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[pearlsephoni]

Shinkane Week 2022, Day 3: Humility

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: G

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Pairing: Shinkane (Kogami/Akane)

Characters: Akane Tsunemori, Shinya Kogami

Word Count: 1,282

Summary: After years of knowing each other, there are still some hidden talents left to be revealed.

A/N: Written for @shinkaneweek! Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

“Wow, I’m hungry.”

Kogami looked down at her with a small grin and a bemused wrinkle to his eye. “I would hope so, if we’re getting lunch.”

“I know, but it just hit me extra strong.” As though on cue, Akane’s stomach grumbled, bringing a flush to her cheeks and a broader smile to his lips.

“And what are you craving today, Inspector?”

“Don’t call me that.” The response was instinctive more than anything at that point—he’d never stop using the title, even if its meaning had gone from overly-strict observance of work ranking, to a fond tease. “Isn’t it your turn to choose?”

“Mm…a new place just opened with crepes. It’s over by the park.” His smile warmed at her wide, interested eyes. “Shall we?”

Curse him and his knowledge of her sweet tooth. Despite knowing he suggested it because it was something she’d be interested in, Akane couldn’t resist the chance to try some crepes. She could only muster narrowed eyes of suspicion at his mischievous smile and let him lead the way.

The food stalls at the edge of the park were their favorite places to get lunch when the weather was nice enough. With how rarely they could get lunch together, they still hadn’t been able to try all of the new stalls.

But Kogami walked past the ones they’d been wanting to try, including the Thai stall he’d been eyeing for a while, only stopping in front of the crepe stall. The warm scent of chocolate and strawberries made Akane’s mouth water, even as she eyed Kogami doubtfully. “Shinya, are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” He met her skeptical gaze with an easy grin, until she sighed in defeat.

“Alright. But I’m paying.”

“Akane—”

“My treat!” She pulled up her card on her comm before he could stop her. “What do you want?”

With that, she shooed him off to wait for her at their favorite bench while she ordered his savory crepe and her sweet strawberry crepe. The delicious scent of batter being spread over the pan and the fillings being warmed in the freshly-cooked dough made an excited smile spread over her face as she waited in line, and it ended up coaxing a matching smile from the worker taking her order.

By the time she accepted the finished crepes and made her back to Kogami, her mouth was watering, eager and ready for the sweet treat she held.

Then she saw Kogami, and she stumbled to a stop.

She’d been expecting to see him lost in thought, or checking a message, or even just watching her at the food truck.

But he was doing none of those things. His attention was entirely focused on a ginger cat rubbing itself on his leg.

Stray animals were rare in the city, especially outside of the Sibyl black zones. Any that were spotted were usually reported and caught to be put into a rescue. Kogami clearly wasn’t planning on doing anything of the sort. He was perfectly happy offering up his fingers for the cat to sniff and direct under its chin.

“Hey, little one,” Akane could just hear him murmur, “where’d you come from?” The cat let out a croaky meow, before going back to rubbing its cheeks against Kogami’s fingers. Akane couldn’t hear any other sounds from the cat, but Kogami quietly commented, “Oh, someone’s happy. Someone’s purry, hm?”

Shinya Kogami, former Inspector and Enforcer, pursued guerilla warrior, now part of Hanashiro’s most carefully-selected crew of detectives and officers…was baby-talking to a cat. The happiest cat Akane had ever seen, at that.

The cat meowed and sniffed at the air, before sniffing at Kogami’s fingers and giving them a delicate lick. “Hm? Do you smell something? I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you. Not yet, anyway…” With that, he finally looked up and saw Akane, standing stock still with his crepe carefully balanced in one hand and her crepe held over her delighted expression. “…Oh.”

He began pulling his fingers back, only pausing when Akane burst out, “Oh, please don’t stop! Please, Shinya, this is the best thing I’ve seen in weeks!”

His brows furrowed as a small smile tugged at his lips. “You can understand why that’s not appealing to me.”

“You don’t want me happy?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Akane shot him a playful grin before focusing on the cat, who looked distinctly perturbed to have its time with Kogami interrupted. “It’s okay,” she cooed, slowly approaching and holding Kogami’s crepe out for him to take. “I’m friendly, I promise.”

The cat still tensed up with every step she took, only starting to relax when she knelt close to the ground and held out her newly-free hand. It was much less willing to approach her, and she had a feeling it eventually did just because of the smell of Kogami’s chicken crepe still on her fingertips.

“Hey!” she laughed when it nipped at her. “How come you bit me and not Ko?”

“My charm must be irresistible.” His faux-cocky grin faltered under the blithe smile she shot him.

