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[UPDATED] Psycho Pass Translations Index covering all (known) translated content so far. Please feel free to @ me if I missed anything! Don't forget to say thanks to the translators!
[Updated] Cleaned up the file and made some corrections + PPP Novel
these two have so much comedy potential they're so funny
psycho pass movie, you’ll always be famous
[PSYCHO PASS 3] Kei Mikhail Ignatov
Akira Amano loves designing dark haired men
I am the target audience
An excerpt from Psycho Pass Asylum- Restaurant De Campagne. Translated into English by me. It follows Kagari’s story about how he grew interested in cooking “natural” food. The narration is in flashback and serves as a prequel to S1.
Happy Halloween 🎃 (Dividers by @cafekitsune)
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I have been helping out in the restaurant for more than a month...
I bet the infirmary has a bed just for him....
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Psycho-Pass Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kougami Shinya/Tsunemori Akane Characters: Kougami Shinya, Tsunemori Akane, Ginoza Nobuchika, Sugou Teppei Summary:
A collection of unfinished works.
This one is a belated entry for Shinkane Week. It’s drafted material, so it can be either Day 5 or the Free Day: totally up to you.
Yes, they do The Deed.
@shinkaneweek, thanks again for another successful year! NSFW under the cut and tags are updated on AO3!
Prompt: Leather
Kougami was starting to get annoyed by the collar.
To be fair, he willingly put it on, to Akane’s delight. He had turned his head, ignoring the sudden heat in his ears. “There, so how long do I have to wear it?”
“Just until tonight.” She tugged at the steel ring hanging above his clavicle, and he was caught off guard, leaning towards her. “Oh, wow. It’s perfect.”
The leather tightened across the nape of his neck, not painful yet. “Will I get a reward for being patient?”
“Hmm, if you behave.” Then, she released him with a pat on the head and marched off.
Shinkane Week 2024, Day 4: Treat
Summary:
With Kogami supporting her, Akane fights her battles… in the kitchen.
@shinkaneweek, this first part is more suggestive than descriptive. Can be read after Three Strands or on its own!
Prompt: Lace
Akane’s fingers tightened in Kougami’s shirt, the tip of her tongue sliding against his. This time, she was the one who was late, the consequence of cumulative overtime minutes. He had pulled her into their home, barely giving her the opportunity to slide out of her skirt and shoes, before grabbing her hips and pinning her to the wall. Her head fell back, his mouth following hers. After the day’s stress, she didn’t want to think, and he was very good with his hands. That thought snapped when she heard the awful familiar sound.
The tearing of lace.
Shinkane Week 2024:
DAY FOUR: Trick or Treat
"Come dine with us", served by Sybil.
Shinkane Week 2024:
DAY THREE: Time or Space
Spy x Family AU
Kogami works for MoFA agents, Akane is a secret inspector under Sybil, and Tenzing is a teenager that can read minds.
(more notes under on this AU that is now living in my brain rent free)
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Psycho-Pass Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kougami Shinya/Tsunemori Akane Characters: Kougami Shinya, Tsunemori Akane, Ginoza Nobuchika, Sugou Teppei Summary:
A collection of unfinished works.
@shinkaneweek, I do wonder what Gino thought about the handcuff situation lmao. Edit: at last, posted everything so far to AO3!
Prompt: Drafts
Ginoza noticed almost immediately. Despite the rubble and debris, he followed the tunnel that Kougami had taken, down in the depths of the frozen city. When he heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot, his steady pace quickened to a run. He had raised his weapon, ready to fire, when his name was called. Nothing relieved him more than seeing the familiar outline of Kougami’s hair, and the realization a second later that he was carrying Tsunemori. Her face was drawn and pale, as he stepped out of the shadows.
And right there, reflected in the moonlight, were a pair of handcuffs locking their wrists together.
***
The three of them huddled under a stone structure, passable shelter from the bitter wind and whirling snow. For a while, Ginoza didn’t speak. He drafted the words over and over in his head, none of the nascent questions adequate enough.
What happened with the General, Tsunemori?
Kougami, will you stop looming over her like that?
Why are you still cuffed to each other…?
He really couldn’t think of a plausible explanation for the last. As he continued in circuitous thoughts, Hanashiro returned.
“I called the retrieval team. They’ll be here in two minutes.” Her gaze landed on Ginoza, then the other two. Her eyes widened a fraction, and Ginoza belatedly recognized how their position looked.
Instead of opposite sides, they were joined by their left wrists; the metal was obscured between their bodies, but Tsunemori was basically sitting across Kougami’s legs. An emergency tourniquet had stopped the blood loss, but she was exhausted and barely keeping her head upright. Kougami shook her on occasion, and his scowl was fixed on.
“Thank you, Hanashiro-san.” Tsunemori murmured. “What about the-?”
“Worry about it later.” Kougami urged. “Hang on, not that much longer.”
“Mm.”
Hanashiro provided a flimsy excuse to trudge back to the designated landing point, not looking back. Ginoza felt a bit of the old ache return, the memory of his longtime friend and co-inspector both accelerating on a separate path from his. He’d witnessed enough of Tsunemori’s pensive expressions; on the boat ride here, he was surprised to see the same stare on Kougami’s face. Now, his suspicion was only confirmed.
