“to dream upon you, again”

[pruwinkle]

bunny day doodles

[kazusys]

Hello,

I wasn't sure if you were still taking reqs but if you were would you consider a magical girl reader as with kazuha/heizou? I can't decide if they'd be just normal people, villains, or fighting alongside the reader 😣

I just randomly had this idea and one again I'm so sorry if you're not taking requests (idk this kinda reminded me of your cupid au writing, which I loved so much omg tysm 🩷)

PRECURE ☆ IMPACT SUM. you’re a magical girl trying to hide your identity from people like heizou (nosy detective) and kazuha (your best friend) while spending your days fighting scaramouche + co. along with venti (who gave you your abilities) and xiao. 2.7k+ words.

incl. heizou, kazuha, scaramouche/wanderer, venti, & xiao. modern au! & gn! reader (YES it says magical girl but no pronouns are mentioned nor any descriptions of clothing)

A/N. THIS WAS SO FUN + I RELIVED SO MANY MEMORIES TYSM ^^ thank you so much for the request! btw that video header there?? IT TOOK ME FOREVER (capcut lagging 🫩),, overachiever frfr. TURN ON THE VOLUME WHEN WATCHING pls! btw IK most precure magical girls are in high school but I wanted to add venti & scaramouche meaning it’d be weird if i made the reader a minor… so anyways, enjoy ^*^

HEIZOU who is adamant in finding out your identity. there’s been a sighting of you? he’s there. someone was saved by you? casual interrogation. 

you yourself wonder why he’s so stubborn and deadset on finding the real you. maybe it’s for the pride upon figuring it out? the curiosity? whatever the case, he’s a pain as long as you continue to fight for those who need you. 

but even then… you can’t ignore the few times you’ve spoken as your other identity. 

you remember the first time, when he’d approached you after a particularly tough fight. he had looked you up and down, inspecting. you remember feeling sort of creeped out, before he gave you a smile and an offer to help bandage you up. 

of course, you denied. and in response…

heizou gently takes your hand, glancing up at you with a small smile, lightly placing his lips against your calloused fingers. your face heats, stunned at the forwardness of this guy. 

“as you wish.” 

and with that, he backs away, offering a small wave and a “good work today,” before walking away and leaving you with the small flutters behind your chest. 

and looking back on all the flirts he’d sent your way all this time, you deduce it’s his way of coaxing information out of you, to unveil your secret for his own unknown gain. 

but even though you know better, that stupid detective’s charm still finds its way to seep into your mind every so often— with his stupid comments on how you look (even though you look the same all the time), his constant need to initiate some sort of light teasing physical contact, and his abilities to notice every. single. thing. you. do. 

you know better. it’s only for info, you repeat. and even if he was being genuine, it’s not like he liked you. the real you. and that’s what you stick with, up until the one fateful day you open the door to him and let him ask something you’ve dreaded hearing from his mouth— 

“you’re that crime fighter putting the police out of their jobs, aren’t you?” 

KAZUHA who works part time as a photographer and just so happens to have been tasked with photographing the new crime fighter in town, aka you. one of his best friends with a secret identity he has no idea about. 

… or so you thought. 

kazuha’s always been observant. especially to you, because he may have a not so little crush. 

he’s observed your little habits, little mannerisms you don’t even know about. your favorites and least favorites, reactions and lack thereof. 

and since he’d been assigned to snap pictures of this new “magical crimefighter,” it’s obvious he’d have to put his observational skills to use here as well.

so he connected the dots. you shared the same small actions and ideals. you harbored the same tell tale signs you’d display when telling a lie. even though you changed your voice and looks, he could tell. 

so when you decide to make the choice to tell him, it’s to your surprise that he doesn’t seem fazed at all. 

“i know.” 

“you do?” 

“(name), i’ve been your friend for years. and your alternate is my latest photography assignment,” kazuha says softly. “thank you for the trust in me. i won’t break it.” 

and he never has. but it still kills you knowing that him knowing that information does him no good, and even puts a big red target on his back. 

like now.

you’d kill for kazuha to be anywhere but where he is right now. somewhere safe. 

but right now he’s part of the foot traffic running from the shadow monster parading around town. and for whatever reason, it specifically wants him. then— 

both you and the monster share something for about two seconds— shock. 

kazuha pulls out a sword— a sword usually used by samurais— and swings it with accurate precision, cutting down the beast as it fades to ashes. 

you think that may have been the hottest thing you’ve ever seen him do— but refocus to the desperate horde being formed. kazuha catches your eye, staring with a knowing smile. 

and you fight side by side, with the kazuha you never knew could fight so well, despite knowing he came from a noble lineage. 

and when all that’s left in the streets is the aftermath of people coming back, you pull kazuha into a nearby alley, carefully looking around you before transforming back your regular life again. 

you quite literally tackle him in a hug, kazuha caught just a bit off guard before hugging you back. 

