#the original said detectives be like “he's my partner”

[millleti]

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hello! I’m not sure if this has been requested yet. But could I request an Ethan Landry imagine with the prompts 1 & 4. “How could you betray me like that?’’ & “I’m not gonna let you get hurt.’’ Could the reader be Gale and Dewey’s daughter too? Please and thank you!

I've been waiting for a request that could fit this scene idea that I had and this one was perfect!!

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Your eyes welled with tears as the ghostface on detective Bailey’s right took off their mask, revealing the face of your boyfriend.

‘’No,’’ you cried, barely audible.

The ghostface reveals are known to be shocking, but this — you did not see this coming. Ethan had always been sweet, loving and awkward. He was the perfect golden retriever boyfriend. You really thought you had him figured out.

Yet, here he was, black robe on and bloody knife in his hand after stabbing his roommate to an imminent death.

You felt sick to your stomach. This couldn’t be happening.

You were starting to believe that your life was cursed. You were the daughter of two survivors of the original Woodsboro massacre, it would make sense. Cursed by the bloodline.

Would this ever stop? Or were you destined to die by the knife of a masked killer? You were so sick of these fucking ghostfaces. One of them had taken your father’s life last year. Now, your mother was severely injured and one of the killers turned out to be the guy you were in love with? Your father was right — never trust the love interest.

Beside you, Tara was frowning at who she thought was her friend. How could he have done this to Chad?

Sam’s attention shifted to the second ghostface that had yet to reveal himself. Please don’t be Danny, she silently begged. She had gone through this once, she didn’t want to be betrayed the same way again. She would probably go ballistic if the second ghostface revealed to be Danny.

Everyone was on the edge as the remaining ghostface removed their mask.

Quinn.

‘’Hey roomies,’’ she greeted with a smile. ‘’Didn’t see that one coming, did you?’’

‘’Because we thought you died,’’ Tara said, deeply confused.

‘���Yeah, well it was a way to get off the suspects list.’’

Detective Bailey and Quinn went on about how they faked her death, but you weren’t listening. Your attention focussed on the boy who completely shattered your heart.

“How could you betray me like that?’’ you said as a tear slipped down your cheek, looking right at Ethan.

His eyes were filled with guilt and regret, but you didn’t put your guard down. You couldn’t let yourself be fooled by him — not again.

‘’I’m sorry, baby.’’ Ethan’s voice had shifted to the soft one he used with you, dropping the ghostface act. He made a step to you, but before he could reach you, Quinn did and held her knife against your throat.

You gasped and went completely still in Quinn’s hold, your life one move away from ending.

Rage filled Ethan, glaring at his killing partner. ‘’Don’t touch her!’’ he warned, pointing his knife at Quinn. ‘’She has nothing to do with this.’’

‘’Uh-uh. Come any closer and I’ll kill her,’’ the ginger haired girl defied, tightening her hold on your frightened figure.

Quinn’s threat was not an empty one and Ethan knew. She didn’t care about you or your life.

‘’Falling for the enemy. God, you’re such an idiot!’’

You begged Ethan for help with your eyes, the fear in his mirroring yours.

Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot echoed in the theater and you saw Kirby, back on her feet, firing at Quinn. The bullet hit her shoulder and fell back from the impact, just enough to allow you to slip from her grapes and flee with Sam and Tara as Quinn cursed from the pain.

The theater was large, so you separated. Sam took Tara's hand and dragged her in one direction and you took the other. It would have been smart if there weren't three killers, but staying together made you a bigger target. There wasn’t really a smarter plan, they both sucked.

You pushed a door and took a left, hoping to find a room to lock yourself in, but instead ending up in a long hallway that was a deadend. Fuck. If any of the killers found you, you would be doomed.

You leaned against the wall, catching your breath for a short moment as you asked yourself what your mom would do in your situation. She’s Gale Weathers, she’s intelligent and resourceful — she always finds a solution.

During your thinking, a hand covered your mouth.

By elimination, it wasn’t Quinn — she would have stabbed you immediately. It also couldn’t be detective Bailey because all the man could do was use a gun.

Your eyes widened in fear, thinking this was your moment, but instead you heard Ethan’s voice.

‘’It’s me.’’

A sound that should reassure you and make you feel safe instead made fear rise in your chest.

You pushed his hand off you. ‘’Don’t touch me.’’

Your words hurt like a dagger to the heart. You were scared of him.

He raised his hands in surrender. ‘’I know you're scared of me right now—’’

‘’You murdered people, Ethan. You...you stabbed my mom and killed her boyfriend.’’

‘’That wasn't me! It was Quinn,’’ he exclaimed, quickly innocenting himself. ‘’I could never do this to you.’’

His eyes were pleading that you would believe him, but to which extent had he put an act on?

‘’Was any of it real? You and I?’’

Tears filled your eyes again as flashes of the time spent with him hit you. All the nights watching movies cuddled on his bed, the study sessions that turned into making out and the softest smiles he gave you. The intimate moment spent beneath the sheets. Helping him tape his strange knight costume for the Halloween party because it kept falling apart. When he comforted you after the attack at Sam and Tara’s apartment or accompanied you to the hospital when your mom got stabbed numerous times. You had cried into his chest, wrapped in the protection of his strong arms while the doctors were taking care of your mom.

‘’Yes!’’ he affirmed, coming close but you stepped back, making his heart ache. ‘’Everything between us is real, I promise. You're the only good thing in my life I've ever known. The only person I’ve ever loved.’’ He was pouring his heart to you, not caring if he sounded desperate.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do to get your forgiveness. Hell, he would get on his fucking knees and beg if needed.

‘’And I believe that.’’ You put a hand on his face gently, feeling his baby-soft skin. ‘’I love you, Ethan. I love you, but I can't forgive you. You…you killed Anika and Chad.’’

‘’I had to! My dad— He made me do it.’’ Tears filled Ethan’s eyes. ‘’I-I wanted nothing to do with this.’’

He rarely ever evoked his father — or his family. All he had said to you was that he constantly had to fight to gain his father's love and approval because he wasn't the favorite son. Was this why he participated in his father's revenge plan?

Your heart ached for the boy who begged for his father’s attention and love, but it didn’t change anything to the fact that Ethan had killed in cold blood two people who called him a friend.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ Your hand slipped from his face, getting flashes of Anika’s body falling from the ladder and hitting the ground. ‘’You’ve gone too far. I can’t—’’

‘’I’m sorry. For Chad and Anika and all the people I’ve hurt.’’

‘’Sorry is not gonna bring them back.’’

Ethan didn’t say anything. Sometimes, silence is best.

‘’I’m still gonna keep my promise.’’

You drew your eyebrows together. ‘’What promise?’’

‘’To protect you. It doesn’t matter if you hate me, you’re not going down tonight.’’ He rested his forehead against yours, looking right into your eyes as he promised. ‘’I'm not gonna let you get hurt. Ever.’’

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[silverbladexyz]

Hi hun🤭 can I request Tecchou, Dazai, and Chuuya meeting their s/o’s ex fiancé for the first time (but reader is not there when they meet oh and reader is the one who canceled the engagement) and can the ex fiancé be similar to Yukito Ayastuji in personality and looks and be like really smart? And maybe the boys get jealous or smth😭

Hello there! This is quite interesting, and I changed the request a little if that's alright with you ^-^. The boys don’t really get jealous but something else happens.

The images do not belong to me. They belong to their original owners.

TW: Mentions of threats, mentions of death

Tecchou, Dazai and Chuuya meeting S/O's ex fiancée who is like Ayatsuji

Dazai:

-When he first met your ex-fiancée, his eyes narrowed and he observed the person in front of him

-Your ex-fiancée no doubt knew who he was, and Dazai hated the vibes that your former partner emitted

-I feel like Dazai wouldn’t really approach him because he simply is not bothered to talk to them, but the latter saved him the trouble by walking up to Dazai with quite a scrutinising look in his eyes

-‘You must be Y/N’s new boyfriend; not that I care. I would advise you to leave them now so to save you a lot of trouble later on in your relationship. You deserve better, anyways.’

-And Dazai immediately transformed from ‘couldn’t-care-less’ to ‘demonic-prodigy-of-the-Port-Mafia’

-Literally goes all demon-mode. Normally, this would scare most people away and make them think twice, but your ex-fiancée wasn’t an average person. Dazai could see that their smartness could probably rival Ranpo’s

-‘So? Are you going to stalk and kill me just because I told you the truth? That isn’t very befitting for a detective, now is it? Not to mention that Y/N would be heartbroken to see their beloved in jail... but they deserve it anyways, that insufferable-’

-‘Ah, now I see why they left you. With your arrogant and snarky attitude, who would want a cocky man-child like you?’ Your ex-fiancée had laid the fuel, while Dazai lighted the fuse

-Dazai was so tempted to make this into a roast battle, but he has a lot more common sense. So instead, he gave the man a chilling glare, told him to never come back again, and walked away

-Definitely showers you in much more affection, because he just shudders to think if you had married that bastard. He is glad that you cancelled the engagement though, because he can’t bear to see you with somebody else whom clearly didn’t deserve you

Chuuya:

-One word: rip. Good luck to your ex-fiancée

-It’s a 50/50 chance that either Chuuya or your ex-fiancée approaches the other first. I feel like it depends on Chuuya’s mood, but he’ll more likely stay put and send glares at the other person’s way

-But sooner or later Chuuya is approached by the scumbag, and even when he’s holding back every urge to beat him up, Chuuya just asks ‘can I help you?’ in the nicest way possible

-When he hears your ex-fiancée talking trash about you and just basically is being a jerk, your boyfriend is immediately grasping the latter’s collar and talking in a dangerously low voice

-‘You want to mess with me? Careful where you’re stepping, because you’re on very thin ice right now.’

