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mari-the-bimbo · 3 years

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Hi there mari darling<3 so can i request a highschool au where kakucho,izana(im not sure if u write for him but if you dont you can write for someone else) and haitani brothers where they are deeply and madly inlove with a shy and a nerd reader.like no bullying and all just them being in love with her.i love you so much<33

Tenjiku crushing on shy reader (college AU!)

A/N: Hi love! I hope you don’t mind me doing it as college AU! since I usually age the characters up. Enjoy <3

Characters: Izana, Kakucho, Rindou, Ran

Izana:

Izana is a man of confidence and assertiveness, yet his heart belonged to someone of the opposite, Y/N, his shy and reserved classmate.

The white haired boy always had a crush on you, even when he wanted to look away, he couldn’t, you were too pretty to look away from.

“Cute” he’d mutter under his breath as he watches you scribble notes that no one else in lecture class was taking.

Although you made Izana’s heart beat fast every time he saw you, he would never shy away from you, in fact he would openly admire you.

“Is this seat taken y/n-chan?” He’d ask ever so smoothly, before taking a seat next to you when you shake your head.

“You’re so smart y/n chan, can you help me study?” he’ll ask immediately after, “sure!” you reply with that damn adorable smile, making him lose his breath.

And as you try to explain your notes to him, you couldn’t help but feel his stare, and when you looked up, you were met with a pretty shade of lilac eyes.

“Izana?” You ask anxiously.

“You’re so pretty” he sighed with his hand on his chin, stuck in a lovesick gaze as he watched you blush.

Kakucho:

Kakucho Hitto, everyone on campus knows him as Izana’s best friend. His very cute best friend

Everyone also knows him as the guy who has a crush on y/n 😭

He made it too obvious. The blush that would adorn his face when you’d enter class, Izana continuously nudging him, the way the usually intimidating boy would start blushing and getting defensive whenever anyone asked him about you.

And it all started because you once shyly told him his scar is pretty <3

But even though he would get flustered at your beauty, he’d overcome his shyness and walk you back to your dorm

Well actually it’s because Izana threatened to tell you the truth if he didn’t make a move 💀

“Pretty cold huh?” Kakucho said, looking up at the grey clouds, hoping to initiate some conversation. “Mhm” you agree shyly. Then you suddenly felt a hand brush against your own

“b-body warmth helps.. Izana said” he reasoned, looking away so you don’t see the blush on his face as you smile and hold his much larger hand.

Rindou:

Rindou knew you, his crush for a year now, didn’t think much about him. After all, he didn’t initiate much conversation with you, but that’s because he didn’t know how. What if he came across too rude? Too cold? He wouldn’t want to put a frown on your pretty little face.

That’s why he settled for non verbal ways of courting you.

He randomly sit down next to you in classes, telling whoever was planning to sit next to you to fuck off.

He won’t talk to you or even fully smile at you, usually he’ll place your favourite drink on the desk, muttering “it’s for you” because turning back to his laptop.

Wait how did he know your favourite dri- never mind.

One day, you felt brave and decided to initiate talk, “oh! I like that song too” you say shyly, looking down at his phone. He looks up at you for a second, his lazy eyes taking in your features before he leaned forward and placed an earphone in your ear. Leaving you more flustered than before.

Even your friends were left so confused by him. So they took into into their own hands to ask him before class began, despite your protests. “Hey Rindou! You like y/n or something?”

Rindou, slightly tilted his head before looking you directly in the eyes. “Yes”

Ran:

Ran likes you.

And I mean A LOT. And it’s about to become everyone on campus’ problem because he’s going to do everything possible to have your attention.

Ran’s crush on you is beyond obvious. No one even feels the need to mention it because they’re so used to seeing him tease you.

Yes, his love language is teasing so you’re in for a damn ride.

Tries to sit next to you in class always. If you happen to be sitting a bit far from him, he’ll stretch his long leg out, wrap it around your chair legs and tug you forward, making you blush in bewilderment when you suddenly find yourself face to face with him

Plays footsies with you under tables!

He likes offering you bike rides back to dorm. “It’s okay Ran, it’s only a 10 min walk” you reason with a shy smile, he leans forward to admire that pretty smile before replying “but pretty people like you shouldn’t walk for 10 mins” with a playful pout.

You laugh softly before joining him on the bike from behind. He audibly hums at the feeling of you wrapping your arms around his waist tightly.

At the traffic light, he leans back so that he’s slightly leaning on you “hey pretty, go out on a date with me in Roppongi soon?” he says with a genuine smile.

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dycefic · 3 years

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Have An Evil Day

No prompt this time, just a sequel to ‘Welcome To Evil-Mart’

Working at Evil-Mart is usually… well, it’s retail. It’s physically exhausting, you have to deal with a lot of idiots without being overtly rude, and your feet hurt. Even though the hours and pay are very good, the benefits are great, and our bosses treat us well compared to most retail employees, it’s still not what I’d call a fun job.

But it’s not what I’d call dull, either. Especially not on days like today.

I was promoted to supervisor after the Food Poisoning Incident, so I have a little more authority and a little less obligation to be pleasant and I got issued a weighted cosh because sometimes Evil-Mart customers get… feisty. I’d never had to use it, though, because those who hadn’t seen what I did to Majority Rules, either in person or on one of the cell-phone videos that circulated afterwards, had at least heard about it. They didn’t give me any trouble.

I was halfway through my shift, and the worst things that’d happened had been running out of croissants and a machine oil spill in Aisle Seven, when our greeter pressed the alarm button, which sent an alert to my handset. As front-end supervisor, that meant me, so I went over. Sam, who is unusual in the henching community for having actually aged out rather than ‘being retired’ jerked his chin in the direction of a tall, swaggering figure. “He just came in,” he whispered.

I did a full double-take before I took it in. Superdyne. Fucking Superdyne.

We’d all heard about his dramatic heel-turn a couple of months ago. The whole world had heard about it. Superdyne, who’d skated closer and closer to the line for years, had decided to cross it in a blaze of bloodshed. He was a villain now, he said. There’d been a whole speech about how ingratitude had driven him to it blah blah blah.

