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sparklingchan · 6 months

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Serendipity || Seo Changbin (Stray Kids)

Pairing: Reader(fem.) X Changbin

Word Count: 5.4k+

Warnings: Suggestive, mentions of pregnancy (the reader is not pregnant) , mentions of poison, Changbin is sweeter than sugar. Set in the Joseon Era.

Genre: Royal AU, Arranged marriage AU, fluff with very slight angst.

Description: The King of Joseon had chosen you as his queen. But there are those that wish for this union to fail. Will your love be enough to overcome the competitiveness of the Palace?

A/N: Hello everyone! Back with another installation of the SKZ Royal AU. I am genuinely in love with this one ngl. King Changbin is a rizzler y'all. Hope you guys have fun reading this <3

Do check out the other fics in the skz royal series. (The stories are not interrelated)

Here's the link to the masterlist.

Being a woman in this country is not an easy task. Especially when one is a candidate for the position of the country's Queen.

You'd dreamt of this for years, the idea sewn into every thought by your father even since you were child. With time, you'd welcomed the thought without a complaint.

"My lady, the Royal messenger is here." Somi informs you, and your nervousness just goes up by a thousand.

Did you manage to become the Queen and make your father proud? Or did you get disqualified and were now just a daughter of some minister and free to marry any other commoner like yourself?

You run down the hallway and enter the pavillion in front of your house, the colorful banners of the Royal entourage shine under the bright sun.

You straighten your robes and kneel down, head almost touching the ground, as a mark of respect for the King's verdict.

The chief Eunuch opens up the scroll in his hands.

"Please find enclosed the Royal Edict from the King's Court:

I, Seo Changbin, the King of Joseon, have chosen Miss y/n of House Kim as my wife and, by extension, the Queen of our beloved country. I have consulted the three High State Councilors and my mother- the Queen Dowager about the same and we have all unanimously agreed that she would be the best choice for the country as well as the Royal family, owing it all to her wits, beauty and manners.

Congratulations to Miss y/n and her family.

The Royal family would also like to extend an invitation to the bride-to-be to shift into the Detached Palace at the earliest as part of the customary pre wedding ritual. "

It feels as if someone had punched out the air from your lungs, you couldn't speak nor stand, while your parents and brother continuously thanked the Royal Eunuch, accepting all the gifts sent by the Palace for you.

But you couldn't move. You just stayed there, frozen. For life as you had known it has come to an end.

And thereafter begins a new, Royal chapter of your life.

"I'm going to miss you, my child."

The days since the Edict pass by in a heartbeat. All the members of your family were busy with packing your belongings while you were busy with mentally preparing yourself to leave your family and house behind forever.

Yes, you'd always wanted to be a Queen. Yes, you'd spent years getting ready for this role. Yet when the time finally comes, it hurts you to think about leaving behind twenty three years of your life.

"I'm going to miss you too, mother." On hearing your words, your mother cries harder.

But as usual, your father shows no emotion. His face is calm.

"Remember, y/n, there are no friends in the Palace other than your husband. You cannot confide in anyone but him. The other concubines will do anything to gain his favor, but you shall always be a step ahead. Be vigilant and loyal. You will make a great Queen." He says. Like the strategist he'd always been.

"Yes, father." You reply, swallowing the lump in your throat.

Your mother clinges to your arm.

"We will try and visit you whenever we can. I'm sure his Majesty will allow."

"Yes, of course. You can visit me anytime. The Palace is only a few hours from here."

"Oh, my child! How will I ever live without you!" Another sob tears out from your mother's throat. You hug her with all the love and care you could muster up in that moment.

Your father walks out of the room, hands behind his back and face twisted into a frown.

The Detached Palace is to be a temporary residence for the bride-to-be. For over the next thirty days, you would be receiving lessons on various subjects like history, Royal Etiquette, sewing, cooking and most importantly- lessons on intimacy. The last lesson is considered most important, according to Somi, since it allows you to birth as many healthy heirs as possible.

After helping you dress up for the night and setting up your bed, your maids take your leave for the night, only Somi remaining by your side.

"Do you think I'll see the King tomorrow? It's queer but I'd like to know what my future husband looks like, at least."

Somi sighs, "I don't think it's allowed, my lady. I believe you can only see his Majesty on your wedding day. A month from now."

You're oddly disappointed. You had dreamt so many nights of seeing the King, holding his hand, being by his side, yet the King in those dreams often never had a face.

Was it wrong to yearn to look at your future husband's face? Just once?

A subtle knock on your door startles the both of you.

"Yes?"

"My lady, the King is here to see you." Your handmaid almost whispers the words through the door.

With unparalleled urgency, Somi helps you straighten your clothes and rushes off towards the door.

"Your majesty." The maids and Somi greet him with the customary bow, while you purse your lips in a line, head hanging in a subtle bow.

Your heart hammers against your chest. It's so loud, you're sure even the King could hear it.

"Please give us some privacy." The King commands.

And you heart beats faster on hearing his voice for the first time. Gentle, yet authoritative, just like you'd dreamt.

When Somi closes the door behind her, you almost regret wishing to see your future husband. The proximity makes you nervous and you could only hope you'd not faint in front of him.

"My lady, you may rise."

You'd almost forgotten you were still bowing to him. You mentally slap yourself.

"Y-yes, your majesty. " your voice comes out as an embarrassing squeak, your eyes still on the ground.

You'd prayed for this moment for years, y/n. Why couldn't you just meet his eyes?

As if sensing your inner conflict, the King takes two long strides towards you and hooks his index finger under your chin, sending a chill down your body.

"My lady, please look at me."

And you do.

And he's like everything you'd ever wished for.

Perfect, like a beautifully crafted sculpture.

His soft brown locks, his rosy lips, the subtle mischief in his eyes. Everything is perfect.

"Y-yes, your majesty. Sorry." You mumble.

The king smiles, rubbing circles into your cheeks.

"You may call me Changbin when we're alone."

You nod.

"I just came to ask if you're finding your new residence comfortable. We both shall be busy with lessons tomorrow onwards so I figured tonight would be a good time to visit my bride."

His bride? His bride?

Your legs feel weak.

"I'm finding it extremely comfortable, your majesty. Thank you for your hospitality. "

Changbin let's out a low chuckle, leaning towards you. His lips hover inches above yours. And when he speaks, you feel hot air on your lips, "I told you, y/n. Call me Changbin."

You frantically nod.

"Good. Better be careful next time, my bride."

When you wake up the next morning, you're sure you'd dreamt everything that happened last night.

But apparently not.

"The King is a dashing young man." Somi teases as she lathers a concoction of herbs into your hair. "You're lucky, my lady. He seems to be a gentleman."

But you are too caught up in your thoughts to reply to her.

Did the king of Joseon really come all the way to the Detached Palace to see you? What if he's disappointed with how you had reacted? But he shouldn't blame you at all.

You had not been expecting anyone yesterday night, especially not him. But he did come to you. And he touched your chin. If you focus hard enough, you could feel his touch lingering in the area.

"My lady?" Somi clicks her fingers in front of your eyes, "Come back to earth. We have to get you ready for the classes today."

Blushing, you reply, "What classes do I have today?"

You had three classes today: Palace etiquette, literature and what Somi insists most important: lessons on reproduction.

While Palace etiquette mostly includes lesson on how to behave with Royal elders, ministers, maids, the King, literature includes important pieces of literature that are important for a woman.

And lastly, the most dreaded time arrived.

The reproduction lessons.

The tutor shows you all sorts of obnoxious hand movements and some drawings of couples in intimate positions. You feel uncomfortable from the beginning till the end.

A woman at least five decades older than you is teaching you about intimacy? Very awkward, to say the least.

But you heave a sigh of relief when the classes end for the day and you make your way to your room in the Detached palace.

"It's just the first day, Somi and I'm already tired to the bone." You say, kicking your shoes off.

"Well, it's going to be a lifetime of time this now, my lady. And you best be prepared for it."

You reply Somi with silence. But her words make you wonder. If this palace life would ever be less tiring someday? Would it even be worth it?

Perhaps not.

But King Changbin 's face flashes in front of your eyes; his sparkling eyes, mischievous grin, his feather like touch- maybe he is what will make everything worth it.

That night, after your maids get your bed ready while Somi is combing your hair, a familiar announcement echoes through the corridors of the Detached Palace.

"My lady, the King is here to see you."

His smiling face peeps through the doors as your maids hurry out of the room. He wears blue silk robes, and you feel weaker in his presence than you did yesterday.

"Did you miss me, y/n?"

And thus begins a month of secret nightly visits by the King of Joseon to the Detached Palace.

Everyday, you wake up looking forward to the time when King Changbin would come knocking at your doors, always up to some jesting.

Sometimes, he brings you fruits you'd mentioned you liked or he tells you stories from his childhood. At other times, he tells you about that one teacher he will hate till the end of time.

But most times, he spends his time listening to you talk- about everything and everyone, about the skies and gods, about ghosts and afterlife, about favourite foods and literature. After you'd overcome the initial shyness, opening upto Changbin was as easy as breathing, almost natural. Of course, you were still nervous around him, but it's a feeling you'd come to like.

Is this what the writers and poets describe as 'butterflies'?

"Do you think I'll make a good Queen?" You ask him one night. He sits in front you on a cushion, across the room, a position you told him is appropriate for two unwed people (although he did not agree to it initially).

If your nightly shenanigans were to be ever discovered by anyone, you would not want to be found in close proximity to each other even though you were betrothed to each other. He's breaking Palace rules everyday as it is.

He hums, "Of course! I think you'll make a great Queen. You're so good at your lessons already."

"That does not guarantee anything. I might not be good at taking the responsibilities."

"Do you trust my judgment, y/n? I think you'll make a great Queen. And even if you are overwhelmed, I shall always be here."

That night he leaves earlier than he usually does, owing to the fact that tomorrow is the day where his concubines are to be welcomed into the palace. Five of them.

The thought leaves you feeling bitter and dejected, but you make sure to not make those feelings obvious. This is a rule for Kings, to take as many concubines as possible to ensure the continuation of the blood line.

"Don't worry, my lady. Your rank in the palace is above these petty concubines. They will not mess with you." Somi comforts your thoughts the next day.

"But what if Changbin favors them more?"

Somi does not reply to that question.

On your 18th birthday, your father had promised to you that he would make you the Queen of this country. He kept his promise because here you are, after five years, getting dressed to be married to the most powerful man in the country.

Your father always insisted that powerful men do not love but Changbin's sparkling eyes always contradicted everything your father had taught. Nevertheless, you know the competitiveness among the concubines for the King's affection is mad. More often than not, even the Queen gets involved in petty fights.

But you try to remove all thoughts of your father and the concubines today. Because today, you are to be married to King Changbin. From today, your name will be written in the historical logs of the Royal family. From today, a new life begins.

"Are you okay, my lady?" Somi asks, "You look worried."

"I'm fine. Just hope the ceremony goes well."

The ceremony does go well and in all honesty, you were not worried about the ceremony itself. You were worried about the aftermath.

The maids guide you to your new palace, and get you dressed in white robes for the wedding night. The night when you will finally meet Changbin as his wife. The butterflies swim around in your belly.

The bed is decorated with flower petals and a few candles are lit. Everything is perfect.

"The King is here." One of your ladies in waiting announce and you get up to greet your husband.

The maids leave the room as the doors slide open and Changbin steps in, also dressed in white robes. He looks dashing, but his signature grin is nowhere to be found.

When the doors close behind him, he walks past you to the bed, the scent of liquor evident in his breath.

"Have you been drinking, your majesty?" You ask him, worried by his odd behavior.

What was wrong with him? Why wouldn't he even bother to meet your eyes?

"Changbin." He slurs, wrapping the blankets around him, "Call me Changbin."

He turns away from you and is snoring away in no time.

The butterflies in your stomach flutter around before dropping dead.

You did not sleep that night. Even though you were sleeping next to the man you love, you felt lonelier than ever.

Many times during the night, you consider walking out of the bed chamber to the servants quarter so you could talk to Somi. But you couldn't do that. Because you were now the Queen of this country and every single step you take will have its repercussions.

When morning comes, Changbin wakes up in a haste and greets you with a subtle nod and walks out of the chamber in long strides.

You well the tears back. It's your first day as Queen and hadn't he always promised to be there when you were overwhelmed? Had he lied? Or was it Changbin's doppelganger who visited you every night in the Detached palace?

Somi comes in a few minutes later with an excited smile on her face.

When she does your hair for the day, she asks, "So, how was the wedding night?"

You want to answer her truthfully - how cold Changbin had been, how he had not even looked at you let alone touch you, how you think he had changed almost overnight. But you see the prying eyes of the other palace maids and swallow your sadness.

"It was perfect. Like everything I'd ever hoped for."

"He was gentle, I hope." She says through a grin, but it feels like someone pouring alcohol on an open wound.

"Yes. He was."

As part of royal customs, the new bride is supposed to visit the senior most female member of the family and greet her. In your case, the member happens to King Changbin's mother.

Somi dresses you in the most exquisite silks and adorns your hair with the most precious flower but you feel nothing at all when everyone compliments you on the way out of your new Queen's palace.

Your mother in law's palace is a little far from the Queen's palace yet it is as beautiful as any other palace. From inside as well as outside.

"Greetings, your majesty. It is nice to meet you." You bow in front of the Queen Dowager.

The woman-not more than sixty years of age- looks at you with a gentle smile.

"Come in, y/n. Please be at ease."

You're seated in front of her on a cushion while the Queen Dowager's maids serve you breakfast.

"I hope your first day here goes well, my child. Our family is thrilled to have you." She says.

"The pleasure is all mine, your majesty. I am honored to be a part of this family." You say.

In the back of your mind, you wonder if Changbin is thrilled to have you or not. Probably not.

The mere thought of yesterday's rejection stings.

"Y/n, truth be told, my son is a quite a troubled man. His father was murdered in front of his eyes. He was made the king when he was only 16 years old. It's been 7 years since then, but the burden only gets worse. I hope you, as a Queen and as his wife, can help him lessen these burdens. Can you do that?" The Queen Dowager asks again, sipping tea from a small cup.

"I will do everything I can to help him." If only he'd let you.

"Good, good. I'm glad. And one more thing, y/n, you know as Queen one of your primary duties is to produce an heir for Changbin's throne. I hope you're working on that, yes?"

