It was the first time I’ve taken part in this kind of event, and I liked it a lot! (^.^) It was fun talk with you, even though tumblr always cut off my anon questions (T ^ T)
This is your gift for the @dcmksecretsanta event of this year, but I was unsure about what give you, here’s a little bonus ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I hope you like it!
I hope we will continue to exchange messages even after the end of this event ( ^ω^ )
Merry Christmas to you again and a Happy New Year!
Summary/Tags: Heiji supposed that most of the situations that Kudo got himself into were unavoidable in some sense, as his sheer dedication to finding the truth to every mystery presented to him was nearly unstoppable, but that didn't stop him from being worried. Fluff?
Written for @dcmksecretsanta for @nightfoliage!
Read it on AO3
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At times, Heiji had to remind himself that Shinichi was, in fact, a genius, and not a complete and total idiot. He supposed that most of the situations that Kudo got himself into were unavoidable in some sense, as his sheer dedication to finding the truth to every mystery presented to him was nearly unstoppable. But sometimes it made him wonder, you know? The first time Shinichi told him about a few of the cases that he handled as Conan, particularly the ones involving the Detective Boys, Heiji had wanted to cradle him in his arms and literally never let him out of his sight. The image of Kudo—of Conan—drowned in a private cave system, lost, scared, and alone in his final moments was brought to the forefront of his mind, and he almost cried. Almost.
It really didn’t help that Shinichi was just so...lackadaisical about being in near-death situations. Like, Heiji understood, he really did. He was also stupid and stubborn and a little too trigger-happy when it came to diving head-on into dangerous situations, but there was a point, in his own experience, where you sit down and think, “Wow. That just happened. I almost died. I was almost not here right now. I almost drowned in a private cave system where no one would find me for weeks or months or ever.” Heiji still wasn’t over that one.
As soon as they’d begun hanging out more regularly, Heiji noticed a sharp increase in the amount of times his life was seemingly in danger, and when they’d started dating? Well, it had almost become a near-daily occurrence at that point. Running into burning buildings and examining the recently deceased became Heiji’s daily routine and he was happy because, well, Kudo was by his side. If he thought about it, it was really only a matter of time before a situation like the one they were in now came about.
Shinichi was trying to disarm a very complicated bomb at the moment. There were thirty-odd passengers aboard the train, many of whom were currently freaking out about the fact that there was a bomb set to go off in less than five minutes that could in no way be removed from the train. If the train stopped, the bomb goes off, if they slow down, the bomb goes off, if Shinichi didn’t disarm it within five minutes? It goes off. Overall, this was definitely not how Heiji had envisioned their supposedly relaxing three-year anniversary trip.
“Heiji,” Shinichi reached a hand out towards him and Heiji handed him a flashlight, “Can I ask you a question?”
Heiji frowned, that was never a good sign, “Yes.” A few moments pass and a hundred different scenarios run through Heiji’s mind, every possibility of what the next words out of Kudo’s mouth could be, and yet?
“Will you marry me?” Shinichi ginned as much as he could as he put the flashlight between his teeth, eyes still focused on the wires as he carefully moved them around. Heiji just blinked, his mouth open, mind blank. That definitely wasn’t what he’d been expecting.
Shinichi spared him a glance, grin still firm on his face, and motioned with his head toward his pocket, “Ring’s in the back left pocket. You can get it if you want.”
“Shinichi.” Heiji took a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment, willing the frustration building in him down. He moved closer, placing a hand on Shinichi’s shoulder.
“You’re going to propose to me properly when we get off this damn train.” Heiji smiled, taking the flashlight from Shinichi’s mouth. Shinichi’s eyes lit up not a second later - he found what he’d been looking for.
“Of course,” Shinichi said, smiling as he caught Heiji’s gaze, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Shinichi snipped the wire and for a brief moment, the clock ticked on. One second, two, three, and then it stopped. Nothing. No big explosions, just two detectives tentatively holding their breath.
Shinichi let out a long stream of breath, dropping the wire cutters haphazardly onto the floor. He wrapped his hands around Heiji’s and just started laughing, collapsing to the floor and bringing Heiji down with him. Shinichi’s laughter was infectious - it always was - so Heiji laughed along with him.
“Well,” Shinchi grinned, arms wrapped tight around Heiji as he buried his face into Heiji’s shoulder, “Happy Anniversary.” Heiji huffed, chuckling.