“Must be…though I’m not sure it was your ‘charm’ that got me.”

Those stormy gray eyes, usually so sharp and knowing, seemed almost bashful in the way they skittered away from hers to look at the cat. “Is that so?”

“Mm…it was more your intelligence…your stubbornness…your unshaking focus…”

His ears were turning pinker and pinker with every word she said and every inch she closed between them, until she was sitting next to him on the bench and his ears looked like they could catch on fire. “…Akane.”

“Hm?” She smiled sweetly when he finally met her eyes.

“Eat your crepe. It’s going to get cold.”

She giggled before obeying him, watching fondly as he picked out a small piece of chicken and dropped it to the ground for the cat to leap on. “I didn’t know you were so good with animals.”

“Neither did I,” he chuckled, an ever-so-soft curve to his lips as he watched the cat eat. “At least, not with cats. And Dime took a while to warm up to me.”

“I’m sure that was thanks to Gino-san’s influence more than anything.”

“Awfully rude to say about your superior.” Even if she didn’t already know him so well, the glint in his eye would have told her he was joking.

“Not rude,” she sniffed, “just honest.”

With a scoff, Kogami focused back on the cat, this time balancing a piece of chicken on his fingertips. Sure enough, the ginger critter approached and delicately ate the chicken without a moment’s hesitation. “I think this little guy is just friendly and hungry.”

“Humility’s a strange look on you, Kogami-san.”

He gazed sidelong at her. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were calling me arrogant.”

“But you do know better.”

“I’m still struggling to figure out what you do mean.”

“I mean,” she laughed, taking a chance on their secluded bench and leaning in to rest her chin on his shoulder, “you’re usually more self-assured than this.”

“I think I can be forgiven for being less sure about cats.”

“Well…it’s still sweet.”

“Sweet?” Akane’s chin slid of his shoulder when he leaned away just enough to look at her. “That’s a new one.”

“A bad one?”

“From anyone else, maybe.”

“Really?”

“Mm…I have an image to maintain.”

Oh, that smile. After all this time, it was still rare enough and gentle enough to make her heart squeeze. Who could possibly resist stealing a kiss from those sweet lips? She never could, and she wasn’t going to start now…even with indignant meows piercing through their peaceful veil of solitude.

[cinyemina]

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his duties {ginoza.}

content warning: depictions of mental health struggles (PTSD, nightmares, hinted dissociation, anxiety) and the use of mental health medication. Psycho-pass special spoilers and end of S1 spoilers. Implied smut, but not graphically described.  kindly beta-read by @mac-n-cheese-n-cabbages !! thank you bby!

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On his to-do list, he must:

1. Get ready for work and set you up for a good day. 

He knows what he’s doing is wrong. As an Enforcer – a hunting dog – he already walks a very tight rope in Japanese society. Once he is no longer needed, he’d be quickly discarded. 

And where would that leave you?

You didn’t exactly – or would – have the capacity to become an Enforcer. 

He’s selfish, he thinks, yet he can’t stop himself from doing this. He’s lost everyone else before. His father, gone; his mother at a therapeutic facility with Eustress Deficiency. He can’t lose you, too. It all comes from a good place – you and him both acknowledge that – but the perhaps irrational, baseless thought of this coming from a place of greed gnaws at him. 

Every morning is the same. The morning sunshine highlighted the room in pinks and yellows. The day was starting again, and you’d be up soon. Even for a city as bustling as Tokyo, it had its quiet, golden moments like this. He’s quick to slam his hand over the near shrieking alarm clock. Not only out of annoyance – and it was annoying – but also because you could have been sleeping. 

He notes he hasn’t woken up beside you this morning. This normally meant you went to sleep on the couch in the living area. 

And that normally meant nightmares had plagued your sleep. 

He peels away the bedsheets, and quickly patters out to you in his bare feet (and stopping for a moment to give Dime an affectionate rub.) The frantic footsteps stop though; he doesn't intend to alarm you in case you are trying to catch up on sleep. 

He spies you sitting up on the couch with a leg propped up, chin resting on your knee as you fidget. He sighs, taking in your distant and disconnected expression. 

He knows you probably need more professional help than what he can offer, but he also knows that that means you being taken away from him and being detained for god knows how long until your mental state improves. 

That’s where the worry of him being selfish comes from. He loves you, he needs you – you are his lifeline. But is he depriving you of better help, or would he be sentencing you to an even crueller fate? 

He just wants you better, any husband would. But he doesn't know if he is making the right choice… 

Sibyl could be wrong, just this once. 

You also couldn’t bear the idea of being separated from Ginoza.

He walks up to you and your pupils dilate, taking in the site of your husband. 

