#kazhua x you

[yourlocalstranger123]

Genshin SAGAU x reader part 3

Part 4

You know, when people degrade themselves, saying horrible things about themselves.

So you made a rule that when you hear EVEN ONE thing that includes something that degrades themselves, they will be punished personally by you.

It involves lipstick💄 so if you don't like wearing lipstick and being a ✨️bAdDiE✨️ then this ain't for you.

Kazuha

(The picture is from franque ☁️ from Twitter I think. Also, the reason why I didn't tell you the owners of the other pictures is that I searched them up on Google and forgot to get the name or I didn't see it.)

You were on a cliff, enjoying the breeze that softly passes through you. Waiting for the ship to come to Liyue. After for few hours, you saw the ship coming to land. You went there, excited to see your favorite person. Kazhua!

"Hey, Beidou. I was wondering, where is Kazhua?", "Oh. He just got off a ship, he said he wanted to be alone. I'm sure he isn't that far."

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You were behind a tree, stalking- I mean watching Kazhua since you didn't wanna disturb him. You heard a faint....sob? Why? You saw him in tears, saying apologies, mourning Tomo's death. Blaming himself for not stopping him.

You knew that if Tomo was alive, he wouldn't want him to keep being sad and mourning over his death. So you decided to reveal yourself.

"*hick-* I- your Grace? I'm sorry, I must look like a mess! Please wait a moment, I will-" he was panicking, trying to wipe his tears away, and stop his crying. He froze. He felt a familiar warmth, hugging him, and softly stroking his hair. He shattered into tears, sobbing onto you. Crying, and crying, hugging you tighter, like you would leave his grasp.

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Ah...he fell asleep. You decided to let him sleep. he snuggles closer, and you cradled him. Letting him bathe in your warmth. Well, the next day he apologized, asking if he could do anything for you to forgive him.

You grabbed the lipstick (I do not care where the heck you grab it from, heck. You can even grab it from *Raiden shogun's famous scene)

He saw your lipstick and he felt danger, he tried to scoot back but got cornered to a wall. "HAHAHA, you can't get away now can you~ it's time." You smiled so evilly. You kissed him all over his face, and he blushed softly looking away.

Well, you might think. "Oh, everyone is gonna ask him. 'Why is there a smudge on your face?'" But everyone knows. (At least Beidou's crew) Beidou is teasing him every moment she gets, trying to hold back a laugh...."BAHAAHAHAH-" she failed miserably.

*bonus*

He secretly made a writing/poem about the moment, and if you find out. He'll just act innocent and doesn't know what is going on.

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Adult version!

Both are from Danbooru

Both are from artist: sho_yai or sho yai

Both are from Reddit (not sure about the 2nd one tho)

1st: the user is Siana-chan. Or r/GenshinGays

2nd picture: k_young03

Wepsite: Etsy. Does not tell me the artist.

It's a Tomo genshin impact art print

[wanderingconstellations]

PART 1 HERE

PART 2

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"Thanks for the help, traveler."

"Anything for him to learn his lesson," she said, smiling.

You smiled back. You recently used your vision to fake your death, and with the help of the traveler, you succeeded. Before that incident, you had a chat with traveler and your situation with him. She was shocked, she didn't think the adeptus Xiao would do that, especially you. Even Paimon was shocked. You explained how he would always help her out and never help you whenever you ask him. You also mentioned about a picnic you planned and that he tood you up. No matter how much you love, care, or help him, he never listens to you.

"I didn't know he was that cruel to do you like that.." she told, putting a hand on yours.

"I just hope he can understand what he's doing. He just looks so head over rels over you after you came."

"I know what to do just for him to sob for you presence..if only you're up for it, of course."

"Of course, I'm ready for anything you plan.." you said, holding her hand with a smile on your face.

That's what happen before that incident. What you both did was that traveler had to buy fake blood and make it smell real. Then there's you, you had to look dead and lifeless, with the help with your cryo vision, it lowered the temperature around you and yourself. And boy, it was freezing. It took a few tries for you to make it look real with the help with some practice with Traveler and Paimon. After that, you three both planned when to do it, and decided to do it on that day. First, Traveler had to hang out with Xiao and distract him. While Paimon, had to rip small bits of your clothing to make it look real. You yourself painted the fake blood on yourself and god, it smelled real too. Oh how Xiao wouldn't know a single thing of what you three were doing. After Xiao carried your body to your favorite place, you were awed by the beautiful view. This was the place he first heard your singing and met you. He hummed the song you sang when he first met you, as his tears spilled out. Traveler hid in a spot in the area and snatch you before he saw you. Traveler ran for her life as she held you in bridal style. You felt a tingle in you stomach, no, this was only part of the plan, you knew you shouldn't feel like this towards her. Traveler quickly placed you down and you used you cryo vision to make a frozen bubble around you as you change the clothes you were wearing. Gosh, you were lucky it wasn't a spot Xiao knew. You were grateful for the traveler's help. After you finished, you kicked the ice and walked out like nothing happened. Traveler soon carried you to Beidou's ship, The Crux. She put you down gently and was about to step back but you pull her into a hug.

"Thank you so much...I owe you for this one," you said, letting go of you hug and smiling at her.

"Of course, anything to help," she answered, and smiled back.

"And bye to you Paimon, don't worry, I didn't forget you."

"Good, because Paimon thought you forgotten her! A—And goodbye!"

You waves them a farewell as the ship started. You sighed in relief, finally a new chapter of your life, starting at Inazuma. You heard the wonderful scenery there and you just have to absolutely go there! You were so happy, but also felt bad for Xiao, your ex-lover who was once your love. You didn't declare your break-up with him but leaving him is a way for him to know that you both are done.

"Hello there, I guess your the one we're delivering to Inazuma," he said with a soft smile on his face.

"Oh, um, yes. Are you going to Inazuma?" you asked.

He chuckled and said, "Oh no, I'm not going. I'm just a traveler who traveles with Beidou."

"Beidou? Is she the captain?"

"That's right. Anyways, what's your name? I'm Kaedehara Kazhua."

"Oh—I'M L/N Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N."

A few months later, he's already confessed his feelings to you. You've accepted and you both now have a house together but you both mostly travel together with Beidou and her crew. You both have come back from your trip from Sumeru and we're exhausted. You both were now at Liyue because Beidou had to see Ningguang.

"Gosh, that was tiring," you said, yawning.

"I know dove, but it was fun wasn't it?"

"I guess you could say that, you said, stepping out of the boat.

You both were looking for a place to stay, too bad to was farther than usual. You and Kazhua both made in in time before sun went down. You went up and asked a room for two of you to rest in. After you finish, you both decided to walk around for awhile. While walking with Kazhua, you felt a tug on your wrist.

"Y/N is that you?" a familiar voice asked.

You turned around and saw Xiao, your former lover. Xiao looks like he hasn't seen you in ages (obviously) . He looks into your eyes and gently touches your face.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Kazhua asked.

"Adeptus Xiao, who are you?"

"Her lover, you must be Y/N's former lover."

"Former? What does this mean?"

"Remember that time when you saw my lifeless body? I wasn't actually dead at that time."

Xiao looked at you with a shocked face

"B—But why? Why'd you do that?!"

"Simple, remember that time when Y/N had a picnic all set up? Yeah, and you stood her up, she waited until afternoon and you never came." A familiar voice said.

"And from what I heard, during the lantern lights, you went with Traveler instead of your lover," Kazhua said.

"To add to that, remember our anniversary? When I gave you that gift, I saw it in the trashcan afterwards. It took so much time on it and you decide to throw it away just like that? I can't believe I took so much time on it just for it to be thrown away."

"I—I didn't mean to, I didn't think it meant that much to you.."

"Yeah right! Paimon doesn't think that's a good answer!"

"To our understandment, I think you should move on from Y/N. It seems clear that she already moved on from you," Kazhua said, crossing his arms.

Xiao lowered his head, and answered, "Fine then. Go enjoy your lover. I won't bother."

He disappeared quickly in black smoke. You four sighed in relief.

"Thanks for the back up, traveller."

"No problem, I'm happy to help like I said all of those months ago," she said, smiling.

"Hey! Paimon deserves to be thanked too!"

"Of course, thank you too Paimon," you chuckled.

"I think it's time for us to go rest now, it's nice seeing you two again too," Kazhua said before turning around and taking your hand.

"So, after that, do you want to do something else?"

"I think I have something in mind for us to do," you said, beaming him a mischievous smile.

As you and Kazhua walk back to rest. Xiao watches from a far, wishing that you were his again, wishing that he never made those choices. Oh how he miss your gentle smile, your gleaming eyes, and your gentle voice. He deeply regrets everything, but for now, he'll protect and watch you from afar.

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PROOFREAD: ❌

GENRE: I HAVE NO IDEA 💀

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I FINALLY FINISHED OMG YAYAAYA I HOPE YALL ENJOY SOME WORDY PARAGRAPHS 😍😍😍

[fairykazu]

INTERLUDE 3.5: W RIZZ, KUNI!

celeste

masterlist | prev nxt

summary: a new and upcoming soloist was coming into the world of tevyat. but wait... isn't that one of the triple stars?! y/n was apart of the trio band called "triple stars" with aether and lumine. but due to mysterious reasons, they left the group with no explanation. however, they have come back with a new name: celeste

@d4y-dr3am3r @murderisokayforme @aeongiies @florakis @pyrrhicgaze @luvnoya @mellowknightcolorfarm @elikyeet @4leyn3 @imkaaayy

[sungstars]

hit me up | mark lee x fem!reader

i.e you were only in your ex boyfriend's bed because he's the only one who could fuck you right. NOT because you missed him!

author's note: omg! sorry i disappeared for like a month LMAO. i was down bad and then i just didn't enjoy writing anymore, but here i am! i hope u all enjoy this! might not be my best work, but I'm happy with what I wrote! I hope you alll enjoy it very much! halloween may be over but kinktober is still happening in November! I'm crazy!!!! <3

word count: 4k (not proofread)

content warning: exes to possible lovers, explicit smut, unprotected sex(not a great idea), breeding kink, fingering (f. rec.), drinking, idols mentioned for world building. lmk if i miss anything!

this was a bad idea. how did you let your ex-boyfriend convince you to let him take you home and rearrange your entire organ system after not talking to him for nine months?

it's not like it too much convincing actually, but it's so much easier to blame mark's charisma and way with words than take responsibility for your own actions.

how were you supposed to know that he was going to the exact same club that you and your friends frequent almost every weekened?

well. . . you did know! you saw him post his location on his instagram story that you watched from your burner which lead to you asking your best friend, giselle, and her friends if they wanted to accompany you.

they agreed without a second thought, and you were all there within the hour in a vip section that belonged to a sexy brunette named jaehyun.

you vaguely knew who he was because he was friends with mark, but with how easy it was to convince him to let you and your friends in, you don't think he knew who you were or didn't honestly care.

about one patron shot and two margaritas later, you found the liquid courage to seek mark out.

he was sitting on the L shaped “sofa” that was in the section, a girl with long black hair and a sparkling pink dress in his lap.

her head was turned, hair falling over her face as she leaned in to whisper to mark.

a smile glazed over his features and he whispered something back, until his eye caught you.

like a deer caught in headlights, you couldn’t move. your eyes were glued onto him and he said something else to the girl, prompting her to get up and mark follow suit behind her.

however, instead of walking off together, she took her place back on the couch as mark began walking in your direction.

there was no escaping now, you knew it, so all you could do was stand there awkwardly, holding your arms across your chest until he was face to face with you.

“are my deceiving me?” he asked, voice rough as he glanced over your body, causing you to squirm under his eyes, “because if i’m not mistaken, this is my friend’s section, so what are you doing here?”

you could lie and say he invited you, which wasn't entirely untrue. one to giselle’s friends, soyeon, sweet talked jaehyun into getting into the section, and by extension he told her to bring the rest of his friends.

“one of my friends got on with him pretty well,” you said, clearly your throat, looking everywhere but mark, “plus, this is my spot and you know it. you know how frequent i come here, so if anything, what are you doing here?”

