#saguru hakuba x reader

[case-almost-closed]

Hello hello! Can i have a hakuba saguru headcanon?

Reader is kinda like dr watson in Sherlock Holmes.being a assistant/friend to saguru,saguru having a secret crush on reader.And he confess to reader when they finish a dangerous case together (or something,is up to you!)

👀 i actually have other ideas for other characters but i don't want to spam you,and make you uncomfortable (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

Stay hydrated! And please take your time no need to rush!

-Berry 🩷

My dear Watson

Hakuba Saguru x reader Words: 2.7K Warnings: slight violence (one gun shot), slight angst A/N: Hey, don't stress yourself. I hope this is alright, I think I messed up a bit towards the end :)

Saguru took his hands out of his pockets and tilted his head slightly, a knowing smile on his lips. “So the only logical conclusion is that the murderer of Yamamoto Haruki-san can't be anyone else,” he paused briefly until his eyes found the person he was looking for and he pointed to her. “- than his ex-girlfriend Takahashi Aiko-san!”

She flinched, her eyes wide, an almost panicked smile on her lips. “Me? What motive would I have to kill him? And... And besides,” she raised her voice, ”I was talking loudly on the phone! So loud, in fact, that your little friend heard it!” She pointed at you and Saguru's face hardened for a split second before the confident smile returned to his lips.

“That's right. Your voice was heard. However, that doesn't necessarily mean that you were actually in the room at that moment."

With an effortless movement, he fished the small recording device out of the pocket of his coat and held it out to her, watching as her indignant expression gave way to one of resignation. “I found this outside under the window of your room. I'm sure that when the police play the recordings, we'll hear exactly what my friend heard from your room.”

A soft, resigned snort escaped Takahashi as she slumped to the floor, burying her hands in the carpet. The inspector approached Saguru and patted him once on the shoulder appreciatively before ordering his men to take Takahashi to the station for questioning so that Saguru could finally turn to face you.

He claimed that he fought crime to do justice, to bring the truth to light, just as Holmes did in his novels. What he never admitted was that he lived for the moment when he presented his conclusions and that glow appeared on your face and you smiled broadly at him, almost admiringly. Saguru had met you a few months ago, when you were falsely accused of murder. He was the only one who had realized from the beginning that you could not possibly have committed the crime and the fact that he had defended you had not been forgotten.

A few days later he met you again, this time in a more civilized setting in the park and you recognized him immediately. The fact that you had approached him and, in front of Kuroba, who had made fun of him behind Saguru's back, had asked if you could invite him to a café as a thank you, had made a slight impression on him.

He knew the kind of impression he could sometimes have on people, and the way you had been wringing your hands, he could only conclude that you had been nervous and had summoned up all your courage to speak to him. It had been touching in a strange way.

In the café, where the two of you had spent several hours in pleasant conversation, you had finally given him your number - and surprised him again. Saguru was used to getting the number of many people. He didn't pretend not to know that his looks and manners were attractive to many. But you hadn't given him your number in the hope of a date or romantic advances, no.

You had smiled wryly, ran your fingers through your hair and said you appreciated his company and hoped you could call him a friend.

To be honest, he had been too perplexed to answer at first, but he had managed to catch himself relatively quickly and had dictated his number to you with a broad, honest smile. In the weeks that followed, Saguru had been lucky enough to be in your presence several times and he had quickly realized that you were a more than pleasant presence in his life. You had a kind of humor that made him laugh every time. Your stories, no matter how jumbled they were told, managed to captivate him every time. And the most refreshing thing for him?

You had no expectations of him.

People always had expectations of Saguru. Perfect son, excellent student, well-mannered gentleman and so on. Rarely did he meet a person who simply took him as he was, which is why he approached your warm, open presence like moths to a flame.

And yet, no matter how hard he tried, he didn't always manage to keep you out of his cases. Saguru did his best, but sometimes, when the crime had just been committed, there was no other way. And yet you surprised him again by remaining relatively calm. Although you were rarely able to draw the necessary conclusions that led to the solution of the mystery, you often offered a perspective that he had not considered before or found clues that others easily overlooked. This had happened so often until he was asked where his “Watson” was when he was alone on a case, as the two of you were rarely seen alone.

