Your writing is so so good. I have to ask, could you please write some Ranpo hurt/comfort? I was thinking of the immediate aftermath of his rescue mission at the beginning of season 5, where he rescues ADA!reader (his partner) from where they're being imprisoned/interrogated. He hasn't seen them since he left to meet Taneda (they stayed behind at his request and were almost immediately chased down and caught) and they look so beat up and hollow. Would he find time to comfort them and tend to their superficial injuries while waiting for the opportunity to have Yosano heal the major ones? Would he try to keep up his strong, nonchalant appearance or would relief overwhelm him that he finally has his lover back? How would he feel about seeing this normally strong and protective person cling to him like a terrified stray? Run with it however you want, I trust you'll do something amazing. I'm just a sucker for stuff like this lol.
A/n: hey hey, let me just tell you that I love this request:) I tried my best with it, and I'm sorry it took rather long:( I do hope you enjoy it<3
Trigger warnings: kidnapping, angst in the beginning - reader is kidnapped and hurt/ tortured, torture, dizziness, dehydration, slight breakdowns
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Survival. You were on survival mode the last few days
Survive, don't tell the hunting dogs a thing and wait for Ranpo to save you
Because he was going to save you
You knew he was coming to save you
He was the Greatest Detective in the whole world, afterall....
But your hope was waning with each passing day as much as you fought to retain it
Doubt was creeping in and it was a new thing every day:
Some days you doubted whether this time his genius was enough to save you
Some days you doubted whether he was still alive
Some days you doubted whether you had enough strength to survive until the day he saved you....
But you never doubted his love for you. This was above doubt. This was something solid. Certain.
As much as Ranpo wanted to just burst into the Hunting Dog's hideout and get you back, he couldn't
Not for the lack of effort. Or ideas
No, he had plenty of those... They just weren't safe enough for you
And if there was anything that he dreaded even more than separation from you, it was you getting hurt because of a rushed, sloppy plan of rescue
He doubted whether he'd survive that. The very thought made him ill
Your safety is a priority. Everything else fades to the background
He can't be the Greatest Detective in the World if he can't protect the most important person to him in the Entire World
You stirred at the commotion outside of your room. This... Was not supposed to happen. You dragged yourself into an upward position, bracing yourself into a fight stance. Your whole body ached. The dehydration and the torture you had to endure were giving signs.
The door slammed open. It was- it was not one of the Hunting Dogs, or anyone who you have grown accustomed to witness entering your room, the last few days...
Instead, it was figure clad in all black, cape swishing behind his back and a mask concealing his face. There was something uncannily familiar about it, but in your hazy and permanently tired state of the last few days, you couldn't lay a finger on what it was exactly.
He took a step forward. You staggered back
"Y/n," he uttered your name so quietly. It was enough to spark recognition in you. It was him. He came for you.
"R-ranpo?" Your voice cracked. You wanted to believe it. You desperately needed this to be the reality.
He tried for a cheery tone, clinging to his bright personality. He pulled it off quite well, lacing his words with bravado and confidence: "The World's greatest detective is here to save you!"
There was so much warmth in his voice. So much comfort. The memories of all the times you were together, of all the times you felt safe flooded your mind, washing away all the worries of never seeing him again, of not being rescued, of rotting away in this prison. You slid down the wall and unraveled. You tried so hard to be strong. To hold your ground. To not break...
And now he was here. And you could let yourself fall apart. Because he was your safe person. And right now, you trusted him to be strong for the both of you.
Ranpo gently approached you. His hand caressed your cheek, wiping away your tears.
"Let's go home -I've deduced that you will feel a hundred times more safer there," he tried for a soft smile. He could not show any weakness, not when you needed security and confidence.
A small laugh escaped you, followed by more sobs - how you loved your dorky boyfriend. How glad you were to finally be with him.
He would carry you all the way to the vehicle
His mask would stay on until you would be far enough from the Hunting Dog's base
When he pulls it off, you'd be able to see his tired features - slight bags under his eyes, no doubt from the nights spent worrying about you and perfecting the plan of rescue
His eyes would be cold and calculating, assessing the surroundings in real time, scanning for any inkling of danger or any notion of a threat
When he looked down at you in his arms, would be the only time his eyes would soften and a gentle smile would appear on his face
And he would look down at you every so often, as if to reassure himself that you were safe now, that he did not fail you
If you'd offer to walk to the vehicle, he'd shut down that proposition with:
"Nope, you are definitely not walking and not exhausting yourself"
"But I can wa-" you tried protest, but were cut off by your indignant boyfriend
"Ah ah ah! Who's the Genius Detective here, hm? That's me, so I get to make choices regarding our escape. I say you lay in my arms and don't worry"
Ranpo may not be the best at making sure you're okay after all that you've been through, but his concern and care will be apparent through the small gestures
He has his own, peculiar, a bit childish at times, way of taking care of you:
"You haven't eaten in a long time." It was more of a statement. An observation from him, then question really.
