Dear AkAm tumblr, today we come before you with a proposition:
We would love to run a week of akam themed prompts between Monday, the 9th of November, and Sunday, the 15th of November 2026 - as you might note, this week has a Friday the 13th!
We hope to inspire any and all akam creations, be they writing, art, cosplay, collages, playlists, and many more. Whatever you wish to create, really, in celebration of the ship! Though we say akam, any and all combinations of Akai Shuuichi and Furuya Rei are welcome - be it raibabo, amak, okiamu, shuurei, or other fun combinations (looking at you, scar!Akai).
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I don't feel like looking for my clothes sharing post, so let's do this here.
Shuuichi's shoes aren't quite a perfect match to Rei's jacket, headphones and shoe stripe, but it's close. (Shuuichi's leans more yellow, Rei's leans more green, which is... a choice, considering their background colors. Hmmm.) (And the fact that Rei is general is more associated with yellow, and Shuuichi's green eyes....)
That yellow plaid... scarf?? Cloth thing Shuuichi has hanging from his waist. Who picked that, Shuuichi?
Unrelated to their clothes/matching I have questions about why Rei is wearing headphones to play basketball (intensely, because he only has one setting) and why Shuuichi is wearing his bag and his glove at the same time. I'm not convinced Shuuichi is actually playing baseball. This amuses me. (But also Shuuichi is playing baseball, just like Rei and his friends used to-)
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 名探偵コナン | Detective Conan | Case Closed
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Akai Shuuichi | Okiya Subaru/Amuro Tooru | Furuya Rei
Characters: Akai Shuuichi | Okiya Subaru, Amuro Tooru | Furuya Rei, Scotch | Morofushi Hiromitsu
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Suicidal Thoughts, Historical Inaccuracy, Pining, Pre-Relationship
Summary:
Rei falls into a pensive silence, and turns to focus his attention back on the sea, the night's calm waves gently rocking the ship as they sail onward. "The first time we went out on Hiro's parents' ship, I realized how tiny home felt," he starts when he finally speaks again. "For most of my life, I've felt… Claustrophobic. Trapped. But when I'm out here on the water, it reminds me how vast the sea really is, and how small and comparatively inconsequential I am."
Pirate Captain Shuuichi pines for his newest crewman, who happens to also be his childhood friend that he recently effectively kidnapped.
Of course I'm still annoyed that they're calling this Amuro when it's obviously Rei. Amuro doesn't care about Akai Shuuichi (first card) and wouldn't be scowling like that (second card).
That's Rye in the background of the first card, but Shuuichi in the foreground. Hard to say whether that's Bourbon or Rei, because the outfit is mostly covered and unlike Rye we don't have different hair lengths to go off. Still an interesting choice. (I have Thoughts about this.)
As I said to my sister when I showed her the second card: forget being on the same team, they're not even playing the same sport. And this amuses me. But the return of Tennis Player Rei is nice, and Cricket(?) Akai is very funny.
WHY IS AKAI BUFF. Like, it's not that bad, but it's definitely noticeable, especially in comparison to Rei.
For once, hatless-Shuuichi's hair doesn't look absolutely horrendous. An accomplishment.
"I used to hate mornings. Then you started being in them."
Riiaaaaa. As you already know, this one got longer than I expected it to be. But I think it's worth it. <3
(fluff starters)
This is an AU of my latest soulmate AU (Snapshots). Instead of aligning fairly closely to canon (up to a point), Shuuichi stays in Japan and joins the NPA instead of the FBI in America.
(For those that may not have read Snapshots, the soulmate AU goes like this: every year on their soulmate's birthday, at the time of their birth, a person receives a photo of the most impactful moment/thing/person in their soulmate's life that year. So, for example, on Rei's 8th birthday, Shuuichi received a picture of Hiro, Rei's very first friend. Hopefully that makes sense. Caveats are that the soulmate will never be in the photo (so Shuuichi won't receive any pictures with Rei in them), and any names or other particularly identifying information will generally be removed via soulmate magic.)
(Disclaimer: I barely did any editing. I'm sorry. If things are inconsistent or misspelled or whatever, let me know.)
Enjoy! <3
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Shuuichi has never been a morning person. Even as a kid, though he wouldn't grumble about being awake for school – he didn't like risking those looks Mother would give him – he would've always preferred to sleep in. Caffeine, and, much later, nicotine became staples to keep him from dozing off midday, forming bad habits far too early in life. Nobody has ever given him a particularly compelling reason as to why the day has to start at the crack of dawn; even his soulmate's yearly photo doesn't arrive until the afternoon.