-‘Oh? Threatening me, are you? Now what would Y/N think of you hurting and possibly killing their ex-fiancée? You would end up in jail as well, with a lot of life sentences on your head.’ So your ex had brains as well as a sharp tongue and good looks... Chuuya just wanted to punch his face and break his stupid glasses. He wanted to wipe that smirk of your ex’s face, but your ex was right. You wouldn’t allow Chuuya to do such a thing

-Even though Chuuya couldn’t physically hurt your ex, he could threaten him. So he literally said ‘My lawyers can get me out of jail. And don’t think that I don’t have my ways. If I ever see you talking badly about Y/N then you don’t know what I have in store for you.’

-Chuuya then walks away, but I headcanon that he secretly is insecure about himself. Your ex was so much smarter and better-looking than him, what if you didn’t want to be with him anymore? Not to mention that he was a mafioso, and a very dangerous one at that...

-You definitely notice him being a little quieter when he’s back home with you, and by this point you know him well enough to understand what was bothering him. Please give him a hug and reassure him that you wouldn’t leave him for anything else, because Chuuya’s lost too many people already :(

-He might already have a wedding ring in store for you. It’s hidden in one of his vests in the wardrobe

Tecchou:

-It is also a 50/50 chance that either he or your ex-fiancée approaches the other person

-If Tecchou approaches him, he might say ‘You must be Y/N’s ex-fiancée.’ with a straight deadpan face. I admire his courage I could never do that

-Anyways, Tecchou could probably sense the vibes your ex-fiancée is giving off. He isn’t that dense to know that your ex doesn’t like him, but does Tecchou care? Nope

-But when those words fall out of your ex-fiancée’s mouth, Tecchou immediately starts giving him a lecture on how he mustn’t be rude and disrespect you. I feel like Tecchou doesn’t have a short temper, so your ex-fiancée was secretly getting frustrated at the lack of reaction from your boyfriend

-If your ex-fiancée slips up and says something extremely rude about you, Tecchou would be annoyed and slightly irritated. He might give a warning to him to watch his words, but your ex didn’t choose to listen

-Okay but I feel like Tecchou would just say ‘It is my choice if I want to leave Y/N or not. Thank you for your input.’ And just leaves. He then gives you more affection that day because he also can’t think of you being with that blond-haired man

-But when your ex-fiancée starts to threaten you? Oh boy, now Tecchou is mad. And he is terrifying when he is mad. Basically has to hold himself back from reaching for his sword or pinning your ex-fiancée onto the ground (not the dirty way-) but Tecchou just maintains calm and manages to walk away. Those other actions wouldn’t be befitting for a Hunting Dog, afterall

-Definitely keeps an eye out for your ex-fiancée, but that man will never bother you two again because yes, that’s how terrifying Tecchou is when he’s mad

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[whumpshaped]

i had to write smth for valentines day so here. have my silly mechanic. this is gonna be his debut

masterlist

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Fourteenth of February. The day of love.

More like another Wednesday. A workday. 10 hours in the lab.

Szoren was never one for festivities like that, given he didn't have a partner, nor was he particularly interested in romance. He didn't feel left out. Not at all. He was content. He was! He didn't care!

Maybe he cared a little. He didn't want a partner, it was just... Who else were you supposed to celebrate with? He just wanted to celebrate. That was all it was. He wanted a break. He wanted to do something nice with someone, but everyone else was preoccupied with their partner, and he was so painfully lonely. Not a friend to go out to dinner with.

Just work. Work. And more work.

"Is something wrong, sir?"

Szoren flinched. "Huh?"

Zaps' visual sensors were fixed on him intently. "Is something wrong, sir?"

"No, nothing. It's fine." He looked back down at its open chest cavity and went back to tinkering with the wiring. Something was misfiring, and as of now, he had no idea what.

"This is the fifth time you have gotten distracted while working on me, sir."

It was hard to get mad at that monotone voice. Szoren sighed. "I'm sorry, Zaps. I'll pay attention from now on."

"Is it anything I could help with, sir?"

He snorted. "Yeah, buy me a box of chocolate down at the cafeteria. Better yet, let me buy you some."

"I detect sarcasm, sir. Am I correct in—"

"Yes, Zaps. I'm being sarcastic."

The robot fell silent. It didn't talk for the rest of the maintenance. Szoren sent it out once he was finally done, turning his attention elsewhere, anywhere it was needed. Quick fixes, new designs, coding... The hours were crawling by, dragging their bodies through quicksand.

He almost couldn't believe it when the team leader told him he was done for the day. Thank goodness. Now he could return to his quarters and spend another miserable, cramped, lonely night thinking about how much worse it could be and how thankful he should actually be.

Except when he opened the lab door, he almost bumped into his prized robot. "Zaps?"

"For you, sir," it said in its endearingly emotionless voice, accompanied by the whirr of his chest plate as it opened. There was a box of chocolate inside, kept cool by Zaps' internal fans.

Szoren couldn't decide whether this was more or less depressing than his original plans.

"Zaps..." It didn't budge, and Szoren didn't have the heart to turn it down. "Fine. I... Thank you." He took the chocolate, realising it was the best one they sold on the ship. He would've never spent his credits on it.

Wait.

"How did you pay—" By the time he looked up again, Zaps was gone. His eyes widened. "Did you steal— Zaps! Come back here! Did you give me stolen chocolate? Zaps!"

[liel28]

Okay just.. hearmeowt.

I have this insane idea for a Merlin fanfiction and I need y'all to tell me if you'd read it!

So basically it's a Modern merthur au + modern royalty. Imagine this.

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Gwaine and Merlin are detectives of the FBI. One day they get a tip from their friends in the royal palace, Sir Elyan and Sir Leon, that the huge drug lord, that has been on the streets for weeks which Merlin and Gwaine have been busting their asses to find the identity of, is Uther Pendragon. Camalot's own king.

Now that they have a suspect they only need to find a way to prove it. They decided to go undercover. It won't be too hard for them to make up a backstory since Gwaine is technically nobility, but they do need some kind of entrance.

That's why they have Guinevere Blacksmith. Gwen worked with them in the force a couple of years beforehand, but she had to quit because someone was threatening her father so she had to go off the grid for a while, Gwen settled in Camalot with her younger brother Elyan, her dad and her best and oldest friend Leon. She became a servant and has been trying to keep a low profile ever since until she could make sure her family was safe.

Gwen introduced them to Sir Lancelot, Gwen's fiance who spent some time with the druids growing up and knows about;

1. Gwen's time in the FBI, 2. Merlin's magic. she said Merlin could go undercover as Lancelot's partner and get into the banquet Uther is throwing as his plus one.

The only problem? He has to be a woman for that.

They can't take anyone else, they decided, since Merlin and Gwaine know this case better than anyone else, and they don't want to risk Gwen in any way.

So Merlin turns himself into Mary - Sir Lancelot's 'girlfriend', the daughter of Sir Lot and Lady Morgan of Caerleon and Gwaine's 'sister'.

But what happens when Lancalot gets injured three nights before the banquet? They can't send Merlin alone without an explanation! It's too dangerous. And Gwaine is refusing to be around some 'stuck up noblemen'.

So Gwen offers her other best friend instead, since she can't offer Leon who has to stay behind and take care of Lancelot, another knight of camalot. Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot. Of course.

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So.. let me know what you think! Btw it's my original idea and I hadn't seen anything like this before so PLEASE do not steal! If this sort of thing has been made before I am so sorry and please inform me!

Love y'all~ L

[hellomynameisghostface]

Who Was The Best Ghostface?

Ranking all Ghostface killers from the "Scream" movies in order of who was the best at being Ghostface, in my opinion. Taking into account a few factors; who had the better motives, how much they contributed to the attacks/killings, how far they got in their plan and how well they executed it and possibly some other factors. Some might out way the others but I'll try to explain my thoughts as best I can. So let's get started. 13. Jason Carvey: while his motive was fine, it wasn't one of the better ones. It was just a continuation of Amber and Richie's pretty much. However, since he was one of the opening kills it makes sense why they wouldn't waste a good motive on him and Greg. The fact he was found out and killed so quickly proves he's the worst Ghostface so far though.

