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MY HEART!! part 2Detective Conan episode 854: Memories from Sakura Class (Shinichi BOY)MY HEART!! part 2Detective Conan episode 854: Memories from Sakura Class (Shinichi BOY)MY HEART!! part 2Detective Conan episode 854: Memories from Sakura Class (Shinichi BOY)MY HEART!! part 2Detective Conan episode 854: Memories from Sakura Class (Shinichi BOY)

MY HEART!! part 2


Detective Conan episode 854: Memories from Sakura Class (Shinichi BOY)


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I recently bought Photoshop and I decided to make Ran Mouri’s scene from ending 53 on Detective ConaI recently bought Photoshop and I decided to make Ran Mouri’s scene from ending 53 on Detective ConaI recently bought Photoshop and I decided to make Ran Mouri’s scene from ending 53 on Detective ConaI recently bought Photoshop and I decided to make Ran Mouri’s scene from ending 53 on Detective Cona

I recently bought Photoshop and I decided to make Ran Mouri’s scene from ending 53 on Detective Conan. Feel free to use these pictures, but please don’t remove the watermark, I work hard on these pictures and it would be a bummer if someone took credit for my work.

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(Right is edited w/ levels, hue & saturation and sharpness added)


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MY HEART!!Detective Conan episode 853: Memories from Sakura Class (Ran GIRL)MY HEART!!Detective Conan episode 853: Memories from Sakura Class (Ran GIRL)MY HEART!!Detective Conan episode 853: Memories from Sakura Class (Ran GIRL)

MY HEART!!


Detective Conan episode 853: Memories from Sakura Class (Ran GIRL)


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strikerkudo:Happy Holidays to @princebbu ! I heard domestic fluff and naturally to me that means Son

strikerkudo:

Happy Holidays to @princebbu!

I heard domestic fluff and naturally to me that means Sonoko has to learn how to bake with her girlfriend,, 

Hopefully you enjoyed your free days! :D


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darkestabsol:…You’re my type too, Sera-chan.Hey @strikerkudo, I was your secret santa for @dcmksecre

darkestabsol:

…You’re my type too, Sera-chan.

Hey@strikerkudo, I was your secret santa for @dcmksecretsanta! Hope you enjoy this Seraran piece where Ran (eventually) returns Sera’s ‘just my type’ comment!


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otaku-108:

I’m back…

Merry Christmas @shsl-box-worshipper! I’m your @dcmksecretsanta, and this is your gift! I tried to mix fluff and angst in here as you said you like, so I hope you enjoy it! Have a very nice Christmas day!

Thank you to the org behind the event for making this possible ❤️

chriswhitewolf:

Hey @artycreaty! Sorry that it’s a little late, I had to make some last-minute changes to the storyline and it took some time to rewrite it. Here’s your gift for the @dcmksecretsanta event!

It was super fun to write, and I enjoyed playing around with a Shinichi who grew up so different from canon and didn’t become a famous high school detective!

So without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

Keep reading

@artycreaty

Quick drawing of Ran :)(Aoyama was right, as soon as you draw the ‘horn’ it automatically looks like

Quick drawing of Ran :)


(Aoyama was right, as soon as you draw the ‘horn’ it automatically looks like Ran lol )


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detectivegeekshin:

So…

Let me talk to you a little bit about one of my favorite things in this manga, and it has to do with Ran. I know this comes really late, but bear with me, because it came to mind the other day and now I have the need to share.

Ran has questioned Shinichi’s desire to be a detective a couple of times. She has asked him directly that if he wants to be involved with mysteries so much, why doesn’t he just write about them like his father? How can he be okay with seeing some of the things he has to witness during cases (corpses, etc.)? And he has explained that the thrill he feels solving actual cases cannot be substituted by anything else. She seemed not really convinced. Accepting, of course. Because this is Ran, and she loves Shinichi, and she accepts him the way he is. She sees his excitement and is happy for him but doesn’t really understand it herself at that point.

But Ran has now seen both sides of being a detective. Its cons and its perks. She had to listen to Shinichi’s deductions and then accuse a woman she admired because it was what had to be done.

She pulled it together and got it done, but she didn’t like it.