I work at Evil-Mart. I’m from a hench family. If someone becomes a supervillain because they hate Mondays or want to turn us all into dinosaurs or whatever, I don’t judge. I will sell depth-charges and laser guns to anyone who can prove they’re over eighteen without hesitation. But even we get kind of grossed out by the ‘I am forced to turn evil because I haven’t been given enough love’ thing. People who are actually so fucked up by emotional abuse or neglect or some superhero killing their family, we’re fine with them. But they don’t say that’s why they do it, and most of them need a lot of therapy to even realize it. People who actually say that’s why are entitled dickwads.

And now the dickwad had walked into Evil-Mart like he was entitled. Like he thought he was one of us.

“Lockdown protocols,” I told Sam quietly. “On my authorisation.” That takes a minute or two, though, so I went over to talk to Superdyne. “Sir, I have to ask how you even knew where to find this place.”

He smirked at me. “I have my ways,” he said smugly. He’d either bribed or beaten someone, that was my guess. “So this is where the villains shop? We all thought you went to Wal-Mart.” He laughed, like he thought it was clever.

“Yes, so you all say,” I said dryly. I didn’t feel like pretending he was the first person to make the bad joke. “My next question, sir, is what made you think it was a good idea to come in here.”

He spread his hands. “I’m one of you now!” he said happily. “I’m a bad guy! So now I guess I shop where the bad guys shop!” He looked around, frowning a little. “Although I was expecting more weapons and explosives. A… more villainous atmosphere. I didn’t know Evil-Mart had fresh produce.”

“I don’t advise buying herbs here unless you’re a magical practitioner. Some of them have… unusual effects.” A lot of our produce is normal stuff, but some of it not only isn’t legal, it doesn’t exist anywhere else.

“Oh. Well, that makes sense. But the bright lights and the bakery?”

“We have excellent gluten-free breads. In many ways, Superdyne, this is just another store. We have sales, we mark down the breads in the afternoon, we even have a PA system.” I pulled out my handset, and thumbed the button that tied it to the PA. “Attention, shoppers,” I said in my most soothing Customer Service voice, which made him grin. “Evil-Mart wishes to inform you – “ The countdown on my handset reached zero, and I turned to look at the entrance as a huge blast door thudded down. That was the last part of the sequence – staff outside the area were already in lockdown and security were on their way. I smiled, and continued almost without a pause. “- That we are in lockdown at this time, due to the presence of Superdyne in the store. Please remain calm, and be advised that security are on their way to deal with the problem. If you have a personal grudge that you wish to address with Superdyne at this time, he is standing near Register Six with a stupid expression on his face.”

He was staring at me, stunned. “But… but…” he stammered, and damned if he didn’t look puzzled. “But I’m one of you now!”

“No,” I said flatly. “You were always evil, that’s true, but you’ll never be one of us. And for the record, I’m one of the people with a personal grudge. All those henchmen you’ve killed and maimed had families, asshole… and they all shop here.”

He swung at me, then, but I spent years in hench training. Even someone super-strong can be dodged, and once I slammed my cosh into his groin a few times his punches got a lot more aimless. Around then, Tiger Ty came over the register, claws out and snarling, and I figured I should stand out of the way.

About ten minutes later, I turned on the PA again. “Clean-up to Register Six,” I called, in the same special voice. “Category 7, class three. Shoppers, please be advised that lockdown is now lifted but Register Six will be closed until clean-up is completed.”

Hunter, who’d been working Register Six, came out from underneath it. He looked a little green. Well, he was still in his teens, this was probably his first fatal mobbing. “What’s Category 7?” he asked in a shaky voice. “I haven’t heard that before.”

“Biohazard.”

“Oh. Class three?”

“Send three people. He was a juicy one.” I stepped away from a spreading puddle of blood. “Run and get a couple of caution signs we can put around this mess.” I eyed it measuringly. “And one of those fifteen-gallon plastic tubs with a lid, I’ll damage it out.”

He eyed the mess. “Are you sure that’s big enough?”

“Yeah, the average human is only about seventeen gallons by volume, and I’m not going to put all the blood and mush in there, just the big pieces.”

He gulped. “Ah. Yes, ma’am.”

I called after him when he ran off. “One of the black tubs, not a clear one!” Which honestly should only be common sense, but you can’t count on a flustered teenager to have common sense.

We frown on killing customers at Evil-Mart, up to a point… but when a particularly murderous super-hero walks into our store, well, that’s something else. I’d have to fill out a ton of paperwork, though.

I had to chase off one of Doctor Malign’s minons and two members of the Genetic Reign before the clean-up crew arrived, both of whom urgently wanted samples. In the end I scraped a few pieces of liver and unidentified organ into two of the bags we use for possibly-contaminated money just to make them go away. (They’re good customers, and it was just going to go in the trash anyway.)

By the time the clean-up was done, all the big pieces were boxed up, and I’d finished the paperwork, my shift had been over for twenty minutes, and I’d been asked to come up to the boss’s office.

“Listen, I have no issues with how you handled the situation, I want you to know that.” Mr Trent leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingertips together. “It was quick, it was efficient, and… given your personal history with Superdyne, not to mention mine and that of half of our customer base… richly deserved.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. It came out too meek, and I cleared my throat and straightened up. It’s hard not to be intimidated by Mr Trent, when you’re in the same room with him. It’s not his fault, and he does his best, but even under the strictest control his fear-inducing powers tend to unsettle anyone who gets too close. We all know he’s not doing it on purpose and we try not to show our reactions. “Do you have any orders regarding the remains?”

“Doctor Order wants them.” He rubbed his chin. “Get someone from the pharmacy to prepare samples for him, please, including brain tissue. He’s our primary supplier, and we can’t offend him. As for the rest… as you know, I’m retired, and I don’t usually participate in the Endless War.” One of his hands dropped to his left thigh. His prosthetic leg is some of Doctor Order’s best work, but the injury that led to his retirement had been brutal even by our standards. “But this is different. Superdyne came here. To our place of safety. We need to make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

I nodded. “Do you want the remains dumped somewhere public? Some kind of dramatic display?”

“No. Something more direct.” He rubbed his chin again, then tapped the intercom on his desk. “Iris, please send up Miss Fedorova from Marketing and Mr Levy from the warehouse.”

“Yes, sir,” Iris responded, and he clicked off the intercom again.