“are you okay?” caring, caring kazuha asks. 

“am i okay? i should be asking you that, mr. samurai— you’re not the seasoned crimefighter here!” you can’t help but fade into light giggles at the end of your sentence, and neither can kazuha. 

as he stares at you, you notice the vision placed on the back of his shoulder.

“you were chosen, too? but, wait, you didn’t transform, so…?”

“just recently, i take it venti never informed you?”

you pull back to look at his face, frowning at the small, slightly bleeding cut on his cheek. cupping his face with both your hands, you wipe it with your thumb. 

“no, the little jerk. he probably wanted me to have a heart attack.”

“he wanted to see my swordsmanship before he leant the power of transformation, i suppose as a way of gauging my abilities.”

“really? he just threw me out there!… seriously…”

another light fit of giggles from you both.

you realize how close you are.

before you can apologize, kazuha’s hands come to hover over your waist. after waiting a moment, he gently places them there. 

you can feel your heart beating out of your chest, and you’re sure kazuha, with his keen sense of hearing, is listening. 

you both lean in at the same time, lips connecting, the afterglow of the adrenaline continuing to run through your veins, and you think everything is just perfect.

SCARAMOUCHE who seeks to demolish your companion’s world, and then your world by proxy, for simple selfish reasons and some underlying trauma within (but that’s a story for another time…). 

he really hates you. you’re not even a seasoned fighter, you simply appeared one day and then suddenly you’re a potential threat to his carefully constructed plans?? 

so he’s sure, he’s sure he absolutely despises your existence. 

until that day you find him battered by his own sacrifices for godhood. 

you couldn’t just leave him there, despite every logical reasoning pointing to letting him die off. it’d make your life easier, after all. 

but maybe your remembrance of his story— how he was abandoned from his original land by his own mother— provided some empathy, and it led you to patching him up in the same grass field you found him in. 

it was a pretty big shock to him once he woke up, finding you hovering over him and the realization that he’s not in the harbinger’s land but on earth, and that all his wounds had been treated. presumably by you. 

were you stupid? he tries killing you on a daily basis, so why didn’t you try to kill him while you had the perfect chance? 

you don’t get a thank you that day, scaramouche immediately vanishing back to his land before you can get a word in. you remember the shock on his face, the way he looked at you incredulously before scowling and leaving. and because of that, you believe your actions didn’t leave much of an impact, rolling your eyes and berating yourself and your empathetic actions to this day. 

but your actions did leave an impact. a tremendous one, in reality. because every time he planned to finally kill you following that moment of vulnerability, he remembered that day so clearly it makes him shudder. 

the way he felt nervous around you, cautious, and so very very exposed. he hated that feeling, and worked towards his superior being faster— not realizing the unhappiness that plagued him as he continued.

and when he finally achieved that? 

you were so very tired, and so very beat up. 

and yet, the villain you had fought all this time, finally having achieved his goals of arising to a whole new level of strength, upon being offered the opportunity to kill you once and for all— 

— did not take that offer. 

and offered you instead the ability to defeat him. 

scaramouche, now reformed to be known as wanderer, still thinks about that day. his fall from glory and grace, and his fall from his own successful goals. 

but that day, gave rise to something new.

and as he finds himself now fighting alongside you, he comes to terms. 

no, he did not hate you. far from it. and he’d be willing to fight alongside you for as long as you two lived. 

VENTI just appeared one day, in the form of a tiny creature akin to a stuffed animal, small braids and wings adorning him. and with him appearing appeared your newfound powers. 

he told of his world being tormented by beings called ‘harbingers,’ beings that found out a way to cross over into earth in order to seep its life and accumulate power from its land and people, all to overthrow the archons of teyvat. 

and so, venti, an archon or god of that land, came down to recruit in order to protect your world, which led to him finding you. 

of course, you hadn’t believed that venti, the fluffy creature you know him to be, could be someone of that high of status and age, until he transformed into his own human-like form.

you remember his ginormous wings encircling you, a teasing expression on his face as he asked if you believed him now, before taking your hands in his and seriously asking for you to take on the fateful role as a protector. 

and with venti accompanying you everywhere, you were able to grow infinitely closer with your companion. and even through all your shared moments— sleeping in the same bed, being able to be close confidants, all the flirty remarks and comments from venti, all the physical contact that seemed less platonic as time went on and venti began appearing in his more humanlike form in private— you never quite had a label for your relationship. 

he was ethereal, something so fully out of your reach, literally out of this world. how could you try to put a label anything more than simply friends? 

and so when the time finally came where the harbingers were defeated for good…

“do you really have to go?” you ask, despite knowing the answer that was unavoidable. 

