#NakaMouri

[murkywater-art]

I’m quite proud of this honestly

[cartoonsbyandie]

Resting Pissed Face

[murky-the-phantom-thief]

OF ALL THE SHIPS I COULDA LIKED- I PICK THE RAREPAIR???? GODDAMNIT

[thegreatsolaris]

Ofc ofc my funny guys for @cartoonsbyandie . I feel like they look different every time I draw them lol

Friendly reminder to keep voting sudou♡

[certifiedcoffeeaddict]

still The Last Wizard of the Century

[zerotoxicdragon]

Gimmie more Nakamouri fanfic/ao3 plzzz

(Ginzo Nakamori x Kogoro Mouri)

I want read it xD

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[detective-kyria]

Okay those nakamouri fics are starting to make sense now i think

What the fuck was that😭

[hanneswrites]

Title: echoes

Pairing: Mouri Kogoro/Nakamori Ginzou

Rating: G

Word Count: 1k

Summary/Tags: Kogoro comforts Ginzou after another failed attempt at catching Kaitou Kid.

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“Farewell, Nakamori-san!” Kaitou Kid's voice echoed as he bowed and a sparkle of smoke surrounded him. Nakamori Ginzou was unsure if he felt more resentment or relief. Kid had once again outsmarted him and his men, the 267th time. He attempted to hide his frustration as his subordinates attempted to comfort him with weak smiles and assurances that “they'll get him next time!” The inspector tried not to dwell on the day's events as he wearily returned to his office to analyze what had happened. 

The room was silent save for the steady tick of the clock as Nakamori slumped in his chair. He pulled out the evidence reports and examined them methodically, trying to piece together what had gone wrong that day. He read and reread the accounts of his men, their descriptions of both the successful and failed tactics they had employed. Despite their best efforts, it seemed Kid had managed to be one step ahead of them at every turn.

With a heavy sigh, Nakamori clasped his hands together and leaned back into his chair. He contemplated the situation for a few moments, his intense gaze lingering on the file in front of him. He rubbed his temples; he had a feeling that the solution was just beyond his reach.

Lost in thought, he didn't hear the footsteps that were growing louder and closer as they echoed through the empty hallways. It wasn't until a paper coffee cup was gently set down on the edge of his desk that he finally looked up to see who had caught his attention. Kogoro smiled down at him, a warm curl of his lips that bordered on being just a little bit smug. A smile that never failed to inspire a confusing mix of fondness and indignation in Ginzou whenever Kogoro was concerned.

"What are you doing here?" Ginzou asked, eyes darting between the proffered coffee and Kogoro's smug little grin.

Kogoro chuckled lightly before replying. “I figured you could use a little pick me up after the show you all put on today.”

Ginzou let out a long exhale, settling his head in his hands.

"You watched the broadcast of the heist, then?" He asked, though he already knew the answer. Kogoro pulled up a chair and settled down, taking a long sip from his own travel cup before answering.

"I thought you had him there in the latter half," Kogoro said, as he fiddled absently with his cup. He sounded half-sincere, in a way that Ginzou had come to recognize as lighthearted teasing.

Ginzou glared at him for a moment, hesitating before finally accepting the cup of coffee with muttered thanks. He took a sip and sighed; it was just what he needed after such a long day of frustration, made exactly the way he liked it. He closed his eyes and allowed the smooth bitter warmth of it to flow through him, taking a deep breath to settle his nerves.

Kogoro watched him quietly, seeming to understand the emotions he was feeling without speaking a word. He waited until the silence was comfortable before finally speaking.

"No one's perfect," he said, reaching out to take Ginzou's hand in his own, "KID'll get what's coming to him someday."

Ginzou looked at him, surprised, but grateful for the gesture. He squeezed Kogoro's hand in response, and a small smile appeared on his face.

Ginzou hummed, his voice soft, and relaxing into the touch in the quiet of the night. At any other time, he would be wary of this - this easy affection he and Kogoro had settled into over the past few years in private. But he was sure all of his subordinates had already gone home for the night. They were alone, and in that stilled calm Ginzou just focused on the warmth of Kogoro's hand as it covered his own.

Kogoro smiled back at him, and the two of them stayed like that for a moment, simply enjoying the comfort of each other's presence. It wasn't the same as having the heist solved, but it was something, and it was enough in that moment.

"Thank you," Ginzou said softly, after a while. He took another sip of the coffee Kogoro had brought him and focused himself back on the two thick stacks of folders in front of him. Witness statements and testaments from his men, slips detailing the minuscule amount of physical evidence they'd managed to collect at the scene, and his own very, very blank statement of events stood between him and a good night's rest. He sighed and picked up the first folder, cracking it open, "I'll be done soon. I can manage the rest of it tonight."

Kogoro huffed out a laugh, dropping his hand back to his side before leaning back in his chair.

Kogoro's sarcasm was palpable in his drawling response. "Yeah, sure," he said mockingly. "They're going to make me the Chief of Police tomorrow." He held Ginzou's gaze for a long moment, and Ginzou studiously avoided eye contact.

Kogoro hummed after a long moment, setting his coffee down on Ginzou's desk and standing - and it was then that Ginzou noticed the distinct rustle of plastic.

"Where are you going?" Ginzou asked, not looking up from his paperwork.

Kogoro flashed a mischievous grin as he replied."Well it's gonna be a late night," Kogoro called, slinging a plastic bag sporting the logo of a nearby late-night market over his shoulder, "And I'm starving." He looked back over his shoulder for a second, that smug grin back on his face as he made his way over toward the department's staff kitchen.

Ginzou watched him go with fond exasperation, shaking his head and smiling softly to himself before turning back to the paperwork in front of him.

A little while later, Kogoro returned with two plastic bowls of instant ramen, setting them down on Ginzou's desk with a flourish and a wide grin.

It was enough motivation to get through the rest of the night; even as Ginzou pointedly ignored how Kogoro had become so attuned to knowing what Ginzou needed - even if it was as simple as a cheap bowl of noodles hastily microwaved in the precinct's dingy little kitchen.

[ladykyriaa]

Really should've been more suSPICIOUS ABOUT WHY THESE 4 EXACT FUCKING PEOPLE LOOK THE SAME

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Art collaboration with @cartoonsbyandie !!!

[cartoonsbyandie]

Naka's doesn't want to ask Aoko to help change his gunshot-wound bandages. (Movie 27 is looking pretty good huh)

[murky-the-phantom-thief]

Hmmmm, how on gods green earth do they have wives?

[thegreatsolaris]

Projects onto a character and makes them my poor little meow meow

[applejuicewerewolf]

Yes, please continue to write the Nakamori family dinner + Kaito and Conan annoying each other.

Haha thanks for showing interest! I'm trying to get back into writing, but currently I'm working on an original fiction project.

But the story behind the Nakamouri family dinner story is that Kogoro and Ginzo have been dating more or less in secret for some time, and finally want to make it official. For this, they planned a "get together" dinner at the Nakamori house, where the two men, their biological daughters, and the more or less adopted son with the secret identity finally officially meet. It's mostly told from Kaito's perspective, who's mission for this evening is to survive without being demasked as KID. That would first and foremost ruin the nice evening and secondly, his entire social life.

Also in this fic Shinichi and Kaito are cousins, so Conan already knows that Kaito = KID, because their dynamic is just so much funnier as grumpy distant relatives, and also because I am of the firm belief that Toichi and Yusaku are clones that were created in a lab. This headcanon will exist in all my fics, because it just explains everything about why the Kudos and Kurobas are like that.

[zerotoxicdragon]

Ironstrange and Nakamouri