And she ends up leaving and crying while hugging Conan. Truly the job of a detective is difficult and to have to expose a person you know and admire nonetheless… It hurt her. (Shinichi also has gone through this experience before, with Ray.)

But then the case at the convenience store with her friend Aya happened. And she got a taste of the better side of the job. She actually carries an investigation of her own this time. No help from Shinichi, it’s just her. And she’s insecure. And how couldn’t she be? But then Shinichi calls her..

Look at his little smirk and try to tell me he’s not proud of her, I dare you. She’s anxious, she doesn’t know if she’s right and she’s scared of saying what she’s thinking because what if she’s wrong? But instead of telling her straight up…

He assures her that THAT is the best part. That the feelings and excitement they get from testing their theories out is just THAT great. He just gives her that little push of confidence that she needs, and THEN SHE’S ON THE JOB BITCH. She goes for it and she’s right. She gets stuck in a little detail, but Shinichi immediately jumps in to help her because how could he not.

Look at her! She’s blushing! She solved it, and she was able to help her friend

And she finally gets it, solving cases and helping people is kinda cool, huh?

(so that’s what’s got Shinichi hooked on it… Maybe it’s not that bad after all. Who knows, she might be carrying her own long investigation now concerning a certain boyfriend detective gone missing . But that’s a chat for another day.)

Also let me add this panel of Shinichi calling her “Miss Detective” because oH FUCK

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything, practically a year and 2020 was awful and 2021 didn’t start off well either because of a relative’s death. But anyway, I hope you guys like what I’ve written.

If you wanna support me, I would be highly grateful. My paypal is: paypal.me/filterish

It was truly horrible that Ran was dealt such a awful card in her life. An alcoholic father, a workaholic mother and an innate disposition of wanting to please people whom she loved.

She could have lived with the first two cards but it was the third one that made her life difficult. Wanting to do the best she could at academics so she could get praised by her absent parents, wanting to have friends so that she could answer her mother’s questions about her friendships with conviction, wanting to work so that she could take care of the monetary burdens… wants, wants, wants.

To be honest, all she wanted was peace. To not be involved in her separated yet together parents’ tumultuous relationship. Sometimes thinking about her family made her chest hurt and throat tickle. She loved her mother and she loved her father. But she didn’t love them together. And when she came to realize that at the age of twenty, she finally let go.

She had worried and schemed to get her parents back together practically her whole life but now, she knew that if they didn’t want to be together, all her efforts would be in vain. So, at the age of twenty, with a heavy heart, she decided to let her family go. She stopped calling her mother to fix a date with her father, she stopped pestering her father about giving a fuck about her mother. And then came the realization that she was lonely. So lonely that her heart ached.

She hadn’t managed to make friends, life long friends people would go on about, because she was focused on bettering herself so that her parents would praise her. On the flip side, she had gotten into one of the best universities in Tokyo and was studying her desired subject about Medicine. Most days she could live with the pay off. Having a stable career would help in surviving alone a lot.

People in her class would invite her to hang out and she would say yes, just to sit there and observe them. For some reason, the buzzing chatter of her classmates soothed her a lot. They would gossip or discuss about classes or professors and Ran would sit there with a slight smile on her face and her heart feeling lighter. She craved companionship. 

With that thought in her mind, she decided to open up with her college classmates. She knew the names of the people in her class, thankfully and so, with a cheery smile she used to plaster on at her high school, she slid into the conversation about the college’s professors.

“… And Tsukiyama-sensei gives us so maaaany diagrams to draw,” Hayami-san was whining, “I have a part time job to do and then that teacher’s homework… I don’t get the time to unwind at all.” 

“He does push us a lot,” Ran said and noticed the sort of surprised looks of her three classmates, though they quickly covered it up. 

“You find it hard too, huh, Ran-san?” Sonoko-san said, “With your grades, I thought it would be easy for you to catch up.” 

Ran quickly grabbed the opportunity to continue the conversation, thankful that the atmosphere didn’t turn awkward at her sudden interruption, “Ah, well, I don’t actually have a lot to do, you know? Mostly studies and a part time job as an assistant at a detective agency.”

“Detective agency?!” The three of them exclaimed and faced Ran fully.

Her smile grew sheepish as she said, “Ahhhh, but, nothing interesting happens when I’m there. Usually, I just have to compile all the data and file them.” 