“placing claims on public property?” mark chuckled, leaning against the railing of the section, “i guess you’ve got me there though. guess i was just hoping i would run into you one day and get on my knees to beg for you.”

you let out a noise of disgust, rolling your eyes, but still staying in your exactly spot, “you are so wretched. grow up and move on.”

“trust me,” he smiled devilishly, “i have. you saw me over there cozying up with kazhua. the way you were looking at me, one would assume you haven’t moved on.”

“conversation over.” you said bitterly, uncrossing your arms and walking away, but in typical mark fashion, he was right behind you.

you were annoyed beyond belief right now, annoyed that he had the audacity to make jokes about seeing other people and you being caught up on him. . . annoyed at how good he looked, and annoyed that you wanted to keep talking to him.

“i was just kidding,” his hand reached out to grab your arm, “i’m sorry, y/n.”

“look at you,” you mockingly cooed, “finally apologizing for your actions. i guess time apart does allow for growth.”

mark’s eye twitched ever so slightly, but of course, you caught it, “guess the same isn’t for you, still bitchy as ever. i remember how i used to solve that problem, a good dicking down and you were an angel to be around.”

“well, too bad you can’t fix that,” you shrugged, “lost that privilege nine months ago when you broke up with me, if you forgot.”

he tsk’d, dropping his hand from your body and your brain or your cunt wanted to yell at the loss of contact, “has anybody been taking care of that?”

“not that it’s any of your business,” you bit out, wanting nothing to do but lie, “no.”

a smirk grew on mark’s lips, opening his mouth to make some sort of smart ass comment you were sure, but closed it.

“thinking before we speak now, wow you really have grown.”

mark rolled his eyes at you, “i was going to say, let me fix this issue so you’ll be nice to whatever poor boy comes across your path soon.”

what the fuck. your face flushed dark red, and thank god that the lights were down low otherwise you were sure that mark would’ve laughed, “are you propositioning me?”

“not at all,” he said, leaning down to ghost his lips over yours, “it’s yours if you want it, if not, i will go about my business and you can go about yours.”

“okay,” you swallowed, curling your toes in your tennis shoes out of nervousness, “yeah. fuck me an inch of my life to make me nice again.”

“no thought about it, i knew you missed me.”

you almost retracted your statement, but instead pulled your phone of your pocket and texting giselle a heads up that you were leaving and not to wait up.

mark grabbed your hand, leading you down the stairs of the section and through the crowd of the club to the entrance.

the cool september air hit your face, a chill running down your body as you stood on the sidewalk with mark, hand in hand.

it felt too couple like, you wanted throw up, but instead just pulled your hand away from his quickly.

if mark noticed, he didn’t say anything. opting to look at his phone and order the uber back to his apartment.

was it just going to be dead silent this entire night? god, you weren’t sure what was going to be worse. this or having to hold small and awkward conversation with him.

“you look cold,” mark commented, not looking up from his phone, “come here.”

you looked at him, appalled and decided to not acknowledge his words, instead turning back to the street.

“you don’t always have to be so damn bratty,” he groaned, walking over to you and throwing his now discarded denim jacket at you, “put it on, and don’t make me repeat myself.”

fuck, he was so hot when he was demanding, even if it’s just to tell you something as simple to put a jacket on. the heat between your legs began to radiate, you did miss this part of him,

he watched you with an annoyed look until you complied, sliding the sleeves over your arms and adjusting the jacket comfortable. it smelled just like him, and you wanted to moan.

mark always smelled so good, it’s— was one of your favorite things about him. he was always so clean and put together, putting extra care into his appearance.

when the two of you first started dating all the way until your . . . interesting break up, he always went the extra mile to show out for you,

you sort of missed that about him too.

“uber’s here,” mark said, breaking your out of your train of thought about, well him, and opening the door for the car.

you slid in to the other side, mark following behind and sliding his seatbelt on.

mark said nothing about how far you were, and opted to just take his seatbelt off and move into the middle before readjusting.

“sitting so far when i’m about to fuck the daylights out of, you’re too modest,” he whispered, hand resting against your thigh, slowly creeping in between them, “what’s on your mind pretty?

“nothing,” you lied. you is what you wanted to say, but mark doesn’t need an unnecessary ego boost, and you don’t need any comments about how he plagues your mind.

mark hummed in response, leaning back against the seat even more and spreading his legs slightly.

you looked out of your periphial to glance at his thighs, god how toned they were.

you miss how he would wear jeans and let you grind against him with your bare cunt. fuck, it made you want to cum in your panties just thinking about it.

mark cleared his throat, causing you to snap out of your thoughts and look at him.

a smirk played upon his lips as his hand came to pull you in by your neck, "couldn't be more obvious with your staring. i'd ask you to share your thoughts, but i already know what was going through your dirty little mind."

biting your bottom lip, you tried to feign innocence despite knowing it wouldn't work-- you were already caught.

"don't know what you mean," untangling yourself from his grip, you rested your head against the window and watched the city as you drove by, "let's keep our hands to ourselves for the rest of the ride."

mark didn't say anything, opting to rest his elbow on your lab and head against the seat for the remainder of the uber.

it felt like the longest seven minutes of your life before the car came to a complete stop in front of his apartment building.

after giving the uber driver a thank you and closing the door, mark led you inside his building that you remembered all too well. you waited at the elevator, nerves building up to create an uncomfortable knot in your stomach.

this was all. . . so familiar. it was unsettling, remembering all the things you would return here with marka fter a night out. or how he would wait at the elevator for you when you had one of your girls nights with giselle.

you really missed him, is what you realized. if this fucking elevator could hurry up, that would make things so much easier for you to get up there and fuck him so you can be on your merry way.

the 'ding' of the elevator snapped you out of your trip down memory lane, mark grabbing your hand and pulling you in.

his arm wrapped around your waist as he pressed the button for floor six. fingers gently drumming against your ribcage as the elevator went floor by floor until it reached his.

he let you step out first, before leading you down the hallway back to his door. as if you could ever forget where he stayed. apartment 665, always making a joke about how he should move over one more to make it 666.

he was awfully quiet, you noticed. you weren't sure why though, it was a bit unlike mark to be this silent for this long.

you decided to shrug it off as he unlocked the door and you stepped into the threshold of his apartment.

nothing looked different from the last time you've been here, it's like time stood still while you were absent from his life.

"it's not too late to change your mind," mark finally said, looking at you as he placed his keys on his coffee table, "we can just go to bed and you can leave in the morning."

you tilted your head, looking at him in confusion, "what happened to wanting to fuck me to make me nice for the next boy?"

mark shrugged his jacket off, putting it on his coat rack as he pulled you between his thighs, "i just want to make sure you want this as much as i do."

studying his features, you looked at his plush lips that you would spend hours kissing, oh how you missed his kisses.

instead of saying anything else, you leaned in and gently pressed your lips against his. mark wasted no time in kissing you back, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he relished in this moment.

gently biting the bottom of your lip, his fingers dug slightly into your skin as you slowly began to escalate the kiss.

his tongue slid into your mouth, pressing you closer into him which allows for you to feel his defined chest under his white t-shirt.

mark's hands rubbed up and down your sides as the two of you made up, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants and allowing for them to stroke your hipbone.

plush lips beginning to kiss across your cheek and down your check, licking and biting little love bites into your skin. you probably should’ve told mark not to do that, but fuck, you missed how he felt on your skin.

your hands began to wonder, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt before sliding under and pressing your fingers against his toned stomach.

mark began pulling up your own shirt, breaking his lips away from your neck to pull it over your head.

he used this chance to sit on the couch and pull you on top of his lap, pushing his hips up so you could feel his growing erection.

skilled hands toyed with the back of your bra, unhooking it with ease and leaning back while you slid it down your arms.

you feel a little nervous the way he’s staring at your boobs, his eyes lingering over piece of skin almost.

maybe you should say something, tease him, but also you’re not sure what he’s thinking. it makes you feel a bit self conscious to be honest.

his hands come up to grab them, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples to harden them before he slowly pinches them to elicit a small noise from you.

“i missed these,” he mumbled, bringing his lips to one of your now perky nipples, “they’re so perfect. so so soft.”

mark once again didnt give you the opportunity to say anything in return, but rather another pretty moan to escape your lips when he sucked your nipple into his mouth.

one of you hands played with the nape of his hair as you pressed your hips down into his. he was so hard beneath you, you couldn’t help but want to grind on him.

a groan escaped him as he continued sucking on your tit, teeth gently grazing it as you moved your hips in a slow, torturous manner.

mark pulled off your boob, quickly going to the other one as his hands firmly gripped your ass to help you move against him.

periodically, he would squeeze your ass roughly causing you high pitched squeal to leave you.

“mark~” you cooed, pulling the ends of his hair roughly to make him look up at you, “please give me more, please. wanna feel it against my pussy, please?”

the brunette’s eyes rolled back when you pulled on his strands, pushing you back against the cushions of the couch as he unbuttoned his jeans hurriedly and pushing them down his thighs.

he kicked the rough material off, pulling his boxers down enough for his heard cock to slap against his stomach.

mark's fingers grabbed the hem of your pants, pulling them down your thighs with care compared to how he undressed himself. his eyes found yours and offered a kind smile as he peeled the fabric off and throwing them on the floor.

"you're so pretty," he mumbled, caressing your thigh before moving himself comfortably in between your legs, "i've missed this so so much."

there was so unspoken between the two of you, but that wasn’t a topic for now.

mark gently pulled your panties down, a small noise escaping his mouth at your pussy that was glistening with arousal.

your cheeks flushed an embarrassing flush as mark continued to pull them down your legs before tossing them into the pile with your other belongings.

"it's been so long," mark whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips before leaning back up, "please let me fuck you."

with how turned on you were, you doubted that you needed any prep from mark. however, you didn't wanna give in right away to him. he had to beg for it a little longer, doesn't he?

"not yet," you smiled evilly up at him, your hand wrapping around the base of his dick as you rubbed the thick head of his cock against your clit.

mark whimpered at the sensation, eyes squeezing shut as you continued to rub his cock against you.

your eyes focused on his dick though, watching as a string of your wetness connected to his tip. you slapped the tip against your pussy a few more times.

biting your lip to suppress a moan, you pushed his cock down to catch on your entrance, watching to see his next move.

mark's eyes were still shut, but he pushed his hips forward to push his cock further into you.

the stretch made you hiss, back arching off the couch as he continued to sink his dick into you.

"fuck," he cursed, his hands coming down to grip your hips, "you're so fuckin' tight, baby."

mark leaned down, kissing your neck and sucking hickeys into your skin as he found a good rhythm, "forgot how good this pussy was."

your fingers dug into his sides, pussy clenching around his dick as he fucked you like he used to, "fuck mark, I missed this. missed you."

his lips continued to travel down your neck, biting down into the skin as he fucked you. whimpers and high pitched moans escaping the two of you.

"fmm, baby," he whispered, biting the shell of your ear softly, "this pussy is so tight for me."

you moaned at his remark, pushing your hips against his to fuck yourself on his dick. his cock was the only thing that could genuinely make you go stupid, no coherent thoughts forming in your mind as he continued to fuck you.

mark whispered sweet praises into your ears, hands moving to push your legs up slightly to fuck you at a deeper angle. your hole fluttered around his dick, your orgasm approaching at any moment with this new angle.

your mind was moving so fast, nothing but mark overtaking your senses and brain as he moved his hips into you.

you could tell he was close when his movements began to falter, thrusts becoming sloppy and faster as he chased his own high.

"please," he whined, looking down at you with doe eyes, "please let me come in you, please let me breed this pussy. please y/n, p-please?"

fuck, you forgot what mark calling your mommy did to you. you nodded your head, still unable to formulate any words as your orgasm took over you.

your toes curling so hard you thought they would break and back arching so deep, that you almost felt relief from the aches you would feel at night.

you nodded weakly, his hands digging his fingers into your skin once more as he released inside of you.

his moans and whines turning into pants of desperation as he came down from the high.

the overstimulation took over your quickly, your hand pushing at mark's abdomen to force him out of you with a wet noise.

