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« /leaves an obnoxiously large bouquet of white roses with a small, ornately written invitation attached »
“Oh dear, oh dear… now what might this be, I wonder? Something from a secret admirer?” Hakuba flipped the invitation over in his hands, letting his fingerpads memorize the texture of the paper, the feel of the ink, the embossed leafing. He then turned to the bouquet, brows creasing though his smile betrayed his amusement. “Ouran Academy… Well, then, perhaps I ought to drop by. It’s only the polite thing to do, after all."
[text] Sorry I told your dad he was hot and made things awkward.
Shinichi had to try hard not to choke on the drink of coffee he’d just taken as he read his phone. What in the hell had possessed Hakuba to say such a thing to his dad?! Why?
[text] W-why did you tell him he’s hot?
[text] No, don’t answer that, please. I don’t want to know.
[text] I shouldn’t have asked.
And he definitely wasn’t imagining his dad and Hakuba and- Oh god, he wants to throw up a little thinking about his dad like that.
[text] IT’S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOUR FATHER IS A VERY ATTRACTIVE AND TALENTED MAN
[text] HONESTLY THAT’S PROBABLY WHERE YOU GET IT FROM
[text] WELL AND YOUR MUM
[text] GOD THE KUDOU FAMILY IS GOING TO KILL ME
[text] BLOODY HELL JUST ERASE ALL OF THESE TEXTS
[text] I’m SORRY
[text] CURSE YOUR INCREDIBLY SEXY AND BRILLIANT FAMILY. YOU’RE ALL AWFUL. AND PERFECT.
[text] oh MYGOD WHY AM I STILL TEXTING
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hanae-ichihara: M A K E M E C H O O S E : Tamaki Suoh or Haruhi Fujioka – request by: anonymous
Mistletoe
“ You’re sure it’s alright? I don’t
want to impose myself on anyone… “
“Oh don’t be silly. Of course
it’s alright. You know my mother
adores you.”Goodness, and she thought she had a hand for decorations. Hakuba’s home was trimmed from wall to wall with holly, silver and gold, extravagance to a point of initial overwhelming, but not in a fashion unattractive. It was tasteful, beautiful, and at least somewhat reflective of the family’s wealth. In the back of her mind, Emi couldn’t help but worry that Marian had gone aside herself to make it especially exceptional because of her stay, but the thought was easy enough to cast aside. Nobody, she reckoned, would go to such extravagance for her…
Right?
Oh goodness.Saguru hardly had to give her a full tour for practical purposes, as it wasn’t her first time in the mansion, but he ended up walking with her through all the halls anyways, as she fluttered around in a fit of glee and admiration. There was some extra staff for the holidays it seemed, but most of the slim supporting cast was familiar to the Osakan. They greeted her with smiles and warm welcomes which were reciprocated with even more loving fervor.
By the time they had reached the room where she would be staying,
the umber-eyed detective couldn’t help but laugh, leaning against the door
while Emi (distractedly) placed her bags, and fell on the bed with a sigh of
content.“I could barely keep up with you,
and this is my house– you weren’t
kidding when you said you had a
holiday spirit to reckon with. “She most certainly wasn’t. An empathetic soul, (and mind), by
nature, the massive outpour of compassion and kindness every year
which greeted the ‘Christmas season’, appealed to her on the greatest
level. Giving and gathering were some of her most profound joys,❝ I’m just so happy, Saguru-kun.
Thank you. For having me. And
for bearing with me as I dragged
you through the whole house. ❞She barely noticed his grin.
”Not the whole house. You haven’t seen the tree. “
For the first time in the evening, she let him lead the way, traipsing
back through the hall, down the stairs, and into the house’s main den. And
Hakuba was probably well-and-proud of himself at the even greater sound
of joy which escaped the lips of his compact companion. Contrary to the
organized and themed nature of the rest of the house’s decorations, those
on the tree were a myriad of colours. Hand-blown glass and other clearly
vintage ornaments lined the branches, and a faintly-glowing (yet still very
beautiful) angel capped the douglas fir.The rest of the room followed suit, with primarily wooden and
hand painted decorations, subtle, and warm. Familial and sweet, just as
any proper room for gift exchange ought to be.❝ Oh- Saguru- it’s… wonderful. ❞
” Mmmhm. Nearly perfect. Just one thing left to add. “
She followed his hand as it slipped into his pocket, then opened to
show what he’d gathered.