“But, still! You must have found something interesting there!” Aoko-san said, with her eyes shining with excitement, “A case? Or a person? Have you ever helped the detective, Ran-san?” 

Ran shook her head no, “I’m not allowed to work on the cases, Aoko-san. As a matter of fact, I’ve not even seen the detective yet, I usually work in the evening, after my classes are done.”

Hearing that, the three of them looked concerned and Hayami-san spoke, “Ran-san, are you sure that’s safe? I mean,” she shared a look full of concern with Sonoko-san and Aoko-san, “you have never seen whom you work with, right? What if it’s some super shady guy?” 

Ran chuckled a bit and said, “It’s okay, Hayami-san. I’m trained in karate. Plus, the agency I work at is super reputed. It’s just that the guy whom I’m assigned to is very, very busy and even other employees have said that it’s rare to see him in the office. He works at very odd hours.” 

That did nothing to alleviate their concern and Ran felt a bit touched. This was the first time she was having a proper conversation with them and the four of them were practically strangers yet Hayami-san, Sonoko-san and Aoko-san were so concerned about her well being. 

Aoko-san was apprehensive and she murmured, “If you say so, Ran-san,” and then in a more chipper tone asked, “Which agency do you work at?”

“Kudo Detective Agency.” Ran replied.

Hearing that, the three of them were even more animated in their response, “THE Kudo Detective Agency?” Aoko-san gasped in disbelief. 

“Wait, the famous ex-policeman one?!” Sonoko-san exclaimed.

“The one that has this hot, handsome guy working there?” Hayami-san said.

All of them turned to look at Hayami-san and she shrugged sheepishly, “What? Everybody knows that there is this rumored handsome guy who works there and is seen like once in every millennia,” she said sarcastically.

Sonoko-san swatted her friend and Aoko-san clicked her tongue, waving her comment away and turned her attention back to Ran, “You really work at Kudo Detective Agency, Ran-san? Oh, wow. It houses the best of the best detectives.” 

Sonoko-san nodded and said, “Damn, you must have impressed the Kudo husband and wife duo a lot. Seeing that they have such a strict policy and criteria to employ people.”

And with that, the three of them were off chattering about the elusive Kudos. Ran chipped in whenever she could but mostly listened while they were talking. She didn’t have the heart to tell them that only reason she works there is to spite her father in an act of rebellion. 

The Kudous were not the reason her father was a piss poor detective but she had spent her teenagers listening to him whine about how Kudo Yuusaku was responsible for the lack of cases in Mouri Detective Agency. And at that time, Ran did what she could to help him, guide her high school classmates in need, put up posters, advertise in newspapers… she did what she could but her father was too prideful to take small cases and too incompetent to work properly on big ones. And by then, the ex-policeman Yuusaku and ex-actress-turned-housewife had established a proper detective agency housing some of the brightest, youngest detectives. 

When she cut ties with her family, she decided to do what she wanted. And so, she offered her services to the Kudous. She knew she could be an excellent assistant and she proved herself by working for a week under Yuusaku Kudo herself. From organization to appointments to little treats or snacks for the clients… she did what she could have been doing for her father. 

And by the time the week had ended, she was employed with a good salary. She thought that working there would hinder her Medicine study course but the detective whom she was assigned to had a set of orders ready when she entered his office. 

She was surprised at first because no one was there to greet her on her first day, just a piece of paper telling her not to come during day time and that her work was to organize the papers that were kept on the table. Sure, there were scribbled notes scattered everywhere on the table but a quick glance clued her in that those were case notes. Case notes of multiple cases, to be exact. 

She found it extremely odd that the detective whom she was supposed to assist had never shown himself. All she knew was that his name was Kudou Shinichi, Kudou Yuusaku and Yukiko’s son, and was an excellent detective. He had grown up in the States and had come back at the age of twenty with plethora of experience under his belt. 

Ran chalked up never seeing him to some weird quirk of his. Truthfully, she liked working there. The Kudou couple treated her kindly, the assistants of other detectives were warm and welcoming, even the other detectives greeted her and indulged in small talk. The work wasn’t difficult, the pay was excellent, the timing fit her college schedule perfectly; everything was great except for never having seen her superior’s face.

