❝ have it your way, cutie. i can no longer go on pretending at this point - even a hilichurl would see through the act. so be it, let me introduce you to the true witch of purple rose. ❞
SYNOPSIS: you and childe are a-list actors, always the leads of most blockbuster movies. while you’re both usually portrayed in romantic relationships in your movies, you certainly had never actually liked childe in the romantic sense. in fact, you didn’t really like childe at all; he was rather infuriating to you and his prideful demeanour was quite annoying, to the point where being around him got unbearable.
so that’s probably why you nearly lost your mind when your managers suggested a fake relationship to combat your sharp decrease in fans. the idea was simple, since a new actor took the scene, they assumed till your both’s new movie released, you’d barely be a-list actors anymore, so they wanted a long-awaited relationship to take the headlines and make you both the talk of the film industry.
the idea was simple, but carrying it out was very, very, very, difficult. but hey, your money was important to you, and so was your reputation. and you were willing to risk it.
in theory, you just had to hold hands, hug, maybe kiss, post a few cute pictures, that’s all.
i mean, how bad could it possibly be?
CHARACTERS: childe, kamisato ayato, diluc, zhongli, jean, kaeya, yae miko, albedo, xingqiu, lisa, yunjin, kamisato ayaka, scaramouche, and many, many more.
found this really cute "what color is your love" uquiz so open tag to whoever wants to join !
my result was coral pink. your love is the colour of spring blooms and of lipstick prints, of fingertips and roses. you are so full of love, full up to the very top. you love everyone and everything that deserves to be loved. keep loving.
forest green. your love, though sometimes kept secret, makes others feel safe and at peace. it is the colour of deep, quiet forests and secret paths covered in leaves. it is the colour of growth.
AAA tea love ! thank yew for the tag this was so sweet <3
light yellow - your love is the colour of sunrays seeping through curtains, of light glittering on the ocean. your love is a such a joy to have. it brings both peace and excitement.
𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 - your love, though sometimes kept secret, makes others feel safe and at peace.it is the colour of deep, quiet forests and secret paths in leaves. it is the colour of growth.
deep blue: your love is the colour of warm nights, of starlit skies and of deep waters. your love is serious. everlasting. people value the deepness of it.
forest green ; your love, though sometimes kept secret, makes others feel safe and at peace. it is the colour of deep, quiet forests and secret paths covered in leaves. it is the colour of growth.
tags ! @theabysspaimon @ruufei @wisauwu @hvrbinqer if you wanna join !
character[s] — kamisato ayato.
theme & genre — fluff, kissing, strangers to lovers?
cw/tw — alcohol, a tad bit suggestive.
word count — 2.9k words.
a/n — for @maehemthemisfit 's fluffvember collab ! thank you for having me <3
wonder what i'll do when the cops come through and the whiskey's run out.
you mindlessly swirled around the sparkling beverage in your wine glass, the soft party lights illuminating everything around you.
you weren't really one for house parties, especially when your friend who'd promised to keep you company had just abandoned you to go talk to someone about fifteen minutes ago. now, you were sitting alone, which was quite embarrassing, considering everyone around you was chattering away with their companions.
it was a shame, really. you'd gotten all dressed up and put on your best clothes and nicest accessories, and even got all excited to have fun with your friends, all to be left alone.
although, you wouldn't say you felt alone, honestly.
especially not with the incredibly handsome stranger who'd been eyeing you for the past five minutes.
he wasn't exactly a stranger, you'd seen him around your university, he was quite the celebrity there.
understandably so, since he was the president of the student council, his sister being the vice president.
you didn't quite remember his name. from what you'd heard, he was an intelligent and opportunistic man, but equally mischievious and cunning.
but god, no one had told you he would be so attractive.
when you first met his eyes, you immediately turned to the other side, a bit surprised from realising he was looking at you, of all people. in your eyes, you were definitely one of the least eye-catching people there, surrounded by many eccentric souls who came off a bit too strong in their mannerisms and impressions.
feeling his gaze on you, you fixed your hair out of instinct, looking down at the drink. it seemed lackluster now, for some reason.
actually, almost everything seemed lackluster after you'd locked eyes with him.
time passed rather slowly for your comfort, and it was a bit frustrating. solely because you still felt him looking at you, his lavender eyes gazing upon your figure sitting on the bar stool. you would rather he come up and talk to you instead.
he was assertively sitting on the sofa, legs crossed as if he owned the place. some women did approach him, but he was quick to deny any advances made from them. he came with four other people before, but now he was all alone. you'd noticed them get up and go to dance, and you assumed he didn't want to.
well, assumptions were no more needed, anyway. you could just straight up ask him directly, now, since he was making his way to you before you could process anything.