Shortly after his twenty-sixth birthday, after he returns to Tokyo from an extended assignment in Hokkaido, however, he discovers the one thing that threatens to change his mind: the NPA's newest recruit, Detective Furuya Rei.
To call Furuya compelling would be doing him a disservice, because he is so much more than that. Sharp-tongued and quick-witted, Furuya walks into a room and everyone pays attention, despite how new he is to the department, and how little relative experience he has. Shuuichi is no exception.
He arrives at headquarters, every day, at what most would consider to be a reasonable time (Shuuichi would find it reasonable, if it were a few hours later), and every single day, he finds Furuya's little white Mazda already in the parking garage, and his office light on.
For the first couple of weeks that this happens, Shuuichi simply greets Furuya in his office as he passes by. Once, he makes the mistake of poking his head in and asking if Furuya needs help with anything, only to be met with a glare so fierce it rivals his mother's. Shuuichi holds his hands up, backing off and leaving Furuya to his work.
The next morning, he brings in an extra cup of coffee. He's not sure what, exactly, earned him that glare, but he knows he must have stepped on Furuya's toes somehow.
Furuya watches him warily as he steps into his office and sets the take-out cup on his desk. "What?" he asks, voice low, distrustful.
"Coffee," Shuuichi answers with a quick half-smile. "It's black, since I don't know how you take yours, but hopefully it'll suffice for at least the beginnings of an apology."
Furuya's expression is no less suspicious as he asks, "And what is it that you feel the need to apologize for?"
"For yesterday. I didn't mean to imply anything about how you handle your work."
A heavy sigh leaves Furuya as he takes a moment to reply. When he does, it's a simple, "thank you," followed by quickly by, "I have a lot of work to do."
Taking that as the dismissal it clearly is, Shuuichi nods and steps away, leaving him to his work. Furuya is ever-so-slightly less frosty to him after that, though the distrust remains for a little while. Shuuichi continues bringing him coffee in the mornings, though maybe it's just an excuse to spend extra time with him.
A month or so later, their supervisor sends them out on an assignment together – a couple of days in Kyoto looking into an incident at the Ooka residence. Despite the former Prime Minister's apparent beliefs, the NPA is not meant to be their private security team, but Shuuichi isn't high enough in the ranks to question his superiors' decisions. Regardless, he isn't complaining too much when he finds out who's accompanying him.
They decide to drive to Kyoto, rather than taking the shinkansen. It's a longer trip that way, but will ensure they have a car available if needed. Furuya will be driving, because he'd taken one dubious look at Shuuichi's truck and insisted he would, so he shows up to Shuuichi's apartment very early the next morning.
He'd been expecting this, of course; it's what they agreed on, due to the lengthy travel time. Shuuichi is technically awake and half dressed by the time Furuya arrives, well before sunrise, the coffee pot already going.
As he lets Furuya in, he's greeted with a confused look that quickly turns to amusement at his disheveled, groggy, shirtless state. Furuya, dressed as immaculately as ever, tries (and fails) to hide a smile by biting his lip, and asks, "Did you sleep at all?"
"I slept some," Shuuichi answers, reaching up to tie his hair back. It's at this point that Furuya looks away from him; Shuuichi doesn't think much of it at first, until he realizes, a little later, that Furuya doesn't look at him a single time more until he pulls a shirt on. Interesting. He notes that in the back of his mind to think about later.
Once he's more or less ready to go, with two travel mugs of coffee prepared for them, Furuya shoos him out to the balcony to have a cigarette because, "You are not smoking in my car, Akai Shuuichi," as he washes the coffee pot. It feels oddly domestic, when Shuuichi returns inside to find Furuya leaning against his counter, waiting.
The purpose of their trip ends up being mostly a waste of time – it could've been handled by the local police – but he does enjoy the approximately ten hours spent in a car with Furuya. Though, admittedly, his heart sinks when, halfway back to Tokyo, he realizes that all signs point to Furuya likely having been a classmate with his soulmate at the Academy.
Guiltily, Shuuichi also realizes that he's barely even thought about his soulmate since he met Furuya.
More importantly, though, he finds out that Furuya had been friends with Hagiwara Kenji, a member of the bomb disposal unit that lost his life in the line of duty back in November. Shuuichi's assignment in Hokkaido had started shortly before that, so he wasn't around for either the disaster or the fallout of it, but his soulmate certainly was – he'd felt their grief through the bond. And, upon further investigation, Hagiwara was present in the picture Shuuichi had received for his soulmate's twenty-third birthday.
Curiously, Furuya wasn't, which leads Shuuichi to one of two conclusions: either Furuya and Shuuichi's soulmate had overlaps in their friends but weren't particularly close, or Furuya is his soulmate. He immediately buries the latter thought so as not to get his hopes up.
