skyedream75: dokuhan: Listen, shit’s gotta go somewhere I saw a few other people doing that with their Shin’ichi figure as well… *looks at her own keychains* Maybe I should do that too? MAYBE NOT. I have a similar problem: kaneda why
I still have 5 meme responses to do from this last round, but I’m going to wait until I sleep (I think) to finish them… I may try to do some drafts in the meantime, but goodness I am tired. Those were fun but a lot of work!
Yes, I am looking pointedly at meitanteiosaka -____O!!!!!
<3 <3 <3 <3 thank you all for putting up with the flood of fluff!
“I don’t know if this is structurally sound or not, Hattori…” Hakuba frowned at the fort that the Osakan had constructed before he’d arrived, but found himself crawling into it, anyway. There, he looked over at the assorted casework that had been gathered, and frowned, looking at it, then at Heiji, tilting his head. “So this is your secret hideout, hm?"
AU where everyone has a mark on their body and it shines brightly when they meet/touch the person who will eventually murder them. Send me “Shine” to see my muse’s reaction when their mark starts to shine.
It was the policy of the police to give a mark 24 hours to cease activity before taking a person in, so Hakuba didn’t feel particularly pressured as he slid into the darkened room with the other man. No one could blame him for following protocol, even if the mark burned, hidden under his sleeve.
He’d known that it would eventually come to it, anyway; murder in the form of a psychotic individual that would somehow manage to get under his skin. How else would anyone get close enough? There had been inklings before, little glimmers, little pricks of pain when they made love before, when they discussed the complex politics of differing kingdoms. Saphir wasn’t stable, and he knew that.
In fact, he was counting on it. After all, what was the fun in being murdered if it couldn’t be through a close an intimate affair?
Saphir watched the other with cold, dark blue eyes. He knew one day this would happen and he’d lose another to some silly woman. To some other person of interest that it was a shame he had to kill him. Venetici and Aquatici ever loyal easily took the detective’s arms on either side and held him, fast to the chair. Carefully hee moves the Blue Prince never breaking his gaze on the other. If only Hakuba understood that when Saphir let another in did he ever rarely let them go.
“Hakuba….Saguru."
The name truly did feel foreign to him now as he stands in front of the taller male. There is a deafening silence that when he looks back on it would bee so very loud then! In his hands was a single blade made of the dark crystal.
"I didnt want it to come to this…” He says and there are tears because really he doesnt want to do this at all.
”I have to or she won’t live…nii-san is back and I can’t go against him again. Besides you know way to much and unlike the brat Queen…no one will save you.” He whispers and as the blade is shoved deep into his chest he kisses him.
A deep, loving and passionate kiss that dose not break until he can feel the heart beat stop, when he can taste the darkness of the black crystal’s poison. The droids release the body as it slumps forward onto the table, crystal shattering. He doesn’t say anything after that but merely sheds silent tears as he goes to report to his brother. He’ll never repeat the mistake of loving another again. At least he kept Petz safe this time…a ;life for another.
“I am a monster, aren’t I, Vene?” He asks the and the droid merely frowns but says nothing. She takes his hand while aqua takes his other. The three teleport away to where Demando is waiting. Replay Operation will begin anew once more.
“I’m telling you, Shiho, whipped cream is absolutely essential to a good dessert…"
The two were sitting across from each other at the dinner table in Agasa Hakase’s house, each armed with a fork and a plate of strawberry shortcake between them. Bits and pieces went missing during their discussion of massive cell regeneration, but there was still a lot to go before the night was through. Fortunately, talking about science and teasing each other during the process was something that they both excelled at.
Hakuba took the canister of whipped cream and added another dollop to the cake, then another, and then slowly wound a coil of white swirl around and around, forming a cone-shaped pillar of the stuff. He did it mostly to irritate her. "See? Now we can continue~”
“Ah, be careful, Hattori…” Hakuba muttered, wincing, though he leaned forward in defeat as the strong, gentle hands worked through his hair. Despite the earlier knock on the head, the touch was appreciated, and offered a great deal of reassurance. Besides, it wasn’t as though he could wash his own hair with his shoulder as banged up as it was.