Ran sighed as she brought herself back to present. Aoko-san was talking about the lab work they had just finished and Ran smiled lightly. Having friends like them would be nice, she thought. And swore to herself that she would make the effort to know them better. 

That day, she felt very calm as she entered her office. The Kudo Shinichi plaque at the door greeted her and she opened it, mentally gearing herself up for the stack of papers that was bound to be there, only to be greeted by a man, who was shuffling through them. 

“Umm… hello?” Ran asked hesitantly, not wanting to jump to conclusions about who this man was.

The man faced her and smiled a bright smile, which left Ran disarmed. “Hello, you must be Mouri Ran-san?” he asked.

Ran felt a little discombobulated, she hadn’t anticipated someone being inside the office. “Uhh… yes, I am. And you are…?” she didn’t want to presume who he was but she had a little inkling of whom he could be.

“Ah, sorry for introducing myself late,” and he walked up to her and held his hand up for a greeting, “My name is Kudou Shinichi… and ahh, I’m supposed to be working here,” he said in a playful tone with a smirk that showed a dimple on his left cheek.

The only thought that crossed her mind at that moment was what Hayami-san had said a few hours before. He really was a gorgeous man. 

A Shinigami, that’s how he was known in Japan. Elsewhere he was named differently, his name varied from culture to culture, from country to country, from religion to religion. But what he did, what he was remained constant throughout the centuries.

The God of Death.

When he was created and promptly assigned his role, he had been excited. To be assigned such an important role, the opportunity to help humans’ souls to safely pass on to the other realm was a humbling job. And at first, it was. He would stay by their side when they were dying, listen to their stories and little anecdotes about their life and make their ending moments a little bit more bearable. He would sob along with the family members when their soul would depart, feeling as if he had lost someone dear to him as well. 

It soon became his noose. It crushed him whenever he had to take a child soul. Their stories would be so innocent and filled with hope. To take these young souls, it ripped his heart out. And slowly, over the centuries, his heart hardened. Because he did such an amazing job of helping humans in their end moments, he was assigned helpers to make his job less burdensome. The world’s population was increasing after all. A single God of Death couldn’t possibly keep up with the genocide, the murders, the accidental deaths, the suicides, so he was given help. And slowly, he started to withdraw himself from the human world. 

Yes, they were lovely and yes, they were ugly, too. But that’s what made humans, humans. A person could be the best version of themselves in front of a set of people but a literal nightmare to another set of people. Humans backstabbed, cheated, lied their way through life. But they also created bonds and loved with their whole heart. They were a conundrum, a plethora of emotions swirled in them, none of them remaining constant.

To the God of Death, humans were precious and that was the reason why he couldn’t do his job properly. If he treated them as someone dear to him, once they were gone, they would leave their mark on him and for a God to be impressionable, that was most unheard of. And a God without a job couldn’t exist, so for his survival, he hardened his heart.

The long stories he would patiently listen to were cut off by curt words, the smile that would grace their face when they would see him were now replaced with grimaces. The completeness now replaced with fear. And he thought to himself, yes, this is good, as his chest caved in with pain.

His current location was Japan and for the first time in his existence, it wasn’t due to somebody’s death but due to his job being in peril. 

Two humans had somehow found the key to immortality. He wanted to roll his eyes. Humans and their fascination with staying alive. Well, they couldn’t possibly be aware what damage a long life caused to their souls, so he supposed their attempts to conquering nature were… appreciable. As an entity which couldn’t be extinguished, he wouldn’t recommend it though. But to each their own.

And so, he walked across the doors of Miyano Pharmacy. He knew that the humans wouldn’t be able to recognize if he came in as a celestial being, so he was confident in his stealth. He ruffled through the papers kept on the desk, surveying the lab and he was impressed. These humans had worked hard to defeat him. Seeing a photo frame beside the computer, he picked it up, curious to see who these humans were when the door knob turned. 

He didn’t pay it any attention, no alive human could see him. There was no way he would be found but when a gasp resonated, he turned around, only to meet the eyes of one of the humans who was in the photo.

“Who- who are you?” The woman asked, taking on a defensive stance.

He was stunned. He could hear the woman breathe. He could hear her heart beat but then how could she see him?

