#🔖 — mhie's spirals

[iceunhie]

HEYYYYY congrats on 200 :3 such a huge milestone omg i am proud of u!!!!

for your 200 followers celebration event, may i please request a headcanon with a royalty au with ayato? with arranged marriage + strangers to lovers as romantic fluff?

thank youu 🫶

blooming camellia | kamisato ayato.

second submission for my event! admittedly, ayato is a good example of my almost fave characters. and im closing my event to jus 5 slots and extending the deadline of submissions and the event duration to october 3 since i was too busy to get to the requests.... i just love his personality hehe and i honestly hope he's characterized well here..... pls writing for other characters is so fun bc im. trying to escape my same fic syndrome (which i often feel) so this req is refreshing! i love strangers to lovers too tbh anon ur taste is 🫶

[2/5] ayato x noble!reader (royalty AU.) wc 1.4k, romantic fluff. strangers to lovers, arranged marriage trope. reblogs are appreciated.

As the child of one of the more prominent noble families, marriage is no indulgence for you. So when the Royal family of Kamisato had chosen you to be the Crown Prince's spouse, in truth, you had honestly expected it.

A background as a noble of quite an affluent family, not to mention a good link to the workings of high society due to your status, it was only natural.

On top of that, Crown Prince Ayato is everything you could ever ask for in your position. Handsome, good-natured, and steadfast — there's no doubt that despite this being an arranged affair, you both would at least be on cordial terms.

The wedding was a simple yet grand affair fitting for a Royal Couple, with an unspoken understanding forming to both the individuals for the occasion. Maybe not quite love, but perhaps a companionship was promised in your union. A slip of the ring, a beautiful shade of cerulean much like Ayato's eyes is put on your finger, a new bond made, for better or for worse.

Bells and sounds of merriment hang over the chapel, the silent cue for Ayato to approach you. Dressed in garb fitting of his spouse, he clasps your hand firmly in his, squeezing it with a steady and comforting smile. It takes a bit of hesitation, but you squeeze his hand back. There may be no current affiliation nor connection between you two as any other married couple do, but there are always lessons to be learned — and things to understand.

The priest finishes the procession, and with that came the kiss. The binding of your union. You two would be with each other in sickness and in health, ready to shoulder the burdens of the Kingdom. It is Ayato that leans in first, and you close your eyes. The kiss lasts only for a moment before you both pull away, the people in the hall all congratulating the newly-wedded Royal Couple.

Amidst the crowd, you only think of one thing you notice about Ayato.

You wonder if you didn't imagine the softening of his eyes, or the faint flush of his cheeks.

The consummation of your marriage was pleasant for you, for Ayato was straightforward and knew what he wanted from this marriage.

"There may be no love between the both of us, but I promise to treat you in a way that will never disrespect your title as my spouse. Rest assured, this responsibility and the weight of this decision is not lost onto me. I will take no affair nor infidelity in this marriage, and I can only ask for you to do the same." is his words, and you can only reply accordingly. Not that you would want to marry anyone else.

Ayato is a man of promise. He performs the duties of a husband well, and doesn't neglect nor treat you like any less. He indulges you when you ask about his day, his family, and his duties. While his responses may have been cordial at first, he never fails to meet his dues. Your married life is amicable, if not harmonious.

You mostly spend your days conversing with his sister Lady Ayaka. She, the ever beautiful soul she is, is one of the key reasons why your marriage with the Crown Prince is so successful, along with Thoma, their childhood friend and personal aide. They enjoyed conversing with you, immediately welcoming you warmly with open arms and smiles.

Ayato may not admit it, but he can't help but think that your compatibility with the people he cares for most is thawing the indifferent exterior he had donned for you. He was truly grateful that you were getting along with his sister and Thoma. He shows that gratitude in the form of gifts, a silent thank you for still being so patient despite his duties as a Royal.