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
He slept soundly, cheek pressed against the warm leg while Heiji stroked his hair. Though Hakuba was missing the pay-per-view historical drama that they’d rented for the room, Heiji let him sleep. Hakuba was so easily worn ragged these days… but it’s not as though it had been an easy battle for either of them. Fighting demons was exhausting no matter where you fought them, even at hot springs. And, honestly, it wasn’t like the Osakan hadn’t fallen asleep during the last half of the movie, either.
♙: Sharing a bed
The resort had comfortable beds, which was good for the two detectives. Of the two queens, one became the holder of suitcases, while they slept in the other, nestled under the sheets, close and warm. Both liked the room cold for sleeping, which made snuggling together all the more important.
♚: Head scratches
Morning had Hakuba sleeping in late, which was usual after a battle. He woke up to gentle head scratching, blinking up at Heiji, who nodded at the tray on the bed. Breakfast. He pushed up with a grimace and sidled up against him so that they could eat together, though as usual, Hakuba ended up just holding a cup of tea to sip with one hand, and let his fingers skritch Heiji’s head in return, lightly dozing while they sort-of watched the morning news.
♝: Reading a book together
Rain drummed against the sliding glass door of their room, and Hakuba mumbled something about wanting to go back to sleep, but Heiji prodded him until he sat back up. They still had clients to meet later that day, and Hakuba would never get up if he went back to sleep then. Though, he did anyway, nestled against Heiji’s side while the Osakan read Black Beauty out loud for the hundredth time for him.
♟: Patching up a wound
Under the overhang on the porch was not the best place to be sewing sutures, but the power was out and Hakuba wasn’t willing to wait for it to come back. Even though it was just a break in the storm, there was more than enough light to work by, and the porch was mostly dry. “You really ought to take some painkillers, Hattori…” he sighed, threading the needle back and forth with practiced, dextrous hands. “And don’t give me that look: I know that you’re a badass, you’ve nothing to prove to me, you nut.”
♤: Taking a bath together
The power was still out after dinner, and with the wind shaking the trees and shutters, the pair decided there was really nothing left to do but take a bath. “S’just like that scene in Totoro, yeah?” Heiji asked, and Hakuba snorted in agreement. “Yes, just like.” They huddled together in the traditional bath in the dark, watching the storm through the window. Other than having to make sure that their new bandages didn’t get wet, it was perfectly safe and comfortable to wait right there, soaking their troubles away…
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
…Hakuba woke up first, for once, because the water had finally gotten cold. Shivering, he nudged Heiji and whined until the Osakan got up so that they could both find their bath robes and run through the rain back to their room. “Why did we think this was a good idea, again?!” The half-brit cried as they streaked past the maintenance worker who looked up from under his umbrella at them, shaking his head. “Crazy kids…”
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
“I’ll get the heater go-” Hakuba stopped mid-sentence to look around their room, which was dark and cold. “Or, nevermind, there’s still no power, Hattori…” To which Heiji replied, kissing his cheek. “Guess we’ll have ta get warm th’ old-fashioned way.”
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
Once all of the blankets from the supply room had been gathered, both Hakuba and Heiji nestled into the comfortable nest and carefully rearranged blankets to make certain that every inch of them was covered. It took quite a bit of wiggling, but they managed, and soon were able to just lie there and listen to the rain and rolling thunder. Hakuba tugged at one of the blankets to cover a bit more of Heiji’s shoulder, then leaned on him sleepily.
♣: Back scratches
The power came back on sometime in the middle of the night with a whirring thud, waking both of them up, but only long enough to express their disapproval before going back to sleep. By morning, the rain had lightened to a drizzle, and the rising sun lit up their window in a pleasant, gentle glow. Hakuba stretched and rolled over onto Heiji, where he’d sprawled out, and lazily scratched his back while waiting for him to wake up. For once, he felt well-rested, probably because they’d both slept most of the evening and all night. Sighing, he nuzzled against the section of skin between Heiji’s shoulderblades, and traced the contours of muscle ever so gently with his fingertips.
…it didn’t take long for him to drift off again, though.
