#heiji Hattori x male reader

[reallyromealone]

Rome Chérie, I'm sorry, but, could I please Request, if it's no trouble for you, a Heiji Hattori (From Detective Conan) x Male Reader? Something Angst and comforting fluffy?

(Perhaps a/b/o—MR-Omega, Universe, though only if you felt like it)

Though again only if it's alrighty with you, 🌻

-🌻

I gotchu my dude

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷

Valentine's Day was stressful.

It shouldn't be but it is.

(Name) spent all night making chocolate and cookies and a lunch for his crush, a lot of things the Omega was not great at but tried his damned best.

(Name) got to school extra early, shy and awkward as he put the lunch and treats in Heijis shoe locker before running off, unaware the detective was walking in and saw someone run off and walked to his shoe locker.

A cutely made lunch and treats, obvious effort put into it.

Faintly he smelt (scent) in the air and looked at the handwriting, realizing whoever made it forgot to put their name on it, the handwriting (neat/messy) but kind of cute the Alpha noted to himself.

He had a new case now, find who his admirer was.

He didn't really get admirer gifts much less valentines gifts so this was exciting honestly!

(Name) went about his day, trying to not think about the Valentines gift but his heart fluttered when he saw him eat the lunch and treats with seeming bliss.

When he started noticing other people giving Heiji gifts, he felt himself deflate, the others things looked way nicer than his! Heiji wouldn't even remember his!

He tried to ignore his classmates flirt with heiji, why this year! Why did he need to be seen as a romantic interest by others this year!

(Name) was tired of looking at it all, quietly accepting to himself that heiji wouldn't want to go out with him, he didn't even talk to him! Even after he put in a note!

Heiji sneakily looked at people's handwriting to try and compare handwriting, then he noticed (name) in the far corner of the library taking notes and sneakily he went behind him and halted "it's you!"

"SHHH!" The other classmates shushed him and he looked sheepish as (name) looked startled "you're the admirer!" Heiji whisper shouted and (name) blushed but looked confused "y-yeah, I mean I put my name on it"

"No ya didn't!" He teased and showed the note and (name) groaned "I knew I was forgetting something..."

"Don't worry! I'm a great detective after all!"

"So does that mean?"

"Yup!"

(Name) felt his heart lighten and he giggled and packed up his stuff as Heiji walked the Omega home.

[sunny-mercya]

Ghost Stories

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

Masterlist

The humidity with the up building warmth and beaten down sun—which shone a tad too bright and strong—was even for your personal liking too tedious to handle.

Even with only being dressed in swim-shorts and a baggy shirt, you felt as if you sweat excessively much—like the summer heat draining your body from any fluids and wanting to make you sandpaper dry—but the sweat also makes your body itchy and uncomfortable to even consider to walk around at all.

Being stuck on a mostly vast island, a good few hours—if not even half a day—away from the coast of civilisation, was definitely not on your vacation agenda and neither was it your definition of it.

God—you sighed out, rubbing your face—you disliked, close to hating it with passionately disdain, summer and the heat and salty ocean water and sweating and sand and this whole vacation even—annoyance clearly radiating off from you.

You wouldn't even be here—with Conan and the girls—if your beloved boyfriend (such a dumbass of a wannabe detective, you swore to god), wouldn't have agreed to checkout the island—which would be the destined place of TV showdown against Uncle Kogoro—beforehand.

You wouldn't say, per se, that you're even remotely close to being pissed off—just mildly annoyed with the whole situation, because everything is coming together at once and spending the night—after discovering that the ship had been demolished and being out of use (with the radio and communications equipment as well) and the Captain being found dead hung up—what a splendid surprise, it's another crime scene and murder day in your daily routine of life, who would have guessed it wouldn't be like this again—on this eerie lonesome island, wasn't something keen to feel about.

You weren't scared, just unwell with not only having to stay the night in a discarded broken vacation house on a vast island, but also with a murder lurking around.

~~~

Conan pulled at Heiji's hand for attention and once his friend looks down to him, Conan nudged his head into your direction—dividing Heiji's attention to you—and demanding in a whisper to check up on you.

Conan could tell, how you walked around with crossed arms—as if your feeling, despite the heat, chilly and wanting to give yourself some warmth—and glancing everywhere with unease, that anxiety was risen in you and Conan (so does Heiji and Sachiko, although she had decided to stay back at the coast) knew with certainty, that your medical bag with your medications are in the hotel room and not brought along to this spontaneous short trip.

Conan also knew—despite you like to show yourself as a tough and fearless person—that you were, like Ran, easily scared by Ghost stories or anything related to such.

Monsters weren't a problem for you—always joking how easily you could defeat them—but Ghosts? They spook you so much, causing you nightmares more than often and a feeling of dread when being alone at home, that you're embarrassed to admit such a fear.

»Hey, Sunshine, you feeling okay?« Heiji sits down on the dusty floor next to when, when he asked the question.

»Just annoyed.....« you trailed off your short answer, shrugging your shoulders—not in the mood for any kind of conversation, not even with Heiji.

You admitted and it might does sounds childish, but you're a tad upset with Heiji—as he always does such things without asking if you're even okay with tagging along or wanting to be here and it doesn't matter what circumstances or situation, it's the principle.

»Nah, I ain't believe ya. There's something else bothering my sunshine and I wanna know,«

Heiji takes your hand, drawing circles with his thumbs onto your skin and when you emitted such a deep sigh, shoulders sagging from a tedious release of exhaust, followed by your head dropping down onto your shoulder—Heiji was now sure that it wasn't just annoyance.

Of course there was annoyance in it too, Heiji noticed your sour mood when stepping onto the island, but that was only a secondary factor to your actual feelings—which he, as your boyfriend, wants to know about, so he knew how to comfort you properly.

»It's nothing.....just something silly...« you muttered, moving your hand to grab his tightly—huddling closer to Heiji as if you're trying to hide for something or someone.

»Don'tcha care if it's silly or not, I still wanna hear it.« Heiji moves his arm, putting it around your shoulders and pulling you as close as possible towards him—taking your hand in his once more, giving it a comforting squeeze.

»....I'm scared...« it took a while till you spoke up again, your voice sounding hoarse and close to crying—so meekly and full of embarrassment.

And then, in a heartbeat—a flurry motion of tumbling out words from your mouth—you elaborate further about what exactly you're scared off—telling your boyfriend about this eerie uneasy feeling you're getting, how it twist in your stomach like acid and carbonate causing a collision of panic, making the anxiety rise so striking high, you fear a sudden stop in breathing.

And you also told Heiji—voice going into a almost inaudible whisper, the more you spoke—about the potentially possibilities of ghost and their murderous—besides the real life murder—intensions of haunting and how these ghost wants to possess whatever human being here.

The rest was a fumbling word vomit mess, Heiji barley could make out—and what he could make out, was something along the lines of hating summer and heat—as the first few choking sobs came out from your throat, making you gaps for air—like a gulping fish on land—and flinching from yourself in surprise (or maybe out of embarrassment?).

Heiji—still holding you close, not going to let go of you for a long while, not in such a moment where you need him the most—whispered sweet reassuring into your ear, hoping it would calm you down enough.

»Neither ghosts nor any human will cause you harm, not as long as I'm here. I'll protect you [Nickname], my sweet sunshine.«

And you believed Heiji—fear subsiding just a bit, because having your boyfriend near you brought enough comfort already—nodding along to what he promised—as Heiji never had broken his promises.

[sunny-mercya]

Marriage Arrangements

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

Masterlist

Heiji had half a mind to say—when being asked who you are, after bringing you and Kazuha along to pick Conan and Ran up from the train station—that you're a nobody, nothing but a distant acquaintance, but Heiji didn't as he had promised himself not say anything remotely mean about or at you anymore—still gnawing on his regrets of what he said during middle school long ago.

So with his usual grin, Heiji placed his arm around your waist—should have telling you, before leaving the house, not to wear your heavy traditional Kimonos again—pulling you close to him.

»That's my fiancé! [Name]'s a bit shy tho.« Heiji's introduction of you was filled with boastful pride—glancing at you, when you in meek shyness uttered out a little „hello“ and bowing your head a bit down.

»Your what?! Fiancé?! Since when?!« they all shouted in unison—gaining a few curiosity looks from bypassing people—shock of surprise clearly written on their faces as neither of them knew of such information about their friend, quite a shocker per se to hear.

»Since forever. How 'bout we go and have some lunch? I know just the right–« Heiji stopped mid-sentence—turning his head to you, raising his eyebrows in a silent question—when you pulled at his arm to get his attention.

»I'll go back home, uhm I uhm have to do some chores and your mother asked me uhm for some assistance...« you had said in a kind of rush of mumbling, that Heiji almost didn't hear you—he did and nodded in response, giving you a small smile of reassurance.

With a small bow you bid your goodbye and rushed away—although with your long and heavy Kimono it looked more like a penguin waddling.

Heiji didn't—and neither did Kazuha—called you on your obvious lie, both knowing that there weren't any chores to attend for you, but they also know how shy and—to an certain degree—uncomfortable you could feel around new people.

And Heiji, which Kazuha applauded him for—because he finally shows more kindness and compassion towards you—didn't want to force you to stay any longer than necessary, especially not when it oversteps your personal boundaries of comfort.

~~~

Although Heiji's parents were rather modern and opened minded people when it comes to the changing times of today's tomorrow—had been very accepting of his sexuality and coming out—they still abide to the rules of traditional lifestyle, participating in such forms of living and social arrangements and their norms.

One thing of traditional lifestyle would be arranged marriages, which Heiji had the unpleasant blessing of being roped into such since birth.

When Heiji had (finally) the chance of meeting you, which was during his second year of middle school, he wasn't pleased at all and obviously making it clear that he didn't liked the arrangement—begrudgingly forcing any formality of necessity politeness out of his mouth—his parents already giving him stern looks—and voicing loudly his displeasure of the situation.

At first, Heiji remembers very well, you had tried your best to befriend him—greeting him with the brightest smile you could muster in the morning when seeing him—after all you two are bound to see one another, when living together in a separate wing of the Hattori house—making him Bento's every night—than besides being born as a boy, one of the few in a household of just females, your upbringing when it comes to duties and responsibilities were that of a woman—and showing nothing but kindness to him.

But the more Heiji had ignored your mere presence—sneering at you, whenever he saw you—your approaching of befriending had become less and less and when Heiji started with snide remarks and commentary—close to insulting—and telling everyone who asked, that you're a mere nothing and waste of space—you withdrew completely.

It had gotten so bad, around the last year of middle school, that you either had locked yourself up in your room—whenever Heiji had been home—or threw yourself into a workaholic of household chores—missing school on purpose even, just to avoid him—till you become so exhausted and sick that you collapsed and had to be taken to the hospital.