Bouquets with bluish themes color symbolizing your married status to him, presents of jewelry that nobles, no, you would be fond of; a personal greenhouse constructed for you, adorned with arrays of camellias, roses, different flowers you can't even name all yours to hold.

First the bouquets of camellias and blue roses, then now this…? Ayato knows that what he's currently doing is far more personal than the duties what the duties of an arranged marriage permits, but he can't help it. You may not have noticed, thankfully, but he has been observing you for many, many days now. He doesn't know why your presence had now become more than just a spouse who he had to treat well, but the feeling is not unwelcome.

He thinks of the curve of your mouth when you smile, how you slightly tilt your head when you laugh at something Ayaka mentioned when he speaks with you, how he's associated the scent of blue roses to your arrival — you would always keep the bouquets he would deliver as keepsakes. When asked why, he can't help but admire the sheepish expression on your face. How cute. Faced with your words of 'I can't possibly accept this…' and 'Are you sure this garden is alright for me to have?' Ayato smiles again, lovely cerulean hues of his making your chest beat rapidly. His face wasn't helping your predicament at all.

What you don't know is that this smile is tinged with an emotion he can't identify yet, but would soon be enveloped in. "It's no big matter at all. After all, you are my spouse. This is just a small expression of my devotion."

And when he sees your cheeks darken and you look away from his words, Ayato's heart somehow skips a beat, and he fights the blush adorning his cheeks. The faint glow of the sun casts a light on your features, as the two of you bask in the comfortable silence.

The blooming of the camellias seem to cast a mirror image of the Crown Prince's heart.

There is little change in your routine when Ayato decides to truly accept you as his spouse, his equal, his other half. His love is quiet, and Ayato is a man of actions. So when he gives you more personal and more thoughtful gifts as compared to the normal jewelry and trinkets with sky-high prices, you hardly bat an eye, merely a small thank you and smile which makes your husband feel just a bit more enamoured with you.

Instead, the approach that beggars belief that the blue-haired man cares for you in a more intimate manner was when he asks you about yourself. Your hobbies, the things you enjoy, the questions that he always remembers the answer to, no matter how small. Ayato is not one to ask about others if he has not opened up to them truly.

It is Ayaka who brings this up to your attention, and with Thoma's guidance, the two plan their operation of getting the both of you see the feelings you two were developing for each other (without your knowledge) .... which doesn't go quite as planned?

Ayato cares for Thoma. Really, he does. He considers the emerald-eyed man to be akin to family, a close and trusted companion. One of the few he trusts wholeheartedly that are not of his own blood. But there's a sense of foreign possessiveness that's welling up in his throat when he sees you and him converse. This is relatively childish, Ayato knows that, he knows that, so why the hell is he being so worked up when Thoma's only being cordial and offered his hand for you to practice dancing with for the upcoming banquet?

A part of him wonders why you were considering Thoma as an option for a dance partner, even if for practice, when he was right there? But then he remembers the swamp of papers that encompassed his schedule, and he slightly deflates. How much of his daily routine and convictions have been shattered by you? He considers himself a man of fortuitous will, yet this was really…

The last straw was when Thoma spins you around in a manner a little bit too strong for you to follow the rhythm which makes you trip over your dress, leading to Ayato seeing it first-hand his spouse collapsing on his aide, your body on top of the blond's for a few moments before the both of you collect yourselves and hurriedly help each other out.

Just as you were about to let Thoma grasp you to pull him up, a gloved hand and Ayato's smiling face (is it you, or is a shadow crossing on his face?) stops you. Gently, he blocks you and instead helps Thoma up, before squeezing his shoulder a bit too forcefully, still smiling. When you look away from the two when his sister calls for your attention, his expression shifts to a dangerous one as he turns to his aide.

"Careful now. We wouldn't want others to touch what's rightfully theirs to hold, don't we?"

This story in itself is quite the funny one, and when you and Ayato's strange dynamic of a married couple had shifted itself properly, you often teased your husband for his weakness for you after you find out about it from Thoma. The teasing often backfires, for his reply never fails to fluster you.