He leans down and kisses your forehead, your temple, and finally, on the lips. “Good morning, sweetheart. You okay?” 

He already knows the answer though. The memories of that fateful night and the nightmares from thereafter flood your mind once again, and you cling to him, breaking down in tears. 

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” He held you tighter, rubbing your back and coaxing you to take deep breaths. “I’m here. You’ll get through this, you always do.”

Next, he must:

2. Eat breakfast. Make sure you’re stable enough for him to leave the house for an extended period of time. 

Breakfast was always your job between the two of you. Ginoza was a very competent cook, but he always said your breakfasts were better than his. You considered eggs, bacon and coffee, but Ginoza works long days as an Enforcer. In your days as an Inspector, you used to prefer a healthy, nourishing breakfast over a quick, convenient one.

You owe Ginoza that much, considering how much he does for you. 

By the time you’re making breakfast, you’ve been injected with your necessary medication. Sometimes this involves taking anti-anxiolytics and some other form of hue medication. Sometimes you just needed to be held. Just months ago, you didn’t need this medication to make it through the morning. 

With your ever-fluctuating Psycho Pass – and often into high enough levels that a Dominator would shoot at – you’re more or less house-bound. Now, you live with Ginoza in one of the dorms. 

All thanks to that one mission.

On that one fateful mission, you died that night. 

Or at least in the eyes of Sibyl, you did. 

301. That was what your crime coefficient skyrocketed to in that building, before the bomb detonated and came crashing down. 301 was grounds for elimination. 

Officially registered as dead by the reports. You weren’t anyone anymore. You weren’t even alive. 

Or, at least in the eyes of Sibyl, you weren’t. 

Ginoza was extremely wary of doing hue checks, if doing any at all. That would let Sibyl know you were alive and avoiding rehabilitation. But it was quite obvious your hue wouldn’t be sky-blue, and it wasn’t going to be for the foreseeable future. There was no point in scanning you. 

He was your lifeline, and you’d hate to think of a life without him in it. He was your guiding light, and he was determined to get you the help you needed one way or another, to restore you to full health. 

Attached to each other like shadows, you would never give up so you choose to find solace in his strength, and he would go to the ends of the Earth if it meant giving you back your peace of mind. 

3. Say goodbye before work. 

He never leaves work without giving you another kiss on the lips. He assures you he’ll be back by six in the evening and that you just had to hold tight until then. The day drags on, whether there is a case or not. 

He hates being away from you, not knowing how your condition is. But he does keep his phone at his side in case you text, and if he needs to head back. As an Enforcer and living within the building he also works at, he is never too far away from you. 

By midday, he texts to ask if you have exercised . He knows not to force it, but he has encouraged you to keep moving your body. He asks if you’ve eaten. 

Yes, sweetheart :) I made an omelette and side salad, you text him. 

He smiles contently. 

Proud of you, my love. Six hours, I’ll be home soon. 

He sends another text, itching to know. 

Are you feeling better than this morning? 

He chews at his bottom lip in wait. Currently he’s at a local café, thinking of swinging home to drop  something off for you. 

His smile falls when he reads your reply. 

I’ll be fine. 

So, you’re not fine now… is that what you’re saying? He blinks rapidly and swallows thickly. Six hours, he can’t clock out now. 

I’ll be home before you know it. Sit tight and  rest. Take a nap if you need to, or your medication if you feel you need it. 

4. Begin casework assigned by the leading Inspector and finish assigned tasks.

During this time, he dons his serious expression. The ex-Inspector side comes out to play, and he is seen as reliable, pragmatic and is able to take on anything. 

But he keeps his phone in his pocket, his hand clutched around it. Almost as if he is waiting for it to vibrate in his grasp. 

But as the case gets more intense, he is unable to check his phone as much. Time ticks by, hours rolling ahead and it’s nearly the evening. 

Four missed phone calls from you, several messages from you saying you needed him home as soon as possible. 

Ginoza has fallen into the habit of holding his breath before walking into the shared space again. What way would he find you? Would you have made dinner? Could you be resting? 

Or worse, could you be thrashing about in mental anguish, pleading for it all to end and for you to be put out of your misery? 

These are all plausible outcomes. 

Regardless of how he may find you, he’ll take you in his arms and pour his adoration for you into his kisses. He is in awe of your strength of making it through each day, regardless of what it throws at you. 

There was no greater act of cowardice than detonating a bomb; the criminal was long gone by the time the MWPSB swarmed the remains of the building (mostly debris, if you were to be honest.) Being caught underneath the dusty, suffocating rubble, and when you saw nothing but red – red with the blood of your late colleagues – with the fall of the building, it was no wonder your hue got so cloudy. 