“The three of you worked together very well, during the food poisoning incident,” he explained. “And I believe they can assist us in a satisfactory conclusion.” He hesitated, then smiled ruefully. “Perhaps you should wait outside until they get here. I can tell I’m unsettling you.”

“Sir, I know you’re not – “

“Not doing it on purpose.” He sighed. “I do appreciate how hard you all work to make me feel… accepted, I really do. But I’m very annoyed right now, which makes control more difficult for me, so I think we’d both be more relaxed if you waited outside while I do my meditation exercises.”

I waited outside. When the three of us went into his office again, the miasma of low-level fear was definitely a bit lighter, and he smiled. “All right. Now, this conversation is going to be very confidential, and I will remind you all of the agreements you signed when you were employed.” We all chorused agreement, and he nodded. “Good. Now, this is very much a secret, even among Evil-Mart staff, but we do have a few online clients who are… ah… on the other side of the fence.”

Ms Fedorova blinked. “What?”

Knuckles sighed. “We ship to a few heroes,” he explained. “The ones who are… less homo than sapiens, if you get my drift.”

I didn’t, and from her expression Ms Fedorova didn’t either. Mr Trent spread his hands, drawing our eyes to his fingers. Which as a rule nobody looks at, because there’s fourteen of them, with four joints in each finger, and we know he’s self-conscious about it. “The less… purely human ones,” he said quietly. “One of the reasons I created Evil-Mart was to give those who can’t pass for human, like me, a place to be… people. To have dignity. So that the obligate carnivores weren’t reduced to living on pet-food or scavenging for scraps, so that those with complex metabolisms could get the supplements they need so that people who are still people, for all their outward differences, could shop in safety. There are a great many more monsters, demigods, abominations of science and other non-standard persons among our set than among the heroes, and I wanted to meet their needs, as well as selling weapons and Lair-away-from-home sets and so on.”

“And there are a few heroes who order from us for that reason,” Knuckles added. “The ones who can’t get medications to suit their metabolism, or need to eat things that you can’t get easily anywhere else.”

I nodded, because that much I understood. We have some very esoteric ‘dietary supplies’ that start with fresh, healthy, well-treated and disease-free prey animals frozen whole (from mouse up to calf and goat kept in stock, larger sizes by pre-order, halal and kosher certified where possible) and end with human blood (rejected blood bank stock mostly, we have an arrangement), and human flesh and organs (sourced from hospitals, morgues and crematoriums, guaranteed no murder, at least not by us). “Well, I suppose that makes sense. I’m surprised we ship to them, though.”

“Oh, they don’t know we know. It’s all assumed names and secret bank accounts.” Knuckles grinned. “But Mr Trent has all our online customers identified before we ship. And for the ones who don’t have any other options, well… we let it slide.”

“I can see why you don’t want that to get out.” Ms Fedorova tapped her chin. “What does this have to do with disposing of the body? I was planning to set up a really ghoulish display in a public place somewhere, I already have some sketches.” Marketing for Evil-Mart is… well, it includes more than designing our sale flyers.

“No. We’re going to deliver them to a hero… one of the ones who owes us… and make it very clear that just because someone decides to admit he’s a villain, that doesn’t make him one of us and it doesn’t entitle him to union services,” Mr Trent said flatly. “I want to make it crystal clear to all of them that a heel turn does not mean their sins are forgiven, or that we will accept them as anything other than a very brief amusement.”

Late that night – we were all on overtime, but it couldn’t be done in daylight – we wheeled a cart down the run-down hallway of a shoddy apartment building. “This is a terrible address for a hero,” Ms Fedorova muttered. “Are we sure he lives here?”

“I deliver here a couple of times a month.” Knuckles was pushing the cart. “I’m sure.”

“Okay.” Ms Fedorova cleared her throat, coughed once or twice, and suddenly her voice was deeper and her very faint Russian accent was as thick as pea soup. “This is intimidation tactic,” she said, grinning toothily. “Do not act surprised.”

I knocked on the door, but let Knuckles do the talking. “Delivery, Mr West,” he called, using the fake name the guy had been giving.

It worked… the door was unlocked and opened almost immediately. “I scheduled the order for next – “ the mark said, and then we were pushing inside, slamming the door behind us.

“Do not be alarmed, Mr… Dinoid, is it?” Ms Fedorova said, folding her arms. “Evil-Mart is knowing all along your real identity. But you are needing to eat, and we are not turning down regular business, so we make no trouble.”

Knuckles rolled his eyes behind her back at how much she was hamming it up, but I waved a hand. Let her have her fun. So Knuckles started unloading the boxes onto the table while she talked. “First, your Budget Bunny Box. Your favourite, da?” The next box, smaller, plunked down. “Two fresh chickens, halal certified, healthy and having lived good life, gift for good customer.” Knuckles dumped the plastic tub on the floor. “And mortal remains of Superdyne, with note.”

Dinoid was staring at us, but that made him shift into a combat stance, his long claws spread. “The… Superdyne’s dead? And in there?”

“Well. Most of him. The big pieces.” Ms Fedorova shrugged an impressively Russian shrug. I hadn’t even known that was a thing, but when she did it, it was obvious. “You must understand, when a mob tears a man apart, it is hard to find every little piece.”

“I’m pretty sure Doctor Malign and the Genetic Reign took off with doggy bags,” I said, as if I hadn’t handed them over myself. “And Doctor Order probably has some of him too, by now. So looking out for clones would be a good idea, I don’t know if that’s in the note.”

Insofar as that reptilian face could show readable expressions, he looked shocked. “Why on earth would… why? He changed sides? And why did you bring him to me?”

“We know your address, we know you don’t want to turn us in because we’re the only ones who can supply your meals, and our boss wanted us to make this very clear.” I indicated the note. Since Ms Fedorova was hamming up her Sexy Russian Supervillain act, and Knuckles was very obvious Muscle, I figured it was on me to be the Reasonable One. “He might have stopped being a hero, but that didn’t make him one of us. That didn’t make him acceptable to us. Our boss wants it made very clear that your failures shouldn’t expect to be accepted by us… or even spared by us.”

He shifted slowly, the tip of his tail twitching. “I… see. I understand why you would reject Superdyne. He was notorious for killing and maiming people on… your side. But I know other defectors have been accepted. Philomel, for example.”