'cause i've been lookin' at you since half past two, wanna take this downtown?
a cool, collected voice asked you, "is this seat taken, miss?" and you quickly nodded, knowing who it might be. his voice made little goosebumps form on your skin, but you dismissed it to be the cold air in the room. it was nearing the end of november, anyway.
you took another sip of your drink. you suddenly felt like you were underdressed for the occasion, even though this was the most you've dressed up for a party.
he had a cup of bubble tea in his hand (the first time you'd ever seen someone drink bubble tea at a house party), fairly well-dressed for a place full of people on the verge of breaking down, with his blue hair tied into a low ponytail that was thrown over his shoulder.
you glanced at him, and felt your cheeks darken a bit. you convinced yourself it was the alcohol (and spoiler alert: this wasn't the last time you're to blame the your drink for whatever was to go down).
why were you embarrassed again? he was the one who was staring, no?
"um, hi. you're the president of the student council, right?" you said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, even though it was already tucked. "y/n."
"hm? a pretty name. suits you well." he smiled, stretching out his hand as if it were for a business deal. "ayato kamisato, president of the student council, you may just call me ayato. a pleasure to meet you, miss y/n."
a pretty name... suddenly, you felt grateful for your name. you wouldn't trade it for the world.
ayato, his name was prettier. everything about him was. the way he composed himself was so dignified.
"no need to be formal. you can just call me y/n." you shook his hand. they were soft as silk, and you enjoyed the feeling of them against yours. "it's nice to meet you too, ayato."
a small moment of silence followed your introduction. a part of you was hoping that wasn't the end of the conversation.
"what brings you here, y/n? i mean, you're alone, like me. so i couldn't help but wonder." he raised a brow and you laughed softly, your voice barely overpowering whatever cliché love song that was playing on the speakers.
"i came with friends, but they all left to do their own things. so basically, i was ditched." you frowned a little, then titled your head in ayato's direction. "you?"
"my friends have their dating anniversary today. why one would keep an anniversary for their first date, i will never know." he chuckled softly, and you felt warm in your chest, comforted by his presence.
you chuckled, wishing them a happy anniversary from your end. ayato nodded, taking another sip of his boba.
ayato had a playful glint in his eyes, his smile lighting up the room as he carefully tapped the table in front of him with a proper rhythm. he was gorgeous, no competition.
"they went off to dance. each of them has their own partner, but me. i'd rather sit alone than dance alone surrounded by my friends who look like they're about to make out with each other." ayato said, as if he was waiting for you to say something.
fifth wheel, much? you felt pretty bad about that, but hey, he was always welcome to dance with you.
that's what you were thinking, atleast. not what you wanted to say out loud.
you swore you were never drinking alcohol again.
this liquid courage got me way too honest.
"well, would you like to dance with me?" you said, and your hands clasped over your mouth the second the words came out of them.
bold move, y/n. very bold.
"you can just say no it's fine you don't have to say yes i mean i'm practically delusional for wanting to dance with someone like you you know i'm basically nobody and why would you even dance with me even though i find you pretty cute and i'm internally wishing that you would and i should really shut up now-" you paused, taking a deep breath. "shouldn't i?"
ayato stared at you, wide-eyed. "huh?"
"i'm so sorry, you can ignore me for the rest of the nigh-" you started, but were interrupted by ayato's laughter echoing through your ears.
"oh my god, you're so cute." he stated, and you nearly fell off your stool. "i'm WHAT", was your internal monologue. you were absolutely flabbergasted. how could he say things like that without feeling embarrassed?
his contagious laughter subsided as you attempted (and failed) to collect your thoughts.
