GUYS WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS UNDERRATED AS FUCK WHERE ARE THE THOUSANDS OF NOTES??? I LOVE THIS THIS IS

GUYS WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS UNDERRATED AS FUCK WHERE ARE THE THOUSANDS OF NOTES??? I LOVE THIS THIS IS SO ANXJAJXIAJSQISNAXJAKDJAIXIAJSKAA PLEASE READ THIS

Hi! Can I request Ranpo and Beast in the Shadows for the 300 Followers Event? If that's okay with you of course!

yes it's very much okay with me HAHA I remember enjoying this novella more than I thought I would taglist: @irethepotato, @kisara-16reblogs, @thatdazaikin, @dazaee

Shadow based on Beast in the Shadows (陰獣）

300 Followers Event Masterlist Summary: How could something so celebrated such as love be so painful? Pairing: Ranpo x GN!Reader Genre: Angst. Pure Angst. Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: death, mentions of abuse, suicide (and not proofread oop) A/N: The ending! Imo it's what gave this work so much character from the usual mystery novel. Decided to absolutely forego Edogawa-sensei's writing style because this fanwork is just reveling in angst HAHA hope this is okay!

WARNING: If you plan on reading the original work, please do so first! This contains MAJOR MAJOR spoilers for it! (It's a mystery novel so yes)

Every single piece had finally fallen perfectly into place in his head, and the picture before him was perfectly clear.

“Y/N.”

He opened his eyes to your crumbling form, tears about to spill from your beautiful eyes. For every second longer that his gaze lingered, the knot in his throat tightened. This was not how things were supposed to be – this wasn’t what this room was for. The setting sun’s light that painted an enchanting glow on your sweet face wasn’t meant to accentuate the tragedy about to unfold.

But even before he first stepped inside his decision had already been set in stone.

Each of your attempts to reclaim the warm Edogawa Ranpo you once knew, he brushed off coldly for turning away now would do nothing.

“Y/N, I know who killed your husband.”

You sat there silently while you stared at him with the same imploring eyes. It’s almost as if you knew his intentions from the start – not even a shred of curiosity or surprise could be found on your sullen face.

He took out a familiar, crumpled map and unfolded it. It was the same one used in the investigation, marked with red ink and covered in sticky notes. Everything was the same as it had been, except for one new addition.

“The location of all the residences of this stalker of yours… when you connect them together, it makes almost a perfect circle. Why would that be?”

Usually, you’d answer with your own theories. He’d listen intently even to the most ridiculous ones as long as they came from your lovely mind. Perhaps he’d tease you a bit and remind you of his greatness, but now a single glance at you was all it took for him to lose the patience for an answer that wouldn’t come.

“That means the perpetrator takes the same amount of time to get there and return to their true residence: right here.” His finger lightly tapped twice the center of the circle. “And that place is…?”

You continued to sob, ignoring his question. “Ranpo-san please stop.”

“It’s your house, Y/N. Your house.”

His voice cracked upon emphasis of it being yours – the betrayal hitting harder now than it did when he first saw it all. How could he have been so blind? But rather than at you or himself, the anger and frustration were directed to how ludicrous the whole situation was.

Going so far as to set up a fictitious third party and frame them as the culprit, concealing your true identity as both an accomplished writer and murderer, and all the while ensnaring him with your tender caresses…

You only resolved to flee from your abusive husband when you fell in love with Ranpo – that was the great detective’s conclusion.

You averted your eyes as more tears ran down your cheek. Watching everything crumble and witness the last thing he wanted to see was unbearable; how much more unbearable was this for you?

“You could have asked for help! From someone, from anyone. You didn’t- you shouldn’t have done it, Y/N. There are other ways, other places you could have run to-“

Was that true? Was there, without a doubt, somewhere safe for you to live a new life? That pig would have hounded you – worse, kill you in the most painful way possible the moment he found you again.

That’s why many victims could never leave even if they wanted to.

Ranpo then remembered his own and the Agency;  they were an option, for sure! Why hadn’t you asked them, then? They would have gotten that bastard in jail with not much issue as long as you were willing to-

I should have just killed him!

The cries of the teenage boy of the other case they were dealing with suddenly pierced his memory. You were there too - before all of this shit happened - and you heard it all. How brutally his mother had been murdered by her ex fresh out of jail. How lonely and bitter the family was.

He suddenly remembered that that was the same day he saw your lonely eyes turn fearful.

There is no escape from death but with death itself.

“…turn yourself in. Then forget everything that ever happened here.”

You finally looked back at him. The grip on his cape slowly loosened and your hand fell lifelessly like the sun that sunk below the window’s horizon.

Without your resistance, Ranpo was able to slowly stand up and take in your figure engulfed by shadows one last time. It was the complete opposite of all the rendezvous you had together. How strange it was; how pathetic you seemed.

He’d left you alone in that apartment along with all the fondness he once had for you.

Who’d have known he’d the flame of love would burn in him so wildly? It must have been lit in him when your lips touched his; your own fire easily taking over him. What a dangerous disease – what a terrible torment that he was fortunate to snuff out before it destroyed him completely.  

That is, the fate of those consumed by raging fire was falling into the cold depths of unfeeling water.

“Don’t give me that shit.”

It was only a week after when a body was found floating under a boat near the mouth of the river – it was yours. Strangely enough it was almost identical to the way your husband’s corpse had been discovered.

He refused to believe the news until he saw and touched your body for himself. This could just be another of your schemes, right? Scaring him like that in order to bring him back to you, begging that things be brought to how they were before.