Either way, Furuya hides his grief well when not speaking of it directly, even now that Shuuichi knows to look for it.
They prove efficient enough of a team that, as spring arrives, they're paired together on most assignments, both a blessing and a slow torture for Shuuichi, as he watches Furuya-kun grow more and more confident in himself and his abilities. Though Shuuichi, as his team's Inspector, officially takes the lead, he finds himself deferring to Furuya-kun's judgment more often than not – especially in matters with civilians. Shuuichi has never been particularly good with people, and though Furuya-kun is a little rough around the edges, he's miles better at speaking (and finds far too much amusement in Shuuichi fumbling his way through conversations).
More than once, in the quieter moments, he finds Furuya-kun staring wistfully at the blooming cherry trees, transfixed by the pink flowers. It doesn't take Shuuichi a lot of thinking to figure out he must being reminiscing about his late friend. He snaps out of it quickly, though, when he catches Shuuichi watching him, and offers a small smile before changing the subject to something he deems safe.
He speaks of his other friends sometimes – of Date Wataru, their 'squad leader,' who had basically taken on the role of keeping them in line as much as he could, but was just as likely to go along with their shenanigans as to try to talk them out of it, and of Matsuda Jinpei, whose temper is just as bad as Furuya-kun's and who taught him the basics of disarming bombs, and of a man he simply calls Hiro, who Shuuichi never really gets specifics about, but who always earns the biggest smiles from Furuya-kun.
It takes every ounce of self-control he can muster not to look these men up, especially this 'Hiro' who Furuya-kun seems so fond of, because the more he hears, the more that thought he'd banished before comes crawling it's way back: could Furuya Rei be Shuuichi's soulmate? One thing is certain, though, and that is Shuuichi's feelings for him, regardless of whether they're soulmates or not. He can no longer deny that this has gone far beyond a simple attraction. Furuya-kun lives in Shuuichi's thoughts, even when it's inconvenient, and he catches himself looking for him every time he enters a room at Headquarters.
Not that he can act on it, though, when he's instead busy acting as Furuya-kun's superior. He keeps the boundaries between them as professional as possible and writes nothing less than stellar (and, crucially, accurate) reports on Furuya-kun's capabilities.
In early summer, Furuya-kun is called into a meeting with their superiors and promoted to Inspector. This is unprecedented – the youngest inspector, they're calling him – and Shuuichi decides right then and there that they're going to celebrate.
"Drinks tonight," he insists, leaving no room for argument. "Unless we're stuck here late. Call your friends, if you want."
Furuya-kun grins and shakes his head. "Okay, sure. Drinks."
They end up at a bar between Headquarters and Shuuichi's apartment after sunset – later than he would've liked, but work kept them – where they meet up with one of Furuya-kun's friends. Date, apparently is busy on a case, and he hadn't been given a reason for Matsuda's absence, but 'Hiro' arrives halfway through their first drink.
"Sorry I'm late," he greets, taking a seat next to Furuya-kun. "Work has been nightmarishly busy."
As soon as Shuuichi looks at his face, everything slides into place. The man now has neatly trimmed stubble lining his chin, but there's not a single doubt in Shuuichi's mind that he's the same man who has been in so many of the soulmate photos he's received over the years. He introduces himself as Morofushi Hiromitsu as Shuuichi catches his voice; Furuya-kun must notice his moment of struggle, because he takes it upon himself to introduce Shuuichi.
Recognition lights up Morofushi's eyes – does this mean Furuya-kun has mentioned him? – and he smiles, just as Furuya-kun stands.
"I'll go get Hiro a beer," he says.
"We're celebrating you," Shuuichi counters. "You stay here, I'll go get it."
But Furuya-kun simply shakes his head. "You don't even know what he drinks. I'll be right back."
Alone with this stranger who is so familiar to him, Shuuichi studies him quietly; from the serious gleam in Morofushi's eyes, he gets the feeling he's not the only one trying to figure something out. It's Morofushi who speaks up first, a light-hearted comment to break the ice. "He didn't even tell me what we're celebrating."
Shuuichi chuckles and waves it off. "We'll wait until he gets back for that." Though he's pretty sure he already knows the answer, Shuuichi wants to confirm his suspicions, so he poses a question. "Do you mind if I ask how long you've known each other? Furuya-kun talks about you sometimes, but never really gives details."
"A while," Morofushi answers vaguely, side-stepping the question and returning it with one of his own, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. "Have we met before? Something about you seems familiar."