You were caught up in the explosion. With arms outstretched, you tried pulling your Enforcers to safety. You saw your friends try to shield their heads. Your lungs were straining from the excess inhalation of all the dust. One of your enforcers had been right ahead of you and had managed to locate a safe – in relation to the situation – way out, but when you tried to move, you noticed your leg was caught underneath a steel beam. Friend or foe, he was still your Enforcer. You ordered him out of the building while anxiously trying to remove the steel that prevented you from moving amidst the crumbling.

The safe passage caved in, leaving you trapped in an vortex of raging heat and smouldering bricks. Fear was a beast that robbed you of your rationale, but it also left you pumped with adrenaline. You had pushed the beam off and began to move. 

You heard the sound of your name tearing through the confines of the building. 

Ginoza. 

You had to get out, push your way out. Time slowed and when it stopped, you knew you were out of time. The ceiling caved in on top of you and your scream to your husband was snuffed out like a candle’s flame. 

He found you on the sofa in your living space. 

You stirred and twitched violently in your sleep, crying out and nearly shrieking. 

He runs towards you and pulls you up. 

“[F/n], [F/n], come now. Shh… you’re safe, you’re at home.”

He holds you in his arms and sinks to the floor with you in a heap. He holds you tight and tells you that the nightmare is over. You’re not in the building anymore. You’re not suffocating beneath the rubble. He dispels all the cruel tricks your mind is playing on you and holds you in his arms as you mourn for your sanity and weep for what has been. 

“It’s me, your husband. Ginoza. Hey, hey… come on now… you got this.”

You claw at his shirt as you sniffle and groan.  

Your body has left the crumbled building but your mind is still trapped there, caught in a vortex-like limbo of reality and unreality; of nightmares and normality.

On nights like these, you need more hue-stabilising medication.

When you come to, you grovel and beg for his forgiveness. You sob, wishing you could be a better – a “more normal” – wife. You want to be able to greet him with a home-cooked meal in the evening, with laundry done and perhaps a movie ready to go in the background. That’s what normal couples do, right? You sometimes speak to Shion and Yayoi (through encrypted channels) and you hear of what they do for each other.

You can’t promise that to Gino anymore. 

He is quick to shush you with a kiss. “There’s nothing to forgive. This was never your fault to begin with.”

On nights like these, though he keeps it well hidden, Ginoza sinks into the depths of anger – albeit momentarily – and wants revenge on that suicide bomber who stole a part of you with him. 

In times like these, he’s able to forget about the guilt he feels about depriving you of rehabilitation. 

////

Nearly every night, you ask Ginoza to come shower with you. Being attached to him at the hip is grounding. He holds you in his arms like you are made of fine china and the most precious thing in the world.

Simply because you are. 

Your mind and mental state was fractured over that incident and you were left to pick up the pieces, with your husband by your side. 

All you have is intense anxiety and traumatic memories that could leave you rooted in fear. Logically speaking, this was to be expected and is a natural reaction to what happened. But in Sibyl’s eyes, as long as you weren’t conforming to society’s standards of being sound of mind, you were too different and too much of a threat to be ‘let loose’ in public. Your anxiety could – and probably already – has sprouted negative feelings in other people. 

Ginoza doesn’t let you know that his hue has darkened in recent months since the incident. It’s through no fault of your own – he undertook all this upon becoming your husband – but it’s something he’ll take with him to the grave. 

But he’d let his hue get coloured black if it meant you getting better. 

On the nights you’re able and willing, he takes you to bed with him. Passionate kisses, titillating sighs and pleasured moans. Limbs becoming entangled with each other. His name slips from your tongue like a prayer. 

He pulls you close to him after all is said and done and whispers sweet nothings. He tells you he loves you and he’ll love you in any state you present yourself to him. He tells you everything you need to hear and means it all. It’s always genuine. 

When you fall asleep in his arms, he can breathe easy knowing you made it through the day. 

He falls asleep dreaming of you, the bomber he’s been researching and lastly, of a life where you can return to society. 

Once again:

Get ready for work and set you up for a good day. 

He’s quick to slam his hand over the near shrieking alarm clock. Not only out of annoyance – and it was annoying – but also because you could have been sleeping. 

And the day starts again…

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[thefoxtherapist]

Kagari's kisses were always messy. He kissed like no tomorrow, though maybe in his opinion, there wasn't. Tongue and teeth, kisses interrupted by breathless laughter. He could romanticize this more than anything else in his life. A reckless lover, his kisses mirrored that.