The woman’s tone grew angry as she asked again, “I asked- who are you? Hurry up or I’ll call the police.” 

He cleared his throat, caught off guard and said, “I’m Shini- Shinichi,” and he struggled to smile as he had seen humans do when they wanted to appear non-threatening.

The woman looked confused though, probably trying to place if she knew someone named Shinichi. Too bad she would come up empty. Before she could say anything, he hurried to spin a lie, “I’m here because your father wanted me to look at your recent… invention.” 

The woman searched his eyes and he tried to make himself look as innocent as possible. He wasn’t lying completely though, he was there to look at the invention. He just didn’t intend for the said invention to exist once he was done being there in the lab. 

He was curious about the woman who could see him though and he asked before he could stop himself, “I’m sorry but I can’t seem to remember your name. I’m not good with them.” 

The woman still looked cautious but his act must have been convincing because she said, “I’m Ran,” but then didn’t offer up any more information. 

He smiled at her, a genuine one, trying his best to put her on ease. He hadn’t tried to accommodate a human for centuries but he remembered that humans valued sincerity and so he tried his best to unarm his arch nemesis. 

“Hello, Ran, it’s nice to see you. I am-” and he was abruptly cut off.

“Raaaan, have you see my coffee cup. I can’t find it,” a girl’s voice came as she entered the room. 

Ran turned slightly to answer, “Sorry, Shiho, haven’t seen it,” and then turned back to face him. The brown haired woman, Shiho, walked in, trying to find her cup and this was when Shinichi knew his cover was blown. Because this woman, this Shiho couldn’t see him. 

“Hey, Shiho, aren’t you gonna greet our guest?” Ran asked, slightly confused at Shiho’s impoliteness. The man was standing in the middle of the room. Why was Shiho pretending not to see him?

Shiho tried to peer behind the row of books as she answered, “What guest, Ran?”

And Shinichi grew nervous.

Ran’s brows furrowed as she stared at Shiho’s back, had the two of them really slept so little that they had started to get hallucinations? “The one who’s wearing all black. Looks like he’s in his early thirties. He says his name is Shinichi.”

A book fell down on the floor as Shiho tried to locate her coffee cup but started  to face the room so she could see what Ran was talking about. Shinichi knew he had to escape while Ran’s attention was on Shiho. This Shiho couldn’t see him but that Ran could. She could mess up his plans and so he opened a little portal he could escape through before Shiho fully turned around.

Finding no one, she said, “Ran, there’s no one,” and then started her quest again, mumbling about how things could get misplaced and god, they needed to buy more coffee cups.

Ran faced the room again and was stunned into silence. The man had disappeared. 

“Kiss me.”

“What, why?” Ran was confused why she had to kiss him. The situation didn’t warrant for a make out at all.

“It’s the only way.” Shinichi answered gravely. And for a minute, Ran was on alert. Had she missed something? Had the people they were tailing somehow spotted them out?

And so she stepped closer in front of him, just in caution and asked under her breath, “The only way for what?”

“It’s the only way,” he answered back with a serious glint in his eye, his jaw clenched. And for a second, Ran’s head was full of thoughts about how hot her boyfriend looked. She shook her distracting thoughts off, surreptitiously glanced around and stepped further closer to him.

“The only way for what, Shinichi?” She asked again when they were almost chest to chest and Shinichi still had that grave look on his face. 

Slowly, his arm circled her waist and he bent down to reach Ran’s eyes. She instinctively looped her arms behind his neck, waiting for an answer while looking around the street in order to find out who had found them. 

She got distracted when she felt warm breath on her lips and she turned her head to see Shinichi looking at her dead in the eye. She gulped. Something must have seriously gone wrong for him to look like that. 

“Just kiss me, Ran.”

And so she did. The instant Ran’s lips touched his, Shinichi spurred into action, pushing her against the brick wall in the alley and Ran let her hands curl in his hair. His tongue brushed against her bottom lip and Ran groaned at the unexpected action but opened her mouth. Once his tongue came in contact with hers, she lost all thought of someone finding them out and just gave in fully. She titled her head for better access, all the while Shinichi’s hand snaked up along the nape of her neck. He held the back of her neck with a single hand while Ran tugged on his hair. 