And he had been happy. Until his heart started beating strangely fast from one day to the next. It didn't take a genius to figure out why - Saguru developed romantic feelings for you. And normally, he was the kind of person who would deal with it quickly and confess his feelings so that he could deal with them appropriately. With you, however, his throat closed up every time he tried.

Because no matter how much he thought and pondered, he couldn't deduce what your feelings were towards him. To him, you were a sealed book. In other circumstances, such a prospect, such a challenge would have thrilled him - now it only made him feel queasy as his heart began to flutter at the sight of you or the sound of your voice.

“Fantastic as always, Mr. Holmes,” you smiled and stepped towards him, whereupon the aforementioned fluttering of his heart once again started in his chest. Your eyes seemed to sparkle and the warm feeling that spread through him was almost unbearable.

“I wouldn't have made it if you hadn't pointed out the dent in the door frame.” “Yes, you would have,” you replied and tilted your head slightly, a mischievous smile on your lips. “It just would have taken you a little longer.” Saguru was still thinking about what to say when Takahashi suddenly raised her voice behind him.

“He had it coming.” Saguru turned around with a furrowed brow and saw that she was now back on her feet, tears streaming down her cheeks. Whether they were tears of anger or sadness, however, he could not determine. “No one deserves to die,” he argued, but she only laughed shrilly. “He took everything from me. Everything!” Saguru felt you move behind him, now tense as well, as she continued to laugh. “Takahashi-san, I have to ask you-” he started again, but was interrupted by her. “That bastard betrayed me! He drove me to ruin! He exposed me in front of everyone!”

All at once she tore herself away from the policemen and pulled a pistol out of the inside pocket of her jacket. Screams rang out, shouts from the policemen, but the only thing Saguru could think of while his eyes were fixed on the barrel of the gun was to protect you. Slowly, he pushed himself in front of you, hoping to cover you with his body, but this movement seemed to attract Takahashi's attention as she instantly pointed the gun at him.

He heard you gasp, but he couldn't worry about you - his focus was now entirely on the desperate woman in front of him. “Takahashi-san, put the gun down. No innocent people need to die.” She laughed out, the exasperation clear on her face. “Innocent people don't have to die, that's true. But you, you ruined everything. You are not innocent.”

For once, his excellent brain let him down. For once, he wasn't able to draw the necessary conclusion quickly enough. For once, you were faster than him. Saguru barely managed to open his eyes before the sound of a bang echoed through the room. Without even registering what had happened, he felt someone grab him by the coat and fall to the floor with him. A pained groan rang out, followed by a heavy weight on top of him, while the shouts of the policemen rang out as they wrestled Takahashi to the ground.

Saguru didn't care, however, as his gaze was focused on your form in shock. You lay crumpled over him, knocking him to the ground, and he was horrified to feel something warm and moist seeping through onto his top.

“Hey! Hey!” Panic set in as he sat up and quickly but gently rolled you off him, only to gasp in terror. A red mark had begun to form on your right side and judging by the pain-filled groans, it wasn't just a graze. “We need a doctor! “ he shouted, waiting long enough to see the inspector reach for his phone and shout orders before turning to you and trying to staunch the wound.

“Why?!” he burst out, trying to suppress the tingling in his eyes. “Why would you do something so reckless, so stupid?” You smiled weakly before your eyes rolled back and you lost consciousness. He shouted your name, lightly slapping your cheek, but it made no difference.

Saguru didn't know how long it took for the emergency doctors to come and pull him away from your body, carry it onto a stretcher and carry it out. He followed them every step of the way to the ambulance, where he was allowed to ride along. He was grateful to the inspector for having Takahashi taken away already. Saguru couldn't guarantee that he would have been able to pull himself together and remain rational.

~**~

Four hours, ten minutes, five seconds.