“i’m afraid so. i have responsibilities back in teyvat as an archon, and have to be there for my people.” 

despite his silliness, you knew venti was capable and carried responsibilities that would mean the loss of a long friendship as he returned to his home. 

not your home. 

venti transforms in front of you, into his angelic like form. flapping his wings once, twice, he hovers over the ground just enough to be slightly higher than you. 

you sigh, and venti reaches down to tilt your head to look up at him, the one finger he uses sending chills through your nerves. 

“i’ll find you again,” he smiles, trying his best to exude comfort. “and when i come back, you have to let me listen to all the new songs released, and you’d better not bring a cat home while i’m gone—”

he cuts himself off when you shed a single tear. he gently wipes it away, using that hand to cup your face. 

you watch as the portal behind him to his dimension continues pulsing, feeling your heart do the same. 

then venti leans closer, and presses a light kiss to your lips. 

“don’t miss me too much, okay? i’ll come back, and i’ll find you! promise!” he holds his pinky up to you. 

you smile, heart beating faster at the kiss he gave you, wrapping his pinky with yours. 

“you’d better keep that promise.”

xiao who was also chosen by venti to fight, coming from the land of teyvat to join you and show you the ropes after a few solo battles by yourself as a novice. 

in order to watch over the activities of earth, he donned a disguise as a fellow student at your college, and you even became roomies! 

it was interesting seeing him adapt to human life, having things like movie nights and studying for standardized tests (which he didn’t really need to do, but did anyways for your sake), to learning how to adopt regular modern lingo and late night talks on the couch or in your room. 

it was also interesting seeing him watch over you. he’d stay while you slept, research which foods and how much sleep a human should get for optimal performance, dealt with less than agreeable people— for you or for the sake of the world, you don’t know. but you think it’s still endearing.

and yet, even with how close you’ve gotten, sometimes you don’t know how to approach him. like today, for example. 

he’d been quiet, a little distant. sure, he’s  usually not the most outspoken nor clingy, but you’ve caught him brooding and zoned out a lot more than once without any reason given to alleviate your concerns. 

so you think back throughout the day. 

you remember being a tad late in waking up, but you doubt he’s doing all this over that. plus, he was still treating you normally afterwards. 

you don’t recall anything else, until you remember lunch.

you went out to eat with your friend, xiao tagging along because the restaurant sold his favorite, almond tofu, and you had begged him to come along. 

you try to remember what she’d said, and recall a particular conversation. 

“you know those two people— the magical crime fighters going around and saving people together— i was saved by them recently!”

you attempt to feign shock and awe. “really?!” 

“yeah! they were really cool, i was…” 

you half listen to her retelling (as you remember the ordeal quite clearly), glancing at xiao every so often. then, a question from her reels you back in. 

 “do you think they’re dating?? that would be soso cute! i mean…” 

you school your expression, maintaining an even look. so does xiao. thankfully, your friend moves on before you’re forced to voice an opinion. 

now that you think about it, xiao did seem to be more spacey after your friend dropped that line. 

was he uncomfortable with the idea? you realize he must’ve been, and a part of you sinks. 

but your self pity could wait. for now, you needed to restore your communication with your partner in fighting. 

so once you arrive to your shared home, you face him as soon as the front door shuts. 

“xiao, can we talk?”

he stops the walk to his room, presumably, and nods. 

“alright.” 

you motion for him to take a seat next to you on the couch. 

he stares at you a little unnervingly. 

“so…” you start. “i’ve noticed there’s something off with you. i mean, i’ve noticed you haven’t… that there’s something on your mind.” 

“how so?” xiao follows up immediately. 

you take a deep breath. 

“… you’ve been distant and spacey. more than usual. and, i was trying to think about what could’ve caused that, and i was wondering if you… if it was caused by my friend. during lunch. the conversation of whether or not our counterparts were dating.” 

xiao doesn’t say anything, simply choosing to look away from you and at a corner of the living room table. 

you continue as his silence ensues. “um… if you’re uncomfortable with the idea… you shouldn’t let it get to you, really. my friend just loves drama like that, and—”

“i wouldn’t mind.” 

you pause. 

