camiechan:

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A little while ago I made these icons for gab, I had this thing where Hakuba reminded me of a hamster, funny huh despite his name saying otherwise. But it is how I interpreted it anyway. If he were to be a rodent a hamster makes sense, they are bred to be pets and therefor are tamer and a little more “High class” I suppose you would say.

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After this little thought I figured if Kaitou would be a rodent he would be a pure white mouse. Cunning and swift. Free of cages or of the “high class” position of being a pet he can do whatever he pleases whenever he wants. Not to mention his liking for shiny things~

((JUST FYI… UHGDGflj SOCUTE I need to do fan art…))

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((ladjfds guwahh stoppp thankyousomuch I love your writing so much toooo!! ;__; <33333))

He fell asleep counting the space between their breaths, and woke when there was nothing to reset. The bed was still heavy beside him, sheets pulled to the right, but silent. He held his breath. Nothing. Just cold recognition. There had been no hope. Not with a wound like that and the refusal to see a doctor. He’d done what he could and held him to wait out the night. Kaito hadn’t even lasted that long. 05:12:33. The watch draped the monocle and the detective curled closer, choking back a sob.

themoonlightthief:

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“…" 

//OUCH OH GOD SEE THIS THIS IS MY HEART BREAKING RIGHT HERE -GROSS SOBBING- 

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The thief grinned, swooping down on Hakuba the moment the blonde returned home. Hands grasped the detective’s cheeks and before he had a chance to protest or move away, lips descended upon lips, softly, firmly, gently, for but a few moments, before they pulled away, just slightly, breath ghosting over Hakuba’s mouth. “I just thought I’d drop by for a quick visit,” KID snickered quietly and winked. And then he stepped back as pink smoke covered his form and not even a second later, he was gone.

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The detective practically swooned where he stood in the wake of that phantom thief, letting out a long, contented sigh. There was never a way to really predict when he’d strike; apparently, heist notes were only stealing precious stones, not hearts.

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“God damn that Kaitou KID.” ~<3