"it'd be an honour to dance with you, y/n. besides," ayato winked, grinning. "i couldn't ignore you even if i tried."
cheesy. and unbelievable. that's how you would describe the entire situation. but despite how your face was on fire, you couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable surge of euphoria rush through your veins.
ayato stood up, extending his hand for you to take. you got up, following his lead.
the music was deafening, but you could still hear his heart beating loudly as you danced with him. you smiled in his direction, eyes meeting for what was the hundredth time, but seemed like the first, since you felt all your complex emotions over and over again.
perhaps it wasn't good to be so attracted to a stranger. perhaps it wasn't so good to want to leave this party and go somewhere quieter. where it was just you and him.
you wished he wasn't looking at you the way he was, his sultry voice making you feel goosebumps all over again.
his hands were wrapped around your waist, as he moved to the music. you clutched onto his clothes, unable to meet his gaze.
put your phone on vibrate, let's catch a vibe, babe, while the sun's down.
"look me in the eyes, y/n." he whispered close to your ear, and you stiffened up, immediately locking eyes with him. he smiled, his thumb holding up your chin. you instinctively closed your eyes, and he leaned in.
his soft lips pressed against yours, and for a brief moment, it felt like you were falling.
it was thrilling.
when he pulled away, you pulled him back for another kiss, and he obliged willingly. it felt surreal, to kiss underneath party lights, the surge of adrenaline rushing through your veins, your heart beating fasted than it ever had before.
the alcohol was starting to act up.
"do you... do you wanna go somewhere else?" you whispered, voice barely above the chattering of people. bold move, you thought to yourself. but you didn't want to wait for no reason and let it pass by you.
ayato took the hint immediately, smiling. "of course. where do you want to go?"
"anywhere."
"what about my place, then?" he offered, and you nodded quickly. ayato smiled, giving you his hand.
hush now, i know we're a little too fucked up to stay still, love.
you followed as he led you through the sea of people, and he stopped to talk to a woman who looked just like him. you assumed it was his sister.
"ayaka, i'll be going back home." he said, and the girl; ayaka, asked why. ayato responded by nudging you, and you greeted her.
she bowed slightly, greeting you back. "see you, brother!" ayato grinned, waving her goodbye.
"your sister is gorgeous." you complimented, and ayato replied with, "i'll let her know."
you both quietly left the party, making sure to tell no one except ayaka that you two were together. god knows what sort of wildfire would begin when they found out that the kamisato ayato was seen leaving a party with a nobody.
be as quiet as you can, 'cause if anyone sees they'll just blow shit up.
then again, you didn't care. you were impatient, and you knew nothing mattered except you and him. let people say whatever, you were just there to be with him.
you and ayato spoke about things on the way while he drove to his estate, and you were glad to get to know him. you'd never felt this... free, this comfortable with someone you'd just met before. he was charismatic, and easy to talk to. it didn't take much for you to find yourself feeling attracted to him.
you were quite talkative too, under the influence of whatever drinks you'd had at the party. you wished his estate would come quick enough, cause it was tough holding back on yourself when he was right in front of you.
after what felt like an eternity of talking and playful flirting, you finally reached his massive house. he welcomed you in, and said that it was only you and him, since the servants were on a leave.
how coincidental. the timing was perfect.
i don't gotta know if you're taken,
his hands held onto yours tightly, and he tilted his head, looking you in the eyes. "are you nervous?"
"a little, i must admit..." you let out a soft laugh, and ayato hugged you in response. "don't be. i won't force you to do anything. just stay with me."
you sat down on the sofa in his living room, your legs crossed in anticipation. a part of you felt nervous, but you were getting impatient, too. your emotions were overwhelming.
ayato sat down beside you, his eyes meeting yours in the silence. the room was dimly lit, and the large window showed a beautiful scenery of the city lights and stars.
he put an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. you felt your breath hitch as you came closer, gaze lingering on his lips for far too long, and ayato wasn't exactly clueless either, since he took the hint.
i'll just let you know, bedroom's vacant.
the night was still young. the stars were sparkling brighter than any of the blinding lights at the party you had escaped from. you couldn't help but never want to leave.
you didn't want tonight to end.
there was an undeniable charm in the air, mixed with unfamiliar feelings you had never felt before. you thought to yourself, were you one of the many people he had brought to his home like this? or were you the first?
no one's gotta know, just us and the moon 'til the sun starts wakin'
you dismissed those thoughts, and neither did ayato give you time to think, as his lips gently pressed onto yours once more. somehow, it felt far more magical than kissing under party lights.
you closed your eyes, and swore you could see stars because of the fever of excitement you were feeling.
his kiss melted onto your lips, slowly savouring every little part of yours. his fingers delicately placed themselves on your cheek, caressing it to soothe you and reassure you to keep going.
