#detectivenigma

[captainbaddecisions]

Mother knows best

[higgystar]

Fanfiction: I feel pretty

(( Can I ask for some Detective & Edina fluff? c: They are adorbz together as mom and daughter :3 )) – detectivenigma

Trying to take up as little room on the couch as possible, she nibbles at her popcorn as the movie flickers on. Detective had tried to ply her with various other foods, mini quiches, tartlets, pate alongside cheese and crackers. She’d taken a bite of each to be polite but found herself more comfortable with the bowl of sweet popcorn to pick at.

Beside her Detective goes through his various make up bags, hunting out just the right tools to bring out her eyes and that matches her skin tone. Honestly it’s slightly worrying to her, the way he’s going about it makes it feel like this is an important experiment rather than just helping her get some confidence. It had taken some persuading, Detective had been so kind, not pushing but guiding her to give make up a shot.

Make up is a strange world for her. One of brushes, tips, and being unsure of the fine line between accentuating your features and painting yourself as a whore. Her father had made it quite clear that any and all make up was banned and that using it made her a whore. She remembers when she’d come home from school wearing eye shadow, it was not a happy memory. One of the girls had gotten a free sample from a magazine and discarded it easily as ‘cheap’. She’d just been curious, wanted to see what all the fuss was about, a tiny part of her wondering if the tiny pot of powder would make her pretty, let her fit in for once.

No amount of eye shadow could have hidden the black eye she’d had the next day.

Now it’s different though, her father’s not here, no one else but Detective would see and he had been so kind and lovely to her. Besides, the curiosity she’d felt all those years ago had come flooding back and looking at all of Detectives tools and equipment just gave her more unanswered questions as to what they were all used for. Would it hurt at all? Why did he need so many brushes? What colour palette would best compliment her skin tone? Would it work?

Detective’s fingers are soft, light across her skin as his calming voice hushes for her to close her eyes and relax. She tries, God she tries to just relax, to focus on his voice and not panic. What if it doesn’t work? What if she’s just not made for makeup? Maybe she’s just not meant to be girly or feminine and her father was trying to protect her from that disappointment when she was younger.

Sponges are smeared over her face, powder puffs pamper her cheeks, brushes dance over her eyelids and she has to hold back a wince as despite not being able to see, she senses something near her eyes. It takes a few minutes, just a few minutes and Detective is tapping at her hand, letting her open her eyes. He’s smiling as always, but it’s softer around the edges and his eyes glance over her face in observation.

Swallowing down the trepidation she takes up the handheld mirror, bracing herself for the disappointment, the humiliation and the knowledge that she is completely and utterly broken.

It’s her. It’s definitely her staring back at herself. She doesn’t look painted or silly; she just looks more defined. It’s as if he’s managed to smooth away the blotchy skin, cover it up into one smooth area with highlights of pink on her cheeks. Around her eyes dances a shimmer of light green, highlighting the colour of her eyes and making them look brighter. Her eyelashes are not the pale brown they usually are, but rather black and defined. She can see them outlining her eyes and making them clearer with more definition.

“I…I look pretty.” It’s shocking. She can be female, it works. All those years of being so scared of looking like a whore, of wanting to fit in but not wanting to lead anyone on were all for nothing. It worked on her. She looked nice, pretty and just like a normal woman.

Detective chuckles behind her, peering in so she can see his reflection beside her own. “Silly thing.” He reaches out with his gentle fingers, stroking over her hair and tucking it behind her ears for her. “You’ve always been pretty.”

A kiss is pressed to her head, gentle, loving and kind as she turns to give him a tiny hug around his neck. “Thank you, mom.” 

[nothingtofearbut]

"Very well then. I shall not take away further time from you. But once dinner is ready I shall make you at least eat a little bit. You know how the Hatters get when you refuse to." Those two little men could make quite a fuss... With a little smirk Eddie moved out of the lab and closed the door behind himself to avoid any fumes to spread through the house.

He snorted. "Indeed... I shall make the obligatory appearance." He sipped from the coffee before returning to his work. 

[nothingtofearbut]

"I shall obey your request and make it black like your underwear~" Don#t even ask, Eddie was being playful today. A few minutes later he returned with a steaming cup of good coffee for the doctor. "Here you are."

But he did not respond before Edward had managed to breeze his way out of the room.

When he returned, Crane had managed to reopen a few of the files spread across his desk, flipping through the papers as he made notes upon another paper.

He looked up as the man entered, accepting the coffee and smiling when it proved to indeed be free of any calories to get between him and pure caffeine. 

[nothingtofearbut]

By now he knew Jonathan well enough to know he was craving some coffee. "I shall make you some nice coffee. Why don't you use the chance to rest a little? That way you can save time~"

He arched a single eyebrow, but did allow himself to sink back down into the chair. "Perhaps, if you insist, but I would prefer that you do not sneak any milk or sugar into it."

[nothingtofearbut]

"Well if you require anything else don#t hesitate to tell me~ You know I have the resources." Seeing the other relax for once was nice. Edward enjoyed being of help. It made him feel useful.

"You shall continue to be my source, do not fret." He took one deep breath before pushing himself to stand. Coffee would be needed now.

"I prefer not to waste my time with inferiority."

[nothingtofearbut]

"Well I shall be confident in my massage skills then." Eddie had managed to get most of the knots out by now. Some of them were just too deep to be moved by his limited pressure. "And of course. I hope the new lab equipment is helping with the progress a little?"

He nodded, not entirely capable of keeping his eyes open as quite a bit of the muscle tension removed itself.

"Yes... It has been more than adequate, though I have been focusing on compiling my current research at the moment rather than gathering more data."

[nothingtofearbut]

"Well then it seems like I will have to learn a few professional massage techniques. I loathe seeing you in such pain." Eddie had to roll his eyes at the doctor's stubbornness a little but it was in an affectionate way. "How is your research doing?"

"Your current abilities are more than adequate. 

My research continues as usual, but it is a job that shall never truly be done."