#enomoto azusa

[kaychirei]

i just had a sudden thought what if amuro did this bcos he was lowkey jealous and annoyed at Kid for disgusing as azusa and his lowkey way of guarding his lady shjejrjdjdjd

#amuazu #amuro tooru #enomoto azusa #detective conan #dcmk

[fizzyjacuzzi]

Thank you for all the fluffy AkAm content! Now to switch things up a little: can I get Akai coming to Poirot to see (read: bother) his bf and meeting Azusa for the first time (I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether the meeting goes well)?

(right to left, 6 pages, more under cut) enjoy!

sneaky cafe dates they just do a lot of strategy meetings at poirot!

hope you like it, coffee <3!

(edit: added more lines to azusa's monologue and dark effects behind akai on page 4)

#jianswers #dcmk #akam #amuro tooru #furuya rei #akai shuuichi #detective conan #case closed #dcmk fanart #my arts #enomoto azusa

[potahun]

Azusa: ..........anyway, i was saying this because they have a great deal at this event for Pride and you gotta be minimum four people to go, and im taking my brother and Midori, so uh.....can you join us on Saturday night?

🏳️‍🌈 Happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈

they went to the pride parade the following weekend

#azusa enomoto #furuya rei #dcmk #meitantei conan #i want my wlw azusa-mlm furuya solidarity #'that man' is akai #please let me have stupid furuya from time to time #detco #amuro tooru #my doodles #high on his new revelation furuya goes to pride #enomoto azusa

[nocandnc]

Azusa's little blushies ///

Just admit you're mad that Kid made you look like a fool in front of Azusa!!

HANDHOLDING

I know, I know - it can be explained by Amuro wanting to keep a grip on her in case it's actually Kid, but. I don't care.

#amuazu #furuazu #amuro x azusa #detective conan #enomoto azusa #amuro tohru #furuya rei #anime screencaps #random babbling

[teallicht]

#fanart #dcmk #digital art #detective conan #my art #nagano trio #morofushi takaaki #uehara yui #yamato kansuke #enomoto azusa #miyamoto yumi #haneda shuukichi #amuro tooru #furuya rei #tsuburaya mitsuhiko #kojima genta #yoshida ayumi #haro #edogawa conan #haibara ai #akai shuuichi

[butter-pangcake]

wow, 2 weekly fanart!

#detective conan #wps #enomoto azusa #furuya rei #hagiwara kenji #haro #fan art #i also took pictures that used in the art #i dont have ig though lol #detcodelulu

[coffeeviolinist]

Even after six months, Azusa isn’t quite sure what to make of her new coworker.

Amuro is handsome, charming, and easygoing. He talks freely about everything that happens in his life, from his work as an apprentice to Detective Mouri, to his experiments with new recipes for the menu, to his misadventures with little Conan. Everyone looks forward to seeing him, and even the most abrasive and rude customer is immediately charmed by his cheerful demeanor and kind smile. Amuro is the very definition of open and friendly, and yet somehow, there are times when Azusa almost feels as if he’s shutting her out somehow, as if there’s an invisible chasm between them that she’ll never be able to cross. But then he’ll smile that warm, inviting smile, and she’ll wonder if maybe she’s letting her imagination run wild.

#detective conan #meitantei conan #amuro tooru #enomoto azusa #writing snippet

[crabapplebread]

you go girl 😭

Vol. 62, Ch. 642

#dcmk #detco buildings #detective conan #takagi wataru #juzo megure #inspector megure #enomoto azusa

[certifiedcoffeeaddict]

"Which is all just dandy. Azusa’s glad Conan-kun gets to live life a bit more and she’s glad she doesn’t have to worry that much about Amuro-san falling asleep at the stove anymore. Then, Azusa’s life and career take a turn for the worse." In other words, Poirot lives and dies by Amuro Tooru's face value. Azusa would rather not get to the dying part.

