#makoto edamura imagines

[greatpawtender]

find really interesting how different makoto is in each case orz

bonus because i can never stop drawing post case4 stuff:

[mochachailattecafe]

quickest ipad sketches ive ever done of how i think team confidence and co. would look as animal crossing villagers

[best-thriller-animanga-tourney]

Erased: Erased is about a man who goes back in time (against his will) and has to stop a tragedy in order to escape the loop, usually at his own expense. When his mother is murdered in his apartment and he becomes the lead suspect, his power transports him to his childhood where he has to save 3 children from being murdered by the same person who killed his mom in the future, and find the murderer.

Pretender: Self-styled “Japan's greatest swindler” Makoto Edamura is mainly targeting elder people and occasional foreign travelers. But when he tries to scam an apparently clueless French tourist in Tokyo, he can't possibly imagine that what looked like just another ordinary job is going to take him all the way to Los Angeles, tied upside-down on the famous Hollywood sign… And he is yet to find out what fate awaits him!

[grasslandgirl]

ANON HAS ME IN A MOOD! 2 FOR LAURENTMAKOTO

i love you so dearly i am blowing kisses to u

presumablyh this is in reference to this fic asks list i reblogged earlier?

2: What scene did you first put down?

this is actually an easy answer! i have two emails i sent myself late at night back in june when i first started conceptualizing keiko fic right before your birthday with the early drafts of the first scene from the fic and the scene from the end where laurent and makoto are at the restaurant!! mostly i wrote chronologically, but i remember having a really clear idea for the restaurant scene right before i went to bed and wanting to get it down- hence the emails to myself the night before i started writing the fic itself!! <3

ill put the screenshots and id's below the cut but ty for sending in the ask <3 its fun that keiko fic has a more clear and demonstrable answer than most other fics ive written, for which the answer would probably just be "uhh probably the first scene. i had an idea and i started writing." skfjnskfjbs

[ID: two screenshots of text on a white background. the first reads:

Makoto didn’t imagine being a father. 

Well, technically that wasn’t true. Makoto Edamura’s stopped dreaming about being a dad- about having a family- when his father went to jail. When he was a kid, his mom always said he was just like his father. Makoto  remembered standing in the living room, dinner burning on the stove, as he and his mother watched the television in baffled horror. The truth of his father’s actions falling into a pile at their feet as the grainy footage showed him being escorted into a police car over and over again. How could he ever dare to dream of having a family, after knowing how many families his father had broken apart- including their own. 

besides, all the garbage trauma tied up in his dad aside, Makoto was an aspiring former con man- he didn’t lead a life or have friends that suited children. 

So even if he could never stifle a smile when he passed a park full of running, screaming children; or if he sometimes dreamed of clipping a little cat clip into a little girl’s hair; or if the one time he saw Laurent flirting with a young mother, sweeping her babbling infant out of her arms and pressing a brief kiss to its head with a luminous smile- it didn’t matter. None of it did. 

Because it was less that Makoto didn’t imagine being a father, and more that he couldn’t afford to imagine it. 

the second screenshot reads:

“Wait.” Makoto puts his fork down. Then he puts both his hands on the table, leans forward and skewers Laurent with a glare as forceful as he can manage while not knocking over the ridiculous wine he bought for the table. “Is this a date?”

Laurent’s smile is studied and careful. But Makoto can read him well enough to see the twitch of his eye and the tremble in his fingers as he flexes them once, twice, atop his napkin. Makoto knows him well enough to recognize the rare signs of nervousness on Laurent. 

“Darling,” he answers with an oil slick grin. (The pet name makes something hot seize up in Makoto’s stomach that has nothing to do with dinner or the wine.) “We’re raising a child together. We’ve been living together across the globe for years. I bought you the most expensive wine on the menu-“

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” Makoto grouses, interrupting him, because he refuses to make anything easy for Laurent- even this. If that’s what this even is. 

Laurent’s smile grows, and he inclines his head in indulgent acquiescence. “Makoto.” Makoto’s eye twitches, an involuntary tick in response to Laurent using his given name, instead of one of his stupid nicknames and pet names. He can’t decide which he prefers. “Would you like a ring? Would that help you feel more secure?” Laurent’s tone is light, with the same manicured artifice he brings to every con. It’s so pristine that it’s hard to see the man beneath the confidence; but Makoto can. 

Makoto does. 

Beneath the teasing and the flirting is a genuine question. A genuine offer- to buy Makoto a ring. And abruptly he’s stuck with the scale of it all: their life together. That behind every word, under every smile, between every gesture and con and secret and stupid fucking nickname has been this: Laurent asking for Makoto to stay. Asking for them to have a life together. Proving that this- Makoto- is something he wants. 

