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defectiveconantoy · 3 years

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Memories (ShinRan)

Fandom: Detective Conan

Pairing: ShinRan

Rating: T

Genres: Angst, Comfort

Words: 1,535

Author’s Notes: Remember my old WIP? I changed the title and finished drafting it right before @shinranweek was announced. 😅 The story is angst-ish mixed with confort. Enjoy!

“What a gloomy day!” Ran stares at the living room window with a frown on her face before returning to the couch. Shinichi, on the other hand, is fine with staying at home. He calmly stares at the television screen and says, “I wouldn’t worry. There’s always tomorrow. We can go to the park again, like we did yesterday. And remember, I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay. We have time.” That reassured Ran.

The Kudo mansion is quiet this Saturday afternoon, except for the rain lightly tapping on the windows and the sound of soup boiling in the background. Its smell of broth and fresh green onions linger around the living room and near the couch where she and Shinichi were located. Ran constantly switches her attention between the living room and kitchen while Shinichi sits and absentmindedly watches television.

Ran is spending the weekend over at Shinichi’s house. His parents are away for the week, and her father, Kogoro, left town for a case. During her visits, Ran’s favorite activity is to cook warm, homemade meals for an eager and hungry Shinichi, a tradition that first started during his Conan days. Today’s dish is miso soup, the perfect fix for the rainy weather. Good thing the meal sounds good because mothing good is on television right now. Bored, Shinichi daydreams, drifting to flashbacks of the past year’s chaos.

Calling it all chaos is an understatement. Might as well call it having your body and spirit stretched, compressed, stomped on, and slapped around. Being Conan was not easy. It was like one’s soul was screaming but nothing came out because its lips were sealed shut. He wished to tell Ran everything, to run free and stop living a double life and pretending he was not really Kudo Shinichi. The dangerous situation was an imaginary brick wall between him and Ran. He looked forward to finally breaking it and no longer seeing her hurting and waiting.

The Black Organization’s attack on him was a flash of lightning that ruined years of work achieved during his lifetime. Never will he forget the humiliation endured from being knocked down, bloodied, pulled by the hair, and forced to swallow that wretched pill. The poison’s few minutes of piercing, bone melting pain were followed by missed opportunities. Being Conan was a unique experience, but he can’t deny how his new life caused him to temporarily sacrifice his old one. To this day, he struggles to adjust but still manages to move on, in spite of slipping the occasional ah le le and Ran-neechan.

He next thinks about the moment he received the permanent APTX 4869 antidote. Days after receiving the pill, he recalls lying on a couch near Haibara Ai, who observed and documented his reaction to the drug. “Good news, Kudo-kun! Looks like the antidote is working as expected. Your vitals look fine. No heart problems or side effects. Everything looks great. Come back to visit me one week from now.” “Tch! You’d see me anyway. I live right next door,” Shinichi joked back.

At first, he was scared the drug was a fluke and would turn him back into Conan. Luckily, it ended well because he experienced the heart pounding and drastic bone growth without the shrinking afterwards. The worst after-effect was becoming Haibara’s test subject for a few days before her trying the antidote on herself. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make. After all, the first step in facing the Organization and gaining power over them was becoming himself again.

Back to reality. Shinichi shifts his attention back to the television screen and sighs. “Commercials are currently on. Still nothing good! How stupid!” The rain briefly stopped, but the clouds remain present. The house is a bit dark during these daytime hours. Ran is now in the kitchen stirring the soup.

Ran. Shinichi now blushes after he remembers telling her the truth a few weeks ago. He returned to the Mouri residence to pick up Conan’s (or his) belongings. They spoke alone in her bedroom, with her doing most of the talking. And boy, did he feel guilty! The memories hurt. He feels embarassed now while deep in his thoughts as he did then. He lied to her about his identity and used that front to stay at her home, take a bath with her, and unintentionally tune in on secrets she would never tell him as Shinichi.

Their conversation was actually quite a relief. Ran was more upset by him frequently running away to solve cases than over his massive lie. Shinichi felt grateful for her not breaking up with him, though their argument was settled under one condition: she keeps a very close eye on him. At least he finally gets to spend more time with her as himself this time.

He also owes Ran his life after the Black Organization’s defeat. Shinichi initially refused to get her involved. She instead was persistent and unwilling to listen. Never will she make the mistake of letting him run into danger alone again. His fast reflexes and her karate skills helped them escape a deadly kidnapping.

All this thinking makes Shinichi dose off and take a nap. In his sleep, he envisions Ran and himself strapped together, roped by their arms and waists and their backs turned away from one another. Ran lets out a soft cry, “Shinichi. I don’t want to die.” “Don’t say that,” he whispers. “Look, I have a plan. What we will do is —ah!” Gin appears out of nowhere, interrupting his speech before point a gun to his chest and forcing the poison on him again. He shoots and runs away before Shinichi could fight for Ran and himself. His vision is now blurred, and Ran is nowhere to be felt. He whimpers, and right when he becomes concerned about his body shrinking again, he wakes up sweating and screaming.

“Shinichi!” Concerned, Ran immediately darts towards the living room and sits on the edge of the couch. Shinichi’s eyes widened. He jitters, pants, and looks around in all directions before throwing himself at Ran with a tight embrace. She silently smiles and begins stroking his back. “Shhh! There! It’s okay. It’s okay,” Ran whispers before kissing his hair. He moves up and rests his face against her left shoulder. She eventually presses his back as a cue to change positions. “Hmm...please don’t leave,” Shinichi whispers. Ran responds, “Of course not! I just want to adjust myself.” “Oh!”

They settle down. Shinichi turns the TV off and begins talking: “Ran, I just had a nightmare about us. The Black Organization kidnapped us. Gin shot me and left me for dead once more. I couldn’t hear you, and I swore I was going to turn into Conan again. My first encounter with the Organization left me scared for my life. Scared for you too. Scared they would hurt you. I’m sorry again for everything. If I could take back this past year, I would. I betrayed you. I’d stop myself from leaving you behind back in Tropical Land. Back when I was Conan-kun, I wished you knew everything, but it would hurt you. I was also told not to tell you. Agasa-hakase and Haibara —”

“Ai-chan?”

“Yeah, her,” Shinichi continued. She even aimed a gun at me at the hospital after you donated blood to treat my gunshot wound. Or so I thought. It was a fake gun concealing a small bouquet of flowers. She scared me into not telling you about the Organization or Conan-kun’s true identity. I don’t blame her. That girl was really scared. She would panic any time she sensed their presence. Honestly, I was scared too, only better at hiding it. I didn’t want you to ever see me suffering and turning into Conan or get suspicious, discover everything on your own, and get yourself into deep trouble. Sorry again for getting you into this mess.”

“Don’t apologize,” Ran started. “I trust you. I knew you were hurting but couldn’t tell me for some some reason. I waited for the day you’d return and tell me everything face-to-face. When you first left, I’d sometimes think you were out fooling around with other women. But that’s not you. You were pretty close to me before that incident. You, the Deduction Freak, always talking to me about Holmes or the case of the day. Still, you changed since leaving. I sensed it though our phone calls and in Conan-kun.”

He remarked, “Conan was a new experience. I think it provided opportunities. I met the Shonen Tantei-dan, Hattori, Haibara, Akai-san, and so on. I also gained the courage to confess my feelings to you. Anyway, it’s nice to be back. I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I’m glad you’re back. Well, the miso soup is almost ready. Want to help me prepare the table?”

Shinichi replies with a grin, “Sure, Ran-neechan!”

“Here we go again! You can’t get away with your Conan-kun act this time.”

“Haha! I kid, I kid,” Shinichi joked. He smiled in Ran’s direction. “Let’s do this. I’m hungry!”

#dcmk #shinran #shinran fanfic #more shinran goodies #dcmk fanfic #i hope you like it

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gisachi · 4 years

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hmmm i'd like to see how desperate they can be. Kiss prompts #14 for shinran, maybee? thankyou 🤟

Thank you for the request! Wanted to do a trope and this is how it turned out. Hope this is an enjoyable read. 💖

14. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished. (2,374 words)

In her seventeen years of existence, Mouri Ran has never met a person as infuriating as Kudou Shinichi.

She isn’t a particularly spiteful person. In fact, she’s always so welcoming and positive. Her well-earned reputation in school as the top of her class and her father and mother being one of the best detectives and lawyers in town do not in any way inflate her ego and turn her into an arrogant prick. If any, others spite her, never the other way around. (Though no one - ever - has brought it upon themselves to hate on the ray of sunshine that is Mouri Ran.)

As nice as she may be however, Kudou Shinichi always seems to get on her nerves.

Perhaps the only thing he inherited from the world-famous but humble Kudou Yuusaku and Fujimine Yukiko are their physical attributes. Sharp jawline, charming eyes, straight nose, pearly teeth, prominent Adam’s apple, broad shoulders, lean body…in short, fine. Good-looking. Hot maybe, yes. But she cannot let just that overshadow his absolute cockiness.

For instance, Ran is grateful for people who correct her mistakes, however seldom they may happen, but everytime Shinichi does it - in front of the class, brandishing a proud smirk at the end of it all - she feels the veins on her temple pop. She never cared at first, but when done habitually (and consciously?) by the same person, an underlying urge to punch him straight on the face arises. She knows she is nice but her patience isn’t eternal.

The rational half of her tells her to ignore him, but the petty half of her screams at her to give him a taste of his own medicine. So she revels inwardly at the hooded stare he gives her back whenever she contradicts a portion of his answer in Japanese History class, and restrains her satisfied grin when she corrects his negative integers into positives on the board during Math.

The class takes the toll in this twisted brain battle, because one-on-one debates between the top two students lead to extended fourth period and lesser lunch time. On the bright side, the lazy and unprepared don’t get to recite, so they let the two be.

Their academic tension spills even to athletics. Admittedly, he’s great at soccer, no surprise for an Ace. Her attempts at scoring a goal every time he gate keeps always end in failures, but what irks her more are the deafening screams of his fangirls behind the rails and his annoying wave like he’s some celebrity, beaming proudly like she hasn’t given him a hard time. (She hasn’t.)

But if he has soccer then she has karate. His powerful leg muscles are no match for her deadly roundhouse kicks. Shinichi has begged for his life once - when she has him pinned down between her legs on the floor in front of their classmates for a test of strength. Then he hasn’t brought that up ever again. That’s her win, not that she’s counting. (But really, that’s her win.)

He breathes, she’s annoyed.

When their gaze meets in the hallway, she is tempted to hold it and see if he’ll turn away first.

When he utters her name (“Mouri-san”, husky and sonorous), she wants to utter his back with twice the spite and snark. One that can bite. Tingle. Keep him up at night.

“Sometimes I wonder if you want to kill each other or kiss each other,” her best friend Sonoko brings up during lunch, and that’s just about enough to turn Ran’s mood into sour.

“I do not want to kiss him!” she reacts in a guilty way, and coincidentally they hear a resounding “I do not want to kiss her, barou!” along the corridor, only for Makoto and a grimacing Shinichi to appear on the door frame the next second, and their eyes meet, only to look away immediately.

“Maybe it’s you and Kyougoku-san who want to kiss each other,” Ran says bitterly, attempting to get back at her friend upon seeing her and Makoto exchange knowing glances.

“Mm, yeah maybe we do.” Sonoko grabs a bite of tamago sushi from her bento. Ran rolls her eyes.

“What? At least I’m being honest,” she chides, but Ran is already too engrossed glaring (rather salaciously, in Sonoko’s opinion) back at Shinichi to hear her or even notice her being an audience to their subtle eye makeout.

What do the other girls see in him? He’s a conceited, competitive brat who likes to pit with her for the fun of it. Sonoko says he’s not as annoying as she makes him out to be, which is about the only time she doubts herself because Sonoko does get annoyed easily. But Ran sees Shinichi in the hallway and she recalls the shameless bites and banters and sparring bruises and classroom debates and yep, her blood boils for this lad.

On Valentine’s Day, Ran makes chocolate.