Heat reaches your cheeks. If only the poor woman knew what her dear son had done last night. If his behavior continues, perhaps it will be long before the Queen Dowager sees the face of a royal grandchild.

"We are trying, your majesty. We will not disappoint you." You reply, sipping tea from your own cup.

"Great! I shall send all types of herbs and tonics to help you conceive as fast as possible. I shall also draw up a chart after consulting the astrologer..." the Queen Dowager's voice fades into the background as your mind drifts off to the nights in the Detached palace, when Changbin would come and spend all his free time with you, against the rules of the palace. At that time, you had been sure that producing an heir would be a beautiful process, not a chore.

But Changbin does not even treat the thought like a chore.

Did he not love you? Did his Royal duties burden him too much?

When you leave the Queen Dowager's palace, you walk past The King's palace. It is as beautiful and majestic as they say. But you wonder if you'll ever be able to set foot in the same.

As if on cue, you see Concubine Jung walking out of the King's palace, her maids behind her. The butterflies in your stomach burn with jealousy.

She has a smirk on her face when she sees you.

"Eun, did you know there's a rumor around the palace that the King refused to sleep with the Queen last night? Sad, isn't it?" Concubine Jung says.

One of her maids giggle and nod, "Of course! How could the Queen even live with this shame?"

You cry yourself to sleep that night, while Somi does everything in her abilities to soothe you.

Needless to say, nothing worked.

"My lady, wake up. The King has invited you to breakfast with him." Somi informs one morning, six months after your wedding.

"Tell him I have a bad stomach bug. I cannot go."

You'd be found dead before sharing a meal with him and that obnoxious Concubine Jung. You'd shared enough meals with them already.

The past months, the King had not visited you even once but often you'd see him walking the gardens with Concubine Jung at his side.

After the first few weeks, you had no tears left to shed anymore so when the rumor came in last month that Concubine Jung might be pregnant, your eyes do not water no matter how much you force yourself to cry.

"I do not wish to congratulate them." You say, true and plain.

"My lady, he's invited only you. Not anyone else."

So you agree. As a last attempt to make your marriage work, even if it's just for your own sake.

Somi dresses you in green robes- The King's favorite. You quickly make your way to his palace, as if someone else would take your place if you didn't hurry. It's sad your thoughts had turned so negative in just half a year in the palace.

Your father had told you the King would take in many lovers during his lifetime, and that being Queen is about having power, not being loved.

But you think he didn't warn you enough. He didn't warn you how lonely it would be to sleep on the cold bed every night, how painful it would be to see the King smile at someone else.

Even if you did wish for a child, how could you produce you a child without Changbin?

"Good morning, your majesty." You say to him when you enter his bed chamber. It smells like cinnamon, a smell he'd often carry with himself back when he used to visit you at the Detached palace. Back when you were sure the king had been in love with you.

"Hello, my Queen. Please have a seat."

The butterflies dance around for a split second.

"Did you sleep well last night?" He asks, taking a seat in front of you.

"Yes." Lies. "Thank you for inviting me over."

When the maids leave the both of you alone, his demeanor changes.

"Actually, y/n, I had something to talk to you about." He says, casually, as if he hadn't been hurting you everyday for the past few months.

"What is it?" You ask.

He sighs, "It's mother. Ever since that rumor of Concubine Jung being pregnant spread. She wants the first grandchild to be of the Queen."

His words do not faze you, "How can I help you, Changbin?"

He frowns. Since when had your tone become this melancholic?

"Um, so if I have your consent, I'd like to try for a child tomorrow night. We'll see how that goes, yeah?"

"Okay. I will be honored." You say.

You finish up the food quickly and almost slide the doors open when he grabs your arm from behind.

"Y/n, what is it? Did something happen? Are your parents well?"

"My parents are well enough, thank you for asking." You say, keeping your eyes on the ground.

"Then? What happened? Is it Concubine Jung? Really, you did not have to be jealous of her. She's not pregnant. I can assure you of that. I have not consummated my marriage with any one of the concubines."

His words seem to have an effect on you. Your heart blossoms with hope but you keep your face and voice neutral.

"I am not jealous, Changbin. If one of the concubines get pregnant, I shall wish you both well."

You force your arm out of his grip and walk out the palace, not looking back once.

Changbin's stares at your leaving figure, now worried beyond relief that he might have broken the one person he cared for the most by his pursuits of a greater good.

While the past few months for you had been filled with loneliness, for Changbin it was almost the same-if not worse.

The first night of your marriage was filled with as many butterflies for him, as it was for you.

He had fallen in love with you and he wasn't afraid to show the world how much you meant to him. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, make love to you. And he had all plans to do that on the first night.

But that was until he had overheard a secret conversation between Concubine Jung and her father- Minister Jung.

For all he knew, Minister Jung had always wanted his daughter to be the Queen but being the dim-wit that she was, Concubine Jung could not even get through the first stage.

"Father, it's been two days since I'd been in the palace and that man has not visited me once. He had not even asked for my name the day of the welcoming. What kind of man is he? And you say I am to be Queen!"

"Hush, child. In this palace, even the walls are listening. Be careful. And as far as the position of Queen is concerned, you need not worry. If the King does bed the Queen tonight and she get pregnant, we shall make sure her pregnancy terminates before maturity. I have connections with all sorts of medicine vendors in the country, be assured, she shall never see the face of a child. After we weaken the Queen, we can take her throne as easily!"

Changbin had wanted to laugh at the man's foolish plans but deep down, he was worried as well. For you.

Which is why he pushed you away for so long and kept Concubine Jung close. While she tried everything in her power to seduce him, he refused her under the pretense of keeping an oath of abstinence for a year.

Every time she tried to even hold his hand, Changbin thought of you; your innocent eyes, your talks, your wit, your hands, your beautiful hair. No woman could make him feel like you do.

Changbin's secret informants had confirmed that Minister Jung had not one but two houses full of gold and cash he'd collected as illegal taxes from the local people. He'd also sometimes force husbands to send their wives to him in exchange for money. Even the thought nauseated Changbin.

Every time Concubine Jung visited, he made sure to collect some sort of evidence through her. He even visited her every night and while she snored away, he stole some of her gold jewlery and clothes to get them checked as evidence of the illegal taxes her father had been collecting.

And sure enough, after a few months of spying on her and her father, Changbin had gathered enough evidence by now to expose both of them at the court.

But he realised quickly that Minister Jung had a few tricks up his sleeves as well. The rumor of his daughter's pregnancy would make it difficult for Changbin to expose him easily, and so Changbin waited every night that the rumors would die down so he could run to the Queen's Palace and hug you with all his might. You were not safe unless the father and daughter were deposed.

And for some selfish reasons, Changbin had hoped you'd understand the reason behind his distance. But no woman could find a logical reason behind her lover being absent and it was horribly wrong for him to expect you to do the same.

"Are you stupid?" His friend, the eccentric dancer Minho had asked him.

Changbin had told him how coldly you'd behaved this afternoon when he'd asked you if you wished to try for a child. Most women would giggle and blush. But you were like a statue.

"You push her away for months and make her feel lonely and not loved and what not and you have the audacity to ask her that?"

"Well, yes. Mother had been pressuring me for a child and obviously, even with the pressure, I would never do anything that y/n would not have wanted but I thought it would be a great way to reconnect with her. Even if it didn't end in child making or whatever."

Minho let's out a frustrated groan, "You have to learn so much, Bin. But let's start with this- be honest with her. She's your wife and you ought to tell her everything. Give answers to all her questions and hold her hand if she let's you. Small steps first, a child can wait."

Changbin nods, " Okay, should I go to her right now?"

"Yes, you idiot!" Minho says, earning a slap on the arm from The King of Joseon.

He should be glad he's not being beheaded for calling the King an idiot.

You're almost done getting ready for bed when the lady in waiting makes an unexpected announcement .

"My lady, the King is here to see you."

Your heart leaps and the butterflies come alive again only to die down once you realise why he might be there. For a child. Isn't that why he's here? Isn't that why people get married in the first place?

"Y/n." He sighs when he enters the room, almost out of relief. He purses his lips.

"Is there anything I could help you with?" You ask.

Oh, how badly he'd hurt you. He could see the hurt in your eyes, in your voice, in your mannerisms.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I really am. I know I have caused you pain and I cannot imagine how lonely it must have been. But I hope you know that I really do love you and only you."

"Then why the distance? Why visit Concubine Jung every night?" You ask, hands on your hips.

The tears that had left you threatened to return again.

And he tells you everything. From the conversation he overheard to how insistently Concubine Jung asked him for a child to how much solid proof he'd collected over the months and how he'd sent those evidences to the Minister of Security, who in turn ensured that by tomorrow the Jungs will out of the palace and be imprisoned for life.

It all makes sense to you now, of course it does. Yet you feel guilty. He'd been trying to protect you, all this while.

"I'm sorry, Changbin. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I only-"

"Don't apologize, y/n. It's me that should apologize. I should have somehow tried to contact you and tell you about everything. I'm-"

"No, no, Please. Don't. You only tried to protect me and-"

"No, y/n, it's all my fault, please-"

Somi overhears the entire conversation through the door, her mind finally relaxing after the misunderstanding had been solved between you and the King. She could no longer stand you being this sad. And she somehow knew King Changbin had his own reasons for his behavior.

She hears soft sounds of kissing through the door and takes it as a sign to move away from the door, and join the other maids waiting outside the palace door. She smiles to herself.

The butterflies burn with passion.

"I do not wish for a child this early. I want to be here like this with you for a while, just y/n and Changbin and maybe two or three years later, we could try for a child. What do you think?"

When he kissed you initially, you half expected this to end up in the bed. But it did. And you're glad it did.

The butterflies bloom more than ever.

You're wrapped in his arms, tightly. The nakedness no longer bothering the either of you.

"I agree. I want to be this close to you every night, not as a Queen or the mother of your child. But as y/n. As your wife."

Changbin draws his face closer to you, pecking you on the lips, "And so you shall, my love."

And so you shall.

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"Melting"

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— ♬ "Melting like an ice cream when you smile"

— ♬ Akaashi x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, gen reader, neighbors to lovers, no beta

Moving into a new apartment complex marked a new journey in your life. A new journey means changes, and changes lead to adjustments, which truthfully you weren't a fan of. Somehow moving into your new place became a hassle, to be fair, you were doing all of the moving alone and you had a ton of stuff that held way too much sentimental value to get rid of. So, the first day felt like you were about to snap your spine in half.

"Three more boxes to go"

You groan as you settle a box in the living room. Sweat trickled down your face and your back as you went to fetch another of your boxes. As you reached to pick up the unsuspecting box, you didn't anticipate the weight it held that sent you almost stumbling back and losing your balance.

"Oof-"

Your body tilts backward with the box in hand when suddenly a pair of firm hands catch your shoulders, stopping you from falling. You momentarily freeze at the sensation of large hands keeping you in place.

"Are you okay?"

A deep but velvety voice sends your heart to a screeching halt. Your head whips around to be violently smacked in the face by the sheer beauty this stranger held. Gunmetal blue eyes, dark hair, thin-framed glasses, and a face sculpted by gods? Your breath hitches.

"Oh! I-uh..."

"Do you need help with your boxes?"

You were nearly about to decline until you bit your tongue and nodded to the handsome man. You stood there like an idiot gawking at this tall pretty guy carry two of your boxes inside your apartment without breaking a sweat. Oh, he must be packing under those layers of clothing. You shake your head hoping it will dust off the heat on your cheeks.

"Th-thank you for helping me out! I'm [Name] by the way"

"I'm Akaashi and you're welcome. Let me know if you need any more help"

He gives you a curt smile that makes your toes curl as you watch him retreat inside his apartment next to yours. Oh my god, this hot dude is your neighbor, talk about luck. When you enter back inside your place with tons of boxes to unload, that's when you begin to melt replaying the moment his hands held your shoulders.

Only weeks later your tiny crush on Akaashi developed further to full-on attraction that you're too shy to admit. Denial was futile not when he's so gorgeous and has a heart of gold. Akaashi makes you revert to a high school student giggling about their first crush. You're a grown adult yet you can't help but leave tiny notes on his mail whenever you pass by his door, like a student would to their crush's locker.

You are my church, you are my place of worship. I heard you're the plug, can I be the circuit?

When Akaashi finds this unusual note sticking out of his junk mail, he is perplexed. It was written in cursive and on pink paper...oh. He pauses. It almost resembles a deja vu moment. Nonetheless, it feels familiar and reminds him of when he was younger. Akaashi thinks if this note just happens to accidentally get mixed up with his mail. It was a possibility considering his name was not on the love note, or anybody's name for that matter. He scratches his head but discards the note under a stack of paperwork on his desk.

When I got court, I hope that you're the verdict. When you're around, my insides turn inverted

You delicately wrote on a piece of light pink paper with your fountain pen, it's been a while since you've written in cursive but you made an effort. You waited until the coast was clear as you snuck the folded note between Akaashi's daily stack of junk mail by his door before slipping off to leave and get groceries. Coincidentally, you meet him at the nearby supermarket. You go short-circuited when he offers you a smile and wave as you awkwardly return the gesture. God, you feel like melting again.

Take one look at you, you're heaven's incarnate. What is this spell, baby? Please show some mercy

Akaashi has been staring at this love note for thirty minutes already, unable to decipher what he felt. This was the third letter he had received and he had concluded that it wasn't accidental. Someone was intentionally sending him love notes. He tucks the note along with the others inside his favorite book and sits back. He feels like a high schooler contemplating their emotions after receiving their first confession in their locker. Akaashi has experienced this before and even politely rejected some of those love letters back in high school because romance wasn't a priority back then but now, he doesn't know what to do but wait until this secret admirer sends another note.

Melting like an ice cream when you smile. Melting, you're a daydream, stay a while

You're stuck in your apartment on a day of watching YouTube videos. Your search history was embarrassing. You recently snuck another note in Akaashi's mail and you're here praying you'll learn to be funny, so you're watching every stand-up comedy. You hoped that it'll at least rub off on you so Akaashi will smile at everything you say. You screamed against your hands, you truly felt like a frustrated teenager and hopelessly crushing on someone out of their league. But something in your heart tells you to persist or maybe you're delusional thinking your neighbor will return your feelings.

You got some soft lips and some pearly whites. I wanna touch them in the dead of night

For the first time, Akaashi smiles at the love note he has received. Albeit, small but visible. Something stirred in his chest that he had to double-take. He re-reads the note over and over again, he assumes that his secret admirer is a true romantic, and something about it makes his insides go fuzzy. He has zero clue about who could be giving him love notes, but god he wants to know.