It wasn't that Ginoza didn't like kissing you, it was that the man was rather reserved about it. Like he had a limited amount of kisses. It took a lot of reassurance that that wasn't the case for him to become more free about the kisses he granted you. You quickly found the man loved his kisses. Only in private, of course.

Akane was always in a rush, a busy person through and through. But she always made time to kiss you goodbye or kiss you hello. Like a daily ritual, she couldn't start or finish her day without a kiss from her beloved. Of course, if you were to point that out, her cheeks would quickly flush as she tried to wave it off.

One might accuse Kogami of being a rough kisser. And sometimes they'd be right, okay, most of the time. For Kogami, relationships were dangerous. So he does what he can, opting to pretend that it doesn't mean as much to him as it does. Despite this, the way he grips his lover's face whilst kissing is nothing short of romantic.

You almost expected Makishima's lips to be cold when he kissed you. But they weren't, rather, he was quite warm. Still, his kisses were all devouring. A leading man through and through, his lips against yours was no different a situation.

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Some characters I love:

JJK- Noritoshi Kamo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Toge Inumaki, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna

Blue Lock- Rensuke Kunigami, Jingo Raichi, Reo Mikage, Ikki Niko, Okuhito Iemon, Tsurugi Zantetsu, Rin Itoshi, Hiiragi Reiji

Fire Force- Vulcan Joseph, Karim Flam

Bungo Stray Dogs- Doppo Kunikida, Ango Sakaguchi, Oda Sakunosuke, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Mushitarō Oguri

Kaiju no. 8 - Leno Ichikawa, Soshiro Hoshina

Psycho Pass- Nobuchika Ginoza, Shinya Kogami

Tokyo Revengers- Takashi Mitsuya, Shuji Hanma, Chifuyu Matsuno

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Atsushi (BSD)

Maki (JJK)

Ango (BSD)

Oda (BSD)

Younger Geto (JJK)

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Just posted the beginning of the SEQUEL to my fanfic "Ending the Omnipotence Paradox" over on Ao3!

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Ghost Story

Shinya Kogami x gn!Reader

TW: angst, psychological distress, Kogami throws a bottle close to your face.

“Stop coming”

Those words rang in your ears. Echoing inside your head as you try to grasp the meaning behind them. Kogami, your long time boyfriend, would never tell you to leave.

“I’m sorry. Do you wanna repeat that?” You stuttered taking a step towards the man.

“Y/N don’t make this difficult-“ he started

Scoffing, you threw your hands in the air, “Of course I make everything difficult. Just because you don’t want to put me in “danger.” I’m not a child Shinya, I can handle myself.”

Kogami was growing frustrated with each second you continued to argue. You could tell this is not what he truly wanted, but he was stubborn. He always got what he wanted wether you liked it or not. Taking a swig of water, he tosses the bottle away and turns toward the wall. Kogami has been obsessing over Makishima Shougo ever since he lost his partner months ago. He claims that he’s the reason behind everything.

You believe him to an extent. You believe that Makishima has something to do with the death of his partner and the reason Kogami is now an enforcer. However, you don’t believe he is as smart as Kogami says. No man can turn themselves into a ghost story.

“Shinya, you need to stop. Don’t you see you’re obsessing over nothing? This person may not even be involved.”

A glass bottle flew past your head, crashing against the wall behind you. As you stood there wide eyed, Kogami was heaving with anger. Never before had he ever done anything like this. The Kogami you knew and fell in love with never made any sign of aggression towards you. This was the first time he even yelled at you. Guilt began building up inside of you.

You knew how much Kogami had suffered since he had been released from the rehabilitation center. You knew how his pride hurt after being reduced to Sybil’s hunting dog; how his once friend, now sees him as nothing more than a tool. All because he can’t handle the emotions of loosing someone.

“Leave.”

Taking a step forward, you tried to reach for him, hoping he would allow you to comfort him. How could you be so stupid to let your pride come before his feelings?

“Shinya I-“

“I SAID LEAVE” he yelled angrily slamming his fist on his desk.

You lowered your hand and stood there for a moment considering your options. Knowing there was nothing more you could do, you walked out of Kogami’s room without looking back. Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes, but you wouldn’t cry here. Not out in the open where someone could see you. As you were walking towards the elevator, a door opened revealing Masaoka. He called out to you and begged you to stop, but you couldn’t. You could never come back here again.

-Present Day

It had been days since that fight. Days? Maybe it was months ago? Longer? You don’t know anymore. The concept of time has been lost. Ever since you broke the simulation and realized your four walls were nothing but a lie. The starch white walls littered with scratches were all you knew. Who caused them? Was it you? Why can’t you think straight?

Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. THINK!