#2.5k words of bullshit by yours truly! #detective conan #amuro tooru #furuya rei #dcmk fic #enomoto azusa #jamwrites

[hexfloog]

07/19/2022

Also on AO3 if you prefer to read on their platform~

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If anybody went looking for him, Conan Edogawa could be found tucked in the farthest corner of Poirot, sipping on a comically large cup of iced coffee held between hands too small for a beverage its size.  

When Azusa had asked why he was alone, he explained—with disheartening monotony—that Mouri-san had gone away for work again and that Ran-neechan was with a friend.  But don’t worry! he quipped, There's no school today and I have plenty to do anyway!  I promise I'll get out of your hair soon.

She laughed and tried to dissuade his sense of urgency, but he insisted that he felt bad about Mouri-san always taking advantage of her as a 'free babysitting service.'  Then he slid across a handful of change for a large iced coffee with hazelnut syrup and whipped cream.

Indeed, she watched over him like she had been asked to do numerous times before, but as he had proven time and time again he knew how to look after himself and generally didn’t get up to any mischief like a normal child left to their own devices.  That wasn't a surprise, though.  Everyone—herself included—already knew Conan-kun was a little strange, if only because he seemed a little too mature for his age, but today… she couldn't help but notice he seemed... different.

Sometimes, when the café emptied out and she got to wiping down tables, she could hear him growling in the corner, his head pointed straight down at his feet, below her line of sight.  The coffee cup clenched in his hands in rhythm with his mumbling, and sometimes his voice fell in lieu of a sharp breath, the kind of noise people made when they were in pain.  

It alarmed her on a deeper level than a child simply causing trouble, but whenever the urge took her to check on him, he’d suddenly return to normal and there’d be nothing to ask about before she'd even taken her first step towards him.

"Conan-kun?" she finally called.  "Are you okay?"

“Mhmm!”

The smile she put on for him was disingenuous, if only because she didn't really believe him, but… if he said he was fine, he was fine.  She resumed her duties and left him alone.

But the instinct to keep her eye on him didn’t go away.  Methodically, she sprayed and wiped tables and chairs row by row, organically shuffling her way towards Conan booth by booth until she had inconspicuously shimmied her way within earshot.  The effort paid off, and still two or three tables away, she finally heard him speaking.

"Behave,” he growled, seemingly to no-one.  He jerked his head to one side, as if shaking off a headache.

Then, in a voice that was still his, but spoken like it was from the mouth of another person: "N-no."

"You will behave, lest you'd like us both to be sent off,” it switched again.

"I don't care what happens to y—"

"Oh, please.  We've been through this.  You can't fool me."

"You—"

"Shinichi, shut up."  

He suddenly threw back a big, long gulp of coffee, as if doing so would drown out the other voice.  It seemed to work.  

When he set it down, he was quiet again, and as he wiped the coffee from his mouth with the back of his sleeve he finally caught Azusa looking his way.  In terse silence, they exchanged stares for long enough for Azusa to become uncomfortable.

Finally, her voice eked out from a sore throat.  “...Conan-kun?”

“I’m okay, Azusa-san,” he replied, cupping his hands around the cup.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”  He put his lips back around the straw and resumed sipping at his drink.

Reluctantly, she resumed her work without asking any more questions, and soon took to the rhythm of her shift as the next wave of customers began to trickle in.  But she made sure to keep Conan-kun in her sights more often than not… just in case.  

Astonishment was the only way to describe what she felt when she found herself wishing he would start grumbling again, if only… selfishly… to affirm she wasn’t crazy.  Because as before, whenever she tried to catch him in the act, he seemed normal - it was only when her head was down and her attention seemed fixed elsewhere that the other voice resurfaced and his entire demeanor bounced between extremes like someone flipping a switch.

With only six minutes before her break, enough customers had cleared out again for her to have a go at the floors.  The opportunity to get close to Conan once more prompted her to snatch up a broom and dustpan in a hurry, and she began to work her way along the wall, slowly encroaching on the little booth in the back.  Sure enough, she heard him mumbling again:

“...No choice—”

“You’ve always had a choice.”

She got closer.  Three booths left.