Your smile ignites just like a candlelight. Then somehow, I know everything's alright

You wrote another letter and you were about to stick it in Akaashi's junk mail as always when you almost got caught. Thankfully, you slip the note in your pocket when Akaashi goes to pick up his mail, you pout, and you realize you're a second late to sneak your note. Your neighbor notices you and waves.

"Hi, [Name]"

"Hey, Akaashi"

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

He asks you as you nod, curiosity burning through your eyes. Akaashi invites you into his apartment and stores away his mail. Your heart stops when he shows you the oh-so-familiar pink note, and your flight or fight instincts almost go off. But you stiffy sat there, hoping your oblivious facade wouldn't give anything away.

"So, I've been getting these love notes for five days straight and I don't have the faintest idea who could be giving me these"

Akaashi shows you the love notes you've been anonymously giving him and you pretend to inspect them while deep in thought.

"Hm, it could be one of our neighbors"

"I'm not close with anyone besides you, [Name]"

"Oh"

God, you hope the blush won't be evident on your face. You pretend to cough on your hand to cover your face as you try to make up an excuse to leave because you have no idea how long you'll last without crumbling in front of Akaashi.

"I'll let you know if I find someone suspicious"

"Okay"

Akaashi watches you leave his apartment, seemingly in a rush. He sighed and was about to sit back in his office when he noticed a folded pink piece of paper left on his couch, right where you sat. He holds his breath picks up the note and unfolds it to reveal the same cursive handwriting to his secret admirer. His mouth goes agape. He didn't want to jump to conclusions but if he were right and you were his secret admirer, he wouldn't be more glad.

"Shit! Where's the note?!"

You searched all your pockets to find the note you previously wrote for Akaashi but never got to drop it off missing. Then your sweat turns cold, did it slip from your pocket and land on Akaashi's couch? There is no way. You grabbed a nearby pillow and screamed against it. You were beyond mortified. That's it, you're moving places again, probably in another country. Preferably while also changing your clothes, your hair, your face, and your name. It was impossible to look Akaashi in the eye anymore once he found that note and discovered you're his secret admirer, you doubt the guy has feelings for you in the first place.

You hugged your pillow and frowned, you shouldn't have done that. When you're about to sulk in your room and play some sad music to help you make you feel even more pathetic, a knock on your door interrupts you. Your stomach drops, you know it is Akaashi. Great, just fucking great. Maybe you should jump out of your window and escape? Or maybe just ignore him until he goes away? Or maybe just face him like a grown adult. You sighed and swallowed your fear as you dragged your feet towards the door.

Astoundingly, Akaashi was standing at your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You let out a silent gasp. Your neighbor was giving you a smile that never fails to make you melt.

"[Name]"

"Akaashi, what's...what's this about?"

"I know about the notes, I know it was you"

"Oh. But why give me [Favorite flowers]?"

"Because I want to give it a shot. I want to let you know that you also make me melt like ice cream when you smile"

Hold up, could someone pinch you awake holy shit this feels so surreal. You stumble over your words before ultimately letting out a laugh, there was no way that your delusions came true and that you have an actual fucking shot with Akaashi Keiji. He stands there patiently, waiting for your answer.

"Are...are you for real?"

"I wouldn't have gotten to know you and what flowers you liked if I didn't like you"

"Holy shit, yes!"

You squeal as you go over to hug Akaashi, almost knocking the bouquet out of his hands. He laughs and holds you securely in his arms while his heart pounded wildly against his ribcage. When you both pull away and he sees that perfect smile of yours he never gets tired of seeing every day, he feels beyond ecstatic, fuzzy, and most of all, he feels melting like ice cream.

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 8 months

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LIZZ LIZZ LIZZ YOU HAVE TO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE!!

What about a yandere! Prosecutor was Detective! Darling~ (oooh I'm so excited about this one). This detective darling is a clumsy yet smartest detective in the state. Our yan! Prosecutor is said to be the best in the country (i hope you know the difference b/w prosecutor and attorney for this one). Once they are teamed up against some big bad mob boss (you could do a lore here with mafias you have already AHHHH). And our yan is just so into his darling... but he doesn't like how others seems to be on her mind more than he'd like them to be (honestly he just wants his cute lil' detective all for himself) so, oops he commits a cute little crime as well (torturing and killing no, mutilating criminals who he previously worked against is not so cute if you ask me, but it's all fair, they were criminals to begin with darling!) and drops hints for his lovee~ a new serial killer is on rise and that taking a toll on darling but he loves it now he has her full attention, one way or another hehe :3

-🌼

yandere! male! killer! Prosecutor x fem! Detective! Darling

oh god I have to bend over backwards to remember what's the difference. It's been quite a WHILE since I did anything related to Law, and ace attorney. But I hope I did well? ASdhaKLJd I dunno.

ALSO, I LOVE THE IDEA! Mystery/Detective ain't for me though, so I did scrimp some ideas off of the floor since it's kind of hard. But anything for you, 🌼anon!

Another long fic as sorry for being away for so long!

Yandere! Prosecutor name: Yuta

TW: Drugs (I don't know if there's an irl drug with the same symptoms I mentioned, since i'm only writing what I can think of.), Bullying

Blaring red and blue lights, mismatched furniture upturned and wrecked beyond recognition, a house filled with used and unused drug paraphernalia, blood, bullets, the sing-y gunpowder smell, and the aftermath of a bloody confrontation between two opposite ends of the society.

The Silas mafia just had their hand on a powerful drug, and is spreading them throughout the population without any kind of remorse. It's a hallucinogenic that can induce a coma like state to a human, giving them the most ecstasy in their dreams, and making them yearn for more once done. But what's detrimental is that it wears out their nervous system and cardiovascular system when long term usage is induced. It can also cause schizophrenia, paranoia, and loss of appetite. Inducing a zombie like state.

A man in a simple turtleneck, pants, and black polished shoes entered the scene, asking the policemen and investigators on what they have discovered. They all bowed down their head respectfully, and told him that they have caught the right hand man of the Silas mafia, making him smile in satisfaction.

It's unusual for the prosecutor to be so invested in a case, let alone be in the crime scene itself. But the personnel just cooked it up to him being the best prosecutor there is, so he needs to be there personally on what could be the biggest case yet when it comes to the underground illegal scene.

Yuta, a man regarded as the absolute order in this city. Whichever case his hands pry on, it is sure and secured that the guilty verdict lands on the hands of the judge and the victim, along with the not so poor suspect.

Although, he doesn't take on cases that he knew the suspect isn't what they seem. They may be the actual victims, or that the investigation isn't complete, or that the charges are too small and needs to be delved down further.

When asked about the cases he doesn't take, Yuta would only say that it's his gut feeling. And his gut feeling never betrayed him. With this, he never lost a case.

Outside of the court of Justice, Yuta is your typical boy next door. Nice, friendly, a gentleman. Smart beyond his years AND handsome? It's no wonder people feel at ease with this stable man.

Although, one could see that he's actively putting up barriers. It's as if he doesn't want to get involved with people at all. That also meant dating is off of his calendar.

When asked once more why, he says that being a prosecutor, nay, a servant of the law is a dangerous career for a lover to have, let alone a spouse. He can't forgive himself if something happens to his family if they got harmed because of his work! He has received death threats and actual attacks, so he can't bare the thought of somebody getting wrapped up in this convoluted profession of his!

Yada yada yada...

While the people cried out for the soft heart that is Yuta, Yuta sighs and rolls his eyes.

In reality, people are such a hassle and a bother to his work.

They're distractions, and nothing but a liability. And if they actually end up dead, he'll be the one to blame.

Besides, they're not...

Yuta's eyes landed on you, the detective assigned to this case amongst others also. His heart raced a bit, eyes softening.

"Hey there detective~" A slightly flirtatious voice only you caught wafted from his soft lips. His eyes bending ever so slightly.

Oh, how in love he is with you.

You flinched a bit, not expecting Yuta to be here.

"Oh! Yuta! Hi..." you cleared your throat, a bit awkward. He gave a small smirk at your awkwardness, clearly enjoying the uncomfortable look you gave him.

"Hey, i'll be actively present in the case this time around." He said in a slightly happy voice. Making sure you're the only one who caught the happy tone. "And i've decided to help in the investigation."

With Yuta making sure that his voice was loud, everyone heard it. They almost stumbled back from shock.

THE Yuta personally helping this case?

Was this actually okay?

So many questions popped up in their head, but all Yuta could see is you, squirming under his heated gaze.

"So, let's go, partner?" He whispered sweetly, his hand gripping your forearm a bit too tight with his body pressed against your back a bit too intimately for your taste.

If only he didn't confess the night before...

Yuta came from a distinguished family of a long line of law personnel. Attorneys, judges, prosecutors, some even ventured to politics in general.

Despite being geniuses in their own accord, Yuta is a different breed. With no failed cases under his belt, and his arguments that is guaranteed to win with no hiccups, he's a one of a kind in his family.

In a law firm in which he oversees with his parents that was passed down from generation to generation, he made sure to only hire the best of the bests, nobody that will ruin the reputation of the law firm.

They also frequently partner with police investigators and detectives to help the cases they got. And made sure no conflicting cases will be at the law firm to avoid a hostile environment between prosecutors and attorneys.

This made an environment in which allowed for these people to advance and grow in their career without any kind of external stress except in their cases.

Back when Yuta was still a wee lad in law school, their University had a Criminal Justice course. At first, Yuta didn't care much about other courses, but had to see if his future possible partners are... Nitwits.

So, walking around the crim building was a bit jarring. Since it also houses future police and soldiers. Once he got to see the crim justice students, only one student caught his eye. And it's your friend.

She's smart, almost too smart. She's acing every test left and right apparently from the records and intel he got. Pretty also, she was your course's muse even due to how perfect she is.

Yuta was still quite naive back then, and was thoroughly impressed by her skills and intelligence that he decided to get to know her more.

Your friend, Shiela, was ecstatic. She knew who he was and how prestigious his family was. She's boastful and arrogant, knowing she bagged the heir of a highly valuable law firm.

The next few months was painful to say the least.

Shiela was never your friend.

She was your bully back in elementary and middle school. And both of you met up in University with how the both of you enrolled in the same course.

Unlucky you, you got snatched away from making potential friends when she latched her slimy and grubby hands on you. With her not knowing anyone, she gripped the arm of the only person she knew.

And of course, she never learned.

It's hypocritical how she's in criminal justice when she herself can be a potential suspect of a bullying case if you succumbed to her wiles. Of course, you never did, but...

She used you to make her homeworks, projects, even pinched you to help her every time she can't answer oral recitations for you to discreetly coach her. If you got caught trying to tell her the answers, she would blame you, saying that you were coaching, and insulting her intelligence by coaching you.

You never had the backbone to retaliate really, seeing as years of being bullied by her took a toll on your mind that you became instantaneously submissive to her.

But all of these arrogance ended when Yuta exposed the truth.

A bullying case, you were forced under Shiela to do her bidding, dealing psychological damage and trauma. Forcing you to do her activities, physical assault, and is essentially tormenting you for years upon years. Yuta, the man who got together with Shiela to expose her wrongdoings, was actually more interested in you, the real genius amongst the two. And for the first time, he cannot just let this slide.

The case got to court, and Shiela was expelled from the University with no recommendation and a smeared portfolio, alongside paying a hefty sum of fines with being imprisoned for three years.

It was wild, considering most countries doesn't account jail time for punishment, but Yuta made it possible.

You owed Yuta your life. And the both of you became unlikely friends.

Friends... Yuta doesn't like that term when he's utterly in love with you.

He saw you as this clumsy and poor girl who needs his help. Someone so helpless and so meek that his heart aches whenever he thinks of you being under that wretched bitch for so long. You're so smart, yet so dull against the scorching and burning light of Shiela. It's no wonder that you were dubbed as her moon. Always catching her light and not emitting your own.

Well, so what? The sun is irritating to him, and the moon has always been a sanctuary of peace in his mind. And he'll always have that sanctuary in his heart, and close to his body.

Yuta is patient when it comes with you. Helping you regain your confidence and strength, alongside your self-esteem. He had this sick sense of gratitude and ownership on you due to being the one to liberate you from your bully. Now, if you would just let him love you romantically, it would be nice.

But he knew he had to wait. And wait he did.

Years later, with him being this bigshot of a prosecutor and you a genius detective who solved mysteries and crimes in a jiffy, both of you were unstoppable.

Not until one day, at Yuta's birthday, he invited you for a simple drink in his house while eating steak he personally cooked.

This was no foreign event. He usually invites you to eat or drink whenever you or him got a successful case under the bag. And you thought this would be no different, but...

"Yuta... Not there..."

"Not here? Then how about..."

"Ngh~!"

"So this is your sweet spot?"

It was just supposed to be drinks. That's it.

But now you're under him, moaning in delight as he touches and pleasures you in ways you don't even know. Of course you won't know. He made sure you never got lovers after all.

A drunk confession from his lips got pass him when the both of you were just talking about life, and when you got to the topic of romance. You wanted to experience it, and Yuta got frustrated on how you were so dense!

So he confessed, and took your sweet lips upon his.

God, was it a night to remember for the both of you as the line between friends, coworkers, and potential lovers got extremely blurred.

But you, sweet you, decided to run away from his condo the morning after that. You just can't handle the fact that Yuta confessed his feelings for you, and slept together in a drunken one night stand.

And the rest is history, with you being awkward with Yuta. After all, it was just yesterday when that happened.

And Yuta didn't like that.

With this new case taken over by you and Yuta, you had no choice but to talk with him.

You really tried to ignore him, but what can ignoring do when he's always at your beck and call when you tripped over something, lil ol' clumsy you?

His arm would wrap around your waist with a little squeeze on your stomach, sending shivers down your spine.

"Darling..." The new pet name made you gulp from how... Right is sounded. "Be careful, right? We're dealing with the mafia here. Especially someone of the statures of Silas. We can't just bring them down that easily."

You nodded frantically, wanting to get out of his grasp.

You knew how dangerous it was to go toe to toe with the mafia. Especially if tit's the stature of the Silas with the lead of Rowan. You also knew they're involved with their rival family, the Underworld ran by their boss, Hades.

Despite being just there, they can't just arrest them. They're too powerful for their own good to just barge in their territory. There's also the fact that they effectively influence the economy which made it harder.