Saguru stared at his pocket watch, transfixed, while the chaos of the hospital continued around him. It had been that long since you had been shot. He had been asked to come back tomorrow, as it was already late, but no one in the world could have taken him further away from you than the hospital corridor at that moment. Exactly twenty-two minutes and thirty seconds ago, one of the doctors had gone to him and assured him that the operation had been successful.

Saguru hadn't been ashamed of the tears of relief that had streamed down his cheeks. He had been assured that he would be told when you woke up and the doctors' final checks had been carried out.

And while outwardly he gave off a controlled appearance, he had to pull himself together several times not to jump up and demand to be brought to you.

Saguru opened and closed his watch and resisted the urge to trudge up and down the corridor when a nurse suddenly approached him. “Are you Hakuba Saguru-san?” He looked up immediately and stood up, nodding. She gestured for him to follow her and Saguru had to pull himself together not to ask her to walk faster.

After what seemed like an eternity - it was exactly two minutes and fourteen seconds - they stopped in front of a room. “Please stay calm and try not to upset the patient. They need to rest.” He nodded and bowed hastily in thanks, waiting until the nurse was out of sight. Only then did he exhale briefly to calm his nervously beating heart before he knocked, waited briefly and then entered.

The first thing that crossed Saguru's mind when he saw you was that you had never looked more out of place. The room was plain and sterile, both walls and furniture painted an unpleasantly cold white, so that he was a little ashamed of himself for not having brought you flowers to at least add some color. Of course, he was aware that all the stores were closed by now and he probably couldn't have moved away from the hospital corridor himself even if he'd wanted to, because the mere thought that you might need him and he wouldn't be there broke his heart.

“Hey,” he mumbled, slowly stepping closer until he could sit in the chair next to your bed and your hand was in his. You looked weak, drained and pale, but you were still smiling slightly at him. “When the nurse said that there was an upset young man in the hallway who hadn't moved for hours, it wasn't hard to figure out who she meant.”

It was clearly an attempt to lighten the mood, but he didn't feel like joking. Instead, he clutched your hand even tighter. “What were you thinking? You could have been hurt worse!” His voice wasn't loud or accusatory, just exhausted and quiet. You turned your head slightly so you could see him better. “Is that any way to thank your savior?” Again, he didn't respond to your jokes.

“Stop it, please. You could have died!” His eyes fluttered over your face, now registering sympathy and slight sadness, and it was wrong. You were shot! He should have sympathy for you! “I could have lost you. Forever! Do you think I could live with that?” His voice got softer and softer towards the end and he lowered his head in the hope that you wouldn't see the tears gathering in his eyes. Of course you saw them.

“Hey.” You gently put a hand on his cheek and gently pushed his head up so that he had to look at you. There was nothing but affection in your face for the young detective. “You're my closest friend. Of course I would take the bullet for you. And I'd do it again every time. Because you're important to me.”

Your eyes lingered on each other and your face was so close to his that he could have counted your eyelashes and he was sure you could feel the warmth radiating from his blushing cheeks.

He blamed what happened next on the stress and anxiety of that night, on his tiredness and months of longing, hence why he couldn't stop the words that tumbled from his mouth.

“I love you.”

You blinked, puzzled, and Saguru would have loved to pull his face back in shame, but you didn't allow it. “Okay? I mean, we're friends, you should-” “No,” Saguru interrupted you and rubbed his forehead. He hadn't intended to confess his feelings to you, especially not in this way, but it was too late and he had to make do with what the situation gave him, no matter how much he disliked it.

“I don't mean platonically. I don't love you like a best friend or a partner in crime.” He straightened up and looked as deeply and honestly into his eyes as he could. “I love you in a deeper way. You're the anchor when I doubt myself and feel like I'm drowning. You've always been there for me, always supported me and accepted me for who I am. You never blamed me for anything, you never had any expectations of me. You simply took me as I was. And that's just one of the few reasons why I love you. But I do, more than I probably should. I can't change it, though.” He guided your hand, which was still in his, to his chest, directly over his heart. “My heart beats for you and only for you. And when I saw you lying on the floor today, covered in blood, I had the feeling that it would never beat again. So please, my darling, please, don't ever do this to me again.”

