#lunoiere

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heyya! just found your acc and your artstyle is rly rly pretty i love it<333 ty for sharing your art with us!

also, question! whos your fave in jjk? and do you ship them with anyone? 👀

megumi is my favourite :// & i love nobamaki & itafushi! satosugu too just all the rlly basic ones lmao

thank u sm!!

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@lunoiere

Everyone had known that it would not be easy to take down the Black Org. Kaito and Shinichi were no exception. It seems, however, that the two had still managed to underestimate the crows.

A gunshot rang out and both boys ducked for cover.

“Kaito?” Shinichi’s voice held worry, but determination. Kaito smiled softly at the wall in front of him. Shin-chan was amazing.

“I’m good!” The shooting stopped, and both boys paused for only a second before coming out from behind their cover. Kaito aimed his card gun at one of the five men, but he dodged the projectile. He fired off more shots, one after another, but the crows managed to avoid sustaining any serious injuries, or getting backed into a corner and stuck to a wall. Out of the corner of his eye, Kaito saw Shinichi creeping silently along the edge of the room. He kept his face blank, not risking giving Shinichi away by smiling. Another bullet flew by Kaito, and he had no choice but to drop back behind a tipped-over table. “If everyone else isn’t doing better than us, we’re in serious trouble,” Kaito grumbled quietly.

They’d planned for a struggle once they’d gotten in; just not one of this magnitude. Kaito took a deep breath, thought briefly of Shinichi sliding along the far wall, and plastered on his KID grin. He shot up from behind the table, gard gun at the ready, and jumped around the room with the same efficiency as dodging Aoko’s mop. He was doing well, keeping the men busy and away from Shinichi while avoiding the bullets they fired at him.

Then he heard Shinichi give a surprised cry, and glanced over to see one of the crows had gotten him in a choke hold. Kaito’s grin faded, his expression turning the definition of dangerous. He wouldn’t be able to tell anyone, later, what exactly he did next; everything blurring behind the haze of red anger. All Kaito really knows is that Shinichi is safe by his side, and the man who had grabbed him was lying unconscious and appeared to have a bump on his head. He let go of Shinichi, the two jumping right back into the fight. The four men were giving them trouble, and Kaito was practically vibrating with his desire to see them behind bars once and for all. In an effort to calm his anger at least a little, Kaito started to banter with Shinichi while they fought.

“Shin-chan, these guys are annoying.”

“Kaito…”

“I mean, if they would just admit defeat already, then we’d have time to plan a nice evening!” Kaito caught a glimpse of Shinichi as he blushed, a smirk making its way onto his boyfriends face.

“I’m sure you’re skilled enough to find time to plan one anyways, once we finish this.”

“Shut up, ya brats!” One of the men was clearly fed up with the conversation already, and Kaito smirked at him.

“Is that a challenge, Meitantei?”

“An observation. You’ve done much more complicated things with such short notice, planning a date night is hardly going to stump you.” Kaito cackled at that, and the man who’d yelled at them earlier turned to him in anger. It gave Shinichi the opening he needed to hit him with a dart from his watch, knocking him out cold. Two down, Three to go.

“You have a point there, Shin-chan.” Guns started firing in earnest, and the two were forced to duck for cover again. “I don’t think these guys like us, Shinichi!”

“You think?” Came the detective’s sarcastic response. The conversation died there, bullets flying as the two boys struggled to avoid being shot while attempting to incapacitate the three remaining Crows. Another round of heavy fire, and Kaito moves a little too slowly; a bullet grazing his left arm and forcing him to drop behind the table. “Kaito!”

“Hey Shinichi?” Kaito called back calmly. He continued before the detective had time to respond. “Will you marry me?” There was a distinct silence from his boyfriend, and the gunshots paused for a moment. Either the gunmen were reloading, or something was happening.

“What are you saying all of a sudden?” Shinichi’s voice called out from somewhere to Kaito’s right.

“I want to marry you, Shin-chan.”

“And you’re asking now?” Kaito chuckled dryly.

“I figured we both get ourselves into dangerous situations so often, better to ask now. Who knows if I’ll have time for a grand gesture, when our dates so often include someone being murdered?” Kaito grimaced when he realized how that sounded, he didn’t blame Shinichi for it, and he wasn’t upset at him for helping solve the murders when they happen. He heard Shinichi start to speak, but the response was interrupted by the door being slammed open to allow a swarm of FBI agents into the room. There was shouting, a few gunshots, and then everyone was confirming that all the Crows had been captured. The sounds of the immediate aftermath of the takedown drowned out any chance of Kaito hearing if Shinichi called back a response.

“Kaito,” Shinichi’s voice sounded from Kaito’s side just as the detective knelt beside him. Kaito was holding his left arm, pressing his hand over the graze wound to try and slow the bleeding. Shinichi looked at him for a moment, both just silently watching each other, before a soft and shy smile appeared on the detective’s face. He pressed one of his hands over Kaito’s, blood still seeping through and coating their fingers, and blushed.

“Of course I’ll marry you, you crazy thief.” Kaito’s face lit up in a smile, and Shinichi raised his free arm in the air, calling out the need for medical attention. As soon as Shinichi turned back to him, Kaito quickly pushed himself forward, catching Shin-chan by surprise with a kiss. The two broke apart shortly after, and Kaito couldn’t have hidden his smile if he tried.

“I guess I have a date to plan, Meitantei.”

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For the lovely @lunoiere , here is your secret santa gift! I really hope you like it! When I got your request for tododeku soulmates, I got so inspired that I had five different au’s pop into my head at once — and this is the one I thought you would like best!

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how about yosano 💜

the song i got was the start of something by voxtrot

Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight. Marianne, let the ghosts sleep, just shut your eyes and burn the past

Yosano pressed her palms over her face and then gave her cheeks two quick light slaps. She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror.

“Get a hold of yourself,” she said to her reflection.

This was the first time in a long time (not long enough, never long enough) that she was going to use her ability.

“Make it hurt. Make it unpleasant. Don’t ever make it easy,” said the ghosts of the past.

It was not easy, not for her. It was a burden but Yosano was a doctor now and she could not overlook a life that could be saved, an impossible wound that could be healed, a limb that didn’t have to be lost.

It would be so easy if she gave in, but she refused. She had refused a long time ago and she would not go back in her resolve. It would be an insult to the dead, to the ones that suffered because she refused to heal simple wounds. She was a doctor now, a doctor with a healing ability that she never wanted to have to use.

But she was going to.

And she was going to make it such an unpleasant experience that no one would ever dare to come to her with a superficial injury. Sure, she was going to save lives and heal incapacitating injuries (even if it weighted on her), but she would never ever accept that someone took their lives for granted.

Because she wanted to save lives and she was going to save lives and it would be on her terms.

Yosano stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were hard, her expression was serious. She was no longer that child. She would never be that child again.

She would never allow her ability to be used like that again.

“I’m ready,” she said, trying to give herself some sort of confidence.

“Never let it be like it was back then,” said the ghosts of the past.

Yosano took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. She had already decided; it was pointless to delay it even more. She opened her eyes.

She knew what she needed to do, and she knew what she wanted to do, and she knew what she was meant to do. She would never give those ghosts a reason (another one) to resent her.

“I’m ready,” she repeated and turned around to leave.

She had a patient waiting.