-The Past

There was an incident in the building you work in. Apparently some psycho tried to assault one of your coworkers. Thankfully you went out to eat for your lunch break with a couple of your friends. Arriving back at the building, you noticed MWPSB vans littered around the area. Something tugged at your heart as you felt yourself walking towards a familiar figure. The spiky black hair that never seemed to be controlled no matter how much product was applied. A line of smoke trails in front of the figure.

All the signs led to Kogami.

Walking up to the figure, you were inches away from grasping onto his jacket, when he turned around to face you. The cigarette fell out of his mouth as he stared at you. There was no emotion behind his eyes and nothing showed on his face. The line of work Kogami is involved with he had to perfect his poker face. Nothing was said between the two of you. Words failed you in this moment.

You begged your brain to form a sentence, to say anything to break the silence, but nothing came. His steel eyes bore into your soul. He wasn’t pleased you were actually in front of him. After the argument the two of you had, he was perfectly content with never seeing you again. When the call came through that there was a potential crime happening in your building, he prayed you weren’t involved. Seeing you in front of him now, he was able to breathe easily, he just couldn’t let you see it.

“Enforcer Kogami, line up.” A man with green hair spoke.

That must be Ginoza. You’ve met him a few times back when Kogami was an Inspector. Kogami kept eye contact with you for a while before turning away. He handed his dominator to the inspector and walked into the back of the loading van. He looked at you one last time before the doors closed. Your heart breaking more and more the further the van traveled.

A shorter lady with brown hair brushed passed you. Something about her felt strangely familiar. Quickly reaching out, you grabbed her sleeve, causing her to stop. Turning around to meet you face to face, you noticed her brown eyes held a variety of emotions.

“You must be Inspector Tsunemori?” You asked.

Akane nodded and began to speak but you cut her off. Smiling so wide your eyes closed to give off a soothing grin.

“Watch out for Kogami for me?”

-Present Day

The creak of the hinges on the old door startled you. He had come to visit you once again. His white hair flowed as he effortlessly entered the decrepit room. With a voice like honey, you had once trusted him. The villain sang the song of the Pied Piper, and like a fool you followed. Kneeling down, the man swept some of your hair out of your face, forcing you to look at him. His golden eyes held so much promise, but there was nothing there for you. You were simply a pawn in his glorious game of chess. You hated to admit it but Kogami was right.

The ghost story was true, and now you’re in it.

[pearlsephoni]

Shinkane Week 2022, Day 1: Charity

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Psycho-pass

Pairing: Shinkane (Kogami/Akane)

Characters: Akane Tsunemori, Shinya Kogami

Word Count: 1,162

Summary: Kogami reminds Akane that ageing is catching up with her, and helps her mitigate one of its effects on her body.

A/N: Man, I’ve missed these two. :’) Thank you to the mods of @shinkaneweek for bringing it back this year! Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

She’d always been fascinated by his hands.

It was a curiosity that she knew confused him, but one he humored nonetheless. Even when she was prying one away from its exploration of her waist and stomach.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Even after all this time, a tremble still ran through her body when he spoke directly at her ear. She could feel his smile against the curve of her neck, a cheeky contrast to the soothing fingers skating along her arm.

“I’m not sure they’re worth even that much,��� she hummed, leaning back into him. She wondered if he could feel her leaping heartbeat between her shoulder blades as she brought his hand in front of her, spreading it wide.

What stories could these hands tell, she wondered. She had seen them wield Dominators, pistols, rifles. She had seen them sink knives into flesh and carve bruises into cheeks. They were the hands of a warrior, that much was clear. Scars were dusted across them, everything from almost-invisible pale dots to lines of raised, badly-healed skin.

They were the hands of a caregiver, too. They could dress wounds and support limping survivors. They could cradle children and guide elders. They could brush hair from eyes and rub dirt from cheeks.

But more than anything, they were the hands of a lover. They knew how to cook her favorite meal and prepare her favorite coffee. In public, they brushed at her waist and tapped at her shoulder, stealing touches until they could hide from the world again.

And when they hid, oh, when they hid…those hands could be hasty, nearly tearing her clothes in their urgency, or they could be slow, deliberate, teasing her with every scrap of fabric they peeled away. They found new ways to explore familiar paths across her skin, knew every inch of her body and how to touch, caress, rub, pinch.

Even now, when they were fit together on the couch, him reading a book while she frowned at some comms, she found herself melting into the patterns being drawn down her waist, hip, thigh, under the guise of absentminded tracing, but with the clear intent to tantalize.