12. Richie Kirsch: this really depends on how you watch and analyze "Scream V" but from my point of view, Richie didn't kill anyone. The only confirmed attacks to be him were Sam and Mindy which both failed. The directors have already said in interviews that he barley did any of the work and Sam even mentions in "Scream VI" that "he made his girlfriend do all the killing." Like many fans of the franchise, you may be thinking "how could she possibly know that?" It's not that hard to figure out when for most of the movie/attacks Richie was with Sam or close by and with Gale's investigation instincts she could've easily found out where Amber and Richie were most of the time. Example: going to the hotel Richie was at and asking when he arrived there and if he left would help figure out if he actually participated in the killing of Judy and Wes. He basically let someone much younger than him do all the dirty work and pull the strings while thinking he was in charge the whole time. It would've been different if he betrayed her in the end like a couple of other who made it higher on this list but he never even got the chance. His motive was good though but not good enough to save him from being this low on my list.

11. Stu Macher: okay, I know this is going to piss people off because he's one of the originals and a fan favorite so everyone hold him up on a pedestal along with Billy but again, like Richie, I guess it really depends on how you view the movie. Stu does the least amount of work and on top of all that he makes the mistake of trusting his partner and by doing so is almost killed and betrayed by him. Roman even mentions in "Scream 3" that he suggested Billy get a partner to frame in case he's caught. I have no doubt in my mind if they were successful that Stu would've ended up dead or in jail anyway.

10. Quinn Bailey: she was a pretty decent Ghostface but honestly, I don't know how far she would've gotten if her father wasn't a detective or helping her. Faking her death was smart because not only does it take her off the suspect list but it allows her to do kills while her father and brother get alibis but again, without her father being a detective it would've made it much harder executing her fake death so because of that she still pretty low on my list but higher then they others because she actually did a decent amount of the dirty work and wasn't betrayed by her partners. Although it's widely disliked in this fandom, I actually liked their motive and the fact that it was a family seeking revenge, not just a parent or sibling.

9. Ethan Landry: I decided to put Ethan a place higher than his sister because he seemed more aggressive and willing to me. He killed Quinn's hookup and then proceeded to take on three people (Sam, Mindy and Anika) at once and wounding two of them and then killing one of them. While not factual, I think he would have made it further without his father's help than Quinn did because while Wayne was the brains behind it I feel like he didn't help Ethan quite as much as Quinn.

8. Wayne Bailey: since he was the mastermind and brains behind these attacks I think it's fair to place him above his kids. Being a detective put him at a higher advantage as well. Not only was he an aggressive Ghostface but I think his plan was well thought through and executed fairly well and as already mentioned, I actually really like their motive even if it's just another version of Nancy's motive from "Scream 2."

7. Billy Loomis: his motive was to kill Maureen because she was sleeping his his father causing his mother to abandoned them. Which would've been okay if it stopped there but he kept going. It would've made sense if he tortured Sidney while Maureen was still alive. Since she's dead, what's the point? Sidney didn't do anything. At this point their just doing it for fun, I guess? Which is fine, I guess. I can look past that. What puts him kind of low on my list is that he and Stu start stabbing each other to paint themselves as victims before they kill Sidney and Neil. He was carrying out his plan pretty well before that. He killed Maureen, framed Cotton and got away with it for a whole year which is why I let him be a little higher on my list than I originally wanted him to be.

6. Charlie Walker: this is another one that kind of depends on how you view and analyze the movie but in my opinion, Charlie kills everyone in "Scream 4" besides Trevor. With that, he's already a great Ghostface but what knocks him down to seventh place for me is that he was so blinded by his infatuation for Jill that he trusted her to wound him instead of doing it himself, leading to her betraying him and ultimately resulting to his death.

5. Mickey Altieri: I'm putting Mickey right before Charlie because they're situations are very similar. While Nancy helped Mickey more than Jill helped Charlie, I think Mickey still did most of the dirty work but mostly because he wanted to since it's implied he was already a serial killer prior to the event of "Scream 2." Like Charlie he was betrayed by his partner but unlike Charlie it wasn't due to him being blinded by love or anything like that. It was rather sudden and caught him off guard. Ultimately, trusting a stranger and it leading to him being betrayed and almost murdered instead of staying on guard and killing her first loses him points. Plus, his motive was stupid and I didn't like it at all.

4. Nancy Loomis: her motive is rather simple but it's one of the better ones: good old fashioned revenge. She was also smart enough to get someone on the inside (Mickey) because she obviously couldn't been seen by Sidney. She was also partnered with someone who was already a serial killer so it was smart of her to kill him before he could turn on her. Plus, his motive would've more than likely fucked her over which she was very much aware of.

3. Amber Freeman: as I already mentioned when talking about Richie, I believe Amber did all the killing (or at the very least, most.) The directors/writes have basically confirmed in on and off screen that she was the mastermind but let Richie believe he was in charge and did most of the work. She wasn't manipulated into doing the killing, she wanted to and you can see that with how excited she gets after her reveal. She was the one who informed Richie Sam was the daughter of Billy Loomis and she more than likely told him to take Tara's inhaler because the spare one was at her house and she knew Tara would have to go there to get it (Richie literally says "I can't believe this worked" as if he doubted Amber.) Amber also killed a legacy character and wounded the other two. She took on Sidney and Gale, two full grown women, at the same time and even though she ultimately ended up dying she did some damage. Her motive was 10/10 for me. I don't know why people hate it because they literally sound like Amber and Richie complaining about it. She was a child carrying a full grown man. That's embarrassing, which is why Richie is so low but it's iconic for Amber to accomplish so much for being so young.

2. Roman Bridger: he was the only Ghostface to go solo which means he did all the work. He deserves the recognition doing it all himself and getting as close as he did. He also technically started it all by convincing Billy to kill Maureen. I know a lot of people, including the cast, thought it was random for Roman to be Sidney's brother but I think it makes so much sense and I think they executed it well. The storyline wasn't anymore random than Billy having a daughter that no one knew about for years but Amber found out like nothing.

1. Jill Roberts: in my opinion, she is the smartest Ghostface and quite frankly the best when it comes to planning and getting away with it. Sure, she made Charlie do all the Ghostface killings and kills only Trevor and her partner but that's the genius part. Her goal was to become the new Sidney so she had to keep her hands clean as much as possible. She was the only one smart enough to not let her partner wound her and instead betrayed him before he could her. She killed everyone (or so she thought) before beating the shit out of herself and making herself look like the victim. She's the one who got the closest to killing Sidney and getting away with it and shes the only Ghostface to not scream like a maniac when she “comes back” after being seemingly killed. Her motive was 10/10. I remember watching "Scream 4" for the first time and thinking how relevant it was at the time and it's only gotten more relevant with time.

[river-bottom-nightmare]

“i really don’t get why i have to keep doing this,” bruce complained—quite reasonably and collectedly, he was certain. he did not whine.

alfred hummed, flipping through a case file detective gordon had brought him earlier that day. single mugging, married couple dead, no possible suspects. not a shred of evidence connecting it to a crime four years prior. their leads were getting thinner and thinner, but bruce’s will was iron, was a buoy in the water, was was a centuries-old fortress that refused to crumble. he refused to crumble.

though, in a very physical sense, he was close to crumbling right about now. atop a platform, he aimed a grappling hook alfred had given him, (its origins unclear), and shot at a higher platform some yards away. with a click of the trigger it spiraled upwards, loosely catching onto the target, much sloppier than his earlier attempts. to be perfectly fair, his earlier attempts had been an hour and a half ago. catch, lock, leap, then land.

“you stumbled on your landing there,” alfred noted, the barest flicker of a glance upwards. 

“because i’ve been doing this forever,” bruce said. “there are other things i need to learn. other ways i can spend my time instead of wasting it on this—” he gestured, throwing the grapple to the ground. 

“you’re still determined in your idea of a vigilante for gotham, are you not?” alfred asked.

determined? at times, it was the only thing keeping him alive, stoking his soul like kindling, burning up, burning away, turning to ash just to sustain that starving flame. was he the kindling or was he the fire? bruce wasn’t quite sure. either way, “yes.”

“then you will pick up that grapple and train for another hour,” alfred stated simply, little room for argument in his tone. his posture softened a bit as he looked up, though, soft for a man of his demeanor. “have you considered,” he said, “that it’s not a lesson in grappling hooks i am trying to teach you.”

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“i can do this better than you, you know,” dick said his voice was airy, amused, riding the backside of a giggle. he was careful to let it come out that way every time. still, the taps of his fingers and swinging of his legs betrayed his impatience.

“balance isn’t the point of this,” bruce said, looking up at him. he had a case file spread out on his lap, ever-fond of paper despite the slowly-developing computer the two of them are building in the cave, because secretly bruce savoured the sting of a papercut against the thumb, the reality of it, tangibility in the most piercing way. it kept him grounded.

dick, who had been doing his level best to never once be grounded in his life,  quickly leaped from one ledge in the batcave to another. the grappling hook in his hand had been an unfamiliar weight at first, as in the circus he’d been much more reliant in his own momentum, the push and pull of his own body. after hours upon hours of training with it, however, the grip fit into his hand as though it had been molded for that very purpose. (knowing bruce...)

the two front flips dick performed during the jump clearly hadn’t been missed by bruce. the older man’s lips were pursed disapprovingly, but he couldn’t hide the amusement in the crinkles of his eyes from dick, no matter how serious he seemed to appear. bruce had grown to know dick in the months they’d been partners. he knew how much dick cherished being airborne, how it made his blood pound against his wrists, at his throat. still, the monotony was starting to get to him.

