Saeebo Stories

Heya! This is mainly a fluff fanfic though it will contain occasional themes of abuse so don't read if you're sensitive to that stuff! Shuichi is a poor inventor in a dystopian society who makes a living off of selling scrap metal and parts to better inventors. He dreams of one day making something that doesn't always malfunction and getting a better life, but he knows that's far from happening. That is, until he finds a broken-down, abandoned robot in a dumpster... This started as an rp with xx-Gay-Trash_JayXxx but we decided to make it a fanfic as we go. It'll be updated as the rp goes on. Cover art is not mine. Credit to the artist.

[Saiibo, Human Kiibo/(mostly)Non Despair AU] "Marina and The Diamonds? Huh. Never would have pegged you as a fan." "Says the one playing Clair De Lune through their headphones." ---- About Two months after the unfortunate death of Kaede Akamatsu, Shuuichi Saihara is invited to a party. Held by one of Akamatsu's old friends: Rantaro Amami. Now, Saihara doesn't exactly... Do parties. He however agrees to go- because despite his look Amami is a very responsible. No matter what his wanderlust tells someone. He promised no drugs or alcohol. There wasn't any. Saihara brings his phone and headphones with him anyway. He bumped into an albino male with an odd taste in music that night. And it changed everything.

Ships random so I think about I put here lol. I was inspired to make Shuichi more of a yandere/making Keebo cry or etc. JUST STAY WITH ME LOL