But because Laurent is Laurent, he can never say anything straight out. He has to make it into a puzzle for Makoto to solve. (Thankfully, Makoto is very good at solving Laurent’s puzzles.)

And because Makoto is Makoto, he can’t let Laurent get away with anything that easily. 

Makoto leans back, lets an easy shark’s smile spread across his face. “Yeah,” he says, in answer to Laurent’s question. “It would.”

Under the table, the tip of Laurent’s shiny expensive-ass shoe drags up the line of Makoto’s ankle. He does his best not to squirm under the abrupt heat of Laurent’s smile. God. Fuck. He’s made a terrible decision. End ID.]

[badboysdoitbetter]

i’m so desperate for Great Pretender content that i’m fully about to write fanfiction myself :O

(my ask box is open request some juicy x reader requests.)

[illjustpretend]

mine, all mine

[mood]

[ch4o7ix]

head empty only salazar, tom and makoto as a happy family

just imagine

imagine makoto visiting them and tom being so happy and start to info dump his big brother about everything he learned and saw while he was gone

imagine makoto on video calls with them, talking about a new coffee that is so good and made in a very specific way

imagine makoto after wizard of far east, hugging salazar, saying that he was the dad oz never would be

imagine makoto talking with salazar on the phone, and then saying "bye dad", and the whole team confidence is there, and he knows that they will never let this die

just imagine them as a happy family

[moodychann]

Laurent: I’m gay

Edamura: I’m glad you’re happy.

-

Laurent: Slam me against a wall.

Edamura: I don’t want to figh you right now?????

-

Laurent: I think you’re really beautiful.

Edamura: Thanks, you too. That’s nice of you to say as my friend.

-

Laurent: Edamame, I love you.

Edamura: I love you too, no homo?

Laurent: You know what, yes. YES HOMO. FUCK YOU, EDAMAME, PLEASE ACCEPT MY GAY FEELINGS-

[kageyuji]

Fault Of A Con Man — Edamura

warnings — angst, setting is a bar, unrequited love

a/n — this is a reaaaally late birthday present for @badboysdoitbetter oops

his heart hurt, his mind raced, his stomach turned. you looked so happy, so what was with this feeling? edamura always seemed to like when you smiled, when you had that hopeful, amazed look in your eyes. yet he couldn’t seem to appreciate it when you were staring at another guy.

this was just another case, right? there was no hope for you to spark up some relationship with that man. still, edamura didn’t like how he made you laugh. laurent had wanted you to flirt and distract the man, but edamura wondered if dancing with him was really necessary?

of course the guy had to own a bar. of course.

edamura heard the music slow, watched the guy pull you closer. it felt like you were dancing along to the beat of his heartache. every step should have hurt you; what with you stepping on the shards of his broken heart. instead it felt the opposite, like every time he opened his eyes and you were still dancing with another guy, it cut deeper.

“you ok?” abby said, walking up next to him.

he didn’t say anything at first. he didn’t want to lie; abby always seemed to be able to see through him. he took a deep breath, “no.”

that was the thing with your jobs; relationships weren’t exactly an easy thing. they were hard to keep, but edamura didn’t know if burying his love for you could be any easier.

[manias-wordcount]

Hi! Could we get more Makoto from Great Pretender x reader please? maybe an imagine of the time he proposed to the reader in bed like you mentioned in the "keep the peace" imagine?? thank youuu

Keep the Peace: The Proposal (Makoto Edamura x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘀 !! 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵. 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

It’s when he opens his eyes to the blinding lights of a beautiful, sunny day that he decides that alcohol is a cruel invention. And somehow, he’s never felt more at peace. 

The groan he lets out is muted as his eyes squeeze shut to fend off against the offending rays of sunshine. His head feels like it’s about to split open. An ever-present, intense ache that starts behind his eyes and travels all throughout his head. It’s especially brutal at his forehead, though he can safely say the constant pulses of throbbing pain on either side of his head makes for an easy second place. 

He feels miserable, simply put. Besides the headache, he feels slow. Weak, even. Moving right now feels damn near impossible, and thoughts aren’t coming to him as quickly as they should. It’s an awful feeling, and he wants nothing more than to close his eyes, bury himself in the sheets, and deal with it later. He hasn’t felt this bad since the first time he got drunk- back when he was some stupid kid with nowhere to go. It might be a little pathetic, though truth be told, he can’t remember just how much he drank. He can’t remember much of last night, really. Just stumbling by, going through the movements. Cracking open a bottle of something, a knock on his door, and suddenly-

You.