“if there’s a bigger lesson here, i’m not really getting it,” dick said.

bruce hummed, looking thoughtful. “maybe it’s best we practice this outside tomorrow. or, at least, in the city. i think that will help.” dick wasn’t sure how exactly a change in scenery would change the one thing he’d been doing over and over and over for the past two hour, but he swung down to the ground anyway.

“just keep in mind,” bruce said, “the grapple isn’t just a tool to take you from building to building. and a building isn’t just a landing place.”

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“i have been trained in picking things up remarkably quickly, grayson. that’s enough practice. i have this down.”

even with those words, damian used his new grappling hook to swing up two stories to the next building. dick followed him, choosing at the last minute to follow damian’s example with the grappling hook instead of his own momentum and daring, as he often did.

“that’s not why we’re doing this,” dick said, settling on the stone ledge. damian touched down next to him. “i mean, you could work on your flow from one leap to the next. they’re not as smooth as the could be—” a scowl on damian’s face, furious at being corrected, resolute in training himself until he fixed the issue, trying to hide his inadequacy altogether, “—but the lesson isn’t the grappling.”

“the lesson seems to be very obviously about grappling,” damian pointed out.

dick made an agreeing sort of noise, then seemed to stare at the stone ledge they were sitting on for a minute and a half. “to me, it’s always seemed as if all the buildings in this city are connected.” damian shot him an irritated look, but quelled when dick sent him a gesture in response: just go with it. trust me. “it’s all—it’s all gotham, it’s all the grit and bones that this city is built on. and the grappling hooks are a tool to take us from rooftop to rooftop, sure, but it’s a bit more than that. they connect us to the city, too.”

that, damian could see, the hooks of the grapple biting into the meat of the building, like a flechette striking through the heart of a bullseye, a puncture wound cutting right to the heart, a pinprick in width but hooking on to whatever it finds. it’s an ache he felt far too often, himself.

“yes, i know,” damian said rather belatedly, running his fingers over the scarred building. “so?”

“so,” dick said. “if all of these rooftops we run across like they’re our playground are gotham herself, and our grapples are what cut deep into her skin and bones, then what does that make us?”

and, well, when dick phrased it like that, scraped-raw skin and bruised flesh and and the ever-present thud of a heart, the answer fell to his lips easily. “we’re gotham’s lifeblood. we keep her trembling and shaking and fighting every night. we keep her alive.”

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this is incomprehensible and far too bold a claim but i’m feeling far too metaphorical and overdramatic today

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[bi-bard]

Christmas Day - Benoit Blanc Imagine (Knives Out)

Title: Christmas Day

Pairing: Benoit Blanc X Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 621 words

Warning(s): not having family/friends

Summary: (Y/n) had started working with Benoit Blanc more and more. When he finds out that (Y/n) doesn't have anyone to visit for the holidays, he decides to reach out and try to make their holiday season a little bit better.

Author's Note: Happy Holidays! I am not one who usually writes Christmas stories, but I thought that this would be cute.

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I was never expecting to work with Benoit Blanc.

He was one of the best detectives in the world. He always seemed like a one-man team that may have been forced to work with others in certain situations. I didn't think that he had any interest in recruiting someone to work with him.

But after working one case with him, he started reaching out more and more.

Slowly, I started to feel like an actual partner. Like we both saw each other as equals.

Which probably wasn't close to true. He was pretty much my boss.

He was a nice guy. A little excitable when there was a mystery, but otherwise nice and honest. A good person.

I don't know how Benoit found out that I didn't have anyone to spend the holidays with. I'm sure that if I asked then I would get some long-winded explanation about how some small thing that I did or said.

I only found out that he knew when he asked me to join him on Christmas.

"What?" I replied, thinking that I must've misheard him.

"I want you to join Phillip and me for Christmas," Benoit repeated.

I was silent for a few moments before I finally got myself to shake my head. "No, no. I can't do that. I don't want to intrude-"

"Nonsense," he cut me off. "Phillip and I would be happy to have you."

I took a deep breath.

"I don't want you spending Christmas alone," he continued. "Please?"

I sighed. "Fine."

"Good," he grinned.

Christmas day, I found myself walking up to Benoit's place and knocking on the door.

"There they are," Benoit cheered as he pulled the door open. I chuckled at him.

He pulled me into a hug. I barely avoided hitting him in the back with the bag that I had brought for him and Phillip.

"Merry Christmas," he stepped back. I said the phrase back to him.

Phillip stepped around him and gave me a softer hug. "It's nice to see you, (Y/n)."

"Thank you for inviting me," I said. I held the bag out to him. "I brought a gift."

"Oh, you didn't need to do this."

"It's the least I could do," I waved him off.

"Well, it's good that you mentioned gifts," Benoit walked over to another part of the room, coming back with a wrapped gift. "Open it."

I chuckled before pulling the wrapping paper off.

It was a collection of pens. Nice pens. I traced my thumb over the case.

"You mentioned enjoying having good pens to take notes with," he explained. "There are the best that money can buy."

"You... You didn't have to-"

"Yes, I did."

"I can't accept-"

"You can and you will."

I stammered for a moment before looking down at them again.

After a few moments, I moved to hug Benoit again. He chuckled before hugging me back.

"Thank you," I muttered. "For everything. It's more than I deserve."

"That's not true," he mumbled back to me before stepping out of the hug. "Now, come on, Phillip is quite the entertaining cook."

"Only because Benoit burns everything that he touches," Phillip added.

I laughed before hopping onto the barstool next to the kitchen island.

The night was spent chatting, watching Phillip do most of the cooking, and eating.

They were both so kind to me. It didn't feel like I was a burden or that I was in the way. I felt like a part of the family. It was a new feeling for me, but I really enjoyed it. I could get used to feeling like that.

All I could hope was that I could somehow show them how much that meant to me.

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Heyyyy Naff <3

You said in my pre-ending ask regarding Micheal that it depends on editing whether his fate will be revealed, and I'm assuming there are some memories Glitchtrap could have shown Y/N in that regard? (Or if I have missed it amongst my screaming please feel free to just point me towards the relevant bit). But yeah I slide back in here to sate my curiosity and also just. How long was he hunting Glitchtrap, was he involved in trapping him in the run down endo that Vanessa then stumbles upon, how is/ was he involved in everything Cryptid Sightings? Please tell me everything I am twirling my hair and kicking my legs (as you can see) <3

Heyyy, Luce :D

The idea was originally that Michael was going to make an appearance in the epilogue at the campfire that Y/N and Eclipse were dancing around—it's a spook for everyone as the boys could hardly detect his heartbeat from how calm he was (and being engrossed with a very lovely dance partner) and you feared F.E.I. already sent another cryptid hunter after your sweetie. Michael, however, is just dropping in to ask about Vanessa. Or rather, Vanny.

Michael is a rugged, grizzle cryptid hunter. His one and only focus has been on destroying Glitchtrap to avenge his slain siblings. He's been trialing Glitchtrap since before he attacked you and long afterward, but he lost Glitchtrap for a time when F.E.I. had caught him in an endoskeleton and shoved him into the lower levels of the pizzaplex. After that, Michael caught wind of Vanny and tried hunting her down, but Glitchtrap kept moving so quickly and disappearing just as fast.

Finally, Michael gets to hear your end of the tale, how you and Eclipse defeated the child-killer cryptid. Michael is somber, and you almost feel bad for taking a kill he clearly wanted, but you remind Michael about the night he saved you. He remembers you, he remembers all of Glitchtrap's would-be victims and those he was too late to save.

Michael is aware of child-friendly cryptids (he met Henry Emily about the time he first started hunting) and regards Eclipse calmly. Although Michael has no personal connection with Eclipse, they're very civil towards each other. Eclipse wants to know how Michael was able to sneak up on them like that, and Michael explains how he's trained himself to stay calm and not let his heartbeat rise so as to not alert Glitchtrap to his presence. It took a long time to master. Eclipse is begrudgingly impressed but also intrigued to meet the one who save you from your first encounter with Glitchtrap.

You get to thank him again for saving you. He simply nods his head, glad to see that you're doing well for yourself. He leaves after that and the night is a bit warmer for it all.

I ended up cutting this out so as to not distract from the moment between Eclipse and Y/N. But that's what Michael's been up to. Who knows where he'll go now!

[isleofair]

Tiger & Bunny Week Day 2

Tiger & Bunny First Series Anniversary

(allowing for airtime shenanigans lol)

I can't quite put together a full review, but I want to list some moments in Season 1 that I found striking/intriguing/wonderful/thought-provoking when watching it for the very first time (around the end of December 2021):

1 - The princess carry

I said I started watching T&B at the end of 2021, but I had actually been distantly aware of its existence well before that, for a reason I find extremely amusing: I had seen Taibani BL doujinshi while browsing for doujinshi of other anime shows 😂. My vague impression, based solely on the name of the show and the cover art of said doujinshi, was that "Tiger and Bunny" were something like two detective partners... and that the original series was explicitly a yaoi one, because, come on, surely you wouldn't name your characters Tiger and Bunny otherwise, right?!?

