Fun Fact. Upside Down Teru Teru Bozus Are Meant To Summon Rain. And For Kanai Ward? Pretty Fitting.

Fun fact. Upside down teru teru bozu’s are meant to summon rain. And for Kanai Ward? Pretty fitting.

Also, AHHHHHH SO COOL!!! Thank you for listening to my ramblings and ideas!!! I love this so much!!!

I drew this based on @draconicsparkle idea of drawing the NDA as upside down teru teru bozus and Makoto as a puppeteer who manipulates them. It was fun drawing Kanai Ward out like a little board game and Makoto smiling all knowing like :3

Spoilers: Unmasked Makoto

The almighty duo! Tremble before them.

They are so cute! Thank you so so much!!!

Drew Vivia with Munin based on @draconicsparkle's fic Safe In The Nocturne! This was supposed to be quick and easy and then it turned into anatomy and skin painting practice oops. I just drew an outfit on top of that (didn't feel like drawing his usual outfit this time). Anyway go read the fic it's nice!

Surprise surprise! This comes out of nowhere! Listen; the creativity bug bit me this morning and I had the time and motivation to make it into something.

And what is that something? Rain Code fic with the Master Detectives as dragons.

It’s quite fluffy and it’s a one shot. And I hope you all like it!

Chapter 12 of He Who Defies Death in a nutshell:

Drawn by @hopelilies

Notes and thoughts under read more.

I’ve been so freaking excited to share this with the community! It’s been ready for so long and the time has finally come to show it off!

As said before, I commissioned hopelillies to draw this around when I first began the fic. When I thought of that particular scene, I instantly thought of that one meme and knew I wanted it illustrated. So thank you so so much for making it a reality! I appreciate you so much!

The support this fic has gotten has been unreal. I appreciate everyone who has given my story a try. I have more planned and am stoked to show you what will happen! So please stay tuned!

Also, here’s the meme for those confused:

Who asked for more of the Rain Code Dragon au!?

No one! But guess what? I did it anyway!

So yeah! Want to read some NDA dragons being protective over their Chief? Well I got something for you! Hope ya like!

So I’m a little late to the party, but better late than never! This is for @pixelatedraindrops and is a belated birthday gift for her! Thanks for chatting with me, I really appreciate it.

This takes place in my Twin Detectives au. It’s something that would occur close to the end of the au so I’d highly recommend reading the short series first. The link is in my pinned post on my blog! First one is The Masks I Wear.

But yeah, this is a little extra bit for that series. Hope you enjoy!

Makoto sighed in relief as he stepped off the private jet’s steps and onto the runway. Flying was okay, he supposed. But it was always far better to be on solid ground. Perhaps it would be different if he could have flown the plane himself, but the staff at the WDO constantly went on and on about him not having a piloting license and how it was for his safety and to let his mind rest that they had others control the vehicles while he was on the job. Part of him really wanted to spill the beans about his immortality thing but he ultimately decided to just let it go.

But anyways, he was back from an overseas mission. It hadn’t been too hard. It was fairly easy to go under cover with his young face and body. No one ever saw it coming that the petite, innocent looking kid was the investigator they were fearing. And they would never know. He hid his tracks well and completely. Only a few knew his true identity as Number One of the World Detective Organization.

And speaking of that, he was ecstatic that he could finally see one of them again. His only family, Yuma. It had been a few months since they had last met up and he was practically dying to see his brother once more. That thought put a bit of a skip in his step as he dragged his suitcase behind him to the car that was waiting for him. “Take me to the main office,” he instructed the driver. He didn’t have much to do there, just needing to drop off some files and then he could return home.

He drummed his fingers on his leg as he watched the world go by through the car window. He started envisioning all the things he and Yuma could do once he got there. Maybe they could go out to eat. Or a movie. Or a walk in the park. He wouldn’t mind a conversation about work, so long as it was with Yuma. Anything and everything was good to him.

His thoughts didn’t stop even as he did his necessary tasks at the office and hopped into his own vehicle. Despite how much time had passed and how their lives had been, the two still remained close. Yuma looked visibly older than him due to his ability to age. He appeared approximately ten years older, with long lilac hair and a taller body. But inside, the same kind soul resided. The one that had accepted his biological clone for who he was and even considered him family. Nothing would ever break the bond they had, he was sure of it.

His spirits remained high and even grew once he caught sight of the home. He was nearly bouncing in his seat with excitement as he pulled into the driveway and unbuckled his seat belt. He saw his brother’s car so it was clear that he was at the house. So it was perfect!

