...

He was glad Fujiko was on the other side of the world in Dubai where she wouldn’t have to see, and he was glad that he’d summoned Goemon, even if in truth he could have done this without him. He’d considered sparing Goemon too, until he realized that once the heist failed as planned, Jigen would have to stagger back to the hideout alone.

Lupin could not do that, not to him.

Looking over at Jigen now, Lupin tried to imagine what his reaction would be. Maybe he’d handle it well. Jigen was a pretty tough bastard and he’d had his share of suffering so maybe this would just be another knock for him. Maybe he’d shake it off easy and walk away like the past year hadn’t happened. Maybe his heart wouldn’t break. Maybe Lupin didn’t mean as much to him as he’d come to mean to Lupin.

Maybe everything would be okay and he could go on and be happy, somehow.

“You’re kinda quiet,” Jigen said, flopping down on the couch and lighting a cigarette. Goemon was sitting close by, deep in meditation but in reality, probably listening intently. “Usually you’re talkin’ my ear off about how great it’s gonna be.”

“It’s gonna be great, Jigen!” Lupin said, giving his best smile. He hoped it was more convincing than it felt.

A year ago Jigen had joined up with him, drawing away from kind gestures and bristling up at anything other than cool professionalism. It had taken Lupin months to coax him out of that dreary, guarded state, but by God, Jigen knew how to smile, and how to laugh, and even how to sing when he set his mind to it.

True, he was still a grouchy, wary alcoholic but he didn’t flinch anymore when Lupin touched him and he would joke back and forth with him all night without clamming up in sudden fear that Lupin would tell him he’d gone too far and retaliate with cruelty.

And now Lupin was going to wipe himself off the map and send Jigen back into the world that had made him that way in the first place. All that effort, gone. So yeah, he had a couple of misgivings.

If he’d had time... if he could have primed Jigen better, maybe he could have let him in on it and trusted him to follow through, but...

“You sure you’re okay?” Jigen asked. “You nervous?”

“Are you?”

“Maybe a little,” Jigen said with a shrug. “What about you, Goemon? Are you nervous?”

“No.” Goemon probably wasn’t, in all honesty.

“Hey,” Jigen said. “We’re gonna be fine,” he was looking at Lupin when he said it, and it almost was enough to kill Lupin then and there, because in the year they’d been together he couldn’t recall even one time Jigen tried to offer comfort. He’d come so damn far, and now this.

“You think I don’t know that?” Lupin scoffed. “You must think I’m losing my touch.”