At least, until she caught the tracing hand and began tracing her own paths between the scars and lines adorning it. “Your hands are so big,” she commented absently, fitting her hand against his. Her fingertips could barely hit the creases of his fingers’ first knuckles, thanks to how his palm dwarfed hers.

“Are they big,” Kogami asked, curving his fingers over hers, “or are yours just small?”

Akane just hummed at that, choosing to focus instead on the slide of their hands against each other. His slid down hers until his thumb could smooth along her palm, the rest of his fingers almost completing a circle around her wrist. She sighed as he sank into a tense muscle and rubbed it loose. “Still taking notes by hand?”

She should’ve been used to that, the casual way he put together the puzzle of her life that he didn’t see from a few innocuous pieces. But no, she still flushed from pleased surprise when he caught something so small. “Not in meetings…it’s just easier to puzzle out evidence when I can write connections out.”

“Can’t imagine where you learned something like that.”

The sound of him setting aside his book was almost hidden by her soft laughter. Almost, but not quite. “Done reading?”

“Mm.” He carefully, gently took her hand in both of his, spreading it wide and making it relax with broad arcs of his thumbs across her palm.

“You don’t have to—oh.” She felt his soft huff against her ear, but he didn’t say anything else, just focused on her impromptu massage.

That was another thing he continued to surprise her with: his random mix of skills that he’d picked up over the years, especially when he was abroad and on the run. Most of them were skills that she was glad to not witness, but this…this was lovely, making her melt against him with a content sigh.

She didn’t realize how close she was to fully nodding off until she was quickly blinking awake at his quiet murmur, “Your wrists are way too tight.”

“Are you really surprised?” she sighed, relaxing again. “You remember how long those case reports would take.”

“Can’t you at least take a few minutes to stretch?”

“Don’t worry, old man.” She flashed him a cheeky grin over her shoulder. “I’m still young and spry, I can handle it.”

“Uh-huh. Your wrists say otherwise.” He gave her wrist a slow turn that made her wince slightly. “See?”

“Well…at least I have you.”

“Mm-hm.” He went back to work, carefully rubbing and stretching the tension out of her hand and wrist, then moving along her forearm. By the time he was done, her arm felt limp and wonderful, relaxed in a way she’d forgotten any part of her body could be. When he reached for her other hand, she was already holding it up, ready and waiting for him. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he playfully grouched, even as he took her hand and started working at it, “I thought you were so young and spry, you didn’t need this.”

“Sometimes it’s good to listen to your elders.” Before he could retaliate with a nip or a poke at her waist, Akane craned her neck back to brush a kiss to his jaw. “Thank you,” she murmured as she pulled away, “You really didn’t have to do this.”

“I know. I wanted to.” The feeling of his lips pressing to her temple melted into the loosening of her muscles and tendons, creating a soothing thrum that ran through her body and made her relax fully into the sturdy strength at her back.

She wasn’t aware of falling asleep. One moment, she was letting her eyes flutter close to better focus on the massage, and the next, she was blinking awake to a dimmer living room and her arms carefully tucked over her body.

She began to slowly sit up, only to feel warm arms wrapped around her and someone heaving a deep sigh beneath her. Sure enough, when she carefully turned, she was treated to the sight of Kogami sleeping, a small furrow settling between his brows. It wasn’t difficult to guess what was causing the furrow: she finished turning around and nestled back into his chest, letting his arms tighten around her again. Just like that, the furrow disappeared, smoothing his face into a picture of peaceful exhaustion.

Would she ever stop feeling breathless from luck at getting to have these moments with him? It didn’t seem likely at this point. But for all the disbelief she still felt, she tried not to question the joys in her life. She just tucked her ear over his heart and let herself drift back to sleep to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

[rose-tinted-vision]

Hear me out:

Blue Lock Psycho Pass AU

I don't think I've seen anyone mention this before?

If you don't know what Psycho Pass is: there's a review about it that i quite like

[as usual, spoilers ahead]

Let's start off with Kougami and Ginoza: when Kougami's hue deteriorated to the point where he could no longer be an Inspector, I feel as if Ginoza half blames himself, and half blames Kougami for essentially abandoning him (like Masaoka did).

and who in Blue Lock has abandonment issues...? (yes, a certain grape and his bff who's also his treasure but I'm trying! to make this non-shippy...sort of)

so if Reo and Nagi are Ginoza and Kougami respectively,

Isagi would be Makishima (the antagonist in Psycho Pass).

Look, I just find it interesting how both Reo and Ginoza (who are my favourite characters) have self-worth issues and both their partner/best friend left them to chase after someone else who's superior to them in some way. so.

And I've been reading some posts theorising about what if Isagi is the actual villain of Blue Lock...so Makishima!Isagi was born.