“Philomel was child of villains. She is young, she is rebellious, she sides with heroes for a while.” Ms Fedorova shrugged. “Is understandable, da? The young do foolish things. She comes home, all is forgiven.”

He nodded slowly. “Tenebrous?”

“That story I don’t know.” Ms Fedorova glanced at me.

I nodded. “Tenebrous was just a kid. He was twelve when Varide recruited him. Nineteen when he broke with the guy. Varide put a kid into combat, left him with massive PTSD, then ditched him when he had a breakdown and went too far. Mx Frantique at least made sure he had a safe place to stay and some therapy.”

“It’s happened a few times.” Knuckles rested his elbows on the cart’s handles, his inhumanly big, strong hands dangling. “But there’s a process. A system. If someone’s sponsored by a villain in good standing, like Frantique sponsoring Tenbrous, they can be accepted. Nobody gets to just choose to join. Especially not a smug, entitled prick like Superdyne.”

Ms Fedorova suddenly leaned forward, scowling. “And why are you called Dinoid? You are not dinosaur. You are clearly monitor lizard. Golden monitor, I think.” She reached out and prodded his arm. “And not healthy, either. Look at colouration! You do not keep environment humid enough. Are having trouble with shedding, da?”

Now we were all staring at her. “You’re a lizard expert now?” Knuckles asked.

She shrugged. “What? Is hobby. Mamma’s little Varanus Acanthurus are pride and joy. Sadly, cannot keep larger monitors in city. Is unkind.”

Dinoid ran a hand over his head slowly. “Not many people realize,” he said slowly. “That’s why I order from you guys. I used to get frozen… food… from a pet supplier, but then I got contacted by someone who told me there was another option.”

“Is good thing. Those pet suppliers, they are rogues. They do not keep animals healthy, can get diseases or mites from those things.” Ms Fedorova sniffed. “I would never buy from them. My babies would get sick.”

He actually chuckled, then, seeming to relax a bit. “You’re not wrong. After… this happened… I got really sick a couple of times before I figured out what to eat, and where to get it. And even the reputable suppliers don’t always have the healthiest stock.” He opened his mouth wide, making a gagging noise. “You have no idea how bad that ‘reptile food’ is. Eating whole animals may be a little disgusting, but it’s nothing to some of that stuff.”

“I believe it,” I said emphatically. “There’s a reason Evil-Mart has such an extensive pet-food line. The horror stories we hear from some of our customers… well, you’d believe it, I bet, but most humans just look confused.”

Knuckles nodded, and spread his hands. “People who can’t pass for regular humans… or even for people, the way most normies see it… are a lot more common on our side of the fence than yours. That’s why we delivered to you. We figured you really needed it.”

“Does he order from the pharmacy?” Ms Fedorova was around behind him now, examining his back. “He is having calcium deficiency, am betting. He needs nutritional supplement.”

“I take a nutritional supplement,” he said defensively.

“The one for normal-sized lizards is not enough for man-sized monitor/human hybrid,” she said firmly. “Check pharmacy section next time. We are having excellent selection of supplements for hybrids, and chart to tell you how much to take for body-mass.”

He looked back and forth between the three of us. “You people are… not what I would have expected from an evil supermarket.”

“We may be… morally challenged,” I said, shrugging, “but we’re not heartless.” I looked around his tiny, shabby apartment. “Unlike some of your lot. I thought you were on a team. Why are you living here?”

He ducked his head. “I couldn’t live at the base,” he said, his tail drooping. “My… I made people uncomfortable. And the stipend isn’t much.”

“Isn’t much? With the merchandising deals they have?” Ms Fedorova sounded shocked, and the accent had dropped back a lot. “I know for a fact that if the accountants ever got hold of their books they’d owe more in back taxes than… well, than Evil-Mart would if our illegal product arm ever got discovered. And we pay our taxes on the legitimate stuff scrupulously.”

Dinoid blinked rapidly, though I couldn’t tell whether he was more surprised by her suddenly dropping her act or the idea that Evil-Mart pays taxes. “You do?”

“Of course. Not under that name, of course, there’s a shell company.” She sniffed. “All villains do. Al Capone, you know. We’re not getting caught that way again.”

Knuckles and I both nodded when he looked at us, and he shook his head. “Huh. Makes sense, I guess.”

“It does.” I looked around again. The place really was crappy. “I know it’s a personal question, Mr… West, but under the circumstances I’d like to know… how much is that stipend?”

He looked down at the floor for a while, then cleared his throat. “Uh. $1100 a month.”

We all stared at him. Ms Fedorova’s mouth fell open. Knuckles looked shocked, and I was horrified. “$1100 a month?!” I asked, my voice coming out louder than I’d intended. “For risking your life on a superhero team?! I have teenaged cashiers working part-time who make more than that!”

He looked almost as startled as we did. “For working a cash register?!”

“Evil-Mart pays pretty good.” Knuckles shrugged. “But that stipend is disgusting.”

“You are being exploited,” Ms Fedorova said, sounding really aghast. “That is terrible. Why, baseline henchman pay is twice that, and there are danger bonuses and…” Her voice dropped suddenly. “You don’t have a union, do you?”

“A union? Of course we don’t have a…” He trailed off. “You mean you do?”

“Of course we do. An extremely well-armed one.” Ms Fedorova folded her arms. “Henchmen And Allied Industries has represented us for generations. The last time a supervillain executed a union henchman for failure, he was boiled in oil… literally. On camera. Oh, of course some of the less reputable villains just pick up small-time trash from the streets, untrained rabble from the gangs and so on, so they can treat them as disposable, but we union members are skilled workers, with rights and protections. I bet you don’t even get overtime.”

“Of course not. Crime happens when it happens, and we have to…” He trailed off. “You guys get overtime?”

“We’re getting double time and a half for this conversation. And an extra day off.”

His eyes widened again. “Really? Wow, that’s… even when I was working a regular job, before this, I didn’t get pay like that.” He looked down at his hands and bared his teeth in what looked like an unhappy expression. “And now I can’t work anything but this kind of job. People don’t like having a scary dinosaur in their restaurant.”

There was a long pause.

“You can cook?” Ms Fedorova asked carefully.

“Yeah. I worked in my parents’ restaurant before… this.” He gestured at himself. “They were killed when we were attacked, and I was… changed.”