He’d be losing a lot more than that, though, before it was over.

~~~

Lupin usually slept pretty well. Oh, sure, he’d stay up a few nights before a job prepping, or he’d be on high alert when they were being tailed, but otherwise he’d always prided himself in his ability to shake his troubles off and sleep through the night unhindered.

Lately though his thoughts tended to nag at him and keep him staring at the ceiling long into the night.

Jigen was beside him because Jigen was always beside him. Tonight he was snoring. And usually that sound was a comforting one to Lupin, a sure sign of safety. If Jigen could rest easy, then there was definitely nothing to fear.

Lately, Jigen had been resting easy a lot, but Lupin had been having troubles.

He sat up, stared out the window for a long while, and then turned back to look at his partner. Same old Jigen, drowsing with his hat pulled over his face. But he wasn’t the same. Lupin remembered the sharp-eyed, rawboned man he’d allied with more than a decade ago. A rangy, callous sharpshooter with a quick hand and a quicker tongue who nevertheless had stuck close to Lupin like a burr and wormed his way into his life.

And now? Now Lupin would always think of Jigen foremost as a warm, steady man with a rough disposition and a soft heart. The years had changed him physically - adding lines to his face and scars to his skin, most of which Lupin had been there to bear witness to. His body had filled out over time, too, leaving him looking stronger and healthier than Lupin could ever remember.

Lupin sighed. Jigen had a lot of life left in him to take him wherever he wanted to go. But he didn’t know if the same was true for himself. And he wanted sometimes to say it - to just voice it aloud so there was no question. That he’d never planned to live past his youth, but the years had caught up with him and somehow, it had just... happened.

He was still planning how to die. But now, more and more, it was looking like it would have to be for real. No more playacting, no more dress rehearsals or bait and switches that left everyone guessing. One last stand and it would be over.

Surely it would be easy? It couldn’t hurt more than anything else Lupin had ever done. And after that, nothing at all.

He’d have to make it perfect, though.

The thing that got to him was that after all this he didn’t want to leave Jigen behind. Goemon would be okay. He still joined up with them when they called, but he’d been spending less and less time with them - he stuck around for the jobs, but between them, he was barely around. And he hadn’t seen Fujiko in months. She was okay, he was sure, and they’d meet again, but...

He missed them both.

Jigen was still here, though. And he didn’t show signs of leaving. He’d be the one to bury Lupin, Lupin was pretty certain of that, and he’d do it well, giving him all the honors befitting a thief and a swindler and a beloved partner and friend.

But then what?

Lupin could imagine Jigen striking off alone and purposeless, all that life still in him but nothing to do with it now. He pictured him just wandering, falling slowly back into his old bad habits until the years shed from him and he joined Lupin in death, reverted back to the same bitter man he’d been when they first met.

And Lupin tried to tell himself no, that would never happen. Jigen is stronger than that.

But he remembered that he’d stopped faking his death a few years ago, after the two of them had stood and watched Goemon be killed right in front of them. It was a cruel trick, and Goemon was alive and well to this day, but Lupin had never seen Jigen truly break before and for the first time in his life he thought he was going to lose both his partners for good.

When Goemon returned Lupin had made an uneasy joke about how Jigen would never have mourned like that for him, and Goemon just shook his head.

“You have no idea.”

So...

It wasn’t even that Lupin really wanted to die. That was the truth of it. He didn’t want to die, but he didn’t know how to go on living. He’d always promised himself he wouldn’t die a boring, pointless death and if he allowed himself to grow old and doddering and just... withered away in a hospital room somewhere... what would the point have been?

He just wanted it all to have some bigger meaning. Maybe it was an impossible wish. Maybe the best he could do was say he changed a few lives and made a few headlines and would die loved.

Someday.

Lupin lay back down and snuggled right up next to his partner. He needed some sleep, and after all, even if the clock felt like it was winding down, there were still some adventures to be had.

And time, thankfully, to choose what the world had in store for them.

[vaguely-concerned]

a snippet from a Lupin III fic I doubt I’ll ever finish writing but thought I’d salvage some pieces from!

Lupin idly observes: “If you ask me, the god of thieves should be Prometheus.”

Knowing a Lupin set-up line when he hears one, Jigen obliges. “Yeah? How so?”

“He stole only one thing,” Lupin says, and something in his eyes burns brighter than that first flame, however wrought by the hands of gods, ever could have. “But that one thing set the entire world alight. Who else can say they did that?”

Understanding, as always, the plight of the moth, Jigen moves a little closer to him on the bed, thinking not for the first time that the sun has got nothing on whatever’s gone wrong inside this guy somewhere along the way.  

“You do know how that story ends, right?” Jigen asks anyway, as if in a token gesture towards defending the honor of sanity. “Chains, rock, eternity, eagle gets an unlimited supply of Prometheus liver tartare? This ringin’ any bells?”