Gently, he lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “I love you. You can send me away, ignore me and hate me, but it won't change anything.” The blood had rushed to your cheeks during his confession and you gazed at him from wide, shimmering eyes.

“Saguru-kun.”

It was the first time you used his first name and he let out a gasp, too surprised by your words that he didn't realize you had come closer until you gently brought his head to yours and pressed your lips to his. It was a short, almost chaste kiss, but Saguru had the feeling that his head was short-circuiting. You smiled at him and ran your hand lovingly through his hair.

“That was incredibly cheesy.” A smile slowly spread across his lips and he placed his hand against your cheek, gently stroking your skin with his thumb. “If this is the reward for being cheesy, you're in for a treat.” You leaned into his hand, your eyes closed. “I think I can live with that.”

[ohrival1412]

"Shinichi and Hakuba after their Sherlock Holmes fanfictions are discovered" tHANKS FOR YOUR REQUEST HAHAH

@zaharex here are Hakuba E-8 and Shinichi G-8 !

[fuyine]

Prompt: When you are sick || Gosho Boys

warnings!!! excessive fluff, characters are highschoolers, endearments, and there are grammatical errors ahead. Please read with a grain of salt.

Pairings: kudo shinichi, hakuba saguru, hattori heiji, kuroba kaito x gn!reader (separately)

The moment you stepped foot in Poirot for a coffee day out with him—which happens once in a blue moon—he could tell right away that you were not in the condition to go out today.

From your choice of shoes to your odd color combination of clothes and your pallid face, drained of color and making you appear almost ghostly, he noticed. Adding to his concern was the way you walked: a sluggish, unsteady gait, as if each step was a monumental effort.

When you sat down across from him, before you could even greet him, he beat you to it.

"Change of plans. Let's head to my place and watch a movie instead."

At the Kudo mansion, he had both of you surrounded by blankets. He made sure to make up for your coffee date by having this movie marathon. With a fever patch on your forehead, he made sure to keep you hydrated from time to time.

Although you weren't burning up too much, he was cautious and insisted you stay on the couch while he got what you needed. He would spare some time for tales of Sherlock and watch the movie in peace with you in his arms.

At some point, his mom visited. Learning that you were sick, Yukiko spoiled you with her cooking and scolded Shinichi for not realizing that you were sick sooner before your date.

You sweat-dropped as you watched Shinichi getting scolded in the kitchen, he then walked back towards you with a cup of tea and placed it on the table.

"Mom made that. She says it'll help you feel a bit relaxed," he said, sitting down next to you and watching you curl up with a smile.

"Your mom is the best."

He let out a soft hum in agreement. "She is. Now drink up," he said, subtly checking your temperature by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertip brushing softly against your forehead.

He was glad you weren't burning up as much as before.

Guess who would ditch their flight to London and come back to you?

Hakuba Saguru. The man of time.

When he received your call—where you were intending to check if he had arrived safely at the airport and apologized for not being able to accompany him—he heard you sneeze and cough multiple times, and concluded you were sick.

Reassuring him that you only missed a couple of classes and would get back to it with no worries worried him. The content of the call was less about him and more about you.

After ending the call to take a nap, you woke up nearly eight in the evening. Realizing you had missed dinner, you heard the door of your bedroom suddenly open.

There he was, walking through the door and toward the bed, in his white button-up blouse with its sleeves rolled up to his elbow, holding a tray of porridge.

Blinking not twice but thrice, you thought you were hallucinating that he was here.

"You're awake," he smiled at you and placed the tray on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching to touch your forehead. "Mhm, you're not burning up anymore," he said, to which your eyes went wide as saucers as the realization hit you.

"Saguru?!" He's supposed to be in London by now, solving a case! you thought to yourself.