“Please, I beg you, don’t—”

“Idiot.  A choice is a conscious decision.  You made yours.”

Two.

“Why can’t you just—”

One.

“Do you like eavesdropping on children, Azusa-san?”

She flinched, then instinctively froze.  A sudden chill ran down her spine.  She could feel his gaze on her, and it took a monumental amount of willpower to dare to look his way.  

He was still sitting in the same booth, but was now perched on the opposite bench, eyes wide and unblinking like an owl watching prey from the treetops.  When had he moved?  

"Well?” he demanded.  “Do the lunatic ravings of your child customers amuse you, Poirot lady?" he repeated, in the more aggressive of his two voices.  It sounded nothing like the Conan who had gleefully ordered his usual iced coffee treat, its sneering cadence so fundamentally wrong coming from the mouth of a child that Azusa bit the inside of her cheek to ensure she wasn’t dreaming. 

She felt his eyes on her once more as he waited expectantly for his answer. 

She had no rebuttal and slowly clenched her hands around the handle of the broom.  If he were to approach her for any reason, she feared she would not be able to move.  

After some moments of silence, Conan tilted his head.  Then, horribly, he smiled.  "It's okay," he giggled.  "My lips are sealed.  Your secret is safe with me."  

She shuddered.  If she thought he acted too mature for his age before, now she thought it went even deeper than that—now she was convinced she was talking to something merely pretending to be a child.  

"I— I'm sorry, Conan-kun," she found herself apologizing.  The words wheezed out alongside a breath held too long.  

"You should be," he snapped, sliding off the bench to return to the other side where his coffee awaited him.  He resumed drinking almost immediately, his little hands cupped near the lid as his legs swung merrily beneath the table.  To anyone on the outside looking in, he appeared like a perfectly normal child.  

"I said I was okay,” he mumbled.  “Leave me alone."

Not only did she feel awful for having been caught keeping too close of an eye on him, but now she didn’t even want to do that and that made her feel worse.  She hesitated for a moment, her grip on the broom loosening with each passing second Conan-kun paid her no mind, and after a prolonged silence, she finally shifted her weight into a step, and then another, and another… the light scratching noise of plastic bristles sweeping the tile floor following her as she absentmindedly resumed her duties in the opposite direction.  Mouri-san might be upset, she thought, but I’m… I’m sure he’ll understand.

There was no more mumbling to be heard.  She didn’t notice when Conan had taken his leave; the next time she thought to check on him, he had already gone.

#writing #dcmk #evil conan au #edogawa conan #enomoto azusa #fanfic #oneshot #queue

[howdoyoudothedew]

My other preview for @kaishinbigbang​! Also a had a lot of fun with this with @kebuyo​

#ksbb22preview #dcmk #kuroba kaito #enomoto azusa #link wips

[archester-creations]

waiting for you

Alright, lads, once more we’re doing this one a little differently because it got so long. I shall give you the first scene of my @kaishinbigbang fic and link back to my ao3 and my artist in a reblog. Here you go:

Kaito pursed his lips together, moving his head from side to side. With a pleased nod he leaned away from the mirror and recapped the tube of lipgloss before he shoved it into the purse he'd take with him to work. He fussed with his hair and brushed down his dress one last time. Perfect. When he spun from the mirror, the auburn wig fanned out behind him before it resettled against his back and he felt a little spike of serotonin. In this wig, Kaito always thought he looked more like his mom. Just because he could, he spun in place once to see his hair fan out in a circle again and the skirt of the dress twirl. Then he grabbed his purse and hurried downstairs and out the door, shouting a goodbye to Aoko— confident she would hear it through the open window. KID always made a point to be right on time. Early, even. And Kaito wanted to hold that energy for this job. Especially for the first day. A good first impression was important, after all.

A few meters from the door, he paused and took a breath and transformed just a little more into Noire Asei. It wasn't a full transformation. Not like when he disguised as Jirokichi or Nakamori or any of the other people he'd pretended to be to get closer to a gem. But closer to when he was KID. It was a disguise, but it was also him. Just another shade of him. Or, her, now. Another breath and she walked into the Poirot fifteen minutes early, on the dot. (Hakuba would be proud if he was here.)