Lupin shrugs an unworried shoulder. “But don’t you think it would be worth it, looking down at the earth every night while you were waiting for the eagle and seeing the fires being lit all around the world?” 

With a deep sigh Jigen wraps an arm around him and presses his lips to Lupin’s throat, then again, small pecks soft as snowflakes landing all along the course of his carotid artery, like the simple act might put down wards there, make some invisible armor under the skin that would keep out all harm. Lupin shivers appreciatively and tilts his head to the side to bare more of his neck, fingers playing idly with Jigen’s hair. There’s a bit of lipstick on his collar, the same color Fujiko’s been favoring lately. After trailing the kisses all the way up to the edge of Lupin’s jaw, Jigen murmurs: “See, it’s ‘cause you keep saying shit like that I can’t let you go anywhere on your own. I let you out of my sight for five minutes and bam, you’re plotting to piss off the gods themselves.”

“Oh, don’t even pretend to grumble, you love it,” Lupin coos. 

Jigen brushes the tip of his nose back and forth over the soft patch of skin right below Lupin’s ear and smiles. “Eh, I live with it.”

He lives with it, he lives by it; it’s the first thing that’s ever given him the certainty that to live could be preferable to the alternative. Hell, he does love it. He’s loved nothing and no one more in his entire tattered  sorry scotch-soaked excuse for an existence, and he can only hope he never will, because he’s pretty sure that would destroy him.

“Well, I guess it’s not the same thing anyway, at the end of the day, so I shouldn’t worry about it,” Jigen says.

“Yeah? How so?” There’s a grin in his voice. Lupin plays ball too sometimes, when it suits him.

Jigen grunts. “Prometheus never had a partner. I’d shoot that goddamn eagle clean out of the sky before it even got its first beakful of liver, and Goemon could do the whole slice and dice routine with the chains, and then we’d be out of there before anyone was any the wiser.” 

Lupin is quiet for a while — long enough that Jigen pauses in kissing his way along his throat and pulls back to get a look at his face. 

and that’s where it stops, I’m afraid, but it ends in

“Hey, Jigen?” he says finally. 

“Hm?” 

“I love you so fucking much.”

some odds and ends from the same wip that still make me smile under the cut

“Who would you want to be in that particular pantheon?”

“Dionysus.”

“Damn, that was quick.” 

“Free drinks, man.” 

Lupin snickers. “Hey, good point.”  

. . .

“Fujiko would be Aphrodite, obviously,” Lupin says, piously. “The goddess of love, and the most beautiful woman who ever lived.” 

Jigen gives a derisive huff. “As if. She’d be that bitch who threw the apple of disaster or whatever it was.”

Lupin snickers. “That’d be Eris with the Apple of Discord. And I’m so telling Fujiko you said that next time we see her.” 

“Go right ahead. I’ll tell her myself.”

(I have no idea who Goemon could be in this thought experiment; I feel like he’s Too Japanese For This lol. Zenigata is the eagle, obviously.)

[hixystix]

Tagged by @idabbleincrazy - thanks!!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs (or as many peeps as you want, really- ‘tis just for fun!)

I've included a few that are still in the idea phase and excluded ones I talked about last meme!

Lupin WIPs:

"Sun, Sea, Sand, and Sex"

Dying Day Smut/Jigen has problems

Supernatural fusion

Exchange fic

LuZeni the mark gets smart, Zenigata gets desperate

First Sequel

Star Wars WIPs:

Aster's fic

Break

Fake Relationship

Holiday AU

Hoth Fic

Kata Stories

Renegades, Rebels, & Rogues

Runaway Fic

The Fulcrum

Therapy fic

Thy Love's Use Their Treasure

Waking Up

Not tagging anyone specifically but if you have WIPs, I want to hear about them!

[revolverdance]

Random snippet of a fic 3

“Hey,” Jigen said and slumped on the couch next to Lupin, who looked up at him from his laptop.

“Hey,” Lupin repled. “You ok?”

“No,” Jigen said stiffly. 

“What’s up?” Lupin put away his laptop.

“I’m worried.”

“I can see that. About what?”

“Is everything how it seems? Do you know something I don’t?” Jigen asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Like is this hacker thing for real?” Jigen asked, his eyes obscured by the hat now.

[ ... ]

“Hmh," Jigen let out a noise that indicated he still wasn't convinced. "Makes sense. But the job?”

“So far everything seems straightforward,” Lupin said with ease. “I haven’t encountered anything that would worry me. So what’s worrying you?”

Jigen didn’t reply, just crossed his arms and leaned back in a bundle of nerves.

“You’re worried if she is for real,” Lupin said, slowly grinning at him. 

“Something doesn’t add up,” Jigen said.

“Like what?”

“Well," the dark man said slowly, sighed and waved with his hand. "Take Carla, for example. How can she be so level-headed? So pragmatic about everything? She hasn’t freaked out or fainted or cried about her nails or anything.”

Lupin eyed his friend. “You know, not all women wear heels, take selfies and expect the man to pay for dinner. Some women literally wear the pants, do the work and pay their own bills. Like she does.”

“Yeah.”

“Jigen? You’re not really worried about the job, are you? You’re worried about her?”

Jigen grumbled, sounding like he was in pain. He leaned forward now, his elbows on his knees. “I don’t fucking know.”

“Yeah you do. She’s pretty great, isn’t she? You said it yourself. Level-headed. Pragmatic. Not freaking out. Also really impressive looking, isn't she?”

“Jesus Christ, Lupin, what do you take me for?”