Right now, you just wanted to solve this drug case.

At least, with this case, your mind will be occupied with something other than Yuta, right?

Days passed, weeks even. And you got to busy with the case that you neglected Yuta. You were so focused in solving the over drug usage within the city, and the drug distribution within the country.

Especially with the Silas' right hand man being a scapegoat, and is actually an innocent man all along.

You were getting frustrated by this.

They were so close, yet so far. You can't find the lead at all on where the factory was.

Even just the factory and the destruction of it was going to be enough!

While you were pounding on your poor little brain for more clues and outcomes to come out, Yuta was coldly watching.

At first, he thought that finally confessing would make you finally his. Your attention on him only, your pretty little mind just consumed with him wholly.

But this case...

This case was something he didn't expect at all.

Sure, he partnered up with you to make sure the drug case got solved, but you were so focused on the work that you forgot he actually confessed to you. You even ran away from him!

His jaw ticked, leaning on the door frame as you slaved away for a case that took your waking days.

You even forgot to take care of yourself...

And oh, was he angry at the fact that...

You pulled up suspected photos of Rowan and Hades, still not sure if these guys are the right at all. You were obsessed with solving this case. Absolutely devastated for the people who got victimized by the drug. Yuta clenched his teeth in anger, his eyes hostile.

He doesn't like that other men occupied your mind.

Your mind should only occupy him.

And only him.

"What do you mean there's a serial killer on the rise?"

A shiver shot up your spine when you heard the news from your chief.

He rubbed his chin and nodded, a bit troubled and disturbed.

"Yes, a new serial killer." He gulped, his face pale. "I can't believe in this day and age where it's impossible to hide things we still have this cases."

"When did it start? The killings?" You asked, now a bit more interested but absolutely terrified.

"About a month ago. The dead people had carvings in their skin. A heart..." The chief placed down pictures on your desk that made you gag. These were graphic photos of the dead bodies with markings on them. "They have a heart carving with the letter f/l/n (first letter of name) in it."

You gritted your teeth, cringing a bit. Really? It had to be the first letter of your name too?

This is just getting creepier and creepier.

"Pattern of victims? Or are they randomized?" You asked, trying not to look at the photos.

"They're actually criminals, with random innocents sprinkled through. But those innocents are from... Well, personnel from the law and criminal justice." You groaned. Great. This is gonna be harder than you thought.

You didn't want to be involved with this case at all, but the fact that the victims are criminals meant that this is gonna be a case that will be sensationalized to bits. Also, there's a high chance you're going to be the next victim due to the serial killer also killing other law personnel.

It also didn't help that the prosecutor in most of the cases these criminals are from...

"Yuta... Are you alright?" You asked him, a bit spooked.

Yuta was hospitalized from shock. He also almost became a victim. A huge gash on his chest. The signature killing move from the serial killer. And a heart carved on his thigh.

You felt sad for him, and anger arose. Who is this fucking serial killer? Why was he or she attacking them?

You almost had a melt down thinking about how Yuta almost died.

On the other side, Yuta hid a smile from you, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine. Here you are, being so consumed by worry and rage. He should have done this earlier!

Killing was also really fun! He got to kill the people that annoyed him greatly and mark them cutely with a heart.

Somehow, the world is in his favor as he never got caught.

Aw, poor little you, so consumed by him in your waking days and not those disgusting mafia men.

He raised a hand, carefully caressing your hair as you started to weep from the shock that he almost died.

Oh, don't worry, he's not that stupid to slash too deep!

Seeing so many murders that he personally became the prosecutors from, he knew what to do in order to escape jail and being caught. The perks of knowing too much really.

Should he ask you to help him solve the serial killer case? Maybe add a little bit of weeping and begging so you would focus on him and him only?

And, who should he frame?

A name came to his mind. Shiela! Of course. He should plan out who will be the next victims, and paint the picture in which Shiela got jealous of you being successful and wanting revenge... He'll personally be the prosecutor and make sure to rig Shiela's attorney...

And as the piece de resistance, he's sorry but he had to make you the last victim. He'll have to think how to frame Shiela in the same place as you, her slashing you in the way he did, then he would come to the rescue at the pretense of visiting your home to drink... Shiela, so consumed by her delusions would try to kill you but he saves the day.

But how would he do that?

Well, he already kidnapped Shiela, and the drugs! Yes the drugs. It did have hallucinogens in them after all. All he had to do is brainwash Shiela while using the drugs, then wait for the right time.

Oh how exciting!

And while that wait, he held your weeping form close, kissing the top of your head with a sadistic smirk.

This is gonna be fun.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months

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I'm been dreaming of the Trump Card of Hearts.

One card in a deck, and the world stacked against him. What can he hope to do by himself?

Simple: he'll be the one that trumps them all.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

Card Soldiers mob the courtroom. The trial has reconvened, the verdict drawn up. Excited whispers--rumors, theories--swirl around the onlookers in the circular stands.

At the center, a single man snorts.

They've come for free entertainment; to witness his execution.

"Order, order! I will have order in this court."

A gavel sounds from up above. Each strike against a block, the toll calling for his head to roll.

The audience automatically quiets.

A throat clears.

At the judge's bench is the Three of Clubs, anxiously gazing down through his spectacles. He's complicit, another mouthpiece for the Queen. No guts, no will.

Lame, the one in the center of the case thinks.

“This court hereby finds the defendant, one Mister Ace Trappola, guilty of stealing the Queen’s tarts," the judge declares. "The sentence—”

“OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!” roars the royal from the side. He’s red in the face, the same color as his hair and the painted roses.

“… Yes, that," the Three of Clubs agrees. One more decisive swing of the gavel, and the defendant's fate is sealed. "Really sorry about this, but rules are rules."

The judge nods to the guards on standby, a battalion of Diamonds, all in a neat row. They nod back, registering the order, and flutter free, surrounding in their target. Each of them wears the same grim expression.

The jury clamors for a better view.

"Really sorry about this, but rules are rules," Ace repeats mockingly. "Do you hear yourself? How pretentious can you possibly be?"

Veins throb on the Queen's forehead. Steam pours out of his ears. He grips the railing of his perch, glaring from his throne.

The condescending tone, the bossy orders.

A familiar story.

"It'd be better if you don't talk back," the Three of Clubs advises. "That makes things easier for me. For us all."

"So just lie down and take it? Nah. I don't think you guys get it. You just hate that I'm telling the truth and you can't handle it."

"Ace--"

"Enough waiting. I've been patient enough. I want his head, and I want it NOW," the Queen bellows, driving their scepter into the ground.

"At once, your majesty," the Cards simper. Their voices overlap with one another, like a deck cut and then reshuffled into one.

There's so many of them now. Jurors climbing out of their seats, soldiers spilling in from the far wall.

"Whoa, hey! Fellas, fellas, let's calm down here." Ace holds up both hands. "All this over one, maybe two, measly pies? How about a trick to help smooth things over?"

He turns a hand over, revealing a single card in his grasp. Upon its face, the ace of hearts.

"Watch it dance!"

Ace sets the card into motion. It twirls, alive, around his fingers, orbiting his palm and then swapping to the other. Spinning, spinning--and then, the sudden drop.

The Card Soldiers descend on him.

His ace makes contact with the floor.

It's showtime.

He looks away.

BOOM!

The ace erupts into harsh beams of light and crackling colors. Fireworks consume the courtroom, loud and bright and disorienting. Alarmed shouts ring out, Card Soldiers shielding their eyes from the attack.

“Calm yourselves! It’s nothing more than cheap parlor tricks!” the Queen snarls. He searches in the crowd for the defendant—and catches a head of tangerine bolting up the stairs.

His temper flares.

“Don’t just STAND there!! Deploy all units! CAPTURE THE THEIF!!”

"Not today!" Ace retorts.

He throws open the doors, clearing the courthouse as he steps onto a checkered lawn.

The world opens before him, lush with tall trees and shrubs trimmed into the shape of hearts. White roses dribbling red poke out from the foliage, paint pooling like blood at the roots. It's beautiful and cruel in the same way that heartbreak is--but there isn't a moment to admire it.

Not when the maze awaits.

A stone drops in his stomach.

The hedge maze is massive, stretching out and taking up most of the garden. Too tall to climb, too wide to walk around. Too twisty and complex to power through on sheer will alone.

Stomp, stomp, stomp!

Militant footsteps come from behind.

There's no time to think. Just act.

He launches himself in, hears them in pursuit. Row after row of soldiers marching in unison, single-file.

Ace doesn't know where he's going, if the choices he's making are right. He relies on his instincts, the flightiness of his feet, to carry him away from the shouts, the spears pointed at him.

He's pulled deeper and deeper into the heart of the maze. Down the rabbit hole, to some unknown place.

All the leaves look the same, and so does the sky. The criss-crosses and zig-zags don't make sense. His vision spins.

Damn it, where's the exit?!

Ace's head swerves left, then right, surveying his surroundings. To his dismay, his gaze connects with a Two of Spades at the end of a corridor. Their eyes widen in realization.

The Spade is turning now, calling out for the others to come.

Ace looks the other way. He is greeted with a dead end, impossible to scale.

"Shoot!”

They're going to cage me in if I don't get out of this tight spot…!

Mustering all his strength, Ace throws his body into the Two of Spades. He slams into the pole of a spear, which pushes back against him. His head and his rival's connect.

"Outta my way!”

The Two of Spades grits his teeth. "You should surrender now and come back with us. If you sincerely say sorry, Rosehearts-senpai might show you mercy."

"And let him have the last laugh?" Ace scoffs. "I don't think you know me too well."

"I want you to be better. I know you can be.”

“That line, coming from you? That’s rich.”

“If you'd just listen to the dorm leader, to us—”

"--What, I'd be like you?" Ace taunts, his hands closing on the Spade's spear. They clench on so tightly, his bones threaten to tear through his skin. "I'd catch up with everyone else? Finally get my unique magic and get to do something flashy? Is that it?"

“What…!”

“You don’t need to nag me, I get it! I get that I’m behind, okay?!”

“That’s not what I…” He falters, and Ace draws out an exasperated sigh.

A Card Soldier doesn’t stick out.

A Card Soldier must conform.

Those are the rules, and always has been.

His annoyance twists with upset. A fire ignites in his chest.

“Aaah, dammit. I’m getting sick of everyone tellin’ me what to do all the time. The only one that gets to decide that for me… is me!”

That’s right, falling in line just doesn’t suit the trump card. I won’t be satisfied with this alone.

The warmth spreads from his torso to his limbs, as if propelled by his very veins. Sparks feeding into an inferno. His skin tingles, buzzing from head to toe.

The Spade stares, jaw agape.

What is this feeling…?

Ace stares at his hands. They feel molten, yet brimming with energy.

Is this what I think it is?

The buzzing reaches his ears, rattles his head. The magic begs to be unleashed.

Rise up, it urges him. Incite rebellion. Defy their will. You know what to do, what to say.

Do it.

Ace opens his mouth.

And recites his incantation.

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"Deadly Sentencing" - An insight into the Japanese Criminal Justice System

Ok, I finally got around to make this. For context, @marikuchanxo asked me to elaborate my previous post on Higuruma's domain, so here's a brief explanation (sorry, that it took me so long).

Quick disclaimer: I am neither an attorney, nor do I live in japan myself. These are just my personal thoughts based on the knowledge that I gathered either from the JJK manga, or from articles and other sources I found on the internet. You are welcome to add information or give your own two cents, as long as you remain respectful of course. :) And in case you come across any language mistakes, please keep in mind that English is not my native language. With that being said, let’s get started. 🙃

Who is Higuruma Hiromi?

Prior to the Culling Game, Higuruma Hiromi was essentially a pro-bono defendant lawyer with a great sense of justice. Despite his young age, he’s already considered a genius by his peers, with the potential to become a judge even.

However, he declines these friendly suggestions as he believes he’s not suited for this role. He does not have much interest in money after all and rather likes to take upon himself to deal with the so called "impossible" cases.

At that time, he still takes the view that the unique, "flawed and hideous" nature of mankind is still something that should be cherished.

However, his optimism gradually fades as he is slowly disillusioned by the reality of the criminal justice system.

One particular obstacle he encounters is that, in contrast to the prosecution side, the defandant attorneys usually have small, limited budget and ressources - making their fight for justice extremely difficult and essentially leaving them at the mercy of the judges and prosecutors.

Prosecution has also big authority in prolonging trials - sometimes even under the most ridiculous disguise. This is a major factor for the surreal conviction rate of 99.9% in japan, which means that 99.9% of the cases that go to trial, will get the guilty verdict eventually.

Professor of Law, Muraoka Keiichi from Hakuoh University explains the reasons for this extraordinary conviction rate in an interview:

"INTERVIEWER How do these factors come together to create Japan’s high conviction rate? MURAOKA The simple answer is that prosecuting attorneys have broad discretion to suspend suits, even when there is substantial evidence, and only pursue cases that are certain to end in indictment. The reason that some 60 percent of cases are deferred is because public prosecutors are overly concerned about losing a case and tarnishing their reputation."

This means A) 60% of all cases are deferred without a chance of an indictment, with only the cases who gurantee the guilty verdict proceeding to trial in the first place. B) Prosecution has high administrative discretion in the trials, resulting in retrials and prolonging the process until the guilty verdict is declared. Higuruma keeps encountering this kafkaesque reality where laws are just proven to be powerless over and over again, until this realization fuels his disdain for the justice system and he loses all hope after a particularly upsetting case.

Essentially, what sparks his interest and makes him join the Culling Game is the very fact that contrary to those powerless laws of the justice system, where one has to argue over what is true and what not, "the rules of Jujutsu feel as real as nature's law".

Domain Expansion

Being the genius that he is, Higuruma quickly learns the rules of Jujutsu, to the point he manifests his Domain Expansion "Deadly Sentencing". Deadly Setencing presents itself as a court room. Its prominent feature is that it has no sure-kill effect and relies on a binding vow that requires the explanation of preset rules - reminiscent of the traditional domains from Heian Era (which showcases Higuruma's raw talent and high intellectual grasp yet again, as he's able to learn the rules of barrier techniques in record time and manifest a Domain Expansion this early on).

Anyway, in the beginning, the conditions of his domain seem pretty fair for both sides :

A non-violence rule that is applied to both sides.

Despite being the owner of the domain, Higuruma does not take the role of the judge. Rather, his role is compared to the one of a prosecutor by Yuji.