More like, she helps her mother make one for her dad. For everyone’s sake and their stove’s. Since there are excess ingredients, why not? She doesn’t know for whom and why though, she just makes it.

(“Oh, you have a boy in mind?” “None, kaa-san.” “Let me guess, Yukiko-san’s son?” “NO!”)

She’s greeted by girls pooling outside the classroom. Sneaking a peek at the tag of a daintily wrapped box one of the underclassmen holds, she isn’t surprised to read Kudou Shinichi’s name on it. The subject appears behind her, and the girls line up and squeal in glee, and he greets them all while she huffs, not sparing a second look at the commotion as she makes a beeline for her seat.

She doesn’t understand why he always ends up alone with her after class when they both know that’s not the best idea. Their homeroom teacher just cannot read the atmosphere, because this is the third time he’s designated the two as class reps for student affairs work. This time, it’s a campus tour for visiting students. She hates it because she and Shinichi can never agree on anything.

“I’ll sketch the route, you do the tour,” she says.

“No, you do the hosting, I do the planning,” he counters.

“Aren’t you better at talking?” Ran sneers, remembering the chaos of fangirls and all annoying flowery words he’s probably said back. “Or don’t tell me it’s just the confidence and charm overcompensating for the lack of substance?”

“I can plan and I can host well, but I do the planning now ‘cause I did the talking in our presentation last time while you rested at the back and let me do the bulk of the task but thanks,” he rises from his seat and leans his body on the desk next to her, “for thinking that I’m charming.”

“I didn’t— I wasn’t—!” Ran’s cheeks heat up in fury or embarrassment or both. “I’m just saying this task is the best time to utilize your charisma!”

“But aren’t you charismatic yourself, Mouri-san? As expected from the daughter of a lawyer mother and a detective father?”

“No- I mean, yes, whatever, but we need charm and-”

“And I have it? What do I say? Is this your roundabout way of making me admit that you’re charming too?”

“I wouldn’t do anything like that, baka!”

He holds her challenging gaze, long and hard.

“In any case, I refuse. I plan the routes.”

“No, I plan the routes, you do the talk. No ifs. No buts.”

“This is just a simple assignment, Mouri-san! Why can’t we agree for once?” he snaps, stepping forward.

“Exactly! This is just a simple task, Kudou-kun! Why do you have to be so overbearing?” She steps forward.

“I am not overbearing. You are!”

“No, you are! You’re the hardest to deal with! I can’t even stand being near you! You’re the absolute worst! You’re—”

And then he’s hovering over her, sealing her lips shut with his own.

It happens lightning fast. He's in a respectful distance one second and then he’s hogged all her space and claimed her lips the next. Her heart rate has already gone up at the start of the bicker but now it’s literally flown off the charts.

“Kudou-kun—!” Ran gasps when her back hits the wall of the classroom, disconnecting their lips for a second. “I’m... not done...speaking—”

“And we’re not done kissing,” Shinichi angles his head for another searing kiss and that is enough to turn Ran into a puddle of melted flesh in his arms. Doomed they will be if students outside the window look up their floor and catch her back pressed suspiciously against the glass with his body the only thing keeping her upright. She can only pray they won’t. Because she doesn’t push him away.

Maybe she doesn’t care so much about being seen? Or maybe she doesn’t have the mind to think of anything else when his scent and his taste and his touch take over her senses and it still isn’t enough. This she realizes as her hands cup his warm cheeks to deepen the pressure of their connected lips, both red and swollen from the fiery mutual exchange. She kisses him with no intention of stopping. She kisses him like she’s making up for the moments her subconscious wanted to but didn’t. The tightening arms around her waist and desperate push of tongue in her are all she needs to understand that Shinichi must be thinking the same thing.

(“Mouri-san,” he sighs in her mouth. “Mm, Kudou-kun,” comes her lush reply.)

Only when she feels herself blacking out from lack of oxygen - or the fact that she feels hands untucking the hem of her school uniform from her skirt - does she unconsciously push his chest away, giving them an inch of space.

Stunned and breathless, they separate with the thought that what they share may have been too much for a first kiss. Achievers always aim for too much; anything less and they die. Too much is always too good.

For a first kiss, theirs is pretty characteristic.

“Huh.” She utters low. Any sound will do to kill the awkward silence that has stretched on for too long.

“Well.” He speaks, a little strained, but coughs his throat clear and gets himself together. “If you may...continue with what you’re saying, Mouri-san.”

For someone who’d just kissed her heatedly in an empty classroom in the middle of an argument and was so close to successfully getting his hands under her shirt, Ran is pretty impressed at how he manages to remain courteous in addressing her.

“Y-You’re the absolute worst,” arms still wrapped around his neck, she begins, but doesn’t remember what she’s supposed to say next. All coherent thought has flown out the window when his lips meet hers five minutes ago. She has no choice but to rely on the power of impromptu speech. Like Shinichi said, she’s good at that, kind of. He can probably hear her pulse palpitating on her wrist as she speaks.

“You’re...You’re such an airhead and you think so highly of yourself just because you have so many fangirls. Kuroba-kun or Hattori-kun from the other class are better and much more handsome than you, would you believe? You’re not the only charming guy in this school, Kudou-kun! And you don’t have to correct my flimsy academic mistakes in front of the class for a moment of schadenfreude, damn it! You annoy me to no end! I was this close to giving you my chocolate but good thing I didn’t because you know what? You’re annoying. Truly. You’re so full of yourself and I don’t like you for that and, y-you’re annoying and...and gods I hate you so much I’ll kiss you to death—”

She’s ready to tiptoe but his hands on her waist hold her still.

“What?!” she snaps, not sure where she’s more pissed at, the guy she’s about to kiss or the guy she’s about to kiss stopping her from kissing him again.

(A third option is herself but she’s already established her seething self-loathe when she chose to kiss him back.)

“I-I should be asking that, Mouri-san, what?” he stammers over her lips. “I... Give me your chocolate.”

Ran blinks, partly confused, partly surprised. She tries to comprehend how that is a proper response to whatever she just said (which by now, she’s already forgotten - or at least, in the process of forgetting).

“Give me your chocolate and I’ll eat it even though the chocolates I make with mom surely taste better but I’ll take what you made for me anyway. Don’t even get me started about how much I think it’s funny that you’re thinking about me as you make your chocolate, I mean, wow, there’s always that possibility, but still, wow. I-” he catches his breath, continues, “I’ll give you a better one on White Day. So please give me your chocolate.”

She doesn’t know what to make of the string of words that spew right out his mouth, but she can feel her face tightening to a grimace. Surely now, she knows she’s better at impromptu speech than him.

“You really expect me to give you my chocolate after you insult me? Wow, you really are an ass!” she shouts, as if she hasn’t mocked him the same.

“An ass who’s rejected every single chocolate given him except for one,” he says. His gaze locks her eyes, then her lips, then her eyes again. “And he’s even begging for that one chocolate, how ridiculous is that.”

Ran holds her breath, feels her face burn from his blazing irises.

“You don’t say-”

“I do say.”

His lips twist mischievously, too handsome for her heart to take.

“And you did say something else a while ago. Something equally interesting.” He cranes his head lower. “You said you hate me to death?”

Ran feels her toes tipping to balance.

“...Yes,” she lets go of his nape, hands sliding down to the plane of his chest and crumpling his shirt in her fists. “I hate you so, so much.”

“Oh by all means,” he leans in to swoop her lower lip gently between his teeth, smirks as he pulls it for a soft tug, “hate me all you want.”

#shinran #kiss prompts #fanfic #an idea like this has been stuck in my head for a long time and i wanted to try it out #shinichi might be a lil too cocky in this one lmao #but isnt he?#hope you like it!!

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yzkhr · 3 years

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Just wanna write a cliche troupe into a Shinran one-shot.

She couldn't breathe.

A saturday without her father was rare. So, Ran took it as an opportunity to bond with her detective boyfriend who's been too busy to be with her for the past few weeks. Eating out, a walk in the park, or anything resembling a date would have been fine, but Shinichi chose to stay with her at their house.

Ran was now realizing this was simultaneously a bad and a good idea.

They were in her room and sitting on her bed, talking. Well, Ran was the one talking while the great detective simply listened, playing with her hand. It went on that way until a few minutes after, she felt him slightly moved from her side, cutting her excited ramblings.

She turned around, only to meet his tantalizing blue eyes staring, particularly at her lips ajar now that it died down from its excessive talk,

Then, he slowly leaned in.

"S-Shinichi...!" Ran froze on the spot but it didn't seem to bother him as he kept going.

She was panicking. This wasn't on her agenda today, or any other day! Eyes wandered around the entire room, as they were the only thing she can enable. She tried moving her hands but they felt disconnected with the rest of her body. She felt herself running out of air, forgetting how to breathe.

Now, her attention was back at his attractive face, which was dangerously getting closer and closer, those deep orbs the Karate champion always lost herself in squinting little by little, making her knees weak even though she stayed on her spot, unmoving.

Knowing there was no point in resisting,—she may be kinda liking where this is going as well— Ran slowly closed her eyes, flustered and embarrassed, but in a expectant nonetheless.

Seconds passed, but no liplocking transpired.

With hesitation, she peeked an eye open, only to see Shinichi still on the same inclined position, but his expression warped into a proud smirk, unlike his previous serious and focused one.

Fully opening her eyes and staring at him in confusion and slight dissatisfaction, he grinned wider.

"Got you," he snickered, declining back and looking way too happy at his little prank.

On the other hand, Ran couldn't say the same. Watching her boyfriend laugh as she flushed a deep red mortified in realization was not the most appealing thing that happened to her today.

Eye twitching and faking a smile, she grabbed the nearest pillow she could find while standing in front of the still cackling detective who only paused when he felt the pressure of the soft object in his face as she hit him.

Seeing him dumbfounded, she bit back with the same cocky smirk he displayed earlier.

"Got you."

But of course it didn't end there.

Recovering from the initial shock, the great detective of the east also grabbed a pillow of his own and slightly hit Ran as payback and the latter not one to be outdone, reciprocated. They continued back and forth, both unwavering as if their pride were on the line with each smack and hit they throw. The room was filled with little grunts,giggles, and chuckles alongside the soft noises of the cushions. Eventually, Shinichi got tired as his hits got weaker, lacking power. However, Ran remained relentless and slapped him endlessly with her pillow, successfully bringing him against the wall of the bed.

Yet it seemed that he had other plans than to get beaten as when she tried to deliver the final blow, he grabbed her so suddenly by the arm, causing the teen to yelp and lose balance as plopped on top of her chilhood friend turned boyfriend.

Both were breathing heavily and panting, exhausted at the little fun they did. Now stabilized, it was time to talk.

"So," he inhaled, head shifting to the side which Ran found oddly cute—specially when she's on top of him—"What was that for?"

His adorableness was forgotten as soon as she remembered the reason why she even started the pillow fight, along with the fact that she's literally right above him. She glared, annoyance coming back.

"That was unfair." he raised an eyebrow, not quite catching on. Without any thought, Rans' eyes travelled on his parted lips, but immediately looked away and back at his eyes. Not as fast as she expected, as he discerned what she meant from it.

"It was a joke and a little revenge." he deadpanned saying the last line as he glanced at her, cheeks dusted red in what she presumes to be embarrassment. "Remember last time?"

Of course she remembered. It was the first time she tried to take the initiative and kiss him after all. Although she called it off by running, her boyfriend seemed to be the one forgetting something...

"That was your fault! You teased me at a really bad time!" she complained, reminding him the exact reason why she didn't go through with it in the first place.

As if recalling the events, his eyes innocently widened as he sheepishly smiled. "Oh yeah.."

"Hmph." Still slightly unamused, Ran attempted to get off only to be pulled back and pressed into Shinichi closer than before. She tried prying his hand from her back off, only to be stopped with his next words.

"Sorry sorry, you were just a little too amusing not to tease." she rolled her eyes, not the least bit happy at his revelation.

"Forgive me?" he coaxed in a soft voice, even going as far as to whisper in her ear. Her face burned bright, feeling giddy and a bit annoyed at herself for being so easily taken in by this mans' charm.