I knew by the time I clicked play on Netflix that that last bit was wrong. The princess carry told me that I was not that far off, though, either. 😜

2 - The reveal that The King of Heroes is actually a massive dork

You kind of catch glimpses of it in the previous episodes, but I sort of dismissed them as "eh, it's his over-constructed Hero TV persona, this guy is the King of Heroes, after all, he must have all of his ducks in a row".

But in the very first episode we see him out of the suit, we find out that Keith is, if anything, even more of an overeager puppy when he's not on the clock as Sky High, and this made me fully realize what a rich world of characters I had landed in (and made Keith start to rise very fast in my personal preference ranking of all the heroes).

3 - Barnaby's fear (?) of fire

This one was, to me, a missed opportunity for what could have been an even deeper look into Barnaby's character.

Barnaby here says he "hates" fire (火が嫌いです). From his expression, and the flashback that follows, I think it would be fair to assume that fire makes him at the very least uncomfortable, if not downright afraid. And Barnaby has both and enemy and an ally who have fire as their power, as evidenced specifically in this episode, so I was expecting that to be addressed... but nothing specific ever came of it.

It's true that Barnaby in this first half of S1 is very cool and collected at all times, but finding out if and how his feelings about fire color his perception of and interactions with Nathan and Lunatic would have been extremely fascinating, IMHO. (Even just an explicit acknowledgment of the fact that he doesn't let it influence his relationship with those two characters in the least would have been interesting, and added to his characterization in some small way.)

4 - Episode 17 ("Blood Is Thicker Than Water.")

Definitely one of my very favorite episodes overall (which means a lot, considering it doesn't feature Nathan, or even Keith, for one single second, lol).

We learn so much about Kotetsu, his family, his history; at one of his lowest points, he manages to shine when it matters the most, where no one can see him, but the thing he cherishes most in the world, Kaede, is at stake. And the thing that struck me the most is that he saves her by completely subverting the way we've always seen him apply his power to being a hero: by being still and quiet and attentive, instead of strong, rash, loud. And then he doesn't even need his power to finish rescuing Kaede, to be her hero; just a good old jolt of parent-with-a-kid-in-danger adrenaline.

It's a really fantastic episode.

5 - The ending of episode 24, and the title of episode 25 ("Eternal Immortality.")

(And I don't just mean the whole "gosh, the fried rice thing was pretty gay, but the eyelash comment was REALLY gay, huh?" stuff, lol.)

See, when I watched this, I already knew that season 2 was coming up, so I should have logically assumed they would not kill off their main character here... But I was way too caught up in the story and way too distraught to remember any sort of logic, and I was staring at my screen like "surely they wouldn't... right? RIGHT?!? 😥"

And then I remembered that oh! The last episode is called "Eternal immortality"! It's the only one with a title that doesn't fit the proverb scheme! It must be very significant!

And so I was fully convinced, for the, oh, 10 minutes between here and the moment Kotetsu stands back up in the last episode and explains he had just simply passed out, that he had indeed died, or about as close to is as to not make a difference, and that his Hundred Power, after diminishing, would actually fade completely right there and then and turn into a different power, that would grant him infinite regeneration (see: him healing himself with Hundred Power in episode 13), and thus, essentially, eternal immortality.

Hey, it would have been pretty cool.

(the prompts!)

[bullet-prooflove]

Therapy Sessions- Nick Amaro x Reader

Tagging my girls: @misscharlielulu and @cosmic-psychickitty

Nick didn’t know that you went to the same boxing gym, not until he ran into you late one night. You were in the ring when he entered the building, sparing with his trainer Ezra. You were good, he thought as he hung back and watched. Well-conditioned and disciplined, you rolled easy with the punches you did take. You anticipated Ezra’s moves ducking and sliding with the grace of a dancer. You had been at it for years, he could tell.

Your session was winding down as he approached the ring, his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He set it down in the corner as you stripped off your gloves and placed them on the edge.

“Hey.” He greeted as he lifted one of the middle ropes for you to duck under. You exited elegantly, clasping his hand as he helped you off the podium. “I didn’t know you came here.”

You gave him that smile, the one that stole his breath away as you began to undo the vibrant red wraps that were wound around your palms and wrists. You hadn’t worked together long, just over six months, but he enjoyed spending time with you. You were a breath of fresh air in a job that was plagued with darkness. Being in your presence felt like he was stepping into the sunshine after a long, called winter.

“I didn’t know you did.” You returned, nudging him with your shoulder before stuffing the wraps into your gloves.

“Sometimes I have a little extra energy to burn off after a case. Boxing, it helps me work a few things out in here.” He said tapping his temple.

There was silence for a moment after his disclosure. He didn’t talk about his mental health issues, not really. Benson knew, Amanda had been around for some of the bad shit, but she had no idea he was in counselling, their casual thing had come to an end a couple of years ago and neither wanted to pick it up again. The two of them were toxic together.

“I usually do late nights or early mornings.” You supplied, your attention dropping to the laces of your sneakers.

There was something about the way you said it, the timbre of your words. He detected an undercurrent of shame in the revelation, he knew how your head could get fucked up especially in this job.

“You have trouble sleeping?” Nick asked, inclining his head so that he could study the profile of your features.

After his own experiences he should have been able to read the signs, however he also knew how easy it could be to hide them, to pretend that you were fine, day in and day out until you broke.

“Don’t you?” You returned.

Nick smiled because this was what you did. You believed in an exchange of information. A little give and take. Nick could work with that. The truth was he wanted to get to know you better, you were more than just a colleague to him and as for being friends…

What he felt went far deeper than that. He couldn’t pinpoint when it had started, only that it had. Your presence in his life had changed something and he felt more upbeat, more buoyant. His workdays seemed a little bit brighter, even after the shit he saw.

“The boxing helps.” Nick informed you. “I used to have anger issues. Ended up in therapy, boxing is a good outlet, it helps me channel it.”

He didn’t do this; he didn’t share personal details like this. It always felt too raw to talk about but right now it felt good to get it off his chest. He was showing you a part of himself he wasn’t proud of; it was as honest as he could be with another person.

“I used to drink.” You told him, tilting your head so that you could meet his gaze. “It started after a C.I of mine got shot and then…” You inhaled deeply. “It was a slippery slope. I’ve been working the program for about three years now.”

It made sense. Whenever they went out for a drink you always turned it down, you always had plans. Originally, he thought you had a partner, a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, but you had never mentioned a significant other. He’d been to your apartment a couple of times, when you were carpooling, and he’d seen no signs of a relationship.

“I should have been inviting you out to dinner instead of a drink.” He realised, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling.

“And you call yourself a detective.” You teased, a small smile ghosting across your lips. “It’s not that I’m not interested, it’s just the drinking thing when people find out about it…” You trailed off.

Nick got it, he really did. He hadn’t been easy to live with, he knew that and as soon as people found out about the anger issues, they associated it with violence. They thought he was unpredictable, that that monster inside of him could be unleashed at any moment. That wasn’t the truth, it began with a series of triggers, they were like keys snapping open locks to a cage with a beast inside it. He recognised those triggers now; he knew when things were starting to take a turn and he dealt with them beforehand.

“They judge you.” he said knowingly.

“Yea…”

“I don’t judge you.” he uttered, bumping his shoulder against yours. “You know that right? This job it comes with its own set of problems. If you ever need someone to talk to someone, I’m here for you.”

“Do you need someone to talk to Nick?” You asked him, jerking your head towards the ring. “Isn’t that why you’re here tonight?”

Nick’s dark eyes met yours and he wondered what you saw in them. Did you see the echoes of the cases that haunt him at night? The ones he didn’t catch.

“Yea.” He said, glancing over his shoulder at the boxing ring. “Maybe I do.”

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[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Buyer Beware: A Yuri story

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“This is patrol craft nine-three-zero calling command; sector Sigma-twelve is clear, moving to next patrol.”

Mince flicked off the transceiver and started entering the new patrol coordinates into the nav computer. As he entered the final digit the computer flashed green as he felt the engines vibrations through the decking spin back to life.

“I don’t know why you feel the need to make that report each time we clear a sector.”

Mince looked up from the nav computer to see his partner waking from his nap and stretch out. Crumbs fell off him like the rocks of an avalanche and Mince could see the stains of several pastries still splattered across it like the finger paintings of a child. Had a senior officer been attached to their patrol ship Vicon would be hauled out and lashed until his uniform bore a new shade of red for such lack of discipline, but all of the officers were needed for the war effort and honestly Mince had grown tired of trying to change Vicon’s mind.

“It’s protocol to make routine reports.” Mince replied dryly as he got up from his pilot’s seat and went to the back of the cockpit to pour a fresh mug of Savatha Juice.