"fuck," you exhaled deeply, "why didn't you fuck me like that when we were together?"

mark rolled his eyes, fingers coming to pinch your nipple harshly, "I see somebody still has that fuckin' attitude."

a devilish smile creeped upon your lips, "second time is always the charm, Markie."

"if this is your way of asking me to take you back, I humbly accept."

you scoffed, pushing him away from you further, "you fuckin' wish."

"no baby," he replied, "you'll wish after i finish fucking this bitchy attitude out of you."

"go for it," you bit back, he really knew how to work your nerves!

"give me like. . 15 minutes and I will!" mark winked.

you were in for some shit tonight!

end!

[ssivinee]

❥ 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

Le Sserafim! Nakamura Kazhua x F reader: You and Kazuha both come into a tight spot. She needs a 'fake girlfriend' to make her parents happy, and you need to help your dad, who needs dire help. How will the rich and popular girl and a nobody like you help each other out?

Word Count: 6.3 k

Author's Note: Writing this one actually came so easy to me, like it was so refreshing😭. ANYWAYSSSSS I'll be working on a few fics this month FOR SURE since the break is coming up! I'll have a few things coming up in school, and college WILL be kicking my ass but before and after all that, I'll try and update as much as I can.

The warm aroma of miso soup filled the air as you ladled portions into bowls, your movements practiced from countless nights spent at your father’s restaurant. The steady sizzle of tonkatsu in the hot oil, the clinking of glasses as men toasted as a celebration, and the occasional chime of the register felt as natural as breathing.

Your father fixed the dishes on a large tray: two bowls of miso soup, steaming plates of tonkatsu with rice and curry, a platter of salmon sashimi, and some plain green tea. He handed it off with a nod, and you hoisted the tray onto your shoulder, carrying it to a table where a young couple sat, lost in their little world.

Returning to the counter, you set down the tray and started wiping down tables, each swipe bringing closing time a little closer. After wiping down the last tables and cleaning the floors, you closed the register and changed out of your uniform.

“Otosan! I’m heading out!” you called from the door. Your father looked up from his notebook and calculator long enough to wave goodbye, immersed in tallying up the day’s earnings. Hopping on your bike, you pedaled home under the quiet night sky, planning to tackle your homework before bed.

This was your daily routine: mornings at university, afternoons helping your dad at the restaurant, then late nights finishing assignments. It wasn’t an amazing lifestyle, but you and your dad were getting by, and that was enough.

The scholarship you’d earned was the key to giving your father a better life, and you were determined to keep it that way. Whether that meant long hours studying or missing out on having any kind of social life, you didn’t mind. As long as you succeeded, that was what mattered.

But life wasn’t smooth sailing either. You attended a prestigious university filled with classmates from the country’s wealthiest families. You’d worked hard to pass the grueling entrance exam, clinching one of the top scores that earned you a scholarship for a business degree. That meant you had to work 10 times harder to keep your spot in school.

Now, you sat at your desk, fingers nearly flying over the keyboard as you worked on a project for business class. The computer was slow—a model you’d saved up for after countless shifts—but it did what you needed, even if you had to be patient with it. You then finished up as quickly as possible, just before you were extremely exhausted and crashed into bed.

You woke up to the harsh blare of your alarm at five in the morning, practically slamming it off as you dragged yourself up, feeling like you’d just been hit by an earthquake. Stretching the sleep from your limbs, you quickly showered threw on a plain polo, a knitted sweater, and some hand-me-down jeans. With classes starting at seven and living an hour away by bike, this was your routine—always the first one in the classroom.

As other students trickled in, you were already immersed in your textbook, laptop open, barely noticing the bustle around you. “This is why you have no friends,” a voice teased, pulling you out of focus. You looked up to see your best friend, Tanaka Anna, grinning at you.

“Then why are you here?” you shot back, smiling as she took the seat beside you. Despite being one of the “rich kids,” Anna quickly became your closest friend in that first week of school. Both of you were some of the top students in your class, and the bond you formed was effortless.

Meanwhile, across town in Osaka, Nakamura Kazuha was just stirring awake. Even fresh out of sleep, Kazuha exuded an effortless beauty. With her family’s prestige, she was known for her grace, wealth, and status—a girl who seemed to have it all.

Kazuha’s morning began in her usual luxurious bubble. She opened her eyes to soft light filtering through silk curtains, stretching slowly against the plush, oversized pillows. As she got out of her bed, she slipped on a velvet robe and made her way to the bathroom, where everything—from the marble countertops to the gold fixtures—yelled rich in anyone's face. 

She took her time in the shower, letting the warmth ease her into the day, before wearing a high-end light blue blouse, matching skirt, and short white heels. The final touches were a pair of delicate pearl earrings and a designer bag to match.

By the time she came down her grand staircase for breakfast, the family’s chef had already prepared a large spread: sliced fruit arranged like art, freshly baked pastries, and perfectly poached eggs. She settled in at the long dining table, enjoying her home's quiet and refined atmosphere. But it wasn’t long before her parents joined her, each with their usual aura of authority.

“Kazuha, darling,” her mother, Mitsuko, began, setting her teacup down with a slight clink. “Your father and I wanted to discuss something important.”

Her father, Ichiro, nodded. “The company ball is next month, and it’s…well, you know how it is. We’d like you to bring a date this year.”

Kazuha paused, her fork hovering mid-air. “A date?” she asked, the idea feeling suddenly foreign. She was used to being in the spotlight on her, but with a date?

“Yes, Kazuha. You’re at the age where these things are expected,” her mother replied gently. “You’ve been so focused on yourself, but you need someone who can stand beside you, someone accomplished. It would make a good impression.”

Her father added, “It’s a chance to meet someone who’s not only a match in standard but also has the intellect to keep up with you.”

Kazuha swallowed, the weight of their expectations settling over her. She had high standards, and finding someone who was smart and emotionally intelligent, especially in her circle, felt nearly impossible. The clock was ticking, though, and she knew her parents would be relentless until she found someone. He parents weren’t one to judge, but they had some expectations that not many people reached.

Later, in the school cafeteria, Kazuha shared her dilemma with her two closest friends, Yunjin and Chaewon, as they sipped their lattes. “I just… I have no idea who I could find that’s… I don’t know, like that? They have to be smart, like really smart, and have a good head on their shoulders. But most people here are either too shallow or stupid.”

Yunjin began thinking for a second, then raised an eyebrow. “Maybe~, you’re in luck. Y/n. Top student, really smart, doesn’t exactly live in a bubble like most of us but could probably act like it.”

Chaewon nodded in agreement. “Y/n’s definitely a good option. Not a pushover, but they won’t embarrass you either. I think they’d be convincing enough to your parents.”

Kazuha thought for a moment. Y/n wasn’t exactly the first person she’d ever consider as a “date,” but you had the qualities she needed, at least from what she was hearing from her friends. And perhaps, with the right incentive, you might just agree to help her.

During your lunch break, you were scanning over some notes when Kazuha appeared before you, looking both determined and slightly nervous.

“Y/n, I have a proposition,” she began, choosing her words carefully. You looked there confused, never imagining someone this famous talking to you. “My family is hosting a ball next month, and I need a date. It’s important that they’re…well, someone smart, someone good with people. And I think you’d be the perfect choice.”

You raised an eyebrow, barely glancing up. “No thanks, I’m not really interested in being someone’s date.”

Kazuha’s expression shifted as she leaned in, desperation flickering in her eyes. “Look, I’m willing to make it worth your time. I’ll pay you—100,000 yen.”

That caught your attention. You looked at her properly, noting how she tried to maintain her usual composed expression despite the obvious urgency in her voice. “I’ll think about it,” Kazuha took that response, nodding furiously as she took a piece of paper from your notes, writing something down.

“Here’s my number. If you make up your mind, just give me a text,” You were about to say ‘okay,’ but she anxiously walked away, going back to her table. Your fingers trail to the paper, looking at the number but paying no mind to it as Anna comes to sit with food in her hands. 

You told yourself you’d think about it later. “What was Kazuha doing here?”

“Huh?” You look at Anna in surprise. She hands you a sandwich, her brows raised in interest. “Oh, she was just asking me about Professor Ito’s class,” you try saying confidently, which works as Anna just shrugs and begins eating her food.

Anna had already started chatting about her morning, sharing the latest gossip and complaining about her calculus homework, which you gladly offered her help with after work on call.

After lunch, you headed to your next class, slipping into your usual seat in the back. The professor discussed business ethics, but your mind drifted back to Kazuha’s offer. The idea of pretending to be her date for a month—just to impress her family and their high-society crowd—felt entirely out of your comfort zone.

As the class ended, you tried to shake off the lingering thoughts. You had work to do and didn’t want to be distracted by a girl like Kazuha, no matter how much money she offered.

Your next stop was the library, where you planned to work on your project. It was a presentation, so you had to make sure it was perfect to save yourself from embarrassment. The quiet hum of the library was a relief after the loud and crowded hallways, and you found a secluded spot to set up. As you opened your laptop and began typing, you noticed a familiar face a few tables down—Kazuha, of all people, was sitting with Huh Yunjin and Kim Chaewon. They were talking in low voices, and every so often, Kazuha would glance around as if worried someone might overhear.

You tried to ignore them, but their conversation kept drawing your eye. Eventually, you buried yourself in your notes, focusing on your work, determined to stay on track. As minutes passed, you got into a rhythm, typing away as the library around you faded into the background.

By the time you finished, the sun had started to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm glow through the library windows. You packed up your things, feeling accomplished after making some serious progress on your project. Heading out, you passed by the university’s main quad, where groups of students were sprawled on the grass, enjoying the evening air. You caught sight of Anna again, now sitting with a few friends, laughing at something on her phone.

You waved to her and kept walking, mind back on your to-do list. 

It was now after your shift, and you were doing your nightly cleaning of the restaurant, but a low, tired sigh interrupted that. You look at your dad, who was doing his usual finance check, but his hand gripped the side of his head, and he shook it in disappointment. With concern, you go over to him, sliding your hand up and down his back.

“Everything okay, otosan?” you asked, your tone light, though you’d noticed the tension in his shoulders and the tightness around his mouth. He shook his head and lowered his reading glasses, his gaze fixed on the old open notebook.

“It hasn’t been for a while, Y/n,” he admitted, his voice drowned in stress. You glanced down at the page filled with columns of numbers, each line a reminder of the months he’d been struggling to keep up. Your stomach sank as your eyes settled on the red circle at the bottom.

“80,000 yen?!” you exclaimed, your voice rising as the reality of the number hit you. Your father nodded, the faintest tremor in his hands as he pushed the book toward you.

“If we don’t pay by the end of this month, we’ll have to close down,” he said, his voice cracking. You felt your chest tighten as you watched him lower his head, shoulders sagging under the weight of shame he tried to hide as tears began dropping.

Before you knew it, you were reaching over, wrapping him tightly. He leaned into you, his struggles now fully visible. “I’ll find a way to keep this place open,” you murmured, feeling the promise settle deep in your bones.

“Y/n,” he started to say, pulling back to look at you, but you just nodded as pure determination coursed through your veins. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, the restaurant’s debt being too large for your dad to handle alone.

After helping your father close up for the night, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts of how you could come up with such an amount so quickly. The scholarship helped with university fees, but that was about all the financial freedom you had. The rest was a constant scramble to save and help out however you could. 

You couldn’t—wouldn’t—let your father’s efforts be for nothing.

Yet you were stumped. Thinking of ways to help him, even if it were just a short solution. Your eyes then drift to the pocket of your raggedy jeans that hung on a hanger on your closet door. As if a light bulb went off, you rush over to the pockets, taking out the wrinkled paper that held Kazuha’s number. 

You reached for your phone, texting her quickly, and sighed as you hit send.

Kazuha had been lying in bed, eating some chips as she watched a movie before bed. Feeling the buzz of her phone, she read the message that made her smile: It’s Y/n. I’ll accept your offer.

The feeling of relief sank in quickly, deciding to respond back just as fast: Got it. We’ll talk in person tmmr.

Kazuha couldn’t contain her excitement, texting her group chats with a big grin stuck on her face.