The guilt had started when Heiji—forced to come along with his mother, who had giving him a earful of lectures about his miserable behaviour towards you, to visit you and renew your flowers—saw you in the hospital bed, looking so sickly small that Heiji felt like wanting to leave immediately—instead he took a deep breath and took a seat next to you, giving you a small greeting and when Heiji saw your fear filled eyes—sending the heart rate monitor high on alert, nurse rushing inside and ready to give you sedations if necessary—the feeling of guilt skyrocketed high inside of him.

~~~

It has taken Heiji the whole summer and half of his first highschool year, to make you forgive him—albeit not completely—for his hurtful actions towards you and remotely, with lots of encouragement—Kazuha doing the most of it—to bring your smile, which he started to love, back on your lips.

Heiji couldn't even remember anymore, why he had been that way—like an utter complete petty asshole—towards you, maybe because he didn't wanted to be forced to marry a stranger who he never could love—and whatever the reason had been, Heiji had promised himself to never let it happen again.

And with the passing time, Heiji did start to love you—cherishing every moment he could have with you—butterflies rumbling through his stomach whenever he saw your smile—the bright one, which only had been reserved for him—and his heart beating a marathon whenever he could hold hands with you, without you flinching or withdrawing in stiffness.

»So, since when exactly are you engaged?«

»Since birth actually, but with official meeting one another, since middle school« Heiji had been elbowed by Kazuha, bringing him out of his remising thoughts, so he could answered the question.

»And you're really okay with that?«

»Wouldn't want it any other way.«

And Heiji meant it truly, heart soaring with love whenever you around and Heiji wants to be together with you, as long as possible.

~~~

Once coming home in the late afternoon—greeting his mother in the living room, when passing by on his way to the separate house wing—Heiji smiled like a guy in utter luck, couldn't wait to gift you the mini cakes he had brought for you, hoping you weren't asleep already.

Seeing you sitting on the sofa in the living room, entranced by some nature documentary on the television, Heiji creeps closer—bending down to your ear and whisper an hello—startling you in the process, making you flinch your shoulders upwards in surprise—before sitting next to you, Heiji sat the box of pastries goods down onto the table.

»You didn't need to, Heichi,« you told him, saying a „thank you“ afterwards anyway, when you took one of the cakes—noticing it's mostly (f.flavour)—and taking a few bites, humming contently when the flavour dissolves on your tongue.

»I wanted to tho,« was all he said, a slight shrug with it.

And Heiji—although hesitantly at first to do this, but bold enough to give it a try—put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side—and Heiji thought you would've pulled away right away, knowing it was much more intimate contact you two had every exchange before, but you didn't.

And then, even more bolder than before, Heiji leaned down—giving you a small kiss on the forehead, making you cuddle more into his side.

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

11. Osaka Trip - Abducted

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Plantonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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If I could turn back time

If I could find a way

And you'd stay

Sachiko shirked loudly—gaining looks of confusion and judgment from the by passing people in the shopping district—dropping her shopping bags to the ground in shock and gasping like a fish, even though they don't need to, for air.

Droving with both hands through her hair, clutching it, Sachiko turned her head in every direction—spinning herself around—and tried to find something, someone—searching for you.

But you are nowhere to be seen, because you're gone. Gone. You're gone.

For Sachiko it felt as time stood still—freezing her in the spot where she was standing—while the surroundings of hers continued to move on as if nothing had happened—as if the crime, which just occurred in front of everyone, didn't caused a notice and disturbance in the daily routine of living flow.

Taking a sharp inhale of breath, Sachiko felt breathless. She only had turned around—some sign had catches her eyes and you were still right beside her—for a mere few seconds and when she turned back, to tell you about that sign—which was local shop—you weren't there.

Is this—the way her chest tightens, so painfully she wanted to cry out, coldness—despite the mildly warm temperatures today—sweeping through her body and bringing her bend into a shudder—how a Panic attack feels like?

Sachiko couldn't tell, wouldn't know, as she never had experienced such and only being a comforter for you—when you had them.

Taking out her phone, cursing loudly when it slipped from her—shaking and clammy—hands and fall down onto the pavement, Sachiko felt—once she had picked up her phone again—lost to whom she has to call.

Sachiko's finger hovered over Shinichi's—old and deactivated—number, wanting to call him—the first person which popped up in her mind instantly—as Shinichi is (or had been) after all your emergency contact.

But that's an impossible thing to do now as Shinichi is gone as well.

Sachiko slapped herself against her forehead more than once, rubbing her face—staying crouched down and inhaling deeply the air, she still felt she didn't quite have, again.

Stupid, stupid, absolutely stupid, Sachiko thought—berating herself for forgetting about the fact that Shinichi is gone, but wanting to call him anyways.

Like, as if the automatic voicemail of; We apologise, but this number is currently not available anymore—would help in such, any, situation and neither would make it Shinichi magically appear back.

»Dumb wishful thinking« she scoffed in a huff, feeling ashamed afterwards for such thoughts and berates herself again, because such wishful thoughts are helping you to pull through hard days—the ones where you want to just lay in bed forever and giving everything and yourself up.

So Sachiko called Heiji, despite him being at a crime scene currently—because honestly, it's like a curse or something, whenever they went somewhere there always seemed to be a murdering happen—but she couldn't care less about this, as the Inspectors and officers are capable enough to solve this on their own, without Heiji's help.

Finding and freeing you—because Sachiko was absolutely sure that Daiki had kidnapped you—and it was a fear she knew would come true eventually—was top priority now and Sachiko knew that Heiji was the only person who would be able to save you.

~~~

There weren't many moments in times, where Conan thought he had failed. Nor had he many regrets to think about.

But when Heiji told how Sachiko had called and telling him in upcoming panic—sounding close to crying, holding back choking sobs—you're gone, disappeared so suddenly in board daylight—under eyes of many "witnesses"—and that she, in absolutely certainty, believes Daiki had taken you—Conan felt like a failure.

Failure. Conan had failed miserably as your older brother, who promised you—once ago, during your first suicidal attempt—to never leave you alone and behind in your darkest times of need—and to always protect you from the dangers and evil of this world.

But look! Here is he, failing not only once but twice—trice even, when he couldn't save Narumi—and breaking promises after another, building a path of hurtful lies for you to walk on. Honestly, you deserve someone far better than him as your brother.

It was foolish to think, that they might be able to call you, but even the simplest thing to do—in cases like these, calling you even though the chance stood high that your phone had been already destroyed—could might lead to an better outcome of the situation.

When it ringed and someone picked up the line, they hoped it was you—but when Daiki's voice rung out, the hope extinguished.

„Oh, it's the brat calling. C'mon dear, tell them Goodbye.“

„Fuck off, Asshole.“

A clash, a thud and a short gaps from you—and the line went dead afterwards.

»What now? Osaka is big and we can't search through the whole city and its landscape, without a sort of fixpoint to begin with.....« said Heiji, gnawing at his lower lip and looking at Conan.

The bubble of panic didn't came spiking up in one sudden rush—like how Sachiko must had experienced it firsthand now—and neither did it came slow rising—how for Conan it was, whose eyes shone with ridden guilt and although masking it professionally like a actor, starting to crack under its slowing crawling pressure—for Heiji.

Of course Heiji is worried about you, he always will be—after all you're his boyfriend and worrying about ones partner and the ones you love is a natural feeling to do—but Heiji is also a Detective and haywire emotions wouldn't help in any situation nor does it any good.

Conan knows this as well—is the one who believes, participate, the most in this sort of mindset—but sometimes a once rational, logical, mind and heart can make a spin into the irrational side of the humane

There was also the crucial fact—which is the reason why Heiji doesn't feel the heart aching panic just yet—that everyone seemed to forget that you weren't just a mere helpless person.

You could defend yourself with ease, were cable of fighting—with your strength of Qing Mado—against Adults and opponents twice your age and size.

But Heiji himself seems to forget—while knowing of the information above—that there a tools out there which could make you helpless and unable to defend.

»My Radar Glasses!« exclaimed Conan

»Huh? When did ya chip [Name]?«

»Not him, but his phone-keychain«

Conan was getting restless he's aware, knowing well that his idea might be just a glimpse into the blue of nothing, but what else are they supposed to do?

They had to give it a try, even when it would lead into a dead end. Just sitting around and waiting wouldn't do anything, wasn't going to help you!

Conan couldn't give up, especially not on you—his precious little brother, who he vowed to protect.

~~~

Whatever was on their side—be it luck, fate or destiny, fortunas generosity or simply Daiki's own dumbness—they hoped it's gonna last till you are found.

When the glasses did indeed pick up a low signal of yours, Conan and Heiji went to the location as fast as possible.

Once there, in an alley—near the outskirts area, with soon to build houses and buildings and the ones getting destroyed—all they had found was your phone—still in tact, but useless now. Then again, this alone could lead to you—as it minimise the area, distance and possibility of where you could be.

Conan wouldn't give up and he hoped neither would you.

I'll keep finding, finding you

Right through hell and heaven

And in all dimensions

I'll keep finding, finding you

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

15. Osaka Trip - Survival

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Platonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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My friend, I can't wait to see you again

You're my hope, you're my everything

We can fly if you believe in my love!

Getting shot two times in a row—even when the bullets were only grazing your right leg and upper arm and missing its target, burying themselves somewhere else deep into—wasn't fun and never would be to remember.

You stumbled a bit, cursing loudly when the pain flared up, but didn't stop in your running. You didn't even know where to run and hide to, not knowing the area—which looked more than just devastated empty of any civilisation—you're in.

Somehow you ended up in the ruins of a empty school—either elementary or middle school—it didn't matter, right now Conan and you needed a place to hide—to catch some breath and rethink of a new tactic to survive this psychopath.

Picking up on your speed, you run inside—trekking the stairs up to the second floor, kicking open one of the classroom doors and ducked inside.

Leaning against the wall, you pulled out your phone, reading Shinichi's SMS once, twice and a third time again.

Dialling your brother's number, holding the phone against your ear, you waited with bated breath for him to pick up—hoping to hear his steady voice of reassurance again.

„Apologies, this number is currently unreachable, please try again later.“

Biting down onto your lip, you slid the wall down—closing your eyes and taking a deep breath—clutching your (f.colour) flip-phone, with its silly keychains and the few even more silly stickers on it, against your chest.

Nothing had actually changed, hasn't it? How desperate stupid could you any more be—believing, especially in that false—hope crushing and heartache bringing—SMS, that Shinichi would come back at all.

Asshole. Asshole, asshole, asshole—Shinichi is such a fucking asshole.

When you needed Shinichi the most—in a situation where you felt nothing but inner turmoil of being anxious scared—he wasn't there.

At least not when it comes to you, because you're certainly sure that he calls Ran—when she's scared—that's Shinichi's only priority, besides solving cases and being a wannabe detective.

»[Name]......?«

»I can't do this, can't do this......it's pointless.....I'm dumb, so fucking dumb....«

»No [Name], don't give up now! We're gonna–argh!« Conan couldn't finish his sentence, feeling a shock of electricity through his body—being grabbed and thrown to the sides.

When Daiki found you and Conan, he had easy play with you—pushing you onto the floor and kicking you against your already bruised stomach and you were like a helpless doll again.

»Mhm, should have destroyed the damned phone right away when I took you. Now, let's see what made you so defiantly.«

Daiki read the SMS, grinning wickedly as he kicked you in the stomach again when you were about to get up. A scoff left his lips, dropping your phone to the ground and stepping onto it—breaking it in half.

»No!« you shouted, looking at him with wide eyes.

The only message you've gotten from Shinichi—ever since his abrupt disappearance—the only sign of him, that he was still alive—still here, somewhere—and hadn't abandoned you—was now crushed like the last bit of hope left in you.

You glanced at Conan, feeling guilty with what you were about to say next—admitting defeat, for once, freely. Though with what Daiki had said next, brought a wave of anger back.

»Hah! You really believed such trash? Please, we both know that your dear brother is nothing but a liar. Don't fool yourself.«

»Shut up.«

»Huh? Repeat that, I didn't quite hear that, dear.«

»Shut the fuck up! Don't you fucking dare calling Shinichi a liar ever again!«

With an uproar you sprung back up, pushing Daiki with full force into the tables and throwing one or two chairs onto him. Grabbing Conan again, holding him against you, you run out into the hallway—overthinking every route of escape you could take and decided for another drastic move.