“huh?” 

“i wouldn’t mind us dating. it’s not that big of a deal.” 

you feel your face progressively heating up. “ah, uhm, really? i mean, i don’t mind either, it’s just— if it made you uncomfortable…”

“it didn’t. stop worrying so much.” 

he gets up, you following with a small stumble. 

“now, you should work on your notes. you missed half of the lecture yesterday…”

you can’t help but space out a little as he’s talking.

KAZUSYS— please do not plagiarize/steal, repost, translate, use my works for ai, and/or claim any of my works as your own. tysm!

[nectardaddy]

you think march is down right adorable when he's drunk. there's not a second that goes by where he isn't touching you somewhere just to make sure you're still next to him. even while he talks with ryis about a beer he tried the weekend before, his hand still rests on your thigh and squeezes every so often. even when you talk to celine about a plant you just gave to the museum, his fingers are interlocked with yours. and when he eventually gets called over by his brother, he'll always drag you right alongside with him.

he's so clingy too and it makes you chuckle knowing how shy he would get in the morning about it. teetering on his feet, but instead of leaning on the bar, he leans into you. hemlock calls him a sap, elsie teases with a smile, and balor helps take some of the red head's weight off of you all while saying he's glad march found someone to take the stick out of his ass. even still, you find yourself wrapped in march's arm with his chin on your shoulder.

he whispers that he loves you soooo much and because you love him so much you should let him get another drink. you look to josephine who gives you a wink, and hands him a glass of water and says it's the best vodka she has. he chugs it without a second thought and gives you the biggest grin.

he has to stand between you and his brother, just to be able to walk home because his steps are too wobbly. he keeps telling you how much he loves you, how happy he is, and olric beams because his brother's joy is also his. it's cute the way his eyes go to the sky and then back to you when he has something to say, slurred compliments and cheeky smiles.

you stay over at the shop, not to take care of him, but because he asked. he looked so pitiful when he asked you not to go, so the only solution was to stay. now cuddled up, arms wrapped tightly around you, he falls asleep telling you you're the best thing to ever happen to him.

[eternalsleepyy]

my fields of mistria farmer, Maevi

as you can see, styles changed up quite a bit! in year 1, overall a bit shy and unsure about the future here but determinend to make it work. year 2, fully absorbed in the mines story quest. major progress on farm but everything is overwhelming and exhausting themselves, and now year 3 summer. everythings calmed down ,they have three loving partners (march, eiland, juniper) and the dragons are living among everyone in peace. whatever the future might bring, the farm has truly become a home and the town itself couldnt feel more comfortable.

i sketched this mostly so i know it doesnt look super perfect but yeah :D

woah that was more text than i expected. hoping in future with full release i can add customiztion mods and ill draw however ill turn out then!!

[cuacarter]

a warm up sketch with terrible quality

[ciaojenny]

😳...!

[mierimi]

Mads!

Headcanons for Caldarus, Eiland, March and Balor whenever the farmer gets cuteness aggression towards them?

Hey, that’s me!! And this is *such* a cute prompt. 💕 Sorry it took so long to cook! I appreciate your patience and I hope you appreciate this post.

Balor

A little thrown off his game for a minute, but he gets used to it. Balor isn’t accustomed to being shown genuine affection and the results of the raw power of cuteness aggression are a LOT.

Don’t worry—knowing that you find him so adorable only makes Balor love you all the more. He embraces it with good humor and strong, warm arms.  

He’s kind of like a cat owner. Occasionally getting swatted at and chomped on and used as a landing pad are all part of the appeal. It would be boring if you didn’t act up a little. 

Caldarus

Caldarus initially finds cuteness aggression confusing, and then shortly after, it becomes amusing. Before long, it’s charming. 

He isn’t certain of why you sometimes express affection in rather violent terms, but he knows you mean no harm—quite the opposite, really. Once you explained that this phenomenon is essentially the result of an overwhelming surge of love that your body simply can’t contain, Caldarus welcomed it with open arms. Often literally. 

He typically reacts by returning your loving attacks in more gentle ways: hair pats, embraces, forehead kisses. It’s very soothing. 

Eiland

Oh, he just adores it. This is exactly what Eiland HOPED he was signing up for when he started dating you. 

Every incidence of cuteness aggression makes Eiland’s heart feel all bubbly and sparkly. It’s just so sweet. 