The memory hits him like a bolt of lightning. You, you, you- he sits up. Pulling his arm off of whatever warm body must have slept next to last night and turned to face forward in a snap. Though he really wishes he doesn’t because, in the end, it’s a horrible move on his part. Sitting up so fast in the bed instantly sent him groaning again. Cradling his head in one hand as he pushes back the sheets with the other. It’s a half an attempt to pull himself out of the bed finally and force a glass of water down his throat for his own sake. But it stops as soon as he’s able to ignore the searing pain in his head for a longer than a second. It stops when he finally spots you. 

 Your back is facing him, and judging from the soft way you vocalize your displeasure, you miss the feeling of being held. Almost as much as he now misses the feeling of holding you. And despite the night the two of you must have had, you’re he’s still slack-jawed at the sight right in beside him. Maybe it’s the hangover talking now that all the alcohol is passed through his system, but he swears he’s never seen something so beautiful. 

You’re still in your dress from last night. A tight-fitted little black dress that leaves very little to the imagination, yet has him wanting more as the rest of your torso disappears underneath the covers. Your hair is a mess against your pillow, but the way it frames your face is everything. Because as the sun streams from the window the blinds drunk Makoto mistakenly forgot to close in, it bathes the room- no, it bathes you- in this halo of golden sunlight. 

And now he’s staring. Outright staring at his co-worker, but he just can’t help it. He’s mesmerized by the rise and fall of your chest. The quiet sound of your breath as it passes through your lips. The way you exist so delicately. So perfectly after what must have been shitty, messed up, no-good night if it brought you to his bed at the end of it. He feels red in the way just thinking about it. Thinking about you and how he’s holding you up on this pedestal after just because his muddled head thinks you’re pretty when you sleep. But he can’t help it. He can’t. When he’s around you, he doesn’t feel like a liar. He doesn’t feel like a crook or a cheat or a confidence man. He feels human. He is human. So much so that he makes stupid decisions and thinks stupid stops doesn’t make one move to stop himself from opening his mouth and uttering two words that would change anyone’s life forever:

“Marry me…”

Your eyes flutter open. 

And it’s not that he remembers that not only is he human, but he’s also alive. And he has to face the consequences of his actions. Face whatever happened last night. Face all the questions you might have just from clumsy sentencing slipping out of his lips. Face a whole lot of things at this point. Starting with this headache that starting to grow, worse and worse and-

“Ah,” The sound he makes is unpleasant as he goes back to holding his head in his hands. His eyes shut tight and his face twists in a grimace. Regret overpowers his system and right now, he’s just glad that the bad taste in his mouth is probably morning breath rather than dinner threatening to bubble up as one last surprise. But that doesn’t stop the way his head feels like it’s about to split open if he doesn’t get a pain killer soon. “Kuso…”

“Makoto…?”

The call of his name from your sleep-ridden voice is his only warning before he hears the sheets rustle and shift. You’re sitting up by his side in an instant, your hand on his lower back. You bring your face close to his, and he’s only vaguely aware of the words of comfort you provide for him as he forces his eyes open to gaze at you. There’s a small, kind smile on your face. It brings a sort of warmth he finds himself desperately craving now that he really feels like shit. But here you are. Ready to pick up the pieces and help him feel whole again. Just like you did when he first joined the team. Just like you did last night. Just like he wants you to do every night now.

His arms are wrapping around you before he can stop himself, but you allow him to pull you into his chest anyways. You hold onto the collar of his button-down, and it’s a dumb reminder that the both of you fell asleep in your clothes though it's hard to find himself caring too much about it. You’re signing into his hold, and he can’t help but let out his own sound of contentment once his arm is slung carefully around your waist. You’re so soft. So warm and so sweet. You’re exactly what he needs to take the pain away. Exactly what he needed on a beautiful, sunny day in some European high-rise, hotel room. Trying to find a purpose to exist the same way he does now. You, you, you. All he needed in the end. All he needed, was you. 

“Makoto…?” And there it is. The sound of you calling his name. Your fist tightens around the fabric of his shirt, tugging him just a little closer. You breathe in against his chest. A slow exhale is quick to follow. He grunts quietly to show that he’s listening, but all you do is bask in the silence for a little longer. Bury your face into his body a little longer. Keep the peace, for just a little while longer. Until finally…“I don’t want to do this anymore.”

This is a loaded word, but he knows it too well. Fuzzy memories of last night sit in the back of his mind. The blurry image of sitting with you by the window, looking outside at the skyline that should be covered in stars. The two of you passed around a drink. He drank the most- having already started before you knocked on his door. Convincing you to drink straight from the bottle was an easy task when you were already eyeing it for a few minutes after arrival. But finally opening up to each other was the best part. The part that was worth it.

