#dcmkemogust2020

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YOUNG Love......Be like❤️ Ran x Shinichi

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TW: Character death below. 

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Decided to do a prompt from @dcmkemogust20xx ( ´ ▽ ` )

PROMPT: Alcohol

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Drawings from this year’s dcmk emogust

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DCMKEmogust “Bet”

[dcmkemogust20xx]

DCMKEmogust2020!

To all other fans stuck in DCMK hell!

It’s August and last year this fandom had a little event called Emogust - Emotional August. By courtesy of the amazing @sup-poki and @mintchocolateleaves!

It was really fun! But unfortunately, this year nothing concrete was planned. So with their permission, I went ahead and reawakened it! And without further rambling.

Emogust will run from Mon 03.08 till Fri 28.08*, for those who wish Mon 31.08 is also included. OvO Our aim for the event is to make one another feel emotions!

HOW DOES IT WORK?

Well it will be a little different for this year since it’s a little short notice, my apologies.

But basically, each sunday there will be 5 predetermined prompts that will be posted for the following week.

And to almost quote last year:

“But, there’s a twist to each content challenge and of course, that means there’s a twist to this one! And that is, that each day, we have to change the genre up. What does this mean? It means, if we create something in the angst genre on Monday, we can’t create something angsty again until Wednesday.” All genres are welcome. Just make sure to not do the same one two days in a row. Ex. Mon: Angst, Tue: Fluff, Wed: Angst, Thu: Humor etc.

And of course, we all would love for you to join in! Join us all in our prompts - and suffering - and be sure to tag your content #DCMKEmogust2020. Or, better yet, @ me! A challenge is always more fun if it’s not done in a void!”

...WHY?

Why not! It’s an emotional content war between us all, y’all should just go with it.

WHAT ABOUT WEEKENDS?

Weekends are for collecting our thoughts and emotions, and for having a break after a week of creating things. We’re not inhuman - we need breakdays or we might quit halfway through.

*Dates are what we’re planning on, if we don’t like, die and stop halfway through. No offense: Creating stuff is hard ^^-

Art by @sup-poki​

Here is my own lil writing corner @wickfursfanfics​ Thanks Wick OvO

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10.08 - Hungry

My entry for DCMKEmogust2020! It’s a little late, I’m behind this week xD but oh well.

*Attempted humour *KaiShin

Prompt of the day - Hungry 

 Ever since Kaito had started to live with the detective a year ago. He had noticed a pattern.

When Kaito and Shinichi would go to bed. Both their breaths would even out in sleep, and peace would settle over their room.

But then, sometimes in the middle of the night Kaito would wake up because of him being a light sleeper. Being woken up by his detective leaving the room. He just assumes he was going to the toilet and he would quickly fall asleep again with that knowledge.

But one night he had been awake enough to notice that Shinichi wasn't back until a full 30 minutes later. What had he been doing all that time? The detective just lay down on his bed and falls asleep again like nothing was wrong.

After that night he had started to sense this pattern about the whole thing.

1. Shinichi would always wake up at the unholy hour of 3am.

2. He took around 30 to 40 minutes each time.

3. The kitchen felt strangely disturbed. Like someone had been there after they fell asleep.

4. The fridge felt more empty than usual after one of his night strolls.

Kaito, feeling suspicious about the whole thing. Decides to set up his hidden cameras in the kitchen, the halls and their bedroom.

---

Shinichi isn't very happy with the discovery.

"Kaito what is this?" He asks, glaring. Holding out the offending devices he had found. Woops.

"Hidden cameras" Kaito answers innocently.

Shinichi rolls his eyes. "I know it's hidden cameras, Baro. What I want to know is, why they are set up in our kitchen" he says impatiently.

Kaito gulps unnoticeably and comes up with a suitable lie.

"I thought I heard a racoon the other night and wanted to make sure we weren't being robbed of all our food" he lied smoothly.

There, nailed it. It's a half truth anyway, though Shinichi is easily the cutest racoon he knows.

The detective sighs.

"Just take them down please" he says, putting down the cameras on the kitchen counter. He then makes his way out of the room, presumably towards the library.

"Alright dear!" He yells. He woops in triumph internally, he hadn't noticed all the other cameras.

"And take down the ones in the halls and our bedroom too you pervert!" Shinichi hollered from the library. Damn.

Kaito deflates in disappointment. He would just have to do this in a different way it seems.

