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Quiet Me (from crying) //｡◕‿◕｡ immacurious

Leave a “Quiet Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

“Hey, hey… it’s all right,” Hakuba said, offering what he thought was a charming, crooked smile to the other detective. It had been a very, very long night, and the two had worked together on the case for three days straight with so very little rest. Despite having caught the kidnapper, they hadn’t managed to get the victim out completely unscathed, but she would be all right. With time. Even so, he could understand why she’d suddenly burst into tears as the ambulance pulled away.

The male sighed, lips pursing as the crying didn’t cease, and attempted to casually put his arm around her shoulders. “Chin up, detective! We caught the culprit… things will turn out fine. Really. We did the best we could, and we did a fine job… hush, hush.”

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Haunt me.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

It was highly unlikely, Hakuba thought, that anyone knew that he was still around. But so many things had become clear to him now that he was dead that the once-detective was not, in any way, surprised. He hadn’t been a fool to believe in ghosts while he’d lived, and now, trapped in this miserable existence, he only wished he could tell them how wrong they had been. 

Not that it would have mattered. It certainly didn’t for Janus, he thought, observing the killer’s actions day-to-day, lurking from whatever shadows he found most comfortable. The man lived like he’d been haunted all his life, why would adding another spectral spectator be any different at all? It wasn’t as if Hakuba could talk to the others, anyway… so many spirits, drifting uselessly behind the Osakan, trailing after what tastes of energy they could scrounge up, latently trying to survive.

That’s really all that they did… survive. No one had enjoyed being killed, but the damned assassin had been so good that most, Hakuba thought, hadn’t even known it was coming. Hadn’t even had enough time to be upset at being murdered, much less at whoever had done it. 

He, though… he knew exactly who had done it, though the reason still baffled him. Hadn’t they been in love? That’s what the other had said, anyway. That’s what he’d thought that ring had meant. But all of those promises meant nothing once his own blood had been washed down the drain, hadn’t it? 

Miserable… they were both miserable, caught in a constant spiral of hate and regret. Hate for themselves, hate for others. Regret for what they’d done, regret for what they hadn’t. Did it even matter? Had it all been pointless? 

Some days he thought of nothing but revenge… trying to cause his former lover pain. Perhaps, if he had, it would somehow make up for ending his life. But no… no, it really was useless. Janus was nothing but pain already, and even though he hated him with every immaterial piece of his being, he knew that, deep down, he should have seen it coming… that he’d known it would happen…

…and that he loved him, still, anyway. 

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Break me

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Hakuba hefted a sigh, chin supported by his hand, elbow on the window ledge. Emi was gone. They’d done everything to save her. Everything. Risking life and limb to rescue her, tapping out all of their resources and contacts, exhausting every avenue, but they’d been too late. She was dead. Completely, utterly, inescapably lifeless and broken. 

It was hard for the detective, trying to hold back the tears and the emotions that broiled in his heart, but he had to. Akira was left having to deal with that silence, now, and though he didn’t entirely understand all of the complicated implications of this, he knew that she was hurting. He could feel that much. It was why he couldn’t even bring himself to look at her. God, it hurt. 

It hurt, it hurt, and he wondered if his heart would ever mend. He wondered if he even wanted it to. How could someone like her integrate herself into their lives only to leave? Did she know that it would tear through them with such violence? That it would do so much damage? 

He put his arm around Akira, pulling her close in an attempt to quell those little choking sobs that she was trying so hard to hold in. They still had a lot of work to do. So much to hide. So much to talk about and sort through and deal with, but neither of them wanted to move. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. It’s not as though any of them were particularly new to death, even, but… but the pain had never been this personal, this fresh before. 

It didn’t feel real. 

When she responded to his touch, curling into him instead of away, Hakuba turned to her, too. He wrapped his other arm around her and rested his chin on the top of her head, like he always did with Emi, eyes closing to shut out the sterile hallway in front of the coroner’s office. 

“…what are we going to do?” he asked, voice breaking through his hoarse whisper. 

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Get Me

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

“No, really, he didn’t mean it like that at all, m’am.” Hakuba patted the Osakan’s back with a pleasant – if not completely smug – smile, head tilting in an effort to appear even more harmless and charming. “My associate here is just… well, a little bit… how to say it… Hot-blooded?" 

He knew that Heiji was fuming and probably only barely holding back a string of curses and insults, but that hardly mattered at the moment. It was far too important to save his ass, and far too amusing to get him into his debt in this way, so he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. Not in a situation like this, where the offended party just happened to be a fan of the half-british detective. Ah, sweet revenge.

"At any rate, it was a simple misunderstanding, and he’s very sorry… aren’t you, Hattori-kun?" 

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Offer me

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

It wasn’t much, but Hakuba found that Occam’s Razor was often just as applicable to gifts as it was to everything else, so he didn’t feel too worried about it as he set the basket down on the step on front of the bakery. He knew that the baker in question wouldn’t be around for another half hour at least, early as it was, but he hoped that she would find it before anyone else did.

Tulips, a thank-you card, and a tiny stuffed rabbit were nestled in quite comfortably in the tissue paper, only the flowers peeking out of the top. He didn’t dare give her anything edible, not when her own confections were quite simply the best around, but the rest was something she might enjoy. 

Mischief managed, the detective snuck off back toward his car, enjoying the pre-dawn light with a crooked smile.