Setting Conan down, you pulled off your jacket—putting the jacket then onto Conan, hood over his head—and taken him back into your arms.

»What are you doing [Name]?!«

»It's gonna be okay, just close your eyes and hold on tight.» you hugged Conan closer to you, arms secured around him. Taking a deep breath and then you sprinted towards that one window where you knew was a roof overhang below.

Hah! Sport tournament was nothing against a good old jump—through the second floor window, you thought. Picking up on your speed, ignoring the next grazing bullet against your leg, you jumped—twisting your body in a way that your back collided with the window, sending you crashing down onto the tin roof and pressing the air out of your lungs.

The short moment, in your free fall, of where you had seeing a glimpse of the darkening sky above you—reminds you of what you always would fear, death itself.

And while death itself scares you, even though you had days where you are close to step into the realm of afterlife, the last shimmer of sun-rays brought back a wish of once lost dream.

Getting up, had you no time to regain your breath, smashing the next window and stepped with Conan into the first floor. Another sprint, time was sacred now, searching for another place to hide in.

~~~

Hiding in the girls restroom, was a good decision or at least sounded like one. Sitting Conan onto the counter, you barley took a glance at yourself in the mirror—not wanting to see the brutal truth of ugliness and insecurity in it, which is just a reflection of you.

Rubbing your face and leaning against the counter as well, you let out a tired sigh—breathing heavily as you tried to regulate your breath again.

Your lungs burned, feeling so sandpaper dry—like your voice used to be hours ago—and your body ached from exhaustion. You wanted nothing more than to sleep, god, does sleep sounds so promising—so peaceful.

Fishing out a package of cigarettes, a lighter and two small bottles from the jacket, you lighting one up and took a long drag from the cigarette, letting the burning smoke invade your already heavy lungs—why you had cigarettes packed in the jacket, Conan didn't know and he also didn't knew that you smoked, but that was a question for another time—before taking the cigarette and pressing the tip onto your wounds.

»You know Conan–« you begun, didn't know yourself why you start to feel so nostalgic—so sentimental—and wanting to share a memory—from your childhood, so pure and with so much happiness in it—about Shinichi and you with Conan.

Perhaps it was because time was running out and you wanted to cherish in the past again, once last time.

Or maybe—and that's sounds more likely—it's the mix of morphine and adrenaline you gulped down, seconds ago, in one go—like a shot of vodka—choking on it as the taste was anything but pleasant and taking it on a empty stomach was not good, wanting to vomit up right away—because apparently you still weren't feeling mad-hatter and joker enough.

Whatever it might have been, in this moment it just felt right to share this sacred moment.

»Just mere moments ago, I wanted to give up once more. For final this time.«

»And why didn't you?«

»Besides the asshole insulting my brother? A thunder of thoughts, a flashback, struck me.« you stopped again, smiling at Conan and ruffling through his hair.

And then you told Conan about the most treasured memory you had;

It was during elementary when Digimon had its rookie-start in the TV. Shinichi and I would've watched it everyday and the openings—and few songs in it—had me so awestruck with joy, that Shinichi once begged our parents to buy him a walkman with the tape.

Shinichi didn't wanted any other presents for his birthday, except for this and when they gave in and brought it—Shinichi, proudly and happily grinning, had giving me the walkman.

Telling me—in all seriousness he could muster with his chubby face—that whenever I would start to feel sad again—back then, our parents already knew what started to happen with me, but all Shinichi and I knew was that I was feeling immense sadness and sometimes pain—it was also during the time, where I tried to drown myself in the bathtub for the first time and I will never forget the frightful and worried face of my knightly brother on that day—I should listen to the tape.

Because Shinichi had believed, that when I listened to the tape, the sadness would go away and somehow it did—but not really because of the music itself, but because—and it took me some years to understand—of Shinichi himself, who always acts so selflessly just to make me laugh.

Conan never wanted to tell you so badly, that he's Shinichi—that he's here with you, like how he always promised you and that there's no need to ever be sad again, because your brother is here and everything is gonna be alright.

But Conan couldn't, just couldn't do that. It would brought you more trouble and in danger—making you another target for the Men in Black and being an achilles heel to himself—than you already had.

The truth would cause more harm to yourself and could bring you into, perhaps, final collapse with your fragile mental health—and the thought of you being mad at him, Conan just couldn't stand and wouldn't forgiving himself for it.

»And whenever we've listen to these songs, which I still do nowadays, Shin-Chan would tell that all our dreams and wishes would come true.«

»Did they come true? Your dreams?«

»They did. At least for Shin-chan, who is, besides my wonderful boyfriend of course, the greatest detective of all times«

»And what about you [Name]?«

»Me? Well, I don't think I ever really had something akin to a dream or goal in life. Till now. Meeting Heiji, you, having the people around me which I love so much, make me realise something,«

Taking off your necklace, which had Heiji's promise-ring—and a pendant with Shinichi's and your parents names (and birthstones) engraved on it—looped in and putting it around Conan, tapping his nose.

»Besides me wanting to die on some days, it is worth to live after all. So I'm gonna promise you Conan, here and now, that I won't die tonight and neither will you. We're gonna survive this night and see the sunrise once more.«

And then you told Conan the next steps of your new reforming plan. Telling how you will smash Daiki—even though the fucker deserves a headshot, but Shinichi once said; killing someone out of self-justice, makes you not better than a murder themselves—into the ground and making him regret everything he had done.

Living like you're dying isn't living at all

We are, we are, we are gonna be alright

We got, we got, we always got the fight in us

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

14. Osaka Trip - Rising Hope

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Plantonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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Reaching for the Stars, even if they are far away

It's the beginning of a new dream,

I do still believe

Getting into the house, where you presumably being held captured, was fairly easy for Conan—all he had to do was to climb on some trashcans (or whatever else stood there around) and pickpocket the small bathroom window—and for once Shinichi felt thankful, sending gratitude to the above, for being shrunk into a Child.

Letting himself fall down the small distance from the window to the floor, Conan tried to be quiet as possible—even though, he knew Daiki wasn't in the house anymore as the man had went out around thirty minutes ago and didn't returned, so it was safe to say that Daiki would be gone for some time—an hour or two probably—in case of there being a partner, ventured through the bathroom and into the hallway.

Conan listen, straining his hearing, for any kind of noises—the ones out of ordinary, like television—because a captive victim would and could never watch television—there weren't any and Conan sighed in relief.

Now, Conan thought, where could you be? There wouldn't be many options in this house and it didn't seem as if there was a basement—so the only few options to hide you away, holding you hostage, would be in a bedroom.

Conan took a wild guess, which he normally wouldn't do—as guessing in any kind of way is a unpredictable, uncertain mathematical process and could lead to an wrong conclusion or answer, a incorrectness even—but time's running thin and so he went straight upstairs to the bedrooms.

Conan found you in the second bedroom, laying on the ground and being covered with heavy blankets. It's strange that the door wasn't locked as you would have the chance to escape anytime soon—but Conan found out why the door never would be needed to be locked.

»[Name]? It's me, Conan, I'm getting you out of here.«

Conan kneeled down to your lumpy form, shaking—in what he guessed—your shoulder, whispering loudly enough for you to hear.

»Oh Conan, that's real sweet of you......but I don't think I can escape this.....«

Your voice, besides your mumbling of an reply—which Conan could barely hear, with how quiet you spoke—sounded hoarse and husked rough—sandpaper dry—as if you had screamed your throat and lungs raw—and every use of your vocal cords felt like a strain.

»What do you mean, you can't? Please, [Name], get up! You need to get up!«

Conan shook you again, trying to get a rise out of you—to get you up, even when it would mean he somehow has to carry you out—but to no avail, you didn't moved an inch.

When he shook you harder, moving your body more to the sides and hearing the rattling sound of chains—Conan halts in his movements, being frozen in a stupor.

»See? I told you, I'm not able to escape this. Go without me, Conan. Save yourself instead of me.«

You turned towards him, tired expression morphing into a gentle smile—wanting to let Conan known, that it was more than just okay now to leave you behind here—in the clutches of Daiki—moving the blankets away and holding up your wrists to symbolise just how serious you were about this.

Even with the small nightstand lamp, could Conan see how raw and bloody your skin had been rubbed under the metal of the chains. Chains—more like handcuffs—which were around your wrists and ankles.

Conan gulped, balling his hands into fists, looking at your face—which shows more than just mere exhaustion, a sort of accepting death with batting eyes and how loopy you looked to bed—and hoping to still see this certain glint of survival and life in your eyes—hoping, almost praying—wanting to beg—that you hadn't completely given up on yourself and your will, which is still a dwindling desire of tightrope act depending on a day's mood, to live.

Conan—Shinichi—too had seeing you close at entering death's door twice already—wishing desperately to never have to repeat such heart frighting fear again—and it had been moments like these, which thrived is sense of protection and justice—because all he ever wanted was to protect you, his dear little brother.

So hearing you say such things, such nonsense of wanting to stay here and being freely a victim of everything possible inhuman injustice doing—surged a wave of anger through him and Conan wanted to scream at you for being so insensitive, ignorant, stupid—selfish even—but then, while gazing at the hidden sadness in your tired eyes, he was reminded of Narumi.

The anger turned into a heartbeat of sadness and frustration—towards himself for not being able to be here, even though he was, at your side and lending you the strength and support you needed—albeit all that, Conan knew what he must do, to bring at least a bit of feistiness back in you.

»You can't give up now! Not when Shinichi has called and said he will be home soon! So, please [Nickname], get up! Aren't you a fighter?!«

»Did he now? Thank you Conan, but don't be silly, Shinichi never calls anymore—not me at least......oh, silly boy, You only can be a fighter if there's something worth to fight for.«

»No, no! He did call! I promise you he did! I–wait here, I'll get your phone and show you!«

You didn't stop Conan when he sprinted out of the room. Wouldn't be able to, not with how tightly you're chained at floor. You also hadn't the heart to tell him that your phone wasn't here—Daiki had probably destroyed it already by now.

But you found it endearing how Conan tried to give you one more surge of positivity in this dry situation of possible doom.

Conan returned back some minutes later—taking a few deep breaths to make it believable for you, that he really went searching for your phone, instead of letting known that he had it with him and sending you a SMS from his second phone.

»See! Shinichi did call and wrote you!« like an excited Child, Conan hold your phone up—showing you what's on your screen.

1 Missed Call from Shin-Chan♡,

1 SMS from Shin-Chan♡ ;

Sorry for the late response. Had some tough cases to solve, will be home soon, [Nickname]. Don't worry too much and congrats for your wins, will always believe in you!

– Shin-chan♡

You sniffed, lips wobbling and tears already spilling from your eyes as you read the SMS. You were confused how Shinichi could send you an SMS, when you were certain you had blocked his number—then again, with how many times you had to change your number, you couldn't remember if you had or not.

Not that you cared about this in the moment, because all what matters right now, was that Shinichi—your dear brother, which you sometimes thought would be forever gone—had wrote you after all these damned months of uncertainty and waiting in which you worried yourself sick.

Too good to be true, too good to be true. It's a fraud, a trick. Shinichi wouldn't send you a SMS, he doesn't care about you. A lovely meant lie it is.

»Don't be silly......Shinichi wouldn't text me, he doesn't care......don't be stupid.« you muttered, frowning at Conan

Conan frowned as well, anger starting to flow back and getting the worst out of him. What happened to you? You never were one to quit so damn fast and easily, so why? Why now?

»Since when do you give up so easily like a coward?! Aren't Heiji and I and the people you love worth it to fight for? Why do you stop now to believe, huh?! You promised to fight as long as you have faith!«

Maybe, you thought, glancing at Conan—who resembles so much Shinichi in younger years and looked at you with pleading eyes of upcoming hope—Shinichi is truly coming back home now and if that's true—even when it would just be another false hope in the end—than you might stand up one last time again.

Because the last thing you wanted, was the disappointment Shinichi would feel—when he knows you hadn't given it your all, that you didn't fought back like the fighter you promised him to be.

»Okay, Okay. We're getting out of here, munchkin. Bring me a knife from the kitchen. Time to free myself from these dumbass chains.« you told Conan, who nodded and sprinted out of the room again.