We all looked at each other. “After you’ve returned Superdyne’s remains to whoever you consider appropriate,” I said, grabbing a notepad and scribbling down my number, “I’d like you to give me a call. Evil-Mart is always hiring in the bakery and deli, and I mean always. Most bad guys aren’t great cooks. We don’t know why, it just seems to be one of those things.”

“You want me to join the bad guys?”

“I want you to work in a bakery. Villains and henchmen need to eat, and so do their families. Nobody’s going to ask you to rip superheroes in half, just maybe make a sandwich that won’t give anyone food poisoning.”

“That’s a regular concern?”

“Six months ago the three of us ran Evil-Mart’s physical store completely unassisted for most of a day because the only people who weren’t down with food poisoning were the ones who’d had the vegetarian and kosher meals.” I shuddered at the recollection. “Trust me. Someone who can cater staff functions without a major disaster would never have to live in an apartment like this working for us.”

“And we get full benefits, including dental.” Knuckles was shaking his head. “I bet you don’t even get hospital.”

“What hospital would take me? I always figured I’d go to the zoo and talk to the vet if – “

Ms Fedorova actually put her arms around him. “You,” she told him firmly, “are going to resign your terrible exploitative job, and then I will personally sponsor you to the union immediately. I have a spare room. You will like it. Humidity and temperature can be set just how you like, and Mamma Yelena will take you to real doctor expert in health of hybrids.”

“Those exist?” he asked, sounding a bit overwhelmed.

“Yeah, the Genetic Reign has like three of them,” I said sympathetically. “Listen, you can take some time to think it over, but you don’t have to put up with this kind of exploitation just because you don’t look human. Nearly a third of Evil-Mart’s staff can’t pass, and they’re treated just like everyone else.”

Superdyne’s dramatic demise got a lot of news coverage. Apparently it came as a real shock to the ‘good guys’ that there were some monsters even the superest villains wouldn’t embrace.

Dinoid no longer exists. Ismail Jameel works at Evil-Mart, and has expanded our fresh food lines a lot already. He’s a nice guy, and after Ms Fedorova told everyone how disgustingly he’d been exploited by those so-called ‘heroes’, he was welcomed with open arms. Literally, in at least one case – he’s dating someone from the warehouse, I’ve heard, though I don’t know who. He says we should rename the store, because we suck at being evil.

But evil is a really relative term. It can mean the blackest depravity, or a moment of viciousness, or even just ‘people on the other side’. Evil-Mart is called that because everyone, at least everyone on our side, is welcome. Plus, we all think it’s funny that the least-evil megacorporation is called ‘Evil-Mart’. What can we say? Bad guys have a sense of humour too.

Have an evil day!

#welcome to Evil Mart #good is not just good #evil is not just evil #people are complicated #and so is retail #tw graphic #tw gore #tw violence #tw murder #it's a supervillain story #supervillain shit happens #you are now warned

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minty-fanfic-corner · 3 years

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Hi! Could i please request (if you open;;) female reader with Xiao, Venti (you can add someone else if you like!) , when reader is Lumine/Aether's (you can choose!!) Adventure partner but not as popular like Lumine/Aether! It's like all people attention goes to Lumine/Aether and not you. Even though you also doing your best helping people but they're only thanking Lumine/Aether :(

I'm sorry if this confusing you ;; i'm kinda bad at english;;

Dear anon,

IVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THAT FOR SO, SO, SOOOO LONG! So watch me also make more parts of this with other characters hehehehehe. Also it wasn’t confusing at all! Your English is great ^^

Hope you’ll like it!

A/n: I’ve never wrote Venti before, so I hope it’s okay! It’s not the type of character I usually write ^^’ and as always tell me if I made any big mistake aaaaaa

[Kazuha and Albedo version is here!]

Xiao

“What were you thinking??“

Xiao was standing in front of you, anger shining in his eyes. You took a step back, intimidated by his sudden outburst. You had just came back from a mission with Aether, where you hurt your leg. It wasn’t anything too bad; you’d just need to rest for a week at most. Yet, Xiao made it look like you had almost died. You furrowed your brows, confused by his action.

“I was just doing my duty! I was just helping!”

The adeptus sighed and rolled his eyes at your answer. This just made you even more confused. If you weren’t supposed to help, what were you supposed to do?

“You should have let Aether do it, (Y/N).”

“So… I’m not supposed to help him? I should have let him do all the work?” You took a few steps in his direction. You blood was starting to boil with anger. “Am I just supposed to stand to the side and let him work?”

Xiao didn’t move as you moved towards him. Then he answered, looking you straight in the eyes:

“Exactly. Aether is stronger than you. You’re going to be a burden to him if you keep acting like that.”

The blood that was boiling in your veins was now frozen. You felt as if Xiao had stab you in the heart with a cold blade, then freezing your blood inside your own body. You stayed there, looking at him with a pain expression. Xiao slowly realised what he said, and panic flashed quickly in his eyes. He tried taking your hand, but you dodged his.

“(Y/n)… I-“

“Is that how you see me Xiao? Is this how everyone see me?” you asked, looking at him. Tears were pooling in your eyes, threating to fall at any moment. “Am I a burden because I try to help?”

“(Y/n), that is not what I meant!”

“But you said it! You said that I was weak and that I was a burden!” Tears were now rolling on your cheeks. “I am not weak, and I am not a burden! Why can’t anyone see it?”

By now, tears were cascading on your cheeks and sobs were getting caught in your throat. Your head was dizzy from all the thoughts spinning inside. Lately, you’ve been training like crazy, just so you wouldn’t be a burden. Did you fail at that too? You were in so much pain from all the physical training you were putting yourself through. And you were in so much pain from being ignored all the time by everyone.

“Didn’t you see how hard I’m trying Xiao? I’m training daily, so that I won’t be a burden. I’m in pain from all this training! I’m in pain from everyone ignoring how hard I’m trying! Because no matter what I do, people only see Aether! They never see me! Even if I’m helping him all the time!”

Xiao stayed silent, looking at you. Of course, he had noticed how hard you were trying and how hard you were working out. But he never thought of telling you how proud of you he was. And now, the guilt was eating him up. He took a step forward and put his hand on your shoulder. This time you let him do so and he felt relieved when you didn’t move away. Slowly, he pulled you into a hug. He hugged you close as your body was still shaking from the sobs.