Still, the least she can do was pretend she wasn't in too deeply into him(despite it being so painfully obvious).

"Hmm," she put a hand on her chin, pretending to think."Maybe if you continue what you were supposed to do earlier..." she suggested, as she wanted him to take responsibility of her sudden craving.

He furrowed his eyebrows in false confusion.

"You mean another round of pillow fight?"

"Mou!" exasperated, Ran grabbed a hold of her pillow and proceeded to do a gentle smack. Shinichi laughed but it soon subsided as he lifted her face sulking on his shoulder, a fond smile forming from holding both of her rosy cheeks, then he leaned in.

And finally, finally, Ran got her kiss.

#dcmk #a really short one-shot #Shinran #I was supposed to be in lazy mode but this scenario has been stuck in my head for too long not to write #It's three am so please excuse my bad errors

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kaitoukye · 3 years

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My DCMK Stories/Series

(Those that aren’t outright abandoned/or not something I like promoting that is)

Chicken Time

Stuck inside due to social distancing rules, at least Kaito and Saguru can message each other. The SaguKai pandemic texting fic.

Type: “Story”

Status: Complete at 32 mini chapters, 8444 words.

Rating(s): T, mostly for swearing and a bit of suggestive content but that is mostly kept to a minimum

Pairings: Heavily SaguKai, with minor hints of ShinRan and HeiShin.

Notes: A decent into madness as the pandemic starts picking at their braincells. Both share a single braincell by the end. Bonus story: Social Distancing Is No Joke

King Of Bones AU

Back in the late nineties, a boy and his parents went missing without a trace and nobody had seen them in the decades since. Saguru grew up hearing only brief mentions of his missing cousin, but it wasn't until after finishing high school and with a promising career ahead of him that his brother begged him to find the family.

Saguru brought along his four friends to their last known location in an attempt to find a lead to their disappearance. Only Keiko left the house alive.

After the takedown of the organization, Shinichi and Heiji founded their own detective agency. When they are approached by a distraught Keiko as a last resort two years after her friends' deaths, their skills as detectives are put to the test. Her case leads them to a house full of the illogical and unreasonable. Of magic and curses.In searching for the true fates of Saguru, Kaito, Aoko, and Akako, they find no monster is more terrifying than a monster that was once a human, yet is now only a snarling beast out for blood.

Type: Series

Status: In progress. First story complete at 10 chapters, 15,569 words but pending a rewrite.

Rating(s): G, T, and M, with a heavy leaning towards M for the story as a whole

Pairings: SaguKai, Heiji/Shinichi/Keiko, Snake/Falcon(OC)

Notes: Earns its M rating, contains many uncomfortable scenes and all tags should be read before reading.

Naming Games

With his former classmate now secretly living with him after a heist gone wrong and a new decrease in age, a new name was needed for him. But Kaito is getting really tired of being the only one making an effort to choose it.

Type: One-shot.

Status: Complete.

Rating(s): G

Pairings: None, but some decent Saguru and Kaito friendship.

Notes: A repost and light edit of a fic from 2016.

Stockholmes AU

Kaito’s life takes a turn for the worse years after taking down two criminal organizations. Taken hostage by a killer who seems to be far too familiar with him, he finds himself caught up in a conspiracy that spans decades. One that leads to him becoming Kaitou KID once again, only this time fighting with the power of Pandora instead of against it. Saguru meanwhile has been fighting off his morals and his very perception of the world as a killer for hire. Even becoming what he once hunted for pure curiosity's sake, he'll still fight against those worse than him without a second doubt.

But with a crisis of feelings and the animosity of the past causing them to lash out at each other in cruel and unusual ways, it's a long road before either is able to work with the other without strife.

Type: Series

Status: ????

Rating(s): M.

Pairings: SaguKai, but in a bitter exes way, and Heiji/Aoko.

Notes: This is a complicated fic. One moment they’ll be down to fuck, another moment they’ll be going through intense trauma. This is a very dirty fic without ever crossing the line into E. Tags should also be read as there is some triggering content mixed in among the completely bizarre humor of the series.

Family Or Faith

If Aoko hadn’t commented on his eyes, Saguru would have never gotten the DNA test. Now knowing he’s not actually a Hakuba, confronting his possible biological father is not a task he looks forward to, but he knows it has to be done.

Type: Series

Status: Just one story so far.

Rating(s): T for implied sexual content.

Pairings: Pre-SaguKai

Notes: The fic that started as a joke on how Saguru looked nothing like his alleged father and Nakamori could be his dad for all we knew, and now its a personal headcanon.

Worst In Me and Play With Fire

Two people were holding onto the Pandora gem when the comet passed and with immortality comes consequences and changes to the very soul.

Type: Two one-shots.

Status: Unknown

Rating(s): T for implied murder and violence.

Pairings: SaguKai

Notes: ‘Be Gay Do Crimes’ SaguKai edition.

Just Like Batman

Kaito accidentally becomes a Batman-like hero, complete with his own mismatched found family and a tragic rival in someone who could have been a friend.

Type: Series

Status: In Progress.

Rating(s): T for some violence.

Pairings: None at the moment.

Notes: Exactly what it says on the tin.

A Game Of Cat And Thief

Nakamori is tired of the freelance detectives at heists. Tom just saw the high paycheck and a paid vacation, and had no idea what he was walking into. Jerry meanwhile intends only to bring chaos and violate his house arrest.

Type: Story

Status: In progress

Rating(s): T for some violence.

Pairings: None aside from minor Tom/Jerry.

Notes: The Human Tom and Jerry and DCMK crossover nobody asked for.

History Repeats and If Today Was Your Last Day

The classic story of a teenager finding out their late father was an international thief and taking on the identity of Kaitou KID to find their father’s killers.

This wasn’t supposed to happen twice.

Now a father himself, Saguru knows that there is no reason for people to fight their parents' wars, and wishes not to arrest the new KID, but show how to properly solve Kaito's death instead.

Type: Muti-chapter story with bonus one-shot.

Status: In progress

Rating(s): T

Pairings: Saguru/Allie(OC), Heiji/Aoko

Flora

A collection of fics centered around Snake and other members of the organization looking for Pandora, portrayed separate to the Black Organization.

Type: Series

Status: In-progress

Rating(s): T to E

Pairings: Snake/Falcon

Notes: A more self-indulgent, adult series.

Heartless

Eight years after Kaito's unsolved murder, the world of phantom theives is in a much different state.

It's a now twenty-six year old Saguru behind the mask of Kaitou KID, using crime to track down clues to the death.

Meanwhile, the newest thief on the street, a second Nightmare, is Kenta Connery, sixteen year old orphan with a grudge against KID. They have a more in common goal than they realize at first. Instead pitted against each other, it's a battle of the century between thieves.

As usual when it comes to the current state of his life, Saguru is keen to blame Toichi for this.

Type: Story

Status: In-progress

Rating(s): T

Pairings: Saguru/Allie.

Notes: Unrelated to History Repeats despite also killing Kaito.

#detective conan #magic kaito #dcmk #dead dove do not eat #tw rape #swearing #all sorts of genres #character death #murder tw #pandemic mention #hakukai #sagukai

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purplellamanator · 4 years

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Hi! I saw your list and that make me so excited. My request is ShinRan for Arranged or Foreign Thank you

Thanks so much for the ask anon!! I really enjoyed doing this one. Of course it got a little out of hand cause I have no self control so it is extremely long! Further in the story you’ll probably notice I had the other language being spoken as Japanese. I am not fluent and my knowledge of the language is very slim! Anything in the story was translated from google translate which I know is not a good source but if you notice the mistakes, I do apologize! Feel free to correct me and I will try to edit it as I go. Also, I know I say it every time but I am so sorry for the wait. I work in a pharmacy so as you can probably guess, work has been crazy during all of this covid stuff! I hope everybody is being safe and healthy and that even if it is such a small thing, that I can provide some decent entertainment for someone that is stuck in quarantine! Be safe y’all! Arranged~ Person A is royalty and has to wed. They choose Person B, and B is not happy about it

Foreign~ Person A and B have been arranged to marry to keep peace between their lands. Too bad Person B can't understand a lick of what their fiancé has to say

oOo

"It's the law."

Shinichi rolled his eyes before petulantly saying, "I thought you always said my word was law."

The old man sputtered, having his words twisted around. Finally his adviser waggled a finger at him. "Your father will not be pleased by this, Shinichi-kun!"

"Is he ever?" Shinichi shrugged uncaringly and reaching his blowing point, the adviser stormed from the room, almost knocking into the head guard as he made his leave.

Staring at where the old man had made an angry exit and back to the Prince, Hattori chuckled. "I take it you're still looking for a bride," he called casually as he entered the dining hall.

Shinichi snorted before rolling his eyes. Not bothering to acknowledge the guard, he slammed his elbow on the table and braced his chin in his palm.

"You know the more difficult you be, the longer and more painful this process will be," his friend said in a sing song voice.

Huffing, he still refused to move from his position. "I could care less how long this takes. If they're worried about that, then they should call this whole thing off."

Hattori actually full on laughed at that. "Yeah, you know that's never going to happen," he said, his lips still twitching from trying to contain his giggles.

The Prince frowned. Of course he knew that but he could always hope.

"Come on," Hattori baited as he sat himself on the armrest of the chair the Prince sat in. "What was wrong with the last one? She was pretty... Well endowed," his friend wiggled his eyebrows as his gaze shot to his chest playfully.

His friend was joking. They both knew that there was no way he'd ever settle on Princess Momiji. So spoiled, and her voice grated on his nerves. She was pretty all right but she was too aware of that fact and when she realized her womanly wiles would not work on him- she had tried them on his guard.

She was not his worst option by any means. At least she was the same age. Shinichi was not really a vain person and looks were by no means what he based his decision on, but he had no desire to marry someone that could be his mother.

"You're being too picky, Shin-chan," his actual mother griped. "Maybe I'll just choose for you."

His eyes had gone panicked at the threat. He could just imagine her choice. Bubbly, full of energy, never a quiet moment. Someone that was exactly like her. And he would sooner throw himself off his balcony then be forced to share a bed with someone like that.

There was one thing he would agree on. Shinichi was being picky. He had met just about every Princess that was eligible for marriage. And not one of them were what he wanted. None of them were all the same either. Some of them wanting as much to do with him as he wanted them. Which meant not at all. Others were all over him and he knew he would never get a moment's peace.

One thing they all had in common though- their kingdoms. Each one of them had their own laws; their own norms they needed to abide to. But for the most part, they were pretty similar to his own kingdom's and Shinichi didn't understand the point of marrying one of them when they had nothing new to offer his people.

His kingdom was not struggling. His people were flourishing; the society thriving. Which was likely why he had so many offers. Because his kingdom had so much to offer while theirs had nothing but a dowry at best. And he had no need for that. He had plenty of money. He had plenty of land.

Shinichi didn't know how to explain that- or rather he did, and everybody just didn't understand. It was out of complete desperation that he had finally made his choice however. After being summoned by the King- his father, he knew he had taken too long. If he didn't have someone in mind, then a bride would be chosen for him.

But as he stood in his father's study- staring angrily at the desk his father sat before as he practically got reprimanded, his eyes focused on the map that lay sprawled out.

"How about the kingdom in the northern islands?" The thought had hit him as he continued staring at the map- the little cluster of land that was out in the middle of the ocean.

"Northern Isles?" The King furrowed his brows before noticing his son's gaze and following it.

Shinichi could understand his father's trepidation. The Kingdom of the Islands wasn't necessarily their enemy, but they also weren't their allies. After the Great War, and the threat of other more powerful kingdoms showed their colors, they had resorted themselves to complete isolation. That being said, it was a practically unknown kingdom- an entirely other world just to the north of them.

"Getting a response- let alone a positive one, is not likely," his father still appeared confused. "That and we don't even know if they have someone that is eligible for a union with you."

The King caved however. He would send a messenger with their offer. But Shinichi had already been warned.

"If this falls through- I am choosing for you."

The threat made Shinichi sweat. Not that he didn't trust the King. He trusted him more than the Queen. It was just the idea of his choice being stripped away from him.