"Not sure," and that was the truth. The days of your confinement blurred together and without the view of the outside world or a clock you had no way of knowing when one day bled onto the next one. At first you tried counting the passage of time by your meals. But they shifted into an irregularity soon enough. So you had no way to know how long you were kept locked away, let alone how long ago you have eaten. You took Ranpo's word for it, "Guess I haven't"
"There's a snack in my breast pocket for you"
He pouted, "But I packed it for you. And I want you to eat it. You know how I never want people to eat my snacks. But I want you to eat"
He pouted some more, until you finally caved in.
He made a little cheery spin, with you still in his arms, before remembering you were in the middle of escaping.
After everything youve been through, you're slow to recover
You'd need a lot of rest and treatment to recuperate
Ranpo refuses to leave your side even for a moment
All that time, his usual energetic self is gone, replaced by quiet sadness
He is as heartbroken as when Fukuzawa was infected with the virus
He opts for sitting quietly and holding your hand when you're asleep, muttering apologies for not being on time, not being enough, not preventing all this
He blames himself for what happened
Is he still a Great Detective if he failed at such a trivial thing as keeping his loved one safe?
Fukuzawa notices his dullness and tries to talk to him about it... But until you feel better Ranpo is inconsolable
You stirred. Your head still felt a bit hazy, but that's mostly from sleep. In fact, you were feeling significantly better.
You shuddered lightly remembering the past days. It was so brief, but it felt like ages of slow and painful torture.
No wonder your recover was slow - your mind fading in and out of conscience, to take some sickly sweet medicine and force some nutrients into your body, only to fade out into the land of terror called dreams.
And... You remember him. Ranpo. His warm hand clutching yours. The way his eyes would light up whenever you would awake for a while. The way he was always there, without failure each time you were graced with the clarity of mind.
He - Ranpo, was with you, so it can't be that bad. If he was there - you were safe. He was a Genius Detective after all, nothing can be wrong when he's with you. You came to rely on that fact with iron certainty.
"Ranpo?" You called out, your eyes still closed, but with a certainty that he was still by your side.
You felt a weight lift off your shoulder - he must've fallen asleep while he was sitting next to you, resting his head there. It was familiar. Grounding. The weight felt so natural, that only when he rose did you realise that he was lying right there, not just sitting on the chair next to you.
"Yeah?" He tenderly croaked out. There were tears streaming down his face. He wiped them quick enough with his sleeves, before you had the chance to open your eyes and see it. He didn't want to worry you.
Ranpo will make sure that you are not involved in anything even remotely dangerous in his further plans
He would taylor them, to ensure maximum safety to you
He can't go through with loosing or endangering you again
If anyone would try to point out to him that he is prioritising your safety above the others' he'd simply reply with a:
"Which on of us is a genius detective? My plan has no flaws. If you don't like it, make your own," crossing his arms and turning away from whoever dared bring it up like that.
This ought to effectively shut down any qualms about his plans
But if someone close to him, like Fukuzawa or Yosano, tries to talk to him about this on a deeper level, he'd break down:
"Does that make me a bad detective? That I can't focus? That I let her get hurt?"
And no matter how much they'd try to reassure him, deep down he'd always have the scary doubt and fear of failing you
Please tell him you don't see it that way
That he hasn't failed you
That he did so well and saved you
Once you properly recover and Ranpo looses the fear of hurting you, making you dizzy or harming you some other way, he will become very clingy
He would literally have his arms around you all the time
Simply refusing to leave you alone, even for a minute
He claims its because, only the Greatest Detective in the World like him can protect you from anyone wanting to kidnap or harm you
But this is only the reason he gives you and the others
The other reason for this is the incessant, nagging feeling that if he isn't with you, he's failing you
That if he isn't with you, there is no empirical proof that he rescued you and that you're alright
At one point, Fukuzawa and other members of the agency might try to get him to stop smothering you so much, but Ranpo would pout and whine and complain and refuse to be helpful at all
And if that doesn't work he's start being mean. In a way that makes others worried he'd end up exposing some thing embarrassing about them
Clearly, any attempts to separate the two of you would be futile
At least for the time being (a rather prolonged time being)
At times... This might get out of hand...
"Ranpo, I love you, but I don't need you to acompany me to the bathroom" you tried explaining for the umpteenth time
This caused him to whine even more:
"But I need to make sure you're alright"
"I'm just going to the bathroom. I'm not gonna get kidnapped from there!"
"That's what you think,but I already came up with 10 ways how this could happen. I'll list them all for you while I wait for you outside the door"
There was no convincing him otherwise. You had to resign yourself to this fate for the time being...
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A/n: hah, this was fun to write! I hope you liked it:)
The characters and events mentioned belong to Kafka Asagiri
