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A quick drawing of Shinichi in Winter weather (with a cold drink haha) for @chriswhitewolf

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A Mini-gift for @yeshallbeasgods 

It was technically after visiting hours, but Kaito wasn’t inconvenienced by such trivialities. He’d borrowed a set of scrubs and applied a simple mask to mimic one of the nurses he’d seen on duty. It likely wouldn’t fool his detective for long, but it was enough to let Kaito pass through the halls to his detective’s room unhindered.

Kaito bustled into the room and prodded his detective awake. He was forced to lean away as his detective jolted upright in alarm, hastily supporting him as he hissed in pain.

“Careful, Meitantei,” Kaito chided.

“Wha—KID?”

“The one and only.”

“You’re technically not the only one,” his detective countered. “I know you aren’t old enough to have been the original Kaitou KID.”

Kaito huffed, “What did you do to manage to land yourself in the hospital this time, Meitantei?”

Kudo grimaced, “The killer pulled a knife after hearing my deductions, I knocked it out of their hand but they grabbed another before I could get out of reach.”

“After you left your police friends behind again?” Kaito finished pointedly.

“…Yes,” Kudo admitted.

“You,” Kaito informed his detective, “are an idiot.”

Instead of the expected indignation and defensiveness, he got a raised eyebrow in response. “So I’ve been told.”

“And you didn’t think that maybe that was a sign for you to do something differently?”

“Not at all,” his detective replied.

…Sometimes Kaito wondered why he decided he likes this idiot.

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Mini-Gift for @lunoiere

@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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Mini gift for @milkyouniverse

Mini gift for @milkyouniverse ​! (Fingers crossed I’m doing this right!)

Hi Nana! So, this isn’t actually the story I’m planning for your present, but then your recent message got the plot bunnies excited and, well, this happened. ^_^; So here’s a snippet from some high school AU shenanigans?

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What was he doing in the student council office?

Koharu didn’t have long to wait to find out.

Kuroba-senpai grinned impishly and stepped into the room without so much as a ‘sorry for the intrusion’. His eyes zeroed in immediately on the only person in the room who hadn’t looked up at his entrance.

“Shin~ichiiii!” he warbled, drawing out the vowels until it was hardly even a name anymore. 

He was calling Kudo-senpai by his first name? Koharu knew that Kuroba-senpai was shameless, but it seemed beyond rude to be so overly familiar.

Not that Kudo-senpai seemed to notice.

“Busy, Kuroba,” he said, frowning down at the schedule he was working on. “Go join kendo practice if you’re bored. You know they’d happily have you on the team.”

“Ugh, and let him have the satisfaction of being right? No thank you.”

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Happy Thursday! :)

~ Santa

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Mini-Gift for @n-emone

@n-emone Warnings for mild angst, vague mention of trauma

Haibara had long since stopped being surprised by Conan’s ability to get into every manner of dangerous situation without even trying. She’d also resigned herself to the fact that the Detective Boys liked to follow him into it, and had even started finding trouble on their own. Haibara had accepted that, as much as it irked her.

Which is why she wasn’t initially surprised when Conan hadn’t answered any of her three phone calls or five text messages. She figured he’d stumbled into some criminal and was working to solve the case through the struggle of the adults ignoring his deductions.

Then Ran had called Dr. Agasa after dinner, asking if Conan was at his house, saying she couldn’t find him, and he wasn’t answering his phone.

Then she left the house the next morning to find that Conan wasn’t among the Detective Boys who’d come to walk to school with her like they always did these days. He didn’t come to class, much to Sensei’s chagrin, and after Ayumi asked her at lunch if she knew where Conan was, Haibara was worried. Checking her phone proved he hadn’t even read her texts, and an attempt to call him again sent her straight to voicemail. Either he turned his phone off, or the battery had died and he hadn’t plugged it in to charge. She tried calling Shinichi’s phone, with the same results. Haibara was visibly worried the rest of the school day, and rushed back to Dr. Agasa’s after. She didn’t bother to remove her shoes upon entering, running straight to her lab. She grabbed a backpack from one corner, throwing it over her shoulder as she hurried out of the house and down the street.  She’d never been so glad she’d installed a small tracking device in Conan’s bow tie. Haibara found the boy quickly, in an empty warehouse in a nearby district. Whatever relief she’d felt upon finding the place vanished the moment she caught sight of Conan.

Even in the Black Org, she’d never seen anything this horrendous.

She swallowed the bile rising in her throat at the sight and pulled a pocket knife from the backpack to cut the ropes binding Conan; noticing how he flinched every time she moved. She tried to hold him up with one hand while putting the knife away, but had to ease him to the ground to retrieve a shock blanket that she’d packed there on the off chance it’d be helpful someday. She wrapped the reflective blanket around him, doing her best to keep from startling him as she lifted him back to his feet.

It was hard work getting Conan away from the warehouse, especially when he wasn’t walking as much as being dragged. Once they’d turned the corner, Haibara dug her phone from her pocket and called an ambulance, giving their location and a quick summary of Conan’s state. She kept moving away from the warehouse, and the ambulance arrived quickly, transporting her and Conan to the hospital. The doctor’s called Ran once they’d arrived, and she met them there around fifteen minutes after Conan and Haibara had arrived via the ambulance.

Conan healed well, at least his physical injuries did. After three days of him not saying a word to anyone, the doctors concluded that the trauma of whatever had happened left him mute. No physical injury had occurred to his voice, but the psychological damage took its toll.

People questioned Haibara about it, but she refused to give any details about it, saying only that she’d stolen a device from the doc to track his phone to find him. With both of them not talking about it, and with the warehouse being cleared out before the police arrived, no one else knew what had happened to the shrunken detective.

Conan was released from the hospital about a week later, during which Haibara had started teaching Conan and herself sign language. Ran bought the boy a whiteboard, and was now taking sign language classes after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The Detective Boys had tried pestering the two to tell them what had happened, but Haibara had forced them out of the hospital room immediately after they started asking. She didn’t bother telling them off, only giving them a cold glare with teary eyes before closing the door on them. They hadn’t asked again.

Conan was back at school a week after his release from the hospital, whiteboard and markers in his bag and a nearly-conversational level of sign language ability. Conan and Haibara had both learned quickly, and the constant practice they shared each day had helped tremendously. The boy would still flinch at certain sounds or movements, and sometimes the Detective Boys would notice Haibara pale at the sight or mention of seemingly random things. It took awhile for most people to adapt to this new normal, but Haibara was Conan’s support, confidant, and friend through it all. The two quickly grew incredibly close, closer than Shinichi had ever been with Ran prior to the Tropical Land Incident.

Hey, Ai? The movement of Conan’s hand grabbed Haibara’s attention easily, and she turned away from the Detective Boy’s game of Hide And Seek to see his words.

Yeah?

Thank you. For always being here for me.

I wanted to, you don’t have to thank me. There wasn’t a response from Conan, and Haibara turned her attention back to Genta’s searching without seeing the faint blush creeping onto Conan’s face.

Ai?

Yeah, Conan? He seemed to hesitate, hands hanging still in the air by his chest.

I know I maybe shouldn’t ask, but…

There was another pause, tension filling the space between them, before Conan slowly continued with his question.

Would you consider being my girlfriend? Haibara stood frozen for a few seconds before she fully processed what he’d signed. She blushed dark red, the same shade Conan’s face turned after she responded.

I’d like that.

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Mini-gift for @bypinkleaf !

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Title: Craft Day

Mini-gift for @speed-spark-time 

Some Detective Boys goodness!