The plans did not fall through. The response was not quick nor was it immediate, but they had indeed responded. The only thing was, the Princess would not be leaving the islands. Not until he came to visit and presented himself formally.

And got an approval.

As promised, the King left the decision up to his son. So Shinichi packed his bags.

oOo

Though many had traveled to his kingdom in hopes of having their daughter cross his eye, this would be the first he actually had to leave his own land as a possible suitor. Not that it was unusual. It was actually quite odd that he hadn't been doing it that way. But what was more unusual was the amount of effort he was putting in. The amount of effort he was putting in on trying to woo a woman he had never met let alone seen.

Well, some didn't understand but he knew the King was able to figure it out easily.

A foreign land. A foreign kingdom. Foreign Princess. There was so much to be gained from that. Knowledge wise anyway. And since he was confident his kingdom didn't lack anything else, that's all he wanted. He didn't even care to know what the Princess looked like.

And there was so much to learn about this place. The moment they were in what was considered their waters, Shinichi could already feel it from the way the humid air just lifted. The days that he was used to in his kingdom were hot ones and sometimes even the nights. The sun was always out and blazing while there was hardly ever a rainy day to cool it down.

Here, as their ships pulled even closer, a fog seemed to surround them. But the waters were calm and the mist, relaxing. Thankfully they had no issues docking even though the fog was not something they were used to though according to his escort, was very much the norm here.

Shinichi was fascinated either way. He took in the architecture of the buildings, the way people dressed, the way people looked in general. It was so different to his own land and people. He was thankful that if anything, no matter how this meeting went, at least he had seen a place so refreshingly new. Honestly, he envies what their palace looked like and was amazed of how open it was. There were no guards and practically no doors. The buildings for the most part were without windows and if they had them, they were open wide.

And he realized, there was no fear for safety here. Everybody was so open and trusting and though he got quite a few bizarre stares, nobody looked at him in any way short of polite. Shinichi was fully amazed.

But the most baffling thing yet- he needed a translator.

"The Princess can not speak in your tongue."

Shinichi almost couldn't believe his ears. He wanted foreign but maybe this was a little too much. . . How could he marry someone that he couldn't even speak to without someone else standing there to translate for them? Of course he knew that she'd have to learn his language but . . . could he really make that work. . ?

Still, he came all this way. He would meet her. It would be rude to make such a bold offer and to just leave without a word. Not to mention his father would be furious with him and also. . . be picking his future bride if he came back alone.

Shinichi shivered at the thought.

But upon introduction, the way his breath stuttered and how he could practically feel a nervous blush crawling up his neck, was humiliating. That and his instantaneous thought.

He could make this work.

"Her highness, Princess Ran."

The translator was who pulled him out of whatever reverie he had been trapped in and hurriedly, he snapped his mouth shut after having realized it was slightly agape. Stumbling over himself, he quickly bowed his head forward in respect as well as gave a greeting that he could briefly hear being translated to both monarchs.

It was at the quick quip that the Princess replied back that had him looking up slightly from his still bowing position. Of course he didn't understand a word she said but from her tone. . . he could guess. Still, he found himself looking to the translator expectantly.

The man cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh. . The Princess welcomes you and your guests. Says she prays you had a safe journey." His eyes were not meeting the Prince's as he spoke.

Yeah- that was definitely not what she said . . . Even now, she was glaring at him with such discontent till finally as if getting sick of looking at him, she looked away, turning her nose up.

Figures. The one Princess he thought he could actually tolerate and she wanted nothing to do with him.

oOo

After their initial meeting and at the refusal of his escort to translate anything the Princess actually said, dinner was a . . tense affair. The King and his wife were welcoming enough. Albeit they obviously didn't trust his intentions quite yet but they hadn't showed any outward malice like their daughter had. It also probably didn't help his image in their eyes if the Princess couldn't even bare to say something the slightest bit kind to him.

Even though it would all have to be said through his escort, Shinichi tried to begin any conversation with her. And each time the translator would look at him almost tired, as if asking if Shinichi were really going to make him try to talk to her again. Shinichi couldn't very well respond properly if he didn't know what she was actually saying to him. It was clear she didn't think highly of him and that the escort was merely trying to keep them cordial. He knew they were aware of how influential his kingdom was and it was clear he didn't want their Princess to risk making him angry with her disrespect. But he couldn't fix what he didn't know.

It was exhausting. And the language barrier was making it all the more frustrating. He was a full day in and had somehow angered the very woman he had basically already proposed to. Shinichi wanted to yell at the escort to cut the formalities- to just tell him what the Princess was saying. Before he could have the chance though, she was already spouting words that sounded as aggravated as she looked. The King responded in kind with the same amount of annoyance but this time, directed at his daughter.

Shinichi could only watch, lost.

The translator gave another uncomfortable cough. "The Princess is not feeling well. She apologizes, but she'd like to take her leave."

Shinichi was pretty sure she wasn't sorry at all but still, he nodded his head slowly while looking at her. "I hope she feels better."

If possible, she seemed even more angry with his response and in a huff, she was spinning out of her chair and exiting the dining hall.

Not long after that, they all excused themselves. Of course his escort showed him to his room. But Shinichi couldn't help but want to wander- though at the moment it may not of been a good idea. He was in foreign lands as it was and already things were tense between him and the Princess. He didn't want to aggravate the situation even more by offending their hospitality- though he'd say what the Princess showed him could hardly be called that.

That line of thinking lasted till he woke up early morning. He was usually a late sleeper but he figured due to the unknown environment, his body woke him up sooner than usual. And he sat in his designated room for about thirty minutes before he concluded that this wasn't going to work.

The Princess already showed she held no interest in his proposal- which was disappointing but there was nothing he could do to change that. The woman wouldn't even look at him unless she had to. So Shinichi figured he'd soak up this opportunity as much as possible for as long as he could. He was only invited to be here for a week, which would shorten if they gave him a response to his proposal earlier. He already had a feeling he'd be turned away so there was no use on dwelling about it or worrying if he'd upset her further. This was a new place for him- a new Kingdom. They spoke another language, held different customs. He would experience everything within his reach before he was forced to leave.

He was up, dressed, and wandering the palace halls in no time.

Again, he couldn't help but be struck by the beauty that went into the kingdom itself. Natural light flooded their halls but the fact there were no windows allowed the cool breeze from outside to flow through easily. Shinichi couldn't believe how . . . open everything was. Had they never had to deal with a threat before? To not even have guards walking around the halls- it amazed as well as reassured him. It was nice for once not to have someone breathing down his neck constantly.

This all was almost like a vacation. A vacation to get him a wife . . . but still-a vacation! He hadn't had one of those in . . well ever. The past few years had been his parents scrambling to get him engaged. As the days passed on, the scrambling got more hectic when they realized he was not making it easy.

But here, it was so open. For once he could experience a nice, sunny day without it being unbearably hot outside. And he had hardly got to experience the town when he arrived. He had been hurriedly rushed to the Palace but that was mostly by his guards wanting to get him somewhere secure. Now that no one was there however, he wondered to one of the larger windows.

He was not insane enough to take a leap from this high up but from this vantage point he could at least look upon what he had walked right by. And it was. . tiny. Not tiny in a bad way but compared to where he lived, the town was so small and quiet. And underdeveloped. But again- that wasn't in a bad way. It was fitting to the kingdom he was standing in. There were more trees and it was all colorful. There were even more animals which had him surprised. Again, his town was too large and noisy for anything to want to come close. And that was if he could ever see over the giant stone wall that served as a barrier between him and his people.

There was no barrier here. And he envied that.

Wind brushing his hair, the tree that was just beside the window finally caught his eye. Like everything else that was outside, it was so bright and full of color. It was filled with vibrant purple flowers that he definitely had never seen before. They were . . breathtaking. And he had never been one to care about such things but even he found his hand reaching out.

He wanted to take one. See if he could possibly press it into his journal to take back home. He had never seen any flower with such bright petals and he was curious if someone at home would be able to identify it for him. Someone he could ask without the use of that terrible translator.

Suddenly someone was yelling out. And from the way he was all alone, he could only assume it was directed at him. Before he could even look over though, his hand that had been leaning forward was roughly slapped and had him stumbling back in shock. Hand ringing from the sharp sting, it was probably funny how he stared at it- eyes wide and blinking.

No one had ever raised a hand to him.

Staring intently where he had been hit, he saw that it was already turning a scorching red and swelling. It honestly hadn't hurt. It was just startling. And finally looking at just who had hit him, he was even more stunned.

"Sorera ni furenaide kudasai!"

The Princess. She was yelling at him looking absolutely furious to the point tears were brimming her eyes. She was angry and that was all he could understand because he still couldn't speak her damn language. For her to slap him though he must've been about to do something awful.

Rubbing his sore hand, he glanced back at the flower he had been about to pluck and realized he had probably greatly offended her. Shinichi had been to other kingdoms where it was forbidden to remove anything from their land- places where they worshiped the actual ground they stood on and it was a crime to simply pull a flower off its branch. Foolishly he thought he'd been alone but he should've known that in a palace, there were eyes everywhere.

When he started rubbing the red flesh attempting to sooth away the sting she gave him, that must've been when she realized what she had done. Even for her it was wildishly outlandish of her to be so forward enough to hit him.

Her violet eyes got huge and she looked almost frightened. He noticed her swallow hard as if gulping before all he could see was the crown of her head, her pretty brunette hair sliding down her shoulders to hang low.

She was bowing. And saying the same thing over and over repeatedly.

"Gomen nasai! Gomen nasai! Gomen nasai!"

She was apologizing for hitting him. He didn't need to know exactly what she was saying to get that much. But honestly, he didn't even care that she did. His first instinct had told him he was the that should kneel and grovel. He was the one that was wondering around a foreign palace as a guest and with no regard to their laws or customs. Watching her panic though, he could only freeze up. He had not been expecting her to say sorry. She wasn't stopping though and it was beginning to make him uncomfortable.

"Uh. . R-Ran-?" Shinichi asked uneasily to get her attention. He did not know anything about her kingdom or their titles but he was sure if he used his own from his home she would've been confused. But he cut himself off when he realized that calling her by her first name alone definitely would've been offensive. That and her name sounded so odd on his tongue. Even with it not being his own language, he knew he sounded every bit the foreigner when he just said her name alone. It probably sounded as awkward as it felt for him to say it.

At his nervous call though, she definitely detected her name somewhere in there because she straightened abruptly to look at him with a red face.

"Don't apologize. I'm sorry," he said belatedly forgetting that she couldn't understand a word he said. When he could practically see the question mark on her face, he looked back at the flower pointedly before pressing his palms together in front of his face as if praying. "I'm sorry." He said that three times as she had done to hopefully get the meaning across as well as he bowed his head slightly.

When he finally looked her in the eye again, she was watching him intently; curiously. She was thinking about something, probably a way to speak where he could actually get what she was saying. She looked both troubled and frustrated that she couldn't properly communicate with him. To make it easier on him, he pointed back to the flower and everything else that was within his reach.

"I won't touch anything," he said firmly as he held his hands up in a defensive gesture. He assumed that's what she had been trying to tell him. That he was not allowed to touch anything that wasn't explicitly handed to him. But when she frowned he got the feeling he was wrong that or he had completely lost her.

Softly she said something, that of course, he could not understand. Her pointing finger at the flower he had just been about to touch gave him a clue though. That as well as why she actually stopped him earlier when she was taking that same pointing finger and dragging it across her neck in a straight horizontal line.

"Shi."

The very obvious and universal symbol for dead.

His eyes widened a bit at she continued to speak. If he hadn't just had the sudden realization he almost died from touching a flower, he would've found it amusing that her tone seemed kind of slow. As if not talking as fast would still help him comprehend another language. But again, he could guess. She was probably explaining what the flower was and how it would've killed him.

It made him frown because he really was curious. He would have to ask once she learned English. That and why did they have a flower that was so deadly, practically inside their palace walls where anybody could make his mistake.