Like, awww…you love him so much you just want to squish him? He feels the same way! Eiland will never turn away your boundless enthusiasm over how adorable you find him. 

March

He will pretend to hate it at first. Key word: pretend.

He does not hate it. In fact, he loves it, and what he hates is when you chill out. Why did you stop biting his cheeks and hugging him with incredible force that no human body should be capable of producing? Did you think that was a problem for this brick wall of a man?

If you back off too much, thinking you really pushed his buttons this time, March will start seeking out and attempting to provoke new cuteness aggression incidents. He secretly delights in all the validation and attention. 

[eternalsleepyy]

march x overwhelmed crying reader

Note; first march fanfic. ?? Wth. Im new to writing fanfics so if this is bad i apologize. Just a self indulgent thought i wrote out.

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Since you got to this town youve been working so hard. Going to the mines, farming, digging up artifacts… and just so much more. You willingly took all of this on because of course! You have to prove your worth to be here right? Its not like you never take breaks or time for yourself when you need it. You have it under control. A perfect balance.

So why are you crying your heart out right now to March?

after an intense few nights down in the mines, with dragons and magic…. And you cant tell anyone about what youve experienced which eventually tipped over your ability to regulate yourself. And now its spilling over to March, of all people

“hey.. hey.. wait, give me one second” his soothing low voice is more gentle than ever to you. He puts away everything he was doing to bring his full focus on you. Hes unsure just what exactly would comfort you, so for now, a hand on your wrist as an invitation to be closer if you want. His thumb gently moving across your skin. He tries to look you in the eye, which yours are just filled with tears as your breathing is shaky. Youre trying to find the words. What can you even say to him? Technically nothing. But hes here right in front of you and youre supposed to just be quiet? Your indecision makes it even worse as you cry more. Bordering on hyperventilating at this point, youre greeted by March’s arm around your waist so you wont fall to your knees and a nervous but kind hand on your head. Brushing some of his rough fingers across as gently as he can

Sure. He has no idea why youre breaking down like this. But he does know that he wants to be the most reliable person possible to you. Out of anyone, you should come to him when you need help. And he has to prove it to you.

“its okay, im here. Ive got you” he says softly while holding you a bit closer. Luckily youre in his shop, more secluded than the anvil would be. No prying eyes. Just you and him.

“…..youre still crying” he says with a sad tone in his voice. What couldve possibly made you this sad? Its breaking his heart. “Hey hun? Tell me to do anything and ill do it for you. Im here with you. You know i am” he reassures. You nod as your heads just buried into his neck. Your tears wetting his skin. You relax a bit more. Breathing in his scent… being so close to him.. hes calming voice and best attempt at stroking your head. Hes surprisingly really good at physical affection. Maybe he just cares so much that he doesnt allow himself to give you anything less than you deserve.

you take a deep breath. “Could we.. maybe sit down?” You ask. March instantly hums in agreement. “I can do that” he sits back in his seat behind the counter, and bring you on his lap. Making sure youre comfortable and can sink into his embrace as much as you want. “Is this okay?” His voice so close to your ear and warmer than ever. You nod. His face turns up in a small affirming smile. “Good”

You stay like that for a while. All the words you wanted to say bubble up and pop away, no way to explain yourself. But its nice he doesnt care to hear it immediatly. You can just relax and be here. And eventually, you calm down enough to tell him everything you can say as he listens throughout. Patiently and attentively. Still stroking your head and his hand lightly scratching by your waist. His eyes so deeply an ebony, staring into yours like the cosmos. You could swear he looks like a puppy with those eyes towards you.

and he kinda is. Because for you? He’d do anything. Prove hes as loyal and devoted to you as possible. Be your safe haven. As much as you have been to him. really, he can be this soft around you because of just how you melt him. He loves you. And will show you tenfold.

and love sometimes is just sitting in your partners lap after crying your heart out.

he cooked for you afterwards as olric joined in and you could all laugh together as the day smelted into a sweet one. Like a shining ingot.

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anyone else get too overachieving in this game and do as many quests as possible? I did. And almost cried exactly like i described reader here TT may everyone have a March in their lives.