Instead a thirdparty, a shikigami, serves as the judge. Except for a single piece of evidence, it does not share any personal information about the defendant with the prosecutor. Furthermore, Judgeman decides on a lawful verdict solely based on the provided evidence and arguments from both sides.

The defendant can choose between three options to defend themself, which are: Silence, Confession and Denial (with the latter even providing the possibility of lying, so long as it is convincing enough for the judge).

However, in his fight against Yuji, we quickly notice that this feeling of impartiality is merely on surface level because

Judgeman is manifested by Higuruma's own Cursed Technique, meaning it is tied to his cursed energy thus to his very being. It delivers verdict inter alia by recalling Higuruma's own juridical knowledge and this goes both sides, because it implicates Higuruma can estimate its reasoning and the possible outcomes of the trial (at least to a certain degree) - something the defendant can not do.

Furthermore, Judgeman is not a neutral judge by any means. It actively participates in the trial by gathering evidence, which it shares with the prosecution and is omniscient when it comes to personal information about the defendant, going as far as obtaining CCTV footages. It is crucial, that the defendant has no access to this piece of evidence and is left in the belief that they have a fair chance to deny the allegations. Moreover, they are even encouraged to lie to be declared innocent.

The provided evidence is extremely firm and material (in Yuji's case a photo of him entering the pachinko place), meaning essentially nothing the opponent claims to defend themself is actually of value against the solid evidence.

Lastly, there is a hidden rule which allows the defendant to request a retrial, granting the possibility to escape the punishment (as long as they have not confessed to the crime prior of course). This rule, however, is purposefully not disclosed to the defendant and has to be found out by themself.

The Japanese Justice System

Like many other criminal justice systems, the Japanese Justice System is offically an adversiral legal system, which means there's a prosecution and a defense side which present their arguments to a neutral third party (judge) working under the presumption of innocence until the defendant was proven to be guilty.

However, in reality and due to historic reasons, it is actually a so-called pseudo-adversarial system with the following traits:

A dominant prosecution: Prosecution has more access to ressources and evidence. Which is why they are able to do thorough research even prior to pressing charges, often times only going into trial if success is absolutely guranteed

Weaker defense: Consequently, the defense has less authority and access to ressources, thus has to put in extra work and strongly rely on their own juridical knowledge.

Partiality and active role of judges: Judges are most often in favor of the prosecution. Furthermore, they are actively participating in evidence gathering (questioning of witnesses, requesting addtional evidence etc.) instead of taking a passive, neutral stance or merely listening to the presented arguments like they should be doing.

Professor Muraoka further explains the issue of active judges with the following:

"[...] Whether sitting in a summary court or on the grand bench, judges are expected to follow the ironclad rule that a defendant is innocent until proven guilty. All too frequently, though, court rulings ignore this fundamental principle.There are of course many on the bench who are capable of hearing cases with an unbiased ear, but they are in the minority. [...]Judges are obligated to give all aspects of a case equal consideration to keep the scales of justice from tipping in favor of the prosecution. As this isn’t happening, defense attorneys need to study the law more thoroughly and carefully follow proceedings to ascertain the leanings of the bench and act accordingly. There’s also a need for judges to learn how to avoid implicit bias."

Deadly Sentencing - A reflection of the flawed Justice System

All in all, the above points are strongly reflected in Deadly Sentencing.

What seems like a neutral trial at first with a fair chance of winning for both sides, quickly establishes itself as a partial setting. Even the existence of a designated third party such as the judge is barely an illusion.

Higuruma, who has always considered himself a lawyer, cherished the flawed human nature and fought for the ones less fortunate, now takes the role of an ironclad prosecutor himself. He plays dirty at times and ruthlessly punishes his opponents. Due to the very nature of domains, there is no prosumption of innocence. Everyone who enters the domain, is set to be declared guilty from the start. The judge is biased, and the prosecutor hostile. Just like in real life, prosecution has more authority and access to ressources ( evidence, knowledge of the law etc.), the judge is actively operating against the defendant while the defendant themself has to abide to their rules and is at a clear disadvantage throughout the trial, which ultimately results in Higuruma's high body count in the Culling Game - strongly reminding us of the absurdly high conviction rate in real life.

Ultimately, Higuruma's domain expansion reflects the flawed reality of the criminal justice system and his resignment as a lawyer and cynism towards human nature are underlined by the fact that he does not appear as a lawyer anymore, but takes the stance of a prosecutor instead.

#jujutsu kaisen #higuruma hiromi #yuji itadori #itadori yuuji #jjk higuruma #jjk yuji #jjk itadori #jjk #jjk 164 #jjk 165 #jjk 244 #jjk cursed techniques #anyway this was fun. i love higuruma so much i could talk about him for hours haha

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elsaellaelys · 1 year

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Ice cream and daydreams

summary: Ice cream date on the beach. Inspire by Melting, Kali Uchis.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Too fluff.

1.563 words

a/n: I had to write this! Is probably my favorite now. If you want to write with another music theme, just let me know.

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You are my church, you are my place of worship.

Y/N is sure she can't find one person she admires more than JJ. And it's not just about his blonde messy hair, his lost sea eyes, his skin, his body or the way he touch her, but how he managed to get through everything he went and still be the sweetest guy she've ever knew, how he loved her and how she could love him back, how he let her in. People always told her she shouldn't trust people so blindly, be so devoted and she knows is dangerous thing to do, but can she help it? She wouldn't mind anything he can do at all, as long as he's still beside her, still loving her just like she loves him.

I heard you're the plug, can I be the circuit?

She'd give anything to be with him all the time, is even bad to admit, but she would like steal him from everybody else cause she's so hooked, so in love, and the connection that sets between them feels like will never end and she can't take the risk of letting people ruin it.

The first time they had sex is her main memory everyday, she never felt so complete, so satisfied, since that day, nothing can bring her down from the clouds, she knows that, when the day is bad, she can come back to him, he'll hold her and tell her everything is okay and she'll believe.

When I got court, I hope that you're the verdict.

With all her heart she wishes they are really meant to be together, till the end. Spending day after day waking up next to him, coming back to fall asleep holding each other, forever together. He already told her that, she's cursed to handle him forever, he's not letting go and she couldn't be more glad, it's not a curse though, it's her wish coming truth.

When you're around, my insides turn inverted.

He always comes behind her to put his harsh hands delicately above her eyes. Her heart beats fastly against her chest.

"Who is it?" she asks, even though she knows the answer, she feels him smiling in her neck, peppering kisses in her skin.

"I can tell you know, I see the goosebumps in your neck." he whispered, blowing air in the back of her ear.

The pogues are all making vomit sounds, but JJ just shove them away. "Stay here princess, I'm gonna get you Jack&Coke, just the way you like it." he crossed the bar to get the drink, leaving her eyeing him, looking so hot with his sunglasses between his blonde hair, combat boots crossed as he leans in the balcony, and she's yearning for the moment he'll come back, put his arm around her shoulder and she'll pretend she's not thinking about what he gonna do when they get home, when he get her in the bed just in her underwear.

So she lean her head in his shoulder, both hands holding the glass cup to not cringe into his side like a cat in his owner's lap.

My blood starts to rush when I see your doorman I know you're nearby and I know your purpose Take one look at you, you're heaven's incarnate What is this spell, baby? Please show some mercy

He told her to wait at home, he'd pick her up to the beach avenue, but she couldn't wait, heading to the Chateau, in the sundress she knows he loves, pink with little blue flowers, a silk bown in the back, so short that she made sure to wear pink lace panties. She saw John B. and Pope outside in the porch, suddenly a little shy of how dressed up she was. "Hi." she spoke, trying to sound the more normal possible.

John B. looked up, eyes wide. "Hello there." he answered wining a slap in the head from Pope. "Ouch!"

"Hi Y/N, JJ is inside." Pope says.

"He's showering, it's really nice that you can make him shower... Ouch! What the fuck you're all up to?" John B. stroked the back of his head, JJ just showed up in the door and slapped his friend's head.

"I do shower, dumbass."

"Yeah, every Sunday."

"Shut up." "Wait a minute, princess, I lost my keys." She followed him inside the Chateau, he was leaving a trail of his Cremo cologne that he probably got from the Walmart, she leaned in the door frame observing her boyfriend lifting pillows, dragging the sofa front and backwards, opening drawers, Y/N was hypnotized by his sight, navy blue shirt, khaki pants and boots, the way he furrowed his eyebrows looking around. Wishing the time could stop, just to look at him till she got sick, like she could ever get enough of him, of his precious face and smile, and this perfume, vanilla spice affecting her brain. God! What did he do to me?!

She shook her head "Isn't that on the kitchen counter?" she asked.

He looked up, going to find the keys in the place she pointed. "What I'd do without you, uhm?" She laughed when he spinned her around, headed out holding her hand, said goodbye to the boys still holding her hand, not letting go to help her get on his motorcycle, putting her arms around his torso, he rode like they were on a bubble, heading to the sky.

Melting like an ice cream when you smile Melting, you're a daydream, stay a while

Now he's here, paying for her white chocolate ice cream that she made sure to cover with a lot of strawberry sauce. JJ got a vanilla one, they sitted on the beach sand, under the shade of a tree that leaned over the beach side, his boots sinked a little in the sand beside her strap sandals, the sea was a bit far, but its smell and sound was clear, they could see the waves crashing in the rocks from time to time.

"This is nice, isn't? Beach, ice cream..." JJ spoke, eyes coming to Y/N.

"You." she added "My favorite things."

He smiled wildly. "Am I your favorite?"

"Yes!" She smiled back. Oh look at his dimples, makes he looks so sweet and... Oh he just reached to pull my hair off of my face, thought he was going to kiss me. Oh, he's leaning again, is he gonna kiss me? With those pretty lips...

"Your ice cream." he pointed.

"Uh?" she asked confused.

"Is melting, love."

I pray that I can learn to be funny I'm watching every stand-up comedy Just hoping that it'll rub off on me So you'll smile at everything I say

She took a mouthful of ice cream, trying to take off the not so iced part, hands starting to get sticky, she just rubbed on her dress, not really caring about it.

"Eating ice cream is a thing that nobody can't look tough doing." JJ said, Y/N laughed.

"What?"

"Yeah! Like, can you imagine Mike Tyson eating ice cream before a fight? Nobody's gonna take him serious. He gonna look like a 10 year old kid, I'd even give him braces."

She laughed loudly, he started to act licking the ice cream trying to seem fussy. Her laugh being the prettiest thing he've ever heard, he would do anything to hear it everyday.

JJ remember the first time he saw her crying, she lost in the beach the necklace her grandma gave her, she hugged him so tight, silently crying, he only knew because of the tears running down his chest, he felt powerless for not be able to help, when Kiara came to them taking the necklace out of the net she used to collect trash off the beach, she smiled wildly, tear still watering her lashes, he still felt bad for not being the one to save her. So he would do anything to take a laugh out, see that sweet grin in that pretty lips.

You got some soft lips and some pearly whites I wanna touch them in the dead of night Your smile ignites just like a candlelight

Fuck, that pretty lips, she licked it and now is shiny, just ready to be kissed, like he does everyday, when wake up beside her, when one of them have to leave, when they see each other in the middle of the day; like he does every night, when he's droping her at her house, when they're going to sleep, when he has her pressed between him and the sheets.

Passing his finger in the cream, he spread it in the tip of her nose, leaning to kiss the place, then he put some ice cream in his lips, she's all smiles and giggles, warming his heart.

Then somehow, I know everything's alright.

He had a bad day start, waking up to no breakfast, no washed clothes, his dad passed out in the living room, then he had to clean a kook's pool, cut their grass, listening annoying commentaries from rich ass fuckers.

But she called... "I've thinking about you nonstop." "It doesn't matter, just want to see you, Jay." He almost lost his knees strength just listening to her voice, she made him feel like he was the one begging to see her. He needed her, her voice - not only through the phone - her face, her body, her touch, her love. Cause when they're together nothing else matters, everything is okay.

Melting like an ice cream when you smile

The ice cream were longer forgot, their hands were all dirty and sticky, but does it matter? Lips are now connected, vanilla and white chocolate flavors in both their mouths, her breath is hitting his face. The cone is slipping from his hand, he didn't notice though, too caught up in how her soft lips felt between his, so easy to slick his tongue in, until he feels the lack of what he was holding. Looking down to see his ice cream mixing with sand. "Fuck."

She laughed "It's okay we can share mine."

Melting, you're a daydream, stay a while.

Of course the day is going to end, but JJ probably will be sleeping in her bed anyway. Right now, they'll stay like that for a while.

#jj maybank #obx fanfiction #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #Spotify

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jotunvali02 · 20 days

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Playing Ace Attorney, Rise from the Ashes part 7

"I'm sorry Lana. I didn't know. And I've treated you so badly all this time…" "It's not too late. There's still plenty of time to make up..."

Like you and a certain baby prosecutor, Feenie??

Married Objections.💙💞❤️

OMG! My baby's trying to comfort a person who made him feel betrayed again! 😭

"Just relax, and enjoy the sound of the noose tightening around your neck." ^q^ Yes…

Shibari, Daddy.🔥

First baby Edgey, now baby Ema… like has this world no care at all about children?? Does it mean nothing at all in this world? That world rly SUCKS!

"GUILTY"???

Guilty of what?? Forging evidence 2 years ago or Goodman's murder???

So pursuing the truth is NOT what I should have done here?? Taku, did you purposely tried to fuck us up here??

And HOW Ema's fingerprints on the cloth prove SHE was the killer? I bet GANT put her hand on the vest while she was unsconcious!! And she only crashed a vase on Marshall, she never touched him!!

And Edgey tells me off cause I shouldn't have pursued the truth too far, while bitch YOU kept telling over and over that the truth is the only important thing here, "no matter how tragic it might be"!

Oh. I just had to lie about the evidence to have Gant telling the truth. Huh. Sneaky and low, Taku. Sneaky and low.

Wait. Wai-wait So when I presented the handprint the 1st time (and got the guilty verdict), everyone knew instantly it was Ema's.

But now we need it to be sent to the labo??

So, to get a guilty verdict, the court or Edgeworth doesn’t need actual scientifically proven evidence?? WTF??

Ok, pfff. In both choices, we prove the handprint is Ema’s but we can say there is a contradiction in one choice but not the other while they’re eventually the same choice??! WTF???

"You and me we’re the same."