Shinichi let out a guttural moan and pushed Ran even further into the wall, their lips breaking off to catch some much needed breath. She let her head fall back and Shinichi took this opportunity to glide his lips along the side of her neck. 

The much needed oxygen helped to clear her head a little and she asked breathlessly, “That kiss was the only way for what?”

Shinichi hummed a little, his lips a little too busy with the skin on her collarbone. 

“Shinichi?”

Somehow he managed to pull himself a little before giving her a wide, unapologetic, satisfied grin, “Ordering you while we are working was the only way I could get you to kiss me in public.”

I would like to thank @detectivegeekshin for the wonderful, wonderful dialogue and headcanoning with me

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The whole three months were quiet for Ran. All she did was attend her clinical rotations, read up her books and go on outings with Eisuke-kun. She called them outings because she felt that calling them dates would be a disservice to actual romantic dates. The distinct lack of any kind of tension clued Ran in what would happen to her marriage with Eisuke-kun. 

A friend. That’s what she would call Eisuke-kun and it seemed like Eisuke-kun had caught up on how she felt about him, when he had gently probed her with a “You don’t feel it either, huh, Ran-san?”

All Ran could do was offer him a sheepish smile and answer no. No, she didn’t feel like Eisuke-kun was the man she would spend her life with. She didn’t feel like it was a waste of time for her though. When she had previously thought that any good, smart, kind man would work out well as a husband, she came to realize that she had preferences. She snorted to herself. What was the use of having preferences when she couldn’t meet a man who met them? 

Thankfully, Eisuke-kun didn’t feel that their time together was wasted either. He was gallant and had teased her about how now he had a reserved date and wouldn’t have to resort to asking out one of his colleagues for parties. They had agreed to be just friends and when Eisuke-kun had offered her to not tell their fathers about their decision, Ran had felt a bit melancholic. Here was a man who was an actual good person and any girl would be lucky to have him as her significant other but all she could muster up at that moment was gratitude. 

Gratitude that he was willing to help her keep up appearances. They had gotten close in the past three months and Ran thought of him as a very dear friend and she had decided to lay out her insecurities bare in front of him. About how she thought it was difficult for her to have romantic feelings for anyone. How deficient she felt because of that. How she worried that she was missing something fundamental that everyone had. And Eisuke-kun had listened to her patiently and consoled her by saying that she hadn’t met her person yet. In lieu of baring their walls down, Eisuke-kun had admitted to her that he had loved another woman but their relationship had turned so toxic, that they almost destroyed each others’ lives and how lost he had been after; trying to stand up on his own and how hopeless it seemed to live. He went on to say how a homicide detective, his colleague now, had helped him find a purpose in life. How much he had helped him to gain a sense of his worth.

While he had been lost in thought, reminiscing about his past, Ran just looked at his face and started naming the emotions that were running though her.

Affection.That he had survived such a hardship and been able to turn into such a wonderful man.

Pain.For what he had to suffer through.

Empathy.For the sense of loss he felt.

And so, she came to a conclusion. Eisuke Hondou was a wonderful man but he wasn’t her person. She didn’t love him like a woman loved a man. She loved him like a friend loved her friend and once, Eisuke-kun was out of his thoughts and saw the sad yet determined look on her face, he knew what she was going to say.

After a brief hug and a “Wish I could have felt something more for you” they decided to be friends.

Ran was curious though. “Who was the person who helped you out, Eisuke-kun?”

Eisuke smiled fondly at the thought of his saviour, mentor and best friend and said, “Shinichi Kudou.” 

“A fake husband?” Shinichi asked dubiously.

Ran nodded eagerly, her eyes twinkling with mischief, “Yes, a fake husband.” 

Shinichi slowly sipped his coffee, reminding him that no, he wasn’t drunk and what he was hearing was in fact, correct. “A fake husband?”

Ran’s enthusiasm didn’t wane as she exclaimed, “Yes, a fake husband.” 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was well aware that they had been repeating themselves for the past minute but for the love of god, he couldn’t compute the information he was being provided with and in a courageous attempt, tried to actually process what Ran was saying.

It took him some time, if he was being honest. He didn’t like that fact. But then again, who else other than Ran was capable of reducing his brain to mush? 

“You want me to be your fake husband?”

“Yes.”

“… Why?”

“You know how my parents have been overseas this whole time?”