Zuha🦢 SHE SAID SHE’D HELP ME OUT EEEEEEEEEEEE Jen🐍 woah wasn’t expecting that to actually work out Chae🐯 wait what about her status? ik Y/n isn’t rich 🤔 Zuha🦢 i got that handled. ill talk to her about it tmmr Jen🐍 goodluck with that then 🤩

With the good news, Kazuha’s sleep was amazing that night. So the next day, during your break after your business and statistics class, you barely sipped your coffee when you noticed Kazuha approaching. She seemed more put together than yesterday, her expression a mix of confidence and happiness as you felt the peppiness from a mile away. She stopped just in front of you, a polite smile on her face.

“You free now?” You nodded, which had her quickly taking a seat across from you. “So let’s talk about the ball first,” she started. “It’s formal, of course, with a lot of people from my father’s company, some rival companies, and family friends attending. I need you to play the part of a rich, smart, and well-behaved girlfriend.”

“Alright…” you nodded, leaning in as Kazuha launched into more details.

“And as far as your ‘background’ goes, we’ll need to smooth over a few things,” she added carefully, her gaze flickering over you as if assessing what she was working with. “Tell me about you first.” “Well, uhm, my mom passed away from a heart disease when I was four years old, so it’s only been my dad and I. I’m on a scholarship here, and I work in my dad’s restaurant. She fought for a long time, and…well, my dad’s been managing on his own since,” as you finished the short summary of your life, Kazuha couldn’t help but feel sad for your mom. 

Kazuha’s expression shifted immediately, her eyes softening as she nodded. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her usual composure breaking just enough to reveal a genuine sadness in her gaze. She reached out momentarily as if to offer a comforting touch, then thought better of it, folding her hands instead. “I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like for you. Really.” You waved your hands frantically at her, passed the pity and grieving stage. “It’s been a long time, don’t worry about it.”

Kazuha tries to move past the subject. “So you’re gonna be the child of a successful family, then. Your father owns a chain of restaurants,” she said, pausing as if trying to gauge your reaction.

You raised an eyebrow but decided to go along with it. “Alright, we’ll leave out the real specifics,” you said, slightly grinning. “If your parents are convinced, that’s all that matters, right?”

“Exactly,” Kazuha replied with a relieved smile, then hesitated, her expression softening.

Kazuha nodded thoughtfully as if committing everything you’d said to memory. “Alright, for our story, your dad’s chain will be ‘up-and-coming.’ We won’t mention the name; I’ll handle any questions from my parents.”

“Right,” you replied. “So…what’s the next step?”

Kazuha’s face lit up a little, her businesslike expression slipping back into one of enthusiasm. “First, we need to make it believable. If people see us together, the rumors will spread, and my parents will hear about us before we even have to introduce you. So, a slight makeover and some new clothes.”

You raised an eyebrow; the idea of a “makeover” is not exactly high on your list of priorities. “New clothes? Aren’t people just going to think we’re…together if we’re seen in public a lot?”

“Exactly. That’s the point. We want to make it believable to everyone else first, so my parents buy into it,” Kazuha explained with a sly smile. “Trust me, it’s easier that way.”

You sighed, wondering just what you’d signed up for. “Alright, fine. Lead the way.”

The next day, you met Kazuha in the city, feeling more nervous than you’d anticipated. She took you to a luxurious shopping district that, honestly, you’d only ever seen in passing. Her eyes lit up as she led you through the marble-floored entrance of the first boutique.

“Alright,” Kazuha said with a determined smile. “Let’s find you something that says, ‘sophisticated and slightly out of everyone’s league.’”

In the first store, she handed you a blazer and high-waisted pants, then a chic blouse and dress slacks, each piece seemingly more expensive than the last. You tried on outfit after outfit, and Kazuha would look you over, making tiny adjustments to the sleeves or tilting her head thoughtfully before approving or rejecting each one. Soon, there was a stack of ‘approved’ items in her hands, and you were only beginning to realize how committed she was to this whole “couple” thing.

After several bags of clothing, she led you to a high-end salon in the district. The place was sleek, and the stylist practically glowed when Kazuha told them what she was envisioning for you. You barely had a chance to speak before you were in the chair, caped and ready. They added soft layers and volume to your hair, trimming it in a way that made it frame your face, and the stylist styled it with effortless waves, adding a sense of ‘rich’ vibes to you.

Once the haircut was done, Kazuha gave a little approving nod, almost as if she were admiring her own handiwork. “Perfect,” she said, a small smile of satisfaction creeping onto her face. “Now, for the ball…”

She led you to yet another store, where you noticed her eyes darting between the dresses on display and the sleeker suits on the other side. Finally, she grabbed a tailored navy blue pantsuit, complete with a fitted blazer and high-waisted pants. The fabric looked soft, and the cut was elegant. 

When you tried it on and stepped out of the fitting room, Kazuha’s smile widened. “That’s it. It’s perfect on you.” She handed the attendant her card without another word, leaving you feeling both flattered and somewhat stunned at the transformation.

Over the next few days at school, you and Kazuha started hanging out in the open, just as she’d planned. You sat beside each other during lunch, walked to classes together, and even laughed at each other’s jokes like an actual couple. 

It wasn’t long before people started talking. Anna finally cornered you at lunch with a smirk on her face. “Alright, spill. What’s going on with you and Kazuha?” Anna nudged you, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

You gave her a shrug, trying to play it cool. “It’s…kind of complicated,” you started, but Anna was already crossing her arms, ready to hear all the details.

With a sigh, you explained the situation, from the fake relationship helping her with the ball to the makeover Kazuha had insisted on to your father being in debt, and you do all this for him. Anna just shook her head with a laugh. “So, you’re basically the prince in this Cinderella story, and she’s…what, the princess in disguise?”

“Something like that, I guess,” you chuckled, though you could sense how strange this all sounded. Still, you couldn’t deny the thrill of it. You’d been helping your dad as usual but found yourself waiting for each break to see what Kazuha might come up with next.

All of this was beginning to feel too real to you. On a random school day, you and Kazuha had been hanging out on campus at a place with a good view. Just the two of you, sitting on a bench as her head leaned on your shoulder. “You know, this isn’t so bad,” she says as she stares off, and you find yourself staring at her as she speaks.

“These past few weeks have probably been the happiest I’ve been in my life.” You smile at her words. But when she looked at you directly in the eyes, your heart skipped a beat. Her eyes are large as she looks at you so hopelessly. Your heart raced as she smiled with genuine happiness. 

On a different day, a rainy afternoon, you and Kazuha found yourselves tucked away in a small coffee shop off-campus. The rain had started out of nowhere, and after a rushed dash to find shelter, you both ended up laughing as you brushed the rain from your jackets. It was quieter than usual inside, only a handful of people scattered throughout the cozy café, and you and Kazuha snagged a booth by the window, watching the rain drizzle against the glass.

Kazuha stirred her hot chocolate absentmindedly, a small smile on her face as she leaned across the table toward you. “I think we make a pretty cute couple,” she teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

You raised a brow, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Do you, now?”

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, a playful grin spreading across her lips. She reached over and took your hand, threading her fingers through yours without hesitation. Her touch was warm, her thumb grazing the back of your hand in soft circles, and her expression turned softer, her gaze lingering on your joined hands as though they fit perfectly together.

“It’s kind of unfair, don’t you think?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What is?” you asked, your voice quiet in return, as if the moment was too fragile to break.

“That you get to look at me like that,” she replied, meeting your eyes, “but I’m the one who can’t look away.”

Her words hit you like a sudden rush, leaving you speechless. Her gaze was tender, searching your face as if trying to memorize every detail. She leaned a little closer, her free hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. For a second, you thought she might pull away, but instead, she stayed, her eyes lingering on yours with such intensity that you couldn’t help but feel your heart race.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but Kazuha’s soft smile stopped you. “You don’t have to say anything,” she whispered, still holding your hand. “I just… I’m glad it’s you.”

With the act almost becoming real, the rumors spread quickly, just as Kazuha had hoped. You started noticing curious looks and hearing whispers as the two of you walked down the halls every day. It didn’t take long for the rumors to reach Kazuha’s parents as other kids were beginning to tell their parents about the visual-like couple.

But not everyone seemed thrilled by it. Tsuki, a girl you wouldn’t usually see around Kazuha before, started lurking nearby during lunch, watching the two of you with narrowed eyes. Finally, one day, she approached your table, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Kazuha,” she began dismissively, looking Kazuha up and down with a disdainful expression. “Is this the best you could do?” She snorted, her gaze lingering on you. “I thought you had standards. Isn’t she…a bit out of your league?” You were surprised, trying to hide it. She was talking to you, saying Kazuha was out of your league? You could almost laugh at the comment.

You clenched your jaw but stayed silent, waiting to see how Kazuha would respond. Kazuha’s eyes darkened as she opened her mouth to retort, but you placed a gentle hand on her arm, shaking your head slightly. You turned to Tsuki, keeping your voice steady.

“Funny,” you said, meeting Tsuki’s gaze. “I didn’t realize other people’s standards were your concern.” You offered a polite but firm smile. 

Tsuki glared but huffed, turning on her heel and walking away, though not without a parting sneer. Kazuha looked at you, her tension easing as she let out a relieved breath. “Thanks,” she murmured, a hint of a smile returning to her face.

Finally, the night of the ball arrived. You dressed in the tailored pantsuit, running a hand through your styled hair and taking a deep breath as you checked your reflection. When you arrived at the large venue hall to meet her parents, you found yourself on edge, but Kazuha reassured you with a warm smile.

Her parents, Mitsuko and Ichiro, greeted you with polite smiles, though you could tell they were evaluating you closely. As you settled into introductions, Mitsuko eyed you thoughtfully. “So, Y/n,” she said smoothly, her eyes flickering to Kazuha with a hint of warmth, “we’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

“Only good things, I hope,” you replied with a smile, and Ichiro chuckled.

Kazuha’s hand brushed yours briefly as she added, “Yes, all good things. You’ve been such a huge support with my studies and…well, life in general.”

Her parents exchanged a look, the conversation continuing as the ball’s formalities began. You mingled, keeping up the act seamlessly as the night went on, and found yourself growing more comfortable in the role. Each smile from Kazuha felt a little more real, every glance just a little warmer.

The ball was in full swing, with the lights of the crystal chandeliers casting a soft glow over the elegant scene. You and Kazuha mingled effortlessly with her family’s guests, moving from one conversation to the next, and each time someone asked about Kazuha’s new “girlfriend,” you surprised yourself with how naturally the words flowed. You talked about her with such ease and admiration that anyone listening would have believed you were truly in love. Kazuha noticed, her gaze lingering on you with a mix of curiosity.

At one point, she pulled you aside to thank you, whispering, “You’re really selling this, you know? My parents adore you.” She had said it as a joke, but her eyes showed unmistakable warmth. 

You grinned. “What can I say? I’m a natural.”

As the night wore on, you found yourself enjoying the warmth of her hand in yours, the comfortable way she leaned into you as you navigated the crowd together. Yet, as much as you were swept up in the moment, a pang of guilt ate at you. This was Kazuha’s world, not yours, and even though you’d agreed to this arrangement, you couldn’t shake the weight of knowing why you’d accepted it in the first place.

Needing a moment to gather your thoughts, you excused yourself and slipped outside to the balcony. The cool night air wrapped around you as you leaned against the railing, trying to calm the flood of emotions that had crept up on you out of nowhere.

Kazuha must have noticed your absence because a few minutes later, she appeared beside you, her brow furrowed in concern. “Hey… is everything okay?” She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You took a deep breath, deciding that it was time to be honest. “I… Kazuha, I took your offer because my dad’s restaurant is in massive debt. It felt like the only way I could help him. I know I shouldn’t feel bad because you asked, but—”

She cut you off with a soft smile, shaking her head. “Y/n, you don’t have to explain. This was my idea, remember? If anything, I should be thanking you. You’re helping me way more than I expected, and… honestly, I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side right now.”

Her words were gentle and understanding, but she could tell you still felt uneasy. So, she took your hand, looking up at you with an earnest expression. “You’re always talking about how much you love your dad’s restaurant. How it’s more than just a place to work—it’s part of who you are. And I get that. So…” She paused, her voice softening. “I want to help you. I want to invest in the restaurant, help with renovations, whatever it takes to keep it running.”