"Yes, my love?" he replied smoothly before cupping your right cheek, as if ditching the case wasn't a big deal to him. "You're supposed to be in London, why—"

"What do you mean?" he quickly intervened. "I can catch my flight again once you're better. I can't leave knowing you're bedridden, sick, dying, with no one to take care of you," he exaggerated.

Your lips formed a small pout, insisting that you were perfectly capable on your own, but he dismissed it with a chuckle.

"I insist on staying," he said, leaving no room for argument.

With that, the room felt a little livelier with his presence, tending to your weak condition with hot porridge and whispers of sweet nothings, reassuring you.

"My love, no time is wasted when it comes to you."

This guy… would take care of you with little snide comments, "How are you going to catch me, Kid, in that condition now, hmm?" He cutely pops out a rose and places it in the vase on your nightstand.

He visited you after school and has been doing so for the past three days of your absence. He would hand over Aoko's notes to you, which he borrowed since he knew you would just complain about his handwriting if he gave you his.

But it isn't about the handwriting; it's the thought that counts.

"You've been making origami? How is that going to catch— Oh, I see, they're cute," he hummed, throwing a ball into the air as he leaned against a table.

"Do you still have medicine? Do you want me to run down to the pharmacy for you?"

This guy is always attentive when it comes to taking care of you, with a few flirty comments here and there, no doubt. But you wouldn't complain about his company at all.

He would often lift the mood by showing you his magic tricks and would boast, "I am better than Kid," although he's Kid himself.

"Seriously, Kaito, you're making a clown of yourself at this point."

"Hah? No way! I'm taking care of you with my special performance. You should be grateful!"

Just like Kaito, he would deliver his notes straight to you right after school. His notes. He's a detective; surely his handwriting isn't as bad as the thief's.

He would accompany you, making sure you weren't gloomed up in your room, and would take you outside to the balcony for a little sun.

He would swing his kendo sword, letting you watch some of his moves. On other days, he would cuddle up with you and watch a police detective documentary in your living room.

At night, his mom visited you with dinner-packed boxes. They were warmly wrapped and really healthy for a sick person. She was also skilled in kendo and would gossip about Heiji from when he used to train and share funny moments from his childhood.

One of those moments was when Heiji slipped on the wooden floorboard when he swung his sword too fast, and his body didn't follow.

Heiji's brow would twitch, and he would say, "They don't need to know about that, old hag."

After some time, when you felt a little better, he would promise to take you to the ramen shop he had invited you to before you got sick.

He knew Osaka like the back of his hand; he would take you anywhere, just name the place.

[kaishin-fic-rec]

Writing about Thieves and Fair Maidens (kaishin)

by: Theonlygamergost

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45598489/chapters/114739213

chapters: 6/6 words: 28,068

Summary:

On the Kaitou KID fan forum, a KID x reader fanfiction begins to be posted soon after Kudou Shinichi returns from his total real years in America. Becoming the hot topic for KID fans, task force and general public alike. Kaito thinks nothing of it, or well, he thinks about Shinichi a lot. Little tantei-kun was dashing, but Meitantei? Meitantei is drop-dead gorgeous. Oh, and Chi-san has a real knack for writing cliche romance stories.

Lil note:

Canon compliant, post-canon

Few weeks after the return of Kudou Shinichi, a particular Kid X reader fanfiction begins to garner attention, from Kaitou Kid fans to book critics, praising for its brilliant story and writing. Kaito becomes alarmed at certain details author-san had added for the phantom thief, and Shinichi unconsciously writes an self-insert fic.

(read more for tags)

Tags:

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply

Pairings: Kudou Shinichi/Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru/Nakamori Aoko

Others: Post-Black Organization Takedown (Meitantei Conan) Pre-Relationship Getting Together Pining Mutual Pining Slow Burn Kaito is slightly horny for Shinichi The opposite is also true but subtler Jealousy Jealous Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid Flashbacks Love story (literally) fan fiction It’s a fan fiction ception I write a fic about two characters where one characters writes a fan fiction for two characters For once it’s beta read! Banter Bickering Love Confessions Kaito ties a lot of people up I don't know why it wasn’t planned Apart from one time maybe two I swear it’s not a kink It’s just a convenient way to trap people!