you grabbed onto his shoulders for support, inching closer and closer to his body. the kiss lasted far longer than it had before, and you enjoyed every second of it. you found yourself wanting more when he pulled away, and you couldn't blame anyone but him for getting you addicted like this.
but how could you blame him, either?
you kissed ayato's neck, unbuttoning his shirt a little to make way for you. embarrassed by your confidence, you buried your head in ayato's chest, and he teasingly asked you, "are you being shy? don't worry, we don't have to rush."
that was reassuring. you wrapped your arms around his waist, sitting down on his lap. ayato ran his hands through your hair, whispering compliments. he was so gentle with you, it felt ethereal.
up's the only direction i see, as long as we keep this lowkey,
"you're so pretty." he breathed out, "so, so gorgeous."
his voice was like ambrosia, his lips like honey, tasting so incredibly sweet on your lips that you couldn't believe they were all yours. his passionate kisses were mixed with your sloppy ones, you were trying to form coherent words but you couldn't.
not when you were at such close proximity with the kamisato ayato, to the point where you could see each crevice of his carefully-carved visage.
a mark was clearly visible on ayato's neck from your little adventure earlier, and he ran a finger over your lips, an indescribable emotion in his eyes. the crinkles under his eyes and the curve of his lips was driving you to new heights, and you, flushed with embarrassment, desperately tried to hide your face.
you ain't even gotta love me.
the moon was glowing, the stars dwindling in the sea of black. you felt like you were falling deeper and deeper into his abyss, only to crash-land onto clouds of tenderness that he'd created for you with his hands.
perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was ayato, but you felt so intoxicated. your skin was on fire, and you swore it was liquid courage that had you feeling so bold tonight.
"you're a secret, one i don't want anyone to know." ayato claimed, warmth glimmering in his eyes as he looked at you. "perhaps i'm scared they'd take you away from me."
"no one's going to take me away, ayato." you laughed, pressing your forehead against his.
"they will once they find out how absolutely bewitching you are." ayato immediately responded, as if it was second-nature for him to be so enchanting with his words.
us in a king-size, keep it a secret,
you didn't want to leave, regardless of how late it was getting or how many rumours would spiral if you were with him. you didn't really care, if you wanted to be completely honest.
"stay the night, won't you?" ayato whispered against your ear, and you nodded, arms wrapped around his neck. “if it’s you, though, i’d like for you to stay forever.”
you knew what you wanted. you knew it was with him. and still, still you would blame the alcohol for your courage, honesty and fogging up your rationality, cause you had never felt this strongly for someone before.
say i'm your queen, i don't wanna leave this,
you didn't even want to tell anyone, it would be for the best. what use was others knowing gonna bring? so naturally, you assumed the best course of action was to keep it a sweet secret, just for the two of you to savour.
keep all the nights you wanted to spend with him a secret. keep all the longing glances and fleeting touches a secret. keep all the passionate kisses a secret. keep the blooming love a secret.
character[s] — scaramouche.
theme & genre — making out, suggestive, scaramouche's usual [mild] cursing.
cw/tw — none.
word count — 1002 words.
a/n — he deserves it.
in every way possible, this would have seemed like a bad idea.
"god, you're so damn impatient, aren't you?" the man in front of you grit his teeth, as you held onto his waist tightly, stumbling into your house.
i mean, who has the guts to get on the balladeer's nerves till he snaps?
the answer was you. you feared nothing, it seemed. not even scaramouche's anger. which is why now, you've stumbled into your room, clinging onto his shirt for the life of you, unable to keep your sight off his soft lips.
"i think i can," you breathed out, "i think i can say the same for you." you crashed onto the sofa, leaning against the plush leather. scaramouche hovered above your body, looking down at you. "besides, scara, you were the one who kissed me first. it's like you're almost begging for me to do this."
in every way possible, this would have seemed like a bad idea, but you didn't care, to be quite honest. because bad ideas seem to come to you naturally, when you're in love with a short, angry harbinger who sends death threats on a daily basis.
"someone's being really damn bold, huh?" he ran his fingers against your collarbone, slowly tracing your chin. "someone should teach you what to do with that mouth of yours."
you smirked, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "oh? will you?"
he merely let out a scoff. "who else will?" he remarked, holding up your face to meet his eyes.
his lips crashed onto yours within a second, and you gripped onto his shoulders for support. scaramouche's lips were unbelievably soft, his figure fit in your hands perfectly, as if he was sculpted by a god.
his hands travelled down your spine, giving you shivers. his touch was so incredibly powerful, as if he was commanding your every move.
he pulled away, hesitantly. a string of saliva connected the both of you, and he wiped his lips with his thumb. breathing heavily, scaramouche pushed you down, pressing kisses against your bare neck. he trailed towards your jawline, and you wrapped your arms around his waist.