"I don't see the shame nor the embarrassment in it," he would tell you, grasping at your chin and gently bringing it up with his thumb. His gaze is warm and brimming with affection, the oceanic depths of his eyes saying all the words his mouth cannot.

"Besides, you never seem to get enough of it anyway, darling."

The kiss he gives you is like the cool and all-consuming feeling of the ocean, enveloping you in the steady love and devotion this man reserved only for you.

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[iceunhie]

hello!! happy 200 followers :)

could i please request a drabble with a spy au with heizou? with hero! heizou x villain! reader as romantic fluff for your event? thank you so much! and congrats on 200 once again <3

slippery as an eel in water | shikanoin heizou.

third submission !! oh my god is heizou even in character.... anyways this is kinda set in half spy and half manhwa-ish??? au idkwman i hope i satisfy u with this, nonnie 😭 anyways haha this is a weird title but it makes sense. reader is flirty so if that's what you're into then im glad if it's not then um. well.

[3/5] herospy!heizou x criminal!reader (morally grey villain) (spy/manhwa-ish au) wc 1.2k, romantic fluff. enemies to lovers. slightly chaotic format. reblogs are appreciated.

Heizou trusts his intuition.

It is his guiding hand in his journey as one of Inazuma's renowned heroes (how he was dubbed as one was beyond his interest) his ally in his quest to enact justice to those who disrupt the city's peace, his only assistant in his pursuit of criminals who have no business tainting his homeland with their irresponsible crimes. He has never ignored its judgment, nor its pull.

Now though? Seeing you, the most infamous of said criminals lounging in his office without a care in the world after a recent stealth mission of his? His intuition screams at him to arrest you and put you to prison under the Tenryou Commission's watchful eye. A good hero, a good detective, for that matter, would deem that as the primary action. But Heizou has never conformed to the standards usually met by others.

[First Name] [Last Name]. Codenamed Blank, due to the lack of information about their personal history and how his agency doesn't know a thing about them part from their full name. Which might not even be their real name at all.

One of Inazuma City's most controversial and notorious criminals — a master of elusiveness and theft, commiting immeasurable crimes right under the city's nose and remaining undeterred, boasting a bounty adding up to almost as much as the Fatui in Snezhnaya.

A criminal is sitting on his office table, waiting for his arrival. They've been Heizou's one and only focus for the past year, and the man was committed to finally catching you like he's always dreamed of. It's why he applied to be one of the Commission's intelligence agents, undertaking numerous spy missions all related to you. Still, still. When you greet him nonchalantly with a smile on your face without a care in the world, to which he definitely flinches slightly at, a little caught off guard, there's a slight challenge in your eyes, and he can't stop his mind from overruling his trusty intuition when he feels that strange, suffocating and overwhelming feeling you always seem to incite in him.

"So this is where the renowned sir Shikanoin resides when he's not off trying to catch criminals like little old me." there's a playful lilt to your tone, as if amused by the notion of him staying here.

Electro Archon help him, for all he could think about despite your obvious provocation is how your clothing matches you so well, the dark fabric clinging to your form like a shadow in the night. The faint sheen of the knife (an obvious sign of danger, but he doesn't care right now) glints when it hits the light from the window.

Thankfully, you don't seem to want to use it for now.

"Are you aware I can easily entrap you here with just a call of the doushin?" his voice, though a warning, falls flat as he takes in your position on the wide table he uses to put his case files in. In response to his poor threat, you simply release a chuckle, running your hand across your hair, and Heizou resists the urge to flush at your actions. You were a criminal, practically his arch-nemesis! Yet here you were prancing around his territory while wearing that dark camouflage clothing of yours which makes his heart stutter and break his carefully curated composure. Skimming through his casefiles from your position, you take one out from the stack of them and examine it. Of course it had to be your own. He can already see the glare of his red marker with the label 'Blank - [First Name] [Last Name].' He sees the faint scribbles of his notes and follow-ups to his investigation of you and there's a slight quirk of your lips when you read through it.

