Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts Iâve already filled).
He's a child with the brain of an adult, the biggest moron you've ever seen!
I cannot get over the fact I somehow didn't write for Detectice Conan until this week. This franchise was my actual gateway into whump when I was 6 and my ass still didn't write any juicy stuff with it. I got back into DCMK back in 2017, have rewatched select episodes and/or movies of it (mostly the 1st and 2nd ones, which are both part of my formative whump experience lol) every year⌠but nope!
Actually, this prompt was supposed to be for IDOLiSH7, and I had the idea for it written down for two years; but let's be real, I was never going to write it, especially this late, and instead, I jumped onto the first other opportunity to get rid of this prompt.
That opportunity came in the form of Tekiro who, to my surprise, actually paid attenion to my stupid ramblings about my stupid bingo card for whomst knows what dark purposes, and handed me an idea on a silver platter: DCMK, Shinichi as Conan and Ran, post-falling-into-some-water-during-a-case. I was smitten with the idea and ran with so hard.
I think the final product did diverge from Tekiro's original idea, unfortunately. Ran was meant to play a much more proactive role in this, but instead, I ended up with mostly Shinichi doing what he does best: overthink absolutely everything and also simping for Ran while he's at it. The image of Conan buried in blankets was fun though!
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Blanket Statements
Summary: Shinichi, buried underneath three and a half blankets, ponders upon the orb (his feelings on the situation and also how cool Ran is).
Somewhere through the haze of fever, between two approximate tons of blankets covering from chin to toe, one statement rings through his mind: this is somewhat humiliating.
Well, Shinichi supposes being a genius sixteen-year-old stuck in a six-year-oldâs body is embarrassing to begin with since nobody takes you seriously anymore (except, like, two cops, a fugitive from the criminal organisation who got you there in the first place and one jackass from Osaka who somehow guessed you were a genius sixteen-year-old stuck in a six-year-oldâs body). Being treated like a child has certainly not stopped irking him, even if with time, the mask has started sticking with a little less discomfort to his face; but this is another humiliation altogether, even compared to whatâs sadly become his daily life.
For all of the mishaps heâs had on cases and outside of his favourite activity in the whole world, Shinichi had never pictured himself buried in a pile of blankets, with just his face sticking out from there, in the Mourisâ flat of all places. Maybe Prof Akasaâs lab wouldâve felt less shameful, since that man has seen him in states Shinichi can only hope to forget the memory of, but the Mourisâ? Where Ran lives? Mortifying.
The way he ended up in this situation is a farce in itself â that much he knows from how Hattori mocked the hell out of him on the phone when he had to explain the context behind one of Ran and Kazuhaâs conversations that stupid Osakan had caught word of. He wouldnât have needed said Osakanâs opinion to think that, of course, but it only serves to corroborate what he already deducted.
It was just a run-of-the-mill criminal case in Beika: suspicious death near a river, three suspects without any alibi and possible motives all around, foul play clearly involved. Truth be told, it was almost insulting how easy it was for Shinichi to untangle the whole thing and straighten it into a single timeline to take everyone along for the side with Uncleâs cigarette-laden voice.
Or, well, itâd have been, if he hadnât fallen straight into the cold waters below when trying to showcase something to Inspector Megure.
Instead, it very much had the opposite effect: not only did it then take Inspector Sato around fifteen minutes to deduce what he was trying to hint at, it also threw the whole situation for a loop because, for all of his athletic prowess, Shinichi had trouble swimming with the heavy winter gear Ran had dressed him up in and drowning became a possibility much too fast to his liking.
Ran did save him from the waters, at least, but not before he was thoroughly soaked and had to stew in his own juices for a little while. There was no hiding behind the bushes to pretend to be Sleeping Kogoro either, so it was a long, drawn-out time session of whodunnit â one Shinichi was very frustrated not to be participating in and very satisfied to leave.
If it had stopped at an uncomfortable half-hour spent watching not-that-sharp-witted detectives (and Inspector Sato) try putting together a puzzle that wasnât that complicated because nobody had noticed the clue left by the riverbank, Shinichi wouldnât be stewing in his frustration and pile of blankets. No, thatâd have been too easy, and someone in the skies above has something against him, heâs certain of it.
Itâs a clichĂŠ. Itâs such a clichĂŠ and heâs certain hypothermia isnât supposed to do that to you aside from, well, hypothermia â but Shinichi has fallen ill after a dip in the water and it pisses him off.
Yeah, okay, heâs caught what can honestly be called a nasty cold, but this doesnât mean Ran isnât going overkill with it. He loves her, he really does, including when she gets protective over him (even when she doesnât know it, courtesy of his current form); but this really is too much.
Ranâs always been like that, though. Once she gets into caring mode, thereâs nobody that can stop us. Not even a tsunami could, Shinichi is certain: if he, or her father, or Sonoko, or Kazuha was trapped in the midst of a deadly flood, a wall of water heading for all of them, Ran would swim back to them, put them to safety, and only then maybe think of saving herself. Itâs nerve-wracking to be around her, sometimes, when you know sheâll absolutely destruct herself if it means saving someone.
Long reasoning short, itâs not surprising that sheâd bury him under a bazillion blankets too much for a simple cold; so imagine one where his voice, usually so childish and disgustingly high-pitched for a teen (let alone impossible to take seriously, letâs be real there), has almost gone instinct on him and where he can spike a fever whenever his body feels like itâs not doing enough damage to the virus inside it. Delightful, really.