He’s NOTHING like you rotten asshole!! He’s a sweet pure baby!!👼😭 A baby you beat up and had beaten up endlessly during 3 fucking days because he’s too much of good and righteous sweet baby to your taste!!

«I can hear them singing a melodious melody!»

Like this?

youtube

But wait.

WHY did he kill Neil Marshall ????

And is Lana going to get harsh penalties for HER forged evidence?

Oh. she's... beautiful when she smiles. O///O

Yeah, you feel for him, but can you at least say "Sorry I'VE put you in deep shit?"

Baby Edgey: "It was nothing! Baka."

Shut the fuck up.

"I was worried all this might break you." Careful, girl. CAREFUL!!! "But you rose above it and guided Mr Wright to victory."

Yes. Bc he's the best husband!! 😭 😭 ❤️💞

Wait. He basically wanted to prove you guilty in the beginning!

"No one can change the past. The only thing we can do is making up for our mistakes. So we find the way back to our rightful path. And walk towards a brighter future."

Phoenix,... are you sure you're ok???

"At least, that's how I felt looking at the two sisters."

No.

No....???

No no no!!!

"Edgeworth?"

*hyperventilates* scared as fuck.

"I'll be going now."

NO!!!!! ♫ Ne me quittes pas, il faut oublier...♫

youtube

♫ Je ferais un domaine où l'amour sera loi... ♫

"I hope you don't blame yourself for what happened."

Bitch, he has a fucking DISCIPLINE WHIP instead of thoughts!

"It's too late for me..."

Bitch. Shut uuuup??

"I can't correct my mistakes."

But baby... 😭

Oh, Fee-Fee says the same!

Mama Lana to the rescue!

"Contrary to Gant or Von Karma, YOU weren't alone." 😭 "You had your husband Fee-Fee Wright." ♥

"Come on! Show Mr Edgeworth what Lana is talking about!"

What? His love? His lips? His plan to propose?

"It was destiny, Mr Edgeworth." #starcrossedlovers

"If you'll excuse me, there are still some """"loose ends"""" that need """wrapping up""""

OMG. SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP !!!!!!

Oh God! Feenie's holding him back!!

"You can let what happened kill the prosecutor in you or let it help you grow."

Why did have to pick THOSE words, Phoenix?? Why THOSE specific words???????

"I owe you my thanks too, Wright."

What? "thank you for making me realize I have to kill myself so everything is good and right again??"

"What I face now is MY problem."

Bitch, I assure you Phoenix will make sure it's EVERYONE's problem!

"Edgeworth... I'll be waiting for you at the altar in court." He said, caressing then kissing his beloved's cheek.

Serisouly, WHO says that except a lover??

"As for the sisters, I had faith, their lives had just begun. As for me..."

Shut up.😭

Edgey as the last person we see in Feenie's flashback? Hmmm.❤️❤️

And it's the tea boy who fins the cursed letter.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #narumitsu #lana skye #Youtube #rise from the ashes

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So, this is what I've gathered from the information that came out from Deep Cover and this is what I definitively believe happened.

There’s an article that Kotoko was reading in the middle of Deep Cover that has been translated. The contents of the article explain that Kotoko was taken to court after the incident in the warehouse. Kotoko testified that what she had done was self-defense. That her and the perpetrator of the kidnapping got into a scuffle as she was trying to rescue the girl and he died as a result of that.

This conflicts with what we are shown in Harrow.

In Harrow we see that Kotoko does not intervene while witnessing the girl being abducted. Instead deciding to come back to the location later after changing her attire.

This already conflicts with Kotoko's testimony that she ended up fighting the victim as she caught him red-handed as he tried to abduct another victim.

According to the female university student, she claimed that she had no other choice but to kill the victim in order to stop the jostling between the two when she caught the victim, who was a child kidnapper, red-handed.

Red-handed means in the middle of the act by definition.

She just did not fucking do that. It's illustrated to us that she did not do that in Harrow. So we already know her testimony is a lie off of this alone.

Yet, we are further shown that her plea of self-defense is baseless from Harrow as well. Since we are shown Kotoko surprise attacking the perpetrator.

Furthermore her first music video blatantly shows us her attempting to track down the victim. As we see her paying others for information on the matter. Along with her very obvious wall of baddies to hunt down. Where she has the victim circled before even encountering him.

Making her actions premeditated as well.

This makes it clear to the Milgram audience (who have access to this information unlike the court) that Kotoko had no intention of letting the perpetrator live to begin with regardless of what he was doing.

Just like the wall implies with her other victims in Deep Cover-

"Everytime death comes. The soul moves forward." "It’s a tie after saying sorry? What are you hoping for? Shall we replace the poor soul, and the miserable delusion. “I didn’t mean to offend”, “I won’t do it again” How many wins in a row?" - "Who don’t we want? Give me the verdicts of GUILTY." "I want a reason for judgment execution, I want it. Give me the next target."

22/08/05 (Kazui’s Birthday) Kotoko: ……Mukuhara Kazui. Thanks to you, I wasn’t able to properly serve justice to those who did something unforgivable. I’m currently acting as an agent for our prison guard Es. Don’t get in my way next time. Kazui: Oi oi, don’t be silly, Yuzuriha-chan. There’s no way I could just look away from your outrageous display of violence. Anyway, even disregarding the fact violence against those voted guilty isn’t a part of Milgram’s system, what you’re doing is just acting recklessly based on a broad interpretation. As long as I’m free myself, I’ll stop you. Kotoko: ……what a pointless argument. Hmph. Since Es forgives you, I have no choice but to forgive you myself too. If you to keep to your words, then you’d best do what you can to keep being forgiven. If you’re not, then next time you’ll be one of my targets. Kazui: Oh, how scary. That girl truly is frightening. ……well then, I wonder what the guard will decide to do with me. That’s the one thing I really can’t make out. Honestly……

Kotoko had no intention of letting anyone on that wall live. That wasn't an investigation it was a hit list. She just happened to conveniently find that guy in the middle of commiting a crime. Unlike the other guy she found living his everyday life and just chased into a side alley and jumped. This is more than likely why she didn't initially intervene when she saw the child being abducted in broad daylight.

Because if she did the chances of her being seen by someone else were more likely. If she waited until they were inside and changed her attire to better conceal her identity the likelihood of others intervening would be slimmer. If she only ever wanted to save that girl she could have did so right then and there when she did in fact catch him red-handed abducting her.

Yet, it was never about that. It was always about killing him and continuing on her personal crusade for justice.

The article then goes onto discuss how the elementary school age victim testified corroborating Kotoko’s story of self-defense. Stating that with her testimony and Kotoko's the defense stated that a case of genuine self-defense was established. Mr.Kaneshiro the newspaper president and father of the victim in this case later held a press conference discussing the barbaric nature of Kotoko’s actions. This seems to have taken place after Kotoko had been acquitted of any wrong doing.

The jury ruling this as a legitimate case of self-defense. During the press conference he stated that an independent investigation of events had been done. During which another autopsy had been conducted and established that there were injuries on the victim that could have only been caused by an excessive use of force. Additionally he announced that the school student who had testified corroborating Kotoko’s statement as saying that she had saved her recanted their testimony.

He speculated that Kotoko had threatened or coerced the girl into giving the testimony to begin with. Given Kotoko’s history with law.

Q.07 What did you study at university? Kotoko: Technically, I’m studying law. I’m on a break right now because there’s something else I want to do, though.

It is more than likely that Kotoko coached/groomed the elementary schooler to lie on the stand to better strengthen her case. If two witnesses are corroborating the same story and one of them is the elementary aged victim as jury is more likely to believe them than a dead child abductor.

The article even mentions that Kotoko goes to a famous university. Given that we know Kotoko was studying law and the school she was going to is famous/prestiguous or well renowned we can now track it down. The University she was more than likely going to could very well be-

Keio Law School in Tokyo, Japan

Or some play on it. It's so famous in fact that just googling famous law school Tokyo results in this.

So, that's another university down. (I say this tentatively because I didn't do that deep of a search into this or much of a search at all. Again this is the first school to come up searching the information provided to us. Honestly this post isn't about how finacially well off Kotoko is and whatever expensive illustrious college she goes too.)

Though I wonder how a prestigious or famous school would feel about one of it's students being involved in such a case. Was she really taking a break or did whatever school she was going to no longer wish to affiliate with her due to the accusations. Scandals like this aren't that good for schools of that caliber. Plus, even though the article doesn't mention the school by name just looking into Kotoko herself would show her ties to it.

This is an article on a press conference featuring concerning the death of wealthy business owners son. Someone who very well could have ties to the school Kotoko is attending. That's enough to well I don't ruin all her life plans honestly. People have been expelled for less and this guy now has pretty good standing to say that you're a brutish menace to society who shouldn't even be allowed on the street let alone studying and practicing law.

Who wants a murderer for a lawyer are these the sort of students this place takes in. Students who use excessive violence and coerce and threaten minors?! That'd certainly be a big scandal wouldn't it? The only thing that could make this worse is well if the father of the man she killed was the president of a news paper-

Kaneshiro Isamu’s (68) President of Senkou Newspaper loses only son in display of excessive force by student from xxxxx University.

Now that's a headline and he can run it as many times as he wants. I mean he's the president of the newspaper after all. He's a grieving father after all even if his son did have problems. Having someone like that have an issue with your school or you well that would be bad.

Back to what the audience in shown in Harrow. We know that Kotoko got the jump on her victim in an enclosed space with wooden flooring in contrast to the open space of the warehouse where the victim died later.

Giiven Kotoko's connection and knowledge of law among these other factors I believe this is the most likely timeline of the warehouse incident-

Kotoko takes the victim by surprise attacking him in the enclosed space.

The victim grabs the hammer near his feet and attempts to fight Kotoko off.

As we've been over previously, despite what the victim's shadow alludes to he is shown physically swinging the hammer ahead of him and facing forward not to the side.

The victim flees the enclosed space trying to put distance between himself and his assailant. Possibly even trying to flee the scene entirely.

Kotoko chases the victim down into the larger area of the warehouse. The part with concrete flooring. Catching him and finishing the man off.

Punching and stomping him out with an excessive use of force after already getting him to the ground.

After the incident Kotoko groomed/coached this child to lie in court for her. What Kotoko did is blatantly illustrated to be grooming.

Ove the course of the Deep Cover mv the young girl begins to mimic Kotoko’s behavior.

First through getting a hat of her own to be more like Kotoko,

Then on the street she is shown to be imitating how Kotoko walks and glares,

Before spotting Kotoko and trying to speak to her.

Taking advantage of this clearly traumatized child who she again left to suffer through this situation longer by choosing to not intervene when she saw her being taken to begin with.

Someone who more than likely looked up to her as her hero. The person who saved her from that. What is an elementary schooler going to do when someone who saved their life, the person who got them out of such a harrowing situation tells them that they may be punished for it. That they might go to jail for just trying to rescue them and the only way they can avoid that is by saying that the excessive use of force that this child more than likely witnessed was self-defense.

Their rolemodel, their hero, no their savior couldn't be wrong. This couldn't have been-

"Is this selfish? This isn’t too much is it?"

This wasn't excessive it needed to be done for you to be safe. Besides-

"I've never asked for your understanding!"

Kotoko even incentivises and goads this idolization from the girl in the lyrics of Deep Cover stating,

“Come on, rely on me, go on.”

Kotoko attempts to implement the same tactics we see her use here within Milgram on Es. Over the course of her first and second voice drama. However, it is made more apparent in her second voice drama than in her first.

Kotoko Voice Drama 1, Kotoko Voice Drama 2.

After the girl recanted her statement possibly because of what she saw Kotoko do later on the street in Deep Cover (or maybe even at the behest of her parents who have every right to be suspicious of this type of person hanging around their young daughter but that’s a bit too speculative) Kotoko meets up with her in the park. As she is reading the article discussing the recanting of the girl's statement during this scene she more than likely is meeting with the girl to discuss it.

This meeting may be an attempt to persuade the girl into retestifying on her behalf or coming out with a statement of her own in defense of Kotoko. This is more speculative but it would not be hard for Kotoko to frame it as though Mr.Kaneshiro had threatened the girl into recanting the testimony. Becuase he is a very wealthy and powerful individual it would not be difficult for people to believe that during this independent investigation he coerced the girl into withdrawing her statements to strengthen his own case.

Many can probably guess how that conversation turned out from her second trial glitched voice line.

“From the beginning I've never asked for your understanding! My actions, one by one, are bringing earth closer to peace. Useless weaklings should just shut up and let me protect them!”

It is likely that the girl refused to retestify. She may have even told Kotoko that she chose to recant her statement of her own volition. Not liking the behavior, she saw later. At this point it is highly likely that at the refusal to retestify on her behalf Kotoko came up with another plan. It would be incredibly easy to kill the girl herself then claim that she planned to retestify.

That she had come crying to her about how she'd been threatened into recanting her statement and she was too scared to say anything by herself, but someone must have seen. They were in public after all and then this happened. Better to that than to risk having the girl not only recant her testimony but possibly tell others about what she had seen her do recently as well.

Especially while the police were still seeking the assailant in the incident of the man in the back alley. Right now, they thought it was a man but if the girl told then it would be all over for her. The girl simply knows too much. Plus, with the news already framing her as a violent barbarian it'd be easy for people to believe she'd assaulted the other man as well.

While we don’t have solid confirmation of the girl’s death yet. The fact of the matter is most of the music videos of trial two have been focused on the victim’s side of things. The fact that Kotoko’s mv isn’t from the perspective of/highlights the child abductor or the man she jumped in the alley later is incredibly telling. Her glitched voice line in the second trial voice trailer being,

“From the beginning I've never asked for your understanding! My actions, one by one, are bringing earth closer to peace. Useless weaklings should just shut up and let me protect them!”

Is very telling as well. Since the statement implies that she is addressing a useless weakling, someone that cannot protect themselves, someone who needs her, someone that looks up to her. Someone that's outlived their usefulness to Kotoko because they refuse to defend/support her behavior anymore. All the things this child is shown to do throughout Deep Cover.

Making it increasingly more likely that Kotoko did not just kill the child abductor but the child as well. Because from the beginning Kotoko has said-

"If it damaged someone’s dream to the point of stopping it- I’ll gouge you out with my fangs."

It doesn't matter to her whether the person getting in the way of her dream is an adult or child.