“Yeah,” He kissed Shinichi’s hair, “Happy Anniversary, drama queen.” Shinichi pulled back, feigning offense.
“Since when have I ever been dramatic? I was being serious.” Shinichi maneuvered enough to pull the sleek ring box from his back pocket, holding it out to Heiji, “I had a big thing planned out, you know. There was going to be a fake murder scene and everything.”
“A fake murder scene. And that doesn’t scream ‘Drama Queen’ to you?” Heiji teased, flipping open the ring box to reveal an elegant band of twisted silver and gold.
Shinichi brought his hand up to Heiji’s face, cupping his cheek, “Do you like it?”
“Yeah.” Heiji leaned into the touch, smiling, “I do.” He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Shinichi’s lips.
i was this your @dcmksecretsanta for this year <3 i wanted to do kaito and aoko too, but time was not nice to me this year T-T i hope you enjoy nonetheless!!
it was fun talking to you a bit throughout this, and i hope i continue to see ur art in the conan tags!! ^-^ ❄️
Hi @solarflarelight , I'm your secret santa! I hope this is fluffy enough. I took the soulmate AU prompt you wrote down and aged them up a bit then I remembered you liked the movies, so I remembered one where Ran said a red string ties her and Shinichi together so I based it from that. Sorry if it's a bit late, we travelled this Christmas and I wanted to give it on Christmas day but holidays happened. Anyway. Enjoy and Merry Christmas! 😊
@dcmksecretsanta, thank you for hosting this event and gave us all the opportunity to share our love for this fandom. This is my first time doing this and I enjoyed it, would most definitely do it again. 😊
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Despite how strict Haibara is with Agasa-hakase, she’s terrible at taking care of herself. The Shounen Tantei-dan help her out.
Rating: Gen, Friendship
NOTE: Happy Holidays, @kurohawt! I’m your @dcmksecretsanta :P. Sorry for the delay; I didn’t have access to my computer to format this on tumblr or ao3. If you squint, there might be some ConanAi? Sorry, I tried my best >.>. It’s my first time writing Haibara’s POV, but I hope I did okay! Hope you enjoy!
“-chan! Ai-chan!”
Haibara blinks and raises her head, only to meet Ayumi’s wide-eyed stare.
“Are you okay?” she blurts out. “You look tired!”
Haibara quirks an eyebrow at her. “I’m a night person. I don’t get much sleep.”
“I know. You told me before!”
“I did.”
Ayumi pouts at her. “What do you even do all night?”
“Coffee,” she deadpans, and Ayumi lets out a loud, Eh?!
Haibara sighs as the teacher tells them to settle down and take their seats. Her head drops back onto the desk, and she prepares herself for another mind-numbing day of grade school.
Haibara walks ahead of the Shounen Tantei-dan on the way home, mostly because the children seem to be dragging Kudou-kun into something and she wants to be able to laugh at him later in the aftermath. They are, needless to say, not subtle at all.
She glances back at them. Kudou-kun looks constipated, she observes, and Ayumi has a finger up to her lips in a hush motion. All four of them turn their heads to squint at her.
She faces forward again, shaking her head.
Not subtle at all.
Haibara squints at the time on her computer screen. The digits are blurry as she yawns, but eventually, her vision focuses.
00:24.
She winces at the sight of the plate on her desk. She’d forgotten to eat dinner. With a sigh, she pushes out of her seat and tiptoes upstairs with the dish to wrap it up. It’s quiet except for the faint buzzing of the refrigerator and Agasa-hakase’s snores.
Hakase can have it for lunch tomorrow, she decides, putting the plate in the fridge, and heads back down to the lab. She’ll just make a bento for school in the morning.
For now, she’ll look over her notes one last time before going to bed.
It starts like this:
Snacks start to appear on her desk when she isn’t looking. During lunch hour, Kojima-kun and Tsuburaya-kun alternate between giving her juice boxes and water bottles. She accepts them without complaint; she knows how stubborn they can be, and the look on their faces tells her that they won’t take the drinks back. Still, it confuses her when Ayumi constantly checks to see if Haibara’s finished her lunch and nods to herself when she sees that she has. Agasa-hakase has been guilt-tripping her into eating dinner with him—well, attempting to guilt-trip her. She indulges him and his claims of loneliness, and the way he beams at her is enough for her to not question it.