~~~

Conan looked at you with raised eyebrows, uncertainty written in his face. Breaking open the chains with a mere kitchen knife? Yeah, he wasn't so sure if that's gonna work at all. Not to forget that you could easily cut open your arteries in the process and bleed out.

You only smiled with a burst of self confidence at him, sitting cross legged on your makeshift bed.

»Daiki won't be back till Ten pm, said he's getting......a uhm surprise. Anyways. Gives us enough time.« you told Conan, starting with the cuffs at your ankles.

Sliding the knife in between the tiny space between your skin and the cuffs, you twisted it—so that the sharp side faced the metal—and started to bend it upward. You repeated the procedure a few times, ignoring the sharp strings whenever the knife slipped away and cut into your skin. Soon enough your ankles were free.

The handcuff like chains on your wrists took a bit longer as it wasn't all that easy. Though, slicing two times a bit too deep into your wrists, you were able to break out of them easily as well.

While you, in a drastic way—because in your words, searching for the dammed keys would take way too long and you had the right strength for it after all—broke yourself free from the chains, Conan let his eyes wander over you.

In all honesty, Conan didn't want to know what Daiki had done to you. Not with how your skin looked like—all bruised up, bloody and beat and colours of blue, purple, green and yellow mixing together as one.

Only four days had went by since you were kidnapped, but four days and these endless hours were enough to inflict you more than enough harm.

Your oversized shirt rose up a bit, showing the marks—various shapes of bites and cuts—around your thighs—and once again Conan felt not only anger flaring up, at Daiki for violating you in so many inhuman ways, but also disappointment in himself again because he wasn't able to protect at all, like how he promised he would.

The pained hiss from you, broke Conan out of his thoughts. Focusing back on you, Conan watched—his stomach slightly aching from the the sight, with how bloody and gory like your neck looked like—how you bend the barbed wire, which acted as a chain around your neck—and Conan thought how absolutely insane Daiki has to be, to use wire in such ways—and freeing yourself from it.

»Okay, okay. How did you get in here Conan?«

»Through the bathroom window downstairs, but I'm not sure of you fit through it...«

»We'll try. Okay, now first I need some shorts and a jacket and then we go.« you said, more to yourself.

You felt much more secure after you pulled some shorts on and fresh underwear as well. During these four days, being so nakedly exposed to someone like Daiki, was more than just sickening uncomfortable.

~~~

Once outside, Conan looked for Heiji—who said he would wait outside and keep watch—but he was nowhere to be seen.

Heiji also didn't answer his phone, when Conan tried to call him for a fourth time.

»And where do you think you're going, darling?«

Fuck.

Scooping Conan up in your arms, you bolted in the opposite direction from where Daiki stood.

Open your eyes and you will defeat the fear, which chains us

Because the world is waiting for us

[sunny-mercya]

False Brother

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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»What do you mean, he isn't Shinichi?«

The question you spoke with a whispering volume in your voice, filled with doubt and hesitation, hung above through the upcoming silence like a loose threat—ready to fall and causing havoc disaster.

Without really noticing it, the three Soda cans of cold Cola—which you had eagerly volunteered to get for your brother, Heiji and yourself as a form of thank you treatment for the hard work they had done these past few days of solving yet another crime and bringing justice once again—slipped from your hands, which had now a visible shake in them—and onto the ground below with a thud, rolling away.

Heiji captured his lower lip between his teeth's, gnawing at skin in slight anxiousness. Observing you, Heiji raced his mind of ways to distract you—bringing you away from the scene, from something of a sort of false truth you wished, longed, to be true again—and calm you down before your anger could rise.

You rarely got angry as you're a more peaceful person with sincere attitude of positive and genuine love energy. Only a handful, be it people or things, could make your fuse go into an explosion.

Though when you got angry, when the fuse start to spark and make the anger bubbling inside you—till it bursts into flames of fury—oh lord, than you weren't a pleasant person to be around.

»Are you telling me, that he–he isn't–isn't.....Shin–Shini......« your voice faltered, died out in uncertainty of unbelievable.

Heiji knew—from the way you first narrowed your eyes at Okuda, the person who fooled you into thinking that he was your dear brother—who disappeared once without a word and now reappears again—how your hands are clenched into fists, so hard that your knuckles turned white and how your narrowed stare turned into a angry sneer—that your about to strike Okuda down with every possibility of your strength in Qing Mado. After all, you weren't in the top 5 of ranks for nothing.

Heiji was able to catch you when you leapt forward with a raised fist. Okuda did a fearful step back.

»This fucker! I will smash him into the ground! He had now fucking right to imposante as Shinichi! NO RIGHT! I–fucking let me go Heiji or I swear to god I will fucking smash you into the ground too!«

And in the next seconds, you grabbed Heiji's arms and judo flipped him over your shoulder and onto the ground. Leaving him breathless for a moment.

While Heiji regained his breath, he glanced towards Ran and Shinichi—the actual one, who tried his best to take cover behind Ran—and Heiji, for once, felt absolutely angry at his best friend—who couldn't dare to give you one fucking simple call, because if he had it wouldn't be like this today.

You had charged at the false Shinichi, punching him across the face and pummel him into the ground. Sitting on top of him, you grabbed his shirt collar and shook him anger.

They all watched in shock how you, the oh so sweet and kind [Name] they all knew, shouted threatening profanity at Okuda—and how you gave him a punch after another, letting your fury completely free.

The audacity—you sneered in visibly barging anger—to imposante as your brother, is something unforgivable to do and wouldn't be forgiven, not when you waited all those damned months—almost a year had passed—without any news, signs and calls from Shinichi.

»HOW DARE YOU TO IMPOSE AS MY BROTHER AND FRAMING HIM FOR A CRIME, JUST BECAUSE YOU FUCKER COULDN'T ACCEPT THE TRUTH!«

Because how low must be someone's morals, their values of integrity and beliefs, dropping to do such horrendous acts of so called "self-justification"

How desperate someone could become, to impose—undergo surgery even—as another person and commit murder in their name, to make them into a killer and frame them for such inhumane actions.

And that's all because, a truth of justice and evidence couldn't be accepted.

Heiji pulled you off from Okuda, taking every hit from your trashing around in his arms—as you tried to free yourself from his hold, wanting to beat the asshole all bloody more—and brought you to one at the benches, near the vending machines.

~~~

Heiji didn't say anything, when you cried in his arms, knowing well from first hand experience that sometimes silence comforts more than the mere words of actual comforting meaning.

It wasn't the first time you've cried over Shinichi's absence. There had been many nights where you bawled your eyes out, thinking of gruesome possibilities of what could happen to your brother to make him as of what he is now—gone and nothing but a mere fading memory.

But this was different—as you really had thought that Shinichi had finally returned and even when it seemed that your brother had lost his memories—you could live with this as long as he was back—your crumbling hope was rising like a flame, believing naive and dumbly that everything was turning good again.

Though once again it felt too good to be true, because in the end, it was nothing but a fraud—ripping the fragile hope in your broken—but ever so mending—heart apart and leaving behind a mess of piercing pain.

Maybe you should just accept the possibility of reality, that Shinichi perhaps was dead—all along from the day he disappeared to the here and now of present.

Perhaps you also shouldn't have fought for your life back then—when Daiki had kidnapped you and all you wanted was to die as well, having willingly accepted your fate as you hadn't any goal or ounce of hope left in you—but when Conan told you such blatant lie, that Shinichi had called and would be back home soon, you thought—living once more to see Shinichi's smile was enough to keep going against your wishes of death.

»I really–I thought, that–I thought, that it was–was Shinichi.....« you choked out, hiding your face more in Heiji's neck.

»I know, I know, sunshine. C'mon deep breaths, in and out, just like we practiced. Yeah, just like that, ya doing good« whispered Heiji, rubbing your back and praising you when you did the breathing patterns.

If Heiji could, he would've told you in a heartbeat that Shinichi is here and alive—freeing you from the painful pressure of heartache you living through ever since with the loss of your brother—but he couldn't, have promised—vowed—to never tell the secret of who Conan actually is.

The amount of times Heiji had to bite his tongue to not say anything to you—because if you would knew the actual truth, you would cause havoc and unleash a fury at them—and he never felt any remorse guilt about it nor anger about it before, to tell you minimal lies—but now Heiji does and for once he wanted to punch his best friend for being so absolutely stupid.

»Come, Officer Kogawa said she's gonna drive us back to the City and then we could take a nap in our hotelroom and afterwards we can go and have a nice dinner, watcha think, sounds splendid doesn't it?« said Heiji, prepping your face with kisses, before standing up.

You wiped the remaining tears from your eyes, rubbing your face and—besides the upcoming migraine you felt pounding in your head—managed a small smile at Heiji.

»Yeah, that sounds real good« you agreed, leaning against Heiji as he placed his Cap onto your head and slung his arm around you—pulling you close.

For a moment you felt bold; cradling Heiji's face in your hands, pulling him down and gave him the biggest kiss on the cheek.

»Not that I don't appreciate it, but what for sunshine?« asked Heiji, grinning at you—have been taken by surprise with your action.

»No reasons, except for you being the best in my humble life and do you wanna know how much I love you Heiji?«

»How much?«

»Endless, like the universe«

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Flirtatious Conversation

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

Requested by -> Anon

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»And here they go again,« muttered Sachiko, rolling her eyes in a slight annoyance—fixing her sight on the boys, one table, next to her—followed by a sigh, blowed out after taking a sip from her Iced Coffee.

Ran and Sonoko gave her a questionably look, not knowing—even when they have followed Sachiko's line of sight—what their friend meant and when Conan, after coming out with Kazuha from the Coffee Shop with another round of drinks and sweets for everyone, piped up about how Heiji and you are at each other again—they're still confused.

»They're flirting again. Which isn't really the problem, it's just....man, it's neither overly gagging cheesy or anything like that, but the more you listen to it, the more you think you're in some Romance movie.« explained Sachiko, taking another sip from her Coffee—emptying it out and starting with the next cup—and Ran and Sonoko, straining their hearing a bit, started to listen in.

»Summer doesn't make me sweat, but your beauty does.« started Heiji, grinning when you hide your face behind your cup of (f.drink) and a glowering hue spread over your skin.

Then, ever so slowly, your lips curled into a smile on their own—eyes twinkling with certainty of upcoming confidence and boldness—because you too can make your boyfriend getting all schoolboys shy, although not as good as Heiji can be, but enough to make his knees buckle in weakness.

»Oh really? Well, if I would be a criminal, you would be the only detective who captured my heart.«

»The sun shining is nothing compared to your smile.«

»You're no Detective of love, you're my knight in shining armour.«

»And you're my prince I'm destined to save.«

Sonoko and Ran, they longer they're listen to Heiji and your—supposed—flirting, had to keep their chuckles low and hidden—finding it amusing how these two tried their best, even when there were far more better ways of flirting, to make one another crumbling into a putty mess of love from the other.