You told him everything with a slur to your words and a sad smile on your face. You told him about how you had no face left to turn to. Nowhere left to go in the world before you meant Laurent and was pulled onto Team Confidence. From there, you spoke about all the things you’ve done that still echo in your mind. The dangerous stunts. The risky maneuvers. The heartbreaking goodbyes. You were teary-eyed when you revealed to him that you were scared of one day doing something you couldn’t come back from. Someday doing something you’d regret for the rest of your life. You were terrified of it.

And that was the first time pulling you into his arms. 

Holding you tight and holding you close as he brushed through your hair and shared with you his own life story. You sniffled when he spoke to you about all the things he missed from Japan. You cried when he finally told you about his dad and how it broke his heart as a little boy. But you really sobbed when he talked about losing his mom. The last days with her. Trying to be good and strong for a broken cause, but it was all helpless in the end. It was something he never talked about. Not until now, when he was finally able to express how he thought and how he felt out loud- even if it wasn’t in his first language. But you were so sweet about it. Never once judging him for his past and present. Gently whispering how you know his mom must love him so much, even while she’s gone. 

It was while he brushed away the tears that trailed down your cheeks that he realized he couldn’t go on like this. That you couldn’t go on like this. And maybe it was the fact that he had just pumped his body full of alcohol at the time. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that you were sitting pretty and a little tipsy in his lap on the window seat with him. Or maybe, it was the undeniable connection the two of you felt as you revealed your humanity to one another. Maybe it was all of that that drove him closer, and closer. And suddenly, he’s kissing you softly. A hand on your hip as you tangle your fingers through his hair. It's the first time in a long time he’s feeling something that isn’t based on adrenaline. It’s the first time in a long time to he’s feeling a little something called peace. It’s the first time he says it too:

Marry me.

He’s starting to think more clearly now while he’s sitting here with you. His headache is still there, screaming at him, but there’s something more pressing on his mind now that the memories are starting to flood back all at once. Every time he kissed you. Your cheeks and your nose. Your forehead and your neck. Every time he kissed you, every place he kissed you- he uttered the same words against your skin. Marry me, marry me, marry me. He filled the room with promises a drunk man should never make. And yet, you answer everyone with a drunken promise of your own: yes. 

I don’t want to do this anymore. 

He doesn’t want you to. He doesn’t want to. Sure, there’s part of this life that’s amazing. The travel and sights really trick you into thinking this is luxury. But living on the edge for the rest of your life? Never being able to settle? Never being able to have your own family? It’s not the way to live. Not the way he wanted to live. Not the way you wanted to either. And he can’t count how many times he wanted into a situation where he didn’t know if he was going to be able to walk out of. He can’t count how many times he thought it was the end for him or for you or for someone else on the team. And knowing that you’ve been at this longer than him makes it worse. So, so much worse. 

So maybe it’s truly the hangover talking now. Just like it was the drinks speaking to him last night. But it doesn’t stop the way he’s thinking about how he could try again. Try to leave this all behind. Pull all the strings he can. Use all his own connections. Not rely on anyone else this time. Clean up his name just to get an honest job back in Japan. A nice house in a safe neighborhood far from where he grew up. Far away from all of this.

Just to take you with him.

“Makoto…?”

There it is again. You, you, you. Saying his name. Flooding his brain. Driving him crazy. You. So maybe it was the hangover at first. And the more than half a bottle of whatever before that. But as he takes a deep breath in, stumbles out of bed, and gets on one knee, he knows his motivation. His reason to keep going. His reason to get out. His hopes, his fears, his everything- after only one night. So he hopes you don’t mind the wrinkled clothes and the messy hair for this moment. Sober him promise he’ll do it better in the future. The future worth living for. But for now, he can only think of one thing. And one thing alone. You, you, you. And how one day…

“Marry me…?”

He hopes it’ll become us, instead. 

[makotoscoffee]

Ing's Fairytale AU

Let me set the mood.

HI GUYS I'M FINALLY SHARING THIS AU THAT I CAME UP WITH IN JANUARY! alsp shout out to @creepth we wrote a lot of it together!

This AU's aesthetic mixes the styles of medieval fantasy (how Brujo @illjustpretend draws it,) 1800s Scandinavia, and Norwegian fairytales.

Laurent is dressed in blues and muted cool tones (he also braids his hair in various ways,) Makoto is in reds, yellows, and browns, and Dorothy in pink.