The one who had been acting strangest out of them all is Kudou-kun . For a week, he kept glancing at her and squinting, or went into his usual thinking pose after staring at her for an uncomfortably long time. His gaze was sharp, the way it usually is when he’s solving a case.
Haibara has no idea why, but she suspects it had something to do with what the children roped him into before then.
She also suspects that he’s the reason why Subaru-san visited randomly with several dishes of tofu, fried rice, chicken, and others on different days, and why strawberries keep appearing unannounced on the kitchen counter.
What Haibara doesn’t appreciate, is supposedly losing the key to her makeshift lab and then finding it in the refrigerator when she goes to store her leftovers from dinner. It happens three times in a week. Agasa-hakase’s stuttered excuses break in the face of her unimpressed glare.
It’s at Agasa-hakase’s house when she approaches Kudou-kun while the children are off looking at the professor’s newest invention.
“Edogawa-kun,” Haibara calls drily, “do you want to explain why you’ve coerced the professor into stealing my things?”
Ever the terrible liar, he twitches. “What do you mean?”
“If you ever became a criminal, you’d be caught in the first five minutes,” she tells him, and he makes an offended noise. “Explain. Now.”
He sighs, rubbing the back of his head. “Ayumi, Genta, and Mitsuhiko said you looked tired so they decided to try and help. We asked the professor and he mentioned how you sometimes miss meals to go into the lab—”
“And you know why I’m in the lab, yes?” Haibara interrupts. “To create an antidote. The more I work on it, the faster you’ll be able to—”
“Not at the cost of your own health,” Kudou-kun shoots back. “You’ve been eating more, and it shows. You don’t look as exhausted the days you’re locked out of the lab. It’s been helping.”
“In case you’ve forgotten,” she says sharply, “I am an adult. I can take care of myself.”
He snorts. “Well, you’re not very good at it, are you?”
“Why can’t you just stop butting into—”
“Isn’t this what They did to you?” he snaps. “Kept you in the lab and forced you to work for Them? This is different, Haibara. You can take breaks. You don’t need to slave away in the lab and—”
“Um, Ai-chan? Conan-kun?” Ayumi’s meek voice cuts through the tension, and the two turn to see her peering at them from behind the door. “Is something wrong?”
“We’re fine,” Haibara replies, curt, just as Kudou-kun says, “Nothing.”
“What’s wrong?” Kojima-kun asks, boisterous and without tact.
Tsuburaya-kun peeks out from behind the two. “Conan-kun? Haibara-san?”
“Haibara just found out about our plan,” Conan tells them sheepishly. “It’s fine—”
“But you were arguing!” Ayumi blurts out, sounding horrified, and turns to Haibara. “Ai-chan, don’t be mad at Conan-kun! We just wanted to help!”
Kojima-kun nods in agreement as Tsuburaya-kun says, “Your eyes were dark like my kaa-san’s!”
“Like a panda!” Kojima-kun adds.
“Or a raccoon!”
“We were just worried!” Ayumi bursts. “Please don’t be mad…”
“We’re sorry for bothering you…” Tsuburaya-kun mumbles.
Kojima-kun scowls. “But we don’t regret it!”
Haibara is...actually kind of stunned. She hadn’t realized they were this perceptive. Or—maybe she knew, and just didn’t think they’d notice. She glances at Kudou-kun, who’s standing behind the three silently, and winces.
Ah.
“I’m...not mad,” Haibara says, awkward and unsure. The three look at her with wide eyes. “I’m sorry. For making you worry.”
“You’re our friend!” Ayumi beams at her. “We have to take care of you!”
“Yeah, yeah!”
Haibara makes eye contact with Kudou-kun. He just smiles at her, understanding and good-natured without a hint of anger.
[dcmk secret santa anon] hello! It's been a bit!!! My schooling is finally over for the year so i'm finally able to focus in earnest on your gift and i'm super excited. I have a playlist for it, too, for inspiration ;) As a sort of small gift, these are some of the songs on it: Believe by Mumford and Sons + Bloodstream by Transviolet
Hey! Sorry I forgot I never published this!! I’m glad your schooling is finally over! Mine is too (eh, for the most part, still got that dissertation to work on haha).
That’s honestly so sweet! I love making playlists for inspiration when I’m writing fanfic. <3