Sachiko was right, the lines weren't overly cheesy, but neither were they the best as well—could be better.

»You're magnetic like the moon to the water.«

»Seeing you in Kendo, takes my breath away.«

»My heart beats like a thousand miles, whenever I'm near you.«

»I want to be your Mystery you can't solve.«

»Are they doing that often?« asked Sonoko in curiosity, never had—like Sachiko, Kazuha or Conan—witnessed anything like that between you and Heiji.

»Only once a month.« said Kazuha shaking her head a bit.

»But that's already enough to endure. Especially when these two lovebirds trying to make it into a competition of whoever goes speechless first.« comment Sachiko, giving Conan (f.drink) into the hands and nudging him towards you.

»Ne, [Name]! Look! Another cup of (f.drink) for you!« Conan calls out loudly to you, skipping towards you happily—climbing onto your lap and started to tell you something about his latest school project.

»Did you just send Conan as a stop to them?» asked Ran in a hushed whisper.

»Maybe.« Sachiko shrugged her shoulders, before adding that this is the far easiest way to make them stop.

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03. Sensitivity

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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Back in your hotel room, you got down from Heiji's back—limping in slow waddle motion like a penguin towards the bed, too exhausted to change (besides the shoes, which you kicked off) out of clothes and into more comfy ones, laying down onto the bed—moaning out of pain and frustration as your legs still aching and the once dulling pain, from the icepack, flaring up again—wanting nothing more than to sleep, even when it would be such a few hours—migraine already pounding and adding to your burden of current health issues.

»Where did ya put yer medications?« asked Heiji, taking off his jacket and cap, crouching down to your open luggage already.

»In that...uhh...tiny thingy....that bag with the first-aid logo...« you mumble out, eyes closing every so often—seeing your boyfriend only in a slight blurriness, glasses laying somewhere on the bed next to you.

Heiji searched through your clothes—noticing its mostly his clothes, which you never had given back when he had lend them to you, always finding it cute whenever you would wear them—and the few books, mystery crime novels and mangas, you brought along—having found the neon-green bag quickly and zipping it open.

»They ain' in here.« Heiji had looked in your medical-bag twice and besides the other various pills and medications—antidepressants, anti-anxiety, pills for insomnia, painkillers and so on—you had to take more than often, the ones for migraines weren't in there though.

»No! That can't be!« you cried out in disbelief, sitting up instantly—moaning out from the upcoming pain again—crawling off from the bed, letting yourself tumbling down onto the floor and moving to your luggage.

You rummaged through your clothes, tossing the books and everything bulky looking outside and doing a double check again—but nothing, absolutely nothing.

»I had them packed! Heiji! I swear I packed them! I couldn't just forget them!« emphasising your words, you looked at Heiji with a stressed expression and wobbly lips—raking your hands through your hair, gripping it tightly.

Besides the few times, in the very beginning when you had freshly started with your medications, you had never dared to forget them—double-checking twice whenever you pack your bag, making sure they all were there when needed.

So getting told one kind of your pills aren't packed in the bag—as they should be though—makes you questioning yourself with some doubt about your still remaining capacity of independency.

You let yourself fall down into the pile of clothes, burying your face into the fabrics, doubling over from the next upcoming headache wave—and damping them with your tears.

»Hey, hey, my sunshine it's gonna be alright. I'll go to the pharmacy real quick and get ya some of yer painkillers,« assured Heiji you, rubbing your back in comfort.

»You....can't. All my medications....they are....prescriptions...« you shook your head, knowing that Heiji—even when he meant well—wouldn't be able to receive them, not without an official authorisation permission from your Doctors.

»Nah, Imma get ya some painkillers. I promise. Just, stay here, I'll be quick.« Heiji leaned down, kissing the top of your head and throwing his jacket—like a blanket—over you.

~~~

When Heiji had reached the Central Pharmacy—a far bigger one with much more logistics than the smaller shops—the sun had completely disappeared down the sky by now, making space for the night—and although the night had started, the streets are still crowded as if it was midday.

Stepping inside, Heiji was greeted with the cool breeze from the AC—an stark contrast to the still warm air outside—walking up to the reception, greeting the Lady politely and stating his kind of problem.

Heiji hoped, despite him not having the needed prescriptions or permission papers, they would be understanding enough to gave your medications out to him—otherwise if not, he would have to buy you some low dosed cheap ones and those kinds wouldn't be strong enough to relief you from the pressuring pain.

Heiji knows—from first hand experience, during the time when you both had freshly started to date—just how strong your migraines could be, how painful they are for you—remembering well that one time, where you collapsed all of sudden—withering and doubling over in pain—almost crushing his hand, when you had to endure the pain for the rest of the day without any painkillers. 

»Of course. Do you have perhaps any other sort of authorisations ID with you? Otherwise we have to clarify check any information of the patient with what you know and if you can't get a score of at least 85% we have to decline your request.«

Heiji took his wallet out, getting his own ID and the Emergency Card—which he had gotten from your Parents, after your kidnapping—hoping those were sufficient enough for clarification.

»Aah. You don't need any official authorisation documents from the doctors, if you have the Emergency Card with you as it serves as a permission clarification just as well and is more easily to scan and grand access.« explained the lady, chuckling a bit in amusement.

~~~

After unlocking the door with the keycard, getting inside and closing the door with a slight kick of his foot—Heiji sat the bags down onto the nightstand.

»[Name]? I'm back. I got ya painkillers and brought us some snacks and drinks too,« 

When Heiji didn't saw you laying on the bed—forgetting that you had decided to stay on the floor, instead of moving back—he checked the bathroom and when he found it void of your presence too, Heiji felt a minimal panic rising up—till he remembers where you were and sighed in relief.

Kneeling down to you, Heiji shook you gently awake—had you really fallen asleep in your open luggage—droving his hand through your hair and caressing your cheek.

Stirring awake, you looked at Heiji with squinting eyes—that bit of sleep, which only seemed to have lasted for nothing more than 30 minutes, was clustering enough for your eyes.

»Hey Sleepyhead, ya think ya can get up?« asked Heiji, already turning your body sideways slightly—sliding his hands under your back and knee pit, picking you up.

You only mumbled an »Nuuh« out, rubbing your eyes.

»Thought so,« Heiji placed you down onto the bed and you sucked in a breath once you felt the softness of the mattress—holding back an moan of pain, when Heiji stretched your legs out.

Fairly awake now, you sat up a bit. Taking the bottle of Cola from Heiji—hands shaking slightly as you popped in two pills and gulping down half of the bottle.

»How did you.....«

»Emergency card.« 

»A what?«

»Emergency Card, got it from yer parents, after.....ya know.....and it serves like a permission slip too, apparently way easier to scan and grand access«

Nodding, you took another sip of your Cola. Must be something new as you never heard of it and neither Mrs.Tanaka or Dr.Akiyama had mentioned this so called Emergency Card before.

»Look what I got ya from the pharmacy as well! The pharmacist says it will help sooth the pain and cramping in yer legs.« Heiji fished out a tube from the bag, showing it to you before unclasping it. 

Pouring a good amount of cream-gel onto his hands, Heiji started to smear it on your leg and you didn't know what caused it—the icy coldness of that cream, Heiji's hands alone or the flaring sensation of pain—but your leg jerked up and crashed almost with Heiji's face, if he hadn't moved away quickly.

»Waa...whaa....what are you doing?!« stammering, feeling a rush of heat in your face, you looked at Heiji as if he was out of his mind.

»Massaging yer legs?«

»I– why? You–you.....you don't need to!« 

If it weren't for those stupid cramps and that horrible pain, you would have moved your legs away in an instant and hiding them in the blankets.

It's already bad enough that your legs are bare—so naked—but that's your own stupid fault though as you had decided to wear shorts after wall, simply because you never were a person for jeans or any long pants.

And it wasn't because of your naked skin that you didn't want Heiji near your legs, but because of all those scars you had now—which you had received during your survival fight with Daiki and they were a constant reminder—especially your silted wrist scar—of how weak (and what failure) you are—which you didn't want Heiji to see.

Because you couldn't stomach those thoughts, that Heiji—the man you loved so much with a love so deeply rooted in your heart, which collides every so often like a wave within a wave and crashing onto the land, sending you skyrocket high like ecstasy would do—found you ugly and unattractive.

You're ugly—had known this ever since—never believed in the delusion that you're pretty or even remotely close of being attractive in the slightest—not like all those other boys and girls and sometimes you wonder why Heiji dates you, when there are other people out there which are much more attractive and better match for him.

Such thoughts alone brought the tears welling up in your eyes and as if you weren't already an emotional wreck beforehand, you now felt even more like a burden of deadweight—sniffling, you rubbed your eyes in a desperate attempt to make these damn tears stop.

But they didn't stop, flowing more and more like a waterfall—the first sobs coming through your wobbly lips, clamping your mouth shut to hold them off—because dear god, these fucking thoughts alone of Heiji frowning upon you with disgust and judgement would send you into self-loathing and resentment

If strangers gave such stares and scrutinising you with their eyes of judgment and trash talking gossip, you wouldn't give a fuck and walk around with confidence—but Heiji is no stranger, he's your boyfriend and his opinion—how he views you as a human being—about you does matter.

»Hey, hey, what's with the tears? Is it the pain? Are yer migraines coming back? Ya want another pill? Hey, c'mon talk to me, Sunshine,« Heiji grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiping his hands off.

He wasn't sure what caused the sudden sensation of tears in you—there are too many reasons for it to be, to discerns the right cause—but whatever it was and even when it would be a dumb reason, Heiji wanted to make it stop—taking the cause of your tears away from you.

With the intake of your medications there had come a certain amount of emotionally sensitivity with it and on some days even a simple „Thank you“ or just seeing the sky above brought you to cry.

Heiji had taken ahold of your wrist—feeling the bumpy scarred skin beneath his fingers and a beginning of a thought as of why you seemed in tears crossed his mind—prying them in a gentle manner from your face. 

»Hey, hey, c'mon what's the matter? Ya can tell me, ya know?« Heiji tried to coaxed it out from you, wanting to hear it from yourself—with your own words of voice—that you're feeling insecure, but you stayed silent and perhaps he have to approach this minor bump with a bolder take of action.

You glanced up at Heiji, just for a moment—already expecting an expression of disgust, but were met with nothing of the sorts—a soft smile gracing his lips and your poor heart soared at such sight.

Heiji leaned down, ever so slowly coming near and nearer towards your face, till his lips collided with yours—his hands coming up to hold your head, stabilising—and closing the proximity between the two of you.

Eyes fluttering shut, lips moving along the motions and butterflies—no, fireworks sparkling in your stomach and your heart burned like a flame.

Once the kiss had ended, Heiji pecked your lips once more before moving away—the both of you looked at one another.

»[Name]. There's no need to feel insecure or ashamed of yer scars. Ya might not believe me, but there ain' a thought crossing my mind of me finding ya ugly. I could never stop lovin' ya and if I ever shoulda do, a lightning shoulda strike me into deaths arms! And ya know why?«

».....why?« 

»Because, silly, I love ya for who ya are and not for how yer look. Simply as ever isn't it? I love ya and only ya.«

Heiji had engulfed you into a hug, pulling you close and let himself falling down to the spacey side of the bed, bringing you along—the both of you forgetting momentarily your cramping legs.