[your-local-sleepyhead]

Scenarios - Going out with the Gosho Boys (01)

Includes: Kudou Shinichi, Kuroba Kaito, Hattori Heiji, Hakuba Suguru

Genre: Fluff, Wholesome

Warning: Inexplicit Mention of Death (Poisoning)

Part(s): one - master-list

Note: send me asks or scenarios you’ll like! for more info on requesting click - Here

Summary: Your First Meeting

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Kudou Shinichi is an arrogant boy. You've never met him face-to-face before, only hearing the whispers of his name from your classmates. Born into a wealthy family with successful parents, gifted with such intelligence — it was obvious that he was a blessed child.

It was raining on that day, you walked past the park on your way home, holding a yellow umbrella. You glanced to the side, and there, you saw him. He was soaked wet, and drops of water dripped down his hair.

You weren't a kind person. But was it the benevolence deep inside you that suddenly possessed you to offer the umbrella in your hold?

-

Kuroba Kaito is a natural-born trickster. With his slender dexterous hands, he repeated the cards trick before you. It was as if it was a work of hypnosis, the way the world suddenly looked so different.

With his smooth sweetened words and charming smiles, he slowly and elegantly danced his way into your life.

And by the time you realized it. You were already bewitched. Trapped inside the intoxicatingly sweet spell.

-

Hattori Heiji is an admirable boy. You were accompanying your friend at one of Osaka's baseball matches. You grew thirsty so you offered to go to the cafeteria.

You were in the line at one of the many stores there. Yet fate decided to choose yours to mess with. The three women in front of you just so happen to be acquaintances and came here together. And one of them falls victim to the grim reaper.

So with the polices arriving, you were labeled as a suspect for standing behind the victim. But soon your knight in shining armor- no, it's not armor. Your knight in a black t-shirt, blue jacket, and a baseball cap arrived to save the day with his deductions.

And by the time the case was solved, the match has ended and two teenagers were starving. No one in their right mind would buy from a restaurant where a person was just poisoned, so you saw it as a chance.

When the dark-skinned and spiky-haired boy turned his back to leave, you unknowingly reached out your hand and offered a lunch together. Let's just say that's how two teenagers realized that they're more similar than they thought.

-

Hakuba Saguru is a noble child. He was raised in a traditional-like family. So it was no surprise that he would believe in something called destiny, or soulmates.

You had already caught his eye the moment you enter the store. He can't help but think of how his heart beats so fiercely when he first lays his eyes on you.

So the moment your fingers meet — when the two of you just so happen to reach for the same book. He knew that you were the one for him.

[milks-writings]

It wasn’t your fault.

It wasn’t your fault that they kept picking on you.

It wasn’t your fault that you developed social anxiety.

It wasn’t your fault that you had an anxiety attack.

It wasn’t your fault that you are this way.

There wasn’t anything wrong with you.

There hadn’t been anything wrong with you.

And there won’t be anything wrong with you.

You are fine.

Perfectly fine.

With every bit of anxiety, with every bit of confidence, with every bit of doubt and self love.

You are amazing in his eyes.

Akaashi Keiji is really amazed by you.

He really wants to be a little bit more like you.

A little bit more to understand you a little bit more.

A little bit more to comfort you better.

A little bit more to love you the way you want to be loved.

Akaashi Keiji is really amazed by you, but also by himself, for being so deeply in love with you.

[case-almost-closed]

why are there no hakuba x reader stories? what has my boy done to you to deserve this kind of neglect?

[case-almost-closed]

I'm probably totally gonna regret this in a few weeks, but I'm in the mood for it right now, so requests are open.

As always it's the usual "character x reader", nothing else, sorry to disapoint.

If you want to, please tell if you prefer female or gender neutral pronouns. Otherwise I will decide for myself or write in second POV.