Vicon laughed and tilted his cap back over his head. “I doubt anyone in command even remembers us out here, let alone has someone reading out reports.”

He thumbed his right hand over his shoulder at the wall behind him adorned with a propaganda poster showing a Xinda soldier hoisting a cartoonish representation of a Marketh warrior up on a spear while females and children gathered behind him. “That thing’s almost as old as I am, and we’re still not even close to winning this war.”

Mince grabbed his mug and returned to his chair just as the jump drive finally kicked in and the ship was lurched forward at incredible speeds. On some level Mince wanted to tell Vicon that he was an idiot and that of course they would win the war, but he couldn’t deny that this conflict had gone on far beyond what was originally expected.

A minor skirmish over a colony world between the Marketh and his people the Dril spiral out of control nearly some twenty years ago resulting in nearly two decades of on again off again warfare. Every time the Dril thought they were going to have the upper hand and finally overcome the Marketh they would suddenly counter attack and drive them back. What was even more confounding was that the Dril navy vastly outnumbered the Marketh and had established a blockade around their entire territory hoping to starve them into submission, and yet still they had continued their fight. Military analysts had expected them to run out of war material five years ago, but every Marketh soldier was still equipped with a fresh uniform, combat supplies, shredder rifle, and at least five magazines worth of ammo.

“I’ll grant you it’s gone on too long,” Mince conceded as he took a sip of his drink, “but in the win so what does it matter?”

Before Vicon could reply with another snarky remark the ship jittered and exited out of the jump.

“Beginning scan now.” Mince said dryly.

“Who are you saying that for Mince? I’m the only one her-“

Vicon was interrupted by the loud chime from the return scans. This surprised Mince just as much as neither had expected there to be anything in the sector.

“We are reading a Cubato cargo hauler moving past the third planet.” Mince looked at the data being fed to his terminal by the scanners, quickly analyzing each strand of data like it was a letter from his wife. “It appears to be functioning order and we are detecting no distress signals on any frequency.”

“Cubato?” Vicon pondered, finally taking the moment seriously. He pushed himself forward, koc and began checking his own terminal feeds. “This system is still listed as off limits by high command, and the Cubato should be well aware of that.”

The sensor terminal chimed again and the pair looked down to see a second icon appearing at the opposite edge of the sector. It was far from hiding its presence and was making a straight path towards the anchored ship above the third planet. Unlike the first ship however, this second mystery ship was already in their database.

“New contact is registering as a Marketh light frigate.” Vicon called out as the two blips drew close together.

The terminal let out a series of beeps and chimes as new data began flooding in. Vicon took a close look at it then turned to Mince who nodded. “Several small containers are beings floated across from the Cubato hauler into the hold of the frigate, and if I’m reading this right each container is registering power signatures known for Marketh weaponry.”

Vicon leaned back in his chair as the realization hit him. “This is how they’ve been able to maintain the war.” He said to Mince who still looked confused. Vicon pointed to the Cubato hauler and continued. “The Cubato have been supplying war material to the Marketh and keep them in the war.”

Without warning the scanning terminal began ringing out warning alarms as the Marketh frigate suddenly broke away from the hauler and began making a b-line straight for their patrol ship.

“BLARGERSULTUFF!” Vicon cursed as he began rapidly entering keys to spin up the jump drive. “They must have finally seen us on their scanners.”

“Data collection finished,” Mince added as he strapped himself in, “command is going to want to see this; it could change the war.”

The alarms began ringing louder as the Marketh frigate began firing from extreme range. The chances of being hit by a plasma lance from that far were minimal, but it was never a zero percent chance.

“Jump drive ready, get us out of here!” Vicon shouted as the first plasma lances started flying past their ship.

Mince smashed his fist into the jump button and the ship lurched into a jump just as a lance strike came mere inches from hitting their cockpit. ------------------------------

A knock at the door drew Yuri’s attention from his novel and he put it aside on the waiting nightstand beside his chair.

“Come in.” he announced and the door slowly opened to reveal one of his aides shuffling into the room.

“Pardon the intrusion,” they began formally, “but there has been a recent development with operation Siberian railroad.”

Yuri hefted his cup as he listened and his aide brought over a fresh bottle of wine to refill it. He swirled it for a moment before taking in the scent while he nodded to his aide to continue.

“It seems our contact in the Cubato government used a third rate smuggler on the latest transaction with the Marketh and a Xinda patrol craft stumbled upon the transaction.” The aide pulled out a small folder from under his arm and set it on the nightstand beside Yuri. “The Marketh were unable to destroy the ship before it fled from the sector and reported their findings to Xinda command.”

Yuri picked up the folder with his free hand and casually skimmed through the documents in silence while he continued to swirl the cup of wine in his other hand.

“I had expected them to at least make three trips before they were caught, but in a way this unforeseen interruption speeds things along nicely.”

He casually tossed the folder back on to the nightstand and smirked at his confused aide as several pages spilled out on to the floor.

“I thought the plan-“his aide began before Yuri cut in to save several back and forth questions and answers.

“Was to continue arming the Marketh so the war could be prolonged?” Yuri finished. He took a final sniff before judging the wine ready and took the first sip.

“I intentionally diverted our higher grade smugglers to other tasks leaving our Cubato contact no option but to hire a third rate smuggler who just so happened to be in the area.” He took another sip of the fine vintage and looked at his aide still hoisting an expression of bafflement.

“I wanted the Xinda to stumble upon the transaction, thus confirming the involvement of the Cubato government in breaching the Xinda embargo and further infuriating the Xinda government with their arms dealing with the Marketh.”

He set the glass down and stood up, casually straightening out his finely tailored clothes and walking over to his aide. He felt like a teacher nurturing a bright pupil that was so close to solving the problem of their lifetime.

“Even with the arms dealing the Marketh were set to lose the war in another three years; but now with the potential entry of the Cubato people into the war when the Xinda attack them, the war will be escalated further and continue long into the future.”

“But what guarantee do we have that they will go to war with the Cubato?” His aide asked. “For all we know this could be easily resolved with a diplomatic negotiation.”

Yuri tilted his head in consideration of his aide’s assumption. “True, but you are forgetting the contacts we have in the Xinda government who are as we speak stoking their respective public into frenzy over this outrage.”

He put a hand on his aides shoulder and leaned in to whisper “Not to mention the anger that will wash over them when the two pilots manning the patrol craft are found dead in their homes; seemingly murdered by Cubato weaponry.”

The look of bafflement faded from his aide’s face as it was replaced with one of horrific realization. Yuri let go of his aide and returned to his chair and novel. He took one last sip of wine before setting the glass down and flicking through the pages to find his previous place.

“The goal of Siberian Railroad is to ensure that neither the Xinda, Marketh, nor Cubato ever gain enough strength to pose a threat to humanity nor her interests for that region of space. I personally find it so much easier and cost effective to have our enemies fight each other than waste time fighting them ourselves.”

With that final comment Yuri had found his page again and motioned his aide to leave. Compared to this latest Sherlock Holmes novel he had acquired planning a three way galactic war was but child’s play.

[nubimera]

Just more headcanon about Gavin and sibling!Reader but this time is a disaster

Part 1

A/N: I don't normally post my headcanons but now Gavin and Reader live in my head rent free and i need to talk about it, soooo let's go.

Warnings: Child loss (I mention Cole), Parent death and mild mention of canon violence. GN!Reader

Terrible English because it's not my first language.

I think that's all

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•Ok, first of all: Mama Reed is a russian immigrant bc i said so

•She moved to Detroit with her parents when she was 14/15 yo, circa mid 90's

•She remain pregnant of Gavin fairly young, in the 2002. Gavin's father was not in the picture, so she become a single mother (and originally Gavin had her last name. But we will return to this point later)

•For the next 7/8 years that she was alone with Gavin, she changed several jobs, until she officially became a secretary in the DPD

•Nice job, fixed hours and decent salary. And starting work at the DPD meant she no longer had to ask her parents for help looking after Gavin ((they didn't mind at all, and Gavin enjoy is time with his grandparents. He also learn speak russian from them. But mama Reed is a proud woman, and she doesn't like ask for help)

Basically it is during her time as a secretary that she meets Papa Reed. And consequently Hank, since the two were best friends and partners at the time

•So it ended up that after a couple of years of dating Mama and Papa Reed got married. Gavin is a big mama boy so it's took a long time for him to warm up to the idea of ​​not being alone with his mother anymore. After some time he accepted it, and was officially adopted by his stepfather and changing his last name to "Reed"

•Plus Uncle Hank entered the picture

•Gavin as a child adored Hank. His relationship with his stepfather always remained cordial but detached, but that wasn't the case with Uncle Hank.

Hank becomes Gavin's role model quite quickly

•Anyway didn't take long before Mama Reed got pregnant again, and Gavin was absolutely thrilled to be a big brother

•Now, I'm a firm believer that Gavin and Reader are around 11 years apart So imagine preteen!Gavin holding baby!reader for the first time

•Think about Gavin and baby!Reader watching cartoons together

•Or Gavin in his emo days playing hide and seek with toddler!Reader

•Or Gavin who spends his time teaching Russian to Reader

•Reader pretty much becomes Gavin's favorite person, and he have the biggest soft spot for them. Throughout Reader's childhood and adolescence, Gavin did his best to be the best role model he could be.