"you're so needy," you chuckled, and scaramouche rolled his eyes.
"you're enjoying this too, so don't tell me that." he ran a finger over your lips, eyes narrowing as he looked down at you. "i told you to stay away from me, but you dare approach me once more?"
"love, you're addicting." you said, shuffling your legs to position yourself properly. "you can't blame me for wanting to come back to you, again, and again, and again."
"you won't give up, will you?"
"even if you do, i sure won't. cause whenever you walk away, i know you'll come right back." you grinned, and scaramouche felt his chest grow warm. he frowned, trying to suppress a smile.
"fine, do as you please." he muttered.
he continued with his endeavours, passionately covering every inch of you with him. his lips traced your collarbones, trailing down to your shoulders. his fearsome gaze suddenly melted into a look of fragility and broken-heartedness, as if he was afraid he would fall. fall and never be able to come back.
you caught yourself staring deep into his eyes, trying to decipher whatever heaps and bundles of secrets he had hidden within his being.
he cupped your cheeks, his usually firm touch suddenly gentle as he took your visage into his mind, every part of yours imprinted in his head.
you didn't realise you were staring until scaramouche smirked, his voice low. "outright staring, are we? use your damn mouth instead of talking to me with your eyes." he was back to his usual demeanour, and your ears felt warm.
breathlessly, you responded with your lips meeting his once again. not a single second was spared, not a single page left unturned. you ran your hands through scaramouche's soft hair, placing your lips on his forehead.
goosebumps formed all over your skin from his touch, and you struggled to hold onto him, switching the placement of your hands over and over again. scaramouche intertwines his soft, porcelain-like hands with yours, pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles, and then your palm. he muttered something under his breath, breathing out against your skin.
he was warm from the sudden affection, you could feel. perhaps he was embarrassed, or euphoric, or both. you wrapped your fingers around his tightly, unwilling to let go.
scaramouche's violet eyes, bright like his electro vision, peered into your soul, sending sparks flying through your veins, coursing as they made their way. he looked up, hesitant to meet your gaze.
as much as he didn't want to admit it, but his heart was swelling with uncontrollable emotions, unfamiliarity in the most beautiful sense. he was so curious, so helplessly and utterly enamoured by your very presence.
despite his harsh beliefs against the archons, he nevertheless uttered a silent prayer for help. he needed help, considering how dangerously allured by you. archons, save him.
"so pretty," you breathed, affectionately smiling, and he scoffed quietly, his cheeks flushed with red.
"you're so pretty." you repeated, leaning your head against his chest. you could hear each beat of his heart, pounding in a captivating rhythm. scaramouche wrapped his arms around your waist, his head buried in your neck.
he thought he would be vulnerable if he ever opened up, but you made him feel so sheltered, that he was sure he would never get hurt again. you made him feel so overwhelmed by himself, by you and by every single thing you made him feel. you made him feel like he was finally, finally worth something.
a ghost of a smile on his face, eyes filled with nothing but endearment and fondness, a touch of tenderness and every beautiful word he could think of was never enough to describe how you made him feel. words were never, and would never be enough.
"everything about me is unparalleled to you."
published on; 17th october, 2022
writing belongs to @/vellichxrr6782 on tumblr.
❝ as a person who used to review cold cases, it took him a fair while to figure out that you were the missing piece to his puzzle. ❞
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GENRE ; enemies to lovers, smart reader, modern au
CHARS ; gn! detective reader, heizou, kujou sara [as of ch #1]
TAGLIST ; @mothmanperson @vellichxrr6782 @curly--muffin @cryszus
please send me an ask if you'd like to be tagged !! i won't be posting chapters on a set time since im a busy woamn /hj but ill try to be consistent
CW/TW ; swearing, mentions of blood/death, angry/annoyed heizou, not proofread (when is it ever)
A/N ; hihi !! extremely sorry for the lack of fics, i have been really sick lately and haven't got the time to write. but i feel much better now and im back to writing again. ive always wanted to write this but i didn't have the motivation to, so i hope you like this ! thank you for your constant support everyone <3
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#1 | the encounter.
all fics listed here are by @/mxmentos on tumblr.