Amused, Shuuichi lifts his chin with a slight smirk. "I have my mother's eyes. Perhaps you've seen a picture of her," he replies, and pauses for a moment to let that sink in and assess whether it has the intended effect. Morofushi's blinks, then his eyes widen the tiniest fraction, so Shuuichi continues. "When you say 'a while,' would you say that's about… sixteen years or so? Give or take a few months?"
From the way Morofushi's eyebrows raise, and understanding dawns on his face, Shuuichi assumes he must have arrived at the answer. His theory is confirmed when Furuya-kun returns seconds later. Morofushi takes the beer he's handed, and, Furuya-kun sits down, Morofushi lowers his voice to ask, "Do you know who this guy is?"
"Akai Shuuichi," Furuya-kun answers. Then, he lowers his voice so only their table can hear, looks to Shuuichi, and gives him a cheeky little grin. "My soulmate."
Shuuichi's mouth drops open before he can stop it, to which Furuya-kun laughs brightly in response. "I should've known you would've figured it out already," he says once he gets over his immediate shock. "How long have you known?"
"A while," Furuya-kun answers, just as vague as Morofushi. Shuuichi knows in that moment that these two together spell trouble, but he finds he's looking forward to learning more about them both. "I've been waiting for you to catch up."
With a huff, Shuuichi replies, "It's been in the back of my mind since Kyoto. And it's not like I could do anything about it before, even if I was certain."
"I suppose," Furuya-kun agrees, that familiar glitter of amusement in his eyes. There's clearly more that he wants to say, but Shuuichi notices the way his eyes dart around the crowded bar, and realizes why he's holding back.
Morofushi must realize, too, because abruptly he changes the subject. "So, what's this about a celebration?"
Taking that as his cue, Shuuichi says, "You're looking at our newest inspector. If the rumors around the office are anything to go by, he's the youngest ever." While the rumors may be slightly exaggerated, Shuuichi can't imagine they're that far off, since Furuya-kun hadn't been a detective for a full year before his promotion.
"You made Inspector?" Morofushi half-shouts, thrilled. "Zero, that's amazing!"
Furuya-kun makes a valiant attempt to laugh off the praise, but neither Shuuichi nor Morofushi are inclined to let him downplay his achievements, knowing how hard he's been working, so they make a quiet toast (because even though they want to celebrate, Furuya-kun already seems uncomfortable with the idea of too much attention from strangers) and order food to go along with their drinks.
The celebratory dinner continues for a couple of hours, until Morofushi calls an end to it on account of all of them having to work in the morning. Outside the bar, Morofushi pulls Furuya-kun into a tight hug and throws Shuuichi a knowing look before excusing himself.
Furuya-kun turns back to Shuuichi and opens his mouth, probably to say good night as well, but Shuuichi jumps in before he can, unwilling to let him go so quickly if he can help it. "Furuya-kun," he starts, then pauses and tries again, because it feels strange to address his soulmate so distantly. "Rei-kun. Come home with me?"
Rei's eyes widen for a second before he nods. "Yes."
They'd driven to the bar in Shuuichi's truck, with the intent of Shuuichi dropping Rei off at home afterward, so getting back to his place is simple enough. The silent stretches between them the whole ride, not awkward, exactly, but charged with the expectations of what's to come. Shuuichi knows he can't be the only one feeling that tension because as soon as they're inside his apartment, Rei pulls him close and kisses him.
Shuuichi's heart soars and his pulse spikes as he wraps his arms around Rei. "I've been wanting to do that for months," he murmurs against Rei's lips as the kiss breaks.
Rei laughs and kisses him again, gentler this time. "You made that pretty obvious. At least to me. Always watching me, always bringing me coffee."
"Do I need to worry about other guys bringing you coffee?" Shuuichi teases, earning a roll of Rei's eyes. With a more serious tone, he then says, "I know there are things we probably need to talk about, but I–"
"Not tonight," Rei cuts in decisively, echoing Shuuichi's own thoughts. Then, he goes back to kissing Shuuichi.
They wake early in the morning to the alarm Shuuichi'd hastily set to make sure they have enough time to get ready for work – including time to take Rei home. Reaching for his phone, Shuuichi turns the alarm off, then rolls over to look at Rei instead of immediately getting up. Rei's already watching him with sleepy eyes and a faint smile.
"Good morning, Rei-kun," Shuuichi says, voice rough as he tugs Rei in close and nuzzles against his throat.
"Don't get carried away," Rei warns, though he sounds more amused than anything else. His hand rests itself on Shuuichi's back, his fingers drawing incomprehensible patterns on the bare skin. "We still have work."
Shuuichi grumbles something that probably isn't even words, and kisses the hollow of Rei's throat, holding him tighter. "Just a few minutes." With Rei tucked up against him, warm in his arms and happy, Shuuichi isn't even bothered about being so early.