Also, if we want to keep up the theme of 'Isagi is really smart, what an all-seeing prodigy', he fits the role of Makishima, who is always ten steps ahead of his targets/pawns and is an anomaly by birth.

As for the Enforcers...Bachira, of course, probably Shidou just for kicks, and Chigiri gives me Yayoi vibes...

But wait! then who's Akane (the protagonist of Psycho Pass)? This is where it starts to get a little crack-y. I think Kunigami would unironically be a good fit as Akane, since he was all about being a hero and stuff.

A young fresh Kunigami who thinks the world is upright and Sybil's word is law, who then joins the MWPSB and becomes disillusioned.

(Also, imagine him questioning the other Enforcers like "why is Isagi (the antagonist here) so obsessed with Bachira-san?" and the rest of them just snickering and not telling him shit).

So the main unit would probably be:

Inspectors- Reo and Kunigami

Enforcers- Bachira, Chigiri, Shidou, Nagi

Rin (and Sae?) would probably be the other Inspectors with another unit

I'm also trying to sneakily fit Hiroi into this au somehow bc I really love the guy, he's so wholesome-determined-ordinary guy.

[pech2]

April flowers! (Newest chapter was scheduled for April).

[simpforchuchu]

Hello! Can I request something for Kogami of psycho pass? Angst to fluff, his s/o got injured and he got angry and worried about them. Him being more protective after that! Thank you so much 😊

Kogami x reader who got injured

A/n: Im really happy about PP requests xjdjjx Thank you and hope you like it 🥰

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings:injury

"Y/n, you're going with Sugo. I'll go this way with Gino." Sugo and y/n nodded indicating that they understood. While Ko and Gino went the other way, y/n went in the opposite direction with Sugo. It was a dark and narrow tunnel. They were hearing from each other by radio.

And a gunshot was heard. Before he knew what it was, y/n collapsed to the ground. The sound of the gun echoed throughout the building.

"Y/n! Sugo! What's going on there?" With Kogami's shout, Sugo's voice was heard over the radio

"Y/n is hurt Ko! I repeat, y/n is hurt!"

When Kogami and Gino heard over the radio, they started to run in the direction they came from. When they entered the tunnel, Sugo was pressing on y/n's wound with his hand. Kogami bent down in fear and took y/n's hand.

"Hey..." Y/n tried to smile but couldn't. He looked at Kogami holding his hand and whispered. "Ko... I... don't want to die..."

Kogami opened his eyes wide with what he heard.he smiled and held y/n's hand tighter.

"Hey you're not going to die, stop the bullshit. Y/n can you hear me? Hey don't close your eyes! Y/n!"

...

"Ko... please... I'm fine. Now get some rest." Kogami smiled and patted the young woman's head. "before you leave the hospital - even when you do,I'll take good care of you. So don't think about it now. Get some sleep." Y/n laughed "All I do is sleep anyway. Let's go outside for a bit, please."

Kogamis face suddenly turned serious.

"No! We can't go out until we know who shot you." Y/n held out her hand and took her worried boyfriend's hand "You can't keep me inside forever Ko... Look, I know you blame yourself or you're scared but you can't always be by my side. I'm fine, please calm down a bit."

Kogami took a deep breath and smiled.

"Well let's go then."

Y/n smiled and nodded...

[baahsu]

— At Night —

kougino

2.1k words

teen & up

Ginoza had been working late and Kougami didn't have anything better to do other than to pay him a visit.

➝ AO3

[dragonsrainbows]

New Psycho-Pass Fic Alert

I love OCs as well as the writers who create them! And I had the great pleasure of watching this particular OC - Rin Keomi, grow from an idea to a multi-chapter fic that spans years in the life of our favourite red-head - Kagaru Shuushei!

So give yourselves a treat and read @cool-catarina's beautiful tale about these two! Ginoza also makes an appearance.. in case you were wondering.

The Life of Keomi Rin 💟

Rin Keomi and Shusei Kagari are fast friends. But their society, obsessed with Crime Coefficients and keeping latent criminals locked away, tears them apart. And so they are compelled to navigate their new lives and growing love in the shadow of the ever-present Sibyl System.

[meli-r]

"Beneath the ocean's blackness lies an ecosystem that has learned to thrive without sunlight or warmth. It's a world full of organisms with unique adaptations to such a challenging environment. Some fishes were lost living in complete darkness, until they adapted. With survival, they eventually lost their pigmentation, becoming hideous. I was born into a dark path, but I can recognize light when I see it. And every once in a while, I stop and stare, basking in its warmth for a moment before moving on in the dark."

Choe Gu-sung