You wanted to laugh, hiding your face in the crook of Heiji's neck, that's a similar thing what you have once told him—when he had asked you, why you never got mad at him for mostly standing you up on dates and choosing crime solving over you.

»How 'bout we both take a nice hot bath together and then I'll massages ya legs till these nasty cramps are gone, does that sounds good?«

»Yeah, that sounds about nice,«

~~~

When Heiji awoke in the middle of the night—the TV, which played now some sappy love dramas on the channel instead of the movies they watched before, being the only light source—the first thing he did was to check on you.

Knowing that you're well and next to him—safe in his arms, where he could hold you close and not fearing you might would vanish forever into nothing—gives him a feeling of relief and happiness, builds him up with confidence and strength to not give up so easily whenever he felt like he wasn't enough.

You had your own load of insecurities and so does Heiji—because sometimes he felt as he wasn't a good enough boyfriend for you, that you deserved way better, that's he nothing but a failure who couldn't even keep his vows to never let you get hurt—but your sole love and how much faith you had in him was enough.

Oh baby I can't stop my love for you,

because this heart belongs to you and only you

[sunny-mercya]

Given

02. Cold Crash

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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Sitting on a bench, all by your lonesome self—in a park during the late evening hours, where the sun starts to set ever so slowly and casting shadows over the city—and waiting for Heiji to return, you hoped at least he does, was nothing but boredom.

You would have, after the argument with Heiji, gone back to the hotel—if it weren't for your legs still cramping—sending electrocuting waves of pain whenever you moved an inch—and aching with scorching warmth in discomforting pickling numbness.

Your legs—which had taken the most damage during your kidnapping (and any other accidents you might have encountered)—are really useless now, aren't they?

You scoffed out a laugh, hitting your hand against your thigh on purpose—ignoring the pain—wanting to feel the this permanent uselessness, which would forever remain now in your life, once again.

You had long accepted the fact, that you probably never would be able to run great distances anymore—not without putting a massive strain into your muscles and bringing up the nerve wrecking pain—nor participating actively in the many courses and club activities you do as most of them required the use of legs—like gymnastics, traditional dancing, theatrics and of course Qing Mado.

While you could live with it of not doing your other activities at all anymore—the thought of having to quit Qing Mado all together now, gave you unpleasant feelings.

Without Qing Mado you felt as if you really are nothing and useless. This particular material-arts had given your life—when you had been an angry child back then—a new perspective, brought a feeling of worthiness and confidence in you.

You blinked away your tears of self swallowing pity party—there's nothing you could do about anyways. 

You thought about texting Heiji, asking him when he would possibly finish, so he could pick you up—but you didn't want to bother him any more than you already had.

~~~

You shirked loudly, flinching visibly when something cold touched your cheek. Snapping your head to the side, you looked with wide eyes at whoever it was—coming face to face with Heiji, who looks apologetic at you.

»It's just me, didn't meant to scare ya......look, I uhm....I've got ya Cola and an Ice-bag« Heiji took a seat next to you.

»Fuck off.« you frowned up at him with a glare, feeling a rise of anger. You weren't in the mood to see Heiji and neither do you want him around you at this peculiar moment—even when it meant, sitting the whole night on that bench.

After all, what right did he had to come back to you, after saying something so cruel to you—leaving you behind all by yourself as if you were nothing but some discarding toy he got bored off and then had the audacity to be here, spooking you and believing when he offers a Can of Cola you would greet him happily?

Heiji ignored your cussing at him—knowing it's deserving—doesn't give a reply back, pulling you with a swift motion onto his lap—stretching your legs on the remaining space of the bench out.

You bit onto your lower lip, holding back to cry—more like screaming—out in pain, when Heiji had done that, the sudden movement of your legs—which you hadn't moved in the last few hours, to keep the pain at bay—caused a high spiking wave of something akin to getting stabbed over and over again.

Something icy cold had being placed on your legs and while you could hold back that cry, the upcoming moan—which were so shamefully loud and you're glad no one, besides the two of you, is in the park anymore—you couldn't, not when the coldness—which swept through your skin and into your bones—felt like such a relieving bliss and begun to numb the scorching hot pain.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and out of habit you laid your head against Heiji's shoulder. Enjoying—despite you still feeling angry at Heiji and wanting nothing more but to push him down onto the ground or hitting his legs just as hard as how your legs felt—the warmth of his arms, those strong arms which always makes you feel safe and secured, around you.

»Knew it would help with ya pain« Heiji commented it so causal as if he wasn't aware, that he's the cause of your current situation of discomfort.

Heiji knew what he had said to you, wasn't something light to shrug off. He had hurt your feelings and you had every right to be mad at him.

Heiji would apologise later to you, telling you that he didn't meant what he had said to you—but now he just wants to hold you close in his arms, showing he's here and not leaving you anymore alone—then he had already done—when you needed him.

»Shouldn't you be at this crime scene and searching for a potential serial killer?« you asked, tapping the Cola Can with your fingertips before opening it and taking a few sips from it.

»I figured they don't need me and that they're very capable of doing it without me.« he tells you admittedly and because Heiji realised what massive asshole he was towards you.

»This is......nice.....just you and me, I wish to have such often.« there's a underlying sadness in your voice as you spoke in a whisper, nuzzling more into the crook of Heiji's neck—and when Heiji had taken a long sip from your Cola—after you had offered him the Can—he had tightened his hold around you.

~~~

Eventually you begun to doze off in Heiji arms. Your soft breath—besides the rustling leaves from the every so often breeze—was the only rushing sound in Heiji ears.

»I'm such a big idiot, aren' I?« the question was a whisper to himself—clenching his eyes shut when a stringing wetness started to build up.

Despite what Heiji had said to you—those cruel things of words, which he spewed in a heat of momentary small rushed childish anger and weren't meant to be true—you never were at faults for what happened to you as Heiji believes it had been his.

Because if Heiji hadn't so loudly and overconfidently proclaimed that he wouldn't leave your side and keep you safe, as promised—but did it anyways, dropping you in a heartbeat to do what he always does, going after crimes—then you wouldn't have been taken and it also wouldn't have ended in you getting hurt.

Once the wind had picked up on coldness and the sun sinking even further down, Heiji nudge you awake—out of your dozing, 

»C'mon sleepy prince, let's get ya back to the hotel«

».....can't walk....« 

»I'll carry ya, my prince,«

[sunny-mercya]

Given

01. Arguments

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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I can't stop my love for you

I'll become your everything, I believe in your promise to never let go of my hand as we walk

The day had started good—weather sunny and temperature mildly warm, a good transition from Spring to Summer—which put a stop to the called Winter-Depression, freeing the soul and make it glow with love for life again—and overall a perfect day to do some adventuring outside.

After getting ready in your hotel room—still too shy to sleepover at Heiji's house (and in all sworn secrecy honesty, you're still intimidated by his father)—choosing a oversized shirt in light blue with prints of stars on it and—besides of how your legs are looking now—some shorts to wear, deciding against a jacket today—you made your way towards the lobby and outside, where Heiji promised to wait for you.

It wasn't your first time in Osaka, had visited the City more than once within the last two years—but it always brought excitement, when you visit again and doing—despite knowing the spots already—sightseeing with Heiji, who lights up like a child on christmas whenever he could show you his city once again.

Heiji greets you with a smile—one of his bashful one, which makes your heart soar from the sight alone—taking your hand in his and started to tell you about the places—you had seeing more than trice—he's going to show you and the restaurants you two would try out.

Sometimes Heiji could be a gluttony, when it comes to any food stall or restaurant in Osaka—always liking to try out new dishes and wanting to eat as much as he could.

»Which Restaurant did you pick this time?« 

»I thought about one of the local ones, where we had went last time. Probably the one with the spicy takoyaki.«

You hummed in response. Spiciness was another topic for itself, while you could stomach only a bit of it—not more than one (milde) spicy dish—before it brings your stomach into uncomfortable cramping rumblings, Heiji couldn't seem to have it spicy enough—adding, when the food was already labelled as Extreme Spicy, even more to it.

Although those spicy Takoyaki were indeed delicious and you aren't against it to eat them again—perhaps more than your stomach could tolerate.

~~~

You hadn't thought much about it—idly strolling with Heiji through the streets and looking at various shops—when you saw the third police car passing by in a speed, but when a fourth car passed—Heiji pulled out his phone and dials a number.

You raised a eyebrow at your boyfriend, not in the mood to overthrow today's current plans—which you had looked forward to—and visiting a potential murder crime scene—once again—having to spending the remaining day, without even having lunch first, there and just standing around like accessories (or a liability).

Before you could ask Heiji, more like reminding him not to chase any criminals down today, he had already ended the call—pocketing back his phone, grabbing your hand—more like sizing your wrist in a tight grip—and dragging you through the crowds of people.

At some point he had picked up on speed and once reaching the park, Heiji begun to run—forcing you to do so too, his grip on your wrist a tad bit tight—and when the first cramps—which you had felt way before already—starting to spread like prickling needles, you know what's about to happen.

»Heiji! Heiji wait! Please, slow down. We need to stop, Heiji!« you shouted, begging your boyfriend to slow down with his running—while dragging you along.

Your legs started to cramp up even more, the sharp pain which shoot through like electricity—drew a hiss from your lips.

Heiji did slowed down, letting go of you, stopping in his tracks and turning around to you. 

»C'mon don't be such a slow poke now. There's a crime scene, probably the next victim of that rumoured Serial Killer and we need ta be there, before the police close up their investigations!«

Bending down a bit and huffing out a breath, placing your hands on your tights—gripping sightly into your skin to accumulate the pain, at least hoping to do so—you furrowed your eyebrows, frowning up at your boyfriend.

»Heiji, I–I can't anymore. My legs are hurting and I need to sit down.....and besides you don't have to be at every crime scene, you know? The inspectors and police officers can handle this on their own. So why don't we just continue with what we have planned for today?«

»As a Detective I hafta ta be there!«

»No you don't! You're actually only a Highschooler and no Detective. You can't just be–«

»Oh really? I'm no Detective?« 

»No you aren't.« you didn't elaborate any further, not having the nerves to discuss this topic—which always seems upsetting for Heiji—once again and trying to explain to your Boyfriend why he technically and theoretically isn't as of current a Detective at all. 