Realizing his mind had already assumed and gotten used to the idea of her leaving with him to his home made him want to slap himself. There was no confirmation yet. If anything he'd probably get the opposite. It was hard not to think that though when she was looking at him for the first time without any malice or disdain. Sure it took him almost dying to get that, but at least it meant she didn't truly hate him. If anything she looked concerned.

That was when he realized her earlier expression of what he thought had been anger hadn't been that at all. It was similar to the one she was staring at him with now. It was panic- worry. Panic that he was that dumb and worried he almost touched a deadly plant. He almost died and wondered what his face looked like as he came to that conclusion.

He really wouldn't touch anything after this.

The Princess seemed to have other ideas. Suddenly she started speaking again and pointing out the window. The blank expression he gave her hopefully showed that he didn't understand but just in case he was sure to tell her that.

Looking outside where she was pointing, he looked back at her drawing a total blank. "I don't understand," he shook his head while shrugging. Hopefully they would be able to communicate through these small gestures. She'd have no way of knowing what he really said but she'd at least be able to guess.

Ran only grinned, probably expecting that. Alarming him, with a soft hand, she gently grabbed his own. His face immediately got a small blush but as he looked at her in shock he realized it wasn't nearly as crimson as her own. By the way it kept getting darker, he knew she was aware that he was watching her intently. She wouldn't look at him though and simply pulled him forward. Her tug wasn't forceful or hard though as her significantly tinier fingers latched onto his palm.

If he had been paying attention to anything but her pretty face, he would've noticed what she was doing a lot sooner. It wasn't till his fingers were brushing against something light and smooth that he looked away.

She had placed his palm on another plant. It was attached to some vines that seemed to coil around the window. This one looked simpler and not nearly as intriguing as the deathly one he had been about to grab, but it was something new all the same and was still able to fascinate him. But when she started rubbing his hand into the petals and in doing so rubbing her hand against his- he recoiled and snapped his hand out from under hers.

Face scorching, it was his turn to swallow in nervousness as he took a small step back. Though he knew she would not understand, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?" He didn't know if it was good or bad that she only stared up at him with the most innocent look. It was clear she didn't get why he pulled away. Was that normal to . . . touch people . . like that. . . ?

But then she was laughing and pressing her own palm into the leaves, rubbing her fingers delicately over the petals. When she was done, she stepped forward till she was almost chest to chest with him. Her proximity was starting to make him anxious again but she didn't seem to be as affected. Before he could attempt to move back, she was holding her hands up to him, palms facing upward.

Confused, he didn't really know what to do. Was she asking him to kiss her hand like that snob Princess Momiji? But then she was shoving her fingers forward, as if telling him to hurry up. She kept nudging her head giving him the go ahead sign but it was only when her palm was just under his nose that he understood.

Forgetting his nervousness for a moment, he leaned down slightly towards her awaiting hands. Curiously, he sniffed the tops of her fingers.

His eyes shot open.

"Vanilla?" He questioned completely surprised and also completely forgetting she probably wouldn't understand.

But surprising him, she nodded her head happily. "Banira!" She had a happy smile spread across her face.

Well at least they both understood one word.

Proving his earlier assumptions wrong though, not wasting a second she broke the flower from its tangled vine and held it out to him expectantly. Since he had been thinking it was a crime for him to take such a thing, he only stared at it suspiciously. But her hand shoving closer to him forced him to grab it.

She must've realized he wanted to take one. Twirling the flower by the stem, he looked at it before flicking his gaze back to her. "It's pretty," he complimented to the gift she gave him.

The Princess's head was tilting to the side again in her confusion. "P-pretty. . . ?" Her voice stumbled over the word uncomfortably; her accent twisting it cutely.

Shinichi nodded before nudging his head at her. "Pretty," he said addressing her like an example of the meaning before looking at the flower again. "Pretty," he repeated.

She wasn't getting it. Her brows scrunched as a small frown turned down her lips. But as far as he was concerned it wasn't important to address any of that. Especially if it would be embarrassing for him the moment she did understand. Instead he thanked her for her gift, sticking to his charades to hopefully get their meaning across.

oOo

After his brief and almost fatal exploration, she was kind and escorted him to the dining hall where they could be served breakfast. The moment he was in sight, the translator had been attached to him, almost panicking and wondering where he had been for the entire morning.

Shinichi was never one to lie. He was upfront and explained that he had walked around. Of course he left out the part where the Princess slapped him and just . . . the Princess in general. When they had started talking, he hadn't even been thinking.

It was incredibly offensive to just be walking around alone with a Princess- especially one you had proposed to. They were both unaccompanied and since he didn't know their customs very well, it would probably be best to assume that that was the same no matter what kingdom he journeyed to. As way of excuse for walking in with her, he explained that they had run into each other just outside the door. The translator didn't seem to care to question it and wanting to get further away from the topic, he asked to be shown a tour.

His escort knew a lot, Shinichi could tell. But the man mostly seemed focused on explaining their laws. Some of their customs were bizarre. They had . . female guards. It wasn't unheard of for a woman to want to become a knight in his kingdom but it seldom ever happened. They didn't grow up with the same league and in most cases, fell behind and became outclassed. Here, it seemed it may have almost been the opposite.

"The Princess took some lessons herself," the translator boasted proudly and Shinichi's brows raised further. It was odd enough for a woman to do such things but a Princess? But now that the topic had reverted to Ran, he became curious.

"Princess Ran," he started slowly while looking at his feet as he trailed along beside his escort. "Why does she dislike me so much?" He knew it was bold of him to ask such a question so outright but he didn't know how else to get a straight answer. The Princess herself would probably tell him if she could but with their language barrier that obviously wasn't a possibility.

Like he knew it would, the subject made the translator uncomfortable. He did not want to address this topic and Shinichi was pretty sure it was because he didn't want to upset nor offend another monarch from another kingdom. The Prince didn't say anything however and simply waited for a response.

When he thought he wouldn't be getting an answer and that the translator looked like he wanted to claim he himself couldn't understand, the man sighed in defeat. "She doesn't like how . . . popular you are," his escort said a little unsurely.

Shinichi's brows raised. That had not been what he was expecting and he was honestly confused by the response. They were royalty. Weren't they all popular in their own right?

The translator winced. "That wasn't the best way to say that. You must understand your language is not my first," he apologized. "It's not you necessarily that she doesn't like. It's what your kingdom represents."

He still wasn't following. His face must've shown that because the older man looked troubled trying to think of the vocabulary to get his point across.

"Your kingdom is known far and wide, Prince. Even in our isolated state we knew of you. Her being an eligible maiden, our King was also aware you were looking for a bride."

"So she does not want to be married . . . ?" Shinichi questioned doing his best to understand.

"The Princess does not want to change," the man clarified. "She knows that if she were to marry you, she would have to leave with you; not meaning just her home. She would have to abandon her customs, her laws- her language."

Suddenly it all made sense to him. And all at once he felt like a jerk. But at the same time, he also felt like he was extremely misunderstood. He had no intention of forcing her to conform. He had no desire to change her. Yes, if they were to be wed, she'd have to learn the language of his home. But that didn't mean he wanted to completely eradicate her own. Because if they were married, it would no longer be just his home or her home. It would be their home.

Maybe his intentions hadn't been clear enough.

When he happened to find her alone again, he came at her like an explosion.

"I don't want you to change!" His voice was raised and he probably looked angry. It wasn't at all surprising that she took a step back. He was probably scaring her. But he took the same step forward and noticing she had a book in her hands, he pulled it from her without even thinking.

She gave a startled gasp but did not fight him. Again, she looked like she wanted to put some distance between them. But he wouldn't allow her to. Much like she had done to him yesterday, he snatched her hand into his own and tugged her closer.

He wasn't thinking clearly. If he had been he would’ve stopped the moment he heard her small yelp but he just wanted her to understand him. She thought wrongly of him and he wanted to correct that image of him. He wanted to change the incorrect assumptions she created about him.

Taking her palm that was latched in his own, he forced her fingers onto the page that was wide open; the page she had been reading before he rudely bombarded her. "Teach me," he said completely serious, his eyes staring into hers intently. "I want to learn."

He knew she was probably still freaked out and had no idea what he was saying. She probably thought he was losing his mind, which he very well might be. He just snatched a book she had been reading and started yelling at her in a language she could not understand.

But when she finally glanced up to meet his gaze, his breath hitched. She had been staring bizarrely at where he had forced her hand, but once she was looking at him directly, she didn't look frightened anymore. She looked incredulous and still a little unsure.

"Your language," he reiterated slowly while also pantomiming and gesturing to the writing that was very clearly in a language he could not discern- her language. Then he was pointing at his chest that was heaving from how worked up he had gotten. "I want to learn."

#dcmk #shinran #dcmk fanfic #shinichi kudo #ran mouri #fanfic #fanfiction #asks #drabble #requests #shinran fanfic

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detectiveran · 4 years

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Please write a lemon-y ShinRan! 💛 I have read all of your lemons in FFNet and I'm craving for more!

I can do quasi-lemon. Full on isn’t my forte, I’m sorry, anon.

Sexual attraction wasn’t new to either Ran or Shinichi. While Ran was better at hiding her reactions, Shinichi particularly didn’t care for it. He was with the girl that he had always dreamed about and being in a relationship meant that some of the boundaries they had were slowly dissolving. They were still careful though. They were good at talking to each other. The only time he did fail was when the whole Conan fiasco happened, though to his credit he did try to tell her the truth many times but after being warned multiple times by multiple people how the Organization would hunt down anyone who they thought was associated with those who escaped them, Shinichi had taken up to lying to Ran, which he never had done.

It truly pained him to lie to Ran but for her safety, he was willing to take on anything, even Ran’s hatred. It would mean that she was alive, at least. Thankfully, Ran understood his point of view, albeit after fights and silent treatments and avoidance. Shinichi was just glad that Ran was alive to fight with him, the rest was background noise as far as he was concerned. He had faith in his relationship with Ran, he knew that they would be alright. And if Ran was reluctant to talk to him, he would give her space and let her come to him. They had been friends for far too long to let his fuck up created by fear ruin them.

Once they had a proper talk, with both of them laying out everything in the open, things had been hazy between them. They were is a relationship prior to Conan reveal, but now were they still in a relationship? Did Ran still feel the same? Did she love him but was hesitant to be with him? Shinichi didn’t dare ask at first. He was just happy that Ran was beside him but slowly it started to chew at him.

Things between them were going well, too well if he were to be asked. Ran would happily chat with him, visit places with him whenever he asked, would come to his house whenever he asked. Things she used to do before he turned into Conan. It was almost like they were back to being friends. But they weren’t friends, dammit. He loved her. And he knew Ran loved him. They had sorted everything out. So, why didn’t they do all the things other couples did?

So with that burning question on the tip of his tongue, he confronted Ran on the Detective Agency’s doorstep, who promptly turned red and answered his question, “I- I didn’t think you’d be interested. I mean, you stayed with us as Conan for so long. I thought that you’d be-you know- tired of being together or something...” She trailed off when she saw Shinichi’s blank expression.

Girls were stupid, in Shinichi’s humble opinion. He crouched a little to stare at Ran’s red face and looked into her eyes, a plethora of things he wanted to say but for some reason, he couldn’t form a single sentence. Well, it wasn’t ‘some reason’. It was Ran. She looked so beautiful, with her blue eyes widened with hope, her lips parted and blush on her cheeks.

Everything blurred around him, his heart beating a symphony, time seemed to slow down while their faces got closer but before their lips could meet, he looked up to her eyes in a quick glance, wanting to confirm it was what she wanted. When Ran closed her eyes and leaned in, Shinichi was done for. The moment their lips touched, his shoulders relaxed. His hand came up to cup her chin and Ran tilted her head to deepen the kiss. His mind was empty, too overcome with sensory overload. He loved the way she smelled, loved the way she tasted, he knew that he would never get enough of kissing her.

Ran needed to catch her breath, so she leaned back a little, too dazed to comprehend anything but the moment she moved away, Shinichi’s lips followed hers and not even a second later, they were back to kissing. Neither of them noticed when they moved but once Ran’s back hit the door and she had something to support her back, she snaked her hand into Shinichi’s hair and tugged. He bucked and groaned, a shiver running up his spine and Ran had never felt more powerful.