[eternalsleepyy]

March headcanon:

I think its interesting that so many ppl write March like hes super awkward with physical touch and has a hard time initiating affection when i actually dont think this is true? When ur actually dating him hes pretty good at showing that hes into you and hes fully comfortable telling u to sit closer, lean on his shoulder, warm up with him by the forge….. so i dont get why ppl just assume hes awkward because he fits the stereotype of being nonchalant and bad at flirtations. Hes not. Its natural for anyone to be shy at moments, but in the end hes an all in kinda person who i dont think would hesitate much to show he loves you and wants you near him. When hes focused he even tells you you CAN be nearby and i am certain as soon as hes done hell be so down for cuddling or anything of the sort. He literally tells you “one second, im almost done here” so he can give you his absolute full attention when he can.

i guess i just dont really care about stereotyping him as this cold person when hes genuinely not. Hes just prideful and felt intimidated by the player at first but he literally has so much respect for us now so he couldnt be further from cold. He even tells you “i run hot” as an invitation for you to cuddle up to him…… hes a cuddlebug in disguise im telling you

[eternalsleepyy]

🌸

Its my birthday today :) turned 21 ^0^

[eternalsleepyy]

heizou x reader : lovely mornings

authors note; fluffy and slightly suggestive, but nothing explicit. Theres nothing prettier than heizous face in the morning i fear. I love him sm <3

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laying on your bed, in the comfort of your own home, scrolling through your phone. Its a small relaxation, as youre on your side. Behind you, with his arm around your waist as his hand idly traces across your skin is your beloved heizou. Finally some time off from cases that never seem to end, to just relax in bed. But whose to say relaxation has to be boring? As youre scrolling, heizous been quietly observing you. How youre breathing, how you smell, how your body language is speaking… everything about you is just a puzzle he wants to endlessly solve. Hes always attentive to you. And right now all the clues are hinting that youre a bit tired. He might as well take it upon himself as your dearest partner to cheer you up right?

“Hmm.. anything interesting?” He places head in the crook of your neck. All too close with his lips right by your ear. His voice running through your bones, fluttering your heart. “Hm. Not really” you reply. Heizou inches closer to you. His body pressed closer and his arm encaging you to him. Youre not going anywhere. “Then maybe stop scrolling if theres nothing interesting. I dont need you to be all quiet in order to relax yknow. Actually… quite the opposite” he giggles as a mischevious thought forms, and without warning, he brushes his tongue across your neck. Followed by a kiss by your ear. You let out a gasp. Exactly what he wanted. Playing with you is always fun. “Go away….” Empty words as all youre really doing is hiding how flustered that made you feel. You try turning further away from him, but he wont let you. In these small moments he flexes the fact he is strong enough to move you as he pleases. With a gentle motion he moves you under him as he gets as close as possible. Hes hugging you practically, with his head still by your neck where he can continue to play a little. “Dont leave~ i wasnt done….” He trails kisses across your neck, jaw, shoulder… anywhere in the proximity. He places his finger by your blouse to pull it downwards just so he csn sneak in kisses by your collarbone. You relax. Its.. really nice. All this attention. You cant help but place a had through his hair and playing with it. Wanting to return the gesture. He hums in content, and then looks up at you. With these entrancing eyes that you can never deny. Does he even know how sweet he looks like that? You cup his face. Tracing your thumb across his cheeks. Your finger across the mole under his eye, followed by your lips pressed against the skin. “Youre so handsome, my love” you whisper softly to him. He flushes pink. Praises and compliments in your voice are still impossible to feel unaffected by. Can he ever stop wanting you here with him, all the time? To be devoted to you only. He moves forward and places a little bite to your neck. “Hey! Heizou-“ “and youre just as pretty, cutie” he then leans up so hes face to face with you, his hands intertwining with yours as he pulls them away from his own face as he starts messing with your fingers. Like youre the most inviting stressball ever.

“i love you. Everlastingly. Today is just for us. Ill take you on a really nice date okay?”

You smile. A little glint sparks in your eyes, as you move your hand free of his grip and tug him down so your lips are an inch away. “It can wait” you whisper softly, and place your hand down to rhe back of his neck do direct him closer as your lips meet his in a loving kiss. He melts into it, gravitating down to you as his hands are quick to hold your face. Moving down to your waist and encircling your body as you take your damn time to just kiss each other in peace and quiet of the comfort of your bedroom. He deserves the attention right back, dont you agree??