20/06/18 Amane: Thank you very much for teaching me. ……but, though I realise it’s strange me saying this after I asked you, I must admit it’s kind of unexpected. You give off the impression of someone who wouldn’t want to get involved in things like this. Kotoko: ……well, you’re not wrong. I’m surrounded by people who could all be murderers, so I don’t plan on going out of my way to talk and make friends. I can’t let my guard down. But I like ambitious people like you. If you want to study more, then I’m happy to teach. Amane: I see…… You look scary at first impression, but I quite like the way you treat everyone equally regardless of whether they’re older or younger than you. You don’t just treat me like a child or anything like that. Kotoko: Treat you like a child? Hah, you’ve got to be kidding. Back when I was your age, I was already the person I am today. I don’t have any plans to let you get away with something just “because you’re a child.” ……remember that. There, I’ve finished marking. 83%. How do I put it… Even though you act like this, it’s not like you’re super brilliant at studying or anything, huh.

If her dream if all she ever wanted was a target. Someone to execute that whom she could feel justified in executing then anyone will do. It doesn't matter how small or large the offense. Evil is evil. Even if that evil is as simple as disagreeing with her actions or recanting a statement.

Even worse voting her Innocent just to vote her guilty later is a lot like recanting a statement isn't it. Man those Haruka and Kotoko parrallels keep growing. Didn't he say that if we got close we wouldn't like him, didn't he just argue about how unfair it is to say he's good and then change our mind later during his second voice drama.

"Tell me why you tell me, “Stop”. Don’t you dare stop now."/"Tell me why? Please don’t change."

Just a really interesting thing going on there.

Kotoko even apologizes to Es for not being able to properly deliver punishment to Amane Momose and Mikoto Kayano at the beginning of her second voice drama. Finding it laughable that Es expected that she would not deliver punishment to Amane just because she was a child. Reiterating that she in fact planned to jump the girl as she did Mahiru and Futa as well. However, she was deterred not only by how much time she spent fighting Mikoto but by Kazui as well who intervened once she reached Futa.

So, she has no qualms with killing or severely injuring minors or manipulating them in order to get away with her own actions. At the end of the day-

This is Milgram.

People can vote whichever way they want for any bias under the sun. They can turn away from whatever information they dislike and prop up whatever best fits the narrative they want to see. They can be just as self-centered, coniving, and dishonest as the prisoners themselves. Because when you like someone, when you admire them, you'd do anything to make sure they're doing okay even lie in court or withold information from the police.

Because you believe deep down they're good and if you just give them the opportunity to be that then they will. If you're just sympathetic and try to talk to them about it certainly they'll understand.

"Say that sympathy is useless."

Kotoko's shown us exactly where thinking like that gets you with her- Does anyone feel lucky enough to test that again?

#milgram #yuzuriha kotoko #kotoko yuzuriha #tw grooming

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Justice

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: Justice is served

There is an execution depicted in this (nothing overly graphic), so proceed w/ caution

Part 2 to Salvation

The King’s condition had drastically improved since his….treatments with Doctor Orolv had ceased, but he was not healed. Nikolai’s hands still trembled, he still felt the demon creeping in his mind, dragging its talons against his consciousness, the fear of it breaking free gnawed at him, but one look from you, one touch of your hand against his sent the demon skittering to the corners of his mind, leaving the King’s mind completely and utterly his.

Since your husband had moved back into your rooms, since he began spending his nights wrapped in your embrace, the demon had not come out, it hadn’t even tried to emerge. And Nikolai was happier, he was more productive; his wit and banter was back, he was back. And it was all thanks to you. Nikolai had been going mad, he knew it, thanks to the so-called Doctor recruited to rid him of the demon. She had tortured him: waterboarding, whipping, branding, starvation, isolation.

All any of that served to do was anger the demon, rile it up. And when Nikolai passed you in the corridors, unable to speak to you by his “Doctor’s” order, the demon would buck, fight harder than it ever had to get free. Little did Nikolai know that you would be his salvation, not his downfall. Now, Orlov was in a cell and the King had never felt better.

Nikolai peppered your face with kisses, drawing you from sleep. “Hmm, Kolya,” you mumbled as you stretched, the silk sheets slipping from your body. “Good morning, my beloved wife,” Nikolai said, kissing his way down your neck. “My goddess, my angel, my beautiful Y/N.” You smiled, accepting your husband’s kisses. “Darling, as lovely of a wakeup as this is, I don’t have time for your distractions this morning.”

Your husband smirked. “Oh? Even when my distractions are so very enjoyable?” He dragged his nails over your side, making you squeal with laughter, and you extracted yourself from bed. “Yes, even then, my love.” Nikolai watched as you darted behind the dressing screen, a sleepy smile on his face. But when you emerged, wearing your kefta rather than a gown, Nikolai’s smile faded.

He knew that look that you wore: it was the look you wore when doling out punishments, the look you wore when reading guilty verdicts at court. This was not the look of his gentle, loving Queen; this was the look of his Queen going to war. “You’re doing it today?” he asked, and you nodded, securing your hair back in a simple braid. “I am. She’s been interrogated and cross examined. A unanimous guilty verdict.”

Laisia Orlov, former physician, was set to be executed today for high treason and conspiring against the Crown. And she would die at the Queen’s hand. A Rakvan Queen had not performed an execution in nearly 200 years, but this case warranted an exception. “I’ll be there,” Nikolai said, rising from bed. “You won’t have to do it alone.” Nikolai knew your reservations about this, but your desire for revenge and justice far outweighed them.

“Thank you, my love,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder. “I’ll see you soon.” You would visit your prisoner one final time before she was brought to the Square for the execution, where Nikolai would hand down the sentence. Your guards flanked you as you made your way down several flights of stone stairs, into the belly of the Palace. Orlov was kept in the smallest cell, barely enough room to stand in, yet she sat as you approached.

“Come to berate me some more?” she snarked, and you scoffed. “No. I’m here to offer you your last rights. Not that there’s much hope of repenting at this point.” Laisia’s eyes went wide. “You’re going to kill me?” “Did you really think there was another fate for you? After you tortured your King half to death?” Laisia laughed, a cold, wicked sound. “He is no King of mine. That man is infected with evil and darkness, and I will be rewarded by the Saints for my efforts to save this wretched nation.”

You crossed your arms, looking down your nose at her. “If that’s what you choose to believe. Make your peace. You have a half hour.” You spun on your heel and left, ignoring her cries of protest, the hatred she spewed. Outside, the Square was packed with Ravka’s nobility, the judges, the lawmakers, the physicians–the real physicians–you’d brought in to corroborate Laisia’s argument. Unsurprisingly, they were all appalled by her methods, confirming what you should have suspected from the start: she was a radical intent on killing the King.

Nikolai smiled when he saw you approaching, dressed in his military dress uniform. “My darling,” he greeted, kissing your cheek. “Any news from my wonderful doctor?” You shook your head. “Other than the fact that you’re ‘infected with evil and darkness’, no.” Nikolai shrugged. “Well, we already knew that, didn’t we?” “How are you so nonchalant about this?” you asked. “This woman tried to kill you, tortured you, and you’re joking about it.”

Your husband cupped your cheeks gently. “Because, my love, she is nothing. Yes, I was tortured, yes, it was horrible. But you, Y/N, brought me back. You saved me, you keep me grounded, you keep the demon at bay. My salvation, my love, my Y/N. If I have you, then nothing else matters.” His declaration would have normally made you throw yourself into his arms, but the jeering of the crowd drew your attention.

Laisia Orlov was being led out by armed guards, her hands and ankles bound. “Let’s get this over with, yeah?” Nikolai said, and you squeezed his hand. “Yeah.” He kissed your cheek and you stepped from the raised dais, walking to the center of the Square. The guards kicked Orlov to her knees and dispersed, leaving the prisoner to you. She looked at you with hatred, and you looked back with equal measure.

“Laisia Orlov,” Nikolai called, silencing the crowd. “You have been brought before your King and court charged with high treason. A jury of your peers has found you unanimously guilty and has sentenced you to death. How do you plead?” Laisia, to her credit, did not cry, did not tremble. “I am not guilty,” she responded, voice steady. “I sought only to purge the madness from you, and in return, I am to be murdered.”

Nikolai did not cower. “As decided by the jury, Queen Y/N Lantsov will carry out the execution in a manner of her choosing. My love…” he gestured to you, indicating that you may proceed. “Any last words?” “This will not last,” she spat. “It will return, rot his mind, drive him to madness. Soon, your dear King won’t know the difference between the heavens and the earth.” You bent so your face was inches from hers. “I will stand with him between the heavens and the earth,” you hissed. “If that is what he needs.”

You straightened and folded your hands, calling your power. You started by slowing her heart, just enough to make her panic. Then you cut off her airway, made her pain receptors fire, severed her aorta. Finally, you flicked your wrists and snapped her neck, ending her life. The crowd cheered, and you forced yourself to breathe. You had killed before, yes, but that had been in war, in self defense, this was…..

You felt dizzy, like the ground was swaying beneath you, but before you stumbled, Nikolai was there, steadying you. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, kissing your temple. “You’re alright, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” You nodded, letting him lead you back into the Palace. Orlov’s body would be cleaned and returned to her family; you could offer them that small mercy. “Nikolai, I–” “Shh, it’s ok. Let me carry you for a while.”

He didn’t mean literally, though your legs were certainly shaky enough. You’d carried him for the past few weeks while he recovered, supported him while his mind and body healed. Now he would carry you, comfort you as you processed what you’d just done. “Justice,” you whispered. “Yes, my love,” your husband replied, kissing your cheek. “Justice. You gave me justice.”

#nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert

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stabbyfoxandrew · 13 days

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oh I made it! happy wipwednesday my beloved! <3

I hope you've been well I have soo much to catch up on but I'll still ask for a little bit of arsonist!neil (I miss him)

mwah <3

WIP Wednesday (9/11) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 226)

Andrew would like to remind the court that 10 missed a perfectly good opportunity to see him all dolled up at the cafe. But he doesn't mention it. He feels no reason to instigate an argument over something they've already hashed out. (How mature of him. He hopes that feeling of goodwill carries over to Aaron's apartment. If it doesn't, he might end up on the news.)

"Fine," Andrew snaps a photo of his closet and presses send. "There it is. Don't get too excited."

"I'll have to hang up to go look at it. Just a second." 10 says, proving once again that he needs to upgrade his phone. Andrew hums and the line goes dead. It's getting late, according to his phone's clock. Fucking hell, he has thirty minutes to get to Aaron's. If he's not on time, his brother might very well try to drag him. (He would not succeed but Andrew would like to let him try.)

He answers the phone a millisecond after 10's name pops up. "What's the verdict? I'm running out of time."

"You have a lot of black in your wardrobe."

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious. Help me before I hang up on you."

"Okay. I think. Um. There's something on the right side of the closet. It's the... I think it was six hangers from the wall. Get that." 10 instructs. Andrew counts hangers and comes back with a dark green sweater. He blinks at it, confused for a second. Then he remembers where it came from.

Christmas 2010, from Kevin Day himself. The price tag is still hanging off it. 'Kevin, you paid $130 for a fucking shirt?' is what Andrew said when he first saw it. Kevin just smiled. 'I'm in the pros now. I can afford it. And you deserve nice things. It’ll look good on you, too.' The idiot. Andrew threatened to return it for store credit, but never did. Maybe he’s a little sentimental, even about stupid pricey sweaters.

"Did you get it?" cuts through his memory and startles Andrew back to the present.

"Uh. The green thing? Yeah," Andrew answers, holding it up to his chest. He looks at himself in the mirror and thinks it looks pretty good actually. It’s a nice color. "Why this?"

"I think it would look good on you, duh. Isn't that what we're doing? Besides, it's a sweater. It'll keep you warm and make you look softer, like you're nice and not going to kill anyone." 10 says, making Andrew's brows raise thoughtfully.

He supposes there is some logic buried in that. Somewhere. Wrapping a blade in fleece doesn’t make it less deadly, but perhaps it’ll soften his edges a bit. Andrew sets his phone down and changes into the sweater, some black trousers, and boots. He looks at himself in the mirror for a moment, pleasantly surprised and annoyed at Kevin’s taste. Because it does look good on him. He snatches his phone up and takes a photo for 10.

#omg hi<3 i was tellin a friend the other day that i was sorta worried about you bc i hadn't seen you in a bit TWT i'm glad you're here!<3 #btw. neil's demisexual ass is about to experience Attraction for the first time. just so y'all know... : )#andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew #🕊️#answered #tisaqslur #long post

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"He's a sociopath that should not come out of prison except in a supine position." --Judge

Stanley Eckard, Florida inmate U30236, born 1989, incarceration intake in 2013 art age 24, scheduled for release 05/17/2058

Murder

In early 2013, Stanley Elias Eckard turned down a plea offer that would have capped his sentence for killing his brother at 20 years.

A month after turning down the offer, Circuit Judge Anthony Tatti sentenced Eckard to serve more than twice that long — 50 years.

"No parent should have to endure what you have endured," Tatti told Eckard's parents, Samuel and Donna, who had asked for a new trial.

"But this is not a crime that just involves your family. One of your sons took the life of another son, and our society recognizes that murder is the highest crime. And for murder, there should be punishment."

Stanley Eckard, 24, has always maintained that he didn't mean to kill his brother, Sean, three summers ago before burying him in the side yard of the Spring Hill home the men shared with their parents.

Prosecutors charged Eckard with first-degree murder. A jury decided the evidence didn't prove he planned the killing and convicted him of second-degree murder.

During the sentencing hearing, Donna and Samuel Eckard sobbed as they asked Tatti to reevaluate the case.

"This is not a homicide," Donna Eckard said. "This is a tragic accident that the family has suffered."

Then Stanley Eckard apologized to his family.

"I made bad decisions and I just continued making them," he said. "I wish there was some way I could take it back, but it doesn't matter, because I can't … I'm just sorry."

Eckard has said that his brother died as the two men struggled in Sean Eckard's bedroom in early in the morning of June 19, 2010. Stanley Eckard said he heard a pop in his brother's neck as the two men fell to the floor, and that he hid Sean's body to protect his mother, who has a weak heart, from the shock of the news. He said he planned to tell his father after his mother left for a trip.

During last month's trial, Assistant State Attorney Pete Magrino highlighted testimony that showed Stanley Eckard was attracted to a woman that his brother was dating.

In the two days after burying his brother, Magrino said, Stanley Eckard sent texts to his brother's girlfriend telling her that they could be together because Sean Eckard was breaking up with her.

