“That’s quite the fantasy, isn’t it? It seems completely ridiculous. I’ll give you a 1 out of courtesy.”
Trapped with Hattori Heiji, in Atlantis under a sex spell, and hot wall sex in a city underwater.
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Well, when I say ‘some of them’ I mean ones that you’re closer to already, and they’d likely be grinning as they got closer. One might come out from behind to surprise you, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you got stuck in the middle of a Kaitou cuddle pile. I’d say watch your clothes, but you might get a bit distracted, even if you were watching one unbutton your suit in front of you. The Kaitous are good at being distracting alone, I can’t actually imagine what a group would be like.
“This all sounds vaguely terrifying, but I suppose I am blushing, so… six?”
“What I’d say t’ya can’t be printed, but yanno what I’d do t’ya in an elevator~”
“Heiji… 7."
More detail? OK. You’re standing on a roof, watching a white speck fly off. You know it’s a dummy… so where’s the real thief? You get your answer as hands grab you and press you against a wall, lips kissing you fiercely, before you can react. Hands run down your body, removing enough of your clothes so he can stroke and grope bare flesh… shall I continue?
“N-no, that won’t be necessary. Ah, I’ll give that an 8.”
tea asks
black: how much personal space do you like?
chamomile: describe your sleep schedule
dandelion: when you make wishes who are they for?
elderflower: do you get sick often?
fennel: how do you feel right now?
ginger: what animal do you act like?
ginseng: post a photo of somewhere you feel calm
green: list your top 3 motivators
hibiscus: do you like when people try to start a conversation with you?
kava: post your favorite color scheme
lavender: does physical activity help you relax?
lemon: how differently do you behave when you’re by yourself versus when you’re with others?
matcha: do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?
mint: what song gives you energy?
nettle: is there anything you do when you feel guilty?
oolong: where do you see yourself in five years?
peppermint: are you self righteous?
rooibos: if a conversation bothers you, will you speak up about it?
white: do you think family is important?
Imagine hooking up with KID at a heist.
“This is nothing unusual for me to imagine… I’ll give it a 2."
Go on Anon and tell My Muse something that Will make them Blush, My Muse will Rate whatever is said to them on a Scale of 1 – 10 on how bad it made them turn red..
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♟: Patching up a wound
Kaitou KID heists were notorious for things like skinned palms and bruised knees, but Hakuba was used to that. True, he’d developed quite the interesting case of climacophobia over time, but it usually wasn’t anything terribly crippling — at least, he refused to let it be in defense of his pride. But even with that, it had never really stopped him from chasing the thief before. Detective was a dangerous job; injury came with the territory.
They’d been running hard, up several flights of stairs, down hallways, over obstacles, and Hakuba had been impressed, as always, with the little detective’s tenacity and speed. One too many nasty tricks from the thief, though, and the debris was just too much to navigate.
At least, that’s what Hakuba imagined had happened, because one moment he was watching that flash of white cape, and the next, he had Conan crashing right into him just as he’d made it to the top of the staircase. Down they went until they were a collective Sherlockian heap at the bottom of the stairwell, groaning.
The first thing that came to Hakuba’s mind was to get up and keep after KID, but all of those thoughts ceased immediately when he heard the boy utter the tiniest little ‘itte’ under his breath. “C-Conan-kun?”
Suddenly, thief forgotten, Hakuba righted them both and searched the boy for injuries, frantic. The scrapes weren’t bad, but they still tore at him, and he coddled Conan against his will, taking him from the heist, kicking very loudly complaining, to the bathroom to clean him up.
“It’s all right, it’s all right! Let KID go, we’ll get him next time! God, don’t scare me like that, though, you could have been very seriously hurt!” Which he was very well aware of, given that he could feel the bruises forming over himself already.
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♜ (if it’s not too late D:)
♜:Shoulder rubs (it’s never too late for you~)
As many times as Hakuba had attended these sort of gala events, he usually didn’t have to present anything, which made it especially important that he bring a date instead of going stag for once. Fortunately, as fate would have it, one Madison Grey had been willing to accompany him to the black tie affair.
There were a hundred excuses that the detective could have given in justification to having invited the florist, including but certainly not limited to the fact that he just didn’t know that many people in Los Angeles, but the fact of the matter was that he simply wanted to.
As he’d expected, she’d been every bit as charming company one could hope for. It wasn’t the beautiful gown or the the way she’d done her hair, though both were stunning; and it wasn’t that she’d been polite and friendly to everyone he’d introduced her to, though she had; it was that she was absolutely, positively authentic. A breath of fresh air, just as sweet and brilliant and amiable as the flowers that she loved so much.
And, honestly, he’d known that it was a lot of pressure to accompany him, but she’d been willing to support him, which meant more than he could really express without being far too forward about it. So as he returned to his seat as the applause settled into a lull, and she handed him a glass of water, he offered his most genuine smile sat as close as close as he could get without quite touching. Then, once he was comfortable, he ever so casually slipped an arm around the back of her chair and ran his hand over her bare shoulder, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
“Thank you, again, for coming with me, Miss Grey…"
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♖♗♙♚♝♟♤♡♢♠♣ *coughs*
And now, a series of vignettes:
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
“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.
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