“It hurts Xiao… It hurts so much. I’m so tired…” you whispered between sobs.

“I know (Y/N), I know… I’m sorry, I didn’t notice everything you were going through sooner…”

“It hurts Xiao, it really does… Why does no one notice how hard I’m trying? Maybe I should just give up…”

Xiao shook his head and you felt his hug becoming tighter.

“You don’t have to stop entirely. But you do deserve to take a break. You don’t have to push your body over and over like that. You’ll just hurt yourself even more if you continue! You’ll get sicker, and then… And then… Maybe you won’t be able to help anymore… You are so important to me and to Aether (Y/N). We don’t know what we would do without you. I do not know who I would be without you. So please, take a break. You deserve it… I’ll go grab some food from YanXiao and I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

You nodded slowly, still not looking at him. You felt guilty for feeling this way, because you knew how hard Aether was trying as well. But you couldn’t help but feel your heart hurt when people were always thanking him and ignoring you. Xiao then spoke up, as if he had read your mind:

“You’re doing amazing (Y/N), you are amazing. But let me take care of you, okay? You deserve it.”

Venti

You had met Lumine a few months ago when she first arrived in Mondstadt. You weren’t a high ranked knight or anything, but you two often crossed paths during your respective commissions. This led to you helping each others quite often. And so, Lumine and you decided to team up to take care of some business together. You were not the strongest person out there, but since you started working with the traveler, you definitely felt that you were getting stronger.

But you were the only one noticing the changes. No one else ever did. And no one else acknowledge your presence in this teamwork. It was always all about Lumine.

Tonight, you and the blonde were staying in an Inn near the Dawn Winery. You had to track down some Cicin mage that was roaming the area. The mission was successful, but as the Sun was going down, you and Lumine decided to stay in the small inn. Lumine stayed downstairs with the employees and other guests of the small house. You quickly made your way to your assigned room to the second floor. There, you try to tend to your wounds. You could have asked the inn’s healer, but of course their attention was all focused on the girl. So you were once again left alone, to deal with the pain yourself. As you were trying to wrap some bandages around your wrist, you heard laughter bursting from the first floor. Until then, you were able to ignore them. But now, they just seemed to get louder and louder, and you couldn’t ignore them anymore. You were now forced to listen to their words.

“Ah Lumine! You did such an incredible job today!”

“We truly don’t know what we would do without you!”

“Always fighting all by yourself… You really are the strongest person out there!”

As more praises and laughs spilled from their mouths, tears started spilling from your eyes. You only realised that you were crying when the tears started to fall on your bandaged hand and when they left a wet spot on the fabric. Realising that you were crying, you couldn’t help but feel even more horrible. Were you jealous of Lumine? These thoughts were now spinning in your head, and guilt was starting to consume you. No, that’s not… That’s impossible, right? Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the window opening suddenly and felt the cold wind entering the bedroom.

“Eh, (Y/n)! I heard Lumine was here, so I figured you’d be here as well!”

You quickly wiped your tears with your hand before turning your gaze to Venti. He was sitting on the windowsill, his usual smile displayed on his lips. Of course, he knew you were here only because of Lumine. You shook your head slightly to chase those thoughts and offered him a small smile.

“Well, your intuition is always right, isn’t Venti?”

“Mh-hm! But my intuition also tells me that you’re not okay (Y/N).” He got up from the sill and closed the window before walking to the bed, where he sat. “Did you get hurt during the commission? Do you want me to go get a healer?”

“No… That won’t be necessary… They don’t have to lose their time with me.” You answered, shaking your head.

Venti lost his smile at those words. He furrowed his brows and looked at you with clear worry in his eyes.

“Why would they be losing their timewith you (Y/n)?”

You felt your lower lip trembled a little at his question. You were no longer able to look at him, so you cast your gaze on your hands, resting on your knees. The wet patch on the bandage made it clear that you cried earlier. You didn’t want to tell Venti how you felt. You felt so horrible for being jealous of Lumine, and you knew he’d see you as someone horrible if you told him. Yet, the answer slipped out, and you couldn’t stop it.

“Because I’m not Lumine.”

Your eyes widened when you realised what you said. You squeezed them shut quickly, ashamed of your words. Venti wasn’t saying anything, and it just made you more and more stressed. Was he despising you now? Was he mad at you? Was he going to leave you here? Was he going to-

“(Y/n)… Is that why you were crying?” he asked, gently cupping your cheeks with his hands.

Fresh tears started to fall from your eyes again. Venti carefully wipped them with his thumbs, still talking to you.

“Of course you’re not Lumine… But that’s why I love you! You’re the one I love, you’re the one I absolutely adore(Y/n)! Lumine is great, but not as great as you. I know how you feel, love. But you work so hard, I know how hard you work. You’re the strongest person I know (Y/n), and you deserved to be loved, okay?”

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uplatterme · 3 years

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Once in a Millennia

cw: sub!zhongli, afab!reader, spanking, biting, cunnilingus, smothering, dacryphilia

a/n: hehe zhongli go cry >-< i felt like this was a bit short mmm 🤔

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Zhongli was intimidated by you. Yes, the one and only geo archon was afraid of a mere human. That was because he could not read whatever was going on in your mind.

You were a friend of his Boss and he couldn’t just tell you to shoo away as you and Hu Tao clearly had a deeper bond. He would usually ignore any advances from anyone.

However, you were quite special. Each time you visited, he could see the way you dressed become visibly more revealing. He wondered if it ever bothered you to be wearing such things at a funeral home. Then again, one other archon also dressed in such a provoking way.

You would never say a word to him, when in the same room, you would simply look at him up and down as you continued your ongoing conversation with Hu Tao. Those stares that you kept giving him were driving him mad. What was it you actually wanted?

Your eyes felt like you could see through his soul when he couldn’t. From Zhongli’s point of view, it’s as if you were undressing him thoroughly. Not even minding his Boss right next to you.

It lasted many days until one day, you disappeared. He waited a day or two to see if you would come back.

You didn’t.

When asked, all he got was “She’s busy.”

He didn’t even know your name. How was he supposed to look for you?

Then he heard it. The sound of your laughter that he was so used to hearing everyday.