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header doesn't belong to me ! creds to the original owner of the artwork.
p.s. heizou looks so adorable btw <3
character(s) ; heizou x gn! detective reader
genre ; enemies to lovers, smart reader, modern au
word count ; 1278
cw/tw ; swearing, angry/annoyed heizou, not proofread (when is it ever)
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he'd never thought he'd hate anyone as much as he hated you.
ever since kujou sara recruited you for the tenryou investigation agency, you’ve been rising the ranks so effortlessly, while he had to work tirelessly to get to the position that he was. he swore that this was just beginner’s luck and that it would eventually run out soon, but that was never the case.
you became a quick favourite of kujou’s, earning her trust from the day you started out in the agency. you solved crime after crime with no trouble at all. your quick-witted mind and strong observations had skyrocketed you to the position that you were at now. this was all great news to everyone since the agency was losing some of its top detectives and the crime rate had been steadily increasing over the past few weeks.
this was great news to everyone except heizou, of course.
he never got the chance to meet you, and he hoped that he never would. unfortunately for him, you managed to run into him one fine morning. you were carrying heaps of folders in your arms, walking to your bench to start running through the case files. and that’s when you bumped into the man who despised you the very most in this agency – shikanoin heizou.
“woah there, watch it- hang on, you’re that new rookie, aren’t you?”
and that’s when heizou first laid eyes on you. he had to admit that you were much prettier than he’d seen in the newspapers, but looks don’t always paint the true story. you rose up, apologising shortly before picking up the folders you dropped.
heizou bent down, picking up one of the many scattered folders on the ground. your eyes widened as heizou slowly opened the folder, his brows raised as it seemed familiar to him. you tried grabbing the folder in time, but you weren’t quick enough to prevent heizou from stealing a glance.
“wait a second, wasn’t i assigned to this case?”
“oh, miss kujou didn’t tell you? you were assigned to the case, and now i am.”
heizou’s eyes widened; first of all, why the hell would kujou transfer the case? he knew that kujou held a grudge against him, but did trust him nonetheless since he managed to get the job done. secondly, out of all the detectives in the agency to transfer the case to, she chose her favourite.
“what? i'm the best detective in the whole of inazuma. why the hell would she do this?”
“i don’t know, tell that to the chief. sorry but, for now, i’m the detective on this case… there’s no need to get so pissed about it, there’s always loads of other ones to solve.”
heizou grunted, ignoring what you just said. he continued his ramble in his head, clenching his fists. ‘does sara seriously think that this punk can do my job better than me? i’m the best detective in this entire agency for heaven's sake! this won’t happen under my watch-’
“oh, and by the way, i’m [name]. nice to meet you.”
you interrupted his mumbling, lending your hand towards him. he gave you a tight-lipped smile, fists still clenched to himself. he handed the folder to you, avoiding to shake your hand in the process.
“...can’t say the same. just, stay out of my way next time, will you?”
the orange hue and loud chattering of the well furnished meeting room brought heizou back to his senses. kujou never admitted it, but he was definitely one of the smartest detectives she had, along with you, of course. she never took a liking towards him, but knew that he always was the man for the job.
heizou was pretty delighted to be called to the meeting room; he solved every case that he was assigned to in there, with wits and intuition alone, which were tools that never seemed to let him down. additionally, he smirked at the idea of kujou regretting her decision of assigning you in charge of the previous case and putting him in this new one instead.
“you?”
and then that’s when he saw you again, for the second goddamn time.
you curtly smiled as heizou scowled, trying to figure out why the hell were both of you in the same room. ever since you both had that heated conversation, the both of you tried to establish yourselves as the ‘best’ detective in this agency by solving case, after case, after case. this not only increased both of your performances, but also gave heizou motivation to be more efficient.
“greetings to the both of you, i trust that you’ve been having a good day.”
“until now? yes, chief, i had a fucking blast.” heizou murmured, avoiding eye contact with you and kujou. kujou didn’t hear what he said but ignored him anyway, continuing with her unfortunate announcement.
“now, about the new case, i perceive that the both of you should be assigned to the same case.”
“WHAT?” you both yell at once. heizou’s worst nightmares were coming true. he didn’t like you the slightest bit and didn’t ever want to cross paths with you ever again since the conversation, but working with you in a case? that was one step too far.