"Well, will you really do that? I doubt it." Heizou feels almost flustered when you shrug it off like it's nothing, and again, he feels that rush of something he can't name overtake his senses. This is what made you dangerous. You knew how to poke and prod and poke at blindspots and use whatever charm and wit you had at your disposal to carry out your goals, then vanish the moment he's thought he's had you in his sights. And he thought he was the unpredictable one.

For the twelve months of this little game of cat and mouse, you were the only criminal who he hasn't caught yet. The thought is infuriating and yet thrilling at the same time.

He will admit, he enjoys the chase. Even if you were dreadfully alluring and so difficult to wrangle. It was like you were an eel in water slipping his grasp the moment he puts his hand on you. A very breathtaking eel, if he had to push his eel metaphor agenda. Man alive, what was he even thinking right now?

Heizou stops his thoughts of you and focuses on the situation presented to him. You offered yourself up on a silver platter. Do you even know how easy it would be to just cuff you right now and bring you down?

Yet he doesn't, for some reason.

He needs to compose himself, he needs to focus. He can't let you get the upper hand. So he smiles pleasantly, his sage green eyes oozing with structured and amicably made facade.

"Then maybe you've come here to look for redemption? It's never too late to turn over a new leaf, you know. I'm very flattered that you came over to me despite our very… turbulent history. I didn't take you for one to be attracted to people who's here to bring you down."

A loud burst of laughter escapes you, and you wipe the tears in your eyes right afterwards. "You're still as strange as ever. I was right to find you."

"Find me?"

"Yep." you emphasize the p in your words, "And you're not wrong. I am attracted to that." God, you were shameless. He considers himself to be the smooth-talker here, but you....

"You're even more handsome up close, by the way. When you're not busy trying to trail after me like a lapdog."

"..."

Heizou can feel himself flush at the sheer audacity of your words, and what's more, he liked it.

"What do you really want?" he snaps, frowning. At his query, you get down from your position from his table, and go so close to him he could smell the faint notes of the earthy and rich scent of Cyprus wood on your person.

"It's not a want, per say, but–" you stop, before you face him and get close to his own that if he moved forward, he could kiss you. "I propose a temporary truce."

He blinks, before his eyebrows raise. You weren't the type to do this. This wasn't how your dynamic worked. He was the one who sought you out, not you.

"A truce? What for?" Though he tried to take on a questioning tone, Heizou swallows thickly from the close proximity between you two, his Adam's apple bobbing just a bit, which doesn't go unnoticed to you. And when you smile at him deviously (he can imagine the devilish horns on your head already) something tells him he was in for a very, very wild ride.

Heizou trusts his intuition.

Yet despite his intuition telling him that involving himself with you and even hearing you out was a bad idea, he puts the nagging feeling in his gut aside for now.

He's still following his intuition, of course. Totally.

His intuition may make him feel like he needs to actually think about his decision this time around, but at the genuine look on your face and that enchanting smile of yours he can't get out of his head…

Heizou slumps a little, as he sighs to himself internally. There's no harm in losing to curiosity now, anyway. Who knows? Maybe he can get more clues to who you are. Why you do things the way you do. Yeah, that's right. He's only getting information from the enemy. That's all.

"Hello? Detective Shikanoin? You there?"

He snaps his light green eyes to yours and he finally dons his signature cheeky disposition. He clears his throat, and he watches as you tilt your head in his grab for your attention.

"I still don't completely trust a criminal like you yet," you visibly roll your eyes, "But I'm willing to hear you out."

"Alright then, basically...." you begin to start, and Heizou can only hang on to every word. And no, he's definitely not admiring your side profile or how you look in the lighting of his office.

So, he'll put off trying to catch you for now, he supposes.

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