Title: you could be my blue ribbon winner

Fandom, pairing: DCMK, Heiji/Kazuha

Rating: T

Notes: Birthday fic for illeistic!

( Heiji realizes what everyone else already knows on an utterly nondescript day. )

Title: you could be my blue ribbon winner

Fandom, pairing: DCMK, Heiji/Kazuha

Rating: T

Notes: Birthday fic for illeistic!

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5.

On some indeterminate day in the future, Arthur will wake up and roll over, seeking the heat of another body. He will be greeted with an empty space, but warm sheets.

He will grumble incoherently under his breath before sitting up in bed, rubbing at his eyes. The bedroom will be in a state of disarray - shirts tossed haphazardly around the ( Read more... )

4.

Today, Arthur wakes up in Paris.

He can feel it in his bones, the weight of this city and what it means to be here, to wake up here. His body is pleasantly sore, but he’s not ready to think about what that means just yet.

He doesn’t open his eyes, not yet. He feels the sheets against his bare skin and wonders idly about the thread-count. He ( Read more... )

3.

Today, Arthur falls out of bed.

“Fuck,” he snarls, lying on the ground. He stays there, feeling the carpet against his bare back, relishing in the sensation of feeling something he understands. This, this is simple. Plush carpet fibers against his skin, sunlight peeking in through the gaps of the curtains. Slacks he hadn’t bothered to ( Read more... )

2.

Today, Arthur wakes up to the cold.

He’s got a headache the size of Francis’s libido, and the sunlight pierces through his closed eyelids. He grimaces, unwilling to wake just yet. His bed is cold and hard and where is his pillow -

His eyes fly open.

He’s lying on the floor, the bed sheets he vaguely remembers grabbing from ( Read more... )

1.

Today, Arthur wakes up to the warmth of the sun on his bare skin. The curtains do practically nothing to filter the sunlight streaming in through the window, and he buries his face beneath the pillow.

Then he abruptly flings the pillow away and gets out of bed, tossing the sheets aside. He pads across the cold hardwood floor to the ( Read more... )

“Of all the ways to go, really,” she scoffs. “A stray arrow in the chest? Really, Robin, I expected much more out of you. Perhaps a vicious fight to the death with the Sheriff? Or Guy, you might have enjoyed that one more. Or both. Honestly, I’d always thought you’d waltz in here covered battle scars from head to toe with a story for each one of ( Read more... )

“So, what, is this it?” Robin asks, lying in the fields of tall grass, staring up at the sky. “Heaven? Or is this the other place?”

“Neither, actually,” Carter replies, staring down at him and kicking him gently in the side.

“Ouch,” Robin says, absently rubbing at his side. “So then what is this place? Looks just like the real world to me. Or are you ( Read more... )

On one of the first nights of his return to England, he climbs up the side of her house and perches himself on the windowsill. Previously, he might have dared to tap on the window or even barge in uninvited. But he knows he’s lost that privilege now.

Inside, her room is dark.

Robin hides himself behind the branches and leaves of a nearby tree and ( Read more... )