Of course, it had to be their left hands.
At last, he said. “Tsunemori, I’m assuming you have the key to the handcuffs?”
She nodded. “I do.”
Ginoza exhaled. “And Kougami? If you ever hurt her, you’ll answer to me too.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“So, we’ll leave it at that.” Perhaps, it was irrational to encourage them, but that was friendship after all. He spent the last remaining moments pretending to ignore them, as he formulated a message confirming to Shimotsuki that they were safe and her precious weapon was in one piece.
Signal had recovered, because the reply was swift. I’ll believe it when I see you in person. Our side will guarantee there won’t be any delays. He cracked a smile. Then, the clouds cleared, and Hanashiro waved to them. Kougami perfunctorily lifted Tsunemori again and Ginoza matched his stride, as they boarded the aircraft bound for home.
By this point in his life, Kogami was grateful for moments where he could spend his time doing what makes him happy. Perhaps that was a considerably mediocre sentiment, some trite cliche from an old man's novel, but after long years of hunting and fighting demons and monsters and everything in between, it worked for him.
His hands moved on their own as he gathered all he would need for the weekend, packing everything neatly into an overnight bag. An alert on his wrist grabbed his attention, a call from his boss – so much for his time off.
“What is it?” he asked straight away, immediately resuming his packing while he waited for the bad news.
“Don’t hate me,” came Frederica’s apologetic but firm greeting. Whatever she wanted, it seemed there was no getting out of it. Kogami groaned inwardly. It seemed he wouldn’t be making it to Tokyo in time for dinner.
***
The car ride was long, but he didn’t mind it. He liked the time alone to think, to picture the weekend ahead of him and all that would encompass it, and when nightfall had completely ettled around him with still an hour to go before his arrival, Kogami gave her a call.
“You’re late,” she greeted, as soon as she picked up. He could tell by her tone that she wasn’t upset; these days her own work hours were long and arduous, so she was probably still working.
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” she said, her sweet voice as kind as ever. If he could listen to nothing else for the rest of his life, he'd die a happy man. “I had reports to catch up on, anyway.”
A mental picture came to mind then, Akane sitting at her desk and typing away dutifully at the keys. He missed her hands. If he listened hard enough, Kogami could hear the very taps he pictured in the background.
“Are you hungry?” Her reply came in a knowing hum, long past the point of marveling at how he always could tell when food was on her mind. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered asking anymore – especially when his tardiness all but guaranteed her answer.
After a brisk tapping of his fingers on the GPS to add her favorite food stop in his route, Kogami asked, “Whose office are you stuck in this time?"
Akane, still clacking away at her keyboard, was quiet for the slightest of moments, though it was so quick that he had to wonder if it was his imagination.
“Same as last,” she said.
His fingers clenched silently against the steering wheel, eyes narrowing at the skyline.
"Aren't you too old to be getting jealous of something so trivial?”
"I'm not jealous."
Despite her attempt to stifle it, Kogami could hear her snicker on the other end of the call.
"Right, and I'm not starving." The car was on auto-pilot, but he laid his foot on the accelerator anyway, pushing the speed up a notch. "You should be more grateful, you know. We wouldn't be able to do this at all if not for him."
He had nothing to say to that, and Akane seemed to take pity on him then as she changed the subject.
“How close are you?”
“Thirty minutes."
“Alright,” she said, and in her voice he could hear her smile. He couldn't wait to see it in person. “I’ll be finished by then.”
***
Walking in and out of the Ministry of Welfare’s building with leisure was something Kogami couldn't get used to. The memory of that privilege from his Inspector days was too long ago to resurface in any sense of familiarity, far buried beneath the cold walls of this prison and the mockery of waltzing into a locked paddy wagon in order to venture outside. Those days, too, were well behind him now, yet they hovered in looming as he stepped off the elevator, another ghost of his past that he'd likely never be rid of.
The smell of takeout dangling from his hands caught Akane’s attention before anything else, too focused on proofreading to hear the doors slide open or his heavy footsteps approaching her desk from behind.
“Twenty-six minutes,” Akane announced, though her eyes stayed fixed on the screen. “Impressive.” Kogami smiled, then ruffled the top of her head in greeting.
While he waited for Akane to wrap up work, Kogami took his place in one of the exorbitantly upscale armchairs in the middle of the room, setting the bagged food down on a table far too luxurious for his taste. And when she was finally finished, Akane leaned back in her seat and stretched the ache from her arms, then stood to do the same with her legs. In that moment Kogami took note of the consequential upward shift of her skirt from sitting down for so long, revealing a sliver more of her thighs than usual, and he felt guilty a moment later when he realized he had been staring, as if willing the hosiery to disappear from her skin.
But she didn't bother to fix it, either, as she strode from the chair at her desk to the armchair across from him. It humored him to think she noticed his fixed gaze and decided to let him have the little treat – but knowing her, it was more likely the painfully casual air about her within his long-awaited company that made her pay no mind to it. Still, his mind liked to consider the alternative, considering what would eventually become of their night, as it always did.
Day 4: Halloween!
I was super excited for this prompt, so Halloween themed photo booth!