---

When he and Shinichi went to sleep that night. Kaito sneaked up and put up some traps to try and deterre the detective. He might avoid them so he had to set up, a few. Maybe 10 just to be sure.

When the night gave way to morning and Kaito woke up. He trudged tiredly out into the hall and promptly laid eyes on his detective. He was sleeping strangely soundly in one of his rope-net traps. No indication of him knowing he was there. How odd. 

Feeling a little guilty of letting his detective sleep in such a bad place he took him down and put him in their bed.

When the detective woke up from his slumber, he was grumpy and beyond irritated the whole day. Making Kaito's day a hell. Why would him, deterring his nightly stroll make him so grumpy and wanting so much coffee? He decides it's a bad idea for his health to try the traps a second time.

---

For the next night Kaito decides to just follow his detective the old fashioned way.

When he wakes from Shinichi leaving the room at 3am. He quietly follows him down the hall on light phantom steps. He knew Shinichi would notice him eventually. But strangely enough he never calls him out on it.

Soon enough they reach the kitchen and Kaito watches in intrest from his hiding spot. As the detective takes out pots, pans and other kitchen wares. Ingredients of all kinds get handled with such expertise Kaito has a hard time believing it isn't a dream. His detective is one of those people who could burn cooked eggs if given enough time to do so. He was a mess in the kitchen.

After setting out something that suspiciously looked like something from food wars. The detective started to eat it with gusto so unlike his detective. He was usually never hungry…

After he had devoured the divine looking meal, he quickly set about cleaning up the kitchen so it basically looked untouched since Kaito used it. After that he headed straight to bed, not once questioning Kaito's presence. If that wasn't odd nothing was.

---

For several nights he continued to observe his detective's strange habit of making mouth watering foods in the middle of the night. He was a bit jealous that Shinichi got to eat it all. And he hadn't called Kaito out on being in the room once. Even though he had started to observe from the very open and easy to notice doorway.

---

Then one morning he decided to get to the bottom of this.

He watches as the sleepy detective sluggishly makes his way around the kitchen. His slippered feet dragging as he nurses his mug of coffee like it was the only thing keeping him coherent enough to walk. Which was probably true.

"You know" he drawls as Shinichi gets his customary toast from the toaster. And slowly heads towards his kitchen chair looking like a zombie. "Maybe you wouldn't be this tired every morning if you didn't get up in the middle of the night" 

Shinichi turned drowsy and confused eyes his way. An elegant "what??" escaping his mouth. He then continued with "What are you talking about Kaito?" He yawned out.

"Well, you know. You waking up at 3am every night to make gourmet worthy food" he groused. 

He was honestly feeling a little betrayed. He was the one making dinner for the two of them everyday. Because Shinichi was frankly, terrible in the kitchen. So he has been lied to, Shinichi is amazing in the kitchen and is a terrible boyfriend for not letting Kaito eat with him.

Shinichi looked even more confused if it was possible.

"Kaito, you know I can't even manage to cook eggs without somehow burning the water… How do you expect me to be able to make gourmet food?" He made a face "What kind of dreams are you having exactly?"

The utter denial from his detective honestly hurt, why would he lie to him like this?

But, he decided. He would just have to catch him in the act. Film it all if he had to. Detective's love their evidence after all.

---

That night Kaito took his phone with him and immediately started to film as his detective made it out of bed. He filmed the red numbers of 3am at his alarm clock and slowly followed the detective down the stairs to the crime scene. Namely the kitchen.

He hanged back in the doorway for a while. Letting Shinichi gather his ingredients and utensils before he approached with purpose. 

He, as loudly as he could walked over and clearly filmed as Shinichi expertly handled the ingredients and his knife. Chopping the vegetables like he had done this thousands of times before. But he didn't even flinch at his presence. Not even when he thrusts his phone into his vision.

"There detective! I now even have evidence, you won't believe I know of this otherwise right?" He sneers. He was not pouting, nuh uh.

But the detective just continued to load stuff into the pan like Kaito wasn't even in the room. Kaito watches for a few seconds as Shinichi uses his spatula. Oblivious to his presence in any shape or form. Before he feels enough is enough. He doesn't like to be ignored, especially by his detective.

Kaito waved a hand Infront of his eyes. "Oi Meitantei, quit ignoring me" he says annoyed. The camera on his phone was still recording. But he was getting a little concerned.

"Shinichi, hello~ You okay?" He still didn't respond. He took the spatula out of his hand with minimal effort and zero protests from the detective. Moving the pan from the burner and turning it off. Then he turned Shinichi's face towards his own.