Before I can tell you about it though, I need to familiarize you with a Norwegian fairytale character called Espen Askeladd (Espen "ash lad") (imagine Cinderalla but as a country boy.) In the stories of Espen Askeladd he is often underestimated and mocked by his older brothers, but while they get rejected by princesses and chased by trolls, Espen uses his wit, curiosity, and clever thinking to win any challenge in his way. He's kind, smart, and adventurous, that's why he's our hero!

(some iterations of Espen Askeladd↑)

Now, Laurent is sort of an Espen Askeladd-type. He's young and heading out for adventure after his mother died and there was no reason for him to stay home. On his journey he gets help from a witch named Shi-won and a merchant named Kudo. He travels to this big town where he meets the beautiful princess Dorothy.

She immediately falls for him because he doesn't try to win her over with money or bribes like other men and he's funny and charming. He cons his way through the King's challenges and is awarded her and half the kingdom. The two get married, and after the King dies they are in line to be king and queen. One day, Princess Dorothy is out in the woods riding her horse, when she is overmanned and killed by a band of robbers. When the news reach Laurent that his princess is dead, the prince shuts himself in his tower and refuses to come out. Sunlight shines through the bedroom window, but there is no light in the room. His world has gone dark and bleak.

Years later, a young knight rides his horse into town. He befriends some townspeople down at the tavern, who tell him tales of the young prince who disappeared. The brave knight, Makoto Edamura, decides to seek the prince out to hear more about this story. No one had ever actually tried to break into the castle, everyone understood how deeply the prince was hurting. Laurent, whose hair has grown long like Rapunzel's, is unrecognizable.

Makoto convinces him to come into town to see him spar (he was challenged to a duel because he's new in town.) No one recognizes the prince in his disguise. Watching Sir Makoto duel cheered him up a bit, and he couldn't help but stare when he took his helmet off and ran his hand through his hair. Later that night they go out to the tavern and Laurent can't help but catch some of the merry mood. Seeing Makoto talk and laugh with the townspeople made him feel warm inside. He sneaks back into his castle that night and sleeps like a baby for the first time in years.

The next day he comes down in the morning wearing his proper attire, the royal staff is surprised to see him like this. He doesn't answer any questions, no one dares to ask them anyway, but he requests that they bring in the "handsome knight that won the duel yesterday." Makoto is very nervous when he arrives at the castle escorted by Laurent's guards, and was surprised to see the prince avoiding eye contact (is he blushing??) as he says "you were really good."

Later that night, Makoto recieves an invitation for dinner at the castle. The two become good companions, they talk about all sorts of things and all sorts of nothings. One day, after many months of knowing each other, they're laying in a meadow looking up at the blue sky. There's a gentle breeze blowing, and little wildflowers all around them. "Can I kiss you?" Makoto asks, and Laurent's face turns red. He'd never been saught after before, he felt so silly when he could barely let out a "yes..." After their kiss, Makoto had never seen Laurent this happy.

Soon they had a big royal wedding where they invited everyone in the town to come celebrate. Laurent wears both his wedding bands on his finger. The sun has returned into his life 💛💐

[best-thriller-animanga-tourney]

Propaganda:

Blood on the tracks: Ordinary middle school student Seiichi Osabe receives love and care from his mother Seiko. Until one summer an incident changes the family dynamic forever. This is a story of a mother’s love that has gone too far….

Pretender: Self-styled “Japan's greatest swindler” Makoto Edamura is mainly targeting elder people and occasional foreign travelers. But when he tries to scam an apparently clueless French tourist in Tokyo, he can't possibly imagine that what looked like just another ordinary job is going to take him all the way to Los Angeles, tied upside-down on the famous Hollywood sign… And he is yet to find out what fate awaits him!

[mistabullets]

Did someone say Great Pretender? 👀 How about headcanons for Makoto and Lauren (separately) who needs to pretend to be in a relationship with S/O for a scam. Fake relationships turned into something more. Nsfw or sfw - your choice.

NOTE: uhhh it’s fairly suggestive but cw dubcon (if you squint), mentions of cuck for lulz, not sfw ish

Makoto Edamura

> The thought of pretending to be your boyfriend has him unnerved and flustered at first. While his acting has improved immensely since his first heist, the thought of being intimate just to fool some corrupt CEO has his head swimming. Especially since you, his partner for this particular swindle, just happens to be one of the most attractive people he ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on!

> You can’t help but tease the poor lad, reassuring him that all has to do is follow the script and act natural. The two of you would be presenting yourself in public so it’s not like the two of you would have to do anything further than hand holding and the caressing each other. However, the two of you do practice - you want to appear as a couple who love each other for ages when you’re out for dinner with the CEO and their spouse. So you and Makoto go on “pretend dates”. You coach him to hold initimate eye contact, put him to the test by randomly reaching out for his hands, and see how well he reacts when you go to wipe lingering crumbs near his lips.