On Monday, Chief Assistant Public Defender Alan Fanter asked Tatti for leniency, noting that a long prison term would only add to the parents' pain.

"We ask the court to give the Eckard family some hope of getting back together as a family," he said.

Magrino asked Tatti to send Eckard to prison for life.

"He's a sociopath that should not come out of prison except in a supine position," Magrino said.

When Tatti announced his verdict, the Eckards once again began to sob.

"Fifty years!" Donna Eckard said, again and again.

"Fifty years!"

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Epidode 7 was probably my favorite episode of Under the Bridge. Felt like we finally got to the thick center of this chowder before I start to skim the fat.

The fat: I get the sympathy "look at how these two characters relate and reflect" angle but the writers have shoved so many different dates and non irl instances into the same day it feels like time isn't passing the way it was before. Certain scenes i felt like someone was yelling out "okay and then next." Those and the odd likely time constraint fictional case changes aside i did enjoy a lot about this episode.

The stock; Its hard challenging your sense of justice in our society when you're not used to it and that is possibly easier when real life people are made fictional characters or more increasingly divorced from their real counterparts. It is difficult to rewire a brain that has already been wired via religion or socialization for crime = all good all bad human. But, thank God life is not so simple there's a lot of gray. As we the viewers reach closer and closer to the finale and trial more has been changed from the real reena virk case. Writers made certain changes in the beginning that now when any of the kids on trial say "we didn't know anything about her" it asks the viewer to think back to the first 4 episodes**. Does anyone here really know who Reena is? They know she was murdered, they are finding out how, but what about this girl. She is a vehicle for their ambitions, guilt, and anger but beyond that who really has found out about Reena or hell any of these kids. Cam? Us the audience? Rebecca? Very clearly not Rebecca (character) even though she has so much in common with Reena as well as Warren. But, she can identify herself with the boy because of their mistakes and race. Becca cannot see why Cam doesn't relate to Warren* despite their similarities because she doesn't understand why Cam doesn't sympathize with her.

That quote about Reena being seen as an animal and weaker than Warren sits in my head a little. Based on another tumblr users post this may have actually been said in court not to Rebecca directly, which was a good change for tv imo. But, it made me think of Warren in his drunken angry state went to his "primal human urge" to hurt something weaker or ignore rather than help. As did every other kid who was a bystander that night but they aren't seen as animals in the same way Reena was up until people saw she was in fact dead. Even now in death she is dehumanized and animalized on the internet because of one bad school picture day. A day we all have tried and failed to get the perfect photo. Still, the most animalistic rabid like behavior is coddled because of privilege. One thing the writers have not held back on us how much they personally do not like Kelly Ellard and offer her 0 remorse that she was given as a child. I dont feel bad for character or real life Kelly but I firmly believe she was failed because of her privilege long before she killed Reena Virk.

One thing i loved about this episode is that I felt Rebecca Godfrey (the writer) all over this episode and in Riley's portrayl. Especially when the character says "I will make sure they know your heart." I think that's what she set out to do with her book and by extension allowing this show, she wanted people to know who these humans are at their very human center. Complicit and redeemable? Complicit and capable? And she felt bad about what tragically happened. I hope wherever she is, if she believed in that sort of thing, that she is proud of her story.

* I think and that moment of his verdict in court shows Cam does care about Warren, Rebecca, and extension all of these kids. This is her home, no matter how small these writers have shrunk its vastness. She sees these kids as versions of her, Gabe, and Rebecca but she is a cop and she does have some standard to uphold. Even though her career and who it represents, her dad & brother her family, is starting to show themselves to be harder to stick by. Similar to Josephine and that false sense of family with CMC disintegrating. Will Cam even go ahead to Vancouver for her job by the end of this?

** Which is quite different from the real life accounts where genuinely it seems those kids and the main group imvolved did not know Reena outside from her extreme antics, the lesser teen cruelty one, and her face.

#under the bridge #under the bridge hulu #under the bridge thoughts #rebecca godfrey utb #cam bentland #utb hulu #lily gladstone #riley keough

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His Future Wife (Part 6) - Yandere!Sonny Carisi x reader

a/n: this is the final chapter! i hope you’ve all enjoyed the series :)

Series Masterlist

summary: you go to family court and later trial, as Carisi attempts to gain custody. you just want this to be over.

warnings: rape mentions, court interrogations, threats

Olivia watched you from the window as you sat inside the interrogation room, alone. It had only been three years, but Liv remembered when you were on the other side of the table like it was yesterday.

“Liv, what’s goin on? We got two of SVU’s best held up in interrogation rooms,” Amanda asked, gesturing to you and Carisi.

“We need to piece together the truth, and it won’t be easy,” Liv stated.

“You gonna talk to (y/n), boss?” Fin asked, coming to stand next to her.

“Yes. She needs to come clean this time. I knew something was off with her and Carisi’s relationship. You should’ve been in that house, Fin. I’d never seen either of them like that. Two of my best detectives in a case straight out of our files,” Liv said, shaking her head.

“This won’t look good to a jury unless there was a reason for her to leave. They were married, Carisi’s on the birth certificate. She did run off with those girls,” Fin pointed out.

“Remember when she had to give birth to the twins in the bathtub because she didn’t have access to a phone and the apartment was locked from the outside? A jury might see that as a reasonable motive,” Liv replied.

“She waited three years.”

“She planned it, she was smart. Now we just need to know what he had on her.”

—

Now that you were forced out of your new life as Sonny tried to gain full custody, you were able to get back your old job as an SVU detective.

You found a place near the apartment you’d almost rented in Washington Heights, a two-bedroom that would have to do for now. Everything else was out of your current budget.

The custody battle in family court was vicious. You and Sonny were technically still married by law, and Sonny was giving you a hard time by not agreeing to divorce. You had proceeded with your own lawyers, but it would take a while to finalize.

Sonny was trying to paint you as a mentally unstable mother while he played the concerned, doting father who was robbed of being part of his children’s lives.

—

“Next is (y/l/n) vs. Carisi for custody of their three daughters,” the judge read.

“Miss (Y/l/n) is seeking full custody and permitting limited, supervised visitation hours with the father, Mr. Carisi,” your lawyer explained.

“Mr. Carisi is seeking a split custody agreement with weekly exchanges of the girls. He would also like permission to enroll the twins in Ascension School, the local Catholic school,” Sonny’s lawyer explained.

If you weren’t in a courtroom, you would’ve rolled your eyes.

“Your honor, a split custody agreement is not the right fit for this family. Miss (y/l/n) and her daughters fled from an abusive situation with Mr. Carisi, and the daughters are afraid of him, as they saw Mr. Carisi verbally assaulting their mother,” your lawyer explained.

“Mr. Carisi is a father whose children were viciously ripped from his care, the youngest of which he hadn’t met until last week. Miss (y/l/n) took her children in the middle of the night, taking away any chance for this father to raise them,” Sonny’s lawyer argued.

“I am temporarily granting custody to Miss (y/l/n) with weekends to be spent with the father, Mr. Carisi. I am recommending this case be brought to a grand jury if either party is seeking to charge the other. When that verdict is decided or after six months, I would like to see you both back in here to discuss a more permanent solution. Any sort of schooling is Miss (y/l/n)‘s decision as she will have them during the weekdays,” the judge ordered.

—

One week later, you were grabbing coffee from the break room. You looked up, immediately taken by surprise when you saw a familiar figure exit the elevator. Goddamn. It was Rafael Barba.

“Holy shit, Raf! Welcome back!” you exclaimed, running over to him.

He grinned upon seeing you, dropping his leather briefcase on the ground.

“I’m so glad you’re safe, cariño,” he sighed, pulling you into a big hug.

“So, what brings you back?” you asked, curious as to why the now-bearded attorney had returned.

“Liv asked me to speak with you. If you think it’s a good idea, I would like to represent you,” Rafael explained, giving you a small smile.

“Wow, I don’t know what to say! You’d go after your mentee in court for me?” you laughed.

“(Y/n), Liv and I knew something was wrong from the beginning. I want you to know that I believe you, and we want to fight for you,” he explained.

“Thank you, Raf. Really, thank you,” you smiled.

—

“Mama, I’m tired of sleeping on the top bunk, can Val and I switch please?” Serafina groaned once you entered the twins’ shared room.

“I’m scared of heights!” Val shrieked, an angry look painted across her face.

“It’s really not that high, plus there’s a ladder,” you explained, haplessly defending the kiddie bunk bed you’d gotten off of craigslist. The rooms were tiny, but you would have to make do until the SVU paychecks could build up again. You were also trying to get the house in Queens put into your real name so you could sell that, too.

“But mommy—“ “Mama—“ both girls whined at the same time.

“I’m not gonna hear it! You’ll sleep where you’ve been sleeping until I can figure out something else, okay?” you explained, both twins nodding.

“I wonder if we’ll have our own beds at dad’s,” Val asked Sera quietly once you left the room.

“The lawyer said we would, but I don’t wanna go after he yelled at mommy,” Sera sighed.

“He wants to put us in a fancy school but mama doesn’t want to.”

“It’s ‘cause dad’s a religious freak,” Sera said, completely seriously. You held back your laugh as you eavesdropped.

“He thinks mama’s crazy but I think he’s crazy,” Val pointed out. You had to admit, your girls were more perceptive than you’d ever thought. They definitely inherited their brains from both you and Sonny.

“I can’t believe we have to see him,” Sera groaned. You heard her open and close a drawer, probably grabbing her pajamas.

“I miss our house, I wanna go back,” Val sniffled.

“Me too but we gotta be strong. For mommy and Angelica,” Sera whispered, and you heard the two of them hug.

You returned to Angelica’s crib in your bedroom where she was sound asleep. You sighed, hoping this could all be over soon.

—

Two Months Later

“And this is a picture of the couch where the initial rape happened seven years ago, correct?” Barba continued as you sat on the witness stand.

“Yes,” you confirmed.

“A gross but fortunate fact is that only the tops of the cushions had been cleaned in the past seven years. A spot of blood with semen mixed in was found on the side of one of the cushions. A spot that was a forensic match for Miss (y/l/n)‘s blood and Mr. Carisi’s semen.”

“Is there a question here?” Carisi’s lawyer asked.

“Let me redirect. Miss (y/l/n), why did you not call for help when you entered into labor eight months later inside the apartment you shared with Mr. Carisi?”

Barba clicked the slides to show photos of your old apartment with closer photos showing how it had to be locked from the outside with a key.

“Mr. Carisi had taken my phone.”

“And you didn’t try to… find any neighbors to help you?”

“I banged on the door, but Sonny locked me inside the apartment. He started doing that when the doctor put me on bedrest at seven and a half months.”

“And you ended up giving birth…?”

“On my own, in the bathtub. I almost died.”

You glanced over at where SVU sat behind the tables, Liv with a disgusted look on her face. Fin and Amanda were devastated.

“Nothing further.”

Barba stepped back towards your table and Carisi’s lawyer, a middle-aged man whom you’d seen around the DA’s office, stepped forward.

“What age were you when your initial sexual encounter with Mr. Carisi happened?” he asked you, stepping closer.

“I was twenty-five when he raped me.”

“And were you a virgin?”

“Yes, I was.”

“Were you on your period?”

“No.”

“Then the blood was likely the breaking of your hymen, correct?”

“Objection, the victim is not a medical professional,” Barba gestured.

“Yes, but she is an experienced SVU detective. You can answer, Miss (y/l/n),” the judge said.

“It could’ve been my hymen, but we also sometimes see blood in victims of rape when the rapist is rough. I was bleeding a lot, and I was in severe pain,” you explained.

“Is it possible your period might’ve been triggered by intercourse with the defendant?”

“No, it can’t happen that quickly. And I didn’t get my period again until after I gave birth eight months later,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“Miss (y/l/n), please only answer the questions you are asked,” the judge warned.

“How many times do you see victims being blackmailed or manipulated in your job?”

“Maybe in one out of five domestic conflicts,” you estimated.

“And Mr. Carisi had allegedly threatened your parent’s jobs and reputations?”

“Yes, he did.”

“You are a detective, and you worked with detectives. You see these issues with civilians and work to solve them. So why did you never attempt to tell anyone that you had been blackmailed or raped? In fact, you only cried rape once Mr. Carisi tried to gain custody of your three daughters, is that correct?”

“I didn’t tell anyone because he’d forced me to marry him and my parent’s reputations were being threatened. I became too separated from the job, I couldn’t see anyone believing me or advocating for me. I took my daughters away so they’d never have to deal with the abuse that Mr. Carisi had put me through,” you explained, locking eyes with Sonny for the first time since the trial had started.

He looked angry. Though he had won weekends in family court, if he was convicted, the custody agreement would have to be revised. He couldn’t believe you’d betray him like this, especially by getting Barba to represent you. His old mentor? That was cold.

—

"In the charge of sexual assault in the third degree, how do you find the defendant?"

“We find the defendant guilty, your honor.”

“In the charge of unlawful imprisonment, how do you find the defendant?”

“We find the defendant guilty, your honor.”

Your eyes grew wide, immediately glancing at Carisi to gauge his reaction. His face was twisted into a look of sick disbelief.

“This ain’t ova’! I’m gettin’ you back and I’m gettin’ custody of my daughters!” Sonny sneered, pointing directly at you as a guard attempted to wrangle him.

Liv, who was sitting right behind you, stroked your arm comfortingly. Barba gave you a smile and a nod before you reached over and gave him a hug.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“That was a walk in the park. Sonny and his lawyer were stupid to not take that plea deal. He’ll do three years minimum. Along with being disbarred,” he said, and you nodded with tears in your eyes. You might even be able to get full custody again.

—

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t know if they’d find him guilty for the rape. I mean, we know it happened, but it was so long ago,” Amanda marveled as she sat with you, Liv, Barba and Fin at Forlini’s.

“He got cocky, thought they’d dismiss the blood and semen as consensual sex since you were a virgin,” Barba said, taking a swig of his whiskey.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to tell my kids when they get older. I’m lucky they’re still young, but the twins are starting to understand. I overheard them the other day talking about how Sonny is crazy and they couldn’t believe they had to spend weekends with him after how he treated me,” you sighed.

“We’ll help you every step of the way. SVU is your family, too,” Fin added.

“Amen to that,” Liv smiled.

“Cheers, to family,” you offered, everyone following and clinking glasses.

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