"Shin-chan?" He asked worriedly. The detective didn't give any indication of even seeing him. Kaito tilts his head in confusion, what was going on?

When he let go of his chin he immediately went back to what he was doing and continues to cook. Like he was in a trance. Like he was-

Then it clicked. Is he- is he sleepwalking? Sleep-cooking?? Kaito was utterly stunned as he continued to film the sleepwalking detective do magic on the stove.

When the meal was finished the detective took out a plate and put it by the stove. Plating himself some food. 

Kaito poofed forth his own plate to see if he would do anything with it. And would you look at that, he automatically plated some food for him too. Kaito chuckled to himself in Humor at the discovery as Shinichi sat down to eat.

Since he wasn't feeling very hungry at the unholy hours of night he decided to just give it a taste test.

As soon as it touched his tongue he moaned unabashedly at the heavenly taste. It was so good~ (*´▽`*)♡

He took another bite just for the hell of it before he covered the plate with plastic wrap and put it in the fridge. It was evidence after all. That,  and he could eat it for breakfast in the morning.

When Shinichi was finished he cleaned up like he always did before he went up to their room to sleep. Kaito followed him up with a spring in his step. He will have a field day showing this to his detective in the morning. He couldn't wait.

---

You could practically see the detective’s sleep-addled mind start to move as Kaito put down the plate of food on the table between them.

"What's this?" He asked sleepily into his coffee.

"This, is the food you made in the whee hours of 3am" he answered nonchalantly. Shinichi just looked down at the food bewildered. Kaito took pity on him and pulled out his phone. He pulled up the video and watched with glee the show of emotions fleeting over the detective’s face.

Shinichi choked on his coffee "What- I never- I didn't-"  he spluttered out, as he watched himself do what, to him, was impossible. "I don't remember any of this..." he mutters with a hand to his head.

When the video came to the part where Kaito tried to make contact  with him, the detective made a disturbed but fascinated sound. "I'm… sleepwalking in the middle of the night to make food" he said slowly "And I'm somehow capable of not burning anything" he said glancing to the plate on the table like it would eat him.

"Seems so" Kaito said cheerily. He grinned as a thought struck him "At least this explains one mystery" he said mischievously.

Shinichi raises an eyebrow in a silent question.

"This explains how you can seemingly go a whole day surviving on nothing but a toast, coffee and fumes" Kaito snickers.

The detective snorted at that "I guess so" then his humor diminished and he turned thoughtful "But it doesn't explain why I can't use this skill while I'm awake"

Kaito blinked "No idea. Maybe your logical mind gets in the way when you are awake"

"You mean I shouldn't think?" He scoffs at that "That is bound to lead to an accidentally cut finger or other injuries"

Kaito just chuckles "But, if we do this right" he began "We could use your sleepwalking to make dinner for the both of us every other day" he reasoned.

Shinichi grumbled an affirmative into his coffee.

Guess his skills could be used after all.

END

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A/N: Because @sup-poki is an enabler and I love hands. Technically it’s part of the unposted Underwear Model!Kaito au, technically it’s for Emogust2020, and it is definitely self-indulgent

“This has nothing to do with the product, though,” Kaito says, gesturing to his clothes and his hand automatically catches the edge of the cape as if on instinct. “If anything, it’s covering it.” 

“Don’t look at me, I’m just the photographer.” Hiding behind a tripod might not be a dignified look, but Shinichi does it anyway because if he had to look at Kaito full-on again he might break and that won’t be conducive to either of them getting their day’s work done. He’d thought the last shoot had been pushing it, but this will easily take the cake immediately. To think that people had voted for this, he doesn’t understand the allure. 

A model dressed up as a thief? Who thought that having an underwear line inspired by a criminal was a good idea? Now that he considered it for a second or two, it was probably Sonoko. Shinichi drags a hand down his face at the realization that that was precisely what had happened, Ran was always a little too willing to listen to her partner’s suggestions and now Shinichi is stuck with the consequences. 

“Are you ready?” Kaito asks, settling the top-hat on his head. The artfully tousled mess that the hairstylists had worked on is likely ruined in just that gesture, but the way his hair curls around his ears and along the brim of the hat is a side effect Shinichi hasn’t considered. He needs to get the camera between them fast, or he won’t make it. 

“Yes, of course, go ahead,” he rattles off, checking the exposure one more time and limiting his own exposure to the sight by looking through the viewfinder. 