Requests will one be accepted through sending in asks, no messages or comments please

However only for following characters:

Akai Shuichi (please specify if you want Akai or Okiya )

Ayanokoji Fumimaro

Furuya Rei (please specify If you want Furuya Rei or Amuro Toru// Police Academy or Café Poirot)

Hagiwara Kenji

Hakuba Saguru

Kaito Kid/ Kuroba Kaito

Matsuda Jinpei

Morofushi Hiromitsu

Morofushi Taka'aki

Shiratori Ninzaburo

Takagi Wataru

Yamato Kansuke

I do write Hurt/Comfort, Fluff (domestic, romantic, platonic whatever), Angst and sometimes headcanons (but not always).

I do not write anything regarding NSFW stuff, incest, abuse (in any kind of form) or toxic stuff. I may have posted work that contains some of that, however only because I was comfortable with it and decided for myself that I wanted to write it

IF YOU REQUESTS CONTAINS ANYTHING THAT I DON'T WRITE OR A CHARACTER THAT IS NOT ON THIS LIST, I WILL IMMEDIATELY DELETE YOUR REQUEST WITHOUT INTERACTING WITH IT!!!

Please keep in mind, that this is just something I do in my free time and I am not obligated to write your request directly. I have a life outside this website and in total almost 50 requests for other fandoms, so don't expect me to be fast.

Thank you :)

[case-almost-closed]

Masterlist:

Akai Shuichi/ Okiya Subaru:

Next door, if you need me (x fem!reader)

Maybe in another life (x fem!reader)

Cuddle Headcanons (x gen!reader)

Amuro Tooru/ Furuya Rei:

Guardian Angel (x fem!reader)

Dawn's Embrace ( x fem! Reader)

Gin:

Little Darling Angel (xfem!reader)

Playing with fire (x fem!reader)

Hakuba Saguru:

My dear Watson ( x gn!reader)

Morofushi Hiromitsu:

The key ingredient is love ( x gn!reader)

Yamato Kansuke:

Little precious thing (x fem!reader/OFC)

Yokomizo Sango:

Perfectly Simple ( x fem!reader)

[case-almost-closed]

Currently working on....

The joy he found

Shiratori Nizaburo x fem!reader

Requested by: no one

Summary: After all this time, he finally manages to find love. Right?

Never fully dressed without a smile

Kaito Kid x sibling!reader

Requested by: @febrberryy

Request: I got an platonic idea for kaito kid, an terminally sick sibling reader that always at the hospital, and kaito visit them in the hospital while in his kaito kid disguise.and cheer reader up since the reader can't go anywhere.

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

Furuya Rei x fem!reader

Requested by: @ellie-with-an-s

Request: […] can i please request a Furuya Rei one where he has been dating reader for a while now, but its been super secret like no one knows except the two of them. Like sometimes reader visits Cafe Poirot just to see Rei but they can only act friendly to each other so as not to be sus. But one day the BO finds out and they capture her to get Rei to do something illegal/some mission he absolutely hates. […]

The littlest officer

Furuya Rei x reader // Furuya Rei & son

Requested by: anonymous

Request: […] can I pls request a dad!Furuya Rei one where lets say many years later when the BO is destroyed and everything turns peaceful. Anyways Rei has a small happy family with Y/N and a son and his small son one day expresses that he wants to be a cop just like Rei. […]

Reaper's Call

Matsuda Jinpei x fem!reader

Requested by: @febrberryy

Request: Reader that is very injured calls Jinpei when she is bleeding(aka dying) on the ground and saying her last words,the reader is also a police officer.Jinpei and reader are engaged.

Catch you if you fall

Furuya Rei & daughter // [Furuya Rei x reader?]

Requested by: anonymous

Request: Can i pls request one where dad!Amuro teaches his daughter something?

Lucky Charm

Hakuba Saguru x clumsy!reader

Requested by : @febrberryy

Request: Can i request a very unlucky reader dating Hakuba saguru.For example,they always got wrapped into crime scene,got framed by the killer or something is going to drop on their head. But the reader is always very prepared for all kinds for unluck stuff(since they are used to this). they are very positive about they circumstance.