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DONT FEED MY WRITING INTO AI OR COPY. PLEASE IM JUST A HEIZOU LOVER

[eternalsleepyy]

heizou x reader [thunderstorm comfort] ——<3

Author note;

A fluff comfort piece with overly characterization of reader and heizou based on my own perception. Not sure if this fanfiction will be enjoyed by anyone but myself but hey. I had to contribute to my fellow heizou enjoyers :) first fanfiction ive written in well, 5 years, so im sorry for any mistakes. Im just a lurker on here, so please, be a little kind to me ^^

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its thundering outside. a heavy storm has been called upon the world after endless sunny summer days. Its nice. It feels like you can finally breathe again. Youve barely done any of your work due to the heat lately, which isnt exactly perfect assistant behaivour, but who cares? Its not like the person youre assisting is super strict on rules. No, exact opposite. Its better to just live your life as it feels. Isnt that the beauty of being alive?

pondering thoughts go through you as this lightning storm gives you a chance of tranquility, when you hear someone at the door. Sure, youve made plenty of friends now since your move to inazuma a year ago, but its still unexpected theyd show up during a storm like this. You kinda give off too much of an independent vibe for someone to be desperate enough to cling unto you. Anyone except this guy before you. Soaking wet, and quick to hide the feelings on his face. Youve known him long enough now to know hes playing it off casually. Its a habit. Hes a lot more sensitive emotionally than people give him credit for. For whatever reason hes rushed to you, hes trying to not be obvious about it.

“heizou? Please, save whatever you have to say and get inside” you rush him in. A tone of concern in your voice above anything else. its kinda cringe even how hes trying to appear unphased to you right now and like hes cheerful as always. When clearly, the clues speak for themselves.

“Im sorry to stumble here suddenly, but, yknow its a pretty intense storm! I was trying to make sure my dear partner wasnt in danger” his voice is short of breaths. He raced to get here. And you doubt its actually this reason. Hes protective, sure, but hes attentive. Hes clever. He knows how youd feel about thunder. You, on the other hand, are finding out right now how he feels. And for his sake, you decide to play along

“thank you, my dear hero” you softly smile at him. Knowingly. He returns the same expression. An unspoken feeling. He knows what youve observed already. But it feels good to not have to explain yourself all the time. God can he relate. How nice it feels to just be believed without words. Because someone cares enough to understand you in the smallest of clues.

he tries drying his hair with his hands, a little ashamed that he probably looks like a wet dog before his dearest assistant. “Oh, i have towels for you upstairs. Actually, i can even get you a change of clothes” theres a small surprise on his face at your generosity. Youre close, being coworkers and well, friends too, but still. This is someones home. Their safe haven. Its kinda intimate that youd offer to share all of this. In the sweetest way.

“i-if… *ahum* if youd want to. Itd be nice. …. Thank you” the small stumple in his sentence. Its kinda cute, since youve never seen it before. You brush your thoughts back. Most importantly, right now, is to care about the person before you. “Follow me then, detective” for a sense of normalcy, the title slips out. He lets out a small amused hum at it.

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“Is it comfortable?” Hes changed into some pyjamas you offered. *your* pyjamas, no less. All he can do is nod. “Good. Your hairs still… could i?” You dont even think before you reach out your hand. Normally this level of touch isnt easily done for either of you. Heizou has this weird reputation of being charismatic and flirty. Hes good with people. Getting information is easier if you know how to undo someones guard. But physical touch is a different boundary. It means…. Actually wanting to reach out. And if hes really honest with you here, he cant say he gets the urge much before this moment. Its so sudden. The realization of how close this is. “No its…. Ah- nevermind. Id appreciate it” after a second of silence, he speaks up. “Good to know youd be so quick to work so hard on my wellbeing. I cant afford this much extra work yknow? However do i repay you?” he gives his signature smile, composing himself. Whew. Things almost got too vulnerable there. You grab the towel and dry his hair. Gently. Getting ever part he failed to get. You realize too how close it is. And play it off the same way. “Dont worry. This isnt on working hours. I wont see it as unpaid labor~” an attempt at a joke, to lighten the mood. He gives a small smile again, but mosrly, hes quiet. Observing you. “There. Thats better” you look at him. He looks a lot cozier now than how he first arrived at your door. You place aside the towel, when he speaks up.

“Maybe my dear assistant is just naturally good at getting into peoples hearts as i am. Youre taking after me” the tone would normally be fully playful, but theres a softer edge now. You quickly engage in your typical dynamic. “Oh of course! Ill be taking all of your skills and charms and far surpass you” you say with some hand gestures as if intimidating him. He laughs back at you. Its nice. Its like…. You two. But here. In your home. Its a lot more welcome than you ever expected. “Well, honestly, i wouldnt say you win until you solve a case before i can. Consider it a challenge. Youre talking to THE shikanoin right before your very eyes”

“Hm yes. Solving a case….. cuz how come, THE shikanoin as you say, comes here at midnight unnanounced in a storm no less?! Me, number one detective in training, will answer this in ten minutes or less!” Heizou looks amused at your little show. Watching you as you think hard to come to your own conclusion. Though, you had a feeling from the start. Maybe his intuition is rubbing off on you. “dont waste your time solving such an easy case. I just needed you. Thats all”

a moment of eye contact. Maybe,,, sometimes saying it outloud is nice too. Heizou expression changes. Like hes a little too closely caught on his heart. But yet, persist. As this connection is valuable enough to push past any embarrasement.