Kaito starts off simple, but Shinichi can already tell it’s going to be excruciating at the pace he’s going. Every move is amplified, languorous and slow like the trickle of honey from a spoon. The gloves come first, silk ensconced fingers gradually drawn from their sheaves, the shape of his knuckles through the fabric taut as he pulls off the left one, holding it loosely in his grip like he still has plans for it. 

Shinichi had thought the other glove would be a repeat, a merciful break where he could have a chance to gather his thoughts. But Kaito doesn’t give him that reprieve. Forgoing the careful, he catches the seam at the tip of his middle finger between his teeth and pulls instead, the grin that forms around the movement drawing the attention away from his already captivating hands and over to his mouth. 

The cape comes next, bare hand smoothly undoing the clasps at his shoulders before he twists his fingers into the flowing white and swings one arm in a quick arc before him. It billows as it strives to follow his movement, the edges fluttering even in the still air of the studio and Shinichi is sure he’s managed to capture a moment where the cape had flared behind Kaito like one half of an outstretched wing. Normally he’d ask for a pause to check the quality, but he knows that if he spoke now then his voice would betray him entirely. 

Kaito drops the cape in a swirl around his feet and straightens his sleeves as if there could be anything imperfect about them. Shinici had expected Kaito to divest himself of the hat next, but his fingers wander to the cufflinks instead, glimmering like twin stars matching the crescent of light reflected in the monocle beneath the shadow curtaining his eyes. One opens quietly, a meteor falling to the ground before he’s rolling up his sleeves with careful consideration. Shinichi doesn’t know how he can have forearms that look strong enough to do handstands on, when Kaito’s schedule is booked to the minute usually, but his mouth is too dry to question it. 

Shinichi’s glad that he has enough professional experience to not be completely distracted, the shutter is clicking at the right moments, capturing the moments like bugs caught in amber, carapace iridescent for the end of time. It surprises him, how caught up he is in the performance, coaxed through the lens as if he’s being drawn in by a line hooked into his gaze, but it works. Damn Sonoko to pieces, it works. 

Finished with his sleeves, Kaito untenses. It’s a subtle shifting of his shoulders, the line of his back becoming more fluid and Shinichi hadn’t even considered how much all of that must weigh and the composure that comes with it, but Kaito had taken to it to like he’d been wearing it for years. Now, stripped of a few of his layers, he unwinds and pulls at the tie that still has him captive. There’s resistance, the knot is unyielding unless he goes at it slowly and it gives Shinichi several shots that he has a feeling might become a full-page spread. 

Glancing at the clock, he shocked to find that time had slipped away from them so fast. The studio manager will be by soon, ushering them out of the space for the next shoot’s preparations to start and Shinichi finds himself wishing Kaito could hold time in as much suspense as he’d held him. 

When he looks back, Kaito has his head tipped down, further than before and the first button, hidden behind the tie until then, slips free. The camera clicks, the last shot of the morning but Shinichi wants to argue perhaps the best. A stolen moment, reclaimed from a thief who refused to be caught, undoing his mask even as the mystery must stay preserved. 

“Shinichi,” Kaito says after a moment, frozen in that position. “I think the monocle got caught on my pocket.” 

“What?” He blinks, absorbed in finally scrolling through the pictures and checking off which ones he’ll highlight when he sends them to Ran. 

“I’m stuck.” 

“Didn’t even need the handcuffs,” mutters Shinichi, stepping over the cape carefully and into the circle, the space small but the distance between them even less. “Hold on.”

“Did you just say ‘handcuffs’?” Kaito asks, his head bowed but apparently his ears are still sharp. 

“No,” Shinichi hates the heat rising in his face and is glad the hat keeps them both from seeing the other, “Just that KID deserves to be in them.”

“Oh really? Is that your opinion?” Their hands are tangled where the chain has snagged on a stray thread. “And what would you do with him once you had them on him?

“Ask me that once it happens,” Shinichi says, letting out a breath as the link comes free and he takes a hasty step backwards. 

“Alright, that’s a challenge.” With the monocle and hat still in place, Kaito’s smirk feels more charged than ever and Shinichi is simply thankful this was a one time theme because his heart could certainly not survive a repeat.

[trouvelle]

Bet

For DCMK Emogust 2020 — 04.08: Bet. @dcmkemogust20xx  Here’s HeiShin brotp bc we cannot have enough.