Your eyes widened, and you were at a loss for words for a moment. “Kazuha, you don’t have to do that…”

“I want to,” she replied, her gaze steady. “You’re doing this for me. Let me do this for you.”

At that moment, the full weight of her offer, of her kindness, settled over you. She wasn’t doing this out of pity—she genuinely wanted to help. And that thought, that selflessness, made you see her in a completely new light.

She flashed a grin, hoping to lighten the mood. “Plus, just imagine the look on everyone’s faces when they realize their favorite restaurant got a glow-up, courtesy of Nakamura Kazuha.”

You laughed, feeling some of the tension in your chest dissolve. “Alright, alright. But don’t think you can just buy your way to my heart, Nakamura.”

“Oh, please,” she teased, nudging your shoulder. “You know I don’t have to buy anything.”

As the weeks passed, Kazuha threw herself into the project with as much passion as you had for the restaurant. She helped with renovations, shared updates on her social media, and made sure her friends and family spread the word. When the grand reopening day finally arrived, a line stretched down the block. The place was packed, the sound of laughter and conversation filling the air as your dad greeted customers, overwhelmed by the support.

At this point, she didn’t even have to pay you the 100,000 yen. This was so much more than enough for you and your father.

“Y/n,” he started, pausing as if searching for the right words. “Your girlfriend… she gave us a second chance at life.”

You looked up, surprised by the emotion in his voice. He rarely spoke like this, always focusing more on action than words. He noticed your silence and continued, his gaze softening in a way you hadn’t seen in years.

“I remember when your mother and I first opened this place,” he said, a hint of nostalgia in his tone. “Back then, it was just the two of us, struggling to make it work, but it was worth every late night, every sacrifice… because we had each other. And now, seeing you and Kazuha—she’s doing for you what your mother and I did for each other. Giving you support, standing by you.”

Your father’s eyes gleamed as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “She didn’t have to help us, go out of her way. But she did, all for you. That says something. Don’t take that for granted.”

You nodded, processing his words as they settled into your heart. He smiled knowingly, giving you a soft pat on the back. “I can tell how much you care about her. And I know it scares you a little. But don’t let that stop you. Hold on to her. People like that… they don’t come around often. And when they do, you don’t let them go.”

Your throat tightened, gratitude welling up inside you. Hearing your dad’s approval, especially about Kazuha, meant everything. You thought of all the small moments—her smile, her laughter, the way she showed up for you without asking anything in return. It all hit you at once, the depth of what you had.

“Thanks, Dad,” you murmured, a smile pulling at your lips. “I really do like her.”

He chuckled, ruffling your hair like he used to when you were a kid. “Good. Then don’t let anything hold you back.”

Watching from a distance, you couldn’t help but glance over at Kazuha, who stood beside you, taking in the bustling scene with a proud smile. “This is all thanks to you,” you said quietly.

She met your gaze, a soft glint in her eyes. “No, Y/n. It’s thanks to us.”

Months had passed, and with each shared moment, your feelings for Kazuha were now real to you, basically official. Every late-night conversation, every stolen glance, every quiet laugh over shared secrets had pulled you closer to her, and it was clear now: you were completely, undeniably in love with her.

One evening, Kazuha’s parents invited you over for dinner, a formal yet comfortable gathering at their home. The dining room was elegantly set, with an array of food laid out on the table. As you sat beside Kazuha, her hand resting discreetly on your knee beneath the table, you tried to focus on the food and polite conversation, but the weight of her parents’ glances didn’t go unnoticed. Something about how they looked at you tonight was different—almost piercing as if they were assessing you anew.

Midway through the meal, Kazuha’s mother, Mitsuko, set down her glass and fixed her gaze on you with a soft, almost too-knowing smile. “Y/n, we wanted to tell you how wonderful you’ve been for Kazuha. We’ve seen her happier and more at ease, especially these last few months. We’re grateful for that.”

Her father, Ichiro, nodded in agreement, though his gaze was more reserved. “Yes. And we noticed your father’s restaurant has been doing much better since… well since it became known that you’re dating our daughter.”

You felt your pulse quicken, sensing a shift in the room. They were putting the pieces together, tracing Kazuha’s involvement in your life and her influence on your father’s business. The implications were there, and you realized they must be questioning if any of this was genuine.

Kazuha’s hand tightened on your knee, a silent reassurance, but you couldn’t ignore how her parents’ gazes seemed to look through you, waiting for an answer. Taking a deep breath, you decided it was time to be honest. You looked at both of them, then turned to Kazuha, the words coming from your heart.

“When Kazuha first asked me to help her… I agreed, partly because my dad was struggling. I knew it was risky and how that might look to you now. But the truth is, I never expected this to happen. I never expected to fall for her.”

The room went silent, and Kazuha’s parents watched you with unreadable expressions. Heart pounding, you looked directly into Kazuha’s eyes, unable to hold back the feelings that had been building over the months. “Kazuha, you’re… so much more than I ever imagined. You’ve been there for me in ways I didn’t even realize I needed. And somewhere along the way, I stopped pretending. I fell in love with you. Completely. I want this—for real, if you do, too.”

Kazuha’s eyes widened, her mouth opening slightly as she took in your words. Her cheeks flushed, and for a brief moment, slightly embarrassed with her parents there. She looked as if she were struggling to breathe. Her eyes began to glisten, and a tear slipped down her cheek, though she made no effort to wipe it away. She reached for your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours as she nodded, a smile trembling on her lips.

“I’ve been hoping you’d say that,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Because I’ve fallen for you, too, Y/n. And I’m tired of pretending.” Her voice grew stronger, her gaze fierce as she held your hand tightly. “I want this. Us. For real.”

Kazuha’s parents exchanged glances, their expressions softening as they took in the scene before them. Her mother leaned forward, a gentle smile on her face. “Well,” Mitsuko said softly, “it sounds like you two have found something real after all.” She looked at you, her approval evident in her eyes. “We only want what’s best for Kazuha, and if that’s you… then welcome to the family.”

Kazuha’s father nodded, a small but genuine smile gracing his usually serious expression. “Take care of each other, and take this real relationship seriously,” he said simply, with respect in his tone.

As you left that evening, hand in hand with Kazuha, you couldn’t believe how everything had unfolded. The guilt that had weighed on you for so long was gone, replaced by a new feeling—a warmth, security, knowing that this was real. Kazuha leaned her head on your shoulder as you walked. The night air cooled around you, and you smiled, kissing the top of her head.

“Looks like we’re not pretending anymore,” you murmured, and Kazuha laughed softly, her arm wrapping around yours.

“Not even a little bit.”

[hitomisuzuya]

Glad your asks are open!!! Hope you’re doing well! <3

If it’s possible could I request soft dom kazhua and/ or scara making their partner squirt and cry ?

If you’re not comfy doing this I understand <3

Soft!Dom! Scaramouche x fem!reader.Smut. Cunilligus. Squirting.

a/n: You just know Scara would be THAT good with this tongue 😳

"You just relax and keep those pretty eyes on me, understood?" Scaramouche commanded, spreading your legs apart, his eyes drinking in the site of your wet cunt. He'd been thinking nonstop about how he wanted to devour it. To plunge his tongue between your wet folds and make you see stars.

Giving your thighs a squeeze, a gentle command to keep your legs spread for him like a good girl while he enjoyed himself in licking, sucking, and lapping at every part of you.

Scaramouche's tongue swept out to drag across your clit in teasing licks, making you let out shaky sighs of pleasure. He prodded the tip against it, swirling his tongue. You cried out louder, rolling your up hips up to make his tongue scrap firmly on your clit.

Groaning into your cunt, Scaramouche's lips latched around your clit, sucking firmly while he licked. He loved watching you squirm, your thighs trembling in pleasure, trying to wrap them around his head and press his face further into your cunt.

"Behave," He growled, making it vibrate against your clit, your hands going to his head to tangle your fingers in his hair. Spreading your folds, a husky sigh escaped his throat when he pushed his tongue up inside of you.

Tears of pleasure burned in your eyes, his tongue licking relentless inside of you, like he was drunk on the mere taste of you. You writhed against the bed, moaning out his name in between sobs and cries of pleasure. Your orgasm was building tighter and tighter, bursting apart when he started rubbing your clit between his fingers.

You came, squirting all over his tongue, making him moan against your cunt, finally tasting the climax that he'd tongue fucked you into oblivion to taste. His mouth made slurping noises, his tongue continuing to flick across your clit to draw extra moans from you as he cleaned you up.

[svtcupid]

hybe caters

Cupid felt 2nd hand embarrassment because of her members when they were doing their entrance Cupid covered her face in embarassment and made x with her hands. Her and her members stood to a side as other groups did their introduction and it was Le sserafim turn and they watched their entry performance.

'Wah. Jieun-ah we should have made you do that too.' Joshua joked causing the female member to roll her eyes as they watched Kazhua raising one leg effortlessly.

As the idols waited for instructions Cupids eyes caught the staff walking with drinks and boxes.

'I smell game~' Cupid sang causing Mingyu to laugh

'what was that? 'I smell game~' Mingyu repeated

'I smell game~' jun repeated after.

The idols were told they were going to play red light green light as the idols waited for the signal as soon as Seungkwan turned Cupid immediately went to the box causing the idols to follow in toll seeing the rest of seventeen members following their member.

Seeing watermelons Cupid eyes lighten in delight and picked one up before going to open another box and get a bottle of drink before being the second person to pass the line.

Seeing Dino cut the watermelon cupid felt worry.

'Dino, let me do it.' Cupid said worried the younger would cut himself.

'Ayye, aren't you babying him too much Noona.' Seungkwan pouted.

'Yah, that's rich coming from you.' Hoshi commented sarcatically as Cupid took the roll to cut the watermelons before giving each member before giving some to the seniors.

'We already had some.' Lee hyun said seeing the female idol bring watermelon causing the girl to freeze.

'You already had some?' Cupid repeated taken back.

'We can still have it.' Minhyun said causing the girl to place the watermelons on their table.

'Jieun-ah are you doing well?' Baekho asked

'Ne.Oppa I am doing well.' Cupid said with her eye smile and bowed before going back to her tent.

The members were told to pick two members for the next game causing the members to pick Dino and The8 as strength and Intelligence.

As Dino went to stand with other contestants the members decided to cheer on Minhyun instead of Dino who made a sarcastic comment.

'Dino. You can do it!' Cupid cheered.

'Noona I know i can count on you!' Dino shouted back.

As soon as Minhyun read his task went straight to seventeens tent.

'Jieun is your back better?' Minhyun asked alerting the members at his question.

'Why?' Cupid asked unsure until she realised why he asked after reading his task.

'I can't. but Kazhua is flexible too' Cupid told the elder who understood and went to the next idol. Minhyun picked Kazhua for the mission.

Eunchae came into their tent after asking if any of them were good in Jegi causing The8 to follow the female idol in toll.

Hearing Kai impersonate the three characters amazed the idols, Cupid watched in amazement.

Minhyun and Kazhua had the mission to do Limbo dance.

The staff asked if there were anyone who wanted to try the limbo and The8 volunteered wanting more volunteers the staff waited until one of them realised.

'Cupid is flexible.' a staff voiced out remembering watching the idols videos.The staff to called the female to come forward making the idol herself to tense as she turned towards her manager in panic while her members who were there told the girl she tell them she doesn't have to do it. But the girl told her members she would be okay and went forward.

As the girl reached the point it was obvious to the camera kazhua was nervous because she wanted to win but knowing cupids ability well Kazhua was unsure if she could win anymore. While Minhyun, Baekho ,The8 and Dino glanced at the female idol in concern knowing her condition well.

As soon as they begun it was going well until The8 was not able to bend anymore and was told to go back.

'Noona, just say you can't do it anymore, they will leave you alone.' The8 advised the elder knowing how hard it was for her to talk to people as he walked pass.

'I can't do it.' Cupid told the staff seeing the level.