“Noire-san, you're early!” Azusa said, looking up as she walked in.

“Of course!” She chirped back with a smile. “And I told you, you can call me Asei-chan.” It was the name she had on her nametag, afterall. A little hint for her Tantei-kun. Though she hoped he didn't come in today. She wanted at least a day to get acquainted with everything.

Azusa nodded. “Asei-chan. So, are you ready?”

“And willing!” Asei said.

Azusa gave her an amused smile. “Alright then, I’ll show you your tables.”

The first day was blessedly quiet. Not a single detective in sight. Even Amuro didn't show up, though that one was less luck and more that she'd asked to start on a day she knew Amuro wouldn't be scheduled.

Asei hummed a tune as she wiped down the tables. They'd closed five minutes ago. A little before that, she'd grabbed food– with permission– to take home to share with Aoko and Nakamori, if he was home.

It was incredible how messy some of the tables got. She narrowed her eyes at one spot– was that chocolate or caramel? They both kinda looked the same on these tables. Not that it really mattered, she scrubbed over it with the cloth and it was gone.

“Are you ready to go home?” Azusa asked as she came out of the kitchen area, sans the pink apron she wore. Different only in colour from the dark blue apron that Asei was handed when she came in.

“Yeah,” Asei said with a tired smile. The last table cleaned, she removed her own apron and went to the behind the counter to grab her bag, which she placed her apron in as she hurried back to keep Azusa from waiting long.

“How did you like it?” Azusa locked the café’s door.

“It was fun!” Asei said. “Though a little tiring, but I'm sure I'll get used to it.”

Azusa smiled at her cryptically. Like she knew more than she wanted to say. It reminded her of Akako, worryingly enough. But that was silly. There wasn't anything Kaito could've missed in his research or that Asei had missed while she'd discretely looked around. “I hope so. It'd be nice to have a second person that stayed.”

A second person stay? Suddenly Asei remembered the suspicious string of hires that only stayed for a week or two before moving on. One had even only stayed for two days. (Another had only lasted five hours, but they'd been convicted of poisoning one of the patrons, so that didn't count.) But Kaito had dismissed that. There were no real reasons given for them leaving, and it appeared a few had left because they'd found a better job or one close to home. Plus this was the exact place he wanted to be. The detective agency and residence of that sleepy guy Tantei-kun lived with was over Poirot. Which meant more time to spend with his favourite detective. Something he truly deserved since he’d had to spend every school day in the presence of another detective he'd rather not spend it in during the school year. No matter how much Aoko claimed they were friends. Summer was for Tantei-kun.

“I hope so too,” Asei smiled.

They parted ways with a wave and another kind smile from Azusa.

“I'm home!” Kaito called as he slipped into Aoko’s house through the still open window. There was the sound of something falling before Aoko’s head popped into the doorframe. Her eyebrows were raised in surprise, a knife in her hand. Though her expression quickly morphed to resigned frustration. Ah, one of his favourite expressions on his childhood friend/little sister.

“Bakaito! Use the door!” Aoko complained.

Kaito smirked. “But where's the fun in that?” He held up his bag of leftovers. “Plus I brought food! You should be thanking me.”

“Just get in here. And close the window after you,” Aoko said.

“I'm not the one who left it open, Ahoko,” Kaito said as he swung his other leg into the house. He brushed off the skirt of his dress as if climbing in through the window had somehow made it gather dust, despite it definitely not. She rolled her eyes at him as if him climbing in through the window wasn't a fairly common occurrence and she hadn't purposely left it open because of that. The wig he’d worn was stuffed unceremoniously into his bag. It’d be fine, he would brush it out carefully later.

“So what did you bring?” Aoko took the bag when he handed it to her and started rifling through it.

“Just some sandwiches,” Kaito said. As carefully as he could, he pulled the knife from her fingers. Luckily she didn’t even flinch. “Dad home?”