Fandom: Detective Conan Pairing: Heiji & Shinichi Rating: G Genre/Tags: Friendship Summary: Shinichi wants to give a memorable best man speech.

Shinichi stood in front of the audience with a glass in his hand, and clinked on the glass three times. He chuckled to the audience. "Hattori did that at my wedding, so.. " he commented. "I figured I should do it too."

He cleared his throat and began.

Hey everyone,

I am here to talk about our man of the hour here, the Great Detective of the West, Hattori Heiji. We've been best friends for years, even though people have been expecting us to be rivals. Everyone says we’re polar opposites—I’m calm and he’s hot-blooded, where I’m water and he’s the fire—you name it, we’ve heard it. And it’s true, he’s like a flame that can never be extinguished. 

He’s the best kind of guy to have around. Wherever I am, whatever I am doing, I know he will always have my back. Hattori’s not the best at saying what he’s feeling, but his actions speak for him more than enough. He’s not the type to sugarcoat things. He’s called me on my bullshit more often than one can imagine.

Shinichi could see Ran biting her bottom lips, and he shot her a smile before continuing.

Although he’s got quite an infamous temper—which I’m pretty sure everyone here knows—Hattori is generally a happy person. He’s been even happier after he started officially dating Kazuha-chan here, the person who is responsible for making up his impulse control.

And the world has a funny way of rewarding him, I’d like to think, because the universe gave him Kazuha-chan. I am a very logical person, but I'd go as far as saying that she is magical—she's a miracle. Without her, Hattori would be putting a lot more victims in hospitals, either with his katana or his voice alone.

People laughed at this, even Kazuha, and Shinichi felt more than a little accomplished.

I used to think that it would take a lot longer for him to successfully confess his lifelong love to her. Some of us here even had a pool going on. A friend of ours still has Hattori’s first declaration of love as her ringtone, to this day. When he finally made it happen, I was jealous of him, I’ll admit. His life’s complete as is. 

Although, Ran and I would probably never be the way we are now if it wasn't for his endless teasing and pushing. We were married last year, and he was my best man, obviously. I remember looking at him and thinking: “God, I hope he doesn’t screw this up,” because Hattori has a knack for screwing things up,

Again, Shinichi heard the crowd laugh, and a soft chuckle involuntarily left his lips.

but he delivered perfectly. That’s just Hattori for you. He always wanted everything to be perfect.

Like how he had so many plans and backup plans for his confession back then—which to this day, I will never understand how you never even got the hint that he was about to confess to you, Kazuha-chan, because some of them were so obvious.

Like how he wrote and scrapped hundreds of speeches before settling with his best man speech for my wedding. He never said it, but I know he did. So I want to give a memorable best man speech too for the man of the hour..

Everyone’s eyes were on him. He drew in a shaky breath. He cannot mess this one up. Hattori would actually laugh out loud at him and hold it above his head forever.

He didn’t even ask me to be his best man—he just assumed that it was the most natural thing that nobody had to ask. I would deny this at first, but looking back I think I was more excited about their wedding than anyone was. Well, except maybe his mother, whom he said already had their temple booked since they were literally 5 years old.

I know, I know. I can’t believe that Hattori didn’t believe everyone saw it coming. It’s been frustrating, really. There’s this kind of pride that sticks up your ass when you painfully watch your best friend slowly realize his feelings, slowly confess his feelings, then slowly do it all over again, this last time with a ring. Unfortunately, I won’t have the opportunity to return the favor, so I guess this has to be my best man speech to him.

Shinichi lowered his gaze to his hand, where his ring was glistening, the very wedding ring that his best man helped choose. He paused to clench his eyes shut, pushing out the tears that had been threatening to spill. 

Of course, when I got started on my speech, I expected him to be sitting next to Kazuha-chan, complaining about not being praised. Grinning, laughing, and cursing like he always does. We’ve had a running joke since we were in high school—we’d say “I bet you’re going down,” and “No I bet you’re going down first,” It’s never really an actual bet, but guess what Hattori?

Looks like you lost the bet, huh?

His voice caught in between his chuckles, and Shinichi heaved a deep breath as he moved on to say the next lines. It wasn't really a problem that tears blurred out his vision, because he did not have a paper on him anyway. He knew what he wanted to say.

Being happy is really hard right now, man. You’ve made so much difference in all our lives. I can literally hear your voice saying how much of a waste of our time to mourn something that’s already happened. But it feels awfully wrong right now. I lost my friend, the best kind of friend. I lost my brother. 