“A hopeless romantic, Jigen. That’s what I take you for. And that’s why you’re so worried.”

[jigensnacks]

I apologize for just dropping off the face of the earth, I haven't been having a good brain time and college is a little overwhelming at the moment. It'll continue to be that way because I'm dangerously close to starting my master's thesis. Which I'm not looking forward to. But hey, I wrote so many fics when I was doing my bachelor's thesis and they were decent-ish.

Anyway, I may have accidentally started a jizeni thing. Have a snippet of the upcoming disaster (affectionate):

"Why are you telling me this?"

Jigen shrugged. "I dunno."

Pops. Always the bright-eyed optimist, dead-set on seeing the best in people.

Even if they're rotting husks like him.

Jigen plucked a cigarette out of the fresh (yet somehow battered) pack of cigarettes, and even before he managed to stick it between his lips, Pops held out a lighter. Some old Zippo-type thing, already lit with that orange-blue butane flame.

Jigen wouldn't deny him the opportunity and so he leaned in, let the butane flame lick away at the tip of his cig, until it let him take a drag and the tarry smoke filled his lungs.

Dunno what I'm going to do with this. But it will be something. And of course, the full thing will live on AO3 when it's done cooking :3

Oh yeah, and I have some nine jiglup fics in the works. Been writing them on and off in the past, uh. How many months? Let's go with six. Or eight. I lost count of time by this point.

[dandunn]

🤔 and💥!

🤔 Are there any new characters you want to write about?

Technically I've already started but I'm REALLY enjoying writing Mr Albert Lupin the 3rd, I've gotten a bit obsesed with him and I've been trawling through all the fics in his tag just trying to absorb whatever content I can. His appearance in Lupin 0 really delighted me I love his stupid banana custard hair and whatever my opinion on the series ends up being, I'm just glad they brought him back lmao

Maybe I'll get a chance to start the fic I've been planning with my OC white rabbit too. Would be fitting, it's His year.

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

God yes. Several actually. Every line I write that has nothing to do with it drives me a little more insane.

One of them is just really fucking dark and the other is probably one of the interesting Lupin/Jigen conversations I've ever written and is just. Nice. :)

I cannot post a snippet right now sorry it's all hush-hush

[temporary-dysphoria]

4, 8, 9, 16, 28, 39

4 - How many fic ideas am I running right now? Care to share one of them?

So many. I have narrowed down my focus a lot though so most of my energy is being piled into How to Train Your Assassins. I’m also tapping away at a fluffy Lupin/Jigen oneshot to make up for the amount of angst I’ve delivered over the last few months. 

8 - Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

That’s hard because I’m not particularly good at dialogue at the best of times. Then I remembered the line that made me giggle for a good 20 minutes when I first wrote it down, and still gets a chuckle out of me, even now. It might be the most in-character thing I’ve ever written. 

“But Jigen,” it’s Goemon who speaks this time, apparently recovered from his earlier fit. He usual bored expression is back in place, albeit a little wonky thanks to the amount of scotch Lupin has imbibed him with, “Do you not wish to partake in celebratory procreation?”

9 - Which fic has been the hardest to write?

How to Train Your Assassins without a doubt. It’s so big. An absolute unit. One shots are easy cause you just write and then post, but there’s so many dangling threads that I need to pick up with How to Train. When I finish it, it will 100% be my biggest fanfic achievement to date. 

16 - If you could only write one pairing for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Right now, probably the Lupin OT4. 

28 - Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

I’ve been reading a lot of Naruto fic lately, so these two get the top spot for that fandom.

Kurgaya and Megawallflower - both write my favourite ship, and both write it so damn well. Kurgaya in particular writes a lot of post-war fic and focuses on medical recovery and given that medical stuff is pretty much my bread and butter day job, I love seeing recovery dealt with so succintly and so well in fic. 

In the Lupin fandom it’s a solid tie beween Prosodi, VampireNaomi, and Liz_Tudor for who gets most of my re-reads. I don’t know how many times I’ve re-read the Universal Measure by VN now, and even though Prosodi only has 3 one shots for the Lupin fandom they are *excellent*. 

39 - Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

I haven’t yet (*touch wood*), so I honestly don’t know. The closest I’ve had to a ‘mean’ review was really just a review on How to Train that interpreted the fic in a different way to how I meant. It bristled me (because I wanted to make it very clear that I was dealing with ongoing mental health problems and not just a singular incident), but it was by no means mean - and it really just highlighted how little control we as authors have over the interpretation of work once it’s out there. 

[sentientpaperbag]

LONG LIVE THE GRUMPS

i’m writing a fic for them that will post at 8am central time tomorrow

>:3 it has lupin teasing jigen, and some soft moments between jigen and sakura

listen i have this big hc that jigen’s secretly a big romantic at heart

like listen give this man a wholesome relationship please i’m begging

here is a snippet:

s..soft

it’s from almost the end of it

There’s a smooch in there too.