He followed it and was led to an establishment he would never dream of coming in.

A brothel.

Were you a prostitute? It would make sense. The way you dressed, your mannerisms, he remembered it.

It all honestly sounds creepy of him to be reminiscing about such things but of course, with your beauty. Were you just supposed to let it go to waste?

“Ah, did you miss me?”

Zhongli turned his back around to face you. Huh, that’s weird. What you were wearing is a bit more formal than he was used to.

Your usual thighs that were always showing were hidden under a long skirt. Your breasts were also fully covered, the only skin showing was that of your arms.

“I was just wondering where you were.” He answered honestly.

“Hm? What for?”

That’s… a question he could not answer. Why did he insist on coming here?

You waited for a response but you weren’t met with one. That was fine. You knew he’d be troublesome, you always had.

“Want a smoke?”

“No, thank you.” He refused your offer while continuing to follow you around, ignoring the workers inside sending him glances and whistles.

You took a puff before introducing yourself once more. “This is my brothel, all of these wonderful ladies work for me.”

“Ah, so you’re not-?”

“I used to be. Although, I’m afraid my skills have faded.” You humbled yourself.

“Tell me, Morax. When was the last time you slept with someone?”

Your words had him stop from walking. All this time, you knew who he really was?

“I’m afraid you may have been mistaken.” He tried to avoid your already confirmed suspicions.

You only laughed at the brunette, “I’ve spoken with a certain ginger before, and I can attest that he was not lying. After all, he screamed it in my ears multiple times.”

“So, what is it that you want?”

“You really do speak like an old man, huh. It would make sense but still. Be a little more expressive, will you?”

Zhongli could handle insults, it came with his status. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but find himself offended when you were the one saying it. You have been making him feel certain things this whole conversation.

Like when you talked about Childe earlier, he seemed a bit jealous about the involvement between you two. Of course, he wouldn’t say anything. That wasn’t his place to do so.

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re shy.”

“Pardon?”

“I know you’re enticed by me, Zhongli. Do you think any sane person would come here just to talk to me? No, they always have another intention.”

It was fine, wasn’t it? For someone like him to be involved with such a thing, was this really what he wanted?

Clothes were a mess on the floor, bed creaking as you continued to play with his nipples.

“Ngh!” Zhongli held his voice back when you decided to bite him.

His body was so perfect in every shape and form. It was too slutty with the way it reacted from your touches. Almost like someone who was just having their first time.

“Tell me. Were all your previous forms also this slutty?” You questioned him and gave his ass a painful smack that left a red mark of your hand.

It was safe to say Zhongli was not used to this. Back then sex was a very sacred act, only to be done by loverd who worshipped each other. Yet, here he was right in front of you. A stranger he barely knew, who seemed to know all about him.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been touched physically but that took a toll on him. His skin was craving for more. More of you.

“Fuck, Zhongli. You don’t know how much pain I felt not being able to touch you as soon as I saw you.”

You left a trail of bruises down Zhongli’s chest that were only for yours to see. He was so sensitive, he ought to push you away or else he’d dirty your naked body if you pushed him too hard.

Sitting him down on his knees, you spread your thighs apart just for him.

“Lick.”

A confused look on his face, he was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to do. “Come on, did you expect me to do all the work?”

Zhongli faces your crotch, and gives it a quick lick hesitantly. He looks up at you, wondering if he’s doing okay. Those eyes of his are just so fuckable, you didn’t know if you could hold it much longer.

“Go on.”

You enjoyed the feeling of his tongue, very inexperienced but you could see him trying his best. He’s like a dog who’s having his best meal.

That being said, it wasn’t enough. You could see him breathe heavier as he continued.

You purposely push him down. You could see the panic start to form into Zhongli’s eyes when you hold him in place. You continue to grind on his face, smothering him as you ignore any movements of him trying to get out.

His breathing started to thin, his head in a daze but he followed without any complaints despite almost running out of breath. Your movement stopped when you finally heard sniffing from under you.

“Aw. Is this too much for our dear archon?”

You let go of him, leaving him to wipe his face with his bare arms as he moved away from you, trying to conceal the coming tears out of his eyes.

“There, there. I won’t do it again, okay? Mistress is sorry. I’ll make you feel good now.”

You helped him up to stand, knowing he still is probably dizzy from the lack of oxygen from before.

“Just stay down.”

He still couldn’t focus from what was happening but he screamed. His voice trembled with whatever was causing him to do so.

“Mhm! Aah!”

You inserted yourself on top of him, your own juices covering him whole as if it was some sort of lubrication. “Please! I just need a moment–ah!”

Not even allowing him to finish his whole sentence, you thrust himself into you. Making sure that he’s entirely inside, intentionally tightening while his moans get louder and thinner everytime you move.

“I’ll make you drunk on this pussy, love. I’ll get you addicted.”

It was true, he still felt the feeling of you on his face and with the pleasure that his dick is feeling that he’s been trying to hold onto for so long all he could think about was you.

His pupils rolled back to his head, disregarding the shame that he would’ve felt if he actually thought about what was happening right now.

“Don’t pass out on me. Still haven’t milked you dry.”

Your voice snapped him back to whatever reality he’s in. He tried. He really tried to say something to you but he couldn’t. His words keep being choked up and overcome by his moans.

“Mmpf! Ah–hah! I-I can’t!” The thought of him cumming inside you is unbelievable. Your face stayed still, you didn’t need to say any words.

He still felt humiliated.

“T-Thwank Y-Yew!” You felt his hot cum directly shoot inside you, his thighs still quivered and his breathing became heavier.

Lifting yourself up, the dripping cum out of your pussy got onto Zhongli’s upper body.

You walked over to get another smoke while he was just left like a plaything. God, he wasn’t even sure if he could go to work tomorrow.

“I’ll call in for you, Hu Tao won’t mind. Now, rest up for a few minutes. I’m still not done.”

#sub genshin #sub genshin impact #zhongli x reader #dom reader #sub zhongli #sub!zhongli #dom!reader #plattered writings

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xiaowhore · 3 years

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in drunken nights

in which you take care of a drunk, clingy kazuha.

when men had stormed into your home and obnoxiously chanted, “emergency, emergency!” you hadn't expected the so-called urgent crisis to be...