He grabbed his suitcase and lugged it up to the front door. He slid his key into the lock and pushed the door open. “I’m back!” he cheerily shouted into the house, eagerly awaiting a reply.

But nothing.

“Hmm? That’s strange,” the homunculus muttered. Typically, Yuma would come rushing out to greet him. But not this time. Had something happened?

With a mixture of curiosity and worry, Makoto walked through the house, checking every room. And he finally found his target in the bedroom, though not how he had expected.

Yuma was on the bed with a laptop on his blanket covered legs. That wouldn’t have been so bad, if not for the dark circles under his eyes, the ragged breathing, and the flush on his cheeks. His hair also looked unbrushed, as if he hadn’t had time to take care of himself.

“Yuma. You look like you haven’t slept for days,” he stated bluntly from the doorway.

The other startled with a yelp, looking towards the voice. He relaxed a bit when he saw his brother there. “Oh, Makoto. I didn’t… realize you were here. Welcome back.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that, considering how focused you were on your work. But back to my original concern. You look terrible. What’s happening?” he demanded.

Yuma glanced away. “Uh… well, I’m slated to take over the Nocturnal Detective Agency from the Chief soon and I’ve been… trying to go through the paperwork and understand how to run it.”

Makoto crossed his arms. “How long have you been at this? And how many breaks have you had?”

The lilac-haired man coughed, then cleared his throat. “Uhh… four days? And… maybe a quick snack break once or twice a day?”

“You… are so unbelievable,” Makoto muttered with an unamused expression as he marched forward. He took the laptop away, closed it, and placed it far enough away that it couldn’t be retrieved easily. “What have I told you? That humanity has limits to what they can do! And here you are, pushing yourself over that limit. I might have a heightened immune system, but you certainly do not!” he scolded as he reached into the closet to pull out another blanket. He spread it over top of his brother’s body, tucking it in and making sure it covered him well.

Yuma smiled sheepishly. “I’m… sorry?”

Makoto huffed as he pushed a second pillow under the human’s head. “You better be. Reflect on this and avoid making this mistake in the future.” He stepped away until he reached the doorway, pausing to point a finger at Yuma. “Now stay put until I get what you need. Got it?”

His brother nodded with a tiny laugh which turned into a cough. This motivated the homunculus to get moving and find what he needed. Medicine, a washcloth, apple slices, and a glass of water were retrieved and brought back to the bedroom. It was relieving to see that the instructions had been heeded and no movements had been made. He handed the medicine tablets to Yuma along with the glass of water. “Take these first. Then I need to watch you eat at least four pieces of apple.”

“Alright, alright,” Yuma conceded before swallowing the tablets with a sip of water. He took one of the slices from the plate on his night stand, nibbling it slowly. “At least we don’t burn the kitchen down when chopping up fruits.”

“Yes, that is true.” Makoto sat on the edge of the bed, bringing the damp washcloth over and draping it across Yuma’s forehead. “Hopefully this developing illness of yours will be halted before it can get worse.”

“Oh? I didn’t know you cared so much,” the human joked as he finished his second apple.

“Only for you,” he replied honestly. “Anyone else I would have just recommended things to. But you get my special attention.” He combed his fingers through the messy hair, gently untangling some of the strands. “So I expect you to get better under my care and attention. Family looks out for each other, and I intend to do that to the fullest extent of my abilities.”

Yuma laughed again as he finished the last bite and got comfortable under the blankets. “You know, technically I’m physically older than you and normally should be the one doing the caring. But here we are.”

Makoto raised an eyebrow. “But you forget that I’m technically mentally older because I have your grandfather’s mind. So I can recognize my limits much easier than you can, as I already have a lived life in my back pocket. But those technicalities don’t matter in this instance. You’re sick and need help. I’m here to help. And that’s that.”

Yuma sighed contently while laying his head down on the pillows, the medicine beginning to kick in. “Okay. Thank you, Makoto. I… really appreciate you, you know.”

This made the homunculus smile. “Yes, I do. I appreciate you, too.” He then hopped off the bed and went over to the light switch. “Now get some rest. When you wake up, I’ll check you again and then we can possibly do something fun together.” He flipped the light off, bathing the room in darkness and closing the bedroom door. He quietly walked to the living room, sitting down on the couch and sank into the soft cushions. This hadn’t been the most ideal of homecomings, but he couldn’t complain too much. Perhaps this was good and that it would hopefully teach his brother to not work so hard for so long. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be common, and that eased his mind. So much, in fact, that he was tempted to take a nap, too. He was a bit jet lagged, after all.

So he closed his eyes and relaxed his mind and body. And when he woke back up, he knew he and his beloved brother would be ready to tackle anything the world threw at them.