His voice broke toward the end. He had to pause again, 

I won’t even need to look for you when we see each other later. You’ll probably scream out my name before I even get there properly. 

I’ll see you when I see you again, Hattori.

Rest easy.

[mezzato]

DCMK Emogust 2020

8.3: Snow

Coming in 2 days late with this. Once again, providing the Hakukai fluff.

@dcmkemogust20xx

Contrary to popular belief, Saguru did not mind snow at all. Whereas most people see snow as an annoyance, Saguru loved it more for its visual appeal. 

He loved the way snow would sparkle on the ground and loved watching it fall at night, amongst the quiet and warmth of his room. The feeling of a strange kind of comfort, one he couldn’t really explain, that was the kind of feeling he felt when watching it snow. 

It also helped that the color of snow was also his favorite color, white. A color that can be painted with any hue. A blank slate. The color of a certain moonlight magician that goes against his real name. Saguru had to laugh about it. Whenever he thought about Kuroba, the colors that always came to mind were white and blue, never black. Black represents darkness, and Kuroba’s personality is anything but. 

Each time Saguru would look at the snow, he would always picture that white suit. It would shine just as beautifully as the snow itself. Kuroba’s blue eyes would stand out more prominently against the white. Those eyes that usually would be filled with scorn and annoyance but lately have been growing softer around him. 

Saguru was pulled from his thoughts when a hand waved in front of his face. 

“Oi Hakuba, class is over now.” 

Saguru looked over to see Kuroba, already with his coat on, staring at him. 

“Apologies,” Saguru stood up and grabbed his bag. The two of them walked out of the classroom together. 

“What were you looking at anyway?” Kuroba asked. 

“Nothing really, just watching the snow.” 

“Really? You were looking at it like you’ve never seen snow before.” Kuroba remarked.

“Mhm” Saguru hummed as he stopped at his locker to get his shoes. Kuroba stood idly by, waiting for him to be done. 

“Do you think it’ll get bad tonight?” Kuroba asked as they walked outside, both of them observing the falling snow. 

“It’s not supposed to.” Saguru replied, “Why? Are you worried that it’ll affect KID’s heist?”

Kuroba glared at him, “No! I just don’t want to walk through a mountain of snow tomorrow to get to school.” 

Saguru smilied, noting how Kuroba didn’t retort back with a “i’m not KID” remark, “Yeah, i hope it stays falling like this, it’s not too bad.” He began walking out into the snow. 

“Hey! Wait up!” Kuroba called out to him. Saguru stood for him at the school’s entrance, watching as Kuroba caught up to him. Looking at him, against the falling snow, Saguru smiled. 

White matches Kuroba perfectly.

[deducingcircumference]

Messy

*slips in on the last day of Emogust*

A DCMK Emogust 2020 entry for the prompt “messy.”

Shinran fans should probably give this one a miss!

Pairing: Shiho/Shinichi Rating: M Genre: Angst Other tags: loyal-to-the-Black-Organization!Shiho, no APTX 4869, meeting as adults AU, Miyano Atsushi is also alive in this AU Content warning: Infidelity

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Crying in those rumpled sheets like someone's 'bout to die, You just watch your mouth when talking 'bout the father of the bride.    — “Hold You Now,” Vampire Weekend

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Seated at the bureau, Shiho opens a handwritten letter and doesn’t hear Kudo wake. The letter’s from her fiancé, precise brushstrokes on rich paper; he wants her to know how much he’s looking forward to their union, in these last anticipatory hours.

Kudo’s voice reaches her.

“Don’t do it.”

She glances at him, eyes lidded. He’s sitting up in the messy bed, torso bare, eyes bright, his own wedding band hidden by the disheveled sheets.

He keeps talking.

“We could run away. I know someone who’s got an empty apartment in Paris!” Desperation colors his voice. “In ancient Greece, the summer solstice would be a time for new beginnings. And it doesn’t have to be Paris. Shanghai would be equally viable. New York and Cape Town, too.”

A decrepit warehouse west of the city, demolished now. The dark of a river dividing the dark of a grassy field. Trains rattling past each other on a trestle bridge, windows glowing in the humid night.

“Kudo Shinichi, detective.”

“I know who you are.”

“We both have information the other wants. Why don’t we work together?”

Her fiancé is a member of the National Diet with long levers in business and politics alike, who’s risen meteorically in the last few years, thanks to his brilliance, charisma, and money, or so he thinks. So the media thinks. He is the Organization’s choice, but a choice that fits well into her ambitions.