Itâd be more delightful if it didnât feel like being smothered in a thousand heavy blankets by the strongest arms in the world â but what can Shinichi say? That he doesnât like the attention? Thatâd be a lie. He couldnât even say that without breaking into a terribly tense smirk. Thatâs ridiculous.
Ridiculous, but also somewhat humiliating. And also, heâs dying from blanket overdose.
Time to do something about it, he supposes.
âRaaaaan,â he takes on his whiny little snotty brat voice (even if it sounds more scratched than Prof Akasaâs dust-covered records that he still uses, for some reason), âdo I really need all those blankets?â
She turns around in half a second (Shinichi refuses to think for even a second this fever and the mucus in his brain are slowing his mind, heâs more than above that) and rushes in a swift run, hair flowing behind her and picking all of the daylight in the room.
âYouâll be cold if you take them off!â She replies without a single grain of reluctance. âAnd you need to be warm!â
âBut⌠Iâm way too hot, RaaaaanâŚâ
Instead of getting at least one blanket off him, out of three (a meltingly comfortable plaid, a scratchy blanket Uncle keeps in his office for some reason and Ranâs favourite, he can tell by the fragrance, itâs very pleasing), she kneels in front of the couch with a worried frown thatâs both endearing and infuriating.
âLet me see,â she tells him in that voice she always gives the Detective Boys, always gives Conan.
Maybe itâs because having a head cold is making him snappier, but he canât jive with that tone as well as he usually does. Most days, he can just bypass the infantilization of it all to focus on what matters (Ran paying him her upmost attention and spending all her time with him).
Ran does what she tends to do when confronted with someone with too red of a cheek: she puts her left hand on her forehead, palm against skin, and the back of her right on someone elseâs forehead. Strands of his hair, soaked with sweat, are clinging to the base of her fingers, but she doesnât complain, doesnât as much as frown in disgust or discomfort, not even slightly.
âYour feverâs gone down a little,â she concludes with a slightly less concerned voice and alleviated features, much to his own relief. âBut we need to keep it in check!â
âI know, Ran, I knooooow.â
She gets back up and stares at the pile in front of her, tilting her head left to right and back to left, a pout on her lips.
âOn second thought, if youâre feeling better, maybe we could take off a blanket⌠Do you feel too hot, Conan?â
He vigorously shakes his head to the point of dizzying himself. This would be embarrassing if he wasnât too busy trying to get himself a little freer, and also, dealing with a stupid head cold that has turned everything about his sharp senses into nothing but meaningless mush.
âI see,â Ran muses, fingers dancing on her chin before she finally goes for the top blanket â the scratchy one Kogoro keeps in his office. âIs it better?â
He nods again and, to his pleasure, itâs both cooler on his overheated skin and bringing a smile to the girl heâs officially dating when not obligated to be in a six-year-oldâs literal shoes.
âThatâs good, then! Do you need anything else?â
Shinichi hesitates on that one. Ranâs pretty much been hovering him nonstop for two days, and itâs starting to show on her face. Not so deep down, he knows he doesnât need much: he has water near him, there is no painkillers he can take for a couple more hours, his eyelids are drooping again and heâs, at the end of the day, a teenager used to living alone.
However, being Conan has a couple perks; most importantly, if he wants to be a needy brat who just has to have big sis Ran by his side during a boring Sunday while sick with a killer head cold, then he gets to be that brat all over again. Ran can barely say no to Conan, much more than sheâd be with Shinichi, and there just have to be perks about his current situation. Moreover⌠Faded memories of frankly lonely days spent wasting away in bed or on the couch with barely any attention other than Prof Akasaâs have left him wanting for more, and if usually he can keep it at bay with a passion for crime mysteries, now, itâs a whole other story. A distraction is always welcome.
All in all, with a dashing uniform vote from all of his sides, Shinichi decides being whiny as Conan is the best use of his stupidly boring sick day.
âCan you stay with me?â He asks, sniffling, as miserable as the most clichĂŠ Victorian child possible.
As always, to his upmost happiness, Ranâs face softens and she gives him the sweetest smile as she comes to sit next to him.
âOf course I can do that, Conan,â she replies with words like honey. âAnything else?â
âNo, thatâs good enough.â
He lets his head droop on her shoulder and falls asleep right here and there.
He can think about this being humiliating or not when it doesnât feel as fuzzy and warm to be bundled in so many blankets.
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Can you do arm on a sling for the bruises au please?
Itâs been months since TK wasnât on medical leave. Now that his broken ankle has healed, his arm is in a sling from a dislocated shoulder, putting him out for an additional three weeks. He looks miserable, struggling to do basic things like making himself a sandwich in the firehouse kitchen.
âLet me help,â Mateo says, and TK does, but he looks resolutely unhappy about it. Judd feels for the kid. He spent plenty of time himself dealing with the injuries from the 126â˛s explosion. âIs this that fancy cheese cap buys?â
TK nods.
He talks less and less nowadays too, making Judd worry about how bad things are getting at home. He needs out of that environment as soon as possible, but it just doesnât seem feasible when TK is unwilling to stand up for himself.Â
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Malik continued smiling, hoping that if he held the expression for long enough, Ryou would buy it. âI was hoping you didnât already have the setâŚâ he remarked. âJust came out last week?â
He was almost able to get away with it. Almost.
When he noticed Ryouâs frown, he inwardly cursed. Fuck. Still, he only lifted an eyebrow. âWhat?â He sounded flabbergasted. âBakura and I?â He shook his head. âNever.â
Aimlessly, he skimmed over the surface of the box. It was convex in some parts, and felt nice under his finger. âNo- I havenât had any chance to get this one yet.â He assured the other. Malik had a good eye for those things it seemed.Â
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