But there you were, lying cold and motionless before him. In the back of his mind he imagined you’d turn to him and coax him to lie into your open arm, just like how you’d done so many times before.

Yet it was the memory of your last meeting that prevailed in his heart: the regret and sorrow from the realization that he had been too harsh on you that evening.

He had killed you with his words.

“Y/N… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-“

No apology, no matter how sincere and desperate, would turn back time. He could have been wrong: your silence could have meant nothing. Your stalker could have been a flesh-and-blood human who pushed you to your demise, still roaming around the streets of Yokohama. There had to be someone the blame can be thrown on. There had to be someone who could heal the open wound left in his heart. There had to be someone-

Time and time again he’d revisit the same places and evidences in an attempt to find something new. A lead, a suspect, anything. But time washes away traces of the incident like rain slowly eroding loose soil.

In the end he was left with a soggy pile of cinders. It could no longer hold a flame no matter what he did, and amidst the warm light of the fading sun a frigid silence remained.

Only guilt had followed him religiously, like a tortuous beast in the shadows.

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((i need more art of him, i drained my whole pinterest, twitter, and tumblr for this moment))

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You looked up at Ranpo's peaceful features, his eyes usually closed and his spiky hair messier than ever pressed against your pristine pillows—and he was so adorable, you really couldn't believe he was here right now, in your bed, in your arms. You snuck a hand out from the blanket that was covering the both of you, reaching out to stroke his cheek, and—

His eyes opened. You took your hand away, and now it was just hovering in the air above his head. His eyes were a pair of bright beautiful emerald orbs—scanning your face which was starting to grow surprised, a smirk starting to form on his face. He reached out a hand of his own to gently guide yours back to his face.

"I can see you're trying to wake me up, sweetheart." Heavens, you adored him.

OR

a bsd Ranpo morning after drabble. req by @enmie1533, you little demon of a sister. thanks for the banner. be careful ranpo's my son.

warnings: nsfw very verrrrry very implied, you can't even tell but i that's what req meant (told me herself). nothing much else really. just cuddles 'n' all. gender neutral reader. not proofread. reader speaks up like once. very cringe. very very.

The unusual silence of no alarms greeted you this morning.

Strange, a lot of things were different this morning. The bed was warmer, tilted slightly more to the side, the pillows were arranged differently, and there was a pair of lean arms wrapped around you. That's right.

You looked up at the man who was sleeping right next to you. Ranpo was letting out a quiet snore—you were just right next to him so you could hear it directly next to your ear. It would've annoyed you if, say, you were married and old, and you couldn't stand the detective's constant annoying remarks much less his snoring, but at this moment, you just found it insanely adorable.

You scanned Ranpo's peaceful features for another moment or so, his eyes usually closed and his spiky hair messier than ever pressed against your pristine pillows—and he was so cute, you really couldn't believe he was here right now, in your bed, in your arms. You snuck a hand out from the blanket that was covering the both of you, reaching out to stroke his cheek, and—

His eyes opened. You suddenly pulled your hand away, and now it was just hovering in the air above his head. His eyes were a pair of bright beautiful emerald orbs—scanning your face which was starting to grow surprised, a cheeky smirk starting to form on his face. He reached out a hand of his own to gently guide yours back to his face.

"I can see you're trying to wake me up, sweetheart." Heavens, you adored him.

"... Why are you awake."

"It's morning already. The sun is up, and so am I—!" And Ranpo was quickly moving again—curling up on top of you. You let out an exasperated groan as his dark hair tickled your jaw from how he nuzzled against your neck, then tilted his head downwards so that his nose was practically swimming in your collarbone.

You and him both knew he would not wake up just because the sun was up. Seldom this brat even knew how to wake up to an alarm without snoozing it thrice. Whatever. You chose to ignore it and take your hands out of the blanket instead, running them through his hair gently. Ranpo let out a chuckle in return.

"You smell nice," Ranpo murmured against you, taking a long inhale of your scent, the air that you both were practically sharing because of how close he was to you. You could feel a ghost of a smirk against your skin. "You look nice. Do you feel nice, too?"

You nodded at him slightly, letting him take your face in his hands. This moment was so soft for the two of you—Ranpo gently cupped your cheeks as he lifted himself off just a little. He tilted your face up to look directly at him, his eyes half-lidded as he scanned your features slowly. Memorizing your face. His green orbs in full view. His bare shoulders peeking out from the blanket just slightly. The smirk on his face. His messy hair. You swore he looked prettier than any other guy out there.

Ranpo hummed in amusement at your silence (he could feel your eyes looking so closely at him and it made him flush with both embarrassment and love), and he leaned back down to quickly place a kiss on your lips—it was hastily made, but he kissed deeply, and genuinely. As if making sure you knew how sure he was of you. The detective was so sure he was helplessly in love with you that he didn't even need his glasses to confirm it. He knew he loved you.

He quickly pulled away with an exaggerated "mwah!", rolling off you and dragging the blanket with him. You wanted to shout after him to be more careful, but he was already running off with the blanket half-dragging at his feet as he ran off into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Ranpo was cackling childishly, his laughter echoing from the bathroom and taunting you annoyingly.

...

And when you complained and asked him why he rushed off like a goof after kissing you so genuinely, he simply replied, "Hm? Obviously, the world's greatest detective needs to get ready for his job. I'll see you tonight when I'm done saving the world, sweetheart!"

Ranpo turned to you after pulling his brown hat on, opening his bright green eyes for you to see once more. "Your place, this time?"

she’s my muse