»Well it's certainly not my damn fault that ya being so stupid and got yerself kidnapped and having useless legs now!«

»Heiji?! Now you're being mean–«

»Ya know what. Just stay here, so ya won't be a bother for me.« Heiji scoffed, the annoyance—towards you—showing on his face, turning around and started to jog away—leaving you behind.

~~~

Sitting on the bench, after limping back through the park, you tried to hold yourself together the best you could—not wanting to break down and cry, because that's what seemed to be the only thing you're doing anyways these days—getting sensitive about everything and being a big nuisance of an crybaby, appearing weak.

It hurt what Heiji had said to you and if these were his honest thoughts and feelings towards you, than it's cruel that he hadn't told you such things sooner—because if he had, than maybe you wouldn't feel like wanting to dig out your eyes or hiding in some dark corner somewhere.

It's like a damn curse that wherever you went, be it with Heiji or Conan and Ran, there always happened to be a murder case—as if they were a magnet for such monstrosity crimes or more like, they're the death-angel themselves.

And of course these Cases always had priority over every- and anything, making the minds of certain people blank and nothing else seemed to matter anymore.

You're not against it—far from such thoughts—that Heiji wants to be a Detective—he's a brilliant one and you would support his decision of career the best you could—it's just, sometimes you wished he wouldn't leap right away into the depths of potential danger all the time and risking his life for justice—and sometimes you wished.....(it sounds selfish).....Heiji would be just content enough to only spend time with you.

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

13. Osaka Trip - Fever Migraine

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Plantonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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Words like violence Break the silence

Come crashing in into my little world

Can't you understand oh my little boy

Pleasures remain So does the pain

You wished to be deaf—wanting, if you weren't chained, to stab repeatedly something into your eardrums and making them bleed—never wanting to hear your own voice—the banshee like screams of horror and pain which came ripping, like a claw, through your throat—ever again.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin, his fawning breath with his heavy breathing and grunts down your face—next to your ear—and your own disgusting shameful moans—which are mixed with the cries and screams of begging him to stop—just stop—and the breathless gaps of whimpering in between—are an cursed reminding melody in your mind.

Blood—your blood, so crimson and rich in colour—which, now dried and sticky on your skin, leaked—beside the white sperm, out from your below and leaving a puddle to lay in behind.

Daiki wasn't gentle (and never would be) like Heiji—whenever you both had sex, when that certain magnetic pull came over the both of you and bringing forth a passionate lust—no, Daiki was mercilessly and brutal.

Daiki had rammed, without warning and any preparations, inside you and with such a force it got you bleeding—but he didn't stopped, thrusting even deeper into you that you thought........what did you thought?

Ever since Daiki had you locked up—in sense of being bound, chained, to an room you couldn't escape out form—your head feels like a constant static, buzzing with way too loud sounds of crashing and hissing—a chalkboard scratching in your brain it was.

Consciousness comes and goes from you—barely awake during most times to really gather a proper sense of thoughts and neither aware of the surroundings—stuck in a dreamless—sometimes haunting—limbo of surrealism with its absurdity of illusion and loss for the reality you should feel to be in.

Minds so full of a daze, you believed first you're shitfaced drunk—only having come close to it, during a Disco night with Sachiko—and that's why you could barely remember in gathering your own thoughts.

But even so, if that would be the case, then why is this loopy feeling—which spins your head like a carousel around—still present?

A pressuring pain hammers in the back of your head and echoing through your skull—and even with this loopy feeling, you knew a Migraine was coming.

Migraines either coming in a hurricane full force or slow crawling towards you—whichever way it was, the immense pressuring pain—which could make you black out sometimes—was always the same and without any sort of painkillers or ice cold baths to help reduce it, the pain was unbearable to even consider to be awake at all.

Sometimes it got so bad—when your ears starts to feel clouded up with cotton, a shiver down your spine and the sensation of numb tingling through your body—you had the urge to vomit and cruel up.

And although knowing how awful your migraines are, you rather take this suffering—than the pain Daiki inflicts you with.

Daiki says it's love and you beg to differ—this is anything but certainly not love, because what he does to you is a twisted thing of humanity rottenness.

~~~

Unlocking your chains, Daiki hoisted you up and carried you into the bathroom downstairs. Sure, whenever he does it—quite frequently as Daiki likes, what he always would say without being asked, his dear husband nicely clean after rounds of endless love making—you could made a run for it, but with how loopy and tired you felt, it wouldn't be far.

»I know, I know, dear. You having a headache, but I'm here and got what you need.« hushed Daiki after he draws a bath—with too much bubbles in it and a strong fragrance smell—and sats you in.

Pouring a cup of water—the temperatures way too hot for your liking, skin melting it feels—over you and tilting your head back, Daiki shows the bright orange pill which he holds up.

»See? And I'll give it to you, if you giving me, your perfect husband, a kiss~« to prove his point, Daiki places the pill in between his lips.

Staring blankly at Daiki, you weighed this generous offer out—Daiki wasn't really a kind person and when he does such small gestures of kindness to you, it always end up with another stab of pain afterwards.

Kissing Daiki on your own—and not having his lips being forced on yours—would feel as if you really had cheated on Heiji now—it's already bad enough that you, unwillingly, slept with Daiki and this alone makes you ashamed enough and guilt ridden—and you couldn't do that to him.

Would Heiji even still want to be together with you, when you eventually break free from this starting of hell? Probably not.

»Oh?« was all Daiki said and in a flash of seconds, forced you underwater.

Your legs kicked up, splashing water everywhere. Mouth agape in a gaps of shock, letting the water inflate your lungs.

There's definitely a difference between trying to drown yourself and getting drowned by someone else—and the latter sparked more fear in you—as it resurfaced back the memory of when you were a child and accidentally slipping into a park pond, which also makes you hesitate to swim and step into water ever since.

Back at the surface, above the water, you coughed and coughed—getting the water out your lungs.

You wonder, if you somehow managed to kill yourself while being here—it wouldn't be too much of a disappointment for the others.

Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears

Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by

Once upon a time I was in Love

Now I'm only falling apart

Total Eclipse of the heart

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

12. Osaka Trip - Dubious Love Making

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Plantonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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Warning -> Mention of sexual assault and explicit content

Do you feel my heat on your skin?

Take off your clothes

Blow out the fire

Don't be so shy, shy, shy

Your flush heated face—which was not only sweaty from excessive up building heat, but also covered with his seeds, he had poured over you hours ago—and your glassy eyes, which shone with spilling tears, brought a hidden lust filled beast out of Daiki.

It's the way how you moaned out—the slight gaps you do whenever he bites your skin—and how you squirmed in whimpers beneath him, whenever he thrust himself deeper into your tight little hole—which brought the excitement for Daiki.

Daiki had many women before, had countless times sex—although more than once monotonous and not stimulating enough, despite doing his usual routine—with them, but you're his first boy to fuck into oblivion and good old love—and the expression you made, how your body responds to his simple touches of pleasure, could never be compared to what he had with women's before.

From the moment he had seen you in the Disco—your beauty beyond compare, how your body moves and the way your voice sounded—Daiki knew you're definitely something special and he would do anything to have you—after all, you're his one true love, his destined partner from the fates themselves and his meant to be househusband.

So taken you—kidnapping is such a vulgar word to use and he only took what was rightfully his in the first place—was rather, disappointing, easy as all he had to do was; walking towards you, slinging his arm around you—the way he had seen Hattori—your Boyfriend, which that dumb boy isn't in actuality as Daiki is your only husband—doing it and injecting you with a little dose of sedatives.

Once back home—only a temporary home though, for the meantime he has to train you into being the perfect submissive househusband—Daiki brought you upstairs and laid you down onto the blanket covered ground, chaining you up—a precaution to keep you close and out of possible self inflicted injuries—and undress you right away, from clothes he deemed not fit enough to your beauty.

Caressing your naked skin, starting from the neck and all the way down to your legs and what lays in between, Daiki really wants to ruin your beautiful pure like skin—with bite marks, scratches, bruises and blood pouring wounds.

He might had to inject a much higher dose of sedatives into you—because you had struggled and fought against him immensely on the first day, when you awoke from your short slumber—but look what it got him at the end!