Feeling bold, she nipped his bottom lip and Shinichi gasped and she took this opportunity to brush her tongue against his lips. Shinichi leaned his bead back a little and closed his eyes, wanting to grab his bearings. This girl was making him lose his mind. He didn’t plan to take it this far. He just wanted to say that he loved her and wanted to be in a relationship. He wasn’t complaining though, as far as he was concerned, kissing Ran was going to be on top of the list of his favorite things to do.

With the intention of confirming their relationship status, he opened his eyes, only to be met with Ran’s hooded ones. His legs felt weak, and he let his head fall on the crook of her shoulders, his hands travelling from her neck to her waist. He breathed her in, which was a huge mistake in hindsight. He wanted to calm down, not get himself turned on. So, when he heard Kogorou’s heavy footsteps, he pushed himself away from Ran, who was still looking at him hazily.

Shinichi groaned to himself, this relationship was going to kill him.

Thankfully, before Ran could do anything, Kogorou’s grumblings started and both of them, meaning Ran, were aware that they weren’t alone. Shinichi stepped back, not wanting her father to notice that something was amiss. He wasn’t exactly in Kogorou’s buddies list, especially after he came to know that Shinichi had been living as Conan with them.

“Hello-” he cleared his throat, noticing how hoarse his voice had become, “Hello, Mouri-tantei.”

Kogorou harrumphed in response, blindly going inside, to grab a can of beer. When silence met his ears, he looked up to notice his daughter being fidgety. He narrowed his eyes. By now, Ran would surely have started to berate him for drinking in the afternoon. But the way she was standing and sneaking glances at the detective boy, he knew something was amiss. What was worse was how the boy was reacting. He was blatantly staring at his daughter with stars in his eyes. He looked between the two of them and how they were standing with two feet distance between them. He knew that distance. He and Eri had done this multiple times when they were young.

And he would be damned if the detective boy was going to lay his hands on his daughter.

But as were creative teenagers were inclined to, Shinichi and Ran found time to sneak in kisses whenever they could. Slowly, things started to heat up between them. Their touches lingering longer than they used to, hands looking for unexplored places. They stayed above clothes though. Neither of them were ready to take in the plunge of going under clothes. Well, they wanted to but nervousness got the better of them.

Gradually, that barrier lifted up. Wandering hands weren’t enough. Shinichi wanted to feel Ran’s skin under his fingertips and so did Ran. Shinichi’s house had become their place but they didn’t dare to touch any beds. Who knew how far they would go if that temptation was presented before them. They stayed on the couch, knowing it was the lesser of two evils. With his heart thundering in his ears, his tongue in her mouth and his hand quivering, he let them slide inside Ran’s shirt.

The moment his slightly cooler finger tips touched Ran’s overheated skin, they groaned, shivers running down their spine. His knee separated her legs and he circled them around his waist. Ran broke away from the kiss, gasping for breath and Shinichi took the opportunity to trail kisses down her neck. Ran whined, wanting to feel his skin too and pushed herself up, tugging at his shirt. Shinichi understood what she wanted and helped her in taking his shirt off.

Ran was in awe while she looked at Shinichi’s bare chest. She always knew he was toned, having practiced football for years and keeping himself in shape but she didn’t know he was this... this beautiful. Before she could stop himself, her hands glided up his naked chest and Shinichi’s lips descended on hers. His hands tugging on her shirt now, asking whether it was alright for him to take her shirt off. Ran leaned back a bit and took her top off, letting her hair fall around her face. As much as she wanted this, she was embarrassed too.

“It’s good you’re wearing a sturdy bra,” he blurted out. Ran quickly looked up at Shinichi, noticing how red his face looked and let out a slightly giddy laugh. So, he remembered that phone conversation they had about bras. Shinichi relaxed as well, happy that she wasn’t hiding her face anymore.

“Yeah, well, someone seemed very concerned about them, so I decided to take good care of my breasts,” Ran joked and Shinichi felt his face burst into flames. Why were they talking about her breasts when they were both shirtless? Didn’t they need to get back to more touching?

“Yeah, yeah. Be thankful they look as amazing as they do right now.” No! What was he doing! He was making this situation even weirder. He wished someone would shut his mouth up. Oh! He should have just kissed her, instead of letting his mouth form words. That would have definitely been better but he didn’t want to make feel Ran uncomfortable. And now they were talking about her breasts, instead of him touching them. Sometimes he could be such a moron.

“Why, thank you,” she said with a cheeky smile on her face. “Would you like to touch them or just talk about them?”

#anon #writing request #dcmk #detective conan #shinran #shinichi kudou #ran mouri #shinichi kudo #ran mori #my writing #is this good enough or nah?#like is it slightly lemony #bish i dun even know #hope you like it tho anon

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shinranweek · 3 years

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🌸 ShinRan Week 2021 Prompts 🌸

Thank you so much for all your wonderful suggestions! After taking them into account, we are happy to present you the prompts for ShinRan Week 2021!

Day 1: Childhood & First Meetings Day 2: Seasons & Long Distance Day 3: Fairytales & Black Knight and Princess Day 4: Time Travel & Missing Scenes Day 5: Antagonists & Power Duo Day 6: Domestic & Wedding Day 7: Outsider POV & Creator’s Choice

Prompt descriptions are under the cut!

❧ DAY 1

Childhood Growing up can be a pain. Growing up can be sweet. Growing up together is irreplaceable. From nighttime adventures to study sessions, let’s get a glimpse of Shinichi and Ran’s pre-canon life!

First Meetings First meetings often create lasting impressions, from our couple’s Sakura class encounter to their brush with the Akai family. What happened when young Shinichi first met Eri? When Ran met Agasa? What if they hadn’t known each other all their lives? What would that meeting look like?

❧ DAY 2

Seasons Winter skating, spring cherry blossoms. Fireflies and festivals in the summer, changing colors in the fall. Ran and Shinichi, year-round. (—And if you don’t want that “season”, you can always give it another meaning.)

Long Distance Out of sight, never out of mind. For two yearning souls, distance is nothing and everything at once. The joy and ache of minute-long phone calls? The suffering of waiting? The fear that absence will make the heart grow colder? The much-awaited reunion? Ran did say, “I don't mind waiting for people. Because the longer you wait, when you do meet... You'll be happier.”

❧ DAY 3

Fairytales Are they the doomed lovers of Tanabata reincarnated and given another chance? Does Ran pull a Janet and hold on to Shinichi through hell and high water? Is Shinichi a sulky sultan and Ran his Scheherazade? Does Shinichi turn into a pumpkin at the stroke of midnight? A brand-new story featuring a prince and a princess? Let fairytales of all kinds inspire your ShinRan imagination!

Black Knight and Princess We saw them as the Black Knight and Princess in the school play, and we want more. What was going through Ran’s head when Shinichi broke from the script? What would a Black Knight alternate universe look like? One more thing: We all want to see what would have happened if they hadn’t been interrupted.

❧ DAY 4

Time Travel Time is but a concept, especially in Shinichi and Ran’s universe. Shinichi and Ran blasting to the past or traveling ten years into the future? One or both having the power to rewind ten seconds back and evade danger? Want to do a piece inspired by feudal Japan or Prohibition America? This is the prompt for you.

Missing Scenes Can’t stop thinking about That One Scene in the manga/anime that was not within aired material? Like Shinigami Shinichi bandaging Ran’s wounds in the Murderer, Kudou Shinichi Arc? Or the conversation between Shinichi and Sonoko before he ended up in the Black Knight costume in Desperate Revival Arc? Or Shinichi’s internal monologue while he puts a blanket over Ran and eats her chocolate in the Truth Behind Valentine’s Case? Go ahead and bring these missing scenes to life!

❧ DAY 5

Antagonists Shinichi and Ran are Holmes and Moriarty. An FBI agent and a Black Org operative. Academic rivals. Opposing business owners. A “good” angel and a fallen one. Petty people who simply cannot get along. Whatever the case, sparks fly.

Power Duo Strong individually, stronger together. What is the result when you pair a brainy soccer-ball-kicking detective with a sweet-but-deadly karate queen? Answer: A badass power couple saving (or wrecking?) the day — and each other — together. (Battle Couple, Partners in Crime, Bodyguard and Celebrity, Girlboss and Malewife… yeah, we know you want these.)

❧ DAY 6

Domestic All we ever wanted is to see these two living their everyday lives in peace and bliss— baking sweets, cleaning the house, sharing a bed, grocery shopping, adopting a pet, planning a date, all of those. Oh, and engaged or married life. That, too.

Wedding It all boils down to this. Will Shinichi cry once he sees Ran walking down the aisle? What songs are played in the reception? Are they attending a friend’s wedding? Do they catch the bouquet and garter? What happens on the Big Day? On the Big Night?

❧ DAY 7

Outsider POV You are Sonoko. Yukiko. Kogoro. Eisuke. Heiji. Kazuha. Satou-keiji. Someone. Anyone. A complete stranger. People ask you about Shinichi and Ran. What do you tell them?

Creator’s Choice Have a ShinRan creation in mind but can’t quite fit in any of the prompts? Now is your chance to share it!

In the end, these are all just examples to keep your gears churning. You are definitely free to think outside the box, content creator! ;)

#fandom events #detective conan #detective conan events #shinran #kudou shinichi #mouri ran #shinichi x ran #shinranweek2021 #prompts list #announcement

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detshin · 3 years

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How about your top 5 underrated duo or dynamics in dmck?

AOHHHHH SHIT. Okay, right off the bat, I love this ask, so I’m going to write a lot, excuse me lmao.

Let me preface this by warning you that all of these revolve around my favourite characters, so I’m SURE that there’s more dynamics that would be great to get a look at, but the rules are the rules so let’s keep it at 5. Okay, here we go:

1. Shinichi and Sonoko. DUDE. I JUST- LOVE THEM??? I can’t explain. I’m sad that there isn’t much about them on their own. They feel like a powerful and sassy duo, you know? Both have much more in common than what it looks like at first or than they are willing to admit, and they also care about the other A LOT and want the other to be happy. I posted a couple of analysis or asks before so if you go through the tags I’m sure you can find a lot on these two. I just think they’re really neat. They’re sassy, salty, protective of Ran, got money, I can honestly see them roasting or talking trash about people... they’re very VERY FUN.

2. Heiji and Ran. What can I say? I’m a slut for my favourite characters. The relationship between these two is something that we got a couple of glances at. We know they sometimes dress similarly, that they both care incredibly for Shinichi, that Heiji thinks Ran should know Shinichi’s secret, that Ran knows Heiji loves Kazuha very dearly... they just feel like very good and nice friends to each other. I want more of them together, working together, interacting. They are VERY cute.

3. Takagi and Shinichi. People, the elevator scene with Conan and Takagi on the verge of death remains... ICONIC. I don’t even have words to explain how much I love that interaction between the two of them. I think I’ve spoken about these two before here, but let me reiterate, I hope Takagi gets to know Conan is Shinichi, if that was not foreshadowing I will be DEEPLY dissappointed. And one more thing, I might have mentioned this as well but- Takagi and Shinichi really could be the new Megure and Yusaku. They will work together and become great friends. Shinichi will babysit TakaSato’s baby,... it’s just wholesome here.

4. Ran and Makoto. I know, pretty random, huh? But let me tell you, these two are BABEY, okay? Shinran and Makosono are somewhat inversed parallels of each other. On the one hand we have Shinichi and Sonoko, with they attitude, their confidence, their willingness to speak their minds no matter what. And then we have Ran and Makoto... let me reiterate, they are babey. They are so strong, physically and mentally, they are so sweet, so wholesome, so hot. I feel like as they hang out more and more (because they will, you know this four will constantly go on double dates), they will become good friends. Truly a POWER DUO.