“Yeah, ten years.”

“Recently, they’ve been on my case about ohh, nooo, Ran, you’re twenty-five. You’re still not married. Your medical career is not going to keep you away from loneliness when you grow old. Why don’t you find a good man for marriage? Maybe I should help you out.” Ran rolled her eyes as she recalled what her mother had said to her on their video call, “Soooo, I thought, hey, what if I told them I was already married?” 

“So you wanted to send them early to their grave. What a good daughter you are.” Shinichi said as he stabbed the omelette.

Ran pouted at him and Shinichi rolled his eyes, very well aware that Ran and her parents had what he liked to call a give-them-a-heart-attack-love relationship. 

“Oh, please. If changing my career choice in my last semester didn’t make them keel over, nothing ever will.” She said nonchalantly as she poured herself a glass of black coffee. Shinichi made a disgusted face at the quantity and Ran gleefully smiled at him, aware that he found her drinking habits appalling.

“Sooo, be my fake husband, please?” she pleaded.

“No.”

“Awwww, you’re such a bad sport.” 

“Thank you.”

“Wasn’t a compliment.”

“I don’t want a compliment from you. It’s the scariest thing ever.”

Ran sniffed, “Waaaow, so rude.”

Shinichi smirked, “I aim to please.”

“You being my fake husband would be most pleasing to me,” she said as she sipped her coffee, her eyes over the rim of the glass.

Shinichi sighed, “Why me? You know you have an endless line of admirers who would jump on this proposal.”

Ran put away her coffee and answered, “Because I love you.”

Shinichi could have sworn his heart leapt out of his chest when he heard her. He chuckled nervously at the serious look on Ran’s face, trying very hard not to let her words swarm into his brain and heart. She didn’t meant it that way. She was never supposed to mean it that way. They had been childhood friends since they were four. There was no way he would see Ran in a romantic light. She meant much more to him than a fickle love. She was like a sister he never had. His number one supporter in everything, his go-to person. There was no way she would blur the lines knowing how he felt about romances. How much he loathed them and the horrible relationship his parents had. And how much he was turned off from the prospect of romantic love, in general. There was no way Ran would force him into a corner like that, knowing how much he despised romantic love, so he deflected.

“Ha ha, you know I love ya, too, but c’mon Ran, a fake husband, isn’t that too much?” he swallowed at the serious look on her face.

And as Ran gave him a sad smile, he knew she got the message. Shinichi had never felt this horrible, seeing that sad and accepting look on her face and blurted out before he could stop himself, “For how long will I have to be your fake husband?” 

Ran tried to put up an excited front now that he had agreed but Shinichi could see it through. She meant it when she said that she loved him but Shinichi also meant it when he said that he loved her. 

He loved her too much for her to end up like his mother.

[Part 1] 

Eisuke Hondou was a good man. A kind man. And Ran thought that if she were to get married, he would work well. He was a homicide detective in the Tokyo Police. A well behaved, smart, kind man like him would make a great husband, she thought. She should be grateful her father introduced him to her as a partner but all she could think was finally.

Finally, she no longer had to worry about probing questions about her relationship status. The skeptical glances she would get when she answered that she had never been in a relationship. The out of place guilt and shame she would feel for not being able to perfrom the basic function of being loved and loving someone romantically.

Hondou-san was soft spoken but was firm. After their fathers had introduced them to each other and given them some privacy to get to know each other, Ran couldn’t find any faults in him. Well, it was too quick to make an accurate assessment of him, if she were being honest. Nobody could actually know the real person, people whom you trusted for so many years could betray you given the right set or circumstances and people whom you had written off could become your saviour.

So, yeah, he was a good person was her first impression. But well, wouldn’t he try to show off his good qualities in the first meeting? After all, it was a meeting for marriage. But she digressed. Ran knew that she could be very wary of people and their intentions, a by-product of being surrounded by a broken marriage and fickle friends.

When she had said that she couldn’t say yes to getting married, Eisuke-kun, as he insisted she called him, was very understanding. She did explain herself by telling him that she didn’t think that she could agree to spending her life with him if she didn’t know him. Eisuke-kun had smiled and said, “Mouri-san, I find it very admirable that you’re not agreeing to the marriage within an hour of us meeting each other and I agree that we should think about it more seriously.”