You moaning loudly beneath him, arching your back—hips buckling—when he made you come a third time, after thrusting into you much deeper and with more force, filling you up with his seeds again.

~~~

Sitting between your legs, Daiki repeatedly stabs the small knife into your right thigh. Glaring at you, he wonders why you weren't responsive anymore—were you already tired? Couldn't be, he only had sex with you for a whole day, but then what could it be?

Daiki grinned, an idea forming in his head—knowing a good way to bring you back into the mood.

Placing your right leg over his shoulder, Daiki took the knife and inserted it into your—still leaking—hole, moving in and out before twisting it around and ramming it deep inside.

The way your body jerks upwards—at least trying to as the wire around your neck holds you back and drew a breath sucking gaps from you—and how you started to scream, was such a pleasing sight to witness.

»That's what you like, don't you my little whore? Oh dear, tell me sooner you want some small jabs of pain during our honeymoon sex«

Daiki pulled the knife out, continuing to stab wounds into your thighs and arms, tracing your skin and cutting once in awhile into it—before tossing it away, placing his hands around your neck—making the barbedwire dig deeper into your skin—and starting to choke you into unconsciousness.

I can't decide wether you should live or die

Please don't hang your head and cry

This tainted love you've been given

I give you all a boy could give

Tainted love, oh, tainted love

[sunny-mercya]

I can´t stop my love for you

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

Masterlist

The writing might look a bit rusty, because after good 5 years it is.

                                  I can't stop my love for you,

You drove with your hand through Heijis hair, ruffling it up a bit. You always found it endearing when Heiji was sleeping. A rare time where he looked so relaxed and at peace with himself—his mind, which was plagued with; murders, corpses, solving cases and the daily stress of being a Teen. You fingers wander on their own for some time.

You gave him a peck on the cheek and freed yourself from his hugging arms around you.

Stretching yourself as you stood up, you walked towards the sideboard of your Hotel room. It was time to make some Tea, even if it would probably wake your Boyfriend up, but it was almost late afternoon after all. So it's justified in some way.

You hummed an songs tune, question it a bit to yourself why you were only wearing trunks and one of Heijis shirts. Which were just a tiny bit bigger than your size. Perhaps of last night? You vaguely remember to be carried

Heiji fully awoke from his slumber once the Kettle has been turned on. He was awake before but fall back asleep, thanks to your finger tracing. Which he found quite enjoyable.

Heiji sat up, ruffed his hair and rubbed his eyes. Getting the remaining sleep out. He watched you, how you swayed a bit and hummed some song.

For a second he narrowed his eyes. Despite what happen last night, due his own—selfish—foolishness, you seemed to be fit enough again. Which reliefs Heiji but also makes him worry.

»Aah, your already awake. Here a cup of Tea for you, would have make Coffee for us, but Tea sounds better.« you smiled at him, giving him the Cup and turned around. Started to pick up the discarding clothes on the floor.

Acting so causal as if nothing had happened and something uncomfortable stirred inside Heiji.

»You really need to start to pack some hoodies too when we go on trips. Honestly Jiji, your jacket alone doesn't count. Ya know, we will go shopping for some hoodies later and I will pack them with my stuff the next-«

»Why?«

Heiji couldn't understand it. Why weren't you angry at him? Could you even be angry? Yes, of course, he saw more than once your anger. But did he ever saw you being mad at him? He couldn't remember.

Heiji put down his, still untouched, Teacup on the nightstand. You turned to him and when he saw the slight confusion on your face, he elaborated his question.

»Why aren't you angry with me? I've stood you up on our date again, even when I gave you the promised that I wouldn't. So why aren't you angry?«

You sighed, putting all the clothes onto a Chair and walked towards your Boyfriend. In a swift motion you straddle his lap.

When you cupped his face and give him such an gentle smile, Heiji felt even more worse than before. The only thought, besides this lingering guiltyness he had— was how he didn't deserve you at all

»Oh Heiji, for such an Great Detective you aren't as clever when it comes to such humane things.« You pecked his forehead.

»I was angry at first, at you, when we started dating. Getting stood up on dates is never an pleasant feeling, even now, sometimes and than that anger turned to myself, for having my hopes up.

But with time I understood, understood that being an Detective comes with great responsibility and with responsibilities comes compromising.

And if that means never having a proper date, so you can solve cases—than I'm okay with that.

Because you solving cases means the world will be a bit safer and I believe that's more important than dates. Eh yes yes, of course, a date sounds romantic and I'm a sucker for that, but doesn't mean we have to or need it.«

You weren't even sure yourself, if your explanation to his questions makes sense. It does for you at least, in some way.

You kissed Heiji on the lips,

»And now a simpler answer; Heiji, I love you for what you do, for who you are and not for the dates we could have.«

Heiji knew he was an selfish man, for always priorities crime cases first. It was selfish of him to ask you for your forgiveness, whenever he stood you up or left you behind on a date, too.

He knew he wasn't such a great boyfriend as he believed he was. You deserved better—there were plenty of suitors, more capable than he was, for you; Hakuba for example, his rival in many ways, was one of those suitors and hell, even Kaito Kid could be a far better choice than himself.

And still, even after everything and all those times, you choose him over and over again.

»How can I be so lucky of deserving you? Because I think I don't.« Heiji whispered those words, not trusting himself to say it loud enough, fearing it could mean the end.

»Funny, because I'm asking myself that question too. Of how can I be lucky to have you.«

This time it was Heijis turn to kiss you on the lips.

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                      Because this heart belongs to you and only you.

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

04.2. Keeping Secrets

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Platonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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When you're talk, talkin', talkin' 

I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep

Dinner time was finally over and you all were send of to bed. You greeted this happily, feeling exhausted like always and laying on the bed would be a bit of help. Luckily you were sharing a room with Heiji, if you had to share with a stranger, you either would stay awake the next 3 Days or searching for a broom closet. 

Once in the room, you changed into some comfy clothes to sleep in. They consisted of shorts and one of Heijis shirts. You loved the hoodies and shirts of your Boyfriend, a bit bigger your size—but this was the reason. Comfortable bigger and they gave you a sense of comfort. Something you craved more than ever right now.

After you both had finished the nightly routine of hygiene, you looked through the Quiz-paper, which you guessed had more over 100 Questions on it and neither Heiji or you could answer any of them. Well, a few, perhaps simple or basic one, could you answers—Shinichis constant fanboy like gushing, was quite helpful this time.

You had woken up in the midst of night. Not from a nightmare, neither from yourself or Heijis, sometimes way to tight, hugging. What had awoken you, was a unsettling feeling in the pitch of your stomach. Giving you painfully cramps, pulling at your muscles as if they were rubber bands—stretching till released to snap against your sides.

You had good guess of what it was. Shouldn't have eat dinner or maybe not that much, you didn't had a appetite at all and never really had to begin with. Sometimes you detest food or the mere thought of eating, bringing you into a mental gagging. You would eat, if only minimal, then you weren't so keen of starving yourself. You just couldn't stand it, the food and its smell, most of the time. Simple as that.

You got up from the bed, if you were about to vomit any minute soon, the bile rising already and gulping it down again—to buy you a few more seconds of time, isn't as ideal as someone might believe, it would be safer and better if you were already in the bathroom and kneeling in front the toilet. 

Heiji had thrown his jacket over your shoulder, giving you warmth with it and rubbing your back. Shushing you gently as you empty your stomach more and more. You wanted to apologise for waking him up, god, you probably woke everyone up, but the bile keep rising— eyes brimming with tears whenever you gagged and the drop of temperature you felt was making it worse. A new wave of cramps rolled through your stomach, dunking your head more into the toilet as bile rose again and somehow this one was worser than the ones before. 

Flushing the toilet over and over again was, besides your own gagging, the only sound you really taking notice of. Sounds so loud they are about to give you a headache. Swearing under your breath, that if a migraine will come now too, you're gonna scream. Such a great way to start the day.

Laying on the couch, cold wet cloth over your face, you barley stayed focused for whatever seemed to happen. The morning had already an excellent shitty start and to this point it wasn't even getting better.

Of course there would be a damned murder case. Of course. It's like a curse or something, wherever you went, be it with Heiji or your Brother or anyone else, there was a Case to solve next door. Like as if there was a kind of sickly twisted sale for it.

Conan had a Case to solve and to act more like a Child, then Hattori seemed to have a guess about his true identity. So being around you, for a moment or more, seemed like the best option. 

You were mumbling, probably nonsense, to Ran. Too out of it to care who it even was. Conan had notice in the morning first just how miserably and sickly pale you looked. He knew though what occurred to you, having been there for you during the many nights, back then, when you vomited your guts out.

Conan climbed onto the couch, snuggling into your side and instantly you pulled him closer. Conan, as of current, is a child and children at some point will get sleepy. A small nap wouldn't hurt, right?

Conan wasn't able to nap anyways, not with you hugging him closer and chatting his ear off, about just how adorable he was and how much he looked like Shinichi in younger years. Tapping his nose, a thing you liked to do, every so often. A sign of affection, how you always liked to call it. 

«Ne [Name], do you feel alright? Can I tell you about my favourite Holmes Case?»

«Just loosely, sure you can do munchkin holmes,» though before Conan could even begin, you had dozed off.

Your body had decided to wake up to a time, where a lot had happened. Two Victims, the murder obviously among us, no car to use and no way of calling the police right now. Heiji had filled you in with the necessary information. Such a mess and it would even get more messier.

After an hour of being awake, barley getting back into working functional and being focused and not constantly in a state of absentmindedness. A blackout occurred, you getting roughly pushed into something, sort of furniture, was basically the highlight of this trip. Once the light was back one, the apparent third victim, thanks to Heiji, and only gotten a stab wound instead of the death. 

A discussion had broken out.

«Heiji! Is everything okay?» Conan had almost gotten a shock, when he peered from behind the door. You being so near, could lead you to find out about him and his secret. Using his voice-changer, to lure you away from Hattoris sleeping body and telling you, with the voice of Hattori; that everything was alright and that he just wanted to test Mr.Mori's detective pose. 

You were relieved that Heiji wasn't hurt. Standing back up you took a few steps back, listening Heijis solutions of the murder was and for their possible reason to do such grotesque inhumanly things.

Heiji crouched down to Conans hight, giving him a smirk. Seeing the child acting even more childlike and almost skittish, confirmed Heijis suspicions.

«Oi, you're Kudo aren't you?» Heiji asked bluntly, no need to sugarcoat it. No lie or child like act could help Conan now. 

«but but, Hattori, I'm just a child who wants to be like Holmes, so what are you talking about?» Conan chuckled nervously, waving his hands around. He needed a plausible lie. Quick. 

«Sure, so then you wouldn't mind if I tell them about it right~?» asked Heiji, nodding his head towards you and Ran.

«AH!» Conan didn't wanted to shout so loudly, but he did and when he grabbed Hattoris sleeve, to pull him aside, he saw the twisting of your face into a grimace—brows furrowed. You were skeptical.

During the long bus ride home, Conan had taken a seat next to Hattori. Speaking with him in a hushed manner, not wanting to wake up—since you finally had peaceful slumber. Conan had no other choice but to tell Hattori everything of his secrets. Perhaps it was for the best, if he didn't want to risk it of being found out by you or Ran. 

You would behead him, hating him even when you would know about Conan's/Shinichis—his secret. 

«I will tell you everything, but you have to promise me not to tell anyone, neither Ran and especially not [Name]. Promise me.»

If Heiji had known that day, just how hard it would be too keep this damned secret from you and how much it hurting you till you finally had collapsed, Heiji wouldn't have perhaps agreed to it. 

Got a secret, can you keep it?

Now you're tellin' lies 'cause you have sworn to keep it.

Got a secret, can you keep it?

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

04. Awkward

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Platonic! Shinichi x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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Warning -> Hinted Homophobia

So please, hurry, leave me, I can't breath

What do you want from me?

Why do you care for me?

It felt awkward, suffocating even to sit around Ran now. Hard to explain, but this lingering feeling of jealousy left a bitter taste inside of you, poisonous in a way—that you couldn't help it yourself, to glare at her every now and than. 

Neither did you avoid Ran on purpose whenever you could, or gave her the cold shoulder or ignoring her mere presence—when she was, for example, in the same Store as you. Though with the knowledge of the current, you simply let it happen. Being fully aware of it, how stupidly petty you might act but you hadn't the energy to stop it all. 

And here you where; sitting across Ran on a sofa and giving her a tight smile, only out of politeness. This was one of those few situations, where you couldn't avoid her, because you had no exit or excuses to give of; quick goodbye and gotta go. 

Suffocating awkward was the right way to describe it. Obvious for everyone how the air around you was stale, filled with false politeness and a hint of discarding. Expect for Ran, she either didn't seem to notice or wasn't bother by it. Happily she chatted about various topics, wanting to keep you updated—with daily sort of news, though you getting told about her latest club activity was of importance to you because?

You mostly hummed or nodded at her, constantly taking a sip from your tea, not wanting a opportunity to speak at all. Tough you have to at some point. 

«[Nickname], how did it come that you're here? I didn't know you were such a Holmes Fan at all, I remember you once told me, that you like all kind of murder mystery equally,» asked Ran, quite surprised to see you and Hattori at the Sherlock Holmes Contest. 

«Yeah yeah! I hadda ask my sunshine the same, when I hadda meet him at the Busstop. Though he didn't really wanna tell me......Ouch!» you had pinched Heijis cheek slightly, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. He had some nerve, honestly, Heiji was only here in hopes of meeting your Brother again—and maybe having a another competition. 

Your reason for being here, when you weren't even that much of a big Holmes fan, like Shinichi is. Though he liked to persuade you annoyingly into its lore and fanbase. Was rather a silly and sort of confusing(?) one. 

«Honestly, I'm not sure myself......Oh, sorry Jiji.......uh, well, Shin-chan got a invitation letter for it, this Quiz like Contest? And then I got a call, they asked me if I could come instead of my brother, as in a sort of replacement.» you explained the best you could, though as you could see you needed to simplify your answer.

«To put it simple and clear, the logic behind is, since I'm Shinichis brother I can solve mystery just as good as him, apparently.» 

It was bullshit to believe you could be a sort of replacement for Shinichi and be just as good as him, on a equally level, when it comes to his skills of deductions. You might share a few similarities, appearance wise, but you were nothing like him and Shinichi was nothing like you. And yet, as funny as it might sound, it wasn't the first time you got a Request like this.

«My sunshine? Hattori isn't that sort of nickname rather intimate for an friend?» 

«Not when [Name] is my Boyfriend?» 

Heiji was confused, frowning ever so slightly and you were seconds away to drag your hands over your face, wanting to sigh as exaggerated as you could. You knew Ran hadn't listened back then, when you both told her. Sometimes she had her head in the clouds, but who doesn't.

«OH! Oh, you're boyfriends. That's, that's nice. Congratulations!»

Ran gnawed at her thumbnail, looking closely at the both of you. So you and Hattori were a pair? In a romantic and intime way even? Two boys? She wasn't sure how to handle, how to proceed this information. Does Shinichi know about his? Should she tell him, the next time he calls again? 

Sure, Sachiko had mentioned it here and there, that you weren't interested in Girls at all—had more a liking to your own gender. Ran simply thought, you just hadn't find the right Girl for you and would laugh it off. Now she understood why Sachiko always frowned during these conversations. 

Ran didn't want to be that sort of person, who discriminated against a humane matter of love, after all love is love—and yet, in her eyes, it seemed to be wrong.

God, she didn't want to be judgmental in any sort of way towards you, but she couldn't stop her train of thoughts. Would Shinichi even agree to this? Wouldn't he be disappointed at you? Perhaps even disgusted, to have a brother like you?

«Here Ran, some Tea for you. You're alright?» your voice pulled Ran out of her thoughts. Thanking you, she took the cup from your hands. 

Ran didn't want those feelings, those feelings which was making her stomach cramp painfully. Feelings and thoughts about a friend, her friend, so full of something—she couldn't bring herself to describe. 

It was wrong of her, so damned wrong of her to see you like now. To have a judgmental, critical and discriminating veil of view over you. 

It was wrong, but why does it feel as if she was in the truthfully right?

If I were sorry

If I were sorry,

No?