'eyyy, but you used to do gymanistics.'A staff pressurised

'ne I did.' cupid answered unsurly

'this is not that hard then.' the staff commented Cupid gulped at the unexpected comment not knowing what to do and decided to just continue and get it over and done with. Idols started to cheer seeing the cupid succeed in ease if only they watched her closely they would have seen her scrunch her face not in focus but in pain as she bent her back more.

'What the hell are they doing?' Hoshi asked feeling anger surging through his veins seeing cupid continuing with the task.

'noona. Please don't hurt yourself.' Mingyu pleaded as he watched the girl bend her back more than she should.

Kazhua was internally panicking not knowing if she would succeed as the pole was lowered again. Kazhua passed the pole in ease and hoped the female idol would fail but for cupid to pass.

When the Pole was lowered even lower cupid was struggling to breath as the pain was getting worse and seeing kazhua succeed again cupid turned towards the staff with a sheepish smile.

'I really can't do it.' Cupid told them and this time the staff seemed to beleive the idol and announced Kazhua and Minhyun won. Minhyun and Cupid went towards their tents together.

'Is your back okay?" Minhyun asked in worry as he watched the girl go through a lot of pain.

'I am okay. Oppa.' Cupid told the elder who didn't believe the girl.

'Noona, you okay? Did the pain get worse?" Seungkwan asked seeing the girl limp towards their tent.

'I am okay.I took the painkillers, so I don't feel the pain.' Cupid reassured her members who were concerned for the girl.

The idols watched in shock seeing Lee hyun placing the whole biscuit in his mouth vertically.

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Ep2:

It was the8 turn for the running race what the members did not expect waas the chinese member to pick their manager.

Hearing Kai play the harmonica Cupid was impressed.

'he is good.' Cupid complimented to only chuckle hearing he doesn't know how to play the instrument.

Cupid was amazed seeing Kai was not making any sound on the harmonica and applauded the idol.

The8 mission was The most good-looking manager.

'ahh, that's why he chose him.' Cupid commneted understanding

Hearing Jungwons mission Cupid turned towards Mingyu.

'Isn't Baekho oppa stronger than you and coups?' Cupid asked

'hmm, he is.' Mingyu said to only see Baekho vounteering to compete against Lee hyun causing Cupid to laugh speak of the devil as Lee hyun lost as Baekho won the arm wrestle causing Jungwon to lose.

Hearing Yujins mission them members knew seungkwan could do it. The members watched in silence and with expectation to only laugh that he failed.

'Seungkwan, you did well.' Cupid and the member praised as he the boy came in to the tent feeling embarassed.

Cupid found it amusing and proud seeing the8 attempted the dictaon.

'I would like to try too.' Cupid volunteered and succeeded getting applause from her members and the other groups while the staff were surprised.

'I am hungry.' Cupid announced as she pouted to only hear lunch is ready and it is first come firat serve causing Mingyu to run to the line immediately as Cupid followed in toll becoming 2nd.

And watched Mingyu pick the question was to guess the song in 5 seconds from the letters Cupid raised her hand recognising the titile to only Mingyu to sigh in rejection and walked away causing Cupid to agape at the tall member.

'So Cupid please pick a question?' Pd Na told the girl who picked a sheet.

'What is Squared of 76? You have 5 seconds.'

'5'

'4'

'3'

'2-'

'5776' Cupid answered causing Pd Na to double check in shock

'How did you get that?'

'Yonsei Graduate.' Joshua praised as Cupid selected the lunch set before skipping to the tent.

'Jieun what did they ask you?' asked one of her staffs

'What Squared of 76 was?'

'You got it right.?' they asked in shock

'ne. Was I not supposed?" cupid asked as her eyes widen

Jun enters with his food.

The two watched the idols win and loose

'How could they get easy arithmetic questions?' Cupid asked incredulously.

Of Course Yonsei Graduate!

Seeing Mingyu was the last member Cupid felt bad.

'Mingyu Fighting!' Cupid cheered before seeing the member succeeding.

They started asking each other the question they got wrong leading The8 to ask Dino to say 5 frozen desserts brand leading to Seungkwan singing commercial song. Joshua teased the younger.

Character Quiz:

'Character Quiz?" Cupid repeated unsurely.

'Cupi-ssi why do you sound unsure.'

'I don't think we will succeed in first try.'

'Ayyye. Hajimma.' Seungkwan complained at the negative energy.

At the end Cupid was right they lost everything.

Cupid watched Le sserafim do the rock paper scissors and also lost tremendously.

Jun, The 8, Mingyu and Cupid sat near the team TT(seniors team) to see how they did. Na Pd asked Mingyu who the person was and answered character making the three seniors speechless.

Cupid was speechless at how terrible Baekho was.

'Baekho Oppa, you really bad.' Cupid commented in disbelief.

'Yah! Jieun!' Baekho barked at the girl who stuck her tongue out at the elder in a playful manner.

'The8 who is this?' Pd Na asked

'That's tough.' The8 commented causing Baekho feel appreciated at the support from one of his junior.

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Ep3:

Random Play dance:

'Noona, your good at this.' Mingyu commented.

'Don't say that.' Cupid whined.

'There could be songs I don't know.'Cupid told the boy.

Practice round: Hearing the song

'ohh, its enhypen.' Cupid recognised as enhypen went forward including txt members and cupid and hoshi followed in toll. Before all the idols began to dance copying the idols actions infront of them.

'Is this txt song?' Minhyun asked

'Ani enhypen.' Cupid corrected the elder

1st round- Dynamite As soon as cupid heard Jungkook's voice the girl stepped out of the line and began dancing.

2nd round- Like that

As idols began to recognise the song started dancing to the song

3rd round- fearless

'Yeojun, your good.' Cupid praised seeing the way the boy danced.

'Thank you sunbae' Yeonjun bowed to his senior feeling shy at the compliment.

4th round-Hot

As soon as seventeen heard the tune ran to the middle and danced with all their energy

5th round-boss

6th round- tomboy

7th round-hey mama

8th round-my house

9th round-black mamba

'Noona is good with kpop songs.' Seungkwan told Na Pd.

'Jieun your doing well.' Minhyun praised the idol

'Jieun Fighting!' Baekho cheered.

10th round-very nice

11th round-sherlock

12th round-dun dun dance

13th round-love shot

'the8 well done.' Cupid complimented

'It's because of you noona.' The8 revealed

'But your picking it quick' Cupid complimented the younger

14th round-candy (H.O.T)

Cupid was excited as soon as she heard the song

15th round-into the new world

Seventeen started cheering for Soobin taking back cupid who was still there.

'I'm sorry, but I am I joke to you.' Cupid asked her members who were now all out.

16th round-Asap

Sunghoon interviewd the last 4 contestants.

'How are you feeling so far?' Sunghoon asked the elder.

'I am confident but my members *sigh* is it okay to cancel my contract.' Cupid asked jokingly

17th round-dumb dumb

'WAH!!!! NOOONA! YOUR SO COOL!!!' Dino cheered

18th round-loco

19th round-fire

20th round- ice cream cake

as soon as cupid heard the lalala she recognised the song running to the middle waiting for the chorus.

However at the end fromis_9 won cupid was slightly disappointed but proud.

'Jieun, you did really well.' Joshua praised.

'Jieun well done.' Hoshi praised as he patted the girl on the back as she clenched her thirst with water.

The idols stood together as the winners were announced and they all applauded the idols who won an award.

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Carats were angry with the staff for pressuring the girl to stay and she didn't get the chance to reject. Carats believe this was shot around the time Cupid told carats on live she injured herself but it wasn't serious.

-I'm sorry but Cupid danced way better than fromis_9 seoyeon. And even showed the emotions really well too.

--your right she danced way better she knew the moves very well and was on beat. I'm not a carat but I still agree

-Cupid was treated really unfairly in this.

-but bro had did she answer 76 squared that quickly.

--My mother graduated from yonsei

[goths4gambit]

Hi there! Might I get some sweet Kazuha x trans male!Reader dysphoria comfort? If the topic is too heavy, maybe just some sweet slow friends to lovers Inazuma travelling adventures?

Of course! Im sorry this has taken so long, I've been swamped! <3 Also so sorry if this doesn't seem like Kazuha, not too used to writing for him!

Comfort and Safety

Kazhua x Trans male reader

He stared in the mirror, the only sounds that filled the room were the sounds of the wind from outside, The bandages that adorned his chest just didn’t seem like enough anymore, he just didn’t feel like enough anymore or more specifically masculine enough, as his thoughts flooded his head negatively he missed the door opening and Kazuha coming in.

“Love?” Kazhua said the wind finally carrying his voice to break the trance he was in

“Oh huh- I was just finishing up did you-” He hastily mumbled, slipping the shirt back over his head

Kazuha didn’t mention anything at this moment but shot him a knowing look of concern and a flash of sadness, he knew what his boyfriend struggled with but at the same time he didn’t know what he could do to comfort those feelings and thoughts, so instead he gently took his hand into his own and mumbled

“I love you.”

He blinked in surprise for a few moments before whispering a quiet,

“I love you too.” 

They remained in a relaxing silence for a few minutes before Kazuha gestured to the couch in their living room, He immediately knew what Kazuha was referencing it had become their nightly routine at this point. 

He laid in Kazuha’s lap while Kazuha gently ran his fingers through his hair a soothing silence overcame them until Kazuha finally decided to bring up what he saw earlier,

“Everything alright today?”

He hummed in response, not answering to which Kazuha halted his fingers and then looked down at him, He finally sat up to face Kazuha and whispered,

“Am I..what you want or-” 

To which Kazuha cut him off with a quiet laugh and a gentle hand to cup his cheek as he soothed his fears by saying,

“Of course you are, do you think id spend any night with a random man? You are who I want regardless of what or who you were born as all that matters is you are my boyfriend and you are happy.” 

He ended his words with gentle kisses on his cheek, temple, and lips engulfing him in a gentle yet passionate embrace to soothe his fears.

“ I just want you.” I hope this is what you wanted! Sorry, these have been so short, much love!

[akaripng]

Morning Breeze

— [˚ʚ♡ɞ˚] Kazhua x black fem!reader

❥ [genre]➼ fluff

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The morning light filters in through sheer curtains, painting the room in soft gold. For most people, it’s the promise of a new day, but for you, it means a battle with the alarm clock—and a likely defeat. Despite your best intentions, morning classes have always felt like a conspiracy against your natural sleep pattern.

Today, though, the air shifts gently, filled with the subtle scent of jasmine and green tea. There’s a lightness, a soft disruption—Kazuha.

“You should be up, or you’ll be late again,” his voice floats to you, melodious and calm. Not for the first time, you think how living with Kazuha is like cohabiting with a particularly considerate breeze. He moves through life gracefully, disturbing nothing and no one, yet somehow manages to set everything right.

“Five more minutes,” you mutter, the words muffled by your pillow. You hear a soft chuckle in response.

“That’s what you said twenty minutes ago.”

The bed dips slightly as he sits down beside you, the mattress barely protesting under his slight frame. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, shaking you awake. Resigning yourself to the inevitable, you finally sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Kazuha smiles at you, his eyes crinkling in amusement. His hair is tied back loosely, a few stray strands framing his face beautifully.

“Breakfast is ready. And I’ve laid out your clothes for the day. You should hurry.”

You groan softly but get up, trudging towards the bathroom. By the time you come out, feeling somewhat more human, you find a simple breakfast laid out on the small dining table. Kazuha, in his typical fashion, has prepared a healthy but delicious meal. Avocado on toast with a perfectly poached egg on top, and a cup of green tea steaming beside the plate.

“Thanks, Kazuha,” you say, genuinely grateful. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He gives you a soft smile, then goes back to his book. You eat quickly, mindful of the ticking clock.

As you head back to your room to dress, you find the outfit he picked out for you: a comfy black sweater and high-waisted jeans, paired with your favorite sneakers. It’s simple but exactly what you feel like wearing.

“Kazuha, do you have some sort of psychic powers when it comes to my wardrobe?” you tease as you pull on the sweater. He looks up from his book, a glint of humor in his gaze.

“Just observant,” he replies. “And perhaps a bit lucky in guessing your mood.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you grab your bag and check its contents. Laptop, notebook, a couple of textbooks, pens, and—oops, almost forgot your phone charger. You toss it in, then zip the bag shut.