> And it seems like these pretend dates pay off well, considering the CEO, their spouse, and everyone else always compliment what a good couple you are. Even Edamame has a few tricks up his sleeves and has seem the mastered the craft of faking relationships with you. He’s even been bold enough to kiss some cream off near your lips (and you gave a playful slap to ass for revenge). Even Laurent and Cynthia point out the two of you have gotten close since! However, Makoto brushes it off, commenting about how he is after all, Japan’s greatest con artist.

> Laurent chuckles and winks, “sureeee Edamame~”

> However, this all comes to a head when the CEO discreetly sends out an invitation... to a swing party.

> While Edamura is adamant about not attending, you force him to consider this - an opportunity to seduce the CEO and gain their trust and secrets. They had made suggestive comments and gave you rather unwanted attention and compliments. It’s a gamble that you’re willing to bet on, despite Makoto’s protest about the risk of putting yourself in danger. After a few days of going back and forth, he ultimately surrenders - while personally, he won’t be participating, he does want to keep an eye on you at all times. And perhaps that can be arrange - after all this swing party might be kink friendly, no?

> The night of the party, you and Makoto dress in your finest clothing. However, your attire leaves little room for the imagination, wanting to impress the CEO. Edamura grabbed a drink to ease his nerves - he followed you and the CEO eagerly led you to a more private area (“don’t mind him, he’s really into this sort stuff, you know?”). The Japanese man watched the way their hands went to linger on your hips, pulling you down on the velvet settee. He observed how your hands fidgeted nervously and how your tongue flicked nervously as you reached for the CEO’s crotch, eyes filled with uncertainty.

> There was a tug on his heart - his fist was painfully clenched at the edge of his seat and his pants felt uncomfortably tight. But not from the scene unfolding before him but rather wondering what it would be like to be under your touch, feeling the softness of your lips, the callouses of your hand against his warm skin, and to explore each other—shit, was he actually jealous? Did Makoto have feelings for you? And he was so willing to let this dirtbag have the pleasure of feeling you—

> Instinctually, he leapt out of his seat, grabbing you before you had the chance to unzip the CEO’s pants and dragging you to a private bedroom. Makoto ignored your angry and confused questioning and the nasally laughter of the CEO (“a cuck that’s easily jealous huh”). When he swung the door open and slammed it closed, he silenced your protest with a hasty and needy kiss. You were stunned, let out a muffled noise of surprise as your brain processed what the hell was going on...

> However, rather than fight back and yell about how Edamame just blew the chances of finding out the corrupt CEO’s weakness, you melted into the kiss, allowing him to push you towards the bed. “Geez, if you had just told me sooner, you dumbass.”

Laurent Thierry

> Upon hearing the heist layout, you’re eyeing Laurent with disbelief. You... and him...?

> Of course, you’re going to bombard him with questions! Why couldn’t it be Abbie or Cynthia? Certainly those two would have made better candidates at pretending to be a prestigious married couple with Laurent than you ever could. Hell, even Edmame would probably be better suited for this! However, the Frenchman tells you to fret not - Abbie and Cynthia are busy with other roles. Plus, Laurent wants you to see this as expanding your horizon. You can’t just go about swindles and only play the side characters. This will be a good heist to show your potential lies in greater things, he says.

> “Besides, I will be your husband so I’ll make sure to take good care of you, mon cheri~” he teases, reaching for your hand to kiss, much to your embarrassment. You sigh, reminding yourself this only a mission and both of you have the same goal in mind; eyes on the prize. Besides, it’s not you don’t think you necessarily can’t handle this, it’s more the fact you find yourself attractive to Laurent. Often times, you replay all those teasing moments, the not-so-subtle flirting, and the times he’s nonchalantly kissed your cheeks and hands. However, you don’t want to mingle your love affair with business. Despite his flirtaous nature, the logical part of your brains reminds you that he’s always like this with everyone. He’s nothing more than a business partner.

> Your interactions with the politician your group has targeted seems to be fairing well. Laurent naturally leads the conversation, helping you two weasel into the the politician’s grace and being introduced to their entourage of close associates. However, you’re always being surprised by some of his bold actions. His bigger hand deliberately placed on your thigh during dinners and being placed on the small of your back while guiding you through the elaborate hallways of a palace. He’s even taken the whole charade far by whispering honey-laced words in your ears - to further fool them or to tease you? You honestly can’t tell anymore!