Ran had sighed, happy that he wasn’t offended and had shot him a tiny smile, “Thank you for being so understanding,” she crossed her fingers and continued in a hesitated tone, “If you don’t mind, we could meet up and get to know each other? I’m sorry I’m being so reluctant about it.”

Eisuke-kun had blown away her apology and they ended the meeting with a ‘no, we’re not agreeing to be married but we’ll get to know each other and see how it goes.’ Needless to say, their fathers didn’t find that chain of action very appealing but agreed grudgingly. At least, it wasn’t a direct no.

She wondered why she wasn’t excited though. Maybe it hadn’t hit her yet. Essentially, Eisuke-kun was going to date her. Shouldn’t she had felt a tiny bit of glee? The jumping, the smiling, the high pitched voice and thumping heart beats that her friends would describe when they met a man they were interested in? Maybe it would grow slowly? Her feelings for him? After all, it was their first meeting and while he was fairly attractive, Ran wasn’t taken in by his looks. She did appreciate his nature though. Any other man would have been offended at her refusal but he had been very understanding and that was the reason she was going to try. 

She smiled sadly to herself as she thought about how naive she has been when she was young. Romances, it seemed, weren’t her cup of tea. Well, passionate, whirl wind romances which could blow off your feet kind weren’t her cup of tea. Maybe, a relationship with a man who she couldn’t find faults with would suit her better. 

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Gonna continue!

I’ve been out of writing for too long and I blame my uni and clinicals for that. Also because there’s been less newer ShinRan content, so bleh.

If you want to support me, I’ll be truly grateful. Any amount is appreciated and you can do so via paypalorko-fi.

Ran has long seen people around her fall in love with someone. She has seen movies with these epic romances and as a child, that sort of unending, infallible, true love for any one was heartwarming. She would be starstruck. And hopeful that there would be someone, that special someone, for her as well.

But as she grew up and saw how fleeting love was, she changed her mind. Love wasn’t enough for people to stay together. She had seen that in her parents’ case. Love wasn’t permanent or unconditional. She had seen that when Sonoko would ‘fall in love’ with a guy the next day even after proclaiming that she had found the ‘one’. 

Her opinion on that emotion was tepid at best. She thought that she would change her mind when she would fall in love with someone. After all, it seemed like being attracted to someone was very easy, if Sonoko and her dad were the examples to go by. But no, she went through middle school without a crush, her high school days were the same. No boys caught her eyes. She thought that college would be different, but no. No one, absolutely, no one caught her attention. No man. No woman.

At this point, Ran was skeptical, Was something wrong with her? Was she missing something? Did she not know how to be attracted to someone? Everybody else seemed to have a easy time with attraction and all its consequences, why not her? 

To be fair, she was very reserved when it came to dating. She didn’t trust easily and for her, she knew that if she dated someone, she would give her all to the person and she didn’t want to choose the wrong person. She valued and treasured herself and refused to let anyone sway her thoughts. She was her number one. No one would take care of herself better than her and so, she didn’t want to settle for anyone who would easily break her. 

She wondered though, if she would ever find a person when she didn’t want to compromise some of her reservedness and go out to clubs or chat with strangers online. But then again, wouldn’t it be a false front she would be putting because she didn’t go out to clubs, she didn’t want to chat with strangers online. 

Sonoko said that if she didn’t put herself out there, nobody would notice her. And maybe she was right, but she didn’t want to do those things, so she refused to. Being single would be better than putting up a front to get someone to stay with her. 

And anyway, she had her career to focus on. After being accepted into the medical university, her life had been full of books and clinical rotations. She preferred to sleep on her days off rather than going out. Staying in was her favorite way to spend the weekend. She would catch up on her novels, music she was interested in, read anything interesting going around the world and just enjoy by herself.

By this point, she was sure that she would be staying single, unless and until either of her parents came up with a match for her. Arranged marriage was her future, and it seemed like that future wasn’t far away.

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Part 1 of something that I may write more of…

Will it be Shinran or will it be something else? It depends on how evil I’m feeling.

it’s truly something that i’ve loved detective conan for seven years now and this is the first proper fanart I’ve drawn for it (idea from @/lams_lamy on twitter)

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