•Gavin basically invented the trope "Asshole to anyone but you" platonic version

•He keep the whole "Asshole to anyone but you" attitude throughout high school.

And during his time in the police academy.

Even after officially becoming a police officer.

•Many cops and detectives already knew Gavin becouse his parents and Hank, so it wasn't a huge surprise when they first encountered him. They were mentally prepared for his sarcastic responses and general behavior

What they weren't ready for was the way he changed his attitude with Reader. Imagine the DPD's shock the first time they saw Detective Gavin Reed not verbally bullying someone

•After Reader also joined the police force, many breathed a sigh of relief convinced that Gavin would finally calm down and stop being a massive jerk with his younger sibling constantly around the department . They were wrong. Their colleagues soon discovered that it's not particularly nice to work with a constantly worried and overprotective Gavin.

•The situation worsened significantly after Reader's promotion to detective, and Hank's assignment as his partner.

After Cole's death, the relationship between the Reed siblings and Hank became particularly strained, reaching breaking point for Gavin with the death on service of Papa Reed. Gavin had spent his entire childhood and adolescence idolizing Hank, and relied on him for his stepfather's safeguard. Now for Gav, his "uncle" is no longer someone he can trust and rely on, so at the prospect of Reader working with Hank he doesn't feel comfortable

•To be fair, even Hank didn't like the idea of ​​working with Reader, and he spent the first two months complaining to Fowler about it

•The last straw for Gavin however was Connor's entrance. He can almost stand Hank and Reader being partners, but can't stand the talking Tincan. Gavin doesn't like androids, but he especially doesn't like them around his family

•I think Reader is well aware of Gavin's issues with androids, and to some extent always trying to understand their brother, but during November 2038 Reader literally say "fuck it". They have investigations to conduct, and Gavin won't be the one to undermine them with his issues with Connor.

Reader has taken a firm stand since then, and isn't interested in Gavin's opinion on this matter. This leads to many problems between the Reed siblings, and the eldest easily puts all the blame on Connor. He probably knows deep down that it's not the android's fault, but at the moment he is to bitter to accept that perhaps this time he is wrong

•Basically the whole scene in the evidence room between Connor and Gavin in the mission "Last Chance, Connor", is because Gavin rather than choosing a little introspection chooses to pour all his frustration on Connor And he ends up getting beaten too

That rough buddy

•By The way after the android revolution the situation between Reader and Gavin calms down and finally they start talking like normal people again, instead of seeing who of the two can scream more

•Gavin still has trouble seeing Hank and Connor around Reader, but decides to give them the benefit of the doubt for once

[silverbladexyz]

hi! i see u often write hc's but do u take one-shot requests as well? if not, then pls feel free to ignore this!

i'd like to request for a dazai x fem!reader one-shot in which reader is a new member of the ADA and when dazai sees her for the first time, he instantly feels smth like love at first sight (yea ik it's cheesy sorry idk how to word it🥲). reader just shrugs off his not-so-occasional flirting and just casually thanks him when he gives her compliments cus she's heard stories about this side of him (being a playboy, womanizer etc) so she thinks he's just treating her like how he usually treats any pretty girl he sees, not knowing dazai is actually far smitten and is srsly head over heels for her lol

tysm!!!

Anon I'm so so sorry that this took so long!! This idea is quite nice since flirty Dazai is funny ahahaha. I tried my best with this oneshot :’).

The image used is not mine. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: Mentions of suicide (Dazai)

Dazai with a fem!reader who thinks that he's just a friend

"Oh, Dazai-san, have you heard of the new recruit that's joining us tomorrow?"

Dazai looked up at Tanizaki, eyebrows slightly raised in interest. It seemed that everybody except for him knew the news, however Dazai knew perfectly well that it was because he ditched work too often.

No matter. He'd just ask Atsushi to fill him in on the news.

"A new recruit? Since when?"

"Since a few days ago... but you were too busy jumping into the river and I had to fetch you, and I somehow scraped myself pulling you out, and I had to be treated by Yosano-sensei..." Tanizaki shuddered as he recalled the 'treatment' that Yosano had given him.

"Go on. The new recruit?"

"Ah, right! She's Haruno's cousin, and she's just turned 20. She's currently studying criminology and criminal psychology, and her grades are at the top of her year level. I haven't met her yet, but she seems like a nice person." Tanizaki said.

"I see... that's so amazing! I finally would have a new double suicide partner! Ah, I simply cannot wait for tomorrow!" Dazai's eyes sparkled in excitement as Tanizaki laughed nervously, however a familiar green notebook whacked the top of Dazai's head.

"Stop it, you idiot. You don't want to scare her off on her first day tomorrow, and the Agency's already received so many complaints because of you! And as for the double suicide, I'll wring your neck with my own fingers, how about that?!" Kunikida reprimanded, while Dazai pouted childishly.

"But Kunikida-kuuun! I've been waiting for months for a beautiful lady to come by the Agency, and I've already gotten the ideal double suicide spot! Ne, do you want to hear about it? It's a lovely spot near Yokohama where-"

"I don't want to hear about your suicide antics or whatever! Just make sure that you behave yourself tomorrow, or else I'll actually wring your neck myself!"

Tanizaki laughed nervously as he watched the banter between the two Armed Detective Agency employees. He sure hoped that Dazai wouldn't scare off the new girl tomorrow, because then the Agency would have an enraged Kunikida out for a certain suicidal maniac's blood and it certainly would not be a sight to see.

~~~

“Welcome, Y/N L/N, to the Armed Detective Agency.”

When Dazai saw the girl who entered through the door, his chest seized and it suddenly felt very hot.

Oh no. Oh no no no no. Don’t tell me that I’m-

You raised your head, smiling the sweetest smile that made one’s heart melt when they looked at it.

“Feel free to call me Y/N, everyone. I hope that I will be able to make friends with everybody and contribute well to the Armed Detective Agency.” Your voice was impossibly sweet and clear, as if every melody in the world belonged to you. Those dashing E/C eyes and gorgeous H/C hair contributed even more to your beautiful self in general. Dazai felt his heart leap.

Yup. He was undeniably crushing on you.

~~~

A few months had gone by since you started working at the Armed Detective Agency, and you were liking it so far.

Yosano and Naomi had become your best friends, with Tanizaki and Kyouka close behind. Atsushi was still a little shy around you, but he liked talking with you. Ranpo talked about his cases a lot, Haruno kept losing her cat, and Kunikida was forever fed up with Dazai’s antics.

Speaking of Dazai, the suicidal maniac was quite energetic and flirtatious around you. He would cunningly turn situations into pickup lines, and complimented you everyday. You would’ve been flustered and perhaps even catching feelings for him were it not the fact that he was a womaniser and a playboy. Haruno had warned you about this side of him, because she didn’t want to see her cousin hurt and broken-hearted because of Dazai.

Unbeknownst to you, everybody in the Agency could clearly see how big of a crush Dazai had on you. Every time you forgot something he would bring it, whenever it was the end of the week there was always a gift of some sort lying on your office table, and not to mention he would actually do his paperwork when you asked him to. Kunikida was glad that you were keeping Dazai in check, however he himself was already wishing that Dazai would confess to you and for you to return the suicidal maniac’s feelings, because everybody was frankly a bit scared of Dazai acting non-Dazai like.

It was one lazy afternoon when Dazai approached you, looking quite confident and... different. The rest of the Agency quickly caught on to what was going to happen, and held their breaths, hoping that it would be successful. You looked up towards the man, your expression innocent and oblivious.

“May I help you, Dazai-san?” You asked in that sweet and beautiful voice that sent Dazai’s heart beating at 205bpm.

He took your hand and laid a kiss on it. You were slightly confused at this new behaviour, but you brushed it off, thinking that Dazai was just playfully flirting with you again. This wasn’t the first time that he held your hand, afterall.

“My belladonna... you’re as graceful and elegant like a swan in a crystal lake. You were the only one who could make me fall into the longing passion called love. So I ask you,” he leaned closer.

“Would you return my feelings of affection, and we may finally be the lovers that we were always destined to be?”

You had to fight to keep your blush in, because even though you harboured no romantic feelings for Dazai, he sure knew how to make you flustered and make your heartbeat quicken. You smiled, and opened your mouth to answer him, not noticing the tension building around the room.

“You’re really nice, Dazai-san. I really must say...” Everybody seemed to lean forward, desperate to hear a ‘yes’ from you.

“You’re such a fun friend to me.”

And with that, the entire Armed Detective Agency, even the Director himself, let out a huge, collective sigh at Dazai’s (and theirs) misfortune.

Hope you enjoyed, even though this is so bad ;-;

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[lamaenthel]

"You Lied To Me"

[read on ao3][masterlist]Febuwhump prompt: "You Lied To Me."

Coronet City detectives Avana and Freerly respond to a crime scene where a gonk blew some poor Kiffar's head off. Once they get a hold of the datachip, they find out why.