5. Kogoro and Shinichi. I love them. I love their interactions. I love how much they’ve grown to actually respect and care about the other. I can’t wait to see the moment Kogoro finally knows the truth so they can work things out and talk. Shinichi owes him a big apology too, and I want to see it. I have hopes that they’ll keep working together on cases from time to time, maybe Shinichi will stop by to see him (and not run away from him because he’s scared like most interpret him to do once he comes back), and maybe Kogoro will keep on calling him brat sometimes, but Shinichi will slip up and call him “uncle” instead,... I just have a lot of feelings about these two. /sobs/

Anyway, I’ll stop now. But thank you so much for this ask it was great!

#ask me!#dcmk

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scritch-scratches · 3 years

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Hi! I have questions about Dominoes, if you're comfortable with them. 1. Has your opinion and perspective on your plot outline and characters changed at all since you began writing them? 2. What was the most fun/interesting part about designing Dominoes' world and characters? 3. Have there been any reader feedback and/or reactions that surprised you as the project's come along?

1. Has your opinion and perspective on your plot outline and characters changed at all since you began writing them?

This is something I’ve given a lot of thought to myself!

While Part 1 has stuck to its emotional plot points really well, it is completely different from what I originally outlined. Some of the original scenes I wrote made it in, such as Ran’s encounter with KID, Kaito tackling Shinichi of the rooftop, the ShinRan breakup, but many, many others were cut. I still have a bunch of them in the original draft of Dominoes. Part 1 was originally going to have three completely separate plot lines: the bomb, KID, and the BO. But once it started dawning on me how massive this project was becoming, I knew I had to streamline it and get the plot lines to converge and work together. I’m pretty pleased with the result, because I feel like the resulting plot line is much more complex and less cliche than any of the originals. It was a lot of work, and really frustrating at times, but I think it worked out.

My perspective of Part 1 has really changed; setting out, I knew I was challenging myself with this sort of teen drama set up, which really isn’t my thing, and I kind of wasn’t looking forward to it. Part 1 was a means to an end, something I had to get through to tell Part 2 and 3, the stories I really wanted to tell. But everyone’s reactions have really changed my viewpoint, so much so that now I’m worried that part 2 and part 3 won’t appeal to the same audience that part 1 gripped, because they’re quite a bit different. Nevertheless, I decided a while ago that I wanted to stay true to the story I set out to write all those years ago, so regardless of reception, I’m going to power through.

2. What was the most fun/interesting part about designing Dominoes' world and characters?

I love brainstorming powers and codenames for all the characters—I spend ages lovingly agonizing over them! I have a whole google doc just for a breakdown of each of the characters’ abilities and affiliations.

But the most interesting part for me is thinking about how I can turn canon on its head. Dominoes started with a few vague questions I have had a lot of fun answering:

What if, instead of Shinichi keeping secrets from everyone, everyone was keeping secrets for him?

What would Kaito do if Toichi was killed by law enforcement, not criminals?

What if there is a reason all these murders happen?

What if Aoko finds out, and doesn’t forgive?

What if there was a problem that the infallible Yuusaku couldn’t solve? Something that no matter what he did, the answer he came to was wrong?

Plus several more that are a bit too spoilery to be discussed at this time.

I also love coming up with the story’s twists and turns. There’s nothing quite like being struck with an idea you know is going to blow away the reader, it always makes me full-on villain cackle.

3. Have there been any reader feedback and/or reactions that surprised you as the project's come along?

Just about all reader’s reactions have caught me by surprise in some form or another—I never expected the sort of emotional investment readers have poured into the story. Going in, I very much wanted to try my hand at fiction sensationalism; I wanted to write the sort of dramatic teenage soap opera that was so common in television in the 2000s, like Gossip Girl or the OC. Something that really captures that “everything is the end of the world” feeling you have as a teenager, with each chapter being punchy at the time you read it but vacating your head the moment you finish until the next update. The goal was to create what I affectionately refer to as a “Super Opera”.

But I may have failed. I may have created something very different, because this story...it seems to haunt some people. It stressed them out, or provokes extreme emotions I didn’t know it was capable of pulling out.

When people started bringing up child abuse in the comments, for some reason, I was really surprised. Especially when people started saying the depiction of it in Dominoes is realistic. I never expected any of it to resonate with people so much, or even intended it. It makes me kind of anxious, so since the first few chapters, I’ve become much more cautious and careful when it comes to writing those scenes.

I did not expect the intensity of hate for Dominoes!Yuusaku. I didn’t expect anyone to like him, hell, I wanted readers to dislike him. The story is designed to bias the reader towards Shinichi, so that the reader is inclined to stick with him later on, no matter what. That plan might have worked too well.

I was even more surprised by the reactions to the small throwaway line from Kazuha when she heard about the breakup—it is a pretty common reactionary attitude among teenagers, and I can’t tell you how many times I heard similar things from my friends or reacted similarly to breakups. It is just a brief momentary attempt at supporting a friend, but everyone reacted like they thought Kazuha actually meant it. Which was not at all what I intended.

Also! Some people seem confused as to why Yuusaku revealed Kaito’s identity to Aoko, despite Kaito’s threats, but I thought the conversation between Hakuba and him beforehand made it pretty obvious. I guess some readers are coming at it from the perspective that Yuusaku did it to, I don’t know, hurt Kaito or something, but Yuusaku did it for Aoko’s sake. Kaito was using her, and it was going to end disastrously for her and many others if it continued. As for Kaito’s threat, well, Yuusaku weighed his options and the risks and decided helping Aoko was more important.

“But Scratchie, Yuusaku clearly prioritized keeping his identity from Shinichi—“

Has he? Has he?

Yuusaku in Dominoes is not an easy nut to crack, especially not when I, the author, am deliberately biasing the reader against him. That’s purposeful; I wanted to make it as difficult as possible for the reader to get in the right mindset to figure him out.

For anyone dubious about Yuusaku’s choices so far, I’d really recommend rereading his and Hakuba’s scenes with fresh eyes. Put aside everything characters say about each other and focus on what the things they say tell you about themselves. Who seems most concerned with keeping the identities secret? Who doesn’t seem as concerned about it as you might expect? What is each character really worried about hiding, as opposed to what they want the other characters to think they’re worried about?

What makes Dominoes such a long project is the complexity and duplicity I have to try and work into each scene. The unreliable narrator tag isn’t a joke! If you want to solve the mysteries, you can’t get caught up in each character’s head, you gotta stay objective!

I’m gonna stop here ‘cause I’ve agonized over the answers to these questions for a silly amount of time. Thanks so much for sending them it, I love seeing people interested in the sort of meta behind Dominoes!

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balancingdiet · 5 years

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A Perfect End

Anime: dcmk Word count: 1.6k Pairing: Canon (shinran/kaiao) Alternate Reading Site

Shinichi have had enough of living his life as Edogawa Conan. The last thing he needed was to disguise as Kaitou Kid.

Edogawa Conan's existence was erased the moment Kudo Shinichi returned after swallowing the cure.

Yes, there were some things Shinichi missed after returning back to his old self; He would miss the bond he built with the Detective Boys, miss the ability to crawl through small spaces, miss the opportunity to act like a little brat just to get some things his way... He would miss many other little things, but he already had had enough of living his life as Edogawa Conan.

Basically, he didn't inherit the love for acting and disguising as another identity from his mother.

But here was the catch: When he swallowed that cure, the debt he owed as Edogawa Conan was also transferred to Kudo Shinichi's ledger. And the first, big one on the list was Kaitou Kid.

Long story short, Kaitou Kid's help had massively secured the checkmate on Shinichi's board, and he didn't want to owe the thief anything. So as a repayment, Shinichi decided that he would return one favour of any kind when Kid asked for it.

Just one.

Kid accepted the offer.

Being in his original form now, Shinichi had no qualms about doing anything for that thief. He had once begged to all the gods that he'd trade anything to get his body back, so doing this favour for Kid was no big deal. He could only wonder what that favour would be, and truth to be told, he was looking forward to the day when Kid asked of him. Whatever that came from that thief had always been thrilling after all.

Maybe he needed assistance to take down some organization? Or maybe he needed help to find the jewel he was always seeking for? Or maybe solve a murder he was wrongfully accused of? Or… Or—

Or maybe disguise as him?

"What?" Shinichi yelled across the empty roof as the sound of the howling wind, along with Kaitou Kid's flapping cape, were making it a little noisy and disruptive to converse. At least that was what Shinichi wished to believe after hearing Kid's request, thinking he must have heard wrongly.

"You heard me, little detective."

Shinichi scowled. "Stop calling me that."

"Sorry." Kid smirked, clearly not sorry at all. "But don't you know that it takes at least 21 days to break a habit?"

"Let's see if it's your habit or your face that will break first." Shinichi muttered. This was one of the few rare times when he missed being Edogawa Conan, just because he could show his power-enhancing kick shoes to make his threats much real.

"Point-taken." Kid leaned against the roof door with crossed arms. "So are you going to do it or not?"

"Do what?" Shinichi snapped.

Kid tilted his head and sighed. "To give you the benefit of the doubt; since your hearing must have deteriorated after growing old… I said I want you to disguise as me."

"You. As in Kaitou Kid?"

"Of course."

Shinichi rolled his eyes. "Why? Because your true form needs an alibi?"

A beat of silence passed, and Shinichi thought time almost stopped.

"Whatever that floats your boat." Kid turned away, his voice suddenly levelled and plain.

Another beat of silence passed, and Shinichi pursed his lips as he registered Kid's request again. He didn't expect his wild guess to hit the mark, and what’s more that this had been nothing but a genuine and serious request all along.

Kid wasn't playing any games.

Whoever he was hiding his secret from and needed an alibi to cover it, that person must have the power to drive Kid to seek such desperate measures.

Shinichi cleared his throat. "Why not the other way? Why don't I disguise as your true identity while you—"

"Please don't bother lowering your intelligence just for the sake of this argument." Kid pushed the brim of his hat up and revealed the weariness of his blue eyes. "You know there is no way I'll allow that."

"And you know there's no way I can disguise as Kid perfectly."

"I don't expect perfection. I just need you to put on a show."

"…What's the show?"

"I'll tell you if you are willing to do it." Kid slipped a hand in his pocket. "So are you, or not?"

Shinichi understood that feeling of desperation; how he couldn't bear Ran to know the truth, yet at the same time he was very much overwhelmed with all the lies he had made and built. But Kaitou Kid—no matter how annoying his attempts and tactics were—had saved Shinichi a couple of times from drowning in those pile of lies and gave him a chance to breathe some times.

So how could he ever say no, even if he did or did not owe Kid a favour?

"I'll do it." Shinichi replied.

"Ok." Kid nodded his head, his features remained as stoic as ever.

But that thief was fooling no one. It was the no reaction that was a reaction, and Shinichi knew it all too well.

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"It's going to be easy" Kid (in another disguise) claimed before he passed his signature costume to Shinichi an hour before the heist.

Of course Shinichi didn't believe it, but he was still going with the plan anyway.

After that dreadful hour finally passed and he got the cue to start his act, Shinichi stood on ledge of the roof and exclaimed into the hidden microphone (while using the best of his ability to mimic that suaveness of Kid's voice) and proclaimed to the audiences below the building that he had stolen the jewel (which he did not but Kid's accomplice did), before jumping off to fly into the night in his hang-glider (which he knew how to operate since he learnt it in Hawaii).

Basically, Kid wasn't lying when he said it was going to be easy (but it just made all things stranger than it could ever be).

Shinichi was told to dispose of the costume after everything was done, which he did, because no amount of explanation would be enough for anyone if they saw Shinichi in possession of Kid's things. Besides the Edogawa Conan, many did suspect Shinichi to be actually Kid, which was ridiculous but complicatedly true too, in some sense…

That aside, Shinichi hoped Kid settled his problem on his end.

The next day when Shinichi went to the headquarters to get some work done, he found Hakuba Saguru in his office, face unusually solemn than usual. It wouldn't be that unsettling if he didn't know Hakuba was a frequent participant to Kid's heists.

Shinichi cleared his throat. "Good morning—"

"You were that Kaitou Kid on the roof yesterday, weren't you?" Hakuba said, arms crossed and watching Shinichi’s every move.