“ahem, i mean, do i not justify myself as the best detective?”
heizou tried his best to keep his cool in front of kujou. although he was a powerful person in the agency, he was no match for the chief herself. he tried to keep himself calm and collected, but his anger steadily seeped through with his menacingly cold tone.
“of course not, shikanoin, i just thought you might appreciate the company. you are quite a loner after all, if i say so myself. in addition, you’ve never had a partner to help you out, have you?”
“i have my intuition as my partner and that is all i need,” heizou barked at once.
“heizou, please do not be so arduous. the fact is that both of your performances have improved since [name] joined this agency. and, after careful consideration, i intuit that this will help both of you get over this childish feud of yours.”
“tch, fine.”
“good,” kujou remarked. “and you, [name]?” you nodded curtly, glaring at him from across the room. kujou wore a warm smile while heizou cursed under his breath. she took some folders from the table and handed them to you before dismissing the both of you from the room.
taking the folders with you, you made your way to your desk, before being stopped by a certain someone. heizou cleared his throat, reaching his hand out towards you. he let out a deep sigh; he couldn’t believe that he was doing this, but he might as well do it for just this one case. after all, sacrifices must be made to uncover the truth, and he knew that very well.
“the name’s shikanoin heizou. it’s a… pleasure to be working with you.”
you raised a brow; what was with this sudden change of attitude? but, as a detective, you seemed to have a very open mind, so you embraced this change. you shook off your grudges against him and gave him a warm smile, shaking his hand with glee.
heizou returned a stiff smile and started to pace his way towards the exit. you started to think that he wasn’t so bad after all. maybe he was just jealous and envied you, but now he suddenly changed your mind. at least that’s what you thought before noticing chewed gum stuck to your left palm.
“...so that’s why kujou hates him so much.”
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— a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind with another during a rainy day.
x gender neutral, fluff content
it’s pouring down rain, thunder rolled in the distance. light splashing from your feet as you walked side by side.
at this point you were both chilled to the bone and needed to find shelter quick. a large shadow of a hat took over your vision as he soon stepped in front of you. although he wouldn’t admit to it, scaramouche wanted to keep you safe and protect you from any dangers that might approach.
“scaramouche i’m cold!” you whined. your lips were chattering uncontrollably and you rubbed your forearms.
“yeah well so am i, but there’s not much i can do about it. why not be useful for once and help me find an inn, or a tavern at least—”
as he turned his head in your direction his eyes widened. he didn’t pay much attention before, but you were definitely freezing and looked like death. you were clutching onto the very thin fabrics of your clothing, already drenched.
“i’m sorry.” he looked down. he has never apologized for anything in his life, but he couldn’t bare seeing that look on your face.
you smiled softly at his shy state and took several steps closer to him. his eyes widened and he leaned back a bit.
“hey! w-what do you think you…” his words trailed off once you wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest. scaramouche felt light headed as his heart began to pound. the harbinger is a touch starved man, and anytime you’ve came in contact—whether that be a brush of your fingers or a hug such as this, scara would melt on the inside. he felt the warmth radiating from within you, Winthrop your heart.
his mind snapped back to reality and he looked down. you were trying to give and receive as much warmth as possible, and you just had a strong urge to hug him. slowly and awkwardly, scaramouche wrapped his arms around you. another hand cradling your head close to his chest. his eyes softened and he kissed your forehead.
“being in this rain sucks—but.. as long as i am with you i don’t really mind. we can at least keep each other warm and stop arguing for once.” your words caused the harbingers heart to race.
the audacity.
a small smile formed at his lips before he mumbled, “i know other ways to warm you up.”
you looked up into his mischievous eyes and blushed. “fu.. what is with that look? are you already getting sick or did my words really have that big of an affect on you? dummy.”
he smirked in triumph as you burried your face into his neck whining. “c-can we please go already!”
scaramouche chuckled and lifted you up, carrying you bridal style. “don’t give me that look. be grateful that a strong and mighty harbinger like myself is even carrying you in such a manner!”
you rolled your eyes and giggled, “why of course, kunikuzushi.”
“don’t call me that!” he seethed, but you could see the blush slowly creeping up his neck. it’s fun teasing him.
A/N — i’m deprived of scaramouche and wanted to make something fluffy with him + it’s raining outside and it’s given me inspiration! \(^ヮ^)/