“He’s feeding your doves since someone didn’t tell Aoko when they were getting home and she doesn’t want their feeding schedule to get wonky,” Aoko said.

“I’ll have to thank him,” Kaito said.

Aoko rolled her eyes. “You know he’ll just wave it off.”

“Still,” Kaito shrugged. “Mom taught me to show people I’m grateful, unlike you.”

“Maybe.” Aoko’s eyebrow twitched. “But she taught Aoko how to weaponize Kaito’s fear.”

“You wouldn’t!” Kaito pointed a finger at her. Except she totally would and has. Plenty of times. Because she was mean like that. “Not to your poor best friend. Your poor, poor childhood best friend. Your poorest, saddest, most innocent niisan.”

“Kaito is only four days older than Aoko!” Aoko complained.

“Which makes me your niisan.” Kaito stuck out his tongue at her. Then swiftly jumped out of the way of her kick. He took a victory bite of his sandwich from his new spot, crouched on the countertop. Aoko rolled her eyes at him.

“You're here, Kaito,” Nakamori returned through the back door not long after.

“Yep! Thank you for feeding my doves,” Kaito said. Behind Nakamori, Aoko made a face at him. Like the mature person he was, he refrained from making one back.

“How was work?” Nakamori asked.

“It was good.” Kaito slipped from the crouched position to a sitting one, letting his feet swing against the cabinets built into the counter.

And the three of them ate sandwiches together– Kaito sitting on the counter, Aoko leaned against it, and Nakamori sitting backwards on a chair from the table to face them– as Kaito told them about the teen who laughed so hard soda came out their nose and Nakamori told them about the recent heist victim calling to ask if they knew how to contact KID for hair advice– apparently he'd liked the light blue hair KID gave him– and Aoko told them about the kid who she saw pull a tomato out of the bottom of the pile at the grocery store, only for the whole pile to roll onto them. It was a nice way to wind down after his first day of work. He really never got this for heists. They usually ended too late. That and the occasional injury or sometimes the guilt of a secret that crawled up his throat a little too much to choke down. A big part of him wished he could share KID and heists and Pandora with Aoko, but he knew he couldn't. Maybe one day, but not yet. Even so he smiled. At least he could still share this right now.

#kaishinbigbang #dcmk #kuroba kaito #nakamori aoko #enomoto azusa #fluff #detective conan #magic kaito #kaito kuroba #aoko nakamori #azusa enomoto #cafe au #writings

[potahun]

They’re participating in one of those Poirot&Co events, like camping in the mountains or something, and of course “Hida-san” is invited because he’s invited to 99% of Amuro’s outings with the Poirot&co crew and Amuro is out there gathering wood for the camp fire while “Hida” is playing with the doggy who adores him and Azusa has a question.

.

She asks Amuro the same question later on since “Hida” stopped functioning and Amuro just goes “oh it’s going to be 2 years :D”

#furukaza #furuya rei #kazami yuuya #enomoto azusa #amuro tooru #dcmk #meitantei conan #detective conan #detco #my doodles #either that or he just evades the question but does not deny it #haro #zero's tea time #kazaamu #im in furukaza hell

[nocandnc]

I still think Azusa looks the most like Elena... it's just because of the side part I'm sure, but Gosho was the one who designed them that way!

I'm sure Amuro would be shocked if she dyed her hair blonde...

#amuazu #furuazu #amuro x azusa #detective conan #enomoto azusa #miyano elena #anime screencaps #random babbling

[phantom-of-baker-street]

Aaaaaaand done, i'm so happy with it 😍!

#detective conan #conan edogawa #ran mouri #kogoro mouri #rei furuya #bourbon #amuro tooru #azusa enomoto #keeppley

[butter-pangcake]

sometime i'm a bit tired to translate but here you go

Midorikawa Kei (綠川蛍) is a fake name that I gave to Hiro cause Gosho won't tell us...

#detective conan #furuya rei #amuro tooru #enomoto azusa #morofushi hiromitsu #fan art #fan comic #detcodelulu