Characters: Ailyn Vel, Sintas Vel, Mirta Gev, Boba Fett, Original Characters Wordcount: 1284

"So bomb squad's cleared it?" Avana slammed the speeder door, took one last drag off her t'bac stick, and tossed it. "Last thing I want is to get blown up by some leftover banthashit that nobody noticed."

"They been over the place with a fine-tooth comb." Freerly, her Rodian partner, poked her shoulder with a suctioncup-tipped finger as they walked to the crime scene. She brushed it away irritably with her lek, scowling. He was doing it to annoy her, he damn well knew she hated the marks it left behind. He snickered and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Don't worry, kid, your purple ass is safe."

"Yeah, yeah." Avana flashed her badge to the droid at the door and carefully stepped over the rubble. The apartment building was nice for the area. The damage was thankfully localized to their vic's apartment. Besides a few cracks in the wall she shared with her neighbor, the damage beyond was minimal. Broken transparasteel shards crunched under Avana's feet like spring snow as she picked her way over to the body. 

"Vic is Sintas Vel. Kiffar bounty hunter, came to Coronet City a few months ago. Born on Coruscant, hopped dozens of planets." Freerly shrugged. "You know the type."

"Yeah." Avana crouched and gingerly poked the ruined cavity of bone and meat that was Vel's face. "And the bomb was in a gonk?"

"Apparently. This was a straight-up assassination." Freerly moved out of the way of an evidence collection droid. "Forensics thinks they found a holotransmitter, though. They're trying to reparse the datachip right now."

"Detectives!" A Human man with tightly braided hair and large glasses waved at them.

"Speak of the Sith." Avana followed her partner to the technician's workstation.

"I've got what looks to be a holovid attached to a timer. When it ended, the gonk blew up." 

Avana's lekku jabbed into her spine. "Were you able to get the message?"

"Sure was. Here we go." The woman in the hologram was young and pretty, pale with a purple tattoo like a block made of three, thick lines that covered almost half of her face; it was a qukuff, Avana realized a moment later, a Kiffar clan marking. The girl was at least part Kiffar, she could see it from the way that she hunched in her chair, tall as a karking gundark. She had a toddler in her lap with thick line markings similar to hers painted on her cheek. "Hi, Mom," she said to the cam.

Avana and Freerly exchanged grimaces.

"It's been a rough few years for us, I know. Between the jobs and, and what happened with Makin…" the woman glanced in the direction of her child. "I thought I could find closure if I found him. If I found my father. And if I killed him for what you said he did to us." 

"Oh, shit," Freerly mumbled.

"You told me he was horrible. He was a cold-blooded murderer, a, a serial killer. You said that he terrified you, made you believe that he'd kill you if he left. You were his victim, and you were afraid he was going to murder me too." The woman shushed the irritated toddler wiggling in her lap. "Mama's almost done, Mirta. Just wait." She turned back to the cam. "So I decided I was going to do something about it. I'm good. I'm damn good. You raised me and trained me. And I'm not just your daughter, I'm Boba Fett's daughter. I can get him. That's…" She blinked again.

"She's crying," Avana said softly.

"I took a bounty out on myself on Tatooine. For return only, I'm not an idiot." She sniffed. "He picked me up within hours. Easy credits for him, right? I don't have the rep in Huttspace. So he picks me up and I don't cause a fuss, and that's when I ask him if he wants to share dinner with me before he turns me in. I had… I had a whole fucking plan. You know pepperleaf—the one from Kiffex, not Kifu, the one that's toxic to non-Kiffars—I had a whole roll of it in my bag, ground down 'till it just looked like the normal Kiffu stuff. I…"

Freerly let out a low whistle. "Uh oh."

"He bought some meat, then we went back out to the edge of town and made a camp. He didn't feel like dealing with the crowds, he said. I cooked that meat real well after I seasoned it." Her eyes unfocused. "I took the bounty out under an alias. But after we ate, he asked me my parent's names. Asked if I was really Ailyn. He knew who I was as soon as he saw the bounty. You know how he knew?" Her big brown eyes snapped back to the cam. "Because I have his eyes, Mom. I have his fucking eyes and you never bothered to tell me.

"There were a lot of things you never bothered to tell me, apparently. Like how my dad wasn't a damn psychopath like you made him out to be. That he almost always brought his bounties in alive unless it was a killjob. That the murder he allegedly committed on Concord Dawn was of the governor's son who got high on spice and raped you while he was at work." She was outright glaring at the camera now. "And you kicked him out for it. Forced him to stay away, convinced him that he was a monster that would end up getting me killed. So he did stay away. He stayed away my entire life because that was what you wanted, Mom. You know what else he did?"

The three investigators leaned forward.

"He made me a savings account. Completely legit, made deposits every single single month for seventeen years. I had no idea." Ailyn's pupils dilated. "You did. He told you about it and gave you all the information. Said it was for when I reached the age of responsibility. Almost a million credits in that account, Mom, not to mention what was in the safety deposit box. Remember about five years ago when you won the lottery?"

"Oh, shit," Avana said again, covering her mouth.

"I didn't bring an antidote. I didn't need one. I'm immune." Ailyn shuddered with the effort of holding back her tears, visibly haunted. "You lied to me. I killed my father for you, and come to find out all he ever did was love me and support me from afar. And then on top of that, you stole my motherfucking money." Ailyn wiped away the tears that had escaped furiously, then fixed the cam with a death glare. "Well unfortunately for you, Mom, I remember everything you taught me, and one of the first things was that you never fuck with a hunter's money, and here you are fucking with mine. And the second thing was to make sure that whoever fucks with your money goes out with a bang so that nobody else gets the bright idea." Ailyn raised the little girl up and shook her hand at the cam. "Bye bye, Mirta, say bye bye!"

"Bye bye gamma!" Mirta sang, waving happily.

Ailyn lowered her back to her lap. "Say hi to Dad for me," she said—her smile was wide, unnerving, and didn't go anywhere near her eyes.

The holorecording ended. The three stood still, silent, completely shocked for at least a minute. Avana glanced over her shoulder to the corpse being loaded onto a stretcher.

"That is one fucked up family," Freerly finally said.

Avana reversed the holorecording and paused on the little girl's face. She had her mother's eyes.

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[secretagentsociety]

Yandere? X time traveled to the future reader

writing idea I have pt2

• time traveling through a machine gone completely wrong leaving you stuck in a future version of your world where you find your loyal lab partner have been waiting for you for hundreds maybe thousand's of years in the future

•English isn't my first language (even tho I've been learning it for abt as long as I can remember now) I'm not proof reading this so excuse any mistake

alright imagine in this scenario you're walking alone in a makeshift dirt road,everything is made off of metal and is floating,this year is called the age of nanos,where human finally able to realise their theory for nano tech and all other science bullshit

With enough money People can immortalise themselves,with enough money People can easily modify their body into a robotic one,one with more precision so it's great right?

Flying cars,floating house,futuristic architecture and even a whole floating city!,well this is where the problem lies your problem actually

You see you're not of this world atleast this timeline you're from the past a great scientist first to actually discover time traveling and while touring around this future for documentations you lost connection with the 'past'

this happens to pose many problem.

you wondered how your lab partner were doing....will you ever be able to go back?

taking a deep breath you continue your mindless walking,without even realising it you're standing infront of a house...it looked oddly similar

No...wait...this is YOUR lab!!

Rushing to the front door you hastily punched the number code

Click! The door opened

"what the f-"

Inside doesn't look like how you left it,hardly the same infact it looked like a detective crime investigation office,your picture hung up on the wall with red circles,calculations were made everywhere across the ceiling but notably of all is the crazy scribbles over the walls

"y/n" you heard from behind you.

Turning around you saw him,your lab partner "oh my god it's you!" he said hugging you,but..he felt weird..gone with the bubbly brown haired guy you liked replaced by...a half robot mad scientist-esk looking dude

"uhm....edward?" You asked,suddenly the he cried hugging you tighter "I waited for so long!,what happened?!" he asked "what do you mean what happened?I was only here for an hour!" You explained

"oh y/n...my sweet beautiful y/n"

Okay....weird

you demand for him to explain what is happening to you

.....

he explained everything, apparently you hadn't time traveled like you had thought,the moment you entered the chamber your... atom cells? Were zapped out of existence it dematerialised right there Infront of him,he explained it sobbing saying how much he tried to bring you back

he was sure you're gone forever but he never gave up,he decided to work hard,he released all your research under the nickname nanos he collected the earnings made a name for himself and waited for you

as you listened more of his story you felt even more confused,for you it had only been a second but for him,millennials maybe more who knows?,well he's alive long enough to be called the origins

"wait so....my-our timeline is gone?" You asked,Edward nodded before his eyes became puffy again,ah he's going to cry

he hugged you tighter well this isn't that off from your Edward he's always one to be touchy feely,not that you minded he's cool like that

"but it's fine now right? you'll stay here right?" He begged,you bit your lip thinking about it,well....if you essentially materialised years and years into the future then your timeline is officially gone....what other option do you have?

You nodded,"for now"