> Eventually, the two of you are invited to a ballroom dance of sort, where allegedly, the politician is suppose to be meeting their backers. Certainly, you can’t miss out on this opportunity - offer to better ratings, make them desperate, gain more money.

> It proves to be successful but you still gotta linger about in the ballroom while Laurent works out the finer details. You try to best to evade conversation, anxiously waiting for your partner’s return until a certain persistent individual attempts to occupy your time. While you attempt to brush them off as curious and lonely individual, they keep asking more and more questions about your fabricated persona that you simply did not have the answers for. You try to stray further and further away from this creep, telling them you have other business to attend to...

> But they’re catching onto your little plot and observing you from afar; it’s a game of predator and prey. Eventually you leave the ballroom entirely but this person is still pursuing you! Eventually you’re pushed into a corner and forced to further entertain this person, who’s inching further and further into your personal space. You want to run, to tell them to fuck off but you’re not quite sure what this person is capable of. They begin to question who you really are, never quite seeing you before. You gulp, your flight response telling you to run and you do. But then run into someone else—

> You go to apologize, only to realize it’s Laurent! Oh thank heavens! But you can hear that nuisance’s loud footsteps approaching and he’s yelling your name. The Frenchman easily finds a solution to your little predicament, quick to pick up on whatever is going on. With ease, he pushes you against the wall and making sure to hide your smaller figure. Before you can question what exactly he is doing, he shuts you up with a fervent kiss... with tongue! His leg press in between yours, hands roaming your sides. Acting promptly, you loosen up and return his advances.

> Even after you hear the footsteps scurry pass, you don’t want to bring yourself to stop this. It’s Laurent who has to disengage and you’re readying yourself for a barrage of playful jabs only to see the man equally flustered but beaming, a smirk dancing on the edge of his lips. “Beautifully done, mon cheri... may I suggest we celebrate our swindle somewhere perhaps more privately?” He presses his knee against your heat and you let out an embarrassing moan. You glimpse up, skepticism in your eyes but his blue orbs soften. For once, Laurent is serious.

> And you can’t help but eagerly nod.

[miyacchis]

音楽劇Great Pretender  | 2021 | Pamphlet

Miyata Toshiya as Edamura Makoto

Interview Translation Below

I’ve been watching Great Pretender since it first aired as an anime series, and I was so intrigued by all of it that I binged the whole series in about two days. It sucks you in, so when I first read the script, I was surprised to see how different aspects of the show would be expressed. Because it’s a series that I already love, I felt that the bar had really been raised, and it was difficult because I knew that I wasn’t creating a new character and needed to ensure that Edamame would be seen as Edamame. I rewatched the anime several times, considering what Edamame was going through and what he might be worried by. But as we’re actually able to have fans come to the theater this time, I’m truly grateful for this opportunity to deliver this show before a live audience. I just can’t help how excited I get when I imagine seeing everyone’s faces and how pleased they’ll be when they see the show. 

I admire Edamame’s strong will that even in unfamiliar places among unfamiliar people he’s determined not to be outdone. At first, I thought that he was someone who had a strong tendency to get carried away, but over time, I understood more and more how he wanted to overcome his past and win against Laurent, which made me want to persevere just like he did. Up to this point, I’ve been in many stage plays produced by Johnny’s, but the amount of experience I have had in theater is lacking. However, I appreciated the producer Kawahara-san’s criticism and encouragement, and it resonated with me when he told me, “Rehearsals may be intense, but Edamura was able to overcome the difficult times he went through, so you do the same.” Surrounded by all of these veteran actors, there were times when I was struck by my own helplessness, but I have a line in the show that inspired me: “You only need one idea to turn the tables. Have more belief in yourself.” 

Miya-san, playing Laurent, is a truly very kind, wonderful person. She’s always communicating her ideas with the rest of the cast, and during rehearsals, she’s lighthearted and fun to be around. I sincerely think she’s so cool for taking on the role of Laurent. 

For me, this is my first experience with musical theater. My first experience with a stage play adapted from an anime. Although I’m approaching this show with all manners of firsts, I’m determined to leave the audience satisfied. I would be happy if people left the theater thinking that they had a good time. 

[rae-arts777]

SHES 10

Summary: Makoto does not appreciate Laurent teaching their daughter Elizabeth how to con people.

Notes: Thanks for the idea ✨ @disparatepeace

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Makoto came home from work. The coffee shop was packed today. Despite being tired, he immediately started to cook dinner.