“Do I look okay?” you ask, turning to him. It’s a half-joke; Kazuha has never led you astray with his choices.

“You look perfect,” he assures you, and you know he means it. Kazuha isn’t one to speak just for the sake of filling silence. His words are always deliberate, meaningful.

Before you leave, he hands you a bento box. “Lunch,” he explains. “I know you have back-to-back classes till the afternoon.”

You smile, touched by his thoughtfulness. “You’re the best roommate ever, you know that?”

“I just don’t want you starving,” he says, but his eyes are warm.

You head out, but not before he calls after you, “Don’t forget your presentation today!”

Right. The presentation. How could you forget?

As you walk to campus, your mind runs through the points you need to cover. You’re nervous, but the breakfast and the knowledge that you’re well-prepared (thanks to countless practice sessions with Kazuha) soothe your nerves.

Your phone buzzes with a text from him just as you reach the building. Breathe. You’ll do great.

And somehow, you believe it. With Kazuha’s support, it feels like even the wind is at your back.

The presentation goes better than you expected. When you finally return to your apartment, you’re greeted by the comforting smell of something sweet baking and the soft strumming of a guitar. Kazuha is in the kitchen, and there’s a gentle melody floating from the living room.

“How did it go?” he asks, looking up as you drop your bag by the door.

“Better than I expected,” you reply, a grin breaking across your face. “I think I actually impressed them.”

“I knew you would.” He turns off the oven and pulls out a tray of chocolate chip cookies, his specialty.

You flop down on the couch, picking up his guitar. “Teach me something,” you request. “Something celebratory.”

He laughs, joining you on the couch, and takes the guitar. His fingers move deftly over the strings, showing you chord by chord. Music fills the space between you, a simple joy that wraps around your heart like a warm hug.

“You’re a good teacher,” you tell him after a few minutes, though your version sounds nothing like his.

“I have an excellent student,” he counters, and you stick out your tongue at him.

The evening fades into night, filled with music and laughter. And as you finally turn in, ready for another battle with the alarm tomorrow, you feel a profound gratitude. Kazuha has turned everyday moments into cherished memories, the mundane into something magical. 

Living with him isn’t just easy—it’s a gift, like finding calm in the chaos of your everyday college life. And as you drift off to sleep, you realize that this is what it means to be home. Not just a place, but a feeling—one that, thanks to him, you carry in your heart.

[thomatri]

Painting our past

Synopsis- Xiao gets dragged to an art museum where he finds a painting that looks an awful lot like him

Paring- Xiao x male Reader

Warning -

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Millennia ago

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“Hey Xiao do you believe in recantation” I ask turning on my side to face the adepti who gives me a puzzled expression before he speaks up

“Hm I never gave it much thought” Xiao says moving his gaze to you with a neutral expression

“I hope if we get recanted. I hope I’m able to paint you again” I say laughing softly and he nods with a smile

His hand finding mine. As we gaze at the stars and moon above

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Present time

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For a field trip we’re at a art museum. Zhongli insisted I stay with his group which consist of Child,Scaramouche,Kazhua, and Sethos. Aka too many people for me. Kazhua is okay but that’s about it

We’re walking around until Childe calls my name

“What”

I look at the painting his looking at. It’s not a super large painting but it’s definitely on the bigger scale

And it’s a painting of me?

“That’s a painting of one of the adepti that used to protect Liyue” a boy says to us also gazing upon the painting

“What’s an adepti?” Childe asks

“They were protectors of Liyue with powers” Zhongli says

“That’s super cool!” Childe says and they have a conversation which I tune out. I can’t help but stare at the boy. He looks so familiar?

“Hey you” I say and the boy looks at me confused

“Do I have any classes with you” I ask and he laughs and nods

“That makes sense you seemed familiar” I say not telling the fact he feels familiar on another level like spiritually or something

“I as well feel the same way actually” he says and I’m shocked

“It’s like I know you from somewhere but not in this lifetime” he says and I nod knowing exactly how he’s feeling

“I’m y/n by the way”

“I’m Xiao”

“Well it was nice to meet you Xiao” the boy says walking over to some energetic girl with peace hair in a spiked pointy tail

Despite everything I hope to talk to him again sometime

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Tuesday

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“Ok class, pick a partner. Preferably someone your going to wanna get to know and then you will be making a portrait of them. You will have a month to do this project and it can be any of the medias listed on the board” the teacher says and I get up walking towards the y/n

“Hey Xiao”

“Wanna work with me?” I ask and he nods enthusiastically

“What media are You thinking of working with?” He asks

“Pencil or charcoal” I say and he nods

“How about you?” I ask

“Paint but I wanna challenge myself to use pastels” he says and I’m visibly confused

He laughs

“It’s more of a creating design than a representation of you don’t worry” Y/n says and I nod

“Well when do you wanna work on the project?” I ask

“I have art club on everyday but Tuesdays so I’m free then and also the weekends” y/n says

“Hm I have volleyball everyday but Monday but I’m free on Saturday” I say and nods with a smile

“Saturday it is. Looking forward to it” he says and the class bell rings

As he packs his things I feel a lump in my throat

“I also look forward to it”

He looks up at me and smiles

“I’m glad!”

“Oh yeah let me get your number” Y/n say getting out there phone

“Ok” I say

“Oh and one last thing” Y/n says and I look at him

“Can I Watch your practice?” He asks sheepishly making me blush and I nod not making eye contact

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“Coach this is Y/n he wants to watch practice” I say gesturing to Y/n standing beside me

“Nice to meet you, can sit on the bleachers anywhere” the coach says and Y/n nods waving bye to me and sitting on the first row of bleachers

It’s weird but I hope they look at me

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Y/n cheered for me durning practice and for some reason it made me extremely happy

“Hey Xiao!” Y/n says running up to me

“Wanna Walk home together?” He asks beaming and I nod making them shocked for a split second but smile

“Great!” He says grabbing my hand and intertwining his fingers with mine as we walk home together

We’re silent for a brief moment until Y/n says something that catches me off guard

“You know… I feel like we’ve know each other for a long time but I can’t put my finger on the origin of this feeling” he says

….

“I feel the same” I say

He looks at me shocked but smiles

“I’m glad I’m not the only one” he says squeezing my hand softly causing me to smile softly

Maybe we’ll never know why we feel like we already know each other but I don’t care if we never find out

As long as the future and present stays the way it’s going

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[atomic-taco-muffin]

May I request a Kazuha X Heizou X Wanderer platonically with afem!reader who was isekaied to the Genshin world and basically goes through the same thing Wanderer did in the Sumeru archon quests (the sages & Dottore turning him into a god) but the reader’s motivations for becoming a god were not for power but because she didn’t want anyone to hurt her. And during the battle against her one of them notices that the way she’s acting is more akin to a child playing a game rather than someone maliciously causing trouble. After being defeated the reader turns into a baby. Wanderer suggests the three of them adopt her so there isn’t a situation like how he was back then (even if Heizou and Kazuha don’t know what he’s talking about do the Irminsul situation)

You got it

Kazuha x Heizou x Wanderer x Female Reader: To Be a God

Warnings: fluff in general, but pieces of angst here and there

Rating: SFW

To be a god, there are rules to follow. To be a powerful god like an archon, there are even more rules to follow. To you, you didn't care about the rules. Hell, you didn't even care as to how to ended up from your New York City apartment into the world of Genshin. When Dottore found you, he gave you a once in a lifetime opportunity and you took it. Sure the process was gruesome, but now you were given the chance to become a god. Now no one would ever make fun of you.

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Kazhua and Heizou were invited to Sumeru to visit their wonderful yet angsty boyfriend, Kunicara (which is what I named the wanderer in the game). Given Heizou's status in Inazuma and Kazuha constantally being out at sea, it was rare for the three of them to be together. As the two Inazumans walked around the Grand Bazzar, they spotted Kunicara, but he seemed worried which freaked the two out.

"Hey, Kuni-" Heizou started.

"Quick, how do I take care of a baby?!" Kunicara asked as he gripped his hair, leaving the two confused.

"Uh, what?" Kazuha asked as he tilted his head in confusion.

"A baby! How do I take care of one?!" The two boys didn't know what to do. None of them had ever taken care of babies before.

"Babe, you're gonna have to explain this to us," Heizou said. After getting Kunicara to calm down, the three sat a nearby café where the story of how Kunicara became in charge of a baby.

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After sifling through his memories, Kunicara and the traveller came upon Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal. But there was something different about it. Inside was a girl. You.

"Hey! Who are you?! Where's the Balladeer?!" Paimon shouted at you.

"Who, me? I'm the new god of Sumeru," You giggled. This was strange. Wasn't Scaramouche supposed to be in there? Even Nahida was confused.

"Why do you want to become a god?" she asked you. You paused for a moment. No one has ever asked you that. But you responded to her plain and simple.

"I don't want anyone to hurt me. I want to be like the gods I read about or see in movies, where they care about the ones they love," you said. The wanderer looked at you in shock. This wasn't about power? But protecting those you loved? He never thought of that. But he had to defeat you in order to restore things with Irminsul.

*Time skip cause I'm tired and don't wanna write a fight scene*

After a long and playful fight, you were finally defeated. The only problem was, you turned into a baby?!

"What?! How did she turn into a baby?!" Paimon exclaimed.

"I guess the power she was given was too much and caused her to shrink down into an infant," Nahida said. Soon, began the debate of who would look after you and Kunicara ended up being your caretaker.

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"Wow, you don't hear that everyday," Heizou said.

"I don't know what to do! You guys gotta help me!" Kunicara begged.

"Alright, alright. Deep breath," Kazuha said and Kunicara did as he was told. "Now then. Let's think about this here. You live in Sumeru, I live on a boat in Liyue waters, and Heizou lives in Inazuma. Obviously, if you want our help, we'll need to buy a place."

"Not Inazuma!" Kunicara quickly said.

"A-alright then. How about here in Sumeru? It's nice, beautiful, and got the Akidemiya (I know I spelled that wrong but I'm too lazy to fix it) right there. It's perfect!" Kunicara gave it some thought and soon realized that Sumeru was perfect.

"Alright then. Let's do it," he said.

"Perfect! Besides, I've been wanting to start a family with you two for a long time now," Kazuha smiled. And so began the long but amazing journey of raising you as their daughter.

[oceanbug]

fire in the belly

chaewon x reader (choose your own adventure!)

Scenario #5:

You pulled Chaewon into a deep embrace and let her cry. It was better to let her voice her feelings than to force her to think positively. The two of you remained there for a bit and eventually began your walk home again.

Before Chaewon stepped into her home, she turned around and called out to you.

"Y/n! Thank you." She jogged to you and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. Then I walked into her home, leaving you standing there, stunned. Did you just grow closer to your crush? All you could do is begin walking home in a daze, replaying your interaction with Chaewon.

Your thinking didn’t get to last more than a night, as it was the day of the battle of the bands! All tensions were high as you walked into the preparation room with your bandmates. Passing by several bands, you wondered if you could’ve been in any of them if you had chosen a different band audition.

"Hey now, don’t think about leaving us, okay?" Joked Chaewon. It’s like she could read your mind.

You planned on making another snarky remark as a response, but you had been suddenly bombarded with loud yelling. It was Kazhua and Yunjin.

"No, it’s your fault. Kazhua, I asked you 10 million times to pack extra string; can you not listen?"

"I swore I did! I didn’t think my strings would break anyway."

The two of them went back and forth until Sakura stepped in.

"Hey, now’s not the time to argue! Kazhua, ask around and see if anyone has an extra pack of strings. Yunjin, step outside and calm down. We go on for 10 minutes; we need to be focused."

Everyone nodded, and the room was awkwardly quiet. You could tell this whole ordeal stressed your bandmates out, but you were more concerned about how Chaewon was feeling. After all, she had voiced to you her concerns about losing this competition. You turned to look at her and could see her biting her nails with a stressed look on her face.

How can you calm everyone’s nerves?