And Kudo — Kudo is nobody. A handsome, penniless private eye.

“What is this world without love, without trust?”

“One in which you survive.”

Their sixth meeting. His tongue driving into her mouth, the alley’s brick wall rough and electrifying against her back, his wedding ring hard against the flesh of her arms.

A hotel room with scratchy sheets, smelling of smoke. The curtains open.

Shiho folds the letter and places it neatly back on the bureau. “If you want to help out before the ceremony, Chris Vineyard is in charge of everything. Make sure to speak to her,” she says, as if that is what they’ve been talking about.

“Shiho, listen to me!”

Fragments of classical poetry gasped into her ear, his mouth in every secret place.

She ignores the trespass of her name and goes over to sit on the bed, her red dressing gown wrapped around her and the mattress dipping under her weight, her eyes scraping over his naked torso, over his hips still under the loose sheets.

She leans forward so her lips are close to his ear. “This doesn’t have to stop.”

“But…”

She brings her mouth to his and feels his resistance crumbling, until saltwater runs down his face and mixes with their saliva. When she pulls away his eyes are cast down at the sheets bunched in his hands, his face wet.

“I hate them,” he whispers. “Your Organization.”

“Careful,” Shiho warns him, forbidding and sincere.

His eyes snap up, burn into hers. “I hate them. I’ll bring them down.”

“You try to, and I’ll bring you down,” she says coldly.

He doesn’t answer, and she stands up. “I’ll be going, then. See you later, Kudo-kun.” She considers the broken tilt of his head, then bends down to kiss him again, long and lingering and full.

“It’s Shinichi,” he says hoarsely, as she straightens up.

“It doesn’t matter,” she replies, and leaves.

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This ain't the end of nothing much — it's just another round.

[faerynova]

ain’t yer fault

for #DCMKEmogust2020, the prompt is “fault”

fandom: Detective Conan length: 800w rating: G relationship: Hattori Heiji & Kudou Shinichi (platonic or romantic)

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Kudou clears his throat, but it sounds... Off. Heiji stops halfway out the door, squinting at him. “Ya just got somethin’ stuck in yer throat, or...?”

“No,” Kudou says with a strained voice. “But it’ll probably pass.”

Heiji steps back inside, hand still on the door. “Don’t sound like it.” 

“I’m fine.” Kudou waves him off, but his hand abruptly jerks back to cover his mouth as he starts coughing.

Heiji swears under his breath and slams the door shut. He gets to Kudou’s side just in time for his knees to buckle, unable to hold himself up even with his hand on the wall for support.

“Sorry,” Kudou grimaces, weakly clinging to Heiji. “You’ll probably... miss your train now.”

“Hey, hey, it’s fine.” He lowers them both to the floor, carefully, so Kudou is sitting in his lap and Heiji is leaning against the wall of the hallway. “Ain’t yer fault.”

Heiji’s never been good with comforting words, so he silently rubs Kudou’s chest. He can feel the too-fast-too-strong heartbeat under his hand, even with Kudou’s gasping breaths moving his chest erratically. “Ya gotta slow down. I’m gonna count, and ya need to breathe with it, ‘kay?”

It sucks that this has become normal, that Heiji is used to having to coach Kudou through these... well they ain’t heart attacks, but calling them arrhythmia attacks just don’t pack the same punch. They’ve been calling them episodes, for lack of a better word.

The first time it happened they were terrified that the antidote hadn’t taken hold, that Kudou was gonna go back to being Conan again, that he was never gonna stay normal forever. But then when it was over and he didn’t transform, they thought it must’ve just been an aftereffect of the antidote, or his body settling in, or something else they didn’t know how to explain.

But then it happened again. And again. And again. Out of nowhere, his heart would start hammering like it used to do when he transformed, and would knock him off his feet-- sometimes literally. Turns out, all that shifting back and forth took a toll on his body. Specifically his heart, which now has some kind of persistent arrhythmia that Heiji doesn’t remember the technical name for. He knows it ain’t too dangerous as far as doctors say, but Kudou gets fatigued easier now and he has these... episodes. Sometimes triggered by stress, or by the cigarette smoke in the Mouri’s house, or most unfortunately for Kudou: caffeine. He’s had to stop drinking it entirely.

But eliminating triggers doesn’t stop it from happening at random, like now.