Elizabeth Edamura-Theirry was in the dinning room doing her homework. She heard her dad cooking. She put her pencil down and rushed over to the kitchen, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Makoto looked down at the little child clinging to him, the brightest smile spreading across his face. His pride and joy, Elizabeth, her brown eyes sparkled brightly up at him, black hair reaching just passed her shoulders. Her light skin slightly red from playing out in the sun too long. Makoto smiled wider thinking of the day they brought her home. He remembers when she was just a baby. Wishing to relive the days where he would stay home with his princess.

“Hi there princess” Makoto wiped his hands and kneeled down to her. “Miss me?”

Elizabeth smiled and giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck “yes I missed you dad!”

Makoto hugged back kissing her head “did you finish your homework?”

“Not yet, I still have lots to do”

That was odd, she should be almost finished by now, Laurent was supposed to be helping her

“Did papa not help you?” Makoto asked

“He did, but then we took a break for a mini lesson!”

“A mini lesson?”

“Yeah! Papa said I would need it when I’m older, and that its good for me to learn at a young age!” She explained

Makoto felt a headache of annoyance forming “and what exactly did papa teach you?”

Elizabeth looked at her dad and giggled “sorry I can’t tell, papa said “daddy can’t know” “

“Elizabeth. Princess.” Makoto voice went stern “I was going to let you have ice cream for dessert tonight..but only honest girls get ice cream.”

Elizabeth’s face scrunched up whining “no wait, I want ice cream!”

“Then tell dad what papa taught you.”

Elizabeth fidgeted, but ice cream, ice cream! “Ok! Papa taught me how to do a switch!”

“A switch?”

“Yeah! Like switching wallets, keys, a hard drive, and like slipping pens and pins into a person’s bag or pocket! Papa said I was a natural!”

Makoto’s teeth grid “Elizabeth. Where’s your papa?”

“He’s in the office room! Aunt Cythina called so he’s talking to her”

Makoto patted his daughter’s head “go finish your homework ok? Dinner will be ready in a hour or so. Also! You get two scoops of vanilla ice cream tonight. Maybe three if you can do your math homework all on your own.”

Elizabeth happily went back to the living room to continue her homework.

Makoto grabbed his house slipper and walked to the office. He could hear Laurent through the door.

“She’s a natural! Of course though, she in my daughter.”

Makoto slammed the door open, Laurent jumped and turned to see his husband extremely angry, holding a shoe in his hand.

“Laurent.” Makoto’s voice growled “our daughter just told me you taught her how to “switch.” “

Laurent gulped nervously “oh..well..you know kids! Such imaginations!”

“Nice save blondie” Cythina said through the phone. “I’m going to go! Makoto make sure to aim for his face!” She hung up.

Makoto growled slowly walking towards his “lovely” husband.

Laurent quickly for up trying to explain himself “my love! Soybean! Love of my life! My sweet prince! My soulmate! Let’s not be so hasty!”

“What have I told you?! Don’t be teaching her that shit!!! We are passed that!”

“But shes such a natural! Soon before you know it, our baby is going to be planning her first con!”

“LAURENT!! SHES 10!!”

“It’s always great to start learning at a young age!” Laurent dodge the shoe that came flying at him “ha!! You missed you!!” Another shoe surprised him, smacking his face.

Laurent made a run for it, as his angry soybean husband screamed at him in Japanese. He couldn’t help but laugh at how cute Makoto looked, which made Makoto even madder.

Elizabeth looked up from her homework and watched her fathers run around the house, her dad chasing her papa angry for some reason. She saw them dart into the bedroom and heard some crashing. Slowly she got up and peeked into their bedroom.

Her dad on top of her papa, shaking his collar yelling, her papa both laughing and seeming to fear his life.

“Hey dad?” Elizabeth asked.

Both of them turned their heads to her

“Am I still getting ice cream for dessert?”

“Of course princess” Makoto’s voice quickly shift to soft and sweet. “Now go finish your homework, dada and father are having a talk”

“Ok!” Elizabeth turned around

“Princess!” Laurent called out “save papa please!!”

“Princess!” Makoto called out “5 scoops if you go do your homework now.”

Elizabeth nodded happily “sorry papa, but dada offered ice cream” she went back to her homework.

Laurent whined “my love have mercy”

Makoto growled and pushed him back on the ground “you are so lucky I’m feeling nice today”

Laurent sighed happily in relief.

“Laurent”

“Yes?”

“No more teaching her such things.”

“Ok fine”

“You promise?”

“I promise”

Makoto sighed and gave his blonde husband a soft peck “thank you”

Laurent nodded and rested his hands on Makoto’s waist smiling “but she needs to the know the basics if she’s becomes a confidence women! She is our daughter!”

Laurent caught Makoto’s hands before he could hit him again, laughing

“LAURNET!”

“I love you too!!”

[illjustpretend]

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