Tentatively, Shinichi walked towards his desk while shrugging his coat off. He already had a conversation and story planned if something like this happened, but he just didn't expect the first person he would have this conversation with was Hakuba.

"I… don't get what you mean." Shinichi said slowly.

"The man I suspected to be Kid was not Kid yesterday." Hakuba's steely eyes continued to fixate on Shinichi. "The only person he could turn to for this plan to work is you."

Shinichi started to blink rapidly. "Wait, you are the person that Kid is hiding his secret fro—"

"No. Whatever that you are thinking: No." Hakuba ran a hand through his hair. "I just needed clarifications, that's all."

"Were you at the heist?"

"No." Hakuba shook his head. "Inspector Nakamori wasn't at the heist either."

Shinichi leaned back in surprise as he hung his coat over his chair. No wonder things were so quiet and easy… like what Kid claimed as well. "Why didn't Inspector Nakamori attend?" He asked.

When that question left Shinichi, Hakuba's face contorted into all sorts of pain one could imagine. He then turned to stare out of the window by Shinichi's desk, amber eyes distant.

"...His daughter had leukaemia and they were with her last night at the hospital." Hakuba said in an almost whisper. "She passed away this morning."

Shinichi gaped, allowing a few muted seconds to pass. "I'm… sorry." He really had no idea what to say, and all of the sudden, his stomach felt uncomfortable, and that unease started to spread to his chest.

Why was he feeling so bad?

And bad for whom?

Hakuba mustered a smile. "Thank you for your honesty, I was expecting an interrogation."

Shinichi shrugged. "I think Kid should be fine with you knowing."

Hakuba said nothing else. He bade a goodbye and left.

It took Shinichi a while later to realise that Hakuba mentioned a "they", and he finally understood the reason for that pang of unease he felt earlier.

And that pang of unease stayed on till night fell too.

#kudo shinichi #Kuroba Kaito #dcmk #kaiao #balancingdietwrites

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OMG! No.19 with my Shinran babies please! Love you!

Thank you for this number, Anons! I have a particular idea stuck in my mind for this one when I first came across the prompts list. So I’m excited to finally write it down.😆 Hope you like it! Fluffy ShinRan ahead! 💞

19. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss. (1,937 words)

Among the multitudes of traits Ran admires from Shinichi, it’s his confidence that always gets her.

Ran loves the way his lips tug to an accomplished smirk whenever he completes all puzzle pieces of a baffling mystery, or the way his bright eyes glint when he quotes his most favorite lines from Holmes’ cases. She loves how easily he captivates big crowds with his proud, gallant voice, streamlining facts that would put any expert to shame. She loves how he, despite his energy, turns cool and collected when facing a crisis, because as young as he is he knows how to make judgments better than any adult ever can.

She loves him like that. And she loves him even more when he’s like that, to her.

She remembers the first time he held her hand as his girlfriend during their walk home from school — he was all smiles and charm with no hint of reluctance in his eyes. The same way whenever he presses his forehead against hers to check her temperature, or when he tucks her loose locks behind her ear on her stead. He doesn’t hesitate stroking his fingers on the corner of her lips to remove grains of rice stuck on them whenever they dine out, only to eat them afterwards and laughing at how red she’ll be from that.

In those gestures, it’s like he’s teaching her how to be physically comfortable with him. Which she does learn so easily. She likes it. It makes her feel the legitimacy of their relationship. They’re not only best friends but two human beings who love each other and find comfort in each other’s physical closeness.

But as much as she feels his confidence translating through these gestures, there’s one thing he hasn’t done.

He has never kissed her.

This dawned on her when she notices how his face only goes as far as touching her nose when he presses their foreheads together, though her lips are out in the open. That, and when he drops her home after a date, he’ll get really close and it’s ridiculous how her eyes flutter in anticipation for a kiss but he won’t; instead he’ll just squeeze her hand and say his goodbye.

He’s never kissed her.

Not even an attempt.

She doesn’t know what to feel about it.

“Is there something wrong?”

Shinichi slumps beside her on the bed, body nestling comfortably albeit the worried expression he wears. She remembers they’re in her room doing homework, a routine they have after class, which they do alternately between his house and hers.

Earlier, she told Shinichi she’ll lie down for a moment, and judging by how he follows her five minutes after she said that, she figures her somber tone must’ve bugged him.

“Are you sick?”

Ran vigorously shakes her head, and it looks like she’s answering him but in truth she’s veering her brain away from her silly thoughts, embarrassed by where it has drifted to.

Notwithstanding that, he presses his forehead against hers like how he usually does. Even if he’s done this a thousand times, she still can’t help but blush.

“Weird. You aren’t.” Shinichi remarks, voice evident of concern.

“Like I said.”

“You didn’t say anything.”

He observes her for a little longer, caressing her cheek with slow strokes of his thumb, handsome blue eyes serious, unyielding.

This is embarrassing.

His face is only inches away and her breath hitches, unsure of where she must look but in the end settles for his eyes, which stare right at her like he’s seeing through her soul, reading her thoughts.

Then, Shinichi closes in and goes for it.

On the lips.

Ran releases a surprised ‘mpfh’ right when he presses on her, and her temperature begins to rise like she’s truly in a fever.

Even with the littlest movement of his mouth over hers, she feels like she’s going to pass out from the drastic temperature change in her body.

His lips are so red, so warm.

She can’t breathe. She can’t move. She can’t—!

He pulls back.

Ran dumbly looks at him, shaken by the entire feeling of them lying on her bed and him suddenly giving her a kiss. A kiss which, though abrupt, is enough to unleash all the butterflies trapped in her belly.

Shinichi just kissed her.

On her lips!

But...

“I-...” he withholds his words, eyes wide, as if startled by his own actions. The hand framing her cheek quivers.

Something isn’t right.

Something‘s bothering him.

Unsure of what she’s done wrong, she touches his cheek, only for him to flinch beneath her fingertips.

“Shinichi…?” Her voice quivers, too.

The look in his eyes before he captured her lips was so sure. Now, he gazes at her like he’s having second thoughts; eyes lidded with delicate love and affection but behind them lie badges of uncertainty.

She doesn’t like it.

All his life he’s been so confident of his choices, but why, now, does he seem to doubt giving what she secretly anticipates from him for the longest time?

“I uh… I’m sorry I-...I might’ve been rushing, I just...crap,” he hides his reddened cheeks with his back hand, averting his gaze away.

Wait.

No.

If she pays close attention to the stillness of the room, she can hear his erratic heartbeat thumping mercilessly against his ribcage.

If she observes his face carefully, she can count each drop of sweat dotting his forehead.

The more he speaks the more he jumbles up his consonants.

All of these he desperately tries to conceal with his hands but it isn’t working because they, too, shiver like it’s winter.

It’s not that he’s doubting.

He’s…

“Do you want to...do this?”

Ran blinks her doe-like eyes at his question, and in that instant he flits his nervous eyes back at her.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, voice muffled by his hand.

“I mean we can…not, like, if you’re not read-”

Silly boy.

Removing his hand from his face, she silences him with a press of her lips on his.

What do you mean I’m not ready?

Torrents of emotion brew inside her as she recreates his kiss from earlier, though instead of making it brief, she does it longer.

You’ve prepared me enough—it’s about time.

She doesn’t expect him to get flustered at this. After all, he’s Shinichi. But like all other guys whose knees get weak when they receive a heartfelt kiss from their love, his whole resolve collapses, dissolves through his fingertips, as though she’s absorbing all of that from him and he’s letting it.

Wow. The power her kiss has over him.

Nothing can get any better than this.

However.

It is one thing to kiss, but another to be good at it. Though she surges on him with so much passion, she finds herself...stuck.

Does she move? Where does she place her hands?

She plants awkward kisses along his mouth, and with every passing second the confidence she mustered begins to wane.

She’s horrible. Pathetic.

He must be hating this.

“Ran.”

Shinichi breaks away, stares at her for what seems like forever.

She waits for him to laugh, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he guides her hand to his nape, cradles her jaw and smiles, “May I?”, before pulling her to meet her mouth and kiss her again.

It might be his confidence regained or a natural talent, but the way he delivers is magical. Heavenly. “Like this,” his voice comes out breathy, as he leads her mouth to a specific motion over his. Oh god. She feels as though she ascends the skies, floats above the clouds, flies with the birds with every brush of lips. It doesn’t take long until their mouths dance in perfect rhythm, lips melding comfortably like melting iron.

This is...surreal.

The bed shifts and suddenly she’s facing the ceiling instead of sideways, his upper body hovering above her. His tentative kisses become more decisive, more characteristic of him, and they fill her body with outrageous warmth as he punctuates every kiss with a soft, wet sound, and she cannot filter her next actions so she hums in his mouth, silently.

His lips are like strong armors, clashing against hers so powerfully and she’s willing to lose. The way he grazes his tongue over her inner lip makes every fine hair on her skin tingle, and she sighs in bliss as he delicately tilts her head in an angle more comfortable to them and albeit faintly, he moans.

Everything around her disappears, it’s just him and her, being intimate like this. Being more intimate than ever.

A sudden bite on her lower lip however jolts her and she opens her dazed eyes to see him with his shut tight, brows creased in concentration, his full undivided attention to her, kissing her with an intensity greater than the heat of a thousand suns and it’s...ridiculous. Ridiculous how mad her heart beats at how frustratingly handsome he looks. How her ears flush and cheeks flare up at how foreign they sound. How her vision blurs and blurs until she can no longer keep her eyes open and just fall, deep into his embrace, into his lips, surrendering her will slowly, sweetly…

His mouth leaves her with a quiet pop, weight above her lessening a little.

She cannot open her eyes, but she finds herself lifting her head, wanting to feel his lips again. At this point, it’s already a crime to stop.

“Ran?” He sounds croaky, and she doesn’t realize how dry her throat has become until she replies with an equally hoarse ‘Hn?’

Why are you stopping? Don’t!

“...Your father might kill me if he sees us like this on your bed.”

Her eyes open, reality kicking in.

She’s not in the clouds. They’re still in her room.

“Ah... you-you’re right!”

Shock and embarrassment pass over her face, realizing how much her body reacted to him like it had never reacted to anything before. Her heart rate refuses to slow down.

Oh my god. We just...

He chuckles lightly, pulls her up until she’s sitting Japanese-style on her bed.

They share a minute-long silence, allowing themselves to absorb what just happened, before he starts.

“Hey, Ran.”

“Yes?!” she squeaks, a complete opposite from Shinichi’s tone. She wants to slap herself for sounding too hyper from still being so hung up on the intense kiss they just shared.

“We’ll um, take it slow, okay?”

He soothes her with a cold but steady hand, and she feels herself gradually calming down.

“We’ll take it slow if we’re going to do more of, um... that, from now on.” He mumbles the last part of the sentence, scratching his cheek shyly, averting his gaze again like a bashful boy that he apparently is.

Shinichi stuttering, blushing, being a shy mess.

A sight she doesn’t know she needs.

“...Yes,” her lips tilt with her head, “Yes, of course,” before they widen into an adorable beam. “Then, please take care of me, Shinichi!”

His face flushes once again, more crimson than he’s ever been.

Shinichi may not know it, but Ran will always admire Shinichi for his confidence.

But seeing him like this - being a vulnerable, nervous, mess of a man - is a different story, as she realizes how she wants to see more of this, too.

Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe the day after that.

Maybe, for the rest of their lives.

After a little moment of sharing shy giggles, he stands up, extending his hand to her. “Let’s finish homework?”

She nods, takes his hand. “Okay.”

#shinran #fanfic #kiss prompts #almost 2k again arrrggg #but oh well i didnt want to cut it down! haha #good choice anons i like this number too ^^#i wanted to write a flustered shinichi so i hope it worked for this prompt!#and please kindly excuse grammar or spelling errors if i ever miss any!#thank you and hope you enjoy this~#btw i have to add! the *Like this* line from Shinichi?#is a line inspired by a kchk fic i read and I like to give credit to it #once i remember the title i’ll add it here!!!#/edit: found it! it’s The Reaper by thevoidyouknow

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