A. Give a motivational speech.

B. Sing 'Downpour' by I.O.I

C. Tell a joke.

[halotolerant]

Dear Yuletide Writer 2024

Dear Yuletide Writer

Thank you for writing for me! I am delighted you also enjoy these characters and fandoms :D 

I have rambled about each one to give you a starting point, please write what you feel moved to write. I am very into stories about relationships - platonic, romantic, sexual and all the overlaps. I definitely enjoy an E rated fic but I’m always there for the characters first and foremost. I am open to BDSM, omegaverse and other ‘role based’ scenes or world building, if that’s your thing. 

Just getting one fic about any of these would be a dream, but I am absolutely open to treats! 

LE SSERAFIM (Band)

Any

I have loved Le Sserafim since the Hybe Picnic aka Game Caterers x HYBE. I enjoy their attitude and their chemistry, and I’m fascinated by their histories - the fact that Sakura and Chaewon were previously in a different band together, and that they knew Yunjin as well, and then you’ve got Kazhua speaking another language, from a totally different world of classical ballet. And Gold Maknae Eunchae too of course! 

I would be really interested by a fic about them and their interactions, be that a slice of life or something more complicated, ‘canon compliant’ would be fascinating but I could imagine wonderful things with e.g. X Files AU, buddy cop AU, omegaverse - or a canon-divergent where they meet under different circumstances. I would love something shippy, for any combo of these 4 including poly (to be clear: not anything shippy involving Eunchae though). 

DNWs: Death, suicide/sucidal ideation, self-harm, non-con, or vast amounts of dieting stuff, as canon as I know it is

Vanner (Band)

Lee Taehwan (Vanner), Lee Wonseo | Gon (Vanner)

Like so many I fell for Vanner during Peak Time, and I’ve become increasingly obsessed with Taehwan and Gon’s married couple vibes. The dynamic between Taehwan as the sensible leader but also the band’s biggest cuddler, versus Gon as the choreography who joined them as a member, who is so wacky and yet so sweet. I feel pretty certain they’ve made out a non-zero amount of times, even if it was just to get attention in the club, back when they were far from famous and Dispatch was not remotely an issue… Again, I would be really interested in a fic about them however you’d like, be it canon based (and so much has happened to them in the last 2 years!) or some kind of AU (they would also rock the ‘buddy cop’ trope). 

DNWs: Death, suicide/sucidal ideation, self-harm, non-con, or vast amounts of dieting stuff, as canon as I know it is

Love in Translation RPF 

Daou Pittaya Saechua, Offroad Kantapon Jindataweephol 

This is classed as ‘Love in Translation RPF’ but it was actually ‘Century of Love’ which got me into these actors/singers and their amazing chemistry. The scene in ‘Century of Love’ where Offroad is a nine tail… phew! I know they won a survival show together and obviously have done these two awesome projects since, I love and am fascinated by that ‘work relationship’ where they need to be so intimate and are clearly so comfortable with it and each other. If you’ve offered this pair, you probably have your own ideas about how you’d write them and please go for it! If you’d like a prompt, I’m up for all the classics: kissing practice, fake dating-turned-real dating, feelings realisation, domestic fluff :D

DNWs: Death, suicide/sucidal ideation, self-harm, non-con, or vast amounts of dieting stuff, as canon as I know it is

Malory Towers (2020 TV)

Daryl Rivers, Gwendoline Mary Lacey

I really enjoy this adaptation of the Blyton books - it’s diverse, inclusive and the kind of show my young teen self would have adored. And as a young teen at a girls school, what I was going through at their age was realising that I felt a whole lot of certain kind of way about other girls. Daryl and Gwen are my favourite characters, and I’d love a story about them having that kind of experience. I do ship them - the foe yay, Drarry-style, is immense, and I love the idea of how *annoyed* they’d be at finding each other attractive as they grow up, and how blindsided they’d be by a crush. Gwen’s earnest romanticism and wanting someone to kiss her - maybe she’s got a volunteer closer to home? But equally, them reuniting as adults would be fascinating - possibly seeing each other with a girlfriend, how would that feel? Or not shippy, but one of them having that experience and the other reacting and incorporating that into their ongoing relationship. 

DNWs: Death, suicide/sucidal ideation, self-harm, non-con.

[2-dsimp]

If kitchen orders still available, can you write cheesecake/devilcake (you can choose!) skittles for kazuha?? You don’t have to if you don’t want to btw, have a lovely day~~

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Here’s your Skittles!

Yandere! Soulmate Kazuha x Artist reader

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You we’re the ink to his brush, the petals to his blossom. The apple of his eye, the icing to his cake. And you represented the blood that splattered on his face, coming from the many rivals that dared to take his place.

Kazuha was entranced by you from the moment you waltzed into his life. Or when he wondered into yours throughout his years of traveling aimlessly hoping to find his missing piece. The only reminder he had of his soulmate was that they were an artist judging from the tattoo of a paint platter on the inside of his wrist.

There you were, at your favorite arts and crafts store. Lovely as always even when you acted indecisive when choosing a specific color or material. He wishes he could announce to the world of how fortunate he was to have a soulmate such as yourself. However, as much as his heart yearns too he can’t. Nor can he ever approach you.

As there was one unspoken restriction placed upon destined soulmates, a tragic one at that. Which prevented the intertwined souls before them to never be reunited, unless they’ve overcome this daunting trail.

The ancient decree that follows states:

“You are invisible to your soulmate, however everyone else can acknowledge your presence. Should you wish to be noticed by your other half you must leave traces of your existence. And pray that your soulmate can put two and two together and realize that you’re there.”

So Kazuha did everything in his power to make himself known to his darling. He left poems which bleed out his heart, pouring out his love on every scripture that was posted outside your bedroom window. Made sure to be there for you when you happened to get into any accidents.

Oh you lost your prized brush utensils? It was miraculously left on your desk the next day, as if you’ve never misplaced it in the first place.

Your missing something on your artwork that prevents it from being finished? Somehow the missing piece presented itself in the for of a red heart, just the thing you were searching for!

He was always there, but due to your obliviousness you failed to realize that the phenomenons happening to you wasn’t purely confidential. Making Kazuha grow frustrated every time he witnessed you becoming too close towards a co-worker of yours.

Why couldn’t you realize that all you ever needed was right beside you? What can he do to make it clear that his existence exists solely for you? As does yours exist for his alone. Days go by and it seems as if you’ve forgotten that you even had a soulmate because of some foolish fellow who doesn’t respect boundaries. He spent hours ransacking his head for ideas…

Until an thought popped up in his head, a deranged smile spreads across his face as he finally figured out the answer to making you notice him. And he was proven correct by how you actually managed to see him covered in the remains of your beloved co worker who was slumped over lifelessly in front of your house. Their blood becoming the ink Kazuha used to write the following words:

“Welcome home Darling, from your soulmate”

[technaart]

Hello~ Could I request cuddling headcanons for Kazuha, please? And if requesting for more than one character is allowed, maybe Yoimiya, Shenhe, and Sara as well?

Cuddling with them♡

Characters: Kazuha (Best boy), Yoimiya, Shenhe, Sara GN reader Genre: Fluff/Comfort A/N: none

The wind blows around the two of you like a cool blanket on a warm spring day. It was late in the evening when you two decided it was time to rest after exploring Liyue for so long. It really was such a beautiful place to wonder.

You lay in a field of green grass, bag under your head as a pillow for the night. You watch as the sky fills with a multitude of colors while the sun goes down, sparkles of stars starting to shine through as the night begins to arise, and you wouldn't dream to be anywhere but here in this moment.

Kazuha hums happily, content with his head resting on your chest and hearing the sound of your heartbeat in his ear. A soothing lullaby that had him slowly drifting to sleep. it was comforting, his arms wrapped around you, your hand combing through his hair taking out small tangles that formed from the days traveling.

This, he thinks, is what I look forward to the most.

These are her favorite moments. The fireworks lit up the night sky in bright, colorful sparks. You sit with her, arms around her waist with your head resting on top of her shoulder. Your eyes were not on the fireworks but on her own beautiful expression of awe as she watched her work being used in the way it should be.

She held your hands to her stomach, not daring to let go. The final firework goes up, her own special message she has made for you. Yoimiya glances back at you, forcing herself to see your reaction but your eyes were already on her, full of adoration for her that made her cheeks go red.

Yoimiya nuzzled her head into yours. No words were needed at this perfect moment. The fireworks spoke for you both.

She is not a cuddler. Physical touch just wasn't her love language, yet, she also craved it like no other when she got a taste of it with you. All Shenhe had to do was open her arms wide and that was all the invite you needed to run into her arms.

They wrapped around you like a cool blanket, it was comforting and you couldn't imagine doing this with anyone at a higher temperature. Shenhe holds you close. Close to her heart where she held all her l love for you but couldn't get into words, only through her actions.

Head resting on top of your arm, she closes her eyes as the usual wave of contentment washes over her when she is with you.

This was the only time she could relax. There is no one to prove herself to, no work to be done. Just to lay here with you in your arms. She loved hearing your heartbeat, the rhythm such a calming sound compared to her hectic and busy days.

Your arms felt safe to her, a hand playing with her hair as you soothe her to sleep. Sara closes her eyes with all her emotions pouring out of her in waves, letting you know just how much she loved these moments with you.

Her home.

[kilxen0]

About the rain

Kazuha x reverse comfort? gn reader

Storms were quite common in the life of a wander. Nothing was much different when you recently joined a young man named Kazuha on your journey. Though you might not know the most about him, you trusted him with your life. You had met him in the outskirts of Liuye harbor, as also a wanderer from Sumeru, you both decided to travel until paths took you both separate ways. He was a free spirit, never one to fret over a small inconvenience, such as the one you were in right now. 

Over traveling the land of Liuye a storm covered the sky in a dark gray, vast and strong as the wind began to pick up, rain hitting the ground. The trees started to sway in Minlin. Not further on Kazuha spotted what looked to be an old cabin. Reaching it only furthered the storm with light thunder cracking in the background. 

“We made it,” Kazuha looks up to you drying his dappen clothes. The cabin was small, only a single chair in the middle of the room by a fireplace, a bed pushed to the corner with a tattered blanket, and only a small window looking down through the valley. Starting a fire and taking off your coat, you set yours and Kazuha's clothes near to dry. Kazuha followed by setting down his blade and a few of his belongings before sitting down on the bed. 

Making your way towards Kazuha, you sit down on the edge of the bed beside him, not leaving much room between the two of you. Though the window was closed, the draft still sent a tiny shiver down your spine. You look over to see him gaze out the window. 

You knew few things about him, but he was a quiet man, only speaking when necessary and with calculated words. He said few when you asked about his life in Inazuma, only saying that he yearns to go back but he was not ready; you didn't press any further. 

“Everything alright Kazuha?” He only looked back at you momentarily before looking back out the window. 

“I used to love the rain when I was small.” you look back at him, his complexion was lit by the storm. “The sound of it would lull me into a peaceful night's sleep,” His red eyes glanced down for a second, as if he was pondering his next words. “But since I’ve grown older my feelings have become more…complicated.” 

You knew he was sharing something with deep meaningfulness to you, you only inched your hand towards his, Putting a hand on his hand. Slowly rubbing circles with your thumb to comfort him to some degree. “I still like to listen to the rain today, but.” He looks back at you this time. A fond smile reaches his lips, although his smile does not quite reach his eyes. “Whenever I see the storm clouds start to gather, my heart sinks...” You could see a lone tear escape from his eye, before he turned his head back to the window. 

“You aren't where you used to be. With me you are safe. Although I do not know everything, I'm willing to learn and listen.” You speak, gently turning his face towards your, wiping the tear from his eye and brushing the loose strands of hair behind his ear. 

“Thank you, y/n” He leans into your touch, putting his head on your shoulder as you put a hand on his head, slowly brushing your fingers through his stands of white locks. The fire cracked and the room filled with an orange hue. 

It was true you didn’t know much about Kazuha, but you wanted to learn more.

An: I was feeling a little down today, although the rain today really inspired me to write about Kazuha (plus his voice line loll). I would also like to thank you all for the love I’ve been receiving on my last couple posts. I’m still really new to writing, and I’m just doing it as a side little hobby :) Have a good night/day -x