“what are you doing...?” you gazed at the inexplicable picture that was kazuha choking hugging a crewmate and at least five bulky giants attempting to pry him off, all of which were failing miserably.

“kazuha had one too many drinks,” someone belonging from the crux fleet helpfully supplied, gesturing to the empty bottles of sake scattered on the table. “and he's become some sort of a hugging monster.”

which, honestly, still didn't explain why you were brought here. “so... why did you call for me?”

“please take him home,” begged another man, kneeling by your feet and tugging on your pants. “please.”

“hey!” a voice chimed in warning, followed by a hiccup. you turned your head to face kazuha, who had finally let go of the traumatized man gasping for breath in the corner. “don't touch,” hic, “[name]!” he pointedly steered threats towards the beggar(?) before you, approaching with wobbly steps.

you caught him with your arms when he inevitably stumbled, too inebriated to fully function. “woah there, are you okay?” he clung to you tightly, pulling you down with his weight. “who let him drink this much?!”

“captain challenged him to a drinking match.”

figures.

“archons...” you heaved a defeated sigh, hoisting up your giggly companion. you placed one of his arms to rest on your shoulders and held him up by the waist, sending an accusing look to a nearby crewmate. “why don't you take care of him?”

“we got our hands full with beidou.”

again, figures.

appearing not too pleased by you neglecting him, kazuha roused awake, leaning far too close to your ear than necessary. “[name]...” he breathed rather than spoke, lips nearly brushing against your skin. “where are you taking me...?”

blood rushed to the tips of your ears. “please don't make it sound like i'm doing something illegal.”

“i can't believe you had it in you, [name],” said beidou, clearly intoxicated with alcohol. she took a swig from her jug and loudly announced, “taking advantage of, hic, kazuha of all people!”

your cheeks burned hotly, amplified by the booming laughter spreading across the tables. “i am not doing such thing!”

kazuha whined, slurring his words. “you... won't do anything...?”

“i swear you're doing this on purpose.”

you were absolute sure he was. tilting his head to your neck, stumbling conveniently, and whispering words to your ear in a calculated manner — he had to be doing this to rile you up. either that or he had the natural makings of a player, with all the flowers that come out of his mouth instead of proper words, unknowingly charming innocent victims with his alluring voice.

“don't be too rough with him, okay?” one cooed in jest as you passed by him, your pace hastening with each teasing comment while dragging kazuha with you. “poor guy's nearly unconscious.”

“i'm not doing anything to him, so shut it!” you retorted, not quite as intimidating as you wanted to be when your face was the same shade as a ripened apple.

“boo, coward.”

“no chickening out!”

“dear archons, please give me patience...” you bit on your bottom lip, deciding to stay silent and cut off the pointless conversation once and for all.

“[nameeee]...” kazuhaa drawled out, tripping on his own feet. you yelped and barely kept your balance.

“what is it this time-” you risked a glance at him, groaning in irritation, and you immediately pulled back your head when your face was closer than intended and you'd just brushed noses. goddamn it.

“pay attention to me!” he demanded as a bratty child would, except a child wouldn't stare at you so deeply and pepper your face with kisses as a means to annoy you.

“what- no- stop moving around!”

“get a room!”

“shut up!”

getting pushed back to the sofa as soon as you arrived in your house wasn't the last thing you expected to happen, but you were plenty caught off-guard.

“kazuha...” you sighed, effectively pinned down to the couch with him looming above you. his face was buried to the space beside your head, unrelenting to rise. “get up. i have to take care of you, so let me go. you need water to sober up.”

“don't want to.” he stubbornly nuzzled his head against your neck for emphasis.

“this kid...” you exhaled exasperatedly. your fingers ran through his hair, loosening his ponytail. “please? you're crushing me.”

you felt him pause, considering the potential harm he may cause.

even in his terribly drunken state, his childish tendencies came into a full halt and he obediently rose from his position, though the pout on his face was apparent.

“there, good boy.” you praised and sat up, pleased with his docile behavior. “do you feel sick? need to throw up? i can get a few more pillows.”

“[name] is enough.”

“that's sweet, but i'll get seriously angry if you throw up on me.”

“i won't throw up...” his hand inched towards yours, shyly playing with your fingers. “i promise.”

fuck, he's adorable.

still, you liked to think you had self-discipline. you won't let yourself get swayed by a pretty face.

“well, what do you want to do then? feel like sleeping? it's late at night, after all.”

he sheepishly glanced at you, looking with a silent plea. “...stay with me?”

you take that back.

“you know what? fine.” you tugged him towards you and fell on the cushions, wrapping him in a hug. “friends cuddle all the time. this is fine.”

yes, most certainly. this was quite the intimate act, but not totally exclusive to lovers. you chanted that over and over again to convince yourself, belatedly ignoring the fingers softly tracing patterns on your skin that seemed to stray off the levels of platonic.

“what are you trying to do, really...” you groaned, sanity escaping you. kazuha's expression remained vacant, unapologetic for his touchy nature.

“can i kiss you?”

kill me now.

“what if i say no?”

you wouldn't, of course you wouldn't. kazuha knew that too, that's why he didn't flinch and proceeded as if nothing happened. he reached his hand to your face, tracing the edge of your chin.

“would you?”

you stayed silent, and kazuha takes it as his cue.

his lips pressed gently to yours, relishing in the plush softness. your heart picked up its pace, thudding loudly in your chest, and it only raced faster when you felt the sudden sweep of his tongue on your bottom lip, prodding for permission. you stiffened considerably, but you let your eyes close and you lose yourself in the sensation, reciprocating the kiss and fingers grasping on his shirt for purchase.

you were momentarily surprised by his abrupt shift in position, his hand relocating to the back of your neck to pull you impossibly closer, and when you open your eyes, you see pools of red, admiring each expression you make.

“you-” you pulled away, startled into wiping away at your mouth. “don't open your eyes...”

his eyes crinkled at the edges, mirth warming his gaze. “sorry, i couldn't help but get curious.”

you grumbled incoherently, tasting sake on your tongue. “so? when the hell did you get sober?”

at first, he stared at you blankly, processing your words. then his lips stretched into an abashed grin, bringing his hand to shyly rub the back of his neck. “ah, i've been found out?”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha headcanons #kazuha imagines #kazuha x reader

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