“and…. If its okay… i kinda need you for all of tonight. Not- not like that, of course. I just meant- yknow”

you nod. You sit next to him by the window. Seeing the raindrops fall in pretty patterns. He leans his head down by your shoulder. Small contacts like this. Small puddles in an ocean. A finger on the head, a brush against arms, just lightly touching or holding in a way thats just distant enough to be safe. To be friendly. And playful. But here. This puddle ripples differently. Hes leaning on you. With a soft sigh. Without thinking, you lean your head against his too. His voice is a little raspy, and quiet, as he talks next.

“you… moved here after the implication of thunder changed for everyone of inazuma. I know times are different now, but… i feel uneasy. Its like, the memories swallow me whole. I didnt suffer nearly as much as others. I know that. But still. Seeing the world around me in such fear. The very fear i fight against everyday. I felt helpless. Like there was nothing i could do. And once it was all over, i wanted to pretend i never felt that way at all”

heizou looks over at you, then back at the window. Having checked your expression, he places a few fingers around your hand. Inviting.

“but… youve changed me. You may not think so, but you have. You make me confront the fact i dont want to be helpless. I dont want to feel like i cant protect anything and like im drowning. I want to be useful again. No one else thought i was. I do my work and use my brain to prove that i am, but to you. In the time ive known you… i dont think i have to prove to you that im useful. You said so before yourself. That everything flows together. Everythings swirling around. And reaching hearts when you dont think it does. So i guess… thank you. For… giving my existence in life more meaning than just being a detective. But being shikanoin heizou. Youre a wonderful person. And i wanted to trust you. To.. hide with you when im scared. Like right now”

at his confession, you hold his hand in return. Theres something special youve both shown each other since working together. A reason to believe, in the value of genuine closeness like this. Because no matter how scary the world is, and how you may be perceived, being able to be vulnerable and transparant is the strongest way to ground yourself. And trust yourself. To be okay with someone else.

“youre wonderful too, heizou. Thanks to you, i get to watch rain patterns in company. And… not feel so lost all the time too”

your words are so simple to what he just said, but its enough. Its enough… yeah… this feels nice. As you look at his face in the moonlight and comfort of your home. As hes in your clothes, with his hair messy and his eyes curious and warm to you. You could stare at him forever. With his lips slightly parted. Youre staring, you barely register when he talks again.

“you know, i could actually fall for you if you let me spend time with you like this more. Id be careful if i were you”

you look back at him. And laugh.

“sure. Do what you like. Ill be here when you need someone to hide into again. Just find me”

you look away with a dumb smile and closed eyes. Doing the exact thing he does all the time. Playing it cool. Being sincere but hiding it with tone and gesture. The way he looked at you….. theres no way youll forget it.

Meanwhile heizou has a small intake of breath at your response. Surprised of how… sweet your words actually were. No teasing or trying to brush off his heart. Just reassurance. Like you always are at the end of the day

“Im telling you, i really might”

“and im saying, sure. Do what you want. Its not like i can stop you!”

you say back as playfully as you can muster through the way your hearts starting to speed up. To fight off the tension, You grab his face and play with it. Messing up his cheeks to tease him a bit. Maybe youre a bit flustered, fine, and his face will be the victim of that!

“Oh what am i to do with this detective of mine… should i catch you when you do? Catch you like a criminal? Hm? Chase you until youre behind bars?”

He doesnt do anything to pull away. Sure. Play with his face all you like. If anything, hes happy youre so willing to be touchy right back like hes been building up to be.

“mhm do your best. Im sure youll manage to hunt down the greatest detective ever~”

“be careful now. I know all your tricks. Ill hunt you. Till youre all mine! …. To catch. Behind bars. Yeah.”

a loud thunder strikes, and all feeling dissapears. The startled heizou before you, moves his hands up in reflex.

“actually…. Maybe for now, can we sleep?”

….

as soon as youre both settled in your respective beds for the night, with your back faced to him, you place your hand over your heart.

fuck.

maybe youre the one whose fallen for your coworker already.

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