With nothing particularly good to say, she just blinked between the small
bundle of dark leaves and white berries and up to his softly smiling eyes,
before he lifted the bushel above them. He bent at the waist, and she held
loosely on the edges of his jaw, closing the space between her lips and his.” Merry Christmas, Honemi. “
❝ Merry Christmas, Sugaru. ❞
whiteknighthakuba said: “Yes,” I said in the most predictable and irritating fashion. “But what happens to Hakuba?”
he invents a time travel machine and goes back to become the real sherlock holmes. he jumps off of reichenbach falls but he dies
“A fitting end, I think.”
Mistletoe (not sure if I’m too late~)
Next five people to say ‘Mistletoe’ in my askbox get a kiss.
Christmas was just a few more weeks away and the music and decorations in every little shop and streetcorner only made that even more obvious, much to the distress and annoyance to a lot of giftshoppers and simple passerbys.
Dick, however, loved it.
The moment December rolled around, it was like someone had permanently glued a grin to his face and even despite the cold that sometimes got just a little too close to being unbearable, he still couldn’t help but feel so incredibly giddy and jolly.
Seeing that famiiar face turn the corner only served to strengthen that feeling of pure and simple happiness. His expression brightening, Dick fished around in his pocket for the little plant he’d nicked from a store a few blocks away, while swiftly, smoothly closing the distance between himself and the blond detective.
He could see the other’s mouth opening in greeting, but before he could fully form the words, Dick threw an arm around his neck and tugged him down, his other hand happily waving the little mistletoe above their heads.
“Merry Christmas~” he sing-songed, something just a little sly and mischievous flashing across his face as he leaned in that final inch to capture Hakuba’s lips in a warm, long kiss.
Saving the Blonde Prince
Super Sailor Moon was on the case, chasing down a rather nasty monster who didn’t seem interested in her in the least. Not the first, wouldn’t be the last, but she had to get it under control lest innocent people be hurt, and that was including the person the monster used to be! Of course it was drawn to humans, wanting their energies, but she had thought they’d be far enough away!
Apparently not as it seemed to heading right for a crowd of people and she picked up the pace, red boots clacking hurriedly to try and out pace it but she knew she wouldn’t make it. Shoot, and it looked like a crime scene too. Damn it!
“Oi, Mister! Get everyone out of the way!” she cried out, hoping any of the police officers there would hear and listen to what she was saying.
The officers did scramble, but it was more in panic than any sort of orderly calm and obedience. What in the hell was going on?! What was that thing?! There were screams, there were people pushing others, and there were policemen barking orders – all sorts of different kinds.
Save one, of course, who wasn’t actually a policeman but a detective. Hakuba glanced over to the woman, gaze shifting over her form with a sort of hesitant stare. Cosplay…? He sighed, This wasn’t good. The commotion going on was just going to cause more and more chaos. Yes, some people were panicked and causing traffic accidents, but they did not need someone in a miniskirt trying to do police work.
He’d seen far too many people like her trying to play hero, and it always ended poorly. So, after giving an order or two of his own to the police trying to control the traffic, he turned and ran for her.
“Excuse me, miss! This is official police business, I’m going to have to ask you to leave the area!"
“Ah, h-hey now!”
Whisper
While being armed was not uncommon for the detective these days, it was incredibly unlikely for him to actually pull the gun out at any time. Just as his parents, Hakuba was a pacifist to a fault, but everyone, he supposed, had their limits.
His happened to be assassins with which he had a personal grudge against.
Even then, the weapon was meant to be more of an intimidating tactic than anything. Hakuba wanted Spider to know that he was serious, and that he was more than capable of transcending the apparent typical high school detective convention where necessary. And, now that it was after a heist, and he’d tracked Spider to a place he imagined the assassin thought was safe, it was time to show that he meant business, coming up behind him to press the barrel of the gun against Spider’s back.
“I can be cruel if I have to,” he whispered, smirk tugging at his lips.
He would be Spider’s Sherlock yet.