There ain’t much Heiji can do except wait it out with him. He hugs Kudou tight and rubs his chest, feels his heart go into overdrive, watches him curl up and shake from the pain, listens to him as he chokes on pained whines and other noises. Trying to hold it back has him coughing again, leaving him gasping and unable to hold back his groans.

Heiji has to hold back from going Tch. This feels old, even if it still hurts to watch. “Don’t try an’ hold it in, stupid.” He shifts Kudou in his lap so his head is tucked under Heiji’s chin, letting him curl up a bit more so he can hide his face when he whimpers.

It takes a long time for it to be over, or at least it feels like a long time, because it always feels like a long time. The tension finally starts to leave Kudou’s body slowly as he uncurls his hands and limbs and relaxes his shoulders until he finally lets his head fall on Heiji’s shoulder, slumped over and panting but no longer trying to hide a groan with each exhale and no longer trying to claw at his own chest.

“Better now?”

“Definitely missing your train,” Kudou says, breathless, in lieu of an answer. And he’s right. This one lasted, what, seven minutes? Ten? He tries not to keep track, that’d just make him freak out the longer it goes on. It’s not too long in a relative sense, and if Heiji ran out the door right now and booked it he could probably make it, but they both know that he won’t leave Kudou alone after this. Not for a while, at least.

“Ain’t yer fault,” Heiji sighs. “I’ll catch the next one.” He can’t even count how many times he’s had to tell Kudou that it ain’t his fault. Ain’t like he can control when he has the episodes or anything. He keeps absently rubbing Kudou’s chest, even though it’s over. He knows it still hurts.

He gives half a thought to the fact that his shoes are still on. He needs to kick those off and chuck them in the genkan before he gets back up. “Should we move to the couch? Or your room?”

“No.” His breathing is finally becoming steadier and slower, but it still hitches every so often. “This is fine.”

Read: he’s too tired to move right now. “‘Kay. We’ll stay here a minute.” Or two, or ten, or however long Kudou needs.

[brotato-chibs]

“Bet.”

[meltedmush]

Did another prompt from @dcmkemogust20xx ^^

It’s a bit late but I guess that’s okay—

Prompt: Note

Warning! Character Death

[gisachi]

13.08 drabble - stop moving

(A #DCMKEmogust2020 entry)

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It's been fifteen minutes. Eri still hasn't stopped pacing.

Hasn't stopped touching every little knickknack in her office. Hasn't stopped glancing at her nails and digging up a fourth-grade habit. Hasn't—

—hasn't forgotten that it's seven hours to the biggest suit she'd ever said yes to.

Impulse carries her all the way to the office window, where she, for the first time in two years, whips the blinds all the way up, and there she sees Beika, asleep.

Her hollow eyes adjust to the buildings high beneath the horizon, knowing that somewhere among them nests her opponent-to-be, a multibillion partnership that had snapped litigators with twice her experience and ten times the prestige like so much pencil lead.

If this ends well, she’ll walk out of the courthouse with a still-unblemished record. If not, that’ll be four sleepless weeks and three trusts flushed down the drain: the client’s, the firm’s, the public’s.

She exhales. Sharp.

Why didn’t she listen when two associates asked her to back down? To settle? Of course she wouldn’t. Why would she? She’s not the Courtroom Queen for nothing. She’s—

Backing down isn’t an option.

Even if the pressure makes her wish it is.

She sometimes wonders where the stubbornness of her daughter comes from. Now she knows it’s not just from him.

Her feet drags the rest of her to another round—another hour?—of pacing. Until she feels arms—lean, strong arms of the man she’s almost forgotten about, pulling her from behind.

“Eri. Stop moving.”

She can't remember the last time she's felt—really felt—those arms. But now it’s coming back, trapping her breathless like an avalanche as their owner whispers in her ear, bringing not a hint of liquor and only the smallest trace of tobacco with it:

“Breathe... easy now. You got this, Queen.”

Queen.

She freezes, and suddenly her heart is playing a game, playing tug-o-war between slowing down and speeding up. She thinks of the case, thinks of him, of them, of their rekindled flame, of everything coming down to a single constant.

( Ran was right. A hug did make all the difference. )

She smiles, squeezes the hand around her waist, declares—

“Yes, I got this, Anata.”  

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(thank you @mirrorfalls for the beta!)

[phantomthiefkaito1412]

I feel hesitant to have this as my “Snow” for Emogust because I don’t think I really captured the fluff I was going for...but at this point I’ve stared at this too much